Ron Taylor - Teacher_s naughty wife

"Here we are," Alice said, opening the door. It was about as big as the living room, the walls painted in a fresh-looking coat of pink. A teddybear sat on the top of a chest of drawers and there were pictures everywhere – photographs in and out of frames, and a couple of bold but amateurish watercolors. One was of a nude male. Joanne leaned closer, took a good look at it. The model had been her husband. He was posed on a couch, probably the one in Alice's living room, and he was naked. His cock was erect, and it looked gigantic in the picture. "Oh," Alice said, leaning over Joanne's shoulder. As she did, she reached around and cupped Joanne's tit where it hung from her undone blouse. "Do you like that? I really think he's a beautiful guy, you know? Not macho – but something like, oh, I don't know, like Al Pacino, maybe. You know, it's weird, but I started balling him because I wanted to get a good grade in his class. Whole classic brownnose syndrome, I guess. But the more we did it, oh, wow! The wilder it made me feel, and I think I just got hooked on him. Oh, what am I telling you for? You know what he's like! Zowweee, huh?"

"He was," Joanne agreed, watching Alice undo her skirt, watching the skirt slide down Alice's legs. She had good legs, a little fuller-thighed than Joanne thought really attractive, but the curves were all there, and they did curve, didn't they? Alice put her hands on her hips and posed, and she was really quite a nice looking girl, much more so than Joanne had thought at first sight. Of course, Joanne hadn't been kissed and masturbated and sucked on when she made her first evaluation of Alice, either. "He was," Joanne said, "until he lost interest in me."

"Oh, I'm really sorry," Alice said, so sincere it could bring tears to your eyes, "I told you, I didn't think it would get as deep as it has. Let me make it up to you, hmmm?" And she came to Joanne, helped her out of blouse and skirt, knelt at Joanne's feet and pulled down the older woman's panties as well. "Nice," Alice said, looking up. "I mean, it's really cute, you know? Not a lot of cunts are good to look at, if you see what I mean. Some of them are kinda ugly, with the labes hanging out and stretching halfway to the lady's knees, and I guess it's just nature's way, but I always get kinda queasy when I see something like that, and I don't know if I want to lick them or not, you know…"

She was like a fucking magpie! Joanne put her hands on Alice's head and said, "Eat it, would you?" and she pulled Alice's face into her crotch. Alice reached up, grabbed Joanne's ass, and it was a good thing she did, because the girl knew how to eat a pussy. "Oh, Christ!" Joanne moaned as the tongue began to play wickedly across her labes, between them and out again, brushing with clockwork precision across the tip of Joanne's stiffened clit. Ronnie had eaten her yesterday, or tried to, but he was so inexperienced. There was nothing amateurish about Alice Custer. When she licked a pussy, she licked a pussy.

"Let me sit down," Joanne panted, staggering back toward the edge of the queen-size bed. She planted her ass on the bed and Alice came with her, not stopping for a moment in her gay eating of Joanne's snatch. She kept purring and slurping as she mouthed, and she had her fingers on Joanne's labes, pulling them open, baring the red button of Joanne's clit so she could lick it and kiss it and work it with her playful tongue. "Sweet Jesus!" Joanne groaned, reaching up to caress her itching tits. "Sweet, sweet Jesus!"

Sweet Jesus indeed! She'd come here only to get a look at the girl her husband was screwing on the side. She had not expected that she would wind up on the girl's bed, with her legs spread, being eaten by the randy tongue of Tom's student mistress. Where did I lose control? she asked herself. When I thought about Lisa? When she put her hand on my leg? Or when she fought me onto the floor and started to play with my cunt. God, this can't be happening!

But it was, and she knew that for certain as soon as Alice's tongue began to thrust like a wet dick into the convulsing mouth of her pussy. She reached for Alice's head, stroked the frizzy red-blonde hair, pushed the younger girl deeper and ever deeper into her twat, at the same time raising her thighs to trap Alice's face and push her cunt up at Alice, to smear the leakage of juices all over the girl's questing mouth. God, she thought, what is with the younger generation? What is with me, letting her do this to me?

She knew what was with herself. She dug the fuck out of it! She enjoyed being eaten, loved it almost as much as being fucked, and it had been so long since her cunt had been eaten properly. So long! Joanne fell back onto the bed, and her snatch region was even higher now. Alice had risen with it and was perched over Joanne's pussy like Dracula poised above a sleeping virgin, and old Drac couldn't have gotten the jollies from blood that Alice Custer was apparently getting from Joanne Hickman's cuntal juices. For they were flowing! God, how they flowed! Joanne felt as wet as if she'd pissed, but she knew she hadn't, knew that it was only her twat responding the way it always responded to a mouth that knew how to worship and devour a aunt. Maybe more, because it had been so long since her pussy was last eaten so royally. But she was making up for that long dry spell now, making up in a big way. She could hear Alice's mouth squishing as it continued to eat her pussy, which was as juicy as a ripe orange.

"Suck me!" she moaned. "Really suck me, you know? Eat me, slurp your tongue in and out of me – yes – lick my clit, too! God, that's the way! Oh, I love it love it love it love it love itttttt! Don't stop – don't ever stop. Eat me till hell freezes over and my pussy goes dry! Oh, God, yes, lick my thigh too! It tickles but I like it!" She was out of control now, totally out of control, giggling and moaning and kicking her legs high into the air. She clawed at the bedspread on which she lay, and she found herself thinking, well, both members of the Hickman family have been ravished on this particular bed, haven't they? Could Tom have enjoyed it a tenth as much as she was, row? She didn't think so.

She started to come, and she got her thighs snugly around Alice's face, pulling the young girl's mouth into her sweet musky damp. "Eat me, darling, eat me!" she yipped, and she used her hands, too, making sure that Alice could not give way to any second thoughts, that she would carry this through to the very completion. No turning back now, she thought. No turning back until I spray her face with my cum!

If anyone had told Joanne Hickman yesterday that this day she would be coming like a banshee into the mouth of her husband's young paramour, she'd have thought them crazy. And if they'd told her that almost with the last spasm of her wrenching come she would be dragging Alice onto the bed, laying the girl out like a turkey for the Thanksgiving oven, bending into Alice's panty-covered crotch, sniffing the juices that leaked from the younger girl's pussy, that she would even lick the trail of wet that showed on the printed heart symbol, her fingers scratching impulsively at the pussy hairs that protruded from the edges of the tight panties – well, she wouldn't have believed a word of it. But she was doing it, and she damned sure believed it when she pressed her mouth against Alice's panties and sucked in the smell and taste of that twenty-year-old cunt, moaning, "Let me have it, let me have it, oh, please let me have it!"

Somehow they got Alice's panties off, the two of them working together, and Alice wasn't talking much now. Her nipples quivered with excitement and her face was flushed in anticipation, and she thrust her finger down onto her pie as soon as the panties slid free, baring it. "There," she groaned, "there, that's where I want it – right there!" and she was jabbing her finger in and out of her young twat, withdrawing it when it was coated with the frothy juices of her hole.