Miss Lucy

Miss Lucy (F/b, 1st)
by Anonymous (Address withheld by request)

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In 1950, when I was 12, we moved across town into a
nicer rental house. It was an older 2-bedroom house,
with a small house in the back yard. This back yard
house was rented by an lady who was about 55 years old.

Her name was Lucy Granger and we met her when we looked
at the house with the landlord. She was very nice to me
on that first meeting asking all about school and
telling Mom and Dad they better watch me because all the
girls were going to chase me around the block in a few
years. I was very embarrassed but was very flattered
because no one had ever smiled at me the way she did
that day.

We moved in on the following Saturday and I spent the
day helping with boxes and generally being the gopher.
Late that afternoon as we were unloading the last of the
boxes out of the truck Lucy was leaving for work and
stopped to talk with Mom and Dad.

I kind of hung around by the truck keeping my distance
because in those days c***dren didn't participate in
adult conversations. I overheard that Miss Lucy, was a
waitress at the cafe a couple of blocks over and worked
every night but Sunday. She was never married and had no
c***dren and had been living in this little house about
a year. As with most 12 year olds, I grew tired
listening to this pretty quick and took off around back
to explore my new surroundings.

I went all around the back yard and could not find
anything of real interest. The houses of the time were
build up off the ground and there was about 2 or three
feet between the ground and the bottom of the house.

This looked like a place I would be able to do some good
exploring. I decided this could wait until Monday when
the folks were at work so I could explore without
getting caught.

Mom and Dad both worked and as was the custom in that
era at ************ I stayed at home by myself during
the day. On Monday morning Mom and Dad left for work and
I received my usual instructions to not leave the yard.
As soon as they left, I went out the back door and began
my exploration of the world under the house. I wore my
usual summer get up of a pair of denim pants cut off
above the knees and no shirt.

After about an hour, my exploration found me at the back
corner of the house. As I laid on the cool dirt I looked
across the backyard and saw Miss Lucy sitting on the
steps in the front of her little house. She was sitting
on the top step with her back against the screen door;
legs spread open and her feet resting on the bottom
step. Her dress was pulled up just over her knees. I
wondered if I went over to the middle of the house if I
would be able to see up her dress.

I slowly made my way to the center of the house and was
treated to a perfect view up her dress. Miss Lucy was
not wearing panties. I had never seen anything like this
before but had heard the older boys talk about girls
private parts. There was a lot of hair between her legs.
I knew what I was looking at and I was enthralled.

I crawled closer to the edge of the house to get a
better look. There was about 40 feet between the houses
and I wanted to get as close a look as possible. This
seemed to be a once in a lifetime opportunity and I
wanted to make the best of it.

I crouched at the edge of the house trying to get the
best view. Suddenly I heard Miss Lucy call my name.
Having been so engrossed in looking between her legs I
did not realize if I could see her she could see me.

"Bobby is that you under that house?"

"Yes mam."

"What are you doing under there?"

"Just looking around."

"Well you better be careful, snakes like it under the
house because it's cool under there."

That was all she had to say. Looking up her dress did
not appeal to me if I got bit by a snake in the process.
I scooted out from under that house in a flash and
didn't stop moving until I was half way between the two
houses. I looked over at Miss Lucy and she was still
sitting in the same position. I had a perfect view
between her legs. I walked a little closer and sat down
on the ground right in front of her. I was about 4 feet
from her and was able to look right up between her legs.
Miss Lucy made not attempt to cover herself or close her
legs. She smiled down at me as I sat on the grass trying
to look but, not get caught staring.

"Did you find anything interesting under the house?"

"No, just dirt and holes and stuff like that."

"The people who used to live in that house had two boys
a little older than you and they spent most every
morning under that old house. I don't know what it is
with boys and the crawl space under houses."

"Bobby, I was just about to get a soft drink. Would you
like one?"

"Boy would I."

"Well lets go in the house, its starting to get hot out
here."

We went in the house and she poured us a cola in a big
glass with ice. She placed the drinks on the small
dining table and motioned for me to sit down.

"Bobby look at your knees and shorts, your mom is going
to have a fit if she sees you like that. Lets clean you
up while you drink your soda."

With that she went into the bathroom and came back with
a clean washrag. She sat back down on the edge of her
chair, opened her legs, pulled her dress up over her
knees and let the dress hang down between them.

"Come here young man and lets get that mud off you."

I stood up and she pulled me over in front of her. She
turned me around and commented that I was covered with
dirt. She bent over and started washing my knees. I
could see down her dress since the top two buttons
weren't fastened. I got an eye full of her big sagging
breasts and saw the dark pointed ends with long brown
nipples. I was getting very excited and began to breath
faster even though I tried to control it.

Miss Lucy guided me in between her legs and began
washing my chest. I was becoming more aroused and my
dick was starting to react to the stimulation of the
washrag her hands gently touching me. It was hard as a
rock. As she washed my stomach I felt my dick began to
move slightly on its own. My pants were becoming too
tight and I was getting nervous.

When she got to the waistband of my cutoff's she stopped
and rinsed and rung out the rag. She hesitated over the
bowl for a moment as though she was deciding whether or
not to proceed. She looked at me and smiled and I smiled
real big right back at her. I was nervous, but I didn't
want her to stop. She turned back to me and stuck her
finger down in the waistband of my cutoffs.

"Well young man, it looks like you not only got dirt on
the outside you managed to get dirt inside your pants.
We'll have to get that out for you."

With that she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and let
them drop to the floor. I stood there in my boxer with
my dick making a little tent in the front. Miss Lucy
wiped around the edge of the waist band on my boxers and
then stuck her hand right in the opening of my boxers
and pulled my dick right out and began washing it with
the wash rag.

"You'll be clean enough to eat in a minute," Miss Lucy
without mentioning the fact that my dick was hard.

"Lets see if you got dirt inside," she said as she
pulled back the foreskin on my dick. The head was almost
blue for a split second as it was exposed to the air.
She looked at it for a moment and then placed her index
finger and thumb around the head and lightly squeezed.

"Do you like that Bobby?" she asked as she continued to
lightly squeeze the head.

"Yes mam," I stammered.

"Ever have anyone do that to you before?"

"No mam."

"Ever do it to yourself?"

"No mam," I lied because I had been doing it for
sometime now, but it never felt this good.

She continued slowly squeezing my dick as she spoke, "
Bobby if I let you touch me and do something that I
promise will make you feel great, will you let it be a
secret between me and you?"

"Yes mam," I replied hoping this was going where I
thought it was.

Miss Lucy continued to squeeze with her right hand while
she unbuttoned her dress to the waist with her left
hand. "Put your hand in here and feel," she said as she
held open the top of her dress.

I placed my hand inside and felt the soft flesh of a
woman's breast for the first time. They were so soft and
warm. My fingers were instinctively drawn to the brown
spots and the nipples. I felt the slightly raised bumps
over the smooth dark brown surface and was amazed at the
hardness and length of the nipples. How could something
so hard be attached to something so soft?

I was so caught up in feeling Miss Lucy's breasts I
didn't notice that she had pulled her dress up and fully
exposed her hairy pussy. She took my hand and placed it
between her legs. "Do you like that?" she asked.

I didn't answer, but moved my fingers around in the hair
and suddenly felt two lips, which were ever so soft and
easily parted to allow my fingers to enter a soft wet
spot located deep between her legs.

As I moved my fingers around this wondrous spot it
became more moist. A fragrance unlike any I'd known
before began to fill the air. It did not smell bad, just
kind of a musk scent. Miss Lucy leaned over slightly and
kissed me on the cheek and then the side of my neck. She
d**g her tongue slowly up my neck from my collarbone to
my ear and then stuck her tongue in my ear.

"Do you like touching me as much as I like touching you,
Bobbie?"

"Oh yes," I slowly groaned.

"Doe's it feel good?"

"Yes Mam."

"Let me show you something much better," Miss Lucy, said
as she slowly slipped off the chair, pushed it aside and
sat down on the floor, all the while continuing to
slowly squeeze right behind the head of my dick. I
looked at my wet fingers, which only a moment before
were buried inside her. She pulled my boxers down with
her free hand and I stepped out of them.

With her sitting on the floor, my dick was right in her
face. She moved her hand down the shaft, pushing the
foreskin back and slowly ran her wet tongue around the
head of my dick.

My knee's buckled slightly and Miss Lucy removed her
hand from my dick, reached around and placed one both
hands on my butt and pulled me to her. She took it all
in her mouth and I watched as her lips moved up and down
the length of it. There were sloshing sounds coming from
her mouth and she squeezed and kneaded my butt and
supported most of my weight because I was having trouble
standing.

Miss Lucy took her mouth off my dick and looked up at
me. Her face was red as a beet as she smiled and spoke.
"Like that sugar?" she asked. Without waiting for an
answer she lowered her head and took my entire scrotum
into her mouth. She sucked it into her mouth and moved
her head slowly from side to side as she sucked and ran
her tongue around my balls. She pulled my scrotum away
from my body with the vacuum created by her mouth until
the skin was fully extended and stretched across my
balls and sucked lightly on my balls.

Miss Lucy let my scrotum fall from her mouth and told me
to lay down on the floor. She helped me to the floor and
placed me on my back. She stood, placed one leg on each
side of me and quickly pulled her dress off over her
head. She squatted down spreading her legs wide as she
went.

I could see the two very fat lips between her legs
surrounded by dark curly hair. Her right hand grasped my
dick as she guided it between her legs. "Just lay still
sugar and let me do the work. This is really going to
feel good to you and me both," she said. With that Miss
Lucy first began to bounce up and down on my dick, but
it slipped out on about every other stroke.

She shifted positions and sat down on my legs and moved
back and forth, forward and back. My dick felt like it
was on fire. I had a tingling warm feeling from my waist
to my feet. I looked up at Miss Lucy and her face was
contorted as if in pain. She was very red faced and
obviously holding her breath.

Suddenly she began to speak in a very low and deep
voice, "Oh Bobby, oh Bobby, OH Bobby, OH Bobby!"

I felt my dick begin to get very warm and I
instinctively began to thrust my hips upward. I felt my
dick began to contract and relax, contract and relax,
contract and relax. It became very wet between her legs;
so wet I felt the moisture on my stomach.

Miss Lucy and I both gradually relaxed. She leaned
forward, placed her hands on either side of my head,
bent down and kissed me on the lips. It was a warm
woman/man kiss, not the kind your mother gives you. Her
tongue parted my lips and lightly entered my mouth
seeking out my tongue. She slowly rose, still sitting on
me.

"Did you like that young man?"

"Yes mam."

"Want to do it again tomorrow."

"Yes mam."

"Well then you can't tell anyone or we'll get in trouble
and the won't let us do it again."

"I promise I won't tell nobody cause I like it too
much."

With that exchange, Miss Lucy got up and went to the
bathroom. I lay on the floor and looked down at myself.
My dick was still kind of hard and the foreskin was
parked just below the head. It was bent kind of to the
right and had a big pool of white stuff at the bottom of
it, kind of running down on my stomach.

Miss Lucy came back from the bathroom with a clean
washrag and wiped me off. The more she washed the harder
my dick got. Before she finished wiping me off she was
sitting back on top of me and we were going at it again.

Miss Lucy and I had sex every day for about two weeks.
We continued having sex about twice a week for the two
years my family lived in that house. When Mom and Dad
bought a house on the other side of town I didn't see
Lucy for a couple of years. When I turned 16 and got a
car, I would go by and fuck Lucy at least once a week
until I left for college and then I lost track of her.

END