John Peter - Teenage wives

"Oh, Jesus," she cried. "Tom, fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me harder than ever!" He slammed his rod into place, grabbed her buttocks and peeled them open, slapped a digit up into her little brown hole, and wormed around in there. His finger gouged out her anus while his cock worked steadily on her pussy tube. A moment later she was starting into orgasm. She was making the last climb up into the bliss of sexual ecstasy, and it looked to be one of the best fucks ever. Their bodies slapped against one another, and Tom's prick muscle could feel every squeeze, every milking tug, each and every fold that worked on his joint in stimulating unison. "Fuck," he grunted, "you're such a good piece of ass, honey. You're so fucking smooth and slick."

She smiled and kissed him on the lips, but she never stopped sliding her hips in undulating circles beneath his groin. She kept her legs propped high, her asshole open for his occasional fingering, and her breasts, her chest, heaving. She gasped for air and pulled his mouth close to hers. She filled his oral cavity with long hot tongue and got the same in return. Then, suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the cosmic chills of climax startled her body into a flesh rattle. She shook, quaked, and shivered like a malaria victim. Her entire comely frame went blushing red. Her smooth skin turned damp as though every pore oozed ease-juice.

"It's… coming… soon," she grunted. "It's… gonna… be fucking… damn… ooooh… ahhhhhhh… yes, Tom!" He shook her hips, as if they could move any faster, and rubbed his prick with her pussy lips and with the flesh tunnel coasting up and back on the mushroom crown of his joint. He fired off and triggered the final explosion in her teenage hole. She nearly fainted as her body contorted with ecstasy.

A moment later they lay side by side panting for breath. "Well, oh, that was something very special," said Janet, her face still flushed with heat.

"Yes," said Tom Tibbleton, "in more ways than one."

Janet paused for a moment. Something clicked in her mind. She didn't know what it was. "How's that?" she asked. "More ways than one?"

"It was our last," said Tom.

"Our last what?" asked his teenage bride.

"Our last everything," said Tom. "I don't know how to tell you this, darling, but I've fallen in love with another woman."

"What?" she asked. "I don't understand. Another woman? But Tom, who? How? You can't? Tom? We've known each other since high school and-"

"And I married you for sex, now that I think about it," said Tom. "And the sex has been fabulous, but I've met someone who…"

"Someone who what?" asked seventeen year old Janet Tibbleton, soon to join the ranks of divorced. "Someone who what?"

"Well, darling," said Tom, "I don't know quite how to put it. She has pretty legs just like you, and fine big breasts the way you have, and, believe it or not, this girl-I thought I'd never find one like her-she has a sexual appetite like yours. Why, she may even be a nyphomaniac-I don't know."

"But if she's so much like me," complained Janet who saw her sex life suddenly going up in flames, "why are you interested in her instead of me?"

"Well," said Tom Tibbleton, "the fact is, darling, that she's, well, she's…"

But Janet knew the answer without having to hear it from her soon-to-be former husband. His new love was younger than Janet, and there was no way, she knew, that she could compete with a girl like that. "Just for the hell of it," said Janet, "how old is she?"

Tom started picturing all the fun he was going to be having balling his new insatiable teenage bride. Just the thought of it made him go crazy with desire.

"Well?"

"Well what?" asked Tom Tibbleton.

"How much younger is she? I want to know! How old is she?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," said Tom, coming back from his reverie. "She's, fifteen. You do understand, don't you? I just couldn't pass up the opportunity and…”

"Will you screw me just once more?" asked Janet Tibbleton, the seventeen-year-old has-been. "Just for old times sake?"

Tom smiled. "Of course, my dear. Of course." He climbed up between her supple thighs and began what Janet would remember as her last coitus with her first husband.

Years later when she reminisced with an old girlfriend she recalled it as "one hell of a good fuck."