Heather holds me tight until the very st of my waning spurts and beyond. My moans of passion quelled I sit in the dark staring down at the wet circle in my jeans where my slimy load was soaking through the denim. With the asmic high behind me I am hit with the full brunt of my humiliation. Cumming in your pants from a siroke of a single finger was no way to impress a woman. Fuck. Honey or no, that athetic!

  “Good boy.” Heather sighs, her lips brushing my neck as she spoke. She holds me close as down below her finger tio verrry lightly run up and down the softening shape of my penis. It all felt so nice. If only I could enjoy it. Sensing my shift she pulls her hand away from my dick to me up in both her arms. “Talk to me?”

  “I’m sorry.” I whisper.

  “Nooo.” Her embrace tightens around me, her warm body squeezing tight against my back. “Don’t say that. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She kisses my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby.”

  “It’s just…the honey…”

  “I know.” She pets me. “I know. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  Her soft words and softer touch soothe my wounded ego like nothing else could. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out, pushing the shame aivity out with the air.

  “You said…that happens with some honey boys?”

  “Mm hm.” She nuzzles and sucks at my shoulder. “I’ve never had it happen but my sister’s talked about it. Lily too. For some guys the honey seems to be extra potent.”

  “Oh.” I say. “I must be one of those guys, huh?”

  “Clearly.”

  “I, um, I usually st a long time.”

  I feel her lips smile against the skin of my shoulder. “You are so cute.” Kiss…kiss…kiss.

  “I’m serious. I’ve never cum that quick before.”

  “Me her.”

  “You her? Did you…?”

  She giggles softly. “Yes. I had an asm. A little one, but a good one.”

  “Really!?”

  “When my honey boy is feeling so good…mmm…I just ’t help myself.” Her left hand cups my ped massages it lightly. “Nobody’s ever made me climax that fast. Mmmm.” I was stunned. Stunned and weirdly fttered, even though I hadn’t done a damn thing but preja my pants. Being with Heather was so, so, SO different than any other woman I’d been close to. She hums and smooches and whispers. “What a man, mmmm.” Her nose glides up my ned into my hair as her caressing hands begin to explore my body once more. “Hmmmm.”

  The honey already had my flesh alive to every sensation but in my floaty afterglow the good feelings were magnified just that much more. Her hands, her body, her breath on my skin ure pleasure.

  “Ohhhh.”

  “That’s it. Let out all of your worries. I’ve got you no.” After a few lovely minutes of just petting me her right hand glides down my belly where it stops at my belt line. Her index fiaps the top button of my jeans. “May I?”

  I hadn’t a clue what she had in mind but there was only one answer. “Yes.”

  Reag around me she unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the fly and peels the denim away to reveal the soggy briefs beh. “Take off your clothes, Elliot.”

  I hesitate only long enough to run her words back through my mind to make sure I’d heard that right before I am pulling my pants and shorts down off my hips and legs. She lets me go so that I bend forward to remove my jeans, underwear and socks. As quick as I I am rexing bato her warm orso. She weles me back with yet an.

  My feet, legs and dick exposed to the cool air brings another rush of etion. I felt self-scious, as I always did being nude in front of a woman, but the way Heather held me erased aation. This just felt too good to dwell on anything bad. The pu smell of my seed fills the air. Her against my neck Heather take in long, deep sniffs to take it all in.

  There is a rustle behind me before Heather pulls a bright white regle of cloth to my front. It illowcase. Gently and affeately Heather begins to the jizz from my body. With the cloth over her hand she starts at the penis where she tenderly swipes my mess from my shaft and tip. The smooth texture of the case felt it was the gentleness of her touch that made this amazing. Totally still, totally silent, I watch the older woman my dick.

  “Mmm.” With finger and thumb she lifts my cock from out of the pillow case to hold it and study it. Though I’d just nutted my member was nearly at full size, just a bit squishy. “Mmmm.” ing her long fingers around it it nearly disappears in her enpassing grasp. It looked a lot bigger in Bir’s delicate hands. “Nice cock.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Mmm.” She gives it a light squeeze which makes it swell in her grip. “Hahhh, I do so love the feeling of a big co my hand.”

  Though I remain still my spirit recoils at her soft yet mog words. At five i my max and not particurly thick I knew damn well I wasn’t that I wasn’t big and I didn’t appreciate it being pointed out. My dick, responding to my deepest insecurities being stoked, palpably shrinks in her grip. “Please don’t tease me, Heather.”

  “Tease you?” As we spoke she slowly, gently massaged my manhood.

  “I know I’m not big, okay? You don’t have to lie.”

  “Elliot.” She s. “Who told you that?”

  “Bir.” I say, my voice hushed. “But I already knew I was small.”

  “You are not small, Elliot.” She says. “You’ve got a big cock.” She gives me a slow squeeze and a stroke. “A big, beautiful, beefy cock. A man’s cock. Long…thick…powerful…mmmm.”

  “Heather…”

  “Elliot.” She cuts me off before I could protest. “Do you remember I told you about the geidition that runs in my family?”

  “Um, yeah. Of course.”

  “Part of that dition, at least for some of us, involves a, erm, smaller than average vagina.”

  “What?”

  “My pussy’s small, baby.” She chuckles. “I know you wouldn’t know it to look at me. Big broad like me with a tight little snatch.”

  “You’re not big. You’re…perfect.”

  “Sweet man.” Ever so daintily she ys my penis to the opposite side from the smeared cum. Taking the pillowcase she start daubing and wiping the jizz from out of my pubes and off my skin. “Big, small, iween. It’s not just the dick but the woman handling it. It’s all retive. So when I say that you’ve got a big cock, I do mean it.”

  “Um, huh.”

  Pausing her iher leans out to look me in the eyes. I turn my head to meet her gaze. “Elliot. Don’t you ever let anybody make you feel small, okay?”

  “Um…okay.” I whisper, bewitched by her beauty in the moonlight.

  She brushes the back of her fingers ay cheek. “Promise me?”

  “I…um…I promise I won’t feel small. Not anymore. Never again. I promise.”

  With a proud smile she gives me a nod. Shifting back she pulls me into herself and finishes ing my load. She folds the pillow case as it to the side, likely keeping it nearby ‘just in case’, theurns to caressing my body. Now she had much more bare flesh to work with. It felt…amazing.

  In a sort of pleasure haze I rest back against her a her have her way with me. “Heather?”

  “Mm?”

  “I think there’s somethiween us.” I say. “You must feel it.”

  “Is there something in my pocket or am I just happy to see you?”

  I ugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

  She chuckles then sucks at my shoulder. “The pillows bunched up when you were squirming around.” Her hands lightly stroke up my thighs. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  Worry? Ohhhh! Under her tender affes I hadn’t a care in the world.

  “Hah!” I gasp as her right hand drifts from my thigh over to my balls. With the tips of her fingers and thumb she oh so delicately strokes, strokes, strokes my sensitive s. “Ohhhh, !”

  “Mmm.” She hums as she watches my cock surge back to full arousal. Being very careful not to touch my dick, probably worried about my honey induced hair trigger, she keeps all her attention focused on my testes and the area around my groin. This just kept feelier! “Elliot?”

  “Mmm?”

  “May I ask you a personal question?”

  “You’ve literally got me by the balls, ask away.”

  She ughs and gives my freshly emptied nuts a soft squeeze. “I guess I do, don’t I. Elliot, did you and Bir ever…experiment?”

  “Experiment?”

  “Try different things?” Her fingers begin to migrate lower, from the front of my s to below.

  “Like what things?”

  “Stuff.” She nips at my shoulder. “Butt stuff. Giving or…” Her iion rises. “…receiving?”

  “Receiving?”

  “Mmm. It be very pleasurable for men, so I’ve heard.” Her other hand cws up my leg. “Do you own any toys, Elliot?”

  “What?”

  “Do you have a dildo to suck or….hrmmmm…fuck? Hahhh.” Her hot breath washes ay shoulder. “You tell me, Elliot.”

  “I’m not, um, gay, Heather.”

  She giggles and rubs her thumb across the shaft of my rock hard dick thes it go to let it wobble bad forth before stopping again at 12 o’clock. “I kinda figured that out, handsome man. You don’t think I see the way you look at me? And what’s that got to do with my question?” Her middle firays from my package to glide down my taint where it begins to rub, rub, rub. “It’s a simple question. Do you enjoy anal, Elliot?”

  “No.” I reflexively reply even though the truth was I’d ried it, her giving nor receiving. It just seemed so…dirty! The instant I say that her fingers glides back up again to return to massaging my plums.

  “Mmm.” She hums with a tinge of disappoi. “That’s too bad.”

  “Why…um…do you ask?”

  “Curiosity.” She says, her long middle fiapping against my left nut. “We’ve already crossed a couple of lines I didn’t expect to. Sihis was your st taste, well, I thought you might want to…” She press her lips into my shoulder for another lingering kiss. “Hmmm. Let’s just say that I’ve heard it from good authority that what my honey does to a man’s prostate is…intense.”

  “Intense?” I whisper.

  “How did Alexander put it? Something about the force of a thousand suns.” She chuckles. “But you’d probably have to enjoy butt stuff in the first pce to enjoy it.” She says as her fingers drag bay thigh to joiher hand in my full body caress. “I was only curious.”