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The Mistress
by Kellis

Winter, 2007


Part 1 of 4


It was my favorite jack-off spot: just under the top of Cardiff Hill, a
nice level patch of grass surrounded by shoulder-high bushes.  If I 
squatted down below the top of the bushes, nobody could see me, and the
afternoon sun felt good on my naked body -- except in the summer.  But 
then school would be out so I would come in the morning and let the 
breeze cool my sweat, which I made lots of for the second squish.

I had discovered the spot a couple years before when I was ten, just a 
kid.  I went there then to play eagle and look down on the valley, the 
way an eagle would, and also to read books Mom let me borrow from the 
library.  It was my private aerie.  I thought of it immediately when 
Vernon Croft took hold of my dick through the front of my britches and 
showed me how to jack off.  I was jacking off there one afternoon the 
first time I squished and wet my pants leg.  Vernon had warned me of 
it, so I didn't worry but always after that I took off my pants.  This 
year I'd begun taking everything off, even sometimes in winter.  It 
was hard to believe anything could make it nicer, but total nakedness 
did, especially for the second squish.

I'd managed to squish three times in one visit, but the third time 
really takes forever.

Oh, I still jacked off every night in bed.  Who wouldn't?  I was naked 
there too.  I'd done it in every room of our little house with some 
toilet paper folded in my hand, even on Mom's bed while she was banging 
pots in the kitchen.  That was funny.  She heard the bed shaking and 
wanted to know what I was doing.  I said, "Scratching."  She said, "Must 
be a terrible itch!"  Oh, it was!  But once was enough in her bedroom.

Nothing compared to squishing in my aerie.  I loved to play with my dick
while the birds were trilling and bees buzzing, especially in the spring
when the sun warmed me just right.  I'd keep stroking and pulling the 
endskin even when the good feeling hadn't started.  I loved my aerie.

But then I found out it wasn't mine.


* * *


Today was Wednesday, May 7, 1947.  I knew I'd want to remember this 
date.

I climbed the hill right after school let out.  The air was a bit cool 
but I knew the sun would be perfect.  I took off my clothes, every 
stitch as usual, shoes and socks too, and folded them on top of my 
books.  Best not to get them dirty because washday wasn't till Saturday.

My dick was already half stiff in anticipation.  I lay down on my back 
in the center of the grass, spread my legs apart as far as they would 
go, pointed my toes and began to squeeze my balls.  I'd learned if you 
play with them a little first, being careful not to pinch, the good 
feeling will start even before you touch the thriller.  But you can't 
stand to wait too long.

When the real meat was stiff as a fried sausage, I took it in my fist 
and began to pump, slow at first but speeding up.  In no time the first
squish came, just a dribble, then a squirt that arched over my chest and
landed on my shoulder with weaker squirts that mostly hit my belly.  The
first squish is always a lot, and I hadn't made one since last night.

It was so good!  But it lasted only a few seconds.  Why does that 
wonderful feeling have to quit so soon?  God is stingy with his gifts.

One time last fall I managed a second squish pretty quickly.  Today I 
pulled up my knees and relaxed but kept hold of my meat just in case.  
The light breeze felt good and so did the warm sun.  My belly and 
shoulder were wet, but I knew from experience if you let the stuff dry 
you can rub it off and it doesn't stink.  So I lay there, playing with 
my dick, mainly pulling on the endskin, waiting to feel a throb of 
renewed goodness.

"Would you like some help with that?"

It was an adult voice, pitched halfway between a man and a woman, 
moderately loud.  It jerked me up on my feet, intending to dash down 
the hill, but after a couple steps I realized I was naked and about to 
abandon clothing and books.  Still in motion, I spun around, stumbled 
and fell on my butt.  I was blushing down to my belly and I'm sure my 
face was a spectacle.

A large woman sat on a chair-sized boulder at the up-hill end of the 
grass.  She wore black high-top shoes with long green stockings, a 
pleated tartan skirt tucked primly below her knees, a green jacket over
a white blouse and a brown hat with a wide brim.  Where did she come 
from?  How long had she been there?  Her face was wrinkled around the 
eyes but she was smiling.

"Please don't be frightened," she added.  "I mean you absolutely no 
harm, not now and not later."

"Ah, gah ..."  Tongue-tied, I could only cross my hands over my 
still-stiff dick.

"Come on back and sit down.  Get dressed if you wish, though I'd rather
you didn't."  She opened a small purse on her lap and took out a 
Butterfinger bar.  "Would you like some candy?"

Candy is sparse in my life.  My mouth watered at the thought.  But 
something else was more important.

"Did you ... did you see what, ah ..."

"What you were doing?"  Her smile widened.  Her top teeth were straight
and white but the bottom teeth were crooked.  "Oh, yes, and I thought it
was very well done."

"I mean ... jacking off."

She nodded.  "That's one name for it among boys.  It has other names, 
more amusing and ironic."

"Ironic?"  I had read enough to recognize the word.

"How about 'self abuse?'  Would you believe some people would think you
were abusing your cock?"

"'Cock?'"  I uncovered my dick and raised my eyebrows inquiringly.

She nodded.  "That's your cock.  Still standing, how wonderful!  What do
_you_ call it?"

"My dick."

"Another common name for it, though I believe _cock_ has the better 
claim."  Her eyes sparkled.  "How did you learn to play with it?"

"Vernon -- ah, my friend showed me how."

"Vernon, eh?  Was he an older man?  Not your uncle or you would have 
called him that."

"A boy at school."

"Of course.  What did Vernon do to you?"

"He ... pumped me through my pants."

"Ah, yes.  One of the few male advantages."

"Advantages?"

"To get a female started requires more precise access."  Her long 
fingernails ripped open the paper wrapping of the Butterfinger.  She bit
the tip off the exposed bar and said with her lips spraying gold 
particles, "This candy tastes good.  Come and share it with me."

I loved peanut butter and chocolate.  And her talk was fascinating.  I 
drew near but hesitated.  Why didn't my nakedness outrage her?  What did 
she want?

She raised the candy toward me and grinned.  "Have a bite of this.  I 
promise not to bite _you_."

I reached for the candy but she shook her head.  "No, bend over and open
your mouth."

Suddenly I had to have that candy!  But first I went to tiptoes and 
looked all around.  Fleecy clouds laced the sky.  Otherwise I saw only 
grass, bushes, boulders on top of the hill and the seated woman.

She chuckled.  Her jacketed arm slipped around my buttocks and pulled me
to her side.  "Of course we're alone.  Do you think I'd let anyone see 
me talking to a naked boy, even one as pretty as you?"

I was fixed on the candy.  Smelling the rich chocolate aroma, I bent 
over her hand.  She thrust it into my mouth so I could bite off an inch
or two.  Heaven!

The remainder of the candy bar, still mostly covered in paper, went back
in her purse, the purse to the ground beside her.  She spread her legs 
and pulled her skirt up over pale knees.  Her freed hand went behind my
thighs.  She actually lifted me off the ground and sat my bare rump on 
one of her skirted legs with my own legs falling between hers.  The last
time Mom tried that she had groaned and said I was getting pretty heavy,
but this woman was bigger than Mom.

Her voice softened.  "I don't know your name, my dear, and you don't 
know mine, which is good for both of us.  I shall call you Narcissus, 
because you evidently love yourself very well.  Do you know the story of
Narcissus?"

I shook my head, still chewing vigorously.

"He was so pretty he fell in love with his own reflection.  You're that
pretty, but I think loving your cock is healthier."

No one ever called me pretty.  I blinked at her and she smiled.  At this
distance I could see fine white hair on her upper lip.  Her eyes were 
bright green.  She was older than Mom and not nearly as pretty, which 
made me doubt her opinion about me, but her eyes got your attention.

"With this fine May weather I've been coming up here and sitting among 
these rocks for the last several days.  I used to come here when I was 
your age -- are you twelve yet?"

"Yes'm," I mumbled through the candy.  "Last week."

"Many years ago the boy next door showed me this place."  She chuckled 
reminiscently.  "We also decided nudity was the right costume here."

I puzzled out the meaning of that.  "You both got naked?"

"As jaybirds, which led of course to appropriate behavior."

I imagined them jacking off.  "How do girls do it?"

She chuckled.  "We humped like minxes, you know.  God, it was sweet!"

_Humped_?  Mom would say to me, "Hump out that flower bed."  I 
understood it to mean a lot of work.

She sighed.  "I thought those days were gone forever."  Her lips curled
in a half-smile and her eyelids drooped.  "Can you imagine my surprise 
when I found a naked lad in my fairy ring?"

I gulped.  "Your ... fairy ring?"

She gestured.  "The bushes make a sort of ring, don't you think?  What's
your name for it?"

"Eagle's aerie."

"And you're the eagle, no doubt: how masculine!  Appropriate to this 
sweet thing."  As she said that, her hand dipped between my legs and 
took my almost soft ... _cock_ ... between thumb and forefinger.  I 
flinched back but managed to stop before jerking it out of contact.

"Do you know, this is exactly like the one I played with here so long 
ago, even to the little nipple-shape of the foreskin when it extends 
beyond the knob."  She peeled the endskin -- _foreskin?_ -- back and 
exposed the purple end.

I felt a thrill.

She must have noticed the pulse.  "Of course you like this."

I swallowed the last of the candy and managed to ask, "When did you 
first see me here?"

She smiled, "The first day I came you were already here.  I think you 
didn't hear me because you were about to come.  I stood beside that 
boulder with my mouth fallen open, watching as you furiously beat your 
meat -- boys still call it _meat_, don't they? -- until the spunk 
sprayed from your fist.  You worked much harder than just now for much 
less juice.  It must have been your second time that day."

At my wondering stare she chuckled.  "Yes, I know a boy must fight 
harder for his second climax, which is a disadvantage of boys compared 
to girls.

"In any case you fell asleep.  I laid myself over the boulder to watch 
you and fell asleep myself.  When I woke, you were gone and I wondered 
if I had dreamed it."

She smiled.  "I came earlier the next day.  A few minutes later you 
passed through the bushes, whistling a tune.  I shrank down behind my 
boulder, but you never looked around.  You must feel confident of your 
isolation."  She grinned.  "Until now, eh?"

Her fingers were making mild thrills.  My cock was hard again.  She 
continued to work the foreskin over the knob.  "I watched you come 
twice, remembering other afternoons here, over 30 years ago.  That was 
yesterday.  Today I was again first and you put on another pretty show."

She leaned down and licked my right shoulder where the squish had 
landed.  I almost flinched back.

"My, yes!" she breathed, wetting her lips.  "How I learned to love that
taste!  Narcissus -- may I call you Narcy? -- would you mind very much 
helping me relive my youth?"

Her slow stroking felt good.  For sure I didn't want it to stop, but I 
was always a little cautious.  "What would I have to do?"

"For a boy brave enough to jack off naked on a hill every day, I doubt 
you'll be at all sorry."

"Can you ... show me?"

"With pleasure."  Her hands grasped my hipbones and lifted me off her 
leg to stand directly before her, my cock just below her chin.  To my 
absolute astonishment she slurped it straight into her mouth!

Now the thrill was one of fear!  My hands caught her head and pushed it
back.  "Don't --  Don't --" I began.

Her mouth opened wider in a peal of laughter.  "Oh, Narcy, did you think
I was going to eat you alive?"

"Ah, ah --"

"What I'm going to do is suck on your cock.  Surely you know about 
blowjobs!"

"N-no!"

Her lips parted in disbelief.  "What kind of school do you attend where
the boys don't talk of cocksucking?"

"Nobody talks much."

"Not even at recess?"

I shrugged.  "No recess.  It's a half-day school."

She shook her head.  "Even so!"  Her hands went to her head, pulled a 
few pins and removed her hat.  Dark brown hair fell over her ears, 
lustrous in the sunlight.  Next she shrugged out of her green jacket and
laid both garments upon the grass.  For the first time I noticed that 
she had a _lot_ of bosom.

"This work can get hot," she said with a grin, again catching my hip.  
"Now hold still and let me introduce you to something you will certainly
love."

"It won't hurt?"

"Narcy, I promise you that only one thing ever feels better."

Without waiting for my permission she took my cock back into her mouth.
I tensed up but she was right: it didn't hurt at all.  She let it slide
mostly back out of her mouth, looked up at me with a twinkle and pushed
the foreskin back using only her pursed lips.  I shivered at a powerful
thrill when the knob passed between them.  Her rough tongue stroked the
bottom and I shivered again.  Her cheeks went hollow and she sucked it 
in until her nose bumped my belly.  I felt like I was melting.  I 
couldn't believe the sweetness!  In its own way it was better than the 
candy, much better.

Her hands stroked my hips and butt cheeks until one dipped under her 
chin and squeezed my balls, rolling them in her fingers.

Today the second squish would be quick.  I thought it was only fair to 
warn her.  "I'm about to ... do it in your mouth."

She blinked and made a giggling sound through her nose.  She thought my
threat was funny and didn't stop sucking at all.  So I began to squish 
out my juice.  It was strange not to see where it went, but, golly, 
nothing ever felt so good in my whole life!

I found out why the best feeling has to be short.  My knees got weak.  
My hands had fallen to her shoulders.  Now my weight was on them.  She 
must have guessed what I was feeling.  Her hands under my buttocks and 
behind my balls helped me stand -- kept my dick from pulling out of her
mouth.

All I could think of was that lovely, lovely thrill in my dick -- until
it began to hurt.  You feel that mix of pleasure and pain if you keep 
beating hard after a squish, but this was much worse.  It made me 
squeal.  My hands caught her head to push her back.  But her arms went 
around my butt and held me against her mouth.  She quit sucking, at 
least, or I think I would have passed out.  She only let my dick lie on
her tongue until I quit moaning.

At last she opened lips and arms to release me.  I stumbled back and 
stared at her.  Somehow I was short of breath.  She stuck out a 
surprisingly long tongue that she had formed like a spoon.  The bowl of
it was full of the white stuff I had left in her mouth.  I thought of it
in my own mouth and nearly gagged.  It made my knees weaker.  I just 
flopped down on the grass.

She laughed through her still open mouth, I guess at my expression.  She
closed her lips and swallowed hard, putting her head forward, then 
reopened them and stuck out a dry tongue.  This time I couldn't suppress
a slight gag.

She grinned wide.  "What's the matter, Narcy?  I can't believe you never
tasted it."

I shivered.

She looked surprised.  "Were you never curious?"

"I never tasted my pee either."

"Why not?"

I'm sure my eyes goggled.  "It _stinks_!"

She chuckled.  "Not after a few beers.  You probably won't like 
champagne either."  She took a breath.  "Spunk and pee have almost 
nothing in common, aside from their use of the same eye."

I understood she meant the slit in the dick end, but _eye_?

She was still talking.  "They look different, smell different and taste
different.  A woman can learn to love spunk, especially the youthful 
variety, like _malassol_ caviar.  Even a girl can!  I did, as a girl..."

Her eyes went distant until she shook herself.  "Well, Narcy, what did 
you think of your first blowjob?"

I tried to be honest.  "Nothing was ever so, so ..."

She smiled.  "Can't find the words?"

"_Sweet_, I guess."  Her pale knees were apart.  She must have seen my 
eyes intent under the hiked-back skirt.  If so she ignored them.  She 
wore white panties.  In her groin curly black hairs pushed out from the
edges.

She nodded.  "It's an ineffable experience, but you put it rather well.
One doesn't forget her first tonguing.  I do so remember mine.  It 
happened right about where you're sitting."

"'Tonguing?'  Is that another name for it?"

"For girls."

"Can you suck girls?"  I didn't think they had cocks.

"You _lick_ girls.  Sucking their little nubs is far too intense, except
at climax."

"N-nubs?"

She smiled indulgently but glanced at her wristwatch and became serious.
"I have to go, Narcy.  If you meet me here tomorrow I'll show you a 
nub."

Her elbow was resting on her knee.  I caught that hand in mine.  "Can't
you stay longer?"

"Why, Narcy," she breathed, "I think you enjoy my company!"

"Oh, I do!"

She chuckled.  "That pleases me.  You are a sweet lad as well as pretty.
But I'm sure you know about appointments."  She laughed, eyes sparkling.
"I won't have time to brush my teeth.  I'll be sure to breath out when 
the minister kisses my cheek!"

So he could smell ... my juice?

She laughed harder.  "Does that idea amuse you, Narcy?  If I know that 
old rake, and I do, he'd prefer to sniff at the source."

"He'd like to ... smell my cock?"

"Oh, yes, before and after he sucked it dry."

I goggled at her.  _Men_ suck cocks?

But she was standing up.  I asked quickly, "Who _are_ you?"

She thought about it and grinned.  "Give me a name when you meet me 
tomorrow."

I smiled back because the idea tickled me.  She slipped into her jacket
and pinned the hat atop her head.  She threw out a hip toward me.  "Am I
presentable, Narcy?  Any white streaks on my chin?"

"No ... ma'am."

"Good.  I always hate to lose what a man gives.  Stand up and kiss me."

At first I didn't want to.  Some of the juice from my pee-hole might 
still be on her lips!  But when I got to my feet, meaning to let her 
kiss my cheek, she pulled me strongly into her soft bosom, took my head
in her hands and clamped her open mouth over mine.  Being a little 
taller than I, she pulled me up on tiptoes.  Before I realized it her 
tongue had pushed in and was stroking mine!  At first I almost gagged, 
though the tongue was tasteless, but somehow it gave my dick a thrill.
My tongue began to stroke back.  I was suddenly aware of her pillowy 
chest.  Her hand caught my almost hard dick and pumped it a few times 
before she finally backed away.

She was breathing faster.  She shook her head, still pumping my dick.  
"Ah, Narcy, you don't know how I hate to leave you!"

I put my arms around her shoulders.  "Then don't."

"I must."  She twisted away but paused long enough to take the candy 
remains from her purse.  "Here, to show how much I like you."

I mumbled thanks and added, looking down, "I wish I could give you 
something."

"You will tomorrow."  As she left, she said over her shoulder, "Do meet
me.  I'm counting on it."

"I'll be here!" I said definitely.

I followed her to the crest and watched her start to descend before 
remembering I was naked and exposed.  By the time I had thrown on my 
clothes she had vanished in the trees that grow up most of that side of
the hill.


* * *


At supper Mom said, "I need to talk to you, Frank."

I had been wondering how to talk to _her_.  "Okay."

"Your father's insurance has kept us going since the war, but it's about
run out.  I mean to apply for a job."

"A job?"

She heaved a sigh.  "But I have no special skill.  I can't type or take
shorthand.  The only thing open around here now that the war factories 
are closed is domestic service."

"What would you do?"

"Maybe cook for someone.  Maybe keep house.  I do have two years of 
college."

I thought about it.  "Will we have to move?"

"Probably.  The upkeep on this place is too much anyway."

We had recently replaced the roof.  I put my hand over hers.  "Whatever
you have to do, Mom."

She nodded.  "I was sure you wouldn't mind.  You might even get a better
school."

"Okay."

"Friday afternoon I have my first interview appointment.  I want you to 
go with me."

I blinked.  "Will I get a job too?"

She smiled.  "I don't think so.  Taking you with me will show how much I
need the job and how seriously I'll do it."

"It will?"

"Yes.  You must be on your best behavior."

"Okay."

She continued to eat.  After a bit I asked, "Do you know any women 
around here older than you?"

"Lot's of them."

"With green eyes?"

"That's an unusual color."  She thought a moment.  "There's Mrs. 
Paulson, the grocer's wife."

I knew the woman behind the counter at Paulson's.  She did have green 
eyes.  "Besides her."

"If I think of someone I'll let you know.  What's your interest in this
green-eyed woman?"  Her eyes twinkled.  "I thought you'd soon run into 
girls and turn their eyes green."

"Girls?" I repeated speculatively.  I had finally understood that what 
happened this afternoon was _sex_ -- with a grown woman in her forties 
if 30 years ago she was twelve.  When I had thought of it, maybe once or
twice, I too had expected my first time to be with a girl, one about my
own age.

Had I done something wrong?  Not that _I_ had done much of anything.  
The pang of guilt died aborning.

"Who is this woman?"

I shrugged.  "I forgot to get her name."

Mom stared at me for a long moment.  "I never asked you, John.  Where 
_do_ you go in the afternoon?"

"But I've told you.  Up Cardiff Hill.  It's a good place to read."

"Well, I hope you didn't meet your green-eyed woman up there."

I managed to join her chuckle.


* * *


I dreamed of her that night: green eyes that found my juice so amusing.
_Spunk_, she called it.  She had given me several new ideas.  Where do 
girls keep these _nubs_ you lick instead of suck?  In my dreams I licked
her nose and sucked the snot.  Instead of disgusting me it made me 
tingle.  In the morning my sheet was a mess.  I didn't know dream sex 
could make spunk!


End Part 1 of 4
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