Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

"Mmmm, lover… you're so good to mee!"

The boy kissed the excited woman and stroked her. For the first time, he felt like he was totally in charge. It was a great thing for his ego, to have a mewling woman in his arms, a woman he had just squirted full of his cum. The thought of what he had just done made him eager to do it again.

Yet he realized there was time. They had the whole day ahead of them. He'd take just a little while longer to let his cock recuperate from the most sensational feeling in the world. The sated memory of wet pussy!

Though Martha and Donny would have enjoyed being able to spend the entire weekend making love, Martha did not want to take a chance on complications. Frank never looked at her garden, but this just could be the time. She felt there had to be some substantial changes in the rock garden to justify the boy's long hours with her. Things were too wonderful to risk messing them up because of carelessness.

Sunday morning they started work early. They worked doubly hard to make up for lost time. By noon they had made noticeable progress. "Do you think it might be all right to take a break now, Mrs. Roy?"

It delighted her that despite all they had been through, he still addressed her with that same tone of shy respect. That was the thrill of having a boy lover. There remained enough mystique in the relationship to keep him from taking her for granted. Martha was sure that she could trust Donny not to cheat on her the way Steve had done.

For Donny, she was something much more special than she had been for Steve. She was his first woman. It would take a while before he would get over his infatuation. Martha hoped, it would take a good long while. He was so tender, yet so eager. Just looking at him inspired a tense hunger in her cunt.

She threw her garden gloves onto the patio table and went into the kitchen. Donny was right behind her. "Are you as hungry as I am?"

She felt his trembling fingers caress her ass from behind. She trembled. "I think I'm at least as hungry as you are, Mrs. Roy!"

"How about a ham sandwich?" Though she asked the question, food was no longer on her mind. She was following the progress of his groping hands. They had roamed around from her buttocks to her soft belly. They stroked her cunt-mound through her shorts. She felt her pussy moistening.

"A ham sandwich sounds great," he replied in a hoarse voice that betrayed his own preoccupation.

"Mmmm… you do that so nicely, Donny!" She felt weak under his inspiring touch. She gripped the counter in front of her and kept very still. While one hand continued to stroke her cunt, the other reached for her tits. She had worn no bra under her blouse today. It had excited her to watch the boy watching her tits while she worked. It excited her more to feel him chafe her nipples to throbbing erection. She was falling under his spell. Her ass began to wriggle backwards, in subtle little motions that lightly grazed the front of his pants.

"You feel good, Mrs. Roy. It would sure turn me on to do it to you right here in the kitchen!"

The gush of wetness in her pussy told Martha it would turn her on too. She realized that already the boy was learning to assert himself. He was making a suggestion this time, but some day he would be telling his woman what he expected from her. It thrilled her to think no other woman would ever know him the way she had.

"Oh, Donny… I want to please you, darling! I love what you're doing to me!" As she squirmed her ass back, she felt the growing bulge of his cock straining back at her. The gardening, lunch preparations… everything was fading… she wanted him to screw her.

He recognized the consent in her words and his cock pulsed to rigid life. Roughly he pulled her blouse open. He caressed her tits with lusty kneading motions as he rubbed his cock against her churning ass. The thought of what he was about to do made him eager, almost too eager. He realized he was pinching her nipples awfully hard. He wondered that she had not cried out in pain. Slowly he began to understand that in Mrs. Roy's condition, there was only a fuzzy line to separate pain from pleasure. She was liking what he was doing to her! He was not hurting her at all!

His cock strained urgently against the confinement of his pants. While one hand still gripped her tit, he freed the pounding shaft of his cock. He rubbed the sensitive tip against the place where her shorts were sucked into her ass-cleft. She began to squirm harder. He knew she knew he had his cock out. He could see she wanted it… now!

While she still clung mindlessly to the counter, he reached round and unfastened her shorts. He pushed them along with her panties down over her swelling ass-cheeks. A throb of excitement shook his cock as he saw her garments lying in a puddle at her feet. He watched her raise one foot and set it down far from the other. She bent forward slightly. Her eagerness pushed him onward. He guided his cock-tip in between her buttocks and shoved. He missed her hole the first time but she squirmed and shrieked with excitement. The next time, he was dead center. Her cunt-walls parted to admit his hard-driving cock. They clung to him as he pulled back out of her. They parted gratefully to admit him a second time. They were doing it! In the middle of the day, in the middle of her kitchen, he was screwing the lusty older woman who had robbed him of his virginity. And left him with the hot treasures of her greedy pussy.

"Oh Donny! Oh darling it feels so good! Your cock is so fine in my cunt, Donny!" Martha was totally caught up in their moment's lurid passion. She recalled how she had felt used and abused when her husband used her this way. When the boy did it to her, it was an adventure. They were sharing in the sexuality, in the spontaneity. They took turns egging each other on. She did not feel taken advantage of. She fell wonderfully fulfilled. She did not think any man could ever make her feel used and humiliated again. She felt too sure now of her own sexuality. Of her God-given right to pleasure. No man could take that away from her!

But there were many hard cocks in the word, she knew, who could give her that pleasure! She reveled in the thought that her life need never again seem empty and meaningless. Just having lots of sex had not been enough. But having lots of the kind of sex she chose for herself was all the thrills Martha needed out of life. The kind of input the boy was giving her inspired her with an awesome self-confidence. With good cock to back her up, Martha knew she could conquer the world.

Right now, Donny's slender hard cock seemed quite enough, thank you.

"Oh Donny-y-y… Donny it's good-d-d!"

The sudden explosion of passion they were indulging in had Donny's brain reeling. He gripped firm hold of Mrs. Roy's ass-cheeks, not worrying too much about whether he was hurting her, knowing that she was immersed enough in the pleasure that anything he might do would please her. He shoved his cock into her cunt in long, smooth strokes. He pulled out of her until only the very tip was still caught in the hot embrace of her cunt. Then, just at the moment, when she started to whine in frustration, he shoved hard. The tight clasp of her pussy pulled moans from him that harmonized with the blonde's ecstatic whinnies.

"Uh man… I don't believe I'm doing this! It feels so good!" He wondered what the guys on the team who tended to look down on him would think if they could see him now. Shoving his cock into the eager twat of the coach's old lady! They would never know. Donny would not do that to Mrs. Roy. But just thinking about what they would say if they knew made the boy feel awfully good about himself. He doubted if any of those big guys could intimidate him now, the way they used to.

What Martha had not known about Steve Manners was that he was a persistent youth. He was used to having things – and women – when and as he wanted them. When Mrs. Roy told him they could not see each other any more, Steve was not willing to accept her explanation at face value. His pride would not allow it.