Jump Started

Ever notice how life can slowly take over until you’re in that place where all you do is exist? This story is about an older widow who needs a jump start in life and finds it in a naïve but kind 19 year old who desperately wants to know about the physical side of love. At 63 she sees herself as average, but to him she’s something way beyond average. Both think it’s for no longer than a summer and make the most of the weeks they have.

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I’d been at Oak Grove Estates for a little over eleven months and still hadn’t met many of my neighbors, probably because most of them were snowbirds and not very sociable. I seemed to gravitate toward those living in the park year-round. I didn’t think I would like living in Northern Mississippi, but as I got used to the southern drawl and humidity it had begun to grow on me. I laughed at the name of the retirement community, one of those 55 and over places, I hadn’t seen an oak yet, much less a grove. Southern pine and Poplar galore, but so far, no oak.

I had what is known as a park model mobile home on a decent enough sized lot to have a small, raised bed garden plot. I loved having fresh vegetables more than just June through September, which is what it was in northern Michigan where I’d moved from. That is, if there wasn’t a late frost to kill off the seedlings. Harry, my hubby of 41 years checked out when he was only 66, making me a widow at the tender age of 61. Here I was a year later having uprooted my life and moved over 1500 miles away.

There wasn’t anything to keep me in northern Michigan, our three kids had gone to other parts of the world…. literally. A daughter married to a guy from Taiwan and was living there with their twin sons, the second daughter working with the American Embassy in Sweden, and “the boy’ as we called him was in the military stationed on Okinawa. Harry and I started having kids three minutes after we’d said “I do”, or at least it felt that way. I swear the man had no sooner hung his pants on the bedpost and I was pregnant. Having kids so young and in such proximity created problems at the time but yielded the rewards of being not much more than middle aged when they had all graduated high school.

I found myself lonely after Harry died, not enough to go looking for a partner, however I did fall into bed once with Anders Heikenen, the 40 year old Finnish guy who owned the Christmas tree farm at the end of our road. I think it caught him as much off guard as it did me, with him being more than twenty years my junior it was awkward from the get-go. I was embarrassed having him see my wrinkled and stretch marked old body and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with an older woman.

We’d both had a beer too many, by the time we got down to business the effects of that extra beer had worn off and there was no simple way out at that point. We fumbled and bumbled in the dark, to his credit he took his time making sure my motor was not only running but sufficiently warmed up. He kissed me like a lover would, he played with and kissed my breasts commenting they were firm and full. Thank you, I can live with that. He then made a big deal of talking lovingly about my greying sparse bush as he lowered his face to my now wanting nether region.

The first swipe of his tongue made my hips jump and I heard somebody who sounded an awful lot like me groan. I noticed that same person had their hands woven into his curly locks holding him tight to my now quivering pussy. A loving tongue bath of my folds was not new to me, Harry washed his face in my muff almost as much as he washed it in the sink, but it had been some time since that had occurred. I reveled in the first orgasm, my old body shaking and out of breath, I hadn’t been that out of breath since I’d last shoveled the driveway. As I collected myself Anders crawled up my body and was about to shove his dick into me when I stopped him.

“Nightstand, on the right, little bottle of KY, put a dab on you in case I’m not as wet as I think I am. Your tongue was great, but I want your cock to be just as fulfilling.”

Fifteen minutes later I could feel him shooting me full of young potent semen, thanking God I could no longer get pregnant, because as much as he came I was sure at least one sperm would have found its way through my cervix. I always loved that feeling when Harry and I made love, his cock swelling and then “bammo”, I was full and overflowing with thick warm seed. Semen that would find its way around his cock and then dribble down my ass crack to the sheets or drip off my clit if we were doing doggy. Anders’s climax had triggered my second orgasm which was why I was so out of breath. Pushing up on his chest I was able to take a deep breath and move him off, as he lay next to me I got up and washed away the mess between my legs, tossing a warm washcloth onto his belly when I walked back to the bed. I was in my nightie when he asked if we might do that again soon.

Turning on the bedside lamp I looked him dead in the eye, “Nope, that was a onetime thing that probably shouldn’t have happened. You made me feel good inside, but I also feel guilty as hell knowing I only buried Harry ten months ago. I’ll make a deal with you Anders, you say nothing of this to anyone and I won’t tell your finance of two years that you fucked a 62-year-old widow.”

He nodded, put his boots on and left in the darkness of night. Since that time nothing had been between my legs other than me washing. There were a number of older single guys in the park, none of them tripped my trigger in the least. I’d been asked to accompany two of them to the monthly potluck at the meeting hall, I declined, wondering what they thought I would want with not one, but two limp dicks. Spring was upon us, well, spring in Mississippi, it was still cold back home. I had called a local gardening place for a half dozen bags of topsoil for my raised garden, it was to be delivered that afternoon.

I had been working in the flowerbeds since just after lunch and was tired enough that I sat on the ground under a large tree, (no, not an oak) trying to cool off as a pickup stopped in front of my lot. I watched a younger man of 19 or 20 with a short beard and longish blonde wavy hair step out of the truck. Walking to me it was obvious he’d done something in regard to physical labor all his young life, his physique, was solid. He stopped four or five feet from me and smiled.

“Are you Mrs. Teague?” He asked.

I was maneuvering to stand when he extended a hand for me to grasp, once upright I brushed the non-existent debris off the back of my shorts as women are want to do and spoke.

“Yes I am, first name is Violet, most people call me Vi, and what’s your name?”

“Devon. Not a common name in these parts, my dad was from England so I have his dad’s name. He’s not with us any longer, died a long time ago, my grandpa I mean. My old man ran off with some chippy about ten years ago, mom died when I was sixteen. I live with my sister now. She’s divorced and is a nurse at the hospital. Sorry, my mom always said I talk too much, where would you like the topsoil?”

I was impressed by his soft demeanor, he wasn’t brash, or presumptuous the way so many younger men are, and I had to admit that he carried himself more as a man than an older boy. I never could understand why so many younger guys found it necessary to be so full of themselves, as though they were God’s gift to humanity. I’d taught far too many of those snotty little shits before I retired as a high school history teacher. When he had the bags of topsoil on the ground next to the beds, I signed the delivery ticket and stood looking down at the bags.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Mrs. Teague?”

“You can stop calling me Mrs. Teague and call me Vi for starters. I’m just wondering which one of the old goats in the park I can get to lift these and dump them into the beds. None of them are spring chickens anymore, shoot, neither am I for that matter.”

He looked at the truck, then at me, “I’ve got a few more deliveries to make but I can stop by after work if you want. I don’t need money or anything like that, I just want to help.”

“What about your sister, isn’t she going to be worried?”

“Naw, she’s working swing shift, I’ll text her and let her know I won’t be home for supper. I’ll just grab something in town when I leave here.”

Ah, an opportunity to cook for more than just one, “How about I make supper as payment, it would be nice to have someone to talk with. I made cookies this morning, do you like cookies?”

“Do I like cookies? Cookies are my downfall. Thank you, I’ll take you up on that offer. See you about five thirty.”

I waved as he drove away and got busy figuring out what to do for supper, knowing everything was frozen I zipped into town and bought a nice sized chuck roast, he had looked like he could eat a lot. By the time he’d come back the meal would be ready as soon as he was. When he pulled up I noticed he was still driving the garden center truck and commented.

“Being able to take the truck home at night is a nice perk. Not everyone gets that, you must have a good employer.”

He grinned, “I work for my uncle, he owns the garden center. I’ve worked for him every summer since I was 14, once I got my license he started me on deliveries. I’m 19 now and get to take the truck home as part of my pay, it’s a nice perk, keeps me from having to buy a car.”

For as tough, solid and country boy as he looked he was well spoken and articulate in his speech, although the colloquialisms of the local area still came to the surface from time to time. He washed up and sat for supper with me, I liked the fact that he asked if I prayed before I ate, I didn’t, but I appreciated his asking. After two large helpings he sat back and grinned.

“Miss Vivian. Mind if I use yer first name?” I smiled as I nodded, there was that Mississippi lingo. “That was a mighty good meal, I wouldn’t have gotten anything that good at a fast food place, or a diner. I’m not sure if I have room for more than three or four cookies, hope that doesn’t hurt yer feelings.”

“I’ll go one better Elliot, why don’t I just send some with you along with leftovers, I’ll never be able to eat all of that. I’ll throw in a few extra cookies for your sister. Will that work?”

“Yes-mm, that’ll work fine. Barbie Jo will love them, she likes cookies and that sort of stuff, she just doesn’t have time to bake.”

I smiled to myself noticing that his vocabulary seemed more relaxed as we got to know one another. He emptied the bags and then evened out the soil after we ate. We chatted under the awning of the mini-patio outside my kitchen door until about eight. He talked about how he had played football and baseball but was never a standout in either sport, just another player. He found more pleasure in shop classes than he did in all others and that he had graduated with a 3.8 GPA. The salutatorian of his class and voted most likely to succeed. Having been a former high school teacher myself, he piqued my interest, I wondered why he wasn’t going on to college.

“What made you choose a tech school over college education Devon?”

“Cuz I like working with my hands and as far as I’m concerned you don’t have to go to college to be smart or successful.”

The kid was smart and knew what he wanted, “I can’t argue with that explanation, and you’re right. College is not for everyone. The world is full of educated idiots.”

“Miss Vivian, I should probly head home. I need to shower and hit the rack, I have deliveries starting at seven and I don’t wanna be tired. I sure did enjoy the meal and it was good getting to know you. Sis will be happy with the leftovers. G-night.”

Watching him drive away I found myself liking this young bundle of energy, I saw no reason why we couldn’t become closer friends if the opportunity arose. Two days later I was finishing up the garden, the green beans and two pepper plants were all that remained to be planted. I noticed Devon’s truck go by slowly, he gave a short toot on the horn and waved as he went further along to the Jenkins place, unloading what looked like a dozen bags of mulch. On the way out of the park he stopped in front of my lot and walked to me.

“Hi Miss Vivian. Good to see you, looks like you’re staying busy.”

I brushed the dirt from my hands, “I am Devon, how can I help you today?”

“Oh, no ma’am, not looking for help from you. Was wondering if you need anything else done around your place? I could mow what lawn you have and maybe wash the windows for you, stuff like that. Sissy said to thank you for the leftovers and cookies, she liked having food ready when she got home.”

I smiled, “Did your sister tell you to offer your help, or was it your idea?”

“Nope, all my idea. Our house isn’t very big so there isn’t much to do and I get bored. Can’t sit for very long. Whadda you think Miss Viv, got anything I can help with?”

I pondered it a moment, “Sure. When would you have time?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one, my quitting time is five and I’m done by then most days, I only do deliveries until noon on Saturday, another guy finishes the day. I could stop in the evenings or on weekends if that will work.”

Being curious I needed a bit more information, “Are you afraid of heights, do you think you could clean out the gutters? They’re full of debris from the winter. And… I do have windows to wash. What kind of money are we talking? I don’t intend to let you do things for nothing, but I’m not rich either.”

He shuffled his feet through the grass a little and asked almost apologetically, “Would asking you to cook and let me have a meal with you be too much? I like board games and puzzles, maybe we could do that sometimes.”

I was liking this young man more and more, I found myself thinking, “his sister must be something else because she sure did a good job training him”. Guys do okay on their own for the most part, but they need a woman in their life to help smooth the rough edges. I also took notice of the fact that his stomach was flat, his arms were solid, his hat was on the right way, his pants were pulled up and he didn’t have a mouth full of chew. On top of that he was polite, considerate, he had manners and was willing to help me.

“Having someone to share food and time with sounds good to me, with one stipulation.” He looked at me bewildered. “You have to take cookies home for your sister if I make some. Think you can live with that?”

His soft smile looked bright in contrast with his weather tanned skin. “You got a deal Miss Viv. When should I start?”

“Saturday, come mid-morning. Do you drink coffee?” He nodded. “Okay we can have a cup when you get here.”

He was shuffling his feet again, “Mmmm, can it be after lunch? I work until noon.”

“Absolutely. I’ll make lunch for us, don’t eat before you get here. I planned to make some chili tomorrow, will chili and grilled cheese sandwiches be alright?”

He gave me a thumbs up and mouthed “perfect”.

It was a bit after eleven Saturday when I heard noises outside. I’d just gotten out of the shower after having worked in my garden all morning. I quickly slipped on a light cotton robe over my naked body wondering if I should even be going outside, curiosity got the better of me. Pulling the robe tight around my body I stepped out onto the small deck. There was Devon on a ladder cleaning the rain gutters.

“Devon? What the dickens? I thought you were coming around noon for lunch.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that. I know I said noon but there were no deliveries after ten so Uncle said I could go.”

I laughed softly, “You’re as bad as my late husband Harry, he never could sit still. Better than being a lounge lizard he would say.”

He stopped and looked me over, not leered, he looked. I wasn’t sure if I should be upset or flattered, then he spoke. “Yup, I knew it.”

“You knew what pray tell?”

“That even though yer older n me, you’re a handsome woman. I’m not tryin to be a smart ass, it’s just that you’re a pretty lady.”

Looking down I realized I had the robe wrapped around me so tight that it didn’t hide a curve or bulge whatsoever. And why were my stiff nipples on display pushing against the robe? I didn’t remember my cotton robe being that thin.

“You mind your manners young man. I’m going inside to dress and get lunch started. I made monkey bread for dessert. You’re going to help me eat that aren’t you?”?”

“You just try and stop me Miss Viv. Yell out when it’s time to come in for lunch.”

Walking back inside I was not only smiling I was blushing like a thirteen-year-old after her first kiss. This lad was winding me up in ways I hadn’t been wound for years. Making sure all the curtains were closed tight I adjourned to my bedroom and dropped the robe, feeling brave I stood looking in the full-length mirror. My breasts sagged some, but then so do most other 63-year-old breasts, the nipples still pointed outward instead of down and there was some firmness to them. Cupping both I gently rolled the nipples which caused me to shudder.

Gazing down, my grey bush was the center of focus, I never had a lot of hair to begin with. Harry liked it, he said it was a nice face full, whatever that was supposed to mean, I just knew he liked dining at the Y as often as I would let him. He almost had me talked into letting him eat me at a restaurant several years before he became sick, he was convinced he could get underneath the table without anyone noticing. I wiggled and squirmed until my panties were draped around my ankles, his hand was on the inside of my thigh pushing my dress up as he began to maneuver under the table.

It was at that moment I chickened out and thank God I did. No more than five minutes later our next-door neighbors walked in, seeing us alone they plopped themselves at our booth. He had just reached down for my panties and put them in my hand when the Reese’s walked over to us. I would have been mortified had they caught us with his face in my muff. Turning sideways to the mirror I playfully slapped my ass watching it wiggle. I no longer possessed the tight ass Harry loved to pound against from behind, but it wasn’t sagging or drooping either, I held both cheeks and squeezed lightly. Overall I was pleased with my body, yes, it was older, but it hadn’t been completely ignored. At 141 pounds and relatively firm in most places I still considered myself attractive in a mature sort of way.

I donned simple white panties and a bra to match, I wasn’t trying to impress anyone so why bring out the big guns? The slinky transparent slutty lingerie, Harry would groan and salivate when I paraded around in those kinds of undies. Made me wonder if Devon had ever seen a woman, or girl, in something like sexy lingerie. I scolded myself as I thought how lovely it would be to have a young virile stud like Devon lying in my love saddle rocking back and forth. What it would be like to feel him shoot inside and take me over the edge. I chastised myself as I pondered, maybe I’d find out in the weeks ahead, maybe not. I quickly slipped on pair of loose-fitting shorts and a tank top that wasn’t too tight but did offer a glimpse of cleavage. Some ankle socks and sneaks were all that remained.

The chili was warmed, the sandwiches nearly finished and ready for the table. I stepped out onto the deck just as Devon was descending the ladder, I smiled and waved him inside.

“Smells mighty good Miss Vivian. Glad I got here when I did, lunch smells delicious and I’m hungry in my dungarees as my grandpa would say. That monkey bread looks delicious. That and a glass of milk will hit the spot. I’m ready to eat when you are.”

I smiled as I set the grilled cheese in front of him, “Then let’s do it, I’m starved.”

As the afternoon progressed he became more and more sweaty. I was keeping him hydrated with ice water and the occasional glass of lemonade. Around three he asked if I minded him taking his shirt off.

“Heavens no Elliot, take that darned thing off and cool down.”

As the shirt was pulled over his head I drank in the muscled mass of youth before me. His jeans were beneath his waist crossing beneath the belly button exposing a fair amount of tight rippling abdomen. His tummy looked tight with a smattering of hair growing down the middle toward his love muscle. I imagined running my hand across his abs following the trail downward toward what I was sure would be a stiff pulsing cock, and then snapped out of my funk.

In my mind I’m thinking, ‘What is wrong with you Viv? This kid is 19, he’s not interested in an old broad like you, he may be naïve, but he isn’t that desperate. Besides, your tits are more like hanging baskets than fresh young rose buds. Why would he want to play with and suck on those? You’re being a pervert Viv, you never looked at boys in your classes like this. What the hell is wrong with you?’

I must have been blushing when he looked down at me, “You might wanna get inside Miss Vivian, yer cheeks are getting kinda pink, you might be getting a sun burn.”

Thank God the kid couldn’t see through my clothes, or he’d have noticed my nipples were hard as pebbles, and though I wasn’t wet between my legs, the blood was pumping through my swollen labia like a river. It would only take the touch of a tongue or a finger with a bit of KY sliding back and forth inside my old unused puss to take me into another stratosphere. I needed to go inside, of that there was no doubt, but it wasn’t due to sunburn, it was due to a 63-year-old woman’s horniness. I hadn’t felt this randy since long before Harry checked out leaving Gideons Bible behind.

I held a cool wet cloth along the back of my neck and another across the upper exposed portion of my chest. As my body calmed and became soothed I gathered my thoughts and put them where they belonged, in the trash. I had no cause to be looking at and thinking of that boy in a sexual manner. Yes, he was 19, and though he behaved in a mature manner he was still a boy in a lot of ways. He knocked on the door and stepped inside just after four. I beckoned him to sit and cool off. As he sipped on a glass of iced Orange pop I asked him about school once more.

“What is it you’re going to tech school for Devon?”

“Refrigeration. I got an uncle in Tupelo that has a refer business and he’ll hire me as soon as I graduate. I like mechanical things and tools fit in my hands, he says I have the aptitude to make a good serviceman. Most of the kids from town who go to college never work in the field they majored in. They got a mountain of debt, a piece of paper that says they’re smart and a crappy job where they start at the bottom all over again.”

“You’ll start at the bottom, just like them.” I quipped.

“Yeah, but I’ll be earning money at the same time and in five years if I pass the journeyman’s test, I’ll be making more than they will in ten years, and without all the debt they’ll be carrying. Nope, college aint for me.”

I had to admit his logic was not flawed, colleges are full of people who will never work in their degreed field. I knew of a girl who majored in women’s studies and political science, after graduating she couldn’t so much as buy a job with those degrees. She ended up working as a dog sitter when she wasn’t at the animal shelter. What a waste of time and money. As I was lost in thought I realized Devon was standing across from me.

“I’d better go Miss Vivian. Getting late and sis will wonder where I am, I texted earlier but she’ll still wonder. I’ll be back tomorrow after church to finish the gutters. I noticed the windows are rain splattered, you probly shouldn’t be up that high, I could wash um for you if you want.”

I told him I’d be home after church and that I’d see him around one. I also told him to plan on supper with me. Sunday was a cloudy day, there was no rain forecast, just constant cloud cover all day. Which in the end worked out well, Devon wasn’t in the blazing sun and it was shady enough that I could watch him from the lawn chair. He was between windows when I told him to sit and have something cold to drink with me. As he walked to where I was he looked sideways to the unit next door with two old farts on the deck drinking beer and laughing.

I noticed a pained look on his face, when he sat I touched his hand and asked, “Devon, what’s wrong. You look upset.”

He wouldn’t look me in the eye, “Those two guys on the deck are laughin at you and talkin dirty.”

I pulled back staring at him, “Why would they do that?”

“Cuz yer dress got pulled up in the back and they kin almost see yer butt. I think your nylons caught their attention first.”

I was mortified as I quickly tugged the hem of my dress back in place. “Oh my gosh, has it been like that all along? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Just saw it when I walked over. Was gonna tell you, but I thought you might think I was bein a perve or somethin like that. Which I aint.”

I patted his hand, “Of course you aren’t. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman.”

Right about then a sports car roared into the drive next door, a skinny blonde was bounding up the steps of the deck and plopped her butt on the lap of the guy with the biggest gut. I wondered what the hell was going on, I’d never seen her before. Leaning close I asked who she was.

“Oh, that’s Tina. He’s her uncle, she’s probably home from college for a few weeks. She can be nice, but most of the time she aint.”

It was well after four when he finished, I’d put a pork tenderloin in the oven an hour before along with potatoes to bake. I suggested he wash up and meet me in the kitchen/dining area. We didn’t talk much through supper, after dishes, which he insisted he help with, we sat on the screened porch until just before dusk. He stood.

“I’d better go Miss Vivian. I need to run home quick and grab my tent and sleeping bag.”

I gave him a puzzled look, “My sister’s boyfriend is gonna be there tonight, I usually pitch a tent and sleep over at the nursery when he does. Sis says I cramp their style if I’m home. When I was younger I was home lots of those times, she sure makes a lotta noise when she has sex. She says they’re gonna get married this fall, but she said that last year to. Time’ll tell.”

I watched him walk away wondering if I should have offered him the spare room. He was in the truck, had it started and was getting ready to pull away when he looked to wave goodbye and saw me walking rapidly toward him. He smiled.

“Did I forget something Miss Viv?”

“No Devon, I did, my manners. Go get your stuff and you can stay in the spare room. You don’t need to sleep in a tent, it’s going to rain, you’ll be drier inside. Then I can cook a nice breakfast for you.”

“I should shower before I come back, I’m kinda ripe.”

“No argument about being ripe, shower here, I have plenty of towels.”

After he’d showered and dressed we watched television until it became boring. He was on the couch next to me and when I raised my leg to tuck it under my butt I realized that I had probably flashed him my sky blue panties. When his eyes bulged and his hand immediately covered the front of his sweats I knew I had. I had no intention of embarrassing him and said nothing, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Though I’d been settled and not moving for over a minute or more his hand stayed in place over his crotch. I could see his gaze shift to my legs when he didn’t think I was watching. Moving my hand off my lap and sliding it along the side of my thigh I came to realize why he had been staring. Though my foot was under my butt the dress was up high enough I could feel the top of my stay up stocking. Lightly tugging my dress down he turned his gaze forward, with no more leg he gradually moved his hand to the side.

My heart fluttered, I made the assumption he was no longer hard, but even at that he possessed a formidable lump pressing against his sweatpants. I felt my nipples harden along with a tingling sensation that flooded the lower half of my mid-section. I was sure I could feel the pulse of my heart in my panties, my labia were so engorged I wasn’t sure if I had actually gotten wet or if I peed myself. Women my age seldom have enough natural vaginal secretions for their panties to get wet like they did when younger, but it sure felt like it at the moment.

I excused myself to powder my nose. With my panties around my knees I sat staring at the gusset amazed. It wasn’t full of thick, warm, creamy, sticky girl goo, but it was definitely more wet than usual. Sliding them back up I held my dress waist high and cupped myself, then groaned wishing it was that young stud in the other room cupping me. I washed my face with cold water and joined him again. We talked about mostly nothing until just after nine, I showed him where extra bedding was if he got chilly and where the towels were.

I had a big breakfast ready for him the next morning, he ate like I thought a 19-year-old should, it warmed my heart to see him enjoy breakfast. He grabbed his overnight bag and headed to work telling me he’d see me next Saturday to mow the lawn unless I needed him sooner. The way he phrased that made my heart skip a beat and brought a smile to my lips. My dirty mind was yelling that I needed him now. He stopped Thursday just after supper and asked if I minded him staying over Saturday night, his sister’s boyfriend was in town again on Friday.

“Why don’t you bring enough clothes and stay here Friday as well. Let them go at it as long as they want.”

He looked embarrassed when I mentioned them going as long as they wanted, but he said nothing about it.

“You wouldn’t mind me staying the weekend Miss V? I’ll kick in for groceries, I eat a lot. I could do other stuff around the place while I’m here.”

I wasn’t going to have him chipping in for food, “You are not going to pitch in for food. I love to cook and it’s no fun cooking for one. I’ll cook us up a storm this weekend. Cherry pie or white cake with buttercream frosting?”

His smile was devious, “Can I have both?”

I moved close and hugged him tight, “You sure can, you’re a sweet boy. I’ll see you right after work Friday, supper will be on the table at six, bring your appetite.”

He showed up just after five, quickly showered and changed. I liked what he had on, shorts that ended right above the knee and a tight t-shirt. His body was on display and I was enjoying the view. After we ate we were on the screened in porch talking. I hadn’t given any thought to how I was going to dress before he arrived and had stayed in a pair of very loose-fitting shorts with short legs. As we talked I sat comfortably with my legs crossed at the ankles and my knees open. Most of the time his eyes were on mine, but then I’d see him change the gaze to my midsection before looking back up.

At first I was confused, then realized the legs of my shorts were open far enough that I was sure he could see my panties. Bright red and inviting from my point of view. I was going to shift but decided not to, he was deserving of a peep show. As it began to get dark the sports car zoomed into the next driveway and the hot little blonde bounded toward the trailer. He looked but paid no attention. I decided it was time to open the proverbial door and see what might be on the other side.

“She’s a pretty girl. Do you know her?”

“Yeah, her dad is president of the bank and that’s his brothers place. We know each other but that’s all.”

“You mean you wouldn’t ask her out? I thought all young men wanted to date the pretty cheerleader types.”

“Nah. I don’t fit in with her crowd. She wouldn’t spit in my ear if my brain was on fire. So, who needs her and the one’s she runs with? I hear she’s kinda loose as well, the gossip in her senior years is that she had an abortion before going on the pill. I don’t know if she did or not, don’t rightly care either.”

I was intrigued, “What girls do you run with then?”

“I don’t run with any of them. I aint good around girls, they scare me. I don’t mean like I’m afraid of um, I just don’t do good around girls. I always seem to do or say the wrong thing. It’s easier to just not bother, sis says I’ll find somebody to teach me sooner or later.”

That statement piqued my interest, “What do you mean teach you sooner or later?”

He looked embarrassed, “You’re good to me Miss Vivian, I know you won’t tell no one or laugh at me. I aint ever been with a girl, only kissed two. I must not be very good at it cuz they wouldn’t go out with me no more. I aint ever seen a woman or girl naked except in a picture or internet porn. That internet stuff gets weird.”

“Devon, you’re a gentleman, ladies like a gentleman as opposed to the heavy breathers and ass pinchers. I have a question to ask. You graduated high in your class, why do you talk like a hick sometimes?”

“Ya caught me there Miss Viv. I know how to talk right but most of the guys I’ve run with since grade school talk like this, it seems natural after so many years.”

I frowned, “I know, but not being able to speak well doesn’t reflect well when you deal with the public like a serviceman will.”

“Miss Viv, you just called me a gentleman again, you did it the other day to. What if I don’t wanna be a gentleman anymore? What if I wanna know what it’s like to kiss a girl and touch her boobs and make love with her? What if I don’t wanna go away to school and not know what to do, I’ll be laughed at just like I am now. I don’t want that no more.”

“What you need Devon is confidence. Girls sense fear in a guy just like an animal senses fear in someone. If she thinks he’s scared she doesn’t want anything to do with him. It sounds crude but her hormones are telling her to find the one most suitable to breed her. There’s no reason that can’t be you.”

I saw his eyes dip again, this time lingering a nanosecond longer than before. He looked frightened when he looked at me.

“Couldn’t you tell me about that stuff Miss Vivian? I trust you and I know you won’t say nuthin.”

I wasn’t expecting that to come rolling off his lips. I had been fantasizing about this lovely young stud having his way with my body for over two weeks and here it was. The moment of truth. Sure, I could tell him, it would be more fun to show him. He had six weeks before he was scheduled to leave for school, I could teach him a lot in that time span.

I stood and reached for his hand, “Let’s go inside, the bugs are starting to come out.”

I didn’t let go of his hand until we were inside, I closed the drapes and sat on the couch patting the cushion next to me. He sat about two feet away, I scooted to him and looked up into his star gazed eyes.

“Have you been looking up my shorts tonight?” He blushed and was going to say something when I stopped him with two fingers on his lips. “It’s okay, what color are my panties?”

“Umm, red, fire engine red.”

I moved my leg up so the one pant leg was open, as his eyes went in that direction and he began to breathe deep I knew I had his attention. The moment was now or never. Was I going to seduce this young man and make him my lover for the next six weeks, or simply talk about things? I didn’t need to give it any thought, you damned right I was gonna nail his ass to the mattress, he’d be my own personal gigolo.

“Would you like to touch my panties Elliot? You can, slide your hand up inside my shorts and touch me. Be gentle.”

The gentle part obviously escaped translation because his strong hand was up my shorts and pulling at my panties. I slapped his arm which got his attention.

Holding onto his hand I spoke softly, “Gently, I said gently. I’ll let you touch and feel but you have to be gentle. Girls don’t like to be mauled.”

I was smiling to myself, at least not right away. Once we get to know and trust our lover it’s time to unleash the hounds from time to time. Slow and gentle is good, but there are those days when a spontaneous session of hard and heavy screwing is what the doctor ordered. I wasn’t sure I’d have him in me that night, but certainly by the next night. Taking his hand I slowly moved it under the leg of my shorts depositing it directly on my mound.

“Now move your finger softly up and down, there, yes. How does that feel? Do you like it?”

“It’s so soft and warm. I really like the middle part where it’s a little damp. Does that mean you’re horny Miss V?”

“Yes sweetheart, it means I’m ready for you to learn more. Slide a few fingers under the elastic and rub across my bush. Mm-hmm, now move them between my legs. Do you feel how soft and warm the lips of my kitty are? Your fingers are doing that. Do you know what a clit is?” He nodded. “Find it at the top and open the folds so you can touch it. Oh my God, yes baby, right there. You’re doing so well, but I think we need to take this where it’s more private.”

In the bedroom I sat on the bed with him standing in front of me. I pulled down on the sweatpants hooking my fingers into the waistband of his underwear as I did. To my joy what sprang forth made me momentarily lose my breath. As I let the clothes drop around his ankles I stared at the lovely piece of man meat that was most certainly going inside me tonight, there was no longer any debate in my mind. He was hard but not rock hard and already it was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Not porn film unbelievably big, but an easy seven inches and fat as a small summer sausage.

I looked up, “Shirt off. Then undress me.”

He was young, what he didn’t have for chest hair he made up for in muscle. My body trembled as the muscles of his body rippled and danced across his chest. He had obviously learned his lesson about grabbing because he slowly unbuttoned my blouse, taking it off and then unhooking the bra while I was turned around. When I faced him again his hands hesitantly moved to my body.

“Can I touch your breasts? Should I call them breasts?”

“Harry called them his titties or tits, you can call them the same if you like. After tonight they’re gonna be yours until you leave for school. Yes, you can touch, gently. Squeeze them softly, mm-hmm, now shape them into a cone and slide your fingers underneath until you reach the nipples. You’re doing good Devon, now gently roll the nipples between your fingers. The nipples are hard, see how they like that? Sit on the bed and suck them a little.”

My hunk of bone and muscle was softly lavishing my tits with kisses, sucking lightly as I held his head tight to my chest. His hands were on my ass cheeks squeezing, I felt one hand slide between my legs as I opened them. He was rubbing back and forth across the crotch of my shorts when I pulled back. The loud POP as his lips left my nipple made him grin.

“Would you like to see and feel her? Then unbutton them and take them off. Unh-uh, not the panties, not yet. Very good, now rub your fingers between my legs against the crotch of my panties. Oooo, right there, you’re a fast learner. Now lean forward and kiss my kitty right in the middle of my muff. Now slide my panties down and do it again. I see your cock is hard as a steel pole, stand up and let me help with that.”

I stroked his cock with both hands using the massive amount of pre-cum along with saliva. A cut cock, my preference, the head of it protected like a huge helmet, all dark and purple looking. Standing rigid his head was back, eyes closed, mouth open, I had one hand sliding up and down and the other on his balls. As they began to tighten he yelled out.

“I’m gonna shoot, stop, I’m gonna shoot. It’ll be all over you.”

Looking into his eyes I smiled, “Go ahead and shoot baby, there won’t be a mess, promise.”

When I felt his scrotum contract I leaned forward and put the head of his lovely young cock in my mouth and wrapped my lips tightly around the shaft. What this lad lacked in experience he more than made up for with volume. I’ve never been shy about swallowing, but then I’ve never had that much cum in my mouth at one time. The first blast was strong enough it caught me off guard and my eyes bulge as I gulped for all I was worth.

Then the second, the third, the fourth, I was beginning to wonder if his cock was ever going to stop spewing. I’d locked my lips around the head tight but it was still running out both sides on my mouth.

Thankfully it became no more than several dribbles and a few throbs in my mouth, I felt like I’d been waterboarded. I softly sucked and licked his limp dick until he pushed me away. I scooped the drying cum off my chin and sucked my fingers clean, this kid had sweet tasting jizz, he was obviously eating right. The taste and texture of cum has never bothered me, in fact I rather enjoy the feeling of seed being sent down my throat. I told him to lay on the bed and catch his breath, when he was breathing normally I lay next to him.

“Next part of the lesson Devon, an important part of seducing a girl is kissing. Girls like to be kissed if you do it right. We’ll practice that tomorrow, tonight I need you to make love to me. My body isn’t what it was twenty years ago, so I’m gonna need you to help get my motor running. Will you do that?”

“Anything you want me to do Miss V, just tell me.”

“I want you to scoot up on the bed lengthwise. Mmm-hmm, like that.”

As I knee walked along his body he was playing with my tits, when I was chest height I leaned down and kissed him. With my hands on his face I softly with passion.

“You need to know something, I start talking kind of dirty when I get aroused so don’t slow down or stop if I do that. I need a little jump start to get my engine running, I’m gonna lift my body over yours and put my pussy on your mouth. Then you’re going to lick and suck my pussy until I cum.”

“Oh, I know what that is. It’s called eating pussy, I watched it on a porn flick at Todd’s house. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

My knees were above his shoulders, my butt on his chest and my pussy an inch from his mouth, I could feel the hot breath against my pulsating labia. I so wanted his tongue to split them and find my nubbin to lick and suck on. I moved my ass forward until the labia were touching his lips.

“Lick between my pussy lips, yup, like that. Uh-huh, up and down, stick your tongue inside me as much as you can. Ohhh, good boy. Now move to the top and use your tongue to open that little hood over my clit. Ahhh, yes, like that. Make your tongue stiff and lick it, swirl your tongue around it, yes, now suck on it lightly. Oh my gosh, you’re doing so well. Move down just a little, right there, now lick and don’t stop until I push you away.”

With my head thrown back I had a tit in each hand, squeezing, tugging, tweaking the nipples, my hips were rocking back and forth across his mouth. To his credit he never broke from licking furiously, my body began to stiffen. I hadn’t had an orgasm in years and this one was going to rip through me like a freight train, I let out a yell, my toes curled, and my body smashed into his face. My cunt was grinding across his mouth as wave after wave ripped through my body. Shit, I hadn’t cum like this in years, I so hoped this was not a once in a lifetime thing. I was out of breath and didn’t give a damn, I slid down his body until I felt the tip of his massive cock touch my saliva coated wet labia.

“Lover boy, stay still until I tell you to move. I’m gonna put your lovely cock inside me, when you feel it go in push up gently. I haven’t fucked in years, it’ll take me a little while to get used to your big dick. And honey, don’t let any girl tell you otherwise, you have a big dick. When you’re inside I’ll move up and down until its all the way in. I need you to let me do it at first, when you’re balls deep I’ll let you fuck me hard, okay baby?”

“Whatever you want Miss V. You just tell me if I’m not doin somethin right. I wanna be a good lover for you.”

Pushing up with my left arm I reached between us with my right hand, grabbed his cock and put it at the entrance to my vagina. With it in place I pushed back, I was tighter than I had imagined, after a considerable amount of resistance the head popped in. I heard him groan and felt his cock twitch. I stopped and caught my breath.

“Look between us, that’s your cock and it’s going to fill my pussy in a few minutes. When I start riding you should watch, it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. I loved watching Harry pump in and out of me.”

With the head in I slowly and methodically pushed him deeper and deeper with every few strokes, three minutes later I felt my ass touch his thighs and grinned. I had pleasantly surprised myself with how quickly my body adapted to his length and girth. Sitting straight up I ground my hips into him, getting his cock just a bit deeper and in perfect position. It had been years since a cock was in me, I took an extra minute to adjust. I leaned forward with my hands on his chest and began to ride slowly, developing a cadence between us. With my chest above him my tits hung as perfect cone shaped spheres, I lowered first one and then the other into his waiting lips. The one he wasn’t sucking he was playing with. I knew my 63-year-old legs wouldn’t last a long time and stopped.

“Wrap your arms around me and hold me tight, I’ll wrap my legs around you, then roll me over so I’m on the bottom.”

Without his cock ever leaving my body he was on top looking down at me. “I really wanna go faster and harder, can I do that now.”

“Yes baby, you can fuck me now. I think younger people call it marking a girl, owning her pussy, but know this Devon, once you cum inside me your mine. No other girl’s pussy will be wrapped around your cock before you go away to school. Got that?”

“Got it, your pussy is mine and my cock is yours. I’m gonna go faster now.”

“Well don’t let me hold you back, pound away lover boy. Make me scream, I want to feel your balls fill me with puddles of sperm.”

And he did. I relished the feel of that thick head spreading my vaginal walls which immediately grasped the shaft holding his cock tightly within. With his youth came stamina, I’d cum three times before I felt him tense. He slowed slightly and then slammed into me so hard it moved my body. He was making noises like some sort of feral animal, grunting, hissing through his teeth, his cock stabbing again and again as each spurt of semen was sent splashing against my cervix. If there’s one thing I love about a man’s orgasm, it’s feeling him shoot inside me. I could feel the throb along the bottom of his cock with each new spurt, something I’d never felt before. Tonight may have been a first time for him, there had been a few firsts for me as well.

He was looking down at me panting with a grin on his face, I was exhausted. Bending his arms so that our faces were close he kissed me, it was soft and inexperienced, at the same time it was real. The word innocence flashed in front of my eyes, it was time to teach him a little more. With my hand at the back of his neck I pulled him tight, our lips were soft, the motions gentle. I swiped my tongue across his lips and then invaded his mouth, he took over from that point. We had been kissing a few minutes when he lifted his body off mine and lay next to me.

His hand was immediately on my breast which was slightly splayed to the side, softly playing, molding it, he leaned toward me and sucked it deep into his mouth. His hand was in my wet matted muff twiddling the curly hair, tugging lightly. With a tit in his mouth he moved a finger downward on the way to my vagina. I clamped my legs together and stroked his face. He was looking at me with hurt puppy dog eyes.

“Baby boy, I can’t. Not again tonight, I’m sore and swollen, if we go again I won’t be able to walk. You’ve had a taste of pussy and sank your cock balls deep when you came. That will have to do for tonight. If I’m feeling up to it in the morning I’ll give you a blow job before you leave, no promises though. Considering neither of us are used to sleeping with anyone else in our bed I think you should sleep in the spare room. That way we’ll both sleep, and you have work in the morning, I’ll have breakfast ready by 6:30. Now go my sweet, lovely boy, you’ve made me so happy.”

As he sat on the edge of the bed he looked back at me, “Can we do this again Miss V? I won’t tell anyone, ever.”

I sat up and pulled him to me for a long passionate kiss. “Devon, we’re going to do this and more until you leave for school. In a few days I won’t be sore anymore and you can have me anytime you like. I meant what I said about no other pussies around your cock, it’s mine until you leave.”

He smiled and gave me a quick peck, “Yes’m, it’s yours. Thank you for teaching me.”

I watched him walking away, as he closed the bedroom door I quickly put my hand over my pussy, cum was running out of me as I headed to the bathroom. I probably looked like a little girl about to pee herself, I didn’t care, I was trying to keep his yummy abundant load from running down my legs. Sitting on the pot pushing out as much cum as I could I grinned, listening to the plop, plop of semen hitting the water my body shivered. I had just been fucked, thoroughly fucked by a 19-year-old virgin, and I loved every clumsy inexperienced second. He was mine to teach, mine to show what I liked and what I was sure other women would as well.

I wiped three times before I considered myself dry enough to put on fresh panties. When I woke around four to pee I realized I should have waited a few minutes longer when I was pushing out cum the night before, the gusset of my panties was soaked with thick sticky boy cream. Damn I was going to have fun this summer, I made the decision to buy some light days pads or I’d have gobs of cum dampening my panties constantly. I say constantly because just as soon as my unused pussy became comfortable enough to take a regular hammering, I intended to keep this boys balls empty. I determined that if I could fuck him daily, dammit, I would, it wasn’t very likely, but a girl can dream can’t she?

I was up at six donning a short robe that left lots of leg showing and then stood asking myself this question. “Panties, or no panties, that is the question?” Considering the level of soreness and swelling I was experiencing I made the decision, panties, but I wanted something other than my comfy full briefs. Digging around in my underwear drawer I found what I wanted, a pair of red and white striped boy shorts I’d bought to entice Harry one anniversary. Sliding off the sodden pair I quickly slid the others up my thighs, as I pulled upward I could feel the cloth hugging my vulva, considering how sensitive I was I was careful not to pull them too tight.

I wanted him to be excited and interested but I couldn’t afford to let him into my panties, or take them off, if he managed that I didn’t care how sore I was, I’d fuck his young ass into the mattress. No, he could rub and feel gently, but no more. Okay, maybe some nipple play, but that’s it, I’d do my utmost to make sure he got all the pussy he wanted that night. Harry and I had dabbled with anal a few times, did I dare take him that far? Better yet, was my older body even up for that sort of thing? Having a dick in your ass being pounded toward an orgasm had to be much different at 35 or 40 than it would be at 63. The more I thought about it the less enticing it sounded.

I heard him coming down the hall at six thirty, I kissed him like a lover would and told him to sit. I enjoyed cooking for and serving this young specimen of pent-up testosterone. This provider of all the semen my pussy could possibly hold, this sweet loving young man who would be my lover for at least another five or six weeks. As I was bending over his hand went up the back of my robe gently cupping an ass cheek. My oh my, for an inexperienced lad he certainly knew how to get my motor running. I kissed him again and moved away.

With breakfast over he sat back as I cleared the dishes, when I walked back to him I straddled his lap and opened my robe, I feared he might not like what he saw in the daylight. My slightly drooping breasts, the stretch marks that never went away after the babies, the little roll of flabbiness on my tummy that didn’t show up unless I was bent at the waist. I needn’t have been concerned, with my hand on the back of his neck I drew him to a nipple, he wasted no time sucking and lightly biting. Pulling his head back I whispered.

“They come in pairs, one is feeling left out.”

He smiled and attended to the other breast, as I stood I took his hand and put it against my mound, gently sliding it back and forth between my legs. Up to this point he had said very little other than good morning and how great breakfast was.

“Miss V, it’s so soft and warm. Can I touch inside your panties, it was sorta dark last night, I’d really like to see it.”

“You need to wait until tonight sweetheart, I’m sore and swollen. You’re off at noon, when you get home I should be feeling well enough for you to eat me again, you’ll get a good look then.”

He stood looking at me as though he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Cup my breasts as you kiss me goodbye, squeeze them a little, let them know you like them. Mmm-hmm, good boy. Now move your right hand down and cup me, yup, like that. No, just cup me, you don’t need to move your hand. I like it when you feel my pussy. Kiss me once more and then be gone.”

“Miss V, can we, umm, you know.”

I interrupted, “Can we screw again?” He nodded vigorously. “Yes, you can have me again, next time we’ll go slower, that’s called making love. Then after that I’m going to teach you doggy. You’ll like how deep you can push it into me.”

I leaned next to his ear and whispered, “Go to work, and don’t you dare jerk off, everything that comes from your balls is mine.”

A quick peck on the lips and he was out the door. While doing the dishes I found myself pondering the past 24 hours. I hadn’t felt this slutty in ages, Harry and I used to role play from time to time, but that was ages ago. I was always the college girl next door that he would entice and then seduce. Ironically my fantasy was always that he was the innocent guy who was still a virgin at 20 and I made it my mission to take his virginity. I laughed to myself, my fantasy was coming true before my very eyes, I didn’t need Harry to pretend being the young virgin man, Devon was fulfilling that role in the flesh.

As the morning wore on I busied myself around the house, by late morning much of the soreness and swelling had subsided. If he wanted to see my greying pussy, I was going to give him the opportunity as I helped him with the finer points of making me cum with his tongue. I had also made up my mind that after he finished with me I was going to stuff as much of his cock in my mouth as possible, I was going to make sure his first blow job was mind blowing and memorable. One he would compare all others to in the future. The only thing that concerned me was the amount of cum I’d need to swallow. Some had run out the previous time he came in my mouth, swallowing all he had to offer was my next goal.

When the truck pulled up at 12:40 I was in the yard watering my plants. The neighbor was on his deck watching, I wasn’t quite sure how Devon was going to play this, public displays of affection were out of the question. He stopped about five feet from me, his sweaty body looked good enough to consume on the spot.

“Morning Miss V. Got more chores for me to do? Oh, and thanks for letting me stay overnight while my sisters entertaining her boyfriend.”

He said it loud enough for the neighbor to hear, I smiled at him. He was far smarter than he liked to let people know, after all, he was ranked the second highest in his graduating class. I felt a tingle in my pussy and a quiver down my spine, he hadn’t touched me and my nipples were already hard.

“Yes Devon, the grass needs mowing and I have some things I need moved around inside. That way you won’t need to be in the heat all afternoon. Come along, let’s have some lunch first.”

With the neighbor still watching and the front room curtains wide open I was hoping he’d wait until we were in the kitchen where no one would see us before showing affection. Which he did, somehow he knew to keep his distance until we were out of sight. Turning into the kitchen I felt his hand on my shoulder stopping me, I turned walking into his embrace. After a steamy kiss he loosened his hold.

“I don’t like that guy, he’s like some dirty old man kind of thing. I don’t want him talking bad about you.”

With my hands on his chest I stepped back an inch or two, “Let’s do it like this. We’ll have a quick lunch, then you mow the lawn, you’re already sweated up, no sense cleaning up now. When you’re done we’ll take a nice shower together before we go in the bedroom. Does that sound alright with you?”

He smiled, “Yes’m, I’ve never showered with anybody, this’ll be fun. Can I wash you?”

I reached down rubbing my hand up and down his now erect cock, “Yes honey, you can wash me and when we’re done I’d like a tongue bath. Do you know what I mean?” He looked confused. “Use your tongue on my pussy like last night.”

“Oh damn, I liked that, and it’ll be light enough to actually see all of you. The guys in the locker room always talked about how girls had a bad odor. But you didn’t have that, I liked the smell of you and the taste to. I like to lick you Miss V.”

Letting him sit I went about placing sandwiches on the table, as we ate I felt I needed to straighten something out.

“The only reason a girl should have an offensive odor is if she isn’t taking care of herself hygienically, or she has an infection of some sort. Otherwise what you smell is her natural juices from being turned on, it’s an aroma, not an odor. Does that help?”

He looked up with a grin, “Don’t care what them other girls smell or taste like, I like you and that’s all. Will we do that in the shower?”

“No sweetie, we’ll wash each other and play in the shower, then we’ll go in the bedroom. You should mow the lawn quickly, you’re making this old lady horny.”

He stood and leaned down to kiss me, as he did I felt his large muscular hand gently cup my breast, he didn’t squeeze or mold it, he simply cupped it in his hand. Whether it was out innocence or previous knowledge it didn’t matter, he seemed to know what to do, I was putty in his hands. As he stood I stood with him holding his hand to my breast.

“Devon, where did you learn to do that. Just hold my breast without playing?”

“Oh, my sisters’ boyfriend does it all the time. She told him how she liked it and now he does it all the time. I was hopin you would to.”

Smashing his hand tight to my breast I kissed him, “It was exactly what I wanted. Go mow the lawn or we’ll never get our chores done before we go in the bedroom. Go, hurry.”

By the time he’d finished with the lawn he’d shed the shirt and stood glistening in the sunlight. I found myself wondering how an old broad like me lucked out having this hunk of muscle and raging hormones in my bed. Whatever the reason was, I was going to enjoy the weeks ahead, I had been celibate far too long. I grinned as I thought about the fact that all I’d needed was a little jump start and my motor was ready for racing. I was determined to take every inch he had without discomfort before the week was out. I wasn’t yet sure how I could have him in my bed each night without the neighbors figuring things out, but there was still time to work on that.

As he walked in looking masculine and in need of taking care of I wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him in front of everyone, alas, that wasn’t gonna happen. I sat him at the kitchen table with a glass of iced lemonade and then sat on his lap, I could feel his hardon against my butt. I whispered in his ear.

“Is that for me? I sure hope so. Come, let’s shower, I want to have a good look at you.”

He had taken off his shoes at the door when he came in and was only in jeans so he was naked in a flash. I smiled, his cock was pulsing, standing at attention, looking like it was ready to destroy my hungry beaver. I couldn’t get over how thick the head was, the veins running along the sides were throbbing as his breathing began to stagger. I’d had on a pair of loose shorts and a button top, by the time he was naked I was still in bra and panties. As I reached behind he stopped my arms.