My parents started teaching my brothers and me at a very young age the importance of helping others, though they stressed that helping wasn't necessarily limited to the less fortunate or the poor or the needy. Basically what they taught was that if someone was lacking an ability or resource that you possessed, the right thing to do was to offer it to them. We were also taught to do this out of the goodness of our hearts rather than for personal gain, but we learned that the people we were helping usually did not want to be considered charity cases, so they'd often overcompensate by paying us extremely well for our help. Consequently, we didn't mind putting in a few hours of labor if it benefited both our karma and our wallets.
By the time I got my driver's license, my dad was relieved to pass along the duties of hauling anything in our pick-up over to me. So it was that early on a Saturday morning during my senior year in high school (when I would have been 18), I was headed over to my mom's friend Anita's house in the pick-up to help her pull up a carpet then haul it over to their mutual friend Lucille's house. I was perfectly content to sacrifice a morning of sleeping in given that I'd probably end up with enough cash in my pocket to fill my car with gas and cover my weekend festivities for the next couple of weeks.
Anita was a curvaceous redhead whom I'd known since I was little. As I'd gotten older, I'd also realized that she had a bawdy sense of humor, so, as we worked together ripping up her old carpet, we spent a lot of the time laughing. It didn't take too long to rip up the carpet and padding, and only a little longer to remove all of the old tacking strips. We loaded the carpet into the pick-up and the padding and tacking strips went into the trash. That done, Anita offered me a beer, knowing full well that I wasn't old enough to drink but probably confident that I'd accept anyway, which I did.
Standing in her kitchen, I was leaning against the counter drinking my beer as she opened her purse and pulled out an envelope. She counted out a generous wad of cash and pressed it into my hand, imploring me not to tell my mother how much she had given me. I didn't bother counting it, but before I had a chance to shove it into my pocket, Anita had dropped to her knees on the linoleum and set to work opening my jeans, saying that she had one more way that she wanted to express her appreciation. By the time she got my jeans open and had worked them and my briefs down, my cock was almost fully rigid. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently while fondling my balls with her other hand.
I told my friends later that it would probably be the only time in my life that I had a beer in one hand, a wad of cash in the other and a woman on her knees in front of me sucking my cock. Anita wrapped her lips around my throbbing tool and slid her mouth down my shaft, while holding the base and pumping slightly. I'd never considered anything sexual about Anita prior to this, but I was more than pleased to unexpectedly experience her oral talents. She continued to fondle my balls as she sucked and pumped my cock, which seemed to grow impossibly harder. It wasn't very long before I felt an orgasm beginning to well up. I finally set the beer down on top of the wad of cash on the countertop and slipped both of my hands into Anita's red hair, pushing my hips slightly toward her face.
Whether this or the fact that my throbbing cock was beginning to swell clued her in to my impending orgasm, Anita moaned as she continued to suck my cock, drawing out the pleasure like no high school girl ever could have. When I thought I was on the verge of cumming, she managed to draw my orgasm out for another five minutes or so. Finally, when I was beginning to feel like there was no longer any blood above my neck and as though my climax might blow her head clean off, I let loose my first blast into the back of her throat with a cry of both pleasure and relief. Each subsequent blast was equally pleasurable as she continued sucking and swallowing each drop of my spunk. Even when I was completely spent, she seemed reluctant to stop sucking my shrinking cock.
Finally, she let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me with her green eyes, again imploring me to keep a secret from my mother. I smiled back and told her not to worry about it. I probably could have zipped up and walked away at that point, having already been the recipient of more than I could have imagined, but that wouldn't have been in the charitable nature I'd had instilled in me. Instead, I asked Anita if she'd be interested in having me return the favor. Without saying anything, she stood and led me to her room, as I tried to get my pants back up enough to be able to walk. Standing at the end of her bed, she started pulling her top up, so I dropped to my knees and took her pants and panties down together.
Her bush was well-groomed and as red as the hair on her head. I glanced up to tell her to sit on the bed as she released a nice pair of breasts from her bra. I could feel the blood already beginning to return to my cock as I took in her naked, curvy body. She sat and, once I'd pulled her pants, panties, socks and sneakers off, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide. I dove right in, running my tongue up her slit from bottom to top, collecting the pungent juices that were abundantly flowing. Anita moaned each time my tongue passed over her clit and I glanced up over the rolling landscape of her body to see her fondling her tits.
I focused on licking and sucking her clit while sliding two fingers in and out of her extremely slippery pussy. She was very quickly rocking her hips in rhythm as she pursued an orgasm. The faster she was moving, and the louder she was moaning, the harder my cock was getting. I was feeling pretty confident that she wouldn't object to me slipping my stiff tool into her once I'd finished eating her pussy. Her hands moved down from her tits to embed themselves in my hair, holding my head between her smooth thighs. I continued to lick and suck her clit, my two fingers slippery with her juices from sliding in and out of her pussy. She started tensing up, forcing her pussy against my face as her moans drew out longer and longer.
