The doctor enjoys her new husband's attentions

Some minutes later, Jamie sat naked in his new wife's lap, his soft butt resting on her firm thighs. His cheeks were burning, his slender chest rising and falling with hot little panting breaths, and between his legs his dick stood up shamefully stiff. Having his new wife tenderly strip him out of his wedding dress and lingerie had left him almost whimpering with desire. Margaret's large, warm hands had slid all over his body as she slowly worked off his clothes, touching every part of him. After the dress had slid from his shoulders to land in a heap on the floor, she'd run her fingers over the bare skin of his back before undoing his bra, then moved her hands round to caress his chest and tease his stiff, aching nipples. His skin was still tingling where she'd touched him.

His panties had been left for last, and she'd really taken her time with those, just inching them down his soft thighs while her hungry eyes drank in every sliver of pale flesh she bared. Jamie had frozen with shame when his naughty, stiff dick had popped free to quiver shamefully in the air, frightened for a moment she was going to take one look at how hard he was and call him a slut. Instead, the handsome doctor had stared at his aching erection with gleaming, lustful eyes, her full lips parted and her cheeks flushed scarlet. It had been shocking to the sheltered boy how good that had felt...to be looked at it with hungry, womanly desire. The thought of what a woman might do to him where she to have him at his dick at her mercy had always been rather frightening for the sheltered boy, his head filled with worrying stories of young men having their innocence and purity forcefully stripped from them by cruel and callous girls who only cared about their own pleasure. Yet now, with his new wife staring at his stiff erection with such fierce desire, he'd found he was just **** for her to toss him on the bed and take whatever she wanted from him.

Finally, Margaret had slipped his panties the rest of the way down his soft legs, her fingers deliberately tracing over his bare skin all the way down to his ankles. He'd awkwardly lifted each leg in turn to let her pull the silky underwear off, leaving him standing there in front of his new wife totally naked, letting her drink in the sight of him with hungry, longing eyes. He was bare in front of a woman...stripped by her firm, loving hands, and about to be taken into her bed. For Jamie, who'd never even kissed a girl before his wedding day, it had all been the most dizzying, amazing experience of his life. And she hadn't even...had sex with him yet, hadn't even taken his virginity. That was still to come...a thought that had him shivering with boyish lust.

When she was done stripping him bare, the handsome doctor had practically torn off her own suit and tossed it away across the room, fighting her plain grey boxers off her long, toned legs next and stepping out of them. Jamie had watched every moment, his wide gaze darting over each new sliver of skin she bared. Her naked body was so different to his, the soft curves of her big, quivering boobs giving way to toned muscle at her her shoulders and belly. He found himself wishing she'd been a bit slower, let him see even more, but before he had been able to get much of a good look she'd grabbed him by the waist and gently pulled him along with her as she'd sat down on the bed.

In moments, the boy had found himself sitting across her lap, her lips pressed hungrily against his and her strong, toned arms wrapped around his slender body. His bare chest was squashed against her huge boobs, those soft mounds rubbing enticingly on his skin as she leaned into the kiss. She had her tongue between his lips again, hot and wet as it gently pressed his own down before tracing over the inside of his mouth in tender, lingering licks that made Jamie shiver with longing against her body. When she leaned back at last, the boy was panting hard, his eyes huge and limp as he gazed at his new wife's handsome face. He knew he should be good and just keep looking up at her, waiting for her to tell him what to do, but he couldn't quite stop his gaze from darting down her tall, naked body. Her boobs...looked even bigger bare, two perfectly round mounds of soft flesh squashed against his chest. He could feel her stiff nipples on his skin, rubbing against him in ways that made him shiver. He knew boys weren't supposed to be so interested in a woman's body, it was naughty and slutty...but how could he not want to feel even more of them?

“The way you're staring at me...it's just adorable, sweetheart.” She laughed above him. Jamie gasped and glanced up at her, his cheeks red-hot. “Go ahead, have a feel if you like. I’m your wife. You’re allowed to touch me just as much as I’m allowed to touch you.” Her hands slid down his back as she spoke, and she made that last point rather clearer by sliding her warm hands down his back and gently cupping both cheeks of his bare butt under her palms. Jamie yelped in shock, wriggling in her grasp, but between them his stiff dick ached even hotter. He bit his lip, staring at her huge boobs right in front of him. She'd...said it was okay for him to touch them, and he was supposed to listen to his wife, right?

The boy reached out with one trembling hand, still hardly able to believe this was happening. His fingers found the top of one round boob, tracing hesitantly over the smooth skin. She felt so soft...he didn't think women could feel that way. His belly fluttering wildly and his erection throbbing away between his legs, Jamie gently laid his palm on top of that soft mound. Hers...were so big. She had to have the largest chest of any woman he'd ever seen before. Feeling bolder, the boy moved over the curve of her boob, admiring how firm and perfect the soft globe felt. Margaret was watching him the whole while with hooded, lust-filled eyes. He was really enjoying this...her boobs were amazing, but he hoped...he was pleasing her too. That was what a man was supposed to do in bed after all, please the woman. It wasn't about what he wanted. He paused with his hand still gently resting against the softness of her boob and bit his lip uncertainly. What if he was going too far, being too selfish? Noticing his hesitation, his new wife suddenly leaned in, her body pressing into his and squashing his hand into her smooth chest. Her arm wrapped around him, tugging him right in against her.

"Let me tell you a secret, sweetheart." Margaret murmured in his ear, her hot breaths tingling on his skin. "It's not something most boys know, but us women are just as sensitive in the chest as you are, maybe even more. Feeling those soft boyish fingers on my breasts...it's making me so very wet, darling. And I was already dripping before we even started." Jamie gasped, his slender body trembling against her. She was wet? Really? That meant he was pleasing her after all, even though he was short and freckly and shy, not at all like the sexy boys women actually liked. He felt his heart soar with shuddering relief. "Do you want to do something more for me?" His new wife whispered, her fingers tracing over the skin of his shoulder.

"Yes....Margaret." Jamie nodded frantically, even more **** to be a good husband now.

"Come now, sweetie, we're married." She shook her head, one curved eyebrow raised. Jamie froze, wondering what he'd done wrong. He was so silly and stupid! He must have upset her somehow. "Call me darling, or dear at least." Margaret continued insistently. Jamie's mouth dropped open...that was all she wanted? He'd thought for a moment he'd really messed up there! "Try it now please." She glanced down at him, her lips pursed expectantly.

"Yes, darling." He stammered. It was...a bit hard that first time, but the word felt nice to say to her despite his burning cheeks. He'd get used to it, he thought, staring at the handsome woman he was married to through fluttering lashes.

"Good boy." Margaret nodded, her full lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Now...let's get you ready, come lie over my lap on your back like this." Her hands took him by the waist and she easily moved his slender body until he was resting on the bed beside her, bent back at the waist to lie with his upper body over her bare lap. One hand rested against his back, holding him up slightly. She wasn't even really muscly as women went, but she could just handle him so effortlessly all the same. It all made his head spin. "Here...sweetheart." She leaned forward, her boobs hanging over his blushing face. "Get that sweet mouth of yours on my breasts." It wasn't at all what he'd expected, but the boy didn't hesitate even an instant, craning his neck up to nuzzle into those two gorgeous mounds. He kissed at her smooth skin, rubbing his cheeks and lips over as much of her boobs as he could. "Ah...yes, that feels so good already." His new wife moaned. "But I can't leave my sweet little husband unattended to, can I?"

She reached over him with her other arm, her hand moving down between his slightly spread legs. Jamie was so focused on getting his face buried in as much of her amazing boobs as he could, that he hardly even noticed what she was doing down there. At least until he felt her fingers on his stiff dick, wrapping around his shaft to take it in a gentle grip. The boy squealed in shock, the shrill noise muffled by her breasts. She was touching him there...? With her hand? It was the first time anyone but him had ever touched his erection. It felt so different, her huge hand covering almost his entire length and her fingers so warm on his sensitive skin. She started stroking him up and down his twitching length, her touch light and a bit unsure at first, like she was just getting used to the feel of him. It still sent fluttering heat through the shivering boy. He knew he didn't know much about sex at all, but...wasn't something he'd heard of a woman doing...ever!

"Margaret...I mean, darling?" He gasped, staring up at her from under her huge boobs.

"Don't look so worried, sweetie." She cooed back at him, her smile soothing. "I'm just making you feel good too. That's what this is all about, isn't it? Making each other feel good?" Jamie nodded uncertainly. That wasn't what he'd heard sex was for. It...was supposed to be for making babies, and for pleasing his wife. His own feelings weren't supposed to have much to do with it. But now his kind new wife was actually letting him touch her amazing boobs, and putting her hand on his dick, even though it was all naughty and stiff! He could hardly believe it! "You see my nipples?" Margaret murmured, the sound of her voice drawing his attention back to her. Jamie's gaze darted down to her boobs and he nodded hurriedly, staring with longing eyes at those stiff nubs. "Why don't you try sucking them? I'll like it, I promise." She was stroking him the whole while, her hand slowly pumping up and down his throbbing length. Her hand felt so...good, teasing his sensitive dick in a gentle rhythm that filled his belly with eager warmth. He just wanted to please her too.

"Yes...dear." He gasped, then leaned quickly forward. His open mouth found one of her nipples and he eagerly wrapped his lips around the stiff nub. Her low moan of pleasure filled his ears, the lovely sound making his heart tremble with delight. Spurred on, he sucked eagerly, rolling her nipple over with his tongue while his lips gently held it between them.

"Ah...that's it." Margaret purred above him. Her hand on his back lifted him up higher, pressing his face into her boobs as he sucked and licked her nipple with lustful eagerness. The boy could never imagine this would feel so amazing. Even without her hand stroking his dick he would have enjoyed it so much! As it was, the growing heat between his legs had his hips wriggling and bucking, thrusting his stiff erection in a lewd, slutty way into her pumping fingers. "Now the other one, you sweet, darling boy." His new wife murmured, drawing back to let the first nipple pop free of his lips before turning slightly to present the other one. Jamie darted in to suck on that one next, his tongue gently circling the stiff nub to draw fresh moans from his wife. Just the thought that he could please her like this made his own desires surge even higher, his head so filled with how good this felt that he couldn't even worry about how slutty he must look right now.

He could feel the tight ball of pleasure in his belly, swelling up inside him as her hand continued stroking him up and down. Knowing he was getting close, he kissed and sucked even more eagerly at her nipple, wet, lewd noises coming from his lips. His dick felt harder than it had ever been in his life before, pulsing with heat in her gentle grip. Her hand just felt so good...and her boobs were just so soft and amazing. He couldn't hold back any longer! With a hoarse moan into her breast, the boy bucked and trembled in her lap, crackling sparks flooding up his shaft. Hot cum squirted from the tip of his dick, all over her waiting fingers. Jamie felt his new wife tremble against him and she let out a rough sigh of lust and satisfaction. She sounded so happy...he thought distantly, his head swimming with aching satisfaction. That had...been way more amazing than any of the naughty orgasms he'd given himself in bed at night. No wonder boys were always told to be good and not to touch themselves. It felt kind of pointless when his wife's gentle hand was just so much better!

He slumped back, only her hand on his back holding him gently up against her chest. With a pleased moan, she gently lowered him back into her lap, his longing gaze darting up to her handsome face. She wasn't looking back at him just yet. Instead her wide eyes were fixed on his cock...or rather the hand she'd just been stroking him with. The boy felt his cheeks burn with shame as he saw his pearly cum all over her fingers, sticky strands clinging to her skin. It was really kind of her to stroke him like that...but she must think it was so disgusting. He expected her at any moment to scowl and wipe it away, or make him clean her up or something.

"Ah...so much..." Margaret moaned instead. As Jamie watched in shock, she lifted that sticky hand to her lips. Her tongue fluttered free, darting hungrily over her fingers and eagerly lapping at the pearly cum clinging to her skin. Lying over her naked lap, he could feel her trembling, her breaths hot and hungry between those lewd licks. The boy bit his lip...feeling so very confused. She liked his cum that much? Why? Weren't women supposed to find it disgusting? It had always been such a shameful thing to him, hurriedly disposed of to make sure his Momma never found out he'd been sluttily pleasing himself. Now he was watching his new wife her avidly lap up the last few sticky strands like she was just **** to taste every drop. "Thank you, sweetheart." Margaret smiled tenderly down at him at last, using her other hand to gently pat his forehead. But as her blue eyes moved slowly over his naked body, drinking in the sight of him, the boy could feel the simmering lust in that hot stare. "That was really good. Only now...I think it’s time I make love to you for real...”