When I was 14 years old I was m****ted by a husband and wife that were in their 50's. I cut their lawn and did other yard work as needed. I had been working for them for almost two full years without anything unusual happening.

One day I went to their house and the husband Frank began to ask me questions, like if I had a girlfriend, etc. I told him no and then he asked me if I masturbated? I was in shock that he asked me that, I lied and said I didn't. Honestly I had been masturbating for quite some time after I found a box of my Dad's old Skin magazines.

So whenever I took a break or stopped to put gas in the mower he would come out and ask me more personal questions, like if I had ever seen a pussy or another dick. The only ones I saw were in those magazines, never in person.

Then he asked if I would like to see a pussy? Hell I wasn't sure if I did or not, I was really freaked out by the questions. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me into the garage and inside the door to the house.

We walked into the living room and his wife Marsha was there on the sofa reading a magazine and having a drink. Her husband Frank said she should show me her pussy, it would be like a sex education class. His wife put the magazine on her lap and took another sip of her drink that was on the table next to her.

Martha was okay I guess for her age, she wasn't fat or anything, but obviously my interests were with much younger girls. Martha put that magazine on the table and stood up in front of the sofa facing me now. She was wearing a nice dress with heels, she had lipstick on and she looked like she was going to a party dressed that way.

Martha looked at me for a moment, she seemed a bit unsteady in her heels. I realized looking at her expression that she was a bit tipsy. Frank had his hand on my shoulder as Martha took hold the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist, exposing herself to me right then.

She didn't have stockings or panties on, and I saw her pussy that was without hair. Frank squeezed my shoulder and made a comment about his wife's pussy. Then I felt Frank's hand between my shoulders and he was pushing me forward towards his Wife.

I was soon standing directly in front of Martha and she smiled at me in some weird way that was creepy. It was like a half grin and smile combined, Frank spoke but I wasn't listening to him. Martha looked at him and put one hand between her legs and started diddling herself as I stood there watching.

Frank asked me if I knew what that meant when a woman played with her pussy the way his wife was doing. I said no but I remembered seeing the women in those magazines doing the same thing Martha was doing now, except her hand was moving in the magazine was still pictures.

Frank then asked me if I knew what it meant when a woman played with her pussy and I told him I didn't know. He said that meant a woman wanted to have sex, she was horny and that was her way of telling the man she wanted to fuck.

Well I may have never done it but I knew what fuck meant. Frank steps past me and walks over to his wife still holding her dress up with one hand and playing with herself with the other hand. Then he unzips his pants and pulls out his Dick. I watch him jerk it really fast and after a few minutes it's still limp, Martha seems to be looking at me more than her husband beating off.

Frank finally stops and looks at me now also. He says I bet you get hard don't you? I don't answer, but I always got hard when I did the same thing Frank was doing. Staring at one of the magazines always made my Dick hard. Frank says to me you have to have a hard Dick to fuck a woman and if you can't fuck your woman then you aren't a real man.

Frank zips up and walks over to me and looks at his Wife for a moment. Martha pulls her hand from between her legs and lets her dress fall back in place. She reaches for her glass and takes another drink and then slowly walks over to me and Frank. There's the creepy smile and grin once more and I want to run like hell now.

Frank must sense this and puts his hand on my shoulder, Martha kneels down in front of me and she kind of smiles at me now. She takes her hand and lays it flat against my crotch, I try to step back away but Frank has a rather tight grip on my shoulder. Martha's hand slowly slides up and down against my jeans but the pressure is felt against my Dick.

Then Martha suddenly speaks to me softly as if she is talking to a small child, telling me it will be okay and not to worry. Her hand is still sliding up and down and soon I feel that tingle within my jeans. I see Martha smiling even more and she feels the lump inside my jeans start to grow. Martha still talks to me just above a whisper and repeats how good this feels and it will all be okay.

Within a few minutes I'm stone hard and I didn't need a magazine to make me this way, I can feel the pressure of Martha's hand against my Dick and it feels so good now. Then Martha takes her hand and grabs my Dick through my jeans, squeezing it just hard enough to make my body tingle. I never had this sensation from the magazines and Martha had a full smile on her face now.

Frank let go of my shoulder and he moved away and sat down in a nearby chair. By now Martha's hand was making my Dick ache, another sensation I didn't get to have with those magazines I used to look at. This was a new sensation having someone else rubbing my Dick, and I can't deny I didn't enjoy the feeling.

I watched Martha unzip my jeans and oh god her warm hand around my Dick made it throb. Her hand slid back and forth and she pulled my jeans down to give her more room. Frank made a sound and his eyes were on Martha's hand.

Then she stopped and said I needed to get undressed and helped me out of my clothes. Once I was naked from the waist down she took my hand and led to over to the sofa. Martha slipped off her high heels and pulled her dress up once again. She sat on the sofa and then laid back spreading her legs.

She raised her arms up towards me and smiled. I slowly knelt on the sofa and Martha pulled me towards her. Martha licked her fingers and put them into her pussy and then reached out and took my Dick into her moist hand. She pulled me towards her and then I felt her hand around my hard Dick. Martha pulled my Dick against her wetness, I had no idea what to do. She then whispered to move my hips forward and when I did I felt the warm wetness between her legs.

Martha spread her legs a bit more and pulled me into her. The feeling was overwhelming, even better that masturbating. She looked at me with a smile and told me to fuck her pussy. With an awkward movement I did get my Dick inside of her deeper and Martha moaned softly as I had to learn what to do.

She told me to fuck her faster and I moved my hips against her quickly. Martha kept saying oh my god and I moved inside of her. She grabbed my arms and squeezed them tightly as I fucked her. She told me faster & harder and I did what she wanted. Martha closed her eyes as I gave her what she wanted.

Frank made a sound and I looked over to see him on the sofa jerking off almost the same way I had done many times with the magazines. His Dick wasn't hard but he jerked it anyway as I fucked Martha.

The feeling was too much and I began to cum, shooting my white fluid into her with every thrust of my Dick. Martha's nails dug into my arms, her eyes shut tightly as she moaned very loudly. Frank said fuck yeah as my cum shot into her pussy. Martha told me to keep fucking and I did even after I was done, my Dick still as hard as it had been before.

Her body quivered and she made a grunting sound, Martha's eyes popped open and she smiled at me a moment later. I started to pull out and Martha sighed and her hips squirmed for a quick moment and then my Dick was out of her.

She lay there breathing hard and she smiled at me again. Frank was not on the sofa when I got up from the sofa. He returned a moment later with a wash cloth and handed it to me. Martha sat up and took the towel and cleaned my Dick off.

Martha put her mouth to my cheek and kissed me almost in a motherly way. She slid of the sofa and disappeared around the corner. Frank was there and he was done with himself I suppose. I dressed quickly and Frank walked me to the door a few minutes later. He gave me a $50 dollar bill and put his hand on my shoulder. He said in a low voice that it would be best if we just kept this between the Three of us. I looked at the $50 bill and just nodded my head and took off out the door.

I never went back and I never told anyone until this Posting here. Frank and Martha moved about a year later. Sometimes I think about that time, wishing I knew more than I did about sex. Had I been older I would have gone back, the money wouldn't be a factor. I had sex with a woman and I enjoyed not having to use my own hands to make me cum................