I was a Catholic-school boy, and we never spoke of sex, not at school, not at home.

I had five sisters and never even saw a box of pads or tampons. Oh sure, I used words like fuck, pussy, cock and hard-on, but I never knew what they meant.

I had a paper route, and strange as it may sound, it became such a part of my routine — and maybe also because of my relationship with the people I delivered to — that I kept it up through high school. After I turned 18, my parents agreed that I should give it up.

The whole time I had my route, every Friday I collected from my customers, and there was one I especially enjoyed seeing, a knock-out who usually answered the door in a mini-bikini. I was always wild to see Colleen, then left with a hard-on I had to take care of in my bedroom — where my entire sex life happened, between me and my right hand.

On my last collection Friday, when I rang Colleen’s bell I told her this would be my last time delivering her paper and starting tomorrow she would have a new delivery person. I started telling her how much I had enjoyed delivering her paper and how much I always looked forward to seeing her every Friday, and she got this serious look and started looking me up and down like a piece of meat. “I’m so sorry to lose you, Tim,” she said. “Would you give me a second?” And with that she disappeared!

A minute or two later I heard her call, “You want to come in here, Tim?” I followed her voice and found myself in her bedroom. My eyes popped out when I saw that she’d changed into an even smaller bikini, really just bits of cloth held in place by tiny threads. Her breasts were barely covered — her nipples were plainly visible pushing through. Her buttocks were barely covered, with a camel-toe indentation bulging out of the front.

I was so sheltered that I felt not just wildly excited but also guilty just for looking. Since I was unable to speak, it’s a good thing she did, saying, “I hope you like what you see, Tim. A handsome hunk like you must be used to having women throw themselves at you.”

I said, “Uh, r-r-right.”

“Would you like to see me naked?” she asked.

I was so astonished by seeing her so near naked, it took me a moment to realize there was more to see! I managed to say yes. For sure, I never wanted anything more in my life!

Colleen turned her back to me and asked me to unclip her bikini top. When she turned around, her voluptuous breasts were just about in my face — plump, round, firm, with big brown nipples. My erection was raging so, I thought it was going to bust through my gym shorts. I put my hands over my crotch to hide it, but it was pretty obvious.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “You should be proud of such a big package.” She asked me to untie the sides of the thong bikini bottom, so I bent down to do it, and when it fell to the floor I was face-to-face with her pussy. I was floored to see her bush and get a whiff of the perfume of her secret garden.

I leaned forward to smell it more, sure that my erection would bust through my shorts. Red-faced, I stood up and tried again to hide it. She clamped a hand over it and said, “So what do you think?” I couldn’t speak. She rubbed my dick through my shorts and asked if I wanted to do anything. I practically whispered, “Can I kiss your nipples?” She unhanded my crotch, then cupped her tits and served them to my mouth. Though my head was spinning, I kissed them and sucked on them.

Colleen had her head tilted back and voiced a small “ah.” I stepped back, and she said, “Okay, now let me see you naked.” In a second I was standing naked in front of her with my rod, sticking straight out.

She said, “Whatever I do to you, you do to me.” I nodded. She knelt in front of me and kissed my belly button, then worked slowly down to my pubic hair. She inhaled deeply, then opened her mouth, grabbed my ass and pulled my cock in deep. I thought I would die!

Her head went back and forth, swallowing the tip all the way down. She choked as her lips pressed my pubic hair. Startled, I asked if she was all right. She nodded. She took her mouth off my throbbing dick and lay down on her bed, then said, “Now come and suck on my nipples again.”

I didn’t know what the hell was happening! I bent over Colleen and kissed and sucked her while her body moved in all directions. She said, “Get on top of me,” and put her hands on my head and pushed my head downward. I continued to kiss every expanse of flesh my mouth encountered.

I felt her legs spread apart and felt the hair of her pussy on my lower lip. She spread her legs wider, and while pushing and pulling my mouth on her vagina whispered, “Keep licking!”

I kissed her pussy, and the aroma was like a magnet to my mouth. I buried my nose in her, then kissed, licked and stuck my tongue in her. Squirming and moaning, she pushed my head harder into her. I thought my dick, dangling like a stick of dynamite between my legs, would explode. She took hold of her knees, pulled them up and spread them wide, and shouted, “Put it in me! Put it in me!”

I hadn’t even had much access to porn, so I really didn’t know what I was doing, but I thrust and buried my eight inches in her. She gasped, then threw her head back and pushed her pussy up, shouting, “Ohmygod, what a beautiful cock!”

By now Mother Nature had taken control of me, and I pumped and pushed until I was on the verge of losing control. As Colleen wriggled, her inner muscles squeezed my dick and I pounded her harder. I told her I felt something starting to come out, and she cried,

“Hold it in!”

She rolled over and parted her butt cheeks, showing me a beautiful, tightly closed brown hole. “Lick it!” she said. “Put your tongue in it! Spit in it!” Before I knew what was happening, I was pushing my dick in her ass! It was so tight that I had to push really hard.

She was shouting now. I pushed in until my dick was in up to the hilt, and kept on pushing. Colleen shouted, “Take it out! Take it out!” As soon as it was out, she said to put it back in. By now I knew what to do. I pushed in and out, harder and deeper. She rolled over and said,

“Now really give it to me!”

I was seconds away from ejaculating. I rammed her pussy harder and harder. She yelled words I couldn’t make out. I cried, “I can’t hold it anymore. It hurts!” She said, “Let it go!”

My dick erupted inside her, and orgasm swept over her. My cock kept spurting in her pussy, which tightened on me like a vise, and her hands dug into my back. After an eternity it ended, and I pulled out. She sat on the edge of her bed, looked at me and said, “I got your cherry. I hope you’ll keep coming on Fridays, making this kind of delivery. Now I’ll be collecting from you!”

I got dressed, picked up my paper bag, wiped the pussy juice off my face and left. I only wished the next day would be Friday!