A taste of things to cum

Tomi had indeed gladly accepted the invitation, seeming happy for any excuse to stay here and get to know the two of you better. He told you his single mother worked late shifts as a nurse and so he often had to spend long evenings alone, sorting his own meals. It again struck you as strangely grown up to be feeding and hosting a nice young man after he’d spent all afternoon helping you in the garden. The sort of general suburban nicety that you still thought of as ‘something your parents might do’, rather than something you were readily capable of. Just another shade of stability and homeliness that you’d never really considered possible until you’d met Ben.

Of course… there was another way of looking at it. One that you were trying to ignore while also revelling a little in the connotations of.

“Well that’s a pretty, young thing you’ve lured into our backyard.” Teased your lover, as you returned from the bedroom refreshed and re-dressed. “Are you already trying to corrupt all the good, Christian schoolboys with your devilish, hedonistic ways?”

He took you into his arms and squeezed your bubbly behind with just the right amount of pressure to make you press yourself up against him in giggling delight.

“Hey! He jumped into my evil lair all of his own accord… running away from a bunch of pretty girls, no less… What’s a witch like me supposed to do, when they make it as easy as that?”

It was corny… but fun to turn around the fears you had about moving into this quieter, less ‘up to date with modern sensibilities’ neighbourhood. He knew it still worried you slightly that everyone might actually turn up with pitchforks and burning torches if they happened to notice the small bulge in the front of your short-shorts. Despite all the evidence so far that that was utterly ridiculous. You glanced out at the teenager still diligently digging away outside the kitchen window. He was very pretty… and had not been subtle in the way his eyes were drawn along the soft, womanly curves of you.

“You’ll just have to make sure my unsuitable urges are fulfilled in other ways… Master.” You offered, reaching up a hand to cup the fork between his thighs. Quietly, carefully… unzipping the swelling you found there.

You slid yourself down to the level you felt most comfortable at. Trusting that the owner of your soul would give fair warning if your guest was approaching the door. It had been near two hours since Ben had got home from work, and you hadn’t tasted his cock yet. That was quite probably a record in restraint for an insatiable, little sword-swallower like you. It felt so gloriously kinky, to be here slathering your tongue across his shaft not 3 metres away from your innocent new friend. You ran your lips from tip to balls and hugged the shaft of meat against your cheek, delighting in the dribbling strings of saliva that glistened in the afternoon sun and tied you to that limb you loved so much.

‘Cock, cock, cock.’ Went through your sissy mind: a happy little mantra that was almost always singing away to itself at the back of your skull. You had come to terms long ago with the fact that you were undeniably obsessed with sex and flesh and slimy, gushing fluids. It was just a haphazard layer of pretence that you wore on top of that for all the moments of the day that you couldn’t be exactly where you belonged. Food and friends and sun and laughter were all very lovely… but really, you were nothing more than a pink and perky fucktoy, put on this earth to pleasure anyone you could get a hold of. It was the fact that your master knew that… and loved that about you too… That made you certain he was the one you loved the most.

After several minutes of well-practiced work… You won the mouthful you’d been craving. An evening meal just wouldn’t taste right without a backdrop of fresh semen to wash it down with. Salty and throat-clogging it might be… but by now, there was no ambrosia you considered tastier. You held it in your mouth as you zipped him back up, savouring every aspect of it as the pungent smell and texture seemed to creep up the back of your throat.

Cheekily, Ben immediately tapped on the window to call Tomi in to eat… So you had to quickly wipe the glisten from your chin and offer a closed-lip smile and wave. Trying to keep a blush from burning onto your cheeks. Oh, if only that poor boy knew what bad influences he’d dropped in upon.