Chris wasn't sure what to think. He had started the evening expecting to go bowling, yet here he was in a car with the woman in the group with by far the best ass, and very perky tits. He couldn't help but stare down the front of her shirt as she drove. He also pinched himself several times to be sure that he wasn't dreaming. As they parked in her garage, she looked over, catching him staring.
"See something you like?"
"You have a fantastic body."
She laughed. "I'm a soccer coach. I worked very hard for this body. I'm curious though. What's your favorite part? Oh, let me guess. It's my boobs, right?"
She then led him into the house. She stopped short, seeing a figure asleep on the couch. Gesturing for Chris to be quiet, she led the way to the bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she whispered, "That's Tom's cousin, Molly. She's nineteen years old, and she wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow afternoon."
Frowning briefly, she led him to the bed. Finger to her lips, she began to undress, motioning for him to do the same. As quietly as possible, she took his cock into her mouth and positioned her pussy over his face.
Taking the hint, he began licking her slit and nibbling on her clitoris. Surprised, she almost cried out. She did, however stop sucking him as she moved on to her back with her legs spread.
Grinning, he guided his cock to her waiting pussy. Ellen then swept her legs around his waist, pulling him in. As they both thrust into each other, they struggled to stay silent. It ended up being Ellen lost control first, as she felt Chris's movements become slightly more erratic and her own climax approaching.
