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Author: Wm M. Martin

Title: Mary Kay

Universe: Summer of '69

Part: 1

Summary: A young teenage boys seduction by his upstairs neighbor.

Keywords: mF, oral, seduction





Summer of '69

Part 1, Mary Kay 



She was any fourteen year old boy's wet dream. She was definitely this

fourteen year old boy's wet dream. She was my upstairs neighbor Mary

Kay. I saw her almost every day. She was tall; about five foot ten,

slim at one hundred forty pounds, and built like a brick shit house,

big breasted to say the least. I was madly in lust with her.



The year is 1969, the summer of love, and I had just turned fourteen a

week ago. Like any fourteen year old boy I was in a state of constant

horniness. I would have fucked a wood pile if someone told me there

was a snake in it. I was always on the alert to get a glimpse of

female flesh and Mary had everything a boy could want to see. I had

watched he go in and out of our building dozen of times, her large

tits straining a sweater, her long beautiful legs in high boots, that

round ass incased in a tight mini skirt, shoulder length auburn hair

and green eyes, soft white skin with just a spray of freckles across

her nose (and as I would soon learn across the top of her beasts), yes

sir, she was a looker for sure.



The day my life started to change was the morning of the second

Saturday in June. I was up and about getting ready for a day in the

woods or maybe for a swim when I noticed the sound of a television

coming from the upstairs apartment. I 1969 we didn't' own a TV and the

only time I got to watch one was if we went over to my older sister's

house. I could hear the sounds of Saturday morning cartoons coming

from upstairs. I debated with myself for about twenty seconds over how

ballsy it would be to ask if I could watch her TV and decided to go

for it.



I dodged my moms "where are you going", and headed up stairs to Mary

Kay's. She answered the door wearing a short terry cloth robe tied at

the waste. I could see she had something pink and frilly on under the

robe. I know now it was I what you would call a teddy. She gave me a

big smile an asked what I wanted. With my glazed eyes focused on the

tops of her creamy breast I asked if I could watch her TV for an hour

or so. She gave me a queer little smile, not really a smirk but close.

I realize now she could read me like a book.



She invited me in and I quickly plopped into the large easy chair to

hide the growing lump in my pants. It seemed my cock was always in a

state of semi-arousal, ready to jump to erection at the least

provocation. Just being in the same room with Mary was reason enough.

She being only half dressed was way over the top.



"What would you like to see" she coyly asked as she bent toward the

sets channel selector. As she slowly leaned forward the back of her

robe, like a stage curtain, slowly rose revealing an ever expanding

field of pink thighs stopping just below the globes of her ass.



My mouth felt as dry as the Sahara and I could hardly breathe I barley

managed to croak, "Cartoons, please".



She glanced back between her arm and side, noting her handy work, and

simply adjusted the volume of the current station. "I have to get

dressed" she said as she strolled out of the room. As I watched her

retreating back I do believe I let out an audible sigh.



Over the next two weeks while school was still in session I watched

cartoons at Mary's on each Saturday. During that time she played me

like a trout on a line. The first Saturday after she answered the door

wearing the same robe and teddy only the robe was just barely tied

shut. There was a two inch gap down the middle of her robe revealing

the teddy underneath. The very obviously see through teddy. The

glimpses I could see, the soft shadow of her naval, the cleavage of

her unrestrained breasts, made my head swim with desire. All of this

turned my blood into a high octane testosterone stew. For the next

hour she came in and out of the every five minutes or so picking

things up and moving them dusting and such. Every move she made

revealed or hid, as she bent forward her tits would sway almost

pushing the robe completely open. My dick was like an iron bar in my

pants. 



After an hour I couldn't take it any more and fled her apartment. I

raced to my personnel den in our cellar, ripped my pants open and with

out ceremony at all beat my meat like a monkey in the zoo. It took all

of thirty seconds for me to blow my load. I came so hard my prostate

gland almost colapsed into a black hole. This relieved some of the

pressure on my brain and I started to think about what just happened.

Was she deliberately teasing me? The more I thought about it, and

believe me I thought about it a lot, the more I was convinced she was

teasing me. 



What did this mean? I didn't know but I determined to be a little more

forward. Come Saturday morning, 9AM, I am back at Mary Kay's door.

When the door opened I almost swooned. The pink teddy was there but

the robe was gone. She was obviously braless as I could see the dark

shadows of her nipples and, oh my god, the other shadow at her crotch.



Mary turned and walked away leaving the door open. Her hips swayed as

she walked and again I could see the shadow of her deep ass cleavage.

"Come on in" she said as she left the room. I was sure she was going

to put on the robe but she returned just minute latter with a cup of

coffee sans robe.



I had just settled onto the couch when she returned. She walked to the

television and slowly squatted to turn it on. In the reflection of the

set I could almost see paradise. My heart skipped a beat. After she

turned on the set she strolled to the arm chair and sat down and

crossed her legs, her teddy riding up and showing an expanse of creamy

white thighs and her lower ass. I felt like a chameleon with my eyes

pointed in two directions. One eye pretended to watch the cartoons but

the other was locked on to all that flesh.



"Do you like what you see" she asked? Her voice had gone soft and

gravely. My mouth dropped open and I nodded my head vigorously.



"Do you think I'm pretty William"?



"You're beautiful" I croaked, and I meant it too. 



"How sweet, would you like to touch my legs" she crooned? My head

bounced up and down like a bobble head doll. She crooked her finger at

me giving a "come hither" motion. I fell to my knees and crawled to

her feet. She giggled "My, aren't you an eager boy". She uncrossed her

legs and held one out, "rub my calves please".



My hands trembled as I stroked her legs. I couldn't believe anything

could be so sensual, the feel of her skin, so soft and smooth, and the

smell of her. What was that smell, is it perfume and musk? It was

driving me crazy.  It was making my mouth water. I could hardly breath

I was so excited. I ran my hands up her left calf to the knee rubbing

and kneading her muscles as I went. I wanted to kiss it but was afraid

to go that far. I bent forward and breathed in her aroma, that smell

that is woman and again I almost swooned with sensory overload. I

heard Mary give a soft humming sound from deep in her throat and as I

rubbed her legs her knees slowly, oh so slowly began to part and that

smell became subtlety stronger.



Now at fourteen I was not a complete sexual idiot. After all I had

been reading the Forum section of Penthouse magazine for months now

and although I was sure I wasn't ready to try duck fucking or rubber

bondage I was  also pretty sure that pussy eating sounded right up my

alley. My brain was processing that olfactory information it was

receiving and from deep in my primeval data banks it was telling me

what it meant. I was drawn like a hound to the fox and now I did kiss

her leg. I moved between her knees and lowering my head I kissed up

her legs, past her knees to the inside of her thighs. I heard her gasp

in surprise and then softly moan in pleassure and surrender. I felt

the muscles of her thighs relax and there right before my young eyes

was the prize. 



I've seen many a pussy since that day in June of '69 and I have never

seen a grown woman that had less pubic hair than Mary Kay. I don't

mean shaved or trimmed. Her natural state was as sparse as a young

teen. Long silky flaming red strands that barley hid her charms. The

outer lips were thick and full and the inner lips were as pink as

roses. They were swollen and pushed out opening like a flower. The dew

on the petals was clear to see and I dove in like a man dieing of

thirst. Having no experience at cunt lapping I licked everywhere and

anywhere. I sunk my tongue into her cunt as far as it would go

swirling it around to collect as much of her juice as I could. I

sucked her outer lips making them swell in my mouth and licked the

fold between to get every last drop. The taste was intoxicating and I

was hooked for life.



Mary was not a passive participant as I went about my inept but

enthusiastic pussy eating spree, she moaned encouragement and rocked

her hips holding my head with one hand and rubbing her dripping pussy

on my face. As I slowed down from my initial ravenous attack she began

to direct my movements. Using my ears like rudders she slowly moved me

up to where she wanted me and when I ran my tongue over that lump and

heard that deep throated groan and felt her shudder and that swivel

and jerk of her hips, I received an epiphany. As Brigham Young once

told the Mormons "This is the spot". I gazed at her beautiful engorged

clit and new I had reached that holy grail of feminine pleasure and I

vowed I would never wander to far from it again, so help me god, amen.



Although I was still in a fog I went back to my task with deliberate

determination. I wrapped my lips around that pulsing knob and sucked.

I swiped my tongue back and forth to collect her flowing juices and

watched in awe as Mary Kay became more and more excited. "Yes, yes

suck my clit" she chanted as her ass began to rotate in classic bump

and grind. "Suck it baby, suck it". Her cunt nectar was clear and thin

with only a mild musky taste more like a young girls than a woman. As

her excitement grew she grabbed my head and was scrubbing my face with

cunt. Her pussy juice covered my entire face and was dripping off my

chin and I slurped it up as fast as I could. Mary pulled my face

tighter and tighter to her cletching pussy her hips going into

overdrive. I was doing it; I was going to make her cum.



Her voice began to rise and she began to chant "Yes, yes, yes" over

and over until with a sudden cry and a flurry of motion her hips went

into a series of hard thrusting spasms and the juices really flowed. I

had done it. I had made a woman cum and in a blinding flash of white

light I came too. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I shot my load into

my pants. I could feel my briefs filling with my slippery cum and it

seemed to go on forever. As Mary calmed down she gently pushed me back

from her sensitive flesh and for the first time I took a real look.

Her outer labia were thick and swollen with almost no hair at all. I

observed there were a few curly red hairs on each side of her

glistening gash but none below and her asshole was as pink and

hairless as a baby's pussy. Her inner labia were a much richer and

deeper pink and they shined with her fluids they were thick and open

pushing her outer lips apart and making an inviting target of her open

and moist vagina. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful

sight.



She slowly pulled me up next to her on the chair kissing my neck and

then my lips. Gentle kisses with only a little tongue involved. Again

I thought I would swoon.  Her hands ran across the front of my stained

pants feeling the wet spot but also feeling my still raging hard on.

Her hand squeezed me and we each gently moaned into the others mouth.

I was almost panting by the time she unbuckled my pants and I

franticly tried to push them down past my hips. As my underwear went

down my young cock sprang free as hard as a steel rod. She stroked me

softly spreading my slippery cum over my pulsing cock. I gritted my

teeth to keep from cumming to soon and was rewarded by seeing that

magnificent head of red hair descend toward my lap. 



Now this was not my first blow job (that's another story, boys will be

boys ;-) but it was my first from a woman. Mary's thick red hair

pooled in my lap hiding what she was doing but I felt those full red

lips wrap around my young cock and I thought I had died and gone to

heaven. She worked me slow and methodically gently sucking as her head

slowly bobbed up and down. Her tongue swirled this way and that

teasing first the throbbing head then the shaft then all the way down

to my tender balls which were pulled up hard to the base of my dick.

She bobbed her head and sucked my five inch boy cock. It was no use, I

just couldn't control myself and entirely too soon I was jerking like

a landed trout and filling Mary Kay's mouth with a hot sticky load of

boy cum. She hummed gently as she received my offering and swallowed

it down.



I lay back on the couch exhausted, panting like a dog. Mary leaned

back against the arm of the couch giving me a languid look. As I

caught my breath and looked at her my eyes locked on those magnificent

breasts and I realized I hadn't even tried to touch them. I was a

little disappointed in myself for having missed that opportunity. 



"Well, wasn't that fun" Mary crooned. All I could do was not. "I think

it's time for you to go now William. You can come back next Saturday"

she paused for a few heat beats, "if you want to that is". 



She led me stupefied to the door. "Remember, next Saturday, not

sooner, okay? I left her apartment with my head in the clouds and what

I'm sure was the stupidest grin ever plastered on the face of a boy.



More to come.

Comments welcome: carpediem6655@gmail.com

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