Blog 4:
I’m sorry but it has been a while since I’ve found time to update my blog and the main news is that Stephen has become quite a regular visitor to ma maison. In fact it has been so pleasant having a boy about the house that I find it hard to imagine how I ever got by without one. The main difference that I notice is that he is so energetic and downright perky.
Now someone; probably a mother; once told me that boys are like dogs, all they really need is plenty of exercise and certainly that is the case with Stephen … he most definitely can be a handful, or a mouthful and more often than not, a pussy full. Admittedly, his technique leaves a little to be desired and he shows a total lack of either control or stamina … in fact he does seem to have a small premature ejaculation problem that I am trying my best to coax him through and I am nothing if not a patient tutoress … but despite all his failings he is full of beans and eager to please.
The other day, for example, we’d met in town for a morning coffee followed by a relatively brief wander around the shops so that I could point out to him all the various lovely things that my heart might desire when his monthly salary happened to arrive in his bank account. With our window shopping complete …
Okay, I’ll be honest; I was so very well behaved that Stephen did buy me this divine off-white, lightweight cotton, shirt-come-minidress that was a real bargain. It is just about sheer enough to make out the delightful V between my legs, the nice curve of my hips and waist, and my dark pink areolas sitting stiffly atop my breasts. And anyway, he benefited because I put it on straight away and it looked so much nicer than the tatty old thing that I had been wearing, which meant that he not only had a happier companion on his arm but one that was also a lot more fetching to his or anybody else’s eye.
So, shopping complete, I invited him back to mine for a spot of lunch and we jumped on a bus.
The bus was mostly empty so we headed to the upper deck and plopped down on the front seat directly above the driver and beneath the concave viewing mirror that all buses seem to come equipped with nowadays. It had been a lovely morning; I was feeling very happy with both the world in general and Stephen in particular so I snuggled my freshly coutured body up against his, rested my head on his shoulder and reached across to stroke my hand along his thigh.
Or that is what I meant to do.
Now, I think we can all accept that mistakes happen and it might have been down to the excitement of the new dress but it seems that my spatial awareness was a little bit off … I am a girl after all and spatial awareness is such a boy thing … so instead of stroking Stephen’s thigh as I’d intended I found my fingers gently sliding their way up what I now knew from experience to be his proud, stiff, little boy cock.
I was shocked. As far as I was concerned I had done nothing to elicit such a response but that was the situation and I’d been brought up to believe that when you make a mistake you should deal with the consequences of your actions. And it seemed to me that the consequences of my actions were straining at Stephen’s trouser fabric beneath my fluttering fingers.
Now most days I would happily have withdrawn my fingers, apologised for my inadvertent error and enjoyed the journey safe in the knowledge that I was going to snack on Stephen’s lunchbox as soon as I’d dragged him through my front door, but today I seemed to be stuffed to the brimful with mischievous devils whispering inappropriate advice into my far too receptive and naughty mind. So instead of withdrawing the offending hand, I looked into the mirror to find Stephen’s eyes shut and his tense features reflected back at me alongside my own wickedly, leering face as I let my fingers meander their way up and down his bulging groin.
He was quivering, poor thing, so I gently stroked my fingers up and down his length in an attempt to sooth him but it only seemed to make the trembling worse, so I let my hand fall between his legs to squeeze and massage his lovely balls but that only resulted in him letting out a soft groan. I petted his neck and whispered gentle loving words into his skin in the hope that would assuage his fever but when my fingers returned from their delicate inspection of his cum full love sacs I found his cock spasming quite alarmingly and the only thing I could think to do was to let my fingers squeeze their way up the length of his shaft before grasping his bulbous head firmly in my tightly closed fist.
My tongue found his ear and my teeth nibbled on his lobe before my lips sucked it into my wet welcoming mouth and despite my best efforts I could feel his cock steadily expanding against my unyielding grip as his sticky man cum fled his overheated balls and coursed up the length of his shaft.
I whispered in his ear. I encouraged him to show restraint:
“Oh Stephen, I do hope you aren’t going to be a naughty little boy. I do hope you’re not going to make a mess in your pants.”
It seems that my words fell on deaf ears and that the rapid movement of my fingers up and down his pulsing shaft as I attempted to push his surging cum back into the safe haven of his balls were of no avail; for as they slid with increasing frenzy up and down his length I felt him start to shake uncontrollably beneath my touch before suddenly stiffening. I yanked hard down his entire length in one final, futile attempt to preserve his dignity but as my fingers squeezed about his hard, throbbing muscle I felt his thick, hot juices spurting again and again from his swollen head to coat his boxers in sticky, thick cum.