Straight Male / 21
She was number one. I used to cut the grass for Miss Letitia, a retired school teacher, slim, with gray hair and big spectacles that sat low on her nose. She was slim, but had a nice posture and stood up tall. In fact, she was as tall as I was then when I was 17. I never charged Miss Letitia according to the wishes of my mother, who first introduced me to her.
Miss Letitia loved her gardening so we got to know each other well. I imagined she was over 65, or around half a century older than me. Little Ernie, a young kid I knew, used to deliver Miss Letitia's groceries for her. I imagined that he was around 13 or 14. He did not have his working papers yet so was not 16.
One day I stopped mowing and started trimming the flower bed outside Miss Letitia's living room window. I was shocked to see little Ernie mounted on Miss Letitia in the arm chair. He was fucking her like a mad rabbit and she was back in the arm chair, legs spread, eyes closed, with a smile on her lips. Ernie would finish inside her and pull up his pants and leave. Miss Letitia, as I witnessed a number of times, would then close her legs, drop her skirt and nap right there, falling sound asleep.
After on the sneak, seeing Ernie fuck Miss Letitia about half a dozen times, I began to get hard-ons about it and finally got up the courage to go up to Miss Letitia just after Ernie left from a fuck session with her. She was nearly asleep but she spotted me. I had a tenting bulge in my pants. She said in a sweet, small voice. "Oh, you must have seen us and you want your share." Go ahead, sweetie, help yourself. Her legs spread and she pulled up her skirt. "Don't be too aggressive now and finish inside me. I don't want sperm all over the place."
My erection popped out of my pants and I leaned to her spread legs and slipped into her, feeling what must have been little Ernie's cum inside her. I was so hot I didn't care. I had never fucked anyone before this. Miss Letitia did me with something extra than little Ernie. She whispered things to me like, "Oh my, that's so nice, don't stop," and "that's beautiful, keep going." After that day, I fucked Miss Letitia daily and on weekends more that daily. I'm sure she enjoyed it as much as I did. It wasn't fancy but it was steady, and fulfilling.
Miss Letitia loved her gardening so we got to know each other well. I imagined she was over 65, or around half a century older than me. Little Ernie, a young kid I knew, used to deliver Miss Letitia's groceries for her. I imagined that he was around 13 or 14. He did not have his working papers yet so was not 16.
One day I stopped mowing and started trimming the flower bed outside Miss Letitia's living room window. I was shocked to see little Ernie mounted on Miss Letitia in the arm chair. He was fucking her like a mad rabbit and she was back in the arm chair, legs spread, eyes closed, with a smile on her lips. Ernie would finish inside her and pull up his pants and leave. Miss Letitia, as I witnessed a number of times, would then close her legs, drop her skirt and nap right there, falling sound asleep.
After on the sneak, seeing Ernie fuck Miss Letitia about half a dozen times, I began to get hard-ons about it and finally got up the courage to go up to Miss Letitia just after Ernie left from a fuck session with her. She was nearly asleep but she spotted me. I had a tenting bulge in my pants. She said in a sweet, small voice. "Oh, you must have seen us and you want your share." Go ahead, sweetie, help yourself. Her legs spread and she pulled up her skirt. "Don't be too aggressive now and finish inside me. I don't want sperm all over the place."
My erection popped out of my pants and I leaned to her spread legs and slipped into her, feeling what must have been little Ernie's cum inside her. I was so hot I didn't care. I had never fucked anyone before this. Miss Letitia did me with something extra than little Ernie. She whispered things to me like, "Oh my, that's so nice, don't stop," and "that's beautiful, keep going." After that day, I fucked Miss Letitia daily and on weekends more that daily. I'm sure she enjoyed it as much as I did. It wasn't fancy but it was steady, and fulfilling.
