humming outside the screens. She couldn't hear Sam. He must be very silent on his bed down at the end of the porch. She thought she would go down and take a look at him just to make sure that he was all right.
She tiptoed down the length of the porch to the old day bed outside her window. He was lying on it face down. The sheets were soiled and wrinkled, damp with the summer humidity. The top sheet covered the small of his back and most of his buttocks. She could see enough of the round cheeks of his ass to tell that he had no clothes on at all. The moonlight picked out the short delicate hairs that were just beginning to grow up his legs and over the hunks of his butt. His leg was pulled up a little, and she stepped to the end of the bed so she could see the heavy globes of his nuts sprawled out in their loose sac between his legs.
The pillow in its dingy case was clutched by his arms, and his face was thrust into it. She could just see the line of his jaw and the fuzzy beginnings of beard that were growing down from his sideburns, so delicately boyish. But she remembered the heavy length of his soft cock when he had come into the living room naked. There was nothing boyish about that! She couldn't see it now. It was trapped under his belly. His shoulders were so broad stretched out like that, but not yet bulky with the muscles of a grown man. He moaned and turned his head.
His lips were full and puffy with sleep. He worked his mouth, and his tongue came out and licked them. He moaned and grunted again. He was dreaming. She looked carefully at his eyes with their long, black lashes down on his cheeks. She could see his eyes moving under the lids in rapid twitches. He puffed out his lips and gripped the pillow tighter, pulling it to him, under his chest, and moving his ass up toward it.
Is he dreaming of me? she wondered. He was so handsome, lying there in his sleep, like a dream come true himself. He grunted a couple more times, little soft noises of urgency. His back arched up a little when he grunted and his hips twitched toward the pillow. He's going to have a wet dream, she thought, like Richard told me that boys have when they're too sexed up and need a fuck.
She shuddered all over as if from a chill, but it wasn't the night air that was bothering her. It was the sight of this boy and the fact that she was watching him in his sleep when be was totally unguarded, open to her gaze. She felt herself getting wet again, her clit beginning to throb with unsatisfied desire. Her knees felt a little weak, so she sat down very carefully on the corner of the bed, making sure that she didn't awaken him. She wanted to watch. She wanted to see his lust grip him in the dream.
As if he heard her desire, he rolled over suddenly with a groan and sucked in a deep breath. The sheet clung to him and pulled over with his hip. But not quite all the way off. His cock was hard, very hard, arching up from his belly like a flagpole. It was under the damp sheet, but she could see the shape and size of it. It throbbed slowly, jerking up and down a little over his belly with the slow, deep pulse of his heart. It was very, very big, an enormous cock to find on any man, much less a boy of his age. She was thrilled by it. She wanted it. At least she had to see it.
Her hand crept out and very, very gently took hold of the edge of the sheet and pulled it off him. It stuck to him some, glued to him by the pre-cum that was seeping out of the swollen head of his dong. His big balls were pulled up tight to the root of his dork, like two fat lemons in the darker crinkled skin that contrasted to the light tan of his legs and belly. Her fingers crept down between her legs and pressed against her pussy through the thin cloth of her nightgown. Her breasts stood high and tight against the confining fabric, the nipples erect and straining to burst free.
He kicked out with his feet, and one of them pushed against her warm thigh. She held still, but he opened his eyes. She saw glints of light in the darkness under his lashes. He looked at the ceiling, then at her. She put her shaky hand on his leg.
'Hello, Sam,' she whispered.
He blinked at her.
'I heard you tossing around and came out to see if you were all right.'
He blinked again, closed his eyes and then opened them again to stare at her. He was still deep in sleep. Then he seemed to become aware of her and the fact that his cock was lying naked and hard before her gaze. He pulled up on one elbow and pulled the sheet over himself, turning his hip so that his hard prong went out of sight. He was pale and uncertain, his eyes peering at her from under his lashes. His mind was still fuddled with sleep, and he didn't know what to make of the situation.
'I've been looking at you in your sleep,' she said with a smile. 'I hope you don't mind.'
'Why do that when you…' his voice trailed off, leaving the thought unspoken.
'You're a very handsome boy,' she said. 'You are beautiful to see.'
'Don't tease me,' he muttered, and turned his eyes away from her.
Her hand stroked his leg where she had placed it. 'I don't mean to tease you, Sam. I'm sorry if I made you unhappy.'
'It's not your fault. It's mine, but please go away,' he whispered, still not turning to look at her.
'I want to stay, Sam. Wouldn't you like me to stay with you?'
He turned slowly back to look at her. His eyes glittered like black diamonds. 'You mean it?'
'Yes,' she whispered. She hadn't intended to come here, to get into his bed. She had known him only hours, but it seemed like they had been lovers already, lovers separated by a foolish quarrel that was now behind them. Something about him gripped at her heart. And the powerful mixture of man and boy in him attracted her with an enchanting force. She wanted to touch him and feel him possessing her. She wanted to wipe out the unhappiness that was in his eyes and to see him in triumphant sexual passion shared with her. She wanted to enjoy him.
She stood up from the bed and unbuttoned her nightgown from throat to hem. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide down her body, standing naked and pale in the moonlight by his bed. For a long moment, she just stood there and felt the caress of his eyes traveling over her naked flesh. Her nipples were tight and hard and terribly sensitive in the night air. Her pussy was moist and soft, ready for him, eager for him to take her.
Then she lay down on the bed beside him, face to face. She put her hand out and drew his head to hers. His lips were as full and soft as her own. He kissed her clumsily, his lips pressed shut and his breath coming in rapid pants. She slipped her tongue between her lips and thrust it into his mouth. His mouth opened with a gasp, and her tongue shot in, rolling across his and tickling at the roof of his mouth. Then she invited him to come with her into her mouth, and sucked his tongue between her teeth.
His hands were roaming over her body at the same time, feeling the soft pillows of her tits and the warm, firm mounds of her womanly ass. She pushed the sheet off him and claimed his throbbing cock with her hand. He was so very hard and eager, dripping pre-cum and jerking in her grip. She moved her hand further down and cupped his balls in her fingers, rolling the heavy weights around in their bag and tracing the shaft of his prong back behind them. He was shaking and trembling with lust.
He reached for her pussy with his hot hands, but she pushed them away. 'Easy, slowly,' she said. 'We have all night.' Her lips were so close to his that they brushed together when she spoke. 'Kiss my breasts,' she murmured.
He attacked them like a ravenous child. His hands were rough and fumbling, and his lips sucked so hard on the points of her nipples that it was almost painful. She stroked the back of his head, and he became more gentle. His touch was inflaming her. His hard prong was pressed into the soft flesh of her belly, and be threw one leg over her so that he could get even closer to her to urge his need on her.
She raised her own leg under his and opened up her cunt to him. She reached down and took his hard tool in her hand. It was so large and so hard that she could hardly bend it. He slid down further in the bed so that his cockhead was up against her clit. She stroked herself with it, using his prong to frig herself and bring herself up to the level of lust that already gripped him.
His cock knob was as hard and smooth as glass and very slippery with the juice that he was pumping out and the cream that coated her cunt lips. She moved slowly, playing his cock over her twat like a blowtorch over soft metal. She softened and melted under his fire until she could hold off no longer. Her clit ached with the sex-need that had been building in her for hours.
She pushed his cockhead down to her cunt mouth and eased herself toward him. He responded too eagerly, thrusting his hips toward her, but she kept hold of his hot shaft and forced him to go slowly. She let him into her a bit at a time, parting her pussy with his spear, letting herself open up with bliss as he went in and in and in. She rocked her hips forward when he was all the way in and they were belly to belly, face to face. She pressed her clit against the root of his belly and frigged it on him while his giant fucker stretched her cunt as tight as it would go. He was so deeply inside her, filling her as she had never been filled before. She began to tremble and shake with the approach of her orgasm.
