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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Mrs. Ryder, you are trying to seduce me. Aren't you?

I parted the curtains in my usual manner, just far enough to create a slit wide enough for me to peek out across the yard and into her bedroom window, but not so wide as to call attention to it. One could set a watch by her nightly ritual. Every evening at precisely ten o'clock she came into her bedroom to prepare to go to sleep.

I watched as she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She bent over to pick it up, revealing her muff. She wasn't wearing panties underneath her open-bottom girdle. She never did. I could see a tangle of reddish-brown pubic hair framed by her girdle. Her creamy thighs were framed by the garters running from her girdle down to her seamed stockings. Her bra barely contained her mammoth chest. Her cleavage spilled over the top of the cups and her nipples poked through the fabric.

I reflected on the countless occasions I timed taking out the garbage, so I could spy her gardening in her yard, catching a glimpse of her tits down her blouse as she bent over. She would sit up to say hello and I would notice her stiff nipples stabbing through her shirt. I snapped back to the present and refocused my attention on her nightly custom.

My loins tingled as I watched her sit down at her vanity. In my mind, my face replaced her vanity stool. I could feel her hot pussy against my mouth and chin. My nose filled with her scent. My member stirred. It always happened this way. I watched. She undressed. I hardened. She slipped into bed and turned out the light, my signal to stroke, continuing the fantasy. Over the last year it was the same every night, both of us with our rituals.

I snapped out of my haze and redirected my attention to her. She was done brushing her hair. She removed her dark red lipstick and thick mascara. She stood up, reached around her back, and unhooked her bra. She tossed it on the vanity chair as she kicked off her pumps. Even indoors she always wore sky-high stilettos. She sat on her bed and unhooked her stockings, slowly pulling them off. She stood and gently hung the stockings over her bra. I saw her long, darkly polished fingernails fumbling with the zipper on the side of her girdle. She finally managed to unzip it and free her ample hips from the tight girdle.

I unzipped my pants and slid my hand inside the front of them. Even from afar I could see her nipples were hard. She must keep her bedroom cool at night. She put her girdle with the rest of her things. Then, she broke her routine.

She always visited her bathroom between undressing and getting into bed. Tonight she moved toward the phone on her bedside table instead. She lifted the receiver. I watched her breasts jiggle as she dialed a phone number. The phone blasted in my ear.

Had she dialed my house? Why would she be calling my parents at this hour? Had she seen me watching? Should I answer or let my parents pick up? My mind raced. My folks were asleep. They'd be angry if woken up at this hour. Mechanically, my hand reached for the phone on my desk. "Hello?" It was her voice, "John?" I stuttered in response, "This is he." I heard her shriek, "Listen you little pervert, don’t you think I see you peeping at me?"

My throat closed. My mouth became so dry I couldn't part my lips. I tried to reply, but she beat me to it. "Get over here immediately young man; no ifs, ands, or buts." I couldn't talk. "Did you hear me, John? I said immediately!" She hung up.

I looked out the curtains again, but her room was dark. I was sweating feverishly. Could I deny spying on her? Would my parents believe me? Should I go next door as ordered? My stomach flip-flopped and I felt dizzy. Any punishment my parents threw at me would pale in comparison to the embarrassment of being caught. I feared being branded the neighborhood pervert.

It seemed an eternity passed before the phone rang again. I picked it up before the second ring. She yelled, "Now!" The phone clicked. I had no choice. I knew my goose was cooked. I zipped up my jeans and headed next door.

I walked the last few yards up her walkway with rubbery legs. I thought they were going to give out from under me. I reached to ring the doorbell, but before I hit the buzzer the door swung open. She was standing before me completely naked. I stood in awe of her curvaceous body; one I had seen hundreds of times before, but never this closely and never knowing she knew I was looking. She snapped, “Get in here, Mister.” I barely stepped inside when she grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me through the door.

“Look, John, I don’t know who you think you are, but peeping on a female is downright wrong! How long have you been up to no good? What do you think your parents would do if I told them what I caught you doing? Why are you looking at me in the first place?” I just stared. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but she demanded an answer. “I saw you by accident the first time. It made me so excited. You’re so sexy. After that, I couldn’t help myself.” “How long have you been watching me?” she asked. I stuttered, “About a year, Mrs. Ryder.” “You’ve been watching me for a year? You’re nothing but a sick pervert. You are going to be punished for this, young man. You just turned 18. That means you’ll be tried as an adult. You won’t get off easily like a juvenile. Do you think they’ll let you into that fancy college this fall after catching wind of your criminal record?” I felt sick. I had to do something. Suddenly, I was aware of her nakedness. I wondered why she hadn’t put on a robe. “Sit down,” she demanded, pointing at the sofa.

I stumbled toward the sofa, my legs still weak and rubbery. I plunked down into the plush sectional. She towered over me, her hands on her hips. She lectured, “Young man, the more I think about this, the more I realize you’re at an age where you should be expressing those pent up hormones with a girlfriend, not peeking in on your mother’s best friend, your own neighbor. Don’t you and your girlfriend have relations? Doesn’t she take care of your needs?” “No, ma’am, she believes in waiting until we’re married, after college,” I said. Mrs. Ryder remained silent.

I imagined she was stewing inside, growing madder by the moment. Suddenly, her demeanor softened and she took her hands from her hips and crossed her arms under her breasts. “Well,” she said, “it appears I have a virgin on my hands. Are you a virgin, John?” My face flushed hot and I started feeling dizzy again. “Yes ma’am,” I stammered. “Oh, my goodness,” she cooed. “You ARE a virgin. No wonder you’ve been driven to perversion. You’re a man of eighteen. A man should be schooled in the ways of the flesh,” her voice was velvet. She moved toward me.

“You know, John, Mr. Ryder travels so often for his job that I’m here alone for weeks at a time. I have plenty of time and opportunity to school you in the ways of the flesh. You could come over after school. I could tutor you in the ways of love. I have books and movies.” A wicked grin spread across her face and she breathed an evil chuckle. Her eyes locked with mine and I saw they were grey, not quite blue, more a smoky grey, with dark navy rings around their outer edges. Her sadistic smirk widened and she put her arms at her side. I could hear my heartbeat throbbing in my ears.

She lowered her throaty voice and said, “Of course, books and movies aren’t everything.” I swallowed. It took forever for that gulp to reach my belly. My heart beat faster. She lowered herself next to me on the sofa without removing her knowing stare. Her stiff nipples brushed against my arm, raising goose bumps along my spine. I pretended not to notice. “Did you like the way that felt?” she teased. I tried to answer, but her lips locked with mine before I could move them.

Her tongue found its way inside my mouth. My cock leapt to attention. Her hand was on my knee quickly working its way up my thigh and onto my crotch. This was happening so quickly. The only thing I could think of was that it was happening too quickly for me to know if it was real or not. Her hot breath in my ear told me it was real. She was humming so low it was barely audible. Her hand was working my dick through my jeans. She gripped it tightly and rubbed it slowly, pressing down as she worked her way along the shaft. My cock strained through my pants.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, so you and I are on a level playing field,” she said.
She removed my belt and pulled my shirt over my head. Her hands moved over my chest. My girlfriend’s hands never touched me like that. My girlfriend pawed at me. Mrs. Ryder felt me. Her body radiated warmth as she explored my chest. Electric currents passed through me as she neared. The force of her desire pushed me deeper into the soft couch. My prick was stiffer than it ever had been before. This was a new sensation, a tightening of my balls like I had never felt. My asshole clenched as her fingernails traced my nipples.

She bent forward and licked my nipples. Shivers went through my body. The goose bumps returned. She mouthed my nipples, sucking them, pulling them into her mouth where her teeth nibbled at them. I moaned and squirmed. Never before had I felt a mouth on my nipples.

She looked up at me with those sparkling, grey eyes. “Now, John, we’re going to make a deal. I won’t tell your parents what I caught you doing if you promise not to tell them about my training program. I’m only doing this for your own good, so you’ll stop peeking at me. I figure, if I can satisfy your curiosity and manly needs, I can get ready for bed in peace without having to worry that you’re staring at me through your curtains doing goodness knows what to yourself.” Her smirk returned and she added, “And, of course, it'll be nice to take care of my womanly needs in the process. You’d be willing to do that, John. Wouldn’t you?” Her smile broadened. I nervously replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

She kept my nipple in her mouth as she reached down to loosen my pants. Adeptly, she pulled them down with one hand while maintaining her suction on my nipple. My pants were around my ankles. Instinctively, I shook them off my feet. Her hand found my package. My girlfriend never went that far. Mrs. Ryder’s hands were the first foreign hands on my meat. Her touch was making my cock head ooze. Her fingers moved to her mouth and she brazenly displayed her naughtiness by overtly licking my pre-cum off her fingers in an exaggerated manner. I trembled at the site.

I never had a woman direct the action like this before. What little my girlfriend and I had done was at my insistence. It was nice being at Mrs. Ryder’s mercy. It was exciting. My cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. I ran out of my house barefoot, so we were both completely nude now. Her body was fully against mine. I quivered, feeling her heat, her lust. She moved up my body until her lips were against mine. Her tongue expertly probed my mouth and intertwined with my tongue. She led my tongue around the inside of her mouth, circling my lips with the tip of her tongue, pushing inside my mouth forcefully when I tried to resist. Her hand was deftly working my cock, teasing it, keeping me on the edge, backing off intuitively whenever I neared orgasm.

I was afraid to do anything other than occasionally resist her advances in a feeble attempt at modesty. She reached for my right hand and pulled it toward her, landing it on her tit. Shocked, I held it there for a moment. She moved her mouth to my ear and, in a breathy whisper, commanded, “Play with it. Tease my nipple with your fingertips.” My hand shook as I began rubbing her boob, playing with her nipple. She grasped my hand and moved it with her own to show me what she wanted, what she liked. My cock oozed as she whispered her desires in my ear. She told me how she wanted me to touch her there, on the breasts I spent the last year watching and dreaming about, with the nipples I admired for so long. I moved my hand as she instructed. Her nipples stiffened under my touch and she groaned.

“John, there are many things I’m going to teach you over the next few months, until you leave for college. You’re going to be sent off to school with skills few men your age possess. With those skills you’ll be able to please any woman. You’ll be the most popular stud on campus. You have the looks to get the girls. I’m going to develop in you the ability to make those girls quake in your arms until they’ll gladly give you what you want. Now, touch me down there. Feel my wetness. I am moist with desire, the desire to make you a man, to take your virginity.” My cock strained harder. I could feel the wetness from my cock head dripping down my balls. I had never been this turned on before. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her lap. “Kiss it,” she said. I complied. I kissed that beautiful bush of hers. Her hair was soft and scented with her feminine fragrance. I wanted to please her. She told me to kneel on the floor in front of her. She grabbed my hair again and buried my face in her muff. “Lick it. Do it right and you’ll be rewarded. Do it wrong and I’ll kick you out.” I eagerly pressed my tongue into her gash. “Up and down, in a steady rhythm, don’t break the rhythm, even if it feels like your tongue is going to cramp. Do it until I get off. Right there and a little faster. That’s right, just like that. Don’t stop until I tell you to, even when I cum.” I did as she instructed. I licked until my tongue was numb. Suddenly, I felt her legs shake and she started thrusting her pussy against my face. I keep the steady rhythm she had ordered.

She bucked against me, panting, and screaming her orgasm. I didn’t stop. She came in wave after wave, yelling louder each time, pulling my hair until it hurt. Her shaking subsided and her screams turned into soft moans. She quietly laughed and told me I was a good boy. I looked down at her floor and noticed a puddle of my pre-cum floating on the carpet. I looked up and noticed her “carpet” was soaked with her juices. Her pubes glistened in the dim light. She told me to stand up and walk upstairs.

I climbed her stairs weak in the knees, my legs shaking from holding their bent position for so long. They tingled from pins and needles as the climb forced blood into them. As I neared the top of the stairs, she shouted behind me, “Turn right, second door on the left.” I opened the door to the familiar bedroom.

She was behind me, pushing me inside. I felt her huge tits against my back. “Go to the bed and lay down on your back,” she ordered. I did as she commanded. She stood at the end of the bed, towering over me again. Her hands were back on her hips. “It’s about time I popped your cherry,” she laughed. She came at me, her huge breasts swaying as she centered herself over my cock. She lowered herself onto me, her sopping wet cunt slid easily down my rock hard member.

She slowly ground on my Johnson, teasing me before she started bouncing up and down with a slow cadence. “If you come before I’m ready, our deal is off. Think about that before you give in to your urges.” I wanted to cum so badly. Every fiber of my being wanted to release, but the fear of her wrath kept me from prematurely blowing my wad. I held on, yearning for her to give me permission to unload inside her. I tried to think of things to take my thoughts off the mind-blowing sensations coursing through my cock. It seemed like forever before I heard her say, “Now, John, cum with me, cum with me!” I unloaded inside her. I came harder than I ever had at my own hand. It felt like I came forever. She was throwing her head back and forth, slapping her hands against my chest, and screaming her groans. I felt her cool down on top of me, her grinding slowing as time passed.

She pulled off me. My cum oozed out of her cunt and onto my groin. She slid next to me, sliding her wet pussy against my legs as she moved into position beside me. She tongued at my neck and ears, telling me that I was a good boy, asking me if it felt good for me, because it felt really good for her. She called me her boy toy and giggled wickedly. I felt uncomfortable, but aroused. My newly deflowered dick twitched and pulsed with fresh blood. It was hard again in seconds.

She smiled and put her mouth against my ear. She breathed into it, saying, “Johnny, I’m going to put my mouth on it. I’m going to give you a blow job, fellatio, head, Johnny. Do you know what head is?” I nodded. She moved between my legs and used her hands to spread them wide. She lay on her belly and leaned up. She engulfed my cock with her mouth. She didn’t use her hands. She just slid my dick down her gullet. I felt it hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was warm and wet.

She pumped her hot mouth up and down my cock. She licked and teased it. Her tongue bathed my balls with her saliva. She licked the underside of my nuts down to my asshole, which clenched at the sensation of her tongue flicking so close to it. She added her hands into the mix and pleasured every inch of my cock and balls. She knew exactly how to keep me on the edge, backing off when she sensed I was close to ejaculating. She tickled the outside of my asshole with her sharp fingernail. She took me deep down her throat. I wondered how she controlled her gag reflex. She sucked and sucked, groaning louder with every pass. My body tensed with excitement. My toes curled. It was so intense I held my breath. I had to cum.

She must have sensed my urgency, because she quipped, “I’ll let you cum when I think you’re ready. Your first orgasm by head should be special. I’m going to tease you a little more to intensify your orgasm. I want you to be aware of the intensity. When I think you’re ready, I’ll squeeze your hand. I’m doing it that way, so I don’t have to take my mouth off your cock to talk. When you feel my grasp, you may release. Do not pull your dick out of my mouth. I want it all. I am going to swallow your cum load.” Her statements were so matter of fact, so clinical. I didn’t know if I could hold on. I was going to lose it.

I held my breath and felt her hand grab mine. I let go. My jizz gushed down her throat. My cock was like a fire hose, ejaculating convulsively. Her ferocious sucking softened. She knew when to slow down her pace and where to avoid licking. I couldn’t believe I was still shuddering out cum squirts. She greedily swallowed every drop I gave her. It was hotter than I ever imagined a blow job would be.

Finally, she pulled her mouth from my prick. She looked me in the eye and said, “This was the first of your lessons. There are many more to come. I shall summon you when I wish to teach you. You will not hesitate to come to me. Now, get dressed, go home, and get some sleep. You need your rest for tomorrow night. Mr. Ryder is gone until Monday and we have a lot of work to do.”


Anonymous said...

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AGNJoe said...

By far, Ihonestly came not once, but TWICE reading that piece of material. You are an exceptional and talented writer, with a fantastic grasp of imagination.

Anonymous said...

Oh, my. I do love a woman who wears a girdle and nylons. Very hot. Guess that we will have to act this one out.


Anonymous said...

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