When Jack Jensen showed up at his music teacher's house, just across the street from his own, he was totally unprepared for what greeted him.
At first he thought the fantastically seductive brunette who opened the door couldn't possibly be Miss Hawkins. In the first place, she didn't wear thick glasses and her hair wasn't coiled up on top of her head. In the second place, she wasn't wearing a shapeless dress. And finally, she had a figure that made his eyes practically bulge.
What greeted Jack was a tall, big-breasted, long legged knockout. Her huge brown eyes were luminous, almost burning. She wore mascara, rouge and lipstick, looking like a model for a foxy magazine cover. Her snug, low-cut dress revealed creamy tits that particularly billowed out over her V-neck. Her leg were clad in misty black nylon and high heels.
Jack had lost has cherry in the back seat of a jalopy at a drive-in movie. The recipient of his long bursting cock was a gushing girl, not even a cherry herself. He'd had a number of girls since, some average, some really cute. A few of them could really fuck, although most of them were clumsy and mushy with inexperience.
But all the pussy in Rockville lined up stark naked couldn't begin to compare to this knockout.
"Don't just stand there, gawking," Anne said, with a sultry smile. "Came on in, Jack."
He hauled his guitar case into the living room and sat down on the sofa, awkwardly. At eighteen, the first thing, that occurred to him was that obviously the luscious brunette had a date with someone after his music lesson. But as a sharp tingling began in his balls, spreading along the length of his thick coiled prick, Jack realized he'd have to go through his lesson with a painful hard-on. Jesus, if he stood up he'd look as though he had a salami in his pants.
Anne Hawkins stood before him, her eyes smoldering. "I don't know if you like wine, but I've got some sherry if you'd like a glass."
Anne went, into the kitchen, her blood singing with excitement. She'd taken more than two hours to transform herself into a sultry knockout. But the effect even surprised herself. And the energy that went into it was pure horny lust, accumulated for more than a year. Just thinking about that handsome, super hung kid sitting in the next room with an obviously huge erection was enough to make her hot pussy begin to seep its primed juices.
She poured half a large glass of sherry for him, then tapped the glass with vodka. He wouldn't know the difference and it would loosen him up. For herself, she poured straight vodka, knowing that the only thing that would loosen her up was a few torrid hours of ball-kissing, cocksucking, having her aching cunt lasciviously devoured and a nonstop fucking session for at least an hour.
Anne went back to the living room. He'd already started fooling around with his guitar, the chords tinny and inept.
"Am I getting any better?" he asked.
"A little," she said. "It takes time and practice, Jack. Drink your drink, honey."
He gulped half his drink down, feeling awkward. She'd never called him honey before. And she was actually staring at his hard-on with some of the hungriest eyes he'd ever seen in his life. For the first time it occurred to Jack that she'd turned herself into a sexy, mouth-watering bombshell just for him.
Well, hell, he knew he was good looking enough, for the chicks in high school anyway. Normally, he'd just make a pass at a schoolgirl by kissing her and squeezing her tit at the same time. Then he'd slowly work his fingers under her skirt and up around her crotch, which was usually soaked by this time. But that seemed clumsy as hell to him with a voluptuous woman like this. Obviously, she'd been around at one time or another and, looking as wild as this, could have her choice of any man in town. Why a high-school kid like himself?
Mentally, Anne was already thinking about that. Men her own age bored her, like her ex-husband. There wasn't any sense of conquest, or especially corruption. For a year or more now, she'd fantasized turning on handsome boys like Jack so lewdly, they'd never forget her. And no matter who else they screwed or married, they – could think back and say, "Wow, that sexy music teacher, Miss Hawkins, now that was an unforgettable experience, the wildest mouth and ass I've ever had." But at the age of thirty-one, Anne also knew she'd probably have to take the first step. The boy was awed by her, that much was, clear. She finished her drink, put it down, and took the guitar from him and placed it beside the sofa.
Then the tall brunette leaned over and kissed him with naked lust. She slithered her tongue deep into his mouth, writhing it around. A moment later she put her warm hand on his thick pounding prick and squeezed. "Would you like to fuck me, Jack?" she whispered hotly in his ear. She unzipped his fly before he could even reply. Sliding her fingers inside, she grasped his hot coiled meat with a low moan off fervor. God, what a prick! The mere feel of its throbbing, burning power brought the wildest urges to her whirling mind.
Suddenly the frustrated divorcee wanted to be fucked everywhere, endlessly. Not only in her holly sucking pussy, which had already soaked her panties until they were completely drenched, but in her tingling asshole and mouth, even between the mounds of her lush, swollen tits.
"Christ, yes!" Jack breathed, putting a hand on her warm tit and squeezing. She'd taken his long fleshy rod out of his pants now, and was milking it gently in her soft warm fist. For a few moments, the boy was afraid he'd come in her hand.
Sensing how wildly aroused he was, the brunette slowed down. She released his boiling meat from her fingers, and undid his belt-buckle. If he was going to come that fast, she might as well get all that delicious hot juice spurring down her throat instead of all over her hand.
Anne knelt between Jack's thighs and slid down his pants and jockey-shorts with them. Far a few moments, her tits panted feverishly as she just stared at the gigantic crimson prick. All the juices of youth flowed and pounded in its thick length. Tiny purple veins of impatience quivered along his bright-red rod, and already a thick creamy drop of come oozed from his massive knob.
Jack sat on the sofa, naked from the waist down. The softly moaning brunette knelt between his muscled thighs and firmly gripped the trunk of his cock in one hand. Already it quivered explosively. Issuing a deep moan of hunger, Anne darted out her long pink tongue and licked up the salty drop of come, tasting it happily. She would give him a blowjob he'd never forget, so he'd come back again and again for more.
But first, the artistic frills. She held his pounding rod up with one hand and nuzzled her lips to his fuzzy balls. She licked at them lasciviously for a minute, before putting her lips on their hairy hugeness and sucking fervently.
"Oh, shit, Miss Hawkins! Oh wow, that's good! Oh, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmm! I love it when you suck my balls like that!"
By now the madly aroused brunette was getting so feverish she had to fight the urge to fingerfuck herself at the same time. But Jack would have enough juice stored up to come again and again, in her madly pounding cunt and aching asshole, just about anywhere she desired.
Jack cupped her head in his hands and nudged her closer to his tingling balls. He'd had schoolgirls blow him before, but it was girl-scout stuff compared to this! She was tracing lusty circles on his balls with her hot tongue, pausing every few seconds to suck on them passionately. The young girls Jack had persuaded to go down on him before, and not all of them needed a hell of a lot of persuasion, either, had usually given him clumsy but eager blowjobs. Just sucking out his boiling come as fast as they could to please him. But this wildly sexy brunette was driving him absolutely crazy with her lustful teasing.
Suddenly Anne gasped his quivering meat in her mouth and began greedily sucking him off, deep animal moans coming from her throat. She began whipping her head back and forth with a pent-up urgency, eager to gulp down his youthful juices, to relish every burning drop. At the same time, she jerked the trunk of his pounding rod lewdly in her hot fist.
"Can't-can't hold my rocks!" Jack gasped, astonished at her frenzied cocksucking. He jerked his prick up to meet her sucking-motions, feeling as if his jism was being drained out of him by an electric sucking machine. Lord, what a blowjob! Every nerve in his loins was exploding as the divorcee's madly hungry mouth pumped passionately on his rock-hard meat. The lusty combination of her jerking hot fist at the same time triggered a tremendous climax.
"Ooooooo, shit! Oh Christ Miss Hawkins, unnnnnng! Can't take your wild mouth! Here it comes, here – wow! – Get my rocks off! Ooooooooo!" Frantic groans of lust coming from her throat, Anne sucked faster and more furiously. The massive bursting prick quivered for long thrilling moments in Anne's mouth, swelling and growing as hard as a brick. Then his load came in great torrents of salty lava. Greedily the brunette gulped it down, loving the burning creamy taste, gently ripping her teeth along his fleshy rod in frenzied hunger.
For a solid minute, Jack continued to burst his flood of come into her fantastically eager mouth, gasping and groaning with excitement. Her crazed moans were subsiding now, but still Anne sucked fiercely as his long cock slowly deflated. Every molten drop of his young juice was nectar to her starved throat, and a thrilling promise of what her pussy and asshole would soon get.
At last she released his limp prick with a long, delicious sigh of happiness. The blowjob was fierce and urgent, over with too quickly for her satisfaction. But there would be others, plenty of others, and not just with Jack either.
She milked a final few drops out with her fist, which she eagerly lapped up. Then she stood up with a languorous expression, her eyes still glowing on his thick dangling prick.
"Did you like that, Jack? Was it good enough for you?"
The eighteen-year-old nodded, still catching his breath. "It was far out, Miss Hawkins. Jesus, I never got my rocks off like that! It was… dynamite."
Feeling a thrill of pride, Anne went to the kitchen to refill their glasses. This time she poured straight vodka. Sucking off a beautiful young boy like Jack was an experience she desperately needed, but now her silken cunt pulsated and ached with a powerful need of its own. And not just her sex-starved pussy, either. There was a strange tingling in her asshole, a need to be ravaged there by his gorgeous young prick as well.
By now, the brunette music teacher knew she was half-drunk, but she was careless about the outcome of any of it, as long as she could gratify the wild fantasies that had tormented her for more than a year. Her cunt felt like a throbbing mass of fire, and every nerve in her succulently curved flesh ached fiercely. Her swollen nipples tingled madly, begging to be sucked and gently bitten. But above all, she needed that throbbing, gigantic young prick rammed up her sucking pussy until she fainted with sheer satisfaction and joy.
She'd waited so long, held off so stupidly, Anne Hawkins wondered if she'd ever get enough sucking and fucking to gratify her built-up urgency.
Back in the living room, she pulled Jack up by the hand and fondled his deflated rod in her lewd fingers as they sipped their drinks. It stiffened rapidly again in her stroking fingers.
"Ever eat a pussy before?" she whispered to him wantonly. She loved the raw sex-sound of the words after playing the role of a starved spinster for so long. She could also feel the effect the obscene words were having on the boy as his prick leaped hungrily in her fingers.
"Yeah, sure," Jack lied. The truth was, he'd had the urge a couple of times with a few of the cuter chicks he'd dated, but he'd never actually gone down on them. The prospect of ramming his tongue up this gorgeous brunette's cunt bath intimidated and excited the hell out of him. Suppose he disappointed her?
"Or suck on a girl's tits and fingerfucked her at the same time, until she came all over your fingers?" Anne murmured, stroking just a bit harder on his rigid hot meat. She'd get the boy so hot he wouldn't be able to stop coming.
"Christ, Miss Hawkins, you're getting me so worked up I'm going to come in your fingers," Jack rasped, gulping down the rest of his drink in one swallow.
"Or fucked a girl in the ass?" the madly aroused brunette continued, relentlessly. Actually, the words were exciting herself at least as much as him. Why, she wondered, did it sound so great to be a whore after playing the role of a spinster for so long? But she loved the role of the insatiable whore, at least right now.
"No," Jack stammered truthfully. The idea of screwing the tall, sultry divorcee in her beautifully curved ass brought an impatient drop of come oozing from his crimson knob.
As far as Anne was concerned, her inner debate was over with. She wanted this boy's massive pole rammed up her pussy right now, every hot pounding inch. The rest of her sex-starved desires have to wait. Only a straight, hot, ruthless fuck would put out her fire for now. Dog style the first time. She wanted those big young balls crushing brutally against her nakedly curved ass each time he rammed forward, like a burning pile driver.
"Undress me," she said in a husky voice. "Strip me, honey, and then fuck me until I faint."
His fingers trembling with eagerness, Jack stood behind the sultry brunette and unzipped her dress. All the while she undulated her big warm ass against his naked prick, getting him hotter, more furiously aroused. Whom her dress was tossed aside, he unsnapped her bra, took it off and toad that aide. She clutched his hands and squeezed them to her luscious hot tits, moaning with rising lust. She continued jerking her lush ass-cheeks to his now-stiff rod of flesh, rubbing the silky crack of her ass-cheeks so lewdly he was afraid he'd shoot off spin, on the spot.
When the voluptuous music teacher was stark naked, Jack sucked in his breath. Her tits had rosy nipples, fat with lust. Her copper-colored cunt-hairs were soaked with her passion. Compared to the schoolgirls he'd fumbled around with for the past few years, Anne Hawkins was a Goddess.
She gripped his cock in one warm fist and guided him to the arm of the sofa. The thrilling, surging power of his long young dick almost made her want to suck him off again. But what she needed at this moment, more than anything in the world, was a brutal, hot animal fuck. The statuesque brunette knew that he might come too soon again. Already his crimson prick was surging anxiously in her loving fingers. But she knew how to fix that, too.
Facing him, Anne darted two fingers into her trembling cunt and spread her own hotly flowing cunt-juices over them. She covered the length of his hard rod with her gushing fluid liberally, rubbing the knob obscenely against her pulsing cunt-lips meanwhile.
"Now, listen, Jack," she said in a hoarse urgent voice. "I need a long hot fuck from you, darling. As big as your mammoth cock is, don't worry about hurting me. Just slam it all in and work it, honey. Keep on working it, because, darling, you don't know how badly I need this one!"
"Christ, you're so sexy, Miss Hawkins…"
"Call me Anne, silly."
"I might – I might come too soon to satisfy you, Anne."
"The hell you will," she said, grinning with knowledge. "I'll fix that you darling boy. You just screw like a machine. I'll let you know what to stop."
The naked, lusciously curved brunette hunched her belly over the arm of the sofa and spread her long legs behind her, with her toes touching the floor. She leaned far down with her elbows on the seat of the soft. Her plump naked ass undulated urgently, so ripely inviting. Jack feared he would explode his boiling rocks off before he even touched her pink glistening cunt. He could see her juicy slit pulsating hungrily before his eyes, peeping between her silky cunt-hairs.
Reaching behind her, where the boy stood in an upright position between her outspread, creamy thighs, Anne seized the base of his cock tightly in her fingers. Moaning anxiously, she guided his huge hot knob against her waiting cunt-lips, inserting the head of his burning dick inside her just an inch or so. She held it there while she gyrated her madly hot pussy around it for a minute.
"Oh God, that's so good, darling! Oh Christ, that's so hot and nice, Jack, baby! Mmmmmmm,what loving meat! Yessss. Start now, start fucking. Start fucking my hot cunt now!"
Grabbing a velvety naked ass-cheek in each hand, Jack rammed his long rod forward. Instantly he gritted his teeth as her lusciously hot and tight pussy sucked madly on it. Then the wildly panting brunette was jerking feverishly back and forth on his pistoning rod. Each time she swung back, Anne slammed her perspiring hot ass in a frenzy to his bushy crotch, gasping as his swollen dick slid further and further into her tight, luscious cunt.
"Oh Christ, fuck me, darling boy! Unnnnnnngh! Need this so bad! Ooooo, honey, thrilling big prick – aaagh!"
Jack found it almost impossible to believe the sensations rippling along his burning meat. Each time he savagely thrust his gorged prick forward, the moaning brunette clamped her silken, drenched cunt on it in a fury of lewdness. She whipped her hot pussy up and down, and then from side to side, and then in frantic circles. The feel of his gigantic knob grinding around the walls of her aching cunt was sheer obscene heaven after a whole year of abstinence.
"Gonna – ooooof! – come, gonna come, Anne! Too hot and good, too juicy, wowwwwwww!"
The wildly jerking brunette had never released her tight grip on the base of his thick meat, and I now she deliberately tightened her fingers on, it so hard, Jack grunted in pain. She kept up the agonizing pressure all the while her ripe hot ass swung furiously on him. It was impossible for him to come as long as she squeezed his long thick cock in this manner. But her own lustful pleasure was being fired by the moment, each time she slammed back in a frenzy to meet his driving hot prick, now gorging her starved cunt with thrilling effect.
"Fuck me, darling boy!" she panted, grinding her soaked pussy furiously up and down on his fleshy rod. Her other fingers toyed at first with her swollen, sensitive tin beneath her, then darted down to rind her own clitoris. She began stroking it in a fever of lust, feeling her first orgasm build up to spine-tingling proportions. She vibrated a fingertip frantically against her gorged clit-bud while Jack fucked her with relentless power, ramming his rod into the hilt. The feel of her silky hot ass in his digging fingers and the sight of her sexily-curved nakedness jerking and thrashing beneath his prick would be enough to make him come at any time. But the pressure of his music teacher's painful fingers on the base of his dick made it impossible. All he could do was savagely and hopefully screw her, wishing her agonizing grip on his cock would ease up so he could come.
But Jesus, what a wild, incredible piece of ass compared to the clumsy schoolgirls he'd had up to now! Not just sultry and beautiful, but so starved for violent sex the boy sensed she could keep up the pace for twenty-four hours, nonstop!
"Your cunt is driving me – oh jeez, Miss Hawkins. Your pussy is too much! Let go, my cock, please! Ooooooof!"
The fiercely panting brunette released her pip on his rod for just a few seconds, then resumed its painful vise. Her first climax was building up now, beginning to explode and race to every jarred nerve in her sensuous flesh. One fact she realized with sudden insight, you couldn't hold back on sex, couldn't deny your healthy body for as long as she had without going crazy later. Lord, she'd fuck anything in pants right now, and some of it in skirts as well!
"Love your hot prick!" the wildly thrashing brunette panted as she pound her naked hot ass against his sweaty crotch. "Love hot young cock! Oooooo, coming again, darling! Aaaaaaargh! Wanna suck and fuck all niiiiiight! Coming!"
Another, more violent orgasm shattered in Anne's blazing cunt, tingling from her toes to her nipple-tips. Every softly curved inch of her writhing nakedness was drenched in perspiration, as the massive prick drove deeper and harder. Her searing cunt felt as if it were gorged to bunting, but she loved it more with each lustful stroke. Again and again, the screaming brunette came, until she mercifully released her taut grip on Jack's quivering hard-on.
"Oh thanks, Christ, so hot and juicy! Wowwwwwww! Gonna come, gotta come, oh, beeeeeeautiful cunt!" Jack grunted.
Feeling the boy's gushing jism beginning to spurt in mighty gushes deep into her trembling hot cunt, Anne fingerfucked her swollen clit to a furious tempo. She writhed her fleshy naked ass frantically to his bushy groin as Jack pumped his long rod into the very hilt, his balls grinding against her waked thighs.
"Coming!" Anne screamed, "Oh Jeeeeesus, young hot prick I love you! Love it, fuck me harder, yesssssss! Unnnnnnnggg!"
The hottest, wildest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life now shuddered through the music teacher's madly nicking cunt. For an electrifying moment she almost fainted with sheer obscene pleasure. In time, she could teach the handsome boy to really ram it to a woman, show him tricks that would drive any girl or man-starved woman up the wall.
Still clamping her lust-maddened pussy in a frenzy on his limp shaft, at last the moaning brunette released his long rod. Heaving for breath, Jack stepped back, dazed by the wildness and tempestuous passion of the sex-starved divorcee. And the boy could conclude was that she was one hell of a better sex teacher than music teacher. If he could only play the guitar like she could go down on him and screw, he'd be the country's leading folk ginger.
How could he ever be happy with a hot schoolgirl again? Her huge tits bounced as she slowly stood up, sighing and moaning with long-awaited contentment. "Time for another drink," said Anne, gazing with loving tenderness at his young cock.
"I don't think I've got time," Jack said. "I'm supposed to be home for dinner in about five minutes."
"Then we'll make time," Anne said with vehemence. She was glowing with contentment right now, but the way she felt she knew she'd be wildly aroused again in a few hours. And she wasn't about to go out in a hick town like Rockville and risk her reputation with a pickup. Not as she gazed at his powerfully muscled body and mammoth prick. Her ripe breasts began to pant at the mete thought of having him gush his burning semen all over them, then craning her head down to lick it up with greedy fervor.
"Call your folks and tell them you had to go out somewhere with a friend. You had to help him fix his car, emergency or something like that. You'll be at least another hour."
Staring at her lush, heaving tits and sleek thighs, Jack quickly agreed. He made the phone call, hemming and hawing with a clumsy excuse, but finally stumbled believably through it. By the time he hung up the phone, the naked brunette was already sprawled back on the edge of the bed, with her creamy thighs spread. She leaned back on her elbows, her pink sucking cunt eagerly dripping with impatience.
"I want you to go down on me, honey," she told him in a husky voice. "But not so fast. Suck on my tits first. They're so hot they might explode. Go to it, honey!"
Jack didn't need any further coaxing at the sight of her sensuously naked body. He lay on top of the tail divorcee, clutching a hot, ripe tit in his hands and began sucking hard on the fat nipple.
"Oooooh, good boy, darling boy, rnmmmmmm! Mmmmm! Bite, but carefully… ahhhh, just tease the nipples, sweetie, nibble, yummy! Suck my other tit now, darling… Ahhhhhh!"
Jacks hard on was once more complete as he teased and kissed her luscious burning breast mounds. Her nipples were gorged with passion in his mouth, and all the time Anne gyrated and leisurely swung her drenched cunt up against him. She stroked his hard asscheeks in her caressing fingers, softly moaning with lewd pleasure. The boy was no artist, but he could be trained.
"Okay, darling, slide your mouth down now, but slowly, I want you to tease my belly and clit, sweet boy. Inch by loving inch, mmmmmmmmm!"
The feverish brunette was rapidly arousing herself to a frantic pitch at the prospect of having her pussy eaten after so Iong. He licked at her gently rounded belly for a minute before casing his lips down into her cunt of nest-hairs. With an urgent groan, Anne drew her knees up high and dug her heels into his broad shoulders. This was going to be fantastic, having her hot pulsing cunt sucked and lapped at like a melting ice cream cone. "Now," she panted, "start kissing and sucking me off now!Nqw, baby! Ooooooo, Jesusssssssss! Oh eat it, eat it!"
Jack's hesitation quickly gave way to the fragrant sweet stickiness of her pussy. The pink slit sucked back at him like a schoolgirl's eager lips, seeking passionately as his tongue drove deep and hard. Her satiny ass swung blissfully in his hand, while her gushing cunt jerked in a frenzy up to meet his mouth. She tasted so good and obscenely exciting he felt that he could almost come again. With deep animal groans, the wriggling, naked brunette swung her soft hips fiercely and tugged at his hair.
"Ah God, you darling cunteater! Ooooooooo! Suck it harder, darling boy, harder! Aaaaaaaah!" The music teacher began coming in his mouth, tugging wildly at his hair and softly screaming with depraved bliss. The sensations in her madly sucking cunt were almost unendurable. Jack's long tongue was like burning sandpaper, fucking this way and that, stinging her silken walls with maddening thrills.
And even in a series of wild orgasms, the divorcee's asshole began to tingle impatiently. Why not have him ram that beautiful monster up there too? She'd been had that way before, but only by her ex-husband, whose cock was nothing to write testimonials about. Besides, he was always ginger about it, afraid he might hurt her. Well, hell, what did he think the whole idea was for!
"Wait!" Anne panted, pushing his eager mouth away from her soaked slit. Quickly, she turned over and hunched her knees under her, so that her molded ass trembled eagerly before him.
"Fuck me in the ass," she implored. "Stick that beautiful rod in as deep as it'll go, darling boy. Don't worry about hurting me! Just ram it home, sweetheart. Kneel behind me and spread my ass-cheeks and it'll be easier. That's it!"
Because of his inexperience, she had to grab his fleshy rod and guide the pounding knob against her tiny, puckered hole. Jack knelt upright between her thighs, spreading her silky cheeks apart with his hands. His surging prick pulsated against the miniature slit. He hesitated, wondering how he'd manage to pierce her narrow tunnel with his thick cock.
"Just shove it home!" Anne urged anxiously. "Slam that hot prick in with all your might, darling! aaaaaargh! oh! jeeeeeezus, that burns! Holy God, unnnnnnngh!"
Bolts of ripping pain exploded in her tight anus as Jack's massive rod tore into it, savagely. For a second, the lust-crazed divorcee thought she'd faint from pain. Lord, when her husband had fucked her in the ass she thought she was being tickled compared to this!
"Yes! Ram it deep, baby, unnnnnnf! Fuck my ass! Ow! Fuck my asshole with all your might, sweet boy – hurts wild! Oh, wild, yes, oh loving hot prick, mmmmmmm!"
So feverishly aroused was the brunette that even the searing waves of pain felt heavenly as they ravaged her steaming asshole to the very depths. She clawed at the sofa beneath her in a fury of bliss-pain. She wriggled her gorged asshole cautiously up and down on his pistoning prick, grinding her ripe naked ass against his swollen balls. Anne felt as if her bowels were being torn in two, and she loved it!
"Oh shit that's – mmmmmmm – that's so good, Anne!" Jack panted as he slammed his rock-hard dick brutally in and out of her steaming bowels. Not as tight and juicy as her wild pussy, but different, fantastically tight at the asshole but loose and boiling deep inside. And the feel of her lush creamy ass-cheeks writhing madly in his hands, hotly squirming, fired his excitement to a hotter pitch.
"Gonna shoot," he groaned, unable to control his load as her blazing asshole wriggled in a fury of lust on his meat.
"Then shoot!" she sobbed. "Shoot your load in my ass, beautiful boy! Aaaaaah, God, that's it, keep coming, keep commmmmmmming! Oh, it burns wildly! Ooooooooo, yes!"
Boiling torrents of his molten come stung deep into the divorcee's churning asshole, and again Anne found herself erupting with a feverish climax. She clamped her ass-slit so hungrily on his spurting cock, Jack groaned aloud in pain.
"Love it," Anne moaned, after he stopped erupting. "Love being fucked in the ass, Jack! Oh, that gorgeous monster of yours… Whewwwwwww!"
She finally released his limp rod and rolled over on her back with a shaking breath. His burning come tingled deep in her ass, mingling with her earlier climaxes. For a minute all she could do was moan and twitch her ripely curved flesh.
"I gotta get going now," Jack said urgently. "My dad will give me hell if I'm too late."
Anne waved her hand languidly. She didn't want to move so much as an inch, except for her twitching hips. All the happy brunette wanted to was lie there and bask in the glow of lustful satisfaction after a whole year. She watched the boy dress through half-lidded eyes, her gaze never leaving his thick, dangling rod. When he was dressed, she beckoned to him and gave him a long passionate kiss, rubbing her palm lewdly to his bulging crotch.
"Remember your next lesson is three days from now," Anne murmured huskily. "And I shouldn't have to tell you this, Jack, but not a single damned word about this to anyone, understand?"
Jack nodded eagerly. "Sure, Miss Hawkins, I understand."
She was about to correct the name but changed her mind. After all, she was his teacher, wasn't she? Guitar and sex now. Anne still lay panting for breath when he closed the front door behind him. Slowly, still naked, she padded into the kitchen, poured herself a drink and got a cigarette. Then she sprawled back on the sofa, rubbing her glowing tits and thinking, reliving the hot, thrilling moments.
At first, the music teacher felt terrific. After a solid year of abstinence, she'd seduced the handsome young stud who lived just across the sheet. Miss Hawkins, the prim, legendary spinster of Rockville had just been fucked in the mouth, her madly eager pussy and tender asshole by gorgeous, monstrous young prick.
And now there was another problem. She'd begun to actually get horny again, with that funny hungry throbbing in her glowing pussy. The brunette sighed as she rubbed her tits obscenely in her fingers. She knew she could masturbate, but what kind of substitute was that after a hot, thrilling young cock? And, Lord, the boy could eat pussy!
Well, she had other students, she reminded herself. But if she didn't draw the line somewhere, she'd end up seducing all of them, considering the ache she felt right now in her throbbing pussy and mouth.
Too long, damnit. She'd held back on healthy, torrid sex for too long, and now she'd unleashed a volcano. Because, as the naked divorcee lay sprawled on the sofa, all she could think about and fantasize was fucking and sucking beautiful young boys like Jack.
And the town music teacher had even found herself staring curiously at beautiful girls lately…
Slowly, dreamily, Anne began to fingerfuck herself on the sofa, forgetting her promise and her pride. She had to put the newly-awakened fire in her loins out somehow.
If only she didn't live in such a middle-class, clean-cut All-American neighborhood, damnit! Her fingers darted faster in and out of her now-madly pulsing cunt, while she wondered if she could hold out for three more days until Jack came back for his next lesson.
In a few minutes, the wildly moaning brunette was coming again, gushing hot cunt-juices freely over her pumping fingers.
Finished, Anne lay with her tits heaving feverishly on the sofa. Now that ought to take care of her crazed hunger until tomorrow, at least.
It ought to. But with a gnawing sense of lust the sensuous divorcee knew damn well it wouldn't. She was beginning to really need it now, all night long, every night. The young neighborhood stud hadn't solved her problem at all.