"Is there any place we can be alone, Wayne?" Amanda asked. Her cunt was so hot she had to press her thighs together to keep pussy-juice from running down her legs. She hadn't wanted a man so badly in a long, long time.

"The stockroom," Wayne said. He turned and Amanda followed, acting as if Wayne were merely checking a price for her. They passed between two large windowed doors and Amanda found herself in the store's spacious stockroom. It smelled of cleanser and bug spray and cardboard.

Wayne led Amanda behind a tower of produce boxes, then turned, a look of ecstasy and terror etched on his young face. Amanda pushed him against the boxes and kissed him deeply, pressing her hot body against his, inhaling the cheap cologne he had splashed on.

Pressing her tongue between his lips, she slid her hand down the front of his uniform and fondled the enormous bulge that had formed in his slacks. It was hard and thick and she wanted to feel it in her cunt.

"How old are you, Wayne?" Amanda asked, stroking his cock with her fingertips. She stared into his eyes, amused and horny at the same time. She felt as if she were in high school again.

"Eighteen, ma'am," Wayne answered.

"Have you ever fucked a woman before?" Amanda asked.

The boy began to stammer. Amanda squeezed his cock, forcefully, silencing him instantly.

"Once," he admitted sheepishly.

"I'll bet she wasn't as good as me," Amanda said with a throaty growl. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing two giant white globes of flesh. Wayne stared at them, swallowing hard.

Dropping to her knees, Amanda undid Wayne's pants and pulled them to his ankles.

His cock – bigger than he had said it was – sprang to life before her. Pausing only a moment, Amanda took it in her hand and guided it between her lips until she felt the hair on his balls tickle her chin. Sucking gently, she pulled it out, then swallowed it again.

Wayne gasped and clutched at the box behind him.