Chuck’s first
My dad had gotten transferred to a new city. Until then, we had been living in rural NC. Many of our neighbors there were nice. I had a gang of guys I ran with of many nationalities and races. I had taken notice that several girls had begun developing breasts. Having handstand contests, their shirts would move allowing quick glances of puffy titties. We laughed. And, in private, we explored a little as some do.
Our new home was in an upscale community in NJ. That was in 6th grade. I had entered puberty by then even shaving 3x a week to avoid growing a mustache and chin whiskers. That growth is called public hair because anyone can see it. I had already grown pubic hair that went with the growth of my cock. I was totally unique in my 6th grade because of my shaving and because I was the only male in my class to have those impressive hormonal changes. Seventh grade was an eye opener because we had PE every week and had to shower in communal showers.
Junior high passed without much to write about. I stayed busy with school work, athletics, my lawn cutting business, and other things. I had the usual crushes on girls but dating in 7th- 9th grades was not normal then. We did have church canteens once a month. I had a few romances. They got as far as handholding and slow dances. I do remember the thrill of dancing and feeling a pair of firm breasts being pressed against my chest and the embarrassing hard on it produced.oom
in 10th grade, our next door neighbors sold their house and a single woman with three young boys moved in. My mother noticed that a truck had pulled into their driveway and knew they were moving in. I was doing something to help my dad when she called to the basement telling me to take a plate of cookies she had just baked over to them. I carried the plate across the yard and saw an attractive woman struggling to unload a chest of drawers. Her oldest was maybe 9 or 10 and hadn’t the strength. I stopped them, introduced myself, handed the k** the plate and grabbed the end he was trying to carry.
Their house was a smaller version of ours. It had a full basement with three stories. The chest still had its drawers and they were full of clothes. I pulled out the top drawer saying it will be easier if we take in the drawers first then the chest itself. It was one of the boy’s chests and went to a bedroom on the second floor. The bed frame was already there. We unloaded the rest of the boys’ furniture and got to hers. We took a break as my mother arrived with a pitcher of iced tea. It was then I learned she was a nurse and would be working at the local hospital. Mom said she had wash to hang out and told me to continue helping.
Mrs. G was a tall woman, slender, curly brown hair, beautiful facial features, and a nice figure. Her house did not have central AC and we worked up a sweat moving things up the first flight of stairs. She was wearing jeans and a cotton shirt that began to cling to her from perspiration. It was obvious she was larger breasted than I first assumed. When she and I carried things up the stairs, I had her go up first giving me the majority of the weight. It forced her to bend over and I tried my best to avoid looking into her blouse. I was not successful. She saw me looking and smiled remarking she was giving me quite a view.
Of course I blushed and stammered.
Her bedroom things were at the nose of the truck. I opened the top drawer and handed it to her noticing it contained her bras, panties, and hosiery. I grabbed the next one that was blouses. We carried them up the two flights of stairs and went down to get the other two drawers. I enjoyed the view as I got a good look at her firm butt. The next trip was the chest trip, her furniture and her chest. Another uncontrolled boner. We carried the side rails to her bed followed by the head and foot boards. The truck was empty.i. Shortly later a man came to get the truck. He and a helper had unloaded the dining room, living room, and boxes for her.
I did not see mattresses. She said she bought new ones that were supposed to be delivered. She and I assembled the beds and positioned them in the boys’ bedrooms. We went to hers and did the same. Then, I went home. My bedroom was across the yard from hers. I saw her that night walk in, undress, and disappear before returning to put on her night gown. The light went out.
Soon, a routine developed. I would stop by to see if I could help her on weekends. She worked M-F during the day. It was back when nurses wore those white dresses, nursing caps, white hose and shoes. She turned me on every time I saw her wearing it. But, she also turned me on when she wore anything. I would do the little repairs that husbands generally were expected to do around a house. At night, the routine evolved. My desk sat at the window looking across at her window. She would undress at night with the curtain open then turn off the light. Because I was sitting at my desk with lights on in my room, I knew she saw me.
In the spring, she asked me if I could help her move furniture. She rearranged her bedroom placing the bed parallel to the wall that had the window facing mine. I had a baseball game so left right after we finished. Before leaving she said it was nice to have a man around. Nice!
Immediately I saw a change in things. At night, she would turn the light on. She would remove her outer clothes then sit on the edge of the window facing my window and would remove her bra and panties, stand up ant put on her night gown.. it was the first time I saw her totally naked in such a clear view. She had a nice patch of brown pussy hair. It was the first woman I had seen in the flesh besides my mother.
If she was still wearing her nurse uniform, it was even better. She would stand ant unbutton it then remove it, then her slip. She wore white stockings held up with garters. She sat on the bed and looked across at my window and unsnapped the catch and slowly pulled the stocking off her leg. It was like the scene in “The Graduate”. Mrs. Gunning, are you trying to seduce me? By late May, I had gotten the courage to stand and play with my hard cock as she undressed.
I went to summer summer camp for a month and thought of her every night as I lay on my cot in the tent. I returned home the Sunday following the 4th of July. When I went over, I saw an immediate change in her. She was not wearing the normal cotton mommy bra but was wearing one with the straps set wide on the outer edge of the cups. It allowed a plunge revealing more of her breasts. And, she had not buttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
She had two doors with top hinges that had bad screws and asked if I could fix them. I get wood glue and glued toothpicks in the screw holes. I asked her if she had large screws.
”Not in a long time.”
The signals were there but I lacked the courage to act. That would change.
i was leaving for prep school in August and told her to make a ‘to do’ list and I would try to finish everything before I left.
The last Saturday before I left, she asked me to come over at noon. Her three boys would be with her ex. She wanted to clean her kitchen and asked me to move her stove and refrigerator. She was not wearing her usual blouses. Instead, she wore a Tee shirt. It was obvious she wore no bra as her nipples clearly pressed against the cloth. I pulled the things out and she got down with a brush and sponge and cleaned the floor and wall.lled I put things back. She put away the cleaning supplies and said she needed help upstairs and was glistening with sweat.
She said she needed help in her bedroom so I followed her up the stairs. She stopped in front of her bathroom door and said we needed to shower off. She pulled her shirt off revealing what I saw at 80’ across the yard. Her nipples were pink and like the tip on a little finger. The pink skin around them was puckered up. And there was not much sag in her breasts. She took my shirt off and told me to undress as she pulled her slacks and panties off. My cock sprang out. I was primed as I had been thinking about this for a year.
We showered for a moment before she got on her knees and took me in her mouth. I did not last but a couple of minutes before I exploded. Most went in her mouth until she pulled back and took the rest on her chest. She stood and we kissed. I could taste my cum in her mouth. She washed herself then me, we rinsed off and got out and dried each other off.
She motioned me to follow her. She got on her bed where I joined her. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing with each other and probing each other’s mouths. I sucked her nipples as she held her breasts to my mouth. Somehow, they seemed to get even harder. So did I.
she got on her back and I got on top of her. She guided my cock, one that knew only the palm on my hand, into the opening of her tight pussy and pushed up against me taking me inside her body a little bit. We pulled apart and pressed again. It took several of those for me to get inside even though she was so wet it felt like she pissed on herself. We found a rhythm with her pushing up as I pushed down. Her legs wrapped around my upper legs, her nails dug into my back. She said she was getting close and to not stop. I had no clue what she was talking about but kept on doing what I was doing to take her where she said she was going.
She grunted and I felt her pussy gripping my cock in pulses. I let loose my climax and she pulled me closer. When her grip loosened, I pulled out of her. She got out of bed to clean up, grabbed our clothes and tossed them in the washing machine in the hall to rinse them. She came back in and licked my soft cock before wiping me with a damp hand cloth. She got up, went out and tossed our things in the dryer and returned to her bed.
We kissed, caressed, fingered, talked. I got hard again.
She repositioned the pillows placing them against her headboard and told me to move back and lay against them. Once repositioned, she moved straddling my legs, reached back, and guided my cock inside her. I slid in easily as she took control. Nothing she said as we fucked made sense; she was either talking in tongues or a language I had never heard before.
I sucked one nipple as my other hand held to opposite breast. She loved having them squeezed and her nipples gently bit. She pushed down on me hard until my cock could seem to go no deeper except that I knew I was not fully inside her pussy. She pushed harder and I felt her give deep inside. She sort of screamed and really started jumping except she did not pull up as much as before. The sounds of wet skin against wet skin got noticeable. She pushed her nipple into my mouth and grunted with her hips moving back and forth grinding against me. Then I felt it again.
Her pussy clamped on my cock and pulsed. She breasts seemed to get larger, the skin of her chest reddened, her pussy felt thicker, she began a deep moaning sound. My own body signaled I was getting ready to cum.
And, cum I did. It was my third in the three hours we had shared intimacy.
We laid there with my cock feeling like it was being clamped by her pussy as it did not shrink and slip out of her. We just held each other, body against each other, breasts to my chest. After a while, she began to move away and the head of my cock seemed to be gripped deep inside her pussy. She released me and I was out of her. She got between my legs and licked me off then kissed me and said I was going to make a woman very happy in bed when I was older.
We showered again. She toweled me off. I got dressed, kissed her good bye and headed for home. Before leaving, I said I would look forward to December when I came home at the end of the fall semester.
Just before Thanksgiving, I received a letter from my mom. She shared the news about things back home ending with her telling me that Mrs. G had moved out of town. A friend at the hospital said that Mrs. G left for personal reasons adding she was pregnant.
i felt empty.
Our new home was in an upscale community in NJ. That was in 6th grade. I had entered puberty by then even shaving 3x a week to avoid growing a mustache and chin whiskers. That growth is called public hair because anyone can see it. I had already grown pubic hair that went with the growth of my cock. I was totally unique in my 6th grade because of my shaving and because I was the only male in my class to have those impressive hormonal changes. Seventh grade was an eye opener because we had PE every week and had to shower in communal showers.
Junior high passed without much to write about. I stayed busy with school work, athletics, my lawn cutting business, and other things. I had the usual crushes on girls but dating in 7th- 9th grades was not normal then. We did have church canteens once a month. I had a few romances. They got as far as handholding and slow dances. I do remember the thrill of dancing and feeling a pair of firm breasts being pressed against my chest and the embarrassing hard on it produced.oom
in 10th grade, our next door neighbors sold their house and a single woman with three young boys moved in. My mother noticed that a truck had pulled into their driveway and knew they were moving in. I was doing something to help my dad when she called to the basement telling me to take a plate of cookies she had just baked over to them. I carried the plate across the yard and saw an attractive woman struggling to unload a chest of drawers. Her oldest was maybe 9 or 10 and hadn’t the strength. I stopped them, introduced myself, handed the k** the plate and grabbed the end he was trying to carry.
Their house was a smaller version of ours. It had a full basement with three stories. The chest still had its drawers and they were full of clothes. I pulled out the top drawer saying it will be easier if we take in the drawers first then the chest itself. It was one of the boy’s chests and went to a bedroom on the second floor. The bed frame was already there. We unloaded the rest of the boys’ furniture and got to hers. We took a break as my mother arrived with a pitcher of iced tea. It was then I learned she was a nurse and would be working at the local hospital. Mom said she had wash to hang out and told me to continue helping.
Mrs. G was a tall woman, slender, curly brown hair, beautiful facial features, and a nice figure. Her house did not have central AC and we worked up a sweat moving things up the first flight of stairs. She was wearing jeans and a cotton shirt that began to cling to her from perspiration. It was obvious she was larger breasted than I first assumed. When she and I carried things up the stairs, I had her go up first giving me the majority of the weight. It forced her to bend over and I tried my best to avoid looking into her blouse. I was not successful. She saw me looking and smiled remarking she was giving me quite a view.
Of course I blushed and stammered.
Her bedroom things were at the nose of the truck. I opened the top drawer and handed it to her noticing it contained her bras, panties, and hosiery. I grabbed the next one that was blouses. We carried them up the two flights of stairs and went down to get the other two drawers. I enjoyed the view as I got a good look at her firm butt. The next trip was the chest trip, her furniture and her chest. Another uncontrolled boner. We carried the side rails to her bed followed by the head and foot boards. The truck was empty.i. Shortly later a man came to get the truck. He and a helper had unloaded the dining room, living room, and boxes for her.
I did not see mattresses. She said she bought new ones that were supposed to be delivered. She and I assembled the beds and positioned them in the boys’ bedrooms. We went to hers and did the same. Then, I went home. My bedroom was across the yard from hers. I saw her that night walk in, undress, and disappear before returning to put on her night gown. The light went out.
Soon, a routine developed. I would stop by to see if I could help her on weekends. She worked M-F during the day. It was back when nurses wore those white dresses, nursing caps, white hose and shoes. She turned me on every time I saw her wearing it. But, she also turned me on when she wore anything. I would do the little repairs that husbands generally were expected to do around a house. At night, the routine evolved. My desk sat at the window looking across at her window. She would undress at night with the curtain open then turn off the light. Because I was sitting at my desk with lights on in my room, I knew she saw me.
In the spring, she asked me if I could help her move furniture. She rearranged her bedroom placing the bed parallel to the wall that had the window facing mine. I had a baseball game so left right after we finished. Before leaving she said it was nice to have a man around. Nice!
Immediately I saw a change in things. At night, she would turn the light on. She would remove her outer clothes then sit on the edge of the window facing my window and would remove her bra and panties, stand up ant put on her night gown.. it was the first time I saw her totally naked in such a clear view. She had a nice patch of brown pussy hair. It was the first woman I had seen in the flesh besides my mother.
If she was still wearing her nurse uniform, it was even better. She would stand ant unbutton it then remove it, then her slip. She wore white stockings held up with garters. She sat on the bed and looked across at my window and unsnapped the catch and slowly pulled the stocking off her leg. It was like the scene in “The Graduate”. Mrs. Gunning, are you trying to seduce me? By late May, I had gotten the courage to stand and play with my hard cock as she undressed.
I went to summer summer camp for a month and thought of her every night as I lay on my cot in the tent. I returned home the Sunday following the 4th of July. When I went over, I saw an immediate change in her. She was not wearing the normal cotton mommy bra but was wearing one with the straps set wide on the outer edge of the cups. It allowed a plunge revealing more of her breasts. And, she had not buttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
She had two doors with top hinges that had bad screws and asked if I could fix them. I get wood glue and glued toothpicks in the screw holes. I asked her if she had large screws.
”Not in a long time.”
The signals were there but I lacked the courage to act. That would change.
i was leaving for prep school in August and told her to make a ‘to do’ list and I would try to finish everything before I left.
The last Saturday before I left, she asked me to come over at noon. Her three boys would be with her ex. She wanted to clean her kitchen and asked me to move her stove and refrigerator. She was not wearing her usual blouses. Instead, she wore a Tee shirt. It was obvious she wore no bra as her nipples clearly pressed against the cloth. I pulled the things out and she got down with a brush and sponge and cleaned the floor and wall.lled I put things back. She put away the cleaning supplies and said she needed help upstairs and was glistening with sweat.
She said she needed help in her bedroom so I followed her up the stairs. She stopped in front of her bathroom door and said we needed to shower off. She pulled her shirt off revealing what I saw at 80’ across the yard. Her nipples were pink and like the tip on a little finger. The pink skin around them was puckered up. And there was not much sag in her breasts. She took my shirt off and told me to undress as she pulled her slacks and panties off. My cock sprang out. I was primed as I had been thinking about this for a year.
We showered for a moment before she got on her knees and took me in her mouth. I did not last but a couple of minutes before I exploded. Most went in her mouth until she pulled back and took the rest on her chest. She stood and we kissed. I could taste my cum in her mouth. She washed herself then me, we rinsed off and got out and dried each other off.
She motioned me to follow her. She got on her bed where I joined her. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing with each other and probing each other’s mouths. I sucked her nipples as she held her breasts to my mouth. Somehow, they seemed to get even harder. So did I.
she got on her back and I got on top of her. She guided my cock, one that knew only the palm on my hand, into the opening of her tight pussy and pushed up against me taking me inside her body a little bit. We pulled apart and pressed again. It took several of those for me to get inside even though she was so wet it felt like she pissed on herself. We found a rhythm with her pushing up as I pushed down. Her legs wrapped around my upper legs, her nails dug into my back. She said she was getting close and to not stop. I had no clue what she was talking about but kept on doing what I was doing to take her where she said she was going.
She grunted and I felt her pussy gripping my cock in pulses. I let loose my climax and she pulled me closer. When her grip loosened, I pulled out of her. She got out of bed to clean up, grabbed our clothes and tossed them in the washing machine in the hall to rinse them. She came back in and licked my soft cock before wiping me with a damp hand cloth. She got up, went out and tossed our things in the dryer and returned to her bed.
We kissed, caressed, fingered, talked. I got hard again.
She repositioned the pillows placing them against her headboard and told me to move back and lay against them. Once repositioned, she moved straddling my legs, reached back, and guided my cock inside her. I slid in easily as she took control. Nothing she said as we fucked made sense; she was either talking in tongues or a language I had never heard before.
I sucked one nipple as my other hand held to opposite breast. She loved having them squeezed and her nipples gently bit. She pushed down on me hard until my cock could seem to go no deeper except that I knew I was not fully inside her pussy. She pushed harder and I felt her give deep inside. She sort of screamed and really started jumping except she did not pull up as much as before. The sounds of wet skin against wet skin got noticeable. She pushed her nipple into my mouth and grunted with her hips moving back and forth grinding against me. Then I felt it again.
Her pussy clamped on my cock and pulsed. She breasts seemed to get larger, the skin of her chest reddened, her pussy felt thicker, she began a deep moaning sound. My own body signaled I was getting ready to cum.
And, cum I did. It was my third in the three hours we had shared intimacy.
We laid there with my cock feeling like it was being clamped by her pussy as it did not shrink and slip out of her. We just held each other, body against each other, breasts to my chest. After a while, she began to move away and the head of my cock seemed to be gripped deep inside her pussy. She released me and I was out of her. She got between my legs and licked me off then kissed me and said I was going to make a woman very happy in bed when I was older.
We showered again. She toweled me off. I got dressed, kissed her good bye and headed for home. Before leaving, I said I would look forward to December when I came home at the end of the fall semester.
Just before Thanksgiving, I received a letter from my mom. She shared the news about things back home ending with her telling me that Mrs. G had moved out of town. A friend at the hospital said that Mrs. G left for personal reasons adding she was pregnant.
i felt empty.
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