A Very Special Spring

It was the spring of 1964 in Houston Texas. I was a teenage male, well immersed in a mad case of raging hormones that left me permanently horny with very little on the horizon for relief. Actually I have been pretty much permanently horny my whole life, but that is another story entirely.

I was hanging out with my neighbor & friend Freddy at his mother’s place. We had finished re-fiber glassing the hull of his 14 foot run about so that we could take it out on Clear Lake over the weekend and we had retired to the kitchen of his mothers house to have a couple of beverages.

We were a strange pair. Freddie was a bit older than me and fancied himself a bit of the ladies man. I, on the other hand was a shy kind of guy that never had a whole lot of action with the ladies. The fact is that I was technically a virgin.

I think that the only reason Freddie let me hang around with him was because I liked to listen to him talk about his favorite subject, himself, and I was crazy enough to crawl out on the bow of his runabout when he decided to open up the 75 horse Mercury outboard. You see when you have that much power on the ass end of such a small boat somebody has to hold the bow down in the water until it reaches step, and that somebody was most times me.

We were sitting in the kitchen of Freddie’s mothers house and we were drinking from Freddie’s mother’s liquor cabinet. I had a very weak whiskey and coke and he was doing shots and washing them down with seven up. Freddie was waxing loquacious about his love life when there was a knock at the back screen door.

Freddie said, “Yeah.”

I heard the voice of Sharon, the lady that rented the apartment above the garage, ask, “Freddie, ya’ll got any lemons? I wanna make some lemonade and I am out of lemons. If ya’ll give me some I’ll bring you some lemonade when it’s made.”

Freddie answered, “Sure, I got plenty of lemons how many ya need?”

“About 6 will do I think.” Sharon responded.

Freddie replied, “Sure, no problem.” And he went to the fridge and pulled out a paper sack full of lemons and took it to the door and opened the screen and handed the bag to Sharon.

With the screen open I could see Sharon standing there, she had on a white blouse and a pair of pink short-shorts, the kind of things that were popular in those days. She was not an unattractive woman, strawberry blonde hair, perky breasts, flat belly, and a very nice ass, but she would never stop traffic with her looks.

She looked into the kitchen saw me sitting there and smiled at me and said, “Oh, hi Joey. I didn’t know that you were here too.” Then she asked me, “Would You want some lemonade too?”

I said, “Sure would Sharon.”

She responded, “Ok, I’ll bring you a glass too.” And she started to leave.

As I said earlier, Freddie had been throwing back shots and he was feeling pretty frisky so as she started to turn he put his hand on her shoulder and turned her back and said, “You know, you could squeeze my lemons any time you want to Sharon.”

She looked at him quizzically for a heartbeat or two before she got his meaning. You could see her eyebrows arch and a wry smile cross her lips before she replied, “No thanks Freddie, I’m an old married woman, and besides your mother is a friend of mine.”

Never wanting to take no for an answer and probably wanting to impress me with his prowess with women, Freddie ran his hand down off her shoulder and across her breast. He cupped her breast and gently squeezed it before he said, “So much the better that you’re married, I like married women.”

Sharon looked at him for a second and replied, “Freddie, you’re drunk, and if you don’t take your hand away I am going to tell your mother that you have been raiding her booze again.”

Freddie dropped his hand away from her boob as nonchalantly as he could. Then he turned away and said over his shoulder, “Well, you had your chance.”

Sharon replied, “Probably not the last chance I get though.” Then she looked at me and asked, “Do you still want some lemonade Joey?” Then she added, “Freddie isn’t going to get any cause he’s been a very bad boy. But you’re still welcome to some if ya’ll want it.”

I said, “Sure, be over in a minute.”

She responded, “Ok” and left.

Freddie came back to the table muttering about how he was going to fuck her and if I wanted to I could have seconds with her. I muttered, “Sounds good to me.” But I was getting uncomfortable with the direction of Freddie’s conversation and really wanted to get out of there. I finished my drink and left as quickly as I politely could, probably 10 or 15 minutes. I was really very relieved to be away from Freddie’s drunken braggadocio and out in the fresh air of this hot Houston night.

Once outside I headed in the general direction of my families duplex. To get there I had to pass the stairs to Sharon’s apartment. As I walked past I looked up and saw her sitting on the stairs maybe two steps down from the landing smoking a cigarette. I waved at her and was intending to just walk on by but she saw me and called down, “Hey Joey, ya’ll still want some lemonade?”

I responded with a lame, “Sure”.

She said, “Come on up and I’ll get you some.” and she got up and went inside to get me a glass of lemonade. I climbed the stairs and sat down and wait for my lemonade. She brought it out in a tall glass and handed it to me and then sat down where she had been sitting before, which was a couple of steps higher than where I was.

She smiled at me, then took another long drag from her cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke and crushed out the butt on the edge of the step. She turned to me and we began to talk. I got comfortable and turned so that my back was to the banister and my right leg was stretched out over the step. I had to look up at her as we talked, and it was a nice view from down here too. The combination of streetlight and moonlight illuminated her almost as bright as the sun on a cloudy day. I could make out the sexy turn of her thighs and her cute button nosed face almost a well as I could have indoors. When she shifted her weight to get more comfortable, her legs spread and I looked up into her crotch. Even though her cunt was fully covered by her shorts this view caused my dick to begin to swell. I put the glass of lemonade on my crotch to hide the growing lump, but I wasn’t sure how well it was hidden.

She placed her elbows on her knees and leaned over unselfconsciously as we talked, this caused her blouse to fall away a bit and gave me a clear view of the cleavage of her silken breasts. As she continued to chat about this and that my eyes remained riveted to her tits, watching their rise and fall and the slight jiggle of her flesh as she would move her arms to point expressively when she made some point or other. Throughout this conversation I was grunting responses, although I really had no idea of where the conversation was going at all.

I must have responded at the wrong time, to the wrong thing, or maybe I just started drooling, but before long Sharon realized where my attention really was. She stopped chattering and looked long and hard at me before a small smile crossed her face.

Sharon sat up straight, ripping her cleavage from my enraptured gaze. Then she patted the spot next to her and said, “Don’t sit so far away, come on up here and sit next to me so we can talk without waking the neighborhood.”

I moved up next to her and she started to talk once again about one thing or another, her kids, her husband. But I am really not paying too much attention to the conversation, I am much more intent on looking at her body, as I said she had perky tits, a flat stomach a fine bottom and a great pair of legs and all that was barely concealed by the sheer cotton blouse and the shorts she was wearing.

My mind was really wandering when out of the corner of my consciousness I hear her say, “You know I really wouldn’t mind fucking Freddie sometime, but he has such a big mouth. If he ever fucked me, the whole damn neighborhood including my husband would know it in less than a day. Damn, would I ever be in trouble.” Then she looked over at me and continued, ” He might be fun, but he is trouble for sure.”

Now this kind of shook me out of my daydream, I had heard her talking with my mom like that at times but she never used such language directly to me. Actually, it kind of turned me on, but a cool breeze in my boxers would have turned me on at that stage of my life.

“I hope you don’t mind me talking about it this way,” she said, “But I kinda figure that we’re friends and you can talk to friends about this sort of stuff don’t ya think.”

I answered with the noncommittal, “Yeah sure thing.”

Hell I would have agreed with anything she said about then. Then she slid over so that we were touching and put her hand on my hand and gently squeezed. We sat there for a few seconds in silence, our bodies touching, and her hand on mine. A slight breeze stirred and I caught her scent, a sweet mixture of tobacco and the light musk of her perfume. I felt my loins stir and my heart began to pound in my chest.

She looked at me and said, “Why don’t you put your arm around me? You want to don’t you?” And then she said, “Don’t worry, I won’t bite you. Well not much anyway.” And then she grinned mischievously at me.

Before I could even get out an answer she raised my hand and ducked under my arm leaning in close to me and placing her head against my shoulder. She placed my hand on her side just next to her breast. As she leaned her head against my shoulder she whispered, “Isn’t this much better?”

She turned her head and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek, just where the jaw meets the neck. Then she placed her small hand lightly on my leg and gently stroked my thigh. That little kiss and the hand on my leg sent shockwaves through my body. They were such a small innocent things of themselves, but they seemed to portend much more for the future.

She continued to talk, but I was not really paying much attention to the conversation again. I seem to recall that she was talking about her life and how she got married so young and that Richard, her husband, didn’t seem interested in her anymore. And how she really needed more company and the kind of attention a man gave to a woman.

Through all of this talk what I was paying attention to was the silky texture of her skin and the feel of the goose flesh that formed as I gently stroked her through the light fabric of her blouse. My fingers wandered down to the hem of blouse, raised it slightly and found their way onto the soft, smooth skin of her stomach. I gently stroked her silken flesh, this caused her to snuggle in closer to me. She rubbed her head against my shoulder and her hand stroked up and down on my thigh. I thought I felt her grip tighten on my flesh as she stroked and her breathing seemed to be deeper and more rapid.

My fingers moved slowly upward across her body, sliding slowly across her soft skin until they reached her bra. I moved my fingers to cup her breasts through her bra, but instead they slipped beneath the fabric and moved onto the bare flesh of her breasts and I realized that her bra was undone. I gently cupped the soft flesh of her succulent breast in my clumsy hand and ran my fingers over her very erect nipple.

Sharon shivered at this contact, then raised her lips to give me a peck. But this time I am turned toward her and she kissed me softly on the lips and then she asked, “Oooh Joey, did you undo my bra?”

“No” I answer simply as I continue to gently caress her breast.

“Richard must have done it then.” She replied. I heard her softly moan and she whispered, “Damn that feels good, don’t stop.” As if I was going to stop anyway. She put her hand on mine and said, “You don’t have to be so gentle. I won’t break you know.” Then she began rubbing it over her flesh much harder than I was doing, pushing and manipulating my hand to squeeze her soft flesh in an almost violent manner. I could feel her breath coming more quickly and I took her firm nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. I heard her gasp and moan, her jaw went slack and her eyes closed and I knew that this must be a good sign for me.

She turned her face toward me and gently kissed me on the neck and then on the cheek and then on the ear, then she asks very softly, “You would never tell anyone about this would you? I mean I would never want it to get back to your mother that I let you do things to me. Things like this,” and she again used my fingers to roughly squeeze her breast, “Or like this.” And she moved my hand down from her breast and ran it down her buttock.

She let go of one hand and reached across for my other and placed it first on her breast, savagely massaging her tit through the fabric of her blouse, then sliding it down over her firm stomach and down between her legs where I could feel the moist heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts as she spread her legs and rubbed my fingers up and down the slit of her cunt.

“No, I would never tell anybody at all.” I managed to gasp out hoarsely.

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“I thought so much.” She said as she rubbed my fingers over the wet cloth of her crotch. Then she kissed me hard on the lips, no tongue, just a hard fervent kiss, I could feel her warm breath on my face for an instant, then she said, “Meet me downstairs behind the shed in a minute, I have to do some things but it shouldn’t take me long.” She stood up and walked briskly into the house, the screen door closing behind her.

For a long instant I sat there wondering if I had just imagined all of this or if she was joking. Then I heard her softly say through the window above me, “Go ahead Joey, I will be there in a few minutes, just wait for me.” Not really knowing what Sharon’s intention was, but hoping for the best, I slowly got up, made my way down the steps and walked into the darkness behind the shed.

The shed was a garage of sorts used to store Freddie’s boat and his mothers boat. Behind the shed was a strip of manicured lawn about 12 feet across and maybe 30 feet long sheltered on one side by the back of the shed, on two sides by a hedge over 6 feet tall and shielded from the street by the bulk of the garage, all in all it was a very secret kind of place. This is where I waited for Sharon to come to me.

I stood for what seemed an eternity. I began to figure that either she had been simply teasing me or she had second thoughts and would not show. I began to feel kind of foolish and I started to leave. As I turned the corner to go, I almost ran head long into Sharon, and she asked, “Are you leaving Joey? I’m sorry that I took so long but Richard started to wake up and I had to stay there for a minute. Don’t go, please.”

I looked down at her and the moonlight lent a plaintive quality to her expression. She put her arms around my neck and drew me to her, planting a kiss of promise on my waiting lips. We then separated and moved back into the sheltered space behind the shed.

Sharon took my hand in hers and placed it on the top button of her blouse I started to unbutton it and quickly I brought my other hand up and unbuttoned one button after the other button until all the buttons were undone. I pushed the blouse open and looked down to feast my eyes on the bare flesh of her lovely breasts. Beneath the blouse she was naked, that was what she had gone inside to do, she had taken her bra completely off. I moved my hands over her breasts and begin to knead and tease her boobs. I squeezed them with the strength and fury that she seemed to crave and she responded with deep soft moans. I ran my hands roughly over her breasts and firmly pinched her nipples getting a deep gasp as my reward. I moved my hands from her breasts and slid them down across her buttocks; I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her toward me. She began to grind her cunt against my crotch, dry fucking me through our clothing.

Sharon put her lips to my neck and began to kiss and lick and bite as she continued to grind against me. I squeezed her ass hard and this made her all the more passionate. I moved my hands up to her waistband and slid her shorts and panties down until her lovely ass was almost fully exposed and I ran my hands over her bare flesh. I could feel the goose flesh form where my fingers brushed her flesh. I squeezed and kneaded her succulent flesh and slid my fingers down into the forbidden area of the crack of her ass and probed at her anus. She pushed back against the probing of my finger and a small quake seemed to shake her body.

Sharon pushed away from me and began to unbutton my shirt. With each button she undid, she would place a fervent kiss on my fevered flesh, first my shoulder, then my neck, my cheek and then my lips. Her lips were hot, she was on fire and she smashed her lips against mine in a long passionate kiss. She pulled her lips away for a moment she took a long breath and then she was against me once again. Her tongue brushed my lips and then it was forcing itself past the soft barrier of my lips and into my mouth where it moved against my tongue.

I squeezed Sharon’s soft ass and moved one of my hands back up to once again molest the soft flesh of her lovely breasts. This sent Sharon into a veritable frenzy and she redoubled the action of her tongue inside of my mouth, small moans escaped her as she smashed her soft lips to mine.

As I caressed her soft flesh Sharon finished unbuttoning my shirt and began to run her hands over my chest and across my stomach. She pulled the tail of my shirt out and then placed her hand on the waistband of my jeans and deftly unsnapped them. She unzipped the fly and quickly pushed them down. Then she pushed my boxers down too, exposing my very rigid pecker.

She ran her fingers over my rigid flesh. The touch of the cool flesh her fingers on my heated skin are like heaven to me. She must have liked what she found there too because she moved her lips from mine and I heard a sharp intake of breath and she gasped, “Damn Joey, you are so hard, and so big too. You are much bigger than Richard!”

I don’t know if that was true or not and I really did not care, all I knew was that she had my dick out and was stoking up and down on my hard hot flesh. She kissed me on the lips, I could feel her tongue once again brush my lips and then dart inside of my mouth as she crushed her lips to mine. This all lasted but a minute and then her lips were on my cheek and then my neck. She trailed her tongue down my chest and sucked briefly on each of my nipples. I had never had a woman suck my nipples before, and I found that I really enjoyed the experience.

She quickly quit suckling at my breasts and lowered herself to her knees in front of me. She was mouth level with my very rigid dick, gazing raptly at my inflexible flesh as she slowly stroked it. “Damn boy…. you’re so big…. and hot…and hard…I want you so much!” She gasped out as she kissed and licked at the head to my manhood.

She slowly slid her lips over the head of my dick and down the shaft as far as she could, without choking. Her mouth was soft and warm around my dick as she slowly slid her lips up and down my shaft, It felt so wonderful, so erotic, I could feel a swelling in my balls and a warmth begin to move up my dick, as I began to come. She must have felt it too because right then she pulled her mouth from around my pecker and roughly gripped it in her hand, squeezing it tightly.

I looked down at her in surprise and she said, “I don’t want you to cum so soon, I want to make this last longer. Your dick tastes so sweaty and salty, I haven’t had one this big in a long time and I want it in me for a lot longer than just a couple of strokes.”

With that she began to run her tongue over my balls, first sucking on one and then the other, gently biting each one when she took it into her mouth. Then she ran her tongue over the inside of my crotch and down the inside of my thigh. Slowly my orgasm subsided and she released her iron grip. A small stream of cum oozed from the head of my dick and she licked it off and resumed her work with fervor.
This time I lasted a bit longer, around 12 strokes, and then I exploded in her mouth, sending hot streams of cum down her throat. I could see her surprise at first and then she worked hard at swallowing every drop, moving her head up and down licking and sucking up each ounce of the precious cum. She was like a vacuum cleaner, not letting any get away, swallowing gulp after gulp, stroking it with her lips and tongue until I was an empty vessel and my dick was limp as a rag. Only then did she let go of my dick with her lips, and then ran her tongue over the head to lick up even the last drop of cum.

When she had gleaned the final drop of semen from my cock she stood up and kissed me with her hot sticky lips. Her kiss was salty and I guess the taste was from my cum, but the taste of her lips at that moment was intoxicating to me. She smashed her lips to mine and ground her pelvis against my now limp crank. I could feel the depth of the passion still raging within her body as she held me roughly and ravished my mouth with her questing tongue.

After a few breathless minutes she pulled her lips from mine and murmured, “Don’t worry lover, you will do better next time.” Quite frankly, I wasn’t worried about anything at this point, I had just had my first real experience with a mature woman and my first orgasm in a woman’s mouth, I was on top of the world, ignorance is bliss I guess.

Sharon took my hand and moved it down her body, across her stomach over the fabric of her partially removed shorts and finally placed it in her crotch. She rubbed her wet pussy roughly through the fabric for a couple of minutes, I felt her body move against the ministrations and the cloth beneath my fingers became drenched with her cum.

She took her hand from atop mine and pushed her shorts down her thighs. This exposed the burning tissues of her pussy to my questing touch and my fingers moved automatically into her slit.

She murmured something like, “This ones for me.” As she used her hand to move my fingers over her pussy, running them down the length of her cleft and stroking her clit before placing them at the edge of her glory hole, where they just seemed to slide inside of her on after the other until I had three fingers buried inside of her cunt and I began to stroke in and out.

I felt her pelvis thrust toward my hand and grind against it as my digits slid in and out, in and out. I could feel her rhythm build, hear her breathe coming more and more raggedly and I knew that she was about to cum. She pulled herself closer to me, pinning my arm between our bodies. She felt my dick against her leg and she reached down to grasp its rigid glory in her iron grip and she gasped, “My god you’re hard again. I’d forgotten how resilient young men were, damn this is gonna be good!”

I have to confess at this point that this was not exactly my first experience with pleasuring a female. My oldest sister and I had been experimenting with our sexuality and exploring each other’s bodies for a few months before this. She is two years younger than I am, but, she was fairly well developed for her age. I don’t recall who had first initiated the contact, probably me, but she was a co-equal partner in the experiment. We had been careful to never have any penetration of her pussy with my dick. We had brush fucked on several occasions. I would spew my cum all over her stomach, which made a heck of a mess, while we passionately necked and I stroked her breasts. I had fingered her off while we kissed and she stroked on my dick almost every night since around thanksgiving. I had even gone so far as to kiss and lick her pussy while she stroked on my dick. A couple of times she had kissed and licked my dick while I ate her out.

But, it was nothing compared to what Sharon and I were doing. She had never taken me all the way inside her mouth. And she had never shown the need and passion that Sharon was showing now. What I mean to say is that I knew how to get a woman off to a certain degree. But lets get back to the subject at hand.

I felt Sharon push harder against my hand and her juices flowed over my fingers and down my hand. She bucked a couple of more times and then was still for a minute. She stepped away from me, dislodging my fingers from her pussy.

She placed her fingers under the waistband of her shorts, pushed them down to the ground and stepped out of them. She moved toward me and pushed my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, kissed me lightly on the lips before turning to spread my shirt on the short cut grass. She laid down on my shirt and motioned for me to lay down with her, on top of her to be exact.

As I lowered my body on top of hers and she said, “Joey, you weigh too much, lift your body off me and put your weight on your arms like you were doing pushups.” and she showed me how to keep my weight off of her while still making contact in all the right spots.

Sharon had me lift my crotch off her using my knees for leverage and then grasped the steely flesh of my shaft and guided my hard dick into her well-lubricated cunt. I felt her warmth engulf me, it felt so good that I just held there, my balls resting against her crotch, buried to the hilt inside of her wonderful warmth. Then I felt her move ever so slowly against me and as if by instinct I responded, sliding slowly in and out of her, touching my stomach against hers again and again.

I watched her beneath me as our rhythm built. Her eyes were closed and a smile was on her lips as my cock moved in and out of her steaming depths. We moved slowly at first, but as the passion escalated so did the rhythm of our lovemaking. Before long there was there was a constant slap of flesh as our bodies met and seemed to want to merge before pulling away for another stroke.

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I drove my iron tool into her harder and harder with each passing second, our bodies slammed together over and over again. I could hear her animal grunts and growls as she gave as good as she got.

Suddenly her mouth opened in a silent scream as she pushed her head back and I felt her body arch beneath me She raised her ass off the ground close to six inches and her hands went to my ass and she raked her nails over my flesh. I watched her alternately grit her teeth and opened her mouth wide to moan and grunt in the most arousing of animal passions. She dug her nails into the soft flesh of my ass until she collapsed back to the ground, her body going flaccid for a moment before resuming the rhythm of our lovemaking.

My gaze moved from her face down her body to the movement of her lovely breasts. Sharon’s breasts bounced up and down with each massive thrust of my loins. I became fascinated with the way they bounced higher and higher with each thrust. I slammed myself into her with redoubled effort. I wanted to split her open with my iron hard cock. I wanted to make her scream with the pain and joy of indescribable passion. I felt her pussy contract around my dick and Sharon arched her back once again, raising her fevered loins and my body off of the ground. I felt her nails on my back, ripping at my flesh in the throes of the passion of her massive orgasm.

As her nails ripped into my flesh I felt my dick begin to swell and the burn of my juices against my flesh as they made their way up the length of my raging cock. I knew that I was going to cum, I wanted to shoot my load inside her pussy and she wanted it too because at that time she dug her nails into my back and whispered, “Go ahead, baby, cum in your momma. I want your hot load inside of me, go ahead cum, baby cum!” And then she arched against me again.

Sharon let out a low throaty moan and wrapped her legs around my waist as I exploded inside of her, and with a long low groan of my own I shot stream after stream of cum into of her big hot pussy.

We thrust against each other a couple of times but we were basically spent. I collapsed on her, and she didn’t seem to mind at all this time. For an instant we lay there, our breathing the only sound in our world.

Then I heard someone shouting, “Sharon, where the hell are you, you fuckin bitch!” It was the voice of Sharon’s husband Richard. He had apparently roused from his drunken slumber and required her immediate presence.

This brought her out of her reverie and she roughly pushed me off of her and scrambled into her clothes. I tried to say something but she put her finger to my lips and continued to hurriedly put on her clothes. She rose and started off, while I stood up still naked, at least with my pants around my ankles. Before she left she kissed me lightly on the cheek and said, “Now make sure you don’t tell anyone about this.”

I said, “Never.” And I really meant it.

She playfully stroked my dick and said in a sultry voice, “Come by after you get home tomorrow.” She kissed me on the lips and added, “I think that I want to see more of this monster.” As she gazed hungrily at the cock in her hand.

I said, “Sure will.”

After she disappeared around the corner, I heard her footsteps going up the stairs. I waited for a few minutes to see what was going to happen but I didn’t hear any fighting or arguing so I figured everything was all right and I went home.

At home, everyone was asleep, and I just stripped down and climbed into my bed. I would say that I slept the sleep of an innocent, but that wouldn’t be true. My dreams were filled with wonderful fantasies of Sharon and myself doing impossible feats of sexual prowess. I woke in the morning fresh and more alive than I had ever felt before.

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the same, but there seemed to be something different about me, maybe it was the bloody welts on my ass and back. I was glad the I was not going to have to explain those in the near future, and I made a note to myself to avoid my sister for a few days. I then went to the kitchen, gobbled my breakfast down and headed out for the day.

This day seemed to never end. It drug on and on, it seemed to go on forever. When the clock finally said that it was time to head home I was out the door like a shot. I hurried home as fast as I could, but, I felt like I could never get there soon enough.

When I got home I changed my clothes, and then I took off across the driveway to Sharon’s apartment. I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and knocked at her door.

Sharon answered the door wearing a light blouse that barely covered her midriff and blue slacks that came to mid calf. She looked at me, smiled and said, “Glad that you could come over.”

I responded breathlessly with, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I looked past her and saw that her kids were playing in the front room. So my relief with seeing her once again was tempered with the fact that although she was there, so were her two kids.

She opened the door and let me pass into her house, I could have sworn the she patted me on the ass as I passed her. We went into the living room and we sat there chatting while I drank a glass of lemonade left over from last night and played with her children.

When I finished my first glass, Sharon asked, “ Would like another glass Joey?”.

I said, “Sure.” and she left for the kitchen.

I followed her into the kitchen and got up the nerve to put my arms around her and pulled her tight to my body. She pushed away and turned around, held my hands with both of hers and looked me in the eye for a second before her lips went to mine and her hands went to my dick, as if to make sure that it really was there.

Seemingly satisfied that it had been no apparition the previous night she pushed away slightly and said, “Be patient baby, let me get the kids outside and then we can fuck again. I really want you inside of me again and the sooner the better. But I don’t want to get caught by the kids because they’ll sure as hell blab to their father, and that is more trouble than I want. Ok?”

I said, “Sure.” But my dick was already hard and I did not know how long I could wait.

We went back into the living room and Sharon told the kids to take their drinks and grab some cookies and go outside and play while she chatted with me. They objected for a minute because it was hot outside that day, but in the end they headed out the door and down the stairs.

As soon as they were outside I moved to the couch and sat next to Sharon. I pulled her close and kissed her with a passion that I had never felt before.

Sharon gave me the short course in the fine art of French kissing. She ran her tongue into my mouth, exploring every nook and then I would return the favor. All this time we were undressing each other, taking off our shirts and throwing them onto the couch, I took off her bra and let it drop, and began to caress her breasts, squeezing them, crushing them in my hands as she seemed to desire. We stood up and our pants were pushed to the floor, soon followed by our under wear, leaving a trail from the front room to her bedroom all the while our tongues explored each others mouths and our hands explored and caressed the most sensitive parts of our bodies.

In the bedroom she collapsed on the bed, her legs spread open exposing her pussy. She held her arms wide, inviting me onto her, into her.

I stood there for a moment mesmerized by the sight, fascinated by the orange color of her pubic hairs. I first knelt before her and kissed her pussy, I ran my tongue over the length of her pussy slit and lightly trailed kisses over her stomach. I stopped briefly to suck on her very erect nipples, drawing them one at a time into my mouth and sucking on them. I moved my tongue over her neck and the kissed her hard on the lips before positioning my body over her waiting form.

I looked down at her as she guided my dick into her cunt. I lowered my self slowly into her and I could hear her grunt as I bottomed out inside of her. Then she began to raise her hips and I began to move in and out of her. Her cunt was so hot and wet, her flesh almost burned mine as I moved into her and then slowly out once again.

Sharon moved her pelvis up and down and from side to side as we thrust against each other. I moved with her as in a dance with her leading. This was going to be much nicer than last night, gone was the rush of the first time. We thrust at each other slowly for a few minutes, I felt her raise her buttocks and grind her pussy against me a couple of times as she experienced her first orgasms.

I decided to raise the rhythm of our sex and began to thrust violently into her. I heard the slap of our flesh as I bottomed out inside her on each down stroke. I drove into her again and again wanting to drive completely through her. Our sweat rolled down our bodies and became a spray of salt as our bodies slapped together. She thrust up at me in orgasm after orgasm until she lay limp and smiling beneath me her body quivering as with one orgasm after another.

After an infinity of pleasure I felt the cum swell and burn on its way through my dick and into the limp vessel beneath me. I looked down at her as I exploded inside of her, filling her pussy with my cum. As I came she held me tight gripping me with an iron hold as she wrapped her legs around my body. She came once again arching her wet body against mine and then we lay still in a sweaty pile. The smell of sex permeating the whole room and filling my nostrils with its overpowering scent.

We must have dozed for a bit, locked in each other’s arms, and when I opened my eyes Sharon was gazing raptly at me. “Good morning lover.” She said and then her lips were on mine, her tongue inside of my mouth, my tongue against hers. She pulled her mouth from mine and kissed me lightly on each eye and on the forehead all the while gushing, “That was fabulous! I don’t think that I have ever cum that much baby. You have worn this old lady out.” And she chuckled.

I started to get hard again and I began to kiss her lightly on the neck, but she looked over at the clock and said, “Damn, I have to get cleaned up and get dinner ready. Richard is going to be home in less than an hour.”

With that she pushed me away from her and headed for the bathroom and a bath. As she went through the door she looked back, gazed at my erection, sighed and said wistfully, “If only we had the time.” She did turn around and give it one kiss and a lick before I started to get dressed to leave.

As I was dressing she stuck her head out of the bathroom and said, “Stick around for a while and we can talk while I clean up.”

She proceeded to tell me how when she came upstairs the night before, her husband had wanted to have sex and began to fondle her. When his hands reached her cunt he found her already sticky and wet and asked her how that had happened. She told him that he had made love to her earlier and that the cum was from him. She also told him that he had been a wonderful lover and made her cum again and again before he was finished ravishing her. He believed her and she got fucked for a second time night. She had even talked him into eating her out, she thought it was funny that he had given me a blowjob by proxy.

I kissed her gently before I left and I was going down the stairs on one side of the apartment as he came in the front door on the other side. What a thrill for a teenager, the allure of having sex with the older woman, the danger of eluding the irate husband. Well ok, the stupid, uncaring husband.

The next day when I got home, Sharon and my mother were sitting in our apartment drinking coffee. As I came in the kitchen door the conversation ceased and Sharon looked a little embarrassed, she didn’t want to look me in the eye. My mother on the other hand looked at me with a new expression of some sort. It was as if she was seeing me in a new way or a new light. Rather than her normal greeting of, “How did my boy do today?” She asked, “How is my big man today?”

I replied that I was very good and Sharon seemed to shake her head in agreement and they both giggled.

Then mom said, “Yes, that is what I have just been hearing.”

I guess the cat was out of the bag, so to speak.

Updated: April 16, 2018 — 3:28 AM

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