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Encounters with Mrs. Cochran

By: beware



In an extramarital affair with your son's good friend, you can't be too careful. 

This is sort of a companion piece to my three part "Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed" which is also found in the "Mature" category. The young male protagonist here played a supporting role in the earlier story, and while in the present story there are brief references to people and situations in "Mrs. Sutton", it's not necessary to read that one to understand what's going on here. This story will be presented in three chapters, the other two, being fully written, will follow within days of each other

And, by the way, for those still interested, I'm finally posting the last installment of "Searching for Sheila" under "Loving Wives." You'll find my apology for the delay in its introductory remarks. 

*

It was a warm summer's day in Ravensfield, and Monica Standish and Anita Cochran were doing what two women of leisure married to successful husbands did when they weren't shopping or ordering the housekeeper about. They lay next to the Standish pool sipping water-downed gin and tonics.

"I saw Stacey the other day at the dry cleaners. He's certainly keeping the weight off, which is more than I can say about my Kirby," Mrs. Standish said.

"Oh, yes. Stacey takes care of himself all right. I just wish he'd take care of me a little more."

"What do you mean, Nita?"

"You know exactly what I mean. I don't have to draw you a picture, do I?"

"You mean take care of you in the bedroom department."

"Exactly."

Mrs. Standish let a few moments go by, took a drink and looked at her friend.

"Well, you know, Nita, sometimes a girl has to take care of herself in that department."

"Now it's my turn to ask: ' What do you mean?'"

"Get yourself a boyfriend, of course. You'll want to be discreet certainly, but you want someone you see often in, shall we say, innocent circumstances, someone who fits into your weekly schedule conveniently for you to see without rousing suspicion."

"You evidently have given this considerable thought."

"Oh, yes. And I've acted on it. You're my best friend and I know you don't do gossip."

"So you're telling me you have a boyfriend that you see regularly for intimacy."

"Oh, my goodness, Nita. We don't meet for intimacy. We get together for sex, to fuck each others brains out." 

"I've never heard you talk like that, Monnie."

"That's the way he likes to put it."

"You meet a man who talks like that?"

"He's not a man. Not yet. He's a boy, as in 'boyfriend'. But believe me. He screws better than most men I've known, not that I've known that many." 

"You mean 'boy', as in teenager?"

"Well, I think he's twenty or twenty-one. He's in college. But that's a 'boy' to me."

"Do you mind telling me who this young man is? Is he someone I know?"

Mrs. Standish nodded over to the other side of the tall privacy fence.

"I think you know Timmy Griffin. That's him doing the lawn out there."

"Why he's one of my son's best friends. You meet with Timmy Griffin for sex?"

"Don't laugh. Timmy may not be much to look at, being so skinny and all, but in the bedroom he's just what a girl needs. He's thoughtful, attentive, has loads of energy, staying power, and he usually doesn't roll over and go to sleep after he's had sex with you. And it's always convenient 'cause he's here at least once a week. He looks after the pool as well as the yard -- and me. And dear Kirby, my husband of twenty-seven years, is so oblivious, he doesn't suspect a thing. And Timmy's a real gentleman. He doesn't kiss and tell, or should I say, he doesn't screw and tell." 

"I don't believe it, Monnie."

"Here. I'll show you. Take your stuff and go to the pool house. I'm getting excited just thinking about sex. That's one thing I've learned with Timmy in my life. The more sex you have, the more you want. I'll let Timmy know that I'm getting ready for him."

"You mean you're going to do it right here by the pool with me watching?"

"It might add to the excitement for me. Are you game?"

For an answer Mrs. Cochran picked up her drink, towel and bag and went to the other end of the pool where she closed the door of the pool house on herself. Whatever was going to happen she could see through a window facing the pool. She stood in a shadow with arms crossed on her breasts and said aloud," Monica Standish, just what the hell are you doing?"

She soon found out. She watched as her friend let Timmy in through the gate. They embraced and Timmy's hands were all over her, especially her butt and breasts. Monnie took Timmy by the hand and brought him over to a lounge. The young man was soon helping the older woman off with her skimpy bikini. Then she lay back on the lounge and spread her legs, motioning for her young lover to come to her. Mrs. Cochran gasped as she watched Timmy's mouth perform on Monnie's vagina. His head bobbed up and down as the woman ran her hands through his hair, raising her hips off the lounge. After a while Monnie shuddered as if in orgasm and Mrs. Cochran's hand went to the crotch of her swim suit. Her fingers pressed against the fabric, and when that did not bring enough pleasure, she pulled the material aside and let her fingers massage her clitoris. Mrs. Cochran couldn't take her eyes from what was happening by the pool, nor stop her fingers.

She next saw Timmy stand over Monnie, his thin legs straddling the lounge. Monnie reached up and pulled Timmy's shorts down and took his penis into her mouth. 

"My, god," breathed Mrs. Cochran as her fingers applied more pressure between her legs. Monnie's face slid over Timmy's manhood like a piston, and the young man responded with his hips in motion. Suddenly Monnie's face was wet with Timmy's ejaculation.. She looked up at him smiling as she reached for a towel.

Mrs. Cochran noticed that Timmy's penis was still erect. He reached for Monnie and helped her from the lounge. He then took her to a corner of the fence and turned her around. By her hips he pulled her butt to himself and inserted his penis between her cheeks. Mrs. Cochran had never seen such a sex act performed. Didn't Monica Standish feel degraded letting this boy enter her private parts with his mouth and then letting him stick his penis into her rear end, to say nothing of taking his penis into her mouth and having his discharge all over her face? Apparently not Monica Standish seemed to be enjoying it as Timmy pounded her from behind. Timmy finally pulled his penis out and began to stroke it. Monnie went to her knees and again pulled his penis into her mouth.

A sudden burst of pleasure overcame Mrs. Cochran and she had to brace herself against the wall while her fingers brought her much needed relief. When she could get back to the window, she saw that Timmy had gone and Monnie was putting her suit back on and looking toward the pool house displaying a radiant smile. Mrs. Cochran pulled herself together and opened the door. She didn't know what she was going to say to her friend, but she knew one thing -- she must have Timmy Griffin for herself 

1st Encounter

I

For days she thought of nothing but Timmy Griffin and what she had watched through the window of the pool house -- only in her mind she substituted herself for her friend Monica. Mrs. Cochran resisted picturing herself with Timmy's penis in her mouth -- she thought that was too humiliating -- but she had no trouble in conjuring an image of the young man servicing her vagina with his mouth. She could hardly wait for her husband, Stacy, a successful insurance attorney, and her son, Rod, who was Timmy's friend, to leave the house so she could begin a daily ritual of masturbation driven by scenarios of Timmy coming to the house to spend sex filled afternoons with her. She performed on herself throughout the day, starting in the shower, then later on her bed and later still on the wrap-around couch in the basement or the recliner in the TV room, always making sure that the housekeeper had assignments in other parts of the large house. On some level she was ashamed of her fantasies and ashamed of her constant masturbating, but she couldn't help herself. 

Without her husband's knowledge, Mrs. Cochran purchased a revealing black bikini like the one Monica had worn that afternoon. She could not bring herself to wear it to the swimming party at the Chesterfield Country Club. Nor had she considered wearing it for her husband during their more and more infrequent and passionless times for sex. But Mrs. Cochran's sexual fantasy sessions often began with her donning the bikini and displaying herself in suggestive poses before her full-length bedroom mirror which heightened the desire to bring on her own orgasms. She convinced herself that the purchase of the bikini and her weakness for masturbation were symptoms of her new overwhelming sex drive which only Timmy Griffin could satisfy.

She often thought of questioning Rod about his friend, but she was afraid of displaying her interest in the young man. Once she purposely drove to the Standish house in hopes of seeing Timmy at work, but when he was there, she was too nervous to stop.

I've got to do something, she thought. It's so simple. All I have to do is call him. But once he was at her house, did she have the skill to seduce him? Did she have the will-power, indeed the courage, to carry out her fantasies? She thought not. But why not the direct approach? Let him know that she was available for sex. All right, I'll call him, she finally decided. 

She kept putting it off. What am I afraid of?, she thought. If Timmy wants sex with Monica Standish and finds her attractive, why shouldn't he find me just as attractive as a sex partner? Mrs. Cochran was finally prompted to call Timmy by the most unusual source she could think of -- her husband. One night after they had turned off the lights she asked, " Stacey, are you happy with the lawn service? "

"What? It's past eleven and I have a big meeting in the morning, and you're asking me about the goddamned lawn service? "

"I was over at Monica's last week, and their landscape looks really nice. They have the Griffin boy -- you know, Timmy -- take care of the yard, and he seems to do a really good job. "

"Look. If you don't like the lawn service we have, fire'em. But why hire the Griffin kid? We got a young man named Roderick who sleeps right down the hall. Have him do it. "

"You know the long hours he keeps at the bakery. I don't want Rod using up his free time when there's a boy nearby who does lawn work as his summer job. Besides, Timmy wouldn't charge what we pay the lawn service. You're always wanting to economize. "

"Okay, for chrissakes. Get the Griffin kid over here. But stay on him to get the job done. I don't want him here all afternoon. Now let me get some sleep. "

She smiled into the darkness and turned over. The next day Mrs. Cochran dialed the Griffin number in the late afternoon.

"Hello, Linda. How are you? Oh, I've been fine. It's been a lovely summer, hasn't it? I don't want to keep you. I was actually calling for your son. Do you think Timmy would have time to do our yard work?"

In a few seconds he was on the line. " Hello, Mrs. Cochran. This is Tim." 

The sound of his voice started a pounding in her chest. She swallowed and said as casually as she could, " I understand you do the lawn for Monica Standish."

"That's right."

"I was wondering if you could take me on -- I mean, take our lawn on as a regular job. We haven't been satisfied with our lawn service lately." 

"Sure, Mrs. Cochran, I'll take you on -- I'll do your lawn. When do you want me?"

I want you now, she thought, but she said, " Would tomorrow be all right?"

"Sure. I'm free tomorrow. But I have a question. Why doesn't Rod do your lawn?"

"Oh, he's much too busy at the bakery. I don't want to impose on him."

"Okay."

She took a breath and said, her mouth almost dry, " And I understand you perform some additional services for Monica Standish and . . . I would be interested if you could perform those services on me, I mean, for me, Timmy."

There was a short silence on the other end. Then she heard his voice saying, " I'd be very pleased to perform those services for you, Mrs. Cochran. And, of course, there'd be no extra charge."

"Then may I expect you at, say, one tomorrow?" she said, making a mental note to give the housekeeper the afternoon off.

"We better make it noon, Mrs. Cochran. You have a pretty big yard. It might take the whole afternoon." 

Her husband would be home in a couple of hours, or so. She undressed and went to the shower once more, letting the warm water drench her as she pleasured herself with her fingers bringing on an image of Timmy pounding himself into her with abandon or kneeling before her, has face buried in her vagina. 

At the same time Tim was lying on his bed contemplating his brief conversation with Mrs. Cochran. So how did she find out about those "special services" he performed for Mrs. Standish? Were these two older attractive married women going to share him with each others knowledge and consent? Tim thought it would be best for the present not to ask questions, just let things happen. This could be the most interesting and exciting summer of his life. Tim smiled at the ceiling, then closed his eyes to better enjoy the warm hardness forming in his shorts.

II

The hum of the mower was soon driving her crazy. Would he never finish the job? Did he forget why he was here? Was he having second thoughts?

Mrs. Cochran went to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of water and went to the front door. She felt silly, but she called across the lawn, waiving the bottle at Timmy. "You must be thirsty, Timmy. Come in and have a drink."

The young man put the mower in neutral, replying, " Almost through, Mrs. Cochran. Give me five minutes."

She returned to the kitchen, feeling on edge. She wanted to relax and enjoy the afternoon with this boy. I need him, she thought, why does he keep me waiting? Doesn't he care? Doesn't he want this? Doesn't he want me?

That last thought prompted Mrs. Cochran to take the stair case to her bedroom and once more examine herself in the full length mirror. Her jeans were tight, but in all the right places. The denim shirt was one size too small, but it favored her breasts. The high-heel sandals made her legs longer and accented her butt. She was wearing her rusty-colored hair down to her shoulders, letting it shield one side of her face. She thought she looked quite desirable. She felt desirable. Would Timmy find her desirable?

Still staring into the mirror, Mrs. Cochran opened the front of her jeans and placed her fingers over the growing moisture in the crotch of her panties. "Oh," she breathed as her fingers gave her that familiar pleasure so lacking in the sex she had with Stacy, her husband. She wanted Timmy more than ever. Then she heard the sound of Timmy's truck pulling away. "Oh, no!" she gasped, running to the stairway, almost tripping on the carpet in her high heels. From the front window the street was vacant. Mrs. Cochran almost cried in desperation. Well, that's that, she thought, I feel like such a fool, throwing myself at this . . . this kid, for heaven's sake.

But in a minute she heard a knock on the kitchen door. She opened it and there he was.

"I thought it was a good idea to get the truck off the street, Mrs. Cochran."

"Oh, how very thoughtful of you, Timmy, " she said, making no effort to keep the relief out of her voice.

"I see you're ready to have fun, Mrs. Cochran."

"Ready?"

Tim nodded to her open jeans.

"Oh, for heaven's sake. I was just getting dressed." She was truly embarrassed. She thought she had already appeared far too forward with yesterday's phone call. She really wanted Timmy to take charge of the situation for now. She zippered and buttoned her jeans trying to contain her nervousness.

"You mentioned something to drink, Mrs. Cochran. "

"Yes. I'll get you some water."

"Where does Mr. Cochran keep the whiskey?"

"Whiskey?"

"Yeah. I think it would be a good idea if we both had a drink. You look kinda tense."

"Why, I'm not tense at all, Timmy. Why should I be tense?"

"Is that a trick question, Mrs. Cochran? You're about to fuck your son's friend, and I'm about to fuck his mother. You better get the whiskey. And please call me Tim."

Besides, Tim thought, I need a drink as well. He couldn't let his own nervousness show. He took a seat as Mrs. Cochran returned with a half- full amber bottle. She, too, was thinking that a good stiff drink would be a wonderful idea. She reached up into the pantry for glasses and Tim couldn't help noticing the way her jeans hugged her ass and legs and the way her shirt stretched across her tits. He thought, man, Mrs. Cochran looks good, sexier than Monica Standish. He crossed his legs, enjoying the gradual stiffening of his cock.

Mrs. Cochran poured two shallow drinks, the neck of the bottle clicking against the glasses. She asked herself, why am I so nervous now? He's here. This is what you wanted. Relax. Enjoy. She took a seat and touched Timmy's glass to hers. "To us," she said, " and a wonderful afternoon."

"And to you, Mrs. Cochran. The most attractive woman I know."

"Oh, Tim. You're making me blush. I don't usually drink in the afternoon."

"And you usually don't fuck in the afternoon, I bet."

"Please. Do you have to use that word? Couldn't we just say 'sex'? "

"I think you're too proper, Mrs. Cochran. Have another drink."

As the whiskey was making its warm way through his body, Tim thought, I've got to take control of Rod's old lady right now. He pulled his chair next to Mrs. Cochran and took her hand and placed it on his shorts over his hardening cock. At first she was startled at this boy's boldness. Then she thought, what did you expect -- soft music and candle light? She allowed her hand to tighten over Tim's hardness, thinking how few times she had actually touched her husband's penis.

"It feels so nice. But couldn't we go downstairs to the rec room?"

"In due time, Mrs. Cochran."

He stood up and brought the older woman up to him hard, letting his hands play over her firm ass, made firmer by the tight jeans. His lips pressed against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Mrs. Cochran did not resist. She had not been kissed like this in years and never since her marriage. She instinctively brought her hips up to her young lovers body, feeling his hard manhood. Then she was being turned around in his arms and feeling his hands unbutton her shirt, then on her breasts, kneading her nipples through her bra. Everything was happening so quickly, but she knew this was what she wanted, this was what she had been waiting for. 

"Tim, I think I'd like another drink. "

He poured her more whiskey and she downed it. The booze swirled in her head. She felt her shirt pulled from her shoulders and somehow her bra became unfastened and hands were handling her breasts forcefully. Then she was turned around again and she heard Tim say, " You have beautiful tits, Mrs. Cochran. I want to suck them. Tell me to suck your tits. I want to hear you say it."

"Please, Tim. Not here in the kitchen."

"Right here. I'm going to suck your tits and eat your pussy."

"Must you talk so crudely?"

"Sure. That's part of the fun of fucking. You want to have fun, don't you, Mrs. Cochran?"

"Oh, yes. I want you, Tim. "

"Then say it -- 'Tim, I want you to suck my tits."

Mrs. Cochran looked down at her breasts. She suddenly felt overwhelmed that this young man she wanted so much found her breasts attractive. It's true, she thought, I do have beautiful breasts -- still firm at her age, the nipples hard and pink.

"Yes, Tim. Please suck them. Please suck my tits!" 

Then Tim's mouth was on each breast in turn. He sucked strongly, drawing in each nipple deeply. She felt his tongue lap against each nipple's hardness and she soon thought she would faint with the pleasure. She was hardly able to stay steady on her high heels, but Tim pulled her to him, a hand on each hip. She suddenly felt his mouth leave her nipple and once again press hard against her own mouth. Then she opened her lips willingly and let his tongue inside. Without being prompted she began to suck on his tongue as if forcing it down her throat. Mrs. Cochran opened even wider as Tim shot his tongue deeper until she thought she would gag. He then pulled away and stepped back.


Encounters with Mrs. Cochran Ch. 02



Encounters With Mrs. Cochran II

Her new young lover leads to a new secret life. 

2nd Encounter: continued

Tim squatted in the darkness of Mrs. Cochran's walk-in closet. He could still hear the voices, distant murmurings muffled by the carpeted floors and walls. But the voices were coming closer and closer, as if coming up the stair case, as if coming for him. He could tell from the timber of one voice that it belonged to his friend Rod Cochran, the son of the woman he had just fucked in her bedroom. Tim knew without a doubt he would be found. The door would fly open, the lights would flash on, and there he would be -- on his knees, naked with his clothing balled up in his arms, his dick shriveled. He could even see Rod standing over him, his face a mask of rage, shouting, " What the fuck are you doing up here with my mother?!" 

Then the voices were suddenly drowned out with the sound of running water. Mrs. Cochran must have stepped into the shower.

"Hey, Mom. Mom!" It was Rod calling from the bedroom doorway.

Tim heard Mrs. Cochran's hollow- sounding voice from the bath room just as the water was shut off. "Oh, Rod. You're home early. I was just taking a shower. I had trouble sleeping so I thought a warm shower would make me feel drowsy."

"That's okay, Mom. I've got Lana with me and we just stopped by for a moment."

" Hello, Lana," Mrs. Cochran called.

"Hi, Mrs. Cochran. Rod and I are on our way to a party and Rod thought it would be nice to take a bottle of wine. Is that okay?"

" Of course. Rod knows where we keep the wine. Have fun."

Tim heard steps leave the doorway and he finally let his breath out. But then steps came back and what he heard next socked him in the stomach.

" Hey, Mom. Didn't you tell me that Tim was here earlier this week to cut the grass?"

There was an exceptionally long pause, Tim thought, before Mrs. Cochran responded.

"Why, yes, dear. He needs the work, you know, and you're so busy. I hope you don't mind that I asked him."

" No problem, Mom, but he left his cap down on the kitchen counter."

"Actually, he left it out in the yard and I brought it in. I left it on the counter to remind me to return it to him when he comes back in a week or so."

" That's all right. I'll take it with me. I'll probably see Tim before you do."

Not likely, Rod, Tim thought.

"We're gonna take off now, Mom. See ya."

"Good night, dear. Good night, Lana."

Tim closed his eyes and let himself relax against the wall of the closet. It seemed as though he grew a lot older before Mrs. Cochran opened the door and turned on the light. Tim stood up.

"Mrs. Cochran, you handled that great. Getting in the shower was brilliant. I just about shit. I'm sorry about my cap. I won't let anything like that happen again."

"Oh, Tim. That was so close. I'm shaking like a leaf. Please hold me."

Tim took her in his arms, feeling her warm, wet body cling to him. Maybe it was Mrs. Cochran's breasts pressing on his chest or the tickling scratch of her pubic hair on the underside of his cock or maybe the relief of having survived the last few minutes without discovery -- whatever it was, Tim felt arousal, his cock stirring to life again. Mrs. Cochran took it in her hand and rubbed its gradual hardness.

" Oh, Tim. You feel it, too, don't you? This is just what I want, just what I need. We just had a close call and all I can think of is fucking you again."

"Let's do it in the shower, Mrs. Cochran."

In the spacious shower stall, Mrs. Cochran turned on a warm spray and handed Tim a pink bar of soap.

" Bath me, Tim. Use your hands on me. Then fuck me right here under the water."

With Mrs. Cochran's back to him, Tim coated her tits with suds, delighting in her firm flesh and nipples. One soapy hand strayed to her pussy, his fingers bathing her pussy lips, feeling her secretions under the soap.

"Oh, this is so lovely, Tim."

She slowly turned and took the soap from him and bathed his hard cock. She let water run the soap away then got on her knees and sucked him tenderly. Tim collapsed onto the porcelain seat built into one corner of the shower stall. The ecstasy he felt from Mrs. Cochran's mouth was once more too much for him. Knowing he had to save himself for Mrs. Cochran, he pulled her to her feet and backed her to the wall, lifting her ass up the slippery surface until her pussy was meeting his cock. He marveled how light she was and Mrs. Cochran marveled at the strength of her young lover. She took his cock and slowly slid it into her warm cavity, looking into Tim's eyes.

"Oh, Tim. Make this last. Make this last all night."

Tim smiled and began to gently stroke Mrs. Cochran, often holding his cock deep inside her as he pressed her against the wall. Warm water cascaded over their bodies, urging on their passion for each other with its soothing spray. Mrs. Cochran locked her legs around Tim's middle, her arms around his neck. Her hips responded to his slow and gentle strokes, at first keeping the same rhythm, then stronger, faster, more incessant as she felt the building of yet another orgasm. She inwardly fought against its coming; she wanted this to go on and on. But in the end she lost control. She took Tim's earlobe between her teeth, causing him to grunt and increase his fucking tempo. Her voice urged him on.

"Fuck me, you son of a bitch. Harder. Harder. Make me cum. Make me cum! Oh, god! Oh, god!

Here it is!"

Tim thrust himself as hard as he could into Mrs. Cochran as she shuddered against him, moaning with the relief he had just given her. She opened her eyes and realized that her young lover had not cum as yet. Once again she used words in his ear to bring on his explosion inside her.

" I'm a whore. A dirty filthy whore. I'm your whore, Tim Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore."

When he couldn't hold her up any longer, Tim let Mrs. Cochran down on the shower seat and stretched himself on the tile floor. Mrs. Cochran sat for a time, breathing in the light steam. She had never felt such exhilaration and sexual satisfaction and she told herself she would do anything to keep this new secret life going. She felt that she and Tim had come to an understanding, but it had to be reinforced. Mrs. Cochran turned off the water and stood over Tim. She placed her foot on his now relaxed cock and ran it up and down its warm wet shaft. He smiled up at her.

"You're too much, Mrs. Cochran."

"If I am, you're responsible. I feel I'm embarking on a whole new adventure and you're part of it. We took an awful chance tonight. Do you think it was worth it, Tim?"

" I think you're worth it, Mrs. Cochran."

She smiled and said," I'm pleased to hear you say that. Because I want what we've started to go on.

Would you like that,Tim? Would you like to see me more, fuck me more?"

"God, yes, Mrs. Cochran."

"I need to hear you say it."

"Mrs. Cochran, I want to fuck you whenever you say." 

"That's good. But like I said before, it's got to be on my terms."

"Sure, Mrs. Cochran."

She increased the pressure of her foot on Tim's cock and she smiled with approval when he took her foot and guided it over the tender underside of his cock.

"Your cock belongs to me now, Tim. And I'm going to use it often. When I call, you're going to come to me. Which means you're going to have to be readily available for me exclusively. I don't know what you're going to do about Monica Standish. I would prefer that you not see her anymore, but I'm not going to make that demand on you. But when it comes to your special services, I expect to be first."

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Cochran."

" After what happened tonight, I don't feel comfortable meeting here anymore. I'll have to do some planning for us."

"What do you have in mind, Mrs. Cochran?"

" I don't know yet, but it'll be adventuresome and exciting. That's what I want -- excitement, and sex, I mean, fucking. Lots of fucking Fucking and excitement are one and the same to me now." 

"Me, too, Mrs. Cochran."

Only after he got home did Tim ask himself: What the hell have I gotten myself into?

3rd Encounter

I

Mrs. Cochran's new secret life began to include pornography. She found plenty of it with the use of the computer in her husband's upstairs study. She had always believed that such stuff was only for men, that women would find it disgusting and degrading. But she found herself being aroused by it, especially with a web site that featured mature women having sex with much younger men.

One of those women, who appeared to be Mrs. Cochran's age, was a flashy blond who wore boots with extremely high heels and a corset holding up fish-net stockings. Her young lovers were always portrayed as wide-eyed innocents who could easily be seduced by her persuasive ways. The blond was shown to be in control of these men/boys, thus those she fucked always submitted themselves to her. In one episode, she took on three youths, one of whom was black and appeared to have a larger cock than the other two. On her hands and knees the blond woman would suck one young man while the other two fucked her from the rear. In close-ups Mrs. Cochran could see cocks in both the pussy and ass- hole of the blond porn model. Mrs. Cochran ran the video twice, the second time she masturbated with it, never taking her eyes off the young black man.

Relaxing after her self-induced orgasm, Mrs. Cochran wondered what it would be like to wear such an outfit as the woman in the video wore. Undoubtedly it would make her feel sexy in the way that other clothing did, such as her bikini and cocktail dress. Would Tim like to see her in a corset and high heels and would other young men? Would a young black man such as the one in the video who had such a large cock find her desirable in such an outfit? What would it be like to fuck a black man and take his large cock into her mouth? In fact, should she consider taking other sex partners? The prospect excited her. After all, the point of adopting a secret sex life was to broaden one's horizons, to include as many different sexual experiences as possible. For the present she wanted control over Tim, and she saw using him for sex was part of that control. Mrs. Cochran did not want to hurt Tim. But if he were not willing to give up Monica Standish to show his faithfulness to her, didn't she have the right to fuck other young men she was attracted to?

Getting back to the sexy outfit in the video, Mrs. Cochran wondered where she could find such clothing. She wouldn't want to buy it here in the city, where, because of her husband's prominence, she was fairly well known, at least on the east side. She found a so-called adult store on a highway outside of Garland, a town about fifty miles north of Ravensfield. She often took daily shopping excursions to near-by communities. Why not to Garland? And why not take Tim? She would have to be careful, of course. A plan quickly came together and she dialed Tim's cell phone.

II

It was dim and cool in the Zipper Lounge, and Rod Cochran was having a mid-afternoon beer with his friend, Tim Griffin.

"Hey, man. Thanks for finding my cap. I couldn't imagine where I left it," Tim said.

"Yeah. You're servicing so many women these days I guess it's hard to remember where you leave stuff."

" Yeah. All those women. They keep me busy all right."

One in particular, Tim thought.

" Well, you always seem to be cleaning up dog shit in somebody's front yard," Rod commented.

" Some of that dog shit is in your front yard. Maybe you should be cleaning it up."

" Mom wanted to throw a little business your way."

And that's not all, Tim thought.

"Well, your mom seems to like what I do for her."

"Play your cards right, and she'll bake you cookies." 

Yeah, Tim thought, I've sampled your mother's cookies.

"Besides slaving over green grass, where have you been spending your time?" Rod asked.

"Lately, I've been seeing an old girl friend."

And she's your mother and at least twenty years older than I.

"Which one? You've only known two, and one of them was Mrs. Sutton."

"Oh, this is one you don't know about."

And hope you never do.

Tim's phone went off prompting Rod to say, "That's her now. Tell her you'll be right over to fuck her brains out."

Tim palmed his phone and almost dropped it when he heard Mrs. Cochran's voice in his ear. He immediately pressed it against his thigh telling Rod, " You're right, man. It's her. I'll take it outside if you don't mind."

"Sure. Ask her if she's got a sister who might be interested in some stud who's currently dateless and desperate."

Tim went out the back door trying not to hurry. He walked to the far end of the parking lot before he put the phone back to his ear. He immediately decided it was not a good idea to tell Mrs. Cochran he was with her son.

"Tim, what's taking you so long? Where are you?"

There was a hint of suspicion in her voice, so Tim made an effort to keep it casual.

"I'm just out here at the Zipper with some friends. Just hanging out, Mrs. Cochran."

" What's the Zipper?"

" Kind of a sports bar. It's probably not a good idea for us to meet here." Especially, since your son is sitting at the bar.

" I have no intention of meeting you in a place like that. I've planned for us to go out of town Monday afternoon."

" Monday." Tim took a deep breath. "You know, Mrs. Cochran, I'll be over at the Standish place on Monday."

There was a long icy moment on Mrs. Cochran's end.

"I see. So it's her over me."

"No way, Mrs. Cochran. I can take care of the yard and pool in the morning and get away fast."

"And no special services for Monica Standish. I'm sure I wouldn't care to see you after you've fucked her."

It's starting to get complicated, Tim thought.

"You always come first with me, Mrs. Cochran. Promise."

" Good. I've decided we can't meet here. Do you know where the Westgate Mall is?"

"Sure. On the other side of town on Benson Avenue."

"We'll meet there no later than one. I'll be parked by Guggenheimer's. Do you know my car?"

" A silver Jaguar, Mrs. Cochran. Where are we going?"

" I want it to be a surprise, Tim. I'll see you Monday."

Tim stood there for some moments considering the change in Mrs. Cochran. She practically threw herself at me at first, he thought, now she's so abrupt and business-like, giving me orders like I was some kind of slave or something. She wants things done her way, she wants to control the situation. And two days ago in her shower, looking up from the floor with Mrs. Cochran's foot on his cock, he had agreed. Well . . . maybe that wasn't so bad. He had wanted to bend Mrs. Cochran to his will, but now here he was submitting himself to her. But I still want to see her, I still want to fuck her, he thought. Their brief affair was the most exciting event in his life since the night he fucked Mrs. Sutton on his parents' yacht. Tim shook his head as if to clear it as he walked back to the lounge to be with the son of the woman he would be fucking again in just a few days. Talk about complications. 

III

By his watch, Tim was ten minutes early. There were three silver Jaguars parked near Guggenheimer's, a high-end store which catered to the high-end population. Today he had driven his Mustang instead of his work truck. Thinking she wouldn't recognize the vehicle, he got out and leaned on the hood, his arms crossed . Within three minutes Mrs. Cochran came out carrying a couple of pink bags. She was wearing dark glasses, jeans studded with rhinestones which twinkled in the sun, a loose flowery shirt and high heels with sling straps and open toes. Her abundant hair held a dark gold cast in the sunlight. Tim smiled and thought, you look very fuckable today, Mrs. Cochran.

She hardly looked at him as she approached the Jaguar parked closest to his van. As she got in she said, "Follow me." He was led behind the mall to a loading dock area near which he parked. Mrs. Cochran waited until two men left the dock then got out and motioned to him. The trunk popped open and she reached in for a blue blazer and a cap with a visor both of which she handed to Tim.

"Here. You're my chauffeur today."

" You think of everything Mrs. Cochran."

" I now realize I'm taking some awful chances, Tim. We both have to be careful."

Tim slipped on the blazer. Its sleeves stopped about two inches from his wrists.

"It'll have to do," she commented. "Let's get started."

Mrs. Cochran climbed in the back seat. 

" And how are you today,Tim?"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Cochran. You look great."

" Good enough to fuck?"

" Good enough to fuck again and again."

She laughed. "So you're ready for my little adventure today."

"You bet."

"I'm sorry I was so abrupt with you on the phone the other day. But I've been a little uptight about what happened at home last week. I'm hoping you'll be able to help me relax and enjoy our time together.."

"Sure. Like you say, we'll just have to be careful."

"Oh, I like taking chances. It definitely adds to the excitement of sex, I mean, fucking. But there's no sense in inviting trouble."

Tim would remember those words later this day, and the rest of the summer.

"You know how to get on fifty-two from here?"

He nodded and within fifteen minutes they were miles outside Ravensfield. There was little traffic and the day was bright and clear. Mrs. Cochran soon had Tim pull into a rest area where she took a seat in front.

"Aren't you curious as to where we're going, Tim?"

" Wherever it is I'm up for it."

Mrs. Cochran reached over and caressed the front of his khakis.

"I hope you're going to be up for it, way up," she smiled.

"You know, I like being your chauffeur, Mrs. Cochran. This car practically drives itself."

" I'm glad, because I'm about to distract you."

"What do you mean?"

"Tim, wouldn't you like me to take your cock out and play with it?"

" I hope that's not a trick question, Mrs. Cochran."

"Your cock is mine, you know. My very special toy. It gives me so much pleasure. And I think it would be fun to play with your cock while we're speeding down the highway. And you do want me to have fun, don't you, Tim?"

He didn't need to respond. He kept his eyes on the road ahead feeling Mrs. Cochran open his slacks.

Her hand rested on the front of his briefs and rubbed it lightly.

"Don't look down, Tim. Let me do everything. You just drive."

Her hand pulled back his briefs and let his cock escape. His cock-head rested against the bottom of the steering wheel. Mrs. Cochran placed her hand around his cock saying, " I love to feel it grow tall and hard in my hand. I want to make you cum, Tim. I'm going to masturbate you." 

"You mean you're going to jerk me off, Mrs. Cochran."

"Oh, I don't think I like that term. Isn't there something else we can call it?"

"Hand job."

" Oh, that sounds positively disgusting," she laughed. "But that's what it is, isn't it? A hand job, but a very special hand job."

Mrs. Cochran reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the black panties she had worn for their second encounter.

"Do you remember telling me that you could become a freak for my underwear, Tim?"

Tim nodded as Mrs. Cochran held her panties to his face.

"I didn't wash it, Tim. Smell me and taste me."

Tim ran his tongue over the satiny material and breathed in the older woman's musky scent. Then he felt Mrs. Cochran's panties envelop his cock and her hand gently rising and falling over the length of his cock-shaft. 

"Oh, this is crazy, Mrs. Cochran, but I love it."

" I feel a little crazy, Tim. Here we are at sixty-five miles an hour. I'm holding my young lover's cock in my hand, making him cum in my panties. But we're going to get even crazier, Tim. I feel so naughty today and I want to get naughtier." 




Encounters with Mrs. Cochran Ch. 02



Mrs. Cochran felt absolutely unrestrained. This is only the beginning, she thought. While her hand manipulated her young lover to climax, she thought of herself fucking and being fucked out in the open in a field, in a car, on a boat or plane, on the floor of some faceless stranger's apartment, by several men at once, by a young black man with glistening muscles and a large cock. I want it all, she thought. She turned to Tim, watching his face melt with pleasure, finally feeling the warm gush of his climax in her panties, in her hand. 

"Mrs. Cochran, that was almost as good as fucking you."

"Nothing's as good as fucking, Tim. I've found that out. Just listen to me. I never thought I'd talk this way and want sex so much. And all the time. That hand job has made me so excited."

"Horny, Mrs. Cochran?"

"Exactly."

"I'll get you off, Mrs. Cochran. Take my hand and use it on your pussy." 

"Why, Tim. What an absolutely wonderful idea!" 

She dropped her wet panties to the floor and turned toward Tim opening her jeans and pulling them down to expose her pussy. Tim saw at a glance that Mrs. Cochran was not wearing panties and she had shaved her pussy. She took his right hand and brought it to her pussy, painting her already wet pussy lips with his finger tips.

"Yes, Tim. Do me. Fuck me with your fingers like you did in the kitchen."

Mrs. Cochran was gentle with herself. She guided several fingers up into her fuck hole until she felt them deep inside her. A scene from one of the videos she had watched flashed in her mind: a fully dressed wife like herself masturbated with a black plastic cock while a naked young black man watched stroking his cock. Under her breath she chanted "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." 

Mrs. Cochran became aware that a truck had pulled parallel to the Jaguar in the next lane and its young black- haired driver was looking down on her, watching her fuck herself with Tim's hand. She began to rock back and forth on the seat wanting to reach orgasm while the young truck driver was watching. The handsome driver circled his index finger and thumb in a gesture of approval and ran his tongue across his lips several times as if to show her how he would use his tongue on her pussy. The truck then pulled away and took a position several car lengths in front of the Jaguar. When Mrs. Cochran finally achieved her orgasm it was with an image of the young truck driver's face between her legs. When she saw the truck pull off at the next exit, she told Tim to do the same.

"We don't need any gas, Mrs. Cochran."

"But I need to use the bathroom." She wasn't sure if Tim had observed the truck driver's interest in her masturbation. And she didn't care. If there was any chance of fucking the young driver, she wanted to take it. Now.

As Tim pulled up to the gas station building, Mrs. Cochran saw that the truck they had followed was parked at the far end of the lot next to a diesel pump. She got out of the Jaguar as the young driver jumped down from his cab. He was tall and lean and his jeans were tight, and Mrs. Cochran was smitten with him immediately. She gave him what she thought was a knowing look and walked into the building, giving her ass a little extra movement. Tim lowered his window and noted that the eyes of several men pumping gas followed Mrs. Cochran through the automatic doors. One of them said "Damn" under his breath and shook his head. In the side mirror Tim watched the approach of a tall young man in a cap and jeans who looked like a truck driver.

"Nice car, man."

"Yeah. It gets you around."

"You're the driver for the lady who just went in." It was half-statement, half-question.

"Yeah." Tim suddenly felt ridiculous in the chauffeur's outfit.

"Nice job you have." The truck driver gave Tim an envious look which asked, how does a skinny kid like you get to drive a hot babe like that? The truck driver leaned forward in a confidential manner and said," I guess the two of you can get real friendly driving around."

Tim was sure that the truck driver spotted Mrs. Cochran's black panties on the floor. He looked away hoping the truck driver would disappear. He also wished he were sixty pounds heavier and two inches taller so he could get out of the car and handle this guy properly.

"Yeah. The job comes with a few fringe benefits," Tim finally said.

"I can see that. Where are the two of you headed?"

Tim wanted to say,"Is that any of your business?" Instead he said,"We're just out for a ride."

"Some ride."

They both turned at the click of Mrs. Cochran's high heels on the pavement. She came around the car and stood before the young driver.

"Hi, there," she said in a tone Tim thought was overly friendly.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

Tim could see that Mrs. Cochran had unbuttoned her flowery shirt to expose the upper contours of her beautiful tits. Pointing one hip at the young man, she asked,"Do you drive around here much?"

"Sure. This is one of my regular routes ."

"Well, then you probably know where Garland is. Is it far from here?"

"Another twenty minutes or so. Just stay on fifty-one."

"Why, thank you," Mrs. Cochran said, turning away. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at the stranger. Tim could tell the young guy was captivated by Mrs. Cochran and she was taken with him. At the moment Tim wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Anything fun to do in Garland?" Mrs. Cochran asked.

"You can have all sorts of fun in Garland, ma'am. You just have to know where to look."

"Well, my chauffeur and I are going to look real hard."

Mrs. Cochran flounced into her seat with a parting smile for the young truck driver and Tim stepped on the gas. Mrs. Cochran looked into the rear view mirror repeatedly, evidently checking to see if the young driver was following them. Lines of consternation appeared in her face when no truck appeared.

"You didn't make yourself too obvious back there," Tim said.

"Part of the new me. You're not jealous are you, Tim?"

"No," he said too quickly. But then he added,"You know, that guy saw what we were doing in the car."

"I know. I probably shouldn't tell you this, Tim, but I enjoyed him watching us. I guess that makes me one of those people who like to expose themselves in public."

"Well, Mrs. Cochran, for your information, I don't think I'm ready to fuck you, or anybody else, in public."..

" I understand. But you wouldn't mind if I got interested in somebody else, would you, Tim? I mean just for the afternoon. After all, you still want to see Monica Standish, don't you?"

"Is that what this is all about?"

"Well, you can't expect a girl to be faithful when her first- choice lover is fucking somebody else."

"Look, Mrs. Cochran. It's not like we're running away to get married or something. And after all, you're cheating on your husband."

"That's a very cruel thing to say to me. I wouldn't be doing any of this if he would take more of an interest in me and have frequent sex with me, the kind of sex I now want. Why do I say 'sex'? I mean fucking. That's what I want -- great fucking, the kind he hasn't ever given me."

"Look, you don't have to justify yourself to me. I'm out for a good time, same as you. You said you wanted to be careful. I don't think it's a good idea to be picking up strangers. That's all."

"But he was such a handsome young stranger. I just couldn't resist. I think fucking a stranger, someone you'll never see again, would be one of the greatest pleasures a woman could have -- a good fuck with no strings attached, sex with no consequences. Don't be mad at me."

"I'm not. Anyway, is that where we're going, to Garland?"

"Yes. I'm going to do a little shopping."

"What's in Garland that you can't find at home?"

Mrs. Cochran pulled a picture she had downloaded off the internet out of her handbag. It was of a mature woman in a black corset, shiny high heels and fish net stockings, posing with her hands on her hips and legs apart showing her naked shaved pussy.

"You want to look like that?"

"What's the matter? Wouldn't you like to see me like that?"

Tim was inwardly surprised at this new development in Mrs. Cochran's behavior. Apparently she was now blending voyeurism with her search for adventuresome sex.

"Sure. Anybody would. You thinking about wearing that in public?"

"Of course not, silly. I want to wear it for you." And anyone else I choose, she thought.

" But where are you going to find something like that in Garland of all places?"

"Just turn off where I tell you."

The building resembled a large cement block bunker. The sign over it read The Fun and Games Store. As he turned in Tim spotted a truck stop across the road next to a rather run-down motel. Turning off the engine, Tim said,"Well, I'm glad we're not coming here at night. At least there's no one

around."

"If you're embarrassed you can stay in the car." 

"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for anything. Mrs. Anita Cochran goes shopping for clothes to fuck in."

She ignored Tim's remark and started for the entrance, not too quickly on the gravel lot in her high heels. Tim threw his chauffeur's uniform on the back seat, caught up with her taking her elbow. The single clerk inside was half asleep, but roused himself in a hurry when he saw Mrs. Cochran. The pudgy young man looked as though he had spent considerable time on the couch, probably watching porn.

"You folks looking for anything in particular?" the clerk asked, never taking his eyes off Mrs. Cochran. "We have a special on all our how-to sex videos."

Mrs. Cochran glanced at Tim and giggled.

"I think the lady is thoroughly acquainted with the procedure, " Tim said, suppressing a laugh. "We're interested in certain items of clothing."

"That would be all the way in the back. I'll show you." 

"No. That won't be necessary. We can find our way."

They approached a mannikin decked out in an outfit similar to the picture wearing black boots which extended over the knee with thin four inch heels.

"Perfect," Mrs. Cochran breathed. She rummaged through a rack and a couple of shelves and disappeared behind a flimsy curtain telling Tim to stand guard. Tim shoved his hands in his pockets, braced his shoulder against a wall, and let his eyes wander down a rack of sex videos. He was quite certain that the sex portrayed on those discs wouldn't compare with what he and Mrs. Cochran enjoyed. He began to wonder just where she was going to display her new outfit when he heard a chime and a click which he thought indicated that the front door of the store was being locked. Tim hurried to the front of the store, stepping behind the counter. The clerk was gone, but there was a revolver on the bottom shelf. Then he heard some hurried steps in another part of the store and a door closed quietly. He was heading back to the curtained doorway when he heard Mrs. Cochran 's voice.

"Oh, you startled me, young man, " she said in a tone which sounded as though Mrs. Cochran did not mind being startled. Tim darted through the curtain. Mrs. Cochran was standing at one end of a store room, her hands on her hips and legs apart, posing for the young clerk. Ignoring Tim's arrival, she began a slow, sensuous walk toward the clerk, attired in a black corset the garters of which held up dark stockings. The thin high heels of her boots clicked across the floor at the tempo of a heart beat. The clerk looked as though he might faint dead away. Tim stayed where he was, thinking that Mrs. Cochran was going to handle this without any interference from him.

"Young man, you really don't have a dressing room in this place, do you?"

"N-n-o, ma'am."

"And you wanted to spy on me, didn't you?"

"N-n-o, ma'am."

She stopped a few feet in front of him. "Well, now that you're here, tell me what you think." Mrs. Cochran slowly turned, letting her hands explore her body, finally letting them rest on the crouch of her panties. She turned again, bending her ass toward her admirer while her hands caressed her ample ass cheeks.

"I ain't never seen nothing like that before, ma'am, 'cept in porn flicks."

"And I can tell that you're getting quite hard, aren't you, young man?"

He looked down. "Sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry. I'm pleased I made you hard. Why don't you take your cock out and show me how hard you are?"

He did not hesitate. He fumbled a few seconds at the front of his trousers, then his large-headed cock appeared in one hand.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Harold, ma'am, Harold Jones."

"Harold, I feel like playing with myself right now. You don't mind, do you/"

"Oh, no, ma'am."

"Why don't you play with yourself at the same time, Harold. Okay?"

Mrs. Cochran peeled the cups of her corset down over her tits and let her hands slowly play over them. She imagined herself in one of the videos she had been watching over the last few days. She was recalling one in particular in which the blonde in the black corset displayed her body in the kitchen while a delivery boy played with himself. The boy eventually ate her pussy and she in turn sucked his cock, but Mrs. Cochran had no intention of carrying on her scene to that extent with this young man named Harold. She only wanted to titillate him, and feel her sexual power over him.

"Oh, my nipples are getting so hard and they tingle. Oh, I love that feeling. They need to be sucked

and sucked hard. Would you like to suck my tits, Harold?"

The mesmerized clerk could only nod. Mrs. Cochran waved her index finger in front of Harold, saying, "But you can't. But you can watch while my very special friend sucks my tits."

She motioned to Tim to join her.

" Don't you wish you were my special friend, Harold, so you could put your mouth all over my nipples and suck as hard as you wanted?"

Tim sucked on Mrs. Cochran, not forgetting that this was Mrs. Cochran's private performance for Harold He glanced over at the pudgy clerk whose face was blank, whose hand ran over his cock in firm, determined strokes. Mrs. Cochran gently pushed Tim aside and her hips took on a slow, grinding motion that suggested she was in the throes of fucking while standing up. 

"Oh, my god, Harold. Having my tits sucked like that has started my pussy to burn. What shall I do? Harold, would you like to fuck me and put the fire out?"

This time Harold's nod was more emphatic.

"I know. I know what I'll do. I'll put the fire out myself."

Mrs. Cochran slowly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Both young men could see that her pink shaved pussy was glistening with moisture. She spread her legs and brought her panties to her waiting pussy, stuffing the material partially into the entrance of her hole. Her hips took on the same motion as she threw her head back, her mass of gold red hair streaming down her back. Then she looked toward Harold, right at his cock.

"Oh, Harold. Harder, harder. I'm so close and I know you are, too. Cum, Harold, cum for me, baby. When I see you cum, I'll cum with you. Do it. Harder. I want to see you shoot it at me."

Mrs. Cochran gradually moved toward Harold, taking away her wadded up panties, until her naked throbbing pussy was only inches from the wet red head of his cock. She pulled her pussy lips apart breathing," I'm here for you, baby. Cum for me, baby."

"Oh, god! Goddammit! Oh fuck!" Harold called out.

Tim watched Harold's wad shoot out several inches in a thick, creamy stream, hit Mrs. Cochran's pussy and run down the inside of her legs. Harold's second, shorter stream dropped to the floor in a small puddle. The clerk looked disappointed that his encounter with Mrs. Cochran was over so quickly.

She turned away from him saying, "You'd better clean yourself up, young man, and wipe the floor. Then get out while I change."

Tim looked at the dejection on Harold's face. Mrs. Cochran had used him and now was finished with him. Tim couldn't help asking himself: Is that my fate as well?

4th Encounter 

Outside the store Tim said, " You really humiliated that guy. You happy?"

"You mean you didn't like the show?"

"I don't know where you're going with this, Mrs. Cochran, but I liked things better when there were just the two of us.."

"There'll always be time for just the two of us, Tim. But I'm out for new experiences. New thrills. New kicks. Aren't you?"

Tim avoided the question and said, "We better get started back, Mrs. Cochran."

"Not just yet, Tim," she said looking across the road.

Tim followed her eyes and saw the truck they had followed just a little while ago. It was parked in a lot behind the truck-stop. And the driver himself was hurrying across the road toward her.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Mrs. Cochran."

"Then you can stay here and hang out with Harold. This is my afternoon and I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest." She put her hand out for the keys and Tim reluctantly placed them in her palm.

"Okay, if that's what you want. But I'm coming along."

"Of course, you're not. This is just for me. I'll pick you up in a little while."

"Maybe I won't be here, Mrs. Cochran."

"Suit yourself, Tim. But I think you're acting like a child."

"And I think you're not being careful."

Tim watched Mrs. Cochran approach the driver. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but the driver nodded to the motel and she gave him the keys and let the young driver pat her on her ass. She threw the bags from the porn store on the back seat and didn't look at Tim when she got in. As he got in behind the wheel, the truck driver gave Tim a look which said: Looks like I just took your hot babe away from you -- man, you are a loser. The Jaguar peeled out of the lot in a cloud of dust and a squeal of tires on the loose gravel. They parked in front of a place called the Truck Stop Lounge attached to the run-down motel. Tim stood there as the driver and Mrs. Cochran went into the lounge, feeling like a kid who had been sent to his room for disappointing an adult. The pit of his stomach started to burn with jealously. It was an old familiar feeling, one he had felt in high school whenever he saw a girl he liked with another guy, one he knew he could never compete with for the girl's attentions.

Tim's first thought was to move on, thumb a ride back to Ravensfield, and let Mrs. Cochran take her chances. Well, it was nice while it lasted, he thought, but I still have Mrs. Standish He started walking intending to go back out to the highway, but he found himself crossing the road and heading for the lounge. Underneath his jealousy there was excitement building, an excitement to see what this attractive older woman would do with her new conquest. Tim knew that on some level he was being rejected by Mrs. Cochran, but like a cuckold husband, he wanted to see her with his successor, the new object of her sexual cravings.

The inside of the Truck Stop Lounge was dark, probably so the patrons couldn't see how shabby its interior was. Tim didn't see any sign of Mrs. Cochran and the driver, and he was relieved. He didn't want them to see him. He quietly ordered a beer from the beefy bartender, took a few sips and threw some money on the bar. The bartender moved down in front of the only other customer, a man who was as big as the bartender. Tim slid off the bar stool and turned a sharp corner at the end of the bar. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Cochran and her new would-be lover without them seeing him. Hearing the low voices of the bartender and customer, Tim flattened himself against the wall.

"You get a load of that cunt Rick just walked in with?"

"Good enough to eat, I'd say. Where does Rick find'em?"

"They find him. You know he's got a way with women. 'Course, it don't hurt that he's got about nine hard inches."

"Yeah. Say, you don't suppose 'ol Rick would like to share her with us, would you, like that one last month? I don't mind sloppy seconds."




Encounters with Mrs. Cochran Ch. 02



"Me, neither. Let's see what happens. My guess is Rick'll get that cunt in his room and when he's fucked her awhile, he'll let us have at her."

"Hey, maybe we ought to give Howie a holler. He was here for the last one."

"To hell with Howie. This fuckin' cunt is for you and me, man."

Tim fought down an urge to barf up his beer. Then he heard the hushed voices of Mrs. Cochran and this driver named Rick. He slid further down the wall until he spotted them at the far end of the main room. There were no other customers in the place. Tim heard Mrs. Cochran laugh and say, "Why, Rick, you're such a naughty boy. I've got to get to know you better. I like naughty boys."

Rick laughed and said something inaudible. Then he slid next to Mrs. Cochran on the padded seat and they kissed noisily. Rick slipped his hand into her shirt front and Mrs. Cochran's hand went between Rick's legs. When they finally broke apart, Mrs. Cochran said,"Isn't there someplace we could go, Rick, so we could . . . you know . . .?"

"What about that kid you got with you?"

"Oh, he's just my driver. I give him a thrill once in a while. I told him to wait outside so we could have some time together."

"Well, he's gonna have a long wait, right baby? I gotta permanent room next door. C'mon."

Tim slipped into the restroom when they passed and came out just as Rick nodded meaningfully to the men at the bar. The bartender and the customer winked at each other as Mrs. Cochran went through the door with Rick's hand on her butt.

"I guess I'll be be closing up early for a time, George. We'll let Rick get the cunt all warmed up for us, then we'll fuck the shit out of her."

"Yeah, Hank, but what if she puts up a fight? I know the last one didn't, but this cunt might be different. She looks like a lady."

"They all fuck the same, don't they, George? Don't worry. I got some rope in the back. And I got something here to gag her with. He-he."

"Yeah, me too. I got it right here in my hand, getting' ready for that cunt's lady-like lips to go around it."

They both laughed until Hank the bartender looked up and said," Hey, where did that kid go who was just in here?"

Tim eased himself out a back door and gulped in some air and tried to think. What should he do? Should he do anything? Mrs. Cochran was after new sexual kicks, after all, kicks that apparently were not going to include him, and she certainly was not being careful about it. But would she consider forced sex with three men at once just the kind of thrill she was seeking? Mrs. Cochran wanted the excitement all right, but it had to be excitement with her consent, on her terms, Tim felt. Hank and George had physical abuse in mind if Mrs. Cochran resisted submitting to their lust. 

And after all, Mrs. Cochran was the mother of his good friend, Rod. That alone, he thought, imposed some obligation on him to protect her. But how? He stopped and placed his hand on the building to steady himself, because a thought hit him right between the eyes -- what kind of protection could he give her - he, who only weighed a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet, whose build was slight compared to these three big, strong men, two of whom probably out- weighed him by sixty pounds, and who only had one thing on their minds -- gang-banging Mrs. Cochran?

4th Encounter to be continued...



Encounters with Mrs. Cochran Ch. 03



Sex without consequences always has consequences.

4th Encounter continued

I 

Mrs. Cochran eyed herself in the cracked mirror in the bathroom of room #1 of the Off the Highway Motel. She liked what she saw. She wore the black corset, dark stockings and high heel boots she had just purchased across the road at the porn store. She suppressed a giggle of embarrassment when she thought of the first time she had worn the outfit not more than a half-hour before. It was in front of the porn store clerk named Harold who had stood there transfixed, masturbating while she shamelessly displayed her pussy and tits and encouraged him to cum. And she had enjoyed every moment of her performance, enjoyed the power she had felt making Harold do her biding and then dismissing him as if he were nothing to her. 

She felt that now she had some insight into why the mature women who performed with young men in the many porn videos she had watched -- and masturbated with - recently at home on her husband's computer. Beside the pleasure of fucking someone other than your husband -- fucking just to fuck, with no consequences -- there was the element of control over the youthful lover, to make him victim for sex, a willing victim to be sure, but a victim all the same.

And Mrs. Cochran was about to add a second victim to her power this afternoon, a young handsome, tall and muscular, truck driver named Rick, whom she had picked up -- indeed, seduced -- while masturbating on Tim's hand on the front seat of her Jaguar while Rick looked on in his passing truck.

He was in the next room on the bed probably already hard with anticipation. That thought thrilled her. And the setting to fuck this handsome young truck driver was perfect -- a shabby room in a run-down motel out in the middle of nowhere, a perfect place for illicit sex, for sex without consequences.

But what about Tim? Well, she had treated him badly, she knew, but hadn't she warned him about doing what she wanted on her terms? She pictured him pouting back in the parking lot or out on the highway thumbing a ride. I'll pick him up on my way back home, she thought, he'll probably want to hear all about my encounter with Rick. She smiled as she turned from the bathroom mirror, flipped off the light and opened the door on Tim's afternoon replacement.

II

Time had stopped dead for Tim Griffin. He stood by the back door of the Truck Stop Lounge, indecisive, and, yes, as much as he hated to admit it, scared shit-less. Mrs. Cochran was in one of the rooms in the Off the Highway Motel with a hunky truck driver named Rick at whom she was throwing herself for another afternoon sexual thrill. But what she didn't know was that her one- on- one encounter with Rick was about to be interrupted by Hank and George, the bartender and customer respectively, who intended to share this gorgeous older married woman with their friend, turning it into an abusive gang-bang.

Tim wanted nothing so much as to get away and let Mrs. Cochran take her chances. After all, she had willingly sought sex with this truck driver guy, so why shouldn't she suffer the consequences? Besides, she had humiliated Tim as she had earlier humiliated the clerk at the porn store. What did he owe her now? But the nagging thought that Mrs. Cochran was still the mother of his good friend prevented him from just walking away. But what can I do against these strong guys? he asked himself almost aloud.

He circled the lounge and approached Mrs. Cochran's silver Jaguar parked in front. Tim was surprised it was unlocked. He remembered seeing Mrs. Cochran hand the keys to Rick. The truck driver's excitement in the anticipated fuck-session with Mrs. Cochran obviously made him forget to lock the car. He probably still had the keys on him. The chauffeur's uniform Tim had worn for a while was thrown on the back seat, but the plastic bags containing the corset and boots Mrs. Cochran had purchased across the road at the porn store were gone. Evidently she was going to put on a little show for Rick, not knowing she would soon have a larger audience.

Tim popped the trunk and located a tire iron tucked away in a pocket. The length and weight of it gave him brief encouragement that perhaps the threat of its use would deter these men in their lust for Mrs. Cochran. Probably not, he second guessed himself, they'll just take it away and use it on me.

He heard the back door of the lounge open and peered around the corner watching the broad backs of Hank and George head for the twenty or so motel units set back from the lounge. One of them carried several coils of yellow and orange bungee cords. They hurried for unit #1 and banged on the door. Tim didn't wait to see them go in. He had just remembered something, something that would even the odds in his favor, and he turned and ran in the opposite direction.

III

Mrs. Cochran emerged from the bathroom and found Rick on the bed fully clothed with his hands clasped behind his head. He looked at her without a smile and said," Yeah, baby, I figured you had some slut in you when I saw you come out of the porn shop. That kid of yours help you pick that out?"

"I picked it out just for you, Rick. I was hoping we'd meet like this ever since I saw you looking down on me from your truck."

"Yeah, baby. You were working your pussy pretty good back there. Let's see you work on it right here. I want you nice and wet when I eat you."

He was a bit crude, Mrs. Cochran decided, much like Tim in the beginning. But Rick's blunt manner and lack of class was just what she wanted at this moment. She'd turn him on, fuck him and get back on the road to home in time for dinner with her husband. She started for the end of the bed, but Rick caught her hand and laid it on the mound between his legs.

"Take my cock out, baby. I want you to see it get good and hard while you play with yourself."

Mrs. Cochran slowly undid Rick's jeans allowing his ample cock to half rise from his clothing. He began to stroke it slowly saying, "You like that, baby? I can see that you do. You're a real whore, aren't you, baby? Not that it matters, but you know my name and I don't know yours."

"You can call me 'Lucky.' "

"Well, Lucky, this is your lucky day. 'Cause you're going to have my big 'ol cock in your pussy, down your throat and up in your little 'ol ass hole."

"Please, Rick. I want us to take our time."

"Sure, Lucky, take your time. Then 'ol Rick'll take his time."

Mrs. Cochran began to get nervous. This young man named Rick wasn't pliable like Tim or Harold at the porn store. He wasn't going to let her control the situation and she gathered that he would not be gentle with her. She thought she wouldn't mind a little enthusiastic sex, but she certainly didn't want to be handled roughly and hurt and carry home any marks on her body. She slipped her hand down her panties and started to masturbate for Rick, letting her hips gyrate slowly, feeling her moisture beginning to secrete. She closed her eyes and saw an image of Tim. Tim. Where was he? Was he right outside the door? Should she call to him now, and call this whole thing off?

"That's it, baby. That's it, Lucky. Man, you're making my cock hard. And you're going to make it stay hard, aren't you? You'd like to get your sweet lips around this big 'ol cock of mine, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Rick." She couldn't say anything else.

"You're going to suck me dry and swallow my cum, just like a good little whore."

"If you like, Rick."

"I like. And you're going to get down on the floor and let 'ol Rick fuck you from behind like a big 'ol dog, aren't you, you fuckin' filthy whore?" 

Mrs. Cochran was suddenly very frightened. This man was not playing a role. He really didn't like women. And sex for him was a power trip against any woman who was unfortunate enough to find him attractive.

"I'm not a fucking filthy whore," she almost cried. " And this was a terrible mistake. I'm leaving."

She started for the bathroom thinking she could lock herself inside and hope that Tim would come. But Rick was off the bed, taking her by the shoulders and shoving her against the wall.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch. I had you figured right from the start. A rich bitch, driving around in a Jaguar, picking up some guy for kicks 'cause her rich husband can't fuck her right.

Well, 'ol Rick knows the right way to fuck a rich bitch like you."

He slapped her hard, knocking her head against the wall. He reached down and ripped off her panties. In her high heel boots Mrs. Cochran's pussy was on the same level as Rick's hard cock and he had no trouble in thrusting it into her hole. She couldn't resist as his strong muscular body pressed against her. She could feel his hard muscles flexing under his hot skin and his large hard cock fucking her with relish. His violent fucking slammed her against the wall again and again. His stale breath blew on her face and she could hardly breathe. In the distance of her consciousness there was no feeling of a coming orgasm, but only pain from which she could not escape. She called out,"Oh, god, please! Let me go. You're hurting me." Then his rough fingers were around her throat, choking off her pleas. He's going to kill me, she thought.

She suddenly became aware of knocking on the door. Tim! It had to be Tim. This violent woman- hater would surely let her go now. But then she heard a voice that dashed her hopes. "Hey, Rick. Let us in, man. You can't keep that cunt all to yourself."

"Hold it," Rick called out and then shoved his cock hard into Mrs. Cochran. She could feel his hot ejaculation shoot up inside her and tears of despair flowed down her face.

"Goddamn," Rick breathed." That was the greatest fuck I've ever had. I'm going to fuck you again, bitch, and so are my friends." 

He threw her on the bed and went to the door letting in two large older men with bellies over their belt buckles and several days of beard growth on their hard expectant faces. Mrs. Cochran rolled off the bed and reached for the bathroom door. But they were on her in an instant. Something hairy and dirty was pushed in her mouth and many hands pulled her arms behind her binding her wrists with cords.

There was a voice in her ear. "Just relax, lady. We won't hurt you. We just want to fuck you. Relax and enjoy it." 

Then another voice said," Yeah, then you can go home and tell your husband how you really want to be fucked. Heh-heh."

"Get her on the bed. I'm fucking this whore again." It was Rick's voice.

The two men lifted her on the bed, her arms still bound underneath her. There was no use in resisting now, she thought, they would have their way with her and then let her go. Her only hope was that there would no more pain like Rick had inflicted when fucking her against the wall. She watched a Rick take off his clothes and turn sideways showing her the seven or so inches of flesh that was about to invade her once again. He lifted and spread her legs roughly and guided the large head of his cock to her pussy opening. He teased her pussy lips with his cock head.

"You like that, baby? No, you're a whore, a real whore. You want that cock way up into you, don't you? Well, here it comes. I'm going to ream you out, you filthy bitch!"

Mrs. Cochran lay under Rick impassively as he stroked her hard and deep. She willed herself not to respond; her only thought was, when they're through with me they'll let me go, they won't kill me, they won't hurt me, they'll just let me go. She was aware that the other two men were taking turns holding her down while the other dropped his clothes to the floor. Then the gag was torn from her mouth and immediately a cock was inserted between her lips. A hand to her head brought her lips over the cock forcefully and she felt it fill her mouth and block her throat causing her to gag. Then that cock was withdrawn and another was forced into her mouth.

"Suck me, bitch. Suck me good," a voice urged to one side of her. A voice from the other side said,

"Yeah, bitch, treat us right and we'll fuck you right. One of us gets your pussy and the other one gets your asshole. Heh-heh."

It seemed to go on for hours, one cock than the other. She let them guide her mouth repeatedly over their hard flesh. She could do nothing else. Rick finally grunted in her face and pulled himself free.

"God, this bitch fucks good, don't she?" he said.

One voice answered, "And she don't suck too bad, neither."

The other voice said, "Let me have her a while. I gotta cum real bad."

His companion said, "Hey, man, let's do it like last time. Let's cum on her together."

For a minute or so, Mrs. Cochran did not have a cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and listened to the hard breathing of the men on either side of her. Please, she thought, please let me go, please let this be the end.. A voice called out," Oh, man. Oh, fuck." And the other voice responded, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here it cums, bitch."

Mrs. Cochran, her eyes still closed, felt their warm discharge hit her face and trickle down her cheeks, her chin and then her neck. She thought her body had never felt so dirty, that she never felt so filthy inside, or so totally used. But was it over? Please let it be over.

She heard Rick say, "Get her on the floor while we're still kinda hard. I promised her she'd be fucked like a dog. Now she's going to be fucked by three dogs."

Hands pulled her up to a sitting position and she felt their cum slither further down her chin and neck.

"Please no more," she said. "I beg you."

Rick put his hands on his hips and said," I like it when they beg. Get her on her knees so she can really beg right. Go on, you filthy rich bitch. Beg. I want to hear how a rich bitch can beg."

Mrs. Cochran was now on her knees, hands tied behind her, weeping uncontrollably.

"Now look what you done -- you made the bitch cry. I can't stand to hear'em cry." one man said. 

"Wait a minute. Hold it," the other man said. "I hear something."

There was a scrapping sound at the door and then a clank of metal on metal, then a tearing sound as if wood were being split. The inside door handle dropped to the floor and the door was kicked open.

IV

Only minutes before,Tim laid a fifty on the counter in front of Harold. He had just visited the ATM at the truck stop.

"What's that for?" Harold asked warily.

"The gun you keep under the counter."

"What gun? There ain't no gun . . . "

Tim pushed the clerk out of the way, reached for the bottom shelf and came up with a black handled

double-action .38.

"Hey, that don't belong to me."

Tim palmed another fifty and said," Now it belongs to me."

"What you gonna do?"

"I'm getting your sexy friend out of a jam."

"Holy shit. Can I come with you?" 

On his way back across the road he broke the gun open. Six rounds. Could he really use this against these men if necessary to free Mrs. Cochran? He would soon find out. He pushed on the door to #1 and verified it was locked. He could hear only muffled sounds. No use knocking -- the thing to do was to get in there and get Mrs. Cochran out. The door was old and cheap, but it still gave him some trouble. He stuck the gun in his belt and used the tire iron like a crowbar. The weathered wood quckly gave way and a hard whack on the door knob freed the door. He yanked the gun from his waistband, kicked at the door and took two steps into the room. The bartender was on his knees behind Mrs. Cochran about to shove his cock into her rear. He looked over his shoulder at Tim and yelled, " Jesus Christ! It's that goddamned kid -- and he's got a fuckin' gun." Tim brought the tie iron up in a threatening gesture and waved the gun across the room Just like a goddamned movie, he thought. He felt a terrible pounding in his chest and he could hardly take a breath. His voice was weak, but he managed to get the words out.

"Untie her and let her up."

Rick stepped forward. " Well if it ain't the cunt's driver. We're just having a little fun here, kid. Maybe you'd like to join in. We're not through yet."

"Oh, yes you are."

"Suppose you put down that gun and we'll talk this over," Rick said while moving forward.

Tim aimed the gun right between Rick's legs and said," I don't think a guy with no clothes on and a shriveled up dick ought to be telling anyone what to do. Now take those cords off and get her to her feet."

"And what if we don't? " Rick taunted. He put his fists on his hips and turned to the other two.

"I think this kid is gutless. He won't pull the trigger. It's probably not even loaded." Rick took another step toward Tim.

Tim took a deep breath. He was now quite prepared to use both the tire iron and the gun on any of them if he were rushed. He smiled at the naked man coming toward him, raised the gun and squeezed off a shot. The discharge was deafening, bringing half the ceiling down in a small avalanche coating the three naked men in white plaster. Tim wanted to laugh; they looked like three bewildered zombies. Rick fell to the floor as if wounded. The customer named George fell back over a chair. Hank the bartender just stood there and started to urinate on the carpet. He said," I think we better do what he says. That shot might bring the state troopers." He looked down at the puddle he had made and raised his hands. "Don't shoot. We'll do what you say. I'll untie her."

Hank went to Mrs. Cochran, got her to her feet and unwound the cords from her wrists. She turned toward Tim, her eyes dull with pain and anguish, her face wet with tears and cum. Tim motioned her to stay quiet and turned to Hank.

"Get her a towel," he ordered.

Mrs. Cochran sat on the bed and buried her face in the towel. She started to cry again, her shoulders shaking. Rick got to his feet and took another step placing himself directly in front of Tim, his fists ready to take a swing.. "You're making a big mistake, asshole. You and this whore will never make it out of here alive."

It was evident that Rick was not about to show weakness in front of his two buddies, nor was he about to show weakness in front of the woman he had just abused. Tim knew he had to take Rick out of commission. He swung the tire iron across Rick's knee like batting a low pitched ball. A banshee-like scream tore from Rick's throat. He dropped to the floor, his lower leg splattered with blood.

"The son of a bitch broke my fuckin' leg," he wailed. The others in the room ignored Rick's agony. Their attention was focused entirely on Tim. Mrs. Cochran's face was covered by the towel except for her eyes which were large with fear.

George the customer got up from the floor. "Please, mister. We didn't mean nothin'. Just having a little fun."

"Sure," Tim replied. "Fun. Get the clothes the lady was wearing and put them on the bed."

Mrs. Cochran raised her face from the towel and turned toward Tim. Her eyes now said, please get me out here, get me away from these men, take me home, please. Tim nodded and said, "Now it's my turn to have a little fun."

"Aren't you going to let us go?" Hank implored.

"Sure. You can leave right now. Pick up your friend and start moving. Now."

"Wait. We ain't got no clothes on."

"That's right. Move." Tim pointed the gun at the ceiling.

"No, no. Wait. We're goin'."

The two men struggled with Rick who was blubbering like a baby and slowly made their way out. Hank turned around at the door and said," Hope we didn't hurt you none, lady." Tim kicked the door shut and went to Mrs. Cochran. She stood up in his arms.

"Oh, Tim."

"We got to get out of here, Mrs. Cochran. Those guys might be naked, but they probably got friends close by. Where are the keys?"

She manged to point to Rick's jeans on the floor and Tim pulled the Jaguar's keys from one pocket.

"Grab your clothes."

"Please, Tim. Can't I change?" She looked down at the corset and said," I never want to wear this ugly thing again." 




Encounters with Mrs. Cochran Ch. 03



"You can change in the car. We gotta move."

Tim gathered the men's clothing from the floor and handed a shirt to Mrs. Cochran.

"I don't want to wear that filthy thing."

"Put it on, Mrs. Cochran. Your private parts are hanging out."

He took her by the arm and half- dragged, half-carried her to the Jaguar. On the way Tim threw the clothing of Mrs. Cochran's abusers in a dumpster in the parking lot. Over his shoulder he watched Rick and his friends shamble toward the back of the lounge, walking gingerly on the hard, stony surface of the parking lot in their bare feet. Rick was still crying, hobbling on one leg, leaving a thin trail of blood. Tim wanted to laugh with relief, but he knew he wouldn't feel safe until they were miles down the road. He eased Mrs. Cochran onto the back seat, shoved the Jaguar in reverse, turned onto the road and headed for the highway. He caught a glimpse of the three naked men coming around the corner of the Truck Stop Lounge and smiled. Hank the bartender had unwittingly locked them all out and he would soon learn his keys were somewhere at the bottom of the dumpster. Tim amused himself with that thought for the next mile or so while he listened to Mrs. Cochran weep in anguish on the back seat. Then the lights and siren of a state trooper's car sailed passed them going north, and Tim concentrated on putting distance between them and the town of Garland.

After a little while Mrs. Cochran stopped crying. He found a secluded dirt road off the highway and pulled under a large shade tree. When he opened the rear door and reached for her to help her out of the car, she waved him away.

"Please don't. Just go away for a while."

Tim ambled down the road a bit and did not look back. When he returned to the car Mrs. Cochran was dressed in her jeans and blouse. Her eyes were red and swollen and her mouth had become a hard thin line. Tim wanted to comfort her and tried to put his arms around her.

"Don't," she said pushing him away. "I don't want anyone touching me. Look what I've become."

Mrs. Cochran's voice was subdued and distant as if it no longer belonged to her. In a few miles Tim stopped at a rest area to allow her to freshen up. When she got back in the car she slipped on a pair of dark glasses and stared straight ahead, not saying another word all the way back to Ravensfield. Tim kept silent himself. He wanted to pull over somewhere and take her in his arms. But he somehow knew that Mrs. Cochran would reject any attempt on his part to comfort her. It seemed to take forever to get back to the shopping center.

"Stop here. I'll walk to the car," she told him with a voice of resignation as he pulled into the parking area.

The suggestive swing of her ass and hips she had used on the truck driver was gone. Mrs. Cochran marched to her Jaguar as if in a trance. She did not look back. Tim watched her drive away. He felt a deep regret which seemed to empty him. He sat in his truck for what seemed like hours. He felt utterly spent from his rescue of Mrs. Cochran. He closed his eyes and slumped in his seat, and was almost asleep when a thought startled him out of his semi-consciousness. Was this it? Was this the last encounter with Mrs. Cochran?



Encounters with Mrs. Cochran



"Undo your jeans, Mrs. Cochran. "

She was so excited now that she could hardly do otherwise. Tim came behind her and lowered her jeans below her ass, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her skimpy panties. He whispered in her ear, " You're wet, Mrs. Cochran."

"Oh, god, Tim."

"Tell me what you want me to do, Mrs. Cochran."

"Please, Tim. Couldn't we go upstairs to the bedroom?"

"Not now. You got me too excited, Mrs. Cochran. Feeling your wet pussy is driving me crazy. Do you like my hand on your pussy?"

"Yes, yes, I do, Tim."

"Then tell me. "

"I like your hand on my . . . my pussy."

"Would you like my fingers inside your pussy, Mrs. Cochran?"

"Yes, yes I would."

"Then say it, Mrs. Cochran. Say what you want."

"Yes, Tim. Put your fingers inside my pussy."

"Do you want me to finger fuck you, Mrs. Cochran?"

"Oh, god, yes. Finger fuck me, Tim. Finger fuck my wet pussy!" 

She grabbed his wrist as she felt Tim's fingers enter her sopping chamber and begin a slow fuck-like motion. To increase the pleasure, Mrs. Cochran let her hand slide over Tim's fingers, pressing them deeper into her wetness and increasing their action. At the same time, she felt Tim's other hand pull her panties down from behind, and then suddenly his fingers entered her bum hole.

"Oh!"

"Relax, Mrs. Cochran."

She felt Tim's hands keep up a slow steady rhythm and soon pleasurable sensations were flowing through her body. She let her hips take on the rhythm of Tim's hands. She closed her eyes and imagined Tim on top of her, thrusting himself up into her. 

"That's it, Mrs. Cochran," Tim whispered. " Now bring your hand back and rub my cock."

His use of such vulgar names for the moment did not offend her and she pressed her hand on the swollen front of his shorts. Then her hand was inside his shorts feeling the hard pulsations of his warm cock. Her hand was soon sticky with Tim's secretions as she felt her own juices flow.

Vaguely Mrs. Cochran felt something she couldn't describe build up in her. She had not felt such a sensation for years, not from a man, but she wanted it to come to her stronger and faster. This was far better than her own masturbation. She threw her head back on Tim's shoulder and urged, " Oh, god. Do it harder, Tim. I feel it. Please."

"You're about to cum, Mrs. Cochran. Let it happen."

She could hardly breathe, but she screamed and heard her own voice cry out, " Oh, fuck, fuck FUCK!"

Tim let her down into a chair and when he heard her breathing relax he ordered, " Take your jeans and panties off, Mrs. Cochran."

She now knew that they were not leaving the kitchen area, but already she was looking forward to what this young man had in store for her. She bent over to unstrap her sandals.

"No. Leave your high heels on, Mrs. Cochran. You'll look even sexier naked in high heels."

"Yes, Tim." I feel sexy, she thought.

She pulled panties and jeans off over her heels and threw them on the table.

"Now spread your legs, Mrs. Cochran, and ask me to eat your pussy."

"Tim, I -"

"I'm going to make you cum again, Mrs. Cochran. Now say it."

"Yes, Tim. Please do it."

"Not 'til you say it." 

"Please eat, please eat my . . . pussy."

"Good. Now take your fingers and spread your pussy lips."

He was instantly down between her legs, running his tongue over and inside her glistening cunt. He grabbed her ass and brought her into his mouth, now kissing and biting at her swollen lips. Once again this boy was bringing her to that place she hadn't been in years. Mrs. Cochran braced her legs across Tim's narrow shoulders. She placed her hands behind his head increasing his mouth's pressure on her pussy. She heard her own voice from out of nowhere calling to Tim. "Eat my pussy. Eat it!"

Mrs. Cochran could hardly believe it, but that overwhelmingly pleasurable tension was returning. It seemed to be off in the distance, approaching oh so slowly. She wanted that feeling to take its time. She pushed Tim's mouth away.

"Just your tongue,Tim. Lick my pussy. Oh, my god, just like that. So beautiful. So beautiful."

But then suddenly it was on her again. Through clinched teeth she called to Tim, "Eat me. Eat me!" and pulled him once more to her pulsating cunt with even greater force.

When he finally pulled away, she saw that his face was wet with her pussy juices.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I couldn't help myself. I can't remember the last time I had a climax with a man. And now you've given me two in a matter of minutes."

Tim grabbed a towel and brushed it across his face.

"I like having your juice on my face, Mrs. Cochran. And now you're about to have my cum on your face."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Sure you do."

"I couldn't do that. I've never done that, not even with my husband."

"It's time you sucked cock, Mrs. Cochran."

Tim kicked off his sneakers and brought his shorts and briefs to the floor. His long skinny cock jutted straight out at her. Mrs. Cochran noticed that it was particularly red. Tim jumped up on a counter and motioned to her.

"Couldn't I . . . you know, just rub your penis a little?"

"Penis? It's a cock, Mrs. Cochran, or a dick, if you prefer. Now get over here."

She came to him reluctantly and stood there gazing at his hard rod.

"You're awfully long. I don't think - "

"Take it in your hand, Mrs. Cochran. That's it. Run your hand up and down. Not too fast. Not too hard. Just like that. "

"You're thing is really wet. Are you like climaxing already?"

"You and Mr. Cochran must fuck in the dark. No that's just a little dick juice. Spread it around. It'll be smoother going in and out of your mouth."

"I couldn't put that thing - "

"Cock, Mrs. Cochran. Say it."

"I couldn't put your cock in my mouth."

"Look. I promise I won't cum in your mouth. Now kiss my cock, right on the head. Not much of a kiss. Now run your tongue up and down my cock. That's it. Feels really good. Now take my cock- head and put your lips around it and just hold it. Good. Feels nice and warm and hard, doesn't it? Now I want to feel your tongue going around my cock head. Oh, man. That feels good. Now I'll be real slow and gentle."

With his hands on the back of Mrs. Cochran's head, he brought her mouth slowly down the shaft, making every effort to control his urge to explode. Tim stopped her mouth about half-way and guided it back up to the head. He guided Mrs. Cochran's mouth up and down his cock several more times, her quiet sounds of protest subsiding.

"Look at me, Mrs. Cochran. I want to see my cock in your mouth. You're making me feel really good, just like I made you feel good. That's what fucking is all about. Now we're going to go a little faster and you're going to take more cock in your mouth."

Mrs. Cochran closed her eyes and made another protest sound. Tim ignored her reluctance. He knew he was about to cum and was struggling to hold it. He closed his eyes and pulled the older woman's mouth over his cock with more force, feeding more and more of his cock into her mouth. Finally her lips approached the end of his shaft and he heard Mrs. Cochran gag. He pulled his cock out, and holding her head in place, he shot his load onto the older woman's face, brushing his cock head across her closed mouth and nose. Tim's discharge had a kind of wet warm aroma she had never felt or smelled before. She thought of opening her mouth and running her tongue over the stickiness. She suppressed that thought and reached for a dish towel

"God, Tim. Please don't make me do that again."

Mrs. Cochran felt used. Was this act of degradation the price she had to pay to have sex with this boy? Then she remembered once more that recent afternoon when she had watched Monica Standish and Tim. Monnie certainly didn't appear as if she had felt degraded. Still Mrs. Cochran was aware of a kind of elation inside her, that she had the power to unleash such sexual aggression in Tim Griffith. She knew she wanted more of that force from him. She knew that this was the most exciting sexual encounter she had ever had.

"All right. Go and get yourself cleaned up and we'll get down to it."

"You mean - "

"The afternoon's still early yet, Mrs. Cochran, and you might notice that I'm still pretty hard. I haven't really fucked you yet. You do want to be fucked, don't you?"

"Please. "

"Mrs. Cochran."

"Yes?"

"You don't really have to say 'please', you know."

"Tim. Do we really have to stay in the kitchen? Couldn't you . . . couldn't you have me somewhere else in the house?"

"You mean fuck you in another part of the house?"

"Yes."

"Then say it, Mrs. Cochran. Say 'fuck'."

"Whatever you say, Tim. Please fuck me in another room."

"All right. Where do you suggest?"

"We have a guest bedroom upstairs."

"Well, I guess I'm a guest all right."

"Let me run up and freshen up a bit."

They both gathered their discarded clothing and Tim followed Mrs. Cochran up the staircase. He couldn't take his eyes off the smooth gyrations of her ass, and he thought, I'm going to take this bitch from behind, I'm going to fuck Mrs. Cochran's beautiful ass. Going down the hall, Tim passed what was obviously Rod's room. He thought, Rod, old buddy, I bet you never thought I'd be fucking your old lady, eating her pussy and making her suck my cock. Tim allowed himself a little chuckle as he lay down on the four poster bed in the guest bedroom and admired his still hard cock, the cock that would soon be pumping into Mrs. Cochran's pussy.

In her bedroom, Mrs. Cochran dumped her clothing on the bed, went to her dresser and reached for her bikini in the back of the bottom drawer. She went to the mirror and slowly drew the bikini on, feeling the wetness of her pussy and the hardness of her nipples penetrate the material. Mrs. Cochran couldn't help approving her image in the mirror, admiring the lift her high heels gave her butt and defined the muscles in her legs, and noting the way her ample breasts stretched the halter. Then she was at the guest bedroom door, feeling even more excitement from the lustful light in Tim's eyes and his pronounced erection.

"I don't have nerve enough to wear this at the pool at the club. And I've never worn it for my husband. But you have me doing things I thought I would never do, Tim. And all for you. I want to keep on doing what we've been doing. I think I'm a little in love with you,Tim."

"No, Mrs. Cochran. You're in love with fucking."

He crossed the room and once again kissed her hard, Mrs Cochran's tongue busy with his. Tim's hands fumbled with the halter and he finally ripped it from her tits. He sucked them again, this time using his teeth just a little. Mrs. Cochran's moans filled the bedroom. Finally she begged," Oh, Tim. Really do it to me. Really fuck me. Please."

He went to his knees and pulled the bikini panties down so that she could step out of the material. Mrs. Cochran started for the bed, but Tim grabbed her arm and pulled her to a dresser with a large mirror.

"You're a fucking bitch, Mrs. Cochran. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch. Spread your legs and stick out your ass."

There it was again, that feeling of being humiliated by her young sex partner. Still she felt helpless in the throes of Tim's passion and that of her own. She clung to the top of the dresser, feeling her legs parted and then the swift passage of Tim's cock into her cunt. He fucked her slowly with long strokes. Mrs. Cochran bent over a little more. She wanted to give Tim full access to her body. Her hips took on the same rhythm as Tim's strokes as she rocked back and forth on her high heels.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Mrs. Cochran. Look at yourself being fucked like a dog."

She hardly recognized the woman in the mirror. The face was flush and the mouth stretched in a hard line. Hair was almost obscuring the eyes which were hard and bright with a tinge of insanity. The thought flashed across her mind: Yes, I'm insane, insane with fucking Timmy Griffin. Fucking him has made me crazy and I want it to go on and on. I'll do whatever he wants.

"Oh, god. Fuck me, fuck me. FUCK ME-E-E!" 

III

Later when he had gone, she lay naked in her own bed, still wet with their fuck juices. She decided she wouldn't shower now. She decided she wanted to stay sticky with Tim's cum and her own pussy juice. She smiled and thought, I'll still be wet when Stacey comes home. Then she was bothered by another thought. How could she ever let her husband touch her again after reaching sexual fulfillment three times in the same afternoon by this young man named Tim Griffin.

As for Tim, driving home in late afternoon traffic, he thought the day had gone better than he could have hoped. He was certain Mrs. Cochran would want to continue their meetings, although neither had said anything about another encounter. He would make special plans for Mrs. Cochran. After all, she was his friend Rod's mother. And wouldn't it be wonderful if he could turn Mrs. Cochran into a real fucking-machine, the way Rod turned Mrs. Sutton into a woman who could fuck like a slut? He smiled to himself as he thought, between Mrs. Standish and Mrs. Cochran, I'm going to have a very busy summer.

2nd Encounter

I

The night was warm and close and the sound of the after-dark insects was loud, almost deafening. Tim was sweating, and he knew it was not just because it was a hot night or the fact he had just walked a mile from his house. He was on his way to a second encounter with Mrs. Cochran and the thought of being with her again made him giddy and hot with anticipated pleasure. Tim knew he was not popular with the young female college students his own age. So it was a mystery to him as to just why older women seemed to be attracted to him. Before Mrs. Standish there was Mrs. Toni Sutton, whom he shared with his friend Rod Cochran one memorable night on the "Steal Away", the yacht belonging to Tim's parents. And now the older woman in question was Rod's mother. Unbelievable, Tim thought.

It was a late Friday evening and not many lights were burning on the streets surrounding Mrs. Cochran's palatial home. Tim made his way easily through the wooded green spaces between the large estate houses. He paused several times, letting his hand slightly squeeze his hardness, imagining Mrs. Cochran's lips around his cock. Finally he reached her unlocked kitchen door. The house was dark and silent and cool. He stood for some seconds in the middle of the kitchen letting the memory of what had occurred with Mrs. Cochran just a few days ago before fill him with expectant enjoyment. Tim could hear only his own labored breathing over the hum of the air conditioning. He felt strings of sweat glide down his face and neck. He took a moment to wipe away the moisture and toss his cap on the counter where he had sat watching this older woman take his cock in her mouth. Mrs. Cochran had told him she would be waiting upstairs and he slowly stepped through several large rooms to the staircase. 

II 

The afternoon of the day after their first encounter found Mrs. Cochran back in the kitchen reliving those earlier hours with Tim. She had sent the housekeeper home early again. Her legs straddled a chair as she gently let her fingers bring her pleasure. It wasn't as good as having Tim inside her, but what was she to do when her young lover wasn't available? I'm obsessed with him, I know, she thought, but he's awakened something inside me. That something had been denied her, something her husband Stacy had denied her, something she had denied herself. Besides, Mrs. Cochran thought, he's strongly attracted to me, and maybe he'll prefer me over Monica Standish. She was almost embarrassed as she thought: why I'm thinking like a school girl. But she knew feeling young again and being wanted by a younger man was part of the pleasure she was now enjoying.

Mrs. Cochran wore a short black cocktail dress with stockings and stiletto high heels with her favorite jewelry. She knew it was nuts to get dressed up to masturbate in the kitchen, but the dress and especially the stockings and high heels made her feel sexy, and she wanted to feel very sexy while she imagined her pussy being eaten and fucked by her young lover. And Mrs. Cochran was pleased she was no longer hesitant about thinking the word 'fuck' even if she couldn't quite bring herself to voluntarily say it.

The phone rang, but she was hardly disturbed. It rang again and several more times before her husband's flat expressionless voice came on.

"We're not at home right now. But leave your name, your number and a brief message and we'll' get right back to you. "

"Mrs. Cochran? It's Tim Griffin. I was wondering when you might want me back to mow your lawn again."

The sound of his voice stabbed her with sexual delight. She reached for the phone, her wet fingers almost dropping it. " Yes, Tim," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. " We really should schedule a time for you to come back and do the lawn. " 

"The hell with that, Mrs. Cochran. When can I see you again? "

Oh, god, she thought, he wants me as much as I want him. It seemed incredible.

"Oh, Tim. I'm taking an awful chance having you come here again, but Friday night would be perfect. Rod's closing the bakery at nine and then going out on a date. Stacy will be out playing poker with his cronies and won't get home 'til three."

And now here she was, sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting to hear Tim's footsteps coming up the stairs to claim her as his own for the night. She thought, should I let him take charge of our rendezvous tonight, or should I direct him as to what I want? No, if I want this affair with Tim, then it's got to be on my terms; I've got to get the upper hand tonight.

Mrs. Cochran was wearing the same outfit she had on in the kitchen when Tim had called the other day -- black cocktail dress, dark stockings held in place with a black garter belt and shiny black stilettos with gold-tips on the dagger-like high heels. She switched on the adjoining bathroom light to once again examine herself in the full-length mirror. She pulled up her skirt and felt the growing moisture at the front of her lacy black panties.

"Oh, Tim. Please hurry. "

Then a tantalizing thought came to Mrs. Cochran. She glided her panties down her legs and stepped out them, throwing the garment on the bed. She giggled in anticipation of what she was about to do and holding her skirt waist high, she stepped to the hallway, knowing she was also taking a step to control all future meetings with Tim.

III

Tim felt his heart race like that of a runner as he started to mount the stairs. There was a shallow light spilling into the upstairs hallway and he caught his breath. The dim light revealed Mrs. Cochran sitting on the top step, her skirt pulled up her thighs, her knees wide apart, her fingers toying with her pussy. Her voice was low, tinged with a wicked huskiness.

"Tim, you've kept me waiting, you bad boy. Now get down on your knees and crawl up the stairs and beg me to let you eat my pussy. "

"Yes, Mrs. Cochran, " he said, thinking, so she wants to play games tonight; I'll play along. 

He crawled slowly, never taking his eyes off the object of his sudden passion until his mouth was inches from Mrs. Cochran's fuck-hole. With one hand she spread her pussy lips apart. The other hand she placed on the back of Tim's head, pressing his face even closer to her wet hole, but holding him back by his hair.

"Tell me how much you want my pussy, bad boy," she hissed.

"I want your pussy more than anything, Mrs. Cochran, " Tim said thinking, she's turning the tables on me.

"Say 'Please, Mrs. Cochran. Please let me eat your pussy. ' "

"Please let me eat your pussy, Mrs. Cochran."

She pulled him tightly between her legs and instantly felt Tim's tongue shoot up into her warm, wet channel and his teeth nibble at her cunt. One of the recurring fantasies Mrs. Cochran had while masturbating had come true. And she had made it come true by suddenly taking control of her new young lover. It had only been days since their first encounter, but during those days,Mrs. Cochran had awakened a hot passion for sex she never knew she possessed. But now she was caught in its throes, and she hoped that it would never let go. She hardly recognized this new Mrs. Cochran, but she knew she would never go back to that old boring sex life that was hardly a life at all. And finally she thought, Tim is mine, I'm going to make him mine. He might visit Monica Standish sometimes, but tonight and future nights and days of my choosing, he would be hers. And the only thing she wanted from this young enthusiastic lover was his stamina to fuck her and fuck her until she could take no more.




Encounters with Mrs. Cochran



"Harder!" she pleaded. " Eat me harder. Make me cum. I want to cum now! "

Mrs. Cochran pulled Tim's face hard into that wet throbbing thing that she used to just think of as her vagina. But now this pussy, this cunt, of hers was the source of almost violent pleasure and she used Tim unsparingly to bring her to orgasm. She heard him gasping for breath and felt him trying to pull away for air, but she didn't care. Mrs. Cochran raised her hips into Tim's face as if trying to stuff him into herself. Then it came.

"Oh, god! Oh,god! " She was crying. The explosion went on and on. Finally she had to let go of Tim and let her head fall back on the carpet in the hallway. She was aware that Tim had positioned himself over her, panting for breath. Then he brought his face, wet with her own pussy juices, down to hers and felt his mouth on her mouth, forcing her lips apart so she could taste herself on his tongue. She welcomed the taste and let the kiss go on. She thought, maybe I'm ready to taste his juice, and she saw herself kneeling before him willingly taking his young flesh into her mouth. She broke away saying, " I want more, Tim. I want more of you. "

Tim was in a daze. What had just happened was almost beyond belief. He had hoped to bring Mrs. Cochran around to the kind of abandoned sex he had learned to love the night he and Rod had used Mrs. Sutton for their own pleasure, and hers. But he thought that would only happen over time. But now it was apparent Mrs. Cochran had broken through any inhibitions she might have had within days. He helped her up and she almost pushed him into the bedroom, motioning him to sit on the bed. She slammed the door, locking it behind her, then leaned against it and folded her arms. Mrs. Cochran knew she was still under a wave of euphoria from her orgasm, but she could not let that stop her from letting her young lover know her terms for continuing the relationship.

"Let's have an understanding, Tim. When we started our little affair a few days ago, I made the first move, and let you have your way with me. But from now on, it'll be my choice as to when we meet and where we meet. We're going to meet at my convenience. Understand? "

Tim just stared at her and said, " Whatever you say, Mrs. Cochran, "

"I know you have this thing with Monica Standish. She' a very good friend of mine and I don't want her finding out about us. Is that clear? "

"I would never tell Mrs. Standish about you and me, Mrs. Cochran. What we have is for us. "

"Good. But I'm going to come first, you hear? If there's a conflict of time between you and Monica, I expect you to put me first. "

Tim smiled. " You want first fucking rights, is that right, Mrs. Cochran? "

She smiled back. " That's exactly right. I'll try to be as flexible as I can about our arrangement, but I have to protect myself. I'm sure you understand."

"Perfectly. "

"I'm doing things and saying things I thought I never would. But I'm not ashamed or sorry they happened. Are you? "

"No way, Mrs. Cochran. You're the most wonderful -- wonderful - "

"Most wonderful what, Tim?"

"I was going to say you're the most wonderful fuck I've ever had. "

She almost laughed with sudden delight.

"And I adore you, Tim. Come here." 

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

"Undress me, Tim. I want to be naked for you."

He was a bit awkward in pulling the dress over her head, but he had no trouble with her bra. She leaned against him while he fondled her breasts and ass.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Tim?"

"Mrs. Cochran. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known ( with the possible exception of Mrs. Toni Sutton, he thought). You have a great body and - "

"And what, Tim?"

"You know how to use it when you fuck."

I need to hear that, Mrs. Cochran thought, I need to know that I'm wanted, that I'm an object of real passion for someone.

"And I love to fuck you, Tim. There I've said it without prompting. Fuck. I like the sound of it now. I like saying it to you. Right now go over and sit at my dressing table."

Tim took a seat and watched as Mrs. Cochran slowly approach him in high heels, stockings and garter belt. She let her hands wander over her tits and ass and cunt.

"I feel so excited, Tim. Do you find me exciting?"

"Oh, god, yes, Mrs. Cochran. "

"Do you want to fuck me now, Tim?"

"I want to fuck you now and the rest of the night and tomorrow and whenever else you say, Mrs. Cochran."

She smiled. " And we will, Tim. But right now I want to do something else. "

Mrs. Cochran knelt down between his legs. She undid his belt and downed his fly, pulling his slacks and briefs to his ankles. She softly gripped Tim's hardened cock and looked into his eyes.

"Tim, do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Oh, god, yes, Mrs. Cochran. "

"Then say it. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to suck me. I want your mouth around my cock now. "

"Yes. Let's do it slowly. Let me kiss it a little and run my tongue up and down it. Then I'll take it all the way in my mouth and suck you off. Let yourself cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. " 

The supreme pleasure seemed to last for hours, and Tim wanted to scream out his surrender to Mrs. Cochran's mouth. He couldn't close his eyes. He wanted to watch every moment as this gorgeous older woman made love to his cock. Mrs. Cochran planted wet forceful kisses up and down and around his shaft, following the kisses by gliding her tongue over his pulsating flesh. Tim thought he saw an almost hungry look in her eyes as she took the head of his cock in her mouth and close her lips around it. He felt her hot tongue circle his head time after time, making him groan deeply. He fought down a temptation to force her mouth further down his cock, but he really wanted Mrs. Cochran to take her time and make this exquisite dream go on and on. 

Mrs. Cochran was thinking, look at me, down on my knees wearing only stockings and high heels, Tim's cock in my mouth, using my mouth as if it were another pussy -- and I'm doing it because I want to taste his hot flesh and cum and give him pleasure just like the pleasure he had just given me.

And finally Mrs. Cochran's mouth enveloped as much of his flesh as she could take and sucked back and forth over his still hardening cock with increasing speed. Tim felt his cock-head touch the back of her throat, but Mrs. Cochran did not gag. She seemed to widen her mouth even further, grabbing Tim's hips to pull his flesh into her hot mouth with even greater force. Then he gritted his teeth and uttered an eerie guttural sound bringing on an explosion he thought he hadn't felt since Mrs. Sutton's mouth had been around his cock earlier in the summer.

"Oh, god, yes! I'm cumming. Yes!"

Tim felt himself erupting into Mrs. Cochran's mouth numerous times, his thick, sticky cum cascading down her chin and neck. Something prompted him to pull his cock away from her mouth. He pumped his dick until more cum oozed out onto Mrs. Cochran's tits. She instinctively brought her nipples to the head of his cock, squeezing its head to wet her hard tips. Then she opened her mouth and let the cum she had been holding dribble out and spread onto her chest, tits and abdomen. But Tim saw that she still wasn't finished. Mrs. Cochran once again took his cock into her mouth and pulled it across her lips again and again.

She finally pulled away and stood up, grabbing his thin shoulders to steady herself. She wanted to talk, to tell Tim how wonderful it was to lose herself to such uncontrolled passion.

"I never -- never -- oh, god!"

"Yeah, I know. That was great, Mrs. Cochran. You're a real -- I mean -"

"Yes, Tim. I'm a real slut. That's what I've become. And I love it. I'm a little bit afraid of what I've become, but I love it, too."

She was being truthful. She had never felt such unbridled joy. And she owed it all to her young lover, whom she suddenly felt more possession over than she had ever felt for her husband Stacey. Would she ever be able to let Tim go back to Monica Standish without feeling jealousy?

"Hold me, Tim. Hold me close."

Mrs. Cochran fell into the arms of her young lover, feeling his still hard cock against her abdomen. 

"You don't have to go yet, do you, Tim?"

Tim looked down at his erection, taking it in one hand, and saying proudly, " I can fuck you all night, Mrs. Cochran. I'm still good and hard."

She smiled at the childishness of her young lover. " Go lie on the bed. I'll be right back and make you even harder."

She went to the bathroom and he heard water running and the click of her high heels on the tile floor. Tim pulled off his T-shirt and khakis and lay on the bed thinking, I'm about to fuck Mrs. Cochran again right where Mr. Cochran fucks her. Yeah, maybe she's become a slut all right, but now she's my slut. He turned his head and found her black lace panties near the pillow. He smiled, wiping his face with the garment and smelling Mrs. Cochran's musty aroma. Then he placed it over his rising cock, letting its satiny-feel make him harder.

In the bathroom Mrs. Cochran studied her face in the mirror. I don't look like I've changed, she thought, but I have. I want sex more than ever, especially with Tim, whenever I want. I want him to use me, and I'm going to use him often. Yes, I want him to fuck me day after day, whenever I say. I'm going to make him my -- what do they call it? - toy boy, yes, my toy boy. Now! She went to her bed on which now her young cocks-man was lying, not even thinking that it was the bed in which she let her husband occasionally fuck her. 

"Why, Tim. You are a bad boy, a really bad boy, playing with my underwear. Here, let me help."

She placed her hands over the little lacy tent and gently began to massage the warm hard flesh she felt under the fabric.

"That feels really good, Mrs. Cochran. I think I'll take your panties home and cum in them whenever I think about you. I think you've made me an underwear freak. "

She smiled. " As long as it's only my underwear. But right now I have a better idea. "

She took the panties away and mounted the bed swinging her leg over Tim's body until her cunt was over his upright cock.

"When I was a little girl, I used to go bareback riding. And now I'm going to ride you. You're going to be my stud. Put your cock in my pussy and be my stallion, Tim. " 

Tim slowly raised his hips feeling the warmth of Mrs. Cochran's pussy shield his ever hardening cock.

"Oh, that's good, so good. Now fuck me stud. Fuck me!"

Instantly Tim achieved the same rhythmic thrusts as the attractive older woman. His ass rose from the bed as Mrs. Cochran pounded her cunt down over his cock. He could feel her shear stockings rubbing hard against his legs and the tips of her high heels scratch against his shins. His dick felt larger that it had ever felt, even in fucking Mrs. Sutton or Mrs. Standish. He thought, I can fuck this older slut for hours and never tire. Mrs. Cochran was gripping his shoulders, her face close to Tim's, her hair masking her face, her breath coming in gasps. She lowered her mouth into Tim's neck and used her teeth.

"Faster, you goddamned little prick! " she almost shouted in his ear. " Fuck me hard. Make me cum. Make me cum. MAKE ME CUM!"

Tim grabbed a fistful of Mrs. Cochran's hair and pulled her head forcefully from his neck until she almost squealed in pain.

"You goddamned slut," he uttered between clinched teeth. " You goddamned filthy slut!"

Their words for each other brought on a mutual climax that left them both exhausted and spent. Their cries of relief seem to echo in the bedroom and down the hall and out to the street. Mrs. Cochran collapsed next to her toy boy and brought Tim's head to her tits where she held him like a baby. When she was finally able to speak, she said, " Beautiful, oh beautiful. Let's rest for a little while, Tim. Then I want you to take me in the bathroom and fuck me in front of the mirror just like the other day when you fucked me like a dog. I want to watch you fucking me from behind up my ass. " She felt such bliss she could hardly believe her own voice.

Tim could only nod thinking, please don't let me fall asleep, please make me hard again. Then on the edge of his consciousness he heard voices, voices which seemed to be in the house, voices coming faintly up through the floor. He felt Mrs. Cochran jerk him out of his reverie.

"Oh, my god, Tim. It's Rod! He's home early with his date. You've got to hide."

Feeling like a drunk who could not fathom what he had just been told, Tim fell out of bed, gathered his clothing off the floor and let Mrs. Cochran guide him into a long walk-in closet. He watched stupidly as she kicked off her high heels and tore off the garter belt and stockings.

"I can't let Rod see me like this," Mrs. Cochran whispered ( although, she thought, the way I feel now, so high on sex, I wouldn't care if Rod saw me naked in high heels and stockings). Then she was gone pulling the closet door quietly behind her. He stood there in darkness, clinging to his clothes, feeling his cock shrivel up, trying to grasp what had just happened. 

Then his mind started to work again. So Rod was home. He smiled at the thought. " Hey, man," he said to himself. " I just fucked your old lady and she just sucked my cock. I just turned your old lady into a real slut. She'll fuck me anytime I want. What do you think of that, man?"

And then panic set in, overwhelmingly claustrophobic panic. Rod Cochran, the son of the woman he had just fucked, must be downstairs in the kitchen. And it was there, Tim suddenly remembered with a crushing, numbing stab, that he had stupidly thrown his cap on one of the counters when he had first entered the house, a cap he was sure Rod would recognize. Tim crawled into a corner of the pitch black closet. He stopped breathing, listening to the voices coming closer, and waited . . . 

*

This encounter continues in Encounters with Mrs. Cochran II