CHAPTER TWO
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, big-breasted, long legged knockout. Her huge brown eyes were luminous, almost burning. She wore mascara, rouge and lipstick, looking like a model for a foxy magazine cover. Her snug, low-cut dress revealed creamy tits that particularly billowed out over her V-neck. Her leg were clad in misty black nylon and high heels.
Jack had lost has cherry in the back seat of a jalopy at a drive-in movie. The recipient of his long bursting cock was a gushing girl, 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. "Came on in, Jack."
He hauled his guitar case into the living room and sat down on the sofa, awkwardly. At eighteen, 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 you like wine, but I've got some sherry if you'd like a glass."
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 tapped 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 off 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 holly 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 spurring 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. Far a few moments, her tits panted 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 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 gasped 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.