Chapter 1

Sometime, something trivial causes life to take a completely unexpected turn. That moment for me came when I was not too young, maybe sixteen. I was doing nothing in particular and walking to the little store in our little town when I overheard my grandfather make a joke to our neighbour that went something like this:

Older women are the best:

They don’t yell.

They don’t tell.

They don’t swell.

And they give like hell.

I was intrigued to hear that and thought about it constantly for the next few days, especially when I was horny, which at sixteen was practically every minute of the day and waking moment at night.

It was a more conservative time, and where I come from doubly so. Premarital sex was absolutely forbidden and practically unheard of; sex education consisted of peers speculating about the best way to masturbate and how to best look down which girl’s shirt to get the deepest view of her cleavage. And girls were expected to be pure virgins on their wedding night as the bloody towel was their proof of purity was still required by the village elders.

As a sixteen-year-old, I had zero chance of ever getting laid before I found a job and was ready to settle down and marry one of the village’s girls. But I was too horny for that.

I figured I needed one of those who gave like hell without a chance to swell. I was well educated, so despite the lack of sex education, I knew that the don’t swell thing referred to women who are past their menopause. So I needed somebody who is older than 50 or so, preferably married and who’s available to my horny self without raising suspicions in our closely knit community.

Making up my mind about the issue, I started looking around to see who would fit. There weren’t many options. After thinking enough about it, there was only one option that would work: my mother’s cousin, Lucia, and she was perfect.

Lucia was in her late 40s and still looked reasonably good. She was a good woman but had very bad luck. As told by Mom, Lucia had been engaged twice when younger and almost married, but unlucky for her and them, both of her fiancés got killed accidentally. So she was considered bad luck and no man would dare court her lest he too would meet an untimely end.

I liked Lucia. She had tutored me a few years ago when I was struggling in school after a month’s sickness. She helped me catch up to my peers academically and made me feel good while doing it.

Yes, Lucia would be perfect if I could accomplish this.

Once my mind was made up, I needed a good reason why I would spend time with her. Since it was a precedent, what could be better than needing some tutoring?

It was easy to get myself in that position. That month, I tanked two of my monthly tests and got myself in hot water with my parents. As Mom and Dad were chastising me, when the question ‘what am I going to do with you?’ came up, I answered that I’m having some difficulties in those subjects and I needed help. I let my parents figure out for themselves that Lucia is the solution as she was the only one that did that in our village.

So the next day Mom dragged me to her cousin’s house and let me know in front of Lucia in no uncertain terms that I was expected to do much better on the next month’s tests as they were the midterm tests, OR ELSE.

After Mom left in a huff, I was alone with Lucia who welcomed me with her warm smile.

Mom had asked Lucia to help me as much as possible for the next two months, and Lucia said she’s available on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays for the next two months.

“Luca, would you like some water before we start?”

“Yes, thank you.”

As Lucia went to her kitchen, I watched her walk away. She was in a knee-length house dress. As she got into the very well-lit hallway leading to the kitchen, the sun fell on her front, illuminating her and the shape of her body showed through the somewhat thin cloth. She had gained some weight since she had tutored me last time, but she still had a great shape.

Now faced with the situation, I really had no idea how to approach my goal. I had no idea how to talk to girls, let alone grown women, and I definitely had zero experience seducing anybody or proposing anybody.

Lucia came back with two glasses and a pitcher of water on a tray and placed them on the dining room table.

“Come here, Luca, it’s best if we work here at this table.”

Lucia directed me to sit in one chair, and she sat directly next to me, close enough for me to feel the warmth emanating from her body. Just thinking about what I wanted to do started getting me hard.

Lucia was all business as usual. She asked me where we had reached and which parts were giving me the most trouble. While I was very aware of her proximity and her clean smell was having a most profound effect on my senses, she seemed oblivious to my state.

That first day, I simply pretended to do the work along with her while trying my best to come up with some kind of plan to move the relationship from tutor-student to something else.

By the end of the session that day, I was very frustrated. I had no clue how to approach the subject or how to steer the direction of events to what I wanted.

It took more than a week for things to change, and they only changed because I was too frustrated to think, and on impulse, I reached beside me and grabbed Lucia’s right breast through her clothes and squeezed it lightly for a second or two. She had her elbows on the table, and I reached under her arm and did it.

Lucia didn’t react as I expected. She didn’t say anything. She kept going with the lesson. I had expected her to react by removing my hand, by jumping away, by yelling at me, and telling me not to do that.

But she did nothing. She either pretended it didn’t happen or she didn’t feel it, but I don’t think that she didn’t feel it. She couldn’t have not felt it.

I guess this is what they were talking about when they said ‘they don’t yell’. Lucia definitely didn’t yell.

Her lack of reaction gave me the green light to try again and see what happens. So I did. I reached under her right arm again and grabbed her breast and felt its weight on my hand. It was surprisingly heavy, and this time I noticed her nipple in its middle. I caressed it with my hand softly while Lucia kept up her explanation of the problem as if nothing was happening. Although, I’m sure she felt what I was doing as her speech wasn’t as fluid anymore, and there was a shake in her voice. But she didn’t say anything about me grabbing her breast.

Not knowing what to do differently, I kept holding her full, soft breast in my hand and lightly squeezing it. My adrenaline was through the roof, and my cock was painfully hard.

Lucia kept ignoring my very obvious action on her breast.

After a while, it started to feel a little weird, but at the same time, my level of arousal wasn’t dropping. I was hard and ready to go, even though I didn’t know where to go from here.

Since Lucia wasn’t stopping me, I figured I might as well get more and see what happens.

Lucia had a button-up shirt over a long skirt. I extended my arm and reached the middle of her chest between her tits and started unbuttoning her shirt. I unbuttoned her shirt from the top button all the way down to her belly and pulled the side away from her and exposed her bra-clad tits to my eyes.

I reached under the cup of her bra and grabbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it a bit firmly. For the first time, Lucia changed. She stopped reading from the book but still didn’t resist and didn’t say anything. She kept looking at the book in front of her. Since she didn’t say anything, I figured that she didn’t mind what I was doing.

I reached for her collar from the back and pulled her shirt down her back and off her shoulders. Lucia then dropped her elbows from the table, and that helped me pull it down further until it came free from her arms and pooled behind her on the chair.

Lucia had a black bra supporting her surprisingly large tits. I leaned to look at the back and saw the clasps, so I reached over and undid them with difficulty as it was my first time unhooking a woman’s bra.

Once unhooked, I pulled the bra straps off Lucia’s shoulders and, as the cups fell down, for the first time in my life, saw a woman’s naked breasts while they weren’t breastfeeding a baby. I was in awe. Lucia’s breasts looked great to my inexperienced eyes. With a trembling hand, I reached and grabbed her nipple again and played with it. I rolled it between my fingers and squeezed it.

After playing with her nipple for a good minute or two, I looked up to find Lucia’s eyes closed and her mouth open a little. Lucia was taking quick, shallow breaths.

I reached for her left breast and grabbed its nipple and played with that too. It was far, so I pulled her nipple closer, and Lucia turned her torso towards me compliantly but didn’t change her position on the chair. She basically allowed me to do whatever I wanted. She didn’t help, but she didn’t hinder nor resist. I now had the freedom to play with both tits and their nipples.

And I did.

I pinched, rolled, and rotated Lucia’s hard nipples for a while. Then I put my lips around one and sucked. Lucia’s breaths could be clearly heard by then.

As I sucked on her nipple, I reached with my now-free hand and caressed her back. Her skin was very smooth and soft. As my hand roamed over her back, I reached down below her back and onto the upper swells of her generous butt.

I may have hesitated when I started touching Lucia’s breast, but with her butt there was no hesitation. I simply slipped my hand under the waistband of her skirt, under her underwear, and right into her butt crack.

Amazingly, still no resistance from Lucia.

I pulled her upper body towards me, and that had the intended effect of pulling her ass a bit off the chair, allowing me more room to go down between her cheeks.

I could feel fuzzy hair between her cheeks. Unluckily for me, as my finger reached her asshole, my arousal got the best of me, and I forcefully came in my pants. I couldn’t help it.

As my orgasm subsided, my motivation to touch and explore the unresisting Lucia subsided along with it, and I stopped playing with her body. I was a little embarrassed with myself and excused myself to a closed-eyed Lucia and left her sitting there topless and went home.

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That was on a Wednesday. For the next two days, I masturbated like a monkey. I beat my meat over five times every day to the memory of Lucia’s body and her compliant attitude. However, on Saturday, it hit me that in the afternoon, I would go to her house again. I wasn’t sure what would happen as during the two days that passed, Lucia had a lot of time to think about what I did, and she may have come to a decision that I may not like.

But I figured that since she hadn’t said anything to my mom, that meant she might still be willing to let me explore her.

On the way to Lucia’s house, I was sweating profusely. I was both very excited and very apprehensive. Luckily for me, close to Lucia’s house, there was a public fountain that people drank from. It was cold and clean. I stopped there to drink as I was getting quite dehydrated and to wash as much of my sweat as I could.

I knocked on Lucia’s door, and a few seconds later, it opened, and I saw Lucia standing there, her face unreadable. I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me in or not. It took a few awkward seconds, but finally, Lucia moved aside, half-hiding behind the door and tilting her head in a ‘come in’ gesture.

Relieved, I walked in and headed to the dining room as usual, and spread my books as I did in prior instances to start our tutoring session and sat in my chair.

I looked over Lucia and found her standing by the dining room’s door, seemingly not knowing what to do or expect.

I waited for her patiently. I couldn’t keep my excitement down. But I felt that I had to let her make up her own mind as I wasn’t sure I could pressure her into anything.

I started by opening my bag and pulling my book and booklet out. I saw Lucia move in the corner of my eye as she got closer and sat next to me. She was moving a little stiffly, but other than that, she didn’t change her behavior.

She started the next lesson as usual, and I tried not to show my boredom as I knew the material and wasn’t there for that.

I waited for signs of relaxation from Lucia, and it took more than thirty minutes for them to show. The hesitation in her voice vanished, and her body sagged a little, telling me that she’s not on her guard anymore.

I gave her a few minutes and then put my hand on her thigh midway between her knee and crotch. Lucia had a long and thin housedress on; it must have been old.

There was a catch in her voice as she read, but otherwise, no other reaction.

I started a circular movement with my hand on her thigh, lightly caressing it. There was no change from Lucia. She kept on going as though I wasn’t doing anything.

So I did the same to the best of my ability. I pretended to follow the lesson while I kept my hand busy. Bit by bit, I enlarged the circle that my hand was caressing on Lucia’s thigh. Soon I was going from her knee to almost her crotch, slowly and featherlight.

I didn’t dare touch her crotch yet, but I had to do more, so on the up stroke towards her crotch, I lightly grabbed her dress and pulled it up a tiny bit. I kept doing that until I finally felt my fingers touch the hem. Once the hem reached a little above Lucia’s knee, I put my hand directly on her skin and continued the same caresses until I had pushed her dress up all the way to her crotch. I didn’t know I was that close to her crotch until the side of my hand came into contact with her panties.

When my hand bumped into Lucia’s crotch, she stopped reading, but kept looking at the book.

I resumed the caressing motion and when my hand pulled away from her panties’ crotch, Lucia exhaled audibly and resumed reading.

Lucia’s inner thigh was smooth as silk. It was the softest skin I had touched in my life.

I was encouraged that Lucia hadn’t tried to keep my hand out and didn’t close her thighs more at least. All were good signs that I could keep going even though I had no idea where I was really going.

It was a little weird for me that I was doing all these things and Lucia didn’t even acknowledge the fact that they were happening at all. I didn’t know what to make of that and didn’t know how to exactly proceed to more.

Well, one thing was for sure, I could experiment and find out as Lucia wasn’t helping, and definitely not hindering.

I stopped worrying about negative consequences and started doing what I wanted to do. If Lucia had a problem with any of it, I’ll stop whenever she says so.

Coming to that decision in my mind, I just turned to fully face Lucia’s side and pulled her dress up and gathered it behind her, revealing her thighs and crotch area.

Lucia kept reading.

I pulled her knee towards me, opening up her legs as wide as they would go. Lucia’s panties were plain white and didn’t show anything through. Although plenty of hair escaped the leg hole. I pulled the front of her panties away from her body to be greeted by a thick mat of curly black hair. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute and my cock felt like an iron bar stuck in my pants at the wrong angle.

Lucia was sitting the same way with her elbows on the table reading. This angled the action parts of her crotch down and I couldn’t see anything. I needed her to move and she wasn’t. So I put my hand on her tits and gently pushed back in an effort to have her sit back in her chair. Lucia’s torso moved back with my hand and she brought the book with her and continued reading out loud, but with a lower, hesitating voice.

With Lucia’s back against the chair, her crotch got angled better for me to see what was there.

Nothing.

I couldn’t see anything different. The hair was so thick that I could see no details.

I needed to feel it. So I stuck my hand in all that hair and felt around.

It was wet!

There was a lot of heat and wetness down there. I looked up and found Lucia’s eyes closed and her mouth open.

I brought my wet fingers to my nose and took a whiff of whatever coated them. It was a most intense smell. An odour that got my cock even harder if possible. It was a smell that I would remember for the rest of my life and I would seek it with my nose whenever I was around any woman.

I got off the chair and knelt in front of Lucia, pushing her chair back away from the table. I tried pulling her underwear off but it was stuck under her butt. I reached behind her and pulled from the back.

“Lift your butt.” I said a bit quietly.

Compliantly, Lucia lifted the hip that I had pulled out and allowed me to pull her underwear down a little and settled back down.

“Lift the other side!” She did and I managed to pull the underwear completely off.

I pushed Lucia’s knees as far as physically possible to reveal as much as possible. From this angle and spread that wide, I could see something other than hair now. There was a set of wet lips between her legs. I caressed them with my finger and heard Lucia gasp. I looked up; her eyes were closed still.

I pushed my finger between those lips and at the bottom, my finger found a hole and sunk easily all the way. I felt around and found the weirdest, smoothest, and slipperiest texture I’ve ever felt in my life.

I knew what fucking was as I had witnessed my grandfather’s cow being bred by a bull.

I wanted to feel that slipperiness on my cock. So without hesitation, I pushed my pants down, and my cock sprung up bigger and harder than ever. I pulled on Lucia’s knees to have her slide off the chair enough to bring her hole off the edge of the chair. She was heavy, but since she didn’t resist, slowly her ass moved towards me.

Once close enough, I raised up straight on my knees, bringing my cock level with Lucia’s crotch. I pushed my cock down a little, lining it up with her hole, and pushed its head between her slippery lips. Her lips separated, and I felt the most wonderful hot wetness that my cock had ever experienced so far.

My cock didn’t slide in as easily as my finger had as there was a tight constriction right inside those lips.

I looked up, and Lucia was biting her lower lip, and her eyes were scrunched shut.

I made another push, and my cock was thwarted by whatever that constriction was. It was like trying to push my cock into a keyhole.

The wet heat was getting to me, and Lucia’s compliance was turning me on immensely. On my third shove, I started cuming uncontrollably. My instinct was to push harder, and that’s what my body did. Pushing harder on each ejaculation between Lucia’s lips had the effect of forcing my cock head through the constriction, jamming at least five centimetres of my cock inside Lucia’s body.

Lucia yelped at the intrusion, and she dropped the book from her hand, grabbing my shoulders tightly. She didn’t push me away but clamped her thighs around my hips. I guess it was an involuntary reaction.

As I penetrated Lucia, I felt the intense heat inside her. I couldn’t move my muscles anymore, and my cock spewed jet after jet of my cum inside the most pleasurable hole.

I was unmoving for a good minute or two. I could still feel the intense heat and the remnants of the exquisite pleasure that I had just felt for the very first time in my life, that of depositing a load of my seed inside the receptive body of a willing female.

Alas, I lost most of my hardness, and soon the tightness in Lucia’s pussy expelled my mostly soft cock from her wonderful depths.

Drained of all energy and high on endorphins, I sat back on my haunches and soon got up, rearranged my clothes, and left Lucia sitting there with my seed dripping onto the floor under her chair.

Chapter 2

I couldn’t believe my luck. At sixteen, I had managed to stick my dick into a woman without having to marry her, go to jail, or get shot by some indignant father. I had accomplished something that none of my peers had managed to do to my knowledge.

I was floating on a cloud for the next two days as I waited to go see Lucia again.

At school, I started to show signs of improvement so that my mother would think that Lucia’s tutoring was having its intended effect on my grades.

My success with Lucia emboldened me and made me think of other conquests that I could make.

I started to look seriously at girls trying to find compliant ones like Lucia. I knew that girls my age were different in attitude than somebody in Lucia’s situation, but I knew that girls came in different varieties. Some were more compliant than others, and some were unapproachable, as evidenced by my own sisters.

I didn’t see anything sure but spotted a couple of possibilities that seemed worth pursuing. Donna was one of those who showed the most potential. She was a plain girl, a year older than me, even though she was a grade lower. She wasn’t a bright girl and had flunked a couple of years, putting her a year behind me academically.

I had spotted a boy in her class chasing her as they played a pursuit game, and he had grabbed her by the tits when he caught her, and she didn’t show any sign of resistance despite showing signs of distress at his handling of her womanly assets.

Donna lived a few houses away from mine. We had played together when we were younger as our mothers were friends, but we had never clicked. She was a little dull and was never able to carry a conversation, and it seemed that we never had any interest in common. When we were younger, I avoided her whenever she came over with her mom to visit. I don’t know if she had gotten the hints, but as we grew older, her visits had lessened considerably.

So, I decided that Donna was somebody that I wanted to try stuff with.

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On the next day of tutoring, I cleaned up and headed to Lucia’s. I wasn’t nervous at all this time. I was confident enough that I would have no problem with her.

I had to knock on the door multiple times before it finally opened after a delay of at least five minutes.

But open it did, and Lucia’s face showed from behind the door as she hesitated in inviting me in. However, I knew Lucia now and I instinctively knew that she wouldn’t stop me if I were to push the door and go in. However, my instinct also told me that it would be better to wait for Lucia to make the first move.

It took some long seconds before Lucia indicated with a tilt of her head that I should come in and I stepped through the door and Lucia closed the door behind me.

I didn’t wait for Lucia to relax or anything this time. I simply moved towards her and put my left hand on her right tit. I quickly realized that Lucia wore no bra this time and that her nipple was hard like a pebble. Reflecting now on the past, I realize that I should have kissed Lucia, but lack of experience and all.

Lucia was a bit shocked but didn’t change her demeanour. She just stood there and allowed me to do whatever I wanted. Being the impatient teen that I was, I only thought of one thing: sticking my dick in Lucia’s pussy again.

Although today I was determined to last more than the three pathetic shoves that I managed last time. I wanted to fuck and fuck decently.

Again showing my inexperience and impatience, I dropped both hands to Lucia’s dress hem and lifted it up over her tits, uncovering her panty-covered crotch. I had hoped that she would be pantiless like she was braless, but alas, she wasn’t.

Undeterred, I pulled her panties down and when I nudged her leg, Lucia stepped out of them.

We were next to the living room’s door, so I pulled Lucia by the hand as I went to that room. Right inside the door there was a padded chair that had high arm rests. I pulled the compliant Lucia over and pushed her over the arm of the chair, bending her over.

I lifted her dress and draped it over her back, revealing her now naked ass to my eyes. It wasn’t the greatest ass, as it had become quite wide in recent years, and her flesh wasn’t the firmest. But I wouldn’t know the difference until later; at the moment, it was the best ass ever.

I took off my clothes as I wanted to be free of all encumbrances while I had my fun with her.

My cock was already hard from the moment Lucia had opened the door and didn’t need any encouragement.

Lucia’s position was almost perfect. Her ass was the right height for my cock.

I started by spreading her ass cheeks to see what was hidden. I didn’t see much more than before. A big jungle of hair that hid most details, but that emanated that same odour that had me so horny last time.

I stuck a finger where I guessed Lucia’s pussy should be and struck gold on the first try. My finger felt wetness and soon entered a small hole.

I fingered Lucia for a few seconds and then aimed my cock at that hole and tried to enter it. Just like last time, it was tight enough to stop my advances. Undeterred, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her wet furnace, grabbed both of Lucia’s hips, and pulled myself hard against her.

I took a couple of hard shoves, but I finally managed to plant my cock-head in Lucia’s steaming pussy. She gasped loudly, but remained draped on that chair’s arm.

The feeling was unbelievable and had me on the verge of blowing my load right then and there. But miraculously, I managed to delay my cum by contracting every muscle in my crotch area.

It felt as though my cock was caught in a vise. The constriction in Lucia’s pussy was hard to penetrate. I shoved and withdrew a few times until Lucia’s pussy stopped feeling like it was going to bite my dick off.

“My god, your pussy is tight!” I said to a non-responsive Lucia.

I had to pull out and wait for my cock to calm down as I was about to get overwhelmed with pleasure and blow my load way too early.

I took almost a minute to lose the pending orgasm sensation. During which, Lucia tried to get up. I guess she thought I had already cum like before. But I pushed her back down, and she just waited.

My second attempt was better. Penetrating Lucia had become somewhat easier, and I didn’t need to push so hard to get my cock into her pussy. So I managed a decent minute of the most intense feeling of my cock sawing all the way in and out of Lucia’s welcoming pussy.

Again, I felt my orgasm approaching and managed to pull back in time and delay the inevitable. This time, Lucia remained in position until I penetrated her again.

However, this time when I started the most natural of motions, Lucia was moaning like I’ve never heard her before. Soon, her moans reached a crescendo, and then her body froze, and her breath caught in her chest. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. I didn’t know what that meant, but it spurred me to fuck into her as hard as I could, and soon I blew the second load ever inside the body of a woman.

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