The Younger Man and I had some trouble trying to hook up. Between his busy modeling schedule that caused him to travel, and my own we couldn’t make time work in our favor. We kept in contact on the phone and by chat/email. A month or so went by. My on again off again fuck buddy boyfriend was flaring up. It was good bad, on and off again with the usual drama that I was used to. I made the mistake of bring that topic up to the younger man. He got nervous, in essence he was concerned about causing disruption to a relationship or being the 3rd spoke in the triangle. We agreed to be friends and nothing more. The trouble was I didn’t have much in common with him, I pretty much only wanted him for sex.
Eventually as per usual the boyfriend thing pissed me off and I removed myself again from that relationship. I did tell the younger man but he was still distant. We discovered a weekend that we were both finally available and made plans for his visit. But alas, during my boyfriend troubles I felt like I needed to teach him a lesson and fuck the younger man. So at the last minute I asked the younger man to meet me at my beach condo for a friendly weekend only. He accepted with a little reluctance, maybe shyness, but made it clear it was a friend only weekend. O f course it was, I told him. But really I had other plans.
I got to the condo first while he was flying in. I had some time to clean, get things organized, and dress like a slut before I went to pick him up. It was hot, it was the middle of July, I put on the skimpiest shorts and tiny little tank top. I applied lotion my legs to make them shine. I fixed my face, I gave my hair a slightly tousled look. I put on my flip flops and went to get him.
Sometimes I think I should call the younger man “the boy” instead. He had an air of innocence, he seemed slightly sheltered, and he came from the perfect family. His family did not swear, they were what I call the goody goody type. His reaction to my barely clothed body was almost embarrassment. It wasn’t that he didn’t look and stare, it was every other guy at the airport looking and staring that made him feel awkward. I made the excuse that I drove down in this outfit; it was hot, and just comfortable. I made special efforts not to notice any other man looking.
We got back to the condo, he got a beer and sat down with a sigh on the couch. I had one too. He was clearly relaxing so I got him another beer like a good hostess. I sat closer to him on the couch. We chatted. Eventually I wiggled in for a quick and nice kiss. He did it, but then pulled back. He was worried about the boyfriend so I said he was an ex and didn’t matter to me. He asked about our friendship agreement.
I sat my beer down. I gazed at him with a sexy look and turned toward him. With one gentle swing I lifted myself, and climbed on his lap to face him. He put his hands on my waist as if to stop me. I said I didn’t care about some other guy, I was with him and I was so very attracted to him. I said I was really afraid to say it sooner, but the beer brought the truth out of me (lol). I kissed him again, now deeper. It wasn’t but a few seconds before he was kissing me back and his hands loosened on my waist. I kissed his neck, he returned it. We let our eyes meet, it was a sexy make out session. At one point he suggested again that maybe this was not a good idea due to my “ex”.
I was getting pissed off. What is it with this kid? 20 years old and not wanting to get laid? Isn’t he supposed to have one thing on his mind? It was time to make a drastic move.
I repeated my speech about who I was there with, and I started to wiggle my hips grinding my crotch into his. I could feel the hard on was there, and pushed myself harder into like a lap dancing slut. He groaned a little but asked me what I was doing. I told him it was what I wanted to do. The grinding got more intense and he put his head back closing his eyes in enjoyment for a few minutes. Then he abruptly grabbed my waist again with a gasp.
“You better stop it. You are getting something started and you could regret it later.” He said.
I giggled, I kissed him, and wiggled and squirmed on his bulge some more. The intensity reached it peak when he gasped again, this time cumming in his pants. I fucking loved it but he seemed embarrassed. The great thing about a 20 yr old is his libido, for me it was hot. But he got up and went downstairs to clean himself up. I have to say I wasn’t sure why he was so damn shy about all this. He came back fully clothed after about 15 minutes. By this point I had moved to the floor to mess with the radio. He crawled over to sit next to me.
“Hope you’re happy with yourself for making me do that”, he said.
“Absolutely”, I replied!
I guess that was all he wanted to know. He suddenly changed from sweetie boy to horny devil. He said, “now it’s my turn”, and pushed me slowly down on the floor to yank my shorts off. He pushed his face up to my panties and sniffed very deeply trying to get a good whiff.
His fingers felt good as he tried to peel my panties down, I helped to get them off. And then he started gentle kissing my fat pussy lips. His tongue danced lightly along my slit and he spread me open very wide. He gave me one big long wet lick and then tapped his tongue all over my clit.
Surprise surprise – he knew what he was doing after all. His tongue made me tingle; he ate me like he was starved. I think he ate my pussy practically raw. I came, and hard – but he wouldn’t stop licking me and I kept trying to get away. I’d move, and he’d move back deep into me. We moved together clear across the floor. I was practically begging him to stop, my clit was so sensitive and my legs were quivering. My whole body was shaking from that thunderous orgasm. Eventually he stopped, wiped the cream from his face, and smiled. I relaxed my body and just needed to recover… but finally the 20 year old libido was present, he started yanking off his clothes. I asked him to give me a minute to recover, but he said, “I don’t think so”. He slide his cock into me instantly, I didn’t get to see it but it felt rather large and filled me up. He started thrusting in me, and I was almost too exhausted to pump back. In and out, in and out. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up onto his shoulders so he could go deeper. We made eye contact the whole time. He started pumping me faster, wet sticky sounds filled the room. His pace was building, and he told me he wanted to cum in me. As soon as he said it, he did it. He exploded, leg go of my legs, and collapsed on me. He was breathing hard and let his cock slide out of me so I could feel his sticky honey drip out. He just lay there on top of me heaving and sweating with his face buried in my neck. Every now and then he’d chuckle practically like he was pleased. Soon he lifted his head and kissed me sweetly on the lips.
Slowly he raised his body up, and there appeared his cock… still rock hard. By the time I saw it, he was already pushing it back into me without warning. Round 2 had begun. This time he last longer, and I was ready for it again. My pussy was slick from his cum but we fucked good and steady for 30 minutes straight. Just pump, pump, pump, over and over. I’d catch myself forgetting where we were, and just lose myself in it all.
I could feel his shaft with each thrust rubbing against my clit which felt huge and swollen. I had a few very small orgasm sensations and suddenly it came over me like a wave of pleasure. I started to cum. I dug my fingernails in his back, and froze. He kept pumping and when my pussy started to throb on his cock… he stayed still to feel it. Then two more thrusts and he said he was about to cum again. He pulled back and shot his load all over my pussy. I knew my pussy was puffed up and extra fat because I could feel his hot juice just dribbling all in it. He was jacking his dick to get every drop out and smearing his own cum all over it. It looked good and wet, all coated in jizz. Then he turned himself around so it hung (still hard by the way) over my face. He started licking his cum off my pussy. I let him find his way to my mouth and wrapped my lips around his dick to suck him off.
His biggest loads of cum were shot already, so by the time he came in my mouth there wasn’t a whole lot left, but I sucked out as much as I could. My whole face was sticky from residue, and so was his.
This damn kid never lost his erection. He fucked me AGAIN doggie style, and rammed me so hard a few times it hurt. He just kept cumming, and was ready to go within seconds again. I think we fucked about 11 times and it took all night long since each time he lasted longer. We had to stop a few times for water or so I could pe,e and then he’d be right back to fucking me. I think we really only stopped because we got sore, not because we wanted to.
We had to sleep the entire day and when we got up we were back to it again after food and showers. This was literally the only beach trip I took where I never once made it to the actual beach. I saw the view, but never touched the sand.
At the end of the weekend and going back home alone I laughed privately about the whole thing. I thought he was shy, I thought he was innocent, I thought I was going to corrupt him… but he showed me up. Maybe I created a sex monster (oh I hoped so) I figured there was more left in him, and of course a guy with this much sex drive should not be wasted. I’d have to fuck him again very soon.