"Make me cum sweetness, and then I am going to take your virginity. Seeing your hot little hole in the mirror whilst you eat me is getting me so fucking wet, but you can taste that, can't you? Oh baby, you're going to lie on your back, right here, with your knees up to your chest, and beg me to fuck your exposed hole. You belong to me my pet, my darling fuck-toy, my wonderful little boy. Oh yes, that's it, keep going, oh my love, oh my love!"

With a cry Monique came, pulling his head hard to her hot needy cunt with her hands, her back arching, hips forcing her pussy hard against his face. The boy sucked her throbbing clit between his teeth, as she rode her climax, gently kissing and licking at her as she relaxed back in to the cushions as the orgasm passed.

She reached down to stroke his hair and face, offering him praise. Smiling kindly, she spoke softly to him, "Now is the time to give yourself to me my love. Do not be afraid, you were created for this purpose."

Slipping off the bed, she picked the smallest Share dildo off the sheets. It would slip easily inside him, though she knew to his virgin eyes it dwarfed her finger in size. She motioned him to roll on to his back, and bade him watch as she stood with her legs slightly apart. With one hand, she parted the soft, swollen lips of her vulva, with the other bringing the pony stub of the Share up, pressing it inside of her. The boy watched silently, and Monique noticed that his erection remained undiminished.

She walked sensually towards him, climbing on the bed, kneeling between his thighs, gently patting them to indicate he should spread them for her. Taking the lubrication, she wordlessly ran her hand up and down the strap-on's shaft, before bringing two fingers to his bottom, slipping them straight in to his anus. He gasped, and she felt his sphincter clamp down on her, but she gently and softly began to open him up, relaxing him as she spoke,

"I know you are nervous my pet, but I am about to introduce you to a world of pleasure you have never conceived of. I know you were likely raised with the old-fashioned and narrow sexual thinking that has defined our times. That as a man, hard and strong, you make love to a girl's soft embracing pussy. Well, you have a pussy too, and it's just as soft, and tight, and perfect as any girls. You are going to spend vast amounts of time with my cock inside of you, in every position you have ever imagined. You are going to use your pretty little hole to give me tremendous pleasure, and to demonstrate your complete and utter submission to me. You will crave the moments when i fill you. You will not feel complete unless my firm shaft is nestled between your soft peachy buttocks. You will come to beg me to enter you."

Monique felt his body relax and accept her fingers as she lubricated his insides. The boy had also sub-consciously let his thighs fall further apart, opening up his bottom to her, and the dildo which rested just inches from his virgin orifice. Again, she noted his erection had remained constant, and knew his desire for her and the experiences she could introduce him to far outweighed any nervousness, or pre-conceived notions of male-female sexuality.

Satisfied he was ready to receive her, Monique, withdrew her fingers from the warm confines of his bottom, sliding her hands beneath him to cup his buttocks, and lifted him up slightly, his anus rising to meet the head of the Share. She moved forwards a little on the bed, until the tip of the dildo rested against his puckered hole.

"Tell me," she whispered, "tell me you want it."

The boy nodded. "I do," he whispered back sincerely, "I want to feel you inside of me, to submit to you, to be your boy."

Her heart leaping, Monique gently but firmly pushed forward with her hips. At first his virgin anus resisted, but as she kept up the pressure, and used her hands to stroke the inside of his thighs and his hard penis, she saw, and felt, the tight muscle begin to give way to her. Slowly, the tip disappeared inside his body, until his sphincter accepted her and the shaft slide easily through. The boy responded by throwing his head back, an animal groan escaping his lips. Monique carried on pressing until her thighs were against his buttocks, and every inch of the Share was buried inside of him. She let him rest, grow used to be filled, for a moment, then slowly began to slide in and out of him, angling her thrust to press his prostate gland. Already, the boy's cock was leaking on to his belly. Leaning forwards she lay her weight on top of him, embracing him in the missionary position, and encouraging the boy to lift his legs and wrap them around her back.

"Good boy, you'll let me get nice and deep this way," she whispered in his ear, before kissing him deeply, and passionately, her tongue slipping between his lips, and he received her as his anus was her phallus.

How had he lived so long without knowing this pleasure? He had never felt so complete, the shaft filling him entirely with every deep thrust of his Mistress' hips. The boy wrapped his legs tightly around her back, arching up to meet her thrusts, eagerly assisting her deeper inside of his virgin body. He had never felt more submissive, and yet more sexually alive, than he felt now in this position, his most private place exposed, stretched wide around an invading phallus. His world was a mass of intense sensations; his sensitive rim gripped tight around the Share as it slid in and out of him, his prostate as his Mistress skillfully angled her thrusts inside his rectum, his lips and her sweet mouth kissed him deeply.

Monique cupped the boy's chin, tilting his head so their eyes met. "He is so beautiful" she thought, his blue eyes sparkling beneath his tousled hair and sweaty brow, bright blue and alight with a fervour. She knew she was close.

"I'm going to cum, you're going to make me cum" she panted, leaning down and thrusting her tongue deep in to his mouth, increasing the tempo with which she moved in and out of his rectum, her thighs slapping against his tight buttocks as the familiar sensations that heralded the approach of orgasm built up between her legs. The boy pulled her closer, wrapping his legs around her tighter, rising to meet her thrusts. With a cry Monique came, an intense orgasm firing up from her groin, filling every part of her. She did not stop, but increased her pace, pounding hard and deep in to his bottom, all control lost as she rode both the waves of her climax, and the beautiful boy lain out beneath her.

At last spent, she collapsed on to him, both embracing each other and kissing in that urgent, breathless, post-climax way that lovers do. Both mumbling adoration between kisses and snatched breaths,

"Oh my beautiful, beautiful pet,"

"I adore you Mistress,"

She wanted him to cum too, wanted him to feel as good as he had made her, to thank him for giving his beautiful unspoilt body to her. Careful not to slide out of him, Monique rose to her knees, flushed, her bosom still rising and falling a little breathlessly. She gazed down between her parted thighs, and took in the site below her. Her soft, womanly body, joined to his. The glistening shaft of the Share protruding from her vagina, splitting her puffy lips, and disappearing in to the tight rim of him anus. The skin around his hole was slightly red from their love making, a far darker shade now than the soft pale white skin around it. She could see his anus pulsing with each breath he took, gripping tightly around her cock, as if determined to keep her inside of him.

"Such a beautiful little boy, and such a beautiful, perfect little pussy you have" Monique said softly. "You look so divine with me inside you."

The boy could only look up at her with a mixture of pride and adoration on his face, and she knew then that he was hers. Not just to command, to fuck, to be served by, but that she owned his soul. Reaching down gently she took his own cock in her hands. Already hard, it seemed to grow even larger in her hands, and she felt it throb as her hands wrapped around its length. Gazing down at him with a smile, the Share still deep inside him, Monique began to masturbate the boy, her boy, with both hands. Using the 'basket weave', she laced her fingers around his penis, twisting them as she moved up and down his shaft, running the palm of her hand other the sensitive head.

Instantly, the boy was panting, bucking his hips, crying out with pleasure. A wide grin split Monique's face, and continuing to bring him ever closer to a climax of his own, she began very gently rocking her hips in a circular motion, causing the Share dildo to move very slightly in and out of his hole, adding the electric sensations of the dildo rubbing past his anus to those her hands produced upon his cock.

"You're going to cum soon my darling," Monique purred; a statement not a question. "Before I let you, I want you to tell me that you belong to me, that you will worship and adore me as a boy should his Mistress."

"Oh Mistress..." the boy panted, barely able to focus, "I belong to you in every way, every piece of me is yours, I have never wanted anything more!"

"Every piece hmmm? Even this?" Monique asked slyly, giving her hips a deeper thrust, forcing the Share deeper inside.

"Urrgghh," the boy moaned, arching his back as the head of her dildo pressed against his prostate, "yes Mistress, my bottom is yours, I will use it to please you, for its true purpose."

"Good boy," Monique replied, squeezing her hands tighter, feeling him throb in against her palms and fingertips, seeing his chest flush red, his anus grip even tighter around the Share, heard his breathing quicken, low moans emanate from deep within him.

Then, he arched his hips, clamping his thighs around her, as his penis spasmed in her hand, and his hot seed spilled out on to his belly. He let out a howl-like cry, exclaiming her name, before fall back, spent. Monique continued to work his shaft with her hands, until every last drop was milked from his penis. Gently, she moved backwards, sliding her dildo out of him. They boy whimpered as the head slid out of his sphincter, a sense of incredible emptiness overcoming him. Leaning down, Monique cupped his scrotum, lifting it up and planted a soft kiss upon his tender hole. She watched as it slowly closed, until the wide spread anus was once again almost back to its puckered normality. The redness of his rim, the remains of glistening lubricant around it, and it remaining slightly open the only signs of their passionate love making.

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Later she had the boy prepare a meal for them both. They ate it sat cross-legged on the veranda outside, enjoying the cool of the evening, he naked, her wrapped in a brightly coloured sarong. The material hugged her figure, whilst hiding the details from view, and Monique noted as they talked and ate that the boy's penis never went completely soft. At one point she interrupted his eating, asking him to go fetch the medium sized strap-on. His cock was noticeably thicker when he brought it back to her, and Monique wondered if he was disappointed when she simply nodded for him to place it upon the table by the hammock.

They continued to relax and talk and eat, enjoying each other's company. After the meal, she had him clear away the dishes, retiring to the hammock at the end of the veranda, waiting for him to return.

"Come, join me," she said when he reappeared in to the evening sun, beckoning him over. He walked over, her admiring gaze running all over his form, climbing in to the hammock and lying down beside her, facing his Mistress.

"I think we're going to have a wonderful week," she said, closing her eyes and leaning in to kiss him gently.

The boy tightened his arms around her, returning her kiss, his tongue finding her own, teasing, playing across her lips. Their hands roamed over each other, his soft skin beneath hers, the thin material of her sarong between her own warm skin and his stroking hands. There was no slow build up this time, and Monique spent only a few moments exploring his upper body before slipping her hand between his thighs, taking his cock in her hand and squeezing. Her pet's own hand had found the opening to her sarong, fingers eagerly brushing through her soft curls, slipping between her hot, moist labia. Monique chewed gently upon his lip, lost in their shared passion.

As her boy found her sensitive clit and began massaging it beneath his fingertips, she began urgently tugging on his cock. As his pace increased she parted her thighs further, giving him better access to her swollen clit, and reached down with her second hand to cup his scrotum, squeezing and massaging his testicles between her fingers as she urged him on to climax. By now she was soaking wet, and she could feel her juices running down between her lips, down past her perineum, between the crease of her buttocks. That gave her an idea, and she moved her second hand slowly backwards from his balls, between his legs, dragging her fingernails over his flesh. The boy moaned in anticipation and parted his own thighs, allowing her further in, tensing with pleasure as her fingernails reached his anus, teasingly playing with the rim.

Redoubling his efforts upon her most sensitive organ, all of a sudden Monique found herself gripped by the most tremendous orgasm, as her beautiful clever boy manipulated her swollen clit, teasing it out of his hood, prolonging her ecstasy. Crying out loudly, no one to hear, she bucked her hips against his hand, shuddering with delight. Her hand squeezed his throbbing shaft hard enough to cause him to yelp, a noise she smothered with a long deep kiss, clamping his hand between her thighs.

Pulling back to gaze in to his eyes, she re-opened her thighs, exposing her wet and puffy lips once more.

"Oh you wonderful boy. Now, I want you to finger me..." She gave him a dirty smile, as she felt his fingers slip from her clit down between the folds of her womanhood, finding her hot entrance, two of them curving up inside her. She withdrew her own hand from between his legs, still grasping his cock in the other, and put her fingers to her lips. Slowly, seductively, she placed three in to her mouth and sucked on them, tongue swirling around the tips. Slowly, withdrawing them one by one, she locked eyes with her pet, and slowly ran her hand down his body, pausing only to give a soft squeeze to his heavy scrotum, as she returned her hand between his legs. The boy obediently let his thighs fall further apart, arching himself to meet her touch. As the two lovers, Mistress and boy, leaned back in to kiss each other, she placed the pads of two moist fingers against his entrance, pushing firmly but gently, feeling his sphincter give way and stretch around them, allowing her fingers in to his hot velvety depths.