Jane Fox - The horny wives

"Do you like my ass this way, dear?" Betsy asked. Her voice was low and husky, full of hot lust.

"Oh, God, yes!" Henry replied, both hands moving over the silken halves of her beautiful, quivering ass.

"Run your hands up and down my legs, too," Betsy suggested. "They feel good, too, dear."

Betsy could hardly stand still. Her legs were trembling with excitement. This was just like actually seducing a young boy. She felt like she was living one of her fantasies! Henry's touch was so childish, so tentative. Betsy loved his shyness and nervousness. She could hardly wait for him to actually fuck her!

Henry grunted in enjoyment. His cock was growing so hard that he didn't know what to do! He dropped to his knees to try to hide the large bulge in his trousers. He wondered if she would be mad if she saw the bulge in his pants. Would she chase him out of her house and tell his mother that he had been hiding in the tree, watching her? He didn't know. He knelt on the floor, hoping that his raging cock would grow soft again, even though he was still playing with Miss Mortensen's exciting ass.

"Go right in between my ass-cheeks, dear," Betsy instructed. "That's right, darling! Push your fingers right in there. Do you feel how warm and soft it is in there, dear? Can you feel my pussy yet? Move your fingers down farther, dear. That's right. Yes! Now you've got it! Right through there, dear! Ohhhhh! That's right! Just a little farther now. There! Now if you go just a little farther, you can feel the soft skin on my pussy. You want to do that, don't you, darling? Don't you want to feel my hot pussy?"

"Jesus Christ! Feel your pussy? God! You don't mean it, Miss Mortensen! You wouldn't really let me feel you pussy, would you?" Henry gasped.

He felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach with a hard ball. He could hardly talk he was so excited just thinking about touching Miss Mortensen's pussy. And the sexy way she was talking! He just didn't know what to make of that! It was almost like she was giving him the come-on, but she certainly couldn't be doing that. Could she?

Henry felt his fingers touch the soft, silky skin of Miss Mortensen's moist pussy and his fingers stroked gently. He just couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him! He was actually touching the outside of Miss Mortensen's cunt! God!

Betsy felt wonderful. She was getting so excited that it was hard to maintain her calm. She wanted Henry to sink his beautiful, hard cock right in her burning snatch, but she had to stay cool and play her role. She knew that it would be that much better if she would act exactly like Miss Mortensen. Betsy felt like she was going crazy. She began to move her hips just a bit. His touch was so tantalizing. She had to have more. She had to entice him into her pussy! She had to inflame him with the blaze of lust that enveloped her own lush body!

"Go ahead, dear," she cajoled. "You can touch it inside, too. I want to show you what a hot cunt feels like. Touch a little harder, dear. That's right! Oooooh! Do it, dear! Do it!"

Betsy squeezed her legs together and trapped Henry's hand between her thighs. Henry trembled from head to toe. He was actually touching Miss Mortensen's pussy! And it sounded as if she liked it! Henry had always thought that girls let boys touch their pussies because the boys wanted to. It had never occurred to him that the girls might actually invite such caresses.

"Ooooh! That feels so good, dear!" Betsy sighed, squeezing Henry's hand even harder between her silky, long legs.

"My pussy is getting all hot and steamy! Can you feel it, dear? Does it feel good to you?"

Henry was at a loss for words. He simply didn't know what to say. He gulped and stammered, "yes… it feels good!"

Henry was beside himself. When he had first touched Miss Mortensen's hot, moist pussy, he had jerked his hand back like he had touched a bed of hot coals. Now he plunged his hand forward eagerly, petting and touching the hot, slick surface of her burning cunt. He wanted to tell her how much he liked it but couldn't. All he could do was to make meaningless grunting sounds. He whimpered in exasperation. His balls felt like they would burst! His rock-hard cock ached and throbbed in delicious agony!

"You must like my pussy, Henry," Betsy said boldly. "I can hear you panting and groaning. Would you like to look at it up close?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry sputtered, barely able to control himself at the thought of actually being able to see Miss Mortensen's pussy up close.

Betsy saw that Henry was whimpering with delight. She smiled with a lusty twinkle in her eyes. Then she unzipped her dressing gown and shook it off her shoulders, letting it fall in a satiny pool on the rug.

Henry raised his eyes slowly to her titties. He gasped in shock. He had never seen such beautiful titties, not even in pictures! Her boobs were like two mounds of creamy ice cream, perfectly formed and peaked with stiff little brown marbles which winked and nodded at him.

"Ooooooh." Henry moaned, unable to think of anything to say to tell her how beautiful she was. "Do you like my titties?" Betsy asked, holding them up with her hands and running her fingers lightly over the perky brown nipples. "I know you liked my pussy, but you haven't said anything about my titties yet. Do you think they're pretty, dear?"

Henry looked up from his kneeling position. "Oh, yes, Miss Mortensen!" he gasped out. "They're beautiful!"

Betsy smiled down at Henry. This was working even better than she had imagined. She was completely in control. Henry would do whatever she wanted, without the slightest hesitation.

"Why don't you come a little closer, dear," she invited softly. "Don't be afraid, dear. I know just what you're feeling, right now. I felt the same way the first time I saw a man's cock. It's kind of scary, isn't it, Henry? Scary and exciting at the same time! Now, don't worry, dear. There's nothing to be afraid of. You won't do anything wrong. Just come a little closer and look at my nice, hot pussy. Come here, Henry. That's right. Just a little closer, dear, darling boy."

Betsy wanted to throw herself in Henry's arms and shout for him to fuck her, but she knew she had to play out this strange and exciting game to the very end. Henry moved forward slightly and Betsy smiled warmly in encouragement.

"Just a little closer, darling," she murmured. Her slick cunt was creaming hotly in response to his forward movement.

Betsy reached down and spread the wet, pink lips of her moist pussy. She framed her silky beaver with the fingers of both hands, smiling all the while.

"Come on, dear," she whispered eagerly.

"Touch me right here, lover. I want you to. Touch me, dear boy!"

Henry reached forward eagerly, and touched the silky inside of Betsy's hot, forbidden pussy. He shivered uncontrollably and felt a warm flush of desire originate in his balls and spread upward to the very tip of his throbbing and pulsing cock.

"Oooooh! So warm!" he gasped as his fingers made contact with her hot pussy-flesh.

Betsy covered his trembling fingers with hers and pressed his hand flat against her throbbing cunt. "Do you feel how hot my pussy is, darling Henry?" she asked softly. "It's all hot and wet for you, lover! I'll bet that you never thought you could make my pussy all hot and wet, did you, Henry?"

Henry stopped trying to speak. It was no use. He was too horny to even talk! All he could think about was Miss Mortensen's hot, moist pussy and his hot, raging cock.

"But you're just barely touching me, dear!" Betsy said, frowning slightly. "It must be hard for you to see in that position. I know what I'll do for you, you dear boy," she continued in a low, lusty voice. "I'll just sit clown here on the couch and you can really see my hot, pink pussy! Would you like that, Henry?"