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July 24, 1982, was the worst day of my life; the day my husband John died. I grieved terribly for weeks. One morning I was in the back yard crying, and the young neighbour boy, Brian came over to see if I was okay, I looked at him, and he seemed so sweet and innocent.“I am fine, just a bit sad,“ I said quietly.”I saw the ambulance and police. I am very sorry about your husband,” he said warmly.“Thank you,” I said, as my voice wavered.“If you want to talk to someone, I’m a good listener,“ he said as he started to turn away.“Brian,“ I called out, “I would like to talk, would you like to come in for some lemonade?”He smiled and nodded and followed me inside.Brian sat at the kitchen table as I made him lemonade. I am not sure what came over me, but I started to sob. Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I warm feeling came over my entire body. I turned and saw his reassuring smile. Without thinking, I squeezed him tightly; it felt so good to be hugged.He was young, maybe seventeen, but it felt so good to be held, and I was so lonely. I looked at him in his blue eyes and kissed him passionately on Escort Fatih the mouth. I grabbed his hand and pulled it under my sweater to my breast. He squeezed it roughly. I moaned. I pulled my shirt over my head exposing my ample breasts to him. I pushed his head down to my breasts.“Suck on my nipples,“ I ordered. He was very innocent, and it felt terrific. “Bite them!” I told him, breathlessly.He bit them and looked up at me.I lifted my skirt and sat on the counter, pulling his face toward my pussy.“Lick me, tongue my pussy,” I ordered.He was very inexperienced but very enthusiastic. I told him to lick my asshole, and he never hesitated. I started to cum violently; I think he thought he was hurting me. He watched me until the spasms subsided. He was so cute and young, kneeling in front of me. I straightened my hair and moved off the counter.I told him in a motherly tone, “Take off your clothes and show me your body and your cock.”He obediently did as he was told. He had a nice sized circumcised cock with perfect round balls. I reached over and grabbed his cock and balls. Fındıkzade escort I led him into the living room. I sat in my leather reading chair and looked at the skinny young boy with his very hard cock standing before me.“I want you to masturbate for me, but not cum until I tell you. Do you understand?” I asked.“Yes Miss,” he told me with a lustful smile.He stood before me and slowly started to stroke his cock. I brought my feet up and began to play with my wet pussy. He was mesmerised as my fingers danced around my sensitive clit. He was breathing heavier. I knew it was hard for a teenage boy to hold back his cum. I could see he was struggling and it turned me on even more, cumming twice, as I watched him fight his urges.Almost an hour had passed, and tears were rolling down his flushed face. I loved it. I grabbed a wine glass and brought it to the edge of his cock.“Is it painful not to cum?” I asked as I rubbed my fingers across his nipples.“Yes, Miss, “ He stammered.“Would you like to cum?” I teased.“Yes!” he whispered.I pinched his nipples as I told him, “Cum Gaziosmanpaşa escort for me, Brian.”Brian let out a guttural groan as he came right on cue. His entire body was shaking as he came. He just kept cumming and cumming! He filled almost one-quarter of the glass. He stumbled back a bit as he must have been light-headed. I steadied him and had him kneel on the floor. “Good boy,” I told him as I kissed him on the forehead.“Did you enjoy that?” I asked him.“Yes Miss,” he managed to say.“I want you to drink up your cum,” I asked as I offered up the glass.He hesitated a bit. He looked at the glass of cum, then up to me, then my pussy.“It would make me happy,” I added.Brian then took the glass and drank it all down, gagging only for a moment. It gave me immense pleasure, and I kissed him on his cum-soaked lips.I hugged him again and thanked him and squeezed his cock and balls tightly. Then I grabbed his clothes and sent him home.After he left, I struggled with what I had done and what I should do next. I was torn between my loneliness and the pleasure I felt when I had an obedient young slave and the guilt of manipulating and taking advantage of this horny young man.I decided that when I saw him next, I would ask Brian if he wanted to continue this relationship.The next morning the doorbell rang, and to my pleasant surprise, it was Brian. I invited him in, and we sat down at the kitchen table.
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