Chapter 3

Danny Fallon was only fourteen years of age, but he knew what he wanted better than many men twice his age. Danny wanted women, preferably older women. He was an aggressive, redheaded boy, and already he had experienced several short-term affairs with women old enough to be his mother.

He had no mother of his own, which may have contributed to his need for an older female. His own mother had deserted him when he was a baby and he had been brought up by his grandmother, a busy clubwoman type who paid scant attention to the boy other than to see to his material needs. Consequently, Danny had matured much faster than other boys his age. His sexual interests were aroused at an early age.

When he saw the good-looking, big-breasted brunette woman who had recently moved into the old house on the corner of Third and State Streets, he knew he wanted her. Somehow or other he was going to get into her pants. His first good look at her came when he was standing in the driveway of his grandmother's home, looking down Third Street aimlessly. The dark-haired woman had come out onto the rear porch, had stooped over to pick up something and this permitted Danny to see her breasts in their exciting entirety. Instantly he was alert, staring at this lovely vision as if his very life depended on it. When she straightened up, he sighed in resignation, but then she happened to glance up the street and when she did so, she seemed to be smiling at him.

Danny smiled back, making his smile a very wide one so she would be certain to see it plainly, even though they were about half a block from each other. He became very excited when she beckoned to him. He literally ran all the way to her rear porch where he stopped and looked up at her. Up close, she was even more lovely than she was from a distance. Danny could feel a decided growth in his trousers.

"Hi," he said to the woman. "I'm Danny Fallon. I live just down the street."

The brunette woman smiled, revealing beautiful, white teeth. "Hello, Danny. I'm happy to know you. I'm Mrs. Dorin. I've just moved into this house."

"Yes, I heard that you were moving in, or had moved in. I mean, I heard that some woman had moved in. Naturally, I didn't know it was you. I mean . .. er... well, I mean to say I'm glad to meet you, too. Is there anything I can help you with, like carrying stuff, or something? I'd be glad to do whatever you needed."

Danny was so excited he could barely talk to this lovely creature. He was particularly conscious of her large tits, which were still more than one-half exposed to view despite the fact that she was standing erect now. He wanted desperately to bury his face between them, an act that he particularly liked doing.

'That's very nice of you, Danny," Mrs. Dorin replied graciously. "As a matter of fact, I do have a few little jobs I need help with. The sort of thing that requires a man's strength."

Danny liked this very much. It had sounded like she was including him with the men. "All right, Mrs. Dorin, just show me what you want done. I'll be glad to help you. After all, we're neighbors.. . almost."

She opened the door and held it for him while at the same time giving him a most welcome look. This look would have been hard to describe, he decided, but it was there just the same. Danny knew an invitation when he saw one. He stepped up onto the porch and passed by her, touching her body slightly with his own to see what she would do. What she did was wonderful, in his opinion. She held still for it. She allowed him to rub against her gently as he moved into the house. Danny was more excited than ever and he knew he must fight himself a little to keep control over his emotions. It would never do to make a false move now. Wait. Let her make the overt moves, if she would. If she would not, then it was time enough for him to make one.

Mrs. Dorin closed the door and locked it.

Overt move number one, Danny decided happily.

She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes.

Overt move number two.

"Come here, Danny," she coaxed seductively.

This was all he needed. With a grin on his face, he went to her and promptly put his arm about her middle and squeezed her lightly. "I like you," he said huskily.

She hugged him quickly. "Why, Danny, what a nice boy you are," she cooed softly.

"I liked you the minute I saw you, Mrs. Dorin. You're some woman. I like real women. You're a real woman. I can tell just by looking at you."

She leaned back and looked into his eyes searchingly. "Well, I'll be damned," she said and laughed musically. "You've got the hots, haven't you, Danny?"

There it was - the strong overt move in the form of a word. "Yes, Mrs. Dorin," he said eagerly. "You're right. I've got the hots. I've got the hots for you."

She laughed again and reaching down quickly, pleased him immensely by feeling his penis through the cloth of his pants. "Why it's hard," she squealed almost like a young girl. "How very delightful. Would you . . . like to use it,. Danny?" She seemed unsure of herself as she asked the question but this passed quickly.

"Are you kiddin'? Of course I'd like to use it, Mrs. Dorin." He recalled she had locked the door. Wonderful.

"Shall we ... go somewhere and see what happens?"

Again she laughed musically and this time added to the pleasure of the sound by hugging him tightly with one arm while her other hand again lightly felt his hard-on. "Come with me, Danny, to the bedroom."

"Sure, Mrs. Dorin." Danny was so excited by this invitation that he found it difficult to speak clearly but managed to do so nevertheless. "Lead the way."

She kept her arm about his waist even as he held hers and the two of them crossed the kitchen, passed through the living room and entered a bedroom. He saw that the covers had been turned down and this surprised him a little, for he thought that no one did this except his grandmother. Apparently, other women did it, too.

He had little time to think of mundane matters of this sort for Mrs. Dorin had turned her shapely body about partially so that they now stood facing each other. Danny's prick pressed hard against his trousers. She moved her hips back and forth sensuously as she stepped closer still and rubbed her tummy against his raging penis. God, this felt good. Her body was so warm and wonderful it was almost unbelievable.

"Does this feel good to you, boy?" she asked softly.

"Yes. It sure does," he replied. "You've got an awful nice ... body."

Again Mrs. Dorin laughed pleasantly. "Let's get on the bed, dear and see what we can do for each other."

"Yeah, sure," Danny said quickly.

They lay on the bed together, facing each other, holding each other's back. Their eyes met in an intent gaze and then suddenly they both grinned widely. Mrs. Dorin kissed Danny on the mouth and he responded by tonguing her lightly. She drew back, looked at him in surprise, apparently, and kissed him again. Her kisses were terrific, Danny thought. Her lips were so soft and warm and wonderful. Everything about this woman appeared to be warm and wonderful.

He pressed his cock against her tummy.

"Oh . .. my," she exclaimed.

"Can I pull up your dress, Mrs. Dorin?" he asked bluntly, almost out of his mind with passion now.

She pulled back and looked at him with her lovely dark eyes. "Why ... yes ... I think that would be fun, Danny. Do pull my skirt up."

His hand shook as he placed it behind her knee for a moment and then moved it up her smooth thigh. When he heard her sigh he knew everything was going to be fine for him. His hand crept up her thigh further still, until it encountered flesh. She was not wearing pantyhose, Danny discovered at this point. Wonderful. Ordinary stockings turned him on far more than pantyhose and he was pleased that she wore them. His hand crept between her thighs and immediately he felt the smooth texture of her warm flesh. How delicious it was to have your hand between a lovely, mature woman's willing thighs, Danny thought.

Willing thighs?

Danny knew a strange feeling then. For the first time in his life he wanted to get his face between a woman's thighs.

"God," he muttered. "I'm hot."

"Do whatever you want to, Danny," she told him quietly.

"I want to kiss... it," he blurted. "Is that all right?"

"That will be fine, Danny," she told him.

There was something about the way she spoke the words that turned him on tremendously, not that he needed any more turning on. He moaned and kissed her thighs, now wet with passion. She moaned and rubbed her fingers through his hair, clutching and grabbing at it, pulling it, and finally simply rubbing his head. Again he moaned and pulled her legs apart at the same time. Burying his face between her warm thighs, he kissed her flesh repeatedly while she turned and tossed on the bed, evidently in the throes of passion. Finally, he felt one of her legs go about his neck and he was caught in a delicious female grasp. He shifted his position so that he was more on top of her legs now than between them. Her leg about his neck hooked even more and he felt the nylon of her thigh on one side of his face, that of her calf on the opposite. His heart thumping with high excitement, he gave himself over to be clutched in this hot and passionate manner.

"I like this," he murmured. "I really like this."

"And I like it, too, dear. Will you please thrust your sweet young tongue up my . .. hole. Just pull my panties aside and thrust away, boy. My, but you're making me so hot I'm ready to have a convulsion or something."

"I'll try," he replied eagerly and thrust his tongue out of his mouth. He ran it along the inner sides of her warm thighs and felt her body trembling, quivering with anticipation. Reaching in with his hand, he held her panty strip to one side, and with her cunt finally exposed, he ran his tongue over it quickly and lightly, fearful of doing any more at that precise moment. She screamed.

He lifted his head and looked at her dark eyes which seemed to loom directly behind her tit mounds. Her eyes stared straight back into his and he saw her wink once.

"Oh, man," he groaned. "I'm glad I saw you on the porch."

"So am I, Danny. Now then, will you please stick your tongue into my twat again, dear?"

"I sure will," he cried eagerly. "I like to do this. This is just crazy great stuff. Your legs are so warm and soft, and your... your cunt... is ... well, it's just the hottest, wettest thing I ever saw. I could tongue you all day long. Honest. I just love it." This was the longest speech to a female Danny had ever made in his life. Usually, he talked to a woman in short spurts, not wanting to waste time and energy on words.

"I think," she said as if having reconsidered her previous request, "that if you'll get off me I can pull off my panties and then you can get at it easier. Don't you think so, dear?" She looked at him sharply.

"Oh ... all right." Danny moved away from her and watched as she lifted her lovely hips and pulled down her panties, taking them off entirely and tossing them to the floor. "Take off your skirt, too, Mrs. Dorin," he blurted. "I'd like to see you bare. Leave your stockings on, though. I like stockings on a lovely woman like you."

She was now totally naked except for her stockings and the little belt about her waist that served to hold them up. Danny stared at her shapely, tanned body, noting her rising and falling breasts, the tiny pinkish nipples attached to them, the exciting shape of the twin mounds. His hand cupped one of her full tits as she fastened her gaze on his eyes. He rubbed the soft flesh and still she looked him deeply in the eye.

"Suck it, dear," she said quietly. "Suck my titty, please."

"Yes," he heard himself say. "I'd like to suck your titty, Mrs. Dorin. You have pretty titties."

"Suck them, please," she appealed again. "Both of them. In fact, suck everything you see. I like to be sucked by young boys. I like it very much."

Danny did not think of himself as being a young boy despite the fact that he was. However, he took no offense at her remark. It would be silly to take offense at anything this lovely female might say. The idea was to seduce her in every way imaginable. Nothing else mattered. "And I like sucking you," he returned, eyeing her pretty lips and wondering what it would be like to have them fastened securely about his quivering cock.

"Please," she said impatiently. "Suck my titties. I want you to do it so very much."

Danny lowered his face to her bosom and took a nipple lightly between his lips, applying suction to it. The delightful little point popped into his mouth all the way along with much of her breast flesh itself. He ran his tongue over her flesh, sucking as hard as he could. She sighed and stroked his head and this seemed to set him up in great style. Shifting to her other breast, he enjoyed it for a long minute and then left it to go lower on her magnificent body. Ah, this was where the real action was, he knew. The lower down, the better it was. He ran his tongue in and out of her navel and felt her shiver. He also felt her pull his hair hard, which told him she was growing even more passionate. Lower still he went until his lips came in contact with the stiff pubic hair. Wonderful! He ran his tongue through the moist hair and found the top portion of her inner wetness.

"Oh, God," she cried, stiffening her entire body instantly. "Oh, God, kid, that's it. Keep that tongue right there, baby."

Danny's cock was terribly hard now and it dripped cum occasionally. He scarcely paid any attention to these squirtings, other than to experience the delightful sense of ejaculation, however small it might be.

"Get your tongue in there, kid," she cried. "Get it way in and make me spasm."

Danny had never heard it put this way but he knew what she meant, perhaps instinctively. "Yes, Mrs. Dorin," he mumbled, but did not go into her immediately. He wanted to play around with the top part of her wet region, the spot he had just tongued, the spot that had caused her to stiffen and cry out. This had turned him on considerably and he sought to obtain the maximum emotion by continuing his lapping of her clit.

"I like to do this," he muttered.

"I can't hear you, dear. Speak louder," she told him, her voice strong with emotion.

"I said I like doing this to you. It makes me hot."

She patted his head lovingly. 'That's a good boy," she said, much as if she were dealing with a puppy dog. "Just keep on being pleasing."

He dug his tongue into her and she squealed rapturously. However, she did something then which startled him. She flung him away from her thighs and threw him over on his back, his cock sticking straight up in the air. He was amazed at her strength. Not knowing what she wanted, he lay still and watched her as she moistened her lips several times as if in preparation for what he had been thinking about a few moments previously. However, she made no move to take his prick in her mouth. Instead, she did something else he had never before experienced but had thought of frequently.

She sat down on his cock, permitting it to enter her warm wetness slowly and beautifully. Danny nearly went off because of the intense heat from her inner body. He fought himself to hold back. He did not want to blow off quickly. That would put an end to things much too soon.

She sank down lower on him, her cunt surrounding his cock and holding it in a tight viselike grip.

"Wonderful," he sighed. "Man, is that ever wonderful."

"You like my hot cunt over your parts, don't you, dear?" she asked, eyeing him with those dark, lust-filled orbs of hers.

"Yes. It feels great." Danny swallowed hard. "I'm getting . . . fucked, aren't I, Mrs. Dorin?"

She grinned tensely. "Yes, dear. I like to fuck young boys. It really turns me on. Getting fucked by them is fine, too, but sometimes I prefer to handle the action my own way."

"I like it, too," he cried out. "Please fuck me, Mrs. Dorin. I need to be fucked real bad."

She grinned tensely again and began to move her great hips about in a circular manner. The friction of the movement nearly drove Danny wild with urge. Again he nearly blew off, but managed to retain his fluid. He must hold back, he thought. Only a silly fool would go off quickly when he had his cock up such a warm and wonderful cunt.

"God," she murmured, "but you are hard, kid. Hard as a rock."

Danny muttered something or other that made no sense whatever. He was not in the mood for making sense with words, for his emotions were running rampant now and they were engulfing him in their torrents, leaving him unable to verbalize coherently for the moment.

"How do you like it, kid?" she asked, grunting the words as her tanned, firm body moved up and down on his penis. "Does it feel good? You're not saying much."

Danny struggled to reply. "It feels. .. great, Mrs. Dorin. How do you . .. like it?"

She leaned over him more so that her tits were now hanging down over his chest. "I love it, boy. I love the hell out of it. Fucking kids is my specialty."

He swallowed hard, moistening his dry lips afterwards. "I'm glad you like to fuck kids," He swallowed again. "I'm a kid. That's why I'm glad."

"You're a hot kid, you know that. This cock of yours is beautiful. Feels just great rammed up my cunt. Any time you feel like spurting, go right ahead. You young boys can always fuck several times in a row." She looked at him sharply. "You can fuck more than one time, can't you, boy?" she asked.

"Sure. I guess so. Man, I'm so hot. I guess maybe I'll just do like you said and spray your insides."

She laughed tensely. "You do that, kid. Spray my cunt like mad. I love having my cunt sprayed with cock juice."

"Oh ... Jesus," he moaned. 'The way you talk to me drives me nuts, Mrs. Dorin."

"I like the way you keep calling me 'Mrs. Dorin' for some reason. Don't stop doing it. Makes me all the hotter."

"I'm going to ..." he started to say but stopped.

She pumped him hard. "You're .. . going . .. to ... do ... what, kid?" she grunted.

"Oh, shit," he moaned, turning his head from side to side repeatedly. "Oh ... God!"

The look of Danny's face was one of wild ecstasy. The passion of the moment had totally overtaken him.

"Come on now, boy, give it to Mrs. Dorin," she begged, as she worked her hips about and up and down expertly. "Let me feel the hot spurtings of your cock juice."

"Oh, God," Danny moaned again. "I think I'm ... going . .. crazy . .."

"Just blow 'em off, dear. Blow 'em off in my cunt. This lady wants you to blow 'em off in her cunt. Her cunt needs your juice, kid, give it to her. Now!"

Danny closed his eyes, stiffened his body and promptly emptied the contents of his rod into the older woman's warm wetness.

She pumped him dry expertly.

He sighed deeply and exploded with another load of cum almost immediately.

Again she pumped him dry .. . and kept on pumping his cock as if determined to drain his body completely of its fluids.

And drain him again she did.

The third time was the biggest, longest, most satisfying explosion he had ever experienced. The stuff seemed to squirt up into her inner body without ever ending.

"That's the way to do it, boy. You're some good fucker, you are, kid," she gasped, as her own body shuddered, giving evidence that she, too, was having repeated orgasms.

"So are you," he replied weakly.

She gasped and shuddered again. "So am I what, boy?" she asked, even as her cunt continued to jack him off powerfully.

"So are you some good fucker," he told her, as the last of his cock juice shot upwards into her steaming twat.