Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

Abruptly he rose from the couch and pushed her thighs apart. He slipped down onto his knees in front of the moaning woman. Though the blonde was shocked for a moment by the sudden break in the progress of their necking, she smiled at him and lay her head back against the couch. "I don't know what's come over me, Steve! I just have no willpower left. I don't feel like I could say no to you! Not to anything! You've done something to me… something I don't even understand!"

Steve was familiar enough with the ways of women to know that sometimes they said things more for their own satisfaction than because they really needed to communicate anything to the other person. It was possible that Mrs. Roy really did not know what was happening to her, but Steve guessed she was talking to her conscience more than to him.

He certainly understood what was happening. For the first time in a long time, someone was making Mrs. Roy feel very special. She was being set free from the humdrum lifestyle that made her look and feel sad. She needed what he was doing to her, probably more than she wanted to admit to herself.

He reached for the crotch band of her panties and pulled it aside. The pink slit of her moist pussy gasped at him. It gleamed with the juices of her building arousal. While one hand held her panties aside, he reached to prod the soft-looking pink flesh. She squealed and he poked her a little harder. His cock throbbed in answer to her tense hunger.

He looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed, heavy with lust. She looked totally abandoned, ready to accept whatever he might decide to dish out to her. "I want to do something nice for you, Mrs. Roy. I want to make you feel good. You have such a beautiful pussy… mmmmmmm…" His tongue licked up the soft, hair-fringed furrow of her cunt.

At once her ass lunged forward off the couch. She thrust her cunt against the boy's face and groaned out her pleasure. "Oh-h-h my-y-y-y God-d! Oh God… it's soo good-d!"

Things were going farther faster than Martha could keep up with. It had started with a few kisses that in themselves had been enough to scatter the tendrils of her self-control. It had seemed all right to allow herself just the fleeting joy of savoring the boy's warm responsive mouth. His hand on her tits had been so gentle.

She had never expected anything so awesome as his dropping to his knees to give her a blowjob. But now that it was happening, she realized how wantonly she craved the tender pressure of his tongue licking up along her hot cunt-flesh. Her husband never bothered to do this thing for her, though he often made her suck his cock. She had come to resent sucking his cock, and to wonder what was wrong with her that he never wanted to kiss her pussy the way he had in the old days.

The boy's lusty moans of appreciation reassured Martha that there was nothing wrong with her. The boy was enjoying eating her pussy. He was licking in greedy frenzy at the flaring opening to her cunt. Each time his tongue pressed against her hole, a little more moisture seeped out for him to lick up. Martha thought her cunt had never felt so good. The boy's touch was so tender, yet so filled with passion. With the skills of his mouth, he was making Martha feel like a wild, wanton woman again. Full-blooded and desirable.

She realized just how much she loved to have her pussy eaten!

Caring nothing for the depravity of her situation, Martha released herself totally to the urgent abandon of the moment. She spread her thighs wide and reached to stroke the dark head that labored there so ardently. She pulled his face in closer to her cunt and ground her pussy against him. She did not feel shy about doing it. Wine and the elixir of lust had made her bold. And she could see with her own eyes that the boy loved everything she was doing. She could feel through her tingling twat the fiery assault of his tongue working up and down along her snatch.

Steve realized now that he had gotten even more than he had bargained for from Mrs. Roy's box of treasures. He had never seen any woman respond to a new lover with such total wanton energy. The way her cunt was writhing in his face would have made him fear for the well-being of his neck if he too had not been so excited.

He grew impatient with the crotch band that he had constantly to hold to one side. Gripping it firmly, he ripped it loose. There was nothing now to keep him from her steaming gash. He licked his lips lustily and prepared to take the wife of the school coach on a long sweet ride to ecstasy. It sure beat sitting at his desk pouring over books! Steve had not enjoyed such a wanton adventure since his first days with Miss Pope!

"Mmmmmm… God, your cunt tastes good, Mrs. Roy! God, I sure am lucky that I got to take you to the dentist's today!" His tongue swirled up and around her hardened clitoris, driving a long low moan from deep in her throat. She positioned her clitoris just right to make it easy for him to do it again.

Thinking of the dentist made Martha think of her husband who had once again shirked his duty to her by getting one of his students to take his place. She smiled grimly to think how Frank's smart tricks had backfired on him this time. Much as he neglected his wife, Frank was not the kind of guy to appreciate the thought that some other male was taking his place at his wife's cunt. Martha felt a surge of power mixed with her excitement as she realized that this time she was one up on her big husband. Though Frank could never know that she had turned another of his slights into her own advantage.

It felt so wonderful to the quiet woman to remind herself that she was having an adventure. A wonderful sexy adventure to break up the humdrum tedium of her daily chores.

More than that, she had a lover who cared enough to think about her needs and wants first. She had a handsome young boy kneeling between her legs eating her cunt. Telling her how sexy she was! How beautiful! How good she tasted! Martha had not felt so full of life and excitement in a long, long time! She had the boy to think for all of it!

"Oh Steve… honey, you're beautiful! I'm so… oh God, I don't know how to tell you how good you make me feel!" Her legs opened as wide as she could get them, Martha rocked her head from side to side against the couch. Her hair had fallen out of its ponytail and it fell long and soft around her shoulders. When he looked up at her through her kinky blonde cunt-hair, the boy was amazed by how young she looked. And how beautiful – almost like an angel in a trance.

He could feel her clitoris getting harder under his tonguing. He swirled his tongue more energetically around her stiff pleasure-bud. He swooped down low to prod his tongue up inside her clutching cunt-hole. Back and forth his tongue worked, drawing her out at all her most sensitive points. Making her feeble with lust… He could hardly wait to hear her cumming. He wanted to know he had done that thing for the beautiful sad lady. Only a little while later, his wish turned into reality.

"Aaaaaiiiieeeee… ooooommm ooooommm Steve I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" She lurched her cunt-mound up heedlessly against the boy's face. He thought he could detect her juices flowing hotter and more plentifully from her pussy. He licked them up eagerly, pleased that he had done such a good job of proving to the woman his wiles as a lover. Long after her crisis had passed, he continued to lick softly at her pussy-lips. She stroked his hair in silent gratitude.

"That was so wonderful," she murmured. She wanted to cry, but she knew it would look ridiculous. Men, even boys, never understood why women cried when they were happy.

It just felt so damned wonderful to have someone do something so tender for her. And then to stay, to be with her in her pleasure after it was over. "Do you know how wonderful it was, Steve darling?"