Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

"I don't know what you're doing to me," he said, "but it sounds Goddamned attractive when you talk about it."

"That's the Tom I was wanting to hear from," Joanne said. "If you'd like to go over to the couch, we can watch it from a much better, angle. Or maybe you won't even feel like watching after I get started on you."

She led him across the room by the cock, set him down on the sofa, planted her bare ass beside him. She offered him her nipples to suck, and it was good to feel his old familiar mouth suckling at her paps. She crooned in delight and stroked his head and shoulders and said, "Where did we ever drift apart?" He didn't answer, but his mouth on her tits was answer enough. They'd drifted back together.

Alice was still busy with Ronnie, and he was sitting on the floor, shucking off his pants while she kept gobbling his cock. Everyone needs some strange, Joanne thought. It must be a natural human urge. Tom has a bigger dick than Ronnie, and his cum is so much tastier, but there she lies on the floor, sweet Alice, wolfing at his tool so greedily you might think she'd never had the chance to eat one before and she wanted to make up for lost time. And Ronnie, moaning and groaning, and I know she can't give that much better a blowjob than I do, but it's a new, strange mouth on his cock, and that's what really counts, I guess.

Now Ronnie's pants were off, and Alice had him by the nuts and root, feeding his cock into her suckling mouth. He was reaching down to stroke her tits, and he really seemed to dig those skinny nipples of hers. They were long enough to get a real grip on, and he kept squeezing and pinching them, making Alice moan responsively around his cock. She wiggled closer to him, and he slid his hand down into her furry pie. His fingers found the small, tight slash of her pussy and he stroked into her. Alice's legs stiffened, the toes curling and wiggling, and then she drew herself up into a tight little ball, trapping his hand between her thighs.

Ronnie looked up at Joanne. "This is crazy wild," he said. "I'm not only fucking my teacher's wife, I'm also getting blown by his girlfriend."

"Mmmm-hmmm," Joanne grinned, "but I suspect this is only the start." She stretched her leg across the floor toward Ronnie. He leaned to meet it, put his hand on her foot, lifting it. "Suck my toes," she said. "I like the way you do that."

"Sure thing," Ronnie replied, and he began to lick between her toes, lick wet and warm, his tongue sloshing through so ticklish and snakelike it made her flesh crawl in delight. She pushed her foot at him, and he began to lick at the sole of her foot, too, and talk about ticklish!

"We're almost a daisy chain," she told Tom, catching him by the ears and lifting his head from her tits. "Look."

"Well," Tom said, "then let's pick a few more flowers and see what happens. Try this." He reared up, slid his body across Joanne's left leg, and brought the head of his pecker to her pussy gash.

There was a tingle in her luscious labes, a tingle that was almost, but not quite, pain. Sweet God, she'd gotten such a workout the last two days! More than she'd had in months! And it had all started when she frigged herself with Tom's bath brush. Mmm. She'd have to tell him about that sometime. But she didn't need it any more. And the vibrator? Well, unless Alice could come up with some kind of group activity that included a vibrator, she would probably give the thing to the Goodwill. Maybe there was some sexually deprived woman in town who could use a good vibrator. Plus batteries. She would never have to seek satisfaction from a plastic machine again. Not when she had these real flesh-and-blood machines to give her pleasure. Tom and Ronnie and Alice. A different kind of sex with each of them.

With Tom she could be totally loose and open, her pussy could expect to be satiated time and again, and they had the advantage of knowing one another so intimately. No secrets, no hidden desires that hadn't been fulfilled. Not now. Ronnie. Young, a lot to learn and a promising student. Joanne would be his real teacher, though he was in Tom's English class. And she'd teach it all to him, make him a stud who was a perfect match for her own desires. And Alice. Mmmm, maybe Alice was the nicest discovery of all! With men it was a matter of fucking, but the interplay between women was something altogether different, something men could never appreciate no matter how they tried. And she'd always been afraid of it. Well, she wasn't afraid now. In fact, she was rather envious of the finger Ronnie still had, buried in Alice's tangy twat. She wished to Christ it was her own tongue, delving into that juicy swamp of flesh and hair. Well, soon it would be her tongue between Alice's thighs, and she would be tasting those sweet honey juices that had excited her so much this afternoon. God, what a happy ending this story was turning out to have! And to think that murder had been on her mind only yesterday afternoon!

Tom thrust into Joanne and she groaned in ecstasy as his long thick tool rammed its way up her slick tunnel. She was still greasy from their fuck in the bedroom, and the activities she had initiated here in the living room certainly hadn't done anything to dry up her twat. She felt him squish into her depths and she sighed. Her free leg sidled around his body and he slid atop her, pushing his rod even deeper, harder. Jesus, he was so stiff! The idea was taking toot in him now. He would certainly go along with it all. Did he have any choice?

"Honey," he said, looking down at her, "I think I've been unfair as hell to you, and I'm sorry."

"Thank you," she replied. "I was hoping you'd get around to telling me that. But I really feel a lot more like fucking than talking, if you know what I mean?"

"That's one thing I do know," he said. "And, you know, hon, I really think it is best with you."

"Too late now, Thomas! Like it or not, we have moved into the realm of the open marriage. And I don't feel like drawing in my horns. Can you live with that?"

"I suppose I'll have to. Not that it seems to be hard to do."

He found his rhythm, and he began to fuck her in passionate stabs that went deep and visited all her cuntal erogenous areas in the process. Joanne writhed and twisted under him, and her foot jerked loose from Ronnie's mouth. She peeked over Tom's shoulder, saw that Ronnie was beyond caring. He was holding Alice by the head now, running his fingers through her frizzy blonde hair, and he was stabbing her mouth again and again with his cock. In fact, even as Joanne stole a peek, she saw the boy's face contort and she saw Alice's body jerk and she knew that the girl was getting her first taste of Ronnie's fresh young cum. It was Beaujolais, compared to the Bordeaux-like stuff Tom could squirt. Getting it must be a change for Alice.

Yes, she thought, everyone likes a piece of strange now and then. It's good for the body and the spirit.

It had been so long since she and Tom had been this close, this intimate, this Goddamned horny, that she felt as if she, too, were getting some strange. She rubbed her leg up and down his back and she said, "Ooohhh, darling, fuck me, fuck me the way you used to! The lights are on now and you know it's me, so give it to me for Joanne's sake!"

Alice had cum running from her mouth. Ronnie must have given her one hell of a load. She was licking her chin, trying to scoop it up, using her fingers, too. Drops of jism leaked onto her tits and she fingered them, brought them to her mouth, sucked them up. She looked at Joanne and she grinned broadly. "You know," she said, "it seems to me that if you're letting Ronnie move in with you, the least you could do is turn a spare room over to me. Like, I don't see any sense in keeping up separate establishments. Do you?"

"Talk to the man of the house," Joanne grinned back. "He's in charge of luring young females into our den of sin. If you think you can stand the 24-hour orgies, though, it's jake by me."