“Please, can I wear my old swimming trunks?” Warren begged.
“No!” her mother shouted from the other room. “Barbara bought it for you. It’s very expensive. You better not forget to thank her.”
Warren looked at himself in the full-length mirror. When he was eighteen, he wanted to be taller. His body seemed weak. Why didn’t his shoulders grow broad like other boys? Warren’s body should be covered with hair like other people. But in reality, it was not. He was tall and well-built. Doctors told him that his body was not built to grow too much muscle.
His mother made him do housework for Barbara as she helped pay the bills. They were lucky enough to live in a one-bedroom apartment where Warren slept on the floor. Barbara has a swimming pool in the backyard. She always insisted that Warren swim with her. When he mowed her lawn or worked in the garden, she would strip him down to his underwear and then put sunscreen on him. Warren always wanted to do it himself, but Barbara wouldn’t let him. He said he cut corners and eventually burned his soft, delicate skin.
Barbara was taller than him by about a head. She is already in her forties. Barbara is a beautiful woman. Warren did not understand why she was so interested in him. Barbara had a plump body and felt awkward when she wore a bathing suit. When she put on her clothes, he secretly wanted to change the swimming trunks his mother made her wear into swimming trunks.
He walked through the apartment building to the house next door where Barbara lived. Sometimes he would find her outside gardening, but not today. Warren knocked on the door. As he waited, he felt the speedboat approaching his crack.
“Oh. Hi, Warren. How are you today, dear?” She opened the door and smiled at him.
“I’m fine. My mom told you, uh… do you want me to do something?” he told her, looking anywhere else than her body.
“Come in, dear. Are you wearing that new bathing suit I bought for you? Your mother gave it to you, right?” She led her in and closed the door behind her.
“Yes…I am,” she replied automatically.
“So why don’t we go swimming? Go ahead and get started. I’ll put on my bathing suit and meet you outside in a few minutes.”
Warren went out the back door and took off his sandals. He could feel the mid-July sun on his face. Warren cautiously dipped his feet into the pool. He turned his head when he heard Barbara’s voice at the back door. She walked out, looking at him.
Barbara wore a blue two-piece bikini. He had never seen it before. It was the most revealing swimsuit he had ever seen her in. Barbara’s nipples stuck out at least a half inch from her bikini top. His eyes narrowed at the large package wrapped in her tiny bikini bottoms. Warren remembered the first time he realized it. A few months ago, she asked him to move some boxes in the basement. She asked him to take off his boxers. Barbara told him she didn’t want him to sweat through his clothes. She monitored him as usual, occasionally telling him not to leave this or that behind.
There are some boxes in the corner that Warren has to bend down to pick up. He wanted to stack them all at once, but Barbara told him to take them one by one. The phone rang unexpectedly. Barbara stood up from the table to answer the phone and that’s when Warren noticed the huge tent in his pants. He was so horrified by the incident that he ran home. He told his mother what he saw and she told him that many women have penises. His mother told him to go back and apologize. Barbara asked him how often he got erections, which made him uncomfortable. He said that because he had a large penis, he got erections frequently. Soon after, they started going swimming. Then he always got erections.
“Don’t you feel like you’re dreaming? Well…it’s hot in here. Come on, let’s get in the pool, sweetheart.”
“A little tight, ma’am,” Warren said, pulling the material from the seam.
“I didn’t let you try things in there, dear. You came and modeled them for me while I bought some more for you. I think Barbara walked in there, her breasts shaking, her toes touching the water.” “Even the water is warm.”
Warren jumped into the pool, followed by Barbara. He tried to keep a little distance from her, but Barbara swam up to him and said, “Let’s see if your backstroke gets better. Keep working on it.” Barbara reached over and helped him lie on his back in the water. “I’ve got you,” one hand grabbed his back, the other reached for his rapidly covered ass.
“I can do this,” he told her, trying to push her hands away.
“Okay,” she let go before he was ready. Warren’s head fell into the water and she smiled. “You’re an idiot. See, you need me. There’s nothing wrong with a little help. Especially with Barbara using the little speedometer to pull him up.”
“My mother wanted me to tell you, umm, thank you for your new swimming gear. It’s a little small, but, uh…” She realized he was staring at her breasts. How did they get so big? Why are they so much bigger than her? When Warren realized what he was thinking, he felt embarrassed and looked away.
“Yes, you don’t have to mention it, I like doing things for you. And swimming, dear, old girl has a lot of fun with you, Barbara smiled, partially aware that the young man was staring at her. ” Boobs. She put her hands on his head, submerging him and smiling. Warren struggled desperately under the water until finally he let her go. He began to choke in the water and then he tried to drown Barbara. She wouldn’t give up if she didn’t want to. They splashed water on each other and soaked each other. When Warren pushed her down he felt her breasts hit his head, and then he felt something else.
Warren opened his eyes underwater and saw his cock bulge! It looked like his bikini would burst at any moment. He couldn’t believe how long and thick his cock was. Warren jumped out of the water as fast as he could and swam away from her. Before he could put some distance between them Barbara grabbed his ankle.
She pulled Warren back to her and told him, “You can’t run away! What happened, honey?” Barbara squeezed his small body tightly into her big arms and held him there. He could feel his hardness against her ass. The speedster had his cheeks torn apart like hot dogs being torn apart into buns.
“Your, your erection! It’s on me!” he gasped.
“We talked about erections. They’re a natural part of life. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” Barbara began to gently grind her hips against him, rubbing his thick pipe up and down her slit
“Please don’t. It scares me,” she whimpered.
Barbara reluctantly let him go. “Okay honey. Tell me what, let’s just sit in the sun for a while. You lie down on the pool lounger and I’ll get us some lotion.” Finally free, he was so happy that he jumped out of the pool. “I guess erections aren’t so scary anymore, darling?” she laughed loudly. Warren lowered his head, realizing how uncomfortable he was. He slumped down in his chair, his face flushed. As Barbara walked past him, her breasts bouncing along with her bulge, she touched his shoulder and told him, “A natural part of life. It’s the best part if you ask me.” They walked back to their house. Barbara’s bikini bottom had only a tiny piece of fabric at the back, caught between her two huge buttocks. Warren’s face turned more red.
A minute later she returned with sunscreen and some towels. “I can’t imagine how good you’ll look in the gifts I gave you. Surely I could have chosen them.” Barbara’s eyes roamed his body. She pulled out another chair and dried him off with a towel. Next, she applied some lotion to her hands.
“Madame, can I do it myself?”
“You know my policy, honey. I’m in charge of the sunscreen. It would be a shame if something happened to your skin. It’s so soft and beautiful. It needs to be taken care of, and I’m just the woman who does it.” Barbara spread the balls on his chest. Her strong hands spread the cooling lotion everywhere. She did everything with special care; Barbara covered his body over and over again, usually taking ten to fifteen minutes. When it comes to Warren, she is very thorough.
“Okay, it’s all over.” She smiled at him, then looked up at the sky. “Boy, would you like to look at the sun? They said on the news that we were going to break heat records this week. Hey…” Barbara looked at him, “Let’s try something new today. You want to put the sun up?” Go up and pour it on me and I’ll see how well you do.” She placed the bottle on his stomach and sat back in the chair.
Warren’s hands shook as they touched Barbara’s skin. She’s so hot. Warren’s cock strained against his swimming trunks. He gently spread the lotion over Barbara’s strong shoulders and chest. He began rubbing it in long, circular motions.
“Hmmm…not bad.” Barbara lifted her arms and let him caress the sides of her body. His fingers dug into her flesh. Barbara let out a soft moan. “Do you think your mother would mind if we got naked?”
“Oh, no. I can’t!” It feels like there’s cotton stuck in your throat.
Barbara nuzzled his neck and laughed. “It was just a joke, dear. Sit back in your chair and let the sunlight do its work.” He subconsciously readjusted his swimming trunks and sat back in the chair. They sat in silence for several minutes. As they basked in the sunlight, Barbara made little noise – maybe a moan now and then. “I know I ask this question a lot, but was there any girl chasing you at that school?”
“Huh? No…no, I don’t know,” she replied. Looking back she saw his erection again. It pressed into the air. The bulge was absolutely disgusting. The thin material of his bikini bottoms was not hiding it. Warren could see how long and thick it was. He could see the bulk of his cock; it was thicker than the rest of his large member. Warren realized he had been staring too long and closed his eyes.
“I’m telling you, it meant nothing to me. In my time-“
“I know. You keep telling me. In your day, girls admired little nerds who were skinny and couldn’t play sports.” Warren turned away and shut his eyes tightly.
Barbara looked at him, momentarily distracted by the scene behind her. “I never said that. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and enjoy your youth. Enjoy the summer,” she said and put her arms around his sides. She was reminded again of how big she was…and how big he was.
“How do I enjoy the summer? Go to the beach? Where all the guys with better bodies than me take their shirts off and let the girls like them. I just have to deal with it. Girls don’t like me.”
Barbara put her hand on his arm and stroked it comfortingly. His eyes suddenly fell on her little butt covered with a speedometer. “I can think of a lot of people who would do that.”
***
The next time he went there, Barbara apologized for her behavior in the pool. They continued to swim and sunbathe together throughout the week. Nothing changed until one day the following week Warren went there. It was the hottest day ever. He knocked on Barbara’s door and she yelled, “Come in!”
Warren opened the door and walked in. If possible, it looked warmer inside than outside. Warren was accustomed to walking into Barbara’s house and immediately feeling a cool breeze. He called out to her: “Is there something wrong with the air?”
“Yes,” he said from the far room. “Nobody will fix it until tomorrow.”
“Can we go to the swimming pool?” Warren wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Needs to clean up.”
“Do you want to go back to your house? It’s so hot that my mother asks me to turn on the air conditioner.”
“No, I’m fine here. Honey, get some ice from the refrigerator and go to the bedroom.”
Warren took a bowl from the cabinet and filled it with ice cubes, just as he was told. He walked down the hall to her bedroom and found the door slightly ajar. Warren opened it and then immediately closed it. “I’m sorry, Miss, I didn’t mean it!”
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Come in.”
“I can’t! You don’t have any clothes on!”
“Don’t be silly. I’m still wearing my panties,” she told him in a playful tone. Warren couldn’t believe that her breasts were exposed. Barbara was lying naked on the bed from the waist up. “Come in quickly.”
Warren turned the doorknob. He walked into her bedroom, clearly nervous. Warren stood in the doorway, trying not to look at her naked body. “That ice will melt easily if you don’t stop playing and come here,” she told him matter-of-factly. The second Warren got close enough, Barbara grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed. Warren sat there, nervous. His eyes always averted from her.
Barbara did not seem disappointed by his attitude. She squeezed some ice cubes in her hand and placed them on Warren’s shoulders. He immediately jumped out of bed, only for her to grab him again and make him sit down. Barbara rubbed his back with cold fingers. She touched a cube to his neck and this time he did not run away.
“You should get dressed,” he whispered.
“It’s too hot to wear clothes,” he whispered, running the snowflake across her prominent chin, where it melted on her hot skin and left a trail of water. “I think you’re overdressed.”
“I said we could go back to my house,” she told him. Warren kept his eyes glued to the door. In the corner of his eye, he could see her panties… the bulge growing larger as she continued to use ice on it.
“I don’t want your mother to bother us, dear.” Barbara let the ice cubes fall back into the bowl with the rest of the ice cubes and wrapped her arms around his waist. She started to pull up his shirt, “This is our private time, raise your arms.” Warren lifted his arms up and told her to take off his shirt. “Much better,” he said. Barbara took some water from the melting ice on her hand and held it to his chest. “Warren…now rub the ice on my body.”
“What?” he chirped.
“I said rub some ice on me before it melts completely.” Barbara covered his hand with hers and dipped it into the bowl. Warren held several cubes in his hands that had melted into chunks. She pushed his hand away and covered her body. Water dripped from her fingers onto her stomach. Warren let go and rolled the cube over her stomach. “You can’t even see what you’re doing, honey.” Barbara put her hand under his chin and turned her body slightly.
Warren sucked her body in. The heat had left her upper body and he could see a thin layer of sweat. His eyes nearly popped out when his gaze fell on her large, ripe breasts. They patted her chest softly as she breathed. Warren tried to look away, but he couldn’t. He could feel his heart thumping as he slid the ice over her stomach and then down her arms. Barbara closed her eyes. Her full, feminine lips opened and she moaned. When the piece of ice melted in his hand he picked up another piece and moved on.
“I feel like you’re avoiding a part of me.” She suddenly opened her eyes.
“No…no…” she told him, blushing.
“My breasts, darling. They need cooling too.” She took his hand and placed it on her chest. Warren crossed one leg over the other. His cock was rock hard. Then again, so was she. Warren tried not to look. He ran his fingers over the half-melted cube on the swell of her breasts. He stroked each breast, carefully avoiding her nipples. Once, his nail accidentally scratched a small bump. “Okay…get there. It’s all over,” she groaned.
Warren’s hands hovered over her nipples, unable to stop them quivering. A drop of water slipped from his fingers and fell onto her body. The nipples grew larger and more prominent. At first he touched them cautiously with the ice cubes. The further he went, the more careless he became. Several minutes passed without speaking. Warren realized that Barbara was rubbing his thighs. He looked down and saw his erection again. He looked at her face. His eyes were still closed. All the ice had melted. Just as Warren was about to finish, Barbara whispered, “Honey, rub some water on my thighs.”
He dipped his fingers in the cold water and reached down to her thick, warm thighs. Warren stroked them, carefully avoiding his erection. Her legs stopped moving completely and Barbara let out a moan so loud that Warren was startled. His hand was still on her thigh, but he stopped moving. “I think, umm… we should stop,” he told her in a voice so soft that she could barely hear it. Barbara smiled to herself and picked up the bowl as quietly as possible. She quickly untied the waistband of his shorts and poured the cold water over his back.
“Ahhh!” he yelled. Warren ran out of the room, cold water dripping down his legs. When he reached the living room, he could still hear her laughter. Warren took a towel from the closet and dried himself. He put the towel on the couch and sat down. His mother didn’t want him to come home yet. Warren’s penis became painfully erect. He wanted to touch it but he didn’t dare. Barbara could attack him at any moment, but that would be wrong.
He heard her coming down the hall toward him. She was dressed this time. The tank top and shorts seemed to fit her curves perfectly. Her hands were behind her back, and the smile on her face was brighter than Warren’s memories.
“I have something for you.”
“What?” he mumbled, still in pain from being immersed in the cold water.
“Remember when we were talking about your body…did you know you wanted it to be bigger and stronger?”
Warren’s face started to turn red. He wondered why she was bringing this up and embarrassing him again. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied hesitantly. Barbara produced a glass from behind. It was filled with a creamy liquid. When Warren saw it, his originally pink face suddenly turned pale. “That…that-“
“Cum,” she finished her sentence. “Haven’t you heard about the power of semen? Small doses of semen are useless. But as you can see,” Barbara waved the glass in her hand proudly, causing creamy semen to pool around the glass. “I take large doses.” She passed the cup to Warren, but he didn’t take it. “What happened, dear? Don’t you want to improve your health?”
“I don’t think I should—I mean, I can’t drink it!”
“Oh, dear,” he said to her darkly. Barbara sat down on the couch next to him and looked at the mirror. “It’s so fresh, it won’t last long. The fresher a woman’s semen, the stronger the medicine. Are you sure you don’t want to try it? My semen has been praised by many men. Look at the quality.” Sal. He tilted the glass closer to her. Her juices slid inches from her lips.
He shook his head at her. “Last chance, honey. I made this stuff for you. It would be a shame if it got ruined. Are you sure you won’t try it? I think you’re fine the way you are, but I thought you were me. I seriously want to upgrade to a man’s body.”
Warren reached out and held the glass in his hand. Even though it was warm in his house, it still felt quite warm. She sniffed its essence. Warren couldn’t smell anything. “Come, let’s taste this,” she told him eagerly. She raised it to her lips and watched the thick liquid slide out of the glass. Warren took a tentative sip. It was so viscous he had to slurp it off his tongue and down his throat. Barbara couldn’t calm down, waiting for the verdict of her taste buds.
