Didn't it?
"Please go off in me," she heard herself begging him. "Please come in me, baby."
"All right, get ready to receive," he cried hoarsely and even though she found it difficult to believe, he actually speeded up his movements, poking his cock into her, then yanking it out of her, then darting it back inside, withdrawing again only to slam it in again all the way to the hilt.
Edna had two orgasms, one following quickly on the heels of the other. They were beautiful. She found, however, during the second spasm that it was becoming very hard for her to breathe properly. She momentarily forgot about the pounding cock that was practically tearing her up and concentrated on getting air into her lungs, which she did after a few hard tries. Then she turned her attention back to the almost excruciating intensity of the boy's fucking motion.
"Oh, it's so lovely," she moaned. "I think I'm going to go off again." She did, too. Her third orgasm hit her even harder than the first two had, and she was obliged to lessen her grasp on the cheeks of his ass. After all, a woman has only so much strength, no matter how hot she is, or how intensely she has been worked up. "Oh, it's so lovely," she repeated in his ear, only to feel his tongue wiping again across her face. This made her even hotter and she thought that surely this time she would lose all reason – the excitement was just too much for a woman to endure, too great for a human being to cope with indefinitely.
She did not have to cope with it indefinitely.
Only for about forty seconds.
Forty seconds while he emptied his inner body of the thick scaldings. Forty seconds while she received his burning, sticky offerings. What a beautiful forty seconds!
She could not find her bikini when she first looked for it, but finally saw it under the sofa where it must have been kicked while they were fucking on the floor. Leaving him lying there, but patting his ass affectionately before moving away from him, she went to her bedroom and from it stepped into the bathroom where she turned on the cold and hot water, adjusting the two until the temperature of the combination was to her liking. Stepping under the falling water, she let it refreshen her, reveling in the pleasure of it as this pleasure intermingled in her mind with the recollection of what had just transpired on the floor of her front room. That boy – he was simply unbelievable. His cock wouldn't quit on him, ever, she felt. She had known many young boys, but they had all been as nothing compared to this lad. There was something about secretly calling him a lad that made her quivery all over. God, how she liked feeling hot all over, even when the cool water was dashing upon her skin as it was now.
Soaping her skin lightly, she let the water wash it away, and a moment later she stepped out from under the shower, reaching back to shut off the water. Her back was turned to the bedroom door and she did not see him plunging straight at her nudity. She felt him, however. Oh, God, how she felt him when he almost brutally forced her to the floor of the shower – the water pouring down over both of them – and rammed his cock up her asshole all the way to the hilt.
He ass-fucked her for ten minutes.
At first, it hurt her terribly, but eventually she became used to the brutal battering of his prick as he went even deeper into her anus. Her main concern was in not drowning and once she moved her face away from the deepest pool of the water to a spot where she could breathe satisfactorily, she closed her eyes and actually enjoyed being fucked in the asshole, something she had never permitted to be done to her before. She had always been afraid of it, thinking with some degree of correctness, that the pain of being ass-fucked would be too great for her to really enjoy the brutalizing act. However, she did enjoy it. She enjoyed it tremendously.
And then he shot off his cock juice into her body, yanked his damaging cock from her hole, jumped to his feet and ran back to the living room, leaving her on the floor of the shower, her ass aching, her brain whirling, her body constantly being cleansed by the falling water.
He was gone from the house, his car was not in the drive when she appeared in the living room wearing only a robe. Her heart jumped as she saw his car was gone, but it was always this way with Edna White. Every young boy she had ever fucked had sooner or later got up and left her abruptly with no word of explanation. This threw her into momentary panic, always, but it soon disappeared, leaving her filled with wonder at the joys of sex experienced, but concerned that she might never again see the boy in question.
Edna White sighed, sank down on the sofa and drifted off into a light sleep.
She was awakened in the most delightful manner imaginable.
Rick, his blond hair spread out over her crotch, hiding it from view as it partially hid his fast-moving tongue and lips, was sucking her, working her cunt with a skill she would not have believed he possessed. His mouth was making an exciting slurping sound and Edna was not certain which turned her on the most – his actual sucking and kissing, the slurping sound, or the fierce manner in which his strong hands gripped her thighs, squeezing her flesh unmercifully hard. Surely he was going to pull her flesh away from her very bones the way he was gripping her legs.
"Oh…" she moaned. "That hurts… but it hurts so good, baby."
He bit her cunt around the edges of the puffy lips, also a new experience for her. It frightened her, but only for a moment, probably because he stopped doing it and resumed darting his tongue in and out of her slit with expertise.
"Oh," she moaned again. "You suck a cunt so well, baby."
He said nothing but grabbed her quickly and pulled her roughly from the sofa to the floor, atop his own body, her cunt over his face. She didn't resist him in any way and the next thing she knew, he had turned her body around so that she was sitting on his face – his tongue had never stopped darting in and out of her box – and he was pressing her head downward. She understood what he wanted and lay down on him, her cunt still over his fast-working lips and tongue, but with her own lips now near his quivering, wet cock. Sighing happily, with sensation after sensation passing through her nervous system, she parted her moist lips and took in his swollen cock. The moment her lips fastened themselves about his tube, he shot his hips up frantically and it was with a great degree of difficulty that she managed to force him to hold his hips down to the floor. Edna loved being mouth-fucked, but this time, while he tongued her off, she wished to French him in her own manner and to her own satisfaction, without regard to his enjoyment of it. This was not selfishness or lack of consideration on her part – it was simply a type of passion that is most effective, for it conveys its purpose immediately – hot consummation, quickly.
She went on down, taking her own sweet time about it and dearly loving every thrilling moment of it. Repeatedly, he tried to outfuck her, but she held his hips down by leaning on them with her forearms as she continued to enjoy the boy's rubbery, warm cock as it passed over her lips and tongue in just exactly the manner she wanted.
He flew off in her but she did not stop. Swallowing his thick, hot fluid and marveling at the amount of it as she had previously, she sucked him as before, with the exception that now she was using longer strokes, going from the very tip of his cock down all the way, until her teeth picked up bits of his hair, which she spit out repeatedly. Edna didn't mind this. In fact, she loved it. It helped her to realize that she had a young boy's cock between her lips, if she needed help in this respect, which was doubtful.
She moved her lips momentarily. "I could suck your cock forever, boy," she murmured, meaning it.
"Blow it off again, blow it off again," he begged, his words almost unintelligible because his mouth was buried so deeply in her slit.
She obliged him by increasing her sucking speed but still keeping it at a pace where she enjoyed it the most and when she felt his body stiffening and beginning to jerk, she prepared herself mentally to receive his hot offerings. He squirted off into her mouth with considerable force and all the time he did this, she continued with her slow, careful, sucking movements, applying actual suction to the end of his cock. This was apparently extremely pleasing to the boy, for he shot off again and again and finally ceased altogether, but when she still sucked his cock, he once again blew in her and she gratefully swallowed his milk.