John Peter - Teenage wives

"That's enough of that, baby," he said in his deepest voice.

Janet opened her eyes and said: "What the hell?" But before she could say another work, young Jack, the humble, humiliated grocery delivery boy, had jumped up onto her body and had stuffed his own stiff-meaty stick into Janet's tube. "Oh, God, Jack, I had no idea. Oh, Jesus, fuck! That's good. Oh, God" He crammed his rod in and out of her vagina, scraping along the ceiling, making sure to get a lot of the kind of sexual stimulation that he wanted. And it seemed to work even better for Janet. The more Jack moved the way he himself liked it, the better Janet appeared to enjoy the screwing. In and out he stroked his stiff meat. He went slowly, he went quickly, he went deep, shallow, to the walls, the ceiling, up and down. He revolved his hips, he pumped his groin flat with hers, he led like a dancer and sometimes he followed. But his body began to sweat, no matter what he did, and his ass began to pound like a jackhammer in cement. Only instead of cement his steely rod went flinging down, gouging out, penetrating far into the pussy cavern of Janet Tibbleton. "Ooooh… ahhhhh… yessssss," he heard her sing out, and these moans were music to his young ears, as stimulating as the rubbing in her cunt was for his cock. "Jesus," she cried, "I love to fuck. I love a good young meat. I love it. Yes, Jack. I love it and it's not nasty at all. It's the best thing you can do."

It was, coincidentally, just then that Jack burst out from his penis with a load of hot jism which splattered inside of Janet's hot beaver cave. He squirted for a full thirty seconds, his virgin load of come flooding the flesh chamber, filling it with hot sperm juice. "Ahhhhh, fuck," he moaned. And he felt Janet's long smooth interior muscles contract and squeeze around his hog. She wrapped her fingers around his buttocks, too, and that was an additional thrill. She squeezed and kneaded the flesh of his ass, something he'd always dreamed a woman would do to him, but something he'd never dared to hope for. "Oh, God," he muttered. "Oh, God that's the best ever."

She smiled and pulled his face down close to hers. She kissed him hard and came all over his joint. She jacked her hips up and down and bobbed him like a toy ball. She heaved her chest into his torso and rubbed her smooth tittles against his adolescent flesh. She was only a year or two older than he, but it meant all the difference in terms of experience. She was able to toss him about and still give him the kind of fucking he could enjoy. It might have been his first time, but it was far and away probably one of the best he would ever have. His hard-on lit up a second time without even taking it out of her cunt. He just came moments before, but now he was hard all over again, as hot and stimulated and ready to blast off as the first time he ever saw Janet Tib-bleton. He reached under her buns and cupped them, just the way she had his cheeks, and pulled her crotch up and down so that his penis meat would enjoy the flesh thrill of her pussy chamber juicing and flexing and bumping and grinding. "Fuck," he murmured. "This is it. This is what life is really all about, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes," she murmured back to him, not having even heard his question. "Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Yes. Fuck, fuck." She rolled her hips in one last massive contraction and came a second time. He, too, set off another roman candle, this time moaning as he did, "Ahhhhh, gooooood!" Then he fell down flat on her comely chest and lay there catching his breath. She was in some kind of temporary post-coitus stupor, but when she came out of it, Janet told Jack that he must very quickly get dressed. She'd looked at the clock and it seemed that it was going to be a very close call between when Tom, her husband would arrive home, and when the delivery boy would be out of the house. So while Jack gathered up his clothes, Janet picked up the carrots and made the bed. She kissed him goodbye at the doorstep and told him that there would be plenty of other times when they would be able to spend a leisurely afternoon together. Just to make sure that he remembered her well, she gave is crotch a last pet. "Oh, my. Jack," she said, "you're going to have to come again for sure. Or is that a carrot in your pocket?"

As was his style, he blushed and ran off to his delivery truck. He was a very happy young man.

Tom hadn't been married six months to his teenage bride when he landed one of the biggest projects of his career. It was a job that entailed the full use of his studio and his talents, and it naturally generated a great deal of income. It didn't take him long to decide that he and his young wife Janet needed a new and larger home to live in. They picked out something nice in a wealthy section of town, and along with it, he decided to get a maid. Naturally, he left the choice of a woman to do domestic chores entirely up to his teenage bride. Janet Tibbleton interviewed several women for the job, and none were to her liking. But one day, as she sat in the over-stuffed couch in her livingroom waiting for a young Sweedish woman to arrive, she decided that she'd better make her mind up pretty quick before Tom took back his generous offer. The doorbell rang and when she opened the door she couldn't have been more pleased with what she saw. "You must be Tilda," she said to the statuesque blonde who stood in the door.

"Yes," said the young woman. She had big tits and long muscular legs. She was wide in the hips and she had big blue eyes.

She kissed him goodbye at the doorstep and told him that there would be plenty of other times when they would be able to spend a leisurely afternoon together. Just to make sure that he remembered her well, she gave is crotch a last pet. "Oh, my, Jack," she said, "you're going to have to come again for sure. Or is that a carrot in your pocket?"

As was his style, he blushed and ran off to his delivery truck. He was a very happy young man.

Janet knew one thing for sure: she might not hire this woman, but she sure as hell was going to try and fire her up. She invited the domestic woman into the house with a cordial salute: "My name is Mrs. Tibbleton and I'm going to interview you for the job." "Yes, Mam," said Tilda, coming into the new spacious living room. "It's a lovely house you have."

Janet shut the door quickly. "Let's be frank, Tilda," said Janet. "I want something special from a maid who will be in the house. "You'll not be screwing my husband, but you will have to perform certain extracurricular chores for me. Do you know what I mean?"

Tilda smiled. "I'm very experienced, Mam. I have excellent references and I am willing to work quite hard to please you."

"Come with me," said Janet. She took Tilda by the hand. "And we shall see what we shall see." She led the prospective maid into the bedroom. "I want you to pretend that it is an ordinary day. You've finished the house cleaning and-" As she spoke Janet slowly but surely undressed. She took off all other clothes and spread herself out in the big bed that went with the big new house. She spread her legs and her cunt was wide open, the lips spread. She was still a youngster, a teenager, but her labial lips had thickened from the hefty amount of fucking she'd been doing, "-so now here I am and you are there and you've finished your domestic work. What do you do now?"

"Well," said Tilda, "perhaps Madam would be interested in a massage?"

"That's good for a start. I like that. Let's try it."

Tilda stepped toward the bed.

"First undress. If you get the job I'll want you nude a lot of the time. Except when I have my guests. You know what I mean?"

Tilda smiled again. "Of course, Mam." She slipped neatly out of her jump suit. She folded it and her big mellon-shaped titties hung forward. Janet appreciated the expert display of such a fine pair of titties. "Well, well, well, that's a good start indeed. Come over here now and begin the massage." She eyed Tilda's fine cunt. It was bigger than her own, and it looked like it had been fucked many times. "I like your pussy, Tilda. You may just have yourself a job. If you can give a good massage."