Straight Male / 19
Mrs. Besch is the meat cutter at a specialty shop where I have worked since 16. She told me she was 50 but I can't stop looking at her T&A and she knows it. She has said more than once, "Like what you see?" So she obviously catches my glances. She has given me compliments and been very flirty but quite frankly, she is years older than my own mom.
When I turned 18 I was a senior in High School and she asked me if anything special was happening, like a birthday party. The shop was then closed and we prepared to leave for the day and I said, not really, but mom bought a little cake. Mrs. Besch, who was always frank, asked me if I ever had "relations" with the opposite sex. I said, "no" not quite understanding what she meant at the time. She said, "Let's take care of that today." She pulled a tube and what I realized was a pack of condoms out of her handbag and asked if I knew what to do with that. When I did not respond she showed me by opening my trousers and pulling out my then hard tool.
She said, "My first husband taught me the art of ass-fucking and he was a master at it. He taught me to love it and I do. She pulled her underpants off and hoisted her skirt. My cock was so hard it hurt some. It also vibrated in expectation of he sex to come, which felt like a day dream. With a lubricated condom on, Mrs. Besch backed into me and took my joint in her hand, saying, "You ARE big for your age," slipping me into her anus. I could feel her anus gripping and loosening on my boner and it was intense, new, and breathtaking for me.
Someone rapped on the front door and fortunately, they could not see us connected like we were. They apparently saw the closed sign on the door and left. Mrs. Besch asked if I liked it and kept moving so, in effect, we were fucking an ass fuck. This was my first ever sex and my head spun. As she fucked me, she sang a little "happy birthday" song. When I Graduated from HS, Mrs. Besch said, "Let's do it a lot and build some memories. We did, and I'm remembering right now with a large hard-on. Next time I'm home I will visit the shop and see if there is anything there for me. She must be 52 now, but wow.
When I turned 18 I was a senior in High School and she asked me if anything special was happening, like a birthday party. The shop was then closed and we prepared to leave for the day and I said, not really, but mom bought a little cake. Mrs. Besch, who was always frank, asked me if I ever had "relations" with the opposite sex. I said, "no" not quite understanding what she meant at the time. She said, "Let's take care of that today." She pulled a tube and what I realized was a pack of condoms out of her handbag and asked if I knew what to do with that. When I did not respond she showed me by opening my trousers and pulling out my then hard tool.
She said, "My first husband taught me the art of ass-fucking and he was a master at it. He taught me to love it and I do. She pulled her underpants off and hoisted her skirt. My cock was so hard it hurt some. It also vibrated in expectation of he sex to come, which felt like a day dream. With a lubricated condom on, Mrs. Besch backed into me and took my joint in her hand, saying, "You ARE big for your age," slipping me into her anus. I could feel her anus gripping and loosening on my boner and it was intense, new, and breathtaking for me.
Someone rapped on the front door and fortunately, they could not see us connected like we were. They apparently saw the closed sign on the door and left. Mrs. Besch asked if I liked it and kept moving so, in effect, we were fucking an ass fuck. This was my first ever sex and my head spun. As she fucked me, she sang a little "happy birthday" song. When I Graduated from HS, Mrs. Besch said, "Let's do it a lot and build some memories. We did, and I'm remembering right now with a large hard-on. Next time I'm home I will visit the shop and see if there is anything there for me. She must be 52 now, but wow.
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