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"Oh, Ms. A! Yeah, mmmmm!"
She really started in! Her hands were on my shoulders and her body was locked. Only her hips moved, like a jackhammer, thrusting down on me. Ms. A. cried out in a trembling voice, "Oh, Ooooh, your cock feels so right. I love feeling it slide all the way into my pussy. Ooooooh. Oooooh!"
And she meant it. She wasn't joking or faking at all.
My cock slid into her wet cunt over and over and over, sliding in and out. Ms. A. was moaning with each stroke and so was I. She moved up higher on my chest and kept rising and falling. Then she bent forward with her hands on my shoulders and her breasts in my face. Those hard nipples were just bouncing in front of me. I looked up to see her looking in my eyes. Those same blue eyes and same smile. Holy shit! She thrust her boobs at me and I knew what she wanted. I don't know how I knew; I just knew. So I put my hands on them and she cried out, "Ahhhh, ah! Mmmm." Her eyes got heavy as she watched me and all this time she's still riding. I don't know where the idea came from, but I started flicking and pinching and pulling on her nipples with my fingers. Then I leaned up and used my tongue while I gently stroked her ribs with my fingertips.
"Oooooh, you're learning fast. Suck my nipples. Ooooh, yes. Suck them!"
She moaned as I sucked her nipples. So I did it more. And she moaned more. I started feeling something and started moaning and groaning. "Mmmmm, uh!, uh!, Ooooo, Ah, Ooooo! Ms. A!" I couldn't control it. I got louder and louder and felt a rush down below.
She grabbed my face, smiled, kissed me, and I felt her grip my cock with her body. Those big blue eyes and that loving smile. It was all so beautiful. She was beautiful!. She pulled up and said, like a goddess, "Squirt your cream into me! Give me your cream!"
I remember moaning harder and, I couldn't help it, I grabbed her hips and held them tight while I arched my back and shoved my cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. I gave it everything. My cock slid in as far as it would go and I heard her cry out, "Ahhhh, Oooooh! Oh!, Oh!, Oooooh, Mmmmm."
There was this incredible rush as my cum soaked her insides. I groaned and strained, out of control. Another gush of cum pumped through me and into her. Then again. My cum splashed inside her and drained all the life out of me. "Ooooosh!" I screamed. "Oooooh, oooooh, Ms. A!"
I couldn't tell who was making more noise. I must have blacked out for a second. When I came back to the world, she was pumping on me harder than ever, calling and crying and groaning and moaning, louder than ever. Her body spasmed and quivered and her eyes squeezed tight. I heard some kind of a deep groan. Then Ms. A. threw her arms in the air with her fists clenched as she pounded down on me. Then she gasped and suddenly her cunt gripped my cock really tight and she screamed, "Oooooh, oooooh, oooohooooh. Ohooo! Oh, oh, oh, Mmmmmm." She bounced on my cock at few more times. Finally Ms. A. slowed down and her eyes opened. She was still riding me but slower and slower. Then she stopped with only the tip of my cock in contact with her pussy. My cum spilled out in globs down my cock.
She stayed there for a moment, just breathing deeply. Then she leaned forward and said to me, "Watch." Her voice was like music and I looked down as she forcefully came down on my dick again. As my cock got all the way in she squeezed it again and let out long moans, Mmmmm, oooooh, yeah! Ooooh, Mmmmmm!"
With her hair in her mouth, Ms. A. struggled for breath. Her eyes were open but they didn't seem real, like they were lit from within.
She slumped down on me, then rolled over beside me.
Time passed. An hour? Two? I don't know. When I came to, her head rested on my shoulder, arm across my chest, a leg flung over mine. Beautiful! It felt like love.
We talked for a long time. I asked about some of the artwork in her home. She seemed to know everything about the ancient Greeks, the Celts, and other civilizations and myths. Some I had never heard of before. Ms. A. taught me about all the different goddesses of love throughout history, Aphrodite, Venus, Aine, and a dozen others I can't remember. She spoke about them like she knew them personally, then she confused me saying they were all actually one and the same.
She rose and smiled at me and gave me a big wet kiss and ran her hands through my hair. So beautiful! Then she whispered a question, "Do you always get home from school about three?"
"Yeah," I said, grinning. After all, not every man meets the goddess of love and lives to tell about it.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 6 years agoHow, oh how, do stories written as poorly as this one ever attain an "H" rating? Perhaps the Literotica gurus should insert a line of code in the rating subroutine that requires a minimum of ,say, 200 ratings before posting an "H." They need to do something to counter the "grade inflation" on this site.
Anonymousover 6 years ago"Did I mention it was hot? Probably not, so let me tell you it was damn hot, even by Merde Vista, California standards. Did I mention she was dressed in shorts? Did I mention she was in a tight little yellow t-shirt? She had tied a knot in front that so her belly showed. No, I probably didn't mention any of that. I also didn't mention that I liked looking at her. "
Nope. You din't mention it. YOu should rewrite this so you do mention it, then you wouldn't need this section.
"Oh, that doesn't matter."
"Do you like any girls?"
These two sentences sound like the same person talking and need to be put togehter or include a connecting statement like, she asked.
Did I mention this story is difficult to read, and did I mention you need to get real?
I think this is written by a 16-year old who's a few weeks away from his momma.
dispatcher59over 6 years agoWell written and erotic the way it built slowly. I also think a second installment(or more) would be a treat.
luedonover 6 years agothis was a wonderful story about an immature unmarried younger man.
Memories of times gone by (or even fantasies of those times) are wonderful things.
This story was not unlike the other side of Ann Douglas' "Saturday Night At The Pavilion". As one commenter said to that story "Every young man deserves his Mrs Robinson." My view is that every Mrs Robinson (or Ms.A) deserves her quota of young men.
I thought the story was well constructed and flowed well. Congratulations, CarstenAT on your first contribution. (Thanks also for the informative biog note - it helps to know more about authors of interesting stories and what their influences are.)
One smile on the way through the story "A wet stain formed right where it tucked into her crevasse." A young lad could disappear down there if the lady had a crevasse, where a lady with a crevice might provide a much safer and more interesting experience (as Ms.A did).
Keep writing,
Lue
