Steve began to pay more attention to his coach's schedule. He noticed the older man stayed late at school every night, either to work with his boys or to correct papers from his academic classes. Coach Roy acted very much like a man who was in no hurry to go home.
Steve could not understand his coach's attitude. The boy felt that if he had a wanton woman like Mrs. Roy to go home to, he would be gone the first chance he got. The boy realized that he did have that woman to go home to. If Coach Roy had no intention of being there and doing his duty, then Steve would be glad to do it for him.
He called first just to be sure the blonde would be there waiting for him. Slyly, he parked his old Dodge two blocks away from the Roy house. Steve had had affairs with married women before. He knew what steps to take not to get caught.
Mrs. Roy met him at the door in a filmy peach-colored negligee. Her long blonde hair flowed softly over her shoulders. She wore just enough makeup to make her eyes sparkle. She was wearing her contact lenses.
The boy's cock throbbed at the thought that she had gone to so much trouble just for him. He was flattered by the blatant evidence of the effect he had had on her. Mrs. Roy already seemed surer of herself and of her attractiveness. Steve's tongue on her cunt had done that for her!
"Mrs. Roy, you look beautiful!"
She blushed prettily and let him in. She was careful to lock the door after him. "I'm glad you think I look pretty, Steve. I wanted to turn you on." She stepped forward and caressed the growing swelling in his jeans. "I see I've succeeded."
Steve was impressed with the changes that one pussy-eating job had made in the woman. Even her way of moving was different. The motions of her hips were a blatant reminder of the hot sensitive slit she sheltered between her thighs. She tossed her blonde head back, and smiled at him as her fingers continued to investigate the bulge in his pants.
"Is this for me, Steve honey?" She kissed him hotly before he had a chance to answer. This time it was her tongue that first reached out to attack him. Steve was so stunned, it took him a moment to respond. But when he did it was with openmouthed greedy abandon.
He was surprised when she pushed him away. "I want you to sit down in the big chair, Steve honey. I've been planning this moment since the last time you were here. I want it to be just right."
Docilely, he let himself be pushed down into the armchair. He watched her kneel before him and begin to fumble with his fly. The semi-sheer folds of her negligee gave him flashing glimpses of her pink nipples as she worked. "You sure look good in that, Mrs. Roy! Mr. Roy must love to see you looking so sexy."
Another time, the boy's reference to her husband might have aroused feelings of guilt in Martha, but the woman had done a lot of soul-searching since her illicit afternoon's episode with the teenager. She had decided that she deserved the pleasure the boy could give her. She was going to have it, whether it was betraying her marriage vows or not. All the times Frank had neglected her were betrayals of the marriage vows too, as far as she was concerned.
Martha was tired of being a mouse. She was ready to stand up and roar like a sexy lioness!
For days she had thought about what a thrill it would be to suck the boy's cock to rock-hardness. Long ago, she had begun to lose her enthusiasm for sucking her husband's cock. But the thought of the boy's youthful tender cock in her mouth made her tremble all over. She wanted to make him feel better than he had ever felt before. It was obvious from his behavior that Steve was far from being a virgin, but Martha still thought she had some tricks up her sleeve to impress him! He had aroused her like no one had ever bothered to do. She felt she owed him a great deal. She wanted to expiate it by sucking his cock to exploding climax.
Her hand quaked as she pulled the fleshy growing shaft of his cock from his fly. At once she bent forward and licked the tip.
"Ahhnnnhhh… oh wow!" Steve's ass slid forward in the chair as he yielded himself up to the older woman's eager mouth. He watched her lick his cock tip again and again, as if it were an ice cream cone and she was trying to keep it from dripping. He closed his eyes at the breathless onslaught of feelings that jolted through him. Her tongue was long, soft and supple. His cock felt damned good. "Oh, Mrs. Roy."
The sound of his young voice calling her name intensified Martha's lust. She made a tight oval of her lips and slid it down along his cock-shaft. When his whole throbbing cock was lodged in her mouth, she moaned wantonly and began to work her head up and down, up and down. Her pussy trembled with excitement. Martha had forgotten what a thrilling experience sucking cock could be. When she did it for her husband, she resented the heedless way he expected her to serve him.
But she wanted to serve the boy! She wanted to make his cock swell with heated arousal. She wanted him to remember her for the tireless moist talent of her mouth. Her ego was involved in her lusty task. When she was finished, she wanted to be able to say she had just given Steven the best blowjob she had in her. She wanted to taste the zesty flavor of his cum on her lips, her obscene reward for a task well done.
Though Steve had already half-expected to get a blowjob from Mrs. Roy when he arrived, he had not imagined the incredible mobile zeal of her lips on his cock. Her mouth was like a marionette with powers to move and quiver in ways he would not have expected a mouth to move. It awed him to think that the sexual talents of this woman had lain so long untapped. It pleased him that he had been the man with the foresight to lay them bare. He was being well rewarded for his boldness. Though he was grateful to Coach Roy for all he had taught him about football, he felt a greater loyalty to the man's wife. Steve had thought he knew everything there was to know about sexual technique. Mrs. Roy and her hot lips were humbling him for his egotism. Steve would never again underestimate the powers of a woman!
"Uh… Cripes! That's good, Mrs. Roy! That sure is good!" He let himself go limp, everywhere but his awesomely swollen cock. He yielded himself up totally to the woman. Whatever she wanted to do to him with her dynamite mouth was okay with Steve.
Through hooded eyes, he watched her blonde head moving rhythmically over his cock. He felt rather than saw the little stabs of her tongue that added extra pleasure to the pressure of her lips on his cock-shaft. She fondled his balls as she sucked him. From time to time her lips sought out the tight sacs of his testicles. She pulled them into her mouth, first one, then the other. He grunted and squirmed his groin in her face. She was not satisfied until both his balls gleamed with her saliva. And tingled with tense memories of her touch.
When again she took his cock all the way to the hilt in her mouth, Steve began to shove his cock up into her face over and over again. It had felt good to savor the subtleties of her wanton tonguing. But Steve was getting too aroused to appreciate nuances of pressure. He wanted to screw her mouth!
It excited him the way she obliged by opening her mouth wide and letting him shove his cock deep into the back of her throat. The gagging sounds that escaped from around his filling cock quickly turned into grunts of passion. It was obvious to the boy that she liked to be used hard, once she knew she was appreciated. By gaining her confidence, telling her how great she was, Steve had won the right to push her as far as he dared. She was totally receptive to him. Her mouth welcomed him like some yawning canyon of desire.
As she felt the urgent need of the boy's hard cock surging into her mouth, Martha reveled in her own fulfillment. She pictured herself kneeling there on her living room rug in her flimsy negligee. She thought about how she must look taking a teenager's hard cock up into the back of her throat. The very idea of her depravity made her quiver with passion. It felt so good to break free of all the nervous anxieties that normally made up her life. She loved the idea of being slave to the cock of a boy who truly admired her. She felt as if she would do anything for him. She would do anything to keep his fine hard cock coming back to her for more.
"Mmmmm…" She sensed how close Steve must be to climax. His cock was growing even harder. It stretched the tight oval of her lips as she struggled to coax him to the apex of arousal. Wantonly, she squirmed her tongue down the length of his cock and over his passion-clenched balls. She heard him groan and she felt her pussy flare in sympathetic excitement. She reached back and tickled the boy's anus to increase the sensation surging through him. Frank had taught her to do that. When he was really high, he liked her to tickle his asshole.
It worked on the boy too. "Ahhnnnhhh…" Steve knew he could not hold out much longer against the sensational onslaught of her wicked mouth. Her finger in his ass taunted his prostate, making him bite his lip in the struggle to hold onto his slight grasp on reality. Two, three, four more bounces of her head and he was gone. "Uuuuu uuhhh… jeez-z-z I'm doing it! Swallow it, Mrs. Roy! Swallow my cum!"
Obediently, the school coach's wife worked to suck up every drop of the boy's spurting juices. Her lips sucked him more gently as his crisis passed. She knew he would be sensitive now. Too much pressure would not feel good.
"Uuuuhhh, that was great!" His voice was hoarse. His face wore a lazy happy grin.
His look told Martha that she had done everything she set out to do. She had impressed him all right.
Now it was time to do something for her aching cunt.