Both Rosa and her mother, Sue, cried with happiness on learning that Dutch was willing to move in. Sue had been worried for several years about Rosa after her husband died.
Rosa called in sick and the two women spent the entire day tidying up Rosa's place; and when Kathy bounced in from school they shared the news with her and cried happily all over again.
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It seemed to Dutch that Rosa was always willing to have sex. Not that she was insatiable, but just willing. For example, on Tuesday night they met after work and stopped at a fast food place to eat. Afterward he drove to a secluded part of a nearby park and parked the Volvo under the huge limbs of an old oak tree. Before he put he car in park Rosa's arms were around him, pulling him against her so she might kiss him. As his tongue entered her opened mouth, she was reaching for his cock.
"Mmmm, that's nice," she purred. "Can you take it out?"
"Why don't you take it out?" He replied and kissed her on the neck. She shuddered at the touch of his lips and fumbled with his zipper before undoing it and releasing his manhood. He felt the cool air from the air conditioner flow over his now exposed prick.
"It's so smooth," she said, still somewhat awed with his thickness. "Like velvet."
He loved the firmness of her grip and the manner in which her fingers literally trilled over his erect member as if she were playing the flute. On instinct, he darted his tongue into her mouth. They kiss began as a tender touching of lip and tongue, but rapidly grew in intensity as their passions soared.
Rosa had to taste him again and moved from his hungry lips, bend forward to take his rampant prick into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" She crooned as she bathed his prick in her saliva by laving the underside of it with her flickering tongue and then drawing into her mouth, making sure her lips covered her teeth, to suck on the bulbous knob as though it was a huge lollipop.
She giggled to herself as that very thought crossed her mind, then playfully popped his prick from her mouth to say, "Tastes great."
"Less filling too," he replied and groaned in pleasure.
The sound of her laughter trilled through the Volvo. "Oh, yeah, let's not forget that too!" And she accepted his throbbing shaft, almost devouring it in her haste to encase it deep inside her throat.
She sighed as she felt his hand reach into her blouse freeing a breast from its confinement in her lacy brassiere.
Rosa casually removed his cock from her mouth to say; "Dutch . . ." and he reached out taking her face in both his hands and kissed her again. She responded hungrily, her mouth mashed against his; their lips and tongues frantically exploring; their bodies molded together.
(Dear Reader: Some Pictures illustrating the action are available on request. Email me.) The allure of each to the other was hypnotic. Dutch used a hand to signal Rosa to climb into the back seat; and she demonstrated her athletic ability by easily vaulting over the seat and lay on her back as Dutch clambered into the back with her demonstrating far less agility than she had.
He did not resume the kiss as she had expected. Instead, he reached down and curled his fingers into the top of her jeans tugging them down below her hips. The knuckles of each hand grazed over her damp panties as he sought the elastic at her waist. His hand paused to bestow a gentle caress on her belly before moving lower.
She found herself gasping in anticipatory delight when his fingers began moving in small, wet circles. Rosa responded by raising her hips to him, taunting him, saying; "Want some of momma's pussy? Huh, big boy. Do you want this wet pussy?" At the same time she maneuvered her torso in a manner that kept her pussy from being exposed to him.
Dutch's reaction surprised her. Showing a great deal of patience and discretion, he let go of her, took her face in both hands and kissed her so lovingly that Rosa forgot her plan to tease him and simply leaned back in surrender, the jeans sliding down to her ankles with a minimum of wriggling on her part and with a flick of her foot, to the floor of the car.
The kiss grew more sensual, gradually increasing in its intensity until, with an animal-like savagery; he ripped her panties off with two violent jerks. The kiss continued unabated although Rosa swiftly guided his hand into the brief tuft of hair between her legs. As his finger explored the warm wetness therein, she managed to haul his shirt over his head. Then her lips nibbled over his chest, missing nothing.
He sank another finger into her swampy cunt and she moaned erotically. Demonstrating a remarkable ability to control her desires, Rosa seized her exposed breast and drew it across his nipple. It was tantamount to sticking her finger in an electric wall outlet, and with her last ounce of control she reached out and found his hardness again, tracing her long, lacquered nails along the veins of his throbbing prick which to Dutch felt like a feather tickling his rock hard appendage.
She ground her head into his shoulder and burst into a peal of raucous laugher as she realized the car was rocking in time with their movements. Then she was laughing no more as her body responded to the fingers plying her cunt. She was there and she knew it. Her back arched and she stiffened as the orgasm rushed over her.
They lay still, holding each other for several minutes before his mischievous fingers went to work in her coral colored cunt again. Almost immediately, she felt the rush of another orgasm about to overwhelm her and started bucking her hips convulsively, almost as if she were trying to dislodge his magic fingers from her center.
"God," he groaned into her ear revealing his frustration at keeping up with her, "slow down."
"I can't," she gasped. "C-can't! Ooooh, shit!"
She did diminish her jerking pelvis some, grinding her vulva against his hand, trying to stoke his rigid prick with one hand as the other sought and found her clitoris, further stimulating her.
Grateful that he was now able to continue fingering her, he moved his hand faster moving in time with her.
Rosa was trembling by now; she sucked in her breath and jerked her ass up off the seat losing her grip on his cock. She groaned at the loss of contact and reached about feebly, groping, frantically trying to capture his elusive prick.
She grew frantic knowing in mere seconds she would come. He could feel her trigger getting harder and wetter under his slippery fingers until she cried out, thrusting against his hand, her legs spasming and jerking around as through controlled by a puppeteer.
Rosa shrieked, "Oh, my God! Here I cum! Oh, Dutch! It's soooo good!"
He kept at her, the sweat pouring down his face as he did.
"Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Rosa groaned and bit her lower lip.
"I'm coming Baby! Ohhhhhh, baby, baby! Fuck me!" She couldn't believe the way her hips were thrusting to meet his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh, please . . . gimme that cock . . . . Oh, baby! . . . Please baby!" She cried plaintively.
"Ugh! This is unfuckinbelievable!"
Dutch was on top of her, leaning over, eyes closed. His biceps were bulging, as he guided his cockhead into her. He paused, took in a breath and held it as he pumped into her. She reached up with both arms and wrapped them around his neck and then let go falling backward onto the seat. She ripped off her bra and began rubbing her hard nipples with both hands as his cock made loud sucking sounds as it plunged in and out of her over-heated hole. He rode her hard.
He felt her wet-velvet muscles closing around him and slid his hand between their stomachs; felt her clit grow hard as he stoked her. She stiffened, even stopped breathing for several seconds, and then screamed loudly to gather need air into her empty lungs and then thrust herself down on him once more, crying out as she shuddered to yet another tumultuous climax.
She started to cry from the delirious joy of it all. "I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm coming again!"
Dutch gasped for air, "Jesus!"
"Great! Great! Your cock has a mind of its own."
They changed positions and now she was on all fours and he rammed it back up her slick hole as several other cars were parking nearby.
