Caught in the Act
This is a true story which happened to me in the late sixties. The names have been changed for obvious reasons.
Neighbours of mine had their dog to the vet for a minor operation and were worried about its condition but wanted to attend a birthday celebration down at the local pub. They asked me would I mind 'dog sitting' their pooch for the evening. I was only eighteen at the time and was only going to go to the youth club that evening anyway. As a bonus they were going to pay me. Decision made!
They were both in their thirties, she was quite good looking with a very attractive figure, large full breasts which she often showed off with low cut dresses. I hoped she wasn't going to disappoint me tonight.
I duly went over to their house before they were due to go out to the pub. The dog was on his bed in the laundry and I was to check him regularly and if I thought something was amiss, I was to ring the pub and ask for them. The landlord knew them both as they were regulars there apparently. The landlord would probably know her even if she were only an irregular visitor as she came across as a pretty loud and brassy blond. Just as I had hoped Kathy had a low-cut black dress on showing plenty of cleavage. The dress was short as was normal in the swinging sixties.
Before they went Jim pointed to a pile of girly magazines on a bookshelf and told me to help myself.
"Jim!" Kathy exclaimed. "He's only a boy"
"Knock yourself out" Jim said and gave me a wink. "Come on Kathy hurry up or we'll miss the bus."
Kathy went and had a last look at her little precious dog, "See you about Eleven o'clock." and they left for the bus.
I watched TV for a while but wasn't really interested and then I remembered the girly magazines. They were quite tame by today's standards but for an eighteen year old boy they were thrilling beyond comprehension. I was soon engrossed in the pictures of naked women and the time passed quickly. I realised it was shortly before ten o'clock so I probably should make sure I wasn't reading one when they came back in. Shortly after opening the first magazine, I was soon aroused and my hard on did not want to be contained in my jeans. My cock was out and free and I began sliding my hand up and down the thickening shaft.
I was so engrossed I didn't hear them come through the front door and the first I knew was when the lounge room door opened and they came in. I quickly covered my cock with the magazine but the sudden movement caught their attention.
"What are you doing back so early?" I asked.
"We were worried about the dog"
"He's fine I said". How was I going to get my cock back in my pants and zipped up without them noticing!
Kathy took away any options I may have come up with by loudly exclaiming "Oh Billy, you naughty boy" and strode over to me and to snatch up the magazine and revealing my cock in its fully erect state. The size of my cock must have surprised her because her tone changed from one of admonition to one of girlish coyness by saying the same thing "Oh you naughty boy." How the situation had changed. "Look at the size of his cock darling" she said to Jim. "It's bigger than yours!"
"It's certainly a beauty" replied Jim. "Your girlfriend must be very pleased, shagging her with that meatpole"
"Not really" I said, ""She won't let me"
"You're not still a virgin, are you? Asked Jim.
"Fraid so" I said. "I'm getting a bit desperate; I might have to get a new girlfriend."
"There are plenty of girls out there who will let you once they know how big you are."
"Does your girlfriend give you a wank now and again to keep you going?" queried Jim.
"She comes from a very devout Catholic family so anything like that is out of the question."
"Oh God, You poor thing," said Kathy.
