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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.