It was a hot August day in the hills of Pennsylvania, outside the city of Pittsburgh. I was a mature 12 years at the time. Although I weighed but 110 pounds, my voice had changed and other characteristics of manhood were obvious.
I was assisting Ellen, the woman next door with yard work. She was about 23 years old, attractive, single, and the eldest of two daughters of the house owner. He was a perpetual drunkard and spent his days in the tavern. Pulling dandelions then cutting the grass were my primary tasks, while Ellen trimmed the hedge and pruned the flowers. Ellen had taken vacation for the week to get some work done around the house. Her younger sister had just had vacation the month before and was at work.
Ellen would usually finish before me. She would often assist me in the pulling of the dandelion plants. When Ellen finished her tasks, she went into the house then called to me a couple minutes later, presenting a glass of lemonade. We sat on the back porch and sipped it slowly in an attempt to cool down. It was barely noon and the temperature was is the high nineties. As we sat, my mother called over to me saying that my sister had a DoctorÆs appointment a couple towns away, and that I would have to come home and get ready to go. Ellen walked to the hedge that divided our yards and talked to my mother for a couple of minutes then asked if I could stay with her so we could do more yard work. I am sure this met with my motherÆs approval for dragging two kids to the DoctorÆs office when it was that hot, would be a chore. When she returned from the hedge, Ellen offered another glass of lemonade but said that she would have to make more. I began to pull dandelions again while awaiting another cold glass of liquid coolant.
Ten minutes or so later, Ellen was back with the refilled glasses and we sat again, consuming what refreshment could be obtained. Ellen had changed her blouse and was now in a yellow, sleeveless, cotton blouse that buttoned down the front. The top button was missing and it allowed for some cleavage. It didnÆt take long for me to comprehend that the bra was also now missing. I did not understand it at the time but both nipples were erect and showing through the fabric. Her brain was hard at work.
Soon, we were back at work in the yard, on our hands and knees. I had been working on a patch of dandelions along side our free standing garage that boarded EllenÆs yard. Ellen joined me as the patch was large, difficult to clean up and provided a little shade. I looked up in time to see my mother and sister walking to the bus stop. I yelled a loud goodbye. They would be gone for several hours, with the sparse bus schedule. It was then, when I asked forgiveness for startling Ellen with my yell, that I noticed I could see down the front of her blouse and her breasts. Several times, I almost got caught in my pre-teen stare. Damn, I thought, those are nice. Nicer than the girl two doors down had, but then she was only 13 too. I could feel my penis filling my shorts. I turned away to a new direction. Soon, I would notice that she had positioned herself in front of me again. And again, there was that beautiful set of tits looking back at me. Ellen eventually got up and walked into the house. About 10 minutes passed when she called from the upstairs window and asked if I would come up. I responded and headed for the house. She called down again and asked me to take off my shoes as they had just put in a new carpet and asked that I wash my hands in the kitchen so as not to mess the newly painted walls. I complied. After washing my hands, I called to Ellen from the stairs and was told to come on up.
Climbing the stairs, I noticed the bathroom door was closed but didnÆt know where to find Ellen. I called and she responded from the bathroom for me to go into the back bedroom, saying she would be there in a minute. I walked into the room, obviously her room, took notice of clothes on the chair including a bra, then walked to the back window and was looking out onto the yard. From behind me, she entered the room and spoke. I turned to see her standing there with only a towel wrapped as a covering for a freshly showered body. My eyes must have been bigger than saucers.
Her look was of seriousness when she stated that she had observed me looking down her blouse. Shit, I thought, I have been caught. “Did you like what you saw?” I didnÆt respond verbally, I just stood there. I am dead meat I thought, only to realize my meat was one part that was not dead, it was raising to full glory. “I think we need to have a little talk. Come over here, please.” I walked toward her with my eyes looking at the carpet. “You are becoming a young man, arenÆt you? I asked you a question before, did you like what you saw?” I nodded to the affirmative. I figured the next sentence was going to involve her speaking to my mother. Instead, she asked if I could keep a secret. I responded with a affirmative head shake, again. She then lifted her left arm slightly and the bath towel dropped to the floor. It may have hit the floor before my lower jaw, but I doubt it. There in front of me stood a woman, naked, with two beautiful tits. “Is that a better view?” I nodded, yes. “Have you ever seen a naked woman before?” I shook my head, no. This was only a partial truth for I had seen the neighbor girls pussy when we played Doctor a couple of times and had checked her budding boobs, but this was a real woman. “Would you like to touch them?” I spoke my first word is the minutes since she walked into the room, “yes”, I responded, “I would like that.” She sat on the bed and took my right hand to guide it for itÆs first touch. After a couple of minutes, she stood and faced me. “Would you suck my breast for me?” I had never done that (that I could remember). I complied and felt disappointed in that nothing came out of it.
My dick was going wild, trying to escape out of my shorts to get a view for itself, I thought. It did not go unnoticed. Soon Ellen was removing my shirt, the coolness of the air felt great. She started to lower my shorts and underwear and stopped short. “Are you going to keep this our secret?” “Yes, oh yes”, I responded. Coolness hit my groin as I stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My dick jumped when she brushed against it. “You are bigger than I thought. Big for a 12 year old. Do you know what you are supposed to do with this (as she wrapped her hand around it)?”. Just awakening to sex, I knew it made babies, but I really wasnÆt sure how. “This is made to go into a woman, here (as she took my hand and placed it on her box). Do you want to learn how?” I said yes and she reminded me of my need for secrecy again. “I would like to pop your cherry.” I must have looked puzzled. “I want you to put your dick inside of me.” She laid onto the bed. “I want you to fuck me.” She took my hand and guided me to lay between her legs. I didnÆt have a clue. She guided me into position. “Let me do the work, at least at first” She reached down and took my dick in her hand, then lifted her knees with her feet flat on the bed. She rubbed by penis up and down between the lips of her pussy then spread her juices on the shaft of my penis. It felt hot. It felt slick. The next sensation was her guiding the tip of my dick to her hole of love. Ellen placed her hands on the cheeks of my ass and said “push but not too hard. If it wonÆt slide in, pull back a little and then push again.” I pushed but I was unsure of how hard to push. I pulled back a little then thrust forward again, The head of my dick was well inside and the shaft was making its way. She moaned. I was afraid I had hurt her and offered to remove it. “DonÆt you dare!” With that she wrapped her legs around me. “You are so big for your age” She clamped her Kagle muscles down on me and took control of the thrusting.. This was the greatest feeling I had ever had. Even though the air was as hot as a firecracker, I could still feel the heat of her cuntal juice, the steam of her need to be fulfilled. I was now doing the thrusting but she had a grip on my foreskin to where I didnÆt think I would ever get out. Through her noises she asked if I was old enough to cum yet. I honestly didnÆt know. Then she commanded that I cum. “Fill my cunt with your juice.” “Shoot me.” “Please, please, please, give it to me.” She was climaxing; shuttering, huffing like a steam engine and thrusting her body. Her juices were dripping from my balls. Then, that feeling started to ripple through my body, it heightened rapidly until it exploded. She got her load. Plucked cherry. Virginal cum, shot after shot. It was fantastic. We relaxed, then showered together. She allowed me to investigate her pussy, showed me her clit and how to excite her again. We played, French kissed and I learned foreplay. She sucked me until I was hard again, and went a second time.
About four months later during Christmas break from school, and after helping shovel snow from her driveway, she invited me in for cocoa and gave me a fantastic Christmas present. She said that she was fertile and we couldnÆt screw around. She blind folded me, walked me upstairs to her room and presented her sister, blond, naked, shaven and wanting.
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