Chapter 34

Earlier I compared how men will always love to put themselves into pussies, whereas mouths offer unique and different forms of stimulation. The same can be said for a woman. It will always feel good to have a man push his cock up in me, but, damn, Will is executing so many alternating stimuli right now, my conscious pussy doesn’t know where to focus – and that’s a good problem to have!

His open mouth is covering my mound while his tongue is strumming on everything from my clit to my urethra, and down into my slippery hole. His jaw is working up and down and left and right to further jostle my vulva creating additional levels of beautiful euphoria. Feeling his lips, tongue, and mouth working is igniting an explosion of mental jubilation that’s blooming and overlapping bright colorful displays in my mind’s eye. And this kid is only eighteen? I can only marvel at what he did in a former life to know his way around a vagina with the expertise he’s exhibiting.

It’s been described that an approaching orgasm is like a rising tide, each wave hitting the beach reaching farther up than the one before. Eventually, a wave will not only hit but wash over and trigger every pleasure synapse. But that’s not the end of it, the next wave will further immerse setting off even more synapses that you weren’t aware of!

“OH! OH! OH! Ohhh!” I shout out as my calves clamp inward on the chair’s armrests - god, I hope it doesn’t break! At the same time, my pelvis pushes outward as my hands smash my young lothario’s face against my orgasming and squirting pussy. I can feel myself making a ridiculous slippery wet mess of Will’s face and the seat cushion below, but this is also amazing because I haven’t squirted this heavy in a long time. Maybe it’s because I’ve been so anxious to have him here, anxious to have his cock, anxious to have him licking my pussy, and this is my big lascivious release. Maybe it was his annoying but perfectly timed anticipation buildup, probably all these things rolled into one fantastic sexual planetary lineup that I’ve been needing for one fuck-of-a long time.

He’s giving me that big goofy grin of his again, this time his face is glazed, covered in my juices from that sloppy climax.

“Oh, I am so sorry, I can’t believe I did that. Normally I don’t squirt much at all, but—”

He puts a finger to my lips. “It’s okay, I actually love when a woman does that.”

“You do?”

“Sure! If I can make a big mess when I cum, a woman should be able to as well. Plus, it’s a sweet bonus for me.”

“If you say so, kid. I gotta hand it to you, I love your spirit.”

Will and I rinse off in the shower before fixing ourselves some big fruity summer drinks. It’s time to go outside and sit on the deck to bask in the late summer sunshine. In a few weeks, it’ll become too cold to do this naked.

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore all my girls and love having them here; I especially lust for their sexy naked bodies, but something about seeing Will freely walking around nude really gets my juices flowing. Freshly rinsed off, and here I am with my pussy all wet and slick again.

I’m starting to wonder why I waited so long to bring a hot young guy like him into the club. Ah, well, better now than never, and no sense in berating myself over it. As for Will, he’ll always be special, the first male sex machine I turned loose on the horny women of the world – well, of southwest Michigan and the surrounding areas to be specific.

Getting ready to lounge in the sun, I notice Will’s farmer’s tan, but it’s not the typical farmer’s tan of having a pale chest and shoulders, his whiter skin is all of his private areas normally covered by a swimsuit. Lord knows I wouldn’t want him to get any kind of uncomfortable sunburn on those parts, especially his money maker.

“Make sure you slather plenty of the highest SPF sunscreen on your body that isn’t used to being out in the sun.”

“Yeah, I will.”

“Or, better yet, let me help you with that,” I flash a sly grin. Another chance to have my hands all over him works for me!

“Sure!” he moves to stand in front of me. Like Pavlovian Conditioning, his dangler presented inches from my face brings out the strongest urge to lean forward and stuff it into my wanting mouth. I mean why not? I could easily push my face to his body and indulge on a quick little suck. Who am I kidding, for me, there’s no such thing as a quick little suck, I’d better wait until later. With his frontside is all lotioned up, he now has a nice precum-leaking hard-on from all my massaging. Waste not, want not, I carefully save those precious drops of his clear slippery sweet stuff with my fingertip to slip into my mouth – mmmm!

Turning him around to rub each of his ass cheeks, I playfully smack them to watch their tight jiggle while working the sunscreen into his tender pale skin. My lotion-lubed fingers easily slide into his warm space in between to explore the length of his crack from top to bottom several times. At his puckered opening, I tickle to feel it contract and respond before slowly easing my index finger inside.

He turns, looks back, and grins, “Isn’t that supposed to be my place where the sun never shines? You know how people say, stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. Do you really think I’ll get a sunburn in there?”

“Smartass!” I push all the way in to the last knuckle. “You can never be too sure, so it’s best to take every precaution,” I laugh, working my finger in and out. His hole is hot, smooth, and tight. Flexing his sphincter, it’s extremely strong as it firmly grips and releases; my unexpected intrusion must feel good to him. While I’m in deep, I’m tempted to tickle his prostate, but that can be a surefire ejaculation trigger and I don’t want to waste his cum by making him shoot it out here on the deck.