John Peter - Teenage wives

He pulled back, hitched his hips, and held onto her pelvis with two hands. Then he slammed his flesh pecker into the young teenage twat canal. He filled the back of the vessel with mushroom head, hot spongy excited prick cap. "Oh, Jesus fucking-A Christ!" she hollered. "It's so big and fat, Kevin. I love it. I love that hog meat of yours. Fuck me harder! Fuck me really damn hard!" He kept his surging meat going at full speed inside her twat cavern. A moment later, while stroking in and out of her tube, he reached down and started to fondle her anus. He poked a finger into her asshole cunt and kept his cock going in her front cunt. It was sin city, all over the place, and Kevin and Janet were really enjoying themselves.

"Get ready, baby," he told her, taking her buns in both hands now. "I'm going to give you the works." "Your hot pudding?" she asked, running her nails down his turned-on back. "You gonna come?" "I'm going to flood you with jism, baby.

More sperm juice than you ever had in your life." With that he let loose, filled her tube with come, and didn't stop squirting off for a full minute. He flooded the whole fuck-tube with juice. "Wow," he said, feeling Janet suck it all up with her twat. "That-a-way, baby doll. That-a-way!" He yanked his pecker out of her hole and rolled off on the side of the makeshift van bed.

She smiled and climbed up around in front of him. She showed her big tittles to him. "Did you like fucking me?" she asked.

"Who wouldn't?" he asked her back. "You got big tits and a fine snatch. What more could a man ask for?"

"What about my asshole?" she asked. "Was that fun, too?" She swiveled her hips so that he could see her smooth buns and the little brown hole that was tucked away underneath. "Yeah," he said. "I like all of you. You're fucking A-l!"

He had a big smile on his face. Janet leaned down and pressed her tittles against his chest. She pressed her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it up and gave her some of his own. "You're hot," he said. "Just lose your virginity or something?"

"How'd you guess?" she whispered, kissing his ear and playing with his joint with her little fingers. She stroked the spent muscle into a fresh boner. "You're getting a new banana down there, Kevin," she said. "You going to give it to me when it's ripe?"

"Sure, baby," he said. "I wouldn't deny you another piece of that fruit cake. Not for anything." She squeezed his boner hard, tugged on it.

"Would you give it to me up the asshole this time?" asked Janet.

"Anywhere you want it," he said. "You just point to the hole and I'll stuff it up good. How's that sound?"

She pointed to her anus. "I want it now. We'll see how it sounds if you keep your word." She smiled and crawled into position. "You got any grease?"

"Sure," he said. He pulled out a tube of lubricant from beside the homemade bed; He opened it up and spilled some into his palm. He applied his open hand to the back of her ass. He spread the juice with the same steady concern with which she'd earlier rubbed down his back and legs. He worked the grease into her ass cheeks, into her ass groove, and, finally, into her tender little butt hole. "Mmmm," he hummed, fingering her anal cave, "that's got to feel good." "I sure do have to agree with that," said Janet. "I sure as hell do have to agree with that." She reached back one hand and pulled her cheek open and apart so that Kevin could get his finger further into the oily anus hole. "There," she said, "now you can really pump it up good, eh?" She waited for him to bury his finger in her asshole tube flesh. Sure enough, he jammed forward and managed to get the entire crevice filled with hot digit. "O.k.," she said, "now twist that finger. Really make me feel it." Kevin did his best, and when he tired of using his finger, he pulled it out and started using his cock. He lifted his big fuck-stick up into place. He pushed forward and the mushroom head went packing up into the butt slot. It didn't take long for his big cock meat to disappear entirely into the hot stiff rubbery tube. "There it is," he moaned. "You're tellin' me," said young Janet. "Mmmmm, there it is alright." She reached back and took Kevin's hand. "I need a little prestidigitation up here, too," she told him. She applied his finger to her clit. She worked the hot finger up and down until it was wet on her clit. Then she rubbed it into her hole. The cave pressed closer, just like her anus on his cock, and she had the best of all possible worlds. "Now, fuck me hard," she instructed the boy. "Fuck me really hard." He was older than she was, but she knew better than he how best to gratify her eager holes, her tremendous desires. "Really ram it, man," she pleaded with him. She lay flat and gave him all the room he needed. His flesh banana went flinging with his pounding hips, grinding into her butt cave. A moment later Janet Tibbleton was orgasmic.

It was easy to tell. For one thing she was screaming bloody murder. For another, she puddled juice into Kevin's palm. The surfer found his hand so slippery wet with ease juice that he couldn't tell what part of Janet's pussy he was fondling. She was also quivering and turning red, blushing like a bull in heat. She murmured toward the end-if everything else didn't inform Kevin that she was climaxing-that she was "so hot that she could burst into fuck flames!" Then she rolled her hips and climbed away from his unspent boner.

"Jesus," he moaned, looking down at his naked cock muscle. "I'm still fucking hard."

"Tough shit," said Janet. "I'm had."

"Like hell," he said, and he reached out and grabbed her back toward him. She tried to squirm away, moaning, "Rape, fucking rape, leave me alone, I'm done," but all to no avail. He had her strapped with his arm around her waist and when she squirmed the right direction, he shot his stiff flesh nail up into her asshole and pounded there, stroking and pumping, until he shot off an extremely heavy load of hot jism. Then he let her go, and this time when she crawled off of his hog she ached in her tube and collapsed on her side with her titties going sliding on one another, her stomach sweating with passion, her legs like rubber. "Jesus," she said, "you didn't have to be so violent about it. I would have done it anyway, you know."

"Sure," said Kevin. "Sure. I know your type. You're all blood and guts until it gets down to the nitty gritty. Then it's "Look Maw, No Hands", and you couldn't give a shit about any man alive. Sure, baby. You'd have done it for me because you like me, eh? Ha, ha, ha. That's rich. Get the fuck out of my van." "What?" she complained. "What are you saying?"

"Which word didn't you understand?" he pressed her, throwing her bathing suit at her. "Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-van. Get it?"

"You bastard," she moaned. "I should have known better than to pick up a surfer asshole."

He smacked her hard across the face, "Get out," he said. "I've had enough of your shit. Who needs you?" He watched her dress in a hurry. She quickly put on her top and she kept a steady eye on him. She'd never been hit before and she wasn't sure that he wouldn't do it again. She slipped into her bottom bikini the same way, always watching Kevin to make sure he didn't explode again. Then she backed out of the door he held open for her and she didn't look back as she ran up the boardwalk to her car. "What an asshole he turned out to be," she moaned to herself as she got into her car. "Phew! I'm glad I didn't ask him over to the house or anything."

And so it was that after only three weeks of married life, young Janet Tibbleton had slept in just about every conceivable position with any one of a number of men (and women) other than her husband. And still she was far from satisfied. It seemed that the more she learned about the sex, the more cocks she wanted to experiment with, the more times she wanted her asshole and her cunt plugged, the more head she was willing to give. She'd gone from being an innocent virgin to being a needy, love-starved, nymphomaniac teenage bride. And she loved it!