My voice more hurried than I’d anticipated, I said, “Definitely yes. You’re right, one should share their good fortune.”
Tuning her limber body to the side she grabbed two pillows off the couch, said, “You’re about to find out how good your fortune is going to be,” twisted off me, lay on the rug, stuffing one pillow under her ass, the other under her head. I rolled between spread legs, kissed her; she moaned against my lips, moaned when I entered her.
We fucked, at first in a slow rhythm, acclimating to each other, making sure she was ready, but she needed this and I wanted this and soon her arms were around my neck, her muscular legs around my waist, and her short nails pressed to my back as she purred into my ear, “You feel so good inside me, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
I worked my lips down her neck, she dropped her head back, offering more soft skin. I kissed her there, ducked my head, sucked a nipple. Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair, brought my head to hers. She thrust her tongue into my mouth.
We fucked, fast and hard; I drove into her, her hips rose to meet each thrust, she tightened her legs on me, her thighs trembling on my sides.
We howled in libidinous harmony.
“Oh yes, like that, fuck me, like that.”
Our bodies smacked together in raucous rhythm. Her pussy pulsated, my dick throbbed. I dug my fingers into her shoulders, held her in place, thrust into her hard, we bounced forward on the rug.
My orgasm fast approaching, I worked her clit with my pubic bone, pushed a hand between our bodies, rolled a nipple between two fingers. She arched her back, forcing clit and tit into me.
“I love this, love this, harder, harder, fuck me, harder.”
Her spasming cunt flexed on my cock.
“Oh, yeah.”
“I can teach you young-un’s a thing or two.”
And that she could. She flexed the muscles of her cunt, running them the length of my tool, grabbed my backside, shimmied her sex on me.
The pressure inside me kept building, it was as if I was holding in a piss too long, way too long. Struggling to control myself, I gritted my teeth, fucked her harder.
And when it felt like I could wait no longer Mrs. Hollins dug her fingers into my back, locked her ankles on my ass, said, “Fuck yes, yeah, yeah, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it, Michael that’s it, oh yes, yes, yes eeeennnnnyyyyaaaahhhhhhhhhh,” and, cunt convulsing, body shaking, squealing in a pitch I hadn’t imagined she could reach, she sang, “FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK YESSSS, I’m cominnnngggggggg,” as her world exploded.
And, as she came, the pressure inside me finally let go and growling, driving Mrs. Hollins into the floor, thick ropy spurts of cum shot from my dick into her core.
Spent, sweaty, I slumped onto her body. A sweet gentle aching permeated my balls, ran to my prostate, and though my right ear wasn’t working and the vision of my left eye was hazy, I felt great. I lay there, just wanting to take it easy.
Mrs. Hollins, who was stroking my body, said, ‘You still with us?”
“Yeah…”
She nudged me and I rolled onto on my back; she lay her head to my shoulder, played with my nipples as my chest rose and fell.