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 goosebumps 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!