Uncle Willie was on the porch nursing a beer, his sun-ravaged 66-year-old face screwed up as light shafts of the setting sun drilled in under the eaves to bath us in a peachy glow.
I was just nineteen. In situations liked this we jawed about almost anything, though my jaw was mostly stilled. The conversation took a pause as we ripped open the tabs of our third can of beer.
"Expensive stuff is beer," observed my favorite uncle. "It's almost out of you before you've managed to detect its watery taste. Not like sex."
I shot a look at him: he'd said not like sex. That was one subject we'd never discussed.
"What's wrong young fellow; nothing I say really interests you but you suddenly look keen-eyed?"
"I'm always interested in your solutions to world conflicts, how to clean up politics and the quality and quantity of water supplies and why the Titanic sank and the impossibly true fact that aircraft stay up in the sky even though they are heavier than air."
"Good for you son – those observations will be key pointers in your education towards manhood."
"Talk to me about sex," I blurted.
He stroked his chin and belched rudely. I thought for a moment he was about to reject my invitation.
"What do you want to know about it – want me to name the parts, tell you how to do it or how to get your share? Speak up boy and don't look so fucking embarrassed."
"Females of my age are suddenly taking much greater interest in me sexually and just lately I've been in real demand. But how do I know if I getting my fair share – is there rule of thumb stuff I need to know?"
"Not really – your dick is a good guide. When it is not standing stiff with usual regularity you are pretty close to getting your share. Tell me want else you want to know?"
"Why isn't there real adventure in sex?"
Uncle Willie grinned. "You're a good kid with a fine mind, Ronnie and you do come up with some damn good questions. I'll rabbit on and you may see the funny side to sex according to Uncle Willie."
Willie (William) said he was sexually very active when he left high school aged eighteen - but only with girls of his age. "Some were breathless sweeties thinking they were in the jaws of depravity or the occasional real goer seeing if she could notch up 365 sexual liaisons in one year and the occasional wide-eyed acquaintance would invite me to take her cherry. They were good girls – and were mostly enthusiastic but they were girls, not women. I hungered for a real woman.
"A friend Danny was home in bed with a throat infection so I and my neighbor Gwen drove out in Gwen's mother's car to see our buddy. His parents were share-milkers on this farm – that means they received a weekly cash retainer and a share of the farmer's milk check when it arrived. It was a fair living with a free house, free milk and meat.
"Well, Danny was asleep so Mr Jones asked us if we'd like to go with him to help shift the electric fence for the herd when put into new pasture that evening. It was the flush of spring growth and they were strip feeding the cows so they didn't eat more than what was good for them and trample down good feed. I'd done that many times with Danny so I stayed behind and Gwen went off with Mr Jones excited and asking him all sorts of questions as she was a real town girl.
"I noticed Mrs Jones eying me several times and I wondered if she was trying to catch me looking at her tits – they were beauties.
"She said, 'I'm going over to the cowshed to put new batteries in the transistor radio. Want to come?'
"She stared at me, and I stared right back – I guess she would have been in her late thirties, Mr Jones being quite a bit older. I said I'd like to come, thinking I was saying yes, I'd like to cum and she was now really staring at me, licking her top tip.
"She fiddled with the radio case and asked me to hold it while she inserted the batteries. Mrs Jones was breathing rather heavily and I was standing very close to her. My arm accidentally brushed her breast and she leaned against it hard and asked, 'Would you like to see my tits, Willie?'
"I nodded dumbly. She closed the back of the radio and taking me hand led me to the barn next door. At one stage she grasped my dick and said "Good boy' before letting it go; it was as hard as steel.
"We heard noises down the end of the barn. She put a her finger to her lips and we crept down to investigate. We saw Mr Jones fucking Gwen and she was making loud noises and Mr Jones was trying to hush her. Mrs Jones and I left the barn and I thought my first time with a woman was lost.
"But Gwen is a virgin," I said, marveling at what I'd just seen. But Mrs Jones said, 'Not any more. Get your mouth round this pair,' she ordered, opening the front of her dress and hauling out her two beauties which I slurped around like crazy while she patted my head and groaned. Soon she shuddered then said, 'Come on, let's go' and I though we were going.
"But no, she lay face down over the small table and lifted up her skirt; she wasn't wearing knickers.
"Don't you want to see what I've got?" I said and she replied 'Later'.
So I unbuttoned my trousers and slid it up her. I'd previously only done it placing my girls flat on the ground. This was exciting. I didn't have to look for the target hole – it was hanging down, like a fat peach leaking juice. I fed it into her and she squealed with pleasure. It was slippery and pretty loose but lo, as I felt near to coming, she began squeezing me with her cunt like I've never been squeezed before. Oh boy, did I give her a full load.
"She came off the table and dropped to her knees, not bothering to quell my cum flow and her leaking juices. She began licking my cock and balls clean.
"We hear a noise and looked up, and there was Gwen looking at us, fully dressed."
"May I watch?"
Mrs Jones grunted and went back to her task. When finished she walked off asking Gwen if anything interested had happen to her.
"Not really," lied Gwen.
"As soon as Mrs Jones had gone Gwen lay over the table and asked me to fuck her for the first time. There was no need to get her wet and there were no panties to remove, but boy was she tight. But she spoilt it, making me cum too soon by saying, 'Boy, your penis is much, much fatter than someone else's I know'.
Mr Jones's? I asked, she said yes and began pulsating and that drove me into early ejaculation.
"So I had too firsts that day. Tell me about your first."
But we were interrupted.
"I've never heard that story before Willie," said Aunty Mae coming on to the porch and looking very pink and wide-eyed. "Ronnie," she said. "Could you please go down to the village and buy a dozen eggs; here's the money – there is no need to hasten back."
I decided to walk to the village rather than ride by motor-cycle. I turned and waved to my aunt and uncle. I was staying with them for the weekend – I did this quite regularly. I noticed Aunty Mae had her arm around Uncle Willie and was stroking his chest. They waved and went inside.
After what Uncle Willie had told me, I was keen to spend my first time with an older woman. I hoped the opportunity would come and this would be the day.
A vehicle slowed behind him and I turned and saw the driver was female. I grinned and wondered if this was my opportunity.
"What a lovely welcoming grin," Ronnie. "Most young men I see today seem to scowl."
It was Meg, a neighbor and young friend of Aunty Mae's who lived with an older friend. I was convinced they were lesbians as when they visited us or we were having drinks with them at their place they tended to exchange deep looks and touch each another when touching didn't seem necessary.
I leaned on the open window of the passenger seat front window to converse.
"Hi, Felicity not back yet?"
"No," sighed Meg, "but it shouldn't be long now as her mother is out of danger."
"You must be missing her." Later I would recall that was a brilliant thing to say.
"Terribly."
There was a silence.
"I'm going down to Secret Hole for a swim; care to join me? I have a bottle of wine which we can share if you don't mind sipping from my glass."
I looked at her lips and said, "I won't mind that at all."
She flushed slightly – I guess because of my focus – and through the open window of the passenger door she said, "Jump in."
Pointing to the phone she said. "Call Mae if you think she'll be worried where you are."
"Nah, I'm a big boy Meg and right now they have something better in their minds."
She looked at me with a question, but left it unsaid.
"Well, you have the start of a good tan; I'm pleased you are up here now as it's our best weather of the year."
"That's why I'm here. You have a great tan; how far does it go down?"
To tell the truth, I didn't believe that Meg would want to do it with me; me being a male would probably be an anathema to her, but also I was perhaps 15 years younger than she – just a kid in her eyes. I decided to bite the bullet to see how far she'd allow me to go.
She replied, "That's not a question a gentleman would ask a lady?"
