George Perry - The willing wife

"Have you seen David?" she called in to him.

Al lifted his head and stared at her for a moment, then answered, "He's in his bed. Been up all night throwing up… probably all that rich food we took from your ice box."

"Oh… and how about you? Feeling all right?"

"I guess so," he mumbled, dropping his face back into the pillow.

"Then how about coming to my room and keeping me company?"

The boy took his time deciding, but finally pulled himself to a sitting position on the bed and slowly got up to follow her.

"I already apologized for what I said this morning," she told him on the way. "But I'll say it again… I'm sorry. It was a bad joke." When she realized her words didn't change his mood, she tried snapping him out of it by tickling his side. "Come on now, let's forget what happened and laugh a little."

"I don't feel like laughing," he mumbled. "I feel… sick! Like my stomach is all tied up in knots… and I'm going to die or something…"

"You're just upset and we have to do something to take your mind off yourself." She closed the bedroom door as they entered the room and watched him pad over to one of the wooden chairs and sit down. "Well, you can sulk all you want," she said with new life in her voice, "but I've got problems of my own. I have to rinse out my undies and I don't have anything to wear while they're drying."

Al lifted his eyes from the floor at that remark and saw that Jan was, slipping off her sweater. His eyes bulged at the sight of her fully packed bra.

"You're not supposed to be watching," she teased, thankful that he finally seemed to be coming out of his depression. "I suppose you're going to watch me take off my slacks too."

With deliberate slowness she pushed her slacks down over her hips. His eyes few wider as he stared at her tantalizing, scantily covered body.

"Still hate me?" she asked coyly, folding her slacks.

"Then I guess we're friends," she chirped, and began opening her bra, slowly revealing her tits and letting him feast his eyes an the full, smooth white orbs. The hard, quivering nipples reminded her that she was also getting a thrill from the performance. Then in one quick, graceful move she slipped off her panties.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, moving to within a few feet of where he was sitting. "See? Clean teeth, clean ears," she teased him, mimicking the morning inspection. "Spread my cheeks… see? That's clean too."

Al was on fire now. The sight of her bending, just out of his reach, with her ass extended toward him, drove him wild with desire. But he had lost all his nerve and was no longer the arrogant, bold person he was the day before. This tigress had claws, he painfully recalled, not wanting to do anything to make her turn on him again. And the throbbing cock in his pants reminded him of its inadequacy in size and staying power. He'd never again let a girl see it, he swore to himself as the torment grew more unbearable. Then she turned to reveal her front to him again and his mind went blank, knowing all at once that this female could strip the meat from his bones and he wouldn't complain.

When Jan reached out to unbutton his shirt he pulled away. "It's no use," he said, knowing he would only disappoint her. "I know I'm no good at it… I can't take this… this stuff. My pecker's too small… and I come before I can…"

"You may be right," Jan cut him off, but continued to open his shirt. "But I think we should just make sure before you decide to give sex up for life."

It was a delicate situation, she told herself as he stepped out of his pants. But if she handled him correctly, she knew she could restore his confidence. Only the biggest problem at the moment was his attitude. She hated sulking, uncooperative people to begin with, and Al was pushing her to the limits.

"Just forget everything that's happened and let me show you some tricks you've probably never thought of," she said, pulling him to the bed. "And the first one is doing it the French way."

"I… don't… know…"

"Do you know what the 'French way' is?"

"Sure! Well, I think so…"

"Trust me, Al," she said, coaxing him onto the bed. "I'm going to show you how wrong you, were about yesterday… that it doesn't matter if you missed the target."

"But I wanted… you know… to be able to say I did it."

"You will… you will. But first things fist. Your head is all mixed up about your manliness… we're going to straighten all that out. One step at a time. Now straddle my stomach and just trust me."

Jan could feel her own cunt juice swirling inside her, craving to be released. But she patiently held back her own urges to tend to the boy's needs first.

"Now take my tits in your hands," she said softly. "That's it… cup them gently…"

"Oh… please…" he groaned, closing his eyes as though praying for help. "I can't hold…"

She saw the puffing, purplish head of his cock jerking to the tempo of a climax. "Put it between my tits!" she said, pulling him down by the hips at the same time, then quickly bringing her hands over his and pressing the mounds of tender, smooth flesh together, sandwiching his cock in the warmth of her tits.

"Mmmmm… isn't that nice?" she purred, enraptured by the feeling of his pulsing, throbbing cock created there. "Now you can come whenever you want…"

"Mmmm… I love it," he moaned.

Jan slid her hands back down to his buttocks and massaged the balls of flesh, letting him enjoy the sense of being driven to a climax, rather than thinking he was having it prematurely. She could see he was straining to hold back the explosion, to savor the delight of it all, and was surprised that he managed to hold out as long as he did. It made her job easier, she told herself, because now she could set off the explosion for him and relieve his mind completely.

"OH!" he cried as her finger slithered down the deep crevice of his ass. "Yeeeooow!" he screamed when her finger toyed with his asshole. "Oh yeah… OH YEAH! OOOHHHH!"

Jan felt the frenzy of his cock pumping, throbbing, swelling bigger and bigger on her chest, firmly locked there by his squeezing hands. The pulsing meat presented a delightful sensation to her building passion, giving her a new awareness of its potential.

Al trembled from the shock waves reverberating through his body from the intense heat of the moment. His head felt like a balloon, filling with steam and about to burst. Even with his eyes tightly closed, he couldn't shut out the image of her beautiful face and exquisite body, the mind-shattering sight of her tits suddenly released from the prison of her bra, and the devilish way she presented her body for his personal inspection.

"Unnnnnggggghhhh… nnngggg… ahhhh!" he gasped as his balls unloaded explosively. "OHH… YEAH!"

Jan felt the first spurt of hot cum land on her chest. Then more and more as it trickled between her breasts and oozed down to her neck. And between her legs her cunt screamed with urgency for the feel of his cock there. Her body could feel every ripple, every inch of what her panting cunt wanted, but was being denied. The torture of it brought her to the threshold of an orgasm. However, she managed to keep her finger dancing down his sensitive crack to give him as much encouragement as she could.

When the last of his sperm was spent he grunted and rose, coming to a squatting position over her stomach. The look on his face was a combination of relief, delight and questioning as he stared down at her cum-covered chest.

"They tell me it's as good this way as it is in a girl," she lied.

"I wouldn't know," he breathed. "I've never had it the real way."

"You will… oh, you will," she promised, squeezing her legs together to hold back the tide of an orgasm.

The boy saw a slight twinge cross her face as she closed her eyes, and he realized for the first time that she was all hot and bothered too. He gently slipped from his position over her to her side and eyed her body again, wishing the fog in his head would clear so he could figure out what to do. The only certain thing in his head was the fact that he should have saved his cum and put it where she wanted it.