Second set!
I lay there, euphoric at having lost my virginity and slightly surprised that Carol's gentle stroking was bringing me back to erection. I only ever managed a second one so soon, after a particularly erotic masturbation session, but Carol's hand was doing things that even the centre fold of Mayfair couldn't.
She kissed me, stroked my cock, fondled my balls in such an erotic way that very soon I heard the soft ripping sound of a foil packet, and she slipped another condom onto my now fully erect cock, as I lay on my back.
"You just lie there." She commanded, then straddled my hips. Her pendulous breasts hung right in front of my face. The temptation was overwhelming, I ran the palms of my hands over their fullness, delighting in their weight and the fact that her nipples were so hard: little buttons.
I sensed her hand grasp my cock as she lowered herself slowly towards it, pausing to stroke the length of her flowing sex with the very tip. This time it felt even more erotic with the view of her pleasuring herself and her magnificent pendulous breasts in my hands. It was just as sexy, but I knew I wasn't going to cum quite so quickly, not after such a recent toe curling orgasm.
"Mmmm," came the appreciative noise as Carol decided she was ready and slowly took my full length into her.
"Just lie still, let me do the work." I lay there motionless and felt her clench and relax her internal muscles as they gripped and released my cock in a totally unique and unexpected way.
She leaned right forwards, squashing her generous tits on my chest and started pushing her hips gently back and forth allowing my cock only the shortest of strokes.
"Oh, I do so love this position," she whispered in my ear, "it's so sexy. I can feel your hardness sliding gently back and forth, rubbing those parts that like to be rubbed most."
I allowed my hands to gently stroke her bum as she rocked back and forth, following her motion softly with my palms.
"Mmmmm, that's so good! There's nothing like a slow, leisurely fuck."
The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. A girl had just said fuck! Out loud! What's more she'd said it while actually fucking. The day was full of surprises, and I felt I could take any amount of this new position without coming again.
After a while, the muscles in her bum tighten as she increased the pressure on my pelvis. Her breathing changed and her cheeks flushed.
"Oh yes!
"Right there!
"Don't move a muscle!
"Please....
"Stay still....
"That's fantast t t i c c."
She continued for a while before sitting bolt upright, in what I now know as cowgirl, and rode me at a very leisurely rising trot. She rose 'in the saddle' until just the very tip of my cock remained inside her, then lowered herself again, agonisingly slowly. Now the root of my cock was only just visible surrounded by the engorged lips of her sex and the now glistening black pubic hair.
The view of our union added a whole new dimension to the eroticism. I could see my cock slowly vanish and reappear, covered in her slickness, revealing the warm pink interior of her sex. Was this where the magic button lived? I had heard of the clitoris, of course, but to see one?
The rising trot became gradually more and more urgent. Her breathing became more laboured and her cheeks reddened while her breasts bounced in front of my eyes. My confidence at being able to delay my orgasm was fading fast, every stroke was producing new and more powerful sensations, teasing every nerve to breaking point.
I think she must have seen the change on my face and guessed I was close. She let her full weight settle on my hips and rocked hers back and forth vigorously.
Finally, she reached behind her and gently fondled my balls. There was no way I could delay the inevitable any longer.
"Go on then tiger!
"I want ....
"To feel.....
"Feel your balls.....
"Move up.....
"Just as you.....
"Cum!"
I felt the contractions start then the tip of my cock erupted as every nerve fired simultaneously. I exploded into the restricted space of the condom.
Hardly pausing for breath, Carol carefully held it in place on my slowly softening cock as she dismounted.
"Don't want any of that getting into my fanny." She said as casually as if talking about the weather. "Need to keep all that jiz safely locked away."
Somehow, I had not expected a woman to be so matter of fact about sex, and certainly not to talk about it while she was actually doing it. I had also been unaware of the now blindingly obvious; some women really enjoy sex. Even my most erotic masturbation fantasies had not prepared me for this. I lay there in the post coital bliss that overcomes a chap, after two orgasms in quick succession, wondering why she had called me tiger.
"O.K. Tiger, hit that shower. Can't send you home smelling of sex. What would your mother say if she knew her lad was getting shagged by an older woman?"
Again, the language caught me by surprise, but I did what I was told, showered, changed and went home with probably a silly grin on my face.
The following week there was some sort of competition between the juniors and the seniors. It was here that I had a chance to catch up with Dave. Carol and I played mixed doubles with him and the tall willowy blond girl. After the match I asked him how it was going.
"The tennis or Angela?" He smirked.
"Both."
"Well, the tennis is pretty good and I've asked Angela out a couple of times. She's really quite dishy, but that lady you play with has a truly remarkable chest!
"I found it hard to concentrate playing against her, those tits! She really is stacked. I wonder what they feel like when they're set free? Angela's are obviously much smaller, not that she's let me anywhere near them!
"You're very quiet! How do you concentrate? Don't you imagine exploring them? They must be truly fantastic. Mind you, I'm sure she wouldn't let lads of our age into her bra: more's the pity.
"And those powerful thighs! Olive skin right up to the edge of her panties. No wonder you won! I was too busy fantasising about Carol."
The conversation was getting difficult to handle and I desperately wanted to change the subject before I let slip some detail that would give the game away. I certainly didn't want Dave to know that she had already introduced me to the delights of sex, not only by tossing me off in the shower and then relieving me of my virginity, but had ridden me cowgirl while I played gently with the objects of Dave's lust.
The summer wore on and my tennis improved, as did my progress in the bedroom. I was no longer the trigger happy virgin, who shot his bolt within seconds of penetration, but I was by no means the lover I imagined I was. After all, my repertoire only included what I now know as missionary and cowgirl. Don't get me wrong, both were mind blowingly satisfying, but you don't know what you don't know; that was until!
Until, one Saturday, on the way home in the car she said.
"That pal of yours, Dave, needs a lesson in subtlety!"
"Oh?"
"He couldn't take his eyes of my tits for two sets, and afterwards, at the bar, his eyes never strayed far from my thighs. I think he was hoping for a flash of my knickers. I have to confess, I found it rather flattering and I'm sorry to say, I did lead him on a bit. I hope you don't mind."
She slipped her hand onto my knee, somewhat higher than strictly necessary.
"He was so intent on staring at my crotch that I couldn't resist sliding off my bar stool in a rather unladylike fashion. His erection was unmissable, I thought he might cum in his pants, poor lad."
More, unexpected frank talk as she started stroking the inside of my bare thigh, making concentrating on the driving slightly difficult. The combination of her chatter and the erotic sensation of having my thigh stroked produced the predictable result.
"I think someone is please to see me, which is just as well because I desperately need a shag."
