#Blackmail #Incest #Threesome
By Mashruba
I believe every guy remembers his first sexual experiences, and I was no different. Jerking off at twelve for the first time, first real kiss at fifteen, but you never get over the first time you get laid. It holds a special place in your heart and memory, and there is nothing that comes close to it. Even today, I reminisce about Mrs. Johnson and how she took my throbbing member inside of her and turned me into a man.
Growing up as a latchkey kid in the 90s did have its advantages. Once you get dropped off by the school bus, you get to be your own boss, and you have several hours of uninterrupted bliss before your parents get home and ruin it for you.
Waving goodbye to my friends on the bus, I casually strolled down the culver sac that led to my house. The sky was gray, and it had threatened to rain all day long. October is a cold month in the Midwest, and I was looking forward to a comfortable afternoon in a warm house in front of the TV. Drink soda, eat junk, and jerk off to some hot chick on TV. How could an afternoon get any better? As I would see that rainy October day, life could get a lot better than I imagined.
Arriving at my front door, I fished for my keys in my pockets, and…and I couldn’t find them. Panic came over me, thinking I had lost them on my way to school, and now my parents would have to rekey the entire house until I remembered that I had spilled my breakfast cereal over my pants this morning and had to change pants in a hurry. My keys were inside the house, inside the laundry hamper. Damn, damn, damn, what was I supposed to do now? My mother wouldn’t arrive for another four hours, and I couldn’t wait that long. Carefully checking every side door and window of the house, I desperately hoped that one of the doors or windows would be unlocked, but I was out of luck. To make matters worse, a slow drizzle had set in, and within a few minutes, I would be soaked to the bones.
My gaze trailed over to my neighbor’s house. The Johnsons lived to the right of us, and last summer, I mowed their lawn several times to bolster my allowance. Crossing over the lawn from our house to theirs, I hoped that somebody was home. My gaze fell through a side window, where I saw Mrs. Johnson sitting on the couch. The red satin robe that she was wearing was open, revealing her breasts. Her panties were on the floor, and she sat spread-eagle with one hand between her legs spreading her pussy lips while the other was skillfully pushing a cock-shaped pink vibrator in and out of her lips. Her eyes were closed, and she was clearly unaware of my presence. I didn’t know how old Mrs. Johnson was, but whatever age she was, she was in good shape. Clearly taking care of herself, her mature body let my youthful cock grow in my pants. I watched for a minute or two, and then the pouring rain reminded me of the dreadful situation I was in. I didn’t have time to let her finish. I was wet and cold and needed to get inside a house. Quickly, I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell several times. A few minutes went by, and then Mrs. Johnson appeared at the door. Still wearing the same satin bathrobe and sweat pearls on her forehead, she was clearly flustered that someone had interrupted her “private time”!
“John, what are you doing here?” she asked, holding her bathrobe shut, trying to keep out the cold that was seeping into the house.
“My parents are gone, and I locked my keys inside the house. Would you mind if I waited here until they came home?” I said, hoping she would see my plight and let me in.
“Of course, of course, “she said, ushering me inside, “Why don’t you wait in the living room? I’ll get you a cup of hot chocolate to warm you up.”
Leaving my jacket and backpack in the entrance hall, I quickly walked to the living room, where I sat on the couch at the same spot where, only minutes early, Mrs. Johnson sat, pleasuring herself. There was no way she could have gotten rid of the vibrator and the panties that fast. I had a minute or two. I wanted to smell her panties and the vibrator. I needed to know what a woman smelled like. Looking underneath the cushions, I found the vibrator and her panties. Holding them in my hands like a precious treasure, I deeply inhaled their scent. Within seconds, I was rock hard again. Slowly, and I tenderly licked the vibrator, hoping it would taste like her pussy.
I didn’t even notice that I was touching myself through my pants when suddenly Mrs. Johnsons voice was heard,
“I see you don’t want my hot chocolate but prefer something else to warm yourself up!” In shock, I dropped her panties and the vibrator on the floor. The sudden drop set off the vibrator, and it lay at my feet buzzing on end. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there. Had she seen me touching myself or sniffing her panties or, worse, licking her vibrator?
For a moment, we just looked at each other, and then her gaze turned to my crotch, where my erection was clearly visible, even with my pants on.
“So little Johnny is horny!” she said in a sultry voice getting closer.
“I’m sorry! I….” I stammered but couldn’t get any words out.
“Did you see me through the back window?” she asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.
Her touch was soft and gentle, but to me, it felt sexual and arousing, yet shameful and embarrassing.
“Yes, I did! You look amazing. Why do you need a vibrator? Doesn’t your husband give you all the sex you want?”
“My husband?” she responded in a mocking tone, “My husband hasn’t fucked me in months. Right now, he is probably banging that blond bimbo in his office!”
I do not know what came over me at that moment, but without thinking, I responded, “Well, then he is an idiot! If I were married to you, I would fuck you so hard every day that you couldn’t walk further than the kitchen or the bedroom.
“Would you now?” Mrs. Johnson responded, her voice getting softer and her hand wandering down from my shoulder to my pants.
“Have you ever been with a girl before?” she purred as her fingers skillfully unzipped my pants and opened my top bottom. Suddenly released from his prison, my dick found his way through my underwear and stood to attention like a soldier called to order.
“I have, …. I haven’t…” was all I could get out as her manicured hands began to caress my stiff dick.
“My, my, my, little Johnny did some growing up!” she purred gleefully and, lowered herself to her knees and began to slide her tongue down the side of my shaft.
“Oh, shit!” I stammered as the head of my cock disappeared in her mouth, and she began to play with her fingers with my balls. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. My teenage body wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. The furthest I had gone up to this point was to touch a girl’s tits, but a full-on blowjob was far outside my wildest dreams.
“Uhhhhh,” I screamed as I shot my virgin load into her mouth. She didn’t gag or stop what she was doing but waited until I had unloaded myself before swallowing my cum.
“This was my treat for giving me your virgin cock. I tell you that most young girls won’t swallow cum. So, count yourself lucky that I was in the mood to swallow you.”
I was in heaven. I had never felt this relaxed before. If all blowjobs were like this, I now knew what all the fuss was about. I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her. I didn’t care that only a moment before, that mouth had been on my dick. I wanted to feel her. Smell her, touch her, and experience all the pleasure her body had to offer.
“You seem to have had a good time?” she joked, looking into my eyes.
“You are amazing!” I responded, “I don’t know why your husband doesn’t appreciate what he has in you?”
A smile rushed across her face, and she embraced me without saying a word. We stood there for a few moments until my cock rose again due to the closeness of her body and the smell of her perfume.
“I forgot how fast you guys can go at it again!” she mused, feeling my stiffness against her belly, “Come, let’s go upstairs to the bedroom.”
More flying than running, we arrived at her bedroom. Removing the sating robe, revealing her nakedness underneath, my hands began to explore her. My passion had utterly overtaken me, and I was ready to experience it all.
Greedily I began to suck, bite, and lick her nipples as I grabbed her massive double-D breasts.
“Easy now!” she purred. My husband won’t be home for hours, and I want to teach you a few things so that you won’t disappoint all the ladies who come after me!”
Carefully she guided my head with her hands and instructed me how to pleasure her tits. She gave me instructions the entire time. I was her dutiful student, and she was my stern school mistress who demanded absolute perfection from her pupil.
“Now show me what you are made off!” she commanded and pushed my head in between her legs. Once again she instructed me how to tease her, spread her pussy lips, and how to apply the perfect amount of pressure to maximize her pleasure. No woman ever since then has given me instructions such as that, and it was primarily due to her that I have become the “Expert Pussy Licker” that I am now. I tell you ladies who read this story, instruct your men how to eat you. A real man will always want to improve his “craft,” and a loser will always take it personally. Such a man has no place in your bedroom.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, right there, baby!” she moaned as my rough tongue sent her to new heights of pleasure. It didn’t take long before her entire body shook in ecstasy, and she came into my mouth.
Relishing her orgasm, we just lay there for a moment, enjoying the bliss of the moment.
“I think it’s time to teach you how to fuck!” she said with a lust in her eyes I have seldom seen on a woman.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. In one instance, I was on top of her and inserted my throbbing member into her hot and moist cavern.
Holy shit, this felt amazing. Greedily, our tongues found each other. Missionary position is still my favorite to this day, and every time I fuck a girl, I see Mrs. Johnson’s face for a fleeting moment. We fucked, we moaned, and we both shared an orgasm. Shooting wad after wad of semen inside of her, I was in heaven. For minutes, we just lay there without saying a word. I had lost my virginity to a much older woman, and I had loved every minute of it. I finally had become a man, and I had my neighbor to thank for it. The rest of the afternoon went by in a haze. We enjoyed a snack and watched some TV while we waited for my parents to come home from work.
“I hope I get to see more of you!” Mrs. Johnson said, placing a kiss on my cheek as we heard my mom’s car pulling into our driveway.
“I don’t think there is any way you can keep me away from you!” I responded, returning the kiss and giving her tits a good squeeze.
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By Mashruba
#Blackmail #Incest #Threesome
