Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

He fired his juice into her mouth and she drank it greedily. Her excitement was so strong, so advanced, that she began to hootchie-kootch her ass and hips down, sucking up his finger, leaking her early juices all over his hand. He got the message, started to give her clit hell with his thumb while working his finger in her pussy, and she felt the stirrings of orgasm in her belly. Yes! she thought as her mouth savored the final drops of his squirting seed. Yes! She ground down hard, and then she was coming, too, her pussy bumping out its shivering excitement against his pressing hand.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned around the cock in her mouth. She sucked it a few moments longer, using her teeth to make sure it stayed hard, and she heard him groan in a feeble but not too sincere protest. When she raised her head, Ronnie's tool was still erect. A little river of cum oozed from one corner of her mouth, down across her small pointed chin. She smiled, and showed him her mouthful of jism-smeared teeth. "I hope you're ready to fuck me now," she said. "I really hope you are."

He worked his finger out of her twat and she sat up, squatting on the bed beside him. She leaned over and her small, hard-nippled tits kissed his face. He grabbed them, squeezed them together, started using his lips on her nipples, rushing back and forth from one brawn pinnacle of excitement to the other, sucking, biting, slobbering all over the ends of her tits. She leaned closer, squashing her boobs into his face, and she cuddled him like a baby. "Suck me," she murmured. "Suck me the way I sucked you. I like to be nicked. Mmmm, got a better idea!"

She leaned back, her tits sliding from his grasping caresses. She lifted her pussy so that he could see the red lips among the dark curls of hair, and she reached in with one hand, opening herself, spreading the joys of her snatch so he could see the hole he'd only just been loving with his hand. "Take a good look," she said breathlessly, "and now…" She threw one leg across his body, raising her cunt even higher. "Now I want to be eaten, too. Suck me dry. But not too dry, if you know what I mean?" And she laughed, pressing her match down on his face.

He grabbed her ass, thrust his mouth into her damp hole, and his tongue skirted through the hairs, licking the rim of her labes, pushing them open, going inside. "That's it," Joanne giggled, settling down a little more. Her snatch was tight and warm against his mouth now and he was pinching her smooth firm hips as he licked her inside and out.

Not a great licking, but the crude, untaught rush of his energy was delightful in its own way, and Joanne felt a sweeter bliss than if she had been receiving head from an expert. Tom ate a pretty good cunt, she remembered, but Tom was saving his tongue for that girl, that Alice. Did her pussy taste like strawberries? That's what he always used to tell Joanne while she pulled his ears and smeared twat goo all over his mouth. He hadn't told her that in a long time. He hadn't gone down on her in along time. She didn't miss it quite so much, not now. Ronnie's tongue flicked again and again over the budded tip of her clitoris and she mowed exultingly, rocking herself from side to side atop him. "Suck me!" she panted. "Really really suck me!"

He did. He opened his lips and planted them atop Joanne's dripping hole and began to suck like a vacuum cleaner. Again, not as good as she was used to, but a hell of a lot better than anything she was getting at home. She put her hands on his head, smeared him with more and more of her pussy leakings, and his tongue began to play inside her again. "My God," she told him, "Oh, my God, do it do it do ittttt!"

She reached back, found his cock. It was still wet from her mouth, sticky from the cum he'd puddled into her sucking maw, and, best of all, still rock-hard! She clasped him in her fingers, began to work up and down, stroking, fingering, toying with his sweet little toy of a prick, until he was steely stiff in her hand and she couldn't bear the thought of waiting for another moment. She had to have him in her now, now, now!

"Oh, God!" Joanne said, trying herself loose from his hungry tongue. He had been getting better and better with each lick, she realized as her twat and his mouth parted company. She envied the woman who would get the next licking from Ronnie's maturing tongue. With any luck, she thought, it just might be me. She wasn't nearly finished with the afternoon's sport.

"I still don't believe this is happening to me," Ronnie grinned, sitting up. Joanne was crouching on one leg alongside his lower body and she was working his cock in her hand, making sure it stayed hard. Her other leg stretched across the bed, past Ronnie. He caught her foot, lifted it, brought it to his face. Joanne tipped over across his legs, but she didn't let go of his prick. He pressed the heel of her foot against his mouth, breathed on it, and then he started licking, slurping with his tongue, through the mesh of her stockings. "You taste good everywhere," he mid, looking around the side of her foot. Joanne just milled. He began to suck her toes. She turned, stretched her long shapely leg. He stroked it with his other hand while continuing his toe job, and she closed her eyes. The darling boy! Had he read her mind? How did he know that she loved to have her toes mouthed and sucked and licked? No one knew that except Tom. Tom.

Goddamn it, she thought, it always comes around to Tom. Tom this, Tom that, and Tom and his student-body slut! Well, it's time for me to get a few of my jollies, too, and the fucking hell with Tom! "Enough, stud," she panted, pulling her foot loose. "I came here to get fucked, and get fucked I will!"

"Anything you say, Joanne," the boy shrugged, and he offered her his hand. She let go of his dick, took him by the hands, and moved into position astraddle his prone body. It was a good position, and he could thrust deeply into her. She needed it deep, and she needed it hard, and she needed it fucky, but most of all, she needed it now! Something to wash from her mind the memory of what she'd heard today on the intercom. She wanted to fuck.

Joanne settled down upon him, just touching his genitals with her own for a moment. His stiff cock was standing up, rubbing the bun of her dark-furred, pussy. She reached down, cuddled him against her moist hungry flesh, and it felt good, really good. She could feel the throbbing in his dick, felt it hammering against her responsive, sensitive pussy bulge, and she closed her eyes, relishing the sensations. Tom wasn't the only one who could go out and fl find himself some sex, she thought proudly. She'd done it today, done it for the first time, and she hadn't done badly at all. The taste of Ronnie's sperm was still fresh and lingering in her mouth, and she pursed her lips, remembering the sweetness of that river of sticky juice spurting from his cock into her hungry gullet. As she did, she teased with her fingers the fat spongy bulge of knob at the crown of Ronnie's tool, and she felt little drops of wetness beginning to ooze from his slit. Not semen this time, only the pre-cum that, men secreted in their cocks when it might be necessary to juice a partner's snatch for some sweet fucking. She didn't need any juicing. Her pussy was sticky-wet inside, and sticky-wet around the crack, too, where the stuff had leaked from her. She didn't need any additional help. She would swallow him to the balls and hump down on him, her pussy gulping his prick in horny contractions. She hoped that his nuts were full of cum, because she would drain him dry before he got off this bed again.

"I'm ready," Joanne murmured. "You don't know how ready I am." He reached down, ready to assist her, but she brushed his hand away. "Let me put it in," she said. "That's something I've really missed lately."