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THE GROCERY LADY

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by Chris This story is completely true and as accurate as it can be after almost fifty years. The experiences described in this story are one of the main reasons that I have always gained so much sensual pleasure from my own body and been able to enjoy similar pleasures with many of the women I have known. (And this was long before the movie, "The Graduate".) When I was about 13 or 14, each Thursday afternoon after school I delivered groceries for pocket money for a local neighbourhood shop. The deliveries were made using one of those old bicycles with a large basket over a small front wheel. My job was simply to pack the order in a carton in the basket, make the delivery and collect the money. There was a particular lady who received a delivery every Thursday. On my first visit I knocked on the front door, dropped the box of groceries at the door and she gave me the money. But she did ask that next time, would I please take the box around to the back door (which will be open) and leave the box on the kitchen table. The following week I did as I had been asked. I placed the carton on the kitchen table and called out, "groceries!" The lady appeared from another room and started to talk to me. She offered me a cool drink which I accepted as it was a warm day. She asked about school and my hobbies and interests. She wanted to know if we had sex education at school. I said, "No". She then asked if my father had explained the basics of sex. I said, "A few years ago he told me the basic birds and bees stuff but nothing personal". I was becoming very embarrassed and not handling these questions very well at all. I was keen to get back to my job but as she still had not paid me the money I could not leave. She finally paid me and as I was rushing out of her house still very embarrassed she asked, "Have you ever been with a girl?" I said no, (which was true). "We'll talk about that next week shall we?" she replied. This lady, whom I shall call "the grocery lady", although to this day I do still remember her name, seemed very old to me. Yet on reflection, I realise that she was probably about 35. I do not believe she had any children but she did have a husband who was at work at that time of day. Although she was quite attractive for her age and dressed in a loose fitting house coat, she had no sexual physical appeal for a young school boy. The following week I was terrified, almost wishing there would be no delivery to my "grocery lady" and yet deep down hoping there was. A very strange feeling! And why had I changed after school into my very brief athletic shorts. Perhaps it was just the warm weather! Yes, there was a delivery for her! I crept in the back door and would like to have left immediately but had to get the money. I called out and she quickly appeared from another room, this time with the money. Great I thought, I can leave now. But she offered me another cool drink and for some reason, I accepted. She got straight to the point and this time I was less embarrassed. "You're a strong fit young boy, do you have wet dreams? Do you rub yourself off? (That was 1950's description for masturbate). I answered, "sometimes" to both questions. She then asked if anyone had shown me how to do it or did I just find out myself. So I explained that about six months earlier I had met a man at the beach and he had taken me into the bushes, shown me his large hard cock, played with mine until it was hard and then masturbated both of us. I told her that I knew that was wrong but I actually enjoyed the experience too. Although I was uneasy about this conversation, I was becoming very hard. She could sense that too and she put her hand on my shorts and said, "Let me have a look at what you have there." Before I could resist (perhaps I did not want to), she had my cock out of my pants and was gently feeling it, squeezing it and inspecting every little part of it, but not rubbing it. I was rock hard by now and the tip was getting very wet. (Remember I was only young and not yet fully developed). It seemed like quite some time before she spoke. Then she said, "That's going to develop into a very nice cock (she said "dick", but I prefer to call it my cock). I'm so pleased that you're not circumcised. You will get plenty of pleasure from having a foreskin but you will have a big problem if you do not stretch it. You are hard now and you cannot pull it back over the head. Has you father not told you how to look after your foreskin?" 2. "Well no actually", I replied. "You must pull the foreskin back as often as you can so that it will stretch. When you get bigger, you must be able to slide your foreskin back over the head while you are really hard. You will meet a girl who will want to put the head of your cock in her mouth and she will not want the head half covered. You will want to use your foreskin to rub off (masturbate), and that's important. You should pull it back and leave it back all the time." I explained to her that I could not do that because the head of my cock was very tender when uncovered and would chafe on my clothes. "Well pull it back every night when you go to bed and leave it back until morning", she said. I then told her that only made me hard and sore. While we were having this discussion about my foreskin, she was continually trying to work my foreskin pulling back a little further each time. I was very moist and very hard and so after maybe a minute or two I climaxed and there was my semen all over her hand. She seemed to enjoy this and softly and gently rubbed it all over my cock. She then produced a warm damp towel and cleaned me up. "Have you ever touched or seen a girl's private parts?" she asked. Well once I had been having a kiss and cuddle with a girl behind the swimming club and I did put my hand between her legs and insider her knickers. But it felt so warm and wet so I thought maybe she had peed herself or was bleeding. I was scared. "I would like to show you something? Just come with me." So I followed her into the bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed. "I am now going to show you and explain to you a woman's private parts. Are you interested?" Well what do you say in a situation like this? I had just had my first hand job and was feeling weak at the knees! She firstly got a hand mirror and got onto her bed sort of half sitting and half lying. She pulled up her house coat and spread her legs with knees raised. "Come close where you can see properly", she insisted. She then proceeded to show and explain everything. The outer and inner lips, the hood over the clitoris and the "little button" (as she described it), the entry to the vagina, "and this where I pee from", etc. etc. I was absolutely fascinating as I had never before even seen pictures. "Here please feel it. Put your fingers here. Now gently push your fingers inside. Put you thumb on my little button but be gentle please." So I tentatively complied, absolutely terrified. I went to remove my hand and she grabbed me firmly by the wrist. "Leave it there please and just keep moving you fingers for a little while." Then she gave a cry like half a laugh. I asked, "Are you OK? I hope I didn't hurt you." "That was great. Thank you. I just had an orgasm." My grocery lady then went on to explain at length the difference between a male orgasm and a female orgasm. I was getting hard again and she had noticed. "You need to rub yourself again (masturbate), and I would like to watch you if that's OK with you." So I did. I sat there with her and brought myself to another climax, and all the time I was doing that she was using her own fingers on herself. When I had finished (very quick!) she said, "There is just one more important thing I want to show you. When you go with a girl (that meant have sex) you need to know how to enter her so that it will be easy for you and comfortable for her." So she then showed me how and where to squeeze my cock to produce some lubricating fluid and how to place my cock firstly at the base of the lips and move it inward and upward at the same time to make entry easy. It was time for me to leave as I was running late for the rest of my deliveries. Her final words to me that day were, "Just remember to keep stretching your foreskin or one day you will regret it." (If only I had known then just how right she was and if only I had done what she said. But more on that later.) The following week I was really looking forward to grocery delivery time. But this time she was not so enthusiastic. All she did was want to play with my cock until I climaxed and reprimand me for not having started to stretch my foreskin. But it was still fun! 3. A few day after this I had to call in to see a girl from the swimming club to pick up the training manual which she had borrowed. She was one of two girls that I regularly fantasised over when masturbating and I had heard rumours that some of my swimming mates had fucked her. But young boys do a lot of boasting! When I arrived at her house she said the manual was in her mother's car and that her mother would be home soon. To my surprise she said, "Why don't you do me while we wait." (that's fifties speak for "fuck me"). So we went to her bedroom. She lay on the bed and pulled off her knickers and lifted her school tunic. I un-buttoned my pants, took out my cock which was already hard and wet, climbed onto her and entered straight away. There was no kissing, no cuddling, no foreplay! It went in very easily. It certainly wasn't her first, and thanks to my grocery lady's tuition, she would never know that it was my first. "You can do that for a while, it feels nice. But just make sure you pull out before you shoot!" With that, I could feel the climax approaching and I just got it out in time to spill a load all over her tunic and the bedspread. We cleaned up and then started to play with each other and I got hard again. She wanted me inside her again and I was just about to enter when we heard her mother's car approaching. It was just as well as I was still dribbling semen for some time afterwards. So that was my first and I liked it a lot. And thanks to my instructor, I felt confident and knew what to do. I never did fuck that girl again but was forever grateful to her for making my first so pleasurable. I could not wait to make my next grocery delivery and tell my instructor all about it. Imaging my dismay when on Thursday I found there had been no order, hence no delivery. I had to sneak off to the grocery shop toilet and masturbate. The next Thursday there was an order. As soon as arrived in her kitchen she was there and wanted to see my cock and see if I had been stretching the foreskin. I was hard of course and she worked the foreskin gently up and down as far as she could without causing pain. It would not fold over the swollen head. She again took me to her bedroom and I thought to myself, "perhaps we are going to fuck! Now that I am such an expert!" But no. She again wanted to show me what to do to a woman. She said that I should learn how to kiss and use my tongue on the clitoris. This sounded revolting to me at first and I resisted. But finally she convinced me to try, and I could not believe just how sweet and beautiful it tasted. She gave another little cry and I knew that she had her orgasm. While I was having my first oral experience, I climaxed and deposited my stuff all over her carpet which she did not mind at all. I finally got around to telling her about my first fuck, and I could tell that she was getting very excited just hearing about it. She congratulated me on losing my virginity and again told me again to do something about stretching my foreskin. She also told me that her husband had been transferred interstate and this would be her last grocery delivery. At first I was shattered. But she said there was not much more that she could teach me. She wanted to handle my cock one more time and bring me to climax, which of course I let her do with much pleasure. We said good bye and I never saw my grocery lady again. It was really strange that during those weeks that we spent together being very intimate, we did not kiss, we did not hug, there was no suggestion from her or request from me that we should fuck. For the remainder of my life I will be grateful to my grocery lady for all that she taught me and the pleasures that I have enjoyed over many years because of her. Postscript My grocery lady was absolutely right about my foreskin. When I was first married my wife and I were having a very energetic fuck and she was just a little more dry than usual. I gave a firm thrust into her and my foreskin locked behind the swollen head of me cock. It was so painful that I could not cum. It was so tight it acted like a cock ring and made me even harder. We had to stop fucking. I had to rush to the shower and use soap and water to get my foreskin to retract over the head. I made up my mind that day to pull my foreskin back and leave it back nomatter how much discomfort I might experience. It took a while, maybe six months or more before the skin on the head of my cock toughened. But it did and my foreskin stretched. So now it is wonderful. I have the benefit of a cock that looks circumcised and feels like one that is, yet the foreskin is there when needed for lovely sensual masturbation. (Pic available)

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