“Voila, indeed, sweetie,” she said, not taking her eyes off my shiny, pulsing member, even as she reached up to pull me down next to her on the bed. Our limbs met in a most natural fashion, with one of my thighs between hers, and she whimpered slightly as our nude bodies meshed. Her legs parted further, inviting my fingers to toy with her furry, moist pussy. She returned the favor with caresses of my cock, her touch seeming as soft and loving as the wings of a giant butterfly.
Our heavy breathing gathered momentum and we began a light, joyful moaning as our bodies quested for more excitement. The hot Parisian summer evening caused us to perspire heavily, smelling like previous generations of fetid French lovers most likely had in that very bedroom. The sucking sounds of my lips on her nipples seemed to escalate her deep breathing, punctuated by her sharp whimpers and whines. The stench of my sweat and Maureen’s musky effusions increased as our passion grew. Finally she whimpered, “Jeezus, Nick…I need you. Please! Come in me now!”
I did, guiding my probe slowly through her hairy bush into the creamy heat between her legs as I looked into her hazel eyes. Our pelvises met with a recognition that was as unhurried as if we’d made love nightly for months, yet it seemed to me as if I’d waited for that single tactile moment for a lifetime. She shouted joyfully, then grabbed me and held on tightly with her arms and legs. “Please don’t move, darling. This is so good I want to die. I knew we’d be sublime when I saw you weeks ago! Feel what I’m doing inside?”
It was true. Maureen’s rapid heartbeat was firing charges of blood to her hungry vagina, and her superb muscles were squeezing my cock with spasmodic, involuntary pulses. I just closed my eyes and felt her birth canal work on me for a while. After a while I raised my upper body to the limit of my arms, then looked down at the beautiful mature woman engulfing my penis, who was the mother of two hometown girlfriends, both of whom I’d fucked. “You’re wonderful,” I blurted, youthfully.
“Oh, stop it, silly boy; let’s make love!” she gushed in return. “Easily, okay? We’ll get wild soon enough! Easy…yes…easy. Mmm, yes…yess…yesss. Ohh…Gawwd, Nicky!”
I’d very slowly withdrawn from her depths and twisted my hips before re-entering a couple of times the tight, buttery sleeve of her cunt. “Is that how you like it? Is that what you want?” I asked, as I sank to my balls deeply inside her steamy caldron. Of all the women I’d had of late, I didn’t want to disappoint this one.
“Omigawd don’t stop moving now!” she groaned ecstatically, placing her feet flat on the bed and thrusting her vulva up at me. I didn’t. I began moving resolutely in and out of her, stirring her insides as best I knew how, and speeding my pace as we locked into the instinctive mammalian rhythm of love. “Oh! Yes! Nick! There! Sweetie! Oh! Mmmmmnnn,” she exhorted. Her babbling ceased as she captured my mouth, sucking oxygen from my laboring lungs, and she lifted both legs high in the air on either side of me so that each of my thrusts caused her to grunt when my cock thumped her cervix. From that point on we sounded like feral animals as our hips ground together, seeking with each thrust the savage joy that only an orgasm can yield.