3 comments/ 29102 views/ 11 favorites Dreams of the Wild By: sandyb ...this is the God who does not care         and will never cease. Look at the seas there Flashing against this rock in the darkness--look at the         tide-stream stars--and the fall of nations--and dawn Wandering with wet white feet down the Carmel Valley to         meet the sea. These are real and we see their beauty. - Robinson Jeffers from -The Great Explosion" * The Spring Break in Cozumel had been more enjoyable than Jo Anne had expected. She and her husband, Kevin, had traveled there with her younger sister, Susan and her husband, Paul. Jo Anne hadn't spent much time around Paul before; he had married Susan only two years ago. She enjoyed his genial nature and appreciated his fit physique. Susan at twenty-eight was ten years younger than she and Paul was a couple of years younger yet. Jo Anne's twenty year marriage to Kevin was stale compared to the relationship her sister seemed to enjoy with Paul. Their frequent displays of affection irritated Jo Anne. The memory of when she shared such a relationship left a dull ache in her heart. The beauty of the ocean, the constant rhythm of the waves, and the sensuality of young nubile vacationers, all stirred a forgotten passion deep in Jo Anne's soul. Susan was blond, athletic, tanned and perky with a cute smile and sunny disposition. Years of competitive swimming had given her broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Jo Anne, while friendly, had a certain formality to her manner and a penetrating look that demanded attention. Though not a flirt, Jo Anne could stop a man in his tracks when she slowly lifted her long lashes to reveal her large dark liquid brown eyes. Even at thirty-eight there was a charming innocence and vulnerability in her beguiling gaze and her faultless complexion made her seem younger than her years. Jo Anne was taller, less muscular, and had a more elegant posture than Susan. She had fair skin, full red lips, and dark brunette hair cut shoulder length. Her slim, long-waisted figure accentuated her graceful long neck, full breasts, round bottom and well formed legs. Jo Anne was a teacher, 11th and 12th grade English, in the Fayette County High School in Fayette, Alabama where they lived since she was married. Kevin owned and ran a lumber yard there. They had a daughter, Ashley, 19 years old who lived in the same town and was married to Niall, an accountant, who was several years older than Ashley. Jo Anne's alluring looks and figure were all the more remarkable given her reputation as the personification of virtue in the small southern town. The trip to Cozumel was a rare event for them and she had been thrilled when Kevin agreed to Susan and Paul's invitation to vacation together. They had rented a modern condo with a gorgeous view and easy access to the ocean. However, since both Jo Anne and Susan insisted the foursome spent most of their time out seeing and doing things around the island. They went fishing one day and caught several red snapper that the restaurant attached to the condos cooked for their dinner. They took the ferry to the mainland one day and made an excursion to see the ruins at Tikal and the Xel-há lagoon. They all tried snorkeling off of the dock at the condo and spent hours lying in the sun, reading, drinking, and relaxing. In the evenings they sampled the various restaurants and saloons on the island, sometimes staying until closing. The last night of the holiday they all went to a crowded dance club. Jo Anne was enthralled by the driving salsa beat and the energy of the dancers. Susan, on the other hand, was bored by the place and Kevin wouldn't dance, but Paul agreed to. They wormed their way into the packed crowd. Being surrounded by handsome young men in their tight pants and hot girls in their short skirts all working up a sweat as they stepped, dipped and spun in their frenzied dancing stimulated Jo Anne. She smiled as she eyed the young dancers and felt her pussy become moist and warm. On their fourth dance a drunken college kid bumped his butt into Paul's from behind pushing Paul's pelvis into Jo Anne's. She gasped lightly and reflexively hunched hard against Paul's crotch feeling the unmistakable hardness of his erect dick as she pressed her pubis against him. "Oh! I'm sorry Paul, I shouldn't have done that," Jo Anne said even though she kept her pelvis pressed hard against him and her hands clutched tightly to his waist "It's okay Jo Anne, it's okay," Paul said grinning at her as he pushed his hips towards her again and ground his cock against her. "Mmm," she groaned softly and squeezed his waist each time he pressed against her. The tropical evening, the music, and several drinks had loosened her usual puritanical mindset. Her sense of morality seemed obscured by the magical charm of the Latin night. She cast a nervous glance back to the table where Kevin sat insensibly staring at his drink on the table, and Susan seemed immersed in watching some cute girls whirling nearby. There was little chance of them noticing anything between Paul and Jo Anne in the darkened packed room. She realized with a wicked tingle that she was powerfully attracted to Paul. When they returned sheepishly to the table Kevin said he was bored and sleepy. Susan wanted to leave but Jo Anne laughingly insisted on dancing longer. "Oh c'mon y'all, when do I ever get to dance?" "I'll keep dancing, Jo Anne," Paul said, leering at his sister. Jo Anne smiled back but she was afraid Susan may have noticed the lecherous look. Susan gave no sign of suspicion and she and Kevin soon left to go to the condo. Paul and Jo Anne began dancing again uninhibited by the presence of their respective spouses. Paul bent his knees and undulated his hips to deliberately rub his hard cock against Jo Anne's crotch. He could see the obvious pleasure it gave Jo Anne as she gazed at him with her lips parted and eyelids at half-mast. Jo Anne delighted in the feel of Paul's hard dick pressing against her and she craved to touch it. Paul brought his face close to hers and they began to kiss on the dance floor. She discretely slid her hand down his body and squeezed his cock through his pants as they kissed. It felt thick, powerful, and eager in her grasp. "Let's go somewhere else, where we can be alone, okay?" Jo Anne whispered to him. He smiled and nodded. They left the steamy dance club and as they walked slowly away Paul spied a beach access path and took Jo Anne's hand and pulled her along behind him. "Let's see what's down here," he said playfully. Jo Anne giggled and followed him compliantly. The path led to a small patch of beach below a high-rise condominium. They could hear people laughing and talking above them on the condo's terrace but as they followed the path across the line of sand dunes they were shielded from view. There was no one else visible on the beach. The moonlit surf surged relentlessly out of the black void of ocean while overhead stars glimmered in the infinite expanse of the night. Caught up in the natural beauty of the place and giddy with anticipation they embraced and kissed long and deeply, entangling their tongues and crushing their bodies together. Paul placed his hands on the sides of her bare thighs and slid his hands up under her dress as they kissed. Without objection from Jo Anne he continued to slide his hands up under her dress, passing his hands over her panties until he held both sides of her waist. Her dress was pushed up on his forearms and she felt the night air on her thighs. Paul slipped his fingertips into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. He knelt on the sand in front of her as he pulled her panties to her ankles. She slid her feet out of her sandals one at a time so he could remove the panties entirely. Jo Anne tittered when Paul playfully flung her panties away into the sand and she dropped down beside him. They embraced again and as they kissed he grasped her tits through her thin dress and bra, a hand on each one, and squeezed gently pressing her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Jo Anne moaned lightly with the pleasure of his touch and reclined on her back in the sand. Paul stood up at her feet and as he pulled off his shirt Jo Anne hiked up her dress above her waist to reveal her pussy to him. There was just enough moonlight for Paul to make out the inviting dark bush of her pubic hair. As he gazed at her Jo Anne felt a hot blush of embarrassment and anxiety but, determined to see this through, she spread her legs wide and extended an arm to him. "Come on baby, let's do this," she said huskily. Paul undid the clasp on his shorts and pushed them and his underwear down to his knees. From there he kicked them off excitedly and then lowered himself to his knees between Jo Anne's legs. His stiff cock jutted out in front of him, the head pointing at the sky. They were both breathing hard with lust and elation. Jo Anne leaned forward steadying herself with one arm extended into the sand behind her so she could grasp his dick. "Ahhh...ooo," she murmured approvingly as she stroked his long throbbing cock, pushing the loose skin taut so that the ruddy head of his eager dick was fully uncovered and prominent. Jo Anne was riveted by the sight and feel of this unfamiliar dick in her hand and fondling it made her less self-conscious. Having gotten over her nervousness she was quite ready to receive him. As he lunged slowly on top of her Jo Anne reclined on her back and raised her feet to bring her dripping pussy into alignment with his cock. Paul grabbed her shoulders with each hand and after wiggling a bit to position his dick he pulled himself smoothly into her. He felt the wonderful heat and wetness of her tight pussy envelop his excited dick. The firm suction grip of her cunt on his dick thrilled him to his core. "Unnmmmmm," she cooed as he drew her onto his cock until she absorbed his full length. Then he raised his butt and backed his dick out until just the head remained in her and then he thrust quickly and deeply into her pussy. Again and again he plunged his cock into her agitated quim each time raising his shoulders and arching his back so as to drive his pelvis harder against her as he sought the greatest possible penetration. Jo Anne in turn rhythmically popped her pussy towards him each time he drove into her so that each stroke plumbed her depths to the maximum. She wrapped her long, pretty legs fully around him and dug her nails into his back as she softly squeaked little high pitched yelps each time his dick sank into her. "Ah, ah, ah...." It was the first time she had been unfaithful to Kevin; it was the first time she had fucked anyone else but Kevin in her life. A burning flush spread from her face down her body. Her nipples tingled with an electric heat. She frantically sought to pull him deeper into her as she pressed her pussy against his body trying to grind her clit against the sturdy shaft of his cock; then, as the searing pleasure dissipated, she fell back to the sand, utterly spent. Her orgasm had been the most intense she could remember. Paul, having exploded in his own climax, flopped insensibly on top of her. They lay motionless for a while and then Paul rolled off her onto his back. "Wow," he said. Jo Anne turned to him resting her head on her arm. "That was so good Paul, thank you." She leaned towards him and kissed him lightly. "You have the tightest, sweetest cunt I've ever had baby," Paul said. Jo Anne laughed. "I'm glad you liked it Paul, but women don't like the word 'cunt,' you know." "I know but I like it." They rose and brushed the sand from themselves and dressed without speaking. Jo Anne retrieved her panties and clutched them in a ball in her hand as they slowly made their way back to the condo where Kevin and Susan were already sleeping in their respective beds. They gave each other a smile and then gingerly crept into the beds of their spouses. Jo Anne was too excited to sleep and lay in bed revisiting in her mind each detail of the fuck on the beach. She could feel grains of sand between her toes and around her crotch. She could feel Paul's sperm lubricating her pussy. She began to fantasize other trysts and these fantasies blended with her recollections of the evening and she drifted off into warm tender dreams of butterflies and well-hung lovers. A group of naked young men were surrounding her. They were smiling at her in a kind and understanding way. Yellow butterflies fluttered around their heads. Jo Anne lay naked, on her back before them. The butterflies alit on her bare tummy and the young men lined up to fuck her. As the first young lover lowered himself to her she reached out her arms and spread her legs to embrace him and the dreamed resolved itself into a warm and murky blackness. Jo Anne awoke very early the next morning. She glanced at the clock; it was just after 6 am. All the others were still quite asleep, but she felt fully awake. The mental turmoil ignited by the adventures of the night before was still roiling within her. She slipped out of bed noiselessly and carefully pulled on her swimsuit and a sarong. She went out to the balcony and surveyed the ocean. The dream of the train of young men fucking her replayed itself in her mind as she watched the swell and fall of the water. It was an entertaining dream but Jo Anne sensed it may have some significance, that is, she understood it reflected the emotional disorder that had arisen inside her during this idyll on Cozumel. She noticed below her a young man sitting at a table outdoors sipping coffee. He was apparently a guest at the condo next to theirs. She decided to venture out to the dock and perhaps take a stroll down to the beach. Outside she greeted the young man, who was sitting at the table with his coffee, clad only in khaki shorts with no shoes or shirt. They introduced themselves. His name was Ignacio, from a wealthy Mexico City family. He offered her coffee which Jo Anne was pleased to accept. Ignacio stood up to go get her coffee and Jo Anne was struck by his physical grace as he uncurled his long lean body and stepped away towards his condo to retrieve her coffee. He was at least 6'2" with broad shoulders and a sleek vee-shaped torso. He returned momentarily with a steaming mug that he offered to Jo Anne with an authentic smile. As they chatted Jo Anne realized she was charmed and aroused by the magnetic beauty of the young man. She imagined being with him, rather than Paul, the night before. When their conversation lagged a bit Jo Anne walked over to the dock and looked out on the ocean. She was pleased to sense his presence behind her, as he followed her there. "I love the sea. It's so, unconscious, so unconcerned with us, you know what I mean?" she said. "Yes, I think I understand," replied Ignacio. "You enjoy the anonymity of nature?" "Yes, it's like it doesn't have a name, doesn't need one, and doesn't want to know ours." She laughed, "I'm just rambling. Sometimes I do that when I'm a bit, uh, nervous." "You're nervous with me? No need for that." She turned and gave him a thin smile. He smiled back in a kind way at her, reminiscent of the expression on the faces of the young men in her dream. She glanced up at the balcony of her condo but there was no sign of anyone moving up there. She saw her hand reach out, as if she were a passive observer, and her fingertips touched lightly on Ignacio's well defined, smooth chest. She noticed with interest that his nipples became erect when she touched him. Wordlessly, she let her fingertips trace a sinuous curve down his torso to his hard stomach where she paused and retracted her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so, so familiar." "No need to apologize Jo Anne," he said as he took her hand in his own and gently pulled her down the dock nodding his head in the direction he intended. Jo Anne followed obediently, thrilled, somehow, to hear him call her by her name. He led her to the far end of the dock where a large stone outcropping blocked the view back towards their condos. He pulled her to him and as they kissed, slowly and romantically, he slipped an arm around the small of her back and gradually pressed her tighter against his lissome physique. Jo Anne reveled in the delicious sensation of Ignacio's fine warm body and ground her crotch into the hard erection evident through his thin shorts. She leaned back from him and placed both of her palms on the top of his smooth chest. She let her hands glide down the sides of his torso until they each rested lightly at his waist. Her gaze fell on the noticeable bulge at his crotch and she delicately unsnapped his pants. They kissed again as she slid his zipper down and then slipped her right hand into his underwear and cradled his throbbing dick in her palm. "Ooomm," she whispered appreciatively as she felt his excitement and desire vibrating in her hand. She closed her hand around the thick hard shaft of his cock in a strong grip and pulled it upwards and then pushed the loose skin covering it back down. Ignacio sighed with pleasure and hunched against her hand. Leaning back again Jo Anne gripped the waistband of his underwear with her left hand and pulled down so that his shorts and underwear both slid down his thighs and then past his knees to his ankles, revealing the glorious nakedness of his youthful sleek figure and the demanding presence of his engorged and eager cock. Jo Anne inhaled sharply in wonder at the delectable vision of Ignacio's nudity and drank in the spectacle deeply, imprinting it in her storehouse of memories. She began to jack off the boy alternating her gaze between his dick and his pleasure addled eyes. She increased her speed and gripped his strong cock as tightly as she could. He hunched hard towards her and she placed her left palm against his chest to steady them both while maintaining a beat on his dick with her right hand. The head of his dick was touching her bare abdomen as she stroked him and she felt the wetness of an initial ooze of semen making her skin slippery. She heard herself panting hard with excitement as she watched Ignacio squirm under the pleasing pounding of her hand. "Ah, ah ..." he groaned and then a great burst of hot semen jetted from his cock and plopped on Jo Anne's tummy; she jerked hard on his cock and another spurt of cum flopped onto her sarong just at the waistline. She squeezed Ignacio's dick again and a final ooze of jism welled out and Jo Anne wiped the creamy head on her skirt and then released him. Ignacio leaned back against the rock and inhaled deeply. "Whew..." Jo Anne smiled at him in triumph. As he watched she dipped her fingertips into the goo on her belly and around her waist and spread it in slow circles so that her abdomen glistened with his sperm. "Thank you Ignacio. Thank you for that..., it was wonderful." He smiled sheepishly and pulled his pants up. "I'd better get back now," said Jo Anne. "You need something to clean up with?" he asked. "No, it's okay, I want it there." She smiled warmly at the bemused boy and walked back to her condo. As she walked Jo Anne noticed with some pleasure the coolness of the air against the moisture of Ignacio's sperm on her skin. Inside the condo all were still sleeping. She decided to leave Ignacio's cum on her as long as she could; somehow having the cream of his manhood on her belly and skirt was satisfying. She made a pot of coffee and took a fresh cup and retreated again to the balcony where she sat quietly and sipped her drink mulling over this latest escapade. Ignacio was nowhere to be seen and the early morning was quiet. The electric ecstasy of being intimate with Ignacio in such a spontaneous encounter had left her dazed. To have enjoyed such hedonistic pleasure in so casual a manner, while the others were still sleeping, filled her with an undeniable sense of accomplishment. Jo Anne realized with giggle that she was proud of herself. Dreams of the Wild "What are you laughing at?" Susan asked. Jo Anne turned to see her sister sleepily making her way towards the coffeepot. "Oh, I'm just thinking about Paul trying to dance last night." Jo Anne checked her tummy and skirt but decided that Ignacio's goo had dried sufficiently so that no one could detect it without a close inspection. "That was funny," Susan agreed. They checked out of the condo later that day. The vacation was over. As they left Jo Anne turned and saw Ignacio sitting around the table with several other people including an attractive young lady next to him. Their eyes met and Jo Anne waved. Ignacio nodded at her and smiled. The attractive young lady turned to see who Ignacio was looking at and Jo Anne turned away and sighed so deeply that Kevin asked if anything was wrong. She assured him all was well. On the flight back from Cozumel to Birmingham Jo Anne was baffled by her complete lack of shame for having fucked her brother or for the hand job she had given Ignacio. In some way, the trysts, although completely spontaneous, seemed fated, almost ordained. Jo Anne felt as if some confluence of otherwise impersonal events and forces -- the flapping of some butterfly's wings -- had impelled her and Paul into fucking that night on the beach and had decreed the intimate encounter with Ignacio. She felt no guilt towards Kevin or Susan, and quietly relished the memories of both acts. Jo Anne had already decided that she did not want to pursue an ongoing affair with Paul. There were many men available other than her sister's husband. She looked at Kevin; his good looks were fading as his pot belly increased. His adventurous spirit had disappeared as he had become weighed down in the details of managing his thriving lumber business. Jo Anne realized that she no longer loved him. He was the father of their child and they shared many memories together but there was no romance left between them. She understood that she could never again really be happy as Kevin's wife. This was not just the result of fucking Paul on the beach or jacking off Ignacio on the dock, but rather, was the product of years of a mutual failure to cultivate their relationship with each other. They had taken each other for granted for too long. As the clouds streamed by below her she also recognized that she had a potent libido, which had not been extinguished by the years of dreary monogamy. It was now apparent to Jo Anne that she yearned for the affections of younger men - flat-bellied, toned, athletic, young men. She smiled to herself with the satisfaction of having become aware of her own needs. She knew that this was an important step in finding, recovering, that lost happiness that had once seemed her destiny. Jo Anne was known by everyone in town as the best, most diligent teacher in the high school. She sold hot chocolate at the football games on Friday nights and sang in the choir on Sundays. Most people who knew her would describe her as very proper, even straitlaced. Certainly, her reputation at Fayette High was as a demanding, no-nonsense teacher who required her students to perform to their best. People in Fayette had grown to expect her to set an example for the students and the community. Now, as she ruminated on the delicious pleasure of fucking her brother in the sand in Mexico and having her tummy covered with Ignacio's warm sperm the burden of her wholesome reputation weighed heavily on her. She felt inhibited by the expectations of her neighbors, friends, and colleagues. A great desire to be free of her virtuous façade came over her. By the time the plane touched down in Alabama she knew she was going to be on the prowl for more strange dick although she was struggling with how she could accomplish it. She would have to be creative because she didn't have any social connections with single men and she didn't want to fuck her friends' husbands. There would have to be some other group she could access. She thought about trolling the campus in Tuscaloosa for attractive college students but she wasn't really that familiar with the university. She laughed at the thought of the 'perfect teacher' stalking other men to fuck as they rode home in the car. "What?' Kevin asked. "Oh, nothing, I'm just thinking of Paul trying to dance the other night. That salsa beat was too much for him. He's not really much of a dancer." "Well," Kevin smiled at her, "neither am I." "No, I guess not." Chapter 2 Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you From "Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd (Ed King - Ronnie VanZant - Gary Rossington) In the weeks since they returned from Mexico Jo Anne sensed that her exploits there had stirred the quiet waters of an emotional well deep in her psyche and awakened a sleeping monster. She had wild sensual dreams set in exotic locales. She dreamed she was on a boat in a raging storm at sea. Rough sailors had tied her up and she cowered helplessly on the deck as the spray and wind howled about her. A large rough man stepped in front of her and unleashed his enormous cock which he forced her to suck by grabbing her hair and pulling her mouth onto his dick. As she sucked the brutal man, her head bouncing up and down on his long cock, the winds died down and the storm abated. The sun came out and sea quieted. She looked up at the man and he was transformed into Ignacio. He gently cradled her head as she continued to suck, no longer in fear but in love. As she thought about this dream Jo Anne was perplexed. She had never performed oral sex on a man and, although it had occurred to her to go down on Ignacio when she jacked him off, she did not have a strong inclination to do so. The idea of sucking a man's dick had always seemed quite debasing to her; but, as she thought about it, the magnificence of Ignacio's nude body in the morning sunlight played in her mind. In some way she didn't want to acknowledge she felt she had failed to rise to the occasion with Ignacio. The Saturday after they returned, she assisted at a large track meet. As she worked, she observed the high school girls flirting with the boys' team, particularly, Cassie Fuller who garnered the most attention from the boys. Cassie was a cute, skinny, vivacious, blond with, so it was rumored, an active sex life. Jo Anne had heard that Cassie gave blow jobs to her boyfriends, and, that those included Luke Whitaker, the school's star athlete. The only remarkable thing about that was that Luke was black. Jo Anne admired Cassie's willingness to date Luke in spite of the prevailing racial attitudes of the community. Observing Cassie however, she seemed just another friendly, if flirtatious, young woman. Other girls had more voluptuous bodies; but Cassie was the one the boys wanted. Jo Anne craved to be wanted, like Cassie, for her sexual prowess. Jo Anne found herself examining various men in her life for their potential as lovers. For example, the next weekend she and Kevin went over to some friends' for barbecue. She found Jack Cramer, her friend Debbie's husband, to be quite attractive. He was a little younger than Jo Anne; maybe thirty-five, had nice features, dark hair, and seemed to have a provocatively noticeable lump in just the right place in his crotch. The problem was he seemed completely in love with Debbie. Still, after noticing the appeal of Jack's body that Saturday, Jo Anne became a frequent crotch watcher. The more she focused on men's crotches, the better she became at discerning whether the guy had an erection and whether his 'equipment' was tempting. She began checking out the male teachers and coaches at school. It was a guilty pleasure that she enjoyed in her own secretive manner. Several days after Jo Anne had become a confirmed 'crotch-watcher,' she was organizing and directing the production of a school play when she realized with a visceral unease that she was lustfully focusing her attention on one of her students. During the rehearsal of 'Macbeth' that afternoon she had begun to ogle Drew Kingman, an eighteen year old student, who was playing the dissolute king. He was a skinny but muscular young man with long legs, a tight butt, and a large unruly mop of curly light brown hair that flopped with a charming casualness over his forehead. He had dark hazel eyes, fine features, and an insouciance that Jo Anne found exceptionally attractive. Even as she had daydreamed about the display of the morning sun on Ignacio's writhing body and mentally measured the cocks of other possible lovers, it had not occurred to her that she might have an affair with a student. But as her eyes fixated on the delicious bulge in Drew's tight jeans she was forcefully drawn to him and she wanted, hungered for really, a chance to feel that bulge and explore its mysteries. She felt a hot blush of dread blossom on her cheeks and tingle her breasts. She intuitively knew that an affair with the young man was inescapable and that, once she had taken such a step, her life would be forever, profoundly altered. As she calmed herself by breathing slowly and deeply she found a certain acceptance of her fate welling up within her. She would bravely face her destiny even if it destroyed the comfortable life she had been living. Over the next few days she manufactured reasons to chat with Drew. She assured him that he needed her help in learning his role. He needed her coaching on moving about the stage. She took every opportunity to be close to him and establish eye contact. She made it a point to help him out with his lines by sidling next to him and incidentally brushing his arm with her tits as they both read the script. A couple of times she stood close to him with her breasts touching him and rubbed his back for reassurance when he made an error. She complimented him on his progress and told him how good he looked in his costume allowing her eyes to scan slowly over his body. During English class she would watch him and smile when he returned her gaze. She would stand next to his desk with the side of her leg contacting his shoulder. One day during rehearsal for the play Jo Anne was leaning over a table on the set reaching out with both arms to arrange some of the props when, with her peripheral vision, she noticed Drew staring at her swaying breasts displayed prominently by her form-fitting cashmere sweater. After allowing Drew to fully appreciate her form for several seconds, she straightened up and placed one foot forward in a purposeful pose. Batting her enticing lashes she locked her eyes on his for a long moment. Drew was smitten by the smoky sexuality of her gaze -- the enthralling beauty of her dark eyes and the sensual parting of her full red lips tightened his chest and addled his thinking. Without speaking she turned away to other business blushing hotly from her own forwardness while feeling a delicious wetness in her pussy. She couldn't concentrate on anything but her desire for the young man the rest of the day. An internal debate raged in her head all through these days. She would lie in bed thinking about whether it was truly possible to have an affair with Drew without hurting all involved. She knew it could be catastrophic; the sort of thing that once in motion would slide through her life and her family like an avalanche. Still, a powerful call reverberated in her mind continually, the need to 'seize the day' or miss an opportunity for pleasure that may not come again. The sex with Paul and Ignacio on Cozumel had reawakened her desire, her craving for sensual, physical lovemaking. She dreamed of a cheetah chasing a vast herd of wildebeests. The cat flew through the savannah and jumped at a straggling animal, its claws extended, and ripped deeply into its victim's hide. Blood gurgled around the paws of the great cat as the wildebeest tumbled to the ground. Jo Anne sat up suddenly as the cat opened its jaws preparing to crush the throat of the struggling animal. She was sweating and her heart racing. A storm was brewing outside. She got out of bed -- it was 2:30 am. Kevin was sleeping heavily. Jo Anne went out to the back porch and watched the storm begin to break over her little town. Great arcs of lightning traced across the southern sky and seconds later the resulting thunder shook the earth where she stood. She watched as the rain beat down in a great torrent and ran off the uncovered part of the porch in sheets. Swirling wind slapped a sting of rain against her cheek and wet her nightclothes. She stood there in communion with the tempest for some time, until its fury lessened and then returned to bed, resolved to satiate her lust for Drew Kingman whatever the cost. On Wednesday of the following week a full rehearsal was scheduled for 1:00 pm. She met with the cast in the morning and they went through their scenes. As she watched Drew step through his role her desire for the boy was consuming. Desperate to assuage this hunger she formulated a vague plan. She decided that they needed different fabric for the backdrop for Lady Macbeth's bloody scene. After the run-through she asked Drew, "Will you go with me to buy some different material, we'll just go to Wal-Mart and buy some cheap stuff." She smiled at him and he caught the gleam of mischief in her eye. He assented quickly. The attention she had been paying him had not escaped his notice and it was not the first time that an older woman had shown interest in him. They walked to her car and drove off the school parking lot without speaking but she made light chit-chat with Drew on the way to the store and while they were shopping. After they purchased the material and had returned to her car Jo Anne steered in the other direction from school. "I want to show you something Drew, it won't take long." He indicated it was fine with him. Jo Anne drove out of the little town and turned at a graveled lane she was familiar with and then turned into a private dirt road and pulled under a shade tree that hung out over the side of the road. She looked around to make sure they were alone. She looked at Drew and held his gaze with hers. Her long lashes seemed to draw him into the pools of her dark eyes. Jo Anne again felt as if someone outside of her was guiding her actions. She extended her right hand and placed it on his thigh and squeezed lightly. "Will you kiss me Drew?" "Sure Mrs. Baker I'll kiss you," he said shakily. He leaned towards her and she met him opened mouthed. Her luscious, soft, red lips felt warm, inviting and incredibly luxurious against his mouth. They kissed for a long moment and then he placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards him as they kissed again, this time harder and deeper as Drew felt a surge of confidence. As they kissed Jo Anne placed her hand between his legs and pressed her palm against his cock. He responded with a soft moan and gripped both her shoulders as he kissed her more passionately. She pulled her head back from his kiss and looking down at his crotch rubbed him more vigorously. "Lean back," she told him. He slumped against the car door, spread his legs, and pushed his pelvis forward on the seat to give her easier access to his dick, watching her intently the entire time. She squeezed his erect dick through his pants with her fingers and thumb and pressed her palm against it as he hunched against the pressure she supplied. "Ooo, it feels good, Drew." "Oh Mrs. Baker, I love that you want my dick," he moaned as he hunched her hand. She leaned forward and undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She carefully unzipped him and then she pulled his pants and underwear down all the way to his knees exposing his rigid and inflamed cock. It was thick and long and the sight of it was incredibly exhilarating to Jo Anne. She fondled his cock for a few moments by lightly running her well-manicured and brightly painted fingernails up and down his impressive shaft as she drank in the spectacle of it. "God Drew, it's so beautiful, so big, baby, mmm." "God, you're beautiful Mrs. Baker, I want to put my dick in you." She could feel his pulsing excitement as she deliberately wrapped one hand around the shaft and squeezed, feeling that wonderful combination of stiffness and suppleness that a hard dick presents. With her other hand she tenderly examined his balls by rolling his scrotum between her graceful fingers. Then, Jo Anne began to jack him off moving her hand slowly up and down all the way to the base and then pushing up all the way to the head of his cock. Drew sucked in his breath as she did this provoking a broad smile by Jo Anne. "You like that baby?" she asked staring into his pleasure-glazed eyes. "Oh yes, Mrs. Baker, yes." She began to stroke him faster squeezing even harder and he bucked his hips towards her with joyful enthusiasm. In spite of the awkward position in the car she wriggled herself closer to him placing one of her legs between his and scrunching herself as near to him as she could. This allowed her to lean over his cock as she jacked him even more furiously. He reached up and stroked her hair with the fingers of one hand and then let his hands fall to her breasts. Jo Anne straightened a bit and pushed her chest out to allow him to touch her easier still stroking his dick rapidly. "Ah...ah...ah," he moaned in increasing pleasure and pinched her nipples through her blouse eliciting a low sigh from Jo Anne as well. Jo Anne could see an ooze of cum from the purplish head of his cock and she was thrilled to feel micro-droplets of sperm spraying her face and arm as her brisk pounding flung it around. She could tell Drew would soon erupt. "Cum for me Drew, cum for me, baby, please." Drew hunched hard and then his body shook and a great spurt of warm semen blasted from his cock slapping across Jo Anne's knee and onto her beige dress immediately followed by a second burst which, as Jo Anne leaned in even closer to him and pulling his dick toward her, landed fully on the lap of her dress. She milked a final spasm of sperm from him onto her dress and then carefully wiped the creamy head there as well. Jo Anne released his cock and let her tired arm drop to her side. She leaned back and looked Drew in the eyes seeking his approval and thanks. "Oh wow, Mrs. Baker, wow. Gosh, I've made a mess of your dress," he said eyeing the puddle of cum in her lap. She looked down at the mess and gingerly dipped two fingers in the small puddle of warm goo. "Hmm...well, I'll just say I spilled something." She smiled at Drew and was pleased to see his glassy look of satisfaction. As Drew pulled up his pants Jo Anne started the car and headed back to school. "Don't worry about the cum on my dress, really, no one will know what it is." She gave Drew a reassuring smile. It occurred to her that this was the first time she had spoken about a man's 'cum' to another person in many years, probably since exchanging some joke in college. It reminded her of the first time she had let a man ejaculate on her - she had given Kevin a hand job many years ago when they were courting. The memory made her laugh at the innocence of that girl. They both tried hard to compose themselves when they returned to school. The rehearsal was about to start. Jo Anne walked into the auditorium and stepped up on the stage. She turned to address the group of students and teachers involved in the production. The large wet spot in the middle of her dress was plainly visible because it was much darker than the dry fabric. Jo Anne tried to ignore it and launched into her instructions to the group on the rehearsal. She couldn't help but notice a number of people looking at her dress and decided she had to say something about it. "Forgive me for being in such a mess," she said gesturing to her dress, "but I spilled my lunch, I'm afraid, and I didn't have time to change." She then finished her talk and walked over to the side of the stage as another teacher took over instructing the kids. As Jo Anne was leaning against the wall listening to the speaker, Sally Watkins, another teacher came over next to her. Sally bent forward and peered purposefully at the splotch on Jo Anne's dress and then, to Jo Anne's surprise, she raked her fingers across the spot, gathering a small bit of the goo on her finger tips. Dreams of the Wild "That's not soup that you spilled Jo Anne, that's 'man-juice,'" Sally announced quietly. Jo Anne looked at her with terror, eyes wide and lips parted. "Don't worry, I'm not saying anything to anybody, but that's cum on your dress. Cum from Drew Kingman I believe. That's hot, very brave of you, if not very smart." "Please Sally, don't tell anyone." "I won't say a word, don't worry about that, I just want you to tell me about it. You're my hero girl," she said laughing. Jo Anne smiled, obviously relieved. "Do you think anyone else guessed what it is?" "Well, I'm sure a few dirty minds out there may speculate but no one else would know, would they?" "No, I guess not." "So what did you do, jerk him off in your car?" "Yes, I just gave him a hand job. I don't know why I had him cum on me like this, I just wanted it. I wanted it on me, is that weird?" "Ooo, no, not weird, I think it's hot! Well, maybe it's a little weird but he's a babe alright. Has this been going on long between you?" "No, no, this was the only time." "Mmm, well your secret is safe with me Jo Anne, really." "Thanks Sally." "But next time, I'd recommend that you do something else with that boy's load rather then milk him onto your clothes, that is, if you can't find a place to fuck him." She smiled at Jo Anne. "Oh Sally, I want to fuck him alright but I didn't know what else to do there, in the car, you know." "Oh Jo Anne, you need help, Jesus. You could fuck him in the back seat for one thing, or you could suck that boy off, you know, swallow it." "I couldn't swallow cum Sally." "Sure you could. Lots of these little high school girls do it all the time." "I've never sucked a man's dick. Never." "Really? Never sucked dick? You're kidding?" "No, I'm serious; I've lived a sheltered life I guess." "Mmm, well, try it, you may like it." She smiled warmly at Jo Anne and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. Sally was an attractive woman, also in her late thirties, with long straight blond hair that came down to the middle of her back. She was a big woman, even taller than Jo Anne, with broad shoulders and huge pendulous breasts that were often the subject of discussion by the boys at school. Sally dressed in mismatched, ill-fitting clothes and usually seemed a bit disheveled. She had an easy, friendly manner that, when combined with her appearance, radiated an earthy sensuality. Jo Anne had been put off by her sloppy appearance at first but she had been gradually won over by Sally's casual charm. Jo Anne worked the rest of the day with the cum splotch drying on her dress preoccupied with why she took such pleasure in wearing Drew's cum and wondering if she could overcome her reluctance to suck his dick. The next day as her students struggled with the poetry of Blake Jo Anne let her thoughts run to Sally's advice to learn to suck Drew's dick. It would be a lot neater than having him shoot his load all over her clothes but she had always equated giving blowjobs with being a slut and Jo Anne was not a slut. After marrying Kevin there had never been enough intensity in their sex play for her to push her limits. She had heard that many of her female students were well practiced at sucking dick, Cassie for instance, and it made her feel unsophisticated and naïve to never have done it. She was thirty-eight and an oral virgin. This concern about being slutty was inhibiting her, she thought, interfering with her personal satisfaction. As she was leaving school the cheerleading squad was also making its way out. On a whim she sidled up to Cassie. "Hi Cassie, how are you?" Cassie cast a wary eye over her shoulder at Jo Anne, "I'm fine Mrs. Baker." "Can I ask you something Cassie?" The girl stopped and turned towards Jo Anne. "Sure, what is it?" "Well, a number of the teachers are concerned that, uh, that the girls here are being, uh, taken advantage of by some of the boys." Cassie gave her a quizzical look. "I don't understand." "Well, there's a belief that oral sex has become popular among the students and that girls have been lead into thinking that it's alright because it's not really sex or something." Cassie giggled. "Mrs. Baker! Are you really asking me about this? What do you want to know?" "Well, is it true, are the students really into, uh, oral sex?" Cassie shook her blond curls and looked at Jo Anne. "Well, I enjoy it and the boys I do it with seem to like it," she said with a straight face. "Some of the other girls like it as well, but I won't tell you who." "Do you really enjoy it Cassie?" Jo Anne asked in a quiet and intimate tone. "It's cool Mrs. Baker, it's convenient and fun, and, like I said, I like to do it. I guess it's a nasty thing, a slutty thing, but I don't worry about that." She shrugged and tossed her head and walked away. She turned after a few steps and looked back at Jo Anne, "You're not going to make an issue of this are you? You're not going to tell my parents or anything are you?" "No Cassie. I just wanted to know." "Well, now you know I guess." Jo Anne hoped that she wasn't too obvious with Cassie but it inspired her to know the truth -- that Cassie and her friends really were active cocksuckers and seemed pleased with it. She imagined Cassie sucking off her tall black boyfriend and found the mental image exciting. She wanted to be in that picture as well. On Friday of that same week Jo Anne conspired with Drew for another session in her car after school. They met at a pre-arranged corner a few blocks from school and she drove him out into the countryside again and parked under a shady tree. Jo Anne slid off her seat and crouched on the floorboard and lovingly unzipped him and pulled his dick out of his pants and began jacking him off. Drew put one hand on her head and ran his fingers through her hair as she worked on his dick. His cock quickly blossomed into an intense and inviting throbber. He slipped his hand around the back of her head, letting his fingers entangle her luxuriant hair, and pressed her head gently down towards his cock. "Suck it baby, suck it Mrs. Baker," he said, "okay?" "Well, I'll try Drew, but I've never done that." "Never sucked cock?" he asked in wonderment. "No, I've lived a sheltered life but it looks like it should be sucked, so red and pumped up." She giggled and let him bring her head to his dick. Jo Anne carefully placed her lips on the head of Drew's cock and smeared a bit of her saliva on it with her plump red lips. It pleased her to see a smudge of her lipstick on his dick. She pushed her lips over the head down past the rim and onto the shaft. The thickness of his cock forced her to open her mouth wide to take him in but she was surprised by the pleasure she felt in receiving his dick in her mouth. The intimacy of having his warm cock between her lips and feeling its weight and smooth texture on her tongue was thrilling and seemed to fulfill a primal oral craving. She lolled her tongue against the head of his cock bathing it in her spit. After a moment she felt and tasted a small ooze of salty semen that had already seeped out. This alarmed her as she thought he may be getting ready to cum in her mouth so she pulled her head off his dick and looked at him. "I, I can't take your cum Drew, in my mouth. I just don't do that. I'll get you off with my hand though." "You might like it Mrs. B." "Really? You think I would like it? It just seems so nasty to me and I've never been nasty, until now, with you Drew." She looked imploringly at him, and then continued, "I just can't, not yet. Maybe, um, maybe later." "You don't mind me cumming on you though, right?" "Yeah, for some reason that's acceptable to my sense of virtue." She laughed good-naturedly at herself and the music of her laughter and the sensual shimmy of her full breasts as she laughed utterly charmed Drew. Suddenly Mrs. Baker, the stern English teacher, seemed very much a nervous inexperienced girl, much like the high school girls he dated, struggling with how to deal with sex. Drew knew he shouldn't rush it. "It's okay Mrs. Baker, don't feel you have to swallow my jizz if you're, uh, not ready to yet. Um, could you let me cum on your tits then, Mrs. Baker. Okay?" "On my blouse?" "No, no, take your blouse off and let me cum on your tits." "Oh, ooo, okay, okay baby." Smiling broadly and feeling a sinful shiver, and grateful that he had let her off the hook on swallowing his semen, Jo Anne unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt and then removed it altogether. Next, she slipped her bra off revealing her lovely round, pale breasts. Still crouching on the floorboard and feeling very exposed without her shirt on in front of Drew, she leaned back to let Drew get a good look, cupping her hands underneath her tits to display them and rubbing her index fingers across her dark pink nipples. Showing off her tits like this made her feel especially wanton and whorish. It excited a noticeable buzzing in her clit. "Ooo, mmm, nice, nice tits," he said, "so pretty, so sweet. I want to put my dick in between them." Jo Anne chuckled lightly at that and took Drew's hard, throbbing cock in her hand and pressed her chest between his legs positioning his cock at her tits. With both hands she mashed her ample breasts around his swollen dick and squeezed them together so as to engulf his dick in her breasts. Looking at Drew's eyes to ensure his approval, Jo Anne began to push her tits up and down so as to stimulate his cock. She heard him suck in his breath audibly as she did this and she smiled broadly at him again. "Is it good Drew?' "Oh yes, yes it is." Jo Anne continued to jack him off with her tits, luxuriating in the nastiness of the act and the unfamiliar feel of a hard warm cock between her breasts. She could smell the earthy odor of his crotch. Drew's excitement was evident in the pulsations she could detect in her sensitive breasts. He hunched his hips repeatedly upward to push his dick towards her lovely throat. Small secretions of semen oozed from the head of his dick and slid down the shaft lubricating her tits and allowing the tit-fucking to proceed more vigorously. Jo Anne's tits now glided effortlessly up and down his rigid cock and with this reduced friction Jo Anne increased the speed of her stimulation and began audibly panting in sympathy to Drew's building excitement. "Cum for me baby," she whispered loudly, "cum on me, baby." "Oh Mrs. Baker I'm cumming," Drew cried out and arched his back pushing his pelvis hard into Jo Anne's chest and a great surge of sperm leapt from his dick onto Jo Anne's chest, just below her throat. Jo Anne quickly released her tits and grabbed Drew's cock in one hand and held it to her breast as she squeezed another spurt of cum onto the top of her left titty. Next she slowly milked the remainder of his jizz onto her right breast, stroking and squeezing his cock until he was dry. Jo Anne leaned back to give Drew a good view of her chest, decorated with his semen. The first gob he had shot on her was sliding slowly down her chest between her titties leaving a shiny trail; a solid band of sperm decorated the top side of her left breast; while three or four smaller globs jiggled on the top of her right titty. She cupped her hands under each breast and held them out for him to admire. "Nice, I love to see my cum on you Mrs. Baker." "I love it too, Drew. I like being the thing you cum on." "You're more than just a thing for me to cum on Mrs. Baker." "Well, yes, thanks for that Drew, but I like receiving your sperm -- it's so much fun somehow. I swear I'd wear it like jewelry if I wouldn't get in trouble." Drew laughed at this, but Jo Anne was serious. "I've never known a girl who liked to wear cum," he said. "I think it's sexy." He smiled at her. "I can't say I understand the appeal it has for me, to have your sperm on my clothing or on my body, but it does thrill me somehow. I want you to use me for your satisfaction; and, I want some evidence of that, I guess. Like I said, if I could, I'd wear a poster board letting everyone know that you had cum on me. I swear I would. I'd love that." She looked out the window and sighed. She inhaled deeply and let her breath out slowly, relaxing from the intensity of the titty-fuck. Drew regarded her with awe. At that moment, with the late afternoon sun filtering through the car windows, his gooey sperm highlighted against her glorious, full, upturned breasts, her red lips parted slightly and her lush lashes shielding her downcast eyes, she appeared to him as a mythic goddess of sensual pleasure -- an embodiment of willing femininity. Jo Anne picked up her bra and with Drew watching intently, his pants still pulled down to his knees, she placed one breast in the cup of the bra carefully ensuring that his cum remained on it. Then she slowly placed the bra over her other breast and then she grasped both breasts on the outside of her bra and pressed the bra against her tits. Holding the bra with one hand she skillfully clasped the hook in back and then looked at Drew. "This way I can wear your cum and no one will know." They exchanged warm smiles. Jo Anne pulled her blouse back on as Drew pulled his pants up. A bit of wetness showed through her blouse at several places around her breasts but Jo Anne pretended not to notice and Drew thought it best not to make a point of it. As she drove back into town Jo Anne asked, "Drew, tomorrow, can we go to a motel together? I want to really make love to you, I want to fuck you." Jo Anne blushed at the word 'fuck' in spite of herself. "Yeah, I could get away for several hours tomorrow, Mrs. Baker. Could you meet me somewhere at noon?'' "Just tell me where baby. I'll drive us down to a motel near Tuscaloosa. It won't take long to get there and I think we'll be safe there." "That sounds great. I've wanted to really fuck you ever since I can remember. I'll just be here on the corner then right at noon." "Really Drew? You've wanted to fuck me for some time?" "All the guys want to fuck you Mrs. B. We all think you're hot." "Oh my. You're making me blush now. I'll see you then tomorrow." She dropped Drew off up the street from his house and drove home pleased to think that Drew had desired her for some time. On entering her house Jo Anne had the strangest feeling that she wasn't suppose to be there. It no longer felt like home to her. When Kevin greeted her she felt an instinctive repulsion of him. She realized that she was Drew's girl now. The fact that their relationship was only a series of furtive encounters and that he was twenty years younger didn't negate the fact that they cared for each other. She felt like a lusty teenager having her first serious affair. She was suddenly panicky, unsure of herself like she had never been before. It was as if she had been in a hypnotic state for the last twenty years from which the slap of Drew's warm sperm on her breasts had awakened her. As she stood immobile in her kitchen she felt that the hedonistic joy of sex with Drew had placed her under a microscope, that God was examining her to find out what was happening with this suddenly over-active speck of his creation. Would she be condemned as a faithless slattern that had debauched a young man and betrayed her family or would He recognize her actions as a reaching out to life, an embrace of the marvels He had set before her and therefore not unworthy of Grace? She touched her right breast and felt the wetness of Drew's cum still on her. The feeling of creaminess on her breasts reminded her of the pleasure of being with Drew and this relaxed her. Gradually, she recaptured her composure and with it her determination to fulfill her destiny unflinchingly returned. She would not be deterred by cowardice. She looked up from her reverie. Kevin was looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Are you alright Jo Anne? I'm hungry." She felt a piercing disgust with this oafish man who demanded her attention. 'What real claim did he have on her affections? Why had he never taught her to suck dick? Why had he never instilled in her the raging lust she felt for Drew?' She resented his timid approach to sex and regretted that she had been under this spell of convention for so long. "I'm fine. What do you want for dinner, Kevin?" she asked as she primly took her place in the kitchen her jaw set firmly in mute, but raging defiance. "Cook that chicken that you bought yesterday," replied Kevin. He vaguely wondered what those wet splotches were on Jo Anne's blouse. Chapter 3 Could be spoonful of diamonds Could be spoonful of gold But i want a spoon of your precious love To satisfy my soul From "Spoonful" By Willie Dickson On Saturday Jo Anne picked up Drew at the appointed time and place and drove him to a motel forty miles away near Tuscaloosa. They chatted about the school play for a while and his leading role. They chatted about the titty-fucking the day before. Drew babbled on about how lovely her titties were but he was concerned about the wetness on her blouse. "Kevin never noticed," Jo Anne assured him, "I don't really care if he did. I loved having your sperm on me like that Drew." Jo Anne turned into the motel. "Stay in the car while I get a room," she said. Drew admired her cute round ass in her tight jeans as she walked away from the car. When she came back to him she merely smiled and handed him the key and then drove over next to the assigned room. They got out together and let themselves in to the room. It was a no-frills budget motel, but it was clean. Jo Anne turned off the light and opened the curtains a bit to let some of the bright sunlight in. "How's that?" Drew nodded and bounced his shoulders. Jo Anne laughed at his boyish awkwardness and embraced him in a long kiss, pressing her body hard against him. She could feel his extreme excitement in the throbbing tenseness of his body. It delighted her to feel this young stud in her arms. She too was trembling with anticipation at the unbridled sex that now possible between them. She wanted to squeal with glee but fought back such girlish mannerisms and tried to maintain a degree of composure. She took his hand and pulled him to the bed; still holding on to his hand when she sat down on the edge of the mattress. She placed his hand on her breast and looked up at him. Drew sat beside her and they began kissing again, and then slumped sideways on the bed. Jo Anne rolled on her back and Drew mounted on top of her, both still fully clothed. Keeping his weight off her with his elbows against the bed on each side of her he kissed her and rubbed his stiff cock against her. Jo Anne arched her back and brought her face up to his reaching for his kiss. She slid one hand down his back until it rested on his butt. Then pulling him closer to her she hunched hard against his pelvis as he collapsed on to her smothering her mouth with his. Both of them now enflamed with lust they sat up and began frantically taking their clothes off. Jo Anne was quicker and soon stood before him nude. She leaned forward and took his pant legs in her hands and began pulling his pants off. "Hurry up Drew, you need to be naked!" she laughed. Drew now lay on the bed with only his underwear briefs on, scarcely concealing his long erect cock. Jo Anne mounted him, her knees on each side of his legs, and slipped the fingertips of each hand in the waistband of his briefs. "What's in here?" She pulled his briefs down to his knees revealing his excited cock. "Ooo, yes, that's what I'm looking for," Jo Anne murmured as she took his trembling cock in her hands and lightly jacked him off for a moment as she considered how to proceed. As Drew watched her intently she positioned her mesmerizing crotch over his dick and holding it upright with one hand lowered her pussy on to it. The bulbous head of his dick pressed between the lips of her pussy and Drew could feel a hot wetness engulf the tip of his cock. Jo Anne's pussy was too tight to permit the seamless entry of his large cock and she relaxed her legs to allow more of her weight to push her down on his cock. "Oh, oh, oh" she uttered, feeling the discomfort of his broad stiff dick pushing her cervix apart. Slowly she settled on his cock, wrapping it in her dripping warm pussy, while she gasped at the displacement it required in her. Finally, having received his entire length she leaned forward and rested her palms on the mattress on either side of his shoulders, her eyes closed as she let the pain of entry dissipate. Dreams of the Wild Soon, with Drew's undulating pelvis causing the shaft of his cock to rub deliciously against her clit, Jo Anne felt the pleasure of the act overtake her discomfort. The hot, moist, suction of her tight pussy combined with his excitement in the glory of her lovely body, soon had Drew near to orgasm. As Jo Anne began to ride up and down his massive cock letting her tight quim slip up and down his wide shaft, lightly moaning in her own building pleasure, Drew couldn't contain himself. He grabbed her waist with both hands and bucked hard upwards against her several times as he roared in furious orgasm. The strength of his body shook Jo Anne and she pumped hard against him to encourage his explosion and milk his spurting member of its load. He relaxed and sighed. She felt the fantastic hardness of his cock begin to ebb. "I'm sorry Mrs. Baker I just couldn't hold back. I had to cum." She smiled down at him. "You're just too hot." She laughed at that and let herself slip off of his cock and snuggled beside him. While she had not achieved orgasm at least this initial fuck had burned enough energy to relax her. Drew also now seemed relaxed and no longer overanxious. After a few moments Jo Anne leaned over his chest and licked his left nipple and then pushed her head further over to kiss his right one. With her right hand she lightly grasped his flaccid, sticky cock and began slowly stroking it. She used her tongue to trace down the center of his chest worming her body lower on the bed so she could caress his muscular stomach. She kissed his belly-button as his dick stiffened. She lightly rubbed the head of his cock against her cheek as she bestowed kisses around his abdomen. Turning her head towards his cock she focused her gaze upon the rapidly inflating member. She lifted her head off his stomach while at the same time bringing his cock towards her mouth and slipped her lips over the head and down the mighty shaft a couple of inches. She slowly drew her lips back to the head slathering her saliva on to his dick with her tongue. Raising herself up she positioned her head directly over his dick and now leisurely began to push her mouth down the marvelous expanse of his cock. She consciously pressed her bright red lips hard against the shaft of his dick as she slid them, very slowly, down on him. She could feel his potent member filling her mouth, pressing against her tongue and palate at the same time. Gathering her determination and inhaling through her nose deeply she pressed further letting the head of his cock push against the back of her throat. She could feel Drew's hands on top of her head playing with her hair and gently but urgently seeking to persuade her to continue with the warm, wet envelopment of his dick. She paused again gathering herself and then began applying as much suction as she could muster to his dick. Drew groaned with pleasure and pressed her head down with his hands while, at the same time, hunching against her mouth. The head of his cock slipped past the back of her mouth into her throat triggering a deep croak as she gagged hard on the turgid length of dick in her throat, "Aaawwk." She backed off and released his cock from her mouth and sat up placing her hand on her throat. "Gosh, oh, you're so big baby. I can't take it that deep. Not yet anyway." "I think you can get there Mrs. Baker -- it takes practice." She laughed. He smiled. "I think you should try again." "OK, well, I'll try." She lowered her head again onto his eager cock and he gripped her lightly in his hands. As her lips slid down the length of his cock Drew inhaled sharply in exquisite pleasure. She didn't stop until the head of his cock was at the back of her mouth. Then, with resolve, she pressed further down letting the head enter her throat and agitate her gag reflex. "Uuuugh, ugh," she croaked but resisted pulling back leaving his throbbing member deep in her throat. Her gags receded and she pressed to close the final space between her nose and Drew's abdomen. In his raging excitement he sharply hunched against her mouth driving his swollen cock even deeper in her throat which combined with his frenzied clutching of her head against his crotch elicited pure terror in Jo Anne. She felt she was choking and in wild panic began vocalizing her fear and trying to pull her head off his dick. Her cries were garbled by the huge cock in her mouth until Drew lifted his hands allowing her to raise herself up gasping, flushed, and bewildered. "Aww, aww, oh, oh God!" she cried as she tried to sooth herself by stroking her throat with her hands. "I thought I was going to choke Drew. I couldn't breathe." After a moment she regained her composure and turned her attentions again to Drew's massive penis. She began inhaling his dick, stretching her lips so as to encompass its whole girth. With a groan of satisfied pleasure she pressed her mouth down his cock letting the head pass into her throat. She was relaxed and inspired by lust now and did not panic as she choked momentarily on his thick shaft as it slid deep into her throat. When she pulled back, she did so slowly applying deep suction that she visualized was fixated a wad of cum deep in his balls, like a tractor beam pulling a space ship into the maw of a black hole. Only when she felt the rim of the head touch against the back of her teeth did she open her mouth, release his cock momentarily and breathe deeply. Quickly she resumed forcing her mouth fully down his magnificent manhood while pressing her lips hard against the shaft. She sucked as hard as she was able, imaging the wad now beginning its journey in response to her needy sucking. Her imagination was encouraged by Drew's low moan of pleasure and slow powerful hunch against her mouth. Clearly the magma within his loins was beginning to rise. She felt both of his hands lightly cupping the back of her head and fingering her hair. She redoubled her efforts by increasing the speed of her thrusts down his cock while slathering the length of the shaft with her saliva. Each time the cock filled the back of her mouth she grunted a small squeal of delight. Jo Anne for the first time had the delicious sensation of being fucked in the mouth. Drew shuddered hard and arched his back so that his cock pierced deeply into her throat which, to Jo Anne's delight, she found she could handle. As Drew dropped back down his dick slid back against her pressed lips and she felt a spurt gush hotly against the roof of her mouth. She squeezed her lips hard again and felt a drooling last spasm of cum flow onto her tongue. She sat up, holding the cum in her mouth, and gazed at him. The semen seemed to numb her tongue and she couldn't identify its taste with anything else. She swallowed and then retched lightly and looked down covering her mouth. Nothing came out. She looked at Drew, "I swallowed it baby, I did." "Yes, thanks Mrs. Baker. I knew you could." They rested and chatted easily for a while, about school, about the play, about people they knew, Drew looking at her with his head resting on his palm and his elbow against the mattress, Jo Anne lay prone on her back. She could feel his semen in her tummy as a certain queasiness and she could taste a residue of it in her mouth. An odd feeling of satisfaction welled up in her, as if she had accomplished something by sucking off Drew. She giggled at the thought. "What?" he asked. "I'm just so happy with you Drew," she beamed, "Really." He was dazzled by her girlish charm and womanly beauty. She sat up and smiled at him, her bright eyes igniting anew the lust in him. He leaned forward and kissed Jo Anne and gently pushed her shoulders down towards the bed. Jo Anne reclined and spread her legs as Drew positioned himself between them. He reached down to her warm quim and began fingering it, first with one then two fingers. She was wet, dilated and ready. As he mounted her she gripped his cock with one hand and directed it to her pussy. Drew placed each hand on Jo Anne's shoulders and pulled her onto his dick as hard and fast as he could, punctuating the entry by popping his pelvis hard against her. Jo Anne yelled, "Awwwww," in surprise and discomfort from the tremendous stroke but wrapped her long legs around his backside and pushed down on his butt to increase the pressure on her pussy. Drew launched into a vigorous pumping raising his butt up to partially withdraw his cock and then slamming it into her as deeply and as forcefully as possible. Jo Anne had never had such a pussy-pounding fuck in her life. She held on to Drew like a cowboy trying to ride a wild stallion. His thick meaty cock slid and rubbed against her clit deliciously as she built towards an explosive orgasm. She could hear herself squeaking with each stroke of his huge slab of dick but she wasn't conscious of making the sounds. Drew was energetically pumping away and making low grunts as well. To increase his leverage against her he would raise his head and chest up to force his pelvis even harder into her. Gradually he was forcing her into the headboard and Jo Anne awkwardly sought to brace herself against it by putting her arms over her head. Suddenly, she screamed and shook and whinnied almost like a horse and dug her long nails viciously into Drew's back, drawing blood. She squeezed him hard with her legs and popped her hips up against him several times as her orgasm played itself out. Drew shouted as he came in her and rammed his dick deeply one last time. They fell still, tightly clutched together. Jo Anne was struck by the complete absence of thought, only their two bodies seemed to matter. Only the presence of his long dick, quiet now but still rammed as deep in her as possible, seemed to have any significance. He started to move, to roll off her, but she stayed him. "Please, don't Drew, stay in me." He lay quietly on top of her marveling at the beauty he had been privileged to ravish. She was far and away the loveliest woman he had ever been intimate with. He knew this would be a memory that he would cherish. A piece of ass like Mrs. Baker didn't come along often for any man. Jo Anne was so pleased with her performance with Drew that afternoon it was hard to contain her enthusiasm when she got home. Having fucked and sucked the boy she felt was a noteworthy achievement. This was no longer some weird, tawdry hand job affair; this was a real affair with real lovemaking and real exchange of bodily fluids. She laughed out loud as she made dinner. Kevin looked at her, "What's with you?" "Nothing. Sally was funny at work today." The next day was Sunday and Jo Anne and Kevin went to their Southern Baptist church like always, Jo Anne going early to be in the choir. The preacher, a humorless but literate middle aged man with thinning hair and a paunchy physique, seemed to be speaking directly to her, Jo Anne thought, but she resented message. He spoke of how sin, specifically sins of the flesh, separated one from God, that is, how sinning interfered with communion with the God. This seemed flatly wrong to Jo Anne. Her own recent carnal adventures had infused her with a powerful feeling of being in touch with a universal life force, what was that if not God? Who was this man to tell her that her emotions were wicked and that her perceptions were invalid? Fucking Drew had been the holiest thing she had done in years. The joy that sprang from it meant it must be a good thing. She was burning with emotion as she left the service and slipped by the pastor rather than pausing to shake his hand. She was an alien in this place and the hot flush on her cheek wasn't shame but anger. Jo Anne would never attend another church service. After church, Jo Anne and Kevin drove over to their daughter's house to have Sunday dinner with Ashley and her husband Niall. Jo Anne stared silently out the car window as they drove lost in her existential thoughts. Kevin tried to start a conversation about the sermon, "I couldn't follow what the preacher was getting at today. Could you Jo Anne?" Jo Anne glared at Kevin with contempt. "Yes, I understood him. I don't think that son-of-a-bitch has anything to tell me." Kevin was stunned by the vehemence of Jo Anne's response and her use of profanity. "I thought you liked this church?" "I've tried to fit in there, but ...." Jo Anne didn't finish the sentence and turned again to ruminate while staring out the window. Kevin remained silent. She needed to talk to someone about this but Kevin wasn't the right person. She closed her eyes and let the anger at the preacher dissipate. By the time they got to Ashley's she was in her usual good humor. Jo Anne didn't much care for Niall. He was prematurely balding, wore large glasses, and was bookish to the point of being nerdy. Her daughter was young, radiant, and glorious with bountiful wavy blond hair, a very cute figure with large breasts, and a cheerful, generous personality. Niall was five years older than Ashley and acted more like her father than her husband and lover. Jo Anne cringed to think of Ashley giving her body to him. Today, everything Niall said and did only irritated Jo Anne. As she thoughtfully munched the over-done pork chop that her daughter served her Jo Anne determined to change Ashley's life. Jo Anne was in the process of changing her own life and she would see that Ashley dumped this loser and found happiness as well. Suddenly, as if she had been slapped, Jo Anne stopped chewing and looked wide-eyed at Ashley for a long moment. Gears in Jo Anne's head whirled as Ashley quizzically returned her stare. "What is it mother?" "The play, er, the high school play I've been working on is this week. Drew, uh, Drew Kingman is playing the lead in Macbeth this week, won't you and Niall come to see it?' "Uh, sure mom, we'll come see it if you would like." She smiled tolerantly at Jo Anne. Jo Anne's mind reeled with the thought of pairing her young lover with her bounteous daughter. The mental picture of them together just clicked -- it seemed a natural, except for the fact that Ashley was married and Drew was involved in an affair with Ashley's mother. A warm glow came over Jo Anne as she continued to ponder such an arrangement. Could she sacrifice her happiness with Drew (which couldn't go on much longer in any case, she knew) for the benefit of Ashley? Drew could satisfy Ashley's God-given desires and fulfill her. Niall had to go, that would be a mere formality. As she considered the notion, Jo Anne realized that she wasn't ready to let go of Drew yet -- they had unfinished business, but she could see that soon, it would be best for all if she would move on. She shuddered with pleasure as she thought about what she wanted to achieve in terms of lovemaking with Drew. She wanted to become completely comfortable with sucking him off and they weren't quite there yet. That this was important to her amused Jo Anne. She recognized that she had become a different person, a woman for whom sexual satisfaction had become paramount. She avoided labeling herself with any of the common terms for such women but she knew that her prudishness was a thing of the past. The play had two performances - the first on Thursday and then on Friday night. On Thursday the performance was a little ragged but Drew pulled off his lines well and Jo Anne was pleased with the overall effort. As the play ended she asked Drew to meet behind the gym in ten minutes, he nodded in agreement. She was there before Drew and called to him in the dark. "Over here Drew. Come to me lover." They embraced and kissed deeply as Drew ground his cock against her and Jo Anne reciprocated by hunching against his prominent erection. "Lean back against the wall baby," she instructed him. Drew let his back rest against the brick wall at the back of the gym. The lovely form in front of him knelt to the ground and looked up at him. She had her palms each placed on the sides of his pelvis. Jo Anne smiled at him, "You were wonderful out there tonight Drew. There were a couple of rough spots but you were great baby, you really took over the part." "Thanks Mrs. Baker, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Once I got started I wasn't nervous." "Mmmm, yes, so now I would like to reward you, okay?" "Ooo, sounds great, Mrs. Baker. I'm ready for a reward." He smiled at her with a gleam in his eye. She laughed. "I want to swallow your load Drew," she said huskily. The absence of a sense of shame as she said those words struck Jo Anne as remarkable. "I've got one for you, Mrs. B." Jo Anne began to rub his cock from the outside of his pants. She could feel the asphalt paving grinding her knees as she squirmed about, shredding the pantyhose she wore. She undid his belt and pants and slipped them down his legs. She gripped his underwear and pulled that down as well, leaving him bare from the waist to his ankles. Rising up on her knees she reached and unbuttoned the bottom three buttons on his shirt and spread it wide revealing the full glory of his hard flat abdomen and the mighty dick sticking out from it. She cradled his cock lovingly in her hands and kissed it repeatedly. Drew's erection blossomed into a magnificent hard-on that demanded to be sucked. It was if a magnetic force pulled her head onto his eager throbbing cock. She sucked enthusiastically, lustfully, madly. The joy of having his dick in her mouth was palpable to her. She had the sensation of sucking at the fount of life as she pulled her cheeks in to increase the suction on his dick. Drew now had handfuls of her hair in each fist and was hunching against her lovely lips as she sucked down on him deeply. Pulling back quickly she momentarily broke his grasp to gulp air and then gladly surrendered herself to it again. Drew was hammering at her head as if fucking her. Jo Anne squealed in rhythmic bursts of lustful satisfaction. Drew groaned loudly and held her head tight against his abdomen as his hot cum filled her mouth. He released her and Jo Anne tilted back her head and opened her mouth wide to show the creamy glob of his goo that filled it. Drew smiled appreciatively. Jo Anne closed her mouth and then placing her lovely right hand along her throat, she gulped hard, acutely aware of the tactile feel of the large glob of warm semen as it oozed down her throat. She felt a profound sense of unity with Drew as the cum settled in her tummy, as if it carried his spirit. Closing her eyes for a long moment she fought back any gagging reaction and then looking at Drew said, "Thank you baby. That was wonderful." "Thank you Mrs. Baker. That was the best blowjob I've ever had." Better than Cassie Fuller?" Drew laughed. "Don't go there, please." "I'm joking, you're an attractive young guy and I know you probably have lots of girls." "Not many, but, a few." He smiled sheepishly. She stood and inspected her knees. While reddened, the skin on her knees wasn't broken but there were large gaping holes in the pantyhose at each knee. "I'll have to trash these before I get home." "You'll be alright Mrs. Baker?' "Yes. Goodnight Drew. See you tomorrow." They exchanged a quick kiss and he rambled to his car and drove off as she watched him. When he was out of sight she pulled her ragged pantyhose off and threw it in the dumpster. The affair with Drew had changed her, she felt this deep in her psyche. The mild distress she felt in her stomach from swallowing his large wad signified to Jo Anne that she had entered a darker, richer, wilder place than she had trod before and that there was no return. It was as if she had slipped into a different dimension of existence where animal passions dictated the logic of things. Perhaps she would pass Drew along to Ashley and relinquish his sweet attentions but her mission, her quest for sexual fulfillment, would have to continue. It was her destiny, it was her birthright. Dreams of the Wild Chapter 4 Riders on the storm Into this house were born Into this world were thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm From "Riders on the Storm" by The Doors The next evening the play went off splendidly. Jo Anne came up to Drew backstage as the audience kept clapping. "You were wonderful Drew. I think you have real talent." She grinned girlishly at him. He beamed back, clearly exhilarated by the performance. Jo Anne felt a real weakness in her knees and a great desire to go down on him again, right there. But, there were people everywhere, including Drew's mother. Jo Anne withdrew; there would be no blow job tonight she thought to herself wistfully. On Saturday Jo Anne and Sally went shopping in Tuscaloosa. On the way into town Jo Anne pointed out to Sally the motel where she had fucked Drew. "They ought to make it a shrine," she said sarcastically. "When are you going to see him again?" "Tomorrow. I'm skipping church and meeting Drew instead. " "Well, as long as you have your priorities in order," she said laughing. "At the no-tell motel?" she asked indicating the just passed motel with her head. "No, he doesn't have the time for that. Probably just a blow job in my car." "That's so slutty Jo Anne; I can't believe you are doing that. I mean, I'm not criticizing I'm just shocked. You always seemed like the least likely woman to, to suck off boys in your car. Wow! And I mean 'boys' -- Drew, eighteen, beautiful, but eighteen." "You think badly of me. You think it's wrong but, Sally, somehow I know it's not. It's called 'living,' and it's not what's expected of me but I'm not willing to be what I'm expected to be anymore. I need him; I don't want to be middle aged and never to have experienced passion like this. If I thought I was doing him any harm I would stop but he knows this is just a fling. I think having an older woman make love to him will be good for him. I just don't think I'm hurting anyone." "No, no, no. I am shocked but I admire you and, and I hope to, you know, see how you manage it." Sally laughed. "God, I could use some strange sex. People always think I'm a slut just because I have big tits and blond hair, but I can't hold a candle to you Jo Anne, and I don't mean any of that in a bad way. I mean it is pretty slutty isn't it -- what you've been doing?" "Yes. I know it is. I want to be slutty, I guess. For the first time in my life." "Yes, I understand and I hope you enjoy it." Sally said laughing loudly. After shopping they stopped by Susan and Paul's home. Susan and Paul were both immediately transfixed by Sally's luxuriant bosom, blond hair, and relaxed manner. As they ate lunch Jo Anne couldn't help but notice Susan lavishing Sally with attention and competing with Paul for her smile or reply. Paul occasionally smiled and even winked at Jo Anne, but he was almost giddy in his enthusiasm for Sally. On her way back from the bathroom Paul stopped Jo Anne and leaned his pelvis against her. "Your friend is very attractive." "Yes, I can tell you're excited. I think Susan likes her too." "Yeah, I noticed that," he said looking back at the two of them, Susan leaning close to Sally and rubbing her fingertips across her arm. The next morning Jo Anne gently discouraged Kevin from going to church and left on her own at the usual time. But she didn't go to church; instead she drove out to the wide spot in a country road and waited for Drew. It wasn't long before he appeared and got into her car. They fell into a tight embrace, kissing each other with intensity. Jo Anne unconsciously began squeezing his stiff cock through his pants with her thumb and fingers. "You feel good Drew," she said quietly. "I brought a blanket for us to lie on, shall we?' "Yeah, okay, it'll be less crowded outside." "Yeah, that way I can do more than just suck you off, huh?" Drew laughed. They got out of the car, Jo Anne brought along the blanket. Drew walked ahead scouting for a level spot. "Here. This'll do, won't it?" "Perfectly, yes, a good place to fuck I think." Jo Anne spread the blanket out on the ground by unfurling it in a single motion. Drew dropped to his knees on the blanket as it was still settling down and held his arm out to Jo Anne. She walked over next to him and took his hand in hers. She dropped to her knees and embraced Drew in a long deep kiss. Drew bent towards her and gently laid her down on her back on the blanket. When he raised himself up and began taking off his shirt, Jo Anne rolled over. "Unzip me baby," she cooed. He obeyed and helped pull her dress off over her feet. Jo Anne was giggling as they undressed. Drew stood up on his feet and dropped his trousers to his ankles and then kicked them off so that all he had on were his briefs through which his long excited dick was plainly visible. Jo Anne pulled her bra off and then brought her knees up under her while keeping her head down on her hands. "Fuck me like this Drew," she said. "Doggystyle? Cool." He grabbed her panties by placing the fingertips of both hands in the waistband and worked them down her pelvis and then off her legs. Her naked body seemed like a dream to him. Seeing her totally nude, on her knees, her head down on her arms with her dark hair flowing out in front of her on the blanket and presenting her pussy to him in the bright sunlight of a May morning was magical. Her pale smooth skin, firm figure, and sparkling eyes promised a degree of pleasure of which he suddenly felt very unworthy. "God, you're beautiful," he said with complete sincerity as he knelt behind her and placed a hand on each side of her buttocks. He leaned forward enough so that the head of his dick contacted the outer lips of her dripping pussy. Feeling himself correctly positioned he grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her onto his dick while he swayed his pelvis towards her. His swollen cock slid smoothly into her molten pussy and she gasped lightly in satisfied pleasure to feel his manhood fill her void. He slid each hand up to her shoulders which he grasped firmly and began pumping her with his hips to slam his cock repeatedly, and deeply, into her warm pussy. Jo Anne groaned gratefully with each thrust of his dick. Such expressed gratitude inflamed Drew to pump her harder and deeper so that her groans became mixed with slight expressions of pain at the force of his assaults. He drank in the sensuous sounds that this deep fucking elicited from her and observed with stupefied joy the convulsions in her body as he rammed his pelvis against her ass as hard as he could. When he began to cum he jerked her shoulders back towards him as he thrust in her savagely. Harder and harder he jerked her each time he pulled himself against her. A wavering cry began to arise from Jo Anne and he could tell she had her eyes shut tight. Suddenly she shouted louder and then emitted a series of "Ah, ah, ah," while she finished cumming. He fiercely slammed himself into her again and then felt himself dissolve in orgasm as his seed spewed into her. As he shook against her ass Jo Anne reached back and grasped his thighs with her hands to encourage him to stay in her. They flopped over as a single unit on to their sides and lay still. The May sun warmed their bare bodies and the intoxicating beauty of the moment etched its memory in their souls forever. After a long while Jo Anne sat up and patted Drew's bare thigh affectionately. "We need to go, my lovely boy. Our time is over, I'm afraid." Drew sleepily eyed her and then groggily staggered to his feet. Still completely naked he raised his arms high over his head and slowly turned around in a complete circle. "Beautiful day isn't it?" "Yes baby it is a beautiful day." They both slowly dressed without speaking, sunk in their own thoughts. Jo Anne would remember this Sunday morning as a true time of communion with nature in the form of Drew's manhood. It seemed sacred to her. She smiled with some regret at the thought that something that would be universally condemned by all her acquaintances in Fayette could seem so important, so necessary, so right to her. That afternoon Kevin and Jo Anne went to Ashley's for Sunday dinner. Niall had never appeared as distasteful to Jo Anne as he did that afternoon. Jo Anne found his continual critical commentary on the monetary value of everything in their lives to be petty and boring. She hated that warm, loving, ditzy Ashley was chained by marriage to this effeminate twerp. She again was compelled to the conclusion that Drew was the answer to the problem. An awareness of the need to end her affair with Drew had been growing with Jo Anne even though the glorious time they had spent together that morning seemed to complete their connection. She loved the boy, truly and deeply, but they couldn't ever be together. Jo Anne knew she needed to move on and she realized she had begun preparing herself to break it off with Drew. Her conviction to also break it off with Kevin somehow made the idea of ending the affair with Drew more acceptable. She would never return to being Kevin's faithful wife and she wanted her daughter to break free of her dismal match. She would terminate the relationship with Drew and he would be made to understand that there could never again be sex between them once he undertook to be with Ashley. "But how could he resist Ashley?" she mused to herself. "She's gorgeous and loves pleasing men and may be ready to take a look around." Ashley seemed to Jo Anne to be bored by life with Niall. Jo Anne sensed that her daughter may respond to a well-timed opportunity to cheat with the right young man. On Wednesday Jo Anne met Drew after school and they drove in his car back out to their spot in the country. Jo Anne lovingly sucked him off in the front seat of his messy car, now enjoying her ability to swallow, even savor, his sperm. She enjoyed the freshness of his thick, warm and salty cum. She delighted in feeling the slug of his jizz as it slid down her throat when she swallowed. She even took pleasure in the mild upset that a mouthful of Drew's semen produced in her stomach. On Friday night they rendezvoused at the motel near Tuscaloosa. They fucked long and joyously writhing into several positions. She found the doggy style position seemed to suit her with her head lying on the mattress and her ass charmingly elevated in the air. Drew in back of her on his knees gripped her ass cheeks gently in his large hands and rocked her back against him rhythmically so that his long stiff cock slid in and out of her dripping pussy as he pleased. At the end of their warm wonderful evening Jo Anne tenderly, with some tears, explained to Drew that their sexual relationship was over. That she needed to move on and he did as well. That she loved him and always would. Drew didn't argue, it had always seemed to him to be a short term thing. "Thanks Mrs. Baker. Thanks for everything," Drew said with sincerity. They smiled warmly at each other. "I never thought it could last, but it's been great, being with you." She ran her hand down his handsome face. "Drew, I want one favor of you." "Sure Mrs. B, anything." "You know my daughter -- Ashley?" "Yeah, sure, I know Ashley. She's married right?" "Mmm, yes. I want you to break up her marriage." Drew laughed nervously. "I'm serious Drew. She needs a good man, a real man. Her marriage is not working out and I think the two of you could have a great time together. I'm just saying I want you to give it a try -- just see her a few times and maybe you'll enjoy it." "I don't think she'd give me the time of day Mrs. Baker, plus, she's your daughter and we're lovers." "We have been lovers but it is over now Drew and as for her paying attention to you, well, leave that to me. You're coming to the silent auction at the club tomorrow?" "No, I wasn't." "Be there and I'll arrange for you and Ashley to meet. Just to see if there's interest, ok?" "Ok." "But, understand Drew, as of now there is no more between us -- no kissing, no fucking, no more sucking your luscious cock. Get dressed please." Drew left the motel about 1 am to drive home, bewildered and bemused but excited about the prospect of banging Ashley Baker. Jo Anne had told Kevin she was visiting Susan in Tuscaloosa, so she spent the night at the motel feeling lonely and sad for having broken it off with Drew but clear in her conviction to sabotage her daughter's marriage. On Saturday night at the club party Jo Anne pointed out Drew to Ashley as the "type of guy I had hoped she would marry." Ashley was mildly pissed at her mother's jibe at her husband but she had to agree that Drew was sexy. "Let me introduce you," smiled Jo Anne and she called to Drew and waved him over to where they stood. "Ashley, this is Drew Kingman, he just played Macbeth in the school play and did a great job!" Jo Anne gushed. "Thanks Mrs. Baker, how are you both this evening?" "I'm fine, thanks," said Ashley. Jo Anne spotted Niall across the room beginning to make a move towards them. She decided to intercept him and let Ashley and Drew continue to chat. She strode purposefully up to Niall, "Lovely party isn't it dear." "Yes, is everything alright?" "Of course, get me a gin and tonic Niall, please, over there," she nodded towards the bar in the corner. Niall bumbled off harmlessly into the crowd at the bar. Ashley was laughing at Drew's joke and touching his arm with her hand. She looked adorable in her dark pink dress. It showed her voluptuous figure to nice advantage and was almost daring in the neckline. Ashley's full breasts welled out in luscious cleavage. Her beautiful reddish blond hair cascaded around her face and onto her bare shoulders. With her big brown eyes, cute sculpted nose and perfect red lips she was ravishing. She knew Drew must be interested. "So? He's cute isn't he?" Jo Anne inquired of Ashley after they had separated. "Mmm, yes, very. I like him." "Then go for him Ashley. Now, tonight." "What? Do what, what do you mean?" Jo Anne leaned her mouth close to Ashley's ear as Niall had rejoined them, "Go make that boy your lover Ashley. Take him to the boathouse and... do what feels right. I'll deflect Niall." She gave Ashley a long look. "Really? Mother, you're telling me to go have sex with him?" "Yes. It's your future Ashley, I don't want you to waste your time with Niall. So, go do what needs to be done. Enjoy it, enjoy him, please him." "It'll take a while, how will you keep Niall away from us?" Ashley asked as she excitedly eyed Drew with the prospect of going down on him in the next few minutes. "I'll make him dance with me. Now, I'm going to tell Drew to be down at the boathouse in fifteen minutes, you will meet him there, right?" "Yes, I'll meet him," Ashley giggled. Jo Anne kept her eye on Ashley until she saw her begin to take the walk down to the boathouse. Luck was with them because Niall was embroiled in conversation with Kevin and some other men. After a few minutes Jo Anne carefully slipped away and went down to the boathouse as well. Standing at the open doorway she peered in and saw Ashley and Drew embraced. The top of Ashley's dress was down around her waist and her bra lay on the floor. Drew was mouthing her perfect white tits while Ashley leaned back to give him easy access to her breasts. She cupped his head with one hand and her other rested lightly on Drew's shoulder. They were both breathing heavy and muttering little words of encouragement and delight to each other. "Oh, so nice Ashley." "Ooo, I love to feel your lips touch me Drew." 'So far, so good,' thought Jo Anne to herself. She looked back up the small hill towards the ballroom but could see no one headed this way. The sight of Ashley's lovely soft form embracing Drew's hard masculinity was arousing to her. She wished it was her in Drew's arms, wished it was her that would soon sink wickedly to her knees to suck his excited and demanding cock. She looked into the room again and Ashley had indeed gone to her knees and was undoing Drew's belt. She looked angelic, her eyes searching for Drew's approval. Jo Anne watched as Ashley pulled Drew's pants down to expose his long wonderful cock. She paused briefly and took it in her hand and then, she elegantly inhaled his dick into her luscious mouth, slowly pushing her head towards him as his cock disappeared into her. 'She's done this before,' Jo Anne thought to herself with some amusement. Suddenly a voice was heard at the top of the hill. It was Niall and Kevin talking loudly. Jo Anne quickly strode into action. "Hey guys," she called as she neared them. "There you are," said Kevin stupidly. "Where've you been?" "Out here for a bit, getting some fresh air." "Have you seen Ashley?" asked Niall who was obviously somewhat drunk. "Yes, she's around the front I believe, chatting to some girlfriends," Jo Anne lied, and indicated with her arm that they should follow her. Jo Anne led them away from the boathouse side of the property out to the front lawn where indeed several groups of people were chatting, Ashley not among them. Working quickly she engaged a couple in conversation and brought in Niall and Kevin. In another minute she backed away and slipped off into the shadows without Kevin or Niall noticing. She stepped down the hill and once again peered into the boathouse. Drew had a large shock of Ashley's hair knotted in his right hand with which he was jerking her head back and forth on his long beautiful cock. Ashley emitted a muffled "oohh," with each jerk and when he had her head pressed against his stomach he was bucking his hips towards her to drive his dick even deeper. Ashley would gag as he did this, "gaack, awwk" but then dutifully resume sucking. Each time Drew thrust his hips against her Ashley's large breasts would shimmy charmingly under the assault. Jo Anne caught her breath at the passion and beauty displayed by the savage skullfuck of her daughter. Jo Anne surveyed the scene again nervously but her deceptions seemed to have worked. As she looked about she heard Ashley moaning, "mmm," and she understood that she was receiving Drew's sperm. A couple of minutes later and Ashley staggered out of the boathouse still adjusting her dress. She looked at Jo Anne. "Wow, that was wonderful, I want to have his babies," she laughed. "I'm proud of you baby," Jo Anne said. Ashley tossed her hair and looked quizzically at her mother, "Proud of me for sucking off Drew?" "Yes, I am, you did what you needed to do. You're going to see him again?" "Yes. Yes, tomorrow." Drew now emerged and with a slight wave at Jo Anne silently began walking back up the hill alone. "God," Ashley said placing her hand on her throat, "he cums like a horse." "But you did good Ashley. I think he's pleased." "Well, I drained his balls that's for sure," she laughed. "'Drained his balls,' what an expression," said Jo Anne. Then, Jo Anne called out to Drew who was still just a few feet away, "Drew?" "Yes, Mrs. Baker?" "Thank you for . . ." "It's okay Mrs. Baker." "And Drew?" "Yes." "You can call me Jo Anne now." They exchanged a long look. Ashley was puzzled but let it pass. Chapter 5 God gave Noah the rainbow sign: No more water, fire next time Pharaoh's army got drowned Oh Mary, don't you weep. From "Oh Mary Don't You Weep" (Traditional) Ashley and Drew's romance blossomed as Jo Anne hoped. The very next day Ashley met up with him after church and they again engaged in 'oral copulation,' as she phrased it in reporting to Jo Anne. Trysts followed on Tuesday evening when Drew bent her over a table in her kitchen and fucked her while Niall was at a business meeting. On Friday Ashley told Niall she was going to Tuscaloosa for the night to visit Aunt Susan and she spent the night with Drew in a motel where they fucked like dogs in heat. After fucking hard for a couple of hours, Ashley took Drew out to a restaurant where they were seen by several of her friends who tactfully avoided asking about Niall. Ashley realized that she was leaving Niall and this made her unexpectedly lighthearted. She pulled Drew away from her friends and back to the motel like they were newlyweds. Over the next few days they fell deeply in love and determined to live together. Jo Anne was thrilled.