Young Bride, Hotwife

by Laran Mithras

  Dave's monster was pressing against her pussy and spreading it with a very heavy pressure and tension. Her thighs and legs were tight with that tension, but she wanted to do what her husband wanted her to do – to learn and grow. If this was part of it, she would do it willingly for him.

  But I don't think Dave's going to fit. She felt the slipping oil sensation but her hole just didn't seem to want to stretch that far. It'll rip me open. What had they called it? A bitch-ripper or something like that?

  Her pussy trembled, stretched tight and quivering. She could feel the head in her just a little, filling her opening so full with pressure she thought she would be paralyzed forever afterwards from just the attempt.

  She gasped in a breath, then held it again. The pressure spread deeper. Is it happening? Or is it just getting more painful? Please let it happen; my husband wants me to do be able to do this. Please, please, please…

  ~ ~ ~

  CT's eyes widened. He moved his phone closer and took a picture. The head of his friend's cock was moving into Sammie's opening – beginning to slide past the resistance.

  She whimpered, her hips trembling and her legs shaking with effort.

  He moved around the loveseat next to Dave again. His friend was tense, his legs out and spread, the muscles on his back and butt clenched with the push of his penis into Sammie's pussy.

  She cried out louder in a high pitched voice, her eyes squeezed shut.

  The helmet invaded her hole and disappeared.

  She let out a loud groan and relieved gasp.

  A huge drop of precum bubbled out of CT's cock, but he was too frantic to worry about it. He moved the phone, trying to capture pictures of the wonderful event.

  Within just a second, however, Dave's hips closed down onto Sammie's as his shaft sank deep and slid all the way into her. The connection was hidden from view. His friend moaned with relief. "Holy fuck she feels tight."

  CT watched his friend pull back, his hips coming off her and his shaft inside Sammie sliding out and into view. He began laughing, feeling light-headed and relieved. Fuck yes, you did it. Fuck her!

  Sammie tried to laugh, but her breath kept catching her attempt. "I did it?"

  CT's eyes were glued on his friend's slowly appearing and disappearing shaft as he fucked her. "Yes, you did it." His smile was a mile wide. Now fuck her, Dave. Fuck the little girl.

  His friend was already moving with more ease. Once the head was in, the rest was easy as his shaft was only a little thicker than CT's.

  Sammie was beginning to relax. "Oh my gosh, I can feel the head…"

  CT's cock twitched. More precum oozed out. He gripped it and began stroking again; it felt heavenly to jack and watch his wife fuck his friend. He knew exactly what Dave was feeling and his smile widened further. He almost felt like a schoolkid again.

  Dave's butt rose and fell and his shaft slid smoothly in and out of Sammie's pussy.

  CT watched with enrapt ecstasy as his wife's pussy parted for his friend's shaft. He felt a tidal wave of love sweep over him and make him dizzy. He reached out and grabbed her left hand. She looked him in the eyes and squeezed his hand, a happy smile on her face. CT found the connection with his wife so comforting and communicative as Dave fucked her. What is it I've discovered here? This is so much more than just an opportunity for revenge on B.B. What is this spectacular sensation I'm feeling? Why does it feel as if this is a stunning success? I feel like I should be hearing cheering.

  Sammie's eyes closed and her mouth came open, showing her lower teeth.

  CT knew she was enjoying the feel of Dave's cock in her.

  She let go of his hand and welcomed Dave down onto her. She lifted her hips and legs, allowing him better penetration. Her moaning began to grow louder.

  CT settled back, getting a better view of his wife's pussy being speared by Dave's shaft. His strokes into her were long and slow; he was deep-fucking her and enjoying it as if this might be the only opportunity he'd get.

  His wife's moans grew louder yet, and her hips shifted to meet his thrusts.

  CT felt satisfied and so very serene. He stroked in time to his friend's thrusts and wondered about the turn of events. This is perfect and right. She was made for this and I'm not so selfish that I can't share this with my best friend. What other potential hides in this?

  Phone forgotten, he happily jacked his cock while he watched his wife get fucked deep.

  Dave fucked her for almost an hour. By the end, she was melted up to him, sweat on her young body as he pushed deep and unleashed his sperm. They gasped and kissed perfectly as his balls drew up and sent his seed up into her pussy.

  For CT, it was the best hour he'd ever spent in his life.

  ~ ~ ~

  Reality seemed to decide it would twist CT in new directions. Over the next few days, he seethed with worry about what had happened.

  Have I crossed some line from control to chaos?

  He studied Patrick, his new student.

  How will you handle your wife when you marry? Will you do what I did? Will you watch her get fucked and love it? Will you feel the shame and fear later?

  He tapped Patrick on the shoulder. "Don't drop your wrists."

  "It's hard keeping them up." The kid wanted to learn and had good fingers for it.

  "It'll be harder to play if you drop them. Just takes practice. Pretty soon you aren't thinking about it. Lift them and keep them level."

  The student did so and began again. Their home was small but well-stuffed with knick-knacks and decorations. Cramped would be the term CT would use, but everything in it was very obviously quality and valuable. The Lennox figurines on the mantle weren't cheap. The paintings were quality, the drapes were velvet, the rugs were Persian – he had been required to remove his shoes.

  In this home Patrick had grown up in, comfortable and familiar, he was having to learn new things that were uncomfortable. Hand position on the piano he had seen since a toddler. But the discomfort of learning how to hold his wrists didn't change the home and what the boy knew of it.

  Was CT's relationship with Sammie any different? Was his comfort of what they went through together indicative of success or failure? If Sammie had indeed later on grew tired of his age, would anything in between this time and that matter? Except for happiness?

  If she was going to leave him for a younger man eventually, would it matter that he feared now for what the events of the previous week had brought to their marriage?

  I might be doing her a service for when she does leave me. Teaching her how to enjoy fucking… he thought to himself.

  Sammie had treated him no different since Dave had fucked her. In fact, she clung to him as much as ever, if not more. The eagerness to please in her eyes told him he hadn't lost her.

  Is it possible to be so open and not lose her? Shouldn't a wife be controlled like a dog on a leash? Or should I trust her love for me? He began to grow hard remembering Dave's cock plunging into her. Is it possible to enjoy her without fear?

  Patrick worked through the scales not without some clunky moves, but the wrist posture was better. His long fingers would learn positioning with practice.

  Could CT learn something new? Did his fear have a place? Or was it a hindrance? His fun and enjoyment had almost immediately been followed by doubt and fear – ruining the experience, if not the lust-inspiring memory.

  B.B. had sent more emails. He had hired a private investigator to find CT. Am I going to be found?

  The pictures had so far done nothing but inflame the hot-shot, big-wig pedophile. I don't have a store; he can't schmooze the landlord into canceling my lease. I don't have any big-name contacts to sour. What's he going to do? Threaten Patrick's parents? The others?

  He sighed. B.B. just might. I need to change my approach to the man. Revenge isn't working.

  ~ ~ ~

  Dave bit off a chunk of cheese and considered the fan cords and motherboard fan headers. I'm gonna need to use a splicer…

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bsp; Davis Armando stretched. He hated the name Davis and everyone who was anyone called him Dave. Only his mother had ever called him Davis and only when he had gotten into trouble - most especially when he would open up the backs of their TVs and tinker on the inside.

  He couldn't help his fascination with what he thought was super technology. Looking back, the thought that a bunch of transistors had been so fascinating made him laugh.

  He had known CT since High School. Cesar had been the school's chess champion while Dave had played baseball. But baseball and technology required different modes of thought and action. His pitching had given way to dabbling in programming and then finally fixing and upgrading computers at a time when improvements to existing systems began accelerating.

  It started with new graphics cards. Installing heat sinks. New audio cards. Network cards instead of phone modems. Then independent motherboard manufacturers opening up his current career choice instead of stocking CDs at Best Buy.

  He chewed another chunk of cheese. I hope CT isn't mad about last week. I haven't had a flash since the day… The memory of Sammie's pussy made his dick harden in his jeans.

  He left her alone, going about his own business as if they weren't there. Getting in between a friend and his wife just for some pussy wasn't high on his agenda. But if CT wanted to teach her, he was sure to be a willing participant.

  Teach her some more, Cesar. I wanna get more of that, for sure. But he knew Sammie belonged to CT – it wasn't for him to demand. Nope, it was for CT to give and he wasn't going to question his friend's generosity.

  He scratched at his trimmed beard. More gray was showing up and his hair had receded a bit on top. He still looked good, but since the divorce several years ago, he had vowed never to go that route again. He didn't want the troubles or hassle. When he made clear his intentions, women often found a way to end things abruptly.

  Money-sniffers. Go get yourself a billionaire.

  He heard the patio door open.

  Oh? Am I going to get a flash? He turned expectantly, a smile on his face.

  It was CT.

  The smile vanished.

  CT frowned. "Something wrong?"

  He looked over his friend's shoulder. "No, just thought I was going to get a flash, then I saw your mug."

  His friend chuckled. "I wanted to talk about that…"

  Dave swiveled around and placed his hands on his knees. "Sure."

  CT drew in a deep breath, holding it, and looking at the ground. "It's about Sammie."

  Yeah, duh, I figured. "Hmm?" Are you going to drop a bomb? But his friend didn't look troubled, just pensive.

  CT said, "I had fun last week." He looked Dave in the eyes.

  A quirk of mirth twisted his mouth. "What, touching my dick?"

  His friend scowled – so like Cesar Salvatore. "No, I meant what we did with Sammie."

  Happiness bubbled up in Dave, but he wasn't done tweaking his friend. "Oh, come on. I saw how hard you got when you stroked me."

  The scowl turned to quiet outrage. "I'm not gay, you dick."

  Dave snickered. "Just teasing you. What about Sammie?"

  CT's features shifted from outrage to thoughtfulness in an instant. It was that way between them – the complete understanding that went with decades of friendship. "I wanted to say that if you wanted more, it was fine by me."

  Delight drove Dave's eyebrows up his face. "Yeah?"

  CT nodded judiciously and Dave knew the nod – it meant he was firm and secure in his decision.

  He said, "And your wife? What does Sammie think?"

  He shifted his eyes to the side as if about to look behind him. "Already talked to her. She had fun and liked it. I told her it would be good for her to continue doing it."

  The enormity of the gift was not lost on Dave. "I don't know how to thank you…"

  "Shut up."

  "No, really."

  CT's eyes sharpened on Dave's. "Listen, there's more to it than this."

  He waited; his friend would tell him succinctly in his own time without beating around the bush and requiring encouragement.

  CT said, "Her father is still threatening."

  "What's he going to do? You don't have a store—"

  "I know. Been thinking about that. But I wouldn't put it past the bastard to find and start bad-mouthing me to the families employing me."

  Dave grunted. "He's that bad?"

  CT's look was fierce. "He had my store burned down—"

  He was nodding. "Right… I guess so."

  "Anyway, I've sent him a couple emails with nasty pictures of his daughter. I'm chewing over something…"

  "You think that will get him to stop?"

  CT crossed his arms. "Well, it hasn't so far, but I'm thinking of sending him a few of us doing things with Sammie. Might buy her a wedding dress and get some pics in that."

  Dave chuckled low. "You dirty man."

  "I need to shame him into stopping."

  "Worth a try, I guess, though you might need to play hardball with him."

  "How so?"

  Dave leaned forward, his voice low. "Do to him what he's doing to you."

  "Burn down his house?"

  "No, I mean threaten. Tell him you're going to send those pictures to his competitors at the other networks."

  "Hmm." His eyes shifted left and right, fast. That told Dave that his friend was considering it in light of other things on his mind. What those other things were, Dave didn't know: it was up to CT to reveal them and he would or wouldn't in his own time. "I'll have to think about that."

  CHAPTER 14

  Sammie sighed contentedly as Dave moved his cock in and out of her. She was used to the size of his cockhead now and the feel of it was so different than her husband's. Not better, just different.

  Lying on her back in Dave's bed, she gazed up at his handsome face as his cock massaged that deep ache and tension in her pussy. "You're not getting much work done."

  Dave chuckled. "After this, I promise." He had already cum earlier that morning and they had lain in bed naked until he was ready again. "Besides, it's a short finish on the one project and I'm waiting on parts for the next."

  She moved her hips with his, feeling the electric eroticism suffusing her sexuality. My husband was right, this is very good for me. She felt alive and more of a woman than ever before. She felt so lucky to have a husband who was so considerate, caring and confident in her ability to grow. His pride and patience with her propelled her to give him her best effort – not that overcoming her objections was easy, but he made it easier.

  She smiled happily beneath Dave as he leaned down to kiss her. The sensation of his tongue hot on hers and his cock deep in her pussy created a fantastic swell of sensation that had her head swimming. She moaned in the kiss and her hips moved with more need.

  He broke the kiss and panted, "I'm so glad CT is letting us do this; you're a fantastic fuck."

  She giggled. "I'm glad, too. This feels good."

  His eyes glazed over and he began pumping and pushing into her harder. His manhood murdered her pussy, sending shockwaves of lust up her inner being. His masculine force covered her and penetrated her, driving deep with his need and feeding hers.

  She whimpered, feeling the twists inside that promised another orgasm. She moved her hips faster, wondering if she would have another. The tension turned tighter and she gripped Dave's shoulders with claws at the hint of painful release.

  He seemed to sense it and stopped long enough to lift her legs to his shoulders.

  Totally exposed and opened to him, she laughed with some uncertainty. Am I going to be able to do it like this? CT doesn't do this…

  Dave shifted upwards, then began hammering his stiff cock down hard into her pussy. His hips slapped against hers with loud force.

  Sammie's eyes rolled up in her head and a buzzing filled her ears. The amazing thickness was slammed into her without pain, but with energetic force that filled her so full and deep… Each hammerin
g thrust was so fulfilling that her pussy began clutching in convulsions. She sighed loud, without much control. Oh yes, keep doing this. Fuck me and don't ever stop…

  Her orgasm started as an agitation – a tickle that was more angry than slow. A violent twist of tension within her turned into a sudden burst of release that tore a grunt from her mouth. Her eyes snapped open in shock as the terror of the release gripped her. Oh fuck…! She gripped Dave's back and pulled hard.

  Tearing rips of release scorched her insides in painful pulses that brought excruciating relief. Her head was up, tense and her teeth gritted. She cried out and her body shook violently underneath him. Her head flopped back down onto the pillow and she panted. Wow, two orgasms in one day? This is a first… Amazing.

  Dave sounded awed. "Fucking awesome." He began grunting, driving his cock into her convulsing pussy with such force that she moved in huge jerks on the bed underneath him.

  She closed her eyes, relishing the bursting sensations of his slamming manhood deep inside her. I don't think I'll be able to walk after this.

  He groaned heavily and sank deep. His thickness in her swelled and she felt her pussy clamp onto his cock. He shifted more, the head pushing deeper. She felt her pussy squeezing rhythmically on his swelling shaft. She felt so full and complete – so a part of the man inside her.

  His blast of hot sperm into her pussy brought a sigh of happiness from her. She tried to pull on him and arch her pussy up to help him get deeper. Her pussy clamped and squeezed, milking his wet man-offering deep into her.

  She went still, mouth open in a silent gasp as she enjoyed the hot and wet filling sensation spreading inside her.

  He panted, grunting, and thrusting deep with each spurt of sperm. He finally blew out a huge breath and lowered her legs.

  She felt as if they were dead weights and let him move them where he wanted them. She was too busy listening to their breaths and the pounding of her heart. I could do this forever.