Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

He knew. He had her cunt-juices smeared all over his face to tell him. He realized he had better do a good washing-up job before he faced his coach with his car keys. When Coach Roy had instructed Steve to take good care of his missus, Steve was sure he had not meant that Steve should lap his wife's cunt to hot climax. But the precocious boy had known the job needed to be done. And he had taken great delight in doing it. There was no question about it! Mrs. Roy had one sweet-tasting pussy!

The woman reached out her hands and pulled him onto the couch beside her. "Golly, Steve… I don't know what happened to us, do you?" She was smiling her embarrassed smile, but she looked radiant with happiness. Steve felt proud that he was the cause of that happiness.

"I don't know either, Mrs. Roy. I just couldn't help myself. You're so beautiful and I…"

"Mmmm…" She had reached for the bulge in his jeans. She caressed it softly, her eyes getting heavy again as she stared unseeing at him. He could almost feel her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. Reluctantly, he told her he would have to get back to school before the coach got suspicious.

"You're right, of course. But promise me you'll come back, Steve. Please promise." She squeezed his bulge one last time.

"I promise." The lusty hunger in her face stiffened Steve's resolve, and his cock. He knew it would be well worth his while to come back and visit the school coach's wife.

Steve began to pay more attention to his coach's schedule. He noticed the older man stayed late at school every night, either to work with his boys or to correct papers from his academic classes. Coach Roy acted very much like a man who was in no hurry to go home.

Steve could not understand his coach's attitude. The boy felt that if he had a wanton woman like Mrs. Roy to go home to, he would be gone the first chance he got. The boy realized that he did have that woman to go home to. If Coach Roy had no intention of being there and doing his duty, then Steve would be glad to do it for him.

He called first just to be sure the blonde would be there waiting for him. Slyly, he parked his old Dodge two blocks away from the Roy house. Steve had had affairs with married women before. He knew what steps to take not to get caught.

Mrs. Roy met him at the door in a filmy peach-colored negligee. Her long blonde hair flowed softly over her shoulders. She wore just enough makeup to make her eyes sparkle. She was wearing her contact lenses.

The boy's cock throbbed at the thought that she had gone to so much trouble just for him. He was flattered by the blatant evidence of the effect he had had on her. Mrs. Roy already seemed surer of herself and of her attractiveness. Steve's tongue on her cunt had done that for her!

"Mrs. Roy, you look beautiful!"

She blushed prettily and let him in. She was careful to lock the door after him. "I'm glad you think I look pretty, Steve. I wanted to turn you on." She stepped forward and caressed the growing swelling in his jeans. "I see I've succeeded."

Steve was impressed with the changes that one pussy-eating job had made in the woman. Even her way of moving was different. The motions of her hips were a blatant reminder of the hot sensitive slit she sheltered between her thighs. She tossed her blonde head back, and smiled at him as her fingers continued to investigate the bulge in his pants.

"Is this for me, Steve honey?" She kissed him hotly before he had a chance to answer. This time it was her tongue that first reached out to attack him. Steve was so stunned, it took him a moment to respond. But when he did it was with openmouthed greedy abandon.

He was surprised when she pushed him away. "I want you to sit down in the big chair, Steve honey. I've been planning this moment since the last time you were here. I want it to be just right."

Docilely, he let himself be pushed down into the armchair. He watched her kneel before him and begin to fumble with his fly. The semi-sheer folds of her negligee gave him flashing glimpses of her pink nipples as she worked. "You sure look good in that, Mrs. Roy! Mr. Roy must love to see you looking so sexy."

Another time, the boy's reference to her husband might have aroused feelings of guilt in Martha, but the woman had done a lot of soul-searching since her illicit afternoon's episode with the teenager. She had decided that she deserved the pleasure the boy could give her. She was going to have it, whether it was betraying her marriage vows or not. All the times Frank had neglected her were betrayals of the marriage vows too, as far as she was concerned.

Martha was tired of being a mouse. She was ready to stand up and roar like a sexy lioness!

For days she had thought about what a thrill it would be to suck the boy's cock to rock-hardness. Long ago, she had begun to lose her enthusiasm for sucking her husband's cock. But the thought of the boy's youthful tender cock in her mouth made her tremble all over. She wanted to make him feel better than he had ever felt before. It was obvious from his behavior that Steve was far from being a virgin, but Martha still thought she had some tricks up her sleeve to impress him! He had aroused her like no one had ever bothered to do. She felt she owed him a great deal. She wanted to expiate it by sucking his cock to exploding climax.

Her hand quaked as she pulled the fleshy growing shaft of his cock from his fly. At once she bent forward and licked the tip.

"Ahhnnnhhh… oh wow!" Steve's ass slid forward in the chair as he yielded himself up to the older woman's eager mouth. He watched her lick his cock tip again and again, as if it were an ice cream cone and she was trying to keep it from dripping. He closed his eyes at the breathless onslaught of feelings that jolted through him. Her tongue was long, soft and supple. His cock felt damned good. "Oh, Mrs. Roy."

The sound of his young voice calling her name intensified Martha's lust. She made a tight oval of her lips and slid it down along his cock-shaft. When his whole throbbing cock was lodged in her mouth, she moaned wantonly and began to work her head up and down, up and down. Her pussy trembled with excitement. Martha had forgotten what a thrilling experience sucking cock could be. When she did it for her husband, she resented the heedless way he expected her to serve him.

But she wanted to serve the boy! She wanted to make his cock swell with heated arousal. She wanted him to remember her for the tireless moist talent of her mouth. Her ego was involved in her lusty task. When she was finished, she wanted to be able to say she had just given Steven the best blowjob she had in her. She wanted to taste the zesty flavor of his cum on her lips, her obscene reward for a task well done.

Though Steve had already half-expected to get a blowjob from Mrs. Roy when he arrived, he had not imagined the incredible mobile zeal of her lips on his cock. Her mouth was like a marionette with powers to move and quiver in ways he would not have expected a mouth to move. It awed him to think that the sexual talents of this woman had lain so long untapped. It pleased him that he had been the man with the foresight to lay them bare. He was being well rewarded for his boldness. Though he was grateful to Coach Roy for all he had taught him about football, he felt a greater loyalty to the man's wife. Steve had thought he knew everything there was to know about sexual technique. Mrs. Roy and her hot lips were humbling him for his egotism. Steve would never again underestimate the powers of a woman!

"Uh… Cripes! That's good, Mrs. Roy! That sure is good!" He let himself go limp, everywhere but his awesomely swollen cock. He yielded himself up totally to the woman. Whatever she wanted to do to him with her dynamite mouth was okay with Steve.