John Peter - Teenage wives

The boy smiled, wiped his face clean and dry, and climbed up on the teenage woman's chest. His kissed her big nipples and she reached down to play with his well-developed bone-on. "I like your penis, Stan," she said. "It's big and hard today, and it's always growing just a little bigger, it seems to me."

"Thanks," said the boy. "I like that." Then he took his rod in his own hand and shoved it between young Janet's twat lips. He pierced down to the core of her slender hole and enjoyed the superior soft flesh of her sweet cunt tube.

"Oh, yes," moaned Janet. "That's the way. I like that. Yes, Stan my little one, that's just perfect." She rolled her hips up and down and jerked the boy's hefty prick muscle with her interior pussy girp. She tied herself onto his joint with a quick slide and tug. She made sure that she got all of his hot poker into the back of her flesh cave where it would fill her up the most. And as for his stroke power, she was sure to use up every inch of his sliding rod in a steady caress to her excited clitoris. "Mmmm," she hummed, "now you've got me going, little one. You've got me hot and bothered. It's going to make the day very special."

Young Stan, not yet thirteen, could feel the pressure in his nuts getting tighter and tighter. He was just about ready to explain to Janet that his prick would soon explode inside her when she stopped rolling her hips altogether. "Did you hear something?" she asked.

"No, Janet," said the child. "You're so turned on you think you hear things, eh?"

"Don't be nasty to adults, Stan. I thought I heard something. Like my husband's car."

"Would he care if he found out you were balling me?" asked the boy, his prick still deep in Janet's cunt.

"Oh, yes. He certainly would. He doesn't know about you or any of my lovers."

"Oh, I see," said Stan. He started pumping harder and faster, giving young Janet her nymphomaniac's fill of hot beef. A moment later he shot his terrific wad of jism all the way into her tube. The soft flesh of her cunt squeezed and milked the rest of his jism from his twitching young rod. When it was all over for the both of them, he climbed off and asked Janet if she had a cigarette handy. "It's not good for a little boy to be smoking," she said.

"Ah, forget it," he said. "I'll get one at home." He dismounted from the bed and dressed as quickly as he'd earlier undressed. "I'll see ya whenever," he said.

"Yeah, bitchin', Stan," said Janet. "And thanks a lot. I was really depressed until you did that for me."

The child smiled and left as he'd come. But Janet was not entirely convinced that she hadn't heard some sound a moment or two before. And she went to the front door just to be sure. There she saw, standing on the street, her husband in conversation with a neighbor. "Phew," she moaned, "that was close." She rushed to the bedroom, fixed the sheets, and then hopped into the shower. She didn't understand what Tom was doing home already, and come to think of it, she couldn't figure out why young Stan was not in school that day. She put both things out of her mind and scrubbed her sweet little twat and her lovely brown anus hole. Then she climbed out of the shower ready for the finishing touches to her combination fuck sequence: she'd had the child, now for Tom-the day would be complete.

Tom came in a moment later, just as she was drying her lovely supple body in the bedroom. "Darling," he said, "I'm sorry about last night. I'm going to make it up to you right now." He took her wet tittles in his hands and squeezed them. Then one hand went sliding smoothly down to her cunt. There he fingered her clit into a twitching frenzy. She worked her pussy up and down to let him know that he was giving her a first class treatment, the kind of work out that she most enjoyed.

From that upright position the couple proceeded quickly to the bed. Tom undressed in a hurry and jumped down between his wife's spread loins. He gave the teenage girl a good solid piece of meat to work out on. She humped his joint with furious fervor. Her cunt ceiling, and consequently her stiff little clit-prick, went sliding up and down on his pecker. Her interior walls contracted vigorously, and her cave secreted profusely. There seemed to be no end to the intensity of this particular fuck session. She was getting all of her body heated at once. Tom was stroking her titties with his hands, or rocking her hips just so, or sliding a finger up her anus. She could feel her heart pounding, her blood surging in her brain as she began to search for the climax which would completely satisfy her young, comely body. She concentrated and grunted, she hitched up her legs and hung her feet so that they dangled above Tom's head, and she murmured:

"Oh, Tom, I love you, darling. You fuck me the way I need it, lover. You fuck me so nice that it's like the first time every time we do it."

"Mush," he said, paying her no mind. He went sliding his joint in and out of her willing twat as hard and as fast as he could. His mushroom prick muscle was giving her a top-knotch screwing. He was tacking her down to the bed with the enormous stroke power of a jackhammer. His bronzed prick was slamming her full of passion.

"O.k.," he said a moment later, "It's time for the other side." He rolled her over before she knew what hit her.

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Yes, Tom. Do it there." She reached back and held her buttocks apart. She gave him access to her anus hole. He shoved forward and split her body in half. He gave her all of his hot beef rod at once. "It hurts a little," she moaned. "It doesn't just ache like usual, darling. It hurts. Please slow down."

"No way, Janet," he said. "Too late for that now." He had his cock buried in her teenage asshole flesh, and he couldn't even consider the notion of giving up that tube, that smooth tight ride. He was only a stroke or two from the perfect tender teenage orgasm, and he saw no reason to deny himself the pleasure of a good juicing in her rump crotch. "Baby," he told her, "hold on because I'm going to give you all of my pudding right… fucking… ahhhhhh!" He shot off, squirted into her squeezing cavern, filled her bowels and flooded the butt cave with so much juice that her entire sphincter muscle suddenly went loose. He yanked out of her and said: "That was a nice little butt fuck, baby. You teenagers are the best fucks in the world. Maybe you're special, darling, but I think it's how old you are sometimes, you know that?" She smiled and said that the fuck was "bitchin'," but that she wanted more.

"A quick shower," said Tom, "and all you want after that, eh?"

They showered together, soaping up and making each other as slippery and hot as possible. It didn't take long for Tom Tib-bleton to get another monster erection with which to fuck his young wife. She stroked him with her tongue once she saw how big he was getting, how attractive that muscle was, and then he did the same for her. Finally, hot and lusty and ready for more sex, they climbed out of the shower and quickly dried each other.

"We have to get into bed right away," said Janet. "I'm so damn horny again. Come on."

Tom smiled and followed his teenage wife's buttocks toward the bedroom. He climbed up onto the bed with her and palmed her big brown tanned boobies. He gave her cherry nipples a fondling, also, and then he kissed her stomach. "No," she complained, "I want that hog. I want that joint in me, darling. Please let me have that prick meat of yours now?"

He couldn't stand to hear her beg, and in fact he liked to know he was so much in demand. He shoved his pecker into place between her twat lips and thrust the mushroom muscle to the rear wall. "Uuuuuuhh… ahhhh…shit!" she cried. "Oh, yeah, that's good! Darling, that's delicious!" He pounded with his hips, rocked with his pelvis, and he did all of this work in an effort to get the perfect slide going in her pussy hole. He worked slowly but surely into a kind of steady, steam roller rhythm, a cadence which made Janet Tibbleton hotter with every new stroke. Her clitoris went sliding against his mushroom crown, across the rim, and flicked back into place with each new thrust.