Janet McCoy - The wife_s new lovers

She realized it was slightly cruel of her. But it would satisfy her need to reassert her power over her girlfriend. Though she saw Jean as an equal, the younger woman was still her lover, Eileen's pride as a lover demanded that she be the more aggressive, the stronger partner. She didn't want to see Jean getting too independent. It was Jean's place, as far as Eileen was concerned, to follow where she led sexually.

Tim smiled shyly when he accepted the ride. He seemed nervous in her company. Eileen talked to him kindly, working to put him at ease.

"Today is my day off."

"You know, Tim, you surprise me. You look very young – now that's no criticism. Everyone should try it once." He laughed. "But you're really a very together guy. You've got a good head on your shoulders. And I should know. I'm a schoolteacher." He laughed again, but she could see he was pleased with the compliment. He was blushing a little. His flushed cheeks made her want to grab him.

"What I was thinking, Tim… I was on the way to my favorite quiet spot." She was lying though her teeth, but it was indeed a very quiet place. She had never seen anyone else there. "Would you like to see a stream with great fishing?"

"Boy, would I! I'm crazy about fishing!"

"I thought you'd be the kind of guy who would appreciate this." A couple of miles ahead, she turned into a narrow rutted road that was half grown over with bushes. She guided her Jeep slowly and expertly deeper into the forest. Her cunt was throbbing with anticipation at the thought of what she intended to do when she got to that fishing stream. She stole a look at the teen. She wondered if the excitement on his face was inspired purely by the thought of fish. Or was he suspicious of what she might have in wind? Was his young cock pulsing at the thought of what this older woman might teach him?

Feeling incredibly depraved, intensely excited, she pulled the Jeep to a stop in the shelter of bushes on the edge of a clearing that bordered the stream.

He looked down toward her shirt-and-shorts-clad body. For the first time he realized that the older woman was wearing no brassiere. He could see half of the soft smooth mounds of her tits down the front of her blouse. He could see her hard little nipples poking against the material. He realized he had been looking a long time. She had caught him staring. Her hand gave his cock a fond squeeze. "Uuhh!"

"Don't be embarrassed about looking at me, Tim. It makes me feel good that you like to look at me. Why don't you touch me there? Touch my breasts. It would make me feel good." As she spoke, her fingers were deftly pulling his cock from his fly. She watched the teen's face grow tense. Her skillful fingers slipped easily up and down over his cock. "Mmmm… your cock feels good. Touch my titties, Tim."

The teen was too stunned by the raw contact of her hand on his throbbing cock to do anything at first. But he stared distractedly at her cleavage, remembering her lurid invitation. He looked down at her hand clutching his cock. The sight gave the teen an incredible surge of excitement. It was real! This beautiful woman was holding onto his cock! She wanted him to touch her tits! Who was he to deny her anything… anything she wanted?

Feeling drunk with power, he reached for her buttons and fumbled with them. At last her round generous tits were open to his gaze. He touched them as if he were reaching for the crown jewel. He was awes truck.

His cock throbbed with feverish aroused as she moaned in wanton contentment. Her fingers teased his cock-head, coaxing it to greater hardness. He fought back the urge to cum all over her hand.

"Oooohhh… Timmmmm… that feels so wonderful, darling! You know, ever since that time I saw you at the resort, I've been wanting to feel you touching me there! Play with my titties, Tim!"

He felt her lean closer into his grasp. Her ear sensuality was more astounding than anything the teen had ever read or been told about. The story of Miss Kerr and Mrs. Baker with Luke, Hank and Randy had been a taunting tale which he hadn't let himself believe. The reality of Miss Kerr urging him to fondle her tits was more exciting than a thousand stories about orgies on a deserted island.

This was really happening. This was his first experience with a woman… any woman! And how lucky could he get! Here he was with the most beautiful woman in the lake community saying she had been longing for him to touch her.

His hands grew more and more zealous in their investigation of her tits. At her coaxing, he grabbed her nipples and rolled them between his fingers.

"Harder, darling, harder!"

Chills ran up and down his spine as he applied pressure that he was sure must have brought pain, but only succeeded in making her moan more luridly than ever. Her fingers grew more and more animated in their travels over his turgid cock. He knew he was leaking some juices. Her fingers had suddenly gotten kind of wet. They slid mote easily over his cock-shaft. The moist pressure was almost more than he could bear. But he did what his older brother had once advised him: breathe deep and think about swimming in the ocean in March. To his surprise the formula worked, though he couldn't think about the ocean for very long… not with subjects so much more compelling to ponder.

"Mmmmmm… Tim! Your cock feels so good to touch, darling! Your hands feel so nice on my titties!"

He looked at the dreamy expression on her face. There was no doubt in his mind of the sincerity of her arousal. Her nipples were rock-hard, the way he had been told a woman's nipples get when she is excited. Her lips were parted in the kind of sultry expression he had seen in girlie magazines. They made him want to kiss her. He wondered if he dared. His hands grabbed a meaty handful of tit and squeezed.

"Oh, Tim!" The shock of the pleasure made her open her eyes. She caught him staring at her mouth. She knew what was on his mind. "Kiss me, Tim," she murmured.

His lips puckered. He leaned forward slightly to kiss her softly on the lips.

She relished the innocence of his kiss for a moment. Then she proceeded to show him how it was between two people who really lusted after one another. Her tongue probed deep into his mouth. He hung back at first, surprised. Then his tongue came out timidly to meet hers. Her pussy throbbed at his shyness, his uncertain hunger.

Leading him step by step into the secrets of set had Eileen's cunt flaring hotly. She knew instinctively that the teen was new to all this, that he was a bonafide virgin. The thought made her desire for him boil just that much higher. She had to taste the tender young cock in her hand! She had to indulge herself in her wanton need. She vowed not to be too greedy. She would steal just that one cherry, and leave the other for her girlfriend. The thought of her own generosity made her hard clitoris ache.

"Tim darling, I'm going to suck your cock now. Don't be frightened, my handsome teen! I'm going to be so good for you… and for me, too!"

She was looking intently at him, gauging his reaction. The blushing awe in his face was just the turn-on she had been expecting. Like so many teens before him, he was shocked at the incredible prospect of having her suck his cock. His eagerness was mingled with that touch of fear that she enjoyed so much.

"I… I…" Tim could manage no more than that. He held onto the beautiful brunette's tit as she bent down toward his tingling cock. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming fear that he was going to shoot his wad right into her face. But he quickly imagined himself diving into the sea in the wintertime. The crisis was stayed for the time being.

He looked around at the quiet forest that stood silent witness to their lust. It was still so hard to believe that it was really happening to him. He had started out today expecting to hitchhike all day, to see some people, some of the neighboring lakes. If he had known he would end up sitting in the front seat of a beautiful woman's Jeep while she told him she was going to suck his cock, he might not even have had the guts to leave the resort!