Chapter 2
A month passed before Joanna had a real date. She never had another chance to get together with Bob Larson once his wife returned. Bob was friendly, but it was obvious that seeing him was out of the question.
The basketball coach, a brawny guy named Charlie Osgood, pursued Joanna until she finally agreed to go out with him. She agreed for the sake of her peace of mind.
She had found herself looking longingly at the teenage boys again and had become frightened. Some of the boys had a knowing look in their eyes, as if they had spotted her for what she was. One in particular, a rugged teenager named Jody Miller, had already hinted that he'd like to get in her pants. She had to muster all her self-control to avoid giving in to her desires.
Charlie Osgood was a way out of her dilemma. She also needed fucking. Her vibrator was good for an occasional climax, but what she really needed was a good hard cock, a working cock with a man attached to one end who knew how to use it.
By the time the evening rolled around for her date with Charlie Osgood, Joanna was hot and ready for action.
Thirty minutes before he was scheduled to pick her up, she was standing in front of a long mirror in her bedroom wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and high heels.
She had decided to dress for sex. She wore sheer black stockings and a lacy black garter belt with tiny red ribbons. It always turned her on to dress this way.
She preened in front of the mirror, ogling her body and running her hands over her tits. She leaned on one hip and gazed at her long slender legs in the mirror. She knew she had good legs. Big tits were common but goodiegs were more rare, and she was glad she had them.
Christ, she was horny!
Her nipples were standing out like hard bullets. She fondled her tits, teasing her dark nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Moving her legs apart, she could just make out her cuntlips in the hairy thicket of her cunt-bush. Turning and twisting, cupping her tits in her hands, she looked at the curve of her ass and smiled with satisfaction.
The garter belt made her look sexy as hell. The high heels flattered her legs, and the dark stockings set off her dark cunt-bush in a way that ought to make Charlie Osgood climb the walls.
Her eyes still fixed on her image in the mirror, Joanna sat down on the bed now and moved her thighs apart to expose her wet cunt.
Slipping a hand into her crotch, she pried her cuntlips open and fingered her little clit. She teased the rim of her brimming cunthole and then slowly pushed two fingers inside her pussy.
Her thumb rubbing her clit, she fucked her fingers in and out of her steaming cunt and watched the movement of her hand in the mirror. God, it felt good!
She loved playing with her pussy like this before a date, watching herself in the mirror and grooving on the sight of her own hand fucking her cunt.
She lay back on the bed now. She told herself she was warming up her pussy for Charlie Osgood. She played with her clit and finger-fucked her cunthole.
She massaged her crotch with the flat of her hand, rubbing and rolling her cunt-flesh and mashing her clit until she groaned with the pleasure of it.
When the front doorbell rang, Joanna cried out in a panic and slipped a robe on before answering it.
- Charlie Osgood was standing there with a big smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"You can't go out wearing that," he laughed.
"I'll be ready in minute," Joanna said. "Thanks for the flowers, Charlie. They're beautiful!"
She left him in the living room and hurried to finish dressing. Fifteen minutes later they left the house.
For the next two hours, first at a downtown movie and then later at dinner, Joanna concentrated on turning Charlie Osgood on.
She was experienced enough to know that the more you urge a man, the better the fucking. She had no intention of wasting her evening. She expected a good hard fucking, and she was determined to get it.
Charlie was like clay in her hands. By the time she finished teasing him with glimpses of her tits and legs, with sultry talk and enough body contact to turn him on, he was more than ready for anything she had in mind.
They started necking as soon as they left the restaurant. She practically sat on his lap as they drove back to her apartment.
She draped an arm around his shoulders and moved her fingers back and forth along the inside of his thighs.
"Are you promising or teasing?" Charlie said with a laugh.
"You'll have to guess."
Her hand moved to the bulge in his crotch and touched his cock.
"I think you're promising," he said.
She ran her hand over his cockhead. "What makes you say that?" she purred lazily.
He chuckled. "My instincts tell me."
She squeezed his cockshaft, fingered his balls, and pulled his zipper down.
"I have to admit you're right," she said. "I'm promising."
"Christ, be careful. We'll get ourselves wrapped around a tree!"
"Just keep your eyes on the road," she crooned, bringing his hard cock out of his fly and clasping his hard cockshaft in her fist. "Just pay attention to the driving. I'll take care of everything else for now."
"Just keep on doing what you're doing," he urged. "That's right. I'll drive. I'll get us home all right."
She loved the feel of his throbbing cock-meat filling her hand. She had an urge to suck his prick right there in the car, but she decided to wait until they were in her apartment. Delaying things would make it all the more exciting.
She pumped his cock slowly enough so as not to bring him off, enjoying the feel of his rigid prick and the anticipation of the evening ahead.
When at last they were inside Joanna's apartment, she locked the door behind them and melted in Charlie's arms.
"You're really very sweet," he said.
"So are you, Charlie," she murmured.
He kissed her lips, nibbling and licking at them, and then he shoved his tongue into her mouth. At the same time he dropped his hands down to fondle the cheeks of her ass.
She pulled back momentarily. "Oh, Charlie, I can't breathe," she gasped. "When you kiss, you really kiss!"
"I don't mess around," he hissed, grabbing her again. Joanna squirmed against him, rubbing her belly against his hard cock and moaning softly.
"Oh, Charlie, you feel so good," she gasped.
"You don't feel so bad yourself," he said.
"Oh, Charlie, my cunt is so wet," she purred. "I can feel my cunt juice running down my legs."
Their lips met again as he continued pumping his cock against her cuntmound. Joanna trembled when he slipped a hand between them to place on her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, Charlie, you're a lover," she said. "You're a real lover!"
He rubbed around and around over her dress, gradually pulling it up, and when he found her bare ass under his hands, he went wild.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he groaned. "You're not wearing pants!"
"I'll put them on if it bothers you."
"You do that and you'll get strangeld! Jesus, what an ass! Don't you ever wear pants?"
"Hardly ever."
"Christ, what a dish! This is my lucky day!"
He made her hold her dress up at her waist, and he stepped back to have a look. She preened and posed on her high heels, extending one leg provocatively.
"Hot damn!" he breathed.
Joanna quivered at the hot lust in his eyes. He stood there transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of her curvy ass and thick cunt-bush set off by the black lace garter belt and dark nylons.
"You're a dream!" he wheezed. "You're a fucking dream!"
Joanna giggled and did a little dance. "I'm glad you appreciate the package." She smiled.
She moved into his arms again. This time Charlie had his hand on her bare cunt-flesh. He stuck a finger between her wet cuntlips and churned her cuntjuice.
"I'll bet your clit is sensitive," he said. "Am I right?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself," she said.
He rubbed a fingertip over the quivering little bud.
"It's certainly hard," he said.
"Yeah!" She giggled.
"I think it's sensitive," he said.
"Oh, Charlie, you're right again!"
They laughed, and she purred with approval as he massaged her clit.
"Rub it, honey," she said. "Rub it hard! I love that!"
He fondled and stroked her wet cunt-flesh until she came on his hand.
"Oh, yes, there! There! Oh, yes, don't stop! Rub there! There! Oh, God, yes!"
She spasmed and moaned, her body shuddering again and again. When it was over, she leaned against him.
"Home run!" he snickered, vigorously rubbing her crotch. "Come on, more," he hissed, rubbing her clit. "Go, baby, go!"
Her teeth clenched, her face contorted with passion, Joanna pumped her pussy at his hand and climaxed again.
She mewled and moaned and slumped against him, slipping her hand down to his crotch. Her fingers worked frantically to get his zipper down. In a moment, she had his cock out in the air and his fat cockhead covered by her palm.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he grunted. "Oh, yeah, rub my prick!"
She ran her fingers up and down his throbbing cockshaft. She squeezed his fat spongy prickhead. Tickling and rubbing his meat cock, she closed her fist around his thick cockshaft and pumped his prick with a steady rhythm.
"Christ," Charlie said. "Take it easy, or the gun will go off. We don't want that to happen yet, do we?"
Joanna could no longer resist the urge to have his cock in her mouth.
"Can I suck it?" she asked.
"Sure, baby, sure," he boomed. "Suck it!"
Crouching down, she plunged her mouth down on his. fat juice-drenched prickhead and slowly took his entire cockshaft into her mouth.
"Oh, shit, that's sucking!" he grunted. "That's real cocksucking!" He shoved his hips forward and his big cockshaft slid all the way to the back of her throat.
The feel of his cock-meat stuffing her mouth made Joanna quiver with pleasure. She tightened the ring of her lips around his thick cockshaft and bobbed her head up and down to pump his prick with her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, suck that prick!" he grunted. "Oh, yeah, suck that prick! Give it a good workout, honey!"
Charlie groaned as she sucked and licked his cock-meat. He soon began pumping his hips, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth as she sucked on his knob and swirled her tongue over his pisshole.
Her teeth scraping lightly over the twitching cock in her mouth, Joanna slurped and sucked ravenously on his thrusting prick.
Pulling her mouth away from his cock at last, she stood and peeled her dress off.
"Get your clothes off!" she hissed. "Hurry!"
Charlie stood still a moment, feasting his eyes on her jiggling tits and on the thick dark cunt-bush covering her pussy.
"Jesus!" he croaked. "You're beautiful!"
He was out of his clothes in a flash. Joanna squealed as he grabbed her, twisting in his arms and mewling with pleasure as he grabbed her tits from behind.
"Oh, yes, Charlie, play with my tits!"
He squeezed her heavy tits, pinching her nipples and massaging her tits as she rubbed her ass back and forth over his naked dripping cock.
He forced her to turn around so that he could suck her tits. She stood there motionless as he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
His hand fondled one swollen tit while he sucked on the other. He lapped and licked and sucked, opening his mouth wide to fill his face with her tit-flesh.
"Oh, Charlie!" she gasped. "That's wonderful! Oh, yes, dear, suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"
When he finally pulled his mouth off her tit, her hard nipple was like a wet piece of dark chocolate.
"Do the other one," she said huskily.
She held her tit for him, shoving more and more of it into his mouth and purring her approval as she sucked hard. She loved the way he sucked in her tender tit-flesh.
Leaning to the side, she glanced down at his throbbing cock. His cockhead was bloated and looked ready to burst, a drop of clear cock-juice brimming in his pisshole.
Pushing her knee forward, she nudged his balls and giggled.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go into the bedroom, Charlie. Let's get into bed! Let's fuck!"
Charlie released her tit, and as she led him into the bedroom his hands eagerly squeezed her asscheeks.
"I'm going to fuck you into the ground!" he grunted.
"I hope so," she said with a laugh. "That's the kind of fucking I need!"
"You're a luscious piece," he said. "That's the kind of fucking you deserve. You should be getting it regularly. How come a sexy number like you isn't married?"
"Oh, I guess I just haven't met the right guy," she said.
Stretching out on the bed on her back, Joanna lay back and spread her legs wide.
"It's all for you, Charlie!" she whispered. "My hot little pussy's all for you!"
He crouched down between her thighs, gazing down at her oozing pussy and running his hands back and forth over her sensitive skin.
Reaching down, Joanna pulled her cuntlips open by the cunthair and grinned.
"See that little bean, Charlie? That hard little button? The little thing that feels so good when you rub it?"
She rubbed a fingertip around her pussy mound, flicking her clit and running her fingers up and down the wet gash.
"Lick it!" she said. "I like to have my pussy sucked. Suck my pussy, Charlie!"
"Sure. Sure, baby, Til suck your pussy."
He moved his hands into her cunt. He pulled her pussylips open, running his fingers up and down the slit and back and forth between her clit and cunthole.
Her belly quivered and her tits heaved as he fondled her wet hairy cuntflesh. She pulled her knees back to give him more room, humping her ass off the bed to shove her pussy back at his hand.
"Fuck me, Charlie!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
He shoved two fingers into her cunthole. "Like that?" he asked.
"Yes! Yes! Finger-fuck me! Yes, like that!"
He plunged his fingers in and out until she wailed with pleasure. He rammed in and out of her pussy, his fingers making squishing sounds in the pool of her cuntjuice.
Then he leaned forward. His head moved down slowly to her crotch. She held her breath, shivering with anticipation as his mouth gradually approached her throbbing pussy.
When she at last felt the heat of his breath on her cunt-flesh, a soft moan escaped her lips and she bucked her ass off the bed to push her cunt into his face.
"Suck it!" she groaned. "Suck my cunt! eat it, you sonofabitch! Eat my pussy!"
Charlie grunted. He sniffed at her wet pussy, he nuzzled his nose into the steaming folds of her cunt-flesh. At last an animal sound came out of his throat, and he opened his mouth wide and began sucking at her hot cunt-meat.
"Suck it! Suck it! Oh, my God, suck it! Yes, that's the way, Charlie, that's the way!"
She went wild. She thrashed and writhed under his mouth, her face contorted with pleasure, her hair flying on the pillow.
He picked his head up momentarily. "Is it good?" he said.
"Yes! Yes! It's good! It's good! Don't stop! Keep sucking! Please keep sucking!"
He fixed his mouth once again to her cunt, this time zeroing in on her clit. He flicked it with his tongue while he shoved a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh, Christ!" she wailed. "Oh, Christ, that's it! That's it!"
He held her fast as her body arched up off the bed, stiffened and shuddered as she spasmed convulsively on his mouth.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming, you sonofabitch, I'm coming!"
Charlie continued sucking until she gently pushed him away and lay back exhausted on the bed.