We left for our trip on a Wednesday and were going to come back home the following Monday. I had some worries about spending six consecutive days with Justin. We had never spent that much time together. It turned out to be a great deal of fun and an eye-opening experience for me about my sexual desires with the young boy. It awakened in me sexual desires I did not realize I had, and not only changed my relationship with Justin but influenced my future relationships with younger lovers.
It was about a four-hour drive to Sea Island, and we took my SUV, but I let Justin drive. We took the state roads and highways as opposed to the interstate. About two hours into the drive, I offered to give the boy a blowjob while he was driving. Something I had done several times before with my ex-husband in the first years of our marriage. Justin readily agreed.
I won’t go into detail about the Cloister where we stayed, except that the luxury resort is located on five miles of private beach famous for its gracious hospitality and surrounded by fifty lush acres, surrounded by the river, salt marshes, and the ocean. If interested, readers can Google the resort. I had booked a one-room suite for us.
“I think there is a mistake,” the pretty young girl who checked us in told me. Her name tag read “Brittiny”.
She was talking to me, but her eyes were on Justin. The girl had been flirting with my young lover with her eyes, a tilt of her head, or a flip of her blonde hair. I found It amusing and Justin, to my surprise, ignored her.
“What mistake?” I asked.
“You booked a one-room suite with a king-sized bed,” Brittany said as she looked at her computer screen and typed on the keyboard. “But I do have a two-bedroom suite available that I can give you for the same price.”
Justin put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. “There’s no mistake. We only need one bed,” he told the girl, and I smiled. “One that hopefully is sturdy and doesn’t squeak,” he added, and I blushed.
Brittany gave a little giggle and checked us in. After I tipped the porter who helped us with our luggage, most of it mine, we found out the bed was indeed sturdy, but it did squeak. Justin was like some wild insatiable beast and he fucked me several times until I had to tell him to stop because I was famished and needed food.
We got dressed without even bothering to shower and went to dinner at one of the restaurants at the resort, both of us smelling like sex and the boy’s cum leaking into my panties. After dinner, we went back to the room and picked up where we left off.
While we had a lot of sex, which was not the only thing we did. We took advantage of the resort’s amenities, went to the beach, and walked on the beach at night while holding hands. It was nice not to have to hide our relationship; to hold hands, to walk with my arm looped in his, to give him affectionate pecks on the cheek, and act as lovers do. I wore a different set of lingerie for the boy every night. Justin made love to me with intense passion and other times he fucked me hard and violently. I thoroughly enjoyed both.
Just as Justin seemed to be insatiable, I was as well. There was something about being on the trip with Justin and being able to act like lovers in public that had that effect on me. I could not get enough of the boy until we both went to sleep sated and exhausted. The next day my body would ache and my pussy would be sore, but I still wanted him inside me, his cock in my mouth, or my ass.
Justin did not want anal sex even though I had brought lubricant with me just for that purpose; Justin left my butthole alone. We would not even use his tongue or fingers inside my ass. Even the night he was fucking me from behind and I pleaded with him to butt-fuck me, the boy didn’t.
Something else came over me while on our first trip together. I became more submissive to the boy when we had sex. I felt the desire to be submissive to him. Readers may not think that odd, but it was odd for me. True, there were times when we had sex, I surrendered to the boy’s dominance of me, but not like it was on that first trip. I completely surrendered my body to Justin when we had sex. I never had the desire to be in control.
I used vulgar language when he was fucking me. Telling the boy, no not telling, begging the boy to fuck me, to use my pussy for his pleasure, to let me suck his cock, to cum in my mouth, or to cum inside me. I became a wanton slut for Justin on that trip and I enjoyed how it made me feel to surrender myself to him and the pleasure it gave me. I had no idea how much of myself I was going to surrender to Justin, or no idea of the new desires and needs he was to help me discover until his birthday.
I do want to clarify that just because I had the desire to be more submissive to Justin and the desire for his dominance over me, does not mean I turned into a submissive woman for the boy for the rest of our affair. It was just something I desired to be on that trip.
I had that desire at other times as well, during the time of our affair and with my other younger lovers. It was fun and it gave me a great deal of pleasure. I enjoyed giving up control of myself and my body on occasion.
The day before his birthday, I was surprised when I tried to have sex with him, Justin told me no. He reminded me that the next day was his birthday, and I was to do whatever he wanted. Justin told me he wanted me extra horny the next day. Instead, he had me give him blowjobs throughout the day when we were in our room and did nothing to give me the sexual release I desired. That night, before we went to bed, the boy used his mouth and fingers on me to edge me several times, but still denied me that blissful release of an orgasm.
We woke up early and got dressed, and drove an hour and a half up to Savannah. We spent the day in Savannah visiting the sites, doing the tourist things, and again being able to act as lovers.
During our visit to Bonaventure Cemetery, Justin walked me to a deserted part of the cemetery. It was easy to find one. Bonaventure is a large, historical cemetery with many oak trees with Spanish moss hanging from the branches throughout the graveyard.
While it was a popular tourist site, it was also easy to find a secluded location. The tourists mainly stuck to the historical graves listed in the brochure or on the guided tour. I was giggling, yes, I was giggling like a school girl, as the boy was holding my hand and pulling me along with him. I stopped giggling when Justin pushed me against a large oak tree, pulled my hands above my head, and used his body to press me against the tree.
“No, baby, not here,” I told the boy as he started kissing my neck. I didn’t stop him, however.
Justin’s free hand slid up the hem of my short sundress and I moaned out as the boy’s hands started rubbing my pussy over my panties. I stopped protesting. I gave a gasping squeak as the boy roughly turned me around, and then he got on his knees, lifted my dress, and pulled my panties down to my knees.
“Uhh, Justin…” I moaned out his name and then gasped again, this time in pleasure, as the boy spread my butt cheeks apart and started using his tongue on my butthole.
“Ohh, Baby, that feels so good,” I told him and bent over more to give him better access to my private area.
Justin started fingering my wet pussy as he stuck his tongue in my butt. My hands gripped the trunk of the tree, and I was moaning from pleasure. Justin suddenly stopped and stood up.
“No…no…keep going,” I pleaded. I was close to orgasm.
“I heard someone,” he told me.
I quickly straightened up, pulled up my panties, and did my best to compose myself. The boy laughed and pointed at two squirrels chasing one another in the tree branches. I joined in his laughter, and we walked out of the secluded area and finished our tour of the cemetery. That night, we went on one of the city’s ghost tours and had dinner at the Pirate House, one of the major tourist restaurants that has good food.
On the way back to Sea Island, I am grumpy and frustrated. I had a wonderful time in Savannah with Justin, but it was past ten in the evening, and by the time we got back to the Cloister, it would be late. I was frustrated because Justin has not fucked me since two days prior and I feel the desperate need to have him inside me. Justin pulled off the interstate onto an exit about an hour from Sea Island.
“What now?” I ask sharply. “We don’t need gas.” Justin filled up the gas tank that morning.
“Just a quick stop,” he told me. Maybe he needed to use a restroom.
The boy didn’t have to use the restroom. Justin pulled into the parking lot of an adult store and parked the car.
“What are we doing here?” I asked even though I knew.
“Just always wanted to go into one; I saw the billboard advertisement for it, and since we don’t have one at home, figured we could stop.” The boy looks at me and grins. “Maybe buy some things.”
“Why? We don’t need anything in there. We don’t need that stuff,” I tell him.
I had never used sex toys and never wanted to. As I told Justin, we certainly didn’t need them to satisfy each other; unless, I thought, when something occurred to me.
“You are not satisfied with me anymore?” I teased the boy. I had zero doubts that he was satisfied with me.
Justin laughed, leaned over, and ran his fingers through my hair. “God, no,” he told me. “You completely satisfy me, and no, we don’t need them, and we may not even buy any. But it will just be fun to look around. I think it would be sexy to go in there with you.” He then grinned. “Plus, it’s my birthday, and remember your promise.”
I agreed even though I didn’t really believe him about buying anything; well, me buying anything. I was not embarrassed about going into the adult bookstore, even though it was my first time in one as well. I was not embarrassed when Justin would pick up one toy or another and back his crude comments; I expected something of that nature. What made me blush was when he told me to buy one of the cheap outfits they sold.
“We don’t need that. I brought lingerie to wear,” I told the boy.
“Yeah, but nothing like this,” he replied. Remembering what Justin wanted for his birthday, I looked through the rack and found one that was my size.
The second time I was embarrassed was when the young, cute, innocent-looking redhead girl who looked and was dressed as if she should be working in a library and not an adult sex store rang up the purchases. She looked at the anal beads and frowned at me.
“You don’t want these,” she told me as she pushed up her glasses. “They are really more for a novelty, and the string is not that strong and may break,” she told me, and then smiled. “That is something you don’t want to happen.” The girl also frowned when she was about to scan the handcuffs. “Yeah, these are no good either. They are cheap and can cut into the wrists, and they have a safety release that makes them easy to get out of.”
“What about this one?” Justin asks and holds up an acrylic dildo. It is shaped like a six-and-a-half-inch penis with ridges along the shaft.
The girl smiles at me. “I never used that one, but I have a similar one and it’s pleasant to use.”
The young girl steps from behind the counter. “Let me show you what you will enjoy better.”
I blush but follow her while Justin stays in front of the counter and looks through an adult magazine. The girl leads me to the section of the store where they display assorted anal beads. She picks up a package.
“These are much better. My girlfriend and I use these. We love them,” she tells me, and hands me the package, and I again blush. The girl is talking to me as if she is selling me a new brand of makeup and not sex toys used for perversions. She grins. “They vibrate and it feels awesome,” she tells me and giggles.
I look at the bead and read the words on the package. The sex toy is blue in color, and instead of the beads being attached by strings, they are one long piece of hard silicone. The beads on the stem start small, and each one is larger than the previous one. Per the package, the last one is six inches in diameter. The beads I was told not to buy; all of the beads were five inches in diameter. The beads are made of silicone gel.
At the end of the stem, behind the last bead, is a large ring, and inside the ring is a button that is used to turn on and off the vibrating mode. The package read that a small coin-sized battery was included. Out of curiosity, I pressed the test button, and the toy vibrated rapidly.
“Cool, huh?” the girl said, and I blushed again. “Now let me show you some of the better restraints and what we like to use.” I assumed she meant we as in her and her girlfriend.
I followed the young girl again. She showed me various bondage restraints and then picked up a box that contained cuffs and showed it to me. “I liked these. They are padded, they need a key to unlock them,” she told me, and turned the box over to show me the back. “Also, they come with removable straps that can be used to bind the person in different positions or can be used to bind the person to the bed.” She handed me the box and I took it.
I followed the cute girl back to the counter, and as she started to ring up the purchases, Justin showed me a photograph in the magazine he was looking at.
“This looks like fun,” he chuckled.
The clerk leaned over the counter to look at the magazine photo and giggled. “We have body paints and washable markers if you are into that kind of thing.”
“No, we are not, but thank you. You have been a great help already,” I told the girl as I was blushing from the photo.
It was a photo of a naked female adult model, her body posed in a vulgar position, bound by ropes, and she had words written over her body; words such as slut, whore, cum slut, and others.
Once back on the interstate with about forty-five minutes until we got back to our hotel suite, Justin told me to pull down my panties.
“What?” I asked as if I didn’t hear him correctly.
“Take your panties off!” Justin told me, pronouncing each word slowly. His voice was commanding and authoritative, and his tone made me flinch.
“Okay,” I told him. I slid my hands under the short sundress I was wearing, pulled my panties down, lifted my legs, and slid them over my shoes.
“Hand then to me,” The boy told me, again using a commanding voice.
I handed my panties to Justin, and he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Nice. I can smell your pussy on them,” he told me and inhaled. “Nice and ripe.”
While I thought the boy was exaggerating, I imagined Justin could smell the scent of my pussy on my panties. It was Savannah in the summer, and it was hot and humid, and we did a lot of walking. Then add that to the fact that I was sexually aroused all day and at times my pussy was wet.
Justin would tease me with whispered comments about fucking me when we got back to the resort and while riding on the haunted tour trolley the boy slid his hand up the hem of my short sundress and caressed my inner thighs. I was also aroused while in the adult sex shop. It was sexy being in that environment with Justin.
“Play with your pussy, Natalie, but don’t make yourself cum,” the boy told me as he slid my panties in the front pocket of his shorts.
Remembering my promise of his birthday present, I lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist, spread my legs, and started teasing my pussy with my fingers. I was not embarrassed to masturbate for the boy; I had done it many times since our affair started. I even found it erotic and enjoyed watching him. It was dark outside, and no one could see inside my SUV.
Justin would glance at me and give me instructions on what to do. He would tell me to tease my clit, run my fingers up and down my pussy slit, and insert a finger inside me.
“Is that old pussy wet?” he asked as I was pleasuring myself for about ten minutes, and it was certainly a pleasure.
I had one hand between my legs and the other was tightly gripping the handle above the passenger side door. I was moaning faintly, breathing heavily, and my legs were spread as far apart as I could get them in the confines of my SUV.
“Uhh…yes,” I moaned out.
“Put your finger in your pussy and get it all wet and slick with your pussy juice,” Justin ordered me. I reluctantly removed my finger from my clit and inserted it in me. “Make sure you get it nice and wet,
I did as the boy told me to do. I moaned out as I placed my three fingers deep into my wet pussy and started twisting them inside me. God, it felt good and I was desperately hoping we would get back to the resort faster so the boy would fuck me. I badly needed the boy inside me.
“Faster, Natalie, fuck yourself but don’t cum,” Justin commanded me.
I started thrusting my three fingers in and out of me rapidly. My pussy was so wet that it was making a wet, squishy sound as I fucked myself.
“Please…Justin…ohh God! Baby, please let me cum,” I pleaded.
I was never the type of woman who begged for anything. That was not the type of person I was. But since I started my affair with Justin, I was beginning to be that type of woman. It sometimes came out of me during our affair, but now, on that trip, I pleaded with the boy more than I ever had.
Almost the entire trip I had begged the boy to fuck me, to let me suck his cock, to cum in my mouth, to fuck me harder, to use his mouth on my pussy, not to stop doing whatever sexual act he was doing, or to make me cum. I even pleaded with the boy to fuck me anally, but he never did.
That one trip changed the dynamics of our relationship. What was once close to an equal partnership sexually became me being more submissive to Justin than I was before. I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed the new dynamics of the relationship.
Justin told me to stop fingering my pussy. “Lick them, Natalie,” he told me.
I brought my hand to my face and looked at the glistening fingers, and then put them in my mouth. I sucked and licked them of my pussy fluid.
“Get them nice and wet,” the boy told me. “Slobber over them so they get lubed up because I want you to finger your asshole for me.”
My head jerked to my right, and I looked at Justin, still with two fingers in my mouth. I had masturbated for the boy often and I enjoyed him watching me, but he had never asked me to put my finger in my butt.
Justin glanced at me, chuckled, and then focused back on the interstate. “You remember how much you enjoyed me treating you like a slut?” he asked. I took my fingers out of my mouth and nodded. “Well, that’s how you are going to be treated tonight. You are going to be a slut, Natalie. You are going to be my whore. Now, put your fucking finger in your asshole!” the boy told me harshly.
Justin’s harsh, commanding tone turned me even more than I already was. I wet my forefinger with my mouth, making sure I got it slick. As I was lubricating my fingers with my spit, I slid the car seat back, placed my feet on the dashboard, scooted down in the seat, and spread my legs.
I slowly lowered my right hand and place it under my butt, then slid it down until my forefinger was touching my anus.
“Uh,” I grunted out faintly as I pushed about an inch of my finger into my butthole. I made another soft grunt as I pushed about another inch inside me and then one more as I pushed the rest of my finger into my butthole.
“Feel good?” Justin asked.
I looked over, and he kept glancing at me as he was driving. “Yes,” I admitted.
“I thought you would like it. Now don’t just sit there with a finger up your ass,” Justin chuckled at his intentional pun, “fuck yourself with it.”
I started moving my finger in and out of my butthole and once again started making grunting moans of pleasure. After months of my affair with Justin and having him use his finger, tongue, and cock in my butt as well as me using my tongue in his butt; I had gotten over my sentiment that anal sexual activities were disgusting. I not only embraced it, but I enjoyed it immensely. I even enjoyed using my tongue on Justin’s anus. It made me feel wickedly seductive.
The feeling I received from fingering my butthole was pleasant but it was not long before I pulled it out of me.
“Why did you stop?” Justin asked in an accusing tone.
“It…it dried up,” I told the boy. The spit had dried up, and it had started to feel uncomfortable.
“Well, get it wet then. Two fingers this time,” he ordered me.
I nodded and placed my forefinger and middle finger about an inch from my mouth. I then gathered saliva in my mouth and dribbled it over my fingers, or at least I tried to. I missed, and my spit dropped on my chest. Justin chuckled.
“Put them in your mouth and get them wet that way,” the boy said. It was not a suggestion.
I looked over at him and frowned. I had never put the boy’s fingers or penis in my mouth after it had been in my butthole. I always made him wash his penis off after we had anal sex.
Justin laughed at me. “Don’t be silly, Natalie. You’ll stick your tongue up my ass but now you are squeamish about sucking your finger after it’s been up yours?”
I sighed and placed my fingers in my mouth and started to suck them and slobber over them. Once wet and slick enough I put both fingers in my butt and it felt good. When my fingers started to dry out I would put them back in my mouth and then back into my butthole.
I fingered my butt for maybe another ten minutes and I was no longer doing it because Justin told me to; I was doing it because it gave me pleasure. My left arm was above my head, my hand gripping the headrest of the seat, and I was moaning louder from the pleasure I was giving myself. I was so lost in the ecstasy of it that I forgot Justin was sitting next to me.
I dropped my left hand down between my legs and started rubbing my clit furiously as I thrust my fingers in and out of my ass rapidly. My clit was swollen from arousal, my moans became louder, my breathing harder, and I started calling out to the Man above as I felt I was about to orgasm.
Quick as a snake, Justin reached over, grabbed my left hand, and pulled it away from between my legs. I whimpered out, this time from pain and not pleasure. I was so close to having an orgasm, and when Justin prevented it, it hurt. It was not a great deal of pain, but it was certainly noticeable and didn’t feel good at all.
“Why…why, baby?” I complained as I pulled my fingers out of my butt.
“Because I want you to wait until we get back to the room,” he told me. “Now clean your fingers and stop acting like a nasty old slut."
I sucked my fingers and then adjusted the seat back to its normal position. I looked out the window and saw a billboard for a restaurant in Brunswick and knew we were only about ten or fifteen minutes to the interstate exit we got off on to get to Sea Island. It was about another twenty-minute drive from there.
