From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Brittany in the pool (Mf, oral; inc, mg, pedo)   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Phil was peeing into bushes. He couldn't find Brittany in the pool,   
   saw her along one side inspecting the people in the pool.. He   
   suspected she had noticed his absence, or perhaps she had more   
   legitimate reasons for being on the move.   
      
   On the "prowl," as he thought to himself. She was a little thing but   
   kind of interesting anyway. Her parents had belonged to the Sun   
   Club for at least as long as Phil had, so he had known her ever since   
   he had finished high school and joined the club. He was used to   
   being pestered and should have developed a thick skin by now.   
      
   Actually, Phil did have the required thick skin.  He had to develop it   
   in the past as a survival technique.  Being pestered by scrawny kids   
   is the type of thing that one just has to deal with. She was just   
   passing out of that stage that the young girls seemed to go through;   
   kind of sassy and brazen. She and her pack had been pestering Phil   
   and most other guys for years.  Always, the girls with puberty just   
   in sight were the ring leaders. They were like terriers nipping at the   
   heels of the young males..   
      
   They knew they were female. Undoubtably. Yet they must have   
   known they had society's protection; they were still kids and safe   
   from "males." Mostly they were just ignored. As much as that was   
   possible.   
      
   Brittany should have dropped the "protected" label,  but she still   
   hadn't dropped the aggressive habits.  Phil kept telling himself that   
   she was just "a little flat-chested kid." However, that kid now had   
   pubes that were just showing a  little thatch of black hair...and some   
   nice swelling underneath.   
      
   Brittany was realizing that she might be a women, yet she still   
   found the teasing habits of her younger days hard to discard. That   
   made it a little difficult for some of the males. They couldn't joke   
   too much with her since she was now technically trouble.  Yet her   
   come-on's were so much like the annoying ploys of the younger   
   girls that she was generally easy to fool with; horseplay still came   
   easily.   
      
   Although Phil kept telling himself she was just this "little flat-   
   chested kid.," he couldn't fool himself into believing  that this was   
   exactly true.   
      
   And that was part of the problem. A large part of the problem. She   
   had just enough swelling of her chest to be recognizable as   
   "female."  Little girl nipples sat upon the soft swellings of budding   
   breasts. He had just come out of the pool himself because Brittany   
   hand been more than a little playful.  During the last ten minutes   
   she had bumped him twice. The bump and brushing up against his   
   cock was starting to look obvious.   
      
   Such an occurrence at the Sun Club was nothing to remark   
   upon when it was a bunch of kids involved in horseplay. However,   
   when a guy couldn't help thinking that it was a female bumping   
   against him, natural consequences were inevitable.   
      
   He had finally had to leave the pool before his interest had become   
   public knowledge. He didn't know whether she was that way with   
   all the guys, or just him.  He also didn't know whether she kind of   
   liked him, girls at her age seemed to get into crushes so easily. Yet,   
   then they tried to hide it. Or resorted in innocuous horseplay in   
   order to get attention.   
      
   He had the suspicion, however, that she was particularly interested   
   in his cock.  He was pretty long.  Not real thick, but quite a bit   
   longer than most anyone he'd seen, either here around the pool or   
   in locker rooms.  He had been quite proud of himself in highschool,   
   but had since learned that a key to fitting into a society, any   
   society,   
   was to be a lot like everybody else. He was just enough different,   
   here at the Sun Club,  to be noticed, sometimes with suspicion..   
      
   If he was in a particularly prickly mood, he was ready to ask these   
   people what they were looking at. But only sometimes. Usually, he   
   was unconscious of any extra attention...or perhaps he was just used   
   to it.  Still, he was well aware that his behavior needed to be   
   impeccable; the slightest slip would get some people on his case.   
   That included inadvertent hormonal problems.   
      
   That had never been much of  a problem for him, however.  He   
   couldn't have gotten aroused when he first joined the club; he'd   
   been too scared  of being naked. By the time he was done being   
   scared, all the naked bodies had just become part of the ordinary   
   course of events. Evedently his mind had adapted although he was   
   hard pressed to figure out how that could happen.   
      
   Brit, though, had bothered him recently.  He'd seen her staring at   
   him, at his cock actually, when she thought she was unobserved.   
      
   She had been kind of obvious, he thought, although he supposed   
   that she thought she was clever.  He couldn't blame her; looking   
   was OK, he did it himself, didn't he? Even playing around in the   
   water, a guy expected his cock to be bumped once a while,   
   especially if it hangs out a ways. But recently, it seemed that it was   
   always "her" elbow, or "her" knee that was making contact with   
   him.   
      
   He could accept that, maybe she was clumsy or something.   
      
   Right.   
      
   Besides, it was hard to explain how she could be talking to him,   
   then look away for ten seconds or so, and then forget he had been   
   leaning against the side of the pool...just where she had just   
   "happened" to back into him. Not just once, either, but over the   
   course of the afternoon he had to go through the sensation of her   
   little butt backing into his cock three times.   
      
   The last incident was what had caused him to leave.  He was   
   already a little tuned up by her earlier actions, and this time he   
   could feel his cock lay right along her little crack. If that wasn't   
   enough, he had to piss like a race horse.   
      
   That was enough for Phil and he retired near a ladder. The next   
   time she disappeared under water, he made his escape.   
      
   He had quickly moved off the ladder and onto solid concrete,   
   grabbed a lounge chair and headed for a little copse of bushes.   
   Inside, he was suddenly isolated from the rest of the club. He set his   
   chair down, looked cautiously around, then peed into the bushes.   
   He peed forever. Getting bored, he flopped his cock around a bit,   
   making arches of pee sparkle in the sun. He  felt is cock  respond   
   and considered yanking off when he finished peeing.   
      
   He thought of Brittany's little butt, gave himself a few strokes, then   
   caution took control.  He'd never be able to live down getting   
   caught.   
      
   Relaxed once again, he moved his chair farther into the private   
   corner of bushes that he had found. He took one last look over the   
   bushes. and that was when he saw Brittany climbing out of the pool.   
   Hopefully, she, wouldn't find him here, he thought..   
      
   Settling into his chair, he let his mind concentrate on the warm   
      
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