A young and pretty widow, Miz Wilson owned and operated the local grocery store and gas pump in the section of town where I lived. She had the fruit of her marriage in four knock-out daughters. I was an eager boy of 15, in love with each one.
The youngest was 14, with a lot of noticeable assets, and was the hopeful target of every young male in a square mile from that store. She and I knew what we wanted from the other, so I did her work and mine, as a part-time employee. The store closed at six o'clock every evening, and our job was to sweep up and straighten the stock on shelves. Afterward, I would sweep her off her feet, while she did her part to straighten me up as we lay on a big sack of cow feed behind the locked door of the storage room.
When I turned 16, the oldest Wilson girl was only 20. She had recently married a man who traveled a lot. I figured that she was getting a lot of loving when he was home, so I wanted to be there when she needed it during his longer trips. It happened only once; when she got real mad at him for going off with some other men to fish over the Fourth of July holiday. Miz Wilson had invited me to the family picnic down at the old mill pond, so I showed up after they had eaten, and while they were leaving, I helped the sexy married lady to clean up and put food away. When she realized that we two were alone, she asked if I would like to sit with her in the car, and seeing her get into the back seat, I knew it would be my lucky day. She and I didn't lose any time celebrating the Fourth, and after our passionate holiday blasts, we were prone to rest a bit. In a few minutes I stirred things for a second time with a willing woman, mad at her husband, to set off more new fireworks between us!
The second oldest Wilson girl, only 18, worked in the city and until then, I didn't know her much at all. We were in the store and as she passed me, she stopped and looked at me up and down, and smiling, she asked if Bitsy, her youngest sister and I were still getting it on. When I said that I didn't know what she meant, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the storage room. at the back of the store. It wasn't the first time for either of us. When I told her I had no protection, she whispered that she had calculated the days in the way her married sister told her, so we didn't have anything to worry about. Over several weeks, her calculations brought us together in a number of places and positions, once in her bedroom when everyone was away on a Sunday afternoon. It was then that she introduced me to ways of making love when calculations were not sure.
At 17, I lucked out with the next to the youngest Wilson cuties, a student at our high school. She was wearing a sweater with the large initial of the school, and her breasts pushed it so far out I didn't see anything else. Her 16-year beauty grabbed my passion like nothing I had known, and I boldly asked her if she had a boy friend. She replied that she liked one boy at a time,which told me that I was the next one. She asked me if I could get my Daddy's car for a date, and when I said, Yes, she agreed to meet me at my driveway. We never made it to the drive-in, but parking by the golf course lake, way in the back provided us with an anything goes, back seat game done so deeply with great team spirit that we would have earned sports letters from Harvard.
In the Spring, I turned 18 and looked to graduate from high sdhool a couple of months later. I was already shaving and felt that I was a man at last. But, I wasn't old enough to realize that others thought of me as a a fully gorwn man. My perfect score with the four Wilson girls was in the record book, but waiting for me was one other conquest, or submission, as it turned out. At the time I was a grown-up 18. The early evening phone call was from Miz Wilson She was in trouble, and all of her girls and the son-in-law were gone. She had pulled a muscle in her leg when getting out of the bath tub, and lying on the floor next to her bed. She had dragged herself there, but couldn't get up. When I found her, she was naked with only a towel over her middle, and I began salivating, looking close-up at the two biggest breasts ever. I gripped her around the waist to lift her up and onto the bed. Letting go of her, I saw her lying there ready for a man with needs. She didn't have a stitch of clothes on and was moving her hips back and forth slowly and lifting up her butt to let it sink down at the same time. Her nipples reached out to me as I stood looking down and shaking all over. She began smiling and asked if I liked her 38 year old boobs, pulling me to her to kiss one. I heard her purring like a kitten while I devoured two luscious breasts and moved on. Along the way neither of us had problems with leg muscles, and after long minutes of deep stirring, we accomplish the unimaginable, and we lay into each other until she aroused me for a second thrashing out-of-mind performance. After her goodnite kiss, I walked home hardly believing that I had made love with all four princesses at Miz Wilson's store, and now, with the queen, herself, on her royal bed of twisting muscles.
You were a really naughty young man, lol, but brought back a lot of my own teen year memories, come to think of it I was pretty naughty myself back then .
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