Naked, Catherine reached out her hand and touched me softly with her fingers.
And that was all it took.
I couldn’t help it; I just — exploded!
My cock pulsed, and cum shot everywhere, up her arm, on the sofa, and over the rug. Her hand was covered.
“I—I’m sorry…!” God, I was so embarrassed. I could see my spunk on her tits, and even on her cheek.
“Oh, my word…” she murmured, taking a tentative lick at her hand. She giggled again. “Don’t be sorry, Michael. It’s very — flattering. But it looks like I may have some work to do before we can continue.”
She looked at the look of horror and humiliation on my face at what had happened, and her expression softened.
“You do want to continue, don’t you? You haven’t tasted me yet, and I want to feel that lovely cock of yours inside me. I want you to fuck me, Michael!”
She leaned forward again and whispered in my ear.
“Why don’t you lie down, and I’ll see what I can do to — revive you?”
ooOoo
Catherine
I had definitely drunk too much wine over lunch – plus a couple more glasses since I got home. Not usually a wise thing! On the other hand, and rather unexpectedly, I was having the most fun I’d had in years! My friend Cynthia was right – I needed to take opportunities like this when they presented themselves. And Michael was absolutely an opportunity not to be missed!
I still felt wicked, though. I was taking advantage of him — I knew that. But was I really being so incredibly naughty? I laughed to myself. Probably, yes. But I was lonely and I hadn’t had a fuck for so long — and Michael was sooo perfect; such a good-looking young man; guileless, sweet, innocent…
And, as it turned out, he was a virgin! How could somebody so handsome and – there was no phrase for it – well-hung – still be a virgin, for Chrissakes?
I laughed softly to myself. I was such a naughty, naughty woman, because I very much intended to change that state of affairs.
Not that Michael seemed to be objecting to my plan in any way. Far from it – he was demonstrating an incredibly delightful enthusiasm, despite his painful shyness! Could it be that he really found me so attractive? That he had the hots for me? Me — the forty-something, slightly past her best, mum of his best friend?
When I’d touched him just now, I’d never seen anyone shoot his load quite so — so powerfully!
It was very flattering, and I was rather delighted that I could elicit such a pulsating response in the young man — though Michael was incredibly embarrassed about it. He seemed ashamed, almost.
Hmmm — well, we didn’t want that, did we? I needed to take him in hand – both figuratively and literally!
I suppressed another smile at my little pun. I now saw it as my role to help him. After all, I’d be helping both of us really, wouldn’t I? And I felt a responsibility now — a duty to make sure his first experience was something special. He had no need to feel embarrassment or shame. He was a young man; sexually aware, but inexperienced. It was surely a mature woman’s duty to introduce him to the delights of the feminine form and to show him what to do.
And now that he’d got his first ‘shot’ out of the way, we could take our time. I could show him how to please me and give him some confidence with a woman.
I also really wanted to enjoy that incredible surprise that he’d been hiding in his pants! Oh, wow, what a marvellous cock! I hadn’t been expecting anything like that! Bigger than my husband had been — bigger than anything I’d had before! Ooh, yes — I was getting very wet at the thought of it thrusting inside me!
I looked at my hand. The gentle touch of my fingers that had triggered him so energetically had left a substantial deposit of his young seed on my skin. I suddenly wanted to sample it and raised my hand for a taste.
Mmmm – delicious! Such sweet, healthy young spunk…
He’d be a tender lover, I was sure. I’d always had a soft spot for him. Out of all of my son’s friends, Michael was the one I was drawn to the most. Quiet, reserved and painfully polite. But also considerate, intelligent and totally unaware of his own attraction.
I smiled at him, lying back on the sofa as I’d asked. Naked as he was, he looked — vulnerable — that really was the only word for it.
And in his vulnerability, I felt my own insecurities bubbling to the surface once more.
“I’m not too skinny, am I, Michael?” I asked anxiously. “I know some men prefer curvy women. I’m not as curvaceous as my friend Cynthia. Some men so love women with curves in all the right places!”
Oh, God! I was starting to babble incoherently – and I’d thought I was in control of myself!
“Erm, curvy’s nice, Mrs Robins — Catherine. But — but, you’re perfect as you are!”
Breathing out in sudden relief, I leaned towards him and kissed his tender lips. “You’re very kind, Michael, and very sweet!”
God, I loved the taste of him!
I worked my way slowly down his chest, planting gentle kisses, running my tongue and lips over his hairless skin. I could hear his breathing accelerate as I moved downwards. He had good abs above the tidy, youthful mound of pubic hair that framed his slumbering tool.
I rested my head on his thigh, his cock and balls only inches from my face. I blew gently on his sac and watched goosebumps rise automatically at the sensation. Enjoying myself, I slipped my lips gently over his deflated weapon. I could taste the cum from his previous eruption —both salty and sweet at the same time. God, it was a long time since I’d tasted a man’s cum! I’d never been particularly keen, but Michael’s spunk was divine! I couldn’t get enough of the exquisite flavour!
I could feel him growing rapidly as I worked my tongue and lips on him; the slurping noises I was making as I moved up and down sounded very lewd to my own ears, but Michael was moaning in contentment, and I could feel his hands in my hair, stroking my scalp. I caressed his balls gently and stroked his perineum; he started to tense…
I abruptly withdrew my lips, feeling I might be getting him going too quickly. I didn’t want him to cum again so soon after his last eruption.
God, I was behaving like a horny slut! I giggled cheekily, the wine I had consumed continuing to loosen my inhibitions. I recklessly and impulsively wanted this young man’s potent sperm in me! I wanted him to fuck my ever-so-naughty pussy with abandon. It was a long time since anything other than silicone had visited the inside of my repressed knickers. I wanted the feel of a nice big cock ramming my sopping twat until he creamed my decadent insides!
But I needed to be patient. I wanted to show him how to pleasure me first.
“Would you like to lick my pussy, Michael?” I suggested coyly.
He gasped with surprise – or maybe disbelief. I giggled in response.
“Here, let me show you…”
I straddled his head, facing his now very hard cock, and slowly lowered myself, so that my needy pussy hovered just above his nose and mouth.
“Can you smell me, Michael?”
I heard what I thought was a whimper, and sensed his shyness; In encouragement, I wiggled my bottom and lowered myself another inch. I watched his cock twitch, and he groaned as if I was torturing him; then I felt his lips connect with mine, as he carefully kissed my most intimate place. I moaned at the delicate touch. His tongue slid between my labia into me – into my sticky wetness. I relaxed myself further onto his face, enveloping him in my stickiness, and his tongue was suddenly everywhere, greedily exploring, trying to bury itself in me…
With a gasp, I slowed him down. “Not so fast, lover-boy,” I giggled.
I pulled my lips apart, spreading myself and exposing my long-slumbering bud to his feasting eyes and tongue.
“Slow down a bit, and – ohhhh – yes, there! Now…” Helping with my fingers, I guided his tongue, showing him where I wanted him to lick, what motion to use, how fast, and…
Oh My God — Yes!
And then I was cumming – cumming hard. I was gushing onto his face. God, I hoped he didn’t find it too much!
I could hear and feel him licking and lapping, and I had to push him away as I came a second time, and everything became soooo sensitive, I couldn’t stand it anymore and oh my god, a third one – oh my god!!!!!
Oh…
Oh…
Oh…
I realised I had been bucking on Michael’s poor, drenched face and as I came down from my orgasm I slid down beside him. He looked very pleased with himself. Unable to resist, I kissed his dripping face, relishing the taste of myself on him.
“Did you enjoy that?” I murmured.
“Oh, God yes,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t believe how…”
“Tasty I am?”
“Wet you are!”
“Mmm - is that okay?” I asked, suddenly unsure. Maybe he found it disgusting.
“Yes – it was just –– unexpected.”
“Well, you should know that you did that to me.”
I rested my head on his chest and snuggled into him. My hand wandered to his conspicuous erection, and I grasped him, and gently began to move my fingers up and down.
“Would you like to make love to me now?”
“Yes, please!”
“Mmm - I think, this time, you should be on top,” I said, moving around so I was now laying down on the rug. He knelt between my legs and clumsily leaned forwards.
