from member jackaubrey1, 2005
I was educated in things sexual by an older woman named Mrs.
Potter. She was a customer on my paper route. I would collect for
the paper once a month and Mrs. Potter would always answer the door
in her robe and slippers. Over the months we became friends and I
couldn't help looking down her robe when she bent to pick something
up.
One afternoon we were sitting on her sofa talking while she was
writing her check. She pointed to a Playboy magazine on the coffee
table and asked if I read magazines like that. I said that I LOVED
magazines like that. She then offered me a box of Playboys her ex-
husband had left in her basement. I thought for a second - there
were several months of pleasant masturbating ahead of me if I could
get that box home but I just couldn't figure out how to hide it.
Since my friend Mrs. Potter and I were now the best of buddies, I
told her EXACTLY that. She smiled and said, "Well you can read them
here, if you want."
I opened the one on the coffee table and looked at the foldout.
Mrs. Potter and I then discussed the merits of her body. She then
looked at me and said, "Does she give you a hard-on?" I had no idea
where this was going but I did indeed have a full, stiff erection.
When I hesitated, she said, " Come on Jack, I've seen you looking
down my front. You're big for your age. I bet you have a huge
cock." Well, I was big for my age. I was just establishing myself
as a pretty good high school football player. And although I had
only shower room reasons to think so, I did have a good size unit
and I was proud of it.
I asked Mrs. Potter if she would like to see it. She replied that
since I liked to look at pictures of naked ladies and masturbate,
she was hoping that I'd feel free to let her watch. This idea
appealed to me very much. I unzipped my fly and worked my unit
around the leg of my underwear and out into the fresh air. I looked
over at Mrs. Potter and she seemed hypnotized looking at my
penis. "I certainly was right about it being big, wasn't I, Jack"
she said. I opened the magazine again and found a hot picture. I
put my hand around my cock and began to slowly work it up and down
the shaft. Mrs. Potter watched me, silently, for a minute or two
and then said, "Have you ever seen a nude woman in the flesh?" I
shook my head. My excitement became almost intolerable. "Would you
like to look at my body, Jack?" she said. I was panting with
pleasure by then and only managed to vigorously nod.
Mrs. Potter opened her robe to reveal that she was dressed in only a
bra and panties. She was in her 40s and yet still very youthful.
She unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Her
breasts were large and hung down much more than the Playmate I had
been staring at, but they aroused me infinitely more. I stopped
stroking my penis because I was on the very edge of orgasm. Next,
she tugged her panties down and stepped out of them. She down in an
armchair at a right angle to the sofa and within a few feet of me.
I stared at her jet-black bushy pubic triangle and felt my load
building deep behind my balls. Mrs. Potter smiled again, leaned
back, pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide. "Do you like
my `girl-thing'?" she asked, gently separating her labia. Suddenly
it was all RIGHT there in front of me - her winking anus, wet open
hole, thick engorged pussy lips and pink protruding clitoris
surrounded by a forest of black pubic hair.
It was too much for me. I moaned and began to ejaculate. Rope
after rope of thick white spunk shot straight up into the air out of
my rigid pulsing penis. It went onto the rug, onto the coffee
table, and onto my legs as I grunted uncontrollably.
Mrs. Potter watched hungrily as I jerked and groaned from the
intense pleasure she had given me. When I had finished, she slowly
reached between her legs. She used her left hand to pull her thick
labia back off her clitoris, while using the fingers of her right to
squeeze and stroke it. I sat with my spunk-cover cock in my hand
while she looked me in the eye, smiled and brought herself to a long
satisfying orgasm. I watched a small but noticeable amount of thick
liquid ooze from her contracting vagina, down onto her rectum as she
shuddered and shook. This was Lesson One in my education.