The mother of my closest buddy

She knew better than I. If I had fucked her then, I’d have been inside her for all of two seconds before busting a nut, as I later would anyway. But I was experiencing firsts here, time to slow down, savor the joy of each one as it came my way. This was after all the first time anyone else besides myself had touched my cock, fondled or played with it.

The first time I had been given the freedom to mold a woman’s breasts within my hands without a layer of clothing covering them. The first time I had tasted a woman’s essence, licked and sucked my first cunt, fingered and enjoyed the depths of her warmth, her wetness. I was like a kid at Disneyland with a day pass to enjoy all the rides, and I was trying to ride them all at once in my excitement.

She pulled me up towards her, my cock still in her hand as she rubbed the tip back and forth across her extended nipples, teasing herself…and me.

“Splash them baby,” she cooed. “Squirt all over my tits, my boobs…my breasts. Squirt them, spurt them, fucking drench them!” She continued urging me, now slapping my prick against herself, jerking and working it as she did. I felt the churning deep within my balls, the inevitable explosion of ecstasy already beginning to race up my shaft.

With her other hand she now cupped my tight hard balls, kneading them, massaging them as I suddenly seized up. I felt the release, unlike any I had ever felt before. I looked down, everything suddenly happening in slow motion.

“Oh my god!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs, the simultaneous expulsion of a thick long ropey streamer of cum hitting her squarely between her breasts. The force of which seemed to ricochet, the splatter of spunk racing off in every direction at once, hitting her chin, parts of her face, neck and once again her breasts as she now moved my prick, still squirting, spurting back and forth against herself. She was laughing, pleasurably, joyfully, as I now was, still launching streamer after streamer of my hot sticky cream against her as we did that.

I collapsed, falling back not wanting to crush her with my weight, my head spinning, my breath coming hard in gasps as I made some feeble attempt in controlling it.

We lay for several moments like that, neither one of us moving, and then she did. I felt her moving forward again, her hand once again surrounding my cock, though it had grown flaccid, considerably. I felt the softness of her lips surrounding it, taking it in. Softly…ever so softly she sucked, licked…teasing it.

In all the years I’d been jerking off, I had never once achieved a second hard-on in so short a time. And though the sweetness of her mouth still tingled the super sensitive head of my shaft, I soon felt that tingle turning from one of pleasured annoyance, into one of unbelievable sensuality. Once again my prick began to grow, slowly…surely…but undeniably aroused once more.

Yet another first.

** The fact that she had gotten me so hard again in such a short period of time was amazing. I couldn’t help wondering as she did, as she used that magic mouth of hers on me, why on earth Antony’s father had ever left her for a younger woman. The logic of that escaped me as talented as she was, and as totally uninhibited as she seemed to be. Maybe it hadn’t always been that way with her…with them. But the way she lay there so exquisitely torturing my cock was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced.

Once again fully hard, stiff and aching for release all over again, Bev rolled off the couch and stood.