Janet McCoy

The coach_s hot wife

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh Steve darling! Your cock's so hard! It feels so good in my mouth! Mmmmm…"

They made a striking contrast. The boy, no more than eighteen, was well tanned and his thick hair was black as jet. The woman was in her mid-twenties. Her skin was the palest of unblemished alabaster. It was so fine and smooth; it was the kind of skin one can't help wanting to touch, just to see if it is real. Her hair was long and thick, a startling shade of red-auburn. It flowed over her back and the boy's thighs and belly as she labored over his erect cock. Her pink lips slipped up and down along his cock-shaft. They left behind them a coating of saliva that shone in the light that filtered in through the boy's bedroom window.

There was no doubt it was a boy's bedroom. A display of hunting knives hung on one wall. Pictures of major league football stars covered most of the rest of the walls, from waist level up. On the floor was a pile of clothing. On the very top of the pile was a pair of lacy pink panties.

The ass of the red-headed lady, like the rest of her, was bare.

"God, Miss Pope… that feels great!" His eyes were shut tight as he rocked his head from side to side on the pillow. His lips were drawn back tightly over his teeth. The resulting expression was an intriguing struggle between joy and agony. "Oh yeah… do it like that…"

She had speeded up her bobbing pace over the boy's cock. He began to thrust his hips up off his bed to meet the downslide of her puckered lips. His response seemed only to egg the woman on to greater efforts. Her ass ground wantonly in the air behind her as she struggled to serve well the blood-engorged cock in her mouth.

Little bleats and moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she moved her head up and down, up and down over the fleshy cock-shaft. She was tireless, pausing from time to time only long enough to stab her tongue into the slit in the tip of the boy's cock. When she managed to find a savory sample of his cum-juice, her moans grew more wanton than ever. "Oh Steve… Your cum tastes so good, darling! I love to lick up your hot cum!"

Excited by her abandoned words, she dropped her head once again over his cock. She took all of it deep into her mouth, pausing only when his cock-tip was pressing against the back of her throat!

The boy had opened his eyes. He watched fascinated as the older woman did rousing lip-homage to his tingling cock. Though he had felt her mouth on his cock many times before, he never failed to be intensely impressed by the zeal and the talent of the woman who was his father's private secretary.

Once again the boy gave silent thanks for the good fortune that often called his father out-of-town on business. It thrilled Steve to think how shocked his father would be if he had any idea what good care Miss Pope took of his only son. Steve often wondered that his father took Miss Pope so much for granted. She had been working with him at his home office and downtown for over five years. Steve was convinced that his father had even forgotten what a beautiful woman the redhead was. Whenever Steve saw them together, his dad was barking out orders and Miss Pope had her head bent over her steno pad.

Even as an eleven year old, Steve had had a crush on Miss Pope. On her big round tits. Her ripe ass. Her beautiful face. He had never dreamed then that one day his most forbidden longings would be wanton reality.

He watched her pink lips form their lusty oval around his pulsing cock. His eyes searched out her breasts and watched them swaying beneath her as she moved. The large firm orbs were the same smooth white as the rest of her, except for her nipples. They were a very pale pink. They were excited now, and they stood out hard and proud from her bobbing spheres. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but they were just a little bit out of his reach. In his erotic abandon, Steve could not find the energy to move even that far. She was sucking his cock just right. He did not want to break her rhythm by moving.

His hips were the only part of him that he found the strength to move. He used them to shove his cock deep into Miss Pope's throat. He used them to drive a groan of unnerving passion from deep inside her.

Gwen Pope was as much aroused by the thought of what she was doing as by the actual sensations involved. It thrilled her to take the cock of the handsome young teenager and to suck it until he was a quivering mass of excitement. It had been three years since she had first seduced Steve. She and the boy had been carrying on their illicit affair right under the boy's father's roof. It pleased Gwen to think she was getting back at Rex Manners, Steve's father, by being lover to his son. She and Rex had been lovers in the early days of her employment. They still were, from time to time. It hurt her pride that he so often ignored her as a woman, turning instead to the part of her that was his efficient, tireless secretary. The boy gave her all the tenderness and gratitude that she longed to have from his father.

Steve's cock was long and slender in her mouth, and hard as a rock. She swirled her tongue around its bloated tip, then slipped the tight oval of her lips down until his crotch-hair made a bushy mustache on her upper lip. It made her pussy flare with moist excitement to hear his trembling moans of satisfaction. To taunt herself, she repeated the technique again and again, until the warm juices from her cunt were trickling down along the insides of her thighs. She ground her thighs together lustily as she labored.

The longer he watched her work, the more excited the boy felt. It was enough stimulus just to watch her wriggling whorishly over his cock, as though there were nothing in the world she would rather be doing. It was almost overwhelming to be able to feel her too. To feel her up close around his cock-tip as though they were making him prisoner to her greedy lust. To feel the darts of pleasure shoot through his entire naked body as her willing mouth sucked up his cock to the very end.

"Uuuhh!" He found the erotic energy at last to reach for her pink nipple. He pinched it cruelly, but she only whined with pleasure and moved her tits closer into his reach. His hand flew from one to the other, relishing the way the hard nipples grazed his palm as they circled over him.

"You sure are excited, aren't you, Miss Pope! I bet your pussy's excited too!" He could imagine how hot and wet her eager twat must be. The thought made him want to screw. He felt a sudden irresistible urge to take control of her building sexuality… to thrust his cock deep into her moist cunt until she was mewling in ecstatic forgetfulness.

The boy wasted no time in converting his thought to deed. He pulled his cock roughly from her mouth as he sat up. She accepted meekly his decision to change the tempo of their lovemaking. She let him maneuver her around so her firm flaring ass became a bare target for his hard cock. He could feel her trembling with anticipation as he parted her ass-cheeks to make way for his rock-hard cock.

His cock-tip found the fleshy yielding opening to her cunt. At that moment, restraint totally abandoned Steve. He knew only that he had to feel his cock buried in hot wet pussy.

He thrust forward. "Uuuh…" Every time it happened, he could not believe how tight her cunt felt. The first wave of pleasure almost robbed him of his self-control. But he gritted his teeth and he hung on. Then he began to screw her.

Gwen always got particularly aroused when the boy indicated his sexual preference as masterfully as he just had. It pleased her to think she had brought him from shy and awkward to a confident skilled lover. She realized there were probably plenty of young girls around who ought to be grateful to Gwen for what she had taught him. But Gwen did not want to hear about them. When she and the boy were together, she liked to pretend there was no one in the whole world but just the two of them.

She felt weak with excitement as his stiff cock forced her cunt-walls wide. She loved to be screwed from behind when she was kneeling before her lover like a bitch in heat. Steve knew about her preference, and he often obliged her by doing it her way. He was considerate, she thought. A considerate boy with a filling cock that was driving her to abandoned distraction. She let all thoughts flee from her mind as she squirmed her ass eagerly back to meet stroke after lusty stroke of young Steve's hard cock.

"Ohhhhhhh… Stevie-e-e… aaaaahhhhhh!"

The boy grinned. She never called him Stevie until she was well on the way to climax. Her wet pussy, as it clung to his hard-stroking cock, told him how excited she was. The thought and feel of her excitement inspired his. He drove his cock deep into her pussy. He pulled back quickly and shoved it into her again. The power and the passion were getting the best of Steve. All he could think about was how he wanted to do it to her over and aver and over again. The clutching dampness of her twat had become the center of Steve's youthful universe. "Oh Miss Pope! Your cunt's so hot on my cock! Jeez, it's good… jeez-z-z!"

Despite their long history of intimacy, it had never occurred to Steve to call his father's secretary by her given name. When she was working, she was so efficient, so downright awe-inspiring that he often found himself wondering if their affair was not just a jack-off fantasy he had invented for himself. When she was pinioned on the end of his stiff cock, she was a totally different person – wild, wanton, greedy for filling cock – but still he never lost the respect for her that made him still call her Miss Pope, even when he had his cock jammed to the hilt in her cunt.

Even when they were writhing in passion, Steve never forgot that she was more than ten years older than he was. And that, when it came to a struggle of wills outside the sexual arena, Miss Pope's word reigned supreme in the household.

Now, though, it was Steve's turgid cock that reigned supreme. He clenched his muscular buttocks and thrust his cock fiercely up into the older woman's pussy. His cock in her cunt was making a wet, sluicing noise that was the final indicator of how close Miss Pope was getting to the summit. Steve loved to hear her cries of orgasm, and he worked like a madman to make her climactic cries ring again in his ears.

Her cunt muscles clenched spasmodically around his cock and Steve realized that he too was getting close to the point of no return. Her pussy was tugging on him, demanding so much of his tireless cock that he knew it would not be content until it had robbed him of his life-giving juices. The thought of giving her a squishy cuntful of cum made him work all the harder.

"Steve… oh screw me harder, Stevie-e-e! Your cock's so good to my pussy, baby!" Her every nerve-ending afire, Gwen knew it would not be long before the delicious pressure building up in her belly would be released in a glorious wave of ecstasy. She worked for the achievement of that ultimate pleasure-filled moment. Even the boy himself faded from her consciousness, as nothing more than the vehicle that was carrying her whole being to such intense transports of lust. "Aaaaahhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh, I love to do it! I love it! God-d-d!"

The boy was just as obsessed with passion as she was. He grabbed cruel hold of her rounded ass-cheeks and forced her to hold steady while he shoved her full of lunge after lunge of tingling cock-shaft. There was a moment when he thought he could go on forever. But that moment quickly disappeared, driven into oblivion by the raunchy wails of the woman before him. Miss Pope was cumming!

"God-d! Oh God-d-d… I'm… I'm cummm-ing-g-g-g!" Her cries progressed from a great roar to feeble mewls that indicated her climax had robbed her of the last of her superhuman energy. But still she managed to keep squirming her ass back at the boy. Even in her abandon, she could not rest easy until she had what she wanted from him.

Her last pleading hip contortions were what coaxed Steve over the edge. He could not resist the prospect of filling up with juices a cunt that wanted it so much. He felt the first spurt of his climax, and then he was lost in a heady wash of pleasure. "I'm cumming too, Miss Pope! Oh… sweet pussy! Good hot pussy!"

They squirmed like rutting animals against one another until they were exhausted. The woman whimpered out her satisfaction at having her pussy full of cum, then she collapsed onto the bed. The boy was right on top of her.

The pressure of his body on hers pleased Gwen. It filled her full of the kinds of wanton feelings that had first goaded her into seducing the boy.

Three long, pleasure-packed years before…

CHAPTER TWO

Gwen Pope had been working for her boss Rex Manners for a couple of years but still she had not managed to figure out his young handsome son Steve. Rex often preferred to work at his office in his home rather than downtown in the hustle bustle of corporate headquarters. So Gwen saw a lot of the boy. They often ate their meals together. They had many long talks together, about outer space, about rattlesnakes, about football heroes – all the things the intelligent, active boy liked to talk about.

Yet Gwen sensed that there was always a distance between herself and the boy. She would have liked to close that distance. He was such a fine boy, so much like his father in looks yet so much more sensitive. Already sensing that she might never get Rex to propose marriage, Gwen felt a fierce hunger to make herself indispensable to the household in other ways. Like being a close friend to the motherless boy.

It frustrated her that Steve would let her get so close when they were discussing the NFL draft, yet would clam up when she tried to get down to more personal topics. She sensed a kind of fear in him, or a mistrust. It baffled her.

Soon after Steve's birthday, his father announced that he would be leaving for a two-week business trip to Europe. The boy was used to his father's absences. He didn't bat an eyelash when he was informed of the latest project. But Gwen was sure that underneath Steve felt a little lost. His father so seldom displayed affection. How could the boy know he was really loved?

Gwen decided to make the two weeks a special time for Steve. She would do her best to convince him that he need not feel lonely. There was someone close by who really cared.

In between her secretarial and house management duties, Gwen planned special things for her and Steve to do. They went to a baseball game. They went to the natural history museum. Gwen grew distressed when she realized that, the more time they spent together, the more strained the boy grew in her presence. She wondered if there were something wrong with her. Her feelings were hurt.

On a Sunday afternoon, she planned a picnic in the countryside not far from the Manners' large comfortable home. They spread a blanket near a stream. They fished for a while, neither one minding that they did not catch anything. Gwen spread out the deviled eggs and the ham and the homemade bread that she had brought along to entice Steve's growing appetite. She got more pleasure from watching him eat than she did from her own tastebuds. It pleased her to be able to please him.

"Steve?"

"Hmmm…?" There was not much more he could say with a mouthful of egg and ham.

"Is there something about me…" She was reluctant to go on, but she knew she had to do it. She could not rest easy until she knew. "… well… something you don't like?" She realized her heart was pounding. His answer meant a great deal to her.

"Heck no!" he replied at once. He blushed, then continued more quietly. "You're the nicest secretary my dad ever had, Miss Pope."

She took his first spontaneous response more seriously than his added careful explanation. She flushed with pleasure. "Then why… well, Steve, I just don't understand why you seem so nervous around me, when we're alone together."

He looked away from her, pretending to concentrate on his fishing pole which hung just as quietly in the water as he had before. She knew he had not forgotten her question.

"If it's something about me that bugs you, Steve, I'd like to know about it. Honest. I really want us to be friends. I think you're very nice, Steve, and it hurts me when I think there's something about me that keeps us from being good friends."

The look on his face was getting strained, as though he were holding his breath. She sensed he was struggling with himself. There were words trying to get out, but he did not know if he should dare. They exploded from his lips all at once. "It's just that you're awfully pretty, Miss Pope! I can't help it! I just get nervous around a beautiful woman!"

The youthful frustration of his confession touched Gwen deeply. Completely unexpectedly, it set up a hungry throbbing in her pussy. She grinned at him tenderly and reached out to stroke his face. His skin was soft and smooth to the touch. Her fingertips trembled as they grazed his cheek.

She did not recognize the moment when she made her awesome decision, but suddenly she was doing something she had had no conscious intention of doing.

She was kissing him. Kissing him hard.

Her tongue forced its way in between his lips and searched for his tongue. His mouth felt awkward under her touch, but it was that very awkwardness that excited her so much. He was so young and beautiful. So innocent to the joys of erotic abandon.

And he thought she was beautiful!

Before she could let herself reconsider her lecherous boldness, she was breaking new ground. Her hand was roaming freely over his body. He wore only shorts and a t-shirt. She relished the hard feel of his developing muscles. It came as a shock when she found his young cock, stiff and swollen under his shorts.

She had been caressing him without thinking of the consequences. She had been relishing the parts of him that still labeled him a young boy. Suddenly she had found the part that could make him a man!

"Mmmmm…" She moaned and began to caress the bulge more eagerly. Though she did not dare think very far ahead in her lusty game, she could feel her cunt flaring wetly underneath her shorts. She sensed more than thought about the obscene association her body was making between his aroused cock and her moistly seeping pussy.

The boy was totally overwhelmed by the suddenness of the woman's assault and more than that, by the excitement.

For two long years, he had been struggling against the forbidden impulses that struck him every time he looked at the lush swells of Miss Pope's big tits. Every time he watched her ass wriggling under the snug-fitting skirts she wore.

Steve spent a lot of time looking at the stash of girlie magazines he had found in his dad's closet. But the sight of all those naked women could not stir him so much as the real-life presence of Miss Pope and her lush full-bodied figure. Even with all her clothes on – which was the only way he ever saw her – she was sexier to Steve than a year's collection of best-of-the-month pin-ups.

Her red hair fascinated him. He always wondered if it was just as red on her pussy as it was on her head. Thoughts like that embarrassed Steve. They made him feel self-conscious in the older woman's presence. It had astounded him to learn that she had thought he did not like her… when his problem was he liked her too much!

To have her kissing him and touching his cock through his shorts was almost more than he could handle. He grew tense, afraid he might lose his cool completely. Afraid he might leave a wet stain on the front of shorts… and and that she would despise him then.

But the harder she pressed him, the less time Steve had to worry about things that were not contained in the present ecstatic moment. He could feel his cock throbbing lustily under her hand, responding to the erotic tease of having her so close to his pulsing cock, separated only by his thin shorts.

He struggled to kiss her back, the way she was kissing him. It was tricky to figure out how to get his tongue around hers and up into her mouth. But he enjoyed the learning process. Her moaning responses excited him. They excited him enough to make him bold enough to reach for her tits – the round bobbing tits that had been hypnotizing him for the past two years.

"Oh, Miss Pope…" he groaned. He could not help it! Even through a bra and her blouse, her tit felt wonderful! It yielded slightly to his touch. He grabbed for the other one. He had one in each hand! It was the proudest, most exciting moment of Steve's young life!

"Oh… God… that feels so good, Steve darling!" Immediately she planted her mouth back on his and began to twirl her tongue more luridly than ever up inside his mouth. Though she had not planned their forbidden encounter ahead of time, from the first taste of his lips, she had known that that was what she wanted. She had known it with every fiber of her being. Her beating heart. Her trembling fingertips. Her hot pulsing cunt.

The thought that she had aroused in the boy a passion to match her own made Gwen delirious with pleasure. Though his hands clutched her breasts awkwardly, with an obvious lack of experience, every touch was a tiny explosion of pleasure. With explosion heaped upon explosion, Gwen was rapidly losing hold of even the tiny shreds that remained of her self-control.

The last straw came when the boy mumbled innocently, "I can't believe it, Miss Pope! This is what I've been dreaming about for so long!"

That was all the encouragement she needed. Now she knew why Steve had been so stand-offish with her. He did not trust himself. He desired her as a woman.

She aroused the man in him! She aroused his hard throbbing cock!

Every doubt was cast aside as she felt herself flooded with the joyous certainty that what was happening was what they both wanted. Pleasant as his hands felt on her tits, there were other things she wanted to get on with. She forced Steve to lie down on his back on their picnic blanket. Pushing their provisions to one side, she helped Steve pull down his shorts until they were clinging around his knees. She kneeled next to him with the beating shaft of his cock in her hand. The feel of its sturdy arousal made her almost faint with passion.

She looked at the boy. Clearly he was, if possible, even more excited than she. His eyes were clouded with lust. They wore an almost pleading expression as her hand slid gently over his hardened cock. She felt more convinced than ever that what she was about to do was the right thing.

She bent forward and took his swollen cock-head between her lips. She formed a tight oval around his fleshy cock and slid her mouth down until her lips were pressed against his groin. She had a filling mouthful of young Steve Manners' cock. Her pussy tingled in lusty satisfaction.

"Uuuuuuuuhhh…" Steve reached for the picnic basket to one side of him and the grass on the other. He was looking for anything to hold onto. Anything to force himself against terrible onslaught of pleasure. His father's secretary had his hard cock up inside her wet mouth! The hot sun was heating down on both of them, witnessing their passion.

It was crazy! But the incredible thrills shooting through his exposed nerve-endings told him beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was no wet drew. This was more! Much, much more! "Uuuuhhh, Miss Pope… uh, that's terrific!"

He was not sure exactly what she was doing. At times the feelings felt light and uneven. Then they grew much more hot and purposeful. Her lips slid up and down along his cock-shaft. Her tongue was playing with him. The boy was totally at the mercy of the older woman's inspired lovemaking. He received every suck and lick with bleating moans of appreciation. Steve had never felt so weak… nor so sure of the dawning power of his manhood.

From this day forth, Steve would be someone new. Not just a boy. A young man on the brink of adulthood.

"Mmmmmmmmmm… your your cock tastes so good, Stevie!" The redhead's whole body quivered with the intensity of her emotion. For so long, she had been obsessed with the idea of becoming Steve Manners' friend. She had been even more sensitive to his prim disapproval than she was to that of his father.

It had been a shocking discovery to realize that what she really wanted from the boy was the first taste of his manhood. But as soon as she saw the significance of her interest in the boy, she felt as if she had released an incredible shock-wave of emotion. Once she knew she wanted him, she could let out all the frustrated hunger that let her know just how much she wanted him. Once she had his hard cock in her mouth, she could shower on it all the savage zeal of her infatuation with a boy more than ten years her junior.

It all flowed out of her. All her suppressed forbidden passion. It surged from her supple lips down through the turgid shaft of the teenagers cock.

Gwen had never appreciated so much the fleshy feel of an excited cock inside her mouth. She moaned lustily as her lips nibbled at Steve's inflated cock-tip. While her lips made an oval to slide down his cock-shaft, her tongue licked his cock-tip as though it were a large tasty ice cream cone. Her head bobbed up and down, repeating the obscene motions over and over again. The redhead could not remember when she had felt so totally carried away by sensual rapture. His cock was exactly what she wanted. The tangy flavor of his seeping seminal fluid jarred her senses and made her moist twat squirm with excitement.

The boy was as far gone as Gwen was. He lay oblivious beneath the warm rays of the afternoon sun, letting the raw pleasure surge through him. He was with her mouth at every jerk and suck. He felt her lick his cock-tip. He felt her lips close tight to suck his cock to tingling rigidity. The thrill of her ministrations was so consuming, he even forgot to worry about whether he would be able to maintain his self-control long enough to impress her.

Yet the joy was tugging on him, puffing him higher and higher. With every move of her talented mouth, Steve was crawling closer to the inevitable. It bit him all at once, in one consuming gust of flooding ecstasy. He felt his cum-juices spurting into her mouth. An ecstatic grin broke over his face. It felt right, so right, to be giving Miss Pope a hot mouthful of his love-juices.