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Mrs. Hamlin just got home from church when I arrived. "Sammy, a woman likes to hear what a man wants. Tell me why you're here."

While I'd been jerking off all week, I'd fantasized saying. "I want to eat your pussy. I want to eat Mrs. Hamlin's pussy. Please, Mrs. Hamlin, let me eat your pussy."

Now, I blurted it out. "That's what a girl likes to hear. Come with me, Sammy."

"Have a seat on the bed while I get ready," she said once we got to her bedroom.

Then, like it was no big deal, Mrs. Hamlin got undressed right in front of me. I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't seen her naked before, but I thought she might be more modest. After all, she was a church going lady.

She took off her blouse and bra first. "I know how much boys like looking at titties," she laughed as she dropped her bra on the floor.

I stared. Of course, I did. They were huge, hanging there. While I stared, Mrs. Hamlin lifted her skirt and took off her stockings. She was wearing the old fashion kind: two separate stockings held up be a garter belt. I was shocked, she wasn't wearing panties, and she'd just come from church.

Now, I was staring at her pussy. My mouth was salivating and my cock was hard.

It was only then that she took off her skirt and got on the bed; legs spread. "Is this what you wanted, Sammy?"

I didn't hesitate. Afterall, I'd been looking forward to this all week. Once I was between her legs, Mrs. Hamlin pushed my head forward. "Sammy, a girl likes to hear that her pussy smells and tastes good."

I mumbled. My tongue was too busy to talk. "Nice and slowly. Lick my pussy, nice and slowly. It's not going anywhere. Sammy, my pussy's all yours. You can eat it as long as you want."

I didn't eat it as long as I wanted. After about twenty minutes my tongue started to get tired.

Mrs. Hamlin must have sensed it. "Come up here, and rest on my titties."

I could use the rest, but just so you understand, I wasn't done for the day. I just needed a few minutes.

Mrs. Hamlin stroked my hair. "You're doing much better than last time. It seems like you're really enjoying my pussy."

"I am, Mrs. Hamlin, I am. I hope you're not offended that I needed to stop."

"But just for a few minutes, right?"

I laughed. "Mrs. Hamlin, I don't have any way to compare, but I can't imagine that there could be a pussy tastier than yours."

"Oh Sammy, that's so nice of you to say. Now, rest for another minute or so. My pussy will be waiting."

I did rest, but not for long. My tongue could use the rest. My brain thought otherwise.

"Oh, Sammy, like that. Lick my pussy like a lollipop or an ice cream cone."

I spent much of the afternoon like that. When I wasn't licking her pussy or as she insisted, her sweet pussy, I was resting on those enormous titties.

It was the following week. I remember it like it was yesterday; it was Thursday. That was the day Mrs. Hamlin introduced me to her clitoris. "Right there, Sammy. Right like that."

Her reaction was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen or heard. Yes, I said heard. Mrs. Hamlin moaned loudly; then even louder as she had her first orgasm.

At first, her noises frightened me as if I was hurting her. That is until, "Sammy, oh Sammy, don't stop keep eating me. Keep eating my pussy. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oooh yeah."

It might have been her first orgasm since Mr. Hamlin died, but by the time I left, they were too numerous to count, if anybody even was counting.

I surprised Mrs. Hamlin by ringing her door bell early Monday morning. "Apparently, you didn't get enough yesterday," she laughed as she let me in.

"Umm, that was the most amazing thing. If it's okay with you, I'd like more."

"Now Sammy, by now we know each other pretty well. More what?" She giggled.

I untied the belt on her robe, "more of Mrs. Hamlin's sweet pussy." I kissed her on the neck. To be honest, except for those titties and her pussy, it might have been the first time I kissed her.

Two or three times a week throughout the summer, I rang Mrs. Hamlin's door bell. My technique and stamina increased with her encouragement.

You might remember that I'd rest when my tongue got tired. Now, the only time I stopped was when Mrs. Hamlin insisted that she couldn't have one more orgasm. Well, she couldn't have another orgasm for another fifteen or twenty minutes.

I never took off my pants nor did she ask me to. My cock was always hard, and as soon as I got home, I jerked off thinking of Mrs. Hamlin's pussy. Then as soon as my cock was hard again, I jerked off again.

I didn't see Sandy Phillips or any other girl.

However, two weeks before I was scheduled to leave for university in California, Mrs. Hamlin had another surprise for me.

I'd just finished massaging her clitoris with my tongue and she'd had a loud, bed rattling orgasm.

Whenever Mrs. Hamlin had an orgasm, which happened all the time now that I knew how to do her clitoris, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Usually, I let her regain her composure with my head resting on those magnificent titties or on her bush and pubic bone.

Mrs. Hamlin would let me know she was ready for more by pushing my head down.

Not today. "Sammy, I need your cock. My pussy needs your cock. Hurry, get your pants off."

I won't say I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't think there could be anything better than eating Mrs. Hamlin's pussy.

Fucking her was nothing like that one time with Sandy. It was like it was two completely different experiences. First, Mrs. Hamlin screamed with delight as I pushed in and out. "Yeah. Oh yeah, ooh yeah, Sammy keep giving me your cock. It feels so big."

With Sandy, it had been "ouch, ouch, ouch. Sammy, you're hurting me."

Of course, with Sandy, it lasted less than a minute; more like twenty seconds.

Mrs. Hamlin and I just kept going and going. Bouncing up and down on the bed. I had the biggest smile on my face. "You like fucking Mrs. Hamlin's pussy, don't you?"

Of course I did, but what came out of my mouth was not that. "Mrs. Hamlin, there's nothing better than eating your sweet pussy. I love eating your pussy."

She didn't say anything, but it seemed that those big hips and even bigger ass fucked me harder.

It was about fifteen minutes after I finished that Mrs. Hamlin brought it up. "Sammy, did you mean it when you said that there was nothing better than eating my pussy?"

"Your sweet pussy. Oh yeah, you know I could eat it all day."

"Would you like to eat it now?" She seemed hesitant.

At the time I didn't think anything of it, but later in life I was to learn that most men don't like to eat pussy after they've just fucked it.

It didn't occur to me, and I went down on her. I guess from all the fucking her clitoris was engorged. Her pussy was wide open and I could see my cum dripping out. I didn't hesitate. Her orgasms seemed to come one right after the other. "Did you mean it when you said you could eat it all day?"

"Of course. You know how much I love eating Mrs. Hamlin's pussy." She pushed my head back into that big bush. I didn't eat it all day, but it was one of the best pussy eating days of my young life. The fucking was good, too. Not as good as eating her pussy, but good.

It was just two days later that Mrs. Hamlin surprised me again. It was the first time we'd seen each other since we'd fucked. Thinking she might want to fuck again; I hadn't jerked off.

As she took off her negligee and got in bed, "Sammy, why don't you get undressed this morning." She smiled.

Me too. I mean, I smiled, too. Maybe she'd let me eat her sweet pussy before we fucked.

Once in bed and naked, Mrs. Hamlin reached for my cock. "Sammy, Mr. Hamlin was the only man I'd been with until you. He was a good fuck, but I must say, I've never felt anything as big as what you gave me. I couldn't imagine that they got that big."

Of course, I had no idea what she meant. I had nothing to compare. In the communal showers at school no one was hard. Sandy Phillips said it hurt.

Then Mrs. Hamlin went down on me. Like always, as soon as I knew I was going to see her, my cock got hard.

"My God, Sammy, is that real?" She was holding it perpendicular to my body and it was standing straight up. She slowly slid her hand up and down my shaft.

"Bear with me, Sammy. I haven't given a blowjob since Mr. Hamlin was alive."

Like fucking and eating pussy, I had nothing to compare. Having my cock sucked by Mrs. Hamlin was the greatest thing, except for eating her sweet pussy.

She licked, sucked, teased, ran her tongue around my circumcised cockhead and finally made me cum. Like I said, I hadn't jerked off in a while. I shot three big loads in Mrs. Hamlin's mouth. She swallowed it all. "Sammy, you have one big cock. It must be eight inches long. I wish you weren't going away to school. I'd love to blow you again and again. Would you like that?"

Of course I would, but that's not what I said. "Mrs. Hamlin that would be great, but I'd really like it if you let me eat your sweet pussy."

"You're such a nice boy. Sammy, from sucking your cock my pussy is juicy. Would you like to lick up all my girl cream?"

A silly question.

TO BE CONTINUED

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