Ron Taylor - Teacher_s naughty wife

"Did you fight about me?" Joanne asked, squeezing his pecker bulge. He shifted about, looked uncomfortable, then nodded. "Oh, that's sweet! Do you know that nobody's fought over me since I was in the third grade? And you didn't come out of it too badly. No scars. Makes it all the nicer to kiss and touch you. Oh, don't be so skittish! Are you tight because I happen to be your teacher's wife? Well, I'm not sure if your teacher would care all that much, even if he knew you were here and that I was unzipping your pants and taking out your pretty cock and bending right down, just like this, and…" She had the tip of him in her mouth, and she knew as she sucked that he wouldn't get soft until he finished the job he'd started yesterday at the trailer – until he shot a thick hot load of his cum up her twitching twat. And that was fine with Joanne. Super.

When she was naked, standing by the couch, he put his hands on her ass and kissed her belly. His tongue flitted in and out of her navel, then licked gently downwards into the curls of her dark bush. She felt him touch her labes, but it wasn't the knowing, sure kind of licks she'd gotten from Alice today. Maybe it was true. Maybe only another woman could make oral love to a pussy in that perfect way. But as she clutched Ronnie's head, pulled him into her moist crotch, she knew that with a little experience the boy could do a damned good job all the same. And she was pretty sure where he could get the experience he needed. Why not? If her husband was entitled to a playmate, wasn't she? "Don't bite, darling," she whispered, stroking his head. "Just make love to me."

Actually, she was still excruciatingly tender-twatted from the lovemaking she'd gotten at Alice Custer's apartment. The slightest touch of his tongue on her labia reminded Joanne of the frantic eating she had both received and dished out a little earlier in the day, and she closed her eyes, seeing it clearly, the two of them rolling on the bed, mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth, sucking and biting and licking until the flames of orgasm fired up in each of their bellies and they smeared their wet juices all over one another's mouths. Afterwards they'd kissed the sticky goo off each other's lips, tasting their own cuntal secretions, and it had been so sweet, so lovely, she knew she'd have to do it again, and soon, and she didn't care if Tom found out. He'd lucked onto a good thing, but he couldn't hog it for himself. No, she would have to have her share of Alice, too. But that was for later. Now was for Ronnie.

He caressed her ass while he licked her twat, and she groaned. "What's this?" he asked, leaning around and staring at the scratches on her hips. They were reddish streaks, the claw marks Alice had made when she was deep into the act of receiving Joanne's cum. There were similar scratch marks on Alice's thighs and ass. Each of the women had kissed those, too.

"Nothing that you should worry about," she said, and she pulled Ronnie to his feet. His stiff cock was sticking out of his unzipped pants, and she stared down at it, lusting, drooling. She didn't know if she'd rather suck him dry or fuck the cum out of his rod. Ah, sweet temptation! She grabbed his pecker, squeezed it up and down while he stood shaking with his need, and then both of them were undressing him, pulling off his shirt and pants and shorts, getting him down to the bare essentials as quickly as possible.

"I think I want you to fuck me," she said. "You can even throw in a little rape, if that idea gets you off, mnmmmm? In fact – if you want me, you'll have to catch me first!" She pushed him and he fell back onto the couch, his cock sticking up. Joanne turned and ran, her bare ass wiggling, and she heard his patting footsteps coming after her in hot pursuit.

She went to the kitchen door, considered running into the backyard. But the neighbors would see and probably call the police. No, it would have to be inside. Damn it. If she ever got a house of her own, it would have a high hedge, protecting her from the peering eyes of busybody neighbors. And if she wanted to fuck her ass off in the grass, she could do it. God! She was just turning to take another course when Ronnie came up behind her. He grabbed her sore buns and spun her around, and they melted into an embrace, his bare cock hard and stiff between their pressing bodies, and she swallowed his tongue until she couldn't stand another moment of waiting. She broke loose from his lips, dropped to her knees, fed his cock into her mouth and began to suck him with the voraciousness of a hungry tiger.

"Oh, yeah!" he panted in delight, holding her by the skull while she worked her lips up and down on his prick.

She took him deeply, almost to the balls, and her mouth hungered for still more. She worked his cock with her fingers while she suckled his knob, and she was rewarded with the sweetest drop of early cum. It oozed from. Ronnie's dick onto the tip of her tongue, and she savored it like an oenophile with a glass of 1864 Lafite-Rothschild.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, swirling her tongue around nun, randy and ready, almost hoping he'd disgorge his sweet load of jism and fill her mouth with the delicacy of his semen.

But he didn't. His cock throbbed, and as it pulsated against her lips and tongue, she knew that she wouldn't be content until she'd fucked him, fucked him to a blistering orgasm that mingled both their juices. Both their juices!

She moved her thighs together, squeezed off her pussy, felt the abundant flow of viscosity from her gash. She was ready! God, she was more than ready! Joanne stood up, offered him her lips to kiss, and she said, "Let's do it right here. You've caught me. I'm all yours." She moved past him, to the dishwasher. "Here?" she said. "Can you reach me with your prick? Climb up here and open my legs and pooch out my little cunt for you?"

"If I can't, I'll get a stepladder," Ronnie said in a low, growly voice. He came toward her, his cock wiggling and red-knobbed. She spread her legs and he seemed to melt right into her. Neither of them touched his dick. They didn't have to. It must have smelled the arousal of her dripping twat. He leaned close and his cock jumped right into her open, wet hole. She put her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and she pulled him into her sex, and he began to fuck her, precisely the way she needed to be fucked at that moment. Hard and fast, his prick stabbing into her again and again and again, till her well-used cunt screamed for mercy but her body wouldn't give that mercy, because her body needed to be used, again, now!

"That's it," she said, "that's really it! Oh, Lord, Ronnie, were you doing this well yesterday when we had to stop?"

"Fuck yesterday!" he said. "Let's fuck for now!"

"Sounds – great – if you can – oooohhhh – deliver…"

"Try this on for size, Mrs. Professor Hickman," and he started working into her from three or four different approaches, banging Joanne all over the top of the dishwasher. She'd have fallen off but for the grip of her legs around his waist and thighs, for she let go with her arms and waved them above her head…

"Ofuckinle!" she yelled. "Hey, toro!"

His cock was a raging bull in her cunt. Not a big cock, but Jesus, it felt big enough to do the job and what else really counted? He did the corrido into her, out of her into her again, and he kept lifting her legs higher and higher, slipping down to let them past Joanne rocked back against the wall and her legs were slung over his shoulders and he had her lifted as high as she would lift and still allow his cock any penetration of her pussy. And when he penetrated! Sweet God! She wasn't sure she'd ever been touched in some of the places Ronnie Spencer was pumping his pecker, and she wanted, needed, to be touched there again. "Fuck me, Ronnie!" she whimpered. "Oh, really fuck me! Shove that cock into my belly! God, I can feel it coming up into my throat!"