I knelt down between his parted legs
and bathed his pubic area, testicles and penis with the warm wet towel. Like
his chest it was hairy turf and I made a mental note to give him a future haircut.
For now I admired his erect shaft and swayed it about in wonder as if a wand.
He tried to rise up and hug me but I pushed him back down and warned him again to
Tossing the wet towel aside I set my elbows on his knees to better admire his erection. It was a lovely penis, giving little jerks in anticipation. He was circumcised which I prefer. I revealed what Edward taught me about male anatomy, steadied his penis with one hand, slid the middle finger of the other under his scrotum, massaged his prostrate and swirled my tongue over its head.
I had to keep stopping and give an
occasional rough tug to keep him from premature ejaculation. When he again
tried to sit up I pinched his stomach hard with my nails. He then relaxed,
obeyed and let me be in control, a new experience for him.
After I had teased him to the brink enough I stood up and had him move on his back to the center of the bed with arms and legs spread. All his doubts were gone. There was no banter, wise cracks or resistance, only anticipation.
I opened my purse took out the
condom package purchased for the occasion, opened it and took out one.
I darted my tongue out, held the foil
edge by my teeth, slowly pulled my panty down and up while turning around a few
times as he watched. Finally I held on to the chair, bent down so he could
admire my falling hair, stepped out of
the panty, twirled it around on a finger and plopped it next to my purse.
I kept my shoes bra, garter belt and
nylons on, climbed on the bed, knelt between his spread legs, tore open the condom
foil, pulled it out, centered it on his penis and rolled it down to the end of
the shaft. There was nothing more to unroll. He took it all.
He gave little moans of, "No way, no way" while pleading into my eyes to let him up and do me fast. Instead I commanded.
”Keep your arms and legs spread as told. Stop your pestering. Cobra’s doing the modeling, not you.”
He wasn't thinking about the price of perfume, dress, shoes or lingerie now. I got up off the bed, took his belt out of his pants, belted his ankles together and climbed back on the bed.
“There that should keep you buckled down.”
Standing over him, my legs apart, I squatted down and straddled him with his penis pressed up in front of me. My bronco was saddled to ride.
"Okay cowboy I am ready to ride.
We’re going to see how this bronco bucks and gallops."
With my right hand on his chest, I
rose up, centered my vagina above his sheathed penis with my left, guided it to
my labia lips, nestled down and let it slowly slip across my vulva vestibule
and into my vagina. It continued to slide slowly down as my vagina stretched
open to snugly envelope his super 8.
With our pelvis abutted his penis just bumped my cervix. It was all in. It was the first time my vagina was filled from the vulva to the cervix, a wonderful warm and full feeling. I bent over him and looked into his ecstatic eyes, my bra against his chest.
“Take my bra off, reach behind and unloosen it.”
He fumbled a bit but once loosened pulled it past my shoulders. I slid it off, one arm at a time and placed it on the pillow above his head, swayed my breasts to and fro across his chest and then stretched forward and swept them across his face as he tried to catch and kiss the nipples. He was trying to jerk up to start the stroking action, ready to be ridden.
I clasped his head with hands over
his ears with his arms out stretched. He kept attempting to jerk his pelvis up
but I whispered to keep his legs together and stay still until I let him out of