47. “Teaching boggy.”Another Penny and

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47. “Teaching boggy.”Another Penny and47. “Teaching boggy.”Another Penny and Ricky [SEE 45-46 FIRST,]Anyway it came a weekend and on the Saturday unusually Ricky had a friend coming to learn to set snares, a weedy tubby youth who he had defended at school on a number of occasions, they having become firm friends. The lad went by the name of Boggy! Not a name to fetch in the girls that one, but his father having had a sense of humour and having heard the Johnny Cash record a `boy named Sue’ thought it may have helped to name him William Charles How wrong can a father be, and not a huge problem on its own though those initials were bad enough but with a surname of Flush, it had not helped the lad much in life so far! Anyway Ricky met the mid morning bus and together he and Boggy returned to the bungalow where he introduced Boggy to his mother, Penny never having met the lad before asked his real name and was told William, Charles Flush and satisfied with that gave the boys tea, and cakes which vanished in short order, as only lads can. She asked which bus he was going home on and was told the 5 o`clock it being the last one, so she told them to be back by 3.30 to have something to eat in good time before the bus.They set off into the woodland, snare wires and air rifle in hand and like all lads, soon lost track of time, their minds centred on the rabbits, which they soon had a number, dispatched by Ricky quickly and as humanely as possible as he had been taught by the gamekeeper whom he did an odd days beating here and there for. By 4 o`clock they were a good distance round the woodlands, and the pole over Ricky`s shoulder had four brace of the unsuspecting rabbits over his shoulder when they heard the distant church clock strike four times, they exchanged startled glances and began to run towards home, boggy puffing along beside his friend doing all he could to catch up. They did well, taking the shortest cuts but it took fourty long minutes to get even in sight of the cottage, but seeing the bus passing the distant road end as they arrived at the cottage gate did little for their peace of mind.Penny worried had stood watching them as they had run down the hill beside the woods, naturally they were apologetic, and she scolding, though she could see in the face of young Boggy that he was terrified of his father`s wrath.She asked the lad if he had his parent`s number, They possessing a mobile phone but drew a blank the boys dad not being on the phone, however he did have his aunt Sadie’s number in the next street and a message that he would be staying the night was passed via her and her snotty nosed son on his bike.The lads cleaned the rabbits, till Penny called them for tea, Boggy by now feeling a bit better, his worries about his strict dad on hold till he would get home.After the meal the three sat watching the TV together in front of a log fire, Penny dressed in a loose dressing gown and a thin nightgown, curled in the old armchair. She became aware of the young lads eyes, glancing at her nipple`s peeping through the thin material, both the nipple`s and the boy trying desperately not to be noticed.A smile flitted across her face, as she fained concentrating on the program moving her body to casually shrug the outer gown from her shoulder, she knew it was wrong but she couldn’t resist a little tease.Master Jack having presented her with a Phone for emergencies and so that he could arrange to visit her, He never called her at the weekend thus when it rang it being so unusual it startled them all, she rose, the robe falling from her shoulders as she reached for the noisy Phone from the sideboard, she answered the call, conscious now of the four eyes raking over her thinly clad body. Giving the number, she looked relived as the voice on the other end announced itself as “Mr Flush, the father of William,”, and that he had “had a vaigue message that the William Charles was stopping out for the night.”Stopping! The lad had missed the last bus, and that she and her son were happy to put the lad up for the night, Boggy`s dad and Penny spoke for a few moments as he asked her if she would ensure the lad “came home tomorrow” and thanked her before she passed the phone over and the lad was told to behave etc, to which the lad promised to so do before Flush senior, not being much for conversation, put down the receiver.The phone went back onto the sideboard, as the lad thanked her profusely for the white lie about the clock which she waved away before all smiles turning to the lad and asking if his name really was ‘W. C. Flush,’ he stuttered red-facedly that it was, and she exclaimed that “that was a lousy trick to have named you like that!” The lad seemed mortified, to have been reminded yalova escort of his awful name and his face crumpled as he nodded and in a fit of compassion she threw her arms round him and pulled him to her, forgetting how she was dressed, and the thinness of the covering to her body.The lad, his own mother having passed away, some years ago suddenly found he was face first between a pair of breasts the like of which he had never been so close to. She released him, and there was a moment of shocked silence, as she realised he was erect! She waved him to sit back down, and asked how old he was? He haltingly answered that he was the same as his best mate Ricky and in the same class, he mumbled an apology and she gently said “it was all ok, had he never held a woman before.” He answered “not since mother”She asked about his mother, coaxing gently the story of her terrible cancer. In tears now and his breathing in sobs as he spoke of the problems and the way he had, had to look after her for two long years, his dad unable to face up to the situation and always working, then the funeral and his lonely life this last two years. His name had caused further problems at school and he told of how Ricky had looked after him. She was proud of her son, who had sat silently through the whole story and sorry for the lad, whose life had been so hard.She reached out and drew him to her, her eyes moistening, as she cuddled the lad to her, that he would not see her tears. So once more he found himself twix these lovely orbs, more aware now of her shape than ever and sporting a stiffy to be proud of.She could see Ricky over his shoulder, her son shrugged winking at his mother and then said he was going out to see to the dog, wandering off into the kitchen, in which he hesitated long enough to collect a chocolate bar from the fridge then went through to his room.Penny knowing the dog was already fed and realising he was giving her and his friend space, felt even more proud of her tactful son. She sat the lad down with her on the elderly sofa, an alarming bell tent rearing itself in his trousers, as he ogled at her breasts now the nearest only a foot from his nose and easy to see, His eyes like organ stops. She asked him some gently probing questions about his life and his knowledge of sexual things realising his errection was due to his inexperience with the female form. His face reddening as he answered as truthfully as he could.She gathered that like all boys he was keen to find out as much as he could, his dad was slow coming forward in the birds and bees department and the lad had no one else to turn to, the school not teaching anything in that area and there only option being to ask Aunt Sadie and she being a formidable woman he was just too shy to even broach the subject.“Why not ask your best mate then?” she asked, to which he answered that “he probably didn’t know any more than I did!” She smiled at that knowing her son had never revealed their secret even to his closest friend, again she felt proud.Penny was sorry to hear of the lad`s woes and worries, so she asked if he could keep a secret? His answer touched
her as he said that “he had learnt too over the years and that he would do so to the grave if she asked him!” the inflections in his voice plucking at her heart strings. She explained that all lads needed at least some sexual knowledge, it was natural, that she was willing to help him if and only if she could be sure that he would say nothing to anyone other than perhaps his best mate her son Ricky.Boggy promised to keep their secret forever, in the most sincere voice; she felt sure he was genuine, so she told him she would be back in a moment.She stood and went along to Rick`s room knocked and asked if boggy was loose lipped, he assured her he was the man to keep a secret so she told the lad she was proud of him, loved him and not to disturb them again tonight, as boggy was going to share her bed. She took his hand and he kissed her deep and long, saying that “boggy did need some help” and then thanking her for doing this for his best friend. She returned to the lad, silently took his hand and led the boy to her bedroom knowing he would perhaps emerge a more of a man than he could ever imagine.She turned to ‘Boggy’ the now stiff virgin, his jaw dropping as she faced him then placed his hands on her breasts, instinctively he began to tenderly slide his palms over the stiffening nipples, his tongue licked his lips with concentration and she stood patiently as his fingers traced the outline of her areola through the silky gown. She told him “he could undress…” and with the speed of light the lad began shedding clothes like needles from a christmas tree in a warm room. escort yalova Puppy fat and a pasty skin were soon on display when she quietly said “that if he had let her finish, she had meant him to undress her!”The jaw dropped further, the face reddened still more, and he stuttered “undress you?” She smiled and said he wanted to learn about women didn’t he, so he was going to learn little from the outside of a package. She placed his hands on her hemline, and then raised her arms above her head and bent her knees for him, the shorter of the two of them, to slide the gown up and off. He obliged, slithering the thin materiel upwards and ogling at her body as it was revealed. The thing floated away as he released his grip on the light gown. She stood smiling at him, his now rampant prick standing proudly from his groin, his eyes roaming over her shapely curves with a piercing gaze that bored into her skin.Arms at her sides she slowly turned a full 360 degrees, so he could see the whole body. She had forgotten the recent stripes across her butt, still red and bruised only remembering as he drew in his breath at the sight, she knew she would need to explain that to him later. She led him to her bed made him kneel at the side, then lay before him like a sacrifice, flat on her back, she told him to explore her, he could touch anywhere he wished, ask whatever he wanted, and not be afraid or shy. He began on her breasts, familiar territory perhaps, his touch like a butterfly, sending shudders through her whole body as the found her nipples. the breasts flat now like jellies, the erect nipples like cherries on two Belgium bun`s.He instinctively bent and kissed first one and then the other, it had the effect of an electric shock to her tingling body. His hands slid south over her belly, her mons and down the triangle of neat hair, her legs opened, to his amazement he was confronted with lips that he had only seen in a magazine behind the cycle shed. This one real, soft, wet, smelling of woman, a smell he knew he would always remember, his to feel, his to sniff, his to play with, lick, taste and love. She lay quivering, as he asked if he could “feel inside her body?” silently she nodded, his finger slid over the slick and slippery lips, opening the butterfly of her sex, allowing him to see the hood and the clitorise, his tongue tenderly touched the button that ignited her climax, she began to groan, her breathing now deeper as he slid his finger into her. Amazed that this was happening and totally overawed, his as yet untouched prick began to spew cum forth onto her bedspread, and her hip. He began to apologise, but her finger stifled his lips in a single move saying it “was a huge compliment” and “next time would be better for them both.” She let her arm drop to his penis, a grip round the soft member that left him in no doubt that he was forgiven and soon had him stiff again recovering as only a lad can.He again began to finger her clit, gently playing with the little button as if it was the only thing worth playing with in the world, she remarked that “he seemed to know what was what,” and he replied he had “seen it in a book!” She took his finger, and placed it on each part of her sex, as she did so she told him the name of each part and the effect it usually had on her. It was now he asked about the stripes on her arse, and she answered honestly, that her lover put them there, as it turned him on, she pointed out the faint scars above each nipple and explained that her lover was a sadist and that he had nailed her breasts to a wooden plank just for his enjoyment as well. The lad was fascinated by that asking “why she had allowed that” and questioning “did she enjoy it too?” That stopped her for a moment; she thought about the whole question then slowly answered “truthfully in the case of the nailing, I hated the thought that he was going to do it to me, the anticipation was terrible, but exciting and the act so clinical, me having to submit each breast one at a time to his will, but it was a truly submissive act, and it proved to him I would do anything for him especially the second nail, the first being so dammed painful!” she smiled wistfully, then added that “the cane was just for fun, a punishment for a small thing I had not done!”, and went on that, that she had enjoyed. He didn’t understand the cane part, he said, telling of the day he got the cane at school, and the pain it had caused. She chuckled hugged him and said that “the pain was the same but the reason for doing it and the sex after had been the reason for enjoying it, the giving of your-self, the submitting and the passionate link, one day it may become clearer to you!”He said “he had never wanted to hurt yalova escort bayan anyone in this world so far, he had no desire to hurt her especially in anyway and did not as yet understand the need.” “One day you will understand, it1s not easy to explain she commented,”the giving of your body to someone, the release of submitting, the sheer joy of communication, it`s the adrenaline of power, it`s emotion and a very complex subject!”His hand again ran over her body, and he kissed her, passionately, overjoyed at the frankness and that she was allowing him to explore in such an intimate way. She added “in some smaller way my allowing you to just run your hands over my body is a mild form of submission, I am submitting my body to your every whim and that is milder but the same in a lot of ways. That he understood little of all that mattered not and he kissed her yet again. “Do you think you are ready to lose your virginity now?” she enquired, His eyes lit up, she was offering more, she had answered his questions as no one had ever done before, and now she was offering him the thing he had only ever dreamed of, the chance to lose his cherry. Humbled he said humbly that “he would be pleased to try, if she could stand his lack of skill.”She chuckled at that saying”she was touched that he had thought of her feelings“as she guided him onto the bed and between her legs, taking his now rigid tool in her hand she guided it to her sex, allowing him to lay on her cool skin, his lips nuzzling her neck, and his hot tool soon buried deep into her body. He lay with her for just a very short while, savouring the excitement of the moment, knowing it was a once in a lifetime unrepeatable time. Instinct took over and he began to move his hips creating for them both, unbelievable feelings of togetherness and lust as mechanically he began to grind his prick on
her clit, she began to groan “that`s it, yesss,” and “oh” The pace quickened, her arms enfolding the lad in a grasp that told of her own enjoyment, her fingers digging into his back, her breath sharpening as her auto pilot took over from her simple desire to teach and her desire to give the lad a good first time. Together now their bodies rising to the moment, climax imminent together their bodies crashing together in a tremendous thrusting high, the release when it arrived like all his birthdays in one, his seed filling her hot and pulsing as they collapsed together onto the now sweaty bedding.Long moments passed, she expecting his tool to wilt, which it did not, the virility of youth regenerating his energy almost as quickly as it had passed away. Slower this time he began again to grind his sex into her, savouring the joy of real sex, his first rush of wild abandon over, he could take his time, enjoy every thrust, and savour every tiny second of the experience. Her second climax if anything more massive than the first, a wave overtaking her senses and rendering her near comatose as he continued his wild ride, thrusting at her oblivious of her limp state, his persistent movement, like some mad machine with no off switch, she became aware of yet another climax building, as he banged away. Suddenly, again the dam broke, washing them up the beach of climax like so much seaweed. Leaving them both limp and collapsed, like flotsam on the tide-line, entwined and exhausted sleep quickly overtaking them both.It was full light when he awoke, he began to slide his hand over her smooth cool skin, not able to believe he had had the chance to enjoy this, to him perfect, older woman, his finger finding her sex, cooler now, still wet, crusty cum dry on her inner thighs, his cum, he shook his head in wonder, she moaned, disturbed now she eased open her eyes to slits, smiling at him but distant still, she enfolded him in her arms and held him, turning towards him for their mutual warmth, his warm young body contrasting against the morning chill, her touch prompting his tool into rigidity yet again. He slid into her, the most natural coupling in the world: she rolled up onto him, pushing him onto his back, taking the lead this time riding him in a smooth, deep and aggressive way that soon became even more urgent, more rapid, harsher, her pelvic bone grinding at his in a most savage way. Neither noticed as the overriding need to climax took them both towards another huge and ecstatic sexual high. Together they achieved their aim as wave after wave of sensuous feelings washed over them both and they had a fantastic peak of the highest climax he had experienced.It had been some months for her too and she marvelled at his prowess, for a virgin boy to have sent her into the realms of ecstasy like he had.The smell of bacon frying as Ricky fed up of waiting, was cooking their breakfast, brought them down with a bump, reality, hunger, the need to pee, each emotion taking its place in their minds, they kissed one last time and he thanked her, saying “She was the best ever!”The real world beckoned.

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