Johnny Does a Favor
Elm Street was a half-mile from Johnny's house. The boy was heading that way, looking forward to meeting Emma Boswell.
Johnny was wearing an black T-shirt that had white sleeves. The long bulge in his gray sweatpants that was his dick was practically pasted to his limping left leg. His black sneakers had white soles.
That morning -- after getting her brains fucked out and back in by her own 6-year-old son -- Johnny's mother, Sadie, told him that an old friend of hers had recently moved to Happy Valley. The women went through childhood and high school together before moving to different cities. Sadie was eager to show Emma what she had been up to these past six years. Johnny, of course, was more than happy to help.
Eventually, Johnny arrived at a brick house. After walking up the steps, he rang the doorbell.
"Be right there!" a muffled, feminine voice said. The door soon opened, and the boy was amazed at what he saw. "Well, hello there!" the middle-aged woman gushed. She put a hand on one side of the doorway. "So you're Sadie's son -- Johnny, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh..." Johnny eyed her breasts and nodded.
Emma's tits were literally bursting out of her candy-cane-striped bathrobe. Not only were the tops visible, but so were the inner sides! The brown areola were half-hidden by the furry opening of the clothing. The cleavage slightly pressed against one another as she leaned on her supporting hand and crossed her legs.
Johnny looked at her grinning face.
Straight, brown hair surrounded her round head and blocked the sides of her black glasses. Beady, green eyes were each on one side of the long bridge of her nose.
"My goodness, you are a cute little bastard, aren't you? Your mother wasn't kidding! Come in, sweetie, I wanna see if she was telling the truth about your cock!"
Removing her hand from the wall, she gripped Johnny's wrist and led him inside.
The living room floor was made of white marble tiles. In the center, there was a rectangular coffee table, which was on top of a gray, oval-shaped rug with a dark gray border. Against a wall with a framed picture of a sunset, there was a yellow love seat. Across from that was the yellow couch. Sunlight illuminated the room from the large window in the back.
Emma sat on the love seat and let go of her guest's hand. She gazed approvingly at the bulge in his left pant leg that was slowly getting thicker. Shamelessly, she put one hand on the boy's waistband, and the other on the object hidden by the clothing.
"I gotta see how you're hung, darling." Emma gently squeezed the center of Johnny's dick. "Hmmm... looks and feels like a pretty big package, all right." Excitedly, she tugged at the elastic waistband of his gray pants and pulled them down, exposing more and more Johnny.
Before the sweatpants pooled at his feet, Johnny's dick flopped upward and bobbed up and down as if it were nodding in agreement to Emma's earlier comment. It looked to be as thick as an empty toilet paper roll. Hanging between Johnny's knees was a long ball sack. The hairless bag looked like it was carrying a couple of pool balls.
"Oh... my... God! This is incredible!" Emma exclaimed. She crouched down for a better look. "You're bigger than any man I've had! What the fuck has Sadie been feeding her son?" She held his sack and lifted it a bit. "Jesus, no wonder your sack is stretching so low -- these balls weight a ton!" Softly, she set them down. Then she ran her middle fingertips under his dick, causing Johnny to shudder. "A cock like this belongs on a fucking horse!" Emma stood and untied her bathrobe. "And Johnny, my dear," she began as she gripped each side of her open robe, "here's what your mommy's friend has to offer!" The woman pulled her garment open, revealing her nude frontal body in its full glory.
The divorcee's cleavage was nearly wide enough to cover her upper arms.
"Awesome!" commented Johnny.
With a grin, Emma slid her arms out of the long sleeves and let the wooly robe drop behind her. Turning around, she leaned over to pick up the garment. When her fingers gripped the collar, she closed her legs and bent her knees for a crouch. Lightly wiggling her ass, she arose to toss the bathrobe onto the couch.
Johnny watched the breasts jiggle as she approached.
Brushing her inner elbow against the side of her right tit, Emma reached out to take her guest's hand. After waiting for him to step out of his pants, she turned around and led him past the couch.
"Enough of this 'showing each other' shit!" Emma suggested as she and her bottomless guest walked through a fairly dark hall. "To my bedroom, sweetie!"
The bedroom floor was bare, thin rectangles of wood forming it. On the ceiling was a pair of light bulbs. In one corner, beside a screened window, there was a forest green armchair. A king-sized bed stood on brown legs against a tan-colored wall. One wooden dresser was on either side of it. Sitting on the floor in front of the bed was a medium-sized black TV.
Emma let go of Johnny's hand and watched him climb into bed with his balls dragging along the yellow sheet. Before he could rest his head on the white pillow, she was right beside him. Her left hand started at his shin. Slowly, it glided up to his knee, then his thigh, before ending up at his dick.
The woman was amazed and delighted at the utter magnificence of the pubescent boy's full erection and its hardness. It was like hot, hard steel, yet fleshy. Her hand could barely fit around it. Fingers encircled, she went up to the head. The spongy tip was already leaking precum, which dripped onto her thumb.
Bringing her hand to her mouth, Emma licked the liquid off. It tasted no different from that of a man.
Wanting more, she got on her knees and hovered her face over the provider. Then she lowered her mouth over the helmet. Bracing herself, she gobbled down the dick until her lips were well past the head. Her lips were nearly stretched to their limits by the time she gathered half of it.
Quickly, she bobbed her head up and down, inhaling eight inches at a time before letting it back out. Sometimes, she would go further down. Her tongue was on the floor of her mouth, making saliva trails on the underside of Johnny's cock. Sounds of her slurping filled the room, as well as her vocal squeaking.
Johnny sighed in bliss with a smile. He looked down and met Emma's lustful eyes. There, he could see the desire to fuck him stupid in her. Gently, he clutched at her hair.
Emma responded by going even faster. Her left hand went to his balls, and her right hand went to his belly. The left hand carefully grabbed at his sack, rolling the nuts around and massaging the hairless pouch.
"Uugghh... ooohhh shit..." Johnny groaned after a while.
The woman could feel the sperm filling the sack, ready for launch. She pulled herself off and settled for masturbation. With both hands, she rolled the skin of Johnny's meat up and down.
"Cum for me, Johnny!" she begged, slapping herself with it. "Cum all over me, you horse-dicked bastard! Spray it all over my face!"
A long string of semen squirted out of Johnny's pea-sized piss hole and hit the bridge of Emma's nose. From there, it splattered in all directions, landing in her dark bangs, dripping onto her pink bottom lip, and covering her glasses. It was about half the volume of a 25 cent fruit juice. Within the brief pause before the next wad, she directed the dick down to her mouth, filling it almost instantly. When she sealed her lips to gulp it down, her lips were showered by globs of salty, white goo. The sticky substance made it harder for her to open her mouth, but she did to capture most of the soon-to-come cum. Some of it ended up on her tits and neck.
When it was over, Emma swallowed the all of sperm that seeped into her mouth and grinned at Johnny, not bothering to clean the rest of the semen off her face and hair.
"Jesus! That was the biggest load of cum I ever saw, and I've seen thousands! Including all the times my ex-husband and his three friends came all over me!" Johnny just laid there with a smile. She took off her glasses. "I'm horribly near-sighted, but the glasses are smeared with cum. Shit!" She tossed them aside. "I don't need them for this, anyway!" Her eyes met the single eye of his dick, which was now standing at attention. "Well, look what we have here," she purred, running a finger up the underside.
The woman then stood on the bed, hovering over her guest, Standing there, her cunt was just higher than Johnny's dick.
"Oohh... yeah..." Johnny moaned when she rubbed her wet pussy along his precum-stained helmet.
"Okay, you freak-dicked little bastard," Emma announced, "LET'S GET IT ON!"
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