Jack's Beginning

"Good Night, Mrs.…. Marie. And thank YOU." She smiled and walked out. I watched her go up the walk with a bit of a bounce in her step. I knew I was going to be walking home about ten feet off the ground.

On Monday, I headed back to work after a day off of feeling on top of the world. I had spent my day off with my buddies' waterskiing at the lake nearby. The whole day I was tempted to tell them what happened, but just knew they wouldn't believe me so I kept it to myself.

I opened my locker and found a note that read, "We need to talk." There wasn't a signature, but I thought I knew whom it was from by the handwriting. A little after noon, Marie came into the pool. I was up on the guard stand and I watched at she took her place with a few of the other ladies in the corner between the baby pool and the shallow end. We called that section "the hen's nest" because all of the ladies would 'nest' there and talk for hours on end, getting up only for the restroom or to wade into the pool to cool off, wary not to get there hair wet.

She took her time getting herself settled in her lounge chair. She even took special care to be sure I was looking when she took her cover-up off and sat down in a rather seductive manner, finally smiling in my direction. I smiled back and returned my attention to the kids playing follow-the-leader off the high dive.

She never made any indication that she left me the note. As a matter of fact, she never even spoke to me for my entire shift. As I was leaving, I noticed that her chair was empty and all of her things were gone. I walked out of the pool and saw her walking up ahead of me. Damn, her ass swayed when she walked. She lived on the same street as I did and I had to pass her house on the way home. As I approached her house, she was nowhere to be seen; maybe she didn't leave the note after all. I was about 2 houses past hers when I heard my name. I turned and saw her standing on her porch motioning for me to come over.

As I approached her, she stepped inside her house, holding the door for me to follow.

"Did you find my note?"

"Yea, I got it. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. Go on into the den and have a seat, I need a drink. Can I get you something?"

"Sure, whatever you have is fine."

I went into her den to wait. I put my towel down on the sofa, so in case my suit was damp, it wouldn't get on the fabric. My mother always complained that I did it to her furniture so I wanted to be extra careful not to mess up hers.

She came in holding 2 iced mugs of beer. I couldn't help but watch her tits jiggle as she walked. She still had on her bathing suit and a short wrap-around skirt she wore as a cover-up. She handed me my mug and placed hers on one the coasters on the lamp table next to her.

"I hope you don't mind lite beer, it's all I have."

"That's fine, thanks," I said, trying not to show that I thought lite beer was a huge waste of perfectly good hops and barley, but a free beer is still a free beer. I took a big gulp of mine and placed it on the table next to me, making sure it was on a coaster too.

"Have a good day today, Jack?" She was trying to build up to something using small talk as the icebreaker.

"It was fine. Nothing exciting, which, I guess, is a good thing, right?" She smiled briefly but then her expression went serious.

"I wanted to talk to you about the other night. First, I need to say that I really, really enjoyed it. To be honest, it's all I have thought about." I must have blushed at that last part because she add, "You have nothing to be embarrassed of, Jack. It's been a long time for me having any kind of physical relationship with a man. Before now, my husband was the only man I'd ever been with, but believe me when I say that being with you woke something up in me."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I chose to just smile and say nothing. I figured anything I said would probably be wrong or inappropriate.

"But what I really wanted to talk to you about is whether you've told anyone about it yet, and if not, to ask you to be discrete and keep it between us."

I shook my head, "I haven't said anything. And if I did, who'd believe me? I mean, a lady like you doing that with me…"

"What do you mean, 'a lady like me'?"

"Um, well…we're not exactly in the same age group, the guys all think you're, well…pretty, and you're figure…you have such…" I started talking with my hands, trying to indicate the size of her breasts without being crude or offensive.

"Oh, you think that my having big tits would preclude me from being interested in a younger man?"

"No, just being interested in me. My friends would never believe that we could have been anything other than boss – employee. They would start asking me all sorts of questions that I wouldn't have any answers for, which would make the whole thing unbelievable."

She nodded her understanding, but then asked, "What kinds of questions?"

"Such things as what kind of kisser you were, what your… tits looked like, what did your…" I motioned toward her pussy, but not wanting to use the word, "…looked like and then if you were a good lay. I don't know any of that, so I would sound like I was making it all up, or something."

"They would ask those things?" I nodded and she asked "Really?"

"Oh, yea! Guys want details! And without them, well you know how guys can sometimes exaggerate when it comes to girls. We figure if no believable details are offered, then it is just another story."

"Oh, ok. Well, I hope you would be considerate of me and not tell anyone anyway. Adults tend to take rumors like this and run with them, whether they are true or not."

"I know, sort of like me and Mrs. M, huh?"

"Touché, Jack." She smiled and we both reached for our beers. "A toast. To a very enjoyable evening and to our own little secret." We clinked glasses and both took a sizable gulp.

Getting some courage from the beer, I asked, "Have you really been thinking about it a lot? To be honest, I can't stop thinking of my….dick in your mouth."

She flashed me her killer smile. "Absolutely. But the image I remember most is your dick sitting on top of my tits, leaving that little path along the tops. And then when you exploded in my mouth. I'm getting all flustered now just thinking about it."

I finished off my beer, needing the rest of the liquid courage. "Do you want to do it again?"

"Excuse me?"

Realizing I may have gone too far, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"No, that's okay. You just caught me off guard." She smiled again, "So you'd like me to go down on you again?"

"Yes, very much so," showing my youthful enthusiasm. "But what about Kate and Tricia?" Kate and Tricia were Marie's two daughters, who were two of the most boy crazy pre-teens I knew.

"Not to worry. They left for their grandparents this morning. They won't be back until next week. Now where were we? Oh yea!

As she scooted over closer to me, I began to undo my bathing suit.

"Take it easy, Jack. We have some questions to answer first."

I looked at her, wondering what she meant. She took my face between her hands and pulled me to her. Our lips met, brushing softly against each other. Then her hands went behind my head and pulled me into a more intense kiss. Her mouth opened and her tongue parted my lips. Not really ready for the kiss, I was at first unsure what to do with my hands. That feeling lasted only a few seconds. I wrapped one arm around her back and put my other hand on her stomach, just below her enormous tits. I pressed my body into hers, wanting to feel those tits against my body again.

"Mmmm, " was the only sound coming from us as we explored each others mouth with our tongues. She began to caress my neck, then down to my shoulder and upper arm with her soft fingers. Then she moved her hand to my hand. She took hold of it and moved it up to her tit, pressing it hard into her. She pulled out of the kiss and leaned back against the sofa. Still holding my hand, she guided it over her tit, pressing it into her occasionally. I got into her rhythm and whenever she pressed, I would squeeze. She took my other hand and placed it on her other tit. She guided my hands, giving herself a tit massage with my hands. My eyes would alternate between her eyes and her tits, not believing this was happening to me again.

"Am I a good kisser, Jack?"

"You're a very good kisser," unable to contain my excitement.

She let go of my hands and took her bathing suit straps off her shoulders. My eyes must have grown two sizes, hoping she was going to do what I thought she was going to do. And I was right. She pulled her arms out of the straps; the only thing holding up her suit was her tits. I began to maul her tits with enthusiasm.

"That's it, Jack." She put her hands on top of her head and threw her chest out, showing me she liked my hands on her mounds. "Pull it down. You want to see them, don't you?"

I hooked my fingers into the suit and began pulling. I thought the suit would have come down easily, but her tits were stretching the material so much that I had to really put some effort into it.

When they were free, she gave a little shoulder shake, making those mountainss wobble and jiggle. Her nipples were the size of marbles, surrounded by a large dark patch that covered most of the end of her breast.

"What do you think?"

"Spectacular!" It was the only word that I could think of, since all of my blood was racing out of my head toward my aching dick.

She giggled and pulled my head down and buried it into her cleavage. I was in heaven. I kissed and licked as she took her tits in her hands and mashed them against the sides of my head. I would have stayed in there forever, but I could barely breathe. I pulled my head up far enough so that I could get a nipple into my mouth. As I did, I noticed that I left a little hickey on the inside of her left tit.

"Mmm." I sucked and licked that nipple with all I had. She held that tit up for me so that I could use my hands to squeeze. "Suck this one now." I couldn't get enough of her, but I also wanted her mouth back on my dick. I took a nipple between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. "Oooh," she cooed.

I released her tit from my mouth and sat up straight. My cock was at full attention and needed to be freed from its confines. I undid the Velcro fly and pulled my meat out. Marie's eyes widened and she smiled, obviously remembering what she had had only a few days earlier. She took it in her hand and began stroking it up and down. While she did that, I played with her tits again, first the left, then the right.

Unable to contain herself, she leaned over and first kissed the head, then opened up wide and swallowed as much of me as she could. I arched my back and groaned out loud. She released me and said, "Relax, Jack, and enjoy. I really want this to last." I settled back down and put one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of the sofa. When she took me back into her mouth, she tried to deep throat me but only ended up gagging. She recovered quickly and just sucked and licked me slowly.

Remembering that Marie had played with herself the last time, I decided to do it for her. I glided my hand down over her ass, squeezing her soft ass cheek. She moaned and wiggled her ass a little so that I could get a better grip. But what it did was allowed me better access to her pussy. I pulled her little cover-up skirt up over her ass and slid my hand into her suit. She tightened her mouth around my dick and moaned again. I squeezed her ass again and then massaged her smooth skin, inching my fingers toward her eager pussy. The closer I got, the more aroused Marie became. She bobbed her head a little faster and her hands stroked me with more enthusiasm.

When all four fingers came in contact with her sex, she let out a muffled moan, taking me as far into her mouth as possible and holding me there. I, too, let out a moan and she had to grip my balls and cock to prevent me from thrusting upward. I lightly traced my fingers along her wet lips, making sure all four fingers were in constant contact with her. I parted her lips and fingered them gently. I had my pinkie pressed firmly on her clit and my "fuck you" finger circling her entrance, while the other two played with her lips. Again, she moaned and pushed herself back into my fingers, causing me to enter her up to the first knuckle.

She popped her head up and off my dick, "Aahhh, mmm, yessss!. She gyrated her hips so that my fingers would hit all her sensitive spots. "Ooooooh." Since my arm was only so long and she wanted more of my fingers inside her, she leaned forward across my lap, not only bringing her pussy closer, but now my dick was directly between her two large tits. She held my cock there for a second, and then began rubbing it back and forth between them, the head brushing against her chest. It was a sensation I had never realized before and out of pure passion, I pushed two fingers into her depths. She cried out and began to buck against my fingers.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, mmm, ooh yes! Deeper, yes that's it! Gawd, faster, yes! Ooh, ooh, yes!" I was pumping my fingers into her as fast and as hard as I possibly could. My hand was covered with her pussy juice. She pushed back again against my fingers, enough so that she could get my cock back into her mouth, but only the head. I leaned sideways to get my fingers back into her and was rewarded with an incredible vibrating moan on my dick. I resumed driving my fingers into her bucking bottom when she suddenly stopped gyrating and began that familiar shuddering. Her pussy muscles clamped down around my fingers and her lips and tongue pressed securely around my cock. She trembled and quivered through an intense orgasm, one like none I had ever seen.

She pulled her mouth off my cock when she ended, "You have some very talented fingers."

"Thanks, I think it helped that you were so into it," I responded shyly.

"Well, let's get you taken care of. I want to taste that delicious cum of yours again."

She slid off the sofa onto her knees on the floor, in between my legs. "I loved the feeling of your cock between my tits. Would you like me to do it again?"

"I'd love it." I moved myself forward to the edge of the sofa and leaned back to watch her work. She leaned into me, placing a tit on either side of my hard dick. She smiled at me when I emitted a soft groan.

Holding her heavy tits in her hands, she slowly raised and lowered them along the shaft. After a few times, she said, "Here, why don't you do it?" I reached out and took those two big globes in my hands, feeling their weight and incredible size. I crushed them around my aching cock and continued what she had started. Watching the head poke through then disappear into her titty flesh got me more and more excited. I began to pump my hips into those mammoths, faster and faster.

"Come on, fuck 'em. That feels so good. That fat cock would feel soo good inside me. Give me your cum, Jack. I want to taste it all. Let me have it." She continued to talk to me like that as I pummeled her chest. "Are you gonna cum soon?" I knew I was close to bursting, but all I could do was pant out a "yes…here … it … comes!"

In one quick motion, she pulled back and rammed my cock in between her lips. I filled her mouth with my seed, as soon as she swallowed, I filled it again. I expected her to let me squirt her chest like last time, but she kept it in her mouth, swallowing all of it.

She fell back onto the floor, breathless. She lay there on her back, her chest rising and falling with each gulp of air. I sat in the sofa, gasping but well aware of her on the floor. I couldn't help but watch those two mountains moving beneath me nor did the fact that she was laying there with her legs parted enough for me to see that her bathing suit was pulled to one side, exposing her very wet pussy to me.

"That was sooo incredible. I haven't felt this good in a long time. I thought just having your dick in my mouth was special enough, but what you did to me with your fingers, well…that was fantastic."

She got up on her elbows, looked up at me, noticed that I was not softening as she expected and that I was staring at her intently. She followed my gaze and soon realized what I was looking at and why I was remaining erect.

"Jack?" she whispered. Too wrapped up in my own little world, I didn't hear her. "Jack! Hello?" I came back to this world with a start and then grasped the fact that I was caught ogling her, I blushed. She smiled at me, shook her and said, "You're an animal! Come down here!"

I went down to her and she pulled me on top of her, holding my face between her hands, guiding me to her lips. Her kiss was soft but very inviting. Her mouth opened slightly and she glided her tongue over my lips. My cock twitched with each sexy kiss.

"I felt that. I think I know what you want. I'm not sure that would be a good idea."

"No? What about this?" And I kissed her lips once more, then kissed her cheek, ear and down to her neck. "Mmm, that's nice." I moved down across her shoulder, collar bone to her chest. "Ooh". Then I kissed my way up her tit to a very erect nipple. I sucked on it a bit, gave it a little nibble before switching to the other one. "You like these, don't you?" I gave her a muffled, "Uh huh".

She obviously thought I was going to continue sucking on them because when I shifted down to kiss her belly, she asked, "What are you doing, Jack?"

I didn't bother answering, thinking she'd figure it out soon enough. When I began tugging on her bunched up suit around her waist, she exclaimed, "Jack, I told you I didn't think that was a good idea." I replied, "I know." "Well, what are you doing?" "You'll see."

She did let me pull them down her legs, a little out of curiosity and a little out of excitement. I was finally going to find out what her natural hair color was, or so I thought. When I got the suit off, and she lay there splayed on the floor before me, I realized that her natural shade would remain a mystery. She was shaved clean and my facial expression evidently revealed the fact that I had never seen a hairless pussy.

"I love the sensations I get with it like this. Do you like it?" I stared at it a second or two and realized that it really was a real turn-on. "I do, it's sexy and…" Unable to think of another word to describe it, I just let it hang there. She smiled, "I'm glad." I rubbed my fingertips over her smooth mons and she cooed breathlessly. Her legs spread wider, thinking I was going to finger her again. When my lips met her belly and moved furtively down towards her sex, she exclaimed, "What the…? Do you like that?" Her tone wasn't necessarily one of disgust, but more inquisitive.

I didn't bother answering; I just took her pussy into my mouth. She wasn't ready for that and moaned, "Oooh, oooh".

I licked and sucked on her drenched pussy lips with the intensity and fervor only a hormonal teenager could achieve. She arched her back, cried out and grabbed my head with her hands, pulling my face into her snatch. She started to swivel her hips but I grabbed her legs and pushed them into the air so she wouldn't be able to move as much.

I stabbed my tongue into her hole a few times, swirled it around, collecting her nectar. "Oh, gawd. This is great. Mmm, yes! My husband…never did this…to me. I love it."

Wow, she's never had this done to her. Now that was a turn-on. I increased my pressure on her twat, alternating between sucking and licking her lips to pushing my tongue as far into her as I could. I tried to remember what some of my dates liked so that I could do that also. When my tongue flicked across her engorged clit, causing her to jerk, I remembered the girls getting especially hot when I licked them there.