Janet Mccoy

Hot bed brides

CHAPTER ONE

Ken Tate pushed himself away from his typewriter and went to the front window. He had had enough of writing for one day. His latest spy thriller was going well. He was pleased. With any luck, he'd have it off to the publishers in another couple of weeks.

Right now, Tate had no heart left for spy plots and secret weapons and bodies in alleys. His thoughts were turning to fair damsels, and the building distress in his aching balls.

His wife Annie would be home soon. Tate had plans for her. Just the thought of her lush young body jerked his cock up to half-mast inside his pants.

Tate would be forty-five next birthday. He was in the midst of respectable middle-age. The big muscular writer congratulated himself on the zest for life that had kept him free of the chains that usually went with his age… a nagging, middle-aged wife, screaming kids; a mortgaged house; headaches and more headaches.

Instead of wallowing in misery, Tate was looking forward to the return home of his beautiful nineteen-year-old wife. Annie was in college, and she was always bursting with energy and ideas when she got home from school. He enjoyed listening to her. She was so lovely, with her flushed pink cheeks, her sparkling eyes, her bubbly personality that kept Tate thinking young.

Tate considered himself a very lucky man.

Just this morning, Tate had had a letter from an old buddy. Sam and he had been in college together. They had renewed their acquaintance on and off over the years. It had been a good five years since they had seen each other. Sam had just returned from Europe with a brand-new French wife. They would be arriving for a visit in a couple of days.

Tate could hardly wait to see his friend, and to show off his own beautiful wife. He could not help gloating at the thought that Sam would be jealous. French mam'selle or no, Tate was sure Sam's wife couldn't be any more spectacular than his own sexy Annie.

He forgot everything else as he caught sight of her through the window. She had a way of bouncing when she walked that made her large round tits reach out and grab a man's attention.

At first, Tate had been jealous of the fact that she always wore thin T-shirts, and never a bra. No man could resist ogling her. Her nipples prodded pertly against the thin material of her shirt. Her breasts swayed, just enough to indicate there was nothing artificial holding them in place. Those big firm globes were just Annie… All Annie!

When she had teased him about his jealousy, he had learned to laugh at himself. Now he grinned when he saw men straining their necks out of car windows to get a closer look… when he saw them trip over their own feet to get a few inches closer to her on the sidewalk. He liked to see she was admired. It gave him a secret thrill to know she was alibis!

His cock was throbbing noticeably as he watched the steady bounce, bounce as she hurried toward their comfortable cottage home. She was wearing a short skirt with her T-shirt. Her legs were long and shapely, though just the slightest bit awkward in their movements. That awkwardness sent an extra jolt to Tate's cock. It reminded him that she was still unfinished, still a girl right on the verge or full womanhood. The child-like quality she still bore made him hunger for her. He loved to mold her, to shape her… to make her eager cunt spasm for more of his lusty instruction on the facts of life.

The neighbors' cat Puss was sitting on the sidewalk just outside their gate. She bent over to stroke him. Her ripe round ass-cheeks burst into view. Her white buttocks were separated by a thin wisp of white panties that had been pushed up into the crack between by her day's activity.

Tate's cock was rock-hard now. His fingers could almost feel that smooth supple flesh yielding under their grasp. "Get the hell in here," he grunted aloud. He was ready for Annie.

She straightened up and entered the gate. She saw him watching her through the window and waved gaily. She started to run.

As soon as she entered the front door, Tate grabbed her. "Hello, beautiful! You got here just in time! Bend over, baby!"

While she squealed with delight, he bent her over the back of a chair and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He fondled the curves of her buttocks, relishing the reality that a moment before had been only taunting pictures. Her flesh was cool, from the breeze that had swirled up under her skirt and teased her most sensitive parts. Roughly he pulled on the panties, tearing them, pulling them right off her. She shrieked and wiggled her ass encouragingly.

"Oooohhh, what a nice warm welcome!" She grinned back over her shoulder at him. Her curly long blonde hair fell across her face. She looked wanton and desirable… naughty, in her girlish way. Tate's hand started to caress her wet cunt-slit. "Oooohhh… Tate darling… have you got something in there for me?" She looked significantly at the bulge in his pants. He could see the lust cloud her vision. He shoved two fingers deep into her hot wet pussy.

"Boy, have I, baby! Christ, this cunt is wet! What have you been thinking about all day? Does history turn you on, beautiful?"

"Don't be silly! What turned me on was remembering your nice hard cock slipping into my cunt this morning when I was still half-asleep. I've been walking on Cloud Nine all day… and all because of you… Mmmmmmmm…" She rotated her buttocks lewdly backward, shoving her cunt down deep onto his impaling fingers. "Uuuuuuhh! I like that!"

Having a nineteen-year-old wife kept Tate young and in shape. He knew that to keep such a greedy young creature satisfied, he had to be on his toes all the time. They made love two or three times a day. Yet it never became boring or routine. Annie inspired him. All she had to do was move a leg, wiggle a toe… and his cock leapt to attention. She was better for him than a drink straight out of the Fountain of Youth! She was his own private piece of the Rock!

He pulled down his fly and freed the tingling shaft of his stiff cock. He guided the bloated head up between her ass-cheeks. With one smooth motion, he replaced the two fingers in her cunt with hard filling cock. His cock-tip slipped all the way up inside, until it collided with her rubbery cervix.

"Aaaaiiieeeee! Ooooohhh, it's soooo ni-i-i-ice!" His sudden entry had knocked the wind right out of Annie. She felt weak, defenseless, filled to brimming with pleasure. As he began to stroke his cock in and out of her clutching cunt, she gradually started to move back to meet him. She mewled wantonly as she relished the delicious hot urgency that was forcing her cunt-walls wide apart. All day long – any time she had a free moment – Annie thought about cock and cunt, screwing and sucking. She considered herself a very sensual girl. She loved to make love. Any time Tate gave her his cock, she was happy. "Ooohh Ta-a-ate! Screw meeeee! Make me feel good-d-d."

Tate could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He willed his muscles to obey him as he gathered up the strength to screw the young beauty senseless. The sight of her firm squirming ass-cheeks, her blonde hair flying wildly around her head… the feel of her hot cunt-walls… all these combined to give him the courage of a man of steel. He was in control now. He would make his own pleasure out of watching her come unglued. He loved the feverish way she responded to his lusty pounding.

They were far enough from the window that Tate was confident they could not be seen from outdoors. But they had a clear view of the odd passerby on the sidewalk beyond the wire mesh fence. Tate could see that Annie was too aroused to pay any attention to the view. He himself got a prurient thrill out of watching business as usual on the street while he sent his long cock deep up into his wife's tight young hole. "Uuuuuhhh Christ… baby… there's no pussy like your pussy!"

Each time he gave her one of his lewd compliments, she seemed to wiggle even more furiously than before. He knew she liked to wallow in the sheer abandoned perversion of lovemaking. She liked it when he talked to her. When he told her how hot and wet her cunt was. It was part of the way they liked to do it together. When she summoned up the control to utter something better than incoherent moans, she returned his compliments.

"Oh God, Tate! Your cock's so big and filling in meee! Oh, I love the way you screw me, lover! My cunt's been hot for you all day!" Her ass slammed back hard against his loins. He watched the amazing suppleness of the smooth flesh as she threw her buttocks first one way and then the other. Annie had been studying belly dancing at school and she could move muscles most other women didn't even know existed. It made making love to her that much more exciting. She had great control of her cunt-muscles too!

"Jee-zuz, Annie! You make it fucking hard for a guy to hold onto it! Shit, your pussy's trying to suck the cum right out of me!" His fingers dug into her hips. He lunged deep into her welcoming cunt.

She giggled recklessly. His deep lunge drove a gasp from her throat. "It's going to get it too!" she taunted him. "Oh yesss! I want to feel your cum in me, all wet and squishy! Mmmmmm!"

As he watched old Mrs. Moore totter by outside on her cane, he slammed his cock again and again as far into Annie's cunt as it would go. Outside images grew distant and vague. The only reality was the intense fire surging from his young wife's twat.

His balls were growing heavier and heavier. The heat of their coupling grew more and more urgent. It was overwhelming him. Her cunt had become hot as hell, and tempting as paradise.

"Oooooohhh, Tate… I'm cummmmmming-g-g!" Her voice was shaky, desperate, blissful, the way it always was when she war in the throes of orgasm. Her buttocks ground heedlessly fuck at him. He let himself be overwhelmed by her energy.

"Uuuuhhk… here it cums, baby! All the wet and squishes you can handle! Jeez-z!" When the last of his hot load had shot up into her cunt, he grabbed her around the chest and bent over her, waiting to recover his strength. He cupped a tit in each hand. Her was as content as a man could be.

When they had ridden out the doldrums of bliss, they got around to the 'hello' kiss. "Did you have a good day, baby?"

"Oh yes. And the best part just happened." She smiled wickedly at him and headed for the kitchen. "How about some cookies and milk?"

"Make mine a beer!" He followed her into the kitchen. She had pulled her skirt down over her ass, bat it pleased him to think that her buttocks were bare underneath. And his cum-juices were right now trickling down her thighs. She sipped her milk. Her big brown eyes watched him over the rim of her glass.

"Good news, Annie. Remember Sam? He's coming for a visit in a couple of days. He just got back from France, and he's got himself a brand new French wife."

"Great. Maybe she'll let me practice my French on her."

"I don't see why not."

"Well, I'm pretty bad. But it'd help a lot to have someone who's really French to talk to. The kids at school are mostly worse than I am."

"That's only natural. You can't expect your average kids at school to hold a candle to you, baby. You're precocious."

Her brown eyes flashed. Her milk was three-quarters gone. "I am, aren't I?"

"You bet. Let me have a couple of those cookies."

"Have as many as you want. I've changed my mind. I think I'd like to have some sausage instead." She stared at him boldly.

Tate could feel himself weakening. He knew that, within five minutes, she would have his cock hard and throbbing all over again. She would have his swollen cock deep in the moist loving confines of her greedy mouth.

"I almost hate to let old Sam see what a lucky guy I am. He's liable to roll over and die of jealousy. Sam's always been a little jealous of me, anyway."

"He may not be doing too badly, French women are famous as lovers."

"Who needs the French? I've got Annie!" He pinched her hardened nipple as he headed for the refrigerator and another beer.

CHAPTER TWO

Sam tipped the bellboy as soon as he had placed the bottle of bourbon, the ice bucket and their chilled glasses on the little glass coffee table. He hustled the handsome youth out of their hotel room and turned to face his wife.

Mimi was calmly preparing their drinks. As usual, she looked beautiful. She had slipped into a filmy pink peignoir trimmed with fur. He had resented the way the bellboy eyed her in that one moment before he started to back him out of the room. Obviously, even in an exclusive hotel like this one, Mimi stood out one notch above the rest. Mimi… with her dark flashing eyes, her curly black hair that reached just to chin length, her well-chiseled features that recalled a model or a women of leisure.

Mimi was not a model, but she was a woman of leisure. She had never lifted a finger in her life. She had always been pampered by men, first her father, then her first husband, and now Sam. Sam was not wealthy, but he was comfortable, thanks to an inheritance from his father, who had worked himself into an early grave establishing a business that would spare Sam and his sister the need ever to work. For appearance's sake, Sam did work, from time to time. He lectured in English literature at various universities in the States and overseas. His reputation as a minor poet and his income, he knew, were the two things that had drawn Mimi to him. Not that he thought she didn't love him. He was pretty sure that she did love him, as much as Mimi had ever loved anybody.

But Mimi was a practical woman. She would never have sacrificed comfort for love. Only when she was assured that she could live the way she wanted and needed to, could Mimi relax enough to learn to love. She had learned to love Sam.

"I wish to hell, Mimi, that you wouldn't flaunt yourself in front of every guy in sight."

Calmly, Mimi stirred her bourbon and, ice with her finger. She seemed to enjoy the melodious tinkle of the ice against the glass. "Don't be silly, Sam. I look. That ees all. I can't help eet eef that surprises the American men." Mimi didn't let Sam upset her. She knew by now that he was an excitable man and, a jealous one. She liked his possessiveness. But she also enjoyed the obvious interest in the eyes of so many of the American men she had admired since their arrival at Kennedy airport. American men were in general so much bigger and stronger looking than Frenchmen. And they were so bold in their looks. Mimi liked that. She liked to look straight into a stranger's eyes and make love to him a little with her soul. American men had her intrigued.

Sam began to feel abashed. He started to worry that he was worrying about nothing. In fact, he realized that Mimi did nothing in particular to attract men's attention. She just was. And that was enough to interest the avenge red-blooded American male. Sam decided he was going to keep a close eye on Mimi while they were in America. While he was pretty sure that Mimi was too lazy to launch any major campaign to go out and get laid, he had his suspicions that, if the opportunity were offered by the right man, she would be willing…

Slowly, Mimi rose and walked over to the king-sized bed. She was wearing very high black heels that accentuated her already provocative wiggle. He could see the enticing bulges where her ass-cheeks strained against the opaque material of her peignoir. His cock throbbed. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I know I shouldn't get so jealous… but Jee-zuz, I can't help it. You're such a damned good-looking woman! You can't blame me for trying to defend my territory just like any old dog guarding his sheep." Sam was from Oklahoma, and occasionally it showed in his language. Though normally, he sounded like any other English professor, when he was emotionally overwrought, he found comfort in returning to his roots. Oklahoma was still planted deep in Sam's soul.

Pleasant pangs of excitement pulsed through Mimi's veins. She liked attention. She had been getting a lot of it since she came to America, both from her husband and from strangers. She was in the mood for more.

She drained her bourbon and stretched back languorously against the pillows. She spread her thighs wide. Her robe fell open so the thick black curls of her cunt-hair were exposed to Sam's view. She wriggled her ass-cheeks up off the bed. "Eat my cunt, Sam darleeng… I am so hungry for eet." Though Mimi already spoke good English when she met Sam, it was he who had taught her her new vocabulary of 'naughty' words. She liked the feel of them on her tongue. She used them a lot in private. "Don't you like my pussy?" She could see by the gleam in his eye that he did.

Sam poured himself another shot of bourbon and drained it. He wiped his neat goatee with the back of his hand. He started toward the bed. In all his years of experience, Sam had never met a cunt like Mimi's cunt. She did things to him no woman before her had ever been able to do. Any invitation from Mimi was like a one-way ticket to heaven. He never could refuse her. Mimi had revived the sex drive he had thought he was losing. She made him feel like a ravenous kid again.

At first he had worried about taking on a wife almost twenty years his junior. He wasn't sure if he could keep up with her. He was delighted to find that there were no problems in that direction. He should have stopped worrying, but Sam was a chronic worrier. It was a basic part of his makeup. So he still saw every man that Mimi looked at as a potential threat. Every time she opened her legs for him, the threat evaporated, for a while. He needed the assurance of her hot cunt, the way other men needed praise from the boss or a winning score from their favorite team.

"Not so fast, Sammee… I want to see your cock. Get eet out for me."

Sam loved the way she said 'cock', the way the word exploded from her mouth. It made his cock throb to hear her. Slowly, relishing her interest, he pulled down his zipper, pulled out his swelling cock.

Her red lips formed an enticing oval. "Ooooh… eet ees so beautiful!" Her dark-thatched pussy wiggled impatiently. "Now, eat my cunt!"

He crawled between her thighs, his stiffened cock bouncing beneath him. He reached for the moist lips of her pink pussy and spread them wide. Her cunt-slit gaped open for him. A drop of moisture made her hole gleam like a diamond. He stuck out his tongue and stabbed her right in her vulnerable little cunt.

"Eeeeeeee… Her dark head, relaxed back on the pillows. Her eyes closed dreamily. Mimi enjoyed the wonderful freedom of being able to yield up all responsibility for her pleasure to the capable talents of her loving husband. She knew Sam would do everything in his power to make her feel good. And she loved to feel good. Oh, how she loved it…! Mmmmmmm… more… I like that… oui… like that!"

Sam's greatest satisfaction was to hear the sounds of pleasure burst from his wife's lips when he was loving her the way she liked it. He considered himself an expert on the little ways to bring a woman pleasure. Mimi appreciated them all. She praised him loudly. Her cunt flared hot and wet for him. She bathed his ego in lusty passion.

His hard cock swayed under him as he worked. He pushed her legs wide open and buried his face in her cunt. He stabbed his tongue again and again far into the clasping depths of her pussy. His lips nibbled her soft fleshy cunt-lips. They sucked on the hard bud of her clitoris. When he could feel her growing weaker under him, he delivered the coup de grace. He licked his tongue savagely up and down, up and down, the whole length of her pulsing pussy. He stabbed her asshole on each downward thrust. He attacked her clitoris at the top of the ride. He thought from listening to her that she would go put of her mind with excitement. "A aaahhhhhh… ooooohhhh, Sammeeee… I'm cunimmmmeeng-g-g!" She was lost in the warm wash of pleasure. Mimi reacted strongly to stimuli. Attention from strange men. Jealousy from her husband. Hot lips on her curd. The knowledge that Sam's stiff cock was there, hot and throbbing for her. Each element added an extra notch to her abandon. When it came, her orgasm was tense furious explosion.

It made her greedy for more. She ground her cunt into his face harder than ever.

Once he got this first testimony to his skill as a lover, Sam liked to break all records in taking his woman still higher… and higher. Listening to Mimi cum made his balls ache. It made his cock swell that last millimeter to aching rigidity. He dove more furiously into the slick well of her cunt. His mouth worked with the skill of a musician's fingers on the keyboard. He sucked the warm pussy-juices right out of her.

Mimi liked to be pampered by her lover. Once he had selflessly brought her her first tastes of pleasure, then she was ready to give as well as she got. It was part of a ritual with her. She liked to show her power, her value by making the man come to her. Then, when he had slaved for her just long enough, she immersed herself in the joy of being slave to another's lust. She abandoned her pretenses. She let down her hair.

"Move thees way, Sam. I want to suck your cock while you eat me." Those sexy words in that matter-of-fact voice sent a jolt of passion through the length and breadth of Sam's body. Without taking his face from between her legs, he worked himself around so his hard cock was positioned in front of her face. He tongued her clitoris with sensual abandon, waiting for the moment her skilled mouth would attack his swollen cock. "Mmmmmm, Mimi honey… You have got the sweetest little cunt! It tastes so good! Better than eggs to a possum!"

He felt her slender fingers clutch his cock. His cock was so sensitized, he could feel her hot breath pouring over it as she prepared herself to take his whole girth between her lips. "Oooohh, Sammee… I love your cock, eet ees soooo beautiful! Mmmmmmm…"

It was happening. The tight oval of her lips was slipping down, down over the fleshy hardness of his cock-shaft. She was bathing his whole throbbing cock in a warm clinging wash of liquid ambrosia. "Aaiieee… oh Mimi baby! What a mouth!"

Without giving him even an instant to accustom himself to her hot mouth-pleasure, she began to work her lips back and forth over his cock. She grew more aggressive, raising her head up so her mouth was actually working up and down, coating his cock with slick steaming saliva. She straddled his face with her loins, mounting his tongue. She ground her cunt down against his mouth, matching the rhythm of her hips to that of her bobbing head.

Sam was rapidly losing consciousness of everything but the heated lips and tongue servicing his cock… and the savory pussy lurching down against big face. Like a driven animal, he strained his neck upward to stab every hidden fold and crevice of her hungry cunt. While his lips gobbled up her juices, his hips began to squirm upward. Hs was driving his cock up into her mouth now, feeding himself to her. Forcing her to suck his cock at the pace his loins dictated.

Mimi was more than a match for his building lust. Strange little sounds burst out around his turgid cock as she struggled to overwhelm him with the skilled gyrations of her lips and her mobile tongue.

Her tongue stabbed recklessly into the slit in his glans, probing for drops of love juices, licking them up greedily. Fed with the inciting taste of his fluids, her tongue swirled round and round his cocktip, slipping on down until suddenly his whole cock was up inside her greedy throat. She tightened her lips around the base of his cock, then started her hypnotic up and down rhythm. Just as he was getting used to the tempo of her pleasure, she switched gears on him, changed her technique. Overwhelmed him again with the enthusiasms and imagination of her tongue-loving.

Bight from the first time he had made love to her, Sam had known that he had to have Mimi for his own. He thought she was a sensational lover, far better than any American woman he had ever known. Mimi could feel and respond with every inch of herself. When she was in the mood, her whole body was a sex organ. That was what made her so special. That was why a blowjob from Mimi was unlike any he had ever had elsewhere. Her mouth was so supple. Her tongue was so greedy. She threw all of herself into the act. She made him vibrate all over with pleasure, the way she herself was doing.

Stimulated by her wanton abandon, Sam nuzzled her cunt like a bear ferreting for honey. He sniffed and poked and licked and blew on her hot hole until Mimi was squirming and squealing for more. With an evil grin, he drew on further reserves of strength, forcing himself to give her what she wanted… determined to make this next orgasm something special for her, the way he wanted them all to be for her. "Ya-hoo! What a woman I've got!" He allowed himself just enough time to blurt out the words, then he returned his mouth to her damp spasming cunt.

With all her Gaelic joy in sex, Mimi nudged her pussy into her husband's face. The brunette was on an endless high. Her body was tingling. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts and sensations. She remembered the way the handsome taxi driver on the way over to the hotel had eyed her in the rear-view mirror. She remembered the smiles and furtive second looks that had greeted her in the lobby. She remembered the bellboy's wistful gaze. America was such an exciting place. Already the young bride knew she was going to have a wonderful time here.

Fiercely, she drove her mouth down again and again onto Sam's thick throbbing cock. She loved to feel the tip of his cock nose its way deep into the back of her throat. She took pride in being able to take all her husband's cock on every instroke. It was a feat she had repeated with every man she had ever known. The woman had a natural talent for opening her throat deep for cock.

"Mmmmmmm… hhnnnhhhhh…" Her nerveendings were on fire. Mimi was going out of her mind with excitement. Her mouth worked faster. Her hips kept up with her mouth. She was pounding Sam's face mercilessly. Her talented tongue showed no mercy to his cock either. With all the energy of her released sexuality, she willed Sam to ride the high ride with her. "Oooohhhh… I'm cuuuumm-eeennngggg-g-g!"

For the second time that evening, Mimi felt the explosive sparklers of orgasm shoot through her. Even as she enjoyed the jolting happiness in her cunt, she forced herself to return her mouth to her husband's cock. She wanted Sam's cum-juices. She wanted to suck them right out of him. With the tempting song of Satan, her mouth fluttered over his swollen cock.

Sam was sure there was no man on earth who could resist Mimi once she set her mind to sucking out his juices. The big man grunted and shot his loins downward as he started to pump his hot cum into her mouth. "Uuuuhhh… shit! Eat my cum, Mimi honey!"