The lust of noblewomen

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Chapter One,

Marlene. Harris entered Buddy's room. Eighteen-year-old Buddy yawned, her beautiful, naked body hidden beneath a long, sheer black nightgown; clearly, she wore nothing but it.

"Mrs. Harris," Buddy swallowed.

"What is it, Buddy?" her voice came from below her throat.

He was speechless, his eyes glued to her body. So beautiful, more beautiful than he had ever imagined.

"Do you like my clothes?" Marlene asked, turning her body so he could see everything.

"Oh, ah, um..." Buddy answered, but could utter nothing more than a few sounds; he was erect in his tight shorts.

Mrs. Harris approached him, then, with her breasts facing him, she unbuttoned her robe. Buddy could barely contain himself—Mrs. Harris had shown him her nakedness!

"Do I look beautiful, Buddy?" Marlene moved closer to the bed where he lay.

"Ah, yes, madam." He could finally speak with a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to make love to me?" she whispered.

Make love! Buddy's vocal cords were almost paralyzed; he struggled to answer, but could only nod.

"Yes, Buddy," Mrs. Harris whispered in his ear, practically kneeling beside the bed, "I think you're very sexy, and I want to make love to you, and for a long time!" "Oh, God!" Buddy thought, "This dream I've had for years is about to come true!" Mrs. Harris pulled down his shorts and pulled out his already swollen penis. "Oh, Buddy," she murmured in a low voice, stroking his penis. "Oh, Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!" **** * * * * * * "Buddy, get up, you lazybones, time to get up!" A voice, definitely not Mrs. Harris's, was calling him. Buddy opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his own room, in his own bed. Disappointed, he realized it was his mother calling his name, not Mrs. Harris. He picked up his glasses from his bedside table, put them on, and looked at his crotch. His erect penis had already created a tent in the sheets, and his hand was stroking it.

"Really!" he muttered disappointedly. "Why didn't Mom let me get up a little later? I was about to perfectly end my sweet dream!" The young man stretched his legs, then went into the bathroom, showered, dressed, and went downstairs. His mother was making breakfast in the kitchen.

"I think you're going to sleep all day!" his mother said. "Remember, you have to mow the Harris's lawn today!" "Yes, I remember," Buddy mumbled. If he couldn't have sex with Mrs. Harris, at least he could see her.

Buddy was in high school, and when he realized that girls were different from boys, he focused all his attention on his charming neighbor. In his eyes, the brown-haired woman who lived across the street was the sexiest woman in the world.

Marlene. Harris and her husband were friends of Buddy's parents, and he'd been doing odd jobs mowing their lawn since he was old enough, which he didn't mind. They paid him well enough, but what he really enjoyed was working around the house and being able to freely stare at the person who sparked his fantasies.

Buddy finished breakfast and prepared to leave. "I think I should go," he said to his mother.

"Will you be back for lunch?" his mother asked.

"Maybe not," he replied. "You know Mrs. Harris, she always makes sure I eat when I'm working there." "Well, then," his mother said, "remember, your father and I are going to your Aunt Abigail's for the weekend, so make sure you're well-fed and well-rested until Sunday night!" "Oh, Mom," he replied. Then he turned and went out, crossed the street to the back door of the Harris's house, knocked, and Marle opened the door. She was wearing very fitted jeans, and Buddy felt a tightness in his chest. Mrs.

Harris was about the same age as his mother, but she looked much sexier.

“Buddy,” Mahler said, her voice soft and husky, “Hi,” she smiled warmly at him.

She liked her young neighbor and enjoyed his presence. But he was always polite, and she knew he had been in love with her for years.

“Ah, I’m here to mow the lawn,” Buddy said.

“I’d love to, just what you need,” Mahler replied.

Buddy went into the garage, picked up the lawnmower, and started working. There was a lot of grass around the pool; the Harris family was quite wealthy, and the mowed grass piled up into many heaps. Buddy hoped that, as he usually did when working in the yard, Mrs. Harris would come out of the house and stroll around the pool, so he left the poolside grass for last, so he could see her when she came out.

He didn’t see Mrs. Harris all morning. He had finished everything except the grass around the pool, and Buddy was a little disappointed. Maybe she wasn’t coming out today? But just as he was about to give up, she came out and called to him. He quickly turned off the lawnmower.

“Lunchtime!” she called.

Buddy went into the house, washed his hands, and sat down at the kitchen table. Mrs. Harris, as usual, had prepared enough food for three people. He wolfed down his food, while Marla watched him eat with a smile.

"Are you full?" Marla asked when Buddy finished.

"Yes," he replied, "I'm stuffed!" He leaned back in his chair.

"It's so nice to have you here," she said, "you make me feel like my cooking is special!" "Oh, yes, it's really very good!" Buddy told her. He wasn't lying; Marla was not only beautiful but also an excellent cook.

"Well, you're a very good flatterer!" Marla said. She smiled, her face slightly flushed.

Buddy thought she was even more beautiful then. "You've grown into a dashing man," she continued, "like the lawn where you worked yesterday." Buddy felt a surge of excitement. He knew he was blushing and felt a little uneasy.

"Ah, I think I'd better go back to work in the yard!" he stammered. He pushed the table aside with both hands and got up to leave. "A very good lunch!" "You're too kind, Buddy," Marlene said.

Buddy continued working, finally finishing mowing the lawn around the pool. He expected Mrs. Harris to come out and sunbathe. His eyes were fixed on the house, and he almost drove the lawnmower into the flowerbed. His hope was finally realized; Mrs. Harris appeared from the house and walked towards the pool.

Buddy almost fell off the lawnmower when he saw Mrs. Harris wearing a white bikini swimsuit held together by thin strings, the swimsuit so scant that there was little to imagine. He immediately became breathless and his heart began to pound. Mrs. Harris's body was even more beautiful than he had imagined. He swallowed and stared intently in the direction she was going.

Mahler Harris walked slowly toward the pool, her heart pounding. She could feel the wide-eyed gaze of her young admirer. Buddy was unaware that she also harbored sexual fantasies about him. Her husband, Tom, spent countless hours on business trips, and their sex life had plummeted to almost nothing. Mahler trembled with excitement whenever Buddy walked past her with adoring eyes. She was thirty-six years old, weighed 130 pounds, and stood 5 feet 8 inches tall. Her breasts were still firm enough to fit a 34C bra, her waist was still 24 inches, and her hips were still 33 inches, just like when she was in high school. She hadn't wanted children and had a regular job, so her stomach remained flat. She had long, wavy hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, which she styled into a French bun with hair clips on her way to the pool.

"Maybe," she often thought, "Buddy might be willing to help me overcome some of my sexual frustrations!" Then, filled with guilt, she would suppress the thought until the young man's next visit.

The swimsuit she bought was bolder than any she'd ever worn before; it was specifically for Buddy, with a special purpose. This summer, she'd brought it out every time he came, but she'd never actually worn it before today. In fact, she was afraid to face Buddy in it. How would he respond to her advances? Her husband's rejection was bad enough; a rejection from Buddy would crush her.

Today was different. Mahler rallied her spirits, put on the swimsuit, and stepped out. "It's too late to turn back now!" she told herself, walking down the steps across the grass towards the pool. She felt herself trembling and her heart pounding. Would Buddy find her allure? She wanted to run back to the house to change, but she couldn't. Finally, she reached the pool, lay down on the sofa, and was surprised to find herself filled with anticipation and excitement.

Buddy called her name, and she answered. Buddy almost drove the lawnmower into the flowerbed again. He felt his penis begin to swell, swell, and move closer and closer inside his tight jeans. He had finished mowing and spent all his time staring intently at the lovely, sexy woman.

Marle smiled at him. She smiled softly when she saw his unease. Her sexy outfit had a desire-inducing effect. Maybe she made the right choice. Maybe something was going to happen. She was surprised to find that lying here didn't seem as warm as it had ever been.

Buddy finished his work, put the lawnmower back in the garage, washed his hands, and went back to the poolside. He felt a little short of breath and had some trouble walking; he shouldn't have worn those tight pants. When he reached the pool, he sat on the lawn not far from the sofa where Marle was lying and continued to stare at Mrs. Harris.

"All done?" Marle asked.

"Yes!" Buddy replied. His eyes couldn't leave her. Her top barely covered her breasts—the breasts he often caressed in his dreams—and the excitement her tiny swim trunks gave him far outweighed all his fantasies. In the sun, the fine beads of sweat on her skin shimmered like a thin film over her tanned skin.

"Do you like my new clothes?" Mahler asked gently.

"Ah, oh, I, I like them, yes, I like them," Buddy replied. His voice sounded ridiculous even to himself.

"This is the first time I've worn them," Mahler told him.

Buddy sat there staring at her. His penis ached in his pants, and he was sweating.

"Buddy, do you like me a lot?" she asked.

"I want to kill you, I want to climb mountains, I want to cross the English Channel, I…" Buddy thought, "Well, I, maybe," he stammered.

“I need to put sunscreen on my back, but I can’t reach it,” Mahler said. “Can you help me?” “She wants me to touch her!” Buddy thought, his penis jerking up from his shorts. He reached for the sunscreen bottle, fumbled for the cap, finally opened it, squeezed some onto his hands, and gently stroked her warm back between his hands, watching the alluring woman as he did so.

Mahler watched with fascination and excitement as Buddy stumbled open the bottle, realizing with delight, “He’s even more nervous than I am!” Her lower abdomen tensed, and when his hands touched her skin, she almost instinctively arched her back, and he began to massage gently. Buddy’s hands touched almost every erogenous zone, and she began to feel a passionate excitement.

Buddy felt Mrs. Harris’s back tremble and quickly stopped. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No! No!” she replied immediately, “It’s wonderful!” She didn’t want to interrupt this lingering, exquisite pleasure.

Buddy’s hands continued massaging her back, making circular motions, caressing her, pleasing her.

“It feels so good, Buddy,” Mahler whispered, “It’s so nice to have you here, I don’t like my tanned, rough back.” Buddy continued massaging the skin on her back. He had never imagined that touching this woman like this could make her feel so wonderful. His penis swelled and deformed in his shorts, and he didn’t know how he would get up and leave in a while. Maybe he should go for a swim and let this shameful thing sink into the pool.

Mahler wasn’t the first woman Buddy had been with, but unlike him, she was a mature woman and very beautiful, her skin soft, smooth, and warm. He had so many erotic fantasies about her… Buddy’s massage was incredibly gentle, quickly arousing Mahler’s anticipated sexual fantasies and desires. Even when they were young, Tom had never given her this feeling. Buddy seemed to have massaged her deepest desires, her body boiling with sexual urges. She knew that if she didn't do something else, this young man would probably use up all the sunscreen, and he was just as nervous, not knowing where to go beyond her back.

"Could you put some on my thighs too, Buddy?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, okay!" Buddy replied. He gratefully complied, his desire not to stop stronger than her request.

"What should I do after he's finished on my legs?" Mahler wondered, afraid that Buddy would leave once he was done.

"Mowing the lawn is tiring work," she said, "How about we get some cold drinks?" Buddy felt a jolt in his heart, swallowed hard, and said, "Do you want me to go get something from the house?" "I do need to get something," Mahler said gently, as if someone had placed a bouquet of roses at her feet, "Come on!" With that, she got up and walked towards the house.

Buddy struggled to move his feet to keep up with Mahler, trying to make his hard member more comfortable.

Her full, healthy buttocks swayed comfortably in front of him, seemingly mocking his discomfort.

Damn, her bikini bottoms were too small; he could see her cleft!

In the kitchen, Mahler took two cans of soda from the refrigerator, handing one to Buddy, their hands brushing against each other.

Mahler looked closely at the young man. He was very handsome, and although not an athlete, he was very healthy.

"Mahler, this isn't right!" a voice deep inside warned her. She ignored the voice and forced a smile. "Do you have a girlfriend, Buddy?" she asked.

"Ah, no, really not," Buddy replied. "A few dates, but no particular friends." "I bet a guy like you won't have any problems dating, will you?" Mahler whispered.

"Oh, no, really no!" Buddy muttered, feeling his jeans were too tight. He had to do something. A throbbing pain shot through his penis. His pants were too tight, perhaps cutting off blood circulation. Finally, an idea struck him. "Ah, may I use your bathroom, Mrs. Harris?" he asked.

"Of course," Mahler replied, "you know where it is." As he entered the house, she saw his crotch bulge, which excited her. It was so big! She watched him leave the kitchen and listened to him go up the stairs. Should she get what she wanted? Now was the time. She put down her soda and followed him. Buddy was in a dilemma

. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he unzipped his pants, releasing his erect penis, which stood erect and hard, harder than ever before. He gently grasped it, groaning with pleasure. Under the up-and-down movement of his clenched hand, a clear fluid oozed from the tip of his penis. He closed his eyes, imagining it was Mahler's hand, not his own, and gripped his penis tightly.

"Oh—oh—oh, Mahler, Mahler, Mahler, yes, yes!" he moaned softly.

Mahler stood outside the bathroom door, listening to the young man's moans. Her hand moved toward the doorknob, moved, and suddenly stopped. "Do you know what you're doing?" the voice deep inside her echoed again, "Do you really want to be a whore, a slut, without any morals?" The thought was like a bucket of cold water poured over her. She quickly withdrew her hand, as if the doorknob were burning hot, then turned and walked through the living room back to her bedroom, locking the door behind her and beginning to moan softly. In her bedroom, she threw herself onto the bed and wept bitterly. What was wrong with her life? She was thirty-six years old, forcing herself to seduce a young boy for sexual gratification. Shame and frustration pounded against her.

Buddy finished in the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and went out into the hallway. He stopped when he heard a sound as he was about to go downstairs into the kitchen. It sounded like someone was crying. It was definitely crying. It seemed to be coming from Mrs. Harris's bedroom. He didn't know why she was crying, whether he had done something to upset her, or what he should do. He turned back to her bedroom door, raised his hand to knock, and then stopped. Would he see something he shouldn't, or should he go home and leave her alone there?

Another cry came from behind the door, strengthening Buddy's resolve. He gently knocked on the door with his fist. "Mrs. Harris?" he called. There was no answer. He knocked again. "Mrs. Harris?" he called, his voice louder.

Mahler heard the boy's voice but wasn't sure what Buddy wanted. She could sense his concern in his voice, which meant he must have heard her crying. She sobbed and pulled some tissues from the box on the bedside table to blow her nose.

"Mrs. Harris, are you alright?" Buddy called again, starting to worry.

Mahler took a deep breath; she had to answer him. He didn't seem to be leaving. "I...I'm fine, Buddy," she called out. "You see, I, well, you should go out and find a seat in the living room. I, I'll be right there, I'll be right out." Buddy was glad she answered him, and that she'd be right out. He went down the hallway to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Mahler blew her nose again, then got out of bed, about to leave, but then realized she was still wearing that barely-there bikini and turned back. "I don't know what to wear when I talk to Buddy," she thought. "It's already made me so sad!" She went to the bedroom closet, took off her swimsuit, and put on a long dress that reached the floor. "This seems better." Then she let her long hair fall over her shoulders, took another deep breath, and opened the bedroom door.

Buddy was somewhat surprised and disappointed when Mahler appeared in the living room in the dress. He certainly wished she would wear the bikini again. She walked to the sofa and sat down, deliberately keeping a distance from him, crossing her legs.

Mahler took a deep breath. "Buddy," she said, "I want to apologize to you, I need to apologize to you…" "Why?" the young man interrupted her.

"Because of what just happened," Mahler said.

The young man looked at her, confused. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"He's so naive!" Mahler thought. "Is he a virgin?" She took a deep breath, forcing her thoughts back to reality. "Buddy, I, I know you wanted to crush me," she paused, glancing into the young man's eyes, which she couldn't quite define, "and, and I took advantage of that," she continued, "I teased you, I know I shouldn't have done that." Buddy didn't know what to say. He was shocked to hear that Mahler knew he wanted to crush her, but he didn't mind being teased, not at all. "No, it's nothing," he said gently.

Mahler looked up. "No, Buddy, it's not nothing!" she said. "I, I've..." Another wave of guilt washed over her, and without warning, she burst into tears. Buddy was at a loss

when

Mahler cried again. He had seen many women cry before, but never one cried so almost frantically. "Maybe, maybe I should give her a hug!" he mused. He got up, moved to the sofa next to the weeping woman, sat beside her, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Mrs. Harris, it's, it's alright, you haven't bothered me," he said.

Mahler desperately needed comfort, and without thinking, she leaned towards Buddy, her face naturally resting on his neck. She felt his hands begin to encircle her and his gentle sigh in her ear. At that moment, she needed someone to care for her.

Buddy found himself trembling as he held his dream girl. She had never cried before, and he didn't know what was going to happen between them. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back with one hand and patting it gently with the other, trying to comfort her. He adjusted the position of his throbbing penis, not wanting Mrs. Harris to discover his little secret. She was still crying, and he felt his neck and t-shirt soaked with her tears. After a while

, Mahler's sobs subsided into sniffles, and she remained in his arms, her face still pressed against his neck. Finally, she leaned back, took a tissue from her robe pocket, wiped her tears, blew her nose, and put the tissue back in her pocket. She looked at Buddy. He looked at her with a bewilderment he had never felt before. She gently stroked his cheek and said, "Oh, Buddy, maybe you're my only true friend!" Then, the two, with almost identical dreams, didn't know who took the initiative, but they kissed. Buddy and Mahler had never experienced such a kiss in their lives; it was the most beautiful and long kiss they had ever known. Mahler gripped Buddy's nape so her tongue could penetrate his mouth more directly, and he responded eagerly. She couldn't remember who had last kissed her, only that this young neighbor was kissing her now, and her heart felt like it had been struck by lightning, as if an electric current was coursing through her body. In fact, she felt her vagina becoming wet and her nipples hardening. "Oh God, what's wrong with me?" she thought, "I... I shouldn't be doing this," but she continued to kiss the young man passionately.

Buddy wasn't much of a kisser and was somewhat dizzy in the face of Mahler's passion. This alternating kissing felt better than any other moment in his life. In his dreams, kissing her felt good, but not like this. Reality was more exciting than daydreams. He decided that as long as Mrs. Harris allowed it, he would enjoy his good fortune.

During breaks in their kissing, Mahler felt a little breathless and began to try to control the situation. Before she began, she felt the young man's lips and tongue caressing her cheeks and neck, and then she felt him remove her robe, his lips expertly kissing downwards, exposing the skin above her chest.

"I need to make him stop before he goes any further," she thought. She tried to say, "Buddy, please stop." But what she actually said was, "Oh, Buddy, Buddy, please, please! Oh!" Buddy didn't believe Mrs. Harris would let him do what he wanted. He continued kissing Mahler's shoulders and the smooth, soft skin of her chest. He managed to remove her robe. He wasn't sure, but he thought she would help him remove it. Then, he continued to explore her lovely body with his lips and tongue. He slid his hands down her back, to her bikini, and before she could stop him, he had begun to untie it, though he wasn't sure if he could. He felt a surge of ecstasy when he found the knot in her bikini, and as he untied it, he felt the bikini top come undone. He trembled.

He was about to see and feel Mrs. Harris's breasts!

Mahler was very surprised as she helped the young man remove his robe. It was as if someone else, not her, was controlling her body. "Oh, no!" she thought, and just then, the young man slid his hand down her back, groping for her swimsuit bra. "Oh, ah, ahhh!!" she cried out in a low, continuous moan as she felt her bra come undone. Her body felt like it was on fire. "I, I must, I must stop him!" she thought, but deep down she knew she couldn't and didn't want to stop him.

The young man pulled off the already small swimsuit bra and began to stare, his eyes wide, at Mahler's breasts. They were more magnificent than he had ever dreamed! They sagged only slightly, and to him, they were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Pink nipples adorned the beautiful orbs. "I have to suck them," he thought. He tilted his head and began to suckle.

As Buddy began to suckle her nipples, Mahler experienced a frenzied urge, and she felt as if she were about to faint. Why hadn't Tom ever cared so much about her breasts before? She couldn't cry out. Until she remembered that her husband had never made her feel this way, and her young neighbor had. He first suckled on her right breast, then her left, his lips and tongue so gentle yet firm. While his lips were on one breast, his hand caressed the other, neglected one. Marlene didn't know if Buddy had any prior sexual experience, but she was certain he was a master of lovemaking. He made her gasp and moan, almost oblivious to everything else.

In fact, Buddy had only touched that girl a few times on one date before, and had never touched or kissed a woman's bare breasts. He didn't know what to do or how to do it, so he could only act on his own instincts and be as gentle and attentive as possible to Mrs. Harris's reactions. Judging from the sounds she made, she gripped his head tightly, and her body swayed. He felt pleased that he was doing the right thing. Since he hadn't been told to stop, he kept going. He opened one hand and ran it down her flat stomach to the bottom of her bikini bottoms. He had never touched a woman's genitals before, but thankfully he had read a lot of adult magazines, so he wasn't surprised when his fingers touched something wet.

"Oh, ah! She's wet! She wants it!" he thought excitedly. He found it odd that the pubic hair his fingers touched was sparse; he guessed Mrs. Harris must have trimmed it neatly for her bikini bottoms. He continued to explore the wetness with his fingers, and when he discovered a small fleshy growth beneath the swelling of the flesh, he began to rub and press it gently. He heard Mrs. Harris moan and tremble all over. "That must be her clitoris, it's her clitoris!" he thought. He repeated the caressing, the reaction from his fingers giving him great pleasure.

Mahler didn't know how long he could endure this pleasure under Buddy's caresses and stimulation. He began to caress her vagina with his fingers, haphazardly touching her clitoris; each time his fingers brushed against her sensitive clitoris, she moaned and trembled. Her body was like a giant spring; the longer he caressed her, the tighter it became. The young man's caresses felt incredibly pleasurable, and she knew that soon the spring would release, and she would experience a powerful sensation that would make her faint. Suddenly, she felt as if something inside her body had snapped, and a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, "Buddy, ah! Buddy, oh, yes, oh!—oh!—oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!" Her body began to sway and then convulse, but the sensation of these convulsions was exquisite!

Buddy was still trying to caress Mahler's vagina with his fingers, but the spasms of her body completely stunned him. Her moans grew louder, her lower abdomen kept thrusting upwards, and her vaginal spasms squeezed his fingers tightly. She had gripped his arm tightly without him noticing, and with each spasm, her grip tightened. Looking at her face, he suddenly knew what he was seeing. "My God! I've never seen such a beautiful expression!" he thought. Then, realizing his companion was experiencing an orgasm, he felt a sudden surge of pride. "I brought her to it! I really brought Mrs. Harris to it!" he thought, and he began to tremble.

Mahler's orgasmic experience continued; she didn't want it to stop, but gradually, the orgasm began to subside. Exhausted, Mahler leaned against the sofa, straightening her previously curled legs, panting heavily.

She felt Buddy's hand slip from her vagina and gently slide down to her leg. She didn't know where he had learned such skillful sexual techniques, but so far, he had far exceeded her wildest expectations.

His fingers continued to caress her thigh, making her tremble again. One leg rested on the armrest of the sofa, leaving her vagina wide open to the young man's gaze. "Oh, God!" she thought, "If he likes this, he'll drive me crazy!" She moaned softly, but didn't try to get Buddy to stop; in fact, she didn't want him to stop at all! Her experience leaped to another level when she felt his fingers untie her swimsuit.

Buddy loosened Mrs. Harris's swimsuit, then pulled the small pieces of fabric to the floor, and then knelt down to pull off his own shorts, his penis already rock hard and sprang out. He moved closer, all the way to his beautiful neighbor's open thighs. He knew he was facing a problem. He wanted to have sex with Mrs. Harris, but he didn't know how to do it correctly. He knew his penis wanted to enter her vagina, but he had no experience with this.

Mahler lay there with her eyes closed, and when Buddy stopped caressing her, she could almost smell the sexual scent of Buddy arousing her. She felt Buddy pacing back and forth in front of the sofa, opened her eyes, and realized he had taken off his shorts, his erect penis making her hot and compelled to stare. Her heart began to pound as he hastily parted her legs. He was about to come on top, about to thrust his swollen penis inside her! But he stopped just when she was about to climax. She looked at the young man's face; he seemed to be having a problem. Soon, she knew what was wrong. "Come on top of me, Buddy," she whispered gently, "come on top of me, kiss me." The young man did so, and she moved her body, grasping his swollen penis in her hand, and then guided it into her open vagina. She felt its head teasing her, and then he lowered his body, and when his penis entered her vagina without hesitation, she gasped. God, it felt so good!

As Buddy's penis entered Mrs. Harris's warm, moist opening, he had a strange feeling. He had read many books about sex and knew it felt amazing, but he wasn't ready to experience burying his penis completely in the open vagina of his favorite woman. Her vagina gripped his penis, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening, and he felt so excited, so wet, and so incredibly warm. He could hardly believe it, but a wondrous pleasure swept through his entire body; he felt as if his penis were immersed in flowing water. He began to move his body in the most ancient piston-like motion, discovering the astonishing beauty of the sensation. He wanted to slow down, to make his first sexual experience last as long as possible, but his body seemed to disobey him, instead becoming faster and more powerful.

Mahler was prepared for a short first sexual encounter with this young man, assuming he was inexperienced. But she was astonished when he actually began. He didn't finish quickly; his lower body continued to pound into her, his astonishing penis caressing her vagina relentlessly. His rapid, powerful thrusts sent her pleasure spiraling upwards again and again. "Oh God, why didn't I do it with him sooner?" the sexually frustrated woman wondered as the young man's body pounded against her, his penis thrusting deep into her vagina. "He's incredible!" "Oh, yes… Buddy! Oh, God, yes, Buddy! Oh, yes, oh! Yes, Buddy!" she murmured, as he continued. He was nearing his limit. "Oh! God, fuck me, Buddy! Fuck me! Please! Give it to me! Give it to me!" she screamed.

Her body convulsed again, as if it had been pierced. "Oh! Oh! Buddy! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Buddy felt Mrs. Harris's body tremble again, then a bright light rose from the back of his head, that sharp, wonderful sensation piercing him like a bullet. He felt a tightness followed by a release within him, his hot semen gushing out and shooting entirely into Mrs. Harris's body. "Oh!" he groaned, pressing his lower body tightly against hers, feeling her body sway beneath him.

Exhausted, the two lay on the sofa, their heads resting on each other's arms. The young man found it hard to believe that he had actually made love with Mrs. Harris, but the evidence was there—her beautiful naked body, resting on his arm, smiling at him.

"Buddy, where did you learn to make love like this?" Mahler asked gently, caressing his face with her hand. In her eyes, this young man's skills and abilities in lovemaking far surpassed her husband's.

Buddy's face flushed red. "I, um, ... I, I don't know," he replied, "You seemed to enjoy it when we were doing it just now, I, ... did I do it well?" Mahler kissed him. "Of course you did very well," she replied, "No one has ever done it as well as you!

Did you feel good?"

Buddy nodded with a smile, "I, ... I've never done it before, um, never made love before, ... it felt, it felt really good!" Mahler almost fainted when she realized the young man's implied meaning. "Buddy," she said, "you mean this is your first time having sex?" The young man's face turned even redder, and he nodded. "Ah, ... ah, yes, it's my first time," he answered shyly.

"My God!" Mahler gasped, "Buddy, if you did this well the first time..." She paused, her body trembling, "you would be a very dangerous man." She chuckled, "Perhaps a very wonderful danger," she added.

"Oh," the young man responded, his face still flushed.

"Buddy, let me up!" Mahler said, "I need to use the bathroom." She removed his arm, stood up, and looked at Buddy on the sofa; his eyes still held a hint of greed. "Shouldn't you be going home?" she asked.

"Ah, my parents went to my aunt's for the weekend," Buddy told her, "They'll be back on Sunday night, so..." "Then why don't you wait for me in the bedroom?" Mahler suggested.

"Oh my goodness, I'll take advantage of this opportunity." She thought as she walked through the hallway, "Spending the whole weekend with him, I might not leave the house at all." She went into the bathroom with a cheerful laugh.

[The End]

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