The boy gasped at the sight in front of him but apparently did not dare to make any comment. Quickly, he slipped off her shoes but before he could get up, she brought her large, pretty legs down over his shoulders and locked her ankles together behind his back.
"You like this, son?" she asked softly, seductively. God, she was hot!
"I – er – I… " The kid couldn't talk. This was obvious. He was too shaken up.
"Anything nice happening between your legs, son?" she asked, squinting her eyes.
He surprised her by looking her straight in the eyes. " 'Course there is."
Anna smiled prettily but did not relax her leg grip about him. "Come now. Tell Anna what's happening between your legs."
"I'm hard," he said flatly. "I'm real hard."
She was agreeably astonished, for she had thought this one to be the type of boy who wouldn't admit she had given him a hard-on. Smiling at him, she took his head in her hands gently and pressed. "Now then, son," she said softly. "You must tell me if there is anything you want to do very badly."
He looked at her, his blue eyes definitely filled with lust. "What do you mean?" he asked, evidently stalling for time.
Anna was enjoying herself immensely. "Well," she said, in answer to him, "look about you. Isn't there something you'd like to stick your hard thing into?"
Again he agreeably astonished her. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Of course, son. That's what my hole is for. That's what your hard cock is for. You know that."
"Yeah, I guess so… I mean I guess you're right. What do you want me to do?" He sounded less sure of himself now.
She moved so that her cunt was even more exposed to his view – his face being only a foot or so from it. "Never mind what I want," she said, not really meaning this, but saying it to get him started. "What do you want? What does your instinct tell you to do?"
He leaned forward and kissed her bare leg about her stocking. He then pulled back and looked into her eyes while she sucked in her breath and hoped he wouldn't stop there. "Is that all right?" he asked humbly. "I mean you're not mad at me for kissing your leg?" There was tremendous excitement in his tone of voice she noted.
"No, son. You may do whatever you want. I don't get mad at nice boys. I like nice boys like yourself. Go right ahead. Help yourself." She fixed him with a sensuous stare and he flushed.
"Will you take your legs off my shoulders? I can hardly move. Not that I don't like them there… it's just that… " Whatever it was that was bothering him was not said.
Anna removed her legs but took great pains to further expose her cunt as she lay back and looked up at the young boy's pink face. He's a pretty kid, she thought. Pretty enough to eat. She noticed then that she had picked up the candy bars without realizing it. Now she put them down, away from her, taking care that the boy wouldn't step on them. "All right, son," she told him. "Here I am. What do you want to do?"
He was still on his knees. Walking on them a few steps, he picked up the candy bars and started to put them in his pocket, but she spoke to him sharply, telling him the bars would melt in his pocket and make a mess. He dropped the candy bars and she reflected that for a moment she had thought he was going to grab the candy and run home to his grandmother. However, the lust was still in his eyes – the lust look – the beautiful thing – and she was now fairly certain he was entertaining no ideas of running away from her. Not just yet.
"What do you want to do to me, son?" she repeated again.
Danny didn't answer her verbally – he simply lowered his face to her legs and began to lick her thigh flesh. Anna was becoming more agitated by the moment and it was no surprise to her that she had a quick, small orgasm as he continued to lick her thighs with his hot, wet tongue.
"Do you like me to do this?" he asked softly.
"Oh… do I? Son… you have no idea of how good it feels."
He ran his tongue up her thighs to her pubic hair and stopped.
"Go ahead, son. Dig right in there. I want you badly."
He lifted his head and looked at her again. "If I do that I'll be all wet in the pants."
Anna was equal to this. "Unzip yourself. Take it out. I will hold it. Then if it feels like… wetting… I will catch it."
"Gee, thanks, Anna," the boy blurted. "But why don't you…?"
She waited and when he did not continue his question, she spoke. "What were you about to say, Danny?"
He seemed to gulp. "Nothing. I mean, I shouldn't say things like that to a lady."
"Things like what, Danny?" Anna was almost beside herself with excitement now.
He gulped again. "I was going to say… if I kiss you why don't you kiss… mine, too?" "Will you kiss mine, Danny? I mean, not just my legs."
"Yes," he answered promptly and actually did kiss her cunt briefly, maddeningly.
Anna was on the verge of having another orgasm. "Let me up, son. I'll get on the floor. You can turn around and… well, you know, don't you?"
He nodded, moved away from her, allowing her to drop gently to the carpet, her legs still spread wide to receive his kisses. Looking up at him, she wondered if he knew what to do so that they might execute a sixty-nine. Apparently, instinct was guiding him, for he very properly turned his body about and lay down on top of her, his face near her cunt, his rock-hard cock within kissing distance of her lips. Anna sighed deeply and waited for him to dip his tongue in her slit, which he did almost immediately. Sighing again but this time with more agitation, she took his cock in hand and proceeded to lick the sides of it even as he licked her cunt. She took pains to keep her rhythm and tempo even with his. This was an ideal way for a female to achieve an orgasm as Anna knew only too well.
He "dipped" very well, considering this was very likely his first experience at it. His tongue was warm and wet and he used it – probably by sheerest chance – in the right way on the right spot. From time to time as she kissed and lightly sucked his prick, without applying too much suction, she would feel small spasms occurring within her. These, she knew, were merely previews of a sort to the wild climax she would have later, if luck was with her. Anna believed firmly in luck. Technique alone was not quite enough, at times. Sometimes it required the element of luck for a woman to really have a first-class orgasm. She could not have explained her views in this regard, but she firmly believed them. She had had too many experiences where, she was certain, luck had played a vital role in her obtaining sexual gratification, a thing fondly to be wished for, strived for at all costs.
"I like your hole," the boy muttered. Then he added, "Can I do it in your mouth? I mean, can I let it out in you without making you mad at me?"
Anna removed her lips. "Of course, son. But wait awhile. You must keep doing it to me for a long time before you let it go in me. Will you promise to try very hard to hold it back?"
"Yes," she heard him say, and immediately felt his tongue working into her cunt again.
Anna shuddered with delight.
He stopped his tonguing to speak to her. "Did I hurt you? You seemed to jump around a lot just then."
She pressed his head down firmly into her crotch and began a slow, sensuous "fuck- about," which consisted of drawing in and letting out her tummy muscles as well as moving her hips slightly in a circular manner. She took great pains not to move very much – she knew a woman must do this only very slightly when a boy was "dipping." Anna had learned this years ago. She was an absolute expert on the fuck-about.
"I like you," the boy told her thickly, lifting his head. "I'm glad I came into your store."
"So am I, son." She pressed his head back down between her legs. "Try not to talk so much, son. I prefer that you lick me."
He immediately began to lick her cunt, her thighs, her belly, everywhere he could reach. Once he went almost to her knee and applied his tongue only to bring it up rapidly over her leg flesh and plunge it fiercely into her slit. This nearly raised Anna off the floor – it felt so great. As it was, she cried out in delight.