Mary Moore - Whore wife

She turned onto the shoulder under some tall bushes overlooking the reservoir and stopped. She was grateful for the calm. It was pretty and peaceful at dusk.

She noticed one lone hiker coming down the road. He was tall, and young, and wore a kerchief around his neck. He noticed her car and waved casually, before he strode on past. She watched him in her rear view mirror, scuffing up dust with his boots.

When he was, ten feet past the car and still walking, she honked the horn lightly. He looked back. Seeing her wave at him, he stopped, hesitated, then started on back toward her.

Why not a little fling, Linda, before the party starts? You have some time to kill, she thought.

"You're not an explorer scout by any chance, are you?" asked Linda as the young man came up to the car window.

"Yes, ma'am, I am."

"Where are you hiking from? Or to?" she asked pleasantly. She didn't wish to appear overanxious.

"Uh, from Barney," the teen said, nodding over his shoulder. Barney was a town about six miles away. A safe enough distance.

"Ah, I've just become a Boy Scout leader in Livermore myself," said Linda. "It's all new to me. I'm really learning a lot."

"That's nice," he said, friendlier. "I just got my church award. For service and things like that."

That made him more of a challenge, thought Linda. "Can I drop you somewhere?" she asked.

"Oh, no, I like to walk. I'm just going to my aunt's house. For a late supper."

That made it a doubly hard challenge, Linda thought. "What's this bush called to my right?" she inquired, feigning interest. "I'm not up on my flora and fauna, as I should be."

"Mulberry," said the youth quickly. He picked a berry, wiped it on his trousers, and ate it. Then he picked one for her.

Thems the berries, thought Linda. "Thank you." She accepted the treat graciously and popped it in her mouth. She hopped out of her car door just then, slammed it, and walked around to his side.

He seemed awkward and ill at ease. But he had a fine body, a fine, strong, young body. Linda looked him boldly up and down. "You must be all of seventeen," she said.

"Eighteen, ma'am," he said. "What's your name?"

"Gordon," came the abrupt reply. "Gordon what?"

"Gordon White."

"Oh, mine's, uh, Lila Casey," she said quickly. If the seduction were successful, she didn't want it traveling the Boy Scout circuits so quickly. People tended to know each other in small towns, she knew.

"You're a fine specimen of a scout," she said easily. "A tribute to our organization."

"Thank you, ma'am," the boy beamed. "I appreciate that, coming from a-a woman, a scoutmaster like yourself."

"Yes, why don't they call us scout mistresses, I wonder?" laughed Linda.

"Why, you know, I don't know that," said Gordon thoughtfully, "That's a good suggestion."

"You're a sincere guy," said Linda after a moment's pause.

"I try to be," answered Gordon. "Is there anything else I can show you? I mean, a plant or a bush?" The boy was blustered. "I know them pretty well."

"There is something you can show me, Gordon. If you would. And it's not a plant or a bush… exactly. It's-it's something else." Linda began rubbing her hands along her thighs, up and down. She couldn't help it. It was a revealing gesture, revealing even to her. She knew, now, how homey she was. And that she had to have this young scout. She would be his mistress or bust.

"You, Gordon," she said coolly, seductively, reaching for his crotch. She stepped quickly forward to make sure he wouldn't get away. She grabbed him between his legs and felt a hard underpinning beneath her hand.

"Ohhhh, Miss – Miss Casey. Oh, don't. Don't do that. Please!" He yelled out and pulled away.

Linda released her hand quickly. "What's wrong? What's the matter? You're all ready," pleaded Linda. "You're hard." She couldn't let him escape so easily, not when his body was complying with her wishes, even if his head was not. Yet.

"But I-I never – I mean, I just took the church award and…"

"You've never had a woman, is that it?" said Linda sympathetically. "There has to be a first time, you know. Why not? I'm a good teacher. Experienced. Willing. And there's no one else around. No one will ever know."

"No, no, I've never had a woman. I mean, I never even had a girl! I mean, you're so old. I-I'm sorry. I mean to say that."

Linda threw back her head and laughed. She was a big chagrined, though. "I understand," she said quickly. "It MUST seem strange to you. But very, very handsome."

She ran her hand down his groin, over his thigh, and up and down around his ass cheek. He was well-muscled. He must be very strong, she thought. Goes out for sports.

And he was a virgin.

She took him by the hand and lead him, slightly tagging, down the small embankment to the reservoir. It was part sand and part rock and a bit of dirt and grass. The mulberry bush hid them from the wad where an occasional car would pass. And what the bushes didn't hide, night soon would.

Linda sat down and pulled him down too. She paused a minute before kissing him. She didn't want to frighten him. He might rim.

She leaned and planted her lips on his. Then withdrew. She heard a short gasp from him. She kissed him again, a second longer this time, and again withdrew. His chest heaved once or twice, and he didn't take his eyes off her. When she leaned to kiss him a third time, he was ready. He kissed her back. Or rather he pecked her.

It was a beginning, Linda thought.

She grasped him by both cheeks then and this time, in a long and drawn-out kiss, placed her tongue between his lips and gently drilled it in. Her firm pressure caused him to open his mouth. Linda seized the opportunity to explore all the inner recesses of his warm, wet mouth. Only smacking and grunting sounds could be heard.

He was sighing audibly now at intervals. He clutched her arm clumsily and she brought his hand slowly, patiently, down to her right tit. There was an awkward, guttural hiss deep in his throat when he touched her there, as if he'd held his breath for years to touch a woman in that place. Now he could relax. His fingers and hand were squeezing in all the right places. Linda had never before encountered such eager hands.

She quickly pushed his hand down her low-cut dress, down and inside the bra, till he was grasping flesh. He squeezed her breast till it hurt. He found the fine pink nipple and squeezed that, too. He rolled it around in the palm of his hand.

She would get him all hot before she would go back to the car to get a blanket. She didn't want him running away.

This time HE kissed HER. He tilted his head awkwardly to hers and smacked her on the lips. Then he inserted his tongue, as she had, and drove it, slowly at first, and then wildly, in and out of her mouth. His tongue was thick and wet and divine.

Linda devoured it eagerly. She impaled her mouth on it. She sucked on it. And she felt his hand descend down her body, from her naked breast to her leg. Up, up, went the hand underneath her black lace dress. It touched the bare flesh above the gartered hose she wore. It fingered the delicate, soft flesh. Her pussy dripped honey into her tight lace panties.

She squirmed in his anus. "Oh, you wonderful hunk of male flesh," she drooled between kisses.

"Look, I've gotta fetch a blanket from the car. I don't want to ruin this dress. Okay?" She tried to pull from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go.

"No, you're changing your mind," Gordon said. A frown passed over his face and he bit his lower lip.

"No? What! Are you crazy? To leave a young hunk of man like you? You've gotta be joking. Now let go and I'll be right back."

"No, I won't let you go. You're a cock-teaser like all the rest."

"What? What are you talking about? All the rest of who? I'm no adolescent. I thought that went out in the fifties."