Revenge of a Nerd - Sex Stories

Revenge of a Nerd

... the matter? You feeling like a dirty old woman or something?” Debra asked slyly with a wink. “Absolutely not!” Sharon snapped. “Oh really," Debra began, "There’s a seventeen year old naked boy just a few feet away from you and you expect me to believe you haven’t had a dirty thought or two?” “Deb, he’s not exactly my type. After all, he's younger than all three of my sons. Plus, he's a nerd," Sharon reasoned. “Yes, but he’s still a seventeen year old young man. And he’s naked," Debra joshed. “Oh please,” Sharon scoffed, "I'm a grandmother now." "And grandmothers don't get horny?" "Fuck off!" Just then Jeremy lifted himself up out of the pool and stood on the edge. Both women instantly fell silent with their eyes bulging. Neither could move! Neither could breathe. Jeremy’s skin was deathly pale but glistening beautifully in the fading afternoon sunlight. He was so thin that you could literally count his ribs at fifty paces. The pimples on his face were larger than his nipples and he had virtually no body hair except for on his legs, which were long and lanky. His feet were enormous while his waist and hips were extremely narrow. But it was what lie between those long and lanky legs that had Debra Ashton and Sharon Jordan entranced. From out of a thick and plentiful bushel of black pubic hair dangled a massive, vein-laced cock with two enormous and meaty balls suspended behind and below. Easily eight and a half inches long and with considerable girth while in this flaccid ...

... state, one could only imagine the majesty of it when it was fully erected. “Oh my,” Sharon whispered with her hand now on her chest over her pounding heart. “Wow,” Debra whispered. Both women’s eyes remained locked on that immense specimen of sexual manhood as Jeremy stood at the edge of the pool running his hands through his hair and over his face. “So,” Debra finally spoke. “You feeling like a dirty old woman now?” “Oh,” Sharon stammered, “Maybe just a little bit.” Jeremy then turned away from them suddenly and scooted around the edge of the pool to the diving board at the far end. Climbing up on the board, he adjusted his massive "gear" and then dove back into the water. Debra and Sharon never took their eyes off of him. “Okay,” Sharon uttered, “Not only am I a dirty old woman now, but also a very wet old woman to boot.” “Guess I ought to take these towels out to him,” Debra said. “Do what?” Sharon stuttered. “If he’s not bashful, why should we be?” “Maybe because he doesn’t know we’re watching him. Hell, he doesn’t even know I’m here!” Just then Jeremy again pulled himself up out of the pool. Picking up the tattered remains of his tuxedo jacket, he again wrapped it around his waist to cover himself. Picking up his shoes and socks, Jeremy approached the back door of the house. “Well doesn’t look like I’ll have to because I think he’s coming,” Debra said. With that, Debra unlocked and opened the back door just as Jeremy was about to knock. “Feeling a little better?” Debra asked. ...