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Brett had been the dutiful paperboy in his suburban town for the last two years, always out early, never missed a day, always a smile for his neighbors. Brett was tall and toned for his age easily passing for late teens even with his smooth skin, the handsome looks and good jawline saw that the girls around town always looked twice.

Brett had done the same round this last year and had gotten to know some of his customers. The same faces, the same smiles, it had gotten boring. There was one house though that he always cycled to with enthusiasm though. 1024 Sycamore Avenue. He’d always pedalled a little faster to this one, then making sure to slow down to a crawl as he approached. He sometimes wondered if his slow approach looked suspicious, truth told he was more worried someone would see the bulge in his shorts that would happen without fail.

As he approached sure enough his adolescent body let him down and he felt himself begin to grow, not fully erect but every chance he would not be able to control it. Usually some concentrate sorted it, sometimes not. These times he would feel a pang of guilt then almost instantly surrender to the power his cock seemed to have over him, quickly taking a hand off the handlebar to tuck his now firm length under the waistband of his boxers. The feeling of the fabric on his head making his head swim and his thoughts race.

This time as he approached he began to concentrate a little hoping he’d control himself and be a good boy like his mom always told him (secretly hoping his now semi would grow into a fully fledged hard on that he would have to do something about when he got home). He concentrated a little on other things, sports at high school...his thoughts drifted to the girls in their tight gym outfits and the cheerleaders he had masturbated over so many times under his sheets. His upcoming exams...his thoughts went straight to Mrs Jackson his math teacher, her pencil skirt and tight blouse, one button too many undone just so that her cleavage offered an opportunity to stare at that couldn’t be ignored, her hand on his shoulder. How many dozens of loads had he shot thinking about her perfect breasts he couldn’t guess.

But then he came back to where his mind always went when he was in this in between state of arousal and sanity. The reason he always went with a spring in his step and a growing tent in his shorts.

It has been two months before on a crisp spring morning. Brett had been restless that night. He had tossed and turned and woke up with a huge hard on. As he started from sleep his hand instinctively moved to his shaft, a grin breaking out on his face as he slid his hand down his shaft to feel his full balls needing release. He looked over at the clock...FUCK. He’d overslept, leaping out of bed he pulled on his clothes as best he could and raced downstairs to his bike, his hard length bouncing as he did.

He went about his round annoyed with himself for getting up late (even though it was still not fully light out). He was more annoyed that he hadn’t had time to solve his arousal with a quick release in the shower or under his sheets. His favourite was under his sheets, the smell of his arousal intoxicating him, keeping his hand wet with his spit and jerking until his stomach was covered in his sticky mess. This was one of the plus sides he thought to his round, being up early no one would hear or walk in on his morning session. With that out of the way he would feel clearer and less distracted. But that hadn’t been possible that morning.

Nearly done with his round he turned into Sycamore Avenue, a long tree lined street with well to do houses. Not many houses on this street then home to tend to his now aching cock, fuck he was horny.

He threw the last few papers from his bag onto the porches and made his way to the last house. 1024. The house was on his right on the corner. He threw the paper and rounded the corner to head home, he gave one last look at the house over his shoulder. What he saw made him swerve off and fall into the hedge next to the sidewalk.

Cussing and regaining his composure Brett pulled his bike back upright and brushing himself off, looking around coyly to see if anyone had seen him fall, he felt his face reddening. Confident no one had seen he went to get back on his bike then paused, had he seen what he’d thought he’d seen?

He thought he’d seen the shape of a woman (undoubtedly a woman from the shapely breasts and round pert behind). He could only see a silhouette through the curtain but it was a curvy shadow standing then bending raising her hand from her ankle to her knee. Brett was transfixed, he was now unknowingly moving closer to the window his bike forgotten. He now realised he was in the back yard of the house having slipped in through a break in the hedgerow. He leaned down now behind a bush, staring at the window, his view now better enough to see through a slight gap in the curtain. With this his bulge had fully developed and he found his left hand pulling and squeezing at it through his shorts.

Through the curtain he could see the body of a blonde woman, in her forties he would guess but toned for her age. She stood to full height again and pulled her wet hair behind her head as if tie it. As she did her full breasts rose and her taut stomach showed it’s firm conditioning.

Brett began to work at his shorts, unfastening the zip slowly, his heart pounding worried as if his undoing it too quickly would give the game up. Fuck it had caught! It seemed to take an eternity for it to come loose with his uncoordinated hands fumbling at it, made more difficult by his unwillingness to take his eyes off of the naked temptress.

Finally his zip lowered he was free to release his now fully erect length. Another look around to make sure he hadn’t been seen, all was still quiet. With this he moved his right hand into his boxers, his grasp reaching past the swollen head, down the shaft to grab at his filling balls, now pulling his package free out into the fresh morning air. His heart beat louder, he had never done anything like this before. He had watched though. Again he thought of the cheerleaders, the way he had stared too long, his mouth getting wetter savouring at the thought of them.

Brett quickly put them out of his mind and returned to his perving, he sank down onto his knees now, still able to see the blonde figure clearly, her hands still running through her wet hair held above her head, the shower head jetting hot water onto the top of her chest running between her breasts and down her stomach to her nearly trimmed pubic hair.

She wrung her hair out, a cascade of shampoo filled water falling onto her breasts, her hands moving to soap up her now full tits, just lingering a moment longer than they needed to.

With this Brett began to squeeze at his shaft with his hand, feeling himself growing even more so. His maturity for his age wasn’t just his facial features, his thick seven inches and balls bulging. Fuck he didn’t know if he’d ever been this turned on in his life. He couldn’t resist anymore, his hand stopped squeezing and now making a fist began pumping slowly, his hand moving from the underside of the now fully exposed head, down the shaft to thud pleasingly against his balls. The first pump made him let out a deep uncontrollable groan, his fist staying at the base of his shaft squeezing again. This had become a habit he had realised, delaying his pleasure after a series of jerks to fondle and pump more blood into his already thick erection.

Satisfied that his dick was now suitably throbbing he began to slide his hand up and down freely. His eyes stared at the figure in the window as she continued to wash her toned body, again her hands just staying on her breasts a moment more than needed. Brett couldn’t help but focus on her now hard nipples, he moved slightly to get a better vantage all the while working at himself. Left hand making its way up and down his length, right hand now on his balls, tugging and pulling gently. Brett always jerked off left handed and switched to his right as he climaxed, another habit.

Brett was past the point of no return now, he was in too deep. Pumping away. Pulling. Stroking. Jerking off. The blonde seemed to be enjoying herself now too he thought, her hands now working at her breasts more intently, cupping from underneath then sliding her hands up and over to allow her fingers to pinch at her nipples.

Brett was close now, he knew that. The wave that would wash over him making him helpless to stop, needing that release. Pumping his dick harder now, not knowing how much longer the blonde goddess would remain for his pleasure. All his attention was on the window, licking his lips hungering for her body.

Just as he did there was a loud crashing sound behind him. His eyes never moved from the window and he stopped dead. Mid stroke. He froze. His mind raced and then he looked backwards to see his bike had fallen, no longer leaned against the hedge outside but fallen on the sidewalk.

The figure in the window stopped. Fuck! She had heard it too. She turned the shower head off and grabbed a towel, loosely throwing it around her slender body as she moved towards the window. She noticed the break in the curtain as she got closer and smiled naughtily.

Brett watched intently as the blonde approached the window, her dripping wet hair down past her shoulder. She looked all around for a few moments, Bretts heart in his throat dared not move. He hadn’t moved a muscle, hands still wrapped around himself, dick still bolt upright twitching in his hand.

The blonde turned back as if to get back in the shower and Brett breathed a sigh of relief. As much a groan of lust as the tiny towel she had grabbed couldn’t cover her shapely ass. He was transfixed by her wet glistening form, he instinctively jerked himself. At this moment the figure in the window quickly looked back and stopped. She had seen the rustle in the bushes this time. Brett felt her gaze intently. He couldn’t be sure he’d been seen but she seemed to be staring a hole through him. His face grew red again. This was the first time he had seen her face more clearly, he liked what he saw, his dick twitched again in approval.

The blonde still holding his stare bit her lip and moved from the window and out of sight. This was his chance he’d have to run for it, horny as he was he couldn’t be sure she’d return or was calling the cops. He hastily pushed his still throbbing cock back into his boxers (the head brushing against the tight cotton enough to nearly make him lose it), pulled up his shorts and began to get to his feet pulling at his zip. His walk breaking into a run all the while still pulling at the troublesome zip. Fuck it had caught again this time nearer the bottom. He’d fix it when he got home when they were lying on his bedroom floor after he’d stroked himself silly.

Just as he thought that a feminine voice called out “Hey there! What do you think your doing?!”.

Brett froze again, this time rooted to the spot, his back to the house but nowhere near the safety of the outer hedge and his bike.

The voice called out again, feminine but stern “That’s right you. What do you think you’re fucking up to?”.

Bretts heart beat hard, his face now crimson. He turned around slowly thoughts racing for a way out of this. He stammered “Erm hey miss, just delivering your paper is all” all the while looking at his feet.

She looked annoyed but playful “Is that so? Funny how I see you throw it each morning, never getting off your bike, so what the fuck where you doing on my lawn?”.

Brett now raises his head to look at the blonde. His mouth dropped open as he gazed at the still wet shimmering vision on the porch. She still clutched at the towel around her, much too small to contain her curves. Just long enough to cover her modesty but showing more than enough to make any red blooded male salivate. The towel high enough to look like a white mini skirt, low enough that her nipples were just covered barely, her large cleavage jutting out over the top of the towel, E cups at least.

She caught him staring and tried to contain her grin. “Hey I’m up here buddy! You better start talking or you’re in big trouble”.

Brett fumbled for words. “Erm well I...I thought I might have messed up my throw...you know missed your...porch. So I came back to check?”.

The blonde looked amused “Is that right? And you brought your friend along too?”. Her eyes deliberately moving down to the obvious tent in his shorts. Brett looked down “Oh shit” quickly pulling at his t-shirt to try and hide his excitement, his face growing even warmer feeling her gaze intently.

The blonde raised a hand to her mouth to conceal her smile, the towel threatening to reveal all. “Hmm what am I to do with you huh? You know you’re in trouble right?”.

Brett swallowed hard “I guess so but I was just making sure you got your paper...honest!”. Try as he might his hard on wasn’t going anywhere, still straining against the cotton confines of his boxers.

“Sure you were hun. Tell you what come on in and I’ll think about what to do.” Her voice enticing him.

“Oh...but I got to get back miss, it won’t happen again I swear!”.

Her voice now a little sterner as her hand moved from her face to her hip, the towel slipping slightly again somehow still covering her just “I don’t think you’re in any position to be calling the shots buddy, get over here!”.

He didn’t need to be told twice, quickly looking around to see if anyone was watching, it was eerily quiet. He walked quickly to the porch, subtly trying to keep his t-shirt pulled down and failing miserably to hide his bulge. “Sure ok miss anything you say just please don’t call the cops”.

“Hmm I’m considering it” she said as he approached. Her eyes exploring his toned body secretly admiring the sizeable lump in his pants.

Moving quicker now the closer he got he was struck by her looks. This being the first time he’d been close enough to look at her properly he couldn’t help but like what he saw, the kind brown eyes with a glint of mischief, few lines giving away her age, the cute nose, the full lips. He put all his focus into maintaining eye contact, desperate not to let his eyes wander and get caught again.

She stood now in the doorway, hand still on her hip, head cocked slightly to one side. “Get in here and don’t touch anything, I know where your hands have been mister. Sit over there”. She gestured to a couch in the front room.

He did as he was told, sheepishly shuffling over to the chair. As he sat he turned his back to her, allowing him to tuck his still stiff dick under the waistband of his boxers, again the sensation doing little to help abate his swelling. “Wha...what are you going to do miss?”.

“Haven’t decided. Cops maybe, you clearly need to be taught a lesson about respecting people’s property...and their privacy”. There could be no doubt now she had seen exactly what he was doing in the yard.

“Please miss not the cops! I’d be in so much trouble with my parents”. He looked at her weakly.

“Ok not the cops, maybe that’s a little harsh. But your parents need to know Brett”.

He felt hopeless realising she knew his name and most likely his parents. “Please miss, they can’t find out. I...it...”.

She looked at him and shot a mischievous smile “Ok ok k** don’t cry jeez. I won’t tell. But...but you have to tell me honestly what you were doing out in my yard. And if I believe you...IF...then I just might forget about this whole thing. But remember I have to be...satisfied”. The last word spoken deliberately. “Sound fair?”. With this she turned around and moved just a few steps, knowing that the towel wasn’t big enough to cover her backside completely, the light shimmering on her round wet curves.

Brett stared at this, unable to speak momentarily lusting after her. “Sure miss anything I swear it” he said, not fully realising he’d have to fess up.

She turned again to face him, wet hair still dripping onto her glowing body. “Well then buddy what were you doing out there?”. Her eyes moved down his body, keen to see if her show had the desired effect. She knew that it had as he had readjusted his t-shirt naively thinking he’d hidden his pride.

“Well” he started “I was just finishing my round and your house is last. And. And I tossed the paper. I cussed myself as I threw it wrong and it missed. So I...I err came onto your lawn to put it on your...porch?”.

She stood in the doorway still looking at him in mock interest. “You did huh? You asking me or telling me k**?” Her voice taking on a sarcastic tone.

“Erm...telling?”.

“Telling me huh? Then what the fuck were you doing behind the bush?” Her voice raising in mock anger knowing it would fluster him.

He fumbled for words “I...I was just...I didn’t want to startle you is all”.

She moved closer “Tell the TRUTH or its going to get a lot worse for you. You saw me didn’t you? Huh?”. She was now standing a few feet in front of him, his head down looking at his lap. She looked at the same thing and felt her arousal growing, knowing she held all the cards. “Well?”.

“Yes miss”. He muttered meekly into his lap.

“And?”.

“And I had to stay for a look, I’m sorry I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t”.

“Hmm is that right?” She said again in a sarcastic tone. “You thought you could just stare at me while I showered in the privacy of my own home?!”.

“I’m sorry miss.” He said again, not expecting it to help but not knowing better.

“You will be buddy! I’m still not convinced you’ve told me everything though...”. With this she moved a pace forward, enough now that her feet were in his field of vision as he dared not look up. “What were you doing EXACTLY. I’m waiting mister!” her foot tapping impatiently.

Brett gulped hard and resigned to his fate. “Playing with myself miss.”

She leaned in a little closer “I didn’t hear that pal, say it again so I can get it clearly” she said in a stern voice.

“Playing with myself” he offered up tamely again.

“Stop muttering k**, speak up for fuck sake or you’re in big trouble I swear” the voice stern still but mocking and insincere.

“JERKING OFF OK!”. He looked up and saw the slightly shocked look on her face. Little did he know her towel was barely containing her own lust, thankful that the shower was hiding her wetness.

She smirked “Is that right? Well at least you told the truth. That is commendable young man”. She saw his bulge throb as she spoke softly to him now, not knowing if it was because his eyes were wandering to her chest or calling him a man had gotten to him.

He quickly tried to regain himself, not only his stare but his voice “So now what are you going to do? Tell on me?”. His voice now stronger and sterner, again trying and failing to maintain eye contact.

She moved one pace forward now within reach, the last water droplets falling from her body, dripping slowly down her long legs. “Well. Like I said you told the truth at last, so no, I’m not going to tell. But you do need some kind of punishment, so you know it’s wrong to spy on your neighbors. Don’t you think?”. She dropped her fake annoyed act with this last question, watching as Brett sat back now on the sofa, her eye instinctively looking down at his shorts, a stifled grin seeing he was still clearly horny.

Brett breathed out hard trying to understand. “Well...yeah sure. So long as it stays between us. I’d do anything.” His hands now at his sides on the sofa.

“I knew you were a smart young man!”. She bounced a little as she said this, knowing her full breasts would too. Her playful look turned deadly serious “Look at me when I talk to you young man. You did like what you saw didn’t you Brett?”.

He too looked serious and lifting his gaze from her chest met her eyes “Yes miss. A lot”.

She noticed now his handsome looks, jawline, the firm muscles straining under his t-shirt. “I thought you did, I could tell right away from the moment you looked back at me and came off your bike”.

Bretts jaw nearly hit the floor. “You mean you saw me all along?!”.

She looked down in innocence then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, a sickly innocent look. “Uh huh. I’ve seen you around a lot lately, noticing how you cycle slowly past my house, like you’re hoping for a glimpse of something. So I thought I’d give you a glimpse and see what happened. And here you are. In my house.” She said sweet as sugar.

Brett felt angered “Fuck you set it up?! You must be twisted lady!”. His eyes now steely and alive.

She snapped back “Excuse me young man? You’re the one perving over a lady. Jerking off over her. Hiding in the bushes! How would you like the town to know that?!”. She knew she had him in every sense.

He backed down instantly knowing that he would have to play ball to get away without his name being known around town. The peeping paperboy. Fuck. “No no I’m sorry miss ok?”.

She readjusted her towel to cover herself ever so slightly, letting him know she was in control here. “That’s right you don’t want that do you Brett? You know what else I know? That you’re hiding a huge erection under there! You think I didn’t know? You think I’m stupid young man?!” she screamed in mock rage. With this she lunged forward to lift his t-shirt exposing the head of his dick protruding from his waistband, the shaft clearly outlined by his tight shorts.

He sat motionless, only staring at her, unable to formulate any kind of response.

She screamed at him again “you think that’s ok to come into my house, like that...with a...huge hard on?!”. She turned now and smiled from ear to ear having seen his sizeable cock for the first time. She knew she was going to have a good morning.

Brett sat still, finally answering “no ma’am I don’t, I just, just couldn’t...”

“Couldn’t what?!”. She turned now purposefully letting the towel slip to expose her breasts slightly, her nipples stiffening as they attracted his gaze. “You couldn’t fucking WHAT?!”.

“I just couldn’t help it...you looked so good! I got excited”.

With this she let the towel slip further, her breasts now fully exposed, glorious and full. She made sure he caught an eyeful then quickly pulled the towel back up. She knew he was even more helpless now, his last defences entirely gone.

She smiled. An evil smile. “It’s ok Brett” she said softly kneeling now, making sure her sizeable cleavage was perfectly on display. “You’re a healthy young MAN. I understand. And you have urges. Am I right?”.

His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth now. Hands still at his side, cock straining to be released. “Yes ma’am.” He didn’t try to hide his lust any longer, not even attempting to meet her eyes, his focus entirely on the sopping wet tits just inches in front of him.

She tenderly put her hand on his chin and lifted his face to look at hers. “I know you do hun.” Her face close to his, her smell surrounding him, intoxicating him. She kept his face in her hand, her other hand moving to his thigh just below his shorts, her towel just about kept itself around her. She held his stare now, she could see the absolute need in his eyes and it made her wet. “I know you do.” She leaned in as if to kiss him then pulled her head to the side, her mouth close to his ear, her breasts spilling out of the towel close to his mouth. “We all do hun.” She made sure to just brush his ear with her lips, he jolted a little.

She stood upright again in-front of him, making sure to slowly trail her hand off his thigh. She knew her seductive whisper had an effect as the head of his cock now throbbed helplessly, the drops of precum giving him away. “Hmm you are a healthy young MAN”. She bit her lip as his head pulsed again, another glistening globlet of thick clear precum edged out.

Brett could do nothing but fall back and groan. He was lost to his urges now. “Yes miss I try to be”. Another uncontrollable throb, another groan, his eyes closed now desperately trying to control his orgasm. He felt her hand back on his knee, this time her palm flat on his knee and working it’s way slowly up his thigh, moving from outside to in, sliding just under his shorts, the long nails gently scratching at his upper thigh. He opened his eyes again now and saw her on her knees, her hands gently massaging his inner thighs. He breathed heavily “That...that feels nice”.

She looked up now realising she had been staring at his throbbing cock head “I know it does hun. Want me to make it feel nicer? “. Her hands crept just a little higher.

“YES!”. He let out, his excitement getting the better of him.

She grinned again. “You did say this would stay between us didn’t you young man? I’d hate for your parents to find out.”

He looked at her pleadingly. “Of course miss, I won’t tell I swear”.

“Hmm ok then, if you swear”. She looked him in the eye and gave him that mischievous smile. “Remember this is your punishment, ok?”.

“Sure miss, whatever you say!”.

“Thats right buddy! Whatever I say or you’re in for it”. With this her hands moved to his waist band, fingers gently sliding underneath, she looked him in the eye as he realised what she wanted, he quickly relented, lifting himself slightly off the sofa . She pulled slowly but firmly at his shorts, his boxers coming with them. She slowed her effort now just as his cock began to strain, the shaft being exposed inch by inch. “Fuck” she thought “how big is this k**s dick?!”. She continued to pull until at last his entire length was exposed springing out eagerly. She couldn’t help but smile. Pulling his shorts off over his knees and completely off now she placed her hands back on his upper thighs. His erection was massive. “Well you are quite the MAN aren’t you!”. She noted in a matter of fact way, desperate to downplay her excitement. With this she slid her hands up his thighs and rested them just under his balls, they were full and bulging. Her nails teasing.

Brett let out a small sound of approval, desperate to appear calm and collected, more desperate to control himself from release.

She watched his face squirm, his eyes closed. She knew he was close from just the anticipation. With this she let out a giggle, her left hand cupping his balls, feeling their weight, her right hand gently wrapping itself around the shaft of his still throbbing dick. With this he let out another groan, this time from deeper in his throat. Another bead of precum on the head of his now glistening cock. Her left hand now began to open and close slowly on his balls, in a milking motion. “Oh I’m going to milk this bull” she thought to herself. Right hand now slowly, deliberately sliding up his shaft, higher, inching, until her soft hand reached the underside of his head. She stopped. Looking up at him she pumped her right hand several times making him squirm, more precum flowing. The previous drops now pushed aside and slowly dripping down. Without hesitation she moved her mouth forward, tongue outstretched and caught the thick overflowing product. She savoured the taste and eagerly swallowed. Brett let out another groan at this, cock throbbing harder again. This made her appetite grow, she knew she couldn’t tease him much longer for either of their sakes. Her right hand now began to slide up and down his length, always stopping just beneath the head. Her left hand still squeezing, milking. “Is that nicer young man?”.

Brett was almost completely unable to speak now, waves of pleasure washing over him, his bike long forgotten. He dared to look down now unsure if this was a dream, seeing that her towel was now discarded, blonde hair falling over her shoulders which were set back, she was kneeling upright so he could get a good look at her bouncing tits, her hands working at him greedily. “Miss...I don’t think...I don’t think I can hold it anymore!”.

She gave him a stern look. “Oh you don’t huh? You’re going to lose it?!”. With this she moved her left hand from his now bulging balls to pinch her nipples. Fuck she needed to be taken but knew he’d last no time inside her. There’d be another time for that. Her left hand now moved to join her right on his veiny shaft. She held them both there for a moment then opened them up so both her palms faced her behind his girth, she let loose a thick stream of spit from her pouting lips, making sure to give a loud noise to exaggerate the effort.

He watched her in amazement, no longer lying back but sat bolt upright. His eyes moved from hers, to her breasts bouncing and still glistening, then down to her small hands wrapped around him, jerking quickly and skilfully. The thick warm spit made a satisfying slap against him. He was losing control.

She felt him beginning to pulsate in her hands, his breath shortening giving him away. “That nice hun?”. She purred looking up hungrily at him. “You close? I know you are. I can feel it.” She moved her head over his lap, this time letting her drool fall all over him, engulfing the head of his dick. She was as skilled in producing saliva as she was at using it. His head suitably coated her left hand now began working at it, right hand pumping his length, left hand a fist wrapped around his head, squeezing, rolling, more precum leaking. “Give it to me young man! Tell me when, I don’t want you making a mess!”.

He groaned again, this time almost as if entranced by the pleasure. He moved his hand and laced his fingers through her still wet blonde hair. “I...I’m...I’m going to...”.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She moved her mouth forward quickly and wrapped her lips around his now uncontrollably throbbing head. She eagerly swirled her tongue around the head to get the remaining precum, thick and sweet. Her left hand moving to his balls, right hand still pumping at his shaft. He let out a guttural moan and both hands now in her hair gripped tightly.

She felt him buck under her, his hips rising. Then she felt it in her left hand, his balls fit to burst. With this she made sure the flat of her tongue was directly on his opening waiting for the first spurt. He bucked again and his cock shuddered. The first shot coated her tongue, the second the back of her throat. Her eyes bulged as he filled her mouth, flooding it with his seed. The third shot now bouncing of her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth, the fourth shot filling it completely. She pulled off slightly his fifth shot glossing her lips, sixth her chin. She looked up in amazement, cheeks puffed out trying to contain the warm fluid.

She composed herself for a second, her hands returning to his thighs. She looked up at him and swallowed, not looking away for an instant, feeling his thick semen coating her throat and filling her stomach. Fuck she loved that feeling. She licked her lips “well you are a VERY healthy young man judging from that load”. She held his still thick cock in her hands and hungrily lapped up the last drops of cum. “You’re just lucky I’m a whore young man. And that you’ve got that impressive dick”.

Brett nodded, unable to find any words.

She stood now, grabbing the towel and wrapping it tightly around herself. “I’d say you’ve been punished enough for one day, wouldn’t you young man?”. She looked at him sternly again as if she hadn’t just sucked him dry.

Brett mumbled. “Erm sure miss, yeah”.

She smiled. “I’m glad you agree, now you best be getting home, and remember this is our secret ok? I’d hate to have to punish you again”.

He looked at her almost disappointed. “Oh...ok miss sure, so...I can’t peek at you anymore?”.

She giggled and walked him to the front door. “Oh Brett, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, but remember if I catch you I’ll have to PUNISH you again. Got it?”. That mischievous smile again as the towel slipped just an inch once more.