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Mrs. Murphy's Going Away Present
by SquidTickle (address withheld)
***
When Mrs. Murphy finds a 15-year old neighbor boy
dozing in bed in his underwear, she gives him a treat
that he can't get out of his mind. He has to see her
again. And when he does, she gives him even more to
remember her by. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, mast, oral, anal)
***
It was almost noon on a warm spring day and I was still
in bed. Not quite sixteen years old, I had a job at a
bakery that I went to both before and after school. It
was a tough schedule in more ways than one. I missed a
lot of the fun the other kids in my high school were
having after school, so I tried to make up for it by
going out at night, even on school nights. I rarely got
enough sleep, and on days I didn't have to work,
sometimes I just ditched school and slept in.
That's what I had done this particular morning, and I
was just waking up around noon. I wasn't ready to get
up yet, so I was just laying there on top of the covers
in my under shorts. We didn't have air conditioning,
and the room was getting pretty warm as the sun climbed
in the sky.
My hand drifted down to my crotch, and I gently pulled
on my penis and balls. I had only begun masturbating a
few months earlier, and I was still a little
embarrassed by it. That little touch made my penis feel
good, but I was hesitant to get started, even though I
was the only person in the house. So I just lay there
with my hand resting on my crotch, dozing and
considering the idea of maybe jacking off. I had a
Playboy hidden under my bed, but I wasn't ready to pull
it out yet.
Then something made me open my eyes. I was surprised to
see Mrs. Murphy from next door standing at the end of
my bed looking down at me. I hadn't heard her walk in.
What was she doing here? I suddenly became very
conscious of my hand on my dick, and I tried to slide
it off casually, hoping she wouldn't notice I'd been
preparing to pleasure myself.
"Why aren't you in school?" she asked. It wasn't
accusing. Just a question. I told her I was too tired
to go in. "My job at the bakery keeps me worn out," I
said.
She just stood there looking at me. I wanted her to
leave so I closed my eyes. "I can't seem to wake up," I
said.
My mom didn't particularly like Mrs. Murphy or her
husband. She thought they were crude. He liked to tell
dirty jokes, and sometimes when neighbors would get
together, Mrs. Murphy would drink a little too much and
flirt with the other husbands. I didn't pay much
attention to them, or to any adults really. I was going
through a phase where I felt awkward around adults.
When my eyes were open, I had avoided looking at Mrs.
Murphy, but now that they were closed, I began
imagining what she looked like. She was a tall woman,
with brown hair that might have once been red. It just
seemed faded now. She wasn't bad looking, but probably
in her late thirties. That was ancient to a 15-year
old. In another month the South Florida beaches would
be crawling with super hot teenagers in tiny two-pieces
– much more to my liking.
Mrs. Murphy and her boyfriend lived next door with
three kids. Two belonged to one of them and one to the
other, but I didn't pay enough attention to find out
whose was whose. All three were grade school age, so I
wasn't particularly interested in them.
I wasn't interested in Mrs. Murphy, either, but here
she was standing at the end of my bed, watching me
pretend to sleep with nothing on but a pair of jockey
shorts.
I started wondering what she was doing in our house.
This time of day, usually no one was here. Why would
she be walking around in our house? But I didn't say
anything.
"Is your mother home," I heard her ask. I said no and
we both fell silent. I pretended to be falling asleep.
I lay there listening for her to leave. After a few
minutes I began to wonder if she had left without my
hearing her, but I didn't want to open my eyes and let
her see I was still awake. The tension was making my
heart speed up, and it was all I could do to keep from
breathing rapidly. That would be a dead giveaway.
Then, as if it had a mind of its own, my dick started
to get hard.
I tried to breathe slowly to get my mind off my dick,
but instead I was seeing Mrs. Murphy and beginning to
think she wasn't all that bad. She was tall, as I said,
with a large body – not fat, but wide hips and large
breasts. Nothing at all like the skinny girls at
school.
Then I felt the end of the bed go down a bit and I
realized she had sat down on the bed, about even with
my knees. I though I'd open my eyes to see what she was
up to, but I wasn't ready to give up the pretense of
sleep yet. I laid there for what seemed an eternity,
trying to keep my dick soft through sheer willpower,
but it was growing bigger by the second and I knew in a
few minutes if I couldn't stop it, I would have a full-
fledged hard-on.
That's when she touched it.
She just gave it the tiniest soft stroke with a few
fingers, as if trying to see if it was real. Her
fingers gently ran down the length of it and traced
around the edge of the head through my underwear.
By now my dick was straining against my jockey shorts,
about as big as it gets. I was breathing through my
mouth, trying not to make a sound to give away how
turned on I was. A thousand thoughts were racing
through my head. I wanted her to leave, but I didn't
want her to leave. I didn't want to think about what
might happen next, but I wanted it to happen quickly.
This was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I'd had one
girl rub my dick through my pants once, and a couple of
times while making out I had pushed my hard-on against
a girl so she could feel it pressed against her body
through her clothes. But never had anyone run her
fingers across the head of my dick like that.
She took her hand off it, and I thought she was getting
up to leave. But instead I felt her fingers at the
waistband of my shorts, gently pulling them down. She
seemed to take forever. I guess she was trying not to
wake me. The waistband stretched as far as it could,
but my dick was still inside, with no hope of coming
out without a major struggle.
I considered lifting my hips so she could slide the
shorts off, but that would have ended it, I was sure.
If she really thought I was asleep, she would be caught
taking advantage of me when I woke up. And if she was
only pretending to think I was asleep, we were both
playing the same game. Waking up would ruin the magic.
But that raging hard-on wanted to get out of those
shorts. I was ready to take a chance and help her out
when I felt a finger slip under the hem on the leg
opening of my briefs. Then another finger slipped in,
and she gently lifted the leg enough to slide my dick
out sideways. The touch of her fingers against my bare
skin sent pulses through my entire body. It was the
first time a woman had touched my naked dick.
Without saying a word, she stood my dick straight up.
It would have stood on its own, but she had hold of it
at the base, holding it gently but firmly. I didn't
want her to let go. In fact, I was hoping she'd begin
moving it up and down and jack me off, but she just
held it, not moving her hand at all.
Then I felt the unmistakable sensation of lips sliding
gently up from the middle of my shaft to the top. They
were warm and moist, but not wet. But when she got to
the head of my dick, she opened her mouth wider and let
the head slip in, rolling her tongue around it and
sucking gently.
She pulled her mouth back slightly, then pressed
forward and took about half the length of my cock in
her mouth. Hesitating only for a second at the bottom,
she drew her mouth up slowly again. He lips fully
encircled my penis, and as she pulled up, I could feel
suction on the tip of my dick. She didn't let it come
out all the way, just held the head against her lips
and ran her tongue down the groove. Then she started
sliding her lips down my pole again.
Her fingers gripped the base of my penis firmly, and
when her mouth moved down, she would pres down on my
pubic bone right where the shaft begins. On one down
stroke, I felt a tooth graze my dick. But only once.
I had never paid much attention to Mrs. Murphy's face,
but as she worked on my dick I realized how large her
mouth was. She had a prominent jaw, and a wide mouth
with slightly protruding front teeth. In no time at all
she was taking my entire six inches into that mouth.
Sometimes she'd let the head press against the inside
of her cheek, and other times it just seemed to
disappear into a large cavern. I wouldn't feel anything
on the head until she was coming back up again and her
tongue and lips ran across it.
I think I might have moaned at this point. I know my
hips were moving ever so slightly back and forth. I was
tempted to grab her head and start wildly fucking her
mouth, but I was able to contain myself, moving my hips
almost imperceptibly in and out in rhythm with her
movements.
This was the first blowjob I'd ever gotten. I wanted
her to go on for hours, but of course in a matter of
seconds I was shooting my sperm into her willing mouth.
She kept sucking, swallowing everything I gave her and
running her tongue around, over, and under my head,
cleaning it all off.
She continued to suck gently as my penis grew soft in
her mouth. I was trying not to start shaking. I had
only been masturbating a few months, and this orgasm
was so much stronger than the ones I'd given myself
that I really couldn't compare them.
I felt her tongue swirl around my dick one more time,
then she gently slipped my nearly limp tool back
through the leg of my underwear, and as silently as she
had come into the room, she was gone.
I lay there in ecstasy for a few minutes. Before long I
was squeezing my dick, which had gotten hard again as I
thought about what had just happened. Remembering the
feeling of her lips on my penis, I jerked off and came
again almost immediately.
For the next several weeks, I masturbated almost every
night thinking about Mrs. Murphy. Every time I passed
her house I looked for her. There was a slow fence with
a hedge between our yards, and sometimes I'd stand near
it, trying to catch a glimpse of her through a window.
One night I jerked off right there, shooting my load
into the bushes, hidden by the night.
But I never saw her. I began to wonder if it had all
been a dream. I'd been dozing when she came in, after
all, and she had not said a word after asking whether
my mother was home. Did she leave and I dreamt the
whole thing?
No way. That mouth was just too amazing. But it didn't
look like there would be a repeat. She had indulged
herself, sucking a teenage cock, probably for the first
time in 20 years, and now it was over. I wasn't gong to
get any more.
Then one day as I was mowing the backyard, she called
to me over the hedge. She wanted help in a few days
loading some boxes into a rented van. The rumors were
true. She and Mr. Murphy were splitting up and she was
moving out. He was already gone. I agreed to help and
spent the next two days trying to figure out how I was
going to get her to suck me off again.
I arrived at the house on schedule and found only Mrs.
Murphy there. Good sign. The place was nearly empty.
Most of the furniture had already been moved. Her girls
were staying with relatives while she got set up in her
new apartment.
It was hot. I had only moved a few boxes and was
dripping with sweat, so I pulled my t-shirt off. Mrs.
Murphy gave me a smile. Actually, it was what me and my
friends called a shit-eating grin. Another good sign.
Mrs. Murphy was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I
couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her ample breasts swayed every time she moved. When
she'd lift a box, they'd pop up and stick out. They
were plenty big, I could see, and as the sweat began to
soak though the shirt, I could see her big nipples. It
was my turn for a shit-eating grin. She caught me and
said, "What are you looking at?" Then laughed and
grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together. She
flicked the nipples with her fingers and grinned.
"That's for later," she said, and picked up another
box.
I could feel my dick beginning to stir.
We loaded box after box into the van and started
putting the furniture in. There wasn't much left – just
some chairs, a small table, and a king size bed. She
told me the bed wasn't going. She'd sold it and someone
would pick it up the next morning.
"I get to use it one more time," she said. It was
obvious she didn't mean for sleeping.
When we were finished loading the van, she went to the
refrigerator and pulled out two beers. I'd had a few
beers in my life, but no adult had ever handed me one.
"You know what I could use?" she asked. I wasn't going
to tell her what was on my mind. "A nice shower," she
answered herself.
She drank her beer down practically in one gulp, set
the empty on the counter top, and then pulled off her
sweaty t-shirt. I was awed. No girl had ever shown me
her breasts before, and Mrs. Murphy's breasts were
amazing. They were large, for sure, but her nipples
were huge, with areolas two inches across and dark tips
sticking out like the last digit on my index finger.
I was amazed by them, but in truth a little turned off.
Once out of the confines of her tight t-shirt, they
sagged a lot. I was used to ogling teenagers at the
beach, their breasts so firm you could hang towels on
them. Mrs. Murphy's belly didn't help. Evidently, she
was fond of that beer she had just chugged.
But I was still staring at them when she took them in
her hands like she'd done earlier and pushed them
together. This time, when her fingers flicked with her
nipples I cold see them grow larger.
"Were you a breast-fed baby," she asked me. I was
speechless. She put he hand on my neck and pulled me
down toward them. "Here," she said. "Try it."
I tentatively took her erect nipple in my mouth and
sucked. I could both smell and taste the sweat and was
surprised that it turned me on. Taking a cue from her
expert blow job, I ran my tongue around the nipple and
held it between my pursed lips.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "You like to tease. But I want
you to suck hard on it."
I did as she said, pulling it deep into my mouth. As I
did, I felt her hand leave my neck and slide slowly
down my back. When she got to my shorts, she kept
going, slipping her hand inside the elastic waistband
and onto my butt.
"I'm going to give you a going away present you'll
never forget," she said, and pulled me off her breast.
"Let's get in the shower."
In the bathroom, I got very self conscious as I was
undressing. There had been so many firsts for me in the
last month, and this was another one. No woman had seen
me naked since I'd reached puberty. Mrs. Murphy was out
of her clothes and in the shower before I pulled down
my shorts. When I did, I wasn't surprised to see I was
partially erect.
She told me to hurry up, and I timidly pulled the
curtain aside and stepped in. There wasn't really
enough room for both of us in that shower, but I was
thankful for that. We were so close together she
wouldn't be able to ogle my dick. I wasn't afraid of
fucking, but I didn't want her to spend a lot of time
looking at my penis.
But looking is not what she had in mind. She
immediately began soaping me up, running her hands
slowly across my chest, feeling the pecs, then down
across my abs and onto my dick. She lathered her hands
up really good and began washing my dick and balls with
great care. She spent most of her time on my balls. I
was happy for that. It felt good, but I didn't think it
would make me shoot. I didn't want to come too quickly
and ruin the fun.
She had me soap her up, and that uncomfortable feeling
came back. Saggy breasts, saggy belly, a saggy butt. I
liked the fact that I could run my hands anywhere I
wanted and she would like it, but I would have
preferred to be running them over a firm young body.
"I want you to wash my ass," she said. "Wash it really
good."
I soaped up and slid my hand down between her cheeks,
rubbing her rosebud, lathering up again, and rubbing
some more. She seemed to really like the sensation. I
lathered up again and moved my hand to the front,
sliding it down toward he pussy.
"Be careful there," she said. "The soap can sting."
I washed all around her crotch, legs, asshole, and
cunt, being careful not to get any soap inside. I
wanted to slip my fingers into her pussy, but didn't.
Then she rinsed herself off and we got out of the
shower.
We dried off and got onto the bed completely naked. I
pulled her to me so I could feel her body down the
entire length of mine. I was getting over my feelings
about her not being firm. She was soft and she knew how
to touch to make it pleasurable, but keep me from
coming.
I started rubbing her pussy and she gave me
instructions. She put her hand over mine and showed me
the right pressure to use. I slid a finger along her
pussy crack a couple of times, and then gently pulled
the lips apart. My fingers teased around her opening
until she started to get wet.
"You catch on quick," she told me.
I slipped a finger just inside the lips and slowly
dragged it up until I felt her clit. The little sticky
ball I'd only read about until now. It seemed to grow
in size when I touched it.
But she pulled my hand away from her cunt and brought
it up to my face.
"Smell it," she said, and I sniffed my wet digit. "Now
taste it. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted my
first pussy.
She slipped several pillows under her butt so that he
hips were several inches off the bed, then guided my
face down to her crotch. I knew what she wanted, and by
now I was ready to give her whatever she wanted. I
began licking her cunt, running my tongue up and down
it, sticking it in, trying all sorts of things. She
gave me directions as I ate her pussy, pulling my head
one way then the other, telling me when to be harder,
when softer, where to lick, where to suck.
I ended up on that sticky ball, my lips pursed as I
sucked it like a cock. My head was moving up and down
as I sucked her clit, the way porn actresses give blow
jobs, but instead of bouncing five inches up and down,
it was barely moving half an inch. My lips were pursed
together tight and I sucked her clit like a straw until
she moaned and her thighs came crashing together on my
ears as she had an orgasm.
She laid back and I thought we were done, but after
only a few minutes of rest, she was holding my dick in
her hand again. This time she was lying face down over
the same pillows. Her butt and pussy were high in the
air, legs spread wide, and I was on my knees behind her
when her hand guided my dick into her wet, wide open
pussy.
I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her pussy gave no
resistance at all as I slid my dick all the way in and
slowly brought it out until just the head was in her,
then did it all again. As I got used to the position
and how to keep my dick from slipping out, I began to
pump faster. I was pumping my dick into her pussy for
all I was worth. My balls were banging against her
pubes. It didn't take me long to begin coming, and when
I did I shot load after load into her hot pussy.
Finally finished, I slipped out of her, fell back on
the bed exhausted, and closed my eyes. She rolled over
and looked at me lying there.
"I guess if you're going to sleep I have no choice but
to suck you off," she said, answering the question I'd
been wondering about for weeks.
Then I felt her lips on my dick. Her juices and mine
were mixed together on my dick, and she was licking and
sucking all of it off. I was surprised to see how
quickly I got hard again. She sucked a bit longer, and
then got up and went into the bathroom.
"I've got a treat for you," she said when she got back.
She had a tube in her hand with the letters "K-Y" on
it.
My hard-on was beginning to shrink, so she took it in
her mouth to get it hard again. Then she squirted some
K-Y on the head of it and rubbed it around, getting
some on the upper part of the shaft. Finally, she got
back on the pillows in a slightly different position,
with her butt up and her legs wide. She pointed my dick
at her asshole and told me to go slow at first.
I put my dick against her little rosebud and pushed,
but nothing happened. When I tried again, she pushed
back and I could feel her asshole open a little. Just
the tip, but it was enough. I waited a second and
pushed some more. After a couple more pushes, my dick
was in all the way, and I began fucking her ass with a
slow rhythm.
Her pussy had been hot, wet, and loose. Her asshole was
cooler, dryer and tight as hell. I could feel it
squeeze my dick every time I pushed in or pulled out.
When I was pulling it out, I could feel a mild suction
on the tip of my dick. Her asshole was so tight around
my dick that it created a mild vacuum when I pulled
out. It was like her asshole was sucking me off.
"Fuck my ass," she said. "Fuck it good."
As the speed of my humping picked up, so did her dirty
talk. She hadn't done that before, but as I pumped my
dick into her ass, I liked it.
"Come in me. Come in my asshole. You came in my mouth
and you came in my pussy, now fill my ass up with your
spunk."
"Do you like getting fucked in the ass?"
"I love it. I love having your big dick in my ass."
"I'm gonna fuck you good. I'm gonna come in your ass."
"Fuck my ass. Fuck me. Come in me. Oooh."
I was pounding into her when she started moaning and I
couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but I
didn't care. I had to fuck until I came. I kept pumping
until I couldn't stand it anymore, then suddenly I was
coming. I shot one, two, three loads in her ass. They
were smaller than my earlier loads, but I had filled
her ass good. When I pulled my dick out, come oozed
from her rectum and dribbled down toward her pussy.
When I pulled out and rolled over, I realized it was
getting late. My mother would be expecting me home
soon. I hoped she didn't come looking for me.
I quickly used Mrs. Murphy's phone to call my mother,
even though she was just next door. "It's taking longer
than we expected," I lied. "Don't worry about dinner.
Mrs. Murphy is going to take me out for something when
we're done."
"I'm what," she said after I'd hung up, pretending to
be pissed. "After all this you expect me to feed you?"
"I just don't want her looking for me and finding us
like this."
She giggled, but seemed to be serious when she said,
"You know, your mother's a bit of a tight ass. It might
do her some good to come over here and find you with
your dick in my mouth."
I had thought we were done fucking, but when she said
that, I realized that it was her incredible blow job
that had started all this. I wanted another one. I
wanted to finish in her mouth.
I was standing by the bed and she was lying on her
stomach, looking up at me. My hips were very close to
the same height has her face, so I walked over to her
and brought my penis up to her lips.
"It would do me some good to see my dick in your
mouth," I said.
She gave me a grin and opened up. I put it in and began
slowly fucking her mouth. The position she was in meant
she couldn't move much, so this time it was all me. I
controlled how much of my dick went in and how fast.
She just sucked and tongued. It was different from the
first time, but I like it.
I rocked my hips back and forth slowly. She squeezed
the base of my dick with one hand and cupped my balls
in the other. As I began to speed up my tempo, she
swirled her tongue around my dick sucked on the head.
Her tongue flicked across my piss groove. It didn't
take long. In no time I felt the surge coming. I kept
pumping, but she had different plans. She could tell
what was coming and she pulled back just enough to let
my dick slip out of her mouth. Squeezing my shaft, she
rubbed my dick all round her face, then brought it back
down so she run her tongue around it some more.
"Come on my face," she said.
At that point I had no choice. Sperm was rising up from
my balls and headed out my dick. She was flicking the
bottom of my dick with her tongue when the first shot
squirted out, hitting her just above the eye. She
rubbed the head against her cheek and caught the next
shot on her nose. Then she dropped her head back,
opened her mouth, and held my dick so the head rested
on her tongue. The third shot filled the top of her
tongue and she scraped it off against her teeth,
letting it run down onto her lips and chin. My dick
gave a few more spasms, but not much came out.
She was grinning wide as my dick shriveled in her fist.
"You got it all today," she said. "Around the world.
You played with my pussy, you ate my pussy, you fucked
my pussy, you fucked my ass, and you fucked my mouth. I
don't know of anything else you can do."
She was looking up at me with my come all over her
face. I knew my come was probably still dribbling out
of her ass, too. I was exhausted, my dick was limp as a
noodle, and my balls were empty.
"You're right about one thing," I said. "This is one
day I will never forget."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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