Joanna knew that sooner or later she'd have to make a firm decision concerning the future of her marriage. There was no way she could continue her wild sexual escapades without Mike eventually becoming aware of them. The problem was that each new experience was more thrilling than the one before. There didn't seem any end to her need for variety. Then, one afternoon, she met Betty Latham's eighteen-year-old nephew, Andy. The brawny teenager came calling with an offer to mow the lawn. Joanna looked him up and down, checked out the bulge in his crotch, and quickly agreed.
She was alone in the house. She watched him from the living room window, her hand holding a cool daiquiri to soothe her nerves.
Christ, she thought, he's still wet behind the ears.
After he finished the lawn, she paid him off and invited him to the kitchen for a Coke.
He was a good-looking kid. He had a firm wide jaw and broad, sensuous lips. He had blue eyes and a shock of long, neatly cut blond hair. His body was muscular, with a broad chest and narrow waist. The bulge in his crotch pushed out his jeans in a way that made her quiver each time she glanced at it. There were times when he caught her glances and she wondered how experienced he was. He looked as though he had more maturity than his eighteen years. She imagined he'd probably be able to do everything she wanted him to in bed. She could picture his young cock thrusting deep into her wet cunt. She could picture him sucking on her tits while he brought her to an orgasm.
"I bet the girls are crazy about you," she said.
He blushed. "I don't have much to do with girls," he said.
Joanna laughed. "Oh, I don't believe that. Have you ever really kissed a girl?"
"Sure," he said.
"Like this?"
Before he could move, she bent over him. With her hand around his neck, she lowered her lips over his and pushed her tongue into his open mouth. She felt him stiffen and quiver. She broke away and gazed into his eyes.
"There," she said. "That didn't hurt a bit, did it?"
He shook his head and stared at her. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he found her attractive. His body was shaking. He almost looked drunk. She could imagine how his balls had tingled during the kiss. A glance down at his crotch revealed he was obviously growing a hard-on.
"Let's go to the living room," she said.
They sat down beside each other on the sofa.
"Put your arm around me," Joanna said. He hesitated. "Come on," she urged.
He shyly slid his arm behind her neck and held her shoulder with his hand. She snuggled against him. Her free hand rested gently on his thigh. "This feels good," she said. "You're not a boy, you know, you're a man. And a handsome one, too."
Her fingers began gently pressuring his leg. His hand pressed into her shoulder in response. She turned her face up to his and, as she opened her mouth, they kissed again. This time there was no hesitation. Their tongues blended together.
Joanna was fully aware of what she was doing and what was happening. She was kissing a teenage boy and it was turning her on. She sensed the sexual hunger burning in him. She knew there was only one way for this to end. Carefully sliding her hand up his leg, she gently felt his crotch.
His hard cock pushed against his pants. She closed her fingers around the shaft and squeezed. When she pulled at it, she could feel the foreskin slide over the cockhead. His body jerked and he moaned, but he continued kissing her. She felt him trembling. She knew that if she kept on with it, he'd shoot his load in his pants. She wanted more than that. Breaking away, she looked at his face.
"Come on, honey," she said. "This is no place to do anything."
She stood up and pulled him up next to her. They moved silently into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, she paused. Turning to face him, she unzipped his fly and probed inside for his cock. She gently massaged his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. His cock was stiff and firm. She used her other hand to unbutton his shirt. Her lips slid over his neck and she crooned into his ear.
"Come on," she said. "Get these clothes off."
A dazed look in his eyes, he sat down on the edge of the bed and began undressing. Moving away from him, she slipped off her dress and reached behind to unhook her bra. Moments later they were both naked. His eyes gleamed as he marveled at her tits, her hips, her trim waist, and the enticing tangle of hair at the junction of her thighs.
She reached out and pulled him to her. She pressed her tits against his chest, her firm, hard nipples pushing against his body. Her hips pushed his cock flat against his stomach.
He finally broke away. "Christ, you're beautiful!" he said.
Joanna smiled. "So are you." Her hand slipped down between them. She closed a firm hand over his cock and massaged its thickness. Then she dropped down to her knees. Her hands slid around and her nails dug into the flesh of his ass. She pulled his hips forward and closed her mouth over his cock. Her tongue lapped over the knob and lingered at the slit. She tasted the fluid oozing out of his piss-hole. Instinctively, he began moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. His eyes almost bulged from their sockets as he stared down at her. He seemed unable to absorb the reality of what was happening to him.
He quivered as her hands slid down from his ass to his legs. She caressed his calves, and then moved her hands up again over his hairy thighs. Her mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft. Her hanging tits swayed and jiggled like heavy fruit.
The boy's entire body was soon trembling out of control. His hands jerked her head forward. Holding her firmly against him, he shook and shuddered. His cock lunged into her mouth until he had his cockhead buried deep in her throat. A moment later, his cum erupted to spew in great gobs down her gullet.
He vented a series of deep grunts as he continued shooting his jism. Joanna moaned at the feel of his cum in her mouth, at the salty taste of it. She mewled with delight. She waited until his cock had partially softened, before she pulled away and looked up at him. Their eyes met and he smiled self-consciously at her.
"I didn't mean to come so fast," he muttered. "I just couldn't help it."
"I know, honey," she said. "Don't worry. I wanted it that way." She stood up and smiled. She carefully wiped her mouth. "Now we can get down to some solid fucking without worrying about you coming too soon. The second time always takes longer, or didn't you know that?"
"No, I didn't know," he said.
She reached out and took his soft cock in her fingers again. "I want this gorgeous cock in my pussy," she said. She knew her choice of words was shocking him, but she wanted to break down his inhibitions. "But if I'd have had you in there before, you'd have popped in two seconds and I'd have been left hanging. I like to come, too, but it takes longer for a woman." She tweaked his cock hard and grinned affectionately at him.
He laughed. He took her in his arms and embraced her. She thought for a moment she must be dreaming. Here was this teenage boy – handsome, muscular, and virile – making her body feel more gloriously alive than anyone else had in a long time.
His hands began exploring, his fingertips trailing over her neck, down her shoulders and across her tits. He cupped the fullness of each tit in his palms. He squeezed them hard and bent his head to kiss the nipples. He moved from one nipple to the other, back and forth, moaning his approval.
"Come on over to the bed," she said. "We might as well be comfortable."
He followed her, his hands continuing to run over her body. She decided to stretch out and let him have his way. She was curious to see how much he knew and how far he would go. He may have been inexperienced, but his instincts seemed to make up for it. His fingers moved under her tits and up the smooth slopes to her swollen nipples. His eyes devoured her. His hands finally slid down to the patch of dark hair that covered her cunt.
Joanna could feel her cuntlips dripping with excitement. The boy scooted down on the bed until his head was level with her crotch. He stared at the hairy bush of her pussy. He licked his lips and moved a hand to it.
"Go ahead," she said. "Open me up. Look all you want. Do what you want. Whatever you do will feel good."
His middle finger pushed in to probe her cunt-hole. He located her clit. It was firm and extended now, a quivering red bean impatient for attention. He began rubbing it back and forth, producing shivers of delight throughout her body. She finally gasped and pulled her hips back.
"What's the matter?" he said. "Doesn't that feel good?"
Joanna smiled and spread her legs again. "DO you know what that's called?"
He blushed. "Somebody told me girls like to be rubbed there."
Joanna chuckled. "That's my clitoris," she said. "It feels good when it's touched, but it's very sensitive. Maybe you ought to use your tongue instead of your finger."
He flushed.
"It's called eating pussy," she said.
"I know."
"If you're really a man, you'll like doing it."
He looked down at the hairy snatch before his eyes and hesitated. Joanna patted his head to encourage him.
"Try it," she said. "If you don't want to continue, you can stop."
He grinned. "Okay," he said. "I'll try it."
He crawled over her leg and positioned himself between her knees.
"Put sour hands in and spread me open," she said. "That way you can see what you're doing." He brought his hands forward, his fingers probing between her cuntlips and spreading her flesh. She gasped as he stared into her gaping cunt. His cock was hardening again, the shaft flexing and jerking from the excitement of handling her cunt.
"Give me your finger," she said. She guided him to her clit. "There," she said. "That's the place to go at it. Now get busy, honey. Show me how good you can eat pussy.
He slowly lowered his mouth into her steaming cunt. He extended his tongue. He licked up the crack and touched her clit, then gently massaged it with his tongue-tip. Joanna quivered and cried out.
"How's that?" he asked. "Okay?"
"Yes!" she hissed. "Go on, keep going!" He continued lapping her with his tongue, massaging the wet folds of cunt-meat.
"How do you like it?" she asked.
He lifted his head and grinned up at her. "Yeah," he said. "It turns me on. I'm ready to fuck now."
"Well, I'm not," she said. "I'm not wet enough yet. I've got to be real slick to let that cock of yours slide in and feel good. Keep sucking my pussy. When I'm ready, I'll be good and wet down there."
He bent down and closed his mouth over her cunt once more. His tongue pushed into her, this time with more enthusiasm. He had, a firm, thick tongue. He pushed it in and out, and then he found the opening and the tip of his tongue penetrated her cunthole. He licked around the hole, while his fingers massaged and squeezed her cuntlips. She could feel her clit responding and she moaned softly.
"Oh, yes, honey! That's it!"
Her body shook with delight. She moved her hips to match the rhythm of his tongue as it flicked in and out of her dripping pussy. She brought her own hands to her tits and began playing with them. She ran her thumbs over her nipples. Her fingers clutched at the firm, resilient flesh of her breasts.
He made noises as he sucked. She was delighted at this. He was obviously too inexperienced to fake it. They were the authentic noises of sucking and slurping. Nothing turned her on more than the noise of a man's mouth slurping at her cunt. She looked down and feasted her eyes on his muscular back and shoulders as he bent over her. She loved the sight of his fingers holding her cunt open while his mouth and tongue pushed into her.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Harder! Deeper! Jesus God, I'm almost there! Don't stop now! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her cunt quivered and cuntjuice gushed out in a flood. She bucked her hips up to his face, feeling his tongue probe even deeper into here gash. She clenched her teeth as a series of shudders ripped through her body.
She slowly subsided after the final spasm. She let her hands trail down to touch his head. He continued sucking on her wet, dripping cunt. Then he rose up. He gazed over her belly at her tits, and then up at her face.
"Are you ready now?" he asked.
She chuckled. She put her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him up to her waiting mouth. His body slid across hers. His cock rubbed across her thighs and she felt the end of it nestle in her bush.
"Yes," she said. "Fuck me now. Give me that lovely, long cock, but put it in real slowly. I want to feel every inch of it going deep into my cunt. It's best when it's slow and easy."
He raised up end looked between their bodies. He began lowering his hips, pushing the bloated end of his cock into her cunt. She arched her back and spread her legs to help him. She gasped as she felt his thick fuck-meat penetrate her cunthole.
His cock slid in and slowly disappeared into her quivering pussy.
"Oh, Christ!" he groaned. He began moving his body. He gyrated his ass cheeks and rocked from side to side. Joanna concentrated on her cunt. She tightened her cunt muscles to enclose his cock more firmly in the grip of her sheath.
They both watched the pistoning movements of his cock as he stroked in and out.
"That's beautiful!" she hissed.
He settled down now, pressed against her sweaty body as he continued to pump his cock in her cunt. His smooth chest crushed her tits and rub bed across her nipples.
The boy groaned. His body trembled. "Oh, Christ!" he said.
She felt him quiver. His cock swelled thicker and firmer in her cunt. It rammed in and out, pile-driving her cunt. His fingers dug into the flesh of her tits. She clamped her cunt tighter around his cock and fucked her hips back at him.
He suddenly moved a hand down under her ass. His fingers searched the groove between the cheeks until he found her asshole. She vented a grunt of delight when he pushed a finger into her shit-hole.
Then with a loud cry, he pulled his finger out, wrapped both his arms around her back, and hugged her body. A final massive thrust of his hips announced his climax. He pushed his cock deep into her cunt and shot his load.
Joanna mewled as she felt his come shoot into her cunt. She moved her hips, gyrating her pelvis up and down and around. She was intent on gaining every last fraction of pleasure from the ultimate moment of the fuck.
She came once again as, the last drops of jism drained out of his balls. She dropped her head back and vented a long, loud animal cry.