My husband died suddenly four months ago. He was only forty three and I had no one to rely on. Luckily a couple of neighbors decided to help me out. Allen up the street said he could mow the grass for me. It was hot the day he showed up and Allen was drenched in sweat when he finished. I had him come inside and I gave him a cold drink.
I looked at Allen's body. He wasn't the most handsome of men. I did notice that he had a big bulge in his shorts. I hadn't had sex in quite awhile. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.
Allen said, "If you need anything else just let me know."
Actually I did need something else. I stepped closer and I put a hand on Allen's crotch. That got his attention. Allen didn't need a brick wall to fall on him. He brought his hands up and placed them on my chest. I have big boobs and I always loved to have them played with. I saved Allen the trouble. I pulled my shirt off and unfastened my bra. Allen lowered his face and began to suck on my nipples. I thought I might have an orgasm right then and there.
A few minutes of that and Allen pushed my shorts to the floor. He then removed his clothes. I was right. He had a big bone. I swear it was close to nine inches in length. The dining table was close to where we were standing. Allen moved me towards the table and he lifted me up onto it. I spread my legs for him. My pussy was exposed for Allen. He took hold of his dick and began to rub it across my slit.
I started to moan. I nearly begged him to give it to me. Allen fitted his mushroom in place and started to push his dick into me. It felt like I was being split open. I don't like saying this but my late husband wasn't very big in the cock department. Allen pushed all the way in and held his pole in place.
"Please Allen, fuck me hard," I begged him.