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Mom's Friend was My First Love

By: backwoodsman1952



The best lovemaking of my life, was the first.

When I was eleven years old we moved from the city to the country. My mother's first new friend was a lady from a neighboring farm. She was several years younger than my mother and had three daughters, one a year older than me and the other two younger by one and three years. For the first several years I enjoyed riding bike and doing other kid things with the three daughters but around the time I turned fifteen I started to notice their mother.

Shirley was a bleached blonde and always had a half inch or so of dark roots showing. To this day I find that attractive. She was fit and muscular from working on the farm and had a husky voice and a great smile. I began to notice her more and to take in every detail of how she looked and acted. When I was very young, I was always fascinated by the plentiful hair on her arms. I had never seen a woman with that much soft hair and when the first summer came, I discovered she had the same short soft pale hair on her legs. When she and her daughters came one day to help pick green bean from our garden she wore a halter top, which was in style back then, and one of my favorite things on a woman. When she stopped to push her hair out of her face, I noticed long brown hair under her arms too. At that moment her perspiration had dampened her yellow halter enough that I could clearly see the outline of large dark nipples and that with the sight of her underarm hair gave me an immediate erection. I turned away and picked madly to hide it from my mother and Shirley and her daughters but from that moment on, I secretly watched Shirley as much as possible.

When we stopped to rest and sit in the shade, Shirley and my mom both lit cigarettes. I had always hated smoking and being around smokers but suddenly on Shirley it was sexy. I noticed that at the end of her long slow exhales wisps of smoke came from her nose. She seemed to really enjoy each cigarette and each time she drew on it.

My fascination with Shirley continued for the next four years. I found that during the summer her standard dress was shorts and a halter top, often with an open short sleeve blouse over it. Her breasts were not overly large, I later learned they were a B cup, but her areolas were large and brown and her nipples were prominent and quick to erect. By the time I as 19 I had a serious crush on her and she was the object of most of my masturbatory fantasies, my perfect woman.

During the summer of my 19th year I heard a conversation between Shirley and my mother that shocked me. Her husband had been abusing her for years physically and verbally. Since her daughters were getting older she was considering a divorce. She then told my mother that her husband was taking their daughters and show calves to the state fair at Sedalia, Missouri but she was not going. She was going to stay behind to take care of the farm. I slipped back out of the house so that they would not know I had been listening and five minutes later my mother called me back. She said that Shirley had a question for me. Shirley asked if I would like to make a little money helping her on the farm during the next week. My mouth went dry and my palms damp and I tried to give a positive answer without showing my excitement.

Shirley's Farm

Shirley met me at the gate when I arrived at 7 am. She was wearing old white halter top and white shorts. Her dark tan, lovely face and quick smile made me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. She told me that her husband had thrown several loads of hay on the barn floor and had two more trailer's loaded outside and we were going to start the day by stacking all of it. She carried a water jug and her cigarettes and lighter in her hands but quickly handed me the jug and linked her arm through mine. She smiled at me and told me how happy she was that I was there to help her and keep her company as she led me to the barn.

We spent the morning dragging the hay and stacking it. We were both hot and sweating heavily when we first stopped to rest. Shirley and I sat down on bales of hay and she immediately lit a cigarette. As she drew deeply and then exhaled a long slow stream of white smoke into the air I took my first really good look at her. I had avoided staring at her knowing that I didn't want to have to hide an erection all day long. Her white halter was soaked with sweat and was practically see through. There was a breeze blowing and I watched her wet nipples harden to bumpy high peaks under the thick wet cloth. I didn't realize how long I stared when Shirley said, "I guess I should go change into something else." I was caught and embarrassed and on top of it all, the tent in the front of my pants was growing rapidly. 

I was shocked at my own words when I said, "Please don't." There was a long silence as Shirley put the cigarette to her lips and took a long draw on it. She pulled the cigarette from her lips and I briefly saw the dense white smoke in her mouth before she inhaled it into her lungs. She held it for several seconds and then exhaled a long white stream slowly in my direction. She said nothing as for the next several breaths streams of smoke continued from her nostrils. This dirty sweaty woman with hay in her hair and dust streaks on her skin was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. 

She said, "I think we should talk about this, I know you like looking at me and I really don't mind, but you are my best friend's son and I think we should be very careful about what we say and do."

"I think you are wonderful, I always have." I stumbled and stuttered on my words.

"Look," she said, "I am 38 years old, twice your age. I am not an attractive woman and even my own husband doesn't really want me anymore. You need to wake up and find a girl your own age."

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known," my words stumbled out. "Your husband is an idiot and a bully. My dad never liked him and neither do I. He is a complete idiot if he doesn't realize that you are more special than he could ever deserve."

She just looked into my eyes as she brought the cigarette to her lips with a shaky hand drawing deeply before inhaling and then very slowly exhaling and then she said, "Thank you for that, I think you really mean it."

"I do, I have always loved the way you treat people and how kind you are and how lovely you look, no matter what." 

She actually blushed. "Thank you, you have always been a special young man but I thought you watched me because I am so different, because I don't shave and never wear a bra. Actually, I was flattered that you seemed turned on by looking at me so much. I also worry because I am afraid your mom will notice and .... "She hesitated for several seconds, taking another long drag from her dwindling cigarette, "I enjoyed you looking at me and felt attractive because a handsome young man like you stared."

I was shocked and speechless. I watcher her rise and go to the door of the barn to stub out her cigarette and throw it out into the dirt. She came to me and took me by the hand and led me to the back loft door. We sat on a pile of loose hay and she lit another cigarette. I asked her, "Are you angry with me?" 

"No, no, no.......how could I be angry with you? You are the first man to say something nice to me in over 20 years. I am just worried and scared because you are so young and ... I am so attracted to you." She put the cigarette to her lips again and after inhaling deeply she began her long slow exhale when I reached out and took her hand in mine.

"I will always revere and respect you, you are so wonderful so if I am out of line please tell me and please forgive me." I then shocked myself again, as I leaned forward and gently touched her lips with mine. She met my kiss and we gently explore each other mouths with our lips and tongues. I had made out and petted with several girls but this was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. My cock felt like it was going to burst through my jeans. Shirley's mouth tasted smoky and was warm, her tongue was soft and warm and gently probing. After kissing for several minutes she pulled back and immediately took a deep drag on her cigarette. Our eyes were locked on each other and when she had exhaled half of the smoke I could wait no longer and pressed my lips to hers again, tasting the smoke and her mouth and gently we lay down side by side on the hay. She pulled away for a minute, and asked me "Are you really sure you want to do this with an old lady like me? " 

"Yes, more than anything, if you want to do this with a kid like me." She took one more long drag from her cigarette as she walked to the window and carefully put it out, being careful that no sparks were in the hay. Exhaling a long stream as she walked back to me she raised her arms, standing before me, and untied her helter behind her neck. Her thick brown underarm hair was highlighted by the light from the window and as she dropped the top and reached to untie the back I saw her lovely breasts bared for the first time. Her large areola's were reddish brown and covered with puckered bumps, and her nipples were sticking out like thick pegs and were an even darker brown. I rose to meet her and took a nipple in my mouth, gently sucking it as my hand covered her other breast. I was finally tasting and feeling those lovely breasts that I had fantasized about so long. As my fingertips reached to her underarm hair she raised her arms giving me full access and I ran my fingers through the thick sweaty fur that I had dreamed about for so long.

She moaned as I continued to suck her nipple feeling it grow huge in my mouth. "Harder" she said, "pull them, bite them, ohhhh,." She sank to my side and pulled me to her mouth as we began kissing again and my hands continued to explore her breasts and underarms.

I felt her hands on my belt as she opened my belt and unbuttoned my levis, pulling down my jeans and short is one motion freeing my drooling rock hard cock. She then grabbed my t shirt pulling it over my head leaving me naked from the ankles up. As she touched my cock a shock ran through me. I put my hand on hers and said "stop, I know I can't last and I want to be able to please you." She smiled and said, "I know you will cum pretty quickly, and that is ok. Let me help you to cum and then we can relax and enjoy each other." I laid back and she covered her hand with my pre-cum and her spit and began to slowly stroke me. She them began to tease my nipple with the tip of her tongue. No one had ever done that to me and it felt wonderful. I knew my nipple was as hard as hers and her hand stroking my cock was the finest feeling of my young life. Her other hand cupped my balls and she gently fondled them as she continued to slide her hand up and down my hard cock. On each up stroke she rubbed her thumb around the head of my penis and was giving me more pleasure than I had ever imagined. The stimulation of her tongue on my nipple and her slick hand stroking my cock was too much and I told her I was going to cum. She said, "later you can cum in my pussy and mouth, but this time I want to watch you and feel you shoot your load." She speeded up her hand on my cock and her tongue on my nipple and I felt the orgasm begin. Spurt after spurt of cum shot into the air and my stomach and her hand were covered. When I had slowed she quickly put her mouth over my cock, sucking the last of my cum and extending my orgasm for another minute. I lay there in the hay, sweating, hot, itchy and totally satisfied and tapped of energy. She continued to fondle my now limp cock as she reached for another cigarette and her lighter. She put the white tube in her mouth and lit it with one hand while the other kept stroking my wet but flaccid penis. 

"That was fun," she said, "in a little bit we will do it again but we will be able to take our time and have a lot of fun."

If you liked this please leave feedback. I would like to know how both male and females react to this story which is mostly true. Thank you for reading and I will write part two if it seems part one went well.

Mom's Friend was My First Love Ch. 02



Shirley and I lay there in the dusty scratchy hay for several minutes while I regained my strength. She quietly smoked with one hand while the other fondled my wet flaccid penis. Finally, she leaned over to me and kissed me. Her lips brushed mine at first and then we shared a soft gentle kiss that lasted for several minutes. Her tongue and mine explored each others mouth and when she finally broke away; my cock was at half mast already. Shirley looked down and smiled as she shook her head. "I had forgotten how quickly a young man can recover. Let's go to the house and get cleaned up before we take this any further."

Taking me by the hand, she and I walked to the door of the barn. Pausing, she looked at the dirty wet halter top in her hands and said, "Maybe you should give me your t-shirt, just in case someone comes up the drive." I quickly gave it to her and slipping it on we walked hand in hand to the house.

She stopped in the kitchen to fill two large glasses with water. We stood there looking into each other's eyes as we emptied them. Her breasts showed clearly under my dirty wet t-shirt and in the cooler kitchen her nipples became bumpy mountains pushing against the cloth. She said, "I know this is wrong, and probably the biggest mistake of my life."

We kept looking at each other and I leaned in and kissed her. It was another of those long soft deep kisses that seem to last forever. Her lips and tongue were cold from the water and my hands slowly slid up under the t-shirt to gently hold her warm breasts. I gently rolled her nipples between my thumb and finger and felt my cock grow rock hard again. She broke the kiss and said, "If we are going to keep doing this, let's get cleaned up and do it right."

Taking me by the hand again, she led me up a flight of stairs and through a large bedroom with a huge four poster bed. We passed the bed and entered a bathroom. It was much larger than modern bathrooms and in the old farmhouse was probably used for something else before indoor plumbing was introduced. Shirley stood facing me and began to remove her clothing. First my dirty and wet t-shirt came over her head and was discarded in the floor. Next she slid her shorts down and kicked them away. Standing there in her old fashioned cotton panties, she looked like a Greek goddess to me and I told her so. She laughed and told me to strip. Turning away, she stepped to the basin and began to brush her teeth. As I took off my tennis shoes and then dropped my jeans and underwear she gave her teeth a thorough brushing. I pressed in behind her, pressing my hard cock into the cleft between her buttocks as she rinsed her mouth with green mouthwash and spit into the sink.

Turning she kissed me again, and again I was dizzy with the soft warm deep kiss that made every cell in my body feel warm. This kiss had to have lasted several minutes and my cock found itself nestled against her abundant pubic hair. My hands lightly stroked her back and shoulders and I found myself lightly rubbing the back of her neck with the fingertips of my left hand. Her tongue lightly massaged my lips and even though I wanted to savagely enter her body, I was as unwilling to break the wonderful kiss as she was. Finally, she stepped back and looked into my eyes and said, "I thought you might like to try that again, without my nasty bad breath. Let's take a shower."

Once again taking the lead, Shirley stepped into the old fashioned bathtub with me behind her and pulled the plastic shower curtain closed. She then turned on the water and after it had warmed she turned on the shower head. The warm water felt wonderful and we began to wash each other's bodies. Washing this beautiful woman's body was a new and wonderful experience. I soaped my hands and began by gently washing her face, keeping the soap from her eyes carefully. I then worked my way down her body, soaping her back and then taking much more time her chest. I re-soaped my hands and then began washing her lower body by reaching around and taking my time with the surprisingly hard globes of her ass and then carefully soaping her pubic hair and between her legs. She would not let me linger there too long and I finished by kneeling as I washed her legs and feet. The feel of the soft hairs that covered her legs was amazing, and I was surprised that they turned me on even more. I found myself kneeling before her with her hands on my shoulders. My face was inches from the thick pubic hair that was a medium brown and had a narrow trail that extended all the way to her navel. There, the hair was soft and golden around her very tan navel. I had heard of oral sex but had never done it and on impulse I leaned in and buried my face in her thick hair kissing her vaginal lips. I expected to be pushed away but she held my head tightly as I probed with my lips and tongue finding her wet and smelling wonderfully musky. I ran my tongue up her wet slit sending it as deep as I could and she shuddered. At the top of my stroked I felt a hard nub and ran my tongue around it and flicked it. I knew nothing about the clitoris at that moment in life, but over the next several hours would get a complete education from this amazing 38 year old woman. I kept running my tongue up and down her pussy lips and in and out deeply and each time I reached the top she would shudder more. Finally, Shirley grabbed my head with both hands and held my tightly as I licked her hard clit. I kept flicking it with my tongue and she began whimpering and crying and shaking all over. Finally she sagged and my hands on her rear eased her down into the tub. I came up to her lips and kissed her and she did not hesitate to taste the musky liquids that she had left in my mouth. She was still breathing hard and we continued to kiss until, she, being ever the practical farm lady, said, "We need to finish before the hot water is gone."

We stood and quickly she began to wash me and then we washed each others hair. The water did indeed become lukewarm and then cold by the time we finished. I looked at her body, covered with goose bumps from the cold water. Her areolas were a dark reddish brown and were puckered and bumpy. Her nipples were erect and sticking out like miniature penises. The cold water had an effect on my body too. My nipples were rock hard buds that she pinched playfully and my cock had shrunk and my testicles retracted. We rubbed each other dry and then dashed for the bedroom and dove under the covers huddling together for warmth.

After a few minutes, we began to nuzzle and kiss each other again. After several long deep soft kisses, she said, "What you did to me in the shower was amazing, that was the first time anyone has ever put their mouth down there. Where did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't," I replied, "It just seemed like something I wanted to do and I am glad you liked it. Your husband doesn't do that for you?"

"No, he wants me to suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth, but he does nothing like that for me. He is not a very nice person and please let's not talk about him now." We began to kiss and fondle each other again and soon I was hard again and anxious and from the warmth of the blankets I could smell her wonderful wet musky smell again. I wanted to enter her and was anxious and perhaps sensing how anxious I was, Shirley once again took the lead. "We have all day, lay back and relax." 

Shirley kissed her way down my body and when she came to my rock hard cock she began to lick the head and to stroke it with her hands. Even though I had cum less than an hour before I was on the edge of an orgasm in seconds. Shirley then took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to run her tongue around it as she gently stroked it with her hands, fondling my balls and making me fight cumming too soon. She gradually began taking it deeper into her mouth and slowly I felt the head of my cock slide past the roof of her mouth and into her throat. I felt her lips at the base of my cock and her breath on my pubic hair as she slowly withdrew. It felt too wonderful for me to wonder how she could do such a think without gagging. Her wonderful hands followed her mouth and my cock was constantly surrounded by her warmth and love. I knew I was too close and putting my hand on her head, I loudly said, "I'm going to cum."

Shirley speeded up her stroking and her sucking and after a half dozen of her deep strokes I began to erupt into her mouth. She didn't break pace and later I wondered how she kept from choking as I shot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth and throat. Long after I had stopped spurting she kept stroking my cock with her mouth and did not stop until I was again limp and small.

She looked up at me and smiled and I pulled her up to kiss her deeply, tasting my cum in her mouth and not minding one bit. We snuggled for several minutes with my fondling her breasts gently and kissing her beautiful lips. "I wanted to make love to you," I said. 

She smiled and said, "We have plenty of time for that, and I want you to be relaxed and I want that first time to last and be memorable." She lay back then on her back an put one hand behind the pillow. I had forgotten my fascination with her hairy body but seeing again the long brown underarm hair reminded me and I reached out to run my fingertips through it. She smiled and we kept kissing.

"Why don't you shave, I mean, it's really ok and all, but I just wondered why you don't when the rest of my mom's friends do." 

She smile again, and said, "I work hard every day. Shaving takes a lot of time and it seemed like I always had a rash and irritation. You should try doing hard sweaty work with you underarms and legs on fire. Do you mind the hair? If you do I will go trim or shave it before we do more."

"No, actually I have always thought it made you look very sexy, I guess you think I am a pervert don't you?"

"Not at all, sometimes it amazes me how many guys stare and seem to get excited when they see my legs or underarms. If you like it, then I am very glad. I have a question for you now. I was trying not to smoke, since you don't and I know how terrible my breath is when I am smoking, but would you mind if I had a cigarette now? I will brush my teeth and use mouthwash again afterwards but I will be a lot more relaxed if I can have a cigarette."

They say even a blind pig roots out an acorn once in a while. I managed to do the exact right thing and later she told me how much it pleased her. I reached over to the bedside table and taking a cigarette from the pack I placed it between her lips and picking up the lighter lit it for her. She took a puff and released it to get it lit, then drew deeply on the cigarette and taking it from her mouth I saw the dense smoke briefly before she inhaled it. She held it for about two seconds and then very slowly exhaled a long dense stream straight up. At the end of her exhale with smoke still coming from her lips and nostrils I leaned in and kissed her. My tongue again found hers and the taste and smell of her cigarette was not unpleasant at all. At the end of the kiss she took another long drag as I kissed my way down to her beautiful chest and began to nibble and suckle her hard brown nipples as my fingers lightly played in her thick underarm hair. Thinking back on it now makes it seem like something strange and bizarre, but with Shirley it seemed like the right and natural thing to do.

If part two goes over well I will soon add part three. Thank you for reading.



Mom's Friend was My First Love Ch. 03



I would like to thank all of you who have taken the time to read my stories and to give me feedback. This story is from my memories and is 90% true. I do not remember the exact dialog between us and have tried to insert what probably was said and I am sure I was more clumsy and stumbling with my real words than appears here. If you wonder why this story has the "fetishes" I can only say that "It is what it is, because it was". Shirley infected me for life, with an appreciation for natural women. I am amazed that today if a man prefers a woman to remove all of her body hair it is normal and if he prefers her in her God given state it is a fetish. I would love feedback. If the lady from Arkansas who sent me feedback on Part one will do so again, I would like to correspond with you on ideas and thoughts. Thank you again for reading.

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Shirley never tired of my suckling her large brown nipples. Later on I was to learn that other women seemed to tire quickly of too much attention paid to their nipples, becoming tender and sore, but Shirley always seemed to want more and never pushed me away. 

As she lay there enjoying my attention to her breasts she moaned and whimpered occasionally and lightly rubbed her fingers through my hair. I watched her face as I flicked her hard nipples with my tongue, loving the play of expressions and emotions. Her face was very tan and was framed by her short blond hair. 

At 38 she had fine lines beginning next to her eyes and by her mouth. Her lips were full and hard to resist as I often went from her breasts to her lips for a long soft kiss. She smoked her cigarette slowly, each drag taking several seconds and then pausing just briefly with the dense smoke showing before inhaling it deeply. After a few seconds she would very slowly release the smoke towards the ceiling as if hesitant to let it go. At the end of each exhale trickles of smoke from her nose would join the larger stream from her lips. 

Those lips drew me back again and again for long slow deep kisses that she never seemed to tire of. Finally, she finished her cigarette and reached to the night table to crush it out while holding the last deep inhale. As she lay back on the pillow I covered her mouth with mine kissing her deeply. I didn't smoke and never have, but the smoke that was in her mouth and that I inhaled while kissing her did not phase me at all, passion overcame my previous distaste for smoking. 

From her lips I kissed my way down her chest to those wonderful erect nipples again as my fingers continued to toy in the thick hair under her arms. On impulse I trailed my lips from her breast to her underarm, burying my nose and lips in the thick fur. She inhaled sharply but did not push me away as I trailed my tongue through the hair. Since we had just showered she tasted only faintly salty from her perspiration and this act that I would previously have thought disgusting made my flaccid cock start to harden yet again.

She seemed to enjoy this attention to her underarms and I continued pushing her other arm over her head and slicking down the hair there with my tongue as well. My fingers roamed to her hairy pussy and I cupped her whole mound and massaged it. She once again inhaled deeply arching her back and I slipped a finger inside of her finding an abundance of her slick lubricant. I followed the first finger with a second and with my fingertips massaged the inner walls for her pussy.

Her breathing was getting deeper and I remembered how much she had enjoyed the tip of my tongue on her clit so I rubbed around it and flicked it with my thumb. She gasped and said, "Gently Hon, that part of a woman is very sensitive. I little light attention goes a long way there. When I am cumming I like a lot more pressure but just be gentle now."

Shirley's right hand felt for my cock which was now fully erect again. She began to stroke it gently and to smear the pre-cum around the head. I again took one of her big brown nipples into my mouth and gently sucked and tongued it as I continued to stroke my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Shirley's breathing deepened and she arched her back again and realizing she was having an orgasm I began to rub her soaking clit a little firmer with my thumb. She whimpered and moaned and humped my hand as I stroked her faster and faster. 

I was amazed how long her orgasm lasted and began a lifelong envy of women who can come long and cum often. After what seemed like two or three minutes of thrashing under my hand she let out a loud moan and relaxed. Looking down, her pussy fur was soaked and matted from my manipulations and my hand and fingers were soaking with her slick juices. Shirley's face had been twisted in orgasmic pleasure and now relaxed as she smiled at me. I met her lips with mine, very softly and we shared a deep long kiss. 

"Thank you", she said, "that was wonderful." Shirley then reached to the bedside table and took a cigarette from the pack. I took the lighter from her hands, a worn old Zippo that she always seemed to have handy. I lit the cigarette for her and her first drag was exceptionally long and deep. As she began her usual long slow exhale I placed my pussy soaked hand on her breast and began rubbing the juices into her nipple.

"Gentle, they are still touchy and excited", she said. I lightly spread her cream over both nipples making them shiny and wet and was delighted with the childlike mess I was making. She just smiled at me as I leaned in and began to clean them gently with my tongue.

Shirley's hand continued its light caressing of my cock which was now drooling heavily with pre-cum. She smiled as she watched me lick her cum from a hard nipple and then put her fingers soaked with my pre-cum in her mouth and sucked them clean. "Mmmmm, she said, nice and salty and sweet."

What we were doing seemed extremely nasty to me but I was so turned on I had to kiss her and our tongues shared the taste of our love lubricants. I wanted badly to slide my cock into her and was getting very impatient. Sensing this from my not so subtle thrusts in the direction of her wet fur, Shirley took a long drag on her cigarette and reached to put it in the ashtray. She pulled me over her as she did her slow exhale to the side and reached down to guide me in. 

She was the perfect first love telling me, "Take it slow at first, Hon, and if you cum quickly it is ok, just enjoy it because this first time is for you."

Shirley guided my now rock hard cock to her pussy. She rubbed my sensitive head back and forth in her hair and across her lips. She shuddered again as she rubbed the tip several times back and forth over her clit. She then guided my cock to the opening and I eased the head inside. It was hot and wet and wonderful. I had never felt anything so good. I fought the desire to rush, and slowly eased it down another inch holding myself above her on stiff arms. 

Shirley was smiling at me and rubbing her hands over my chest. I slid in another inch enjoying the hot wet feeling as I slowly buried myself inside her. Finally, I slowly buried myself to the hilt feeling our pubic bones grind and our pubic hairs much together. Every sensation was vivid and wonderful and as I realized that I was no longer a virgin. I withdrew again just as slowly, savoring each feeling and the lost warmth.

As I began entering Shirley a second time she continued rubbing my chest and began playing with my nipples. She told me later she had expected wild frenzied fucking for my first time and was shocked at my restraint. Like a kids with his first ice cream cone, I wanted this to last. When I bottomed out this time I paused again and ground against Shirley's groin, loving the feeling and the heat.

This time I withdrew a little faster and entered a little faster and began a pace of slow fucking that felt better than anything on earth. Now Shirley was raising her hips and thrusting to meet me and I felt like I became thicker as her pussy walls seemed to massage my cock. I would not have lasted long, but having cum twice in the past two hours gave me a little more stamina.

Shirley's smile was gone now as I stroked my cock in and out of her steaming furry pussy. She held my nipples between her finger and thumb on both hands and flicked and played with them as I fucked her. Shirley's breathing deepened and her breasts became pink and mottled and flushed. She began to whimper and moan again and I began to thrust into her faster.

I lowered myself to kiss her and this time our tongues were not gentle as they too tried to fuck each other as my cock worked like a piston in her pussy. Shirley's moans got louder and she began to thrash beneath me meeting each of my deep thrusts with her own. We broke our kiss and I raised myself up as she began to pinch and twist my nipples with her fingers as she came. 

At about the third or fourth loud "Ohhhhhh", that came from Shirley's mouth I felt my orgasm approaching. I began to thrust wildly trying to go even deeper, slamming into Shirley and feeling her heat extend up my cock, through my testicles and into my whole body. I continued pumping wildly as I began to empty my cum into her already soaking pussy. Shirley cried out loud as she felt my hot cum fill her pussy, pulling and twisting my nipples and moaning over and over. As my orgasm started to subside I kept pumping, not wanting the feeling to ever end and then gradually slowing down to the slow even stroking I had started with.

I looked down into Shirley's face. It was red and flushed and tears had filled her eyes and streaked down to her ears. She was whimpering and crying gently. I kissed her lips and asked her "What's wrong, are you ok?"

She said, laughing through her tears, "Everything is fine, it was wonderful, it was perfect."

I lay there on Shirley, suspending most of my weight on my arms and kept myself deep inside her feeling my cock deflating and loving even that feeling as the sensitive head slid down her canal on its way to the outside. We lay there in each others arms, touching our lips gently and holding each other close.

When my cock finally slipped from Shirley, I slipped to her side and we lay facing each other holding each other close. I know I thanked her for the best thing that had ever happened to me and I remember she laughed at me and told me that it was her pleasure too. We lay there in each other's arms for the next hour. We talked and kissed and gently fondled, both too sensitive and sore for much more. 

I belatedly worried about Shirley getting pregnant and she assured me that she had been "fixed" in her farm girl words. She worried that she had damaged my tender 19 year old mind by seducing me and admitted she had wanted us to be in each other's arms when she asked me to come and help her on the farm.

Shirley and I got together many more times and while this concludes our first day together and the loss of my virginity, I may be inspired to write more stories about myself and Shirley. Her life was more tragic than I had thought and her brutal husband and daughters would be part of any future stories. 



Mom's Friend was My First Love Ch. 04



I ended chapter three by saying that it was the end of the story of that first day when I lost my virginity. Actually, Shirley, who was the ever practical farm girl, lay there with me cuddling and kissing for a half hour and then she and I got up and dressed and finished out a long day working on the farm. When I went home that night at almost 9 pm I was dirty and sweaty and my penis and testicles were sore. I was a happy 19 year old and slept like a log that night.

The next day I arrived bright and early at the farm and Shirley met me at the gate again. Today I was going to be mowing another hay field while she raked the next field and began bailing. She had the water jug and had packed sandwiches in an old army pack. We walked arm in arm to the machine shed where the tractors were parked. Once inside she spun me around and pulled my head down to her lips. The kiss lasted for several minutes and was soft and warm and deep. She tasted of tobacco and cinnamon and as we kissed she ground her groin into mine giving me a painful erection. Today she was wearing a white blouse with the tails out and I ran my hands under the loose shirt and caressed her breasts and nipples.

When we finally broke the kiss she said, "I was going to wait until lunch and then attack you under the trees by the field but I had to do that now. She looked down at my erection holding my pants out like a tent with a wet spot already forming from pre-cum. "I just love being with a young guy again. I think we should take the edge off of you again so that later you will be able to last longer."

Shirley pulled me out of sight in the shed and knelt at my feet. She pulled my buckle open and unbuttoned my jeans. Tugging them down, she let my cock spring free and immediately wrapped her lips around the head, just tonguing and sucking the head as she used her hand on my shaft. It felt wonderful and I was afraid I would not last very long. She slid her lips further down my shaft wetting it all the way and then slowly withdrew. After repeating this several times she let the purple head pop out of her mouth as she looked up at me. 

"You like?" she asked, as she continue to stroke my wet cock slowly with her hand. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, a slow and tender kiss with my tongue and hers making love to each other. Her mouth now had a salty taste of my abundant pre-cum and I savored her flavor. When we finally broke the kiss she again took my cock into her mouth.

After another half dozen slow strokes she again pulled her mouth away. She said, "I love sucking your cock and feeling it in my hands. I want to watch you cum and yet I want to feel you spurt in my mouth." She then slid my cock slowly back in until the head felt like it was rubbing the back of her throat. 

I was close to the point of no return and as Shirley felt me press forward to meet her she began to bob her head on my cock with her hands following her mouth. With one hand she began to fondle my balls and I felt my cum rising. I said, "Going to cum".

Shirley actually made a growling sound and began to fuck my with her mouth faster as her hands jacked me furiously. The first spurt was in her mouth and then she pulled my cock from her mouth and continued to jack it into her face letting the tip spew cum on her lips and cheeks. My cock went back into her mouth and she continued sucking the head and stroking it with her hands until my orgasm was over and I began to go limp.

"Wow, what a great way to start the day," she said, "Did you enjoy your blowjob?" I found that Shirley loved to talk what she called "sexy dirty talk." She like the term blowjob and used it often over the next several days.

I pulled Shirley to her feet and kissed her, not minding my cum still in her mouth and on her lips. She kissed me deeply and her saliva and mine were flavored with the cum she had sucked from my body. As we separated from the long kiss, she once again got back to business and directed me to start the tractor and hooked up the cycle mower. She went to the other tractor and started it. The rake was already to go and she headed for the fields.

We mowed and racked all morning and at lunch time she signaled me to head for the shaded area along the fields. In the sudden quiet after we had turned off both tractors I felt in awe of this wonderful woman as I watched her spread an old army blanket on the ground. She turned to face me and unbuttoned her blouse, dropping it to the ground. Her shoes and jeans followed and she stood there naked, having worn no undergarments. 

I stripped too and she stood watching me. I have not told you much about myself yet. I am 5 ft 10 inches tall. At 19 I had done a lot of hard work and had inherited my father's muscular build. I had a thick chest and shoulders and a tight waist. My butt is non existent, and my legs are thick and muscular. Shirley was slim and very muscular for a woman from all of her hard work. Her breasts were not overly large, but I loved her large areolas and her perky nipples.

She said, "I thought we could fuck before we ate." I stepped to her arms, already hard as a rock and wrapped her slender body into my arms kissing her deeply. My cock found a nest in her abundant pubic hair and we sank to the blanket still kissing. Shirley guided me until I was lying on my back and she was straddling me. She raised up and taking my cock, she began rubbing the head through her pubic hair and up and down her soaking wet slit. 

"I have been thinking about this all morning, and I need your cock inside of me." She inserted the head between her lips and slowly lowered herself onto me a couple of inches. She rose back up and then lowered herself again a little further. It felt wonderful to me and I hoped I could hold off and give her pleasure. Each time she rose up and lowered herself she took me a bit deeper and soon I was sliding in all the way to the hilt.

After a minute of slowly fucking me from above, Shirley began to make a series of deep throaty moans and to slowly grind her pubic bone into mine at the end of each stroke. Remembering what she had asked yesterday, I reached up and too her nipples and areola's between my thumbs and fingers and began to roll and pinch them. She moaned louder and began long deep strokes and going faster and faster.

I felt Shirley's whole body spasm and jerk and her moans became louder with whimpers and crying as she slammed herself into me over and over fucking me brutally and me loving every stroke. I felt my own orgasm rise and as she lowered her body lower and I pinched her nipples harder I started to shoot my hot cum into her beautiful hairy pussy. I was amazed at how much was running from her, a combination of our cum and finally she sank onto me, burying her face into my neck.

We lay like that, breathing hard, for several minutes. Finally she raised herself enough to press her lips to mine and we kissed deeply and softly. When she finally broke away she sat up smiled at me. "That was wonderful," she said, "I hope it was as good for you."

I assured her it was wonderful for me too and then, with me still half hard and buried inside her pussy, she sat tightly pressed to my groin and we began to talk. She told me that she knew what we were doing was wrong and for any bad feelings I might have she was very sorry. I assured her that for me this was a wonderful experience. 

She then began to talk about her husband and daughters. She laughed when she felt me deflate the rest of the way inside of her and simply pressed more tightly to keep my cock trapped inside of her. Talking about her family brought me down to earth in a hard way. She told me her husband drank too much and was often abusive to her. She said he was mostly nice to the girls, especially the two older ones who adored him. She told me he had always resented the fact that the farm was hers in a family trust and he could never own any part of it himself. As a result, he did very little work around the farm and worked at the auto plant in the next town.

I asked her if he was mean to her youngest daughter, who had just turned 16. She said he tolerated her because she was just like her mother. I was to learn that MJ, as she called her youngest daughter, hero worshiped mom. MJ had never shaved her underarms because her mother didn't and Shirley suspected that she was smoking too, just like mom. Shirley said she didn't really approve but was not about to pass judgment on her daughter for wanting to be like her. She had told MJ that she didn't want her to smoke but she knew that ultimately she could not control her at that age.

I asked her when she had started smoking. She told me that when she was a kid her father had smoked all the time and she thought it smelled wonderful. She said she wanted to be like her dad and by the time she was 13 she was taking puffs from his cigarettes when her mother wasn't watching and by 15 was smoking on her own. As we talked about smoking, she leaned over and snagged her cigarettes and the old Zippo lighter. She lit one as she explained to me that the lighter was the only thing she had left of her father's other than the farm.

As she took a deep drag and did her usual slow exhale I remember thinking how strange it was to have my drained penis inside this beautiful woman while she sat on my and told me part of her life's story. I asked about her father and she said he had died of cancer when she was 15. Her mother, a very weak and insecure woman, had remarried within a year. Shirley told me her stepfather hated everything about her dad and threw away all of his clothes and possessions, even selling his tools and shotguns. He said the farm was his and Shirley and her sister had better "toe the line".

At this point I had been fondling Shirley's beautiful breasts and her big brown nipples were again hard, in spite of it being a hot day. Her areolas were bumpy and puckered and festinated me. She played with my nipples with one hand as she talked and when her cigarette was finished, she immediately lit another one. I moved one hand to her underarm fur and as she told me she had hidden her father's Zippo lighter and continued to smoke in spite of her step father's warnings. She paused to take a second deep drag on her cigarette and looked down on me and smiled. My cock had risen, and was again filling her nicely.

She began her slow long exhale and I reached up and lowered her, reversing our positions until I was over her and our soaking groins were still tightly mated together. "Well, are you going to wait until I finish my cigarette?"

I didn't answer, but slowly backed my hard cock out of her and then slowly slid it home again She took another deep long drag as I slid slowly out again, almost leaving her body and then slid slowly back inside of her. "Do you like me?" she said?

I paused, "I like you very much, and I like everything about you." 

"You like fucking me, but I am much older than you and I don't shave and I smoke and you are going to get tired of me right away." She actually looked sad, and it was amazing I kept the erection that was now paused in mid stroke.

"Well, you could quit smoking and shave if you think that would make you feel better", I told her, starting another long slow and deep stroke with my cock. At that moment I wanted the joyous fucking that she had taught me, but I knew she had things on her mind and I really cared for her.

"Do you want me to do those things?"

"Not for me, I like all of your hair. Seeing your underarms and the hair on your tummy gives me hard-ons and it has for years. I hate women, who smoke, but on you it is sexy and I like it when you smoke, even now while I am trying to fuck you." I wanted to say "make love" but used her words instead.

Shirley smiles and said, "Well then, fuck me". She took a long slow draw on the cigarette and as she exhaled it past my head I began stroking my cock into her pussy again. I looked down and saw my hard cock sliding into her furry pussy and looked up the line of hair to the light hair around her navel and up to her hard dark nipples and furry underarms. I realized, I did love her hairy body and later I figured out it was because I really loved her. 

I continued stroking in and out of her while she finished her cigarette. It felt wonderful but after cumming earlier I now had some stamina to continue. Shirley finally took one last long deep draw on the cigarette as if she was trying to inhale the smoke all the way down to her pussy. As she flipped it into the dirt by the blanket I began to kiss her and pump myself into her faster and faster. Her exhale surrounded us with smoke and once again it not only didn't bother me, but seemed like a sexual and normal thing.

Shirley began to groan again, her deep throaty groan ending in whimpers as she bucked against me and her breasts flushed and became mottled and red. Her orgasm lasted for 20 or more strokes and once again I marveled at her ability and envied her. I slowed my stroking and then stopped as she said, "Wait a minute, please."

I froze above her as she trembled beneath me for several minutes. She then began playing with my nipples again and said, "your turn, cum for me, cum hard and hot in me." I started stroking into her again, finding the long slow deep strokes felt the best. I pushed one of her arms over her head and began sucking her nipple again, loving the hard rubbery feel of it in my mouth. I continued stroking in and out of her as I licked down the side of her breast and buried my nose and lips into her underarm hair. I loved the way it felt and even the strong salty sweaty taste had her musky woman smell on it.

My speed increased until I was pounding into her as deeply as I could, and when I heard her began to whimper and growl with another orgasm I raised up and gave her everything I had, feeling myself begin to shoot into her again and again until finally, totally spent I fell to the blanket beside her.

We lay in each other's arms for a long time. We kissed gently and just looked into each other's eyes and fondled and caressed each other. I wanted to just fall asleep with this beautiful woman in my arms but once again, Shirley was practical and suggested that we eat. We sat naked, looking at each other and ate our sandwiches. We drank cup after cup of water from the jug, our sweaty dehydrated bodies absorbing the water. Finally, we dressed and spent the rest of the day on the tractors. I finished my mowing and soon we were baling the hay onto the two big farm wagons. She ran the tractor and baler and I stacked the hay. 

I know this does not seem like a very romantic or sexy way to end the day, but that is how it really happened. Shirley did give me a hand-job as we kissed and I fondled her breasts before I went home that night after dark again. I was sore and touchy and it didn't take long for me to let go and squirt a small amount of cum onto the back of her hand. I guess my tank had finally run dry.

The next part of the story I am hesitant to tell. There is more story and less sex but it leads eventually to other great sexual experiences. The next part involves brutal punishment Shirley received as a teen and it involves her daughter finding out about Shirley and I. 

As always, your feedback and comments are very welcome. I ask that you remember that this story is mostly true, only the dialog is made up because I cannot remember that. I am also still very interested in hearing from any ladies who might have had such experiences and have thoughts on mine. When my true story is finished I would like to try a few fictional stories.



Mom's Friend was My First Love Ch. 05



The next morning I woke up long before the alarm. My cock was sore and my balls ached and I could not wait to get back to Shirley for more sex. When I arrived at her farm she came quickly from the house and as I started to take her into my arms she said, "Don't do that, let's go to the barn because we have to talk."

When we got to the barn she told me that her youngest daughter had arrived home late last night having caught a ride from the state fair with a neighboring farmer. She and her father had gotten into a big fight and he had sent her packing. My heart sank. I had thought we had five days of glorious sex to look forward to and now we had a 16 year old chaperone. 

Shirley pushed me into a dark corner and her mouth covered mine with a deep hungry kiss. Her breath was coffee and cigarettes and it appeared she had not done her usual brushing and mouthwash that morning. It didn't matter, as my tongue and hers began stroking each other and my cock rose quickly to full mast. Today Shirley was wearing a tank top which I quickly pulled up and over her head. Her jeans were quickly unsnapped and kicked off as I tore off mine. 

I pushed Shirley against the wall but she quickly said, "No, turn around this way." With my back to the wall Shirley could see through the cracks in the barn wood and could see anyone coming to the barn. I lifted her up and she reached down to guide my cock into her already soaking pussy. "I am really sore, but I had to have your cock in me" she said as I lowered her all the way down. 

Having sex while standing is not easy chore, but I was 19 years old and this sexy woman had me in a state of unbelievable heat. I put my hands on her tight butt cheeks and leaning back against the wall I began lifting and lowering her onto my cock. I desperately wanted to touch her breasts but it just wasn't possible and beside, her pussy sliding up and down my hard and sore cock was heavenly. Shirley put her hands over her head and I pushed my nose into her sweaty underarm hair. I knew by now that she enjoyed this as much as I did. She whispered, "Make it fast, she was waking up when I met you and might come out at any minute. Please fuck me, make me cum." 

I picked up the pace and my shoulders and arms began to ache as I lifted and lowered her entire weight onto my cock. Shirley began to whimper and groan and I knew she was coming. I began thrusting my hips upward to meet her each time I lowered her and I felt my orgasm building. Shirley let out a loud "oohhhh" as she felt my hot cum begin flooding her pussy. I kept fucking her in this painful position until we were both finished and my cock was deflating.

As I lowered her to the ground she leaned in to kiss me deeply and hard. When we broke the kiss she grabbed her clothing and quickly dressed, kissed me again and ran for the house. I stood there sweating and regaining my breath as I dressed. The night before, we had brought in the two hay wagons fully loaded and they were sitting by the hay elevator waiting to be unloaded. I started the tractor and engaged the power take-off and the long sloping elevator began running. I began taking the hay off the wagon and sending it up the elevator. Since I was working alone, I had to stop after around 15-20 bales, stop the elevator and climb to the barn to stack the rapidly growing pile of hay. After my second trip to the loft to stack bales I stepped outside to the water faucet and had a long drink and ran water over my head. I jumped when I heard a female voice. "Hello, how are you doing?"

I was Shirley's daughter, Marjean. This was the daughter who hero worshipped her mother and I vowed to myself to be very careful and do nothing to hurt their relationship. 

"Hi MJ, I am hot and dirty and getting tired already, but other than that I am fine."

She laughed and said, "Only Mom calls me MJ, everyone else calls me Jean." I apologized and explained that her mother had talked about her and that is why I erred.

"It's ok, you can call me MJ too," she said, "I kind of like the way you say it." It felt like she was flirting with me and there was no way I was going to flirt with her or take any chances with this sixteen year old kid. Well, maybe not such a kid. MJ was wearing a tube top, my friends and I called them boob tubes back then. It was fairly narrow and showed a lot of skin. I noticed that she had a fairly healthy bust-line and the skin on her shoulders and stomach was very tan. She also had on very short shorts that were hip-huggers and the legs stopped at crotch level.

I excused myself and started the elevator tractor and began unloading more hay. MJ sat out of the sun and dust and watched me. The tractor and elevator were much too noisy for us to talk. When I stopped the tractor 20 bales later and climbed to the loft she followed me.

"I thought you were spending the week at the fair." I said. 

"I was," she replied, "but my dad caught me doing something he didn't approve of and made me come home."

"Really, were you robbing old ladies and knocking over liquor stores?" I joked with her.

"No, he caught me smoking again. It is the third time and now I am grounded for the summer."

I continued to stack the hay not really knowing what to say to this kid. At 19 I thought of myself as very much older and more sophisticated than her and the past several days had added a lot to my confidence in myself. She might have been more interesting to me a week ago, but her mother had stolen my lust and my heart.

When I finished and climbed down she again followed me. "It could be worse I guess, grounding isn't as bad as what some people get." She went over to the barn door and reached up to the beam over the door and took down a pack of cigarettes. They were Marlboro's and she had a book of matches tucked into the cellophane. "I guess I should get rid of these. You won't tell if I smoke one will you?" 

When I said it was none of my business she lit one and inhaled deeply. It was obvious she was an experienced smoker. I noticed she had the same long slow exhales as her mother directing a long dense white stream of smoke upward. "Mom knows I smoke and I know she won't tell my Dad. She's making lunch to take along and getting ready to finish baling with you today. I am going to go along and help."

Great, I thought, the darn kid is going to haunt us all day and Shirley and I will have to keep our distance. I was aggravated and got a big cup of water from the hydrant and stepped inside the barn to drink it, trying to get away from MJ and hoping she would go back to the house. Instead she followed me inside.

"When my Mom was my age, her step dad caught her smoking and punished her right here in the barn." She took a long deep drag and slowly exhaled, waiting for my reaction.

"Really", I said, "What happened?" Shirley had just told me the day before about her father dying and her mother marrying a real jerk. I remembered my own father saying that the guy was a mean bastard.

She really had my attention now and seemed to be enjoying it. "Well, he was really mean and he took her over here to the center posts and whipped her. She told me all about it one night last year when I was grounded and my dad wanted to take a belt to my behind."

"He whipped her? He really actually used a whip on her?" I was incredulous.

"Yes," she said, "She said he used to quote the bible and talk about scourging evil people." MJ walked over between two thick posts that supported the center beam of the barn. They were about 8-10 feet apart. There were heavy cast iron hooks on them and from the hooks hung binder's twine. This is the fuzzy cheap string that hay bailer's tie bales of hay with. Whenever a bale of hay was broken for feed the loops of twine would be hung over the hooks. It couldn't be used again in a bailer, but most farmers found lots of used for it around the farm.

MJ reached for a long end from one post and then stepped toward the other post catching a long piece of twine there also. She took a deep drag on her cigarette and crushed it out on the dirt floor. As she exhaled she wound the twine around her wrists and hands shortening it and causing her arms to rise above her head. As she stood there spread eagled, I was speechless and waited for her to continue.

I had forgotten that Shirley had told me that MJ didn't shave her underarms either and I saw she had a thick and healthy growth of hair in her armpits. Her hair was darker than her mothers and her long dark hair hanging over her shoulders and the tufts in her armpits were almost dramatic against her smooth skin.

"First he slapped her so hard he stunned her. He pulled her shirt off over her head and tied her like this between these two posts. Next he got a whip from the stockroom and stood in front of her telling her how evil she was and that no daughter of his would smoke. He was also angry because she wasn't wearing a bra and told her she was a whore if she didn't wear proper clothing. Mom said she was so angry that she screamed at him and told him that she wasn't his daughter and would do what she wanted."

"Mom said he went behind her and started to whip her. She said she felt like her back was on fire. She said he talked to her the whole time telling her how bad she was and how evil. When he had whipped her back for a long time he came to the front and told her he was going to whip her titties for not wearing a bra. She said he hit her breasts five times and she almost passed out."

I could not believe what MJ was telling me. This lovely young girl was standing there spread-eagled telling me about her mother's whipping as if she was story telling at the library. I noticed that while she was talking her nipples had grown very hard and erect and were making large bumps in her tube top. I also realized that her story and looking at her had given me a painful erection again. 

I turned and quickly went out to start the tractor and elevator and began to feverishly work. When I looked over my shoulder, MJ was walking to the house. I finished with the near empty wagon and moved in the other one and unloaded it too. When I finished unloading the second wagon, I saw Shirley and MJ coming from the house with lunch and a jug of ice water.

We spent the whole day finishing the hay field, baling and hauling it in. Talk was casual but I noticed MJ always seemed to be staring at me when I was working. When I took my shirt off that afternoon she openly stared at me. I was glad when we got the last load back to the barn and Shirley told MJ to go and prepare supper while she helped my unload it.

After MJ was safely in the house, I wrapped Shirley in my arms and kissed her deeply. "I have wanted to do that all day," I told her. We kissed for a few more minutes and then unloaded the hay. While we were stacking we began talking.

Shirley smiled as she looked at me, "Did you now MJ has a huge crush on you?"

"No, she couldn't have, she's just a kid." I was shocked and upset. I didn't really want a sixteen year old to have a crush on my, especially since I was fucking her mother.

"She does, and you need to be careful. MJ is enough like me to reach for what she wants." I assured Shirley that she had nothing to worry about and I would be totally honorable to her daughter. She laughed and told me she was not worried and that she trusted me. I then told her about MJ's story about her being whipped. Shirley and I had stopped to take a breather and were sitting on a bale of hay close enough to the door for us to watch the house for MJ. 

Shirley told me it was true, and not knowing how much MJ had told me she told me the whole story again, almost exactly but with a little more detail. Shirley had lit a cigarette as she talked and I was toying with her face and neck and had unbuttoned her blouse to fondle her lovely breasts. She had her free hand in my lap and stopped her story to release my cock. She began to stroke me as we again kissed and she reached under my shirt to lightly rub my nipples while she jacked me. We kept kissing and after a couple of minutes I began to cum squirting small amounts of cum that landed on her hand and wrist. 

After I had grown limp Shirley continued to fondle my sore cock as we kissed and our tongues gave each other a massage. After about five minutes of silence and kissing and me fondling her breasts she continued her story. She told me about each lash across her back that left welts but no blood. She said she would have sworn she was bleeding and being cut to pieces but was surprised later that the skin had not been cut. She began telling me about the lashes across her breasts and how much they had hurt when suddenly she stopped talking and looked down.

My cock was rock hard again and standing at attention. A healthy drop of pre-cum had leaked out. "Well, it seems my little story has you excited again in record time."

I was embarrassed and upset and apologized to her as my cock deflated. Shirley told me to stop apologizing. She said that she had told this story to her husband when they were first married and every time she told him, he would get erections. She then told me that her step-father had whipped her numerous times until she turned 18 and left home and if I promised not to tell she would tell me a secret even her husband did not know.

I promised on my life, and she said, "Don't misunderstand me, I hated the pain and his being so brutal, but every time he whipped me my pussy would be soaking wet. When he finished and sent me to my room I would masturbate over and over." 

Looking down at my cock which was again rock hard in her hand, she said, "I think there is something about a woman being whipped that excites a lot of men and even some women."

I then told Shirley about something that had happened to me when I was eleven years old. I had seen a 16 year old neighbor girl being whipped by her parents. This was also for smoking and getting caught at school. I had not had sex with the girl but when I had let her know what I had witnessed, I did have my first sexual contact of my life with her. I told Shirley that I had always become aroused and got erections if I saw a woman whipped in a movie or read about it in a book.

Shirley kissed me again and again began stroking my cock while talking. She started the story over again from the beginning and told me in great detail about her whipping as she stroked my cock. When she felt me thrusting into her hand she knew I was ready to cum and she knelt quickly at my feet and took my cock into her mouth and sucked the head as she jacked me off into her mouth.

Even after so much sex in three days I had a long intense orgasm. Shirley lashed the head of my cock with her tongue as her wet hand stroked me. When I was drained she once again rose and we kissed deeply. She lit her usual cigarette and we cuddled and held each other as she smoked it and didn't talk at all. When MJ called from the house that supper was ready, Shirley told me that she thought I was very special. I told her that I loved her and she smiled, kissed me deeply and then left for the house.

This chapter was difficult because I am still embarrassed thirty-three years later that a story of a woman being whipped can get me so excited. It did then and it does now. Shirley spent a lot of time making me feel better about it. I have never hurt a woman nor had any desire to do so, but even today it has such an effect. I am sure the critics will burn me at the stake for this, but I did promise to tell the truth.

There is more to this story and there is a chapter about myself and MJ several years later. Thank you for reading and as always, your comments are welcome.



Mom's Friend was My First Love Ch. 06



Some of you have written to ask why Shirley did not divorce her husband. Why would she stay married and have an affair with someone half her age? I have no answer to that question but it occurred to me then and many times since then. Her life changed drastically two years later including divorce and failing health. I do not know if she was waiting for MJ to turn 18 or what else could have motivated her. I was 19, very horny and very much in love with this wonderful lady so whatever her motivation, I didn't question it.

I remember that I didn't sleep much that night. I kept thinking about Shirley and MJ and the past three days of wonderful sex. I also thought about her story of punishment by her cruel stepfather and I admit, even then I found it hard to believe. I also know that every time I replayed it in my mind I had an erection of my very sore penis. Four day's earlier I had been a virgin and now vast worlds of sexual fascination had opened up to me.

I slept past the alarm the next morning and was over an hour late driving out to the farm. We had several more days work to finish the hay fields and when I got to the farm Shirley had already gone out to mow the next area. Since there was still hay to unload from the wagon and to stack, I got busy on it right away.

Soon after starting the tractor, which ran the elevator, MJ appeared at the barn. She told me that I was supposed to come to the field as soon as I finished. I worked for over an hour with her sitting and watching and trying to talk to me over the loud tractor and clanking elevator. I pushed myself hard and finally stopped for water and to take a breather. When I stepped outside for water, MJ retrieved her pack of Marlboros and followed me.

Outside she lit a cigarette and I again noticed how her style of smoking was identical to her mother's. Today MJ was wearing another tank top and through the thin material it looked like her bra had a flower pattern. Her long underarm hair was peeking out, even with her arms down at her sides. When she raised her arm to take a drag from her cigarette I could clearly see the ball of hair. Looking at MJ was giving me an erection. She had been rattling on about the fair and the farm and school and a lot of other things but now she looked very serious.

"Do you like my mom a lot?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, "She is a great lady."

MJ took a very long deep drag on her cigarette and sat down beside me before exhaling slowly. At the end of her exhale smoke began to stream from her nostrils, just like her mother. "When I went to fix supper last night I looked back to the barn and I saw you kissing mom inside the door."

I was stunned. We had been careless and had been caught and I was suddenly afraid. I didn't even think of lying to her. "What are you going to do?" I asked her.

"Nothing," she said. "I just wanted you to know that I know. I told mom what I saw and we talked a long time last night about it and you."

I was quiet for a long time while she continued to smoke and exhale her long slow Shirley-like exhales. Finally I asked her, "What did your mother say?"

"She said that she had been very unhappy for a long time, and now you make her happy. She said she knows it is wrong but she could not help herself. She told me the you are a really good guy and that she feels bad about how you might someday feel about this."

"Your mother is one of the most wonderful and special people I have ever known. I care for her very much and I would never do anything to hurt her." I didn't know what else to say.

"I am glad she is happy and I promise not to tell anyone," she said. "I was mad at first but after talking to mom I think it is cool." MJ got up and slowly walked to the house leaving me standing there more than a little bit shaken.

I finished stacking the hay and quickly went to the hayfield. Shirley had a great deal of the tall grass down already and when she saw me she drove the tractor into the wooded grove where we had made love. I followed her and without saying a word she took my hand and led me safely behind several large trees.

"We have to talk," she said as she sat down on a log.

"I know, MJ told me." I didn't know what else to say.

Shirley lit a cigarette and took several long draws and exhales as I stood there not knowing what to say. Finally, she said, "We weren't careful and I think MJ is very hurt, although she says she is happy for me. She also promised, without me even asking, to never tell anyone our secret. I don't want to, but I think we should cool it."

I certainly didn't want to "cool it" but I agreed to do whatever she wanted. I again told her how much I cared for her and she smiled. She kissed me softly and then walked back to her tractor. 

The rest of the day we worked hard and quietly in the hot sun. When lunchtime came I ate little and we continued working until it was dark. Shirley told me she was sorry if I was hurt and then she told me good night. I went home and after my previous nearly sleepless night I fell into a troubled slumber.

The next morning I returned to the farm, determined to finish the job and keep my distance. When I got there, Shirley did not come out to meet me so I went to the barn. I began to fuel the tractors and to grease the baler. When I finished I heard Shirley calling me to the barn. I climbed to the loft and she was sitting there on the hay. She was wearing a white dress that buttoned up the front. Through the thin material I was sure I could see her dark areolas and dark pubic triangle.

"MJ and I talked for hours last night. This morning I took her to her friend's house to spend the day. I was awake thinking most of the night, and in spite of all that we have probably done wrong, I don't want things to end this way."

She stood and stepped into my arms and kissed me. Her mouth was once again scrubbed and minty with only a slight taste of tobacco smoke. Our kiss was very light and lingered for several minutes with our tongues gently exploring each other. My cock was at full mast and the heat from her body felt scalding through her thin dress. Shirley picked up a cloth sack and taking me by the hand led me down from the loft and though the pasture.

We walked across the pasture past several dozen head of tame lazy cattle and into the trees. After walking hand in hand for nearly a quarter of a mile we came to the little stream that ran across the farm. Shirley spread a blanked that she pulled from the bag and again stepped into my arms. Our kisses were gentle and deep and long. Again I was erect but wanted her to take the lead completely. Finally she stepped back and slowly unbuttoned the dress. When it was open all the way down the front and hanging open I saw she was naked beneath it, as I had suspected. Her huge rubbery areolas and nipples were bumpy and erect.

I slipped off my t-shirt and took off my shoes, socks and jeans and stood before her in my underwear. Shirley knelt at my feet and pulled down my underwear releasing my hard cock. She then stood again, and let the dress slip from her shoulders. We didn't touch and I was unsure of what to do next.

"I think this is going to be our last time to make love," she said, "My daughter knows we kissed and suspects a whole lot more. You have been wonderful to me and for me and I hope there is never anything bad that happens to you because of this."

I told her that it had all been wonderful for me and I didn't want this to end. She told me that we could not hurt other people, and that she had never been unfaithful before and this had just been a slip of desperation. I had no idea at the time what she meant, but years later understood it fully.

"This morning, you and I are going to give each other everything that we might want or even think we want. We are going to ask each other for anything we want without being embarrassed or judgmental. If either of us isn't comfortable with something we must say so right away, alright?"

I assured her that anything she said was ok with me. She then looked at my hard bobbing cock and asked me if I would like to start by "taking the edge off." I nodded eagerly. 

We sat on the blanket and as Shirley took my cock in her hand she asked if I wanted anything special. Should she suck me or give me a hand job and should she do anything else to please me. I knew she would have her cigarettes and Zippo in the bag and knew she had not smoked in quite a while and would be craving one. I reached into the bag and taking them out I put a cigarette between her lips and lit it. She smiled and then inhaled deeply before exhaling a long white plume past my head. 

"Well, what would you like?"

"I would like for you to jack me off like yesterday and let me cum in your mouth." I hesitated, embarrassed, until she nodded to me to continue, "and I would like for you to talk to me about whipping again." I couldn't believe I had said it and felt like some kind of a pervert.

Shirley smiled, "I would be happy to. Would you like to hear about my whipping again or would you like to hear a story I once read about a woman and her daughter being whipped for stealing?" 

"Tell me about the mother and daughter," I said. I admit MJ crossed my mind in her pose from the day before. The picture in my mind of her holding the binder's twine with her arms stretched above her head had been burned in my mind. I could remember the thick dense hair under her arms and the freckles on her face and upper chest. Her hard nipples under her tube top were there in my mind too.

Before me was the beautiful naked woman that I had grown to love. She settled between my legs and first taking a big drag on her cigarette, she bent to take my cock into her mouth. She slowly sucked it and swirled her tongue around it. The smoke from her nostrils surrounded my cock and her mouth as she slowly gave me a couple of slow wet strokes. 

Rising up she took another drag and then talking with smoke coming out of her mouth, she said, "I wanted to get you wet first." Shirley then began to slowly stroke my cock with her hands as she began telling me a story about a woman and her daughter who was arrested for stealing food. They were put on trial and sentenced to public whipping. I still remember her story as she told it to me in great detail. She would slow down or stop stroking my cock if she thought I was getting too close to cumming. When she told me how they were tied, she put the cigarette in her mouth and held her hands high over her head posing for me. I looked at her raised arms and had to reach out to stroke her furry underarms. The hair was soft and long and slightly damp. I kissed her breasts and nipples and ran my nose and lips through her underarms. I loved the feel of her hard rubbery nipples and soft musty underarm hair.

Shirley brought her arms down and taking a deep drag she ordered me to lie on my back. She then slowly told me of the woman being touched and aroused by the executioner who was going to whip her and how she agreed to suck his cock if he would whip her daughter only lightly. She told me the story about the whipping as she stroked my cock. She must have pinched off my orgasm a half dozen times while she talked making the buildup last.

Finally, I was painfully close and she began to jack me harder and faster. As I felt my groin tighten and began to thrust into her hands she bent down to take me into her mouth jacking my spurting cock onto her tongue before sucking me as deeply as she could fucking me deeply with her mouth. My orgasm was my longest and best so far and she kept my cock in her mouth, sucking it gently for many minutes after I stopped cumming.

Shirley slid up alongside me and we held each other and kissed. The combined taste of my cum and her smoky mouth did not bother me at all. We lay there for several minutes cuddling and kissing and then Shirley lit another cigarette and I asked her if she wanted anything special. She took another deep drag and seemed to hesitate as she slowly exhaled.

"I want you to whip me and then eat me and then fuck me."

You could have pushed me over with a feather. "I couldn't hurt you."

"Well, not really whip me, just pretend. I couldn't have my family see me with welts on me, could I?"

She stood and walked over to a tree limb that was parallel to the stream and about six feet off the ground. Dangling her cigarette in her lips, she reached up and grasped the limb with her hands three feet apart. "Get the whip from the bag"

In the bag was a woman's belt. It was short and round and the buckle had been removed. I took it and walked to her. "I cannot hurt you." I said again.

"Pretend, just slap me with it and make a noise."

I went behind her and lightly swung the belt across her back. It struck limply. "Harder", she said. I tried over and over with her begging each time "HARDER". No matter how hard I tried I could not bring myself to really whip her with it. Looking back, knowing her need and knowing now her time was limited, I almost wish I had given her the real whipping she begged me for. 

Instead, I sank before her to my knees and buried my face in her thick pubic hair. I found her pussy soaking wet and began to run my tongue up and down her creamy slit. At the top I found her clit peeking out from its hood and I paused at the top of each stroke to lightly lash it with the tip of my tongue. She tasted and smelled wonderful and she continued to stand there hanging onto the branch and smoking the cigarette that was still hanging in her lips. 

I shoved my tongue inside her and she bucked against me wanting more. I inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy and placed my mouth directly over her clit and she bucked against me harder, bruising my lips. Taking a last drag she spat the cigarette away and said, "play with my asshole." 

This was something new and rather distasteful but after disappointing her with the whipping I was not going to do it again. I began to suck her clit with my mouth as I fucked her with two fingers. With the other hand I spread her ass cheeks and began to rub her asshole. I dipped the fingers into her pussy juice and lubricated her asshole and slipped a finger inside. Shirley began to buck and moan and I sucked her clit harder and finger fucked her as deeply as I could. 

She took one hand down from the limb and began to pinch and cruelly pull and twist her own nipple. If anyone had been within a quarter of a mile they would have heard her moan and cry out. Her pussy shuddered over and over as she fucked herself against my mouth and I sucked her clit so hard I thought she might cry out in pain. With my mouth on her pussy, two finders of my left hand buried inside her pussy and the index finger of my right hand up her rectum rubbing and fucking her, Shirley cried out over and over as she orgasmed.

Finally she let go of the limb and limp legged she sank onto me and then to the blanked. I continued finger fucking her and sucking her clit until she pushed me away and said, "No more, please, no more." She lay there panting with me holding her close and kissing her tears away.

In the next part I will finish the story of our morning together and take you ahead in time. I do welcome feedback and miss the comments some of you folks were giving me at parts one and two. I would still love to find someone to discuss these stories with.

Thanks again for reading. 



Mom's Friend was My First Love Ch. 07



Shirley and I lay there panting and exhausted in each other's arms for what seemed like a long time. The day was pleasant and not too warm yet and there was a nice breeze blowing on our shady hillside. I loved just lying there holding her close and feeling her breath. Every few minutes I would gently and tenderly kiss her lips or her face or neck. She would whimper and snuggle tighter. 

I looked at her lying there in my arms and took in her sweaty body and soaking matted pubic hair. I could taste both my cum, her pussy juices and burnt tobacco every time I kissed her and ran my tongue around her lips or probed her mouth with it. In the years since Shirley I have found most women who smoke to be repulsive. One lady I dated had terrible "dragon breath" and I simply could not stand kissing her.

I have found, however, that when I am deeply attracted to a woman both with my heart and my lust, her smoking does not bother me at all. When Shirley asked me to reach her a cigarette I did so gladly. If she had asked I would have torn out my heart and handed it to her that morning. I lit it for her with her worn Zippo and watched as the tip glowed bright red for seven or eight seconds and then she inhaled very deeply. Her exhale followed several seconds later and it was long and dense with the usual trailing wisps from her nose.

I didn't really know much or care about such things back then, but I had noticed that on different days Shirley would smoke different brands of cigarettes. Mostly, she smoked Kents which were filtered. Some days she smoked long white unfiltered Pall Malls. Today she had the deep red Pall Mall pack with her. With these she would often get a piece of tobacco on her lips or tongue and would daintily spit it away.

As she continued smoking I began to expand my kissing to her chest again. I loved her modest breasts with her large areola's and thick rubbery nipples. She loved having them licked and sucked and I noticed the nipple she had twisted and pulled while I ate her pussy earlier was very red and looked like it was bruised. After a few minutes I got a handkerchief from my jeans pocket and walked, naked, to the stream. After soaking it in the cool water I returned and wiped the sweat from Shirley's face and chest.

She laughed and squirmed as I wiped the matted hair in her underarms and then began to clean the thick fur around her pussy. I had to return to the stream several times to wash it out before I was satisfied with my work. Shirley had finished her cigarette and while I finished cleaning her she pointed out that I was again erect and "ready for business."

"Are you sure that we can't be together anymore?" I asked her, hoping for a reprieve from the sentence she had already pronounced.

"As much as I would like to continue this forever, I will not hurt MJ more or take the chance of hurting my other two daughters. This was wrong and I knew that going in. I let poor judgment and lust take over my good senses."

"So, being with me is a mistake?" I was hurt and she realized it.

"Yes, but it is the sweetest and most wonderful mistake of my life."

"Can't we just take off together? You get a divorce and you and I will find a way to be happy somewhere else." My youthful lust, love and exuberance showed no good judgment in reality.

"No, honey, we can't. That would hurt all kinds of people and you would eventually be one of them. You need to find yourself someone your age with a whole lifetime of loving ahead of them. But, you saying that to me is the sweetest thing and I love you for it."

"I love you Shirley, and I would do anything for you." I know I sounded pitiful but this was my first love and unlikely as it may seem, I was branded forever with the sound, feel and smell of her.

I know that I asked her that day about her husband and she would not tell me how he was mean to her as I had heard. I know she had been at our house with black eyes and other bruises in the past and I knew it was from him. At 5 ft 10, I am not a tall man but I am thick and very muscular. I was popular with the local farmers when I was in my late teens because of my strength and willingness to work long hours. 

I was always the guy who threw heavy bales up to the stacker when the wagon or truck was piled very high. Because of my love for Shirley I wanted to use my youthful strength to protect her. I told her that if her husband was ever "mean" to her again I would hurt him. She then became very upset and cried and finally made me promise to never do anything like that. She told me that it would only cause problems for everyone and she didn't want me to get into trouble.

After the talk slowed down Shirley idly lit another cigarette and lay there with her head on my chest smoking. She began to play with my hard cock and soon it was drooling precum again. Without saying anything, Shirley swung herself up and straddled me. She held her cigarette in one hand and my cock in the other gently stroking it. She put the cigarette to her lips and began a very deep draw on it as she positioned the head of my cock against her furry wet pussy lips. As she lowered the cigarette and inhaled deeply she began to slowly lower herself onto my cock. I watched my hard thick cock disappear between her thick hairy lips and she buried me to the hilt in her as her smoky breath washed over my upper body.

She stayed in that position as she ground our pubic bones together crushing her clit against my hardness. I reached up to fondle her hard nipples and with my thumbs on her nipples massaging them in a circular motion my fingertips found her underarm hair and began to lightly caress and play in it's thickness. She raised her arms to give me better access as she again put her cigarette between her lips. I knew that playing with her pit hair was a turn on for her and have found it to be true with other women since then. A bare armpit is usually ticklish and women will allow very little play time or licking there, but a natural armpit is definitely an erogenous zone for both partners.

As Shirley again exhaled a long plume of dense white smoke she raised up on me again very slowly until only the head of my cock was between her thick dripping pussy lips. I could not help myself and had to look down again, fascinated by my thick cock stroking into and out of her soaking slick pussy. As Shirley smoked, she continued to slowly fuck me. After several minutes of this she again lowered all the way down and ground herself against me. Her cigarette was short and she reached to grind it out in the dirt and then immediately lit another. As she smoked this one she began to move faster and to grunt on each downward stroke. By her third deep drag she was moaning and coming and bent down to kiss me with her hot smoky mouth as she moved faster and I began to thrust hard and fast into her.

I had lasted a long time since she had drained me earlier but now I felt my orgasm approaching and when Shirley lay on me again to deeply kiss me I rolled her over onto her back while staying buried inside of her and sucking on her smoky tongue. I then raised myself up on my arms as she raised her legs and spread them wide. I began fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. I slammed into her with each stroke and she was crying, moaning and grunting all at the same time. When she began her throaty "ohhhhhhhhhhhh" over and over again I also began cumming and felt like I was shooting gallons of sperm inside of her. I continued thrusting and she continued moaning and thrusting to meet me until I began to soften. I surprisingly maintained a half erection and was able to stay inside of her soaking pussy and keep up short strokes until she asked me to stop. 

"Too intense, honey," she said, "that was so good, just stay inside of me please and hold me for a while." Shirley had dropped her cigarette while we were fucking so hard and I smelled the blanket smoldering. I picked it up to throw away and she grabbed my hand and took a deep deep drag before I threw it in the dirt and slapped out the hot spot on the blanket.

As she exhaled I leaned in to kiss her, tasting the thick smoke in her mouth. I have a perfect picture of Shirley in my mind, lying there beneath me with red splotchy breasts tipped with dark puckered nipples and areolas. One arm was behind her head and her thick underarm hair was sweat dampened and very dark. If I was an artist I would paint this picture and know that it was a masterpiece.

Shirley and I lay side by side with her in my arms and fell asleep. If someone had walked to that hillside they would have found two naked exhausted people, one a 38 year old beauty and the other a 19 year old boy who had recently become more of a man. I had slept for nearly two hours when I was awakened by a warm feeling at my groin. I looked down to see Shirley slowly sucking my cock. She was not stroking it, but simply sucking on the head and first couple of inches and massaging the underside with her tongue. It felt wonderful on my very sore cock and her gentleness had given me a rock like hard-on. She saw that I was fully awake slid up beside me and pulled me over her. 

"I am very sore, so be gentle," she said, "and give me one more of those deep orgasms you are so good at." 

My ego soared and I slowly entered her sinking deeply into her body. Shirley raised her hips and pulled me higher so that the head of my cock felt like it was rubbing the roof of her vagina with each slow stroke. On the third stroke she was moaning again and I looked down to see tears running down the sides of her face. With an open mouth she moaned, "ohhhhh", over and over again with each stroke. 

Her breasts were again mottled and red and her eyes remained squeezed tight as she had the longest orgasm of any woman I have ever known. I was glad that I did not cum and it was more the previous two times being drained than any great control on my part. Finally Shirley reached up and pulled my face down to kiss my, moaning into my mouth as our tongues did there private gentle dance. 

Shirley let her legs relax and then wrapped them around me pulling me in hard and tight and not letting me move. We lay like that for minutes and I could feel her pussy spasming around my unmoving cock. I nearly came right them but my fascination with watching her distracted me enough to hold off. I just didn't want that moment to ever end.

Finally her pussy was still and putting a hand on each side of my face she began kissing me, holding me close and kissing me over and over again. When she fell back breathing hard she said for the first and only time, "I really do love you."

"I love you too, I always will." I answered her and she smiled and we lay there again for a long time. Finally she rolled away from me and my still hard cock slid from her pussy.

"I am done, honey. My pussy is so sore I can't stand anything more today." she said, looking into my face. Seeing my disappointment she continued, "but, honey, I am going to take good care of that glorious cock of yours. I just need time to rest."

We lay there quietly, my cock staying at least half erect with Shirley's juices drying on it and getting crusty. We were soaked with multiple cummings and a lot of it was thickening and drying on both of us.

Finally, Shirley got up and taking my handkerchief, she went to the stream and washed herself off, taking a sponge bath. Wetting it again, she came back and washed my cock and pubic hair. The cold water didn't have much effect as I was so incredibly turned on by her lovely wet body and her attention to me.

"I want this one to be huge for you, honey," she said. I loved her calling me honey and anything she wanted was good for me. "I am going to build you up over and over and when I finally let you cum it should be a really big one. I want to do that for you."

I simply lay there and watched as she again lit a cigarette, her usual prelude to getting serious about something. She took a drag and blew the smoke around my cock and then took me into her mouth slowly sucking as much in as she could and swirling her tongue around it. When I was wet and slick she lay beside me and began licking my nipple, stroking my cock and smoking her cigarette. I thought I would explode, but feeling it she stopped and pinched the base of my cock until the urge passed.

Shirley repeated this several times and then asked, "Would you like to hear more of the whipping story? That seemed to really excite you and I would enjoy telling you."

"Yes" I croaked from my shaky hoarse voice. Shirley then began to slowly tell me the story of a 40 year old mother and her 21 year old daughter who were being whipped for stealing. She put in every detail that she knew I would love and during the telling had to stop several times to pinch off my orgasm. She was very serious about giving me a long buildup and my already sore cock was in a world of pain and pleasure. She licked my nipple between sentences and my arm around her alternately lightly caressed her nipple or ran back and forth through her underarm hair.

Note: I have teased you with Shirley's story about whipping without meaning to. I have received several emails from people who would like to hear the whole story. If any of you want to hear it, I will post that next. It is a story I have lived with for over 30 years and would be glad to share it with you.

At the end of her story, the mother has to reward the punisher with a blow job for giving her daughter only a light whipping. She has received a severe flogging and is kneeling before the man sucking his cock with him gazing at her striped bleeding back while her daughter is punished by his assistant. When Shirley got to that point she decided it was time for me to come. She once again pinched off my approaching orgasm and paused to light a cigarette. I was wild with a rock hard cock full of cum and no hands on me. She sat there in her naked beautiful splendor smiling at me. She leaned in to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

"Would you like me to finish?" she asked sweetly?

"YES," I shouted causing her to laugh out loud. Shirley took my cock in hand again as she took a deep drag and began to stroke long slow strokes as she blew smoke on my cock and drooled spit along it to make it wet. She began to describe the blow job the whipper was getting when I began to throb with my explosion to cum. Feeling this, Shirley immediately took my cock into her mouth and began to fuck my cock with her lips and tongue. As my orgasm built she went deeper and faster and I began exploding into her mouth as my cock head hit the back of her throat. I heard her lightly gag but kept thrusting myself into her willing mouth as she pummeled my cock, her head bobbing rapidly. When I stopped spurting she slowed and continued to suck my cock gently until I placed a hand on her head to stop.

I pulled Shirley up to me and we shared a long deep kiss flavored with her ever present cigarette and my salty cum. When we broke the kiss we again lay together under the trees until finally rousing ourselves we cleaned up and began to dress. It was late afternoon and when we got back to her house she kissed me deeply and tenderly and told me goodbye. 

This was the last time I had sexual contact with Shirley. We saw each other many times and always had warm conversations and good friendship. I considered Shirley to be not only the first and greatest love of my life, but also one of my best friends. She and I talked over my college plans and when I finished my two years at the community college she gave me a wonderful letter and card wishing me luck and good life. I still have it today.

My junior year in college was intense and I did not get back home much at all. When I did come home for the summer my mother told me that Shirley had been very ill. She had cancer and in the early 70's that was much more scary than even now. You might expect that it was lung cancer from all of her smoking and that might very well be where it started. By the time it was discovered her cancer was in her ovaries, lungs and bones.

Shirley had several surgeries, radiation and severe chemo. She wanted to live very much and she fought her disease for six years. Her doctors were amazed that she hung on so long. I visited her as often as I could. She didn't want many visitors and I respected her wishes when she told her family she wanted no visitors, even though it was difficult. Her daughters were away at college and she insisted that they not stay home and hover over their mother.

Strangely, I encountered her older daughters several times when I could visit but never ran into MJ. Shirley was a few days short of 46 when she passed away. She was a frail old woman the last 5 years of her life but that special spark I loved so well never really went away. The fire in her eyes and the squeeze she gave my hand were full of love. No one ever knew about us except for MJ until now. I have had a lot of changes and hurt in my life recently and for some reason had to tell our story. 

To the over fifty thousand people who read part one and all of you who are reading still, thank you for your kind words. The few rude people or disbelievers do not bother me. I have read Literotica stories for several years and admit I like the romantic and erotic coupling stories the best although I tend to read and enjoy all of them. I little over a month ago when I had the overpowering desire to share this story I decided that the most sexual woman I have ever known would approve of me sharing it on here. Shirley so much loved a good sexy story.

There is a bit more and those of you who think this is just a great fantasy will really not believe my story of MJ that I will try to write. I saw her at the wake and funeral and in the preceding years she had grown into a beautiful woman who was the image of her mother. We shared some brief interesting times together and discovered how much Shirley had effected both of us. 

I will share Shirley's fictional tale of the mother and daughter who were whipped for stealing, which I really don't know if she read or made up but I think many of you will enjoy it. I will take on the story of MJ and I a little later and then attack some fiction I have been dreaming up. Thank you all again for reading and encouraging me, and please feel free to email me with your comments and discussion.