Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
It happened during the summer of my fourteenth year. Mother and three of her
and three of her friends rented a cottage on Lake Chataqua
many miles from home. They were intending to play bridge
day and night. During her absence she had hired Maxine, a
pretty, petite girl who had just graduated from high school,
to stay with me. Maxine arrived early the morning of
mother’s departure.
Mother was strict. I learned from experience never to argue
with her or fail to obey a command. Several severe bare
bottom spankings with her hair brush had made the point. Her
parting lecture made it clear I was to give unquestioned
obedience to Maxine and that she had permission to use the
hair brush if I didn’t. If on one of mother’s frequent
calls she found out I hadn’t mother would cut her vacation
short and give me the beating of my life. Then she left.
At first everything went smoothly between me and Maxine. But
as the day’s passed and Maxine realized the power she had
she began using it. Maxine was an only child of strict
Catholic parents and hadn’t even been allowed to date. This
was her chance to satisfy her curiosity. She began coming
into the bathroom while I was in the tub. Then she started
checking to see I was clean behind my ears. That led to the
time she made me stand up. I was mortified but had no
choice. She pulled my foreskin back and found some white
stuff. She cleaned it and made me turn around and bend over
so she could see that I was clean there as well.
About the third time she made me do this she put a soapy
finger in my bottom. My peter responded by standing
straight out. It wouldn’t go down and when she saw it I
thought I would die of shame. She looked at it for a
minute and then took it in her hand. She told me she
thought it was really nice. I got out of the tub and
dried myself. I was about to put on my underware when she
stopped me and told me to go into the bedroom. I was made
to lie on the bed so she could get a better look.
She had learned, probably from girl talk, about male
masturbation. She took it in her hand and began stroking.
She wasn’t much good at first but soon caught on. I tried
not to come but at that age hormones were in control. I
felt the eruption begin. Then the throbbing and finally
I began to spurt..cum all over my front.
When it was over she forbad me to “play with myself”.
When I felt the urge I was to come to her and she would
do it to me. Then for the next several days she did it
several times a day. She also stipulated I was not to
wear clothes in the house.
She began wearing more revealing outfits giving me glimpses
of her breasts and her panties. It never failed to get me
excited. She became increasingly bold, like coming into my
wearing only a shortie nightie. She would bend over to
give me a kiss showing me her breasts all the way to her
nipples. At the same time she would put her hand on my
erect peter. She would pull the sheet down and stroke me
until I shot off.
One night not long after this began she asked me if I would
like to touch her. She let me put my hand up under her
nightie and then guided me until she came. It wasn’t long
before she let me take her nightie clear off. I still get
a thrill remembering that first time…and the many times
that followed. I suppose it had something to do with her
strict upbringing for she was aroused much of the time.
The fateful night finally arrived. We had been petting for
hours, teasing each other to the brink but not letting the
other come. She was laying on her back with her legs wide
apart literally moaning with desire. That’s when she said.
“Put it in me.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. She had to repeat it. Finally
I mounted her. At first I couldn’t find her opening. But,
nature is a good teacher. We did it four times without
my even drawing out.
Before mother returned we must have done it a hundred times.
Thankfully she didn’t get pregnant for neither of us knew
anything about birth control. I certainly have never told
anyone about that interlude and I’m sure Maxine hasn’t
either. I just hope she recalls it with as much pleasure
as I do.
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