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She lowered her head and started another good kiss, rocking her hips down. My hands naturally slid down to hold her ass. It rocked a couple of more times, and then we came up for air again. She murmured:
“I hope your tongue is that good somewhere else.”
Before I could reply, she was clambering up over me. I hoped so too, and said as much, as she got her knees past my shoulders. I wasn't surprised, having enjoyed too many videos of face-sitting, just had never done it, never licked a pussy that was turned that way. I looked up at her, and she down at me with an encouraging smile, and then her pussy - her muschi - was on my mouth.
I had wanted to see it first - another time. And it already tasted good. Now I didn't mind that I recalled the videos, thankful for the images of girls licking each other's pussy and how they did, remembering that after seeing the first couple, I had recognized that I probably hadn't been doing it right for my wife and the couple of short-time women-friends. I also hadn't anticipated that I might ever have the opportunity to try to do it better. Sure, hoping, but not expecting that it could really happen, and then not with someone who promised that if I did it good enough, her pussy - Marge's muschi - would flood my face.
What a delightful challenge! Of course, she had a well-developed clitoris, if she could come like that. Maybe that wasn't true; I couldn't remember the others. But if she could come like that and wanted to, and I did it right, …!
I tried, and Marge encouraged me with words and rocks of her pelvis. I opened my eyes once and saw that she was holding her breasts. I wanted to suck them - another time, like getting to see her muschi. Not both at the same time. Between more words of encouragement, she began to moan, and I hummed in response, hoping it felt as arousing as her moans had for my cock. It seemed so.
This story is really about the group experience, starting in the third person, and then I let slip that it was also a first person experience - for the most obvious reason. She - Marge - had sucked my cock like no one ever had before, and now I was licking her pussy - her muschi, as she liked to call it. And I was doing everything I could to give her an orgasm, hoping that she would flood my face with her love juice. She had told me that it could happen.
I can't brag. She did, but only by encouraging me and from my experience watching videos of girls giving each other orgasms. But she did! Her love juice running down in my mouth and on my chin. I can't brag, but I was very pleased with my success, the first time I had given a woman an orgasm that way, and then so good.
She dropped forward on the bed, turning her muschi up from my mouth, still gasping and whimpering. I hadn't known how good a woman's orgasm could be, quite chagrined that my wife's never had been like that, despite our having two sons. I rubbed her ass, licking my lips for a last taste of her love juice.
“Oh shit! That was good! You did that good!” she murmured after a deep breath.
I was almost proud at her confirmation that it had been so good; I owed it to her for what she had done and in respect that we would be spending many more nights together. I had to hope and try to be an equal partner.
She began to move back down over me. Her breasts passed my face, and then hers appeared, and then we both felt my aroused cock touch her between her legs. She snorted and rocked her hips, moving back a little and pressing it down on me. I didn't think she could want to do anything more, but she rocked her hips, rubbing her muschi on my cock, and where it felt good. It surged. It couldn't twitch, since it was pressed down on me.
She looked down at me and snorted softly with a slight, wry smile. I guess that I also snorted, returning her smile. She snorted again and murmured:
“To hell with waiting till tonight. I want to fuck; put it in me.”
I was, of course, surprised that she immediately wanted fuck - didn't like to hear that word either - but it was the only appropriate one. And my cock obviously was suggesting that it want to, too.
I reached down, and she raised her hips, and it slipped very easily into her very wet muschi, tighter than the ones I remembered. Her hips rocked down, making me moan, and she gave a satisfied sounding sigh as she relaxed on me, then licked around my mouth with a snort and murmured:
“Oh, it was good, real good, but a cock in my muschi … It was there, and my muschi wanted it.”
“My cock did too, a little to my surprise. God it feels good, your muschi.”
“Your cock too.”
She chuckled, and her muschi squeezed my cock.
“Mmmm! Even better!”
“For me too,” and she did it again.
I rocked my hips up, and she nodded, but then murmured:
“I want to sit up, have to get my legs up on the bed.”
We rocked our hips from one side to the other, managing to stay coupled as she drew her legs up, both then chuckling at our success. She sat up with a pleased moan and smile as my cock went deeper, pressing against the front of her vagina. I returned her smile and made my cock twitch, and her muschi squeezed it again. We chuckled again, and I murmured:
“I had forgotten how tight a young pussy is.”
“Mmm, thanks for the 'young'. My brother said something similar.”
“As lucky as I am. … What do you want to do? Anything you want.”
“Not just this,” and her muschi tightened again.
“But that's good. I may just close my eyes and pretend this is all a wet dream.”
“If you can hold my breasts, while I play with myself.”
“Oooh, of course, anything you want.”
We grinned. I reached up, and her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers creeping between our hair. As I played with her nipples, I felt her knuckles move on my pelvis, pressing on it as her fingertips began to rub. She hummed, not yet an aroused moan, but audibly pleased with what her fingers were doing. I was too, her muschi squeezing my cock every now and then.
Until I started watching videos, it had never occurred to me that a woman would want to help arouse herself when she had a cock in her pussy. But why not? I had told her that I like the idea of the woman being in control, and it was very pleasantly arousing to feel her muschi responding, maintaining a level that I thought could go on for ever, making my cock twitch in response.
I hadn't closed my eyes, but saw that hers were half closed as she began to moan. And then her hips began to rock. Oooh, more arousing! If I hadn't already come so good, I thought, I would be about to now. Had she planned all this? Done it like this with her brother? I moaned, and she nodded with another one of her moans, her fingers moving as fast as possible, her eyes now clenched close.
Suddenly they opened, wide, and she dropped down over me and demanded softly:
“Suck them, chew them!”
She shifted her shoulders and pressed a nipple down in my mouth. I didn't really chew it, but did everything else I could with my tongue and lips and teeth, as my hands slid down to her ass. When she offered me her other breast, she murmured:
“Like in the shower.”
My fingers crept further on her taut ass, into her crevice, finding the base of her spine and then the soft spot below it. She nodded with an encouraging - maybe insistent - “uhn-hnn!” Her asshole contracted when my finger rubbed over it, and she approved with another “uhn-hnn!” It relaxed and contracted again, and my fingertip was on its center. When it contracted again, it felt like it wanted to draw my fingertip in. It pressed, and it relaxed, and the next time it contracted, it was holding it. “Uhnn!” she responded with a nod. Anything she wanted! Like in the videos ….
Clutching my finger and my cock! She gave a great moan and began to move her hips. After a few short strokes up and down on my cock, that was twitching in response to her clutches, she shoved me back and demanded: “Fuck!” and found my mouth with hers, her tongue fucking in my mouth.
Our hips slapped together. I had thought that my situps were just to tighten my stomach, but now I realized that they were for fucking like this: pumping my hips up to thrust my cock in her muschi, as hers slapped down; my cock throbbing as her vagina tried to milk it, and her asshole drew my finger deeper. We were both groaning and panting. God, it had never been like this!
I came, and she came, her warm muschi juice wet on my pubic hair and running down between my legs. We both collapsed, only our heaving stomachs rising and falling against each other as we drew deep breaths and sighed with moans.
When I could think again, I was a little proud - hell, a lot proud - that I had been able to satisfy a much younger woman, and one who had so much more experience than I had; that I had been able to do everything that she had wanted.
Slowly, our breathing returned to normal, more conscious of each others breathing. We chuckled, when we coordinated that one of us exhaled when the other inhaled. My cock was still in her muschi, but about to slip out, when it suddenly occurred to me that she was young enough to get pregnant. I hadn't had to worry about that in years. At that moment, I probably should have said something about how wonderful it had been, but I said what was on my mind:
“Oh, you're on the pill?”
She nodded with a snort and replied:
“Should have asked before, no.”
“No!”
“Scared you? Sorry, not the pill, an IUD.”
