Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

He stretched out on the bed, holding his cock erect with the fingers of his left hand. Joanne moved onto the bed with him, and she seized his pecker as she settled down onto her knees beside Tom. "I can't get over how big and hard it swells up," she purred. "Like the barrel of a cannon. Big, round, stiff as steel. And all mine. It is all mine, isn't it?"

"Damn right it is, Miss Honeybun. Belongs to you and that sweet little honeybun of yours. Come here. Let me touch you. God, where did you get those panties? Your twat sticks out and I don't even have to take your pants off to get at you. I like that, baby, really like it."

He began to paw her bare pussy, and she squirmed about, giving him total access to her twat. He squeezed her hairy bush, and there was a momentary hesitation, as if he were trying to remember whether Alice's beaver had always been quite as thick as it felt now. But his hand flexed again, and sappy juices emerged from the crease of her slit, and they touched his palm and he seemed to forget about questions. Joanne pushed her cunt at him, into the clutch of his hand, and she groaned when he worked his finger into her hole. She wasn't quite as small-twatted as Alice. Maybe he'd notice that, too? She could tell the difference in a minute.

If Tom noticed, he gave no sign. His middle finger stabbed into Joanne, and she gave three hearty pulls at his pecker. She heard him moan, deep and low, and she eased onto her side. One of her legs hung over the edge of the bed, the other stretched toward the head of the bed, past Tom's face. He had his hands in her cunt, using both of them to spread and finger-fuck her, and she turned toward the beckoning scent of his aroused cock.

In the dark she had only her nose and her instincts to rely on, but there wasn't even a brief hesitation in her movement. She worked her face toward his dick and her tongue thrust out, ready to lick as soon as she made contact with his heated flesh.

She touched, licked the salty, meaty taste of him, and her tongue didn't let go. Her fingers wrapped tight around Tom's cock and she lifted her head slightly, still licking, lifted high enough to poise her mouth above the tip of his rod. And, tongue still at work, she lowered her head and he slipped into her wet orality, thrusting deeply up Joanne's mouth, toward the back of her throat.

He tensed, flexed, stabbed into her, and it wasn't only his rod that was doing the job. His fingers stiffened, and he had two or three of them in her pussy now, punching his way into Joanne's wet hole.

Which was getting wetter and wetter. She hadn't believed that fucking her husband in the dark without his knowledge, could be half so exciting. Wasn't there a play of Shakespeare's that used a similar plot device? she asked herself as she gobbled and twitched and she tried to think but it wouldn't come to her. Well, she'd never been much for Shakespeare. Great theater, but it wasn't the kind of acting she could handle.

Joanne giggled while she sucked. She was doing this in the dark, too. And wasn't she really playing some kind of role, even in this, her revenge? Wasn't she trying to be the outraged and faithful wife, getting even with a husband who had used her callously and brutally? But did she really, honestly feel that way? She wasn't sure… She wasn't even sure she wanted to know. For ten years she'd put her acting ambitions on the back burner. Right how she was probably playing the greatest role of her life, building up to the kind of curtain that any working actress would give her left tit to accomplish. And she would do it to a fucking T!

She was giving his cock hell now, using her mouth and teeth and lips and tongue in wild harmonies and counterpoints. She didn't know that Alice had also been affected by the dark, that Alice had bitten the hand that would soon feed her. It just seemed the thing to do. Sex in total darkness was something primitive and primeval and wickedly, oh, God, so wickedly exciting! She tightened her lips, worked her head up and down faster and faster. She knew his tempo, though it had been so long, Lord, so long, and she was remembering more and more as she kept on eating Tom's cock. She drew her lips back, bared her teeth, ground them into the rigid resilience of his tool. She heard him groan, felt his fingers stab agonizingly deep and hard into her pussy, and a tiny, mini-come shot through her pussy. It hadn't even been this good when they were a typical loving married couple, thought Joanne. There was an undercurrent of conspiracy and excitement that she had literally never felt in her marriage. But it was here now, throbbing in her veins, and she could even taste it rolling across her tongue, stronger even than the salty ripeness of his pecker. She humped her pussy against his stabbing fingers and she did her Goddamnedest to swallow all eight inches of Tom.

It was good, damn it, and that was the worst. The wide schism between them made it even better than it should have been. He thought she was someone else, and he was feeding her the cock that Alice Custer would normally have been sucking, but she wasn't Alice even if she was acting that role. She was Joanne, his wife, and she was getting her revenge, just as sweet, just as juicy, as she had hoped it would be.

His cock swelled suddenly, and he gushed into her mouth. Joanne groaned in dismay, for she hadn't wanted it to happen. But how could she have prevented it, with the hard, demanding blow job she had given him? She sucked the cum down her throat as it squirted, and she kept her mouth tight around him, sucking to make sure his dick didn't go soft now, when it was about to do her even more service.

His finger-fucking in her pussy dropped almost to a standstill as he pulsed into his orgasm, and his cock throbbed three or four times in her mouth, each throb sending a fresh sticky spurt of jizz into Joanne. Goddamn it, he tasted as good as ever! And she hated the months she had been forced to live without this kind of pleasure, the feel of his semen coursing down her throat in a sweet white river! Oh, when he found out! When he found out!

"I need a minute to catch my breath," he said, petting her cunt through the opening in the crotch of the black panties. His other hand was on her thigh, tracing the outline of her stocking top, playing with her lacy garter. "I think you really sucked it out of me that time, baby. Not just the scooze – everything!"

"There's more," Joanne whispered, petting his pecker. "There's always more with you. I think you could probably manage to stud thee or four women, all the time, and none of them would feel she was having to do without."

"Fat chance, Honeybun," he laughed, rubbing her thigh. "Why don't we smoke some of that wseed of yours and see what comes up? I know I can't swing it again right now."

When did he start smoking marijuana, for Chrissake? In the years she'd known him, Joanne had never seen her husband use any kind of dope other than aspirin. Seemed as if he had an entire life on the side, not just a piece of pussy.

"I can't wait," she simpered, and she pinched the base of his dangling balls.

"Yeoowwwww!" he yelped in a sharp voice, but it had the effect she was looking for. His cock stiffened in her hand and she knew that it would certainly stay hard long enough for her to take a delicious pony ride. Gently, she extracted herself from the caress of his hands and moved astride his supine body.

"Now it's my turn," she said. "I gave you your pleasure in my mouth, and you have to give me mine. Right here…" stroking the tip of his dick through her pubic hair as she poised above him "…is where I need it. And I think I'm going to get it!"

She straightened his rod, mashed her labes with its tip, and she came down slowly onto the sticky length of his cum-smeared tool. "Oh, shit," Tom growled, grabbing her by the legs. His hands fumbled in the darkness but he made a hold and he didn't let go. "Oh, shit, I think I'm gonna give it to you! Alice, baby, what's with you today? I mean…" he paused to give her a few fast upstrokes, lunges that went deeply up Joanne's pussy and made her quiver with joy. Just like old times, she thought, really like old times! "…you're so hung up on crazy kinks today. That outfit, doing it in the dark, the hungry way you ate me. It's not quite like you."