Peeping Jonathan

I was on holiday with my husband and my eighteen year old son near the English coast. We were staying in a cottage that had once been the outbuildings of a farm which was now the owners' house. They were a couple about our age, mid forties.

I was taking a shower one morning. I stepped out of the shower nude, feeling deliciously refreshed, and I couldn't help looking at myself in the big wall mirror. Not bad for my age, I thought. Through diet and Pilates, I'd kept a figure that a woman ten years younger might envy, with big breasts that were still firm. On the beach the day before, even in my one-piece swimsuit, men around us couldn't keep their eyes off me.

I was musing on that when I realised I was being watched.

My husband or my son had left the bathroom window ajar and through it I caught a glimpse of movement. I also caught an unmistakable glimpse of dark hair in the instant before it dodged behind a bush outside. I knew instantly who it was. The owners had a son, Jonathan, who was nineteen years old. The peeping Tom was Jonathan spying on me.

I felt a moment of shock followed by excitement. I'd seen Jonathan around the place. He was as big as a grown man. The first time I'd encountered Jonathan I'd been in a skimpy sun dress of thin material that if the sun was behind me showed anyone interested the outline of my body. He'd certainly been interested, and how! I'd felt my clothes and underwear evaporate under his lustful gaze and his hungry eyes exploring and enjoying my body. I'd thrilled knowing I could still get a boy less than half my age aroused. I didn't tell my husband of course but after that when my husband and I fucked, in my mind it had been Jonathan on top of me in our bed.

I decided to put on a good show for Jonathan but making sure I didn't let him guess I knew he was there. As I dried myself I let him see me full frontal with my legs spread so he could enjoy my big breasts and the neat bush of dark pubic hair between my legs. I let him see me in profile with my breasts thrust out and up and I swung and bounced my breasts for him. I turned my back on him and bent over so he could see my cheeky bottom. As my excitement rose I faced him and ran my fingers as sensuously as I could through my bush. Right then I wished it was his fingers ruffling my cunt fur. I slipped on my panties to show him what brief underwear I wore, but when I glanced at the open window I saw he had gone.

I thought that was to be my only encounter with Jonathan and that I'd only ever be his masturbation fantasy. But I was wrong.

That same afternoon my husband and my son went off to the nearby town to go on a boat trip. It wasn't my kind of thing and I get seasick in small boats so I stayed behind at the cottage. I knew they wouldn't be back till late.

Shortly after they'd gone I glanced out of the window. There in the owners' garden was Jonathan. He was on a sun lounger, sunbathing just in tiny light blue speedo style swim trunks. I quickly found my husband's high power binoculars and through them started exploring his all but naked body.

I saw the huge bulging ridge of his penis under the thin taut cloth of his speedos. It was obviously fully erect and its head was almost peeping out at the top of his speedos. Then things got even more exciting. As I watched, Jonathan picked up a magazine and started browsing through it. Even from where I was, through the binoculars I could see it was a porn magazine with a picture of a girl in a bikini on the cover and full of pictures of nude women inside. He paused at a big centrefold picture of a blonde girl doing the splits nude. As he ogled her he began stroking the ridge of his erection through his speedos.

I'd earlier seen his parents drive off somewhere and I knew Jonathan was alone. I couldn't resist. Sex with my husband hadn't been too good the last year or so. He wasn't as passionate as he used to be and he was starting to have trouble getting erect. Out there was a sex-hungry boy who enjoyed seeing me nude and who had a big hard young cock. I opened the door and strolled out toward him. I was in a button up the front cotton dress with just a bra and panties underneath. Right then I would have preferred to stroll out nude but I couldn't wait.

Jonathan started as he saw me coming and hastily tried to hide his magazine. As I sauntered toward him swinging my hips his eyes locked onto me. His young body was slim, muscular and tanned, just what a young man's body should be. His speedos were thin and taut over his erection and showed the outline of his penis shaft and its big round head in fine detail. It was huge!

"Did you enjoy the show this morning?" I asked.

As I spoke I reached down to touch the soft bulge of his balls through his speedos. Then I ran my fingers slowly up the ridge of his erect penis. It was rock hard. As I gently stroked the bulge of its big round head with a fingertip a little wet patch appeared where his speedos stretched over his cock head. Jonathan said nothing but trembled at my touch and started to breathe quickly.

I stepped my sandal-clad foot up onto the edge of his sun lounger, exposing my bare leg right up to my white satin panties. I pulled the front of my panties down to show Jonathan my hairy pussy then nudged my hips toward him. His hand was instantly on my bare thigh, then inside my panties on my cunt ruffling my pubic hair, fingering my vagina lips and reaching between my legs. His touch told me he was frantic. I felt my vagina tingle and my juices start to flow. I looked down and saw the wet patch on his speedos had got bigger.

"Would you like to come inside and see some more?" I asked, taking his hand.

Without a word Jonathan rose from his lounger. Hand in hand I led him to our cottage and to its spare bedroom. He just stood there looking as if he couldn't believe what was happening to him. I pulled his speedos down round his thighs. His fully erect penis bounced out. It was massive, bigger than my husband's, a good seven inches long, bending up in front of him so its head was pointing straight up. He let his speedos drop. His naked body was smooth and hairless except for a thick bush of brown pubic hair just round his balls and the base of his shaft. The erection-swollen big round head of his penis was grey-pink.

My hand was instantly, almost involuntarily, between Jonathan's spread legs ruffling his pubic hair, caressing his balls and feeling his shaft. It was as stiff as it looked. Jonathan's hips thrust forward and he moaned with sexual pleasure as I played with him. Then I couldn't restrain myself. I squatted down in front of him, took the head of his penis into my mouth, massaged it with my lips and tongue and sucked it. At the same time I fingered his balls and the inside tops of his spread thighs.

I heard a grunt from above me and he pushed me backwards as he tried to ram his cock as far as he could into my mouth. But I wanted more than just sucking him off. His cock slid out of my mouth as I tottered back. His penis head was almost glowing red. I stood there still in my dress with my legs wide and said softly but insistently:

"Undress me!"

Jonathan's hands were trembling with excitement as he unbuttoned my dress down the front and slipped it off my shoulders. He got behind me and fumbled with my bra before he managed to unclip it. I brought my legs together to let him pull my panties down round my thighs. I let my panties drop and spread my legs again after I'd kicked my panties aside. Jonathan's hands were all over me. He pulled my naked body against his. His hungry hands explored my breasts, my thighs, my bottom and of course my pussy. As he moved around me fondling me his stiffly swinging erect penis brushed and poked my naked body. His hands, breathing and straining penis told me he was frantic.

"You're the first woman I've ever seen nude" Jonathan gasped.

So that was why he was making such a meal of me. That superb young male body was a virgin's. I reached down and fondled his rock hard penis.

"Do you wank off thinking of me?" I asked. Of course I know all boys masturbate.

Every night through the thin wall of our cottage I would hear the unmistakeable sound of my son masturbating. The rattling of his bed would rise to a crescendo followed by his orgasm grunt, then silence. I'd been laying there imagining Jonathan's hand wrapped round his erect penis arching up over his belly and had wondered if he'd been thinking of me as he stroked his cock off.

Jonathan's reddening face and the look he gave me told me I'd been right. Suddenly he stepped back from me and got on the bed kneeling with his legs wide. His quivering penis stuck out in front of him bending up and swinging stiffly. He fingered his balls and cock and looked at me.

"Wank me," he said. "Please... I've never been wanked by anyone else before." There was a pleading look in his eyes.

I smiled to myself. Like all the boys I'd known his first sex act from a girl was going to be a hand job. I got onto the bed next to him kneeling beside him so my breasts squeezed against his arm and straddling his leg so my cunt fur brushed against his thigh. He groaned with lust. Kneeling beside him like that I was perfectly placed for his hungry hands to explore my naked body. His one hand slid down my front to fondle my pussy then slid round to my bottom to pull me against him. His other hand was all over my breasts.

I lightly tickled his balls with one hand and his bum with the other, reaching down under him between his legs from behind to caress his inside thigh tops and his anus. I know how to get a boy wild and I was certainly doing that for Jonathan. I turned my attention to his straining penis. He whimpered as I lightly stroked it till it felt like a steel bar at the absolute peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. Its big round head was almost glowing deep red and it was sopping with pre-cum.

Then I wanked him. His penis was so big I could only just wrap my hand round his erection-swollen shaft. I began the rhythmic full length tugging and stroking with my hand sliding right up over his cock head. My fingers caught that spot I knew was his most sensitive part, his frenulum just under where his cock shaft met its head. My fingers on his bottom pleasured his other sensitive spot, his anus. I also knew how to make a man wait. In years of marriage I'd learned how to hold a man back. Jonathan was almost sobbing with sexual pleasure.

After ages of hand cock and anal pleasure his orgasm began to rise. He dug his fingers into my bum cheeks to pull me hard against him. He rammed his hips forward. His cock suddenly became even harder in my hand. He grunted loudly. His head flopped back in his sexual ecstasy. His body stiffened against me then spasmed. His cock jerked in my hand as several huge spurts of semen shot a couple of feet up the bed. I eased off when the spurts finally ended. He gave a deep sigh. His body went limp but his still half erect penis swung in front of him dripping a long dangling strand of semen.

"Did you enjoy your first hand job?" I asked, rhetorically of course, and giving his bottom an affectionate pat.

Jonathan didn't reply. He just knelt there panting but his face said it all. I reached for my little white satin panties and I used them to wipe his semen from his cock and off the bed.

I noticed Jonathan had brought his porn magazine with him. It was on the bedside cabinet. I decided to have some fun. I guess I've always been a natural exhibitionist. I'd never told my husband but at university at wild student parties before I met him I was always one of the first girls with all my clothes off. My husband is a bit of a prude and since marriage I haven't had much opportunity for that sort of thing.

"Is this how you like to see women?" I asked as I picked it up.

He gave me a guilty look.

"It's from my dad's collection" he replied. "He doesn't know I've borrowed it."

I opened it at random. There was the centrefold of the blonde girl doing the splits. She didn't look much older than Jonathan. She was on a bed and her legs were spread so wide they were pointing in opposite directions. She was leaning back on her hands arching her back so her breasts swung up and out. They were massive. I keep myself fit and trim through Pilates and I'm still pretty supple. I got on the bed and repeated the pose for Jonathan. His hand was instantly on my thrusting breasts then down between my spread legs fondling my pussy with his exploring fingers between my vagina lips.

"Pose like her!" Jonathan said excitedly turning to a set of pictures.

They showed a brunette like me and about my age on all fours nude on a rug. Her big breasts were hanging pendulously, her legs were wide with her dark cunt hair showing just below her bum cheeks. The pose obviously turned Jonathan on. I repeated it for him. His hand went to my bottom, caressed it, then slid down the valley between my cheeks and between my legs to feel my pussy from behind, ruffling my cunt hair and stroking my vagina lips.

I repeated other poses from the magazine for him. I could hardly believe some of the filthy things the women in the pictures were doing. They were much more erotic and daring than anything I'd done for boys at those university student parties. I sprawled and squatted spreading my legs wide, thrusting my pussy and swinging my tits for Jonathan. I posed in sexual intercourse positions. I was enjoying this and the look on Jonathan's face, his frantic exploring hands all over my naked body told me he was certainly enjoying this too.

More important than that his penis starting to swing up erect again. As he moved around me to play with me posing on the bed his penis brushed and poked my naked body. I could feel it getting stiffer and stiffer till it was rock hard erect again. At the same time his fingers between my legs were getting me more and more aroused and juicy. I knew what I wanted next.

I rolled onto my back. I felt my big heavy breasts flop sideways. I spread my legs wide and folded them up so my knees were near my shoulders. I looked Jonathan in the eye.

"You're a virgin aren't you. Do you want to lose your virginity and become a man?"

Jonathan looked horrified. I ran my hand down my belly, through my bush and fingered my juice-sodden tingling pussy.

"Don't be shy. Get on top of me and fuck me. I won't get pregnant if that's what you're worried about."

After what happened with my last pregnancy there was no fear of that, but that's something I don't want to go into. He still looked hesitant.

"Oh come on! My pussy's throbbing!" I strained my legs even wider and reached out my arms toward him.

That persuaded him. A moment later he was on the bed with me. He got between my spread legs and buried his head between my thighs kissing and licking my pussy and my inside thigh tops. I could have taken any amount of that. His kisses started to work their way up my body, over my belly, my navel, then up to my breasts kissing them and licking my nipples. The feeling of his young muscular body slowly sliding up mine as he got on top of me got my juices gushing.

Finally he was fully above me, leaning on his hands. For a delicious moment I felt his soft cock head poking my vagina lips, then with a thrust of his hips and a grunt of excitement his iron-hard penis slid into me till I could feel his cock fur against my groins. He stayed like that for a moment as if savouring the excitement, achievement and sexual pleasure of having his hungry penis in a woman for the first ever time. I wrapped my arms over his bare back and folded my legs round his bum.

"Fuck me hard!" I whispered, leaning my head up a bit to kiss him on the lips.

Then he began. Though he'd never fucked a woman before, like all men I've known the motion of sexual intercourse came naturally. Even if it hadn't I guessed he'd seen enough couples fucking in porn to know what to do. Jonathan thrust back and forth rhythmically and powerfully. His groins patted against mine with each upward stroke.

As he fucked me he gasped and grunted with sheer animal sexual satisfaction. His large, so stiff penis seemed to completely fill my vagina and I squeezed my muscles tightly around his pumping cock. After my husband's now quite feeble erections it was so exciting to have a frantic boy on top of me with his iron-hard young penis in me enjoying my body with the full blaze of young lust.

Some boys of Jonathan's age who'd fucked me when I was that age had shot their load the moment their hungry penises slid into me. Jonathan kept going. Perhaps that was because I'd wanked him just before, or perhaps as he'd masturbated he'd learned how to hold himself back. Whatever. I didn't care. I just lay back and enjoyed his hard cock in me. I must have scratched his back as I clawed him with my fingers and with my legs round his bum I gripped him trying to pull him further in. Finally Jonathan came. I felt his body stiffen against me. He grunted:

"Coming!"

Then he made that half grunt, half snarl all men seem to make when they cum. He thrust up really hard against me, pushing me up the bed. I felt his penis jerk within me for much longer than my husband's ever did in what was obviously an explosive orgasm. Finally I felt his penis soften within me. He rolled off me and lay beside me on the bed panting. His penis flopped onto his belly still trailing semen. Even semi-flaccid it was massive.

I leaned over him and gave him a little kiss on his lips

"Was that good?" I asked.

"I've fucked a woman!" Jonathan gasped. He certainly had!

Though he'd fucked me for what seemed like ages he hadn't kept going for long enough to take me to an orgasm but he'd certainly got me hot. I was throbbing down there and my nipples were peaking like corks with arousal. I was so excited! I just had to pleasure myself. I lay back, spread my legs wide and slid my hand down my belly and through my bush. My pubic hair was sopping with a mixture of my juice and Jonathan's semen. I began stroking my vagina lips, reaching into my sodden vagina to stroke my clit as my arousal rose. Jonathan was kneeling beside me watching me. I guessed he'd never watched a woman masturbate except in porn.

"Touch me!" I gasped.

Even though he was a virgin he seemed to instinctively know just what I wanted. His hand was instantly between my spread legs, stroking my so sensitive groins, my inside thigh tops and to reach right under me to finger me between my bum cheeks. As his fingers played between my legs he leaned over me to lick his tongue over my taut, so sensitive nipples. I masturbate at home but my husband doesn't know so he's never done anything like that for me. Glancing at Jonathan I saw his penis was rising again, swinging stiffly between his legs. I reached out my spare hand to caress his balls and penis.

Then my orgasm rose and exploded. I squirmed, kicked my legs, thrust my hips up as if against a man on top of me and involuntarily shrieked as the volcano of utter pleasure welled up between my legs and filled my whole body. Jonathan held his hand between my legs cupped over my throbbing pussy mound the whole time as pulse after pulse swept through my body. Finally I lay back, panting and exhausted.

Jonathan's penis was now fully erect again bending up hard in front of him as he knelt there. This boy could just keep coming and coming. I'd known boys like that too when I was his age.

"Wank over me!" I gasped, pulling at his strong, muscular naked thigh. At those student parties I'd discovered how much I liked watching boys masturbate.

An instant later he was astride my thigh with his penis towering up above me. He wrapped his hand round his shaft and began the rhythmic methodical tugging and stroking, full length with his hand sliding right up over his big round cock head. With his spare hand he fondled my pussy and ran his fingers up my front to my breasts. All the time he masturbated I reached up to caress his balls, to ruffle his pubic hair, to finger his anus and to stroke him between his legs.