I have known this lady, standing in front of me for well over thirty years. In the early years when we met for a family function our greeting was usually a hug. As the years past bye we graduated to a quick kiss on a cheek. Now as we stood face to face with our lips locked it dawned on me that not many years ago we had begun kissing each other on the lips when saying our hello. Joyce's grip on the back of my head was strong. Our lips mashed together and I was losing the tongue battle.
There was now no separation between our bodies and my hands, still tweaking her nipples seemed locked in place. I cannot tell you how long that first lustful kiss lasted. My thoughts became fragmented as more blood flowed to my cock. Her hand on my cock continued to slowly slide over the length of it. Each slow sensuous stroke sent an electrical shock up through my body.
Joyce was the one to break the kiss and as she did our eyes met and she spoke: "Are you sure you want to do this? You do know this is wrong, what if Richard and Dawn find out?" The tone she used was one I had never heard, it sounded almost animalistic and she spoke while trying to catch her breath. I stopped tweaking her nipples and slid my hands up to her shoulders. Slipping her pajama top off it fell to the floor and I replied: "Who's going to tell them, not me. This may only be a one-time thing and right now I want you badly, besides, it's only lust, Right? If you decide you don't want to go any farther, just tell me to stop and we will."
Our lips met again and the battle of the tongues began round two. Our tongues would meet each other like two snakes trying to mate. They would separate briefly and when they did I would try to force my tongue into Joyce's mouth. Each time I would lose the battle and each time I gave in Joyce would moan. This second kiss was just as forceful as the first but now it was slower, more purposeful as if we were seeking something. I knew if I didn't take charge my cock was going to erupt and splatter our bodies with cum.
I broke away from our kiss and began to slide my mouth and tongue down the side of Joyce's neck. Joyce tilted her head back and moan, letting me know I was headed in the right direction. I took my time and would stop every inch or so, locking my lips and sucking. I was searching for that special spot. That spot was just above her collar line, her reaction was obvious. As I kissed, licked and sucked Joyce moaned louder and her grip on my cock was tighter.
My hands were no longer on her shoulders. I had move them to her back and moving them in a circular motion, alternating from using a flat hand and the tips of my fingers. To me it seemed as if time had stood still. My senses were keyed to the sounds of Joyce and how her body reacted. I was aware her breathing had quickened and her moans seemed to deepen in tone. Her skin was warm and smooth to my touch. My hands moved farther down her back and came to rest on her hips. I stopped my assault on her neck area and took a small step back returning my attention to her breasts. Starting at the base of one of her breasts I ran my tongue in an upward spiral motion until I reach a hard nipple. I took the nipple in my mouth between my teeth and raked them over her nipple as if I was trying to skin a grape. Her body shivered and she moaned even louder. She let loose of my cock and now had both hands holding my head. "Oh my god that feels wonderful, don't stop, you're making me so wet." She moaned.
I was alternating from one breast to the other. Each time I would start at the base and work my way up to the nipple. It had been a guess on my part but her daughter had very sensitive nipples and would go crazy when I used this technique on them. I had discovered it was a family trait. During the third round of playing with Joyce's breasts she tilted her head down to my ear and in a lustful whisper said: "Play with my pussy. I am so wet and need to cum."
I stopped my attack on her breasts and replied: "You didn't say please."
"Please, please play with my pussy. Feel how wet you've made me." She pleaded.
My right hand slid off her hip over her stomach and met up with the elastic band of her pajama bottoms. The elastic gave away easily as my hand continued its downward journey. Moving my hand slowly I took my time and had resumed kissing and licking her breasts but now avoiding her nipples.
The tips of my fingers finally met up with hair, signaling to me I was now very close to a very special prize. My hand could feel the heat that seemed to radiate from her crotch. The tips of my fingers lightly ran over her moistened pussy lips and I stopped. The back of my hand could feel the wetness of her pajama bottoms. I curled my two middle fingers and gently poked the tips between the lips of her pussy. Joyce adjusted her stance, moving her feet wider and giving me easier access to her pussy. She pushed her hips forward, signaling she wanted my fingers deeper inside her. Each time she pushed forward I let my hand and fingers ride it out and only the tips remained inside her wet pussy. Joyce was now using words I had never heard her say: "Oh fuck! Yes! Oh fuck! Make me cum! Finger fuck me! Please make me cum!"
Using just the tips of my two fingers I explored the outer and inner edges of her pussy. More moisture was gathering on my fingers and hand. Joyce's every other word was now "fuck." Without warning I plunged my fingers in as deep as they could go angling upward and found her G-spot.
It started as a slow wail and increase and in a pleading tone, while trying to catch her breath Joyce said: "Please suck on my nipple!"
I put my lips over one of her nipples, locked tight and began sucking it. Joyce pulled my head into her body as tight as she could as her orgasm broke loose. First she began to shake and without warning it was as if a faucet had been turned on. Her cum ran out over my fingers and hand down her leg. Some of her juice was caught by her pajama bottoms I counted four forceful squirts
Joyce pulled my head back away from her breast and while breathing heavily she said: "Let me catch my breath."
