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Story title : Cumming of Age

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Cumming of Age (Fm, inc, ped, orgy)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

Home schooling and sex education. A young boy learns from 
a willing neighbor.

***

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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