Well, after we had that encounter in the park, the next day when reality at what we had done set in I wondered how it would affect us as mates etc. We all turned up at the same hangouts we normally did. We cracked on as though nothing had happened and I thought we would let the encounter slide on into the past and not occur again. I was a bit sheepish and a bit embarrassed.

We had a brief moment and he said he wanted to see me after and talk about what happened.

I naturally assumed it was to say what the fuck happened last night and it won’t happen again kind of vibes. How wrong was I?

Far from forgetting about it he was talking about a timetable when his folks were out and we could go and fuck about in his room. I was stunned to say the least. The thought of holding that beast again was exciting but I wasn’t sure if I wanted a full time hornball. I said we would talk later, on the way home.

We ended up at the same spot as before and before anything was said he had whipped out his cock. I thought this talk is going well. C’mon he said just a quick rub and then we can talk. Despite my initial reluctance he guided my hand onto his cock and began to rub and grind.

I thought it would be best to pump him out and then we could lay some ground rules about when and where.

I started to take control and was wanking him off with my left hand. He was used to tossing right handed so it felt good and he was moaning and grinding. I got behind him and started thrusting into his arse as I pulled back. He liked that a lot. I could feel his cock starting to swell even more and this was the sign he was gonna blow and blow he did. Shot out a jet about 3 feet or so onto the grass. 2nd spasm about a foot then dribbles. His legs buckled slghtly although the force of the jizz no wonder. My hand was once again covered in his love juice.

He said he wanted to fuck me and he wanted me to blow him off. He also wanted to jizz over my face. I said there was no way that he was gonna stick that pole up my hole. As for blow job I didn’t really know too much about them and the thought of kissing his monster was a bit scary to say the least. Rubbing him off was my limit at that time.

A few days later I called round to his house and we were alone. He produced a pair of frilly pants which he had purloined from his older sister. He said we had a couple of hours where we wouldn’t be disturbed and could do some mutual rubbing. He asked if I would wear the pants. Naturally I said I would. I had on a t shirt and these knickers. He quickly got naked and was slobbering over my neck and rubbing my titties telling me how sexy I was. I was hard too. He slipped his dick between my legs and began pumping along my prostate area and poking my balls. It felt great.

He knew he was onto a winner. He slipped his dick inside the knickers whilst starting serious rhythm and speed. I closed my legs and tried to clamp his cock tight, the sensation was fantastic and within a couple more pumps I had filled my knickers with jizz, my knees buckled but he gripped my hips and was calling me dirty names and 3 or 4 thrusts later he emptied into my panties too.

I could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled my pants.

What a mess that was, my cock and balls were covered. I loved it and thought this is the way to go.

He accepted that anal was not on the cards, but hopefully a facial or a blow job in the future.

I told him I would like to wear stockings and suspenders and high heels if we were gonna meet again. Yes we did meet again and we progressed. I was becoming a real sissy.

Luv

Dee