I became interested in girls and sex when I was 8 thanks to a 13-year-old neighbor who introduced me to porn and gay sex. While I enjoyed sex with guys, I outgrew it almost entirely by my early teens. Any guy I screw now has to be a tranny that is so good he could work as a stripper and no one would know. But that's not the story.

Being young and interested in women - not girls WOMEN - made me frustrated. I lost my virginity at 9 with a girl my own age, and we both liked it, but I wanted TITS!

Then, a month before my 11th birthday, my neighbor had a lot of work done on his house, having a ramp installed and some stuff inside. I heard his sister had been in a car wreck and was was now an invalid and was moving in with him. I was curious, and when the day came and she arrived, I watched from my yard.

Patrice was not a stunning beauty. She was almost 40, and skinny. And in a wheelchair. But her tits looked to be the perfect shape. And she wore a skirt - this made me imagine how easy it would be to get to her pussy. While I was watching her she moved her skirt up to scratch her thigh, revealing that she wore stockings. This made me whack off imagining her.

I went over and began doing odd jobs, getting paid and finding out about my sexual fantasy object. It turned out the nerve damage Patrice had suffered left her mobile, but unable to support her own weight walking or lift much in her arms. She had also been unmarried. I actually brought her flowers, served her tea, and tried to write her a poem. All the while imaging what she would look like naked.

Just before my birthday, she had fallen asleep in the backyard. No one was around, and I was randy. So I pushed up her skirt until the top of her stocking and her bare thigh and panties were revealed. I rubbed my dick against her thigh and as I got excited, I molested her wonderful tits. Eventually I came on her, then I cleaned her up and kissed her.

As I did the chores around the house for which I was being paid a whole five dollars a day (that was a lot for an 11-year-old in 1990), I went into her private bathroom, retrieved a pair of her panties from the dirty clothes, and jerked off in them, which is something I had dome a few times before. I hadn't cu, yet when I saw Patrice staring at me from the door. I stopped for a moment, but she told me go ahead and finish. Instead of letting the panties catch the cum like I had before, I let it squirt out into the laundry hamper while she watched.

Patrice had woken up when I was molesting her in the garden, and we talked about what I had done. I decided to go for truth and told her that she was hot and I wanted to fuck her. She had a hard time crediting that a boy just short of his 11th birthday would want to fuck a 39-year-old woman. But my still-hard dick was pointed right at her face. She asked if I was going to continue using her panties and molesting her in her sleep while I was "helping" in the house, and I said "yes". She asked if I intended to rape her, and I said I dreamed about fucking her, so maybe. She let me go home.

My 11th birthday was the next and I had the usual party. Patrice's brother gave me a bag of game tokens for a video arcade, and I got a note from Patrice that said, "Happy birthday, and I want all your dreams to come true. Concerning the matter we discussed in the laundry room, you have complete carte blanche. You don't even have to ask my permission to take care of it." I didn't read it out loud, and no one asked.

That afternoon, as soon as Patrice's brother pulled out of the driveway, I ran over and went inside. Patrice was in the living room watching TV so I pushed her into the bedroom and pulled her out of her wheelchair and almost threw her on her bed. I stripped down, straddled her waist and ripped her top open and pulled down her bra and feasted my eyes, my hands, and my mouth on the first naked woman's tits I had ever seen.

While I indulged myself, Patrice was all weepy and talking about how she was a virgin at 39 and now it was too late and wanted something besides her fingers or a cucumber inside her. Her limbs were too weak to move her, but she could hold positions well enough. I stripped her down to just her stockings and garters and made her my three-hole whore. From that day on, I wasn't "Jimmy" when we were alone I was "Lover".

I used her twice a day at least after that, and snuck over and spent the night frequently. After a year I began to pimp her out, and she was amazed that junior-high boys would pay fifty dollars to fuck a 40-year-old woman in a wheelchair. Her first gang-bang was on July 4th, and she went all-out being the greatest slut she could be for those ten boys. By the time I was 13, her brother was joining in. When I was 14, my family moved away and we lost contact.

Patrice died in 2002, age 51. I was invited to her funeral. Her funeral was attended by a lot of very young men. She had made up for the first 39 years of chastity by being a full-throttle slut her last dozen years. Her brother thanked me for what I did for her.

I have a 12 year old daughter named Patrice. One day I'm going to tell her where her name came from.