Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

His hand roughly caressed his cock through his pants as he watched the former mousy blonde squirming like a sex-fiend in front of the boy's probing tongue. He watched Donny reach right in to spread her pussy-lips wide. When he started licking her in long smooth attacks of his tongue, he thought Mrs. Roy would go right out of her head with excitement. She was half laughing, half crying. She humped her cunt up into Donny's face like a demented creature.

Steve could not take the suspense any longer. He wanted some fun too!

Martha was so absorbed in the way Donny's mouth was attacking her pussy she did not even notice at first that they were not alone. It was not until Steve was almost within touching distance that she saw him. Her eyes grew very large. But her cunt kept squirming beneath Donny's tongue. She could not help herself. The pleasure was more compelling than the danger that Steve's presence implied.

"What… what… uuhhh!" It was hard for her to keep her head straight. She wanted to deal with Steve, but her body wanted only to deal with Donny and his exploring tongue. "What are you doing… go away, Steve! Go away!"

The dark-haired boy only grinned and started to pull down his zipper.

Donny was confused at first by the strange things Mrs. Roy was saying. It did not enter his head at first that they were no longer alone. The blatant evidence was the boy kneeling on the couch next to Mrs. Roy, the hard cock swaying in the older woman's direction. He tried to pull back from Mrs. Roy's pussy but her knees locked him to her. In her excitement, she was holding him prisoner between her naked thighs. He looked up far enough to discover the identity of the intruder.

"Steve! What the…! You're not…" Mrs. Roy squirmed her pussy in his face again. He had no choice but to serve her growing need. He was not sure he liked the situation as it had developed, but he felt powerless to change it. Mrs. Roy did not seem disturbed. She was still waving her pussy in his face. If she wanted it, how could he stop her?

His brain struggled frantically to figure out how Steve Manners came to be at Mrs. Roy's house in the first place. How could the older boy feel confident of exposing his cock to Mrs. Roy if he had not done it before? He was beginning to suspect that what was happening was not so new to the older woman as he might have thought!

Martha watched the dark-haired boy bring his exposed cock close to her face. Some part of her told her that she should drive him away… she should be angry with him for what he had done to her.

Yet his cock hypnotized, her. It was so hard and swollen. So eager for her. Despite the break between them, she had not forgotten the many talents of young Steve's turgid cock!

Trembling with his own boldness, Steve shoved his cock-tip against the older woman's mouth. Already he was pretty sure he had won her over to his obscene scheme. The glazed arousal in her eyes told him she was mesmerized by what was going on… by what he might do to enhance the pleasure she was already receiving.

He did not want to keep her in suspense any longer. He did not want to keep his aching cock away from the pleasure it craved. He pushed his cock ruthlessly past the barrier of her lips. He did not ease the pressure until his cock was buried to the hilt in her warm clinging mouth.

"Mmmmmm…" Martha had already resigned herself to what she chose to view as the inevitable. In her lust-weakened condition, she could not turn away a second hard cock. No matter how flagrantly she might be compromising her principles by letting him remain.

To her lusty libido, it seemed a natural extension of the pleasure she had known so far with her boys to be able to have two of them at once. It was such an intriguing thought to contemplate having two hard cocks to herself – to have two young lovers to serve her every want and need. Though Steve had betrayed her, she could not be angry with him. Not with his swollen cock between her lips! Not with Donny's tongue tickling the fleshy entrance to her cunt!

"Wow, Mrs. Roy… I've missed this hot mouth of yours! Suck it… suck my cock!" Steve thrust his cock rhythmically into her mouth while she squirmed her pussy against the twirling tongue of young Donny.

Donny's head was a mass of confusion. He continued to lick and suck Mrs. Roy's pussy-lips because he knew that was what was expected of him. Yet he was having trouble accepting the astounding fact that Mrs. Roy had been lover to Steve Manners. It was one thing to have suspicions, it was another thing to know for sure!

Donny's pride was injured!

Yet just knowing that the older woman was sucking another guy's cock while he ate her pussy made incredible jolts of arousal stab at his cock. His cock was still protruding from his fly, still coated with her pussy-moisture. It was hard now and swaying between his legs as he ate the blonde's pussy. The pleasure flowing through his body made it hard for Donny to stay hurt. After all, he had known all along that a married woman like Mrs. Roy was not making love to him alone. Yet to discover that he had been sharing the coach's wife with another member of the team was a shock! The shock was quickly turning to raw excitement!

The boy had to accept that Mrs. Roy was not all his. For a recent virgin, it was a hard piece of reality to swallow. Yet the hurt was rapidly being replaced with a new lurid arousal. He had never imagined sharing a woman with another guy. Yet here he was doing it! Here he was eating Mrs. Roy's pussy while Steve Manners shoved his cook into her face. Here he was licking up the wetness from her cunt while she moaned under the lusty mouth impalements of another guy's cock!

It was better than anything Donny had ever read or dreamed about! Better because it was real life! Real, sexy life!

Though the boy had suffered a disillusionment, his disappointment was losing place to another kind of excitement. It was another phase of manhood to be able to share a woman with another guy on an equal footing. Once Donny had looked up to Steve, the football hero, as someone hopelessly above him. Now he and Steve were reduced to equals. Donny sensed the other boy's respect. He knew Steve was impressed with the way he had been making love to Mrs. Roy. Steve would never again think of him as just a kid. Donny might not be a natural talent with a football, but he had other talents. Talents that would get him far!

"Cripes, I love eating your pussy, Mrs. Roy! It tastes great!" His remarks were as much for Steve as they were for the other woman.

Steve was playing the same game. "Uuuuhhh… suck my cock like that, Mrs. Roy! Shit, your mouth's beautiful!"

Listening to the obscene praise of the two teenagers overwhelmed Martha with the lurid reality of her depravity. She felt like a great she-Goddess serving a hard eager cock in her mouth and feeding her greedy twat to another boy's mouth. She squirmed and moaned tirelessly. Little had she suspected when she first started to daydream about two gentle boy lovers that she might some day have them both claiming their pleasure from her aroused body. The passion was turning out to be a lot more raunchy than she had imagined it then. But then, Martha had not known what she really wanted from herself, from life, from sexuality, in those days. She knew now. She felt powerful in her knowledge. She could see long years of pleasure stretching out before her. Other conquests. Other seductions.

"Oh Steve honey, your cock's so hard in my mouth! I love the way it feels! Eat me, Donny darling…! Oh lick my pussy like that! You're wonderful!" Feeling as if nothing could stop her now, Martha writhed wantonly between the two boys.

Her tongue swirled round the inflated cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down over the stiff cock, prodding it with her tongue, nibbling it with her supple lips. She knew making love to the boys had taught her a lot about her own skills. She had forgotten how to respond from the guts with her husband. She had gotten into such a rut with Frank that she had abandoned many of the skills she had once had. She and her husband had given up their experimenting, their first greedy thirst for one another. Routine had replaced inspiration.