Hi, my name is Lazarus; I'm fifty-seven years old and married for the past 16 months to my beautiful and sexy wife, Johanna. Ours is not what you would properly call a traditional marriage, for Johanna is but seventeen and has a sex drive that would probably kill any two teenagers. That's why I'm writing to let people know how we try to help teens to become better lovers and in time, better spouses.

Johanna was fifteen and pregnant with our daughter, Sarah when we married. I knew I had a tiger by the tail, but I really didn't know how short the handle was until after she had our Sarah and she got the green light from her doctor for sex once more. She had me coming humping her before I we took our showers in the morning, when I cam home at lunch, when I got home at supper, and at least once before we went to bed at night. Some times, I just had to stick two or three fingers up her warm slick tube and jill her off, I was so pooped by that time.

One Saturday afternoon, she came to me in the garage where I was working on my old Chevy, it was a 1946 I was restoring, and said to me, "Lazarus, I'm horny, you gotta help me."

That mean was her way of telling me that I was not doing enough to satisfy her. This was after going out the night before to a swingers club we frequented. I cleaned my hands off and walked with her to our bedroom. We both disrobed and lay down on the bed and cuddled together as we always did. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her long and passionately. "Sarah, you've got enough drive to put three teenagers into the grave and I'm over three times your age."

"I don't know what else to do, honey," she said to me. "I don't want to cause you hurt, but I just need it so bad so often," she said to me.

Almost jokingly, I responded, "Maybe we need to get you a couple young bucks to do your fucking and leave me to do your loving."

She looked at me sort of quizzically for a few seconds, the asked," You know, that might work. Do you think you could stand to see some other guy's cum in me when we do our loving?"

"I think I could get used to that if we needed to," I said, "you could always rinse yourself out before I get home."

"Lazarus, if I did do something like that, would you insist on being here when I did?"

I thought for a few seconds, and then said to my wife, "Well, the first time with any guy, I probably would, but I guess after that, I be okay with him if I think he does well the first time."

"What's him doing well?" she asked.

"I would want him to be gentle with you and show you respect. He has to treat you right, or he's out of here," I said.

Over the next couple of weeks, we talked several more times about the thought. Finally, one day Johanna said to me, "Honey, there's a good friend of mine who has a son. He's somewhat bashful and is still not dating. My friend asked me if I knew of anyone, she could fix up with him to get his cherry. I told her that I might, and would get back to her."

"Tell me about him?" I said to her.

"Well, he's about fifteen, wears glasses, and he's very tall for his age. I've seen him at her house and he's very polite. I'd like to try with him."

"Okay, I said to her, but let's do it with you in the guest room and me in the living room so he knows that I'm close by."

"That'd be okay with me," Johanna said to me. "I'll tell Martha that I know someone and see if I can set something up."

A couple days later, as we were coming down from our after lunch romp in bed said to me, "Lazarus, it's all set up. This Saturday afternoon, Martha is going to bring her son over so I can help him. Is it still okay with you?"

After a quick thought, I told her it was. That gave me three days to think about it and, if I changed my mind, pull the plug before anything happened. Friday night we were out to dinner as we usually did to start the weekend, and as we were leaving, Martha and her husband drove into the lot with Robert and Robin, their two children.

Johanna quickly called my attention to their car. As we drove toward them, they exited and Johanna waved her friend. I paid notice of the teen that got out of the back seat. "See that boy in walking there?"

"Yes."

"That's Robert. He's the boy who is coming over tomorrow."

"I looked at him, but what caught my eye was the girl who also got out of the back seat. "Hmmm, he said to me, "He can get it up with that girl around?" he asked. "Who is she?"

"That's their thirteen years old daughter, Robin," I told him.

"She's a real looker, and she's only thirteen?" he questioned.

"She's a cutie," I commented, and then changed my attention to driving home. When we reached the house, we went inside. I changed our daughter's wet nappy then took her to the living room and put her down in her basket seat. We watched a couple telly programs then adjourned upstairs. Johanna put Sarah to bed and came to me in our bed.

"Are you still okay with what we talked about for tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm still fine with it. Why, are you having second thoughts?"

"No, I just want to make sure everything goes well for all of us," she told me.

That night, it took me two cums in my wife to get settled down enough to sleep. I guessed I was a bit concerned after all.

We rose at the usual time for Saturday morning. We, the three of us went into the bathroom and, together, had our morning shower. Sarah was always giggly when the three of us showered. Usually, both Johanna and I took turns playing with her and her naked body. Both of us spent time doing that she seemed to like the best, lapping out her little girl pussy crack.

We finally dressed and went out for breakfast. As we were discussing what to order, I jokingly said to my wife, "You better eat light, because that young stud will probably try to overfill you when he cuts loose." Johanna gave me a healthy snack on the shoulder for that comment, but I guess I may have deserved a bit of it.

After eating, we headed home and Johanna made sure she was ready for the young stud when he arrived. I was a bit taken back when they did arrive and it was more then just he. Three people came to the door, Robert, Martha, and Robert's sister Robin as well. Then, I was amazed again when, instead of just seeing him to the door and then returning to their car, both of the women followed him into the house. I bid them all to have seats then went to the stairs to let my wife know there were here.

Soon, she came down and greeted her friend. I watched Robert for any signs that might suggest his thinking, but saw none. Martha took a seat in one of our upholstered chairs while the girl took a seat on the arm of the chair in which her mother was seated. She was wearing a long skirt and I could have sworn she was enjoying her self by rocking back and forth on the arm, probably smearing copious amounts of her pussy juice for me to check out later.

Johanna talked with her friend for a couple minutes then turned to the boy and asked, "So, your mom tells me that you are having problems becoming a man and would like some help."

"He murmured something, I couldn't tell what, but blushed several shades of red as my wife led him from the room. I watched the girl smiling as he followed my wife up the steps and out of sight.

Martha and I talked for probably 10 or 15 minutes about various topics, all unrelated to what has brought it together this day. Then, I heard footsteps on the stairs and looked over. Robert was coming down, still tucking his shirttail in as my wife was following several steps behind carrying our daughter. I guessed she had waked so her mother was bringing her back down.

When Robert reached the living room, his mother shocked me by asking, "How was it?"

"Without hesitation, he responded, "Great. That was fun."

His mother looked first at me then Johanna with a bit of shock on her face. "It sounds like his bashfulness has been corrected," she declared as she stood up and gave Robert a hug. "Let's go kids, we've got some other running to go and I'm sure you want to tell me all about your experience, don't you Robert?"

Johanna opened the door and showed her friend, her friend's daughter and her freshly fucked son to the door and out. Half a minute later, we heard their car start and drive off.

"Okay, tell me all about it," I said to my wife.

"If you want me to tell you all of what happened, you're going to have to wait. I need to give Sarah something to eat and change her," she told me.

"Okay, okay," I said to her, "I guess I'll have to wait. The women of the house seem to be in charge here."

It took her about half an hour to get things done to the point we she was ready to give a report. She said to me, "Come on, let's go to our bedroom so I can tell you what happened. I know we're going to be so hot that we'll be there a while."

We walked up the stairs, her leading with Sarah in her arms and me following. She turned into our bedroom, put our daughter into her crib, and gave her several of her favorite toys. She then walked over to the bed and quickly stripped off the clothes she was still wearing. It was only a pair of panties with a pad and her robe.

"Hurry up, get undressed and in here with me," she insisted. I need to get this off my chest,"

I striped and joined her. I gave her several kisses, one on her neck, one on her left breast, and finally, one on her lips. That one, was lingering.

When she finally broke our kiss, she said, "Lazarus, that was wild. I can't believe how exciting that was."

"You're not going to believe this, when we first undressed and got in bed, and I reached up and slid my hand down his cock. He cummed right then and there. It's a good thing I put a towel, he didn't last five seconds."

"Well, what took so long then," I asked her.

"At least, I wanted him to feel his cock inside me. I couldn't very well tell him that's all, and get up. I left him rest a minute then climbed on top of him and started grinding on his stomach. It took a little bit for him to start getting hard again. When he did, I carefully slid him into me. I told him too to tell me if he felt like he was getting close. When he would, I'd stop and let him cook down for a couple minutes."

"Finally, he said he was close and I kept rocking and he spunked me. I don't think he gave me much though, because it was his second. I don't think he gave me much the first time either. I think he probably was thinking about things so much before he left his house that he probably blew a load before he left."

"Lazarus, that was fun, but I need somebody who will do some of the work too. He just lay there and left me do it all. It wasn't much fun for me."

I rolled over onto her as she lay on her back. Her legs automatically separated and her knees came up. I gather her legs and moved forward, until I was buried balls deep in her. It felt almost dry. The kid must have not had anything loaded when he shot her.

Soon though, she was starting to cream. I few seconds of my rocking deep and hard into her cervix, she started to cum.

"Here I cum, she told me, push it hard into me."

I did, and the thought of her description of his prick caused me to cum. I think there were at least six and maybe seven full shots my dick emptied. As soon as I could, I resumed rocking in and out of my wife's now sticky pussy.

I lay down between her legs and kissed her as I usually do when we make love. She kissed me and asked, "What were you thinking about when you filled me?"

"Your description of his pencil dick as you called it," I told her.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked her.

"What it would feel like to you and his sister were here so you could take her cherry," she said to me.

"Would you like that?" She asked me.

"I don't know. How old is she?"

"Thirteen. She just had her first period a couple weeks ago. You didn't get my cherry, so I'd be willing to talk to Martha about Robin giving hers to you. Do you think you would like that?"

"Do you think I could hold off and not cum till I had it inside her for a little while?"

"Lazarus, knowing how horny you are, I doubt it," she chuckled then kissed me. You would probably have to show her what a cum is," she added.

We rolled over, hugged, and cuddled until Sarah decided it was time for us to pay more attention to her.