Raspberry Creme
This is the second part of my afternoon with my toyboy. If you want the first part it’s here…
This is the second part of my afternoon with my toyboy. If you want the first part it’s here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/john-chocolates-and-a-sexy-mess-1263040695e
“I hear you had a sexy view of your mother’s underwear the other day.” He had been attentively watching my fingers disappearing into my cunt but they shot up and looked me in the eye.
“She told you about it?”
“She did. Said you were quite embarrassed.”
“Ha, yeah, well, I suppose in a way I was.”
“Wanted to wank over the view did you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Is that why you blushed?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Do you think it was deliberate?”
“What?”
“Letting you see her undies.”
I wondered if he realised she had done it on purpose.
“Christ no, she’d never do that.”
“Were they sexy?”
“Not over much.”
“She’s got sexier sets, has she?”
“Yeah.”
“Ones you’ve played with? Wanked into?” His hand was down the pair of my knickers I’d given him to wear, working hard on his cock, which was well hard again. The combination of the garment, my words, and the view of me fingering my dripping pussy was having the effect I’d hoped it would.
“Suppose I told you she had?”
“Had what?”
“Let you see her bra and knickers.”
“No, she’d never do that. Too straight.”
I doubted I’d be able to convince him otherwise, but no matter, I had other deliciously deviant ideas in mind.
“You’d like her to be deviant wouldn’t you?”
“Hell, yes. Wouldn’t that be something?”
“Brag to your mates about her, would you?” He hesitated, but I could see in his eyes the thought appealed.
“Not sure.”
“I think you are, but for now let’s have some fun. Fantasy fun. Think of me as your mother.”
“Time for some chocolates. Fancy one?”
“No. They’re yours.”
“Oh, I know, but I want to share and I think you might enjoy the way I intend to serve them.”
I’d never done this before, especially not with individual chocolates. I’d seen the odd Mars bar being devoured, but this was going to be different. And messy. But that appealed.
I climbed on the bed and straddled John sitting across his thighs. I picked a chocolate, a raspberry cream I think, and grasped it in the palm of my hand. It soon melted. I opened my hand. The chocolate stuck to it as I expected. John’s expression was one of confusion! I placed my hand palm down over my vagina and rubbed. The chocolate smeared everywhere and once my pussy lips were well and truly coated, I pushed what remained inside.
It’s difficult to describe the sensation. Not especially sexy in itself, but mind blowingly deviant. I raised myself up and shuffled up the bed. “Help yourself,” I said as I thrust my hips towards him. Poor lad. Only a few short months ago he was a shy virgin. Now being used to satisfy my cravings for kinky sex. Still, he could always say no. But he didn’t. His tongue and lips mopped up the mess. I didn’t need to give instructions. I just let him get on with it. The taste must have been a glorious mixture of chocolate and my juices, given how much I was leaking. His tongue couldn’t get deep enough down my cunt to claim the piece I’d pushed in there, but without prompting he stuck a finger in and hooked it out. I’m sorry if you want some horny description of that. I can’t put it into words. After all, one finger working my cunt would have been stimulating. The fact it was fishing for a piece of chocolate made it mind-bendingly erotic. Mm, perhaps erotic isn’t the right word. Deviant? Perverted? Aberrant? Sick even? Take your pick. My overarching thought was how gorgeous it would be for Lizzie to be watching. Anyone to be watching! What his finger caused was my second orgasm. And that prompted another kinky thought. I managed to semi-control my body as I erupted and sat down on his face, his nose pushing into my vagina. Oh bliss. I squirmed around attempting to wank myself on his nose. I wasn’t squirting, I don’t — can’t — but I was trying to float the Titanic. But I sat tight. You all know I’m no expert at these sexual games but I had heard lack of oxygen is a turn on. Not that I wanted to push too close to the edge! As my orgasm came to an end, I raised my body and heard John take a large breath. I felt behind me. His cock was as solid as possible. I didn’t wait for him. I raised myself some more and impaled myself on it. We both gasped. Had I ridden him before? I couldn’t be sure, my fantasies about this boy mingled with fact. I couldn’t distinguish between them. All I knew was that his cock felt deeper than it had ever before. The kinky play had me wanting to control the fuck and I did. I rode him like Jack over point-to-point fences, my hips urging him on, my knees gripping his ribs, a hand over his throat. Not strangling. Just holding his head down. Control. Holding him still, controlling my own movements, I could judge the rise and fall over his cock. Right to the end, then sink in deep. Drop like a stone, rise like a slowly inflating balloon. I didn’t need to hold him still any longer. His instinct told him what was right. He had his eyes closed, no doubt holding his climax back. Good boy. He’d be due another reward. this fuck was taking me high. Near the pinnacle. Top ten. Top five even. As I’d only just orgasmed I had time to enjoy the sensation. In the end, John lost control first. I’ve no complaints though. His cum spurted into me. Second of the day so not a huge quantity but enough. Enough to satisfy me. Enough to feed him. So I did. Now he had no reservations about drinking his own cum. Licking me clean, the last vestiges of chocolate disappearing too.
Two fucks, but I still wanted more sex.
