She laughed, “Yeah, I like her taste too. What’ll really knock your socks off is tasting us both at the same time. I’ll bet you get addicted and die a diabetic.”
“Little lady I think I’m addicted already.” She grunted and moaned. I could see her focusing her internal awareness. Then I felt something lightly kiss against the tip of my cock. These kisses came more and more frequent until it was constant contact. Her eyes were closed in concentration, while she pushed herself harder down onto me. The best way I can describe it is that if felt like a soft, warm sphincter were trying to swallow the head of my cock. I could feel it swallow a little bit of my head and then release. And each time it repeated it engulfed more of the cock’s head, you’d think she had a snake up there. I could feel my cock literally getting sucked into her harder and harder. Her sex was so powerful I could feel it all the way down to the base of my member. Powerful enough that I was now getting a bit nervous. Then, whatever was trying to swallow the head finally gulped it all into what was essentially a hotter, tighter vagina, composed of all tongue. She gripped me tightly, stopping just behind the ridge of my penis’ head.
“What is that?” I asked feeling euphoric and light headed.
“I’m sorry does it feel bad,” she said, opening her eyes to look at me with mild concern?
“No, it feels great. I really don’t know what to say.” Her vagina stopped it’s pulsing, but the part that was on the head of my cock would massage the head, with a good deal of strength.
“It’s my cervix.” I looked down at her flat, smooth brown stomach to see her muscles slowly moving. They weren’t her abdominal muscles but were muscles underneath those.
“What? How is this possible?”
“I told you, Mommy said it’s called a milkmaid’s hand. I can pretty much suck your cock with my vagina. Does it feel good? You’re the first guy whom I’ve ever done this to.”
I gave her a sexually submissive nod. I was completely under her control.
“What feels really great is when I can get the tip into my cervix. Mommy and I usually use a dildo. Sometimes we like to compete using a double ended dildo. But she’s no challenge,” she winked at me, “I always win.”
She sat there facing me, legs spread, with her arms behind her resting on my knees, smiling at me like a mischevious cat. OK, did I really hear that, did she just admit to her and her mom having sex with one another.
“Does it feel good? Me massaging the head,” she asked?
I could barely see past the pleasure being bombarded onto me. My hands were thrown out to the sides gripping the cushions in fear of falling into the chasm of an orgasm that awaited me. If she wanted to, she could extract my soul. Once again all I could do was smile and nod.
She was on the verge of orgasm. I could feel her body heat radiating from her. Her upper chest, neck, and face were flushing red. Her eyes were fluttering closed and she could barely talk. Fighting her impending orgasm she said, “I can massage the, oh my, I’m getting close to cumming, the head of your cock with it. You can cum in me if you want,” she was really close now, little body spasming. I grabbed her ankles to help her keep control. But she couldn’t hold back any longer.