How I Lost My Innocence inJune's Bed

June was shorter than most people,
but she was blessed with long, wavy
brown hair, and she had the most
bewitching green eyes set in generous
black eyelashes and dark eyebrows.
She first crossed my path as an
actress on the wooden stage during
the first rehearsal for the annual Xmas
show. June was very experienced in
the ways of the world of theatre... and
much more than only theatre, as I
would discover within her arms. June
was eight years older than I was - and
she had been married for about
thirteen years when we met. We soon
built up a mild, mutual admiration
during the many weeks of intensive
rehearsals, plus the following twelve
nights of live performances on the
stage of the local theatre, and I
became the first paying lodger in the
rambling old family home, which was
occupied by June - plus her husband
and her two young daughters.
At the "end of show" party the whole
cast really let their hair down by doing
some wild dancing, excessive drinking
and extreme vocalizing on every
subject under the sun. In the midst of
all the party festivities June shocked
her best friend... June leant across in
front of me and whispered in her
friend's ear that June's husband was
going to be out of the city for the
following week. And that while he was
away she was going to have lots of
naughty fun with her new lodger...and
that person was me, pure and
innocent me! Naturally I was surprised
by her outspokenness and I was
certain that she had been drinking far
too much wine, that her alcohol
intake had loosened her tongue
during the noisy party...
Just a couple of days later June's
husband left the city to investigate a
new business proposition along the
east coast. This trip left June, plus her
daughters, with me in the family
house for six nights... The scene was
set for the loss of my sexual
innocence. (At the time I was just over
22 years old and my two previous girl
friends would only allow heavy petting
– so that full blown sex with
penetration was definitely not
allowed! So I was still in the novice
class! But, my male ego would never
admit that to June.)
After dinner June settled her two
daughters and put them to sleep in
their bedrooms, while I was occupied
for an hour or more in the workshop
at the back of the main house. She
had instructed me to come and say
goodnight when I was finished in the
workshop. So, I dutifully knocked on
the open door of the main bedroom
and June called me in to chat for a
few minutes. Then she wanted a
goodnight kiss - and this became a
hug as she reached up with both
arms to enfold me. The brief kiss
became more passionate as she
opened her lips and her tongue
started to play games with mine. So, I
knelt down at her bedside and we
really enjoyed the French kissing. June
sat up and she moved closer so that
her breasts and nipples made contact
with my chest, as she gently moved
her torso from side to side. Initially, I
rubbed the back of my hands across
the swell of her full breasts and the
stiffened nipples. She became more
aroused as I continued caressing her
firm breasts with my open palms
through the thin fabric.
Suddenly June stopped and firmly
commanded me, "Get into bed, but
get out of your shirt and jeans quickly!
And shut that open door!" Within
seconds I had undressed to my bikini
underpants and I slipped under the
bedclothes to cuddle up close to her
warm body. She was wearing a short,
silky nightdress, but with nothing
underneath that. As we carried on
with our French kissing my hands
wandered up and down her body,
found the large opening at the front
of her nightdress and so there was
lots of skin to skin contact. Softly I
caressed the ridges and valleys of her
spine. Then my hands moved around
her waist, gently trailed down her soft
belly, but as soon as my finger tips
made contact with her triangle of crisp
pubic hair... June gasped and she
pulled off my underpants to release
my rigid cock, and then she rolled me
on top of her. She took a firm grip of
my stiff penis to make sure that it was
nestled in between her pubic lips. And
she gently stroked it up and down her
moist slit, and then she cupped both
her hands under my buttocks to firmly
pull me into the wet, wonderful,
warmth of her tunnel of love. The
pleasure was extremely intense, so I
penetrated her very slowly and then
withdrew just as slowly, lingering to
enjoy the feeling of her slippery pubic
lips on the swollen head of my cock.
And then I plunged back in again and
again and again, until I set up a
steady rhythm. She began to breathe
very deeply and she started panting
with excitement. Soon a rapid quiver
took control of all her muscles and
she had an orgasm with some low
moans. Her internal muscles gripped
and relaxed steadily as my sexual
excitement peaked with a groan. As
my cock became limp it slipped out of
her pussy, so I rolled beside her on
the wide double bed and stroked her
moist skin - as I cooled down and my
rapid heartbeat subsided. My hand
stroked her curly intimate hair and
then slid into her wet pubic lips, but I
did not give much stimulating
attention to her clitoris that was like a
hard, little button. That long night was
filled with new discoveries about
female anatomy and sexual reactions,
as I was very carefully guided by June
with her subtle control of my sexual
body. Sometime in the early hours of
the morning I returned to my empty
bed alone. Now I was no longer in the
novice class!
The following nights were planned by
June with some foresight. Instructions
were given to come to her bedroom
with only my sleeping shorts and an
alarm clock, so that we could wake up
early enough in the following morning
for me to put my sleeping shorts back
on and leave quietly... before there
was any chance of her daughters
waking and finding me in the main
bedroom - instead of their own father.
Each night June would greet me by
waiting in her double bed in a variety
of brief satin and lace undergarments,
so that I had the grand pleasure of
slowly undressing her, without
dimming the bedside lights - before
her naked body was fully revealed to
me - to be admired with my eyes, my
hands, my fingers and my tongue. On
the final night before June's husband
returned home from his trip we both
agreed that we needed a full night of
sleep, as we were both feeling
shagged out! We retired to our beds
at opposite end of the house.
For almost a year I continued to have
sex with June at some unusual times
and in some fairly unusual places...
Usually June and her husband would
retire to bed fairly early most nights.
As they departed down the passage
towards the main bedroom she
would turn back and whisper to me,
"Do not you dare fall off to sleep! Just
wait and I will come to you soon!" She
told me, much later, that she would
make the excuse to her husband that
it was her monthly period, so she
would masturbate him, or give him a
blowjob. Then she would roll over,
pretend to sleep and wait until she
was certain that he was deeply asleep
- and maybe even was snoring. Only
then would she very quietly walk
down the long passage to my room
and we would start our real midnight
fun... My single bed was rather
narrow, so we had sex on two
blankets thrown to the carpet beside
the bed, and often her legs would be
draped over my shoulders for
maximum penetration. Making love
on the floor was essential because the
old metal bed frame, with metal
springs, made lots of noise and this
noise might have alerted her
daughters, or even worse, her
husband, who was right down the
passage in the main bedroom.
We would make love on either of the
lounge sofas, and we used a small
orange towel to mop up our mixed
juices that had stained the fabric of a
valuable antique sofa on one careless
night of passion. In another location,
we used cushions to soften the
hardness of the table on the
verandah, or we just stood against the
cool wall and ground our genitals
together until usually I whispered,
"Enough! Please stop now!"
Very early one cool morning June
silently slipped into my bed while it
was still pitch dark and I was deep in
sleep. Her warm hands burrowed
under the blanket until she located
my limp cock, but she stroked it into
being hot and hard, then she quietly
masturbated me while I slipped my
fingers into her wet pussy lips. In
minutes I had shot sticky white sperm
over her breasts, which she called the
best massage cream! We both
enjoyed it when she held my cock
firmly and rubbed the tip on her stiff
pink nipples. Soon I was left
breathless and, just as silently as she
had arrived, she left my bedroom.
Later that same morning I just
thought that I had been having a
post-teenage wet dream! Early
morning wake-up sex was an
irregular feature as we could not plan
it ahead of time.
One evening I arrived back at the
house after dark and found just the
front door lights switched on, with the
rest of the house appearing to be in
total darkness. But, when I stepped
into the entrance hall I found that
some weak light was coming out of
the dining room. So I stepped
through the doorway and I saw that
the big room was illuminated by many
burning candles... and June was sitting
on the wide, recessed shelf that was
part of the bay window. She was
wearing one of my shirts buttoned at
the navel and this shirt barely covered
the lace G-string underneath it! We
shared a warm welcoming kiss and
she said, "I am sure that you would
like some of your favorite sweet rose
wine." Then she leaned backwards
and poured a little chilled wine from
her glass over her breasts and into
her navel, so that I had to lick it off
her warm body. She shivered with
pleasure as my tongue softly touched
her very sensitive areas and June
promptly reached forward to remove
my jeans and my underwear quickly,
so that she had control of my rigid
penis. We had a couple of hours of
sweaty bliss rolling around on the
dining room carpet playing "Hide the
Sausage" (you do know what I
mean!!). June told me that her
husband had gone out to a lengthy
business meeting followed by a
dinner, with his promises not to
return before midnight! June
promptly organized things so that
both her daughters would sleep over
with their grandmother as a special
treat. Thus the coast was clear for the
two of us to enjoy some recreational
sex!
Sometimes I fetched June from the
rehearsal session for her next show in
the local theatre - but while driving
back home June would lean across to
stroke my crotch to arouse me, then
put my hand high up on her smooth
thighs, and suddenly quickie sex
would became our prime target! We
would park in the cold, dark pine
forests nearby and climb into the
wide back seat of my trusty, white car
and we would bounce away happily
until the car's suspension springs
were rattling and the car windows
were totally misted up. Nearly an hour
later we would tiptoe into the family
home...both feeling warm and well
satisfied!
June worked as the personal secretary
in a quiet office in the city and when
her boss was out on the road, or had
flown to another city, she would invite
me in to visit her at her workplace.
Once I had arrived she would lock the
outer door, switch off the neon lights
and then she took me into the boss's
office, where she was always cautious
to close all the venetian blinds, as
other office blocks might see our fun
activities. She would sit on the
wooden desk while we kissed and
caressed, then she slipped off her
blue lace trimmed bikini underwear
and she helped me out of my jeans
and underpants. Her hand stroked my
stiff cock once or twice, she used her
thumb to spread some drops of
lubrication on my dark purple cock
head, and then she pulled me firmly
into position right between her silky
thighs, so that we started up the basic
rhythm of creation. Just moments
before I ejaculated I picked June up
off the desk and lowered her gently
onto the carpet without losing my
penetration. And with a couple of
quick, deep strokes I was done! Her
legs were wrapped around my thighs
and buttocks to aid my deeper
penetration. The reclining leather
chair in the inner office proved to be
just too much of an athletic feat for
June to use for our sexual contacts.
But, her boss never knew just what
sexual feats we had performed on
top of his desk!
Another place for our sexual
meetings was the dark workshop at
the back of the main house. We
started kissing while standing upright,
but once June had slipped off her
cotton panties and had assisted me
out of my jeans she would lead me to
a small, but padded bench. There I
would sit comfortably while she
settled herself on my hard cock and
then she proceeded to ride me
bouncing like a bareback horse rider
at a brisk trot. The delightful up and
down motion soon had us over the
top and I shot long squirts of warm
sperm high up into her vagina as June
moaned into my ears of her
pleasures.
On most Saturday afternoons June's
husband played golf, so June would
leave her two daughters with the
grandmother for at least three hours
and she could return home alone to
enjoy some frisky, recreational sex
with me... in her double bed, on the
lounge floor with a soft blanket, or
crushed into my narrow single bed.
When I walked into the main
bedroom to find June wearing her see
through night dress, and with nothing
underneath it, it meant an instant
arousal for me and the very rapid
penetration of her sweet pussy. Two
or three times June wanted us to try
sex "doggie style", but for some
reason she would collapse flat on her
stomach and I would lose my deep
penetration of her slippery tunnel, so
that my cock came out of her pussy
with a pop like a champagne cork!
This resulted in some giggles from
June.
One sunny afternoon we drove into
the pine tree forest nearby, once I had
scouted out a secluded area. We had
carried my sleeping bag which was
unrolled over the pine needles. June
kissed me deeply before she slipped
off her red panties, but she refused to
undress any further out in the open,
in case a cross country hiker might
discover us. All I wanted was to caress
her conical breasts and get my lips on
her hard, pink nipples. In a flash I had
undressed, so we got busy in the
traditional missionary position and
very soon my cock felt her strong
vaginal muscles grip and relax
regularly, so my sperm was "milked"
out of me very quickly. We cuddled
and kissed while June continued
stroking my penis gently and cupped
my ball sac with her other hand.
Minutes later I rolled back on top of
her, slipped back into her fur framed
pussy and we pumped away furiously,
which really gave both of us some
fresh satisfaction and new grins! The
outdoor setting was a strong stimulus
for us, as all our senses were
heightened by the chance of being
discovered, but we did not return to
that forest when cold winter winds
intensified.
The parking garage for June's car was
an old building, behind the family
house, that had been converted from
a stable and had housed horses
maybe twenty years earlier. The loft
above the garage had a shallow
scattering of fine straw on a hard
wooden floor. June enjoyed taking a
blanket up into the loft with some
scented massage oils, once she had
gathered the straw into the corner
that was warmed by the sunshine
coming through a high double
window. June would wear a soft
raincoat and often just a red lace
bikini. This setting enabled us to start
with a sensual massage of each other,
while getting the benefit of the sun's
rays, but any sexual stimulation
sooner or later led to our clothing
being flung into corners of the loft as I
climbed on top of her and we rolled
around in a bed of straw.
Often we would finish our Saturday
afternoon trysts together by climbing
into a shallow, but warm bath and
soap each other down. Then we
would dry each other using the same
towel and share some gentle laughter
before we had to assume our usual
roles.
As three adults sharing the large
house we had some good social times
that cool winter, which was helped
along by regular bottles of fine Cape
wine. We often sat around the wood
burning fireplace and we played strip
poker, which was settled by the roll of
four dice. A few times we were joined
by another couple, or one or two
single ladies, so that there was always
lots of things to talk about - or some
interesting new things to view! Of
course, the subject of first time sex
was bandied about with everyone
sharing their stories! I guess that I
must have downplayed my first time
sexual experience. One long holiday
weekend June and her husband hired
a holiday home, near miles of white
sandy beaches and about four hours
by road from the city. So they insisted
that I join the family and, of course, I
had to bring a friend. At this time I
had been developing a friendship
with Lynnette who was a British,
honey-blonde bombshell with deep
blue eyes (and who incidentally had a
pair of breasts that were an
outstanding asset above her slim
waist). Lynnette was delighted to have
a holiday with the family group.
The first night at the seaside home we
enjoyed a leisurely meal, with wine
flowing, at the fireside. We played
strip poker for a couple of hours until
after midnight when everyone started
to yawn and we all headed for our
bedrooms. Lynnette shared a smallish
bedroom with me that had two single
beds (while June's two young girls
shared another bedroom). In the
darkness she changed into her night
wear and slipped into her bed while I
undressed. Then Lynnette asked for a
good night kiss, so I sat on her bed
and we chatted. The chaste goodnight
kiss turned passionate and she
enjoyed the attention of my lips and
tongue that brushed over her lips and
ears. My hands soon wandered down
her arms, across her ribs and finally I
could cup her firm, full breasts tipped
with stone hard nipples. Her
wandering hands caressed my chest,
rib cage and thighs. When her hand
found the rigid cock that was dying for
some attention, she freed it from its
cotton prison, her soft, warm hand
gripped it firmly and she began a slow
sensual up and down motion. Within
a few minutes of her skillful
manipulations my cock had spurted
long jets across the floor. She enjoyed
the slow brush of my hand down her
flat stomach, a gentle tickle in her
belly button, some light touches on
her pubic curls and, at last, the tiny
button of her clit that was slippery and
moist to my light touches. Then
suddenly Lynnette whispered, "Sorry,
but no further tonight. It is my bad
time of the month."
Just at that moment we both heard
June and her husband were making
love in the main bedroom nearby.
Lynnette and I both paused in the
mutual pleasuring of our bodies as
the sounds made by the other couple
echoed through the silent, dark
house. And their sex was so noisy that
we easily heard June's husband made
deep grunts as he came - and then
moments later June had her
prolonged orgasm with loud moans,
groans and panting. Lynnette
chuckled with me at the sounds of
their sex as silence soon returned to
the house, but within minutes we
were asleep in our separate beds.
Walking on the sandy beach the next
morning with June, she laughed with
me that my holiday weekend had
been spoilt by the "poor timing" of
the arrival of Lynnette's monthly
period at the start of the weekend.
Apparently Lynnette had asked June if
she had any tampons or sanitary
towels while we unpacked the cars
soon after we had arrived at the
beachside destination. Also, June
admitted to me that she had been
very vocal during sex with her
husband during the night - knowing
that we could hear them in action and
fully aware that I would be sexually
frustrated!
The next couple of nights were
repeated in a very similar pattern
during that short holiday weekend.
And most unfortunately, Lynnette
admitted to being homesick and she
returned to England within three
weeks of our holiday together.
June never had the pleasure of being
told by me that she had been an
excellent teacher without the
excessive use of words, just lots of
action...