I did not leave her long in the dark I think she knew pretty well what I wanted; the fact that I had kissed her on that spot would of course have indicated that I might appreciate a return of the compliment. She was so aroused that she cast all reserve to the wind and rising to her knees, she placed herself beside me on the couch and began to handle my now throbbing member.
She gazed at it with considerable interest, her fingers twisting and turning it about; she pulled back the skin over its ruby head, then slipped it up again; she tested its hardness by squeezing; holding it in her fingers she examined the skin closely, noting the veins and hair, then her hands played about with my bollocks for a few moments.
Suddenly she stooped her head and began to kiss the velvet skin, then her lips opened and she received into her mourn the head of my cock, which throbbed mightily at the soft moist touch of her red lips.
She played with him thus for some moments; slipping him in and out of her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down the rigid shaft and curling itself around his red and swollen head. I lay still trying to control myself; I was not yet ready to spend in this fashion; that would come later, I hoped.
'What do you say if we try some different positions?' I asked.
'Oh, sure!' Grace replied, with considerable interest.
'Well,' I remarked, 'if you want to give me a thrill, I will tell you what to do.'
She was only too willing, so I showed her how to assume that gem of all positions; as I lay flat on my back on the couch, I had her straddle me in a kneeling position, her pussy directly above my cock; settling down, the pin was driven into her hot cunt; she needed no further directions but proceeded to give me the utmost in pleasure, her body twisting from side to side as the patches of hair on our respective pubes ground together. Then at my direction she started slowly raising and lowering herself, the muscles of her cunt tightly grasping the stem of my penis and causing a sort of sucking sensation. I felt as though I should lose my very soul through my penis, so great was the pleasurable sensation thus engendered.
But I was still not ready for the orgasm. After a few moments of this sort of play, I had her dismount from her position of impalement on my member to assume a position on the couch on her hands and knees.
Arising, I placed myself behind her; parting the lips of her cunt which had by now become thoroughly moistened with the liquid which lubricates the heated vulva, I slipped between those rosy lips the head of my cock and with a few slow moves pushed it solidly home. My hands clasped her breasts as I thus knelt behind her and the feeling of her soft, rounded buttocks against my belly gave me such a tremendous sensual thrill that for a moment I was tempted to work us into an orgasm, but feeling as I did that this was, in a sense, the lady's party and not mine, I decided to finish the performance in a position which would perhaps be less delightful to myself, but more pleasing to her. After a few moments in the present position, therefore, I removed my penis and lay back upon the couch once more.
Grace looked up at me expectantly, wondering what was coming next. Holding out my arms I invited her to come on top of me, which she did. Next, securing a pillow from the head of my bed, I placed it beneath my buttocks, thus elevating my belly and groins so that when I had once more placed my cock in her now hot and excited quim, our bellies were tightly pressed together and I could feel my pubic bone pressing tightly against hers; as she straddled my supine body, my hands clasped her legs and drew them widely apart, thus bringing our pubes into the tightest possible conjunction.
We were now all set to go, so my hands began manipulating the back of her head and around her ears; my fingers curled through the luxuriant golden hair and massaged her scalp; then my hands travelled along her shoulders; she was of the type who react immediately to massaging of the shoulder blades and back, so I slowly kneaded and rubbed the flesh of her shoulders and back, up and down, as far as the hips; meanwhile she was twisting and writhing, my stiff, hard prick imbedded to the utmost hilt in her hot, tightly gripping cunt; her arms clutched me tightly about the neck; her eyes were half-closed and turned upwards in a frenzy so that I could see the whites of her eyeballs underneath her up-rolled eyes; her breath come in short, quick gasps of passion while low moans issued from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Impaled as she was upon my hard pecker, she seemed determined to break it off; with violent downward motions of her hips and body she lunged and shook; I could feel the head of my member grinding against what I took to be the entrance of her womb; I felt quite sure that the lady was receiving a thoroughly satisfying fuck, so I prolonged the operation as long as I possibly could.
Her heat and passion, however, together with her wild manoeuvres, finally became too much for me and I felt I was approaching my climax. My fingers worked in and out of her buttonhole; my left hand massaged her neck and scalp; occasionally I would slip the tip of a finger into her ear; I whispered, 'What are we doing, Grace?' It seemed to cause her to become even more excited, so sensing that the time was about ripe, I whispered, 'Are you ready?'
'Oh, yes, yes-oh!'
And with a series of moans and sighs, her lips glued themselves to mine in a long kiss; my tongue slipped between her hot lips and into her mouth and, violently sucking it, she reached her paroxysm and I myself felt the long-delayed orgasm arriving, and with a mad heaving of our twisted bodies we reached that state of ineffable bliss together.
Presently we both got up and put on our clothes. When the inevitable moment came, Grace was ready to go, more than satisfied with the roll of bills I gave her to add to that well-earned nest-egg she would take to her marriage two days hence.