Tim stood in Dawn’s kitchen, his shorts and underwear still pooled around his ankles.  His massive cock — “Timber”, as Dawn had just christened it — still glistening with her spit, still pointing at better than horizontal, with the remaining drops of his explosive first load just drooling from its tip.  His face was flushed crimson like his hair. His eyes were wide with disbelief at first, then ha had a look of raw lust as Dawn slowly lifted the hem of her short sundress. On seeing her half-naked, blood again rushed into his 18-year-old cock, bringing it back to throbbing full hardness again.

He could not look away from the neatly trimmed landing strip of soft auburn hair above her glistening pussy lips. Her inner thighs were already shiny with her arousal, dripping from her, from seeing and then tasting and feeling Timber throb and pulse in her soft lips, catching all his abundant cum but the initial rope of semen that had struck the bridge of her nose.

The scent of Dawn’s excitement filled the small space between them.

“You like what you see, Tim?” she purred, voice low and dripping with need. “This is my favourite little bush” as she lightly fingered it. “It’s been so neglected while my husband’s away. Think you can handle it?”

Tim swallowed hard, his huge dick twitching visibly in the air. “Y…yes, Dawn… I… I don’t really know how, but I want to. I want to so bad!”

“I think you can handle it,” she said with a wicked smile.  Her hand took his, guiding it down between her legs.  She pressed his long fingers against her soaked slit, so Tim could feel for himself, for the first time, how excited a woman can be.

 “Feel how wet I am for you? That’s what your big cock did to me. Now get on your knees, lawn boy, to have a really good long look. Time for your next lesson.”

Tim dropped down, his tall frame folding until his face was level with her pungent pussy. The scent was intoxicating — sweet, musky, feminine, something totally new to Tim, something he would remember, and forever crave, from that day forward.

Dawn widened her stance, lifted one leg to support it on a nearby chair, opening herself completely to him.  Her swollen lips parted, and Tim caught his first glimpse of something that had been a mystery to him. 

“Start by licking.   Softly… slowly… Use that tongue like you’re tasting the sweetest thing you’ve ever had.”

Tim leaned in, hesitantly at first, then he dragged his tongue tip up her wet slit. Dawn moaned loudly, her hand going to the back of his head, fingers threading through his red hair. 

“Ohhh yes! Just like that! …  A little stronger now … mmm, good boy!”

Encouraged by her praise, her mewling, her sweet taste, her guiding hand gently massaging his scalp, and the way her hips were already grinding against his face, he sgrew bolder. He licked and sucked on her lips with increasing hunger, his inexperienced but enthusiastic tongue exploring every fold, trying his best to remember each moment, what elicited the loudest of Dawn’s moans, what seemed to be working the best, and tasted the best. When he gently sucked Dawn’s swollen clit between his lips, Dawn’s knees almost buckled.

“Ohhhh FUCK!! Right there, Tim!   Don’t stop… you’re a natural!”

Her juices started flowing abundantly, coating his chin as she rode his face, using him shamelessly. Tim was in heaven, sensing he had discovered a new superpower. Pussy was going to be on the menu for him from then onward.  Timber was throbbing, painfully hard, leaking several drops of pre-cum onto the kitchen floor.

Dawn could tell she was going to come very soon if she let him continue delivering oral, but she needed something else first, desperately.  She also knew Timber needed it too; Timber deserved to be finally where it was destined naturally to be, where its huge stiff handsomeness could do for her what it was naturally built to do.  

Pushing Tim’s head away gently, Dawn’s eyes were glazed with lust as she panted, “Stand up. I need that big cock deep inside me!”

She turned around quickly, bent over the kitchen counter, and hiked her sundress up over her ass. Reaching back, she spread her cheeks, showing him her dripping pink hole.

“I need your cock!  Put it in, Tim! Fuck me! Give me every inch of that Timber monster!”

Tim stepped forward, his hands trembling as he gripped her hips, realizing with some trepidation it was his first time, ever. The head of his eight-inch cock nudged against her lips, tentatively feeling the heat and abundant moisture spread over his tip as he fumbled the head between her wet lips. He pushed forward slowly, groaning at the incredible heat and grip on his cock head as it penetrated just a couple inches into what he hoped to be the right opening, until just his crown was sheathed in her pussy. He gasped at the feeling of perfect wet warmth that engurfed the head.  “Oh my god!…” he gasped.  It felt a hundred times better in her hot wet love tunnel than his hand ever could.

Dawn pushed back impatiently, taking another half of his length in. “All of it, baby. I can take it. Fill me up!”

With a deep thrust, Tim buried himself balls-deep, feeling the tip of his cock just touch her cervix. Dawn cried out in pleasure, her pussy clamping tightly around his massive girth as she felt her first orgasm was imminent. Tim started slow, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. As he got used to how to move, he slowly picked up the pace.

“Yes! Harder, Tim! Fuck me like you mean it!”  Dawn loudly moaned her encouragement, until he was pistoning her rapidly, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. 

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. Tim’s shyness had totally melted away as pure instinct took over. He pounded her relentlessly, one hand reaching forward to grab her tit while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.

Dawn came first, even before Tim had reached full speed.  Orgasmic wave after wave crested, so many times Dawn stopped counting any more. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, as the waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. She screamed his name, her juices squirting down his balls and thighs.

Dawn’s blowjob had fortunately made it possible for Tim to last, long enough to give Dawn a really good fucking, but not even he could prevent the inevitable. “Dawn… I’m gonna…UUhhh!! I’m gonna come!”

“Inside me!” she demanded, still shaking from her climaxes. “Plant that seed, lawn boy!”

With guttural groans, Tim slammed deep. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse, far more cum than his first load. He kept thrusting, pumping every drop into her until it was leaking out around his shaft, down his balls.

Feeling the final cascade of pulsations, they came to rest, locked together, his cock fully impaled, while their breathing slowed from heavy panting, back to sighs of after-glow.

Dawn, now leaning heavily spread out on the cool countertop, turned her head back to smile at Tim with a satisfied, filthy grin. “That was just the warm-up. You still have the front yard to do.  I will be demanding thorough service every time you come over, from now on.”

She let him step back, feeling his still semi-stiff cock plop free, shiny and drenched with their juices.  She turned towards him and reached up to put her arms around his neck so she could pull herself up off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as Tim grabbed her by the ass to hold her up.  With a little rocking, Dawn had his cock sliding over her wet lips until the tip was again just slipping into her hot snatch, again captured right where she wanted it.

“Now, how about you carry me upstairs as I ride your beautiful cock? I want to ride on top of it until you fill me up again.”

“Yes, ma’am… Dawn.  I’m not sure I’ve even got some more seed to plant.”

“We have time.  You will have lots of seed to give, when I show you all the ways and places to plant it!”