I was overwhelmed to hear my own thoughts and needs being reflected back at me, hearing him say the things I most wanted to hear, and all I could do was kiss him in affirmation, tell him that I wanted these things too, that I was his, always had been, and I wanted him to take me away, make a life with me, any life, as long as he was there with me.
Mark got up, and began gathering his clothes. I asked him where he was going, and he grinned lopsidedly.
“Mum’s started waking me with a cup of coffee first thing in the morning; bizarre, I know, it’s not like I don’t have an alarm, but she wants to play dutiful mother, so…” He grinned again, and flicked his hair out of his eye. “Besides, if I’m not in my bed she’s going to come looking for me, you know what she’s like, can you imagine the scene if she finds me in here? Believe me, I’d rather stay here and keep you busy all night long, but I think I’d better be there when she comes staggering in; sorry, Tink!”
All the time he was talking he was fondling and touching me, and I had no objections whatsoever to him ‘keeping me busy’, believe me!
He kissed me soundly, running his hands over me and touching all those places I wanted to be touched, his lips soft and tender against mine.
“Lunch tomorrow, Ok, Tink? And I want another one of those hot kisses, you sexy little elf, you!” he caressed me one last time and headed back to his room, his clothes over his arm and his shoes in his hand.
I thought I’d better have a shower, and I had to cup a hand under myself to stop all the sperm he’d pumped into me pouring out all the way to the bathroom, there was so much; I was amazed one man could fill me so chock-full of spunk, bloody good thing I was on the pill, otherwise I’d have been in real trouble!
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When I woke up, I could barely stand, I was so sore; he’d really fucked me to a standstill last night, I had to spend a significant amount of time in the shower rubbing on anaesthetic cream just to alleviate the soreness, and as I examined myself with a mirror, I recalled the remark yesterday about ‘Bow-Legged Sally’; it was funny yesterday; today, not so much, not now it was me! Still, I mused, it could be worse, at least I didn’t have to ride a bicycle to work…
Gingerly assuring myself I could at least walk properly, I got dressed and made a beeline for the door, dodging mum, checking Mark’s room, empty of course, and flying downstairs to run for my bus.
When I walked in the office, as expected, a series of hoots and whistles greeted me, and Doreen winked at me and held up one finger. I shook my head, she held up two. I shook my head again and she grinned, held up three fingers; I shook my head again, and her eyes widened, holding up four fingers. I nodded, and she grinned a wide, happy grin, fanning herself and feigning faintness as she fluttered her eyelids. I laughed and went into my office, took off my coat, and began my day, trying not to check the clock periodically.
On the dot of 12:30, I heard “Yoo-hoo, Oh Julie, someone here to see you!” from Doreen, and there he was, looking as hot as yesterday, no sign on his face of the exertions we’d gone through last night. I called him into my office, and he gathered me in and kissed me lustfully, deeply, seriously, making every part of me tingle and chime, all my buttons lighting up at once; this boy could kiss! As he kissed me, he slid his hands up my skirt to fondle and squeeze my bum again, pulling my panties down past my cheeks so he could slide a finger between my thighs to rub lightly along my slit and lightly graze my rosebud, making me jump and giggle.
“God I want you, tonight, I want you again, as many times as we can, you hear me?” he whispered, and I grinned and nodded, grinding against his cock as he pressed against me. To be honest, I was more than half tempted to lock my office door, yank off my panties, and let him fuck me on my desk, he made me so hot!
“I thought you were taking me to lunch?” I murmured into his ear as he made a determined effort to pull my bum cheeks apart as he grazed on my neck and rubbed against me. He looked at me blankly for a second, and then grinned sheepishly.
“Almost forgot where I was, Tink, I’ve been walking around all morning with a hard-on, just thinking about you! Yeah, lunch, of course! Chinese?” he asked, smiling.
“Chinese!” I agreed, and so we straightened ourselves up and he led me out of the office, Doreen fluttering her eyelashes at him and saying “Don’t wear her out, Stud; we need her back in one piece later!”
I flushed, and even Mark had the grace to blush and look embarrassed, but then he smiled that slow, sweet smile, battened down against the breeze from all those suddenly madly fluttering eyelashes, hugged me close, and took me to lunch.
When he picked me up at 5:30, once again he had to run the gamut of the eyelashes, the lustful looks, the arch comments from Doreen and the others, but he could tell it was all just ragging, they just wanted to see him blush again, and we left to a chorus of ‘Be good, now, you naughty boy, give her some rest, she looks exhausted!’ and similar comments.
We took our time, loitered around the west end of London, making sure we gave mum enough time to get loaded and pass out, before eventually heading home.
When we got in, sure enough, her coat was thrown over the back of the sofa, the bureau was unlocked, and she was in her room, passed out, the smell of booze heavy in the air.
By this time, we were both giggling like guilty teenagers, not helped by Mark grabbing and squeezing my tits as I peered into mum’s room, with me squeezing and rubbing the sizeable bulge in the front of his trousers!
We scurried into my room, closing and wedging the door, just like before, and Mark grabbed me and swung me onto the bed, jumping on next to me to kiss me as his hands slid up my skirt and into my panties, rubbing and caressing my pussy as he fondled and squeezed the cheeks of my arse. I fumbled with his belt, undid it and the waistband of his trousers, unzipping him and groping his cock in one move, feeling him sigh against my lips as my fingers encircled his lovely big cock.
He slid down my panties and yanked them off, undoing the fastening on my skirt and pulling that down as well, leaving me naked from the waist down. I was also busy, pushing his trousers down, unbuttoning his shirt, and basically trying to get him naked without breaking our kiss.
Eventually Mark sat up, pulled off his shirt and tie and pushed his trousers off, levering off his shoes and slipping down his socks, leaving him in just his so tight briefs, his big cock clearly outlined behind the thin fabric.
In the meantime, I’d removed my top and bra, and Mark climbed back onto my bed, pulling himself up to me, sliding his hands around me to probe into the crack of my ass, his fingers brushing my puckered little hole as he slid them around to my pussy lips, spreading my nectar around and making me even more slick and moist, then taking hold of my cheeks and pulling them open to rub and scratch and tease my tight little star itself, making me gasp at such a pleasurably dirty act.
All the while, he was licking and gently biting my nipples, pulling them with his teeth, driving me crazy with his lips, his teeth and tongue, and his probing fingers. Now he rolled me onto my back, licking and sucking my nipples into hard little points, my aureolae puffing up as my nipples erected and throbbed, increasing the sensitivity of my nipples tenfold.
He licked and kissed all the way down my abdomen, licking and teasing my navel, before pulling my thighs apart to gently lick at the apex of my slit. I was electrified; no-one had ever done this to me, although I had seen it done in porn videos on the internet, and wondered at it, if it was as good as the actresses made out; but the reality of having my pussy treated in this way was indescribable.