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1978. What a full throttle, kick my rear into high gear year. I’d just turned eighteen and was all about Van Halen, Star Wars and of course, girls. Do love ’em. They were easy. And vapid. Sex should be more complicated. I just love tonguing their delicate you know whats.
They needn’t be skinny nor beautiful or any particular shape or size. Watching them come on my tongue is what gets me off. I can imagine seeing the expression on a grown woman’s face while they’re in the midst of a breathless orgasm. Yummy! If only.
———-
My favorite new pastime was eavesdropping on my gorgeous, married neighbor as she sunned in the back yard next to her pool. I had the naughtiest thoughts of her all the time, imagining the mystery of her forbidden treasure.
Enter the decadent Mrs. Lola Travis. She had the most luxuriant, bouncy blond hair, legs that went forever and big, baby blue eyes. With a more than ample, firm rack, taut, light brown nipples jiggled as she strut. And man, could she strut.
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On a blistering hot day in early August, a friend and I were playing catch in the backyard with my new football. I accidentally over threw it and it sailed right through one of Lola’s upstairs windows, shattering it. Not good.
A few days later, I timidly knocked on her door. She answered it wearing nothing but a scarcely there, white bikini. She smirked, cocking her svelte hips as she tossed up, then caught my football. Lilting, crystalline eyes of azure twinkled.
“Been waitin’ for ya’ Bart. I assume this is yours?”
“It is. Um–I’m so sorry Mrs. Travis. Really. I swear. Didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I promise to pay you for it.”
She stepped out, looking like an Amazon warrior goddess.
“Damned right you will. It’s a good thing I like you. And I do respect your honesty. Not too many young boys have that kind of integrity. Takes a man.”
“A man?”
“Yes. I already had my window repaired. It’s going to cost you five hundred bucks. Of your time. Since I highly doubt you have that kind of scratch, you’re going to plant rose bushes all around my pool. Starting now. If you want your football back.”
“Yes ma’am.”
———-
Laboring under the relentless August sun for Lola wasn’t so bad. For one, she made sure there was always plenty of ice cold lemonade. And sometimes I swore she was putting on a show for me. Like bending all the way over with her marvelous ass cheeks peeking. In my face. Amazing. Made me work even harder.
The next day, she undressed right in front of me before taking a short dip in her pool. That was the first time I’d ever seen a grown woman’s coochie in person. Etimesgut escort But this one had no bushy hair. At all. My jaw dropped. Her perfect, almost invisible treasure was even sweeter than I could have imagined. It was golden.
As she toweled off, she winked at me, saying, “Make sure and water those roses as you go. They love tons of sun and lots and lots of water. When you’re finished for the day, rinse off. And make sure to scrub your hands. Then come upstairs. There’s something I else I need your help with.”
Her house was enormous. Along its stairway were all sorts of paintings and sculptures of nude women. Mostly of her. Entering her lavish bedroom, I asked, “Where’s your husband?”
“Not here. He works and lives mostly in Chicago.”
“Jeez. You must miss him not being around.”
“Not really. He’s a very boring man. You know, I’m just a trophy wife. But you. I’m not embarrassed. You make me ancy. Find me boring Bart?”
I stuttered. “No–not at all. In fact, everything about you is the opposite of boring. Wha–what are you doing?”
I watched in awe as Lola sauntered over towards me, stepping out of her scant bikini. She tossed me its fragrant bottom. It landed square on my face. I deeply inhaled her intoxicating, raw essence. Euphoria.
She said, “Keep it.”
Now fully naked, she laid back casually, with narrowed eyes. Her long legs opened wide, looking so much like Raquel Welch, but with blond hair. Beckoning me.
“Entertain me. I know you want to. You’re desperate. Obsessed. Fascinated. Everything I do turns you on. I bet you’d even guzzle my shitty bath water if I asked. It shows. Yeah, I see you with your binoculars spying on me. My little show has been entirely by design. Glad you broke my window. I’m enjoying the hell out of having you around. Some real fun for once.
I want to see if you really do know what you’re doing. If not, which I’m pretty sure you don’t, don’t worry. I’d love being your teacher.”
“You’re so right. Help me. Teach me. I’m out of my mind crazy for you.”
“Duh. I admit, I’m more than a bit smitten with you too. Do your best.”
I went straight for her petite, clean pussy, attacking it like some starving, vicious animal that hadn’t eaten for at least a week.
“Stop! Thought you said you like me. Obviously not.”
“But I do. More than you know. You’re nothing less than astonishing. Honestly.”
“Then calm down, pretty boy. Relax. Don’t be in such a rush. I said I like you too. Maybe a little too much. Think of me as a motor in the frozen dead of winter. It needs to be warmed up before it gets going. I too need to be warmed up before Etlik escort I get going. Something my husband never cared to do for me.
Start with my feet then slowly work your way up. Kiss and caress my hills and valleys. Explore my body as if every freckle, mole and blemish is an exciting new discovery. And remember, my precious little clit is very sensitive. It can easily be over stimulated. Nothing like what you just did. Okay? I forgive you.”
“I’m–I’m so embarrassed. Can I kiss you.”
“Easy, Mr. Impatient. I promise you’ll get to that. Sensual, meaningful kisses do play a big part. When my tender nipples shrink and stiffen, you’re on the right track. When my legs start to tremble, I’m on my way to bliss. Once I’m nice and wet from the delicate, touch of your lips, hands and tongue, then and only then, will you know I’m ready.”
“I am so ready.”
“No, I’m afraid you’re not. Not yet. It’s your out of control impatience. Tomorrow. And make sure to masturbate first like I know you always do. Even better, do it in front of me when you come over. I love to watch. If you notice, nudity means nothing to me. Better get used to it.”
“M–masturbate?”
“Yes. All boys your age do. I know exactly what you’re doing up there. No impatient boy’s going to leave me hanging.”
“But in front of you?”
“Yes, so I can be sure to come at least once before you do. It’s my insurance. You should know yourself that it’s only fair.”
“I suppose.”
“Then forget about it.”
“Yes–yes ma’am. I will.”
“Good boy. Knowing you, I’ll probably have to help. And bragging about today is a what?”
“Uh, it’s a no-no?”
“You got it. Now run along.”
———-
Couldn’t sleep. So I did what I always did to keep my mind off the prospect of tasting her again. I had an extra heavy work out. Then lost in a never ending dream of her, I over slept.
———
“You’re late. Did you masturbate like I asked?”
“Sorry. But no. It’s just. I don’t think I can do that in front of you.”
“Hmm. I figured. It’s just as well for me.”
“Wha–what do you mean?”
“Take off your jeans and underwear silly boy. Then sit still. If you can. I said I’m going to help you.”
My rigid penis bobbed at full attention. Lola knelt before me, looking puzzled,
“Why so shy? Shoudn’t be. Your cock is gorgeous. Picture perfect. Women only dream about getting worked all night by a dick like yours.”
I watched as Lola’s juicy mouth made my entire rod disappear to the root, then reappear. It was the most dizzying, mind blowing moment of my life.
“Like it?”
I nodded, unable to Gaziosmanpaşa escort speak, with beads of sweat stinging my eyes as I tried so hard not to come too fast. But she kept going down on me faster. Deeper. All the way up, then down again, her nimble fingers slid around my slick, slobbery shaft in unison. Her eyes watered as I groaned in rapturous ecstacy.
“Never–nobody–God, it feels so good–so, oh so–what so, I’m–I’m gonna’ come! You’re sucking my come!”
One monster, orgasmic spasm coursed through my body as Lola’s constant sucking seal vacuumed my long, blissful release. She gulped it down, then licked her lips with a smile.
“Let’s take a break. Then it’s my turn.”
Stunned. For the moment, I was paralyzed, watching Lola squeeze the last remaining drop of my warm come onto her finger, then put it in my mouth.
I caught my breath.
“Thank you so much. That was–whew…insanity.”
“Not a problem. Truly, it was my pleasure pleasing you. Really needed that. What a load. Got me off just right. After that most gratifying experience, making me come more than once ought to be easier for you. Ready?”
“Ready as ever.”
“Excellent. I’m going to mount you first.”
“You–you mean you’re going to be on top?”
“Uh-huh. I should warn you. I have a hair trigger and my come is profuse. In other words, it flows. Plus, you’ve already got me so wound up, I’ll probably have a major gusher right away.”
——–
“Ahh–fuck! You’re so tight! But–but I saw your–your daughters.”
“Uh-huh–Kegels! In school! Uh.
God you feel so good! Oooh–yes! That’s it. That’s it. Keep going. Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Aww my God! I’m coming. I’m coming! It feels so fucking good!–Oh no! I’m coming–coming so much! Yes! Climax at last!”
Thin strands of Lola’s hair were caked around her forehead. She was drenched with sweat as she collapsed, gazing into my eyes.
“Whew! Holy shit! Told you so. Nicely done. Made me come thrice.”
“Uh-huh. I felt it. It wasn’t easy for me. I barely staved off coming. But your incredible pussy kept squeezing me. Milking me. I was this close.”
“I know. Felt it too. Takes practice. A lot. But you did it. You satisfied me much more than I expected. Enough for today. That’s good insurance.”
“But.”
“Tomorrow. You’ll get to come inside me. I’ll make sure. Dammit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Hurry! My crappy husband’s almost at the door! He’s coming! Come back next week when he’s gone. I’m no where near through having fun with you yet. And Bart, thanks a million.”
I landed on the grass, football in hand, after climbing down a trellis, then jumping off her tiled roof and rolling to my feet. I whistled, calmly walking away as her hubby stood in the doorway, scratching his head.
“Who the hell was that?”
“Just some neighbor kid getting his ball off the roof. He sure had nice manners. For just a boy.”
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