*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years old.
This is just a flash story; not to be taken too seriously.
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Murphy Margot walked from Northside High School toward the rental home he and his mother and step-father were living in. The late spring air was thick with pollen and he was miserable.
Yes, they had pollen in Oldenburg, Arkansas, where he was originally from, but it wasn't coupled with such unbearable humidity. The humidity in Bender, Louisiana was positively brutal.
He wiped his forearm across his eyes again and looked at the small house to his left.
There were gay flowers in front of the small home, but as pretty as the flowers were, that was not what had caused Murphy to stop and look.
On her hands and knees, nylon shorts firmly imbedded in the crack of her chubby ass, was a woman. Her tee shirt billowed open, and Murphy could see the woman was not wearing a bra.
The eighteen year old young man stood and watched the wiggling waggling ass.
"Look a little affected you do," the woman called out cheerfully as Murphy again wiped at his watering eyes.
"Yeah, pollen's killing me," Murphy called back, grateful the woman had not caught him ogling her.
"You like the flowers?" she asked and he smiled and nodded.
"Then, come, come, I introduce you," she said and sat back on her heels.
She pointed out the various flowers, telling the young man their names as well as their scientific names.
"Need you an antihistamine, and probably a decongestant," she suggested.
"Yes ma'am took the last one this morning," Murphy remembered.
"Come, come, I've got some; only way I could work out here," the woman smiled and got to her feet.
Standing up, Murphy could tell that the woman was a few inches shorter than him, and probably about twenty years older than him.
She was pretty, with light blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a slightly oblong face.
"Oh, and I am Elena Mollenkay," she said in her oddly accented voice.
"I'm Murphy Margot," he said and they shook hands, then he followed her to the front door of her home.
"I get you fruit punch; I don't know what fruit it is, but I like it," Elena called out as they entered her small, comfortable house.
"Where are you from?" Murphy asked.
"I am from Tremblink, Poland," she giggled from the kitchen. "I try so hard losing accent, not working yeah?"
"Yeah," he agreed as she returned to the living room.
"Here, here, just one, you take two you won't sleep tonight," Elena said, handing him a small tablet and a small glass of red liquid.
"What is it?" Murphy asked, trying to read the strange markings on the tablet.
"Mother sends me stuff all the time from Poland," Elena said.
Murphy shrugged and swallowed the pill and thanked Ms. Mollenkay.
"No, no, we're friends, you call me Elena and I call you Murphy, okay? Sit, sit," Elena smiled.
The couch did not sag, or lean in one direction. It did not have a stale, mildewed odor. Murphy sat at one end, Elena sat at the other end.
"You are student at that school?" Elena asked, pointing in the general direction of the high school.
"Yes ma'am, fixing to graduate," Murphy agreed.
"Oh, I be right back, got to tinkle," she said and got to her feet.
Murphy looked at the coffee table. His light blonde eyebrows shot up when he saw a stack of about four or five DVDs; the top one entitled "Grannies Getting Fucked."
The cover showed a woman with graying hair and sagging breasts with one young man's cock in her mouth and another young man's cock splitting her gray furred crotch.
Before Murphy could look to see what the other DVDs were, Elena was entering the living room.
"Um, uh, this, um, why you have this?" Murphy asked.
"Hmm? The movies?" Elena asked, smiling. "I like sugar cubes. All them sweet old women getting all them sugar cubes fucking them."
She laughed happily.
"I am MiLF, or maybe at forty seven, I am GiLF? And so I watch and I think, 'oh, sugar cube, sugar cube, you come fuck me, yeah?" she smiled.
"What?" Murphy asked, not sure he'd heard right.
"You are sugar cube," Elena declared and kissed him.
"What?" Murphy asked again, raising a hand.
His hand grazed Elena's breast and she moaned happily.
Murphy was a virgin. It wasn't from lack of trying, but thanks to Glen's chronic unemployment, money was always tight in their household. And now, just as the school year was about to end, he uprooted them and moved them far away from Murphy's home town. None of the girls in Northside would even look twice at the new kid.
So, it was quite exciting to have a tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth, it was quite exciting to have a plump, surprisingly firm breast in his hand.
Elena broke the kiss long enough to pull the billowing tee shirt up and off and Murphy was touching his very first breast, bare hand to bare boob.
"Bite them, like biting hard," Elena encouraged, thrusting her chest forward.
He did nibble, suck, lick and bite her breasts and Elena kept encouraging him.
"Now, let's see," she husked as she unsnapped his jeans.
"Oh, Sugar Cube, oh that's nice!" she praised as she worked his seven inch erection from his too snug jeans.
And he blew his load all over her hand.
He was mortified as she shrieked with laughter. But then she kissed him again.
"Oh, you are so sweet!" she encouraged. "Is good I get you so excited."
She licked her hand clean of his semen, then bent and took his wilting cock into her mouth.
He was hard again in mere seconds and she kissed, licked, and nuzzled his cock until he tensed, grunted, then spurted a hot stream down her throat.
Then Elena stood and wiggled out of her nylon shorts, revealing a very thick bush of blonde hair, with some silver shot through it.
