Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 19:35:18 -0800 (PST)
From: sansibar h <sansibarh@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Andersons

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts and may
offend some readers. If you are underage or offended by
sexual stories with minors, do not read further.
This is a true story that happened a few years ago now. I
often think back to it and it has always brought me fond
memories.

When I was fourteen year old I lived in a constantly
heightened state of sexual frustration. There were days when
I could think of nothing but sex. Everywhere I seemed to
look at school or in the shops there were beautiful women.
The worst was seeing women with large pillowy breasts. I
could suffocate to death just thinking about what a real
breast felt like, soft and warm with a hard button made for
sucking. Needless to say, I carried a notebook with me
wherever I went so as to hide the erections that kept
bulging my pants out to an embarrassing extent. None of this
sexual energy did me any good though. I was always horny but
had never had sex. Sure I had seen a lot of sex on tv or on
video, but all of that was wanking material rather than the
actual act. A little game I played that made sex a little
more real to me was I liked to imagine the last person I saw
before going home as a sexual partner, regardless whether
they are female or male.

I had a paper route that got me out of the house a lot but I
hardly ever met anyone, as it was so early in the morning.
The only time I ever saw the people I delivered the papers
to was on Friday, the day I collected the money for the
week. I liked mostly to do this early in the morning or late
at night, as those were the times when I could catch the
people unprepared, maybe in a nightgown or pair of boxers.
At about 9 pm on one of these Friday nights I was just
finishing up my collections when I came to the big, brown
house where the Andersons lived. Ms. Anderson, who normally
answered the door, was a real looker and always nice to me.
She had long, brown hair past her shoulders, a soft size 14
body, and warm, pale green eyes. But on this occasion it was
Mr. Anderson who answered. He seemed surprised to see me
there at such a late hour, but after I had explained what I
was doing, he was friendly enough. Mr. Anderson, or Pete as
I came to know him, was what you would call a good sort.
Nothing about him really stood out to catch your attention,
but he was an amiable man with a reasonable body and manner.

Pete invited me into the hallway while he went to get
some money for me. While he was gone I was standing in the
hall and just looking around at things on the walls and into
the rooms. In the living room the TV was on but there was no
picture, as if the vcr had been playing and then turned off.
Pete came back down the stairs with some money for me and we
exchanged a few light-hearted words. He asked me a lot of
questions about school and sports and delivering papers. I
wanted to get out there and finish my collections but the
way he asked question after question it seemed like he
wanted me to stay there. Finally he asked me about
girlfriends, which I lightheartedly answered that I had had
a few, but no one special at the moment. With every question
he got more and more detailed. Had I ever had sex? Had I
ever gone down on a woman? Had I ever felt a breast? I was
beginning to feel a bit uneasy with all these questions so
said to Pete, 'I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can deal with all
these questions. It makes me uncomfortable.'


At that he apologized and offered me a drink to make me less
ill at ease. In the living I sat on the couch while Pete was
in the kitchen. He came back shortly with two beers in his
hands. We both knew I wasn't old enough to drink, but as
long as he was offering, I wasn't going to say no. After a
silence he asked me if I had met his wife and what I thought
of her. The answer rang in my head that she hot, but I
wasn't going to say that out loud. I told him that she was
always nice to me and that she was very pretty. He smiled at
the understatement of that. He then asked, 'what best do you
like about her?' which I feebly replied,
     'Her smile'.
     He smiled at that with a sort of knowing look and told
me that the thing he liked most was her breasts. I was
totally taken aback by this and just nodded an assent. She
really did have great breasts.
     After a bit more silence, Pete said that he had been
watching a video before I got there. He asked if I'd like to
see a bit,
    'I'm sure you will find it very interesting', he said
cryptically.


He grabbed the remote and pushed play before I had a
chance to answer. I had my suspicions that this would be a
sexy video, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw then. There
were Mr. and Ms. Anderson in their bedroom with very few
clothes on. She was standing next to the bed dressed in only
a bra. Pete was kneeling on the floor in front of her with
his mouth pressed up between her legs. She was gyrating
around a bit and controlling his movements with her hands on
the back of his head. I was stunned at what I was seeing. I
mean, sure, I had seen many of these kinds of videos since
hitting puberty; but this was different because I knew who
they were, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson! The Mrs. Anderson that I
collected money from for the papers. The Mrs. Anderson that
I spent many a Friday night dreaming about.amongst other
things.


The video had sucked me in and I had no cognizance of time
or anything else around me. I just stared at the screen. I
had always known that Mrs. Anderson was a sexy woman, but
now, seeing her without clothes and demanding her husband to
do things to her was so much more.


After an unknown time, maybe half an hour, maybe more, I was
brought out of my reverie by a voice in the room. The voice
was at first indistinct to me, but soon I realized where I
was. Pete was asking, 'So, what do you think?', and sort of
laughing at me because he knew the effect his home video was
having on me.

     'This is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!' was
all the response I could come out with.


The movie ended somewhat abruptly, as home videos usually
do. Pete could see my disappointment, maybe he was even
counting on it. He offered me another beer. The drinks
sorted out, Pete then went to the cabinet and got out
another tape. He said,

     'If you liked that one, he is one that you are really
going to enjoy.'

I was thrilled with the idea of another show, but I was
playing casual so as Pete wouldn't think I was some kind of
deviate. I just nodded to him. He put the tape in and went
back to his seat on the couch. The video looked like some
sort of holiday the Andersons had had. There were beaches,
palm trees, big hotels, and lots of people wandering around
in flowered vacation shirts. A lot of the start was Mrs.
Anderson walking around in her bikini or bikini top and
jeans and being playful with her husband behind the camera.
The film cut to just her sitting in a lounge chair in a more
secluded spot. There were still people around, but not near
as many as the early beach and street scenes. She and Pete
were talking casually. He had a teasing tone in his voice
and was asking her to, 'show him something sexy.' Mrs.
Anderson giggled a bit at this. Then she sat up, looked
around, and lifted up the bikini top a bit to show her
gorgeous breasts. You could hear Pete behind the camera
going, 'Yeah, yeah'. She readjusted her top again, looked
around once more, and this time pulled the panel of her
bathing suit across to show her sexy hairy pussy. With her
other hand, she slid a finger across the opening and began
playing.

At this point I was so turned on. Not only because there was
this real woman there on the film playing with herself, but
more so because it was Mrs. Anderson. My face was flushed,
my heart pounding, and I had a raging hard on pressing
against the fly of my jeans. I thought suddenly about my
situation. I would die of embarrassment if Pete saw my pants
bulging. He would know I had a hard on. I sat more upright
so as to hide it a bit and looked over to the couch. Pete
was there but I didn't expect to see him as I did. He was
leaning way back. He had a huge bulge in his pants too, only
he wasn't trying to hide it. Rather, he was rubbing it
through his pants. I turned away quickly, but he knew I had
seen what he was doing. He wasn't embarrassed at all. He
kept rubbing himself.

After a little bit more of the video, Pete asked, 'Do you
like what you see?', and, 'Does get you horny?'. He said
that watching his wife always got him so worked up. I didn't
know how to answer his questions. I was excited and nervous
at the same time. All I could say was,

     'Mrs. Anderson is one of the most beautiful women I
have ever seen.'

That seemed to make him happy. He got up to go and get
another beer. He offered me one, but I hadn't touched my
second one, as my head was spinning already. When he sat
back down he opened the fly of his pants and placed his hand
over it. I knew he had his dick out, but I couldn't see it
as he was covering it up. The video played on and I watched
intently as the Andersons fucking in their hotel room. In
the corner of my eye, I could see Pete stroking his penis.
The idea of him playing with himself as we watched was very
sexy to me, maybe just as sexy as the what I was seeing on
the tv. More and more I was watching him instead of the
video, but I didn't want him to know that so I kept my head
facing forward. This was silly really because he knew what I
was doing. He made more and more of a show as the video went
on. Finally he said,

     'This is too much for me. Do you want to take yours out
too?'

     I said, 'No.' I was too shy for all this, all at one
time.'

He said that that was okay, 'Does it bother you if I keep on
stroking?' I just shook my head, not letting on how sexy I
thought it was. He then asked, 'Do you want to touch it?' I
looked over at him. He was lying way back and pushing his
hips up a bit to really make a show of it now. I really did
want to touch him but I said 'No thanks.'

Pete sat up now and looked intently at me. His eyes followed
down my body to the obvious bulge in the front of my pants.
He then said, 'I could help you out with that, you know?' I
started to make a gesture showing that I wasn't interested,
but before I had finished he was already coming over to me
and kneeling down. He slid his hands up my pants legs and
then over the crotch. He undid the button and began
unzipping them. This was a bit of a struggle for him given
the way I was sitting, but I wasn't exactly cooperative. I
just sat there amazed and stunned at what was happening.
Finally he got my penis out from under the two layers of
clothes and took it in both his hands. This was a bit
unnecessary given the fact that it hadn't fully developed
due to my age. It was rock hard though; it had been for the
past 45 minutes.

The feelings I was experiencing with this were
indescribable, better than it had ever felt when I held it
and stroked it myself. Pete was playing with it in an almost
reverential way. He was staring at it as he rubbed. Without
looking up at all he asked,

     'Are you ok? Is this ok?'

      I didn't answer. I just leant back a bit more so as to
make it easier for him. My whole body was soaring now. There
was a rush of blood in my head and my pulse was racing.
After a bit of stroking Pete leaned forward into me and
guided my cock into his mouth. Without any warning, I
erupted into his mouth at the first touch of his tongue,
which was as much of a surprise to me as it was to him. At
this he held the shaft of my penis more firmly and clamped
his mouth over the tip. He swallowed all that spurted out,
and liked it all over when I was done. At he finish he sat
back and asked if I was ok. Maybe I concerned him a bit
because I hadn't said anything at all. I just sat. I was
wasted, but felt great.


After I came the sexual excitement that had been building
inside me had been spent. I felt ashamed and confused about
my sexually. All I wanted to do was to get out of there as
fast as I could even though this man had just given me one
of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. I didn't
even say thank you when I left. I avoided the Anderson's
house, when collecting money for the papers, for a few
weeks, but when I did finally muster the courage to go there
again, Pete and I talked about what had happened and he
convinced me that it was all good. I had other experiences
there and always think back on that time fondly.


This is my first contribution. I would like to hear from
anyone willing to give comments or criticisms or to just
know that someone out there has read it. sansibarh@yahoo.com