She giggled. “Are you a virgin, Jason?” she asked.
He didn’t know how to answer. She really wasn’t expecting him too. Bending over, she moved her head to his lap. Before he knew what to expect, she had his cock in her mouth. He grabbed the towel bar and the shower curtain on either side of him for support as the world spun around him. “Fuck!” he cried out in a hoarse whisper.
Iris moaned around a mouthful of his meat, moving up and down, using both tongue and hand on him expertly. Orgasm rushed up from the base of his spine so quickly that he was cumming before he knew what was happening. He threw back his head and pumped out his load, his body bucking. She never let up, moaning as his hot sperm flooded her mouth. She made loud swallowing sounds and, when he was done, rose back up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She was panting, her eyes glazed over.
“Sorry,” he managed to gasp.
“Fuck, you taste good,” she said. She smacked her lips as if he’d cum honey instead of sperm. She stroked him again, his cock now slick from spit and sperm. “And you’re still hard,” she noted. She looked over her shoulder, then back at him, a wicked smile spreading over her face. She turned her back to him. He thought it was over, but she only shut and locked the door. Then she backed up to him.
He could only stare as she shimmied her panties down her legs, exposing her pale, round ass to him. She stepped out of them daintily and tossed them toward the hamper in the corner. Then she backed up to him even more until their legs touched. Bending forward, she reached between her legs, back far enough to grasp his cock. Jason felt as if he were a ghost floating in someone else’s body, hardly able to believe this was really happening. There was her pussy, shaved clean of hair, labia distended and dripping with wet excitement. There was her hand around his cock, guiding the tip to her pussy. He felt the cockhead rubbing through her lips, then she lodged him at her opening. And then…
Then she sat on him. He moaned, she grunted. She lifted up and down, working his fat cock into her. She was incredibly tight, which really surprised him. Her pussy was a velvet, hot, moist vise swallowing his rod inch by inch until her buttocks came to rest against his thighs. He was buried inside her. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. Moaning softly, Iris began to rise and fall, fucking herself on his cock. Youthful vigor had kept him erect after his orgasm, and having spent himself once meant he could hold out for the second time. He was lost in a sea of bliss as he watched his cock, shiny now with the older woman’s juices, pistoning slowly and steadily in and out of her cunt. It was her turn to grasp for support as she rode him, pumping up and down. Her orgasm announced itself in stages, harshly whispered moaning escalating into grunts and barely suppressed whimpers until she went stiff, trembling, her pussy pulsating around his cock.
When it was over, she gasped for breath and sagged on him. She was worn out, but he still needed his. Taking over now, he pushed her up and off his cock. She staggered, turning toward him with surprise. He rose, for the first time realizing that his being taller than her was an advantage. He pulled her close, made brave by the act they’d just committed together, and kissed her hard. She didn’t fully respond at first, but then wrapped her arms around him tightly and surrendered to passion.