Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

He was standing where she'd left him, and his face looked sour. Obviously he didn't enjoy having his private party intruded upon. The hell with him! Besides, she told herself, he probably couldn't have done the job anyway. He'd have fagged out in the homestretch, left me high and dry. But she nibbled her lip, wishing that Ronnie could view it with the same enthusiasm she did.

"Throw that shit off the couch," Ted told his brother, and Fred jumped to the task. Joanne missed the feel of his prick tickling her pussy, but Ted's hand had fallen to her snatch now, and he was giving her some hearty explorations, his middle finger playing in and out of her bush, and she relaxed against him, purring with contentment.

Fred cleaned off the messy couch, tossing schoolbooks, magazines, discarded shirts and jackets, and a couple of bags of potato chips onto the floor, and Ted began walking Joanne toward it, his stiff cock prodding her between the buttocks. She giggled each time he bumped her crack. She went onto the couch head and knees first, her legs parted, her pussy winking open and shut between her upper thighs. She rested her elbows on the back of the couch and said, "Come and get it!"

Ted came up behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy in one fast hard stroke. She moaned as he went deep and hard, and then he had her by the ass, working her hips up and down as he kept on feeding her the meat. He was a bit more experienced than Ronnie, she decided, but perhaps not so charming. At any rate, he was fucking her with pretty good action, and his cock had dipped itself in other pussies before today, she was certain. "Do it just like that," she encouraged, wiggling her tail. And he did.

Fred went around the couch, stepping gingerly over the junk littering the floor, and grabbed Joanne's hands, pulling her down. Her tits hit the back of the couch, and she was breathless for a moment. When she opened her eyes Fred's cock was pushing up toward her mouth and he was dragging her head down to meet his thrust. She shrugged, opened her mouth wide and took him home.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she heard Ronnie ask, and he was closer now, staring at her with an accusatory look in his eyes. What the hell does it matter to you? she thought, and then went on sucking. "Would you guys knock it off and get the fuck outa here?" Ronnie told his roommates.

"If you'd been fucking her the right way, she wouldn't have asked us to join the party," Fred replied, pulling on Joanne's hair. Tears sprang into her eyes. He was rough and more than a little crude. Not crude in the sweet, good-hearted way Ronnie had been. She began to have second thoughts.

But there wasn't too much she could do. Her mouth was full of cock and so was her twat. They were double teaming her as if they'd been doing it all their lives, and she was nothing but a pair of holes being buffeted back and forth between them, a mouth and a curd to be filled with cock. That devil inside Joanne didn't seem so awfully devilish hot now and she wondered if she had made a mistake.

"Let her up," Ronnie said. "This has gone far enough."

"The hell it has!" one of them answered. She couldn't tell which. But a cock slammed into her pussy, and the other one rammed into her mouth, pushing almost to her throat. She felt his pubic hairs tickle her nose and she made a gagging sound of protest. He tightened his grip on the top of her head and he kept feeding his prick into her, stabbing it faster and faster. Joanne was still choked up from that one wickedly deep thrust and she was trying to get her breath, but with her mouth constantly full of prick it was hard as hell to catch up.

Ted gave her a few more jabs up the pussy and then his cock eased from her. She groaned around the one in her mouth, relaxed a second, then felt him punching the tip of his stiff prick against the tight opening of her asshole. "Nnnnnn," she whined, but there was no way she could speak coherently, and maybe that's why he didn't stop, but kept screwing himself at her, trying to worm the tip of his tool into her snug constricted hole.

She'd been fucked up the ass, but only a few times. She didn't like it very much, and fortunately Tom hadn't been too enthusiastic about that brand of sex either, so they'd relegated it to the discard pile long ago. She certainly wasn't prepared to be cornholed now, not after years of blessed abstinence.

"Don't do that," Ronnie said.

"Listen, Spencer," Ted replied, "she threw herself at us, she asked for it, and she's going to get it. Where'd you find this bimbo anyway?"

"Just cool it!"

"Cool your ass!" Ted said, and he pushed hard.

Joanne screamed. Her mouth was wide open and Fred's cock pushed in and out, wildly, flailed about by her tongue. "Aaaagggghhhh!" she shouted, but by the time she'd finished her cry, she was penetrated by four inches of cock, splitting her asshole, fucking her up the shit chute.

"Oh my Goddddd!" she moaned. "Stoppppppp!"

But there was no stopping. Ted had her by the ass, and he had his cock in her, driving deeper with each beat of her frantic heart. She arched back, drawing far away from Fred's prick and she was almost upright on her knees. Ted yelped, and she knew that there must be a hell of a pressure on his rod, but he didn't stop pushing, didn't take it out of her, didn't show her the slightest mercy. He squatted slightly and got his hands around her body, squeezing her tits, pinching off the nipples with cruel gouging fingers. "Get her now," he told his brother. "Give her the old two-in-one!"

And with that, Fred came over the back of the couch. His cock was still rigid, and he stroked it affectionately as he got into position.

He sat on the couch, his legs spread wide, one of Joanne's knees planted on the cushion between his thighs.

She was moaning and whining and her face was pale with pain. Fred grabbed her leg, jerked it, slipped it across his outer thigh, and then he started to pull her down upon him.

"For Chrissake!" she moaned in despair as she settled down onto Fred and his cock began to puncture the quivering labes of her snatch. He slipped in, and then she was sitting on him, full of his cock in this hole, full of his brother's cock at her shitter. They had her in a trap, a real sandwich, she thought, one piece of tender meat trapped between two strong slices of bread.

She collapsed upon Fred as he began to fuck her pussy, and Ted was leaning over her from the rear, still working his prick as best he could, in and out of her asshole. She couldn't believe the stuffiness she felt. One cock was plunging into her, the other pulling out for a fresh stroke, constantly, without cease or letup. She could feel both dicks working in her -- it felt as if they were touching, as if they'd ripped apart whatever fleshy wall separated her asshole from her cunt, as if they were giving her one giant split through the crotch, ruining her, ripping her to pieces.

"Please," she moaned, "don't do this to me, I can't take it! I'm dying, you've torn we apart, I must be bleeding, don't, no, please!"

"Stop it, you guys!" Ronnie shouted, beating on the back of the couch. "Will you for Christ's sake fuckin' stop it?"

And then Joanne jerked bolt upright and her eyes seemed to roll over and over in their sockets. No, she thought, it isn't happening to me. It can't be. It couldn't!

But it was. Something inside her had given way, and she knew that before either of those cocks had had time to ram one mote stroke apiece into her ravished holes, she would be screaming with the force of a tremendous orgasm. She couldn't explain it, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to explain it. It was much like that session with the bath brush early this morning. She hadn't wanted to do that, even while she was doing it, and she hadn't known it would make her come so excitedly.