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When I was 15 years old my cock was hard all the time. No matter how much I jerked off it never seemed to get tired. I guess it was pretty normal for a kid my age, but I was obsessed with pussy. I thought about it all day. But it wasn't girls of my age that I lusted after; I wanted older women. And not just older women either; the ones that got my dick really stiff were older white women. I spent night after night thinking about my schoolteachers.

The girls at the school just didn't cut it for me. They seemed boring and immature, always playing head games. I did try my luck with some of the girls in my age group, but they'd never let me fuck them. Sure, they'd let me suck on their tits or maybe give me a hand job. If I was really lucky I might get one to suck my cock, but then she wouldn't let me come in her mouth.

It was bullshit like that that bugged me. An older woman wouldn't play such games - at least, I hoped she wouldn't. I was tired of going out on dates and coming home to my hand. Pussy was what I needed. I didn't mind where it came from; at 15 years of age I was tired of jerking off.

I guess my preference for older white women started on the golf course. I used to caddy for them at a country club in Westchester. A new caddie was called a rabbit, which basically meant a rookie. It also meant you didn't have enough golf experience to caddie for the men, so the caddie master would assign you to the women golfers. It was perfect for a horny young black kid like me. I got to spend four and half hours with four older white women. I loved it. Most of the women were rich, and probably in their early 30's to early 50's, and some of them were sexy too.

I used to love watching them bend down to pick up their golf balls and stuff. The funny thing was that most of them didn't even like the game, and played it just 'cause their husbands did. I was always a perfect gentleman when I was out with the ladies. It wasn't just that I wanted bigger tips; I wanted them to like me and to ask for me to caddy for them.

They all thought I was kind of cute, and I found myself adjusting the position of my cock for the entire 18 holes. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off. I'd be standing on the green, holding the flag, and fucking these women in my mind. I'd fantasize that one of them would take me into the woods and suck my black dick. I'd imagine all four ladies standing on the tee in line for me to fuck them. They were rich, these ladies, with everything money could buy, but I thought I saw loneliness in their eyes.

My mother and I lived alone, my parents having divorced when I was about ten years old. We had a small 2-bedroom apartment in White Plains - not the biggest place in the world, but enough for the two of us. My mother never went out except to go to work, and she came home every day. It wasn't till I turned 16 that I was allowed to be home by myself. About once a month on a Friday night she would say she was going out, and then she'd return home around 1 am. I was happy to see her go out. She was only 38 years old, and I thought she needed some fun. Plus, it left me home alone. The minute she walked out the door I'd grab one of my porno tapes, drop it in the VCR and spend the evening jerking off.

Her once-a-month nights out soon became once-a-fortnight. One day she said she'd be going out with her white friend, Abigail, from work. I remembered Abigail from a company picnic, about 4 years earlier, when she'd sat with my mother and me the whole time, but I couldn't recall what she looked like. I remembered hearing about her long commute from New Jersey. When I asked about Abigail's husband my mother said that she'd divorced her husband last year, and now lived with her two kids.

I was home when my mother and Abigail arrived from work Friday night, and came out of my room to say hi. "Will, this is Abigail. Do you remember her from the picnic?" I was speechless. She was beautiful, like one of those ladies at the country club I had a crush on. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that hinted at huge breasts underneath, and a short skirt that flared out at the hips. She didn't have to turn around for me to know she was packing a fat juicy ass.

"Oh my God. Look how he's grown!" she said, walking over and giving me a big kiss on the cheek.

I said hello and stuff. I could feel my cock staring to stir; it had been a while since we'd had a guest in our apartment, and this hot ass white older woman was awesome. She smiled at my mother and said: "I bet all the girls are after him. he's so handsome." I blushed, embarrassed by the compliment. If she only knew that in my mind I was undressing her.... that I had her bent over and was fucking the shit out of her... she wouldn't think I was so fucking cute!

They went into my mom's bedroom to get changed, while I went back in my room, locked the door and jerked off. I thought about Abigail changing her clothes, and visions of her in bra and panties ripped through my balls, making me let loose a thick blast of cum into a toilet tissue. I couldn't believe how quickly I came. I went to the kitchen and got myself a drink. When the women joined me they both look great; even mom had a little extra pop in her step. My attention, though, was on Abigail. She looked fantastic. She had changed into a one-piece dress that really showed off her voluptuous figure. I said, "Wow! You guys look really good." Abigail seemed a little taken back. I guess she didn't expect that from someone as young as me.

But she smiled and said, "D'you really think so, Will? It's been years since I went out."

I grew bold and said, "Turn around and let me see."

She spun around slowly, giving me my first opportunity to look at that bountiful ass.

"WOW!" I exclaimed, and both of them giggled like schoolgirls.

Abigail said, "You like what you see, then?"

I said: "Hell, yeah! If I was 20 years older I'd ask you out."

"You're a sweet boy, Will. Thanks for the compliment."

"You're welcome. And, by the way, you look great too, mom."

My mother usually got back about 1 am from her nights out. It was a stretch for her, as she normally found it hard to stay up late. Most nights she was in bed by 9:30, and out like a light by 9:45. At 1:15 am I started worrying, wondering where in hell she was. About 5 minutes later I heard the door burst open, and when I came out of my room I found my mother and Abigail in the doorway, drunk off their asses, laughing and giggling. I'd never seen my mother in such a state before, though Abigail seemed the drunker of the two from the way my mother was holding her up. "I guess you ladies had a good time." I said, smirking.

Still laughing, they were having some difficulty getting through the door together. Mom said, "I'm sorry Will, I guess we had a little too much fun. But why are you still up?"

I said, "You're usually back before 1, and when you weren't I got worried. That was a lie. I'd actually been surfing the web, looking for porn.

Abigail said, "See? I told you he was a good boy. How cute he looks standing there, worrying about his mom."

Though her speech was slurred, to me she seemed even sexier drunk than when sober. My mother said that Abigail had had 'way too much to drink, and would be staying the night.

I said, "That's a good idea. I'll get some blankets and a sheet, and make up the couch. Again Abigail told my mom what a sweet boy I was. She didn't recognize the pervert inside. My mother looked exhausted. I knew she couldn't wait to get to her bed.

I made up the couch like a good little boy. Abigail and my mother came in a few minutes later. I went to make a sandwich in the kitchen, just a few feet from the living room, and heard them talking; people speak louder than usual when they're drunk.

I heard Abigail say, "My husband used to get me drunk and wait till I fell asleep. Then he'd fuck me in my sleep. I never used to feel a thing." I almost choked on my sandwich when I heard that. How could a woman get fucked in her sleep and not know about it. Then I heard her say, "What a selfish prick he was. I'm glad I divorced his ass." I heard them laughing again.

My mom said she was beat and was going to bed. I came out of the kitchen and turned on the TV, handing the remote to Abigail, who was sitting on the couch in one of my mother's long T-shirts. The first thing I noticed was her creamy white thighs. They looked so soft and fleshy. Her hair was all over the place and she looked kind of funny.

I said, "Here's the remote if you want to watch TV."

She looked up at me with drunken eyes and said, "I won't be needing that. I'll be out like a light in 5 minutes."

"Well, keep it just in case. Good night."

When I got back to my room my 8-inch tool was at full stretch, and I lay down on my bed thinking about what Abigail had said to my mother. Two minutes later I heard mom shut her door. I couldn't get Abigail out of my mind. She'd looked so fucking sexy sitting on the couch in that t-shirt. I imagined how she might have looked when she was drunk and being fucked by her husband. The thought of her just lying there while being penetrated excited me. I wondered what her pussy looked like - was it hairy or bald? I was obsessed. The older white woman of my dreams was lying drunk in the next room. There wasn't a chance in hell that I'd sleep tonight.

Lying in my bed, staring into the darkness, was pure torture. My obsession with pussy totally possessed my soul. I wondered if I was weirder than most kids my age. In my mind I fucked Abigail over and over, though I'd never yet actually fucked anybody. The closest I'd ever been to getting pussy was when I fooled around with this white girl from my school. She was Italian and told me she was saving herself for marriage and all that bullshit. But she did let me rub her pussy with my cock for a few minutes.

I remembered how good it felt and how I wished I could just push it in a little. I rubbed the cockhead between her wet pussy lips while she watched me like a hawk. I begged her to let me stick it in for a second, but all she said was "No way." And she kept on saying no, though I begged and pleaded. I was a gentleman and didn't push it in. I had hoped that having got this far, maybe next time she'd let me push it in a little. Then maybe the next time she'd let me get in a couple of pumps... and so on.

That hope was ruined the following week when she saw me talking to this girl she hated. She accused me of flirting, and said it was over between us. And I hadn't even been talking to the girl; she just happened to be standing next to me. That's why I couldn't stand girls my age. Everything became like an episode of Jerry Springer. There was nothing but drama round every hallway corner at White Plains High School.

It had been at least an hour since my mother closed her door, and I still couldn't get my mind off what was lying on the living room couch. I needed to take a leak, so I left my bedroom and went into the bathroom. On the way back I passed the living room and saw the light from the television still on. I also heard Abigail snoring. It threw me at first; I hadn't realized women could snore like that. I thought I'd be a good boy and turn the TV off, but when I entered the living room and looked toward the couch I stopped dead.

Abigail was stretched out on the couch, and what got me crazy was that her left leg was high up on the back of the couch while the sheet that should have been on top of her was all mangled and balled up around her waist. The only light was from the television. Suddenly the room became brighter - I guess they went to commercials - and to this day I have never seen anything prettier. Abigail was wearing some kind of blue lacey panties, and she looked incredible in them.

What really got my attention and made my young cock jump to attention was how her panties fitted her. Instead of being tight and snug, they were loose and puffy. I hadn't seen too many women in their panties, but the girls I'd fooled around with had always worn them tight and snug. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw her bush. The pussy hair was nice and thick, and to this day the memory of that hairy pussy gets my cock hard.

She looked like a lifeless doll and I couldn't help staring at her. Her chest was moving slowly up and down; I found it exciting just to watch her breathe. I thought, no wonder her husband liked to fuck her while she was asleep - though I couldn't see how a woman could be fucked in her sleep and not know it. My dick was so hard it hurt. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wished I had the balls to just jump on the couch between her legs and shove my cock into that hairy pussy. But, though in my dreams I am hard as nails, in real life I was a punk who'd never make such a bold move.

I stared at her half-naked pussy for about ten minutes, my cock throbbing inside my shorts. All my fantasies were right there on the couch before me. I could whip my cock out and jerk off while looking at her. Who would know? I crept a little closer to see better between her legs. She seemed to be in a deep sleep... but how deep? The closer I got the warmer I became, with sweat trickling down my forehead. I was scared to death, but excited too. What if she woke up to find me standing over her and stroking my cock? I'd have to cut the TV off. But then, how the fuck could I see her in the dark? It was a dilemma.

Fuck it, I'd have to leave the TV on. I'd hang on to the remote, with my finger on the off button, and if she moved a single millimeter I'd click the TV off and escape into the darkness. I felt like a cat burglar planning to steal the crown jewels. I grabbed the remote and got into position, the remote in my right hand and my cock in my left.

I began stroking my cock and staring at my fantasy woman. The light from the television was fading in and out. One moment it was bright, the next it was pretty dark. It didn't matter, though, 'cause I never lost track of her crotch. Her panties were loose over her pussy area, and pussy hair was sticking out. Damn, she looked hot! I tried to visualize myself between her thighs, pumping with my black tool into that white hole.

I didn't want the moment to end. It had to be the most exciting thing I'd ever done. But I wanted so bad to fuck her. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock, making it slippery. I was close to cummimg. I tilted my head back and slowed down my pace. I didn't want it to end just yet; I wanted it to last just a little longer. My hand felt so good wrapped around my cock. My balls were beginning to stir.

I looked down at those spread legs and my mind silently screamed in ecstasy. "Oh God!" I exhaled slowly, trying to stop myself from panting. My mind was blurry and so was my vision.

All of a sudden, BAAAM!!!! A hand clamped down on my wrist! My body went into to shock and my right hand automatically clicked off the television. I was BUSTED!

"Wilson? Wilson? Is that you?"

I was fucking caught. I felt like a drowning man as my life flashed before my eyes. The room was now pitch black. I couldn't see anything, but I felt Abigail's hand clutching my wrist, just inches away from my cock. I was paralyzed, and couldn't have moved if Id wanted to. For sure she was going to scream. I thought desperately how I might explain this to my mother when she came running from her room.

"Wilson, is that you? Ohhh my God! What are you doing?"

I thought about making a dash for it. A few seconds ago I'd been having the time of my life. Now I was wondering how much life I had left.

Her hand was squeezing my wrist. I was toast and I knew it. I tried to pull my wrist away but she squeezed it even tighter.

"Don't you dare move, young man. I . I..I.. know it's you, Wilson."

I had to think real fast. What could I say? The one thing I had going for me was that it was dark. She still didn't know what I had in my hand.

"I--I--I--I'm sorry I woke you, Abigail. I came in to turn off the television."

I couldn't see her but I heard her shifting around. I hoped she was still drunk. In that case she might believe me and let me sneak off into my room. I saw her outline trying to sit up. For a brief second she loosened her grip on my wrist, and I thought I was home free, but the way she did it made her hand brush against my cock. She immediately grabbed my dick in her hand.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so embarrassed, and I just knew the next place I'd be going that night was jail. Like a blind woman feeling her way in the dark, Abigail felt her way with her other hand and cupped my swollen balls for a second.

"Jesus Christ.. what do you think you're doing, Wilson?"

"Aggh.. Nothing. nothing," I whispered.

"Do you think I'm stupid, young man? I know just what you were doing," she said sternly, "and I'm going to tell your mother. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The last thing I wanted was for my mother to see me like this. I was scared to death and pleaded with Abigail,

"Oh, please don't tell her. Please, Abigail. I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry."

"What do you mean you couldn't help yourself? I thought you were a good boy. You should be ashamed. I will tell your mother, and she's going to be very upset."

"Aw, please don't tell mom.. I. I'm so sorry. I really did come in to turn off the TV, but when I saw you on the couch, lying like that, I lost my mind. I do apologize, but you looked so beautiful."

The silence in the darkness was terrifying. No way was she was going to let me off, and I wished with all my heart that I'd stayed in my room. I expected her at any moment to scream out my mother' name, but as the seconds passed without her saying anything I began to hope that maybe she would accept my apology.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful, Wilson?"

I felt the tension in the room lift. Her voice was as sweet as it had been when she first came over.

"God, yes, Abigail. You're the prettiest woman I ever saw. Please forgive me. I'm truly sorry for what I did."

Suddenly there were two hands round my cock, but I was still afraid, and didn't know how I should react.

"May I go now? Please. I'm so embarrassed."

"You're not going anywhere, young man. You need to be taught a lesson."

It did appear, however, that she no longer intended to call my mother, which was a huge relief. There was a long silence, which I was afraid to interrupt. Abigail was still holding onto my cock and balls.

"For such a young man you sure have a big cock. Do you jerk off often?" She spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. I didn't reply, still too afraid to speak.

"That was a question, you nasty little boy."

"I--I--I--yes, Abigail, I do."

I suddenly realized that she was stroking my cock and fondling my balls.

"Your cock is real hard, Wilson. Were you about to cum? Were you going to shoot your cum over me, you nasty little bastard."

I thought I detected amusement in her voice, but I wasn't sure if I liked the sound of "nasty little bastard." I said nothing.

"When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Do you understand? Otherwise I'll scream and wake your mom. I mean it."

"Please don't do that. I'll do whatever you say; only, don't call my mom, Pleeeease."

"Have you ever had sex with a girl, Wilson?"

"A--a--a yes."

"DON'T LIE TO ME, YOUNG MAN," she said sternly.

It was pointless for me to lie; even in the dark she could obviously see through me. She gave my balls a squeeze, and kept on squeezing. I would have cried out from the pain but the fear of waking my mother made me grit my teeth and say,

"No--No. I haven't had sex yet. I'm sorry. Aw, once a girl did let me rub it against her pussy lips, but that was it. I--I swear."

Her grip on my balls relaxed, and she started stroking my cock again. Why was she torturing me like this? What did she want from me? It was too dark to see much, though my eyes had adjusted enough to make out that she was sitting straight up on the edge of the couch. She said, " Look, Wilson, you can relax. I'm not going to tell your mom. Just don't lie to me, ok?"

I suddenly felt very relaxed. I felt I could breathe easily again. Abigail adjusted her grip on my cock and really started stroking it.

"Mmmmmmm... awwwwhhhhh," I groaned.

"Mmm, do you like that? Does that feel good, Wilson?"

"Ohhhhhh God, yes. Mmmmmm."

"Have you ever had your cock sucked, Wilson. Did any of your little girlfriends ever give you a blow job?"

My heart leapt into my mouth. I stammered, "N-no. N-no one ever sucked my cock."

"Would you like me to suck it? How would you like that? You nasty little boy."

I couldn't believe it. I'd always dreamed about having my cock in a woman's mouth, and here I was in my living room with my mom's friend, and she was asking me if I wanted her to suck my cock!

"I'd like that very much," I whispered.

"Well, ask me nicely and I might do it. but you will have to ask nicely."

I whispered back at once, "Abigail, will you please, please suck my cock? I want it so bad. Please do it for me."

I begged my ass off. I wanted her to know that I really wanted it, and that she would be my first. I still wasn't prepared for it, though, when I felt soft lips wrap themselves around the tip of my raging hard-on. The first time a woman's lips touch your cock is an experience you will never forget.

"Ahhhh... Mmmmm...Ohhhh my God!" I breathed.

Abigail's mouth was wet and soft, and she stroked my cock as she sucked it right in. In all my dreams and fantasies I'd never guessed that a woman's mouth around my prick would feel this good. She took me in deep, deep, until I felt the head hit the back of her throat.

"Mmmmmmm, that's so good.. yeeeessss. That feels so good, Abigail."

She started vigorously sucking my cock and simultaneously stroking my shaft. I felt something start to bubble up in my balls.

"Abigail.. Abigail.. you're gonna make me cum," I whispered.

Her only reply was to take my cock even deeper into her mouth. I was seconds away from ejaculating. Clenching my fists and almost biting my tongue in my excitement, I hissed,

"Abigail. Abigail. Ohhh.. God, I'm gonna cuuuummmmmmmm....!"

I tried to pull my dick out of her mouth, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me back in.

"Agggghhhhhh.agggggghhh.agghhhh."

A hot blast of thick cum spurted from my dick into her mouth. Then another. And then another. Abigail didn't skip a beat.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned as she drank up my young seed in the dark. The vibrations of her lips and mouth around my cock made it spurt even more cum. It only took seconds, but seemed like a lifetime. I'd jerked off a thousand times imagining myself filling a woman's mouth with cum, but actually doing it was a million times better.

Eventually she slipped my still-hard dick out of her mouth and began stroking it again.

"Well, did you enjoy that, Will? Did it feel good, young man?"

"Ohhhh yes. It was incredible. Thank you so much," I said, and I meant it.

"Jesus Christ, Wilson, you're still hard as a rock! What's wrong with that thing of yours?" she said, a note of amusement in her voice.

"I don't know. It usually stays hard for a long time. I never had a blow job before, and I guess my body isn't used to it."

I was no longer afraid. I wanted to give Abigail a big hug and thank her sincerely for giving me my first blowjob. She was still stroking my cock when she said, "Now, you must never, ever, tell anyone what I just did for you, OK? Promise me now that what we just did will stay between us."

"Oh, I promise. I'll never tell a soul."

I felt great. I'd had my first blowjob, and it had been awesome. I'd always thought I'd get it from a girl my age, but I doubted any girl my age could ever have sucked my cock as well as Abigail had done. I started to file away the memory of my first blowjob for when I got back to my room, where I planned to jerk off some more.

I sensed Abigail moving around in the dark, and then she said, "Damn! I'm soaking wet."

I heard a giggle like that of an embarrassed schoolgirl, which I thought was cute.

"Wilson, you want to feel how wet my pussy got from sucking your cock?"

"Wow, yes! May I touch it?" I said excitedly.

"Sure. Why not? Give me your hand."

She grabbed my hand and brought it down towards her crotch. The closer it got to her pussy the hotter the room seemed to be. Then she mashed my hand against her pussy mound. The first thing I noticed was how thick and soft her pubic hair was. Also, it was real meaty. I hadn't felt up that many pussies before then, but Abigail's was meatier than any of the others - nice and plump, and much more fleshy.

"Go ahead, put your finger in. It won't bite you."

"Um, ok," I replied.

I palmed her pussy with my right hand, slipping my middle finger down to separate her pussy lips. They came apart nice and easy, and I understood what she'd been talking about. Her pussy was dripping wet. It sucked my finger inside her hole like a vacuum.

"Wow, Abigail, your pussy's really wet. And it's so soft and warm. Would you mind if I fingered you for a bit?"

"It's ok, go ahead, but be gentle. My pussy is very sensitive."

Her words were carried on soft, hardly audible breaths. I felt, rather than saw, her lean back and spread her legs, giving me the fullest access to her pussy. I got right down on my knees between her thighs. I really longed to be able to see what her pussy looked like from up close. I started gently working my finger in and out of her cunt. I was trembling, it was so fucking exciting. The inside of her pussy felt like slippery silk, and the vaginal walls contracted around my finger whenever it pushed in all the way to the knuckle.

"Mmmmmmm, yeeesssss, that's good. See how wet you got me?"

The girls whose pussies I'd fingered before had only let me do it for a minute or so. Abigail was setting no time limits. She sat right back with her legs spread so that I could play with her pussy to my heart's content. As I diddled her cunt she kept up a continuous low moaning. I was desperate to see her pussy, and brought my face down as far as my wrist, where I was hit by a marvelously pungent, slightly fishy aroma from between her thighs. I don't know if it was instinct or just pure lust that drove me to ask her.

"Abigail," I whispered, "Can I. may I... taste you? Can I lick it?"

I wasn't going to do anything without her permission. She could still complain to my mom, and anyway, I was a gentleman and had plenty of respect for her.

"I would luuuuuve that, Will. But be gentle, OK?" she whispered.

I gingerly put out my tongue and tasted pussy for the first time in my life. When my tongue landed between her spread lips, her body slumped and the air came out of her in a long slow sigh. I tried to fuck her with my tongue, though I hadn't a clue what I was doing. Her pussy tasted unlike anything I had ever tasted. God, I wished I could see her pussy. I lost myself in between her pussy lips, using my tongue as a battering ram as I tried to stick my tongue as deep as I could into her gooey cunt. Abigail squirmed her hips and put her hand on my forehead to push me back a few inches.

"Easy, boy. Just concentrate on my clit," she said softly.

I wasn't sorry, because by now my tongue had started to ache. (When I think back on my first attempt to eat pussy, it just cracks me up.) Abigail had a nice-sized clit, about the size of a gourmet jellybean. I locked on to the little bud and started sucking and licking. The more I licked the more her hips started to move around. Her moans became longer and even a little louder. After a while she placed the palm of her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face hard down into her fleshy crotch.

"That's it Wilson, suck my clit. Make me cum, little boy. Make me cum on your face. Mmmmmmmm, yeeeessssss, suck my clit. Yeah, yeah, yeahhh, like that. Mmmmmmmm."

I put my arms up under her legs and lifted them onto my shoulders so that her cunt was pointing at the ceiling. Her pussy was on fire, so whatever it was I had been doing, it seemed that I had been doing it right. But I was in no hurry as yet. I was leaning right over her now, and moved both my hands up her belly until they reached her great, soft breasts. I took one in each hand and squeezed. Hearing a contented murmur, I squeezed again, harder this time, then moved my hands even higher, pushing the two great mounds up towards Abigail's face. Her nipples were long and stiff, and I pinched them between the thumb and a finger of each hand, rolling and pulling them while Abigail grunted out her pleasure. After kissing and tonguing her breasts and nipples, I moved my head and hands slowly down to her lap once more.

And then I really went to work on her cunt, sucking, biting, licking. I wanted her to cumm. I wanted to know what it felt like to make a woman come. It wasn't long before I found out.

"Oh, Oh, Oh my God Wilson! I--I--I'm cumming! Aggghhhhh! Aggggghhhh! Yes, yesss suck it. Mmmmmm!"

My mouth was suddenly filled with fresh pussy juice. I drank it down and tried to vacuum out even more. Pussy juice and saliva were smeared all over my face, making it all sticky and gooey. Abigail's pussy scent was everywhere. I would have continued sucking her clit if she hadn't pushed my head away. I still couldn't actually see her pussy, but I tried to imagine what it must look like now that I'd been licking it. I smiled to myself. This was the life!

I put my hand back on her pussy and kneaded her pussy mound. Abigail said nothing, but her moaning told me I was doing ok. Her pussy felt real nice. The hairs around her lips were moist and slippery. I finger-fucked her a while with my right hand while stroking my cock with my left. I fantasized that my finger was actually my cock, pumping in and out of her slippery box.

Here I was, masturbating again, but this time I had real experience to draw from. Abigail seemed real relaxed. I'd put my thumb on her clit and massage it, and every once in awhile I'd dip my finger in her slippery pussy just to hear her moan. Meanwhile I was jerking off, so wrapped up in what I was doing that I accidentally (I think) hit her thigh with my stiff cock.

"Wilson, what's that you're doing, little boy? Are you thinking of sticking your cock in me," she said, giggling.

There was no reason to lie, and I told her straight up, "No, Abigail, I was just jerking off. My cock's still hard, and your pussy feels so nice. I hope you don't mind.

Abigail laughed. Then she said, "It's ok. But let me ask you a question. What are you think about while you're playing with my pussy and beating your meat?"

"You want me to be honest, Abigail?"

"Yes I do, Wilson. You must always be honest with me."

I'd never been honest with a woman before. I always told lies if I felt uncomfortable or when my back was against a wall. But now I didn't hesitate to tell her the truth.

"I was imagining what your pussy must look like. I was pretending that my finger was actually my cock going inside you. And trying to imagine how that would feel."

I paused for a second, realizing that this might be the closest I'd ever get to having pussy any time soon. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Abigail, would you let me put my cock inside your pussy? It would be just for a minute, I swear. I just want to know what it feels like. I've never had my cock inside a woman."

"Mmm, I don't know, Wilson. We've already gone 'way too far. I'm too old for you. Do you really want me to be your first fuck? Wouldn't you rather do it with a girl your age first?"

She didn't sound quite sure of herself. She'd been in charge and in control all night, and it was the first time I'd sensed any uncertainty in her. Though I couldn't see her face, I knew things had changed.

"Abigail, you're NOT old. You're prettier and ten times sexier than any girl I know. I'd love for you to be my first woman. I'd treasure the memory forever. I just want a few pumps. I swear, just a few pumps and I'll take it out. Please, a few pumps is all I'm asking for."

It was as if I was begging for my life. My cock was talking for me. All I wanted was a few pumps. A few pumps and I'd lose my unwanted virgin status. My hand was still massaging her pussy, and as I begged I could feel her oiling up.

"Listen, Wilson. If I let you do it you have to promise not to tell anyone at all. And if I say stop, you've got to stop. Just a few pumps then, and that'll be it. God, if anybody knew what I was doing with you, little boy, I'd just die!"

"OK, I swear. Just a few pumps and I'll stop, I promise."

I was so freakin' excited, I thought my head was going to explode. I was about to get me some pussy! Abigail moved back on the couch and started to shift around. I had no idea what she was doing. Then I heard her whisper,

"OK, I'm going to lie down, and you can get on top. But go easy, little boy. That's a big cock for a kid your age. Now come on, get on top of me."

I jumped to my feet before she'd finished speaking. It was still very dark, and the darkness would deprive me of the sight of my cock entering its first pussy. I started to feel my way around. Abigail was lying on the couch, with her left leg high up on the back of her couch, making her wide open to me. It was the position she'd been in when I first spied on her asleep. I climbed on to the couch and positioned myself between her thighs. I was so excited that I almost slipped and fell on top of her. Abigail giggled at my attempts to mount her.

The first time my cock brushed her pussy hair I thought I'd bust a nut. I was seconds away from losing my virginity. Abigail lifted her pelvis off the couch to make it easier for me. My first thrust was against her thigh, while my second hit her clit and went over her pussy, grazing her hairy mound. I was getting nervous. Where in hell was the entrance to her pussy? Then I felt her hand wrap around my shaft.

"Take it easy, Wilson. Let me help you honey," she said kindly.

The hand drawn my cock up to the pussy entrance. The sensation was electrifying. It seemed like I had waited my whole life for this moment.

"There you go, honey. Now push slowly. Yeah, that's it. There you go, nice and easy. That's it, mmmmmmmmmm."

Slowly, effortlessly my cock sank into her warm, loving cunt, plumbing the bottom of her pussy on its first thrust. Her vaginal walls seemed to suck my cock into her body, just as they had done earlier with my finger. I was about to pull back and make my first pump when Abigail said, "Don't move. Wait just a second so my pussy can adjust to your cock. OK... OK. Now just a few pumps. That was the deal, remember."

"Yes, Abigail, I hadn't forgotten. And thank you so much. Your pussy feels so good. Ten pumps and I'll stop."

While I was speaking into her ear I could fell her pussy flexing around my cock. I pulled my 8 inches out until only the head was inside her. I was only going to get ten pumps, and I wanted them to last. I held my cock poised there for a few seconds, and then slowly entered a woman's cunt for the second time in my life. Abigail's meaty pussy lips provided the perfect landing pad. I took my sweet time with every stroke into her moist cunt. I wanted to savor every moment.

Abigail moaned into my ear as I eased my cock deep into her sweet pussy. I desperately wanted to see her face. I could only imagine what she looked like with my cock buried deep in her body. Each stroke was the same, long and slow. I tried to concentrate and burn the thoughts of how my cock felt inside her. She put her hands on my hips and was pulling me into her.

When I got to the eighth pump I began to feel depressed. Only 2 pumps left. I reached 10 and kept going. After all, she might not have been counting. I could maybe get 2 or 3 extra pumps in.

"Hey, little boy, that was number 13," she said, giggling into my ear.

"Oh, was it? I'm very sorry. I must have lost count," I said guiltily.

I don't know why I lied. Of course, I'd known exactly what the count was. As soon as I said it I realized how stupid I had been. She had to know I was being dishonest. But her pussy had felt so fucking good. I just couldn't have stopped if she hadn't said something.

"It's OK, Wilson, I don't mind. I was just kidding. It feels real nice. Keep going until I tell you to stop."

"Gee thanks, Abigail!"

Her words had lifted my spirits, sending a jolt through my entire body.

"Mmmmm, yeah that's it, Wilson. Does it feel good for you?"

"Yes, yes, yes... real good. My God, I never felt like this before."

She whispered into my ear, "You're a nasty little boy. You like fucking old ladies, don'cha?"

"Yes... Oh yeess... Yes, I like it."

She moved her hands down to my ass and started pushing and pulling me into her body. She was in charge, and showing me how I ought to fuck her.

"That's it, honey. Just a little faster. Mmmmmmmm, yes. Now, fuck me little boy. Fuck this old pussy!"

She started whispering all kinds of dirty things into my ear, and I pumped away with my cock just like she wanted me to. Her cunt was just oozing pussy juice. I could feel my balls beginning to tremble, and realized that I would cum soon. A part of me wanted to cum while another part of me wanted all this to last forever.

"Oh God, Abigail, I think I'm going to cum," I whispered."

"D'you want to cum, little boy? You want to cum in my old pussy?"

"Oh yes, I do want to cuummm. It feels to good."

"Then tell me you want to cum in my pussy. Say you want it. Mmmmmm, yeah, fuck me harder little man. You want to cum in me? THEN DO IT! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM INSIDE ME LITTLE BOY, NOW!" she hissed."

I closed my eyes and began humping and pumping her pussy with everything I had left. I had jerked off so many times imagining I was coming inside a woman's pussy, and now I really was. I made one last hard thrust, slamming my cock deep into Abigail's juicy pussy. It opened my floodgates.

"Oh my God! Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I--I--I'm gonna cum in your pussy. TES! OH SHIT! Agggggh! Agggh! Aggghhhh! I'm cumming! Aggghhh."

I spewed what felt like buckets of cum into Abigail's pulsating pussy. My whole body was shaking as I continued to drive my cum-spitting cock into her. Her experienced pussy walls gripped my cock and pulled me into her.

"Yeah, baby. Yeah, that's it. Cum, baby, cum in my pussy. Mmmmm, you're such a nasty little boy. Give me all your nasty sperm."

After 2 more pumps I collapsed, exhausted and shaking, on top of Abigail's body. She used her cunt muscles to soothe my deflating cock and put her right hand on the back of my head and stroked it. I felt so warm and comfortable lying between her thighs. A few seconds later my cock slipped out of her cum-soaked pussy, the cool air it met reminding me of the warm, moist place it had been only moments ago.

"Thank you, Abigail. Thanks you so much. That was just incredible."

"You're welcome, Wilson. You're a sweet boy, or should I say young man? After all, you're not a virgin anymore."

We both started giggling. Oh, how I wanted to see her face. I knew she would be smiling.

"Look, Wilson, this is our little secret, OK? You'd probably like to tell all your friends, but you can't. This must stay our little secret in the dark.

THE END


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