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

V: BLOOD AND GUTS

The next morning, however, Janet Tibbleton woke up too late to have the privilege of her husband's joint. He'd long since left for work, and she was left empty-holed, as they say, with nothing but a dildo with which to satisfy her morning cave crave. But even the hefty plastic rod didn't do her much good. She shoved it in and out of her twat, got the juices going, but couldn't seem to get a good little clit hard-on. No matter how hard she tried, the plastic penis wouldn't satisfy her the way something made of flesh and blood, a bone-on in other words, would. She tossed the thing aside and moaned: "Fuck, what the hell am I supposed to do." She tried rubbing her tittles, pulling on the nipples and flicking her clit. She tried running two fingers at once up her twat while pulling on her sphincter muscle with another. She tried grease and oil on her body, and no matter how hard she worked at it, she just couldn't get herself to come the way she wanted to. Finally, in the bathroom, she jammed the douche bag nozzle up her anus and filled her bowels with a fresh enema. But even this particular form of self-abuse didn't satisfy her lusty appetite. She tried taking a cold shower to calm herself as well as cleanse herself, but that only left her refreshed, invigorated, and ready for more action.

Rather than dress and sit around the house, however, she thought of an idea. She would put on her bathing suit, a two-piece thin-strapped affair of leopard skin pattern, and would make her way to the beach. There, she hoped, in the early morning sun, she might find herself a good piece of cock, a man willing to satisfy her teenage carnal needs.

It only took her a little while to find the right beach, Santa Monica, and only a few minutes to size up the sunbathers. She saw immediately the young man she wanted, a handsome surfer type, a man not much older than twenty, and he seemed to be on the make himself. She put her towel near to where his board was stuck in the sand and started to spread out on the beach.

"Well, well, well," said the blond youth. "Look what we have here."

"Are you talking about me?" asked Janet Tibbleton, spreading ooze to protect her body against the hot morning sun. "Or what?" She caressed her loins with the suntan oil. A light sheen appeared on her satin flesh.

"You know I am, baby," said the surfer type. "What's your name?" He pulled his towel close to Janet's and sat next to her.

"My name is Janet," she said, spreading the oil evenly on the tops of her thighs.

"You think I could get some of that oil from you?" asked the surfer. "By the way,

my name's Kevin." "Sure, Kevin," said Janet. "Here you go."

She passed him the bottle of oil.

"It would be a lot nicer," said Kevin, "if you'd put it on for me." He showed her his back. She smiled and got up on her hands and knees and took the bottle of oil back from him. "What are strangers for," she asked, "if they can't put sun tan oil on each other, eh?" She spilled some of the oil into her young palms and then applied her hands to the surfer's back. She massaged her fingers into his strong shoulders. Sliding down along his spine and shoulder blades, she applied the oil to the top portion of his back. Her smooth, graceful fingers worked the ooze into his flesh. She rubbed at the base of his spine, too, and curled her fingers around his hips.

"Now for the front," said the surfer, lying down on his towel. "That's where I burn the most." Janet smiled. The surfer thought he was pulling something over on her. In fact, she loved the idea of rubbing his young, strong body. She was getting hotter and lustier all the time, and it was not just from the sun, She spread some more of the sunbath oil on her hands. She applied her open palms to his chest and then down on his belly. She worked her fingers into his stomach am moved dangerously close to his pelvis, When she arrived between his legs, on his loins, she rubbed hard on his thighs.

"That's nice, baby. You ever give professional massages?"

"No, I never did," said Janet Tibbleton, "but I wouldn't mind doing that. I like the] feel of a man's body in my hands. It makes me feel good. It's so sensual and all. And the idea of getting paid for something that makes you feel good, well, I kind of like that idea." She continued to spread her fingers around his thick thighs. Soon she arrived close to his balls, which were hidden in his swimming suit. But the bulge of his cock-that was not hidden. If anything, it was obvious and looming large. "It seems that; your body isn't the only thing that needs a massage, Kevin."

"You're right, Janet. What do you say you and I go over and take a look-see at my! Van?"

"Sure, stud," said Janet with a smile. She stroked across the bulge in his swimsuit. "I'd like that." she said.

He smiled back at her and led the way to his homemade house trailer. Inside were all the accoutrements of home, including a very soft and wide bed. Kevin locked the back of the trailer and quickly slipped out of his trunks. "Well, well, well," said young Janet, the new bride, "it seems like you have something else besides muscles to be interested in." She leaned down between his legs and stroked with her fingers at his big cock. "It's a nice hard flesh stick I'm talking about, surfer boy, in case you didn't know." "I kind of thought that's what you

mean," said Kevin. He reached around her back and undid the top of her scanty bikini. "Just let me get a little feel of those big bosoms of yours, eh?" He tossed aside the strap and went to work on her tittles. He used both hands to roll the hot mammary flesh in his fingers. He used his palms to stimulate just the nipples, and then he pressed her chest down into his naked crotch. Her hot titties went sliding and rubbing and pressing against his joint, along the shaft and up against the tip of his prick muscle. He liked the feel of her friendly flesh rubbing on his joint, the way she pressed her chest against his cock, the way she used her chest on his balls. She knew her way around a cock, that much was for sure. "Mmmm," she hummed, happy to be doing her work on his body. "I like how strong you are all over." She reached up and pressed her fingers into his shoulders while her chest went sliding on his member and his nut nest. Then she slid down to take hold of his cock with her hand. "Do you like to get header?" she asked. "Do you, surfer boy?"

"Sure, baby," he said, "you just go ahead and enjoy yourself."

She leaned down close and started sucking on Kevin's big thick hog. She rubbed the mushroom head between her lips and sucked with her tongue and her mouth. Soon his joint was banging in and out of her oral cavity, stroking in her face. She used all the suction she could to keep it good and tight, to make the seal just about perfect. "Wow," said Kevin, "that's perfect." He reached up around her silky blonde head and pushed her face down tight against his member. She was more than willing to let him cram as much of his hot pecker into her face as would fit.

When she had him hot enough she stood up in the van and undid her bottom strap. It was a cramped quarters and she had to keep her head bent down in order to stand. As a result her big pendular tittles were always hanging forward, ripe and ready for more fondling. "I like your chest, baby," said Kevin, and when he saw her cunt hole, he told her that he liked that, too.

"Just to be sure you like everything," said Janet Tibbleton, "let me show you this end, too." She turned around and kneeled, showing off her smooth rounded buns, her smooth brown groove, and, most of all, her smooth round little anus hole. "There it is," she said. "What do you think?"

"I like all of you, honey. You're just what the morning needed to make the day perfect." He reached out and stroked her naked ass flesh. He rubbed her cheeks from side to side and slid one finger into range of her anus. He popped the ball of his digit up into the hole, into the tube itself, and she let out a holler. "Oh, God," she grunted, "be careful. You don't want to spoil it all at once." "Why not?" asked Kevin with a chuckle?

He jammed his finger all the way up her asshole, and Janet ended up flat on her belly. He reached around and fondled her tit-ties with his other hand. He continued to screw her butt tube with his finger. He had it jammed all the way up the cavity. Her asshole was getting red hot, and her clit was beginning to twitch. If her clitoris had been tonsils, she'd have stuttered with her cunt. She was twitching and getting so hot that her pussy was drowning in fresh ooze, fresh clit juice. She was going to be an easy fuck-Kevin was sure. "Mmmm," he hummed, caressing her titty and working his finger out of her narrow tube, "this is going to be a nice, easy slide, eh, baby?"

"Oh, I sure do hope so," she moaned. "I like you because you're so strong-and so fast, too." She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. "Why don't you eat me for a little while? Just to show how much you appreciate how easy I am, eh?"

He went down on her. He ate out her clit muscle and her vaginal walls. He spread his tongue around her clit area, and he pressed his lips tight on her vagina flesh, He made sure the bush was nice and wet and he kept her legs spread wide so that he could get to any part of her body he wanted. It didn't take much time at all before young Janet started pumping her hips up and down and oozing out so much juice that it was going to be close to instant orgasm. "God," she moaned, "you really know how to eat a girl, Kevin. I never got so much tongue in me at once. I love it."

He smiled, wiped the clit juice off his chin, and climbed up to her tittles. "I think I ought to give your breasts a little of the same, eh?" He sucked up her big pendular cap and rolled it between his tongue and his lips. He sucked too hard at one point, and left a big hickey on her nipple. She complained that it wasn't nice to leave marks, but he just went on his way up to her neck, there to give her a nice smooth French kiss that landed, of course, in her mouth. "Mm-mmm," she hummed on his tongue, "that's really good." She could feel his long hard pecker sliding on her loin. He was getting a good hard rubbing going between her legs. Sometimes she closed her thighs on his meaty prick and gave him a good rubbing that way. Other times she managed to get hold of him with the outside lips of her cunt. Some of the time she was able to make him hot by rubbing her hips, and consequently her pussy, up and down along his joint. But wherever she did it, however she managed it, she was having a great time getting her rocks off. She was hot and young and lusty, and she liked having a big strange meat caressing, fondling her pussy hole. "It's good, Kevin," she told him, "it's really fucking damn good." She pulled his face close to her own and kissed him ardently on the lips. She gave him all of her tongue and pressed her chest up against his. A moment later her smooth nipples and soft tittles were pressing so hard on his body that he could feel every curve, every slope, every breath that she took. "Good," he moaned. "Really fucking good." And then his cock slipped into place, speared Janet Tibbleton's hot cunt vessel, "Oooh, Christ," she cried out. "Oh, good, it's big!" She wiggled her hips, and her sliding pussy contracted around his joint, She bore down hard, rubbed the topside of his phallus with full strength. She tugged on the head with fine, long muscles, which rolled across his dick. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nice."

He pulled back, hitched his hips, and held onto her pelvis with two hands. Then he slammed his flesh pecker into the young teenage twat canal. He filled the back of the vessel with mushroom head, hot spongy excited prick cap. "Oh, Jesus fucking-A Christ!" she hollered. "It's so big and fat, Kevin. I love it. I love that hog meat of yours. Fuck me harder! Fuck me really damn hard!" He kept his surging meat going at full speed inside her twat cavern. A moment later, while stroking in and out of her tube, he reached down and started to fondle her anus. He poked a finger into her asshole cunt and kept his cock going in her front cunt. It was sin city, all over the place, and Kevin and Janet were really enjoying themselves.

"Get ready, baby," he told her, taking her buns in both hands now. "I'm going to give you the works." "Your hot pudding?" she asked, running her nails down his turned-on back. "You gonna come?" "I'm going to flood you with jism, baby.

More sperm juice than you ever had in your life." With that he let loose, filled her tube with come, and didn't stop squirting off for a full minute. He flooded the whole fuck-tube with juice. "Wow," he said, feeling Janet suck it all up with her twat. "That-a-way, baby doll. That-a-way!" He yanked his pecker out of her hole and rolled off on the side of the makeshift van bed.

She smiled and climbed up around in front of him. She showed her big tittles to him. "Did you like fucking me?" she asked.

"Who wouldn't?" he asked her back. "You got big tits and a fine snatch. What more could a man ask for?"

"What about my asshole?" she asked. "Was that fun, too?" She swiveled her hips so that he could see her smooth buns and the little brown hole that was tucked away underneath. "Yeah," he said. "I like all of you. You're fucking A-l!"

He had a big smile on his face. Janet leaned down and pressed her tittles against his chest. She pressed her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it up and gave her some of his own. "You're hot," he said. "Just lose your virginity or something?"

"How'd you guess?" she whispered, kissing his ear and playing with his joint with her little fingers. She stroked the spent muscle into a fresh boner. "You're getting a new banana down there, Kevin," she said. "You going to give it to me when it's ripe?"

"Sure, baby," he said. "I wouldn't deny you another piece of that fruit cake. Not for anything." She squeezed his boner hard, tugged on it.

"Would you give it to me up the asshole this time?" asked Janet.

"Anywhere you want it," he said. "You just point to the hole and I'll stuff it up good. How's that sound?"

She pointed to her anus. "I want it now. We'll see how it sounds if you keep your word." She smiled and crawled into position. "You got any grease?"

"Sure," he said. He pulled out a tube of lubricant from beside the homemade bed; He opened it up and spilled some into his palm. He applied his open hand to the back of her ass. He spread the juice with the same steady concern with which she'd earlier rubbed down his back and legs. He worked the grease into her ass cheeks, into her ass groove, and, finally, into her tender little butt hole. "Mmmm," he hummed, fingering her anal cave, "that's got to feel good." "I sure do have to agree with that," said Janet. "I sure as hell do have to agree with that." She reached back one hand and pulled her cheek open and apart so that Kevin could get his finger further into the oily anus hole. "There," she said, "now you can really pump it up good, eh?" She waited for him to bury his finger in her asshole tube flesh. Sure enough, he jammed forward and managed to get the entire crevice filled with hot digit. "O.k.," she said, "now twist that finger. Really make me feel it." Kevin did his best, and when he tired of using his finger, he pulled it out and started using his cock. He lifted his big fuck-stick up into place. He pushed forward and the mushroom head went packing up into the butt slot. It didn't take long for his big cock meat to disappear entirely into the hot stiff rubbery tube. "There it is," he moaned. "You're tellin' me," said young Janet. "Mmmmm, there it is alright." She reached back and took Kevin's hand. "I need a little prestidigitation up here, too," she told him. She applied his finger to her clit. She worked the hot finger up and down until it was wet on her clit. Then she rubbed it into her hole. The cave pressed closer, just like her anus on his cock, and she had the best of all possible worlds. "Now, fuck me hard," she instructed the boy. "Fuck me really hard." He was older than she was, but she knew better than he how best to gratify her eager holes, her tremendous desires. "Really ram it, man," she pleaded with him. She lay flat and gave him all the room he needed. His flesh banana went flinging with his pounding hips, grinding into her butt cave. A moment later Janet Tibbleton was orgasmic.

It was easy to tell. For one thing she was screaming bloody murder. For another, she puddled juice into Kevin's palm. The surfer found his hand so slippery wet with ease juice that he couldn't tell what part of Janet's pussy he was fondling. She was also quivering and turning red, blushing like a bull in heat. She murmured toward the end-if everything else didn't inform Kevin that she was climaxing-that she was "so hot that she could burst into fuck flames!" Then she rolled her hips and climbed away from his unspent boner.

"Jesus," he moaned, looking down at his naked cock muscle. "I'm still fucking hard."

"Tough shit," said Janet. "I'm had."

"Like hell," he said, and he reached out and grabbed her back toward him. She tried to squirm away, moaning, "Rape, fucking rape, leave me alone, I'm done," but all to no avail. He had her strapped with his arm around her waist and when she squirmed the right direction, he shot his stiff flesh nail up into her asshole and pounded there, stroking and pumping, until he shot off an extremely heavy load of hot jism. Then he let her go, and this time when she crawled off of his hog she ached in her tube and collapsed on her side with her titties going sliding on one another, her stomach sweating with passion, her legs like rubber. "Jesus," she said, "you didn't have to be so violent about it. I would have done it anyway, you know."

"Sure," said Kevin. "Sure. I know your type. You're all blood and guts until it gets down to the nitty gritty. Then it's "Look Maw, No Hands", and you couldn't give a shit about any man alive. Sure, baby. You'd have done it for me because you like me, eh? Ha, ha, ha. That's rich. Get the fuck out of my van." "What?" she complained. "What are you saying?"

"Which word didn't you understand?" he pressed her, throwing her bathing suit at her. "Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-van. Get it?"

"You bastard," she moaned. "I should have known better than to pick up a surfer asshole."

He smacked her hard across the face, "Get out," he said. "I've had enough of your shit. Who needs you?" He watched her dress in a hurry. She quickly put on her top and she kept a steady eye on him. She'd never been hit before and she wasn't sure that he wouldn't do it again. She slipped into her bottom bikini the same way, always watching Kevin to make sure he didn't explode again. Then she backed out of the door he held open for her and she didn't look back as she ran up the boardwalk to her car. "What an asshole he turned out to be," she moaned to herself as she got into her car. "Phew! I'm glad I didn't ask him over to the house or anything."