Bob Wallace: Hot fun wife

Monica, deciding it was time to step up her teasing and really seduce the boy, walked up to the stunned teenager. "You're handsome."

She squeezed his bare arms. "Strong too." Her tits brushed ever so lightly against his chest. "I'll bet all the girls think you're sexy, huh?"

Kenny didn't know what to say. She was driving him crazy. He looked into her blue eyes, the agony of his hard-on etched in the passion written all over his face.

"You ever make it with one of your girlfriends?" Her voice was soft, caressing.

Kenny felt her breath on his face. She moved closer, and he could feel the tips of her nipples burn through his tee shirt and sear his chest. His cock was against her belly. Heat soared through his prickshaft. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Monica's heart was pounding. "You're a virgin?" The idea of teaching a boy about sex made her head spin.

Kenny, still unable to speak, nodded.

"Ooooo, Kenny," she purred. "Today is your lucky day."

Kenny was too dazed to realize what she meant. He swallowed the boulder that clogged his throat. "Maybe we should finish cleaning out the garage." His voice was like sandpaper.

"Don't you want to touch me, Kenny feel me up? I thought that was all boys your age thought about… feeling up girls." Kenny groaned. The idea of feeling her up, touching her tits, ass, and possibly her pussy, turned his mind to putty. "Don't… tease me," he rasped, not believing her at all.

"I'm not teasing you, Kenny." To prove she meant what she had said, she took his hands and brought them to her top, placing them on her tits. "Squeeze, Kenny. Enjoy yourself."

Kenny's fingers sank easily into the soft terry material that hid her fleshy tits. He felt as if his cock were going to snap in half.

"Mmmmmm, I like that, Kenny. Do you?"

"Yessss," he moaned through clenched teeth. As if in a trance, he watched his hands squeezing, fondling Monica's tits through her terry top.

"You ever do this to a girl?" The boy's hands, inexperienced but eager, had her pussy creaming.

He nodded, afraid to speak, afraid it would break the spell.

"Were they big like mine?" She was full of questions. The answers, she knew, would turn her on even more.

"No," he managed to say weakly.

"Oooooo." Monica conjured up an image of Kenny fondling some young girl's tits. The image made her knees weak. "I think you'd enjoy yourself if you took off my top, don't you?"

"Really?" he blurted, his mouth gaping open.

"Really," she purred. "Take off my top." She quivered, hot spasms shooting through her pussy as the boy slipped her top up, exposing her tits.

Kenny's breath caught in his throat. His eyes popped. He was gawking at the large fleshy mounds of Monica's tits. "God," he muttered. He forgot about her top. It was around her neck.

Enjoying the boy's enthusiasm and innocence, she took the top off the rest of the way, tossing it over the hood of the station wagon. She stepped back, proudly exhibiting her huge milky tits. "You like them?"

"Uh, huh," he moaned, feasting his eyes on her tits. They were the most gorgeous pair of tits he had ever seen. Even the girls in fuck magazines couldn't compare.

"I'm not wearing any panties under my shorts," she said, bombarding the teenager with horny images.

Kenny's gaze dropped from her luscious tits to her terry-covered crotch. He saw the line where the shorts gouged into her pussy. His prick throbbed incessantly.

Seeing where his gaze was, Monica moved the crotch of her shorts, exposing, for a brief moment, a part of her blonde-haired pussy. "Did you see?"

"Yeah," he moaned, blinking. She wasn't wearing panties. It boggled his mind.

"If I take off my shorts, will you show me your cock?" She stood with her legs spread, hands defiantly on her hips, tits heaving with each deep breath.

"Yeah," he said, not actually believing her. Somewhere in his mind, he had reasoned that this was as far as the beautiful Mrs. Adams would go. Showing her tits was one thing, but stripping completely and wanting to see his cock was another.

Monica giggled. "You don't believe me." Without waiting to hear his protest, she latched her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and skimmed them down over her hips, stopping when a few blonde pussy hairs peeked out, "You want me to keep going?"

"Yes. Don't stop," he groaned, his cock throbbing, his eyes devouring what he could see. "Please."

"Remember, I get to see your cock." She pushed her shorts down the rest of the way. They formed a puddle at her ankles. She stepped out of them. "Well?"

"Oh, Mrs. Adams." He thought he would cream. His balls felt ready to burst. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Kenny." She pointed to his bulging crotch. "Now you. Let me see what's making that big lump in your pants."

Devouring Monica's naked body with his eyes, Kenny shyly hesitated. His knees were shaking, his gut was in turmoil. It was like looking at a centerfold in a fuck mag, except Mrs. Adams was real.

"Don't be shy," Monica purred, sensing the boy's reluctance. "Take it out and I'll play with it."

Kenny fumbled with the zipper, hauled it down and groped inside his jeans. He grunted as he pulled his cock free. It was a relief. The ache was still there, but the pain was gone. He blushed when he found her leering at his long slender prick.

"Oh, Kenny. I never thought your prick would be so big." The teenager's cock dazzled her.

"My sister says I'm hung like a stud horse." His chest swelled with pride.

"You certainly are." She swooned. She opened the back door of the station wagon. "Hop in. We'll pretend we're parked in some secluded spot." The idea excited her, and she trembled as Kenny climbed in the roomy back seat.

Kenny squirmed over to the center, leaving plenty of room for Monica. His cock speared the air like a slender tree, his cockhead glistening, swollen with blood. He had been in the backseat with a few girls, but never like this.

Monica climbed in beside him. She grabbed his prick, squeezing. "I feel like a kid, Kenny. Ewwww, you're seeping." She spotted the clear fizz oozing from his pisser. "You must be hot as hell."

"I am," he groaned, fucking his cock up through her clenching fist. "Unnnnn." He dropped back. Her squeezing fingers had become a vise.

"I'm hot too," she moaned, relaxing her fingers. "Don't rush it. We have all morning."

Kenny caught his breath and tried to relax.

It was almost impossible. Her fingers were massaging his prick, and the fire in his balls was beginning to get out of control.

Monica rubbed her naked body against him. "Play with me too," she purred, wriggling her bare ass on the back seat. She spread her legs, waiting for Kenny to touch and fondle her pussy. She dropped his prick, not wanting the boy to cum too soon.

With one arm around Monica, Kenny roamed his hand over her sizzling sweet flesh, mauling, squeezing, and caressing her huge milky tits. His cock fucked the air, throbbed freely, blood surging through his thickening prickshaft.

"Ummmm, Kenny," Monica moaned, writhing on the seat. "I'm having a ball." She leaned her head back and kept her legs spread. Her tits were sensitive to Kenny's fingers. She humped up. "My pussy. Don't neglect my pussy."

Kenny had no intention of neglecting Monica's pussy. His hand skimmed down over her belly. His fingers combed through her thick blonde thatch of pussy hair. Fingertips touched the steamy wet gash. At that moment, if Monica had been holding his cock, he would have exploded. Instead, his pisser seeped, the clear cum making his cockhead looked waxed.

"Ooooo, Kenny, my pussy. Finger me. Feel how wet I am." She had given up on reality. Passion, lust, desire enveloped her, caressed her, urged her on. "Finger-fuck me, Kenny. Please!"