Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

When she thought about those times now, it was hard for Martha to believe they had ever existed. Then, she would never have the nerve to even think about what she was planning to do this very day.

"We should have lots of time to work, if your mom doesn't want you back too early. Coach Roy had a staff meeting tonight."

"I noticed the coach spends a lot of time at the school. You must get lonely a lot, Mrs. Roy."

She was touched by his sensitivity, and by his concern for her feelings. "Yes, I do. Thank goodness I have the garden." She knew the first barriers between them had been broken down. He trusted her now. His eyes slipped from time to time to her ripe smooth cleavage.

Though her breasts might not be so high and firm as young Anna's, Martha knew she had good tits for a woman of thirty. She was not shy to thrust them proudly under the boy's gaze. When he forgot what they were talking about because he was hypnotized by her breasts, Martha said nothing. She basked in the thrilling adulation of his gaze. She could feel her pussy getting wet inside her shorts. She was growing impatient with the yard work. Much as she normally loved it, today she had other more pressing concerns on her mind.

Yet she did not want her plot to look too obvious. They worked for more than an hour before she suggested they take a break. "Why don't you sit here on the grass, Donny? It's nice and quiet. I'll be right out with some treats."

When she returned with the tray and set it down on the ground, she bent over with her ripe ass thrusting right in the boy's direction. She felt more than saw his reaction. He swallowed hard and reached quickly to try to subdue a growing erection in his pants.

Martha caught him before he had pulled his hand from his groin. "Oh, Donny!" she breathed, as awed by the swelling in his pants as he had been by the taut curves of her ass. "You're all excited, honey… is that my fault?"

The boy could not look at her. He swallowed hard. "No… no, Mrs. Roy…" He looked up at her suddenly. His eyes pleaded with her. "Please don't be mad at me, Mrs. Roy! I didn't mean it! I couldn't help it!"

She sat next to him and put her hand over his. Just the thought that his hard cock was so close to her grasp made her tremble. "It certainly wouldn't be reasonable of me to get mad at you, would it, Donny? After all, it was really my fault, wasn't it? It's the way I look that made it happen to you."

He could not quite figure out the strange smile on the woman's face. He heard her words trying to console him. Yet something about her look told him the last thing she wanted was to forget what had happened.

The boy's instincts were quickly proved right. "I think I ought to help you take care of that, Donny. I started it… and I think I should be the one to finish it." Her voice and manner left no doubt that she had made up her mind.

The boy watched helplessly as she pushed his hand away from his groin. She started to work on his zipper. She was so excited, it took her a while to get it down. But once it was down, she lost no time in pulling his throbbing erect cock from his pants.

Donny was shaking from nose to toes. No female had ever touched his cock. He had hoped someday he might get up the nerve to have some girl do it for him. It had never occurred to him that the first woman to grab his cock would be a beautiful older woman with big tits and a fixed hungry smile. It had never occurred to him that it would feel as unbelievably good as it was feeling! "Uuuuuuuhh…"

He felt silly, sitting on the lawn in her sheltered back yard, with his cock in her hand and nothing better coming out of his mouth than, "Uuuhh." He thought he ought to be able to come up with something better.

But Donny was a shy. He didn't have a lot of experience with girls.

She did not seem to have noticed his embarrassment. She was staring at the pulsing cock in her hand. Her twat throbbed as she relished the stout girth of it. She felt overwhelmed by the thought of all the pleasure that would soon be hers. "Oh Donny… you have such a wonderful hard cock, honey! Oh, just holding onto it has got me so excited!"

He wanted to tell her that she could not possibly be any more excited than he was. But still coherent words failed him. He grunted as she started to work her hand in a slow steady rhythm up and down along his cock-shaft. He watched wide-eyed as she lowered her race as though to inspect her handiwork more closely.

Donny had often stared longingly at dirty pictures of girls sucking on guys' cocks. He wondered if Mrs. Roy was planning to do that amazing thing to him now. He did not know if he should dare to hope she might. He did not want to jinx anything! "Uuhh, your hand feels awful good!" he managed to blurt out at last.

She looked at his anxious face. The vulnerable excitement she saw there brought new tingles to her hard clitoris. He was as impressed by what she was doing as she had hoped he might be. And the reality of his throbbing cock in her hand was far more thrilling than her dreams of him had ever been!

For an instant, she felt a silent amazement that she had become so shameless in such a short time. A short time ago, she had felt guilty about having lewd dreams about two boys. Now, she had already had one boy for a lover and she was about to claim the second. To top it all, she did not even feel guilty about slipping so easily from one boy to the next. She was wantonly letting her appetite be her guide!

The only justification she could find for her behavior was the difference in herself, in her attitudes, in her personality. She had not enjoyed being a cringing bag of nerves, but she had accepted it dully as the way she had to be. Now she knew she did not have to be that way. Things could be different. Better. Even Frank was changing for the better as a direct result of the changes in her.

She could not give it up, the beauty that had come into her life with a boy's hard cock.

Though she had managed to give up one boy, she was determined to replace him with another: with the boy whose cock was now pulsing in her hand.

As quickly as a lizard strikes its prey, her tongue reached out for the tip of the boy's cock. Even though he had been hoping she might decide to suck his cock, still Donny was unprepared for the first touch of her soft wet tongue on his cock-tip.

"Aaahh!" He writhed and fell back onto his elbows on the grass. He watched thunderstruck as she closed her lips around the bloated head of his cock. "Holy shit!"

He saw her eyes looking at him for an instant. He realized she was amused by his shock. He tried to calm down, to act as if he were used to having his cock sucked. But he had no idea how to do it. He had no idea how anyone could ever get used to the raw pleasure of a tender mouth on his cock!

Her lips lingered only a short while on his cock-tip. They slipped slowly and firmly down to the very base of his cock. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she savored the swollen cock in her mouth. Donny groaned and swallowed hard. Mrs. Roy and her mouth were changing his whole life in the short course of one afternoon. He was not quite sure how to take it!

He was sure of only one thing. He had no choice but to take it! A team of wild horses could not have dragged him away from the compelling hot caresses of Mrs. Roy's mouth! He was pretty sure she felt the same way. She was beginning to bob her head over his cock. Wanton moans escaped from around his cock, telling him how much she was enjoying herself.

A pang of fierce joy shot through him. To celebrate the feeling, he thrust his cock deep up into the blonde's mouth. "Roy… I-ahh! Mrs. Roy… I don't know… how to tell you how good you're making me feel! Yi-i-i cripes!"

Despite his frenzied confusion, Donny was getting the idea across. Martha was intensely pleased with the boy's astonished responses. She grinned at him over the tip of his cock. Her pussy swelled with passion at the sight of his red cheeks, his dazed eyes, his slack mouth. She wiggled her taut ass as she bent eagerly over Donny's rock-hard cock.