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FIRST DRAFT | EROTICA | AGE GAP | BOY TOY | FEMALE 1ST PERSON POV

Woke Up With A Boy Toy And I Have Him Again

I was travelling for work and we must have met last night

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over the age of 18, provided consent, and are not related to each other.

As the grey morning crept between the window blinds, I woke to find my arm draped over a scrawny body. The smell from the club last night still clung to his coal black hair. I was all the way on his side of the bed because we’d made a large wet spot on mine. My tits pressed against him and one leg was thrown across his. His chest rose and fell in sleep like a steady, innocent billows.

How old is this kid? I wondered. Old enough to get into that club, I guess.

After I brought him home, he’d fucked me with the enthusiasm of youth. And what he lacked in size, he made up for in stamina. His slender long cock had pierced me like a needle so many times that I had no choice but to cum like a harlot. Now I lay with my cooch glued shut with his sperm and I was horny again.

I let my hand slip down his smooth chest and across his abdomen. It’s not like he was muscular and in great shape. Instead, he was so skinny there was not an ounce of fat on him, making him firm and tight.

My fingertips moved a little lower to his smooth pelvis. There was no shaving stubble, so he must have his pubic hair waxed or lazed away. I wondered at that for a moment, wondering what kind of guy is either so fastidious or vain as to to remove all his hair?

I found his cock and took it’s warm length in my hand. I rubbed the tip with my thumb, paying particular attention to his split end. The residue of our love-making last night clung to his head. I stroked the rib of his crown with my finger like a genie who wanted to make her own wishes come true. With each heartbeat, his young cock swelled a little more in my fist.

A long, deeper breath in told me he was awake. I shifted a little to allow him to roll onto his back. He was coated in my scent from having his cock inside me. And raising my hand to my mouth, the smell of sex filled my nose. I spat as large an amount of saliva as I could into my hand and thrust it back under the sheet. I wrapped my more experienced hand around his shaft.

The spit, mixed with our love fluids, combined to make a slippery coating across his young, uncircumcised prick. We had until eternity ended. So I took my time jacking his long, slender shaft in my hand. His chest rose in fell in quicker but shorter breaths as I worked him from tip to base.

Not wanting him to finish too soon, I gripped his glans and held my hand still, forcing him to wait. Like a teasing nymphette, I eased it down to the base and pressed into his hairless pelvis. Again, I held there and watched his purple pinnacle throb.

I released his pole and did it again. I grabbed this glans in my fist, and waited. With every heartbeat, his manhood pulsed in my hand. I eased down his shaft as slow as an hour-hand and then held on at his foundation. A bead of shiny pre-cum percolated to the surface, catching the first rays of sunshine.

My boy-wonder spread his legs wide, pushing the soles of his feet together. I fist fucked him a third time as slow as I could manage. He pressed his pelvis upwards trying to force my game, and I could tell he was ready to explode.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Please what?”

“Let me cum,” he said with a breathy voice.

“Are you sure?”

“God yes. Please.”

I let go and spit into my hand again. His inflamed cock slapped across his bare skin like a pound of meat. I still went slow, but I milked him from top to bottom as his his hips arched into my hand.

He flung his first pearly jet like a volcano hurling a molten oblong of magma. It landed on his undulating abdomen and lay there like a mountain lake waiting to sustain life.

The second and third eruptions bubbled to the surface and effused down the side of his trembling cone. I held his dick tight until the tectonic rumbles subsided inside his belly. Semen flowed down my fingers and covered my hand in gooey goodness.

I wanted to command this young man and bend him to my will. I wanted to debase him without saying so, and make him worship my mature womanhood. I rolled over onto my back and put my arms above my head in faux submission.

“My turn,” I said.

The side of his head rest in my armpit as he turned towards me. When he touched my breast, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. My mouth fell open and I inhaled a full breath that penetrated down to my toes. My nipples stiffened and my pussy tingled.

His hand drifted down my belly and into my forest of pubic hair. My wetness moistened his late-night deposit and made my pussy ache. His fingers found my lips and split my fleshy folds. Like an amateur furrier, he found the moist beaver inside. His fingers dipped into my hole and he started finger-fucking my box.

I pushed the side of his head towards my waiting bush and spread my legs. “I want you to eat me baby.”

Without hesitating for even a second, my toy of a boy knelt between my legs. He kissed all around my furry pelt and along my slit. He was a better pussy eater than fucker and I cried out in spite of myself when he dragged his tongue along my gash.

I don’t know whether he was drawing the alphabet or just all over the place, but that kid slathered every square inch of my quim. He dipped inside my baby basket and his slick face glided over parts of me I had forgotten existed. He must have had a mouthful of his own cum, but he didn’t seem to care.

I thought I’d need to show him around, but he already knew the lay of the land down there. He worked his way up to my clit and his tongue switched from the alphabet to sanscrit. He wrote entire essays on my button and each letter had a flourish at the end.

In case that wasn’t enough, boy-wonder stuck his fingers back inside me and snaked out my plumbing. I’d wanted to command him, but found myself making little cries of submission as he feasted on my nub.

My pussy is ample and well-used, but I started tightening and milking his finger as if it were a cock. An orgasm rumbled in my tummy and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had my own eruption. My hips took on a life of their own, and rode his face like a cowgirl.

His breath labored though his nose as he twiddled my twat. And like a ride at the circus, I reached the apex of my restraint. I stretched my hands as far as they’d reach above my head and came with a shriek of rapture. My entire body gave into seizures as my lover thrashed my clit without slowing.

When I could take no more, I closed my legs a little and forced forced him to stop. He looked at me like a puppy who was eager to please with wetness all over the lower half of his mouth.

I ran my fingers through his hair and combed it back into some semblance of order.

He smiled and said, “Was that okay?”

“Oh my god, baby. You were incredible. Where did you learn to do that?”

He shrugged. “Different places.”

“Well, you were wonderful.” I closed my eyes and took a deep sigh. When I opened them again, I said, “What was your name again?”

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