J Watson - The virgin_s naughty lessons

"I'm coming," Susan called out.

The doorbell was still ringing as she reached the hall and angrily pulled it open. It was a red-headed guy with his arms full of groceries. Susan recognized him immediately. Many times she had noticed him delivering groceries in the neighborhood. A lot of times she had noticed girls following him around. She knew the reason. He was a husky, good-looking guy.

"I'm sorry I had to keep ringing the bell," he said. "But your mother told me to make sure I delivered these today."

"It's all right," Susan said. "She's not here right now but you can bring them in."

He had a bag of groceries in either arm but he carried them easily. He knew the way to the kitchen. He walked past her and she could see the rippling muscles of his back and ass. For some reason, Susan was reminded of the two brothers. The young man had the same powerful-looking build. Susan followed him into the kitchen.

"We've really been busy today," he said. "I've already made a dozen deliveries."

"Oh my," Susan said. "I bet you're tired and thirsty."

"I am kind of thirsty," he said.

"Let me get you something," Susan said.

Susan didn't want the young man to leave. He was bothering her strangely. He was giving her a feeling that she hadn't had in a while. She opened a Coke and handed it to him.

"I've seen you around town," Susan said. "But I don't know your name."

"Bill Rogers," he said.

"I'm Susan," she said.

"I know your name," Bill said. "I've seen you around town too. And I asked your name."

"You did? Why?"

"I just wanted to know," he said.

Bill finished off his Coke and started to leave. Susan followed him out of the kitchen and into the living room. He had his hand on the door, and Susan knew she couldn't let him leave.

"Don't go yet. Come and sit down and talk to me."

"I've got a job," he said. "Mr. White will kill me if I stay gone long."

"Just a few minutes," Susan pleaded. Bill couldn't understand what the older woman wanted to talk to him about. He knew he didn't want to lose his job. But he also knew that Susan Johnson was a very good-looking woman and she had a strange look in her eyes. He nodded his head.

Susan laughed and took his hand. She pulled him over to the couch and made him sit beside her. She crossed her silken legs and let the robe fall away. He was interested. She felt his hot eyes touch at the expanse of white thigh she had just revealed.

"I've noticed you with a lot of girls," Susan said. "I bet you have a lot of fun."

"I do all right," Bill said.

Bill still couldn't understand what was going on. The luscious blonde acted like she was coming on to him. Bill knew about pussy. He'd laid a girl in the back seat of his Ford just the week before. She'd really been a wild one. And the blonde woman was acting the same way.

"I shouldn't stay," he said.

"Don't leave yet," she said. "You have to stay. I want to make you stay."

Susan pushed at him until he was lying back on the couch. She hardly thought about what she was doing. There was a burning hunger inside her cunt. It didn't matter that she was practically raping this guy.

She kissed his mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips. She tasted his tongue. She could feel his tense excitement. She put her hand in his curly red hair. She stroked him with her fingertips while she kept kissing his mouth.

"Miss Johnson," he gasped. "Susan."

"Don't you like kissing me?" she asked.

"I like kissing you," he said.

Bill was hotter than hell. He kept tasting her soft, fiery tongue. He wanted to put his arms around her.

He could feel his prick getting hard and itchy. How much nicer it would be to put his seven inches into an this woman's pussy. Bill couldn't control himself. He put his strong arms around her waist.

"Yessss, Bill," she moaned. "Yes, I like that." He moved his hands down her back until he was cupping her asscheeks. She had a gorgeous ass. His fingers stroked her until he cock feel her cunt rubbing against his crotch. His prick was about to break out of his trousers.

Susan was feeling hot in the robe she wore. She sat back up and opened it. She felt Bill's surprised eyes on her as she peeled the robe off her shoulders and sat in only her bra and panties. She was glad she'd chosen to wear her low cut black bra that morning. Her tits spilled out of the front of the bra cups, and he could see her pink nipples pressing against the material.

"Oh my God," Bill said.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I've been with girls before," Bill said. "But I've never looked at boobs like yours. They're so big."

"Don't you like them?" she teased.

"God yessss," Bill answered. "I like them so much that I hurt from looking at them."

Susan laughed. She could feel her heart pounding as she unhooked the bra. She felt no guilt about being with such a young man. He had a cock and that was all that mattered. He would be man enough to satisfy her.

She arched her back as the bra fell away from her creamy tits. She saw him licking his lips but he still acted too frightened to reach for her. Susan knew how to cure his fright. She took one of his hands and pressed it against her hot tit.

"Feel me, Bill," she gasped. "Feel my tit. It's yours, Bill. You own it. You can do anything you want."

What Bill wanted was to push her down on her back and press his lips against one of her hard pink nipples. He sucked the pink bud into his mouth and began rubbing his tongue over it. She gasped as she felt him sucking more of her creamy flesh into his mouth.

"That's the way, baby," Susan moaned. "Suck them hard!"

Bill moved his hot lips from one pink nipple to the other. His teeth gently nipped at her while his tongue lavishly covered the excited nipple. Susan put her hands against the top of his head and pushed. She moaned as his wet tongue trailed down her belly to the top of her flimsy panties.

"What do you want me to do?" Bill asked.

"Have you ever sucked a pussy?" Susan questioned.

"No," he answered. "But it sounds like fun."

Susan couldn't believe this young man. He was so agreeable. She lifted her hips as he slid her panties off her long legs. She let one leg fall off the couch to expose her wet cunt. She could sense him hesitate as he looked into her wet pussy.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I've never done this before," he said. "I always thought it was kind of dirty. I don't know if I can do it."

"You can do it," Susan told him. She put her hand in his red hair and began to gently pull him down. "You can suck me. You can do it. I know you can."

His lips touched her pussy and it was like someone had touched her with a live wire. She nearly jumped off the couch. She tightened her legs over his face as his tongue stabbed into her wet cunt. She put both hands on his curly head.

"See there, honey," Susan said. "You can suck me. That feels good. You can suck me!"

Bill was getting the idea. His warm tongue was moving all over the inside of her cunt. She felt his lips trying to get deeper into her wet pussy. His searching tongue found her tender clit and he sucked it between his lips. She felt him chewing on it, and it nearly drove her crazy. Her ass bucked up against his face, her juices flowing into his sucking mouth.

Bill moved his hands up her body to cup her big tits. His fingers started to caress her hard nipples as he sucked, her. Susan was fast reaching the point where she couldn't stand it anymore. It felt too good. Her cunt was an empty, aching hole, and she needed to be filled.

"Ummm," she told Bill. "That's enough. That feels nice, but it's time for something different."

Bill was enjoying himself. He hated to give it up. She had to force his hungry mouth away from her cunt. Quickly she lowered her face into his lap. Through his trousers her lips traced the long length of his cock. God, he had a nice one. She knew she wasn't going to be disappointed by his cock.