"Teenage wives" - читать интересную книгу автора (Peter John)

II: A SPECIAL BOUQUET

Tom arrived home that night with a bouquet of roses for his young bride. She was rosey cheeked and exuberant, happy to see her new groom. He'd had a good first day back at work, and he was quick to tell Janet how much he missed her. Right after dinner he took her in his arms, while she was doing the dishes, and stroked down to her butt. "You know," he said, "there are a couple of things I haven't shown you yet."

"Really?" she said. "Show me now." She put her dishcloth aside and hugged Tom. She stroked his dark curly hair with her two hands. She pulled his face close to hers and kissed him hard on the mouth. She gave him all of her tongue. "It might hurt," he said, pulling away. "Will you mind if it

Hurts at first?"

"Nothing," she said, "could hurt as much as that first night. Nothing." He massaged her buns for another instant and then took her by the hand. "Come on," he said, "I'll show you something new."

In the bedroom they undressed each other. Slowly but surely Janet worked her husband's trousers off. On the way, she kissed his meat on the shaft. Then she sucked on the head of the joint and rubbed it with her tongue. She used her hands to play with his balls at the same time. She stroked his nut nest up and down with her light, young fingers. Finally, she pressed her naked breasts up against his meat and balls. "I like your cock," she said. "I like the way it's big and firm."

He took her under the arms and told her to lie down on the bed. She stretched out on her back. He came over to her with a tube of lubricant. "You won't need that," she said. "Just look." She spread her legs and pointed to her pussy. "See how wet I am?"

He unscrewed the tube and set it on the end table. "Just in case," he said. "Now roll over."

"What?" she said. "I don't get it. You want to do it with me on my belly?"

"Yes," he said, "you'll understand in a minute." He spread her buns out as soon as she rolled over. He was yet to have put his finger in her asshole, let alone his prick. "Tell me if you like this," he said. He applied a digit to her rectum.

"Oh, well," she said, "That does feel rather nice." She shook her ass. "Try going a little harder." He shoved his finger all the way into her asshole, and she screamed in agony. "Oh, God, no, Tom. It's too much."

"We need the juice," he said. He dipped his fingers into her cunt and brought out a supply of ease juice. He flooded her anal crease with the stuff, and just to be sure he applied a thin coating of synthetic ooze as well. Then he greased his cock. "O.k.," he said, "I think you'll like this once we get into it, but you have to give it a minute." He reached under her pelvis, spread her loins from within, and grabbed her clit with two fingers. Then he mounted her anus.

"Oh, Christ," she hollered, "That's hurting me, darling. Please, no, it's killing me. No." But she had to admit that she did like the feel of something stretching out her bowels that way, even if it did hurt at first. It reminded her of her first enema and how it felt like her insides were exploding like a bursting balloon. She couldn't believe how big her husband's penis was. It seemed to be making her feel constipated. She couldn't understand how he managed to cram it all in there. But she had to admit, even though she screamed bloody murder, that the big pecker and his clit stroking was getting her damn hot. "Jesus," she mumbled into her pillow, "I don't know what to make of it."

"Try squeezing your asshole muscles," he told her. "Just give a little tight squeeze, Eh?"

She did as he said, contracted her long anus muscle on his big thick meat. "Like that?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Tom. "That's the way." He stroked down further, filled his teenage wife's bunghole with all of his cock muscle. He could feel her long smooth muscles going to work on his dick head and shaft. It didn't take long for her to get the hang of it. She might have been young, but she was a born fuck artist. She knew how to move, and she liked moving right. It gave her a thrill to know that she was only a teenager and still she could give a man all the sensual pleasure he might want. And it didn't matter to her how old the man was, either. She liked a boner, and she liked it even up her asshole. "God, Tom," she said, "we should have tried this a lot sooner."

"Quick convert, eh?" he said, his prick flying at full mast in her anus. "I guess you do everything right, baby." He stroked out and relaxed for a minute.

"I feel hollow now," she said. "Why'd you stop?"

"Just a little breather," he said. "Maybe you'd like me to give you something else that you might like."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well, I went by a store on the way home today, and I got you this." He reached down under the bed and brought out a package. "If you get lonely," he said, opening the box, "and I'm not around, you can use this thing to make yourself happy. And if I am around, we can both play with it to get you really hot." He pulled out an expensive vibrator. "Do you like it?"

"I don't even know what it is," she said.

He put in a couple of nine-volt batteries, which he’d also, bought, and clamped the back end of the machine closed. "It's a synthetic prick, darling, and it's going to make all the holes in your body feel good. Spread your legs and we'll try it out." She spread her legs and he stuffed her vagina with the machine. "It's got three speeds. This is the slow one," said Tom, turning the device on. It started whirring softly between Janet's cunt lips. He stroked up to her clitoris.

"Try the high speeed," she said. "I can't… oooooh, God… fuck!" She suddenly started to writhe in passion. Her legs folded all the way closed on the thick piece of shaking plastic. "Jesus," she grunted, "that thing's amazing." Tom stuffed his teenage wife's cunt with the big synthetic penis. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers, now, and managed to show Tom all of her twat. "Oh, Jesus," she said, "married life is the best, darling. Really the best."

While Tom stroked her cunt with the dildo, he also applied a finger to her freshly buggered asshole. He shoved his digit up into the anus while keeping the vibrating phallus rolling in her cunt tube. "Fucking-A," she grunted, "that's the best. You have both holes at once."

"I'm goanna switch now," he said. He pulled the dildo out of her cunt and slipped his finger from her anal crotch. Then he pushed the dildo into her asshole and flicked her clit with his finger. "How's that?" he asked.

"That's big bitchin'," she grunted. "I love it both ways." She shook with chills. Her titties turned bright red, especially the erect nipples. Her chest perspired with fever. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. "I'm getting so damn hot, Tom," she said. "I want your prick in me." He took his finger out of her cunt and adjusted his position. He had a bulging penis just from fiddling with her cunt and anus. Now he was going to fuck her smooth twat, and that made him even harder. He jammed his cock down her love tunnel, and she lifted her legs. He kept the dildo going at the same time. Thus he was fucking her with his penis and buggering her anus with the new sex toy.

"Oh, God," she cried out. "Oh, my fucking Lord. Oh, God. Jesus fucking asshole that's bitchin', Tom. That's really tough." She shook her waist from side to side and rubbed his cock with her fleshy interior cave. It didn't take her long to start getting little chills and ready for orgasm. "I'm gonna come," she moaned. "I'm gonna fucking come." She reached around and grabbed his buttocks. She cupped his hairy cheeks and pulled his cock down into her twat tube. Finally, she hitched up her hips and rubbed the ceiling of her pussy up and down on her young husband's dick. She could feel the spongy mushroom head of his joint jamming on her clitoris, and she could also feel him pumping the electric organ into her asshole. "It's gonna be… good… Tom… ooooh.. good…" She could say no more. Her body started shaking. She flooded her cunt hole with fresh ease juice as she sprayed all over his terrific and powerful prick. "I'm coming," she moaned, squeezing on the flesh muscle inside her tube. "I'm fucking coming like a mother-fucking idiot. Oh, God, Lord, please… oh…" The combination of a cock in her twat, a plastic prick in her asshole sent Janet Tibbleton into the land of sexual bliss. She nearly passed out.

Her face blushed when she came back to reality and realized that Tom continued to pound his meat into her pussy. "Oh, God," she grunted, "I can't believe it. I'm still coming." She rocked her hips. He no longer had the joint stuffed up her asshole. He only had his prick in her twat, but that was enough. She gyrated on it, shifted her weight and rolled on it, yelled out that she was the happiest wife in the world, and then came again.

This time Tom shot his wad, too. He sprayed a full load of jism into her pussy cave and pulled out. "There," he said, leaving the teenager shaking with fresh chills. "How's that?"

"Oh, Tom…" she moaned, beside herself with passion. "I don't know how to tell you." She watched him with a red face. She saw him light up a cigarette. "How can you be so cool afterwards?" she moaned. "I'm still fucking hot as a coal." She spied the dildo at the foot of the bed. "Do you mind if I try out the new toy? Just to see what it's like?"

Tom shook his head. "That's what it's there for."

She reached down and fondled the plastic cock as though it were alive. She suddenly took it in both hands and fisted it into her sweltering cunt tube. She turned it on to full speed and jammed it against her clitoris. She went sliding up and down on the technological muscle, giving her body a good steady rubbing and a long even ride. She manipulated the vibrating portion of the thing against her clit, and she made sure that she didn't let loose until her twat-pecker was twitching. "Oooh, God," she muttered to herself. Tom watched her. She was jerking herself off, masturbating herself with the new toy, and loving every minute of it. He was surprised to see how much of the huge plastic shaft her pussy could accommodate. Except for the handle, most of the prick portion of the machine was inside his wife's tube. She had a good hold on the shaking thing, and she had her legs spread wide so that she could manipulate it in several directions whenever she wanted. "I love it,"^ she moaned. "I really do love it."

Tom reached out and squeezed her tit-ties. "Oh, yes," she panted, "that's good too." For just an instant, Tom wondered if bringing home the imitation cock had been such a good idea. Then he realized that it was an excellent idea. She could always work out with the thing, make herself hot, and then he could fuck her. It would save him a lot of trouble, that way, and he wouldn't have to waste a lot of time with foreplay when he didn't want to. He smiled to himself as he continued to fondle her big nipples and soft pendular breasts. Young Janet continued to work the machine in and out of her juicing vagina.

"You want to fuck my asshole again?" she asked softly. "I'd like that. We were just getting started with that when you stopped, you know." She turned her head sideways but kept the machine going in her pussy. "Do you?"

"Yeah," he said. "Good idea." The machine never left. Janet’s pussy. Tom took over and rubbed it up and down in his teenage wife's pussy hole. He could hear it whirring, sending her higher and higher on the ecstasy ladder. Her smooth legs were chilled and blushing. There was goose flesh everywhere. He stroked up and down in her cunt tube until he was sure that she was on the verge of another climax. Then he pulled the machine out of her tube. "Over," he said. "Roll over and let me get this thing in again."

She turned over and showed him her lovely cream-colored moon. He spread her buns and looked at the delightful virgin rectum. He was going to give her the full screwing this time, no stopping, no giving way to her screaming. He applied the dildo from the underside when Janet came up on hands and knees. Then he slammed his cock into her anus.

"Fuuuuuuck," she grunted, "that's too fucking…" He didn't stop. She moaned and complained and wiggled so much that he had to let loose of the dildo. It went rolling onto the side of the bed and continued to whir. Tom didn't pay that any mind. He reached under with his finger and found out his teenage wife's cunt-button. He pressed the clit muscle between his two fingers and kept her pussy juicing that way. His cock, though, was buried deep in ass flesh, exactly where he wanted it. He stroked hard, pushed his pelvis flat against her young soft white buns. They spread out because of his thick meat, and her interior muscle pushed closer around his thick meat. "Oooh, Christ," she hollered, "no Tom. No. I was wrong. It's too much. It's so big. It's too soon. Wait."

There was to be no waiting. Tom jammed hard; He jackhammered his TNT pecker deep into the butt cave. The head of his joint was buried in ass bowel. He had a good hold on Janet, one that she wouldn't forget. He had her neck in one hand, her waist in his arm. He could move her, or prevent her movement, in any direction he chose. "Come on, baby," he said. "Squeeze and bear it. Squeeze that flesh smile of yours." He rubbed hard and enjoyed the tight bunghole flesh on his stiff cock. A moment later he flashed a wad of sticky hot jism into the bottom of her anal basin. He let himself mutter: "I love you, darling," before he let loose of her neck. She squirmed off of his impaling rod, and he fell into a spent heap of flesh. "Nice," he moaned. "Very, very nice."

"That's easy for you to say," said Janet Tibbleton. "I mean really." She scratched her sore rump. "My rectum will never be the same."

"Come on," said Tom with his eyes still closed. "Didn't you say the same thing about your twat about two weeks ago. I mean you said that your pussy wouldn't ever recover. But the next day you couldn't keep your hands off of me. Isn't that right? In the hotel room? You remember? Or downstairs during dinner the next night? You remember that? While we were eating? Well, it's gonna be the same with your asshole. In a day or so you're going to start pumping that prick I bought you up your anus and then two days later you'll be asking me to fuck you up the asshole every chance we get. Now isn't that right?"

"I don't know," she said. "It felt good, but it hurts now." She leaned her head on his chest. "Maybe you're right." She was facing his crotch. "Say, Tom," she said, "Look at your cock. It's getting big again. Just like that."

"I was thinking about our honeymoon," he said. "You know what I mean?"

"Sure," said Janet. "It happens to me, too." She smiled and reached down to her new husband's fresh firming joint. "It's getting so big already. So soon." She stroked it with two fingers. She palmed the head and rolled her soft, silky skin across the spongy tip. It turned red, blushed as it filled with a fresh supply of his passionate blood. "It's getting bigger even. It's expanding," she added. "Wow!" She had to use two hands to get her full of the meat. She leaned down close and used her mouth on the tip of the hog. She sucked it hard and then looked up at Tom. "Do you want to do it in my cunt? Just one more time before we go to sleep?"

"You know I do," said Tom. "No way that I wouldn't." He rolled over and pushed Janet onto her back. "Wait a second," he said, "I think we'd be better off if you were standing up. Get up."

She climbed off the bed and took a position leaning her hands onto the mattress. Her legs were spread and Tom mounted her from the rear in her pussy. He shoved his cock all the way up the channel and Janet started shaking her hips, rolling her buns. He held onto those silky soft bun cheeks, rubbed his hands around and around on them, and then he went sliding his fingers onto the flat of her pelvis. It didn't take long for Janet to get to pumping her body up and down, doing a kind of sexual pushup with Tom's prick high in her fleshy in-sides. "God," she moaned, "I loved it, darling. I love the feel of that big hot penis of yours in my pussy. Nothing will ever make me so happy." She had her eye on the dildo as she said it and she wondered if she wouldn't be spending all of the following day with the big artificial limb stuffed in her cunt. "You know," she murmured, "science has come a long way."

Tom couldn't hear her. He was concentrating on those automatically squeezing cunt muscles of hers. They were sliding up and down on his prick, grabbing it and making him stiffer and hotter than ever. It was a wet, tantalizing rub down for the head of his cock muscle. He knew that in another few seconds he would be spilling out what remained of his come. His nuts would chill and freeze, his cock would throb, twitch, and then would come the moment of blissful silence when his brain would explode with ecstasy, and, finally, the jism would pour out into the contracting flesh chamber his wife called her pussy. "Ahhhhhh, fuck," he moaned when it finally happened, but it wasn't anything like the way he imagined it. When it was over he stroked out.

"Well," said Janet Tibbleton, all energetic and eager for more, "is that all, darling?"

"For now," he said, "that will have to do."

"I see," she said, turning out the lamp on her side of the bed.

Tom smoked a cigarette in the dark. He wondered if he was going to be able to handle his new wife. She was a lot hotter now that she was no longer a virgin than she was before their marriage. There was something about the legal permission to fuck that made his teenage bride hotter, lustier, hornier, and more difficult to satisfy than he'd expected. He'd fucked her three times in one night and still she wanted more. He'd mounted her asshole and she liked it in the end. He'd fucked her cunt twice and she still was bitching for more cock in there. He couldn't figure it out. She must have been one of the horniest wenches he'd ever met. He wondered how much it would take out of him to keep her sexually gratified. A moment later, half-asleep, he felt her hand wrapping around his cock. "Oh, God," he moaned, "please…"