Jason Cannon
Wet dream wife

CHAPTER ONE

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.

She could feel the perspiration on his forehead and neck. They moved to press their lips together and then their tongues went into a frenzy. His body kept up its jerking motion, but faster, and his hand was still caressing and squeezing her tit, but harder, with almost a painful pleasure.

Suddenly, with a low groan, his movements became quick and straight, as though he were driving his cock right into her. She could feel the length of it squirming along her leg and then against her pubic mound.

His fingers poked at her gooey slit through her panties. And then he pulled them down until he had direct contact with the dark, wet slit between her pumping thighs.

"I love the feel of your fingers against my skin," she moaned.

"You mean against your cunt," he said.

He moved his fingers up and down her cuntal lips, tickling and squeezing them. She felt herself shaking with excitement, but she tried to remain still and enjoy the sensations he was producing in her pussy. Her fingers moved slowly and gently, sometimes moving below her cuntal slot to the sensitive area around her puckered asshole.

It was beautiful, and Marni spread her legs further to take in as much of the pleasure as he could give her. "Good, good," she said.

He kissed her again on the neck, breathed warmly into her ear, and spread her slit with his fingers. Then he started a gentle probing. He moved them along the inside of the cuntlips and up near her swelling clitoris. She moaned louder as he stopped just before his fingers found the throbbing bud.

"Jesus, Marni," he said. "You are really ready – you're wet as hell."

He dipped his finger further into her cunt and pulled it back to spread the moisture along the outside and up near her clitoris. This time he didn't stop, but smeared her hot juice over the sensitive spot. She lumped from the intensely exciting feelings it gave her.

From then on his finger moved continuously from her asshole up to her clitoris and then back down again. She moved her hips whenever he touched her clitoris so she could get a stronger, more exciting contact.

He seized the way she reacted and moved and started concentrating his attention on the little blood-engorged love button at the top of her sopping cunt.

She spread her legs even further to give Homer complete access to her dripping cuntal valley. She felt his finger probing deeper and rubbing more deliberately on her clitoris. It was a wild sensation, which was both satisfying and frustrating at the same time. The better it felt, the more she wanted. It was a sensation she had never experienced at such a high, intensified pitch.

"Now it's time for me too," he said, smiling. He unzipped his pants and reached inside his fly.

Marni knew what he was going to do, and she could hardly wait. Her heart seemed to just stop beating for a moment as she waited for his cock to appear.

And then it was there, erect, hard, throbbing.

She looked closely as he pulled it out and displayed it for her. It was just as Lottie had said it would be. There were the veins and the ridges. She wondered about his balls. She wanted to see as much of him as she could. She wanted to see and experience everything she could.

"What about your… I mean," she stammered.

"My balls? Here!"

He pulled them out of his pants. He cupped them and then realized that it was difficult for her to see. He stood up in front of her so that his balls were at the same level as her eyes.

She looked at them and studied them with great fascination. One hung a little lower than the other.

"Go ahead," he said, sensing her desire to touch and fondle his cock. "Touch it. Take it in your hand and feel it."

She hesitated, but not for long. It was spongy and warm. As she clasped the head in her hand it seemed to grow even larger. It became harder and even more erect until it seemed to have a life of its own in the palm of her hand.

She was even more fascinated.

The swollen head seemed to be pulsating and the veins bulged. She cupped his balls in her other hand and then made a ring with her thumb and forefinger. She used the ring to move slowly up and down the turgid shaft.

"Nice… oh, shit that's nice, Marni!" he gasped, and let his body move forward toward her.

"This isn't enough," Marni said at last. "I want all of it. I want you."

"Yeah," he said, puffing and tugging at his clothes. "Let's get naked."

As they undressed, Marni's mind whirled in turmoil. By the time they were completely naked and again lying on the sofa, she had taken command of the situation. She did indeed want everything. She wanted to feel, to experience everything. She wanted it all. And if she could do it all in one night, her first night, and then that would be so much the better.

She nudged him until he rolled over. She held his rigid cock up so she could admire it in the light from the television. A tiny bead of semen had oozed from the hole in the tip of his cockhead.

Her eyes were wide as she watched it throb and jump in her hand. She held it closer to her face and ran the hard shaft over her cheek, her chin, and then down across her throat. She had heard vague stories from other girls, even from her mother in unguarded moments, about how a woman couldn't and shouldn't openly look at a naked man, especially when he was in an erect state. For some reason, which Marni couldn't understand, they said it just wasn't ladylike.

Marni didn't agree at all. She loved to look at Homer's cock. Studying it intently, she could imagine and anticipate what it would feel like plunging into her body, up her cunt, and into her belly.

"Do you want to taste it?" he asked, a yearning in his eyes.

"What?"

"Taste it? Put it in your mouth? Suck it? Do you want to suck my cock?"

Marni smiled. Yes, she thought, taste his cock, suck it. She did as he said, running her tongue around the head of his prick until its tip drew the tiny glob of cum into her mouth. She swirled it around on her tongue, savoring its salty taste and then swallowing it.

At the same time, he put his arms around her, running his hands down the smooth flawless skin of hex back to cup her fleshy buttocks. He tongued her belly, the insides of her thighs, the wet, hairy covering over her cuntal mound. When he found the cuntal folds with his tongue he parted them and entered.

The muscles of her belly contracted, creating a vacuum that opened her hole and seemed to literally pull and suck his tongue inside. He eagerly sucked and lapped with his tongue, savoring the juices he found there.

She gave herself completely to him. The love he was giving her was physical release and that was exactly what she needed and wanted. In that moment it was all embodied in the boy whose head was gently bobbing between her legs. She ran her fingers through his hair and gently forced him to stronger contact with her cunt by gyrating and thrusting harder with her hips.

When he sensed that her passion was aroused to a peak, he shifted his body until his cock was directly against her lips. His motion urged her to complete the action that she had so recently started on his cock with her tongue.

Her tongue flicked lightly against the tip of his cock as her hand molded and caressed the slick shaft. The sexual tension in his body was so great that his cock twitched and leapt in her hand with each touch of her sensuous tongue.

"Oh shit, shit, shit, fuck shit, that feels so fucking good, so fucking sucking good," he mumbled, his mouth full of her cunt.

"Suck on my pussy! Eat my cunt!" she said, thrilling at the words he said and longing to speak them herself. "Suck on my juicy cunt and pound your hard cock into my mouth!"

Gently, he guided his cock between her lips until the hardness pressed into the depths of her throat. She nearly gagged, but the thrill of having his hard hunk of meat in her mouth stifled it.

By sheer instinct she withdrew her head from his prick, and plunged it forward again and again, thrilling to the pulsing intensity of his cock as it stuffed her willing throat.

Even if he had tried he couldn't hold back after that. He began pummeling the pink cuntal meat between her thighs with his tongue and his face. His hips hardened into corded muscles as he thrust his blood-filled cock with longer and harder strokes into her sucking, waiting face.

She didn't deny him, her cheeks hollowing in a sucking motion each time he withdrew. Suddenly his chin was grinding with an incessant fury against her clitoris as his tongue reamed, serpent-like, in and out of her cunt hole. Her body was on fire. She locked her thighs around his head, her feet entwined, and her heels beat a tattoo on the sofa cushions. She was coming, coming like she'd never come before. Lottie was right. Coming on his tongue was far better than coming with her fingers.

Even his nose was helping her come as she pulled it against her struggling asshole. She felt a contraction and a sudden, violent throbbing on the underside of his cock as she reached the peak of her own orgasm.

Suddenly his hips lurched backward, leaving his cock in midair directly above her face. She fisted it, continuing the pumping action with her hand that she had performed with her mouth.

Wave after wave of sweet release surged through her body. It centered in her cunt and flowed upward to her tits and down to her thighs. From the sudden pressure of his tongue on her cunt, the groans rattling in his throat, and the quivering in his legs, she could tell that he, too, was coming.

Great, thick globs of creamy white fluid shot from the end of his cock. They arched in the air and, like heavy raindrops, fell to splatter on her tits.

It was beautiful, wonderful, she thought, watching her first man come. Faster and faster she pumped his cock as she became more and more hypnotized by the never-ending fountain of his prick. Again and again his cock would jump in her hand to send another stream of jism into the air, to land on her face, her belly and her heaving tits.

At last it settled to a thin stream that she kept going by milking the shaft with her hand. It ran across the head of his cock and down to clot in her fingers and over his foreskin.

She barely noticed when his body moved away from her and slid to the floor. Her upright, thrusting breasts and flat, smooth stomach occupied all her attention. They were slick and slimy with his cum, the first cum she had ever seen.

It had been the most exciting thing she had ever seen. What power as it had shot from the head of his cock!

She ran her fingers through the cum. She spread it all over the fleshy fullness of her tits. As she did that she could imagine, almost feel, his big cock spurting all that juice into her cunt.

"I'm sorry I got you so messed up. I didn't want to come in your mouth."

She looked at him, kneeling beside her on the floor. "Why not?" she asked.

"Well…" He just returned her look, his brows furrowing in a quizzical stare. "I didn't think you'd like it. Most girls don't want you to come in their mouth."

"You do?" He moved up to sit beside her. He was hardly able to take his eyes from her body as he spoke again. "I guess you ain't nothin' like most girls."

"Oh Homer! Jesus, it was so exciting! I liked it, shit, I loved it! Now fuck me! Fuck me in the cunt!"

"I will," he said. "In a little bit."

"No. Now!" She reached for his cock. "What's the matter with it?"

"Nothing's the matter with it, dammit," he said. "I just come. It'll take a few minutes before it's ready again."

"But I just come," she said, smiling, "and I'm ready to fuck now."

"Shut up, Goddammit! I told ya, it's not ready. What the hell do ya want from a guy for Christ sakes?"

Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. He seemed like a petulant little boy in his anger and her ignorance. Marni didn't know it then, but what she was seeing in Homer at that time was what Homer was.

"We'll wait," she said.

But it didn't get ready again, at least not that night. And eventually Carl trotted downstairs, with a wide smile on his face, to leave.

It was later, lying in the bed opposite Lottie, the other girl snoring heavily, that Marni realized.

"My God!" she whispered to the darkened room. "I'm still a virgin!"