Except that she had the thickest, fullest bush you could imagine—and it was almost totally gray.
“You’re beautiful. Let me look at all of you.”
Instead of having her turn around, I walked around her and was greeted by a fabulously muscular dancer’s butt. When I got all the way back in front of her, I hugged her close and reached around and down, cupping her cheeks. They were firm and full in my hands.
“You feel great, Mrs. Branch.”
“Joan. Call me Joan when we’re alone. Please.”
“Okay … Joan.” I kissed her and sat her down on the couch.
I knelt between her parted knees, leaned forward and sucked in her nipple.
“Mmmm! So good. It’s been so long. I can’t believe it. How good this feels. That I’m doing this. That I’m doing this with my daughter’s boyfriend, no less.”
I left her breast and kissed her ribcage, then her stomach, then lower.
“Mike. Mike! What are you doing. No! No!”
“Relax, Joan. Relax and trust me,” I said.
She had first protested when my lips hit the top of the triangle of her pubic hair. It was a mixture of pure white hairs and pure black hairs. More white than black by far.
And her hairs were longer and coarser than Auntie Lee’s.
I pulled her hips forward to the edge of the couch and lowered my face. I brought my tongue out and in contact with the entrance of her vagina.
“AAAAHHHHH!” she yelled. “Mike. No! Not with your mouth. I’ve never … never!”
“Now you have” I thought as my tongue drank in her liquids. Her fragrance was much stronger than Auntie Lee’s—muskier, almost animal-like. But delicious, and exciting. My tongue went round and round, bringing soft inarticulate sounds of approval from Mrs. … I mean, Joan.
I stuck my tongue as far as I could up her vagina: “OOOHHH!” she crooned in a singing sound. I was betting she had never had her pussy eaten before.
So she really didn’t know what to expect when I took my tongue and split all the knitted-together pubic hairs along her vaginal slit and hit the center of attention: her clitoris!
She jumped when my tongue made contact, and then tried to shrink back to protect it. It must have been super-sensitive.
So I teased at it gently until Joan relaxed enough to let me start sucking on it. She let out every sound in a human female’s repertoire. Finally, I started sucking for real and it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen:
Joan had a tremendous orgasm.
“MIKE! MIKE! AHHHHHHH! MIKE! YESSS! YEESSS!”
Her hips tried to buck me off, but I wouldn’t lose my ride. Finally, she collapsed.
I made my way up on the couch and sat beside her, taking her into my arms and cradling her semi-conscious bodyfor a long time.
Finally she whispered, “That was an orgasm again, right?” Then she laughed.
“Right.”
“That was better than the last one. By a lot! By a whole LOT!” She cuddled against me. “I was delirious. What was I saying during it?”
“A lot of my name, and the word ‘yes.’ Very positive.” I laughed.
“Is that what most people say. Is it an unconscious thing? To say ‘yes?'”
“I think most people say ‘I’m cumming!'”
“Good to know,” she said.