I couldn't hide my grin at the news that Myra wasn't yet through with me. Just the thought of being inside her again made my cock stir.

Her eyes widened at my building arousal. "Oh my, you'll be ready for another round in no time!"

Those words made my erection strengthen even more, but she suggested that we should wash up and then eat an early lunch. I was more than happy to do whatever she said, and to be honest, I'd worked up an appetite. While she used the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom, I used the main bath off the hallway. Reluctantly, I splashed my face with cold water, which got rid of Myra's scent on my skin. With a washcloth, I tended to my pits and groin, freshening up as much as possible.

Back in the living room, I pulled on my underwear, and Myra slipped into her robe. I offered to help out in the kitchen, but she insisted that I sit at the kitchen table while she made lunch. Sipping the lemonade she'd poured me, I couldn't help noticing that she'd grown a little quiet. I hoped she didn't regret what we'd done.

By the time she carried our plates to the table, the extended silence between us was starting to worry me. She'd made two sandwiches for me, both loaded with cold cuts, and her single sandwich looked paltry in comparison. "This looks great!" I told her. Once she'd sat down in the chair across from me, I asked, "Is everything okay, Myra?"

She nodded, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "I just don't want you to think less of me, Tate. I've never done anything like this before."

"I don't think less of you," I rushed to assure her.

Myra picked up her sandwich, then put it back down without taking a bite. "I mentioned that my husband and I haven't been... intimate in a long time." She stared down at the table, avoiding my eyes. "And I thought I'd accepted the lack of sex. I mean, I missed it, but I told myself he's busy and tired from work. Maybe he doesn't find me as attractive as he used to." As she pulled her robe a little tighter, I realized how uncomfortable this conversation made her. "It's only as I've gotten closer to menopause that my sex drive has kicked into high gear. It's all I think about."

My cock twitched at that revelation. I'd heard that a lot of women lost interest in sex after menopause, but I was clueless about how the time before it affected them. For a moment, I stayed quiet, trying to figure out the right response to what she'd said. "You shouldn't feel guilty about... having needs," I finally spoke. "I have them, too, and I know how frustrating it is when they're not met."

I feared I'd said exactly the wrong thing, for Myra suddenly looked like she was about to cry. Still, she gave me a smile. "You're such a sweet young man. I hope you feel okay about me being your first."

"Are you kidding? I feel like I just won the lottery!" I blurted out. My words made her giggle. "I doubt anyone else would have been so patient with me. I'm lucky I had such a sexy woman showing me what to do."

Myra flashed me one of those grins I loved, and I was glad to have chased away her uncertainty. We spent the rest of the meal making easy conversation. She was quick to encourage me about my plan to take classes at the community college.

Once we'd finished eating, Myra carried our plates to the sink. I picked up our glasses and followed her. When I was standing behind her, I pressed my body against hers and kissed her neck. She let out a faint moan as I gently suckled her skin.

Growing bolder, I grasped her hips and gave a gentle thrust. "Can you feel how hard I already am for you?" I whispered. She nodded, her breaths coming faster. I slid my hands upward to cup her breasts. Her nipples quickly hardened beneath the robe's thin fabric. "Don't ever doubt how gorgeous you are."

Myra turned to face me, forgetting all about the dirty dishes. Guiding my mouth to hers, she gave me a hungry kiss. Her growing arousal made her nip at my bottom lip, and while she was careful not to hurt me, I loved making her lose control like that.

Reaching between us, she moaned louder at the feel of my erection. I was surprised when she grabbed my hand and led me down the hall toward the master bedroom; I figured she wouldn't want to fuck me in the room she shared with her husband. As we stepped through the doorway, I noticed the window was now closed. Overhead, a ceiling fan turned endless circles.

Myra wasted no time in drawing back the covers and pulling me toward the bed. She seemed wild to fuck again, and my dick was more than ready. I happily let her yank down my underwear. When my cock sprang forth, she planted a kiss on its tip. Quick as that kiss was, it still made me moan with need.

She rose to her feet, wearing a teasing grin. I watched as she removed her robe. "Lie down," she ordered.

Seconds later, she'd joined me on the bed. Breathing fast, I waited for her to straddle my thighs. The look of sheer determination in her eyes let me know she would be the one doing the taking.

And I loved surrendering control to her. She grasped my cock, sliding the head between her slick folds. I couldn't hold back a whimper. All the while, I was wondering how I got so damn lucky. This woman had let me suck her tits and eat her pussy. She'd fucked me and demanded that I come inside her. And now, she was going to ride me!

We both moaned when she sank down upon my dick. I watched, spellbound, as every inch disappeared inside her. Myra didn't start out slow and sensual. No, she began riding my cock at a pace that made me gasp. Seeing her rapt expression, and the way her tits swayed, was far more erotic than any fantasy I'd ever imagined. I reveled in the roll of her hips, and in her fervent cries. Eagerly, I cupped her breasts, delighting in their heaviness.

Myra gazed down at me, her smile full of affection. She looked truly happy, and it thrilled me to know I was the reason for it. Returning her smile, I felt a rush of relief at my ability to last longer this time.

"Your cock feels so good!" Myra settled all the way down upon me and began gently circling her hips. Her warm, wet pussy surrounding my dick brought me such fierce pleasure that I worried I wouldn't be able to last, after all.

In desperation, I furiously rubbed her clit. She let out a cry that sounded almost anguished, but her muscles squeezed my cock with enough force to make my jaw slacken. "Ah, fuck!" I groaned. "Your pussy's gripping me tight!" Her orgasm seemed endless, with wave after wave of spasms pushing me right to the edge.

"I bet you want to come, don't you?" Myra was panting, her entire body trembling above me.

"Please," I begged. "Oh God, I can't hold back much longer!"

She showed me no mercy. Instead, she continued bouncing on my dick until I was covered in sweat.

"I'm close!" My hands tightened their grasp on her hips as I watched her tits rise and fall from our passionate fucking.

"Come!" she demanded.

I climaxed with a roar. Myra must have felt the spurts of semen inside her, for she released a throaty moan. Her pussy clenched around my cock, working to drain me dry.

"Holy shit!" was all I could say afterward. Myra laughed and eased off of me. Again, my dick remained hard, covered in my cum and her juice. When she lay at my side, I pulled her to me for another kiss. "You are something else!"

I knew she loved being praised, and I was happy to shower her with compliments. The way she beamed at my words made me wonder how long it had been since her husband had paid any attention to her.

It was now early afternoon, and I was sure Myra would tell me I needed to get to work. I was glad I didn't have any other jobs scheduled for later.

Instead of booting me out of her bed, Myra snuggled up next to me. I was so relaxed that I almost dozed off while holding her, but she didn't give me a chance. The kisses she planted on my mouth and neck were tender. I watched as she moved lower, her lips traveling over my belly. Already, my dick was responding.

"I love how fast you get hard," Myra said with a grin. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she gently stroked its length. That playful gleam appeared in her eyes just before she licked my balls. Her tongue moved upward, sliding along every inch of my shaft until she homed in on the tip.

"Ah, that feels so good, Myra!" I never dreamed she'd want to do this!

She covered my erection with kisses. I was fully hard again, my anticipation making it difficult for me to keep still. As Myra eagerly lapped up my precum, my breathing grew shallow. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, but instead of taking me between her lips, she returned her attention to my balls. I gasped when she drew my right nut into her mouth. All the while, she kept stroking my dick.

I soon grew wild with need. Knowing she loved dirty talk, I blurted out whatever filthy thoughts popped into my head. "Fuck, yes, suck my balls!" I urged. "Just like that, Myra. My God, you're making me so damn horny for you!"

She moaned while sucking on my other nut. When her eyes locked with mine, I couldn't get over how fucking sexy she looked.

"Wrap your lips around my cock, please, baby!" I was shameless in my begging.

Myra got my shaft nice and wet before taking my tip into her mouth. My moans were embarrassingly loud, but I didn't care. All the sounds I made seemed to excite her, for she went crazy sucking and licking my cockhead.

Then, she proceeded to slide her lips down my shaft. My breath hitched in my chest, and I struggled to keep my hips motionless. That warm, suckling mouth of hers made me want to thrust into her throat.

And my God, she took it all! I actually cried out when her nose brushed against my trimmed pubic hair. It was a miracle I didn't immediately climax. "Myra!" I said in a strained voice. "That's gonna make me come!"

Finally, she pulled off to draw in a breath. I noticed her eyes were watering a little. Still, she readily stroked my cock, which was covered in her spit. It felt fantastic, and it also gave me time to get myself under control. "I love making you feel good, Tate," she whispered.

"You're incredible!" I told her. "I can't believe what you're able to do with that sexy mouth!"

Myra smiled before taking me between her lips again. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down, and she moaned as my cock entered her throat. When she gave my balls the gentlest squeeze, the sensation made me involuntarily thrust my hips.

"I'm sorry!" I panted, but Myra only sucked me off at a more fervent pace. By the time she stopped to take another breath, my dick was flushed a deep pink.

Myra grinned at the sight. Then she looked up at me and said, "Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?"

"Your pussy," I immediately replied.

This time, she got on her hands and knees. As I knelt on the bed behind her, I noticed we were facing a full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Gazing at Myra's reflection, I admired her amazing tits. I couldn't wait to see them bounce in time with my thrusts.

I took a moment to slide my palms over her curvy ass. The temptation to squeeze her flesh proved too much to resist, and even when she began wriggling with impatience, I continued kneading her flesh. Since she'd gotten me really close with her mouth, I figured it was best to wait a few minutes before I buried my dick inside her.

As Myra watched me in the mirror, I made no attempt to hide how much she turned me on. I loved stroking her skin and hearing her needy moans. I wanted to give her everything her husband didn't.

"Please," she breathed.

I heard her gasp when I entered her with a fierce thrust. "You want it hard this time?" I asked.

"Yes! Pound my pussy, Tate!"

Grabbing her hips, I began fucking her with a powerful rhythm. All the while, our stares were fixed on our reflections in the mirror. I was captivated by the way her heavy breasts swayed, but even more so by the look of intense arousal on her face.

As inexperienced as I was, I had enough sense to know that Myra not only wanted to be fucked. She also wanted to be desired, and I resolved to make it clear just how much I desired her. "Do you know how many times I've jerked off while imagining this?" As I spoke, my hips never slowed their pumping. "Just the thought of being inside you gets me hard!"

She made a sound like a sob. "Oh, my God, don't stop!"

Her pleas spurred me on, and the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. My face was taut with my own arousal; I'd never before seen that kind of heat in my eyes.

"Have you fantasized about fucking me, Myra?" I demanded.

"Yes!" she wailed. "I've made myself come while imagining you taking my pussy just like this!"

My balls drew up again, and I feared I wouldn't be able to outlast her. But she started shaking, her cries growing louder. I looked down to watch my dick slide in and out of her cunt at a frenzied speed. It was only because I'd already come twice before that I was able to hold back now.

When I sensed the first wave of contractions seize her, I finally allowed myself to let go. This time, we came together, my grunts mingling with her screams. As always, my dick was slow to soften, and I kept driving myself balls deep into Myra's pussy. Even while she whimpered, orgasmic aftershocks rippled through her. I could feel them all around my cock.

Afterward, we lay in a loose embrace, both of us flushed and sweating. Again, I wished I could stay with Myra, but I forced myself to ask, "What would you like me to do with the yard today?"

She let out a contented moan while stretching. "Nothing special. Just cut the grass. And when you're finished..." Her voice trailed off, and I noticed that wicked smile forming on her lips. "You can come back inside, and we'll take a shower together."

"Sounds like a great plan," I said before giving her a kiss.

Of course, I knew this couldn't last. Myra was married, and she was also almost thirty years my senior. But for the rest of the summer, she and I took every opportunity to enjoy each other. I grew to care for her deeply, and it was hard to say goodbye to her later in the fall.

The last time I saw her that year, I'd just finished raking up all of the fallen leaves in her yard. We fucked hard and fast in her living room, and then we made love in her bed. Before I left her house, she told me that she'd given her husband an ultimatum: either he could make more of an effort in their marriage, or she would divorce him. The man proved smart enough to realize what he risked losing, and Myra was clearly happy while describing the ways he'd grown more affectionate and attentive. They'd also begun having sex several times a week.

As for me, I started taking classes at the community college the following year. While there, I met a nice girl who wasn't shy about expressing her interest in me. We soon began dating, and the first time we made love, she asked, "How did you manage to make me come four times?!" That was obviously a new experience for her.

Though I wanted to give all the credit to Myra, I would always keep her secret. So, I merely smiled and said, "An incredible older woman taught me everything I know."