Frantically clutching his big wet shaft, Jan guided it toward her steaming-hot slit. She was trembling with expectation as it moved closer and closer to her juice-drenched cunt.
Reaching down and cupping her firm little ass in his hands, Ted drew her hot young box toward his slowly advancing honker. A shudder racked his body when his sensitive glans probed against the slippery open lips of her trembling pussy. He had never been so sexually aroused in his entire life.
Mewling beneath him, Jan opened her thighs even wider, and arching her hips up, she snaked her legs around his waist, offering the full length of her hot slit for his penetration.
"Do it, honey," she sobbed, screwing her cunt up against him. "Put it in, baby, put it in!"
Clutching frantically at his ass, she drew him toward her, feeling his deliciously hard pole slither through her eager opening. As his big cock slithered up into Jan's sucking cunt, Ted visualized that it was being lewdly swallowed by the slippery pussy of the little red-headed neighbor. Feeling his bloated cockhead slip through the hot juicy lips of his wife's vagina, he gave a mighty thrust, driving it deep into her trembling belly with one savage stroke.
"Aaaaauuuugggghh!" she screamed as his unusually big cock sliced up through her sensitive flesh.
Grasping his buttocks even tighter, she arched her hips and drew him further into her lust-crazed body. It was only when she felt his big glans pressing against her womb and his massive balls nestling in the soft crack of her ass that she realized he had fully penetrated her.
Lying perfectly still on his wife's writhing body, he visualized his cock buried deep in the red-fringed little slit of the sensuous teen-ager next door. His eyes closed, he could clearly see her long red hair splayed across the pillow and her parted little lips smiling up at him. He could even feet her big, soft breasts squishing against his chest as his wife's excited little pussy sucked and squeezed at the base of his cock.
"Oh, darling," Jan whispered, relishing the feel of his rock-hard shaft buried deeply in her hungry, clasping cunt. "You feel so big and hard!"
Slowly at first, he began pumping his super-hard cock in and out of her gasping hot fuckhole. The soft flesh and ridges of her cuntal walls rubbed deliciously against his slithering penis. Driving his cock in and out at a steady rhythm, a stream of hot cuntal juices squished out of her grasping slit, saturating her squirming little ass. Her mouth gaping open, her hair flailing from side to side, Jan was thrusting her hips up to meet every stroke of his plunging honker.
Never had the girl fucked with such abandon. For the past few years she had held back, not wanting to be disappointed by Ted's usually premature ejaculation. She had been left hanging so many times by his early climaxes that she rarely let herself go. But today was different. She could tell from his sure, strong thrusts that he was going to carry her over the threshold of sexual ecstasy.
"Oh God, I love you," she whispered, covering his lips with her wet open mouth.
He could feel her lurching frantically beneath him, and realized that his wife was rapidly approaching her orgasm and he prayed that he could hold back until she had climaxed. He had shot his load prematurely too often, and he didn't want to disappoint her again.
Knowing that if he didn't bring her off soon it would be too late, he began ramming her with faster, harder strokes, hoping to quicken her orgasm.
He suddenly wondered how it would feel to be ramming his throbbing shaft into the slippery pink slit of the little prick-teaser next door. The thought of the naughty little girl's soft naked thighs wrapped around his waist only lent more flames to the burning fire in his tingling balls.
Their slippery bodies pounding recklessly into each other, her hard little breasts burning deliciously against his chest, the young couple pounded toward their inevitable climax as his juice-slick cock tore violently in and out of her hot grasping cunt.
The way she was frantically grasping him in her arms, gripping him with her ankles and thighs, he could tell her orgasm was rapidly approaching. Listening to Jan sobbing and gurgling beneath him, he knew it wouldn't be long now.
"Oh, God, honey!" she squealed as he drove harder and deeper into her quivering body. "Fuck me good, darling! Fuck me good!"
Ted suddenly wondered what the brazen little teen-ager next door sounded like when she was being fucked. He could vividly picture her writhing on the chaise longue, plunging her finger in and out of her hot little pussy.
Jan was tensing for the inevitable orgasm that was building up in her body. It was only seconds away, and this time, she knew she would reach it. A wild thrill gripped her body as she started up over the crest. How she loved her beautiful husband who was carrying her to the very apex of sexual fulfillment.
It was at that moment that she suddenly felt a torrent of hot semen gushing up into her cuntal passage. She could feel it spurting against her cervix.
"Don't stop," she sobbed, clutching at his ass, frying desperately to keep the spent cock against her throbbing clitoris. "Please, darling, I'm starting to come! Please don't stop!"
The screaming girl was only a split-second away from an overwhelming orgasm. She frantically raised her hips, trying to bring herself off by rubbing ha swollen clit against the base of his jerking, shrinking cock.
"Don't stop, honey!" she screamed hysterically. "Please, darling, I'm starting to came! God, honey, I was coming! I was coming! I was coming!"
Her husband's prick gave two or three feeble jerks and slipped out of her frustrated cunt as he rolled over on his back.
"You rotten bastard!" she shrieked. "You dirty rotten bastard! Don't ever touch me again!"
Grasping at her cunt, she tried to bring herself off with her trembling fingers, but it was too late.
"I'm sorry," Ted gasped, humiliated with his performance. "I just can't control myself."
"Oh, shut up!" she cried, breaking into uncontrollable sobs. "That's the last fuckin' time you never going to do that me."
He reached his hand out to try and console the trembling girl.
"Don't touch me," she sobbed, pushing him away. "I never want you to lay a hand on me again."
As his wife continued crying hysterically into her pillow, Ted got up and took a shower. Reentering their bedroom, he put on his denim cut-offs and left, quietly closing the door behind him. Filled with remorse, he wandered through the house, hating himself for his lousy sexual performance. He wandered out onto the patio, and glancing over at the neighbor's garden, he noted that the little redhead had disappeared.
Later that morning as he tried to concentrate on the paper, Jan walked into the room and sat on the arm of his chair.
"I'm sorry, darling," she said in a low flat whisper. "I didn't mean what I said. I was just awfully upset."
"You don't have to apologize," he sighed. "It was my fault."
"I love you, darling," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Now if you'll forgive me, I'll fix us some breakfast."
The next day Jan was nervous and restless. She loved Ted very much, but their frustrating sex life was bothering her more than she wanted to admit. When she'd finished straightening up the house, she decided to drive over and talk to Lois Evans. Lois, older than Jan, was a very attractive woman in her early thirties. They had worked together when Jan was helping Ted through school, and their warm friendship had endured through the years. Jan often sought her friend out for counseling, and she'd found through the years that Lois' advice was usually very helpful.
"You seem nervous today," the older woman smiled as they sat in her kitchen, sipping coffee.
"Not really," Jan answered, unable to bring up the subject that was bothering her.
"Come on, Jan," Lois urged. "Something's bugging you."
"I guess I'm sexually frustrated," she blushed.
"You – sexually frustrated?" laughed the older woman. "How could you be frustrated with that beautiful big man you have?"
"I can n-never r-reach an orgasm," Jan stammered nervously.
"Have you consulted a doctor?" her friend asked.
"It's not me," she replied. "It's Ted."
"Why is it Ted?"
"He simply can't control his ejaculations," Jan answered. "It's always 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."
"Well, honey," Lois smiled. "That can be worked out with patience and practice."
"But, Lois," Jan continued, "you don't know how frustrating it can be."