Young paperboy becomes a man
Ok, let's set the stage.
This is a story of my past. It's the early 1960s, I'm a teenager and people in general, still respected one another and the corruption of the teenage mind had yet to have occured. That would come in the late 60s. I was born and raised in a small community of what today we certainly would call lower-class families. The community had , perhaps, 200 small 2 bedroom homes with families of 4 - 6 living in each home. In the center of the community was a General Store that sold clothing, groceries, had a fresh meat market, toys, hardware and of course, because it was out in the country, a feed and grain section. The General Store was the gathering spot on summer evenings where women would gather in the front of the store to gossip and men would gather around back on the feed and grain platform to tell hunting and fishing lies and to talk about which woman would give you a blow job for a couple of bucks or fuck you for five bucks. The community wasa mining community since the early 1900s and all the men in the community worked in the mines or in the administrative offices next to the General Store.
At his time I'm thirteen and it is early autumn and I began needing money like any boy my age. I volunteered to take over the newspaper route from an older teen that had been delivering newspapers for a couple of years. He told me to watch out for the ugly old black woman in "the mansion" at the end of the paper route. He said that I needed to just throw the newspaper into the screened-in back porch or she would attack you. There was a lot more he said but in general, as I have remembered then over the years, it was all racal issues due to the tension in the nation at that time. There were only a few black families in the community at the time so I was not understanding what he was saying. I had no idea what he meant but would find out in due time.
I took over the newspaper route where I delivered about 125 newspapers to various subscribers in the community. I made about $15 a week which wasn't bad for a boy my age. It wasn't a lot of work other than having to be in the rain and snow and heat for about an hour. At the time I was always outside regardless of the weather so it wasn't too big a deal for me. As the autumn progressed I found that people were nice and they would sometimes offer me homemade cookies when I would knock on the doors to collect for the newspaper, only 75 cents a week. The peirod from Halloween through New Years Day was a boon for goodies and it was especially nice at "the mansion" at the end of the route.
"The Mansion" was simply a 3 story house that was built back in the early 1800s so it was an old home and it had been in the same family since it was built. Those people once owned all the land that was now the commuity in which I lived. It was a big house, and had about 8 bedrooms and rooms for entertaining and so on. It had a screened and covered back porch that was huge and that is where I found myself most of the time. The back porch had a sofa and chairs with a TV and radio, it was large enough for kids to play in and it had a large table with chairs and it had a small sink and such. That was something unusual for me to see but it was very nice. The people who lived there originally settled in the community before the mining operations took over in the late 1800s and early 1900s.
The people who lived in this large house had grown up with blacks as servants. Because that family had been there since before the Civil War they continued to be recognized as prominent citizens and helped direct the growth of the community. After the war some of the black people had stayed on and lived in the bungalows and farmed land that they were given/sold. I only heard stories about that past but what I did know is that there was a black lady, a Ms Racquel, who was in her mid-40s and married to a man we called Mr Sam. Ms Racquel was born in the 1920s in the bungalow next door where her mother and father had lived forever. Her mother was the housekeeper in the mansion. Naturally, Ms Racquel learned how to take care of the house because she helped her mother in your youth. Ms Racquel's mother passed in the 1930 and so the are of the house became Ms Racquels. Ms Racquel and her husband Mr Sam lived in the bungalow next door. Mr Sam worked in the mines but he also kept the yard mowed, flowers and shrubs looking good and took care of keeping the house looking good. Ms Raquel was the house-maid that cooked and cleaned as did her mother back in Ms Racquels youth.
I enjoyed my freedom to move about the community but I had been doing that since before I was a teen. The money I made was spent at the store in the community. At that time 25 cents would buy me a RC Cola and a PayDay candy bar which I would sit on the grain and feed platform and listen to the men nearby tell their stories. On Satiurdays, during lunch time many of the men office workers would bring their lunches and sit on the platform as well and tell tall tales and lies and enjoy their lunch. I would sit and listen to them as did many of the boys my age.
When I first began delivering the newspaper Ms Racquel met me at the door and told me not to throw the paper on the porch. I told her that was what the other guy told me to do. She just nodded her head and said something like "Well, let's see if you are more disciplined and can follow simple directions." This is when she explained where to place the newspaper inside the porch just outside the kitchen door in a little wooden box.
I was always instructed to steer away from black people. Yes, that seems odd in todays environemnt but that is how I was raised. I was not comfortable being too close to Ms Racquel but she was not the ogre that I understood black people to be. She was quite plesant and although I didn't understand what made a female pretty, I noticed that she did have a nice smile, friendly eyes and was very soft-spoken. She spoke very clearly but she could also speak in a dialect that was hard for me to follow. In general, Ms Racquel was pretty, she was a black lady but she had straight hair and a fairer complexion than her husband Mr Sam had. To my knowledge she did not have any *****ren.
After she instructed me in where to place the newspaper she offered me fresh baked cookies and kool-aid or lemonade. At first I declined the goodies but she guilted me into accepting them. This was the last house on my route so I wasn't in a hurry. I rarely saw Ms Racquel on Monday through Wednesday but she was always there on Thursday through Saturday unless the lady of the hosue was around and then she never came out to greet me. But I saw her more than not on those weekend days.
So after school I would deliver the newspapers and have my route finished by 4:30 or so. When the time changed it was just getting dark early so I was always on my way home before dark. That first week that I delivered to "the mansion" Ms Racquel would meet me at the kitchen door and talk for a few seconds. On the warmer days, she would bring me cookies or cake or pie and i'd sit at the table and enjoy it. On Saturdays, the newspapers came around 11:00AM and I was delivering them by noon. By 12:30PM I was usually finished up my route with the last stop at the mansion.
More times than not, Ms Racquel would come out and sit with me with a cup of coffee and she would also enjoy a cookie or piece of cake or pie. She would gossip with me about some of the other ladies in the community based on what she would overhear the missus saying to others while on the phone. I learned a lot about several of the people in the community from Ms Racquel. The other thing that Ms Racquel talked me through was that I did not have to be afraid of black people and that we were the same except for the color of our skin. She told me that it was going to be her job to help me learn to like her and maybe it might encourage me to ignore the prejudice in which I grew up. She was right about that too.
As it got closer to Christmas and the weather was much colder we rarely sat and talked and I would always get a goodie bag of cookies or treats from Ms Racquel. She was a very nice black lady with a charm that I was yet to appreciate. Ms Racquel was about 42 years old. She was not skinny but what I came to appreciate was that she was a lady that had all the right curves where they needed to be. She was kind and sweet and spoke softy and would watch my eyes all the time whenever we might sit and talk at the porch table. She smiled all the time and was just a very pleasant lady. Over the several months that I would sit and talk to her she was such a charming and sweet lady. Sometimes after we talked for a few minutes she always gave me a hug and told me that I was not anything like some of the other boys my age and that I needed to follow my own ideas and not follow the pack of boys in the community.
The following spring I was enjoying my RC Cola on the loading platrom of the store. It was a Saturday afternoon and it was quitting time so there were about 6 to 8 of the men office workers standing on or around the platform smoking their cigars and telling lies or complaining about their wives. The dogwoods were in bloom and I heard one of the men say, "Holy hell, wont you look yonder, coming this way!" All the men turned and looked toward the direction the man was looking and there was Ms Racquel walking along the path under the dogwood trees in her maid uniform and hat with white gloves. This was common dress amoung ladies of that time. One of the men said, "I'll be she gives ole Sam hell every night!" All the men voiced a whispered agreement and fell silent or turned away As Ms Racquel walked to the platrom and up the 3 steps where she stopped as she put her hand on the door. She turned to the men and said, "Now what do youse s'pose youse men wuz a talking 'bout for youse to go all quite as I gits closer?" That was a dialect and mannerisms that I never heard from her mouth.
They turned to look at her as if they didn't know she was there. One of the men said, "Pardon me Ms Racquel, did you say sumpting?" She looked at them and said, "Ummm Hmmmm, If I's ever finds out what youse talk about when I comes around I'm a gonna spill the beans to youse wifes, now do youse hear me/" The men, almost in unison, said, "Yes, mamm!" and one guy said, " We just standing her telling fishing stories is all." She again said, "Ummmm Hmmmm, Fishing stories? Well just like yoaur fishing stories, that too has to be a lie aint it?" The men all chucked a little and she turned to me and said, "...and what is you doing sitting here listening to these men, letting them ruiin your young mind? Hmmmm?" With that she turned and stepped into the store.
After the door shut one man said, "Damnnation, I bet she rides that hoss till he can't walk." The others grunted their agreement and one guy said, "I don't know about you guys but I'm going home and give my wife "what for" before the image fades." The men laughed at him and encouraged him to go home get him some.
Now I had no good idea of what they were saying but I did have an idea that it pertained to sex. As that man turned and walked away, I recall many of the men made comments about going home and fucking their wifes while one man said he was going to go back to the office across the street and take care of business in the rest room to which the other guys laughed and told him he needed a girlfriend.
That next week on Thursday when I stepped onto the back proch Ms Racquel met me on the porch with my dollar for the newspaper delivery that week. As I reached for it she said, "Tell me what those men was a saying when I walked up." I told her that I didn't understand anything they were saying, which wasn't a lie. Now she looked at me and said, "Uhmmm Hmmmm". She made a face and had her arms crossed. The dollar bill was folded and in between two of her fingers. She moved her hand a little to hand me the dollor from between her fingers and as I reached for it she pulled it back and said, "How old are you?" I told her I was thirteen. She said, have a seat, I'll get you your cake. She held the dollar bill and turned to go back into the kitchen. I sat down and she brought me a big slice of cake and lemonade and sat it down in front of me. As I began to cut the cake she pulled it away from me and said again, "Tell me what those men was a saying about me." I finally told her that I think they were sayng that she was attractive and that Mr Sam was a lucky man. She looked me squarely in the eyes and studied my face and pushed the plate back toward me and said, "Is you lying to me?" I told her that i didn't understand everything that was said but they did say that she was attractive. She nodded her head and said ok.
She didn't say anything more and we talked a little. She asked if I had a girlfriend and asked about her and stuff. When I finished my cake I asked if she wanted to pay for the newpaper today or tomorrow. She was looking at me, again, squarely in the eyes and she leaned forward a little and with her right hand she reached down her blouse. I couldn't help but look as she put her two fingers into her bra and pulled out the folded dollar bill. She took her time pulling it out and with it in between her fingers she waved it at me and this was when i realized she had watched my eyes follow her hand and fingers to remove the dollar from within her bra. She had a beaiutiful smile on her face. She continued waving it in front of me and after a few seconds I finally took it from her fingers. She said, "You is all man ain't chu?" She stood up and picked up the dishes and said, "I see you tomorrow paper man."
I took the money and walked out to my bicycle. Usually, I went home after leaving the mansion. Today I rode my bicycle up the hill to the elementary school. I went to the back of the school and was remembering watching her reach into her bra and I took out my peter and played with it until I squirted jizz on the wall. Damn that always made me feel good but for some reason today, watching Ms Racquel made the squirting happen faster. I went home and that night in bed all I could think of was watching her reach in her bra and she was letting me watch. Why did she do that? Is that a normal thing. Is this something that those men talked about?
The next day when I delivered the newspaper Ms Racquel called to me from the kitchen and asked if I wanted lemonade or kool-aid. I choose one and she brought out another piece of that cake and she sat down with a small piece of cake herself and ate as I ate. She asked me about my girlfriend again. I told her about my girlfriend and she asked if i ever kissed her. I hadn't and so I told Ms Racquel that I never kissed her. Racquel said, "Young man, girls expect a kiss! You can hold hands all you want but if you don't kiss them they'll find a boy that will. All you have to do is sneak a kiss on the cheek. If they liked it they will smile and they might kiss you back, but trust me young man, you better kiss that girl or you gonna lose her to someone not afraid to kiss her."
I sat there actually listening to her and she noticed I was watching her eyes and lips as she talked. She smiled and said, "You trying to be a man?" I nodded my head yes and looked down at the plate. She said, "Only a boy will nod his head when a woman asks him a question. You gotta start being a man so you need to answer my questions by looking me in the eyes and with a 'Yes maam' or a 'No Maam', do you hear what I'm saying?" I was still looking down at the cake and said, "Yes maam." She went, "Unnn Hmmmm" and reached over to my chin and lifted my chin up and she moved closer to my face and was looking me in the eyes and said, "Look me in the eyes mister when you talk to me, don't you look down and don't you look anywhere else; unless, I'm directing your eyes to look somewhere else with my hands, do you understand?" She held my chin and as I was looking in her eyes, I said, "Yes maam." She smiled and said "Yes maam, what? Tell me why you're telling me 'Yes maam' for." I was a little puzzled and so I said, "I'm supposed to look you in the eyes when I answer your questions and i'm not supposed to look anywhere else." She then said, "Finish it." I sat there momentarily, she then took her hand that was still on my chin and she moved two of her fingers and pointed to the wall and I followed her fingers and looked at the wall. Then she came back and took my chin into her hands and leaned closer to me. She was about a foot from my face and said, "Finish it." So I said, "I'm supposed to talk to you by looking in your eyes and not to look anywhere else unless you're pointing to something with your fingers." She smiled and whispered, "Thats my man!" and she leaned away from me and sat back in the chair.
After a few moments she said, "Are you going to kiss your girlfriend next week?" I sat there in the chair for a few seconds and i watched her eyes and she was just staring at me and I said, "I'm going to try." She said, "By next Thursday I want you to tell me that you kissed her and I'll give you a special treat." I asked what it would be and she stood up and took up the plates, she had some chocolate frosting on her plate and she run a finger through it and reached over and touched my nose. It felt weird so I wiped it off my nose and leaned away. She stood there and said, "Watch my fingers." She run her finger through the frosting again and as she was reaching toward me she said, "Open!". I opened my mouth and she stuck her finger in my mouth and I licked the frosting off the tip of her finger. She smiled so big and she said, "You are definitely a smart young man." and she turned and walked into the house and said, "See you tomorrow around noon paperman."
What the fuck was that all about was all i could think of. As I was riding my bike home i took another detour to the school and stood in that same spot as yesterday and played with myself until i squireted jizz on the wall. I felt good.
I was kind of looking forward to the next day so I pushed myself to finish delivering the newspapers and collecing from those who had not paid me yet. When I got to the mansion, I knocked as I usually did and stepped into the screaned porch. From the other side of the door I heard Ms Racquel say, "Is that my young paper man?" She stepped to the door and was looking through the screen and I looked at her face and said, "Yes maam, it's me." She smiled and said take a seat and I'll be right out. She came out carrying a plate of cookies and kool-aid and sat them down in front of me. She said, "What are you going to do next week with your girlfriend?" I almost responded without looking at her but I caught myself and I looked at her and said, "I'm going to try to kiss her." She said, "Yes sir, that is what my paperman is going to do, he is going to kiss his girlfriend and she is going to love him for it." She began asking about some of the women on my paper route and if they ever talked to me like she talks to me and I told her that no one did. She asked if I ever said anything to anyone about things we talk about and I told her that I did not. She then told me that what is said between a woman and a man is only between the two of them and that it should never be told to anyone. She asked if i understood that and staring into her eyes I told her that I understood. She was moving her hand around her face to brush her hair out of the way and I was watching her hand. Without being aware she reached for a napkin and she wiped her mouth and this is when I noticed the lipstick and it looked good on her. She was smiling and she took the napkin and wiped her neck and down to her chest. She used both hands and opened up her blouse a little and I could see a little of her bra and she continued wiping her chest and as she moved the napkin between her breasts and the bra and she said, "Damn it's getting warm ain't it." I was watching her hand and then I looked up at her face and she was not looking at me, she was looking to the side at the noise down the road. She continued moving that napkin and I went back to watching what her hand was doing and she was wiping her breasts with the napkin. I felt my dick getting hard and I didn't want her to notice and then I looked at her and she had her head tilted to the side and said again, "I said, it's getting hot ain't it." I looked at her and told her that it was getting warmer. She sat that as I finished the last cookie and the glass of kool-aid and she said, "Are you on you way home now?" I looked her in her eyes and told her that I was. She nodded and she took the napkin with some of her titty sweat and she put it to her lips and pressed it against her lips and made a kissing sound. She pulled the napkin away, looked at it and smiled and handed it to me and said, "This is for you, keep it." She handed it to me and i could feel the wetness on the napkin and I was looking at the lipstick kiss on it. I said, "What do I do with it." She stood up and smiled and said, "It's yours, you can throw it away or keep it in your drawer, it's up to you" and she walked back into the kitchen and as she was walking away, she aaid, "Thursday, i want good news about that kiss."
I stood there with that napkin. I folded it and stuck it in my pocket. I got on my bike and went up to the school. I took the napkin out. My dick was hard. I smelled of the napkin and I could smell a hint of perfume and the scent of a real womans titty sweat. Then, there was that lip kiss on the napkin. I held it to my lips and imagined what it might be like to kiss a woman. Damn I was over stimulated, I pulled my dick out and in just a few seconds I was squirting jizz all over the wall. I finished squirting and put my dick away, put the folded napkin in my pocket and went home. That night in bed I lay with the napkin between my cheek and the pillow. I played with my dick again and had to squirt again so I leaned over the bed against the wall and let go with several squirts of jizz against the wall and on the floor. I knew I'd have to clean that up in the morning.
The next week happened and I did find the opportunity to kiss my girlfriend on the cheek. We were getting our books out of the locker and she was looking in the locker. I walked over to her and no one was paying any attention, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She backed away from me and felt her cheek and said, "Why did you do that?" I told her that I've wanted to kiss her for a long time and I decided to just be a man and do it. She was smiling and said ok and she she walked away but she stopped and kissed me on the cheek. The next day I did it again and again the following day which was Thursday.
When I was delivering the last newspaper to the mansion, Ms Racquel was standing on the porch and as I stepping onto the porch she said, "Well?" I was grining from ear to ear and I told her that I not only kissed her once but every day since. She was smiling as well. She asked me to sit down and she would bring me some pie. She was gone for a while and she came back out carrying two plates with pie on them. She sat her plate down and leaning across her chair she leaned over and I could look down her blouse and she did not have on a bra. I could see her titties hanging down but I couldn't see the nipples. She sat the plate down and she didn't raise back up. This is when I looked up at her face and she was smiling and she said, "Damn, when you kiss your girlfriend, you turn into a man don't you?" I looked at her and said, "What do you mean?" She smiled and straightened up and pulled the chair out and sat down and was quiet and then she asked what I did with the napkin she gave me. I imagine my face flushed because I felt it turn red. She smiled at me and said, "Ummmm Hmmm, I thought so." I was going to say something but the words froze in my mouth. She was smiling and said, "You still got it?" And I looked down at my plate and back up at her and said, "Yes maam." She just smiled and kept eating.
I asked her again "What did you mean about me being a man?" She looked in my direction and just smiled. I'm sure she knew I was making myself jizz every day with that napkin. She never answered. I was feeling so happy and a little careless but brave so I reached over to her chin and lightly touched it and turned her face to me and I said, "What do you mean?" She had the damnest surprise on her face when I did that. She dropped her fork and turned her head to the side and said, "Did you just grab my chin and turn me toward you?" I suddenly felt like I was in trouble so I apologized. She sat there for a few seconds and said, "It's ok mister paperman, but you don't touch an older lady unless you're invited to touch her. Do you know what I mean?" Suddenly I was afraid. She said, "What if My Sam saw you do that? He wouldn't like it and he be mad at you and at me." Naturally I was confused so I said, "Why can you touch my chin but I can't touch your chin?" She smiled and said, "Cause i'm being careful and always watching for who might be around and who might be watching. It ain't that what you did was altogether wrong, but that you were careless and just don't understand when it's ok. Us women have to be careful with who is allowed to touch us, you know." She was smiling and then she added, "I loved it. You can touch me like that anytime but you gotta wait for my signals." I asked what signals and she said, "Those you will learn over time but for now, let me do the touching and you'll learn, OK?" I told her that I understood.
My fear subsided and she asked me all about the kisses. I told her and afterward she was telling me about how brave it was for me to take that initiative and that I needed to learn to be braver and that if I were to make a mistake with a female that an apology is all I had to be ready to do. I sat there listening and said, "I'm sorry I touched your chin Ms Racquel" She said, "You'll learn when it's ok to do that, OK?" I told her ok. We sat in silence for a few minutes and she stood to go back inside and she dropped her fork to the floor as she was standing up. She bent over in front of me and I could see both her titties and i saw the dark nipple of one of them. She raised up and looked at me and said, "Did you get your eyes full young man?" I went numb. She reached over and grabbed my chin and said, "Did you get your eyes full?" and she held my chin in her hand. She was looking straight in my eyes and leaned close to me and said, "Did you?" I spoke up and said, "Yes". She smiled and this is when I noticed she was looking at my lap and I realized my dick was hard. She said, "What am I going to do with you young man?" Then she stood again and said, "Ok, Let me go get your paper money."
I stood up and she came to the door and opened it and stood in the doorway and had the dollar bill folded again like last week in between her two fingers. She held it out to me and pulled it back. She held it out again and when I reached for it she pulled it back a second time. I laughed at what she was doing. She said, "Is you ready to be a man?" and after saying that she took the fingers with the folded dollar and put her fingers down in between her tits and pulled her hand out fast and said, "Go get it young man, you know you want to touch em. You look at them all time and I knows you do. I've watched those eyes of yourn and they always looking at my titties, so if you like em, it's ok to touch em right now" I stood there not sure what to do. She said, "Take your hand and reach into my blouse and get your dollar." I hesitated and then I put my hand in her blouse. I could feel her tit and I was first feeling for the dollar and then I forgot about the dollar and I felt of her left tit and then the nipple and then the right tit and I squeezed them both. I noticed she stood there with her eyes closed and I got scared so I pulled my hand out and said, "I didn't find the dollar." She opened her eyes and looked at me with that beautiful smile and she waved the dollar in front of my face, it was still in between her fingers. I took it and she said, "That is your special treat! Did you enjoy yourself?" I was nervous and i looked at her eyes and said that I did enjoy it. She smiled and told me to have a good afternoon.
I went straight to the school and relived the few seconds a real woman let me feel her titties I squirted that jizz all over the side of the school. When it came out, it came out with force and splattered everywhere. That night, taking a shower I made myself jizz again. The next morning, again and at school I asked to go to the rest room and in there I jizzed into the camode. When I got home I had to do it again before I went to deliver the newspapers. When I got to her house that evening she was waiting on me on the porch. She asked me how I was feeling and I told her I felt great. She asked if I told anyone about her letting me touch her breasts and I told her that I didn't. She asked if I was lying and told my buddies at school and I told her that I did not say anything to anyone. She went back side and broght me a piece of cake out and sat with me. We sat in silence. She asked if I kissed my girlfriend again that day and I told her that I didn't. She asked me why not. I told her that I didn't get the chance. There was some awkward silence and then she asked me if I enjoyed touchign her yesterday and I smiled and looked down at my plate and told her I did. She reached for my chin and held my face up and said, "What, I didn't hear you!" I told her that I liked it. She let go of my chin and said "Ok, remember, look a woman in the eyes when you talk to her, especially about something like that. She has to see your eyes because what you say with your lips is also said with your eyes and that is what a woman wants to see." I told her that I would try to remmeber that. She told me that she could get into real big trouble if i ever said anything to anyone so she told me to promise her never to say anything to anyone and she might let me do it again.
A month went by but no more feeling of woman titty at all. The missus was home a lot so that might have been the real reason. Ms Racquel didn't visit me on the porch for a few days so I thought she was avoiding me.
It was now June and my birthday was in a few days. I was delivering the newspapers around noon now. On one Thursday Ms Racquel came out onto the porch and broght me cookies. It was hot so she had a fan blowing across the porch which helped cool it off. She was drinking coffee and after i finished the cookies she asked me if I wanted my dollar. I told her I did and so she went back into the kitchen and came back out and smiled and said, "You still a man?" I told her that I was and I watched her look around the yard and out into the road. There were people walking so she said, step inside for just a quick minute. I followed her inside and she turned around and pulled her blouse down a little and said, "Get it". She had on a bra so I pushed my hand in between the bra and her skin. I didn't feel it. I felt all around her right boob and I was enjoying it. Finally I felt the folded dollar under her right bood and i pulled it out. She said, "No this stays between us you understand?" I told her I did and backed out of the house and got on my bike and went straight home and made myself jizz several times that day.
The next day I saw her again and she asked me if my birthday was close and I told her it was the next week. She told me she would make me some cupcakes. On my birthday it was raining. I was ridignmy bike into the yard and cut the wheel too sharp and the bike slide with me and I ended up in the shrubs next to the back porch. Ms Racquel came out and pulled me out of the shrubs and took me inside the house and was wiping the mud and leavs off me. I had a few small cuts and lots of scratches. She was cleaning my arms and legs and this is when she asked if my privates were hurting. Well, yes they were and I looked down. I had blood running down my inner thigh. She told me to go into the laundry room and check my privates and let her know how back I was hurt. I did as she asked and I pulled my short pants down and i had blook on my white underware from a cut up in my groin. I told her. She opened the door and said, "Let me see, I don't want your momma coming here and upsetting the missus and getting me in trouble. She got on her knees and pulled my underware down. I had a puncture beside my balls and it had been bleeding but had stopped. Ms Racquel had a washcloth which she used to cover my balls and dick and she helf them to the side while she cleaned and inspected the wound. She was there on her knees and looked up at me and told me that I ought to be ok. She looked at my underware and there was blood on them. She hesitated and said, "Take them off and let me clean them. You go on home and I'll give them back to your tomorrow all clean. I don't want your momma to know what happened here, is that ok?" I told her that I would do that. She didn't move and she helped me take them off. I was standing there with nothing on and she said, "I was going to give you a special gift today and she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open and I saw her tits. My dick got hard and I was trying to hide it and she said, "That's ok, let me help you with something." She dropped back to her knees and I watched her wrap her fingers around my dick and she started stroking me. I thought oh hell i'm going to jizz. Then the totally unexpected happened, she opened her mouth and pulled my dick into her mouth. I could feel her tongue and she began giving me what I did know was a blow job. It only took about 10 seconds and I had to jizz. I told her to stop that I was going to jizz and she kept on mouth stroking me and I tried to hold back but couldn't and finally i started jizzing. She didn't stop mouth stroking me and I realized she had my balls in one hand and she let me finish in her mouth. I watched her pull me out of her mouth and she swallowed it all, she opened her mouth again and pulled me back into her mouth and I felt her tongue plaing with my dick and she was squeezing all the drops out of me and I watched her swallow again. She looked up at me and asked, "Did you enjoy your birthday present?" I didn't know what to say. I asked her why she did that and she said that she wanted to taste my cum for a while and decided that my birthday was the right time to do it. Cum? Is that what it's called? I was always calling it jizz but she used the word cum so I was confused but obviously I was learning from her. She then stood up and let me play with her titties and encouraged me to suck on the nipples and to squeeze them and I did. She told me that she needed to get dressed and told me to put my shorts back on and warned me to never tell anyone what she had done to me or she would never do it again. I promised.
It was incredible, if I told anyone that Ms Racquel had done that to me they would never believe me so I never said anything to anyone.
Every day thereafter that I saw her I felt much closer to her and she seemed to be more adult oriented toward me. She asked me one day if I ever made myself cum and I told her that I liked to do it. She asked me if I ever saw a woman naked "down there" and I told her that i never did. She told me about how she could not have babies which is why she didn't have kids. The surprise was when she asked if I'd be interested in seeing her pussy. I didn't know what to say. She reached over and felt of my dick and it was hard so she told me that maybe someday she might let me see her pussy.
That day came about 2 months later. It was August and was very warm. When I delivered the paper on a Thursday she asked me to come into the airconditioned kitchen. I stood there for a few moments and she took me by the hand and lead me to the parlor and told me to sit down on the sofa. I did and she got on her knees in front of me and pulled my pants down and said, "We gotta be fast now." My dick was hard and she said, "Try not to cum too fast ok?" I told her I'd try so she sucked on my dick for just a few seconds and said, "Youse ready!" She stood up and straddled me and pull up her dress. There was her pussy under some dark hair. She pulled up and showed me the pussy lips and said, "I'm going to let you fuck me." She then moved toward me and put a knee on each side of my hips and with her hands she took my dick and I felt it against her pussy hair and then i felt it against some wetness and then I felt my dick slip into a warm, wet slipper tunnel. She relaxed a bit and put her weight on on my lap. She then told me to thrust up and down in her and I wasn't too good at it but she helped some. She told me that my dick felt so good in her and she put her arms around my neck and was whispering, "You getting some pussy. Do you like it?" I told her that I did. She was moaning and I could feel all the warmth and wetness that seemed to be happening and I asked her, "What do I do when I need to jizz?" She said, that's not jizz baby, that's called cum." She spelled it "C-U-M...it's cum and I want you to cum up inside my pussy. You going to walk out of here today a man for shooting cum up inside a woman." She was rocking back and forth on me and saying things like, "My little white boy is being a man. He is fucking him some Racquel's pussy and he is gonna cum ain't you young man."
She had been on me about a minute and I felt the urge to jizz so I told her I was getting ready and she pulled her head from my ears and kissed me on the lips. She kept kissing me and then I felt her tongue against my teeth. She told me, "Open your mouth." I did and i felt her tongue in my mouth and she was breathing hard and rocking herself in my lap. I felt my dick moving inside her pussy and as she was kissing me said, "Fuck me good, tell me that you like it." I was feeling something I never felt in my life and I said, "I like it Racquel." She was breathing hard and said, "Of course you like my pussy, I like your dick up in my pussy." She began kissing me again and this is when I started cumming and she felt it. She said, "Oh FUCK YEAH little man, give me all that cum, make me wet." She kept rocking her hips on me and it was more than I could take. It felt great and it seemed like i wasn't going to stop cumming. She was in my face, kissing my lips and saying, "Fuck me, give me that cum, fuck my pussy, oh hell fuck it good. This is your pussy now, you can have it anytime you want it." She kept saying that and thing like that. She kept rocking in my lap. She said, "You still hard up in there aint you. I knew I wasn't as hard as before but I was still up inside her as she kept rocking back and forth and i could feel her shutter a few times.
She pulled herself up off my dick and we both watched juices and my cum drip out of her. She took her dress and held it under her pussy and said, "Don't move, I'll be back." She went into the kitchen and I heard the water running and she came back with a washcloth and she cleaned the juices and cum off my dick and commented that it's still a little bit hard. She told me to get up and get my pants on and to leave before anyone saw. As I went toward the door she told me to wait. She went outside onto the porch and then she told me the coast for clear and then she kissed me before I went out the door and she told me that If i wanted more pussy that she would gladly give it to me. I told her that I did so she said that we would work out a routine.
The next day I did not see her, only the mansion missus was there. That following Thursday I was looking forward to seeing her again. I had worn a blister on my dick from jacking myself off so many times that week. I even grabbed my girlfriends titty and she flinched but smiled that I did it. Every day I began looking for opportunities to touch her titties. She seemed to like it and she began offering me kisses on the lips. When I went to the mansion to collect for the newspaper she was still not there. I asked the missus where Ms Racquel was. The missus seemed puzzled on why I would ask for her. She told me that she and Mr Sam went to Atlanta to take care of his mom because she had been feeling poorly.
Within a couple of weeks there was another plump woman in the house and I asked her about Ms Racquel and was told that Ms Racquel had moved to Atlanta for good. I couldn't believe it. The day after Racquel fucked me she left town. At Christmas that year I got a small package from Ms Racquel. It had some cookies in it. She sent me a note and told me that she was never going to come back. She gave me her address just in case I wanted to write to her. I did write and I told her how much she meant to me. When I got my drivers license I drove to the addrerss and I saw Ms Racquel but she had other kids in the house. We sat and talked for a few minutes and she told me that she enjoyed turning me into a man and that she will never forget how good it felt to have my dick up in her squirting cum. She asked about my girlfriend. I told her that we had fucked a few times and she cautioned me that I needed to wear a rubber. I told her that I did. She smiled at me. That made me feel good and she kissed and told me to go home and don't come back. I did as she said and I was looking her in the eyes and told her "Yes maam!"
This is a story of my past. It's the early 1960s, I'm a teenager and people in general, still respected one another and the corruption of the teenage mind had yet to have occured. That would come in the late 60s. I was born and raised in a small community of what today we certainly would call lower-class families. The community had , perhaps, 200 small 2 bedroom homes with families of 4 - 6 living in each home. In the center of the community was a General Store that sold clothing, groceries, had a fresh meat market, toys, hardware and of course, because it was out in the country, a feed and grain section. The General Store was the gathering spot on summer evenings where women would gather in the front of the store to gossip and men would gather around back on the feed and grain platform to tell hunting and fishing lies and to talk about which woman would give you a blow job for a couple of bucks or fuck you for five bucks. The community wasa mining community since the early 1900s and all the men in the community worked in the mines or in the administrative offices next to the General Store.
At his time I'm thirteen and it is early autumn and I began needing money like any boy my age. I volunteered to take over the newspaper route from an older teen that had been delivering newspapers for a couple of years. He told me to watch out for the ugly old black woman in "the mansion" at the end of the paper route. He said that I needed to just throw the newspaper into the screened-in back porch or she would attack you. There was a lot more he said but in general, as I have remembered then over the years, it was all racal issues due to the tension in the nation at that time. There were only a few black families in the community at the time so I was not understanding what he was saying. I had no idea what he meant but would find out in due time.
I took over the newspaper route where I delivered about 125 newspapers to various subscribers in the community. I made about $15 a week which wasn't bad for a boy my age. It wasn't a lot of work other than having to be in the rain and snow and heat for about an hour. At the time I was always outside regardless of the weather so it wasn't too big a deal for me. As the autumn progressed I found that people were nice and they would sometimes offer me homemade cookies when I would knock on the doors to collect for the newspaper, only 75 cents a week. The peirod from Halloween through New Years Day was a boon for goodies and it was especially nice at "the mansion" at the end of the route.
"The Mansion" was simply a 3 story house that was built back in the early 1800s so it was an old home and it had been in the same family since it was built. Those people once owned all the land that was now the commuity in which I lived. It was a big house, and had about 8 bedrooms and rooms for entertaining and so on. It had a screened and covered back porch that was huge and that is where I found myself most of the time. The back porch had a sofa and chairs with a TV and radio, it was large enough for kids to play in and it had a large table with chairs and it had a small sink and such. That was something unusual for me to see but it was very nice. The people who lived there originally settled in the community before the mining operations took over in the late 1800s and early 1900s.
The people who lived in this large house had grown up with blacks as servants. Because that family had been there since before the Civil War they continued to be recognized as prominent citizens and helped direct the growth of the community. After the war some of the black people had stayed on and lived in the bungalows and farmed land that they were given/sold. I only heard stories about that past but what I did know is that there was a black lady, a Ms Racquel, who was in her mid-40s and married to a man we called Mr Sam. Ms Racquel was born in the 1920s in the bungalow next door where her mother and father had lived forever. Her mother was the housekeeper in the mansion. Naturally, Ms Racquel learned how to take care of the house because she helped her mother in your youth. Ms Racquel's mother passed in the 1930 and so the are of the house became Ms Racquels. Ms Racquel and her husband Mr Sam lived in the bungalow next door. Mr Sam worked in the mines but he also kept the yard mowed, flowers and shrubs looking good and took care of keeping the house looking good. Ms Raquel was the house-maid that cooked and cleaned as did her mother back in Ms Racquels youth.
I enjoyed my freedom to move about the community but I had been doing that since before I was a teen. The money I made was spent at the store in the community. At that time 25 cents would buy me a RC Cola and a PayDay candy bar which I would sit on the grain and feed platform and listen to the men nearby tell their stories. On Satiurdays, during lunch time many of the men office workers would bring their lunches and sit on the platform as well and tell tall tales and lies and enjoy their lunch. I would sit and listen to them as did many of the boys my age.
When I first began delivering the newspaper Ms Racquel met me at the door and told me not to throw the paper on the porch. I told her that was what the other guy told me to do. She just nodded her head and said something like "Well, let's see if you are more disciplined and can follow simple directions." This is when she explained where to place the newspaper inside the porch just outside the kitchen door in a little wooden box.
I was always instructed to steer away from black people. Yes, that seems odd in todays environemnt but that is how I was raised. I was not comfortable being too close to Ms Racquel but she was not the ogre that I understood black people to be. She was quite plesant and although I didn't understand what made a female pretty, I noticed that she did have a nice smile, friendly eyes and was very soft-spoken. She spoke very clearly but she could also speak in a dialect that was hard for me to follow. In general, Ms Racquel was pretty, she was a black lady but she had straight hair and a fairer complexion than her husband Mr Sam had. To my knowledge she did not have any *****ren.
After she instructed me in where to place the newspaper she offered me fresh baked cookies and kool-aid or lemonade. At first I declined the goodies but she guilted me into accepting them. This was the last house on my route so I wasn't in a hurry. I rarely saw Ms Racquel on Monday through Wednesday but she was always there on Thursday through Saturday unless the lady of the hosue was around and then she never came out to greet me. But I saw her more than not on those weekend days.
So after school I would deliver the newspapers and have my route finished by 4:30 or so. When the time changed it was just getting dark early so I was always on my way home before dark. That first week that I delivered to "the mansion" Ms Racquel would meet me at the kitchen door and talk for a few seconds. On the warmer days, she would bring me cookies or cake or pie and i'd sit at the table and enjoy it. On Saturdays, the newspapers came around 11:00AM and I was delivering them by noon. By 12:30PM I was usually finished up my route with the last stop at the mansion.
More times than not, Ms Racquel would come out and sit with me with a cup of coffee and she would also enjoy a cookie or piece of cake or pie. She would gossip with me about some of the other ladies in the community based on what she would overhear the missus saying to others while on the phone. I learned a lot about several of the people in the community from Ms Racquel. The other thing that Ms Racquel talked me through was that I did not have to be afraid of black people and that we were the same except for the color of our skin. She told me that it was going to be her job to help me learn to like her and maybe it might encourage me to ignore the prejudice in which I grew up. She was right about that too.
As it got closer to Christmas and the weather was much colder we rarely sat and talked and I would always get a goodie bag of cookies or treats from Ms Racquel. She was a very nice black lady with a charm that I was yet to appreciate. Ms Racquel was about 42 years old. She was not skinny but what I came to appreciate was that she was a lady that had all the right curves where they needed to be. She was kind and sweet and spoke softy and would watch my eyes all the time whenever we might sit and talk at the porch table. She smiled all the time and was just a very pleasant lady. Over the several months that I would sit and talk to her she was such a charming and sweet lady. Sometimes after we talked for a few minutes she always gave me a hug and told me that I was not anything like some of the other boys my age and that I needed to follow my own ideas and not follow the pack of boys in the community.
The following spring I was enjoying my RC Cola on the loading platrom of the store. It was a Saturday afternoon and it was quitting time so there were about 6 to 8 of the men office workers standing on or around the platform smoking their cigars and telling lies or complaining about their wives. The dogwoods were in bloom and I heard one of the men say, "Holy hell, wont you look yonder, coming this way!" All the men turned and looked toward the direction the man was looking and there was Ms Racquel walking along the path under the dogwood trees in her maid uniform and hat with white gloves. This was common dress amoung ladies of that time. One of the men said, "I'll be she gives ole Sam hell every night!" All the men voiced a whispered agreement and fell silent or turned away As Ms Racquel walked to the platrom and up the 3 steps where she stopped as she put her hand on the door. She turned to the men and said, "Now what do youse s'pose youse men wuz a talking 'bout for youse to go all quite as I gits closer?" That was a dialect and mannerisms that I never heard from her mouth.
They turned to look at her as if they didn't know she was there. One of the men said, "Pardon me Ms Racquel, did you say sumpting?" She looked at them and said, "Ummm Hmmmm, If I's ever finds out what youse talk about when I comes around I'm a gonna spill the beans to youse wifes, now do youse hear me/" The men, almost in unison, said, "Yes, mamm!" and one guy said, " We just standing her telling fishing stories is all." She again said, "Ummmm Hmmmm, Fishing stories? Well just like yoaur fishing stories, that too has to be a lie aint it?" The men all chucked a little and she turned to me and said, "...and what is you doing sitting here listening to these men, letting them ruiin your young mind? Hmmmm?" With that she turned and stepped into the store.
After the door shut one man said, "Damnnation, I bet she rides that hoss till he can't walk." The others grunted their agreement and one guy said, "I don't know about you guys but I'm going home and give my wife "what for" before the image fades." The men laughed at him and encouraged him to go home get him some.
Now I had no good idea of what they were saying but I did have an idea that it pertained to sex. As that man turned and walked away, I recall many of the men made comments about going home and fucking their wifes while one man said he was going to go back to the office across the street and take care of business in the rest room to which the other guys laughed and told him he needed a girlfriend.
That next week on Thursday when I stepped onto the back proch Ms Racquel met me on the porch with my dollar for the newspaper delivery that week. As I reached for it she said, "Tell me what those men was a saying when I walked up." I told her that I didn't understand anything they were saying, which wasn't a lie. Now she looked at me and said, "Uhmmm Hmmmm". She made a face and had her arms crossed. The dollar bill was folded and in between two of her fingers. She moved her hand a little to hand me the dollor from between her fingers and as I reached for it she pulled it back and said, "How old are you?" I told her I was thirteen. She said, have a seat, I'll get you your cake. She held the dollar bill and turned to go back into the kitchen. I sat down and she brought me a big slice of cake and lemonade and sat it down in front of me. As I began to cut the cake she pulled it away from me and said again, "Tell me what those men was a saying about me." I finally told her that I think they were sayng that she was attractive and that Mr Sam was a lucky man. She looked me squarely in the eyes and studied my face and pushed the plate back toward me and said, "Is you lying to me?" I told her that i didn't understand everything that was said but they did say that she was attractive. She nodded her head and said ok.
She didn't say anything more and we talked a little. She asked if I had a girlfriend and asked about her and stuff. When I finished my cake I asked if she wanted to pay for the newpaper today or tomorrow. She was looking at me, again, squarely in the eyes and she leaned forward a little and with her right hand she reached down her blouse. I couldn't help but look as she put her two fingers into her bra and pulled out the folded dollar bill. She took her time pulling it out and with it in between her fingers she waved it at me and this was when i realized she had watched my eyes follow her hand and fingers to remove the dollar from within her bra. She had a beaiutiful smile on her face. She continued waving it in front of me and after a few seconds I finally took it from her fingers. She said, "You is all man ain't chu?" She stood up and picked up the dishes and said, "I see you tomorrow paper man."
I took the money and walked out to my bicycle. Usually, I went home after leaving the mansion. Today I rode my bicycle up the hill to the elementary school. I went to the back of the school and was remembering watching her reach into her bra and I took out my peter and played with it until I squirted jizz on the wall. Damn that always made me feel good but for some reason today, watching Ms Racquel made the squirting happen faster. I went home and that night in bed all I could think of was watching her reach in her bra and she was letting me watch. Why did she do that? Is that a normal thing. Is this something that those men talked about?
The next day when I delivered the newspaper Ms Racquel called to me from the kitchen and asked if I wanted lemonade or kool-aid. I choose one and she brought out another piece of that cake and she sat down with a small piece of cake herself and ate as I ate. She asked me about my girlfriend again. I told her about my girlfriend and she asked if i ever kissed her. I hadn't and so I told Ms Racquel that I never kissed her. Racquel said, "Young man, girls expect a kiss! You can hold hands all you want but if you don't kiss them they'll find a boy that will. All you have to do is sneak a kiss on the cheek. If they liked it they will smile and they might kiss you back, but trust me young man, you better kiss that girl or you gonna lose her to someone not afraid to kiss her."
I sat there actually listening to her and she noticed I was watching her eyes and lips as she talked. She smiled and said, "You trying to be a man?" I nodded my head yes and looked down at the plate. She said, "Only a boy will nod his head when a woman asks him a question. You gotta start being a man so you need to answer my questions by looking me in the eyes and with a 'Yes maam' or a 'No Maam', do you hear what I'm saying?" I was still looking down at the cake and said, "Yes maam." She went, "Unnn Hmmmm" and reached over to my chin and lifted my chin up and she moved closer to my face and was looking me in the eyes and said, "Look me in the eyes mister when you talk to me, don't you look down and don't you look anywhere else; unless, I'm directing your eyes to look somewhere else with my hands, do you understand?" She held my chin and as I was looking in her eyes, I said, "Yes maam." She smiled and said "Yes maam, what? Tell me why you're telling me 'Yes maam' for." I was a little puzzled and so I said, "I'm supposed to look you in the eyes when I answer your questions and i'm not supposed to look anywhere else." She then said, "Finish it." I sat there momentarily, she then took her hand that was still on my chin and she moved two of her fingers and pointed to the wall and I followed her fingers and looked at the wall. Then she came back and took my chin into her hands and leaned closer to me. She was about a foot from my face and said, "Finish it." So I said, "I'm supposed to talk to you by looking in your eyes and not to look anywhere else unless you're pointing to something with your fingers." She smiled and whispered, "Thats my man!" and she leaned away from me and sat back in the chair.
After a few moments she said, "Are you going to kiss your girlfriend next week?" I sat there in the chair for a few seconds and i watched her eyes and she was just staring at me and I said, "I'm going to try." She said, "By next Thursday I want you to tell me that you kissed her and I'll give you a special treat." I asked what it would be and she stood up and took up the plates, she had some chocolate frosting on her plate and she run a finger through it and reached over and touched my nose. It felt weird so I wiped it off my nose and leaned away. She stood there and said, "Watch my fingers." She run her finger through the frosting again and as she was reaching toward me she said, "Open!". I opened my mouth and she stuck her finger in my mouth and I licked the frosting off the tip of her finger. She smiled so big and she said, "You are definitely a smart young man." and she turned and walked into the house and said, "See you tomorrow around noon paperman."
What the fuck was that all about was all i could think of. As I was riding my bike home i took another detour to the school and stood in that same spot as yesterday and played with myself until i squireted jizz on the wall. I felt good.
I was kind of looking forward to the next day so I pushed myself to finish delivering the newspapers and collecing from those who had not paid me yet. When I got to the mansion, I knocked as I usually did and stepped into the screaned porch. From the other side of the door I heard Ms Racquel say, "Is that my young paper man?" She stepped to the door and was looking through the screen and I looked at her face and said, "Yes maam, it's me." She smiled and said take a seat and I'll be right out. She came out carrying a plate of cookies and kool-aid and sat them down in front of me. She said, "What are you going to do next week with your girlfriend?" I almost responded without looking at her but I caught myself and I looked at her and said, "I'm going to try to kiss her." She said, "Yes sir, that is what my paperman is going to do, he is going to kiss his girlfriend and she is going to love him for it." She began asking about some of the women on my paper route and if they ever talked to me like she talks to me and I told her that no one did. She asked if I ever said anything to anyone about things we talk about and I told her that I did not. She then told me that what is said between a woman and a man is only between the two of them and that it should never be told to anyone. She asked if i understood that and staring into her eyes I told her that I understood. She was moving her hand around her face to brush her hair out of the way and I was watching her hand. Without being aware she reached for a napkin and she wiped her mouth and this is when I noticed the lipstick and it looked good on her. She was smiling and she took the napkin and wiped her neck and down to her chest. She used both hands and opened up her blouse a little and I could see a little of her bra and she continued wiping her chest and as she moved the napkin between her breasts and the bra and she said, "Damn it's getting warm ain't it." I was watching her hand and then I looked up at her face and she was not looking at me, she was looking to the side at the noise down the road. She continued moving that napkin and I went back to watching what her hand was doing and she was wiping her breasts with the napkin. I felt my dick getting hard and I didn't want her to notice and then I looked at her and she had her head tilted to the side and said again, "I said, it's getting hot ain't it." I looked at her and told her that it was getting warmer. She sat that as I finished the last cookie and the glass of kool-aid and she said, "Are you on you way home now?" I looked her in her eyes and told her that I was. She nodded and she took the napkin with some of her titty sweat and she put it to her lips and pressed it against her lips and made a kissing sound. She pulled the napkin away, looked at it and smiled and handed it to me and said, "This is for you, keep it." She handed it to me and i could feel the wetness on the napkin and I was looking at the lipstick kiss on it. I said, "What do I do with it." She stood up and smiled and said, "It's yours, you can throw it away or keep it in your drawer, it's up to you" and she walked back into the kitchen and as she was walking away, she aaid, "Thursday, i want good news about that kiss."
I stood there with that napkin. I folded it and stuck it in my pocket. I got on my bike and went up to the school. I took the napkin out. My dick was hard. I smelled of the napkin and I could smell a hint of perfume and the scent of a real womans titty sweat. Then, there was that lip kiss on the napkin. I held it to my lips and imagined what it might be like to kiss a woman. Damn I was over stimulated, I pulled my dick out and in just a few seconds I was squirting jizz all over the wall. I finished squirting and put my dick away, put the folded napkin in my pocket and went home. That night in bed I lay with the napkin between my cheek and the pillow. I played with my dick again and had to squirt again so I leaned over the bed against the wall and let go with several squirts of jizz against the wall and on the floor. I knew I'd have to clean that up in the morning.
The next week happened and I did find the opportunity to kiss my girlfriend on the cheek. We were getting our books out of the locker and she was looking in the locker. I walked over to her and no one was paying any attention, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She backed away from me and felt her cheek and said, "Why did you do that?" I told her that I've wanted to kiss her for a long time and I decided to just be a man and do it. She was smiling and said ok and she she walked away but she stopped and kissed me on the cheek. The next day I did it again and again the following day which was Thursday.
When I was delivering the last newspaper to the mansion, Ms Racquel was standing on the porch and as I stepping onto the porch she said, "Well?" I was grining from ear to ear and I told her that I not only kissed her once but every day since. She was smiling as well. She asked me to sit down and she would bring me some pie. She was gone for a while and she came back out carrying two plates with pie on them. She sat her plate down and leaning across her chair she leaned over and I could look down her blouse and she did not have on a bra. I could see her titties hanging down but I couldn't see the nipples. She sat the plate down and she didn't raise back up. This is when I looked up at her face and she was smiling and she said, "Damn, when you kiss your girlfriend, you turn into a man don't you?" I looked at her and said, "What do you mean?" She smiled and straightened up and pulled the chair out and sat down and was quiet and then she asked what I did with the napkin she gave me. I imagine my face flushed because I felt it turn red. She smiled at me and said, "Ummmm Hmmm, I thought so." I was going to say something but the words froze in my mouth. She was smiling and said, "You still got it?" And I looked down at my plate and back up at her and said, "Yes maam." She just smiled and kept eating.
I asked her again "What did you mean about me being a man?" She looked in my direction and just smiled. I'm sure she knew I was making myself jizz every day with that napkin. She never answered. I was feeling so happy and a little careless but brave so I reached over to her chin and lightly touched it and turned her face to me and I said, "What do you mean?" She had the damnest surprise on her face when I did that. She dropped her fork and turned her head to the side and said, "Did you just grab my chin and turn me toward you?" I suddenly felt like I was in trouble so I apologized. She sat there for a few seconds and said, "It's ok mister paperman, but you don't touch an older lady unless you're invited to touch her. Do you know what I mean?" Suddenly I was afraid. She said, "What if My Sam saw you do that? He wouldn't like it and he be mad at you and at me." Naturally I was confused so I said, "Why can you touch my chin but I can't touch your chin?" She smiled and said, "Cause i'm being careful and always watching for who might be around and who might be watching. It ain't that what you did was altogether wrong, but that you were careless and just don't understand when it's ok. Us women have to be careful with who is allowed to touch us, you know." She was smiling and then she added, "I loved it. You can touch me like that anytime but you gotta wait for my signals." I asked what signals and she said, "Those you will learn over time but for now, let me do the touching and you'll learn, OK?" I told her that I understood.
My fear subsided and she asked me all about the kisses. I told her and afterward she was telling me about how brave it was for me to take that initiative and that I needed to learn to be braver and that if I were to make a mistake with a female that an apology is all I had to be ready to do. I sat there listening and said, "I'm sorry I touched your chin Ms Racquel" She said, "You'll learn when it's ok to do that, OK?" I told her ok. We sat in silence for a few minutes and she stood to go back inside and she dropped her fork to the floor as she was standing up. She bent over in front of me and I could see both her titties and i saw the dark nipple of one of them. She raised up and looked at me and said, "Did you get your eyes full young man?" I went numb. She reached over and grabbed my chin and said, "Did you get your eyes full?" and she held my chin in her hand. She was looking straight in my eyes and leaned close to me and said, "Did you?" I spoke up and said, "Yes". She smiled and this is when I noticed she was looking at my lap and I realized my dick was hard. She said, "What am I going to do with you young man?" Then she stood again and said, "Ok, Let me go get your paper money."
I stood up and she came to the door and opened it and stood in the doorway and had the dollar bill folded again like last week in between her two fingers. She held it out to me and pulled it back. She held it out again and when I reached for it she pulled it back a second time. I laughed at what she was doing. She said, "Is you ready to be a man?" and after saying that she took the fingers with the folded dollar and put her fingers down in between her tits and pulled her hand out fast and said, "Go get it young man, you know you want to touch em. You look at them all time and I knows you do. I've watched those eyes of yourn and they always looking at my titties, so if you like em, it's ok to touch em right now" I stood there not sure what to do. She said, "Take your hand and reach into my blouse and get your dollar." I hesitated and then I put my hand in her blouse. I could feel her tit and I was first feeling for the dollar and then I forgot about the dollar and I felt of her left tit and then the nipple and then the right tit and I squeezed them both. I noticed she stood there with her eyes closed and I got scared so I pulled my hand out and said, "I didn't find the dollar." She opened her eyes and looked at me with that beautiful smile and she waved the dollar in front of my face, it was still in between her fingers. I took it and she said, "That is your special treat! Did you enjoy yourself?" I was nervous and i looked at her eyes and said that I did enjoy it. She smiled and told me to have a good afternoon.
I went straight to the school and relived the few seconds a real woman let me feel her titties I squirted that jizz all over the side of the school. When it came out, it came out with force and splattered everywhere. That night, taking a shower I made myself jizz again. The next morning, again and at school I asked to go to the rest room and in there I jizzed into the camode. When I got home I had to do it again before I went to deliver the newspapers. When I got to her house that evening she was waiting on me on the porch. She asked me how I was feeling and I told her I felt great. She asked if I told anyone about her letting me touch her breasts and I told her that I didn't. She asked if I was lying and told my buddies at school and I told her that I did not say anything to anyone. She went back side and broght me a piece of cake out and sat with me. We sat in silence. She asked if I kissed my girlfriend again that day and I told her that I didn't. She asked me why not. I told her that I didn't get the chance. There was some awkward silence and then she asked me if I enjoyed touchign her yesterday and I smiled and looked down at my plate and told her I did. She reached for my chin and held my face up and said, "What, I didn't hear you!" I told her that I liked it. She let go of my chin and said "Ok, remember, look a woman in the eyes when you talk to her, especially about something like that. She has to see your eyes because what you say with your lips is also said with your eyes and that is what a woman wants to see." I told her that I would try to remmeber that. She told me that she could get into real big trouble if i ever said anything to anyone so she told me to promise her never to say anything to anyone and she might let me do it again.
A month went by but no more feeling of woman titty at all. The missus was home a lot so that might have been the real reason. Ms Racquel didn't visit me on the porch for a few days so I thought she was avoiding me.
It was now June and my birthday was in a few days. I was delivering the newspapers around noon now. On one Thursday Ms Racquel came out onto the porch and broght me cookies. It was hot so she had a fan blowing across the porch which helped cool it off. She was drinking coffee and after i finished the cookies she asked me if I wanted my dollar. I told her I did and so she went back into the kitchen and came back out and smiled and said, "You still a man?" I told her that I was and I watched her look around the yard and out into the road. There were people walking so she said, step inside for just a quick minute. I followed her inside and she turned around and pulled her blouse down a little and said, "Get it". She had on a bra so I pushed my hand in between the bra and her skin. I didn't feel it. I felt all around her right boob and I was enjoying it. Finally I felt the folded dollar under her right bood and i pulled it out. She said, "No this stays between us you understand?" I told her I did and backed out of the house and got on my bike and went straight home and made myself jizz several times that day.
The next day I saw her again and she asked me if my birthday was close and I told her it was the next week. She told me she would make me some cupcakes. On my birthday it was raining. I was ridignmy bike into the yard and cut the wheel too sharp and the bike slide with me and I ended up in the shrubs next to the back porch. Ms Racquel came out and pulled me out of the shrubs and took me inside the house and was wiping the mud and leavs off me. I had a few small cuts and lots of scratches. She was cleaning my arms and legs and this is when she asked if my privates were hurting. Well, yes they were and I looked down. I had blood running down my inner thigh. She told me to go into the laundry room and check my privates and let her know how back I was hurt. I did as she asked and I pulled my short pants down and i had blook on my white underware from a cut up in my groin. I told her. She opened the door and said, "Let me see, I don't want your momma coming here and upsetting the missus and getting me in trouble. She got on her knees and pulled my underware down. I had a puncture beside my balls and it had been bleeding but had stopped. Ms Racquel had a washcloth which she used to cover my balls and dick and she helf them to the side while she cleaned and inspected the wound. She was there on her knees and looked up at me and told me that I ought to be ok. She looked at my underware and there was blood on them. She hesitated and said, "Take them off and let me clean them. You go on home and I'll give them back to your tomorrow all clean. I don't want your momma to know what happened here, is that ok?" I told her that I would do that. She didn't move and she helped me take them off. I was standing there with nothing on and she said, "I was going to give you a special gift today and she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open and I saw her tits. My dick got hard and I was trying to hide it and she said, "That's ok, let me help you with something." She dropped back to her knees and I watched her wrap her fingers around my dick and she started stroking me. I thought oh hell i'm going to jizz. Then the totally unexpected happened, she opened her mouth and pulled my dick into her mouth. I could feel her tongue and she began giving me what I did know was a blow job. It only took about 10 seconds and I had to jizz. I told her to stop that I was going to jizz and she kept on mouth stroking me and I tried to hold back but couldn't and finally i started jizzing. She didn't stop mouth stroking me and I realized she had my balls in one hand and she let me finish in her mouth. I watched her pull me out of her mouth and she swallowed it all, she opened her mouth again and pulled me back into her mouth and I felt her tongue plaing with my dick and she was squeezing all the drops out of me and I watched her swallow again. She looked up at me and asked, "Did you enjoy your birthday present?" I didn't know what to say. I asked her why she did that and she said that she wanted to taste my cum for a while and decided that my birthday was the right time to do it. Cum? Is that what it's called? I was always calling it jizz but she used the word cum so I was confused but obviously I was learning from her. She then stood up and let me play with her titties and encouraged me to suck on the nipples and to squeeze them and I did. She told me that she needed to get dressed and told me to put my shorts back on and warned me to never tell anyone what she had done to me or she would never do it again. I promised.
It was incredible, if I told anyone that Ms Racquel had done that to me they would never believe me so I never said anything to anyone.
Every day thereafter that I saw her I felt much closer to her and she seemed to be more adult oriented toward me. She asked me one day if I ever made myself cum and I told her that I liked to do it. She asked me if I ever saw a woman naked "down there" and I told her that i never did. She told me about how she could not have babies which is why she didn't have kids. The surprise was when she asked if I'd be interested in seeing her pussy. I didn't know what to say. She reached over and felt of my dick and it was hard so she told me that maybe someday she might let me see her pussy.
That day came about 2 months later. It was August and was very warm. When I delivered the paper on a Thursday she asked me to come into the airconditioned kitchen. I stood there for a few moments and she took me by the hand and lead me to the parlor and told me to sit down on the sofa. I did and she got on her knees in front of me and pulled my pants down and said, "We gotta be fast now." My dick was hard and she said, "Try not to cum too fast ok?" I told her I'd try so she sucked on my dick for just a few seconds and said, "Youse ready!" She stood up and straddled me and pull up her dress. There was her pussy under some dark hair. She pulled up and showed me the pussy lips and said, "I'm going to let you fuck me." She then moved toward me and put a knee on each side of my hips and with her hands she took my dick and I felt it against her pussy hair and then i felt it against some wetness and then I felt my dick slip into a warm, wet slipper tunnel. She relaxed a bit and put her weight on on my lap. She then told me to thrust up and down in her and I wasn't too good at it but she helped some. She told me that my dick felt so good in her and she put her arms around my neck and was whispering, "You getting some pussy. Do you like it?" I told her that I did. She was moaning and I could feel all the warmth and wetness that seemed to be happening and I asked her, "What do I do when I need to jizz?" She said, that's not jizz baby, that's called cum." She spelled it "C-U-M...it's cum and I want you to cum up inside my pussy. You going to walk out of here today a man for shooting cum up inside a woman." She was rocking back and forth on me and saying things like, "My little white boy is being a man. He is fucking him some Racquel's pussy and he is gonna cum ain't you young man."
She had been on me about a minute and I felt the urge to jizz so I told her I was getting ready and she pulled her head from my ears and kissed me on the lips. She kept kissing me and then I felt her tongue against my teeth. She told me, "Open your mouth." I did and i felt her tongue in my mouth and she was breathing hard and rocking herself in my lap. I felt my dick moving inside her pussy and as she was kissing me said, "Fuck me good, tell me that you like it." I was feeling something I never felt in my life and I said, "I like it Racquel." She was breathing hard and said, "Of course you like my pussy, I like your dick up in my pussy." She began kissing me again and this is when I started cumming and she felt it. She said, "Oh FUCK YEAH little man, give me all that cum, make me wet." She kept rocking her hips on me and it was more than I could take. It felt great and it seemed like i wasn't going to stop cumming. She was in my face, kissing my lips and saying, "Fuck me, give me that cum, fuck my pussy, oh hell fuck it good. This is your pussy now, you can have it anytime you want it." She kept saying that and thing like that. She kept rocking in my lap. She said, "You still hard up in there aint you. I knew I wasn't as hard as before but I was still up inside her as she kept rocking back and forth and i could feel her shutter a few times.
She pulled herself up off my dick and we both watched juices and my cum drip out of her. She took her dress and held it under her pussy and said, "Don't move, I'll be back." She went into the kitchen and I heard the water running and she came back with a washcloth and she cleaned the juices and cum off my dick and commented that it's still a little bit hard. She told me to get up and get my pants on and to leave before anyone saw. As I went toward the door she told me to wait. She went outside onto the porch and then she told me the coast for clear and then she kissed me before I went out the door and she told me that If i wanted more pussy that she would gladly give it to me. I told her that I did so she said that we would work out a routine.
The next day I did not see her, only the mansion missus was there. That following Thursday I was looking forward to seeing her again. I had worn a blister on my dick from jacking myself off so many times that week. I even grabbed my girlfriends titty and she flinched but smiled that I did it. Every day I began looking for opportunities to touch her titties. She seemed to like it and she began offering me kisses on the lips. When I went to the mansion to collect for the newspaper she was still not there. I asked the missus where Ms Racquel was. The missus seemed puzzled on why I would ask for her. She told me that she and Mr Sam went to Atlanta to take care of his mom because she had been feeling poorly.
Within a couple of weeks there was another plump woman in the house and I asked her about Ms Racquel and was told that Ms Racquel had moved to Atlanta for good. I couldn't believe it. The day after Racquel fucked me she left town. At Christmas that year I got a small package from Ms Racquel. It had some cookies in it. She sent me a note and told me that she was never going to come back. She gave me her address just in case I wanted to write to her. I did write and I told her how much she meant to me. When I got my drivers license I drove to the addrerss and I saw Ms Racquel but she had other kids in the house. We sat and talked for a few minutes and she told me that she enjoyed turning me into a man and that she will never forget how good it felt to have my dick up in her squirting cum. She asked about my girlfriend. I told her that we had fucked a few times and she cautioned me that I needed to wear a rubber. I told her that I did. She smiled at me. That made me feel good and she kissed and told me to go home and don't come back. I did as she said and I was looking her in the eyes and told her "Yes maam!"
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