Chapter 1

This is a story of an eighteen-year-old young man. He’s incredibly well endowed. He has been dealing in Antiques since he was twelve.

His Grandfather financed him in his early years. His Grandfather died three years ago.

Barry, the young man, had been working at the local auction house for the past 4 years. Peter and Sally Grant own the auction house.

Barry had worked closely with Sally, especially when four years ago they took their auctions online. Barry’s knowledge of computers had allowed them to do this.

Barry was in his final year of school. With references from Sally and Peter, he’d approached one of the major London auction houses.

If Barry attained the suitable grades in his final exams, the major London auction house would accept him.

Mum and Gran were not that happy with this, as his mother ran the family property development company. They had suggested that Barry study law, then join their firm.

Barry had told them he didn’t need a law degree to run the family company. Barry still wanted to deal with antiques. He told them he could make a good living from antiques.

He was still at school with Grandfather’s initial funding. Barry now had thirty thousand pounds of stock at purchase prices and over a hundred thousand pounds in the bank.

This impressed Mum and Gran, as Barry was only dealing in small items, such as high-class watches and jewellery.

Occasional paintings but never furniture or anything significant, as he had nowhere to store these types of goods.

Barry’s Mum, Babs, had done a fantastic job of developing the harbour area of the Town they lived in.

Ten years ago, it was a busy port, but now only fishing boats and private leisure craft use it.

Mum had developed three blocks of apartments, each with 13 apartments. Barry, Gran and Mum lived in one penthouse of one of the blocks.

It was early January. I had my eighteenth birthday, which I was trying to play down. I wasn’t dating anyone. Mum and Gran invited me out for dinner at the best hotel in the area.

It was the first time I legally drank wine in public. When I was seventeen, I had drunk wine with Gran and Mum in the apartment.

They both enjoyed excellent wine. This gave me knowledge of wine, which we occasionally auctioned.

The next day, I went to Sally’s house as we were cataloguing an auction. We stored everything in the cloud so both of us could work on it individually or together, as we did today when we were checking all the lots.

Peter was in London at a boat show. Peter was an avid sailor who owned a beautiful yacht, which I’d sailed on several times with him.

With the weather we had, Sally, who didn’t enjoy sailing at all, said, “Sailing in this area is like standing under a shower and ripping up ten-pound notes.”

As I rang the doorbell at Sally’s house, I had no idea how this day would turn out or how it would change my life. Sally opened the door. She’s a tall, voluptuous woman in her 50s.

Peter is sixteen years older than her. Peter should have retired a couple of years ago, but had kept going as he had sold his old auction house to a developer. It wasn’t Mum as she didn’t like the property.

Peter had bought an old church and church hall on the main street of the Town. It had pedestrian access from the main street.

In the rear area of the church was a vast car park, ideal for lorries and vans to deliver their goods to the auction.

I was thirteen when this happened. I helped them transfer all the items from the old auction house to the new one.

Sally was standing in the hallway wearing a mid-thigh miniskirt, four-inch heels, self-supporting silk stockings and a top which defined her massive tits perfectly.

I had never once thought of Sally sexually. I was still a virgin, to be honest, Sally looked stunning with her bright red gloss lipstick. She took me in her arms as she pulled me close.

She said, “Happy Birthday, Barry, you’re eighteen now, you’ve been jailbait for me for years. I have a bottle of Champagne chilled in the lounge. Let’s go in there and celebrate first.”

I’d French Kissed twice in my life. When our lips met, I couldn’t believe how good her kisses were. There was so much passion in them.

I could feel my cock stiffen as Sally pushed her pussy against my monster cock. I couldn’t believe it when I felt Sally’s hand stroking and squeezing my cock.

“Barry, you’ve got a big boy there. I’ve never felt a cock as big in my life. I’ve felt quite a few. Let’s go into the lounge as I want to relax with you for your birthday.”

Sally had everything prepared. There was a tray on an antique coffee table, with a bottle of Champagne in a wine cooler and two glasses.

“Barry, please open it for us. We won’t do any work today. I want to unwind with you.”

As I opened the Champagne, I wondered what she meant by unwind. My cock was stiffening as she pushed her massive tits out at me. I was sure they were DDs, but my knowledge of tit sizes was not so good.

We clinked glasses, “Happy Birthday, darling. I’m so happy you’re with me today. I put on a miniskirt for you. Would you like me to wear sexy clothes for you?”

“Sally, you look stunning. I’ve never thought of you sexually, but you make my cock so hard. How can we relax when you’re married to Peter?”

“Barry, we’re married in name only. We have separate bedrooms in the house. It’s been like this for six years now.

“He spends more time on his fucking boat than he spends with me. You know how hard I work in the auction house. He’s hardly there.

“The last time we spoke, all he wanted to tell me about was the new fucking navigation system he’d got for his fucking boat. Can I give you another birthday kiss?”

“Sally, of course you can, you’re so sexy when you use the F word, I like that.”

“Barry, I can be very sexy if you want, just tell me what you like. I’ll do it for you. I’m very open-minded.

“Look at that monster bulge in your trousers. I’ll give you another birthday kiss.

“Would you like me to free your big boy from those tight trousers, as I’d like to do so many sexy things with him?”

“We kissed again. I couldn’t believe the passion Sally gave in her kisses. As we kissed, Sally skilfully undid my trousers, saying,” Take them off, darling, I want you naked.

“You do not know how long I’ve waited for this. Now you’re eighteen, we can do so much.

“Barry, be honest, would you like to do sexy things with me?”

“Sally, I’d love to, but I must tell you I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Sally has taught you a lot about antiques.

“Now she’ll teach you everything you need to know about giving a woman the most incredible sexual pleasure with your monster fat cock.

“You’ll give pleasure, as few know how to give pleasure. Would you like Sally to do that for you?”

“Sally, I’d love that, you arouse me so much I’m worried that I’ll cum too quickly.”

“Take off your polo. I’ll strip naked, so when I go down on you, you’ll be able to play with my big titties.

“You’ll also be able to feel my pussy to see how wet you make me.

“Don’t worry about cumming too quickly, as I’ll suck you off here. So when we go to my bedroom, you’ll take longer to cum. Just looking at your gorgeous monster cock makes me wet.”

It took Sally thirty seconds to get undressed. I was seeing the first naked body of a woman in my life. When she took off her bra, it fell on the couch.

I took it in my hand. The label told me she was a 34DD. I put it beside her tight-fitting top on the carpet.

I felt Sally’s hand on my cock, gently stroking it. The fingertips of her other hand were massaging my heavy balls so suggestively.

I’d never expected this today. I was sure that this could be the day I would lose my virginity.

Sally had taught me so much about antiques. She could now teach me how to give a mature woman pleasure.

I felt the warmth of her mouth as she brought my bulbous head inside her mouth. Slowly and gently, she was taking more of my big, fat cock into her mouth.