Eventually, they found themselves lying side by side. Jennifer curled up beside Wesley, and he folded an arm around her. She looked down his prone, resting body and saw his man-hose, flaccid but still large, resting against his thigh, dribbling seed onto the muscle and hair of his leg. She put a hand on his hairy pecs and began to ruffle his chest hair and caress his muscles.
“Wow,” he said. “That was fantastic. I've been laid a lot, but never like that. I think that was one for your sketchbooks.” He looked over at her, sexily. “What do you think? How'd you like to draw that--me all over you, on top of you, humping and banging away? That'd be pretty hot, wouldn't it?”
She answered him with a kiss, which he returned. Then all was silence again. She simply looked at him, fixing him with the gaze of her sapphire-like eyes. Not able to read her expression, he asked, “What? Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” she replied. “I just…I just can't stop looking at you. I can't get over you, the way you look, the way you talk. How sweet you are. You are such a sweet, beautiful boy.” She paused, touching his face. “Does it bother you that I call you that? I know you're all grown up. You're twenty-five, for goodness sake. But…”
He shook his head and said reassuringly, “No. You can call me that if you want. I'll be your boy. And your man.”
Wesley took her mouth in another, deeper kiss.
After the kiss, he kept his face near hers and asked, “Is this the first time you’ve had a younger guy get you in bed?”
Jennifer answered, “I haven't been to bed with a boy your age since I was...a girl your age. That was Ken, and I married him.”
He put a hand down between her thighs and stroked her petals, sticky from his sex, with one finger. “And look what he gave up.”
He kissed her again, as deeply as the last.
Parting this kiss, Wesley said, “This is the first time I've done something like this, too. I mean, not this exactly. I've screwed a lot; I love it more than anything. But this is the first time I ever did it to an older woman. And the first time I ever screwed a client.”
Jennifer put a hand on his chest. “Not even from the gym? There was never a pretty girl at the gym that you went to bed with?”
He rolled his eyes, remembering. “Oh, yeah. I was talking about modeling clients. Yeah, there’ve been some girls at the gym that were into me. And yeah, I went there with them.” He stopped, searching her expression for any sign of offense. “Are you sure you don’t mind hearing about that?”
“We both have a past,” she said. “It’d be foolish to pretend we didn’t.”
“Yeah, but…a woman doesn’t usually like to hear about those things, does she?”
She considered, then replied, “I shouldn’t have brought it up. You have a past, I have a past. We should just leave it at that.”
“Yeah. We should.”
Keeping her hand on his chest, from which she could not bear to remove it because of how wonderful it felt, Jennifer said, “I know I must not be what you're used to. You do have a past, and you had a lover once, and…”
“And what?”
She considered again, measuring and choosing her words. “Wesley, I'm at the age when you start...checking yourself out a lot. Examining yourself, judging yourself. And you start seeing where things may not be as firm as they used to be, or as smooth as they used to be, and maybe not always...well...standing up the way they once did. I wanted this to happen, but I wondered...worried a little, I guess...about how it would be if we ever got this far. If you'd like what you saw, and what you touched, and... I just wondered how it would be for you, going from girls your own age to...well...me. And if you'd think it was a mistake.”
Wesley, she thought, seemed genuinely startled to hear her say that.
“A mistake? A mistake? Really? Jennifer, when I said I've never had it like this, I meant this was good like I've never had it. I mean, I'm not what you're used to either, right? Your husband did you for the first time when he was my age, and you had a whole marriage with him. You had a life. And you were with one guy, knowing one guy's body and one guy's parts I'm kind of half surprised you'd want to go back to getting it from a kid like me.”
Sifting his chest hair with her fingers, Jennifer said, “So sweet. Just so sweet. You're more than just a kid, Wesley. You're all the boy and all the man I could ever want. You're more than I ever thought I'd have again.”
And to Jennifer’s pure wonderment, in a moment that all but melted her heart, Wesley’s face lit up with total adoration. He looked as if he would break out laughing and crying at the same time. He pulled her close and kissed her the way he sexed her--long, hard, and deep. She felt his kiss right down to the curling of her toes.
He moved her onto her back, showering her with kisses on her lips, her cheek, her neck, and her shoulders. “Can I spend the night?” he asked. “I don't want to stop, Jennifer. I want to be inside you again and again. I want to do it all night long, be on top of you and in and out of you and come inside you all night. Please? Can I be your boy all night?”
With a rush of excitement, Jennifer caressed his head and shoulders. “Yes,” she said. “Oh God, yes. I want you inside me all night.”
He moved down lower on her, kissing her breasts, licking at her nipples, and making her start to grow wet again where he had made her sticky. “And in the morning,” he said between kisses, between licks. “I love doing it first thing in the morning…”
“Yes…please, yes…”
He lifted his sweet man-boy face to gaze with renewed desire into her eyes. “Go down on me this time? Please?” he asked.
To be faced as she was now with the perfect boy and the perfect man all in one package, looking at her with sweet eyes full of sex and need and ardor, asking her with a boy’s tenderness and a man’s passion for one of the most intimate pleasures a man could want, how could she refuse? He touched her on every level, physically and emotionally. She aroused in him not only the need for the pleasure that only he could give her, but also the need to make him happy.
For all that he was a grown young man, Wesley was just such a total boy.
“My sweet Wesley,” she said. “Of course.”
He rolled over on his back and opened his legs, presenting himself to her as she had done to him. Jennifer climbed down his awesome body to his crotch and took his renewed erection into her mouth. It was so long and so thick that she could take most but not all of it, and she suspected that the effort of sucking it would leave her jaws sore. She did not care. She sucked it as deeply as she could and caressed his bulbous roundness with her fingers.
She delighted in the surging pleasure that she felt in the flexing muscles of his thighs, which he wrapped around her while she worked wetly at his hardness with her mouth. He squirmed at her sucking and arched his back as she had done at his oral pleasuring of her. She pulled at his piece with her mouth and swirled her tongue around the shaft and the glans; she used her lips to pull the foreskin up over it, then release it, then pull it up again, before taking his length through her lips and over her tongue once more.
Wesley groaned appreciatively: “Oh yeah…suck it…suck it… Oh yeah, don’t stop. Suck it some more…”
Jennifer turned her attention at length to his jewel sac, filling her mouth with it as she had done his shaft. It was round and full and soft and succulent, and every bit as great a pleasure to suck as his harder part. Wesley flexed and tightened his legs around her, responding to the work she did with her mouth, and let her return at last to swallowing his tool again. “God, you do that so well,” he groaned on again. “Oh yeah, you suck it so well…”
As much as the two of them would have loved this oral pleasuring to go on forever, at some point Wesley propped himself up on his thighs and grunted, “I’m ready again. Let me get back on top of you.”
Jennifer let his erection slip from her mouth. He rose up on his knees and lifted her, then put her on her back with her head at the foot of the bed. He
spread her thighs, wrapped them around his hips, and eased his slippery hard-on back between her folds and deep into her tunnel again. Wesley lay atop her and drilled her with the same hard, driving pounding that he had given her before, shaking the bed and rattling her bones and his. And again he called out while pumping furiously in and out of her, “God, you’re so wet… You’re so tight, so wet… I love sticking it in you so much…!”
She wrapped him with her limbs and received him, with every cell of her body crying out in joy. The beating of his hairy crotch against her yielding bud drove Jennifer over the edge of ecstasy and plunged her into another orgasm as surely as he continued plunging his meat into her. He cried out, “Ooohhh…uuuhhh…UUUHHH…!” at the feeling of her tube rhythmically tightening and contracting around his thrusting shaft.
Sensing her climax, he felt his own moment strike him again. Ramming her hard and thrusting his full length and thickness into her, he filled her again with another deluge of thick, white seed. He ground his crotch against her mound with a circular motion, making her gasp and almost wail with pleasure.
Wesley held himself in her until he was sure he had given her his entire stream and his piece was too soft to keep from slipping out. He stayed lying on top of her for how long they didn’t know and didn’t care, kissing her neck and shoulders while she kept her arms and legs around him. She sifted the dark waves of his hair and whispered in his ear, “You are my boy, Wesley. My sexy, sexy boy…”
When they had the strength to move again, they climbed back up the bed, turned down the spread and the sheets, and climbed under them. Long into the night, Wesley mounted, entered, and penetrated Jennifer. A third time humping her led to a fourth, and on and on he went.
Somewhere in the small, quiet hours before dawn, he filled her with an incredible sixth climax. After so many hours of sex, Wesley began to grow groggy on top of her. She let him stay that way until sleep finally claimed him, and she rolled him off to one side of the bed. But she kept him in her arms, and they lay that way, wrapped in each other and the covers, as Jennifer herself floated into the most satisfied sleep of her life.
CHAPTER SIX
The glow of the first sunlight of the morning on her face warmed Jennifer back awake. When she sensed something even warmer than the sun near her, a flash of memory triggered her eyes to open. And there he was.
He was lying there on his stomach, his powerful arms wrapped around his pillow the way they had wrapped around her last night. A morning stubble shadowed the lower part of his sweetly beautiful young face, accenting the strength of his masculinity and the tenderness and sensitivity of his years. How was it possible that he seemed to grow more beautiful every day?
The sheets were a tangled mess around them, and Jennifer inhaled the smell of Wesley’s seed both on the linens and their skin. Everything they had done all night came rushing back to her, moistening in the place where so much of Wesley’s attention on her had been focused. Her lady parts tingled with the memory of the force and passion with which her man-boy had penetrated her and the number of times he had done it. She had been an artist all her life, but last night was the first time she had ever been taken and ravished by a work of art.
Softly, Jennifer reached over and brushed her knuckles against his stubbled jawline. Wesley’s eyes fluttered open and focused on her. A smile blossomed on his face. In a croaking voice, thick with the last of his sleep, he said, “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said back. “Look at this. I have a sweet, beautiful boy in my bed this morning. What do you think I should do with a sweet, beautiful boy in my bed?”
Smiling erotically, Wesley slid over to her and took her in his arms. She gave her lips to his and welcomed his tongue in her mouth. He slipped his hand between her thighs and played with her moistened entrance. Sliding himself out of the kiss, he nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose. “You felt so good all night. You make me so horny.”
She grazed her fingers down the hard hairiness of his chest and abs, through the thick fur of his bush, and brought them to his morning wood. “I see that,” she said. “You feel wonderful.”
“All that banging last night, everything we did to each other. That was so frickin’ awesome,” said Wesley.
Running the tip of her finger along his shaft and tracing a circle around his glans, she felt a surge in his member, which made her jump a little inside. “It was wonderful, Wesley. Every time.”
“All six times?” he said with a smile and a kiss.
“I’d forgotten how much a young boy could do it,” she smiled back.
“Six times is nothing for me,” said Wesley. “I never get enough. The way you’re feeling me down there right now, it makes me ache for more of you. Go down on me again, please?”
Jennifer did not hesitate. She rolled her young work of art onto his back and peeled the covers away from him, revealing his morning erection which arched proudly up from his crotch. She brought herself down between his legs and slid her mouth down over it.
Wesley uttered long moans of renewed rapture at Jennifer’s sucking of his member and the treasure bag at its base. She took her time orally pleasuring him, even though as she’d predicted, her jaw felt sore from having his thick, long piece in her mouth last night. She didn’t care. She savored every stroke of her lips and every lick of her tongue upon him.
After a luxurious sucking, Wesley put her on her back again and nestled himself between her thighs. He eased himself into her wet, quivering depths and pumped with all the vigor that he’d brought to their sex last night. He took his time on top of her as she did servicing him, changing the rhythm and stroke of his penetration.
Now, he pumped her hard and fast; then, he slid in and out of her slowly and deliberately, making her give long, low moans in response. With every beat, he went deep into her. With the size of his piece, he always went deep and always gave and received maximum pleasure.
Alternating between hard pounding and slow, smooth stroking, with his thickly haired crotch brushing and rustling against her nub, he brought first Jennifer, then himself to a head-spinning climax, and again erupted with a thick and copious outpouring into her womb. As with every time before, he never pulled out until he was completely spent. Then, almost grudgingly, he rolled off her, drew her close to him, and wrapped her in his arms for a long, deep, post-coital kiss.
“Wesley,” Jennifer whispered, “you make me so happy.”
“You make me happy, too,” he said. “I don’t want this to be over, Jennifer.”
“I’m glad,” she said, kissing his neck and his collarbone. “Neither do I.”
Then, with a long exhale, he added, “Except…well, I guess one thing’s gonna have to change.”
Suddenly concerned, she looked up curiously at him. “What?”
“Well, the way we started out... You've been paying me to get naked so you can draw me. Screwing wasn't part of the deal. So, is the business part of our relationship, like, over now?
“I suppose it is,” she admitted. “I don’t think we’ll have the patience any more for you just to sit or stand naked in front of me, after everything we’ve done together.”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from getting on top of you and getting in you now. It’s too good. It’s just too damn good.” Then, after a pause and a kiss: “So I can still keep coming over?”
“Absolutely. As much as we both want. Which I hope is a lot, for you.”
“A whole hell of a lot,” said Wesley. “Damn, the way it's been in this bed since last night, it's gonna have to be a lot. So now, I just come over and get naked, and we jump in bed and get busy. Right?”
A rumble of desire went through Jennifer like thunder before a storm. “Oh, right. Yes, right…”
And they melted again into another long, lingering, smoldering kiss.
“Yeah,” said Wesley. “You paid me for posing, but banging is on the house.” He kissed her again. “Or in bed and in the shower.” He kiss
ed her nose. “And on the couch and on the floor.” He kissed her nose again, and she chuckled at his pure, wonderful lasciviousness. “And in the chairs and on the dining room table.” He kissed her cheek, and she laughed a little more loudly.
“And on the living room table.” He kissed her neck and she held him tightly, laughing more. “And up against the kitchen counter and up against the fridge.” He kissed her shoulder and she half-cackled. He was all the sex in the world, and he made her ecstatic with his talk of everything he wanted to do to her.
“Oh, you’re amazing,” Jennifer said breathlessly as he moved his face back to meet her eyes again. “You’re so incredible.”
“What’s incredible is how you make me feel. I’m for real, Jennifer. This is for real. I get hard all the time, and I never get enough sex. I can go for hours. I can do it all night, just like last night. I get so horny, I just need to keep getting off. Think you can really handle that?”
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