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Erotica by Joe Tortuga

Chapter 2: Wild Thing

(cheat, cuckolder, MF, oral, Summer of 89)

April 24, 2013

I spent a lot of time unpacking, discreetly watching Mrs. Cooke, and masturbating as I thought of her hands on me.  And her lips and other parts, but my imagination wasn’t up to that.  I knew what someone else’s hands on me felt like, finally, and it was good enough for a month’s worth of fantasies.

Admittedly, unpacking was most of that. I wanted to start canvassing the neighborhood, looking for work, but there just wasn’t time. We set up the beds, sorted boxes, moved furniture.  Mom made Dad and I move the living room furniture around five times before she was happy.  And we had a basement here, which we’d never had in North Carolina.  Thankfully, I was in good shape, partly because I’d started the gardening job back in May before we moved.  Before I even knew we were moving, really.

I was glad for the distraction. All my friends were back home, and I’d be starting a new school in the fall. I knew even then it was a chance to reinvent myself, maybe have a better experience. Still, I missed them. Between unpacking and her hands… I missed them a bit less.  I still wished I’d asked Angela out on a date, but I never had.  You’d think fifteen was too young for regrets.

Once we got most of the stuff unpacked — it was going to take all summer to really finish the job — I pulled out my riding lawnmower and started doing the maintenance. It was time to mow our lawn at least.  It wasn’t all mine, but I’d paid for half of it.  Dad paid for the other half, and I agreed to do our lawn “for free”. Which was funny because I was doing it for free before I got the mower.  I think it was just Dad’s way of encouraging me.

It came through the trip okay, with just a ding on one of the sides. I cleaned up the engine and checked the spark plugs. It was much more complicated than the single cylinder push mower we’d had before. But then it had a real engine with a drive train and everything. I was firing it up when Mrs. Cooke came over.

“Time to do the lawn work?” she asked. She was carrying a couple water bottles and handed me one.

“Yep, the grass is getting a bit long over here,” I said. “I see yours is as well.”

“It is,” she said. “I’m going to be doing some weeding in the flower beds, but if you’d mow the lawn after you do yours, we can talk about payment after?”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Cooke,” I said.

“Brian,” she said. “I think you should call me Janet.”

“Sure thing. Mrs. I mean, Janet.”  I blushed, and she smiled.

“See you soon,” she said and winked at me.

I swallowed and started my mower.

While I worked on my yard, she kept weeding. I managed my path so I could look over at her as much as possible. Once again her shorts were tight and her top loose-fitting.  Normally I try to keep the lines on the yard as straight and neat as possible — I think it’s more professional that way.  But today they were wavy and out of control, and in several cases, I had to back up and do an area over.  When I got to her backyard she stepped up the game by unbuttoning her blouse the whole way, and letting me see the frilly white bra she had on underneath it.

Thankfully — for my business at least — she went inside when I did her front lawn so it was neat and good looking.  Since she did her own weeding and flower beds, that was all there was to it.  As I rolled my mower into our shed she waved at me from inside. “I’ve got lemonade!” she yelled through her kitchen window.

I laughed, adjusted myself, and took a deep breath.

I was about to lose my virginity.  Or I hoped so anyway. I mean, mowing a lawn is a big step up from bringing in a few groceries, right? Not just blowjob worthy but like full on sex. Not that I’d turn down my first blowjob, either.  “Get it under control, Brian,” I said to myself. “Try to be cooler than you are.”.

I went inside and Janet was standing at her kitchen counter with her back to me. She wore only a white terrycloth robe, which ended just above her knee. Her hair was down and flowed in brown waves down her back.  She turned around and handed me a glass of lemonade and a sandwich plate. “Eat up. You need to maintain your strength,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said taking it. The folds of the towel met in a wide V somewhere below her breasts, where the robe was tightly cinched around her waist.  I quickly ate the sandwich and drank the lemonade. “It’s good.”

“Thank you,” she said, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek.  She smelled of flowers and baby powder. I realized then that I didn’t smell so good, and so did she.  She leaned back, her nose wrinkled. “Shower time,” she said.  “There’s one in the basement.”  She pointed at a door in the kitchen, and I finished off the lemonade and went downstairs.

I found the shower and climbed in.  A few minutes later, I heard her open the door. “Just dropping off a towel,” she said. My heart was racing and my cock was hard. Was this how normal people did things? I’d never been naked with anyone. I’d never seen a woman naked.  And for a split second there, I thought I’d be showering with one.

I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

I finished up my shower and  dried off with one of the largest, fluffiest towels I’d ever seen.  My clothes were gone, even my shoes.  I just shrugged and wrapped the towel around my waist.  As I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard her call me from deeper in the basement. It was enclosed and had carpet, a sectional sofa and a TV.  Ours wasn’t finished like this, and I thought it was pretty nice.

The best part, of course, was the beautiful almost-naked woman in the center of the room. “Wow,” she said. “You really are well built.”  She walked over to me, and ran her hands over my belly.  I looked down, and realized how much weight I’d lost over the past few months.  Gone was the nerd paunch, replaced by something women rubbed their hands over.  My cock bobbed.

I reached out to her, and ran my hands over her breasts through the robe, and she stepped back. “Have you ever seen a woman naked?”  I started to answer, “In real life, not Playboy,” she said.

“No,” I said. “I’m looking forward to my first time.”

“I bet you are,” she said, untying the belt of the robe.  She pushed it back over her shoulders, and let it fall and pool around her feet.

In retrospect, Janet wasn’t that much older than I was. She was in her mid-twenties, and I was fifteen.  She was young, but I was fifteen, and she was old to me, and beyond anything I’d ever dreamed. I remember staring at her breasts, and I remember that they were big enough that it took both hands to encompass them.  That day, with the robe pooled around her feet, they drooped a bit as breasts that large always do, but I didn’t notice (or really have any comparison).

The hair over her pussy was brown and thick and curly and damp.  Maybe from her shower, maybe from her own arousal, I didn’t know then.  In the upper left of it, there was a beauty mark that sat at the corner. I remember that well, as I spent many afternoons with my mouth on it.  But I get ahead of myself.  I was standing there in her basement, gaping at her: the first woman I’d ever seen naked.

And she let me, because she knew how I’d react.

“Why don’t you drop yours, Brian?” she asked.  Since I was half holding the towel closed, it was easy to just let it go. It slithered over my erect cock, and she did some gaping of her own. She smiled at me in a predatory way, and I blushed.  My cock bobbed; she directed me to where she wanted me to sit, in the corner of her sectional sofa.  “I plan more firsts for you today.”

They’d laid down a shag carpet in their basement, and she knelt on it in front of me, between my legs.  She wrapped a hand around my cock, and I sighed. I’d been thinking about that touch all week. I looked down at her, and could see her breasts as she looked up at me.  She moved up and forward, and wrapped her lips around my cock.

She bobbed a few times, getting it wet and getting the feel for it, then she slid all the way down my cock, swallowing me whole.  Her nose pressed against my groin and my brain lost all capacity for anything but what she was doing right then.  My first blowjob, and it was a deepthroat!

In this, and other things, Janet spoiled me for the rest of my life.

She didn’t do anything special that time.  Just bobbed her head up and down with the occasional hand on my shaft, jerking me off.  It didn’t take long before I was close. I let her know and she moved so that the lips were around the top and began jerking me off into her mouth.  She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, her hair cascading all around he, her lips on my cock.  It didn’t take much longer before I shot off in her.

She laughed happily and swallowed it all down.  “Can’t leave any evidence,” she said with a smile.  She licked me a bit, cleaning me up, and I just stayed hard.  I’d love to be fifteen again. Physically, anyway.  “Plus, that’ll make you last longer when we fuck.  But first, I’d like it if you returned the favor?”

She slid up on the sofa next to me, and slid back spreading her legs as she went.  Her pussy lips poked out, glistening and wet. “I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” I said.

“I know,” she said. “Don’t worry.”  She slid her fingers between her legs, and spread her lips for me.  “Start at the top there,” she said. “And just lick it a bit.  And listen to what I say to you.  Paying attention to your partner and what you’re doing is the most important skill.”

I did what she suggested, tasting the warm musky place between her legs. I slid my tongue over the spot she told me about, and she made a gasping noise and I stopped. “No, that’s good,” she said. “Do that more.”  So I did.

I ran my tongue around different places, and soon I found the hard nub that made her gasp and moan each time I tweaked it with my tongue.  I sucked on it a bit and she grabbed my head with her hands, crying out in pleasure as I did it.  I slid my own hand up, parting her lips and trying to breathe as I made her come.

She let go of my head, but still ran one hand through my hair.  “Slide them in,” she said.  “Your fingers.  Get me ready for you.”

I slid a finger in and then another, while still licking and teasing her. I hoped I wasn’t doing anything too wrong, but she wasn’t pushing me away either. Part of me was amazed by the whole thing, and part of me — the hard part — rubbed against her couch as I slid my fingers in and out.

Throughout it all, Janet gave me little noises or suggestions, letting me know what worked for her. This was one of the things that made her such an amazing lover. I had no idea at the time how much I was learning, but today it’s one of the reasons I’m still glad for what happened, no matter how it turned out in the end.

I found a rough patch with the tips of my fingers, and when I rubbed that her back arched.  I pulled back and rubbed it some more, curling my fingers, and moving them in and out of her.  I watched her face as she writhed on the couch. One hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it as I fucked her with my fingers.

She cried out so loud, I thought she was in pain, high pitched and loud and I was really glad we were in a basement.  When she was done, she gasped, and pushed me away. I sat next to her on the couch, and she kissed me, licking my lips of her juices and cuddling next to her.  One of her hands found my cock, and slowly jerked me off.  “Ready to fuck?” she asked.

“God yes,” I said.

“You have protection?” She asked. “Condoms?”

“No… I didn’t know…” I said. “Do you?”

“I can’t buy them,” she said. “If my husband knew…”

“Does that mean we can’t fuck?”

“Not today. You bring them next time, and I don’t care if it embarasses you. If you’re old enough to fuck, you’re old enough to buy condoms.”

“Okay,” I said, the disappointment clear in my voice.

She laughed. “I’ll take care of you one more time before you go.  I owe you that much for that orgasm,” she said.

She pulled my face into her tits, and I sucked on them while she jerked me off one more time. It felt good enough I wasn’t even upset I’d have to wait another week to lose my virginity.

Joe Tortuga

Written by Joe Tortuga a bisexual dominant erotica writer and programmer (he/him). Follow me on Twitter