Sammy Darin was a lonely, red-headed kid who had lived with his maiden aunt since the death of his parents in a car accident when he was nine years old. He was now thirteen, and it seemed that the older he got, the more lonely he became. His aunt, whose name was Martha McTilden, was not quite the right type of person to raise a young boy, for she was narrow minded, severe, sometimes cruel, and almost always stingy. Besides these rather monstrous qualities, she was undoubtedly a person incapable of giving or receiving love. All of this added up to a dreary existence for young Sammy, who was by nature not quite the loner that circumstances made him be. People paid little attention to Sammy because scarcely anyone liked his aunt, and this dislike of her took its toll on Sammy's social life.
It was not until a pretty lady called to him from her front porch one day that Sammy had any real meaning to his life at all.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the black-haired lady who had spoken to him. "Pardon me, did you call me?" he asked.
"Yes, young man. Would you come here a moment, please?"
Sammy walked hesitantly to the porch and stopped. "Yes, ma'am," he said, looking up at her and thinking he had never before seen such a pretty lady.
"Would you like to make some money, young man?" Her eyes bore into his strangely.
Sammy smiled. "Yes, ma'am. What do you want me to do?"
"I'd like you to carry a box upstairs. I live alone and there's no one about to help me. The box is just a bit too heavy for a woman to carry alone."
"Okay," Sammy said quickly. "But you don't have to pay me much for doing that sort of thing. A quarter will be enough."
The woman seemed genuinely surprised. "Well, my goodness," she said, smiling down at him beautifully. "You seem to be a most unusual young man."
"I'm not a young man," Sammy replied honestly. "I'm just a thirteen-year-old kid."
This appeared to delight the woman even more. "My goodness, you are unusual. Will you please come inside the house?"
"Sure," Sammy replied, and stepped onto the porch and walked past her into the house. The moment he passed close to her, he caught the scent of her perfume and it made his senses reel. There was something wildly exciting about smelling her perfume that he did not understand.
She placed her hand gently on his shoulder and the touch of it sent strange feelings shooting up and down his spine. "The box is over there," she told him softly, pointing to a rather small box near the foot of the steps. "Just take it up the stairs. I'll follow you and show you where I want it placed."
Sammy picked up the box – it was really quite light and he thought she could easily have carried it herself. He went up the stairs with it, the woman following closely on his heels. There was a hallway at the top of the stairs and she told him to turn in the first doorway.
"Just put the box down anywhere," she said carelessly, oddly.
Sammy did so, his back turned to her. He was about to straighten up when he felt the strangest thing happening to him. Something was lightly touching his ass, fingers were caressing his balls through the cloth of his trousers and when he did straighten up, the woman put her arms about him, turning him about and kissing his mouth wetly. Sammy wasn't sure how he should feel – he just knew how he did feel – he felt wonderful. Wonderful, and very hard between the legs.
When the woman kissed his mouth again and slipped her hand between their bodies and felt of him, Sammy became aware of a sudden wetness in his pants.
"Oh, my boy," the woman moaned hoarsely. "Now you know what I want to pay you for."
"What did you say, ma'am?" he asked, stalling for time to think. He was quite confused by her actions and the state of his underpants.
"Have you ever had a girl in bed, kid?" she asked bluntly, rubbing his arms with one hand, feeling at his crotch with the other.
"Huh" he asked, not knowing what else to say, his face growing warm.
"I asked you if you ever had a girl down on her back, kid."
He shook his head. "No, ma'am. I'm not old enough for… girls."
She grasped his chin with her free hand, even as she fondled his cock through his pants, and holding it firmly, she kissed his mouth wetly again. "How do you like that, kid? Does it make you hot to have a woman kiss you that way?"
"Makes me feel funny," he admitted, his pulse racing wildly.
"You want to take out your dingus and let me see it, kid?"
Sammy stared at the woman. She had seemed like such a "nice," pretty woman when he had first glimpsed her on the porch. She was still pretty, but she was acting kind of crazy, or something. He almost wished she would… let go of his cock… it was making him feel crazy. Crazy – but wonderful.
"You want to take it out, kid?" she asked again, "and let Mrs. Gray see it?" "Take what out?" Sammy knew what she meant, but he was still stalling for time so he could think more clearly. What a strange woman she was.
"Your dingus, kid. Your fuck-stick. Let me see it."
Sammy felt his face reddening more. "My – what?" he asked, wanting to hear her speak the words again.
"I asked you if you wanted to take your fuckstick out of your pants, kid." She was holding him fiercely, one hand pinching the flesh of his arm, the other still hanging onto his rigidity, and firmly massaging it.
"Why do you want me to… take it out, ma'am?"
"Why not? Don't you want to show off what you got, kid?"
How could a woman change so much, so quickly? he thought to himself. She hadn't seemed this way on the porch. "I guess not, I better go… home now, ma'am," he stammered. "You don't owe me anything… for carrying the box upstairs. Just forget it."
"Oh, yes I do, kid. I owe you a hot piece of ass for it. So you take your thing out and we'll get on the bed and have a fuck session."
She's crazy, Sammy thought. This woman is nutty – crazy. "I never heard anyone talk… like you do, ma'am," he mumbled.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you, kid, just because I want you to take your dingus out and let me see it, let me play with it? Well, I'm not crazy. Not at all. I'm just a very hot woman who needs to have a young prick stuck up her cunt."
Sammy swallowed hard. He seemed unable to say anything back to her after that blunt language. After all, how do you talk to a woman who practically drags you in off the street, grabs your cock and asks you to take it out so she can play with it? "I guess I better go home now," he mumbled again, trying to pull away from her, but not trying as hard as he could have. The truth was, he wanted to show her his "dingus" but was too embarrassed to do so. It would take more pleading from her to induce him to take such a radical step. He had never shown his cock to a girl, let alone an old woman. "Shit!" he muttered. "Holy shit!"
"What's the matter, kid? You going off in your pants?"
"Something's happening," he cried. Something was happening. His pants were suddenly even more moist than before.
"Let me unzip you, kid. Okay?" "Okay," he heard himself answer. "Holy shit!" he cried again.
"I know how to take care of a leaking cock, believe me, kid."
"Oh, hell," he exclaimed, hardly knowing what he was saying.
She unzipped his fly and snaked her hand into his pants. When he felt her warm, soft fingers go about his hard prick, he squirted again and made a face. But it was a pleased expression that crossed his face, for Sammy had never experienced such a wonderful feeling. He suddenly felt like spraying his fluid all over everything. God, what was he thinking of? He couldn't spray his stuff all over. The woman would think he was crazy.
He was wrong. Apparently, she didn't think anything of the kind, for she had dropped to her knees and was kissing his wet cock passionately. This made Sammy squirt again and he quickly apologized to her for having gone off on her lips. She only shook her head, licked her lips, and applied a powerful, wonderful suction to his cock. In less than ten seconds his prick had exploded in her mouth, had drained itself of all fluid and then frantically he had yanked it from her wet lips, stuffed it back in his pants and then hysterically ran down the stairs and out into the street.
His heart stammered wildly for more than an hour afterward. He thought he was going to die, he was so excited and agitated.
It was one week later that Sammy gathered up enough courage to walk past Mrs. Gray's house again. He glanced up hopefully at the front porch as he went by, but saw no sign of the woman who had made him feel so wonderful. Deeply disappointed, he walked down the street, around the block, killing as much time as he could before coming around to the front of her house once more. His heart leaped wildly when he saw her standing on the porch. He was momentarily frightened, but courage returned to him quickly as he turned down the walk and came to a stop near the bottom step leading up to the porch.
"Hello, Mrs. Gray," he said shyly, looking at her shapely figure. "Have you got any jobs you want done today? Anything I can do for you?"
She winked at him but it was barely perceptible. "Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a little job for you. Please come in." She opened the door in back ol her and held it while he swiftly passed by her into the living room. She closed the door and came to him, putting one arm about his shoulders, and the other hand going directly to his crotch. She felt his rapidly rising cock and breathed deeply. "Well, what have we here, Sammy? That's right isn't it? I mean your name?"
He couldn't remember if he had told her his name or not. "Yes, Mrs. Gray. That's my name. Sammy. Boy, that feels good. Rub me hard."
She didn't rub him hard but unzipped his fly and took his prick in her hand, jacking it gently. Finally, she pulled it out of his pants and looked down at it, wetting her lips with her tongue. "My goodness, you have another one of those big, hard things, haven't you, Sammy?"
"Yes, Mrs. Gray," he flushed. "It's been like this almost all the time since I first saw you." God, his heart was thumping wildly!
She bent over and whispered in his ear as if there might be others present. "Want to get in bed, naked, with me, Sammy?"
His face reddened. "I want to do it to you," he said, his voice trembling with excitement. "I want to really do it."
"Drop your pants, kid," she commanded, sounding as rough as she had the other time. "Come on, now… drop those pants. I want to see your balls, your cock, and everything."
Sammy pushed his pants down as soon as she let go of his cock. He stepped out of them and gingerly placed them on a chair. He suddenly felt terribly shy.
"Oh, but you must take off your underpants, too, kid," she said, when he made no move to do so.
He felt his face getting warm again and knew he was flushing. "Boy," he said, "you sure are nice to me." He wasn't quite certain if this was the right sort of thing to say to her or not, but he said it anyway.
"Take off your underpants," she repeated. "I want to see your prick and balls."
His face growing warmer by the second, Sammy pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. He was glad his shirt hung down enough to at least partially hide his cock.
"Lift up your shirt, kid," she barked. "I can't see anything with that shirt hanging down over your cock that way."
She's really crazy, he thought. She must be. Women just don't talk this way. But he lifted his shirt and she came closer to him and looked at his quivering erection, touching it and pushing it as she lustfully examined his balls, all the while moistening her lips as if they were very dry.
"You sure got a sucky one, kid. It's really sucky." The words seemed peculiar to Sammy.
Sammy merely moaned. Her use of the word "sucky" nearly drove him wild with desire.
"Like to hear me talk this way, don't you, kid? Makes you hot. Right?" She peered into his eyes wildly.
He nodded, unable to answer her. The words seemed stuck in his throat.
She moved slightly away from him and quickly dropped her dress down over her shoulders. Sammy stared at her, hoping she would take off her clothing. She did not undress. She simply lowered her dress slightly over her titties. Sammy noted that she wore nothing under the dress. He drew in his breath at the sight of the crease between her large, round tits. The cleavage was considerable, and he found it next to impossible to think of anything other than how wonderful it was to be able to see this woman's naked body.
His cock became even harder, if that were possible, and a few drops of fluid appeared in the tiny opening at the end of it. Boy, he was hot. Why didn't she do something to him before he lost it all on the floor?
"Are you gonna fuck me this time?" she demanded suddenly, sounding very blunt about it.
"I want to do it," he exclaimed, hardly knowing what to say in answer to her question. "So you want to fuck me, kid? Is that it? You're ready this time to do it, right?" Sammy could only nod and wet his horribly dry lips.
"That's a good boy," she said, sounding as if she were talking to her pet dog. "That's a good boy."
"Can I see your… tits?" he blurted, his face reddening even more.
She glanced down at her breasts, then looked back at him. "You mean you Want to see all of them, instead of just two-thirds of them?"
"I want to see your tits," he said, his voice shaking.
She partly closed one eye. "Getting a bit braver now, aren't you, kid?" She reached up and tugged her dress down over one tit, leaving the other partially covered.
Sammy sucked in his breath as he looked at the revealed tit flesh. "God," he cried. "It's pretty. Can I touch it?"
"You can touch it and you can suck it, kid." "I… can… touch it and I… can… suck it?" he repeated incredulously.
"Sure. Go ahead. I enjoy having young boys sucking my tits."
A bead of liquid appeared on the end of his cock, but he didn't blow off as he feared he might. When she moved even closer to him, he impulsively reached out his hand and cupped the naked tit. It felt good, warm and soft. Another drop of liquid appeared in the opening at the end of his hard-on.
"Suck it, kid," she told him, putting her hand behind his head and pulling his lips down to the nipple. Suck my tit, kid, suck it hard. Take as much in your mouth as you can, but don't bite it."
Sammy's heart was thundering now, and as he bent over to kiss her soft tit, he moaned, and put his arms about her, hanging onto her shoulders fiercely. Her body was warm and soft and inviting. It was a new sensation for Sammy, and he wanted more of this feeling.
"Suck my tit, kid," Mrs. Gray told him fiercely. "Don't just kiss it." Her hand crept down and she took his cock in her grasp again, jacking him gently. She nearly drove him wild with passion.
He began a fucking movement against her belly.
She laughed. "Now you're catching on, kid. Getting ready to do some fucking, aren't you? I can tell. When a kid starts moving his hips in a fucking motion, he's getting ready to blow, you can bet on it."
"Please show me your cunt," he begged, pulling his lips away from her tit. "Take off your clothes," he added, thinking she might not understand him.
"So! You think you want to climb on top of me now, do you?"
"I want to do it to you so bad," he cried, almost whining the words, so great was his urge.
"Good." She pushed him away and stepping back, dropped her dress to the floor.
Sammy thought his heart was going to stop beating the moment he saw her completely naked except for her pantyhose. When she slipped the hose down and stepped out daintily, he was absolutely certain his heart was going to stop.
It didn't.
She was completely naked now, as was he. Grasping his hand, she pulled him toward the sofa. She fell flat on her back at once. Sammy was on top of her quickly, his hard, wet cock stabbing at her recklessly. She inserted it for him and he pushed. When his aching prick entered her warm, lush cunt and he felt the heat of her inner body enveloping his most sensitive area, he could not control what happened.
He blew his nuts into her cunt immediately, and kept on blowing off in her for a very long time while she simply lay there and sighed and occasionally patted his bare ass. Her tender touches made him blow all the more.
"You're a very bad boy, Sammy," she said, but not nearly as severely as her words might indicate. "You fucked off in me before I was ready for you. Now, you must climb off and come back tomorrow, and tomorrow you must do a better job. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." Sammy pulled his cock out when the flowing was definitely over and done with, dressed himself hurriedly, almost without realizing what he was doing, and left the house after promising he would be back the following day.
Sammy did not return the next day for a very good reason. He became ill during the night and the next morning his aunt called in a doctor to examine him.
Sammy had developed whooping cough, and it was three weeks before he was able to leave the house again.
The very first place he headed for was Mrs. Gray's home. When he arrived there, she was standing on the porch, seemingly looking at the traffic that was passing the house. Sammy ran to the steps and halted. "I've been real sick," he said, the words tumbling out. "I had whooping cough."
Mrs. Gray sniffed and frowned severely. "Go home, kid. I'm mad at you."
Sammy ran up the steps partway. "Please, Mrs. Gray, don't be mad. It's true. I've really been sick. Had the doctor and everything. He wouldn't let me… come here to see you."
She fixed him with a fierce gaze. "You mean to tell me you asked some doctor if you could come here?"
He shook his head quickly. "No, of course not. I wouldn't ever tell anyone… about you, Mrs. Gray."
She looked at him suspiciously. "How do I know you aren't just lying to me?"
"I'm not lying, honest I'm not. I had whooping cough, but I'm all right now." "Hmm… come inside," she said abruptly, delighting him, for this of course was what he wanted to do. She brushed her dark hair out of her eyes and looked at him oddly as he raced up the remainder of the steps and entered the house as she held the door open. Inside, she closed the door, as she had before, and turned around. "Are you gonna fuck me good today, kid, or is it gonna be one of those squirt-and-run deals?"
Sammy felt his cock become instantly hard. "Oh, I like to hear you talk, Mrs. Gray. When I was sick I could hardly think of anything but how you talk and how you look." This was true. He had thought about her constantly.
"Take your prick out," she demanded, ignoring what he had just said.
Hastily, he unzipped his trousers and pulled forth his cock, pointing it at her while he held back the desire to giggle. When she looked down at it, he was pleased to see her wet her lips nervously. He was even more pleased when she sank to her knees and started to suck it.
"Oh, Mrs. Gray, that feels so… good," he cried hotly.
She stopped it immediately and scrambled to her feet. Sammy watched her with fascination and excitement while she hurriedly removed her clothing, standing finally stark naked in front of him. Boy, what big tits she had! What a lot of hair there was around her cunt. Sammy wondered what it would be like to kneel down and kiss her cunt. He nearly jumped when he heard her words. She must have been reading his mind.
"Sure you can, kid. Just kneel down and kiss my cunt."
Sammy dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her large, shapely thighs. Her skin was smooth and soft, and he wanted very much to do everything he could think of to her. She helped this wish along by pressing her hands against the rear of his head until his face was buried between those wonderfully warm thighs. She had spread her legs slightly and Sammy could feel beads of moisture trickling from her pussy, touching his lower lip.
Impulsively, recklessly, he stuck his tongue into her cunt, but withdrew it quickly.
"Leave it in there, kid," she barked, jerking her head angrily. "What'd you pull it out for?"
"I don't know," he almost sobbed. The truth was, he was so excited at being so near her cunt, that his brain seemed to stop functioning for a moment.
"Stick your goddamned tongue in me, kid, or I'll hit you," she barked angrily.
He grabbed her by her hips and licked her cunt eagerly, passionately. Vaguely, he heard the woman breathing hard and moaning every now and then, but he paid little attention to it – he was far too excited by what he was doing to her cunt. Her hairy place has such a sweet, wild taste to it that it was like nothing else he had ever known before.
"Honey-dip me, kid," she cried mysteriously. "Honey-dip this old gal." She seemed to choke for a moment. Then she said, "That's it, kid. Work your tongue fast in my cunt. Lick it! Suck it! Do everything to it. Jesus! I like that, kid! Keep it up!"
Again she was pressing on the back of his head so hard that he thought she was going to break his neck. When he shook his head hard trying to persuade her through his action to remove her hands, she must have understood, for she let up a bit on the pressure. She drew him across the room and sank down on a chair, spreading her legs wide and bringing one foot up and placing it on his shoulder. Almost immediately she brought the other leg up and put it over his other shoulder. Now he was locked between her thighs, her cunt staring him directly in the face. He could plainly see her juicy slit. The sight of it caused him to spout a little from his cock. He felt her hand grasping him there, felt her pinching his cock and at times, jacking it. He went off – but not all the way – his spunk striking the floor. For all he knew, his goo might have struck her body, because her legs were so high up, she might have been directly in line with his spray. At that moment, Sammy didn't care where he went off or what it hit. His main concern was in enjoying the sucking of her wet, generous twat.
"Make me come, kid, make me come," she urged, giving his cock a few more jackings.
Sammy went into her cunt with his lips and his tongue as though he had been going down on adult women for years. What he lacked in technique, he made up in intensity. He found that by darting his tongue in and out of her only a short distance while alternately moving it quickly from side to side, he was able to drive this woman almost out of her mind with passion. Her shouts and groans, her pats on the back, her pinching of his flesh, the squeezing pressure of her legs about his neck, were all ample indication of her arousal. It was all extremely exciting and thrilling to young Sammy, and having all the energy in the world at his disposal, despite having been quite ill, he went after her now like a passion-ridden animal. He bit her and licked her; tongued her, lipped her. He made little snorting noises and the woman began to jerk and thrash about wildly as he worked her cunt rapidly.
"Oh, Jesus, kid! Oh, Jesus, kid," she kept saying over and over. Her body continued to jerk violently, her legs stiffened about his head so strongly that he was momentarily frightened, but even so, he was far more passionate than frightened. He let forth a strange sound from his throat as he pushed his face into her cunt so fiercely, so deeply, that the woman finally began to scream for him to stop it.
Sammy stopped it, but reluctantly. He stood up after knocking her legs from his shoulders. He felt strong now, powerful. More powerful than she. After all, he had been willing to go on with the act, but this grown woman had been unable to keep up with him.
A note of arrogance crept into his tone and manner and he found he enjoyed this tremendously. He sneered slightly, at the panting woman.
"I was too much for you, eh?" Sammy said, proud of himself. "That's the trouble. You couldn't take it. You just couldn't take what I had to give you."
"You… you… were… wonderful, Sammy," she stammered.
"Damn right I was," he cried. "Now what I need is to find a real woman, a real broad, one who can take as much as she thinks she can dish out. Ain't no such woman around here. Me, I'll have to go find such a broad." Sammy suddenly felt much older, more mature, very, very adult.
"Please, kid, don't be mad at me," she begged him.
"Don't call me that," he snapped. "You're the real kid. You folded up. Not me. I ain't no kid!"
"That's right, Sammy," she whimpered. "You were more than enough for me – but – where are you going?"
He had started to put on his trousers. Now, he stopped and looked at her. "What?" he snapped.
"I asked you where you were going, Sammy dear," she said, her tone of voice much different from what it had previously been.
He stated triumphantly, "I am going to the can to take a piss. When I come back get ready for the biggest fuck you've ever known. I've decided to stay here and do you a favor."
"Very well, Sammy. I'll wait right here for you."
He looked at her with a combination of contempt and love. "Right," he said shortly. "You wait right there, woman. I'm coming back to throw a fuck into you."
He did come back. He "threw a fuck" into her, which was what she had wanted all along, of course.