Chapter 2

Zipper

Hi there – I’m Bradley Collins and it was the morning of my 17th birthday – I was alone at home; with Mother having left for work at the Store.

I’d enjoyed a lazy time under the shower and after towelling-off, as a birthday treat, I pampered my brown Jamaican skin proudly with talcum powder! My body sure had developed rapidly; and I was enjoying the overall physical advantages I was now showing.

Then I was pulling on my underpants, when suddenly, warm white arms hugged me from behind!

“Happy birthday Bradley!” Her lips nuzzled into my neck and her hand fondled my crotch! “Mmm, seventeen - able bodied an still growing nicely,” she giggled.

“Hey – what the hell Mrs Jones! I exclaimed – how did you get in here? I turned and was amazed to find she was only in a black bra and briefs! My breath caught in my throat.

She grinned, “Our doors here are easy to trick Brad ... and I wanted to surprise you.” “Well ... you’ve certainly done that!” Her breasts were taunt and high, barely held in check by her bra. Her slim waist flared onto inviting hips. Her legs were long white and slender. Even semi-naked she had that classy look about her; that had attracted me last year.

I simply gaped in awe as my cock stiffened.

She grinned and then her hips pressed into mine! ... Her kiss was seductive; and I could taste the drink on her lips ... She lost her balance a little, rolled into me, laughing and pushing me onto my back. She snuggled her cheek into my brown chest, laying half over me!

My cock hardened: and suddenly I pressed it against her!

She reacted, “Jesus! Is that for real?” she murmured. Her lips came close to mine again.

“Yea – Its grown some ... since your stimulating oral sex sessions on it last year. You put it into overdrive Mrs Jones”, I chuckled. I ran my hand down her back, and she shivered, her hips pushing against my cock.

She looked up into my face and offered me her lips. Should I indulge her being playfully tipsy or decline making out with a wife who had recently lost her husband?

Suddenly our mouths came together and there was just the sound of our heavy breath against each other. My hands traced over her butt onto her slender midriff. She moaned softly in my ear as her hands went onto my cock and explored it’s length!

I said softly “You did some great oral sex on that – guess you must enjoy doing it Mrs Jones?”

She murmured, “Well, with you I did ... but I also had do it when I was quite young ... when I didn’t enjoy doing it.”

“How do you mean ... had to do it?!”

“Well my father was a professional physiologist doing clinical research ... and when I was around thirteen he began trying out his Nymphomania Theory on me.”

“Trying what out on you ... how!”

Mrs Jones smiled at my incredulity and after a pause her hand came onto my cock; calmly stating,

“He wanted to explore how I responded to certain stimulations;”

Her hand was now giving my cock a long slow stroke.

“Stimulations!?” I croaked.

“Yes; to discover what sexual kinks I had; or what could be introduced into my sexual appetite!

“Holy Shit!” I whispered as her fingers worked my cock.

“It turned out there was a lot more than I ever knew existed ... He called them nymphomaniac tendencies.”

“Christ! He was a massive pervert Mrs Jones!”

Her fingers teased relentlessly at my rigid cock,

“Well yes, he was! Put simply Brad, my father groomed me up to the hilt with perversions ... he even fixed it so my breasts lactated! And they still do!”

“Holy Shit,” I swooned, my balls thumping in response.

“ ... and at fifteen I was a complete nymphomaniac; can imagine that?”

“ ... He call me his wicked little fucker in private Brad”

Mrs Jones was gazing steadily at me; I was panting and near my vinegar-stroke.

“ ... and you know what my darling?”

“No – what Mrs Jones?”

“I loved it.”

“Aaarrh!” I cried as my climax shot a rope of cream all over her!

I caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues duelled for a minute while our hips writhed together. But she suddenly stopped herself and her hands held onto my arms as face gave a nervous look.

“Guess you enjoyed your birthday kiss – huh Bradley?” she whispered, “but ... maybe I’ve had a little too much to drink ... I’ll leave you to dry off; ok?”

She got up and went into my bedroom where she’d previously undressed before creeping up on me.

She pulled on her skirt; but then she called me, “Hey Brad, help me with new bra hook will you darling?”

I pulled up my underpants and went to her; knowing she was manipulating me. She looked great in just bra and skirt.

My fingers fumbled with the tiny hooks in the small of her back ... but then she slowly swivelled round to face me.

“Be honest ... do you think this bra fits me OK”

“Yea, fits you real good; they sure look yummy too.” I added daringly.

Her hand came gently onto my cheek, “ Look, I want you know I got a real buzz with that kissing we just did; I’m hoping it was OK with you too?”

“Yea, it sure was a cool birthday surprise Mrs Jones.”

“Please ... when we’re alone, call me Amber; would you Brad?”