It all started innocently enough. I was riding my bicycle in the quiet part of town, the wealthy part of town when I came across a woman looking helpless next to her car with the hood open. I stopped, asked her if I could help.
“You can try,” she said. “I’m waiting for the auto club guy to get here. It won’t start.”
I’m no mechanic but I’m smart enough to know when a cable is not connected to a battery. That’s all it was. I thought about stalling; pretending to work hard, maybe gain sympathy points. What the real goal was, I don’t know.
Then I thought it might be a setup. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the woman was not looking at the engine. Instead, she was looking at me. That surprised me because I’m not all that good-looking. Women didn’t normally look at me the way she did.
She was middle aged, around forty, but cute in her own way. Short, around five feet tall, not much over a hundred pounds, she looked great to me. And she was looking at me! I put the battery cable back on the battery and asked her to start the car. She did, and looked kind of embarrassed as she got out and walked back to where I was.
“That simple, huh?” she asked, as she tossed back her shoulder length brown hair.
“I’m afraid so,” I said. I could not think of anything else to say, so I started toward my bike. Then I said, “Is there anything else you need fixed?” I started to get on the bike.
“You know anything about faucets?” she asked, with a smile.
I shrugged. “A little. You have one leaking?”
She shrugged. “I think so.”
She took me into the kitchen of her bright house. The sun was shining in through huge windows and bounced off white tile and white walls. I followed her, admired her flowery summer dress, and what she had underneath it.
“This one leaks. If you can fix it, I’ll pay you.”
I unscrewed the faucet and reset the washer, screwed the piece back on and was finished in about two minutes.
“You’re a regular handyman,” she said.
I shrugged. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Nah,” she said, and invited me to sit down. I did and she got some bottled water out of the fridge. “You married?” she asked.
“No,” I responded. “Why?”
“You’d make someone a good husband. Why aren’t you married? You’re young and good looking.” I snickered. I didn’t agree with her on the good-looking part, but that was my problem. I responded, “I don’t know. Bad luck, I guess.”
“Damn right it’s bad luck,” she said. She kind of startled me. Maybe it’s because I was staring at her again. She looked better and better to me. “There’s nothing better than being with a good woman.”
I smiled, looked down at the water. “You’re right,” I said softly.
She got up and walked over to the sink. “Come here,” she said. “What’s your name, by the way?”
“Ken,” I told her as I got up. “Yours?”
She said her name is Erin. I walked over to the sink, figuring it was still leaking. But before I got there, Erin turned to me.
“I want to pay you for helping me.” She grabbed my biking shorts and squeezed my privates. I jumped a little, not expecting it, but I didn’t recoil.
She asked me, “Would this be an acceptable method of payment?” She grabbed the sides of my shorts and started to lower them, then stopped and looked up at me as if awaiting a response.
“Uh, sure, I…” I fumbled. I was getting so hard it was difficult to concentrate.
She smiled and continued to pull down the shorts. My cock popped out, already nearly stiff.
“Been awhile?” she asked as she took me into her left hand.
I sighed. “You could say that.”
She slowly dropped to her knees and licked the head. Then she opened her mouth and took me in. She was a small woman, as stated before, but she was able to take in a good four inches at a time as she bobbed her head on my rock hard shaft.
I could not hold out very long. It had been quite a long time and I was more than ready to explode within thirty seconds or so. The idea of warning her never really crossed my mind. I just came like a fire hose into her mouth. She stopped bobbing, but held me insider her lips as I shot five or six pulses into her.
“I’m sorry, I..” I started. But Erin just held her hand up. She sucked the last of my juice out and pulled off. She kept her hand up as she closed her eyes and swallowed twice. Then she looked up at me and licked her lips. As she stood, she pulled up my shorts.
“Was that a good payment for services rendered?” she asked.
I laughed. “I owe you a lot more than fixing a faucet and reconnecting a battery cable. What can I do to return the favor?”
Erin smiled, laughed and jumped up on the counter. She pulled off her panties and hiked up her dress to reveal a glorious vagina surrounded by trimmed brown pubic hair.
“Do you like to eat pussy?”
“Well,” I said, and continued to stare at her beautiful crotch. “Yes, I do.”
“Then get to work, Ken. I made you come, now it’s your turn.”
Her pussy was sweet, the best I’d ever known, and I dug in as if I were starved for it. I found her clitoris and did not let it go. I sucked and licked and squeezed and nibbled until after about five minutes she came hard and very, very wet. It was kind of gross but she had swallowed my load, so I did my best to clean her up with my tongue. I licked from the top to the bottom, even rode my tongue across her anus a few times. Once when I did so she gasped a little. So I went to work on that little hole while I rubbed her clit with my fingers. I buried my tongue in her ass as deeply as I could. I never even considered the taste or where my tongue was. I was just bent on giving her another orgasm. This one took only about four minutes, and was not quite as wet as the first, but it was just as strong.
Again I cleaned her with my tongue and lips and finally pulled away.
“Was that good enough to make us even?” I asked her.
She lolled her head back. “Yes, I think so,” she murmured. Then she snapped to as if out of a dream. “You know, you’re amazingly good at that.”
I shrugged. “I enjoy it.”
“You could make a lot of women happy doing that.”
I started to laugh.
“I’m serious. You want to do some more? I know of a bunch of women who are dying to find a guy they can go to for sex. What else can you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Ken,” she started, “you just gave me two orgasms without involving your penis. You licked me to one and cleaned out my ass and rubbed me to another. Do you know how many men are even willing to try that?”
I just stared at her. I wanted to lick her again.
She continued. “I’m saying you’re a rarity. I know women who would love for you to do those things for them. What else will you do? How far are you willing to go?”
“I don’t know,” I said. I hadn’t thought about it. “I’ll do anything, I guess.”
She nodded at me. “I bet you would. Did you really enjoy that? I mean, you had your tongue in my ass.”
“Actually, that was the one of the best parts,” I confessed. “I just liked that you were enjoying it.”
“I loved it!” squealed Erin. “Give me your phone number. I’ll make some calls and see if I can set some things up. Do you want to give it a shot?”
“So, you mean, like, what?”
“It’s not prostitution, if that’s what you’re thinking. Think of it as doing favors for sex-starved women of this upstanding community. You don’t have any diseases, do you?”
“How do you know?”
I sighed. “Well, you have to engage in certain activities in order to get certain diseases. I haven’t engaged for a long time, until now.”
“I figured,” said Erin. “I haven’t known of a man coming that fast for any other reason.”
“So you’ll be my pimp?”
“Don’t think of it that way. I’m your go-between.”
I thought about it for a minute. Erin stayed silent. Finally, she grabbed my balls again, and said, “Come on. It’ll be fun. We’re providing a much needed service in the community.”
I couldn’t think of anything, so I said, “On one condition. I want to be with you again.”
She looked at me for a long moment. “Orally only,” she said. “I won’t fuck you. The other women will, but I only fuck my husband.”
For whatever reason, I hadn’t even considered husbands. I started to say something but Erin cut me off.
“The women we deal with will only ask for what they’re comfortable with. That’s the beauty of the whole thing. You’re a newbie and they’re all bored. They’ll have the time of their lives living out fantasies with you. And yes, I’ll suck your dick whenever you want me to as long as you’re keeping my friends happy.”
We shook hands in agreement, and I left Erin with a smile and high hopes.
Two days later, in the afternoon my cell phone rang.
“Can you talk?” asked Erin. I recognized her voice.
I looked around and saw no one was nearby. “Sure,” I said. I tried to be as cheery as possible, despite my apprehension for the whole thing.
“I’ve got a friend who is dying to meet you. Her house is free tonight. She wants you to come over. Ride your bike so there’s not a car outside the whole time, you know?”
“Okay. What does she want me to do?”
Erin laughed. “She’ll tell you. That’s not my business. I did tell her you’d do anything, though.”
Erin gave me the address and told me to arrive precisely at nine o’clock. I asked if I needed to do anything or bring anything, and Erin told me everything was taken care of. All I had to bring was my body and an open mind. Then she hung up. The last comment took me back a little, but it was too late. Erin’s number did not show up on my caller identification, which I’m sure was intentional. There was no turning back.
I actually arrived a few minutes early, so I rode around the block. I didn’t like riding at night, but it was not far, only two miles from my house, and it was not that dangerous.
As I approached the address at precisely nine, the garage door opened. I rode up and a tall woman motioned me in.
“Hi,” I said as I leaned the bicycle against the wall.
She seemed really nervous, had trouble even saying hello. She was nearly six feet tall and dark. She had black hair, very tan skin, wore a tight black shirt and white shorts. She had a little weight on her, but not much extra. Maybe a year or two older than Erin, but she was pretty. But she looked almost scared.
“I’m Carrie, are you Ken?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
“Come on.” I followed her into the house. Only two blocks from the first house I’d been in, this one was similar. Carrie led me into a den and we sat down on a sofa. She sat so close that our legs rubbed.
“So, why did you ask me here?” I said. It was a line I didn’t like, but I couldn’t think of anything better. As she started to relax a little, Carrie looked better to me. She did not respond, rather leaned over and kissed me. She put her tongue in my mouth and I put mine in hers. We kissed deeply for about a minute.
Finally, Carrie pulled away from me. “Erin tells me you’re not afraid of an ass.”
It was a weird line, and I wanted to laugh, but I could see Carrie was perfectly serious.
“True,” I said, in matter of fact tone.
“Would you put it in mine?” She didn’t waste words.
What could I say? “I’d love to.”
Carrie stood up and started to take off her clothes. I did the same. In a few moments, we were standing face to face, both of us naked. Carrie’s body was not tight like I pictured Erin’s to be, but it was a beautiful body and my erection showed approval. Carrie reached out and stroked my rod a few times. Then she turned and leaned over the arm of the sofa, put a pillow under her chest.
“Be easy, Ken. I’ve never done this before.”
“Do you need lubrication?”
“Go ahead,” she said, her voice muffled a bit by the pillow.
I figured she needed lubrication and decided I was the best source. I got on my knees and put my face to her slightly sagging buttocks. She had a little bit of a scent to her, but I didn’t mind. I reached my tongue out and licked over her anus, all around and over it. Then I plunged in; the excitement took over, I could not help myself. Carrie moaned a little as I moved my tongue in and out and rolled it around inside her backside. She tasted great.
“Do it now!” cried Carrie, a few minutes later.
Truth be told, I had never done this before, either, but things had gone all right so far. I took my rock hard cock and put it against her now moist small hole. I pushed in and her hole opened around the head. I watched my shaft going in centimeter by centimeter, very slowly. But it was getting me too far along as was the sensation of being inside Carrie this way. I had to look at something else. So I looked at her face and saw her wincing in pain.
“Are you okay?” I softly asked.
She grunted, “Keep going!”
I kept pushing and suddenly my cock found a tunnel and slid smoothly into her. I slowly thrust back and forth. I did not want to hurt her and I did not want to come too quickly, so I took it very slow. She moaned with pleasure and pushed back against me.
“Don’t come inside me,” she said. “Pull out first.”
My goal was to make her happy, so after a good three minutes, which I thought was a long time, I knew I was about to explode. So I slowly pulled out.
“I’m almost there,” I said, just barely above a whisper.
When my cock finally popped out, I saw it had some of her excrement on it. To my shock, Carrie quickly pushed up from the sofa and turned around, and sat on the floor in front of me. She took my cock, complete with her feces, into her mouth. She took it all in, and started to lick it clean. But I was too close and I exploded inside her. She instantly withdrew and I shot a pulse on her nose and cheek. She put her head down and my next shot went in her hair. She spit the first of it into her hand. I kept coming, oozing by this point and some dripped onto a sheet she had put on the floor. Carrie wiped her hand on the sheet and returned her attention to my cock, which she started to clean with her tongue. She moaned with delight as she licked the excrement off my shaft. She continued to lick and clean until I was completely flaccid.
Finally, Carrie leaned back against the side of the sofa and looked up at me. I got on my knees in front of her so we were nearly at eye level.
I asked her, “What was that like?”
“Glorious,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “Absolutely glorious.”
“Wasn’t it gross, though, when you took in your…” I didn’t know what to call it.
She shook her head. “You should try it sometime, Ken. It’s beautiful.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “At first I was grossed out, but it was kind of cool, too.”
She closed her eyes. “Beautiful,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to give you an orgasm?” I asked, moving toward her a little.
She smiled. “I had one.”
“You’d better go,” said Carrie. And she started to reach for my clothes.
I dressed and got out of the garage by a side door. I walked my bike out to the street and rode home fascinated, and somewhat shocked.
Erin called me the next day.
“How did things go with Carrie?” she asked.
“Pretty well, I think. She certainly seemed happy.”
“Yeah, she was. I talked to her this morning. You treated her just right. You’re on a roll. You want to do another one this weekend?”
My apprehension was gone. I told her I surely would like to go for another. She told me that it was going to be an interesting one, but she would not say anything more. She only told me to be there Saturday afternoon at a house on the same street. She gave me the address and told me to be there right at one o’clock.
Now that I had been through two successful sessions, I was excited instead of nervous. This was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Some men might have been embarrassed, felt degraded or humiliated. But I was having all kinds of sex and making women happy. What could be better?
Time seemed to drag but Saturday finally arrived. I rode to the address and was greeted in the driveway by a homely, chubby woman wearing what looked like a tablecloth. The game had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
“You’re Ken?” she asked, between puffs of a cigarette.
I acknowledge I was Ken, and prepared to take the bad with the good.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “you don’t have to touch me. You’re here for my daughter.”
I was relieved but a bit taken back. Despite being unattractive, this woman was not much more than mid-thirties at the most. I didn’t want to get into any trouble with a minor.
I followed her into the garage, parked my bike, and then followed her into the house. She had me take my shoes off at the door, though she did not remove her own.
“Laura!” she yelled. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah!” I heard.
“Come on,” the fat woman said, and waved me on. “Upstairs.”
We walked up the stairs slowly, as her legs did not want to lift her much. We reached the top of the stairs and walked into the first bedroom. Sitting on her bed was a girl of about sixteen. She was not as fat as her mother, but she was overweight. She had beautiful blond hair, pretty blue eyes and smooth skin. I could tell she would have been beautiful if not for the extra weight. Even with it, she was beautiful. The girl stood up. She was about five foot five.
“Ken, this is Laura. Laura needs to learn how this stuff works. I want to utilize your skills in a kind of tutorial. Are you up for that?” The mother looked at me.
“Mom,” said Laura, “he doesn’t want to. Don’t make him.” I could tell the poor girl had a self-image of about zero. She’d probably been made fun of all her life. But she was underage. I was a bit stuck.
I thought for a minute, then said, “I would be glad to help you in any way I can. But there’s a lot of trouble with doing anything with a minor.”
“It’s consensual,” the mother said. “Isn’t it Laura?”
“Yes.” Then she turned to me. “You’ll really do it?”
“You’re a beautiful girl,” I said. “You’re just a little young.”
“I’m seventeen,” she lied. I knew she couldn’t be more than fifteen or sixteen.
Her mother smiled. “We wanted to make sure we knew where you were coming from before we told you she’s old enough.”
I didn’t bother to mention that I thought the legal age was eighteen. Instead I looked down at Laura, again sitting on the side of her bed. She stood up, beaming. “He’ll do it!” she said. Again, I was a bit trapped, and resigned.
“Okay,” said the mother, who now sat on the bed next to where her daughter had been. “We’ll start with kissing. Put your arms around Ken’s shoulders.”
Laura did as she was told. She concentrated hard and tried to make sure she got all the details right. She reached up and put her hands behind my shoulders. I put my arms around her. Laura looked over at her mother for further instruction.
“Good, now up on your toes. Reach up and put your lips to his, just like I showed you.” That was a visual I did not need.
Laura did so, and mashed me a little bit, but she gave me a nice kiss. I kissed her back.
“Now put your tongue out just a little. Just meet his.”
I saw Laura’s mother was standing now, looking closely at our kiss. “Good,” she said, as Laura and I started to French kiss. “Keep going. A little further, a little deeper. Good. Is that good, honey?”
“Uh-huh,” Laura grunted through our kiss. After another fifteen or twenty seconds, Laura’s mother ended the kiss.
“That was really good,” I said. “You’re a great kisser, Laura.”
Laura, a little embarrassed, looked down as said, “Thanks.” I could tell by her voice that she was smiling.
“Okay,” said her mother. “Let’s move on to petting.”
Laura’s mom took us through a detailed lesson in where to place hands, what was okay, what was not. By the fact that the mother appeared to be an expert in all this stuff made me wonder what she must have been like as a teenager and young adult. By the appearance of her daughter, I guessed maybe she was not so heavy at earlier ages. Maybe she had learned all of this stuff in her younger years. That she wanted her daughter to learn it was, in a weird way, noble. I just wondered how far Laura’s mother planned for Laura to go.
“Okay, that’s good. Now let’s put it together,” she said. She had her daughter and I kiss and pet and feel each other for a few minutes.
“All right, honey. Let’s stop there. That’s what teenagers do. That’s what your friends talked about all that time. Do you want to go on?”
Laura nodded. “I want all of it.”
“Okay.” Then the mother addressed me. “I’m sorry Ken. We’ve planned this for some time. One step at a time we’ll move on. Laura can stop anytime she wishes. But I promised to show her everything she wanted to know. Okay?”
“That’s fine. I’m quite honored.”
Laura smiled again. “I’m ready, mom,” she said.
“Okay, let’s move on to removing the clothes. Take Ken’s shirt first. Now, it’s a regular knit shirt, so you just want to first make sure it’s unbuttoned. Go ahead and unbutton it carefully. You don’t want to ruin his clothes.”
Laura’s hands shook noticeably as she fumbled with my shirt.
“Good, now, put your hands inside his shirt at the bottom. Now touch him and run your hands up inside to the shirt collar.”
Laura had very soft hands and they felt great on my chest.
“Now just raise the collar over his head. You’re signaling to him that you want his shirt off. He’ll do the rest.”
I removed the shirt. Laura stared at my body. She seemed almost in awe. I understood she was seeing something for the first time; something she had dreamed about many times. It’s hard to describe my feeling, except that I was kind of humbled.
“Good. Now step back from him and begin to unbutton your blouse. Slowly, honey. You don’t want to rush anything or you’ll excite the man too much. If you incite him, you’ll cause things to happen too quickly. Remember, you’re in total control.”
Laura unbuttoned her blouse very slowly, with still shaking hands. She revealed a big chest with a big bra. I was worried I would not know how to unfasten it. Fortunately, the mother rescued me.
“Okay,” Mom said. “Now, one thing you might not want to do is rely on the man to remove your bra. It’s best if you do that yourself. But remember, you’re revealing something that is sacred to a man, so do this slowly, and carefully.”
Laura unfastened her bra in almost stop-action motion. She would do something, stop, and move a few inches, stop, a few inches more. Finally, her bra came off. Her breasts were large, beautiful, and ready to be suckled.
Her mother instructed Laura to cup her breasts and lift them to me so I could lick and kiss them. I did so and enjoyed the young woman’s breasts immensely. In fact, I was just getting into it when the mother stopped me.
“I like that,” Laura said. “Can he do that again?”
“In a bit, honey. Or we can do more now, if you’d like. Or we can move on to the next thing.”
“Just do a little more, then we’ll move on.”
I moved from one breast to the other, nibbling, sucking, and pinching with my lips. She was very sexy. I felt her breath on the back of my neck as I worked over her mounds.
After a few more minutes, Laura gently pushed me away.
“I could do that all day,” she said. “Let’s go on.”
“Okay, now we’re going to get to the good parts,” said the mother. “First thing you want to do is remove the man’s pants. Now, in this case, he’s wearing biking shorts, which should be easy enough. You’ll just pull them down. But the important thing is where you are when you do that. What’s your intention? What do you want to do with is penis?”
“Suck on it,” said Laura. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch, now bulging under the shorts.
“Okay,” said her mother. “You can see he’s already growing under there, so you know what to expect. You want to get on your knees in front of him so you’re in position. But stay back enough that it doesn’t slap you when it pops out. Good. Now, grab both sides and slowly take the shorts down.”
She moved my shorts down so slowly it was agonizing. Finally, her mother told her to move a little faster. Laura pulled the shorts down and my cock popped out eagerly. When it did, Laura stopped and stared.
“That’s what we’ve been after,” her mother said. “But don’t stop with the shorts. Now get them off him entirely. That’s it, just let him step out of them. Now sit back and admire your man.”
Laura leaned back on her feet and looked at my cock. She couldn’t get her eyes off it. That just made me hotter and I kept growing. In my mind I was begging for the next lesson to begin.
“Okay, first, you want to take it in your hand.” Laura did as her mother said, and wrapped her hand right around the shaft.
“Open your hand, honey. Just rest it in your palm. Good. Now, move in and give it a little kiss.”
Laura, full of apprehension kissed the head of my throbbing penis.
“Great,” said her mother. “Now a little bit of tongue, give it a lick. Lick it a little more, then open up and take it in. Just the head, that’s it. While it’s in your mouth, suck on it and lick over it. Remember, that’s the most sensitive part of a man’s body. So when you lick it, you’re really giving him a sensation. Look up at his eyes while you lick.”
Laura looked up at me. It was not hard for me to look happy. I was delirious.
“Okay, take some more in, as much as you can comfortably. You don’t want to gag on it.”
Laura took in about half of the shaft. Her mother then told her to start bobbing a bit, imitate the motion of a man inside a woman’s vagina. Laura did as she was told. She licked, she sucked, she bobbed, she gave me a great blow job.
“Okay, let’s let him go,” said Laura’s mother. “We don’t want to spend him yet. You okay, Ken?”
“I’m great,” I said. “But I’m pretty close.”
“Okay, honey. It’s time for the last step. You need to remove your pants and panties. But this you don’t want to do too slowly. Ken is almost ready to explode, so you don’t want to make him wait. Go ahead and take it off.”
Laura removed her shorts and panties to reveal her large hips and very large buttocks. She stood awkwardly for a moment.
“All right, Laura. Sit down and lie back. Good. Now spread your legs slowly. You’re offering the ultimate thing to your man. You’re offering your whole body now, so treat it with the ultimate respect. Good. Now, do you want Ken to taste you?”
“Yes,” Laura said.
I was kind of hoping she’d say no. Until she was fully spread, it was not a pretty sight down there. Laura was a big girl. But once she was spread wide, she was fine, beautiful and young. I dove in, glad to give my cock a little break in the action. I went after Laura’s musky pussy for all I was worth, determined to give her an orgasm before her mother could stop me. As I suspected, young Laura was ready to explode. It took me less than two minutes to bring the woman to a moaning, oozing orgasm.
“Well, how’s that for a bonus?” the mother asked.
I pulled away, and Laura just grunted.
The mother asked, “Are you ready to have him inside you?”
Laura just nodded. I stood and guided myself into the waiting, well-lubricated vagina. I thrust back and forth a bit, slowly in order to try to make it last.
“Don’t come inside her, Ken,” her mother said. “Spray on her breasts.”
I thrust in Laura for about two minutes, then pulled out. Laura stared in wide-eyed amazement as I shot my entire load on her chest. She took some on her finger and tasted it.
“How do you like the taste, honey?” asked her mother.
“Sometimes a man will do that in your mouth. Then what will you do?”
Laura looked from her mother to me. I was still coming down from the burst, so I was not much help.
The mother continued. “Maybe we can have Ken back again so you can find out what it’s like to swallow a man’s semen. Would you like that?”
Laura again nodded.
“Well, how did you like having him inside you?”
Laura didn’t say anything. Just stared at my reducing penis.
Finally, the girl said, “That was awesome.”
“For me, too,” I added.
“Really?” asked Laura.
I nodded. I put my shorts back on and my shirt. I found my own way out the door. Mother and daughter had a lot to talk about. I felt bad that I was Laura’s first experience, at least I assumed I was. She’d had something in her vagina before, because there was nothing to break when I went in. But that was none of my business. I was just on a high that would not end. I rode home, made sure my cell phone was on, and hoped that Erin would call again soon.