Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Paul, I am an 18-year-old schoolboy and I live in the UK. Like most boys of my age I am intensely interested in sex, very horny nearly all of the time and can get an almost instantaneous erection at the sight or thought of anything remotely related to a girls body. The main problem I had was having little or no sexual experience. I had groped a girl's breast outside her clothes on two occasions (I still wank furiously over these memories) and once peeked up a skirt on a bus one day, but other than that my sex life was confined to getting as many pictures from wherever I could and getting off on them. Then about 3 months ago a Mrs. Morgan moved in next door, I could hardly believe my eyes, she was every boys dream. My mother told me that she was 23 and had been divorced about 6 months ago. She was magnificent, 5'-8" tall with straight black hair that she usually wore in a ponytail, a wonderful pretty face and a slightly husky low voice. She nearly always wore a fitted blouse and a fairly tight skirt that stopped a little above the knees, quite often she was bare legged and I could see that her skin was lightly tanned and smooth. Her figure was out of this world. In general terms she could be described as slim with a very narrow waist and this set off perfectly the size of her tits and bum. I had little experience in determining tit size but I guessed they had to be C cup, they jutted out so far from her chest that they could be D cup, they were so full and round. I had glimpsed a little of her cleavage one day when she leaned over the garden fence to speak to me, the tops of her breasts were just showing and the deep cleft between them where they met was a vision of paradise for me, I have no idea what I said to her but I had to quickly turn away to hide my raging hard-on and run indoors to wank. Her bum was incredible, because her skirts were always a bit tight, they showed off how the cheeks stood out from the back of her thighs, so round and firm. The way they moved when she walked would send me into rapture. Many times I have watched her from my bedroom window walking down the street, her breasts bouncing slightly and her bum joggling inside her skirt, and I wank myself stupid just at the thought of seeing her naked and even better to hold her magnificent tits in my hands and play with them. I fantasized about the size of her nipples, the weight of her tits, the feel of buttocks, the smallness of her waist, how flat her stomach was, her voice and smile, in fact I was infatuated by her. If only I could have her for just five minutes! Late one Friday evening a storm blew up and upon awaking on Saturday morning I looked out to see that the fence between Mrs. Morgan and us was broken in one spot. A small tree in her garden had been blown by the storm and was leaning on the fence. My Mother said that I should fix the fence and that while I was at it I should pop round to Mrs. Morgan and ask if she wanted the tree sorted out. It did not take more than an hour to mend the fence and then I knocked on Mrs. Morgan's door. She was a picture, a red scoop neck blouse that let the tops of her breasts show, and a short tight red skirt that stopped about mid-thigh and white nylon hosiery. "Hello Paul," she said. "What a storm last night. Your mother said that you would be round to help sort the tree out. I am just going out for about an hour, so if you could perhaps dig the tree out and throw it away I would be ever so grateful.” Her voice was like music to me, slightly husky and low, and her smile seemed to emphasize the words "I would be ever so grateful.” I mumbled something about "it was no trouble" and quickly walked back down the path in order to hide the growing bulge in my trousers. A few minutes later as I was working on the tree when Mrs. Morgan passed me and said "Bye Paul, back shortly" and I watched the sight of her body wiggling and joggling as she walked away. I attacked the tree as hard as I could trying to keep my mind off the vision that was burned into my mind's eye, After what seemed only five minutes and just as I was filling in the hole left by the tree and I heard a voice at my shoulder, "Well Paul, that did not take long to sort out. When you have finished come inside and have something to drink,” and with that Mrs. Morgan went inside her house leaving the smell of her perfume in my nostrils. Quickly finishing up I went through her front door that she had left open for me and stood in the hallway and said "Hello.” "I am in the kitchen Paul, come on through," said Mrs. Morgan. The most erotic sight I had ever seen in my short life greeted me as I entered the kitchen. Mrs. Morgan was bending over to get something out of the bottom of the fridge door and her short skirt and ridden up at the back sufficiently for me to see that she was not wearing tights but in fact she was wearing stockings! There was just enough exposed for me to see a sliver of inner thigh above the webbed-stocking tops. I was frozen to the spot; my mind raced as I imagined what was hidden further up her legs. God I was by now sporting a hard-on that really hurt, my trousers looked as though they were going to burst at any moment and I quickly sat down on a chair by a table to hide myself. She straightened up and turned round, "Would you like a glass of milk Paul?" she asked. "Yes please," I said. She put the glass on the table and sat opposite me. I have little recollection of what we talked about. Being so close to her for so long, able to smell her and examine her gorgeous face, her eyes, smile, and lips and to hear her wonderfully low husky voice as she talked to me, overwhelmed me. I must have been so engrossed in her that I forgot all about the glass in my hand and rather clumsily spilt some of the milk on the floor. I stood up and looked around for something to wipe it up with. "No problem Paul", said Mrs. Morgan "wait there I will do it." And with that she fetched a cloth from the sink, walked over to me and bent down to wipe the floor. Instant erection, for the scoop neck blouse she was wearing flopped open to expose her cleavage and a fair bit of her breasts encased in a lacy white bra. I could not move. My eyes were riveted to the view of heaven that I was looking at. Finally through the sea of erotic emotions that were rocking my brain I heard a voice saying, "Paul, are you listening to me?" I raised my head slightly to see Mrs. Morgan looking me directly in the eyes, she started to repeat her question then stopped, glanced down to the gaping neck of her blouse and then looked back up at me "Ahhhhhh I see the problem now, do you like what you see Paul?" I could not speak, I could not think of anything to say that would cover my embarrassment. Her voice became a little huskier and lower as she dropped her eyes slightly and said, "I can see that you do like what you see" her face was no more than two feet away from the tent in my trousers looking directly at it. Instantly I panicked and covered myself with my hands. Straightening up she said, "No Paul, please do not cover yourself, it is very nice that you think I am attractive. I like to see such things and you are very big for your age". Was I hearing rightly? Did she say she liked to see me like this? Still I did not know how to react, I still covered myself and was totally unsure about what to do. Mrs. Morgan reached out and lightly took a hold of my wrists and placed my hands at my sides and then placing one hand on my trousers slowly slid her fingers upwards, gently stroking the outline of my cock until she reached the top and then gave a little squeeze to my knob. I gasped and nearly collapsed with the feeling that it produced, she left her hand where it was and I could feel the warmth of it through my clothes. With her other hand she lifted my chin until I looked her in the eye, "Paul, you are a very handsome boy. I like you very much. Tell me are you a virgin?" As I nodded yes she squeezed once more on my knob. "You are in a bit of a state Paul. I don't think you are going to last very long, let me help you and then we can play properly.” She used both of her hands to quickly undo my trousers and let them drop to the floor. Then she very gently eased my pants over my erection until I was fully exposed to her gaze. "Oh Paul, you are lovely, so long and hard. Look at the knob, it is so big and red." I looked down and was amazed to see that it was bigger and harder than I had ever seen it before and was oozing precum from the tip. Mrs. Morgan moved to my side and slid one hand between my legs from behind and gently cupped my balls squeezing them slightly and caressing them with her fingertips. She wrapped other hand round the shaft of my cock. I jumped as I felt her cool fingers on me. "Steady Paul" she whispered in my ear "Just let me stroke you and it will be alright. I know how it must be for you. I will make you cum quickly, just relax and let it happen.” With that she moved her hand up the shaft until she was able to rub her thumb over the hole and spread the precum around my knob and under it to find that magic spot. I was overwhelmed with passion as I felt the magic of her fingers on me and felt the pressure of her breasts up against me. I started to tremble and was almost to frighten to get into what was the best sexual experience I had ever even thought of. Sensing my fear Mrs. Morgan released my cock and took my arm and placed my hand on her bum and then quickly took hold of my cock again. Feeling confident now that she wanted me to touch her. I groaned and started to breathe deeply. "That's better Paul," she said. "Hold me and let go.” Then she started to slowly wank me. The position and grip of her fingers was perfect, firm enough to move the skin so that it puckered slightly under the flaring rim of my knob and her thumb rubbed gently over the engorged head on every upstroke. In less than 6 strokes I was there. Feeling my balls start to lift against my body she ran her index finger over the hole one last time to get as much precum on it as she could so that as she wanked me to completion her finger tip would slide against the magic spot under the head. She also cuddled my balls gently, shaking them slightly. It felt as though the whole of my body was being drawn to the end of my knob. I clutched spastically at her buttock as I felt the cum surge up my cock and begin to gush from the open hole. With every spurt I felt the incredible rub from her finger underneath the head as she rhythmically continued to jerk firmly on the shaft, every spurt was accompanied by a whispered "Yes" in my ear. Finally I stopped spurting and Mrs. Morgan's hand was still, my cock lay in her hand and my erection was just losing some of its hardness. I stood weak and trembling supported by her body, my hand still resting on her firm round buttock. "Just relax Paul" she said, "Let me play for a bit, it will help you come down.” With that she moved her hand to the base of my shaft and began slowly milking movements towards the head. This produced a slight dribble of cum to leak out. Taking this she spread it over the now slightly deflated knob and began to play, sometimes just outlining the flared rim, other times taking the whole knob in between her thumb and forefinger and squeezing and pinching gently so the it would slip out of her grasp. All the time she kept up a gentle murmur in my ear, "You have a gorgeous cock Paul, so big and long and hard, with a massive knob. It’s so warm and firm. Look how it likes what I am doing. Your balls are so big and hairy, so full of cum. feel how they are starting to loosen up now. Let me tickle them and move them around. See, a little more cum from the end. Let me use that under the head. Mmmmm, you are starting to get hard again. Let me wank you a little more. There, nearly as hard as before. Your balls are nice and loose now." All this was bliss to me. My hand stroked her bum confidently now. I could feel the outline of her suspender belt and panties and I longed to feel the cleft between her buttocks, to get my hands on those big firm tits. Sensing my growing confidence, Mrs. Morgan released my balls from their soft prison and holding my cock firmly she led me to her bedroom. "Now Paul," she said, "I want you to undress me, play with me, enjoy me. I will wank you again so the when we do it properly you will last a nice long time and I will be able to cum. I will tell you all the things that I like and how I like them done. Oh Paul, I have not had sex for nearly a year and I want it to be really good. I will teach you so much. Take all your clothes off first so I can look at you, please.” I did not need to be asked a second time and soon I was naked in front of her, my cock as rigid as before. I felt her eyes roam over my body, drinking in the sight of my upright cock, firm buttocks and strong chest. "Come here Paul and undress me now". I was uncertain how to go about removing her clothing, but with her guiding hands I started to unbutton her blouse. With every movement of my uncertain hands more of her beasts became visible. When the last button was undone, she removed the blouse entirely and there for my eyes were her magnificent tits. Even within the confines of a soft, white lacy bra I could see that they were really big. The nipples were already hard and poked round indentations in the lace. "My skirt now Paul." I stopped gaping and found a zip down the side. Slipping out of it she stepped back to present me with a sight I knew I was unlikely ever to see bettered. All in white, bra, suspender belt, panties and stockings, so slim and slender yet with jutting breasts and buttocks, almost impossibly small waist that spread to a flat hard stomach and widened out into broad hips, rounded thighs that were strong but soft, buttocks that stuck out from her body in proud defiance. Her skin with a honey tan glowed in her knowledge of my appreciation, her eyes were fixed on my rigid cock and I saw a slight stain appear in the crotch of her panties. "Now my bra, it fastens at the front." Nervously I approached her and sensing my hesitation she reached round behind me and gripping my buttocks firmly she pulled me to her, I felt the length of my cock press against the warm hard flesh of her stomach and looking me in the eyes she said, "This is all yours Paul. Don’t stop now. I want us to enjoy each other. I need you as much as you need me. Just relax and take your time". I felt so good after hearing this that in no time at all I had removed her bra and was seeing the perfect round firm globes for the first time. They were perfect, so full and high. The nipples were as big as my thumb, the aureole pink and dimpled, even without a bra they touched in the middle. Taking my hands in hers she place them underneath them and said "Feel how firm and heavy they are Paul. See how hard the nipples are, play with them, and make them you own." They were heavy and firm indeed. I filled my hands with them stroked and licked them, sucked on the nipples and pushed my face in between them. Mrs. Morgan kept whispering in my ear, "That's it Paul, feel how good they are, see how hard the nipples are. That is because I want you so badly. I am going to cum so strong when you are in me. Tug the nipples, pull them, and bite them a little bit. Oh, let me feel your ass, clench your bum muscles, let me dig my fingers in them.” All this talk and the feel of those breasts combined with the friction of my cock on her stomach were bringing me close to cumming again. I started to breath hard and sensing my approaching release, Mrs. Morgan pulled away from me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here Paul and put your cock in here," she said. I saw that she was cupping her breasts, lifting and separating them. As if in a dream I stood over her and placed my cock in the gap between them. I gasped as she pushed them together, the feeling was amazing, and the firmness and warmth of her breasts completely surrounded my cock. Just the knob peeped out and it was liberally oozing precum, I began to involuntarily thrust. "Don't move Paul please, let me do the work. I will do it so well for you, just promise me you will tell me when you are going to cum, ok?" I stopped thrusting and she moved her breasts up a bit so that my knob was held firmly in between them and began to jiggle them up and down. Each time she moved them down I could see the hole open as the sides of my knob were stretched, then slowly moving them from side to side bending my cock with them. Then she let them go and taking me in one hand she rubbed the end, which by now was streaming precum all over her nipples. Every now and again she gripped me at the base and slapped her tits with my hard shaft. While all this was happening she rarely took her eyes off mine, smiling all the time. As you might expect it did not take long for me to get really excited and before long I groaned that I was ready. "Pull my nipples hard," she said. Then taking my cock firmly in one hand she pulled me towards her until the knob was just touching her tits. "Grip really hard and pull." I did not hear much else as she placed her hands in a "praying" position with my knob held loosely in between them and began to roll me between them. The harder I panted the faster she moved my cock until I shot all over her tits. As soon as I stopped spurting she cuddled my balls in one hand and ran my knob up and down her cleavage with the other. "Wait," she said as I started to pull away, "Let me play with you, I love to feel your cock on my tits and your balls in my hand.” looking down I saw that I was still holding her nipples in my fingers. They were an almost angry red and so huge that I let them go and said, "I am so sorry. I think I must have pulled to hard. I hope I have not hurt you." "You did not hurt me Paul. I love to have them pulled and I expect that you like to have something nice to grip when you cum, don't you?" she said. After a while she let go of me and stood up. "You lie down for a bit and I will go and clean up, when I come back it will be my turn to cum. You will find out what I like, what turns me on and exactly how I like it done to me," saying she walked into the en-suite bathroom. The sight of her proud, firm buttocks swaying as she walked made me grab my wilting cock and play with it, but even that erotic vision had little effect and I began to doze off. I do not know how long it was before I became aware of her presence again but it looked as if she had just stepped back into the bedroom. Still clad in her underwear, I started to get up but she said, "Just lie back and I will do a little striptease for you. See if I can stiffen your cock a bit." I looked down and saw that I was completely limp. She saw the horrified look on my face and chuckled in a low husk way, "That is exactly what I want," she said. "It is good that you are not so urgent now, it means that you will be able to keep hard for longer without needing to cum." Seeing that I was still not sure of myself, she started a slow sexy roll of her hips and drew her hands up to her tits, cupping them lovingly. She raised them up until she was able to take a nipple in her mouth and noisily sucked on it while pinching and tugging on the other. This certainly got my attention and when she turned her back and bent down to look at me through her legs the sight of her hanging breasts and the white panties stretched over her voluptuous buttocks started a stirring in my cock. She turned back and I could see that the small stain on the crotch of her panties had now grown. As she saw my cock starting to rise her face took on a more urgent look. She quickly unhooked her suspender belt, rolled down her stockings and walked over to me dressed in just her panties. "Have you ever seen a pussy before Paul," she asked. "No,” I replied. "Well,” she said, “I will show you now. Take my panties down and you will see." I took down her panties and she stepped out of them and there it was, little drops of moisture shining on the bush of black hair that covered two slightly puffy lips. Without saying a word she parted the lips and revealed the pink shiny depths. The sight fascinated me, for inside there were another pair of much smaller lips and just above them was a small round bud. She gently stroked a finger up and down the inner lips a few times and when she withdrew it everything stayed open to my view. She reached over and gently fondled my cock, which by now had hardened considerably. "Play with me Paul," she said. "Just run your finger up and down like I did." I needed no further invitation and I did as she asked. It felt wonderful, so wet and warm. I moved up a little further to touch the little button that I had seen earlier. As my finger slid over it I felt her grip tighten on my cock and she gave a little gasp. Without moving my finger I looked up at her, her face was a picture, it was pink, her eyes glowed and she was biting her lower lip, "Gently Paul, keep doing that, but be gentle, that is my clit and it is the center of all my sex feelings, just like your knob, keep playing and I will tell you how to do it properly". I continued to gently run the tip of my finger lightly over it, "Try and catch it between your finger and thumb, let it slide between them," she said. As I did this several things happened, first her breathing became louder and a little harsh, the movements of her hand on my cock changed from idle playing to ones of urgent need, alternating from hard gripping to fingertip searches of the flared rim of my knob. She genuinely needed to hold me. Lastly the movements of my fingers on her clit had made it bigger and firmer. I was able to hold it between my thumb and forefinger and apply a little pressure without it slipping away from me. "Use you're other hand Paul and put a finger just inside me, not too far, just let me get used to it". I was a bit uncertain as to exactly where to enter her but I wet a finger on her inner folds and moved it down from where her clit was until it sunk into a hot tight wet hole "Stop there Paul, just let me feel you in me, let me move as I need to." So saying she took her hand off my cock and began to stoke her tits, play with the nipples and slowly undulate her hips forwards and backwards so that she was impaling herself on my finger and all the time making little mewing whimpers of pleasure. "Two fingers Paul," she gasped. "I want to be stretched a little before you put your cock in me.” I felt her hot velvet walls grip my two fingers and her languid movements change to deeper thrusts, also her sounds were urgent grunts. This was amazing, here was a beautiful woman being turned on by me. I was transfixed by the erotic sight and sound of a woman getting off on what I was doing. Suddenly she pulled away from me. "God that was close," she said "I want to cum so badly but I want you in me when I do. I need to play a little more though. Stand up Paul, stand behind me, hold me, stroke me all over, but not my pussy for a bit because I am so close to cumming.” I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt my rock hard cock press up against the firm resilient flesh of her buttocks, she reached behind to part them and I felt myself slide into the deep cleft. Letting go she then flexed her muscles so as to squeeze my whole cock in between them. The feeling was out of this world, it was as though the entire universe was centered on the gentle squeezing and massaging of my knob, "Stroke me Paul, play with me," I heard her say, breaking through my erotic pleasure. I gently trailed my fingers over her taut smooth stomach to the hard muscles at the top of her thighs then drew them back up with a firm stroke to cup her tits. I repeated this a few times and then decided to experiment, I fanned my fingers and moved then up and down over her nipples so that they flicked her nipples making them vibrate quite fast. The reaction was amazing. She reached back with both hands and dug her fingers into my buttocks and almost shouted, "DON'T STOP! WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T STOP!" I had no intention of stopping. If this is what she liked then I was only too pleased to do it for her. After a while she took my hands away from her tits, bent over supporting her hands on the bed and said, "No more play, I need to cum. NOW." She reached between her legs to grab my cock and rub the head all over her dripping slit then, adjusting her position slightly, she placed me at the entrance to her body and still holding me moved her hips back slightly so that just the head was inside her. "Don't thrust yet Paul. Let me get used to the feel of you first." With that she moved my cock in a circular motion giving me the most incredible feelings that ran right through the length of my cock right down to my balls. Letting go of me she pushed back firmly against me and took the full length of me into her and I felt something firm almost hard just touch the very end of my knob. "OH GOD! THIS IS SO PERFECT! YOU HIT BOTTOM! GOD, GOD I AM GOING TO CUM SO HARD!" shouted Mrs. Morgan. Not knowing what to do I remained still and let her roll her hips in ecstasy. As she moved I felt the firm wet walls of her vagina grip me and the very end of my cock rub against the firm protrusion inside her. "Fuck me hard Paul, thrust as hard as you can. You will not hurt me". I began to move tentatively in and out of her, withdrawing so that just the head was in then back up to hilt in her. "Harder Paul. Harder PLEASE" and she began to push back hard as I thrust into her. I decided to throw caution to the winds and I grasped her hips firmly and began to slam in and out with all the force I could "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh that is so good Paul," she said and put a hand between her legs and started to firmly stroke her clit. I tried to keep my mind off the incredible sensation that were flooding body, the friction on my knob as it ploughed up and down the tight wet hot tunnel, the slap of my balls against her firm flesh, the sight of my cock disappearing into her, the deep cleft between her buttocks and the glimpse of her brown puckered anus, the quivering of her round buttocks as I slammed against them. I was brought back to reality by the sudden spreading of her legs and her urgent cry, "I'm so close now Paul, so close. When I cum stop moving, just hold me tight.” a few seconds later her rhythmic loud grunts turned into a high-pitched wail and her body went completely rigid. I hilted her for one last time and then leaned over and grabbed her tits and held on as she shuddered and shook in my grasp. For what seemed like hours she writhed impaled on my cock, her inner walls contracting in spasms squeezing the head of my cock and rubbing it against the firm tip at the end of her vagina, gasping and shrieking as she lost herself totally in her passion. Gradually though her frantic movements slowed down, her tense body started to relax and her high-pitched cries turned into low soft grateful moans. As she came down I slowly lowered her body onto the bed and leaned back leaving my cock still deep within her and gently stroked her buttocks. I soon became aware that her low moans had turned into deep sobs; her body was wracked with the tears of her crying. Fearing that I had really hurt her by thrusting so hard I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I am so sorry I hurt you. I did not know what I was doing. Please forgive me, but you are so lovely and I got carried away.” "Paul, everything is ok," she said between sobs. "It was beautiful, so perfect, it is just that I have not had sex for nearly a year and the emotion of having it again, and it being so good is just overwhelming for me. Just keep inside me and lay on top of me, let me feel the weight of you and I will be fine in a minute." I lay on her and kissed the back of her neck and I felt her snuggle against me and in no time at all she was quiet and still. "You did not cum did you?" she whispered. "No but it was very close," I replied." "Well if you get it up, I will see to it that you have the cum of a lifetime." I slowly pulled out of her and she quickly sat up and took my cock in her hand. She looked at it lovingly, stroking the wet shiny head began to talk to it. "You are so lovely, so hard and big, just the right length to get right at the bottom of me. I love the feel of you in me. Because you have been so good to me I am going to take you in my mouth and suck on you, lick you all over, stick my tongue in the hole and when you spurt your lovely cum I shall tickle you right there." To emphasize the point she stuck her tongue out and wiggled it gently underneath the head. "Let me lie down Paul, and then you can kneel over my face.” "First I want to play with your balls.” Sliding down underneath me, she placed her hands on my buttocks and pulled me down until my balls rested on her lips. I felt her tongue probe my sac, outlining the shape of first one ball then the other. Gently pulling me down a little further, she sucked one ball inside her mouth and laved it with her tongue and gently rolled it around her mouth. The feeling was fantastic but what came next was even better for she opened her mouth as wide as she could and with a finger she very carefully maneuvered my second ball into her mouth. As soon as she was sure that the both were past the line of her teeth she gently closed her mouth and began to poke them and play with them. Her finger which was still wet, traced the cleft between my buttocks gently drifting up and down, pausing when it reached my anus to tickle and rub with a enough pressure to cause it to open slightly. Sensing that I was becoming very aroused she very carefully eased my balls out of her mouth and, shifting upwards, began to firmly and slowly lick my cock from the root to tip while lightly brushing the underside of my balls with her fingers making them swing back and forth. After a bit she moved further up so that she was looking my cock straight in the eye so to speak. "Lift one of your legs up Paul, just kneel on one knee then you can get at my tits and it make it easier for me to get at your bum." I did so and she ran a hand under my thigh and along the outline of my buttock. "Ahhhhhhh, that is a lot better. Now I think the time has come for me to be very nice to your cock". Cuddling my balls with one hand she used the other to grip the shaft and guide my knob into her waiting mouth. That first feel of her lips closing over the ridge of my knob was pure bliss. She laved the underneath with her tongue and gently sucked her cheeks in so that it was totally encased in warm, wet flesh. Soon she began to bob her head up and down just enough so that the ridge was pulled in and out of her lips. I felt for her tits, this was so good, I mauled her tit and lost myself in the feelings I was getting. Her head bobbing slowed a bit and she began to take more of me in her mouth. I felt the head touch the soft palette at the back of her mouth and then incredibly she took more. My knob was now actually in her throat, the muscles gently milking at me. Soon she pulled away and took me out of her mouth completely and began to poke at the hole with her tongue. Her hand that was on the shaft began to move, slowly wanking me. I groaned with anticipation at my impending orgasm. "Yes Paul I know, it is getting close now for you," she said. "Squeeze my tits as hard as you like, I know how much you like to do that. It will not hurt me. Just one thing though, doesn’t thrust. I need both hands to make it really good for you." She wet one finger and slid it down into the cleft of my bum and slowly inserted it in my anus, gently wiggling it. She winked at me and took my engorged cock into her mouth and began to suck and bob her head. So much was happening that it nearly overloaded my brain. My knob was being sucked and wanked, a hand was cuddling my balls, a finger was in my bum and I was mauling a big firm breast. I was as near to heaven as I was ever likely to get. I felt the tension build in my balls and so did Mrs. Morgan. She reacted by doing several things, the finger that was wiggling only just inside me was now poked further up and she crooked it so that she was massaging my prostrate. She took more of my cock further in her mouth and began to suck harder and her tongue began to whip across the underside of my knob faster. All this brought me to the point of no return. I felt the flood of cum flow up my cock and come spurting into her throat. After a couple of spurts she took her hand away from my balls and withdrew my cock out of her open mouth. I had the magnificent sight of pulses of cum shooting into her mouth while her agile tongue massaged the magic spot. It seemed like hours went by before I finally stopped spurting and was able to recover my senses. When I did I saw that she was gently sucking and licking my now deflated knob. "So Paul, how was that then?" she asked smiling. I could barely croak out the reply, "Whatever I say, it will not cover a tenth of what I felt." "That is such a nice thing to say Paul, thank you. But there is something you can do for me that would be even nicer.” "What is that?" I asked. She gently pushed my head down towards her stomach and spread her legs wide "Guess." she said laughing. I may not be the smartest boy in the world but some things I can understand in a short space of time. She wanted me to give her oral sex, "Don't worry," she said "I will tell you exactly what I like and how I like it done.” I licked my way down past her navel until I felt her pubic hair. "Lick the inside of my thighs, Paul. Put your hands under my bum." The inside of her thighs were so soft and warm. As I kissed and licked her there, I heard her sigh and she stroked my head and said "Mmmmm, that feels so good. Now hold open my pussy and gently lick me, not my clit yet though. I ran my tongue slowly and lightly from her vagina to just below her clit feeling the inner lips under my tongue. She took her hands off my head and began to run them up and down her body and she started to stretch and squirm and she opened her legs wider making contented little cooing noises. "Now my clit Paul. Just lightly at first, I want this to last." I felt the little button under my tongue and I explored all round it an over it, just dragging it lightly. I heard a long drawn out "Ahhhhhhh" and saw that Mrs. Morgan had her eyes closed and was caressing her tits and tugging her nipples. I decided to experiment and began to give her clit firmer strokes and flicked it every now and again. Every flick elicited a loud grunt and resulted in her clit getting harder and bigger, big enough for me to just able to suck it in between my lips and push it back out, almost wanking it. I had hit the jackpot. She began to thrash her legs and talk dirty. "Oh yes, yes, yes, you lovely boy. Fuck my clit harder. Stick your fingers in my cunt. I want to fuck your face." Hearing this really made me work hard at getting her going. I stuck first one finger then two deep inside her, moving them in long slow thrusts, her hips moved in time with my fingers pushing against my inward movements. Every thrust produced a loud grunt and moan from her. I felt a hand start to push my head harder and her movements became more frantic, "Faster! Faster, for fucks sake, faster," she implored. So I stopped wanking her clit and made my tongue hard, pressed down on her clit and let her set the pace. In a short time her legs clamped round my head and she used both hands to pull me down and she fucked my face with short sharp thrusts of her hips all the time making high "Ah" noises. Then she stiffened and I felt her clit throb and writhe and she came with a loud wailing noise that I could only just hear as she had pressed her thighs so tight around my head. It seemed that I would never breathe again, so long did she keep me trapped but eventually the iron grip relaxed and her body became limp. "Just keep your tongue on my clit. Don’t move Paul let me come down, leave your fingers in me." We both dozed off in a world of our own.