Brad Logan
Seducing the youngsters
CHAPTER ONE
Danny watched the cars go by. So far no one had stopped to buy any of the blueberries he had spent so much time gathering. So he popped the berries into his mouth one at a time and thought about his favorite topic – fucking.
Sometimes, before tossing a berry into his mouth, he would roll it around in his fingers, imagining it to be an erect nipple. Then he would hold it between his lips and flick his tongue over it.
A few weeks earlier, Danny got lucky with Susie in the movies. He'd examined her tits throughout the feature. Susie had let him get his hand right inside her bra. For an hour and a half, Danny had kneaded her big, soft tits!
But now, sitting beside the narrow road that ran past the old farmhouse, he dreamed about Susie's tits as he nibbled on the blueberries.
In his imagination, Danny was burying his face between big pillows of tit-flesh. The blueberry in his mouth played the role of a nipple. How unimaginably sweet it would be to suck a genuine tit, though!
In his horny reverie, Danny didn't notice the car slowing until he was enveloped in a cloud of dust. The car was a huge, black limousine. It looked like a Rolls-Royce.
A man jumped out of the car and ran around to open the back door. A woman stepped out. She walked toward Danny's berry stand. She looked like a movie star to the simple country boy. He had never seen a woman like her in Rocky Creek before.
She wore a black dress, black hat and black shoes. A fur jacket hugged her thin body. As she drew closer, Danny saw that a black veil covered her eyes and nose. She wasn't the sort of woman to buy blueberries at a roadside fruit stand.
"Did you pick these?" the woman asked in a soft voice.
"Yes, Ma'am," Danny said as he studied the woman.
She seemed to be his mother's age, but better looking. In fact, the woman was very pretty in a strange way. Her thin face was very pale. She wore bright red lipstick and pink stuff on her cheeks. Her large eyes were outlined in black, with blue coloring on her eyelids.
The woman picked up one berry and held it between her finger and thumb. She rolled it around.
"Nice and big," she said.
She was rolling the berry between her fingers just as Danny had when he was imagining it tote a nipple. Then she put the berry into her mouth.
"Um-mmmmm," she hummed. "Delicious!"
Danny's stiff prick had relaxed somewhat. But now it was stiffening again.
Danny lowered his eyes from the woman's face. Her fur jacket was opened, letting her big tits protrude. Her dress was low cut, and the tops of her tits swelled into view.
"Do you know where the old Murphy place is?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," Danny said. "It's over an Herker Road. You take the first…"
"I didn't ask you where it is," the woman interrupted. "I merely asked if you knew where it is."
She popped another berry into her mouth.
Apparently, this old broad was as weird as she looked, Danny thought. He wished she would buy some berries and go away. She was confusing him.
"Will you show me the Murphy place?" she asked.
"But… I've got to stay here," Danny stuttered. "My berries…"
"George, my chauffeur, will watch your stand," she said. "George!"
George came running. He was the same age as the woman. His face was stern, and he wore a regular chauffeur's cap.
Danny wanted to take a ride in the limousine. Besides, he hadn't sold any berries so far. It would be foolish to hang around hoping to make a dollar or two when he had the chance to take a ride in a limo.
The woman told George to watch the stand. Then she led Danny to the car. She climbed into the driver's seat; Danny sat beside her.
The big car lurched onto the road and headed in the direction Danny pointed out. He loved the car. The dashboard was made of wood. The seats were leather and much nicer than any couch Danny had ever sat on. The car seemed to float silently over the country road.
As she drove, the woman kept looking over at Danny. That was embarrassing, because she caught him staring at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her big tits and pretty profile! And her dress had risen halfway up her thighs on the tan leather seat.
"There it is," Danny said as the old Murphy place came into view.
"Yes," the lady said softly. "There it is."
Danny couldn't imagine why this fancy woman wanted to find the abandoned and broken down farmhouse. But something in her voice told him she was very interested indeed.
She drove the Rolls up the dirt driveway and stopped in front of the house.
"I used to come here a lot," she said. "That was a long time ago. I haven't seen this house for a long, long time. Let's go inside."
Danny had been in the old house many times. All the kids used to sneak into it at one time or another. The older kids came here to fuck. The younger ones to look for ghosts. Usually the kids climbed into an upstairs window because the doors and lower windows were all boarded up.
"I don't think we can get in," Danny said as they walked onto the porch.
"Of course we can," the woman said. "Pull the boards off the door."
The lady spoke with such calm assurance, Danny didn't hesitate. He tugged at the boards covering the door. He had to use a two-by-four to pry them off.
"What a mess," the woman said as they entered the living room. "How sad."
The house was littered with beer bottles as well as fallen plaster.
Danny watched as the woman explored. She moved slowly around the house, peering into each room.
Danny could almost see the place as the woman must have been picturing it.
When she climbed the dilapidated stairs, Danny followed.
"This was his room," she said. "Oh, those hours we spent!"
Danny's spine tingled. This was like being in a movie, he thought.
His spine wasn't the only thing that tingled. His prick was once again bulging in his pants. But why, he didn't know. Maybe because he knew that chicks offered their cunts to boys in these abandoned rooms. Maybe because he was alone with this attractive woman. But the chances of this rich old lady offering to take care of his horniness seemed very unlikely.
"The bed was right here," she said. "We could look out at that oak. At least that seems the same. Just the same as it did then."
She went to the window and stared out for a long time. As she did, Danny surveyed her body again. Below her fur jacket, her ass swelled. Her dress was tight, hugging her ass-cheeks and showing off their round shape.
"Looking out this window, I can almost forget all the years that have gone by," the woman said.
Her voice had become softer, breathy. The whole experience was very exciting for Danny. This sort of thing didn't happen often in Rocky Creek.
Danny walked to the woman's side. He felt as though he were walking up to a wild animal, an animal that could be dangerous. But Danny couldn't stop himself. He felt drawn to the woman by some mysterious force.
He looked at the view over her shoulder. At the same time, he felt the warmth of her body and smelled her perfume.
Suddenly, the woman leaned back. The soft fur of her jacket pressed against Danny's chest. Her head rested on his shoulder. Danny didn't know what to do. So he stood like a lamppost, offering support for the strange lady.
She affected him in several ways. His prick leaped, straining against the material of his pants. His heart pounded. And his legs felt like running. Of course, it was his prick that ruled.
"Put your arms around me," the woman said.
Danny waited to wrap his arms around the woman's small body, but he was frozen.
"Ma'am?" he asked, as though he hadn't heard. "Put your arms around me, please," she said, louder. "And don't call me Ma'am."
Slowly, awkwardly, Danny wrapped his arms around the woman. With her back against his chest, his hands met at her tummy, just beneath her tits. Her ass pressed against his crotch. He felt the firmness of her ass against his hard cock, and he wondered if she could feel the lump of his cock.