The brave finale followed. Swaying her hips and her moist, half-opening lips muttering, “Look!” – Rita rolled the cloth teasingly slowly over her popping-up breasts and down over her tensing midriff and stomach. For a moment only — and blushing now – the dress rested on her hips. Looking Michael bravely in the eye, Rita wriggled the resisting cloth centimetre by centimetre down over her bush, her ass and thighs until, finally, it slid down her legs.
Raising her arms and stretching out her tits Rita stepped out of the cloth pile to walk slowly up to the bed. With her dark bush centimetres from Michael’s face on the pillow she stopped:
“Do I excite you enough?… Or do you prefer blondes?… Do you want to wait for Lisa?”
By the time she finished her taunt, Michael’s put-on restraint failed him. Throwing aside the cover, he pulled Rita’s tempting body into the bed and she, in one motion, spread her legs as he rolled onto her. As their lust-gasping lips met, Rita’s hand grabbed his cock and pushed Michael’s blind-searching thrust into hot-throbbing cunt.
Its slippery heat required no inch-by-inch, excitement-building penetration. Rita welcomed each of Michael’s teasingly slow, deeply penetrating thrusts with a muffled cry into his mouth and a tongue whose wild play with his matched the lascivious turmoil in her cunt. Eventually, when Michael gripped her ass and lifted her legs onto his shoulders to grind his rock-hard rod again and again into her, Rita exploded. She howled as the storming-in orgasm sent her pelvis and hot-gushing cunt into spasms.
With her body shaking and twisting, Rita sunk her nails into Michael’s back bloodying him. And he, desperately fighting his onrush of coming, sank for a long, marking-her moment his teeth into Rita’s shoulder while he stopped fucking her. With his cock remaining deep in her searing, pulsating cunt, he wrapped Rita into a peace-making cuddle.
But Rita needed no consolation.
When he rolled onto his back, she straddled him in one move without dislodging his cock to ram her cunt with a cry onto Michael’s bone-hard erection. Swallowing a moan and then fighting for breath she gasped:
“That was my quickest, wildest climax ever!… God, did I come!… And now I’ll fuck you into a coming like mine!”
She sat up and with a lust-charged moan began her ride, throwing back her head and arching out her glorious tits, offering them to be touched and caressed.
Michael had kissed them in the forest’s dark but now he saw their beautiful shape, with brown areolas circling the darker, lust-filled berries of Rita’s nipples. As she rode him, now leaning back with her hands on his knees, she splayed her groin as wide as she could. Licking her lips, she whispered, “Look Michael!… Look!” She wanted his eyes to fix on her hot glistening pussy as it pushed up and down on his cock in a hot, juice-squelching fuck.
Michael and Rita were a perfect match in their reciprocal excitation. Getting ever closer to coming, Michael now grabbed her ass. His fingers clawed into the rim of her crack, pulling it apart. When a finger found the forbidden spot and began a naughty play, Rita cried out in surprise. But then she gasped a lust-charged “Yes!… Yes, Michael!… Touch me!… Does my ass turn you on?”
“All of you turns me on! Your naughty mind, your sexy voice, your lips, your tits and… yes, your sexy ass… already before in your jeans!…. And how you flash your hot pussy and clit at me…. You want me to touch and kiss you there too,… don’t you?”
Responding to his stammered sex talk and the jerking-up thrusts of his cock, Rita began to shake and squirm in the storming-in squalls of another coming. Michael was sucked in too and as his cum spurted into her, she sank onto him for a long, confessing-all kiss. Still shaking in the aftermath of her coming, she panted her unstilled lust, fevering against Michael’s mouth:
“Next time, Michael!… God, fuck me like that again but also… make love to my pussy,… kiss me there, lick me, God, eat me all up!… You have done it with other women; why not me?… With me, you’ll be the first…. God, I want it!… Always have!… Just thinking about it drives me crazy!”
Closely intertwined, they let the storm gradually fade away. Rita first and then Michael went to the bathroom. As he got out of bed with Rita ready to get in, she noticed the large wet patch on the sheet. She burst into laughter, “I’ll have to change that before the chambermaid sees it and starts the gossip among the staff.”
Settled back in bed, this time for a rest, Michael could finally ask some of the questions that puzzled him.
He drew her close. After a lingering kiss, with his fingertips playing over Rita’s bush, he returned to her wish to be orally pleasured:
“Next time we won’t rush into a first, hotly waited-for fuck. We’ll enjoy exciting foreplay. I will kiss and lick and suck your sexy pussy and clit until you almost come. Maybe, you want to do it to my cock? I wanted your pussy like that from the beginning. When you stepped up to my bed and put your sexy bush so close to my face, I could smell your cunt’s hot excitement. It made me grab my rearing cock but I wanted to grab your ass and sink my tongue into your hot pussy!”
Rita chuckled:
“I don’t know what I would have done if you had. Sure, I was excited, and I wanted to excite you too. I just did not think of that!”
“You are such an openly sexually alive woman, so uninhibited in the way you talk and act, and you have been married. How is it possible that you are an oral virgin?”
Rita leaned back against the headboard and took long seconds to order her thoughts:
“Michael, you may have thought I was a hussy. I am not even a hyper-sexed woman with a list of past lovers. I married at nineteen, Robert; Robert Gruber. Ours was a good marriage; we loved each other, established a home, and had a child. Robert built a successful career as first the local, then the regional representative of an insurance company.
We met at a tennis club function and liked each other. Although he was five years older, I had to seduce him into our first kiss and his first touching of my boobs.
When it came to sex, Robert was just shy and inhibited — I blamed his mother — and he remained so throughout our marriage.
Or so I thought.
I never realised, right until the end, that our kissing and Robert looking at naked me or touching my tits and ass and fingering my pussy, did not sexually excite him. But seeing me getting aroused by my more and more elaborate games of seducing him, usually gave him a quite normal erection for our brief fucks.
It was for me — I had been so innocent when I married — what sex for us was supposed to be. I liked the bodily closeness and the feel of his cock in me when I had again seduced him into fucking me.
Admittedly, for me, it was not often enough.