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Doing Mrs. Hanson’s Yard

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It was hot as hell, and I still had three more lawns to mow. It was the drawback to making most of my summer money doing yardwork. Graduation was only a few weeks behind me, and college and its expenses loomed ominously over my head. Fortunately, I was going to a local school, but I still had a commute, and books were going to kill me.

Anyhow, I’d started early that morning, as soon as the dew was out of the grass, but after two yards already, it was just after noon and the sun pounded down.

I’d started getting my skin used to the sun as soon as I started in the spring. I’d start the morning with my shirt off, then after an hour or so, I’d put it back on, until I’d worked my way up to not needing the shirt at all. I know, sunscreen and all that, but I hate the feel of the stuff on my skin. Stupid, but there you go.

So anyhow, I was mowing Mrs. Hanson’s lawn, taking pains to get around all the stuff she had in her yard. Actually, I liked Mrs. Hanson. She’d gone to school with my mom, even though they apparently only knew each other to say “hi” in the hallway. They’d gotten closer after graduation, but my mom went to college, while Mrs. Hanson got married and had a family. My mom waited until she had a career well under way before she had kids, so while Mrs. Hanson had her kids around age 19, I came into the world when my mom was 31.

Mrs. Hanson had had it pretty rough, in that her husband got killed by a drunk driver while jogging, three months before their only son, Tim, died in a National Guard training accident. It had been really hard on her, but she worked through it, and now lived alone, on a fair pension from her husband, and I believe some kind of stipend from the army.

Even as a kid, I’d thought Mrs. Hanson was pretty, but as I got older, I started thinking other things about her, too. I’d spent several adolescent nights with deeply etched memories of her out on a towel in her back yard wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini. She’d managed to stay pretty much the same through all the years I’d known her, and while she’d decided to quit fighting time and let the light strands shoot through her brunette hair, she was still damn sexy.

I was mowing around her bird bath, when she came out of the house in cutoff denim shorts and a bikini top. She had a wide-brimmed straw hat on, which told me she was going to work in the garden. I found my eyes following that body of hers, to the point where I damn near knocked the bird bath over.

I had no girlfriend at the time: the girl I’d been seeing decided she wanted to be free to see other guys when she went to college, and didn’t want to be tied down by a high school romance. That just meant to me that I was free to drink in the sight of any woman I wanted, with no guilt whatsoever.

Mrs. Hanson waved at me. I noticed her tits jiggle just a little bit, and my cock jumped in my shorts. I’d had the hots for this woman since I was nine. When I was nine, I probably wasn’t thinking the things that were running through my head most times lately, but I do know she’d been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Even at nearly 50, she was still a fine looking woman, at least in my book.

Watching her body move was a favorite hobby of mine. Having her next door made that a treat I was able to partake of often, and during the summer, she tended to not wear a lot. When it was warm, it wasn’t unusual for Mrs. Hanson to spend all day in nothing but a bikini. Trust me, I’d noticed.

I just about ran over a budding rosebush when I kicked myself to pay more attention to the job at hand. The only thing was, when I offered to take care of her lawn those years ago, it was so I could be closer when she decided to venture outside on days like this.

Anyway, I got my shit together and got the lawn mown, while Mrs. Hanson tinkered around in her garden. Every once in a while, I’d glance over and catch her ass stretching the seat of her short cutoffs, or get a really great hanger shot as she leaned over and strained that lucky white bikini top.

Finally I was finished, and went over to the spigot to get a drink and cool off a little. Turned out that Mrs. Hanson had the hose out at the garden, so it was necessary to go there to get water. I could have gone home – it was only next door – but as I’ve indicated, I had it bad for this woman and had for years. If I was doomed to just surreptitious voyeurism and fantasy, then I’d take it for whatever I could get.

Mrs. Hanson straightened and smiled when I came over. I was a little disappointed, because she’d been bent at the waist, doing something, and I had a great view of her shorts pulling tight through the slit of her pussy. The crotch of her shorts was discolored from dampness, but I think it was from the heat more than anything else my overactive imagination could come up with. I *did* notice that her nipples were vaguely visible through the white material of her bikini top. If it was wet, it’d probably be as if she was wearing a soaked T-shirt. Regardless, my cock leaped to attention at the sight.

As I grabbed the hose and turned the water on, Mrs. Hanson looked around the yard and said, “Looks good, Duane. Great job as usual.”

I took a big gulp of water, then ran the hose over my hot head. God, but the cool water felt good. “Thanks, Mrs. Hanson. I about ran over your rose bush over there, but I think it’s okay.”

She chuckled a little, making her breasts jiggle again. My cock jumped a little more. “I’m sure it’s fine. You’re always careful, even if you do let yourself get distracted occasionally. And didn’t I ask you to call me Glenda? You’re getting too old to call me Mrs. Hanson anymore. Besides, it makes me feel old.”

I hadn’t been brought up that way. “I can’t do that. I’ve known you as Mrs. Hanson for all these years, I don’t think I can change.” Then it hit me. “Distracted? What do you mean?” A cold fear swept away the heat in my body at what she was implying.

Mrs. Hanson gave me a knowing smile. “I think you know *exactly* what I mean.” With that, she took the running hose from me and soaked her upper body with the water. As I suspected, the white material went nearly transparent, and her nipples stuck out almost as big as the end of my little finger. My cock stood full-mast in my shorts, and there was nothing I could do to cover it without bringing attention to the fact that I was hard.

There was no hiding my situation from the wily Mrs. Hanson, though. “I think *this* is your distraction. You like this saggy old body, Duane?”

I was cornered. I didn’t want to admit it out loud, I’d never even admitted it to *myself* out loud, and yet my body was betraying me as I stood there. Finally, I swallowed my embarrassment and decided to go for broke.

“It’s not saggy. It’s perfect.” There, I’d said it.

Mrs. Hanson smiled crookedly. “So you *do* like this old body, then?”

I decided while I was letting it all out, there was no need to hold anything back…

“I’ve been in love with you since the first time I met you. I wasn’t old enough, then, to know what it was, but now I am.”

She cupped her breasts in her hands. My mouth watered. “Surely you don’t have to settle for this ancient old thing. There must be *somebody* your age who does it for you.”

I looked deep into her eyes. Maybe it was the decisiveness of youth, but I stated, in no uncertain terms, “Not like you do.”

Mrs. Hanson laughed. “Do you have any idea what people would think if they knew?”

“I don’t care. Ever since the first time I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I still do.”

She lowered her hands. Her skin gleamed with a combination of sweat and the water she’d sprayed herself with. “You don’t know how long it’s been since a man spoke that way to me. Mr. Hanson called me beautiful all the time. Most of the time, I took it as the idle flattery any husband gives his wife. I didn’t realize how much I missed hearing it until he was gone.” She went away for a moment, her thoughts back to another time, another life.

When she came back, there was something new in her demeanor. Not wistful, as she’d just been, but a determination. “…And you have no idea how good it feels to hear it again. Tim was the only younger man who’d ever called me beautiful… Are you sure it’s me?”

I swallowed, then nodded. I hadn’t been called a pervert or gotten my face slapped, so I confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure.”

She thought a little bit. I felt both liberated and scared to death. Finally, I’d admitted feelings I couldn’t even really admit to myself all these years, and the notion that she might think it cute, charming or appalling chilled me to the very soul.

Mrs. Hanson reached out and touched my upper arm. It was the first time she’d ever touched me. The sensation was electric. “You want something colder to drink? I think there’s something in the fridge.”

Silently, I nodded in acceptance of the invitation. Mrs. Hanson smiled warmly and took my hand, leading me to the house.

I let go of her hand along the way, preferring to hang back and watch her gorgeous ass hypnotically sway back and forth before me. She held the door open for me, and I grabbed another glance of her stiff nipples.

Walking through the door, I drank in the sight of her breasts, barely contained and even more barely concealed beneath her strained bikini top. My hands ached to feel that soft roundness, but I managed to restrain myself with some effort and got inside.

The air conditioning felt cool against my sweaty skin, and a glance to Mrs. Hanson showed that it *really* had an effect on her wet top. Her nipples stood out even more in the cold air, but she made no move to cover herself. If anything, she pushed her chest out a bit more so I could get an even better look at them.

While I marveled, she went to the fridge and rummaged around. This offered me yet another great view of her awesome butt stretching those incredibly lucky shorts. By this time, I was sure she was just putting on a show for my benefit, but I sure wasn’t complaining. Finally, she straightened, pulling out two cans of beer. I wasn’t about to tell her I wasn’t old enough yet, or that I didn’t really like the taste of the stuff. If she was offering, I was accepting.

She turned and handed me a can, then took her own can and started rolling it across her upper chest, her head thrown back, as if in sexual ecstasy. “God, that feels good. I didn’t realize how hot I’d gotten out there.” I wanted to tell her she’d been hot before she’d even stepped outside, but wondered where this was going. My cock hadn’t softened one bit since she’d drenched herself, and this display was quite obviously for me, as well.

I put my can down on the counter and took a step closer. I reached for the can she held at the base of her throat and placed it next to mine. When my fingers touched hers, Mrs. Hanson brought her head up and looked me in the eyes. A smoldering lust burned in her gaze, something I’d never seen for myself before. My other hand slipped around her hip and pulled her in to me.

Our bare skin touched. My cooling sweat and hers mingled. My one hand settled at the hollow at the base of her spine, resting on the waistband of her cutoffs, the other snaked around and into her hair, sweeping off her straw hat and blindly letting it land wherever it landed. Her hands wrapped around my back.

She looked up at me, I looked down at her. My face lowered to hers and our lips made contact.

Never had I kissed a girl like I kissed this woman. There was an energy I couldn’t ever recall having encountered. It could have been her experience, it could have been my long-held desire, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I didn’t care.

Sometimes anticipating something is better than having it, primarily because you spend so much time fantasizing what it’s going to be like, that the real thing can never live up to the fantasy you’ve developed. This, for me, was far beyond anything I could have dreamt.

I felt one of Mrs. Hanson’s hands move from my back, then felt the strings behind her neck pull taut. They went slack again, and after another short time, I felt the thin material of her bikini top move. Stepping away a touch, it pulled free, and her bare breasts pressed into my chest. She then stepped back into me, mashing her soft tits against my body.

Her nipples bored into my skin, and while I longed to see, I couldn’t bear the thought of stopping what I was doing.

Finally, Mrs. Hanson backed away and took my hand. “Come on,” she whispered huskily. While I wanted desperately to kiss her some more, the glimpse I got of her naked tits led me on like the Pied Piper’s flute. At that point, she could have hauled me out naked in the middle of the local shopping mall and I wouldn’t have noticed or cared.

Along the way, I gathered my wits enough to say, “Maybe I should grab a quick shower. I probably stink from sweating so much.”

Mrs. Hanson replied, “Not on your life. That masculine scent drives me wild. How about me? You want me to clean up?”

Unless we could shower together, I wanted nothing to do with that. Besides, if she could take it, so could I. “No. I want you as you are.”

She grinned. “Good. Au natural it is.”

She pulled me into a room. Turns out it was her bedroom. While the rest of the house was pretty neat, this was something of a disaster. Not that it was *dirty*, but clothes were scattered all around, as if she’d simply taken them off and tossed them. There were skirts and pants and tops, but what really caught my eye were the bras and panties laying here and there.

Pulling us next to the bed, Mrs. Hanson knelt at my feet. She looked fucking sexy there, gazing up at me with that dark look in her eyes. I could hardly believe it when she reached for the button at the top of my shorts and undid it, then grabbed the tab on my zipper and zipped it down. Gravity did its thing and my shorts dropped to the floor. My cock strained against my boxers, a huge wet spot strategically placed where the head of my cock rested.

Mrs. Hanson seemed mesmerized. Her gaze locked onto that dark spot, and her face slowly moved in toward it.

I found myself moaning in anticipation. Mrs. Hanson opened her mouth as she came closer, but instead of pulling down my boxers, she turned her head slightly and latched her mouth over the wet spot on my underwear and my cock head beneath it.

God, what a feeling! I’d never had another person do anything remotely sexual to me. I almost got a handjob from a girlfriend once, but she chickened out before my pants were ever off.

Mrs. Hanson sucked at the head of my cock at the same time sucking the pre-cum out of the fabric of my boxers. The longer she sucked, the more excited she seemed to get. She was getting *me* pretty damn worked up, too.

“Mrs. Hanson, I’m gonna cum in my shorts if you keep up like this,” I panted desperately. I wanted to cum very badly, but I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do.

She backed away from what she was doing long enough to look into my eyes, give me a knowing grin and say, “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” She then tugged my boxers to the floor and took my cock completely down her throat.

I gasped at the sensation. My god, nothing I’d ever imagined could have felt this good! Mrs. Hanson stroked up and back on my cock, and I watched helplessly as it appeared then disappeared into her warm body. She may have been the one on her knees, but Mrs. Hanson was undoubtedly the one in charge here.

After a short while, she backed away long enough to ask, “I hope you’re not holding back? Give me everything you’ve got.”

Well, I sure didn’t need to be told twice. I relaxed and let my orgasm wash over me.

This cum was unlike any other I’d ever had. All the others had been by my own hand. This was almost too much to handle. Is it possible for something to feel *too* good? That was what this was like. An almost unbearable pleasure streaked up my spine, then back down again, concentrating in my lower body.

It felt so good, I was nearly crying from the intensity of it. I shot stronger than I’d ever shot before, all the while moaning and weeping tearlessly. It felt like all my energy was blasting out the tip of my cock and into Mrs. Hanson’s mouth.

When I stopped cumming, Mrs. Hanson stood up and pressed her lips against mine once more. I kissed her just as eagerly as the first time. This time, though, I could taste what I had to assume were the remnants of my cum in her mouth. I didn’t much care for the flavor, but if it meant the difference between kissing her and not kissing her, I could stand it.

God, I felt like I could kiss this woman forever. If nothing else beyond what we’d already done happened, I’d go through life a happy guy.

Mrs. Hanson obviously had more on her agenda, though, because she stepped back, our lips regretfully separating, and her eyes twinkled as she watched me. I saw her hands slide down her body and converge at the top of her tight shorts. A little deft work had the fly of them open, and she spread it wide. I could see smooth skin all the way from her belly button down to the base of the V her open shorts made. I was hypnotized by that intersection and could hardly wait to see what lay hidden below it.

Instead of pushing her shorts down, Mrs. Hanson’s hand reached out and lifted my chin so I was looking into her eyes.

I’d seen looks of passion in people’s eyes in movies, but those were just put-on, compared to the smolder I saw in the woman before me. I damn near came again when I heard and watched her lips say, “Your turn.”

It was necessary to hold myself back. I was desperate to see Mrs. Hanson naked, but realized I needed to take my time. I wanted this to be as good for her as she’d already made it for me, and to do that, I wanted it to last as long as possible.

Kneeling before her, I almost felt like I should start praying. However, when the hot, musky smell came at me from the open fly of her shorts, I knew I had to see this most secret part of the woman of my dreams.

My hands shaking, I reached up to the sides of her shorts and started tugging them toward the floor. Mrs. Hanson had a glorious butt, and when I pulled on the sides of her shorts, they hung up on the curve of her wonderful ass. I slid my hands a little more toward the back and pulled again. This time, the tight denim peeled away and descended.

I didn’t see the shorts hit the floor. I was instantly mesmerized by the sight before me. Sure, I’d seen pussies before, but those were in magazines and in videos and such. Also, I’d been gaping at *those* with buddies, so taking the time to really enjoy the sight was out of the question. Besides, the pictures couldn’t hold a candle to what met my eyes at that moment.

To say that I found Mrs. Hanson’s pussy beautiful would be a gross understatement. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. And the odor that wafted from it, a mixture of good, honest sweat and an aroma I’d never smelled before — I assumed it was the natural odor her pussy gave off when aroused — had me drooling to get in closer.

I’d heard of women shaving down there, primarily for wearing bikinis, which — as I’ve told you — Mrs. Hanson did often. Many of the women in those pictures and videos I’d seen had been trimmed, or shaved completely, but I loved seeing it first-hand. There was a neatly trimmed tuft of hair at the top of the seam that disappeared between her legs, but from what I could see, the rest was bare.

Well, I wanted to stay down there and admire longer, but once again, Mrs. Hanson took charge. She stepped away from me and held out her hand. “Time for that later,” she said, “now that we’re both more comfortable, let’s get comfortable on the bed.”

I let her help me to my feet, then watched her crawl onto the bed, her ass in the air, her swollen pussy lips exposed to my eager gaze. My mouth literally watered. I found myself just wanting to stand there and watch her naked body move, but when she laid back on the bed, I couldn’t deny that silent siren call.

Joining her, I looked down on my perfect woman. My cock yearned to bury itself into her, but I needed to maintain some control, or I was going to screw this up for both of us. My body shrieked for more than I’d gotten already, but I knew that if I took my time, it’d be infinitely better.

Kneeling there, I reached out and touched Mrs. Hanson’s face. Her eyes closed, and I knew she was going to just lay there and let me do whatever I was planning to do.

I traced my fingers over every inch of her skin, purposely avoiding the areas I most wanted to explore: breasts, pussy. I’d come to those when I was finished memorizing her curves with my hands. And what sensuous curves they were! For an older woman, Mrs. Hanson had managed to maintain a body most girls my age would die for. I wasn’t sure how much work she put into it, and it didn’t really matter, but the result was the perfection I was delighted to have beneath my exploring fingers.

Finally, I’d touched everywhere on her body I could reach, even as far as tickling the bottoms of her feet, and it was time to go for the good bits. Both hands slowly closed over her breasts, and I sighed at the same time she did. My hands completely covered each tit, with some to spare. I’d heard the “more than a handful is a waste” thing, but didn’t believe a word of it. I came to the instant conclusion that whoever came up with that statement was trying to convince themselves of something.

I marveled at how firm, yet how soft and pliable her breasts were. I was pretty sure they’d been firmer when she was younger, but they felt pretty damn good to me. Mrs. Hanson certainly wasn’t complaining, either. All while I’d been touching her, even before I homed in on her breasts, she’d been giving me little moans and sighs, letting me know I was doing something right. I was taking all my cues from her, because now that she’d placed her pleasure in my hands, I was going to pay as close attention as possible so I could do everything as well as I could.

When I pinched one of her outstanding nipples between my fingers, the gasp I received spurred me on to more. I took both nipples in my fingers and squeezed gently, and received some truly satisfying feedback. When I squeezed harder, the sounds got louder and deeper, and when I squeezed and twisted, her eyes flew open, her mouth gaped and she nearly sat up in the bed.

“Oh, god,” she panted. “Suck ’em, baby. Take ’em between your lips and suck as hard as you can.”

Well, I sure wasn’t going to pass up *that* invitation! Leaning over, I kept one hand working over one nipple while I lowered my lips to the other.

Mrs. Hanson’s back arched off the bed, and a grunt escaped her throat when I latched on and started sucking. I tasted the faint salt of her sweat as I teased her with my tongue, and when I finished one, I switched to the other. I was amazed at the stiffness and texture of her nipples, but what I liked best was the reaction I got when I did different things to them.

She really liked when I gently bit down, but once, I bit a little too hard, and she let me know. I was glad. I wanted this to feel good, not hurt.

On impulse, I locked my lips onto the round flesh of her breast, just below her left nipple and sucked as hard as I could. I’d heard of this before, I mean who hasn’t heard of hickeys? I’d never received one, thank god, and I certainly hadn’t *given* anybody one before, but I thought this would be fun. And I was putting it in a location that nobody would ever see unless she flashed her tits at them.

While I did this, I flicked and twisted and generally mauled her right breast, eliciting a lot of really hot sounds and making her writhe sensuously on the bed.

When I finally raised up, there was a nice red mark, about an inch diameter, just below and to the inside of her left breast.

Mrs. Hanson lifted her tit up and examined my work. She grinned. “We’re going to play *that* game, eh?” With that, she grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, locking her own lips to the inside of my right thigh. My balls rested against her cheek as she sucked, and I was surprised at the sensation the suction. It almost hurt, but felt pretty good. When she was finished, I had a mark on the inside of my thigh that pretty well matched the one I’d just laid on her.

She examined the hickey and stated, “There we go. While we’re marking territory… So much better than a class ring, don’t you think?” She then looked up at me with a glowing smile on her face.

I couldn’t have agreed more, but couldn’t find words, so I laid down next to her and kissed her again.

This time, when our lips separated, I kept kissing my way down her chin, to her throat, then down the valley between her breasts. I didn’t take time to nurse her tits, I had a lower destination in mind. I continued slowly kissing her skin, till I got to her belly button. For a little bit, I teasingly wiggled my tongue in that little indentation, eliciting a giggle and a squirm.

From where I was at that moment, I glanced down Mrs. Hanson’s body toward my goal. This was an amazing sight for me, to look down the smooth, gradual slope of her belly to that little trimmed patch of hair, and then nothing. I knew there was something beyond that, I just couldn’t see it from my present vantage.

The lure of what lay past that patch of pussy hair drew me toward the horizon of Mrs. Hanson’s lower body. I resumed kissing, leaving a trail of moisture from her belly button on my way to the treasure that lay before me.

When I reached her pubic hair, I nuzzled my face in the fuzz, basking in the feel of so intimate a part of her against my skin. From here, I could *really* smell the musky odor her crotch let off. While I’d never thought the smell of sweat was especially arousing, mixed with the dark, feminine aroma of pussy made this an erotic treat. I felt a big drop of pre-cum ooze from my cock head at my first up-close whiff of her crotch. My nose was filled with the smell of her. I could hardly believe how horny it made me.

From where I was, I could just reach the stiff, shiny little nub of her clit with my tongue. Without moving any farther, I extended my tongue and flicked the tip over the end of her most sensitive spot. I may have been young, but I’d done some reading, seen a few pictures and movies. I knew what I was looking at, and what I was supposed to do. I’d just never actually *seen* the real thing, never actually *applied* what I’d learned. I was finally going to get to try that stuff I’d heard about, read about, watched on the videos and seen in the pictures. I was pretty sure Mrs. Hanson wasn’t going to chicken out on me.

When my tongue touched her clit, Mrs. Hanson moaned loudly and her back arched up off the bed a little. It was a pretty good bet that I had plenty to learn, but at the moment, it appeared she was allowing me to do my own thing. I flickered my tongue out to tease her clit a few more times, receiving a similar reaction from her each time.

Unfortunately, I was as far as I could go from my current position. I gave her clit one more lick, then moved enough that I could lift her leg and wiggle under it. I let her rest her leg on me, then got myself in a position where I could relatively comfortably explore the newest, most exciting thing I’d ever seen in all my life.

To say I was fascinated would be a horrible understatement. As I’ve said before, until that moment, the only pussies I’d seen were in pictures and porn vids. To say I was interested would have been an understatement as well. This, of course, might make you think I was acting out of character for a guy my age – a virgin, mind you. You’re probably thinking to yourself, “This kid’s not acting like a kid anticipating his first real fuck. Nobody his age would be taking all this time.” Truth be told, the primary reason I was taking my time – I was dying to plunge my cock into this truly desirable pussy and cum – was that I was afraid after this one time, Mrs. Hanson would have second thoughts and that’d be it. So, to be honest, I was making sure I made the most of this one time on the off chance that it *was* the only time.

For several minutes, I just rested my head on Mrs. Hanson’s thigh and memorized her pussy. It was such an alien thing to my experience, yet it was gorgeous. Tentatively, I reached out and touched the folds, bringing up a moan from her throat. It was surprising how soft it was, sort of like the skin on my balls when they were hanging really warm and loose, yet this was swollen and apparently a lot more sensitive. I wondered at the shape of it, knowing from reading and studying that this was just the outside, and what it was guarding was just as mysterious and wonderful.

I wasn’t quite ready to part the folds and see what was behind them yet, there was still a host of exploration to be had on what kind of pleasure I could draw from her and me by playing with what met my eyes at the moment.

I slowly traced my finger around, first up the crease where her leg and crotch met, then up and over, through her pubic hair, then down the other side. Little by little, I let my circling finger move closer and closer, until I was caressing over the soft folds, until all that was left was directly down the center. I still wasn’t ready to penetrate inside, though.

Now that I was through with one finger, I lifted my whole hand and petted her pussy from top to bottom, marveling at the feel of it. I knew right then that I’d never get tired of this, knowing that by my gentle, curious exploration, I was giving my woman intense pleasure. Of course, I was enjoying myself pretty well, too, if my iron-hard cock was any indication.

Now, I haven’t said a lot about what Mrs. Hanson was doing while I was playing with her pussy. To be frank, she was going nuts. Even though I hadn’t done a hell of a lot yet, she was moaning and writhing on the bed, my tentative touches apparently feeling pretty damn good. If she’d been just laying there not doing anything, what I was doing would have still been interesting, but not nearly as exciting as her enthusiastic reaction made it.

Mrs. Hanson’s pussy odor still filled my nostrils and made my head spin. Now that I’d had some time to explore at least the outside of her with my hand, I thought I’d go a little further.

Bringing my face closer to her pussy, I extended my tongue and traced the same path I had with my finger earlier, following a similar pattern, until all that was left was a single lap up the middle. I’d caught traces the closer to her opening I got, but when I finally lined my tongue up to make that last single lick, I started my way from the bottom to the top, and scooped up a tongueful of her pussy juice.

Wow! I made it no farther. Instead of going that last couple inches to her clit, I stayed down lower and continued lapping up the fluid that oozed from inside her.

Mrs. Hanson could barely contain herself. Her body writhed sensuously and she moaned continually. For a first-timer, I must have been doing okay. Placing my lips right up against hers, I speared my tongue as deeply as I could get it. I found more of her slick, tasty pussy nectar inside, so I flicked my tongue around to try to get more of it.

Finally, Mrs. Hanson had had enough of me and my exploration, because she grabbed my head and guided it up higher, toward the hard, distended nub of her clit. Well, I’m no dummy, I could figure out what she wanted.

Smiling, knowing I was doing *something* right, I leaned my face in toward Mrs. Hanson’s clit and sucked it between my lips. The moan that came out of her throat was earthier than anything I’d ever heard before. She held my head in place with one hand while I watched the other go to her breasts and start pulling on her nipples. I continued to suck and nibble on her clit, treating it like I had her nipples earlier. I remembered what happened when I bit down too hard, and figured I’d better be extra careful down here.

Before too long, I was treated to my first experience of a woman’s orgasm. Her pussy got even slicker than it had been, her moans turned into a deep, gutteral scream of sorts, and if it hadn’t been for her hand holding my head to her crotch, I wouldn’t have been able to hang on while she came.

Well, I certainly felt a swell of accomplishment, and it was even more fulfilling knowing who it was I was giving such pleasure. It unfortunately ended too soon, and I found myself hoping I’d get the chance to try to make her feel this good again in the near future.

Eventually, Mrs. Hanson released her grip on my head, so I leaned back a little and laid my head on her thigh once more while I caught my breath. While I rested, I went back to my admiration of her pussy. It was a lot wetter than it had been, and the aftertaste of her juices lingered in my mouth, a delicious reminder of what I’d just managed to do for this gorgeous woman. The lips of her pussy were even more swollen than before, and I watched a few little pulses that I thought were probably orgasmic aftershocks make the muscles beneath all that beauty flex.

“That was amazing,” Mrs. Hanson finally panted. “You have no idea how long it’s been since my pussy was eaten so well. You sure you’ve never done that before?”

My eyes never left her beautiful cunt. “Never. I’m ready to do it again, though. I’ll do it whenever you want, for however long you want.”

Her leg lifted off my body. “Come up here and kiss me. I want more, and I think you do, too.”

I let my gaze drift away from the sight of Mrs. Hanson’s pretty pussy, then got up and lay next to her again. Our lips met once more. While we kissed, it was a pretty good bet that Mrs. Hanson could taste her pussy in my mouth, but she didn’t seem to mind.

After several minutes, we drew our faces away from one another and simply looked into the other’s eyes. God, I’d never felt this way with any of my girlfriends. It wasn’t the sex thing, although so far, it had been pretty fucking spectacular. I never, in my wildest imagination, ever thought I’d actually be where I was right now.

“Duane,” Mrs. Hanson asked after a little bit, “you ready to find out what it *really* feels like to be a man?”

When she spoke like that, I felt like a little kid again. It kind of hurt, but mostly scared me. Was she really asking me what I thought she was? I thought I was ready for this, but all of a sudden, I was a big bundle of nerves. Was I going to be able to hold myself back long enough to truly satisfy her? My cock was harder than it had ever been before, and it’d been drooling pre-cum for quite a while, so I knew it was ready, so why was I suddenly so apprehensive? I knew I wanted this, but some part of me really wondered if I was going to act like a man and not cum as soon as I got inside her. It’d probably be okay if I couldn’t control myself, but I hoped Mrs. Hanson would understand if I proved to be just another teenage virgin.

My mouth was dry, and I couldn’t manage words, so I just nodded. The look on my face must have been pretty comical, because Mrs. Hanson had a huge grin. When I started to get up, she laid back and spread her legs, lifting them up and putting her pussy on display for me.

climbing into that display, I felt my nerves get worse. My cock didn’t get any softer, but my heart pounded and I felt sweat beading on my forehead. For all my desire, I was surprised at how freaked out I was about this.

Mrs. Hanson could obviously see something in the way I was acting, because she comforted, “It’s okay. If you’re not ready, I understand.”

I had to confess. “Oh, I’m plenty ready. I’m just afraid I won’t be good enough.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll be fine. Trust me.”

I still wasn’t totally convinced, but her faith gave me a boost. I continued on, leading with my cock. It took a little doing, figuring out where I needed to be, but some fumbling around guided my cock head right into the smooth tunnel that it was meant to fit in. For a moment, I just knelt there, my cock head at the entrance to Mrs. Hanson’s pussy, unsure if I should go on. I shouldn’t have worried, because deep down, I knew I wanted to, and I was pretty sure Mrs. Hanson wanted me, as well.

“Come on, that’s a good start. You’re almost there,” she coaxed while I wavered on the edge. Mrs. Hanson was being really patient with me, and I was glad. “You don’t need to be shy with me. Please, Duane, fuck me.”

I’d never heard a woman say that, outside of a porn flick. My mom would never talk like that, at least not that I’d ever know, and I never guessed I’d hear it myself. I felt a wave of arousal fly through me at the sound of those words. “Say it again.”

Mrs. Hanson smiled up at me. She was wearing that knowing grin again. “What, you want me to tell you to fuck me again? You like that?” I nodded sheepishly. “Fuck me, sexy man. Fuck my pussy and fill it with cum.”

I damn near came, hearing her talk. Before the doubt came back, I shoved forward and buried myself in Mrs. Hanson’s pussy.

Holy shit!

My god, I’d never felt anything like this before! There is *nothing* on earth that could have prepared me for this! It’s no damn wonder guys cum immediately when they get their cocks into their first pussy. If I hadn’t cum once already, I’d have done just that. As it was, though, I had to stop dead before I moved my cock again, or I probably *would* have cum right then and there. There was no way for me to know what this felt like for Mrs. Hanson, but what I did know is that it felt fucking *fabulous* for me!

I stayed where I was, trying hard not to fall over the edge and just spurt out my life into Mrs. Hanson’s amazing pussy. Once again, the look on my face must have been priceless. “Like that, Duane? Now you know why men will do almost anything for their women. Don’t wait. Go ahead, I know you want to.”

She was right. I thought before that I’d do anything for Mrs. Hanson, now I knew it for sure. I started to pull myself out of her, and a moan dragged itself from my throat as I did. When I started back in, it was the same thing. Damn, how was I going to manage to last more than a couple strokes? Did it really matter? I didn’t want to look like a stupid, inexperienced kid here, but I’d probably already given Mrs. Hanson more than plenty of clues I was exactly that.

“Don’t hold back. You never have to hold back with me. Go ahead and cum. I want to feel that cock shoot its load in me. It’s been way too long since I felt a man cumming in my pussy.”

I couldn’t help myself. While I wanted to last, there was no way it was going to happen. One more in and out and I was shouting and filling Mrs. Hanson with my jizz. God, I thought it felt almost overwhelming when I came in her mouth, this was otherworldly! While I was losing my mind with pleasure, Mrs. Hanson cooed her encouragement to me with a satisfied whisper.

Finally, I was spent. I shot my last spurt into Mrs. Hanson’s accepting body and collapsed on her. In my post-orgasmic daze, I felt her arms surround me and caress my hair and back. My cock still throbbed in her grasping warmth, but there was nothing more to shoot. Maybe in a bit, but not at that moment.

While I lay there, gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my chest, I heard Mrs. Hanson say, “That was wonderful. It’s been too long since I felt a cock cumming inside me. How about you, Duane? You glad I was your first?”

I gathered enough energy to pant, “You have no idea.”

She laughed lightly, making my body shake. Then she stated, “I *am* going to have to breathe soon, though.” Wearily, I rolled off her, falling with a *thump* onto the bed.

Mrs. Hanson propped herself up on her elbow and placed a hand on my chest. “How was that? Everything you’d hoped?”

From my back, I gasped, “That was beyond words. I had no idea…”

“There’s more where that came from. It’s been too long since I had a man. Would you like to be that man?”

I suddenly had a burst of energy. Sitting up suddenly, I almost shouted, “Yes!”

Mrs. Hanson smiled. “Do me one thing, though…”


She got kind of serious. “Promise me that if you find a girl closer to your age who ‘does it’ for you, that you take advantage of it.”

This threw me for a loop. I responded, a little confused, “Um… okay.”

Mrs. Hanson reached out and cupped my cheek in her hand. Her look was dead serious. “Please.”

I knew what was happening. She was giving me an out, something I didn’t really want. However, what if, somewhere down the road, I *did* meet a girl who was around my age who I thought as much of as I did her? Would I be *able* to turn my back on her and go for the “younger” woman? I wouldn’t know until the time came, if it ever did. And if the day arrived that I had to make that choice, she was letting me know that it was okay.

I took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. “I will.”

For a moment, Mrs. Hanson examined my face seriously, then slowly broke into a grin once more. She then leaned over and kissed me again. “Until that day comes, you’re mine, though?”

Elation poured back into my body. “Absolutely,” I replied, my cock starting to awaken again.

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