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.
VIII: LOVE LETTER
Maybe she was a little overactive, and maybe Bob, the gas station attendant, was right when he said that Janet was probably some sort of nymphomaniac, a teenage bridal nymphomaniac at that. But that didn't stop her from going out and having the best time she possibly could. After all, what's a horny, recently married teenage wife to do when she feels that morning vaginal crave creeping up on her? Sit at home and be restless and lusty all day long? That just wasn't Janet Tibbleton's style.
So, even though Tom was giving her all the orgasmic loving he could, Janet still took it upon herself to go out every now and then and land herself a new or different kind of fling. Of course, going out in public wasn't always necessary.
For example, there was the time when the postman had a special delivery letter for which Janet had to sign.. She answered the door in her silky housecoat, the one that ended at mid-thigh and left her luscious legs fully exposed. She held the door open with one foot and rested the package, and the clipboard, on her bare knee. 'Do you have a pen?' she asked the mailman.
