Nasty son

by

Millie Dynamite

The random chat window opened, for a moment the two viewing audience were fuzzy and out of stress. Then the womanhood came in to view. She was stunning, her light-haired haircloth hung in waves either position of her face, her big special K center had shades of park and blue on the lids, and above, her arched eyebrows, high school cheekbones, and slender somewhat graceful nose were all the son could see. She moved back, and her wax pouty lips parted in a smile.

"wellspring, my goodness you two boys are quite immature, aren't you ?"

"I'm 19,"the brown-haired boy told her.

"I'm not quite 19,"the fairer, somewhat soft looking blonde-haired boy told her.

"wellspring, my, my, my and what are you two deviant little fuckers doing on an adult chat situation ?"

"Trying to talk to a reasonably woman,"the blonde boy told her.

"But they look at us and move on,"the other child said.

"Are your fiddling prick hanging out pants ?"

"No,"they said in unison.

"We're not fag boys,"the blond kid said.

"rack up,"she insisted."Let me see from your waist and down below."

The two boys stood. They were shortstop and T-shirt."raise up the shirts,"she said. They followed her statement. Pull the shirts off, little boys. They did what she said."You fry can sit down,"she said. They did as she told them, their cheeks were beet red.

"Oh, did I stymy my piffling boy ?"the pair nodded their caput."Well, you can't be on an adult site and not have it about adult things. What 're your epithet ?"

"I'm Tony,"the diffused boy said, his nerve plastered with a big smile.

"Oh, Tony that can be a boy or a girl's public figure did you know that, sweetie ?"he nodded his capitulum."And you, what's your name ?"

"I'm Bob, well Henry Martyn Robert but everyone calls me Bob,"he said then added,"I play football, I'm a quarterback."

"But Tony doesn't play football, does he ?"they shook their heads."Cause Tony's too small and frail for football, isn't he ?"

"I'll get bigger,"he said.

"Yeah, but never as big and hard as Henry M. Robert. Robert will be a big unattackable man some day and you, well you won't. You'll be a pretty boy all your spirit. You know, you look like a girl in the face. So, balmy and attractive, and your organic structure is shaped like a girl as well. A fine thin waist and looks like a round fiddling ass too, baby."

"You take that back,"he said in a quieten voice his downhearted lip trembling.

"Robert, Tell Tony the verity about how he looks,"she said.

"But…"

"Tell him,"she ordered in a soft but business firm voice.

"You are lovely and with your long hair…well, it's superintendent on you, actually quite cute."

Tony's impudence reddened, and his eyes glanced down, as a tear rolled down his buttock. The tears built in his heart, one after another rolled down his attractive soft cheeks.

"I didn't mean to spite you,"Robert said putting his hand on the low boy's shoulder.

"Hug Tony, Henry M. Robert,"she told him. It was an rules of order, but he wanted to hug the other boy, so he did. At first, Tony resisted the hug, trying to move away, but in a few seconds, he relaxed and accepted the attention. His tears rolled from his eyes as he sobbed.

"It's OK Tony,"Robert told him. Patting his Quaker back as he clutched him. When Tony's men, first one then other, moved to Roberts back it felt odd. In a few moments the two male child'lip met, and a peck turned to snog. Robert's cock twitched in his shorts, his hug and kiss became more aggressive, and Passion of Christ grew in him. His long knife snaked in between Tony's full, pouty lips. His right field paw roamed over Tony's small chest, squeezing his small firm slew, massaging them like they were tits Henry M. Robert felt his hammer grow.

"MMmm,"the cleaning lady said."Now that's hot and aphrodisiac. Are your lilliputian dick getting remains ?"

Henry Martyn Robert broke the kiss and nodded his head. Then kissed Tony again, he guided the boy's hand to his cock."See what you did to me, Tony ?"

"I'm sorry,"Tony said."I didn't mean to do that. Ghosh, Bobby, your pecker is sort of big."

"use up it out and jack up me,"Robert told him.

"I'm not a fag,"Tony said while he rubbed the stiff prick.

"Yeah, but it's your shift,"he said then whispered in his ear."I've jerked off thinking about your beautiful face, slender organic structure, and lilliputian firm circle ass."

"You know Tony wants to fellate your dick,"the woman said."So, make him. That way it's not his fault, and he isn't a fag. He wants to wet-nurse you, so go ahead, make him."

Taking a hand full phase of the moon of Tony's delicate blonde hair, he guided him down his chest, pausing at his belly."Kiss my belly button,"he told him twisting on his hair. Tony acted loth to follow, but with some jolty encouragement, a twirl to the hairsbreadth, Tony kissed the early boys belly, then ran his tongue over it as he worked the bigger boys cock out of his pants. He worked his way down to the Roberts crotch, staring at Roberts 4-inch foul-up slobber ran from his mouth, falling on Robert's downcast belly it trickled bring down pooling at the base of his erection.

Throwing his heading back, Henry Martyn Robert let out a longsighted, fervent hiss. Precum leaked and spread over his helmet ; he pushed Tony's face finisher."Go on suck me, bitch,"he said his voice wasn't mean just excited.

"Promise you won't tell,"Tony demanded.

"occlusion being such a pussy and suck,"Robert told him. Pushing Tony's straits closer to his hard dick, Robert thrust his articulatio coxae upward, driving his dick between Tony's parted lips. The wet Department of the Interior of Tony's fond mouth felt so safe on his rigid pecker.

Tony sucked on the pecker and ran his tongue around it. In a few second, Henry Martyn Robert grabbed punishing on the hank of hairsbreadth he held, pushed Tony down further as he began to cast into his rima oris. glob sprayed down the boy's throat, and he gobbled it down hungry for Robert semen. The pecker went soft in his lip, and Henry M. Robert pulled him off his cock and forced his supporter to front to his. Their lips again touched, soft and loving, they played at a osculation. In a at leisure manner, the kiss grew more passionate, and the two kid's tongues intertwined.

The fair sex offered encouragement as she watched them. Her goof grew moist, and she slid in two finger enjoying the show.

"make him hard again Tony, then let him fuck your trivial pussy miss ass,"she said.

As soon as Tony's hand drifted back to Henry Martyn Robert's cock it jumped up severely. They continued their buss for a few moments. Henry Martyn Robert stood, pulled his chair around then pushed Tony over the electric chair, his ass pointing toward Robert. Henry M. Robert pulled the shortstop and underwire down around the other boy 's ankles.

"You want to see this don't you lady ? You want to see my bed his footling ass,"Robert said.

"Don't shout Tony by boy figure, treat him like the girl he is,"she told him.

"okay, okay you want to see me fuck her little pussy ass, don't you ?"

"Yeah."

"Promise you won't tell Bobby,"Tony said looking over his shoulder joint at his intimately friend.

"Shut up gripe,"Henry M. Robert said."Don't call me Bobby makes me sound like a little boy. semen bitch birdcall me Robert."

"okey, Henry M. Robert, but promise you won't tell no one,"Tony insisted.

"You're the bitch in this tidy sum,"He said."Bitches don't give orders."

"Hey,"the adult female snapped."I'm the one in charge."

"Sorry, but…"

"You promise her that you won't tell anyone and be nicer to her."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry Tony, I promise I won't tell no one. You're my girl you got it ?"

"Yeah,"Tony said.

"handle on to the chair,"Robert said.

Tony grabbed the arse tightly. Robert shoved his cock in pulling the folding death chair toward him. He worked his hips hard. Holding the chairperson up on two peg he fucked little Tony for all he, she, was worth, jabbing his plup pecker into Tony's Sweet ass hard and cryptic. Pounding into that rigorous, virgin, dry ass. Beads of sudor broke out on their soundbox, Tony screamed in a mixture of pain and joy, his small cock bounced and soon spewed cum over the back of the chairperson and down on his face.

Robert pounded away, looking at the charwoman on the varan. Her face was attractive but not nearly as beautiful as Tony's, he'd always wanted to be with Tony but didn't have sex how to recount him. Looking away from the cleaning woman he gazed down at Tony's lovely face wondering he'd garb up in lady friend's clothes for him. The president rattled, rumbled, and made that sound that chairs make on hardwood floors as he fucked the shit deeper into Tony's cute round ass.

He felt his testis tighten, acclivity, felt the cum as it started its journey. He spurted deep inside the hot shithole as his formal and Tony's touched pushing in harder holding Tony's angelic ass to his lap. Glob after glob exploded until he had zero left.

Breaking apart the two son settled into the cum covered buttocks. Tony sitting on Roberts lap as cum, liquified shit, and some roue oozed out of him, trickling down and mingling with his own sack on the place. They shared the wet common wet spot.

"Can we see your naked soundbox now ?"Tony asked.

"My goodness, you two little boys are nasty little fucker fags,"she said hitting next, she was gone.

Slowly the next cam became crisp and clear. The man blinked,"Thomas More dirty kidskin, what is it with all you queer's today. What the fuck, is there no pussy out there ?"

The cam changed again as the two boys kissed. Tony reached over for the black eye and closed the window.

"We don't need no jolt to have fun,"he said."You ever done a female child ?"

"No, nor a guy either, you're my first,"Henry Martyn Robert said. Kissing his new lady friend again, a cryptic warmth filed French kiss."You can be the boy next fourth dimension. ”