George Perry - The willing wife

Jan stood motionless, facing the tree with her slacks down around her ankles. She deliberately waited until she had control of herself before saying in a calm, even voice, "Girls don't urinate against trees."

"Yeah," Tom growled at Al. "If you had half a brain you'd be dangerous."

Jan turned to face them and couldn't help but notice the bulges in their pants. If Al wasn't there, she told herself, she was confident she could handle Tom without any trouble. With the right bait, she could twist him around her little finger.

And he was staring at the bait she had in mind, she noted, amused by the wide eyes on both of them as they stared at the hair covering her cunt.

"Don't give me that shit!" Al retorted. "How many broads have you fucked? You know your next will be your first."

"If you don't shut your mouth, I'll put my fist in it!" Tom growled.

"Would you at least untie my hands?" Jan asked softly.

"Can't," Tom mumbled. "Just do what you gotta do and let's get it over with."

"I'm not trying to be difficult," she said, "but my slacks will get wet this way."

Tom weighed that thought for a moment, then stepped closer and knelt before her to help her step out of the slacks. His nose and eyes came within inches of the triangle of hair that fascinated him so much. An aroma swept into his nostrils and startled him a little. It caused havoc in his pants, where his cramped cock throbbed and flexed with sudden excitement. He wanted to linger there longer, to breathe in the smell of girl-juice, but he knew Al was already getting impatient. He figured Al was probably thinking the reason it was taking so long was because he was too gentle. He forced himself to complete the task and moved away quickly.

Using the tree as a backrest, Jan slowly lowered herself to a squatting position. She stared at Tom and Al as they stared at the junction of her legs. A chill of delight swept through her and she realized the act was also arousing her sexually. It occurred to her in that instant that she got her greatest thrill from the delight she gave innocent, inexperienced boys. The way men crave young virgins, she decided, for the sake of watching their reactions to the taste of forbidden pleasures.

"I can't take it any longer," Al said to Tom through clenched teeth as Jan was almost finished. "I gotta do it, Tom. You gotta let me. It might be the last chance I'll get far years… and I dream about it day and night…"

Tom just nodded his head, never taking his eyes off Jan. Al rushed to her side, grabbed her under the arm and pulled her away from the puddle she'd made, forcing her to kneel while he dropped his pants. The sight of her smooth, white buttocks convinced Tom he couldn't resist the invitation either. Al was already on his knees, moving up behind her and squeezing the firm flesh of those perfectly matched globets.

Jan didn't resist, fight or complain. She yielded willingly, almost as anxious as the boy. The heat of his cock against the cool skin of her ass gave her a chill. It slithered between her legs and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together to feel the length and thickness of it. The boy missed the lips of the entrance he sought, but she didn't realize that he was unaware of this fact. Her squeezing legs around his throbbing cock was enough to bring him to the peak of excitement. She could feel the throbbing, hot meat sliding back and forth through the crease of her cuntlips, tantalizing her to a fever pitch.

"Mmmmmmm…" she found herself cooing as he pistoned between her legs. "…mmmmm, it feels so good."

His groin slammed harder and harder against the cheeks of her firm ass. Jan was reaching an orgasm just from his rubbing, teasing shaft in her cunt-slit.

"Ohhbh… mmmmmmm…" she purred as the juices flushed from her aching cunt. She squeezed him tighter to savor the feeling, and knew by his sudden grunt that he was about to reach a climax too. She opened her eyes in time to see his sperm shoot from the ballooning, mushroom-shaped head of his cock into the grass below her. As the third wad of cream spat out, she felt the strength seeping from his body and the full weight of him coming down to rest on her back. She squeezed her legs together to satisfy his last, but futile attempt to prolong the climax. Then she held him there until his cock relaxed and went limp.

As Al backed away, she noted that the only moisture between her legs was from her own climax. The poor boy, she thought as she moved from the spot where his cum had been deposited in the grass and turned to see if Tom was still anxious to have his first woman. He was standing in the same spot she had last seen him, but he was stripped from the waist down. His cock was ready, she observed with delight. And her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boy's enormous hard-on.

She slipped to a sitting position and gave him an invitation with her eyes. But he remained motionless, just staring. She smiled and pleaded with her eyes for him to fuck her.

"I want you," she finally said in a sexy, throaty voice. "And I can see you want me…"

He mumbled something to Al, who was pulling on his pants and the boy started walking toward the car. Then Tom started to move in her direction. With each slow, deliberate step he took, his large cock swayed menacingly. Her eyes grew wider as he got closer.

"It's you I wanted," she managed to say, not taking her eyes from his cock.

"I shouldn't have let Al go first," he mumbled.

"Al didn't have me first," she whispered. "Al didn't have me at all!"

"Huh?"

"Al was so anxious to just rape me, that the minute he put it between my legs he thought it was in," she explained as Tom knelt between her legs. "Actually, he missed the goal by a mile and only had it nestled between my legs."

His lips curled into a slight smile. "I'm glad," he said. "Al doesn't deserve you. And I'm glad the joke is on him."

"I knew you wanted me when you were taking my slacks off," she said. "I could feel your hot breath down there. And I wanted you."

"I never smelled anything as… as… beautiful before," he said, knowing he was stretching the truth by calling it "beautiful". He found himself lowering his head to smell that strange fragrance again. This time his nose touched the soft hairs and he closed his eyes to shut out everything but the smell of her.

Jan watched with growing excitement, as his breath swept through the hairs and over the soft, sensitive lips of her cunt. Then she felt his dry lips touch her moist, pink lips and she found herself gently lowering her back to the ground. His strong hands were spreading her legs wider apart and his mouth opened to surround her cunt. She held her breath, waiting, hoping, and then feeling his tongue tiptoe around the sensitive cavity.

"Oh, Tom!" she cried. "I love it! You make me tingle all over… and feel soooo gooooood…"

His tongue slithered between the soft pink lips to the inner well that was the source of the nectar he found so delicious. And the walls seemed to flush a fresh supply of nectar on his invading tongue.

For Jan, the licking, snaking tongue swept all the fear and anxiety of being kidnapped from her mind. She couldn't focus her attention on anything but the havoc his tongue was causing in her body. At the moment, the only violence in the world was happening between her legs and she loved it. And when her mind did bring the thought of her abduction, and the possibility of what they may do to her, into focus, it was pushed to the back of her head by the promise of pleasure his large cock offered.

"Unnnnggghhhh…" she groaned. "Unnnggghhh… oh! Oh! AH! AH! Harder, harder… HARDER! Oh yes… mmmmmmm… you've done it… mmmm… I love it, I love it!"

Jan saw the faraway look in his eyes as he paused to catch his breath. She remained silent, too exhausted to break the spell he seemed to be in. He was still kneeling between her legs and she assumed his upright cock would dive into her at any moment, to fill the den his tongue had prepared for it. But when the glazed look in his eyes didn't change and his thoughts seemed to be a thousand miles away, she became puzzled.