As I studied them, my hand unconsciously dropped downward over an erected cock which was fairly bristling with fury. And, unable to resist the urge, I jacked myself off with rapid strokes. As orgasm took place several jets of milky fluid sppurted outward. My testicles were secreting semen and I now constituted a first class risk to damsels of twelve and upward who were indiscreet enough to let me squirt that hot starchy looking stuff between their legs. When the last drop had been squeezed out, I sighed, hid the pictures under my mattress, and turned out the light.
I wanted a mature woman, one who had hair around her cunt and big breasts and I wanted her with all the ardor of my being. But there was no woman I dared approach. Then, as unexpectedly as golden haired little Flora had entered my life, Fortune led me, or I might say, actually shoved me, right into circumstances which culminated in the fulfilment of my ambition.
Among my acquaintances was a boy by the name of Gerald. Having interests in common we formed a species of alliance although he was somewhat younger than I. He invited me to his home and thus I came to meet his mother. One look and I was head over heeds in love. She was everything imaginable in feminine pulchritude.
Around thirty but still conserving a youthful beauty which might well have been the envy of women much younger, small and petit of figure, a pair of bubbies which projected her blouse out in front in the most amazing manner, she fairly made my mouth water. I could hardly take my eyes off of her during the time I was in the house. She was a widow, Gerald's father having died years previously. Evidently she had married at a very tender age. It was apparent that Gerald was the pride of her life, and any of Gerald's friends were treated with royal consideration. My visits became frequent, and I was invariably regaled with cake, mince pie, plum pudding or other gastric delicacy. But it wasn't the cake, or the- pie, or the pudding which drew me. I came to look, and long, and siglu Presumably my passion was unsuspected, but at times she seemed to be eyeing me with a quizzical, understanding expression on her face.
One afternoon Gerald and I decided to entertain ourselves by making and flying a pair of kites. We secured paper, twine, sticks, and other essentials. While engaged in this for once eiu tirely innocent occupation, Gerald's mother brought us two big glasses of lemonade, and some chocolate cake. She was going to town, she said, and was serving us this luncheon so we wouldn't get hungry meanwhile.
Gerald and I finished our kites, and carried them to the square six blocks distant. He soon had his floating in the sky, but mine, solicitously guided by the finger of Destiny, tried to argue the right of way with an electric light wire and before I could extricate it was badly damaged. Repairs necessitated both paper and paste, so while Gerald remained, I returned with the in-* tention of getting these essentials from his mother. When I reached the house I ascended the front steps, and rang the bell. There was no response. As I waited, I suddenly remembered that she had, presumably, gone to town. In a tentative way, I tried the door and found somewhat to my surprise that it was unlocked. Knowing exactly where to find the things I desired, I opened the door and walked in. Prom the parlor a hall led to the kitchen and in this direction I turned my steps. I was exactly half way thru this long hall, when the door to the bath room, just ahead of me, swung open and Gerald's mother stepped out into the hall, fresh from the tub and strip, stark naked except for her hose and slippers.
It would have been difficult to say which of us was the most astounded. We both froze in our tracks gazing at each other wordless with surprise. I opened my mouth to make some explanation, but a correct formula of apology to offer a lady under such circumstances was beyond me and I closed it again without having uttered a word. There seemed to be a haze in the air which partially obscured my sight through it I perceived a black triangle which gradually resolved into a glossy silky profusion of tight little Tinglets of hair, sharply outlined against a background of snowy whiteness. As this became fixed on my consciousness, something down in the front of my trousers began to hoist itsef upward. A low, strained voice broke the spelclass="underline"
"Where is Gerald?"
Mechanically the answer fell from my lips.
"He's down at Wellington Square with his kite."
The expansion in the front of my trousers had reached its maximum, causing a tent shaped projection outward. I was still gazing thru a sort of cloud, but it seemed to me that she was smiling faintly. The next thing I knew she was standing close in front of me, and had placed one of her, hands on my shoulder. The other slipped down inside the waist band of my trousers. A bit of fumbling with underclothing and soft cool fingers closed around my cock. They remained there for a moment and were withdrawn. I felt them tugging at the buttons in the front of my pants.
One, two, three, four little tugs, and like a
jack-in-the-box released at the touch of a spring, my cock jumped out into the light of day as the clothing which had imprisoned it was loosened. Again soft fingers encircled it and with a forward movement of her hand the scarlet plum shaped head was exposed to view. The hand receded and; it disappeared from view within its protecting shield. The movements were repeated a few times, sending little electric thrills chasing up and down my spina And then a soft voice murmured in my ear:
"You've been hanging around here with this thing sticking up under your pants to tempt me for the last three months. Can you keep a secret ?
I nodded my head affirmatively. ' , "Well then run and slide the bolt on the front door before someone else comes walking in!"
My heart was pounding with excitement as I ran to obey. When I returned, she opened the door to her bedroom, and motioned for me to enter.
"Take off your clothes!"
I was still flushed with emotion, but I was recovering my composure, and as I stripped off my clothing, my eyes were devouring the delectable spectacle of her nudity. Pretty as she was dressed, she was a hundred times prettier naked. How different she looked from those flat chested little girls with their small bottoms* their
bodies, except in one single detail, little different from those of boys! Her full round hips, her narrow waist, her maturely symmetrical legs and thighs, her breasts so big and white, with their luscious carmine nipples. Even as I looked, those luscious strawberry-like tips seemed to be changing in form. They were puffing out, taking on a deeper hue, projecting themselves forward seductively.
And, charm of charms, that fascinating profusion of dark ringlets of hair which formed as true and perfect a triangle at the base of her stomach as though drawn by rule and pen. Plainly visible under the inverted point of the triangle, could be seen the clean-cut incision of her sex as it curved gracefully inward between white, round thighs. Observing my trembling excitation and wide-eyed wonder, she broke into laughter, and throwing her arms about me began to kiss me, exclaiming:
"Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before, darling ?"
"Yes.. .1.. .that is.. .girls…." I answered, my voice trailing off in confusion.
"Girls?" she prompted, "What girls?" "Why., .ah.. .lots of them, girls in school!" "School girls?" she repeated, in surprise, "What do you mean, darling? Girls don't take off their clothes at school, do they?"
"No, no! After school I mean, in the park,
"You surely don't mean they take off their clothes in places where boys can see them naked, do you?"
"Yes, m'am."
"Girls how old?"