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I take a moment, panting, my heart racing as I lean back against the wall. Gradually the rushing in my ears subsides and I realise I’m still stood naked, shorts around my ankles and my limp cock in my hand dripping on the floor. I make myself decent, take a breath and head back into the light and down to the bank where Judith is sitting with a smirk on her face. I plonk myself down next to her and she just gives me this big grin, “what?” I ask, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” she says. “Do you masturbate a lot?” “Does the stuff spurt out every time?” “How long have you been… Read more

My meetings with Judith went on regular as clockwork, every six months or so, alternating between each other’s houses. It was sometimes difficult, as the passing time between each occasion would make us a little awkward around each other, with hindsight I guess it was the shared knowledge of what we had done and what, in all likelihood we would do again. The next few times all went along similar lines, looks and glances and something engineered in such a way as to leave her in some kind of debt to me, although not in a material way like prostitution, but where a dare or bet was lost. Lookin… Read more

The next time I saw Judith, her family was staying at our house as we alternated between the two. We did all the normal stuff for youngsters our age, playing outside and exploring, all before video games and satellite TV so very, much make up your own entertainment. All I wanted was to again feast my young eyes upon her beautiful flesh, but how to ask…do I try and trick her, do I make a bet and see if she goes for it, I don’t know, so I do what most boys my age would have done. I hoped and wished and looked for any signs that she might be receptive to the concept. There are two princi… Read more