“Don’t worry; it’s really flattering that I had that effect on you! I know I must seem like an old lady to you but I’d like to be your friend, Spencer.”
“Oh, no Emma. You’re the most gorgeous woman ever!” he replied vehemently.
“Really? What about all the pretty young things at your school? Aren’t they much more beautiful than me?” she teased.
“Oh, no. Really, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you.”
“Spencer, you’re a gentleman. That’s a lovely thing to say. Thanks,” she said.
After a pause she added, “Go on then, keep going, you’re missing a good bit,” gesturing to the screen on which the man was now fucking his dark-haired co-star up her arse while the blonde lay underneath them licking his balls.
His cock twitched. Breathing heavily he moved his hand towards it before realising he was still holding the beer.
“Here,” Emma said, “Let me do that for you.”
He held out the beer for her but she just laughed. “No, silly. Not that. This,” she added as her cool right hand gently clasped his hot aching erection.
“Ohhhh,” Spencer moaned in disbelief as she began to slowly and gently masturbate him. He noticed that the varnish on her perfectly manicured nails matched her lipstick.
“Maybe I should take that beer after all,” Emma suggested as he almost dropped it. “Don’t worry I won’t stop!” she said as she took it from him.
“Oh, Emma,” Spencer murmured inarticulately.
“You know it’s funny,” she said. “The number of times I saw your cock when you were a boy in the bath or while you were getting changed. I never thought that one day I’d be wanking it and that it would grow into such a big one.”
“Really?” Spencer was surprised.
“Oh, yes, darling. You’re not small at all. I’ve seen a lot of cocks and yours is one of the biggest.”
“Wow, thanks!” he exclaimed.
“Pay attention to the screen. Look, that blonde one’s licking his cock again, after it’s been up the other one’s bum as well. What a dirty slut!”
Listening to Emma talk so explicitly, Spencer desperately bucked his hips trying to get her to move her hand faster but she let go of him.
“Ah, ah, ah!” she warned musically. “Slow down, lover.” Bewitched, he nodded and she started again.
“So which one do you prefer – the blonde or the dark one, Spencer?”
“The dark one,” he replied as they watched her lick her colleague’s pussy.
“Why her? Isn’t the blonde one prettier?” Her voice was honeyed and smooth. And highly seductive.
“I love her boobs,” he grunted in reply.
“Oh, you like big boobs then? Even unnatural ones like hers? They wouldn’t feel very nice, I think.” Emma was smiling her worldly smile again.
“I don’t know. I’ve never touched anyone’s boobs. They just look so lovely,” he was almost hysterical in his need to come now but Emma just kept slowly stroking him, keeping him expertly on the edge of orgasm.
“Really? You’ve never touched breasts before? You poor thing.” She licked her lips. “Would you like to touch mine?”
Spencer hadn’t realised he could be any more excited than he already was. But as he nodded wordlessly and Emma let go of his cock to unhurriedly open her gown from the waist up, he began to understand just how much further there was to go.
He watched entranced as, first, the light brown slopes of her upper breasts came into view. Then, she carefully pulled down her gown until the very tops of her chocolate brown aureoles peeped over the white silk.
Finally he moaned with lust as she pulled it open all the way exposing her stiff dark nipples and the weighty underside of her large yet firm breasts. They were golden and lightly tanned like her face.
“You can touch them, Spencer,” Emma breathed as she reached out to masturbate him again.
He reached out and allowed her bullet-hard nipples to touch the palms of his hands teasingly before grabbing hold of her boobs and squeezing powerfully.
“Spencer! I know you’re excited, sweetie, but more gently please,” she exclaimed. “Yes that’s better, there’s no hurry you’ve got plenty of time over the next few weeks to touch them,” she added as he began to more tenderly fondle her considerable bosom.
“They’re so soft but at the same time so firm, I mean they don’t sag at all,” he expressed in wonder.
“Thank you, Spencer.”
“No really, thank you, Emma. I mean I can’t believe you’re giving me a handjob!”
“It’s fine, darling. You can’t walk around with an erection all the time. It can’t be very comfortable and I’m sure it’s not good for you to repress all that sexual tension. Do you get hard when you’re talking to the girls at school?” Emma asked.
“Sometimes,” he nodded. “Although I hardly ever talk to any girls. Please, Emma, can I come now?”
“Be patient, lover,” she gently chided although she did start to speed up her hand perhaps realising that he wasn’t going to explode immediately. “I’ll make you a deal, Spencer. Over the next few weeks I’ll do my best to help you become more confident with girls with the aim of maybe finding a girl at school who could do this for you.”
“Oh, Emma. That would be great,” he said. “But you’ll do this again for me? Please?” he added, secretly thinking that the odds were low that anyone else would ever do this.
“Spencer, I promise that I’ll give you relief if you have an erection in my presence. After all, it really isn’t a hassle for me to just move my hand up and down on your cock for a few minutes while you play with my tits. And how could I not do it when it gives you so much pleasure,” she said fondly. “But I’m serious about getting you into shape to find someone else to do this for you. I’m only here for three weeks and I’d hate for you to go without after I’m gone.”
“OK, OK, anything you want. Please just a little quicker – I’m so close,” he pleaded.
“You have to promise to do everything I say though. Promise?”
“Yes, oh, yes. I promise. I promise,” he shrieked.
“OK then. You can come on my boobs.” And with that Emma knelt in front of him and began to masturbate him properly for the first time while her left hand cupped his heavy testicles.
Within seconds he began repeatedly shooting strings of sticky cum all over her considerable boobs, while shouting in pleasure.
“Gosh, Spencer!” Emma exclaimed. “What a lot of spunk. My poor boobs are absolutely covered. I think I might need another bath.”
Spencer collapsed back on the sofa, marvelling at what had just happened. Surely this must be a dream? Things like this just didn’t happen to boys like him.
~~~
The next morning Spencer woke, as he did most mornings, with an erection. He began to masturbate languorously before stopping wide-eyed, recalling the previous evening. Had it been a dream? Had he really come over Emma’s breasts the night before?
He remembered walking upstairs with her, unable to take his eyes from her spunky tits, while she insisted that they go to their separate bedrooms despite his begging her to masturbate him again.
If it hadn’t been a dream then he also remembered her promising to ‘sort him out’ in the morning before he went to school. In which case…
He jumped out of bed in excitement, his cock poking out through his pyjama fly.
There was a knock on the door and Emma walked in, already dressed in t-shirt and jeans. “Come on, you’re going to be late,” she said as she pulled open the curtains.
As light flooded the room, Spencer realised that if it had just been a dream then it probably wasn’t a great idea to be standing open-mouthed in the middle of his room with his cock sticking out.
But by this time Emma had already turned around and seen his erection.
“Well, I suppose that’s no surprise,” she said as she grabbed hold of his cock and led back him to the bed. “OK, I’m going to do you quickly now because I want you to have a shower before you go to school and we haven’t got much time,” she added as she began to toss him off again. “But I really want you to learn to control yourself so, when you do manage to find yourself a girl, you can show her a good time. Is that OK?”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Emma!” he gasped as her hand sped up and down his dick. He reached out and began manhandling her breasts through her t-shirt and bra.
“And I mean what I said about the shower. You won’t get a girl if you’re not clean. You really do whiff a bit. Although that’s no surprise. It smells disgusting in here too. While you’re at school, I’ll clean your room.”
“Oh, shit, that feels so good, Emma. Um, about the room…” he began.
“Don’t worry. I’ll treat your porn sensitively,” she added, smiling at his concerned expression.
He slid his hand under her t-shirt to continue pawing at her breasts.
“Careful, dear. That bra is delicate and expensive. I need to teach you to be a bit more gentle as well as patient, I think.” Her hand began to blur on his cock as she increased her pace once again.
“Here it comes!” Emma declared as, with a triumphant groan, Spencer came copiously over her hands and over his bedding.
After making sure he was fully drained, Emma added, “Right go and have that shower, darling. I’ll find some half-decent clothes for you to wear.”