John Peter

Teenage wives

I: AN OLD FASHION VIRGIN

Seventeen year old Janet Tebbleton soaped her ring finger. It was the only way she could get the new wedding band off. The thing was a size too small for her, and she hadn't been able to get back to the jeweler yet in order to have it made larger. One good tug though, with the help of the slippery soap, and the ring came off. She set the gold band down in the soap dish and looked at herself in the mirror. Now she was completely naked.

She wondered if marriage had changed her at all, and that was the purpose of taking off everything, all of her clothes, all of her bracelets and necklaces and the ring. "Well," she thought to herself, "I don't look different, BUT…" The big "but" was on account of the fact that before she married Tom, two weeks before, she hadn't ever had sexual intercourse. She'd petted a lot, in the back seat of his car, and she'd been known to go out with more than one guy, and every now and then she'd allowed a fellow she liked to play with her little slot with his finger, but until her wedding night, she was a virgin. But now, as she inspected her tanned supple flesh in the bathroom mirror, she was far from virgin. Even though she'd only been married for two weeks, fourteen nights, she'd made love with Tom in what she was sure was every conceivable position. They'd done it standing up, sitting down, in the car, in bed, in the tub, in the closet, on the living room floor, in Tom's dark room at the studio, in her parent's washroom, in the apartment house swimming pool, and in just about any place you'd care to name. They'd fucked rightside up, upside down, on their heads, on their backs, on their bellies. Every time was better than the time before. Sometimes she could just think about Tom's big hog and that would be enough to make her sweet young pussy start to drooling. It was so good that she suddenly felt like she had something to live for.

Of course, the first night hadn't been all peaches and cream. No, indeed! It hurt her a lot. She thought she'd die when Tom stuffed that big hunk of penis flesh into her virgin hole. He nearly broke the ribbon with the first thrust. And she'd told him to go slow, too, but there was no stopping him. After all, he'd waited a long time, too, and it was mostly on her account. There was a lot of blood, probably more of that than pain from the big hot meat in her twat, and that was a little frightening. But after that, after that first bursting of the dam, as it were.. Well, from then on, she couldn't get enough of Tom's cock. Actually, she couldn't get enough sex. Period.

She didn't have any inhibitions about licking his joint, about sucking off the big red mushroom head, the spongy tip. She didn't mind licking out his anus or kissing his loins or sucking his balls. She loved it when he ate her, and she even started thinking about having his prick shoved up her asshole. She was willing, eager, to try just about every kind of sex that was possible. And two weeks, fourteen nights, hadn't been nearly enough for her.

But Tom had to go back to work, and the honeymoon, whether Janet liked it or not, was now over. And she'd decided to take a quick look at herself in the mirror. So she stood in the bathroom with her ring finger naked for the first time in fourteen days, and she inspected her body. Her smooth pendular tittles hung down full and ripe as ever. Of course, there was a small heart-shaped hickey on one of her tits, but that didn't matter so much. As a matter of fact, she rather liked seeing that little red splotch there on her otherwise tanned chest. It was like a medal, a love medallion, a lovely little temporary scar, which indicated that she'd been through something. Except for that, and of course, except for the fact that ever since that first night of fucking her titty tips, her big nipples were always on end, she could see no change in her body.

Janet turned sideways in the mirror and took in her profile. Her breasts hung outwards and down. They were full and smooth, nicely sculpted. Her hips were trim and smooth, and the only parts of her body, which were pure creamy white, were her buns and a narrow strip of pelvis. She'd been sun bathing in the nude on the honeymoon in the Islands, and she'd been more than willing, as Tom had requested her to, to bathe nude except for the bottom of her bikini.

Her cunt was different though, but not from the outside. It was something she couldn't quite describe. It was always a little juicy these days. It used to get wet only when a boy stroked her mammaries and fingered her clitoris and the environs. But now, if she just thought about sex, her interior flesh cave began to swell and secrete juices. She liked that.

Her legs were smooth and shapely. The thighs were ample, the flesh of her loins soft and supple, her knees cute, her calves sculpted, and her ankles narrow and slender. She had small feet.

And thus, with her own personal inspection complete, Janet started to reach for her wedding ring. "Well," she was saying to herself, "no sex until Tom gets home from work. But maybe I'll just go and visit him for lunch. I bet he'd like that." She had the ring close to her finger when the doorbell rang. She put the ring back on the soap tray and rushed to her new bedroom to put on her housecoat.

She slipped into the Navy blue silk gar-met. It broke at the middle of her thighs, and the lapels left her big luscious chest wide open. She tried to close it tight, and then rushed to the living room to answer the persistent doorbell. "Hello, already," she said, opening the door.

It was a man in a three-piece suit, a young man, and he carried a brief case. "Good day, Mrs. Tibbleton," he said. "My name is Anchors, and I'm with the Insurance Company? Your husband suggested I speak with you about some sort of maternity coverage."

"Oh, yes," said Janet. "Come in. Come in. I wasn't expecting you so soon."

Janet closed the door behind Mr. Anchors. She led him to the living room sofa and offered him coffee which he turned down. "No thanks," he said, "but if you wish to…"

"Don't mind if I do," said Janet. She came back from the kitchen a moment later and sat in a chair across from him. "Well, Mr. Anchors," she said, sipping her coffee, "the kind of policy Tom wants me to have would include hospital and…" She leaned forward while she was talking and her housecoat fell open to reveal her long, full mammaries. Her titty tips, just as they'd been in the mirror, were erect and fully blossomed. The brown caps were enlarged and heated. Her smooth chest, where normally there would be cleavage, was blushing red. When she realized what had happened, she sat back and pulled her coat around her big titties. "I'm sorry," she said, "I only just got up a minute ago, Mr. Anchors, and.”

"Why don't you call me Rick," said the insurance salesman, his face aglow. "It's better that way."

"Yes, well, Rick," she said, "I only just got up and." She crossed her legs and Rick Anchors couldn't help but get a strictly friendly look at Janet's sandy blond bush. The lips were slightly spread-he was able to tell in the instant he saw them-and there was a bit of shiny juice there as well. But in the next moment the beaver was hidden by soft loin flesh and thigh. He looked up with another bright-eyed expression. "Why don't you come and sit over here, Mrs. Tibbleton, and I'll show you one of your, ahem, policies."

"Oh, yes, of course," said Janet, feeling her own blush begin to work down in her thighs. She stood up and came over to sit down alongside the insurance salesman. Her skimpy garment rose up high on her racy thighs and left most of her loins fully uncovered. There was a snatch of beaver showing just under the hemline. Mr. Rick Anchors brought out the policy. He rested it between the two of them, on her thigh and his. ^You see right here," he said, pointing to the fine legal print, "that you would be fully covered, even for twins. In all regards, this is the best policy…"

The longer he spoke, the more bored Janet grew. She didn't know why Tom had left her with the responsibility of figuring out what insurance to have. She didn't really give a damn. And as far as Rick Anchors was concerned just then, he was having difficulty explaining the policy because he could smell the faint aroma of clit juice, a kind of sweet musky odor, and he was sure that it came from his prospective client's twat hole, only inches from his hand where he held the legal document. A moment later he could no longer resist the temptation to run an experimental finger up Janet's thigh and into her loins.

"Oh, Mr. Anchors," she said, "I thought you'd never do that." She didn't know what she was saying. She was only just married, but the feeling of sex outweighed the fact. She was married too young, she said to herself as she embraced him and kissed him on the mouth. She hadn't had time to experiment with her twat, she told herself as she unbuttoned his vest and his shirt. It was Tom's fault, she said in her guilt-ridden conscience as she worked his belt open. He should have let her give up her virginity earlier so that she would have met a lot of men before her marriage. She worked Rick's pants down around his feet. "I have to get that thing of yours out," she said, stroking at the bulge in his cotton underwear. "I hope you don't think I'm too forward?"

"Oh, God, no," said the salesman. "I rather like it." He watched young Janet, her titties falling forward against his knees, pulling out his joint and stroking at it. She worked it with her milking, squeezing fingers, and then licked it with her tongue. She concentrated on the head of his meat, sucking it up into her face and giving it a good rubbing with her fingers and her hands as she did. Her experimenting hands went sliding under his buns and caressed and fondled his nut nest on the way. When she had his ass cheeks in her kneading fingers, she worked his body around so that he could lie on his back on the couch. She climbed up between his spread legs and continued to suck on his joint, harder and faster. A moment later the insurance salesman jacked off into the young bride's mouth. She swallowed every drop, licked off the tip, and looked up at him. "I think it's better that we get to know each other before you sell me any hospital plans, don't You?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "Quite right." She climbed slowly up his chest and landed her sweet teenage mouth around his manly nipple. She sucked on that and rubbed the top of her long supple thigh against his already firming joint. "I think you can insure me of a good fuck, Mr. Anchors," she said. "I'd really like that. Wouldn't you?" She kissed him on the cheek and on the neck. He rocked his pelvis up against her legs and she quickly reached down to get a feel of his joint. She wanted to know how long it would be before she could use his cock to satisfy her incredibly lusty desires. "Tom would kill me," she said, "if he knew I was fooling around already. But why don't we go into the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable."

Somewhat astounded by the young bride's forward manner, Mr. Anchors followed her without saying a word. She took him by the hand and led the way into the bedroom. There she spread out on her back and pushed her tittles at him. "Do you like my big breasts?" she said. "Ever since I got married the nipples have been up like that. Is that common? Tom says it is."

"I suppose so," said Rick Anchors. "My wife is the same way."

"You're married too?" asked Janet, spreading her loins wide and sliding a finger into her twat. "My cunt is so hot these days. To think that only two weeks ago I was a virgin and now I can fuck all I want just because I'm married. It's amazing." She flicked her clit a little and Rick Anchors climbed up onto the bed. "Don't mind me, Rick," she said. "I just want to stay hot until you get that cock of yours going, o.k?" She didn't worry terribly about what he might have said. She was just beginning to get her little clit meat throbbing, and didn't see any reason to stop on his account. After all, she knew that the fuck would be that much better for them both if she were hot and juicy when he finally got it on to fuck her again. He grabbed hold of her smooth thigh and squeezed and massaged it. Soon he was working his hands between her two loins. He was rubbing her pussy and getting his fingers closer and closer to the slit itself. Before long, Janet removed her own finger from her clitoris and took hold of Rick's hand. She placed his finger on her clit and rubbed it up and down. "I like that so much," she said. "I used to masturbate myself before I got married, and now it's even better when a man does it. I used to lie in bed and stroke my clit alone. It's so much better to have you or Tom or any man stroke my clit. I just can't tell you." She heaved in her chest. She gasped for breath. Her passions were mounting.

Rick leaned down close and took a mouthful of cunt into his lips. He sucked up the little twat-prick. Then he gave a light licking to the vaginal walls. Finally, he flicked the little clit button up and down with his fingers again.

"I'm hot enough," she said. "You can stuff me up good, if you want to now." She spread her legs wide so that he could see how juicy she was. "I'm so damn hot, Mr. Anchors. Go ahead and fuck me now." She lifted one of her smooth thighs and showed him even more of her pelvis. "Come on," she said. "Don't you want to be inside?"

"Oh, yeah, baby," said the insurance salesman. "Coming right up." He mounted her with his long stiff prick. He took her hips in his two hands and rode his joint all the way down her flesh canal. Inside she was as soft as any teenager could possibly be. Her cunt tissue was wet and satin smooth. She had long muscles that went right to work pulsing on his prick shaft and mushroom head. She swayed her pelvis up and down, climbed her way upwards on the meat of his joint. Soon she had the entire thick wedge inside her body. "Oh, God," she panted. "I love sex. I love fucking. I love it, I love it, I love it." She was flipping her pelvis up and down on his rod, bending him in two or three directions at once. Her cunt flesh rolled across his stiff penis. A moment later he was filling her pussy with come.

"Oh, wow," she murmured, "That's the best. You can't jerk yourself off and get come in there, too. That's the fucking best." She lifted her legs and Rick stroked into the back wall of her cunt for the final twitch of his rod. He shot out the last of his jism juice and pulled out. "Nice," he said. "Nice and smooth."

Ten minutes later Janet Tibbleton had signed her first insurance policy. It seemed to go right along with the idea of her first affair.

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…"