Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

He looked away from her, pretending to concentrate on his fishing pole which hung just as quietly in the water as he had before. She knew he had not forgotten her question.

"If it's something about me that bugs you, Steve, I'd like to know about it. Honest. I really want us to be friends. I think you're very nice, Steve, and it hurts me when I think there's something about me that keeps us from being good friends."

The look on his face was getting strained, as though he were holding his breath. She sensed he was struggling with himself. There were words trying to get out, but he did not know if he should dare. They exploded from his lips all at once. "It's just that you're awfully pretty, Miss Pope! I can't help it! I just get nervous around a beautiful woman!"

The youthful frustration of his confession touched Gwen deeply. Completely unexpectedly, it set up a hungry throbbing in her pussy. She grinned at him tenderly and reached out to stroke his face. His skin was soft and smooth to the touch. Her fingertips trembled as they grazed his cheek.

She did not recognize the moment when she made her awesome decision, but suddenly she was doing something she had had no conscious intention of doing.

She was kissing him. Kissing him hard.

Her tongue forced its way in between his lips and searched for his tongue. His mouth felt awkward under her touch, but it was that very awkwardness that excited her so much. He was so young and beautiful. So innocent to the joys of erotic abandon.

And he thought she was beautiful!

Before she could let herself reconsider her lecherous boldness, she was breaking new ground. Her hand was roaming freely over his body. He wore only shorts and a t-shirt. She relished the hard feel of his developing muscles. It came as a shock when she found his young cock, stiff and swollen under his shorts.

She had been caressing him without thinking of the consequences. She had been relishing the parts of him that still labeled him a young boy. Suddenly she had found the part that could make him a man!

"Mmmmm…" She moaned and began to caress the bulge more eagerly. Though she did not dare think very far ahead in her lusty game, she could feel her cunt flaring wetly underneath her shorts. She sensed more than thought about the obscene association her body was making between his aroused cock and her moistly seeping pussy.

The boy was totally overwhelmed by the suddenness of the woman's assault and more than that, by the excitement.

For two long years, he had been struggling against the forbidden impulses that struck him every time he looked at the lush swells of Miss Pope's big tits. Every time he watched her ass wriggling under the snug-fitting skirts she wore.

Steve spent a lot of time looking at the stash of girlie magazines he had found in his dad's closet. But the sight of all those naked women could not stir him so much as the real-life presence of Miss Pope and her lush full-bodied figure. Even with all her clothes on – which was the only way he ever saw her – she was sexier to Steve than a year's collection of best-of-the-month pin-ups.

Her red hair fascinated him. He always wondered if it was just as red on her pussy as it was on her head. Thoughts like that embarrassed Steve. They made him feel self-conscious in the older woman's presence. It had astounded him to learn that she had thought he did not like her… when his problem was he liked her too much!

To have her kissing him and touching his cock through his shorts was almost more than he could handle. He grew tense, afraid he might lose his cool completely. Afraid he might leave a wet stain on the front of shorts… and and that she would despise him then.

But the harder she pressed him, the less time Steve had to worry about things that were not contained in the present ecstatic moment. He could feel his cock throbbing lustily under her hand, responding to the erotic tease of having her so close to his pulsing cock, separated only by his thin shorts.

He struggled to kiss her back, the way she was kissing him. It was tricky to figure out how to get his tongue around hers and up into her mouth. But he enjoyed the learning process. Her moaning responses excited him. They excited him enough to make him bold enough to reach for her tits – the round bobbing tits that had been hypnotizing him for the past two years.

"Oh, Miss Pope…" he groaned. He could not help it! Even through a bra and her blouse, her tit felt wonderful! It yielded slightly to his touch. He grabbed for the other one. He had one in each hand! It was the proudest, most exciting moment of Steve's young life!

"Oh… God… that feels so good, Steve darling!" Immediately she planted her mouth back on his and began to twirl her tongue more luridly than ever up inside his mouth. Though she had not planned their forbidden encounter ahead of time, from the first taste of his lips, she had known that that was what she wanted. She had known it with every fiber of her being. Her beating heart. Her trembling fingertips. Her hot pulsing cunt.

The thought that she had aroused in the boy a passion to match her own made Gwen delirious with pleasure. Though his hands clutched her breasts awkwardly, with an obvious lack of experience, every touch was a tiny explosion of pleasure. With explosion heaped upon explosion, Gwen was rapidly losing hold of even the tiny shreds that remained of her self-control.

The last straw came when the boy mumbled innocently, "I can't believe it, Miss Pope! This is what I've been dreaming about for so long!"

That was all the encouragement she needed. Now she knew why Steve had been so stand-offish with her. He did not trust himself. He desired her as a woman.

She aroused the man in him! She aroused his hard throbbing cock!

Every doubt was cast aside as she felt herself flooded with the joyous certainty that what was happening was what they both wanted. Pleasant as his hands felt on her tits, there were other things she wanted to get on with. She forced Steve to lie down on his back on their picnic blanket. Pushing their provisions to one side, she helped Steve pull down his shorts until they were clinging around his knees. She kneeled next to him with the beating shaft of his cock in her hand. The feel of its sturdy arousal made her almost faint with passion.

She looked at the boy. Clearly he was, if possible, even more excited than she. His eyes were clouded with lust. They wore an almost pleading expression as her hand slid gently over his hardened cock. She felt more convinced than ever that what she was about to do was the right thing.

She bent forward and took his swollen cock-head between her lips. She formed a tight oval around his fleshy cock and slid her mouth down until her lips were pressed against his groin. She had a filling mouthful of young Steve Manners' cock. Her pussy tingled in lusty satisfaction.

"Uuuuuuuuhhh…" Steve reached for the picnic basket to one side of him and the grass on the other. He was looking for anything to hold onto. Anything to force himself against terrible onslaught of pleasure. His father's secretary had his hard cock up inside her wet mouth! The hot sun was heating down on both of them, witnessing their passion.

It was crazy! But the incredible thrills shooting through his exposed nerve-endings told him beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was no wet drew. This was more! Much, much more! "Uuuuhhh, Miss Pope… uh, that's terrific!"

He was not sure exactly what she was doing. At times the feelings felt light and uneven. Then they grew much more hot and purposeful. Her lips slid up and down along his cock-shaft. Her tongue was playing with him. The boy was totally at the mercy of the older woman's inspired lovemaking. He received every suck and lick with bleating moans of appreciation. Steve had never felt so weak… nor so sure of the dawning power of his manhood.