Big Boy's Birthday Present
Hello again, everyone. Bet you're surprised to have heard from me again so soon. Anyway, one thing you should know about me is I like furry web-comics, and amng those I read is Dutch's "Misty the Mouse". Among it's cast, one of the most amusing to me was Hispanic cat, Whitney. I was particularly surprised however, to find that, despite her emphasized libido, there was little to no erotic works featuring her. After considering this for some time, I decided to write one featuring her myself. However, while my creative juices were flowing, I didn't want to show unintended disrespect to Dutch by using his characters without permission. So, after writing this story, I sent him a copy and asked if I had his okay to post it. This was several months ago. But finally he has gotten back to me and given me his permission.
For the record, all characters herein are creations of Dutch and have no official connection to me whatsoever. This is only for my own amusement, and yours. As such, this story is NON-CANONICAL and not connected to the developing story of Misty the Mouse.
Hope you all enjoy the story and be sure to leave your comments below.
Big Boy's Birthday Present
(A Misty the Mouse Fan Story)
It was a beautiful day as Cot pulled his car into the driveway. As he exited the door, he took a moment to look up at the sky and take it in.
Not a bad day for a birthday, he thought.
As of yet, the day had been uneventful. His parents were out of town on business and had only been able to wish him a happy 18th birthday over the phone. Meanwhile, his sister was at a sleepover, having given him a gift card and her well wishes before she left. As for his Uncle Lyle, he had made no effort to contact Cot. While he loved his uncle, he wasn't very surprised.
Still, he wasn't bothered. He was fine with spending his birthday by himself. He figured the day could be spent chilling with video games and pizza. Or at least he'd thought so before Misty called. Around noon, she had called him up asking if he could help her move a new piece of furniture she had bought. If it had been anyone else, he would have told them he was busy. However, as it was Misty, he told her he would be right over.
Back when he was younger, he had had the hugest crush on Misty, admiring her wide hips and generous breasts. Unfortunately, this came to a head when she found him one day masturbating in her laundry room... with one of her bras on his head. The scenario was obvious to her and she was mortified. For a while after that, Cot thought she hated him. But after a short time, Misty realized she'd overreacted and made it clear that she didn't hate him. To be fair, he himself realized that he should've been more discreet.
Since then, they had continued to be good friends, leaving what had happened buried. These days, he had moved past his attraction to older, curvy women, feeling it was better to seek out a girl his own age. As of yet, attempts had be unsuccessful, but he was patient.
Walking away from his car, he approached Misty's front porch. This house was different from the one the "incident" had occurred, slightly bigger with a much larger backyard. As he ascended the steps he saw a paper sign taped on the front door. "Go around to back door. Side gate unlocked," it said. Deciding not to question it, Cot walked left the porch and walked around to the side gate. On entry, he proceeded to walk the path and go around the corner.
"SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Cot found himself staggering back a few feet, having expected neither the crowd of people before him nor their loud exclamation. In front of him stood several people he knew gathered around a picnic table. First and foremost, there was Misty, wearing her lovely purple dress. Next to her was her fox friend, Maggie. At the opposite end of the table were his Uncle Lyle and his honey badger band-mate, Honei. Scattered amongst them were a few of his guy friends from school. Spread out on the table was a number of gift-wrapped parcels, with a big birthday cake in the middle. A nearby grill was slowly cooking, as weighted birthday balloons were scattered around the yard.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COT!!!!!!!!!!" the crowd cried out.
It took a moment for Cot to catch his breath from the shock. However, shock was soon replaced by joy, taking in the sight before him.
"Gee guys," he said, "thanks. But next time, spare me the heart attack, ok?"
"Haha," his uncle laughed, turning to Honei. "Told ya he'd freak. You owe me ten bucks." Honei simply rolled her eyes.
"Lyle told us your birthday was coming," said Misty, "so we wanted to throw you a little surprise. I hope you like it."
"Hell yeah," Cot replied. He turned to his uncle. "I thought you'd forgotten."
"As if I'd forget my favorite nephew's birthday," said Lyle. "Now let's get this party started!"
On cue, Honei turned to a nearby stereo and turned it on. Within moments, Cot was mixed with his friends swinging to the beat. As they danced, Lyle manned the grill, topping it with burgers and dogs.
Misty had to say she was rather proud of Lyle this time. Back in the day, Lyle was lucky if he could remember what day of the week it was. So she was surprised when he had come to her for help in planning a surprise party for Cot. Then again, he and his nephew had always been close, even if issues occasionally arose. Overall, Misty was happy with the results. As such, she was prepared to enjoy herself along with the others, certain that nothing else would require attention.
Meanwhile, that same afternoon, Whitney found herself driving to Misty's house. Misty had come into possession of some fashion magazines and Whitney had asked to borrow them. Having finished perusing them, Whitney was now on her way to give them back.
Chica should be home at dis hour, she thought. Perhaps she has some free time to spend.
As Whitney pulled into Misty's driveway, she found a strange car also parked there. Regardless, she paid it little mind and headed towards the porch. Before she could even see the sign, however, she heard voices and music coming from the backyard. Going through the side gate and coming around the back, Whitney was surprised to see a party in full swing. Spotting Misty among the group, she approached her, magazines in her arms.
"Oh, Chica!" she called.
On hearing these words, Misty turned to her friend. A look of pleasant surprise came to her face. "Oh, hey Whitney," she said. "I wasn't expecting you today."
"So I see," Whitney replied. "I came to return deez magazeens to you. Why deed you not tell me joo were throween a fiesta?"
"Well, it was a bit short notice. It's for Lyle's nephew Cot. It's his birthday." With these words, she pointed to the young cat, who was chatting with his friends.
As Whitney turned her eyes in his direction, she found herself immediately captivated by what she saw. It had been awhile since Whitney had seen Cot in person. In these years, Cot had grown much. He was much taller, about the same height as Misty. Though he lacked a body builder's physique, he was certainly in good shape. But his most outstanding feature was certainly his handsome face, filled with enough warmth to melt any girl's heart.
"Ooooh, what a cutie," Whitney remarked, her body tingling with attraction. "How old ees the birthday boy?"
"Eighteen," Misty replied.
Eighteen?_Whitney thought. _As een, legal?
"Well," she said, "hees girlfriend ees very lucky to have such a preetty boy. Why ees she not here?"
"Sadly, he hasn't had one. I guess he just hasn't found the right girl yet."
Whitney almost couldn't believe it. A single, handsome, eighteen year old virgin? Even though she had first known him as a child, such things were trivial to a sexually experienced woman like her. And it had been so long since she had had a conquest so full of youth. In her mind, the possibilities here were too good to pass up. Already she was forming a plan of seduction.
"Well then," she said, "perhaps I should wish him a happy birthday myself. Joo don't mind eef I join dee partee, do joo?"
"No, you enjoy yourself," Misty replied. "Just try to behave, alright."
Whitney gave her friend a wide grin. "I make no promeeses." With that, she walked away, contemplating how to win her prize.
So far since arriving, Cot had been having a pretty decent birthday. He had been truly touched that his friends had gone through all this effort. All of his gifts had been pretty awesome and the cake was delicious. This certainly beat video games and pizza at home, that was for sure.
After some time throwing back a few sodas, nature called and led him to Misty's bathroom. After a few minutes, he finished and made his way back to the party. On reaching the back door though, he suddenly found his path blocked.
"Well, eef eet eesn't dee birthday boy. So nice to see joo again."
In Cot's way stood a large, black and white cat. She wore a red T-shirt and tight jeans. A few gold bracelets adorned her wrists. He found his eyes being drawn to her ample bosom, which was straining against her shirt. Though he was trying to focus on girls his own age, he still couldn't help admiring a woman's assets. Racking his memory, he remembered that the woman before him was Whitney, a friend of Misty's.
"Hey there, Miss Whitney," he said. "I didn't know you'd been invited."
"Oh, I just happened to drop by," she said, leaning against the door frame.. "So, are joo enjoying jour party?"
"Yeah, it came as a complete surprise."
"I'm glad. So, how have joo been seence I last saw joo?"
"Things have been pretty good. I'm doing well in school so far and I've got a decent paying job. Overall, I can't complain."
"Dat's good to hear, cutie." Having wrapped him in their conversation, she decided to set her trap. "I don't suppose joo would be eenterested een makeen some extra money, den?"
Her question piqued his interest. "That depends," he said. "What would I be doing?"
"Well," she continued, "joo see, I spend a great deel of time workeen at dee restaurant. As such, eet keeps me from enjoyeen my days off because I have to spend that time cleaneen my house. So I would be very pleased eef someone would come and take care of eet for me so I could have a free day. Are joo eenterested?"
Though Cot couldn't have known, this was an outright lie. Whitney had plenty of time to clean her house and enjoy her day. But she wasn't going to let him know that. She needed some pretext to get him to her house.
"Well," he replied, "I have the day off tomorrow, but I don't know..."
"Pleeeease, beeg boy," she begged, clasping her hands together and leaning forward into his face. She gave him a pair of pouty eyes. "I could really use dee help. I'll even throw een a free deener into dee bargain."
Cot had already been considering taking the job just for the extra cash, but the free dinner was the icing on the cake that sealed the deal. "Well," he said, "I guess it would be wrong to turn down such a generous offer. Alright, Miss Whitney. I accept your offer."
"Oh, wonderful, Darleeng," she replied, gushing with joy. She took out a piece of paper with an address on it and handed it to him. "Meet me here tomorrow at two o'clock." She rubbed her hand under his chin. "I better get goeen. I look forward to seeing joo."
With that, she turned around and headed out the door. As she walked, Cot couldn't help but stare at her backside as it swayed back and forth like two luscious melons. Realizing what he was doing, he shook his head to clear his mind. He had to remember such ideas did him no good and that he needed to find a more realistic object of affection. Holding Whitney's address in his hand, he folded it up and placed it in his pocket. Putting thoughts of tomorrow on hold, he proceeded to rejoin his friends and continued to enjoy his party.
Meanwhile, Whitney made her way back to her car, contemplating how she would achieve her lustful goal the next day. Enjoy jour party, beeg boy,_she thought. _Because tomorrow, Mama weel give joo a present joo'll never forget.
The next day, Cot found himself driving to Whitney's house. On his way, he couldn't help wondering what the day would entail. I wonder what kind of money I'll make today, he thought. Usually, he'd spend a Sunday very lacksadaisy, but the prospect of earning extra cash was always enticing; to say nothing of a free dinner.
Within time, Cot found himself pulling up to the address that was given to him. Like Misty's, this house was different from the one Whitney used to have. It was a nicely sized one-story house with a big front lawn. Pulling into the driveway, Cot exited his car and headed for her front porch. Sensing déjà vu, he almost expected to find another paper note taped to the door. However, no message was to be seen as he lightly tapped on the door. Within a few moments, the door was opened. However, as Cot turned to greet Whitney, he found himself tongue-tied.
Standing in the doorway was indeed Whitney, but in attire that Cot was not expecting. Whitney stood there in nothing but a comfortable looking purple bathrobe with lavender frills along the edge. Said bathrobe fit snug against her curves, her cleavage nicely emphasized in their confinement.
"Well, hello, beeg boy," she said smiling. "Nice to see joo found the place."
Shaking himself out of his stupor, Cot returned the smile. "Uh, yeah," he stammered. "No trouble at all."
"Well, come on een, sugar," she said.
As Whitney stepped back, Cot crossed the threshold. He found himself stepping into an average looking living room, with all the various pieces of furniture that go with it.
"So, Miss Whitney," he said, "would you like me to start inside or outside?"
Whitney giggled. "Oh, no outside work today, cutie," she said. "Today I need joo to just geeve everythineen a good dusteen and vacuum, with a leettle bit a disposal. And please, just call me Whitney."
"Alright Mi-... I mean, Whitney. Just show me your cleaning stuff and I'll get right on it."
"So eager. I like that." Once again, she scratched under his chin. "Dee cleaneen supplies are een dee keetchen closet. Eef joo need anytheen, joo let me know."
With these words, she sauntered back to her room. Again, Cot couldn't help his eyes darting to her rear, tightly wrapped within her robe. After a moment, he got back on track and began the task ahead of him.
The hours quickly rolled by for Cot. Throughout the afternoon, he found himself dusting off various knick knacks around the house, only to vacuum the dust up after another go around. During this time, Whitney would regularly check up on him to see how he was coming along. She occasionally brought him a drink and would chat with him during breaks. This reminded him how he would help Misty around her house.
By the time he was finished, it was already five o'clock. As he finished mopping up the kitchen floor, Whitney was putting the final touches on dinner. "Eet weel be ready een an hour," she said, putting it in the oven. "While eet cooks, Cot, would joo mind helpeen me weeth one last chore een my room, please?"
"Sure thing, Whitney," he responded, heading to her bedroom.
As he walked away, a mischievous grin came to Whitney's face. Now dat I have him here, eet's time to spring dee trap, she thought. Slowly, she followed close behind him.
Passing through the door, Cot took in the layout of the room. To one side was a dresser with a mirror on top, a few drawers ajar from clothes sticking out. On the other side were two doors; one open leading to another bathroom, the other to what he assumed was a closet. In the very middle, against the back wall, was a giant bed with a headboard with metal rails going up and down along it. It was covered with a thin lavender comforter and white sheets. Next to the bed against the wall was a small nightstand with a lamp.
As Cot stepped in and inspected the room, Whitney entered behind him. Without him noticing, she closed the door behind her and locked it, placing the key in her robe pocket.
"So, Whitney, what did you need me for in here?" Cot asked.
"Well," she replied, "first off, I would like to thank joo for all jour hard work today. Joo are such a gentleman. Unlike that uncle of jours."
Cot gave her a knowing look. "Yeah, Misty told me about the 'date' incident."
Back when he and his sister were little, his uncle had accidently gotten Misty in trouble with the police. To get back at him, Misty and her now deceased husband Jules set up a blind date between Lyle and Whitney, knowing her personality would make him nuts. It worked, with his uncle being as rude to her as possible in response. It ended with her tossing her drink in his face and swearing at him as she left. Cot personally hoped he never made a woman that angry.
"Anyway," he continued, "it was no problem. I was happy to help out."
With these words, Cot noticed a seductive smile come across Whitney's face. Slowly, she walked towards him, causing him to back up towards the bed.
"Dat's good to hear," she said. "Eet's always good to see a handsome young man eager to help a senorita like myself. Dat being said, dere ees one last thing joo can help me weeth. Or rather, let me help joo weeth."
"What do you..." He started to say before his concentration wavered, watching her hands go to the sash that held her robe together. He observed as her fingers slowly untied it and allowed the strands to fall to her sides, leaving the tiniest of view of her curves.
"Seence it was jour birthday yesterday, I thought joo might like to unwrap my present."
Cot found himself speechless the second time that day as she grabbed each hem, pulling them apart revealing her form to the teenager in front of her. Under that robe, Whitney wore nothing but a matching pair of crimson bra and panties. In the very middle of the bra was tied a yellow bow.
"Whitney, I... I... this is..." Cot did his best to respond, but words failed him.
"What's wrong, handsome?" she asked, taking pride in his flustered state. She was an attractive woman at her age and she knew it. "Don't joo like jour present?"
"Whitney, I can't... we... there's just no..." He found his babble stop as the back of his legs hit against the end of the bed. As they did, the curvy senorita before him pressed herself against him, her breasts feeling firm against his shirt.
"C'mon, beeg boy," she replied, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I know joo want dis. I see dee desire een jour eyes. Let mama take care of joo." She began to close her eyes and lent forward to kiss him.
One part of Cot's brain was nearly salivating at the voluptuous woman before him. Meanwhile, another part of his brain felt this was wrong somehow and needed to stop. Unsure what else to do, Cot decided to make a brake for it. Without warning, he slipped from her grasp and tried to rush past her. Unfortunately, before he could make it to the door, he found himself held back by the back of his shirt collar.
"Oh, no, no, no, sugar," he heard Whitney say behind him. With a quick tug, she pulled him back to the edge of the bed. Before Cot could react, Whitney grabbed the bottom of his white T-shirt and pulled it over his head. While he tried to free himself, he found himself pushed forward with great strength, landing backwards onto the bed. "Joo don't get away dat easeely." Cot heard her walk to the nightstand and grab something off it. Before he could rise up, he found his hand gripped by another as something metal was wrapped around it. A second later, the other hand received the same treatment. As he tried to rise, he found his hands restrained against the bed's headboard. Within a moment, Cot felt hands pulling his shirt over his head and up his arms. His vision now unobscured, Cot looked up to see his hands handcuffed to one of the rails of the headboard.
"I thought doze cuffs would come een handy," remarked Whitney, standing next to the bed. She placed the key on the nightstand. "I peeked dem up from an offeecer I had some fun weeth at a peet stop." She grabbed him by the chin and made him look at her face. "I'm sorry, beeg boy. I hoped it wouldn't 'ave to come to thees, but joo left me no choice." She rubbed her hand across his chest. "I know deep down joo want dees. Joo just need a leetle... convinceen."
As Cot continued to struggle against the cuffs, Whitney walked back to the end of the bed. Standing before him, she pulled her robe down and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her red undergarments. Though Cot continued to struggle, he found himself distracted by the vision of beauty before him. Even at her age, Whitney had a body that continued to attract males everywhere.
"Seeing as how joo deed not open jour present," she continued, "I suppose I weel 'ave to open eet myself."
Smirking at her reluctant lover, Whitney placed her fingers in between the two cups of her bra. With a little fiddling, the clasp came undone, releasing her bosoms in all their large glory. Cot's struggles diminished as he openly stared at them, his mouth hanging open. Already he could feel a familiar tingling in his pants.
"Do joo like dee girls?" she asked, holding them up. "Dey just love to be played weeth. And eef joo like them, I theenk joo'll like my 'tweenkle cave'."
Continuing with her strip tease, Whitney turned her back to him and inserted her thumbs inside the hem of her panties. Sashaying her hips, she began to slowly pull them down, raising her rear to him as if in offering. As she did, Cot attempted to continue his struggles. After all, he was trying to move past this stuff, right? He wanted to focus on girls his own age, right? Right?!
As he attempted to convince himself he didn't want this, however, Whitney's panties finally fell to the floor, leaving him staring at her juicy behind. Slowly rising up, Whitney once again turned to face him. Now, standing before him, was Whitney, a gorgeous older woman in all her naked glory. Cot's struggles ceased once more as he found himself distracted, his erection only continuing to grow.
"Joo like what joo see?" she asked, posing with her hands behind her head. "Most men have." She stepped to the very edge of the bed. "Now, seence I've shown joo mine, eet's only fair joo show me jours."
Leaning forward, Whitney placed her hands at the front of his jeans. Undoing the button and zipper, she grabbed the hemline of both his pants and underwear by both hands and proceeded to pull them off.
"No, Whitney please... don't... I can't..." He stammered as he meekly attempted to struggle against the cuffs, offering one last pathetic attempt at resistance.
"Sssshhhhh," she whispered. "Don't fight eet. Let jourself enjoy dis." Within a moment, Cot was fully disrobed, bared naked for his captor to see. Taking in the sight of Cot's manhood at full mast, Whitney purred in delight. "Oh, cutie," she exclaimed, "joo weel please so many chicas weeth dees." She placed a hand over it and rubbed it up and down with her palm. An unbidden moan of pleasure escaped Cot's lips. "But tonight, eet weel be broken een by a woman."
Deciding that the time had come for the main event, Whitney climbed onto the bed and began to crawl over Cot's body. Cot could only look on flabbergasted as she slowly comes closer, her boobs swaying with each movement. Finally, Whitney was hovering over him, her face inches from his as her breasts pressed against his bare chest.
"Now relax, beeg boy," she whispered. "Eet's time for jour present." She brushed a hand against his cheek. "Let mama make joo a man."
Grabbing Cot by his shoulders, Whitney forces her lips to his in a kiss. For a moment it was chaste, before she began to press her tongue against his mouth for entry. Overcome by the passion emanating from her, Cot gave in to her. Within seconds, her tongue was exploring his mouth. As instinct began to muddle his mind, Cot soon began moving his own tongue alongside hers.
Cot had little time to take this in, as a new sensation was fast approaching. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Whitney's pussy hovering over his manhood and slowly beginning its descent. Too distracted by the kiss, Cot was unable to decide what course of action to take. All desire of resistance was speedily leaving him. Within a moment it was out of his hands, as he felt the tip of his penis slowly push its way into her womanhood.
"Ooooooh jeeeeeessssss," she moaned, breaking the kiss and closing her eyes as she descended upon her captive. "Young and theeck; just how I like eet."
As he continued to part her folds, Cot was filled with a level of warm euphoria he had never before experienced. Self-stimulation was nothing compared to what he felt right now. As he finally filled her to the brim, it took everything he had not to release right there.
Before he could enjoy this new sensation, however, he suddenly found Whitney was lifting her pussy off of him. Once again, it hung enticingly over his throbbing erection. Though only moments ago he had begged to be set free, already he missed to feel of her vaginal embrace. Whitney looked into his eyes and gave him a sultry smile.
"Now that joo have had a taste," she said, "I weel give joo a chance to decide what happens next. Eef joo don't weesh to conteenue, I weel stop right now." She leaned in close to his ear. "Do joo want me to stop?"
As Cot laid there beneath her, his mind was so filled with mixed emotions of bliss and stupor that he could barely form a coherent thought. As the two emotions battled, however, it was clear which one was winning. Even so, he could only drawl out a single word.
"...no..." he whispered.
"Do joo want me to conteenue?" she whispered even softer.
This time, as he stared at her with desire, he managed to force out two words. "...yes... pleeeease..."
Needing no further consent and without any warning, Whitney once again plunged herself onto the young feline. Rather than string it out, Whitney had chosen to simply run her lover ragged. It had been awhile since she'd had an untapped youth in her bed, and she needed to allow her pent-up desires to run their course unrestrained. With motions at speeds not expected of a woman her age, she continued to stimulate him, driving her hips up and down.
Having lost himself to the ecstasy, Cot soon began to match her rhythm. As he thrust upward, he took notice of her breasts bobbing back and forth along his body. If not for his restrained hands, he would be latching onto them like a child with its favorite toy.
"Oh, Whitney... ooooh, so good..." he cried.
"That's eet, beeg boy," she moaned in reply. "Oooooh, just like dat. Don't stop."
"Oh god... ride me, Whitney... make me a man... oooooh..."
As much as they both wanted this moment to last forever, everything good has its eventual end. As Cot continued to thrust, he began to feel a sensation he was all too familiar with. Knowing such a force could not be stopped, he attempted to warn Whitney.
"Oooooh, Whitney... I can't... I'm gonna..."
Knowing what was coming, Whitney smiled and held him down by his arms, picking up further speed. "Aaaah, don't 'old back, beeg boy! Feel me up, joo stud! Geeve me everytheen joo 'ave!"
As both continued to moan in ecstasy, pressure within them continued to build. Finally, with one final downward thrust from Whitney, both were brought to a bursting climax. Clamped within her snatch, Cot released his seed deep inside as she threw back her head in bliss. Both gave cries that rang through the house.
Whitney, finally coming down from her sexual high, slowly let herself fall, draping herself over her young lover. Cot paid her weight no mind, taking delight in her nude embrace. For a few minutes, all either of them could do was pant in weariness. As Whitney regained her strength, she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the key to the cuffs. Reaching past Cot, she proceeded to release him from the bed post. Having freed her still panting captive, she rolled off him and took a place beside him on the bed, while he rubbed his wrists.
"So, beeg boy," she said, rubbing a hand against his chest, "deed joo like jour birthday present?"
Still panting, Cot turned his head to face her. "Best... present... EVER..." he forced out between breaths.
Whitney giggled at his response. "Dat's good, cutie." She took one of his hands and gently rubbed his wrist. "I'm sorry about dee cuffs. Eet's been so long seence I've taught a young, handsome man the pleasures of a woman. So when I heard joo were both legal and unattached, I couldn't pass up dee chance to... educate joo." She gestured to the cuffs laying on the bed. "I deedn't want to use dem, but I couldn't let joo run away; at least not weethout makeen joo realize what joo were turneen down. Can joo forgeeve me?"
Cot, having finally regained his breath, smiled at her. "Considering the result, I think I can overlook that." He turned his body on his side, giving her a suspicious look. "Be honest though, Whitney. Would you have stopped if I told you too?"
"Of course," she replied, looking slightly hurt that he even had to ask. "I am a seeductress, not a rapeest."
"Just checking," he said, his features softening. He wanted to assume that on his own, but then again, he'd heard things. He took her hand and squeezed it tenderly. "This was amazing, Whitney. Thank you."
Whitney smiled back. "Jour welcome, handsome," she replied. "But joo know..." She placed his hand against her large breast. "... eet doesn't have to stop jet. We steel 'ave a half 'our before deener. Care to geeve mama another round 'til den?"
Beginning to slowly feel the return of his arousal, Cot knew the right answer. "I think I could manage it."
As he raised himself to hover over her, Whitney laid back against the bed, spreading herself out for his viewing. "Den come and get eet, beeg boy. Make dis cougar purrrrr."
Leaning in, Cot crushed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. All signs of his original timidity were cast away. A newfound confidence had filled him from the "education" provided by the woman beneath him. Already he could hear her purring as their tongues entwined. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he softly massaged her breast. Deciding to play with her a little, he broke the kiss and began to kiss down her neck. Leaving a trail behind, he finally reached her nipple. Taking a moment to enjoy the sight, he latched his lips to it and proceeded to suck, continuing to massage both breasts from the sides.
This elicited a moan from Whitney, who grasped the sheets beneath her in excitement. "Ooooh, Cot... oooooh... joo are good... aaaaah... for a begeener... ooooh, god jes..."
Cot smirked inwardly. Though he had been a virgin before tonight, that didn't mean he didn't learn a few things. Lord knows he had seen a porno or two. He'd even gotten unasked for advice from his uncle; some actually good, the rest garbage.
As he continued to stimulate her, his manhood began to recover from its prior exertions. Growing larger, he began to gently rub it alongside her slit. Unable to tolerate the teasing any longer, she pulled his head away from her bosom and made him look into her eyes; eyes filled with an insatiable need.
"No more playeen, beeg boy," she moaned. "Mama needs a good rutteen."
Not wanting to disappoint, Cot grabbed her wrists and held them down against the pillows, aligning himself with her so-called "twinkle cave". More like "tingle cave", he thought, as he was certainly feeling one as he pushed himself in. Once again, both of them began to moan as he started to thrust back and forth within her.
"Ooooh god, Whitney... oooooh, you feel so gooood... so warm, aaaah..."
"That's right, beeg boy... oooh, fuck me... fuck me goooood..."
Continuing to thrust, Cot began to feel that another climax was fast approaching. He supposed that Whitney was close as well, for she promptly wrapped both her legs behind him, holding him close.
"Ooooh, Whitney... I gonna... I'm gonna cuuuum..."
" Jes, beeg boy! Feel me up! Cum for me! I'm jouuuuurs!!!!!!"
With a few more hard, passionate thrusts, each of the lovers found themselves releasing howls of ecstasy upon climax. Cot remained inside her, once again filling her womanhood to the brim with his seed. Before he could pull himself out, Whitney grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. At first, Cot kissed back, but exhaustion made him break away. Not wanting to deprive him of air, Whitney let him, allowing him to rest easily on top of her, head cradled between her breasts.
"Thank joo, beeg boy," she gasped, holding him close. "I needed dis."
Cot looked at her face from between her bosoms and smiled. "My pleasure."
After the second round of intercourse, it was only a few minutes until dinner time. As such, the lovers were not permitted to bask in the afterglow. Gently nudging Cot off of her, Whitney eased from the bed and picked up her robe, not bothering with her undergarments. Cot felt certain she ignored them for a purpose. Tying the robe around her, she took out the door key and unlocked it, heading towards the kitchen. Cot soon followed behind her, only bothering to pull his shirt back on. His pants and underwear remained in a pile on the floor.
Dinner on plates, both of them sat at opposite ends of the dining room table. While each made small talk, there were regular pauses in conversation as they both allowed the evening's events to play out in their minds. As Cot finished his dinner, he pushed it to the side in satisfaction. After all this, he felt certain he would be leaving soon. However, it appeared Whitney wasn't quite done with him yet.
Standing up from her chair, Whitney sashayed towards Cot's own seat. Taking his plate and placing it on one of the side seats, Whitney placed herself in front of him and sat herself on the tabletop.
"I hope joo saved some room for deessert," she said with a seductive grin. She untied her robe so that, once again, her voluptuous nude form was presented to the teenager, her pussy a few mere feet from his face. "Eets sugar free."
Without hesitation, Cot went to the floor on his knees. Grabbing each of her legs, he plunged face first into her moist womanhood. Having never indulged in this activity before, he decided to defer to some advice his uncle had given him. This knowledge his uncle had learned from some famous dead TV star, Sam something or other. Deciding to give it a try, Cot proceeded to use his tongue to form letters of the alphabet inside her. It seemed to be going well, as she was crying out in delight. Before he could get all the way through, however, Whitney leaned down and grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"Come 'ere, beeg boy," she beckoned, pulling him up onto the table on top of her.
As their lips and arms interlocked, they proceeded to make love for the third time that evening, the teen pounding her into the table with a savage enthusiasm she shared. After finishing this round, Whitney suggested they both shower before he left, as to not send him home disheveled by the day's events. As could be expected, taking a shower together inevitably led to sex round number four, her breasts pressing him against the shower wall as she devoured both his mouth and his manhood at the same time. Luckily, they stayed in there long enough to actually get clean.
This turned out to be the final round of intimacy for the two that night; as even with his youth and stamina, Cot could no longer rise to the occasion. Having finally redressed himself, Cot walked to the front door followed by Whitney. Standing on the front porch, she placed a number of bills in Cot's jeans pocket. Cot had almost forgotten about the cleaning he had done earlier.
"Dat was fun," she said before pulling him in for a final kiss. "Come back again soon, beeg boy." After giving him a quick spank on the ass, she closed the door, ready to settle in after a joyful day of fornication.
For a moment, Cot simply stood on the porch, wondering if everything that had transpired actually happened. After reflecting on how sore he felt, he knew it had to have been real.
A part of him couldn't believe that his uncle had turned down the possibility of a passionate evening with such a sensual woman. Oh well,_he thought. _His loss. He could only imagine what his uncle would think if he found out about this.
Walking to his car, Cot wondered what this meant for his romantic future. Before, after the incident with Misty, he had kept telling himself that he should look to girls his own age. But tonight with Whitney had been the most amazing night of his life, and she had implied there could be other nights like this. And what about the future? Could such a relationship, if that's what it was, last? Should he turn away from his search for a girl his age?
As he drove away, he came to the conclusion that he shouldn't worry about it. What happened between him and Whitney was passionate and exciting, but at the same time it felt casual, with no strings attached. He doubted she would force him to stay with her if he met someone else. After all, from what he had heard of her, she had no shortage of lovers to choose from. When it came down to it, he had no reason to close himself off to the possibility of a more lasting relationship with someone else. He was young, and thus had time and options.
However, that didn't mean that he wouldn't indulge in more nights of sexual ecstasy with Whitney until that time came.
After all, he thought, if this is what she did for my birthday, I can't wait to see what she does for my graduation.
The End