day would be complete.
Tom came in a moment later, just as she was drying her lovely supple body in the bedroom. 'Darling,' he said, 'I'm sorry about last night. I'm going to make it up to you right now.' He took her wet tittles in his hands and squeezed them. Then one hand went sliding smoothly down to her cunt. There he fingered her clit into a twitching frenzy. She worked her pussy up and down to let him know that he was giving her a first class treatment, the kind of work out that she most enjoyed.
From that upright position the couple proceeded quickly to the bed. Tom undressed in a hurry and jumped down between his wife's spread loins. He gave the teenage girl a good solid piece of meat to work out on. She humped his joint with furious fervor. Her cunt ceiling, and consequently her stiff little clit-prick, went sliding up and down on his pecker. Her interior walls contracted vigorously, and her cave secreted profusely. There seemed to be no end to the intensity of this particular fuck session. She was getting all of her body heated at once. Tom was stroking her titties with his hands, or rocking her hips just so, or sliding a finger up her anus. She could feel her heart pounding, her blood surging in her brain as she began to search for the climax which would completely satisfy her young, comely body. She concentrated and grunted, she hitched up her legs and hung her feet so that they dangled above Tom's head, and she murmured:
'Oh, Tom, I love you, darling. You fuck me the way I need it, lover. You fuck me so nice that it's like the first time every time we do it.'
'Mush,' he said, paying her no mind. He went sliding his joint in and out of her willing twat as hard and as fast as he could. His mushroom prick muscle was giving her a top-knotch screwing. He was tacking her down to the bed with the enormous stroke power of a jackhammer. His bronzed prick was slamming her full of passion.
'O.k.,' he said a moment later, 'It's time for the other side.' He rolled her over before she knew what hit her.
'Oh, yes,' she cried. 'Yes, Tom. Do it there.' She reached back and held her buttocks apart. She gave him access to her anus hole. He shoved forward and split her body in half. He gave her all of his hot beef rod at once. 'It hurts a little,' she moaned. 'It doesn't just ache like usual, darling. It hurts. Please slow down.'
'No way, Janet,' he said. 'Too late for that now.' He had his cock buried in her teenage asshole flesh, and he couldn't even consider the notion of giving up that tube, that smooth tight ride. He was only a stroke or two from the perfect tender teenage orgasm, and he saw no reason to deny himself the pleasure of a good juicing in her rump crotch. 'Baby,' he told her, 'hold on because I'm going to give you all of my pudding right… fucking… ahhhhhh!' He shot off, squirted into her squeezing cavern, filled her bowels and flooded the butt cave with so much juice that her entire sphincter muscle suddenly went loose. He yanked out of her and said: 'That was a nice little butt fuck, baby. You teenagers are the best fucks in the world. Maybe you're special, darling, but I think it's how old you are sometimes, you know that?' She smiled and said that the fuck was 'bitchin',' but that she wanted more.
'A quick shower,' said Tom, 'and all you want after that, eh?'
They showered together, soaping up and making each other as slippery and hot as possible. It didn't take long for Tom Tib-bleton to get another monster erection with which to fuck his young wife. She stroked him with her tongue once she saw how big he was getting, how attractive that muscle was, and then he did the same for her. Finally, hot and lusty and ready for more sex, they climbed out of the shower and quickly dried each other.
'We have to get into bed right away,' said Janet. 'I'm so damn horny again. Come on.'
Tom smiled and followed his teenage wife's buttocks toward the bedroom. He climbed up onto the bed with her and palmed her big brown tanned boobies. He gave her cherry nipples a fondling, also, and then he kissed her stomach. 'No,' she complained, 'I want that hog. I want that joint in me, darling. Please let me have that prick meat of yours now?'
He couldn't stand to hear her beg, and in fact he liked to know he was so much in demand. He shoved his pecker into place between her twat lips and thrust the mushroom muscle to the rear wall. 'Uuuuuuhh… ahhhh… shit!' she cried. 'Oh, yeah, that's good! Darling, that's delicious!' He pounded with his hips, rocked with his pelvis, and he did all of this work in an effort to get the perfect slide going in her pussy hole. He worked slowly but surely into a kind of steady, steam roller rhythm, a cadence which made Janet Tibbleton hotter with every new stroke. Her clitoris went sliding against his mushroom crown, across the rim, and flicked back into place with each new thrust.
'Oh, Jesus,' she cried. 'Tom, fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me harder than ever!' He slammed his rod into place, grabbed her buttocks and peeled them open, slapped a digit up into her little brown hole, and wormed around in there. His finger gouged out her anus while his cock worked steadily on her pussy tube. A moment later she was starting into orgasm. She was making the last climb up into the bliss of sexual ecstasy, and it looked to be one of the best fucks ever. Their bodies slapped against one another, and Tom's prick muscle could feel every squeeze, every milking tug, each and every fold that worked on his joint in stimulating unison. 'Fuck,' he grunted, 'you're such a good piece of ass, honey. You're so fucking smooth and slick.'
She smiled and kissed him on the lips, but she never stopped sliding her hips in undulating circles beneath his groin. She kept her legs propped high, her asshole open for his occasional fingering, and her breasts, her chest, heaving. She gasped for air and pulled his mouth close to hers. She filled his oral cavity with long hot tongue and got the same in return. Then, suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the cosmic chills of climax startled her body into a flesh rattle. She shook, quaked, and shivered like a malaria victim. Her entire comely frame went blushing red. Her smooth skin turned damp as though every pore oozed ease-juice.
'It's… coming… soon,' she grunted. 'It's… gonna… be fucking… damn… ooooh… ahhhhhhh… yes, Tom!' He shook her hips, as if they could move any faster, and rubbed his prick with her pussy lips and with the flesh tunnel coasting up and back on the mushroom crown of his joint. He fired off and triggered the final explosion in her teenage hole. She nearly fainted as her body contorted with ecstasy.
A moment later they lay side by side panting for breath. 'Well, oh, that was something very special,' said Janet, her face still flushed with heat.
'Yes,' said Tom Tibbleton, 'in more ways than one.'
Janet paused for a moment. Something clicked in her mind. She didn't know what it was. 'How's that?' she asked. 'More ways than one?'
'It was our last,' said Tom.
'Our last what?' asked his teenage bride.
'Our last everything,' said Tom. 'I don't know how to tell you this, darling, but I've fallen in love with another woman.'
'What?' she asked. 'I don't understand. Another woman? But Tom, who? How? You can't? Tom? We've known each other since high school and-'
'And I married you for sex, now that I think about it,' said Tom. 'And the sex has been fabulous, but I've met someone who…'
'Someone who what?' asked seventeen year old Janet Tibbleton, soon to join the ranks of divorced. 'Someone who what?'
'Well, darling,' said Tom, 'I don't know quite how to put it. She has pretty legs just like you, and fine big breasts the way you have, and, believe it or not, this girl-I thought I'd never find one like her-she has a sexual appetite like yours. Why, she may even be a nyphomaniac-I don't know.'
'But if she's so much like me,' complained Janet who saw her sex life suddenly going up in flames, 'why are you interested in her instead of me?'
'Well,' said Tom Tibbleton, 'the fact is, darling, that she's, well, she's…'
But Janet knew the answer without having to hear it from her soon-to-be former husband. His new love was younger than Janet, and there was no way, she knew, that she could compete with a girl like that. 'Just for the hell of it,' said Janet, 'how old is she?'
Tom started picturing all the fun he was going to be having balling his new insatiable teenage bride. Just the thought of it made him go crazy with desire.
'Well?'
'Well what?' asked Tom Tibbleton.
'How much younger is she? I want to know! How old is she?'
'Oh, I'm sorry, darling,' said Tom, coming back from his reverie. 'She's, fifteen. You do understand, don't you? I just couldn't pass up the opportunity and…”
'Will you screw me just once more?' asked Janet Tibbleton, the seventeen-year-old has-been. 'Just for old
