Standing at the front door of the clapboard house, I lifted my hand to knock. Before I could, the door swung open, and a woman peered out at me, her expression wary. 

"Hello!" I said in my most cheerful voice. Though it was mid-March, the afternoon held a damp chill that threatened rain. I was dressed in a button-down shirt and cords (no jeans! the youth pastor had said), but my teeth had already started to chatter, and I wished I'd worn a heavier coat. The woman looked ready to close the door in my face at any second, so I rushed on. "My name is Alex. How are you today?"

She made a noncommittal sound while brushing several springy brown curls back from her face. It was then that I noticed her nails were painted sunshine-yellow, which seemed a surprising choice for a woman who was probably in her late thirties. 

Taking a deep breath, I managed to hold my smile in place. "Our church is planning a mission trip for this summer, and if you have just a few minutes, I'd love to tell you about it."

The corner of the woman's mouth lifted in a wry smile. "Why? So you can ask me for money?"

Her bluntness threw me off balance. "Well, a small donation would certainly be appreciated."

She stepped out on the porch, forcing me to back up a little. The cold didn't seem to faze her in the least. While she had on a long-sleeved black shirt, the neckline plunged so low that it revealed plenty of cleavage. The fabric was snug across her pendulous breasts, and after sneaking a few glances at them, I guessed she wasn't wearing a bra.

The woman gave me a stern look. "Are you one of those boys who likes to give my son a hard time at school?"

I knew who her son was; we'd been on the same bus route before I started driving to and from school. The guy was quiet and brooding, never willing to participate in class. "No, ma'am," I answered honestly. "In fact, if he's home right now, I'd appreciate the chance to talk to you both."

"He ain't here," she said flatly. "He's at his girlfriend's, so it's just me you can talk to. But come on in. You look like you're about to freeze."

"Thanks so much!" 

As she turned to go back inside, I noticed her nipples had grown hard. Without a bra supporting her breasts, those stiff peaks pointed downward slightly. Following her into the living room, I caught the smell of cigarette smoke, and though I tried not to stare, I discovered that her jeans hugged her bottom like a second skin.  

"Have a seat," she told me. "I'm Tammy, by the way."

"It's wonderful to meet you, Tammy." I took off my coat and then quickly moved to sit on the couch. All the while, I struggled to fight back a surge of anxiety. Only a few people had invited me inside today, and they weren't at all like Tammy. An elderly lady had given me twenty dollars to help fund the mission trip, and then she'd asked me to pray with her. I couldn't imagine Tammy doing such a thing.

"You want a drink?" she asked while reaching for a can of soda on the coffee table. 

"Thanks, but I'm fine."

She took a swig before setting the can back down. "You want a smoke?" Now she retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. 

"No, ma'am. I don't smoke."

Tammy lit a cigarette, then took a deep drag while regarding me. "How old are you, anyway?"

"I turned eighteen in January."

She nodded once before closing the distance between us. I expected her to sit at my side, but instead, she leaned to grab her soda again. In the process, she thrust her curvy bottom toward me. Though I knew it was sinful, I couldn't help but blatantly stare. When she stood upright once more, she seemed to tower over me. I was a couple inches shy of six feet tall, and Tammy was only a little shorter.

Finally, she sank down on the couch, cigarette in hand. "Go on and tell me about your mission trip."

My short, dark hair was tousled from the wind, and I tried to discreetly smooth down the mussed strands as I spoke. More than once, I had to remind myself to look at Tammy's face and not at her breasts.

At one point, she held up a hand to stop me. "Just a second, sweetie."

I stiffened in surprise when Tammy leaned toward me, then practically draped herself across my lap. Watching her grab an ashtray from the end table near my side of the couch, I choked out, "I could have gotten that for you."

Tammy held the cigarette aloft, away from us both. While she wriggled in my lap, my stare settled on her butt. To my horror, I felt myself growing hard.

Sitting back up, Tammy told me to continue, but by that point, my train of thought had scattered in all directions. As a result of Tammy's movements, her shirt now revealed even more of her breasts. It would take only a slight tug on that fabric to expose one of them completely. 

And of course, she caught me looking. "See something you like?" Her smile was sly and knowing.

"No—I mean, I wasn't... I'm sorry!" My face burned from embarrassment, and I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants.

"Nothing wrong with looking." Tammy scooted even closer so that her thigh was pressed against mine. "Nothing wrong with feeling, either."

I sucked in a sharp breath upon hearing her words. My erection was strengthening by the second, and I sensed that Tammy knew exactly the effect she had on me. Keeping my stare riveted to her hands, and that bright yellow polish, I said, "I think you're a beautiful lady, but it would be a sin for me to... to do what you're suggesting."

Her smile never faded as she put out the cigarette and then set the ashtray aside. When she turned to face me, her pale blue eyes held a challenge. "But you've been thinking about my tits, haven't you, Alex?"

I tried to lower my head, but Tammy grabbed me by the chin and made me look at her. "Haven't you?" she repeated, more insistent now.

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered. 

She seemed pleased with my answer. Pleased enough to lift her shirt and expose her breasts to me. I released a needy moan at the sight. Her pink areolas and nipples were large, leading me to wonder how much of them I could take in my mouth.

Cupping her breasts in her hands, Tammy held them out to me like a gift. "Go on and feel them," she coaxed. "I want you to."

I knew it was wrong, and that my parents and pastor would be terribly disappointed, but I couldn't resist. With trembling fingers, I grazed her nipples. She let out a little squeal at my touch. "Oh, your hands are cold, sweetheart! Maybe I need to warm you up."

Tammy proceeded to slide onto my lap and straddle me. Horny as I already was, I made no attempt to stop her. Even when she pulled off her shirt, I could only protest weakly, "Someone might catch us."

"My son won't be home till tonight," she replied. "No one will know." 

I didn't have a chance to say anything else before Tammy thrust those breasts in my face, smothering me in their soft heat. Somehow, my lips found a nipple and latched on.

"Yes, Alex, suck my tits!" she breathed. "That gets me so wet!"

I was painfully hard, my erection aching to be free of my pants. Unable to control myself, I began bucking my hips. My lustful movements made Tammy giggle. "You are certainly ready to know a woman in the Biblical sense, aren't you?"

Once she lifted off of me a little, I could easily thrust upward. Seeing as how I'd never done anything more than kiss, all the stimulation proved too much for me. I let Tammy's nipple escape my lips in order to pant, "I need to stop. I'm already..." I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was dangerously close to coming in my pants.

But Tammy must have known, for her grin was downright wicked as she began grinding against me. When I begged for mercy, she merely guided her nipple back to my mouth. I was still fiercely suckling at the moment my body betrayed me in the most humiliating way. Beneath Tammy, I shuddered and groaned, inundated by relief as well as shame.

I hadn't stopped shaking when Tammy lowered her lips to my hair. "Shh, it's okay," she soothed. "Nothing wrong with getting excited." Though I refused to meet her stare, she went on in that same gentle voice. "Tell you what, Alex. If you take out your cock, I'll get you nice and clean."

I might have just come, but I remained stubbornly hard. When Tammy eased off my lap, I hurried to do what she said. My penis was coated in semen, and of course, the mess was all in my underwear. She knelt on the couch beside me, her breasts swaying back and forth. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and licked me clean, just as she'd promised. The sensation was so pleasurable that it sent a tremor through my body. 

And then she took my tip in her mouth and began eagerly sucking. I stared down at her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. A pitiful whimper escaped me, but I was too far gone to be embarrassed. Tammy set about stroking me, using spit and cum for lubrication, and the feel of her cupping my balls had my hips moving frantically again. I feared she would be upset at me thrusting deeper into her mouth, yet she only made an encouraging sound.

"This is so wrong," I whispered. 

Tammy lifted her head, her hand still pumping away. "No, it's not, baby," she assured me. "Now just let yourself enjoy it. It's been a while since I've given head. God, I've missed this!"

I slumped back against the couch, moaning all the while. My penis was close to average in length, and Tammy effortlessly took me deep. Part of my mind refused to believe that my cockhead was buried in this woman's throat!

I was surprised at how loud and messy the blowjob was. The slurping and sucking noises, along with an occasional choking sound just before Tammy pulled off... all of it fueled my arousal until I was ready to come again. "Tammy, wait, I'm close!"

She sat up, wiping at her lips. Her smile bordered on triumphant. "I know you believe you're not supposed to lie with a woman till you're married," she murmured. "But you don't have to lie with me, Alex. We can fuck standing up."

My mouth dropped open. What we'd already done was sinful enough, but now she wanted to take my virginity, too? I knew I should leave right then and there. As soon as I stepped outside, my mind would clear and my lust would dissipate.

But my cock was hard and pulsing from Tammy's incredible mouth, and I wanted, more than anything, to find out how another hole of hers felt. 

As if the matter was already settled, Tammy climbed from the couch and unbuttoned her jeans. In seconds, she had them lowered, and I discovered she wasn't wearing panties, either. The sight of her sex, with thick, dark curls covering her mound, drew me to my feet as well. 

Standing at the side of the couch, Tammy leaned over its arm. "Come on, you bad boy," she said in a guttural voice. "Get over here and fuck me."

All reason left me then; I was on her in an instant. My hands shook violently while I tugged my pants and underwear farther down. The day's chill had disappeared entirely, only to be replaced by a nearly unbearable heat in that room. Sweat dampened my hairline and tickled the nape of my neck.

Cock in hand, I fumbled and swore. Finally, I lined up my tip with Tammy's entrance. "Fuck, yes, right there!" she purred. "Take my pussy, Alex. Show me just how bad you can be!"

Instead of filling me with remorse, her calling me a bad boy only made me wilder to fuck. Still, my first thrust was tentative, and I was surprised at how easily I glided inside. She was so hot and wet! Again and again, her muscles gripped me. The sensation was enough to make my eyes roll. 

It was then that I surrendered to my body's instinctual urge, rutting away until both Tammy and I were crying out. She worked a hand between her thighs. "That's it, give it to me hard!" she demanded through clenched teeth.

Knowing she was playing with her pussy while I drove my dick inside her made my balls tighten. "I'm gonna come soon!" I warned. It was maddening, being so close to orgasm once again. I was desperate to last, especially since I'd come before.

Tammy shook in my grasp, forcing me to hold her hips even more firmly. Staring down between us, I watched my slick cock claim her at a brutal pace. By some miracle, I lasted until she let out a low scream, her body drawn taut beneath my hands.

Releasing a fervent grunt, I came hard while buried inside her pussy. She mewled with pleasure, seeming to delight in me filling her with my seed. All the while, her muscles contracted around me. I never dreamed it would feel that way when a woman climaxed! No wonder people so readily sinned for this. 

Moments later, I reluctantly pulled out. Before I could reach for Tammy, she eased upright and turned to face me. Weaving her fingers through my hair, she gave me a kiss that made my breath stop. Even my heart might have stopped for several seconds. That kiss, full of tongue, tasted of smoke and sugar. And I swore it also tasted of my cum.

Now that Tammy had made me climax twice, and had also taken my virginity in the process, my conscience started gnawing at me. I was quiet while pulling up my pants, and as Tammy did the same, I couldn't look at her. It was only after she'd put on her shirt and retrieved my coat from the back of the couch that I met her eyes.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say.

Her gaze was full of both pity and affection. "Don't be sorry, baby. I really needed that, and I think you were plenty ready for it, too." I watched as she withdrew a ten-dollar bill from her purse. "For your mission trip," she said. "It's all I can spare right now."

I tried to refuse the money; it didn't feel right to take it after what we'd done. But she insisted. When I reached for the cash, she grabbed my wrist with surprising force. "If you say a word about this to anyone—"

"I promise I won't," I said. "What we just did was wrong."

Tammy raised an eyebrow. "But you'd do it again if I gave you half a chance, wouldn't you?"

I stared down at my shoes, unwilling to admit the truth. And I certainly wasn't going to lie. 

Slipping an arm around my waist, Tammy walked me to the door. "Come by next Saturday about this time." When she leaned closer, I made no move to pull away. Instead, I let her suckle my earlobe. In seconds, she had my cock twitching yet again. "You can tell me more about your mission trip," she whispered, "and I can put your faith to the test."