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.