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                 Call me Morag

                                     DISCLAIMER
This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age
of 21
It is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains
descriptions
of sex between a mature woman and a youth if you find this type
of story
line disturbing then please do not read any further. (F/m)
if you have any comments address them to: alex_blair@msn.com


Dally woke and stretched himself out fully. The sun was flooding
in through the half open curtains with the promise of excellent
weather, at the bottom of his bed, Bess, his collie dog, sat with
her head between her black furry paws studying him, almost
telepathically Dally knew she wanted to get out into the woods.
"Wanty play hen eh?" he asked
Bess raised her head and wagged her tail enthusiastically   
"I'll get ready and we'll go then"
Pulling on his soiled clothes from the day before Dally patted
his side as a sign for the dog to follow him out.
"Zat you Dally?" his mum called from the living room
"Aye" Dally returned
"See after your Breakfast, can you nip down to the shop and get
some more milk for me?" she asked
"Uh huh" Dally said in a half hearted grunt
"Then you can jump in the bath before we go to your Aunt Jeans"
"Whit? Aunt Jeans?" Daly yelped "how?"
"It's her birthday, a told ye through the week!" his mum scolded
"Kin a not go?" Daly whined
"You're going and that's that" his mother said testily 
"Aw maw, Please?" Daly pleaded in his wee boy lost voice
"Do what yer told!" his mother snapped
Realising that it would be no use arguing any further, he pulled
on his jacket and boots and calling Bess to him, went down the
hall towards the door
"Leave the dog here, she's broke down" his mum called
"Aw! I'll put her on her lead" Dally implored 
"Naw leave her, your big brother will take her out when he gets
up, A don't want to risk her getting caught, we cannae afford it"
his mum explained
Dally looked down at the dog and shook his head, as he pushed her
back into the hall and slid out the door, the look in her eyes
hurt his wee heart, he heard her whine as he trudged down the
path.

The rest of the morning just got worse and worse; everyone was in
a bad mood with everyone else. His dad was in the huff with his
mum cause she had wasted his Saturday at the football and pub.
His big brother was in a foul mood cause he had to walk the dog,
and wouldn't be getting to see his squeeze till yon time. He was
in bad humour because he couldn't walk the dog and his mum had
made him go back into the bath twice to se-scrub bits he had
missed. And last but by no means least his mother was pissed off
cause of everyone else's  "attitude's".
The birthday party was deadly dull for a 13 year old boy, he was
expected to keep all his baby cousins amused, while the big ones
messed about doing there own thing, it was all a huge chore for
Dally. Only livening up when two of his uncles squared up to one
another, and had to be pulled apart by his aunts and a couple of
the older cousins. This pretty much ended the party and they were
on their way home much earlier than any of them could have ever
hoped for

The sun was still pretty high in the sky by the time Dally
changed from his good clothes back into his home clothes, he
decided to take his clasp knife to play with in the woods now
that he could no longer take Bess. The sad look on her face as he
left her behind was a wrench for him but was soon forgotten, as
he took the short cut between the sheds and made his way down and
up the disused railway embankment. Soon he was where he liked
being the best, in his woods, the smell and the noises were all
so familiar and loved he was totally at ease, it didn't matter
that he had no friends to play with and nothing much to do, just
to be here was enough. Dally decided to walk round the perimeter
first which would take him a good few hours then he would whittle
a stick before heading home. A mile or so after he began he came
across a glossy magazine lying besides the old house wall, the
flesh colour grabbed Dally's attention, he'd seen dirty picture's
from some of the older boys at school and knew that these were of
the same genre, it was a publication by the name of Fiesta, the
pictures excited Dally, his cock becoming harder as he flicked
through the pages, near the end, there was a section called
"readers wives" this made Dally's heart pound and his cock
stiffen even more. He discovered that normal everyday women
excited him far more than the super glamorous models, though just
why he could not fathom. Putting the magazine in the inside
pocket of his jacket for later, Dally continued his trek

Some time later, as he took a rest on a fallen piece of the old
wall, Dally observed a young dog, it was a small and pretty
cocker spaniel, it burst through the hedges obviously on the
prowl for game, seeing him it came closer and sniffed his leg
before being called away by its owner who had come over to the
other side of the clump of bushes, Dally wasn't sure if she had
seen him or not as she did not react in any way to his presence,
but as she made her way down the track Dally was sure she checked
over her shoulder in his direction, it was the look on her face
that stuck in Dally's mind, he wasn't sure what, but something
was up. He got down from the wall and walked back down the path
the lady had taken. As he neared a dogleg in the track. He
noticed that the woman and her dog were coming back up the track,
he eased his way into the bushes so as to be able to watch whilst
remaining unseen, she appeared to be a bit older than his mum and
her friends, Dally reckoned she must be in her mid to late
forties, dressed in Wellington boots, jeans and an old hoodless
anorak, she had a pointy face with a slim figure.  When she had
passed, Dally cautiously left the bushes and peered round , She
had stopped not 20 yards up the track and seemed to be taking an
interest in some ferns that were sprouting round an old Elm tree,
Dally had the distinct impression that she knew he was there, and
was playing some sort of game with him. Unbidden his cock
twitched in his trousers, this was exciting!

Moving carefully round till he was facing the wall,  Dally
glanced in her direction without moving his head, she had
repositioned herself so that she was almost totally obscured by
the Elm, but still able to see him, he was beginning to have an
understanding of the rules for this game. How far would it go?
Dally slowly moved his hand till it rested on his hard on, and
began to rub up and down through the denim of his jeans. Would
she get up and leave? What if she ran home and called the police
and they arrested him for being some sort of pervert?. Dally
stopped what he was doing with a jolt as he realised just what a
fool he was making of himself, what would this woman, who was old
enough to be his mum, want with a wean like him, he asked
himself. Better stop now before he got into any bother, he turned
to see what the woman was doing and caught his breath as he
noticed she was now in a crouching position, and, staring in his
direction intently!

Dally edged back into the position he was in previously and,
reaching down began to massage his young rock hard cock through
his trousers, his breathing deepened as he ever so slowly eased
down the zipper, he glanced in her direction, careful not to be
seen. She was still in the same place and position as before, a
green light!. She wanted it! God this was exhilarating, dally had
never felt so many different emotions at such an intense level
before in his short life, his cock felt massive in his hand as he
eased it free from the confinement of his underpants and stroked
the bulging head, it felt strange, having his hard cock in his
hand  here in the outside, strange, but oh so good, he reached
into his inside pocket and took out the dirty book, and opened it
to the section of readers wives, then propped it against the
wall.

Dally pushed his hand further into his pants and cupped his balls
with his free hand while the other slowly stroked the head of his
knob back and forth. Then with an explosion of noise, the young
spaniel rushed into the small clearing barking like mad, Dally
desperately struggled to fit his cock into his fly's as the dog
raced back and forth amongst the bracken, he had barely recovered
when the woman appeared at the edge of the coppice. Dally's face
burned red as he met her eyes, hers was set in a polite smile.
"Hi" she offered, as her eyes left his and fell onto the still
open porn mag
"Hiya" Dally stuttered, embarrassed
"Fancy a Coffee?" the woman asked him
"Eh? Aye, awright" Dally replied, not overly sure if this was a
good thing to be doing
"I live over that way" she motioned, pointing south towards the
big posh houses not long up
"Right" Daily answered, as he scrambled clear of the hedges
"What's your name?" she asked him
Dally thought of using a false name for a second, but decided she
would never anyone he did
"Hugh Duncan, but everyone calls me Dally, Dally Duncan"  he
replied
she looked puzzled by this explanation, but let it pass
"Call me Morag" she smiled, offering Dally her small hand
"Nice to meet you" said Dally in as adult a way as he could 
Morag laughed and walked ahead, Dally followed, checking out her
figure as best as he could under her jeans and anorak, 
"nice" he thought to himself as he upped the pace to catch her
after a short period of time,  they broached the top of a hill,
and she asked him
"What were you doing back there?"
Dally's face burned so hot it hurt
"Nothing" he muttered
"C'mon - tell" Morag coaxed him "I'll not tell anyone, honest"
"Just the toilet" Dally lied unconvincingly
"Aye, right!" Morag giggled "you were looking at that dirty
magazine and playing with yourself, I was watching"
Dally had no need to reply, his face did that for him
"Don't worry" Morag assured him "I'll keep it to myself"
"Just answer me this though, why were you doing it?"
Dally wished that the earth would open up and swallow him
"A don't know" he replied
"Come on Hugh, Please tell me, I'd really like to know"
plucking up his courage, Dally answered
"I seen you down by the tree, and wondered what you would do if I
took out my willy"
"and when I didn't do anything?" Morag questioned him looking
straight into his face
"I got more and more excited" said dally honestly
"Why?" asked Morag
"A just wanted to shag you" Dally replied candidly 
Morag laughed softly and asked him
"Do you still want to 'shag' me?"
"Aye, A do" Dally answered immodestly 
Morag reached over and took his hand in hers and squeezing it
said
"Well, we'll see, eh?" in a gravely voice

As they neared the Fancy houses where her bit was, she disengaged
their hands and they walked side by side down the street, till
they came to a house with number 14 on the gate
"This is us" said Morag as she glanced up and down the street
she reached into her anorak pocket and withdrew a set of keys
with which she opened the front door
"Are you married?" Dally asked, surprised he hadn't thought of it
before now, watching Morag lock the door and put on the latch.
"Yes, but he's not staying here anymore" Morag explained
"Oh" Dally said "Sorry"
"Don't be" she retorted "Good riddance to bad rubbish"
Dally decided there was no good answer to that so kept his
wheesht
"Take your shoe's off and go through into the living room, I'll
get us something to drink"
Dally did as he was told and made his way into a living room that
looked like something from off the telly, all oak and leather.
silver candlesticks, oil paintings and classy prints abounded,
Dally felt awkward and out of place
"What would you like to drink?" Morag shouted from the kitchen
"Am not bothered" Dally shouted back
"Bacardi and coke same as me then" Morag informed him
"Aye, thanks" Dally said, unsure of himself, never having tasted
strong drink before now
Morag arrived with two tall glasses 3/4 full of drink
"sit down then" Morag told him
Dally sunk into an armchair beside the open range, and accepted
the drink offered. 
Morag sat opposite him in a matching armchair, and studied him
closely
"Alright?" she asked, with a trace of concern
"Oh, Aye, Fine" Dally nodded
Morag continued watching him closely but let it pass
"Drink alright for you?, not too strong?"
"Magic" said Dally taking a sip, to tell the truth all he could
taste was coke, which was ice cold, and very welcome as he had
built up a fair drouth with his walk, he gulped it down in a oner
to slake his burning thirst
"Whoa!, not so fast" cautioned Morag
"Sorry A was really thirsty" Dally apologised
"That's all right, don't worry, just don't want you getting drunk
do we?" Morag joked
"Naw" said Dally
"I'm going to get changed, be back down just now" Said Morag as
she finished her own drink quickly and took his and her own
glasses away
Dally took the opportunity of looking through her stuff while she
was away, it was all of the best quality, he noticed there was no
family pictures at all, unlike his own home where they festooned
every wall. Dally heard her footsteps coming down the stair and
resumed his seat in the corner
"That's me" Morag said as she entered the living room "much
better than those tatty old jeans eh?"
She was now wearing a sheer nylon top that did nothing to hide
her small pert breasts, and a shortish black skirt with no tights
or shoes. Dally had to agree she was very nice. Unlike his peers,
this was a woman who obviously looked after herself, she had a
fit and healthy gleen to her light brown hair and her hazel eyes
had a lively twinkle in them. Most of the older folk Dally was
acquainted with had eyes that belonged more to the world of the
dead than the living. She must work out Dally thought, her body
showed no sign of sagging or bulging, her legs were tanned and
sculpted, her waist small and perfectly in proportion to
everything else. His thoughts brought about stirrings in his
underpants that made him blush, as he confessed
"You're dead pretty Morag"
Morag laughed skittishly and replied
"Why thank you kind sir" 
She then made her way into the kitchen and emerged with another
two large drinks in her hand
"There you go Dally" she said as she handed him one and walked
over to the chair opposite him and sat down,
"Thanks" he said, and was aware that he could smell a faint
odour, not a bad smell, and not perfume, it reminded him of the
smell left on his hand after he had been playing with himself,
similar but strangely different, it had the effect of making his
cock grow within his pants.
He took a long draught of his Bacardi and coke and replaced his
half empty glass back on the side table, when he looked across at
Morag he was aware that he could see right up her dress, unable
to help himself, Dally stared
"Like looking up there?" asked Morag
Dally blushed profusely
"Sorry" he stammered
"Want a closer look?" she teased him
"Uh huh" was all that Dally could manage
"Come over here and kneel down in front of me then" she ordered
Dally lowered himself to the floor and walked on his knees across
to where Morag sat. Morag felt a surge of power as she watched
Dally Kneel in front of her, a smile played across her pretty
face as she slid forward in her chair making her dress ride up.
"Kneel up a bit" she commanded
Dally's head was now slightly above the level of her midriff,
giving him the perfect view as Morag reached down and pulled the
hem of her dress further up till the trimmed outline of her pussy
became slowly visible,
"Hold on" laughed Morag as Dally's hand reached for her cunt
she brought her knees up and took up a position that was almost a
squat, giving Dally an almost unimaginable view of her neatly
trimmed and shaven pussy, the thick red lips stood proud the
moist innards looking very pink with an almost white button three
quarters of the way up
"You may look, but you are not allowed to touch!" Morag
instructed him
Dally held his face millimetres away from the source of that
lovely smell that had enraptured him earlier, he took several
deep breaths sucking it deep inside of himself, his tongue snaked
out and flicked the wee white button ever so softly
"Uuuh" Morag moaned uncontrollably, before ordering him to
"Stand up"
"I SAID NO TOUCHING" she lectured, emphasising each word
"Sorry" Dally offered, crestfallen, sure that any chance of
having sex was now gone
"Ok, we'll try something else, I want you to show me what you
were doing to yourself in the woods"
Dally blushed bright red, as he moved his hand towards his fly's
and began to unzip his jeans, reaching in he pushed his pants
down and grasping his semi erect cock, pulled it out. Morag
adjusted her position till she was leaning back into the chair,
her legs spread apart, her finger gently rubbing her wet slit,
she watched hard as Dally's cock began to stiffen and grow, he
pulled the foreskin back to uncover the moist pink head within.
"Come a little closer" Morag commanded
Dally came around the chair until he was almost hitting her face
as he wanked his small hard cock back and forth. He had an
uninterrupted view of Morag cupping her small tit in one hand and
rubbing her cunt with the other, the small grunts that escaped
her, were incredibly sexual, soon Dally was nearing his climax,
Morag noticed the change in his breathing and encouraged him
"Spunk onto me" she said in a deep breathless voice
"Mmmmm uhhh" Dally replied
Then with a small cry Dally shot his spunk into Morag's face and
hair he watched as Morag's own orgasm overcame her, her hand was
no more than a blur as it brought her to and then over the edge.
"Oooooohh  yessss" she cried as her tongue licked up some of the
spunk that now ran down over her face and into her mouth
as Dally watched his knob once more began to stiffen. Morag
looked at him with a glint in her eyes
"Ready for more already?" she asked
"Aye" Dally answered her huskily 
Morag pushed herself up and arranging her skirt and wiping some
of the jism from her face took his hand and headed up the stairs.
Dally paid no attention to the dcor of either the stairs or the
room all he had in his mind was sex, thoughts swirled through his
brain, what else was in store for him this day.

Pushing him onto the bed, Morag straddled him and began to
unbuckle his belt, then she unzipped his jeans and yanked them
down over his feet, next came his socks and then his underpants,
his cock was now erect and sprang up as it was released, lastly
she pulled his tee shirt over his head.
"lie on your front" Morag ordered him
Dally pulled on of the pillows down and leant his head on it as
he felt Morag run her nails up and down his back, causing him to
shudder and jump as they ran over an especially sensitive part,
she now knelt between his legs as she gradually began to
concentrate on his lower half, she gently prised his thighs apart
and stroked her hand up and down, her nail passing closer and
closer to his small bum hole, this elicited small sharp intakes
of breath from Dally, it felt all the more sexy because it was
somehow taboo, then when a talon ran right across his taught
little hole, Dally let out a deep moan
"Raise your bum up" Morag told him
Quivering with excitement Dally did as he was told, it felt
incredibly horny having his arse stuck up high with this exotic
woman taking her pleasure with him. He jumped when he felt her
hand grasp his hard little cock and pull it back between his open
legs
"You're a dirty little bastard" she said "you like me playing
with your hole, don't you Dally"
"Yes," said dally feeling a little ashamed
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked
"No" Dally replied, worried that maybe it was going to end
"Can I do anything I like with you?" Morag enquired of him
"Uh huh" Said Dally
Dally cried out in shock and pain as Morag slapped his dick
"Even that?" Morag asked
"Uh huh" Dally replied not entirely sure if he enjoyed it or not
"Good boy" said Morag, stroking his small dick, she pushed his
knees farther apart until they could go no further, then gently
began to run her fingernail round his small brown hole
"Mmmmmm" Dally purred, as the excitement once more began to run
through him, then he felt something he would never forget, Morag
began to run her tongue round the rim of his small tight hole 
"Awww yesss" Dally moaned, as Morag gently inserted the tip of
her tongue up his anus, her hand found his cock and she began to
massage it and lick his arse hole in rhythm, soon Dally felt the
first fierce wave of his orgasm surge through his system, like a
drug it overtook him and he gave himself up to the bliss that was
on him, so strong was it, that he collapsed on all fours onto the
bed. He lay still, panting with the exertion of cumming, Morag
lay besides him half way down, her hand stroking his back, her
lips kissing his side. The smell of sex filled his nostrils, he
could sense that he lay on top of his own spunk the cold wetness
now registered round his belly and groin, but Dally felt he was
unable to even move so spent was he.

Daly must have dozed off as the slap he received on his bum made
him jolt awake, 

"Right, my turn!" Morag informed him with a laugh in her voice
"What do I do?" Dally asked her, afraid he would not perform to
her expected standards
"What I tell you" Morag explained in a gentle tone, she lay on
her front and instructed Dally
"Kneel between my legs and run your hands up and down my back,
nice and softly"
Dally placed himself between her legs, which parted as he wedged
himself between them, her magnificent bottom like two white
globes lay before him, and he could distinctly make out Morag's
quim, the lips protruded looking rubbery and wet and very red,
her small bum hole was very brown, with hundreds of small lines
running into the centre, where they disappeared upwards inside
her, there were a few pubic hairs between her cunt and bum and a
white line ran directly between them, almost like a streak of
lightning Dally thought.
As Dally began to delicately run his hands up and down Morag's
back, just as she had done to him only a short time before, Morag
was soon twitching and shuddering as Dally learned just how to
get a reaction from her. When he ran a finger down near her anus
he could see that it puckered open and shut, almost inviting him
in,
"Lick it" Morag urged him
Dally re-positioned himself to where his face was in line with
her lovely little bottom, gingerly he stuck out his tongue and
ran it the length of her puckered brown hole
"Ahhhhh yes babes" Morag encouraged him "Stick in"
Dally head spun with the smell and excitement of the moment, he
stuck his tongue the moved forward till it came into contact with
her ass, then ever so gently he began to stick it inside of her
tight hole
"Oooooohh yessss" Morag crooned "Deeper"
Dally struggled to both force his tongue deeper inside of Morag's
horny little arse and keep breathing, but seemed to find a rhythm
that satisfied both
"Touch my fanny" Morag panted
Dally brought his hand from holding her thighs wide, and ran a
finger over her soaking wet opening, this brought more moans and
judders from Morag
"Put your finger inside me"
Dally did as he was asked, noticing how easily his finger plunged
inside of her
"Deeper" Morag pleaded
Dally pushed until he was up to his hand, but Morag demanded more
"Deeper c'mon son"
Dally took a deep breath and took out his finger and squashing
them together began to insert it once more into Morag's quim
"Oooooohh yes Daly like that" she croaked
Dally's hand plunged inside of Morag's cunt, Dally could feel the
channel surrounding his fist it was very wet and soft, slowly he
unclenched his fist
"Nnnnnnngggg" Morag gagged "Oh don't stop Daly, for Christ's sake
don't stop"
Dally withdrew his hand till it was almost all out, the slowly
re-inserted the full length, his hand was now in almost till his
elbow
"Jesus Christ yessssss" Morag intoned, as her orgasm overtook
her, Dally had a job keeping up the rhythm he had built up as
Morag quivered and bounced around the bed, deep in the throws of
her cum. Then with a loud cry she fell forward, Dally's hand was
left behind and he now looked at it, amazed that it had all
fitted inside this remarkable woman, looking down upon Morag,
Dally noted how her cunt lips were spread very far apart, they
were contracting in and out in time to her heart beat, Dally
leant down and unbidden, kissed Morag's ass hole. Morag jumped as
though she had been given an electric shock
"No" she yelped "Its too sore son, just lay here beside me"
"A cannae" Dally explained "A have to get home, its getting
dark"
"You had better get home then" she said
"Can I come again?" Dally wondered
"I'll give you my number, call me when you can come round" Morag
instructed him
"Thanks" Dally said, unable to hide the huge grin that covered
his young face
"No, Thank you" Morag replied.

After obtaining the promised phone number and a quick kiss and
one last grope of her tits, Dally headed for home, no longer a
virgin and a very happy and satisfied little boy

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