“I’m… uh… I’m shootin off again,” he stammered.
Betty didn’t answer. She kept jamming his cock into her throat again and again as she tasted his hot cum and felt it squirting down her throat. Her cunt quivered and her juices seeped from her slack pussy lips and ran down her thighs.
At last she let his long cock fall from her lips and she lay down on the bed. “Use the shower if you want, Eddie,” she said. “I’ll get your money for cutting the grass.”
“That’s all right, Mrs. Howard. I’ll clean up when I get home and you don’t have to pay me.”
“Oh, yes, I do. If you went home without your money your mother would wonder what was wrong.”
“Yeah. I forgot.” He picked up his clothes and started putting them on. “It don’t seem right that you have to pay me.”
“Lot’s of things don’t seem right,” said Betty as she got up and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She took out her wallet and counted out fifteen dollars. “I put in a little something extra for you this time, Eddie.” She laid the money on the side of the bed. “You’ll be back Saturday after next, won’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am. Why don’t you let me cut your grass every week?”
“Billy does it when he’s home. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
Eddie took the money and left. Betty stretched out on the bed again and ran her long fingers over her breasts and down along the insides of her tapered thighs.
Let’s see, she thought. It’s been a long time but maybe I can remember. She pressed her pussy lips apart with one hand while she put the index and middle fingers of the other to her clit.
It was before the divorce, she mused. I think we were living at Midville. I know there were two of them and they fucked me good.
Still rubbing her clit she slipped two fingers of her other hand into her slippery cunt. One of them fucked me while the other one watched. And then that one fucked me, too.
She started moving her fingers in and out of her dripping hole with the same rhythm she was rubbing her erect clit. I remember they had more energy than anyone that ever fucked me before. Their cocks were long and slender and they fucked fast. I came and came. Oh, I’ve got to take it easy with my fingernails!
Oh, damn. I’m coming already and I didn’t get a chance to remember all the details this time either. Okay. I’ll make it as good as I can. First I take my clit between my fingers like it was a little cock and I jack it off while I fuck myself with my fingers. One more finger. I’ll fuck myself with three fingers and I’ll come harder. Oh, God, it’s good. I’ll jack my clit a little faster and make it better.
Betty leaned her head back, her eyes closed tight and her mouth wide open. She pulled her knees up and stroked her clit between her fingers while she rotated three fingers around in her contracting pussy. Her breath come in little gasps and her belly quivered. Cunt cream gushed from her twat and she lowered her legs.
“It’s not a young cock,” she sighed aloud, “but, it’s good.” With her eyes still closed she started crying. When she could compose herself again she got up, went to the bathroom and drew a tub of warm water and soaked herself until she felt clean all over. She quickly washed and stepped from the tub, dried herself with a brisk rub of the towel and put on a clean robe. She straightened the cover on the bed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.