George Perry - The willing wife

"Why do you always want to follow me around, David?" Jan asked.

"I like you… and you're the prettiest girl I ever saw."

Jan reached over and patted him on the head, taking care to hold the blanket under her chin with the other hand. "You're a very sweet boy, David. And I like you too." She had the urge to laugh, seeing him standing there in an old, baggy nightshirt that made him look like Dopey from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". When he stretched on tiptoes to kiss her, she found herself bending to meet him. And when her warm, moist lips touched his, he wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her harder.

"I love you," he gulped.

The light from the candle was too dim for her to be certain, but she thought his eyes were filling with tears. Letting the blanket drop to her waist, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, kissing his cheeks and lips, feeling as though she wanted to give him all the attention and love he so desperately wanted. She felt his small hand on her breast and it sent a chill through her, causing her to release him from the bearhug she had him in. He was already on the bed, she realized, and as she moved back from him his mouth suddenly lowered to suck in the tit he was stroking.

Jan found her head swimming with conflicting thoughts. She wanted to send him back to his room, because that would be the proper thing to do. But at the same time felt the instinct to fill his craving mouth with her aching tit. The mother instinct prevailed and she gently hugged his head tighter against her breast, filling his warm, moist mouth and feeling him milk the ache from it with his tongue. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't a sexual experience, but her body told her she lied.

Then she felt his little fingers comb through her pubic hair and it took her breath away. His sucking mouth never released her throbbing breast, and his hand could have slid between her legs accidentally, she told herself. When his hand failed to linger there she was satisfied that it was just an accident. She realized ber hand was resting on his bare leg now and she stroked the leg slowly, moving higher and higher with each stroke, causing him to suck more feverishly on her tit. The boy trembled when her hand swept up over his buttocks and gently massaged the smooth globes of flesh there. He quivered when her finger slithered down the crack and she knew it was tickling him.

"Hey!" he laughed. "Don't do that! It tickles!"

"I'll stop goosing you if you'll promise to say good night and go back to your room."

He had to think that over for a minute and Jan coaxed him with another stab of her finger on his asshole. That made him giggle and squirm and she felt something stiff and familiar brush against her arm. When her hand swept over his hip and encountered his hard cock, the boy suddenly became silent and she could tell by the way he swallowed and held his breath that her touch was giving him the thrill of his life. Without hesitating she pushed the guilt from her mind and guided him between her legs, holding his stiff prick until it was at the door to her cunt. His boy-sized cock slipped easily and quickly into the welcomed warmth and velvety softness of her pussy.

Jan was amazed at the delight his small, rigid prick created inside her. It tantalized, teased and delighted her with its probing little head. She reached down to seize his buttocks and force him deeper into her cunt, driven on by the thought that he would remember this experience for the rest of his life. It didn't matter how many women he would have after her, she knew he would always remember this fuck and go through life thinking it was the best. Then the telltale throbbing of his cock signaled his eruption was near and she held him firmly locked inside her, waiting for the explosion. When the first spray of his cum hit the walls of her cunt, she felt her own release rushing to meet his.

"Mmnmmm…" she sighed, releasing her grip on his buttocks and slowly rubbing her hands up his back. "Now you're a man… satisfied?"

"I… I… don't know," he gulped. "Nothing like this ever happened before… except, sometimes I have a wet dream…"

Jan hugged him tight against her body so he wouldn't see the laugh she was holding in. David kissed and licked her neck and shoulder, hungry for the taste of her soft, smooth skin and the feel of her flattened breasts against his young chest. He would die before he'd let anyone take her away from him, he told himself as he felt Jan's soft hands massaging his back.

It came as a bit of a surprise to Jan when she realized his cock was still stiff and probing inside her. And his gentle rocking motion gave indication that he had every intention of reloading it for another volley.

"Feel good?" she asked in a whisper.

"Oh yes!" he answered, suddenly inspired to pump his piston harder into the squeezing, juice-soaked sleeve.

"Mmmmm… you'll drive the girls wild when you get older," she purred, meeting his pistoning rod with bumps and grinds of her own.

"Unnnngggghhhhh…" he moaned, straining every muscle in his body as he tried to deliver his package on cue, thinking she wanted it now and he had to give her what she wanted.

"Owwww… easy," she breathed, "mustn't try to force it. Just let the sensations work naturally… feel the thrill of it building inside you… feel my breasts… let my fingers tingle and tantalize you…"

"Nnnnggg…" he groaned, seizing the firm, pear-shaped orbs in his hands. He felt her fingers slither down his back to the cool skin of his ass again, licking a path of heat over the fleshy mounds. He enjoyed it now just like she said he should. And it didn't tickle when her finger slithered down the crack there either. It tingled and created a throbbing desire for more. His world began to focus on the touch of that slender finger blindly exploring the sensitive valley, not aware that she was having an orgasm in the process.

"Oh! Owww… AHHH!" Jan grunted as she scaled the peak of excitement and squeezed out her orgasm.

For David, the experience was breathtaking… almost frightening. He had no idea what she intended to do with that dancing digit, nor how he would react to whatever she did. But he rode out the anxiety, captivated by the desire to have whatever that tantalizing finger gave him, knowing it was the only way to release the painfully knotted feeling in his balls. It was the slow, teasing way she held him in suspense that made it unbearable.

"Please don't touch that!" he screeched as her finger circled his asshole. "You're driving me crazy!" he whimpered, feeling the finger slowly circle the little bud again… and again… posing a real threat to the safety of it, at the same time causing his cock to huff and puff with new vigor. "Ohhhhhh… please…" he groaned, his hands squeezing her breasts tighter and driving his cock deeper into her. He felt the finger tapping at the door to his anus and knew his time had come. Butterflies fluttered in his balls now and he was ready to give up the contents. In fact, he thought he had already started, the way his prick was jerking so violently. But he realized he was firing blanks. "Stick it in!" he cried. "Stick it in!"

His begging cries brought Jan to the summit. She would hold him there a little longer, make him suffer and beg for more.

He felt her fingernail prick the sensitive opening, and it hurt. But the finger continued to force its entrance into the tight tunnel, stretching the walls with a thickness he suddenly craved.

At that moment Jan's orgasm broke. She wiggled and plunged her finger deeper into him, triggering his climax and filling her cunt with churning juices. She felt his rod whipping around her insides, bringing the cream to a buttery thickness.

"Woooa… woooa…" he called out.

"Shhhh…" she warned. "You'll wake the whole house."