One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage. Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their twenties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of conflict in Vietnam, their disintegrating relations of a reflection of unstable times.
Jean is young, attractive, and married to an ambitious man, yet is unable to communicate with her husband at the most basic level and is driven to seek a false love, a compromise, in the arms of strangers, thus degrading and demeaning herself.
THE WIFE'S NEW LOVERS-a story of an individual in an uncaring society, a portrayal of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jean had just about reached the limits of her frustration. It had been two weeks since she and her husband Todd had fucked. The sensual young blonde didn't know how much longer she could go on this way.
She understood that Todd had been working very hard lately, making money so they could both have a more comfortable life. But she had married Todd for more reasons than just money. She wanted to be with him. She wanted them to share the raw excitement of life together. She wanted to feel his hard, cock stroking into her hungry cunt proving to her how much he loved and needed her. She wanted to feel it often.
Her wet pussy throbbed with passion as she squirmed under the covers. Jean realized she would have to quell the fires of arousal with her hand again. Now and then that was fun. She enjoyed playing with herself, bringing herself to resounding orgasm in her lonely bedroom.
But her fingers were no substitute for good hard cock. As long as she was getting all her satisfaction from her hand, there remained a seething ball of frustration deep in her belly and it kept building and building, until she was ready to scream at him. Anything to make him know how much she needed him!
She looked over at the clock on her bedside table as her fingertip slipped round and round the peak of her swollen clitoris. It was almost eleven o'clock! "Todd, why don't you come home?" she moaned as her hips wriggled down, demanding more of the lewd stimulation of her groping fingers. She drove one finger deep into her cunt. It was incredibly hot and wet in there. One finger was not enough! She tried two.
It was hard for dig voluptuous blonde, to how her husband could ignore her lusty willing body. Jean spent a lot of time in front of the mirror. She knew she was beautiful. She was in her prime-twenty-four years old with high firm tits and a round shapely ass. She got all kinds of admiring looks from men when she went out. Why couldn't she get some of that attention from her own husband? While she lay fingerfucking herself and moaning for attention, Todd sat in his office working over lists of figures, figuring out good tax dodges for his clients. It just wasn't fair! She hadn't gotten mated to ride her own fingers every night!
"Uuuuuuhhh!" Much as she longed for Todd, the ceaseless rampage of her fingers up inside her hot pussy was an insidious delight that took more and more of her attention. She closed her eyes and tossed her blonde curls from side to side on the pillow. She could feel her pussy-muscles spasming around her fingers. Already she could sense the orgasm lurking deep in her belly, slowly responding to the obscene tempo of her hand. "Ooooohhh ... I want to cum so bad!" she murmured to a silent room.
Suddenly the front door slammed and Jean pulled her hand from her cunt as quickly as if it had just bitten her. Todd must know nothing of the sordid way she sated her appetites in the lonely quiet of the night.
When he walked into the bedroom, he looked bright-eyed and happy, not at all the way she would expect a hard-working accountant to look after a fourteen-hour day. Todd was amazing. He always seemed to have so much energy, except for her and her needs. He generally fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. She was determined that that would not happen tonight.
"Hi, darling! It's good to see you. How was your day?"
"Busy, Jean, busy. But I think I just got the company two new very important clients." He started to undress as they talked. Jean's heart beat fast as she watched his hard biceps and his flat belly emerge from his shirt. When he pulled off his trousers, she thought his cock looked as if it might be getting hard. She felt her cunt-walls tremble in anticipation.
"I'm so proud of you, Todd. But I wish you wouldn't work so hard, darling. You deserve time for play too, you know." There was a suggestive tremor in her voice. She hoped he would get the hint that she wanted him to play right now!
He walked toward the bed, smiling at her. There was no doubt about it now. His cock was swollen to semi-erection. It swayed at her as he moved. A wonderful surge of hope welled through the blonde wife's belly. "You're right about that, Jean." He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her face tenderly. Then, with one abrupt gesture, he pulled the covers right off her. Her shapely naked body squirmed slightly as he stared at her. She rubbed her hips suggestively up against his ass. "I don't give my beautiful wife all the attention she deserves, do I?"
Excitement had made Jean bold and franker than usual. "No, you don't. But you can make up for all that right now, if you want to."
"I want to!" Suddenly he was on top of her, engulfing her in the floodtide of his passion. His lips bore down hungrily on her mouth. His tongue drove recklessly between her lips and probed the far depths of her throat. With greedy enthusiasm, Jean sent her own tongue to do battle with his. Her belly ground up against him, and she moaned as she felt the stiff prod of his engorged cock stabbing her flesh, looking for the soft spot between her thighs. To make the search easier for him, she parted her legs and wrapped them high up around his waist. Her buttocks gyrated up off the mattress with effortless hunger. She was determined to trap the turgid shaft of his cock deep up inside her frustrated cunt.
"Mmmmm...." His moans of passion as he kissed her and ground his loins downward made the moisture flow from Jean's pussy. This was what she had been wanting. This was the way it used to be all the time between them. Todd was such a wonderful lover! His cock felt so hard and good!
"Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaiiieeeee!" An almost inhuman wail escaped her throat as her husband's cock drove deep up into Jean's grasping cunt. She could feel the pent-up frustration seething out of her. She was cumming, from the sheer excitement of feeling Todd's cock in her pussy after so many long days and frustrated nights. He was kissing her so roughly that she could not get the words out, to tell him what was happening to her. But the hot tension in her cunt and the feverish grip of her pussy-walls each time he pulled his cock out of her cunt described her condition more eloquently than any words.
"Oh, baby!" he panted as he pulled his mouth away and began to screw his abandoned wife in earnest. "Jee-zuz, your cunt's hot, Jeannie! Christ it's good in there!"
A crazy smile contorted his wife's features as she ecstatically lunged her cunt up again and again to meet the hard drives of Todd's cock. This was what she had been craving until she could hardly think of anything else. This was the filling prize that her pussy had longed for. Jean was in hedonist's heaven. She knew nothing but the delicious way his smooth cock spread her cunt-walls wide apart ... the way his cock-tip worked up inside until it was actually colliding with her cervix ... the way his hard cock missed its mark sometimes when it dove for the next in stroke, then slipped through her wet pussy-hair and up inside, renewing that first thrill of impalement, making her moan for more. She could not imagine the pleasure ever ending. She wanted it to go on this way forever.
"Oooooohhh ... Todd darling ... I ... ooooohhhhh!" It didn't occur to her to wonder what had made this night different from every other night. She didn't care what it was that had roused his passion. She knew only that he was in her cunt. His stiff cock was massaging her pussy to tingling heights of abandon. It no longer mattered that he had neglected her for so long.
They were lovers again! And it was as good between them as it had ever been! His cock was so hard! So filling! His belly slapping against hers made her want to howl with pleasure. A few minutes of impassioned lovemaking had the power to erase days and weeks of loneliness and longing.
The sheer energy of their fucking seemed to have taken Todd higher than Jean had seen him in a long time. He had braced himself on either side of her head, and he was stroking his cock into her cunt in long fervent powerful lunges. Jean looked up into his handsome face. His features were distorted with the intensity of his lust. She could see the tension as he eased himself up toward the peak. The blonde felt a surge of love for her hard-working husband. He was trying so hard to he a good provider for both of them ... and now he was trying so hard to bring her sexual satisfaction. She wished he could slow down and enjoy it a little more. He didn't have to work at pleasing her. More than anything, she wanted him to know how wonderful she thought he was. She wanted him to know he was great, even when he was not working at it!
"Oh Todd ... I love you, darling! Your cock feel's so good inside me! Screw me, lover! Uuuuuuhhh ... oooohhhh, Todd!"
Her cries of abandon made him stroke into her deeper at a more furious pace. His breath was coming in quick gasps like those of a man climbing a steep hill. The top was in sight. Just a little more effort ... one more burst of energy ... and he knew his world would explode into climactic bliss!
Jean felt Todd's cock swelling to awesome proportions inside her clutching cunt. The extra stretching of her sensitized pussy-walls was all she need to push her over the edge into her sweet ride. "Uuuuhhh ... Todd, darling! I'm cummmmming-g-g-g! Mmmmmmm!"
Her words thrilled him. They came at just the right moment to give him the go-ahead for his own climax. "Uh shit, Jeannie, baby! Here I cum!" He could feel his hard cock swelling and spurting its hot load deep into her greedily clasping pussy. He continued to stroke his cock back and forth, more slowly now, until the last of his juices were safely stowed in her steaming cunt. When he let himself roll off her onto his own side of the bed. Lulled by the dreamy mood of release, he fell quickly into a deep and restful sleep.
Jean reached for his wet sticky cock and clutched it happily, the way a child holds onto a favorite toy. She felt so close to her husband tonight, closer than she had for a long time. With optimistic conviction she sensed that everything would be all right now. She would never have to feel lonely and neglected again. Todd still loved her. She had his hot cum seeping from her cunt-hole to prove it. As long as she knew that, she could take anything.
She was on the very verge of letting herself drift into sleep when in the dim light from the bedside lamp she spied Todd's clothes strewn in a heap on the floor. Usually Todd was very careful with his clothes. He took care of them himself, hanging them up, deciding which ones should go to the laundry and taking them there himself. Jean was spared that part of a housewife's task.
Something about the careless way he had left his clothes, in his hot pursuit of her body, made Jean love him all the more. She wanted to do one last little thing for him tonight. Like a good wife, she would pick up after him.
His suit was an expensive beige Swedish knit. She picked up the jacket and felt the pockets for handkerchiefs and loose change. The suit was ready for the cleaners.
Instead of Todd's familiar white linen handkerchief, she pulled out a lace-trimmed pair of pink panties. Jean was so shocked by her discovery that her jaw fell open and both jacket and panties fell from her hands at the same time. Her confused mind searched recklessly for an explanation. There was only one that even began to make sense. Todd had a lover, one who wore pink lacy panties.
Suddenly her shock was replaced with an overwhelming fury. So that was why he was too tired most of the time to make love to her! She understood it all now! He had made love to her tonight to keep her from suspecting, or because he had gotten so turned on by his date with his girlfriend that even his wife looked good tonight! Tears welled from her eyes as she stared at the peacefully sleeping figure on the bed. How stupid she had been! Not once had she ever had any suspicions about Todd's long evenings at work! She had believed her husband when he said he was at the office! Why shouldn't she? Why should she think that Todd would ever lie to her? "Stupid, blind fool!" she cried aloud. Suddenly no words were fierce or vile enough to express her own naivete or the incredible frustration that gnawed at her heart. Not physical frustration this time. But the frustration of being in an ugly situation and not wanting to be there ... and seeing no way out.
She jumped onto the bed and began to pound her husband with her small fists. Why should he sleep when she was going through this hell?
"You bastard! You bastard! You cheating coward!"
At first Todd just tired to squirm away from her. But at last he was forced to wake up. "Huh...? What...?"
"What are you doing with pink panties in your jacket pocket?" she demanded in a tone of voice that was close to hysteria. "How dare you come home and make love to me when you've been with another woman!"
The guilty look on Todd's face calmed her down. She realized that a part of her had been hoping for a reasonable explanation, some proof that her jealous suspicions were all wrong. She knew now that she was facing a cold reality. Her husband had a lover. Like water down a drain, all the fight went out of her. She had never felt so miserable in her life.
She pulled the top blanket off the bed and headed for the door.
"Jean ... where are you going?" Todd sounded nervous and anxious. It was small consolation. "Let's sit down and talk about this like a couple of adults. After all, we've been married for five years. It's not as if the news should be all that shocking. Things like this happen. Couples work them out."
His explanation horrified her. It had come to that, had it? It was just something that a housewife was supposed to expect? She was supposed to sit down and chat about it and pat him on the head? Poor guy! All that he must have been through! She wasn't going to dignify his protests with a response.
"I'll be spending the night on the couch. Tomorrow I'm going to wire my old friend Eileen. If she'll have me, I'm going to go and stay with her, until I get this all straight in my head."
"Jean ... for God's sake, come back here!"
She closed the door behind her and made herself a bed on the couch. She was a little disappointed that Todd didn't follow her. In the most terrible moment of her young life, she needed a warm hug and sympathy. It seemed stupid to look for them from the very person who had hurt her. But who else was there? She had very few friends in the city. Most of them were more Todd's friends than hers. She couldn't expect anything more than token sympathy from any of them.
Eileen was her only hope. They had been schoolgirls together. They hadn't seen each other since Jean's wedding, but they kept in touch by phone and letter. Eileen lived all the way on the other side of the country. Maybe, far from Todd, Jean could learn to forgive him. If she decided to forgive him at all.
Eileen was almost three years older than Jean. She was single, a teacher, an independent woman. Maybe Eileen could tell her what she should do. The blonde lay awake on the couch until, exhausted from her weeping, she fell into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
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. "Jeezz-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?
CHAPTER THREE
When Jean and Eileen got together, it was as if they had never been apart. Talk flowed easily between them. They trusted each other, with almost everything. Eileen still kept her little secret about her passion for young mans. It was Jean's problems that they concentrated on. The young blonde was trying to decide whether she should leave her husband. She felt hurt and betrayed, but she still loved him. She didn't know what she would ever do without him.
They were having dinner, and Eileen kept the wine flowing liberally. "You know, Jean, there's never really been any man in your life except Todd. How can you be sure that he's the true love of your life? Things look different, you knew, when you've had a few men. When you discover that many men can bring you the pleasure you've found with one ... maybe even more of it."
"I've been thinking about that, Eileen. But the truth is, I'm a coward. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make it on my own. After all, what would I do? Where would I go? I have no real skills. Even the city we live in isn't really my home. It's Todd's place really. Everything I have there is a piece of his life, whatever he decides to share with me." Her voice took on a tone of bitterness. "And it seems there's been quite a bit he hasn't been sharing with me lately."
"Well, you know you're free to stay here as long as you want, Jean. You won't even need any money. Maybe after a few weeks away, you'll discover you can live without him after all." Now that Jean was here, Eileen wasn't nearly as worried about what to do with her young lover. Her friend was so young and lovely. So dependent on her right now. Eileen's first priority became to help her friend find herself. It was the least she could do for a woman she had known since she was thirteen and Jean, ten.
Jean reached out and grasped her friend's hand. "I'm so grateful to you, Eileen. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't had you to turn to. Todd and I barely even spoke to each other the last couple of days." For a moment, she felt an overwhelming instinct to sob. She laughed instead. She realized Eileen's company was good for her. "You know, I think I'm a little drunk. My emotions are going up and down like a roller coaster."
"Nothing like a little vino to soothe the ravaged soul."
"Mmmmmm ... I think I'm getting sleepy. I've been up since five this morning. Definitely not my usual schedule!"
They said good-night. Jean went to bed. Eileen curled up in the living, room with a book. She was lost in it for hours. On the way to her bedroom, she heard a strange noise coming from Jean's bedroom. The sound startled her and frightened her. She was sure her exhausted friend must be sound asleep at this hour.
Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, Eileen pushed it open just a crack and peeked inside. Jean had the bedside light on. It was easy for the petite brunette to see what was going on.
Jean was lying on top of the covers on the bed. Her heels were pulled back to her thighs. Her legs were wide open. Her fingers were pumping in and out of her widespread pussy-gash. The pink expanse of cunt-flesh glistened in the subdued light. "Uuuuuuhhhh!" Jean's eyes were closed as she rocked her head recklessly from side to side on the pillow. It was obvious that the younger woman was completely caught up in her lewd nighttime antics.
With prurient interest, Eileen wondered whether Jean had been playing this way ever since she came to bed. Or had her friend waited until she thought Eileen was asleep? Whatever the situation, it was obvious the beautiful blonde was extremely horny, too horny to worry about, discovery. Instead of covertly stoking her cunt under the covers in the pitch dark, she had her pussy bared to the room, and the light on for the benefit of unseen prying eyes.
Eileen thought she had never seen anything as rousing as the way the blonde's fingers sluiced in and out of her wet greedy cunt-hole. Jean's fingers gleamed with the erotic coating of her plentiful juices. Her red fingernails hovered tauntingly at the opening to her pussy before they surged up inside.
Every time Jean wailed out hot pleasure at each new entry, Eileen felt a sympathetic pang of lust inside her own moistening pussy. Automatically her hand reached for her pubic mound. She clutched it feverishly, and even through the heavy material of her jeans her clitoris responded to the stimulus. It throbbed and swelled to greedy arousal.
Though she longed to abandon herself to the heady atmosphere that oozed from Jean's bedroom, Eileen pulled her hand away. She was teasing herself forcing herself to wait, letting the excitement build in her hot pulsing cunt.
"Ok Todd, darling!" she heard her young friend say. Jean's voice sounded thick, and Eileen realized at least part of that thickness was from the wine they had shared at dinner. Jean was still under the influence of an alcoholic high, both mental and physical. The wine had knocked down her inhibitions and made her body hungry for the kind of depraved attention she was now heaping upon it.
Listening to Jean cry for her husband awakened a pang of jealousy in Eileen. Though she had never made love to a woman, she felt an intense unexpected attraction to the younger woman as she watched her writhing in helpless surrender to her forbidden need. It irked her that Jean should be calling for Todd, when obviously it was her and not Todd who really cared for the blonde in her hour of greatest need. If Todd had really cared, he would never have let Jean come out West. He would have convinced her that he needed her. That he couldn't live without her.
Eileen knew that, in her vulnerable state, Jean would have yielded easily to such dramatic pleadings of love.
But Todd had not made them. Jean had come here, to Eileen's home. It was Eileen who would take care of her now.
The pretty brunette felt a strange surge of passion for the lovely woman who ground her cunt so wantonly down onto her fingers, who parted her thighs so recklessly to suck in the stroking steaming pleasure. She watched Jean's round full breasts heave on her chest and she felt an almost overwhelming desire to touch them, to fondle them, to kiss them.
What's happening to me, the brunette wondered, but she didn't try to fight the feelings. They intrigued her. Suddenly she saw a whole new world of possibility ... a new aspect of sexuality. If she couldn't see her teen lovers so often this summer, maybe it would not be such a tragedy. Not if she could satisfy her passion in the arms of the woman who was the best friend she had ever known.
It was a daring thought. Her cunt was throbbing more hotly than ever. Her whole body was growing more and more sensitized to the pleasure her girlfriend was experiencing. When Jean groaned, Eileen trembled. She felt the dampness gush from her pussy and soak the crotch of her jeans. She knew how excited Jean must have felt, because she was feeling the same way.
"Oh, God, I'm so hot! I feel so wonderful, darling!" Jean cried out. Eileen could only guess at the fantasy that must be running through Jean's mind at the moment. Obviously, the blonde was not alone in her head. She was engulfed in an erotic atmosphere, with someone to report her pleasure to. The thought of the depravity of what the young housewife was doing made Eileen wriggle in sympathetic lust. Her swollen clitoris rubbed against the rough material of her jeans, almost making her cry aloud. Eileen had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself. She knew she could not, put off the pleasure of touching herself any longer.
Carefully, she pulled down the zipper of her jeans. She did not want to make even the slightest sound that might give away her presence and put an end to the lewd show in the next room. Eileen did not want her friend to know she was watching her. It was too soon. With time, the brunette would learn how open-minded Jean was. She would discover what the limits were with her. She did not want to jump the gun now and spoil her chances for the future.
She need not have worried about alarming Jean, for the blonde, too, was doing some new erotic maneuvering. Jean turned over onto her tummy. Her belly squirmed down against the mattress. One hand was safely trapped underneath her. Eileen was sure she knew what the fingers were doing ... tickling the taut bud of the aroused clitoris. Her visitor's other hand reached around behind her. She fondled lewdly the tempting slit between her buttocks. Eileen could see that she was teasing the puckered brown hole of her sphincter.
"Uuuuuuhhhh!" Jean's cry expressed the passion of both excited women.
Outside the door, Eileen had pulled her jeans down over her sleek ass-cheeks to give herself lots of room to work in the slit of her wet greedy pussy. Her fingers teased ha clitoris for just a moment, then two fingers rammed deep up into her heated cunt.
A sense of honor would have dictated that she to go her room and leave Jean to her lust. But a sense of honor was not going to get in the way of Eileen's zesty enjoyment.
She was thrilled by the wanton self-abasement that she and Jean were sharing, unknown to Jean. The tiny brunette could not remember ever being so excited. The pleasure was soaring unchecked through her obscenely exposed belly. She writhed her ass round and round in large exaggerated motions, driving her cunt deeper onto her fingers, wrenching every ounce of satisfaction from the forbidden moment.
She watched fascinated as Jean's finger disappeared deep up into her clasping anus. The finger reappeared quickly. It gleamed with juices, and Eileen realized it was one of the fingers that Jean had had stuffed into her pussy a short while ago. A tremor ran through her as she realized the premeditation in her girlfriend's wanton scheme. She had even found a way to lubricate her asshole for the lascivious invasion!
As Eileen watched, Jean's finger moved more and more quickly. Her ass wriggled more and more impatiently. Eileen matched her own pace to the greedy blonde's. The harder she stroked her fingers into her cunt, keeping up with Jean, the more insistent grew the passion deep in her cunt. She was getting close to orgasm. The fires were burning high. But she wanted to satisfy an unnatural desire to wait for Jean.
Her cunt throbbed with remembered bliss as she finally fell asleep.
At the breakfast table the next morning, Eileen asked Jean if she had slept well.
"Like a baby, Eileen. I hope my snores didn't keep you awake. Todd tells me I snore when I drink."
Todd again. Eileen didn't want to hear about him. She told her friend that she too had slept like a log. No snoring had kept her awake.
She didn't let on what had.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sunday night, Eileen took Jean to dinner at the Misty Waters Resort. She greeted Randy cordially when he came to clear their table, but she gave no indication of the special relationship that had developed between her and the teen. The teen was cool, too, though a couple of times Jean caught his big blue eyes looking at her. She knew he was asking when they would see each other again. As Jean was absorbed in her menu, Eileen smiled reassuringly at the teen and winked.
Their waiter was an older teen named Luke. Luke was not the kind of guy Eileen would ever invite to her cottage. He was confident with women. He didn't blush when she gave him a generous glimpse down her cleavage. But he was a good-looking guy, and Eileen enjoyed flirting with him, discreetly of course. He was still young enough to awaken pangs of longing in the brunette's lusty breast. Each time Luke returned to their table, Eileen found something to say to him. It was obvious that Luke found her very attractive. He gave the women excellent service. He visited their table to check on them whenever he had a free moment.
Eileen noticed that Jean did not seem to be comfortable with the friendliness she showed toward the teen. "Is there something you don't like about our waiter, Jean?"
"No, of course not. He seems very nice, and he does his job very well. It's just that ... well, he reminds me of Todd; the way he was when I first met him. I don't think I could ever trust anyone like that again."
"Does that mean you're through with Todd?" Eileen asked. She realized she was probably acting just a little too excited at the prospect.
"I don't know, Eileen. I just don't know. But I wish you wouldn't be quite so friendly with ... that guy. You almost act as if you ... well, as if you think he's attractive."
"Of course he's attractive. All the guys they hire here are attractive. I try to be friendly with all the summer people. There's nothing weird about that, is there?" Eileen was feeling hostile. She didn't like the suggestion of criticism in Jean's voice.
Jean tried to soothe her friend. "I'm sorry, Eileen. I must be getting obnoxious. It's just that ... I guess I'm missing Todd."
Eileen patted her friend's head. Since the time she had watched Jean playing with herself, it was impossible for Eileen to touch her without feeling a jolt of desire. She felt that now. It destroyed her anger. She saw Jean watching Luke move from one task to another. There was a wistful sadness on her face.
The brunette realized it would be foolhardy of her to confide her passion to Jean, at least at this time. The younger woman was too sensitive on the subject Eileen would have to keep he passion to herself.
But she was too horny to wait any longer for another rendezvous with Randy. Before they left the restaurant, she managed to slip the teen a note: "Come by the cottage at two tonight. Wait for me to let you in. Every minute will seem an eternity. Love, E."
As soon as they got back to her cottage, Eileen told Jean she was going to have to make an early night of it, Jean said she was tired too. They parted company for their own rooms.
As two o'clock approached, Eileen stole down to Jean's room, to make sure her friend was asleep. She didn't want any interruptions once Randy arrived. The light was off and Eileen could hear the reassuring sound of Jean's deep breathing. The door was open slightly and she could see the motionless form of her visitor's body under the covers. Satisfied with her precautions, she went to the front door to wait for Randy.
Jean was in that hazy place between sleeping and waking. She heard the tiptoeing sounds of her girlfriend out in the hall. At first the sound had alarmed her and she feigned sleep noises, to be sure any intruder would think she was unaware of his presence. When the tiptoeing receded back the way it had come, she realized it must have been Eileen. Perhaps her friend was having trouble sleeping and was looking for company.
The young blonde lay indecisive in the bed for several minutes. At times she was on the verge of falling asleep. Then she remembered about Eileen, restless and prowling the house alone. She should go talk to her friend. She wanted to explain about her moodiness at the restaurant. Eileen must think she was a ninny, picking at her for showing normal friendliness to a young waiter. The thought of Eileen turning against her panicked her. At the moment, Eileen was all she had in the world.
Determined now to make her pilgrimage across the cabin to Eileen's room, she slipped a robe over her thin nightie and padded down the hall in her fuzzy slippers. She half-expected to find Eileen in kitchen, making same warm milk, the way they had done when they were kids spending the night together.
But Eileen was not there. She was in her bedroom. The light shining under the door said she was up. The sound of voices stopped Jean's arm, just as she was about to knock.
"Randy darling. I'm so glad you could come. I've been so hungry for you. I couldn't have waited another minute. Mmmmmm ... "
"Gee, Miss Kerr! That's fantastic ... uuuuuhhh!"
A cold chill ran down Jean's spine. It had never occurred to her that Eileen might have a lover in the neighborhood. She was going to go away and leave them in peace, jealous that her friend was enjoying a pleasure denied to her.
Then she began to wonder. Why would her lover call Eileen "Miss Kerr"? The voice sounded very young, but surely it couldn't be ...
"Uh jee-zuz, Miss Kerr! You sure know how to suck cock!"
At one and the same time, Jean experienced a thrill of shock in her spine, and a jolt of lust in her pussy. Eileen was sucking the cock of ... someone.
The lewd question was too intriguing for Jean to pass up. She had to know exactly what was going on in there. She could hear Eileen quieting her visitor, warning him that he must be careful not to awaken her friend. Eileen was vigilant. Jean didn't dare open the door even a crack. Quickly she hastened from the cottage and around to Eileen's bedroom window. The thin curtains hid little.
There it was! The depravity Jean had expected, yet had been unable to believe.
Her friend Eileen was kneeling naked over her lover, his hard cock appearing from and disappearing into her mouth. Her lover too was naked. And from the looks of him, Jean was sure he couldn't be more than eighteen at the very most.
As he tossed his head passionately from side to side, Jean found herself thinking she knew him from somewhere. It seemed impossible. Whom did she know here? Then she remembered! The busboy who had cleared their table in the restaurant tonight!
"My God!" she whispered in a voice that trembled. Her own head moved up and down as she watched Eileen's head bob over the teen's turgid cock. She could almost imagine how that slender rubbery cock would feel, driving to the back of her throat. She could almost imagine it was her own tongue swirling round and round the bloated tip.
Suddenly the blonde shook her head violently, trying to shake herself free of the lusty thoughts and feelings that were rapidly taking over her senses. It seemed wrong to be spying on her best friend like this, no matter what kind of depravity her friend was indulging in.
But her moral qualms were only intellectual responses to the situation. Her physical responses were stronger and more compelling. Her cunt was throbbing under her nightclothes. Her whole body was shaking at the sheer lurid idea of seducing a teenager.
Jean could almost sense the exultant power Eileen was feeling as the older woman straddled her teen lover's loins and slowly wiggled her pussy down onto his upthrusting cock.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" Eileen's cries of pleasure sent hot jabs of sympathetic arousal throughout the watching blonde's belly. She felt her cunt-walls spasm as though to try to grab hold of the young cock that wasn't there. Jean was a woman with a powerful sex drive. Living with Todd had forced her to try to pace herself. She tried not to jack off too often. She didn't want to become a pervert.
The other night she had given herself a resounding orgasm by fingerfucking herself in the ass. She had been awed then by the force of her own depraved need. She had vowed she would not masturbate again for at least a week. But watching Eileen was making her so hot. Her cunt was crying for cock. Because she had no cock to give it, she could only offer the next best thing: her finger!
As Eileen rode up and clown the stiff shaft of the moaning teen's cock, Jean pulled up her night clothes and reached for the swollen button of her clitoris. The first contact of finger against the sensitized nubbin made Jean's knees begin to buckle. She grabbed at the windowsill for support, horrified that she might fall down and give away her presence outside the lovers window.
She managed to catch herself just in time. A jolt of shame shook her. She should go inside! What was she doing participating this way in her friend's debauchery?
Looking closely at the site where Eileen's black curly pussy-hair melded with the teen's belly, Jean noted that there were only a few stray strands of blond hair around the base of the teen's cock. This fascinating observation took her mind off the morality of what was going on. It brought a new throb to her cunt. It took her hand back to her stiff little clitoral bud.
For a moment, Jean knew exactly what Eileen was doing there. She knew what it must be like to be with someone who was so trusting, so faithful, so free from deceit and selfish arrogance. Todd had been that way once. He had told her again and again that there would never be anyone but her.
But Todd was a man now. He took from his woman what he wanted of her and went on to the next. He didn't look at his lover with awed gratitude, the way the teen was doing to Eileen.
A man took what he expected from a woman.
Her thoughts about what was happening fell quick prey to the compelling realities of the situation. The moans of the illicit lovers grew more abandoned. Eileen was no longer warning the teen to be quiet. She was making as much noise as he was. There was no doubt that she was lost in her own private dream world, where nothing mattered but the moment's consuming sensuality.
Faster and faster, Jean's finger swirled round and round the tip of her blood-engorged clitoris. The little membrane was vibrating with the thrill of a shared depravity. She was milking her own excitement from the abandoned coupling of woman and young man ... without their permission, without their knowledge. Her cunt ached in loneliness as she hungrily watched the fiery passion that leapt from her friend to her teen lover and back again. Jean felt an overwhelming desire to be part of that electricity, but she didn't dare yield to its force.
What would Eileen think if she knew her visitor was spying on her, was playing with her clitoris as she watched her gyrate over her teen lover's cock? Would she hate her for not having the decency to acknowledge her presence, or to leave them in peaceful lust? Jean didn't want Eileen to know how low she had sunk this night ... yet she could not bring herself to break away. She had to watch!
Jean had always known Eileen was a beautiful woman, with her long, lustrous black hair and her tiny, richly sculpted body. But she had never felt the compelling power of that beauty until just this minute. The way she wiggled her cunt down onto the teen's cock reminded Jean of some kind of serpent-a beautiful serpent that entangle its victims in its strong love tendrils. Her cries of passion were almost other-worldly. The wanton abandon with which she twisted her body this way and that was a strong erotic message. Jean could feel the contagion of Eileen's lust permeating the air around her. Her own body tinged, as if she had been touched by Eileen.
Yet Jean could not condemn her friend. She knew how far her own lust could take her, causing her to fingerfuck herself in the asshole just to experience a moment's forgetful release. Jean had had a "proper" relationship with a man, yet where had it gotten her? She was hurt and rejected by her own husband, forced to live thousands of miles from home just to try to recuperate from the awful disappointment she had suffered.
How could she blame Eileen for trying to grab hold of something that was young and untainted, that was purely for the enjoying? As she stoked her fingers in and out of her heated pussy, Jean could almost imagine herself doing the same thing, just to get rid of the frustration deep inside. She could almost feel that hard slender cock working in and out, in and out.
It was then that the activity on the bed reached a feverish pitch. Eileen threw back her head of long hair and stared victoriously at the ceiling. She pumped her loins with amazing speed up and down over the teen's cock. "Oooohhh, my-y God-d-d! I'm cummmmming-g-g!"
The teen's look was one of total surprise. "Jeez, Miss Kerr! Me too! I'm cuming too! Uuhhhh!"
As Jean watched the final throes of climax, she could imagine the teen's thick creamy juices shooting deep into Eileen's hungry cunt. The thought of it set off an intense spasm in her clitoris. Then Jean too was cumming. It was a silent explosion, though no less intense for her self-imposed silence. Somehow her orgasm seemed even more wrenching than usual. Keeping the cries of ecstasy all pent up inside filled her to the brim with joy.
She stayed a little while longer to watch the tender way Eileen bent over the teen's soft cock and licked it clean of their combined juices. Again the watching blonde felt a lurch in her cunt. It was all so exciting ... but so wrong. She mustn't watch any more!
She ran off to her room, where her dreams were as raunchy and forbidden as the lurid love play she had watched that evening!
CHAPTER FIVE
"I've got to go into town for supplies this morning, Jean. Why don't you come along? I'll take you out for lunch."
"Thanks, Eileen, but I've got my head set on some sunning and swimming. I want to be really lazy today. Do you mind?"
"No, of course not you have a good time, lazybones. I'll probably be back around three."
Jean was relieved to have some time on her own. She still had not recovered from the incredible scene she had witnessed two nights before. Eileen with a teen lover! To look at her pretty, competent friend, it hardly seemed possible. But Jean could not deny what she had seen with her own eyes. Maybe after a day alone in the hot sun she could make some sense of what she saw as Eileen's depravity ... and of the sympathetic lust that she had felt when she had watched the brunette with her young man.
She listened for the sound of Eileen's Jeep starting up. But instead the back door opened and her friend reappeared. "I forgot to tell you. One of the teens from the hotel is coming by to chop some wood for me. Just tell him to do whatever he feels like. I'll pay him the next time I'm down at Misty Waters."
Before she could stop herself, Jean started to tremble. She could only hope that Eileen didn't notice. "Oh ... "
"What's the matter? It doesn't bother you that Randy is coming by, does it?" Eileen munched hungrily on a cookie.
"No ... I just thought I'd be alone, that's all."
"Don't worry about Randy. He's a very sweet guy. He'll be so quiet you won't even know he's here. Except for the chopping, that is." Eileen giggled and waved a gay good-bye from the door. "See you later, Jean."
"Yeah ... see you later."
Jean listened to the Jeep's engine roar and fade away. She stood motionless in the kitchen for a long time, trying to fathom what was about to happen. That guy-she was sure it would be the same one she had watched Eileen screw-would be here, alone, with her. The blonde tried to rationalize why the prospect frightened her so much.
Jean realized she did not trust herself alone with the handsome youth. After all she had seen ... Eileen sucking his cock ... Eileen recklessly riding his cock to raging climax ... how could she not think of those things every time she looked at him? She knew her frustrated pussy was her own worst enemy at the moment.
She thought about taking the row boat out by herself. She thought about walking down to Misty Waters. She found an argument against every alternative. It would look strange if she did anything ambitious after saying she wanted to laze all day. The guy might leave without chopping the wood, and Eileen might get upset.
They seemed feeble excuses but she clung to them. She knew that some part of her was intrigued with the idea of putting herself to the supreme test. Within a few hours she would know for sure whether she could resist the depravity that Eileen had yielded to. She would know which part of her was in charge: her intellect or her libido.
To occupy her buzzing brain, she began to fix herself a brunch. Automatically she made enough for two. The guy might be hungry when he got here. Guys were always hungry, weren't they? She sipped a glass of wine as she worked. It relaxed her.
She poured herself a second.
Randy was surprised to see her instead of Eileen. But he responded eagerly when she offered him some food. They sat opposite one another as they ate. Jean had trouble keeping her mind on the food. Every time his big blue eyes met hers, she remembered the amazed passion they had worn when Eileen was sitting on top of his stiff cock.
She found herself wondering whether his cock was soft now. Or whether it might be just a little bit hard, from sitting near her. Did he think she was beautiful?
Nervously, she reached for her wine. Those were just the kinds of thoughts she had to avoid. She knew where those thoughts could lead.
It pleased her that he ate every last bit of the food she offered him.
"Boy, that was good. I don't know if I've got the energy to lift an axe now!" He laughed, and she thought how charming he was. She could understand how Eileen had been intrigued by such open charm. She could almost imagine what perverted lust had led Eileen to reach for his hard young cock. Her pussy throbbed with excitement.
As she cleared the dishes from the table, she caught him watching her with admiration in his eyes. When he saw that she saw, he looked away. Excited tremors brought goose bumps out on Jean's skin.
He does think I'm beautiful? she wondered. She was a little shaky on her feet. As she carried the platter to the sink, she slipped on the toss rug and fell. The platter was plastic and didn't break. But Jean felt like a fool, sprawled on the floor like a rag doll in front of the watchful eyes of the teen.
Then he was kneeling in front of her, taking her arm, asking if she was hurt. His eyes looked so soft, so concerned. Jean felt a ripple of need flow through her.
"I'm all right, Randy. Really I am. Thank you." Her voice sounded strange to her own ears. The hunger was so raw. Alcohol and lust had combined to disarm her completely of her armor against her baser instincts.
He pulled her to her feet. They stood facing one another. They were about the same height. Jean watched his expression flicker between desire and fear. Obviously, he did not know where he stood with her. But he knew ... and she could see it ... where he wanted to stand, or lie.
Suddenly they were kissing. Their mouths ground hungrily against one another. Though he was the lover of a skilled older woman, his kiss still conveyed his own slight awkwardness. His tongue pushed inside only a little way, until he grew so overwhelmed with his need and her closeness that he shoved it all the way to the back of her throat. Their tongues collided fiercely. Their passion took them back down onto the floor. They writhed together on the toss rug.
There was no doubt in her mind now about the hardness of his young cock. She could feel it pushing aggressively against her belly, through their clothes. The earthy pressure brought out the primitive in Jean. She wanted that cock! She wanted that hard young cock in her hand!
She scarcely realized at first that, as she crawled down to his loins to free his cock from his pants, Randy was involved in a similar project. Then, she felt the cool wash of air on her thighs, and she realized he had pulled her pants down. A rush of fear and excitement surged through her naked loins.
Suddenly Jean realized she need not worry any more about whether she would give in to the teen or not. They had passed the point where thoughts could do any good. She was committed. She wanted him. Right or wrong, she was going to have him.
It was almost a relief to have that burden off her conscience. Since worry wasn't going to help her any longer, she could relax and enjoy. It was amazing how much easier the three glasses of wine had made it for her. She was ready now to succumb to her depravity ... very ready!
As she pulled the hard fleshy shaft of his cock from his pants, she felt him working her slacks down off her ankles. There was nothing stopping her now from spreading her legs to him, from showing him the hungry needing gash of her pussy.
Feeling deliciously wicked, she spread her thighs right there on the kitchen floor ... not too far ... just far enough to give him a hint of her treasures. She wanted to feel him push them open all the way. She wanted to feel him asserting his manhood by forcing her to expose her most cherished secrets to his gaze ... and to his tongue.
She grew preoccupied by the smooth contours of the teen's swollen cockhead. She caressed his cock-shaft at her leisure, drawing agonized groans from the teen's throat. Each cry sent a new throb of desire through her waiting pussy.
His hands took hold of her thighs. She felt his mouth planting soft exploring kisses down over her belly, until he was kissing the kinky thatch of her pussy-hair. To match his passion, she stabbed her tongue against the glans in the tip of his cock. Her gesture obviously thrilled him. His cock seeped a gleaming drop of cum-juice. She lapped it up greedily.
"Oh darling ... you're beautiful ... mmmmm, it tastes so good! Your cock tastes so good! I want it all inside my mouth!" She brought her excitement to the boiling point by describing what she was going to do to him. "I want to suck you until I suck all your sweet cum right out of you!" Even though she knew she was pretty drunk, she could not believe the raunchy depravity of her words. She had never felt so totally abandoned. Jean began to believe now that, from the moment she had first seen Eileen with the teen, she had known she had to have that pleasure too. Eileen's wanton act had awakened a need in her own loins. Now that it was uncovered, it was reaching out with a lusty fury. She was determined to grab all the pleasure she could and suck it into her!
Scarcely recognizing the reckless woman she tad become, Jean began to work her head back and forth over the teen's cock-shaft. Her lips nibbled him greedily. They formed a tight suction that slipped effortlessly over his sleek cock, then broke as she tongued the appealing ridge that separated cock-shaft from head. She was totally absorbed in her slavish labors, almost forgetting her own moist need, until a tongue stabbed her stiff clitoris.
"Aaaiiiieeeeee!" She tossed back her head of blonde curls and wailed. She took a quick look at the teen's fair head bent over her tingling pussy. The sight, and the exploring prods of his tongue, made her squeal again. With urgent excitement, she bent back to the enticing task of sucking Randy's slender hard cock.
The teen lapped at the open pink slit of the older woman's cunt with mounting hunger. He was a little timid at first, by the woman's obvious intense need. But she was so appreciative of his every move, so generous in her phase translated into hot sucking sounds over his cock. He soon lost his inhibitions. He devoted himself to discovering all he could about the heated folds and crevices of his new lover's cunt. "Jeez, Mrs. Baker! You sure taste good!"
Greedy for more of her zesty flavors, he forced her thighs as far apart as he could get them. His cock lurched in her mouth at the sound of her guttural, submissive groans.
It was happening! He was asserting himself, pushing her thighs apart, delving for more of her flowing pussy-juices. Reeling darts of pleasure soared throughout the blonde's half-naked body. She could feel his tongue exploring deeper now, sliding down from the rigid bud of her clitoris to the sensitized opening to her cunt. Again and again he licked her with great greedy sweeps of his tongue. Her groans grew more and more wanton, her passion more and more intense. She was scarcely aware any longer of the mechanics of the situation.
Her mouth opened and she sucked. Her pussy tingled and she writhed her hips round and round in search of more of the teen's daring tongue loving.
He loved them both. They were both so eager, so spontaneous, so beautiful. He didn't know which one was more greedy in her frothing desire. At the moment, the squirming blonde felt like more than a handful. Randy summoned up all the manly strength he could muster to do justice to her wet hot cunt-slit. He was so busy eating her pussy that he didn't even have time to worry about whether he might blow too quick. Already the older women were making a man of him!
Though he devoted so much energy to rippling his tongue over Mrs. Baker's juicy cunt, he was not impervious to the pleasure of her skilled groping mouth. His attention darted back and forth, wanting to drink in the pleasure received, yet anxious to return pleasure in kind. He realized this was the way it must be for a man. It was fantastic to have a woman's mouth doing terrific things to his cock, but he must never forget that the woman needed her pleasure too. How good a lover he was depended on how much joy he could dish out to his squealing partner!
"Randy ... you're wonderful! Oooooohhh, darling-g-g!" A lusty smile creased her features as she looked down at him for just a moment. Then her cheeks bloated as she welcomed once again the determined rutting shaft of his cock. She lurched her cunt down against his tongue, forcing it a little way up inside. The excitement was so intense she thought she might faint. But she went on sucking, mouthing his cock more rapidly than before. She could feel the explosion rising closer to the surface. Whatever depravity she had sunk into today ... however wantonly she had violated the rules she had been raised to respect ... she longed only for the culmination of her seething arousal. The orgasm first, then she would try to understand. The orgasm first, then the whole world would look so wonderful. None of it would matter. "Hhhhhhnnnhhh...!"
No longer content to wait for the release to happen, she crawled up onto her hands and knees.
Her head bobbed fitfully over Randy's cock. Her cunt ground unashamed into his open groping mouth. It was all the teen could do to keep up with her grueling pace. But he gave his all. His tongue stabbed her cunt-hole. It slipped up to writhe round the slick nubbin of her clitoris. It even delved her sensitive nether hole, there to wrench a new and deeper shriek from her throat.
The combined effect of his lusty toil was to break loose the last bonds that held Mrs. Jean Baker to earth. Her clitoris vibrated awesomely. Her cunt clutched in on itself, trying to draw the working tongue right on up inside. She was cumming!
"Uuuuuuuhhh! Oh God ... I'm cuming, Randy! It's soooo good-d-d!"
The sheer lewdness of the experience of having the older woman's pussy humping down against his face while she worked out her climax dissolved the last of the teen's resistance. Her mouth clutched his cock hungrily. He shot his load deep into the back of her throat. "Uuuuuhh! Golly ... Mrs. Baker ... uuuhhh!" Again his face was, muffled in hot wet cunt. But he had the satisfaction of knowing that the beautiful blonde had a bellyful of his jism.
Her mouth had never left his cock all the time he was shooting off. She had swallowed every last drop of it!
It took several minutes for the pair to drag themselves up off the floor. The shock of her climax, the hot dose of Randy's cum, had sobered Jean. She didn't know if she would be able to look the teen in the face.
But it wasn't hard. He was grinning at her with such trusting admiration. She couldn't help but feel good about what had happened. Who said it was perverted for an older woman to make love to a young man? Randy had just given her back her faith in herself.
She smiled and touched his cheek. "You'd better go chop some wood. We don't want the lady of the house wandering what went on here this morning."
That was the fly in the ointment. She had "borrowed" Eileen's lover. The lively brunette seemed more than willing to share everything else with her friend. But, in this case, Jean couldn't help thinking Eileen might not want to be cooperative. Jean's new joy would have to remain a secret from her best friend.
CHAPTER SIX
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-mming-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 cummmingg-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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eileen's cunt tingled all day with the excitement of what she had witnessed that morning. On the drive back to the cabin, she argued with herself over whether she should try to seduce Jean that very evening. It was an awesome thought. She had never made love to a woman before. The idea of experimenting with such a forbidden fruit roused her passion to glowing heights.
She decided to wait and see what the evening brought. But, if her pulsing cunt was any indicator, she was going to have to seek some satisfaction, and very soon.
That was just how it worked out. They retired to the living room after the meal, a little shaky on their feet from a magnum of Chablis. Eileen opened a fresh bottle of wine and started a fire in the fireplace. Though the night was only slightly cool, the fire was so pleasant to watch. She sat on the floor at Jean's feet, her elbow resting on the couch next to her blonde friend. She felt Jean's contentment, through the building tension of her own excitement.
"Do you ever pick out pictures in the flames?" she asked the younger woman.
"Oh yes ... I see many things there." Jean did not protest when Eileen filled up her wine glass. She sipped thoughtfully. Eileen worried that she might be slipping into a wine-induced depression. She worked quickly to seize the blonde's attention before she started to dwell on Todd and her shaken marriage.
"I see sexy pictures in there. That's just me, I guess. One-track mind!" She giggled and took a drink of wine. Jean had moved a little closer to her. She could smell her perfume. Her thigh rubbed slightly against her forearm. Her hot young pussy was only a hand's length away, under her long cotton skirt. Eileen's courage was fast catching up with her desire.
Jean sounded interested, "Like what? What do you see?"
"I see two figures writhing around desperately."
To her amazement, she found that she liked what was being done to her. She liked the forbidden excitement of feeling a woman's mouth grappling with her own. Her cunt throbbed at the taunting stimulation of Eileen's tongue jabbing deep into her throat. Though she still felt intimidated by the sheer perversion of what was going on, she found herself thrusting her own tongue out a little way. She was seeking out the lurid passion that Eileen was offering her. Her trembling body was hungry for this hard tender passion from the woman who was her oldest and dearest friend, who was in fact the person who cared more for her than anyone in the world.
"Hhhhhhhnnnhhh...!" Her tongue grew downright bold in pursuit of Eileen's lusty probes. The combination of the many glasses of wine she had drunk, and the erotic stimulus she had enjoyed with Randy earlier in the day, made her feel intensely self-indulgent.
What they were doing was wrong, so her moral teaching had taught her. But it couldn't be any more wrong than, the shameless way she had arranged the rendezvous with that pretty teen this morning! Why make distinctions between one depravity and another? Both circumstances had something compelling in common: they both made her feel wonderful ... so good she did not have the heart to stop before she got in deeper.
Her relationship with Randy had proved to be the best thing that had happened to her in a long time.
She could feel Jean growing more and more aroused. At last she felt secure that the blonde too wanted this passion to continue. She dared to break her mouth free of their long tongue-duel. She looked into Jean's flushed face and smiled. "You're so beautiful, Jean. You feel so good. I want to make love to you so much!"
Jean's eyes were bright with wine and arousal. She looked overwhelmed. She had trouble finding her words. "I trust you, Eileen."
That was all the older woman needed to hear. She felt she had just been given carte blanche to investigate the lush treasures of her stunned girlfriend. The flush on Jean's face made her very appealing to Eileen. The brunette felt herself overwhelmed with a lusty desire to shower her friend with pleasure. She wanted to make this evening so good for Jean ... for both of them, for whatever pleased the shy younger woman would please her. She wanted to make up for the wrong that Jean's two-timing husband had done her.
Her hands trembled as she pushed up Jean's white blouse. She gazed first at the smooth white orbs with their border of tan. Then she looked back up at Jean. The younger woman seemed to be holding her breath in expectation of what would happen next.
Eileen felt the juices gush from her pussy as her fingers pulled aside the strip of material and gave her first close-up view of Jean's pink glistening gash. The sight drew her like a magnet. Her fingers fondled the kinky thatch of Jean's cunt-hair, then they poked at the soft spongy flesh of her cunt.
"Uuuuhhhh!" Jean sighed and opened her thighs wider. Her buttocks humped upward off the couch. Her pussy was wriggling in search of that finger gave her something better.
Her tongue reached for the alluring wet place that was the opening to Jean's cunt. She stabbed her tongue as far up inside as she could get it. Her senses were filled with the flavor of Jean's juices. The taste intoxicated the older woman. Her tongue delved up inside again and again, lapping up the tangy lubrication as quickly as Jean's glands produced it. "Mmmmmm!" Though she had so looked forward to this moment, Eileen had had some qualms about whether she would like the taste of pussy. She was delighted to find it was the most erotic potion she had ever savored!
Though she had had nagging doubts about what they were doing when Eileen had first started to kiss her, the father the older woman led her into pleasure, the happier Jean was with her decision to go along. Though her husband had kissed her and sucked her nipples and eaten her pussy, there was something different about the way Eileen did it.
But first there was that obstacle to be gotten rid of. She was tired of holding the panty crotch hand aside. She wanted free access to the gleaming sex-slit of Jean's cunt. Her pussy tingling with exultant power, Eileen took firm hold of the flimsy material and pulled on it. She ripped Jean's panties open. The juices flowed from her cunt. She had laid bold brutal claim to the prize she craved by tearing to get it. The sight of the tattered cloth made her hungry. Her mouth reached for satisfaction. Her tongue struck Jean's clitoris and swung round and round in bold enticing circles.
"Aaaiiieeee! Oh yes, do it like that!" At first Jean had been startled by the raw lust that had made Eileen tear, her panties. Then she became feverish with passion at the thought that her girlfriend wanted her that much. Feeling more abandoned, more lewd than she ever had before, she raised her feet onto the couch and pulled them back against her thighs.
There! Now Eileen really had all of her!
But as her girlfriend slaved devotedly over her steaming twat, Jean realized it was not enough! She wanted to give as well as receive! She wanted to show her gratitude to her hard-working lover in the most depraved way possible.
She wanted to eat Eileen's pussy while Eileen ate hers!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eileen was overwhelmed by Jean's total surrender to passion as the younger woman raised her legs and spread her pussy lewdly wide. The open cunt with its kinky blonde top-knot was a feast fit for a king ... or a queen. Eileen licked greedily, all the way up from Jean's asshole to her clit making the moans break more and more frequently from her throat. Her own cunt throbbed in longing, but Eileen had little time to spend thinking about it. She was realizing a dream. If a little frustration was the price she had to pay, then so be it.
But Jean had another surprise for her girlfriend. Eileen felt the other woman's hand, on her shoulder. She looked up. "I want to do it to you too. Please. It's not fair to just take. I want to eat your pussy, Eileen darling."
The words were uttered a little thickly, but Eileen thought they were the most beautiful words she had ever heard. Though she was reluctant to give up the hot pussy before, her even for a moment, she let Jean take her hand and guide her to her bedroom. Already the younger woman was becoming an active participant in their shared depravity. Eileen would have to be quick if she wanted to remain in charge. It was the older woman's instinct always to be in charge.
She pushed Jean gently but firmly onto her back on the bed and pulled off her clothes. When Jean tried to help her remove her own garments, she shook her head and ginned. "Just watch me." One by one, she threw her clothes aside, wriggling provocatively, posing for Jean's appraisal as she progressed to total nakedness. It pleased her to see the sparkling excitement in Jean's eyes as she stared at her firm round breasts and the shocking black tendrils of her pussy-hair. "Well?" she demanded.
Jean squirmed anxiously on the bed. Her obvious arousal made Eileen's cunt hot. "Please, come here! Oh Eileen, you're so beautiful!"
It amazed the brunette to think how quickly their relationship had progressed from intimacy to great passion. It seemed the most natural thing in the world now for them to be together like this, to be craving the taste of one another's wet cunts. She made Jean tremble just a few moments longer, anticipating the moment when they would come together. Then, because she herself could stand the raw wanting no longer, she climbed onto the bed. Her cunt hovered over Jean's face as she buried her head back in the damp furrow of the younger woman's pussy. Her tongue resumed its labors at the place it had left off-Jean's hard clitoris!
"Oh, God!" Jean wailed. At first she was intimidated by the hairy black thatch that was squirming just a couple of inches above her face. Jean was suddenly unsure that she would know what to do to please another woman. Eileen's pussy looked like a strange little animal ... with unknown desires and cravings.
It was the pleasure that hot from her clitoris as Eileen licked it that made Jean take the plunge. Her tongue dove deep up through Eileen's pussy-hair. It found firm slick flesh, Eileen's clitoris. She began to lick it, the way she felt her own cunt being licked. The taste was good. Her tongue drove deeper, toward her cunt, looking for more juices. Scarcely knowing how it had happened, Jean was suddenly absorbed in eating her best friend's pussy. She knew now that there was nothing alien about Eileen's pussy. It had the same desires and cravings as her own. When she dealt out the pleasure as she received it, Eileen moaned the way she did. It was easy. And it was incredibly erotic.
The most depraved thing the young blonde had ever done was turning out to be a fantastic erotic adventure. Randy's tongue and Randy's young cock had brought Jean ecstatic satisfaction. Now Eileen was bringing her an experience that was brand new and thrilling. Though Jean could not imagine giving up on cock, she was very satisfied to spend this moment with her face buried in her girlfriend's twat. It was almost like making love to herself, loving another woman. And what could be more depraved than that.
Jean was immersed now in an excitement that she had never thought she would experience, she had felt strange stirrings of attraction toward beautiful women, but she had never thought about doing anything about them. If Eileen had not pushed her into it, she might never have known this powerful sizzling side of herself. She was very glad that Eileen had seduced her.
The blonde moaned as she licked the hot cunt above her with more and more wanton enthusiasm. Her tongue paid lewd attention to Eileen's clitoris until the little nubbin was hard as a rock. Then it glided up to her cunt and dove in there, licking out the wetness, savoring the forbidden flavor, of passion. From time to time, she reached all the way up to Eileen's cries of appreciation egged her on in her lusty experiments. She had to raise her head awkwardly to reach as far as she wanted to, but she ignored the discomfort. It was part of what made the forbidden so tempting. And the talented maneuverings of Eileen's mouth on her own cunt acted as a wonderful panacea to pain.
The sucking went on and on, accompanied by a steady erotic melody of moans and bleats of encouragement. Both women were becoming more and more aroused. Their excitement showed in the reckless way they tongued the other's cunt. The result was a greater stimulation for their partner, that was immediately transmitted to their own hot pussies. It was a perfect circle.
Eileen had never dared hope that her girlfriend's response the first time around would be this open, this intense. Though she had started out so timid, Jean had learned quickly to give as good as she got. Eileen's wet cunt was wracked with intense pleasure. She knew it would not be long until she went over the top. Her goal became to force Jean to cum with her. She had already cum with Jean twice before, the two times she had spied on the younger women in sexual situations. This time they would be touching and feeling and tasting each other as they came. The prospect made the brunette tremble. It was so exciting, so exciting! Her tongue became more aggressive than ever. She wanted Jean to feel as she felt. To want to cum in a great thunderous explosion.
Then the wish became reality.
"Ooooohhh ... Eileen, darling! Ooooooh ... I'm cummming-g-g!" Then Jean's mouth returned to her woman lover's cunt, determined even in the midst of her release to make the other woman climb to the peaks, with her. She was surprised at how quickly she got her results.
Eileen was so glad to be able to let herself go. Every nerve-ending in her body vibrated with sheer raging joy. "Uuuuuuhhh ... I'm cummmmming-g-g!"
They nibbled at each other's cunts, licking up the extra juices that had surged forth at the point of climax. Then, at the same moment they began to crawl around to fall into each other's arms, to kiss and to rub pussies together. Their wanton play drove mini-orgasms from their gyrating cunts one after another. They laughed and kissed and rolled from side to side on the bed. They felt the total joy of release-sexual release, and release from the barriers that had held their friendship on the borders of something totally ojen and compelling.
"Oh Eileen ... I just know we're going to be better friends than ever now." Eileen had brought in the open bottle of wine and they sat side by side, sipping and making plans, holding hands.
"So do I. Now I won't have to spy on you anymore when you're making love. We can be there together." A mischievous grin on her face, Eileen told Jean of the times she had watched her play with herself, and make love to the teen.
Jean blushed, then she began, to laugh. "I won't have to spy on you either then." It delighted and surprised Eileen to learn how Jean had got the idea of making love to Randy by watching her.
"You're full of surprises, Jean! Golly, I'm so excited. Just think what a wonderful summer we can have now! Totally self-indulgent!"
They toasted the summer ahead. Then they kissed, and it turned into another long experiment in deepening their friendship.
CHAPTER NINE
Both women felt like teenagers who had just discovered what life and sex were all about. Everything became very exciting to them. Suddenly Jean's visit was no longer a slightly sad situation, but a fun holiday. Every day was a celebration, with lots of sexual exploring, lots of talking, lots of wine, lots of trips to neighboring towns to see what the world looked like through their new enlightened gaze.
It was just like what Eileen remembered it to be with male lovers she had known. Men she'd been very attracted to, men who taught her something about life. Only those relationships always ended in the familiar power struggle, the need for independence. She hoped her new relationship with her girlfriend would be more enduring.
As they grew more comfortable with each other, they learned to admit there were things they were still missing. They still craved the hard filling presence of a good tireless cock. For a week they had avoided Randy and the Misty Waters. It seemed time to go again. "Do you know any grown men who could take us both on without working himself into a hernia?" Eileen quipped. She felt arrogant and insatiable.
They went to Misty Waters for an afternoon cocktail. As they sat on the grass by the lakeside sipping their drinks, Luke and a handsome young friend came by carrying an outboard motor. "Hey, want to go for a ride?" Luke called.
"Oh, let's!" Jean suggested excitedly. "It would be fun to have out own private gondoliers!"
Eileen was unsure. Luke was a nice guy, but too smart, too cocksure for his age. And it had always been against her code to fraternize in public with any of the guys. But Jean looked so eager, she couldn't let herself be a party-pooper. "Well, okay."
Jean sprang to her feet. "Terrific! Let's go!"
Eileen grinned at her enthusiastic friend. She marveled at the change that had come over the younger woman since she had started indulging her sexuality, first with Randy and now with her. Almost never did the old shadow pass over her eyes anymore. Eileen really was beginning to believe that Jean had banished her ex-husband from her thoughts and heart.
They were already in the boat, ready to shove off, when two more guys came running up. Eileen's heart began to beat fast when she recognized Randy. From the look on her friend's face, she knew Jean felt the same. With Randy was a handsome guy who looked younger than the women's lover. He hung back shyly as Randy approached the boat and looked dubiously from the women to the older guys.
"Where you guys going?" he demanded. There was a tinge of jealousy in his voice that amused Eileen.
"For a ride," Luke answered briefly. He was obviously anxious to be off.
"Can we come?"
"Well ... I don't know ... "
"Oh, let them come," Jean urged the bigger guy. "There's room."
Randy had what he wanted. He looked arrogantly at Luke, then proceeded to climb in on the other side of the women, "Come on, Tim," he coaxed his friend. But the other guy hung back.
"I'm on duty in an hour. I better stay here ... "
"Okay. See you." Randy waved gaily as they moved out into the water. Eileen stared at the teen who remained on the shore, watching them wistfully. He looked so young, so vulnerable. She saw that Jean was looking that way too.
For about half an hour they skimmed over the blue water. Randy, Luke and the third teen, whose name was Hank, competed with one another to keep the two beautiful older women entertained with stories.
Eileen was a bit nervous at first. She wasn't sure it had been a wise thing to do, to come boating with three young men, one of whom was her lover and Jean's too. Eileen had certain appearances to keep up. She shuddered at the thought of any suspicion being directed her way.
Once she began to respond to the beauty of the day-the bright blue sky, the water with its soft swells that they conquered with dull thuds smacking against the boat's bottom-she relaxed. No one had seen them leave shore. And what if they had? What was wrong with a boat ride on a sunny afternoon, even if their companions were ten years or more, younger than she was? After all, some of the teens at Misty Waters worked as guides. They often had to take out older women. There was nothing special about their case. Eileen felt like laughing at her own paranoia.
Her thoughts were kept busy by the teen's chatter. She could see that Randy was jealous of any attention given the other teens. He acted so much younger than Luke did. He was so much more spontaneous in his stories and comments. Eileen felt a surge of lust for his eagerness. But she could see the attraction of Luke and his friend Hank too. She could see that Luke had captivated Jean. It worried her. She remembered Jean's saying that the teen reminded her of her husband, Todd.
It was not until they had gone quite a distance that Eileen realized they had been heading straight for a small island. She looked around at the distant shores. She could see no more than one or two cabins. They were at the remote end of the lake, where vacationers seldom ventured. Chills ran up and down her spine, part fear, and part perverse excitement. Luke dropped an anchor.
"What's going on?"
Luke smiled, his steady gaze reassured the tiny brunette. "I thought you ladies might like to sit on the shore for a while and drink in the silence. I've got some beer in the hold."
Jean seemed totally undisturbed by their situation: alone in the wilderness with three young men. "Terrific. All this water is making me awfully thirsty."
"Okay. Hank, you help the ladies wade ashore. Randy, help me carry these blankets and the beer."
Eileen was impressed with the oldest teen's assured way of giving out orders. He reminded her of men she had wanted to love, but who had dominated her too much for her to be able to tolerate. She had always felt a perverse, impossible attraction for men as strong as she was, though lately she stuck pretty much to teens who waited for her capable hands to mold them into what she wanted.
They spread the blankets and passed around the beer. They sat, Randy in the middle, with the older teens flanking a woman on either side of Randy. Eileen realized she was surrounded. She was growing more and more nervous. Her lusty instincts were increasing in the dangerous situation. She grew animated, the way Jean was already. She knew she was in danger of losing her hold on herself and her strict rules of behavior. Before she had always had only one teen at a time, discreetly. Now there were three.
She tried not to think that way. After all, none of the teens had done anything to suggest they intended to seduce the women. She found herself almost wishing they would. The beer, and the little cigarette Hank was passing around, made her feel careless.
Then what she had been both dreading and looking forward to happened. Hank put his arm round her shoulder and started to ease her down onto the blanket. His mouth met hers and he started to kiss her hungrily. His tongue was hot and bold. From the moans that she recognized as Jean's, she knew that Luke was working on her girlfriend. Her drugged brain began to reel in confusion. Dare she let herself do this thing? Then she heard Randy's familiar voice. The teen sounded as if he were on the verge of hysteria. She realized his hand was grappling with the shoulder of the teen whose body was pinning her to the ground.
"Stop!" Randy cried. "You can't do this! What do you think you're doing?"
Eileen heard Luke's calm reply as her tongue shot up into Hank's mouth to tangle with his tongue. "What are you trying to do, Randy? Keep all the action for yourself? Just be happy we let you come along. If you're good, you'll get your chance."
"No! You can't treat them like this!"
"Do you notice them trying to fight us off? Your trouble is you don't like to share. Now, I think that's a downright selfish attitude."
Eileen heard nothing more from Randy. She was so engrossed in the hot tongue invading her mouth. Her head felt so strange. It was filled with erotic fantasies. She had never felt so sensual. Her whole being longed for the lovemaking that Luke's handsome friend was offering her.
She wondered for a moment flow Luke had known about Randy being their lover. Then she forgot to wonder about it. It was a thought that entered her mind and just as quickly left. It didn't really matter. Not right now, not with that pushy bulge grinding against her belly though their light clothes. It was that bulge that mattered!
"Oh, darling! I want that beautiful big cock of yours! Oooohh, it feels so good shoving against me! Hhnnhhh, Hank ... kiss me some more!"
Luke was making even more progress with the blonde-headed Jean. She was wearing a dress and he already had her skirt shoved up to her waist. His finger had slipped into her panties and it was massaging the slick nub of her clitoris. Far from fighting him, Jean was humping her pussy-mound upward, seeking caresses from his bold finger. The pretty housewife seemed to have no qualms about submitting to an orgy with three male teenagers on a deserted island. Her pussy was wet and red-hot. Her groans bubbled non-stop from between her passion-parted lips. Her eyes were shut tight, her face contorted with the agonized concentration of pleasure.
"Oh God-d ... it's so good! Do it to me like that!" Behind her closed eyes, Jean was seeing visions far different from the reality of what was going on around her. She was remembering how it had been when she first met her husband Todd, when he was little more than Luke's age. She remembered his feverish passion, and Luke's lusty attentions made those memories more vivid for her. Ever since she had first laid eyes on him, Luke had reminded her of Todd. At first, he had been an unhappy reminder. Now it was a gloriously thrilling one. It was like being seduced by Todd again for the first time. All the heartache, all the bitterness were swept away.
Though she had not asked, Jean knew the cigarette she had smoked with the teens was marijuana. She had never tried it before. She didn't know it could impart such happy carefree feelings. The blonde had never felt happier in her life. Or hornier. "Oh ... I want you so bad!" she cried shamelessly. Her half-naked loins writhed in lusty frustration in time to her moans. The sight was too much for Luke to resist.
He pulled her panties off the squirming woman and pulled his cock from the fly of his shorts.
There was no more time to lose. His cock was pulsing in frustration. As he lunged his cock-shaft deep into her hot clinging cunt, she raised her legs to welcome him. Her little feet slapped urgent encouragement against his ass. Luke began to screw her wet cunt for all he was worth.
At first Randy felt hopelessly unhappy. He had tried to fight for the women's honor, only to discover that they were more than eager to give it away. He watched listlessly as the private loves he had enjoyed with each of the women turned into a raucous free-for-all. In his disappointment, he plotted awful revenge. He thought about driving off and leaving them to either swim for it or wave down a passing boat. From this distance, swimming for it would not really be a viable alternative. They would be discovered!
But the longer he watched, the more aroused Randy grew. He became detached from the personal feelings he had had for the two women. Their love had never been a reality to him, anyway. It had always been a little dream-like. It was his cock and his ego that had been involved more than his heart. Watching their squirming, listening to their howling, his ego took a backseat to his cock. His cock started to get hard inside his shorts. "Holy cow!" he murmured. The eighteen-year-old had never sat in on a real-live orgy before. His privileged position slowly began to dawn on him. He began to plot ways to move from observer to participant.
Eileen and her new teen lover, Hank, had not been content with partial nudity. In the height of their passion-fever, they had ripped off their clothes. They clashed their sweating bodies hotly together, too eager for a hard screwing to bother about the thousand-and-one variations they might have started out with. Eileen could not believe how horny she felt. She had not realized exactly how much she missed a good hard cock. A few puffs of that potent weed had put her into intense contact with her body. Her hungry cunt was grabbing for hard cock even before Hank had it inside her.
"Come on, baby! Screw me!" she bellowed. She lay on her back and pulled back her legs. She was wide open to him.
The sight of her open hair-trimmed snatch made the teen's cock swell that last fraction to steel-hard desire. He fell upon her. His cock rummaged around in her slippery pussy-slit. At last it found the yielding place that invited him right on up inside. His cock drove deep into her cunt, never stopping until his few strands of crotch-hair mingled with her own thick crown. "Uuuuhhh Miss Kerr!"
Her wide starring eyes gazed up at the panting teen. "Your cock's so good in me, Hank! I'm so hungry for it, baby! Move that hard cock of yours! Make me cum, Hank darling!"
Her lusty words made the teen's cock quiver in her cunt. He took a strong hold of himself, willing himself to keep that turgid erection. He had a long way to go before he could spill his nagging load up in her greedy cunt. "Don't worry, Miss Kerr! I'm going to screw you good! I'm going to screw you until you take right off into outer space!"
His firm young ass-cheeks tautened and shoved as he impaled the schoolteacher over and over again on his cock. He watched her obscene grin as she relished every throb and stroke of his cock. She licked her lips lewdly, as though to clean up any stray drops of pleasure that might be hovering on her parched lips. "Mmmmmm ... you do it good, Hank! You're doing it to me good!"
Though the thought passed through her mind that she had stooped to greater depravity than ever before, Eileen only got prurient pleasure from the realization. She seemed unable to worry about anything. Her being was too engrossed in the relentless stimulus of young Hank's stiff cock.
She took a moment to look over at Jean lying only a couple of feet away. Jean too was on her back, her legs wrapped around Luke's loins, her face relaxed in an expression of lusty contentment. Then suddenly she saw the tendons in the other woman's neck stand out. Her face grew tense.
"Uuuuuhhh! I'm cumming!" Jean bellowed. She whinnied out her pleasure, but her hips never abandoned their churning motion up toward Luke's loins. Greed was written all over her face. It had been a good climax, but she was ready for more.
From the teeth-gritting concentration on Luke's face, Eileen could see that he was ready to give Jean all she wanted. The brunette felt a strong sense of attraction for the leader of the guys. Reminding herself that there were in fact two other teens, Eileen began to look around for Randy.
She found him sitting at the end of the blanket, between the feet of Luke and Hank. His face bore an expression she was not prepared for. His eyes sparkled with eager lust. His fist clung in earthy frustration to his groin.
He saw her looking at him and he grinned shyly. Despite his obvious excitement, it seemed that he still felt he ought to be showing more loyalty to the women.
"Come over here, Randy!"
The fair-haired youth could not believe at first that he had indeed heard what he had heard. Once he was sure of his invitation, he scrambled in between the rutting couples. He kneeled right next to Miss Kerr's head. He scarcely dared hope she would say what was on his mind. But she did!
"Take your cock out for me, Randy! Let me make it feel good!" At once his fly opened and his slender hard cock emerged. She took it in her hand and stroked it in quick inciting strokes. The teen groaned. An excited grin wreathed her face.
Hank could scarcely believe what was going on. When Luke had spotted the two older women on the lawn and suggested they invite them for a boat ride, Hank had thought he was crazy. When he had told him what they would do with the women, he had been sure he was nuts. But Hank was the kind of teen who would take a risk when he thought the stakes were worth it.
So he had put his arms around the beautiful Miss Kerr and started to kiss her. It had been like a wonderful wet dream when she responded. Now here he was with his hard cock gliding in and out of her cunt as its moist heat drove him farther and farther to the edge of distraction.
To top it all off, Miss Kerr was stroking the cock of the young man too. As he watched he saw her reach out to lick Randy's glans. The youngest among them moaned out his satisfaction. Hank admired the way he grabbed hold of Miss Kerr's hair and rammed his cock deep into her throat. Her burbling groans made Hank's cock lurch in her cunt. It was some turn-on to be screwing the pussy of an older woman who was sucking another guy's cock at the same time!
Luke too was intensely aware of the erotic scene that was taking place right next to him. It was thrilling enough to be screwing Mrs. Baker's pussy, but to get to watch her friend taking two cocks at a time while he did it was almost more than the youth could handle. Luke liked to be cool at all times, but he was getting out of his depth now. These older women were the most astonishing females he had ever come across. They were even more cooperative than he had hoped they would be. Coming out here today had been a wild scheme, one he didn't really expect to work ... despite what he had heard about Miss Kerr. The expedition had succeeded beyond his boldest dreams! It made him sad to think the teens back home would never believe him when he told them. He could hardly blame them. He wouldn't believe it himself if he couldn't feel it with his hard cock! "Goddamn!" he muttered, and he shoved his cock as deep as it would go up into Mrs. Baker's steaming twat. She cried out shrilly.
"Uuuuhhh! Ooohhh, darling! It's soo good-d-d!" Jean was still reveling in her erotic fantasies about herself and Todd as teenagers. But the moans of the young man laboring over her, the walls of the three orgiasts working next to her soon became more than she could ignore. She opened her eyes and looked up at the handsome teen screwing her cunt. It was not Todd, but the realization did not disappoint her. If anything, it pleased her. She had found a way to reconcile past and present. Todd was not the same devoted by any more, but that did not mean she could not get what she wanted elsewhere. There were other teens, other men, other women. Eileen had been right. The more lovers she had, the less important that first one that had gone wrong seemed to her.
She felt good. From the look on his face, Luke obviously felt good. "Your pussy's fantastic, Mrs. Baker! I love screwing you!" His lewd words sent a surge through her cunt.
She looked over toward Eileen and saw only the back of a teen. She realized it was Randy. For a moment she could not comprehend what was going on. Then she heard the incredible cries.
"Oh ... Miss Kerr ... you suck my cock so good!" That was Randy.
"Jee-zuz, Miss Kerr ... I'm going to have to cum pretty soon ... up in this sweet cunt of yours!" That had to be the other teen, Hank.
"Mmmmppphhh!" The sound of her girlfriend sucking sock.
Jean was intensely turned on by the realization of what the older woman was up to. Eileen had taken on two teens at once! She was insatiable! Jean's own greedy cunt surged in admiration. "Oh, Luke! Do it to me harder! I'm getting so high!"
All five of them were getting up there, coaxed by the awareness of what was taking place and by the urgent tugs in their bellies. They fed off one mother's energy, using it to take off one by one, into the outer reaches of abandon.
"Oooohhh, Luke! I'm cummmming-g-g!" Jean was doing it again, only this time it was an avalanche. She squirmed crazily, totally out of control, dependent on the teen to pump her through her crisis.
When he did with amazing energy. When she was on the land ward side of ecstasy, he let go the control that he had held onto for so long against such overwhelming odds. "Jeez, Mrs. Baker! Uuuuuhhh! Look out! I'm ... uh, God I'm cumming!"
Randy could not see what was going on behind him, but the sounds of orgasm gave the teen idea. "Ooooh, man! Suck it all, Miss Kerr! Suck my cum!"
Eileen did as she was told. The hot juices filling her throat combined with the stiff cock stroking her cunt to send her off into a mighty explosion. It was all she could do to keep sucking Randy's cock until he was dry, to lunge her cunt up onto Hank's cock. But she kept on moving, to take her teens with her, to give them the pleasure they so richly deserved. They had given her the most awesome experience of her life. She would give them back the same.
"That's too much, Miss Kerr! I don't believe the way you squeeze ... your ... cunt ... Oh God I'm cumming!"
The five of them sprawled on the disheveled blankets on the sand recuperating from their forbidden ecstasy. Hank was all for giving it another go, but the other two guys argued that they had to get to work. It was a more quiet threesome that made the trip back than the one that went out. They were all a little awed by what had happened. Their bodies were exhausted by their erotic labors.
Jean and Eileen were coming down from their drug-induced high. Their cunts still trembled with satisfaction, but they were stunned by what they had done. Eileen had always been so careful to keep things private between herself and one guy at a time. She had never imagined doing anything so totally careless. Yet she could not deny that the pleasure had perhaps even been worth the danger to her reputation.
She caught Luke looking at her, trying to read her thoughts. "Don't worry, Miss Kerr. The guys told me about you as soon as I got to Misty Waters. But they never tell any grown-ups. Your secrets safe with us."
Eileen was stunned. All along, she had thought she had been so cool. That nobody knew but her chosen guys ... and that they didn't even know about each other. But the grapevine was stronger than she had suspected. Still the guys had never gotten her into trouble. They had protected her, in their own way.
She smiled at Luke. She realized he was not so much a man that he had lost his sensitivity. He understood how it had to be with a woman who had tastes forbidden by society. So young and yet so wise!
She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the speed of the boat as it raced its way back to shore.
CHAPTER TEN
The women had dinner at Misty Waters. They felt very bold, being waited on so scrupulously by the guys with whom they had been cavorting that afternoon. They whispered to one another about what the other diners would think if they knew what had happened on the little island on the lake.
Eileen scarcely recognized herself, her new appreciation of the naughtiness of her sex life. She had been so busy observing the changed in Jean she hadn't realized that she too was changing. It was as if, as long as she was alone in her depravity, she did not dare be too open about it. But now that she had a partner in crime, or love, she had let out the stops. It was good not to have to be quite so secretive about the good things that happened to her. It was good to have someone to share them with.
She and Jean made wanton love that night, reminiscing about all that had happened to them that day. They exchanged brief intense memories of the young man who had watched them depart from the shore-the handsome youth that Randy had called Tim. Though they had enjoyed today, not one of them had that same touching vulnerability that was Tim's most enchanting feature.
"Do you think we're a couple of dirty old women?" Jean asked merrily over a glass of wine. "Here we are plotting and scheming over that poor young man."
"Randy was the same way a couple of months ago, you know?"
"Yes ... I suppose you're right. But he never seemed quite that way to me. You had him first."
"So I did," Eileen teased her. "But you benefited from what I taught him. He was much rawer material when I first had him."
"Mmmmmm ... I suppose so."
It was Eileen who lucked out. She was driving out for supplies one day when she came across young Tim, hitch-hiking, alone. Her cunt began to throb as soon as she realized how perfectly fate had played into her hands. She was going to have to have him, now. Not only was he a very attractive youth, Eileen could not resist the perverse thrill of telling Jean all about her conquest.
She realized it was slightly cruel of her. But it would satisfy her need to reassert her power over her girlfriend. Though she saw Jean as an equal, the younger woman was still her lover, Eileen's pride as a lover demanded that she be the more aggressive, the stronger partner. She didn't want to see Jean getting too independent. It was Jean's place, as far as Eileen was concerned, to follow where she led sexually.
Tim smiled shyly when he accepted the ride. He seemed nervous in her company. Eileen talked to him kindly, working to put him at ease.
"Today is my day off."
"You know, Tim, you surprise me. You look very young-now that's no criticism. Everyone should try it once." He laughed. "But you're really a very together guy. You've got a good head on your shoulders. And I should know. I'm a schoolteacher." He laughed again, but she could see he was pleased with the compliment. He was blushing a little. His flushed cheeks made her want to grab him.
"What I was thinking, Tim ... I was on the way to my favorite quiet spot." She was lying though her teeth, but it was indeed a very quiet place. She had never seen anyone else there. "Would you like to see a stream with great fishing?"
"Boy, would I! I'm crazy about fishing!"
"I thought you'd be the kind of guy who would appreciate this." A couple of miles ahead, she turned into a narrow rutted road that was half grown over with bushes. She guided her Jeep slowly and expertly deeper into the forest. Her cunt was throbbing with anticipation at the thought of what she intended to do when she got to that fishing stream. She stole a look at the teen. She wondered if the excitement on his face was inspired purely by the thought of fish. Or was he suspicious of what she might have in wind? Was his young cock pulsing at the thought of what this older woman might teach him?
Feeling incredibly depraved, intensely excited, she pulled the Jeep to a stop in the shelter of bushes on the edge of a clearing that bordered the stream.
He looked down toward her shirt-and-shorts-clad body. For the first time he realized that the older woman was wearing no brassiere. He could see half of the soft smooth mounds of her tits down the front of her blouse. He could see her hard little nipples poking against the material. He realized he had been looking a long time. She had caught him staring. Her hand gave his cock a fond squeeze. "Uuhh!"
"Don't be embarrassed about looking at me, Tim. It makes me feel good that you like to look at me. Why don't you touch me there? Touch my breasts. It would make me feel good." As she spoke, her fingers were deftly pulling his cock from his fly. She watched the teen's face grow tense. Her skillful fingers slipped easily up and down over his cock. "Mmmm ... your cock feels good. Touch my titties, Tim."
The teen was too stunned by the raw contact of her hand on his throbbing cock to do anything at first. But he stared distractedly at her cleavage, remembering her lurid invitation. He looked down at her hand clutching his cock. The sight gave the teen an incredible surge of excitement. It was real! This beautiful woman was holding onto his cock! She wanted him to touch her tits! Who was he to deny her anything ... anything she wanted?
Feeling drunk with power, he reached for her buttons and fumbled with them. At last her round generous tits were open to his gaze. He touched them as if he were reaching for the crown jewel. He was awes truck.
His cock throbbed with feverish aroused as she moaned in wanton contentment. Her fingers teased his cock-head, coaxing it to greater hardness. He fought back the urge to cum all over her hand.
"Oooohhh ... Timmmmm ... that feels so wonderful, darling! You know, ever since that time I saw you at the resort, I've been wanting to feel you touching me there! Play with my titties, Tim!"
He felt her lean closer into his grasp. Her ear sensuality was more astounding than anything the teen had ever read or been told about. The story of Miss Kerr and Mrs. Baker with Luke, Hank and Randy had been a taunting tale which he hadn't let himself believe. The reality of Miss Kerr urging him to fondle her tits was more exciting than a thousand stories about orgies on a deserted island.
This was really happening. This was his first experience with a woman ... any woman! And how lucky could he get! Here he was with the most beautiful woman in the lake community saying she had been longing for him to touch her.
His hands grew more and more zealous in their investigation of her tits. At her coaxing, he grabbed her nipples and rolled them between his fingers.
"Harder, darling, harder!"
Chills ran up and down his spine as he applied pressure that he was sure must have brought pain, but only succeeded in making her moan more luridly than ever. Her fingers grew more and more animated in their travels over his turgid cock. He knew he was leaking some juices. Her fingers had suddenly gotten kind of wet. They slid mote easily over his cock-shaft. The moist pressure was almost more than he could bear. But he did what his older brother had once advised him: breathe deep and think about swimming in the ocean in March. To his surprise the formula worked, though he couldn't think about the ocean for very long ... not with subjects so much more compelling to ponder.
"Mmmmmm ... Tim! Your cock feels so good to touch, darling! Your hands feel so nice on my titties!"
He looked at the dreamy expression on her face. There was no doubt in his mind of the sincerity of her arousal. Her nipples were rock-hard, the way he had been told a woman's nipples get when she is excited. Her lips were parted in the kind of sultry expression he had seen in girlie magazines. They made him want to kiss her. He wondered if he dared. His hands grabbed a meaty handful of tit and squeezed.
"Oh, Tim!" The shock of the pleasure made her open her eyes. She caught him staring at her mouth. She knew what was on his mind. "Kiss me, Tim," she murmured.
His lips puckered. He leaned forward slightly to kiss her softly on the lips.
She relished the innocence of his kiss for a moment. Then she proceeded to show him how it was between two people who really lusted after one another. Her tongue probed deep into his mouth. He hung back at first, surprised. Then his tongue came out timidly to meet hers. Her pussy throbbed at his shyness, his uncertain hunger.
Leading him step by step into the secrets of set had Eileen's cunt flaring hotly. She knew instinctively that the teen was new to all this, that he was a bona fide virgin. The thought made her desire for him boil just that much higher. She had to taste the tender young cock in her hand! She had to indulge herself in her wanton need. She vowed not to be too greedy. She would steal just that one cherry, and leave the other for her girlfriend. The thought of her own generosity made her hard clitoris ache.
"Tim darling, I'm going to suck your cock now. Don't be frightened, my handsome teen! I'm going to be so good for you ... and for me, too!"
She was looking intently at him, gauging his reaction. The blushing awe in his face was just the turn-on she had been expecting. Like so many teens before him, he was shocked at the incredible prospect of having her suck his cock. His eagerness was mingled with that touch of fear that she enjoyed so much.
"I ... I...." Tim could manage no more than that. He held onto the beautiful brunette's tit as she bent down toward his tingling cock. For a moment, he felt an overwhelming fear that he was going to shoot his wad right into her face. But he quickly imagined himself diving into the sea in the wintertime. The crisis was stayed for the time being.
He looked around at the quiet forest that stood silent witness to their lust. It was still so hard to believe that it was really happening to him. He had started out today expecting to hitchhike all day, to see some people, some of the neighboring lakes. If he had known he would end up sitting in the front seat of a beautiful woman's Jeep while she told him she was going to suck his cock, he might not even have had the guts to leave the resort!
Tim had not expected his initiation into manhood to be so abrupt!
It seemed an eternity passed as he turned his attention back to her dark head, as he felt her fingers fondling his cock-head. He wondered if she would ever get down to kissing his cock.
"Uuuuuuhhhh ... ooohh jeezz-z!" Her lips had closed hotly around his swollen cock-head. Tim could feel every nerve-ending in his body doing somersaults. It was crazy! It was insanely good! He knew only that he wanted more!
His hands reached for her dark hair and pushed her head down a little farther. A lusty smile twisted his mouth as he savored the joy of being able to make that amazing pleasure move. It was something else to push Miss Kerr's mouth all the way down to the base of his cock! "Aahh ... oooohhh ... mmpphh!"
The raw excitement of her nibbling mouth was almost more than the young man could take. He was forced to release his hold on her long hair. His fists braced himself against the car seat as he fought to hold onto his self-control. "Oh ... Miss Kerr! I don't know! It's so hard not to ... "
She looked up at him reassuringly. "If you feel like doing it, that's all right, Tim. I want to taste your sweet cum. You let go whenever you feel like it, darling!"
Her obscene encouragement made his cock even harder. Then her mouth returned to his cock-tip and he was fighting the tremors of his building lust once again. It was a pleasurable struggle. He felt her tongue stab the slit in his glans, and he groaned.
Her lips closed tightly over the ridge between the head and shaft of his cock. They hovered there, assaulting his tender regions with the most amazingly supple motions. He couldn't get it out of his mind-the thought of what she had said. She wanted to swallow his cum. She was really going to do it to him!
Her head began to bob up and down over his hard cock. One, two, three times were all the young man could take.
Then he was shooting his hot load deep up into her throat. He watched with fascination as her head remained hovering there over his groin. He felt her lips tugging on his cock, pulling all the juices right out of him. He felt weak as a kitten and proud as a lion. Tim had just had his cock sucked by a beautiful woman. And she had swallowed a mouthful of his jism! At the moment, the young man felt like he could handle anything. He felt like a man!
"Cripes, Miss Kerr ... that really was something else!"
Slowly her face emerged from her cascade of dark hair. She smiled up at him, still licking her lips lewdly.
"It sure was, Tim. Your cum tasted wonderful!"
He had no idea what to expect next. He was a little disappointed when she helped him tuck his soft cock back into his fly.
"What say we head into town? Lunch is on me."
He couldn't refuse that. Suddenly he had a huge appetite, just as if he had been chopping wood all morning. Miss Kerr had really taken a lot out of him.
But then, she had given him a lot, too. He knew he would never forget her. The young man had almost determined that that would be the only incident between them. She was treating him so politely, keeping a distance between them in the restaurant. He could scarcely believe his good fortune when she asked him to come to lunch at her cottage the next day.
"I'll be there," he told her boldly. Tim was beginning to know his own mind.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Just as Eileen had expected, Jean was not pleased with the news that the older woman had seduced Tim.
Eileen grinned. "Are you really trying to tell me that you wouldn't have done the same thing if you had been in my place ... alone, with that sweet trusting, handsome young man?"
"All right. Enough. I give up. I guess I'm just jealous."
Eileen was ready to spring her surprise. She put her arms around the taller woman and held her close. She nuzzled her face in Jean's soft hair. "I would be too, if you had gotten to him first. But I saved him for you, Jean. I mean ... I only sucked his cock ... He's never really done it. That's all yours. And he's coming by tomorrow at noon."
Jean's look of doubt faded into a lusty grin. She was already planning her seduction. "Are you sure it's all right, Eileen?" She wasn't really interested in an answer to her question. That blonde young man would be hers tomorrow. Her cunt throbbed at the prospect. She felt rather wicked, but he wickedness only fed her lust.
"There is a price," Eileen admonished her friend. She was thrilled by the younger woman's response to her surprise.
"What's that?"
"I'm going to be here, somewhere, watching you. I like watching you do your thing, Jean. I got a taste for it that very first time, when you had your finger shoved up your ass."
Jean blushed. Her cunt pulsed at the thought of the lurid trap they were setting for that young man.
When Tim arrived, Jean answered the door. "Hi ... I'm Jean Baker. Remember me? We met that day down by the lake." She was trying to put him at his ease. He looked very nervous. "Eileen had to go out for a while. She asked me to entertain you until she got back."
She was not sure if it was her imagination or not, but the young man seemed to wince. She smiled as she thought about the implications of the remark. "Do you want to eat first ... or should we wait for Eileen?"
"I can wait. I just had breakfast a couple of hours ago."
Jean caught him watching her anxiously as she rummaged around the kitchen. She was expert enough now at the reactions of young men to know that he found her attractive. She could not understand why he seemed so nervous about Eileen's absence. Perhaps, she mused, he was worried about the prospect of having to handle two of them. "How about some lemonade?"
"Sure."
They sat in silence on the couch for a while, smiling nervously at one another. Jean thought of several topics for polite conversation, but none of them interested her. Her pussy had been hot ever since Eileen had told her about his visit. She wanted to get down to details. She decided at last that the direct approach would be the best. She reached for the crotch of his trousers and squeezed his soft cock. Her hand detected the first stirrings of life.
"Mmmm ... Tim!" His big wide eyes were staring at her in wonder. She felt compassion for the young man. Like Randy before him, he was getting an awesome total immersion course in sex with older women. "You're the handsomest young man. You feel so good!"
The blond youth felt numb with excitement. He had come over expecting things to happen ... expecting maybe to screw a woman for the first time. But he had expected that woman to be Miss Kerr. He had not anticipated finding himself alone with the good-looking blonde lady, Mrs. Baker. There was no doubt in his mind now that the stories about the orgy on the island were true. Miss Kerr and her friend were incredible. They were the boldest women he had ever heard about. They were almost too much to believe!
First the brunette had sucked his cock out in the middle of the woods. Now the blonde was fondling his cock right in the brunette's living room, while her friend was out on an errand. Things were going awfully fast for a guy who until now had only dreamed about women.
While Tim was trying to get a hold on himself, Mrs. Baker reached into his fly and pulled out his swelling cock. Her fingertips caressed the smooth head of his cock with amazing dexterity. The teen looked into the face of the woman who was seducing him as recklessly as her friend had done the day before. Her mouth was open in an attitude of hungry lust. Her eyes were dazed with the excitement of what she was doing. She looked at Tim and grinned a funny little lopsided grin. "Oh Tim, you sure turn me on! I've got to taste it! Can I?"
It was almost like a rerun of the day before, only this time with a good-looking blonde instead of a good-looking brunette. Tim's ego swelled along with his thrilled cock. He had never considered himself particularly attractive to women. The two older beauties were teaching him that he had qualities he had not even guessed at. He still didn't know exactly what they were other than a growing cock they loved to touch.
"Sure, Mrs. Baker. Go ahead. Suck my cock." As her head bent toward his groin, he grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her onto his aching cock. The rush of power that seized him made him grunt in pleasure. When the woman was so eager, why not push her a little farther than she was ready to go? Tim felt himself yield to the throes of an overwhelming lust.
The feel of the teen's hands guiding her mouth onto his cock-head made Jean's cunt wet inside her panties. He was such a beautiful young man! Lust was making him so eager, so rough! She began to bob her head up and down over his tender young cock, relishing the smooth feel of it surging all the way into the back ... of her throat. "Mmmmmmmm."
Having, his cock sucked for the second time was not quite as overwhelming as it had been the first time. Now Tim was able to exert a little more control. He had the presence of mind to decide what he wanted out of the experience, and to get it.
His buttocks lurched rhythmically up off the couch, sending his cock gliding smoothly up into her eager mouth. He was enjoying doing it just a little bit harder and faster each time. The pleasure to his sensitive cock was intense. The sound of her gurgling efforts to accommodate his pulsing presence made his balls heavy with desire.
"Oh, Mrs. Baker! You've got a terrific mouth! Oh suck my cock, Mrs. Baker! Suck it!" He got a thrill out of hurling at her the words that had not come to him yesterday when Miss Kerr was sucking his cock. Part of the thrill of the experience was the trembling in his belly as he heard himself uttering the lewd encouragements. More thrilling still was watching the blonde woman responding to them. Her ass wriggled wantonly behind her as she sucked. Her head adopted his more energetic tempo. She was incredible. Her energy never failed her for a moment.
As she devoted herself to her obscene task, Jean wondered if Eileen had arrived in the house yet, whether she was watching her suck Tim's cock. The thought made her cunt blaze. She enjoyed the titillation of putting on a show for her voyeur girlfriend.
The longer her lips trembled over the teen's cock, and the more eagerly her tongue stabbed his hard cock, the more frustrated her cunt got. She was hungry for the filling young cock that Eileen had told her would be hers. She was ready to claim her prize.
Inexperienced as he was, the teen could recognize the raw need in the eyes of the woman as she looked up at him. He heard her murmuring. "I'm so hungry for you, Tim! Let's take our clothes off." As if in a dream, he began to do as he had been told.
His eyes were riveted to her as she removed her clothing. He drank in the spectacle of her round lush tits with their big pink nipples. Her waist seemed incredibly tiny in contrast to her tits and her womanly hips. The triangle of her pussy-hair was a mat of tiny tight curls. He wanted to reach out and touch it. To see what it felt like. His hand lifted automatically. She began to walk toward it.
"Touch me, Tim. It's all right. You can touch me wherever you want." Jean's gaze focused on the up thrusting shaft of the teen's hard cock. It swayed slightly as he reached to stroke hex cunt-vee. She gasped as she felt his timid touch on her sensitized pubic mound. She pressed it harder into his hand, forcing him to accept a handful of cunt. The eager excitement in his eyes pleased her. It was obvious that Tim was beside himself with joy. Her singe goal became making that joy complete. She wanted to screw his fine young cock.
"Can I sit down on it, Tim?"
He watched in a crazy daze as the blonde pussy opened. Her legs spread apart on either side of his knees. She squatted over him. Her blonde cunt-curls fell closer and closer to the tip of his cock.
"Oh my God!" he breathed in one awed gasp.
Then her cunt was upon him. His cock-tip was pressing against a cushion of wet soft flesh that got hotter and wetter the deeper it probed. She was sitting down on his cock! Her cunt-walls clung greedily to his stiff cock! He was fucking a woman for the first time! It was happening!
"Uuuuuhhhh! Ooohhh, Mrs. Baker!" The look of pleasurable agony on the teen's face as she flexed her cunt-muscles around his embedded cock filled Jean with an intense flush of passion. She began to raise and lower her pussy in taunting little circles, massaging his cock with her hot cunt. The louder he groaned, the more wantonly she worked. The muscles of her thighs stood out as she maneuvered her cunt skillfully over the cock of the stunned teen.
It was the thought that this was a teen who had never screwed before, who was experiencing pussy for the first time, that most excited Jean. She felt so wicked, so abandoned, so powerful. The hotter she got, the more heedlessly she worked. She braced her arms against Tim's shoulders and, supporting herself on her knees, she devoted every ounce of strength she possessed to making the teen's first fuck the most memorable experience of his young life.
She had to admit to herself that she was in a kind of silent competition with her girlfriend. If Eileen was watching her now, she wanted the brunette to be suitably impressed with her skills, and with Tim's aroused responses. And she wanted the teen to be glad that it was she who had been home today at noon and not Eileen.
"Does it feel good, Tim darling? Is it good?" she demanded breathlessly.
It was clear from the expression on his face that he was overwhelmed with the pleasure of the treatment she was dealing him. But she wanted to hear it from his lips. She wanted him to tell her how good she was. Jean was a sensual woman with a big ego. She had lost much of her self-confidence round her husband Todd because he seldom paid her the compliments she needed. She had grown in maturity enough now to ask for what she needed. No longer would Jean Baker be a silent sufferer, waiting for a man's attention. When she didn't receive what she wanted, she would reach out and take it.
When she had first arrived at Eileen's, she had doubted herself. She had doubted that she had the courage to take what she needed out of life. Now she knew different. The knowledge made her feel very strong, very confident and very sexy.
"Mrs. Baker ... I've never felt so good in my whole life! Not ever!"
That was the stuff she wanted to hear. For that kind of compliment she would work her butt off ... which is precisely what she proceeded to do.
Her buttocks worked in taunting little circles, sending her cunt surging down onto the teen's rigid cock-shaft time after time. She was slaving for the pleasure of a eighteen-year-old teen who might well take all his basic feelings about sex from the experience he was having with the two older women.
Jean felt her responsibility, and she enjoyed it. It gave her a sense of power to know that here was something she could offer to a young man. It would affect the rest of his life. She was teaching him how to be a lover. She was teaching him the kind of sensuality that would make him a lover, women longed for.
Tim was learning his lessons well. At first he had been so overwhelmed by the sheer reality of getting his first fuck that he hadn't been able to do much but just sit back and take it. But the longer the woman writhed over him, the more lusty the contagion of her arousal grew, the more Tim felt a desire to participate in their coupling. He started to thrust his cock up into her pussy, meeting her halfway on each of her down strokes. As their groins slapped together, the woman's eyes opened wide in pleased surprise. The shock seemed to do something extra for her. He kept it up. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for his in thrusts. He was enjoying giving even more than just receiving. He remembered some pictures he had seen once in a magazine. Though he did not know how much longer he could hold out, he wanted to try it. He wanted to try being boss with this beautiful older woman.
When he exerted his strength, the teen was astoundingly strong. He held Mrs. Baker motionless. "I want you to kneel down on the rug there, Mrs. Baker. I want to do it to you from behind."
Trembling at the teen's sense of adventure, Jean kneeled naked on the floor. She realized that already the thrill of screwing a virgin teen was past.
That was okay with Jean. She didn't like being top dog all the time, anyway.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Eileen's pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the minute. She had crept into the kitchen soon after Jean started sucking young Tim's cock. She had watched avidly from her hiding place as the blonde took the teen from cock-sucking to fucking. Her cunt had throbbed jealously, both because she was, as usual, horny and because she knew the extra-special thrill of screwing a teen who had never done it before.
She clutched her pussy though her skirt as she watched her blonde girlfriend kneel on the floor in front of the teenaged young man. It amused Eileen that Tim was learning so fast. It was often the way with guys. Once they got a feeling for something, they could no longer be content with taking it as it was dealt out to them. They had to move it, to mold it, to experiment until they found their own particular ways of doing it.
Listening to her girlfriend's moans made Eileen think of how it must feel to be kneeling in expectation of such a tender young cock. The brunette could feel the juices gushing from her pussy. She watched spellbound as the naked teen guided his cock into the slit, between Jean's ass-cheeks. He seemed to rummage around for a while, looking for that soft yielding place. There was no doubt about the moment when he found it. Jean's cries proclaimed that moment loud and clear.
"Aaaiiiieeeee!" Knowing Jean's pussy as well as she did, Eileen could imagine the soft pink cunt-walls spreading wide to admit the slender cock-invasion. She could imagine how hard Jean's little clitoris must be. Her hand clutching her own pussy trembled as she remembered the resilient feel of Jean's clitoris when she stroked it to pulsing ecstasy ... as she remembered the sleek contours of that young cock she had sucked yesterday.
"Uuuhhh ... gee, Mrs. Baker! It sure is nice and hot in there! I sure do love fucking you, Mrs. Baker!" His enthusiasm shattered the last of Eileen's self-control. Kneeling in her hiding place just inside the kitchen door, she raised her skirt and reached for her moist cunt-mound. In preparation for the voyeur's delight she had planned for herself today, she had worn a skirt and no panties. It was so easy that way to remain dressed, yet to have a free hand in the hot tight slit of her craving cunt.
Reaching up under her shorts, she found her clitoris. The nubbin was already swollen to stiff proportions. It was extremely sensitive to her touch. As her fingertip swirled round and round the tip, she kept gasping for breath. It was a struggle not to groan out her ecstasy. But, part of the thrill of what she was doing was to keep the passion pent up inside. Eileen knew from experience what a lurid orgasm she would eventually wrest from the accumulation of pleasure.
In the meantime, it was enough of a prurient thrill to listen to Jean mewling and moaning for both of them. Eileen's tongue ran nervously over her lips as her fingers teased her clitoris as she watched young Tim's stiff cock disappear up into the blonde's cunt, only to reappear with a slick coating of juices.
The teen's energy astounded Eileen. For a virgin, he was making an amazingly good showing. From what she knew about guys, Eileen could imagine that Tim must have spent a lot of lonely hours stroking his own cock to desensitize it a little for just such a moment as this. He was doing himself proud. Eileen was proud of herself for finding such a delight for young Jean. A few more experiences like this one, and Jean wouldn't even be able to remember the name of that insensitive husband of hers! Which would please Eileen mightily.
Todd was the only shadow over the happiness she and Jean shared. It pleased her that the shadow had grown so dim it was almost non-existent.
Eileen was just about to stuff a finger deep into her cunt when she felt a hand clutch her cunt and another clasp over her mouth. She heard a voice whisper soothingly. It all happened so quickly she didn't even have time to panic. And then she knew that the presence behind her was young Luke, the waited to had fucked Jean so soundly on the island ... the guy whose thick cock had so impressed Eileen.
"Just came over for a visit," he whispered. "Looks like I arrived just in time." He allowed her to look around at his smiling face. It didn't take her long to discover his hard cock, which swayed awesomely from his fly. He had it out and ready to go! "Ready when you are!" he teased her.
Eileen thought about it for a moment, then realized that she was in no position to turn down a thick filling cock. Her cunt was crying out for attention. She had already been compromised by having Luke find her in such a vulnerable position-kneeling with her skirt pulled up over her ass, with her finger diddling her clitoris. He knew now she was a voyeur, a pervert. Her pride demanded that he learn something about her better side. And what better way for him to do that than to stuff that hard cock of his deep up into her wet pussy!
"Okay!" she whispered back gruffly. "Stick it in me!" While she watched the unsuspecting teen in the next room slamming his cock into her girlfriend's cunt, she knelt in wait for Luke's cock. He didn't make her wait long. She had no idea how long he had been watching her watching them, but his cock was hard as steel and ready for action.
His cock-tip teased the soft fleshy opening to her pussy for a few moments. Then suddenly his cock drove deep up into her spasming cunt. Eileen's eyes grew wide, forgetting even to focus on the lurid scene in the other room. Her jaw dropped.
One thing she had to admit: with Luke's cock inside her greedy pussy, she knew she was getting a cuntful! His cock forced her cunt-walls wide open. It strained at her nerve-endings. It filled her to brimming with harsh greedy passion. She wanted him. She wanted everything he could give her.
With fierce abandon, she began to slam her ass back at the teen's loins, forcing him to establish a hard rhythm up into her cunt. "That's some pussy you've got, Miss Kerr! Never felt anything like it before! Jee-zuz, it's good!"
His whispers were getting louder. Eileen wondered if the couple in the next room could hear. It didn't really matter, although she worried for just an instant that the discovery that he was being watched might scare Tim off. The teen gave no sign that he heard anything but Jean's encouraging wails. His ass-cheeks clenched rhythmically, sending his cock deep up into her demanding pussy again, again ... and still again.
Luke's praise of her erotic charms thrilled Eileen.
Luke's praise meant a great deal to her. He wasn't an inexperienced youth wowed by the face that she was a woman with a pussy. He was a young man who had been around some, who knew what he liked. And he liked her.
The brunette was feeling somewhat dominated by Luke. He had come in full of confidence. He had told her what be wanted and he had gotten it. His manly ways made her nervous. But the manly stroking of his cock lulled her into acceptance of the situation. For now, she was content to reap the harvest of his passion-dealing cock.
She thought maybe it was time to change her ways. "God, it's good, Luke! Screw me harder! My pussy was so ready for this!"
"Christ, look at them, Miss Kerr! That Tim sure knows how to wield a mean cock. And I thought the guy was still wet behind the ears!"
"Shows you have a thing or two to learn about guys!" Though he couldn't see it, she was ginning. He was still calling her "Miss Kerr". It was a perverse turn-on, considering the lusty way he had broken in on her. The teen had a feeling for how things ought to be done. She liked that.
The voices in the next room were getting clearer. At first Tim had thought he was hearing things. He knew now that he and the blonde were no longer alone in the cottage. He thought about stopping, but his hard cock didn't go for the idea. He kept right on fucking the older woman whose ass was squirming just as wantonly as ever. "Hey, Mrs. Kerr ... do you hear anything?"
"Just voices. It doesn't matter, darling. We have a rigid to be doing what we're doing. For God's sake, don't stop now, Tim! You're getting me up there! I want you to make me cum, Tim!"
Knowing how much she needed him forced the teen to rally his concentration in the interests of the beautiful woman whose hot cunt was clinging to his cock. Each time he pulled put of her, her pussy-muscles seemed to reach out for his cock-head, trying to suck him back in to feed her hunger. The nibbling sensation on the tip of his cock drew him inward with feverish gusto. It was hard to be out of a haven so warm, so wet, so clinging. The teen was losing all awareness of anything but what was happening to his cock.
"Oh, Tim! It's good like that! You're screwing me so nice, darling!"
"Uuuuuhhh ... Mrs. Baker! I don't know ... I can't do this much longer!" Forgotten were the voices he had heard a while before. All he could think about was the hammering urge to let go that teased his cock-head, swelled his cock, threatened to take him over the brink.
With a burst of relief, the teen let his juices spill into Mrs. Baker's greedy pussy. She had done it just in time. He had wanted to cum with her, just like this.
Watching the orgasmic squirming in the next room, listening to the cries of ecstasy, turned the coupling between Luke and Eileen into an abandoned grope for glow. His cock drove deep into her cunt. She wailed wantonly, not caring who heard her. Again and again, her ass slammed back at Luke's belly. She wanted him to cum with her. She wanted to know the thrill of taking his hot juices into her cunt just as she convulsed in orgasm. But then there came the moment when she couldn't wait any longer.
"Aaaaiiieee! Oh God, I'm cummmming-g-g!"
The young waiter felt his balls glow red hot as her cunt-muscles squeezed his cock. His juices were boiling over! He was giving her a heavy pussy load of cum! "Jeez, Miss Kerr! Here it comes!"
"Oh good, Luke! It's sooooo fucking good in my cunt!"
Tim was close enough to rationality that he could no longer ignore the noises coming from somewhere. He strode naked into the kitchen and watched the top waiter, Luke, and Miss Kerr writhing out the last throes of passion. His cock lurched at the obscene sight. "Holy cow!" he muttered and went back into the living room. He sat on the couch and looked at the exhausted woman on the floor who was slowly struggling to her knees.
"Tim, you were wonderful!"
"What were they doing in the other room? Were they watching us?"
"They?"
"Luke and Miss Kerr!"
The teen seemed upset. Jean crawled forward on her knees and put her anus around him. "Who knows what they were doing out there, Luke? And what does it matter anyway? Hasn't it been special between us? No one has ever excited me the way you just did."
That single declaration seemed to wipe away all the teen's reservations. "Really?"
"Cross my heart." And she did. Though she did not tell the teen he had been her first virgin.
"Can we do it again later? I mean, when I get my strength back?" he grinned shyly. "Oh yes, Tim! Again and again!"
It was at this point that Eileen stuck her head in through the kitchen door. "Hey, anybody in here hungry?"
"Boy, am I!" Tim exploded, without thinking.
The two women started to giggle. "Aren't guys amazing, Jean? They're always ready to eat. What is it, do you suppose, that makes them so hungry?"
The women laughed uproariously. Tim was not sure what was so funny. He shrugged his shoulders and went into the bathroom, to wash off. Women were hard to figure, but he sure liked being around them. Now that he had developed a taste for their company, he couldn't imagine ever going without them again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jean had been sitting at the desk in the comer for some time. She seemed to be writing a letter, tough every time Eileen looked up from her book her friend was chewing on the end of her pen.
"Writing a letter?" Curiosity had gotten the better of her.
"Yeah. I'm writing Todd." Immediately Eileen's warning lights went on. She had begun to believe Jean had quit thinking about her husband entirely. The petite brunette swung her legs down off the couch and stood up. She walked casually over to the desk.
"You missing him?" she asked anxiously.
"Oh, no!" Eileen was relieved to see her friend looking so cheerful. It seemed it was Eileen who did the most worrying about Jean and Todd these days. "I just wanted him to know I was all right. Here, you can read the note if you want. I've had a heck of a time trying to figure out what, to say. Nothing that's been happening to me is anything I can tell anyone about. Anyone but you, that is."
Eileen read the note. "Dear Todd, having a fine quiet time. A time to think. Not even interested in men, it seems. I think it will be best if I stay here all summer."
Jean looked up at her friend anxiously. "Is it very awful of me to tell him a white lie like that?"
"You mean about the 'men'?"
"Heck no! Did he tell you about pink panties?"
"No. That's why I think ... if we do get back together ... I won't have to feel so bitter about him. I'll know I've had my free fun too."
"Sure. That makes sense. Do you think you'll go back to him then?"
"Probably not. But who knows? By the end of the summer, I may be tired of enjoying myself so much."
Eileen laughed. "Maybe you can be like me. Doctor Jekyll in the winter, Mr. Hyde in the summertime."
"Maybe I can. I'm beginning to think everyone should have a secret life, Eileen. It makes life kind of fun, you know?"
"You know something, Jean? I think I've been good for you. You're a hell of a lot more interesting person now than you were when you arrived here. Then, you were loveable. Now, you're downright intriguing. Do you think your husband would even be able to keep up with the new you?"
"Maybe not. But now that I've sprouted my own wings, it might be fun to find out."
Eileen put her arms around her girlfriend's shoulders. "Well, if I'm going to lose you, I want to start making up for future lost time. Let's go to bed."
Jean felt the familiar hot longing in her cunt. "Sure. Let's. I can finish my letter later. From now on, I'm not going to let anything be more important than the present."
"That's my girl!"
Arm in arm, the women who had been friends for so long retired to the bed where their friendship had scaled the limits.
