Andy Gorman: The wife went wild

"Oh, Paul, that's exciting… it's beautiful," she murmured.

Paul took hold of his cock and began to pump it.

"Do you want me to jerk off… I'm just about coming now."

"Yes, let me watch," Babs whispered.

"What about the cum? It'll go all over the place."

"That's okay, just let it shoot!"

Paul licked his hand and began to pump his cock. He put his other hand around his balls and bent his back slightly.

Babs watched fascinated as the boy's foreskin slipped to and fro over his cockhead. It took only a few short strokes before Paul grunted: "It's coming, it's coming!"

The first couple of jets went arching out across Babs' legs stretched out on the bed. She put her hand down and let the hot spurts cover it, then she rubbed her cum-soaked hand on her tits. She leaned down to Paul's cock and said, "Put it in my mouth, darling," and let the last few jets shoot into her mouth.

Even the tail-end spurts had enough force to hit the back of her throat.

"That was wonderful, Paul. I loved watching you jerk off. Come back and kiss me," she said, patting the bed beside her.

Paul got on to the bed and Babs pulled him back and putter mouth against his and darted her tongue in and swept it around his teeth and inside his lips.

"Do you want to suck my tits again?" she offered.

Paul rolled her on her back and buried his face in her tits. He suddenly pulled back.

"I'm sorry," he said. "They're all spunky and there's cum on your blouse."

"That's all right, Paul. You can't fuck without spilling same spunk."

She lay back and held Paul's head as he went back to mouthing her tits. She put her hand down between their bodies and grasped his still erect cock.

Babs had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of having her tits sucked. She tried to get out of her mind the sight of Paul's erect prick with its attractive-looking head but instead, all that came into her mind was an image of Paul's cock going in and out of her cunt.

She had started out with the idea of teasing Paul a little, perhaps letting him touch a tit through her clothes. Now her panties were wet with cunt-juice and she wanted a fuck – wanted it badly, and with this boy.

She grasped a handful of his hair and pulled his head up to kiss her. He continued to squeeze her tits.

She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand as his tongue swept around her mouth. She took his hand off her tit and pulled it down to her crotch.

"Touch me, Paul," she urged. "I want you to touch me."

She parted her legs and he thrust his fingers between them.

"Oooow, you're all wet," he said, taking his hand away.

Babs giggled lewdly.

"I haven't peed myself," she reassured him. "That's fuck-juice. Ever since the first sight I had of your cock, my cunt has been just pouring juice. That's so that your cock can go into my cunt more easily if we have a fuck."

His cock gave a sudden jump in her hand. "Do you want to see my cunt? Take my panties off, darling."

She raised her ass off the bed while Paul pulled her panties off. She pushed her skirt off and sat up to throw off her blouse. Paul, kneeling beside her, gave a soft whistle as he saw her lying naked.

"See my cunt, Paul? It's there for you. You can play with it and fuck it and cum up it and do what you like with it."

Paul was in a whirl as he looked at Babs lying submissively, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He felt a bit shy about touching her cunt, but he had played with her tits enough to know she liked that, so he bent down and sucked her nipples again.

Babs was ready for more, so she grasped his hand and put it on her cunt.

"Play with it, Paul, it wants you."

She opened her legs wide so that Paul's fingers felt her hot wet cuntlips. The boy's cock told Babs the feel of her cunt was getting through to him. His prick felt as hard as if it were carved out of mahogany, yet she could feel his pulse in it.

"That's lovely, Paul," Babs murmured, pressing his hand more firmly against her cuntlips. "Put your fingers into my… don't be afraid of hurting me."

Paul worked his fingers up and down her cuntal slit, and once or twice brushed her clit without really knowing what made Babs suddenly go tense and moan loudly.

"Oh, Paul, that's my cunt… that's beautiful," she moaned.

The sight of her body moving passionately beside him made his senses spin. He had seen plenty of pictures in color magazines of naked girls, but that was nothing compared with the excitement of watching Babs wriggle and squirm as he thrust his fingers in and out of her cunthole.

It soon became clear to him that no matter how far he thrust his fingers into her cunt, he did not hurt her. On the contrary, the farther he poked them into her, the more passionate was her response.

He could feel that since he had been fingering her cunt the sticky fluid had increased to a flood. It was hot and slippery and was smothering his hand.

"Does that feel nice?" she asked.

"Oh, Babs, it feels great! I think I'm going to come!"

"Don't come yet. Just stop and cool down for a few moments."

She let go of his cock and pulled his hand away from her cunt.

"Now just relax… think of something else for a while… imagine you're riding a wave to the shore!"

Paul held his wet hand up.

"That's your cunt-juice," he said.

Babs took his hand and licked his fingers.

"Want to taste it?"

Paul put his hand to his lips.

"It smells nice." Then after he had licked some of the juice off, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked. "And it tastes lovely, too, it tastes of you! Now you've cooled down a bit get on top of me, darling… I want a fuck."

The very mention of the word was enough to excite Paul's cock, which had been standing erect, to new stiffness. Babs saw that as it stiffened more of its head poked out of his foreskin. The prospect of being fucked by a boy heightened her excitement, but a boy with an uncut prick, which she had never had before, raised her excitement to fever pitch.

As Paul got between her legs, she bent her knees and felt for his cock. She took hold of it and rubbed its sensitive head up and down the length of her soft, moist cuntlips.

"Push it right into me, darling," she urged. "You can get it in right up to your balls."

The heat of her slippery pussy made his pulse race.

"That's it, Paul! Put it all in… I want to feel every inch of it right up my hot cunt! My cunt's dying to be fucked, so fuck it in and out of me as hard as you can! I want to feel your balls hitting my ass each time you stuff your cock into my cunt!"

Hearing her talk dirty to him made Paul ram his prick into her as hard as he could. Once or twice he almost pulled it out on the withdrawal stroke, but he soon learned to judge how far he could pull back.

Babs moaned incoherently as his prick thrust in and out of her cunt. The boy was already fucking her cunt with the expertise of a seasoned seducer. He was too absorbed in driving his cock in and out of her cunt to be concerned about the finer aspects of fucking, but she did not mind.

He was not doing anything to make sure his cock was caressing her clit or that he was stimulating her tits, or even kissing her, but she was content to let him stab at her cunt.

The smooth head of his cock was rubbing against the greasy walls high up her fuck-hole, and that was giving her immense joy. The refinements of the technique of fucking would come on future occasions – and she was determined to make sure there were many.

Babs was driving her cunt at Paul's cock with all her strength. Her legs and arms held him tightly and she could guess from the sudden change in his heavy breathing pattern that he was about to come.

"That's it, darling! I'm waiting for it! Squirt it right up me… oh, that's beautiful."