John Peter - Teenage wives

"I'm glad," he said softly. "I just want to be sure I get a little of everything, if you know what I mean, eh?" He smiled, too, and then he pulled her chest up around his face. He kissed her mammary glands, one by one, and then sucked her nipples off. They were erect and cherry, as was the teenager's tender clitoris to which to postman next applied his glad mouth. "Mmmm," he humed on the little tip of the clit muscle. "Nice stuff, this." He referred, naturally, to the aromatic smell of Janet's sweet wet flesh.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, rocking her hips so that his tongue would go sliding against her clit. "I'm very glad you like it," she added with a deep breath afterwards. Then she opened her legs all the way and Arnie went to work at full speed. He licked and sucked and ate everything there was to have in that splendid flesh pouch. It didn't take him long to get Janet huffing and puffing. She was soon juicing profusely and puddling under her little butt balls. Arnie slipped his hand under her rear end and lifted her up the way a kid eats pie. He tongued out the entire hole before he gave in to yet another ardent desire: to fill her asshole with his finger.

He turned her over and peeled her tender teenage buns open. "Just a little look-see to make sure the government is delivering to the right box, eh?" He fingered her anus with his long middle finger. The tube opened for him, to his surprise, and the iris muscle remained flexed open until he had his digit all the way up the asshole tube. Then the sphincter closed down, on his knuckle, and tugged at the artificial joint.

"Jesus," he moaned, "I never saw anything like that before in my life! Utterly amazing!"

"Would you like to see that again?" she Asked.

"Sure," he said. "I'd have to see something like that twice before I could believe it." "I'll do it again," she said, "but I certainly don't want you to use your finger." She looked back over her shoulder to see if Arnie got her point.

"I get the picture," he said. "But first maybe we should go for a little dip on the front side, just to be sure, eh?" He rolled her back over so that she was stomach up. Her smooth hips, her fine long mammaries, and her big nipples-everything was ripe and hot. He climbed onto her pelvis and pushed his joint about in her loins. Eventually the head of his meat arrived at her clit space, and she wiggled in affirmation that he was in the right spot. "Come on," she said, "and go in. Don't fuck around any more. Remember your route!"

"Yeah, you're right." He pushed forward and filled her cunt canal with his thick member. He gave her a single long stroke with which to get accustomed to the feel of his beefsteak, and then he began hammering away.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out. "That's what I've been needing all these mornings. That's exactly the special delivery message I've been waiting for. And you're the postman I've been wanting to deliver it." She lifted her legs and made her hole deeper and more passionate. The juice secreted from the walls filled her passionate pit along with his solid flesh banana. "It's good, Arnie," she moaned, "that you happened by… when… oooh… you did!" She rolled her hips in order to feel up and squeeze the hot hog. It didn't take her long to get her legs open wide enough that he could finger her anus and fuck her twat at the same time. She even reached down and showed him exactly how she wanted to be serviced in this manner. She took his finger, between gasps, and applied it to the inside of her anus. "Maybe we'll get another squeeze on a finger yet," she said. And with that her anal track sucked up his digit the same way her cunt was working out on his cock. She had it from both ends at once. Then she used her free hand to tickle the postman's balls.

"That's terrific," he told her. "What do you do for an encore?"

She bent her body backwards, so that her belly and her pelvis curved upwards. He was held up off the bed by her supporting flesh shape. She was giving him one of the best tricks he'd ever had. When she got up all the way, she started bouncing him in and out of her pussy. She didn't go too hard because she was worried that his cock would go flying out of her cunt. The postman held onto her by the hips while she rocked his crotch cradle in this manner. It was a moment later when he started shooting off in Janet Tibbleton's vagina that she hit full steam. She bounced him high on her flesh platform, and his cock went jamming in and out of her tube, up and down and in and out vigorously while he squirted off his first load of come in the adorable little housewife's willing twat.

"Fuck," she whispered to him, letting her body collapse for the time being. "Fuck me good, Arnie, because I love it. I love fucking. Will you make me a regular special delivery on your route?" She squeezed his penis with her long cunt muscles. She tugged out every drop of his jism, and she made sure that he was completely satisfied with the service she was giving before she released a hold she'd taken on his buns. "Promise me you'll see me again," she said, and he whispered: "Any time you want it, honey. Any time at all." She let go and he pulled his temporarily spent hog out of her flesh pouch. "That's what I call a good fuck, baby. You know your stuff. I'm surprised that someone so young as yourself is such a good ball."

"Me, too," she said with a big smile. "Me, too, Arnie. Isn't that odd? And only a couple of months ago I was nothing but a virgin fiancй! How about that?"

"Amazing," said the postman, stroking the big titties, which had lured him into the house in the first place. "I can't believe that one woman is so well-endowed, either," he added. He teased her nipples with a pair of lightly pinching fingers. He pulled and tweaked them. Then he massaged the hefty mammary glands, gave them each a special little rubbing with the palm of his hand. "You got big tickets, baby," he blurted out. "Really fucking big knockers, honey. You know that?"

"Don't you just love them?" she said, jumping out of bed and running to the mirror to get her own look-see. "Sometimes," she said, "I try to pull them up around my face just to see what a privilege you men have when you get to play with them." She lifted her titties up in the mirror and tried to get her face close to them. "They're just not that big though," she said. "But they'll do, I suppose." She smiled and came back to bed with him. "Do you want to rub your cock on them? Or between them?"

"Yeah," he said. "Not a bad idea at that." She lay down alongside him and he climbed up between the big soft knockers. His joint went sliding like a flesh skier up and down the slopes of Janet Tibbleton's teenage wonder breasts. He rubbed around with the underside of his joint, and every now and then he missed and actually speared one of the two titties. Janet soon located his exactly between her chest appendages and squeezed the mammoth mammaries closed around the shaft of the postman's joint. He rubbed up and down in the relatively dry slot until his cock itched for something a bit more like the real thing. "You know," he said, "I can only take some of this rubbing at a time. I think maybe I better get back down to where it counts or I'm going to squirt jism all over that pretty tanned face of yours, and then where'll we be?" "I don't think anyone ever did that to me," she said. "It might be nice sometime. But I think you're right about today. "Why don't you go down there and cream around in my twat some more." She smiled and spread her long smooth legs. She might have been a teenager, but she was definitely all-young woman.

He climbed down to her cunt hole and pulled the lips apart with his fingers. Then he jammed the head of his aimed prick into her slot. He went deep, even on the first stroke filling up the tube, and finally he managed to sock it to the back of her cunt space, a move which caused Janet to holler out: "Oh, God, good. Fucking good. Do it harder!" She loved the feel of a jumbo-sized joint, and that was what the postman had, fucking her tube full of beef. "It's great," she continued to encourage him. "Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Bitchen', too!"