MY FIRST FUCK
INTRODUCTION
I was 18 yrs of age and that summer of 1951 was to be the time of my education. Mother had acquiesced to her best friends enquiry, as to whether, during the college holidays, I could carry out some of the more menial tasks of which her husband usually took care. Mrs Jean Goodyear's husband Tom, was serving overseas as was my father, they had both been recalled when the Korean war started and they were somewhere in Korea, Japan or even Australia but we were not likely to see them for some time.
Mum had agreed that I should carry out the tasks that Tom usually saw to, little realising, as I am sure Jean Goodyear didn't at the time of asking, nor indeed did I, that some of the tasks would become much more enjoyable than mowing the lawns or cutting the hedges. Tasks that would rarely be left for a mere teenager to do!
Oh wow, spend some time around the lady who had been a masturbation fantasy of mine for some time. The times in my bed I had lain, cock in hand, thinking of fucking this lady who had frequently visited our home. She wore low cut dresses and every opportunity I had strained to see her tits and, until my mother said to get up, I would lay down on the floor, ostensibly reading but in fact making an attempt to look up Mrs Goodyear's skirt.
Like many of my contemporaries, I had no idea what it would be like to fuck a woman, nor had I seen a woman's cunt at that time. All we knew came from books; God knows where they came from, tattered badly printed books, also foolscap sheets of paper stapled together. Stories guaranteed to give callow youth "the horn" as we called a 'hard on' in those days. "Autobiography of Flea", Lady Chatterley's Lover (banned in the 40's and 50's) "Ulysses," "Lady on a Train" even "Mother knows Best." The times I had spent on my back, wanking my cock with the vision of Mrs Jean Goodyear as the female in the story being ravished.
My mother had even given veiled warnings. "Geoffrey, what are you doing to your pyjamas and bed linen?" - "Geoffrey you know what they say, it can affect your health" What's that mother?" - "You know very well what I am talking about - maybe you should get yourself a girlfriend. No forget I said that, we don't want any trouble."
After reading "Mother knows Best" I would have loved to have countered with; "Okay mum, I should love to fuck you." but I do not think that would have been advisable.
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THE DAY IT ALL BEGAN
Chapter 1 - I become a Voyeur and lose my virginity
One task was mowing the lawns, usually I would walk by, and if the grass looked long or the hedge overgrown I would just go to the garden shed, get the ATCO mower or the shears and do whatever was required.
On what was to become a fateful day, I went over to the Goodyear's and noticed the lawn did indeed need cutting. I went home to change and told mum where I was going, she persuaded me to wait until after lunch so, it was turned 2.00pm when I returned.
I went straight to the garden shed, the key was under a plant pot, I unlocked the door went in and took the cover of the mower and was about to wheel it out when I glanced through the window.
I don't know if my mouth dropped open or my heart stopped beating but I was looking at a naked female. Not the sort one found in The Naturist magazine or |Health and Efficiency which were all the rage amongst Nudists. The photographs in there depicted ladies with breasts without nipples and absolutely no sign of sexual organs. This naked lady was not just lying on a mattress she had a letter in one hand and to my delight, she was pinching one of her nipples between fingers and thumb. I could see that the other one was dark red and appeared to be standing proud of her breast. It was at this point that I realised that I was looking at Jean Goodyear, absolutely naked. My cock stiffened in my trousers. I was enthralled and it is entirely possible that it was that moment in time that my desire always to have sexual experience with older women was born. After all Jean was the same age as my mother and mum was 40. Jean would not have seen me enter the shed as the door was directly opposite the window and I had approached from the front. I was in heaven, perhaps my first experience of voyeurism as she was no further away than a three or four yards.
