Daley’s Eight 10

Ms. Daley finished undressing, her gorgeous, naked body standing in front of him, and Rowan kept his hands in place now to hide his erection. She was lean with small breasts and narrow hips. She looked like she worked hard to take care of her body and keep the erosion of age at bay, but it still showed in the texture of her skin, the lines, the cellulite, the stretch marks.

She wouldn’t let him remain there covered, and she grabbed him and pulled him into the shower, pushing him beneath the warm stream of water. She started lathering up some soap and covering his body, indulging in the feel of his body. She tried to grab his penis, which Rowan was still trying to cover, but he flinched and tried to move away.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” she said. “I know how to handle it.”

When she revealed it and found that it was erect, she smiled. “It’s like being able to read your mind,” she said with a chuckle. “I know who’s thinking dirty thoughts,” she teased.

She finished soaping him and then went onto her knees. Without permission or prologue, she took Rowan’s penis into her mouth and began to suck it with expertise and technique. Rowan was not experienced enough to appreciate her skill, and he was too tense and uncomfortable to relax and enjoy it.

She stopped and said, looking up into Rowan’s eyes from beneath, “You can come into my mouth, but don’t think you’ll be done if that happens. You’re done when I say you’re done.”

It was evident that she wasn’t doing this for Rowan’s pleasure. He did not display any pleasure at all. But he didn’t quite want her to stop – his physiology was against him. And she did go on, indulging in the pleasure of the stiffness inside her mouth and its texture and taste and the way it only grew harder the more she touched it.

Soon, she was toweling him dry and dragging him to her bed, where she threw him down onto his back. She leapt on top of him, taking him inside of her with a quick movement of her hips while her hands rested on his chest. Her body convulsed with pleasure when he first entered her, like a dead thing shocked back into life, her body now alive and writhing in the pleasure. To her, it felt like a shot of pure heroin injected directly into her veins, and she couldn’t help shouting with pleasure.

She lost herself so much in the moment that she didn’t notice Rowan, several minutes later, about to finish. In his inexperience, he didn’t know what to do, such that he ejaculated inside of her. She noticed it but kept on going, determined to take as much as possible out of his pleasure stick until it finally wilted, something, young as he was, it didn’t do quickly.

Ms. Daley soon screamed out with orgasm and rolled off of him, breathless and sweaty and staring up at the ceiling.

“God, I needed that after a day like today,” she admitted between heavy breaths. She turned to Rowan and added, “Don’t relax too much. I’m not done with you. I’m giving you a break. I’ll take my turn again at least once more tonight. Though please don’t come inside me again. I don’t want a baby at my age. One son’s enough for me. I know chances are slim for me, but until my baby-making factory calls it quits, I’m not going to push my luck.”

“I understand,” Rowan said. “I’m sorry.” He spoke in a meek and quiet voice.

“You don’t need to apologize,” she said. “I understand that young men are inexperienced. You’ll get the hang of it. You have a lot to learn. It’s obvious. But no one can blame you since the girls you were laying in high school were surely just as inexperienced as you – unless high school girls have gotten a whole lot sluttier since my days.”

“I’m actually… was actually,” Rowan began, still diffident, “That was my first time.” And after he spoke his embarrassed confession, he turned away from her onto his side and curled up.

Ms. Daley looked at him, at first unsure whether he was serious. Then, once she realized he was, she reacted in the the most spontaneous way: she burst out into laughter.

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