Amorous Propensities : sex is funny, sex is sad

Seasoned women and younger boys: We've heard a lot lately about female teachers and their male students. One would think something like this had never happened before. I think women and boys have had sexual relationships throughout the history of mankind. Mine began in 1955 and a famous pinup model of the era had a part in it. I was a fourteen year old boy mowing grass in the neighborhood. Of course I came in contact with many of the women in the area. One lady hired me to mow her yard once a week for the summer. After a couple of weeks we would talk about different topics such as music and movies and I was impressed by the fact that she talked about young topics, not like an "old person". She was attractive for someone in their thirties and I had noticed she had a nice figure sometime before. As a lot of young boys will do I had gotten a copy of one of the current pinup magazines of the time that featured Betty Page. To my great embarresment my employer came across the yard with my magazine in her hand. It must have fallen out of my back pocket and she had found it. To my surprise and relief she did not scold me but told me not to be embarrised and she knew what boys were interested in. Later after I had finished the yard we began to talk again about the girls in the magazine and even began to discuss their costumes and physical attributes. She even made the point that most women's swimsuits were about as revealing as the pinup girl's attire but these girls just posed differently. She was very clear that it was natural for boys to be interested in legs and breasts and pretty faces. I went home feeling much better about my lust. Next week our relationship took a much different turn. While I was mowing she came out and did some trimming,in a swimsuit. When she caught me looking at her bending over she smiled and winked as if to say," It's OK. The next week I was invited in to her house and again just talked about things but this time the discussion came around to sexual topics. She asked me about any sexual experiences I may have had and asked me about masterbation. Boys didn't talk about masterbation in that day and age and she had to pry it out of me that I had never masterbated. She gently told me that it was alright and ask if I knew how to do it. She was very gentle while she talked to me and reached out and touched me through my jeans. She then removed her shorts and top and asked me to undress. This was hard for me to do but my curiousocity was up as well as my penis. She did look good nude. She sat on a kitcken chair and asked me to straddle her legs facing her. She gently began to kiss me on the lips and hold my penis. She took my hand and placed it over one of her breasts and began to instruct me on how to manipulate her nipple. All the while she stroked my penis. I will never forget the feeling when my first climax spurted against her stomach. She made a big thing of it and rubbed my ejaculation all over her stomach and breasts. Afterward I was embarrised and ready for this session to end. Again she told me this was natural for younger boys to feel this way. She took a warm washcloth and cleaned me up and asked me to wipe off her stomach and breasts. She explained to me that a man's passion was satisfied when he "let go", as she put it, but a good lover was interested in his partner's satisfaction. I will never forget that afternoon in her home. I found several reasons to be at her house in following days and weeks. She seemed to be happy to continue my education and my experience broadened. The next time it was all about her and what she needed. She guided my hand around her clit and breasts and told me what felt good to her. I remember I was fasinated and enjoyed how her nipples stood up and hardened when I or she manipulated them. The first time she had an orgasim I thought she was hurting. She laughted and said it was a very nice orgasim and that I had helped her have it. Just a little later she gave me my first oral sex and told me she liked swallowing my cum. The next time I was there she let me enter her I remember she gently stroked my butt and told me to take her slowly at first and get used to being in her. She kept up a comversation the whole time about different things to do when I was in her. This is where I learned to move all the way into her and rotate my hips to roll her clit around. She made sure I understood how important it was for the female to have some sinsation on her clit as well as well as the walls of her vagina. This was all I could stand for this session. I don't remember much more other than many times in her bed, her yard,and on a picnic where I learned her favorite position was to straddle my lets facing me and have me enter her in that fashion. She liked her breasts to be kissed and have both of her nipples in my mouth at the same time while I lightly chewed on them and ran my tongue over them rapidly. She mentioned getting one of her girlfriends over to be with me and her but that never happened. In my case it was not traumatic to me to be taught by this woman. I don't believe we ever used the word "love", she never used the word "fuck",and I always had a penis,which she made a big deal over,and never a "Dick". I'm sixty-five now and I remember crying at her funeral. She was some woman. JL