That’s how I know she was a natural blonde. That fluffy honey-colored bush was the first female pubic hair I ever saw. I nearly always had a constant boner when she was around, but this time I nearly shot a load into my pants. Seeing her naked body was the high point of my young life. She squealed and grabbed the towel, quickly covering herself up, but didn’t seem too upset by the whole incident. I, on the other hand, had to rush to the bathroom myself and furiously jerk off as soon as Gary got out. I probably pulled my pud 4 times that night thinking of her pubes and wondering what they were hiding.
For two years that sight was burned into my brain, and she continued to tease me with occasional glimpses of her body. Then, when I was 15, something happened that probably explains why I am such a horny pervert as a grown man. That Saturday night I was again over at Gary’s. We had just watched some sleazy teenage sex comedy on HBO (another reason I liked staying at Gary’s–I could watch R-rated movies) and had finally turned in for the night. Gary was snoring away, keeping me awake as much as my hard-on was, when his mom came in from her latest bar crawl.
She was completely plastered, and was singing to herself as she staggered up to her room. As per usual, she collapsed on her bed and was soon snoring even louder than Gary. I don’t know what came over me; it must have been my adolescent hormones, already in a frenzy from the movie. I started thinking about her body, and how beautiful it seemed during all those peeks I had been given over the years. And now she was just down the hall. Asleep. Passed out cold.
Trembling, I got out of bed, careful not to wake Gary. I crept down the hall and looked into her room. She was lying on her back, with the light still on. One arm was thrown over her head, pulling her silk blouse tight over one braless breast. Her skirt, fairly short to begin with, was hiked up to her crotch, and I gulped as I saw a tiny piece of black lace vainly trying to cover up that sweet blonde twat.
My heart was pounding and I was feeling dizzy as I built up my nerve. I started slow and trailed my fingers across her arm, thinking that if she woke up, I would say I had a headache and needed some aspirin. When she didn’t stir, I got bolder and ran my fingers over her breast. The nipple hardened under my touch, and I began to breathe heavily.
I slowly unbuttoned her top, until her naked B-cup tits were fully exposed. Her breasts were small and high, with large, tan nipples jutting out of big silver-dollar areolas. This was the first time I had ever gotten a good look at a pair of boobs, and I was mesmerized. I sat down on the bed and began stroking her tits, at first softly, then increasingly aggressively.
She was totally out and didn’t stir at all. Having one particular sex scene from the movie firmly in my head, I bent down and licked her left nipple. It was warm and a little salty with sweat. I had no experience with girls at this point, but instinct took over, and I was soon sucking away at her teat like a champion.
It had my boner raging, but seemed to calm my breathing down, at least. After a while I switched to the right side and gave it a workout as well. My shorts were now wet with the precum leaking out of my rigid cock, and after I had satisfied my lust for her tits I stood up and yanked them off, freeing the most painful hard-on of my young life. I stood there stroking my dick, appreciating her now glistening, puckered mounds, before my gaze wandered down to that hypnotic display of panty crotch.
I could probably have set off a bomb and not woken her, but I kept glancing at her face, convinced she was about to wake up and denounce me as a perverted little bastard. She just snored on, however, and I got a little bolder. I felt an unstoppable compulsion, and like Moses and the Red Sea, I parted her thighs and headed for the promised land.
I crawled up onto the bed between her legs, my sensitive dick head painfully dragging across the bedspread, and gently pressed my face against the gusset of her panties. I could feel the springy hairs under the thin fabric, and I inhaled deeply. Her fragrance was strong, a heady mix of female sweat, pheromones, and a salty, tangy odor that I had never experienced before. I was intoxicated. Running my lips over her fabric-covered mound, I felt her warm flesh just millimeters away from me, heat radiating off her like an oven.
Her scent was making my brain buzz and my heart pound. I needed more! With one hand on my cock, I brought the other up and, with trembling fingers, carefully pulled the lacy fabric to the side and revealed her cunt. A dense, untrimmed thicket of golden curls framed a pair of pouting, pink lips. They gaped slightly, and I saw a ridged pink tunnel, glistening with her juices, tucked up inside.
I wanted to plunge my cock in her to the hilt, but I was convinced that would certainly wake her up, so I had to satisfy myself with gently sliding in a finger. She was warm and wet and soft, and right then and there I decided that pussy was the greatest thing on earth. I have spent the last 17 years trying to recapture the intensity of that moment with plenty of other girls and women, but never have I equaled the strength of those feelings that Saturday night.
There I was with my finger buried in the sopping wet pussy of my best friend’s mom, someone whom I had been obsessed with for years! I was jerking my cock so hard the whole bed was shaking (which probably should have clued me in I could have gotten away with a lot more), and I watched those meaty lips gape as I pulled my finger out of her.
My finger was coated with a thick layer of female juice, and I brought up to my nose. It smelled like heaven, and I knew I had to taste her. I slipped the finger into my mouth, and the tangy, womanly flavor of her was finally more than my overtaxed libido could handle. I shot my load all over her bedspread, bucking like I was having a seizure.
After I finished gasping and spurting, I panicked, realizing what a mess I had made on her bed. Reluctantly I covered that beautiful pussy back up and did my best to re-button her blouse. I am not sure I even got the buttons to match up I was so shell-shocked. I grabbed some toilet paper and tried to mop up the ropes of white jizz I had sprayed everywhere. Some was even on her calf, and I carefully wiped it off while watching her face. She had stopped snoring, and I could almost convince myself she had a smile on her face, but that was probably my imagination. I staggered back to Gary’s room and collapsed into bed. I figured I would be up all night replaying that amazing scene in my head, but I was so exhausted I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next day I was in a daze, not sure if it really happened, but when I lifted my index finger to my nose, I could smell the telltale scent that let me know I had not been dreaming. Gary and his mom behaved completely normally, and seemed to be a bit confused at how clumsy and distracted I was, and how completely unable I was to look at Mrs. Bell for the remainder of the day.
I thought I might get a chance to repeat the performance next month, but it was just the next week Gary told me that he and his mom were moving to the next county, as she had gotten a promotion and would be managing a supermarket two towns over. I kept in touch with Gary for a little while, but high-schoolers aren’t known for responsibility, and I soon made new friends. I never saw Carol Bell again.
Until now.
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