Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

Joanne grabbed Alice's hand, brought the wet finger to her mouth, sucked it clean and dry. "Mmmm," she purred as tier lips and tongue did their job, and she was as excited as she had been that night thirteen years ago when Lisa seduced her in the makeup room at the university theater. But, she told herself, I'm not going to feel a Goddamned bit guilty when this is over. Not a Goddamned fucking bit!

She wiggled Alice out of the panties, threw them off the bed, then knelt a long moment staring at the sweet target between the younger girl's twitching thighs.

Alice's snatch was lovely, a fat bun of flesh with the tiniest, cutest crack imaginable. She had a fluff of dark golden hair on her cunt, not a lot of fur, but it curled and swirled across her puffy mons and one or two of the stray wisps were lying across Alice's gash, calling the eye irresistibly toward that promising little ravine. Shivering with excitement, Joanne threw herself onto Alice. She put her hands on the girl's twat, cracked it open, and she began to eat it, hungrily, greedily, her tongue ramming in and out of Alice when she wasn't busy licking the girl's clit.

A great clit! Large, eminently suckable. Joanne sucked it and she started to fuck in and out of Alice's hole with two stiff fingers. God, it was tight! She remembered overhearing them yesterday, remembered Tom saying something about Alice's pussy being tight enough to crack nuts. And when the girl clenched her well-tuned muscles, made her pussy walls contract rapidly around Joanne's fingers, Joanne was almost sorry she didn't have a cock and couldn't fuck the little slut as pussies like Alice's were meant to be fucked. The way Tom fucked it. Hot and hard, with eight inches of driving meat. Joanne frowned. No matter what happened in the next couple of minutes, she still had that to contend with. Her husband had been unfaithful to her and, except for an accident, she might never have found out.

And here she was now, sucking the clit other husband's lover, ramming fingers in and out of the hole that had (how many times?) been sticky with the goo of Tom's cum. Damn it, what was she going to do about all this? Oh forget it for the moment! Just enjoy!

Enjoy was precisely what she did. She grabbed Alice's clit in her clenched lips, worried it like a dog playing with a bone, and the younger woman went stone-bone crazy, screaming and kicking and pulling. Joanne's hair in a frenzy of emotional release. "Oh, Christ, yes!" Joanne heard Alice wail, her young voice cracking under the strain. Yes, Joanne thought, and she angled her mouth tighter and closer into the pussy that was opened before her like an oyster on the half shell.

She kept fucking with her fingers, and her lips teased the clit until mouth and button alike were raw and tingly with stimulation and lust. And then, at the precise moment when she'd have wanted a change of attack, if she had been in the receiving end of the field, Joanne jerked her fingers out of Alice and lowered her lips to the hole she'd been digitally penetrating. Her mouth closed over the entry to Alice's depths, anti she started sucking.

Honey liquid bubbled forth into her sucking mouth, and she felt the tingly, tangy flavor of Alice on the end of her tongue. Mmmmm! she thought. It is fucking delicious! And she thrust her tongue in, scooping up more and more of the sweet flow. Sweeter than wine it was. Joanne nuzzled in the flow of nectar and she kept licking her way in and out of Alice, stabbing up the quivery passageway with her tongue, penetrating the girl where she fucking lived. She could feel the younger woman's body growing hot where it touched her own, and she knew that she was getting pretty damned hot, too. A little trickle of goo was starting to run from her own pussy, down the insides of her thighs. Sighing, Joanne worked her thighs together, squeezed the itchy lips of her pussy, and she used her tongue with more and more frenzy in Alice, frenzy that matched the gurgling intense moans that seeped from Alice's trembling lips.

Alice grabbed for Joanne's ankle and locked her fingers around it. "Let me do you, too!" she pleaded. "I really want to eat you, now, while you're eating me. Let's do it together, baby, oh, together!"

Why not? Joanne thought, and she let herself be dragged around, until she was in position above Alice, the 6 mounting the 9. Not once in that switch of angle had she let go of her oral command of Alice's pussy, and she didn't know if she ever wanted to let it go. My God, she thought, it's incredible – my husband takes himself a mistress, one of his students no less, and here I am, gobbling her goobers and squashing mine down upon her face. Yesterday I heard her sucking and fucking my husband in his office, and today it's us doing it, my mouth on her snatch, her tongue punching into me like a wiggly little peter. I think I'm going crazy. But it's the only way to go.

She'd already climaxed once, while Alice was on the floor eating her cunt, and she knew that it was only a matter of minutes – perhaps seconds – until she came again. She could feel it in her guts, that churny, butterfly sensation, almost as if she'd been drinking on an empty stomach. And her head was floating around and around, too, and it was all she could do to keep her mind on her work, keep her mouth glued to Alice's twat, keep her tongue scooping in and out to feed herself on the fragrant honeysuckle that flowed out to wash her face in fuck. She knew that Alice was getting a mouthful, too, that her juices were oozing from her pussy walls with the same abundant excitement, and she could feel the tongue entering her again and again and again. Maybe it was the best head she'd ever gotten. She wasn't sure, it was so long since she'd gotten any good head at all, but if it wasn't the best, it was a million times better than the servicing she'd been forced to give herself with her fingers, with her pink plastic vibrator even, and she really hated him, hated him, hated him!

She hated him for causing all of this, for it if hadn't been for his infidelities, she wouldn't have gone all these months longing for love and satisfaction, she wouldn't have come to visit Alice Custer, she wouldn't have allowed herself to be seduced into lesbianism for the second time in her life. But she didn't feel the guilt that had begun to overtake her even during the act itself that other time. And she knew that even tomorrow, when her head had cleared, she wouldn't feel that guilt. She'd think back and remember that it was good, that it fulfilled her to make oral love with Alice. And, she told herself, I'll probably want to do it again!

God, she wasn't finished with this round and already she wanted to do it again! She wanted to spend the rest of the day on this bed, in this position, neither of them bothering to disconnect. Just catch a breath after the mad rush of orgasm, then do it again!

But wouldn't it be a good idea to hit that orgasmic peak first? she couldn't help asking herself. Yes, it really would, her semi-conscious mind replied, and she pried a little harder with her fingers, getting Alice more open, and her tongue began too rove up and down the small pink antechamber of Alice's cunt.

Alice was sucking Joanne now, just sucking her, sucking the whole expanse of the pussy, and Joanne lifted her face a moment, howling her delight toward the ceiling. "Now, yes, nowwwwwww!" The echo made her think of coyotes on the wild western desert, and that was kind of a giggle, really, but she couldn't waste time laughing about it, not when her cunt was about to explode and the smell of the pussy waiting for her to eat came wafting up into her nostrils, the sweet smell of Alice's wet little ruby fruit jungle. Moaning, beginning to hump out her orgasm, Joanne slammed her face down upon Alice's twat, and she ate until she felt the matching convulsions begin to ripple their way through Alice's cuntal tube. Yes, feed me, she thought, sucking up the hot juices that oozed and bubbled from the hole, feed me, feed me, feed me!