Like all teens, my hormones were racing through my body. All I could think of was sex, sex, and more sex. So, what else is new? Of course, I had no real experiences, only looking at porn pictures and reading some of the racy stories my mother had hidden away.
In the apartment building where I lived, a couple of neighbors went on the flat roof during the summer to get a tan or improve their tan. I totally forgot that when I went up in the stairway that led to the roof to get to a private place to flog my teenage meat.
For the record, unlike many (most?) American males, I was not circumcised so I had this fabulous fold of skin that improved the sensations of my manual stimulations. I did it quite often to relieve the sexual tension that regularly built up within me.
This one day, I went up to the stairway just inside the roof door. I had my jeans and my underwear down and was lost in some incredibly sexual dream. Undoubtedly, in my dream, I was doing some sexy girl that I knew. My hand was pulling my foreskin up and down on my rock hard organ. It generally felt so good as I approached my orgasm.
What had begun as a gentle tug up and then an equally gentle tub down had moved on to a more vigorous up/down, and then up/down. As the precum oozed out of the top of my purple mushroom gland on the top of my maleness, I heard nothing, thought of nothing but the dream I was in. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm, things got more intense.
Up/down followed by up/down gave way to a quite vigorous up/down/up/down/up/down. I was almost there. Without warning, I felt a warm, soft female hand on top of mine and a throaty voice whisper directly into my ear, "Here, Paul, let me do that for you." The hand was a bit more gentle than I had been on my swollen spike...but it was no good.
I was startled by my 40-year-old neighbor who slipped down on the step beside me and wanted to pull me to completion. I lost my hardness and jumped. "What the f*ck?" went through my mind. What was happening? Who was this?
It was Mrs. Quinn, my downstairs neighbor. She was stroking my shrunken organ, but it was not going to grow for her. I think she knew that and whispered in my ear, "Here touch me right there." With that, her free hand exposed one exquisite round, white mound of female flesh topped with a glorious erect nipple sitting in the middle of a quarter-sized circle of brown. It was exactly what was needed to restore my hardness.
She was still stroking my organ as she put one of my hands on her bare breast. I instantly sprang to attention in her hand. I had my erection back and she was now pumping my foreskin up and down my shaft. She knew exactly how to do it for maximum pleasure.
As I fondled her exposed breast, the very first time I'd touched a woman's mammaries, I grew harder still. Her movements got my precum flowing again. She whispered, "Let it go. Give me your cum, Paul." It was like she was cooing in my ear. I instantly responded.
The first pulse of my maleness was totally dry...nothing came forth. But, the second spasm was a huge glob of my male fluids flying into the air and arcing down the stairs. I couldn't groan but wanted to. That gush was followed by another with my thick, hot cum flying. Then another, another, and another. My sex cream was flying out of my swollen cock. She was milking me dry.
Finally, after what seemed like a century of orgasm, the last bit of my emissions were small pulses of wetness down over her hand which was still doing the wonderful dance on my shaft. I was spent. When she sensed that my orgasm was over, she took a towel she had and wiped all the cream from around my shrinking organ. She cooed in my ear, "Good boy. That was so good."
She was right, that climax was one of the very special ones. It was deep and super satisfying. My legs felt weak. Very efficiently, she stepped down and bent to wipe up my creamy explosion. She seemed to know all the right things to do. She again whispered, "Get yourself organized and follow me downstairs."
I zipped up and did as she instructed. She popped her nice big tit back into the bra of the bathing suit she was wearing and downstairs we went. She opened the door to her apartment and motioned me to enter. As I passed her, she patted my ass, something she did many times that summer as I learned how to please her sexually.
She was a great teacher and even today, I am doing the things she taught me with my sex partners. I'll tell you all about my experiences with Mrs. Quinn in subsequent stories, if you tell me you want to hear more.
Have a nice day!
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