George Perry - The willing wife

Her hand moved down and over his shoulder, stopping on his arm where she tested the bulge of his muscle. "I'll bet you're on the football team at school."

"Basketball," he gulped. "And track."

Her head was really swimming now. She could smell the maleness coming from his stiff prick. It made her legs weak and her heart pound harder. "Very nice muscles," she said. "But I guess you've got other things on your mind. It seems you've got more than one problem too. What are you going to do about that?" She pointed at his erection with her left hand, while she continued to squeeze his arm with her right.

"Nothin'. It'll go down once I get dressed."

She was smiling up at him and her left hand accidentally touched the head of his cock. They both jumped with surprise. "I'm sorry!" she gasped apologetically, but her hand was back on the hot meat.

Larry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to move.

"You must think I'm terrible," Jan whispered, stroking the cock with her fingers. "I just wanted to put a little fear into you so you wouldn't get yourself in trouble. I wasn't going to tell your parents… I just wanted to make sure…"

Her fingers closed around his prick and she realized that she had access to the very thing Charles wouldn't let her touch. And the boy didn't seem to mind. No, he actually seemed to be enjoying it.

Slowly she bent her knees until her watering mouth was close to the mushroom head, of his prick. Her lips puckered and came into contact with the heat of the throbbing meat. Then it was in her mouth. She sucked it deep into her throat, swished her tongue around it, swallowing the drops of nectar that escaped from the cock-slit. In one swift move she removed her shorts, then released his cock from her mouth and slipped out of the halter.

"Oh, Larry, I want you to fuck me!"

He opened his eyes and saw her standing before him without any clothes. Ever since he was ten he had eyed Mrs. Latimer with thoughts of lust. And here she was, naked and just as beautiful as he imagined. He stared at the tits he had longed for.

Jan misinterpreted his startled look. She thought he was about to bolt out of the shed. "Please Larry, I need it… I want you… fuck me…"

He pulled her against his chest. His mouth covered hers and his tongue dove between her lips. He picked her up and carefully placed her on the sofa. "I want you too," he said as he slipped between her legs.

The blunt end of his cock nuzzled at the entrance to her pussy. His hand was squeezing her tit and she watched him suck the quivering nipple into his mouth, while the long cock-shaft drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. He didn't give her time to catch her breath, going from one breast to the other, squeezing, sucking, licking, while his other hand slipped under her and searched her ass for the crevice, then the little bud that was hidden there.

She went wild when his finger tapped at the entrance to her asshole probing, testing, then snaking into it.

"I've wanted you for years…" Larry whispered through clenched teeth.

She mumbled something. She was riding on a tidal wave of orgasms. It was difficult to think straight as her orgasms broke one after another.

Charles, you sonofabitch! Why couldn't he give her this?

She spread her legs wide and brought her heels down on his ass, forcing his cock deeper into her cunt and locking him there.

"Mrs. Latimer," he breathed in her ear. "I've wanted you ever since I can remember…"

"Mmmmmm…" she replied.

His eager hands never stopped feeling her; squeezing her tits, exploring her ass and massaging every inch of her. And she loved it, offering him everything he could reach. But even then he didn't seem content, because his mouth was working at the same time, tonguing her ear, biting her shoulder and licking her neck, while his ballooning cock stretched her cunt without a hint of reaching a climax.

"Are you all right?" he asked as she trembled uncontrollably.

"Ohhh yesss… I'm fine," she purred, opening her eyes. He smiled down at her. "You make me tingle all over. I could fuck with you forever…"

"I just can't seem to get enough of you," he grunted, suddenly pistoning in and out of her with a vengeance.

"Then keep fuckin' till you do!" she screeched, meeting his cock with bucking hips. "Fuck it as hard as you can… take what you want!"

His tempo quickened and she could feel his prick huffing and puffing inside her. The explosion was near, and she was delighted to find herself building to another orgasm.

It felt like a giant volcano rumbling inside her. The fucking motion stopped, the blunt prick penetrated to its fullest, locked there by her vise-like grip. She had one breathless moment of anxiety, waiting for the eruption, then the hot cum shot into her.

"Ohhhh… ohhh… OH!" she cried. "More… more… ahhhhh… that's it! Fuck me hard… I love it… you fuck so good."

"Yeah!" he gasped between shots of cum. "And you're so fuckin' good…"

"Oh… Larry!" she cried as her orgasm peaked. Their bodies jerked and bounced. Their sweating bodies clung together and their sex juices mixed into a frothy lather. The squeaking, creaking sounds of the sofa were drowned out by the incoherent, guttural sounds they made.

"Aannnnggghhh… ohhh… mmmm…" she groaned, "…cock feels sooo good… mmmmmm… bustin' my cunt so full… cock me more and more… oh, yeah… I love it!"

Slowly their bodies settled to a motionless, exhausted state. Jan opened her eyes and managed to return a weak smile to the beaming face that grinned down at her. She enjoyed the lingering feeling of his stiffness inside her pussy.

"You've just made me the happiest guy in the world, Mrs. Latimer," he said with bubbling enthusiasm. "I'll remember this the rest of my life…"

Her body was so exhausted she could barely lift her arm, but she forced herself to put a finger over his lips. "Shhh," she whispered. "You've said all there is to say."

They remained silent and motionless for what seemed to her like hours. She felt the stiffness seeping out of his cock, but he still didn't make a move to withdraw it, giving her a dream-like sensation of contentment.

"We'd better get dressed," she finally sighed, then watched him reluctantly rise, leaving a void between her legs that made her wish she hadn't spoken.

Larry was already dressed when she finally started to get up. He was standing before her, devouring her body with his eyes.

"Can I see you again, Mrs. Latimer?" he asked awkwardly. "I mean… can I… see you again?"

"We'll see, Larry," she answered, knowing exactly what he meant. "But for now, you've got to get out of here without being seen by the neighbors."

"That's no problem," he said confidently. "I'll slip out the window, like I came in. The apple tree hides it from view." He was already moving in the direction of the window.

"Oh, Larry," she said, bringing him to a halt. "Not a word to anyone about… and I won't mention what happened with Mary."

"Thank you, Mrs. Latimer. Thank you."

He was so anxious to please, she thought, but added, "Just remember, if you say anything, it'll hurt you more than anyone else."

"Don't worry. I won't tell a soul. And if you let me see you again, I'll try not to be in such a rush… you know… I'll spend more time kissing you… you know, on the ass and all."

Her legs almost buckled at the thought and she felt weak all over. "You're a doll, Larry," she managed to add as he started out the window.

At this point she didn't have any heart far gardening and wondered if anyone saw her going into the shed. She peeked out the door, didn't see anyone in front and quickly slipped out. She went straight to the house and felt relieved to be inside again. She closed the back door and leaned against it for a moment, trying to straighten out the confusion in her head, where a hundred different thoughts fought for attention at once. But the sound of the front doorbell shattered her moment of composure. She rushed through the house to see who was there, suddenly realizing she was a bundle of nerves.