Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

She lifted up, high enough to clear the tip of his prick, and she wiggled the stiff tool around until its point was just brushing the parted lips of her cunt. "Mmmmm-hmmmm," she purred, and then she pushed down.

He yelped excitedly as he plunged into her, and he grabbed her by a thigh and a buttock, hanging on for dear life as Joanne plummeted down. His prick entered her, thrust up until his entire length was buried in her pussy and she was riding down hard on his balls, grinding away as if she meant to fuck his balls inside her as well. "God, let's do it!" Ronnie touted, writhing under the dark-haired woman.

Joanne swept her hair back, for a few tresses had fallen across her face and into her open, gasping mouth, and she aid, "Now that's the kind of talk I like to hear in the bedroom. Fuck me, and I'll fuck you. Fair enough?" He nodded happily, and she started to swivel her ass around and around atop him. His cock moved with her gyrations, and he gripped her flesh tighter and tighter. Joanne moaned as it began to feel so good, so Goddamned good, and she couldn't remember the last time a fuck had affected her so quickly, so magically. Her head was swimming and she felt as if she were dropping over the edge into a come that would last forever. And he'd only just put it inside her. There was more, so much more, on the way.

She leaned forward, kissin, his chest with her hard firm tits, kissing his face with her hot excited mouth. She held the sides of his face and stroked her fingers up and down, and he kept his grip on her ass, both hands clutching her now, and they began to move in the age-old timeless rhythm of the fuck, she moving from side to side and up and down in slight twitchy motions while he kept pushing up and down with his stiff, buried prick, moving himself in and out along the slick wet sheath of her pussy. "That's it, baby," she told him between kisses. "You keep that up a little while longer and I'll give you a big surprise."

"What kind of surprise?" he asked coyly, licking her nose and lips.

"I'll crack your nuts and make you squirt more cum than you knew you had in you," she purred, meaning every word of it. "I'll make your dick swell so big you'll think it's going to explode, and when you come – when we come – it'll be like going, to the moon without a rocket. Trust me, darling, trust me – and fuck me. Oh, yes, fuck me, don't stop fucking me till I tell you to stop, and I may never, never, never tell you to stop! It feels so good already, I'd forgotten it ever felt this good! Just dolt, do it, do it, and don't stop doing ittttt!"

She got her legs around his, locked them together tightly, forcing a little more of his dick up her slot. Jesus, she had forgotten that fucking could fill you up so beautifully! He was thick, a bit thicker than Tom though he couldn't plumb her quite so deeply, and her cuntal walls expanded to make room for the wedge of his pecker. She kept on kissing him, and occasionally she reached down behind herself, into the space where their bodies joined. She cupped his balls in her hot, shaking hand, and squeezed them. He moaned into her mouth and rammed his cock upward, hard, spearing himself into the sucking maw of her oozing twat.

As she fucked, Joanne rocked from side to side, so that he gave it to her from constantly varying angles of entry. She liked that. In fact, she liked everything about, it. She liked the secure, comfortable feel of his rod inside her, giving her snatch the reaming for which it had yearned for such a long time. Did Alice Custer get it any better from Tom this noon in that little cubbyhole office of his? She doubted it very much. Alice had been getting it for quite a while, if she was making the right assumption from evidence. And, Joanne told herself, it was best of all when you really, really needed it. The way I need it, she thought, still fucking, still moaning, trading tongues back and forth with Ronnie. The way I need it!

He worked her ass in his hands, squeezing the firm but pliant cheeks of her butt, letting his fingers slide across her flesh. He made her lift high, so that she came down with a passion upon his rampant pecker, and when that happened, when they merged in such a rush of raging need, his strokes felt deepest, sweetest of all. She worked her tongue into his mouth, felt his teeth gnash it softly. Their bodies were hot and sweating profusely, and above it all she could smell the fragrant aroma of sex, the room thick with that heavenly smell, her nostrils full of it, her throat and lungs full of it, God, her body full of it, full of sex, full of joy, and after so long!

"Let me on top!" he panted. "I can't control myself on the bottom!"

"You should be a woman," Joanne teased. "You'd learn to be on top of things no matter which end you were on. But if you want to, let's switch over. Only – don't let your cock go out of me. Not even for a second. Keep stroking!"

In a tangle of bodies they managed it, and he didn't let his cock leave her sucking hole, though he did have to give up his penetrating stabs for a moment or two while they shifted positions. When the maneuver was completed, Joanne lay on her back, legs spread widely, and Ronnie was on his hands and knees above her, his dick still buried in her twat. He grunted as he got the hang of this new angle, and his strokes seemed to go deeper, harder, faster. As he fucked, he reached to feel her tits, to run his hand down her belly into the tangle of pussy hairs. He pinched her clit at the moment his cock went particularly deep into her clit, and she screamed in delight, whipped her legs upward, locked them around his body and pulled him down heavily atop her. He fell with a gasp and a pant, and she wrapped him with her arms, too, holding him tightly. They melted and merged again and again, and it seemed that this sweet juicy fuck would never end. She wasn't sure if she ever wanted it to end.

There was a sudden sound outside, someone banging open the trailer door, banging it shut again, and Ronnie froze in mid-fuck atop Joanne. "Oh, fuck," he said, and his cock started to go soft inside her.

"What is it?" she asked, swiveling under him, using her pussy muscles in an effort to keep his dick hard. It wasn't working. She could feel his rod getting limper almost with each breath that left his mouth. The bed had stopped moving as their fuck-rhythm stopped, and, for the first time Joanne realized how much noise the bed made when it was being used as beds were supposed to be used. Creaking springs, rattles, the whole shooting match.

There was a sharp rapping at the door of the bedroom they occupied. "Hey," someone called from the other side of the door, "what's going on in here?"

"It's my roommates," Ronnie said, beet-red. "Oh, hell, I forgot about them coming in. God, is it three o'clock already? That's when their class lets out."

"Have you got a woman in there?" came another voice, accompanied by more rap-a-taps on the door. "Open up, Spencer! This is the house detective!"

"They think they're funny," Ronnie told Joanne. "I better go tell them to fuck off."

"No, forget them," Joanne pleaded, catching at him with her hands, but it was too late. He was already climbing off her, and his dick hung limp and useless between his legs, a pathetic reminder of the proud, hard stabbing tool it had been only a moment ago. He stepped down to the floor, found his shorts, slipped into them. Joanne watched glumly as he pulled the shorts up and his t-shirt down and started for the door.

"Will you guys fuckin' knock it off?" he said, slipping out the door hastily. Joanne lay naked on the bed, watching, and she caught a quick glimpse of one red-hair-trimmed face peeking round the edge of the door before Ronnie slammed it shut. She sighed, reached down to stroke her wet gash, sniffed at the fuck-scented fingers, and then she got up from the bed, went to the door, and stood listening.