Chapter 7: Deep in the Maze...

Del clipped an errant branch from the hedge, dropped it into the wheelbarrow, and continued further into the maze. With the 8-foot-high hedges, it was difficult to tell where he was on Trista’s property, but he figured he’d be able to find his way out ... how big could it actually be? He swiped his arm across his forehead. The afternoon sun was beating down, the last gasp of a tenacious Summer as they moved into October.

He turned a corner and stopped. There was a clearing there, with a teeny cottage, not much bigger than the tool shed. The door to the cottage was open, and he could see a slim hand dipping between toned legs as their owner lay upon a bed within.

“About time! Get in here, Del!” Trista called as she raised her head to regard him, the older blonde’s eyes half-lidded from pleasure.

He dropped the branch cutter and strode forward. As he got closer, he could see that she was laying upon a twin bed which barely fit the space available. Her bikini bottoms were off, and the fingers pushing into her vaginal folds were soaked.

“Come get your cock wet,” she ordered him, keeping an eye on it as it pushed out his shorts.

In a flash, his shorts and underwear were off and he dove between her legs.

“Ooh!” she grunted as he fell upon her. “Eager beaver! Oh, I guess that’s more me ... mmm...” She reached forward and stroked his thick 8 incher before directing the head to her wanton pussy.

“Umm...” he ummed, and paused.

She paused as well. “Hm? What’s up?”

“I ... uh ... I’ve never...”

Her face lit up. “You’re a virgin? Oh, honey, every boy should have their first with an experienced woman. C’mon...” She slotted the head of his cock between her spread, wet vulva.

He had actually thought that he might lose his v-card to another experienced woman, Nancy, but he knew now that that wouldn’t happen. As she pulled an inch of his cock inside her he asked, “Is this okay without a condom?”

“Oh, bless you, Del, thinking of the possible consequences, but I’m clean. A boy’s first time shouldn’t be with one of those nasty prophylactics on his Johnson.” With that, she pushed her hips toward him and another inch of his member went inside her. “Oh, damn, that’s big,” she moaned. “Glad I prepared myself.”

Trista hadn’t mentioned pregnancy. She only had one child, after all, and it seemed that she loved sex, so Del assumed that she was on the pill or some other method of birth control. He pushed, and another inch went in.

“Yesss...” she moaned. “C’mon, give me that dick...” She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him in further. Soon, he was all the way inside her. “Oh woow, I feel so full ... I think you’re touching my cervix.”

Del’s cock felt fantastic. He was finally all the way inside a sexy woman, and he was making her feel good! Elated, he pulled back a bit and thrust in again.

“Ooh...” Trista cooed.

He pulled back a bit more and slowly pushed back in.

“Heh, you’re making love to me, Del,” she whispered into his ear, “but I need you to fuck me, hm?”

Del pushed himself up and looked at Trista beneath him, beautiful, sexy, and wanton. He reached down and pulled her bikini top up to her neck, freeing her teardrop tits. Her areolae were wide and pink, with substantial nipples, and he moved to take one into his mouth, making her moan again. Then he pulled his hips back and rammed himself deep into her.

“Fuck! Yes, like that...” Trista had definitely felt the tip of his cock smack her cervix that time. It had been slightly uncomfortable, but mixed with the sensation of his pleasurable thickness sliding through her wet pussy, it was pushing her buttons.

He withdrew and slammed in again. She was so wet that there was nothing keeping him from moving into a steady rhythm, pummeling her insides as he lost his virginity.

Trista was glad that she had sucked him off earlier, or the poor virgin would probably have cum already, she figured. She had chosen correctly with Del. Her last lover had been just over 6 inches in length, and not quite as thick. Both of them had been larger than her husband, the poor man simply unable to keep up with her demanding libido.

Del had swapped to sucking her other boob. Trista normally kept her bra or bikini top on during sex with her lovers, as she was a bit embarrassed about how her tits had started drooping after giving birth to Helena, but Del didn’t seem to care.

Some movement to the side caught her eye, and she saw her 18-year-old daughter peeping in through one of the little cottage’s small windows. Helena saw that her mother had noticed, but defiantly stayed put.

Trista had a delicious thought. Making sure her voice was loud enough to be heard outside, she said, “Ooh, Del, you’re hammering away at the entrance to my womb, where my daughter Helena came from. You gonna fill me with a nice hot load of your sperm? See if you get lucky and knock me up?”