All persons in this story are over 18 years of age.
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My first year at an all boys College was hell. The innocence of secondary education with its pretty girls and never ending blue skies had been replaced by the onslaught of adulthood. I had rented a room in a little house in a Cul-de-sac, miles away from home in order to concentrate on my studies.
As in any other College rumours were rife about sexual diseases, accusations of sexual identity and erroneous stories of conquests with licentious girls. I had buried my head in my books and had ignored the opposite sex even though I was over eighteen years of age. All of this made me frightfully glum as I was sure I somehow had VD, didn't know what a homosexual was and was unlikely to meet a wanton girl as I lived in a baron sexual desert where the only alluring figure was the one that belonged to Mrs. Jenner, a buxom redhead with big boobs and long legs that were always on show as she had a propensity for tight tops and short skirts.
Mrs. Jenner was my fantasy older woman, a title she easily won as she could always be seen in her front garden, pottering about in her short skirt, bending over from the waist and giving a wonderful display of her stocking tops, panties or breathtaking cleavage, depending on the way she was facing. She was always there and it wasn't long before I would be wanking over her fantastic aerial arse display from the safety of my bedroom across the street.
It was rumoured that she'd had many affairs in our cul-de-sac and was an object of scorn by many women of the gossipy women who lived there. "She's mutton dressed as lamb," they would bitterly accuse they spied on Mrs. Jenner giving another splendid legs, bum and lingerie display. I didn't care, as I would prefer the plump meat of Mrs. Jenner's mutton to the cannibalism of my right hand any day.
Every one of my college colleges had a story to tell about Mrs. Jenner. A few swore it was only a matter of time before they got to fuck her. Others claimed she was a 'prick teaser'. I didn't care, any attention would do! It soon became evident she was our masturbation fantasy and we all had bets who was going to screw her first.
Most of my mates had a story. The main one came from the boy who had claimed to have screwed her. We were new to erections and wanking and quite shy about it. So when he had claimed to have fucked Mrs. Jenner we all listened intently, all of us on the horn!.
Mrs. Jenner was an artist and liked to paint like figures. A few from the college faculty for art posed for her at a price and some claimed she paid in kind. We all listened to their stories of how she painted them naked and stripped down herself. All this stories were view with great suspicion as no one could decide on the colour of her pubic hair. Blonde, red, dyed, they all conflicted and none of these paintings were ever seen.
It was hard to believe but she was quite predatory. Another mate got knocked off his bike on his way home from college. He landed hard on his backside. He was in a daze when she got him in the car and had his trousers down to see if there was any damage.
He told us what had happened and I believed him as he was very angry. He was angry because she made him hard. We all laughed at his words of protest. "Why did she touch my cock if she was examining my ass?"
One day a neighbours house had been broken into and the police wanted to talk to her as she had reported seeing the thieves from her bedroom window. We asked her what they had wanted and she told us about the view from her bedroom. According to her a policeman asked to see the view from her bedroom window and she invited him up. She told us she always wanted a man in uniform and how good looking this policeman was.
She had our attention as she told us of his flirty manner and then said, "the dirty bugger chased me around the bedroom and eventually pinned me down on the bed." She really did have our attention now! We all waited for more, our tongues hanging out and our cocks up! "He then put his hand up my skirt and sarted to pull my knickers down!" This first hand account was making me dizzy and I couldn't wait for more. She looked towards her house just as she was getting to the juicy details and then said, "I'll have to tell you the rest some other time, I've got to put the dinner on!" She left us all standing like a bamboo field dying for more. That night we all had the same fantasy as we tossed ourselves off pretending we all were the policeman. Did she ever finish her story? No chance, Mrs. Jenner was the master of the tease!
One evening after College, I found my self locked out, courtesy of someone bolting our large glass front door at its foot. I soon had a ladder out from the garage and was climbing up to a small window that let light into the top of the house stairwell. It was high and the ladder seemed a little unsafe as I took the first nervous steps upwards.
"Can I help?" I heard someone ask from across the road. It was Mrs. Jenner, already walking towards me in her short, tight revealing dress. I shyly accepted her help and started to blush profusely as my masturbation muse lingered next to me. She offered to foot the ladder and I quickly bolted up it to escape my guilt but more so to hide my instant erection that had sprung up like a striking cobra the second Mrs. Jenners boobs, bum and breath engulfed my senses.
I had a thick seven inch penis when aroused that stuck out of my wiry five foot four frame like a third arm and felt embarrassingly obvious in my trousers (that I was growing out of in more ways than one). "Careful" I heard Mrs. Jenner from below. I looked down for an instant but quickly averted my eyes as they were drawn all too obviously to her wonderful breasts which were squashed hard against the ladder. I wondered if she could see my teetering bulge from below as I hastily managed to get in through the small window.
"I'll see you at the front door," I heard Mrs. Jenner huskily inform me as I dangerously teetered on the windowsill over the stair well. I delicately lowered myself as far down over the stairs as possible before I would drop the final few feet. All was well until one hand slipped, hastening me into an uncontrolled fall. In a millisecond I focused on how I should land but didn't take into account the end of the stair's banister. It hit me squarely between my testes, seemingly to force them straight up through my stomach and up my throat.
I let out a blood-curdling scream and swore I could taste sperm as I dropped to the stairs in a heap of crushed balls and rapidly receding erection. I blacked out in spasms as I forced myself back into painful consciousness to stop my stricken body on its trajectory down the stairs. Blackout, stairs, blackout, stairs, before giving way to unconsciousness as I flopped in a heap against the front door. I didn't know how long I was there as Mrs. Jenner's voice brought me back into a world of swollen gonads and sickening pain.
"Are you okay? Open the door!" pleaded an anxious Mrs. Jenner. I just wanted the world to go away as I held onto my pulsing balls which seemed to be trying to escape through my mouth.
"Unbolt the door!" Mrs. Jenner persisted and through tear-stained eyes my seemly diseased body afforded a hand out to unbolt the door. Soon Mrs. Jenner was in and standing over me
"Have you broken anything?" Asked Mrs. Jenner caringly as she stooped down over me.
