“Maureen, I haven’t bathed in…”, I wheedled, half-heartedly.
“Shush, sweetie,” she mewled as she licked. “You taste jus’ like last time…tangy ‘n’ soooo goddam male. Now just lay back there an’ watch what I do to you.”
Her incredible mouth soon engulfed as much of me as she could take, all the while she was looking in my eyes. She then grasped me with both hands and very slowly began milking me from my pubis to my glans, stopping only to tongue and suck at my near-bursting cock’s helmet. Deeply in her throat she was humming softly, vibrating my shaft ’til I yelled, “I’ll cum in your mouth!” still trying to focus on her piercing green eyes.
“Mmmm-hmmm, that’s what I want,” she murmured between long pulls. “Come on…come on, honey…give me your yummy jizz. Cum in my mouth…my hot mouth…my hot, wet mouth. Cum, Nicky. Please give it to me. Please cummmm!”
I was transfixed as Maureen’s thin, tan hands moved up and down my rod, stopping at her lips which flexed softly around my corona. I was hypnotized by the unblinking stare of her green eyes, boring into the depths of my libido. Is it now? Will you cum in the next instant? they seemed to ask. I felt I was going to explode when, suddenly with one hand, she pulled down the front of her top, baring both of her full breasts. Their nipples were hard and brown, with a tinge of pink from excitement. Her tits felt like two small satin pillows rubbing against my inner thighs, causing me to grunt, then to whine from sensory overload.
I plunged my fists downward into the cushions on each side of me and raised up a few inches in ecstasy. But Maureen followed me and suddenly began licking my balls, first one then the other, until they both had retreated up into my crotch in preparation for my orgasm. Thirty seconds later a long, white geyser shot straight up and looped down over Maureen’s hair and forehead to bisect her face. She gave a joyous little scream and covered my dick, immediately sucking blast after seedy blast into her swallowing throat. Finally I popped free of her lips and her hands worked four or more ribbons of semen from me onto her heaving tits. As the tempo of her hands slowed and her touch became more tender, she whispered softly, “Thank you, Nicky, sweet boy. When you do that I almost cum myself!” Then she scooped my mess from her breasts and licked it languorously from her fingers ’til they were clean.
We ordered dinner in the suite that night from the restaurant downstairs. The remainder of the time was spent in her bedroom, where I truly learned to appreciate a mature woman. When the sun came up, streaming through the tall bedroom window, Maureen rose to shower. When she came back she chirped, “Smile for the camera!” and clicked off a couple of shots of me lying naked on the bed.
“Scrapbook pictures to show to your bridge club?” I asked, sarcastically.
“No, you darling little shit! These are for my eyes alone! The morning back light is lovely in here. Now let me arrange you a bit more to my liking!” With that, she walked to the bed, ruffled the sheets around my ankles, and – Gawd, again! – slipped my flaccid dick into her mouth, bathing it with a copious amount of saliva, and laid it on my left thigh. It pulsed a few times and began to rise, prompting her to snap the camera shutter again.