When I was six and a half years old and about ready to start first grade, I fell on the stone steps of our church, cut open my chin and contracted Scarlet Fever. I don't really remember any of it but apparently I almost died. Whatever, it meant I didn't start first grade until I was seven and a half. I was almost always the oldest in my class. That probably was good for me. I was just a little more mature, could concentrate a little better, did well when it came to grades and did well when it came to interacting with other classmates.
Eleven years later that meant I turned eighteen near the end of eleventh grade. I still had a year left in high school. I wasn't unusually big for my age, probably average. But I wrestled starting in junior high and was on the high school varsity so I was in good shape with lots of muscle. It was on a Saturday and my parents had a minor party for me in our back yard. Three boys that were friends and also good athletes were there plus my parents and three neighboring married couples. Most of us were in swimsuits because we had a pool. I think my parents were using it, at least in part, to pay back some neighbors for having had them over.
My parents are about forty. My Mom is 39 (I am her oldest child) and my Dad 43. They married after my Dad got his degree. My Mom never finished college .I was born roughly seven months after they married and that's probably why. Their friends are pretty much around their same age just like my friends are about my age, although often a year younger.
Anyway, we have a barbecue going, soft drinks for us kids and some booze for the older folks. My friends and I have a lot of fun in and around the pool. The older people used the pool a little but are much quieter about it. After dinner, my friends go home. A little later two of the neighbor couples also leave. The Simpsons are the last to go.
I'm very aware of Mrs. Simpson. Della. Her husband, Greg, is about my Dad's age. Della is younger, maybe thirty, maybe a year or so older or younger than that. She also is gorgeous. Pretty, extremely well built. She reminds me of a model or Vegas show girl. I've often thought she was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. This evening, her bathing suit leaves nothing to the imagination, she's almost falling out of it.
Greg, her husband, who normally seems like a nice guy, is stinko. Way drunk. She needs help to get him home so I volunteer. I almost have to carry him. His feet are on the ground but not of a lot of use. We finally get him home, across the street and up two houses. I lug him upstairs. She has me dump him in the guest room. Don't want his snoring to bother her, she claims.
She probably isn't completely sober herself, although she walks and talks fine. "George," she says, "I should give you a birthday present." She stands right up against me and puts her hand on my shoulder and then slides it down on my chest, like she's feeling me. "You've developed into a very handsome, strong young man. You're probably having sex with girls at school, aren't you."
"Uh," I sort of mumble, not knowing what to say, "No, not really."
"You mean this lovely cock I've been looking at all evening," she says, moving her hand down to grab hold of my cock and balls through my bathing suit, "has never been used sexually?"
I've never had anything like that happen to me before. On the one hand I'm actually scared a little. On the other hand, this truly sexy lady has me getting a major hard on.
"Uh, no, it hasn't."
She gives me a really big grin and moves her hand a little feeling my cock. "Well then, that can be my birthday present to you." Right in the hallway, with her husband passed out on a bed perhaps ten feet away. She starts pulling my bathing suit down, moving down herself to kneel on the floor with my suit at my ankles and my very erect cock bobbing in open air right in front of her face.
"Oh, you have a terrific cock, George," she says, grabbing it with one hand and feeling my balls with the other. Then, without another word, she opens her mouth wide and starts swallowing my cock. She's obviously hungry for a cock and a load of cum to swallow.
I can't even begin to explain the way I feel. This is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me and it's combined with my knowing how gorgeous she is. The only thing that has touched my cock for years is my own hand and what she did is barely related to masturbation. A very distant cousin at best. Her fingers did masturbate me a little. Her lips did, too. Add the sucking and the licking and the moisture of her mouth and the slurps. Well, I cum. It doesn't take long. Really cum, more than ever before, I think.
She grins some more, licking her lips after swallowing, and takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom she and her husband usually use. Her bra and bottom come off, her perfect female body is displayed to me, and in no time she has me on the bed, both of us naked. "Now you need to do that for me, George," she says. "You need to learn how to eat pussy. Greg has never been that great at it but I bet I can teach you to be an expert."
That's what she does. After kissing me with lots of tongue she has me do things with her breasts. Really lovely, firm, large breasts. Then down over her stomach and to her pussy. She must use scissors to trim her pubic hair because there isn't much. It's very dark, not matching her head hair at all, but it doesn't get in the way much. She pulls herself open some and has me lick inside her, up and down and all around. She has me push a finger into her and then use my tongue a lot on the bump that is her clit. Oddly, while I feel strange, not knowing what I'm doing, I truly enjoy it. I make her cum.
That first time I'm probably not very good at all but she does have an orgasm. After, I'm hard again, so she helps aim me into her and I also get my very first fuck. After everything else that had happened the fuck is sort of an anticlimax but a great one. I've never felt anything better in my life than having my cock slide around inside that tight, warm, moist tunnel. I cum again inside her and she seems to love every minute of it.
Since it has already taken me longer than it should, she has me get home. I dream all that night about the female body, fleshy curves, breasts, a wet pussy that holds my cock tight. We had arranged for me to come back often. Over the next several weeks I come and go through her back door, hoping that none of the neighbors or my parents would see me. I'd then go down the alley and around to my house. We do this three times a week usually, after school is out and before her husband comes home from work. I just claim that I'm doing something late at school to my parents.
I become very adept at eating her as well as fucking her and she sucks me off enough that I think maybe she likes oral better than vaginal sex. I also learn a little about her. Apparently she developed physically rather early and became sexually active early. She had lousy taste in men and they took advantage of her, in her opinion. She even fucked for money at some point, shaved her pussy for some porn films. When she met Greg, she says he was the first guy to be nice to her so she married him. She wants to stay married, it's a nice life, she just needs a little extra sex. To her it doesn't damage the marriage, it's just sex. I wasn't the first extra cock in her life and I'm sure I won't be the last.
