I straddled her hips, and placed my hands on her temples and massaged her slowly, until her eyes eased closed. Then I massaged the sides and back of her neck, and her shoulders. I rubbed her arms, and her chest above and beside her breasts, then down her rib cage. Sliding my hands in and up, I rubbed her breasts. I was in unknown territory here. I’d never massaged my mother’s front, nor anybody else’s, but I wanted to treat this woman to the best massage of her life, before I entered her.
My hands were firm, slow and gentle as I massaged her breasts, missing nothing, squeezing her nipples, rolling her breasts across her upper chest. But I was patient, and continued my massage down her body, not lingering long between her legs, but continuing down her calves, and to her feet.
She seemed to enjoy the attention to her feet, so I carefully rubbed each one, licking and sucking each toe, as she moaned for me. Then I was working back up her body, once again stopping at the fragrant, moist gap between her tanned, slender legs.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, I lowered my face between her legs, and tasted her again. I ate her with a passion, and this time she guided me with some sounds, grunts, moans, sighs, and occasional touches with her fingers, moving me, increasing or decreasing the pressure.
A rare word would escape her pretty lips, more guidance, “slowly”, “yes’ ‘, “another’ ‘, “wait’ ‘, and more. I could feel the change in her body, the tensing, undoing all I’d done with my massage, her legs and abs firming up, her breath changing, her inner thighs quivering. Then she was pulling my face into her crotch, crying out, flooding my mouth with her juices, her thighs clamping against the side of my head. I could feel her opening dilating around my tongue, trying to pull it into her.
Her fingers were locked in the curls of my hair, pushing my mouth harder against her mound, my tongue extended to its limits within her, my nose pressed hard against that tiny fold of skin at the top of her slit. It went on and on, her heels kicking a staccato against my back, her fingers loosening, and then intensifying their grip once again, as another flood of juices filled my mouth. I swallowed repeatedly, my tongue moving with a life of its own.
My fingers were withdrawn from inside her, and my hands grasped her ass-cheeks, and squeezed tightly pulling her against my frenzied mouth. I sucked on her, wiggling my head side to side, gasping for breath, until she pulled my head away strongly and collapsed backwards on the bed, breathing heavily.
I wiped my face and mouth on the sheets, and raised myself over her. I spread her legs wide, and looking down, placed the head of my cock at her twitching entrance. I eased the head in, just a bit, and looked down at the beauty of penetrating her amazing body.
“Not yet,” she moaned, “I don’t know…”
I bent over her, leaning down across her body. I took her face in my hands and looked down into her clear green eyes. Then I placed my lips on hers and kissed her for the first time. As my tongue penetrated her mouth, I eased my cock into her as well, and within a few moments, was buried inside her.
She pulled away and turned her head to the side. “Oh, Josh, what have we done?” she gasped, her arms reaching around me, pulling me down to her body, She clung to me, holding me tightly, while my cock throbbed inside of her. Her grip finally loosened, and I pulled up just a bit and looked down into her beautiful face, gathering in every detail, filing them away forever. My lips touched hers, and her tongue darted out and caressed my teeth.
I kissed her desperately, and she returned the effort. I slowly slid my cock out of her, and then slammed it in as firmly as I could. She bit my tongue, arched her back and came again, this time riding my cock.
I fucked her with short fast strokes, my hands firmly gripping the back of her neck, pulling her against me. She seemed to come forever, but it was surely only a couple of dozen strokes, and as she started to ease off her peak, I was overcome by my own.
Only once before had I come so quickly, but there was no holding me back. I finished with a few last hard strokes, and then exploded into her. My hands gripped the top of her shoulders and pulled her down, while my cock emptied for an eternity, stream after stream of my juices filling her, painting her insides. She cried out, halfway through my finish, quivering all over. Her eyes stared up at me, frightened, bewildered, before they rolled back up into her head, and she moaned. I thought she was passing out.
She felt so wonderful, I raised my body up, and lifted her legs up and over my shoulders. I looked down to where my cock was inside of her, and gave a little thrust, urging any last bit of my seed to settle down, deep inside my quivering teacher. I enjoyed the sight, and eased my softening, semi-hard member in and out of her, concentrating on the sensation of penetrating her repeatedly.
I started with little movements, just a couple of inches, peering past her closely cropped brown hair, and watching my thick tube become exposed for an inch or so, then slide back in. I reached down with my hands, and spread her flesh, exposing the view even more, as I eased in and out of her.
I could feel myself hardening, and was able to pull more of myself in and out of her, until in just a very short while, I was pulling the entire length of my cock out of her, the head completely exposed, then slowly driving my pole the full length into her, and at the bottom pushing firmly.
I held the top of her thighs and slow-fucked her, just living for the feeling of being inside her. I leaned across her again, lowering my face to hers, and her eyes opened again, moist, staring into mine.
“You are the most amazing, most beautiful woman,” I told her softly, my lips caressing hers. I was still long-stroking her, my cock feeling like a steel rod, sensitive to every inch of her clinging pussy, yet completely in control.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, crossing, and pulling me into her. I held myself over her, not wanting to crush her under my weight. My arms trembled a bit from the exertion.
She kissed me deeply, then put her tiny hands against my chest and pushed me away. I rose back up on my knees, stopping with my shaft completely sheathed. She smiled and ground her hips against mine, then pulled off of me.
“My turn,” she said with a devious smile, and she moved to the edge of the bed, encouraging me to lay down where she’d been. I could feel a huge wet spot in the middle of my back, but that thought quickly disappeared as she grabbed my shirt, and used it to wipe down my cock. After a few wipes, she tossed it to the side, and then to my amazement, lowered her mouth over the purple head, and sucked.
I’d had hand-jobs before, and was even sucked off pretty regularly by one little pretty Junior, but nothing like this.
Mrs. Madison worshiped my cock, licking, kissing, sucking, and caressing. I watched my hard length disappear into that beautiful face, and my entire being ached with desire. For several minutes she sucked me, taking me deep down her throat, gasping as she pulled me out.
Then she got up, straddled my body, and sitting as high as she could, placed the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Josh, I’m going to fuck you now, really fuck you, but you are not to come inside me. You let me know when you’re going to come.”
“Yes, ma’am”, I gasped.
“I think you can call me Sharon, when we’re alone,” she giggled, and then slid down my cock.