John Peter - Teenage wives

"Jack," murmured Janet, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the house before any neighbors might see that she stood there in the buff, "it's time that you and I decided to get along a little better."

"Oh, God," moaned Jack. "I, ah, oh. God." He stood there trying not to look, trying to avoid seeing the beautifully gently heaving chest full of mammary flesh, the lovely damp pussy. He averted his eyes and leaned against the door which had been slammed shut and locked behind him. "I don't know what to say, Mrs. Tibbleton. I don't know-"

She took him by the chin. "Look at me," she said. "Look at me. Jack."

He looked her in the eye. "You're beautiful," he said. "You're really beautiful."

"Now, now," she said, "take it easy and we'll have a little fun together. Isn't that what you really want?"

He looked down her body and then at her face. "I hope you're not teasing me again." He sensed, though, even as he said this last, that she was no longer teasing him, that she was willing to gratify his sexual needs and his terrible lust for her. "Sorry," he said, "I know you're not teasing, but you've treated me awfully-"

"That's all in the past," she said, unbuttoning his shirt. "I was just amused by you before, playing my little games." She rubbed her smooth palms under his shirt and up along his young shoulders. "I wanted to know if you were really interested in me, or if you were just trying to get some sex from a poor young housewife." She smiled and started on his belt. "You know how it is, young Jack. There are lots of men not so nice as you who want a girl to do things for them and then they don't care about the girl at all." She had his belt undone and she was stroking his cock, manipulating his virgin meat up and down between her long fingers. "Do you understand that I was just testing you, young Jack?"

"I guess so," he said. "But-"

"No more buts about it. My husband will be home in an hour so we don't have much time. You are a virgin, is that right?"

He nodded shamefully.

"Now, now, we're going to take care of that right now," she said with a gleeful smile. "I was once a virgin myself," she said. "Not so long ago, as a matter of fact." She indicated to him that he should remove all of his clothes. "We can't get into bed with our shoes on now, can we?" he shook his head, smiled broadly and quickly removed all of his clothes entirely.

"Good," she said. "That's much better." She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She had him lay on his back. It was, for Janet, like having her own special flesh dummy with which to do everything she wanted. But she really did like the boy, and she liked the idea of having someone young to teach everything she knew. Of course, she'd have to pack all of the lesson into one or two quick fucks, but that was better than no fucking at all.

"First things first," she said bowing down over the boy's joint. "I'm going to give you a little header. Do you like that idea?"

"Well, yes," he said. "Sure." He watched young Janet Tibbleton take her lips to his mushroom head. He was already quite hard and she had no trouble at all getting a good firm hold with her sealing lips on his mushroom crown. She stroked her mouth up and down around the head of his cock. "Now," she said, taking the young prick muscle out of her face, "I think you should do a little tasting in my cunt, just to be sure you know what that is all about. O.k.?"

"Sure," said Jack with a big smile. "Good," said Janet. "I'm glad to see you know what that is." She lay back and spread her legs and Jack leaned tentatively down to her pussy. He splayed his tongue out and licked a couple of times at Janet's hole. "You have to get the clitoris. Jack. Do you know what that is? The clitoris?" The boy had heard of such things, but he did not honestly know for sure what it meant, where it was, and what purpose it served. But he didn't want to risk a scolding so he nodded his head and pushed his tongue further onto the mound of Janet's pussy. "Oh," she moaned, "do you ever know what a clit is! That's perfect!" He accidentally hit the clit on the button, and having discovered this little disk of flesh and its ability to go erect, he would never again doubt his knowledge of it. He smiled in his heart to have been so lucky. He lapped at the clit muscle several times in a row and knew that he was well on his way to losing his virginity. He started to loosen up, too, using his hands to stroke Janet's splendid thighs, his fingers to knead her loins. He reached up to her titties and kneaded the flesh there. "Well," she sighed, her chest beginning to heave with desire, with real lusty passion, "I guess even a virgin knows some of the tricks that make a woman hot, hey, Jack?"

He continued to do what came natural to him. He worked her tittles up and down and pressed his tongue along the edges of her hungry twat hole. He used his hands to manipulate her thighs and her breasts and to rub her stomach. Before long he could sense her aroused passions, her well-developed heat. He noted the fact that her breath was coming faster, that her titties had turned a deeper red and that her face was flushed. He even thought he saw a bit of perspiration on her lovely upper lip. But most of all, he observed that her hips were swaying up and down, shivering as he continued to stroke her twat with his fingers and occasionally with his tongue. "You're getting hot!" he said. "You're getting really hot!" This alone was a victory of the first order for young Jack for he'd often doubted his prowess with women, especially with one so pretty, so comely as Janet Tibbleton.

"That's right. Jack," she said. "You've made me hot. And there's something else you can do for me that will make me very hot. Would you like to do something else for me to make me hot?"

"Anything," he said. "You just name it, Janet."

"Well," she said, "it seems a shame to let that whole big bag of carrots go to waste out there. I was thinking that maybe you might bring them in here and we could…"

"You want to eat at a time like this?" he said, somewhat naively.

"Oh, no," she said. "You just go get the carrots and I'll show you what we can do with them." The boy had a perplexed look on his face, but he slid away from the bed and raced out after the bag of orange sticks. He came back in a flash and opened the bag as per Janet Tibbleton's instructions. "Here," he said, handing her one of the things.

"Now watch what I do, Jack. Watch carefully." The youth could no more have taken his eyes off Janet just then than he could have made his erection go down. She took the carrot and stroked with the pointed end at her clitoris. She rubbed the roughly hewn vegetable, especially the ridges, up and down along her pussy. The corrugated surface of the natural stick gave her a special thrill. She winced at one point because it was so intense a pleasure. "See how I do that?" she said. "Now you try it." She handed him the carrot. He took it in his hand and looked at it, and then he looked at Janet's open beaver. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Come on. Jack," she said. "We don't have much time, remember?"

He nodded and climbed up onto the bed. He positioned himself alongside Janet's comely thigh and placed the carrot exactly as she had, deftly against the cunt-prick. He stroked up and down and watched Janet begin to writhe in ecstasy. "Oh, God, Jack," she moaned, "you do that just right. You learn really quickly. You're really very bright. Oh, yes, that's nice, darling." He blushed when he heard his "crush-lady" call him "darling". It inspired him to stroke her even more vigorously. Since she liked it so much he used one hand to stroke her with the carrot and his free hand to retrieve another. He put the second one into the vagina itself. "That's it. Jack. That's just right. You know what to do all on your own now. Just keep doing that." He continued rubbing the artificial peckers at Janet's pussy. They were, after all, organic organs, so to speak, and no naturalist could ever disagree with that. Jack continued to probe in and out of the hefty cunt space with the vegetable. But suddenly overcome with his sexual fever and ardor, he tossed the two orange sticks aside and smiled: