Tommy was eighteen years old when nineteen year old Agnes Johnson moved in next door. He was finishing the twelfth grade and she was beginning junior college. They met for the first time waiting for the school bus. Tommy, who had begun to masturbate at ten when he saw his first man's magazine, was, like most eighteen year olds, obsessed with girls and sex. He checked her out furtively.
Now, standing next to each other at the bus stop, Agnes pretended to not see the eager way Tommy was eyeing her. A little thrill ran over her body as she saw the way Tommy zeroed in on her skirt. A stiff wind was blowing and it had molded her skirt to her body, outlining her pubic mound.
Agnes loved sex. She had seduced her high school teacher the week before she graduated, having turned eighteen the week before. She knew she had him the day he put his hand in his pants to hold down his dick when she flashed him. The next week she flashed him again and the day before she got his mouth on her pussy she dropped a pencil when he was walking past her.
She maneuvered the pencil between her thighs when he crouched down to pick up the pencil. Opening her legs, she gave him a good look at her crotch; no panties. She thought he was going to stay on the floor the rest of the class. When he got up, she pulled his head down, whispering into his ear. "I'll be by after school and let you have a really good look."
Agnes went to his classroom and, assuring herself he was in the room, locked he door behind her and walked to the teacher's desk. A smile on her face, she hitched her butt onto his desk and spread her legs. The teacher licked his lips, looking from her face to her crotch. Agnes put out a leg and hooked a foot behind his head, drawing his face to her pussy.
Once his face was there, Agnes put a hand behind his head, telling him, as she pulled his mouth to her dripping pussy. "It's all yours sweetie. Make me feel good."
Her teacher proceeded to eat her out, giving her multiple orgasms. When she was finished with his mouth, she unzipped his pants and sat on his hard member. To his surprise, she fucked him silly, getting him erect for three orgasms. Agnes kissed him on the cheek as she lifted herself from his lap. "Nice job, teach." She told him.
A little smile flickered over her lips and face as she turned to Tommy. "I'm Agnes. I just moved in next door."
Tommy awkwardly put out his hand, "Tommy. Tommy Blackstone. I know." His face turned crimson as his eyes flickered from Agnes's breasts to her crotch.
Agnes held Tommy's hand as she smiled at him, her tongue licking along her lips. "I'm glad to meet you. It will be nice to have someone I know on the bus. It is so boring to ride the bus alone."
Tommy's face turned even more crimson as he stared at Agnes' sensual lips and licking tongue. All he could think of was burying his face in her crotch. He had learned to like having his head there. Mrs. Harris had taught him how exciting it was to have his mouth on a pussy.
The summer he turned eighteen, Tommy earned money cutting grass for the neighbors. He had a regular route: Mrs. Lyle on the corner, old Mr. Andrews midway down the block, and young Mrs. Harris, who lived next door, in the house now occupied by Agnes and her family.
Mrs. Harris was divorced, a grass widow, Tommy's friends called her. She was about Tommy's height, with bright green eyes, reddish auburn hair, long lashes, an oval face, a small waist, flaring hips, and tits to die for.
She would sun herself on the back porch while Tommy mowed the lawn, offering him lemonade part way through the job and when he was finished. She often wore a tiny bikini bathing suit, which made it difficult for him to look at her face when they sipped their lemonade. Other times she wore a pair of very tight shorts and a T shirt that was plastered to her tits.
Tommy's bedroom faced that of Mrs. Harris. He noticed that she kept the window and shade open at the bottom, to get air, he supposed, on warm nights.
One night, when he saw her bedroom light go on, Tommy sneaked over the fence and crept to her window. Peeping in, he swallowed hard as he watched her undress. His cock stiffened in his pants as he watched her shapely breasts and then her reddish bush appear.
Mrs. Harris heard the sharp intake of breath as she took off her panties. Surreptitiously she let her eyes wander around the room, noting the eyes peeping at her. A little thrill ran over her body as she recognized Tommy's face. She licked her lips as she stretched her arms above her head, lifting her luscious tits seductively.
She pulled back the sheets and lay on the bed, the lamp on the nightstand next to her bathed her body in its soft glow. The headboard of her bed was against the wall opposite the open window, giving Mrs. Harris a good look at the window and its little peeper. Slowly, her eyes hooded, watching the window, she ran her hands down her body; over her shapely breasts, down her tummy, and to her crotch.
Her right hand caressed her breasts as her left fingers parted her labia. Her pussy was juicing from the excitement and she had no need to moisten her finger before she began a rhythmic stroking of her erect clit. Her tongue licked her lips as she brought herself to orgasm. She breathed heavily, a low moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she pressed her hips upward, impaling her pussy on her finger as her thumb slowly massaged her clit.
Tommy was breathing hard as he watched the tableau played out before him. He licked his dry lips and forced some moisture into his mouth as he continued to stare wide-eyed as Mrs. Harris stroked her body languidly as she wound down from her orgasm.
His cock was dripping into his shorts when he left Mrs. Harris house, after she turned off the light. He jacked off five times that night. His cock was so sore the next morning it hurt to put on his shorts but he still jacked off again.
The same scene was repeated every night that week. When Tommy showed up to cut her grass the following week he was disappointed so see that Mrs. Harris was wearing a long white terrycloth robe belted at the waist.
She called to him to come inside for lemonade half way through, as she usually did. The robe fell open as she leaned over to pour Tommy his lemonade. He licked his lips as he stared at the V of her firm breasts that was exposed to him. His cock jerked in his pants when she crossed her legs, her robe falling open, revealing a tiny pair of black lace bikini panties. A thin band of black nylon barely covered her pussy lips, which were outlined clearly under the thin cloth.
Tommy put his hand in his pants to hold down his cock when he returned to finish cutting the grass. When he had finished, Mrs. Harris once again called for him to come inside for another glass of lemonade. His face flushed when he saw Mrs. Harris robe was gapping open even more than before; almost all of her breasts were now open to view. He could almost see her nipples. When she crossed her legs, the robe fell away, allowing his greedy eyes to once again feast on the tiny band that covered her pussy.
