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2010-07-31

The last two weeks with Aunt Marty were awesome. I fucked her two or three times everyday almost. And Debbie Adams and Marty introduced me to lesbian sex. It was awesome for sure to be in bed with these two 30’ish MILF’s fucking them and watching them fuck each other. Couldn’t have been a better summer, but as August waned I returned home and readied myself for a return to school. If there was one thing I learned from these two awesome women, it was that a great many prim and proper appearing women are wanton sluts just waiting to be given a chance to demonstrate that side of them.

I entered the school that first day as my own self-inflated and much imagined “cock of the walk” as it were. My newfound liberation was obvious to many. Lots of kids and some teachers even remarked how much I seemed to have grown over the summer break – if only they’d known, I chuckled to myself.

There was a perk to school that I’d completely overlooked – gym class. Tenth grade they made us shower after PE. I could not have known on that September morning how a simple shower would contribute to my sexual wanderings. I was always a little shy for the obvious reasons. I mean being hung like a donkey was cool and all, but as a kid no one wants to be teased and ridiculed by their peers. The most important thing in the uncertain social structure of high school is to fit in somewhere you are comfortable. Six or more inches of flaccid Johnson hanging between one’s legs does not necessarily engender one to all the other students, but it does lead to one becoming a fascination, and if properly handled, that too can be pretty great.

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One of my first lessons that year was that everyone who sees my main man Johnson stares at the big guy – oh, they pretend not to, but they do. Some guys were pretty cool, screaming “Jesus Andy! What the fuck is that?” I decided I could go with the flow or be freaked out by it, but I was all for flow going, so I did. Of course there were the ‘sly glancers. ’ And the ‘I will not look, I will not look’ types too. But the best part was when Coach Rimes walked in the locker room and in a booming voice hollered “Nice cock Andrew!” I thought I would die but everyone sorta cracked up laughing and the tension was broken. As Coach Rimes left the locker room he hollered “Watch out young men. If Andy turns too quick he could put an eye out!” which again drew guffaws. I at least felt less freaked by my oddity.

Bu the most interesting part was that people talk and gossip -a whole lot, that’s for sure. Soon I began to detect little whispers and hushed conversations. I could feel people looking at me but it was one of those imperceptible things really. Ya can’t prove it but ya know it when it happens. By late September a tall black girl named Denise Hays started hanging around me. She was a senior to my sophomore, but as we were mild acquaintances, I thought nothing of it at first. She was the star of the girls basketball team.

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She was 6’1 and a bit muscular but still feminine. Denise had always been a girl who didn’t seem to care for the black & white clicks – she was pretty non aligned, if you will.

We hung out in a group a few times and got high together. After one such event I left to go home and said I was going to stop at the 7-18 on the way to get a drink – cotton mouth and all that. Denise jumped up and offered “Yeah, I’m dying of thirst. I’ll walk as far as the 7-18 with ya Andy. ” By the time we’d reached the 7-18 it was decided we would proceed directly to my house and fuck before mom got home from work. Denise gasped at my cock. She was clear that she’d heard it was special – all the girls in the school knew about it and me apparently, but her eyes still widened when she saw it.

Denise and I were naked in about 1 minute flat. Our fucking was not romantic at all, but friendly and fun. No foreplay at all – she hefted Johnson some, rubbed and pulled on the big guy, but she was rather clear when she grinned at me “I’ll never get that in my mouth. ” We both laughed a bit, I tickled her quim to moisten her a bit and we did the deed on the stairs from my basement bedroom to the kitchen. I don’t think she got off, but I sure did. It was kinda hot making it with such a big woman.

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She was three inches taller than me, outweighed me or at least weighed the same I did, but she wasn’t fat at all. She was just a big boned gal and she was a decent roll in the hay. We remained friends for the rest of the year but never repeated our tryst. The hottest part was kissing her very full lips. She could kiss ya until ya damn near died and I love to kiss, so I really dug our hooking up. She was a nice girl.

There were another two dozen or so sex encounters with girls who had grown curious, but no girlfriends still. Having a Johnson so big he had his own zip code was a boon and a curse. I got a lot of attention, but girls I was romantically interested in had heard of me and Johnson and the curious girls so I was sort of a circus act – fun for a laugh or curiosity, but not a steady diet. By the time summer break rolled around again things were looking up for me and Johnson. The slutty girls – ya know, the low rent “I have a cunt and I‘m not afraid to use it to get what I want” types grew older and bolder. My year book was signed by all kinds of girls making lewd and suggestive references.

A dozen or so even put their phone numbers with their little comments with “call me” and drew little hearts around their name or numbers. It was thrilling time.

It really got good the last week of school.

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We were allowed to wear whatever we wanted to school as there were no dress codes in the 1970’s, so lots of skin began showing up. Some girls even wore their shirts tied open at the bottom showing mid-drift as was common in the day. Even a few of the teachers “let their hair down” a bit that last week. Mrs. Bentely was one of them.

Eloise Bentely was rather aloof and considering she taught math, who could blame her. Hell, I hated math, but at least sitting in her class was fun. No one had bothered to tell good old Eloise that her charges might be distracted by her “letting her hair down” a bit. See Eloise Bentely was the secret fantasy of many young male students. She was pretty, tall, well built, 40’ish and very, very sexy. She always dolled herself up and looked like a woman wished to appear. She dressed well and carried herself equally as well. She was married with two grown kids in college.

And she had an ass to die for. It was full and round and the male students would roll their eyes when she turned to write on the board.

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She pressed pretty hard with that chalk and it made her ass really jiggle when she wrote on the board. No one minded her writing plenty of demonstration problems on the black board. In fact the more she wrote the happier we became. That last week Mrs. Bentely wore jeans to school. What an ass! She could really pack it in that there denim. Her blouses were always kind of tight, but now in those tight jeans it seemed to accentuate the effect.

I grew bold watching her in the jeans and tight blouses. I purposely sat in the front of the class, my legs open wide, slouching in my desk. When she would turn to write on the board I would give Mr. Johnson a little “adjustment” and he too seemed enthralled at Eloise Bentely’s back side. And as I’d hoped, she noticed. I took to staring at her eyes when she’d turn and instruct us, and she noticed that new bold approach too. By Tuesday at the end of class – my last class of the day before dismissal – Mrs. Bentely asked for me to stay for a moment after class was dismissed.

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I figured it had to be sucky news – either I was going to get less than a “C” and mom would go apeshit, or I was in trouble for my Johnson having a mind of his own. Either way this was not a good turn of events. As the bell rang and some of my guy friends left the class with a chorus of “Andy’s gonna fail, Andy’s gonna fail” being mumbled by them. They laughed as they walked out of the room and turned to make faces and lewd signals to me to crack me up and get me in more trouble. If only they’d known.

Mrs. Bentely asked me to remain seated. I did, and assumed the “hey, look at Johnson” posture. She rather sternly informed me I would have a “hard” time getting better than a “D” unless I earned a “big” grade on my final – at least a “B-“ according to her. She really stressed the words big and hard. And she was rather blatant in checking out the big fella squirming in my Levi’s. Her look was intent and clearly not all that scholarly. She asked if I would like some ‘personal tutoring’ to help me get that much needed “C. ” I of course replied I would love her help and how kind it was of her to be so concerned with me.

She and I agreed to meet at her house at 3:30 – less than 1 hour from now.

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I ran home, dropped off all but my math book and notebook, left a note for mom, and headed the 18 or so blocks to Mrs. Bentely’s house. I arrived promptly – 18 minutes early, due to eagerness, an abundance of youthful energy and a clear desire to my Johnson skinned as it were – oh, and of course my desire to learn – what was it again? Math is it? Yeah, math.
I rang the bell and Mrs. Bentely answered the door. She had arrived home clearly in time to change into something “more comfortable” and somehow her makeup was freshly applied and perfect. She wore a pair of rather tight and short shorts that really showed off her awesome thick thighs. Her ass was busting out of the little blue cotton shorts. And she was wearing an old shirt of her husband’s it looked like, and it was tied at the mid drift like some of the girls had done in school this week. She was barefoot.

I was ushered into her kitchen breakfast nook. She had her book laid out, a note pad and sundry other items, all for tutoring me. The nook had a bench seat that was a half moon in the bay window and that’s where she sat. She smiled and patted the seat to her right and said “Sit down Andy and we’ll see what we can accomplish. ” Her smile was not an innocent one and she cast a quick but deliberate glance at my crotch as she smiled so invitingly.

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I slid in the booth like seat. She imperceptibly scooted a bit closer to me in the seat. We were separated by an inch or two.

More than once her leg brushed mine as she talked. I decided this was either my passing or failing, but either was I would see what, if anything else she had on her mind. I turned on my best charm, little though there was. I smiled, played dumb and innocent, and made sure she knew I was looking at her like a lion looks at a gazelle. She picked up on that for sure. After no more than 18 minutes or so she was becoming a bit flustered, but she was also becoming more forward and friendly too.

Our legs would accidentally touch some, in fact so much after a few minutes she left her right leg against my left leg. The electricity was there for sure. She looked at me and muttered “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Her smile was both warm and predatory. I was for sure getting warm, but my issue wasn’t the temperature but the fact that the top three buttons of her husband’s white shirt knotted at the waist revealed a very nice cleavage. If she did that for me to notice it, she had succeeded. I was so distracted I could hardly pay attention to anything she said.

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Her sing-song voice was wandering as well.

She seemed equally distracted. I decided to help and see if her kindness was mathematical or otherwise. I asked if I could use her rest room and she got up and proceeded to usher me in the proper direction to the powder room under the stairs. I went in and relieved Mr. Johnson of his urine burden. The sound of the piss hitting the water was as loud as a garden hose hitting the siding on a house. I purposefully did not piss on the porcelain to be discreet.

I flushed, washed my paws and emerged. She was sitting back where she had been, but she was leaning back against the back of the bench seat. And damned if there wasn’t now four buttons undone from the collar of her husband’s shirt. I am sure it was only 3 before – I counted them. Now I could see enough cleavage to park a car in as well as the top sides of the white low cut bra she wore. And her tits were pushed out a bit in that leaning back position. And she was rather openly looking at my crotch and then into my eyes, smiling and glancing back and forth between them.

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I slid back in next to her making sure we were right against each other. She smiled and said “Better now, Andy?”

“Hopefully,” I offered. By now we’d both had enough of this. She showed me an easy to remember trick for a business math formula, and when I got it and completed three problems with it flawlessly, she was pleased. “Nice job Andy,” she smiled and patted my left leg. Her hand rested mid way between my knees and my crotch and she left it there. Then she looked at me and that was it. I gently slid her hand up to my crotch. She never looked at me, but her hand was warm and shaking as I did so. She then very gently squeezed Mr. Johnson oh so lovingly and chimed in “Well, no wonder you’re so distracted Andy!” She paused for effect and added “Can I help you with that?”

“Please” was all I could mutter in reply. She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue strong and searching. Her lips covered mine as she probed my mouth as her right hand slid up and down Mr. Johnson’s side. She took my right hand and slid it under her blouse and under her bra.

Her tits were big and hot and her nipples were hard as a rock. I could feel all the Goosebumps all over the aureole. She began to moan some as we kissed. I was kissing her back of all I was worth.

She cut to the chase. “C’mon Andy. Let’s take a break, shall we?” I nodded my approval. She rose and said “follow me. ” I watched as she shook her ass back and forth as she led my through the hall and to the stairs. She looked back and offered her hand to me. She let her hand trail behind her back and pulled me almost against her as she as seductively as she could shook her ass from side to side leading me up the stairs. I reached out and slid my left hand over the cheeks of that most incredible muscled backside. She quipped “That’s nice!” and then added “C’mon!” and we climbed the remainder of the stairs. We turned a corner, down a hall and into her bedroom.

By the time she turned around I was on her like a wolf.

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We were stripping and kissing. Our faces were covered in each other’s saliva as we recklessly tore at each other. We were now smashing our naked bodies against each other. She gently pulled away and said “Lemme see him!” I took one step back and played it up. I put my fists on my hips like Mighty Mouse and launched into a refrain of “Here I come to save the day. ” She laughed and blurted out “Oh my fucking God Andy!” I took that to be a good thing. I began to sway my hips a bit and my cock, swelling and lengthening, slapped from thigh to thigh. I was taking her nakedness in for all it was worth. She was so fucking hot! She had a little cellulite, but I thought that was kind of sexy. She had a little paunch, but her tits were big and perfect; her waist was smaller and well defined, and of course she was hippy with an incredible ass. She turned and shook it for me and then she backed up against me and ground her fat ass on Mr. Johnson. “Seems he likes the view” she quipped.

She turned to me and pulled me onto her. We kissed and she whispered “ I have got to taste that,” as she pushed me back.

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“Get on your knees Andy,” she instructed. I did. She lay on her tummy and took my cock into her mouth. She began to make eating noises like when one is eating something really tasty and they make approving moaning noises. And from this angle her ass was the most incredible piece of flesh I’d ever seen in my young life. Within about 2 minutes my cock filled her mouth to capacity. She even once looked up at me and winked at me with a mouthful of Johnson. Fuck, that almost made me bust right there.

The rest happened way too quick to recall properly. It was a rush of hands, tongues and genitals. I was all the way in her cunt in about 1 minute flat and she was sweating, grunting and groaning, and so was I. I pumped her for about three or four minutes and screamed “Fuck! I’m cumming!” She grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way in as I did. I dumped about ten gallons of cum in her cunt and kept pumping. She began cumming then too. I came twice more before time slipped by and we had to get our shit together.

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She asked me if I would like to come by Friday afternoon. She had a proposal for me she wanted to discuss. I figured if it was anything like our current “discussion,” I would be there with bells on. She liked that. I dressed, kissed her and ran downstairs. She slid her clothes back on – no underwear or bra – and followed me. “So, when do I come back for tutoring?” I asked. She laughed, walked to me, took her warm and soft hands and rubbed me beneath my chin and whispered to me, “You’ve got a “C” already, but I think Friday we’ll see if we can improve on that. ”“Nice” was all I could reply. She smiled and retorted “I thought you’d like that. ” I did!
We parted and of course agreed that in school the next day we’d play it off as if we’d never met for even tutoring unless quizzed by my folks. Other than that she feared kids would chatter and I agreed for the sake of her reputation we’d say nothing. I ran out and headed home to jerk off.

The last three days of school passed normally with her and I casting a few hungry glances at each other but other than that not a hint of anything amiss. As I hung around at the end of class and took my time leaving, she looked at me and mouthed “Be at my house by 4PM, okay?” I nodded and ran home to shower and prepare.