Janet was my upstairs neighbor, and about a year and a half older than me,
but she and I had known each other all our lives.
In those days a year or two difference in age was a lot —
kids didn’t play with other children who were not of their age,
but our block in The Bronx was a friendly one and everybody
knew each other. Mostly, Janet was my sister’s friend,not mine.
I didn’t think of her in a sexual way until I entered puberty–
which is not too surprising, I suppose. But by the time I
or so and my juices began to flow, Janet was already 14 and a half–
and what a body she had! She was not classically pretty but she had
a lovely Italian face with beautiful curly brown hair,
nice legs — and what breasts! She must have been a 37DD
by the time she .
Unlike some of the girls in the neighborhood, she didn’t hang out in the
schoolyard or in the park. Her parents were strict and didn’t
want her to do hang out. Which is why I was totally surprised
one May evening when she knocked on the door to our apartment
and asked me if my sister was home? I don’t know where the hell
she was, she spent a lot of time in the street with her friends,
and my parents weren’t home. I think they were at the movies.
My prick got hard just looking at her. I told her my sister wasn’t
home, then I invited her in to look
at TV. I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t going to send
this yioung lady and her tits away! I was not a cool guy
in those days by any means, I don’t know how that invitation came
out, how it sounded,but she said, sure! and smiled and walked in. She had
been in our house many times before so she knew where the
living room was– except that she didn’t walk into the
living room, she walked right into my bedroom, and I followed,
adjusting the front of my pants, wondering and hoping–
and when we got in there she turned around and grabbed me
around the neck and kissed me and ground her thighs into mine.
I thought her tits would break my ribs. I was not an
experienced kisser, but she taught me fast. I thought the
top of my head was going to blow off — not to mention the
top of my dick. I grabbed her ass– then I reached up and
felt those fabulous breasts, those tits I had jerked off
thinking about so many times.
What happened in the next hour would take pages to describe.
I had never seen a beautiful, hairy cunt before, but I stroked
and licked hers; I had never seen or touched or sucked on anybody’s
breasts before (except maybe my mother’s, but I think I
was a bottle baby); I had never been naked with another
girl before, I had never had my dick stroked or sucked.
She also came prepared– I certainly didn’t have any condoms in those
days. She was no vorgin and she liked to be entered from behind,
which was fine with me, I could hold her tits as I pumped
in and out of her beautiful cunt. I came three times
in one condom without losing my erection– young guys can do that.
Then we put on another on me and fucked again. I think
I came five time in two hours — she came several times.
And all this time, I was so engrossed in this fucking
fantasy that it didn’t even occur to me that maybe my parents could walk in on us,
or that my sister might come upstairs to go to the bathroom–
which was right next to my bedroom. But lucky for us,
neither event happened.
I grew up fast in those two hours. We held each other for
a while and rested and then cleaned each other up in the
bathroom. I still get hard when I think about wiping those beautiful
tits and that beautiful hairy cunt gently with a wash cloth,
and Janet gently washing my still red-hot prick gently with
warm water. She kissed it good night before I put my pants
back on.
After that night we got together occasionally, and she taught me
a lot of things. And then time passed, and she began to date
and “outgrew” me (although we were still friends) and then
the neighborhood changed and she and her folks moved away
and my family moved to Brooklyn in 1965, and I never saw her or
heard from her again.
And I didn’t get laid again for anothers.
I still don’t know, and never will know, why she fucked me that
night (I was supposedly good-looking in those days), but
she could have had her pick of many guys, if she just wanted
to get fucked.
Whereever you are today, Janet, I hope you are happy.
You had the best tits in The Bronx. And the sweetest cunt, too.
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