Lena

LENA

We lived in a small mining town on a hill at the end of a block. In those days, stately elms lined the streets and avenues. Our next-door neighbors on that side lived on the end of the next block. When I was about 5, the Johnson family moved in. They had two sons. Ken was a year younger than I and Jim was a year older. My mother bore me when she was 29. Later, I realized that Lena was about 5 years older than Mom. I became friends with Ken. Jim had a mean streak.

Their dad, Frank, made good money as an electrician for an iron mining company at an open pit mine. Their mother, Lena, was an elementary school teacher. Frank was Nordic: cool, taciturn with sandy brown hair. An introvert, he did not like to be disturbed when he relaxed at home. He was about 6' tall. Lena's ancestry was Italian. She was an extrovert: warm, emotional and talkative in comparison to Frank. She was striking, a real looker: tall at about 5' 10" (without her usual high heels), with prematurely graying hair just above her shoulders, and dark brown flashing eyes. She was a good 20 pounds overweight, but her big ass was balanced beautifully by a magnificent set of tits. Of course, I only grew to appreciate her figure when I reached adolescence.

Their son Jim was often disrespectful of her. She seemed not to have instilled in him that she was boss, if second in command to Frank, although he usually delegated discipline to her. It seemed an effort for him to disturb his domestic tranquility even to raise his voice to his sons. To me, Lena had charisma. I liked her a lot, and she liked me. She took her sons and me to the county seat, five miles away, where we had chocolate ice milkshakes at the Ben Franklin soda bar. My mom was a shy introvert, like me and did not take us places. Sometimes, Ken and Lena invited me to supper and a sleepover. Spaghetti was one of her specialties, but I found her tomato sauce too thin.

It seemed as if the engineering of her matronly bras was insufficient for her overwhelming mammaries. I don't remember when I began to fantasize about her. She almost couldn't help showing cleavage. I could have buried my hand out of sight between her luscious tits.

She kept "abreast" of my progress in high school and took pride in my accomplishments.

It was in June after my graduation from high school that I had the opportunity to show Lena my full appreciation of her. My parents left for Las Vegas in a van with another couple. Frank had taken Ken and Jim on a weekend camping trip at a lake in the northern woods. Seeing Lena out in her backyard kneeling to plant some flowers, I walked over to chat.

I never saw her wear shorts or slacks. Her present dress was an outdoor dress, a jumper of blue denim and a cotton blouse. It was a few inches shorter than her other dresses to accommodate freer movements and positions. Her hair was tied back with polka-dot ribbon. Her shapely long legs were revealed a tantalizing few inches above her knees. She looked up and smiled to see me. I tried not to stare at her exciting cleavage.

I told her about my plans for college. She told me about Ken and Jim.

"I'm a grass widow this weekend. My men are off camping for the weekend!"

"I'm alone, too. My parents hit the road for Las Vegas with another couple. I will have to learn some basics of cooking."

"I was wondering what I would cook for one. It's easier to cook for more than one. Why don't you have supper at my house?"

I agreed and remained to talk with her and help with any gardening. I wanted her to feel that I enjoyed her company very much. I could smell her perfume, mingled with lady-like perspiration. She either didn't catch me ogling her tits and legs, or tactfully pretended not to notice an adolescent boy's obsessive interest in a woman's body.

Lena did make spaghetti, and there was enough lettuce in the vegetable garden for a salad, with store-bought tomatoes and other ingredients.

"Do you drink wine, Gene? I have some nice chianti. Oh, I forgot the drinking age is 21 in this state, and you're only 18."

"This is a special occasion!"

"Yes, it is! Don't tell that I contributed to the delinquency of a minor! I can add some water to your wine, as Italians do with their children or as in Catholic Church."

"Please don't dilute it and spoil the taste!"

The spaghetti sauce was still too thin, the salad was tasty, and the chocolate ice cream for dessert was ideal for a chocoholic. Lena limited me to one glass of wine, but she indulged in two. The spirits of alcohol heightened her own good spirits at having company of a neighbor boy whom she had known for a dozen years and grown to like. Perhaps she appreciated my regard for her in contrast to her son Jim's lack of appreciation. It wasn't a fair comparison, because I could appreciate her in a way that for him would be incestuous.

We sat in the living room to watch TV. Lena was on the couch. Should I sit in a chair with a view up her skirt or beside her with a view of some cleavage? She solved that problem by beckoning me from a chair from which I would strain my neck to see the TV.

"Come over here. You can see better."

I sat close enough to inhale her perfume, with an undertone of cloves. The sofa was soft. Sinking into it caused the hem of Lena's dress to ride several inches above her knees, more when she crossed her legs.

Inevitably, she asked,

"Do you have a steady girlfriend?"

"No."

"A girlfriend?"

"No."

Lena crossed her right leg over her left, exposing about 6" of naked thigh, toward me and leaned more of her cleavage under my gaze.

"Why not?"

"I'm an introvert. I've always been shy. I look for hints that a girl might like me but don't see any. Other guys make their opportunities by barging along."

She put her left arm around my shoulders.

"'Faint heart ne'er won fair lady!'"

"That's right, but one rejection would only inhibit me more."

She ran her hand over my hair and kissed my cheek. Her hair brushed my cheek and sent a thrill shivering through me.

"You'll find some girl who will appreciate you."

Did she notice that she had given me an erection, which I concealed with my hand, but refrain from inhibiting me further by pulling her skirt down or adjusting her neckline?

"Frank is an introvert, too, the strong, silent type. I had to make an effort to show my interest."

"You must have had many admirers!"

"That's nice of you to say so. Why?"

"Because I've always thought you a strikingly beautiful woman!"

"How sweet of you! Even at my age, past 50?"

"Yes, indeed!"

Lena turned full frontally to embrace me. Her big tits pressed against my thin summer shirt gave me what Aldous Huxley called "pneumatic bliss." I returned her embrace. Leaning off-balance, she righted herself with a hand on my thigh--right on my hard cock! Instead of jerking her hand away, as from a hot poker, she withdrew it slowly, not to embarrass us.

"Time for bed, for this old lady, anyway! There's the guest room for you, and Ken's pajamas will fit you, if you wear them in summer."

She led me upstairs while I looked up her skirt and at her prominent ass. I chose to sleep, as usual, in only my undershorts. Lena used the bathroom first. She emerged in a short dressing gown to see me approach in just my undershorts. I brushed my teeth and took a pee. I had to pass her bedroom door as I went to the guest room, which was at the far end of the hall. Her door was halfway open. I could not resist a peek.

Lena sat at her vanity table in her bra and matronly panties brushing her hair. The short, silky pearl white dressing gown was open at her sides. I lingered, spellbound. She stood to slip it off and reached behind to unfasten her bra, her big, beautiful tits tumbled out like an avalanche of sensuality. Then she saw me, with my rigid cock poking through the opening in my undershorts!

"I'm sorry! It's just that you're so beautiful!"

She gazed at my cock and my face, considering the situation. I remained transfixed. She stood, removed her panties, and faced me. I looked at the luxuriant dark triangle, the last veil of her womanhood.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman, in person?"

"No. You look like a goddess!"

"Well, I have nothing to fear if you worship me. If you treated me like a mortal woman, though, I'd have to ask, 'What are you going to do to me with that?'"

This was the encouragement I needed! I closed the space between us to embrace her. Taller than I, she looked statuesque. I cupped and squeezed those tits I'd so often fantasized about, kissed them and sucked her large, engorged nipples. My cock pressed urgently against her belly.

"I guess it falls to me to teach you how to make love to a woman."

I'd seen enough movies to know that Lena was inviting me to kiss her. Soon, she taught me to French-kiss! She pulled my shorts down and grasped my cock. She guided my hand between her thighs to claim her cunt. I explored through the thicket to the folds to find a door within a doorway to paradise. She stood with her legs further apart, urging me to penetrate her mysteries with a searching finger.

"It seems so lewd for me to stand here letting you stick your finger into my pussy! This does, though, stimulate a woman to produce her love juices and prepare for the entrance of her lover. Yes, that's my clitoris! Rub it!"

I worked all of my middle finger up her moistening cunt.

"I'm getting weak in the knees! This is my downfall! You'd better get that towel to put under me if you're going to take me to bed!"

Lena lay on her back. I spread her legs enough to kneel between them. She raised her knees for me to mount her. I spread her white, plump thighs wide. I could smell her cunt. As she watched, I sucked her love juices from my finger.

"How sweet and sensual! I am embarrassed. Later, I'll be ashamed, but now I yield to your urgent need of me."

I parted her hair and pressed my cock against her outer labia. She guided me at the right angle into her. A big woman, who had had two children, she was easy to enter and possess!

"You're making fast progress! How do I feel?"

"Wonderful! I'm in paradise!"

"I'm happy that you appreciate me so much! You may have to move slowly, because you are so excited about me."

I fucked her slowly, but after only a few minutes, I approached ecstasy and fucked her hard and fast, trying to shoot my sperm as deeply into her as I could.

"I'm sorry!"

"I expected this. If I can't excite you to do it to me again, I will be very disappointed in my charms! Stay in place."

I lay on her, caressing her thighs and tits. I kissed her tits and sucked her nipples. Soon, we felt my cock harden and fill our needs. We kissed passionately. Then I reared up and fucked her steadily. She moaned and wrapped her thighs around me almost squeezing the breath out of me. She began to lift her hips to meet my loving thrusts. We got a good rhythm going for about ten minutes until the sperm surged again up my cock and I fucked her harder and faster. She screamed and became even wetter. I didn't know then that some women can squirt during orgasm.

I lay back on her in a timeless afterglow.

"That was very enjoyable for a first time! You don't seem to want to leave. Oh, my, are you going to do it to me again?"

Yes, I was! I fucked her vigorously for about 15 minutes, watching her big tits bounce and hearing her moan with every thrust, until she begged me to complete my conquest. Finally, I reached under and grabbed her ass as I emptied my balls into her so hospitable cunt! We lay together and fell asleep still joined. I had made myself welcome in her bed and between her legs. There was no need for the guest room.

The next morning, I awoke having to pee, as if from an erotic dream, only to find a real woman, full of my sperm! I was hard to fuck her again, but she pleaded mercy for her to pee and empty the excess of my sperm from her swollen, inflamed cunt. I begged her to remain naked. When she returned, I pulled her back onto the bed and took her again.

"There's nothing wrong with your confidence now, dear Gene! You haven't given me time to be ashamed of my sinful behavior, just time to be flattered and excited again!"

I claimed her big tits and possessed her cunt, which was still wet with my sperm and her juices. We had a lovely, leisurely fuck. I gloried in the exploration of her voluptuous body with my eager hands.

I chose a short robe for her to be naked underneath while she made our breakfast.

"This seems like a wild dream! You must never tell anyone what I let you do to me!" Lena exclaimed.

"That would be ungallant and ungrateful!"

"Well, what should we do, until it's time for you to take me to bed again, assuming you're not sated with me?"

Lena chose to putter in her yard and then go shopping. I went fishing in the local lake, just a short walk away and caught enough crappies to feed two people. I presented the fillets to Lena, who was pleased to fry them for our supper. She drove to the local liquor store for a bottle of chardonnay. While shopping, she had bought a shorter summer dress than any in her wardrobe of knee-length or longer dresses. It had a scoop neckline to display her abundant charms.

The fish, broccoli and baked potatoes proved her cooking ability. Lena drank a third glass of wine.

"To quell my qualms of infidelity! I already had more sex yesterday than usually in a whole month!"

We watched a sexy movie and made out. Her new dress made her body more accessible to my eyes and hands. She had replaced her matronly bra and panties with a black lace bra designed more to reveal than to conceal and black bikini panties. At my request, she dispensed with stockings so that I could caress all of her naked legs. Then, we lay in her bed caressing and kissing.

"This must end with the weekend! Heaven knows, though, how I'll manage now that you've awakened my desires! I suppose the devil knows. When did you begin to think about me sexually?"

"I think I was impressed with your presence from the beginning: tall, voluptuous, a pretty face, prematurely graying hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes. You always wore dresses and were so womanly! When I reached adolescence, I admired your breasts. They seemed too abundant to be contained without overflowing into cleavage. Then, I began fantasizing about you."

"You were a naughty boy, and I thought you behaved so well! You weren't naughty enough to, you know?"

"Yes, I masturbated about you."

"Two days, ago, I would have been shocked, but now I see it as a prelude."

I began massaging her mound of Venus, raking my fingers through her pubic hair, and fingering her cunt. I examined her cunt while she curved an arm over her face in embarrassment. I rubbed her clit. She squirmed with pleasure. I sucked on my middle finger and penetrated her, slowly working it all of the way up her. I strummed her clit with my thumb and finger-fucked her until she rewarded me with her love juices. When I removed my finger, she peeked to see me suck her juices from my finger.

"Where did you learn that? It must be instinctive."

I smiled slyly and kissed her open cunt. She gasped. I licked her clit and down her slit from between her outer labia into her inner labia.

"Oh, my god! I've never had that done to me! I thought I was teaching you, but now you're teaching me!"

With that, I mounted her and possessed her with one masterful thrust. She squealed and quivered.

"Oh, you darling! I haven't had many orgasms! You are giving me as much as I am giving you!"

"But you've given me four orgasms!"

I fucked her slowly for us to savor our union. There was no worry now about going off "half-cocked." As my pleasure intensified toward a climax, I fucked her harder and faster. She screamed and came again as I ecstatically pumped my sperm deep into her welcoming cunt. We lay joined awhile, but five orgasms in about 24 hours had sated me.

The birds were singing the sun up, and Lena's naked body against mine brought my cock up, too. We made leisurely, languorous love before breakfast. She remained only in her short dressing gown until we finished.

"Remember me. I was your first!"

"I'll never forget you and how good you were to me!"

"I'll never forget the honor of being your first or how bad I was to be unfaithful to my husband."

Her family was due to return this afternoon. It was time to part, with one last kiss and naked embrace, before we dressed and returned, but no longer innocent, to our normal, safe, and unexciting lives.