I was 13, 6' tall, (my Dad had been 6'5") crazy thin, and because of the showers after gym, I knew I had the biggest cock in my middle school - even at 13 my dick was 8" - I would end up with 10" when I got older. It was also the age I was diagnosed with HSP - Hyper Sperm Production - also known as Hyper Spermia.

It started when I began to have aching balls. It would begin with a dull ache, then really start to hurt, feeling swollen and tender. We went to the doctor and because my Mother was aware my Father had it as a boy, it was diagnosed quickly. Hyper Spermia is when the testicles produce sperm at an incredibly high rate - constantly. The only way to abate it was to masturbate frequently to relieve the testicles of the sperm it had produced.

It's a medical condition that lasts - usually - from 13 to 17 or so. A few, a little longer, others not quite as long. Besides the aching, the amount of sperm that was ejaculated was far, far greater than that of a full-grown man. The average man ejaculates roughly a quarter of an oz of sperm. Me? According to the Doctor, 2 oz or more... or the equivalent of an overflowing shot glass. It wasn't unusual for me to masturbate 10-12 times a day, if needed. I could make it through the night, but when I woke up, the first thing I did was masturbate in bed. Then go take a shower and masturbate again. I would shoot 12-15 strong pulses, not squirts, but long, thick ropes of sperm. If I wasn't turned on, it was tough, because I still had to masturbate to relieve the ache, and when I was turned on, it was easy to cum, but it put my testicles into overdrive, causing over production again.

I have been known to masturbate five times in 30-40 minutes, at which time my balls were really empty and the whole process would start over again. Usually, during the day, it's every couple of hours, longer if I absolutely have too. At night, the body rests, like when you have a bad cold but you go all night without coughing. My Mother is fully aware and we've made room at the house for me to do what I have to do and for her to still function. I see the doctor every couple of months to see how it's all going.

But, anyway...

It was the first day of summer, my Mom left for work and I had the day to myself. We lived in a semi-rural area, and I rode my bike down the road seeing who was available for fun that day. Jimmy Rock was at summer camp for a month, Clay Timmons, it turned out, was on vacation with his family for three weeks and George Benner was staying with his Aunt at the farm for the summer. So basically, after about an hour of riding around, I ended up back at my house alone.

I had already masturbated three times.

It was 10:30 when I walked out into the back yard, figuring to sit under the tree and read a comic book when Mrs. Trill came out of her home and walked to her backyard patio. She waved, smiled and yelled out "Hi, Johnny!" As she walked, her high heeled open toed shoes clacked on the patio stone.

I stood and stared. Mrs. Trill, 44 years old and a widow since she was 36 was every school boys dream. She was 5'2", with curly brunette hair with bangs and summer sun highlights that framed her face perfectly, a curvaceous body, and double D tits that were the focus of every boy's fantasy. She was wearing a dark brown bikini that perfectly matched her sun glazed skin tone and hair. She was preparing to lay on her lounge chair to sunbathe. Her voice had a sexy, raspy, whiskey-soaked sound to it, deep and husky, and her smile was amazing, with plush lips and hazel eyes. Suddenly I was aware of how much she turned me on.

I yelped back "Hi Mrs. T... nice day out!" My voice cracking.

She smiled and called me over, waving her hand at me. I walked the 75' or so across my yard to where she had just sat down on the lounger. She was wearing a little towel around her waist, like she was on an island somewhere, and the top of her bikini appeared to be a couple of sizes to small! My God! Her tits looked like they were unruly children trying to escape the bra top. Her boobs were spilling out the sides and the bottom and were just... amazing. She was saying something, I'm not sure what, as I was focused on her tits, when suddenly I realized she had stopped talking. I quickly looked up at her face... she was wearing a scolding little smile as I became painfully aware, she had caught me staring at her boobs.

"Oh... I... "I stuttered hard, my face rushing a bright red. "I'm sorry... I didn't... um... sorry..." I was squirming.

She smiled at me then, shushing me, and leaning towards me, looking up she said conspiratorially, "It's okay, Johnny." I didn't quite comprehend the words that had just come out of her mouth. "Look, I know how it is with young boys like yourself. It's alright if you look, I don't care," she mused as she leaned her head back and shook her mane of hair, jutting out her breasts. "Men have been looking at my bust for years, just don't ever let your Mother catch you looking at girls like that, she wouldn't like it."

I nodded numbly. "Okay... yes ma'am." I didn't know what else to say.

"And," she again looked up at me and said, nonchalantly, "Please don't ever tell your Mom I told you it was alright to look at my boobs!" She laughed lightly, "deal?"

"Yes, ma'am. Deal," I replied, feeling a little dizzy.

Her phone rang then and she picked it up. "Oh, Hi Maizie!" She looked at me and pointed at the phone... it was my Mom. I froze. "Yes, actually he's in your backyard, under the tree reading a comic book. I just came out for a little sun." I couldn't help but stare again at her wonderful cleavage... big and soft and round. "I'll feed him a sandwich at lunch... no problem... yes, I'll tell him. Alright Maizie, take care, have a good time!"

I continued to stand there. "Wow, you really like how they look!" I was startled once again into the realization she had caught me looking again!

"I... um... I" I stuttered some more, uncomfortably.

"Johnny, lord, it's alright!" She laughed lightly, like I was being silly. "Here... go ahead and look... go ahead!" She leaned back on her hands, her shoulders back, her bust thrust forward, she was urging me to look at her tits. She rocked her boobs left and right once or twice and laughed, "See, it's not a big deal... okay? Trust me, you're a normal, 13-year-old boy."

I nodded without saying anything, my face beet red and hot as the sun. I wanted to melt into the ground.

"That was your Mom, obviously, she wanted me to check on you since this is your first summer without supervision." She pulled her hair up in a loose, messy doo that allowed a couple of ringlets of hair to fall to either side of her pretty face. "In a little bit I'll make you lunch, and she wanted you to know she was tied up at work and wouldn't be home till late. So, you are to stay in this evening till she gets home."

"Oh.. okay." My Mom and Mrs Trill had become good friends as both had husbands who had passed. My Dad died of a heart attack when I was 3. The two of them were both widows, single and just doing the best they could. Mrs. Trill's husband left her a sizable insurance plan and she would never have to work again. My Mom had just gone back to work in the spring, when I became 13. She was antsy staying at home and wanted to work. Those days that she had 'to work late' were really code for the fact she had a date. She never said that, and never brought home men, but it's what I thought.

"Now, the reason I called you over, was to ask you to put some suntan lotion on my back." She was wiping the lotion all over her body now. Her tummy, her legs, those thick thighs, her arms and such.

"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled.

"Okay, hold on, let me get everywhere else before I turn over." I stood and watched as she basically oiled herself up. Her dainty hands moved up and down her legs, inside her thighs, her ribs, she tilted her head back and rubbed lotion on her throat... then... she looked right at me, smiled, winked conspiratorially and said, 'Okay, now you might want to watch," and she poured lotion over her tits and began rubbing it in. I was frozen. She smiled slyly, pushing her fingertips into her cleavage, up the exposed sides and down into her bikini top.

I thought I was going to faint.

"Okay... now you can do my back!" She turned over and lay face down on the lounger and handed the bottle back to me over her shoulder. She pulled up her hair to keep it out of the lotion. "Undo my bikini top before you lotion me up."

Her sexy, throaty, raspy voice was mesmerizing. "Um.. you, you, you want me to undo your top?"

"Yes, silly! I don't like tan lines... go ahead."

Our two houses were together, but there wasn't another home for about two blocks. No one could see us. I was shaking as I reached out and fumbled with her bikini top, and finally, after what seemed like forever, it came undone and her boobs, pressed flat underneath her, bulged out. I became acutely aware I had a hard-on, not tented as I was wearing jeans, but hard as a rock, none the less.

I poured some lotion out and began to rub it into her warm, soft skin. I did her back and her shoulders, but I didn't' venture down her ribcage. No matter what she said about looking, I was pretty sure my fingers getting close to her boobs was a far cry from "looking" and was a whole lot closer to "pervert." It would certainly get me smacked and my mother would be told.

She sighed softly, turning her head, letting her hair fall, her eyes closed to the sun. "That's nice. You have soft hands." She said it in a matter-of-fact way, without any seemingly subtle inflection.

When I finished, I said, "All done."

She mewled softly "Be a sweetie and get the backs of my thighs too. I couldn't quite get them."

I didn't respond, my cock was raging and my balls were aching, and I had never been so turned on and so scared in my young life. I moved down the lounger, her towel now removed, her ass was tight in her bikini bottoms. I gulped audibly.

"Okay," I croaked. I poured some lotion in a thin line down the backs of her thighs and calves and gingerly began to rub and smooth the lotion in. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Slowly she spread her legs, "Get inside my thighs too Johnny, otherwise if I burn there it will really hurt whenever I walk."

My hands were literally shaking like the last leaf of autumn in a windstorm. I delicately did as she asked, and then I saw something that turned me on even more, if that was possible. Some of her pubic hairs had escaped the bikini bottom and curled against her inner thighs. I coughed, trying to clear my throat as I rubbed her inner thighs and stared at those dark brown curlies, knowing her pussy was right there at my fingertips.

I jumped when she suddenly said "Okay sweetie! Thanks, that will do!"

She turned her head back away from me and began her sunning session. I went into my house, up to my room and looked down at her laying there while I masturbated to a huge orgasm, spurt after spurt of thick white ropes of cum, my aching balls relieved... for the moment. I cleaned up and went out to my tree and pretended to read my comic book, all the while my cock throbbed and twitched in the crotch of my jeans as I thought of her tits and her perfect, curly pubic hairs - and the sparkly, buzzing feeling began again in my balls.

About 20 minutes later the sun ducked behind some clouds and it looked like it might start raining. Mrs. T didn't move. Maybe she was asleep? Quickly, dark clouds rolled in and as I stood up, ready to walk over and wake her to the coming storm, it began to rain. Hard. I started to run towards her just as a huge thunderclap broke over our heads. And then, startled by the sudden cold rain and thunder awakening her, she jumped up off the lounger... her bikini top still laying there, as I ran up.

Her tits were stunning. Big, soft, round, bouncing, with tiny little aureoles, but nipples like thimbles!

I ran up just as she stood up and she screamed, giggled, then tried to cover herself, one arm covering her tits while her hand flew to her mouth in surprise! I just stood, soaking up the rain, staring. She quickly grabbed her top, holding her breasts with one arm, as she yelled to me to follow her.

We both ran to the back of her house, water already puddling on the concrete from the sudden deluge. We stepped inside the back door and stood for a moment, breathless, slightly confused and wondering what the heck just happened.

"Oh My!" She gasped, her hair looked like she had just stepped out of the shower and her face was dotted with water. Me? I was standing there shivering, soaked, wondering how she was able to hold her tits so they didn't escape her grip.

"Okay... just stay right there for a minute," she said, pointing at me like a teacher telling a student to sit down. We were in her downstairs den and she quickly walked across the carpet to the laundry room and in a minute, she returned dressed in a fluffy, white robe that was tied at the waist and only covered her to just above her knees. She tossed a towel to me and then held out another robe, opened to give me some privacy, turned her head and said, "Okay, let's get you out of your clothes so I can throw them in the dryer."

"Get undressed?" I asked, my voice squeaking, my balls churning, the dull aching starting.

"Yes John, c'mon, get undressed, dry off with the towel, put on the robe and we'll sit on the couch and watch a movie till your clothes are dry."

"Okay...I... um... alright." I did as I was told, but I have never been so nervous in my life. I turned away from her so she wouldn't see my cock, now flaccid from the rain and commotion. I quickly dried myself down and then backed into the robe, pulling it tight around me.

"Well, that was exciting!" She said as she walked over to the couch and plopped down, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. I stood for a moment, she looked at me, smiled and patted the couch next to her. "Come on over here."

I walked over, making sure the robe was closed tight, and sat down next to her. Her robe was loosely fitted and hung dangerously close to exposing her boobs. Being I am about 10" taller than her, the robe I had on barely made it to the middle of my thigh.

As she changed channels, we sat in silence. I was on her right and her right leg was crossed over her left and the robe kept falling open away from her legs. She kept pulling the robe closed and 30 seconds later it would all open again, exposing her naked leg up to her hip. I was uncomfortably aware I was getting excited again. I kept trying to look away and concentrate on the tv, but it was near impossible, and I kept thinking... this can't be real!

She finally settled on some old movie and once again her robe fell open on her legs, this time she didn't immediately close it, and I was left with the full view of her gorgeous, thick thighs. My reverie was interrupted by her voice.

Without looking at me, she almost whispered, "You won't tell your Mom what happened will you? That I jumped up without my bikini top?" I could tell she was actually a little concerned at the thought.

I quickly responded, "No, Mrs T, no... I... I would never do that!" And I meant it.

Her head dropped a little as if she suddenly relaxed. "Thanks... I appreciate that." She picked up the robe and closed it, now crossing her left leg over her right and turning to me, her right arm moving to rest on the back of the couch behind my head. Her robe fell open again, this time on top, and her tits were only slightly covered by the material. "I really like your Mom and wouldn't want to do anything to upset her." She left the robe hanging open loosely as she talked, watching me watch her boobs., her eyes bright and lusty. She reached out then, touching my shoulder, "Thanks."

"Yes ma'am," I said softly, looking away quickly.

We watched tv for about 10 minutes, me side-eyeing her boobs and legs as she kept adjusting the robe. She caught me looking several times and would smile softly, still looking straight ahead, which felt like she was giving me the go ahead to be a lecher.

We watched tv in silence, but after about 20 minutes more, her head dropped down to her chest and she fell into a mid-day nap. I looked at her with lust. She was so pretty, and more importantly, cute. The way her hair framed her face was sexy. And her body. Oh my god... her body.

Now that she was sleep, I was able to stare, unafraid of being caught - even though she said it was okay. Her robe was open on her legs, I could just see a wisp of pubic hair at the vee of her thighs. The robe was tied, but had ridden up to her tummy, exposing her legs, all the way to her hips. Her buttock was curvy and soft. I couldn't believe my luck.

Letting my eyes run up her body, the robe was now sagging open completely. Her pendulous breasts were there for me to look at. They were soft and hanging, but not in a bad way, but a sexy, soft, natural way. Now I could see her areole clearly, the size of a quarter, and her nipples, thick and round like a thimble, jutting out, not hard, but puffy.

I kept staring, wanting to reach out and touch them, hold them, caress them, squeeze them. Would she moan? Were they sensitive? How big would her nipples get?

As I sat there, in my own little world, I didn't notice her awaken. Her breathing changing as she woke up. And then I felt it, her being awake, and with trepidation at being caught like a peeping Tom, I slowly looked up at her face.

Mrs T wasn't looking at me. She was awake, but she was looking down at me... well down at my... legs? I looked down where she was looking and to my utter embarrassment and humiliation, my own robe had fallen open and my 8" cock was at full staff and twitching violently with my excitement.

I was suddenly aware that my balls were sore, hurting.

I gasped, frantically covering myself. Feeling like a complete sex fiend, a dirty little boy, I turned away, my face red as a tomato and with the thought my Mother would find out hitting me like a hammer, I'm sure I had a look of terror and pure embarrassment on my face, while at the same time apologizing and pleading to Mrs T.

"Oh.. I'm sorry Mrs T... I'm sorry..." I bent forward, covering myself, as I scrambled to keep my cock covered. "So sorry, I couldn't help myself!" I moved away from her, my head down, my face glowing red like an ember. "Please don't tell my Mother! Please!"

I felt the couch cushion move as she suddenly stood up and came around in front of me. I full expected to get slapped and scolded and told what a dirty, creepy kid I was. She had told me it was okay to look, fair enough, but this was different. She was asleep and I had a hard on. I was disgusting.

Now she was right in front of me, but I couldn't look at her. She knelt then, at my knees where I sat, so she could look me in the eyes. "No, Johnny! Oh, no, sweetie! You didn't do anything wrong!" She reached out and took my face in her hands, gently, turning me to her. "It's okay, sweetie! It's okay! I'm not going to tell anyone anything! You couldn't help yourself!" Her face was filled with compassion and worry.

My fears very slowly abated and I gasped and tried to catch my breath as I regained some of my composure. I still had my hands in my lap, holding the robe closed and pushing down on my hard cock, which still wouldn't go away. "You won't tell her?"

"No, Johnny, it's alright." She moved her hands from my face to my knees, steadying herself, the touch of her hands to my bare legs was electric. Now she looked down at my crotch, her eyes bright and shiny and excited, "You don't have to be embarrassed that you got excited... it's the most natural thing for a young boy like yourself!"

I stared at her face, which was focused on my hands covering my cock. I glanced down at her tits, realizing suddenly that they were completely exposed, her robe hanging wide open. My balls jumped and my cock twitched, and I winced with the discomfort of my bulging orbs.

"Are you still... hard? Excited?" Her voice was low and breathy. She glanced up at me with a flushed face, expecting an answer.

I nodded in the affirmative.

"Okay, sweetie, it's alright. Let me take a look at it," she whispered. "It's my fault it's that way now." Her hands slowly moved up my thighs as she watched my face with excitement at what my reaction would be. Her hands were now under the hem of the robe, moving up my thighs. I let go of my robe and moved my hands to my side, still staring at her face, as she moved within inches of my rock-hard cock.

I felt like passing out... it was hard to breath, my eyes seemed fogged over and then her fingers gently grasped my cock, encircling the shaft... and I groaned loudly, my eyelids fluttering, gasping at a breath.

She had a small, innocent "o" mouth playing across her face as she gazed into my eyes. She was in control now. "ooh..." she said softly, her eyes opening wide with surprise at my size and girth. "You are so big!"

Now her hands moved my robe out of the way, untying it, so it fell away on both sides, exposing my rigid member, my big balls and my dark black pubic hairs.

She began to stroke my cock, slowly, exquisitely, her little hands engulfing my turgid member, her eyes staring at it with lust. Her breathing was shallow and excited as she felt up my balls - the size of plums. She looked up at me then... "Is it true? Do you really have hyper-spermia?"

I should have asked how she knew. But I didn't. I'm sure my Mother must have told her at some point. "Yes," I groaned.

"ooh... then I need to take care of this for you! I don't want you to start hurting, that would be my fault." Mrs T began to stroke me, expertly, my cock throbbed and engorged, her hands soft, experienced, demanding.

"Oh.. Mrs T... that feels so good...." I moaned.

Her tits bounced as she stroked me, her eyes going back and forth anxiously between my cock and my face... "You can't ever tell your momma..."

"I won't... just, please don't stop..."

"Do you like it?" She whispered, still looking at my face, my reaction to her manipulation of my cock. "Is this nice? Am I helping?"

"Yes, Mrs, Trill... um..." I moaned lowly, which brought a new look to her face, a kind of satisfied, wicked look. Maybe I was over stimulated, or maybe somewhere deep in my brain the switch was turned on to give me stamina, because as badly as I wanted - no needed - to cum, I couldn't. I watched, mesmerized, as she worked her hands up and down my cock, my pre-cum a constant flood, soaking her hands and fingers as her tits moved and bounced with the action of her hands. As she watched me with rapt attention, taking pleasure in my facial expressions, she reached down and with one hand began massaging my fat, cum-filled balls. She had a look of pure lust on her face, watching me and my reactions to her ministrations.

"Oh...your balls are so big! I bet they are filled with thick, hot cum." She was breathing heavy now, excited, her face filled with anticipation. "Sweetie... are you going to cum soon?"

I wanted to but I didn't think I was going to. "I don't think so... oh, my balls hurt..." I groaned again, lifting my hips to her massaging, stroking hands.

"Johnny... do you need me to do something else to help you?" I didn't respond. I just watched her hands on my cock and balls. "Do your balls really hurt?" She continued to stroke me, waiting for an answer as she gently massaged my balls and gazed at them, sensuous, excited. "I don't want them to hurt... I want them to feel good..." She hissed lowly as she watched my cock throb and twitch under her expert hands.

"Yes, ma'am," I croaked.

"Johnny, I want to do something else to help, okay?" Her voice rasped and she looked longingly at my cock. "Will you let me help you?" She bit her lower lip as she stroked me further.

"Okay." I almost moaned this, my hips moving to her hand, I needed to cum so bad. "Please..."

The rain pounded outside and the tv droned behind her. "Oh Johnny, I'm sorry I did this to you...It's all my fault...Is it alright if I... if..." she stumbled over the words, as though she was too excited to talk. "What I'm going to do... it's just easier to help you... okay? I just want to help you, is all."

Without a clue as what to expect, I shook my head yes... anything... please. Her hands continued to move on my cock and balls, wetly, a slick, sloppy sound emanated from her fingers and hands, soaked in the clear, slippery pre-cum.

"I'm going to do this to help you.. to make the ache go away... It was my fault, anyway." She continued to stroke my raging cock, her hand twisting as she moved it up and down, my pre-cum a faucet, her hand slippery with the fluid, as it moved up and down my throbbing prick as her gaze settled on my cock, her eyes dancing with excitement, lust, depravity. My cock head was a bright, fat, dark purple. It was angry, demanding, throbbing, pulsing, hard.

I nodded yes again, waiting in anticipation for whatever she was going to do. But she didn't move.

"Johnny, let me just..." and to my utter surprise, she bent down, moving close to my cock, deep between my thighs, drool spilling over her lips and down her chin as she looked me in the eyes, her pink tongue snaking out over her spit soaked lips and licked my raging cock head, before pushing it into her drooling mouth. Still gazing at me, she moved up and down twice... then pulled off. "Did you like that?" Her voice was deeply excited, breathless, raspy. Her whole body was writhing, her tits, the stark white of her round hangers against the tan of her body, rolled and heaved as if alive.

I gasped, my jaw falling open with disbelief at the sudden introduction of her mouth and when she asked if I liked it, I quickly nodded yes.

With me watching with glazed eyes, she gazed at my cock, pulled it to her face and rubbed it into her skin, her lips open, her tongue licking, her eyes barely open. "Oh... it's been so long..." she groaned, as if I wasn't there, as if she was talking to my cock, worshipping my hard, demanding dick.

It was hard to comprehend what she was saying, but I moaned and pushed my hips up to her face. "Please..." I whispered. "Please make me cum!"

I watched her, as if through the lens of a camera, as if it was happening to someone else.

She continued to look at me looking at her mouth. Her fat tongue lapped across her lips hungrily, wetting them and she moved her mouth to the head of my cock. I was breathing so fast, like a racehorse, in anticipation. "Ooh Johnny, is that what you want?" She was talking in a whispered rush of complete submission. "Do you want me to use my mouth?" She asked while pointing to her lips with her index finger in a coquettish, naughty way.

And then the words poured out of me, as if they'd been there all along but now the door was open. " Oh, please, suck it... pleaseeeeee." Her eyes were hooded, she looked like she was in ecstasy, as she bent down to my cock.

Her eyes closed as she whispered "yesssssssss" and then opened wide as my member slid in, filling her mouth with fat cock. I couldn't believe what she was doing, I just watched, mesmerized as she began to moan loudly around my dick as it stretched her lips wide.

I groaned like a dying man and at the first touch of her lips, at the first feel of her mouth wrapping around the shaft, at the first flick of her tongue as it swathed my cock with passion, I fucked up at her mouth involuntarily, driving my cock up and in as deep as it would go. I was, in an instant, like an out of control dog fucking his bitch, humping hard and fast, my fingers digging into my palms as I made fists on either side of me, ramming my hips up. It was as if I was angry, or more importantly, my cock was angry.

She moaned loudly around my dick, voraciously sucking frantically at my cock, her head bouncing back with every upwards thrust of my hips. She gagged and gulped at the sudden onslaught, her tits bouncing lewdly, and the more she sucked and slurped, the more I needed it. "Suck it...yes...please suck it Mrs T," I hissed again.

She moaned, and gulped, moaned and rubbed my balls, her sucking cheeks hollowed.

I couldn't help myself... I was fucking her face, lifting my hips viciously, watching her lips wrapped tight around the thickening shaft of my enraged dick. She let go of my cock, letting me freely fuck her face, her hands to my balls, massaging the aching, tight orbs filled with sperm.

"Mrs T, I'm going to shoot." She kept sucking. "MRS T... I'm going to shoot!" She seemed to suck harder, faster, more frantically. "Oh... Mrs T... can I shoot in your mouth?" I begged, my voice rasping as I breathed loudly, gasping for air. My ass flexed again and again as I drove deep into her face, until she gagged, and with one last thrust of my hips, my cock head forced its way into her throat. She grabbed my hips, holding my cock deep in her throat, her tongue lashing the shaft, her lips moving at the base of my thick shaft.

"Oh Mrs T... Oh... yesssss..." I moaned. She was sucking me like a madwoman, my pubic hairs were a mess of spit and precum and her face was shiny with her cocksucking, her mascara was running down her cheeks in long, black, wet strips.

She moved back and then after taking a quick, rushed breath, she crashed down to my pubic bone again, her throat enveloping my cock, her lips moving against the base, her tongue lashing the underside of my meat, all while she stared up at me with an intense look of passion.

"Oh... Mrs T... I can't hold it... I'm going to shoot, Mrs T!" I made a last try to push her head away, as if she didn't understand I was going to use her mouth as my personal cum dump. She moaned and grabbed my ass, pulling me tight, then gasped and choked and gagged her approval. Her hair was matted to her spit slicked face and her lips were getting puffy from the abuse. "Don't stop... Oh, please don't stop!"

I was about to explode.

"Oh... oh... Mrs T... I'm going to shoot... I'm going to cum in your mouth!" She was face fucking herself now, holding my ass tight, her fingers digging into my buttocks, her fat tits jumping up and down erotically as she sucked, seemingly possessed by the dick in her throat. My cock grew larger in her mouth, like a steel rod, my stomach began to buck, I lost my rhythm, my back arched, my hands reflexively went to her head and slammed her mouth down all the way, feeling her lips, nose and chin bang into my pubic area. My cock was stuck in her throat and at that moment I couldn't have cared less if she ever breathed again.

I could see the strain on her face as I held her there, but even then, her tongue continued to frantically bath my cock, begging for it to cum, to shoot its sperm into her waiting, frantically sucking mouth.

"OOOHHHHEREITCOMES!" I yelled! At that moment, with Mrs T fellating me like a starving woman, I felt like I was completely liquid. My cock throbbed in her throat, exhaled and shot a thick white rope of sperm directly down her throat.

I let go then, and she came back up sucking, her hair tousled and wild and sticking to her face in great curls. I filled her mouth with two, three, four more quick, thick splashes of cum as she intensely massaged my balls, completely lost in swallowing my orgasm and seemingly needing more.

"Oh... Mrs T.....Yess... oh my..." I was babbling, watching her. She stopped moving up and down and suddenly held just the head of my cock in her mouth, taking the shaft in her hand, she stroked me quickly, violently, her face contorted with lust, sticky with spit and cum, as I continued to blow my load in her sucking mouth. She watched me as she did it. Each pulse met with a gulping noise, a flutter of her eyes, before her moaning was once again stopped as she swallowed again, her throat working to take my cum. My ass flexed with every explosion of sperm into her wet and submissive mouth. Her hand flew up and down my shaft, dumping thick cum into her mouth, her knuckles banging against her lips. She moaned so loud as she watched my orgasm tear through me, and me watching the lust in her eyes, her hollowed cheeks and the way her throat worked with every swallow of my load. Still sucking and stroking me, she then reached down to her pussy and began to finger and rub it with a frenzy, the wet sloppy noise of her cunt being fucked by her fingers intermingling with the loud, wet sloppy sounds of her mouth on my cock as she continued to stroke, blasting more and more white cum into her cock loving mouth.

"Oh God yes...." I moaned as I felt my cock filling her mouth again and again... maybe 13-14-15 hard, thick pulses... my balls emptying their contents into her continually sucking mouth as my legs shook and my body shivered. She began to shudder as her own orgasm overtook her, her mouth going slack around my cock as cum ran out over her puffy lips, flowing down my cock as her eyes rolled back into her head, her eyelids hooded as her orgasm wracked her body. "Uh... um... um... unh..." She made these sounds as her own orgasm tore through her body, viciously overtaking her. Her tits shook like jello and she groaned throatily, even as her own fist, moving up and down my dick, battered her bee stung, abused lips, sperm blasting up into her mouth, only to immediately run down the shaft of my raging cock.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy, lost in her raging orgasm as the last few spurts of my juices filled her mouth, awash on her tongue, lips, chin, cheeks, some hanging down in swinging strands to my hips and balls.

Finally, I collapsed back into the couch as Mrs. T continued to finger fuck herself, moaning whorishly, intensely, before turning back to my cock, savagely sucking it, her eyes still closed, trying to drain my balls while finishing her own orgasm.

When she was done, she looked at me, her eyes smoking with lust, cum and spit covering her face like a drunken, amateur porn star, her hair a sexy matted mess of passion, saliva and and thick silvery sperm, loose and messy, her pretty face framed by it, strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, forehead, across her jaw and down her throat... a picture of complete submission, degradation and pleasure.

"Oh my God, Johnny, that was amazing... " she gasped and muttered before returning to my dick, which was still hard, licking and sucking at it as if it was her master, demanding more. She was going to get as much as she wanted, I thought, as the familiar tingling and sparkly feeling overwhelmed my balls, producing sperm at a prodigious rate, which I was accustom to when I was excited. It was going to take 5 or 6 or 7 cums to drain them enough to let me relax.

It was going to be a long afternoon for Mrs Trill's mouth.