John Peter - Teenage wives

Tom shook his head. "That's what it's there for."

She reached down and fondled the plastic cock as though it were alive. She suddenly took it in both hands and fisted it into her sweltering cunt tube. She turned it on to full speed and jammed it against her clitoris. She went sliding up and down on the technological muscle, giving her body a good steady rubbing and a long even ride. She manipulated the vibrating portion of the thing against her clit, and she made sure that she didn't let loose until her twat-pecker was twitching. "Oooh, God," she muttered to herself. Tom watched her. She was jerking herself off, masturbating herself with the new toy, and loving every minute of it. He was surprised to see how much of the huge plastic shaft her pussy could accommodate. Except for the handle, most of the prick portion of the machine was inside his wife's tube. She had a good hold on the shaking thing, and she had her legs spread wide so that she could manipulate it in several directions whenever she wanted. "I love it,"^ she moaned. "I really do love it."

Tom reached out and squeezed her tit-ties. "Oh, yes," she panted, "that's good too." For just an instant, Tom wondered if bringing home the imitation cock had been such a good idea. Then he realized that it was an excellent idea. She could always work out with the thing, make herself hot, and then he could fuck her. It would save him a lot of trouble, that way, and he wouldn't have to waste a lot of time with foreplay when he didn't want to. He smiled to himself as he continued to fondle her big nipples and soft pendular breasts. Young Janet continued to work the machine in and out of her juicing vagina.

"You want to fuck my asshole again?" she asked softly. "I'd like that. We were just getting started with that when you stopped, you know." She turned her head sideways but kept the machine going in her pussy. "Do you?"

"Yeah," he said. "Good idea." The machine never left. Janet’s pussy. Tom took over and rubbed it up and down in his teenage wife's pussy hole. He could hear it whirring, sending her higher and higher on the ecstasy ladder. Her smooth legs were chilled and blushing. There was goose flesh everywhere. He stroked up and down in her cunt tube until he was sure that she was on the verge of another climax. Then he pulled the machine out of her tube. "Over," he said. "Roll over and let me get this thing in again."

She turned over and showed him her lovely cream-colored moon. He spread her buns and looked at the delightful virgin rectum. He was going to give her the full screwing this time, no stopping, no giving way to her screaming. He applied the dildo from the underside when Janet came up on hands and knees. Then he slammed his cock into her anus.

"Fuuuuuuck," she grunted, "that's too fucking…" He didn't stop. She moaned and complained and wiggled so much that he had to let loose of the dildo. It went rolling onto the side of the bed and continued to whir. Tom didn't pay that any mind. He reached under with his finger and found out his teenage wife's cunt-button. He pressed the clit muscle between his two fingers and kept her pussy juicing that way. His cock, though, was buried deep in ass flesh, exactly where he wanted it. He stroked hard, pushed his pelvis flat against her young soft white buns. They spread out because of his thick meat, and her interior muscle pushed closer around his thick meat. "Oooh, Christ," she hollered, "no Tom. No. I was wrong. It's too much. It's so big. It's too soon. Wait."

There was to be no waiting. Tom jammed hard; He jackhammered his TNT pecker deep into the butt cave. The head of his joint was buried in ass bowel. He had a good hold on Janet, one that she wouldn't forget. He had her neck in one hand, her waist in his arm. He could move her, or prevent her movement, in any direction he chose. "Come on, baby," he said. "Squeeze and bear it. Squeeze that flesh smile of yours." He rubbed hard and enjoyed the tight bunghole flesh on his stiff cock. A moment later he flashed a wad of sticky hot jism into the bottom of her anal basin. He let himself mutter: "I love you, darling," before he let loose of her neck. She squirmed off of his impaling rod, and he fell into a spent heap of flesh. "Nice," he moaned. "Very, very nice."

"That's easy for you to say," said Janet Tibbleton. "I mean really." She scratched her sore rump. "My rectum will never be the same."

"Come on," said Tom with his eyes still closed. "Didn't you say the same thing about your twat about two weeks ago. I mean you said that your pussy wouldn't ever recover. But the next day you couldn't keep your hands off of me. Isn't that right? In the hotel room? You remember? Or downstairs during dinner the next night? You remember that? While we were eating? Well, it's gonna be the same with your asshole. In a day or so you're going to start pumping that prick I bought you up your anus and then two days later you'll be asking me to fuck you up the asshole every chance we get. Now isn't that right?"

"I don't know," she said. "It felt good, but it hurts now." She leaned her head on his chest. "Maybe you're right." She was facing his crotch. "Say, Tom," she said, "Look at your cock. It's getting big again. Just like that."

"I was thinking about our honeymoon," he said. "You know what I mean?"

"Sure," said Janet. "It happens to me, too." She smiled and reached down to her new husband's fresh firming joint. "It's getting so big already. So soon." She stroked it with two fingers. She palmed the head and rolled her soft, silky skin across the spongy tip. It turned red, blushed as it filled with a fresh supply of his passionate blood. "It's getting bigger even. It's expanding," she added. "Wow!" She had to use two hands to get her full of the meat. She leaned down close and used her mouth on the tip of the hog. She sucked it hard and then looked up at Tom. "Do you want to do it in my cunt? Just one more time before we go to sleep?"

"You know I do," said Tom. "No way that I wouldn't." He rolled over and pushed Janet onto her back. "Wait a second," he said, "I think we'd be better off if you were standing up. Get up."

She climbed off the bed and took a position leaning her hands onto the mattress. Her legs were spread and Tom mounted her from the rear in her pussy. He shoved his cock all the way up the channel and Janet started shaking her hips, rolling her buns. He held onto those silky soft bun cheeks, rubbed his hands around and around on them, and then he went sliding his fingers onto the flat of her pelvis. It didn't take long for Janet to get to pumping her body up and down, doing a kind of sexual pushup with Tom's prick high in her fleshy in-sides. "God," she moaned, "I loved it, darling. I love the feel of that big hot penis of yours in my pussy. Nothing will ever make me so happy." She had her eye on the dildo as she said it and she wondered if she wouldn't be spending all of the following day with the big artificial limb stuffed in her cunt. "You know," she murmured, "science has come a long way."

Tom couldn't hear her. He was concentrating on those automatically squeezing cunt muscles of hers. They were sliding up and down on his prick, grabbing it and making him stiffer and hotter than ever. It was a wet, tantalizing rub down for the head of his cock muscle. He knew that in another few seconds he would be spilling out what remained of his come. His nuts would chill and freeze, his cock would throb, twitch, and then would come the moment of blissful silence when his brain would explode with ecstasy, and, finally, the jism would pour out into the contracting flesh chamber his wife called her pussy. "Ahhhhhh, fuck," he moaned when it finally happened, but it wasn't anything like the way he imagined it. When it was over he stroked out.

"Well," said Janet Tibbleton, all energetic and eager for more, "is that all, darling?"