“So you came in and mauled my breasts?” My mind was in overdrive. “Wayne go and lock the front door and bolt it.”
“But Jules and …”
“Do what I say.” Is this boy thick will I have to spell everything out. I’ve never had a toy-boy before, my men have always been my own age or older. Wayne did as I directed.
He must have worked a few things out for himself, when he returned his jeans were straining around the zip. “Now Wayne would you like to suck my tits?”
“I’d love to Ms McNeil.”
“OK Wayne here is the deal. Point one you never, ever tell anyone about us, not unless at a later date I say you can — if you do tell anyone I will scream rape! Two when it is just us you can call me Penny, short for Penelope, no on second thoughts from now on you can call me Penny I think it sounds better than hearing you say to Gussie or Jules ‘yer gran’. Finally if either of us wants to end the relationship we are honest about it and tell the other person.”
“OK is that it?”
“Oh one thing — do you want a relationship?”
“Oh Ms Oh Penny I’ve fancied you ever since Jules first brought me around here.”
“And I thought that you were dating Jules.”
Wayne laughed, “I’m Jules mate but I am not her type, not for a relationship.”
I was intrigued, what was Juliana’s type? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. The tenting bulge in Wayne’s jeans was far more intriguing. “Come on Stud, kneel between my legs and start indulging yourself by sucking my tits.”
It was obvious was satisfying Wayne’s fantasy. I could scarcely credit the speed at which he moved. In the time that it takes you to read this. He was between my legs, on his knees his lips latched on to my hard nipple. “Wayne slow down, use your tongue don’t just suck.” The boy was trying, he even attempted to caress my other breast. Yet still there remained a feeling of urgency. “Slow down dear my tits are not going to melt away. Take it slowly, treat my breasts like bottles of fine wine enjoy every drop.” Maybe his father is an alcoholic — I thought — my exportation to treat my breasts like bottles of wine, had not abated the ferocity, of what nearly amounted to an attack on my tits. Although I could feel the milk draining from me, I was not finding this sexually very rewarding.
“Wayne stop for a moment. Let’s get your jeans off so you can screw me while you suck my tits.”
“I want to put my cock between your tits and tit-fuck you.”
“Yes you can do that too — I am looking forward to it. That’s why we need to stop. I need to keep some milk so that when you Tit-Fuck me I squirt milk over you at the same time.” I am being inventive it is a long time since a man played with my breasts whilst I was lactating.
“Oh yes!” Wayne responded relinquishing my tit. Hen he stood up the bulge in his jeans seemed to be enormous. Excited I fumbled as I undid his belt — then I had his jeans undone at his ankles, Wayne stepped out of the denim. I pulled down his C-K boxers.
His cock met my expectations, about seven and a half inches long and a girth that prevented my thumb and forefinger touching. What was truly amazing was the hardness — his cock was like steel. Maybe I should not be amazed, maybe all young men’s cocks are as hard as Wayne’s. But I have not been with a young man for over thirty years, since I was a teenager — I have never had a younger lover before. I gazed at his cock in awe, worshipped it with my eyes and caressed it as I grew acquainted with it. “Oh your cock is absolute perfection. It feels so hard. … Your balls feel so heavy.” I said cupping them as I weighed them.