by Alina Sawyer
Come to her for what? Alex walked away a little confused but with a growing suspicion. He hurried away to jerk off.
A horse-riding school was located on the perimeter of the city near where the Armstrong's lived. Sheryl was a keen rider and in the months before graduation had enrolled Alex to provide him with an activity and could help fill the long days through summer before he went off to college. Once Alex became proficient he was free to hire a horse to ride recreationally across country, a huge expanse of wasteland of swamps, small stands of woods and infertile ridges.
After the novelty of no more high school had worn off, Alex mowed lawns for neighbors for easy dollars. That had been arranged by his father to ensure Alex wasn't tempted to 'hang out with gangs' and waste away their youth by over-indulging in smoking, sex and laxness. That mention of sex almost tempted Alex to hang out but as it happened cross-country horse riding occupied his mind.
MRS CAMPBELL
Often when he was riding approaching a ridge, Alex would see one of his former schoolteachers, Iona Campbell, a Scottish immigrant, ride along the skyline displaying a magnificently straight back and with fluidity he would but marvel at. His mom alleged Alex slouched in the saddle and he'd been unbothered about that until the awesome sight of Mrs Campbell cantering along a ridge turned her into a role model for Alex.
One day he came across Mrs Campbell on the edge of woods, spelling her horse as the day was hot. She'd moved her helmet and jacket and had unbuttoned her white shirt obviously to allow cooler air to circulate.
Greeting him with an easy smile she said, "Hi Alex. I often see you watching me."
"Yeah. You ride with a magnificently straight back. Real professional like."
"Really?" Iona said, appearing really pleased. "My husband takes no interest in my riding."
"What about when you're in bed?"
God why had he said that? Alex thought alarmed. She was a teacher, not one of his giggly female fellow students. Er ex students.
To Alex's surprise Mrs Campbell laughed and said she must place a mirror in position so she could check that out. "Call me Iona dear. You are a young man now."
She patted the ground beside her.
Alex dismounted and tied the reins to a tree.
"The girth strap," she said.
He turned back and loosened by two notches the strap holding the saddle around the belly of the horse.
Sitting alongside her he said, "Wow it's hot today."
"Yes I'm sweating. Feel."
What?
Iona was holding up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her belly.
Some sort of madness, an obvious recipe for rejection, gripped Alex. He said not the belly; he'd rather test for sweat between her breasts.
She didn't hit him or splutter. She didn't speak. Iona simply undid the three lower buttons and opened her shirt widely. The tits were small but cute.
Alex the frontier explorer reached out a hand tentatively and felt the overly warm skin between her breasts and she said softly, "You have soft hands Alex."
Well he hadn't known that.
He started pulling his hand away but Iona grabbed it and placed his mitt over a little puppy.
"Jesus," he said in awe. "Your nipple is rising."
Now normally a guy would expect his ex-teacher to berate him for using the word 'Jesus' that way but Iona offered no reaction. Instead she asked, "Have you not had sex with a woman yet?"
"No simply because no likely babe has come on to me like that."
"Would you like to seduce me?"
Eh? Gee it was becoming very hot. He wiped his brow.
"Answer me Alex."
"You mean push it right up you?"
"Yes Alex. Contact with the saddle and the motion of riding always makes me feel sexy. I will be sopping. All you have to do is to push it in. I'll take care of you after that."
Huh? She would take care of him. What with a bullet through the head?
Iona saw his confusion. "I will lead. You won't know what to do will you?"
"Oh yeah. The guys reckon you just pump up and down."
"They would cut it back to barest mechanical detail, wouldn't they?"
Alex had no idea what she was on about.
Iona exposed a very hairy pussy, further confusing the youngster. His mom's was bald. He'd though all pussies would be the same.
"Let me see what you've got darling."
Alex fumbled.
"Omigod," Iona almost whimpered. "Just take it very slowly dear, very slowly."
Alex felt the head of his cock go through the tight opening and then appeared to go into free-fall, being coated with something that obviously wasn't bathwater. He then remembered a biology class with the red-faced teacher talking about natural lubrication while someone amid the disruptive group of guys at the back of the class called for her to give a live demonstration.
"Right Alex I'm squeezing against your cock now to provide the friction we need to really sensitize our organs. Start pumping as you call it but suck and nibble my nipples and when I heat up and begin writhing you are to start kissing me and don't be afraid when I start emitting what might appear to be death rattles. I'll be darting my tongue in and out of your mouth, like simulating sex, and you'll feel me desperately trying to ram a finger up your butt but don't worry, you'll not be harmed.
"But I thought we were only going to fuck?"
"This is fucking Alex but don't worry about thinking overly much. Some of these things are preprogrammed into you. Have you fucked your mom?"
"No," Alex puffed, beginning to pick up the pace.
"You should. She's one of the cutest moms around and is a little younger than me."
"How old are you Iona?"
"Thirty-eight."
"Christ you must be on your last legs for fucking at that age?"
"Oh darling," Iona said, squeezing tighter and making Alex yell to ease back. "You have so much to learn. Tomorrow we must meet here again. I would like to introduce you to anal."
"What's that?"
"Oh darling," cooed Mrs Campbell.
MRS WRIGHT
Alex was in the supermarket buying replacement light bulbs when someone called, "Oh hi Alex."
"Oh hi Mrs Wright."
She held out a cheek and said, "Kiss me darling."
Alex sucked and kissed her cheek and grabbed the nearest tit.
"Oh god not here Alex."
"Then where?"
"Home. Come to my home in half an hour," said one of his mother's best friends.
Alex went to the Wright home thirty minutes later thinking this was what a mother's friends were for. The door opened. Mrs Wright yanked him inside. The door was slammed shut. She appeared to be wearing nothing under her dressing gown and they stood facing each other, breathing heavily.
Looking very serious she said, "Promise to tell no one."
"I promise."
"Call me Helen," she said, slamming against him and sucking his tongue into her mouth.
Gee was she hot and red-faced. He undid the dressing gown and she was jerking her pussy at him, like simulating sex. Her pubic hair was a forest, reaching halfway up to her navel.
Awesome.
"Go down on me."
What?
She pushed him down by his shoulders and Alex bent over.
"Stop fooling around. On to your knees."
Alex obliged and Helen took him in to her forest by smoothing his face with her hair.
Where the hell was it? Something wet touched his tongue and Alex found a gully in the forest. He licked up above it but Helen pushed his head down a bit and yelled, "That's my clit. I'll attend to that later."
Tonguing deeply between the hairy lips Alex began lapping her juices. Not too bad. He was put off a bit by the odor of urine in her hair though and thought all women would be fucked more if they were hairless.
He found plenty of room for a finger.
"More fingers," she shouted, twisting her fingers into his
hair.
After she'd finished grunting into her release Helen laid beside him and pulled him on to her. She was big and fat and very strong. It would be dangerous fooling around with her so he did as she commanded.
Walking home afterwards Alex though despite his thickness he could recalling touching the sides of Helen's cunt but of course had felt the opening circle. He made a mental note to stay away from big women although if cornered there was always the butt to consider. He thought he wouldn't have managed to blast into Helen's depths if she hadn't tried to jam two fingers up his butt and had been chewing his ear.
MRS CHARLES
In this his inaugural year into fucking, Alex had already had sex with three of the wives on his lawn-mowing round. All had been disappointing in comparison with his first fuck, Iona Campbell. These other women seemed to lack focus and energy although they were willing participants. He was still fucking Iona once a fortnight and asked her about this.
"I'd think their approach to sex is mechanical, peppered with guilt because they are having it off with a much younger guy and are aware they are committing adultery. The other thing is no one has ever coached them to lift their game."
Very interesting.
Mrs Charles was the youngest woman on his lawn round, being in her mid-twenties. She'd married her professor and didn't have a job.
Whenever he mowed her patch shed be stretched out on the sun-loafer, head up, eyes behind her dark shades watching the lawnmower dude. The bitch never tipped him and never said anything but thanks when paying him. That made Alex dislike her.
One particularly hot day she was in a bikini with her tits almost bursting out of the top.
He said conversationally, "Would you like to fuck?"
"How dare you," she yelled and threw the ten bucks at him. It fluttered on to one of her feet and Alex noted one of his breasts had popped out.
She thrust the wayward tit back under cover and yelled, "Don't you ever come back here again you swine."
He grinned and said, "Does that mean I'm fired? You'll have to give a reason to your husband. It obviously can be due to unsatisfactory performance because the cut looks near perfect to me."
"Fuck off," she shouted.
Alex was out on the sidewalk mounting his dad's mower on to the hand trailer when Mrs Charles came out.
"Alex I apologize. Please continue mowing our lawn and let's forget you made that evil comment."
"Okay. Give me a call if you change your mind."
Something changed in Mrs Charles' mind that week because the next week when Alex went on to the porch for his money Mrs Charles wasn't there.
"I'm in the kitchen Alex."
Alex went into the kitchen where the lively Mrs Charles introduced him to table sex.
She was on her back on the table, nude, with her legs apart, and called, "Suck me Alex."
She was totally bald and smelt only of cunt juice.
Heavenly.
He licked and licked and she sighed and sighed until emitting a very long sigh and flooded against Alex's open mouth.
He stood up, chin dripping, and pulled down his shorts.
Mrs Charles looked at it and gurgled. Her legs opened wide and Alex went in and plowed her fearlessly and she held on to the sides of the table as she was taken into a screaming crescendo.
At the door she kissed him and said, "Thank you Alex" and handed him the ten bucks and a tip of $50.
"I haven't had anal since college Alex. Frank can't stomach the thought of it. Do me anally next week and you'll get a hundred bucks tip."
She had a cute ass and Alex would have gladly serviced it for no payment but $100 bucks to an upcoming freshman was icing on the cake.
MRS GARIBALDI
Alex was out running one morning before breakfast and caught up to a female and recognized it as his mom's most athletic friend, Lena Garibaldi.
"Hi."
"Good morning," she said, eyeing him fleetingly and then looking back and say, "Oh it's you Alex."
"Yeah. Give me a kiss."
"I could be a bit clammy."
Alex ignored that and kissed her, taking a moment to squeeze a breast.
"Feeling randy?" she laughed, as they resumed running.
"Yeah. And you?"
"I sometime look at you," she giggled. "I'm too old for you."
"Providing your cunt is still supple you won't be."
"That is disgusting," she said but didn't appear dismayed.
"I peel off here. Give me a call sometime when you feel randy."
She said, "That will be very unlikely."
"That word unlikely suggests I have a chance," he said, smacking her firm ass and he veered off to run the park circuit.
Mrs Garibaldi wasn't one of his mom's best-looking friends but she was big into tennis and had the trim body of a fitness freak. Alex who was beginning to know a bit about the sexuality of women but wasn't sure whether he'd score with Mrs Garibaldi. She seemed poised but not, he thought, quite prepared to do it with him.
He'd learned it appeared impossible to score with every woman. For instance he'd hit on five of his mom's friends and had scored with only Mrs Wright and Mrs Garibaldi remained with a question hanging over her. One of the stupid cows, Mrs Harrison, had complained to his mom about Alex's harassment.
Sheryl had confronted Alex about it.
"Gee mom, the stupid woman is fantasizing. I saw her in the pizza parlor and she appeared to want me to kiss her cheek. And um I must admit I was careless and my hand fell across one of her tits."
"How can your hand fall on that part of her? You were after a cheap thrill."
"No mom, honest. She kind of pulled me to her and there was no other place for my hand except to keep holding it in the air."
"Well what about this young man: she told me you all but propositioned her."
"What the hell are you talking about mom? I just apologized for touching her tit."
"You used the word tit?"
"Yeah of course. Doesn't everybody?"
"No they do not and you listen to me young man. Women want them called breasts and in fact most women don't want any guy to mention anything about them. They don't and never will want them to be called boobs and juggs and heaven forbid bazookas or milkers."
"Whoever do you know who'd use names like that?" Alex asked, really interested.
"Well you father sometimes when he's drunk. Now you just behave yourself around women, do you hear?"
"Yes mom," said Alex, walking off wondering if any guy other than his dad called his mom's tits milkers.
"Oh Alex."
"Yes mom."
"Please be careful around Lena Garibaldi. I've noticed the way she sometimes looks at you."
"What do you mean how she looks at me?"
"Never you mind darling. Oh you are obeying my warning not to look at porn on your laptop?"
"No mom."
"What?"
"It's everywhere you look mom. I even saw a bread ad the other day with the woman holding it had her tits almost hanging out."
"Breasts darling. She was just immodestly exposed that's all. That's not porn."
"Gee mom what's porn?"
"Never you mind."
"How can I not watch porn if I don't know what it is?"
"You'll know. When you watching something on screen and get an erection it's a sure bet you're watching porn."
Alex couldn't help himself. "I sometimes get a hard on just watching you mom."
"Alex, go out and sweep the yard!"
An hour later Alex answered the house phone.
He said hi.
"It's Lena. Meet me on the first hilltop on the northern end of the park circuit in thirty minutes from now."
"By the dead tree struck by lightning a few months ago?"
"That's it. Bye."
Sheryl came in with a basket of laundry. "Was that for me?"
"No wrong number."
"Well I've looked at the yard and I'm afraid it has
n't passed inspection. I want you..."
"Later mom. I'm off on a run."
"But you had a run earlier this morning?"
"I need to run off sexual energy mom. All this talk with you about tits has made me horny."
"Oh god. Off you go... and don't stop to speak to any women."
"Good advice mom. Thanks."
Leaving the room Alex looked back and saw his mom massaging her left breast. What was up with her?
* * *
Lena grabbed Alex and kissed him hungrily.
"Can you fuck standing up?"
"I have no idea. Will it stay in if we both stand?"
"It requires some skill. Here let me feel you. Oooh Alex, I expect no problem. Come off the track out of sight. I wish to keep my clothes on because there might be a slight chance of discovery out here but I have come without a bra."
"Do your juggs bounce when you run without a bra?"
"God hasn't your mother taught you how to speak to a woman about her breasts?"
"If she did it was so long ago I can't remember," said the young guy, who without any tuition was learning to lie well to women.
Lena leaned against a tree, pulled up her top over her breasts and then pulled up her skirt to present Alex with a nicely trimmed pussy.
"Kiss me and play with my breasts a bit Alex and then shove that big thing up me."
Although a fuck is a fuck without the injection of heavy emotion, this one between two virtual strangers was athletic, long and torrid and they both were left gasping after getting off big-time. Lena almost had Alex's eyes out on stalks as she squeezed on him to trigger his ejaculation and she felt as if her vagina had been bored to a new diameter.
She went home, exhausted and satisfied, still feeling the imprints of his teeth on her nipples and had invited him to spend next Friday night with her at the sleazy Riverbank Hotel.
CHAPTER 2
Alex spent long hours associating with females around his own age and fucked more than half of them, performing what he'd come to remember as his best summer harvest ever. When he didn't have sex lined up he'd call either Lena Garibaldi or Leonie Charles. Usually one would be able to meet him at a motel. Those two were his favorites, not because they both paid for the motel room and gave him $200 each time they were with him as a contribution towards his college social fund, but because they were simply the best of all the women he'd known carnally.