Loading...It had been months since my divorce, and though I had recently started dating again, I was more than just a bit gun-shy about some of the men my best friend and sister had been trying to hook me up with. Only one of which I had actually had sex with, primarily because he had been good looking…and I had been horny.
But that too had been a mistake. He was lousy in bed, looking out only for himself.
Like I had been doing, I then swore another oath of chastity on myself (at least through a minimum of six dates) before allowing so much as a titty fondle. So far, I’d managed to go the distance of three dates with the men Joyce, my sister had sent my way. Either they were in too big a hurry to take me to bed, or I knew at the end of three dates we simply weren’t compatible.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about you,” she had told me one morning. “I mean I’m glad to see you’re at least going out once in a while, but you’re getting more and more moody with each passing day too,” she then added. Which was true…I had been.
Going without sexual release just simply wasn’t normal for me. Not that I didn’t masturbate, because I did. Every single day, and sometimes twice. But that was more like a stress-relief kind of an orgasm, and not a pleasurable “felt like I’d died and gone to heaven,” kind of a climax. That kind I hadn’t had for longer than I cared to think about.
“Yeah, I know…just not easy these days,” I told her. “I’m nearing forty, and at the moment most of the good ones are already taken. Seems like all I’m getting are the ones more like my ex, who’s now out doing what they are. Looking for an easy score, fresh new pussy, and no commitment.”
“Well? Maybe that’s what you should be doing right now. Just relax, enjoy yourself. The right man will come along when it’s time Debra. Until he does, quit insisting on that silly six date rule of yours.”
I laughed at that. “Oh? And what’s so silly about that? If you remember correctly in the beginning, I was more than willing to just be my old horny self, even if that made it look like I was easy or something. And then the very first guy I end up going to bed with since my divorce, pops off in less than fifteen seconds. Next thing I know he’s laying next to me, snoring away in my bed. Damned if I’m ever going to let that happen again!” I responded back.
I had no sooner said that, than the sound of a lawn mower starting up in my sister’s back yard startled me, not to mention making it slightly noisier inside my sister’s kitchen. On most Saturdays, I had gotten in the habit of driving over to my sister’s house for an early morning cup of coffee and weekly gossip. Having been doing so for so long, and since she lived less than a mile away from my house, I’d gotten in the habit of just driving over, usually in nothing more than a wife-beater tee shirt, panties, and if I even remembered to grab it, my robe. This was one of those days when I hadn’t even bothered to bring that as warm as it already was. I glanced up at the clock on my sister’s wall, it was barely past seven.
“Isn’t that a little early to be mowing the lawn?” I asked standing up as though to freshen my coffee though I was curious to see who’d be mowing my sister’s yard at this god-forsaken hour of the morning. I stood looking out the window.
“That’s probably Peter,” Joyce said now standing, walking over to join me as the two of us stood looking out the window together. “As hot as it’s been getting lately, he likes to get an earlier start before it gets too unbearably hot to mow the lawn.” She paused for just a moment, adding. “Cute butt on him isn’t it?” She now asked.
He was obviously young, but very handsome and good looking for his age. “How’d you end up with a hottie like that mowing your yard for you?” I asked still glaring out the window at him.
Peter, as she had referred to him was a tall, well toned without being overly muscled young man. Though she later confirmed it, I had guessed him to be eighteen or nineteen, with sun bleached hair and a light tan as he began mowing her yard wearing nothing more than a cut off pair of Levi jeans.
“Julie’s boy,” she told me, referring to their next door neighbor. “Peter just graduated high school a couple of months ago, and will soon be heading off into the Navy. Just waiting for his papers to go through I guess. Too bad too, he’s been nice to look at when he’s come over to mow the lawn. Sometimes his younger brother Dave does it, but I get guilty every time I look at him, two years younger than his brother is, but just as good looking.”
I caught my breath just then still looking out, I had seen Peter nonchalantly reach down and scratch his groin as he pushed the mower. That simple innocent act sending a wickedly erotic jolt of pleasure down between my legs. For the briefest of moments, I’d actually imagined him taking his cock out in order to stroke it. Talk about instantaneous unexpected fantasies!
“Get a grip girl!” I told myself and finally stepped away from the window. “He’s way too damn young!”
As I turned my sister was sitting there at her kitchen table grinning at me.
“What?”
“Maybe…you should throw Peter a going away fuck,” she laughed.
“Yeah right, don’t be ridicules Joyce!” I admonished her, yet my pussy was thinking the very same thing. Already I could feel the sudden appearance of moisture beginning to seep into my crotch, and now wished for the first time I’d actually brought my robe over with me. I hurriedly sat down at the table, but I’d forgotten about the other telltale signs, which my sister immediately picked up on.
“Oh I am, am I? Then why is it if the thought isn’t already running around inside that wicked little head of yours, that you’re sitting there with your high-beams on honey?”
I looked down at myself. Sure enough, my nipples were rock hard, pressing against the thin material of the white wife-beater I had on. It couldn’t be any more noticeable. Which is when I then realized the mower had stopped somewhere along the way, and the sound of someone knocking on her kitchen screen door made me jump.
“Mrs. Jackson?” Peter asked peering through the door at us as we sat at her table. “Your mowers out of gas, and there wasn’t any more in the gas can either. I’d offer to go and get some myself, but I happen to be without any transportation at the moment.”
“Come in Peter!” Joyce called out to him as I sat glaring at her. Had she forgotten I was sitting there half naked? Then I realized…she hadn’t. Before I could even begin to react, Peter stepped inside.
“Debra? This is Peter, Peter…my sister Debra,” she said introducing us. Though I noticed as he stepped over to take my hand, his eyes had already locked onto my chest, though he quickly looked up upon realizing that, his face reddening.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said taking his hand back, though for a moment I’d almost wished he hadn’t.
“Unfortunately, Ted’s at the golf course, so he has our car,” she told him. “Would you mind taking him to get some gas?” Joyce turned asking me.
“I’m ah…not exactly dressed for that you know,” I said once again glaring at her, though she found it obviously amusing, as I again turned seeing Peter’s eyes once more locked on my nipples, which felt like they had turned to petrified stone at this point, and looked like it too.
“I guess you can take my car,” I then stated, forgetting myself for a moment as I stood to grab my purse. It was no more than two, perhaps three feet away on the counter, but plenty of time for me to realize my mistake, though it was already far too late for that. I now stood there in my sister’s kitchen in nothing more than a white pair of cotton panties, and my wife-beater with my full breasts looking like they’d been painted on, my nipples all swollen and hard as rocks pressing against it. All I could think of to do was fish inside my purse for the keys, and hand them to him. Pretending as I did so, that my attire, such as it was…was perfectly natural for me to be standing there in.
The problem was, I could still feel the wetness between my legs, but I sure as hell wasn’t about to look down either and draw any more attention than I already was.
“You know sis, your lawn could use a good mowing too. How longs it been? Two? Three weeks?”
Now I felt my face beginning to flush. One, because I was dressed the way that I was with a sopping wet crotch. And two, because I was actually embarrassed that I’d been neglecting my own yard work, something which I truly hated doing.
“I’d be glad to come over and mow it for you, just as soon as I’m finished here,” Peter told me.
“There, problem solved!” Joyce said speaking up before I could, “provided your mower still works of course,” she had to add.
Peter had already turned having taken my keys and headed out before I could respond to that one way or the other.
“What the hell are you up to?” I found myself asking my sister instead. But all she did was smile at me and laugh.
“Nothing besides getting your lawn mowed,” she grinned wickedly. “Which reminds me, when was the last time you got it mowed anyway?” She now asked.
I knew damn well she wasn’t talking about my lawn either. Truth was, I had always kept my pussy bare, nice and smooth. And had in fact just shaved it again last night before slipping into bed. But again, that still wasn’t what she had meant either.
“You really are incorrigible, you know that?” I answered. “Now, before he gets back, how about you lend me something to wear?” I asked.
**
At least Joyce was kind enough to lend me a pair of decent shorts to wear home, though I was still a bit self-conscious about the wife-beater and no bra. Peter had finished her lawn in short order shortly after his return. Just long enough for another cup of coffee and some catching up gossip, though for the most part my sister kept teasing me about tossing Peter a “sweet friendly fuck,” as she called it. “Better than an extra tip,” she had added.
I stuck my tongue out at her as Peter and I left. I had no intention of doing anything even remotely like that of course, but I still couldn’t help fantasizing about it anyway as we made the quick trip back to my place.
“Can I say something and not mean any offense by it?” Peter stated as we drove the short distance home. I smiled, holding my own nervousness, and curiosity in check.
“Sure, go ahead,” I said smiling demurely, trying to look something less than the cat who had swallowed the canary, though I’d already caught myself thinking about swallowing something else.
“You’ve got really amazing boobs!” He said startling, and surprising me with his boldness. Now I did laugh, unable to help myself.
Not wanting to embarrass him, nor myself any more than I already was, I tried keeping it light, a bit flirty perhaps…but friendly.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He actually looked surprised at that, his eyes wide as he responded back to me. “No, I don’t…never have in fact, you’re the first. But…I’ve only seen one other girl naked anyway, my ex girlfriend, and she didn’t have boobs anywhere’s near as big, or as pretty as yours are!”
It was a strange compliment to have received, especially the way I’d received it, and with Peter sitting next to me in the car actually staring at my tits. Though had I of been in his shoes, I probably would have too. Just innocent, and naive enough not to know better. But then again, I only had myself to blame for looking the way I now looked too.
“Thank you,” I said simply not knowing exactly what else to say, though my mind jumped out ahead of me like it quite often did whenever I became aroused. “I take it she was your first then?”
“First?” He said in that same naive way, and then realized what I’d meant by that. “Oh no…we ah, we ah never did that,” he said blushing. “In fact, well…I’m still a virgin,” he all but blurted, though continuing. “And I’m actually nervous about that too, you know…going in the Navy here soon and all, can only imagine what the other guys will think, or even do to me maybe, once they find out.”
I did laugh openly, embarrassing him a little perhaps though I had tried very hard not to. “I’m sorry,” I said still trying to control my giggling. “But it’s just that I’m actually surprised. As good looking a boy as you are, and knowing how kids are these days, it’s just surprising to find one as attractive as you are…to still be a virgin!”
Now he laughed too, once again easing the tension. “Not like I haven’t tried,” he explained. “But the one girl, not even my ex…that I thought about doing something like that with, wanted to wait until we were married. And I wasn’t exactly in the marrying frame of mind at the time. I’ve always wanted to see a little bit of the world first before settling down, and I thought that joining the Navy for a few years, and doing that would be the most opportune way. Unfortunately, most of the girls I’ve known didn’t see it that way. Hence me still being a virgin.”
We had just reached my street and was about to pull up into the driveway. “Tell you what, after you’ve finished mowing my…forest,” I amended. “Come inside and we’ll finish this conversation we’re having,” I told him, though again for the life of me…I didn’t know why I had said that. I knew damn well I was teasing myself in a way, and perhaps him a little too. But I’d enjoyed talking to him, and if anything, wasn’t quite ready to shoo him back home again too soon either.
I quickly showed him where my own mower was, and then left him to his work while I went inside to once again change my clothes into something a bit more appropriate perhaps than what I’d been wearing. It was already getting warm however as I stood there in my bedroom, now naked trying to figure out what exactly it was I could wear without looking too obvious about it.
“Obvious about what?” I asked myself. “It’s not like you’re actually planning on fucking the poor boy now are you?” I once again asked silently. “Or was I?”
The truth was, I now found myself thinking about it, wondering. Wondering if in fact he actually might be interested. “Chasing Cougars?” Wasn’t that the term I’d been hearing lately. “Was I? Would Peter see me in that light? Would he even be interested? Admiring my boobs was one thing. Giving his virginity away to a woman he’d most likely never see again was something else entirely. Especially when I was almost twice his age.
I put another tight fitting red blouse on. No bra. And a matching pair of red shorts to go with it. No panties. And then I traipsed back down to the kitchen area to make up a batch of iced tea for when Peter was finished with the lawn.
**
Half an hour later he was standing at my back door. I waved at him, motioning for him to come in. “I made some iced-tea,” I said pleasantly, though his look told me upon hearing that he didn’t really care for it.
“Thanks, but I’d really prefer a beer if you have any,” he said walking over to stand next to my kitchen counter. It was just noon, but I figured one beer wasn’t going to hurt this early. It just so happened that I had a few Corona’s in the refrigerator so I pulled two of them out. “You have any limes?” he now asked.
I did, but I almost told him I didn’t, starting to get just a little irritated with his sudden brashness the way I saw it. But once again my own horniness and my odd attraction to this young man both physically as well as towards this somewhat bold attitude caused me to do otherwise. I quickly retrieved a lime and began cutting it up for our beers.
He stood still leaning against the counter as I strolled over towards the kitchen table preparing to sit down, knowing as I did so he was staring at me, no doubt admiring my tight fitting red outfit.
“I liked the other shirt you had on better,” I heard him suddenly saying.
With my back still towards him I set my beer down on the kitchen table. Surprised unexpected anger, a bit of irritation with this young man caused me to do something that had I taken a moment more to think about, I probably wouldn’t have done. Grabbing the bottom of my tank top, I suddenly yanked it up and over my head, turning, grabbing my beer as I did so. Tossing my top onto the table, I finished the turn lifting my beer up to my mouth sipping from it. I noticed as I did so, Peter had been in the process of sipping on his too, and now held it against his mouth, though he didn’t drink. The surprise at my sudden action catching him totally off guard. His eyes were wide, as I stood there in front of him, my bare breasts both clearly revealed.
“That better?” I asked.
“Damn!” He finally said lowering his bottle without having taken a drink from it, drawing out the single word as though it were a sentence all by itself. I couldn’t help but smile, his obvious appreciation was disarming as he stood there staring at my tits. As he did, I felt my nipples immediately begin to stiffen, my rather large areola’s crinkling up excitedly. And then my own eyes wandered. Still leaning against my kitchen counter, it was nigh impossible not to notice the sudden growing bulge between his legs. The tight fitting Levi shorts he had on, simply not able to contain the press of his rapidly growing prick as he stood there. A fact that he became immediately aware of as it became quickly uncomfortable.
Once again I put my beer down on the table and sauntered over towards him, my full breasts jutting out enticingly as I approached.
“I hope you don’t mind my asking…” he began. “But are those real?”
Peter was so innocent, so naive, that I’d quickly come to the conclusion he was simply being himself, speaking his mind, putting words to his thoughts before actually thinking them through. I laughed.
“See for yourself,” I told him as I stepped up to stand there in front of him, only inches separating the two of us. I hadn’t had children, nor would I ever do so. Something I had learned several years back. Though in a way I was now glad I hadn’t, my almost forty-year old breasts looking as good as any woman’s might half my age, especially as big and full as they were, though they did rest against my ribcage a bit heavier than they once had.
Peter didn’t need to be invited, or asked twice however as his hands immediately came up to surround, and almost immediately begin kneading my aroused flesh like a contented kitten.
“Damn,” he said again speaking his one word long drawn out sentence.
“You like huh?” I purred back, enjoying the feel as he continued to squeeze, press and now palm my hard erect nipples, rubbing them in small gentle circles, which had the effect of releasing a driblet of arousal between my legs. Much more of that, because I hadn’t worn any panties, I knew I’d be soaking my crotch in no time. My own newfound boldness took over as well as I softly reached out, fingers easily locating the firmness pressed against his pants. I allowed my fingernail to teasingly begin carving out an outline around his rock hard shaft.
“Ohh!” he moaned, shivering uncontrollably as I did that.
“You like that too huh?” I grinned continuing to do so.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he said pinching one nipple a bit too firmly, but I accepted the sweet momentary pain as being a sign of his ever-growing need and lust as we stood there.
Reaching over with my other hand, I quickly popped the button on his jeans and then likewise began lowering the zipper on them too. “So Peter, have any of your ex-girlfriends given you a blowjob at least?”
“Yeah, a couple of times, one did anyway…well, sort of.”
I looked him in the eye, eyebrows raised in question. “What do you mean by sort of?”
“Well you know…she sucked on it a little, for a while. But then she took it out just before I came, didn’t want to…well, you know. But…she DID let me shoot all over her breasts, that was nice!” He grinned remembering.
I could tell by the expression on his face that even that had to have been a major turning point in his life. I rather enjoyed the feel of that myself on occasion, but as he’d already experienced that, I thought I’d give him something else even more pleasurable to remember. Wordlessly, I finished unzipping his shorts. The moment I had they came loose falling all the way down to his ankles. I had already half suspected, and now confirmed, he hadn’t been wearing anything beneath them. His young very aroused prick stood up thick and straight, not overly huge by any means, but certainly well above the norm. I held it briefly in my hand, feeling the heat and throb of it as I caressed him from prick tip to his balls, gently caressing them as we stood there. I was enjoying the catch in his breath each and every time I slowly stroked down, watching his shinny hard prick-tip unsheathe itself. Even better, a nice pearly droplet of precum suddenly oozing from the tiny eye-slit when I did.
It was then that I dropped down onto my knees before he knew what I was about. My mouth suddenly surrounding the spear-like tip of his shaft, his smooth head sliding in as my lips surrounded it, sucking it, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh fuck…that’s nice,” he again drawled out the words, rolling them over with his tongue as the excitement of the sensation became clearly evidenced in the way he had spoken them.
I cupped his now very tight ball sack in my hand, letting one finger graze that tender little sweet spot in between his balls and ass, my mouth now working ever so softly just the tip of his prick for a moment. I then engulfed him as fully as I could, nearly swallowing his entire length, breathing through my nose as I did so, sucking, holding, sucking him again as his knees weakened.
“Fuck Debra…I’m not sure…” he stammered fighting with every bit of strength he had left to keep from squirting off inside my mouth. I pulled away only for an instant.
“Just enjoy,” I told him…”Go ahead, cum in my mouth,” I then said, engulfing him again almost immediately. And almost immediately, upon doing that, I felt the first powerful spurt of his semen hitting the roof of my mouth. Admittedly it had caught me by surprise, even though I thought I was prepared for it. He had been closer than even I thought he was. I was ready for the second, and the third however as I felt each one pulsating forcefully into my throat, nearly gagging as I did so, there was so much of it!
After half a dozen full charged jettisons of his spunk, Peter finally ebbed off some, though still squirting. I continued to drink his essence down, savoring the musky, slightly salty flavor of him as I did so. I finally looked up, still licking his prick tip, digging into his tiny eye-slit with my tongue as though to dig out whatever else remained. He still had his eyes closed, one hand resting on the counter top for support, the other on the back of my head as he shuddered, groaning pleasurably.
He was still very firm as I stood, holding his prick in my hand, licking my lips still tasting him. Though he had softened a little, I was always amazed at the resiliency of a young man’s cock, remembering a time or two myself how they could so quickly bounce back from a recent spending. Counting on that, hoping for it.
“So Peter, have you ever licked a woman’s pussy before?” I stood, feeling the wetness between my legs even more apparent than it had been, knowing by now my crotch was totally soaked, already beginning to wiggle out of my own shorts as I stood there in front of him.
“Once,” he offered. “But all she did was giggle when I did it, so eventually I gave up,” he said honestly.
“She giggled?” I thought about that for a moment. Obviously she enjoyed it enough, so Peter had to have been doing something right, though I was now curious to find out why for myself.
“Yeah, I think it tickled more than felt good,” he added. “Anyway, that was the only time.”
“But you’re willing to do it again yes?”
“Oh hell yes!” His eyes widening as he said that, my hand now taking his in mine, though he didn’t immediately step away with me as I pulled on him. Holding me at arm’s length, he now looked down, his eyes boring into my very displayed bare pussy. “Wow, I’ve never seen one quite like that before,” he told me. “Well, not since my sister was a baby anyway,” he then added.
Once again I had to laugh, pulling on his arm again. “Come on Peter, come make me giggle.”
**
Both of us naked, I led him upstairs towards my bedroom. Looking back as we reached the door, not at all surprised to see his cock firmly hard again, sticking up and straight, his once pink tip swollen purple now, his head throbbing as I led him over towards the bed making myself comfortable. I was half tempted to take him into my mouth again, but I was hoping for more, a lot more.
“Come lick my pussy Peter,” I said giggling even then, liking the sound of what I’d just said. I felt wickedly horrid, delightfully obscene as I lay back against the pillows, legs bent at the knee. I knew he could see very clearly the wet glistening lips of my sex, my own pussy now swollen, puffy with desire as he placed himself there between my wide open legs, for a moment just looking at me. I was content to allow him to do that, for a moment anyway. And then I felt his finger tip introduce itself to my tender little clit, making me jump when he did that. In an instant however, he had traded places with his finger, his lips immediately capturing and sucking my clit, his tongue suddenly and quite rapidly flicking my clit, and I knew then what had caused his girlfriend to giggle.
“Whoa sport!” I said pushing his head away for a moment. “That little man in the boat there? It isn’t a race, not yet anyway,” I actually giggled. “Lick it slowly at first…softly, in fact, get me aroused just a bit more, licking me elsewhere before directly tickling my clit. Let me get used to it before you actually do that,” I instructed him. “I think that’s why your girlfriend giggled so much. If you start doing that too soon, it does actually tickle more than feel good,” I informed him.
Much to my delight, he began doing just that. I felt his tongue now slowly explore my inner-self, fucking me gently with it. His mouth now capturing my swollen labia, sucking and gently chewing on my lips, one finger now coming up to likewise probe my depths adding to the escalating pleasure.
“Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Much…much better,” I cooed enjoying his naïveté, his willingness to learn and explore as I lay there enjoying his explorations. He then reached up with his free hand, capturing one of my nipples again, I playing with the other one myself as he rolled my hard nub between his fingertips. This time his pinch felt good, once again adding to my own level of arousal. “Hmm, yes, I like that,” I told him. “Pull on them baby, while you’re now sucking my clit!” I added.
He went back to my clit, easily finding it, his mouth once again surrounding, sucking, though this time a bit more gently than he had before.
“Yes, yes! That’s perfect, keep doing it like that!” I told him, his finger slowly working itself in and out of my pussy, teasing my “G” spot even though I was pretty sure he didn’t know he was doing that. Likewise, he did pull, still twisting, tugging on my hard extended nipple, the pleasure-pain of his doing that now wanted, needed as he likewise sucked in my clit. There was no giggling now, no tickling. Only the sweet, sweet joy of having my pussy licked so wonderfully, so pleasurably after such a long, long fucking time!
Almost as quickly as he had done, I felt myself reaching the edge. I thought about warning him, though I wasn’t sure if I would, or wouldn’t…but then felt the beginning of my climax, too late to say anything as I gave myself over to it.
I did squirt a little, just enough to surprise him, though he continued on sucking, licking and mouthing my cunt. I saw stars going off inside my head, the wave of pleasure crashing over me, against me…every fiber of my being suddenly seized in what became one of the most intensely satisfying orgasms of my entire life.
I almost believe I had lost consciousness for a moment, coming around again, only then realizing he had crawled up to lay next to me, though his mouth now working on one of my still erect, somewhat sensitive nipples. The touch of his finger still inside, slowly stroking me, the wetness of my spending clinging to it, the sounds he was making slippery, squishy, sensually erotic.
“Wow,” he said simply.
“Wow is right,” I returned back leaning over to kiss him then deeply, passionately rolling him over onto his back as I did so. We kissed again before I finally forced myself to sit up, looking down at him. His cock hard as I’d ever seen it, perhaps even harder, throbbing all on its own only inches away from my thoroughly drenched cunt. “Peter? I’m not expecting you to, if you don’t want to…”
“Fuck me Debra,” he then told me, interrupting my sentence. “I want to fuck you too!” he added.
I lifted up just enough to reposition myself, coming down once again, not quite allowing him entry as I rested my wet split against the length of his extremely hard dick. I proceeded to slide back and forth against him then, letting him feel my slickness as it bathed his precious cock. I enjoyed the feel of his hands as he reached up, once again taking each of my breasts, molding them, teasing the nipples. As he did that, I felt his cock tip suddenly catch in the groove of my split, in the very next second I moved up, and then down. I felt, as we both did, the entire length of his shaft suddenly penetrate, driving up fully inside me.
“Fuck!” he blurted out loudly.
“Hold still,” I now whispered. “Just relax, feel it…and enjoy it for a moment more before moving again.”
It had been a long, long time since I’d seen that look of pure unbridled wonder and discovery. I could see by his expression he was even now hovering on the precipice of orgasm, fighting with all his might to keep his prick from ejaculating inside me. I held very still, though teasing him a little with a contraction or two as I held a vice-like grip on his prick with my cunt.
“Whew…that was close,” he said a moment later. “Fuck…I’ve never felt anything like this!” He then added, “And I thought your mouth felt good!”
I couldn’t help but smile, looking down at his young boyish face filled with so much surprise, wonder and pleasure. “I’ll hold still now at first,” I whispered. “Move as much or as little as you want to. Just enjoy the sensation, what it’s like as you begin fucking my pussy. Not too hard, not too fast, we’re not in a race here either,” I reminded him.
I held still, feeling Peter’s tentative thrusts inside my pussy, the slow easy way that he slid in, and then drew himself out, almost torturous to us both before he again held himself still.
“You’re doing good,” I told him. “Now you lay still while I do you, when you’re ready…” I once again grinned at him. He took a moment more, steeling himself.
“Ready.”
I moved upwards, enjoying the thrill of his penis as I slid over and against it, feeling it not quite exit my cunt before I just as slowly lowered myself down over it. The thickness of his prick teasing the walls of my cunt, his hardness almost chilling, as I then grounded myself against him, rotating my hips briefly, grinding his meat inside.
“Fuck!” He moaned audibly as I repeated the tease, once again up, and then down, ever so slowly, sitting upon him his prick tip tickling my cervix. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out,” he freely admitted. “I almost lost it that time,” he grinned boyishly, a bit embarrassed by the admission. “And, don’t I need to pull out?” He now asked a bit worriedly.
“I’m totally safe, so you can spunk me as much as you’d like,” as I clenched his prick with my pussy again, using my muscles to caress him with.
“Fuck,” he moaned pleasurably, feeling it as I did. “Can we do it again when I do?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sure we can, as much as you’d like unless you have other plans,” I assured him. “I think it depends more on you doesn’t it?”
“I just didn’t want you to be too disappointed in me,” he stated. “Might take several minutes for me to get hard again. Sometimes when I jerk off, it can take as much as ten, sometimes fifteen minutes before I can get hard again.”
“That long huh?” I teased as I slid up and down the length of his shaft. Peter now thrusting inside me as I did, the two of us now finally moving together as one, meeting one another with a sudden rapidity that could be heard in the slap of flesh against flesh as our fucking finally took on some urgency.
“Oh fuck!” He warned moments later, though neither one of us slowed down or backed off, our coupling if anything growing wilder, harder as he slammed into my pussy from below, and as I met him just as fiercely from above, moments later hearing, and then feeling his first massive spurt as he began filling me. As he did, I felt my own pussy gush, gush again, and then spurt. My juices just as powerfully squirting from my own cunt now as I came, joining him in his own sweet pleasured bliss. We drenched one another completely, saturating the sheets on my bed, though neither one of us seemed to mind as we rolled over one another. Crazily, wildly, Peter now kneeling between my legs, his prick thrusting in and out of me like a machine, his prick still squirting inside almost magically still.
We collapsed, breathless, spent. Each one of us trying to gather out wits about us as we rocked back and forth, still slowly coupling though the intensity of the mutual orgasm itself was long since passed.
“I think I could stay inside you forever,” he informed me.
Now I did giggle, loud and long. “Baby? As hard as you still are, you’re welcome to remain right where you are, for as long as you want to!”
Ten minutes later, we were fucking like minks, Peter spearing me with that magnificent cock of his from above now, as I lay below him, rising up to greet each and every thrust as he pounded me into sweet oblivion. Just before he came this time however, I did make him pull out.
“Squirt it on my tits baby,” I asked. “I want to see you cum this time.”
I wasn’t disappointed either.
**
We were resting side by side, still lightly caressing one another when the phone rang. I looked up at the clock, it was just after three in the afternoon then.
“Hello?”
“Well? Did you or didn’t you?” My sister asked. “I figured since I hadn’t heard back from you before now, that you probably hadn’t, or I would have,” she chuckled.
At first I didn’t say anything, just contentedly laying there still half in a dream.
“Well? Did you, or didn’t you?” she asked a bit irritably.
“Here, ask him yourself,” I told her handing the phone to Peter as I slithered down between his legs, once again taking his cock into my mouth, gently sucking it.
“Hello?” he asked pleasurably and then laughed. “Oh yeah, we did…four times now in fact,” he said proudly. “What? Oh…well, she’s sort of busy at the moment,” he told her, and then put his hand over the mouthpiece speaking to me. “She wants to know what you’re so busy doing that you can’t talk to her at the moment,” he asked.
“So tell her,” I laughed, taking his cock back into my mouth, delighting in the fact it was already stiffening so magnificently again.
“Really?”
“Yeah…really,” I mouthed not removing my lips.
“Joyce? Well uh…she told me to tell you, she’s ah…oh fuck, she’s a…sucking my dick at the moment. Yeah…she really is,” he moaned deeply into the phone. “What? Oh…ok, I will,” he laughed hanging up.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“She said she was on her way over,” he moaned as I took him in as far and as deeply as I could before speaking again.
“Why does that not surprise me?” I chuckled. “Think you can handle the two of us?” I then asked.
“I don’t know, maybe. But I’d sure as hell like to find out!”
“Yeah, me too,” I grinned as I nursed his cock back to full hardness, expecting to hear the sound of my front door opening any moment now.
**