Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"I want to fuck you, Liz, but I wouldn't like for the whole damn island to know about it before sundown." He studied her speculatively. "I hope you know how to keep a secret."

Her now dreamy jade eyes dropped to the hard-on straining against his swim trunks. "Try me."

"I intend to."

She moistened her strawberry lips in a nervous gesture. "Will it hurt?"

"A little. But not for long." He grinned. "Let me prove it. Come here."

"Come where?"

"On my lap."

The diminutive redhead obeyed quickly. Her firm butt came into contact with his prick and made his breath catch in his throat. The feeling was akin to holding a live bomb on his lap. He had made it with young chicks before, but Liz was so tiny and so fragile-looking she gave the appearance of being younger than she actually was. He shrugged, thought, Here goes…

The palms of his hands came to rest against her narrow hips, right over the place where the lower part of her bikini ended. Her warm flesh excited him, and his mouth suddenly went dry.

His cock throbbed.

Liz squirmed on his lap and said, "Your thing feels nice against my fanny, Daniel."

He chuckled. "That thing, as you call it, is my cherry-picker, pussycat."

"It's a lovely cherry-picker."

"Thanks."

"And it feels so long and fat against my fanny. Like a hunk of bicycle tire. I hope it'll fit inside me."

"And it won't hurt much?"

"I don't think so. You might feel some discomfort, but after I pop your cherry, you should enjoy the fucking I'm going to give you. However, if you don't want to…"

She squirmed. "Don't be an idiot, Daniel. I couldn't walk away from your dingus even if I wanted to, and I don't want to. I want to learn how to fuck."

"Like a whore?"

"Like a good whore."

He placed his hands on her tits. "I'll teach you, pussycat."

"Hurry."

"Relax. I'm going to slip my hand under your halter and fool around with your tits for a while."

"Don't talk about it. Do it."

He shifted his rump a bit. The sand was soft and he was hard. He exhaled loudly and slipped a hand under Liz's halter. He cupped a firm tit and kneaded it slowly, gently, and in a minute he felt cock-juice soaking into his trunks.

Damn, he thought. I keep doing this and I'll blow my nuts before I get inside her pussy.

Liz was feeling something, too, for at this point she was moaning and squirming all over his lap. She was hot to trot; he wanted her just a bit hotter. He found the peak of the boob he held and massaged it between thumb and forefinger. Her nipples were tiny buds just yet, but he knew that in another year or so, after a few mouths sucked on them, that they would probably blossom to the size of ripe acorns.

Liz shuddered and whispered harshly, "Your hand feels nice on my titty, Daniel. Real nice. Would you like to kiss my boobs?"

"I'd like to do more than that, babe. I'd like to gnaw on them."

"Gnaw away, Daniel."

He needed no second invitation. He tugged away her halter, then lowered his lips and trapped a pink nipple between them. He sucked one, then the other, until Liz's hips went wild and announced that she was more than ready to meet her maker.

"Now?" he asked.

"You've got to be kidding."

He eased Liz from his lap and stretched her out on the warm sand, on her back. She watched with passion-clouded eyes as he hooked his fingers into her bikini bottom and clawed it free of her body. He tossed the scrap of cloth aside and took his first glimpse of her virginal cunt. There was a full patch of beaver here, and it covered her cunt-mound with all the glory of fuzz on a peach. Sight of her twat and the knowledge that no man had tapped the well, filled him with the wildest urge to put his face between her legs and make like a crotch cannibal.

Liz panted, "Stop staring at the goodies and get with it, Daniel. Do something, do anything! God, I'm burning up! My pussy feels as though it ran into a blowtorch. Cool me off!"

"I will. Spread your legs." Liz obeyed.

"Beautiful."

"Aren't you going to get naked?"

Dan smiled crookedly and stood up to remove his swim trunks.

Liz swallowed hard as his petrified prick popped into view, and said, "You're bigger than you felt, Daniel."

"Scare you?"

"Shit."

He gripped his pulsating cock in his right hand and dropped to his knees between her scissored legs. He became oblivious to the world around him as he pressed the velvety knob of his drooling dong against the tense lips of her twat and went about the pleasant task of turning a little girl into a well-fucked woman.

"Easy," Liz cautioned. "Easy."

He moistened the lips of her cunt with his pre-cum, then forced the tip of his cock between them. Liz grunted. He withdrew and asked, "Am I hurting you?"

"A little, but don't stop." She tried to spread her legs wider. "I'm not afraid of your cock. I want all of it."

"Now?"

And now it was.

He gripped her dimpled butt and hunched forward a bit. The tight, virginal lips of her twat hurt the tip of his cock. He withdrew and spat in the palm of his hand. Then he lubricated a finger with the saliva and tried to loosen her cunt up a bit with it. He managed to work his finger in her pussy-hole past the knuckle before Liz said, "Oooohhh, your finger hurts!"

He didn't remove it. He knew what he was doing. He stiffened his finger and crammed it deep in her cunt. Liz grunted, then whimpered, "You broke something, you broke something!"

He backed his digit from her snatch and found blood on it. He smiled and said, "I think I just popped your cherry, pussycat. The rest should be easy."

Liz relaxed with a laugh. "I think so, too. The pain's gone, Daniel."

He nuzzled the knob of his dong against the lips of her pussy once more. "Good deal! Now we can get down to the business of fucking."

"Be gentle with me."

"Relax, pussycat. I won't hurt you again."

But he did.

He gripped her dimpled butt and buried his cock in her cunt with one brutal thrust. By the time Liz's scream faded into the nearby coconut palms, his balls were resting against her pussy fur. He didn't stop to comfort her. He dropped his hungry mouth to her left tit and sucked on the nipple while he went through the motions of throwing a wild fuck into her.

"You're hurting me," Liz rasped through clenched teeth. "Damn you, damn you, stop!"

He didn't stop. He knew how to break in a new pussy. The cherry was gone; the rest of the trip would be easy. He tightened his grip on her writhing ass. He continued to suck her left tit while he slapped the meat to her. A minute or two later the agony drained from Liz's cunt and her hips changed tempo. Now she was happy. He sensed this and knew that his prick was getting good to her. A moment later she verified it.

"I like it," she panted as she coiled her legs around his waist and bounced her ass tip and down to meet his every lunge. "I never knew anything so big could feel so good inside my pussy! Ah, Daniel! Fuck me, fuck me good!"

He fucked her silly. He took his time. He removed her nipple from between his lips and came to a half-kneeling position between her legs. He leaned back a little and watched his prick worm in and out of her box, and for a flickering moment he felt as though he were fucking a child of nine or ten. Then the feeling passed and he thought, No kid here. This cunt's not a child… it is all woman!

Liz's warm arms tightened around his neck and he saw a cloudy quality appear in her green eyes. He knew she was on the brink of having her first climax. This was good. His own balls ached with the pent-up jism that would soon erupt and gush out of his prick into her cunt. He thought about withdrawing a second before he popped, but during that hairy second it became too late; he buried his cock deep within her melting pussy and popped his wad. He felt his fuck-juice squirting into Liz as she shuddered with delight, until the last drop of cum spurted out of his dick, and then he collapsed on top of her and lay still.