Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

Ronnie had frozen in position, the fat ruby head of his cock sticking out above his partly lowered shorts. Joanne came closer, leaned her face toward his. She kissed his mouth, kissed him hungrily, her tongue working into his mouth, and at the same time one of her hands shot toward his crotch and she trapped his prick between thumb and forefinger. She gave it a pinching squeeze of affection as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he put his arms around her, tight, grasping, ready. The two of them leaned sideways and fell onto the bed, still kissing, still touching.

"I don't believe this is happening to me," Ronnie said breathlessly, fighting free of Joanne's mouth. She worked her hand down into his shorts, rubbed her hand along the full length of his stiff cock. His cock was shorter than Tom's, maybe six inches long at total erection, but his rod was thick and bulky and her fingers slid around it as she felt his burning arousal and the equipment he possessed to satiate that arousal.

He put his hand on her chin, turned her face back a little, and brought his mouth down onto hers. It was a fierce male kiss, and she relished every second of it, drinking his saliva, sucking his tongue. She hadn't been kissed by someone who meant it in a long time. Too damned long! Her fist tightened on his cock and she got her other hand into play, working the shorts down his butt, freeing his rigid prick totally for the delight of her fingers.

"Leggo!" Joanne panted, breaking free. His eyes clouded, but they warmed fast when she pulled up his t-shirt and began to lick and kiss his smooth, almost hairless chest. Nice skin, she thought, tasting it with her tongue. Tom didn't have a lot of body hair either, and she'd never cared too much for the stuff on men. Tom. Her brain boiled a second as she thought of Tom and wondered if he was still in his office, maybe getting seconds or thirds from that girl, Alice Custer. But her lips closed on one of Ronnie's nipples and she forgot her rage in the sweet joy of feeling his little pap hard and stiff against the tip of her tongue. She tasted his flesh and his anxious, horny sweat, and she bit him ever so lightly, the way Tom always liked her to bite. Used to like. "Godddddd!" Ronnie moaned.

He was trusting in her fist now, groaning, his fingers working in her hair. A boy, she thought, all hot and horny. Not a lot of subtlety about him, but she didn't need subtlety. What she did need she was pretty sure he could give her. A fucking, fast and hard, a rocking ride that would turn her marrow to jelly, her pussy to hot simmering juice that oozed in puddles from her raw red crack. A fuck that would melt her ovaries and send her screaming into a fiery, frenetic come. A fuck. A real fuck. She stroked him more vigorously, licking her way down his belly.

She had to twist herself about to get at him most easily, anti the bed was really too narrow for athletic screwing. But somehow she managed to turn, and her long, mesh-covered legs thrust up the bed, past Ronnie's head, as she worked her face into his crotch toward the stiff red cock that was held upright by her trembling fingers. Lord God, it had been so long since she'd had her hands on a prick that throbbed like his, a prick that leaked little bubbles of pre-cum out its slitted tip as her hands squeezed and teased up and down his thick length, a prick that wanted to be loved, not just a prick that was risen to do some sort of husbandly obligation. And she could feel the difference.

"I'm going to suck you," she announced. "I'm going to suck you and I may not know when to stop. Are you in any danger of coming soon?"

"Christ!" Ronnie moaned, sliding his hand up and down her thigh, "you know it! I feel like I'm ready to bust!"

"You dear sweet boy," Joanne whispered. She leaned closer, touched his large, swollen cum-tube with her tongue.

"Wow!" he yelped, jerking. His cock thrust up into the open air, and she held her breath, afraid he'd spill the goodies now, not even give her a taste. And she wanted it in her mouth, his hot meaty prick, his salty flowing cum, if it so happened that, he couldn't keep his balls restrained. She didn't want it to flow, wasted, before she could get a bite.

But he was under strain, she understood, and she could sympathize. She'd come onto him in the bar, come onto him in the street, and she'd had her hand in his crotch all the way from downtown to his trailer park lodgings. He'd almost come in her hand walking from the car to the trailer. He was a boy, only nineteen, and she doubted if he had a lot of experience under his belt. Boys his age tended to be on short fuses all the time. But, if she remembered her own teenage years, they also tended to be capable of almost nonstop fucking. Get hard, shoot the jizz, get hard again.

His hand touched her bare, fuzzy crotch, and one of his fingers nudged impatiently at the tight mouth of her twat. She moaned, and she felt the sweet wetness begin to flow around his prodding finger. She realized that he wasn't the only one on a short fuse. "Oh, do it!" she whispered, and he screwed energetically at her cunt. His knuckle kept bumping the base of her stiff, risen clit, and she moaned each time he tapped her there. She moaned and watched her vision blur delightfully. She was only inches from the cock she held in her trembling fist but she couldn't immediately find the strength and concentration to approach him with the lust simmering inside her skull.

"Like this?" he asked, charmingly boyish, his finger popping into her hole. She whined in glee as it began to corkscrew inside her snug sucking pussy, turning round and round, plunging deep and spiraling its way back again. Juice was leaking from the walls of her twat, juice that oozed from the splayed mouth of her sex, and she could smell it as it flowed into her surrounding fur. His finger jiggled inside her again and again, coaxing forth greater and greater washes of lubrication, and he used the stuff to grease his persistent passage in and out.

Joanne squeezed his prick and saw one large bubble of cum beginning to form in his deep cock-gash. "Ooohhh!" she moaned, and her fingers locked on his rod, scooted up his thick shaft, and wiped that drop of jizz away. Still holding him with her other hand, she brought her cum-stained fingers to her mouth and licked them avidly, loving every droplet of the fuck juice she was tasting with her lips and tongue. It was sweet cum, young cum, and she looked up from sucking her fingers, looked at the cock that had provided her with that delicious sample. Lips smacking, she moved toward him, bending his rod in the direction of her mouth. She thrust her head down upon Ronnie's cock and began to suck him, suck him with the long-denied passion that simmered inside her bones.

As his cock thrust into her mouth he plunged his finger up her twat, the rest of his hand shivering against the bun of her pussy. He made his finger wiggle deep inside and she moaned as she sucked. Her tongue sloshed round and round his thick hard prick and she could taste more cum, oozing so lazily, so slowly, from the tip, cum that frothed on her tongue and tasted warm all the way down her throat. She tightened her mouth, worked it round and round on him, and she was squeezing his nuts all the while, his nuts and the root of his dick, squeezing, teasing, supplicating. He didn't let up for a second with his finger in her snatch and she wiggled her hips in invitation, a come building in her guts.

And such a different kind of come, too! She was so used to the ones that came from masturbation, hot comes that nonetheless left her cheated, unsatisfied where it really counted. Not this time! She worked her hips, squashed her pussy down upon his impaling finger, and he began to rub her throbbing clit with the ball of his thumb. It wasn't a refined kind of stimulation, not the kind she got from her husband, but on the other hand, what did she get from her husband nowadays? And it was a lot better than doing it herself. By now she knew everything that her fingers were capable of doing to her pussy. She didn't know what Ronnie would do to her next, whether he'd squiggle his finger in her clutching twat or rub her labes with his thumb or strum her clit like a guitar string. He was amateurish and unrefined at best, but he was young – young enough that he probably wasn't very experienced. And he was doing all tight all the same. Joanne sucked harder, and she started working her fingers like a movable ring around the base of his dick while her mouth was adoring the upper half of him.