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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: A boy's first time is with a silent teacher | ||
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I got my first job when I was 15. My much older stepbrother, Jeff, worked in a small nursing home nearby, as a care assistant. Most of the care assistants were women, and they were always hoping for more males in the job, since they were better able to do things like lift the patients. So he introduced me to the owner, who agreed to take me on. Honestly, the idea disgusted me. I imagined a stale and stinky place filled with drooling people staring at the tv all day. But this place was no run-of-the-mill vegetable house, this was a clean and very expensive version for elderly people with more dollars than sense, if you know what I mean. For a 15-year-old in his first job it seemed to me like a stupid waste of money for people that I had always just thought were waiting to die. Almost all the patients had their own rooms. Some of those rooms were stupidly big, containing a sofa for their guests, and private bathrooms, and courtyards filled with ivy, and all sorts of ridiculously-expensive things that the owners didn't need. I got the feeling many of the sparkly things were provided by relatives trying to allay their own guilt at never visiting. It seemed as if the most-luxurious rooms were owned by the loneliest people. Bess was one of them. She was quite young and even pretty, and just for that reason she didn't seem to belong here. I'd say she was only about forty, but she had had a stroke at some point and she could no longer speak or even write anything onto paper. Something about the stroke had killed her ability to use language at all. She could walk fine, and generally look after her own personal needs, she just didn't talk. She didn't make a sound, actually - she had one of those beepers that she used if she needed someone, but since she couldn't let them know what she wanted, the carers generally arrived and then spent ten minutes wondering what was wrong, before wandering off. Her room was more like an apartment. No white boring hospital bed for her - it was a plush quilt, and she had a television she didn't watch, in the living room that nobody spent any time in. She always seemed to prefer the central lounge room, where the other residents sat after lunch. When someone brought her a cup of tea and a slice of chocolate cake, she smiled. It's like she knew exactly what was going on - she just couldn't respond. One of the care ladies used to brush her hair - it was long and lovely and golden, and on her slim and normal 40-year-old body, it almost made you forget that she was so helpless. Bess would just smile and smile as they heaped attention on her. Jeff decided to train me on a quiet Sunday evening. He started at one end of the central hallway - opening each door, quietly checking that they were in bed ok, collecting stray tea cups. We were the only staff around, and once we had finished checking everyone, we would have all night to watch videos in the staff area. Towards the end, I began to worry about spending all night with him. We have never lived together, and I am very glad. Jeff looks like an overgrown little kid, he's a fair-skinned, red-haired guy who looks harmless, but in reality he is a violent and mean piece of work who bullies people. We are so very different. I got my mother's dark hair and skin, thankfully, so most people don't even believe we're related. He is twice my size, so I was hoping most of my shifts would not be at the same time as his. He left the second-last door unopened, and just explained we would do Bess' room last, and then winked. I started to wonder why he winked, and I began to get a bad feeling. A few minutes later we returned, and he motioned me into her living room first. Once we were both inside, he locked her door behind him, turned to me, and whispered, "Ready to have a bit of fun, baby brother?" I'll be quite honest, I had no clue what he meant, but his question chilled me to the bone. And within moments I was to feel even more horrified. He motioned me ahead of him, into Bess' bedroom, where she lay awake on top of her quilt in a short nightdress. As I entered, she smiled. As Jeff entered, the smile disappeared. He shut her bedroom door behind him and ordered me to stand in front of it. Bewildered, I wondered what was going on, until he grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the end of her bed. I'm sure my mouth fell open in shock, but as her nightdress slid upwards and he dragged her underpants off her, realisation dawned. I began to feel violently ill. Bess' expression told me that she knew what was coming. He'd done this to her before. She was slow to physically react. I could see her naked chest, and god, she was stunning. Perfect boobs like hers simply did not belong in a place like that. Bess' dark areolas stood at attention from the rough caress of the nightgown sliding over them, and the cool air in the room which kissed them erect. Her small and shapely bottom ended up naked on the edge of the bed. I found myself staring at her cute blonde mound, even as he pushed her knees towards her chest and unbuckled his pants with his other hand. She finally turned her head away from us, and unsteadily pulled her nightdress back down over her breasts. But she made no attempt to struggle away from him. He grinned, laughed quietly, smacked her naked ass, and told her how sexy she was when she played hard-to-get. I couldn't believe my ears! I was still motionless in front of the door, deathly afraid of what he would do to me if I even so much as moved. He shoved the nightdress back up to expose her gorgeous tits again, then roughly grabbed one in his hand and massaged it as he stroked his dick. I tasted bile. He began saying revolting things to her, calling her his wanton slut, while his cock stood at attention and waited for action. I began to hope desperately that she didn't understand what he was saying. He thrust one finger roughly into her cunt, and commented, "Well Bess, wet for me already? You want this, baby? You want my big, fat cock again?" Somehow at this point it occurred to me the irony of his words. It certainly wasn't fat, and it certainly wasn't big. And right now, as I felt my own member straining against my underpants, I knew I was bigger than he was, and I was still only 15. Hell, I was hard as a rock, and I was so ashamed that the scene turned me on like this. But Jeff didn't seem to care about his size, and he finally leaned forward and pushed the head of his cock into her vagina, then grabbed her slender hips and pulled her viciously onto him. I tried to look away. My feet seemed glued to the floor, and my voice wasn't working. I couldn't even shut my eyes from this. Jeff was thrusting in and out of her, panting and talking about her sweet, sweet cunt as he fucked her hard. I felt sweat drip from my own forehead and I was terrified he would make me join in. I was terrified someone would walk in. I was terrified she would suddenly remember how to scream, or that someone would find out what had happened. Or worse, that Jeff would hurt me. I felt sick, and I felt scared, and I felt horny as all hell, and it was such a crazy combination that the confusion had me totally rattled. Her sexy breasts bounded on her chest as he pumped into her, and my cock ached for release. And I even thought about slipping a hand into my shorts to stroke myself, but then she turned her head. And she looked dead into my eyes, and they were pleading with me. Pleading to make him stop. I felt the vomit rise into my throat, and I stumbled into the open bathroom, lifted the lid and virtually projectiled into her toilet. Somehow, I managed to wash my face, and Jeff was calling me. I didn't stay away, so I crept back in. And he said, "You don't want to miss a minute of this, little brother. You gotta learn how to fuck her good and proper!" And he kept pounding into her, thursting hard against her bottom, and after a moment he moaned, grunted and shuddered against her with his last few hard slams. "Mmm, baby, like that, huh? You like it when Big Jeff fucks you good, don't you?" But she had already closed her eyes, and a single tear now trailed down towards her ear. Jeff pulled up his pants, retrieved her panties from the floor and thrust them at me. "Get her pants on her, baby brother." I must have stood still for too long, because he grabbed them back off me and jammed one of her feet through the leg-hole, and then the other, shoving the underpants upwards past her knees. As he got to her bottom, he rolled her from side to side, yanking them up cruelly, and finally he dragged her back up the bed and put her under the quilt. Before he left, he moved enough of the quilt to roughly grab a tit in one hand again, grin at her and blow her a kiss. She didn't even open her eyes. Somehow I trailed him back to the staff area. As we went inside, he only had one thing to say. "You keep your mouth shut, and you can have her pussy anytime you want, baby brother. You breathe a word, and I'll make you some concrete shoes." As ridiculous as he sounded, something told me it was no joke. I could forget about worrying over losing my job if I told anyone. A more pressing issue was that I was sure he would, indeed, kill me. Sitting beside him, watching that movie, was the slowest night of my life. The only redeeming feature of this job was that once I was trained, I never had to work with Jeff. I had three evenings a week, all by myself, and that suited me just fine. Bess looked right through me as I arrived most nights. I knew she must have remembered that I'd stood there, motionless, and not saved her. The shame filled me every evening as she lay awake until I pulled up her quilt. Some nights I sat with her, and read to her from one of the bound novels in her bookcase. Occasionally, she would smile. I'd kiss her forehead as I left. Perhaps one day she'd understand I wasn't like him, and that I was sorry. But maybe I was just as bad, because I still checked her room last, still lusted over her body, and still got rock hard when I thought about her beautiful tits. I'd leave her room each evening, go straight to the employee shower, and stroke my hard cock until I came. I would usually explode all over the shower wall within seconds, just thinking about jamming my cock into that hot, sweet pussy. I could see her bouncing breasts in my mind's eye. I could see her knees jammed up and see her furry blonde mound above the delicious cunt, I could see my hands on her perfect ass as I rammed into her over and over. I wondered how she would taste, I imagined stroking her clit, smelling her sweet perfume, and my finger disappearing in her up to the knuckle. But the idea of raping her revolted me. I must have had some faulty gene in my 15-year-old brain, because I could only imagine fucking any woman if she were enjoying it. So there was no way I'd ever do what my brother had done to her. And I resigned myself to the fact I'd never feel those beautiful tits in my hands. But that all changed one Saturday evening, when I went to check on her. She wasn't in her bed, and I reeled in horror, wondering where she was. I was genuinely worried, because strangely, I'd begun to care about Bess. But a moment later I found her - sitting on the floor, with the bottom drawer of her dresser open. She looked up at me and smiled, then carefully put some mystery object back into the drawer, and finally sat there, just looking at me. So I'm looking at the bed, pointing at the bed, trying to get her to understand. I pointed at my watch and told her it was bedtime. I made a "sleeping" motion with my hands under my cheek, to try to explain. She just gave me "that" look, the one that pleaded me to help, the very same one that she'd given me as Jeff slammed against her pretty butt. And I closed my eyes to try and force that memory away, but all I managed to get was a rock-hard penis. Damnit. I realised I'd have to lift her to her feet, so I moved behind her the way I'd been taught, and went to lift her under her arms. I desperately hoped she would get the idea of walking to bed once I had her upright. But as I lifted her, my hand grazed her breast, and it was all I could do to stay steady. She didn't move her legs at all once she was upright, just stood still, and I was afraid that if I moved away she'd fall. And then she shocked the hell out of me, by moving one hand up, placing it over mine, and pushing my palm deliberately back onto her breast. Before I realised what I was doing, I had cupped her gorgeous tit and was feeling its beautiful weight in my hand. And oh wow, I felt her nipple harden and poke insistently into my palm. Jesus Christ. Realisation gripped me a moment later. I can't touch her! Jesus. Jesus. What am I doing? I tried to pull away, but her hand fastened on my own, holding it tighter against her heavy mound, like a vice. Her head titled backwards as she arched her neck. Holy shit, she's as horny as I am! But no, no, no, I can't do this. I so cannot do this. I can't touch this lady. She's... she is helpless, it's wrong! My heart was pounding in my chest, my head was screaming, my cock was like a concrete missile in my pants and hurting like hell, busting to get out of its confines and wedge its way into her tight pussy. God, I wanted her, this was killing me. I stood still, trying to get myself under control. But her hair was brushing against my neck and I could smell her womanly scent. A hint of fragrance, the curve of a butt leaning against my straining cock, a beautiful breast in my hand, and it was almost too much to bear. I tried to push her towards the bed, and she half-cooperated. I thought I would actually succeed in tucking her in and running for the staff room to shoot my load on the tiles like usual. We reached the foot of the bed and I turned her to face me, then sat her on the side of the bed and swung her legs up, and finally, I was getting somewhere. As she lay on the bed, motionless, I went to lift her towards the pillow, and she gave me that same look. I realised I was nearing the end of my self-control, so I backed away from her to try and put physical distance between us. Unfortunately, that was my undoing. From the doorway I could clearly see she wasn't wearing any underwear. And she just kept staring at me with her big green eyes, and I thought I knew what she wanted. A 15-year-old virgin isn't the most confident of males. I knew what to do, hell, I'd seen enough porn to get the general idea, but how many teenaged boys do it with a... what was she? A silent woman in a nursing home. And for their first time? She couldn't even guide me, tell me what was nice, tell me if I hurt her, for goodness sake. So I kinda stood there just staring back at her, hoping I had got it wrong, hoping she would smile and close her eyes and sleep. But she just stared and stared, and then she shifted her knees apart just enough for me to know what she had in mind, alright. So I figured I'd work it all out. Somehow. Now I cared about this lady, but hell, I was still a teenaged boy. Sex matters more than anyone's feelings, right? So Bess was just going to be a quick root, I figured. Score! I can get a good fuck in tonight! l locked her front door and almost ran back into her room. She was waiting, exactly where I'd left her, and just looking at me. I pretty much bounded towards her and massaged her tits with both hands. Damn, I'd wanted to do this for weeks. They felt even better than I had imagined. I pushed her nightdress up above them and stopped, to see her reaction, worried that she'd turn her head away in sadness, as she'd done before. But she smiled at me, and closed her eyes. Her nipples grazed at me as I rolled them in my fingertips, and her chest rose and fell faster as I played with her glorious mounds. I could have done that all night, in total bliss, except that my rock-hard cock had more pressing ideas in mind. I was so uncomfortable that I stood up, yanked my clothes off, and returned, perching on the end of the bed and pushing her knees up to explore her pussy. I wanted to feel if she wanted me. As I parted her pussy lips, her wet slit glistened at me. Oh, she was horny alright, and if I had felt any doubts, they were gone pretty fast. I wondered again in doubt if she really wanted this. I stopped touching her, and after a moment her eyes flew open. I trailed one finger along the side of her pussy mound, and she smiled for a moment, then closed her eyes again. Yeah, she wanted this. She wanted me to fuck her hard. She wanted me pounding into her cunt. I was sure I'd come the second I felt her pussy gripping my cock. I could feel precum leaking from the head. I started touching her closer to the hole, circling but not quite touching, just exploring her and taking my time. I nudged my fingertips almost to her clit, and moved away without making contact. I ran my thumb along the side of her opening and back up again, getting her juices spread around nicely. I looked at her closed eyes, and pushed my little finger into her cunt. Her feet pushed onto the bed and her butt lifted just slightly up, then fell back down. She did it once more as I moved my finger in and out, and as I exchanged it for my index finger. Man, she was so tight. I'll never forget the feeling of that first wet cunt gripping my finger. I wondered how it would feel to fuck her silly. I wondered whether I'd even be able to get my cock in, so I pushed two fingers in at once. She rolled her head from side to side and breathed heavily, her hips moving gently against my hand. I had my palm upwards by this stage, and I toyed with the idea of adding my thumb to feel how she could stretch. After all, when else was I going to have someone like this to experiment on? But as soon as my thumb was wet I changed my mind, and slid my thumb out, where it accidentally brushed her clit. Jesus, her legs moved into overdrive the moment I touched her. She pushed up against me. When I pulled my thumb away her feet sent her hips into the air with a jerk. I was horrified, thinking I must have hurt her, and I yanked my hand away in terror, looking at her face to get some clue. She had a look of pure desperation. But a moment later her eyes flew open, with that same pleading look returning, so I knew she'd been unhappy when I took my hand away. I replaced my fingers and I touched her clit gently. Again, her hips bucked to try and get closer to my thumb. I felt like a kid staring at a science project, examining her in innocent fascination. This was brilliant. Who knew that women would do that? I kept my thumb on her button and rocked ever so gently, to try and see how hard to rub, trying to watch her face and learn something, anything, about whether I was doing this right or wrong. And all I got was panting and head-rolling, but the hips kept going, so I figured she'd figure out some way to tell me once she'd had enough. Meanwhile I was happy to experiment and enjoy the show. Her beautiful pussy was spilling its slick honey all over my hand and onto the bed. I decided it was time to see how she tasted. I stroked the fingers of my other hand around her pussy and licked them. Oh, she was sweet. I pulled both hands away and moved my face close to breathe her in. She was just amazing, she smelled so divine that my head spun. I touched my tongue to her pussy lips and licked her gently. I tickled her clit with my tongue and she jumped slightly. I thrust my tongue into her opening as far as I could reach, then flattened it and stroked her clit as hard as I could. And she bucked hard against me, jerking upwards to regain contact when I moved away. Licking at her sopping cunt, I cleaned up every drop of her nectar, relishing in the amazing sensory overload of having my face in a woman's lovely pussy for the first time. After several minutes my face needed a rest, so I sat up and resumed exploring with my hands. She was still wriggling as my fingers and thumb continued their assault on her, and I was so tempted to shove my cock into her pussy and pound away at her beautiful cunt. But I doubted any woman would let me learn and play with her like Bess was, so I decided to stroke my cock for a while instead. As I wrapped my honey-covered hand around my cock head, I realised straight away I was on the brink of orgasm. To this day I can't figure out how I managed not to come, but I pulled my hand away and planted it under her firm little ass, to stop from touching myself, and it worked. I was so busy concentrating on gripping her butt and calming down that I hadn't noticed what Bess was doing. Her head wasn't just moving side to side, she was now thrashing about, writhing and squirming and panting so loudly I was almost afraid. But before I could pull my hands away, her back arched, hips shoving hard at my thumb still nestled against her clitoris, and I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers and start to rhythmically contract. Holy Moses, the woman was having an orgasm on my hand! That wasn't supposed to happen, I had thought this was all about myself, and I hadn't really cared whether she enjoyed much it or not. As she continued to pant, her eyes opened and she was smiling again, and looking straight at me. I felt her slippery juices flowing all over my hand, and I looked into her eyes, and her big, sexy tits heaved in front of me, and I didn't care if I exploded on my second thrust, I needed to feel her cunt. It was even tighter around my fingers after she came, her pussy lips all swollen and begging me to fuck her. I dragged her to the edge of the bed and shoved her knees up higher now just like Jeff had. I no longer cared what she thought, I just wanted her like a wild animal wants its prey. I stepped forward and pictured what he had done to her. I jammed my cock head close to her entrance and grasped her hips. But I made the mistake of stopping before I pulled her towards me, and I looked into her face. As my hands tugged her hips to fit my cock, she kept smiling, and oh, the feeling of her cunt was so breathtaking I nearly lost it right there, I still can't believe how hot and wet and perfect it felt just gripping me for dear life. I had to breathe and try not to think about what I was doing, but damn, her huge white tits stared at me with their perky dark nipples, and I nearly came on the first stroke, as I had feared. Breathe, breathe. Calm down. Look somewhere else! I failed, and I leaned forwards to grab her boobs in my hands, and roll her nipples in my fingers. And after a moment I felt like I could continue. So I pulled her against me slowly, feeling the delicious ridges of her pussy as it caressed my hard cock and stroked at me like a thousand gripping hands. After a moment, I dared to move faster, loving the feeling of her hot wet tunnel, feeling my orgasm getting closer. I thust harder against her, pounding into her and feeling my balls slapping against her ass, then on impulse I put my thumb back onto her wet clit. She immediately bucked her hips again, and a moment later her pussy tightened around me like a fist as she convulsed and came hard on my cock. I felt my balls tighten, and I moaned nonsense words, flailing about as I tried to hang on. I barely knew where I was as my hips kept moving on their own, and then the orgasm ripped through me. I exploded inside her, and my cock just kept on jerking and jerking for what seemed like hours, flooding my brain with amazing pleasure until I couldn't even see. I've still never managed to feel that good in an orgasm since. She literally blew me away. When I regained my senses, and looked back at her, she was beaming. A solitary tear ran down one side of her face. |
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