***WARNING – This story is a bit long (7 typed pages), but I hope you enjoy it***
Cindy had just settled down with a trashy novel and her sex toy. It was the end of a long work week and she had just made it home before it started raining. Her son had just left to spend two weeks with his father (her ex) and she finally had the house to herself. She smoked a bowl of her favorite weed, ate light dinner with some wine and took a long hot bubble-bath. After slipping into her satin camisole and shorts outfit, turning on her reading lamp, turning off the bedroom light, and after a couple more hits off her pipe she slipped into bed and prepared to remove the last holdouts of tension in her body.
As she started reading she brought her hand up and began to massage her breasts. She loved the feelings pot caused her body as she softly ran her finger tips over her satin covered breasts. She took her time as she had all night. Normally she had to be careful when her son was at home because she knew how loud she got when she climaxed. The last thing she wanted to do was turn-on her teenage son.
As she read, she softly stroked her breasts, first one then the other. Her breath was starting to deepen and she could feel that familiar 'itch' inside of her. She then began to pinch and pull at on of her nipples. Her breath caught and her back arched slightly at this new feeling.
She put the book down and brought her other hand up and started caressing both breasts. Soon she was pinching, pulling, and teasing her hardening nipples. Her breath deepened further and her back suddenly arched as a tingling feeling shot through her. She let go of one nipple and slid her hand under her short satin top. She brushed her finger over her breast to begin softly pinching and pulling at the nipple again. She loved the different feeling of a hand touching one breast over the silky top and the other directly on her other breast skin-to-skin.
As her breathing began to quicken she slid one hand down her stomach and over her satin shorts. When it reached the top of her pussy mound, the tip of one finger lightly brushed over her clitoris and her back arched suddenly. Her breath caught in her throat as a wave of electric pleasure shot through her. She then began to slowly trace her fingers downward. By the time she reached the base of her mound, the fingers of her other hand had her nipple in a vise-like grip and a soft moan escaped her lips. She extended her middle finger slowly traced it downward over her swollen lips. When it reached the base of her pussy she reversed its direction trace upward. She continued this motion until she felt the outer lips of her mound begin to part, and as her finger continued its path she felt the fabric beneath begin to moisten.
As she continued running her finger up and down along the length of her pussy lips it began to plow deeper and the fabric soon went from moist to wet. Quickly she pulled the fabric aside and plunged her finger deep inside of her. Again her back arched and, "Ooohhh…," she moaned as she began to thrust her finger in and out between her swollen, wet lips. Quickly, she found her toy, flipped the little switch and suddenly, "ZZZZZZZZZZZ" she felt that familiar vibration in her hand. Bringing the toy downward she let it come to rest at the top of her mound, just above her sensitive clitoris.
"Aaahhh…." She gasped loudly as the toy's tip came to rest against her skin, not touching her clitoris, but it was close enough to stimulate it. Slowly she traced the toy around her love-button while her finger continued probing inside of her. Closer and closer the tip of the toy got to her clit as the semi-circles she traced got smaller and smaller. She moaned softly as slowly she let a second finger begin to slip over the edge of her wet lips to join the first. She started massaging her breast harder as the second finger was now fully inside her and moving unison with the first. Her breathing deepened and another moan escaped her as a third finger slowly began to slip inside her. She pinched her nipple and began to slowly twist as the tip of her vibrating toy circled closer and closer to her overly sensitive clit. Suddenly…
"…ZZZzZZZzZZZzzZZZzzZZZzz…", 'Oh no,' she thought as the vibrator began to falter.
"ZZzZzZzZzzz.zzz.zzz..zzz..zzz..zz..zz..zz…zz…z…z…”, 'No, no, no' quickly she shook the toy, "...zzz.....zz......zz......" "NOOOOOO", she screamed as the toy gave its last vibration and then went still in her hand. "Damn, damn, damn it!" Cindy thought she had changed the batteries recently.
She quickly rolled out of bed, toy in hand, flipped on the lights and headed for her dresser. After finding nothing in the drawers (and a couple more 'damn its') she went straight for Bobby's room. 'With all of his electronic gadgets he had to have spare batteries laying around,' she thought. Flipping on the lights in Bobby's room she quickly searched high and low, throwing things left and right in her frustration, but couldn't find a single battery.
Out of Bobby's room she went, down the hallway, and then down the stairs into the living room. Light from the street lamp softly illuminated the room through the sheer inner curtains. Moving with a purpose she hurried into the pantry, flipping on the light as she went. On one of the shelves she found what she was looking for. Opening the box she dumped a several fresh batteries into her hand. But as she turned to head back to her room, "Damn it all to hell!" she shouted. She threw the AAA batteries back onto the shelf then reached for another box. It was empty. "Damn it Bobby!" she screamed in her frustration. 'He must have taken them with him for his damn trip!' she realized. As she walked out of the pantry she tried to remember what else in the house would need that size battery, then it hit her.
Back into the living room she went. There was enough light coming in through the window to make out the furniture, but not enough for her to find what she was looking for. Flipping light switch she spotted the TV remote laying on the couch, next to the window. She snatched the remote up, dumped the old batteries out of her toy, and replaced them with the ones from the remote. Flipping the little switch she was rewarded with a steady, "ZZZZZ…". Smiling triumphantly, she turned to walk back upstairs when, "DING DONG!"
Cindy jumped at the unexpected sound. It took her herb altered brain a moment to process the fact that someone was at the door. As she slowly turned towards the door she heard it again, "DING DONG!"
'Who could that be?' she asked herself. Slowly she began walking towards the door. She looked thru the recognized one of Bobby's friends. As she reached for the door handle she realized she was still holding the toy and it was still vibrating. She quickly turned it off and looked for somewhere to hide it. Dashing into the den she placed in on the computer desk before returning to the door. "DING-DONG!" again, just as she reached the front door. She paused, and then opened it.
"Dennis, what are you doing here tonight? Bobby is with his father for summer vacation." As she said this she noticed that Dennis' clothes and backpack were soaking wet from the rain.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson, I forgot he'd be gone for a couple of weeks. It's just that…well," Dennis looked down at his feet.
"Your parents are fighting again, aren't they?" She asked. Cindy knew Dennis' parent from around the neighborhood, and even though they were a great couple they did seem to fight a lot. Bobby and Dennis were best friends, and she didn't mind it when he sought refuge at their home. He was a good kid, polite, well-mannered, the kind of friend she wanted Bobby to hang around with. He was also an attractive young man, tall with an athletes build (she seen him without his shirt many times). At that thought a light shiver raced up her spine and she suddenly remembered her state of arousal. Blushing, she made a quick decision.
"Well come in before you catch something. You can hang out in Bobby's room until things cool down at your house." she said as she let him in. "And I'm sure you can borrow some of his clothes until yours are dry."
"Thank you Mrs. Johnson and I promise not to be a bother," he replied still looking down. As he started to head towards the stairs Cindy suddenly remembered two things; one, she had trashed Bobby's room trying to find batteries for her toy. And two, Bobby's room was too close to her own!
"Wait a minute Dennis, Bobby left his room a mess so why don't you just hang out the den. You can watch TV or play on the computer if you like, I'll bring you something dry to wear."
"Thank you Mrs. Johnson, but really you don't have to go to all that trouble, I'll be fine," he said.
"It's no problem Dennis, I'll be back in a moment," she replied as she turned to go to the stairs.
As she moved past one of the full length mirrors in the entryway she remembered she was only wearing a pair of satin short-shorts and with a matching midriff length top. The cool night air from the open door had her nipples as hard as rocks and poking-out quite noticeably against the material of her top. And that she had been standing right in front of her son's best friend looking like this! To make matters worse, thru the mirror she could see her Dennis checking her out as she walked away. The look of awe and wonder on his face confirmed that he had noticed these things too. 'No wonder he kept looking down," she thought, 'but he's not looking down now!' She thought. Blushing, she raced up the stairs to get out of his view. When she reached the top of the stair she could help but turn and look over her shoulder. Sure enough, that was Dennis staring up at her with his mouth hanging open.
Quickly she made her way to Bobby's room, but as she continued to think about the young man staring at her semi-clad body she was hit by a full body shiver. As the wave of passion washed over her she realized she needed to finish what she had started.
She began to head back towards her room when she remembered Dennis needed something dry to wear. A tingly feeling shot thru her body at the thought of the handsome young man waiting in her den. Quickly she found one of Bobby's large t-shirts and a pair of sweat shorts. She race to her room and grabbed her short bathrobe and threw it on. It wasn't until she was half way down the stairs that she realized the little tie was not with the robe. She decided just to hold the front closed.
She entered the den and saw that Dennis had removed his wet shirt. When he noticed her he quickly turned away from her, but not before she noticed a large bulge in the front of his wet jeans. Blushing, she turned her head away and headed over to the computer desk. But as she approached the desk her heart nearly stopped! There, sitting in plain sight, was her toy. She practically threw the clothes onto the desk in her attempt to reach and hide her plaything. She quickly grabbed the toy and tried to hide it from his view by turning to stand between him and the desk. She almost dropped it as she hid it behind her back. When she finally had it tightly gripped in both hands she found herself facing the wide-eyed stare of a very handsome, bare-chested, and obviously dumbfounded young male. He was staring intently at her open robe and had half turned, giving her another view of the bulge in his pants. 'He obviously likes what he sees,' she thought, and another tingle raced thru her body.
Before Cindy could react Dennis began to blush and suddenly turned away. "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered out.
Somewhat flattered that she could still have such an affect on a young man Dennis' age she said, "That's alright Dennis, it's perfectly natural for a young man to be curious about a woman's body." Should found herself blushing at her bold statement, but she felt such a rush at the same time.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you're…so…attractive." Again he blushed and put his head down. Cindy regarded the young man as he stood there. Yes, he was a man indeed. Another shiver coursed thru her and she decided she needed to leave the den.
"Well Dennis, we need to get those wet clothes into the dryer, so I'll give you a few minutes to change. Then I'll come back and put your clothes in the dryer, and they should be done in about forty-five minutes or so." As she said all this Dennis kept trying to sneak glances her direction. She didn't bother closing her bathrobe as she was really enjoying the attention.
"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Would it be alright if I stayed here in the den tonight? I mean, my parents were really going at it when I left and told them I was going over to Bobby's house. I know they wouldn't mind…I mean if it's OK with you, that is." As Dennis said this he seemed to be getting bolder. Now he was at least looking at her as he talked. Of course with each glance he would look at her body a little more before looking back at her face or turning away and blushing.
"Of course you can stay in the den tonight, Dennis. In fact, I'll go get you a blanket and pillow while you change." Cindy watched as his face lit up a bit and he looked full at her this time. When his eyes shifted downward Cindy basked at his admiration of her figure. He looked up and began to blush again, but this time he didn't turn away from her. She smiled deeply and turned to fetch the blanket and pillow, but not before she looked at his crotch and showed her own admiration.
She walked down the darkened hallway a little ways, stopping a closet to find an extra blanket and pillow, leaving her toy on the shelf. From half way down the hallway you could see into the middle of the den. And as she approached she saw that Dennis had just gotten his wet jeans off. She knew he couldn't see her because she had 'accidently' spied on Bobby this same way, so she watched.
As Dennis took off his jeans he looked towards the doorway. She watched as he decided he was safe. When he took off his wet boxers his dick spring upwards like a flagpole. He couldn't help it, he was young and probably always horny. And she was sure her outfit had something to do with that. He reached for the sweat shorts she had left for him. When he on she realized his hard-on was still visible. Cindy waited another moment before coming back. "I'm back, are you decent?" she called out.
"Yes…I'm dressed," he called out to her. She came in and traded him his wet clothes for the blanket and pillow. During the exchange his armed accidently brushed against her one of her breasts. It lasted only a moment, but as his arm brushed across the front her breast and over her sensitive, hard nipple she couldn't help it as another shiver caused her body to visibly tremble.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Johnson, I honestly didn't mean to…to touch your…to touch you like that!" Dennis said, but he couldn't take his eyes off Cindy's chest.
When Cindy finally regained her composure she said, "It's OK Dennis, accidents happen. I need to let you get back to the TV..," then she noticed he hadn't turned the TV on yet, "…or whatever you had planned to do. I'll be up stairs for the evening, good night." With that she turned and walked out.
As Cindy walked by the hall closet she grabbed her toy and headed upstairs. Once in her room she shut the door, turned off the bedroom light and jumped back in bed. She was so turned-on by her encounter in the den that she didn't even bother removing her robe. But she did remove her short-shorts, sliding them off her body and kicking them to the floor in one fluid motion. She flipped the switch on her toy and, “ZZZZZZZZZZ…”
Without hesitating she placed the tip of the toy at the entrance of her pussy and began to slowly push it in. She was wet from anticipation and excitement, and thoughts of the young, hard male down stairs in her den added to that excitement. His hungry eyes taking in her body, the touch of his arm against her breast, and his hard manhood standing straight up fueled her need. Her back arched as the toy’s vibrations sent a wave of pleasure up her spine. She continued to push as the toy moved with ease farther up inside her. When the toy was finally fully inside her she slowly began to pull it back out. Her breath deepened and her eyes closed as the feelings of pleasure began to build. And when she had pulled the toy was almost completely out of her, she pushed it upward again. She continued until she had found just the right pace.
As she continued moving the toy in and out of her eager pussy, her mind kept drifting to the image of Dennis removing his boxers in her den. “Ooh....." The way he looked at her body as she stood there in front of him. “Ooh…….ooh……” The feel of his arm as it brushed across her sensitive nipple. “Oooh……oooh…..”
With the fingers of her other hand she reached down and began to lightly brush over her clit. Her body stiffened slightly at that touch, but she never slowed the progress of her toy’s movement, in and out of her very wet pussy. She began to pick up the pace of the toy as her fingers continued to tease her ‘love-button.’
She pictured Dennis again as he stared at her breasts thru her silky top. She picked up the pace with the toy just a little.
She could feel his gaze as he focused on her hard nipples poking out in front of her flimsy top. Her fingers pressed a little harder on her clit.
She watched at as he walked closer to her, just staring down at the two hard bumps her nipples made the soft material of the top. She increased the pace of the toy inside her a little more.
His hands reached up to touch her breasts thru the soft fabric. She began to rub her clit harder as she forced the toy into herself harder.
His strong hands began to massage each breast. As she thrust the toy into her more urgently slowly she began to rock her hips.
She felt the fingers from his hands began to close around her nipples. Her fingers rubbed even harder against her clit and her hips were rocking more forcefully against the toy. Suddenly, “ZZZzZZzzZzzz.zz.z..z…z…..”
NOOOOO!” she shouted! She kept thrusting the toy up into her and rubbing her clit is the hope that she could finish herself off, she was soooo close. She needed release, NOW! She pulled the toy from her pussy, and then hit it. When that didn’t work she hit it again, several times. “DAMN, DAMN, DAMN IT!” Again she shouted before throwing the toy down on her bed.
As she lay there panting, her chest still heaving from her excitement, she furiously search the house in her mind in the hope of finding more batteries, ‘I NEED more batteries. Where in the hell could they be?’ She tried to image everything in the house that used AA batteries, but she kept coming back to Bobby’s gadgets. ‘Damn that boy for taking all of my batteries,’ she thought to herself. Then she thought, ‘Dennis had his backpack with him when he walked in. I know he has some of those same gadgets as Bobby has.’
Without a second thought she bounded out of bed and was on her way down the stairs. Passing thru the living-room she caught a quick glance of herself in the full length mirror and remembered to close her robe. As she reached the hallway leading to the den she slowed her pace. About half down the hallway she could see that Dennis was sitting at the computer desk. Something told her to stop, so she stood there a moment just watching his back. She could not see his right hand, but it looked like he had moved the mouse to the other side of the key board and was using it left-handed. She couldn’t make out what was on the screen, but she had a sudden feeling of ‘déjà vu’. As she slowly approached the doorway she realized that his right hand was somewhere below the desk top, and his arm was slowly moving up and down.
‘Oh My…’ she thought as she realized what he was doing! She crept closer to the doorway until she was standing just outside of the room. Prying her eyes off Dennis’ arm she scanned the room for his backpack. When she eyes came to the large TV screen she saw his image reflected it, and she clearly saw his hand stroking himself. She stood transfixed as his hand slowly stroked up and then down the length of his hard-on.
Captivated by the sight she slowly moved into the room, watching his reflection as she went. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she felt a strong urge almost pulling her into the room. As she moved towards to him she started to lose sight of his reflected image on the TV screen. She was now looking directly at him as she continued walking towards him. Over his shoulder she saw computer monitor, and that he was looking at a nude woman. Every so often he clicked the mouse and the image changed, this time showing a different woman. She was close enough now to see his arm moving up and down at steady pace. She looked at the monitor again as a new image popped up. She realized that these were women about her age, all of them.
A few more images came and went until he paused at one in particular. She saw the rhythm of his strokes increase slightly. She watched as he maneuvered the mouse and clicked on that image. Suddenly a group of smaller images, all featuring the same woman, appeared on the monitor. He selected the first and it opened to its full size. His hand began to stroke a little faster as he viewed the image and as she looked at the image she was shocked to realize how much this woman looked like her. The woman’s hair color, style and length were pretty close to her own. Even her build was similar, although the woman’s breasts were a just a little larger than her own. Each new image showed the woman in a different position in what appeared to be a home. The next picture caused Dennis to speedup his pace again. This picture showed the woman wearing only a small apron and bent over a kitchen sink doing dishes.
Cindy hadn't realized how sexually charged she was becoming just watching Dennis' reaction to the woman who looked like her until a soft moan escaped her lips. Dennis sat straight up and whipped his head around to see her standing behind him.
"Oh shit…I'm mean…I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson…I…was just, um…" Dennis turned back towards the computer and quickly pulled the sweat shorts up over his hard-on. Cindy suddenly felt guilty for putting him in such an awkward situation and causing him such embarrassment. She moved forward and put her hands on his shoulders to try and calm him.
"Its OK Dennis, it's perfectly natural for you to be curious about a woman's body. It's just part of human biology." She tried to say in a motherly fashion. But right now, with her hands on his broad, firm shoulders she wasn't sure if her voice was giving away what she was really feeling.
"I'm sorry about…you know…the other thing." He said as he hunched forward even more to hide his erection.
"Dennis, the "other thing" is just another part of that curiosity." She said, "There's nothing wrong with that curiosity, as long as it's used properly." She waited to see his reaction.
"Yes Ma'am…I understand." Dennis responded. Cindy couldn't bring herself to let go of his shoulders just yet, so she decided to take the conversation in a different direction.
"So, with all the pretty young girls on the internet why are you looking at a woman close to my age?" Cindy found herself gently massaging his shoulders. She liked the feel of his firm muscles beneath her fingers and the affect it was having on her.
"Um…I don't know, I just…kinda like looking at older…I'm mean at women instead of girls, I guess." He still seemed a bit nervous, but Cindy didn't want to quit this just yet.
"So what is it about this particular woman that caught your attention?" She asked, honestly curious to hear his answer.
"Well, she's pretty and…well, she kinda reminds me of someone." He said looking down again.
"Someone who excites you I take?" She asked. When he only nodded she continued. "Someone you'd like to see naked?" Again he only nodded. "Have you ever seen a woman, a real woman naked before?" She could feel her breathing starting to deepen as she played this game of 'cat & mouse'.
"No…not a real woman, not in real life I mean." He answered. As Cindy continued to massage his shoulders she felt her need building. She wasn't sure if she could get him to admit who the woman on the monitor reminded him of, and at this point she didn't care.
"Dennis, if you were offered the chance to look at a naked woman in real life would you take it?" Cindy held her breath.
"Um…yes." He hesitantly answered. Cindy hadn't realized that she had already made this decision when she first saw him masturbating, until now.
Letting go of his shoulders she took a couple of steps back and said, "Dennis, please turn around." When Dennis didn’t move she said, “Dennis, it’s alright…turn and look at me.”
Slowly, Dennis turned the swivel chair are around with his head looking downward. As he raised his head Cindy smiled as she watched his face turned beet red. His jaw slowly fell open as he continued to stare. Cindy’s smile faltered slightly when she realized his gaze had not traveled all the way to her breasts, but stopped at her waist. Slowly, she lowered her own eyes and then it was her turn to blush. In her haste to find batteries she forgot to put her shorts back on. After a moment she regained her composure and looked back at Dennis. “Come here.”
Dennis took two hesitant steps towards her, and then stopped. His hands were still in front of the bulge in his shorts. After a moment he raised his head and looked into her eyes. “So…you’ve never seen real woman naked before now, huh? So it's safe to say that you’ve never touched one before either?” Dennis shook his head. Cindy reached up and lifted her mid-drift top, exposing her breasts. “Would you like to,” she asked.
Slowly, Dennis raised both of his hands, and then he reached out placed them on her breasts. A bolt of pleasure coursed thru Cindy's body as his hands grasped her sensitive breasts. She almost laughed as her sudden intake of breath startled him. She watched as he started to breathe a little deeper, just holding her breasts in his hands and staring them. Slowly he pried his eyes off of them and looked at her face. "You can do more than just hold them, if you like?" Cindy asked as she tried to sound calm. Dennis started massaging her breasts and he looked up at face again as another sharp intake of breath caught his attention. As his hands started moving over her breasts she reached down and began to stroke his dick thru his shorts. She felt Dennis' hands falter in their exploration of her breasts and she saw a look of pleasure spread over his face.
She continued to stroke him thru his shorts until his fingers found her nipples. He began pinching them and pulling them and she gasped at the feeling. She saw him smile as he watched her face and continued to squeeze and pull on her rock hard nipples. Her own breathing was starting to deepen and she felt her body react to the feelings of being touched by a 'lover' for the first time since her divorce. She let go of his dick, reached into his shorts and grabbed it again, this time both of them gasped. It had been a long time since she had held a hard dick in her hand and the feeling sent another jolt of pleasure thru her body. And she could tell that he was enjoying this as much as she was, maybe more. She loved feeling his naked dick in her bare hand and as she began to stroke it his attention to her breasts again faltered a little. As she watched the look of wonder on his face she reached up with her free hand and guided one of his hands from her breast to her pussy mound. When his fingers brushed against her pubic hair she let go of his hand.
His gaze had followed his hand downward and he stared as his fingers started to brush lightly over the soft hair covering her pussy. She watched as he continued to look down at his hand as he began to run his fingers thru her pubic hair. By the time he looked back up at her she was having a hard time controlling her breathing. When he looked into her eyes all she could do was nod to him. Looking back down he pushed his fingers thru her pubic hair and began stroking her pussy lips directly. Suddenly she felt her knees start to buckle. Letting go of his dick she grabbed his shoulders with both hands to steady herself. Her breath was now coming in short gasps and she couldn't believe how excited she felt. It had been too long since she'd been pleasured by something other than her toy and her own fingers.
As his fingers continued to explore her pussy she looked into his eyes. He was watching with a half smile mixed with wonder on his face. He looked down for a moment and back up into her eyes again. His smile started spreading into a wide grin. 'He's obviously pretty pleased with himself,' she thought. Suddenly he leaned forward, bringing his face closer to hers. When he hesitated, as if he wasn't sure if he should, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her hands left his shoulders and grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him into her kiss. 'He may be new to a woman's body, but he does know how to kiss,' she decided. Her tongue parted his lips and his tongue was there to meet hers. They were dancing around each other's mouths when she felt him suddenly push a finger up inside her. Breaking away from their kiss she threw her arms around his neck to keep from falling. And as her knees began to buckle she felt his hand let go of her breast and his arm circle around her back to hold her up. She clung to his neck as a second finger found its way inside her.
"Oh Dennis…" is all she managed to gasp as she held onto him for dear life. With her face pressed against his neck she held him tight as he worked his two fingers around inside her. When they were both as far inside her as they could reach she felt his palm begin to brush lightly against her clit.
Suddenly she felt her body slip over the edge and her orgasm begin. "Oh my g…that's it…don't stop…" she gasped out as wave after wave of passion began to course thru her body. His fingers continued to move in and out of her pussy as she rode the feelings racing thru her. Soon her wobbly legs could no longer hold her up. She felt herself slipping downward even as her hips started thrusting back against the hand pleasuring her. Suddenly the fingers slipped from her pussy as Dennis adjusted his hold and helped her to the floor.
When her ass hit the carpet Dennis helped her slip down until she was flat on her back. As she lay there looking up at him, still gasping for breath, she saw his look of concern change. Her knees were bent with her feet almost touching her ass as he knelt between her spread legs staring down at her almost completely naked body. As his eyes traveled from her face, to her breasts, and then down to stare at her visibly wet pussy, she couldn't hold back any longer. Sitting up quickly she reached for his shorts and with both hands tugged them down over his hips to the middle of his thighs. Then falling backwards she grabbed his upper arms and pulled him down on top of her.
Suddenly Dennis was lying between her wide spread legs, and only had a moment to stare down at her in surprise and wonder before Cindy reached between them and grabbed his hard dick. She quickly guided it to her waiting pussy. She rubbed it in between her swollen lips, and then with both hands on his ass cheeks she began to pull him into her.
Something in his brain took over and with one thrust Dennis buried himself into her pussy. Both of them gasped as his young balls slapped against her ass cheeks and his pubic hair pressed against her overly sensitive clit. Dennis hesitated only a moment before he pulled back a little and thrust back into her. Suddenly his hips took over and he began thrusting, again and again into her with abandon. Cindy watched as his eyes opened wide, then shut again, only to open wide once more. She had never been the first for a lover before and she beamed with pleasure when she realized that this was his first time.
But this little pleasure was short-lived as her body began to respond with an urgent need of her own. Her hips began to raise up to match his every thrust and breathing came in short gasps as she heard guttural sounds coming from her own mouth. "Uuughh…uuughh…uuughhh…" she knew she was about to climax again and she wrapped her legs around his thighs and thrust upwards for all she was worth. Suddenly it felt like a damn had burst as wave after ward of pleasure raced thru her body. Again and again she thrust upwards to meet his thrusts until the passion finally washed over her and her body began to relax. Finally she lay there quivering, enjoying the last electric traces of her orgasm, as Dennis continued to thrust into her with abandon.
She watched the face of her young lover as she felt his body slam into hers again and again. She had never simply watched someone go thru the throws of passions and it made her wonder what she looked like only moments ago. But as she watched his face start to contort with passion and felt his body begin to tense up suddenly her own body began to respond to again to her own need. As her breathing deepened yet again with pleasure she couldn't believe she was about have yet another orgasm. She'd never had them back-to-back before. But as her body began to match his thrust for thrust, his whole body stiffened and he thrust into her one last time before holding himself against her. She felt his dick twitch several times within her and she watched as his face went thru a series of odd expressions. When his body finally stopped moving he looked down at her, still trying to catch his breath, and smiled a very awkward smile. But she was not finished yet. Before he could move a muscle she reached down and grabbed his ass with both hands.
"Don't…pull-out…yet!" she commanded. Slowly she began to rock her hips and press groin up against his. She adjusted her hips until she found just the right spot and continued to her clit into his groin. She felt her body respond as it quivered with each grinding motion. Dennis lay very still as he watched her face. She could see he was studying her facial expressions as she had studied his moments ago. As she continued to grind herself against him, shamelessly, like an animal in heat she almost panicked when she felt him move. But then she realized he was starting to grind back against her. She realized she had automatically dug her fingernails into his ass to hold in place when his own expression changed. She relax her grip when she was sure he wasn't trying to pull out of her and continued focusing on her pending orgasm. She felt it building and concentrated on making it happen. When she looked back into his eyes she saw that he understood her need and with a look of determination was trying to help.
Out of nowhere a sensation hit her like a ton of bricks. Inside her his dick began to get hard again. She had never felt anything like it before and suddenly he began thrusting into her again and again. That was all it took as her own body responded and again she felt the rush passion begin washing over her body in crashing waves. She cried out as her body shook with energy. Again and again Dennis thrust against her as her body convulsed with passion of its own accord. Shaking her head from side to side and making sounds even she didn't recognize she succumb to the ocean of pleasure that had become her world. Again and again waves of pleasure washed over her as she eventually found herself lying there quivering in pure ecstasy. Above her Dennis continued to thrust his dick into her wet pussy. His look changed from wonder to lust to feral need. He no longer looked at her with the eyes of the polite young man who was best friends with her own son. His eyes were hungry, eager, and now taking pleasure for themselves. Out of her own haze of passion she realized that he was deep in the grip of need, and was trying to reach his own orgasm now. He had come once already was now trying to again, but it just wasn't happening fast enough.
Cindy wasn't exactly sure what to do to help him. Though she was no novice to sex, most of her experience was with men who knew how to find their own pleasure, sometimes at the expense of her own. With the pleasure he had helped her reach tonight she now wanted to help him find it again for himself. She suddenly remembered a scene from her trashy novel. Reaching down she tried to push her hand between them to softly caress his balls. But his thrusts were too urgent and forceful. Then she remembered another part of that scene. Bringing her middle finger to her mouth she licked it until the tip was wet, then she slid her hand down the side of his body until she reached the small of his back. Slowly her hand glided over his ass cheeks and her middle finger down the crack of his ass. When the wet tip reached his asshole she slid it back and forth while applying pressure downward. The look on his face suddenly changed and she knew she had literally hit the right spot. He began to slam his dick into her more forcefully, again and again until he finally thrust into her one final time and then held himself against her. She felt his dick twitching inside her again. Four, five, six times she felt it jerk inside of her as he pressed himself against her as hard as he could. After several moments his body finally stopped quivering and he collapse on top of her, his chest heaving against hers as he fought to catch his breath.
Cindy wrapped her arms around her young lover’s back and just held him until his body went still. They lay there for several minutes, quiet and still, as each contemplating private thoughts. Finally he rose up and looked at her, wonder still playing in his eyes. "Are you alright, Dennis?" she asked as she smiled up at him.
"Yes ma'am, I'm OK. Are…you OK?" he asked her timidly. Cindy looked at the face of the young man who had just given her the more sexual pleasure then she had experienced in a long time.
"I need you to get up please." She stated. As Dennis quickly pulled out of her and sat back on floor, she involuntarily drew in her breath as his softening dick slipped out of her. The mixture of pot and endorphins had a curious effect on her sense of purpose at the moment. She sat up, stood up and bent to kiss his upturned face. "I'm going to bed now. You know your way around the house, so if there's anything you need…anything at all…then feel free to help yourself. Goodnight Dennis." Cindy walked thru her home and to her bedroom in a euphoric state. She slowly climbed into her bed and as she drifted off to sleep she thought about her recent adventure. This was going to be an interesting summer...