[Fm][Str8] An overwhelming experience…

I posted this before, and then deleted that account. Since then I talked to Mrs Fox and sent her the story. She wants to tell her own version of events, so I think she’s writing her side of it ready to respond later.

This all happened when I was 18.

From early childhood, I’ve known a married couple, about 15 years older than me. Throughout my teenage years, I had an open invitation to their house, and I’d often visit, even when they weren’t there, to watch T.V, if I couldn’t watch at home for various reasons.

For the purposes of this story, we’ll call them Mr and Mrs Fox.

One weekend, Mr Fox was away, but there was something I wanted to watch late at night, and as usual, I went to the Fox’s and let myself in. I knew Mrs Fox would be in bed by that hour, but they were super cool with me, and this was pre-arranged.

I’d been sat watching the game for a few minutes when Mrs Fox came downstairs to the living room, wearing a very short, pink, bathrobe. It was an extremely revealing garment, the most revealing item of clothing I’d ever seen her wear. It clearly revealed her breathtaking cleavage, and her long, silky, smooth legs, from her bare feet to her upper thighs. I think my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her that night.

She casually knelt on the floor about six feet from me and began to fold some laundry whilst chatting amiably and perhaps a little flirtatiously. I was trying to watch the game politely and not stare at her tits too much. I was failing miserably. I was an 18 year old virgin, and my hormones were running wild. Even as we were casually chatting, I remember feeling my cock begin to tingle excitedly. As I was continuing the futile battle with my own libido, Mrs Fox crawled across the floor, ostensibly to pick up the children’s toys, but the way she was crawling on all fours, in front of me, was deeply seductive and it triggered something deeply carnal inside of me. All I could think about was mounting her like a wild animal. I felt my cock beginning to swell and rise, and I began to panic. My cock gets significantly bigger when it’s erect, and I knew there would soon be a visible bulge in my jeans. I nervously croaked, “Mrs Fox, you’re really turning me on.” It was meant to be a plea for her to go to put some clothes on and save us both embarrassment. She turned around very quickly with a look of mild shock, and then a provocative smile. The vocalising of my confession had the effect of intensifying my arousal and her smile was increasing my excitement beyond reason. I felt hot, and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I’m sure I blushed completely red.

“I can see that…” she said, motioning with her head to the bulge, now obvious, in my jeans. I was dumfounded. Then she started to crawl, excruciatingly slowly, toward me. I could clearly see her cleavage, cradled sumptuously in her bathrobe, as she lent over, crawling toward me.

She put her hand on my thigh, I felt my cock physically leap as she touched me. She pulled herself up onto the sofa beside me, and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh. I gasped. She whispered in my ear, “I’d like to see more.” I silently nodded and mumbled something nervously. Words were failing me. Mrs Fox began to unbuckle my belt, she unbuttoned my jeans, and she slipped her hand inside my underwear, as she kissed my neck. When she wrapped her soft, cool hand, gently around my excited cock, it was the best sensation I’d ever felt in my life. She tenderly pulled my virgin cock from my underwear, smiled, and looked me directly in the eye, for what felt like eternity, before leaning down and kissing my furiously pulsating erection. The engorged shaft spasmed wildly at the touch of her lips and she giggled excitedly.

She gracefully slipped down off the couch and onto her knees and looked up at me.
She said firmly, “tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” I was silent. After a pause, she very slowly and deliberately, tenderly rolled back my foreskin, pursed her lips, lent in very close, and blew gently across the engorged, sensitive flesh of my exposed glans. I groaned a guttural noise that I’d never heard before, and I blushed. It felt like by entire body flushed red. I remember, distinctly, my toes curling involuntarily as I felt her breath against my exposed skin. She giggled again, lent back, gave me a deep long stare and then very slowly lent forward toward my cock once more. As she swooped, she opened her mouth. The thought that she was about to put my cock into her mouth and the sensation of her breath on my genitals was overwhelming. My cock spasmed violently, my head rocked back, I let out a wail, and I heard her half gasp, half squeal, as a torrent of thick white liquid spurted and poured out of my cock. I looked back at her, and her face was drenched in my semen, it was dripping from her hair, off her face, and down onto her cleavage. I’ve never been more embarrassed, before, or since. Mrs Fox started to giggle, but I never felt she was laughing at me. It was a tender, affectionate, joyful, laugh. She took me by the hand and said, “Let’s go and get cleaned up” and led me upstairs to the shower.

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