"So, what is your recovery time then?" Sara asked again, determined to get an answer.
"Why do you ask?"
"I thought maybe I could ride you next."
"Ok. Well, if you suck on this, you will find out!" Billy proffered, taking hold of his limp member, and moving it up close to her face.
Sara pushed his hand away and wrapped her slender fingers around the now rather sad specimen. As soon as she touched it, she could feel it start to grow in her hand.
"!This shouldn't take long then,!" she thought, as she pulled it toward her mouth, slipped the helmet into her mouth and began to suck on it.
As she sucked and licked it, she could feel it getting thicker and actually see it getting longer.
After only a minute or so, she let it go. It stood erect and proud, jutting from his groin once more.
"Jeez, that was fucking quick Billy. Amazing for an old guy like you!" she quipped.
Billy ignored the backhanded compliment, turning around to push the coffee table out of the way to create space for them to fuck.
As he laid on his back on the floor, Sara rose up from the couch and moved to stand over him, straddling his hips.
"Come on girl, sit on my cock?" he said, taking hold of it at the base and pointing it vertically upwards toward her.
Sara duly mounted him, sliding slowly down his long shaft, and, with a blend of bouncing and grinding, brought herself off four or five times; she lost count.
She was knackered after the last orgasm though and collapsed, lying on top of him.
Billy had managed to save his latest load though, and wanted to give the watching teen voyeur another show of his fucking prowess.
He rolled the recovering Sara off of him and helped her to kneel up on all fours so he could fuck her once more, in the doggy position.
There was no time for tender sex now, it was going to be hardcore!
Her pussy was gaping from all the evenings action, so he just rammed the full length into her in one long stroke.
He held it there for a moment and then he started pounding her with long deep strokes, as fast and as hard as he could.
All the time she was moaning and groaning as he pounded away. At one point she turned to look at him as if to ask to calm down. He could see her tits swinging violently at that point really and that really spurred him on.
After a good few minutes, in which Sara came again another two or three times, he could sense he was about to come yet again. As before, just as he was about to squirt, he pulled out of her pussy, wrapped his right hand around the shaft and began to pump it.
After a couple of strokes, as his hand slid up toward the head, for the second time that evening he shot a huge rope of thick white cum up Sara's back, letting out a guttural grunt as he did so. Immediately, he pulled his hand down his shaft and then back up again, and with another deep grunt, he shot another rope, and then another and then another until he had shot his second load of the evening.
"!Fuck me, I reckon that was bigger than the first load,!" thought Ali, "!How is that even possible.!"
As they recovered and started to gather their things, Sara's back was yet again covered in Billy's spunk and so had to be cleaned up with the now crusty t-shirt.
"I think we should add this type of evening to you weekly list of duties, don't you?" Sara announced. He wasn't going to refuse!
As Sara and Billy made moves to retire to their rooms, Ali realised she had better make her escape.
Xxxxx
Billy had quite a large suite. As you opened the door, the head of the bed was on the wall to the left. On the wall opposite the bed was a huge flat screen TV. Past that, on the same wall was the entrance to the bathroom. On the other side of the bed was a sofa facing away from the door, toward a set of big glass doors that opened onto a balcony. There was a desk and chair to the left of the sofa, on the same wall as the head of the bed.
