"Saucy Shenanigans"

"Saucy Shenanigans"
Content: mF, virginity (male), teasing, premature ejaculation, risk of pregnancy, Erune being lewd.


*Dynah Dalton saunters on by, with a shepard dog trotting next to her. "And what a nice young man indeed you are, Derek. Well-mannered - a little ray of sunshine."

*Derek Saint just lights up as Missus Dalton praises him, sunshine smile returning and eyes bright with innocence. The Erune boy gives her canine companion a friendly pat before he instinctively comes to stand by Dynah's side. "Well, thanks, Missus Dalton! You're a fine lady, yourself, you know!" He speaks with the kind of honesty that can't have any indecent undertones, the unflappable, endearing honesty of youth.

*Dynah Dalton snaps a finger and points. As if tugged by an invisible leash, the canine's ears flick, head turns and he sits right down where ordered. "So, Derek... how have you been? I saw you prune the hedges last weekend, very good job you did there. The Lannings are going to be over the moon once they green in spring." She sits down on the bench and folds her hands in her laps, resting atop her thigh high socks, just below the hem of her skirt. Legs are crossed, of course, lest curious eyes catch tempting sights.

*Dynah Dalton snaps a finger and points. As if tugged by an invisible leash, the canine's ears flick, head turns and he sits right down where ordered. "So, Derek... how have you been? I saw you prune the hedges last weekend, very good job you did there. The Lannings are going to be over the moon once they green in spring." She sits down on the bench and folds her hands in her laps, resting atop her thigh high socks, just below the hem of her skirt. Legs are crossed, of course, lest curious eyes catch tempting sights.

*Derek Saint certainly fit the bill of curious, and he was too fundamentally honest not to look. After all, she was a lovely lady, that Dynah Dalton, all luscious legs, shapely thighs, firm, yet large breasts. But more so than Dynah being a lady, Dex was a teenage boy, and he had within him a curiousity and fire... About EVERYTHING. It took every effort not to sit when she'd snapped her fingers, too, and when Derek finally pulled his eyes from her figure to the elegant face of the village matron, he was flush. "Aww, well, it ain't no big deal, just did what was right, Missus Dalton!"

*Dynah Dalton wiggles her finger in mock chiding. "Now, now, Derek, you aren't doing the world a favour by pretending to be small. What do I always tell you? Own your accomplishments and your mistakes both." She pats the spot next to her, and scoots over a little. The dog sits watch, and while idly panting, looks left and right. Her command might as well have glued the animal to the spot. "So, about the berry sauce, can I still count on you, handsome..?" Her right arm moves across the backrest of the bench. A prime spot for the youngster to settle in to.

*Derek Saint indeed found himself settled upon the bench, comfortably close to the motherly familiarity Missus Dalton shared with everyone, but the boys especially. His cheeks positively glowed, his smile threatening to make the top half of his head fall off, and he nodded. "Always! I ain't gonna let you down, Missus Dalton!" He asserted, unconsciously straightening his outfit, nodding firmly to the silver haired vixen. "I can even help today, if ya want! Even if it rains!" He asserted, unwilling to let something as mild as weather stop him from helping.

*Dynah Dalton looks him over. "Well, it's looking like a right downpour later, but I can lay out some towels and fix you a hot drink." The Erune lady leans in and puts her arm around his shoulders, idly petting his chest. "... and if you can keep a little secret, I'll add a shot of Karen's moonshine." A pecked smooch to his temple follows. "Just don't tell your mom. You're a young adult already, aren't you? A little fire in the belly won't hurt.~" The woman gives her protege a squeeze, and mushes his flank to her chest.

*Derek Saint flushed, she was right, of course. Derek was a man, and a man could drink! Just... The almost clandestine offer of it, combined with how Dynah squeezed the hometown hero to her chest, how she graced him with a sidelong touch of her voluptuous, full figure to his side. The peck to his temple certainly didn't help matters, Derek nodding. "Yuh-huh... I... I'll keep it our secret, Missus Dalton." He began, eyes darting hither and yon, afraid, maybe, of what he asked next. "If it ain't gonna trouble... Can we go now? I'd love to get the work started soon, Missus Dalton."

*Dynah Dalton laughs softly and tugs on his ear. "Aren't you quite the eager little worker, Derek! Alright, alright..." Another kiss, to his cheek, paired with a warm smile interrupts her response. "... let's go. Wanna hold my hand, sweetie.."?" She rises from the bench and holds out her right to him, while the left snaps, then pats her hip. The dog nigh jolts and stands at her side, ready to go wherever his owner desired. What a good boy. Both of them.

*Derek Saint stood with the lovely lady, acutely aware that they were a match for height... Which made him quite short. Still, it was a fitting look for him, and Dynah felt Derek's hand slide into hers, his gloves hanging at his belt, so she instead felt skin upon skin. "I'll follow you Missus Dalton!" He said, sunny smile threatening to chase away the stormy grey clouds overhead as the pair of Erune and the canine set out.

*Dynah Dalton guides them back to her house by the wayside, and upon stepping into the garden, gives off a quick whistle. Like let off his leash, the dog bolts and makes for the back of the greenery. "So, my dear... " Further holding his hand, the click clack of her boots carries both of them under the awning covering the deck at the flank of her house. "... I'll go change into something less vulnerable to fruit juice, why don't you go ahead and pick us a bucket of all the red fruit you like best?" Dynah picks a bucket and holds it out to him. "I'll get the rest ready, try not to get too wet. It'll start any minute, so hurry -- see you in the kitchen?" She's all smiles. The doting guidance spiel is hers to a tee.

*Derek Saint nodded, taking the bucket as he did, grinning. "You got it, Missus Dalton! I'll try not to get too wet!" He affirmed, but, knowing Derek, he'd be out there picking the prime fruit even if the storm turned to a flood. Some boys just worked that hard, but none of them did so with the kind of eager energy Derek brought to bear in his every task. "I'll be back soon, with a whole bucket!" He promised, and before Dynah could stop him, he was off like a shot, back to the trees ripe with juicy berries, happy simply to help!

*Dynah Dalton repairs to the kitchen, where she looks out of the window and watch Derek go for it. Cherries, raspberries, blueberries, cranberries - really, her harden was a little bit of a wonderland, with no small thanks to her, mhmm... lesser known talents. She just had a good hand with things living, right? With a smile on her lips, she put out some pots, utensils and...

... dropped her vest onto a chair, followed by her skirt. She stepped out of her boots, too. For a moment, without paying much attention if the young man out there would sneak a peek, she stood in her underwear, with that laced white bra keeping her ample chest proud and lifted, while the panties clung to her rump like they wanted to outline every single curvature to the utmost detail possible. But, all of that was covered up when she put on an apron that protected her front quite well. Dynah tied it all up in the back, where her stockings going up all the way of her thighs, followed by white panties, bare back and the clasp of her bra were still exposed to sight.

She just enjoyed teasing the young man way too much.

*Derek Saint had thought he'd caught a glimpse of luscious bare flesh through her window as he hit the first tree... But he scrubbed it from his mind. Well, he tried to, at least, but some figures simply stuck with a man(or a boy, in this case,) and the sight of Dynah in just panties and stockings had Derek working harder to chase off the impure, perverse desires bulging his trousers. Check, pick, place, check, pick, place, he worked for repetition, doing his best not to think of her gorgeous body, her full hips and soft lips, the sway in her step or the click of her heels. He didn't think of her silken stockings nor her lacy white underwear, he didn't, after all! And yet... He did. He thought of her, always in the back of his mind, the loveliest woman in the whole village, leagues beyond him, yet so warm and caring. It was actually a pleasant surprise when the young hero, the young MAN looked down and saw the results of his work. A full bucket, every shade of red he could find, all in one... And in the distance, thunder rolled, lightning flashed. He hadn't made it before the storm, but, mercifully, Derek wasn't soaking wet when he nudged open the back door. "Missus Dalton! I got all the best berries!" Called Derek, dripping with water from the hurried dash back inside, plip-plip-dripping all on the wooden floor near the entryway, hair matted to his head.

*Dynah Dalton welcomes him, with a towel over her shoulder. Behind her on the stove, already red wine was slowly cooking into in a reduction and filled the house with the scent of grapes, spices and sweetness. Apron to the front, the good boy was not yet tested for his endurance and mental mettle yet, and a rather homely dressed - ostensibly - Dynah approaches him. "Oh, look at you, all soaked and dripping..." She coos and takes the bucket from him to put it down by his side. She bent down just a bit, and he catches - easily - an eyeful of her heavy chest, from a glance down the apron. Back to her feet, Dynah goes for the hem of his shirt and takes no moment to ask for assent. Not that she needs it. Deft digits drag the drenched denim from his beltline and open the buttons, before those fingers slip in and under the shirt, glide over his wet skin and body, to peel the clothing from his torso. "Let's get you out of this..." Dynah enjoys this, if her smile is any indication. But why is there playful mischief curling her lips as she unravel the sodden youngster to her wandering hands and eyes?

*Derek Saint certainly did catch an eyeful, and she heard him swallow, even as he dripped. Then came the doting, the shirt undone, durable denim unbuttoned and tied until it peeled from his lithe, fit form like a wet cloth. Dynah, naturally, got the full blast of just how Derek had grown, given that she'd known him all his life. She saw the trace of muscle, the lines of definition that would come more clearly with further training. She also saw that it was a particularly cold rain, his nipples stiff from exposure, Derek blushing dark red. "A-aw, jeez, Missus Dalton. You're too good to me." He half mumbled, his trousers hanging dangerously low, though such was standard Erune fashion, exposed skin hardly out of the ordinary.

*Dynah Dalton brushes some of his wet strands back and pulls the towel from her shoulder. "Now, hold still and let me rub you off, Derek. Can't let you catch a cold out here, your mom would be furious with me." A wink, and she wraps the towel around her hand once, only to run it over his torso. With great care, and her left cupping his cheek, Dynah sets out to rub his shoulders, flanks, upper stomach and even his face, before she pulls him in against her apron. Fingers shift into his hair and drape him to her bust, while she towels off his back, too - here, her hands move slower, and while gently rocking him sideways, she eventually reaches the small of his back. "There, all be-... oh, wait, I missed a spot!" Quickly, she tugs him off her chest again. Dynah guides him by the hair with the grasp of a lady that expected no resistance; not that Derek ever disobeyed. "Don't want you..." Her hand drags the towel over his lower stomach, runs light circles just above his waistband, and even, barely, sinks underneath that line. "... get cold kidneys." Her hand lingers, and her gaze locks to his eyes. "You really are a helpful man, Derek. Thank you." And ploof, she drops the towel on his head. "Get your hair, then bring me the berries over!~" She walks off, barefoot. And once Derek frees his eyes from the sudden curtain of the wet towel on his head, he is treated to the sight of Missus Dalton's derriere, one cheek rising as the other falls with each step. Only dressed up with panties that dig a fine line where the band meets the plush posterior. The ribbon of her apron in the small of her back does little to conceal anything at all.

*Derek Saint wasn't quite lost when it came time to respond... But how could he do anything other than stare with wide-eyed, utterly unconcealed attraction at the buxom, mature beauty before him. Her lingering hand, juuuust below his belt line had left a twitching bulge pushed down one leg, Derek nodding slowly. Then, as suddenly as she had been smothering him, concealing his face in her breasts and keeping her hand in his hair to hold him still(certainly not to drive him mad with teenage lust, of course.) He was away, and he stared again. A slowly growing erection sprung to full force, cresting a blatant, healthy sized indent along one leg, Derek towelling himself off rapidly before he was after her, his brain filing away for he image of Dynah Dalton's delectably desirable derriere for a toe curling grip later on, when he was alone. "Right! Berries!" Another voice crack, puberty was a cruel Mistress to poor Derek... But she was one that was going to make him a proper hunk of a man soon... Provided a certain silver haired vixen's intentions didn't do it he job first. The hurried hauling of bucket had the barechested blonde boy's bulge less prominent than before, but still notably present, Derek even obligingly placing the berries by the sink, starting to wash them without prompting!

*Dynah Dalton stands next to him, with the apron clinging tightly to the perch of her bust, held back by the ribbon in her back. "Mhmm, you prepare the berries, Derek, and I get your hot drink sorted. When you're done, just put them all in the pot here, yah?" Slowly bubbling away, bespoke vessel is the source of that lovely smell - red wine from the village's own vinyard, slowly turning into sugary molasses for the base of the jelly, augmented by herbs and spices from Dynah garden. "Now... mhmm, where is that..." The Erune slides over to a drawer, and bends down, to inspect the contents of that spot. The clatter of utensils accompany her search, just as much as that... hypnotizing jiggle of her rear, put on proud and tempting display with each drawer pulled up, rummaged through, pushed shut and moved on. Eventually, with her legs as straight as arrows and bend over far enough that her panties try to disappear in between the valley of her shapely rump, she is successful. "AH-HA!" She comes back up, and spins around, with an earthen mug in her hands.

Poor Derek probably didn't even look once, right? Right?

*Derek Saint looked. Some tasks were impossible, sad to say, and keeping his eyes purely on the berries he was rolling and scrubbing in his palm was one of them, especially as he glanced back just in time to behold her panties vanish between two perky posterior cheeks, the alabaster ass of pure perfection placed on peach shaped display before him. His jaw fell agape, and his trousers tented, Derek staring for a several LONG moments, whirling back around with such speed when she began turning back that Dynah heard the WHACK and saw him crumple, and whimper. Poor thing had turned to fast and caught his tender bits on a drawer handle, Derek clutching between his legs and hissing in the kind of real pain that came with such injuries, eyes watering, but the boy choking them back and trying NOT to cry.

*Dynah Dalton chuckles softly, and puts the mug aside, before she picks a kettle, and fills it with water. "Oh, poor baby - hurt yourself..?" She asks and sets the kettle on the stove next to the bubbling wine. Dynah steps behind him and puts arms around his bare chest, her chin on his shoulder, only to whisper more quietly into his ear. "... did I get you little too excited there, Derek..?" There's this purr, this voice of implied lure, a bait to beckon him to just open up and... admit. Full breasts separated from his back by the apron press into him, and she gives him a warm squeeze. "You're always working so hard for me, young man - why don't you put the berries in the wine and let them simmer, and we take a little break." Another kiss for the young Erune, this time, different. Just behind his jaw, softer, warmer - lingering. "Just until the water boils, and I can fix you a nice hot cup of fruit tea."

*Derek Saint scarcely truly had time for shame to set in before Dynah was there, was touching him, pressing her breasts to his back, her arms draped over his chest, a silent reminder that she was there and he was safe here. Then came her words, thick as honey, sweeter than the smell of the wine, a second hit to already eroded willpower. "R-right, berries in wi-" Her lips cut him off. She hadn't even needed to kiss him upon his lips, the lingering, lurid, warm, soft sensation of those lovely lips on his jawline, of Missus Dalton kissing him somewhere so intimate without being blatantly sexually aggressive. That was what did it... And, though Derek did do as instructed, putting berries into the bubbling wine on the stove, he also admitted afterwards in a shameful tone, eyes focused on the floor. "I'm sorry, Missus Dalton... I just... I'm trying not to think about ya, because it's rude and I'm your guest and you're such a proper lady and..." Admission, yes, but guilt. Even when he was mind numbingly horny, he was so considerate, so thoughtful...

*Dynah Dalton gives him enough space to finish his task, but stays close enough so 'not thinking about her' is plainly not an option. "Mhmm, and why wouldn't you think of me, Derek-dear..? What if I told you that I think of you, too, mhmm?" With the harvest of garden goodness given to the gelling grape-juice, she just takes his hand and guides him to the two seater couch just outside the open kitchen. Inexorable, with gentle dominance, she pushes him to one seat, before sliding into the cushion next to him. With her left arm around his shoulders quicker than he could protest, Dynah leans into him, and puts her chin back to his collarbone. So close to his face, the sparkling silvery eyes of hers stick to him. "Silly boy. Maybe I like you to watch me. Maybe... maybe I like to be a little flirty with you, and see what it takes for you to finally tell me that you think of me." She pushes her head forward, and whispers: "... at night. When you are by yourself." Her right hand caresses his upper body with light touches, and one leg shifts over the other.

*Derek Saint plainly thought of Dynah at all times, she hardly needed to be close, but when she took his hand, walked him to the small, comfortable couch, and pressed herself to him...well...that was where she had him locked in. She could have held him pinned there with a feather, with what she purred in his ear. She saw his ears flatten, his eyes widen, she FELT his breath catch in his chest as he picked up the scent of, well, her. Her words just seemed to fuel him further, to build up the weakened confidence he had from his admission by affirming that he wasn't being bad or misbehaving... "Really. You... You wanna... You wanna know that?"He asked, though Derek scarcely waited for an answer from Dynah before he was explaining." I... I touch myself thinkin' of you. Of us. Of what you'd.. You know, feel like. But I've... I've never been with a girl, so it's just like I see you dancing, and I... I like it. I like you Missus Dalton. I like you a lot."

*Dynah Dalton cants her head and gives him another of those disarming smiles. "Oh..? Dancing..?`" Her gaze wanders down from his face over the toned body of the young man - mhmm, a promising future indeed. He'd make a girl a happy wife one day for sure. Oh, she totally knows why his hands are fidgeting like that, awkwardly trying to conceal what was hard to hide with her this close. Eyes wanders back up and light fingers graze his pectorals. "I know you like me, Derek. And I like you, too. Your mom can be proud to have such a good kid." Her left rises from his shoulder, only to ruffle his hair for a moment - still a little damp. But then she moves back in, and takes his left ear between her fingers, and gently, ever so gently, rubs the pad of her thumb into the fluff. "You wanna show me, Derek..?" She asks, very silently. "You know you can always come to me if you have a question. I like to help." Her right wanders down his body and rests just above his waistband now. One by one, fingers drape themselves over the strands of muscle. Again, the thumb, in rhythm with one one at his ear, brushes over his skin, close to his navel. "It's okay, baby. It is very flattering of you to think of me when you touch yourself. Makes me feel all young and pretty." She kisses him on the cheek again. "You wanna touch yourself, Derek? And let me be by your side..?"

*Derek Saint didn't look half as fit as he was. From any distance, save this intimate closeness, with Dynah ruffling his hair and molesting(there was no other word for it) his ear, he looked average. Fit, but not muscular. But here, so close, so tender... She felt the muscle, she saw the definition there. Derek trained hard, worked hard. He spent his whole life caring for others, and now, here he was, wrapped up, warm, and watching Dynah, his gaze focused solely and wholly upon her. He was confused, unsure, but, most importantly, relieved that she found his nighttime habits flattering. It was that relief that fueled his response, Derek swallowing hard enough for the gulp to be heard. "I... Uh... Can... Can I be a little selfish, Missus Dalton?" He asked, meek, but not willing to remain silent. When he finally saw the nod, he continued." Can I... Can I uh... Feel... You... O-on me." He asked, his hand fumbling at his belt, already trying to get himself out to show her his... Desire, for her." I mean like... Well... Uh..."

*Dynah Dalton looks him in the eye and shoots him a wink. "You mean... like this?" Her right hand leaves him, only to go to her back and undo the ribbon keeping the apron in place. The band resolved, she pulls the upper band over her head and drops the piece of protective rather ceremoniously to the floor. Clad in just her white underwear, the unashamed seductress turns back to him, into him, and rolls onto her left hip. Her full bosom presses into his arm. "Or... like this..?" Her right leg rises, and gives him a glimpse of the tightly wrapped-up triangle between her thighs, until the calf lowers back down between his legs and gently pulls them apart. "... or like..." She puts her hand back onto his stomach and runs her flat fingers over his abdomen, lower and lower, until she outright shoves her hand down his pants he is still fumbling with. Deft digits explore and run past the fluff of his pubes, run over the trapped length of his aching erection, only to finally come to rest around his sac, cupping both balls with gentle pressure. "... this...?" her lips kiss his neck this time.

*Derek Saint found himself at a loss for words. Every motion the voluptuous vixen took was temptation in its purest form. Perfection of body, of motion, of everything the teenager had imagined. It was scarcely a surprise that as she pushed her hand down, finding the young man's meaty member, a brief brush across it telling her all she needed to know of his size, girth, and that he hadn't been cut(the Saints always were the sort, after all) in one simple stroke, only to then caress the swollen sack, Derek mewling, no, moaning, mouth ajar, eyes glazed. He'd never felt hotter than this very moment, the sights, the smell, the sensation and sound and raw teenage desire culminated in the poor pent up blonde whimpering as he let loose a trouser staining squirt of premature bliss that splattered into his sparse blonde pubes and her own wrist. "M-Missus Dalton... I... I... Please... Please make... Make me a man...." He had such sweet, hungry honesty in his voice, his hands finding anywhere they could rest, her arm, her thigh, her waist. He needed to touch her, needed her, but he wasn't about to force her to be his.

*Dynah Dalton puts her lips on his own, with her left hand holding the whimpering boy steady. A moment for him to savor the feeling of her full lips on his, and with her nose brushing along side its peer, she gave his sack a little squeeze, and another, settling into a steady massage of his balls. The kiss breaks, but she stays close. "Is that what you want, my dear Derek..? Flattering me again, that you'd like me to be your first...~" She doesn't mind his seed. It doesn't even faze her. "You still need to get those pants off, baby... and then..." Her embrace falls apart and she pulls back from him, rises from the couch, and with two light steps, puts herself before him, between his legs with her own tightly in parallel. With her back and backside to the boy at the cusp of manhood, she looks over her shoulder. "... get mine off, too.~" One thumb hooks into her panties on each side and tugs on the band, shifting it just far enough to show off the dovetail of her luscious cheeks joining below her spine. ~Snap/Snap!~ The fabric slaps back against her skin.

*Derek Saint melted into the kiss. There was no better descriptor for how all of Derek(save one notable part) went utterly limp. It may have only been moments, enough to make him long for more of that warm, full softness pressed to his lips, but it was enough that as Dynah eased back, as she instructed him to continue, that he was stunned. Had she stolen his first kiss too? She'd have to ask later. For now, the snapping of her panties was enough to remind Derek that he had a job to do. "Y-yes ma'am." He hurriedly said, a little too quickly, his 'ma'am' sound so much more like 'mom' in the process. There were a few more moments of Dynah watching her handsome ward fumble his pants open, tugging and shuffling them down, his underwear with them, and o expose himself. Naturally, she knew she'd guessed right with her earlier massage, but she could gloat about it later. For now, Derek was taking both sides of Dynah's panties, cheeks bright red, his member pulsing, drooling its arousal down to his sack. There was a deep breath, like Derek was smelling her, rather than trying to steady himself before she felt the peel of cloth from perfect posterior and pink puss, the blonde boy exposing the older, experienced cougar of a woman with wide eyes and a genuinely awestruck. "Wow..."

*Dynah Dalton let him enjoy the sight of curved rump parting to reveal the desired heaven and her bared midsection for a good while, before she turns around, and leans forward to put a hand back to his shoulder. Her right knee sinks into the couch next to his leg, and the foot catches her panties, now dangling like arousing and pointless adornment on her ankle. "... is that the kind of dance you were hoping for, young man..?" She asks with a giggle, and raises her other leg over his lap. The finely trimmed hair describes a narrow line to her petal, a slightly parted slit with intoxicating scent. Dynah settles down close to his stomach, and lodges his stick erection in between the warm expanse of her butt. Slow gyrations of her pelvis rub him against her body. "... let me teach you a lesson for the future, boy." Her other hand grabs his wrist and guides his hand to her back, up between her shoulder blades, to the clasp of her bra. "Pull the strip, and then roll it over your thumb." Dynah leans into him, and smothers his face with her ample cleavage. "... get it on the first try, and I'll clean you up with kisses, Derek." She whispers into his ear, while the flesh of her breasts cradles his cheeks.

*Derek Saint had a fairly hard time thinking, much less following instructions precisely... But Erune ears seemed perfectly positioned so that, even with Missus Dalton's massive melons muffling him, he heard her instructions, felt the bra. This was to be a learning experience, albeit one slightly more sticky than intended. Once she'd secured his shaft firmly between the enveloping warmth of her rear, she felt that slick, sticky warm wetness on her skin more properly, Derek rolling his hips slowly, nodding in affirmation of her question about dancing. Even as tempting as her offer was, a horny, lust addled teenage boy wasn't going to undo a bra on his first or even second attempts. Still, after three tries and some encouragement, he did get it, finally freeing Dynah's perfectly shaped breasts from the lace prison that had contained them.

*Dynah Dalton brushes the bra from her chest and drops it to the side just as simply as the rest. "Mhmm..." She leans in and wraps her arms around him, pushes his face right in between her full curves, and scritches him behind the head. "We'll practice that, until you can get me naked with a few motions, boy..." Her wide rump lifts and grinds against him, while her bare sex rubs over his stomach. "You should run to your mom later, and tell her I need you until the dead of night, baby... you can sleep here. With me, in my bed...~" Dynah rises to her knees and pushes back, with his shaft running over her folds, head already parting the heated flesh. Dollops of her own arousal coat his sticky glans, until he slips free and smacks lightly against his own tum. "Look at me, Derek." Her hand wanders down and grabs him firmly by the base. "Look at me, and say please again, you sweet sugar." Oh god, she is rubbing her slick sex right over his tip, while fingers pulse around his girth. "Tell me again you want me to be your first. You want to be a man, Derek-dear..?" Her glassy eyes and that lip bite betray how much she wants this, too. "Men get to cum inside their women.~"

*Derek Saint indeed did smack his head against his own toned tum, the honey slick, drooling crown connecting itself to his body with several sticky strands of mixed wet arousal. He was fixated solely upon Dynah, upon Missus Dalton, the nicest, warmest, prettiest woman in the whole kingdom. Maybe even the world. She didn't even need to hear him say it, she saw it in his eyes, Derek nodding an agreement. "I'll.. Nnnf... I'll tell her later, promise..." He answered the sensation of building pleasure, of denial and temptation, the words like sweetest honey dripped into his ear as she teased and pleased him, Derek finally answering her next demand. His eyes held hers, his hands found her waist, resting naturally on the curve of such wide, motherly hips. "I want... I want you to be my first, Missus Dalton. I want to become a man with you... E-even if... If I put a baby in you!" There it was. Admission, desire, passively stirred for so many long years and now at a boil. He was done denying his need for her, Derek speaking with more firmness than she'd heard before, the tip of his pent up teenage prick ready to sink into bliss, and to cum inside his woman, like a man ought to.

*Dynah Dalton catches his last word with a heavy kiss, pushes him both back into the couch and lowers her wide hips down on his already cum-coated shaft without waiting just a single second longer. Heat and moisture, slippery and yet, like coming home, the boy finds himself sinking into her wet slit like fingers into a snug glove. Her kiss is demanding, and rides on the moan of delighted ecstasy. Put a baby in her? He wouldn't be the first to do that. She wouldn't deny such an eager young man his bliss in knowing he might well be the next to make her belly swell with pride. And even if Derek would not cum another drop, he was already spreading his virile seed inside of her hungry canal. Down and down she went, with gyrating hips, working his length into her body. To call Dynah a temptress was putting things lightly, but as much as she teased, she was a benevolent tease. And right now, with Derek at the center of her attention, he learns quickly just how animated that benevolence was. She takes him to the hilt, buries his cock deep inside of her, and...

And...

... squeezes his length with her inner muscles while shoving her tongue down his mouth. Both hands hold his face, like a fragile gem. She starts to bob up and down, with each light impact singing the wet song of ~plap~, ~plap~ and ~plap~, while her tush jiggles under his hands.

*Derek Saint sank into Missus Dalton, the muffled moan muted by mouths meeting, lips locked and tongues twirled, Derek energetic, assertive, but fundamentally driven by more energy than experience. Dynah had to lead him, to ride him, every roll of her hips bringing ample ass down upon his lap, his sack clapping against her thighs. Where once, his pulsing member drooled, it now spurted, but not with his release, not yet. Derek had the loveliest lady he'd ever imagined in his lap, and he had to hold out. Fingers curled, digging into her hips, and he'd plump cheeks, the persistent, wet, plap plap plap of the powerhouse that is Dynah Dalton driving her young ward and learning lover to his limit, his tongue pinned beneath hers, save for occasional swirling fits of fight where he reminds her that he's doing his best, truly, and she's going to milk him dry. She'll have to, really, to show Derek how much more about a woman he needs to know.

*Dynah Dalton has no wrong assumptions about what she is doing, and with persistent bump and grind, wet squelching of drooling cock into her drenched folds, she works her newest stud towards the blissful release. The kiss breaks and she holds him by the neck, fills his face with the wet lips of a gasping woman in her late forties riding him like a minx in her early twenties for all he was worth and more. Each repeated, slippery impact has her breasts shudder, and squeezes her rump into his lower body. "Mhmm, yah... is that... what you... hhhaa... thought... of... Derek..?" Oh, Dynah is having her fun, regardless of whether he is pushing her over the cliff of orgasm or not. After all... "You... mhmmnnn... wanna do this... hhhaa... more often, baby..?" ... she had plans for him. Each descent rubs her body over his, and grips his shaft with well trained muscle. It sure was a little secret among the older boys that Missus Dalton took some liking to them, but this was more than a rumor. Here she is, happily riding his young prick with no care in the world about his potent seed being pushed deeper and deeper into her still fertile body. And from how lovely she is kneading his erection with her hungry snatch, she wants him to make sure, too. "... is that... something you... uhmmmnn... hha... dreamt of, Derek..? Putting a baby in me... on your... on your first time?"

*Derek Saint was young, relatively. He scarce knew what he wanted, and he hadn't expected to find himself like this. Holding onto Dynah, his dick, impressive for his age, buried hilt deep, painting her inner walls with his semi-opaque precum. But all in all... It was a good day, and hearing her talk about him knocking her up...he'd said it as a vow to be honest and good, but the way she spoke of it, how she made it sound so good... Derek found himself thrusting up. Driving that extra half inch every bounce. Plaps became Claps, faster, too, his nails digging into her rump, pulling her down as Derek started to sweat, barely holding back but finding it in him to answer her. "Y-yes! Yes Missus Dalton! D-Dynah! Dynah, I.... I wanna put a baby in you!. Have... Have my baby!" He cried out, the admission all poor, sweet, wonderful Derek needed to spill over, to drive himself in and rapid fire babble "Plesseplesasepleaseplease~" in her ear, eyes screwed shut while down south he exploded in release. His cum flowed hot, heavy, and thick. He'd been pleasuring himself alone and scarcely before now, and the end result was Dynah feeling ropes thick as glue and sticky like molasses splatter across her insides, painting her pink petals in pearlescent white.

*Dynah Dalton keeps her bobbing up right until she feels her charge... discharge. "That's a good boy... hhhaaa... and good man.~" The wide hips and plush rump press down, and with wiggles of her lower body, she grind his spasming, spurting shaft as deep into her heated body as the two could go. "HHHhHhaaa..." She sighs, and wraps arms around him tightly, showers his face with kisses. "If you really want to try, Derek, you'll need to do this a lot more... hhaa... often..." Dynah pushes her lips to his ear, and catches it between teeth for a little nip. "How does all night sound?"

The kettle chirped, and with his cum oozing from her snatch, Dynah slowly leaned back. "Mhmm, looks like it's time you got something warm in your stomach, too...~"