Eileen had been spending her summers at her cottage by the lake for three years now. Summers were the best part of the year for the lively petite brunette. It was in the summer that she allowed herself to indulge all her vices and her fantasies. In the fall, she went back to being a very proper and very competent teacher. It was a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde existence. A little dangerous, but very satisfying.
Her cottage was secluded. She knew very few of her neighbors on a close basis. Her affairs were discreet and her supply of guys was plentiful. There was a resort hotel on the other side of the lake, which employed senior high school guys as waiters and busboys, hunters and guides. Each summer, she chose a couple of the most appealing guys and carried on affairs with them. The guys never knew about each other. For fear of losing the lady's favors, they kept their mouths shut. Each summer brought a new batch of guys for Eileen to choose from. She couldn't have imagined a situation more suited to her needs.
This summer would be a problem. She could not turn away her friend Jean when she was in trouble. But it would be hard to go without the wonderful sex her guys gave her. With Jean's imminent arrival, Eileen still hadn't decided how to arrange her love life during her friend's visit. After all, Jean could decide to stay for the whole season. Something would have to be worked out! She might even have to confide in her friend, hoping that the younger woman would understand. That would be a last drastic measure!
Today Eileen was in no mood to worry about Jean and her visit. She was anticipating another visit in the more immediate future. A new teen at the resort named Randy had accepted her invitation to come by for lunch. Eileen told him she wanted to discuss the possibility of his doing some repairs for her, for extra money. Randy had been very eager to come. It made Eileen's pussy flare wetly to think that the teen was more interested in her lush body than in a few more dollars. She had seen the way Randy looked at her. His young eyes shone with greediness when he stared at her cleavage in the low-cut blouses she liked to wear. Jean had never met a guy yet who didn't like to look at smooth bare tit.
She knew just how far to bend forward so a guy could see all the way to her pink nipples. She always went home with a wet crotch after teasing some young waiter or busboy as he fussed over her table. The art in Eileen's lechery was that she always did her baiting very subtly. The guys never knew, unless they were lucky enough to be invited to her cottage, whether she invited their appraisal or not. She loved the red flush that came into a guy's cheek when she caught him looking at her. That touch of naivete, that reluctant eagerness was what made guys so much more appealing to the schoolteacher.
Eileen was an aggressive woman, and she usually found herself in some kind of power confrontation.
With a younger man, there was never any doubt about who was in charge. That was the way Eileen liked it. She liked to be in total control of her sex life, from first seduction to the details of who put what where and did what to whom. She sat across the table from him and watched Randy devour the lunch she had made for him. She had gone to a lot of trouble to prepare enchiladas and guacamole and refried beans, the kinds of things she was sure a teen would like. For the dark-haired schoolteacher, it was in itself a part of the seduction to watch a teen relish the food she had prepared for him with loving attention.
As Randy helped himself to seconds of the chicken enchiladas, she began to imagine how he would react when he discovered her lewd designs on his young body. Their reactions were always much the same: awe, surprise, excitement, touched with just the right dash of fear. Eileen loved the tender lust with which a teen yielded himself into her hands and waited eagerly for her hungry assault.
"I think I made something you like," she kidded him. He had a fine appetite. That was a good sign!
"You sure did, Miss Kerr! This is the best Mexican food I've ever eaten."
"My grandmother was part Mexican. I learned everything I know from her." She stood up and lazily pulled her hair loose of the stylish chignon she usually wore. Her thick lustrous hair fell all the way to her waist. She smiled at the open-mouthed admiration on Randy's face. "Let's go into the living room, shall we, Randy? It's more comfortable for talking."
"Sure, Miss Kerr." Like a faithful dog, he followed her to the couch. He looked embarrassed and was about to sit in an armchair when Eileen patted the cushion next to her.
"Right here, Randy. There's no point in having to shout at one another." It was an exaggeration. The room was small. It was Eileen's way of getting what she wanted without giving away her hand.
Having the teen sitting so close quickly undermined Eileen's patience. She could almost feel the heat of his young body. Her cunt pulsed with hunger for his hard young cock. They were talking about chopping wood, but the woman's attention was on the slender bulge in the crotch of Randy's trousers. She kept trying to imagine what his cock would be like. How it would feel in her hand, in her mouth, up inside her pussy.
Then, suddenly, imagining was no longer enough for her. She reached for his fly and began to struggle with his zipper. Randy was so embarrassed he couldn't even look at her. But she could see the awed wonder in his wide eyes. She could feel the lurch in his groin as her fingers fumbled for his hard hidden treasure.
"Randy, darling," she whispered in his ear, her words followed by a quick stab of her tongue. "Ever since I first saw you in the restaurant, I've been dying to be alone with you."
He was so amazed by this piece of news that his eyes finally searched for hers. "You have?" he asked in a voice an octave above his usual pitch. Her hand had just found his fleshy young cock-shaft. "Uuuuhh!" He blushed, luring the wetness from Eileen's lusty cunt. He rested his head against the back of the couch. It seemed that what was happening was too much for him. He was overwhelmed. His eyes took on a glassy stare. His tongue ran nervously over his lips.
"Mmmmm… your cock feels delicious, Randy. It's so hard, darling!" His eyes found hers once again. They searched her face appealingly, but he remained dumb. "I didn't know how to tell you about it, Randy… but God! Having you so close… I think I'm losing control! Oh Randy, I hope you don't mind. Please, darling! I want to suck your cock!"
His big eyes had never looked so blue nor so big. "Oh Miss Kerr!" He groaned again. Her hand was working lightly, maddeningly up and down his cock. The teen was gradually learning to accept his fate, even to look forward to it. It was dawning on young Randy that this amazing scene was really happening!
He slipped his hips downward slightly, easing his cock into her hand, screwing in her warm grip, teasing himself with the lewd thought of the joy to came. He could feel her eyes boring into him, searching for his reaction.
"Cripes, Miss Kerr! I guess I couldn't very well say 'no' to something like that, could I?" In pleasure-agony, he watched her head begin to bend forward. Her ripe moist lips were getting closer and closer to his throbbing cockhead. "Jeez-z-z!"
She felt his body go rigid as she took the sleek bulbous tip of his cock between her lips. She nibbled his glans greedily, attempting to milk it for a taste of semen. A grunt of passion gurgled deep in her throat as he secreted a few drops of jism. She licked his cock-head with long fervent tongue-swipes. "Mmmm, it tastes so good, Randy! Darling, you're so sexy!"
As she praised him and licked him, she felt him relax slightly. Though there was still the dynamic tension of excitement, the rigidity of fear was leaving him. She fondled his balls while she noisily sucked on the straight shaft of his cock. The schoolteacher went to great pains to reassure the teen about how sexy and desirable he was. It was the best way, she knew, to erase the fear completely. When he knew that he didn't have to worry about doing things right, that he just had to be sexy, his natural sexuality would surge to the fore.
She wanted him to enjoy having his cock sucked by a desirable older woman. She wanted him to enjoy the experience as much as she intended to.
And each new project was just as exciting as the last. The more she learned about lust, the more intensely she longed to experience it, to mold it, to help it grow. Like the courtesans of old, she cultivated her art and prided herself on refining it. Each new conquest taught her something new and kept her feeling young and strong.
"Mmmmmm!" Eileen moaned happily as she worked. She relished the depravity of sitting on her couch on a sunlit afternoon, sucking the cock of a eighteen-year-old guy. She felt voluptuously wicked and wantonly alive. Her long dark hair fell forward and she tossed it back impatiently, eager to get back to the exciting task of sucking young Randy's cock. She caught him looking at her with the veiled glow of passion. She smiled at him reassuringly. "I've never been so happy, Randy. It gives me such pleasure, darling, to suck your beautiful cock!"
Her lips closed around his cock-head and slid up and down his cock-shaft in even, rhythmic strokes. His surprised moans made her cunt tingle. She reached down to the crotch of her slacks and rubbed herself impatiently. Her clitoris throbbed and she stabbed her tongue into the rubbery ridge that separated the head front the shaft of the teen's cock. "Miss Kerr… I never… uuuhhh! I never knew anything could be soo… good!"
The brunette stroked herself just long enough to feel the hot glow dance through her nerve-endings. Then she returned all her attention to Randy's cock. She wanted this to be his moment. It would distract from the passion she was heaping on him if she were to rub herself to orgasm. She wanted to torture herself just a little, to be slave to the teen's untutored need, to concentrate all her skill and all her hunger on bringing him a special moment, a moment he might remember always.
The heated tingles of frustration that ran rampant through her loins only made her work harder to serve the hard young cock in her mouth. The more her pussy smoldered in frustration, the more eagerly she bobbed her head up and down. Her lips nuzzled Randy's cock with teasing intimacy. Her tongue jabbed his hardness at unexpected moments. It prodded the little slit in his glans, trying to eke out just one more zesty drop of juice. Sometimes it succeeded, and Eileen moaned in appreciation of the tangy flavor of his juice in her mouth.
"Uuuuuuh… God-d-d! Miss Kerrrrr!" The teen forgot to wonder now about why such good fortune had fallen his way. He accepted wholeheartedly the incredible pleasure that was being dealt his stiff cock. His head rocked from side to side against the back of the couch. Sometimes he stared blindly at the ceiling. Sometimes he watched the woman's dark head laboring over his loins.
He felt a rush of manhood seize hold of him and he tangled his hands roughly in her hair. He began to guide her sucking motion to meet his own demanding pace. Instead of protesting, she moaned with excitement. Her obvious desire to satisfy his every whim thrilled the teen. His hips humped upward. He was screwing her in the mouth. He was feeding his urgent cock to the talented lips of the beautiful older woman.
Randy's only worry now was how much longer he could keep up this frenetic pace. Her mouth was so enticing. It weakened him, made him want to surrender to the call to total abandon. He had experimented with girls some, had even screwed a couple of them. But no one had ever sucked his cock for him. No one had ever known so well how to pull the erotic responses out of him. Randy had dreamed of seductive older women. He had dreamed of watching a panting beauty sucking his stiff cock. The one thing he had never dreamed was that it would really happen.
Miss Kerr – the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with her dark sultry good looks and her confident manner – was sucking his cock! It was too much! Too damned much! He couldn't hold back any more! He just couldn't!
"Goddamn, Miss Kerr! I gotta cum! I just gotta!" He felt his juices spurt out of him like lava erupting from a volcano. He thought he had never cum so hard. He watched unbelieving as her dark head bobbed eagerly over his spewing cock. She didn't rest until she had every last drop. Until she had licked his young cock clean.
"Mmmmmm… Randy! That was so good, darling!" The taste of his explosion still coated her throat. She bent down once more sad kissed the now-flaccid head of his cock. Her soft chock nestled against his soft cock-shaft. The teen was impressed. No one had ever made him feel so special. He felt very proud that such a beautiful woman was so admiring of his cock.
"Can I come see you again tomorrow, Miss Kerr?" be asked eagerly when she was seeing him off to work.
"Of course, darling." She reached into her slacks and began to fondle her cunt as she watched the teen walk up the path toward the road that circled around to the resort. She sighed wistfully. Tomorrow she would let him screw her.
The day after, Jean would be arriving. And what then?