My first landlady when I went to college

In college I rented a garage apartment from a divorced lady. She would invite me to eat dinner when she made a roast or a casserole. The home cooked meals were welcome and I enjoyed eating with her. We got to know each other and one day she leaned over and I saw down her blouse. She had big white ** and pink **. She said something like 'Oh my, you weren't supposed to see that'.

She kept the conversation going, explaining to me that girls with large ** had way too many accidents, there was just no way to keep them all covered up all the time. She sometimes envied girls who had no **, but then again it seemed that men liked big **. What about me, 'was a breast guy or a leg guy?'

It embarrassed me and when she got up to serve me some more casserole she bent over me with her ** against the back of my head. She told me I was a good boy and she liked to see me eat. She told me that she had been married once, but her husband had run off with some Chinese girl and she filed for divorce several years later and since there was no answer the judge ruled in her favor. She never could see what a man wants with a Chinese girl, so small and frankly no ** or ** to speak of. A man should want something to grab on, a healthy Midwestern girl like herself. "Didn't I agree?'

To tell the truth at that time I really didn't know if she was forty or fifty, but she wasn't twenty. She served desert and brought up the topic of masturbation. Did I have to **, or did I have a girlfriend. I said no, I didn't have a girlfriend. Well, oh my, did I have a boyfriend? She hoped not, that was a sin. So how did I take care of my problem? I could tell her, like she said she had been married and knew all about a man's passion, and what happened when his passion was backed up. That's why a man needed relief, didn't I agree?

I was beyond words, other than yes, or no, or I thought so. She stood up, the table with the dirty dishes, and we walked back to her room and she showed me a picture in a frame. She said it was her when she finished high school. She was a 'hotty', all the boys were after her, she had a bust, and like she said boys like big **, flat chested girls couldn't compete. Maybe that was her downfall, being too nice to the boys and letting them get their hands on her **.

Right then I was so nervous I couldn't stand straight, she asked me if I needed to pee, or was it that I just needed relief? And she grabbed me by the belt buckle and sat down on the bed and told me to hold still and she got my pants down and put my ** in her mouth and told me that it tasted just like a man, boys tasted different. She held my erect ** in her hand and admired it, now that was a '**', a boy like me could make the girls happy with that **.

'Do want to see some **, I mean real **, woman **?; and she took off her shirt and bra and her ** hung out, big ** with pink **. She told me I could touch them, but to be a man about it, give her ** a good work out. I was sweating inside, she lay back on the bed and opened her legs and told me to get on top of her and do my thing, She worked her ** off from under the skirt and she had this dark black matted scary thing. Nothing like any of the pictures I had seen in ** or Penthouse.

My '**' slipped in with the help of her hand and she encouraged me to be a man about it and ** like crazy, make her happy, show her why God had blessed me with a ** and not a **. Whatever I had thought it was going to feel like I was wrong, it was warm and soft and wet and my '**' slipped around as it went in and out and she kept saying 'oh my', and when I came and slowed down she put her arms around me and held me in her 'bosom'.

I wasn't a virgin any more. She held me on top of her for a while, and decided that I should feel what a woman was like and she helped me out of my shirt, and had me kick off my shoes and work my pants off until I was completely naked. She got naked too, she really wasn't some big woman, but her ** were big and she was Midwestern, with a very dark black bush. She told me that once I was up to it, she was going to show me what a ** really looked like, every boy needed to see a real **, and get a his mouth in her and see what a ** really tasted like.

It was late when she finally let me go home. She made sure I had tasted her ** while she sucked my '**' and she let me ** her one more time before going home. She reminded me, now that we were close I didn't need to knock anymore, I could just come in, she was happy to see me.