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A Boy's Dream Come True - Chapter 2
mF
Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Piv, 1st, Tears
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What is a ten year old supposed to do when he is little more than an
unwanted dweeb and nobody is around to play with on the first day of
summer? The only person willing to be a friend was somebody that the
fifth grade boy hadn't expected nor could have imagined, the mother of
a schoolmate that also had a strong need for a friend at a weak moment.
I never could have imagined the glories I would experience that first
week, growing from a naive and innocent little boy into an experienced
and hungry pre-adult, sexually insatiable and lacking the intelligence
to understand how dangerous this really could have been.
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Continued from Chapter 1 . . .
I climbed out of her car on the same side as she did, held her hand and
walked as stately into the grocery store with her as ever before. We
entered the very same store that my mom would practically have to drag
me into. This time, I wanted to be with this lovely lady, my mature
older lover, my big girlfriend, my sweetheart, Angela.
I didn't know what a real lover was at the time, but somehow knew we'd
established the type of relationship that might someday be considered
very special. I'd heard the word 'lover' used before, referring to a
mistress and secretary, or a girl about to be married. I could only
assume Missus Masters felt the same way about me as I did about her
right then.
After collecting a wire mesh basket and ambling down the first aisle, I
felt her free hand push under my arm, tugging me slightly toward her as
she carefully examined some obscure grocery item.
"What do you think of this, Carol? Have you ever eaten sauteed
mushrooms before?"
I shook my head side to side, unaware of any previous meal that involved
small whole mushrooms. The only time I ever heard of them being used
before today was on pizza with lots of pepperoni and cheese.
Missus Masters collected a small basket of goodies, including fresh
potatoes, two small round steaks called filet mignon (I'd heard of them
but didn't know just how romantic it could be to share them with
somebody special), corn, and a few other items. As we made our way down
the last few aisles, one of her acquaintances saw Missus Masters and
stopped us, both of them gleefully hugging, exchanging smiles and warm
words.
"Well, HIIII, Angela! I haven't seen you in so long. How are you,
Sweetie?"
"I'm doing very well, thank you Carmen. How about Randy and the kids?
Are they well?"
"Oh, they're fine. By the way, I don't remember your son having glasses
and dark hair."
"This isn't my son. This is my new boyfriend, Carol. He's visiting me
this afternoon and wanted to come with me to the grocery store while I
picked out dinner."
"Well, hello there, Carol. Aren't you the lucky fella to be Angela's
new boyfriend."
"Hello."
"Carol's been the perfect afternoon company for me. We've visited and
talked and been like two peas in a pod for hours. If I'm really lucky,
he'll keep me company while my guys are away."
"Oh really? Where are Bill and Billy?"
"They went on one of those sponsored camping trips that lasts way too
long for my tastes. They're probably rubbing two sticks together to
make a fire and hunting bears or something like that. I know how much
they love to do that silly outdoors stuff and had absolutely no desire
to tag along. Ever since my handsome young Carol came by, I've been
perfectly content to stay at home and visit with him."
"My, my! Isn't he the lucky one to keep you company."
In the background, we heard a number being called by the butcher,
indicative of some special meat-counter order ready for pickup. Missus
Masters' friend was the first in line and ready to collect her order.
"Number twenty three, your meat order is ready."
"Oooops! That's mine, Angela. Gotta run. You two have fun this
evening."
"Bye Carmen."
Missus Masters was smiling the whole time we ventured to her last
unspoken destination, the dairy case. Without my awareness, I was about
to be rewarded for being such a welcome guest in her house.
"Carol? What's your favorite flavor of ice cream, Honey?"
"My favorite flavor?"
"Mmm hmmm!"
"Peppermint vanilla!"
"Peppermint vanilla it is then!"
My luck was truly running quite differently today, because there were
three half gallons of my beloved dessert still in the freezer case.
Missus Masters retrieved one, put it in her basket and then put her arm
around me yet again, tugging me along with her toward the checkout
lanes.
We made it all the way back to her car without another word, my heart
beating wildly and her thoughts unspoken. Whatever mysteries life had
in store for both of us were to remain just that, mysterious.
This time, Missus Masters directed me and her single bag of groceries to
the passenger side of her car, opened the door and put the bag down on
the floor. Not needing any direction, I climbed in right after she let
the bag go, assuming my butt was supposed to occupy the far right side
of the wide bench seat.
Once I was inside and the door was closed, I was certain my assumption
was correct, my small frame to occupy a portion of her car seat far
enough away that I didn't jeopardize her modesty or safety on our return
journey.
After she climbed in and set her purse to the floor between us, she
smiled at me and put the key into the ignition, started her car and
backed out of the parking space. I tried not to appear too distressed,
accepting what we'd shared and I'd seen as a once in a lifetime event,
never to be repeated and certainly, not to be spoken of.
Once we were on the road away from the grocery store, she set her hand
to the seat right next to her and gently patted it, nonverbally
indicating that I was to occupy the space that she was quietly
protecting. I was nervous but didn't hesitate more than a second,
shifting over to my left without kicking the bag of groceries or
knocking her purse over.
Instead of sitting mindlessly and driving us toward our next
destination, Missus Masters hooked her right arm around my shoulder and
tugged me tight to her body, squeezing me quite a bit harder than she
had the last time we were sitting here. Then, as if to provide me with
just the sort of invitation that all horny young boys need, she fanned
her face and clued me into her thoughts.
"My gosh it's hot today. You don't mind if I open the vent again, do
you Honey?"
"No."
As before, a rush of air blew up from the floorboard between her feet,
the warm air not providing much relief. I wanted to repeat my earlier
act of support for her by working her skirt up her legs, but wasn't
altogether certain she'd approve. I waited for about half a minute,
expecting my courage to return, but I was so anxious and frightened, I
never assumed nearly as commanding a role as before.
"Mercy! I sure wish it were a little bit cooler today."
I watched as Missus Masters used her left hand to grasp the hem of her
skirt and flick it up and down along her knees, attempting to fan her
full thighs by shifting her skirt a few times. Once she felt sure I was
reluctant to assume as dominant a role as I had earlier, she shifted her
left hand to the steering wheel and lowered her right to my left hand,
gently gripping it a couple of times and letting it rest against her
right thigh. It was the only hint I was going to get, and if I didn't
act on her suggestion, I'd most likely have lost any chance at gently
caressing the softness of her legs.
After my left hand came to rest along her full right thigh outside her
skirt, I began to use the tips of my fingers to gently fondle her
clothing covered leg. She could feel my short digits nervously
exploring and anxiously requesting a return journey to her bare skin and
took pity on me, smiling as she drove toward yet another unspoken
destination.
"Would you like to help cool my legs off, Carol? I'd sure appreciate it
if you would."
Strangely, I was much more nervous this time, reaching down to the hem
of her skirt and tugging it upward until it was only halfway up her
thighs.
"You can tug it higher if you want to Sugar. My legs are still kinda
hot."
That was all the invitation I needed, both of my hands now required to
carefully work her skirt as far up her legs as I could get it without
disturbing her need to drive safely.
Yet again, I hungrily stared at her stocking covered legs and the tender
area of soft skin that remained uncovered between the top edge of her
leg coverings and her panties.
"Missus Masters?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Would you mind if I touched your leg a tiny bit?"
"Not at all, Sugar. You're very gentle and the way you touch me makes
me feel very nice."
I watched anxiously as my left hand ventured across the fullness of her
stocking covered legs, wiggling the tips of my digits between her thighs
and being granted access without any further polite solicitation. I
desperately needed to just shift my palm all the way up her thigh and
work my fingers as far down the smoothness of her soft skin between her
legs until I could again feel her panties with the outside of my index
finger. Fear had a greater effect on me for some reason than modesty or
hormones. That is, until my ears heard words that urged me to journey
on toward Heaven.
"We're only about ten blocks from home, Sweetie. You better hurry. I
don't mind if you want to touch me for just a minute or two before we
get back."
That's all she said, and that's all she needed to say.
With this new awareness, my fingers kept going higher and higher, until
they finally felt the wonderous warmth of her bare leg right next to her
white panties. This time, instead of allowing my hand to remain still,
I shifted my digits further and further between her legs until I could
feel the seat with the tips of my fingers, pulling my hand back and
squeezing her hot flesh right next to her panties, the outside of my
pinky finger running along the dampness of her white cotton panties.
Missus Masters sucked in a deep breath and then let out a high pitched
whimper, her legs tightening up slightly and then relaxing, permitting
me to repeat the exercise should I be brave enough. Her left knee
shifted slightly closer to the driver door which gave me a bit more
room, so once again my hand went down along the inside of her right
thigh as she let out a soft moan.
This time, as I withdrew my grasp, I allowed my left pinky finger to rub
up against her soft panties even harder, the rubbery feel of her trickle
accepting the slightest inward expression of curiosity. I even turned
my hand slightly and cupped her whole peepee like I did before, this
time with a pair of panties in my way of Heaven. The horny young mother
was perfectly willing to tolerate the naive explorations of an ten year
old boy from her own son's school, my small hand going up and down the
fullness of her cunny as she slowly drove to some unrevealed location.
Even with my hand gently rubbing and touching Missus Masters as much as
I wanted to without being made me stop, I still felt very nervous, my
hand remaining on the outside of her panties, rather than go venturing
deep inside her underpants while she was driving.
And then it was over far too soon, her voice encouraging me to return
her to proper public decency, an obvious tremor telling me that I may
have scared her a little bit.
"We're almost there, Sugar. Mmmmmmm . . . please pull my skirt down
like a good boy, okay? Thank you, Carol."
Her skirt was returned to it's previous location, the hem slightly
covering her knees and the image of her lovely panties and thighs
absent. That didn't stop me from running my left hand back and forth
over her lap, my fingers dipping slightly between her legs once she let
her left leg shift outward again. Unfortunately, her skirt prevented me
from actually doing any real harm, the only real accomplishment being
the sensation of my hand along her thighs.
When the car stopped, she let out a deep sigh and then turned to look at
me, smiling at me with a more relaxed and somewhat disappointed
expression. I wasn't sure why she'd look at me like that until I peeked
over the dashboard. We were at my house, not hers.
After all this time, she had in fact taken me back home, our adventures
now at an end.
"Come on, Sweetie. I need to introduce myself to your mom and dad."
What we didn't know was the recent arrival of my father from work, my
mother back from her adventures and both of them discussing some recent
unpleasant event that would need their personal attention.
"We can't stay long, Sugar. I've got some special ice cream in the car
for when you get to come back over and see me again so we can visit,
okay?"
"Sure! Come on in, Missus Masters."
As soon as the front door was opened, I called to my folks to let them
know that we had an unexpected but welcome guest.
"Mommmm! Dahhhd!"
"Back here Carol."
Missus Masters waited in the front entryway as I ran to the back of the
house, the woman much more nervous than she needed to be.
When I brought my folks to the front room, they eagerly greeted my new
friend, smiling and shaking her hand. For the next minute, they all
shared lots of comfortable banter as I waited for my chance to tell my
folks that I'd spent the better part of the day at Billy's house.
My dad stopped chatting with Missus Masters and tugged me to the side
while my mom and my new girlfriend kept talking, his expression cluing
me into something that might not be quite as pleasant as the last few
hours had been with Missus Masters.
"Son, my Aunt Sophie died this morning and we're gonna need to go out of
town for a few days. I know you don't like to go to funerals and all
that, so I'm going to ask you to do something for me and your mom. Is
there a friend you can stay with for about a week? It has to be someone
that is responsible and whose parents will be willing to watch over you
until we get back."
I felt a combination of fear and trepidation, since the only person that
even slightly tolerated my presence was Billy, and he was off with his
dad camping. Most likely, I'd have to hurriedly pack a small suitcase
and go with my folks to some boring and horribly depressing family
gathering.
"Do you think your friend Billy's parents would let you spend the night
at his house until we get back, Carol? He's one of your close friends,
isn't he?"
My nod confirmed what my mom and dad already knew, that Billy was
probably the only person that might accept my intrusion for a few days,
if he was home.
Missus Masters and my mom were also discussing the recent passing of my
dad's oldest aunt, their plans finally being shared once my dad was
called back to their presence.
"Arthur, Angela Masters, Billy's mom said she'd love to watch over Carol
until we get back. She said she just came back from the grocery store
and has all the fixings needed for a nice dinner, including one of
Carol's favorite desserts."
"Really? Aren't we fortunate she was kind enough to bring our son home
at the right time. Carol? Go and pack a small suitcase with some
clothes, your bathroom supplies and a book or two and hurry back."
"Yes Sir!"
I had never stuffed my personal belongings into a suitcase so quickly, a
mess made of my clothes in the valise like none before. With a tight
hug from my mom and a pat on the head from my dad, I was holding Missus
Masters' hand as we walked back to her car.
After my suitcase was carefully loaded into the back seat, I was again
urged to take the far right side of the front seat and then we were off.
I watched everything Missus Masters did for the next two blocks, her
expression never letting me know what she was thinking. Once she had
turned a corner and headed further away from my parents' house, I saw a
smile form on her face.
The moment her right hand came off the steering wheel and patted the
seat directly beside her full and sexy right thigh, I almost burst out
in an exalted wail. Not wanting to ruin an already tender relationship,
I carefully shifted over closer to my new girlfriend, put my left hand
on her lap where I'd touched her before and looked up into her face.
As soon as she nodded, I knew what I'd be permitted to do.
Looking over the edge of the dashboard briefly, I shifted my left hand
to the bottom hem of her skirt and began to tug it higher, my intention
to work it as high as I possibly could in the limited space and time we
had. It was only after her panties were again in view that I stopped
working her clothes toward her hips and tenderly wiggled my fingers
between her thighs, caressing her bare skin above her stockings. This
time, she let out a whimper that sounded as if I hurt her, my head
whipping up to see what her face might tell me.
"Am I hurting you, Missus Masters?"
"No, Sugar. You aren't hurting me at all. In fact, your hand feels
very nice where it is right now. You can do what you did before, but
just remember that we'll be home in just a minute, so we don't have a
lot of time, okay?"
"Okay."
The only thing I could glean from her last phrase was the need to keep
my actions limited to some slow touches, my desire to slip my fingers
further between her soft legs to be curtailed until some later time.
Using soothing and leisurely movements, my left hand remained against
her bare flesh above her stockings, painfully less than a fraction of an
inch away from her panties. I knew what not having enough time meant,
because my folks repeatedly reminded me that I needed to end my playtime
and head off to bed far too soon. Right now, I had no desire to push
the boundaries of this adventure and get into trouble with my newest and
prettiest girl by trying to start something that was going to end before
we could enjoy it.
In direct opposition to my beliefs, we apparently had plenty of time,
because my new and very permissive girlfriend used her left hand to push
mine a little higher, my fingers delicately but firmly pressed into her
panties.
With a huge smile all over my face and my heart pounding in my chest, I
began to softly run the tips of my fingers back and forth along the
front of her trickle, looking up at her face every few seconds to see if
she liked what I was doing. Her lower lip was sucked between her teeth
and her eyelids were half closed, her posture slightly taller in the
seat than it was when she got in, her back arching ever few seconds and
a slightly pained expression filling her face when I touched her just
right. She had the look of either being very happy or in extreme
distress but she never pushed my hand and fingers away.
I kept running the tips of my young digits lightly along the plump
crease that was formed in her panties, slowly increasing pressure
against her pantied quim until my small digits were about to disappear
between her plump lips. She permitted my naughty fingers to continue to
gently caress her pantied crotch, a bit more determination offered once
her left leg shifted closer to the driver door. The rubbery feel of her
trickle yielded to everything my middle finger tried until eventually, I
had created a long crease in the front of her panties and the material
of her underwear was thoroughly soaked through.
She almost looked like she wasn't wearing anything after that, her puffy
trickle accepting the damp, cool white cotton material and hugging
anything I pushed between her pussy lips. She never once prevented me
from exploring or playing with her, anything I tried invited and
accepted with complete abandon. It truly felt nice to rub and caress
her puddy, the warmth between her lips at the top contrasted by the cool
slickness far between her legs.
All too soon, she stopped the car in their driveway, my stubby fingers
providing her with mountains of electric tingles the moment her right
foot could be lifted from the brake pedal. For a few wonderful seconds,
my much older lover just sat there, bucking and quivering under my
determined movements, her ability to move inversely proportional to the
desperate need she had to enjoy this immoral but exciting sensation.
It was only a car driving behind us that broke the spell, her hands
grabbing mine for a few seconds, a short break provided and then my
hands working her skirt all the way back down without Missus Masters
having to tell me. When she smiled down at me and gave me a small hug,
I knew I'd done the right thing.
My suitcase and the groceries were brought inside their house as soon as
the engine was cut off, my hostess not having to issue the slightest
command about me putting the cold food away before starting anything
fun. We put all of the groceries where they needed to go for dinner and
then held hands as I was directed to a spare bedroom that was to serve
as my refuge for the next few days.
Missus Masters watched me studiously as I opened and unpacked my things,
putting all my clothes into two drawers that were intentionally
available for unexpected guests. Once my things were secured, I stood,
walked straight to my lovely hostess and wrapped my short arms around
her hips, giving her a nice tight squeeze.
It must have been the right move, because she held my face to her body
and lovingly ran her fingers through my hair with one hand as she
caressed my back with the other. I wanted to cup and fondle her bummy
yet again, but needed to offer a little restraint, my hormones now
operating on unexplored and treacherous ground. We'd already done so
much, and yet, so little was genuinely shared. I still wasn't sure how
much I'd be able to learn with this lovely young mother, her permissive
nature possibly limited to what we'd shared earlier today and no more.
Without a word spoken, I was directed to her bedroom again, my actions
to be determined by carefully chosen phrases and very clear physical
direction.
My first task was to put her shoes back in the closet after she removed
them, then to help undo the buttons of her blouse along her back. After
her blouse was carefully hung on the same hanger it came from, I was
handed her skirt, Missus Masters watching me meticulously clipping the
waistband to the wooden hanger as she had done the last time.
Then, as I had witnessed earlier today, I saw her sexy titties after I
undid the clasp of her bra, both of her plump pillows jiggling and
captivating my attention after being set free. This time, she held my
right shoulder and leaned down right over my face to her dresser, the
softness of her warm skin pressing against my nose.
I luxuriated in the sensation of her tender boobies along my cheek, my
lips able to feel the smoothness and stirring me to locate and then
capture her nipple with my mouth. My lips gently kept her erect point
hostage for a few seconds, the increasingly strong vacuum inside my
mouth pulling her nub as far within as it could go. She immediately
sucked in a deep breath and held my head in place, letting me reproduce
what I'd done instinctively in my sleep earlier.
All too soon, she gently pushed against my face, coaxing me to slow down
so our fun could last many more hours. It was a fleeting expression of
instinctive and nurturing need, but one that I longed to enjoy again if
it was offered anytime soon. She then began to speak to me in a soft
and submissive sounding voice, one that I didn't expect from such a
mature and commanding presence.
"Carol? Would you like to see me wearing my stockings this evening?
I'll wear them and let you touch my legs all you want if you'd like for
me to."
A strong upwelling of electricity burst up through my chest, my little
peder growing as firm as it ever had before. And yet, I knew to offer a
little more restraint.
"Well, yeah, except I know how expensive my mom's are and kinda figured
you wouldn't want me to accidently snag them or make them run. You
don't have to keep them on if you don't want to."
"What a darling and considerate young man. If you want me to, I'll put
them on again tommorow, okay Honey?"
"Sure! That'd be okay."
"Help me undo the garter in back first, then."
Wearing nothing but her panties, stockings and garter, Missus Masters
turned around in front of me and presented her bummy to an ten year
old's horny gaze, my fingers carefully undoing the two protective clasps
and allowing the springy lace to rest against the softness of her smooth
white panties.
She then turned completely around and presented me with two more that
needed to be undone, my eyes having a tough time focusing on my fingers,
her plump trickle the object of my intense interest.
Once her garter had been undone, she put her hands on my shoulders and
urged me to squat down to the floor, my hands nonverbally directed to
her waist so I could pull her garter belt all the way down and off.
After it was delicately placed on the edge of her bed, she sat down and
began to roll each stocking down her full thighs, making a darkened
donut with each sheer bundle of material.
For the second time today, I was permitted to openly look at a woman
wearing nothing more than a pair of panties. I actually stared a lot
longer than I intended to, my spectacle assisted gaze locked hard onto
the plump elegance of a mature and experienced woman's panty-covered
trickle. We both got up off the bed as she put her clothes in the
drawer, my butt securely finding the floor right behind her.
Acting on the belief that she might permit me to do the ultimate in
preteen sex acts up to that moment, I reached out with both hands and
placed my fingers on her waist, gently hooking my digits into the top
edge of the panty elastic. Missus Masters never became angry, righting
herself in front of me until I was staring at her pantied ass.
Using every measure of my strength, I carefully tugged her panties down
until I was facing her naked bummy. She looked so pretty wearing
nothing!
As soon as her underwear was on the floor, she stepped out of them and
headed for the bathroom, my eyes locked firmly onto her naked bummy. I
stared hungrily as her voice carried through the small dressing area,
her face never toward me as I ogled her ass.
"Carol? Please go to my closet and look for a bright red skirt that's
toward the left side of my clothes, okay? I'll be right back."
I watched as her bummy jiggled while she walked, her bare feet carrying
her to and then inside her bathroom. When she stopped and turned around
just beyond the door, she smiled before closing it.
"A gentleman doesn't peek unless he's invited, Carol. Go get my skirt
and wait for me at the end of my bed, okay Honey?"
Unless invited, huh? This lady was tossing around more hints than a
game show host. Less than two seconds later, I heard the door latch
closed and a knob being turned, apparently, the safely lock on the
handle.
Following my instructions, I went to her closet and spent the next two
minutes looking for the skirt that she described. I actually saw
something that LOOKED like a skirt, but it was way too short to wear
around a ten year old in a domestic situation. Not locating any garment
that best fit her description other than a tiny red miniskirt that
flared out at the bottom, I retrieved the single item and held it out in
front of me, wanting to be sure Missus Masters meant for me to get this
one for her.
I peeked out of the closet two times before lifting the bottom hem of
the skirt, looking up within the small ring of fabric as if I might be
able to see a lovely pair of panties or even a naked trickle inside. It
was exciting to be able to explore a permissive woman's clothing without
any sense of restraint, so many of her personal vestments already ogled.
The sound of the commode flushing broke my hypnotized stare up inside
the tiny article of clothing, my hands quickly carrying the skirt still
on the hanger to the bed. Following her instructions, I sat at the end
of the bed facing away from the bathroom, not wanting her to think I
might sneak a peek at the wrong time. She'd let me know when it was the
right time to 'peek', my hungry eyes certain to capture any naked skin
presented.
It seemed like an hour before Missus Masters opened the door, her soft
voice calling me away from my seated position.
"Carol? Would you come here please?"
I almost tripped on my own feet as I dashed around the end of the bed.
"Yes Ma-am?"
"Would you be a good boy and get me another pair of panties, please?
You know where I got my last pair, don't you?"
"Uh huh!"
"Good boy. Don't take too long, okay?"
This, apparently, was the first time I might be able to openly 'peek'
while she changed into a clean pair of panties.
When I returned to the slightly opened door with a pair of white ladies'
panties in my hands, I softly tapped on the door and waited. I didn't
have to wait very long before I got an eyeful of Missus Masters,
completely naked.
She intentionally allowed the door to be drawn open after extending her
hand through the slight gap, her face toward the floor as she lowered
her undergarment toward her feet. When she 'accidently' dropped her
panties and picked them back up, I got my first chance to stare right at
her sweetly smooth and completely nude trickle, the mirror no longer
hampering the elegant view.
She was perfectly aware of my presence, my shoes less than a foot from
the edge of the threshold where the tile met the wooden surface outside
the bathroom. And yet, she did nothing about my staring right at her
nakedness, the pink elegance of her bare peepee catching my eye and
sending my heart into a race that I'd never run before.
The view didn't last for more than ten or fifteen seconds, but I was
certainly glad she let me 'peek'.
Once the floorshow was over and she set about to do some mundane task on
the other side of the door, I knew it was time for me to quietly turn
around and return to the edge of the bed. I had little desire to offend
my sexy mature hostess by pushing the limits of our relationship too
quickly and expect her to 'accidently' pull her panties down again.
She emerged from the bathroom with a broad smile, her awareness of my
having stolen my second permitted glimpse of her natural beauty most
likely sending me into an internal fury. She had no idea!
The moment she saw the skirt I had collected from her closet, I half
expected her to scold me for expecting her to wear something so
incredibly short. Instead, she happily unclipped the garment from the
hanger, unzipped it along the back and then stepped in, right in front
of me. Once it was all the way up her legs and covering her pantied
ass, she turned around and held both edges of the top along the
waistband.
"Zip me, please Carol."
There was something incredibly erotic about helping Missus Masters get
dressed, each task anxiously performed and another one greedily
anticipated. Once my small hands had completed their task, she turned
around, leaned forward and placed our first gentle kiss on my lips. It
didn't last long nor was it very passionate, but then again, kissing a
ten year old and wearing a tiny red miniskirt and nothing else certainly
made for some erotic thoughts.
While she was staring into my eyes, I couldn't resist the temptation and
lifted my right hand and gently cupped her left boobie, softly caressing
her bare breast and squeezing only enough to indicate affection, not the
least form of abuse.
The instant she whimpered, closed her eyes and got a frightened look on
her face, I wasn't really sure what she was thinking. But she never
made me move my hand away from her boobie, so I increased the coverage
area and pressure as each second flew by.
The instant I found her nipple, she winced and whimpered, an almost
falsetto voice telling me that she was in agony. But instead of pain,
she was finally feeling intense sexual pleasure, a young preteen lad
able to stir sensations within her mature body that her husband chose
not to.
The primary fingers and thumb on my right hand began to encircle her
teat more completely until I felt an inescapable urge to grip and
tenderly pinch the highly sensitive nub. Each time I had a fairly firm
grasp and rolled her nipple around, her sounds became more pained, as if
I might actually be hurting her.
That idea was quickly forgotten when I saw her lift her right hand and
then cup the back of my head, gently tugging me closer to her aching
breast. In mere seconds, my mouth was yet again locked around the most
tender and complete expression of maternal love that any woman could
offer an innocent growing boy, both of her arms around my head and body
until she started to talk a little bit naughty.
"Ohhhh, Carol. You make my insides get all hot and turn into fire. My
breasts have ached for a handsome little man to make them feel loved and
needed, and you showed up at the perfect time for both of us. Ohhh, yes
Angel. Suck them good, Sweetie. That's it, let your new mommy give you
all her love for as long as you want, Angel. Mmmmmmmm . . . ooooooooo!
It's been soooooo long . . . too long! Yes, little lover. Make my
insides explode with passion and fire as you nurse on my lovely breasts
as much as you . . . you . . . yuh - yuh - you want!"
While I was maintaining a respectable lip-lock on her tingling nipple,
her hips began to twitch and jerk around, her arms around my head and
body preventing me from escaping before she achieved what I'd started.
Her pleasure seemed to pass all too quickly, her soft voice encouraging
me to build her back up before the mood was inexorably beyond her grasp.
"Okay, Carol. It's time you sucked on my other one, Sweetie. Remember
to take as long as you want and make me feel good, okay?"
<smuck>
"Okay, Missus Masters."
My face was shifted to her right breast, her nipple rigid and aching for
just as much abuse as her left one got. The instant my mouth found her
tingling teat, she twitched and moaned, but rather than push me away,
she pulled my face into her plump pillow and almost broke my neck.
Even in my naivete and ineptitude, I could tell she needed me to act a
little more mature and attempt to take as much command of her breast and
nipple as I dared, my mouth sucking her rigid nub between my teeth. It
wasn't necessarily planned, but I nibbled on her once and instantly got
a high-pitched and brief squeak out of her.
"Oooo!"
What I had assumed might produce an angry response seemed to do just the
opposite, a long low moan from deep within her throat as if she was
trying to growl at me. At the same instant, I felt her body tremble and
shake a few times, a slow building cascade of movement starting at her
hips and consuming every muscle in her body within thirty seconds.
Once the earthquake was over, she gently tugged my mouth off of her
nipple and looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before in my
life. Her face looked slightly angry, very happy and extremely nervous.
She then pulled me into her chest and hugged me between her plump
pillows, my glasses twisting over my nose and pressing uncomfortably
into my right cheek and left eye. But I had no desire to change my
venue, my arms around her body and my lips softly kissing anything
within reach. I then heard her voice as I had never heard it before.
"Thank you, Carol. That was very sweet, Honey. I've needed to feel
like a woman for a very long time, and it took a handsome and lonely
little man that had no idea he was going to get this lucky today. We
can do that again a little later as much as you want, but I need to get
dinner started so I can make my boyfriend happy, okay?"
"Okay, Missus Masters."
She squeezed me kinda like my Gramma used to, her arms around my head
and my face buried into her soft skin, except I never had my lips up
against my Gramma's bare boobs like this.
I knew it would happen eventually, and sure enough, she pulled back,
smiled at me and headed once again to her dresser, some foul piece of
clothing to be withdrawn so her pretty boobies would be taken from my
view. I almost asked her to NOT put anything on, but couldn't work up
the courage.
Having seen Missus Masters naked was the ultimate in sexual thrills for
me, and yet, when she bent over in front of her dresser and showed off
her pantied ass, I couldn't help but push my face closer to the floor
and stare with hungry eyes. Just being able to look up her incredibly
short skirt and seeing her white panties had an allure that was beyond
description. She was so permissive with all of her actions that I was
beginning to grow faint with excessive enthusiasm, expecting her next
act to send me right over the edge and into Heaven itself.
What I had expected to cover her titties turned out to be a very loose
fitting halter top, carefully tied around her neck with a slack knot
that did little to confine the fullness of her breasts. She even came
to where I was still sitting, leaned down in front of me and pushed back
on my shoulders until I was flat on my back on her bed. I was almost
afraid of what she might do when she was right over my face, smiling
down at me and asking a single word very softly.
"READY?"
All I could do was stare at her ample bosom and nod, my eyes locked onto
the soft skin that I had already pressed my face, nose and mouth against
earlier. Strangely, with her body covered with just a few layers of
cloth and fabric, I still couldn't stop trying to steal as many peeks
inside and up underneath what she had on.
"Let's go make dinner so we can eat. After dinner, we'll have a nice
visit together and spend the rest of the evening alone, just you and
me."
We'd already been alone for a greater part of the day, and yet,
something about the way she offered her invitiation about that special
time in little more than an hour made me anxious to do whatever she
asked of me.
Dinner was better than I could have imagined, my plate picked clean and
not a speck of food left or a crumb permitted to remain. Knowing I
could score some points with my new best girlfriend, I washed all the
dishes without a single whimper or complaint. If my mom or dad found
out that I'd done that, they'd have fallen faint.
Missus Masters and I shared a big bowl of my favorite ice cream, a bowl
that had to have been more than three times what I might have eaten at
home. I wasn't truly aware of just how little she ate, her need to see
me enjoy the dessert far greater than any for the smooth creamy taste
she might obtain.
Once that bowl was also washed and dried and everything in the kitchen
put away, she reached out with her right hand and encouraged me to join
her on the couch so we could spend the rest of the evening together. It
didn't take more than a minute for me to be nestled at her right side,
my right hand resting on her bare leg and my left sitting on her
shoulder. Using the same gentle and slow caresses, I worked both hands
against her warm skin, Missus Masters eyes slowly closing and her lips
quivering.
"It feels so nice when you touch me like that, Carol. I wish you could
do that for more than just a few minutes."
Doing as she asked, I delicately caressed and enjoyed her smooth full
thighs and soft shoulder for quite a while, tempted to push my digits up
under her incredibly short skirt and down inside the edge of her
loose-fitting top. For quite a while, it was a battle for both of us,
her need to feel a male enjoy her body in any way he wished, and my need
to learn as much about a girl's body that was foolish enough to let me
have free access.
I finally couldn't handle the strain and slipped a lone digit between
her thighs, taking a single swipe upward along her panties right where
it seemed to matter the most. Her reaction was to flinch and clamp her
thighs together, temporarily capturing my hand and giving me the
impression that I might be straying too far afield.
"I'm sorry Missus Masters. I guess I kinda got carried away 'cause
you're so pretty and all. I'll try to be nice from now on."
"Thanks okay, Sugar. It's just so exciting for you to make me feel good
that I'm not quite sure whether to let you tickle me like that or slow
down so I don't scare you too much."
That's when I decided to temper my enthusiasm by offering something that
she could only have dreamed of.
"Would you like for me to rub your back and your legs, Missus Masters?
My dad and mom let me give them a nice massage every once in a while,
when they're feeling especially bad after a long day."
"You wouldn't mind doing that for me, Sweetie?"
"Uh unnn."
"Where would you like for me to lay down, Carol?"
"Anywhere you're comfortable. I don't mind."
"Can we go to my bedroom, then? I might fall asleep if you do a really
good job."
"Sure!"
"Okay. Wait right here. I'll call you when I'm ready."
Without any warning, Missus Masters leaned down to my face and gave me a
warm, soft kiss that practically melted me to the couch. It wasn't
terribly erotic or lusty, but just pressing my lips against hers was
tantamount to having sex. A moment later, she was up, my eyes following
her bummy as she wiggled it.
I watched as my sexy adult girlfriend sauntered out of the room, my eyes
following her plump round ass while she walked. Her hips seemed to
wiggle and her bummy jiggle quite a bit more this time, a lecherous
smile coming from her face just before she disappeared down the hall.
Still fascinated by the elegance of her short skirt, I actually got down
to the floor and looked up under the hem of her brief outfit before I
lost sight of her. She saw me do it and even stopped before turning the
corner, bending over slightly as a last gesture of sexual torture.
The more I tried, the less she resisted. If I were truly lucky this
evening, I might be able to actually touch and fondle her whole body as
long as I wanted to. If I were to experience nirvana, I might be able
to run my naughty fingers all the way inside her soft panties even more
than I did earlier this afternoon.
I waited for what felt like an hour, finally unable to contain the
contents of my young bladder. That trip to the hall bathroom proved
much more revealing than I'd expected, a rock-hard stiffy that just
would not go down, no matter how hard I tried to get it back into my
underpants. The last act of a desperate preteen was finally committed,
my weiner pushed down inside my underpants hard enough to actually hurt.
I didn't like it, but it finally worked!
I had just enough strength to return to the couch before I heard a soft
voice calling me back to her bedroom.
"Caaaa-Ruuulll? Come on back, Sugar!"
Her bedroom door hadn't even been closed when I approached, most likely
my ability to see her do whatever she was up to the entire time I sat
uncomfortably in the livingroom.
The moment I saw her, I knew I was the luckiest ten year old in the
entire city!
Missus Masters was laying on top of her bed, a single white towel draped
over her bummy and nothing else anywhere.
"Climb up on the bed after you take your shoes off, Honey. I'm really
looking forward to getting a long warm massage, so take your time and go
nice and slow."
I didn't even bother with the laces on my exercise shoes, almost ripping
them off my feet in my excited and anxious state. Still wanting to
preserve her impression of me being a gentle and considerate lad, I
gently ascended her bed and knelt right next to her left hip, staring
down at her almost completely naked form. When she tucked her hair
around her neck and exposed her whole back, I knew I'd never get another
chance like this in my life.
"Would you start at my neck, Sweetie? After you rub my neck and
shoulders for a little while, you can do my back and then my legs after
that, okay?"
"Okay."
It seemed to take forever for me to get to her legs, but I made sure to
spend as much time as necessary on her neck, shoulders and back as I
could so she'd be completely relaxed. If I was to steal another few
caresses of her panty-covered bummy and maybe even between her thighs up
against her peepee, I didn't want her to be too aware of my adventures
around panty-land.
By the time I had gotten to her hips, I heard Missus Masters softly
snoring, her body so relaxed, she was out like a light. This didn't
prevent me from shifting my position further down toward her feet,
though, just so I could start at her calves and work my way toward
Heaven.
I used my hands to gently grip and massage both her legs, her calves
tenderly worked until I was satisfied I could move further north. By
the time I was halfway up her full thighs, I was able to shift her knees
far enough apart that I was could steal my first peek under her towel.
Even with my hostess contentedly resting chest down on her bed, I didn't
have the courage to tuck my fingertip under the bottom of the towel and
lift the edge high enough so I could peek at her panties from behind.
Using as much determination as I could muster, I kept going higher and
higher up her thighs, gently pushing my fingers between her legs and
being granted as much room as I desired. It was only when I was less
than an inch from her bummy that Missus Masters moved for the first
time.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! You're doing such a wonderful job, Honey! You don't mind
if I asked you to keep doing that a little while longer?"
"Uh, no!"
"Good! You can keep going then. After you make me feel good, you can
do what you want to."
Did she just give me permission to venture completely under the
protective confines of her white towel? Was I being allowed to actually
rub her bummy without anyone finding out?
I'd soon find out, because my fingers kept inching toward her plump
round ass, a scant millimeter at a time.
The moment the side of my left hand came into contact with her towel,
she moved again.
Was my journey now at an end? Was I to miss out on being able to gently
and lovingly play with her panty-covered bummy? Could she have worked
me all the way to the precipice, only to be denied at the last moment?
"Is the towel in your way, Carol?"
I didn't answer for fear my response would be incorrect.
"You can move it if you want. You've already seen my bummy before, and
since we're all alone, I don't mind if you're the only one that can see
me again."
I ached thinking about the image of her panties right in front of me,
her plump bummy protected by the bright white fabric and able to hide
her delicate beauty less than a fraction of an inch further beyond.
My mind was completely unable to do anything but watch as my hands
shifted her towel toward my knees, until finally, I pulled it up and
away, setting it down to my right.
That's the moment I knew I was no longer just a little boy.
Right there in front of my bespeckled eyes was a completely nude woman,
her gorgeous ass less than three inches away from my knees, but more
importantly, close enough so my hands and fingers could sample from the
warmth and softness.
Using the same level of delicacy and affection, my hands returned to her
thighs about an inch below the curve of her bummy, a slow and nervous
series of caresses being offered. My fingers seemed much more
comfortable with the availability of her nudity, a sense of calm coming
over me little more than five seconds after my digits returned to a task
that seemed incredibly normal and perfectly acceptable.
And then I actually began to touch her bare bottom.
This time, I used the lightest touch from the tips of my fingers, going
toward her hips and then back into the crease that kept my fascination
and interest. It took little more than a minute before I felt her bummy
being pushed up into my digits, her back arching and her hips being
lifted ever so slightly off the bed.
I must have tortured that poor sexually frustrated young mother, because
I kept going up and down the length of her crease, tenderly caressing
her bummy and then softly squeezing her ass with light, but determined
intent. Her breathing was no longer steady and soft, but fast and deep,
a level of excitement from deep within her body that might soon be
completely satisfied.
And then it happened.
<RING> <RING>
DARN IT!
Missus Masters was a blur of activity, her towel forgotten on the bed
as she flew off toward her bathroom. By the time she picked up the
telephone handset, it had rung all of four times, my formerly naked
hostess now wearing an ankle length robe.
I felt robbed! How could anyone have taken this prize from me after so
much time had been invested in achieving a goal that I couldn't have
imagined before tonight?
This time, when she cupped the telephone mouthpiece, her expression
wasn't nearly as warm and comforting as before, the tone of her voice
now tinged with fear and uncertainty.
"Carol? Would you please go and wait in the livingroom for a little
while?"
Doing as I was instructed, I carried my shoes with me back to the couch,
anxious and nervous about a phone call that I had no business being
witness to. I waited on their couch for the longest time, unsure if now
was an appropriate time for me to 'peek' as I was told earlier. I
wrestled with my thoughts for the longest time, unaware of what might be
going on little more than forty feet away, but certain in my
determination to offer whatever support possible.
The next thing I knew, I woke up, having fallen asleep on the couch.
What seemed to disturb me more than having lost an awareness of the
time, was the sound of a female voice softly crying somewhere close by.
This just wouldn't do!
Aware that I might get into trouble if I interrupted a good cry, I
tiptoed down the hall until I was at Missus Masters' bedroom door. Just
beyond the barely opened portal, she was crying to herself, the phone no
longer in her hand, but back on the nightstand.
Something about her emotional state required me to venture forth, taking
the real chance that I might encur her wrath, rather than provide
solace. It took me almost a minute before I was standing next to her
bed, my formerly relaxed and contented hostess now quietly sobbing into
her pillow. She still had her robe on, but it wasn't fastened closed as
it normally would be, one edge of her outfit draped loosely over her
shoulder and exposing a small portion of skin that I'd caressed a little
while before.
My courage seemed to peak with the intensity of her anguish, my left
hand softly pressed to her bare shoulder and then the flat of my hand
applying smooth pressure against her body until I was repeating what I'd
done when she was laying under her towel. In little more than two
minutes, I had succeeding in working her robe off her neck and
shoulders, and was sitting very close to her right hip, my hands
skillfully teasing away whatever seemed to distress my pretty hostess.
Less than five minutes after I had entered her room this last time, her
robe was all the way to her hips, my hands going from her neck, across
her shoulders and all the way down her back. With her emotional state
dictating a certain degree of restraint on my part, I knew not to travel
any lower than where the waistband of her panties normally fit.
Somewhere between the second and the tenth minute of my comforting
exercise, her crying stopped and was replaced with soft, high-pitched
whimpers. I didn't know how beneficial this truly was for her, but
within a half hour of my initiating some naive relief, she was sound
asleep.
I don't know where it came from, but I exhibited a level of maturity
never before displayed to my parents. Knowing I could get into lots of
trouble if I got caught, I carefully took her robe off and then worked
the bed linens out from under her until I was able to tuck her feet all
the way inside. It really wasn't that hard to nestle her in, her body
assuming I was her mommy or maybe Mister Masters.
After the bathroom and bedroom light was switched off, I closed her
bedroom door and made sure the rest of the house was ready for the
night. Once I was certain everything had been attended to properly, I
went to sleep in my borrowed bed.
That night, I had incredibly erotic dreams about Missus Masters and me
being naked in front of my school, and then her letting me touch her
boobies and bare bummy right in the middle of my math class. It was
only after I felt the bed move that I became aware of someone else in
the room with me.
"Carol, Honey?"
"Uh huh?"
"I don't want to be alone tonight, Sugar. Can I sleep with you?"
"Uh huh."
I had no genuine awareness of what was happening, my mind assuming this
was yet another part of my erotic dream about my lovely hostess.
"Do you need to go pee, Carol?"
"Uh huh."
"Okay, come on Sweetie."
Acting as I had with my mom's direction for years, I dragged my feet out
of bed and was helped to the potty, her warm hand working my stiff peder
out of my shorts and pajamas and my nervous hostess briefly sampling
what its dimensions were at the moment. Although she was genuinely
horny and wanting to conduct even more lurid activities, all she did was
fondle and manipulate my little sexual appendage, playing with it as if
it were some kind of new toy. Strange as it may seem, I never assumed
she was doing anything sexual, the warm feeling of her hand on my little
willy more relaxing than exciting.
Once she was partially satisfied, I was directed to sit quietly on the
potty, completely oblivious to anyone around me, my bladder emptied
completely. Now relieved of my natural burden, I was helped back up off
the potty, fondled a few more times in my sleepy haze and then directed
back to bed, this time another warm body crawling up inside the sheets
behind me.
I lay down in bed with my face toward the wall, my back being offered as
warmth for whomever was with me. It didn't take my sleeping partner
more than ten seconds to turn me around, my right hand now tucked up
under the pillow and my left between my legs, my knees tucked up
slightly as if I was trying to assume a fetal position.
This still wasn't completely acceptable to my bed companion, my legs
straightened and my left hand draped over her waist. The last thing
that I was encouraged to do was lay as close to another warm body as was
possible, my face drawn right up to her titties.
It was as natural to me as cuddling with my mom when I was younger, my
face pressed to the fullness of her chest when I was but an infant.
This time, however, the titties I was pressing my mouth against were
much fuller and seemed to ache for constant contact.
Still completely oblivious of my surroundings, I did the only thing that
seemed natural when I was still wearing diapers, my mouth finding and
then encircling a hot, rigid point at the end of one grand breast.
The moment her nipple was between my lips, I began suckling as ardently
as I ever had, actually nibbling at the end of her teet and then taking
her other one in my free hand. I had no knowledge of the pleasure I was
providing Missus Masters, her stifled moans and whimpers never stirring
me out of my slumbering nursing activities.
One of the things my mom never shared with me or my dad was how much I
liked to suckle when I was growing up, taking much longer to feed than
my dad genuinely cared for, my young mouth toothlessly nibbling and
eventually munching on a sensitive nipple. For the first two years of
my life, it was a constant battle between my mom and dad, my naive
determination to keep a tight grip on her nipples until 'I' was
satisfied, continued sustinace notwithstanding.
Now, I was sending huge waves of electricity up and down Missus Masters'
body, her hips bucking repeatedly under the covers without my being
aware of how thoroughly I was providing her a level of sexual
gratification like none she'd ever felt. Funny thing was, neither of us
had even begun to touch her most sensitive and right now, hungry spot.
The poor woman tolerated every measure of my lingual, labial and tactile
ambitions, finally passing out after over an hour of my non-stop
activities.
If I had been conscious of my digital wanderings that night, I would
have been horrified.
It was around three in the morning when my left hand assumed I was still
dreaming of my sexy hostess, my mental adventures stirring my fingers to
travel to places never before explored. In my dream, I began to take
incredible chances, acting far more brazenly than anything I'd ever
attempt when awake.
During the most erotic and exciting portion of one dream, my left index
and middle fingers slipped down the front of Missus Masters' body,
tickling her legs apart as she lay naked on the floor of the local
grocery store, my digits rolling between her tight, dark slit.
The first response I got was for her knees to rise, attempting to
prevent my access. Using some tender inward pressure on a small bump
far between her folds, I was able to hit the right spot so her knees
fell back to the floor and came all the way apart, granting me complete
and unrestricted access to the most personal aspects of her soft body.
It didn't take very long before I had found a secret button that acted
like a switch, turning my formerly reserved and proper hostess into a
wanton and lusty slut, her hips repeatedly lurching toward the ceiling
and at least one of her hands trying to locate something on my body that
was just as sensitive.
For the longest time, she granted me whatever access I desired, my
naughty fingers working her trickle completely into submission, a
curious and young middle digit finally venturing far between her thighs
and inside something that seemed to call me further inward. It was as
if I had immersed my left middle finger inside a favorite hot apple pie,
the hot, sticky and deep recesses more comforting and satisfying than
anything I'd ever experienced before in my young life.
Right in the middle of my digital adventures, my mouth began to work a
firm nipple yet again, a continuous low moan coming from my sexy and
very naked partner. In the fullness of my dream, I never once let my
partner rest, affording her mountains of orgasms for as long as time
ticked by.
In reality, Missus Masters had passed out by the time I had spent a
minute suckling her left nipple, my middle finger deep inside the
incredibly sensitive area that neither of us knew was called her
'G'-spot, and my thumb rolling her clitty around without rest. By the
time she woke up and became aware of my lack of movement, she decided to
return the favor.
One of my more entertaining dreams involved me laying on my back and
something gently encircling my stiff willy, repeatedly going back and
forth from tip to hip, the sensation like warm, wet velvet. It was just
as satisfying, if not more than when I was attacking my mature lover
with my fingers and mouth. In the middle of my dream, my right hand
located the slick warmth of my lover's trickle again, this time, her
hips much closer to my side of the bed, my middle finger travelling all
the way into and then repeatedly back and forth along the smooth wet
embrace of her peepee. It didn't take very long before my right thumb
assumed a similar position that my left one had found, rolling a firm
knob of skin that seemed more sensitive than any other part of her body.
My dreams kept getting wilder and more provocative, my lips kissing up
and down the fullness of her plump thighs, until eventually, I could
actually taste a new flavor that drew me in like a whole new addiction.
In the image of my dreams, I could see my face going someplace that I'd
never imagined I'd kiss, or lick! And yet, both of my hands were firmly
wrapped around the back of my lover's thighs, my face pressed up against
her naked trickle, my tongue going up and down her pretty slit and
eventually, even as far inside her peepee as I could reach.
I could actually feel my face getting wet as I kept licking wildly
between my lover's thighs, my ears being hugged by the elegant softness
of the smooth skin that I'd only gently caressed the day before, the
inside of her legs twitching and quivering with each of my naive
explorations.
When I awoke, the sun was already up and my mind tried to comprehend my
new environment.
I was laying on my back, my pajama bottoms and underpants had been
completely removed, her right hand had a firm grip of my incredibly
stiff willy, my left hand was tucked firmly between Missus Masters'
thighs, at least ONE of my fingers was stuffed neatly as far inside her
peepee as I could reach, and my lips had possession of an engorged and
aching nipple. It was at that moment I realized my dreams weren't
dreams after all.
I had to actually force myself to think about what I might have tried
with this sexy and mature woman, incredibly immoral deeds wished for and
apparently acted upon. The whole affair was a complete blur, a sense of
desperation filling me as if I'd be in tremendous trouble once my
sleeping partner woke up and found me fondling her peepee hole.
It was in the middle of my trying to extricate my finger from within her
hot wet body that Missus Masters began to move, her grip around my willy
never relinquished, my finger only able to slip to the top of her slit
when she began to rock her hips into me and use my finger to roll her
tickle bump around.
Her hips maintained an almost rhythmic undulating motion against my
finger and thigh, a level of pleasure being witnessed by a growing and
slowly maturing ten year old boy that normally might not have been
experienced until I was six or eight years older.
When Missus Masters began to whimper and sigh, I knew she wasn't going
to be angry with me for making her feel good. Then I heard something
that I couldn't possibly have dreamt.
"Oh, Carol Honey. Your fingers are so good to me. I don't care how
many times you want to do this to me, I'll let you tickle me as often as
you want."
She then began to whimper louder and higher, her hips pressing into my
finger and leg firmer and faster until she went completely rigid for
about three seconds, and then bucked against me for another two minutes.
It was only after she started to cry that I gently pulled my finger away
from her tickle spot, providing her a little relief from all the abuse
I'd apparently offered all night.
She cried holding me tight to her naked body for the next ten minutes,
her right hand never releasing her firm grip around my little pecker,
and her right leg hooked over both of mine in an attempt to keep me
captive.
After she stopped her tender sobs and lay quietly next to me, I began to
touch and play with her right titty, exploring her pillow-soft breast
and tickling her nipple. It didn't take very long before my mouth
sucked her left nipple between my lips, the rigid point eagerly
presented to my mouth as if to grant me complete autonomy with her body.
I suckled her nipples and played with her boobies for the next half
hour, a keen desire to revel in something that I knew would come to an
end all too quickly. When she rolled over onto her back and pulled me
with her, I hadn't expected her thighs to grant me so easy an adventure
after she was awake. My left hand and fingers didn't hesitate more than
a few seconds before I gently explored every feature of her soft,
hairless trickle.
She seemed lost between being excited, relaxed and horrified. My
naughty fingers travelled over her smooth and often times wet skin so
delicately, that I could almost hear her begging me to push and rub
harder. It didn't take very long after I felt the stirrings of yet
another upward series of rhythmic gyrations that I centered my index and
middle fingers over her most tender spot, applying just enough pressure
to give her what she'd been needing for months, if not years.
We lay in bed doing all sorts of naughty things that morning, my hands,
fingers, lips, mouth and even my tongue doing things that I'd never
dreamed would be permitted. Since I'd been given permission to do it
while I was dreaming, I figured I should try it again when we were both
awake. It was only after I slowly ventured between her thighs for
fifteen minutes with my tongue that the abundance of her sexual needs
finally became apparent. She eventually had to pull quite hard on my
ears to get me to stop torturing her lovingly, her face twisted and
contorted in an expression of absolute wild passion. She then asked me
a question, that to this day, seemed magical.
"Honey? Do you know how babies are made?"
The only thing my mind was capable of expressing was a slightly
influenced nod. Yes, I'd had the talk with my dad, my mom adding just
enough information afterward to keep me wondering if something like that
would eventually happen to a loser like me.
"Did you know that two people that love each other can pretend to make
babies as much as they want to and as many times as they want to, and
still not need to actually make one?"
I could only shake my head side to side, my sexual experience still
lacking considerably.
"Would you be afraid or mad at me if I wanted to teach you how it's
done?"
At first, I didn't know how to answer. If my dad or mom found out I'd
tried to do this with a girl, they'd ground me for over a year.
Then the realization of who I was with caused me to reconsider her
offer, a mature, sexy and experienced woman quite capable of keeping a
secret if need be.
When I shook my head and then smiled at her, she smiled back, the most
wicked and sexy smile I'd ever seen on her face.
"Okay. If you truly want to learn everything that you need to about a
woman's body, and how to make love so she enjoys it as much as you do,
then we need to spend the rest of the day getting ready. Would you be
willing to listen to me and do everything that I ask you to?"
"I'll do whatever will make you happy, Missus Masters."
For the first time in my life, I kissed a grown woman lovingly on the
lips, and much longer than just a second or two. It didn't take very
long before I grasped the finer points of lingual pleasure, using what
I'd learned in my dreams to improve upon.
We finally climbed out of bed at ten thirty, both of us slightly
nervous. We eventually overcame our timidity and allowed the other
person to openly admire what we'd been granted from birth. I had to
actually ask Missus Masters twice if she'd mind me touching her pretty
body.
Both times, she cupped her hand under my chin and then kissed me.
"If you're gentle and sweet, I don't mind you touching me anytime you
want to Sugar. As long as we're alone or nobody can see what you're
doing, you can touch and play with me anywhere on my body that you want
to."
We showered together after straightening our beds, my curiosity never
being hampered by fear or trepidation after she let my hand venture
between her legs with a bar of soap with as much restrained enthusiasm
as any young man could contain.
She permitted me any fondle and caress during our shower, my fingers and
eyes able to explore as much of her sexy body as I desired. Angela
seemed in a dreamworld the whole time, her eyes half closed, her mouth
open slightly and breasts heaving as she took in deep lungfuls of air,
her lips quivering the entire time my short and increasingly talented
fingers found every spot that had been aching for years. Each time my
naughty digits found their mark, Angela would moan or whimper, a level
of gratification being freely shared and openly sanctioned.
That day had been the most erotic and satisfying experience she could
have dreamed of, her good fortune to encounter this sexually hungry and
keenly attentive ten year old at her front door. Whatever illusion she
had about being denied her intense carnal needs was long past, her
husband missing out on the deep passions that had been safely locked up
between her yearning thighs and across her tingling nipples. Strangely,
instead of succumbing to the mature talents of a man her age or older,
everything had finally been satisfied with a curious and horny
prepubescent little boy.
It was after I had given her what I had learned was called an 'orgasm'
or 'cum' that she immediately returned the favor, except I was still too
young to produce any liquid contributions to her mouth. It didn't
matter, because the sensation of her lips and tongue around my peder was
like nothing else on Earth.
Anytime she had the slightest hunger for my little prick, I eagerly
assumed a submissive posture and leaned or lay back, granting her
complete freedom to fill her mouth as much and as often as she cared to.
I found out that morning that she liked sucking on me almost as much as
I liked sucking on her nipples and playing with her 'pussy', as she
called it.
We ate a late brunch in the nude, me sitting on her lap so close to her
hips that someone could have been excused for thinking that we were
already having intercourse while we ate.
That afternoon, she chose to instruct me in as many of the ways of
sexual pleasure as I was capable of understanding, every detailed verbal
exercise followed up with a visual and then a tactile one. The only
thing that Angela waited to share until later that evening was
intercourse or 'fucking' as she called it. Each time she used that one
special word, she blushed and then smiled, an erotic sensibility about
saying that word to an ten year old causing her to tremble. The intense
throbbing between her legs made the impending adventure that much more
thrilling.
It took a while for us to finally put any clothes on so we could go out
and eat. Why she chose to wear a pair of slacks instead of a dress or
skirt, she wasn't willing to reveal. I assumed it had to do with how
easily I was able to slip my fingers and hand up along the fullness of
her mature thighs, eventually coaxing her knees to part completely so I
could revel in the high pitched whimpers that seemed to last for hours
when I hit the right spot.
Dinner that evening was at a fast food restaurant, both of us mindful of
our actions and gestures, no desire for either of us to encur the wrath
of other adults or the police. The fact that she chose to drive all the
way across town to a distant eatery made the possibility of being
recognized less likely.
Yes, she also told me very candidly that sex between an adult and a
child was considered a horrible crime, something that would get the
grownup into mountains of trouble for the rest of their life. It
wouldn't be easy for the child, either, lots of questions, counseling
and a protected growth period away from other adults certain to
negatively affect any future and quite normal sexual development.
The only thing we grew brave enough to do while we were seen by other
people was hold hands as we walked to and from her car, nobody assuming
anything more provocative than a loving woman protecting and caring for
a growing young boy.
After we got home, she was very somber, almost frightened of what was
about to happen. That all changed when I chased her around the
livingroom and then through the house to my temporary bedroom, tickling
her as much as I could and making her laugh so hard she actually wet her
panties.
She smacked me on the arm rather firmly after she came back from her
bedroom, a clean pair of panties recently installed after she emptied
her bladder and washed herself. As soon as she heard the sharp sound of
her hand striking my bare arm, she reeled backward in horror cupping her
mouth, certain that she'd unintentionally done me some sort of harm.
It was while she was looking deep into my eyes that I leaned forward and
softly kissed her, both of her arms encouraging me to lay on top of her
and begin to undress her. It had to have been the most erotic sensation
for her to lay back and let a ten year old boy strip her naked, but she
never once resisted my intentions of again seeing her lovely nude body.
Once she was laying on the floor wearing absolutely nothing, I tugged
her up and let her do the same to me, her eyes filled with a kind of
fire that I'd never seen before in my young life. I was actually afraid
once or twice as she tugged my clothes off, her actions a little rougher
than any time in our brief past.
All of our clothing was tossed carelessly to one side of my room and
then she gave me my first hour long blowjob. I watched her work me over
for the longest time, her mouth and tongue so skilled at filling me with
buckets of electricity that I hungered for her to keep doing it
continuously.
Then it was my turn. What had been a dream at first and then a brief
adventure that morning, slowly became a growing maturity that would
remain with me my whole life. I may not have known the quickest way to
make her body tremble and buck, but I was able to work my way around her
hungry body with enough enthusiasm to make up for my lack of experience.
She had never looked so vulnerable and frightened until that evening,
when I used my eyes, fingers, hands, mouth, lips and tongue to provide
her as much pleasure as was physically possible. Angela had more than a
dozen cums before the first hour had passed, my need to please her
greater with each passing sexual experience.
I actually wore her down quite a bit before eight thirty, a short nap
requested and then granted so she could be rested enough when the time
came. As long as I could lay naked right next to her and touch any
portion of her nude body that was within reach, I never once urged her
to move my sex education along, my hands assuming very intimate
locations along her mature frame.
Promptly at ten that night, we were sitting up in my bed and quietly
talking, our next shared experience never to be repeated in my lifetime.
Up to this moment, I was still a boy and a virgin. After she permitted
me to nestle snugly between her thighs and work my aching and rigid
little willy into her body, I'd no longer be the same.
It took over an hour for us to finally consumate our joining, a long,
almost torturously slow and loving expression of affection being shared
between a twenty seven and a ten year old with touches, caresses,
fondling and eventually, my painfully stiff peder being allowed to slip
between her hot pussy lips freely and willingly.
Her vagina was still wonderfully snug, although I had no references to
compare her to. She actually seemed to enjoy the sensation of my little
pecker entering her slickened opening and carefully working deeper until
our hips were pressed together. She seemed to billow up with an unusual
sense of relief the moment we were joined as closely as possible, the
last of her needs finally being filled, as well as a fair portion of her
vagina.
It was obvious to her that I wasn't endowed as fully or completely as
her husband, but it didn't seem to matter to my mature lover at the
moment. Whatever I lacked in length and girth, I made up for in
youthful vigor and exuberance when I was comfortable enough to
repeatedly work my tingly willy back and forth inside her wet opening.
Angela actually had a number of orgasms with me pushing my little prick
as far inside her body as I could reach, her clitty lovingly abused the
entire time so she could enjoy our merging as much as I was. It may
have been the mental and psychological arousal she was enjoying more
than my half-developed penis trying its best to fill her, the awareness
that she was letting a recent fifth grade elementary school graduate
plunge his naked prick as far as he could inside her anxious and hungry
body.
It had to have been the most hideously stimulating thing she'd ever done
in her life, the frequent images of my face contorting as each new
sexual adventure was being experienced with an adult woman almost three
times my age without shame or reluctance. I certainly enjoyed the
sensation of my little cock stiffly slipping back and forth within the
warm, wet confines of her mature and highly stimulated vagina, my adult
partner not impeding any of my sexual schooling by slowing me down,
keeping me from touching her vulva and clitoris as I rammed her over and
over, nor setting any time constraints on when our illicit rendezvous
was to end.
Angela was most likely satisfied beyond any conceived notion of sexual
pleasure she could have imagined, my muscular and energy-filled little
body repeatedly thrusting my young penis back and forth between her
plump and hairless labia majora. The only thing I heard from Angela for
quite some time was grunting, moaning, whimpering and heavy breathing.
Some time around three that next morning, I finally began to slow down,
my tired but quite satisfied lover so appreciative, she never once
prevented me from repeating any aspect of our new sexual relationship.
I got to fuck her more times that night than I could have possibly
dreamed of. She was so permissive, she even told me to keep fucking her
if she fell asleep.
Believe me when I tell you that I granted her that wish, and more. By
the time the sun came up the next morning, I was exhausted and my little
weiner was raw. It actually made Angela incredibly proud to know that I
was able to satisfy myself with her sexy body, almost injuring myself
because I couldn't refrain from achieving sexual pleasure with her.
The rest of the time I spent at her house that week was wonderful.
During the day, we'd conduct ourselves in relatively normal fashion,
only occasionally slipping into a sexual frenzy if either of us saw an
opportunity to take advantage of the other party.
In the evening after dinner, all bets were off, as much sex as we cared
to steal or offer taken and given without hesitation or regret. We
slept in both beds that week, my young hips fucking my sexy adult lover
in the same bed her husband ignored her in.
After my parents got back, Missus Masters got the phone call that we
knew would come but neither of us wanted. She finally convinced me to
get dressed and packed, her ambition to stop me so low that she grinned
wickedly each time I'd walk up to her and begin to diddle her trickle so
she'd grant me yet another nice fuck.
I'm not sure who was more disappointed while we were driving toward my
parents' house, although, I could tell my adult lover didn't mind me
continuously fondling her nubbin all that much. It must have made her
feel so nasty to drive very slowly through town with a ten year old
boy's hand up her dress and down inside her panties. I tickled and
diddled her clitty over and over, trying desperately to convince my
teacher and lover to turn around and take me back to her house so we
could fuck some more.
Watching her drive away filled me with a sense of dread I had never
imagined, her car disappearing around the corner at the end of the next
block making me think that life would forever be less than what it could
be. I was a changed person, aware of sexual pleasure, intense love, and
the compassion of a mature woman that needed more than just the simple
life of a loving sexually-frustrated wife and attentive mother to a
growing young preteen.
That night seemed to go on forever, my eyes wide open all night, those
wonderful times last week in bed with Angela making me think that I had
nothing else to live for, except to be with her.
How naive of me.
We were both desperate to spend any time we could together that next
week, which by the way wasn't often enough. Angela took incredible
risks those first few days after my folks got back, parking her car less
than a block away from my parents' house, waiting for me to come running
in her direction with a huge smile on my face. She knew what I'd want
to do the moment I climbed into her car, and anxiously kept her skirt
tucked up under her thighs so I didn't have to waste any time.
There were a few occasions when Angela asked my folks if she could
'borrow' me for an hour or two or five, since both her husband and handy
son were still away. We wasted NO time with the preliminaries during
the short ride between our houses, my hand disappearing up under her
skirt and gently providing my private chauffeur with mountains of
pleasure.
She'd also come visit me when I had chores to do around the house, the
horny woman intentionally leaving her panties at home if she knew my mom
needed to go shopping.
I know, because the first time I greeted her at MY front door and asked
her inside when nobody was home, she tugged her skirt up her bare legs
and displayed her pantyless condition to my hungry eyes, her stockings,
garter and nothing else blocking that lovely sight. She was so hungry
for more sex that she openly encouraged me to undo my pants, pull my
shorts down and nestle my hips into hers right there in the narrow
entryway of my parents' house, her skirt pulled to her waist and her
heels tucked up behind me hard.
It was fun fucking her anywhere, my mature lover never happier than when
I was working her up to a glorious cum and then keeping her there as
long as was physically possible. We were so incredibly reckless fucking
as often as we did, but neither of us had the desire to wait until I was
much older so we had a better chance to do it legally.
I never thought I'd be foolish enough to fuck her out in my back yard
either, but with no other place to go with my mom home, my few chores
keeping me at home for a few minutes, and Angela's sexual drive so
incredibly strong she was practically panting, we ducked behind some
bushes in my backyard and the anxious woman let me pound her as hard and
for as long as I could before my mom noticed we had disappeared from
inside the house.
We eventually DID get caught, but thankfully, not by an adult.
One of my neighbors, little Melissa Parker, who was all of four years
old and still running around the neighborhood in her panties, stumbled
upon us after we had stolen away into the bushes. She'd seen and
watched us for a few minutes, thinking we were playing hide-and-seek and
wanted to play as well.
When she ventured through the low tangle of limbs and saw me repeatedly
hammering my naked hips against Angela with the woman's skirt tugged all
the way to her waist, Melissa asked a question that I can still hear to
this day.
"What-cha doin'?"
Both Angela and I froze in mid-stroke, my dick stuffed as far inside her
pussy as I could reach, the image of a little four year old staring at
us and anxious to understand what kind of game we were playing.
Once she realized that we had pulled our underpants down and were doing
something that she was told was very naughty, Melissa burst out of the
bushes and ran away.
Angela and I were both horribly ashamed of ourselves, none more than my
adult lover, because she figured that soon enough, other people would
find out and she'd be called by the police to answer for all her sexual
transgressions with a ten year old.
Acting on the belief that we were both going to be in trouble, we
cleaned each other up and Angela went home, the poor horny young mother
ashamed and despondent. Even though I wasn't there to witness it and
support my lover while she was face first on her bed, she cried to
herself for hours that evening, her needs still very strong and her
ability to resist our combined sexual drive as low as it could possibly
be.
I, on the other hand, never moved from inside the bushes for quite a
while that afternoon, my butt parked on the cool grass for half an hour,
thinking my young life was now going to be over. I wrestled with the
image of my mom and dad finding out that I had done horribly naughty
things with an adult woman, their perception that it most likely would
have been better if I'd learned about sex with someone closer to my own
age.
Now without the one person that mattered more to me than my own life, I
felt embittered and alone once again. The same emotion I had on that
second day of summer was returned to me, a sense of loss and loneliness
that permeated every cell of my being, now tinged with the realization
that I'd committed a whole two weeks worth of disgusting but very
pleasurable sex acts with an adult woman.
To be continued in Chapter 3 . . .
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