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.
Finally, she seemed to start convulsing while crying out loudly and I could feel her pussy becoming flooded with even more of her juices. I continued what I was doing as she rode out a seemingly intense orgasm, only raising my head once she’d gone still on the bed. Standing up, I kicked off my sneakers and pushed my jeans and briefs down, stepping out of them as I took my once again rigid cock in my hand. Looking over Anita’s voluptuous body laid out before me, I stroked my cock until she opened her eyes and realized that I was ready to go again.
She quickly scooted backward up the bed and, as I moved onto the bed, following her on my knees with my cock sticking out in front of me, she pulled her knees up toward her tits, spreading her legs apart again. I leaned over her and guided my cock through her fiery bush, sliding easily ball-deep into her pussy and causing both of us to moan. I hooked her legs over my forearms and, still kneeling, started rapidly thrusting in and out of her pussy. She reached around to hold my hips, trying to pull me deeper into her each time my hips smacked against the backs of her thighs.
Her pussy felt so good that, had I not blown a load down her throat a short time earlier, I would undoubtedly have cum in mere minutes. As it was, I was fucking her hard and we were clearly both enjoying it. Her hands soon moved from my hips down to her pussy so that she could stimulate her clit while I pounded her. Her tits were bouncing up and down, attracting my attention, so I supported myself on one arm while my free hand went to fondle her fleshy globes. As her moaning started coming in short gasps, I knew that she was on the verge of cumming again. Her pussy actually started feeling even hotter and more slippery, which I wouldn’t have believed possible. Finally, she let out a long cry and started to shudder as I continued to pound her pussy.
Once I was sure she’d finished cumming, I decided that there was still something I wanted to do. Pulling my stiff, throbbing cock from her pussy, I moved up to straddle her and laid my cock between her big tits. She squeezed her globes together around my tool as I leaned forward and started sliding my cock between them. At my age, I hadn’t been intimate with anyone who had tits large enough to fuck, so I was relishing this opportunity. The feeling of her soft, smooth flesh wrapped around my aching cock was heavenly and it wasn’t long before I felt my own second orgasm beginning to well up. Anita was attentively watching the head of my cock as it disappeared and reappeared, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.
The closer I got to cumming, the faster I was fucking her luscious tits. She kept them squeezed tightly around my cock, providing a highly pleasurable level of friction. Finally, with a grunt, I started spewing onto her chest, chin and, as she opened wide and stuck out her tongue, into her mouth. Once I was spent, Anita released my cock from between her tits and I rose up slightly to slide it into her mouth. She nursed it briefly before letting it fall from her mouth. I climbed off her and stepped off the bed as she sat up and pointed out that I still had a carpet to deliver.
As I pulled my clothes back on, Anita got up and headed back to the kitchen, naked and with cum still on her chest. When I got to the kitchen myself, I picked up my beer and drained it, noticing that a couple more bills had been tucked under it since I’d set it down. I tucked the cash into my pocket as Anita took the empty bottle from me and smiled. I gave her naked body the once over again and asked if there was a chance we could do this again, without the part where we pulled up the carpet. She replied that now that I knew where she lived, she hoped I wouldn’t be a stranger. She gave me a quick kiss as I gave her tits one last grope, then sent me on my way. I looked back at her peeking from behind her front door, then hopped in the pick-up and hit the road.
It was about a twenty minute drive from Anita’s to Lucille’s and I couldn’t help but wonder during the trip whether Anita had called Lucille to tell her what had happened. I assumed that if she had, it could only be to encourage Lucille to do the same. The idea of fucking Lucille certainly appealed to me; she was tall and brunette with a pretty trim figure. I could feel the blood returning once again to my cock as I considered the possibility. The only way to know for sure would be to see how Lucille reacted to my presence. I knew I’d be disappointed if she didn’t come on to me, but I decided that if she didn’t, I would go ahead and put a move on her. I rationalized that since she was single (divorced, actually, unlike Anita who had never married) maybe she’d also be horny and looking for release.
I got to Lucille’s and was briefly disappointed that she was all business as we unloaded the carpet and carried it to her basement. She was wearing an ornate white nylon running suit which was clearly never meant for sweating in. I admired how it hugged her ass as we climbed the basement stairs and resolved to get her out of it somehow. She didn’t offer me a beer when we were done, but when she asked if I’d like a drink, I asked for a glass of water. She got her purse while I drank it and pulled out a few bills which she pressed into my palm, asking also that I not tell my mother how much she’d given me. As she was saying thanks I moved to give her a hug, which she accepted. I could feel my cock grow as her body pressed against mine, but I wasn’t sure whether she could or not. Going for broke, I slid both hands down to her ass and squeezed it while pulling her against me.
To my relief, Lucille didn’t pull away; she turned her mouth toward my neck and began to kiss it, moaning softly as my cock continued to grow. She raised her head and we were quickly making out, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as I continued to massage her ass. Pulling my face from hers after a few minutes, I dropped to my knees and grasped the elastic waistband of her nylon pants. I took her pants and panties down to her ankles, then suggested that she sit in one of the chairs around her kitchen table. She sat and spread her legs wide, revealing her pink slit within her dark brown bush. Spreading her lips apart, I ran my tongue up her slit, slurping up her nectar. Lucille moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, raising her hips toward my face as I licked her pussy.
I slipped first one finger, then a second, into her slippery hole and pumped them in and out while flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her pussy was very wet and I knew I was going to enjoy slipping into her as much as I had slipping into Anita; my cock was throbbing within my jeans. First, though, I wanted to get her off. I licked and sucked her clit while finger-fucking her as she writhed around more and more on the chair and her moans got louder and longer. When her hands left my hair and I heard a zipper, I glanced up to see that she’d unzipped the jacket of her outfit, revealing a snug, white tank-top beneath it. She was obviously braless beneath that, because I could see her areolas surrounding the two bumps pushing the top out.
She massaged her tits, pulling on her hard nipples, first through her shirt, then, after pulling it up to her chin, on her bare flesh. My cock grew even harder seeing her luscious tits and their hard nipples. Her hands soon dropped back to my head again so she could pull it against her pussy. She was pushing her ass up off the chair, forcing her pussy against my face as she held my head in place. Finally, with a cry, she began to shudder as she came. As she gradually dropped back onto the chair and the tremors subsided, I raised my head and looked up at her. My cock was aching for release, so I stood and looked over her mostly naked body as I opened my jeans and fished it out.
She watched for a moment as I stroked my stiff rod, then leaned forward and jutted out her tongue to lick the precum from my head. I moved my hands to her hair as she slid her lips down my shaft to the base. She held the sides of my legs as she slid her mouth up and down for a few minutes, then raised her head and let my cock slip out. I helped her out of her jacket and shirt as she kicked off her sneakers and pulled free of her pants and panties. She then helped me free of my pants, briefs and sneakers as I shed my shirt. When we were both naked, I helped her to her feet.
She stroked my cock and I fondled her boobs as we switched positions. I sat on the chair she had vacated and she straddled me, guiding my cock to her pussy as she lowered herself onto my lap. We both groaned as her hot pussy engulfed my throbbing cock. She held the back of the chair as she began riding me, bouncing up and down rhythmically. I was hypnotized by her bouncing boobs, so I moved my hands up from her waist to fondle them as she fucked me. Lowering my head, I was able to lick and suck her hard nipples, which, judging by her reaction, she really liked. Her pussy felt outstanding as it slid up and down my tool but, after having cum a couple of times already, I didn’t feel as though I’d be spewing into her any time soon.
Gradually, I slid my hands from her tits down around to squeeze her ass while still licking and sucking her hard nipples. I was pulling her down hard on my cock while pushing up into her, trying to get maximum penetration. I was really enjoying having her ride me and would have been content to go all day. As she rode me and I considered my situation, it occurred to me that I now had an opportunity to explore some things that likely would have freaked out the high school girls I was accustomed to being intimate with. I moved one of my hands downward on her ass, slipping my fingers between her cheeks and seeking out her anus. Finding it, I massaged it with the tip of my middle finger, causing her to moan loudly.
Raising my head from her tits, I sat up straight and pulled her down hard on my cock while slipping my finger down lower to collect some juices from near her pussy. With enough lubrication, I moved my finger back up to her anus and smeared it around, then slipped my finger in. Lucille let out a cry and pulled her ass cheeks together, then began to shudder. She never stopped moaning as she rode out an apparently intense orgasm. Once she’d finished cumming, I helped her back to her feet, then turned her around as I stood and bent her over the table. I briefly considered slipping my cock into her ass, but I wasn’t sure that she’d be into it, so I just slipped back into her pussy instead. Taking her by the hips, I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass.
Now I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, so I focused on appreciating the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my tool. I suspected that, like Anita, as long as I kept my mouth shut, this wouldn’t be the last time I’d be experiencing it. Still, there was no rush, so I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could. I looked down at the quivering flesh of Lucille’s ass and at my slick shaft sliding in and out below it, feeling my orgasm getting ever closer. My cock swelled more and more but, before I got to the point where I was ready to fill her pussy, Lucille said she wanted to suck me off. I had no issue with cumming in her mouth instead of her pussy, so I pulled out of her and stepped back. She straightened up and took my cock in her hand again, stroking it as she sat in the chair once again.
She lowered her mouth over my cock while gently pumping the base in her fist. Her other hand soon found my balls and fondled them as she slid her mouth up and down my tool. I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair while thrusting my hips at her face. My cock continued to swell as I was once again on the verge of cumming. I tried to just relax and enjoy the feeling of her mouth and hands and my building orgasm, which worked for a little while. Eventually, though, I got too anxious to finally cum, so I was holding the back of her head and thrusting at her face again. With a loud grunt of relief, I exploded into her mouth, pumping spurt after spurt of my cum down her throat.
Lucille nursed every drop of cum from my cock, letting it fall from her mouth once it had gone completely limp. She smiled up at me and asked if I could stick around for a while longer to help her with a few other tasks. When I confirmed that I could, she led me up to her bedroom where, after a brief recovery, she proceeded to get me rigid again and invited me to penetrate her ass. After that Saturday, I fucked both Anita and Lucille whenever I could manage it. I don’t know if they ever knew about each other and I am certain that no one told my mom. Even when I went away to college, I would get dirty emails with pictures attached from both of them and would run over to see them whenever I was home on break. I learned a lot from those two lusty ladies and as long as we are all still horny, I will continue to fuck them.