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June was shorter than most people, but she was
blessed with long, wavy brown hair, and she had the most bewitching green
eyes set in generous black eyelashes and dark eyebrows. She first crossed
my path as an actress on the wooden stage during the first rehearsal for
the annual Xmas show. June was very experienced in the ways of the world
of theatre... and much more than only theatre, as I would discover within
her arms. June was eight years older than I was - and she had been married
for about thirteen years when we met. We soon built up a mild, mutual
admiration during the many weeks of intensive rehearsals, plus the
following twelve nights of live performances on the stage of the local
theatre, and I became the first paying lodger in the rambling old family
home, which was occupied by June - plus her husband and her two young
daughters.
At the "end of show" party the whole cast really let their hair down by
doing some wild dancing, excessive drinking and extreme vocalizing on
every subject under the sun. In the midst of all the party festivities
June shocked her best friend... June leant across in front of me and
whispered in her friend's ear that June's husband was going to be out of
the city for the following week. And that while he was away she was going
to have lots of naughty fun with her new lodger...and that person was me,
pure and innocent me! Naturally I was surprised by her outspokenness and I
was certain that she had been drinking far too much wine, that her alcohol
intake had loosened her tongue during the noisy party...
Just a couple of days later June's husband left the city to investigate a
new business proposition along the east coast. This trip left June, plus
her daughters, with me in the family house for six nights... The scene was
set for the loss of my sexual innocence. (At the time I was just over 22
years old and my two previous girl friends would only allow heavy petting
– so that full blown sex with penetration was definitely not allowed! So I
was still in the novice class! But, my male ego would never admit that to
June.)
After dinner June settled her two daughters and put them to sleep in their
bedrooms, while I was occupied for an hour or more in the workshop at the
back of the main house. She had instructed me to come and say goodnight
when I was finished in the workshop. So, I dutifully knocked on the open
door of the main bedroom and June called me in to chat for a few minutes.
Then she wanted a goodnight kiss - and this became a hug as she reached up
with both arms to enfold me. The brief kiss became more passionate as she
opened her lips and her tongue started to play games with mine. So, I
knelt down at her bedside and we really enjoyed the French kissing. June
sat up and she moved closer so that her breasts and nipples made contact
with my chest, as she gently moved her torso from side to side. Initially,
I rubbed the back of my hands across the swell of her full breasts and the
stiffened nipples. She became more aroused as I continued caressing her
firm breasts with my open palms through the thin fabric.
Suddenly June stopped and firmly commanded me, "Get into bed, but get out
of your shirt and jeans quickly! And shut that open door!" Within seconds
I had undressed to my bikini underpants and I slipped under the bedclothes
to cuddle up close to her warm body. She was wearing a short, silky
nightdress, but with nothing underneath that. As we carried on with our
French kissing my hands wandered up and down her body, found the large
opening at the front of her nightdress and so there was lots of skin to
skin contact. Softly I caressed the ridges and valleys of her spine. Then
my hands moved around her waist, gently trailed down her soft belly, but
as soon as my finger tips made contact with her triangle of crisp pubic
hair... June gasped and she pulled off my underpants to release my rigid
cock, and then she rolled me on top of her. She took a firm grip of my
stiff penis to make sure that it was nestled in between her pubic lips.
And she gently stroked it up and down her moist slit, and then she cupped
both her hands under my buttocks to firmly pull me into the wet,
wonderful, warmth of her tunnel of love. The pleasure was extremely
intense, so I penetrated her very slowly and then withdrew just as slowly,
lingering to enjoy the feeling of her slippery pubic lips on the swollen
head of my cock. And then I plunged back in again and again and again,
until I set up a steady rhythm. She began to breathe very deeply and she
started panting with excitement. Soon a rapid quiver took control of all
her muscles and she had an orgasm with some low moans. Her internal
muscles gripped and relaxed steadily as my sexual excitement peaked with a
groan. As my cock became limp it slipped out of her pussy, so I rolled
beside her on the wide double bed and stroked her moist skin - as I cooled
down and my rapid heartbeat subsided. My hand stroked her curly intimate
hair and then slid into her wet pubic lips, but I did not give much
stimulating attention to her clitoris that was like a hard, little button.
That long night was filled with new discoveries about female anatomy and
sexual reactions, as I was very carefully guided by June with her subtle
control of my sexual body. Sometime in the early hours of the morning I
returned to my empty bed alone. Now I was no longer in the novice class!
The following nights were planned by June with some foresight.
Instructions were given to come to her bedroom with only my sleeping
shorts and an alarm clock, so that we could wake up early enough in the
following morning for me to put my sleeping shorts back on and leave
quietly... before there was any chance of her daughters waking and finding
me in the main bedroom - instead of their own father. Each night June
would greet me by waiting in her double bed in a variety of brief satin
and lace undergarments, so that I had the grand pleasure of slowly
undressing her, without dimming the bedside lights - before her naked body
was fully revealed to me - to be admired with my eyes, my hands, my
fingers and my tongue. On the final night before June's husband returned
home from his trip we both agreed that we needed a full night of sleep, as
we were both feeling shagged out! We retired to our beds at opposite end
of the house.
For almost a year I continued to have sex with June at some unusual times
and in some fairly unusual places...
Usually June and her husband would retire to bed fairly early most nights.
As they departed down the passage towards the main bedroom she would turn
back and whisper to me, "Do not you dare fall off to sleep! Just wait and
I will come to you soon!" She told me, much later, that she would make the
excuse to her husband that it was her monthly period, so she would
masturbate him, or give him a blowjob. Then she would roll over, pretend
to sleep and wait until she was certain that he was deeply asleep - and
maybe even was snoring. Only then would she very quietly walk down the
long passage to my room and we would start our real midnight fun... My
single bed was rather narrow, so we had sex on two blankets thrown to the
carpet beside the bed, and often her legs would be draped over my
shoulders for maximum penetration. Making love on the floor was essential
because the old metal bed frame, with metal springs, made lots of noise
and this noise might have alerted her daughters, or even worse, her
husband, who was right down the passage in the main bedroom.
We would make love on either of the lounge sofas, and we used a small
orange towel to mop up our mixed juices that had stained the fabric of a
valuable antique sofa on one careless night of passion. In another
location, we used cushions to soften the hardness of the table on the
verandah, or we just stood against the cool wall and ground our genitals
together until usually I whispered, "Enough! Please stop now!"
Very early one cool morning June silently slipped into my bed while it was
still pitch dark and I was deep in sleep. Her warm hands burrowed under
the blanket until she located my limp cock, but she stroked it into being
hot and hard, then she quietly masturbated me while I slipped my fingers
into her wet pussy lips. In minutes I had shot sticky white sperm over her
breasts, which she called the best massage cream! We both enjoyed it when
she held my cock firmly and rubbed the tip on her stiff pink nipples. Soon
I was left breathless and, just as silently as she had arrived, she left
my bedroom. Later that same morning I just thought that I had been having
a post-teenage wet dream! Early morning wake-up sex was an irregular
feature as we could not plan it ahead of time.
One evening I arrived back at the house after dark and found just the
front door lights switched on, with the rest of the house appearing to be
in total darkness. But, when I stepped into the entrance hall I found that
some weak light was coming out of the dining room. So I stepped through
the doorway and I saw that the big room was illuminated by many burning
candles... and June was sitting on the wide, recessed shelf that was part
of the bay window. She was wearing one of my shirts buttoned at the navel
and this shirt barely covered the lace G-string underneath it! We shared a
warm welcoming kiss and she said, "I am sure that you would like some of
your favorite sweet rose wine." Then she leaned backwards and poured a
little chilled wine from her glass over her breasts and into her navel, so
that I had to lick it off her warm body. She shivered with pleasure as my
tongue softly touched her very sensitive areas and June promptly reached
forward to remove my jeans and my underwear quickly, so that she had
control of my rigid penis. We had a couple of hours of sweaty bliss
rolling around on the dining room carpet playing "Hide the Sausage" (you
do know what I mean!!). June told me that her husband had gone out to a
lengthy business meeting followed by a dinner, with his promises not to
return before midnight! June promptly organized things so that both her
daughters would sleep over with their grandmother as a special treat. Thus
the coast was clear for the two of us to enjoy some recreational sex!
Sometimes I fetched June from the rehearsal session for her next show in
the local theatre - but while driving back home June would lean across to
stroke my crotch to arouse me, then put my hand high up on her smooth
thighs, and suddenly quickie sex would became our prime target! We would
park in the cold, dark pine forests nearby and climb into the wide back
seat of my trusty, white car and we would bounce away happily until the
car's suspension springs were rattling and the car windows were totally
misted up. Nearly an hour later we would tiptoe into the family
home...both feeling warm and well satisfied!
June worked as the personal secretary in a quiet office in the city and
when her boss was out on the road, or had flown to another city, she would
invite me in to visit her at her workplace. Once I had arrived she would
lock the outer door, switch off the neon lights and then she took me into
the boss's office, where she was always cautious to close all the venetian
blinds, as other office blocks might see our fun activities. She would sit
on the wooden desk while we kissed and caressed, then she slipped off her
blue lace trimmed bikini underwear and she helped me out of my jeans and
underpants. Her hand stroked my stiff cock once or twice, she used her
thumb to spread some drops of lubrication on my dark purple cock head, and
then she pulled me firmly into position right between her silky thighs, so
that we started up the basic rhythm of creation. Just moments before I
ejaculated I picked June up off the desk and lowered her gently onto the
carpet without losing my penetration. And with a couple of quick, deep
strokes I was done! Her legs were wrapped around my thighs and buttocks to
aid my deeper penetration. The reclining leather chair in the inner office
proved to be just too much of an athletic feat for June to use for our
sexual contacts. But, her boss never knew just what sexual feats we had
performed on top of his desk!
Another place for our sexual meetings was the dark workshop at the back of
the main house. We started kissing while standing upright, but once June
had slipped off her cotton panties and had assisted me out of my jeans she
would lead me to a small, but padded bench. There I would sit comfortably
while she settled herself on my hard cock and then she proceeded to ride
me bouncing like a bareback horse rider at a brisk trot. The delightful up
and down motion soon had us over the top and I shot long squirts of warm
sperm high up into her vagina as June moaned into my ears of her
pleasures.
On most Saturday afternoons June's husband played golf, so June would
leave her two daughters with the grandmother for at least three hours and
she could return home alone to enjoy some frisky, recreational sex with
me... in her double bed, on the lounge floor with a soft blanket, or
crushed into my narrow single bed. When I walked into the main bedroom to
find June wearing her see through night dress, and with nothing underneath
it, it meant an instant arousal for me and the very rapid penetration of
her sweet pussy. Two or three times June wanted us to try sex "doggie
style", but for some reason she would collapse flat on her stomach and I
would lose my deep penetration of her slippery tunnel, so that my cock
came out of her pussy with a pop like a champagne cork! This resulted in
some giggles from June.
One sunny afternoon we drove into the pine tree forest nearby, once I had
scouted out a secluded area. We had carried my sleeping bag which was
unrolled over the pine needles. June kissed me deeply before she slipped
off her red panties, but she refused to undress any further out in the
open, in case a cross country hiker might discover us. All I wanted was to
caress her conical breasts and get my lips on her hard, pink nipples. In a
flash I had undressed, so we got busy in the traditional missionary
position and very soon my cock felt her strong vaginal muscles grip and
relax regularly, so my sperm was "milked" out of me very quickly. We
cuddled and kissed while June continued stroking my penis gently and
cupped my ball sac with her other hand. Minutes later I rolled back on top
of her, slipped back into her fur framed pussy and we pumped away
furiously, which really gave both of us some fresh satisfaction and new
grins! The outdoor setting was a strong stimulus for us, as all our senses
were heightened by the chance of being discovered, but we did not return
to that forest when cold winter winds intensified.
The parking garage for June's car was an old building, behind the family
house, that had been converted from a stable and had housed horses maybe
twenty years earlier. The loft above the garage had a shallow scattering
of fine straw on a hard wooden floor. June enjoyed taking a blanket up
into the loft with some scented massage oils, once she had gathered the
straw into the corner that was warmed by the sunshine coming through a
high double window. June would wear a soft raincoat and often just a red
lace bikini. This setting enabled us to start with a sensual massage of
each other, while getting the benefit of the sun's rays, but any sexual
stimulation sooner or later led to our clothing being flung into corners
of the loft as I climbed on top of her and we rolled around in a bed of
straw.
Often we would finish our Saturday afternoon trysts together by climbing
into a shallow, but warm bath and soap each other down. Then we would dry
each other using the same towel and share some gentle laughter before we
had to assume our usual roles.
As three adults sharing the large house we had some good social times that
cool winter, which was helped along by regular bottles of fine Cape wine.
We often sat around the wood burning fireplace and we played strip poker,
which was settled by the roll of four dice. A few times we were joined by
another couple, or one or two single ladies, so that there was always lots
of things to talk about - or some interesting new things to view! Of
course, the subject of first time sex was bandied about with everyone
sharing their stories! I guess that I must have downplayed my first time
sexual experience. One long holiday weekend June and her husband hired a
holiday home, near miles of white sandy beaches and about four hours by
road from the city. So they insisted that I join the family and, of
course, I had to bring a friend. At this time I had been developing a
friendship with Lynnette who was a British, honey-blonde bombshell with
deep blue eyes (and who incidentally had a pair of breasts that were an
outstanding asset above her slim waist). Lynnette was delighted to have a
holiday with the family group.
The first night at the seaside home we enjoyed a leisurely meal, with wine
flowing, at the fireside. We played strip poker for a couple of hours
until after midnight when everyone started to yawn and we all headed for
our bedrooms. Lynnette shared a smallish bedroom with me that had two
single beds (while June's two young girls shared another bedroom). In the
darkness she changed into her night wear and slipped into her bed while I
undressed. Then Lynnette asked for a good night kiss, so I sat on her bed
and we chatted. The chaste goodnight kiss turned passionate and she
enjoyed the attention of my lips and tongue that brushed over her lips and
ears. My hands soon wandered down her arms, across her ribs and finally I
could cup her firm, full breasts tipped with stone hard nipples. Her
wandering hands caressed my chest, rib cage and thighs. When her hand
found the rigid cock that was dying for some attention, she freed it from
its cotton prison, her soft, warm hand gripped it firmly and she began a
slow sensual up and down motion. Within a few minutes of her skillful
manipulations my cock had spurted long jets across the floor. She enjoyed
the slow brush of my hand down her flat stomach, a gentle tickle in her
belly button, some light touches on her pubic curls and, at last, the tiny
button of her clit that was slippery and moist to my light touches. Then
suddenly Lynnette whispered, "Sorry, but no further tonight. It is my bad
time of the month."
Just at that moment we both heard June and her husband were making love in
the main bedroom nearby. Lynnette and I both paused in the mutual
pleasuring of our bodies as the sounds made by the other couple echoed
through the silent, dark house. And their sex was so noisy that we easily
heard June's husband made deep grunts as he came - and then moments later
June had her prolonged orgasm with loud moans, groans and panting.
Lynnette chuckled with me at the sounds of their sex as silence soon
returned to the house, but within minutes we were asleep in our separate
beds.
Walking on the sandy beach the next morning with June, she laughed with me
that my holiday weekend had been spoilt by the "poor timing" of the
arrival of Lynnette's monthly period at the start of the weekend.
Apparently Lynnette had asked June if she had any tampons or sanitary
towels while we unpacked the cars soon after we had arrived at the
beachside destination. Also, June admitted to me that she had been very
vocal during sex with her husband during the night - knowing that we could
hear them in action and fully aware that I would be sexually frustrated!
The next couple of nights were repeated in a very similar pattern during
that short holiday weekend. And most unfortunately, Lynnette admitted to
being homesick and she returned to England within three weeks of our
holiday together.
June never had the pleasure of being told by me that she had been an
excellent teacher without the excessive use of words, just lots of
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