He was staring at it. “A bit,” he said – the first words he had spoken – maybe she was getting somewhere.
She moved a hand over her cunt, opened the lips with two fingers, slid a finger up her vagina, then out, moved it to rub her clitoris to and fro, then held her lips open for him to see. “There it all is,” she said, “My vagina, and where I pee from, and my clit. For real.” He was staring up her cunt like Ali Baba when the doors of the cave of treasure opened for him. But she was dreadfully uncomfortable leaning back on one arm. Also she didn’t care by now. Not any more. This was what they both needed. “You’re a good sucker,” she said, “My tit loved it. Do your best this time.”
She spun round, lowered her cunt onto his face, and queened him briefly, rubbing her hair and wetness and smell all over his mouth and chin and nose and brow. Then she shoved her cunt down on his mouth. He did not know what to do with it, other than filling his mouth with her hair. So she thrust a hand down, opened the lips of her cunt for him, got her wet flesh down on each side of his mouth. It was just as it had been with her breast. Hesitation, fumbling – then avid licks and sucks. She had never known such a tongue, lapping away at her like a dog at its water bowl. She loved the feel, but also his excitement. This was better for him than wanking.
Facing his heels, she saw to her surprise that his cock was already twitching and stretching itself again. That was youth, she supposed. She bent her head and with some effort – people never fit one another quite as easily as they do in his magazines, she thought – she got her tongue at the head of his cock and licked lingeringly around it. Then she gave it an encouraging suck, not fierce, a caring and loving suck, just the thing a diffident cock needed. And how she liked it. The warmth, the taste of cock. Abruptly, the rewarding tang of his pre-cum. The cock stretched itself, grew rigid. Oh, she loved it. She was away now. In a world of cock. It’s little eye opening and closing as she rubbed the glans. That cute little seam which led from the eye to the glans. Licking around the rim, and how his cock jerked and almost spasmed at it. Then slow soft steady sucks, almost soothing him into coming. She had not had a cock in her mouth for so long. She loved cock. This cock, hers, for her use, right in front of her eyes, between her lips, at the back of her mouth.
Meanwhile he was licking away. She was soaking him in juice, she could feel it. He would not get her to come, he didn’t know how, but she liked not coming, not yet, getting more and more excited, wild.
She knew what she wanted now. She could not ask him for that. He had done enough, poor lad. But why not?. She wanted it. He could learn a woman could want it. She stopped a moment, called back, ‘Lick my bottom.’ She shifted forwards a bit. He stopped licking, paused. His hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom, partly to pull him up, partly to separate the cheeks. He was going to do it. Was he? Then, sudden, as eager and carried away as all his suckings, his tongue round her bottom hole, round and round, then pushing inside, as far as he could get, not within the muscle but into the softer more open space in front of it, round and round, in and out, rimming her. He shifted, to get his nose at her, almost in her. Wanting to smell her. She heard him sniff at her. Like a dog at a dog’s bum. Animal. Then back to licking round her and around.
The sensation missed out er vagina but went straight to her clit. It was so distended. Aching to come. She would have to fix that herself.
She pulled herself off him, span round, crouched over him, grabbed his cock between her thighs, rubbed it up and down her cunt, felt with it for the entrance to her vagina. “Look at it, look at it going in,” she said, and pulled up his head with one hand so he could see the column of his own cock vanishing into the black hair of her cunt as she sank slowly onto him. She dropped his head. Sank down till he was right inside, their hairs met, and she was sitting on his thighs. Feeling herself full of him, that lovely entered, penetrated, filled up feel. She bent forwards and started to rise and fall, fucking him, fucking his cock. So that on the downstroke her clit struck his pubic bone. That would get her off in no time. As long as he did not come too soon himself. Hopefully not when he had come already.
His head had turned to one side, eyes closed. She gripped his head in both hands, turned it to face her. “Look at me,” she said, “We’re fucking. Look at me. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…” and again and again, the stress on the moment her clit banged against him. It was aching, it was throbbing, and how could she be so wet, streaming down him and out of herself, she could feel. He was panting and staring at her, eyes wide in what looked like amazement. She fucked, fucked him. “Oh,” she said, “Oh, its coming, its coming, I can feel it, oh darling you darling, here it is, coming, I’m coming, coming.” And she did, on and on, first fast and banging, her clit shooting out spasms all over her body, then moving more slowly on him, savouring it, the declining softening easing after-come that went on and on as echoes of it ran through and through her body. And slowly she subsided, trembling all over, still with it, still experiencing it. She bent down and kissed him, whispered in his ear, “Oh you fucker, you fucker, you lovely fucker, it was lovely”.
But he had not come, or she did not think he had. And his cock was, just slightly, softening. Must remedy that – only fair to him. So, faster than she would have liked but still so excited, she whisked off him, with an effort as her thighs ached. That cock, shiny with her juice. She bent to suck. Different from last time – the taste of her own juice on him. Quick, hard now, he was so nearly ready. Her other hand squeezing his balls softly. Her finger and thumb running up and down his swollen prick where it ran behind his balls. Then stopping her sucks for a moment – her little finger into her mouth to wet it – groping around under him – and her finger up his bottom suddenly, thrusting, as she sucked him with quick firm sucks. Spunk straight into her mouth in gushes. His cock throbbing between her lips. She swallowed just like she had imagined, sucked to milk the boy, licked gently around the head to clean him.
She raised herself, turned around, bent down – and kissed his mouth with spermy lips, lingeringly.
She lay down beside him, and cradled his head on her shoulder. What could she say, what could he? It had happened. “There,” she said, motherly now, “There, it’ll be all right. Don’t worry.” Was it all dreadful, a drunken selfish blunder on her part? But it had all been so lovely, for him too. Anyway, there it was, whether they liked it or not. So they would just have to see. And with these thoughts, tired and fulfilled, and with his head sunk as if gratefully into her shoulder, she drifted off to sleep, and he with her.
[To be continued? Let’s see what response this gets…..]
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