David Crane - A voyeur mom

She completed her disguise with false eyelashes and long red fingernails, along with large, bangle earrings that made it seem as if her ears were pierced and lipstick that changed her mouth to a scarlet slash.

She bought a peasant blouse and a gypsy skirt and, as soon as she got home, carefully applied her disguise and studied herself in the mirror.

She was satisfied.

Wanda the vagabond had been created and the fact that she was a distant cousin would account for whatever family resemblance remained. Jenny was confident that she could carry her sordid deception off.

She waited eagerly for school to get out, expecting her nubile daughter to get home first, as usual.

But Tommy was first to arrive today.

Tommy skipped baseball practice, pleading a fever and feeling as hot as if he did have a fever, as well. How could the horny boy play baseball when his cock was as hard as the bat? He was desperate to get home for sibling sex with his delectable kid sister in what he believed was the privacy of his bedroom.

But, not knowing that her brother had gone directly home after the last class, Belinda didn't hurry home, herself. Her final period of the day had been gym class and after the bell rang she lingered in the showers. Like Tommy, Belinda was feverishly hot and the cool spray felt pleasant on her naked, smoldering flesh.

She stayed on and soon enough she was the only girl left in the showers.

Then the gym teacher came in.

Belinda had heard rumors about Miss Jenkins and, although she wasn't sure if they were true, the angular, athletic woman certainly looked dykish.

Her hair was cropped manishly short and she never wore any make up, although her features were pretty enough. She was flat chested and slim hipped in her sweatshirt.

She stood, hands on hips, staring at Belinda.

Because Belinda was horny as could be, anticipating another incestuous session with her brother, the girl was feeling a bit bold and devilish.

She stepped out from under the spray and began to dry herself, squirming sensually. The gleam in Miss Jenkins' eyes seemed very significant and promising.

Belinda raised one knee and placed her foot on a bench, beginning to dry her shapely leg and making sure that her thighs wore well apart.

Miss Jenkins stared at Belinda's juicy cunt.

When Belinda glanced at her, smiling, the gym teacher looked away quickly. But as soon as the girl stopped watching her, the woman's gaze was drawn back to her groin compulsively.

Miss Jenkins was blushing, obviously embarrassed but she was licking her lips automatically, her pink tongue flickering across her mouth as if she were getting it limbered up for some acrobatic exercise.

Belinda felt certain of the woman's inclinations now and that certainly made her confident.

"How come you're staring at me, Miss Jenkins?" the girl asked, wide eyed and innocent.

"Errrr – ahhhh – I wasn't!"

"Yes you were. You were staring at my cunt."

Miss Jenkins gasped, shocked at hearing such language from the teenaged pupil.

Belinda cocked her head and grinned.

"Miss Jenkins have you got a crush on me?" she asked. "Do you have the hots for my body?"

The gym teacher seemed mesmerized. She took a step toward the naked teenager, then stepped back again. Her discretion was obviously struggling with her desire.

"I don't mind, you know," Belinda whispered huskily. "If you like me…"

"Belinda Duncan! You-you're a very naughty little girl," Miss Jenkins moaned. "In would never – never…" but her voice grew feeble and stammered off and her eyes were still glued on Belinda's nubile loins.

Belinda giggled and tilted her groin up invitingly. Her pussy was wet and open, the pink folds unfurled and her clit standing out stiff and swollen.

"Oh, well maybe I had the wrong idea," she said. "I thought you wanted to lick my cunt. I'm hot, you know but I guess I'll just have to play with myself."

Staring challengingly at the tormented teacher, Belinda ran her fingertips up the inside of her uplifted thigh, then brushed them against her cunt.

Her cunt-slot welled up with creamy nectar.

"I'll just have to frig myself," she sighed.

It was too much for Miss Jenkins. The sight of the sexy little seductress stroking her sweet cunt overwhelmed the woman's better judgement. Her tongue felt as stiff as an erect cock and her mouth was watering heavily. She sort of drifted forward, as if her sinewy legs had a mind of their own or were obeying the commands of her eyes and her tongue. Belinda drew her hand out of her crotch, standing with one foot on the bench and her legs wide apart. She was grinning wickedly at the cunt-hungry gym teacher, in full command of the situation.

Miss Jenkins sank slowly to her knees on the damp tiles, as if worshiping before a fertility symbol. Belinda jerked her pussy out invitingly. The woman stared at it like a gourmet presented with some delicate pink shellfish in a cream sauce, served on a hairy platter.

Her nostrils twitched as she inhaled the tantalizing perfume of steaming hot pussy. Her tongue fluttered out, so hot that her saliva was sizzling.

"I-I mustn't!" Miss Jenkins sobbed. But they both knew better than that. "Eat my pussy, Miss Jenkins," Belinda whispered. "I wanna cream your fucking tongue."

"Oooh yes!" the woman moaned, shuddering spasmodically and drooling with desire.

She held Belinda by the hips and slowly lowered her face between those shapely thighs.

Belinda tilted her cunt up eagerly. Miss Jenkins tongue was darting wildly about even before she had made contact with the succulent snack and her lips were writhing.

Then her tongue flicked against Belinda's cunt. "Ooooh!" the teenager squealed, as her hot clit sparked on that nimble tongue. She reached down and held the woman's face between her hands, cradling her head into her gooey groin enthusiastically.

Miss Jenkins began to lap away hungrily, slurping into Belinda's open cunt-slot, then tongue-fucking up into her smoldering fuck tunnel.

Belinda swayed, grinding her cunt-gash in the cunt-lapper's face, soaking her with seepage.

Miss Jenkins used only her tongue to begin with, laying Belinda's cunt-lips and slot and clit. Then she clamped her lips on the girl's creamy grotto and began to suck with relish. Belinda's cit exploded in her lips as she nursed on it like a nipple.

"Ummmm eat me out suck rue off!" the teenager moaned. "Milk me, Miss Jenkins."

She was surging toward a crest almost immediately, as that acrobatic tongue exercised nimbly in her cunt, churning and stirring and spooning out the goo.

Miss Jenkins' mouth filled up with cunt cream. She gulped it down greedily and slurped more out of the teenager's swampy fuck-slot. The woman was in a feeding frenzy, her lips plastered on Belinda's cunt and her tongue darting in and out like a hummingbird seeking nectar in a blossom.

"Cum, Belinda cream me!" she gasped, the words muffled on the girl's cunt.

Belinda mopped her pussy against that eager face and Miss Jenkins plated passionately away, adoring the snack and desperate for the creamy climax, longing for the teenager's fuck-box to melt in her mouth.

Belinda began to hump her ass and hips in a fucking motion, pumping rhythmically as she soared to the peak.

Belinda jerked and juiced and Miss Jenkins gulped and gobbled as the goo spilled lavishly out. Cunt-cum ran down her chin, overflowing her lips. She took Belinda's swollen clit in her lip and sucked, then opened her mouth wider and slurped on her cunt, turning her head from side to side like a terrier shaking a juicy rat.

The waves built up, then slowly passed. Belinda stuffed her hands around behind the gym-teacher's head, locking her fingers together. Holding Miss Jenkins' face steady, she whipped her cunt in the woman's face as she worked off the last hot spasms.