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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, high-breasted, long-legged knockout. Her huge brown eyes were luminous, almost burning. She wore mascara, rouge and lipstick, looking like a model for a sexy magazine cover. Her snug, low-cut dress revealed creamy breasts that practically billowed out over her V-neck. Her legs were clad in misty black nylons and high heels.
Jack had lost his cherry long before, at the age of fifteen in the back seat of a jalopy at a drive-in movie. The recipient of his long bursting cock was a gushing fourteen-year-old, 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. "Come on in, Jack."
He hauled his guitar case into the living room and sat down on the sofa, awkwardly. At seventeen, 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 your parents permit you to drink, Jack, but I've got some sherry if you'd like a glass."
Quickly, he nodded. 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 topped 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 of 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 hotly 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 spurting 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. For a few moments, her lips parted 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 at seventeen, 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 grasped 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.
"OOOOOO, SHIT! OH CHRIST MISS HAWKINS, UNNNNNNG! CAN'T TAKE YOUR WILD MOUTH! HERE IT COMES, HERE--WOW! GETTING MY ROCKS OFF! OOOOOOOO!"
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 blow-job 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 seventeen-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 both 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 fed up her pussy right now, every hot pounding inch. The rest of her sex-starved desires would 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 piledriver.
"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. When her dress was tossed aside, he unsnapped her bra; took it off and tossed that aside. She clutched his hands and squeezed them to her luscious hot tits, moaning with rising lust. She continued jerking her lush 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 again, on the spot.
When the voluptuous music teacher was stark naked, Jack sucked in his breath. Her tits had huge rosy nipples, fat with lust. Her copper-colored cunt-hairs were soaked with her passion. Compared to the cute little 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 when 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 sofa. 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.
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