I woke with a start; the unfamiliar surroundings momentarily disorienting me. Then I recalled that last night I had lost my virginity to an old family friend, Mrs Sinclair. The delicious memory made me feel warm all over. I was startled to also feel a warm, wet sensation bathing my genitals. I looked under the sheets to find said middle aged woman slathering her mouth over my package. She looked up at me with a mouth full of testicle. She had a guilty expression as if she had been caught doing something naughty. It was indeed naughty. I chided her, "You woman, are a wanton wench!" Her expression turned to one of amusement.
She released my nut from her mouth and observed, "No one has ever called me something like that, but I guess it's accurate." As if to reiterate my observation, she refilled her mouth with my other ball. I could feel her tongue massaging the orb. The suction she was applying was just on the pain threshold. (Incidentally, I don't think many women understand just how sensitive a man's testes are. I solid suck or grasp can really make a male shudder with discomfort.)
My mast was already capable of lofting a flag. It seemed to loom over her face as she went about her testicular labours. I took it by the base and gave her forehead a few meaty thwacks. She grunted in surprise. My conscience posed the thought that I might have been a little disrespectful. Slapping a person's face with your penis is not exactly courteous. My concerns were more than allayed when she took charge of my cock and started a barrage of harsh slaps to her own face that made mine seem like gentle taps. With each blow she grunted with what seemed like visceral satisfaction.
She smirked salaciously up at me. "You make me want to do things that I would never normally consider. Things that I have never done before" Her words were punctuated with penis slaps and the concomitant grunt. She stopped for a moment and looked up at me again. She quietly mouthed the words "wanton wench" and then continued her facial flaying. To me, it felt as good as it looked!
To be honest, it was a very surreal way to wake up, but I was in heaven. After a minute or so she crawled up my body. Her face wore a sheen of her saliva that had been transferred back to her face after a brief sojourn to my genitals. With her face only an inch from mine she whispered. "Good morning my ex-virgin lover boy."
Her groin was grinding against me. My belly stirrer was wedged against her stomach, and she seemed to relish feeling its hardness against her. "Let's try another first. Woman superior or more colloquially, cowgirl."
I nodded eagerly. She sat upright across my groin and reaching down, gave my man a few quick strokes. She had a reverent look upon her face. A deep breath was taken, and she whispered, "Here we go."
Raising herself up she positioned the rod where it could do the most damage. She slowly sunk down on it. As she took more and more of me into her, her face became pinched. At about the halfway mark, she paused for a moment, as if to catch her breath. She raised a hand to her face and, after a moment of tongue rolling, produced a couple of healthy gobs of saliva. These were quickly applied to the as yet unembedded portion of my cock. A look of obstinate determination graced her face. She was going take my full length of come hell or high impalement. The palms of her hands were on my chest. She stared at me with a furrowed brow and fierce expression.
From my perspective I was valiantly fighting the almost overwhelming urge to thrust up into her with considerable violence, but discretion was advisable at this most delightful juncture. She took a big breath and bore down on me, taking my entire length in one long, luscious lunge. We both gasped explosively. Her face had assumed a grim rictus which made her look angry and in pain. Her hands were now on my shoulders, and I could feel her talon like fingers nails digging in sharply.
Given that this was only my second experience of coitus, I was on the precipitous part of the learning curve. I was soaking up all the glorious sensations while attempting to gather as much practical experience as possible. I was completely fascinated by the depraved visage of this shameless milf grinding away on top of me, seemingly fighting her way to what I assumed was going to be an apocalyptic orgasm. This slightly analytic approach was enough to keep me in the fight and not pop my cork too prematurely.
