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From: jhartsoc@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (John R Hartsock)
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Subject: RE: Women & Boys Request
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Date: 12 Jan 1994 08:43:30 -0500
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> kirsti.mikkonen@mpoli.fi (Kirsti Mikkonen) ask:
> Could someone please post stories about ladies in their 30 or so and
> young boys (like ages 13-16)?  I think that this is about the only thing
> missing from here...

 Well Kirsti, I did a quick check of my archive just for you and turned
 up the following story -
                                        Doc
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                       Me and Mrs. Miller
                            by Mark

      This is an account of my earliest, and most vivid, sexual experience.
 Although intercourse never occurred, it was, for a just-13 year old boy,
 very sexually exciting.  I can remember it as if it happened yesterday,
 because of how it affected me.  As I mentioned before, this happened twenty
 years ago when I was thirteen.
      I was an only child and I had been to a few `make-out' parties, but
 the only sexual contact I had had with girls was the usual kissing and
 maybe a feel of little budding breasts through a t-shirt.  Of course, I'd
 learned to masturbate and did so all the time.  It's hard to remember
 exactly what I fantasized over, but I vaguely remember thoughts about a
 certain eighth grade teacher of mine.
      Anyway, just after my thirteenth birthday, my father won a sales
 contest at his company, so my parents were going away for a long weekend
 and my mom had made arrangements for me to stay with our nextdoor neighbor,
 Mrs. Ann Miller.  Mrs. Miller and her husband had lived next door to us all
 my life and were good friends of my parents, but, unfortunately, Mr. Miller
 had been killed in a car accident about 16 months before that weekend.
 They had no kids and Ann lived home alone.  I thought Ann looked pretty
 good for her age.  Thinking back, she must have been all of thirty-five.
 She was short, about 5'2", and 105 lbs.  I remember that she had enormous
 breasts.
      My parents left right after work on Thursday, saying they would be
 home sometime Sunday evening.
      After school on Thursday, Ann fixed us dinner and we ate in front of
 the TV.  We were watching the tube and Ann was reclining in an easy chair.
 I was on the couch across the room.
      At one point, I looked over at Ann and noticed that her skirt was
 riding high on her thigh and, combined with the tight white blouse she was
 wearing, it was giving my little penis convulsions.  She appeared to be
 sleeping so I grew bolder.  I moved down to the floor and leaned on the
 coffee table in front of her out-stretched legs.  I pretended to be reading
 something but was stealing peeks under her skirt.  Ann's legs parted a
 little more, until it was easily enough to see above the top of her
 stockings and the crotch of her panties.  This was a sight I had only
 dreamed about and became so preoccupied with it I didn't notice her wake
 up.
      She caught me!
      She pulled down her skirt right away, but didn't seem all that angry.
 She told me that what I was doing was wrong and that I should be spanked.
       "Spanked," I thought, "she's a neighbor, not one of my parents.  She
 couldn't be serious."
      But she was.  "Stand up and take down your pants, Mark," she said.
      I was hesitant but did what she said after her tone became more stern.
      "The underpants, too."  I slowly pulled them down, keeping one hand
 over my little hard-on.
      Ann sat forward in her chair and patted her knees, indicating my next
 position.  I moved closer to her and quickly bent over her knees.  Ann
 jostled me around until it was comfortable for her and I felt very
 humiliated in this position.  My feet were off the ground and my penis was
 pushed right against her thigh.  My bottom was high in the air and gave her
 a good target.  She gave me about ten good smacks with her hand.
      I still remember the whole ordeal turned me on; the spanking as much
 as the nudity.  I hadn't had a bare bottom spanking in I couldn't remember
 how long.  When it was over and I was putting my pants back on, I noticed
 Ann staring at my penis.  I guess it wasn't that small and it did have a
 few hairs surrounding it.  I didn't know it at the time, but the scene must
 have turned her on as well.
      Things seemed back to normal for the rest of the night until about
 10:30.  I was in having my nightly bath, when the door flew open an in
 walked Ann.  She said she wasn't looking and leaned into the sink to brush
 her teeth.  Maybe she wasn't looking but I sure was.  Ann was wearing a
 little blue baby-doll negligee set, with matching panties.  To me, the
 thing looked totally see-through.  When she leaned into the sink, the top
 rode up and the panties stretched across her bottom.  What was this woman
 doing to me?
      "Would you like me to wash your back?," she asked as she finished
 brushing.
      I stammered a quick "No thanks," but she insisted and was already
 soaping a washcloth.  The view of her front was even better.  The thin
 material did nothing to cover her large, round breasts.  Her nipples were
 dark and wrinkled and looked hard, and it began to dawn on me that she knew
 exactly what she was doing to me.
      "Lean forward," she said as the cloth went up and down my back.  The
 tension in the room was building.  "OK, stand up, I want to get the rest."
      I knew this wasn't right but, at thirteen, other feelings were
 starting to take over.  Even though I was very aroused, I still remained
 very shy.  I stood but faced slightly away from her.  My hardened penis was
 the last thing I wanted her to see.
      Ann soaped down my back, over my rear, down the backs of my legs and
 back again.  It gave me quite a start when her fingers slipped between my
 buttocks and washed there.  Her hands moved around the front and were
 gently turning me around.  I kept both hands covering myself.  Ann kept
 encouraging me, telling me everything was alright.  I was beginning to feel
 more relaxed I guess, because I dropped my hands as her hands approached my
 crotch.
      This was not just a friend washing my back, now.  It was very sexual
 and not only on my part.  She sat on the edge of the tub. One hand soaped
 up and down my shaft while the other held my butt.  I knew the feelings
 that were starting to build and so did Ann.  She stopped soaping me, took
 my right hand, and placed it on her barely-covered breast; her hand moving
 mine as a guide.  The soap was drying on the rest of my body and Ann
 stopped and told me to rinse off.  I moaned as she stopped jerking/soaping
 me and rinsed off.
      Ann had a towel waiting when I stood up.  I thought that was the end
 of our encounter but she started to masturbate me after I was dry.
      Then, she did something I'd only read and heard about.  She got down
 on her knees in front of me and was planting little kisses on my scrotum
 and penis before taking it all in her mouth.  She fellated me, sucking and
 licking my cock until I had an orgasm.  It didn't take long!  She swallowed
 everything I shot into her hot mouth and smiled up at me.  She seemed
 pleased with herself in some way.
      It was getting late and Ann suggested that it was time for bed.  She
 told me she needed company and asked me to sleep in her bed for the night.
 I'd gone this far, so I gladly did as she asked.
      We climbed into bed and I had thoughts of losing my virginity that
 night, but as I mentioned before, intercourse didn't happen.  Instead, we
 held each other for awhile.
      Soon, Ann snuggled close and dropped the shoulder of her nightie to
 expose her breast.  She asked me to suck on it like a baby would.  Of
 course I didn't pass up the chance and moved a little lower in the bed.
 After about ten minutes of sucking and feeling both of her wonderful tits,
 Ann shook with an orgasm.  She had been masturbating under the blankets the
 whole time.   We both drifted off to sleep, and I awoke the next morning to
 Ann sucking me to hardness and to orgasm, again.  She told me I could stay
 home from school if I wanted, and she would `teach' me things.  Of course I
 agreed!
      For the rest of that day and the weekend, Ann and I spent the entire
 time naked and close to each other.  I sucked on her tits and nipples for
 hours, squeezing the hard nipples until Ann moaned in orgasm.  She spread
 her legs and showed me her clit and hairy cunt, stretching her pussylips
 wide open while I explored her with my fingers and tongue.  I begged to
 fuck her, but Ann refused, always blowing me or jerking me off, instead.
      Sadly, Sunday night arrived, and so did my parents.  Before they
 arrived, Ann told me that what had happened was our little secret and could
 never happen again.  I cried, and as she comforted me, her hand slipped
 down to my crotch and my cock hardened, immediately.  She opened my zipper
 and took me into her mouth, again.  She was swallowing my cum for the last
 time, when we saw my parents' headlights pull into the driveway.
      I never told anyone, especially my parents (who knows what they would
 have done?) and they still don't know, today.  I went over Mrs. Miller's as
 much as I could and regardless of what she said that Sunday night, she
 never disappointed me.  She always gave me a wonderful blow-job, and would
 let me play with her tits and pussy until we would get tired, but we never
 had intercourse.  Even when she began to date, and eventually got engaged,
 she never told me `no' when I stopped over her house for sex.
      We moved away two years later and I never saw Mrs. Miller again.
      Looking back now, the whole thing seemed sweet, almost innocent.  It
 was definitely not molestation or abuse.  Ann was someone I trusted and I
 knew she wouldn't harm me.  I imagine she was just lonely and this might
 have been the first sexual contact she'd had since the death of her
 husband.
      Most importantly, we both enjoyed it.  I went on to grow up a healthy,
 normal person, with no ill affects from that night (except I still love
 large-breasted women!).

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 ps. I'll check and see what else I have, I know there are more it's just
 a matter of finding them... ;-)
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