The Paperboys Dream
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Brett cycled slowly up Sycamore Avenue, pants bulging as usual, eyes fixed on 1024. It had been weeks since his ‘punishment’ and he was desperate for more. He had been dutifully doing his rounds since, purposeful taking his time as he approached and went past her house but he hadn’t seen her at all, only in his dreams which came every night in every sense of the word. He had been waking up each morning absolutely swollen, the memory of her firm wet body, full round dripping breasts, warm inviting mouth. He must have shot a pint of cum thinking about her since.
His eyes were glued to the windows desperate for a sign, anything to lure him. Nothing. He felt his frustrations rising. He tossed the paper at the porch in anger and cycled on. He cursed and rounded the corner, a male voice calling after him as he made ready to ride home. “Hey pal watch it will ya! You nearly hit my car k**!”. Brett stopped and looked back, fuck the man had come out of 1024. The house. Her house. Brett froze. The voice called out again “you hear me k**? Be more fucking careful!”. Brett turned his bike and slowly walked it back to 1024. “Sorry mister didn’t mean to, I’ll be more careful next time”.
The man looked at Brett as if he had sc****d him off his shoe, then proceeded to walk to his car. “See that you do k**, be a shame for you to lose this job”. With that he got in and pulled out of the drive, Brett having to step back to be out of harms way. He watched the car round the corner and out of site. “What a fucking dick!” Brett let out, genuinely pissed. Then he heard her. “Excuse me young man is that any way to talk about my husband?”.
He immediately perked up all over his body, spinning round to see her stood in the open door, dressing gown on tied around her waste, blonde hair up, bare feet. He stared. Hard.
“Hey buddy I asked you a question!” she snapped at him, just the smallest hint of a smile. Brett grinned instinctively, his mind racing “oh hey sorry miss, I didn’t see you there...”. It was a weak answer and he knew it. She looked him up and down, her hand playing with the waistband on her dressing gown “so buddy, what did you say exactly?”. Brett fumbled a little wanting to be caught in a lie, the thought of punishment now making him grow again in his pants. “Erm...I...didn’t say much at all miss...just that I’d be more careful next time”. He looked down at his feet, then unable to help himself back to her figure, most of it denied to him by the gown he mentally undressed her.
She looked unconvinced “uh huh is that right? Don’t lie to me! Get over here k**!”. She pointed at her feet making it clear what she wanted. Brett obeyed willingly, he left his bike at the gate and walked up the drive to the porch. He stopped a few feet in front of her, his erection growing as he did. His eyes explored her again “I erm...didn’t say anything miss I swear”. She pulled at the waistband on her gown again, this time just opening it an inch to give the slightest impression of her body. “You swear huh? I heard you swear all right! A “fucking dick” as I recall...honestly k** you don’t learn do you?”. She was excited and doubted she could keep up the charade much longer. She looked around at the other houses across the street, all quiet, no one to be seen. “I think you had better come in Brett you’re in trouble”.
With this she put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him inside, he offered no resistance. “Sit right there sweety” she said as she gestured to the sofa. He again did as he was told, all the while not taking his eyes off her, now admiring her curves, smooth legs, small feet with her toe nails painted nude to match her fingernails. She turned now a few feet in front of him, her eyes moved down to the obvious lump in his pants, she bit her lip now not trying to hide her own arousal. “I see you brought your friend back with you Brett”. She let out a slight aching sound as her lip was bitten again. “Have you missed me Brett?”.
He openly admired her body now, leaning back a little on the sofa feeling safe to let his erection become obvious, sensing her needs. “Yes miss!” his excitement getting the better of him betraying his adolescence lust, his hands at his sides desperate to touch her.
She smiled again and held his stare. “I’m glad Brett, now how about you follow me upstairs?”. With this she pulled the waistband again, this time so much the top half opened completely to allow her full breasts to tumble out, fuck they looked even better than he remembered. She gave another naughty smile and took his hand, leading him from the sofa and following her a step behind.
Her soft skin on his felt good, his body reacting to even her slightest touch, his erection pointing the way. He again looked down at her curvy figure, ass, a real woman for sure. One he had dreamed about constantly.
She led him upstairs, across the landing and into her bedroom sitting him on the large four poster bed. He sat mesmerised as she turned to him, dressing gown now barely concealing her body at all. He looked her up and down, head to toe. His hand instinctively moved to himself, squeezing at his shaft through his shorts. With this she mocked surprise “what do you think you’re doing Brett? I asked you up here for an explanation and an apology for your actions”.
Brett stopped working at himself and looked at her innocently puzzled. “Oh...err...sure miss. Sorry?”. Hands back to his side.
She stepped closer, gown opening more now, waistband barely tied “jeez k** look at that hard on. What did you think, that you could insult my husband then just come on up here and fuck me? IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?!”. Her hand now pulled the waistband one final time, pulling it away completely, the gown falling over her shoulders and to the floor.
There she stood, the vision of his dreams, naked, he had to use all his restraint to stop him from reaching out and exploring her body. Whilst toned she had all the right curves, wide hips with a round ass, fuck he wanted to grab at her and pull her close.
She smiled down at him, eyes glinting “is that what you thought young man? That you could just waltz in here and take me? Without any consideration for my feelings? Or my pleasure?”. With this she moved to the head of the bed and climbed onto the sheets, now lying down, Brett still sat at the foot of the bed now turning to face her, not talking his eyes off her “no not at all miss. I...I want to make you happy I promise!”.
She had crossed her legs to deny him for now. She had her hands in her lap, feet gently rubbing at each other within his reach. “Mmm I know you do honey, how do you think you can do that?”. With this her hands inched up her stomach, nude nails gently scratching at her skin, separating now to reach for her breasts. She cupped her bosom gently moving her fingers over the fullness of her curves to pinch gently at her nipples, letting out a quiet moan of excitement as she did.
Brett still sitting on the edge of the bed turned his body now to face her, his hard on bolt upright drawing her gaze. “Gee miss, well I’d start by kissing you”. He watched her intently as she continued massaging her breasts, small noises escaping her lips. She pinched at her nipples again, pulling them out so they now remained erect, sensitive. One of her hands slowly sliding back down her stomach “is that right Brett? I bet you’re a good kisser. How about you show me?”.
Brett went to stand, she stopped him by putting her foot into his groin, grinding into him. “How about you start from the bottom young man. You want to make me happy don’t you?”. She continued to grind her foot against him, outlining his shaft through his shorts, he began to groan a little at her touch “mmm yes miss of course, I want to kiss you all over”.
He moved his hands quickly and confidently to her foot and began to rub it in turn against him, reaching forward he pulled her other foot towards him and began to rub them both against him, her feet like praying hands on either side of his shaft. She wiggled her toes so they teased against his head, the material of his shorts doing little to mask the shape of him.
She lay back on the bed now, eyes closed. “Brett, make me happy, start kissing”. He held her feet still and lowered his head, she had soft feet, petite, smooth, perfectly polished and making an inviting target. He began to kiss at the soles of her feet, slowly moving to her arches, underside of her toes now. She let out a slight laugh through the sensation both pleasure and excitement of where this would lead, where she would lead him. He lowered her feet and peered over them at her, her lying flat now he could better admire her body “is that nice miss?”. She purred a little “yes Brett, keep going, remember to use your tongue if you want to really make me happy”.
He obliged lifting her feet back to his mouth, licking at her toes, then sucking them in turn. He thought he’d be grossed out but he was obsessed with her, wanting to explore every inch. He moved one hand now to his shorts, unable to see fumbling at the button. Finally it came free, he tore at the zip quickly pulling himself free, his hard adolescence cock springing out from his boxers wanting attention. He instinctively went to move his hands to his shaft, only forgetting to release her feet he pulled them down also with the intention of using them as a sleeve for his cock once more.
She resisted a little at this, her firm calves tensing to halt his pull “excuse me young man! I don’t remember asking for you to...to...get your dick out! Even if it is fat...mmm and swollen...oh wow look at that thing!”. She stopped resisting, the soles of her feet now pressed against his shaft, him holding her feet using them to pump at his pride again, his head fell back now appreciating the moment as he let out a groan.
She enjoyed this, knowing how excited he was and what it would lead to. She felt herself getting wetter, resisting the urge to play with herself just yet for fear it would make him too excited, besides she wanted to prolong her pleasure also. He began to pump at himself faster now, her feet flying up and down his length, heels slapping into his balls as they were pulled down to produce a pleasing pain. She felt him throb and knew she would have to intervene to prevent a premature ending. “Excuse me young man, what happened to my pleasure and my kisses?”. Brett was momentarily lost, firm grip on her feet using them as a makeshift fuck toy. She snapped her fingers “hey buddy! Slow down ok? We’ve got all morning...”. With this he paused mid pump, the soles of her feet pressed either side of his cock head. “Good boy”. She knew referring to him as boy would momentarily cool his jets. “Now back to my pleasure, let’s put that tongue to good use other than cursing my husband shall we?”.
Brett lifted her legs again and brought her feet back to his mouth, greedily licking and sucking at her toes once more. Her own head now falling back pleasingly as she felt her centre soak. “How about you work up a little higher Brett”. He did as he was told still holding her feet together he began to trace his tongue up her calves, she tasted good, clean and sweet. “There’s a good boy, keep going honey”. He parted her legs now, licking up the inside of her calves, then to her lower thigh, he lifted his head a little and now for the first time saw her centre, neat trimmed blonde hair, wet, inviting. He let out a carnal sound his head moving back to her inner thigh, nuzzled now licking and sucking delicately. He felt her writhing beneath him now “uh huh that’s a good boy, don’t stop mmm, just a little more”. He inched higher, his still huge hard on pressing into the soft sheets as he did making him acutely aware of his own arousal.
She moved her hands now, one to her breasts, the other into his hair, feeling for grip knowing she would need it. “That’s it, that’s a good boy...just...just a bit more”. Brett took the last few inches with a long lick of his tongue from her thigh and instinctively onto her clit, taking a long suck he felt her buck hard as she squeeled “mmmmm fuck that’s perfect, suck on my clit honey, there’s a good boy!”. He was intoxicated with her taste, sweet, juices on his tongue making him drunk on lust.
He lapped hungrily at her now getting more and more turned on feeling her body reacting under his tongue. His hand reached for his own centre, firmly gripping his shaft starting to pump slowly. He moaned at this, the vibration of his voice feeling good against her now throbbing clit. Her head was thrown back in the pillows, both hands now in his hair as she edged closer to climax “nnnggghhh fuck that’s a good boy, keep going baby...mmmmm fuck”. He pumped faster now, tongue probing deeply scooping up her sweet juices.
She was close, eyes rolling back her legs starting to tremble. She hadn’t orgasmed since the last time she had seen Brett, that night savouring the taste of his load on her tongue she had masturbated until her sheets were soaked and her head empty other than thoughts of his adolescent cock. She felt it, that wave of pleasure washing over her, unable to stop now if she wanted to “mmmmmm that’s it baby, oh wow...keep going...uh huh...I’m gonna...I’m gonna...”. With that she climaxed, her clit throbbing on his tongue, his saliva mixing with her cum. She writhed uncontrollably as he kept licking “fuck this k** doesn’t know you’re supposed to ease up!” she thought to herself. She was too lost to say a word, helplessly throbbing under him deep in her orgasm.
She came hard “fuck...fuck fuck fuckkkkkk Bretttttt! Stop! Nnnggghhh wow fuck”. After a moment he did as he was told, reluctantly he stopped tasting her and lifted his head. “Oh sorry did I do something wrong?”. He looked genuinely concerned. She smiled and pulled his face towards hers “no young man, you made me happy”. They were face to face now, she kissed him hard tasting herself on his tongue, his hips were now level with hers his bulging erection pressing against her. She reached down and gripped it tightly all the while locking her tongue with his. They kissed wetly until she felt him throb in her hands, she knew he was overly excited and would have to take her chance. There was no need to seduce him but she wanted to make it special for him all the same. “Brett do you know what would give me even more pleasure?” she whispered in his ear, both her hands now on him, not jerking but pumping to make sure he was fully aroused. She could tell he was, he was hard as a rock, the kind of hard on her husband could only dream of. Brett moaned gently as she worked at him “tell me miss I’d do anything to please you”. She pulled him close again kissing him deeply, she loved to taste herself and doing so from his tongue made it all the naughtier. She pulled her face away a little, looking him in the eye “I want you inside me young man, nice and deep. Do you think you can do that? Would you...like that?”.
Bretts eyes widened at the prospect, his jerk off fantasies about to be realised in the flesh “so much miss, I want you like crazy!”. He put his hand to her cheek gently, then lowering himself again to kiss her sensually. She worked at him again with her hands gently pulling at him, causing him to thrust slowly against her, his glistening cock head pressing against her warm mound. She grasped his shaft firmly still, rolling his head around her centre, teasing them both. She knew she hadn’t had her last orgasm of the morning. She pulled her mouth from his, a thin trail of their spit just lingering between them “are you ready young man?”. He nodded, staring her in the eye. They gazed at each other as he pushed himself forward, her hands guiding him. She let out a soft moan as his leaking head pressed between her folds, now pulling him in to her soft, warm, wet pussy.
He slid inside her in one smooth movement, her being so completely aroused meaning there was copious lubricant for him to thrust all his inches into her. She maintained eye contact wanting to see his face as he entered her for the first time “Mmm how does that feel Brett? Good?”. He seemed transfixed again, he had slid all the way inside her, his balls slapping against her soft skin, then stopped. He seemed to remember himself nodding “uh huh. So good miss. I...I think I might...”. She knew he was fighting his urges to release his orgasm, the struggle in his eyes between wanting to follow his needs and flood her and his wants to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. She smiled up at him, reaching up to feel at his chest. “It’s ok Brett, just do what feels right, besides we can always go again...”.
He held himself there for another moment, inside her, afraid that any movement at all would bring his pleasure to an abrupt end. He closed his eyes, scrunching them tight momentarily. He could hear her giggle quietly under him “should I be offended young man? You thinking of someone else?!”. He opened his eyes again looking deadly serious “no miss, not at all. I’ll show you what I was thinking”. With this he put his hands under her thighs hiking her knees up, she liked him taking control just a little, knowing what he wanted. He began to slide slowly in and out now, her new position meaning his cock buried another inch deeper inside her, hitting her special spot. Her hands moved from his chest to grip onto his muscular arms as he picked up his pace. “Fuck that’s it Brett give it to me...I know you’ve thought about me...now show me how you’ve wanted to fuck me...oh fuck yes...fuck me”.
He really picked up the rhythm now, the sound of him slapping against her wet cunt filling the room, he could feel his balls getting wetter and tighter with each thrust. He thought she must have the perfect pussy, gripping and pulling his length into her, squeezing tightly on his shaft meaning every part of his penis was being stimulated, his now leaking head hitting her spot, aching to be allowed to release. Fuck he needed to cum.
She could tell he was close, his breathing shallowing as it had when he flooded her mouth the first time. She wanted his orgasm as much as him. She was determined to make it a huge load, the kind that would make his legs tremble as hers had. But where did she want it? She decided it was rude to spoil his big moment and let him continue fucking her and do what seemed natural. But she would make sure he would always remember it “there’s my young man! Fucking me so good...and hard...oh fuck yes Brett...fucking give it to me!”. He was there, the point of no return. He let out a noise of lust from his throat, announcing he was about to shoot his seed. She gripped his arms tightly now as he tensed, then with one big thrust his swollen cock head emptied his balls inside her. She climaxed instantly “oh FUCK! Keep going baby, pump all your hot cum inside of me. Fucking give it all to me!”. He kept thrusting inside of her, five spurts, six. Fuck this orgasm was so much more than his first time with her, he needed to fill her entirely. With his eighth rope of cum filling her he collapsed on top, their bodies glistening with sweat, her feeling his weight on her, still aroused, still hard inside her, his seed now collecting at the base of his cock seeping from her soaked cunt.
He breathed hard, she kissed at his ear and scratched his back gently with her nails “that was amazing young man, you made me very happy. Did you enjoy yourself?”. He nodded into her shoulder, unable to talk, his legs like jelly, cock like a rock still. She slid her hand down his back to feel at his balls, not so tight now but definitely not empty. She squeezed at them gently, he reacted by bucking slightly on top of her, his cum covered cock feeling good inside her still. She carried on her groping knowing he would react to her touch, bucking, thrusting, he was like a living sex toy now reacting to her.
He felt release but not done yet, his still hard dick an obvious give away. She played with him, nibbling at his ear, gently squeezing his balls as if to milk more desire out of him. He let her, feeling himself growing in every sense at her touch. He tentatively thrust inside her again, her moaning and eyes rolling back a little. Fuck he was a stud she thought, ready to ride her again. He rocked inside of her, his cum making a perfect lubricant, the head of his cock so sensitive, throbbing still but he was fucking on instinct now, pushing past the sensitivity and into further pleasure.
She put her arms round his broad shoulders, holding onto him now not wanting him to stop, to keep her filled and fucked. Her knees now up by her chest letting him thrust deeper filling her pussy entirely. She was riding her orgasm hard “oh my god Brett, keep me filled with your cum all fucking day...oh fuckkkk...give me all your loads!”. He banged harder still, feeling his balls slapping against her, soaked now in their thick juices. She held his face and pulled him close, tongue plunging deep into his mouth locking with his. She knew how to kiss. She also knew what she wanted, her words slowed by his rampant fucking “Brett...Brett...I want...I want your cum...give it to me...oh fuck...cover me in your cum baby...fucccckkkkk yes...put your hot sticky cum all over me young man!”.
He kissed her hard and thrust into her again and again, his balls had tightened again, head throbbing uncontrollably he pulled out and blew another load. The first spurt all over her right breast, second just below, third and fourth on her stomach and last landing perfectly on her own throbbing clit. She instinctively reached for him and with one hand gently pulled at his length the other massaging his now hanging balls as if not convinced there wasn’t one more rope of cum for her.
She giggled her evil laugh, then with her best cumslut look pulled him towards her by the balls, he complied moving up her body to straddle her chest. She held him now like a vice, balls clamped in one hand, her other gripping his shaft just below his head. She outstretched her long tongue in a teasing way, then slowly licked with the point from the underside of his head up and over his opening, making sure to squeeze her hands as she did to get every last drop of his salty sweet spunk. Looking him in the eye all the while she pumped again and enveloped his head in her warm wet mouth, one more pump of her hands and a final half spurt of cum deposited onto her tongue, she let out an appreciative sound to let him know that’s what she was after, content he was fully empty now.
She released him from her mouth and her grip, he slumped back a little on his knees, legs too weak to move just yet just managing some words “Wow you’re amazing miss, the best! I’ve never cum twice like that before I swear!”.
She smiled up at him, still tasting him. He tasted better this time she thought, maybe her own juices had made it sweeter. “Well aren’t you a sweety! But you really should be going, before your parents wonder where you’ve gotten to...and before my husband comes back. We don’t want him coming home to find you on top of me and me filled with your semen do we buddy?”.
With this Brett jumped up, suddenly alarmed. “Oh wow no miss, sure. Oh fuck, where’s my pants!”.
She giggled again knowing her husband would be out of town regularly again for the next few weeks “if you’re a good boy maybe I’ll see you again...maybe. Now be a good boy and run along, just let yourself out and make sure nobody sees you”. He did as he was told, quickly pulling up his pants and scrambling to put the rest of his clothes back on “I will be good miss, I promise. I’ll even be nice to your husband!”. He went out of the room, down the stairs and carefully closed the door behind him. She gave that evil smile again, lay back satisfied and began to scoop his still warm cum into her mouth. She would taste him all day.
His eyes were glued to the windows desperate for a sign, anything to lure him. Nothing. He felt his frustrations rising. He tossed the paper at the porch in anger and cycled on. He cursed and rounded the corner, a male voice calling after him as he made ready to ride home. “Hey pal watch it will ya! You nearly hit my car k**!”. Brett stopped and looked back, fuck the man had come out of 1024. The house. Her house. Brett froze. The voice called out again “you hear me k**? Be more fucking careful!”. Brett turned his bike and slowly walked it back to 1024. “Sorry mister didn’t mean to, I’ll be more careful next time”.
The man looked at Brett as if he had sc****d him off his shoe, then proceeded to walk to his car. “See that you do k**, be a shame for you to lose this job”. With that he got in and pulled out of the drive, Brett having to step back to be out of harms way. He watched the car round the corner and out of site. “What a fucking dick!” Brett let out, genuinely pissed. Then he heard her. “Excuse me young man is that any way to talk about my husband?”.
He immediately perked up all over his body, spinning round to see her stood in the open door, dressing gown on tied around her waste, blonde hair up, bare feet. He stared. Hard.
“Hey buddy I asked you a question!” she snapped at him, just the smallest hint of a smile. Brett grinned instinctively, his mind racing “oh hey sorry miss, I didn’t see you there...”. It was a weak answer and he knew it. She looked him up and down, her hand playing with the waistband on her dressing gown “so buddy, what did you say exactly?”. Brett fumbled a little wanting to be caught in a lie, the thought of punishment now making him grow again in his pants. “Erm...I...didn’t say much at all miss...just that I’d be more careful next time”. He looked down at his feet, then unable to help himself back to her figure, most of it denied to him by the gown he mentally undressed her.
She looked unconvinced “uh huh is that right? Don’t lie to me! Get over here k**!”. She pointed at her feet making it clear what she wanted. Brett obeyed willingly, he left his bike at the gate and walked up the drive to the porch. He stopped a few feet in front of her, his erection growing as he did. His eyes explored her again “I erm...didn’t say anything miss I swear”. She pulled at the waistband on her gown again, this time just opening it an inch to give the slightest impression of her body. “You swear huh? I heard you swear all right! A “fucking dick” as I recall...honestly k** you don’t learn do you?”. She was excited and doubted she could keep up the charade much longer. She looked around at the other houses across the street, all quiet, no one to be seen. “I think you had better come in Brett you’re in trouble”.
With this she put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him inside, he offered no resistance. “Sit right there sweety” she said as she gestured to the sofa. He again did as he was told, all the while not taking his eyes off her, now admiring her curves, smooth legs, small feet with her toe nails painted nude to match her fingernails. She turned now a few feet in front of him, her eyes moved down to the obvious lump in his pants, she bit her lip now not trying to hide her own arousal. “I see you brought your friend back with you Brett”. She let out a slight aching sound as her lip was bitten again. “Have you missed me Brett?”.
He openly admired her body now, leaning back a little on the sofa feeling safe to let his erection become obvious, sensing her needs. “Yes miss!” his excitement getting the better of him betraying his adolescence lust, his hands at his sides desperate to touch her.
She smiled again and held his stare. “I’m glad Brett, now how about you follow me upstairs?”. With this she pulled the waistband again, this time so much the top half opened completely to allow her full breasts to tumble out, fuck they looked even better than he remembered. She gave another naughty smile and took his hand, leading him from the sofa and following her a step behind.
Her soft skin on his felt good, his body reacting to even her slightest touch, his erection pointing the way. He again looked down at her curvy figure, ass, a real woman for sure. One he had dreamed about constantly.
She led him upstairs, across the landing and into her bedroom sitting him on the large four poster bed. He sat mesmerised as she turned to him, dressing gown now barely concealing her body at all. He looked her up and down, head to toe. His hand instinctively moved to himself, squeezing at his shaft through his shorts. With this she mocked surprise “what do you think you’re doing Brett? I asked you up here for an explanation and an apology for your actions”.
Brett stopped working at himself and looked at her innocently puzzled. “Oh...err...sure miss. Sorry?”. Hands back to his side.
She stepped closer, gown opening more now, waistband barely tied “jeez k** look at that hard on. What did you think, that you could insult my husband then just come on up here and fuck me? IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?!”. Her hand now pulled the waistband one final time, pulling it away completely, the gown falling over her shoulders and to the floor.
There she stood, the vision of his dreams, naked, he had to use all his restraint to stop him from reaching out and exploring her body. Whilst toned she had all the right curves, wide hips with a round ass, fuck he wanted to grab at her and pull her close.
She smiled down at him, eyes glinting “is that what you thought young man? That you could just waltz in here and take me? Without any consideration for my feelings? Or my pleasure?”. With this she moved to the head of the bed and climbed onto the sheets, now lying down, Brett still sat at the foot of the bed now turning to face her, not talking his eyes off her “no not at all miss. I...I want to make you happy I promise!”.
She had crossed her legs to deny him for now. She had her hands in her lap, feet gently rubbing at each other within his reach. “Mmm I know you do honey, how do you think you can do that?”. With this her hands inched up her stomach, nude nails gently scratching at her skin, separating now to reach for her breasts. She cupped her bosom gently moving her fingers over the fullness of her curves to pinch gently at her nipples, letting out a quiet moan of excitement as she did.
Brett still sitting on the edge of the bed turned his body now to face her, his hard on bolt upright drawing her gaze. “Gee miss, well I’d start by kissing you”. He watched her intently as she continued massaging her breasts, small noises escaping her lips. She pinched at her nipples again, pulling them out so they now remained erect, sensitive. One of her hands slowly sliding back down her stomach “is that right Brett? I bet you’re a good kisser. How about you show me?”.
Brett went to stand, she stopped him by putting her foot into his groin, grinding into him. “How about you start from the bottom young man. You want to make me happy don’t you?”. She continued to grind her foot against him, outlining his shaft through his shorts, he began to groan a little at her touch “mmm yes miss of course, I want to kiss you all over”.
He moved his hands quickly and confidently to her foot and began to rub it in turn against him, reaching forward he pulled her other foot towards him and began to rub them both against him, her feet like praying hands on either side of his shaft. She wiggled her toes so they teased against his head, the material of his shorts doing little to mask the shape of him.
She lay back on the bed now, eyes closed. “Brett, make me happy, start kissing”. He held her feet still and lowered his head, she had soft feet, petite, smooth, perfectly polished and making an inviting target. He began to kiss at the soles of her feet, slowly moving to her arches, underside of her toes now. She let out a slight laugh through the sensation both pleasure and excitement of where this would lead, where she would lead him. He lowered her feet and peered over them at her, her lying flat now he could better admire her body “is that nice miss?”. She purred a little “yes Brett, keep going, remember to use your tongue if you want to really make me happy”.
He obliged lifting her feet back to his mouth, licking at her toes, then sucking them in turn. He thought he’d be grossed out but he was obsessed with her, wanting to explore every inch. He moved one hand now to his shorts, unable to see fumbling at the button. Finally it came free, he tore at the zip quickly pulling himself free, his hard adolescence cock springing out from his boxers wanting attention. He instinctively went to move his hands to his shaft, only forgetting to release her feet he pulled them down also with the intention of using them as a sleeve for his cock once more.
She resisted a little at this, her firm calves tensing to halt his pull “excuse me young man! I don’t remember asking for you to...to...get your dick out! Even if it is fat...mmm and swollen...oh wow look at that thing!”. She stopped resisting, the soles of her feet now pressed against his shaft, him holding her feet using them to pump at his pride again, his head fell back now appreciating the moment as he let out a groan.
She enjoyed this, knowing how excited he was and what it would lead to. She felt herself getting wetter, resisting the urge to play with herself just yet for fear it would make him too excited, besides she wanted to prolong her pleasure also. He began to pump at himself faster now, her feet flying up and down his length, heels slapping into his balls as they were pulled down to produce a pleasing pain. She felt him throb and knew she would have to intervene to prevent a premature ending. “Excuse me young man, what happened to my pleasure and my kisses?”. Brett was momentarily lost, firm grip on her feet using them as a makeshift fuck toy. She snapped her fingers “hey buddy! Slow down ok? We’ve got all morning...”. With this he paused mid pump, the soles of her feet pressed either side of his cock head. “Good boy”. She knew referring to him as boy would momentarily cool his jets. “Now back to my pleasure, let’s put that tongue to good use other than cursing my husband shall we?”.
Brett lifted her legs again and brought her feet back to his mouth, greedily licking and sucking at her toes once more. Her own head now falling back pleasingly as she felt her centre soak. “How about you work up a little higher Brett”. He did as he was told still holding her feet together he began to trace his tongue up her calves, she tasted good, clean and sweet. “There’s a good boy, keep going honey”. He parted her legs now, licking up the inside of her calves, then to her lower thigh, he lifted his head a little and now for the first time saw her centre, neat trimmed blonde hair, wet, inviting. He let out a carnal sound his head moving back to her inner thigh, nuzzled now licking and sucking delicately. He felt her writhing beneath him now “uh huh that’s a good boy, don’t stop mmm, just a little more”. He inched higher, his still huge hard on pressing into the soft sheets as he did making him acutely aware of his own arousal.
She moved her hands now, one to her breasts, the other into his hair, feeling for grip knowing she would need it. “That’s it, that’s a good boy...just...just a bit more”. Brett took the last few inches with a long lick of his tongue from her thigh and instinctively onto her clit, taking a long suck he felt her buck hard as she squeeled “mmmmm fuck that’s perfect, suck on my clit honey, there’s a good boy!”. He was intoxicated with her taste, sweet, juices on his tongue making him drunk on lust.
He lapped hungrily at her now getting more and more turned on feeling her body reacting under his tongue. His hand reached for his own centre, firmly gripping his shaft starting to pump slowly. He moaned at this, the vibration of his voice feeling good against her now throbbing clit. Her head was thrown back in the pillows, both hands now in his hair as she edged closer to climax “nnnggghhh fuck that’s a good boy, keep going baby...mmmmm fuck”. He pumped faster now, tongue probing deeply scooping up her sweet juices.
She was close, eyes rolling back her legs starting to tremble. She hadn’t orgasmed since the last time she had seen Brett, that night savouring the taste of his load on her tongue she had masturbated until her sheets were soaked and her head empty other than thoughts of his adolescent cock. She felt it, that wave of pleasure washing over her, unable to stop now if she wanted to “mmmmmm that’s it baby, oh wow...keep going...uh huh...I’m gonna...I’m gonna...”. With that she climaxed, her clit throbbing on his tongue, his saliva mixing with her cum. She writhed uncontrollably as he kept licking “fuck this k** doesn’t know you’re supposed to ease up!” she thought to herself. She was too lost to say a word, helplessly throbbing under him deep in her orgasm.
She came hard “fuck...fuck fuck fuckkkkkk Bretttttt! Stop! Nnnggghhh wow fuck”. After a moment he did as he was told, reluctantly he stopped tasting her and lifted his head. “Oh sorry did I do something wrong?”. He looked genuinely concerned. She smiled and pulled his face towards hers “no young man, you made me happy”. They were face to face now, she kissed him hard tasting herself on his tongue, his hips were now level with hers his bulging erection pressing against her. She reached down and gripped it tightly all the while locking her tongue with his. They kissed wetly until she felt him throb in her hands, she knew he was overly excited and would have to take her chance. There was no need to seduce him but she wanted to make it special for him all the same. “Brett do you know what would give me even more pleasure?” she whispered in his ear, both her hands now on him, not jerking but pumping to make sure he was fully aroused. She could tell he was, he was hard as a rock, the kind of hard on her husband could only dream of. Brett moaned gently as she worked at him “tell me miss I’d do anything to please you”. She pulled him close again kissing him deeply, she loved to taste herself and doing so from his tongue made it all the naughtier. She pulled her face away a little, looking him in the eye “I want you inside me young man, nice and deep. Do you think you can do that? Would you...like that?”.
Bretts eyes widened at the prospect, his jerk off fantasies about to be realised in the flesh “so much miss, I want you like crazy!”. He put his hand to her cheek gently, then lowering himself again to kiss her sensually. She worked at him again with her hands gently pulling at him, causing him to thrust slowly against her, his glistening cock head pressing against her warm mound. She grasped his shaft firmly still, rolling his head around her centre, teasing them both. She knew she hadn’t had her last orgasm of the morning. She pulled her mouth from his, a thin trail of their spit just lingering between them “are you ready young man?”. He nodded, staring her in the eye. They gazed at each other as he pushed himself forward, her hands guiding him. She let out a soft moan as his leaking head pressed between her folds, now pulling him in to her soft, warm, wet pussy.
He slid inside her in one smooth movement, her being so completely aroused meaning there was copious lubricant for him to thrust all his inches into her. She maintained eye contact wanting to see his face as he entered her for the first time “Mmm how does that feel Brett? Good?”. He seemed transfixed again, he had slid all the way inside her, his balls slapping against her soft skin, then stopped. He seemed to remember himself nodding “uh huh. So good miss. I...I think I might...”. She knew he was fighting his urges to release his orgasm, the struggle in his eyes between wanting to follow his needs and flood her and his wants to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. She smiled up at him, reaching up to feel at his chest. “It’s ok Brett, just do what feels right, besides we can always go again...”.
He held himself there for another moment, inside her, afraid that any movement at all would bring his pleasure to an abrupt end. He closed his eyes, scrunching them tight momentarily. He could hear her giggle quietly under him “should I be offended young man? You thinking of someone else?!”. He opened his eyes again looking deadly serious “no miss, not at all. I’ll show you what I was thinking”. With this he put his hands under her thighs hiking her knees up, she liked him taking control just a little, knowing what he wanted. He began to slide slowly in and out now, her new position meaning his cock buried another inch deeper inside her, hitting her special spot. Her hands moved from his chest to grip onto his muscular arms as he picked up his pace. “Fuck that’s it Brett give it to me...I know you’ve thought about me...now show me how you’ve wanted to fuck me...oh fuck yes...fuck me”.
He really picked up the rhythm now, the sound of him slapping against her wet cunt filling the room, he could feel his balls getting wetter and tighter with each thrust. He thought she must have the perfect pussy, gripping and pulling his length into her, squeezing tightly on his shaft meaning every part of his penis was being stimulated, his now leaking head hitting her spot, aching to be allowed to release. Fuck he needed to cum.
She could tell he was close, his breathing shallowing as it had when he flooded her mouth the first time. She wanted his orgasm as much as him. She was determined to make it a huge load, the kind that would make his legs tremble as hers had. But where did she want it? She decided it was rude to spoil his big moment and let him continue fucking her and do what seemed natural. But she would make sure he would always remember it “there’s my young man! Fucking me so good...and hard...oh fuck yes Brett...fucking give it to me!”. He was there, the point of no return. He let out a noise of lust from his throat, announcing he was about to shoot his seed. She gripped his arms tightly now as he tensed, then with one big thrust his swollen cock head emptied his balls inside her. She climaxed instantly “oh FUCK! Keep going baby, pump all your hot cum inside of me. Fucking give it all to me!”. He kept thrusting inside of her, five spurts, six. Fuck this orgasm was so much more than his first time with her, he needed to fill her entirely. With his eighth rope of cum filling her he collapsed on top, their bodies glistening with sweat, her feeling his weight on her, still aroused, still hard inside her, his seed now collecting at the base of his cock seeping from her soaked cunt.
He breathed hard, she kissed at his ear and scratched his back gently with her nails “that was amazing young man, you made me very happy. Did you enjoy yourself?”. He nodded into her shoulder, unable to talk, his legs like jelly, cock like a rock still. She slid her hand down his back to feel at his balls, not so tight now but definitely not empty. She squeezed at them gently, he reacted by bucking slightly on top of her, his cum covered cock feeling good inside her still. She carried on her groping knowing he would react to her touch, bucking, thrusting, he was like a living sex toy now reacting to her.
He felt release but not done yet, his still hard dick an obvious give away. She played with him, nibbling at his ear, gently squeezing his balls as if to milk more desire out of him. He let her, feeling himself growing in every sense at her touch. He tentatively thrust inside her again, her moaning and eyes rolling back a little. Fuck he was a stud she thought, ready to ride her again. He rocked inside of her, his cum making a perfect lubricant, the head of his cock so sensitive, throbbing still but he was fucking on instinct now, pushing past the sensitivity and into further pleasure.
She put her arms round his broad shoulders, holding onto him now not wanting him to stop, to keep her filled and fucked. Her knees now up by her chest letting him thrust deeper filling her pussy entirely. She was riding her orgasm hard “oh my god Brett, keep me filled with your cum all fucking day...oh fuckkkk...give me all your loads!”. He banged harder still, feeling his balls slapping against her, soaked now in their thick juices. She held his face and pulled him close, tongue plunging deep into his mouth locking with his. She knew how to kiss. She also knew what she wanted, her words slowed by his rampant fucking “Brett...Brett...I want...I want your cum...give it to me...oh fuck...cover me in your cum baby...fucccckkkkk yes...put your hot sticky cum all over me young man!”.
He kissed her hard and thrust into her again and again, his balls had tightened again, head throbbing uncontrollably he pulled out and blew another load. The first spurt all over her right breast, second just below, third and fourth on her stomach and last landing perfectly on her own throbbing clit. She instinctively reached for him and with one hand gently pulled at his length the other massaging his now hanging balls as if not convinced there wasn’t one more rope of cum for her.
She giggled her evil laugh, then with her best cumslut look pulled him towards her by the balls, he complied moving up her body to straddle her chest. She held him now like a vice, balls clamped in one hand, her other gripping his shaft just below his head. She outstretched her long tongue in a teasing way, then slowly licked with the point from the underside of his head up and over his opening, making sure to squeeze her hands as she did to get every last drop of his salty sweet spunk. Looking him in the eye all the while she pumped again and enveloped his head in her warm wet mouth, one more pump of her hands and a final half spurt of cum deposited onto her tongue, she let out an appreciative sound to let him know that’s what she was after, content he was fully empty now.
She released him from her mouth and her grip, he slumped back a little on his knees, legs too weak to move just yet just managing some words “Wow you’re amazing miss, the best! I’ve never cum twice like that before I swear!”.
She smiled up at him, still tasting him. He tasted better this time she thought, maybe her own juices had made it sweeter. “Well aren’t you a sweety! But you really should be going, before your parents wonder where you’ve gotten to...and before my husband comes back. We don’t want him coming home to find you on top of me and me filled with your semen do we buddy?”.
With this Brett jumped up, suddenly alarmed. “Oh wow no miss, sure. Oh fuck, where’s my pants!”.
She giggled again knowing her husband would be out of town regularly again for the next few weeks “if you’re a good boy maybe I’ll see you again...maybe. Now be a good boy and run along, just let yourself out and make sure nobody sees you”. He did as he was told, quickly pulling up his pants and scrambling to put the rest of his clothes back on “I will be good miss, I promise. I’ll even be nice to your husband!”. He went out of the room, down the stairs and carefully closed the door behind him. She gave that evil smile again, lay back satisfied and began to scoop his still warm cum into her mouth. She would taste him all day.
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