Archive-name: Young/shelley.txt
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Archive-title: Shelley


I was 16, a magical age.  My best friend, Paul, was spending the summer with
his father and had given me his paper route while he was gone.  It had taken
me a couple of days to collect from all his customers and I was dropping off
the receipts with his mother, Shelly.
She was a good-looking woman in her mid-30's.  I'd know her and Paul for quite
some time and was on a first name basis with her.
"Here it is, Shelly.  Took me a while to catch everyone at home." I said.
"No problem, Mark.  I'll run it by the newspaper offices tomorrow.  Now 
I've got a
slight favor to ask of you.  With Paul gone, I really need the grass mowed.
Would you mind?  You can have a dip in the pool and $20 when you're done."
That seemed more than fair to me, I was trying to save up as much as I 
could to
get a car next year and I didn't mind the work.  I was trying to burn 
off the last of
my 'baby-fat' and had just discovered the weight room at the local YMCA.  I was
still a little chunky, but was starting to look pretty good.
I stripped to my swim trunks (I wore them under my clothes, thinking I 
could ride up
to the lake after I was done with the paper stuff anyway) and started in.
As I pushed that old mower around, I could hear the sound of a shower going in
the house.  Shortly after that, I heard Shelly splashing around in the 
pool.  I was a
little excited at the prospect of seeing her in her bathing suit (she 
was nice looking,
small breasts, long pretty legs, nice figure and a lovely, sweet face) 
so I hurriedly
finished the rest of the lawn.  I shoved the mower in the shed and made my way
back around the house.  As I passed the pool, I heard Shelly yell over 
the fence,
"Go on in and shower, Mark.  After that you're welcome to join me out here.
I wasted little time in the shower, mainly making sure all the grass 
clippings were
washed off along with the sweat.  I was breathing a little hard by then 
and almost
ran out to the pool.  Shelly was laying on a chair with a modest bikini 
on, sunning herself.
She seemed to be almost dozing (hard to tell under those sunglasses!) so I
treated myself to a long look at her.  As my eyes roved over her body, I could
feel myself starting to get hard so I quickly jumped in the pool.
The cool water really felt good, so I contented myself with swimming 
laps, trying to
get the image of Shelly's body out of my mind and hoping the cool water 
would ease
my erection.  I had just about succeeded when I heard Shelly ask me to 
get her a beer
out of the cooler by the pool.
I awkwardly climbed out and went over to the cooler.  She told me to 
get myself one,
just not to tell.
I was determined to look anywhere except her body.  I walked over to 
her, looking
at the cans and held one out to her.  I almost jumped when her hand 
touched mine!
"Sit down, Mark.  You must be thirsty and tired after that job you did 
on the lawn.
Relax." she said.
I sat down in the chair next to hers.  We drank our beers and talked 
about lots of
things:  school, plans for the rest of the summer, and then about her 
ex-husband.
"I hate having to send Paul out to visit his dad, that man is such an ass.  One
girlfriend I could almost understand and could forgive him for, but 
three!  That's
going a bit too far!."
The beer on an empty stomach must have gone straight to my head as I said,
"I can't understand how he would want any other women but you, Shelly.  
I mean...Uh"
She laughed, a very pretty laugh.
"That's so sweet of you Mark.  Don't ever change.  Although, I must say 
you have
changed a bit in the last few months.  Paul told me how hard you were 
working out.
It's really paying off."
I stammered out my thanks and was just about to go back in the pool 
when Shelly
asked me to rub lotion onto her back.
I couldn't say no, so I started in.  I started with her shoulders and 
as I rubbed it in
she actually purred!  I moved lower and as my hand neared the strap for her top
she reached back and undid it! I couldn't believe it.  I looked down 
and to the side
and could see the gentle swell of one breast.  I was rock hard in an 
instant.  I was
sure she didn't intend anything so I continued to rub lotion into her.
After I finished with her lower back, being careful to avoid her rear, 
I started in on
her legs.  I started in with her ankles, moving my way up.  As I moved 
up, she moaned
a little and spread her legs.  By the time I made it to her thighs, my 
cock was twitching
and I knew the cold water of the pool would do nothing to ease that monster.
I was afraid to go any further up her legs and was reaching to put the 
bottle on the
table next to the chair when my slick hands slipped and I went crashing down on
top of Shelly!  I could feel my dick poke the crack of her butt as I went down.
I jumped up immediately, practically crying at that point.
"I'm so sorry, Shelly.  I hope I didn't hurt you.  I slipped!  I didn't 
mean to..."
"Hush, Mark.  It's ok.  No damage done.  Help me up though, ok?"
My crash into her had caused the lawn chair to collapse.  I reached 
down my hand
to hers.  As I pulled her to her feet, she didn't release my hand.
I was trying very hard not to look at her naked breasts.  Fear that I 
had hurt her
provided the necessary incentive.
"Are you sure you're ok, Shelly?  I really hope I didn't hurt you." I 
said as I put my other
hand on her shoulder to steady her.
I'm fine, Mark.  Really."
And with that she came into my arms. I could feel her pressing against 
me.  This
was no chaste hug like from Aunt Peggy at Christmas.  This was someone trying
to mesh their body with mine.  I turned my face to hers, probably to ask some
stupid question.  As I did, her lips came up to meet mine.  
Immediately, my cock
was back to attention.  I knew she had to be able to feel it.
She opened her mouth and eased her tongue into my mouth.  I could feel her
breasts against my chest, her nipples hard little points.  I brought my 
arms up
around her and held her close, everything but this kiss forgotten.
Finally, she broke the kiss and reached a hand down to my shorts.  I almost
exploded as she rubbed me through them.  She suggested we go inside.
I think I would have agreed if she had suggested we bathe in a pool of sharks
at that moment.
Inside her bedroom, she turned to me again and we kissed.  Our tongues danced
a passionate dance in each others mouths.  I brought my hands up to cup her
breasts.  It just felt so right.  I could feel her heart pounding as I 
rubbed them.
Drawing on the limited experience the porno mags and 7mm films my father kept
'hidden' had provided me, I pulled and tweaked her nipples, causing her 
to gasp.
"Oh, suck them, Mark.  Please suck them."
I was taught to obey my elders, as if I wanted to refuse!  I bent down 
and took a nipple
between my lips and sucked.  I sucked, nibbled and licked each breast 
and nipple
in turn.  Shelly continued to moan and urge me on.
After a while, she pushed me away slightly and lay down on the bed.  
She motioned
for me to lay beside her.  We kissed more at that point and then she 
started to kiss
her way down my body.  She licked and sucked at my nipples, making my cock
ooze and twitch more.  When she got to my shorts, she quickly pulled them down
and tossed them aside.  My cock was standing straight up.  I wasn't very well
endowed, but it felt like I had at least 7 inches at that moment.
She began kissing around my cock, licking and blowing on my balls, nibbling at
the base of my penis.  I told her that I was sure I was going to cum 
any second.
Without a word, she took me into her mouth!
I thought I was in heaven.  I had never felt anything that felt as 
good.  I could feel
her throat muscles working on the head as her tongue did impossible things with
the rest of my cock.  When she started to bob her head and apply 
suction, I could
no longer contain myself.  With an inarticulate cry, I began to cum.  
It felt like I was
pouring gallons down her throat.  It must have tasted pretty good to 
her, because
she swallowed every drop.  At last, she let my cock out of her mouth.  
I was still
almost as hard as I had been.  Ahhhh, youth!
"Turn-about is fair play, darling.  Here, let me position myself over 
you like this...there
we go.  Now just lick, suck, do whatever comes natural to you.  Don't 
worry, you won't
hurt me.  And I'll tell you what feels best for me."
And so I began my first experience with performing oral sex on a woman.  I was
clumsy at first, but it was easy to tell by the way Shelly would gasp, 
what felt best.
Finally, I fastened my lips on what I knew had to be her clit and 
sucked and nibbled.
Shelly went crazy!  She moaned, she screamed, she thrashed.  My face 
got extremely
wet as fluids from her soaked me.  And I was more than a little 
surprised to find I
enjoyed it.  I'd heard the older kids talk about eating a girl out and 
how it can taste
so gross.  I could have lived on a steady diet of it!
Shelly lay down beside me again, and told me how wonderful I was at eating her.
I replied by kissing her.  We could both taste our own juices as we 
kissed.  She
reached down to stroke me and found me still hard.
"Please, Mark.  Fuck me now!  I need this so badly!"
I positioned myself on top of her and pressed the head of my cock at 
her wet hole.
She reached down to guide me in and I knew I'd died at that point!  As good as
her mouth had felt, this was better.  She wrapped her legs around me 
and pulled me
deep within her.  I could feel her hot pussy stretching around my cock. 
 It seemed to
be sucking me in, milking me for all I was worth.
And as we made love, we continued to kiss, to play with each others bodies.  To
whisper loving things to eachother.  As I was nibbling at her neck, She 
started to
thrash.  I started moving in her faster as she moaned.  She let out a 
scream, a single
word, "YES!" and I felt the walls of her vagina squeeze me.  That was 
all it took.
I shot off my second huge load of the day inside her.  We both just 
seemed to keep
coming and cuming.   Finally, we could take no more.  We ended up sleeping in
each others arms.
We talked a lot after we woke up.  I agreed that I wouldn't tell any of 
my friends
about this (Who would believe it?) especially Paul.  We also agreed that if the
relationship were to continue at all, it would be on her terms.  I was 
happy with
that.  I had this beautiful 35 year old who seemed to honestly love my body.
Who was I to argue?  I looked at the clock then and told her I would 
have to leave
for home soon, or my mom would worry.  As she kissed me again, I 
realized I could
probably spare a few minutes...

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