A Whisky & Lemonade Part 2

"Try that."

Ethan took a sip and coughed. It burned his throat.

"Too strong? Let me fix that for you, dear," Mrs. Thorn said. She took his glass, raised it to her lips and tilted her head back. The lemonade spilled over her cheeks and chin, down on her bare breasts, and all the way down her legs to the floor. Ethan's mouth fell open.

Mrs. Thorn let out a big, refreshed sigh and set the glass down. She leaned back against the counter with her hands on the edge. Her eyes looked down at the front of his shorts.

"Show it to me, Ethan."

"Wh-What?"

She pointed to his groin. "I want to see what you got in them trunks, son."

Ethan's breath caught in his throat.

"Don't be nervous, now. Just show it to me."

Ethan's hands were shaking. He tried to think of what he should do, but his mind was a blank. He hooked his thumbs over the elastic band at the waist.

"Just take them all the way off. It'll be easier that way," she said. Her fingers teased her nipple.

Ethan hesitated. "What will be easier?"

"Fucking. You do want to fuck me, don't you? Because, honey, I can't wait to get that tool up my slot."

Her hand slipped down into the tiny bikini bottoms. Her legs spread. Ethan couldn't tell what she was doing there. He just watched the way her fingers moved under the thin fabric. He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out.

Mrs. Thorn sighed and her eyes widened.

"Oh, sugar, you are all man. Don't let anyone tell you different. Now bring that tool over here for me."

He walked toward her across the kitchen, his wet, bare feet slapping on the linoleum floor. His penis was so hard it ached, and it swung in front of him with every step like some misshapen appendage.

Mrs. Thorn held out her hand and let his thing glide into it. Ethan flinched. She closed her fingers around it and stroked slowly.

"Good Lord, Ethan. You're going to make a lot of girls happy with this, let me tell you."

"Happy how?"

Mrs. Thorn looked confused. "Have you never done this, son?"

"No, ma'am," Ethan said. He didn't want to admit he had no idea what she was talking about.

Mrs. Thorn chuckled as she took off the bikini bottoms.

"I guess we're both in for a special treat today."

She set her feet apart, put her hand on her crotch and spread herself open. Ethan stared between her legs. She had a small patch of curly hair down there, and a moist, pink area between her fingers. Was that what Pam meant by a pussy?

"Bring it here, Ethan," she said. Her voice was low and hoarse.

He took a step closer. She put her hand around his thing, raised it and pointed the tip at the tiny, pink area between her legs. She pulled. He moved closer. She put one hand on his shoulder and hooked one leg around his hip. The end of his thing touched that pink area. He gasped. It was warm and wet. Part of it sunk into her.

"Now push, hon. Just push slow," she said.

Ethan pushed with his hips. The flared end of his penis disappeared inside her. They both groaned at the same time. He pushed again. Mrs. Thorn squealed and bit her lower lip. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she said.

This was what Pam was trying to tell him. A girl's pussy was warm and wet and tight and smothered his penis. She never could have explained how good it felt. He only could have found out by doing it like this.

Ethan put a hand on each of Mrs. Thorn's hips and pushed himself forward. Her body seemed to resist him, but when he squeezed her hips and pulled her toward him, his penis slowly sunk deeper.

"Oh God ... Oh God, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn cried. She hugged him tightly to her body. Her chin rested on his shoulder and she moaned in his ear. She ran her hands down to his lower back.

"That's deep enough. Fuck me now, sweetie. You know how to do it," she whispered in his ear.

Ethan was still for a few seconds, panting, trying to sort out everything that was happening. His thing felt like it was going to explode. He could not think how to describe being enveloped by the warmth and wetness of her body. Her long legs were wrapped around him, her big, soft breasts were pressed flat against his chest, and her hands were running over his back and butt.

He moved his hips back, then forward.

"That's it. That's it. Just like that," Mrs. Thorn said with a soft moan.

Ethan closed his eyes. His hips moved faster, as if on their own. Mrs. Thorn squeezed his butt.

"Slow down, Ethan," she said. "Don't rush it, hon. Take your time."

Ethan took a few seconds to catch his breath. Her hips moved in his hands. He moved his own hips slowly, just like before, out a little bit, then back in.

"Yes. Yes, I knew you'd be good at this," Mrs. Thorn whispered. Her lips brushed his earlobe.

Ethan pumped his hips again, pushing himself as deep into her as he could. Mrs. Thorn rocked her hips at the same speed. Her moaning got louder.

"Oh Ethan ... Oh Ethan, you're gonna make me cum," she said.

He didn't understand what she meant. He didn't want to stop to find out. Something was happening inside him, the same thing that happened when he rubbed his thing with his hand, only this time it was much better. Mrs. Thorn was screaming. Her body thrust against him in convulsions. Her arms and legs clamped around his body. Her pussy tightened around his thing, and he exploded.