When I was 12 I got a job delivering milk to households in an area not too far from my home in the small west coast town that I grew up in. I’d done this job for four years, delivering the milk in plastic sachets six mornings a week, on one evening a week I would go round all the houses on my route and collect the money for the cost of the milk plus delivery. Being the mid-seventies the pay wasn’t that great but there was always the chance of a few tips from customers when collecting the money, that plus the annual xmas tips added up and I was pretty well off for a boy of my age. I also had a little side business, the owner of the dairy always left more pint sachets than I needed every morning, to make allowance for spillages and the odd morning I would be stopped by a householder who wanted their milk delivered. I’d add them to my route, delivering theirs from the extra pints I was provided with and pocketing the cash they’d pay me when I went to collect, it added up if you had half a dozen such customers, each was only £3 – 4.00 a week but since I was only paid £6.00 by my boss it was worth the risk.
Like every teenage boy I had fantasies about scantily clad ladies opening their door early in the morning just as I was delivering their milk, no such luck, the best I’d get would be the man of the house in his vest and work jeans complaining that I was late and should have delivered his milk earlier so he could have his breakfast before leaving for work, how they thought a 14 yr. old could be bothered to get up at 6am so they could have their cereal before catching the bus to their workplace at 7am was beyond me ? All my classmates were still in bed at 8am, catching the 8.30am bus to school, I thought getting up at 7am was early enough.
I’d spent the several years on my route without seeing so much as a bit of thigh and only had a month or two left on the job as the summer and my 16th birthday approached, I had considered keeping the job if I was going back to school after the summer but circumstances dictated that I never returned to school and left there and the job to enter the workforce before the summer ended. It was the week before my 16th birthday or “LEGAL” as we used to say, using all our male bravado when referring to a girl we found particularly attractive, boasts about how we would “shag the arse off her” once she was legal, empty boasts every one, but you had to at least play the part, besides, I wasn’t interested in girls my age, hard to believe I thought them immature when it was quite the reverse, we were the immature ones, sexually, intellectually, everyway ! But they held no fascination for me, the ones with big girl tits were just that, big girls, fat, I was barely 9st soaking wet myself. Others who were physically developed were not the most pleasing on the eye; “growlers” was one endearing term we used. No, I was more attracted to older women and by older I didn’t mean in their twenties or thirties, I was attracted to ladies in their forties and older, though to be honest I would have been grateful for any age “from nae hair to grey hair” as we used to say, and we were not referring to their heads. There was a few in particular on my route that had caught my eye over the years, I rarely saw them early in the morning but they were the one who would always answer the door and pay their weekly bill when I went to their door, but as this was always in the early evening they were always fully dressed. It didn’t stop me ogling their backside as they retreated back into the house to get their purse after answering my knock on the door, or trying to get a look at their tits as they rummaged in the purse for the correct money.
Chitchat was almost always kept to a minimum during such transactions, I was only the milk boy, grownup weren’t prone to becoming involved in casual conversation with someone my age and besides their favourite program was probably on TV or they were in the middle of their evening meal when I arrived on the doorstep. There was however a group of houses inhabited by families which for one reason or another always seemed to have male “visitors”. There was an airforce base a few miles out of town and at this time it was also used by American airforce and Navy Seals, they used the surrounding area for training, it was always rumoured that the first stealth fighters had used the base due to our remote location, geographical surroundings and long runway. From time to time one or more of the doors I knocked in this stretch of homes would be answered by a young American serviceman, I always looked forward to such occasions as they were great tippers, from time to time the tip would vastly exceed the bill for the milk, it was not unusual to be handed a ten pound note for a four pound bill and be told to keep the change.
It was rumoured that at least two of the females of these houses were little more than prostitutes, not strictly true, yes they had sex with the Americans and yes the Americans were very generous to them but it wasn’t a cash for sex transaction for these ladies. There was a hard-core locally of a few dozen, were girlfriends of these guys, the relationships only lasted as long as they were stationed at the base but over the years dozens did marry and move to the states, more than a few are still married to this day some thirty years or more later, some married, left, divorced, came home, married again, then repeated the process, a few stayed stateside, a few, now in their fifties have returned home over the years after at least two failed marriages to servicemen. The girlfriends in question on my route did not interest me, for a start they were in their early twenties, some even older and secondly and more importantly they were not particularly attractive, some downright plain. No, it was the mothers who caught my eye.
One in particular was to my young eyes simply stunning, thinking back now, she was more than pleasing on the eye, not plain but not traditionally beautiful either, what fascinated me was the way she looked and dressed. She was like a throwback to the 1950’s, jet black beehive hairdo, tight pencil skirt with plain white blouse and she always seemed to wear a fake leopard skin coat, long black lashes and bright red lipstick, to my young eyes she looked like a cross between Elizabeth Taylor and Isabella Rossellini, as they looked in cat on a hot tin roof or blue velvet, to my 16yr old eyes she was hot and sexy looking.
One night she came to the door instead of her daughter or her daughter’s American “friend” .On this night she made Smalltalk, I put it down to the alcohol I could smell on her breath. She asked me my name, said she knew my family, it’s a small town, everyone knows everyone, I’d have been more surprised if she hadn’t known my family. She asked what age I was and I told her I would be 16 in a few weeks, this being the beginning of June 1978. “ I’ll need to give you an extra special tip next week for your birthday” she replied, I had to stop myself laughing as she’d never ever given me a tip, neither had her daughter, various servicemen had tipped me but never the woman or her daughter, I’d never seen her husband, I didn’t even know if there was one ? It turned out that there wasn’t, he had died when the boat he was on sank in 1965, leaving her to bring up two small girls on her own. I didn’t hold out much hope for a tip the following week.
I put the whole incident out of my head that night as I finished the rounds collecting payments from the remaining homes on my route, I’d forgotten all about it by the time I delivered her milk the following morning, and on subsequent mornings for the next week. A week passed and I was out on my evening rounds collecting payments once again, I wasn’t until I was about to knock on the door that the promised tip once again entered my head. I wondered if she’d even remember the short conversation of the previous week. Quickly deciding that she wouldn’t and that in all likelihood she wouldn’t even answer the door herself, I knocked. I say knocked but I had only raised my fist to give the door a rap when it was opened from within. It was the daughter, dressed by the look of things for a night on the town.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry” she said before I could even open my mouth, “could you come back next week, I’m just on the way out” It was more a statement of fact rather than a request, she wasn’t asking, she was telling, again, before I could answer, the mother’s voice came from within the house. “Is that the milk-boy?” I could hear her call from inside the house, “tell him to come back once he’s finished his collections and I’ll pay him myself. “Rather than wait for the daughter to repeat her mother’s request I just told her I’d heard and I’d be back in an hour for the money, then I left. The home was in a three storey block and I had two other customers on the floors above so I took the stairs to the next floor, the daughter’s voice echoing from the landing below, telling her mother that I’d be back later, I heard the door slam and the sound of the daughter’s heels disappearing into the distance as I reached my next customer’s door. I almost forgot to go back, it was only the fact that I had to pass close to the building on my way home that reminded me that I’d said I would return, “a lot of bother for what will probably be a pretty small tip” I thought to myself as I entered the building and headed for the door, I was already pretty fed up with the trek through several neighbourhoods that evening and was ready for home, I still had some last minute schoolwork to catch up on which had to be handed in before the end of the week. I knocked at the door.

“Come in, the door is open, close it behind you” came a female voice in reply to my knock. Unusual I thought, I’d never been invited into a customer’s home before? Even if they had to go and look out a payment I would always be left standing on the doorstep, regardless of the weather conditions. Unsure of why I was being invited in, I entered the house, closing the door behind me. It was pretty dark in the house; the hallway was practically in complete darkness, the only light coming from a room on the left which I took to be the living room. “In here” came the voice from the same room, the door, half open gave no clue as to what lay inside. “Too drunk to get out of her chair” I thought to myself as I approached the door, by now sure there would be no tip, probably no payment at all, just an excuse about why she couldn’t pay me that night. I pushed the door open as I entered the room, my eyes adjusting to the light after the darkness of the hallway; I wasn’t seeing the usual trappings of a family room. What I saw was a bed, a large double bed; the light was coming from a lamp on the far side of the room, on a dresser against the opposite wall. I couldn’t make out much detail other than the bed, the dresser and the light, then I noticed a slight movement from the direction of the bed.
“Good, you came back , you didn’t think I had forgotten your birthday tip did you ?” came a voice from the bed, several thoughts raced through my head, all accompanied with a large gulp of air, my mind went from “She’s drunk” to “She wants me” back to “she’s drunk” in quick succession. The drunk option winning easily, wishful thinking on the middle option was the stuff of pipedreams or more likely wet dreams for a boy my age. I had no idea what age the lady of the house might be but had previously surmised that as the daughter was at least ten years older than me; she would have to be in her early to mid-forties at least? By now my eyes were growing more accustomed to the light and I could now make out the shape of her as she lay on top of the bed, propped up on a couple of pillows, I could make out the trail of smoke from the lit cigarette which she was holding in her right hand, her left, gesturing me to come closer. I shuffled a few short steps closer, stopping at the foot of the bed, trying to look but equally not looking. “Put your bag on the chair and come closer, sit down” her right hand waving in the direction of a chair at the foot of the bed, her left patting the bed beside her. I took the moneybag off my shoulder, set it down on the chair and took another couple of steps closer to where she lay on the bed. “Come on, don’t be shy, I won’t bite you, not unless you want me to?”
Even from within the haze I’d been in since entering the room I still remember thinking how corny that had sounded. Two more steps took me to the head of the bed, where I stopped, still staring at the hand that was patting the empty space on the bed, desperate not to make eye contact, even more so trying not to let my eyes wander towards her prone figure, I still hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. “Good boy, now sit down beside me, you do want your birthday tip, don’t you?” Now I looked up and got my first glimpse of what she was wearing, for a boy of fifteen the sight was breath-taking, she was wearing a flimsy nightie, almost completely see through, short, reaching barely the top of her thighs, even then I could just make out in the dim light that she was wearing no underwear, no knickers, no panties, no bra! I’d never paid much attention to her breasts before, he hairstyle being her commanding feature when clothed, although I must have noticed her breasts, they were impossible to miss, they were big, not too big, just big, in subsequent encounters when she was clothed I often wondered how I could have missed them ? They were magnificent, firm, perfectly formed; I could make out her nipples as they poked at the thin material, pushing it out an extra half inch at least. “She leant away from me to put the cigarette in the ashtray on a bedside table on the other side of the bed, allowing me to watch as her breasts swung away from me, her left buttock lifting from the bed, taking the flimsy nightie with it, her naked thigh and buttock exposed to my view.
I guess I must have let out a small gasp, hopefully an appreciative one as I heard her chuckle, “Take your coat off, and your shoes and make yourself comfortable” she said as she turned back towards me, I did, but comfortable I was not, I sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, my back turned away from her, not daring to look at her magnificent body again lest I turn to stone. Using my adult knowledge of the female form I’d say she was something like a 38, 26, 40, and curved in all the right places, big beautiful titties, not too slim in the waist but with a flat belly for her age which I later found to be 46 at our time of meeting and a great big tight beautiful ass, bootylicious I think they’d call it these days.
At this point all I was studying was my feet, wondering if my socks were clean. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder, both hands, rubbing my slim boyish shoulders, I still hadn’t grown to anywhere near my adult height, standing only five foot nine and weighing no more than nine and a half stone, she was bigger than me, no doubt about that.
The feel of her touch on my shoulders was like the best feeling I’d ever felt, can’t get better than this I thought, how wrong I was, I can’t honestly say that I was even aroused at this point, stunned would be more accurate, my mind was racing, wondering if she’d let me touch her big titties, if I’d get a glimpse of her pussy, infantile juvenile thoughts of your average fifteen year old virgin. As these thoughts competed for space in my head I felt her hands move from my shoulders down over my chest, at the same time I could now feel her nipples poking into my back as I felt he shuffle closer to me as I sat stone like on the edge of the bed. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, smelling the faint whiff of whisky, “I told you I had a birthday tip for you, and I’ve made sure we have plenty time for you to enjoy it” she whispered as I now felt her tongue flicking against the back of my neck, working its way round to my right earlobe which she took between her lips, sucking lightly on it, her hands having now found my nipples, fingers doing little circles round them, I was surprised to feel them harden, and an exquisite sensation run between my earlobe and nipples, the hairs on the back of my neck on end, it was only now I realised that I was getting hard, harder than I’d ever been before, I’d been masturbating since I was twelve and my cock had grown over the years to a respectable seven inches, like most boys my age I’d measured it ! But now? now it was much harder than any porn mag or my ragged copy of the happy hooker had ever managed to make it.
I didn’t dare breathe in case I broke the spell or ruined the moment, I didn’t know what she intended, would she change her mood if I dared move, or tried to touch her? Would she come to her senses and throw me out? I was afraid to tempt fate, I need not have worried. I couldn’t help but arch my neck backwards, so amazing was the feel of her lips and tongue on my neck and earlobe, her right hand slid further down my chest puling my T-shirt from the waistband of my jeans, before returning to join the left attending to my now bared chest and hardened nipples, then down, tracing a line with her finger towards the top of my jeans, as far as she could reach until her hand touched the denim covered head of my hard cock, straining against the buttons and confines of my boxers. I felt her hot breath as she found my hard cock with her hand; she murmured a little “mmmmm” in my ear as she ran her fingers over the outline of my shaft. Her lips returned to sucking greedily on my lobe as her fingers found the top button of my jeans, popping it open with ease, I still had not moved, I still had not spoken a word since entering the flat. Another button popped, freeing some of the strain my cock had been feeling, I sighed with relief, arching my back even more, allowing my ass to raise slightly from the bed. She took control, undoing the remaining buttons and worked the jeans down over my thighs where they fell to the floor.
She eased me backwards so I lay flat across the bed, her big tits swinging above me, blocking out what little light there was in the room. She sat back upright and I heard her slip the short nightie over her head, heard it land with a whisper on the bedroom floor. I could feel that my cock had escaped the confines of my boxers and was now plainly in her sights. “Right now young Scott, you just lie back and let your auntie Linda give you a delicious birthday blowjob” Of course she wasn’t really my aunt but it didn’t half sound dirtier and made me harder if that was possible. Leaning forward over my head she took my cock in her right hand, giving it a few slow strokes before I felt her spit trickle down onto the mushroom head, her hand drawing the foreskin back before joy of joys, I felt her lips enclose around it for my first ever blowjob. The slurping noises she was making as she sucked my shaft deep into her throat sounded so loud in the confines of the room that I was sure the whole building would be able to hear, a gagging gurgling noise as her mouth reached the base of my cock, then the slurp as she sucked her way back up the shaft, all the while her tongue flicking and licking, an act my teenage brain could hardly take in.
How did she manage to do that? obviously she’d sucked a lot of cocks in her time and even to my untrained mind I realised that I was lucky enough to not only be getting my first ever blowjob, but to be receiving it from a master or should that be mistress in the art ?

By now my fear of being discovered by a member of her family had been replaced in my brain by the desire to not only enjoys it but to make the most of it, I now had an overwhelming urge to watch! I wanted to see what she was doing, I couldn’t believe my brain, now I wanted to watch with my own eyes, not just imagine what it looked like? It already felt so good, my best ever wank had never come anywhere close, I wanted to watch her suck me, I needed to watch, in hindsight I think it was the desire to see, to witness this amazing experience that was preventing me from shooting my load down her throat. I’d masturbated often enough that I knew how to prolong the experience, when to ease off and slow the pace to make it last longer, to know the signs that told me I was close to Cumming, right now I was completely under her spell, she was in control, while I didn’t want to cum to quickly I was reluctant to speak and break the spell, fearful that if I did speak she might come to her senses and realise what she was doing and throw me out unsatisfied. I could feel the muscles in my thighs involuntarily contract as the sensation became more intense.
Linda was quick to pick up on this and eased off on the deep throat job she was performing on my dick. Letting my cock slip from her mouth she started to slowly lick my shaft, then my balls and inside of my thighs. After a few minutes of this she raised her head from the depths of my groin and kissing the tip of my cock whispered “Don’t want my milk boy to make an early delivery of his cream now, do we?” Then it was as if something occurred to her, she sat up, shuffled round on the bed until she could look me in the eye and said “When do you need to be home?” “ About half nine I suppose” I answered, trying to think what time it would be at this point, not wanting to give her too early a time. “Mmmm, it’s just gone eight now, that gives us a good hour, I reckon a horny young man like you can manage at least two nice big loads in that time, can’t you?” It was more a statement than a question and although I wanted to say yes, I was too busy trying to guess what she had in store for me in that hour to reply. I didn’t need to, she’d already made the decision for me, “This is your first ever blowjob is it not, my little virgin milk boy?” She asked. “Yes” I replied, quickly deciding that honesty was the best policy. “In that case I bet you’ve never eaten a pussy either, so that’s what you are going to do, just as soon as I taste your fresh young load of cum. “She leant across me and arranged the pillows in a heap at the head of the bed, taking one in her hand she told me to move up onto the bed proper and make myself more comfortable. “Stick this one under your cute bum for me Scott, then you can watch as Auntie Linda takes your big load of hot cum in her mouth” She said in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, not hard considering my age and the fact nobody had ever sucked my cock before, far less told me they intended to swallow my load, but to this day I’ve never had anyone talk to me in such a manner to such effect, I very nearly came on the spot at the sound of her voice and the implications of what she intended to do.
Once I’d made myself comfortable Linda got to work, she could have had me shooting my load in seconds if she’d wanted to but she was so confident that she had time for her plan to be successful that instead of wanking me with her hands or returning to the blowjob she’d interrupted a few moments earlier, she crawled up between my legs and leaning forward she engulfed my throbbing cock between her beautiful tits. A tit-wank, the stuff of every schoolboys dreams, “All that’s missing is the soap” I thought to myself, a favourite comment among boys my age when spying a girl or woman with big tits was “I’d love a soapy tit-wank from that pair of puppies”
Youthful bravado, none of my friends had ever experienced such a delight, that I knew for a fact despite the odd boast, it was commonplace at the time especially among older teens and guys I knew who were even into their twenties who used to tease us younger lads with questions about our virginity and boasts about their own conquests. A few I knew who worked in the same job as my father would even try to embarrass me by saying this about my own mother who was six year younger than Linda, they’d say the same about the girl who lived next door to one of my grans who was 21 and had been babysitting for me and my brothers since she was fourteen, she was a really beautiful blonde and wouldn’t have given them a second glance, it was her that I had been picturing during my first experiments with wanking as a twelve year old. She was still my favourite fantasy fuck for years after that too, even now in her mid-fifties she is still my fantasy “older woman” still as beautiful as ever.

These abstract thoughts racing through my head were enabling me to delay my climax such was the pleasure I was experiencing as she wanked me with her titties, or rather, I gave her a titty-fuck, raising and lowering my hips to fuck those creamy globes. Linda would stick out her tongue to lick the tip of my cock as it drove its way up between her tits before sucking on the head as if it was a lollypop.
I was growing braver by now and reached out to touch her tits for the first time, taking a nipple in each hand and rolling it between finger and thumb. Linda manuevered so that I could continue to play with her nipples as she again took my cock into her mouth. This was a bit hard to do the way I was lying so I sat up a bit bending my knees and leaning forward to get better purchase on those big hard nipples, I was desperate to suck them. Now at last I had a great view of Linda sucking my hard cock. I managed to rest my upper body weight on my elbows so that I could watch her titty-fuck my cock and play with her nipples at the same time, an experience that was short lived when she moved again to suck me, taking those fabulous globes out of reach of my outstretched arms, and in the process blocking my view with her hair. All I could see was the top of her head and I noticed that the roots of her hair were actually grey! I tried to move her hair out of the way so I could get a better view but without success. Linda must have realised that her hair was in the way because she stopped for a second to move her position so she was kneeling at 90 deg to my prone body, giving me a much better view.
What happened next was one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever had, even to this day. As she started to lick her way up and down my shaft she turned her head to look at me, giving me a great big smile, then she kissed the head of my cock and looking me straight in the eye, mouthed “Thank you” before planting yet another kiss and licking from one side of my cockhead to the other, muttered “Sweet young pre-cum” to herself and swallowed my whole cock in one go. The sensation was almost too much to bare, I was still desperately trying to prevent myself from cumming, wanting this to last as long as possible, until that was I remembered that I didn’t have the luxury of time and had still to be initiated into the world of pussy eating and maybe even, if I was lucky, a full blown fuck, a chance to lose my virginity, have my cherry plucked, my night to become a man, in the words of local parlance “give her a good seeing to”. To use a line from the film “Animal House” released that same year, which I’d yet to see but which to this day is still a favourite, “Fuck her brains out, suck her tits” I wanted to do both, all three in fact, but first I wanted to eat that pussy.
Linda was really going to town on my cock, the sensation of her tongue licking the underside of the shaft as her lips created suction, I could feel the head of my cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth as she took the whole length into her throat, then a completely new sensation, she was licking my balls when my cock was deep in her throat, how she managed this feat still puzzles me to this day, never mind the fact she was deep throating me with ease, I gag when I brush my teeth, mine was obviously not the only cock she’d ever sucked, probably not even the first cock she’d sucked that week !. I dare say that if I’d been an American serviceman I would have been paying for the privilege.
Linda seemed to be really enjoying herself, if not she was making a very convincing job of pretending to enjoy it. I would happily have spent the rest of the night in this position but after about five minutes Linda stopped and asked me what the time was? That brought me back to earth without the bump, I looked at my watch and told her it was a quarter past eight, “Better get a move on” she replied before once again burying her face in my crotch and proceeded to suck one of my balls while pumping my cock with her left hand. I haven’t been blessed with the biggest balls in the world and when I was sixteen they were not yet fully developed, so it was no surprise when she took both into her mouth at the same time and started to suck on them like they were gobstoppers. It was actually quite painful, I didn’t want to cry out but she felt me flinch and eased off on the ball sucking, rolling them around in her mouth with her tongue, now this I loved, I ceased all attempts to delay my climax any longer and relaxed myself for what lay ahead.

I could feel my balls tighten in Linda’s mouth, she felt it too and let them plop out of her mouth with a final slurp. “Time for you to give your Auntie Linda to get your cream” she said, winking at me and taking my cock in both hands she started to up the tempo. My neck was getting quite sore as I strained to watch her wank me, licking the head of my cock as it started to get even bigger, throbbing, the pulse from my cock was travelling up my body, I could even feel it in the back of my neck !. My whole body tensed as I could feel the moment of climax approach, “Would you like to see me take you’re cum in my mouth, or do you want to cum all over my face”? she asked. I’d read about women who liked a man to cum on their face in my well-worn copy of Xavaria Hollander’s book The Happy Hooker, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever meet a woman who offered to let me do it. “Yes please” I answered, forgetting that it was an either or question. “Both, you are a dirty boy” Linda laughed “I’m sure a horny young boy like you has plenty of spunk to satisfy both our wishes” she continued, increasing the pace of her wanking as she lowered her mouth back onto my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I could feel that my load was about to blow at any moment and tried to relax my whole lower body to allow nature to take its course. My head was spinning with the sensations that were running through my body, “Here it comes” I cried as I felt my balls practically explode.
Linda positioned her face above my cock, awaiting the first blast of cum, I didn’t disappoint as the first spurt blasted her between the eyes, Linda flinched, which meant the second spurt shot straight into the air, it must have been three foot in the air before it dropped with a splash on the back of Linda’s neck, it would have landed on her beehive if she hadn’t already recovered and engulfed my cock with her mouth to take the third, then fourth, fifth and sixth spurts of my hot cum. I’d never cum so much in my life, nor seen my load shoot high into the air before. I was still Cumming, smaller spurts as my arse cheeks tensed while I tried my best to keep Cumming, my head was spinning, I felt quite faint, my whole body was twitching and shaking as I had my first real orgasm.
Only now could I feel that my climax was easing off, my body relaxed, until Linda’s tongue rolled around the head of my cock, dipping the tip inside my japs eye. It was like electric shocks running throughout my body, the touch of her left hand as she caressed my stomach and chest eventually finding my right nipple, my nipples have always been very sensitive, no more so than on that very first night. I could feel my cock begin to soften in Linda’s mouth as she eventually gave it one last suck and let it slip from her mouth to land with a thud on my lower belly. Linda sat up and moved closer to me, hovering over my body, she smiled at me and opened her mouth to let me see it full of my cum, then she let it dribble from between her lips, running down her chin to drop onto my belly and chest . “Thank you darling that was the biggest load of cum I’ve ever taken and such a lovely taste too” She lowered her face and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth, I could taste my own cum, can’t say I shared her obvious love for it. Linda broke away from the kiss and proceeded to lap up all the cum from my body, I swear she was purring like a cat as she did it. Before too long she’d completed her task, smacking her lips she looked up at me and said “Now it’s your turn to taste Auntie Linda.
Linda instructed to get up from the bed, something I had a little trouble doing for a few seconds seeing as the experience I’d just gone through had left me quite weak at the knees. I was bathed in sweat, my head still spinning from that first ever orgasm, quite out of breath. My normally shy demeanour had returned and I was suddenly aware of my nakedness as I stood at the side of the bed, Linda had no reservations, as she passed me a pillow, saying “Here, kneel on this; it will save those skinny little knees of yours.” I must have looked very awkward, standing there naked with a pillow in my hands, feeling suddenly self-conscious I was holding the pillow in front of myself, hiding my now deflated hard-on. This didn’t stop me taking the opportunity to finally get a really good look at Linda’s naked body. To my sixteen year old eyes she looked magnificent, a vision of perfection, she wasn’t what you would call slim, full figured would describe her body better, those big beautiful breasts, which had seen better days I suppose and were beginning to sag slightly, her waist, a bit too thick if you were being ultra-critical, not fat, but showing the merest signs of a paunch, or “grunt” as we call it in this country (gut hanging over the cunt), but definitely not fat, just an inch or two thicker than would be called perfect. Her hips and ass? mmmmmm, I think that’s where my lifelong love of a nice big ass came from, the Beyoncé or J-Lo bootylicious butt. Nice wide hips, beautiful round ass, still high and firm, not heading south that’s for sure.
I hadn’t realised that I was still standing there staring until Linda’s voice broke the spell her naked body had cast over me, “Are you going to stand there staring or are you going to lick my cunt “? This brought me back to the present, my line of vision switched to Linda’s face as my brain took in what she was saying.
Linda swung her body round so that she was lying across the bed with her knees on the edge, feet dangling, legs spread wide enough for me to kneel in between them. “Get on your knees and lick my pussy, there’s a good boy, I sopping fucking wet down there and really need to cum before my head blows off” Never one to decline to do as and elder told me I dropped the pillow on the bedroom carpet and kneeled on it, resting a hand on each of her thighs. Just touching her naked legs was enough for my young cock to start twitching, I’d never experienced consecutive hard on’s before but then I’d never been with a naked woman before either, this moment alone was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of, here I was kneeling between the naked thighs of a woman, staring at her obviously wet pussy. Linda’s pussy hair was neatly trimmed, shaved around her pussy lips with what would now be called a “landing strip” of pubic hair above.
I thought all pussies looked like this and would find out in later conquests and relationships that this was not the case, it was the seventies after all, still the era of the natural bush, by the time the shaven pussy became more fashionable I would be fucking women who’d grown up during a different kind of bush era and still sported a full blown jungle covering their cunts. Younger men don’t know how lucky they are these days, not having to hack their way through a forest of hair, or experience a hairball stuck in the back of their throat after eating out their lady, even worse the pubes stuck between the teeth or what we used to call “fanny rash” a redness of the lower face which was a sign that someone had been having themselves a “prawn sandwich” named after that lingering aroma of pussy juice which resembled the smell of a certain brand of prawn flavoured potato crisps.
Linda reached between her legs and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips, giving me a close up view of the wet pinkness within. I was still a bit apprehensive, unsure what was expected of me, she’d told me to lick her pussy so that’s what I did. I bent my head close to that elusive prize, getting my first whiff of the smell of pussy, not too bad I thought, I could get used to it, I nervously poked my tongue out to have my first tentative taste of pussy, that treasure, the dream of nearly every young boy who’s ever wanked reading a dirty book or jizz mag. I’d seen my first pussy in a damp copy of Penthouse found under a bush near my home when out playing with mates when I was about eleven, it was amazing, the stuff of dreams and boyhood bragging. It wasn’t until a copy of a Dutch mag came into my possession by similar means, found in an abandoned house we used to play in, that I realised that the Penthouse was pretty tame, this mag had cocks, women sucking them, being fucked by them, big hard cocks shooting what looked like gallons of cum all over their faces, from that day on I always preferred to look at cumshots, fuck pics didn’t really arouse me but show me a pic of a woman taking a load on her face and it was an instant boner. The first sight of a man taking a load on his face didn’t happen until for many years until the advent of the internet, that gave me a boner too! I just love looking at and watching cumshots, I hadn’t realised as I knelt between Linda’s legs that she still had my cum all over her face.
I gave her pussy a few tentative licks before looking up at her face seeking approval, only then did I notice the long streak of cum which was zig zagging across Linda’s face, Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust entered my head, her eyes were closed and she was playing with her nipples, she realised I’d stopped and opened her eyes, lifting her head to see what I was doing. “Am I doing it right ?” I asked. “You are doing just fine baby” she replied, “Just you go for it, get your tongue and lips in there, lick and suck like your life depended on it”. She lowered her right handed and placed a finger on a hard looking little lump hidden under the top of her pussy lips, I say little but it must have been over half an inch long. “This is my clit, honey, suck and lick this and Auntie Linda will soon be Cumming buckets” That’s all I needed, a bit of instruction, no sooner had she lifted her finger from her clit than I was straight in there. I took the hard clit between my lips and gave it a suck, Linda moaned, a series of Oooh’s and Aaaahs and deep growls that I found a real turn on, and gave me another idea, I’d nibbled her nipples and she’d liked it, why not try nibbling on her clit ?. As soon as I took her clit between my teeth and flicked my tongue across it, adding a little pressure to the bite the effect was immediate. “That’s it baby, that’s it, nibble on my clit, suck it, lick it, bite it, make me cum baby”.
FUCK! I thought, this is amazing, I thought I was an instant expert, it took a while to realise that all women were not the same, not all clits were the same, some were harder to get off the starting block and on the road to a climax. This clit was a perfect starter’s practice object; Linda was getting really into giving me a master class in making a woman cum.
“Stick a couple of fingers in my cunny baby, fuck me with your fingers while you eat my clitty” I was a good boy, always did what an adult told me, it wasn’t easy to do without dislocating my wrist but I managed to stick two fingers into her pussy, she was sopping wet, I thought she’d peed on my hand, I had a lot to learn. I lifted my fingers to my nose and sniffed, it didn’t smell like pee so I figured I was just mistaken, Linda’s plea “Don’t stop baby, don’t stop, auntie is really close” settled it for me so I went back to work finding her clit with my tongue so I could get it between my teeth again. My fingers also went back to work, I’d managed two in her wet pussy so I tried to get a third involved in the action, they slipped right in, even though they were getting in the way of my attempt to nibble and lick Linda’s clit.
I couldn’t figure out how to avoid poking myself in the nose with my thumb so changed my method of attack, swapping a finger for my thumb which had two effects. Firstly my thumb was now rubbing the underside of her clit with each stroke and secondly the finger it had replaced was now prodding at her arsehole as I frigged her. By now I was beginning to throw caution to the wind and decided to be a bit adventurous, I’d seen the odd picture of women being fucked in their arse and wondered if Linda had ever given this a try ?. My finger was well coated with her pussy juices which appeared to be flooding from her gaping cunt, so I tried prodding the free finger into Linda’s waiting arse hole. I was surprised that it slipped in as easily as it did; now I had two fingers and my thumb in her pussy and a finger in her arse. “Oh my God, Scott, that feels fucking amazing, don’t stop, don’t stop, finger that pussy, fuck my arse hole with that finger, oh my God, my clit is on fire, bite it, suck it, suck it harder Scott, I’m going to cum, make me cum baby, make me cum” If I wasn’t already hard then Linda’s pleading and moaning would have given a dead man a hard on. With my free hand I grabbed hold of my cock and started to wank it furiously, it needed some lubrication so I wiped my palm across my face and chin which were wet with her juices and returned the hand to my hard cock, slowing down the pace a bit, I didn’t want to cum before she did.
Linda must have been close to Cumming, she lifted her leg and dug her heels into my back, crossing her legs at the ankles to try and force my face even deeper into her pussy, her thighs were squeezing my head and I was finding it increasingly difficult to breath. I tried breathing through my nose and practically inhaled her short pubic hair, if she didn’t cum soon I was going to pass out or hyperventilate. I could tell the moment was close as her legs were beginning to shake, her whole body was beginning to tremble, her heels dug even further into my back, “Don’t stop now, faster, faster” she cried out. I stopped nibbling on her clit and taking it between my lips I sucked for all I was worth, flicking my tongue from side to side as I sucked. What happened next nearly frightened the life out of me, she came, and came hard, her whole body shaking, her thighs squashing my head holding it in place, I couldn’t move, then she started to squirt, hot fluid pumping in short bursts, once, twice, three times, each one longer than the last, squirting all over my face and chest, I thought for sure that she was peeing on me this time. It was many years before I discovered that a lot of men would have been extremely jealous that the very first pussy I ever ate belonged to a squirter, can’t say I’ve been disappointed that I’ve never found another, it’s an acquired taste in some respects and I’ve never been fully convinced that she wasn’t actually peeing on me when it happened, that night or on many of the subsequent nights when I ate that otherwise delicious cunt. Every other pussy I’ve eaten has failed to live up to Linda, might simply be down to the fact she was my first, might even be down to the fact she would squirt at least seven times out of every ten that I sucked on that beautiful clitty ?.
She seemed to hold me in that vicelike grip for what felt like forever, probably lasted no more than a minute or two as her body continued to shake and quiver, I’d stopped sucking on her clit but was still finger fucking her furiously, giving her clit an occasional lick. Linda was softly moaning, her teeth seemed to be chattering as if she was suffering from hypothermia, every time I’d lick her clit she’d cry out, “Oh my god, Oh my God, Oh my God” I didn’t know what else to do ?
I’d no idea what was expected of me but she seemed to be liking what I was doing, I figured if I was doing something wrong she would have released me from her grip by now. I’d stopped stroking my cock and brought the hand up to run my fingers across her trembling belly, she seemed to like this as well, I was trying to play with one of her tits but they were tantalisingly out of reach, it was immaterial some seconds later when Linda relaxed her grip on me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up from the floor.
Linda released my hair and sat up to face me, “That was the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had in my whole fucking life you sweet boy, you are fucking, fucking amazing. God boy, that can’t be the first time you’ve ever eaten a pussy, it just can’t be?” She kissed me, nearly eating my face in the process, her tongue entering my mouth, working its way round my teeth before finding my own. I was still a bit out of breath but did my best to reciprocate, she sucked on my tongue, then my bottom lip giving it soft nibbles, she was still shaking and our teeth kept banging together. Her hands were all over me, rubbing up and down my back, grabbing my arse cheeks, squeezing them then grabbing my head to pull my mouth closer. I tried to return her urges though I was a bit limited, just a touch on her back had her shivering, an attempt to play with her tits had her meowing like a cat, shaking and pulling away from me, only to pull me even closer, squashing her breasts against my chest so I couldn’t reach her nipples. After a few minutes she drew back, looked me in the eyes and said “I don’t care what the time is, you have to fuck me, fuck me now Scott, I want you inside me”
“Oh my God” I thought to myself, “It was one thing lying back and getting my first blowjob, another experiencing my first ever taste of pussy, but my first fuck? face to face, looking each other in the eyes, with a woman thirty years older than me? not far short of being old enough to be my grandmother? If all that had gone before had not been daunting enough, the prospect of my first ever fuck? a word I would in later life hate when used in this context, seeing it as a bit disrespectful to the partner in the act, ok, I’m a bit old fashioned in that respect, wouldn’t go too far though, suffice to say I find it far sexier and much more of a turn on when someone says “Make love to me”, on the West coast of Scotland “Fuck me” is more often used as an exclamation of disbelief, usually when something unexpected happens, but here I was, a few days shy of my sixteenth birthday and a forty six year old woman who despite her age I found attractive in an experienced, very well preserved, sexually alluring way, was telling me to fuck her. Which brings me to my next problem, not the time constraint, not my willingness to perform the act, and definitely not the physical ability to perform? That husky voice, those big brown eyes, those hot full lips, think Angelina if she was really as beautiful as popular media have tried to convince us she actually is. Linda was way better looking, Isabella Rossellini in her prime, to my eyes she was beautiful, even now, in here late seventies Linda still looks twenty five years younger, not that I’d be having sex with a seventy six year old woman, would I ? We did have the odd “birthday” encounter until she was into her sixties, she ended these trysts, not me, though I’d reached the same conclusion myself the previous year but couldn’t bring myself to broach the subject.
Linda took control, “I want you to fuck me from behind” this confused me for a second, I thought she wanted me to fuck her in the arse, ok so I’d fingered her butt briefly but sticking my cock in there ? for my first ever fuck? Well I wasn’t sure about that. Linda rolled over onto her front, tucking her knees up under herself, her big shapely bum sticking up in the air, I was still unsure. She reached back with both hands and spread her pussy-lips, now I caught on; she wanted me to fuck her pussy from behind. I’d seen the pictures, I’d read the stories, now it was time to do the business and experience it for real. It took a bit of fumbling on my part and the assistance of Linda’s hand to guide me in the right direction; I wasn’t prepared for the feeling once I hit the right spot. The heat from the inside of Linda’s pussy was pretty intense, I thought my cock was going to burn, hot and wet and when Linda’s pussy muscles gripped my cock? I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
When Linda pushed back on my cock I nearly fell over, I wasn’t prepared for it, I wasn’t prepared for the sensation either, she’d released the grasp of her muscles as she pushed back and tightened them as she moved forward again, I thought she was going to either pull my cock off by the roots or pull me onto the bed on top of her. I put my hands on her hips to brace myself and realised this might just be what I was supposed to do.
It was up to me to make sure she didn’t pull all the way off my cock; likewise it was my job at this point to brace myself when she pushed back onto me again. It was my first time after-all, I wasn’t yet versed in the niceties of fucking “doggy style”, after about thirty seconds of this I’d had a eureka moment and realised this must be what doggy style was, I’d often heard the term when listening to the youthful boasts of my mates, might even have used it myself ?. I recalled one boy relating a tale of his “latest” conquest, when describing how he “rode her doggy style” his display of gyrations made me think he had actually been on a horse. Reminded me of youngsters coming out the cinema after watching a western, and riding their imaginary horse all the way home. So this was riding doggy style was it? I liked it, mainly because I didn’t need to look Linda in the face, due to my own embarrassment more than anything, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t mind looking, to tell the truth I always hoped she would answer the door when I was on my weekly collection route, even daydreamed early in the morning that she would open the door as I delivered her milk, dressed in something flimsy. That dream came true quite often after that night, even if it was just for a quick kiss, it wasn’t long before those early morning kisses lost the taste of alcohol from her breath, I only had to remark on it once and that was that, she’d drank because she was lonely, from then on she didn’t, the odd glass now and again, but that was all.
I couldn’t help it, I was fucking, and fucking hell, it felt good, I had a grin like a Cheshire cat and even punched the air at one point until Linda looked back at me over her shoulder and said “If you are punching the air like you just scored the winning goal in the cup final I’ll bite your cock off with my cunt muscles” She punctuated this by giving it a tighter than up to now, normal, squeeze. Hands quickly returned to her hips, though I did give an extra firm thrust as she drove her arse back onto my cock, “cocky little bastard aren’t you” she said, “Enough of the funny stuff, I need fucked and you are going to fuck me, now let me up, my knees are cramping” I stopped and withdrew, not sure what would happen next, Linda simply rolled onto her back and beckoned me with a finger, I approached the bed and stopped, awaiting instruction. She patted her pussy and said “ok big boy, climb on board, auntie Linda needs some more of that cock before I send you home with your balls drained.” I climbed onto the bed as Linda spread her legs to accommodate me, giving me instructions as to how to support my weight on my elbows before and after I entered her. She then bent her knees and spread her legs wide, guiding my cock with both her hands till she was happy that I was correctly situated to penetrate her.
This felt even better if such a thing was possible, tight and wet and hot, plus I could now get one of those nipples in my mouth, still was too embarrassed to look at her while we fucked, if I did I was sure I’d lose my hard-on, Linda settled that awkward theory by telling me to kiss her. I needn’t have worried, though I did close my eyes the first time, her kisses were passionate, the same quivering lipped, teeth knocking, tongue wrestling kisses of earlier when she’d cum as I ate her pussy. Fuck it was sexy, such a turn on, this older woman who I thought could probably get any man, as long as they were single and over 35, or young and lonely and thousands of miles from home, or young and thought their mates wouldn’t find out, or like me, young, virgin and with a thing for that sexy older lady on their delivery route. I didn’t care, I thought she was beautiful at that moment, and for a few years after too, even after I was married, by which time all her family had gone, both daughters having married US servicemen and moved to the states, they came home every few years to visit and she went over there the odd time too, the rest of the time she was alone, but not lonely.
I visited at least once a week till I married, then it was once a month after that, then a couple of times a year which petered out to anniversaries of our first time. She moved to the states to live with one of her daughters when she retired from work and it was a recent meeting after not seeing each other for years which prompted me to write this. A few months ago I was in my local supermarket when I saw this old woman approaching me; I didn’t really pay much attention to her, just another pensioner doing her shopping. She was accompanied by a stunning looking girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, it was she that caught my lecherous forty nine year old eye. I was trying to get a good look at her without appearing to be gawping until she got to about five feet away and her face took my breath away.

It was a younger looking version of the Linda I had known looking back at me, no mistaking those features, it was only then I looked at the “old woman” she was smiling at me, “She is very beautiful isn’t she Scott ?” “Nearly as beautiful as her gran” I replied, quickly recovering my composure. “How are you Linda? Are you home for a holiday?” I quickly asked. “Yes we are” she replied, “you still know how to flatter an old woman, Claire is actually my great granddaughter.” That threw me a bit, I’d forgotten that Linda’s daughters were both a bit older than me and the youngest would be nearly sixty years old by now. Claire was the granddaughter of Linda’s oldest daughter, I’d never met her. She had married one of the first US servicemen to be stationed locally who was stationed in the South of England before I ever met Linda. I didn’t know who to look at, Claire was a beautiful young woman, she had her great grandmother’s eyes and lips, and raven-black hair, Linda looked stunning for her age, I tried to see if she had any work done on her face without staring but she was quicker than I thought. “Before you ask, or don’t ask but think, yes, I admit it, I’ve had a wee bit of work done, not a lot just a nip here and a tuck there, nothing drastic.” “Gran!” Claire squealed, “You can’t go telling complete strangers things like that!” I had to laugh, I might be a stranger to her but I was certainly no stranger to her great grandmother. “If there is one thing Scott is,” Linda continued, giving her young companion a smile, “He is certainly no stranger.” Then giving me a sly wink she added, “And to answer your next question Scott, I haven’t had everything lifted or tightened, I still have the body of a woman half my age.” “Eeewww, gran that is disgusting.” Claire screamed, going bright red in the face. I didn’t know where to look; my eyes did, despite my best intentions being drawn of their own volition towards her breasts. They looked as magnificent as I’d remembered all those years ago.
I quickly tried to change the subject by asking all the usual polite questions, it turned out that Claire was just about to turn sixteen and Linda’s present was a trip across the Atlantic to visit her mother, grandmother and great grandmother’s home town. She had never been out of the states before and was a keen student of the history of the female side of her family tree and its origins. Unusual for a young girl in the 21st century but it delighted Linda who hadn’t been home in ten years and wasn’t sure if this would be her last chance to visit. We chatted for nearly an hour, Linda asking after my own family while I asked who all was over here with them for their visit. I didn’t know Claire’s mother or father and had barely known Linda’s other daughter but it was good manners to ask. It turned out that they were visiting by themselves, just the two of them. Most of Linda’s contemporise had passed away, her old neighbourhood had changed completely, the houses having been demolished several years earlier and replaced by new homes, with new tenants. Linda didn’t know any of the people who lived in the area now and besides, having been a pretty private person in her younger days, she hadn’t socialised with many of her neighbours. The fact that she and her daughters had a bit of a reputation locally for being over friendly with American servicemen it wasn’t much of a surprise that she didn’t have many old friends who were still alive or lived in the town.
Linda told me I was the first friendly face they’d met since they’d arrived in town two days earlier, they were pretty much restricted to strolling about the town seeing as Linda had never driven and Claire was too young to drive in this country. They’d planned a shopping trip to Glasgow and Edinburgh towards the end of their three weeks in Scotland before spending the last week of their holiday in London to do the whole tourist trip thing with visits to Buckingham Palace and shows in the West End. This meant that they would spend the next two weeks confined to the town limits, not a great distance in it; you could walk from one end of the town to the other in fifteen minutes. I offered my services as driver to take them to visit the outlying countryside and beaches if they got bored and found themselves at a loose end. Linda declined, saying that it might be better if I didn’t. Claire looked puzzled and asked why Linda was reluctant to accept my offer? “It’s complicated” Linda told her, “I’ll explain it to you later” I repeated my offer, saying I was sure something could be worked out to accommodate their needs? Linda slapped me on the arm and told me to behave myself, which left Claire even more puzzled, “I’ll explain that to you later too” she said with a laugh. When we parted Linda was still refusing my offer to be their chauffeur during their stay, she wouldn’t even allow me to give them a lift back to their hotel saying it was a beautiful day and they could walk there in ten minutes.

As Linda gave me a goodbye hug and a peck on the cheek I slipped Claire my card with my mobile number on it, giving her what I thought was a friendly wink, all the while resisting the urge to give Linda a proper kiss, then deciding to take the risk I turned my head to meet her lips, slipping my tongue between them and running it quickly across her teeth. Linda turned her body slightly to hide her left side from Claire’s view and gave my groin a quick squeeze, lingering to run a fingernail along the length of the outline of my cock. Whispering in my ear “Just for old times’ sake.” Before patting me on the bum and telling Claire it was time to go, she walked off. Claire surprised me by giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek, saying “Thank you, you have made her very happy, that is the happiest I’ve seen her in a long, long time.” She went to run after Linda who hadn’t even looked back but I stopped her, saying “Talk her into accepting, even if I just take the two of you a short drive into the countryside to one of the villages or beaches for an hour or two, tell her not to worry about anything.” Claire smiled and ran off out the supermarket door, giving me a quick wave as she disappeared from sight. That was recently, more of that later, but that first night was not yet over.
I opened my eyes, and looked into hers, she looked to be on the verge of crying, her eyes brimmed with tears. I stopped my tentative hip thrusts and asked her, “What’s wrong, am I hurting you?” “No,” she replied, stroking my hair, “No, you’re not hurting me, I just think this is wrong, so wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this, we shouldn’t be doing this, yet it feels so good, I’ve not felt this happy in a long time.” I put my finger to her lips, shushing her to stop her protests. “You are doing nothing wrong,” I told her. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, you have no idea how many times I’ve fantasised about this in the last couple of years” I told her how it was an early morning daydream of mine to imagine her answering the door dressed only in a flimsy nightie just so I could get a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. She blushed, her neck turning a deep pink as I bent my head to take a nipple between my teeth, giving it a little nibble. I shifted my weight onto my legs raising myself up onto my knees, taking hold of her bum cheeks in both hands, pulling her lower body closer. Then I took hold of her thighs and raised her legs off the bed, she anticipated my thoughts and lifted her legs higher to rest her calves on my shoulders crossing her ankles behind my neck. I shuffled my body closer, penetrating her further as I did, “Much better” I whispered, hands free now to do as I wished.
I didn’t move, finally getting the chance to have a good look at this sexy woman below me. “What are you doing?” she asked, laughing softly. “Having a good look at the sexy woman who has taken my virginity,” I answered, smiling back at her. “Flattery will get you nowhere young man.” She replied, “You’ll need to do better than that to get into my knickers.” “Oh but I’ve no intention of getting into you’re knickers.” I responded, “Besides, I’ve already got you out of them, why would I want to wear them?” She laughed again, a deep throaty laugh, reaching out to take both my hands, guiding them towards her breasts. I took one in each hand, gently squeezing them as I flicked my thumbs across her hard nipples. She covered my hands with her own and squeezed, encouraging me to be a bit rougher with my fingers. It was the first I’d ever been this close to a pair of bare breasts so I was still a bit wary about what I could or should do with my hands, I didn’t want to hurt her. It seemed like the rougher I was with my fingers, the more I squeezed, the harder her nipple became under my thumbs. I had a vision of my squeezing to hard and her nipples flying off and hitting me in the eye, I just had to laugh, which had Linda giving me a quizzical look. “Sorry,” I laughed. “I just had an image of your nipples flying off because I squeezed too much.” She slapped me on the shoulder, “No chance of that happening, I’ll tell you if you are being too rough, I love having my tits played with, most men think they are like dials on a radio and just give them a quick twist to get the right channel before giving a woman’s pussy a few quick thrusts, shoot their load then roll off, fart and fall asleep snoring.” I faked a huge yawn which made her laugh again and got me another slap across the shoulder. “You are lucky I can’t reach your backside with my hand or you’d be black and blue my boy.” She giggled, rocking her hips from side to side as she tightened her grip with her ankles behind my head, drawing her knees back to pull me closer so she could plant a kiss on my forehead. “Now less of the jokes, I want you to get that arse of yours moving and fill my cunny with that nice hard cock of yours, you better make me cum again so I can squirt my pussy juices all over your big dick, then I’m going to take it in my mouth and lick all my lady cum from it before swallowing another big load of boy spunk.”

I swear my cock grew another inch when she said that, I’d never been so turned on, just when I thought she couldn’t arouse me any more than she already had that evening she’d done it again. I better not fuck this up and cum too soon, I wanted to watch her take my cum in her mouth, “Better not to think about that scenario.” I told myself, “It will be much better to experience it rather than be left apologising for not holding on till she came.” Linda started to grind her pussy into my groin, “Enough chit-chat, we don’t have all night, you better fuck me now or get your clothes on and go home.” Linda said, trying to look stern barely resisting the temptation to laugh. I wiggled my hips in return, before pulling back till just the head of my cock was inside her before driving deep inside her hot wet pussy as she tightened her cunt muscles around my shaft. A few more strokes and we quickly found a rhythm, Linda would tighten her grip on my shaft as I plunged inside her, my balls slapping her arse, then relax a moment before tightening as I withdrew. I leant back as far as I could so I could reach down with my left hand to find her clit, taking it gently to rub it between my finger and thumb. Linda moaned, I stopped playing with her clit as I re-entered the depths of her quim then rubbed again on the outstroke. Linda moaned again, I quickened the pace, re-doubled my attention to her clit making her moan even louder. “Yes, yes, yes” she cried, “like that, just like that, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” Sweat was pouring from my forehead, my back was soaked, Linda’s legs were starting to slip from my shoulders, it was difficult for me to keep fucking her, playing with her clit and keep the same position.
I grabbed hold of Linda’s left leg with my free right hand to keep it in place and she let the other slip from my shoulder, spreading it as wide as she could. I heaved her right leg as high as I could, lifting her bum off the bed, shuffling forward on my knees to keep her arse in the air by resting it on my thighs. Positions re-arranged we continued, finding our old rhythm with ease, much better, I felt I could get even deeper inside her. Linda’s cries continued and increased in volume as I plunged deeper, grunting with the force as my balls slapped her arse. Eventually this position became tiring too, my legs were beginning to cramp, “Stop, stop.” Linda cried, “Let me go on top.” I withdrew from her pussy and sat back on my heels as Linda rolled over to give me room to lie down. “Ok big boy, time for aunt Linda to get her rocks off.” She swung her left leg over my body and sat on my thighs, taking my cock in both hands, giving it a few firm strokes. Then she raised her butt from my legs and moved forward positioning herself above my cock which she still held in her right hand. Then she maneuvered it till she found what she was looking for, the entrance to her waiting pussy. She stroked the head of my cock backward and forwards over her clit a few times before lowering herself onto it with a satisfied sigh.
Linda was in control, I was a mere passenger, at least I could play with those big titties that were swinging above me, I was in heaven. I took one in each hand and squeezed them, kneading them like dough, just the way she liked it, I hoped. Linda looked as if she was enjoying it as much as I was, her head shaking from side to side, eyes closed, mouth open, she would raise herself up until just the head of my cock was inside her then plunge her hips downward till her arse slapped down on my thighs. She was leaning back as far as she could, her left hand on my knee, her left playing with her clit, driving herself into a state of sexual frenzy by the look of things. I’d never imagined sex might be as good as this, if this was what it was like my first time then I thought the next time would kill me. My heart was racing, blood pumping from my brain to my cock which felt as if it was going to explode, I wasn’t ready to cum just yet, it was just throbbing that much that I really thought it would blow up. I was beginning to feel light headed, my head was spinning, I could feel my heart beating in my head, only poppers have ever come close to the feeling I experienced that night. Linda was wailing like a woman possessed, I was expecting the police to burst in the door any second to rescue her from a deranged killer. “Sshh, sshh, you’ll have the neighbours calling the police.” I told her, “They’ll think you are being murdered.” It suddenly occurred to me that if this was what she was like with a first-timer like me then the neighbours would probably be used to the nocturnal noises that came from Linda’s home when she had a visitor, no wonder she’d arranged for her daughter to go out for the night, nobody could live with a racket like this? Not that I was complaining, I was loving every second of it, as long as she came before the fire brigade broke down the doors with axes.

I was to learn that this wasn’t a normal outpouring by Linda, the circumstances of the night were having a greater than average effect on her sexually. She’d reached the point of no return, and had an extra treat in store for me. Suddenly, instead of plunging back down onto my throbbing cock Linda withdrew completely, sitting back on my thighs, legs splayed, teeth gritted, sweat running down her belly to meet her right hand which was furiously frigging her clit. Soft moans had replaced her banshee wailing as her hand, like a blur brought her to her climax. She’d grabbed hold of my cock with her left hand and was pumping it at the same maniac speed as the right, I was seriously worried that she was going to tear it clean off. Luckily she came before that happened, and if her previous orgasm was a biggie this one was like a tsunami. As she came she made little squeaking noises, like the bleating of a lamb or baby guinea pig, if it hadn’t been accompanied with what can only be described as a flood of pussy juice, like someone emptying a bucket over my cock, stomach and chest, splashing off that into my face, then I might well have burst out laughing.
Gush after gush, I didn’t even try to count, I even put my hand across my face briefly to protect myself, if she had been sitting on my face I would have drowned. She didn’t stop frigging her clit until the waves of she-cum subsided, her moans replaced by a slurping sound which on removing my hand from my face I saw was her hand buried in her cunt, practically fisting herself. It was almost too much for me to take, I nearly came there and then without touching my cock, to prevent that I raised myself up and wrapped my arms round her. She kissed me, well she might have thought it was a kiss, it was more like a wild animal trying to devour a cadaver. It felt as if a shark was trying to bite my face off, she was completely out of control, my attempt to calm her by stroking her back made things even worse, her whole body was shaking, she was trembling from head to foot, she stopped fingering her pussy and clung to me tightly, whispering in my ear “I love you, I love you, I love you” That took me by surprise alright, I didn’t know what to say or do, I stroked her hair and asked her if she was ok? “Ok? Ok? I’m better than ok you sweet, sweet boy, I’ve never felt better in my life.” She took hold of my face in both hands, those big brown eyes staring wildly at me, she kissed me on each eye, then the tip of my nose, then my lips and back to my forehead, repeating the route over and over with increasing urgency. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, without doubt, the best ever, thank you, thank you.” I knew I’d had very little to do with it, she’d done all the hard work by herself, I was just along for the ride, holding on by the seat of my bare arse. As usual with men my cock thought otherwise and gave an involuntary twitch which slapped softly against the crease of her arse. “Next time, my rampant friend, next time,” she said, reaching behind her back and rubbing my cock against the crease in her arse cheeks with the palm of her hand. I had no idea what she meant and mistakenly thought that the cherry busting was over for the evening, I was wrong, she was referring to something else entirely, my cock going where my finger had briefly been earlier that evening, but not tonight, there just wasn’t time, at that point in the adventure it never entered my head that there would be “another time” boy was I wrong.
The grand finale was about to begin and again I was a mere spectator, Linda was determined to swallow another load from my cock and set about the task with renewed vigour. If I was going to have to watch then I wanted to try something I’d seen in that Dutch jizz mag. I got Linda to lie on her back and I straddled her, I wanted to fuck her tits while she sucked my cock. Ok so I don’t have the biggest cock but it had developed as big as it was ever going to get when I was sixteen. I was proud of my seven and a half inches, it was pretty thick too, so I thought, four inches in circumference. Every man wants a bigger cock and I was no different, Linda told me that men come into three categories, showers, growers and liars. I am a grower, soft my cock was barely two inches long and an inch thick, I came in for some ribbing in the school showers and from some so called friends when in my late teens, didn’t stop me having as much success with the ladies as I wanted or needed. Not that I went looking for too much, my mates might spend the weekend trying to chat up any available female and quite a few who weren’t available, guys also think they are better looking than they actually are, more intelligent, wittier and an all-round great catch, I thought then and still think that most mean are what rules their heads, pricks, every one of them, me included.

Now I was in control for once, doing my best not to put my weight on top of Linda I eased my cock in the direction of her waiting breasts. Linda engulfed my erection between her fleshy globes and squeezed them together. My cock was amply lubricated with Linda’s pussy juice and slipped in and out of her titty tunnel with ease, each time my balls reached her tits with a slap she leant her head forward and took the head of my cock between her lips, running her tongue around and around in little circles, poking it as far into the slit as she could, I could have spent all night in this position, so relaxing, so horny looking, the sight of my own cock disappearing between Linda’s big tits and reappearing only to enter her waiting mouth, her face a picture of sexual contentment as she sucked on the mushroom head. The head of my cock was unbearably sensitive after the amount of attention it had taken that evening and each time Linda sucked on it a thrilling shiver ran through my whole body. I was approaching the point of no return within a few minutes, “I can’t take much more of this,” I told her, “I could cum any second now.” That was all the encouragement Linda needed, she propped herself up a bit further on the bed and took hold of my cock with her right hand, pulling me towards her waiting mouth. Linda took all of my cock straight into her throat, repeating her earlier trick of licking my balls with her tongue when it was as deep as it would go. This was just what my cock was looking for, the incentive it took to empty another load on Linda’s face and in her mouth. Linda was massaging my balls and could feel them tighten, a finger stroking my perineum, applying pressure to it to massage my prostate. My arse cheeks tightened as I felt my load prepare to fire, Linda gave the shaft one last long suck and slipped it from her mouth, keeping her mouth wide open, wanking me with one hand while continuing to apply a steady pressure to my prostate via the perineum, next time she’d introduce me to a different method of massaging that particular part of my body. “Tell me when,” Linda said, looking up at me, “I don’t want to lose a single drop.” No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I felt the moment arrive, “NOW!” I cried out, barely a second before the first spurt of cum flew from my cock straight into Linda’s mouth and down her throat with a gurgle, quickly followed by a second and a third, Linda had to close her mouth to swallow and the fourth thick rope of cum hit her square in the face, covering her from chin to forehead before she could get her mouth over the head of my cock which continued to pump what felt like a pint of hot jizz down her throat.
Linda kept sucking, pumping my shaft with her fist until I started to go soft in her hand, only then did I realise that every muscle in my body was straining, my barely developed abdominals were screaming at me from the tension I’d put them under as I came. My jaw ached from clenching my teeth as I tried to delay the moment of release, “You really need to learn to just let go sweetheart,” Linda said, looking up at me as she licked her lips, scooping the cum from her face with her fingers then sucking them clean. “You’ll enjoy it better if you relax and let it happen, not that I have any complaints, quite the reverse, that has got to be the most cum I have ever swallowed from a single cock,” she continued. I should have been flattered but instead I felt a bit peeved, jealous even at the thought of other men Cumming in Linda’s mouth. Her single cock comment also disturbed me, a vision of Linda sucking more than one cock at the same time entered my head, some might find that a turn on, me ? I didn’t, my immature sixteen year old brain already saw Linda as mine and mine alone, stupid I knew but I couldn’t help being sixteen and I admit at that point I had already fallen just a little bit in love with her. That didn’t last long, a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside cabinet told me that it was ten O’clock, I should have been home half an hour ago. “Oh shit, look at the time.” I said, grabbing the clock and showing it to Linda who was still busy cleaning my cum from her face. “So you’ll be home a bit late,” she replied, “at least you have a good excuse, you can tell your mother that you’ve been busy screwing an old woman customer.” She found this funny, too funny for my liking, it was alright for her, I was still only fifteen, at least for the next few days and apart from the fact I had still got important homework to complete for the morning and would need to be up at 6 am to do my morning round before school there was something even more serious. Where had I been till this time of night ? that’s the question I’d be asked, not only by my parents but by my brother that I shared a room with. I might be able to come up with a feasible excuse for my mother, although she would be worried in case I’d been mugged for the money I’d collected from customers that night, I still had to count it and tally the books before my boss collected it from me, for all I knew he might even have been at my home for it as he sometimes did ? Then there was my brother, he would be harder to fool, he could read me like a book and would know that I’d spun a yarn to my parents to throw them off the scent, he’d get it out of me even if he had to pin me to the bedroom floor to get the truth.
Linda, realised how concerned I was and not wanting me to be put in an awkward position and be forced to tell the truth, something that would not go well for her, she hatched a plan as I quickly started to get my clothes back on, by the time I was dressed she had come up with a plausible excuse. Linda got up from the bed as I gathered all my stuff together and embraced me. “This has been a wonderful night for me, I hope it’s been all you ever dreamed your first time would be?” she said as she broke the embrace and took my face in her hands. Good manners took over and calmed me down from the panic that had taken over my every thought. “Oh yes,” I replied, “It’s been more than I could ever have wished for, much more.” I kissed her, a long lingering kiss, another first time experience to end the night as I tasted my own cum on her lips. Thoughts about that particular taste and wondering why Linda found it an enjoyable experience filled my head, an acquired taste I decided, after all I had recently tasted my first pussy and it didn’t put me off, why wouldn’t women and indeed men like the taste of cum? “What are you thinking?” Linda asked as she ruffled my hair, “nothing,” I replied, “Just stupid stuff, what are you supposed to think when you’ve just tasted your own cum on a woman’s lips?” I asked. Linda laughed, ran her finger all over her face and under her chin to collect any last trace of my jizz that she had missed with her mouth and then stuck the finger between my lips telling me to suck it clean. Against my better wishes I did as she commanded and sucked the finger clean, I had to admit the taste wasn’t that bad, but I didn’t think I’d make a point of trying it again.
“I’m really glad you enjoyed my little birthday surprise, I was worried you’d take fright and run off when you saw this saggy old body.” Linda continued, “I had a vision of you racing home to tell your father and the police turning up at my door to arrest me for molesting a minor.” It was my turn to laugh, “You have no idea.” I told her, “Coming into this room and seeing you on that bed was like all my Christmas’s and birthdays coming at once, with Easter thrown in for good measure.” This seemed to please Linda no end, she hugged me again, “I’m so glad,” she laughed, “I so hope you’ll visit this lonely old woman again?” she asked. There was going to be no problem on that score, I intended to visit and visit often, her age wasn’t a problem as far as I was concerned, that day was the beginning of my desire for older women even though for a good few years Linda would be that older woman, I would quite happily have made it a permanent and public matter if it was up to me but Linda thought otherwise and I respected her wishes reluctantly. Even after I married, ironically a younger woman, and raised a family, I still continued my illicit trysts with Linda, even if it did peter out into our annual “birthday” coupling. I didn’t go looking for affairs with older women but I did learn to notice the signs when they were more than just friendly towards me and always let them make the first move, I simply made it known to them discretely that I was open to more than just a friendly chat. I’ve always been a bit of a loner so I was never into the local social scene which revolved around the local bars, any first contact was made in the local supermarket and over a period of time, and never with married women, there was no way I was going to get in the middle of anyone’s marital problems, it was strictly single women and widows and always older, a bit difficult as I got older myself, the oldest woman I’ve ever had sex with was seventy six, not one but two, one of which was an amazing “for old times’ sake” encounter which ended with the tables getting turned on me as I was seduced into sex with a woman at the opposite end of the spectrum.
In the end I told my mother I’d just been slower than usual doing my collections and on the way home had popped into a friend’s house to give him a copy of some homework he’d asked me for. I need not have worried, my mother accepted the story without question and I went to my room to get my schoolwork done, my brother on the other hand took more convincing, in the rush to get dressed I’d mislaid my boxers and hadn’t noticed until I was undressing for bed, he just had to enter the room at that very moment and put two and two together and got an impressive four! “What happened to the boxers you had on this morning?” he asked, “Did you piss yourself at school and have to throw them in a bin?” He found this theory very amusing, in an effort to throw him off the scent I agreed with him and told him that it had been a pair of his I’d borrowed. The ploy didn’t work and he started probing deeper, coming up with as many amusing reasons for my boxers going missing as he could think of. Didn’t take him long to reach one a little too close to the truth, “I know,” he said, “You met a girl who smiled at you and came in your pants and had to chuck them in a bush?” Like every other theory he’d come up with I just agreed with him, but he must have seen something on my face because he suddenly leapt on me, pinning me to the bed. “You dirty little bugger, you’ve been getting your end away, admit it, you’ve been dipping your wick in some little tart!”
I was struggling to get free of his grip, we were pretty well matched and I knew I could best him even if he was two years older than me, then he noticed something I hadn’t considered. “You stink of pussy, the smell of sex from you is reeking,” he practically shouted. I told him to keep his voice down as he would waken the whole house, I tried to convince him that he was mistaken but he would have none of it, I had to tell him something. “Spill the beans,” he told me, “I want to know all the juicy details, and leave nothing out, Who, Where, When and most importantly, How the fuck did you ever manage to get yourself some pussy?” Tact was not my brother’s strong point, he was eighteen and had far more experience with women than me, he’d often come home late at night and would wake me so that he could tell me all the gory details. One night he’d come home with what looked like a small globule of cum hanging from his chin, I didn’t ask and he didn’t tell but there was no mistaking what it was. He had a girlfriend at the time so I put it down to an accident during sex with her and let the matter slide. Back then there wasn’t such a thing as openly gay or even bisexual men in our town, there was the usual rumour mill about certain guys, most of whom we both knew to varying degrees. Only one was openly gay, or claimed to be but we thought it was just attention seeking from someone who wanted to stand out. We seemed to have quite a few “gayish” friends between us but it never bothered us, they didn’t advertise it and we didn’t pry, it was their business and had no effect on our friendships even to this day, so what if they were gay, who cared ? All that mattered then as now is what they were like as a person, it’s how we should all be judged by our peers, none of that had a bearing on the finale to my evening.
I knew I wasn’t going to get any peace to do my homework and count the money from my route if I didn’t think up some story to get him off my back. Harder than you’d think, he had me cold, dead to rights, I couldn’t deny that anything had happened while I was out, besides, he had obviously just come from a bar, taking advantage of the fact he was now eighteen and could legally drink alcohol. I told him I would give him the story if he helped me by counting the money I’d collected and tally up the books while I did my homework , I could trust him to do this as he’d had the same job himself when he was still in school. We passed the next hour in silence, finishing around midnight, by which time I was pretty bushed and in need of the six hours sleep I could get before I had to be out of bed to make my morning deliveries. Jake was not the type of brother who would take pity on his younger brother and allow him to go to bed, leaving the story till the next day. “I’ve counted this money twice, checked it off against your collection sheet and unless I am sadly mistaken you have £22.50 in tips, what did you get up to when you were out, did you let some old dear suck you off for a £20 tip ?” I’d remembered the customers who had tipped me that night and nobody had given me more than 50p as a tip, I couldn’t recall how many but it was no more than four or five ? “Let me see that sheet” I told him, taking the sheet and bag of money from him. I quickly scanned through the list on the sheet and noticed that Linda’s name had a tic next to it, I had no recollection of her paying her weekly amount ? I rifled through the pile of notes, taking particular interest in the ten pound notes, I noticed something Jake hadn’t seen, on one note there was a handwritten message which said “Happy Birthday”, I quickly found another with the same message, Linda must have not only put the money owed in my bag and ticked her name on the list, she had also stuck the two notes in my bag, an extra present. I blushed as memories of the night flooded my brain and without thinking raised the note to my face and sniffed my fingers.
“You dirty little bastard, can you still smell her pussy on your fingers, do you think I didn’t notice the happy birthday written on these tenners ?” I was caught, he’d figured out more than I was willing to disclose. I had to think quickly, how was I going to get out of this? He might be daft but he wasn’t stupid. I quickly searched my brain for a way out of this predicament, there didn’t seem to be one, nothing plausible that he would buy. In the end I didn’t need to come up with one, he provided it for me, “I know who it was, it was that dirty bitch Alison from ********? She is a filthy whore, she’ll fuck any yank for a few drinks.” He seemed pleased with his deduction, I wasn’t but it was a way out even if she did happen to be Linda’s younger daughter, it was a bit too close to the truth but if I was honest there was nobody else on my route he’d believe to be responsible for my pussy flavoured fingers, besides, if I denied it then Linda would be his next guess! I bit the bullet and pleaded with him not to tell anyone, he’d forgotten all about the money which had he thought about it would have driven a tank through his theory.

I had to make sure he kept it that way and didn’t add the notes to the discussion, I told him to make sure the door was shut so nobody else in the house could hear us talking, while his back was turned I slipped the two notes into one of my school shoes that were lying on the floor next my bed and then kicked it under the bed and out of sight. He shut the door then came back to sit on the side of his own bed facing me. “I want details, could she not pay? Did she think you were a yank from the base? Did you pay her?” I sighed, he’d given me three options, it was like a multiple choice question in school. The middle one was discarded, he was joking about that one, no way would I ever be mistaken for a Navy S.E.A.L! I had to decide between one and three. I wouldn’t have paid her, he knew I was actually quite shy and would never be able to pluck up the courage to go down that route. The first and only feasible option wasn’t really the best choice either, Alison had a bit of a reputation, mostly untrue, local girls who went out with American servicemen were not very popular, the all got the name of being a whore, 99.9% of them were just girls who had American boyfriends, the objection that local guys had was that they weren’t good enough for these girls, that much was true. Most of the guys who spoke about girls and women who dated the “Yanks” were the type who couldn’t get a woman if they tried, a sad bunch, not a decent one amongst them. A bunch of arseholes and wankers if I’m honest. Lecherous drunken oafs whose idea of a chat up line would be to stand in a local bar with a pint in one hand, grab a hold of the bulge in their jeans with the other and ask a passing lady if she’d like to suck their “doogie” a local slang name for a cock. I’m betting the success rate was pretty slim? Any woman who dismissed this request was obviously a “Hoor” or a lesbian! Such was their misplaced believe that they were all Errol Flynn re-incarnated. Thus Alison was labelled as a whore, she had an American boyfriend, ok, she’d had several American boyfriends who stayed overnight and several had answered the door to pay the bill for them more than once. Ok, so I’d thought she was no better than a whore, but I didn’t know her, she could have been a very nice person for all I knew? Pretty hard to defend her after what her mother had enticed me into doing that night but it still didn’t make them whores, not in my eyes which is what mattered to me.
I was in danger of talking myself out of the corner my brother had me in, on the one hand I had practically admitted to being with a woman who had a reputation, on the other hand she was also not known for her beauty, she obviously took her looks from her father whoever he was? I knew I’d much rather admit to the truth, Linda was what we called a fox, today she’s be a cougar or a Milf, ok a Gilf but she was certainly the more attractive option in my eyes. The truth was not an option, I wasn’t sixteen for another ten days, she was forty six, there would be only one word to label her with and I would never break her trust and saddle her with a record like that. Strange thing was that Alison was in her twenties, she was still older than me, but that didn’t seem to be a problem for Jake, he just wanted details. I decided I was over thinking the issue, get the story out of the way, swear him to secrecy and move on. I if I admitted it was Alison then I’d be in for a lifetime of jokes at my expense, if I told him the truth then that was even worse, if there was such a thing, I was stuffed no matter what story I told, the truth which I wasn’t ashamed of but which I knew would eventually leave a trail of gossip and rumours straight back to Linda’s door, I couldn’t put her through that regardless of how I came out of it. If I lied and said it had been Alison then the same would happen, I didn’t know her but I couldn’t have her seen as the butt of childish teenage jokes and notoriety locally, even if she did already have a somewhat coloured reputation as a “Hoor”. So I lied, a different lie, but not a lie just a series of half-truths. I told him I had been with two girls my own age, one slightly younger than me, the other a month or two older, I told him it was the result of a bet in school, which I lost, according to them, it was a win win for me. I said we had been arguing about a topic in one of our classes at school and we had settles on a wager to see who was in the right, I had blurted out that if I was right they would have to suck my cock, something that wouldn’t happen even in my wildest dreams at that age. They had rather foolishly not thought the wager through because as soon as I said they’d have to suck my cock one of the girls retorted “right, but if you lose then you have to lick oor fannies.” I told Jake that I did a good impression of someone considering the bet before reluctantly agreeing to the terms. When I told him that I had lost the bet and had indeed licked their fannies, to be blunt about the matter. Of course he pestered me for the names of the two foolish girls who’d made the wager with me but I declined to tell him, so I came out of the tale on the winning side, I might not have got the blowjob I’d hoped for, but I did get to eat two fresh practically hairless cunts. It made him laugh and he told everyone the story over the coming weeks, so much so that several girls in my class at school asked me who it had been? I refused to tell, a gentleman to the last. Linda on the other hand knew the true story.

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