Chook and My Close Relationship

Chook and I had been inseparable since childhood, our families treating us like part of the family, making us feel right at home in each other’s houses.

We’d played our share of sex games with the local girls, but Chook was still a virgin, and I’d only managed to get half way through sex twice. I’d hurt my girlfriend by trying to break her hymen, so we’d never completed the act. I guess you could say I wasn’t a virgin, but it felt like it.

After school, we’d often flop down at the base of the breakfast bar at Chook’s place, leaning on our school bags, snacking and talking about our day. Our mums knew we’d be together at either our house or theirs, so they never worried about us.

Chook’s mum, Pam, was a petite, energetic woman who never said a bad word about anyone. Everyone liked her, and she was always fit, enjoying tennis and netball. She dressed modestly, but had a great body and a face to match. However, she wasn’t the kind of woman I’d thought of as sexy, at least not until that fateful day.

Chook’s dad, Ben, was a massive, gruff man who rarely spoke. He was a man of habit, and I didn’t know it at the time, but he expected Pam to be freshly showered and naked when he arrived home at 3:55 from the sawmill.

We’d often hang out at Chook’s place, waiting for him to come home around 4:00. One afternoon, as I was leaning on my bag, the phone rang, and Pam rushed out of the shower to answer it. As she leaned across me to reach the phone, her towel opened slightly, giving me a glimpse of her hairy, pink pussy. I was stunned, and my rock-hard boner made a tent in the front of my shorts.

Time seemed to slow down as I stared at Pam’s pussy, and I couldn’t look away. The phone call ended, and she stepped back, noticing the bulge in my shorts. She laughed and poked my erection with her foot, saying, “Looks like someone got an eyeful!” But that one touch was enough to push me over the edge, and I came in my pants, leaving a wet stain on my shorts.

My face turned bright red with embarrassment as Pam stared in shock at the spreading stain. She apologized profusely and dragged me into the bathroom to clean up. As she kneeled in front of me, washing the cum from my groin with warm water, I couldn’t help but stare at her pussy, and it turned me on again.

Pam stopped washing and looked up at my anguished face, a range of emotions crossing her eyes. I started to throb in her hand, and I ached for release. She said, “We better make this quick,” and laid back on the tiles, pulling me down by my penis.

I lost balance and fell forward, Pam guiding my circumcised head into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my bum and pulled me towards her. Although I could feel her warmth and smooth inner lips, she was still dry, so she wet her fingers and slid them inside before pulling me tight again.

This time, I felt myself slide in, and the smooth fleshy feeling took me over the edge again, before I’d even gotten all the way in. The feeling was incredible, and I started pounding away, lost in my orgasm, as Pam positively purred with pleasure.

As I finally laid still, Pam exclaimed, “Oh my god, what have I done?” and started pleading, “You can’t tell anyone about this. Promise me. Promise me.” In a rare moment of future thinking, I said, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to destroy any chance of this happening again.”

Pam was about to speak when we heard Ben’s car pull into the driveway. We both jumped up quickly, and she grabbed a clean pair of knickers from the towel rail, telling me to put them on while she fished out a dirty pair of Chook’s shorts from the washing basket.

She headed for the bedroom, saying, “We’ll talk tomorrow.” I quickly dressed and flushed the toilet before heading to the breakfast bar to wait for Chook.

As I waited, I heard Pam moaning and groaning in the bedroom. Chook arrived home a bit later, and as Pam and Ben headed for the bathroom, Pam beamed a big smile at me from her flushed and sweaty face. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring.

As I walked home, the feeling of Pam’s satin feel panties made me hard again, and I thought about my penis being close to where her pussy had been. I managed to hold on until my bedroom, where I lost control and shot another wad of cum into Pam’s panties.

Twice more that night, I jerked off into the panties before I could get to sleep. The next day, my dick alternated between being hard as a rock with lust and trying to hide in my guts in fear.

I hesitantly made my way to Chook’s house, and Pam was waiting for me, handing me back my freshly washed shorts and underwear. I admitted I couldn’t bring her panties back, as I’d made a mess in them on the way home.

Pam laughed, and the ice seemed to break. We chatted like always, and I asked her if Ben had found out, as I’d heard the unusual moaning and groaning the day before. She explained that Ben was very big and didn’t go in for foreplay, but my cum had lubricated her, making it pleasurable for her.

Pam said she’d had one of her rare orgasms, and Ben had been impressed, saying, “That was awesome, whatever you’re doing, keep it up!” She was in two minds about it, worried that I might blurt it out to one of my friends, but I reassured her that I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize our chance of getting together again.

Pam laughed and said, “I bet you’ve been horny all day, haven’t you?” She explained about Blue Balls and then said, “Well, come on then, we better fix that.” She took me into the lounge and laid back in a chair, asking me to give her a little lick to get her wet before slipping my dick in.

We only had five minutes, and I was hesitant at first, but found the taste and smell nice. After a couple of deep licks, I was hard with lust, and before she could say anything, I slipped my stiffie in right to the hilt and started pounding away like mad.

I came straight away, still going slow, enjoying the feeling. Then I stiffened again, picked up the pace, and came again, just two minutes later. Pam was amazed, shaking her head and laughing, saying, “You boys sure don’t take long to recover.”

Ben arrived, and I quickly pulled up my shorts, as Pam headed for the bedroom. I listened to the moans and groans as Pam had another earth-shattering orgasm, impaled on Ben’s huge member, with a bit of help from little old me.

Over the next year, we continued our trysts most weekday afternoons, usually just a cum dump, but Pam seemed to gain a great amount of pleasure from just pleasing me. Occasionally, we’d have a proper session, where she’d teach me what she liked and how to last longer.

One afternoon, as she was peeling spuds behind the breakfast bar, I slipped around on the floor in front of her and started licking her pussy, all of a sudden, one of the tennis ladies poked her head through the open rear door and started chatting to Pam, not noticing that I was under her towel.

I mischievously started licking her again and sucking on her clit, and Pam was getting really wet and fidgeting, trying to keep a calm voice. She was hopping from one foot to the other, thinking I’d gone too far, but when the other lady asked if she was alright, Pam replied, “I’m just dying to go to the toilet, and Ben will be home soon, do you mind if we chat later?”

The lady had barely cleared the door before Pam squatted down, pulling down my shorts, and impaling herself on my rampant prick, saying, “Don’t… you… ever… do… that… again” as she rubbed back and forth in a huge orgasm, with me joining her a split second later.

Another memorable time was when I was staying over, and Pam had fallen asleep on the lounge. I slipped down behind her, spooning her under the blanket, and giving her a nudge, but she dozed off again. I slipped my prick out of my shorts and started rubbing it against her bum crack until I got pretty close to cumming.

Bugger it, I thought, and wet the red throbbing head of my prick, lifting her light summer dress up at the back, moving her panties to one side, and slowly inserting myself in her. I slowly moved in and out until I was all the way in and had a gentle orgasm, soaking in the warm feeling.

I was soon hard again and kept up a nice slow pace, really enjoying a long-lasting fuck for a change.

Pam’s soft whisper, “that’s nice,” danced in the air mere moments before I succumbed to another wave of pleasure. I lingered, savoring the sensation, as I slid my semi-hard dick in and out of her for several minutes. The tension built once more, and I picked up the pace, Pam’s moans a symphony of delight as she crested the peak before me.

As morning broke, I found myself still entwined with Pam, a morning erection refusing to subside. She slept on, oblivious to my gentle movements, but soon she stirred, her soft moans and slow, languid strokes a testament to her own growing pleasure.

My climax was a gentle thing, but Pam held me close, slowing her movements as she waited for me to harden once more. It was a delicate dance, one that seemed to be reaching its crescendo, when Ben’s sudden entrance shattered the tranquility. The blanket was ripped from our entwined bodies, and Ben’s cheery “get up, sleepy head” hung in the air, a stark contrast to the intense moment we’d shared.

Pam’s body stiffened, her grip on me a reminder that, despite our moment of connection, we were still very much aware of our surroundings. We were, in fact, still dressed, and Ben merely assumed we were sharing a tender moment. It wasn’t until Ben had departed, and Pam was pulling the blanket over me, that I realized my softening prick had slipped back up into my shorts.

Pam sat up, her eyes still heavy with sleep, as Ben walked back into the room. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked, her voice a gentle accusation. Ben’s reply, “I did,” was met with a skeptical glance from Pam, and I hastily added my own voice, “I gave her a nudge before I fell asleep myself.”

The tension between us lingered, a palpable undercurrent that ebbed and flowed throughout the next few days. It wasn’t until Pam confronted me, her words laced with a mix of anger and hurt, that I realized the gravity of our situation.

“We agreed it would only happen before Ben got home in the afternoons,” she said, her voice a gentle rebuke. “I feel like I’ve done something wrong, like I’ve betrayed him in some way.” Her words cut deep, a reminder that, despite our passion, we were still bound by the constraints of our relationship.

As the days turned into weeks, our frequency began to wane, and eventually, we stopped altogether. It was a painful process, one that left me wondering if I’d ever be able to reconnect with Pam on that deep, primal level again.

“Women,” I muttered to myself, a wry smile creeping onto my face. “Who can understand them?” The truth, of course, was that I had no idea, and it was a mystery that would continue to haunt me for years to come.