Eileen could not help noticing the astounding change in her girlfriend's disposition. In the first few days of her visit, Jean's moods had alternated between quiet pleasantness and depression. It was clear the blonde could not free herself of the specter of her troubled marriage. She could not stop missing Todd and worrying that he did not miss her at all. Several times she had started to write him and then had stopped herself. Eileen did nothing to encourage Jean one way or the other. But secretly, she hoped to see her friend freed of a relationship that had so shattered her hopes and her self-confidence.
Eileen had worried that it might not have been fair to leave Jean alone with Randy. She knew any young man seemed to remind the blonde of her husband as he once had been, of the happiness that was gone. The brunette had decided it might be good for Jean to overcome her morbid preoccupations. She hoped that, by spending a morning with Randy, Jean would see he was just Randy. Not Todd. Not anyone else. She thought Jean needed the company. Randy was a cheerful guy.
It had never occurred to her that anything might happen between them, even though Randy had developed a taste for older woman in his relationship with her. She had never thought Randy would be so ambitious. Or Jean so vulnerable. Jean seemed so much in control of herself, so sure of what she approved of and what she did not.
Memories of the beautiful blonde writhing on her bed with a finger massaging her anus to orgasm seemed like a prurient dream. They were so far from the Jean Eileen saw everyday.
But something had changed Jean, on the very day that Jean had stayed home and Randy had come to chop wood. Eileen was pleased to see her friend so cheerful, but her curiosity demanded she root out the cause of Jean's change in spirits.
She devised a scheme to entrap Jean, if there were anything to entrap her at. She set things up carefully. The afternoon before, she told Jean she was going to have to go to town alone the next day to see her lawyer. She would be gone all day. Then she took Jean to Misty Waters for dinner, so the blonde would have a chance to alert Randy, if there were something between them. For her day of reckoning, she had chosen Randy's day off, to be sure he would not to be tied up with work. Everything was set.
With her new cheery enthusiasm, Jean waved Eileen good-bye. The older woman drove a mile down the road, in the direction away from Misty Waters. Then she started to walk back through the trees.
As she walked, she tested herself on how she would feel if her suspicions were proved correct. Would she be jealous? She didn't think so. The thought of Jean getting it on with Randy excited her. The prospect opened up all kinds of possibilities. Maybe now Eileen would have the nerve to try to seduce her girlfriend. That idea had never left her since the night she had watched the beautiful blonde playing with herself.
It was the thought that her suspicions might prove groundless that most worried Eileen. She realized she was hoping the situation might give her the opening with Jean she had been looking for. More than anything, she wanted to break down the barriers between them. She wanted to be totally honest with her friend. And she wanted to show her how much she loved her.
Eileen's cunt was wet with anticipation by the time she stole up to her cabin in the woods. There was no sign of Jean outside. It was possible Randy might not be here yet. But she would check Jean's bedroom window, just to be sure she wasn't missing anything.
Though the scene that greeted her through the half-open window was what she had been hoping for, still it sent a chilling shock down Eileen's spine. Jean was kneeling on the rug between young Randy's widespread thighs. As she held his hard cock at the base with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, she worked her head back and forth along his rigid cock-shaft.
Both of them were naked. Both of them uttered shaky moans that drifted out through the bedroom window and teased the ears of the watching woman. Eileen's first thought was tinged with just a dash of bitterness. It sure hadn't taken Jean long to get the guy right where she wanted him. Eileen hadn't been gone for more than an hour.
It was just a moment's jealousy that evaporated quickly into lust as she watched Jean's fine round ass-cheeks churning as she worked. Her own cunt throbbed with passion as she saw young Randy lean back and brace himself against his arms, then jerk his loins up off the bed to send his cock I shooting deep into the blonde's throat.
"Jeez, Mrs. Baker! Wow, that's nice! You sure know how to suck cock!"
The last of her anxiety disappeared as she watched Randy coax Jean up onto the bed. "You made my cock feel so good, Mrs. Baker. But I want your pussy! Let me fuck you now! Please!"
If Jean's cunt got half as wet as her own did at the sound of the teen's appealing words Eileen could imagine her friend was more than ready to be screwed senseless. She felt the throb of anticipation deep in her cunt as Randy positioned Jean on the bed on hands and knees, her ripe ass flaring back in his direction. She watched him stroke his cock a couple of times, readying himself for the hot wet haven before him. Eileen experienced, a rush of fondness for the teen who was turning so quickly into a man. The fondness was followed immediately by naked desire. Yet she remained rooted to her spot outside the window. Her voyeur's instincts demanded that she watch this time rather than participate.
She wanted to know every intriguing detail of how it was between her favorite teen lover of the moment and her best friend of a lifetime.
"Oh God, yes, Randy! That's what I want too! I want you to screw me! Pleeease!"
Eileen could tell by the frantic way Jean wiggled her ass back in search of the teen's cock that the younger woman was enjoying her submissive role. It obviously thrilled Jean intensely to beg the teen to sink his cock in her. For she pleaded with him again and again, making each plea more desperate than the last when all the while there was no need for such begging, for Randy was so willing to give her everything she so fiercely wanted.
Her own cunt begging for attention, Eileen watched the pale haired teen guide his cock-tip into the slit between the blonde's buttocks. He worked it up and down along her crevice for a moment, teasing her. Eileen smiled at his know-how. That was something she had taught him, to make the woman wait for it just that little extra minute longer… until she was so hot that the first stroke might send her right over the hump into ecstasy.
That was just what Randy did. While Jean whined and moaned for his hard cock, he massaged her cunt-furrow with his cock-tip. Then suddenly, with no announcement of his intentions, he drove his cock deep up into the blonde's waiting pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh… God-d-d-d! I'm… I'm cum-mm-ing-g-g-g!" Trembling crazily, Jean began to lurch her ass back at the teen's loins. She was encouraging him to establish his screwing pace into her needing hole. Randy was only too ready to oblige. With a lusty bellow of triumph he thrust his cock far into her cunt. And then again and again and again. Jean buried the top of her blonde head against the mattress and did her best to lunge back a good one for every stroking lunge received.
Listening to her girlfriend shriek out her climax sent up sympathetic tremors in Eileen's own body. The hot pangs of frustration in her cunt became too much to ignore. It got to the point where there were only two alternatives for her to join the twosome on Jean's bed, or to stroke herself while Randy stroked Jean.
She fought the instinct to go inside and try to establish a threesome. She wanted to wait until Jean and she were alone to bring down the bafflers between them. The prospect of the unfolding of the passions that she had kept hidden inside thrilled her. She wanted to hoard the thought for a little while. For now, she would be more than content with the talents of her skilled fingers.
Eileen was wearing shorts that were not elasticized at the crotch. With a little effort, she was able to slip her fingers between the material and her flesh. She wriggled them deep inside, in rough the thick thatch of her cunt-hair, into the moist soft part that throbbed at her first touch. "Uuuhhh," she sighed in a barely, audible whisper. She felt exultant watching her girlfriend thrusting her ass back at the teen who was now their mutual lover, knowing what could be between them. It excited her to share Jean's arousal once again from a secluded vantage point.
Last time, she had watched the blonde play with herself until she had wrenched a resounding orgasm from deep in her cunt. This time, she was watching Jean break free of the hang-ups she had had about younger men.
The teen's voice was getting thicker. His words were coming out with more difficulty. "Uuuhhh, Mrs. Baker… your pussy's so hot! Feels good, Mrs. Baker! Real good!"
He sounded like he was flagging, but his hard cock continued to soar up into the older woman's flaring cunt-hole with as much vigor as ever. Eileen admired the determined grimace on his face. Obviously Randy was torn between the plea sure of Jean's hot hole and the building need to fill her cunt with a seething loadful. But, like a good guy, he wanted to wait until the woman had got what she wanted… and needed.
Jean was amazingly greedy. Watching her brought Eileen to racing abandon. The petite brunette, worked her fingers wantonly in and out of her wet clasping cunt-hole. She tried to keep up with the lurid pace Randy was maintaining up into Jean's cunt. It was not easy. The excitement was driving her wild. She felt she would not be able to hold back much longer. But she so desperately wanted to wait for Jean to cum again. Like the last time she had watched her girlfriend in the throes of passion, Eileen wanted to feel the depraved satisfaction of reaching orgasm at the same moment as Jean. Of sharing her ultimate moment of pleasure, unknown to Jean and to her rutting teen lover.
Eileen's taut clitoris was hard as a pebble. It vibrated with the thrill of contact every time Eileen thrust her fingers anew into her pussy. Her palm stroked her clitoris as her fingertips reached into the farthest depths of her cunt. The woman's knees shook as she spread her thighs farther apart, squatting to open her cunt to the relentless onslaught of her pummeling fingers.
Things were getting as tense inside Jean's bedroom as they felt in the hot interior of Eileen's pussy. Randy's moans were getting louder and more uncontrolled. Like a frantic creature, Jean was slapping her ass back at the teen's loins, demanding more from him, demanding to be released from the rousing torture of her lust.
The watching brunette felt her clitoris begin to shiver on the very verge of explosion. It was so exciting to watch the woman she wanted squirming on the bed like a howling whore. She was astounded by Jean's vitality. It thrilled her. It made her long to sample it for herself. The pleasure darts were so compelling. Being a voyeur outside her own cottage was so depraved, and such a turn-on. Eileen couldn't hold out another moment. She just couldn't!
Jean screamed. "Oh Randy! I'm cummm-ingg-g! Oh, again darling! Aaaahhhhhh!"
It was obvious that those words were all the teen had been waiting for. He drove his cock deep into the writhing blonde's cunt.