"That was so wonderful," she murmured. She wanted to cry, but she knew it would look ridiculous. Men, even boys, never understood why women cried when they were happy.

It just felt so damned wonderful to have someone do something so tender for her. And then to stay, to be with her in her pleasure after it was over. "Do you know how wonderful it was, Steve darling?"

He knew. He had her cunt-juices smeared all over his face to tell him. He realized he had better do a good washing-up job before he faced his coach with his car keys. When Coach Roy had instructed Steve to take good care of his missus, Steve was sure he had not meant that Steve should lap his wife's cunt to hot climax. But the precocious boy had known the job needed to be done. And he had taken great delight in doing it. There was no question about it! Mrs. Roy had one sweet-tasting pussy!

The woman reached out her hands and pulled him onto the couch beside her. "Golly, Steve… I don't know what happened to us, do you?" She was smiling her embarrassed smile, but she looked radiant with happiness. Steve felt proud that he was the cause of that happiness.

"I don't know either, Mrs. Roy. I just couldn't help myself. You're so beautiful and I…"

"Mmmm…" She had reached for the bulge in his jeans. She caressed it softly, her eyes getting heavy again as she stared unseeing at him. He could almost feel her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. Reluctantly, he told her he would have to get back to school before the coach got suspicious.

"You're right, of course. But promise me you'll come back, Steve. Please promise." She squeezed his bulge one last time.

"I promise." The lusty hunger in her face stiffened Steve's resolve, and his cock. He knew it would be well worth his while to come back and visit the school coach's wife.