We all have that someone in our life. Sometime,
somewhere, someone takes us by the hand and leads us to
the tree of forbidden fruit. It could be a friend, a
sister, a brother, a mother, a father, a priest, or just
a stranger. For me, it was a neighbor.
I knew all about sex. Hell, I knew about everything. I
was thirteen after all. I would be a freshman when school
started up again. I was a big kid. Six years of baseball;
five years of hockey; and four years of football had
molded me into what I was - five foot six and a hundred
and fifty pounds. I wasn't the tallest kid on the block,
but I was the fastest, and the strongest. My mother says
I was a sweet kid, but I have friends who say
differently.
I was a baby boomer; although I don't think they were
using that term at the time. There were fourteen families
on my block and twenty-eight kids within three years of
me. We were a handful to say the least. I can't even
remember how often the cops would show up in an average
summer. Broken windows and broken teeth seemed to be the
major causes.
With twenty-eight kids looking for things to do; you can
imagine the amount of experimentation that when on. There
were some older kids on the block that liked to lead us
astray. The Morency brothers and the DeAngelo sisters in
particular. If sucking face were an occupation, those
four would have been millionaires by the age of twenty-
one.
No matter where we went, when we ran into any of them
they were getting their tonsils cleaned. We would often
find them doing more than that and they would let us
watch and at times they would get us to join in. I
remember an occasion when six of us watched sixteen-year-
old Beverly DeAngelo play with her snatch as we jerked
off in front of her.
I think I was the only one of my group of friends that
hadn't had his dick in someone's mouth or cunt at the
time. I'd seen it happen, but either through reluctance
or missed opportunity I hadn't enjoyed the experience
yet. I'd taken part in a lot of circle jerks, sliding my
hand up and down some other kid's dick as someone did the
same to me, but that was as far as I'd gone and it was
starting to bother me. I had decided that this year, my
thirteenth, I was going to lose my cherry. I just didn't
realize how.
I was the middle child in a family of five. My father
worked in a factory and my mother did some seamstress
work at home. We were comfortable. We always had food on
the table. We were always neatly dressed. We always had a
car. But, money for the little extra things like movies
and candy had to be earned.
I was a hard working and dependable kid so I got most of
the odd jobs in the neighborhood. I'd shovel snow in the
winter and mow lawns in the summer. There was an old
bachelor across the street who paid me to shine his shoes
and wash his car. That summer though, things changed. The
old bachelor, who was actually in his thirties, up and
got married. He was a traveling salesman and he married a
farm girl that lived on his route. Sounds like one of
those jokes, but that's what happened.
Mary Jane was a knockout. The classic Nordic beauty. She
had long flaxen hair; a narrow waist; large, round
breasts; and a teardrop ass. Whenever she was outside,
hanging clothes or whatever, there would be twelve young
boys sitting on my porch - drooling. She fueled a lot of
my jerk off fantasies and I'm sure she did the same for
others.
I was more than happy to give up the few bucks I used to
make shinning shoes and washing the car just to watch her
tits jiggle and her ass shake as she did the job. My
infatuation with her became an embarrassment though as
she started spending more and more time at my house
visiting with my mother. She had come from a large family
and she missed her mother and sisters so she latched onto
my mother for companionship.
I would come home for lunch or whatever and she would be
sitting at the kitchen table talking to my mother. She
would be wearing cut offs and a halter. Those long legs
and that cleavage would drive me into apoplexy. The blood
would rush to my cock and I would stumble about and
mutter incoherently. An exaggeration perhaps, but pretty
much how I felt.
She would say hello and I would blush and stammer out
some inane reply. I would sit and eat and stare at her
chest. I remember my mother having to say, "Mary Jane
asked you a question" a hundred times that summer in
order to get me to focus on something other than my
fantasy. Mary Jane would leave and my mother would slap
me in the back of the head and tell me to stop staring at
her chest.
Peter, Mary Jane's husband, would have weeks when he was
gone and then weeks when he was at home. You could always
tell when he was home because if you walked passed the
north side of the house you could hear the bedsprings
creaking and Mary Jane squealing. They went at it like
rabbits, morning, noon, and night. Mary Jane was the
first woman I'd ever heard yell out, "Fuck me!"
Those two words would plague me for the rest of my life.
Whenever I've heard a woman say those words since that
time it has meant an instantaneous erection on my part,
unless of course I was already ball deep in some sweet
honey.
I think Peter spent much of his free time riding Mary
Jane just to prevent her from riding his ass. Whenever
they weren't doing it she would be nagging at him to do
something about the house. She was like a Shiatsu yapping
at his heels. She wanted the interior of the house redone
and she wanted him to build a patio. Her biggest desire
was for a nicer bathroom.
Peter hadn't cared about the amenities during his
bachelor days and it was hard for him to accept the need
for change. I think he finally accepted the need when she
cut him off. Her needs suddenly became his. I remember
hearing her tell my mother that he was like a sniveling
little puppy sniffing around her and begging for a treat.
Peter came around to the house one day looking for me. He
asked me if I wanted to make some extra money that summer
and I said yes. He told me it would be hard work and that
he would pay me a buck an hour if I did the work, but I
had to see it through to the end. Otherwise, I would get
bupkuss. I said that it was a deal and he put me to work.
My first job was to even out the grade behind his house
so that we could put in a deck. His land sloped up and
away so that meant a lot of pick and shovel work. The
summer would be a hot one, it was early July and the
temperature was already hovering around eighty, which is
pretty hot in New England.
The fringe benefits were nice though. On my second day of
work, I was out back shoveling and carrying when Mary
Jane came out with a lounge chair and a book. I had my
shirt off and was dripping with sweat. She stopped when
she saw me and she just stared at me for a while until I
became really uncomfortable. She must have felt the
awkwardness so she smiled and engaged me in conversation.
"My God, Little Bob!" She stated, using my nickname. (My
dad was called Bob also and I hated 'Junior' so everyone
took to calling me Lil' Bob, but Mary Jane always
enunciated the Little part). "Where did you get all those
muscles? I've never seen a little kid with so many
muscles!"
I blushed furiously and stammered out a reply.
"I..I'm...thir...thirteen years old!"
"I know," she answered smiling at my boast, "but, your
built like a body builder or something."
"I... I... p...play a lot of sports," I managed to eke
out.
"Must be a lot of damn sports," she mumbled half to
herself. Then she totally blew my mind. She had been
wearing a beach robe, although I didn't know what it was
at the time, and she shrugged it off to reveal a two-
piece swimsuit. It wasn't a bikini, but with her
endowment it might just as well have been. My eyes popped
out and my cock followed suit. The first thing that
crossed my mind was to run and tell all of my buddies,
but then I decided I wasn't going to share this with
anyone else. I went back to work, but kept a close eye on
her every movement. There were few of those, however, as
she merely lie on the lawn chair and read her book.
About fifteen minutes later she sat up and reached for a
tube of lotion. She saw me watching her, smiled, and
said, "Don't want the old body to burn."
God, I almost melted on the spot. She squeezed some
lotion into her palm and then bent forward to rub it onto
her calves. Her position pushed her breasts against her
knees and they bulged out of her top. I silently prayed
that they would fall out, but no such luck. She moved up
to her thighs and I stood transfixed as she slowly rubbed
the lotion into her skin. She spread some onto her
exposed stomach area and then into her shoulders and
finally the top of her breasts.
When she did the last I had to turn around because I
thought I was going to cum in my pants. I resumed my
digging with renewed vigor and tried to ignore the
goddess lying a few yards from me. I managed to do this
for a while and then I glanced over at her again and my
mouth fell open. She lie with her legs splayed wide open,
her feet flat on the ground on either side of the chair.
She was apparently trying to get sun on the inside of her
thighs. I could see where the suit bottom molded to her
cunt. The thin material outlined her pussy lips and a few
wispy hairs strayed out the sides.
I groaned silently, but not silently enough. She looked
over and asked if I was okay. I replied that I was and
she said that I should probably take a break. She got up
to fix us something cold to drink and I cursed myself for
having ruined the view. She returned with a couple of
soft drinks and she tried dragging more conversation out
of me. An arduous task at best, but when the other person
is afraid to look at you for fear of becoming visibly
aroused, an even harder one.
"I never realized how shy you are, Little Bob?" She
posed.
"N..n..not really," I answered adding credence to her
statement.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?" She asked with a smile.
I was afraid to answer. If I said yes, would she go back
into the house. If I said no, would she think I was just
a shy idiot.
"N..n..no!" I finally replied.
"Good!" She said, "because I want you to think of me as
friend."
She had placed a hand on my thigh when she said the last
part and her hand was pretty far up. My cock jumped
inside of my pants and she would have to have been blind
not to see it. Even then she might of felt it. She
ignored the reaction and gave my thigh a slight squeeze.
I was in heaven. I grinned foolishly and stayed mute. She
took her hand away and said she had to get back to her
tanning. I turned to go, but she brought me to a halt
when she asked if I could rub some lotion onto her back.
My legs trembled as I watched her turn onto her stomach.
She handed me the tube of lotion and then reached back
and untied her top. The thin straps fell away to either
side and I could see the swell of her breast as it
pressed into the lawn chair. I swallowed hard and
squeezed some lotion into the palm of my right hand. I
had done this for my mom and my two older sisters before,
but this was different.
I had gotten aroused doing it for my sisters, but this,
this was wish fulfillment. This was Mary Jane! The
goddess. I brought my hand to her shoulders and slowly
rubbed the lotion in. I slowly worked the lotion into her
back and brought my other hand to bear as I worked down
to her ass. I stopped where her ass started to slope up.
"Be sure you get it everywhere," she said when I
hesitated. "I don't want to burn!"
I squeezed out more lotion and resumed my ministering. I
spread the lotion all the way to where the bottom of her
suit came up to cover her luscious buns. The suit was
skimpy enough that I could see the beginning of her
crack. She moaned as I pressed the lotion into the small
of her back and she said that that felt nice. She told me
to do her legs and I worked my way down her body. I
started on the back of one thigh, went down to her ankle,
and then came up the other leg.
She spread her legs a little so that I could be thorough
and I, once again, could see where the suit molded to the
folds of her cunt. I thought I was done and said so, but
she said I had missed her sides. I almost passed out as I
envisioned rubbing the sides of her breasts. I got more
lotion and started at her waist and worked up both sides
at the same time. I rubbed lotion into the swell of her
breasts and my cock tented my pants. I finished and told
her so in a choked up voice.
She pulled her glasses off and smiling thanked me. She
saw the lump in my pants and her smile got even wider.
"Did I cause that?" She asked with a tinkle in her voice.
I blushed furiously and placed a hand in front of my
erection.
"Don't worry about it," she said, "I know young boys have
that problem a lot. Besides," she added, "we are friends,
right?"
"Uh, s...sure," I managed to eke out. I turned and went
back to my shoveling. I put my gloves back on, but I
could still feel the tingling in my fingertips where they
had come in contact with her tits. I spent the rest of
the day with an erection. I had to rearrange it so often
that there was a big dirty spot at my crotch. When I got
home that evening, my older sister Luanne asked me what
the hell I'd been doing.
"You been humping some gopher hole or something?" She
asked pointing out my state to my other sisters, who were
all gathered around the table waiting to eat. Being the
only boy has its ups and downs and this was one of those
down moments. My two older sisters laughed and made lewd
comments about my suspect activities and my little
sisters laughed along not actually understanding the
situation. I glared at my sisters and went to wash up and
change.
I got back to the table to find everyone else there and
my mother asked what all the laughing was about. My two
sisters stammered as they tried to think of an acceptable
lie and I chimed in and said they were laughing at my
having to work on such a beautiful day. Of course this
had the desired effect and my father lectured them on the
benefits of honest work. My sisters glared at me as my
father droned on and on and on. I smiled back like the
little angel I was.
When I was younger, my two older sisters would delight in
torturing me physically, but now even though Luanne would
be a freshman at Columbia and Jeanine would be a senior
in high school I was taller and bigger than they and I
had no fear of being pinched, tickled, or beaten by
either or both of them. I actually missed the times when
they would corner me and try to tickle me as punishment
for some minor infraction. I missed it because I had
started to like coping surreptitious feels of their tits
and asses as we struggled on the sofa or the floor.
I had a crush on both of my sisters. They were both
raven-haired beauties and had many a suitor knocking at
the door. Most of whom shook in fear of meeting my
parents, especially my father the ogre. He relished
grilling the young men who came to escort his daughters
and would warn them about being punctual and gentlemanly.
I think my sisters were probably virgins when they got
married and Jeanine probably longer than that because her
husband was a wimp who lived in absolute terror of my
father. Truth be told, my father was the biggest softy
this side of the Marshmallow Puff Man.
That night, I lie in bed and thought about the day's
activities. I stroked my cock and remembered the feel of
Mary Jane's skin and the folds of her cunt. I came so
hard that cum splattered my forehead and the headboard.
Fifteen minutes later, I was back at it.
I went back the next day hoping for a repeat performance,
but Pete was there and Mary Jane wasn't. For three days,
Pete and I dug and moved soil from one spot to the
another. Mary Jane would come out and bring us cold
things to drink. On the third day, Mary Jane came out in
the afternoon and brought me a cold soft drink. Pete
asked where his was and she winked and said she had
something special for him inside. Pete said he'd be back,
but it was two hours later before he returned with a
smile on his face and a song on his lips. I could only
imagine what had gone on in the house while I toiled
outside.
I woke up to pouring rain on the fourth day and called
Pete to ask if we were still working. He said he had work
for me inside and to come over when I was ready. I got
there early and he took me into the bathroom. He had an
old bathroom with a claw foot tub, a big, old, water
stained, porcelain sink, and an old toilet. The walls
were tiled about three-quarters of the way up and then it
was plaster to the ceiling.
He showed me how the bathroom adjoined a utility closet
and told me that we were going to tear down the wall
between the two to make one big bathroom. We took the
door off the hinges and hung a sheet of plastic in its
place, then we draped sheets over the tub and other
fixtures and started tearing away. About an hour into the
job, Pete received a phone call and found out he had to
go to work to cover someone else's sales route.
He left me with instructions and I went back to raising
dust. It was enjoyable work and I got caught up in it. I
had stopped to wipe sweat from my brow when a loud
rapping got my attention. I could see someone's outline
through the hazy plastic sheet and went and pulled it
aside. Mary Jane stood there wearing a terry cloth robe.
"Jesus, Little Bob! Don't you ever take a break?" She
asked and I could tell from her motions that she had to
use the john. I stood outside and waited. She came out
and complained about the amount of dust and said she
didn't know how she was going to manage a bath. She told
me to take a break and fixed me a sandwich and poured me
a glass of milk. She placed the food at the kitchen
table.
As she bent down to settle the plate, her robe slipped
open and so did my mouth. She was wearing a flimsy outfit
that my sisters called a baby doll, like a teddy, but
shorter. It covered more of her than the swimsuit had,
but in my mind this was underwear and my cock reacted
accordingly. She said "oops!" and wrapped her robe around
herself again. I noticed she glanced down at my crotch
and I blushed. A smile played across her lips as she told
me to sit and eat while she took a sponge bath.
I sat down and started to eat then realized that she had
placed the food in front of the one chair that was in
direct line with the bathroom door. My mouth stopped
chewing as I stared at the plastic sheet that served as a
bathroom door. The plastic wasn't clear, but translucent.
You could see enough, though, to fuel the imagination. It
was like trying to watch the playboy channel without a
de-scrambler. Was that a breast? Or merely an elbow?
I could tell where her nipples were because the two dark
circles were plainly visible through the plastic as was
the dark blob that was her pubic hair. I watched
enthralled. I hadn't realized it, but my hand was rubbing
my cock through my jeans. It felt so good I knew I had to
do more. I took a chance and unzipped my fly and dragged
my erection out. I stared at the plastic sheet and
stroked my hard cock. It only took a minute before my cum
splattered against the underside of the table and onto
the floor. I quickly put my cock away and tried to clean
up my cum with the napkin she had provided.
She came out of the bathroom just as I sat back down. I
blushed furiously as she came and sat next to me. She was
wearing her robe, but carried the baby doll in her hand.
Her robe opened slightly as she placed her elbows on the
table and I could see the curve of her left breast. My
cock surged again as I stared openly. She asked me a
question and I had to ask her to repeat it. She asked if
I wasn't hungry since I hadn't finished my sandwich and I
told her I was just taking my time. She got up to leave,
stopped, and prodded the floor with the toe of one foot.
"Hummm," she murmured, "wonder what that sticky stuff
is?"
I thought I was going to pass out. I silently prayed that
she didn't look any closer. She shrugged and walked
towards her bedroom. She told me the bathroom was all
mine and that I could go back to destroying her house. I
breathed a sigh of relief and finished my lunch. I
nervously got down on my knees and looked around for any
telltale signs of my ejaculation, but couldn't find any.
The remainder of the day went without event and I only
saw her again as I bid her good-by.
That night I once again whacked off thinking about Mary
Jane. She had become a permanent fixture in my
masturbatory fantasies.
It rained again the next day and I returned to do more
dismantling. Mary Jane was up when I got there and she
asked me to help her move some furniture before I got to
work in the bathroom. She was wearing shorts and a tee
shirt knotted at the waist. I could tell she wasn't
wearing a bra by the way her breasts wobbled as we worked
and I could make out the faint outline of her darker
aureole. Her nipples poked at the shirt and I was in
heaven.
I was starting to worry about being continually aroused
and wondered if it would affect me in later years. Boys
think about things like that. Things like; are we allowed
just so many erections in life? We moved the sofa and a
couple of overstuffed chairs around in the parlor and
then I helped move the kitchen table and a sideboard in
the kitchen.
She asked if I minded waiting while she used the bathroom
and then got me a glass of milk and sat me down at the
table. She left me and entered the bathroom. I suddenly
realized that the kitchen table was now a good six feet
closer to the bathroom and that I was again facing it. I
could see more than just outlines now.
I could make out the sink, the toilet, the bathtub, and
especially Mary Jane. I watched as she bent over to run
water into the tub, then she stood up and pulled the tee
shirt over her head. I held my breath as I watched her
breasts bounce around. Then I watched them hang as she
slipped her shorts off. She turned towards me as she
slipped into the tub and I thought sure that she looked
right at me.
I suddenly realized I wasn't breathing and took in a lung
full of air. Unfortunately, I had also been trying to
drink some milk at the time and I coughed and sputtered.
Mary Jane yelled out and asked if I was all right. I told
her the milk had gone down the wrong tube.
I watched as she washed herself. The view was still hazy,
but it was enough to drive me over the edge. I once again
unzipped my pants and dragged out my tumescent cock. This
time I savored the feelings as I slowly stroked and
watched a hazy Mary Jane. I covered my cock with a napkin
this time as I shuddered and shot my load. I groaned
loudly and Mary Jane asked once again if I was all right.
I said that I was just clearing my throat. I then
realized that if I could somewhat make her out that she
could somewhat make me out and I reddened as I thought
about what she might have seen.
I popped another boner as Mary Jane stood up and dried
herself off. I watched the hazy picture or her rubbing
those big tits and thought that she spent a long time
drying her bush, but I wasn't going to complain. She came
out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel and carrying her
clothes. She smiled at me as she walked towards her
bedroom and I could see the bottom curves of her ass as
she walked away from me. I looked up and saw her watching
me over her shoulder.
"Enjoying the view?" She asked, and once again I blushed
furiously and tried to stammer out an answer. The tinkle
of her laughter was cut off by the closing of the bedroom
door.
I returned to work and thankfully nothing else occurred
that day, but I kept thinking about her teasing comment.
Grown woman didn't sexually tease young boys, or did
they. I was confused. Horny and confused. That night, I
was merciless to my cock.
The next day, the sun had returned and so had Pete. I
didn't see much of Mary Jane for three days except when
she brought out drinks or came to get Pete for another
'session'. This seemed to happen every day. I didn't
think much of it at the time, I just thought that all
young couples like to fuck a lot.
The next Monday, Pete left on his own two-week sales
route and he took the sun with him. I arrived at Mary
Jane's at about nine and she answered the door wearing
her terry cloth robe. She asked if I minded waiting while
she used the bathroom and set me up at the table with
another glass of milk. She repeated her bathing process
and I watched intently.
I was afraid that she could see me play with myself so I
settled for just squeezing my dick through my pants. She
came out wrapped in her robe, grabbed a cup of coffee,
and asked if I would keep her company while she ate
breakfast. She toasted some bread then buttered it and
then sat next to me at the table. She asked about my
family and told me about how she missed being in the
country. Surprisingly, I managed to keep up my end of the
conversation without too much stammering.
At one point she twisted in her chair and reached back to
get the sugar off the kitchen counter. The motion
loosened her robe slightly and when she turned back I
could see her cleavage and a good portion of her breasts.
She saw me staring and looked down at herself.
She smiled and said "oops!" then worked at the robed.
When she pulled her hands away the robe wasn't open as
wide but it was open further down. Now I could see her
entire cleavage and the top and bottom curves of both
breasts as they disappeared into her robe. I tried not to
be obvious, and continued to glance at this wondrous
sight.
"You know, Little Bob?" She said, and I looked up quickly
thinking I was going to get chastised for staring at her
chest. "I'm starting to worry about you."
"Wh...why?" I asked.
"Well," she said, and placed her hand high up on my
thigh, "every time I see you, you seem to be in a certain
condition."
"Con..condition?" I asked, perplexed.
Her hand traveled the remaining few inches up my thigh
and I felt the warmth of it as it covered my hard on.
"Yeah," she said giving me a squeeze, "condition."
I must have turned a million shades of red, and she
laughed at my reaction, but her hand didn't leave my
thigh and she continued squeezing my cock.
"You know," she said pursing her lips as though in deep
thought, "I have a feeling that this is my fault and I
should really do something about it."
I tried to speak, but couldn't think of a thing to say.
Her hand continued to play in my lap and I thought sure I
would blow my load any second. I think I groaned in
pleasure and she quickly took her hand away.
"Hmmmm," she muttered, "we don't want that to happen do
we."
I thought she had changed her mind about 'doing something
about it' and it must have shown on my face.
She laughed and said, "Little Bob, you look like someone
just took away your candy."
She stood up and grabbing my right arm dragged me out of
my chair and pulled me towards the bedroom. I'd never
seen the bedroom and to tell the truth I don't think I
saw it that day. She pulled me over to the bed and knelt
down before me. She pushed me and I wound up sitting on
the edge. She untied my shoes and pulled them and my
socks off. "Up," she commanded and I stood. She reached
for my belt and worked it loose. She undid the snap at my
waist and looking into my eyes said, "Well let's see what
we've been hiding down here?"
She pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time
and my cock sprang out and slapped me in the stomach. We
both watched as it went through several decreasing arcs
and finally settled into a slight wobble pointing
straight out from my groin. I only had a small patch of
pubic hair and none on my balls.
"Oooooh!" She said smiling. "That's a nice one."
She grabbed my cock with her hand and slid it up and down
slowly. I was uncut and the motion uncovered the head.
Her other hand reached out and fondled my balls. I moaned
as the sensations assailed me. No one had ever fondled me
so gently.
"I think we better get this first one out of the way
don't you?" She asked me, but I didn't know what she
meant until she bent forward and engulfed the head of my
cock. Her tongue worked its magic as she slid most of my
cock into her mouth. She hummed to herself as she bobbed
up and down slowly. I had never thought that someone
would enjoy having a cock in her mouth, but she sure
seemed to. I was so mesmerized by her actions that my
orgasm came over me before I even realized it. My knees
shook as my cum spewed into her mouth and she swallowed
it all.
Each time my cock pulsed she would make a satisfied
sound.
"Ummm.. ummm...ummm..." she murmured, keeping up with the
spurts of my cum.
My knees shook so bad that I finally collapsed onto the
bed and my cock pulled out of her mouth.
"Oh no!" She stated, "you're not getting away from me!"
She stood and the robe dropped away from her body. I only
got a glimpse of her luscious curves before she was back
on her knees and nursing on my cock. I wanted to tell her
I was done, but it still felt good so I didn't. I thought
she was going to pull my cock out by its roots as she
continued to suck and lick and I didn't care. I could
have died at that very moment and would have been
perfectly happy. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and
watched as she worked at my limp cock.
I looked past my legs and could see most of her large
breasts. Her nipples were brown and big around. The
aureoles were about four inches across and her nipples
had the diameter of a quarter, but they only stuck out
fraction of an inch. That was all it took. I felt the
resurgence of life suffuse my cock and it started to
swell in her mouth. She continued to suck until I was
hard again then she got up and climbed onto the bed.
"Oh yeah!" She said as she straddled my body. "This is
going to be good!"
I watched as she lowered herself onto my cock and I felt
the moist warmth of her cunt as it slid around me. She
wiggled her body back and forth a couple of times as she
settled down onto me. She bent forward and her shoulder
length blond hair fell about my face as she placed her
mouth on mine and drove her tongue past my lips. It was
like and electrical connection. I could almost feel
sparks jumping around in my mouth as her tongue tangled
with mine.
She kissed me deeply for a few more moments then pushed
herself up into a sitting position. She urgently thrust
her pelvis into mine and her breath came out in gasps.
She would alternate between and up and down and a back
and forth motions. Whichever motion she used was heaven
to me. I watched as her huge tits swung above my face. I
reached up tentatively with both hands and touched her
nipples. She groaned loudly and clamped my hands to her
breasts.
"Oh God! Play with them!" she spat out. "Squeeze them!
Play with my nipples!"
I pummeled her breasts and then pinched her nipples
between the thumb and forefingers of either hands. Her
nipples tightened and became hard as erasers. They stuck
out less than a half inch, but were as hard and big
around as radio knobs. She lowered her right breast to my
mouth and told me to suck on it, which I gladly did. I
sucked and licked on it for a while then she pushed the
left one into my mouth.
Her breasts were as big as cantaloupes, and firm. She
pushed herself back into a sitting position and I watched
as they swayed above me. She started to moan loudly and
began to bounce up and down on my cock.
"That's it, baby!" She mumbled.
She was doing all the work and I was just along for the
ride, and a glorious ride it was. I was in love. In love
with her and in love with the act of fucking. In my head
I had a mantra going that went, "I'm doing it! I'm doing
it! I'm doing it!"
Suddenly she emitted a sharp gasp, threw her head back,
and arched her back.
"Oh Yesssssss!" She moaned and I felt a warm moisture
ooze around my cock. She dropped onto her outstretched
arms and her head flailed in time with the convulsions in
her body. Her hair whipped about my face and I caught
glimpses of her tongue as it moistened her lips. Finally
she gave a final shudder and collapsed on top of me. I
hesitated for a moment and then wrapped my arms around
her and hugged her tightly. We stayed like that for a few
minutes and I thought she might have fallen asleep. Her
breath was hot as it played across my neck and I could
feel the swelling of her breasts as they fell and rose
with her breathing.
"Ummm! That was great, Little Bob!" She said finally as
she pushed herself up and off of me. "I knew you'd have a
nice cock from that bulge in your pants." Saying this,
she reached down and grasped my still hard member. She
tugged on my cock and I rolled over and onto her. She
looked up into my eyes and smiled impishly as she guided
my cock to her cunt once again.
"Okay, big guy," she imped, "your turn to do the work."
I started thrusting into her and she reached out and
placed her hands on the cheeks of my ass.
"Whoa, whoa, cowboy!" She said frowning and I slowed
down. I got into the tempo she set by pushing and pulling
on my hips. I felt my balls twitch and so did she. She
stopped me and told me to pull out. Then she guided me up
until I was straddling her stomach and my cock was in
between her breasts. The moisture from her cunt allowed
me to slide easily into the tunnel created when she
squeezed her breasts together and I resumed my pumping.
In all of my wildest dreams, I had never imagined this
position. I only lasted another minute and I watched as
my cum seemed to appear magically at her throat and chin.
She chuckled as the cum splattered against her. She ran
her fingers through the puddles of my cum and brought
them to her mouth. I watched in adoration as this goddess
ate my cum.
She reached out and pushed me so that I slid back down
her body.
"Time for the next lesson," she said with a grin.
I thought she wanted me to fuck her again and didn't know
how I was going to with a flaccid member. But, I soon
realized that was not her intention as she pushed me all
the way onto the floor. Her legs were dangling over the
edge and she scooted down a little more until her ass was
perched on the edge. I knelt between her outspread legs
and peered at her cunt.
This was the first time I'd actually seen it. Her pubic
hair was neatly trimmed and formed a small triangle at
the top of her slit. Her labia were diffused and puffed
out. I could see the pink interior and a viscous liquid
dripped down into the crack of her ass. At the top of her
cunt was an angry red button about the size of the tip of
my little finger. I'd seen cunts before and knew what I
was looking at, but I hadn't ever been this close. She
reached down and spread her cunt lips even wider.
"Do you see all that juice down there!" She asked with a
giggle behind her words.
"Yes," I choked out.
She reached out a finger and rubbed her swollen clit.
"Do you know what that is?" She asked in a gasping voice.
"Your clit?" I volunteered, using the word Beverly had
used when she had showed us her cunt.
"Oh my!" Mary Jane said. "What an education you have."
I felt myself redden and was embarrassed. Then realized
it was too late for embarrassment.
"I.. I've seen one before," I told her, trying to sound
worldly.
"Well, you're going to do more than look this time, young
man," she lectured as would a teacher.
"I want you to suck all that juice out of there and I
want you to pay special attention to my clit!" Saying
this, she reached out and placed a hand on the back of my
head and pulled me into her cunt. I felt a slight sense
of panic run down my spine. This was another thing that I
hadn't imagined. The I quickly rationalized that if she
could suck the cum out of my cock, then it must be okay
to suck her cum or whatever that was oozing out of her. I
suddenly realized that some of that was actually my
earlier deposit. I hoped none of the guys heard about
this.
I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her cunt. I ran my
tongue up her slit and licked at her clit. I repeated the
process over and over. Mary Jane moaned every time I
touched her clit and I spent more and more time licking
and sucking on it.
"Such a good boy!" She murmured as I worshiped at her
altar.
She had swung her legs onto my shoulders and I felt her
thighs tighten around my neck as she uttered a loud moan
and her cum splashed into my mouth. I licked and sucked
valiantly as her liquid orgasm soaked my chin. I would
learn as life went on that very few women could cum like
that.
She pushed my face away and her legs slipped off my
shoulders. I straightened out and realized my cock was
hard once again. I was between her outstretched legs and
could see her swollen and slightly gaping cunt. I
scootched forward a little and brought the head of my
cock even with her opening. I pushed and was able to get
about three inches into her. Her cunt was too high up to
be able to slide all the way in so I pushed down on the
edge of the bed and shoved the rest of it in.
"Jesus!" She laughed. "Oh, to be young!"
My legs were rigid and I was doing push-ups in order to
slide in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my
waist and pulled on me. She scooted back onto the bed and
I followed about three inches behind. She pulled my face
into hers and we kissed as I drove my cock into her. We
embraced the entire time I fucked her and we started
moaning into each other's mouths. We both started
breathing quickly and the exchange of Carbon Monoxide was
making me dizzy. I felt the surge in my cock and I pulled
my mouth away and moaned loudly.
"Oh yesss!" She shouted, "fuck me!"
I kept on stroking as my cum dribbled into her and she
suddenly gasped and arched her back. I finally
surrendered to the weakness and collapsed on top of her.
Our sweaty bodies lie entwined as we both sought to catch
our breaths.
She kept running fingers through my hair and gave me
little pecks on the forehead and eyebrows, wherever her
mouth could reach. I closed my eyes and the next thing I
knew she was shaking me awake. I looked over at the alarm
by her bedside and saw that it was one o'clock.
"Jeeze," I said as I sprung out of bed, "I better get to
work."
She propped herself on her elbows and smiling said,
"You've got work to do right here, mister!"
It was that day that I learned what nymphomania was.
***
I learned more from Mary Jane in that one summer than
most guys learn in a lifetime. We fucked every time we
got the chance. When Pete was gone, I would spend more
time over there than at my own house. I had to bust my
ass to get the work done and have enough time to fuck
around, but it was worth it. She wanted me to get some of
my friends involved, but I refused telling her I wouldn't
share her with anyone else. She got angry and cut me off
for a while, but soon we were going at it like rabbits
again.
I'll never understand how no one ever figured out what we
were doing. My mother would often comment on how much
time I spent over there and when Mary Jane came over to
visit she would treat me like a little kid, which irked
me to no end until I figured out what she was doing. She
would make comments about how good I was and how much
work I was doing. It took all of my resolve not to break
out into a sweat as I wondered if my mother would pick up
on the double entendres.
During Christmas vacation that year, I snuck over to her
house while Pete was away. She would leave the back door
open for me. I walked into her bedroom and was greeted
with a shocking sight. My sister Luanne was kneeling
naked between Mary Jane's thighs and was munching away.
Seeing me, Mary Jane smiled and nudging my sister said,
"Looks like the main course is here!"
Luanne turned around smiling and then went white as a
sheet as she saw who it was.
"Bob!" She exclaimed. "Bob's the one that's been doing
all that fucking you've been telling me about!"
I almost laughed as Luanne tried to decide if she should
cover up and run away or continue with the sexual play.
She opted for the latter and we all had a great time
until she went back to school.
I never fucked Luanne again, but Mary Jane and I
continued our illicit relationship until I went away to
college. I came back the next summer to find that she and
Pete had moved away. She moved back to the old house that
they had been renting out when Pete was killed in an auto
accident and we picked up where we had left off. There
was no longer any pretense as we were both consenting
adults. I was in my twenties and she was approaching
forty. I entered military service and was gone for a long
time. When I returned, I learned that she had remarried
and moved away.
The truth of our exploits came out a few years ago when
my sister blurted something out at a family reunion. My
mother was shocked, even though it had occurred ages ago
and since she was still keeping in touch with Mary Jane,
she soon learned of my mother's displeasure. I returned
to Seattle after the family reunion and found a message
on my answering machine. Mary Jane would be in the area
and would I like to get together.
We met at her hotel and she told me how my mother's
letter had not only embarrassed her, but had awakened an
old yearning. She was in her fifties, but still an
attractive woman. We slept together the entire time she
was visiting the Northwest. My current girlfriend was
very upset and didn't understand where I had disappeared
to for a week, but she got over it.
That was the last time I saw Mary Jane. I learned a few
years later that she had died of cancer. I spent a week
in silent mourning and then wrote this story.
And That's the Truth!
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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