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Afternoons with Inga
by Anonymous (no address provided)

***

A man remembers a teen age affair with a very worldly 
woman who teaches him the facts of life. (F/M-teen, 1st, 
oral)

***

I hailed a cab at the Seattle airport, told the cabbie 
the name of my hotel, and then slumped into the back 
seat. It had been a long trip from Boston and I was 
tired. Tomorrow I would start a three week 
familiarization program on the intricacies of the new 
Boeing 767 in order to flesh out the section on modern 
aircraft design for the book I was writing. 

Tufts University, my new employer, was caught up in the 
"publish or perish" syndrome and expected me to 
contribute profusely to the technical literature in my 
field. After four years in Iraq, my education had been 
subsidized by the Air Force. My job at the college was 
my first academic position and I wanted to get promoted. 
It would make my parents proud.

I had done well so far by myself. My parents, Irish 
immigrants, had little education. My father was a 
carpenter, my mother a seamstress. They were sturdy 
people, the salt of the earth, who tried to make sure 
that their children had good moral values and a proper 
education. In that respect they were like dozens of 
other Boston Irish. 

The only unique feature of the family was that due to a 
genetic quirk, everyone, all my brothers and sisters, 
had red hair. I was called "carrot top" all through 
grade school. After a while I didn't mind. I made sure, 
though, to always wear a helmet in Iraq. A red head 
makes a great target.

Reclining in the back seat of the cab I let my mind 
drift back to my early high school days. Handy with 
tools, I earned spending money by doing small house 
maintenance jobs for neighbors. One of my regular 
customers was the Swenson family who lived a few doors 
down the street. Mr. Swenson was a huge, jolly man, a 
merchant seaman who was gone for months at a time. His 
current trip on an oil tanker would take six months to 
complete. His wife, Inga, was a Swedish country girl he 
met and married during one of my trips. They had one 
child, a five month old baby girl. 

Inga was a big woman, not fat, just big. She was over 
six feet tall and farm girl sturdy. Very nicely formed 
but of Amazonian proportions. She always smelled fresh, 
of soap and water, just as if she had stepped out of a 
bath. I thought she could have been a model for the 
larger than life sized statue of justice in front of the 
county courthouse. She was forthright and plainspoken 
and had a twinkling eye and a hearty laugh. Inga was 
very down to earth. Nothing about the human condition 
surprised her. 

I often devoured her with my eyes when she wasn't 
looking. Her exaggerated figure made her resemble one of 
the female Superheroes in my adventure comic books. She 
was often the featured character in my masturbation 
fantasies. Of course any real contact was impossible. 
She was old, at least twice my age.

One afternoon I was in their living room assembling a 
stereo cabinet kit when Inga walked in with her baby 
cradled in one arm. She was nursing the child, one large 
breast hanging out of her loose housedress. My eyes were 
glued to the huge tit. It was the first time I had ever 
seen a real woman's naked breast. I couldn't help but 
stare - and of course Inga noticed. "Haven't you ever 
seen anyone breast feed a baby before?" she asked. I 
admitted that I hadn't. "Mom always used a bottle with 
my baby sister."

Inga shrugged, "Ve do dis all the time at home - it's 
just natural and I don't have to wash all those little 
bottles." By tmy time the baby had finished and Inga 
burped her and put her down into her portable crib. Her 
housedress was still open and when she bent over I could 
see both tits hanging freely. The sight was spectacular. 

Inga's breasts were enormous, each bigger than a five 
pound bag of sugar. They hung down on her chest to near 
belly button level. The nipples were the size of a large 
thimble and were centered in a brown patch as big as a 
saucer. I felt an erection growing. I tried to hide it 
as best he could but teen-age male hormones are hard to 
resist. 

I tried to change the subject. "What does it taste 
like?" I asked, realizing too late that I hadn't changed 
the subject at all.

Inga sat down on the couch. "Vel, it tastes like..." She 
hesitated a moment, then said, "I can't describe it. Vy 
don't you come over here and find out?" 

She held one naked breast up with both hands and offered 
it to me. Her erect nipple stood out brown and firm from 
the center of her areola. A droplet of milk clung to it. 
I staggered over in a daze and sat next to her. "Now put 
my little bump in your mouth and start sucking. Don't 
bite me though." She put one hand behind my head and 
placed her nipple in my gaping mouth. 

I felt the rough nipple with my tongue and closed my 
lips around it. I started sucking like through a straw 
but nothing came out. "You have to squeeze the flesh 
around the nipple with your lips for the milk to start, 
just like milking a cow" coached Inga. "That's how the 
babies do it." 

I followed her instructions. Although I had never milked 
a cow I was rewarded with a slight flow of liquid. It 
was warm and sweet but thin. Sort of like sweetened skim 
milk. The milk was surprising rich with a slightly 
bitter aftertaste. I didn't normally like warm milk but 
I sure liked what came out of Inga's huge breasts.

Inga pressed my head into her breast as I sucked. I was 
embarrassed by my raging erection. I hoped that Inga 
wouldn't notice. No such luck. With her other hand Inga 
unzipped my fly, pulled out my hard penis, and began 
stroking it. It was so matter of fact that I had no time 
to pull back. With a few of Inga's strong strokes I 
erupted, spewing cum over her hand and housedress. I 
felt deeply ashamed. Inga would never want to see me 
again.

Inga gently pulled her nipple from my still sucking 
mouth. "Don't worry," she said. "That's how it is with 
young boys. You end so quickly. Come back tomorrow and 
ve will see if we can make it last."

The next day after school I returned. After all, I still 
had the cabinet to finish. Inga greeted me at the door 
dressed in a robe. Her blonde hair was not in its usual 
bun but was loose, flowing around her shoulders. 

"Forget about the cabinet. I need your help with 
something else. Follow me." She led me to the bedroom. 
"Take off your clothes and watch me." I took off my 
shirt and jeans. "The underwear too," said Inga. I 
followed her instructions. Inga was my employer and I 
needed the money. In a few moments I was completely 
unclothed.

Standing before me Inga shrugged off her robe. With her 
powerful legs, big hips, narrow waist and huge breasts, 
she was like the court house statue come to life, but 
naked. I was a bit frightened and intimidated but 
strongly aroused. She certainly didn't look like any of 
the thin girls at high school. My cock sprang to full 
erection within seconds. Inga put her hands under her 
breasts and hoisted them up so that I could get a better 
view.

 "Have you never seen a nude woman before?" I shook my 
head. "Well then, you have a lot to learn. Ve have our 
first lesson today." 
 
"These are my breasts. Some people call them tits or 
titties. They make milk for babies. The milk comes out 
the little holes in my nipple. Watch closely." Inga 
pinched her nipple and areola and drops of milk emerged. 
"Babies like to suck on nipples - even some grown men 
like it. But you know all about that from yesterday." 

"Does it hurt to make milk?" I asked. "No," said Inga. 
"Most of the time it feels very good. Especially when it 
is a man doing the sucking. Ve do that soon."

"Now look down here." She dropped her breast with a plop 
and put her hand on the hairy mound between her legs. 
"Tmy is where my vagina or cunt is. You put your penis 
in my vagina when you want to make a baby."  She stroked 
the fur and let her finger slip a bit inside. She guided 
my hand to her vagina and let me feel the lips and 
clitoris. Then she put my finger into the moist opening. 
Inga's hand on mine moved my finger in and out for a few 
moments. Then she stopped.

"It feels very good when you try to make a baby. Ve do 
that too. But first we do tmy."

Inga dropped to her knees in front of me and took my 
engorged penis in her mouth. She put one large arm 
around my ass to stop me from moving away and started 
sucking the end and stroking the shaft. I started 
squirming, She alternated short strokes with powerful 
sucks. I couldn't hold my orgasm back any longer and 
tried to tell her.

"I'm going to cum!" I moaned. 

"Dat's the whole idea," said Inga. "Come into my mouth. 
Ve do tmy so you don't come too soon later."

I erupted. Inga swallowed everything I had to give. 

"That felt good, didn't it?" Inga asked. 

"Wonderful," I replied, "but I'm getting soft now." 

"Don't worry. Young boys can get hard right away. I'll 
make you hard. Hold my breast. See the soft nipple. Play 
with the nipple and lick it and see what happens." She 
lifted one of her huge breasts and put it in my hands. 
"Hold my breast at the back, then draw your hands slowly 
forvard. Squeeze a little, as if you were milking me. 
Don't forget about the nipples." I focused my attention 
on the brown nipple. "Squeeze it and lick it," said 
Inga. "Don't be too gentle."

I started playing with the breast, twisting it and 
pressing it with my fingers. The breast was heavy but 
very resilient. It felt like a layer of flesh over a 
much denser core. There was a lot of meat packed inside 
it. I rubbed my hands over the areola and licked the 
nipple and all around it. In the meantime Inga had one 
large hand around my balls and the other massaging my 
cock. I sucked and nibbled the nipple, pulling most of 
her brown areola into my mouth. After I let it out I 
watched Inga's nipple grow. It stiffened and extended 
and the little bumps around the areola became more 
prominent. A few drops of milk emerged from the now 
turgid nipple.

"See how hard it gets." Inga said. "All it needs is a 
little attention. Just like your cock." 

I realized that Inga's magic touch had now made my penis 
as hard as it had ever been. 

"Now we show you how to put your penis in my hole."

Inga lay back on the bed and pulled me over her. I 
balanced on her firm body and full thighs. My face fell 
into the canyon between her breasts. There was very 
little soft about Inga except her huge tits. She took my 
rigid penis in her hand. "First ve rub your cock against 
tmy little button here. That gets me nice and ready. 
Then we put it inside." She began to rub the head of my 
cock against her now prominent clitoris, first gently, 
then harder and harder. I could feel the vagina lips 
getting wetter and wetter. 

"Now inside," said Inga as she guided me into her. "Now 
pull it in and out. That's called fucking." 

At this point I hardly needed instruction. Instinct was 
in command. my rigid penis was in a well of wetness and 
it felt like a hot moist hand was closing on it and 
stroking it. 

Inga thrust a mountain of breast into my gaping mouth 
and whispered demandingly, "Suck it. Suck my nipple 
while you fuck me. Bite me. Fuck me!"

And fuck we did. I moved my hips up and down, driven by 
contractions of Inga's big muscular thighs. Inga cried, 
"That's it, faster, harder, faster." I felt her body 
grinding against my cock as we fucked. Inga's wet 
swollen nipple slipped from my mouth. Suddenly Inga 
started shaking, then moving more and more violently. 

"Dat's good, dat's good, yah, YAH!" shouted Inga. 

I knew something big was happening. I felt myself 
cumming but my feelings were submerged in the earthquake 
that was Inga's orgasm. 

After a while Inga said, "You fuck very good for a 
beginner. Now we have something to eat and then we do it 
again." 

Inga was insatiable. After we had eaten, Inga washed 
herself then simply said, "Now it's time to play with my 
cunt again." She led me to the bedroom and lay down on 
the bed. "Put your fingers next to the slit and move 
them slowly back and forth. When you feel the little 
button get hard, gently lick it with your tongue. Then 
watch closely to see what happens. It will be your 
lesson for today."

I started caressing Inga's cunt slowly, running my 
fingers through the hair on each side of the slit. Inga 
kept saying, "Dat's good," as if to guide me. I could 
feel the moisture start to flow as the clitoris began to 
protrude. Inga clutched her breasts and droplets of milk 
seeped out of the nipples. 

"Now suck me, lick my button." said Inga. I lowered my 
mouth to the clitoris, wrapped my lips around the 
protruding nub, and started licking with my tongue. 
Inga's muscular body started to writhe and buck, almost 
throwing me off. 

"Oh, I think I'm going to cum! You are making me cum!" 
she said, almost as if it was a surprise. "I'm about to 
cum soon! Look at me. Put your fingers inside me and 
keep moving them in and out." I raised my head to see 
Inga's convulsing body, always moving my three fingers 
in Inga's cunt. She was yelling, "YAH, YAH! I'M CUMMING! 
I'M CUMMING!!" again and again. 

And she did cum, hysterically wracked by her climax in a 
long shuddering explosion. She insisted that I keep my 
eyes open so that I could see her orgasmic explosion. 

"Did you like what you saw? You can make a woman cum 
just by licking and stroking her in the right place. 
It's a good lesson. You did it just right. You learn 
quick."

She came repeatedly that afternoon, as did I. Sometimes 
we fucked, sometimes we simply rubbed and sucked each 
other to completion. Nothing beats a 15 year old for 
endurance. 

My sex education continued each afternoon for the next 
six months. There was a different lesson each day. I 
learned just about all there was to learn about the 
female body. Inga's appetite for sex was as great as her 
physical size. She was totally uninhibited. Everything 
was permissible. I played with her massive breasts, 
sometimes squeezing them with all my strength. They were 
more than a handful. 

When Inga got excited she liked me to bite and chew on 
her nipples, sometimes hard enough to draw blood. I 
sucked her clitoris until it grew almost to the size of 
a walnut while Inga moaned in ecstasy, imprisoning my 
head with her powerful thighs while she ran her hands 
through my red hair. 

Once during one of our "lessons", the baby woke up and 
demanded to be fed. Inga put the baby to one huge breast 
and pressed my head to the other, having us nurse milk 
from both of them simultaneously. I moved my hand down 
to Inga's wet clit and finger fucked her to repeated 
climaxes, feeling her Amazonian body shudder repeatedly 
in orgasm. After the baby had eaten its fill, Inga gave 
me a blow job lasting almost an hour to make up for the 
"interruption." 

Often Inga let me climax between her breasts, spewing 
cum into her face and mouth. We ended each day's lesson 
with a spectacular fuck that drained every bit of sperm 
from my overworked balls. 

Just before it was time for me to go home Inga would 
caress my cock until it got hard. 

"Time to say good night." she would say. "Eat me, suck 
my milk, and then put yourself in me. Fuck me good. Then 
go home and eat dinner. You have to keep up your 
strength for our lesson tomorrow."

Then Inga would pull me over to the bed and wrap her 
legs around me. I loved her legs. They were strong and 
muscular with full calves that pummeled my back when we 
fucked.

"Don't forget, rub your cock on my button until you feel 
me start to shake. Suck my titties too. Milk me. That's 
the way. MILK ME LIKE A COW!   SUCK MY TITTIE HARD! SUCK 
ME! MILK ME! YES, I'M ALMOST THERE! NOW GO INSIDE! FUCK 
ME, FUCK ME HARD! YA! YA! I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M CUMMING! 
YA! CUUMMMMINNNG!"

Inga exploded in ecstasy, as did I. 

After catching out breath; "That was very nice," she 
said. "You have learned your lessons vell. I'll see you 
tomorrow."

Sex might be fun and games, but with Inga there were no 
games, it was all fun. 

I didn't realize it at the time that Inga's attitude was 
shared by few other women. I never met anyone else who 
got as much joy from the sheer pleasure of sex. 

Our idyll ended just as the winter snow started falling. 
Inga's husband came home from his six month long cruise 
and announced that he had accepted a job as the 
harbormaster in Seattle, Washington. The Swensons moved 
away. The next year I graduated high school. Eventually 
I succumbed to the Air Force's offer of a free college 
education for enlistment. Inga's legacy was my lifelong 
obsession with huge milky breasts and direct lusty and 
uncomplicated fucking. The stereo cabinet never got 
completed.

Although it had all happened years ago, I was still 
curious about what became of the Swensons. I discovered 
that they were still living in Seattle. Their address 
was listed in the phone book. It was in a small suburb 
just outside of the city. One afternoon after the daily 
session at Boeing was over, I rented a car to drive out, 
hoping to catch a sight of Inga. I knew that there was 
little chance of picking up where we left off over ten 
years ago. I just wanted to get closure. 

The Swenson's home was a neat white cottage with a big 
yard. I parked my car across the street just as a school 
bus pulled up. The house door opened revealing a very 
large sturdy woman. I recognized her immediately as Inga 
but she had gained weight. Her breasts, which had been 
huge before, were now enormous. Suffocatingly big. Her 
face was now middle aged. But she still had the same 
twinkle in her eye. I thought that it wouldn't hurt to 
say hello. 

As I was about to open my car door two screaming boys 
burst out of the school bus. They punched each other as 
they ran to the house. Both were about ten years old, 
obviously twins. Each had shockingly red hair. Inga 
grabbed them and hustled them into the house shutting 
the door behind her. I put my car into gear and drove 
away. 

The story was complete. Time to go home.

END

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