John Peter - Teenage wives

"That's so nice," she said. She squeezed her iris muscle open and closed. She flexed it on his joint. It was like a pair of fingers rubbing his crown, making his spear head feel especially good. "I love that," he encouraged her. "The more you squeeze like that the better."

She rubbed her buns from side to side and made sure that her caresses met with his satisfaction. "I think it's time to go a little deeper," he said. "Get ready."

She grabbed on tight to the head of the bed. She braced herself for the enormous thrust of meat whichshe expected from his jumbo cock. "I'm all set," she said. "Go and do it."

He held onto her clit with his pelvis hand and he used his other hand to hold onto her left hanging mammary. Then he shot forward and filled the tube with fuck-stick. "Jesus, Christ, fucking-asshole, shit!" she hollered. "Oooh, God, Tom! Please! It's too big." But she loved the feel, really, and couldn't deny the fact that her juices were flowing especially fast, that her cunt lips were burning with desire and that her heart beat had nearly doubled with the approach of the joint on her bowels. "Wow!" she moaned finally. "You do know how to fuck me, darling. Oh, God, yes!"

"What did you think?" asked Tom. "That I'd only give you half a spear?" He was completely buried in ass flesh. His big piston of flesh was all the way down inside his teenage bride's anus. He had the muscle spread wide in order to accommodate his thick shaft. And he still clung to her breast and her clit with his hands. "It's gonna happen, darling," he moaned, and with that he fired away into her anus. He shot her full of hot jism. The load flooded in with the greasy smooth muscle and jetted into her hungry bowels. He managed to get her delightful rectum shaking by pulling his two hands to her smooth hips. There he rocked her up and down and made sure that her hot little asshole was moving the way he wanted it. "Mmmm," he hummed, "that's the kind of asshole fuck worth having." A moment later he jerked his rod out of her tube and lay off to the side. "Nice," he said. "Very, very nice."

Janet rolled onto her back and stroked her husband's spent meat. "It was bitchin'," she said. "Really fine." She squeezed his muscle and a drop of sperm appeared on the head. She used her palm to rub it off. Then she stroked him lightly, bringing him gently down from his climb on the ecstasy ladder. "Are you happy, darling?" she asked him, kissing his manly nipple, which she continued to stroke his hot meat. "Are you really happy that you married me?"

"Of course I am," said Tom. "I love you." "Oh, God, it makes me happy to hear you say that." She gave him a big sloppy wet kiss on the face in his mouth. She tongued him and crawled up onto his hips. She spread her legs over his rod and pushed the head of his expanded meat into her cunt hole. "Can I do it like this?" she asked. "Are you ready?"

"Try it out," said Tom. "If it goes up, we're ready."

She sat down on his big meat, stuffed it into her ready pussy, and filled her hole with it. "There," she said. "That's perfect." She leaned down on his chest with her big nipples and soft breasts within range of his mouth, and he took advantage of the fact. He reached upwards and applied his fingers around her left mammary. He pulled the hot tip of her titty into his lips and sucked. "Mmm," he hummed, "nice stuff." He licked her breast and kneaded it with his hands while she pumped with her groin, up and down, on his cock muscle. It didn't take long for his joint to reach full strength. Young Janet's swinging hips, her contracting vagina, and her sweet little clit all got together to make him harder and stronger. "You know," she said, "I can feel you getting stiff inside me. It's nice." She pushed downwards and he reached from her chest to her hips. He held her so that she was in an upright position, sitting straight up with her back perpendicular to his body. "That's just right," he informed her. "Now pump up and down."

With his help, his hands on her hips, she moved up and down on his stick of flesh. She gouged herself with the head of his hefty bone-on. It didn't take long for Janet to start panting and sweating. Her face turned bright crimson red, and her tittles bounced with joy. She was getting so hot that she just closed her eyes and panted while she rocked up and down and from side to side, plying her husband's meat in every direction at once. "Oh, Jesus," she gasped, "It's getting so damn fucking hot in there. Oh, God, yes, darling. Do it hard."

Tom started thrusting, banging his cock in her pussy hole. He worked in and out and made sure to get a good slide going against her clit. He was catching the little prong with the rim of his mushroom crown with every fuck stroke. His upward slinging hips took care of jamming young Janet's teenage cunt hole and clitoris.

"Oh, God, Tom," she moaned, "do it to me, baby. Tom, fuck me so hard it hurts. Gouge me out, Tom. Oh, Christ!" She threw her head back and her big luscious fifties went bouncing. Tom reached up and grabbed her breasts, pulled on them for support and shot his wad high in her pussy. He flooded the chamber like a roman candle's flooding the night with sparkles. He set her flame burning and didn't stop pumping in her until she oozed all over his prick muscle. When it was all over, Janet screamed one last time: "FUCK ME!" Then she climbed down and shook with her knees pulled up close to her chest. "Oh, God, Tom," she said, "That was great. It was really the best ever."

"What should we do in the morning?" he asked her. "Can you think of something new for us to start tomorrow off with?" She lay there moaning and sweating out the post-orgasmic cosmic chills, which were climbing up and down her heaving damp chest. "I don't know," she gasped. "God, but I know it's going to be good."

The next morning, however, Janet Tibbleton woke up too late to have the privilege of her husband's joint. He'd long since left for work, and she was left empty-holed, as they say, with nothing but a dildo with which to satisfy her morning cave crave. But even the hefty plastic rod didn't do her much good. She shoved it in and out of her twat, got the juices going, but couldn't seem to get a good little clit hard-on. No matter how hard she tried, the plastic penis wouldn't satisfy her the way something made of flesh and blood, a bone-on in other words, would. She tossed the thing aside and moaned: "Fuck, what the hell am I supposed to do." She tried rubbing her tittles, pulling on the nipples and flicking her clit. She tried running two fingers at once up her twat while pulling on her sphincter muscle with another. She tried grease and oil on her body, and no matter how hard she worked at it, she just couldn't get herself to come the way she wanted to. Finally, in the bathroom, she jammed the douche bag nozzle up her anus and filled her bowels with a fresh enema. But even this particular form of self-abuse didn't satisfy her lusty appetite. She tried taking a cold shower to calm herself as well as cleanse herself, but that only left her refreshed, invigorated, and ready for more action.

Rather than dress and sit around the house, however, she thought of an idea. She would put on her bathing suit, a two-piece thin-strapped affair of leopard skin pattern, and would make her way to the beach. There, she hoped, in the early morning sun, she might find herself a good piece of cock, a man willing to satisfy her teenage carnal needs.

It only took her a little while to find the right beach, Santa Monica, and only a few minutes to size up the sunbathers. She saw immediately the young man she wanted, a handsome surfer type, a man not much older than twenty, and he seemed to be on the make himself. She put her towel near to where his board was stuck in the sand and started to spread out on the beach.