Ray Mills - Hot and nasty wife

After about the third day, she began to think almost constantly of sex again.

Even though she and Tom were fucking almost every night now, she could not help remembering the kind of life she had been living for the past months. All her new sexual experiences had unleashed a wantonness in her that she had never expected.

I wonder if I should go see Tamyra, she thought to herself one day, after she had grown weary of ringing doorbells. After all, Tom wouldn’t suspect a thing if I were only tucking with her. There wouldn’t be any cum or any smell left over.

Just the thought of the girl sent shivers of lust coursing up and down her body. She wanted to dash over to Tamyra’s house right then and luck her ears off for the rest of the afternoon.

But she realized that she had to get control of herself. She had to be calm and self-disciplined about it. “You can’t just go running off to get lucked every time the idea floats into your head, dummy!” she thought.

I know what I’ll do. I’ll ring two more doorbells and try to make two more sales. And then. I’ll think about it again. If I still want to go see her then as much as I do now, then I’ll go.

Feeling encouraged by her sense of resolution, she strolled up the walk of the next house and firmly pushed the doorbell. The door was answered by a shirtless boy of about sixteen or seventeen. An unruly lock of thick blond hair hung shaggily across his forehead. He was very tan, his shoulders broad, his chest smooth and muscled. It took Amy a few moments before she realized that she was staring at him in a way very different from that of a door-to-door salesgirl.

“Is your… uh, mother home?” she stammered, feeling oddly nervous.

He shook his head. Amy realized that he wasn’t looking at her in quite the appropriate way either. But at the same time he was charmingly shy about it.

She saw his eyes dip down to the full outthrust swell of her breasts, then quickly dart back to her face, as if he were afraid of being caught.

“Well, uh…“ Amy stammered, not knowing what to say, but not really wanting to leave “I’m selling these… things. Maybe she’d be interested in them.

Maybe I could leave a few… samples with you? Then I could drop back by when she’s home and…”

“Sure,” he finally said. "You want to come in?”

He opened the door wider for her. Amy found herself going into the house even though she realized there was no point in it. If she were going to leave a few samples, she could hand them to him right where they both stood.

Nevertheless, his invitation to her hadn’t seemed sinister or seductive. He was just being-matter-of-fact about it. She found herself standing awkwardly with him in the living-room of the house, holding her sample case, feeling foolish.

“Have a seat,” the boy said, acting very clumsy and nervous himself. “My name’s Rick.”

Amy laughed softly, relieved to find that he was as nervous as she was. But what are we both so nervous about, for god’s sake! She thought.

“Thanks,” she said, sitting on the sofa, a big rose-colored one, soft and huge.

She almost disappeared into the gigantic cushions. “My name’s Amy.”

“Maybe…” Rick hesitated, “you could just show all the stuff to me. I could maybe buy something for my mom’s birthday.”

“Or your girlfriend,” Amy suggested. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Amy regretted saying it the moment it came out of her mouth. She didn’t like to sound like she was treating him as a kid. After all, he was only seven or eight years younger than her, maybe less. She could see how nervous her question made him. He squirmed in the chair where he sat, across the room.

“Yeah,” he murmured bashfully.

Something about the way be responded to her question made Amy’s cunt gush with warm juice. It was an unmistakable sign of how aroused she was by him. He was so shy and awkward and nervous. And yet he was so handsome, with such a. bard, lean, attractive body.

“Well then,” she said, “maybe we can figure out something that would be nice for her.”

She opened her sample case and spread her jars and bottles out on the coffee table. All the time she was thinking about Rick’s cock. Would it be small, since he wasn’t fully grown yet? Was he a virgin? She sprayed some perfume on the inside of her wrist and went over to him.

“Here, smell this,” she murmured, putting her wrist under his nose.

Being this close to him, seeing the hard smooth flesh of his naked upper. body, made her blood pound. She wanted to run her hands all over him, to kiss him and stroke him.

“How does it smell?” she whispered.

“Great,” he grinned up at her.

She turned away and walked back to the coffee table, walking slowly so that he could enjoy the undulating sway of her hips. Then she bent over in a purposely revealing way, letting him see the taut flesh of the backs of her calves and thighs. She tilted her ass up slightly, hoping it would arouse him to action.

You can fuck me if you want to, Rick, she repeated silently, as if concentrating on the words would make him hear them in his mind can luck me, Rick.

She sprayed another perfume on the inside of her other wrist. Then she walked back to him. This time he stared boldly at her breasts, under her blouse. He made no attempt to conceal his interest.

“My my,” Amy whispered as she bent over him to let him sniff her other wrist, “what big eyes you have!” "I-I'm sorry,” he stuttered, suddenly embarrassed.

Amy knew it was now or never Instead of continuing with the perfume-smelling ritual, she sank down into his lap, encircling his shoulders with her arms.

“Don’t be,” she whispered. “Wouldn’t you like to do more than look?”

Rick swallowed dryly. He nodded and tried co act as if everything were normal.

Amy kissed him. She wanted to change his fear into desire. Kiss me, Rick, kiss me and tuck me. I’ll show you how. I’ll be the first girl you’ve ever fucked.

The thought of that made Amy hot with redoubled lust. To be his first! It was thrilling and exciting to her.

She kissed him with tender skill, probing his mouth with her clever tongue. She curved her warm sensual mouth into his, teaching him to kiss her back. At the same time she ran her hands all over his hard young man’s flesh, as she had been wanting to do.

“I… I don’t think we should be doing this,” Rick said.

“Doing what?” Amy teased him.

“This,” he said, gesturing at her sitting in his lap.

Ignoring him, she began to unbutton her blouse. Rick’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as more and more of Amy’s flesh came into view.

“How long do we have before someone comes home?” she asked softly.

Now he began to see that she was serious. A look of mingled fear and desire flashed through his eyes. He glanced down at her full young breasts straining against the bra cups. Then he looked at his watch.

“It’s only two o’clock. Nobody will be home until five thirty.”

Amy’s heart did a skip-jump. A whole afternoon! She had him to herself for a whole afternoon! “You do want me, don’t you?” she said in her most kittenish manner, Snuggling against him, looking up coyly.

“I-I’ve never… done anything like this before,” Rick stammered.

“It kind of comes naturally,” Amy cooed, kissing his jaw, then his neck, finally his muscular bare shoulder. “Wouldn’t you like to take my bra off for me?”

“Uh huh.”

“Just hold me, that’s right, and reach around and open that clasp like that, that’s right,” she murmured, tickling his ear with her tongue at the same time.

He had trouble getting the clasp loose. Amy waited patiently for him, feeling the hard gristle of his.young cock thicken and rise against her ass as she sat in his lap. She realized that she had nothing to fear by it being too small to give her pleasure. From what she could judge, Rick’s prick was a whopper.