Both Fred and Marily enjoyed the remainder of the party. Each of them had been reluctant to let the other go, to permit him to take another partner with the new drawing at lunch time, but they did. Marily was paired off with a man she had not noticed before, an older man, who was the medical doctor for the whole group.
Fred won Vivian. Even though he was not delighted with the prospect of her, she was with him. She talked, compared him to all the other men in the room, pointed out to anyone who might be listening all his virtues, his handsomeness, his frank and beautiful eyes, his tallness, his slimness of hip and verbalized her own desire to have those same hips grinding against hers.
Fred was embarrassed at first, then realized that no one was listening to her. She talked on and on, holding his hand, then releasing it and putting a drink in it and then holding it again, never stopping, never expecting an answer. Fred blushed deeply with one thought: that the only way to stop her talking was to fill her mouth with his prick. The idea jolted him. He had truly never had such a thought in his life and so he sat red-faced, looking at her moving lips.
Vivian knew what he was thinking. She liked the idea that it should make him blush. She talked on, but she pulled him off the couch and took him up the stairs to the bedroom. Once the door was closed, she stopped talking long enough to give him a hot burning kiss on the mouth, grinding her pelvis against his, then continuing with her monologue, "Age is not always a drawback, we learn so much as we grow older," she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest then to his back and said, "If what I think you were thinking is correct, you were right in your assumption and I want you to prove it to yourself." She kissed him again, taking his tongue into her mouth and her hands fumbled with his belt and then his zipper and his pants fell around his ankles, and she took her mouth from his, "And I've wanted you ever since the day you moved into the house across the hedge from me and help me take this off," she moved his hand to her bra strap and he unsnapped it and was surprised that she had such full, firm breasts, then laughed at the thought that her lungs would have to be bigger than anyone's, and she moved his hands to her skirt and that was gone and she led him to the bed.
"What beautiful, streamlined muscles, I like them all and I want to explore the whole of you and I'll stop talking and use my tongue for better purposes," and they were on the bed and she was forcing him down and she was on top of him, still going strong and she probed her tongue in his ear and took it out and "I like to make you squirm and your sex is already hard and good and it makes my flesh all goosebumpy and," she moved her mouth down his body and bit and talked and kissed and he squirmed under her and suddenly she was silent except for the quiet wet sucking noises she made with her mouth on the head of his prick. But not for long.
"Wonderful, wonderful," she murmured, kissing his balls and biting at the flesh just under them, then he felt her tongue probe into his rectum and he raised his hips up because the feeling was new and wonderful to him.
Vivian ate and talked her way back over him and kissed his mouth and told him he was ready and he mounted her and drove his hard rod into her and she gasped and didn't talk and he fucked her hard. He was surprised at her tight pussy, at her ability to use the muscles in it to suck his hardness deep into her and release it at her own desired speed and time.
Suddenly she had established the most erotic rhythm for the both of them and then they came, together, and Fred was happy, was satisfied with her and with himself. Surprisingly, she did not start talking immediately after, but rested silently, and her hands roamed over him, expertly, and when she did start talking it was unhurried and quiet and restful to him.