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Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 40
🕑 Added 2018-06-27 19:20:44 +0000 UTC Since nothing's happened on the futon yet I could put another chapter up here. Enjoy.You slowly pull down the thin zipper at the back of Jeremy's dress. Ziiiipppppp. All the way down to the small of his back. You slide your hands through the open space to feel his warm soft bare back. God you've been waiting for this. Your left hand grips him around his narrow waist. He sighs as you gradually bring your right hand up his spine. You could feel that he had no bra on, he didn't need one of course but you weren't sure if you would find one or not. Your hand continues upward, eventually sliding in under his silk scarf to cup your thick fingers around the back of his neck. Reaching up with you fingers you begin playing with the sensitive hairs at his nape.
Once your buckle had been released Jeremy's thin hands tuck up under your shirt and slide up your body, his fingers combing through your body hair and sending shivers down your spine. Your faces were just inches apart. You could feel his breath on your lips and nose. You stare at him, admiring his stunning beauty. Your dainty delicate boy. As precious and pretty as any girl you'd ever seen.
His need for you to take control was being overwhelmed by his youthful lustful impatience. His hands continue their upward motion. The crooks of his arms forcing the bottom of your shirt upward. With a smile and gentle kiss to his lips you pull your hands back from him and raise your arms, allowing him to peel your shirt from you. Your thick bare torso now exposed to the rapidly warming air. He snakes his fingertips and palms back down your body as he looks at you with naked desire. You could see the struggle within him as his breath hastens and his eyes scan down your fire silhouetted body. He was trying to slow down, to hold back, but you knew his nineteen year old hormones were getting the better of him. He grasps onto you, thrusting against you. Pleading noises come from him. There was an almost pained look on his face as he looks up at you desperately.
Time to slow things down a bit. Time to give Jeremy what he's wanted all along.
Cupping his head in both your hands you give him a long tender kiss. His needy body presses into you as his hands claw at your back. Your lips smack as you pull away. You whisper to him. “Shhh, slow down sweetie.”
He nods rapidly and tries to forcibly calm himself. You feel him tremble. You kiss again. Long and tender once more. His soft lips pressing into yours, both of you leaning in toward the other. The crackle and pop of the fire the only noise, the wavering orangish light fading to darkness around you and giving this moment a romantic dreamlike feeling. As you part once more he looks up at you with a special love that was ever deepening.
You continue in your soft voice. “Jeremy, I love you. I will always protect you and I will never hurt you, do you understand?”
He nods again, his worshipful eyes locked on yours. “I love you.” He sighs so softly only you could hear it. There is a noise from the futon but you ignore it.
You say. “I'm going to tied you up now sweetie...”
“Ohhhh!” He can't contain the soft moan that escapes him. You feel his soft slender frame tremble again. You brush your fingers across his cheek.
“...and then I'm going to put your mask on you.” He practically swoons, you reach down and hold him around his waist. “You'll be helpless. At my mercy. You won't even be able to give me a safe word. But I promise, I will never hurt you my sweet boy. Never.” You see in those wide beautiful blue eyes that he believed you with all his soul. You ask. “Do you trust me?”
“Ohhh...yes! YES!” He moans, thunderstruck by the words coming from you. “I trust you.” He says softly. “I love you.” His hands slide up and grip your pecs.
The pair of you embrace again, another deep kiss. Your senses are awash in is feminine sounds and tastes and smells. You hum and moan into each other's mouths. You hear another moan from the futon and another clink of bottle on glass then the sounds of the bottle emptying. Claire tries to speak but Poppy hushes her. You had to hand it to Poppy, she was keeping Claire quiet. You appreciated that, this moment was for you and your boy. You continue to block the girls out for now. Your entire attention was only on one place.
Reaching in behind him you pull his dress out and then down over his shoulders. He moves to make it easy for you. Keeping your hands on it you lower it down, stopping briefly to kiss the soft skin of his abdomen. He shivers as you do so. You continue to the floor and he steps out of the dress. Standing back up you carefully fold the dress in half and lay it over a nearby chair. Turning back to him you see his pale flesh illuminated by the flickering firelight. He now only wore pale green thigh high stockings, the jade earrings, lacy blue panties, and of course the scarf. You smile as you see the tight bulge pressing out the front of his panties, the wetness of his precum soaking through at the tip. He was worked up to say the least.
You just stand once more to admire him. By God he was a vision! The loving smile on your face telling him that you were savoring the sight. It was hard to tell in this light but you swear you see a deep blush come to his cheeks. He straights up and proudly stands before you all. The girls are utterly silent as they watch.
Stepping forward you grab one end of the scarf and slowwwwwly pull it back. The loop around his neck gradually tightens. Jeremy closes his eyes and opens his mouth to let out a long breath as he delights in the sensation, his face turns upward slightly. The loop tightens just briefly before the slick fabric begins to slide over his smooth skin. It slithers and flows around his slender neck, the other end creeping up his chest as you continue to pull. The loop comes apart as the far end of it comes around to the front then slips noiselessly off of his shoulder. You now hold your gift to him in your hands. He slowly opens his eyes again and lets out another long breath, a big smile on his lovely face.
“Put your arms behind your back.” You say with a smooth firm voice.
He does so with no hesitation. You step up to him. “Turn around.” He does so. You kiss his soft shoulder as you wrap the scarf snugly around and between both his wrists. He tilts his head to the side, inviting you on. You take the invitation, kissing up his shoulder then sucking lightly on this neck. His ultra-soft blonde hair brushes against your cheek.
“Ohhhhh.” He sighs.
You tighten the scarf enough to ensure he had no hope of escape but not so much as to cut off circulation, and then you tie it off. Having been a boy scout you knew a few things about knots. You secure it. There was still a couple feet of scarf left over which you allow to glide to the floor. It moves like and glistens like mercury as it falls. You could hear and feel that his breathing had picked up again. Soft moans continue to escape his glossy pink lips. “Ohhhh...ohhhh Dad...ohhhhhh...”
“Turn around.” You tell him. He obeys and turns back to face you. “Can you get out?”
He tries, wriggling his arms a bit as he attempts to free himself. He finally shakes his head. “No sir.”
You nod satisfactorily. Leaning down you give his chest a quick little kiss. “You are so beautiful.” You smile. You could feel his spirit swell at your honest praise of him. Reaching up you remove his earrings, each time giving the edge of his ear and then his lobe a little suck and a nibble. You didn't want the earrings to get caught on the mask. You set them aside.
Finally you get to Jeremy's “favorite”. Reaching down you pick up the black leather head harness-blindfold-ballgag combo. Standing right up against him you kiss then lick his right ear then whisper. “Ready?”
He nods quickly. He was more than ready!
His wide blue eyes are locked on yours as you pull the mask down over his head. You smile and mouth the words “I love you” one last time before he couldn't see any longer. You secure the gag into his willing mouth. You check every strap and section to makes sure it was sitting right. Then you finally pull and buckle the strap under the chin. Unsurprisingly the thing was already perfectly fitted for his head. You hear his rapid breathing through his flaring nostrils.
Your big rough hands slide down his firm yet soft slender torso. You take some time to appreciate the feel of him. You let your thumbs brush roughly across his stiff little pink nipples. He moans into the gag. “Mmm...”
Your hands then continue down. Pulling out the upper edge of his panties to start to remove them you watch as his diamond hard cock springs out and up. It stands straight and firm as a flagpole. You notice it first on your thumbs, you look to see the interior of his underwear and the crown of his dick was a mess of copious amounts of precum. God this kid had gotten so worked up!
You step to the side and slide your left hand around his narrow shoulders. Your right reaches down and firmly grasps the shaft of his cock. “My, my, my boy! Aren't you exci....”
“MMMMMMPH!” Jeremy moans loudly. You feel his dick flex and spasm as he shoots a massive wad of cum straight up into the air, the height it achieved was crazy!
He continues to moan, both in passion and deep embarrassment and disappointment. “MMMmmmm...mmmmmm...” He hums.
The poor kid, this had all just been too much for him. The long build up, all of his kinks happening at once, and his hormones running wild had given him a hair trigger. You remembered what it had been like at his age. You remembered this feeling.
You pull his head into your shoulder, cradling it to you, as you firmly yet gently stroke his meat with the other hand. You say into his ear. “Good boy, that's a good boy. Cum for me sweetie. That's it. Such a good boy.”
“Mmmmph...mmmmph...mmmmmmmmph...” He shoots rope after rope of sticky jizz, much of it hitting his belly and much of its warm gooeyness running down over your hand. His hips buck as he continues to erupt.
You hear a brief scoff from the couch and you shoot Poppy a glare that could melt iron. She bites her lips and shuts right up, she nods in understanding. Her guilty eyes issue an apology. Claire was just agog at what she was witnessing. You turn your attention back.
You continue to stroke your boy, both physically and emotionally. “Good boy. Oh my, you were excited weren't you? Goooood boy.”
With a sad mournful little groan he nods his head. “Mmm.” He probably felt like he'd ruined his big moment. You continue to hold his head to your shoulder and caress him with a gentle petting hand. “Don't worry sweetie. We're not done, okay? You don't want to be done, do you?”
He shakes his head no. You hear him let out a sigh of relief and lean into you, allowing you to just hold him in his enveloping afterglow. You lean your head down to rest it on his, continuing to hold him close. Keeping him in your supportive loving hug a long time. He nuzzles and relaxes against you, absolutely content in the loving safety of your warm embrace.
You finally turn your head and whisper to Poppy. “Could you get me a wet cloth?”
She smiles a heartfelt little smile and nods. Without a word she gets up and wets a fresh hand towel at the kitchen sink, wrings it out, and brings it back to you. You take it from her and give her a nod of thanks. She is looking at her happy brother nestled against you and her kind smile only widens. She sits down once more beside her mother who was draining the last of her cup. One bottle down already.
Cloth in hand you clean up your messy boy. You are careful and gentle with him. He quivers as the cold wet towel makes contact with his warm skin. Wiping softly across his tight belly and around his cock and balls you clean him up. He lets out a sweet happy sound as he feels you look after him. He continues to lean into you, allowing you to support his weight.
“Good boy. Stand up straight now.” You say. He takes just a moment to savor your embrace then stands back straight. You take his soiled panties and pull them down off of him. He helpfully steps out of them and you toss them to the side. “Kneel down.” You order. He gets down on one knee then rests down on his other. “Now sit back.” You order. He sits back, his butt coming to rest between his feet.
Using the cloth you dab up some of the big blotches of cum on the rug, and of course clean off your hand, then you set the cloth to the side.
You then kneel down in front of him and look him over. Lithe, lean, smooth, pale, soft, and oh so beautiful. You had to admit that you missed that soft hair and those azure eyes, but he wanted the mask so you'd let him wear it for now. His dick hung still at half mast. You knew at his age it wouldn't be long before he was ready to go again. The object of your desires knelt there before you. Ready to be used however you wished.
As you look him over you feel a tension rising within you. You knew you wanted to push your boundaries. To try new things. And you had a willing partner right here just waiting for you. But how far would you go?
