She grinned at me and said "I don't think you're that old. And I think you know a LOT more than you let on. But what we're really here for is this", emphasized by clenching her pussy around my cock.
It was a reminder that I really didn't need, but since she seemed so interested, I figured I'd go ahead and get things started.
I eased myself back out of her until I felt the ring of her opening clenched behind the head, then slowly pressed myself back into her in a single slow thrust – which was accompanied by her soft moan of pleasure. She demonstrated how limber she was by locking her ankles behind my back and opening her thighs so that I could enter her deeper and easier. When I repeated my previous action, I found that I could slip into her that last fraction of an inch – which had my pubic bone pressing against hers.
She was warm and wet inside, and tighter than I'd expected, so I wanted to take things easy and enjoy the time I had with her. I got into a rhythm of pistoning in and out of her that she seemed to like – it wasn't long at all before the expression on her face and the small, soft sounds she was making let me know that I was pleasing her. She was only a couple of inches shorter than me, so I was also able to get my lips around her marvelous nipples and suck on them for all-too-brief periods. In the times in between, the two of us would simply look into each other's eyes, or kiss – not just on the lips, but each other's faces, and shoulders, and anyplace else we could reach.
I'd lowered my body to rest on my elbows and was firmly thrusting into her with about half my dick while I softly nibbled her earlobe when she had an orgasm. I felt her freeze under me for a second before her pussy tightened around my cock. She didn't get so tight that I had any trouble moving in her, but it sure as hell made it a WHOLE lot more stimulating for me. She stuffed a fist into her mouth and managed to muffle what I'm sure would have been a pretty loud noise as her body – and pussy! – started going through a series of spasms that had her gasping for air between the waves of pleasure that enveloped her. She'd gone through a couple of cycles of release when I raised myself up to support my weight on my hands and arms; she was gasping and panting so hard that I thought I'd better give her as much 'breathing room' as I could. I couldn't see trying to explain to the cops that she'd suffocated during an orgasm while I was fucking her.
It wasn't much longer before her climax started to taper off; I decided to just hold myself still in her for a bit, since I was starting to get a little tired.
So I was watching her when she had recovered enough to open her eyes and look up at me. It took her a second to recognize who I was, but when she did, she raised her body off the bed and threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely before she started crying into my chest. That had her lifted completely off the bed, and I was just barely able to get myself lowered so that most of her weight was back on the bed before she stopped crying long enough to give me a passionate kiss on the lips and say "Oh, dear god, that was wonderful! The best I've ever had with a boy before was just a little orgasm, maybe, before he shot off in me. That was as good as anything I ever gave myself!" – and immediately looked terminally mortified at having admitted that she masturbated.
I couldn't help grinning before I told her "Don't worry about it, Tania. Everybody does it, even if they won't admit to it. It isn't going to make you blind, and it doesn't mean you're sick or perverted. It just means you've got perfectly normal, perfectly healthy physical desires, and you know how to satisfy them. It's no big deal, okay?"
I thought I saw her face darken, and it took me a few moments to realize that I'd probably just seen her blush – and couldn't keep my mind from wandering off for a bit to think about other things I'd never considered about being Black.
When she unlocked her arms from around me, that put the rest of her weight on the bed, and changed our positions slightly – enough for her to realize that I was still hard and inside her. Her eyes got positively huge before she asked "Didn't you…? Did I do something wrong?"
I grinned again, and answered "No, I didn't climax, and no, you didn't do anything wrong. You're doing just fine, in fact. I'm older, and I've learned how not to climax if I don't want; I like what we're doing, and thought maybe you'd want to keep going, since you seem to be enjoying it, too."
That made her blush (?) again before she got a delighted look on her face and said "Yeah, I am enjoying it, and I do want to keep going."
"The only thing is, I'm getting a little tired – remember, I'm an old man, and don't have as much energy as you kids – so if you want to keep going, you're going to have to do the work for a while."
She'd released a snort of derision at my self-description, and when I was done, she told me "You've done given me one orgasm, and you've got enough control that you didn't squirt in me so we can do this some more. You ain't old, you're mature – and I mean that in the nicest way possible. You've done more to make me happy tonight than any of the boys that I've been out with have. So if you need some rest after all that, I'll be damn glad to do the 'work'!" before pulling me into a kiss that damn near turned incendiary.
When it was over, I told her "If you'll help, we can get switched around without me having to pull out of you" – and couldn't help but smile at her enthusiastic "I'm for that!"
She readily cooperated in getting ourselves situated, and released a soft sound of delight when I got us rolled over so that she was on top of me. A little minor adjustment of her legs, and she was ready to go – and did. She started out simply rocking her hips back and forth, sliding herself on and off maybe a quarter of my length as I reached up and started caressing and gently squeezing her breasts, and teasing her nipples to see how long and hard I could get them. After a couple of minutes, she leaned forward to put her hands on my chest to support and brace herself as she started experimenting with how she could move herself on me, and what it felt like to her. She finally settled on simply bounding herself up and down on my cock, and that felt pretty darn good for both of us.
But even her youthful energy had its limits, and she eventually got tired enough that she was willing to simply sit on my 'lap' and rock herself back and forth again – until she discovered that if she shifted her position slightly, she could apply pressure to her clit as she moved. Once she got started on that, it was pretty much the end of it: over the next few minutes, her movements gradually got faster and faster as she got more and more aroused. The way she was shifting around my cock, and the frequent clenching of her pussy caused by her motions, were doing a pretty good job of getting ME closer to having a climax, too.
Unsurprisingly, she finally found the release she sought: she again froze in place for a second before I felt her tighten around me. I was relieved to see her push her fist in her mouth again before crying out around it as she started her second orgasm of the night – one that was even more powerful than the first, judging from the way she felt around me.
I hadn't been far from cumming when she slipped over into her climax, and the feeling of her wet vagina clenching around me even harder than it had the first time was enough to get me started, too. I grabbed her by the hips and tried to push myself as far inside her as I could as I felt my cock tighten in preparation for filling her with my cum.
There isn't a doubt in my mind that she could feel it when the first spray of my semen erupted in her: her eyes suddenly flew open, and she pressed herself down onto me with a deep groan before she was overwhelmed by the next cycle of her release – one that was more powerful than the one before.
She continued pushing herself down, I tried to see if I could get enough of my cock in her to spray her tonsils as I emptied myself into her warm, clasping insides. I didn't get that far inside her, but it certainly wasn't from lack of trying or unwillingness – by either of us.