I hold out for as long as I can

One of the only good things about being an old man is that I don’t shoot off like I did as a teenager. Don’t get me wrong, there are few things that I wanted more than to explode into this spasming pussy, but I know that I'm not going to be able to get it up more than once and I want to make this time last as long as I can. With one hand firmly in her hair, and the other working her clit continuously I keep rocking into her bucking body, riding her like a surfer riding a wave.

Alison’s vocalizations take on a higher pitched tone, and are coming out in squeaks and whimpers, and I am grunting myself as I fight back the urge to start pounding her. I haven’t felt anything like this for close to thirty years, not since Fran and I first started getting wild when we were first dating. Of course, back then I would have lost it by now, but even now I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold back.

“That's right.” I murmur encouragement into her ear as I ride through another spasm, “Let it go, let it all out.”

“Yes!” Alison’s gasp is the first real word I’ve heard out of her since her orgasm began, but when she opens hers mouth again, all that comes out is a wail that is punctuated with staccato high-pitched grunts. By now my hand is drenched with her juices, and my fingers are starting to cramp up but I can feel Alison start to tighten up again and I’m determined to make her realize what good sex can be like.

“You are so sweet.” I tell her as I pick up my pace a little. There is no doubt in my mind that part of what I find so irresistible about Alison is her inherent goodness. I really don't care that this shy preacher's daughter isn't the virgin I thought when she first moved in. I might not be the one to pop her cherry, but I do know that I am the first man to ever make her feel like this. “You deserve to have your lovers worship you like a goddess, not treat you like a worthless bitch.” I want this fragile young woman to recognize the gifts she possesses, and one of those gifts is her ability to make me feel like a young man again. I'm not sure if my words excite or offend her, but her hips lifts under me again and I use all my weight to drive her back down onto the mattress and push into her so deep that she squeals. I can no longer maintain the gentle pace I started with and now each thrust drives deep into her, but her gasps and moans are ones of pleasure and I can't help myself.

“We're going to do this every week.” I promise her as I feel my balls start to tingle, “I’m going to show you how good sex can be when you do it right; if you let me.” This declaration of intent is the final straw for my pretty young tenant, once again she is pushed over the edge. What had been a slow simmering reaction erupts once again into a full-blown orgasm. The feeling of her pussy clenching my cock like a vice-grip is more than I can take, and I finally allow my release to fill her tight pussy with pulse after pulse of hot seed.