You think it's not something for a fifteen-year-old boy to have this done to him. Well, man, let me tell you, it is. It's the greatest, ever. That woman nearly drove me smack out of my cotton-pickin' mind, as a cousin of mine from Kentucky always used to say. Man, it was terrific what she did to me then and I'll never forget it, not if I live to be a hundred. I just slumped down on the sofa and let her wail away at me, so to speak. I didn't have to do a damned thing but get my kicks and enjoy it like mad. Lots of guys talk about some chick doing this to them – lots of guys my age, I mean – but I'll bet there aren't many who actually have had it done. I couldn't figure this woman out. Here she had told me that she wanted to go slow, to build the thing up and then all of a sudden she was doing the one thing I probably wanted more than anything else at the moment.
She stopped for a time, long enough to say something. "How you like that, boy?" she asked thickly.
"Wonderful," I breathed. "Don't stop, please."
"Don't intend to. Have to get my breath now and then. Wish you'd hold my tits in your hands, give a good old hard squeeze now and then while I suck you off. I like that."
I reached down, touched her titties and took one in each hand. Boy, did they feel great, all soft and rubbery and hot and – well, hot, that's the word – hot. Man, were they hot. They were so hot they made me even hotter, if that was possible. I pulled on them easily, not wanting to hurt her or anything and she moaned and the next thing I knew was the touch of her hair on my bare thighs. I shivered as I felt those warm lips go about my peter again and I shivered even more when she reached between my legs and tenderly, gently, lifted my balls and held them in her hand. Wow! What a woman she was. I would have given my life for this woman right now. I would have done anything in the world she wanted of me.
"You're very excited, aren't you, boy?" she asked, removing me from her mouth again.
"Y – yes – please don't stop. I'm ready to…"
"You mustn't go off just yet, boy. I'm not ready to receive it. Do you understand?"
"But if you keep – sucking me, how will prevent it, Mrs. Devine?"
"I'll only do it a little at a time. Remember, don't blow till I tell you to. Think you can hold back that much?"
I gasped. What she was asking was just about impossible. "I'll – I'll try, Mrs. Devine – only it feels so good, I don't know if I can hold back."
"You can try, boy, can't you?" She pinched my thigh.
"Ouch!" I cried. "That hurts. But I'll do like you said. I mean, I don't know – but I'll see if I can hold back."
She pinched my flesh again and I winced but didn't cry out. "You're a real nice, young boy, and I like you," she told me. "You just do as I say and we'll get along wonderfully, Tommy."
"Yes," I breathed. "I'll try to do what you want me to."
She didn't pinch me this time but just patted my leg. I felt her hair brushing over my legs again and for the life of me I couldn't help spurting a bit. I guess it must have struck her in the face again, for she laughed tensely and I felt her doing something to her head with her hand, wiping her face probably.
"You're the squirtingest kid I ever saw and, believe me, I've seen quite a few young boys."
"Do you – always pick out guys my age, Mrs. Devine?"
I heard her laugh and it had a nice ring to it. "Whenever I can find a hot one, I do. I can't stand some young boys – they're so Goddamned afraid of Mama and Papa. You don't seem to be that way so much. How about it, Tommy? Are you afraid of your parents?"
"No," I lied. "At least, not too much, kind of, maybe."
"You're smart. It pays to be a bit afraid of them. They're in the driver's seat, you know."
I wasn't too sure I understood her and I wished she would stop all the yakking and get down to business. "Please, Mrs. Devine, can't we…"
"Can't we get on with it? Is that what you were going to say?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I told you not to say that, Tommy. What's the matter with you? Why do you keep saying it? Don't you know I want you to feel equal to me, and if you keep calling me that, I feel – I mean, we'll feel unequal."
"I guess so," I said, not understanding this, either. Not too well, I mean. "I mean I…"
"That's the good boy," she repeated like I was four years old.
"Aren't you gonna do it any more, Mrs. Devine?"
She had gotten to her feet apparently and walked a step or two away. My heart sank and I thought for sure I had made her mad or something, but a moment later I felt her sit down beside me.
"Guess I won't suck you, after all, boy. Guess I'll have you crawl on and stick it into me. How would you like that?"
"I'd like it," I said quickly, and started to crawl on top of her, but she pushed me away.
"Take it easy, kid. I told you before and I'll tell you again. Don't do anything till I say it's okay. Can't you get that through your head?"
"I'm sorry," I said, my heart pounding like mad. "I guess I'm so excited I can't think straight."
"You'd better start thinking straight, boy, or I'll send you packing in a hurry."
"Don't do that," I implored her. "That would drive me nuts."
"I need a drink," she said abruptly. "My nerves are shot."
I didn't say a word, but I knew something had gone wrong, though I hadn't the faintest idea of what it was.
"Too bad you're just a kid," she said harshly. "You could probably use a drink."
"I'll drink a beer," I said quickly.
"You're not getting any beer from me, boy. You go home with beer on your breath and your old man'll want to know who gave it to you. Uhn-uh. No beer for you, Tommy boy."
"Okay," I said, and when she got up from the sofa I tried to grab her. I didn't want her to get up and walk away. I managed to get my arm around one leg and I hung onto it.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing? Let go of my leg. I'll get a drink and be right back."
I had a wild impulse, so I acted on it. Pulling her butt up close to me, I bent my head softly and kissed her there, on the ass. She purred and began to rumple my hair.
"You like kissing, kid?" she asked, rumpling my hair some more.
"I like everything about you, Mrs. Devine. I'm so hot I could…"
"Yeah, you could what, kid?"
"I could – kiss – you anywhere."
She turned around in the darkness and I felt her press her tummy against my face. "Want to kiss it, boy?" she asked softly. "I mean, my butt?"
"I'll kiss anything you've got," I blurted, my heart pounding furiously again.
She laughed and yanked her leg free of my grasp. "Supposing I said kiss my ass, kid. Would you do that?"
I half-grinned. "I guess so. If you really meant it."
"Just sit there for a moment. I'll be right back, Tommy." Her voice had lost its former harshness and I was glad of it. When she had spoken in that manner, I hadn't liked her as much.
She left the room, or at least I thought she did from the sound of her footsteps. She was gone so long I finally began to hunt for a light switch, though I knew, of course, that she didn't want any light turned on. She had told me twice that the house had to remain dark to make it appear that she wasn't at home. Just the same I was determined to have one quick look at her nudity, even if she bawled the hell out of me for it.
I had to wait possibly ten minutes before I heard her reenter the room, and when I heard her, I gave the switch a flick. She jumped and ran toward me, her mammoth titties bouncing about crazily, but before she arrived at the spot I turned off the light and moved away fast. I heard her bump into something, heard her swear and groan at the same time.
"Are you hurt, Mrs. Devine?" I called to her.
"Damn it, I told you not to turn on that light. What's with you, kid? What if someone saw me running across the room naked? There might be people outside, you know. Besides – well…"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Devine," I said, interrupting her, "but I had to see you just once. You're so pretty I just had to see you."
She was silent for several long moments. "All right, Tommy. You wanted to look at me. It's okay. Don't do it again, however. I'll let you get away with it this time… but no more of that wild impulse stuff. We have to use our heads, you know. Otherwise…"
"Mrs. Devine," I said, "please come over and lie down on your back. If I don't get to stick it into you soon, I don't know what I'll do. Go home, I guess."
"You telling me what to do, kid?"
"No, Mrs. Devine. I came here for… one thing… you know that… but you won't… well, you know what I mean."
"No, I don't know what you mean," she replied. "You tell me what you mean, boy."
"I mean," I said almost angrily, "that I got hot pants. Doesn't that tell you enough?"
"All right, Tommy," she said, and the next thing I knew she had slipped her arm about my waist.
With a savage cry I whirled about and grabbed her fiercely and flung her to the floor. I landed on top of her and was pumping at her with my hard-on before I had rammed it into her. I hit the right spot and shoved like mad. She grunted and spread her legs wide and I shoved hard again, this time feeling my joint slide into her wet box. I pushed it all the way in and then went to work on her. I had had enough of time-wasting and playing around – I had a need, a great, big, fierce, fifteen year-old need.
And I filled it by pumping her full of thick, gray goo. I didn't require much time, I was much too hot for that. I was so hot, in fact, that I began squirting the moment I had entered her crevice. The squirting kept on going for a long time, or at least it seemed like a long time. Mrs. Devine did an awful lot more grunting and moaning and stroking my back and rubbing my butt and pinching my legs and all sorts of wild things that I don't even know how to describe. She liked what I was doing to her, no mistake about that. She not only liked it – she was crazy wild about it. I lay there above her, not moving now – I had drained my dingus into her by this time – and felt her still stroking my butt with her hands.
"Fine little ass you got there, boy. Fine, good-stroking piece of ass meat. Like to keep you around all the time, have you do nothing but squirt in me as you just did. Say, boy… think you could pop it again right away?"
"I can pop three times in a row," I said, bragging a bit.
"Bet you can't pop me twice more, boy." Her voice sounded excited.
"What'll you bet me?"
"Two dollars."
"I don't want to bet with you, Mrs. Devine. Don't want to take your money."
She wriggled her butt about under me. "That's what I figured, Tommy boy. You know you can't do it twice more, so you won't bet."
"The hell I can't," I retorted, and began pumping at her again vigorously. I had no more than started when a loud banging sound came from somewhere. I felt her body stiffen, heard her whispering something to me. I stopped pumping. "What did you say?" I asked.
"Be very quiet, Tommy," she whispered urgently. "There's somebody at the front door. Get off of me and crawl, don't walk, across the room. Go in the same direction your head is facing. Keep going till you come to a door. Go in the room and close the door softly."
"All right," I said, detecting the note of fear in her tone. "What do I have to crawl for?"
"You might stumble in the dark."
I pulled it out of her reluctantly and began to crawl on my hands and knees as she had directed me. I found the doorway after a few moments and crawled into the room and got to my feet. I groped for the doorknob, found it and softly closed the door but not all the way. I stood there in the dark listening. A minute later I heard the sound again, the sound of someone banging on the door. Mrs. Devine apparently was not going to answer the door. I couldn't hear her moving about, couldn't hear anything but the sounds of the door being banged on.
I wondered if it was some guy, maybe a good friend of hers, and knew a few moments of intense jealousy. Funny thing, I was fifteen and she thirty, but I felt like she was my girl friend. Why shouldn't I feel that way. I had just finished making her and that proved something, didn't it?
I didn't know how long I stood there, but it must have been all of ten minutes before I heard her walking stealthily toward the room I was in. The door bumped against my arm and I knew she was pushing it open. She whispered, "I think it's okay now. Whoever that was has gone."
"Can we do it some more now?" I asked eagerly.
"No, Tommy. You have to go home now. Try to find your clothes in the dark, don't turn on a light. Get dressed and slip out the rear door. Do you understand?"
I was vastly disappointed, but I knew I had to do what she said. Her friend might come back at any moment. I decided to ask her. "Mrs. Devine, was that your boy friend?"
She was silent for a brief moment. "Not a boy friend, Tommy. It was just a man."
"You're sure it wasn't your boy friend?"
I heard her chuckle softly. "I'm sure, Tommy. Now get your clothes and put them on. Go home quickly and don't let anyone see you. Cut through the back yards of the houses next to mine."
"All right. I sure had a good time, Mrs. Devine."
"Tell you what you do, Tommy. There's a window right next to the back door. If you find that shade pulled down at any time during the day, that means I want you to come over after dark. Can you remember that? The shade down means it's all right for you to come after dark."
"Okay, I got it. I'll watch for it."
"Don't come here at any time except after dark. Not until I tell you it's okay. Understand?"
"Sure, I understand, Mrs. Devine." I groped my way through the darkness, found my clothes and put them on. This was no trick for me to accomplish. I had often done it. I went to the kitchen with her following along beside me. I had a sudden impulse and acted on it. I bent down quickly and ran my tongue the length of her cunt. She gasped and clutched my shoulders, so I did a repeat job of it.
"Oh… Tommy… you hot boy… I just love you… Be sure… to watch for the drawn shade. Don't let anyone see you doing it, though. You must be very careful."
"I'll be careful, Mrs. Devine," I said, straightening up. "And I'll be watching for the shade."
She put her arms about me and kissed me wetly on the mouth. I put my arms about her nudity and kissed her just as wetly. She broke away from me. "You must go quickly now, Tommy, and please… don't make any noise leaving the house; don't slam the door, anything like that."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Devine. Don't worry, I'll be careful and quiet. See you… later, baby." I thought this word "baby" was a masterful stroke – it made me feel as if I were twenty-five or so.
"Goodbye for now, Tommy," she said, and I heard her chuckle again. "Be sure to watch for the drawn shade."
I ran through the rear yards of the houses between hers and ours and emerged on Third Street near our garage. I glanced into our house and saw the light was on in the kitchen. I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw my mom still washing dishes. My mom works an awful lot. My dad does, too, for that matter, and sometimes I feel like a heel for hardly ever doing anything around the house. It doesn't last long, this feeling. I always figure if they want me to do something, they'll tell me.
I entered through the front door, sneaked up the stairs to my room and turned on the lights. I wanted to make sure my clothes were on straight. If I had gone to the kitchen where both Dad and Mom were – I had caught a glimpse of my dad there, too – and my clothes had been on wrong, like having my shirt buttoned unevenly, they would have stared at me and maybe asked me an embarrassing question or two. My parents seem to notice everything, everything that's the least bit out of order, I mean. Man, have they got sharp eyes sometimes.
Well, I looked at my clothing and saw it was okay and grinned at myself in the mirror. I felt pretty good. I had done something this night that all the guys I knew always bragged about doing, but which I knew damned well they hadn't. I had bragged a few times myself. Told lies about my encounters with girls, I mean. That's what they were – lies.
Glancing at the clock on my dresser, I saw it was only eleven o'clock. I swore softly, mildly. I had been cheated out of an entire hour of fun. Damn that guy for banging on the door. I could have busted him one. I shrugged this feeling off and thought about what she had said concerning the drawn shade. I knew I was going to be spending a lot of time from here on in taking peeks at that rear window of hers. Just thinking about it now made me half hard. I grinned and thought about Elly.
I put this thought out of my mind real quick. Thinking like that about Elly while our parents were at home was dangerous stuff and I knew I had better knock it off but quick. Just the same, it would have been nice to…
"Where've you been, Tommy?"
I whirled about and saw Elly standing in the doorway. She had her shorties on and I had to force myself not to look at her legs.
"What's the big idea?" I said angrily. "Sneaking up behind me like that?"
Her eyes got big. "Don't get mad, Tommy. I didn't sneak up behind you."
"Elly, are you upstairs?" I was our mom calling.
Elly ran quietly away from my door and went down the hall. "Are you calling me, Mom?" she asked, I guess for something to say.
"Nothing," our mother called up. "I don't want you. Just wanted to know if you were in bed."
"I'm going to bed after I read a little bit, Mom," Elly said.
"All right, dear. Your dad and I are going to bed. Did I hear Tommy come in?"
"Yes. I mean I guess he's in his room getting ready to go to bed."
"All right, dear. Good night."
"Good night, Mom."
Elly came back to my doorway. "That was Mom," she said as if I were deaf or something. "Wanted to know if you were in yet."
I felt like being flippant. "So what did you tell her?" I asked, grinning.
She smiled. "Come off it, stupid. You heard what I told her." Elly was looking at me funny.
I glanced down at myself quickly but didn't see anything so I glanced up at her again. "What are you looking so funny about?"
She came closer and put her lips to my ear. "Your pants are unzipped, Tommy. You been playing with it? I see you're hard and everything."
I grinned, turned away and zipped up my fool pants. "You shouldn't be noticing so much, kid," I said, imitating Mrs. Devine's tone of voice.
She giggled. "Listen to who's calling me a kid. You're a kid, too, you know, old smarty pants."
I wasn't about to get into any argument with Elly, so I just waved my hand about and smiled. "Too bad," I said softly.
"Too bad about what?" She had come into my room a couple of steps and I could see her cute little titties bobbing up and down. Man, she looked great, but not as great as Mrs. Devine. Well, you know… she looked great but different. It was nice, though, don't get me wrong. Elly was real nice looking.
"Too bad about what?" I asked, mimicking her. "Why, listen, kid, it's too bad…" here I lowered my voice to almost nothing, "… too bad the folks are home. I'd stick the hard, old prong between your little-girl legs and push."
She giggled nervously. "Gee, don't talk like that now. Wait till tomorrow when they've gone to the city."
I puffed out my chest, "I might consider your proposition, girl," I said, "but then again, I may be very busy tomorrow."
She giggled and left the room. I stared after her, wondering what was going on in that quick, little mind of hers? Something was I could tell.