Memories of Becoming a Man

Twenty-five years ago I was 18 and a Senior in high school. I had already signed up for enlistment into the US Air Force. And I was scheduled to ship to basic training in June shortly after graduation. Two months to go. I couldn't wait.

I was so focused on my future, I had lost sight of my school work. Which was why I was still at school after the last bell on that Friday.

Mrs. L told me earlier in the week I needed to improve my grades. She had already told my mother about me slacking in class. My mom also heard the same from other teachers. Didn't help that my mom knew all of my teachers... she worked in the school office.

Back to my grades, suffice it to say my mom gave me an earful. I can still remember just how pissed she was. She had thought I was ruining my future before it had even started.

Anyway, I decided to listen to my mom for once and do something about my grades. I wanted to seem proactive so I went to Mrs. L's class after school to ask for extra credit work. It was a last second decision.

As I approached her classroom door which was closed, I looked through the narrow window in the door before I thought about opening it. I saw Mr. Huff sitting on the far edge of the desk facing away from me as if he was gazing out the window.

The lights in the room were out. The only light was coming from the windows where Mr. Huff was facing but it happened to be a cloudy day. So not much light. I immediately wondered where Mrs. L was. I began to turn away thinking nothing of it. Until... I heard a groaning sound. When I looked back into the room, Mr. Huff's head jerked upward grunting as he did. His hands reached out in front of him. I heard some muffled noises but nothing too distinct. However, they sounded more feminine.

To my surprise, Mrs. L stood up from in front of Mr. Huff as he slid off the desk and adjusted his zipper. She was wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. He pulled her to him as they kissed passionately. Mr. Huff's hand was grabbing and squeezing her ass.

My heart was racing. A million thoughts were flying through my mind. My mom and Mrs. L were good friends. We were neighbors just a couple houses down from each other. Mrs. L's husband, Carl, was a role model to me. I respected the hell out of him. Their son, Daron, was a few years younger than me but we grew up together and were friends. My head was spinning.

I knew what I had witnessed. Mrs. L just gave the Assistant Principal a blowjob. I couldn't believe it. I was dumbfounded. My mind started to second guess what I saw or what I thought I saw.

At the same time, I realized my dick was rock hard. Literally, hard as stone. And of course, Mr. Huff turned at that moment and was heading towards the door. I had no time to make it to the end of the hallway. I just reacted and jumped in the closest locker. I had done this trick before, barely squeezing in, to play pranks on friends. And yes, our lockers were the taller variety. I had to squat down and twist myself to get all the way in.

However, this time I had an issue. When I went to quietly close the locker, my cock was in the way. It kept me from turning my hips enough to close the door. The way I squeezed in only allowed me to turn one way which was where my cock was pressed against the side of the locker. I was wearing athletic shorts that didn't hold it back. I couldn't budge it. It was like a pillar of cement. So, I held the door as close to closed as possible... but my hands were shaking.

I could kind of see through the vent-like slots in the locker door as Mr. Huff stood partially in the hallway facing Mrs. L's classroom. Mrs. L must have been standing in the doorway, but I couldn't see her. Mr. Huff rested his hand against my slightly ajar locker door. When he leaned against it, his weight pushed it more closed. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the door did not latch. However, his weight pressed the door against me causing a sharp pain in my awkwardly angled cock.

I could hear them speaking in hushed tones. As I listened intently, I tried to ignore the pain.

"When do you think I can see you again?" Mr. Huff asked Mrs. L.

"I'm not sure yet. My husband is supposed to go out of town next weekend. So, I will let you know. But Peter, you need to get going before somebody sees you," Mrs. L said.

"Okay, okay. I am going but before I do, I want to hear how much you like my dick in your mouth... and how much you love the taste of my cum."

I almost gagged while struggling to remain still just a few inches from them. Thinking about his cum in Mrs. L's mouth made me angry and sick. Somehow I remained quiet despite the queasy feeling in my stomach. Mrs. L and Mr. Huff said something else but I missed it due to my upset stomach and the painful bending of my cock.

Mr. Huff left and sounded like Mrs. L went back in her room. When Mr. Huff removed his weight from the door, it had slowly creaked open. After waiting a couple of minutes hoping no one noticed the door, I squeezed back out of the locker almost breaking my prick in the process. That was the first and last time I hid in a locker with a boner.

I was pissed. I had a crush on Mrs. L since I had hit puberty. She was sweet, kind, and a great mother. Plus, she was beautiful and sexy. It also didn't hurt that she liked showing off her cleavage. I had many dreams asleep and awake fantasizing about burying my face between her bountiful breasts. I couldn't help but reminisce about a memory while I rubbed my throbbing cock just outside Mrs. L's classroom.

We were out to eat at Carl's birthday dinner a couple of months prior and Mrs. L was wearing a dress with some luscious cleavage. I couldn't help but stare all night... at least, I was glancing every chance I could get without being noticed. I kept hoping one or both breasts would spontaneously pop out of her dress. At the time, I had a broken arm from skateboarding and I couldn't tie my shoes. Thankfully, one of my shoes came untied. Mrs. L noticed and kneeled down to tie them for me. My eyes were immediately drawn to her titillating treasures. From my angle, I was able to see all the way down in between her breasts. It was as if they were hanging freely. I felt like I could see the majority of each breast. Sadly, no nipple or areola was in view. But I still jerked off to that memory so many times after that night.

Back at school, I left forgetting all about extra schoolwork. By the time my mother got home, I had already jerked off thinking about what had happened and I really needed to release the aching pressure. My mom and Mrs. L had already spoken about having dinner at Mrs. L's house. They probably wanted to talk about my grades, but all I could think about was what I saw and heard that afternoon. I had no idea Mrs. L was capable of doing what I saw.

Later at dinner, conversations between Carl, Mrs. L, and my mother were of the typical variety. They primarily discussed their days at work. Not surprisingly, Mrs. L made no mention of Mr. Huff so I chimed in, "Mrs. L, I was going to go to your class today after school to ask for extra credit work but I didn't get the chance."

She had an interesting reaction, a tiny twitch of her face no one else would have noticed unless they knew what I knew.

"Oh, really. Well, you are always welcome to stop by. Remind me in class Monday and I will give you something." Mrs. L said while she brushed strands of her brown hair behind her ear and flashed the most beautiful smile ever. She took a drink of her wine and gracefully dabbed her seductively full lips with her napkin.

Watching her mouth made me think of her earlier naughtiness with Mr. Huff. Almost immediately, my hard-on came roaring back. The jeans I wore were too tight and my cock was aching. It was fighting for space where there was none. It felt like it was being bent like when I was stuck in the locker. I started to get nervous. I wondered - would my cock develop a permanent bend if this kept happening.

I couldn't stop staring at Mrs. L's mouth as she ate her food and drank more wine. She lifted a couple of french fries to her mouth. As usual, Mrs. L ate ranch dressing on her fries. Watching her lick the creamy ranch from the corner of her mouth, nearly made me explode. That's also the same time I was reminded of how hot her tongue was. I couldn't stop thinking about her naughty mouth and my mind lingered on her tongue. I was imagining it licking up and down my thick, hard shaft.

"Make sure you do whatever she tells you to do Mitch." My mother demanded me in front of everybody while simultaneously snapping me back to reality.

"Mrs. L, I will do whatever you want me to do." I said while rubbing my pulsating cock under the table. "Are you happy mom?" I said.

Later, Daron asked if I could spend the night so we could play some video games he rented. I was not going to object and neither did Carl or Mrs. L.

It was two a. m. and I couldn't sleep. My cock wouldn't let me. I got up quietly. I didn't want to wake Daron who had finally passed out a few minutes earlier. I made my way to the bathroom downstairs so I could jerk off in peace. Everyone's bedrooms were upstairs. Finally some time to myself, I had hoped. Thoughts of blowing my load were just too intense to do anything else.

In the bathroom just in my boxers, my shaft was proudly jousting through my fly. My hand was squeezing around my veiny rod, ready to stroke with Mrs. L's mouth and tits on my mind. I imagined I was sitting on Mrs. L's desk as she worshipped my cock on her knees.

Then, there was a noise which sounded like a fridge opening and jars being moved. Quietly, I cracked the door and peeked out. Illuminated by the dim stove light was a goddess. Mrs. L was making a sandwich. She was wearing some sort of silky negligee with a plunging neckline. Her cleavage was teasingly calling me. The surge of electricity that ran through my body was unexplainable.

She leaned over the kitchen island giggling as she ate her sandwich while she flipped through a magazine. With each giggle, her breasts jiggled. The freedom in which her titties swayed back and forth against the silky material made me believe she was braless. "Holy fuck", I mumbled to myself. I stroked my throbbing dick while staring at her dancing breasts. I was so hard it was aching again. My thoughts bounced around from her blowjob of Mr. Huff to imagining her breasts in my face back to her giving a blowjob but this time it was my cock.

While furiously rubbing, my eyes glazed over. Partly watching her in the kitchen and partly fantasizing about her mouth. As I furiously stroked, my hand slipped and smacked the door closed. Not only was I freaking out about possibly being heard, but my hand was hurting as well. I silently shook the pain out. I stopped all other movement despite my heart pounding. I even tried to stop breathing. My eyes clenched hoping she didn't hear.

A moment later, "Hello, is everything okay?" Mrs. L's voice whispered quietly through the door.

"I'm fine Mrs. L. I just couldn't sleep."

"Oh, Mitch. I didn't realize it was you. Are you hungry? You want a midnight snack? I could make you a sandwich."

Nervously, I responded. "Sure. That would be great." Not sure why I said that. I didn't want to go out there for fear she would see my erection. Plus, I was wearing nothing but my boxers. My pants which I mentioned were too tight were up in Daron's room. I didn't want any more unnatural bending to occur.

I waited a moment to come out since I wasn't sure of what to do. Plus, I was worried she knew what I was doing. But as soon as I heard her making noise in the kitchen, I quickly made my way to the island and sat at the stool hoping she wouldn't see my jousting stick bursting out of my fly. I couldn't cover it with my old school boxers I wore. The boxers didn't have enough stretch to them and my cock would not budge... once again.

Mrs. L turned towards me after I quickly hopped in the stool. Nipples continued to dance naughtily. "Mitch, are you okay? You have been acting strange all night."

After a few seconds of hemming and hawing, "No. I am not to be honest. And by the way, you have been acting strange as well."

With a curious look on her face she asked, "Do you want to talk about it? If you don't, I understand. And I know you know your mother is one of my dearest friends but you can talk to me. That is, if you feel comfortable." She was so reassuring... such a great mother... definitely my favorite teacher... for several reasons... some naughty... some nice.

"That's just it. It's something I don't want anyone to know about."

"Well, if it's that serious. I promise I won't tell your mom."

"I'm not sure I can talk about it. It's embarrassing."

"Oh... I think I understand. I could get Carl. If you would feel more comfortable talking to him."

"No!" I said a little too loud. "Sorry, didn't mean to raise my voice. I really can't tell him." I whispered loudly.

"Mitch, you are worrying me. Please talk to me."

Every time she spoke, her sexy breasts jiggled a little. Not staring at her was harder than my cock. My hands cupped my face in embarrassment. "Ok. First of all..." My hands and fingers slowly brushed through my hair as I spoke, "I have a massive crush on you. I think I might be in love with you." I looked down as I couldn't look her in the eyes. I could tell my face was turning red.

"Mitch... oh Mitch... it's okay. Crushes are natural." Mrs. L said as she moved around the island and placed her hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

Her perfume was intoxicating. Just being near her made my cock pulse. It also didn't help that her breast had brushed against my shoulder as she reassured me.

"Oh... umm... wow. I see... Mitch... wow..." She said as she looked down at my throbbing cock. I was trying to cover it with my hands but it was no use. "Erections are perfectly natural as well." She said as she moved back to the other side of the island. Her face and neck reddened.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe you just saw my... my dick." My face felt like it revealed more and more embarrassment.

"Mitch, don't be embarrassed. I have seen a penis before... and don't tell Carl but I've seen plenty." She laughed awkwardly trying to inject some levity. "Sorry, bad joke. Forget I said that..."

"You said erections are natural but for how long? It's been mostly rock hard since I saw you right after school."

Sounded like something got caught in her throat as she said, "What? What do you mean? You saw me right after school?" She squirmed nervously.

I slipped up. I hadn't planned to tell her but I couldn't contain it at that point. I already shared my feelings. It needed to be said. "Mrs. L, I am sorry but I saw you and Mr. Huff."

Her demeanor changed immediately. "What are you talking about?" She said defensively. Her arms crossed across her chest.

"Mrs. L... I saw you, you know, doing you know what to Mr. Huff after school... on your desk."

She raised her hand to her mouth and mumbled, "Oh, fuck... n-o... no... no." Her voice cracked. I never heard her curse before. She turned her back to me and began to whimper as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Her body trembled. Her negligee shifted and I could see a sliver of her curvy ass peeking out the bottom. I wondered if she was wearing panties.

Instinctually, I moved behind her to comfort her. My hands rested on her shoulders. "Mrs. L, I am sorry but I have to be honest I don't think I can keep this secret." That's when I realized my erect phallus was pressed into the side of her right ass cheek.

She turned to face me with tears on her cheeks. "Mitch, please you cannot tell Carl. Please, there must be something we can do. I will do anything, please."

After a few seconds of silence, "please Mitch don't tell my husband. Forget the extra credit. I will give you an 'A' in class. I will figure out how to get you an 'A' in every class... anything please." Tears dripped from her reddened eyes, "please don't tell him."

That's when it was crystal clear. I knew what I wanted. I wasn't proud of myself but my hormones were raging. What I wanted wasn't a better grade. I whispered to her, "I don't want an 'A'. There's a different letter I want. I want a 'B'."

Mrs. L looked at me confused. More tears welled up in her eyes.

I could barely get the words out I was so nervous, "I want a 'B' and a 'J'." My heart was pounding again. I couldn't believe what I just said to her... to my teacher.

An instant look of shock was on her face, "Mitch... no. What? Mitch, I can't do that... please... please Mitch now is not a time to joke around."

I shook my head letting her know I was serious. "Mrs. L, you can do it. You just did it for Mr. Huff. I promise I won't tell anyone but..."

"But what? You would tell Carl if I don't suck your dick? Mitch, this is crazy... and wrong."

I gave her a slight shrug and said, "I'm sorry."

After a moment of sobbing, she slowly dropped to her knees. My cock was harder than ever before in my life.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she looked up at me. "You swear to me you will never say a word." Her eyes mere inches from my engorged and thankfully still straight as an arrow cock.

I felt bad for her but I was so horny. My hormones were in control of me at that point. Her face was an inch from the tip of my dick. I reached down and put my hands on each side of her head. I wiped her tears off her cheeks with my thumbs and slowly pulled her face until my dick pressed against her plump luscious lips. My heart was pounding... still pounding hard from earlier.

She resisted by keeping her mouth clenched. The head of my cock slid up the side of her sexy nose as I told her, "I promise. I will never tell anyone what I know."

With that, she closed her eyes and slowly leaned her head back letting my dick slide down to her lips and enter her mouth. I pushed my hard shaft in until my dick pressed against the back of her soft, fleshy throat. I could hear her gagging, gasping for air.

When I released her head, she coughed and gagged. She whimpered as tears flowed down her cheeks. Her saliva drooled out of her mouth onto the floor. My cock was drenched with her spit. "Jesus... Mitch, your cock. It's huge."

As the minutes went by, she went from being passive to being angry. She kept saying to me, "Is this what you want?", over and over in between her deep throating my cock. She had one hand massaging my balls. Her other hand gently stroked the base of my cock while she was sucking hard. I could feel her sexy tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my head.

Her mouth was incredible. Not that I had any experience at the time but the feeling was indescribable. After a few more minutes, I couldn't hold out any longer. I thought I was going to fall down. My knees buckled as I exploded in her mouth without warning. I had masturbated many times up to that point in my life and I never felt anything like that before. It was my first blowjob after all.

My cum violently shot in her mouth... over and over. It didn't stop until she gagged again. Cum poured from her mouth down her chin and onto her chest. She was clearing her throat and coughing cum bubbles, "Fuck, that was a lot of cum." She said while she wiped her mouth with her forearm.

I wasn't done though and I stroked my cock a couple more times releasing a couple more spurts of cream which hit her cheek and laced across her nose. She flinched as my cum struck her face. And she gave me a look of annoyance, but said nothing as more tears began to stream.

As I said, I felt bad for her but I on the other hand felt amazing. Plus, the blood subsided from my cock relieving the aching pressure. I grabbed some paper towels for her so she could clean herself up. It was the least I could do.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I wound up sneaking back down to the bathroom to jerk off again before everyone woke up. All I could think about was how amazing Mrs. L's mouth felt on my cock. I wanted to feel that again.

The next morning everyone was getting ready for their activities. Mrs. L was glaring at me in between being an attentive mother and wife. Carl gave Mrs. L a kiss before she left to go grocery shopping. I couldn't help but smirk knowing my cum was in her mouth and all over her face just a few hours earlier.

After she left, I quickly went home and showered. I got ready and bolted out the door. My car was a piece of junk but I made it to work in record time. When I got to the parking lot, I scanned around finding what I had hoped to find. The car I wanted to see was there.

After arriving, my manager, Bart, stopped me. He asked why I was an hour early for my shift. I just told him I must have made a mistake writing my schedule down. Thankfully, he let me clock in early. I made my rounds until I found Mrs. L in the bakery looking at loaves of bread. She picked a loaf and put it in her cart. She then grabbed her purse and left her cart off to the side as she headed to the restroom.

I thought this was an opportunity to be seized. I stopped outside the door and took a few deep breaths. I was so fucking nervous but I had to go in... hopefully nobody else was in there.

I quietly entered and locked the door. She was standing at the sink and not paying attention.

She looked up and saw me in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked frantically. "This is the women's bathroom!"

"I want to talk," I said as I moved closer to her. Heart was pounding.

Now facing me she said, "Mitch, there is nothing more to talk about. We already did that last night." Tears began to drip from her eyes. She turned to check her mascara in the mirror. "Damnit. See what you are doing to me."

With her back to me, I moved up against her. My cock was jammed against her ass right in the crack. Before she could react, I brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck passionately. I wanted to give her a hickey. My left hand was on the left side of her head entangled in her hair and my right hand slid down to her right hip.

"Oh my gosh...," she whispered. Her eyes were closed. She then opened her eyes and looked at me in the mirror. "Mitch. Stop. We can't do this. You can't. It's wrong. Please."

I ignored her pleas. My hands did what I had been dreaming about. They moved to her ample breasts. Even though she was wearing a bra and shirt, they still felt amazing. My mouth still explored and sucked on her neck. My nose was intoxicated with her perfume.

"Mitch, please don't do this." She continued to plead as she squirmed trying to get away but I didn't stop.

My right hand unbuttoned her pants and slid down under her waistband and into her bush. She pulled her hips back and grabbed my arm trying to keep me from getting to her pussy. Her movement just drove her ass harder against my throbbing cock. I thought I might cum right then and there.

Despite her efforts, my fingers discovered what they were looking for. My middle finger touched her clit. She was so wet. The juicy folds of her lips were so inviting. She squirmed. While trying to get away from me, she continued erratically thrusting her hips back into me. She was so occupied with stopping my hand she must not have realized her ass was rubbing up and down my cock.

"Mitch!" She said loudly through clenched teeth. Then for a brief second, her struggle against me subsided as my finger gently penetrated her. "Oh my gosh... Mitch... oh Mitch... fuck" Her tone seemed to change.

After a few fleeting seconds her fight returned, "please... please. I can't do this... please. Oh my gosh... ohhh fuuuck... Mitch. Mitch, please... please." She pleaded as my finger effortlessly slipped deeper and deeper.

"I want you so fucking bad." I whispered in her ear. She kept trying to move her hips back which drove her curvy ass harder and harder against me. Her ass felt so good. "Mrs. L don't stop..." Then, a bang on the bathroom door. I panicked and let Mrs. L go. She went to the door, unlocked it and left.

An elderly lady stood in the doorway. "What is going on? I got to piss."

"Nothing. The toilet wasn't working. I was trying to fix it." I told her as I left in a hurry.

Mrs. L's cart was still where she left it. When I got to the front, I looked out the windows and saw her jogging quickly towards her car. I watched her curvy ass as she moved. That's when I realized I had cum in my pants thanks to our bathroom rendezvous. Her ass cheeks did feel really fucking good.

As I gazed out the windows, her car left in a hurry. I knew I needed more of her. Her wet juices on my finger had dried but I could still taste her. And it was the first time I tasted a pussy.

After my shift ended, I went home and furiously jerked off thinking about my face and tongue between Mrs. L's legs. I wanted to eat her out properly. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wanted to make her cum. Earlier when she left the bathroom, just prior to walking out she had turned towards me briefly. She had a look on her face I could not describe. It was not anger or sadness... it was something else.

In class on Monday morning, she tried to not look in my direction. She ignored me when I raised my hand to ask a question.

After class, I waited until all the students left. I told her I wanted to speak after school when no one was around. I didn't want to keep threatening to tell Carl, but she left me no choice. She finally agreed... reluctantly.

I was nervous all day thinking about what I wanted to tell her or more like do to her. After school, I went to her classroom but she wasn't there. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little heartbroken. I made my way to the parking lot and her car was gone. "Fuck," I mumbled to myself. I headed to my car and drove to Mrs. L's house.

I knew Carl should still be at work and Daron was at the mall with his friends. I also knew where the spare key was to their back door. Daron had used it many times in my presence.

Quietly, I snuck in and listened for her. Nothing. I made my way upstairs staying as quiet as possible. Muffled sounds came from her bedroom. I had checked the garage when I arrived. She was home and Carl was not.

With my ear pressed to her bedroom door, I could hear noises. But I couldn't believe I was hearing what I thought I was. Ever so gently, I turned the doorknob and cracked it open just enough to peek in.

Mrs. L was lying on her back completely nude. Her legs spread open as she was thrusting a dildo in and out of her delicious pussy. She was moaning. "Please... please... oh my gosh... fuck me... that feels good... please... oh god... fuck yeah..." Her moaning became more intense as her body quivered in what appeared to be a very powerful orgasm.

She let go of the dildo which was still deep inside her. She rolled to her stomach. She rocked back and forth grinding hard on her toy. It looked like she might have been rubbing herself at the same time. Her face pressed into a pillow as she screamed. Her ass clenched firmly over and over. She was breathing hard gasping for air.

While watching her, I was rubbing my dick. The thought occurred to me to give her the real thing. Her breathing finally returned to normal. Lying facedown, she pulled the dildo from her wet cunt. I could see her creamy juices glistening in the light all over her used sex toy.

I opened the door all the way. My dick and balls were hanging over the elastic waistband of my shorts. She rolled over in surprise. I got a brief look at her perfect breasts, erect nipples, and oval shaped areolas. She quickly covered them with her arm. Her eyes lingered on my super stiff manhood. Her chest was breathing hard. She looked at me in the eyes. She was about to say something...

I stepped closer. She said my name softly, "Mitch... what do you think you are doing?" Her mouth was slightly open. Her chest and neck reddened. I moved closer and closer just inches from the woman I desired.

"Hello, where you at babe?!" Carl's voice echoed from downstairs.

Mrs. L's face went from one of radiant desire to complete terror. She pointed and mimed for me to get out.

Like a ninja, I moved quietly yet swiftly to the door. I thought I was a dead man walking. Carl's head was bobbing up the stairs at the end of the hallway. I frantically turned and signaled quietly to Mrs. L that Carl was near.

She pointed to the door behind me. I quickly moved in and closed it without a sound just as Carl entered the bedroom. It turned out I was in Mrs. L's closet. There were slats on the door which allowed me to peek into the room... like a voyeur.

During the commotion, Mrs. L put on her robe. She sat on the edge of the bed Carl approached and kissed her.

"What are you doing home so early?" She asked.

"Did I interrupt? Looks like you have been having some fun." Carl gestured to Mrs. L's large veiny dildo. "I have to work the night shift with the outage going on. I thought I told you. Anyway, I came home to get a bite to eat before I have to go back. But... there's only one thing I want to eat right now..."

I watched Carl drop to his knees. He buried his face between her legs just as I had fantasized about doing. She moaned in pleasure. His head moved up, down, and around. Mrs. L was looking towards her closet where I was hiding. After a few minutes, she groaned while announcing she was cumming. My dick stiffened even more watching her breasts bounce as she came on Carl's face.

Carl stood up. His back was towards me but I could tell he unzipped his pants. Mrs. L sucked his dick. Carl moaned. After a couple minutes, he pushed her back onto the bed and lifted her legs. He pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.

"Oh babe. Your pussy feels amazing." Carl sounded like he was feeling good. He was fucking her hard. Her legs were up in the air.

"Oh baby, yes... oh you are so good." Mrs. L was talking in a sexy voice as Carl grunted with each thrust.

Both of them were moaning. "Oh fuck!" Carl exclaimed as his thrusts were spastic. Clearly he came. "Damn honey... that was unexpected."

They kissed. "Sorry, but I need to hurry up," Carl said. "I'm going to grab a sandwich and eat on the way back." Carl pulled his pants up. When he did I saw his cock and realized how much bigger mine was. My confidence coursed through my body just thinking about it. And if Mrs. L liked his cock, how did she feel about mine... or rather how would she feel?

They said their good-byes. Carl finally made his way downstairs. As he rummaged in the fridge, Mrs. L sauntered towards the closet door... still wearing her robe... her breasts virtually uncovered. "When he leaves, you need to leave. Daron could be home any minute."

"Okay," it was all I could think to say. But I did not want to leave.

Her robe swayed as she turned and headed towards the bathroom. I heard Carl leave. His truck started and once it sounded like he was safely down the road, I stepped out of the closet and looked towards the bathroom. Quietly, I moved to the door. The shower was running. I checked the door knob. It was locked...

After a few minutes of wondering what I should do, the shower water shut off. Without thinking, I hid in Carl's closet. It was next to the bathroom. Not sure why I hid. After a few more minutes, she opened the bathroom door and walked back into the bedroom wearing her silky robe that was tied loosely.

She went to the bedroom door and yelled out, "Daron, are you home?" There was nothing but silence. Mrs. L turned and sat on her bed facing towards the closet doors. Mrs. L rubbed lotion up and down her legs keeping them crossed as she rubbed each one. Her robe hung loosely but the lapels clung to her nipples not allowing me to see.

It was dark in the closet and I stumbled over some shoes. Once again, I accidentally alerted her to my presence. She continued rubbing lotion into her thighs. She slowly looked up as her legs uncrossed. My dick was aching again. I could now see her trimmed bush peeking out between her legs.

"I thought I told you to leave." She whispered. Her hand was now between her legs feigning masturbating She slowly stood up and moved towards Carl's closet door.

The door opened slowly, "Why are you hiding?" My shirt was unbuttoned. My cock was still like a flag pole proudly hanging erect over my waistband.

Mrs. L grabbed my aching erection and pulled me out.

I was nervous. My mouth was dry. Before I knew it, her mouth was pressed against mine. Her lips sucked and kissed my lips. Her hand continued to gently pull and tug my shaft while at the same time she backed up towards the bed pulling me with her.

We spun around and she pushed me down on the bed onto my back. My shorts were quickly removed by Mrs. L. "I need to know how that big, beautiful cock of yours feels."

She climbed on top of me lowering herself onto my hard phallus. Her pussy was dripping wet. Despite that, her love canal was tight as it slid around my thick engorged head and shaft. As the head of my cock entered her warm moistness; she quivered, moaned, and grunted as every inch slid deeper. Before she could get the last couple of inches in, her body exploded in what seemed like an intense orgasm.

"Oh my god, oh my gosh," her breathing was fast and repetitive. "Fuck!", she spasmed then smiled as she slid the rest of the way down. "Holy cow, your cock feels amazing. It's so big."

I didn't really know what I was doing. I just stared at her gorgeous breasts as they were bouncing. She was rising up and down on my shaft rapidly.

"You want to touch them?" Mrs. L moaned.

I nodded. Her hands pulled my hands to her perfect breasts. They felt amazing. Her hands controlled mine, making me squeeze a handful of her breasts. She guided me to her nipples and told me to pinch them. Which immediately caused her to moan. After a minute, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to her left breast. Her erect nipple in my mouth was exhilarating. I sucked and kissed clumsily. We then leaned back to the bed and kissed passionately. Her hips continued grinding her tight pussy on me.

Despite not knowing what I was doing, I had seen plenty of pornographic movies. Plus, guys in school liked to talk. I knew I wanted to try doggy-style.

After a couple of minutes, she was on her knees on the edge of the bed. I stood behind her. Her ass was hypnotic. I couldn't believe I was getting to experience all of this. My hand guided my cock to her hole and I gently pushed to enter.

"Woah, wrong hole Mitch..." Mrs. L reached back between her legs and took my cock to guide it in the correct hole.

I slid in slowly letting my cock fill her juicy pussy. She quivered slightly. With my hands on her hips, I thrusted all the way out and then all the way back in. I started slowly building intensity with each thrust. Mrs. L was moaning and grunting loudly. I was gaining confidence.

"That feels so fucking good. Don't stop Mitch. Fuck me! Oh my gosh!"

Her tight pussy felt incredible. I was ready to explode. It took everything I had to hold back my orgasm. I wanted to last as long as possible.

That's when I noticed a shadow move behind me. Mrs. L's head turned back. She shrieked and yelled, "No! What the hell are..."

Everything went black. I felt my head throbbing before I realized anything else. It felt like a movie when someone regains consciousness. The noise around me seemed distant and it had an echo quality to it. I couldn't move or open my eyes. Mrs. L was screaming in fear.

"Peter, what did you do?" Noises were clearer with each passing second. It sounded like they were struggling with each other. "Please stop...", her voice strained. I heard movement but couldn't tell what was happening.

I forced my eyes open. My first thought was to get up, but my body wasn't responding. I struggled to get up. I felt light-headed. That's when I saw the blood on my hands after touching the back of my head.

When I looked towards the bed. Mr. Huff was sitting on top of Mrs. L. Her hips were bucking, trying to fight him off. He was choking her with all of his might. "How dare you!" He yelled. His hands were wrapped tightly around her neck.

I finally got to my feet, but Mr. Huff must have heard me. He turned and jumped off of Mrs. L like a cat. He slammed against me into the wall. His punches were furiously fast as several glanced across my face which I tried blocking or dodging but I was already weakened from what I assumed was a blow to the back of my head.

Mrs. L jumped on Mr. Huff 's back. She tried gouging his eyes but he flung her off and backhanded her. She fell back into the wall by her closet and looked to be in pain. Peter turned to Mrs. L, "You fucking whore!" he yelled.

Something was triggered in me. I exploded with rage and energy. Mr. Huff turned back towards me as I growled in anger. I drove forward plowing into him. I didn't stop. We crashed into the window. He went through first. We toppled over the small roof or ledge outside the second-story window. Everything was spinning. I frantically tried to grab onto something. My left hand and shoulder cried out in pain as I violently and luckily grabbed the gutter that was creaking from my weight as I precariously hung from it. At the same time, I heard a thud as Mr. Huff shrieked.

My grip was slipping. My hand felt wet. It may have been still covered in blood which was not helping my grip. Looking down to see where I was going to land, I saw Mr. Huff lying in a pool of blood on the ground. He was gargling and twitching slightly. I couldn't tell for sure but there was just enough light outside for me to see what looked like a large piece of glass protruding from his neck... right where I feared I would land. Despite my effort, I couldn't hold on any longer. My fingers slipped.

Next thing I remembered, I opened my eyes to a harsh light. Quickly, I realized I was in a hospital bed. My mother was calling for the doctor. More light was shone into my eyes. The doctor was telling me everything would be fine but it might take time for me to heal.

Later that day, Mrs. L visited. My mother had already told me what Mrs. L had said to her, the police, and to Carl. She informed everyone Mr. Huff had a huge crush on her. The unhealthy kind and she was afraid to tell anyone for fear of what he might do. She thought he must have snuck into the house before or after Mrs. L and Carl were intimate with each other. He attacked her after Carl left. Mrs. L assumed I had heard the commotion because she figured I was coming to see Daron... who wasn't home yet. I tried to stop Mr. Huff which led to the struggle and ultimately led to his death and my near death.

When I fell from the roof, my side landed on the glass protruding from Mr. Huff's neck. I punctured a lung and broke some ribs. My head took another bump on a retaining wall block which required quite a few stitches. My mom said, I had been unconscious for a couple of days. She also said my recruiter, Sgt Messer, stopped by earlier and said I was a hero. But my enlistment was on hold in part due to my injuries and in part due to the pending investigation. I felt proud for helping Mrs. L but I was depressed about my enlistment.

"So, despite everything how are you feeling?" Mrs. L asked me.

She had a bandage above her eye which was swollen and her arm was in a sling.

"A little confused... and concerned about the Air Force but okay other than that. Mom told me what you said happened. Is that all? Am I in trouble?"

"Mitch, don't worry. The police want to ask you some questions but it's all taken care of. Just stick to the story. And don't worry, I will go over it with you." She smiled at me. "Before I called the police, I was able to get your shorts back on you. And I tore your shirt and threw it out the window. I think it worked."

As she gazed into my eyes, her hand slid under my hospital gown and found what she was looking for. With a smirk she said, "Good news, that big bone between your legs appears to be fine." Her hand gently stroked my growing erection. "Mitch, you saved me. You risked your life for me. I promise, you will be rewarded for your heroism..." She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to finish what we started the other day?"

I nodded despite my head still aching, "Yes, very much."

"Good, 'cause I am going to make you cum so fucking hard..."