This is a true story from my youth. I recall those often these days. Especially today, my birthday; my very big number birthday. I had a busy morning after sleeping in past 6:30. Finding myself in the kitchen about 3:00, undecided about treating myself to a high dollar restaurant or cooking something at home. I filled my hand with my junk and my hand liked the feel of it. I tried the other hand; it liked it too. I questioned, in thought, should I go to the adult arcade, suck a dick or maybe get a blow for my own dick. Then I remembered it hadn't been 4 days since my last good nut popped. It usually takes that for me to get off again.

I laughed at how long it takes now to produce enough for a good climax. I remembered my first experience with a real person. I went to a small school in a small southern town. We had 31 in my senior class. This was just my 8th grade year. My science teacher had a child older than me by 4 years. He was a straight A student. He was an Egale Scout. He had just died of cancer last summer.

We were very poor. Dad worked very hard and played pool on Saturday night at a bar. He'd have no more than 2 beers and played only twice a month. One night I overheard him tell a friend about the lady in the bar embarrassing Jim, the science teacher's husband by loudly greeting him as she walked across the room to give him a full-frontal hug. She had said, "There you are, my short peckered friend." Before he could react, she grabbed him, smashing her big breast into his chest and dragging him to a table. It was the least lit place in the room. He stayed there all night.

Armed with that knowledge and a desire to put my hands on that ample ass of his wife, I walked by her house. Shades were up. Window was clean. Light was on. She appeared to be grading papers in a middle room of the house. The bottom of the window was shoulder high to me. I stood in the light of that window hoping she would see me, smile and invite me in. In my imagination, she would ask me why I was there. I would fail to have an answer. She would kiss me because she must want me as much as I want her, right? That line of thinking comes from the head of my dick, not the one on my shoulders.

She didn't see me. I started to pull it out and jack off before I realized I was standing in the light of that window. Anyone walking or driving by would no doubt see me; I'd be the peeping tom to be feared by all or laughed at by all. I quickly walked back to the front of the house and checked the sidewalk and street both ways till darkness made them disappear. No streetlights in the residential of this little town. I had just averted the worst that could happen. I went to the back door. It was dark. I knocked on the door. It took a while for her to come. I was walking off the porch in the back when she flicked the 25-watt yellow bug light on. She opened the door but not the screen door. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

I turned, stumbled and twisted my ankle. I didn't quite go down but the pain must have registered in my face. She opened the screen and quickly came to me. "Are you okay?" she asked. I didn't answer. She put one arm around me to stabilize me. She was looking at my ankle. She helped me come in and sit on a kitchen chair in the back. She asked more questions and I decided to act like I was okay and reached for her. She helped me up. That was the second time she had lightly brushed me with her right breast. I grabbed her and tried to kiss her on the mouth. She turned away, held me in place and looked shocked. Then she softened. She said, "You can't just come here and make out with me. I'm a teacher. I am married. This is a small town. If anyone saw you here on Saturday night, rumors would fly all over town." I just stood there. Then it hit me. She's still holding me. She didn't slap me.

I said, "I think you are the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I want you to teach me. I want to get it right the first time I'm with a girl. I don't want to screw it up and have someone embarrass me like your husband."

She said, "What do you mean? Did Jim embarrass you?"

I said, "No. That lady embarrassed him at the pool hall bar. She called him her short peckered friend and took him to a corner table. He was too embarrassed to get up and play pool, so he stayed there for hours."

She asked, "Where did you hear that."

I couldn't tell her my dad said it, so I said, I had sneaked in to get cigarettes from a friend and overheard it from a man I don't know telling someone else about what happened last week.

She said, "What makes you think I would teach you about sex?"

I said, "I guess I didn't think you would not. You are a teacher. I want it so badly. I have found so many ways to touch you at school. I have fantasized about being with you so many times. I was so sure you would understand my need and help me."

She actually turned red. I thought she was mad. I thought she was going to take me home and tell on me. She didn't. She just told me to stay put. She went thru the house turning on the rest of the lights. When she came back from the front, she turned every light off except the one in the front room of the house. We stood in the back, in the dark. She sat on the chair. She said, "You cannot say a word about this." I nodded. She said, "You might not like what you need to do; you might find it repulsive. Even if you cannot do what you are told. You must not say a word about this to anyone. Again, I nodded. She said, "Show me what you've got." I pulled my pants down to my knees. My little 5-inch dick stood proudly pointing up. I had only seen dicks on people my age so I thought I was pretty good size. She mumbled something about Jim. She used her thumb and two fingers to pump it a bit. She asked, "Do you masturbate?"

I said, "Every day. Sometimes more than once. I usually go to the bathroom after your class to do it." She smiled. She confessed noticing the accidental brushes I managed to do, especially from behind.

I reached for her breast. She caught my hand. "No more accidental touching at school. I don't want you even close enough to me to reach out and touch me. These kids don't miss anything."

I agreed with a little protest. I said, "Every time I've brushed your behind, I've had to beat off quickly." One time, I didn't wait for the next class to start. I skipped the boy's room with the open stools and trough. I ran to the gym and hid in the shower. It didn't take a minute to cum. However, there was nothing to wipe with. I had to turn on a shower to wash my hands. When I came out, coach was looking at me funny. I just ran back to class.

She said, "Pull your pants up and sit here." She said, "I'll be right back." She went to the bathroom. I heard the water running for quite a while. She came out. There was enough light coming from the stars and the front room for me to see her outline and some details. She opened the door to the back porch. She said, "Tonight, you will stay dressed. If you hear someone at the front door, you will quietly go out the back porch. be careful to close the screen door quietly. Then go straight across the back yard to the alley and over to the next street. Do not come back this way tonight. That sounded like this was just the beginning of my lessons. I wanted to please her by being an attentive student. She said, "You talked like my butt was your favorite part. Is that true?"

I said, "I don't know why but I just get so hot looking at it and when I get to touch it, I have to cum." She said, "Not here. Not tonight anyway." My dick was killing me at that point. I know it had never been that hard. She was standing in front of me. I could see she had taken her pants off. She had full underwear on. That's what women wore in the 50s. She leaned down to get my forearms. Her breasts pressed against my face a bit. She had a blouse on but no bra. She lifted my arms to her hips. She pulled them to her. My hands tried to cover are ample ass cheeks. I think I moaned. I couldn't help myself. I slid off the chair to my knees, buried my face in her stomach and started licking. She pushed my head to a better spot and held me in place. I was licking her pussy thru her cotton panties. She said something and pushed my face away.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked. She had moved back so I was only holding her hips with my arms out in front.

"I couldn't help myself. I just had to do it. I hope you aren't made at me. I've never done any of this. I know this. I want more. I want to taste every part of you. I'm about to cum without touching myself. Help me do it, please."

She must have been mad at herself because she told me to stay on my knees. She dropped her panties. She turned around, backed up to my face and I started licking. I licked the insides of both cheeks while holding her hips. She bent over and I went for her hole. I was absolutely crazy with lust. I tried to stick my tongue in but I didn't make it. She stood up, turned, grabbed the back of the kitchen chair, put her left foot on the chair in front of my face. My nose was touching her pussy hair. I needed no instruction. I was licking and sucking and hoping I was in the right place. She let me go for a little bit and she was soaking wet. I thought she might be peeing a little but I didn't care. She made me lick her clit. I did it wrong and she corrected me. She taught me how to do different things with her clit and how to get the juices from her pussy into my mouth. I swallowed many times. Then it happened, I was cumming. I shoved my face into her as hard as I could to muffle the sounds I was making. She must have guessed what was happening. She held my head and moved her pussy all over my face, nose and tongue. Suddenly, she stopped, picked up her panties and went to the bathroom. Water ran, toilet flushed, she came out dressed. She held the screen door open, I left.

To be continued. ........