"That's fine, Tommy. Go lower and you'll find I'm already very wet."
"You mean you want me to – to…"
"Yes. Go lower, boy, and see how you like it."
Now I wasn't just sure I wanted to. I had never done this before, though, like every other guy, I had often thought about it, wondering what it would be like. She didn't give me much time to think about it, however, for she forced my head down to her cunt and pressed down hard on the back of my head, while at the same time I felt her legs moving under me as if she were spreading them wide so I could get into it better.
"Man," I muttered without knowing I was muttering.
"What's wrong, boy? Get on with it. Kiss me down there, kid."
"Yes, Ma'am," I said quickly, forgetting for the moment that she didn't like me to speak this way to her. "I'll do anything you want."
Her loins shot up and I felt the fuzzy, hairy part of her body pressing against my chin. Man, I thought, I was going to explode all over everything, but I didn't. I just kissed her hairy spot lightly a few times, her hands holding my head fiercely.
"Put your tongue inside, boy," she said harshly. "I can't feel that, what you're doing."
I stuck my tongue out awkwardly and dipped it down and through the hair. The hair was real stiff and bristly, but a moment later my tongue came in contact with soft, wet flesh. At the precise instant I touched her there with my tongue she cried out, her whole body stiffened, she threw one leg over my shoulder, and I was sort of imprisoned between her large, powerful legs.
I never felt such moisture – such exciting moisture, I should say – in all my life. She had plenty of it and it seemed to fairly jump out of her at my lips. I know. This is just nonsense talk, but that was the way it seemed at the time. Now she took hold of my ears and held me there, both of her legs were over my shoulders, too, and I couldn't have gotten away if I had wanted to.
I didn't want to.
I started my tongue movement down at the bottom of her and brought it all the way up to the top, going deeply into her cunt and wriggling it around every which way at great speed. Her body stiffened again and she pumped her loins at me so savagely that I lost contact with her crevice. Her legs came off my shoulders and she yanked me up on top of her roughly – she had a lot of muscle, this woman, believe me – and then she kissed my mouth with hers and held it for a long time, while at the same time I felt her hand fooling around between our bodies, seeking to grab hold of my hardened dick. She couldn't seem to find it for some reason, so I lifted my loins a bit and then she caught up with it and taking hold of it, began to squeeze it lovingly.
"Oh, I love this," she breathed in my ear. "You and I – are going to be – great friends, boy."
"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Shall I stick it in now?"
"I'll tell you when, boy. Just don't get yourself all worked up about it. I'll tell you when I want it inside."
"All right I just figured…"
"Let me do the figuring, boy, this first time anyway."
"All right, Mrs. Devine. Gee, you sure have a swell – body. It's so warm and firm and solid and – everything."
"Thank you, boy. You're not so bad yourself. Your banana feels like it's got pretty good size."
I laughed a bit but nervously. "Yeah," I said, not knowing what else to say. Then I bragged a little. "The girls like it pretty good, most of them."
She appeared to have cooled down a bit for the moment. "You have a lot of girls, boy?"
"Sure," I lied.
"You willing to get rid of them and just have me?"
Inasmuch as I didn't really have any girls to speak of, this sounded like a good deal. "Yes, Mrs. Devine. I'd rather be with you than anyone of them."
She chuckled. "You figure you can get what you want from me and with them you aren't sure. Right?"
"I get plenty from them," I lied.
She laughed this time and pushed me up bit. "Let me up, boy. I have to do something."
I got off and stood up in the darkness and felt her brush past me. I heard her walk across the floor, saw a light flick on for a split second and off it went real fast. I guessed she had done this just to let me see her nudity for a second. I was all for it and I wished she would pull down the shades and turn on at least one small lamp and let me see her body. All along I had felt there was something lacking, and now I knew what it was – a guy likes to see the female he's going to do it to. He wants to see her tits and ass and legs and stuff. That way he can enjoy it a lot more later, or even at the time. I stood there for a couple of minutes and then I saw a small red thing glowing on the other side of the room. I couldn't figure what it was at first until it moved quickly downward and upward. I grinned. She was smoking a cigarette.
"Light me one," I called to her. "I smoke."
"All right, Tommy," her words came back. I saw her light a cigarette, saw her blow out the match, saw the two red cigarette tips come close to where I was standing. I felt her grab my arm.
"Take the cigarette, Tommy."
I took the cigarette from her with some difficulty – I couldn't see which end to grab – and immediately I began to wonder why she had cooled off our love bit scene. "Something wrong, Mrs. Devine?" I asked, copying the words she had used on me earlier.
"No, Tommy. I don't like to rush things, like to take my sweet time about it. You'll see. It's much better when you take your time."
I saw her red ash lower to the floor almost and concluded she was sitting down on the sofa. I groped for the sofa and sat down beside her. "Mrs. Devine," I blurted, "I'd like to see your naked body. Can't we turn a light on for a minute?"
"No, Tommy. No lights. I'm supposed to be out for the evening."
"Oh," I said, not quite understanding her.
"I – er – have to protect myself, Tommy."
"What do you mean?"
"You're fifteen, Tommy. I'm older. Does that explain it?"
"Oh, well," I said, but it didn't explain it too well to me. To tell the truth, I had never – at that time – heard of the law about contributing to the delinquency of a minor, or whatever they call it. Well, I guess maybe I had heard of it, but like most guys my age I didn't really think of myself as a minor. It just never entered my head.
"So you see, Tommy, I have to pretend I'm not at home tonight. It will probably always have to be like this, for a while at least."
"Do you really mean you're going to let me diddle you whenever I want to, Mrs. Devine?"
She laughed softly. "I do love to hear you say that, Tommy. It sends me."
"You mean it turns you on?"
"Right, it turns me on, Tommy."
"Boy, you sure turned me on a while ago when you said that to me."
"What did I say?"
"Something about letting me stick my prick into you."
She laughed again and I felt her hand pressing down on my thigh. "You're quite a boy, Tommy. I really like you. I'm beginning to like you more and more all the time."
I took a small drag on my cigarette and tried not to choke or do anything real stupid like that. I pulled it off pretty good, but I didn't really want the cigarette. "What'll I do with this?" I asked her, meaning the cigarette.
"Feel around on the floor, Tommy. You'll find an ashtray."
I did so and my hand came in contact with something hard. It was an ashtray and I snubbed out the cigarette carefully. She nudged me.
"Put mine out, too, Tommy."
I put it out and straightened up. "Are you gonna let me – pretty soon, Mrs. Devine?" I blurted.
"You getting frantic, Tommy?"
"Nope." I was, however. I was getting frantic as could be.
"Cool it off, Tommy. I want this first time to be great."
"So do I," I replied, disappointed. What the hell was she waiting for – Christmas to come?
"You mustn't think I'm being mean to you, Tommy. It's like I told you. If you wait and wait it gets better and better and then – when the time is ripe it's beautiful."