I was 17 and walking home when I stopped to talk with a mature woman who was weeding her garden. A true story.
Pat and Jeff lived in a semi-detached house, set back from the road that I walked along on my way home. Sometimes I chose another route but after I met Pat and Jeff on that fateful evening, I rarely walked the alternatives.
I was 17, living in a small city 30 miles from my hometown. I moved out of my parents’ home shortly after my 16th birthday, eager for independence. I turned my back on school, preferring the world of work and evening study in college. Not the easiest of passages to adulthood but it worked for me. I frequently travelled home by train as the lure of hot food and the warmth of family still pulled me back. That walk from the train station to my parents’ house provided an opportunity in my education that I now realise influenced my sexuality for the rest of my life. Let me get to it.
I vaguely knew Pat as a work colleague of my mother and had met her at a variety of social events. Walking past her house one day I saw her in their garden, well I saw a very shapely backside of a bending woman who, upon seeing me straightened up from her weeding, and we passed the time of day. “Would I like to come in for a cup of tea” ………… “oh yes,” I said. It was then that I met Jeff. The two of them were, what I would call, touchy, feely and made a proper fuss of me. Before I left, feeling guilty that I was now so late for my expected arrival for the family meal I had been cuddled, kissed on the cheek, stroked on the arm, back, thigh, what have you and encouraged to “come and see us again”. To say that I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. Thankfully, Jeff only shook my hand as I departed but he watched with eager eyes as his wife fawned over me.
They were somewhere in their forties, easily 25 years senior to me and, of course I was flattered to be paid so much attention. A couple of weeks later the scene was replayed but this time I had come by an earlier train ……….. of yes, I was that calculating. I had wondered for days where this might lead. So, there I sat, cup to lip and Pat leaning into me as if she couldn’t abide there being any distance between us. Her hand on my leg, Jeff watching intently. I put down my cup, rattling as I bedded it in the saucer. Pat took advantage of the moment to slide her hand farther up my leg and there it was, her hand fondling the bulge in my trousers.
Time stood still as she, sort of, gauged my package as Jeff, sort of, gauged my reaction. I made no protest as Pat started to undo my belt and soon her hand snaked into my pants and she grasped me by my very erect cock. She was certainly a woman who knew what she wanted. I had my arm around her shoulders as she lent into me, her breath catching in her throat as she said, “of Jeff he has a lovely big cock”. Jeff’s only response was a grunt of approval as Pat leant over to take the head of my penis into my mouth, “yes that’s it love, suck him”. I laid back and let her have her way.
Jeff then suggested that we move into the bedroom so that we could, “be more comfortable”. Soon Pat and I were eagerly kissing, now both naked on the bed with Jeff sitting in a convenient armchair watching as my hands explored his wife whilst she did the same to me. She really was impressive, a short, well-rounded woman. Not overly plump but by no means skinny.
We were building up to the moment where cock would meet cunt but then Jeff said, “she likes it in the bum”. I hesitated because this was something that I did not expect. I knew that such things happened but at 17 I had never contemplated this as being a possibility. Jeff obviously assumed that I wouldn’t object because he came over to us and, jar of something creamy in his hand started to smear that something around Pat’s arsehole; she gave a surprised whelp as he inserted a finger and then, with a conspiratorial, “she’s ready”, he sat back down in the chair, his by now greasy fingers wrapping around his all too obvious cock.
Pat assumed a position, on her side facing away from me, her body at a right-angle to mine, one hand reaching back to expose her anus to me. In a daze I moved closer, my knob end now just a fraction away from the prepared entrance. She eased backwards and there it was, my introduction to anal sex. I pushed forwards, my bell end edging into her tight ring and it felt so good that I pulled back so that I could experience that initial thrill once again …….. and then again …….. but nature demands penetration, so I pushed fully into her, and a feeling of heat enveloped my cock. A tight, hot, wonderful sheath. A sensation that over the following years would never cease to amaze me. I was hooked from the first moment I entered her.
That first anal fuck didn’t last long as, after a couple of joyous minutes I felt my spunk rising and I flooded her back passage. I rolled back, my cock flopping out of her and she pushed her hand back between her legs to feel the wetness. Jeff had come closer to see the damage for himself, his hand on his cock stroking in a blur as he too reached a climax. Thinking back on it now this does seem to be, well, creepy but at the time it felt so natural. Here was a grown woman who wanted her arse fucked by a teenager whilst her husband watched her being pleasured. What could be more normal.
Pat turned around to suck me and within minutes I was hard once again and this time she got on all fours and I was able to see the darkened, puckered opening, slightly open from my last assault, wet from my emission. I stood at the end of the bed and really let her have it. I slid my cock into her in one swift push and started to thrust vigorously. I lasted for quite some time as Pat took everything I had to give her, pounding into her arse with an abandonment that I had not felt before with any other girl. It was as if Pat’s arse had been there waiting to show me my true nature. I took to arse fucking like a …………….. like a …………. like a boy who had suddenly realised what an arse was for.
I had forgotten about Jeff; all I could see was Pat’s body in front of me; this gorgeous woman panting and writhing on my cock. Urging me to, “fuck my arse” ………… “oh god yes, fuck me” ………. “You bastard, oh that’s so good”. What really turned me on, as if I needed any more stimulus was that every thrust was accompanied by a deep, throaty grunt from Pat. She was in full, fuck my arse mode, all her senses concentrated on my cock invading her arsehole. Finally I was once again at the summit, as I poured my second offering into her. (I know that sentence seems quite comical, but this was my second cumming). Pat finished with me and we both collapsed onto the bed.
What followed was a general cleanup, the offer of another cuppa which was declined and I resumed my walk to my parents’ house. My head full of what had just happened. Jeff must be really weird, but Pat had needs and he was a dutiful husband. No, he was a freak …………. but my goodness it had been fun.
Over the coming months and years this scene was repeated many times, even to the point where another couple joined us, the man and wife of similar inclination to Pat and Jeff. It grew ever more bizarre, but I had realised my true nature ……………. I loved this sort of stuff. In time I explored some very dark places with Pat as she had an infectious curiosity for all things sexual. I went along with it all, a wonderful voyage of discovery. By today’s prurient societal standards some would say that I was groomed but that is absolute rubbish. I was fully aware, at the age of 17, I knew exactly what was going on. If I had not enjoyed it then I could walk away from it ……….. I could have walked away before it even started but I chose to stay, chose to return for more ……… time and time again.
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