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Part 2: Mom’s Boyfriend Fucks My Asshole After I Open The Wrong Gift
Part 2:
“Are any of them as fun as that?”
“Open them and see,” he said.
“Are any of them lube?”
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing. Yet.”
Dylan tucked his dressing-gown tighter around him, tying the belt across his waist. He was topless beneath, but wore a pair of PJs on his legs.
He put the box back under the tree. “I’m gonna have to rewrap that now.”
“Unless you give it to me.”
“I’m starting to think I should have bought you one.”
“So I can have it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“What if I don’t have lube? Will spit do?”
“I guess,” he shrugged, talking like the whole thing was now completely normal. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
“Have you ever done that before?”
“What? Put something in my ass?”
“No,” I laughed. “Put something in someone else’s?”
“Oh. I’m not sure we should be having this conversation.”
“I’m an adult. Just asking a question.”
“I have,” he said. My eyes widened.
“I love the idea of it,” I told him. “It’s just the right amount of naughty, don’t you think?”
He sat down on the sofa and exhaled. “It’s certainly something to think about.”
He rubbed a hand down his face.
“Everything okay?” I asked, standing.
He looked across at me and laughed at the baubles that dangled on my chest. “Fine,” he answered. “Just thinking things I shouldn’t.”
I took a couple of steps in his direction. “Like what?”
“I shouldn’t be thinking them, let alone saying them.”
“I won’t tell.”
He stared over at me with a look I’d seldom seen before. There was an intensity in his gaze now.
“Is it about the toy?”
He nodded.
“Is it about me?”
He nodded again.
“Do …” I thought very carefully before continuing. “Do you want to put that toy in my ass?”
Dylan waited for a moment and then nodded again.
I responded with a wide smile. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I took it out from under the tree again and removed it from the packaging, holding it out to him.
“Go ahead,” I said, and then I remembered what he’d said about spit. I let some fall out of my mouth onto the tip of the toy, then I mouthed over it until it was covered. The rubber tasted all fresh and new. “There.”
His expression was a picture. He took the toy from me carefully and I turned away from him, looking over my shoulder and bending forwards. My pants pulled tight over my ass as I arched my back.
“I’m ready if you are,” I said. “Our secret.”
“Lube might be easier,” he said.
“I didn’t think you had any?”
“I do upstairs.”
“Get it,” I told him excitedly.
He hurried from the room, leading the way with his erection that was now punching through the split in his dressing-gown.
I waited there, leaning over the arm of the couch and trying not to think too much about what we were about to do. It often felt like I was on the verge of doing something reckless with Dylan when the two of us were alone, but I never imagined him participating so readily.
I put a hand down the front of my pants and touched at my pussy. The damn thing was soaked. If I’d have known how dripping I was I doubt we’d need the lube.
He returned with a tiny bottle of clear liquid, standing with it across the room and giving it a shake in his hands.
“Perfect,” I said.
He came closer and put his hands on my ass. “Are you sure about this?”
“Put it in my ass.”
His hands gripped over the waist of my pants and he wasted no time in tugging them down. I don’t think he expected me to be going commando, because when he saw my naked butt he paused.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he hushed.
“Don’t stop now.”
My pants hung above my knees. I used my hands to spread open my ass and Dylan took a step back to admire the view.
“You’re soaked, Kelsy!”
I giggled. “When I started to think about it I got so horny.”
“I can see that.”
He moved closer again and then I felt his finger tickle at the groove of my pussy. I closed my eyes and inhaled as he slid along it.
“That’s good,” I whispered.
I hung my head and looked down my body, trying to ignore the dangling balls on my chest. They didn’t seem so funny anymore.
He pushed his finger through me and I let out a satisfied groan, then he took it out and smudged the excess cum over my tight knot.
“You look so pretty,” he said.
I batted my lashes playfully. “I’m all yours.”
He shook the bottle of lube to the tip and opened the end. He squirted it onto the toy and smoothed it around the head of it with his fingers, then I watched it disappear from view behind me.
I stared at the wall and felt the cool gel touch my virginal knot. Dylan pushed forwards and my asshole widened.
“Oh, Dylan,” I whispered, trailing it with quick breaths. “Put it in my ass.”
“It’s going in, babe.”
He focused on the toy as it slowly disappeared. I felt my muscle stretch over the tip and then it seemed to suck the ensuing inches into me.
He pressed the button at the base and the vibrator awakened, rattling my insides with a vigor that seemed much stronger than when I’d held it in my hand.
I made a fist on the cushions of the couch, my mouth hanging agape as I tried in vain to handle the mounting pleasure.
“Holy fuck!” was all I could say. I looked back at Dylan with an open mouth and saw his delighted smile.
“I think someone likes it,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to me,” I laughed, slapping the back of the couch…
Continued In Part 3…