by Holly Ardent
My fingers dove into her pubic hair and found her slit. She was soaking wet, which wasn't surprising if she'd been playing with herself all along. At my first touch on her pussy, she paused with my cock buried in her mouth. I could feel the contented sigh she let out and she seemed to relax even more.
My fingers slipped into her hot, wet slit. She was wet enough that, one at a time, I ended up sliding three fingers into her. Then I started gently fucking her with them while I moved my thumb up to her clit.
Her lips clamped down on my cock tightly as I slid my fingers into her. Her tongue was already dancing with my shaft, flicking it this way and that. She'd send the tip of her tongue to tease the rim at the edge of my cock head, licking underneath the edge, then increase the pressure and run it all the way down my shaft and back up. All the while, she actually maintained a mild suction on my cock. Not enough to make it feel like I was getting a hicky, but certainly enough to notice.
Damn, she's the first woman I've met that could give Molly a run for her money at giving me head. I bet if she knew my preferences she'd be better than Molly. Maybe I better leave that part out when I tell her all about it.
I'll completely admit that there were a few minutes in there while she sucked on me that my fingers and thumb went still in her pussy as I simply stopped my own actions and enjoyed what she was doing. In my own defense, she did the same when I pressed firmly on her clit with my thumb. I started rubbing it in circles and her head went still with my cock buried deep in her mouth.
Mariabella slid my cock deeper and deeper into her. She'd started with her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, but by this point she could only fit two fingers along its base. She keep taking me deeper and deeper in, sliding first one of those fingers and then the other out of the way.
A minute later she pressed her lips against the skin around the base of my cock in a mock kiss. By this point, my hand had gone still again. It didn't feel at all like it did when Molly took me into her throat. With Molly it was tight and I could feel her throat ripple along my cock head. Mariabella had just slid me in. It was a little tight, but nothing like when my wife did it. I laid there, luxuriating in the feel of her mouth and throat swallowing my cock.
After a minute of remaining still that way, she started moving her head again. She'd lift herself until her lips were pressed against the rim at the base of my cock head and then push my cock all the way in again, sliding her mouth down my shaft. My free hand went to her black, silky hair and I wrapped my fist in it. She made encouraging noises when she felt the pressure there so I started controlling her speed a little bit, slowly speeding her up.
When I realized that she was just going to go along with whatever my hand showed her to do, I almost came right then. Instead I tugged her all the way up, until her lips were on my cock head.
“If you would rather I use that anywhere else before I cum, you might want to stop now,” I said.
She lifted her mouth off of me.
“Will you be able to use it again right away after you cum?” she asked.
“If you did that to me again for a good fifteen minutes, I'd almost guarantee it.”
“Good,” she said.
She lowered her mouth back to my cock and proceeded to drive it all the way in. I used her hair to set her to a speed then unwrapped it from my hand. I started driving my fingers in and out her cunt again, caressing her clit with my thumb. That only seemed to encourage her. She began to speed up, tentatively, and when I didn't say or do anything to stop her, kept going faster and faster until I was sure she was going to give her lips a friction burn.
I think I kept finger fucking her as she sucked me, but I'm none to sure. A couple of minutes later, I felt a warmth begin to fill the base of my cock. It quickly surged upwards.
“I'm going to cum,” I warned her.
She drove my cock deep into her mouth and started squeezing it rhythmically with her lips and tongue. A moment later I felt my cock swell as my cum surged up and out, into her mouth. She started sucking and swallowing and continued doing that until I was done cumming a minute later.
“Thank you Tim,” she said after she took her mouth off my cock.
Wait, she's thanking me for letting her give me a blow job? I wonder if Molly really would be interested in having another woman move in?
I realized that my fingers were still buried in her pussy, but they were just sitting there. I started sliding them in and out again, stroking her clit with my thumb, and she sighed happily and sprawled back onto the couch, trying to give me better access.
Time to repay her in kind, I thought. Not that I wouldn't have done this anyway, but...
She sighed in disappointment as I slid my fingers out of her pussy. Her eyes opened and she was about to say something when she saw me slide off the couch and onto my knees. I moved so I was between her legs and started to lower my mouth to her pussy.
“Grazie Dio,” she said under her breath as I ran my tongue along her slit.
Mariabella was soaking wet, my head was already reeling from the scent of her lust. When my tongue slid into her slit, I tasted it as well as smelling it. She had a strong spicy taste, with a hint of musk underlying it, which was in reverse to what I was used to. It was like biting into a jalapeno after eating only bell peppers for months.
She spread her legs wider as I licked her slit so I took that opportunity to slide my hands in alongside my head. My thumbs stroked the edges of her slit, tugging it slightly outward to allow my tongue better access.
She exhaled, a long soft noise that sounded relieved. Her pussy pushed against my face, so I pulled backwards as she positioned herself on the very edge of the couch, granting me access to anything I might want.
As I drove my tongue deep into her slit and then slid it up, I moved my index fingers to her clit hood. It slid out of the way as I pushed on it and my tongue continued up and out of her slit until it reached the mound of flesh that had been revealed.
Her soft breathing disappeared as she inhaled with a gasp. Her legs tensed, pushing against my arms, but I kept them firmly in place as I started to lick her clit. My thumbs slid into her slit, running up and down inside of it, stroking the edges of her insides.
I spread her wide with my thumbs and moved my tongue down so I could drive it in and out of her a few times. Then it went back to her clit. I used the tip of my tongue to tease it, running it lightly across the top before dropping to lick the flesh around its base.
Mariabella was very happy from the attention. I could tell she was juicing up even more as her lusty scent grew even stronger. I moved my lips down to her clit, kissing it lightly before backing off and lashing it with my tongue.
All the while her breathing grew quicker and louder. When I finally leaned over and trapped her clit between my lips, pinching it softly, her breathing hitched and she went silent for a moment.
I held it pinched between my lips for about ten seconds before I started to pull her clit into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Her breath came out in a torrent of words in a foreign language. It was Spanish or Italian or something like that. I didn't need to know what she was saying, because I recognized the tone. She was urging me on.
I was more than happy to cooperate. My teeth came down and gently grazed the sensitive mound of flesh that I'd stretched into my mouth. This time her legs clamped against my arms and pressed them against the sides of my head. Her stomach was bucking and heaving like a storm at sea and, when I glanced up, I saw her breasts jiggle enticingly as her stomach tightened over and over again.
I let go of her clit in self-defense and slid my head out from between her legs. Then I just watched her tits jiggle and shake as she continued to cum even without my tongue on her any more.
When she started to calm down a bit, I reached in with my hands and stroked her clit, which set her off again. I kept her cumming for a good five minutes or more before letting her calm all the way down again.
“That was magnificent,” sh
e said. “Eduardo would do that for me... sometimes. But never like that.”
Her face was still radiant from her orgasm, but her expression turned melancholy.
You know, she'd probably have an easier time adjusting to what things are like now if she'd stop living in the past. Should I say something about it?
“Mariabella, would you mind if I gave you some unsolicited advice?” I asked.
Her expression turned cautious.
“About what?”
“It seems to me that you get sad every time you talk about your husband. Perhaps if you were to... this is delicate and please don't take offense... Perhaps if you were to live in the present instead of the past, you might be sad less often and have fewer problems.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but I shook my head and held my hand up, palm out.
“Wait, let me finish,” I said. “I know you loved your husband, just from the way you talk about him, but you also said he's been gone for years. Things might go better for you if you allow yourself to move on.”
She glared at me for a moment, but I could see that she was thinking about what I'd said. I was surprised, moments later, when she burst out laughing.
“I think that might be what I am doing,” she said. “I cannot look at my daughter without seeing Eduardo, so I have managed to get myself kicked out of her home. He was the last man to make love to me, yet here I am, with you.”
“If you're going to do this, then you should make the break with your past as clean as possible,” I said. “There'll be less things to disturb you that way.”
“Do you think so? Do I need to change everything?”
“I shouldn't think so, just those things that make you think of the past in ways that make you sad. I'm not a psychiatrist or anything, but I've had a few moments like that myself as well as helping others through similar things. Just none of them to the degree you seem to have it.”
“I shall think about that, I believe you may be right. But this is not the time for such a discussion. I believe we were having a very non-sad time before we began this conversation. Perhaps we could go back to doing what it was we were doing right before it started?”
Her eyes twinkled as she made her suggestion.
“Only if you promise not to crush my head with your legs again,” I said.
Her jaw dropped and she stared at me.
“That is why you stopped?”
I nodded.
“I am so sorry, please, try again. I'll attempt to keep my legs under better control.”
She's slick, she didn't want to come right out and ask me to eat her some more, so she's created a pretext. Although I would've kept eating her for a while longer if not for her legs, so...
I slid back between her legs and bent my head to her pussy. This time, I went straight for the clit, guessing that she wouldn't need any more warming up and I was right. I trapped her clit between my lips, sucked gently, and she was cumming again within a minute.
This time I was more gentle at the start, but that's only because I had a plan. As she came, I started pinching her clit harder with my lips, using a bit more suction to stretch it. I wanted to ramp her orgasm up and surprise her in the middle of it.
I was definitely getting it ramped up. If I flicked my eyes to the side, I could see her legs straining, but she had her hands gripping the front of the couch, blocking her legs from crushing my head again.
When it seemed as though she was cumming hard, I quickly pulled my mouth away from her clit, letting it snap back into place, and knelt up.
Her eyes were closed, her stomach tautening and loosening over and over. I slid in as close as I could get and aimed my cock right at her cunt. Then I drove forward. Once the tip was in place I slammed into her as hard and deep as I could.
She screeched with pleasure and my ears rang from the echoes in the small break room.
Mariabella was tight. I hadn't thought about it, but it made sense if she hadn't had sex in years. Despite that she was wet enough that I drove most of the way into her on the first attempt. Then I pulled back and thrust forward again. Again and again I thrust into her until I could go no farther.
She'd been silent after that first screech, as though she'd hurt her throat or something, now I found out that her throat was fine.
“Oh yes, drive into me! Pound me! I need to feel your body slam into mine over and over,” she said.
I was more than happy to oblige her request. I drew back and slammed into her again. She was panting and had barely gotten her request out because of it. With an inward smile I decided that what she really needed was the hardest orgasm I could give her. My hand came up and stroked the inside of her thigh, moving up towards her pussy. I continued to pound her, driving my cock in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
When my fingers reached her clit and started stroking it I was sure her voice was going to give out this time. She screamed her pleasure at the top of her lungs.
“Oh yes, take me! Drive me mad this way instead of the other. Make me lose myself to passion,” she cried.
From there, she went unintelligible. There were foreign words in there, as well as things I'm sure were just noises and not words at all. Throughout it all I kept at her, slamming my cock in and out of her as I played with her clit.
I'd wondered about her preferences and now I was finding out for sure. Her reactions when I pinched her clit as opposed to stroking it told me she liked it rough. How rough I didn't know yet, but I was going to have a blast finding out.
She was down to muttering now, out of breath, and seemingly wearing down. Her stomach still clenched over and over as she came, but I could tell there was less intensity to it now, as though her energy were running out.
I barely heard her as she muttered under her breath.
“I was right, I thought that you would take as opposed to simply accept what was offered,” she said.
I thought about that for a minute as I slowed my pace. I kept driving into her in a slow steady rhythm, one designed to keep the pleasure flowing, if at a lower level.
“So, you prefer your partner to take?” I asked.
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at me.
“Did I say that aloud?”
I nodded.
Her head dipped and she actually blushed. The woman who'd practically thrown herself on top of me blushed.
“I did not intend to say that,” she said.
“If it's true, then why not? If you want me to take, instead of ask, then just let me know. But I warn you it might be more than you bargained for.”
Her eyes sparkled with interest.
“Take what you will,” she said.
She swept her hand down along her body like a game show hostess.
“If this pleases you, then take what you would from it. I will feast upon the attention and if it is more than I bargained for or enjoy then I shall be surprised, pleasantly so.”
I raised an eyebrow and caught her gaze. She stared back at me without the slightest hint of trepidation or fear. The look of determination on her face altered only slightly as she broke into a smile. Now she looked like someone settling in to a task that they knew they would enjoy.
Maybe this actually will help her. She looks better, more here, than she has since I entered the room. Should I really do what she said though? Does she know what she's saying? I suppose there's only one way to find out.
I slid my cock out of her and she offered me a pouting look.
“Turn over. You can either get on all fours on the floor or lean on the couch,” I said.
Her smile returned quickly as she rearranged herself. She chose to be on all fours on the floor. I got behind her and pushed her legs open wider. Then I drove my cock back into her pussy.
I fucked her for a couple of minutes that way, trying to distract her. When it seemed as though she might start cumming, I decided to help that along. My hand made its way around her belly and I started playing with her clit again.
Evidently she was primed since she went off a few seconds later. Her cunt clamped down on my cock as she came, but I continued to force my way in and out. I wanted her cumming as hard as I could manage like this. I pinched her clit, tugging on it, and it seemed to me that she started cumming a bit harder.
Oh hell, no time like the present, I thought.
On my next backstroke I came all the way out of her pussy. I aimed the tip of my cock an inch or so higher and pushed forward. After a moment of fumbling, it slight into the tight brown bud of her ass.
Mariabella was cumming so hard that I was an inch deep in her ass before she noticed. When she did, she surprised me.
“Si, prendi quello che vuoi! Sono disposto.”
It distracted me for a moment since I'd no idea what she said. I stopped with my cock two inches into her ass.
“What?”
She chuckled throatily.
“Sorry, I said to take what you want, I am willing. But here, allow me to help.”
She pushed herself back towards me, driving my cock another couple of inches into her ass.
“You have not surprised me yet,” she said. “Although you continue to please me in ways that remind me more of myself and who I once was than how I have been recently.”
Despite wanting to help her find herself again, I found that I didn't much care about that at this moment. Instead what I cared about was getting it stuck in. So, I thrust harder and she squealed before giggling like a little girl.
“Yes Tim, fuck me, fuck my ass. Take what you will of my body and I shall take pleasure in it.”
She pushed herself back again, forcing my cock deeper into her ass. It was more than I could take. I put my hands on her hips and held her in place as I thrust harder and harder, burying my cock all the way inside of her.
Once it was there, I held still for a moment and reached past her stomach again, going for her clit. The slightest touch there sent her off once more.
I guess she likes anal as much as I do. But I'm not going to cum that easily. I want to play with her body more first.