A Pi's Boy Toy
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Erotica › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
27,473
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Key
CODES FOR CHAPTER: m/F, minor, hj, femDom
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Chapter 2: The Key
The boy woke with a slight throbbing behind his temples, temporarily disoriented. He was lying on a leather couch in what looked like some kind of common room, lined with bookshelves.
"Ah, you're awake."
His head snapped around to the auburn woman sitting in a leather wing-back chair. She set aside her novel.
"Wh-who are you? Where am I? I-I'm supposed to be--"
"At the Double D Youth Ranch?"
"Yes," he said staring hard at her as she stood and crossed the room to him.
Her manicured hands reached up and caressed her generous breasts, lovingly encased in a fuzzy sweater with a plunging V neck exposing the crease between those magnificent jugs. "You -are- at the Double D," she said, a low, throaty laugh for the sister's 'double entendre'. Her red lips smiling warmly.
His mouth fell open. He blanched and then turned bright red, but he couldn't tear his eyes off her chest until she sat down next to him. The cushions sinking slightly with her weight, rolling him just a little toward her. When he tried to scoot away, she put her hand on his thigh and he stiffened and gulped.
"True, we're not exactly a ranch," she admitted, "but I think you'll like our activities so much better." Her hand drifted up his young thigh and the boy almost jumped out of his skin. He tried to protest but choked on his words.
An incomprehensible sound burst from his mouth as her hand found his crotch and began to search him out. A wide, delightful smile parted her red lips. She leaned into him and all but purred, "Oh my, grandma, what a great - big - dick - you have."
His breath was all but ripped from his lungs as he squirmed but was held pinned as she squeezed him. He throbbed painfully in the confines of his jeans. His hands reached out and clutched the leather cushions.
She leaned closer still, her breasts rubbing softly against his chest, her lips so near the side of his face. "All the better to fuck with, I'll bet," she whispered, her breath, heated puffs against his ear.
His own breathing came in great gasps for air. If she kept rubbing her big tits against him, he'd cum in his pants. But then suddenly that wasn't the worry. Before he knew what was happening, she had unzipped his jeans and freed him from his shorts. "No! Don't----- Oh GOD--!"
His erection had only just sprung free and her elegant fingers curled around him, his entire body seized, clenching painfully and he was shooting his wad. Yet she did not release him. Instead she pumped him harder until he cried out, jetting a second load. Shuddering he went limp.
Only then did she withdraw and let him recover. She sat in the corner of the couch watching him with a cat's grin. Edith had been right, he was hung like a horse. "Yes," she purred, "yes, you'll do nicely. You could work on your stamina though. We can help you with that." Her voice full of promise and satisfaction.
The boy gulped down air as his body still trembled from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed all sense and reason. He couldn't believe what just happened! This couldn't be happening! It was too crazy. When some strength finally returned, he scrambled to the other side of the couch, hastily stuffing himself back into his pants.
When she made no move to stop him, he was off the couch and like a shot he was at the door, yanking on the knob but it wouldn't give. He tried again, twisting and pulling, uselessly. It was locked. "Let me out! Where's the key?" he cried.
Lazily, the woman reached up to the gold necklace that disappeared into the deep valley between her breasts. Slowly, she pulled on the chain until a slim length of metal emerged from its warm nest. "Right here," she said.
He gulped.
"You want it?"
"Yes!" he said before he realized that maybe that wasn't what she was referring to. "The key! Give me the key.... please."
"You can have it," she said much too agreeably. "Come and get it," she invited with a gleam in her eyes. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue along the edge of her teeth.
He shifted on his feet a bit before taking a step forward. He froze when her hand came up. As her eyes danced with merriment, she unhooked the key from the necklace, held it tantalizingly before him and then slid it down the front of her pants. "Take it and it's yours," she dared him.
The boy stared at her, appalled. "Y-you think I won't?"
"Oh, I'm hoping you will," she laughed. She came off the couch and around to the side and leaned her rump lightly against the sofa's arm. Teasing, she unbuttoned the waist band and unzipped the fly. Grinning slyly at him, she placed both hands behind her back. The move had the effect of arching her back, thrusting her breasts forward. "I won't stop you."
It took several moment before he shuffled toward her, eyeing her warily. This had to be a trick but what else could he do? Screwing up his courage, he reached out a hand, insinuating his fingertips into the waistband of her panties, blushing furiously at her gloating grin.
Pushing further, little hairs tickled his fingers, just as he felt the edge of the warm metal, her hand whipped out and clamped viselike around his wrist. "Hey!" he yelped, but she wasn't pulling his hand away like he thought, she was pushing his hand further down between her legs and his fingers slid into the pulsingly hot wet folds of her pussy.
"Hey!" he protested, his voice rising up to an almost soprano high note. "You said---- ahh--" He choked as opened her legs, pressing him closer and suddenly his fingers were swallowed up into her tight wet entrance. "You said you wouldn't stop me!" he cried out almost hysterically.
Pushing his hand deeper as she thrust her hips forward, dropping her head back. "Ahhh," she sighed happily. "Stop you? Whose stopping you? I have no intention of stopping you."
She had tricked him, that wasn't what he meant at all but he couldn't begin to formulate a response while his fingers, caught between her hand and hips, was sliding in and out of her pussy, the tight, supersensitive flesh gripping around him.
Shocked beyond belief and starting to feel tight in his pants again he tried to pull away, but the woman snatched up his other hand and yanked him forward. The palm of his hand was sprawled against her massive breast and she was rubbing him over her nipple until it poked insistently through her sweater.
Meanwhile the key that had been the original object of this quest had, like the hand, been pushed down and it was trapped between her pussy lips and as she kept his hand stroking, it was now coated in her juices and bumping her swollen clit. She gasped, "Ahhh, yes! ... yesss, that's it! YEAH!"
The rough hard metal was sending lightning bolts of ecstasy up her spine and shudders down her thighs. She shook her head back and forth. Unable to stand it, she shoved two of her own fingers to join his two, stretching herself in exquisite torment. Her hips sped up the pace now, jamming the fingers in again and again, needing the mindless oblivion. At the furious stroking, the key slipped and when the jagged edge scrapped her clit, she screamed out in pleasure/pain, climaxing around their combined fingers, squashing his hand to her breast, flattening it as much as was possible. She clenched hard and shuddered repeatedly.
Panting, she smiled tiredly, "Oh God, that was good!" Slowly as she calmed and at last she withdrew his hand and key. Lifting the glistening fingers up, her nostrils flared taking in the scent of her arousal. Smiling, her tongue snaked out, licking at his fingers. The boy gave an inarticulate sound and she further shocked him as she dipped her head and took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked him cleaned of her own juice.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Yes, you are going to be a great fuck," she enthused her approval when she released him. Her eyes switched to the slick key and her lips closed around it. She held it teasingly in her teeth a moment before it disappeared inside. She sucked it clean while he stared, his cheeks burning!
With the key lying on her pink tongue, she enounced carefully. "I think I will hold on to this for a while longer." She stuck out her tongue with the key for him to look at longingly before pulling both back behind a wicked grin.
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Next: Scrubbing Bubbles
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Chapter 2: The Key
The boy woke with a slight throbbing behind his temples, temporarily disoriented. He was lying on a leather couch in what looked like some kind of common room, lined with bookshelves.
"Ah, you're awake."
His head snapped around to the auburn woman sitting in a leather wing-back chair. She set aside her novel.
"Wh-who are you? Where am I? I-I'm supposed to be--"
"At the Double D Youth Ranch?"
"Yes," he said staring hard at her as she stood and crossed the room to him.
Her manicured hands reached up and caressed her generous breasts, lovingly encased in a fuzzy sweater with a plunging V neck exposing the crease between those magnificent jugs. "You -are- at the Double D," she said, a low, throaty laugh for the sister's 'double entendre'. Her red lips smiling warmly.
His mouth fell open. He blanched and then turned bright red, but he couldn't tear his eyes off her chest until she sat down next to him. The cushions sinking slightly with her weight, rolling him just a little toward her. When he tried to scoot away, she put her hand on his thigh and he stiffened and gulped.
"True, we're not exactly a ranch," she admitted, "but I think you'll like our activities so much better." Her hand drifted up his young thigh and the boy almost jumped out of his skin. He tried to protest but choked on his words.
An incomprehensible sound burst from his mouth as her hand found his crotch and began to search him out. A wide, delightful smile parted her red lips. She leaned into him and all but purred, "Oh my, grandma, what a great - big - dick - you have."
His breath was all but ripped from his lungs as he squirmed but was held pinned as she squeezed him. He throbbed painfully in the confines of his jeans. His hands reached out and clutched the leather cushions.
She leaned closer still, her breasts rubbing softly against his chest, her lips so near the side of his face. "All the better to fuck with, I'll bet," she whispered, her breath, heated puffs against his ear.
His own breathing came in great gasps for air. If she kept rubbing her big tits against him, he'd cum in his pants. But then suddenly that wasn't the worry. Before he knew what was happening, she had unzipped his jeans and freed him from his shorts. "No! Don't----- Oh GOD--!"
His erection had only just sprung free and her elegant fingers curled around him, his entire body seized, clenching painfully and he was shooting his wad. Yet she did not release him. Instead she pumped him harder until he cried out, jetting a second load. Shuddering he went limp.
Only then did she withdraw and let him recover. She sat in the corner of the couch watching him with a cat's grin. Edith had been right, he was hung like a horse. "Yes," she purred, "yes, you'll do nicely. You could work on your stamina though. We can help you with that." Her voice full of promise and satisfaction.
The boy gulped down air as his body still trembled from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed all sense and reason. He couldn't believe what just happened! This couldn't be happening! It was too crazy. When some strength finally returned, he scrambled to the other side of the couch, hastily stuffing himself back into his pants.
When she made no move to stop him, he was off the couch and like a shot he was at the door, yanking on the knob but it wouldn't give. He tried again, twisting and pulling, uselessly. It was locked. "Let me out! Where's the key?" he cried.
Lazily, the woman reached up to the gold necklace that disappeared into the deep valley between her breasts. Slowly, she pulled on the chain until a slim length of metal emerged from its warm nest. "Right here," she said.
He gulped.
"You want it?"
"Yes!" he said before he realized that maybe that wasn't what she was referring to. "The key! Give me the key.... please."
"You can have it," she said much too agreeably. "Come and get it," she invited with a gleam in her eyes. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue along the edge of her teeth.
He shifted on his feet a bit before taking a step forward. He froze when her hand came up. As her eyes danced with merriment, she unhooked the key from the necklace, held it tantalizingly before him and then slid it down the front of her pants. "Take it and it's yours," she dared him.
The boy stared at her, appalled. "Y-you think I won't?"
"Oh, I'm hoping you will," she laughed. She came off the couch and around to the side and leaned her rump lightly against the sofa's arm. Teasing, she unbuttoned the waist band and unzipped the fly. Grinning slyly at him, she placed both hands behind her back. The move had the effect of arching her back, thrusting her breasts forward. "I won't stop you."
It took several moment before he shuffled toward her, eyeing her warily. This had to be a trick but what else could he do? Screwing up his courage, he reached out a hand, insinuating his fingertips into the waistband of her panties, blushing furiously at her gloating grin.
Pushing further, little hairs tickled his fingers, just as he felt the edge of the warm metal, her hand whipped out and clamped viselike around his wrist. "Hey!" he yelped, but she wasn't pulling his hand away like he thought, she was pushing his hand further down between her legs and his fingers slid into the pulsingly hot wet folds of her pussy.
"Hey!" he protested, his voice rising up to an almost soprano high note. "You said---- ahh--" He choked as opened her legs, pressing him closer and suddenly his fingers were swallowed up into her tight wet entrance. "You said you wouldn't stop me!" he cried out almost hysterically.
Pushing his hand deeper as she thrust her hips forward, dropping her head back. "Ahhh," she sighed happily. "Stop you? Whose stopping you? I have no intention of stopping you."
She had tricked him, that wasn't what he meant at all but he couldn't begin to formulate a response while his fingers, caught between her hand and hips, was sliding in and out of her pussy, the tight, supersensitive flesh gripping around him.
Shocked beyond belief and starting to feel tight in his pants again he tried to pull away, but the woman snatched up his other hand and yanked him forward. The palm of his hand was sprawled against her massive breast and she was rubbing him over her nipple until it poked insistently through her sweater.
Meanwhile the key that had been the original object of this quest had, like the hand, been pushed down and it was trapped between her pussy lips and as she kept his hand stroking, it was now coated in her juices and bumping her swollen clit. She gasped, "Ahhh, yes! ... yesss, that's it! YEAH!"
The rough hard metal was sending lightning bolts of ecstasy up her spine and shudders down her thighs. She shook her head back and forth. Unable to stand it, she shoved two of her own fingers to join his two, stretching herself in exquisite torment. Her hips sped up the pace now, jamming the fingers in again and again, needing the mindless oblivion. At the furious stroking, the key slipped and when the jagged edge scrapped her clit, she screamed out in pleasure/pain, climaxing around their combined fingers, squashing his hand to her breast, flattening it as much as was possible. She clenched hard and shuddered repeatedly.
Panting, she smiled tiredly, "Oh God, that was good!" Slowly as she calmed and at last she withdrew his hand and key. Lifting the glistening fingers up, her nostrils flared taking in the scent of her arousal. Smiling, her tongue snaked out, licking at his fingers. The boy gave an inarticulate sound and she further shocked him as she dipped her head and took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked him cleaned of her own juice.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Yes, you are going to be a great fuck," she enthused her approval when she released him. Her eyes switched to the slick key and her lips closed around it. She held it teasingly in her teeth a moment before it disappeared inside. She sucked it clean while he stared, his cheeks burning!
With the key lying on her pink tongue, she enounced carefully. "I think I will hold on to this for a while longer." She stuck out her tongue with the key for him to look at longingly before pulling both back behind a wicked grin.
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Next: Scrubbing Bubbles