My Toy Boy Returns

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John. He was due at three. I’d been ready since two! This was ridiculous. I felt like a teen going out on her first proper date rather than a mature woman waiting for her toy boy.

The fact he’d fucked me last time was the cause. My first fuck in years. If I’d been getting it regularly I’d have scored it a two at best. That it was so many years since I’d felt a cock slide up inside me meant I gave it an eight. Even in the circumstances, it didn’t warrant a ten, he’d come far too quickly. But the important thing was we’d both passed that milepost. Him losing his virginity, me my inability to face a cock fucking me.

So that put a different complexion on this meet. We’d both be expecting something more satisfying. At least I was. And that’s why I was nervous. Could I give him that? I’d accept whatever he produced. He was still young, totally inexperienced. It would be wrong to expect porn star stud performance. All I wanted was a minute of feeling that cock up me.

With his hang up about his mother’s knickers I was dressed to impress. I hoped. I had the laciest set of lingerie I possessed on, a full cup bra and bikini cut knickers. I reminded myself to ask him which style of knickers he preferred. The set of his mothers he’d smuggled out to me were quite full. Perhaps I should go shopping.

He arrived on time and was carrying a bundle of papers but I didn’t panic as I had before. I was confident they were cover for his parent’s benefit.

I closed the front door, took his hand, and led him straight upstairs. Last times action had been in the lounge. I wanted to ring some changes.

I had my ‘It’s too short for a lady of your age’ skirt on, and knew he’d have a view up past my stocking tops to the knickers.

I stopped abruptly near the top of the stairs and bent forward supporting myself on the top step, thrusting my bum back towards him. He nearly cannoned into it.

“Pull my knickers down then kiss me.” I’d made it easy for him, my bum was inches from his head and at eye level. The hesitation of our earlier meetings had disappeared. He dropped his pile of papers and they fluttered down the stairs and lifted the hem of my skirt. His hand went up and yanked my knickers down. Deftly done! I lifted a foot so he could take them off and I spread my legs. I shuddered as his young lips met mine. He was following instructions to the letter. Kissing me. Lips to lips. I was moist when I’d opened the front door. Now I was well lubricated.

“Stick a finger in. Fuck me with it. Hard!” I’d set myself a target with him this week. To get three useable erections out of him. The last I wanted him to use to fuck me. If he’d cum twice I hoped he could last a while. I wasn’t going to waste too much time getting there.

“Now two fingers!”

I was soon on the verge of my first orgasm. I hadn’t set myself a target.

“Now my arse. One finger.”

This time there was indecision. But not much. I collapsed forward on my shoulders reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. His finger touched my hole. Hesitant. “It’s alright. Wet your finger in my cunt. Push it in slowly.” My god. Giving instructions was a massive turn on. Perhaps I did have Dom tendencies.

His finger had hardly made progress when I erupted. My convulsions made him withdraw his finger. I let go of my buttocks and used a hand on my clit as I shuddered through the orgasm. I could only imagine John watching, his face so close to my leaking pussy. Once I could speak I issued more orders. “Lick me. Taste my juice.” He obediently put his head down between my legs and began lapping at my waterfall.

God that was good. He’d been in the house barely ten minutes. Not yet spoken a word. Time to extract his first load.

“Come,” I said. “Bring my knickers .” I stood up and offered my hand. I led him into my bedroom. “Give me my knickers. Now undress. Everything. Then lie on the bed.” He needed no urging. His clothes went flying. His cock was ninety percent erect. Hardly a surprise. On reflection perhaps the surprise was it was not one hundred percent erect. I didn’t undress. I was prepared to sacrifice the clothes I was wearing, certain they would at the very least need washing if they survived intact what I wanted to do.

He lay on the bed, his cock now at full strength. A flag pole. I kicked my shoes off, climbed on the bed, and stood over him letting him look up my skirt.

“Like the view?“ He nodded.

“What should I do with these?” I twirled my knickers around in the air then sniffed and licked them. He didn’t answer my question.

“I could wrap them around your cock and wank you off with them. Shall I do that?” I do ask stupid questions at times.

“Yes please.”

I pushed my hands up my skirt and fingered myself. I had plenty of juice and it rained down on John's head. I dropped to my knees and stretched the knickers over his cock rubbing the material lightly over his manhood. It twitched.

My hand moved down his shaft. I dropped my head and took the tip in my mouth. My hand moved up his shaft. I flicked my tongue against his helmet. I was surprised he didn’t erupt there and then. My hand carried on moving. My tongue kept on flicking. I had a need for his cum. I was boiling over. I’d not had a sexy week. I’d hoped I’d do something with his mother but that hadn’t materialised. I needed this young man to perform. And he was. On previous occasions, he’d come almost at first touch. His control boded well for later. I kept my knickers wrapped around his penis and my mouth over the tip and I felt him tense. Then it was in my mouth. Hot. Sticky. Delicious. Copious quantities. Each pulse of his cock delivering more. There was so much I wondered if I’d have to swallow before he finished but I didn’t.

I’d decided today he needed to understand how kinky my needs were. Are! It was too early I knew but I’d decided it was make or break. It might freak him out but if he didn’t take to a little perversion I felt sure I could find another teen who would.

He finished pumping his load into my mouth. I wiped up the droplets I’d missed with my knickers and crawled up his body until my head was over his. I leant in to kiss him. His mouth didn’t open. He had no idea what I wanted to do. I touched lips. He reacted to the kiss and parted them slightly. It would have to do. I opened my mouth and let the cum dribble out. Running on his lips down his cheeks. I watched his eyes. Puzzlement? Shock? Now I could speak. “Open your mouth.” He obeyed. I licked the cum back into my mouth. Long languid laps across his cheeks and down to his neck. Then back over his mouth. I held my head a few inches above his. Controlled the cum. Mixed it with spittle. Let the mess form a string between us. Kinky. Perverted. His eyes changed. Realisation dawned. His mind accepting how kinky this was. But he couldn’t cope. The first drops of my fluids touched his lip and he clamped his mouth shut. Not horror on his face, more panic. I wouldn’t press it. I stopped the flow and swallowed the cum I had remaining in my mouth, hardly a hardship. I leant down and kissed him, softly, my lips caressing his, floating over his face. God, I shouldn’t be doing this to him. It was far too loving, romantic even. I needed him to only expect lust and sex. I stopped.

“You were brilliant. I’m so pleased you held on, much much better. Don’t worry about the cum, you’ll learn to want it.” I kissed him again but hard, my tongue doing the work. I came up for air.

“Did you enjoy the rest?”

He nodded.

I reversed down his body and found his cock already swelling. One down. Two to go.

Part 2 to follow