Girls cum first

Matt wasn't a genius. He wasn't some sex god. He wasn't a supernatural being who could create new rules out of thin air. He was a kid trying to get by and trying to get laid. But he'd learned one basic rule... drilled into him by his sister, by Tanya, and by all of the MILFs he'd fucked and that rule was, 'girls cum first.' Matt certainly wasn't going to violate that basic rule when it came to Mrs. Fellers.

It didn't matter if she was making it tough by squeezing down so hard on his dick she might as well be a mechanical milking machine.

He schooled his face to something as close to impassivity as he could manage (never let them see you sweat) and pumped away, gripping her tits to use them as handles in controlling her.

Greatest basketball player of all times... maybe Wilt Chamberlain or Magic Johnson. Of course Shaq and Lebron were standouts but even though it was unfaithful to his local Lakers team, he had to go with Michael Jordan. Greatest baseball player. That was easy. Had to be Babe Ruth. Greatest hitter and one of the great pitchers. Completely changed the game. Greatest football player...

Abruptly, Mrs. Fellers gave out a little scream and her pussy clamped down even harder on his dick, throbbing like a cock as she spurted out juices.

Fine-fucking-ly, he mentally intoned as he yanked his dick out of her pussy and shot his wad over her tits and face.

She lay there for a couple of minutes, his cum dripping from her face and her own cum dribbling out of her pussy. Then she looked up at him. "I haven't cum like that in years."

"And you weren't supposed to now, either."

She sighed. "The fantasy is fun while we're fucking but I don't really want to be dominated in real life. So, can we go back to having a normal conversation?"

Damn, he was on the spot again. Was this another test? He'd read that submissive women would test their man and make him prove he really was dominant. On the other hand, there were a lot of things he liked in fantasy and during sex but that weren't as interesting to him in real life. Like bondage... there was certainly something sexy about tying up a woman and fucking her but nothing remotely interesting about having women tied up all the time. But fuck, if he answered wrong here, he would piss Mrs. Fellers off and he'd be screwed again.

(Note: I'm not going to do two chapters here but I will go with the majority of commentors. What do you guys think?)