Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 2  

I said I was a pussy-hound since I was fourteen. That’s not to say I was fucking girls at that age, but that’s when I discovered it. I thought about it all the time, and one night at the movies I discovered it. I knew from the other guys that the girl I was sort of dating liked me. They told me she really wanted to have sex with me, but I didn’t believe them. I didn’t really believe kids our age were actually having sex. I know I bragged about it all the time but in truth, I was still a virgin, and I figured if I wasn’t getting it, nobody was. The girl and I weren’t really dating, we just went to the movies together, but once we were in the darkened theater it felt like a date. I held her hand and after awhile I moved it over to my leg where it was more comfortable.

She took it as a hint and began squeezing my leg and moving her hand up toward my crotch. I was surprised; I hadn’t expected that. I slouched down and spread my legs in a go-ahead gesture, and within minutes she was feeling me up big time. I heard her gasp when she felt what I had stuffed in my jeans. I was pretty big even at that age and I was guessing from her boldness that she had some basis for comparison. I decided to return the favor. I put my hand on her leg and she moved her knees apart for me. I moved my hand up between her legs to find the surprise of my life. She wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt! I had my hand in bare pussy! I was exploring pussy for the first time, feeling her up, making her squirm.  She was nice and wet which made it easy for me to shove a finger up inside her cunt; that really made her gasp.  I probed around and wriggled my finger around inside her and had her squirming around on my hand in no time.  I gave her a second finger. There was plenty of room so I gave her a third. Finally, I had all my fingers and my thumb squeezed together, more or less fist fucking her.

She loved it, so much that pretty quick she was the one fucking my fist.  I decided to give it a rest and launch a search for her clit. I’d read about the clit and what it could do for a woman. She must’ve realized what I was doing and she took hold of my wrist and guided my hand right where she wanted it. She held my hand there till I explored and found the tiny organ, then she let me have my way with it.  I quickly discovered that toying with a girl’s clit in public isn’t a smart thing to do. It drives them up the fuckin’ walls and they can’t control themselves. She was thrashing around wildly and trying to keep from bouncing in the seat and she put her free hand over her mouth to stifle her outcries. I finally stopped before somebody reported us and got us arrested. I went back to fingering her pussy and she kept on squeezing and caressing my crotch and more or less jacking me off through my jeans as best she could.

I didn’t know how or if girls came but she had something akin to an orgasm. She let go of my cock and gripped the armrests, trembling and fighting to keep from flying out of the seat till gradually, she settled down and relaxed. After that we went back to watching the movie, although I didn’t know then and still don’t have any idea who the fuck was in it or what it was about.

I “dated” her pretty often after that, and while other boys sat with their arms around their girls trying to get their hands down their blouses and squeezing their tits, I had my hand shoved up this girl’s pussy while she groped my crotch. One time she had my jeans unbuttoned and was trying to haul my cock out but I stopped her. I was just too damn big for her to be hauling it out right there in the theater. It wasn’t something I could cover up with my hand if somebody happened to look around.  The only problem with all of the playing around was walking out of the theater, trying to ignore and hoping other people would ignore the huge bulge in my jeans.

I started wearing a jockstrap under my briefs to keep it tucked back and not be so obvious. Then I had to get home so I could jack off. One time she was really mauling me and I wasn’t paying any attention to anything but feeling good, what with my fingers dancing around in her pussy, and before I could stop it, she got me off. I couldn’t hold back. I had to let it go. Geezuss, what a cum!  What a mess! I’ve always been a hard and heavy cummer, even back then when I was first able to shoot, and I soaked my shorts, my jock and right through my jeans. I hung onto the arms of the seat….fuck, my knuckles were probably white….I jolted and trembled through the climax, waiting till I could breath again before I reached down and felt the front of my jeans. The girl was already wiping her hand with a tissue. Shit, I think I could’ve wrung the stuff out of my jeans. I pretended it was hot and took off my outer shirt and wrapped it around my waist to get out of the theater and get home.

Despite my physical attributes, I didn’t really “experience” pussy in the true sense of the word till about four years later, right after I turned eighteen. Yeah, hard to believe how I got damn near through high school before I got laid. Not that I couldn’t have; I was overly popular with the girls, most of whom weren’t bashful about letting me know they would like to go to bed with me, or even in the back seat of my car, but it was enough for me, I guess, just to know that I could have them. I didn’t have to prove anything. Meanwhile, I was stupidly happy fucking my fist every day of my life while I fantasized about all the girls I wanted to fuck but didn’t. Weird, I know, and I don’t even try to figure it out.

Oddly, when it did happen, it wasn’t with the girl I’d spent so many hours fingering in the movies, nor even any of the girls who were so hot for my body. It was the neighbor lady. She was pretty young, maybe late twenties, and hot. Her husband was a stud, too, I thought. 

I was working in the back yard in my old gym shorts and I had to take a piss.  Instead of going in the house, I decided to haul it out right there and piss against the back of the garage. There was a high fence that ran along the back of the yard and between us and one neighbor, and I didn’t see anybody in the yard on the other side of us where there was only a low fence. So there I was with my cock hanging out over my shorts when I heard a sound like somebody stepping on a twig. I looked up and there she was; the neighbor lady, standing there in the skimpiest bathing suit I’d ever seen and a big beach towel and a book. And I was standing there with my cock hanging out and my mouth open, and turning red, trying to squeeze out the last of the piss.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” I gasped.

“That’s certainly not anything to be sorry about,” she said with a smile.

Not taking her remark as the compliment she intended, I was embarrassed as shit. I didn’t know what to say. I pulled on my cock and shook it a couple of times and stuffed it back inside my shorts.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m a married woman, for heaven’s sake,” she said as she spread her towel out in the grass. “Go on with our work, Clay.”  People called me Clay back then. I started going by Hunter the night of graduation.

She was so nice about it, and I was duly impressed that she sounded impressed with my cock, so I got over it and went back to work, hoping she wouldn’t mention it to my parents, even in a joking manner. A couple of minutes later I looked over and totally lost my concentration; there she was lying on her towel facing our yard; that is, with her feet facing our yard. And instead of lying like most women do in a bathing suit, with one knee cocked up and sort of leaned toward the other leg so they’ve got everything well hidden, she had her legs stretched out with her feet spread about three feet apart. Like I said, the bikini wasn’t much more than a handkerchief anyway, and it had pulled to the side in the crotch so that only her dark blonde hair was hiding her pussy. I was bent over in a bit of a stupor, with a handful of weeds I was about to pull, staring at her crotch, when she peeked up over the book she was reading. I raised up to turn away like a good bad little boy but then she smiled and I froze to the spot. I glanced away, then looked back and she was still looking at me and still smiling. Shit, was she coming on to me? I remembered her admiring remark about my cock.

She laid the book aside and picked up the bottle of suntan lotion. “Would you be kind enough to put this on for me?” she asked.

Would I!  “Yeah, sure,” I mumbled as I walked over and jumped the fence.

“You jump that fence like it was nothing,” she said.

“Its not as high as hurdles,” I said.  I wanted to say I would’ve gone through the fuckin’ fence to get my lotioned hands on her body.  I walked over and knelt down beside her and took the lotion. I still wasn’t sure, but I was entertaining the strong possibility that she was coming on to me. I mean, what was I supposed to think, a woman lying like that in front of an eighteen-year-old kid. I assumed she wanted me to put the lotion on her back where she couldn’t reach, but she didn’t turn over. She stayed on her back. Even as I rubbed the lotion between my hands, I wondered what I was supposed to do with it. There was plenty of smooth, tanned flesh showing; I could put it anywhere. I knelt there with my hands held out.

“Where do you want it?” I asked, like a stupid fool.

“Anywhere you think I need it,” she said.

“Oh.  Well, I…..”  I waved my hands around like an idiot, trying to decide where to put them.  “Actually, I don’t think you need any anywhere,” I choked. Shit, she must’ve thought I was a blithering idiot and a coward, afraid to touch her.

“Then wherever you want to put it,” she said.

To prove I wasn’t a coward I quickly placed my hands on her stomach, just below her tits.

“H-how about….here?” I asked as I began rubbing the lotion on her smooth skin.

“That’s fine,” she said, closing her eyes.

I moved my hands in ever widening circles, up closer to her tits and down closer to her bikini bottom.

“You have very nice hands,” she said.  “So strong.”

“I guess that comes from playing sports and working,” I said.

“Yes,” she said, nodding, still with her eyes closed. “My husband isn’t home, and I think I saw your parents leave,” she said.

“Yeah, they…..they went to Bradsburg to see my aunt,” I said.

“And the trees and the fence….nobody can see us,” she went on.

Oh, shit, she was coming on to me! I choked as I realized I was facing the prospect of getting my first piece of ass and I was without a condom.  I swallowed hard, wondering what to do. I could run in the house and get one out of my Dad’s dresser drawer, but I didn’t want to interrupt what I was doing. On the other hand, if she was being so bold as to invite me, maybe she wasn’t worried about a condom; hell, she had to know I wasn’t carrying any around in my gym shorts. My eyes were all over her now, raking up and down her gorgeous body, but each time I looked left, they fell to her crotch with that lovely dusty-blonde hair peeking out.

I squeezed some more lotion onto her thighs and began massaging it around. Damned if she didn’t spread them out a little more, so I got down between them so I could really massage her legs hard. Yeah, well, I was down there between her legs for another reason but I hadn’t admitted it to myself yet. I rubbed my hands up and down her firm thighs, inching every closer to the sacred “V.”  That’s when I noticed the snaps at the crotch of her suit!  Fuck!  Two little fuckin’ snaps, that was all that was between her pussy and the world!  Or, me and her pussy, in this case.  She sort of squirmed when I dug my fingers up into the apex of her thighs, and spread her legs out wider. Finally, I was pushing my thumbs against her pubes and with a proudly deft move, I undid the snaps, both at the same time. I did it so smooth that I didn’t know if she even knew I’d done it. Shit, I was home!  I was hunkered down on my knees, face to face with a woman’s pussy!

Things had advanced to the point where I didn’t have to be told what to do.  All those stupid, boyish fantasies suddenly culminated into the stark reality that I was going to fuck this woman. She had left no doubt what she wanted and my cock was making it perfectly clear what it wanted. But there was still the condom thing.

“I don’t have a condom. I can run in and get one of my Dad’s,” I blurted out real fast.

“You don’t need one,” she said in a kindly tone.

I shoved my gym shorts and jockstrap down off my hips, exposing my burgeoning cock that had grown to proud proportions. Fuck, it was hard!  And bigger than I’d ever seen it. I wrapped my fist around it as I inched closer on my knees, and aimed it at the patch of hair protecting the sacred prize. I felt her heat, then the moistness as my cockhead pried her cunt lips apart. She let out a little moaning gasp but didn’t open her eyes.  She hadn’t even looked at my cock yet. On target, I wrapped my hands under her thighs and lifted them up, letting them rest on my shoulders. She was wide open now; I could her see her pussy lips palpitating, like it was trying to kiss the head of my cock and my cock was reaching out desperately trying to kiss back. Kiss, my ass; it was straining to get in there and mutilate her pussy. It had waited so long! I could also see her cunt lips glistening in the warm sunlight from the precome my cock had spread over them.

I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms, bending her in half. My cock found its own way and I shoved the head inside her. It spread her apart, her pussy was stretched into a big O, distended around the head of my cock.

“Ohhhhh,” she gasped softly.

I bored deeper and looked down to watch my cock disappearing into her body. It was an awesome sight, as I’m sure it is for every boy, to watch his cock disappear into a woman’s pussy for the first time.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned, louder and longer.

I was about half way in, nearly shaking with excitement, so hot I was wondering if I would be able to hold off long enough to go all the way in. I shoved in to the hilt before it was too late; gave her all eight plus inches.  Yeah, I wasn’t done growing yet.

“Ohhhh, Goddddd!” she cried out, and this time she opened her eyes. I mean, she was wide-eyed, like she was stunned at what’d happened to her.  “My Godd, how big are you?” she asked, sounding astounded.

“I don’t know….eight inches, maybe a little more….I don’t know,” I said.

“Ohhh, it feels like I’ve been mounted by a horse,” she said.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I asked. It was the first I realized with great certainty that I was a bit oversized.  I mean, the way the woman’s eyes were bugging out….I guess eight plus inches is pretty big for an eighteen-year-old kid.

“Ohh, no,” she said.  “You’re so much bigger than Randy, though.”

Shit, my ego about exploded. I thought Randy was a stud; big, muscular, good-looking, walked with a manly swagger. I wondered how much bigger. Only an eighteen-year-old’s ego could ask.

“How much?” I asked.

“He’s six inches, maybe a little larger,” she said. “And not nearly as thick, it feels like.”

Six inches! I almost blurted it out. Heck, I think I was born with six inches.  I kept my cock buried deep for a moment, boring hard, and making it throb and quiver up inside her. Then I started fucking her. Slow, short strokes at first, because I didn’t want to hurt her, but mostly because I was finding my way, figuring out what this was all about.  It didn’t take long to find the stroke that felt the best for her, and fuck, any stroke felt great to me.  I gradually worked up to longer and finally full-cock strokes, giving her the advantage of all eight inches sliding back and forth through her pussy canal. I learned how to twist my hips and cork-screw my cock into her. She loved that. She was a small woman, and if she was used to only six inches, I wondered how she was handling my cock, where it was going. I wondered how she would feel about her studly husband after I’d fucked her. I wondered if she would even feel him after this.

“Is this your first time?” she asked me.

“Yeah,” I grunted, between strokes, and kicked up it up a notch to show her I knew what I was doing. I would learn that women loved the idea of fucking a virgin, and I lied a lot of times after that, for as long as I could get by with it, and told them all they were my first.  By the time I was out of high school, though, I couldn’t get by with it anymore.  Girls and women just looked at me and assumed I was an experienced cocksman, and of course a lot of them knew first hand, and word spread. One woman who I met at a truck stop even laughed when I told her right in the middle of fucking her that I was a virgin. I didn’t lie about it anymore after that.

It took about five minutes for me to master the art; I think guys are born with it. I was fucking her steady and hard now, like I was trying to hammer her into the ground.

“Ohhh…..ohhhh…..ohhhhh….ohhhh….it feels so wonderful!….Ohh, Godd, how did you learn do move like this?”

  “Just figuring it out, what seems to make you feel good,” I said. Actually, I don’t think there was a move I could’ve made that didn’t make her feel good because my cock was evidently able to touch every nerve in her pussy simply by being in there. I don’t know how long it lasted.  Hours, I thought, but probably more like a few minutes.  I know I wasn’t putting forth much effort to holding back. I wanted to feel the ultimate experience of shooting off inside a warm pussy. I fucked her off the towel, right into the grass. Once I looked up and we were a few feet from her fence; I’d fucked her across the yard!  She was going to have to scrub off the grass stains.

I didn’t warn her when I was working up to my climax, I think because I didn’t want her to tell me to pull out.  I pumped her harder and my breathing was coming hard but I didn’t tell her I was about to come and she didn’t seem to notice. I just let it go. My body stiffened, my muscles tightened and I shook like I was having a fit, then my cock exploded. I mean, it felt like it blew all to smithereens inside her pussy. It felt like my cock was a fire hose, gushing hot come up inside her. I really worked hard those last dozen stokes. It took everything I had to keep my hips pumping, and finally, when I’d emptied my nuts in her, I collapsed on top of her.  A few breaths later, I was that eighteen-year-old boy again, cradled in the bosom and between the legs of an older woman. It was a good feeling; the young virgin being had.

“Oh, Clay, that was wonderful!” she cooed as she stroked my hair and my shoulders.

“Yeah, it sure was,” I gasped, my face still resting on her tits.

“We should get up,” she said.

“Yeah, anybody could come along,” I agreed.  I raised up and slowly pulled my cock out of her.  I looked down to see her pussy gaping wide open like a big pink maw, still palpitating, and my semen running out of her. It was a fuckin’ sexy sight. I reared back and shoved myself to my feet and pulled up my jock and shorts.

“I guess I better get back over the fence,” I said.

I jumped back and forth over that fence a hundred times over the next few months, or sneaked in the back door. Her husband left for work real early and I started leaving for school earlier, telling my folks I was working out before school.  In a way, I was. I left by the back door, across the back yard, behind the garage and jumped the fence, then sneaked in her back door and headed upstairs for my morning workout. Surprisingly, I never told anybody, not even my closest friends, that I was banging the neighbor lady. I was afraid it would get back to my parents, or her husband, and I didn’t want to ruin the good thing I had going. And I didn’t particularly want to tangle with the big stud of a husband. He might not have had the biggest cock on the block, but he was built. Then out of the blue, they moved away. My mom said it was because he found out she was having an affair and he wanted to get her away from there for a new start. I thought, lots of luck with the new start with his six-inch dick. 

To be continued...

Posted: 12/11/09