My Toy Boy Returns 2

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His reluctance to take his own cum was a disappointment but hardly surprising. It did though make me reconsider what I had planned next.

I was being unreasonable in expecting so much. God, he’d still been a virgin until our last meeting and now here I was expecting him to swallow his own cum and follow me down my depraved path without question.

I’d go ‘vanilla’ for a while and see how he seemed.

Perhaps I was being too pessimistic I thought as I arrived at his cock to find it rock solid. Wow! How long was it since he’d come? It must be a matter of single digit minutes. He might be inexperienced, but his body was raring to prove it was capable.

I gently took his cock in hand and stroked it. As if stroking a puppy. Soft and slow. All along its length. Top and bottom. I pushed it up against his stomach and licked and sucked his balls and licked the underside of his manhood. He seemed to like it. Not that he said anything but there was a contented sigh now and again. No, that’s a terrible description of the noise. More akin to an anticipatory exhale of breath before an injection. Although in this case, he’d be injecting me.

The urgency had been mitigated by our frantic first orgasms so I could spend some time savouring his body.

What was this? Our third meeting? I’d lost track but I think it was and I’d not thought about his physique, other considerations being more imperative.

Considering his lifestyle, a bookworm with few friends and fewer outings he had a good body. He wasn’t fat but neither was he skin and bone. His body showed little sign of muscle which was hardly surprising, but there was no flab anywhere. Lizzie clearly made sure he had a good diet.

I didn’t want to overdo my attention to his cock, so slid back up his body and stopped when my tits were level with his head. I was still fully dressed apart from my knickers. I wanted him to undress me. My initial plan had been to encourage him to rip my clothes off. I wanted to find out if he liked that, but after the cum incident I would play it cool!

“Hold my tits, John. Rub your hands over them. No not inside. Over my blouse.” I’d worn an old white partially sheer blouse that I’d been prepared to sacrifice so the feel was not dissimilar to nylon knickers. I wanted him feeling material.

As usual he did as bid. I could imagine Lizzie’s reaction to me telling her her son obeyed my every word without question when she knew him as a typical rebellious teenager.

For a boy without experience, his touch was erotic. Not the wild grab of that first meeting. Measured. Gentle. I could have let him do that for hours but decided to move on. “Push your hand inside. Between the buttons.” As I thought, they were too close together for him to gain access. “Pull the blouse apart. Rip a button off!” So much for my comment a few paragraphs ago about playing it cool! But I needed to galvanise him into doing something of his own accord. All this following of instructions was perfect for my anti-man persona. I had total control. But it lacked excitement for my adventurous exhibitionist side. I felt confident enough that I could give him some space and still stop him if I had to.

He grasped my blouse and pulled on the two sides. I think he was nervous about ruining the blouse. I reassured him and gave him an incentive. “Don’t worry about the blouse, if you don’t rip it open you don’t get to fuck me.”

He clearly wanted to fuck me.

The blouse parted. Two buttons went into orbit. His hands clamped onto my bra encased boobs.

“Good boy,” I said as I dropped my head and kissed him open mouthed. The energy of his action rather than the action itself had triggered me. Fuck waiting for his third erection. I needed to feel that young cock inside me now. If he came quickly he’d just have to do it again. I’m a hard task master!

I’d tried to control things last time and had little effect. I’d give him his head (!!!) this time and see how it went.

“You look ready. Are you?”

“Yeah!” He was definitely changing from the shy young man I’d originally seduced. I rolled off him onto my back, hoisted my skirt up to my waist, opened my legs, and raised my knees.

“Help yourself then.”

He didn’t need a second invitation, simply rolling over and on top of me. That I was still clothed didn’t bother him. He pushed my bra up off my tits and kissed each before nuzzling his head into my neck and kissing me there. I could feel his prick, solid against my leg. I was in desperate need of having it violate me and wanted to tell him to get on with it but I’d been encouraging him to take it slowly. Hoisted by my own petard!

I reach down and ferreted my hand between our bodies. Found his cock. Enfolded it in my hand. I didn’t dare wank him. Too risky. I hoped it would encourage him to enter me. It didn’t. He stopped nuzzling my neck. Lowered his head to the valley between my breasts and pushed my tits inwards. I felt his tongue. Darting like a snake’s. His hands kept pressure on my tits as he pulled his head out, keeping his tongue in contact with my skin. Running it up the side of my breast until it reached a nipple. Flicking and licking and nibbling.

Was this really John? Or some doppelgänger? The boy who a few short weeks ago hadn’t a clue how to play with my tits or last more than a millisecond while fucking me? He’d done a serious lot of homework. I hoped he’d read the last chapter thoroughly.

Even as desperate as I was for him to fuck me I was enjoying what he was doing.

Then he spoke. “Can I fuck you now?” He’d clearly been reading the chapter about foreplay.

“God, yes!” I almost pleaded.

He raised his hips and I guided his cock, which I still had my hand around, to the entrance. No hesitation. He sank it in. Deep. Penetrating in one swift movement. Oh, fuck! It wasn’t a problem as I was wet enough to take a rolling pin. It was the sensation. Unknown since I don’t know when.

God! Did it feel good? His whole length deep into me. He didn’t move. He was fighting to stop himself coming. Not yet. Please god, not yet. I didn’t move. Desperate not to trigger him.

He started to withdraw. About halfway. Then back in. Slowly at first, he got a rhythm going. Then he began increasing the speed. I tried to hold still so as not to affect him. He was doing a hundred times better than last time and that in turn was sending me into raptures. I had to react. Take part. My hips began to flex. Oh, the magic feel. Cock deep in my cunt. Cock I wanted in my cunt. I wanted to prolong it but my body had other ideas. The orgasm started, built, and exploded before I realised it was happening. My hips bucked as if being attacked by a cattle prod. It triggered my young stud. I felt him stiffen and then he was pumping cum into me.

He’d moved from a two to a seven or eight. It was so long since I’d had a proper fuck my mind was hazy as to why I’d not given him a ten. The end result was most satisfying.

Should I try for a hat trick or quit while I was ahead? I looked into his eyes. No embarrassment this time. The fuck could have been longer. Should have been longer, but the improvement was massive. I’d go for three.