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Whatever Patrick's response might've been to her little joke was quickly tossed aside by an almost inaudible gasp as Jackie acted on her suggestion. Her mouth closed around the tip she had just blown on, continuing downward until his entire length was within her. His eyes opened wide as her head began to bob up and down, her lips and tongue massaging his flesh as she moved.

Previously, Patrick had considered himself lucky to get even a hand job from any of the girls he'd dated, much less ever imagining that one of them would ever take him in their mouth. That was something that nice girls didn't do, not even after you were married.

An opinion he'd based on a talk he'd once overheard between his older brother and Uncle Tom. Jim had come to his Uncle one day for advice and didn't realize that little brother was within hearing. And once he heard what the conversation was about, Patrick wasn't about to tell him.

Evidently, big brother was having some marital problems. He loved his wife, he told the older man, but her refusal to suck him off was driving him crazy. It wasn't as if he was even asking her to swallow, Patrick remembered his brother saying, he just wanted her to go down on him a little.

An activity that Patrick just couldn't ever imagine his sister in law, who was the daughter of a Minister, ever even considering, much less doing. Then again, sometimes it was hard for him to even imagine Jim and Cora having sex at all, but obviously they did or they wouldn't already have three kids.

Jackie's skill in cocksucking and the rising sensations deep in his loins quickly brought his attention back to the here and now. Based on the incredible feelings spreading throughout his body, he could well understand his brother's disappointment in his wife's reluctance. Before he banished all thoughts of them from his mind during what he now figured was a pretty inappropriate time to be thinking of them, Patrick made a quick promise to himself that he'd never marry a woman who wouldn't go down on him, as he'd heard the two older men refer to it.

"Oh fuck!" Patrick exclaimed as Jackie increased her tempo and he thought he explode any second. Jerking off, or even having a girl do it for him, had never felt anything like this.

The dark haired teen had enough experience with his own body to realize that he was just about on the verge of climaxing. Normally, his only worry about this time was whether he had a tissue or handkerchief handy to catch the mess. This time, even lost in rapture like he was, he still had enough clarity to realize that his ejaculation was going to be in Jackie's mouth. From what little he knew about blowjobs from overhearing other people talk about them, he knew that even women who did such things didn't necessarily want you to come in their mouth. He was wondered if he should ask or say something when Jackie took the problem out of his hands. Or more precisely, out of her mouth.

Sliding his cock free, Jackie wasted no time in replacing the warm embrace of her mouth around his manhood with the soft flesh of her large breasts. Taking hold of each of them, she pressed them together, engulfing his cock with their fullness. Then she continued Patrick on the road to orgasm as she gave him what he would later learn was called by those in the trade as a titty-fuck.

Whatever it was called, Patrick knew he had just discovered something else to add to his list of skills the someday future Mrs. Conner would have to possess. Even more aware that he was about to explode, he barely noticed his cock popping up and down from deep within Jackie's mounds.

"Oh God!" Patrick finally cried out as the last of his restraint gave way and he climaxed. An orgasm that he felt right down to his toes.

When he finally looked down an immeasurable amount of time later, Patrick was shocked to see the amount of whiteness covering Jackie's breasts. For a moment he was worried that she might be angry that he'd come all over her, but as she had with so many other things, she quickly put that notion to rest as well.

Looking down at the whiteness as well, Jackie ran her index finger across her flesh, covering it with a good amount of the thick fluid. She looked at it for a brief second, then slid her finger into her mouth and quickly sucked it clean. When she finally removed it, not a trace of white remained.

"See, I was right," she smiled, "good enough to eat."

Unsure what to say, least he break the magic of a moment that he planned to remember the rest of his life, Patrick was totally speechless. Thankfully, Jackie was anything but.

"Well, have you enjoyed yourself?" she asked as she again picked up the washrag and wiped herself clean.

"Oh yeah," Patrick said without thinking, a look of utter joy on his face.

A second later, that look started to fade as his thoughts caught up with his emotions and he wondered if she was asking that because his birthday present was over. Maybe it only counted that she got him off, not that he didn't get laid. If that was the case, well he really didn't have a complaint he told himself. Then he wondered how much a session actually cost and if he could sneak that much out of his college account without his mother noticing. The next time, he promised himself, he would make sure he held it in until he could actually put it inside her.

But Patrick didn't need to worry, or raid his hard saved college funds. It was true that in some places, it didn't matter how long a session lasted. Once you shot your load, it was all over. If you wanted another go at it, well that was another session and another payment. That, however, wasn't the way things were done here at the Candy Store. You got every minute you paid for, and if you happen to be unable to repeat a performance as some of the older clientele were unable to do, well you could just spend the rest of your time getting a massage or just resting in the arms of your lady of the moment. After all, this establishment had been taken care of the needs of the gentlemen of three counties for more than two generations and it had a reputation to uphold.

"Why don't your stretch out on the bed and I'll give you a little massage why you recharge your batteries," Jackie said as she climbed onto the bed with Patrick. "I might even show you a few things young ladies might appreciate you knowing in the future."

Patrick did as he was told and stretched out on the length of the bed on his stomach. Jackie climbed over him, resting her bended knees alongside his waist. She told Patrick to close his eyes and relax as she rested her hands on his shoulders and began to rub his young muscles.

Patrick could feel the strength in her hands as she worked her way across his arms and then down his back. He'd had massages before, especially after he'd hurt his back in a football game in school, but nothing like this. Jackie reached his waist and then moved back up again. The second time downward, she brought her hands down to his ass, manipulating the soft buns there and then took care of his legs and feet as well. Then she stretched out her body over his, her breasts rubbing against the small of his back and her still covered womanhood pressing against his ass.

"Okay, turn over," she said as she rolled off him.

Patrick did so as Jackie massaged around his neck and then worked her way across his chest. The eighteen year old had very little chest hair and very smooth skin, a fact that the older brunette commented on as she rubbed her hands back and forth across it. Pressing her thumbs against the tips of his nipples, she gave them special attention.

Finally her attention moved once more below his belt and the seemingly already reenergized manhood found there, already it was standing at attention in response to her massage. Jackie playfully took it in hand and gave it a gentle tug, then slid her hands under it and played with his balls as well.

"It looks like your friend there is anxious to get started again," Jackie said as she ran a single finger along the center of his cock.

"I guess so," Patrick replied, hoping he didn't sound too eager in his answer. As much as he wanted to fuck the woman next to him, he also wanted the experience to last as long as possible.

"Well I'll tell you what," Jackie said as she continued to softly trace a line up and down his flesh. "It is after all your birthday so I'll let you make the choice. If you want to just fuck, that's what we'll do and I promise I'll make sure it's something that you remember the rest of your life. But if you're feeling a little adventurous, I'll show you something you might enjoy as well. If nothing else, it might come in handy later on."

Patrick wasn't sure where she was going with this but he figured it had something to do with what she'd said earlier. About teaching him something that the women in his life might be appreciative about. Thinking he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, Patrick of course said he'd like that.

"Excellent," Jackie smile as she sat next to him, still playing softly with his jewels. "Tell me, I know all boys like to talk to each other about sex and a lot of it is about things they actually don't know the first thing about. Have you and your friends ever talked about cunnilingus""

Patrick's response was a totally blank look. It took Jackie a moment to realize that the word had absolutely no meaning to him whatsoever.

"Muff diving," Jackie said in way of explanation, "going down on a girl, eating pussy."

A look of comprehension appeared on Patrick's face as he finally understood what she was talking about. Only to be replaced by another look that showed an unspoken negative reaction to the suggestion.

"I guess I could take that as an indication that you and your friends don't particularly care for that particular idea," Jackie said in response to his silence. "And I'd be willing to bet that not one of them have ever even tried it."

"Well, it's just that it seems like such a nasty thing to do," Patrick said, echoing what had been the consensus of the one discussion he and his buddies had once had on the subject.

"As opposed to a girl taking your cock in her mouth"" Jackie asked. "Don't you think a young lady would look at that in pretty much the same way"

"I guess I never thought of it that way," Patrick admitted, thinking how good it had felt when Jackie took his cock in her mouth.

"Well, don't you think you should at least try something before you so casually condemn it?" Jackie added.

"I guess so," Patrick answered, not mentioning that his thoughts had shifted back to that overheard conversation between his brother and uncle about that very subject.

"Have you ever offered to return to favor," Patrick remembered his Uncle Tom asking of his brother.

"Are you kidding," Jim Conner had immediately replied.

"That'll be the day when I put my mouth down there."

As Patrick remembered it, his uncle didn't had a response to his brother's reply, but the look on his face was one that the younger Conner knew all to well. It was one of disappointment. He had never understood the reason for that look until just now.

"So, would you like to try it?" Jackie asked, taking note that Patrick seemed to be away from it all for a second.

"Yeah, I think I will," Patrick finally answered, thinking that at least if he tried, his uncle wouldn't have that same look if Jackie told him how things went this afternoon.

"Excellent," Jackie said once more.

Jackie changed positions with Patrick and slid one of the large oversized pillow under her backside, elevating the bottom of her body. Spreading her legs and arching her back, she took hold of the sides of her panties and slid them off. Laughing, she tossed them to the young man who caught them in mid air.

"Put those next to your clothes," Jackie said as she held them for a moment. "You might want to keep them as a souvenir."

Thinking that was a pretty silly idea but not wanting to offend Jackie, Patrick tossed them next to his own briefs. If anything, he could toss them in a trashcan on the way home.

Crawling between Jackie's outstretched legs in response to her silent invitation, Patrick got his first real look at the sex of a woman. His only previous view of the mysterious area was a few grainy photographs in one of the magazines his older brother had passed on to him.

The eighteen year old found himself taking a hesitant sniff as he got close, expecting it to smell like fish. Or so the stories he'd heard had said. To his surprise, and relief, nothing could be further from the truth. If anything, it smelled as clean and fresh as the rest of Jackie's body. It seemed like the advice old Mrs. Hardy in Health and Science Class kept drumming into them was indeed true. Personal hygiene did indeed make all the difference.

Patrick glanced up at Jackie for a moment and while she still hadn't said anything, her eyes had an "I'm waiting" look to them. Reaching out with an extended finger, he gently probed the inner sanctum of the older woman's sexuality. It was the second time he'd had his finger in a woman, but the first time he had been able to actually see what he was doing. The previous encounter had taken place in the dark back seat of an old battered Ford.

Picking up the pace, he added a second finger and could feel Jackie's body responding to his touch. A response that jumped dramatically as he finally steeled his nerve and replaced his fingers with his tongue and mouth. As his darting tongue moved in and out, pressing against her sugar walls, Patrick quickly found that the taste of a woman held it's own excitement.

Jackie let him take his time adjusting to the new experience, then began to guide his actions, offering both direction and advice. Soft moans and a gentle vibration that he could feel in the flesh pressed against his face urged him onward. It wasn't long before Patrick reached a point where he began to wonder what all the fuss had been about in the first place.

Really getting into what he was doing, and delighting in the effect his actions were having on Jackie, Patrick was surprised when he felt her hands gently lifting his face away from his prize. It seemed like he had just gotten started, but in reality he had been going down on her for over twenty minutes. In that time he had gained what would be a lifetime appreciation for the act of cunnilingus.

Jackie pulled his body on top of hers, reaching down as she did and taking his cock in hand. A broad smile filled her face as she felt the full hardness of his shaft as she gentle massaged it for a few seconds with her fingers. Guiding it to the spot his tongue had just vacated, she positioned it against the folds of her pussy. She let it go and moved her hands to Patrick's shoulders, giving him a gentle urging to enter her.

Not that the teenager need urging of any kind, gentle or otherwise. It was just that he wanted to savor what was happening as long as possible. The moment that he passed from boyhood to manhood, or at least as he and his friends defined the transition.

A dizzying rush filled Patrick as he pressed his cock deep within Jackie, feeling the walls of her womanhood close against him as she drew him into her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. Once he was fully inside of her, she held him tight for a long heartbeat, then relaxed her hold to allow him to pull back a little.

Back and forth, in and out, the no longer virginal teen moved, increasing his pace with each new thrust. Later on, he would try and write down the emotions and sensations he was feeling, only to find that words would fail him. Yet, despite the inability to adequately describe it, it was an event of which he would remember every detail of for the rest of his life.

Patrick's journey of bliss didn't last long, and Jackie hadn't expected that it would. Such was the nature of young men in situations such as this. After a few minutes of excited effort, she could feel his body begin to tense in such a way that experience told her his climax was imminent. She grabbed him tightly and held on as his body began to quake. A loud groan passed from his lips as she felt his cock explode deep within her, filling her with a wet warmness.

Jackie continued to hold him tight against her as they lay in her bed, enjoying the heat of his body even as she felt his manhood slowly shrink and slip from within her. She shifted their bodies so that she could once more reach out to the night table and grab the washcloth she had left there. With a practiced hand, she wiped the both of them clean before letting the cloth fall from her hand to the floor.

The deed done, Jackie was content to let him just lay with her, savoring the experience. Long silent minutes passed, until Patrick finally emerged from the dreamy stupor he had drifted into. He looked up at the brown haired woman, the brightest of smiles on his face.

"Did I do okay"" he asked in his most sincere tone.

"Baby, you did just fine," Jackie replied as she bent down and kissed him lightly on his lips.


"Baby, you did just fine."

A quarter century later, Patrick could still hear the accented voice of his first lover. At times, he sometimes thought he could still smell the scent of her perfume. One thing was certain, a month had hardly ever gone by that the memory of her didn't pass through his thoughts. Something that he considered quite normal because he couldn't imagine any man ever forgetting their first time.

He had gone off to college that fall, and it was there three years later that he met the woman he would spend the next twenty odd years with. In the time between those two events, he had occasion to visit the Candy Store only once. A mid-summer visit with some of his friends two years later to celebrate the first of them turning twenty-one. There had been another change of management at the old house and a woman Patrick didn't recognize now ran the operation. He'd spent the night with a very attractive Chinese girl named Nancy, but it wasn't the same. His decided there and then that his second visit would be his last.


The rumble of his son's truck coming back up the road interrupted the forty-three year old's memories. He ran his hand across the smooth doorframe, then walked down the three steps leading from the porch to the paved walkway. As the truck grew closer, he could see that his son wasn't alone.

Kevin Conner brought his truck to a stop a few feet away from where his father was standing. The passenger door opened first and a tall, very endowed redhead climbed down from it. As she brushed her hair back with her hand, Patrick couldn't help but think that in another age, the young lady, who he knew was from the county office, might have fit in quite nicely with the other residents of the house behind him.

"Better keep thoughts like that in check," Patrick reminded himself. "Women today tend to take rather strong objection to the suggestion that they might sell their bodies. Give them away, yes, but definitely not sell."

"Good morning, Miss Miller," Patrick said as he extended his hand. "I'm glad you were able to finally join us."

"I'm afraid I have to apologize about that," the twentytwo year old said. "My car had a flat and I discovered that I didn't have a spare. To top it all off, I'd forgotten to charge my cell phone so I couldn't even call the Auto Club for help."

"Well I'm sure we can help you out there," Patrick said.

"I already called them from my phone, Dad," Kevin said as he came around the truck. "By the time we're done here they should have the tire changed."

"Good," Patrick said as he shifted his attention from his son back to Miss Miller. "I assume you've brought out the contracts so we can get them signed and the job started""

"Actually, I'm afraid there's been a change of plans," Carol Miller said in her most apologetic voice.

"Change of plans"" Patrick repeated.

"They're not going to knock it down after all," Kevin interrupted, repeating what had been shared with him on the short drive back to the house.

"What happened"" Patrick asked.

"Do you know Wilbur Rogers"" Carol asked.

"Is there anyone in the three counties who doesn't?" Patrick replied.

"I guess not," Carol said.

Wilbur Rogers had been a member of the Board longer than any of the three were alive. If anyone knew where all the bodies were buried, it was Wilbur Rogers and when the old man wanted something, it usually got done.

"Well, Mr. Rogers managed to convince a majority of the Board to locate the mini-mall a mile and a half down the road instead," Carol explained. "He also convinced them to pass a resolution making the building a local historic site."

"I'd have to agree with that," Patrick thought silently.

"Some historic site," Kevin noted. "If we don't knock this thing down, I'd bet it comes down on it's own in a few years ."

"Oh they considered that too," Carol went on. "They're going to allocate enough funds to completely renovate the place. Mr. Rogers wants them to turn it into a Boy's Club."

"A Boy's Club?" Patrick said in surprise.

"I know, it's pretty archaic," Carol said, thinking the older man saw it in the same light as she did. "Mr. Rogers went so far as to describe it as a place that turned boys into men. Have you ever heard of anything so silly""

Patrick reserved comment but he liked the irony of the Councilman's statement. Holding back his smile, he wondered if the building's savior had once been an afternoon guest himself.

"You are of course free to put a bid in for that project too." the young woman said as she realized that the older Conner hadn't been agreeing with her and shifted back to business mode.

Patrick turned away from the two younger people and looked up at the old house once more. The words of the Councilman resounded in his mind.

"Might not be a bad thing to hang over the door when it's finished," he said in a low voice. "After all, that's what the place has always been."

A much lighter mood filled him when he turned back around than the one he had when he arrived this morning. The smile on his face had finally broken through. He stepped toward his son's truck and invited Miss Miller to get in between them. "You know, Kevin, suddenly I'm as hungry as a horse," he said as they pulled away from the house. "What say while we wait for the Auto Club, we all go down to the diner and have a big breakfast on me. You're welcome to join us of course, Miss Miller."

"Why thank you, Mr. Conner," Carol said, "and I'm glad you're not too upset about losing the demolition contract."

"I learned long ago not to get upset over things you can't change," Patrick laughed. "We'll just have to make sure we put in a good bid on the renovation."

As they headed down the road, Kevin couldn't help but note that it had been a long time since he'd seen his father in this good a mood. It was if he'd suddenly been transformed into a kid in a candy store.