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

VII: MIDNIGHT TONGUE

If Tom Tibbleton knew about his teenage bride's infidelity, he certainly didn't let on, He would come home from a hard day's work at the photo studio, and, no matter what he was thinking and no matter what suspicions he might have harbored, he took one look at lovely seventeen year old Janet's tanned body, eyeballing especially her smooth hanging boobies and her silky vagina and those ample thighs-and he

couldn't resist telling her how much he loved her.

"Come on, baby," he'd say after dinner, "let's go for a roll or two. Or three or four," And he'd take her in tow by the elbow and kiss her all the way down the hallway until they arrived naked in bed. And there he would slam his joint so hard into her splendid pussy that he would forget that he ever even heard of the word cuckold.

On one particular occasion, he became so fascinated with Janet's asshole that he very nearly ate it out with his tongue. But at the last minute he gave way to merely massaging the perfect iris sphincter, poking it with his finger, kneading the flesh of her cheeks with his hands, and then lightly kissing the ass cheeks once or twice.

"I like that," said Janet, blushing with every touch to her rear end. "My rump is very sensitive," she added. "It turns me on when you touch me there."

"Good," said Tom. He stroked her again and then rolled her over on her back. "I want you to do some sucking tonight, darling. Just to make sure you're still in shape, haven't forgotten how to give my prick a good licking. You know what I mean?"

"That's a challenge if I ever heard one," said Janet with a big joyful smile. And she attacked his rod with full strength. She wrapped her tongue around the head, went sliding down on the base, and nearly ate his rod right off of its socket. When he was good and wet and ready, she told him to lie on his back and get set for a first class mounting. She spread her tender loins and sat up onto his joint. She reached under her body to place him, up between her slippery wet lips, and pulled his prick into the right angle. Then she went hopping up and down, like a frog, jamming herself with his hefty fuck-stick. It didn't take long to get Tom coming inside her, shooting off his works in her tube. "Wow," he said, "you're better than ever."

"Practice makes perfect," said young Janet, climbing off of her husband's, temporarily spent penis. "Do you want to wait a little while for more?"

"If you don't mind," he said softly. "Why don't you work out with the dildo, get yourself really hot, and then I'll fuck you again."

"Sure," she said. "Good thinking." She picked up out of the drawer the electric cock and switched it on high speed. "This thing amazes me," she told Tom. "I like the (way it looks, too. Just like a real penis." She lay back and unfolded her legs. She spread her smooth brown loins and applied the head of the vibrator to the inside of her snatch trap. She pressed it up against her clit meat and that felt especially good. She could get herself going quickly in this manner, so fast, in fact, that Tom didn't realize that she was already coming when he next looked at her. "Wow," he said, seeing all the juice around the egg-beater, "you're really getting hot, babe. How you doing there?" "Oh, fuck," she gasped, her eyes barely open, "this thing works sometimes, you know that? It really does fucking work." She pushed it down deep in her bush. Her loins shuddered with the thrill of a little orgasm. She continued to rub her insides with the long pussy stimulator, and she used her free hand to pinch her titty. Tom watched with his eyes carefully taking in her every move. He wanted to see if she did anything to herself that he didn't do to her. That way he could be sure to give the teenager the kind of fucking that she would enjoy. "Jesus," she moaned at one point, "I wish there was a human cock that worked this way. I mean a real prick is much better, but this thing moves so much that you can't compare the two. Of course, the flesh and bone of a real penis is much better than any piece of plastic could ever be, at least for me, but sometimes I wonder if you can't get a good lay out of a dildo. But you know what? Sometimes, and this is a secret, Tom. Sometimes I stroke myself in the morning with this thing and I can't even get wet. You know that? Isn't that amazing? It must be because you're here now that it works. Just knowing that real penis of yours is going to be inside me again makes this thing work that much better in my vagina. You know what I mean?"

"Sure," said Tom, fascinated to see the huge plastic rod going in and out of his wife's oily hole. "Sure I know what you mean." But really he was watching the magic wand disappear in and out of her tube. It was floating in cunt flesh, dipping along the inner walls of the canyon he loved to fuck and eat out. "Amazing," he sighed. "Just fucking amazing. The guy who invented that thing must have been some sort of mad genius." He pulled the machine out of her hand.

"Say," she said, "what'd you do that for? I was just getting hot, Tom."

"I've got something better for you, honey. The real McCoy." Just watching her do it to herself he'd gotten hard. He set the machine aside and put his cock down inside Janet's sweet young tube. He filled her up with his cock muscle, with his hard penis, and the mushroom head on the end of his flesh banana went zooming down to the bottom of her passion pit. He fucked and

stroked away inside the delicious little tube.

"Oh, good," she cried to him in a soft little girl's whisper, "good, good, good." Her encouraging words came in contrapuntal rhythm to his entering strokes. On the out strokes she took deep breaths, and on the in strokes she swore about how much she loved him, about how good a fuck he was for her. "You screw like Ceaser," she moaned. "You fuck me like you're the king of the fucking world. I nominate you for the President of the United… oooooh. ahhhhh… shit, Tom, you fuck me so fucking good, I love you for it."

She opened her young loins and spread them high up above his head. She used her cunt to mount his rod just as much as he used his cock to nail her pussy. It was a mutual sensual delight for their hot organs. "What about trying it from the other side?" she suggested. "Now?" asked Tom, his meat buried in her vagina. "Yeah," she said. "Right now. I just want to get a little feel of it coming from the other direction." She pulled away and before he could say anything, the young bride had turned over, reached back, grabbed his hog, and placed him once again in her hot wet vagina tube. "Oh, yeah," she said, "just go and grind away in me now." He had her buttocks in his hands and her pussy on his joint. "It is rather nice this way," he said. He pumped her a couple of times from this rear mount position and then he added: "And I thought I was the aggressive one in this family."

"You are," she said, squeezing on his crotch muscle. "You really fucking are, Tom. You know that." She started tugging with her long smooth cunt muscles. She pulled his rod up higher inside her pussy. He reached around the front of her body and she adjusted her chest so that her draping boobies would fall directly into his palms. Her nipples were upright and highly rubable, and her breasts were hot and bothered. She wanted him to be rubbing them as much as he wanted to be doing it. "Wow," he moaned, getting two handfuls of big titty. "I always forget how big your chest is and then I get your boobies in my hands and I love it. I remember everything. So soft and so firm, at the same time." He tweaked off the two nipples and tugged lightly.

In response, Janet swung her hips from right to left, whipped his cock back and forth and bent him up and down, too. Her soft interior flesh went sliding around and around, revolving on his joint. She secreted enough juice to keep him going. Her clit continued to rub on his cock tip, and every time he stroked out of her, he could feel the hefty knob of twat-muscle getting flung back into its more natural position. "I get chills when you do that, she told him. "All up and down my spine." He kissed her on the nape of her neck. "Mmmm, good," she hummed.

He reached between his pelvis and her ass. There he found her open rectum, and thus, while wailing in her pussy, he also fingered her anus.

"That's perfect," she said, "really fucking perfect, Tom. I love that. When you get both holes at once, I go… ahhhhh…

Oooooh. crazy! It's bitchin''!"

He smiled and probed deeper in her asshole. "Shit," she cried. "Be careful." But before she could say another word, Tom had switched holes. That is, he had withdrawn his finger from her asshole and replaced it with the head of his prick. "Oh, Tom," she pleaded, "I don't think that…" But against his superior will and strength, she didn't have much of a chance. His hefty cock wedge pounded up her rear cave, filling her buns with an ache of agony, a pang of ecstasy. She both craved the anal fuck and hated it at the same time. She couldn't tell why. All she knew was that it hurt her, but it also made her feel good. "Jesus, fuck, shit, piss, Christ!" she yelled. Tom felt glad that he had locked the front door and closed the bedroom windows earlier that night. He was sure that if he hadn't the police would have been there pigging it up because of the hollering. He slammed his meat even harder when Janet started wailing like that, though, because he liked the sound of her moans and groans as they matched his hefty stroking in her butt tube. "You have a good tight little asshole," he whispered in her ear. "It's long and soft and firm and hard. And you know just how to squeeze it, too."

"Oh, Tom," she moaned, "you say the cutest things." She reached out and grabbed the bed posts to give herself some leverage. "You're so nice, I'm going to give you a good bouncing." She took hold of the head of the bed and stretched her legs out far behind her. Tom's joint, of course, was buried deep in her ass flesh, in her long anal tube. She made her body into a trampoline and started bouncing up and down. She gave him a good long steady ride, bouncing him up and down on her rump and back,

"God fucking damn!" gasped Tom. "That's a terrific trick, baby. Oh, baby, that's great. Don't fucking stop now!"

She continued to bounce him up and down in her asshole, on her back, with her legs spread and stretched out, her hands holding on tight to the head of the bed. She worked her body up and down and held onto her around her big titties. His cock went streaming, shooting off in her contracting asshole muscle. The jism flooded the cave and that took care of Tom's load for the time being. But Janet kept bouncing her supple body up and down and Tom could hardly pull out just then. He reached down to her vagina and found her clit.

It was throbbing and wet. He flicked it up and down in cadence with her steady pumping and grinding and bumping ass flesh. "Oh, Jesus," she moaned, "now you got me. Now you got me good, darling. Don't you stop. Please don't stop. Flick it good. Flick it hard. Make me come, Tom. Make me come all over the place." He worked his finger in and out of her vagina and stroked against her clitoris as he did. Soon she was juicing like a goose, spreading ease juice into his palm. She was oily and her pussy was contracting a mile a minute. She was so hot that she started gasping for breath and moaning at the same time. Finally, Tom pulled his joint out of her asshole, flipped her over on her back, and continued to massage her active twat with his two hands, especially with his fingers. Before his teenage wife could complain about anything, he had her clit firmly under control, vibrating it vigorously with his several fondling fingers.

"Oooh… ahhh… oooh, yes." she said softly. "That tickles. Oh, that's hot. Oh, yes, that's nice. Oh, yes, more of that. stroke me hard now. Oh, yes, more of that… more… more… MORE!" And she came. He let loose and she curled into a fetal flesh ball. She lay there panting and between breaths said: "Oh, Tom… thank you… thank you so much… oh, that was nice. I love you, darling. I love you so much." She unfolded and spread her arms and legs and brought him close to her. She kissed him passionately on the lips, in the mouth, and gave him all of her tongue. She caressed him with her hands in wild abandon. She stroked up and down his body with greatfulness. She was so pleased with his fuck ability that she couldn't tell him how much she appreciated it. "I love you, darling," she kept saying. "I love you madly."

Soon she fell off to sleep in his arms. He had to gently remove her from the top of him in order to get comfortable himself. He turned down the lights and lay in bed next to his young and pretty teenage bride. He still thought of her as his new and virginal bride even though they'd fucked their brains out for several weeks now. He considered her to be the finest piece of ass that God ever created. He stroked her while she slept, worked his hands along the backs of her thighs and inspected her butt. He put a small lamp on in order to watch her sleep. He loved the shape of her eyes, the way her mouth was cute and friendly, and the way it could swallow up and suck on the head of his mushroom joint.

He lightly caressed her sleeping anus and buttocks. He worked his hands down between her loins and spread her out. At one point it looked like she might wake up, but he kept working his fingers around between her thighs. He turned her over and though she opened her eyes for a moment, she quickly went back to sleep. He fingered open her twat hole and inspected the smooth wet leaves of her entrance. He screwed a digit into place in her sleeping pussy tube. Then he flicked her clit a couple of times. She moaned in her sleep.

Finally, he went up to her chest. He pulled the sheets all the way off of her so that he could get a full open view of her hot little nipples. The buds were small, perhaps, he considered, but the pendular breasts themselves and the mushroom colored caps were large and sexy. He couldn't get over how lucky he felt to have a teenager for a wife. She wasn't only young and sexy, she was pretty and intelligent. He liked the shape of her tittles and the form of her hips and the style of her mound. He'd fucked a great many women before he married her, and he knew that he had a bargain in having such a fine body for his own pleasure. It made him wish that he never had to leave bed, that he would only have to stay there and fuck her day in and day out, all night long, all day long. She was that good, as far as he was concerned. After a little while Tom grew tired of stroking his wife's sleeping body and he lay back to go to sleep. But it wasn't long afterwards that he woke up because he felt something stroking at his prick. He rolled sideways toward the stroking. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it.

He opened his eyes and for a moment he thought that the bed space next to him was empty, that his lovely teenage bride was nowhere to be found. But then he realized that the stroking was her 'midnight tongue' busily preparing the head of his meat, and the shaft, too, for another fuck session. The stroking was the beginning of Janet's special head. She was working his cock into a fresh bone-on, and in another minute he would have the erection she so obviously wanted. He waited and slowly woke up with the feel of her mouth muscle stroking up and down his penis. When he was stiff and wide-awake, he reached down and held her head by the face. He worked her on and

off the head of his joint. She sucked him off hard.

Then she climbed up on his rod and placed him inside her tube. She sat on him in his sleep. He was awake, but only half-conscious of what was happening. Another minute later she was sitting entirely on him, her big smooth fifties hanging down in his face, available for sucking and licking if he so desired. He caressed one of the familiar teenage nipples and sucked it into his face. "Oh, Tom," she whispered in the dark, "I love you." She had his hot shaft high up in her body, and she. said she loved him. She squeezed with her slippery pussy muscle and leaned close to his face so that she could kiss him with her tongue. She spread his mouth open with her two hands, gently, and applied her mouth muscle to the inside of his face. She pulled away and smiled in the dark and even though he could not see what she was doing he knew that she was smiling at him with his boner up her cunt tube. She rocked slowly but surely back and forth on his hot and hefty banana flesh until she began to moan softly in the dark, moan and gasp and become very hot.

Then she leaned down and rode him like a jockey. She was preparing for the finishing laps around the track, for the final paddling that would send her across the line, from lusty excitement to gratified sexual bliss, all on account, of course, of Tom's hefty meat bone-on. "It's gonna be good," she whispered. He couldn't tell where her face was until she whispered. Then he could feel her hot breath stroking across his face, down past his ears, and then he could feel her hot mammaries rolling across his chest. "You're sweet," he said. "You're a good fuck and you're very nice to me."

She rolled her hips and got ready to juice off on his joint. "Are you going to come?"

she asked softly. "Tell me when you're ready to come."

"Sure," said Tom. "In a minute." She could feel her clit, as could he, getting hotter and harder. It was rubbing on his mushroom crown and going into a steady, impulsive twitch. It would soon be working automatically, regardless of whether or not Tom's stroking prick cap hit it. She was quickly losing her breath and tightening her hold on his cock with her pussy flesh. Her canal flexed closed. He reached down and jabbed her with a finger. He sent the digit spear up her anus, filled her rump with yet another probing sensual feel that she would never forget. "Oh, Tom," she moaned in the black night, "give me your come, darling. Give me your jism, baby. I want to feel you shoot off inside me."

He took her by the hips, gave up his feel of her asshole, and rocked her up and down on his joint. She was sitting just right on his phallus and every stroke of her hips was a stroke to his big hard penis. She moved up and down on the rod, just the way he liked it and he said: "O.k., it's going to be soon, darling. It's going to be… very… very… NOW!" He thrust his hips, and his joint, up high, into her cunt, where the head of his meat exploded inside the teenage pussy hole. The jism went splattering into the back wall of her hole where it streamed up the inside of her tubes.

"Oh, God," she cried, "here. Take that." She reached down and grabbed his chest as hard as she could. She held onto his manly chest with one hand and onto his shoulder with the other. She pulled on his back and cinched up her face, contorted her mouth and concentrated so hard that had he seen her just then he would have thought he'd gone to bed with a different woman. She was concentrating in order to get over the last bit of the climb into orgasm. A moment later she gave way and for just an instant, bore down hard again, and returned to concentrating for one last squeeze and tug on his rod. Then it happened. She shook like her body was in the middle of an earthquake. Her flesh chilled and quivered. She rolled her pussy up and down and juiced all over his rod.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, taking a last pull of his joint with her interior muscles, "that's the climax I've been looking for all night. That was really fucking it, Tom."

He smiled, and though she didn't see it, she knew that he was happy to have serviced her in this manner. She climbed down off of his pelvis and stroked her fingers across his wet joint. "You're going to be all sticky," she said. 'I’ll go get some tissue,"

She tiptoed off in the dark and he saw when she turned on the hall light, her lovely teenage body. Her smooth cheeks shined in the bright night-light. There was a hint of damp between her legs, coating her lovely loins. Her sculpted calves were rounded and shapely. When she returned and flicked off the light again, he could see just her shadow moving gracefully across the room. She arrived unseen at the side of the bed and pulled the sheets back as she sat down along side him. "I want you to feel good in the morning," she said, applying the tissue to his cock. She dried off his meat and his balls, rubbed his thighs and his loins with the tissue, too. She made sure that he was spit shined and polished before she put the tissue aside and climbed back into bed along side him. "You're very nice | to me, Tom," she said. "I like that."

"Well," said Tom, rolling back over and starting to go back to sleep, "you're easy to be nice to, Janet. Especially considering you're just a kid." He chuckled to himself and drifted back to whatever dreams he'd been having before he woke up to his teenage wife's midnight tongue.