John Peter - Teenage wives

"No" said Stan. "My mother told me not to."

"Oh, said Janet. "Then you might be in for a little bit of a surprise. Don't worry though. It'll feel very nice." She didn't say any more. She went back down on the boy's hog and sucked hard. She could tell that he was getting a lustier erection than before. She could see the blood pumping on the topside of the shaft, filling the expanding mushroom head, and she knew that soon his pecker would be hard enough to ejaculate or to fuck with. She momentarily decided to show the boy yet another kind of kissing.

"I'm going to kiss you very hard, now," she said. "So you get ready, alright?" she said. "Are you ready, Stan?" His face was blushing a full crimson and he was perspiring at the brow. He nodded and she smiled at him. Her own face was quite flushed. She was heated and her tittles were pressing lightly along the child's thighs which made her even hotter. She went down on his hog and sucked especially hard, extremely vigorously, and she heard the boy moan in ecstasy: "Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Tib-bleton!" She didn't bother looking up. She knew what he was moaning about because she was swallowing his squirting jism. "Oh, oh," he sighed, relaxing suddenly, "no one ever kissed me that hard before."

Janet sat up from his crotch. Not a drop of jism showed. "That's called a suck kiss, Stan," she told him. "Or a blow job."

"Wow," he said. "How'd you learn to kiss like that? Maybe you could show Tina Davis how to do that?"

"I know another kind of kissing," she said, feeling the leak of clit juice in her pussy. "Would you like to learn another kiss?"

"Sure," said the boy. "If it's like that one-"

"It's better, Stan," she said. "It's even better." She lay down beside the child and reached down into his crotch. "First your thingy has to get big again. I'll get it big by playing with it with my fingers. Alright?"

"Sure," said Stan. "That's nice, too." She watched his member grow larger again. It only took the sex starved pubescent child a minute to get a full erection. She had the head hot and steamy in no time at all. The spongy mushroom cap filled up and blossomed after a minute or two. "Alright," she said, "now this is just like what you did with Tina, only instead of using your finger, you use your thingy. Do you understand?"

"In you?" he said, disbelieving.

"Yes," said Janet with a pleasant smile.

"But how?" he asked. "It's over there and-"

"Like this," she said, taking the boy by the arm and indicating that he should lay on top of her. "Come on up here." He climbed up onto Janet's comely flesh. He was hanging down between her legs, between her smooth loins. "Gee," he said, "you're awfully nice to touch."

"Thank you, Stan. Now you have to get your thingy into my slot there. Can you do that?" He nodded and reached down to Janet's hole. He picked up his cock muscle, his child's pubescent meat, and pushed it toward the flesh gates which led into her channel. He didn't know for sure what he was doing, but he knew that it would be somehow as enjoyable as the earlier "kissing." He soon had his cock headed in the right direction. Suddenly, he stopped. "Oh, oh," he moaned again, "that's not kissing. That's much much better, Janet. Much better." She reached down and cupped his small undeveloped buns. She pushed his groin down into her wide pelvis and filled herself with his prick. "No," she said beginning to fade into the land of flesh and bliss, "you're right. This is much much better than kissing."

Young Stan looked at Janet's eyes. They were closed and her mouth was open. She was licking her lips. He decided to press his lips against hers. He gave her a big wet kiss and she chuckled to herself, but then she decided to take the youth seriously. After all, pubescent or not, he was fucking her and that's the most she would expect from any man, no matter how young or old. She squeezed on his buttocks, then, and pulled all of his meat into her vagina, and simultaneously she kissed him in the mouth, showed him how to use his tongue.

She pumped her body up and down under his, under his youthful frame, and managed to get more and more of his hot young banana floating in and out of her twat. Soon she had him at just the right angle, and though his body was much smaller than a mature man's, Janet could notice no difference in the ecstasy she felt when his prick stroked in and out of her cunt against her clitoris.

"I like your boobs, Janet," said Stan. "And I like this, this kissing we're doing, too."

"Do you want to kiss my breasts? You can, you know."

The child leaned down and inspected the big nipples. "They look like my mother's a little. Only yours are bigger." He then put his young mouth over her nipple and sucked it. "Mmm," he said, "this is nice." He had his young prick in Janet's hot twat, and he had a mouthful of cherry red nipple to suck on. He couldn't have been happier, really, though he had no idea how blissful a state he was in compared to what it would be like without the opportunity with Janet Tibbleton. "Mmmm, good," he hummed again, beginning to get into the swing of the kissing and the love-making. "I think it's gonna happen again," he said.

"Oh, no, Stan. Not just yet. Just wait a little while longer. Can you do that? Can you keep moving arid wait a little while longer?"

I’ll try,” he said.

"Count to a hundred," she said. "Count out loud or to yourself. Just think about the numbers." She adjusted her angle and prepared to get the most out of his present erection. She doubted she would be willing to risk the time it would take her to get him to have yet another erection. It would have to be now or never. She stroked her pussy hard on the top of his joint. She squeezed her teenage cunt hole tight around his young penis. She could feel the swollen mushroom head, expanded as it was in her back cavern, and stroking, as she made him do, against her clitoris. "Are you counting, Stan?"

"Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thi-"

"Good," she said. "Isn't that nice that way? You don't have to answer. You just keep counting to yourself." She pumped her cunt up and down against his stiff pecker. If he could count to about sixty-five, she figured, she would have herself an orgasm from his piece of pubescent cock. That was all she wanted. As for other times, and other erections, she would worry about that later. What she wanted now was a good little climax from the hot young beef. She was fairly sure, too, that if she could get him to wait for another twenty numbers, she could then make him come on her command, and that would make for perfect timing. So Janet Tib-bleton kept swinging her hips up and down, rocking the cradle under the boy, and making sure that her clit got the stimulating sexual rub down from his young penis that she wanted. She could feel the hefty mushroom head, thanks to her accurate gyrations, rubbing on her clit, and she knew that she was very nearly there. "Oooh, God, Stan," she moaned, "you're doing just fine. You're doing super, little boy. It's just going to be so fucking bitchin'!"

"That's what we're doing, isn't it," said Stan. "Fuckin', I mean. Not kissing. Fucking."

"Yes, darling. Yes, little darling," she said, combing his curly dark hair with her fingers.

"It's better than kissing will ever be," said the boy with a big smile. "Much, much better."

He began pounding his meat, swaying his own hips, and whether he was just plain lucky or what, Janet never did find out, but his each and every stroke went sliding along her clitoris and bouncing into the perfect position inside her twat tube. She loved the feel of his young meat caressing her like that, and she was willing-now she knew-to risk all sorts of consequences in order to get what she wanted out of the child. So what, she decided, if the boy's mother found out? So what if her husband discovered her fucking a twelve year old kid? So what if she got her jollies from playing in the cradle? If it made her happy… but she didn't have to take any risks, because the next instant saw her cunt contracting in the involuntary throes of climax. Her long pussy muscles flexed around Stan's young penetrating rod and she came all over his equally vibrant (ejaculating) squirting prick.