“Do I make you want to touch yourself, Michael?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, “Very much!”
I grabbed my raging cock and began to pull it gently. A surge of pleasure raced through my body. My ball were aching for relief. I began stroking faster. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the orgasm approaching.
“It's making me hot to see you so horny for me,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want you to cum in front of me, Michael. I want you to spray your seed all over the floor. Do it now, Michael! I want to see how nicely you can spray!”
My cock bucked in my hands as jets of semen burst from my swollen tip. I had never come that hard before! My ejaculation sprayed on the bathroom floor in long white streaks. A final jerk from my penis sent a spurt of cum flying through the air and splattered on Mrs. Beecher's breast. Amanda took her mammoth breast in one hand and lifting it to her lips, licked up my seed with her tongue.
“Tasty,” she said with a malicious smile.
She stood up and kissed me, taking hold of my flaccid penis. She looked me straight in the eyes as she gently began stroking my cock. I could feel my dick hardening in her hand.
“Let's go to the bedroom,” she said.
I followed her, my cock still in her hand.
When we got into her room, she pushed me back onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and began kissing my neck, then my chest, and then took one of my nipples in her mouth. She bit it gently and my erection began throbbing. She slowly worked her way down my torso until she reached my dick, which was rock hard on my stomach. She let her tongue run down the length of my shaft and took my balls I her mouth. Then she licked the insides of my thighs, moving down my legs, and finally began sucking on my toes. I felt a thrill race through my body and I began to masturbate. But Amanda grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my cock.
“Not yet, Michael,” she said, “I want it somewhere else. Just hold on for now.”
She climbed back to the head of the bed and knelt over me, placing her legs on either side of my head. She slowly lowered herself until her pussy was mere inches from my face.
“Taste me, Michael,” she said breathlessly. “I want to feel your tongue inside of me!”
Mrs. Beecher moaned as my tongue explored the wet folds of her clitoris. I felt her legs clench around my head as I thrust my tongue inside her.
“That's it, Michael!” she cried. “Keep licking! I'm going to cum!”
Wet warmth filled my mouth as her fluids began streaming from her cunt. I licked them up frantically as I felt the orgasm rock her body.
“That's enough,” she gasped as she rolled off and collapsed on the bed beside me. “I want you to fuck me, Michael. I want you to fuck me hard!”
She spread her legs and I lined up my pulsating cock with her sopping pussy. This is it! I was going to put my dick in a real cunt! I had wanted to lose my virginity, but I had never dreamed I would be losing it to my Dad's boss's wife!
Mrs. Beecher moaned in ecstasy as I plunged my full length into her waiting pussy.
“Oh Michael,” she groaned, “you're stretching me wider than the Grand Canyon!”
I had never been so horny in my life! I thrust my cock into her harder and faster until her enormous breasts heaved and rolled on her chest with each impact. I felt her nails digging into my flesh as she clutched my butt cheeks with both hands.
“Don't stop, Michael!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling back in her head. “It's been so long. My husband doesn't bother to fuck me anymore! I didn't know it could still feel this good!”
My balls were tingling like they had been electrocuted and I could feel myself reaching the point of no return.
“I'm gonna cum!” I groaned.
“Do it!” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Fill my horny pussy with your hot load! Do it now, Michael!”
With a jolt, my cock erupted like a volcano, sending wave after wave of semen deep inside of her until it streamed down my shaft in milky white torrents. Amanda writhed in pleasure as another orgasm surged through the length of her body. My head swam with a kind of euphoria as my balls emptied into her warm soaking pussy.
I pulled out of Mrs. Beecher and collapsed onto the bed beside her. I was totally spent. You could have paraded a squad of naked cheerleaders through the room and I couldn't have gotten it up again. I lay on my back, watching the light from outside form random patterns on the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. Finally, Mrs. Beecher's voice broke the silence.
“Did you like that?” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Are you kidding?” I blurted out, “Why doesn't Mr. Beecher want to fuck you? You were great!”
Mrs. Beecher must have laughed for a full minute.
“Oh Michael,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath, “you really are a virgin, aren't you?”
***
It took me longer to finish the porch than I thought. I arrived bright and early the next morning to lay down the rest of the primer on the back porch, but Mrs. Beecher needed help with the pool filter, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on one of the reclining beach chairs and my dick was in her mouth. And the next day, something went wrong with her computer and she wanted me to take a look at it. I tried to fix it, but somehow I ended up watching in amazement as Mrs. Beecher's enormous ass swallowed my cock
