Anyhow, as a starter, let me introduce myself: I am a male in the late fifties, married and have 3 kids – that are all gone from home now. I grew up in a little village, on a street with around 15 to 20 houses to it.

My story starts in a summer when I was young. Everything started so casual. Mom asked if I could help in one of the houses up the street from our house. There was apparently some garden work to be done and I needed some pocket money for the summer holidays later, so I said, “yes of course”. I headed up there and found that the couple living there needed some help with the garden. They were in their early-thirties – I guessed. The husband was in a wheelchair and was unable to do the lawns and the other garden stuff. He had been in in an accident a few years earlier, just before they moved into our street. The boy they had employed earlier had left for his military service, so they needed someone else. My mom had got wind of this and made planes for me to show up. The work consisted of cutting the grass, trimming a hedge and other minor garden work, I was told. This arrangement carried on for a few years and I earned good money – that where mine to spend.

Over the years, as I got older, I started observing the lady in the house, let me call her Anny, as a young male would. She was a tall, fit lady with dark brownish hair slightly above her shoulders. Her tits just had a nice shape to them – not too big. Every now and then she was out on their decking in their back-yard catching some sun, just in a bikini. Often her husband was sitting in his chair next to her, chatting and having a beer. I have the impression, out of memory, that her bikinis grew smaller and smaller over the time leading up to the main part of my story. Now and then I would sit down with them and chat a bit while having something to drink and occasionally a little snack. They were a nice couple to talk to and we discussed almost anything. I also started to notice that the husband looked more and more frail and not well.

One winter day, I learned that he had had a stroke and was now entirely bound to a bed that was placed downstairs in their living room. Come spring, I had just celebrated my 17th. birthday, I was asked to help arrange the decking for the summer. It meant carrying a lot of stuff from their garden shed, cellar and attic out onto the decking. Some of this stuff was heavy so I broke out a bit of sweat, even if it was chilly outside. When all were in place, I was invited in for a hot drink. We sat down in the kitchen and talked about what should be done in the garden this summer, and if I were able to help her out. “You know, my husband is of no help for ANYTHING these days” she proclaimed. She had got a bit agitated and my eyes caught her tits bouncing up and down under her sweater. I bet she was not wearing a bra; the nipples were poking out as small pebbles under the fabric. She kept on about her husband’s inability to do anything, except laying there, demanding service for everything, not giving anything but complaints back to her. She got way too little help from anybody. I lost all interest in listening to her and my eye just followed her bouncing tits.

Suddenly she stopped talking, looked at me and said: “Young man! What are you staring at?” “Oh shit!” I felt my face getting red as a tomato. “Nothing!” “No? Have you not seen ….. a girls’ tits before?” Well, I could have said that I have had a few glimpses of my mothers and my sisters over the time, but that would reveal me as a voyeur, so I just shook my head and looked down. “Too bad, because you are such a nice boy. I think you should leave now and come back Saturday morning and help me with some new plants. I will need your help in doing that.” So, off I went, wondering if I ever dared coming back again.

Well, I did go there on Saturday, and we went to buy some large plants. Guess what; I was made to carry them. But – it had its advantages, as she walked in front of me almost all the time. I then realized that she had an exciting ass too, in those tight trousers. And, wow, how that ass moved in front of me, and the panties she wore seemed to be, not of the type my mom had in her laundry, they seemed to be more of minimal type. I had heard some friends talking about their girlfriends wearing something like that, but it was the first time I saw some up close. I could feel myself getting harder just by looking at her ass. Once we had loaded all the stuff in her car we rode home, and I tried not to stare at her, at the wheel, but my God, she had a thin shirt on, and her white bra shone through and revealed that the bra probably matched her panties in shape.

We got home and stared to empty the car. I went for all the minor things and brought them single handed into the garden. Then I pretended to need help with carrying the largest plant, I got a chance to have a closer look at the front of her shirt and her bra underneath. Either she had forgotten some buttons in the front, or it was made like that, I do not know to this day, but it made her show quite a bit of the valley between her tits. When we arrived in the garden, at the spot where she had decided that the it should stand, we both bent down and I got to see most of her tits, as my focus was elsewhere then on the ground. “Do you like what you see?” Her words brought me back to the real world. I stammered a confirmation and looked down. “Look at me!” My eyes went up again, to look at her face, but never got that far up. She had opened more buttons, and now her entire bra was visible. I had dreams about putting my hands inside it and touch her skin when I was in bed at night, but having dirt on my hands, I did not want to spoil the white bra. “You like them? Are you afraid of me?” What should I say – or do? She took my hand and led me to the decking and told me to sit down in the big sofa that I, myself, carried out from the shed earlier, and told me to wait. She came back out again with some cold drinks and a smile on her face, and I wondered why. “He is asleep in bed now and will probably sleep for another hour or so – he normally does that this time of the day. We finish the plants later!” What did this mean?

She sat the tray with the glasses and a jar of juice on the table. I saw that she had re-buttoned her shirt and was a little bit set back as I discovered that. As she sat down at the other end of the sofa, she explained she had made herself “decent” in case her husband was awake. “Since he is asleep, would you like to unbutton my shirt?” “Can I? But my hands are dirty?” A smile grew on her face and she grabbed my hand and put it on her shirt. “Doesn’t matter. No one will see.” So, I fumbled and managed to open her buttons with hands getting more and more sweaty. Her shirt got a dirty trail down the front. As I opened the last button, she pulled one arm out of the shirt and then the other. “Shall I throw it off?” My mouth was as dry as a desert, so I barley nodded. She let it slide off her shoulders and onto the sofa. That was when I saw that while inside, she had removed her bra and I was staring at a magnificent pair of tits with hard nipples poking out from small brown areolas. I leaned towards her and with my left hand I touched her right tit. What a sensation! I ran my fingers back and forth over the nipple, then I curved my hand and gave it a light squeeze. It felt a sensation like I never had experienced before. My brain went wild, with the sensation my hand experienced. My right hand moved over to touch her other tit, as a sound like the doorbell sounded. I knew after a few second that it was definitively not their doorbell, it had a synthetic buzzer sound, this was more a bell. “Shit! He is awake! Wait!” She pulled away, grabbed her shirt, put it on and made up some of the buttons, before heading indoors. She left me there with a mighty hard cock in my pants and a frustrated mind. With her gone I poured myself a glass of the juice. Strange taste, was there something in it? I bet she had added some alcohol to the mix, but it did not taste bad. I had tasted some alcohol before. Leaning back in the sofa, I closed my eyes and went through what I had experienced today and what I hoped to would have come out of it.

It took a while before she reappeared, looking almost furious. “What was that?” I asked. “Someone at the door? The pizza guy?” “Funny! It was – HIM – needing help to the toilet”. She made a sour face and then poured herself a glass. “Humm? Good! I was wondering how it would taste. I added a splash of vodka to our juice, to enjoy – with you, when we have finished the garden work.” We chatted a bit more before she asked me to help finish what we were supposed to do, then we could relax again. So, we did, but this time I let my hands touch her whenever an “accident” came up. I cupped one tit, I stroke her tummy and ass, and I got a beautiful view down her shirt, now just held close by a couple buttons (I managed to accidentally rip one off, in an attempt to brush my hand over her tits.)

Without too much trouble, the plants were in the ground (I had to dig BIG holes for some of them). She brought out the hose to water the new plants. This worked well for a while. We passed the hose between us so to get to all the plants. Then started to play and spray a little water on each other, laughing and playing wilder and wilder, just like kids playing. Finally, we were both soaking wet and laughing almost breathless. “Let’s get in before we freeze to death out here!” she ordered. “Close that water tap and come in. We need to dry up.” I did as I was told and headed indoors. Anny was waiting inside with a large towel for me. She had one wrapped around her torso and her hair was a real wet mess. She tried to wrap the towel around my shoulders but then dropped her off and my eyes got glued to her nipples, clearly visible through her shirt. WOW – for a young boy like me, that was almost enough to make me cum immediately, but at least made me rock hard again.

“You are dirty, and I cannot send you back home freezing like that! Get in the shower now and clean and warm up. I will brush most of the earth off your shirt and trousers.” I got to the upstairs bathroom and stripped down. I left the dirty shirt and trousers outside for Anny to handle and stepped into the shower. Really good, after the cold work and play outside. My thoughts went to what had happened and I started stroking myself. Unknown to me, the door opened behind me, and Anny slipped in. My trance was broken when a hand touched my shoulder. “I want to do that!” My jaw dropped “to my stiff cock” as she pushed my hand away. The feeling of a foreign hand pumping me was more than I could stand, and I shot off after just a few of her strokes. When I regained my senses, I turned off the water and as I turned, I saw her standing there, completely naked – WOW! “I need to get a warm shower too. Would you mind washing my back?” I did NOT have any objections to do just that. She turned her back towards me, turned on the water on and handed me a bottle of soap. I found a sponge and added some soap to it and applied it to her neck and shoulders. “Use just your hands,” she instructed me. What a feeling, as my soapy and slippery hands moved over her body. I dared not let them go further down then to the top of her ass, then up to her shoulders. As I started down again, her hands grabbed my left hand and moved it to her left tit. As it arrived there, she leaned into me and caught my semi erect cock in her ass-crack. What a feeling! Her bouncing up and down along my cock made me all hard again. My hands where now all busy feeling her tits. My hands felt a girl’s stiff nipples properly now. Incredible! I was in heaven! The sensation was something out of this world. I let my hands explore her front, sliding my fingers over the globes, back and forth, up and down, around and around, and then slowly working my way down towards legs. Would she stop me from feeling a woman’s pussy – she did not! I came to some short hairs scratching my fingers – she was not shaved. I loved the experience! She moaned as I located her slit and I let my finger slide into a warm and moist place. Was this coming from her, or was it water from the shower? I put my finger under my nose and – it was definitively not water. As I put my finger back down south, I located a much more open slit then before and my finger was drawn in there and a sensed a hard nub, that I knew from “boys talk” that it was the clit. My finger played around, and I heard a moan coming form her. “Yessss – there! Keep rubbing, but not so hard!” Instead of pressing onto it, I let my finger slide lightly over it and after a while I moved further towards where I estimated her vagina was supposed to be. I found a softer spot and as I tried to push in and up my finger disappeared into a warm and wet tunnel. The movement of my finger caused her to draw a short and sharp breath. Then “Ummmm! Yes! Ahhhh!” As I felt the pressure on my finger relax a bit, I allowed a second finger follow the first one. By coincident, my thumb grazed over her clit, something that caused her to buckle her legs and moan really loud. She started moving wildly, moaning, almost screaming. Suddenly, she stiffened up and made a lot of strange noises. After a little while she got all relaxed and she pulled my hand away from her pussy. “Not more just now, I need to relax a bit.” She turned into the spray again, rinsed off and turned of the water. “Let’s dry off and …..” What did she mean? Was it something I did not understand? She handed me her towel and told me to dry her up, which I did. Then she dried me off, spending a bit of time getting my balls and cock dry. It also resulted in me getting hard again, almost as when she entered the shower. Anny put her hand around it and started wanking me slowly. What a feeling! Much better then my own hand and way more exiting. She knelt on the floor, in front of me and placed the other hand under my balls and played gently with them. She knew how sensible they where and was very careful. All I could do was enjoying the feeling of her hand. Her speed increased slightly, and I looked down and saw a determined face. She looked up at me and smiled: “Now it is your turn…” My tingling balls told me that I would not last that long the way she kept on and I closed my eyes and enjoyed. Suddenly something warm and wet wrapped it around my now massively hard cock. I looked down and saw that she had put it in her mouth. The feeling of her tongue sliding over my exposed cockhead made me loose it after just a few more stokes. I wanted to warn her and let her get it out of her mouth, but I was unable to utter a single word, just “Ahhhhh…” and my semen pumped into her mouth. I was shocked, in her mouth? As she opened her eyes, she probably saw the surprised shock in my face. “I love the taste of cum! So long since I had the chance, so I had to taste yours!” she said with a giggle. I had heard of oral sex before, but always thought of it as something from the porn film world. We sat up again and she leaned into me. We sat like that for a while, making smalltalk. The feeling of a warm, soft female body pressing lightly onto me was so enjoyable that I imagined that I could sit like that forever. I had a look at her watch laying on the sink and found out that it was more than due time for me to head home. Telling her that and getting up to put on my shirt and trousers, that in the time we where “occupied” had been laying on the heated floor in the wash room and had gotten less wet then when I got in the house after our work/play outside. I dressed and walked to the door, she came after me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she mumbled “I need some more help on Friday, can you come and help me?” Off course I could, but – I wondered what more she had to do in the garden. As I arrived home mom asked me if the work was so hard and if she paid med reasonably. I could not tell her the truth, so I just said “yes”. I had not got a single coin, but that was not so uncommon, but I wondered how her payment in “flesh” would count – I really needed the money too, but I would not be without the experience of earlier today. She paid me in cash later.

Friday, I had school and arrived in our street somewhere around 2 in the afternoon – a short day. I had told my parents that I would be working again, directly after school, so I went there and rang the bell. Anny let me in and welcomed me, definitively not dressed for outdoor work. “Leave your things down here and follow me upstairs. We need to rearrange some furniture. As we headed up, she in front of me, she let the dressing gown fall and she revealed a short shirt, and an even shorter skirt. It barely cowered her ass. I was wondering whether she had underwear on or not. I had a feeling that I knew what plans she had, and I enjoyed the thought. We went into a room full of boxes, furniture and other “stuff” stacked all around. She told me that she had plans to use this room as her hobbyroom and set up her sewingmachine and a big worktable there. The plan was to take up her hobby of sewing again. For to arrange the room as she wanted it, she had bought a new table that was delivered and now stored in the garage. Most of the boxes and loose stuff where to head for the attic, some would be placed in the garage to be sold off or given away. Sounds like a good plan and not too complicated. She had already done most of the sorting, so it was for me to start hauling stuff, first to the garage and then up to the attic. The stuff going to the garage was mainly furniture and a few boxes. On my way back in I carried parts of the new table. As I returned up with the last part of the table, namely the table-top, she had pulled down the ladder to the attic and had climbed up halfway. I had to admire that sight, those shapely legs and her nice ass, just barely covered. As I approached the door into her hobby room for to place the tabletop, I had the distinct feeling that she moved her legs apart and gave me a glimpse further up towards her crotch. NICE! As I returned with the first box to go up, she had moved up and out of the way. So, as I climbed up, she was ready to receive the boxes as I handed them to her. When the attic filled up, Anny stood in the ladder and received the last items. By “accident” one corner of the last box caught her skirt and lifted it up. I had “nothing” to do with that – NO! She laughed and rearranged her clothing. “What are you up to, young man? No funny games right now, just work now, but…” What was she hinting there? Anyhow, when all was out of the room it was time for cleaning and for me to assemble the table. Once that done, she asked if I cared joining her for some pizza. I am not the one to say no to such an offer, so she called and ordered for homedelivery. She went and looked after her husband, I poked my head in and said hello, receiving a weak “Hi!”, before going out on the decking. Anny arrived, carrying a tray with drinks. “I made us some juice as here the other day she said, grinning. My husband had a sleeping pill so we should be free for some time now”. Taking a seat opposite me, she opened her legs and I saw no panties, just the outline of a hairy pussy. She smiled and told me that she had “prepared herself” before coming out. That’s when I noticed that her bra was gone too. As she opened her legs more, she pulled her skirt up high and used one hand to rub her pussy. After a few strokes a saw a finger disappears in between the lips. “Just the thought of you looking up at me when I was in the ladder made me wet. I could have made you fingerfuck me there and then, but I did not want to be disturbed by HIM! So – I sneaked a sedative into his drink when I was in. Now we have some time just for us.” I started to get up and go over to her, but she stopped me by telling me to wait till after we had our meal. I just sat down and watched her playing with her pussy, getting harder and harder. Her nipples poked straight out under her shirt. Oh, how I would have loved to play with them! Then the doorbell rang, and she went inside to get the pizza. Returning with the box she grinned broadly. “That guy never too his eyes off my nipples, so I could probably have paid him with whatever, but I was nice to him and used my credit card, and some tip.” She smiled and sat down, opened the box and poured the drinks. The taste of the juice told me that she had spiked this one more then the last, but it tasted good. After finishing the meal, I went over and sat myself beside her. My hand found is way up under her skirt and located her damp folds with my fingers. She leaned back and closed her eyes. I was again in the seventh heaven. Then I felt a hand on my thigh moving towards my painful boner. She tried to open my flyer with one hand – but failed. I opened it for her, and her hand went in and wrapped itself around my cock. She tried to stroke it, inside my pants, but that did not work – she just barely managed squeezing it. In the meantime, my hands had busied themselves playing in her now soaking wet pussy. I heard her breath becoming more irregular and then I recognized that she started to get excited, as she moved her hip into my hand. Then she let out a series of soft moans, then she sat up and grabbed my hand. Let’s get in and carry on there! I just managed to pull my zipper up before being pulled inside.

As we got in, she led me to a side room to the living room, where there was a sofa and a few other items of furniture. She pushed me down on to the sofa and tugged at my shirt to get it off. It slipped easily off. As she threw it to the side, I tried to get hold of her top, to pull it off her, but I had no luck. She smiled at me, as my hands slipped over her body and missed getting hold of her top. “Impatient, are you? Let me do it for you!” She stood up in front of me and getting hold of the lower edge of her shirt, she started pulling it slowly up. She started swaying her hips a little as she did that. As the edge approached the underside of her tits, she stopped, looked at me, licked her lips – “Do you want me to carry on?” My mouth had run all dry, so I just nodded. Her hands left her shirt and moved over her tits and accentuated the hard nipples under there, she pulled on them. With one hand she pinched her right nipple and pulled it out and let her other hand slip under and I saw it caressing the other orb. Then, with both hands sliding under, the top was raised over her shoulders and then over her head. Again, I could see her perfect, in my eyes, boobs – free from any restraint or cover. I made a move, to raise up and try to touch her, but she pushed me back. Wait – sit down! She then grabbed my trousers and tried to pull them down. When I had opened the top button and the flyer, so off they went. I was sitting there in my boxers, with a significant tent up front. Anny looked up at me and smiled, stood back up, then started to sway her hips and caressed her hips, ass and front, outside of the skirt. Her hands slowly raised it and revealed her pussy. A finger found its way in between her lips, rubbing back and forth. She showed me a glinting finger, before she licked her juices off it with long slow strokes. When it was clean enough, she turned towards me, smiled and moved her hands to the top of my boxers. Her hands touched my stomach and moved down under the elastic and contacted my “tent-pole”. With two fingers, she closed around it in a soft, but still firm grip. Sliding her grip slowly up and down, she looked into my eyes and said that this was something she had longed to do, almost since her husband got ill. “He is unable to do anything to me any longer. I am so frustrated! In the beginning my toys and my hands where enough, but now I miss THE REAL THING. I started looking at you long ago, but you where so young and innocent. You where out of reach for me!” Anny carried on stroking me, now with my cock out of my underwear. She got a bit firmer grip and increased the speed. I moaned, she looked up at me and stopped wanking me. “Let me take them off” she said and pulled on my boxers. I laid back and just raised my ass clear of the sofa. A few seconds later they where on the floor and I was stark naked, with my cock standing proudly up. She lowered her skirt and was soon as naked as me. What a sight! A smile started to appear on her face, and she bowed down to kiss the head of my cock, then took it in her mouth. I was again in heaven! She stroked me and sucked me for a while more. Then she let it go and raised up, looked down at me, climbed into the bed beside me. She stretched out next to me on the narrow sofa. Her naked body pressed so nicely into mine and I could feel her heat radiating into me. Suddenly, I sensed her face touching mine and lips coming onto mine. Her tongue pushing at my closed, smiley, lips. I opened them to let her in. I had just experienced that a couple of times with one girl I hung out with a little while ago. Anny’s was much more playful, and I dared to let mine into her and let them battle for some time. I felt heavenly and when I felt her hand grabbing and stoking me again, I almost came. I think Anny sensed that and let it go. She also let go of my mouth, straddled me, with one leg on each side of my upper body. I had free sight to her hairy pussy, a bikini- cut I guessed then, but I am not so sure any longer – I have seen some unshaved pussies later, some full triangle, other more like a trimmed strip. Anyhow, hers was like a strip. The very first pussy up close to my face. I had seen some in a distance at school, sneaking in at the girls in the shower – without getting caught, but this was a million times better. “You like what you see? May I put it into my wet pussy now? I want you in me now!” With that she slid down my body, raised her hip over my cock, grabbed it and slid it back and forth a few times between her pussy lips, before impaling herself on me. Later, I have wondered how wet she was, because I have never been able to do that to any of the girls I have been with later, even not her, at later stages. She stayed there, all still, for a long time – it seemed like. Then she started going up and down at a slow pace. Almost immediately, my balls started boiling and I yelled “AHHH – I AM COMMING! Get off!” She did not, and I emptied all my semen into her. She kept on rocking a bit, but I got soft and slid out, together with a stream of fluids, mine and hers. “Sorry, but I could not hold back, and I was unable to pull-out of you. Are you on the pill?” She moved her head into a not and said it didn’t matter and that it was normal for a “young buck” to cum quickly and it was nothing to be ashamed off and that with a little help and effort I would be ready for more in a short time. She laid down next to me again for some smalltalk, as her hands where caressing about every available square inch of my body. As the talk ended, we carried on with more kissing and tongue play and suddenly, I felt her hand grabbing my cock and stroking it back to full stiffness again. She smiled at me and told me to let her get on her back and for me to get between her legs. So, I stood up and let her lay down. She spread her legs and indicated to me to kneel between them. As I did that, her right hand spread her lower lips and explained what I saw there. “that is my clit, be gentle to it – and there is where I want your cock again. Have you ever kissed a girls pussy?” As I shook my head, she told me to get closer to it and use my tongue on her clit. I let it barely touch the tip and then swirl around from one side to the other. I heard her draw a few short gasps of breath and I felt a hand push on the back of my head. Her hips buckled in sync with my moves. Apparently, I did the right thing to her. Suddenly, she pushed me back and told me to use my cock this time, and that I should not bother with a condom, as she was safe. She pulled me up to her body and with one hand guided me to her opening. I sank into the wet and warm hole, heaven rather, I would say. The feeling made me stay immobile for a while, just enjoying the sensation. Then I started moving out – then in, slowly, over and over again. I had never experienced anything like this before, I fucked a female! It was good when she rode me, but this was many times better! As I looked down on her face, I saw that she had her eyes closed, a happy little smile on her beautiful lips. My mouth sought hers and a deep impassionate kiss and tongue play went on as I fucked her slowly. As I had the feeling that I was about to crush her, so I broke my kiss and raised myself on my arms, looking down on her body as I moved in and out of her. The tits that moved so slowly as a result of my movement into her pussy. As I increased the speed and thereby the force, her tits started bouncing more forceful, almost slapping around. I could feel the cum starting to build in my balls again and I was getting ready to blast another load into her, but she pushed me away. “Let’s try something else!” I stood there on my knees looking at her turning around and pointing her bare ass towards me. She stood on all fours, had her legs spread so her pussy opened towards me with its pink interior. Then I clicked onto me: She wants me to fuck her doggystyle. I had heard of it, and seen a few pictures, but never thought that I would be in position to do just that now. Moving a little closer, I managed to rub my cockhead in her pussy, to collect some moisture. Her hand grabbed me and led me into the entrance. Slowly pushing forwards, I entered her again. It felt so good! Slowly pulling out again, a grabbed her hips to steady myself. When I started inwards again, she let out a deep moan, as I got so deep. I felt my balls touching her wet crack, it felt as if I was way up in her stomach, as I felt my cockhead touching some resistance. “Harder, faster!” She moaned as I started moving again. Bending forward I let my hands slide around her torso and grab her tits, to pull myself hard into her, I rammed her, and she screamed in an exited manner with a low voice. The speed and the tightness of her vagina made my balls ready to blast again, and this time I did not hold back and let her have it all. I understood that she was about ready to come about simultaneously with me. My hand found one hard nipple, and I pinched it, as my hands where using her tits as handles. The hard handling of her boobs and my fucking her was probably what sent her over the edge. As I felt her vaginal walls contract and her sounds vent high pitched and loud. She started shaking as her vagina milked my cock for the last drops of my semen. I fell forwards over her back and ending with my head at her neck, that I kissed while trying to regain my breath. I slid sideways down beside her, and she turned towards me and said “Thank you! I needed that. Was it good for you too?” What could I say? I was out of breath. It was the best sex I had ever experienced, and she was also my first female. I had my debut with her. What more could I say?

After some time of recuperating, we got up and walked into the kitchen to get some more to drink. My eyes wandered over her naked, lovely, adult body. I compared to what I imagined girls in my class would look like, I loved this body much more, even if I had little solid evidence to compare hers to. Probably because it was my first and, so far only, real experience. As we talked, I felt my cock beginning to grow again, was that normal? Anny, smiled and looked down at the semi-hard pole, asked if I was capable of more? I said I guessed so! She bent down and started kissing and sucking it. The sensation was excellent, as I expected from her now. That said, I felt a little sore on the inside of my cock, an unfamiliar feeling, but satisfying. I saw that she had her hand between her legs, and I assumed that she played with her pussy. She let go of my cock and stood up, kissed my mount deep and said: “Take me here in the kitchen – NOW!” I tried to ask if that would not disturb her husband next door. She told me not to bother. So, she dragged med down to the floor, got on all fours on a mat and told me to stick it all in, I knew the way by now, she instructed me. As I was told, I rammed myself home, after giving my cockhead a lubrication with my saliva. I did not want to go too fast this time and ignored her requests for speed and force, I kept my pace, as I felt her working her muscles in the vagina. Again, I was in the seventh heaven, fucking a sexy, beautiful and experienced woman. Finally, as I felt getting closer to cumming again, I heard her say “Look close at this, you vegetable! This is what you should be doing to me, but you are unable – so I had to get someone else to do me”. I did not understand what she meant by that, but I was so close to cumming that I did not bother. Again, I sensed that we came both of us, around the same time, she probably slightly after me. I shrank out of her pussy together with the last remains of my fluids. We turned our heads towards each other for a tongue kiss. That was when I saw that her husband was awake and had probably seen us through an open door. He had sorry eyes. I got up and moved into the other room to get dressed and get out of there before I got too embarrassed. Anny got inn after me and I told her what I had seen, but she calmed me down by saying that it did not matter, as he was no longer capable of anything but lying there.

I kept on coming to their house and to more work of all kind, at least once a week. We ended up by making love almost every time. Some months later her husband was rushed to hospital and his health situation deteriorated rapidly over the following couple of weeks, until he finally passed away. The funeral was sort of special, as I wanted to stand next to Anny, my lover, to comfort her, but she told me that she loved having me around during the ceremony, but I should stay with my parents. No one knew anything else than that I helped with chores in the garden or in the house, physical things that her husband was unable to do. That I got a few extra chores in addition, that was our secret.

I kept on coming for work for some more months leading up to a trip to a school camp, some weeks before the class ended. I was happy to go and looked forward to seeing Anny again, upon my return, to tell her how I loved her and what I had done at camp. As school kids, we ended up by exploring each other, only with hands and mouth, an always in hidden spots, but never any intercourse, at least not for me. Even if I got a blowjob from a girl and then licked her to orgasm, nothing more happened for me.

As I returned home, I saw that Anny’s house had a “For Sale” sign posted outside, and my mom told me that she had moved out shortly after I left for the camp. When I asked if she knew where she had gone, she said no. I was broken and cried, once alone in my room. Making my own investigations did not yield any results either, so I accepted her as lost and had to go on in my life. Some time later, a year or two I think, I heard some rumors that she had had a child, but no one could confirm or tell where she had gone. Had I become a father? I do not know, to this day, but it was my initiation to adult (sex-) life!

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