Jason Cannon - Wet dream wife

To say that Homer fell short of her dreams would be an understatement. She had married him to get away: away from her parents, away from the sleepless nights with the pangs of passion burning like the fires of hell inside her youthful pussy.

Marni Ross' parents, especially her mother, insisted on strict hours: home by ten, in bed by ten-thirty. The strictness her mother imposed included her friends, both male and female. It seemed that all her fun had to end just when everyone else's was beginning.

She first met Homer Lyles in the drugstore where she worked. And the meeting didn't mean very much to her. She was eighteen, he was twenty-one, and already established with his own delivery business. The fact that he was little more than a truck driver who was a messenger boy didn't bother her when she met him.

Between Marni's eighteenth and nineteenth year she made friends with Lottie Henderson. Lottie was an open girl who made friends easily. Especially male friends.

Marni soon found out why.

Lottie, even though she was a year younger than Marni, had already let boys fuck her. The most recent was a boy named Carl Fields. He had quit school and gone to work as a mechanic in a garage. According to Lottie, Carl had been with a lot of older women who had taught him just how to satisfy a girl.

When Lottie related how he had so skillfully fucked her, and how the come he had given her had been so much better with his cock and his mouth that it had ever been with just her fingers, it drove Marni wild with desire to do the same herself with a boy – any boy.

She wanted to experience the delights of a cock, the wild rapture she was sure she could find in the pure joy of sex with a man. She was also sure that a cock would still the fires forever that burned in her cunt and mind. The fires that, at times, threatened to destroy her sanity.

Carl had a friend – Homer Lyles.

At the drugstore Homer had been strange to her. He had seemed shy and barely spoke to her. But he was totally different when she met him at Lottie's.

For some strange reason, the minute Marni saw his big, lumbering form she was sure he was the boy she had lain awake thinking about, the boy she had dreamed would give her the sex she so desperately needed and the freedom she so desperately wanted.

After the first meeting it was the total topic of Marni's conversation with Lottie. When could they all get together and do more than just fondle and kiss? When could they get together and fuck?

The opportunity finally arose when Lottie's parents attended a party at a friend's home in a nearby town. They wouldn't return until the wee hours of the morning. It was perfect. Marni was to stay overnight with Lottie to keep her company.

At first it was awkward because neither of the boys knew Marni that well. Also, Lottie hadn't told them what to expect. Marni felt a little better when both the boys made it very clear that they liked Lottie's big-titted friend very much.

Breaking the ice between them was slow. Carl and Lottie had no such problem. While they were watching television, Lottie made a point of pressing her tits against his shoulder and, now and then, passing her hand over the swiftly rising bulge in the front of his pants.

When they were both so hot that they couldn't stand it any mote, Lottie boldly took his arm and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

All the lights except the television were off in the living room. Homer was standing by the couch facing Marni, the front of her body and part of his face in shadow. She moved to him, knowing full well that anything he wanted to do with her would be all right.

She stopped a few inches from him and felt his arms go around her. His hands cupped her taut asscheeks through the thin material of her dress and squeezed. His touch sent chills up her spine and downward to stab desire in the already wet slot between her quivering thighs.

He kissed her on the cheek and then moved his lips up and down her neck. Marni had sensed he was about to do just that, but it still sent even more shivers through her anxious body.

She was just about to urge him to take her clothes off when he spoke. "Don't worry," he assured her. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."

Marni could feel her whole body responding to him. Silly, she thought. She wanted him to do everything to her. Rape her, even, if he wanted to. And all he could do was reassure her that he wasn't going to do anything she didn't want him to do!

He kissed her on the lips, and when he pressed his body against hers, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter. Both their lips were moist and warm, and as they kissed, he ran his hand lightly over her face, adding to the excitement of the moment.

Then he moved his head back a bit so that their lips were just barely touching, and then ran the tip of his wet tongue over her upper lip and then over the lower. At first Marni didn't know what he was doing, but she liked it. He pressed his open mouth against hen and poked his tongue inside her mouth until it touched hers.

He held heir even tighter and, shoving his tongue even farther back into her mouth, he rubbed it back and forth across her hot tongue.

She enjoyed what he was doing. It was so intimate and exciting that she felt paralyzed. She could have easily just closed her mouth, but instead she languished in the feelings he was producing with his mouth and tongue. Her pulse was beating faster and her own tongue moved against his, together performing a little dance.

As their tongues caressed, their bodies pressed closer. Marni could feel his erect prick pressing against her belly. He made no pretense of not having a hard-on. Instead he deliberately and slowly rubbed against her, poking it against her body from her navel to her thigh.

She was sure he would be a great lover. He was awkward, and he was clumsy, and he was at times a little rough. But nevertheless she was sure. She had never been this aroused by a boy, by anyone or anything, so it must be so.

It was hard for her to distinguish her own breathing because he was breathing so hard too. The sounds seemed to blend into one. There was something very exciting about being so helpless in Homer's arms, his tongue exploring her mouth and his cock rubbing against her.

He pulled her down onto the sofa and lay on top of her. She instinctively spread her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they continued their long kiss while he pumped his hips, pressing against her in a slow, sensuous movement.

She kept feeling the full length of his prick as it moved again and again against her. Each time he pressed forward, he uttered a little groan of pleasure and tongued her tongue harder with his own.

One of his hands slipped down to her shoulder and then rested on her tit. He began massaging it through her blouse, moving his hand back and forth ever the firm mound. She had never felt a boy's hand on her breast before, and it made her tense at first. But as he continued to rub her tit, it felt better and better. It seemed to her as though her breast were getting bigger and more sensitive to his touch as time went on. And the more he did it, the more that voluptuous feeling spread through her body. Her whole being was aroused, but the center of her pleasure was still the tit he was fondling.

Her head swirled with drugged delight. At last, at last! she thought. She pushed her breast toward Homer to make it even more accessible to his touch, and pressed her thighs upward to meet his pumping hips and thick, anxious cock.

He kissed and sucked her neck, while both of their bodies moved together rhythmically. He nibbled at her ear and breathed into it.