Maria and Her Boys Ch. 06

I'd only been working for an hour when Clayton sent me a booty call. That was a wonderful surprise and exactly what I needed. I said yes as quickly as I could. I was already naked in bed when he let himself in and came upstairs. It was obvious that he was feeling as horny as me.

"Don't make me wait, Clayton," I said with a naughty grin.

As soon as he was undressed I went to my knees in front of him. I used to think it was slutty and I never did it for my young men. But when I get really horny the urge just takes over. I enjoy doing it for Clayton. Of course he was hard already. I licked his shaft a few times while I cupped his young balls in my hand. He's grown his hair back and its fun to stroke his sack and play with his pubes. I was so turned-on that I sucked him deep and hard. Soon I had most of his dick in my mouth and I was loving it. He was moaning beautifully. I don't think Sara gives him that pleasure.

Then we got into bed where grabbed my boobs and massaged them like I've taught him. It was my turn to moan. I pulled his face to mine and we kissed for a bit. I was trying to find my courage to ask him something.

"Do you want to put a finger in my bottom? While you're licking my vag. Would you like to try that?"

"Do you want me to?" he asked me softly. "I want to if you do."

The truth is that I really did want it. I'd become so curious. I still thought of it as kind of disgusting. I assumed it would hurt. But I know I am as wild as my friend, Jill. I'd made my mind up to try some of what she had experienced.

"Fuck me," I said to him, fully serious. I wanted that wonderful young penis inside me.

He moved on top of me as I opened my legs. I knew I was sopping wet. His dick went in easily and he thrust a few times till he was fully buried inside me.

"Oh, Clayton," I moaned. "I need this."

Which was true. I wrapped my legs around him and let him hump fast and hard into me. One of the best things about Clayton is that now he can read my body and my needs. His lusty screwing of my vag was perfect. He always makes me cum so hard and this was no exception.

Naturally I wanted him from behind. It feels so incredible to be screwed like that, like an animal on heat. A young man can really hump me, drive his dick fully into me. I love the way my boobs hang and my nipples rub against the sheets. And its an extra thrill to feel Clayton, so confident now, grip my waist as he rams his gorgeous manhood into me. I really did need that screwing and I came long and loudly before I decide to finish him off.

"I want you in my mouth," I moaned as I rolled over.

He looked hesitant, as if he wasn't sure I'd really said that. But it's a lovely treat that I enjoy giving to Clayton once in a while. He very much deserves it. Not to mention the thrill I get from being so naughty with him.

"In my mouth," I repeated with a smile and propped on one elbow beside him.

Clayton was on his knees still, able to easily slide his wonderful dick into my mouth. He was slick with my wetness and he's never tasted better. I was excited by his thrusting and the incredible hardness of his cock. I tightened my lips and swirled my tongue around his shaft.

"Oh fuck, Maria. I'm gonna shoot."

I moaned loudly to show my approval. I was so excited knowing he was about to cum in my mouth.

"Fuuuuckkk."

Clayton pulsed and then blasted into my mouth. A full shot of his virile, young semen spurted on my tongue and into the back of my throat. Lucky I was ready and swallowed him just as he pulsed again. His young dick was so perfect as he shot his load for me. And he tasted so fine – warm and salty and thick. Again and again his cock throbbed as he pumped his stuff into my mouth.

I savoured it all, knowing he was incredibly horny for me because Sara had denied him. And because it felt so good for him to lose control like that. We have shared this act many times and always it feel so marvellous to feel and taste him as dick as he spurts out his youthful semen. It is such a primal act to have a man shoot into my mouth but it feels extra special to give that to a young man like my Clayton.

We only rested for a few moments. I was still eager, needy. Clayton was ready, too. I had already decided what I needed. As soon as I rolled onto my tummy he knew it too. He was quite willing to put his tongue onto my other place. I felt so depraved as my sweet young man squeezed my shapely bum and softly ran the tip of his tongue over my other hole.

"Oh yes, Clayton," I gasped as he gave me a good licking. "You are so good to me."

He seemed content to take his time. I was grateful for that. It made me feel special and, at the same time, a little less self-conscious about enjoying the act. But I was very aroused by the sensation and he knowledge that my young lover was licking that place in such a tender way. He made me want to cum again.

As I rolled over, onto my back, I grabbed my small vibrator from a drawer. Clayton knew just what to do with it. His mouth went straight to my vag and he licked my clit so amazingly. I was already cumming hard when he slipped the buzzing toy into my opening. My hips lifted off the bed as I exploded for my sweet young lover. I grabbed at his head to pull his mouth closer but I hardly needed to tell Clayton what to do - he has learned so well how to pleasure me.

"Use your finger now," I groaned to him. "Please, Clayton. Just go slow."

I forced myself to relax as he touched me there. I reminded myself that I really wanted this. He pressed the tip of a finger against that little place. This was what I'd wanted so badly. But I needed to relax so I pulled his head deeper into my soaking vag.

Maybe because I'd practiced it felt OK. In fact, it felt much better than that – better than I'd been expecting. The new sensation, my other hole being filled while he was licking my clit, was strange. But it was a good kind of strange. I wanted more. The pressure somehow combined with his fabulous licking and the buzzing toy. It was incredible to feel Clayton begin to slowly finger my bottom.

He wasn't pushing very far but my little hole felt so full. Everything was more intense. It was better than my own finger. I guess that was because he was licking my clit so perfectly at the same time. I'd thought it might be uncomfortable or distracting. But it wasn't.

What was more thrilling was knowing it was dirty and taboo. He pressed deeper and I know I lost control. I can't say if it was being filled or the sensation of the rubbing but I was excited to have finally tried it. I was cumming so hard and I could feel my orgasms spreading. It was dirty and wicked and delightful. I wanted to say something to Clayton but I just couldn't. It was easier to lie back and experience this wonderful new thing.

I really was consumed by my climax until Clayton, feeling more confident, pushed half of his finger into my bottom. Suddenly, despite the wonderful pleasure he was giving me, I felt distracted by the sensations in my bottom. I guess I was afraid that he would hurt me. I've never put my whole finger into my bum. I quickly ended that bit of play – still panting and horny but now feeling confused and foolish.

"Was it good?" he wanted to know as we lay together.

I was cuddling him and stroking his cock and his balls. I'll never get tired of having young Clayton in my bed and in my arms.

"I liked it," I assured him. "You were really good. I just don't want to go too fast."

He nodded and I could see he understood. That's important because I'd never want to damage his confidence.

"How did it feel for you?" I asked him. "Was it good for you?"

"It was not as weird as I expected," he confided. "I thought you would tell me to sop right away. But when you were enjoying it, I was really glad to do it for you."

I was elated to have finally done that naughty, taboo thing. And I had enjoyed it so I knew Jill wasn't lying about her experience. Sharing that with Clayton was the perfect initiation for me. He was more than happy to play with my bum. He would be like most young men and watching plenty of porn where men and women pretend to love anal sex. It was a joy to know I'd given him his first experience. He'd really only fingered my bottom for a few minutes. It had not hurt, after all. I knew I'd try it again. But I didn't want Clayton to think I'd suddenly become a pervert.

"I know you have to go soon," I said to him. "I need you to fuck me first."

My vag was still wet and swollen from his licking. He was beautifully hard and ready. I lay on my back and let my sweet Clayton position himself above me. He has developed into a man over the course of our affair. It makes me proud of him. And it turns me on so much.

"Oh, good boy," I moaned as he penetrated me with his virile cock. "Just fuck me, Clayton, and shoot inside me."

He started going faster and deeper. Some days I need a screwing like that. Clayton knows when and he was giving it to me that day. I signalled to him and quickly had my legs on his shoulders.

For a young guy it must be a thrill to have an older woman that is so wanton and so needy. I watched my pale, toned legs up on his shoulders as he started to pump harder. I feel so open when I am like that, letting him go deep as he bends me in half with his weight. I know it excites him and I felt good doing it that day. He began slamming into me which was exactly what I wanted. Clayton has never hurt me but I was feeling so slutty that I liked the idea of him punishing my wicked vag.

I was thrilled to see him want it so badly and I couldn't stop orgasm after orgasm exploding through me. And it was wonderful to know I can still entertain and pleasure my young men. Because Clayton's screwing soon took him to the edge.

"I'm going to shoot," he told me breathlessly.

"Don't wait," I begged him. Its amazing when he explodes for me. "I want it inside me."

"Maria... here it comes."

"Good boy. Let it go."

I felt his rhythm change as his balls emptied their load into my vag. He cried out so beautifully, thrusting hard with each pulse of his dick and each spurt of his baby-making stuff. Its always a thrill to receive a young man's semen and Clayton is more special than any of them.

"Oh yes, Clayton. Oh, good boy. Yes."

I put my legs down finally and wrapped them around my young man. I knew he had to go soon but I wanted him to stay inside me as long as possible. He was even thrusting a little bit, enjoying the last sensations of our screwing. I pulled him on top of me, feeling a lovely warmth through my body, and waited for him to slowly soften.

He did have to leave, though. He'd used the excuse of helping me with a few boxes. That made our play that afternoon even more enjoyable. We had both really needed it. There was extra satisfaction in knowing I could give him pleasures that his girlfriend could not. I stayed in bed for a while with a towel between my legs to soak up his semen as it leaked from me.

I will admit I was also waiting for something to happen in my bottom. Clayton's finger had been delightful. And he is bigger than me so he filled me more. I wondered if it would make me sore or have some after effects. And the more I thought about that, the more I realised that I was looking forward to going further. I surprised myself with that. Though I suppose its all part of my new and exciting life after my stupid husband left me for a younger woman. I know I'd never have contemplated that kind of thing with him – even if I knew that Jill was enjoying it. But now I am free and wild and enjoying all kinds of forbidden pleasures.

It has caused a dilemma for me, though. Because truly I think Clayton is the only person I want to know about my thoughts right now. And he is really the best person I can think of to explore with me. I trust him and I know he will focus on me my needs. But is it wrong to go that far with Clayton when I should be bringing our affair to an end?

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I got some more packing done. But it wasn't easy to keep my mind on the job. Sex is in my thoughts so much these days. That's not bad but it is distracting. Other than Clayton, who has been wonderful, I still enjoy variety and the different experiences I can have with all my boys. It can be time consuming, not to mention stressful, to do so much thinking and planning. And this is a time when I needed to be doing plenty of both.

So I was very pleased, even relieved, to have the distraction of a text from Brady. I'd not expected to hear from him so quickly. He was very keen to meet which was a relief. I checked my schedule and decided I could finish early on Wednesday. He wasn't working then and didn't have any late classes. It turns out he doesn't have his own car but that suited me. I suggested a place near the train station and told him I'd drive him home afterwards.

Everything sounded innocent enough. Either one of us change our mind. I could deny that we intended anything more than a friendly catch-up. But I was feeling that usual mix of excitement and fear welling up. Its good to take things slowly with Brady but its been killing me to have to wait. Knowing that my plan was working, and that I'd meet him in a few days, allowed to me to relax and focus on the boxes.

Then something else came up in the evening to complicate my thoughts and plans. It was a message from Jill – inviting me to a party in a couple of weeks. I don't really do parties these days. These are people I know but not really well. I was surprised that Jill was asking me along though she said her boyfriend couldn't make it. But I have known Jill for a long time and she never makes plans in a casual way. I could guess already that she was up to something. I told Jill I'd think about the invitation and tried to put her out of my mind. I had packing to do and Brady to dream about.