“Miss Tanner, I’m not going to last much longer.”
She halted herself in mid-stroke and gently pulled herself off me — this, in itself, almost bringing me over the edge. She sat back down, pinning my member between my lower abdomen and her humid mound. Then she held herself directly over me with her arms, straight, on either side of my head.
“So.” She said, smiling again. “Is there anything else you want to try?”
I couldn’t answer — still in awe over the sight of her breasts suspended just above me and the heat from her essence radiating against me.
She laughed and wiped the sweat from my face with her thumb. “I’m sorry, maybe we should have started a little slower.”
On its own, my right hand palmed the weight of her left breast and began to massage it. She looked down at my hand then back at me with a slightly mischievous expression, “You know, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can start again.”
“Okay”, was all I could say.
With that she unstraddled me and kneeled alongside placing one hand on the bed and reaching her other out toward me. I placed my hand in hers and she pulled me up to my knees and led me behind her. Then she placed that hand onto the bed and raised her hips up before me so that she was on all fours. I placed one hand on the left side of her grand bottom and felt underneath and between her legs to get my bearings. My right hand found her wet, hairy mound, and I ran my fingers along her central cleft.
I had only done this once with a girl and the thought of doing this to my best friend’s mother — to Miss Tanner — had me throbbing. I pressed the end of my hardness against her soft mound and pushed forward until it began to ease in. Miss Tanner was motionless as if concentrating on my progress. I felt pressure as I continued to move my hips toward and then she accepted me fully. I slid all the way in until my hips met her heart-shaped bottom. The feeling was glorious as I absorbed the sight of my erection penetrating her in this manner.
I grasped her hips and withdrew slowly, then penetrated her completely once again. I noticed that the pale skin on her back began to flush and she lowered her head. I quickened my pace and my hips and lower abdomen began making a deep, slapping sound that echoed off the walls of the empty room.
I began pulling her toward me as I thrusted into her deeply, making a sharp report with every contact. A slurping suction sound filled the room as I continued my relentless assault on her backside and she let out an “Oooohh” like a cat meowing.
I began to slow my pace, forcing her to absorb every inch of my penetration, and I was transfixed by the sight of my manhood disappearing deep within her. On impulse, I wet my middle finger and rubbed Miss Tanner’s vacant aperture and she raised her head off the mattress, but didn’t utter a sound.
I pressed my finger against the forbidden treasure and, ever so slowly, the aperture accepted my finger a fraction at a time. My erection was half inside of her as I concentrated on my new exploration, working my digit back and forth, back and forth, placing it further inside of her a little at a time. She began meeting my advancements with her bottom, rocking back into me then pulling away. Soon she was absorbing my finger and my erection together at once and I braced myself as she drove herself onto them repeatedly with vigor. She was silent throughout, but as she continued her pace, the flushed area of her back returned in a deep rouge and she rose up to all fours again, slamming her backside into me.