"Sweaty" Chapter 5

by Julius
Copyright 2005




While Matthew stood, with his back turned, Mitzi put on her red undies. She also got to admire Matthew's young body, especially his young ass. How she would have loved to watch that delicious bum in a mirror, to see the reflection working away while he fucked her. A girl could get horny just thinking about it.

Mitzi was amazed by just how horny she did feel. Dear heavens, she'd felt like this ever since she'd peeped in on Matthew, watching him enjoy a porn video with his cock in his hand. It was a lovely cock. Mitzi wasn't sure which was the nicer, his ass or his cock. Why worry, she had them both?

The bra was a problem. It was bought a year or more earlier, when there was a little less Mitzi-bosom. She'd bought it too small back then, with a lover in mind. It seemed she outgrown the lover and the bra. She finally got it fastened at the back; all four hooks. She could hardly wait to see Matthew's reaction when he saw it, one of those wicked peek-a-boo things. She looked down and almost gasped aloud. Was it perhaps just a little too much? There was more breast poking out than some girls had in total! On top of each mini-mound of breast was a big nipple. Big, because of the way they were being squeezed out and big too, no doubt, because of her arousal. More than a mouthful.

"Can I turn round yet?" Matthew asked.

"No you can't." She sorted through the clothes on the bed finding the thong. It was a man's thong. It had come as a free extra when she'd bought the red outfit. It was still in its wrapper.

She moved across to Matthew and dangled it over his shoulder. "Here's your outfit."

He took it and was silent for a moment while he tore open the plastic. "You're kidding!" he turned to look at her.

Mitzi had expected this, she'd pulled her robe up to cover herself. "No peeking young man or I'll spank you."

"I'd like to see you," he retorted.

"Would you now?" she said, smiling at him.

He blushed as he realized she'd misunderstood him. "I didn't mean ..."

"I know exactly what you meant and you've got a lovely spankable bum," she watched his blush deepen, "now turn round and put your thong on. I'll put on mine."

He turned away again. Mitzi picked up a scrap of red nylon that matched his. As she slipped it up her legs, she watched him hold his little garment up and look at it. He shook his head.

Mitzi watched him step first one foot into the thong and then the other. She copied his every move, wishing she could be in front of him watching him cram his equipment into the little pouch. His hands came round behind him. She watched in delight as the narrow strip disappeared into the crack of his ass. She pulled her thong up at the back, giving a little wriggle as it invaded her.

"You're not going to make me wear that mask thing again, are you?"

"No Matthew," she chuckled and added, "you get to see the merchandise this time."

"So, why can't I look?"

"Wrapping the present is important. I think you'll like it."

While they'd talked she'd pulled on a pair of red, crotchless pantyhose. She smoothed them up her legs and took a look at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with the result and thought Matthew would be too. She put the robe back on, tying the belt.

"Okay, you can turn round now."

The disappointment on his face brought her near to laughter. Poor Matthew had expected her all prettied and ready.

"I've still got to do my hair and make up," she said, sitting at her dressing table.

His face said it all. She could almost read the words; 'Why all the messing about? I want to fuck.' But he managed to grin and stood looking at her. No doubt he was wondering what was under the robe.

While she worked, he wandered about the room, taking a peek through the curtains, looking at the controls on the air conditioner. He seemed to be avoiding looking at her. She noticed his erection had gone.

She loved watching him in the mirror. The movements of his naked ass, the delicious outlines of the package at the front of the thong were so sexy. She longed to enjoy that lovely young body and have him enjoy hers. It seemed to Mitzi that they both had a lot to give each other.

"Ready?" she asked him, her voice cracked in the middle of the word and she realized she was probably as nervous as he was.

"I guess," he said, standing uncertainly in the middle of the big bedroom.

She got up and stood between him and the bed. Untying the belt, she let the robe fall open, then slip off her shoulders.

"Oh God!" the words came out as a whisper, "you're..., you're beautiful."

"Those are lovely words to hear Matthew," she told him.

He gave a little shrug, letting his eyes meet hers just for a moment, "Well, you are."

He looked down again. He had to, she realized. Her nipples and generous helpings of breast were poking out towards him. How could he not look? She looked down and understood. Her breasts seemed to be about to emerge through the cut-outs in the bra. She raised her hands, touching a forefinger to each nipple. A jolt from each seemed to shoot straight to her pussy. She gave a little gasp.

Mitzi moved back and sat on the edge of the bed and let herself stare at Matthew's crotch. She reached out a hand and he moved towards her until she could touch him.

He trembled at her touch. She traced his outlines with her finger tips. His balls, his cock were there for her, held only by the tight, thin, red nylon. He was exquisitely erect. She'd witnessed that beautiful uncoiling as soon as her robe had slipped to the floor. The long ridge of his penis now lay up his belly under the thong. Its head was threatening to nose its way out from under the elastic waistband. He looked so big. Mitzi licked her lips and felt her body's hunger writhe inside her. She cupped, caressed and fondled, marvelling at the sweet softness of him under the fabric. The red nylon was almost black where the tip of his cock had begun to ooze. Mitzi clamped her knees tightly together, as if to contain her own wetness. She knew she must be soaking her own thong. Every part of her seemed to ring like a bell, as if she'd overdosed on caffeine. A hotness was flooding across her chest.

Mitzi's fingers continued to trace over the bulge of him. She wanted to move on, to do more but also wanting to prolong the moments, tormenting herself as much as tormenting him.

Unable to resist any longer Mitzi pulled the elastic top of the thong out and down, exposing the top half of his erection. She wrapped her hand around it, not quite able to believe how big it looked in her hand. Hot too, so hot she imagined she could feel the glow of him on her face. He shifted his feet, trying to keep still, like a small boy needing a pee.

With her free hand she worked the thong down to the tops of his thigh. She could see all of him. Poor Mitzi didn't know what to do with that lovely cock. She wanted to do everything with it, put it everywhere on and in her body. For the moment her whole world was Matthew's cock.

Bending it down and squeezing, she milked out a drop of his precum. She carefully put his cockhead and its glistening jewel to her left nipple . She shuddered at the touch. Matthew uttered just two words, "Oh God."

She lifted his cock away. A glistening thread linked cock-head to nipple. It was too much for her, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

She'd wanted to do it since she'd first seen him loving himself with his hand. Now she had him, had his exquisite cock in her mouth. But she was a little frightened too. This would be the third time for her young stud. Mitzi didn't want it to end yet, not for along while.

She drew back and looked up at him, "Matthew, do you want me to do this just yet?"

He looked down at her and she knew what a stupid question it was. He grinned and said, "I think I might die if you didn't."

She sighed and opened her mouth to take him back in but he spoke again, "I was afraid you might have had enough."

"Enough Matthew? I doubt I could get enough of this."She gave his cock a squeeze. The shyness between them was fast breaking down and she added, "this'll be your third time. Can you keep up with me?"

"I managed nine times in one day once, just trying to see how often I could do it."

He'd not have told her that twenty-four hours earlier, Mitzi thought. She took his cock in her mouth again. Nine should be enough she thought, nine would be fine.

Mitzi had never managed to deep throat anyone but she loved a mouthful of cock. She could only manage half of Matthew. The other half was in her small hand. She slid her other hand round and grabbed a handful of young ass.

He loved it. That much was obvious from the grunts and gasps coming from above her. He couldn't help thrusting to meet her head bobs. Mitzi couldn'tbelieve the noise she was making as she struggled to keep up her tonguing and suckling. If the world could see her now! Matthew's cock hit the back of her throat and she found herself gagging. She pushed herself away from his cock.

"I'm sorry," he said as she struggled to control her reflexes, "Its just that ..."

She stared at the glistening delight, inches from her face and said, "Honey, it's okay, I'm loving this."

She opened her mouth and took him back switching to slow and gentle. Her lips gave only the lightest pressure as she bobbed her head back and forth along his length. She brought her hand round from his ass,gently hefting his balls. She played with them, feeling his pubic hair tickle her palm.

Suddenly he tensed, he was getting close. She tightened her lips, working her tongue on the undersideof his cock head. In seconds it seemed he was cryingout for her to 'Stop!' and 'Oh don't stop!' His sac contracted and became a tight bundle in her hand. His cock seemed to swell and lift. The first gush hit the roof of her mouth.

Mitzi was sucking and swallowing, trying to keep up. She loved it as jet after jet came from him. He slowed and finally stopped. Mitzi clung to his trembling thighs while the world geared down again.



They lay on the bed, on their sides, facing each other. Mitzi was beside herself with delight. This wonderful toy was hers, as long she wanted to play. The look on Matthew's face told her he was in his own heaven. His eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping.

"I never dreamt it was like this," he said.

"Some people never find out," she told him softly.

He opened his eyes and she saw them flick to her right nipple, which jutted from her bra pointing at him. As if in response to her silent wish he wriggled downthe bed until his face was level with her breast. His mouth enveloped her nipple. She moaned as her responses flowed south. She slid her hand between her legs, she was leaking alarmingly, delightfully.

Mitzi felt her arousal climbing again. Matthew suckled at her like a hungry puppy. He released her, touching her breasts with his fingers. She looked down and blinked. Her nipple and a mound of breast jutted from the bra's cut-out. The nipple was hugely swollen, glistening wetly with his saliva. His fingers traced her pale skin, circling the lace-edged opening. Time she thought, to play some more.

She got to her knees on the bed, urging Matthew onto his back. His cock had that lovely full look of a half erection. She moved down and knelt astride his feet.Leaning forward, taking her weight on her hands, she began teasing his cock with her nipples. Matthew put his hands behind his head, watching her at work.

His cock reared into full hardness. Mitzi wondered at his recovery rate. She'd never been with a man so young. She was getting some idea of how difficult life must be for a teen-aged male. No wonder he sat in his basement alone, dealing with his body's needs.

She needed it inside her too badly to tease him or herself any more. Moving awkwardly up him on her knees, she positioned her pussy above him and held his cock vertical. She pulled the thong to one side.

"Ready lover?" she asked him.

He nodded and she sank down onto him, all the way. Matthew sucked air in through his teeth, closing his eyes. Mitzi moaned as he speared up into her. Up and up until her ass settled on his thighs. She felt a flash of pain as the head of his cock bumped her cervix. She had all the cock she was built to take. She was filled full.

Mitzi did all the work. She knew her thighs would kill her next day but the joy of having that glorious thing to writhe on, to squirm on, to just simply, deliciously, joyously fuck on - she was in heaven. After three orgasms, Mathew had a little more staying power. The two of them fucked like they had forever.

All good things must end, and when his hands slid around her, gripping her ass, Mitzi knew Matthew's next climax was there for the asking.

"Lie still. Let me fuck you," she told him. Her thighs were protesting now but Mitzi didn't care. She just moved steadily up and down. Up till his cock-head was held by her labia, then down until her ass slapped his thighs.

Suddenly he stiffened, his control went. He began thrusting in time with her. His hands helped lift her and they helped slam her down onto him. Soon both were fighting to reach their own climaxes. Matthew's fight was a gasping, struggling thing. Despite the air conditioning, both were soon covered in a sheen of sweat.

Their orgasms blossomed a heart beat apart. Matthew's cock swelled inside her and her pussy answered him, clenching hungrily. He spurted and spilled into her. Mitzi collapsed, sobbing, on top of him. She was lost, just sobbing as her body spasmed. Matthew's body struggled under her, as he fought for breath.

Insatiable they might have been but sleep claimed them. Wet now with their loving, they lay nuzzled together like puppies.