Chapter 6 - All good things...

Henry couldn't believe how amazing this all felt. It was ages ago that he had experienced anything like this, and he was so enthralled by this renewed experience, that he barely registered Samantha touching and exploring a specific region of his body with renewed interest. The reason for this renewed interest was simple; Samantha couldn't help but notice that Henry was becoming hard again. Given his age and the fact that he had just had an orgasm, Samantha hadn’t expected it, but she couldn't deny that the sight of his thick, engorged manhood was a turn-on for her.
 
Almost breathlessly, she started to beg him. She wanted his meaty dick, instead of his fingers. "Henry, I need you deep inside me," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want your old cock to wreck my young pussy. Please, let me ride you."
 
Henry couldn't resist the temptation of Samantha's request, and he happily agreed. She clambered back onto Henry's lap, lowering herself onto his big, hard member. She gasped as she felt it stretch and fill her, surprised by its girth. The old man couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he felt Samantha's wet walls gripping him, her tight muscles squeezing him in all the right places. He reached up and cupped her breasts, massaging them with his hands as she rode him. Samantha winked at him, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her body.
 
With a grin, she began to bounce up and down, at first slow, but faster and faster as she got into a rhythm that made her feel good. Her tits and long, wavy blond hair bounced along with her, and Henry couldn't help but marvel at her beauty and vitality, while their bodies became slick with sweat.
 
All in all, Samantha was surprised to notice that Henry was keeping up so well. She had had some hopes for her plan to help Henry be less lonely and getting something for herself out of it. But truth to be told, she had expected him to tire out quickly. And yet, somehow, he seemed to have a lot of stamina and was more than capable of satisfying her. They kept fucking, each lost in the pleasure of the other's touch, until they both had a shuddering orgasm.
 
As they lay panting and sweating on the couch, Samantha felt Henry's warm seed flowing down her thighs. She grinned and let herself collapse on his chest, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment. After a few seconds, Samantha lifted her head just enough to make eye contact with Henry. She couldn't resist adding a coy smirk and a bit of teasing to the afterglow of their intimate moment.
 
"You know, Henry, you're pretty good for an old fart," she said, grinning. "I have to admit, you're way better than my boyfriend. That stupid jock goes limp after one go, and here you are, still ploughing along. I think I'd much prefer to suck your old dick any day."
 
Henry chuckled and blushed at Samantha's frank words, feeling a bit self-conscious but also flattered by her compliment. "Well, I'm glad to have pleased you, dear," he said, grinning back at her. "I have to admit, you're a bit of a surprise yourself. I never expected to have such an amazing experience with a young woman like you."
 
Samantha grinned and snuggled up against him, feeling a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. "You're a sweet old man, Henry," she said, running her fingers across his chest. "I'm glad I could bring a bit of excitement into your life. And who knows, maybe we can do this again sometime."
 
To this, Henry gave a sleepy nod. They both couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion and contentment wash over them. They had both given and received pleasure, and they were finally spent. Giving in to their tiredness, they fell asleep on the couch, their bodies entwined, and their dreams filled with memories of their amazing experience.