"Mmmmmm- Oh, shit!" Joanne heard Bob say as he stopped at the doorway and peered into her room. She could feel his eyes crawling over her body as she tried to keep her eyes closed. Joanne heard his breathing grow heavy and uneven as she slowly drew her knees up and splayed her thighs even farther apart. She pretended to be having a wet dream, slowly rolling on the bed and grinding her wet labes together as tiny gasps came out of her mouth.
"Shit! Fuckin' shit!" Bob whispered hoarsely.
Joanne couldn't take it any more. She realized that the teen would probably just stand at the doorway unless he knew that she wasn't having a dream at all. She mustered up every ounce of courage she could, then opened her eyes and stretched out her arms.
"Come here. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me!" Joanne whispered hotly as she dropped her knees and hunched up her pussy.
"Huh?" Bob cried out, reeling back drunkenly. "Oh, please, please! Don't leave me like this," Joanne begged him, dropping her right hand and trailing her fingers lightly across a slick, tightly stretched cunt-lip.
"But, but…" Bob stammered as he held onto the doorway and stared drunkenly at her gaping gash.
"Jeeeesus, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joanne moaned over and over and she dipped her fingers in and out of her sucking snatch rhythmically.
"Fuck, you're fuckin' right I will!" Bob almost shouted as he stumbled into the bedroom and started pulling at his shirt.
"Shut the door!" Joanne whispered nervously as she watched Bob unbutton his shirt. Her heart nearly tore through her rib cage as she saw his broad, muscular, hairy chest come into view. It was everything she'd imagine it would be.
"Don't like a crowd?" Bob sneered, turning around and slamming the bedroom door shut with a loud bang.
"Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?" Joanne hissed angrily at him. She was beginning to wonder if it was such a smart idea to invite Bob into her snatch after all.
"Babe, by the time I get through with you, you'll be screaming the walls don," Bob growled as he shrugged his shirt off and started unbuckling his belt.
Joanne hated to admit it, but she liked the kind of overpowering masculinity Bob had. He couldn't have been over eighteen, but he was acting like a stud of thirty. She watched in fascination as the teen pushed through the top button of his tight-fitting jeans, then grabbed the head of the zipper and slowly pulled it down. In the bright moonlight, Joanne could see thick tufts of wiry black cock hair poking out along the edges of Bob's opening fly.
"You're gonna like this, Mrs. Hill," Bob said teasingly as he finished opening his Levi's.
Joanne wanted to jump up and stick her hand into the dark, gaping hole in the teen's trousers. But she resisted the urge. It had been too long since she was in this kind of setting. And now that it was happening, Joanne wasn't going to rush the thing through.
"Ohhh, God, fuck me!" Joanne cried again. The words "fuck me" excited the hell out of her. It felt like centuries since she'd cried that phrase out. Now she was moaning and thrashing away on the bed, begging for cock.
"Look at this, bitch!" Bob cried out huskily as he jammed his thumbs into his Levi's and shoved them down to his knees.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Joanne cried out as she saw something big, long and thick spring out from the teen's crotch and bob crazily in the air. It was just like in her fantasy. There was a young man inches away from her with a huge, drooling cock. Her mind raced crazily as Bob finished undressing and crawled onto the groaning bed. It was a dream too good to come true.
CHAFFER TWO
"Get on that rod, bitch!" Bob moaned as he rolled on top of Joanne's jerking body.
"Ohhhhh," the blonde moaned, feeling something long, hat and burning press against her heaving belly. ¶t was cock-meat-inches and inches of throbbing, steaming-hot prick-meat that was rubbing deliciously over her sweaty gut. She couldn't believe how good it felt. Her pussy rumbled wildly and happily as Bob's leathery balls trailed across her upturned snatch-lips. She almost felt like screaming for joy when Bob clamped his thick lips on hers and drove his tongue into her mouth.
"Mgggfffff!" Joanne cried out, driving her hand between their trashing bodies. She wanted to feel the young man's silky cock-head with her fingertips. Joanne wanted to feel the first drops of pre-cum as it oozed out of Bob's expanding piss-slit. She wanted to feel everything and anything to do with fucking. The blonde moaned happily as she almost drowned in Bob's spittle. His tongue slammed past her teeth and rammed down her Throat as the young man reached up and clamped his hands around Joanne's thunderous tits. She groaned in unmentionable delight as she felt her half-inch-long nipples being mashed in by the young man's thick fingers.
"Oh, baby, you know you want it. You want every inch of my cock in your mouth-my big, fat, slippery dick. You wanna lick it off and get my jizz down your throat! Come on, touch it," Bob groaned, letting one of Joanne's tits go and guiding her hand down between their bellies until she could feel the tip of his prick.
"Oh, yess, yesssss," she moaned shamelessly as she felt something hot and wet brush up against her hand.
"Shit, you're hungry for dick. You probably like cock in your mouth and in your cunt," Bob hissed into her right ear as he drove her hand harder against his belly-rubbing dick. "Bitch, you're gonna get it."
Joanne felt her body slowly melting into a hot, jelly-like mess. There was a hot, throbbing, mushy feeling that went from her sweaty belly down to her fat, swollen cunt-lips. Only her clit and tit-tips were rock-hard. She groaned and thrashed as her sensitive nerve ends exploded with lust. Joanne closed her eyes and dug her head into the sweat-stained pillow as she felt her fingers wrap around Bob's cock. The thick streams of cum running out of the piss-slit made her palm slippery. As the young man's cock throbbed wildly, Joanne squeezed greedily. Her hand slowly started to jack up and down, pumping the hard rod faster and faster as Bob went back to her mouth and started digging in his tongue more wildly than before.
"Shit, babe, shit!" Bob groaned, puffing back slightly from her and brushing her hand away from his dick. "You'll make me shoot if you keep doing that."
Joanne didn't care. She wanted to be drowned in oceans of hot jizz.
"You're gonna suck this thing dry right now," Bob said huskily as he inched his way up the mattress. Joanne groaned in disappointment. She didn't mind sucking dick. She and her husband had often sixty-nined each other. But Joanne always preferred coming with cock in her cunt. And now, after six months without dick, she wasn't too thrilled about bringing off somebody with her lips while her pussy went begging for cock-meat.