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nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
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Lucinda 1
by CrackCorn
– Youngsters have unexpected body explorations in a chance woods encounter –
We grew up in an old farmhouse on top of a hill. One road came up and
over that hill. It had some old but also a bunch of new ranch houses.
The hill housed a whole generation of early baby boomers. Lots of kids
around during the 1950s.
There was one girl, Lucinda, maybe 3
years older than I, who did a lot of walking on our road. When she
appeared one of the adults would sometimes comment about her being
"wild" or "loose." I gathered they meant she was a bit of a
rule-breaker or pleasure-seeker. She barged into my life twice.
The first time I was about 12, and on a summer day was spending time in
the woods with 3 of my buddies. We were swinging on vines and
contemplating building a lean-to. Unexpectedly, we heard girls' voices.
My sister, cousin and 3 other neighbor girls were on a woods walk, and
unbeknownst to them were approaching us. We boys greeted them and we
chatted for a while. This was all nicely far from adult supervision.
Somehow we got on the subject of "we'll show you ours if you show us
yours." We were considering how to go forward, and considering simply
pulling our shorts out from the waist so others could get a peek by
looking down in. Suddenly Lucinda appeared coming toward us. She had
seen the girls heading toward the woods and followed them, maybe
wondering about starting some mischief.
Lucinda came smiling
up to our mixed group, and asked what we were talking about. One of the
girls told her. This was right up her alley apparently because her
smile got even bigger. She took over negotiations. She brought the
girls behind some trees for a conference. Eventually they came out to
deal with us. The deal was that we boys would take off everything
except shoes and let the girls look and touch as much as they liked.
After that the girls would get naked and let the boys look. This didn't
seem quite fair to us boys as we weren't supposed to touch. So we
delayed agreeing to the plan.
Lucinda said she would make it
more even by letting us boys touch her bare chest. She had big
breasts unlike the younger girls, so this was a strong bargaining
point. By this time she had unbuttoned her shirt so her breasts were
tantalizingly loose but still somewhat concealed. This was too much for
us boys. We quickly consulted, and agreed. "Let's do it!" we said.
Lucinda took off her shirt, placed it on a log, lay down on it, and
said "OK boys, go for it, but wipe your hands first." We cleaned our
hands as best we could, then spent a rapturous 5 minutes or so
indulging ourselves. This was an educational advance we'd never get
otherwise. She asked us to see what would happen if we squeezed the
nipples. They got big, hard, and inviting-looking. I got a strong urge
to suck on a nipple. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth. She
made no objection. One of my buddies did the same with the other
nipple. She groaned with pleasure.
"OK boys! Next procedure!
Put all your clothes on the log." I realized she had livened up the
proceedings in at least 2 ways. (1) We boys now had terrific hard-ons,
and (2) by letting us do what we wanted she had shown the girls how to
be bold.
Like the others I pulled my t-shirt off over my head,
and laid it on the log. It was pretty easy to pull my shorts off over
my shoes. I looked at the boys–like me they were only in underpants. I
turned aside to pull mine down, but Lucinda said sharply "No hiding.
Face the girls." We were in her thrall. I pulled mine down and off. My
boner was so strong it was pointing to the sky. The other boys'
hard-ons seemed to be sticking straight out. The girls made a bunch of
"oohs" and "aahs." Lucinda arranged us boys side-to-side in a line. She
showed the girls how to explore by pulling and caressing my cock, and
by tickling the balls of one of the guys.
"Ok girls, have at
it!" she said. They squealed with delight and came at us with joyful
eyes and curious hands. My sister, my cousin, and all the neighbor
girls had free rein, and eagerly ravished me and the others. Somehow we
boys were happily compliant and willing to be handled, fondled,
tickled, stroked, pulled on. Lucinda had set the stage for carefree
fun, and encouraged each girl to satisfy her curiosities.
Inevitably, I came strongly, causing Lucinda to whistle and commend the
neighbor girl on her good stroking of me.
Eventually Lucinda
proclaimed, "OK girls. Clothes off. You boys can leave your clothes
alone for now." She had gotten all of us into a joyous free world. The
girls backed off a little, and without complaint started stripping,
laying everything on a different section of the log. Lucinda lined them
up on a little prominence. She wanted us boys to be able to see the
girls' peeing and baby-making parts. She had them spread their legs.
Additional fun for me were the chests. Each girl was in the beginnings
of breast development. My sister was a bit developed. In fact recently
at home as she got out of the bath she had proudly shown me her growing
nipples and had me feel the little fatty growth below. My cousin's
chest looked almost like that of a skinny boy. Cute Cheryl had pretty,
nicely developing tits–but nothing compared to Lucinda, who by the way
was still topless, probably to keep encouraging a daring mind-set.
Eventually everyone knew we had come to the end of the nakedness. We
all went over to the log and slowly put our clothes back on. For me the
fun was not over. I liked seeing the girls half-dressed and how they
liked showing off their cute bodies. We split up into our genders and
went our different ways. I knew the memory of the day would last a long
time. In fact it has lasted a lifetime.
One of the girls told
her parents something about the woods encounter–but only a sanitary
"show me, I'll show you" version. Nevertheless all the parents were
informed through phone calls. I knew of no repercussions. My parents
and it seems the others thought it a natural kid experience and maybe
educational. Or maybe they remembered their own curiosities when they
had been our age.
One delightful result was that on the school
bus, at school etc. the boys and girls looked at each other with
knowing smiles. The girls gazed at our crotches and sometimes asked if
we were getting any bigger! And the girls tended to help the boys'
curiosity about their breast development by standing sideways nearby
and pulling their shirts tight. Some even allowed an occasional tit
feel when it was safe. These times were so great! Thank you Lucinda!