"Hi, I'm Paul," I said, trying not to stare at the woman who had answered my knock. "I've come to fix the broken light switch."
Helen Maybury had just moved into the vacant apartment on the top floor of Mom and Dad's hardware store.
She was a slender quietly muscular blonde. I guessed she was in her late 30s, like Mom and Dad. She wore a clinging one-piece dress, made of black and white cloth resembling cow skin. It ended at mid-thigh and was cut so low I could see between her big firm conical breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and her long hard nipples stretched the fabric.
"Come in," Helen said, smiling slightly at the obvious bulge in my crotch. "It'll be nice to have the hanging lights working," she continued as she walked past the kitchen and into the living room. I stared at her solid buttocks rolling beneath the tightly-stretched dress.
We'd remodeled the apartment. The big modern kitchen was by the entrance, separated from the living room by a granite-topped island. Helen bent over the island, facing me, as I removed the screws from the switch and pulled it out of the wall. I glanced over at her and almost creamed my shorts. The dress had sagged when she leaned forward, revealing the tops of her areolas. They were the size of half-dollars and only slightly darker than the skin surrounding them. The switch I was holding sparked as I brushed it carelessly with the screwdriver. "I need to turn the breaker off," I said, a little breathlessly.
"You don't mind if I watch?" she asked when I came back from the switchbox in the hall. "I like to watch men . . . work. Charlie . . . my husband . . . is a long-haul trucker, so he's away most of the time. That's hard on a woman."
It only took me a little while to replace the switch. When I was finished, Helen offered me lemonade. We took our glasses into the living room. She spread her legs briefly as she settled on the couch, giving me a fleeting glimpse of . . . bare flesh!
We talked for a few minutes, but I don't remember much about it. I kept thinking about the way she'd flashed me.
I was shy with women and would still have been a virgin if my older sister Angela hadn't gotten frustrated with her boyfriend Bernie and dragged me into bed. My girlfriend Suzie was finally letting me feel her breasts through her clothes. I couldn't believe a sophisticated older woman was interested in an awkward teenage boy.
When we finished the lemonade, I picked the glasses up and took them to the kitchen. Helen followed me, leaning against the island and watching me rinse the glasses in the sink. "What are you going to do now?" she asked.
It was early Saturday afternoon. Fixing the light switch was my last chore. "Go jogging . . . probably do some homework," I answered. "I'm taking my girlfriend to a movie, but that's after supper."
"So, you're not really busy?" Helen was looking at me speculatively.
"No. Why?"
"What do you think about sex?" she asked.
My cock was straining against my shorts. "I like it."
Helen stared at me for long seconds. "You're not a virgin. You've been with a girl a couple of times," she said. "I can tell by the way you look at me." My sister Angela had taken my virginity a week before and we'd had sex twice since then.
"Do you like these?" she asked, suddenly pulling her dress down. While Angela's unsupported breasts descended from her chest in graceful arcs of firm flesh, Helen's tits were near-perfect cones, tipped with thick elongated nipples, standing out from her chest despite their size and weight.
It was hard to speak. "Yeah," I finally gasped. I was frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare at the half-naked woman standing three feet away.
"Come here," Helen commanded. "See how they feel." She caught my hands as I stepped toward her and guided them to her breasts. They were bigger and heavier than Angela's. Helen's nipples were near-perfect hemispheres surmounting elongated cylinders of pink skin. They were even thicker and longer than Angela's. I pinched them gently, watching her reaction as I increased the pressure.
"That's good!" Helen gasped as I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers while flattening my palms against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled our bodies together as we kissed passionately.
"You've learned a lot from your girl," Helen said. I had her pressed against the island and was rubbing my crotch against hers. Her sex smell was sharp. She moaned as I buried my face between her breasts, licking and kissing her spectacular tits.
"Take it out," she said reaching for my belt. A moment later, my pants and shorts were around my ankles. "You're really a big boy!" she marveled as she closed her hand around my jutting cock.
Helen squeezed my balls as she ran her hand slowly up and down my shaft. Sometimes, she'd stop with her index finger anchored in the top of my corneal ring and stroke the little Vee on the underside of my cock-head with her thumb.
I pawed Helen's breasts, roughly squeezing and twisting her swollen nipples as I stared between her tits at her fingers, slick with my pre-cum, playing with my cock and balls. Her hands were going fast now, driving me rapidly toward orgasm. I wanted to stop her . . . push her against the island . . . thrust my cock between her muscular legs . . . shoot my load deep inside her snatch . . . But the sight and sensations had me frozen.
"Oh wow!" I gasped. "I'm gonna . . ." Hot juice fountained from my throbbing dick, splashing on her hands and spraying the front of Helen's dress. I moaned in pleasure and a little pain as she milked me dry.
"That was spectacular," she commented, making me gasp as she gently rubbed her cum-slick fingers over my hypersensitive cock and balls.
"It was wonderful!" I answered. "Thank you so much!" I should have fucked Helen. The hand job was all I was going to get. My two times with Angela had made me want sex more than ever. I was so frustrated, I was going to rape Suzie as soon as I got her alone.
Helen sank to her knees and licked the cum from my balls. "Oh Jesus!" I gasped as her tongue stroked my shaft, slowly ascending to slide over my cock-head and probe my cum slit . . .
My dick was slick with her saliva and my renewed flow of pre-cum. She paused for an instant and chided, "Don't take the name of the Lord in vain!" before swallowing my swollen tool.
Helen was a better cocksucker than Angela, taking me deeper, using her tongue and hands . . . She quickly had me throbbing . . .
"No!" I gasped, gripping her shoulders and pushing her away. "Not this time!"
Helen stood up and I steadied her as she stepped out of her dress. "Let's see what else your girl's taught you," she said, jumping up onto the island and sitting with her legs spread. The brown hair obscuring her pink folds wasn't nearly as thick and dark as Angela's. The rest of her crotch was closely trimmed.
I tore my clothes off with fumbling fingers and bent over, putting my face between Helen's thighs, kissing her furry mound, licking her slit and sucking her furry lips. Angela liked me to tease her, licking and kissing her mound before slowly opening her with my tongue. Helen was impatient. "Eat me!" she growled, pulling her folds apart.
"That's a beautiful clit!" I marveled, staring into her hot female core. While Angela's little clitoris peeked modestly from beneath her big fleshy hood, Helen's swollen love bud - much larger than Angela's - jutted proudly from the center of a wide pink field. Angela liked me to stroke her clit gently, gradually increasing her heat. I already knew Helen was different.
"Oh! . . . Yess!!" she cried as I clamped my mouth over her clitoris, sucking . . . lip biting . . . licking . . . kissing . . . I sensed her rapidly approaching climax and pulled away, thrusting my tongue into her pussy. I thought that would cool her down. Instead, it set her off.
Helen's hot walls clamped my tongue as she screamed and shook. When she fell back onto the island, her arm struck a stacked set of metal bowls, sending them crashing to the floor with a loud ringing that echoed through the apartment.
I sucked her clit roughly as I drove two fingers into her hot wet snatch, making her scream louder than ever. She was even more orgasmic than Angela. I made her cum over and over until she collapsed on the island.
It only took Helen moments to recover. "That was a wonderful afternoon snack," she said. "Now give me some of that hot Italian sausage!"
She turned around and bent over after I helped her off the island. I took a moment to admire her athletic body, big hanging breasts, round compact buttocks spread to reveal her little puckered hole, pussy lips partially open from my finger-fucking . . .
"Put it in me now!" Helen commanded. There was a big mirror on the wall we were facing and I could see the anticipation in her reflected face.
I stared at her asshole as I moved into position, feeling an almost-overwhelming desire to drive my swollen bone into it. Instead, I positioned my cock-head at the top of her folds.
"Oh Yes!" Helen moaned as I slid my entire length up her pussy with one smooth motion. "Fuck me, Big Boy!"
"Yeah Baby!" I growled. "I'm ramming my cock up your hot wet snatch!" Helen was braced against the island. I gripped her waist and screwed her hard and fast, pulling almost completely out then slamming home, too excited to hold back even if I'd wanted to . . .
"Fuck me hard, Big Boy!" Helen cried. She was supporting her body with her left hand on the island, while her right hand played with her tits and pussy, staring at our reflections in the mirror the whole time. She reached between her open legs and grabbed my balls, gripping and squeezing them as I drove into her.
"Fuck, Big Boy! . . . Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Helen sobbed as her muscular snatch rhythmically clamped and released my plunging penis. Despite my orgasm a few minutes before, the juice was boiling in my balls. "Yeah! Shoot it!" she screamed as my first hot jet splashed her pussy walls. She moaned as I slammed into her over and over, spurting with each thrust.
