Here We Go

After a quick shower to rinse off the aroma of Julie’s weed I towel off and hurry straight for Heather’s…I mean…our room. Without realizing it I enter carrying my clothes in a bundle over my groin. Heather’s smile when seeing me reminds me that my **** humility was not necessary. Dropping the clothes into the laundry basket I turn back toward her and stretch out my naked body purely for her pleasure. The pleasure is a shared one as it felt so nice to be ogled by my beautiful lover.

As much as she was taken with what she was seeing I was equally as transfixed on her. Heather sat on the left side of the bed with her back against the headboard. On the nightstand to her left she had our new toy, a bottle of lube, a bottle of water, one of her little honey vials, and some wipes and cloths for cleaning up. On her lap she had a pillow waiting for me and over it was a fuzzy blue blanket that stretched out from her to the right side of the bed. But what grabbed my attention most was that she had removed her shirt and bra. Though she still wore a skirt and socks her upper half was naked. The sight of her huge, plump, mature breasts forces me to stop a moment just to admire them. Her long brown hair, loose and natural, cascaded down over her pale shoulders and her gorgeous face beamed with joy. With a welcoming grin she pats the pillow on her lap.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I crawl across the bed and press my lips to hers for a long, hungry kiss. As our lips parts I look into her big brown eyes and whisper. “Hello, beautiful.”

Her smile makes my soul soar. We gaze awhile, her caressing my cheek and neck and shoulder as we do, before I dip my head to start smooching her big, beautiful titties. They were so warm and so soft and ohhhh how I loved the way I could smoosh my whole face into them or how I could nuzzle between them and have them all around me. Patiently, though loving every second of it, Heather sits and waits for me to get my boobie fix before moving things along. The joke was on her though as I could have spent the rest of my life kissing her perfect tits. Eventually she giggles and pinches my bum to signal the end.

“Men and boobs.” She titters. “What is the fascination?”

“They’re only the greatest thing ever.” I quip as I crawl to lay over her lap much like Mia had done with me during her spanking.

“Mm mm.” Heather shakes her head no. “Turn over. I want to see you.”

Obeying my gentle Mistress I flip onto my back then slide down the so that my torso is across her lap and my butt and legs stretched out perpendicular to Heather, just as she’d obviously planned. The fuzzy blanket felt so soft and nice against my naked flesh, again as she planned it no doubt, and the pillow on her lap gives me a comfy place to settle in. Instinctively Heather slips her arm around my shoulders to let my head nestle in the crook of her arm. Once more I find myself laid out over her lap with her looking down at me and her boob against my cheek. I sensed another titty suck in my future and I couldn’t have been happier.

“Here we are again.” I say.

“Here we are again.” She echoes. “Comfy, baby?”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “Mmmmm.”

“Baby?”

“Mmm?”

“Where did you get the bruise?”

“Bruise?”

“On the side of your left thigh.”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know.” I say. “Probably got it from wrestling around with Julie.”

“My poor man.” Her right hand reaches across me to tenderly stroke and sooth the spot on my leg. “Does it hurt, baby?”

“I didn’t even know I had a bruise.”

“Mmm.” She hums. “Was she too rough with you? I could talk with her.”

“No.” I smile, flattered at her well meaning but unnecessary protective urge. Another man might have thought the coddling smothering but I knew that it came naturally. Beyond her innate maternal personality there was also the physical bond that we were building. I knew had the roles been reversed and I saw a bruise on her flawless flesh that I would throw every ounce of strength and savagery I had against the perpetrator. Besides, when it came to Heather, I didn’t mind a bit of smothering. “It was just some fun.” I assure her. “I’m okay. I don’t need protecting, Heather.”

“Okay.” She bends down and kisses my forehead. “Heh. Silly man.” Combing her fingers through my damp hair she says. “You didn’t even brush your hair!”

“Uh, yeah. I was kinda in a hurry.”

“My eager guy.”

Cradled in her arm I close my eyes and savor the feeling of her fingers gliding over my scalp. After a few blessed minutes her hand glides down to lay over my heart.

“Elliot.” She says softly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy that you got along with the others.” She says. “I’m not sure you appreciate just how much joy you gave to them today. I was…worried. I know it’s a strange thing.”

“Hmm.” I snuggle closer. “It wasn’t as strange as I thought it would be.”

“That’s because you were born for this, my little Prince.” Her hand oh so gently rubs my chest. “You understand that once they find their own boys…”

“I understand. And it’s okay. I’ll be happy for them.” Opening my eyes I gaze up into her loving brown eyes. “They were wonderful but…they weren’t you.”

“Oh, my love.” Her smile grows then she kisses me sweetly. “Shall we?”

I nod.

“Mmm. First…” She reaches over to the nightstand. “…lets get you in the mood.” Her hand returns with the little vial.

“Um…”

“Yes, lover?”

“Fresh is best.”

“He he he!” She pinches my nose. “You can suck my dick later, Mr. Eager. My goodness you’ve come so far so fast.”

I laugh.

“Besides.” She says. “Only a bit of this is for your mouth.” With that she opens the vial. I start to part my lips, believing that she was going to pour it onto my tongue. Instead she dribbles a half dozen drops over the top of her near nipple. Slowly the clear fluid oozes down over the plump, tawny nip. “Go ahead, baby.” She whispers.

Seeing a drop glisten from the nub of her nipple and threaten to fall I open my mouth wide and clamp my lips around her teat and hungrily begin to lick and suck my precum treat.

“Ohhh fuck!” She gasps softly, her eyes glazing over and her body shuddering at the pleasure of the latch.

“Mmmmm.” I coo happily as my hard sucks quickly ease off into the gentle, steady suckling that we both loved so dearly. “Mmmmmm.”

“Ohhh my God.” She sighs. With a swallow and a blink of her eyes she refocuses on our purpose tonight. Her eyes locked on mine she reaches down my body. Her fingers soon find my penis and testes and begin to softly fondle them. “Spread your legs. That’s it. Good boy.” She feels up my junk for a short time, most of it spent gently playing with my scrotum, before sliding lower. With two fingers she rubs up and down taint. With each stroke she gets a bit closer to my backdoor. The honey I’d suckled begins to take hold and I feel my senses open up and expand, making those fingers of hers feel even nicer. Still gazing into my soul she whispers. “Ready?”

“Mmm.” I nod and spread my legs wider.

“My brave man.” Her right hand returns. From the vial she pours about half its contents onto the tips of her middle two fingers. Quickly they return before any of the honey spilled. As she pushes the honey against my anus and begins to rub it around she says. “Here we go.”