Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

"He does have a chick in there," one of the strange voices was saying. "Not bad either. How'd you swing it, Spencer? You usually wind up with dogs, y'know?"

"Will you guys fuckin' get lost?" Ronnie said angrily. "I got big doings, and you're screwing it up."

Joanne touched the doorknob. Same devil – perhaps the sine one that had brought her here in the first place – was inside her. She toyed with the knob a moment, feeling the cold metal grow warm under her fingers, and then she pushed the door open and stepped into the doorway naked, her long chestnut hair tossed back. She addressed Ronnie. "Are you coming back to bed, love? I'm getting very lonesome without you."

"Holy fucking shit!" exclaimed one of the boys.

Ronnie's roommates were twins, apparently, both of them medium sized, rather chunky around the shoulders, with red, carroty hair and lots of freckles dotting their ultra-pink faces. And both of them were staring at her goggle-eyed as she stood laity in the doorway, her body on full, enticing display. Ronnie spun around and his face was scarlet red. "Go back in there," he mid weakly, but there was a gleam of pride in his eyes. She could see it, and she knew that pert of him was fluffed up with young-male macho as his friends took in the sight of the woman he had been fucking. Woman. Not girl. Woman.

She stepped into the cluttered living room of the trailer and stood proud and unashamed, hands on her hips, hair swinging with a soft static rustle as she looked from face to face.

"You're fucking that, Spencer?" one of the redheads whispered, his eyes wide, seeming to protrude several inches from his freckled face.

"You think you can do better?" Joanne taunted. She stepped up to Ronnie, put one of her hands on his shoulder, stood there supported by his shaking body, and eyed the redheaded twins with a sparkle and a questioning look that was no less penetrating for being silent.

"Will you go back in there?" Ronnie asked in a whisper.

He turned to Joanne, tried to cover her with his body. She stepped around him, walked up to one of the redheads. "How about you?" she asked, putting her hand on the side of his face. She took a deep breath, so that her bare tits and stiff nipples lifted, and his eyes fluttered down, staring at her nips, then up to her face, then down again. She looked down, too, saw that the front of his pants was beginning to push out from the weight of a stiffening cock inside. Laughing silkily, Joanne reached down, squeezed his bulge for a fleeting second, then took her hand away. He stiffened at once and groaned. His face felt hot and feverish under the pressure of her fingers. She leaned in closer, rubbed his chest with her stiff nipples, then danced away from him, toward the other boy. "And you?" she asked.

She didn't have to touch him. His cock was jutting in his trousers, fully erect, and he was making chirpy little bird noises. His teeth chattered slightly. Neither of the redheads could be more than eighteen or nineteen, she thought.

She looked back at Ronnie. He was white-faced now, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty. "Why not?" she said to him with a toss of hair and shoulders. "If they won't leave, we may as well invite them to party with us. I promise you, baby, there is more than enough of me to go around."

But he stood back as she began to kiss and cuddle the twins, whose names were Ted and Fred. She, couldn't remember which was which. She didn't really give a shit.

She oozed up to one – call him Ted – rubbed him with her bare body, slipped her arms around his waist, and began to nibble his chin. "Joanne," she heard Ronnie say, but she wasn't listening to Ronnie. If he didn't want to play under the new rules, he could go do something else. Anyway, she'd never made it with more than one guy at the same time, and certainly never with twins. It might be an educational experience.

She unzipped Ted's pants, reached inside, and started to play with his prick. He got the message, put his hands on her titties, and squeezed her stiff nipples. She pulled his cock out of his pants, dropped to her knees, fed him into her mouth. She sucked him greedily, noisily, drooling saliva down her chin. Once upon a time she'd wanted to be an actress, and certainly there was a strain of exhibitionism in her character. No one goes on stage without that strain of tow-off bubbling inside her. But this was a new kind of exhibitionism for Joanne. She wasn't on a stage pretending to be Lady Macbeth or Eliza Doolittle. She was on her knees in a cluttered trailer eating a stranger's cock while two other strangers stared at her in amazement. As if they'd never watched a blowjob before. Maybe they hadn't. She'd never given one in public before, but it wasn't stopping her. She only wished that her husband and his paramour Alice could have been here, too, that Tom could have gotten his Goddamned bloody eyes full of the sight of his wife eating the cock of some teenaged stranger. And as she wolfed down the swollen pecker, caressed it with her lips and tongue, bathed it in her drool, she found herself imagining that Tom really was there, that he stood watching with his eyes bulged out, and she loved the sensation.

As she sucked Ted she unhooked his pants and worked them down to his ankles, over his feet. "Take it all off," she aid, turning away from him. "I won't come back till you're naked." And with that she crawled on her knees toward his brother, Fred, who was rubbing his bulged-out crotch and panting in anticipation. She touched his thighs and made a smacking noise with her lips. "Take it out," she said. "I want you to do some of the work, too."

He unzipped himself with trembling fingers, hauled his prick out, and Joanne took over. She held him upright with her fingers, began to lip and mouth him from base to tip, licking up from time to time in a catlike caress of his glans. Like his brother, he was uncircumcised, and she spent a long time toying with his foreskin, sliding it back and forth, alternately covering and revealing his grape-like bobbin. Neither of the twins was exceptionally well hung – about the length of Ronnie and not quite as thick. She didn't care. They had cocks, and their cocks were hard. Nothing else counted. Nothing!

Finally she took him into her mouth, but her sucking was only a buildup. He was groaning and gasping and grabbing at her head, but she worked loose and left his cock hanging like a flagpole from a building wall, a dribble of her spit dripping from the end.

"You get naked, too," she announced, standing up. Something grabbed at her from behind. She looked down, saw freckled hands clutching her tits. It was Ted. He pushed up against her, rubbing her bare ass with his equally bare crotch and stiff prick. She smiled, reached back, and stroked the flank of his lip. And as she stood there, being felt up by one twin, she watched the other one strip off his clothes.

They were built similarly. Broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, narrow waists and hips. Weight-lifters, maybe. A little overdeveloped for her taste. She liked men who were slim and slender, trim men with feline bodies. Men who didn't know whether they wanted to grow up to be Al Pacino or Rudolph Nureyev? She dismissed the thought and reached out instead for Fred's cock as he came panting toward her, his dick still rigid and jutting from the crinkle of red hair at his groin.

"That's it!" she said. "Make me the meat in the sandwich!" They had her pinned between them, Ted nuzzling her from behind, Fred from the front. Each of them was stiff and she could feel their stiff cocks gliding across her naked body. I'm going to do it, she thought. I really am going to do it. Is this me, Joanne Hickman, or is it someone else who's taken possession of my body for the day? She didn't know and she wasn't sure she cared. Not when Fred began to rub her wet pussy with the end of his rod. He had his foreskin peeled back and he was scooping up the juices that still coated her labes, glazing his knob with them. She was ticklish, and Joanne giggled. At the nine time she reached behind, caught Ted's pecker and began to fondle it happily. "There's room for more," she called, looking over her shoulder at Ronnie.