Don't think I'm complaining, but all we did was fuck. There was no cock sucking and no pussy eating. I don't think either of us knew anything about those things.
It was kind of inevitable that we'd break up, she was going to college in Florida and I'd be attending Northwestern University in Chicago.
All through high school I had a summer job at a family-owned restaurant. Carol, a widow, was the owner. Her two sons, Jacob and Jon, ran the kitchen. Marty, Jacob's daughter, waited tables.
I bussed tables, did the dishes, cleaned toilets, whatever.
The restaurant was open for breakfast and lunch, and closed on Sundays.
Carol owned the building, and lived upstairs by herself. The kids had their own homes and apartments.
I guess you'd say I have a strong work ethic. I didn't just work hard; every job was done to perfection. It had to be; I insisted. That's just how I was.
Marty was my age, but I didn't think she was all that pretty, and her attitude didn't lend itself to dating. She thought she owned the place, which in a sense she did.
Bethany often picked me up after work, and everyone in the restaurant knew her. They could see that I was really depressed when we broke up.
Sometimes after work, I'd sit down with Carol or her kids and have a sandwich.
One Saturday after closing, it was just Carol and me. "I'm sorry to hear about Bethany and you."
"Thanks." I explained how it was expected, but that didn't lessen my depression.
"What are your plans?"
I thought she meant about college next year. I was certain that she already knew about Northwestern.
"No, I mean today."
"I brought a change of clothes and I was going to hang out at the pool."
"You smell like you've been working in a kitchen and cleaning toilets all day. Come upstairs and you can take a shower. I'll bet there are some good looking girls at the pool. You don't want to smell like crap."
I didn't think anything of it. Like I said, Carol's granddaughter, Marty, was my age, and I'd worked there so long, I felt like Carol was family. I always called her Miss Carol.
Upstairs, "Randy, here are some towels. I'm sure somewhere I can find some shampoo and a new razor if you want to shave."
I had my knapsack with me. In it there were clean shorts, a tee shirt, underwear, my swimsuit and beach towel.
Carol closed the door and left. I undressed and got in the shower. It was one of those tub, shower combinations with a curtain. You've certainly seen them.
Even though, Bethany and I had been fucking for a while, I was still naïve about sex.
First of all, I few years earlier in the Forum section of some girlie magazine a guy asked how he could last longer.
The answer was to practice NOT cumming while masturbating. I took that to heart. I didn't know any better. Anyhow, when I jerked off, I'd tell myself, ‘wait, wait, wait, just another few minutes.' I think I got pretty good at it; waiting that is. Bethany never complained.
The other thing was that I didn't have a big cock, although it might look like I did. Let me explain.
In the shower room after gym, it was impossible not to look at other guys. I noticed that most guys' cocks were all shriveled up, some even hidden in their pubic hair.
Not mine. My cock hung down almost six inches. It was long and skinny. When it got hard, it didn't get much longer, but got thicker. It may not even have gotten longer; I just thought it did.
Back to showering at Carol's.
I was just getting all soapy when I heard Carol, "Randy, I'll leave a razor and shaving cream next to the sink." Then she popped her head in the shower, "here's some shampoo. Oh, oh my."
Quickly she closed the shower curtain. "Randy, I'm sorry. For a moment I forgot myself."
"That's okay, Miss Carol."
I was embarrassed that she'd seen me naked. Just so you know, my cock wasn't hard; it was just hanging there.
I didn't hear her leave or close the door. The next thing I knew she opened the shower curtain, and stepped in. She was naked. "Randy, I'm sorry. I've always thought of you as a boy, but it's pretty clear that you're not."
I looked at her. She was a grandmother, and looked it. Although to be fair, I'd never seen a naked grandmother. Her boobs sagged, she had a bit of belly, and even though she was facing me, her ass looked big.
Bethany was the only girl I'd seen naked. She was eighteen, so this wasn't really a fair comparison.
Before I knew it, Miss Carol was on her knees with a bar of soap in her hands. "Randy, since my husband died I haven't been with anyone. Your cock is the first I've seen in ages. It's magnificent."
She was washing it. The bar of soap was gone, but one slippery hand was washing my balls and the other my shaft. That long shaft was rising by the minute.
"I know I can't compete with a lovely young girl like Bethany, but I'm sure I have much more experience." I was certain Miss Carol was no longer washing my cock, she was playing, and my cock did what you might expect.
She stood up, but her hand was still sliding up and down my cock. The soap re-appeared. "I know they're not like Bethany's, but Randy, I'd like you to wash them." She handed me the soap, and guided my hand to her tits.
She was right. They were nothing like Bethany's. I could almost fill my hand with Bethany's. They were firm, and her small nipples stood straight out when she was excited.
Miss Carol's tits were big and soft. They hung down. Her nipples were huge, comparatively and almost pointed toward the floor. On the other hand, I have to admit, I did have fun playing with them.
While I washed my hair, Miss Carol got back on her knees and continued playing with my cock. That's all she did, but "Randy, when we dry off, I want to do more than have your big cock in my hand."
If my cock could have gotten any harder, it would have busted through my skin. The other thing was all that practice of not cumming paid off with Bethany and now with Miss Carol. I didn't cum.
In bed, the first thing Miss Carol said was, "Randy, please, it's just Carol. Miss Carol makes me sounds so old. Now, after all that playing, my pussy is so ready for your cock. And I'm sure your cock is ready."
Bethany was the only girl I'd ever fucked. It was so different fucking a woman, even an old woman like Carol.
First of all, my cock easily slid in. It was like entering a big warm wet hole. Secondly, Bethany had no idea what she was doing. Carol had years and years of practice. She knew exactly how to fuck my cock. Still it took me a long time to cum.
We stayed in bed until dark. As I said, it was the first time with anyone else but Bethany. There was another first.
After that first fuck and I'd rested a little. "Randy, it's been almost a decade since I've done this, but bear with me."
OMG, if a blowjob isn't the greatest thing ever, I have no idea what could be better. Carol had my cock like a tuning fork. It could not have been any harder, and I never felt like she made me feel.
After she was done, she rolled next to me and we held each other. "You probably missed your pool time, and your parents probably wonder where you are."
Carol was laying on her back now. I looked at her. Compared to Bethany, she wasn't all that attractive. I wondered how that saggy, old body could make me feel so good. "Randy, if you want you can have me again tomorrow morning, but I'll understand if you don't."
"Miss Carol," it took me a while to get used to just Carol, "I'll be here. That was fantastic."
I don't think her kids ever knew, but Carol and I spent almost every day that summer in bed. After the restaurant closed, of course.
Bethany and I always fucked with me on top. Carol showed me all different ways to fuck. I wasn't deterred by her fat, wrinkly ass when she got on her hands and knees. "Randy, get behind me, and fuck me like a dog."
And there were always blowjobs, but that wasn't all. The second Saturday we were together, Carol introduced me to pussy eating.
I was a little hesitant at first. Not because she was old, but because I had no idea what I was doing. Once she guided my tongue to her clitoris, her reactions made it all worthwhile. And then the fucking after was even better than it had been.
While my tongue was busy playing with her clitoris, Carol made loud noises, and began bouncing that big ass up and down on the bed. When she had an orgasm, she got even louder and more animated.
Sometimes, she begged me to keep going, and soon she'd have another. Other times she insisted that I fuck her.
Speaking of fucking. After I ate her, and Carol had at least one orgasm, the fucking was phenomenal. I didn't have to do much but hang on, she did all the work. It didn't matter if I was on top, behind her or she was on top. It was never like this with young Bethany. I'm not even sure Bethany ever had an orgasm.
Here's the other thing. Whenever we were together, the last thing that happened was a blowjob. I think that Carol thought that was the key to making sure I came back.
To be honest, I kept seeing her because the fucking, cock sucking and pussy eating were so good.
With Carol giving me directions, I have to brag and say I became better at fucking, and a great pussy eater. The following years of my life proved that.
TO BE CONTINUED
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