“I'll bet,” Alex Wolfe breathed.
“She thinks it's enough that she loves sucking, that it comes natural, and that she swallows what she calls her reward.”
“Right…” the man croaked, clearly trying to keep up.
“But I love sucking, too,” the older woman went on. “And I've had plenty of rewards, and even a couple of actual awards at sex parties, if you know what I mean, but there's much more to it than merely sucking-any semi-literate, drunken high school slut on her knees can do that!”
Her new maintenance man was nodding, going right along, but then he exhaled slowly, as if suddenly getting his bearings, and he asked her seriously, “Do you always talk like this?”
“Not really,” she admitted. “Only when my cunt gets so wet I start dripping…”
And, with a fingertip, she pulled the crotch of her tiny yellow cotton shorts aside so he could see for himself.
“Take a look, if you don't believe me-I'm sopping!”
And look he did.
It wasn't the absolute hardness of Alex Wolfe's cock sliding into her slippery cunt from behind with each thrust, as she hunched on her hands and knees, that surprised Mrs. Rimfield.
“Jesus!” she moaned. “You're killing me!”
They were in his living room, his apartment not yet updated as her own directly above had been, but suitable enough for the new maintenance man. In particular, she appreciated the shag carpeting, there being more to it, to both kneel on and to tightly grip with both hands, as she was.
“It feels so fucking good!” she groaned, again. “Your cock!”
Her yellow shorts were down around one slim ankle, her shapely buttocks and slender long legs bare to the chill of his air conditioning. The younger man's eager hands kept exploring under her halter top, squeezing her firm and exceptionally heavy breasts, pulling at her distended nipples.
She was trembling wildly.
It wasn't even the length, just a little over average.
It was the sheer width of the damn thing, she decided, his rigid tent-pole of a throbbing cock cleaving into her with a slick, delicious friction that would've caused her to instantly swoon facedown to the carpet, had she been a swooner.
“My God, what a thick one!” she gasped. “I love it! But aren't you afraid we'll wake little Stephanie?”
“She's a very sound sleeper,” he assured her. “Don't worry.”
And he slid his hands down her body until he was gripping her bare hips, holding her tightly as he continued rapidly pumping his own hips. He was fucking her the way she liked to be fucked: hard and fast.
“Does that feel good?” he wanted to know.
“I can almost taste it,” she breathed.
And she began fluidly rotating her hips, thrusting back against each of his thrusts with an added corkscrewing motion that tightened her slippery pussy into an even firmer grip on his cock.
“It's making my legs weak,” she managed. “Oh, my God, I love your cock!”
She was panting uncontrollably, her breath coming in quick gasps, her bare ass jerking back into Alex' crotch as she worked feverishly to extract every ounce of pleasure from his pistoning cock.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she groaned, her smoothly tanned bare thighs quivering with the effort. “Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes, yes, yes! Uhhh! Uhh! Please don't stop!”
And he didn't stop.
Plunging into her repeatedly, his thrusts drove her to the brink of an orgasm she knew would soon have her screaming. He then reached around with both hands and used a finger from each hand to discover her pulsing clitoris within its little protective fold.
He deftly separated the slippery lips around it, then began gently massaging it with both fingertips, until Mrs. Rimfield was shaking even more uncontrollably from head to foot. With both hands, she gripped the older shag carpet even more tightly as he both fucked her and masturbated her relentlessly.
She was already soaking wet down there, she knew, the oily slick lubrication from her pulsating cunt overflowing with each of his increasingly rapid thrusts. It left a shiny wetness on her entire crotch, thin rivers of it coating her bare inner thighs.
“You're going to make me come so hard it'll kill me!” she groaned. “Fuck me harder, fuck me even harder!”
And, as difficult as it might seem to fuck her even harder, he did exactly that.
A moment later, she felt his cock jerk wildly within her as it began spurting long strands of his cum deeply into her. He gasped behind her, speeding his efforts to make her come, too.
“I can feel your cock throbbing in me!” Mrs. Rimfield announced. “More, more, fuck me more!”
And she suddenly came as well, the sensation causing her toes to spread apart, her fingers gripping the carpet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She and Alex Wolfe continued as if they were on fire, wildly pumping, spasms of the most exquisite pleasure imaginable coursing through their bodies with a relief so great it was a miracle they remained upright.