Soon Maureen’s slick pussy began to tighten around me, making slishing sounds as my probe pounded deeply into her. To enhance her thrusting she dropped her feet flat onto the bed again and flung her pelvis up at me in a staccato movement. Then all of her muscles began tightening until her body felt like strands of steel as she gripped me by my upper arms and dug her nails into my shoulders. She began growling in her throat, breathing through clenched, gritted teeth, until she suddenly inhaled and froze with her back arched, trembling against me as she reached a wordless climax. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she quivered for a good thirty seconds, holding her breath, as her vagina palpitated around my fully-embedded prick.
She exhaled with a wild shout and resumed her rapid-fire upward fucking for another half minute, then froze again in another soundless orgasm. She repeated this cycle five or six times, each one ending in a sudden, exhaled, passionate scream, until – finally – I wrapped my arms around her waist, held on to her hips tightly, and buried myself in her, bellowing out my release. I must have cum for a full minute as Maureen dug her heels into my buttocks – gasping “yesyesyesyesyes” – and rocked me forward and backward while vacuuming my spunky load into her demanding womb.
Sometime around midnight I awoke to hear her in the shower, after which she returned to the bedroom and gently began washing my funky genitals with warm water and a washcloth. “You’re really amazing,” I confessed in a whisper.
“And you’re a sweetheart to say so,” she beamed, wringing out the cloth. “But I’m just a middle-aged divorcee kicking up her heels in Paris. This city’s history is so full of women like me that we’re a cliche! The only difference is that you’re from home…and my daughters think you’re special.”
“Will you be staying a while?” I asked.
“Oh, Nicky, I don’t know. Why? Do you want to see me again?” she probed, as she dabbed at my nuts with the warm terrycloth.
“Well…yeah, I…”.
“Don’t say anything you might regret, sweetie,” she interrupted. “What’s important is that we’re together tonight. Now lean back against that pillow. Such ardor in a young man deserves a good tongue lashing!”
She laid aside the washcloth and its saucer and straddled my waist, looking unblinkingly into my eyes. First she kissed my lips, then trailed her tongue down my chest to my navel, then licked around the crown of my cock, which she’d been slowly caressing with both hands. I tried to match her gentleness with my own hands, which cupped and fondled her soft, pendulous breasts as they brushed against my torso, but that was short lived as she was intent on fellating me. “Nnnn-uuughh!” I grunted as she plunged her mouth down over my erection. “Feels-so-good,” I gasped with my butt off the sheets, as she slowed her rhythm to a near halt in an agonizing, teasing way, all the while humming softly in her throat.
“I tasted your cum earlier in the bathroom…and I want some more,” she murmured, her eyes flashing lewdly. “Will you give me some more? Huh? It’s got to excite you that Lindy’s mother wants to swallow your jizz!”