“Don’t be,” her honesty was just as refreshing as her mothers, but her pussy was twice as tight, “do what you gotta do,” I sat down on the towel. She straddled my legs, lowered herself onto my still throbbing cock all the way down to my balls. Once seated she brought her legs up and sat Indian style on my lap. I resigned myself to just going with the flow. I was so turned on by this girl, I cared about nothing. Atomic bombs could go off, but as long as she was sitting on my lap with my cock in her, all was right in the world.
Then her vaginal muscles started squeezing. With each squeeze, it felt as though she was sliding up and inch and then back down. Like her pussy was not only gripping me but pulling me deeper into her. She was very nonchalant about it, sitting on my lap, leaning forward, elbows on her knees while flipping through the TV channels. It was magical, it was like her pussy was giving me a handjob, a pussy job if you will. I had to ask her. “Hey, how are you doing this? It’s heaven, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Oh, my Mom said it’s called a milkmaid’s hand. I learned that I could squeeze and pulse it up and down. When I first started practicing, I could only move it just a little bit. But after a year of practice, oh boy can I rock your world and leave you begging for more.” She turned to look back towards me when she said this last part. “The downside is that I tend to make a lot of juices when I do this. Especially when I have something in me. I love how hot your cock feels in me, I can also feel it throbbing. Bet I can tell you pulse,” she giggled a bit at the thought. “You have a nice cock, it’s slightly bigger than my dildo, it’s just more solid with a nice curve. Mom’s was right.”
“Oh, believe me, little girl, my cock is in love oooh oh, my God damn. That feels phenomenal.” Did she just mention her mom? I was too zoned out to even completely comprehend that last little bit.
She brought her legs partly up to her chest and turned around to face me gripping my cock fiercely the whole time. I’ll bet she could have twisted it off if she wanted to. “Wanna feel something real cool. I’ve never done this with a real cock in me. So let me know if it feels good. OK?”
All I could do was nod. She placed her feet on the couch under my arms and leaned back a bit on her arms placing her hands on top of my thighs. I could look down and see white creamy juices flowing out of her with every pump. “Sorry about my messy pussy,” she said with some real embarrassment.
“No, don’t be, don’t ever be. You’re beautiful from head to toe and watching my cock in your pussy with juices flowing all around it is divine. You’re a Goddess, let no man ever tell you otherwise.” She blushed all over, it was cute. Hard to think no man has ever scooped her up, or her Mom. Relaxing into the moment, I reached down to soak some fingers in her pussy juice, brought it up to my mouth for a taste. She had a very light and sweet taste to her, like sweet iced tea. Whereas her mother was more of a lemon sweetness, she was more of like, sugar and milk kind of sweetness. “Wow, I can taste the resemblance to your Mother.” I blurted this out without thinking, I worried for a second thinking I said too much and may have just ruined the moment.