Summer Story by Lady Teegan

There was something that she said...it was barely a whisper but his ear begged for understanding. He tried to remember.

The grass swayed over his head. He looked straight up. The clouds seemed to make formations that he might have known.

He pulled a stalk and chewed on it. The sun warmed him and he sensed he was the only person for miles. Just him, the grass, and the blue blue sky. He heard a tractor way in the distance but it was like a dream he had had...somnolent and passing.

He got lost in a reverie....

He was an average size boy, sun kissed skin from working on the farm.  His shirt was open, beads of sweat rolling down his skin.  Amidst his disassociation he lost track of his surroundings and drifted to sleep.

His mind wandering in his dream state, his unconscious still trying to push forward the whispers of her words.  He sees her in his dream standing there; "No no, this is all wrong, why are you so tall".  He stirs feeling uncomfortable, "the angle is all wrong". He watches her lips, leaning into her words, "Please I cannot hear you, what did you say"?

She smiles at him patting his head.  A sound distracts him and disturbs his vision, he wrinkles his brow confused, feeling her slip away.  In between sleep and awake he feels distressed, his vision of her dissipating.  "WAIT!!! Please don't go!"

His eyes slowly open, startled as he sees her towering over him.  Her feet on each side of him, uncomfortably resting to the side of his ribs.  He tries to sit up, but she quickly puts her heel into his chest, "I'm not going any where boy" she laughs, "and neither are you".

"It looks as though you were having quite a dream there, your crinkled face made me happy in my heart.  Tell me boy what were you dreaming about?"  he rolled his eyes at her,  "I do NOT want to talk about it"  she dug her heel into his chest and looked at him scornfully almost taking pleasure in his obstinate behavior, his pain stricken face making the little hairs on the back of her neck tingle.  

"tisk tisk, that is not the correct answer now is it?" he responds with a defeated tone in his voice "No Mistress, I'm sorry"  She studies his face easing the heel out of his chest, she squats down straddling his belly, "Tell me, what troubles you today?".  He breaks eye contact and appears unable to speak.  "Well, perhaps you need some motivation!"

He looks back up at her, half mopey half curious.  She claps her hands together and rubs them quickly leaning back, a hand resting on both of his knees.  She begins to move her hands up his legs at a painfully slow, and teasingly way.  She stops just below his sweet spot, looking at him with her mischievous smile.  She keeps one hand on his thigh at all times bringing the other to pull her skirt above her hips revealing her well groomed pantieless pussy.  She smiles as his breathing is constricted, squirming beneath her as she is placing more weight on his belly.  "Is this what you want?"  she asked him in a low seductive voice.  He lets out a long, deep, wanting sigh "yes Mistress."  She moves her hand between his thighs and begins to massage his hardened cock.

She stops for a moment tapping her bottom lip.. she speaks to him in a candid manner while continuing to massage his cock hidden by his jeans.  She unfastens his button and and unzips his pants slipping her hand inside gripping it firmly as she pulls it from its constraints.   "It seems we have a problem here"  he looks at her bewildered, and in his lustful state only manages to speak a singular word "Miss?"

She releases his cock and sits up straight across his belly pulling her skirt down.  "Well slut, you never answered my question.  So your cock is going to get a little sun until you choose to answer me."  "Oh dear, did you remember your sunscreen today? This could end badly for you.." her voice inflections would mimic that of sarcastic, but he knew she was serious.  her eyes widened as excitement filled her voice "I have never seen a cock peel from a sunburn before!".  she claps her hands amused at the horror on his face.  "Oh!! One more thing, a tiny detail you need to know..."She pulled a small bottle that was tucked between her breasts out, and held it in front of his face.  "Go ahead, read the bottle aloud".   She wiggled and smiled as he squinted from the glare of the sun,  he stuttered a bit  "Accelerate - T-t-tanning Lotion".  "The boy can read!!!" she said with glee.  "And I will be lubing you up here shortly if you do not answer me, you have 3 minutes and just think your cock has been cooking for 5 already"

he feels trapped under her gaze, petrified unable to move, speak, feeling as though his heart will crawl out of his chest and explode.  He thinks to himself "This nutty woman is going to tan my cock, and I'm going to let her because I am too afraid to admit I cannot remember her words" she hums in a maniacal tone "Pressure pushing down on me, Pressing down on you no man ask for."

"Mistress please!!" he begs as she continues the taunting tune bouncing lightly while he struggles with his ambiguous feelings.  "What, you want the lotion now? As you wish!"  she squeezes some into her hand taking a deep breath "I do love the smell of coconuts"  

"NO!! Please Mistress, no I beg you not to do it".  She winks at him smiling knowing his turmoil she reaches around with her hand full of lotion and begins to jerk him off slowly. "mmm now we must not forget to bake your nuts!  Such a delicacy they will be"  He whimpers a weak Mistress, 20% no and 80% wanting her hand to continue to working his cock.  "It seems as though you want your cock to fry...I shall add a little more lotion to make sure the head is good and covered, I don't want any of your bits to be missed".  He moans at the sensation, though silk was being grazed across his skin. She slaps his cock bringing him out of his pleasure spot, "I'm beginning to think you do not care about your cock.  Releasing his cock letting it flop in the wind, she leans onto his chest, her lips by his ear sucking his lobe briefly giving it a bite "you do know this little weenie roast will not stop me from using your cock how I please my dear."

His eyes welled up with tears, shame filled tears for having forgotten her precious words.  He choked on his words as he plead with her "Please Mistress, I could not remember your words from the other day, I swear to you that was all!  Please don't fry my cock".  She smiles,  her lips still by his ear, feeling his tears kiss her cheek.   "aww, now there's a good boy right there."  placing her hand around his throat she squeezes collecting his tears with her soft kisses.  She sighs releasing his neck, "A boy only tells the truth when his cock is on the line, we shall have to work on that."  he nods

"Lucky for you, I lathered your cock with sunscreen, SUCKAH."  She stands up taking his hands pulling him up.  "Put it away, we are leaving"  He tucks his still swollen, humiliated cock back into his pants bouncing a bit as he pulls his zipper up.  She pats him softly between his legs  "Come, we're leaving" he takes a deep breath, following her.  They stopped in front of a parked tractor, a blanket covering the attachment.  "What's that?" he asked inquisitively, she ignores his question.  "Strip",  he does as he's told folding his items neatly.  She lifts up one part of the blanket, revealing a door.  "In you go" he looks at her his shoulders dipping with a heavy sigh, knowing now what it is.  She smiles at his agony, slapping his pasty white ass, while he crawls into the cage.   She rips the blanket from the top, just like in the movies where the waiter yanks the table cloth and all of the items remain in place.  She hops in the driver seat grinning ear to hear belting out a tune: "HE thinks my tractor's sexyyyyyyyyyyyy, it really turns him on".
The End