As usual, Frank was sitting over his breakfast with his face buried in the sports page of the morning paper. Martha watched him from her post beside the stove, wondering if he had heard her any of the three times she had asked him about her dentist's appointment. She decided she would try just one time more.
"Frank?"
"Mm?"
"I have to be at the dentist's today at three o'clock. You know there aren't any buses going that way and a taxi would cost a fortune. Do you think you could take some time away from the school and drive me?"
"Mm?"
Martha's heart sank. It seemed hopeless. It was so seldom she asked him for a favor, but even then she could not wring any kind of cooperation from him.
"Holy shit! I should have left five minutes ago! Why didn't you tell me?" Suddenly, he rushed from the table and tucked his paper in with his lunch bag. "I'll see you later, Martha. Try to have a good day." He didn't even look at her before he turned to let himself out the back door.
"Are you going to be here at two thirty, Frank?"
"Sure… sure… sure… bye…"
Martha had rationalized her lurid fantasies of a couple of days before by blaming Frank for them. If her husband took better care of her, she would not have to day dream about young boys with attractive smiles. She would not feel starved for little gestures that showed her she was beautiful or that she was worthy of love. She would not be blushing like a schoolgirl when a schoolboy grinned at her.
Her resentment against her husband made her stubborn. Instead of making other arrangements to get to the dentist, she would sit at home and wait for Frank to pick her up. When he did not show up, she would be angry about missing her appointment. She would let him know she was angry. The pale blonde decided it was time she started showing Frank she was not a household fixture to be ignored or pushed around whenever he felt like it.
She only hoped she would have the courage to carry out her plan. She was sick and tired of feeling like a non-person.
At two-thirty there was no sign of Frank. But there came a knock at the front door just at the point when Martha had decided to take off her good dress. She was shocked to discover that her escort was the same dark-haired boy who had offered to see her to her car at the school gym.
Nervously, she reached up to smooth her ponytail into place. She knew she did not look so pretty as she had the other day. She regretted that she had not taken more trouble with her appearance. There had seemed no point, when only Frank and her sixty-year-old dentist would be seeing her. She had never expected to see the handsome black-haired boy again.
"Steve, isn't it?" She tried to keep her manner casual. The thought that the boy might detect her excitement terrified her. "Please come in."
"The coach sent me to drive you to the dentist's, Mrs. Roy. I've got his car waiting out front."
"Oh… Oh." Again Martha smoothed her hair. She smoothed, down the folds of her pale green dress. It was hard for her to think. "Well, that's very nice of you, Steve. I guess I'm all ready."
"It's my pleasure, to help a pretty lady, ma'am. Besides, I'd do anything to miss English lit, and that's just what I'm missing right now."
They said little to one another on the drive over to the dentist's. Steve observed the older woman from time to time from the corner of his eye. Once or twice, he caught her looking shyly back. Each time, she blushed and looked away.
The first time he met his coach's wife, Steve had realized she was a shy, insecure woman. She carried herself in a way that indicated she did not even expect anyone to see her. Steve thought she probably had no idea how beautiful she was. Beautiful women were usually more sure of themselves than was Mrs. Roy.
The boy had noted that the coach did not seem to pay any more attention to his wife than his dad did to Miss Pope. But, while Miss Pope could cover herself well with a calm confident manner, Mrs. Roy acted in a way that showed she felt downtrodden and neglected.
The boy's heart went out to the older woman who sat nervously in her seat watching the road ahead. His cock throbbed in his jeans as he cast a furtive glance at her ripe out-thrusting tits. It seemed a waste to Steve that tits like Mrs. Roy's should go feeling neglected.
It was only on the way back from the dentist that the woman started up a conversation. "It's certainly nice to know that I have good healthy teeth. I always get nervous when I go to the dentist. Don't you?"
"Sure. But guys aren't supposed to show that kind of thing. We're supposed to be tough."
"Yes. That's the way your coach wants you, I suppose."
"Coach Roy's an okay guy. He's won our school a lot of ball games. He's tough all right, and he expects us to be just as tough or tougher. But I don't like to be tough all the time."
"No?" Martha turned to the handsome boy as he guided the car safely into her driveway. "How do you like to be when you're not being tough?" All during the ride, Martha's emotions had been wavering from one extreme to another. She blushed with shame when she remembered the erotic daydreams she had been entertaining about the boy the other day. She blushed with pleasure when she found him looking at her with those tender eyes that told her he really saw her and he liked what he saw.
"A guy's got to know how to be tender too. No woman wants a guy who's always being tough."
She thought how wise he was, and how handsome. She wished her husband might listen to this boy sometime. Maybe he would learn something. "Why don't you come in for a minute, Steve? The least I can do is give you some pie and milk."
"Sounds good to me." Steve walked behind her into the house. Her dress was full and flowed loosely over her hips. But still he could detect the taut firm undulations of her ass-cheeks as she walked. Every now and then the dress would grip her tight and Steve's cock would lurch. He sensed about the woman that she kept a lot of herself buried deep inside. She was like a locked box of treasures. He wanted to find the key to unlock the box. He was sure he would be very pleased with what he found inside.
Steve had decided to make Mrs. Roy his project. He wanted to do something to make the sad older woman happy. And he wanted to satisfy his own prurient curiosity… not to mention the growing bulge in his pants. Steve knew already how grateful a lonely woman could be.
She brought him his pie and milk. She sipped on a cold glass of wine while he ate. "Do you wear your glasses most of the time, Mrs. Roy?" he asked.
She raised her hand to the frames and smiled sheepishly. "Most of the time. I just can't get used to contact lenses."
"You must have been wearing them the other day when I saw you at the school. You sure have pretty eyes, Mrs. Roy. You can't see them so good when you're wearing your glasses."
His compliment flustered her. She watched her fingers twirling idly in her lap. She was afraid to look at him. It was so seldom that Martha received compliments she was not good at taking them calmly. She feared the boy might, somehow sense how he had made her moist cunt flutter. "Thank you, Steve. Would you like another piece of pie?"
"Sure. It's great stuff!"
Martha could not remember when she had been so pleased. Young Steve was making her feel special in a way that her own husband never bothered to do. She drank her second glass of wine while the boy ate his pie. Though she knew he must leave soon, her brain searched wildly for excuses to keep him a little longer. He was such good company!
When he had finished his pie, Steve got up and went to the couch to sit beside his coach's wife. Ever since his arrival at the house, he had been plotting how he might best try to seduce Mrs. Roy. He had seen how vulnerable she was to any kind of little attention. How she blushed at his compliments. He could tell she found him attractive. He decided she would be easy. Once he made his first move, she would fall right into his arms. He sensed she was starved for his good loving. His affair with Miss Pope had made Steve a self-styled expert in the wants and needs of older women.
When he put his arm around her and took off her glasses she looked away, embarrassed yet too stunned to come right out and ask him what was going on. When he put his mouth on hers, he could feel her trembling against him. She gave him back only the slightest pressure against his lips.
It was when he forced his tongue in between her lips that she let go. With a moaning sigh of need, she drove her own tongue into his mouth. She swirled it around his tongue. Her lips nibbled his lips. Her breasts pushed against him. He had never felt so much need emanating from a woman!
"Oh Mrs. Roy," he murmured as she covered his face with kisses, "you're so beautiful… I just can't help myself. It feels so good to put my arms around you."
Martha had not thought much yet about what was happening. She was just tipsy enough from the wine that she was more interested in the wanton feel of her lips on the boy's cheeks and neck and mouth than in the rights and wrongs of what was happening.
It seemed an incredible extension of her wanton daydreams. Suddenly, the boy who had been so kind to her at the gym was holding her and kissing her. He was telling her she was beautiful!
Martha's senses were overloaded! She could not fathom the wonder of what was happening. She did not want to. She wanted only to absorb everything she could from the moment. His mouth felt so good on her neck. He was making her break out in goosebumps that set up an answering tingle in her cunt! She felt so good! So good!
She felt hint reach inside the front of her dress and caress first one breast and then the other. For a moment, her conscience struggled to get a hold on things. But she worked eagerly to defeat her conscience. His tender caresses were so thrilling compared to her husband's usual rough assault. And he kept murmuring the sweetest things, about how good she felt, how much he was attracted to her. Not for a moment did she doubt the sincerity of anything the boy said. She needed too much to believe him!
"Ooohhh… Steve… I don't believe it! I don't believe how good I feel! I'm goosebumps all over! Mmmmm…"
Stew was elated. Things were going even better than he had hoped they might. With just a few kisses and caresses to incite her, Mrs. Roy was quivering putty in his hands! His cock was throbbing at the prospect of the forbidden treat that lay before him!
Her tits felt wonderful – so soft and firm under his touch as he forced his fingers inside her bra. The boy was intensely aroused though, and he was past the point of being content to stroke Mrs. Roy's tits. He was intrigued by thoughts of the pussy hiding underneath her green dress. He wondered if it was already hot and wet. He wanted to touch her smoldering snatch for himself. He wanted to savor the simmering aroma of her excitement.
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?"
He knew. He had her cunt-juices smeared all over his face to tell him. He realized he had better do a good washing-up job before he faced his coach with his car keys. When Coach Roy had instructed Steve to take good care of his missus, Steve was sure he had not meant that Steve should lap his wife's cunt to hot climax. But the precocious boy had known the job needed to be done. And he had taken great delight in doing it. There was no question about it! Mrs. Roy had one sweet-tasting pussy!
The woman reached out her hands and pulled him onto the couch beside her. "Golly, Steve… I don't know what happened to us, do you?" She was smiling her embarrassed smile, but she looked radiant with happiness. Steve felt proud that he was the cause of that happiness.
"I don't know either, Mrs. Roy. I just couldn't help myself. You're so beautiful and I…"
"Mmmm…" She had reached for the bulge in his jeans. She caressed it softly, her eyes getting heavy again as she stared unseeing at him. He could almost feel her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. Reluctantly, he told her he would have to get back to school before the coach got suspicious.
"You're right, of course. But promise me you'll come back, Steve. Please promise." She squeezed his bulge one last time.
"I promise." The lusty hunger in her face stiffened Steve's resolve, and his cock. He knew it would be well worth his while to come back and visit the school coach's wife.