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.