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An Unusual Pet
by Levi Charon (xebpy@mail.com)

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An immigrant from a former Soviet republic gets caught 
up in a little language glitch and is appropriately 
corrected and educated by a very nice neighbor. (F/m-
teen, underage, 1st, oral, rom)

***

I'm a transplant. Back in the early nineties when the 
Soviet Union was in the process of breaking up into its 
component countries, Latvia, my homeland was standing at 
the front of the line for independence. Before that 
struggle was completed, however, my family was able to 
immigrate and we wound up here in Oregon, USA. My dad's 
a civil engineer and was fortunate enough to land a 
position with a large company. He made a good living but 
was often out of town on business trips. My mom wasn't 
thrilled about his traveling so much but she loved the 
relative luxury it afforded us.

I was nearly fifteen at the time and had studied English 
at my school in Riga. Not that I was smoothly fluent, 
mind you, but I could get by and I learned quickly. 
While I absorbed most of American English readily after 
we arrived, like most newcomers, I sometimes struggled 
with idioms and slang. This is the story of how a 
linguistic misunderstanding led to my losing my 
virginity.

Football (you call it soccer in this country) was second 
nature to me because I had been playing since I could 
run. I guess I was considered quite a find at the high 
school I attended. Soccer doesn't have the social clout 
that American football has but I was still looked upon 
as a legitimate 'jock' among my peers. I was large for 
my age, six feet even and about a hundred seventy 
pounds. I often worked out in the weight room after 
school so, while I wasn't muscle-bound by any means, I 
looked very fit. 

During halftime of our first game of the season, I was 
lying on the grass soaking up the warm spring sunshine 
when I overheard a conversation between two of my 
teammates. What I heard was so peculiar that I found 
myself listening intently because I recognized the name 
of the person they were gossiping about. She was a woman 
that lived just down the street from me. One guy was 
telling the other that he had been doing some yard work 
for her and that while he was mowing her lawn, he passed 
by where she was sun bathing on the patio and caught 
sight of her beaver. 

Well, it struck me as strange that anyone would actually 
have a thirty or forty-pound rodent as a pet. What was 
even stranger is the way these two guys were behaving as 
they talked about it. They were snickering and punching 
each other on the shoulder. One accused the other of 
making it up while the other swore it was true and said 
it was the 'most awesome' beaver he had ever seen. I was 
about to butt in and ask about it when we were called 
back onto the field for the second half. By the end of 
the game, I had completely forgotten all about it and 
headed home.

Mom was making some progress with her English but, of 
course it's much more difficult for grown-ups than it is 
for kids. So at dinner that evening I asked her in 
Russian if she knew anything about Mrs. Conroy having a 
beaver as a pet. She laughed and told me not to be so 
silly; who would keep such an animal for a pet. I 
figured she was probably right and that the two guys at 
the game were full of crap, but I had already decided to 
go to Mrs. Conroy's house and ask her about it. I'd seen 
beavers in the zoo but, since they had been so prized 
for their luxurious fur in the 1800's, I wanted to see 
one close up and touch it if she did, in fact, have one. 
I'd met her a few times before and she seemed very nice 
so I felt sure she wouldn't mind showing me her beaver 
if I asked.

The next Saturday morning, I got my room cleaned up and 
the lawn mowed early so I could have the rest of the day 
to myself to get in some trail riding on my mountain 
bike. On the way out of town and fashionably decked out 
in my new spandex, I made a stop at Mrs. Conroy's house 
to ask her about her beaver. Her car was in the drive so 
I dropped my bike on the lawn and rang her doorbell. I 
heard her yell through the house "Come around to the 
back!"

I found her on her patio potting some flowers. Mrs. 
Conroy was a widow whose husband had been a police 
officer killed in the line of duty during a narcotics 
raid a few years earlier. I sometimes wondered why she 
had never remarried; she was a very attractive woman in 
her mid-thirties. That was her business, of course, and 
none of mine. Maybe she just got used to living alone 
and decided she liked it.

"Well, good morning, Levi. Looks like your headed for 
the bike trails. How's your mom?"

"She's just fine, Mrs. Conroy. Those are pretty 
flowers."

"Yeah, geraniums. They smell bad but they sure look nice 
scattered around the patio. Is this just a social call 
or can I help you with something?"

"I just have a question, Mrs. Conroy. Howard, one of the 
guys on my soccer team said he does some lawn work for 
you."

"Yes, Howard. He did some work for me once but I don't 
think I'll ask him to do any more. He's kind of 
unreliable and I find him pretty childish. Would you be 
interested in helping me out from time to time?"

"Uh, sure, I'd be happy to but that's not what I was 
going to ask you. I heard him talking to another guy a 
few days ago and he said something seeing your beaver. I 
was wondering if that was true and, if it was, could I 
see it."

Mrs. Conroy's eyes flew wide open and she turned bright 
red. She put her fists on her hips and, leaning forward 
quite aggressively, said, "Levi! How could you ask me 
such a thing?"

Startled by her reaction, I backed up a couple of steps. 
Apparently I had done something terribly wrong but I had 
no idea what. "Did I say something offensive, Mrs. 
Conroy? If I did, I'm very sorry. If you had a beaver, I 
just wanted to pet it to feel what it's fur felt like. I 
didn't mean to be rude."

She studied me with a puzzled expression on her face for 
several seconds and then broke into a fit of laughter 
that doubled her over holding her sides. She laughed so 
hard she had to sit down in a patio chair, motioning for 
me to do the same. After a couple of minutes, she 
finally got control of herself and said, "I'm sorry, 
Levi, you didn't do anything wrong. I think we've both 
been victimized by good old American slang. Your English 
is so good that I sometimes forget that you hail from 
another country. Would you like some iced tea?" 

"Yes, please, if you have some already made. Please 
don't go out of your way." I still didn't understand 
about the beaver but I guessed she would explain it in 
her own time. As she returned from her kitchen with a 
tray holding the pitcher of iced tea and two glasses, a 
rather strange look came onto her face as she looked up 
and down my body like she was doing an appraisal. I 
distinctly saw her eyes fix on my crotch for a couple of 
seconds; it was my turn to blush because spandex tends 
to reveal all.

"How old are you Levi?"

"Sixteen. I'll be seventeen next month."

"Hmm, you're a very handsome young man."

"Thank you, Mrs. Conroy, and you are a most attractive 
lady."

"How nice of you to say so. Look, Levi, could I ask your 
help with something?
 
"Sure, Mrs. Conroy. Anything at all."

"Could you come over this evening, say about seven? I'll 
explain about this whole 'beaver' thing."

"I'll check with my mom, but I'm sure it won't be a 
problem. Can you tell me what it's about?" 

"I'll explain when you get here."

I finished my iced tea and left for my bike ride. It was 
a pretty vigorous one with lots of hills and a couple of 
tumbles so, by the time I got home that afternoon, I 
looked like I'd been in a battle and lost. A hot shower 
was a high priority.

Like all teens, I was somewhat vain about my body and 
found myself posing and flexing my muscles in front of 
the mirror in the bathroom before I had my shower. I 
remembered Mrs. Conroy appraising my 'equipment' and 
saying she thought I was handsome. I'd be telling a lie 
if I said I didn't fantasize about having sex with her 
sometimes when I was enjoying a good wank but I wasn't 
obsessed with her. I mean I fantasize about lots of 
girls. I didn't think my penis was anything spectacular 
but a couple of guys had made remarks about its length 
in the school locker room. One guy even commented that 
he didn't think Europeans were circumcised. I explained 
that, since my mom and dad were practicing Jews, it was 
a required religious rite.

After our dinner, I told my mom about Mrs. Conroy asking 
me to come to her house to help her with something and 
said I didn't know what time I would be home. She patted 
my shoulder and said, "You be nice to her, Levi, and do 
like she ask you. She has much sadness in past and we 
should do what we can to make more pleasant her life."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll call you if I'm going to be 
late."

Mrs. Conroy opened the door for me before I could even 
ring the bell; she must have seen me crossing the lawn. 
"Hi, Levi. Come in." She was dressed in jeans and a T-
shirt that really showed off her lovely figure. Not what 
guys refer to as 'stacked' but slim, trim and fit 
looking with very nice curves in all the right places.

"Hi, Mrs. Conroy. What is it you'd like me to do?"

"First, I'd like you to call me Sarah. I'd like us to be 
friends and Mrs. Conroy is much too formal. Second, take 
a chair and relax; we have plenty of time. Would you 
like something to drink, some wine or a beer?"

"I don't care that much for beer, but I like some kinds 
of wines."

"I bet you'd probably like a nice sauterne." She poured 
two glasses and handed me one. It was sweeter than I 
expected but I really liked it. "Thanks, Mrs. – er – 
Sarah. This is good."

"Glad you like it. So, Levi, if we're going to be 
friends, we should know more about each other. Tell me 
about growing up in Latvia and how you like living in 
the good old USA."

I was a little slow and self-conscious about getting 
into my life story but, by the time I was on my second 
glass of wine, I was becoming a regular chatterbox. It 
occurred to me that I was hogging the conversation so I 
steered it back to her. She told me about her husband, 
the narc detective, and how devastated she was when he 
was killed. The insurance had paid off their house with 
quite a bit left over. She made a living now by writing 
articles and stories for several different publications. 
The conversation drifted on and, before I knew it, nine 
o'clock had rolled around. I told Sarah I needed to call 
my mom if I was going to be much later.

"Do you have to be in by a certain time, Levi?"

"No, but I don't want her to wait up for me if it's 
going to be a while."

When Mom answered, I told her I didn't know how late I'd 
be but that I had my key so she should just lock up and 
go to bed.

I think Sarah could see that I was feeling the effects 
of that second glass of wine. "You're not used to 
drinking are you?" she asked with a little pixie grin. 
"Would you like me to make some tea?"

"Is it that obvious? You're right, I never have more 
than one glass at dinner. Maybe some tea would be a good 
idea." I was starting to feel kind of flush and warm.

"You wait here and I'll be right back." She went to the 
kitchen to put on water for the tea and then headed down 
the hallway to what I assumed was the restroom. When she 
came back through a few minutes later, she was wearing a 
full-length, pale blue satin robe. "Just thought I'd get 
a little more comfortable." She continued into the 
kitchen to get the tea. When she set the two mugs on the 
coffee table, she bent over directly in front of me 
giving me an unobstructed view of her breasts. I must 
have been staring because when I looked up at her face, 
she was smiling at me. I don't know how many shades of 
red I turned but I think it was all of them.

"Please don't be embarrassed, Levi. Do you like my 
breasts?"

"Oh yes, Sarah." I rasped out in a tremulous voice. 
"They're beautiful. Your beautiful." The crotch of my 
jeans began to feel very confining. Was what I thought 
was happening really happening?

She walked around the room turning down the lights until 
all that was left was a soft amber glow. Sitting next to 
me on the couch, she took one of my hands in hers and 
asked, "Would you like to know about the beaver now?"

Talk about a mood breaker! My rising hopes had just been 
splashed with a bucket of cold water. "Um, well, yeah, I 
guess." At that point, I wouldn't have cared if the 
damned beaver had waddled into the room and spoken to 
me.

"What do you know about beavers, Levi?"

"Not much, I guess. Just that they're large rodents that 
live in ponds and build dams and eat wood. Oh, and that 
their pelts were used to make hats back in the 1800's."

"Speaking of wood, I see that you're growing some," she 
chuckled looking directly at my crotch. Taking my face 
in her hands and locking her beautiful blue eyes on 
mine, she said in a low, very sexy voice, "Levi, if 
you're starting to think that I'm trying to seduce you, 
you're absolutely correct. But first, about the beaver. 
The word is sometimes used as a crude slang term for 
this." She turned facing me and slowly opened her robe, 
then took my hand and, moving her legs apart, placed it 
directly on her bush.

"I'm sorry your were misled by what Howard said but I'm 
not sorry you asked me about it. I asked you here 
tonight because I think you are a very nice person and 
extremely sexy. Have you ever had sex before?"

I was so sexually charged that I was actually trembling. 
"N – Not with a real woman," I stammered, barely able to 
get the words out of my mouth.

"Would you like to?"

I couldn't even speak … I just nodded my head 
emphatically.

Sarah had the wickedest smile on her face as she began 
to pull my shirt over my head. "Aren't you afraid you 
might get me pregnant?
 
Another big splash of cold water! "Oh!"

"I happen to be on the pill so not a problem tonight. 
But there is no doubt in my mind that you will make love 
to many women in the future and contraception should be 
one of the first things you think about. Do you agree?"

Again I just nodded.

She leaned forward and kissed me ever so gently on the 
lips, slipping the tip of her tongue between them and 
sliding in and out in the most suggestive way. Taking 
the hand that was still resting on her dense bush, she 
began to rub it up and down her already moistened labia, 
matching the rhythm of her tongue. "Very gently, Levi. 
Yes, keep doing that." Her hands found the buttons on my 
Levis and undid them one by one. "Stand up."

I obeyed, hating that I had to move my hand away from 
her sex. Taking the waistband of my jeans and my boxers, 
she slowly pushed them to my ankles, freeing my cock 
from its intolerable confinement. I stepped out of my 
clothes and sneakers and resumed my place on the couch, 
putting my hand back between her legs where it belonged.

"Oh, yes, that feels so good, Levi. It's been a very 
long time since I made love to a man and I'm so happy 
it's you." Placing her hands on my shoulders, she pushed 
me back against the arm of the couch. "I'm going to give 
this big boy some relief so that we'll be able to make 
slow, sweet love the rest of the evening." She took the 
shaft of my cock in her hand and leaned forward to take 
the turgid head into her warm, wet mouth. As she cupped 
my balls in her other hand, I let go a geyser of semen, 
pumping spasmodic streams until I thought my balls must 
be empty. She continued to lick and swallow until she 
had taken it all.

"Geez, I'm so sorry Sarah! I didn't mean to but I 
couldn't hold it back." I was mortified at my lack of 
control.

"No, no! Don't be! I expected you to do that. Now we can 
take our time and do it right. Sweet Levi, I want as 
much of this beautiful cock in me as we can manage for 
as long as we can manage. To do that, we had to release 
some of the pressure. Now, come with me." I was led by 
the hand down the hallway to her bedroom. There were 
already candles burning on her dresser and the smell of 
jasmine incense filled the air.

The pale blue satin robe dropped to the floor and she 
hugged me tightly to her beautiful body, turning her 
face up inviting my kiss. We explored each other's 
mouths with our tongues and each other's bodies with our 
hands. I wasn't at all surprised to feel my cock once 
again expanding against her firm belly. Lying back on 
her bed and moving her legs apart, she teased, "Show me 
what else you can do with that talented tongue."

Dropping to my knees, I buried my nose in her curly 
black bush and inhaled the intoxicating scent of her 
passion. My tongue found its way into her moist, 
redolent folds and began lapping up her issue. She began 
making little kitten sounds as she held my head and 
ground her sex into my face. I had seen enough porn on 
the web to appreciate how important the clitoris was and 
began sucking on it and teasing it with the tip of my 
tongue. This brought on a more urgent response and 
quickly pushed her over the top into the first of 
several orgasms.

"Come on up here, Levi! I need you inside me right now." 
Still holding my face in her hands, she pulled me up and 
over her body, bringing my cock in line with her waiting 
vagina. Reaching down and taking it in her hand, she 
rubbed the engorged head over her erect labia, 
lubricating it with the slippery fluid leaking from the 
opening and her flowing juices. "Ok, Levi. Push forward 
slowly. You're too big for me to take all at once."

It was truly a snug fit and I had to ease in and 
withdraw many times before she was finally able to fit 
me totally inside her. The feeling of my cock sliding 
into her warm, welcoming body was so exquisite that it 
made me a little light-headed. "Sarah, I've never felt 
anything this wonderful!" I was breathing deeply and 
making rapturous groans every time I pushed against her 
tightness. 

When I began picking up speed, Sarah pushed on my hips, 
stopping me. "Come up onto the bed and lie on your back, 
Levi." I stretched out on the king-size bed with my cock 
standing at rigid attention. She straddled my waist and 
guided me into her opening, settling onto my hips until 
I was buried so deeply that I was bumping into her womb 
and stretching the far end of her love canal. "You just 
lie still now and let me set the pace. If you feel like 
you're about to climax, tell me and we'll stop for a 
little rest."

She placed my hands on her breasts, showing me how to 
massage them gently and tease the nipples, then began to 
slowly ease up and down my shaft, squeezing it with her 
vaginal muscles and moving her hips in small circles to 
keep my cock in motion. We would stop all movement every 
couple of minutes to let the pressure ease from my 
balls. Her enjoyment and excitement were obvious from 
her flared nostrils, her deep, rapid breathing and the 
pink splotches on her chest and face. This continued for 
a good half hour, building to a pitch and then easing 
off while we hugged and kissed during the rests.

"OK, Levi," she panted as she slid off my cock and 
positioned herself with her face resting on her arms and 
her gorgeous butt sticking up in the air, "Come around 
and put it in from behind." I followed her instructions, 
reveling at the sight of my cock sliding all the way 
into her. "I'm ready now. Go for it, my sweet man!"

I began pounding into her with all I had while she 
pushed her butt back to meet my every thrust. Not 
another minute passed before we both exploded with an 
intensity that was beyond description. If I had died at 
that moment, I would have gone to my reward with a 
permanent smile on my face. As I collapsed onto my back, 
Sarah snuggled against me, laying her head on my chest 
while we caught our breath.

"What did you think of your first real fuck, Levi?"

For a moment, I was a little surprised at the rough 
language from such a gentle woman but then it seemed 
entirely appropriate. "I don't believe it could have 
been better or that I could have had a more fantastic 
teacher. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sarah!"

"You're most welcome, but we're not done yet unless you 
have to go. Do you?"

"Only in the event of a major, world-wide catastrophe."

"Good, because I think we can squeeze in a couple more 
lesson tonight if you're up to it."

"Try me!"

I finally got home after midnight. Before I left, Sarah 
asked if I would like to get together from time to time 
for some more sexual adventures. She made it clear that 
this was not going to be a falling-in-love kind of 
affair but, since we seemed to like each other so much 
and were so compatible, why not give each other all the 
pleasure we could.

The next morning, as Mom set my breakfast in front of 
me, she patted my shoulder and said, "I'm so happy you 
find good teacher with Mrs. Conroy. You could have done 
much worse."

I almost choked on my OJ. I didn't say anything because 
I wasn't at all sure if she knew the significance of 
what she said.

The following Saturday night when I showed up at Sarah's 
for more tutoring, she pointedly asked if I had told my 
mother about what happened. 

"No, but I think she might have suspected. Why?"

"Because, when I ran into her at the grocery store 
yesterday, she said, 'Thank you for taking care of my 
son. I know you will be very good teacher'."

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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