Chapter 1
"Christ, what a pair of tits!"
Twenty-six-year-old Joanna Calvin trembled with lust as the man behind her grabbed her tits and wrapped his fingers around them.
She was thankful they were out on the back porch and not inside the house where the party was still in full swing.
Bob Larson was married, but his wife was out of town somewhere, and after chasing Joanna around all evening, he had finally maneuvered her out on the back porch. Now he was pressing the hard bulge of his cock into her ass and squeezing her tits through the thin material of her dress.
They were both teachers at Hawthorne High. This was Joanna's first term, and she had been eager to attend the party. She hardly knew anyone in town, and she was anxious to make friends and especially meet some eligible men.
It wasn't their eligibility for marriage that interested her as much as their eligibility for sex. The trouble with married men in a small town was that sooner or later there was always trouble.
Sometimes Joanna thought she was caught between the devil and the "deep blue sea. She needed men to fuck, to keep her away from the students in the high school.
She'd had to leave her last job after problems with some of her students, and she'd come downstate hoping for a fresh start.
With a sigh, she yielded to Bob Larson's demanding hands. It was certainly safer to fuck around with him than with one of her students!
She liked the way he handled her tits. You could tell a lot about a man by the way he handled a woman's tits. Bob flicked her nipples, lifting her tits and rubbing them gently in his big hands.
Joanna couldn't help pushing her ass back against his hard cock. It felt good pressing against her. She wiggled her ass from side to side as he weighed and bounced her big tits. She hoped no one would come out on the porch and discover them. Or interrupt them.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said. "First of all, you're married, and second of all, someone's going to come out here and find us."
"Never mind the first of all," he grunted. "If the second of all bothers you, we can leave."
Joanna refused. "I'm not going anywhere with you," she said. "But I'll sit with you in my car, if you'd like."
"Great idea," Bob chuckled. "I haven't fucked in a car in years!"
Joanna turned and smiled at him, her hand slipping between their bodies to briefly squeeze his hard cock through his pants.
"I'll get this down for you," she said. "But that's all. After that, I'm going home."
Although she had touched his cock only briefly, the feel of his hard cock-meat pulsating under her fingertips made her quiver with lust. She could feel herself getting hot. She could feel her juices flowing and wetting the insides of her thighs.
She didn't have any panties on. She never wore them. She didn't like to feel restricted. Now she felt her cuntjuice trickling down her legs.
Joanna was sexy in a wholesome way. She had an innocent look about her. Most men didn't guess she was as hot a number as she was until they got to know her. Some of the more perceptive ones knew right away.
Now Bob Larson grinned at her as he stared at her big tits and pretty legs.
"Thank God I decided to come tonight!" he said. "I almost stayed home. Come on, let's get to that car of yours before anyone sees us!"
Leaving the porch they crossed the back yard and hurried around to the front of the house. Joanna's car was parked under a tree, and it was dark enough so that once inside, they would be safe from any prying eyes.
"I think the back seat might be better," she said, thankful that she'd had sense enough to let him know she intended to go home alone.
She wanted to avoid giving him any ideas about a permanent affair. She had no intention of getting really involved with him. She wasn't even sure if she liked him.
When they were safely inside the back seat of the car, they quickly moved into each other's arms, and their mouths were soon plastered together in a hot, wet kiss.
Bob's tongue pushed into Joanna's yielding mouth. They sucked and bit at each other's lips, purring and gasping like two teenagers.
Playing around in a car always made Joanna feel like a teenager again. She liked the feeling. There was a lot to be said for the teen years.
Bob boldly fondled her tits. She put up no resistance when he unbuttoned the front of her dress. Her bra unhooked in front, and in a moment, he had her bare tits in his hands.
He rolled her nipples until they were hard and long little spikes. He massaged her tits, kneading her tit-flesh until she moaned with passion.
"Oh, yes," she purred. "I like that, Bob. I'd like it even better if you'd get your mouth on them and suck!"
Jiggling and bouncing her tits in his hands, Bob lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
"That's the way!" Joanna hissed. "Suck my tit! Suck it hard!"
He sucked in a mouthful of tit-flesh, sucking hard and then suddenly releasing her to begin chewing and biting her nipple. He inhaled her perfume. It was a musky fragrance, and it turned him on even more.
He lapped and licked his tongue over the tingling sensitive bud and sucked on it with pursed lips as she shivered with delight.
"Now do the other one," she groaned. "Suck my other tit!"
She lay back and relaxed. She wouldn't mind having him suck her tits like this all night. She had big, heavy tits with long, dark nipples, and she loved having them sucked and licked.
Maybe it was her maternal instinct. She always felt very much at peace when a man had his mouth filled with her tit-flesh. At peace and turned on at the same time. When they had sucked long enough, she inevitably wanted a cock in her cunt.
It wasn't long before Bob slipped his hand under her dress and ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs to her pussy. She opened her legs to give him room.
"Ummmmm, no panties," he croaked.
Her pussy was soaked with her cuntjuice.
His fingers tickled her cunthair for a moment, and then he began probing between her wet cuntlips.
Joanna purred with approval as he found her clit. She squirmed her ass on the car seat as he rubbed and pinched her sensitive little nub.
"That's nice," she said. "Keep doing that. That's wonderful."
"You like that, huh?" He snickered. "You're a hot little number, aren't you?"
He stroked and teased her clit until she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out with pleasure. It was a warm light, and the car windows were open. She was afraid someone might hear them and interrupt their fun.
"You sure are a juicy woman," he said.
"I turn on fast, lover. You don't mind, do you?"
"Shit, no!" He chuckled. "I like it."
She groaned as he pushed two fingers into her cunthole. She opened her legs wider and urged him on. This was why she didn't like to wear panties. She liked the carefree feeling. She liked the idea of being instantly available. At the moment, she also liked the way Bob Larson was fucking his fingers in and out of her wet cunt. He knew how to use his hands.
She squirmed and gasped, humped her ass off the seat to press back against his fingers as he reamed out her pussy.
Joanna finally pushed his hand away from her cunt and lay back with her dress pulled up and her legs open wide.
"Eat me!" she hissed. "Suck my pussy! I like to be eaten!"
He hesitated only a moment, and then he bent down and fastened his mouth to her wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his mouth on her open cunt.
She squirmed as he rubbed his nose against her clit. Sniffing her pussy, he looked up at her.
"You even smell good," he said. "It's all yours, Bob. For the moment, it's all yours!"
She pulled her legs back to offer him her pussy. "Come and get it," she crooned. "Hot cunt here that needs to be sucked!"
Once again he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue expertly plunged into her cunthole, pistoning in and out and licking up and down.
The guy can really cuntsuck, she thought.
Opening his mouth wide, he covered her crotch from asshole to clit. Joanna mewled with pleasure and urged him on, grinding her wet, hairy cunt against his face and grabbing his hair to pull him closer into her crotch.
"Suck it, lover! Suck it! Suck it all out! Suck my pussy! Oh, yes, that's it! Oh, you cuntlapper, you're good! You're real good! You love pussy! I can tell. Oh, you suck like a man who loves pussy! Oh, Jesus, Bob, that's good!"
She bucked her ass up and down on the car seat, fucking her cunt at his face, mashing her wet cunt-meat against his nose and mouth and chin.
Bob gobbled her pussy like a starving man at a feast, and it wasn't long before Joanna felt herself approaching an orgasm. She shuddered as he nibbled her cuntlips.
A moan escaped her throat as the first spasm hit her pussy, and she pumped her cunt on his face in a frenzy.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped. "I'm coming! Coming! coming! I'm coming!" she wailed.
Cuntjuice gushed out of her cunthole to drench his face. She pumped and squealed and thrashed, grabbing his head and pulling his face firmly against her cunt-flesh to grind out the last spasms of her climax.
When it was over, she sat up and kissed him.
"That was nice," she said. "That was very nice. You do that well."
She ran a fingertip around his wet mouth and then moved her hand down to his crotch. His cock felt hard as steel. She fluttered her fingers up and down the outline of his cockshaft and rubbed his big cockhead.
"Now it's my turn," she said. "Just relax and let Joanna take care of you."
Unzipping his fly, she brought seven inches of thick, hard cock out in the air and ran her fingertip over his dripping cockhead. She briefly bent down and licked up the juice oozing out of his pisshole.
Her hand clasping his thick cockshaft, she slowly pumped his prick up and down.
Bob groaned as she squeezed and massaged and rubbed his-rigid cock.
"Jesus, let's fuck!" he said.
Joanna laughed. "Not tonight, lover. Tonight I'm going to suck you off. You don't have any objections to that, do you?"
"Christ, what a bitch!" he hissed. "Suck it, baby, suck it! Get your mouth on it and suck!"
With a soft laugh she bent down and ran the flat of her tongue over his spongy, purple cockhead. She lapped up more cockjuice and swallowed it down.
"Hmmmmmmm, good!" she cooed. "So far you taste pretty good," she said.
Opening her mouth, she stretched her lips over his knob and slowly engulfed his prick inch by inch.
Bob groaned as she filled her mouth and throat with his cock. "Oh, shit, yeah!" he croaked. "Oh, fuck, that's good! That's real good! Oh, yeah!"
She sucked and licked his cock-meat, drawing more and more of his prick into her mouth and throat until his knob jabbed at the back of her throat.
He bucked his hips, trying to drive his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks caved in as she sucked him with an expert touch.
"Oh, you little cocksucking bitch!" he growled. "You love it! You love cock, you little bitch, you!"
Pulling back, she ran her teeth lightly over his cockhead, and mewled with pleasure at the way his meat twitched and danced in her mouth. Then once more she moved the tight ring of her lips down his throbbing twitching cockshaft.
She began bobbing her mouth up and down on his rampant prick. Her long sun-streaked hair flew wildly around her face. Her tongue licked and lapped as she fucked his cock with her mouth.
The rhythm of her sucking gradually increased until Bob stiffened and grunted and warned her that he was about to shoot off.
Joanna only quickened the pace of her sucking, letting him know that she wanted to him to come in her mouth.
"Oh, shit, here it comes!" he grunted. "Oh, fuck, I'm blowing my load! Oh, Christ, I'm shooting off!"
Holding her head in an iron grip, he plunged his cock all the way to the back of her throat and bellowed. A blast of jism shot out of his cock and exploded down her throat.
She shivered with lust at the first taste of his jism. Gobs of his fuck-cream shot into her mouth and dripped out of the corners of her lips to run down over her chin.
She gulped and swallowed and tried to get all his jism, sucking everything he had out of his balls. She ran her tongue over his wiry crotch hair to lick up what had dripped in his hair and balls.
She ran her fingers over her chin and licked up the jism that had splashed there. She drank it up like it was ambrosia. She licked and sucked with gusto.
At last, when he had no more to give her, she pulled her lips off his softened prick and smiled at him.
"Now we're even," she said.
"Jesus, Joanna, you're too much!"
Joanna smiled. Holding his softened, slippery cock in her hand, she rubbed and massaged his cock-meat and then stuffed his prick back into his pants and pulled his zipper up to close his fly.
"Now be a good boy, and go back to the party," she said. "I'm going home. Tell them I had a headache, or something. Tell them whatever you want."
"You sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"No. Not tonight. Another time, maybe, but not tonight. I had a lovely time, and now I want to go home alone."
Joanna moved into the front seat, adjusted her dress and started the motor. As she pulled away from the curb, she slipped a hand down between her thighs and fingered her sopping-wet cunt.
Her cunt-flesh was swollen, and her cunthole was still oozing cuntjuice. Getting sucked off by Bob Larson had been nice, but it wasn't enough.
When she arrived .home, she had a session with her vibrator. She had a full day at the school tomorrow, and she wanted to make sure to get a good night's sleep.
Fingering her cuntlips, she wondered if Bob had really liked the taste of her cuntjuice.