Hi. Tom here again.
The exams are over, mum and dad have set off for their holiday of a lifetime, and I have just arrived at Pete and Sarah’s for the long summer that stretches out in front of me. I haven’t had much contact with them since my Easter visit; just a few e-mails to arrange details.
I also got a nice one from John, letting me know that he would be at sea for the first few weeks of my stay but had arranged temporary membership for me at his gym and Laureen would drop round with the membership card.
I spent that first weekend settling in and now it’s Monday morning and I have the house to myself. I have showered and put on shorts and a t-shirt and was just about to wash the panties that I had used when masturbating earlier. Yes, of course I had wasted no time in re-familiarising myself with Sarah’s underwear drawers which were much the same as I remembered them from Easter. The doorbell rang as I was about to put them in to soak and I opened the door to Laureen.
“Hi Tom” she said, giving me a hug, “I was just on my way home from shopping and thought I would drop by to invite you over to my house to collect the gym card. Are you free now?”
“Can I come round in half an hour? There’s a few things I need to do first,” I said, remembering with a certain amount of embarrassment the cum-soaked underwear that needed attention.
I did what had to be done and was soon enough at her front door The weather was pleasantly warm and Laureen had changed into shorts and t-shirt herself. She looked great and my thoughts almost unconsciously strayed towards sex. No surprise there, what else do boys my age with nothing much to do actually think about?
She invited me in, made some coffee and we chatted for a while about what we had both been doing since Easter.
“No girlfriend on the horizon then?” she asked, after I had summarised my activities as studying, taking exams and playing sport.
“That school of yours might have great academic standards and sports facilities but it doesn’t do much for your sex life does it?. Unless you’re gay I suppose. But I don’t think you’re that, are you?”
To my acute embarrassment, I blushed. And to make things worse the mere mention of sex had brought to the front of my mind those thoughts which had been at its back, with the almost inevitable consequence that my cock began to harden and there was nothing I could do about it. I searched for some light-hearted response but, disappointingly, could manage nothing more than
“No, not really.”
My hard-on by now was unavoidable and there was no way she could have missed it. She looked down at my crotch, smiled, and said, “You look like you’re a bit uncomfortable there.”
Yes of course I’m fucking uncomfortable I thought. Sat here with an erection threatening to burst out of my shorts and wishing the ground would open to swallow me and let me escape.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m really embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” she said, still smiling “when a sexy young man gets a hard-on thinking dirty thoughts about me I’m not embarrassed, I’m flattered. At least I hope it was me you were having dirty thoughts about. It would be a bit rude to be in this situation thinking about someone else.”
She paused, looking at me expectantly. I hadn’t realised there was a question here so said nothing, just sat there in misery.
“Well, is it me on your mind?” she asked, finally forcing me to speak.
Yes of course it’s you. On your knees with my cock in your mouth. That’s what I thought, and with all the eloquence a sixteen year old boy can muster on such occasions I replied.
“Er yeah, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Do you need to rearrange yourself to be more comfortable? Or would you prefer me to help you out?”
My confusion now equalled my embarrassment. Was I imagining it or was she suggesting something sexual? What the fuck was I supposed to say? What kind of idiot would I look if I had got it wrong?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Why don’t you move to that armchair,” she said, pointing “and I’ll show you.”
I did as I was told and Laureen came over and knelt on the floor in front of me, gently pushing my legs apart so she could get close and her right hand brushed the outside of my shorts, over my erection.
“If you want me to stop you only have to say so,” she said “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Are you fucking mad? Of course I don’t want you to stop. There’s nothing I can remotely think of that I don’t want to do, or want you to do.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
Laureen undid the fastening on my shorts and pulled down the zipper.
“Take off your t-shirt and lift up so I can get these shorts off.”
I again did as I was told and Laureen hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled down both shorts and underwear in one go. My cock, finally freed from its straitjacket, pointed straight up, harder than it had ever been.
In retrospect I think it was odd that at that moment I thought briefly of John in the showers at the gym and his large flaccid cock. I think mine is pretty good and I am confident that it’s a decent size but I hope she’s not disappointed with the comparison.
“Mm, lovely cock. So hard,” she said, wrapping her hand around it, banishing those thoughts and allowing me finally to relax a little.
Laureen leaned in towards me, opened her mouth, slid her lips slowly down over my shaft and as I felt her tongue swirling around my knob head, I knew at that moment exactly what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. She gave me what I now know to be a great blowjob, although at the time I had nothing to compare it with.
All too soon I felt myself nearing orgasm. Somehow I had the presence of mind to warn her, expecting her to pull away, but no, she continued to work and slid her other hand beneath my balls and gently rubbed there as I fired several jets of spunk straight into her mouth.
Lost in the moment I pulled her head down on to my cock. If I could have done I think I would have forced it right down her throat. But she had her hand still wrapped around the shaft so my penetration was limited. She finally took her mouth away, clearly having swallowed everything I gave her.
“Did you like that?” she asked.
Again, are you fucking mad? That was the most incredible experience of my whole life. I can’t imagine anything could ever begin to compare with it. Like it? I loved it. In keeping with my earlier eloquence I replied.
“Yeah, it was really good.”
As she moved away I reached towards my clothes.
“No, leave those. I haven’t finished with you yet,” she said “unless you want to leave now?”
I smiled, this time rightly guessing that the question was rhetorical.
“Have you ever seen a naked adult woman? Apart from your mum perhaps. Mothers don’t count for this.”
“No,” I truthfully replied.
And I watched as she stripped in front of me. I had seen naked women in porn of course but nothing had prepared me for my first sight of one in the flesh. Her pussy was not shaved bald, but the only hair she did have was a Brazilian triangle trimmed very short. Her breasts were not large but were firm, and the nipples stood out invitingly.
She knelt up on the armchair, her legs either side of my body, and I put my hands instinctively on her hips and helped her to lower herself towards my now hard again cock. She reached her hand around behind her back and guided me into her. And as I felt her pussy slowly descend until my cock was fully embedded I revelled in this latest of a day of the most amazing new experiences. I recall thinking that I ought to decide which was better, this or the blowjob. Why would I waste time on such daft questions right now?
As she began to rise and fall in a steady rhythm all rational thought left me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the moment, loving every second of it. Whether she spoke, I can’t remember, whether I gave her any pleasure, I have no idea. But pretty soon I experienced the sensation of pumping my sperm deep into the body of a woman for the first time in my young life and it was far greater than the fantasies had ever suggested it might be.
We rested just briefly and then she kissed me lightly on the forehead and climbed off. As we both began to dress I realised that we hadn’t actually kissed at all. She had sucked and fucked me and we had never kissed. Is that a common experience I wondered? Surely not. I had always assumed my first time would follow a period of dating, kissing and fondling but I’ll take what I got anytime.
Laureen offered me a drink, which I accepted gratefully, feeling a little awkward and uncertain about what I was supposed to do now. My dilemma was solved by her telling me to sit down again. She sat in the armchair opposite and began a speech that I think I’ll remember vividly forever.
“That was great, Tom, thank you. I haven’t had any sex since John went back to sea, and I miss it badly. I love John very much and he loves me. There is no room for anyone else in that part of our lives. But we knew, from before we married, that his chosen career would put huge stresses on us, and the likelihood of succumbing to sexual temptation would be great.”
“So we came to an understanding. Love affairs, romances, call them what you will, would be a breach of trust between us. Fucking other people, just sex, would not. And that works for us.”
“So Tom, I want to make you an offer. You’re kicking around here for the summer with not much to do and I’m taking a bit of a break from writing my thesis. During the week, when Pete and Sarah are at work, your time is your own. I’m suggesting you should spend it here. You can fuck me as much as you want. Unless I’m having my period or feeling really ill, I’ll never say no. I’ll teach you how to please a woman and I’ll show you just how many different ways there are to please yourself with my body.”
“But there are conditions, rules that have to be followed. If at any point I get the impression that you have forgotten that it’s just sex, any mention of romance or love, any jealousy, and I will end it just as quickly as I started it. We can continue to enjoy each other’s company, be kind and considerate of each other’s feelings, but that’s as far as it goes.”
“Oh, and there’s one more condition, one that might be difficult for a boy your age. For so long as our arrangement lasts, I want you to give up masturbating unless I specifically tell you otherwise. I want every bit of your sexual energy and I want to enjoy every single ejaculation you can manage. And trust me, there will be lots of them, and I can assure you I’ll know if you cheat.”
“Now I want you to go back to Pete and Sarah’s and decide whether you want to enter into this arrangement or not. If you do, come back tomorrow morning. If you don’t, then call me instead and we’ll go back to exactly as we were before. Just friends.”
I left, totally bemused by this series of events. Almost in shock. In the space of that very short walk home I realised two things. One, I would most definitely be retracing my steps back to Laureen’s on Tuesday morning. And two, my right hand was going to get a well-deserved rest.