Catherine Is Community-Minded

This story would not have been possible without the help and encouragement of a certain buxom woman friend, to whom many thanks.

My name's Catherine and I thought some of you might like to hear how I did my duty to the community by educating a young man.

On the morning in question, I was just slipping into my high heels when the doorbell rang. I wiggled my feet properly into them, then trotted along to answer.

Through the glass I could see it was Josh, my son's shy, nice-looking 18-year-old friend. I was expecting him. My boy was out, but Josh had left his new tablet in our house.

As usual Josh reddened when he saw me, and as usual he spoke to my cleavage. He was too shy to look me in the face, but I don't think it was just that. To be honest, I long ago gave up trying to hide my cleavage. There's simply too much of it. And so naturally, at his age...

I pulled the door wide and asked him in. I remember tugging my tight blouse down a little at the front to give him the full benefit. Not how I'd usually greet even my husband, but I'm rather fond of Josh.

'Thank you Mrs Canville,' he said, blushing even more.

I said, 'Call me Catherine, Josh. We do know each other, you know. Come into the sitting room and sit on the sofa while I fetch your tablet.'

As I walked ahead of him I could almost feel his eyes on my rear. Men tell me it's nearly as eye-catching as my front, and as it happened I had on a tight miniskirt.

With young Josh perched on the edge of the sofa I went tap-tap-tap in my heels to the kitchen for the tablet.

Knowing Josh, he probably didn't question why I was wearing heels, a miniskirt and a low-cut blouse around the house. Speaking of my blouse, there was no harm in undoing another button.

I sat down in the far corner of the sofa from Josh, with my legs stretched out elegantly in his general direction. This may have caused my skirt to ride up slightly. I put the tablet on the little table at my end of the sofa.

I said, 'I want a word, young man.'

Josh gulped. 'I'm sorry, Mrs Canville -- Catherine I mean -- I find it really, really hard not to. I know it's bad manners.'

I imagine this made me frown, though I guess I must have smiled too. 'Hard not to what, Josh?'

'Look at your -- you know.'

That would've made me chuckle. 'It's normal at your age, and I'm actually very proud of my big "you knows". It was something else I wanted to talk about.'

'Oh. OK,' said Josh. He looked relieved.

'I've been thinking of getting one of these tablets myself, so I was a little bit naughty and turned on yours. I thought, if there was anything you didn't want people to see you'd have a password.'

I can picture the poor boy now. The blood drained from his face.

I patted the sofa next to me and said, 'Don't worry. I just wanted to give you a little bit of advice. Come over here. Come.' He sidled over to me as near as he dared, and I slid sideways and closed the gap. 'You're not nervous, are you? Maybe you need a reassuring cuddle from an old lady.' I put a cosy arm round his shoulders. 'Yes, I did see what you'd been looking at, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. All teenage boys look at porn, and most men do too. Not to mention a lot of us girls these days. But I want to educate you about something.'

Josh looked confused, though this did not stop him from taking sidelong glances at my grand canyon.

'If you want to be a good lover, Josh, forget about what you see in porn. For instance, a girl would probably think having a boy dump his sperm on her face was a terrible waste of a nice hard cock when it should be in her pussy. It's only done in porn because they want to show the climax. Do you get what I mean?' And I gave his shoulders an encouraging squeeze.

'Yes, Catherine.' I could already see something trying to burst through the front of his trousers.

'Next time you're having sex, don't be afraid to ask her what she'd like to do.' I was fairly sure that Josh was a virgin, seeing how shy he was, but I wasn't going to distress the poor boy by saying so.

'Um, no, Catherine.' He was trying to hide his hard-on with his elbow.

I gently took his hand and pulled his arm away. 'Josh, when a woman's my age, there's not much shocks us. Certainly not something as natural as an erection.'

I'd say he didn't know where to look if he hadn't kept his eyes fixed on my boobs. (38G in British sizing, since you ask. I told you they were big.)

'You really do like them, don't you?' I said, running one finger up and down the edge of my long, long cleavage. 'I don't think there's any harm letting you see a bit more. After all, it's nothing to what you've seen online.'

He was openly staring now.

'Josh, you've got to learn to overcome your shyness. Unbutton my blouse.' I pushed my shoulders back and my chest forward and swung it from side to side a little bit as an invitation. And after a moment he started undoing the buttons, though he was so nervous he fumbled and I had to put my fingers over his, to steady them. 'No harm in taking it slow,' I said.

So next I slipped out of the blouse. The bras I need for uplift are sturdy-looking, but I'd chosen a fresh white one with some lace that I thought would appeal. Whatever, Josh didn't raise any objections. Maybe he liked the way it makes me bulge like two plump cushions. I teased my cleavage with my fingers some more and he gasped out, 'Please...'

'Yes?' I asked brightly. He mumbled something about 'nude'. 'Josh, you must learn to be confident. Just say clearly, "Please may I see them nude, Catherine." '

He still mumbled the words, but I wasn't going to make a fuss so I said, 'Good boy! That doesn't mean I'm going to show you them, but there was no harm in asking, was there?' And then I relented and said, 'You did make an effort, so perhaps you deserve a reward after all. I'll turn around and let you undo my bra.'

While he was fumbling with the hooks I gave my nipples a squeeze and a tug through my bra to get them really hard. I told him to slip the shoulder-straps down, and then I turned back to face him holding my bra cups loosely in front of my boobs. He was absolutely panting with frustration.

When I lowered the cups and bared my prize melons, hard nipples and all, he started licking his lips with a desperate look on his face. I frowned at his crotch and I said, 'Josh, you must be terribly uncomfortable. Would you feel better with that out in the fresh air?'

It was like I'd flipped a switch. In an instant he unzipped his fly, a moment later his button was undone, his trousers and pants were down, and there it was rearing up in the daylight, sturdy and strong and twitching a little bit in time with his pulse -- that's how hard it was.

I reached out and took his hands, and put them on my boobs. 'There you are,' I said. 'This is what a mature lady feels like.' And of course he started groping them and feeling their weight in his hands and generally having a good time with them.

'Now you're turning me on, you bad boy,' I said. 'Go on, you made me show you my nipples, what are you going to do now?' He took the hint and started squeezing my nipples and rubbing them between fingers and thumb. I moaned, and I wasn't faking -- there was something about strong young hands on my mature body -- and also, it had the bonus that it told him he was on the right track. After a minute or two I thought it was time for some further education, so I said, 'What we ladies like is to have them sucked, you know.' Just in case he had another attack of nerves I lifted one titty towards him, put a hand on the back of his head and pressed his mouth to my nipple. 'Suck hard.' And he certainly did. He seemed to be trying to suck the whole of my outsize tit right into his mouth. 'Don't forget there are two,' I told him, because his hand had wandered off my other nipple.

I taught him how to rub my nipple with his tongue while he sucked, and with that and what he was doing to my other nipple, I really had no choice but to grab hold of his cock. Which felt like it had been sculpted from a good thick broomstick. Hubby is a kind, generous man, but Josh has a lot more to give in the cock department. So obviously I cupped his balls too. In fact I was soon giving him a nice slow wank.

There was something about the feel of his sturdy young cock that got my pussy absolutely dripping. I think he'd have been happy to keep going like this all day, but after he'd sucked my other titty for a while my pussy got impatient and I pulled him off of me.

I said, 'If you're going to be a good lover you need to know how to make a girl happy down below too. So kneel on the floor in between my legs.'

When I'd got dressed that morning, the thought of panties went right out of my head. I think it was something to do with Josh being on my mind. He was such a very attractive young man, it was distracting. So once I'd got him kneeling and I'd pulled up my skirt, he got so excited I actually thought from his breathing that he was going to cum spontaneously. On my nice rug too. But the danger passed.

It's not one of these waxed pussies he'd have seen in porn, but I could tell he didn't mind in the least. And as it happened I'd given it a nice neat haircut that very morning.

I was slumped back against the back of the sofa, meaning I wasn't sitting on my pussy-hole, it was pointed a little bit towards him, and the first thing the inexperienced boy did was plunge forward and try to get his tongue in it. But he only got the tip in because the angles didn't really work. So I took his head between my hands and gently encouraged him up a bit. I said, 'Just show my little pink button you love her.'

To be honest I was so hot for the naughty boy that I needed to cum ASAP. After he'd kissed my clitty a few times I soon had him licking it, which he did in a really lovely way, not like an expert of course, but with a sort of boyish eagerness that was even more of a turn-on. I was moaning right away, and so loud! Thank God for double-glazing. He kept stopping to smack his lips and swallow, and I felt my pussy-juice hadn't been appreciated so much for years. So naturally there was more and more of it. And what with me teasing my nipples the whole time and him being such a good-looking, obedient teen, I couldn't stop myself moaning even louder and louder -- and louder -- until I was cumming as hard as I ever did in my life. For a while I forgot which planet I was on.

He wasn't sure what had happened, and he seemed to think the safest thing to do was to keep going. Which would have been fine -- I'm a multi-orgasm sort of a girl -- but I was desperate for some hard 18-year-old cock, so I pulled him off me and explained he'd hit the bullseye.

'And now you deserve a reward for being a good obedient boy,' I said. 'Lie on the sofa.'

Josh had kept pretty hard all this time, but the moment I bent my head close to his beautiful, vigorous cock to admire it, the shaft stopped resting on his belly and defied gravity. So naturally I popped the head in my mouth and cupped his balls. I love to give a hard cock a really strong suck, and lick the head at the same time -- there's something about the smoothness of the head -- and soon it was his turn to moan. He kept groaning, 'Ooh, Mrs Canville,' which would have made me laugh if my mind hadn't been full of his taste and feel, and my mouth full of him.

He didn't last long, but that was only what I'd expected. And didn't he spurt! The hot sticky beautiful mess absolutely exploded into my mouth. He was delicious too. Perhaps he'd been eating pineapple. But I've heard that's a myth.

I kept him in my mouth for a little while to suck out the last drops. I like to get as good a mouthful as possible before I swallow. Then, when I'd gulped it all down, I sat on the edge of the sofa and smiled down at his handsome face while he lay there saying 'thank you' about a hundred times and I had to put a finger on his lips to shut him up.

And that's pretty much the end of the story. We had a cup of coffee and a biscuit and tried to make everyday conversation, though Josh seemed like he didn't know what'd hit him. In fact he was so stunned he forgot to take the tablet home with him. Did that have consequences? I'll leave that for you naughty boys and girls to guess.