Our movement was making a very erotic sound. Schlup. Schlup. Schlup. Generated by my groin slapping into her buttocks and soaked genital area. I was rapidly reaching a point of no return. I had my hands on her hips which I had discovered provided excellent leverage points for my thrusts.
I reached a point where I was simply convulsing, banging into her as fast as my body would move. She started making a wavering, high pitched sound which resonated with my punches into her. The last few strokes were actually lifting her feet from the floor. I felt like a fire hose, simply streaming cum into her. My last few strokes made a very liquid sort of sloshing sound.
Just to add to an already surreal situation she suddenly cried out, “You are saved! Deliverance! Salvation!” She flopped about quite vigorously on the arm rest for a few seconds and then went limp.
We held our positions for a handful of deep, hoarse breaths until my wilted cock disengaged itself. I swear it made a “plop” sound as it exited her. I took a step backwards. I was almost swaying from the sensory overload. Mrs Suitor remained cast on the arm of the chair for a few more seconds and then drew herself to her feet. She seemed unsteady and her eyes had an unfocused and glazed look.
“I haven’t been rogered like that since the Governor’s cocktail party back in 68.” I was wondering what else had gone on at this cocktail party. I did take it as another compliment though. “You have well and truly walked my gang plank. I have been thoroughly torpedoed.”
She placed both hands to her crotch and pulled her labia apart. A gob of cum oozed out and made a splat on the tiled floor. She stared at it and then threw her head back with a moan. Her thighs were streaked with fluid and the chair arm was damp from our emissions. She reached over and picked up my flaccid cock between two fingers. She raised it up and then let it go. It flopped lifelessly down.
“Yes, that certainly seems to have put paid to that impertinent little chap. Jolly good. You may go now.” She gave me, literally, a pat on the head and motioned me to the door. I dressed myself and walked out in a dream-like state. As the door closed behind me and I walked down the foot path towards my house. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. The whole world looked different.
For the rest of the year I continued my lawn mowing duty. I would mow the lawn and be given a version of the strip tease routine through the window. Not always as elaborate as the first but definitely titillating. When finished I would knock on the back door. Mrs Suitor would come and give me a cold drink, and then she would say words to the effect of… “Oh dear, we have the usual problem do we. Very well. Come with me.” She would then move to the leather chair, remove whatever clothing she had on below the waist and lean over. I would scoot up behind her and with pants around my ankles, and begin to engage her. It was never for very long, probably for five or six minutes on average but it was certainly the high point of my week.