Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

Her mouth opened and she sucked. Her pussy tingled and she writhed her hips round and round in search of more of the teen's daring tongue loving.

He loved them both. They were both so eager, so spontaneous, so beautiful. He didn't know which one was more greedy in her frothing desire. At the moment, the squirming blonde felt like more than a handful. Randy summoned up all the manly strength he could muster to do justice to her wet hot cunt-slit. He was so busy eating her pussy that he didn't even have time to worry about whether he might blow too quick. Already the older women were making a man of him!

Though he devoted so much energy to rippling his tongue over Mrs. Baker's juicy cunt, he was not impervious to the pleasure of her skilled groping mouth. His attention darted back and forth, wanting to drink in the pleasure received, yet anxious to return pleasure in kind. He realized this was the way it must be for a man. It was fantastic to have a woman's mouth doing terrific things to his cock, but he must never forget that the woman needed her pleasure too. How good a lover he was depended on how much joy he could dish out to his squealing partner!

"Randy… you're wonderful! Oooooohhh, darling-g-g!" A lusty smile creased her features as she looked down at him for just a moment. Then her cheeks bloated as she welcomed once again the determined rutting shaft of his cock. She lurched her cunt down against his tongue, forcing it a little way up inside. The excitement was so intense she thought she might faint. But she went on sucking, mouthing his cock more rapidly than before. She could feel the explosion rising closer to the surface. Whatever depravity she had sunk into today… however wantonly she had violated the rules she had been raised to respect… she longed only for the culmination of her seething arousal. The orgasm first, then she would try to understand. The orgasm first, then the whole world would look so wonderful. None of it would matter. "Hhhhhhnnnhhh…!"

No longer content to wait for the release to happen, she crawled up onto her hands and knees.

Her head bobbed fitfully over Randy's cock. Her cunt ground unashamed into his open groping mouth. It was all the teen could do to keep up with her grueling pace. But he gave his all. His tongue stabbed her cunt-hole. It slipped up to writhe round the slick nubbin of her clitoris. It even delved her sensitive nether hole, there to wrench a new and deeper shriek from her throat.

The combined effect of his lusty toil was to break loose the last bonds that held Mrs. Jean Baker to earth. Her clitoris vibrated awesomely. Her cunt clutched in on itself, trying to draw the working tongue right on up inside. She was cumming!

"Uuuuuuuhhh! Oh God… I'm cuming, Randy! It's soooo good-d-d!"

The sheer lewdness of the experience of having the older woman's pussy humping down against his face while she worked out her climax dissolved the last of the teen's resistance. Her mouth clutched his cock hungrily. He shot his load deep into the back of her throat. "Uuuuuhh! Golly… Mrs. Baker… uuuhhh!" Again his face was, muffled in hot wet cunt. But he had the satisfaction of knowing that the beautiful blonde had a bellyful of his jism.

Her mouth had never left his cock all the time he was shooting off. She had swallowed every last drop of it!

It took several minutes for the pair to drag themselves up off the floor. The shock of her climax, the hot dose of Randy's cum, had sobered Jean. She didn't know if she would be able to look the teen in the face.

But it wasn't hard. He was grinning at her with such trusting admiration. She couldn't help but feel good about what had happened. Who said it was perverted for an older woman to make love to a young man? Randy had just given her back her faith in herself.

She smiled and touched his cheek. "You'd better go chop some wood. We don't want the lady of the house wandering what went on here this morning."

That was the fly in the ointment. She had "borrowed" Eileen's lover. The lively brunette seemed more than willing to share everything else with her friend. But, in this case, Jean couldn't help thinking Eileen might not want to be cooperative. Jean's new joy would have to remain a secret from her best friend.

Eileen could not help noticing the astounding change in her girlfriend's disposition. In the first few days of her visit, Jean's moods had alternated between quiet pleasantness and depression. It was clear the blonde could not free herself of the specter of her troubled marriage. She could not stop missing Todd and worrying that he did not miss her at all. Several times she had started to write him and then had stopped herself. Eileen did nothing to encourage Jean one way or the other. But secretly, she hoped to see her friend freed of a relationship that had so shattered her hopes and her self-confidence.

Eileen had worried that it might not have been fair to leave Jean alone with Randy. She knew any young man seemed to remind the blonde of her husband as he once had been, of the happiness that was gone. The brunette had decided it might be good for Jean to overcome her morbid preoccupations. She hoped that, by spending a morning with Randy, Jean would see he was just Randy. Not Todd. Not anyone else. She thought Jean needed the company. Randy was a cheerful guy.

It had never occurred to her that anything might happen between them, even though Randy had developed a taste for older woman in his relationship with her. She had never thought Randy would be so ambitious. Or Jean so vulnerable. Jean seemed so much in control of herself, so sure of what she approved of and what she did not.

Memories of the beautiful blonde writhing on her bed with a finger massaging her anus to orgasm seemed like a prurient dream. They were so far from the Jean Eileen saw everyday.

But something had changed Jean, on the very day that Jean had stayed home and Randy had come to chop wood. Eileen was pleased to see her friend so cheerful, but her curiosity demanded she root out the cause of Jean's change in spirits.

She devised a scheme to entrap Jean, if there were anything to entrap her at. She set things up carefully. The afternoon before, she told Jean she was going to have to go to town alone the next day to see her lawyer. She would be gone all day. Then she took Jean to Misty Waters for dinner, so the blonde would have a chance to alert Randy, if there were something between them. For her day of reckoning, she had chosen Randy's day off, to be sure he would not to be tied up with work. Everything was set.

With her new cheery enthusiasm, Jean waved Eileen good-bye. The older woman drove a mile down the road, in the direction away from Misty Waters. Then she started to walk back through the trees.

As she walked, she tested herself on how she would feel if her suspicions were proved correct. Would she be jealous? She didn't think so. The thought of Jean getting it on with Randy excited her. The prospect opened up all kinds of possibilities. Maybe now Eileen would have the nerve to try to seduce her girlfriend. That idea had never left her since the night she had watched the beautiful blonde playing with herself.

It was the thought that her suspicions might prove groundless that most worried Eileen. She realized she was hoping the situation might give her the opening with Jean she had been looking for. More than anything, she wanted to break down the barriers between them. She wanted to be totally honest with her friend. And she wanted to show her how much she loved her.

Eileen's cunt was wet with anticipation by the time she stole up to her cabin in the woods. There was no sign of Jean outside. It was possible Randy might not be here yet. But she would check Jean's bedroom window, just to be sure she wasn't missing anything.