My name is Paula, I am thirty-five years old. My husband Jake and I have been together since highschool. We got jobs right after graduation and five years ago we bought the house that we were living in when this happened. By the way, I got the house in the divorce too.
About two weeks after we moved into the house, while my husband Jake was at work, I was carrying groceries into the house when the sixteen-year-old boy who lived next door was walking by and he offered to help me carry my bags into the house. I graciously accepted the help, and we got the bags all inside in just one trip between the two of us.
It was a scorcher outside, close to one hundred degrees. As I put the bags down on the kitchen counter, I turned to look at Sam to tell him he could put his bags on the table, but he was already doing that. As he set the bags on the table and took a step back, he was sporting an erection.
I couldn’t believe the size of it. But I shouldn’t have been surprised since Sam was six feet two inches tall and looked to weigh almost two hundred pounds.
I started to ask him if he wanted something to drink, but when I saw his erection I stopped in mid sentence. I said, “Hey, Sam. It’s such a scorcher out there today. Would you like…?”
Then I said, “Oh, my. Is that because of me?”
As I looked at the tent in his shorts sticking out far enough to hang a hat on. He smiled and asked, “Is what for you?”
I said, “That.”
He followed my eyes to see what I meant. His face turned beet red, and he quickly turned around so his back was to me. Sam said, “Uuummmm, oh my God! I’m sooo sorry! I have to go!”
Before he could run out I quickly walked around in front of him, blocking his retreat. He didn’t try to push past me, he just covered himself with both his hands. I asked him, “Is that because of me?”
He looked at me and said, “Yes.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was almost twice his age. I wasn’t dressed provocatively. I had on a pair of red shorts that were just above the knee, a red short sleeve button-up shirt, with a bra, and flip-flops. Ok, maybe I had too many buttons on the shirt unbuttoned. Plus, I had big boobs and a big butt. Not disgustingly big, but sexy big. And I was almost a foot shorter than Sam.
While still covering his erection with his hands, he pleaded with me, “Please, let me go! It won’t go down until I jerk off and cum!”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing myself saying the next words that came out of my mouth, “Well, the least I can do is help you with it, since I am responsible for it.”
He said, “No, please. That’s not necessary. I just need to get home.”
Since he hadn’t pushed past me yet, which he could have easily done, I took a chance and said, “Drop those shorts now!”
I couldn’t believe it. It was like Sam was in a trance, he took his hands away from his erection, and pushed his shorts to his feet. His cock instantly sprang to life. And a magnificent cock it was, too. It was even bigger than my husband Jake’s cock. It was a good two inches longer and a bit thicker than Jake’s, and veiny. I love a veiny cock. I love the feel of it on my lips when I suck it .
I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen, and slowly started jerking his cock. Sam closed his eyes and moaned and said, “P-please! W-we s-shouldn’t b-be d-doing t-this!”
I told him, “Fine, tell me to stop, and you can go home.”
Sam didn’t say a word, he just kept his eyes closed and moaned. He put a hand on the back of my head as I took the head of his cock in my mouth and then he pulled it away like he had placed his hand on a hot stove. I pulled my mouth off his cock and told him, “It’s ok, put your hand back on my head.”
He did as I told him, and I took the head of his cock into my mouth again. Without having to be told, he slowly pushed my mouth down onto his cock. He kept going until he felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I started to gag and he stopped. I put my hand on his, and pushed my head onto his cock more. I kept gagging and choking. When I took my hand off his and put both hands on the outsides of his thighs, Sam just kept pulling my mouth onto his cock since I didn’t tell him to stop, or pull my mouth off.
Even though I kept gagging and choking, Sam just kept pulling my mouth onto his cock, since I was not trying to pull my mouth off. I thought I was going to throw up before he was able to go down my throat balls deep. He was bigger, and longer than my husband Jake, and I had always stopped before I could deepthroat him. It took all I had not to throw up. I had the feeling this was Sam’s first blow job, and I wanted to take him balls deep, make his first time special.
When I felt Sam’s balls on my chin, I counted off ten seconds then tried to pull my mouth off his cock and he took his hand off the back of my head. I slowly pulled my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around it as I did. He was looking down at me now with a smile on his face. I said, with a smile of my own, “I take it you liked that?”
He said, “No…I LOVED it.”
Then I made his cock disappear into my mouth and down my throat then sucked his huge teenage cock until he came down my throat. He came so much that I couldn’t swallow it all, and I pulled my mouth off and he gave me a big facial.
End part 1.
