Today's middle-class Americans maintain a stable outlook which often masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and pre-teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of wife-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made, the effects last a lifetime.
This is a story of a young wife and an episode of debauchery where personal relationships mean nothing and the satisfaction of the senses means everything. What happens to these characters is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm, but is it? Not for these people-outwardly, yes, in reality, no.
HORNY TEASING WIFE-a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind many of America's closed doors.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Anne Bradley was a lonely housewife. Her husband's media career, selling advertising time, kept him moving, traveling. It seemed he was always gone.
They had just taken a new job and moved into their new condominium at Ridge Crest Bluffs. It was a step up for them. A bigger house, more money, the new job. Perhaps a new social standing, which Anne's husband Dave had always wanted.
Anne was thirty-eight. She was a brunette, with bangs across her forehead, the bell-shaped coiffure framing her classic beauty, her square face, proud, well-chiseled chin. Her lips were luscious, her eyes green, and her body was the kind that made men fall to their knees and howl like dogs.
She had just dressed for a luncheon date with a girlfriend. She looked exquisite in a pink, soft sweater that was pushed out in front by her pendulous tits-round, big, like two cantaloupes. She had a tiny waist, but lush, supple hips, and a full ass. Her ass looked as if an expert sculptor had chipped it to a sensuous eroticism. A perfect ass indeed, so round, so firm, and so made for an ass-fuck.
She wore a navy-blue skirt that wrapped around her hips, rippling, tight, alluring. Her legs were encased in dark nylons that were topped by navy-blue, high-heeled pumps.
God, Anne thought. It's been so long since Dave has been home.
She appraised herself in the mirror and applied a thick slash of red lipstick, blushed her cheeks with light rouge, and was preparing to leave when the doorbell rang.
She opened the door and found her young nephew, Josh, standing there.
"Hi, Aunt Anne. Mom wanted me to bring by this tennis racket you left at the house last time you played with her."
"Oh, sure, Josh, come in."
Josh was a handsome lad with a blonde crew-cut and a taut body. He had cute freckles around his nose and smiled widely at Anne as he entered. He wore jeans and a T-shirt.
"Can I get you a Coke?" Anne asked.
"Sure!"
She walked to the kitchen with Josh behind her. The young boy watched the incredible swing of her gorgeous ass and his breath was sucked away by the beauty of her supple ass-cheeks, the way they rippled at the blue skirt, the way the skirt clung to her curves.
Anne bent over and reached into the refrigerator. The skirt pulled like gauze against her ass. Josh's young cock snapped to a pulsing hard-on.
Anne found the Coke, opened it, turned and handed it to Josh. She saw the bulge in his jeans-a spike sticking out in his crotch.
The sight of the boy's erection made Anne tingle. She felt a sweet sensation crease her stomach.
"Josh," she admonished, her eyes on his hard prick. "My, my . . . what's happened here?"
His hand trembled as he raised the can of Coke to his mouth, and he looked over the end of the can, into her eyes. Anne smiled sexily, her lips tugging downward at the corners.
"Huh? Uh, I . . . 'spose I oughta go now," he stammered.
His prick bent against his jeans. Anne didn't know what to do. She had never been around a young boy who had a hard-on for her before. She was impressed, excited. But ... he was her nephew.
She reached out and stroked his cock-bulge. The boy sat the can of Coke down on the kitchen table. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you, Josh?"
"I dunno."
"Gettin' hard like this in front of me. Do I make you jizzy and hot?" "Uh-uh," he grunted.
Anne unzipped his fly, reached in and grasped his cock. She yanked it out, a hard, throbbing six-inch prick. She hadn't felt a prick as hard as Josh's in years.
Her hand wrapped around his smooth cock-stalk, and she squeezed her fingers. She pumped her hand in and out slowly, and Josh sighed loudly.
The tip of his prick spit out a tear of cum that bubbled. Anne knelt down in front of the boy. "My, my, Josh . . . it's gettin' all squirty!"
She licked her tongue over his prick-tip. The boy moaned softly. Her tongue swiped, licked, twirled on his cock-head, licking away the spurting juice.
"No one's ever done this to you before, have they, Josh?"
"Mmmmmffff, no," the lad mumbled.
Anne's tongue was so soft, so wet, warm, delightful as it wobbled on the edge of Josh's teenaged prick.
Anne had never done anything like that before either, and as she whirled her marvelous tongue over Josh's ripening, red, bulging, teenaged hard-on, she wondered if she should be cock-sucking her nephew.
"You won't tell your mother ... my sister . . . about this, will you?"
"No, no ... no ... no .. . no!" he blabbered incoherently.
"No one will have to know about this, will they?"
"Uh . . . no!"
"Feels good, though . . . huh?" Anne whispered, her exciting tongue flapping against the teenager's prick-tip.
"Mmmmm, ohhhhh," the boy giggled.
"Like this, don't you?"
"Yes, yes I do, Aunt Anne."
"Men like this . . . men would kill for me to tongue-fuck their prick like this, Josh!"
He sighed deeply.
"Would you kill to have me doing this, Josh?" she asked softly.
"Oh, yeah, yeah . . . oh, yes, Aunt Anne!"
"I'll bet you'd do anything for me if I'd tongue you like this, huh?" Anne cooed.
"Anything, anything!" Josh cried.
Anne loved hearing the boy plead to her like that ... a thrill tingled through her. His prick was so hard in her hand, his teenaged cock-tip was hot on her red lips. She flicked her tongue into his juicy piss-slit, almost as if she were digging her tongue into a freshly swirled Dairy Queen.
"Anything?" she purred.
"Anything," he moaned.
The possibilities of having a young boy so enamored with her made Anne's grip tighten on his incredibly hard prick.
Anne unbuckled his jeans. She pulled them down. She took his shorts down. She left the clothes in a heap on his ankles. He stood nude, his teenaged body so thin and straight.
She reached up and grasped his prick again in her hand, pulled down on his pulsating prick-stalk, swiped her tongue over his cock-tip, then she sucked his prick into her mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah! Ohhhhh." The boy gulped, panted, his body trembling with love for his beautiful aunt.
Anne was on both knees in front of him now, her head bobbing in and out. Her juicy, ripe-red lips slicked along his prick-stalk.
The boy was beside himself with excitement. A tremor of excitement sizzled through him as his aunt sucked his prick, her thick, red lips plunged around his hard-on.
Anne liked his hard cock in her mouth. She was lost in the passion of the moment, his gasping breath, his incredibly hard, teenaged prick.
She slid her lips out to the edge of his cock, kissed his creaming prick-tip.
"How'd you like that, Josh?" she whispered.
"Ah, ah, ma'am . . . oh, oh!" he babbled, his body trembling.
She smiled, kissed his prick again, swirling her tongue over his squirting cock-head. She licked lazily along his prick-stalk, licking down to his soft balls-two hard little marble shooters between his legs.
"Ahhhhhh!" the boy moaned.
Anne had one hand gripped around his cock, feeling the throbbing beat of his passion. She lifted his balls on the palm of her other hand, jiggled them, licking her tongue all around his round ball-sac.
"Ah, uhhhh!" Josh moaned.
Anne pumped slowly on his prick.
He came. His prick bulged in her hand and began spraying a hot gush of juice that splattered all over Anne's hair-do.
"Ah, uh! Ohhhhhhh, uh. Uh!" Josh panted as he came.
"Oh, my God!" Anne whispered. "You're squirtin' off already . . . Jesus!"
"Aunt Anne, oh . . . oh . . . ohhhhh," he groaned in gasps of pleasure.
Anne kept licking at his balls, her tongue a wild warmth swabbing Josh's ball-sac. Her hand kept pumping on his hard prick, which continued spraying hot jets of cum into Anne's perfect hair-do. Big hunks of thick goo hung from her freshly brushed and sprayed hair.
She pulled away from his balls, licking along Josh's prick-stalk up to his spurting prick-tip which was flooding his load into her bangs. She pulled back, squeezed on his cock-stalk, watching his fuck-cream rocket out, fly at her face, splash against her cheeks, her bangs, her red, ripe lips.
"Good God!" she whispered. "It doesn't stop, Josh!"
The young lad whimpered happily. He mumbled, panted, and his body shook with delight.
Anne's hand was sticky, slimy with cum, but she kept a good jerk-stroke going on Josh's prick, slicking her wrist like a supple pinball artist.
Josh finally stopped cumming. The flood of cream finally subsided to a squirt, then a drip. Anne stood up. Her face was smeared with cum. Her lovely hair was soaked with Josh's huge, teenaged cum-load.
"Bet that felt good, huh, Josh?" she purred.
"Oh, yes!"
"Now I want you to make me feel good, Josh," Anne said, and she hoisted her skirt slowly, pulling it sexily up her fine legs, over the tops of her nylons, the shining, white garter straps. She pulled her tiny, navy-blue skirt up around her waist, bunched it there, and showed Josh her pussy-packed pair of pink panties.
The boy gasped. His eyes widened as he looked at her big, brown pussy pushing out the tight crotch of the panties. Then he looked at her magnificent tits, the way they bulged in her soft, pink sweater.
"Would you like to take my panties down, Josh?"
"Oh, yes!" Josh gulped.
"Wanna feel my big tits first?"
"Oh, jeez!" he moaned.
She moved close to him, took his hands and placed them on her pendulous tits. The lad gasped. His hands fondled, caressed, inspected her huge tit-orbs.
"Like 'em?"
"Yes, Aunt Anne . . . they're so big and juicy!"
"Ha, ha, indeed they are, my boy!"
Anne was excited. She liked what was happening between her and her good-looking, young nephew.
She took one of his hands and pushed it between her legs, into the soft, crunchy crotch of her pink panties. Josh felt her warm, soft cunt-mound. His cock leaped to another erection.
Anne looked down and saw his trembling hard-on. "My, my, Josh, you're all hot and hard again!"
"Uh-huh," he answered, rubbing his fingers at her pussy, scratching the crotch of her panties.
"Take my pants down, Josh. Get on your knees and take 'em down."
He did. He worked them down her thighs, over her knees, to her ankles, and Anne two-stepped out of them. The boy looked at her cunt.
"Go on, kiss it!" Anne whispered.
His lips seemed to quicken, quiver, tremble, as he placed them in a sweet little kiss on her pussy.
"Now, lick down there, just like I licked on your balls, Josh," Anne said.
He slicked his tongue out and flapped at her cunt. That felt good to Anne. She ran her hands through his crew-cut, she pulled his head tightly to her cunt.
Josh kissed, licked, nibbled her pussy until Anne was on fire with passion and delight. She felt the first tickle of a climax grip her, then spread through her like fire.
"Oh, God, Josh . . . lick my pussy!" she cried.
He really swabbed his tongue at her crotch then. Love was on his mind. He loved his gorgeous aunt. He loved sucking her cunt like that.
Anne shuddered through her climax, a sizzling satisfaction she absolutely loved.
"Oh, that's it, baby-doll," she whispered, "yeah, eat me, eat my pussy!"
When she was fulfilled, she backed off. "I have to clean up and meet someone for lunch, Josh. Next time you come over, we'll do something else, how would you like that? Next time we'll fuck!"
"Oh, really?" He gulped.
"Damn right," Anne answered, a new confidence in her voice, a smile on her face, as though she had entered a new phase of her life.
Chapter Two
The next day Anne was at the pool which was located in the middle of the surrounding condominiums. She was elegantly sexy in her white bikini, the top bulging erotically with her big, round tits. The bikini bottom crunched in at her crotch and cut high on her magnificent ass.
She sat down on a chaise-lounge, slipped a red towel behind her and lay down. She carefully applied a glistening suntan lotion that made her tanned body shine invitingly.
Anne was so tempting, so pleasing as she lay comfortably in the sun. Suddenly, a young girl startled her from her daydreams.
"Have you seen the professor?" the girl asked.
"Huh?" Anne mumbled.
"The professor, tall, about 50, graying temples, thin, very handsome."
"No, I haven't," Anne said, looking at the girl. She had blonde hair, very long. She had a cameo face, pouting lips, sky-blue eyes. She had a gorgeous, thin, lithe, young body. She wore a white camisole that showed off two, round, proud tits, so upright and erect. Her luscious hips were gloved in a pair of faded blue jeans.
"Well, he usually meets me here," the girl said, and walked away dejectedly.
It was mid-afternoon, no one else was around the pool except for a youngster doing some diving. He was very aware of Anne lying at the other end of the pool, aware of the way her legs spread apart ever so lightly, her big tits, her mature, magnificent beauty.
Anne saw him on the edge of the diving board staring at her. She had on dark glasses, so the boy didn't know she was gazing at him. She'd seen the lad around before. He had thick, red hair and freckles. He was so cute, Anne thought.
He stared at Anne. She slowly moved on the chaise, thrust her hips up into the air for a brief moment, heaving her pussy-crotch. The boy bounced up and down on the end of the diving board and continued watching. Anne saw the rise in his blue bathing suit-a little spike sticking against the front.
He dived into the water and came up mid-pool. He backed off to the side of the pool, stood along the wall, then walked closer to the end near Anne. He leaned back against the side of the pool and looked at her again.
Anne saw his arms dip into the water, could tell the boy was massaging his cock. She moved again on the chaise, lifted one leg and set it apart from the other one, almost as if she were inviting someone to fuck her.
She could see the boy stir the water with his arm and she knew he was masturbating to her, jerking on his prick underwater.
The thought of him jacking off sent a sweet delight rippling through her. She ran one hand down her thigh, drew it back up, her fingers spreading, crawling over her creamy, golden, tanned thigh. She lightly fanned her hand over the white V of the bikini, palm-down over her cunt.
The boy's face had passion written all over it as he watched Anne being so tastefully, so subtly sexy. The water rippled all around his dunking arm as he gazed at Anne.
She raised her hips ever so slowly, as if moving off the chaise, screwed her ass around gently one time, but it was enough. She saw the boy's mouth gape open, could tell that he had sucked in his breath as a fabulous climactic feeling buzzed through his youthful body.
Anne got up. She walked over to the cute redhead.
"Naughty boy," she whispered, "you shouldn't beat off in the pool like that."
He looked at hers blushed crimson, and smiled sheepishly.
"Come on up to three-oh-five in about five minutes and I'll teach you something," Anne cooed.
The boy's eyebrows arched, his mouth fell open, and he nodded quickly.
Anne swayed away sexily to the elevator. She bumped into the young blonde again.
"Seen the professor?" the girl asked.
"No, I haven't," Anne replied.
"Well, maybe he isn't back from the college yet. I'll just wait here for him," the girl said.
"Are you one of his students?" Anne asked.
"Yes." She nodded.
Anne rode the elevator to the third floor, walked to her condo, and went in. She combed her hair, then applied a thick swath of red lipstick to her lovely lips.
She slipped into a pair of bright-yellow panties and a black bra, then over that she wore a white, satin dressing gown.
The boy knocked five minutes later, and Anne let him in. He stood in his bathing suit, embarrassed, shy.
"You shouldn't jack off in the pool like that," Anne said, moving close to him. "Did you-pump your load into the water?"
Anne reached down to his crotch, clutched the rising bulge of his cock through his thin swimming trunks. She caressed his hard-on, squeezed, got a feel of his incredibly hard cock.
She tugged the trunks down over his thin, bony hips. Over his cock. His cock-stalk snapped up rigid and throbbing. A full six inches of teenaged prick stared her in the face as she knelt on one knee, yanking the suit down on his ankles, taking it off.
"What's your name?" she whispered, fisting his trembling cock.
"Sonny Parker," he choked, trying to keep his cool.
Anne squeezed his hard prick. She wrapped her fingers around the stiffness, the cool slickness of his cock-staff, felt his prick get hot in her grip. She ducked in and planted a red-lipstick kiss on his prick-tip.
"My name is Anne," she purred, swirling her wild tongue over the tip of his cock.
"Mmmmm, ah, ah, nice to . . . ah," the boy babbled.
"Do you like this, when I kiss your prick, lick the tip?"
"Mmmmm, mmmm, yes, yes!" He gasped. She slicked his cock into her butter-soft mouth, sealing her lips around his stiff cock-stalk. She bobbed her head in and out, sliding her red lips from the tip to the base of his six-inch hard-on.
"Oooooh," the boy moaned. Anne stood up, unleashed the gown, pulled it open, and stood before Sonny in yellow panties, bulging black bra, and black high heels. The yellow panties were bushed at the crotch by her dark-brown cunt-hair-the thick forest of her pussy.
Anne reached for his cock again, grabbed his hard-on and pulled Sonny to her. She kissed him with an open mouth, a slobbery, hot, puppy kiss, her tongue licking over his lips, his mouth.
His cock squirted in her hand. She felt the hot throbbing. She took his hand and placed it at her crotch and said, "Rub me there."
Sonny had never felt a woman's pussy before. He shook, trembled nervously, excitedly, as his fingers rubbed the smooth, soft surface of Anne's panties. She kissed him again, held his cock in her hand with an underhanded grip, jerked her wrist in and out, and Sonny came.
A huge spray-a thick spurt of cream-jetted from his cock. She broke her kiss and leaned back, looking down at her clutching hand to see the lad's cock shoot juice all over her yellow panties.
"My God!" she cried. "You're cummin' all over me!"
She jerked on his prick, and his hard-on continued to fizz and foam, shooting a load.
"God, I just barely touched it!" she whispered, watching his eruption with fascination.
When he had popped off all his cum, shuddered, panted, gasped, finishing with a long whine, she let his cock go. Her hand was all sticky with cum.
She stripped off her bra and panties, let the gown fall, and stood nude before Sonny in her black high heels.
"Like this, Sonny?" she teased, rolling her hips.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, yes I do!" She expected Sonny's prick to wilt, but it didn't. His cock-stalk stayed stiff, hard as brick. Big strings of cum dripped from his cock-head.
"You ever fucked?" Anne asked.
"No, ma'am."
"Well, I'm gonna show you how to fuck, Sonny," she whispered.
She lay down on the thick, living room carpet, spread her legs, looking delicious. She stripped off her panties, pulled them down and revealed her thick bush of pussy-hair.
"Get down here with me, Sonny," she commanded.
He lowered over her. She grabbed his cock and pulled him down. He lay on her. She slid his slick, drooling prick into her pussy.
"God, it's hard," she moaned.
"Oh, ma'am," the boy moaned.
"Now bounce up and down on top of me, Sonny," Anne instructed.
He bumped up, bumped down, his young, tight ass bald and humping, his hard teenaged balls banging at her ass.
"Yeah, like that, fuck me like that, Sonny!" Anne cried.
He did. His youthful, thin body pounded up and down on the pretty, older woman. His six-inch prick, hard as a rifle barrel, slicked in and out of Anne's cunt, pleasuring her.
She wrapped her legs around him. He fucked faster. Anne had never had anyone fuck her with such intensity, with such ferocity. Hump, thump, plop, flop, his balls smashed her ass ... his cock plugged her pussy.
"You like fucking, Sonny?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, yes, I like fucking!"
"Don't tell anyone about this," she said sternly, "not if you wanna do it again, okay?"
"I won't tell anyone in the world," he said. He pumped harder, faster. His cock expanded in her, and just as Anne caught the feel of orgasm, he shot a sizzling load of jizz into her cunt.
Their bodies smacked and slapped against each other. Anne screwed her hips off the floor, bumping her ass up and down to meet his hammering thrust.
"Ma'am, oh, Mrs ... oh, Anne!" Sonny gulped. "I feel so good!"
"I know, I know, darling. I know how fuckin' good it feels! I'm feeling it, too. I'm cummin'! We're cummin', Sonny!"
She couldn't believe it when he came again, poured more hot cream into her cunt. He was a wild, horny teenager, and she loved every moment of the way the young redhead fucked her with his squirting prick.
Chapter Three
Dave wasn't due back from his trip for another couple days, so Anne decided to go out, meet a lady friend for drinks and dinner.
She dressed in a navy-blue skirt, white sweater, nylons, white heels, and looked fantastic as she walked to the elevator.
She saw the blonde girl again, the beautiful California girl, her terrific body in the white camisole, faded jeans, sandals. She was with a distinguished, handsome gentleman. He was tall, graying at the temples, lean ... the young blonde had apparently found the professor.
"Hello," Anne said, and smiled prettily.
"Oh, hi," the girl said.
"Good evening, madam, I haven't seen you before. You must have just moved into Ridge Crest. I'm Professor Mulligan."
Anne held out her hand. The man clasped it tenderly, brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it.
"Anne," she said.
"I'm Donna," the pretty blonde said.
"Are you one of Professor Mulligan's students?" Anne asked, knowing full-well Donna was.
"Yes," the girl answered.
"I'm delighted to tutor Miss Benton. She's very interested in the arts," the professor said, his eyes staring lewdly over Anne's luscious body, her huge tits, the way they bulged out her tight, white sweater. His glance went down to the swirl of the dark-blue skirt around her soft, supple hips.
"He's so brilliant," Donna chirped, looking up at the professor admiringly.
"What do you teach, Professor?" Anne asked.
"Fine arts, ma'am."
"Is the college near here?" she asked.
"Just a mile up the road," he said.
"Perhaps I could take a class," Anne said.
"I'd be happy to discuss it with you sometime," the professor said.
"Thanks," Anne said.
"Maybe you could ride up the elevator with us, and I could give you some literature about my classes."
Anne agreed and went with them to the professor's condo which was furnished elegantly with paintings, sculptures, large leather furniture. The walls were lined with shelves of books.
"Sit," the professor invited.
Anne sat on the deep, leather couch. Donna sat down in a chair across from her. Anne crossed her legs and looked at the walls of books, the lovely paintings.
The professor returned with some catalogs and course descriptions. He noted Anne's short, blue skirt rode high up above her knees showing the sweet taper of her fine legs.
"I'd be happy to tutor you privately, Anne," he said, "my fee is very modest."
"And you'd really enjoy it," Donna said.
Anne noted a rather large bulge in the professor's gray, flannel slacks. His eyes glazed at her fine body as she sat sexily on the couch.
Donna got up and came over to him.
"Now, Professor, don't get ideas," she said, rubbing her hips on his leg.
Anne saw the crotch of his slacks enlarge now. A huge erection was building.
"You shouldn't tease like that, my little student," the professor said.
"God, I've been waiting all day! What do you expect?" Donna said.
She reached for his crotch and fanned her hand over the front. His cock thumped and wobbled inside the loose-fitting slacks.
Anne felt a thrilling sizzle float through her body.
Donna unzipped the professor's fly. She reached deep within then stared withdrawing the processor's prick.
Anne gulped.
Donna just kept pulling his cock out, almost as if she were a magician producing a scarf from a top hat. She pulled his huge hard-on all the way out and it waved and wobbled in a freakish slant.
"For God's sake!" Anne gasped. "Jesus!"
The professor's cock was beyond anything Anne had ever seen, ever even imagined. Donna clasped both hands around his stiff cock-stalk and squeezed.
"Isn't his cock huge?" Donna said to Anne.
"Yes, yes it is," Anne said, amazed by the size of the professor's hard cock. "How big is -it?"
"It's sixteen inches. I measured it."
"She's such a tart!" The professor smiled.
Anne had a feeling that she had been set up, that the professor and the student had planned the affair. Maybe not. She didn't know, and she didn't care. She was delighted to see Mulligan's big prick.
The professor reached down and rubbed Donna's crotch through her blue jeans. She swung her hands in and out on his huge cock.
"I could never take it though," Donna said, "but I love to play with it, lick on it."
"If you want to play with my prick, dear, why don't you go in the kitchen and make some iced tea first? I'll come in later."
"Sure, if that's what you want, professor," Donna said. She let go of his cock and walked through the swinging doors into the kitchen.
The professor turned to Anne. His huge cock wobbled from his fly. He moved to the couch. She reached put and fisted his incredible cock-stalk. His prick was so long, so thick.
"I've had my eye on you since you moved in," he whispered.
Anne brought her other hand to his big cock, clapping it around his thick, round prick-staff.
"My God," she whispered, "I've seen a lot of-"
"Cocks in your day?"
"Yeah."
"And ..."
"This tops 'em all!"
She slid out to the edge of the couch and pressed her juicy, red lips to his cock-head. His prick was hot. She held on with both hands, licked her tongue over his enlarged cock-head.
"Ah, I've dreamed of you doing that to my prick, Anne!" he whispered.
"I'm meeting a friend for dinner, I don't have much time," Anne whispered.
She stood up. He took her in his arms and kissed her. His cock slammed up between them like a board. His hands roamed all over her lush body, settling on the globes of her fine ass.
He slid her skirt up and bunched it on her waist, up over her ice-blue panties. He reached down and slid his hand into her panties and fingered her pussy.
She got his cock in her fist again, marveling at the length of his hard erection. She bent over as his hand slid out of her panties. She dipped down and sucked his cock-head into her mouth. She knelt in front of the professor and started sucking him.
"Ah, you sweet wench," the professor mumbled.
Anne couldn't believe his big cock. She loved his prick. She could only get about six inches in her mouth, his cock was so long and fat. She sucked a few more moments, took his prick out and began pumping.
"Ah, yes, masturbation."
"I don't have much time," Anne said, "but my husband is out of town. You can come over to see me tomorrow, or I can meet you."
"By all means, tomorrow, tomorrow, my darling," he whispered.
Anne thumbed wildly on his big prick. She got both hands around his cock, shook, jiggled, pumped faster and faster, until the professor sighed, gasped, and his cock tossed out a load-a giant eruption. Cream spat from his big cock-head, and Anne didn't think it would stop.
She'd never seen a prick shoot so much cum. She jacked him faster, harder, pounded both fists in and out on his prick, his jizz splattering all over her white sweater, soaking it.
She thumped his cock dry, jacked him until he fell back into a chair. She got up.
"Tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes, by all means," the professor said. "I shall look forward to that."
"Me, too," Anne cooed, "I wanna see how much of that cock I can take!" * "Oh, such lusty dialogue," the professor said, closing his eyes and smiling.
Anne slipped out the front door, went to her condo and changed sweaters, then went out for the evening with Mulligan's big cock looming in her mind.
Chapter Four
Anne's husband got home early from his trip. It was evening when Dave pulled in the garage at Ridge Crest. He walked up to the pool area, then to the elevator. He was met there by Cindy Dawson, an adorable high-school student who lived with her stepmother in one of the condominiums.
Cindy had long, brown hair, a lovely young face, round, sweet lips, a small, sexy overbite, brown eyes-a real teenaged beauty.
Cindy had a tight, young body with tits that had already bloomed. She had a small waist, luscious hips and fabulous, nubile ass.
Cindy went to a Catholic school near Ridge Crest College. She was attired in her school uniform, a creamy white sweater and a dark-blue, pleated skirt-short and tight-almost as if it were a cellophane wrapper around her sweet hips, her round, chubbette ass.
Cindy seemed nervous. Finally she asked, "Are you married to the lady in three-oh-five?"
"Yes," Dave answered.
"I'd like to show you something," Cindy said.
The elevator door opened.
"What's that?" Dave asked.
Cindy stepped into the elevator. "Just come with me. You see, my boyfriend lives here, Sonny Parker. Maybe you've seen him, the cute redheaded boy?"
"Sure."
"Well, I was supposed to have a date with him tonight. He was going to take me to the movies, then to the mall down the street."
"That's nice." Dave smiled.
"Not really," she said, pouting, as the elevator door opened.
She got out and Dave followed Cindy to her condominium.
"No one's home. My mom works at night," Cindy said, leading Dave through the living room.
He sat his suitcase down as he entered a bedroom, then tossed his briefcase on the bed. Cindy stood near the window.
"Look down there, sir," she said.
Dave came to the window, peeked out, down into the bedroom of his own condominium. Sonny sat on the edge of the bed, nude. His cock was hard. Anne stood next to him in a black corset, black garters, nylons, white heels, white panties and bra. She looked lovely. Dave's cock thumped with love for her.
Anne knelt down beside Sonny, ran her hands over his cock and slipped it into her mouth.
Cindy moved in next to Dave. "See, sir, your wife has been playing with my boyfriend."
"Mmmra, yes. I see that," Dave said.
"He won't even pay much attention to me anymore," Cindy whimpered.
"He's a fool. You're a lovely young lady," Dave said, fascinated with the sight of his wife sucking the lad's cock next door.
Dave thought he'd be jealous, seeing Anne perform a blow-job on someone else. But the explicit fuck-scene, her incessant sucking, the way her mouth puckered around the boy's prick, the way her head bobbed up and down, all made him horny.
She was gorgeous with a prick in her mouth!
Dave's cock leaped to a trembling erection, all eight inches poking out the front of his slacks. Cindy saw his huge bulge, then she looked back at her boyfriend and Anne.
"What are we gonna do, sir?" Cindy asked.
"Well, I don't know. They certainly look like they're enjoying themselves, don't they?"
"Uh-huh."
Dave reached over. He slid his arm around the young girl's waist, pulling her close to him so her body touched his. His hand fanned over her round, lush hips, and he finally palmed the curve of her ass.
What a sweet, little ass, he thought, feeling the tightness, the firm slickness, feeling her panties under the little blue skirt. His cock throbbed and wobbled against his slacks.
"Aren't you mad at your wife, sir?" Cindy asked softly, wondering.
"I don't know, maybe," he answered, his hand circling both cheeks of Cindy's ass. He felt the crack of her ass under her little school skirt. Cindy shuddered lightly.
Through the window, they saw Anne lift off Sonny's hard cock. Anne kissed his cock-tip and stood up. She lay back on the bed. She tugged her panties down and twirled them on one finger, teasing Sonny.
Sonny sat on the edge of the bed. He fisted his cock. Anne spread her legs, she beckoned to him. He crawled up on the bed between her legs. Anne directed him to her pussy.
"What are they doing, sir?" Cindy asked.
"He's going to suck her pussy, Cindy," Dave whispered, lifting the hem of her pleated skirt, shoving his hand under to feel her panties, the smoothness of her ass.
"Ooooh, look, sir!"
Dave looked. Sonny was on his knees, head down, face mashed to Anne's pussy, his mouth plungered at her hairy crotch.
Anne, in her lingerie, so beautiful, so stunning, lay on the bed and screwed her hips. She humped her ass off the mattress at Sonny's sucking mouth.
"He's eating her," Dave moaned, his cock straining against his slacks. He felt a squirt of cum spurt from his cock-head against his shorts. His hand slid up and into Cindy's panties, dipped down into the smooth warmth of her slick, bald ass. He felt her fabulous curves, tickled his finger up and down her furry ass-crack.
"Should you have your hand in there like that, sir?" Cindy whispered.
"Has Sonny ever done that to you, ever eaten you like they're doing?"
"No," Cindy gulped.
"Has he ever done anything with you?"
"Ah . . . well, once he took his prick out and showed it to me, sir, and I held it for a second."
In the condo next door, Anne pulled Sonny off her pussy. He got up over her. She grabbed for his hard prick, got his cock-stalk in her grasp and pulled down. She put his prick in her pussy.
"They're gonna fuck now, Cindy," Dave said.
"Shouldn't we stop 'em, sir?"
"No, let's watch!"
Dave brought her other hand around and took hold of Cindy's hand and placed it on his bulging erection. She gasped as her fingers wound around his thick hard-on.
Next door, Sonny began bouncing up and down on Anne, giving her a good fucking, his ass pumping up and down, high, hard strokes.
"Ooooh, sir, look at them," Cindy said.
Dave reached down and unzipped his fly. He took his big, eight-inch prick out and laid it in Cindy's hand. "I want to show you my prick, Cindy, and have you hold it."
"Oh, sir!" she cried. "It's . . . it's so ... so much bigger than Sonny's, so much rounder!"
Dave caressed her ass, then sent his free hand under the front of her skirt and flubbed his fingers into the crotch of her pink panties. They were all gummy and sticky.
Sonny was jackhammering his prick into Anne's pussy. She bumped and pumped off the bed to meet his eager fucking.
"They're really screwin' now!" Dave said.
"You ever been screwed, Cindy?"
"Oh, no, sir!"
Down in the other condo, Sonny humped Anne until she threw her arms around him, hooked her legs around him and held on as they climaxed. Dave and Cindy could see Anne holler, her mouth open wide, saw Sonny's strokes slow to quick rabbit punches, saw him collapse on Anne.
"They're cumming. They're gettin' that good feeling now," Dave said, rubbing Cindy's pussy harder.
Then Sonny rolled off her. They lay for a moment on the bed, then got up and Anne led him out of the bedroom.
Dave turned Cindy to him.
"Shouldn't we go catch them together, sir?" she asked.
Dave doodled her cunt through the panties, leaned down and kissed her, enjoying the spearmint taste of her young lips. His big prick spurted, throbbed and pulsed in her little hand.
"I think we should fuck, Cindy," Dave said.
"I don't know, sir. I've never done that, and well, you're so much older than me."
He slid his hand inside her pink panties, hooked a finger in her tight, slick, wet pussy and fingered her lightly. She moaned softly. Her hand squeezed on his marble-hard prick.
"Oh, Cindy," he gasped. "You're so pretty, so beautiful!"
He had both his hands in her panties, one behind feeling the eggshell smoothness of her round, chubby little ass, his other hand was deep in the fuzzy forest of curls surrounding her cunt. His finger slicked in and out, his knuckles bulging out her pink panties.
Her little skirt had hooked on her hips. She stood revealed, lovely, holding Dave's cock as he jimmied the soft jam of her pussy with his hot finger-fuck.
"I've never done anything like this," she whimpered, squeezing tighter on Dave's prick, feeling the spurt of cream throb through his cock-stalk, spit from his cock-head and blast her panties.
"Oh, Cindy, such a sweet darling!" he murmured. He took his hands out of her panties and pulled her tightly to him. He crushed his lips on hers in a lip-smacking, tongue-lapping kiss.
He felt her shudder in his grasp. She managed to cling to his huge, thick prick. He finally knelt before her. He pushed her blue skirt up high on her waist.
"Hold it there for me," he said.
Cindy stood with her legs set apart and held her schoolgirl skirt up over her pink panties. Dave ducked in and kissed her thighs, running his sloppy tongue over her thighs, licking her smooth, creamy softness.
He flapped his tongue into the crotch of her panties, then opened his mouth wide, kissed and sucked her pink panties into his mouth and chewed, gobbled.
"Ooooooof! Ah, mmmmm, phew!" the girl moaned.
He circled his arms around her and clutched her ass, squeezing her firm ass-cheeks. He sucked and chomped her panties, tongued the crotch, licked, bit, nibbled, sending shivers of delight through Cindy. She mumbled and whimpered.
Dave tugged at her panties and pulled them down her thighs, over her knees, then took them off. He pushed her back into a chair by the window. She fell onto the soft cushion, her skirt high on her waist, her white sweater bulging with her teen tits.
Dave crawled between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, spreading her legs out for a grand feast.
He manipulated the chair so it sat in front of the window. "You watch, and if you see Anne and Sonny come back in the bedroom, tell me."
Dave reached up and clasped her firm tits in his hands, then slipped his arms under her white sweater, lifting it up as he slid his fingers over her rib cage, up to her blossoming young tits. He cupped her bra, then dug inside, pulling her luscious tits out of the bra-cups. He twiddled her nipples, squeezed their roundness, their firm uplift. Just the feel of her young tits made his cock shoot a gob of cum that sprayed the edge of the chair.
His palms slid along the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs even wider, then he dived for her juicy-teenaged pussy. He mashed his mouth onto the sticky softness.
His tongue slithered up and down her tight, gummy, slick pussy-slit. Cindy shook, trembling with the delight of a new exhilaration that swept her body with a hot ripple.
His mouth made slippery, slurping sounds as he sucked her little cunt into his mouth and twiddled his tongue at her clit.
"Oh, golly, sir. Jeez . . . gee, whoof . . . wow! Cindy whimpered. "That feels so good! Oh, sir! I've never felt anything like this!"
Dave knew how good she felt, and he wanted to make her enjoy the experience so much she'd never forget it. He licked and sucked on her cunt with deliberate tongue-strokes and mouth-gulps.
His cock wobbled out of his fly, spat more cum, throbbed with the thrill of Cindy. Dave slid his hands under her little ass, lifted her off the chair and munched at her cunt-mound with gobbling greed.
"Oh, God . . . sir . . . no! Oh, no! Uh, uh, uh, mmfff, whoof!" she cried, rolling her slim hips, pushing her pussy onto Dave's face.
She came. The shudder of satisfaction amazed her. She had finger-fucked before, but she had never known anything so sweet, so intoxicating. Goose bumps slid up and down her arms. She climaxed beautifully, humping off the chair, grinding her cunt onto Dave's sucking mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh," she panted, her breath rushing out of her mouth like hot steam.
Dave slurped lovingly on her delicious cunt. He was excited by the shuddering and shaking of Cindy's climax. He sliced his tongue lewdly up and down her juicing cunt-slit, flapping her pussy in a slurping delight.
He had her ass lifted off the chair, her legs thrown open wide. He snacked wildly on her sweet pussy, licking, tonguing, sucking.
"It feels so good!" Cindy huffed. She screwed her hips, ground them in a hot swirl, humping her cunt onto Dave's eager mouth.
Finally, she fell back on the chair, her breath choking, her chest heaving. "Oh, oh, ah, whew!"
Dave leaned back and caught his own breath, wiped the back of his hand over his cum-soaked mouth and lips.
He turned and looked out the window. Anne was back in the bedroom with Sonny and another young boy. Dave stood up and pulled Cindy from the chair. She stood in the middle of the window and looked down.
"Golly, sir, she's with Sonny and Bobby Parker now!" Cindy whispered.
Chapter Five
Dave reached over and unbuttoned her blue skirt, letting it fall to her saddle shoes. He pulled her sweater off as he moved behind her. He unhooked her bra. She stood in the glow of the window nude, except for her blue knee socks and blue and white saddle shoes.
Dave stared at her luscious, young body, so firm, curved, smooth. He humped down behind her, spread his legs, lowered himself and plunged his hard prick between her thighs.
"Eeeeek!" Cindy gasped, feeling Dave's throbbing, hot cock bang and pulse between her legs, on the furry forest of hair between her ass and pussy.
Dave peered over her shoulder into his condo. Anne sat with both boys on the bed. The boys were naked, but she was still in her lingerie, less the panties. She had each boy's cock in her hand, slowly pumping them.
Anne got up on the bed on her hands and " knees. She instructed Bobby, a blond, to slide under her. He did so, and she fisted his little prick and plugged it in her pussy. Then she got Sonny behind her. He mashed his cock up against her ass and fucked her asshole.
"God, can you believe that?" Cindy gasped, reaching down and wrapping her hand around Dave's drooling hard-on. She pulled up on his cock-stalk and rubbed his hard-on against her pussy.
"They're really fuckin' down there, Cindy," Dave whispered, sending his tongue sloshing into her ear.
Goose bumps flew up and down her body. "Mmmm, oooshhhh!" she puffed.
"Sonny's doin' it in her asshole, sir," Cindy said.
"Yeah, fuckin' her ass!" Dave said. "They look like dogs doin' it," Cindy whispered.
"Honey, yeah!" Dave moaned, his cock throbbing, bloating, spitting a splash of cum.
Anne rolled her ass back at Sonny's humping, swinging fuck-stroke, taking the lad's cock up her ass as she bucked up and down on Bobby's cock.
"We're gonna fuck now," Dave said.
"How, sir?"
"Like this," Dave said, slipping back. He pushed his cock upward, lodging his bulging prick-knob into her tight cunt.
"Ah, looooh . . . no! It's too big, sir!" she cried.
Her cunt was tight, and Dave could only get his cock-head in her pussy. He didn't want to frighten the poor angel. He pulled back.
"Lean over, put your hands on your knees, bend over . . .yes, like that Cindy. Then it will work better.
Cindy bent over, put her hands on her knees, her beautiful ass exposed-so sexy, so inviting, so enticing. Dave couldn't resist. He dropped to his knees, clutched her smooth ass-cheeks in his hands, caressed them, spread them apart and slapped his tongue into her ass-crack. He wiggled his tongue wildly up and down her furry ass-crack.
"Ah!" Cindy gasped, sucking in her breath. "Sir, sir, my ass!"
"Mmmmm, mmm," Dave mumbled.
He slithered his tongue up and down her ass-crack, then splashed the wiggling tip into her asshole, licked voraciously, sucking, tonguing.
"Oooooh," Cindy sighed with a long exhale of hot breath.
"God, Cindy!" Dave groaned. "Your asshole tastes like fresh fudge!"
"Oh, sir!" She gasped loudly.
She moved her ass in a tiny circle as Dave gobbled her asshole. He sent shivers of new satisfaction through her. She loved the way he ate, nibbled, licked and snacked at her shitter.
"Your wife is done fuckin' Bobby and Sonny," Cindy said.
"What's she doing?" Dave said, still slashing his tongue furiously at her tasty asshole.
"She's sucking Sonny's prick and playin' with Bobby's prick in her hand, pumping on it."
Dave stood up. His rigid cock slapped at Cindy's fine ass. He fisted his cock-stalk and pushed it through her thighs. He found the lips of her cunt, and shoved his cock-head in again. That time there was more room. He managed to slip at least three inches of cock into her.
"Mmmmmffff!" she huffed.
Dave started a slow fuck-stroke, humping behind Cindy, just giving her the tip of his cock. She held her hands on her knees, all bent over to accommodate his thick, long prick.
He peeped over her shoulder and saw Anne on the bed sucking Sonny's cock while she jacked off Bobby.
Cindy watched Anne in fascination and Dave pumped his cock into her cute, tight, cunt. She liked the feel of his hot fuck-stalk burning in her pussy like that, the throbbing, the penetration. She had never felt so good.
"We're fuckin', Cindy!" Dave said.
4'Oh, yes! I know. And I liked the way you kissed my ass, too, sir!"
"Did you, Cindy?"
"Oh, yeah, that felt good, sir!"
Dave shoved in one more inch of cock. They watched Anne suck eagerly, lewdly on Sonny's prick, jack Bobby's little cock.
Dave reached around Cindy and cupped her tits. Her tits were not only round and big as baseballs, they were just as hard. He fondled and caressed her lovely teenaged tit-globes.
"Darling," he whispered. "You are the ultimate fuck!"
His cock sawed in and out of her sucking pussy. She wiggled her ass back at him while Dave fucked her slowly.
His hands circled, squeezing her teen tits. His prick throbbed. He pushed in another inch of cock. She whoofed a hot breath of air, bent over just a bit more, her hands clutching her knees, legs spread.
Dave realized what a great little fuck the darling girl was. He released her tits, slid his hands down her sides to her supple hips. He pulled on her ponytail lightly, petting it. He untied the white ribbon holding it, letting her long, brown locks spread over her naked back.
He humped behind her, peeking at his wicked wife across the way as she devoured Sonny's brick-hard prick, sucking it all into her mouth, her lips sealed way down on the base. While Anne sucked, she chopped a hot jim-jam on Bobby's little cock, just the tip of his erection sticking over her thumb and forefinger.
Cindy breathed hotly. Her hot puffs, her sweet huffs and gulps steamed the window.
Dave loved watching his wife fuck the little boy's cock with her hand, delighted in the way she sucked Sonny's hard-on. He thumped his cock faster into Cindy's pussy, jamming a full six inches into her cunt.
"Ahhhh . . . oooof! Oh, sir! Not so much!" Cindy cried.
"You like it though, don't you?" Dave whined. 'You like fucking, don't you, Cindy?"
"Oh, I do, I really do!" she exclaimed quickly. "It feels so fantastic, sir!"
Back and forth, up and down, in and out through her legs, up into her pussy-Dave fucked his big, thick prick, faster and harder.
He saw the cum spill from Anne's lips as she sucked Sonny's load of cream. He saw Bobby's prick explode in her hand. He sawed his cock in a hot hump.
Cindy screwed her ass back at him. Their breathing became synchronized, their fucking rhythm in time, a sweet, slurping sound filled her bedroom.
"Tell me to fuck you, Cindy," Dave gasped. "I wanna her you say it!"
"Fuck me, sir," Cindy whispered sweetly.
"Louder!" Dave commanded.
"Fuck me!" she said.
He pumped faster.
"Louder!"
"Fuck me! Golly, sir, fuck me!"
"Oh, God, baby," Dave huffed. His prick bloated in her pussy. The fabulous sensation of climax pinpricked his body. "Sweet, precious darling!"
"Fuck me!" Cindy shouted hotly.
His cock erupted and spurts of hot cum jizzed into her teenaged cunt.
"Ah, honey!" Dave yelped. "I'm cummin' in your cunt!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, whooooof! Oooooooh!" Cindy groaned, hitting the high wire of her own orgasm, feeling the thrill of the same sensation that was now flooding Dave. "Uh, uh, uh . . . fuuuuuckkk!"
Dave grabbed her hips, pushing down. He held her ass steady and pounded his cock into her cunt, sawing, fucking, filling her with his hot, juicy cum.
Cindy finally caught her balance by placing her hands on the window sill. Dave stopped her from falling over from sheer joy as he pulled his cock out and held her around her stomach, kissing her neck, her ears.
"Darling," he whispered.
Across the way, Anne lay still with boys on both sides of her.
"Can you stay awhile, sir?" Cindy asked.
Dave thought about it. Anne didn't expect him for a couple days.
"What about your mom?" he asked.
"She works late, and when she does come home, you can hide in the closet until she goes to sleep."
Dave smiled. "Such a sweetheart!" **'Would you like to fuck on my bed, sir?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, yes, dear! I'd like that!" he answered quickly, hotly.
Chapter Six
The thing that Anne liked about herself was that she was always ready for good, hot sex, always ready for a fuck. She needed no foreplay. That's what men liked too. After the boys left, she watched television for a while, still thinking about the professor's massive prick. She couldn't get the image of his long throbbing, prick off her mind. She decided to take a shower, dress up, and stop by his condo. If he wasn't there, she would go to a movie, or see a girlfriend.
Anne stepped from the shower, pulled a towel from the rack, and dried her fabulously mature, lush, supple body. She cupped her enormously round, big tits in her hands, inspecting the youthful lift in the mirror over the sink.
She dried her rich carpet of cunt-curls, then squirted a puff of perfume over her cunt.
She blew dry her hair with a dryer, feathering it down the sides carefully, and letting her bangs fall on her forehead.
She pulled out a shiny yellow waist-cincher, fitting it around her waist. The spandex nylon pulled tightly, hugging beautifully against her torso. She snapped the snaps up the front, making it even more snug.
She added a black garter-belt, pulled on sheer nylons, snapping them into the garters so they pulled taut and slick on her legs.
She cupped her tits in a black bra that mashed her big tit-globes together in an enticing cleavage. She wiggled into a pair of sweet panties, pulling them into place over her ass and hips, seeing in the mirror how they scrunched so nicely between her legs into a soft, inviting mound.
Shiny, white heels made her entire ensemble very thrilling, exciting. Anne appraised herself in the mirror and smiled approvingly.
"I'd fuck me," she whispered.
She slipped into a yellow skirt, hemmed short above her knees, and pulled on a black sweater that wrapped tightly around her bulging tits. She heard the door bell ring, and went to answer it.
"Hello," she said, surprised.
"I thought I'd drop by," the professor said.
"I'm delighted you did! Come in, come in," she said.
Anne walked through the door into the living room. The professor eyed her ass, the sexy swing and sway of her hips.
His cock thumped, and began a slow throbbing, itching, as his cock-stalk inflated almost like a balloon. Anne looked quickly and caught him gawking at her ass.
"Look good?" she cooed.
"Magnificent! A work of art, my lovely, a tribute to the gods!"
Anne opened her mouth in a sexy smile, tipped her tongue erotically over her lower lip. Her head was cocked over her shoulder, looking back. She put her hands on her hips, set her legs apart and made the tight skirt pull excitingly across the fabulous expanse of her ass.
She moved her hands to the sides of the skirt, along her thighs. She started to claw it upward, up over her legs, the tops of the stockings, the garter-straps, up over her white panties.
"Yes, yes, my pigeon, a masterpiece! Your ass is a pleasure delight!"
"Let me see your big cock," Anne said. She turned around and held her skirt up over her white panties, showing the professor the dark, brown-shaded cunt-patch between her legs.
The professor unzipped his fly and took his huge prick out, holding it in both hands. Anne gasped at his immense fuck-tool, his big cock-head.
"Strip naked for me, will you?" Anne whispered.
"I'd be thrilled to do that," he said, and quickly doffed his clothes. He stood nude behind her, his cock sticking out like a thick pole.
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"God!" Anne gulped.
She stared at his huge prick. They were both in the middle of the living room, and neither knew they could be viewed through the sliding glass doors, watched from across the way.
The professor walked over to her. Anne clasped his incredible cock in her hand, knelt down on her knees on the carpet.
"I wanna inspect this big prick," she whispered, and drew her fingers up and down the length of his pounding cock-stalk. She pressed his cock into the palms of her hands and rolled his hard-on as though she might be pressing dough. She then clutched the middle of his fuck-staff, pulled down, reached under and grabbed his balls. His balls were like two hard lemons.
She kissed the tip of his prick with her freshly lipsticked lips. That left a bright-red smudge on his cock-head. She licked her tongue over his prick-tip, spat on it, her hand beginning a slow pump. She licked wildly at his cock-head, flapping her tongue.
"My, my, such delight, such a dedicated tongue," the professor moaned.
She got her mouth around his huge prick-tip, sealed a circle of red in a plungering suction cup. She sucked and twirled her tongue inside her mouth against his cock-head.
"Ah, my darling, you're going to make me cum if you keep doing that," the professor whispered.
Anne stood up.
"I wanna try and fuck it," she said hotly. "But I like playing with it, feeling your prick so hard, thoroughly throbbing like it is!"
She reached down and clasped her fingers around his cock midway on the stalk. He kissed her. His hand went to her panties. He dug in. He felt her cunt. She liked his fingers in there, deep down in her panties.
She felt his cock pulse in her hand. They tumbled to the floor. The professor took her panties down.
"Such lovely dainties," he said, holding them up. "May I keep them as a souvenir of this beautiful moment?"
"Yeah, keep 'em," Anne said hotly, "suck and fuck 'em some night when you're alone, fill 'em with hot cream, will you?"
"Indeed I will," he said, pulling her to his lean, dignified body. They lay on the floor and kissed. He petted her pussy. She clutched his cock.
Anne looked beautiful. The professor kissed her thin white panties, licked his tongue lewdly into the inside and lapped at the crotch of Anne's panties.
He got up over her. Anne spread her legs and said, "Go easy now."
He lowered his body. She had his cock in both hands drawing his huge prick toward her pussy. She spread her legs farther, lay under him, her tits heaving in her bra. He pulled them out and licked her nipples. Anne felt his cock spit a gob of juice on her thigh.
The tip of his cock pressed into the mossy softness of her pussy. She felt the first penetration of his big, round, prick-tip.
"Ah, whew!" she panted.
"I'm in there," the professor gasped.
He humped his ass high and pushed, sent a full six inches into Anne's cunt.
"Uh!" she grunted.
He humped and pushed again, gave her three more inches. She looked down between their bodies to see his prick plug her pussy, see another seven inches of glowing, slick cock connect them like a lock.
"Oh, shit, Professor," she gulped.
He started fucking her-nice, slow strokes, slick prick-slides, and as he did, he managed to stuff her with two more inches.
"Ah, ah, fuck, prick, so big, huge, too much!" Anne babbled, wiggling under him, feeling the full fury and force of Mulligan's monster prick plunging in and out of her pussy.
"That's enough, that's enough now, Professor," she gasped. You must have over a foot in my cunt. I can't take anymore right now. Ah, shit, shit, shit, that's good, whew . . . fuck me, fuck my pussy down, Professor!"
"Yes, I will my sweet goddess. I'll fuck your pussy down. I'll make your ass a piece of the carpet!" * * * Over in Cindy's condo, Dave and Cindy had fucked on her bed among her panda bears. Dave got up to stretch and looked out the window. He saw his wife on the floor fucking the professor's giant prick.
"God!" he blurted. "Look down there, Cindy!"
She got up off the bed and came to the window. "Oh, God, sir . . . look! Your wife is doin' it on the floor with the professor, and . . . oh . . . wow! He's got a ... "
"Unbelievable cock!"
"Golly!" Cindy sighed.
The Professor humped and pumped on top of Anne. Dave and Cindy stood in the dark window and watched the incredible action, saw Anne toss her nyloned legs around the humping body hammering her.
Dave's cock got hard. Cindy grabbed it. He cupped her ass. She went down on him. She gave his prick a sweet, juicy teenaged kiss, then licked along the sides, up and down, as though she were licking an envelope.
"Oh, Cindy," he whimpered, and watched his wife fuck the professor.
Cindy was bent over at the waist, sucking, slurping Dave's prick, still able to see out the window at the fucking next door.
Anne was rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down. The professor's cock billowed inside her cunt. Anne felt the heated rush of his climax, felt the thick splash of cum shoot into her cunt. She came with him, her whole body shuddering.
"Fuck me!" she yelled, and both Dave and Cindy across the way could read her lips.
"I'm cummin'!" Anne yelled.
That made Dave cum. He squirted a good load into Cindy's delicious mouth.
She gulped down every last drop of his tasty cum. Dave fell forward, then caught his balance. Cindy stood up and they watched the fuckers next door screw into the crest of their orgasm, then lay huffing, puffing on the floor.
Suddenly, there was a noise in the other room. Cindy's mother was home.
"Quick, in the closet!" Cindy whispered.
Chapter Seven
Anne lay in bed next to the professor, watching his cock wilt. Even soft, his was like a curled ring of big bologna between his legs. She was fascinated with his huge prick.
"Professor, was your cock always so big?" she whispered, taking his limp fuck-rod in her hand.
"Well, I wasn't born that big, if that's what you mean, but by the time I was twenty one, it has been this big, yes."
"I love your prick!" She sighed, squeezing his cock-stalk, feeling it respond to her touch, her soft fingers, her scratching red fingernails.
"I'd like to watch you jack off," Anne said.
The professor smiled. "Why of course, I'd be delighted. I've always considered masturbation the height of imagination.
Anne stood up.
"Look, you left my pants on the floor." She bent over, took the white panties in her hand and dangled them over the man as he lay on the bed.
"You wanted to keep 'em, didn't you?" she teased.
"Oh, yes, I'd love to have them. I'd cherish them, my pet."
His cock was hard again. Anne marveled at the incredible length. His hand gripped his cock-stalk. He pumped up and down. She stood next to the bed, her feet set apart, legs spread. She rolled her hips, and twirled her panties on her forefinger.
"You are beautiful! Gorgeous! Magnificent!" he muttered. "Your cock is beautiful! Gorgeous! Magnificent!" Anne teased.
She flopped her panties lightly on the tip of his prick, dancing the soft white dainties all over his cock-head, tickling, taunting him.
"Oh, my," he gasped.
She pulled the panties back, flopped her tits out even more enticingly over the top of her bra. She stood there regally in the yellow waist-cincher, toying with her panties, while her other hand diddled between her legs.
"I love watchin' you do that," she said.
"Like watching me jack off?"
"Yeah, God . . . looks good!"
He was giving himself a bang, jam-up jack-job now. His hand humming, his dandy dance up and down made his big, knobby fuck-knob spit a jizz of cream. Anne watched intently.
The professor grabbed his huge cock with both hands, a passion filling him over the exquisite woman teasing him.
"Jack, Professor, jack for me! Shit . . . pump your prick! Come on, pump prick! Fast. Faster dammit, faster for me! I love men jacking off. Whew, shit! Do it, do it!"
He did it. His hands thumped up and down, a championship stroke.
"Masturbate that horse-prick for me!" Anne huffed. "Masturbate, masturbate, everybody everywhere should masturbate right now!"
"If all the men could see you like I see you right now they would masturbate for you, Anne," the professor barked.
She was so sexy, swinging her hips, rolling her ass, pushing out her pussy, finger-fucking herself. She snapped her panties at the tip of his prick.
"Goddamn!" she whispered. "That looks good! I love masturbation!"
He pumped faster, harder, his hands filling with drooling cream from his cock-head. A slick, slurpy sound filled the room. Anne watched with glee, her mouth dropping open, gasping, when she saw the first spray of hot cum leap from his prick and fly high in the air.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, Professor! Shoot for me!"
"Ah, ah . . . mmmm, whoo, whoo, whooo!" he panted, as another big, thick, shot of goo spat from his prick.
"I'm cummin' with you," Anne blabbered.
"I'm gonna get right on it with you!"
And she did. The marvelous sensation of climax, the tingling sensation of heaven fell upon her, shuddered her, shook her, bent her over at the waist as she enjoyed the full impact of her cum. * * * Dave spent the night in Cindy's closet. Once he had hidden in the room, Cindy went for a shower, talked to her mother, and came back to the closet to tell him her mother was in the living room watching television and he couldn't leave.
He was tired anyway, so he simply went to sleep. He was awakened the next morning by Cindy. She turned the light on in the big closet.
"Shhh," she said, "Mom's in the kitchen. She doesn't have to go to work until tonight, but she usually leaves around noon for lunch."
Cindy was stunning. She wore her high school cheerleading uniform-an incredibly short, pleated red skirt and a tight white vest, white kneesocks, and red tennis shoes.
Her long brown hair was bobbed into two darling ponytails that hooked off the top of her head and splashed down over the sides of her head.
Her round, sweet face had been touched up with a red rouge, her lips were lips ticked wet with red gloss.
The vest, which buttoned down the middle, bulged with her tennis-ball-sized tits. Dave immediately got a hard-on, a good, stiff early morning erection. He pulled the juicy young girl down on the floor with him and planted a hot, sloppy, French kiss on her delicious lips.
He whispered in her ear, "I didn't know you were a cheerleader, Cindy."
"We have a game at noon today," she whispered, lying on top of him.
"I wanna fuck you before you go," Dave said.
"Sir, we can't. My mom is in the kitchen."
She lifted up to her knees, but Dave was quick to slide his hand up under the little skirt. He rubbed his fingers into the white bloomers underneath, feeling her cunt, her soft pussy-mound, the spongy warmth.
He managed to get her bloomers off, then he held her pleated skirt all bunched up around her waist. She was still on her knees beside him.
"Just squat over me. Straddle me, Cindy," Dave requested. She sat over him, squatting down like she was taking a piss.
Dave unzipped his fly and brought out his hard prick, fisted his cock-stalk and maneuvered his cock-head against her fresh, soft pussy. He rubbed up and down her cunt-slit until it creamed and spritzed.
He shoved his prick up into her cunt.
"Oh, mmm, wow!" she gasped. "In the closet? Are you gonna fuck me in the closet, sir?"
"Uh-huh."
"Here then, hold my bloomers so they don't get dusty or anything," she said, handing her lovely white bloomers to Dave.
Dave took them, fondled and jiggled them on his palm as Cindy fucked up and down, around and around on his prick, manipulating his cock like a gear shift.
"Oh, God, sir! We're doin' it in the closet! It's so dirty, isn't it? We shouldn't be doing this should we?"
"No, but we are, and we both like it," he said.
"Oh, yes, we like it!" Cindy gulped.
Dave humped up off the hardwood floor, spiking his cock deep into Cindy's teenaged cunt.
He looked up into her pretty face, noticing that cute, sexy overbite, teeth just barely out on the lower Up, her cute ponytails, her red cheerleading skirt in pleats around her waist, the way she squatted over him.
What a delicious darling, he thought.
"I have to hurry, sir. I can't be late for school," Cindy whispered. She was humping up and down, as though doing exercises, up and down on his cock.
"Sir, will you come over a lot and watch in the window with me, watch your wife fuck everybody?" she asked.
"Yes, yes," Dave moaned, thrusting his cock into her cunt with quick pumping strokes until he felt the fabulous grip of devouring desire, the pure ecstasy. He was fucking her. She was fucking him. They came. She fell forward, clutching her hands on his shoulders, ending up on all fours over the top of him. Dave jacked up into her. She ground down into his cock. She floated into a crystal pleasure of ravenous hunger, of ardent fervor, of glorious joy.
"Shhhh," she whispered, "don't yell."
Cindy humped, bucking her pussy onto his exploding cock. Dave held onto her shuddering body, the thin, sexy cheerleading uniform, fucked her there in the closet in a moment of pleasure neither one of them would ever forget.
"Fucking in the closet, sir. It's so naughty and dirty!" Cindy whimpered as she collapsed on top of Dave.
Chapter Eight
The professor had stayed the night with Anne. She had fucked and sucked his big cock all through the dark hours.
They were awakened by a knock on the door. It was Donna, the professor's student. Anne let her in. Donna wore pink shorts, pink tennis shoes with white anklets, and a white camisole.
"You two been fuckin' all night?" Donna asked openly.
"All night is right," Anne said.
She led Donna to the bedroom. The professor smiled when he saw his lovely blonde student, her lithe, golden body.
"I just wanted to stop by and watch, if you'll let me," Donna said.
"Come sit down on the bed, darling," the professor said.
Donna sat down. He stuck his hands in the pink ripples between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the shorts. He gave a hot, good morning kiss to her.
She reached for his immense fuck-tool, grabbed his cock-stalk and held his long prick, waving the top half.
"I wanna watch you fuck Anne," Donna said.
"Indeed," answered the professor.
Anne lay down. She was completely nude. He hair was a mess. She was sexy and warm. The professor rolled over on top of her, sticking his cock in her cunt.
"God, she's taking that big cock!" Donna exclaimed.
The professor's ass humped high. Donna watched, excited. She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down to her knees. She took down her white panties to her thighs, and diddled her pussy as she watched.
"Jeez, Professor, you got a foot of prick in her!" Donna cried.
"Her pussy is like a tub of hot butter," the professor said, and humped more slick strokes to Anne.
"God, I love to watch fucking! I love to watch people really fuck good!" Donna cried, her hand a hot blur as she finger-fucked herself.
"Well, watch us fuck then!" Anne yelped. She threw her legs around the professor and bucked her ass lewdly, hotly off the bed.
Donna stood over the bed, her shorts and panties at her ankles now, and rubbed her cunt like she was insane to get to a climax, which she did.
"I'm cummin'!" she screeched. "Fuck her Professor! Fuck Anne!" * * * Up in Cindy's room her mother, Lois Dawson, came into the room. Dave was still in the closet waiting for her to leave. He didn't hear her come in the bedroom.
He had waited long enough, he thought. She must be gone. He opened the door to the closet and walked out, then saw Mrs. Dawson standing at the window looking down at Anne, the professor and Donna.
"Ah!" she gasped when she saw Dave. "What . . . what are you doing in here? Who are you?"
"Dave," he said.
"Oh, yes. I've seen you ... ah, what are you doing in here?"
"I thought your daughter told you. I saw her just before I came in a few minute ago. I'm looking for some loose wiring. The management asked me to fix it."
Dave looked through the window and saw Anne fucking the professor, saw Donna standing over the bed jacking off.
"Isn't that . . . that ..." Lois stuttered.
"My wife," Dave said, watching intently.
Lois wore only a slick, white robe, her big tits pushed out the top half. Dave stood beside her and watched.
"There, down there they are fucking!" he whispered.
"Yes, I certainly can see that," Mrs. Dawson answered.
"And you are Cindy's mother, Mrs. Dawson?" he asked. "Yes."
His hand went around her waist.
"Shall we watch together?" he asked.
His hand felt the pliant, soft skin under the robe. She was pretty, with long, brown hair and a round face like her daughter's. Her hips were supple, her tits big.
Dave cupped her ass in his hand. He felt the smooth softness.
"We gotta fuck!" he said.
"Yes, yes we do!" Lois whispered.
He pulled her to him, and gave her a hot kiss. He slid her robe off. She was nude before him. His cock was hard. He undid his pants and took off his shorts, stripped off all his clothes to be nude with her.
His big prick was erect and ready.
Mrs. Dawson grabbed Dave's hard cock, felt his firm, thick cock-flesh.
"Just stand there in front of the window so you can watch them fuck," Dave said, turning Lois to face the window. She did as he asked. Dave got behind her. "Why don't you bend over, Mrs. Dawson, just a little. Put your hands on your knees."
She spread her legs, put her hands on her knees and assumed a beautiful pose. Dave slid his cock between her thighs and punched it up into her cunt.
"Oh, wow," she moaned, "that feels good in there . . . your prick is so thick!" "Let's fuck off a quick piece, Mrs. Dawson." "Oh, yeah, fuck off a piece. Damn right! Fuck that cock into me, Dave!"
He pumped his prick into her pussy. His cock was hard, thick, like a bending banana as he plunged the length of his cock-stalk in and out.
"Whew, wow, good fuckin'! Everybody's fuckin' this morning!" Lois said. "We sure are," Dave answered. "And so is your wife and the teacher." "Uh-huh," Dave said, picking up the beat, steaming her pussy with hot, hard jabs. She wiggled her ass back to him. He slid his arms around her and cupped her big tits. Their fucking made a sweet slurping sound, then Dave felt the tickling sensation come over him.
He looked over her shoulder, saw Anne bumping up and down under the professor, knew she was cumming. He could see it on Anne's beautiful face, the lines, the crinkles of passion. He unleashed a hot stream of cream into Mrs. Dawson's cunt.
"Oof!" she groaned. "You're shootin' in me. Whew! Here I cum! God, I'm cumming right now!"
And they did, shivering and shuddering together in a fabulous climax, with Dave's huge prick punching her pussy with hard, brilliant strokes and fast, hot friction.
Dave humped faster. She bucked and screwed her ass back at him. He loved the ripple of sensation that folded him over behind her.
She huffed and puffed, her breath coming in short gulps. She watched Anne cum with the professor as she came with Dave.
"We'll have to do this more often," Dave whispered.
"You're goddamn right," Lois mumbled.
Chapter Nine
Dave and Lois spent the rest of the day fucking among the teddy bears on Cindy's bed. Dave finally took a shower, fell asleep, and Lois went to her night job.
He awoke, dressed, got his bags, and left for his own condo.
When he unlocked the door, Anne was gone. She had apparently stepped out for the evening, or perhaps she was with the young boys or the professor. Dave didn't know.
He was hot again. He unpacked and lay down nude on the bed, took a picture from the drawer, one he had taken of Anne, and started jacking off to her lovely beauty. His hand pumped his big prick with slick, precise strokes.
The door suddenly opened and there stood Anne in all her smoldering beauty. She was attired in a short black skirt, white high heels, nylons, and a very tight, thin white sweater that was bulging with the thrust of her fabulous tits.
She closed the door quickly and leaned back against it.
"Shame on you," Anne cooed. "What are you doing?"
"Jacking off to a picture of you, Anne," Dave gasped, shaking with excitement and anticipation.
Dave had stopped his feverish pumping and held his throbbing cock in his hand palming it, looking at Anne. She was absolutely sexy, beautiful and alluring as she leaned back against the closed door.
"Well, go ahead. Don't stop," she said with a sexy whisper.
"Oh, darling!" Dave gulped. He grabbed his stiff prick with both hands and squeezed, then released it. He let his cock slap back against his belly, then grasped it with his hand and pumped furiously.
"Yeah, like that," Anne said.
"You're beautiful, Anne!" Dave cried.
Slowly, she pulled her skirt up from the sides, up over the tops of her nylons, teasing him, tempting him with her charms. She leaned against the door, her legs now set apart, hips pushed out.
"Oh, god, baby, that looks fabulous!" Dave sobbed as he fucked his cock with wild abandon.
"You like it?"
"Damn right!"
She smiled seductively, her wet tongue sweeping over her lower Up. She continued to inch her skirt up, higher and higher until it was gliding across the V of her pink panties.
"Oh, goddamn, baby!" Dave panted.
She slowly rolled her hips, a sweet merry-go-round of ecstasy.
"Wonderful!" Dave mumbled in a hot fever as he bobbed his hand up and down on his thick prick.
"Jack it off to me, honey," Anne whispered.
"I am, Anne," he said, catching his breath in his throat. "I'm pumpin' my prick for you!"
"Make it feel good," she said.
"Oh, darling, it does!" he cried.
Slowly she drew the skirt up around her waist, revealing all of her sweet pink panties. They were shaded in front by her rich, dark cunt-hair underneath, puffed out enticingly, invitingly as if waiting for a soft touch of eager fingers.
"Oh, shit!" Dave yelped.
"Get it, honey!" Anne called as she wound and ground her hips in a sweet, slow motion.
Dave's prick squirted out a top load that streamed high into the air and splattered back on his belly. "Ooooooh, Anne!"
"Come on, honey, do it! Do it to me!"
"I am. I am!"
"It looks goooood when it squirts!" Anne said.
"It feels good! Sooooo damn good, Anne . . . and you look good, baby, damn good! Those pink panties ..." "You like 'em?" "I love them!"
"Bet you'd like to get in 'em, huh?" Anne murmured in a breath of lusty loveliness.
"Up to the elbow," Dave answered "up to the elbow!"
Anne reached down with one hand, still holding her skirt bunched around her waist, and drew her fingers over her soft cunt. She slipped them under the top of the panties and dipped down into her pussy.
"Like this?" she whispered.
"Oh, sweet baby, fuck!" he sobbed. "Like that. Just like that!"
Dave fucked his fist faster now, becoming lost in the ripples of pleasure that were flooding his body.
The sight of Anne standing there, her skirt up over her pink panties, her hand in there fisting her fuck-box, made Dave faint with joy. His body trembled, shaking, as he jack-fucked his cock to her.
"I've always wanted to see you do that, Anne!" Dave blurted.
"You did?"
"Yeah, baby!"
She looked so beautiful, so magnificent like that, her legs set apart, that gorgeous garter-belt taut and tight to the nylons. Her hand was deep in her pretty pink panties, rubbing her sweet pussy.
Dave had his cock in his hand, his cock-stalk thick and pulsing, his cock-head cherry red. He was jacking with precision strokes, feeling better than he had ever felt before.
Then Anne removed her hand from her panties and slowly unbuttoned her tight sweater to reveal a shiny white bra that was bulging with her big tits. She lifted her tits out over the top of her bra.
"That's fabulous, Anne!" Dave panted.
She squeezed her tits together.
"Oh, you sweet fucker!" he yipped. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole damn world!"
Anne smiled, her tongue a gentle movement in her mouth. She rolled her pussy-packed panties at Dave, then reached down and rubbed her pussy again.
Dave was hot as a firecracker now. Anne removed her sweater, undid a button at the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor around her heels. She walked over to the bed.
"Hold out your hand, honey," she commanded.
Dave let go of his throbbing prick and held out an open palm for her.
She took it in her hand and brought it to her mouth. She licked off the bubbles of cum, then bent over and deposited a huge, thick gob of saliva into his palm.
"There, slick that on that big prick."
"It was a beautiful, sweet, thrilling gesture.
"Anne, I love you sooo damn much!" Dave choked.
Dave took his hand full of her hot spit and greased it up and down his simmering cock, spreading the warm, sweet spit all over his prick-shaft. Then he held out his hand and panted, "More ..."
She smiled a sultry smile, and again lifted his hand to her mouth and scalded his palm with another hunk of saliva, a big thick goop of spit. Dave took it eagerly and placed it on the smoldering head of his zealous cock. He began a slow stroke, pumping his slick prick just for her.
"Spit shining it, baby," he whispered.
He grasped his prick with both hands and Anne could hear his cock click, his feverish jerking.
Anne stood beside the bed watching him. Suddenly, she began to roll her panties down. She rolled them into a thin line around her thighs, showing Dave her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" He gasped. "I love your pussy!"
"Do you like jackin' off to me?" she asked. "I love it!" "Do you?"
"Oh, honey-fuck, yes," Dave said, "I love it so goddamn much!"
"I don't think I've ever seen your prick that big," Anne observed, watching the wild jerking of his hand on the long, thick shaft of his spit-soaked prick. She stood beside the bed in her panties, the overflowing bra, the garter-belt, the nylons, the white high heels, her panties a thin wedge between her thighs. Dave alternated hands without missing a stroke. His cock was bubbling and foaming now, dribbles of cum dripping down over his knuckles.
"That looks good," she commented.
"You look good, Anne."
"Do you jack to me a lot?"
"Every damn day, baby!"
"What do you think about when you do it?"
"Some of the hot times we've had, fantasies, like this right now . . I've always dreamed of this, you standing like that, me on the bed pumping off to you!"
"Well, get it, get it then!" she whispered.
"Cum to you?"
"Yeah, cum to me, baby!"
Her hand went to her pussy and she began fingering it again.
"Finger-fuck it, baby," he gasped. "It looks beautiful when you do that!"
Her hand looked lovely. Her feet were set apart, and she rolled her hips, those pink panties a line around her thighs. She humped and pumped as she fucked her pussy.
"Now you give me your hand, Anne," he said.
She gave him a puzzled look, but withdrew her hand from her dripping cunt and held it out.
"Put your fingers in my mouth," Dave said as he continued to pump-jack his huge cock.
She put her fingers on his lips and he licked off the sweet pussy-juice. Then he sucked them into his mouth, munching on those wet fingers that had just been pleasuring Anne's wonderful pussy. Then he deposited a gob of saliva on her fingertips and she slipped them back into her cunt.
"Cum to me," she whispered.
"Now, baby?"
"Yeah, now!"
Dave pumped furiously and felt that ecstatic grip come over his entire body. His prick billowed and expanded, hot in his hand. His cock thumped, pulsated and suddenly gushed a thick, steady stream of thick cum.
"Get it, honey!"
"Oh, shit, baby!" Dave screamed as his cock kept erupting, shooting forth load after load of cream.
"God, look at it squirt!" Anne gasped in sheer shock at the force of his eruption, at the gobs and gobs of creamy cum that spewed from the bulging head of his prick.
"Cum to me!" Anne said. Her hand was a blur between her legs, finger-fucking her fine pussy.
Dave's body stiffened up off the bed as he pumped wildly. And his cock poured out another large load of fuck-cream which spilled back onto his belly in a thick puddle. Now his cock was erupting, squirting all over the bed, and he turned on his side and let his cum squirt at Anne, hitting her jacking hand with a splash of cream.
"Jack it with me, Anne," Dave babbled. "I am!"
"Cum with me!"
"Oh, shit! I am!" she sighed.
"Honey, sweet honey, sweet darling, sweet fucker, my lovely beauty," Dave mumbled as his cock continued to squirt short, quick jerks of cream. He had expended most of his load, his hands, legs, stomach, and cock covered with thick, white juice.
"Oh, baby," Anne panted. "I'm gettin' it!"
Her body stiffened, her hips thrust outward, her hand working the magic between her legs.
"Ooooooh, oooh, baby!" Dave gasped.
"We're cummin'," she whispered.
"Cummin', honey, cummin' now!"
"Jack as fast as you can," she moaned. "I love to see you go fast on your rock-hard prick like that!"
The pleasure of climax simmered through her lovely body, tingling her to the soul, bending her over, making her shudder and shake.
Dave groaned, moaned, thwacked his cock, pounded harder and harder. He shot out steady streams of cum. It thrilled Anne to see his cum, squirt like that, and the swelling desire of orgasm overtook her.
"I love to see men jack off," she whimpered.
Chapter Ten
It was a Saturday afternoon at Ridge Crest Condominiums, and everybody was at the pool-the adults, the kids, everyone who lived at the complex.
Dave sat next to Anne sipping a very cold beer. Anne had mixed some daiquiris for herself and drank a long, cool one.
Dave hadn't yet said anything to Anne about seeing her fuck the young boys and the professor, and he didn't intend to. He didn't want an argument. He loved Anne, he wanted her, and he knew she was the best fuck in the whole world. He didn't care if she fucked around, as long as he got to enjoy her on a regular basis.
The professor sat a few chairs away from them, and Anne could see the bulge of his cock in his trunks, even though his prick was completely soft. Donna was with him.
Mrs. Dawson and Cindy were at the other end. Sonny and Bobby played in the pool.
Dave closed his eyes and lay in the warm sun, enjoying the rays. When he opened his eyes ten minutes later, Anne was gone.
He decided to go back to their condo and get a beer. He got up and walked to the elevator. Cindy Dawson came around the corner. She was ravishing in her youth, displayed generously in a black bikini. The top half hugged her nice teenaged tits, and the bottom half fit snuggly between her legs and cut high on her hard, smooth, ass.
"Where you goin'?" she asked softly.
"To get a beer."
She had her long, brown hair in a ponytail tied, up in the back with a red rubber band. Her round face was gorgeous, her front teeth over-biting just a hint on her lower hp, just enough to be lewdly beautiful.
"Over here," Dave said. He opened the door to the laundry room. He took her by the hand and led her inside.
The hum of a dryer filled the room as they came together in a full, hot, gulping kiss. Dave's hands went to her ass. He fanned his fingers over her curved ass-cheeks.
She felt his cock snap to a hard-on in his bathing suit. They pressed together until she broke the kiss and clutched between them, palmed his prick through his suit.
"Damn, you make me hot, Cindy!" Dave said.
"Good," she whispered, pulling his trunks down.
Dave's big, thick prick bent up, snapped and slammed back against his belly with a sweet thud. Cindy grabbed his stiffening cock-stalk.
Dave shoved his hand inside her bikini, feeling her soft pussy. His fingers massaged into her cunt, rubbing until she tingled and creamed.
He stuck his finger in her pussy. It was as if he shoved his finger in a hot, buttered bun. He fucked her down there with one finger as Cindy pumped in and out and squeezed his cock.
"Oh, sir, this is so good!" she gasped. "I'm so hot for it!"
They were panting, shaking, their hearts pounding. Dave finally took her bra and bottom off and stripped her nude. He slid his swim-suit off, and they clung to each other in electric nudity.
He took her down on the sticky cement floor in front of the dryer. She opened her legs invitingly. He lowered over her. She got a grip on his cock and guided him to her precious young pussy. Dave shoved inside.
"Mmmmmf," she mumbled.
"God, baby!" he huffed.
"You're gonna fuck me on the floor in here, aren't you, sir?"
"You bet, darling!"
He started a fast fuck-stroke. Their bodies slapped at each other, making nice fuck noises. Her ass thumped and clumped against the cement with a dull smacking sound.
He thumped high on her. His balls slapped her ass. He reached under her neck with one arm, put the other around her waist. She hooked her teenaged legs over and around him, and they fucked in a furious frenzy on the laundry room floor.
"Goddamn, Cindy, you're good!" Dave gasped.
"As good as your wife?" she panted. He paused before answering. It was a good question.
"Yes," he finally said, "you fuck as good as my wife!"
"Oh, jeez, sir," she huffed, "I love you!"
Just then Dave's cock swelled inside her Utile pussy and spat out a load of hot cum. He fucked high and hard.
"Sir, you're shootin' in me!" she cried. She got her own climax, her body stiffening in an arc up off the floor, holding on for her life as Dave hammered her pussy relentlessly.
They lay in the warm after-glow of their orgasm listening to the soft hum of the dryer. The door burst open. It was Anne with the professor and Donna.
They didn't expect to see Dave and Cindy lying nude on the floor.
"What's going on in here?" Anne said sternly.
"Fucking," Donna said. "Looks like fucking is going on in here. I wanna watch!"
"My, my," the professor commented, taking down his swim trunks, letting out his immense cock.
Anne looked at his monster prick longingly. Grabbing it, she looked down at Dave. "I can fuck this big cock, can't I?"
"Yes, darling, fuck him," Dave said.
Cindy rolled off him. They sat on the floor together looking up at Anne who had knelt on her knees and was kissing and licking the tip of the professor's cock.
Donna wore a one-piece swimsuit. She was quick to strip it down over her ass and legs and get it off. She propped herself up on top of a washing machine, her legs dangling down, her blonde cunt open to her probing hand, her diddling fingers.
"Suck his big prick," Donna said to Anne.
And Anne did. Her beautiful face was full of cock. Her head bobbed in and out. Dave and Cindy watched. Dave reached over and played with Cindy's schoolgirl tits. Cindy reached for his flattened cock, got in her hand and brought his cock-stalk to a rigid hard-on with her soft, playful touch.
"Why doesn't someone fuck Donna?" Dave asked.
"She just likes to watch," the professor said.
Dave got up. He went to Donna. His cock was thick, hard as steel. He moved between her legs. She had a look of pure fright on her face. She tried to close her legs, but Dave was already between them. He punched his cock into her cunt-slit. His cock-head penetrated the lips of her pussy.
"No, no!" she cried. "No, I've never been ... oh, don't!"
Dave's cock was in her, connected to her, sliding and slicking into her tight cunt.
"Don't, oh . . . please . . . put it away ... oh, jeez! Oooooh!" she babbled.
Dave fucked his cock at her faster and faster as he watched his wife suck on the professor's incredibly long cock. Cindy got up. She came over to Dave and Donna. She stood right beside them and watched the way his prick pushed and pulled in and out of Donna's blonde cunt. She reached over and felt their creamy fuck with one hand while she diddled her own pussy with the other. Anne stood up.
"Fuck me, Professor!" she commanded.
Cindy turned around and dove for Professor Mulligan's big cock. She fell to her knees as if in worship, and clutched her little hands around his big prick-stalk. She licked her tongue all over his spitting cock-knob.
"My, a pretty little tart," the professor huffed.
Anne smiled, understanding of the young girl's fascination with his huge prick.
The door banged open again and Sonny rushed in with Bobby. Anne pulled them over to a washing machine. She took their swim trunks down, grabbed their nice, hard cocks in her hands, and pumped on them.
"Jeez, I'm fuckin' . . . you're fuckin' me!" Donna sobbed, looking down, watching the gooey slide of Dave's prick in her cunt.
"Uh-huh, and you love it, too," Dave said.
"Yeah, sure do . . . sure do!" Donna cried.
Cindy sucked the professor's prick to hard excitement. He had to pull her off his flaming cock-stalk, bring her up, and plant a hot kiss on her pink teenaged lips. He slid his hand into her pussy, then backed her up against the humming dryer. He humped down, spread his legs, and fisted his prick in one hand. He put his other hand on the edge of the machine next to Cindy, and brought his big cock-knob to her pussy.
Cindy looked down and watched as he shoved his cock-head in.
"Oooof," she gulped. "You gonna put your big prick in me, Professor?"
"Yes, my little dove, yes, yes, yes," the professor said.
He humped and pumped another three inches of cock into her. He started fucking her.
"Oh, God, sir! Oh, everybody! Professor's fuckin' me with his big prick!" Cindy cried.
Dave and Donna were really fucking good on the washing machine. They both looked over and saw Cindy taking Professor Mulligan's huge prick.
"I love to watch! I love to fuck and watch!" Donna yipped.
Anne stood against the other machine. She pushed Bobby and Sonny to their knees, got between them and instructed them to eat her ass and pussy.
Sonny slicked his tongue at her ass. Bobby slurped her cunt.
"Yeah, boys, eat me out! Rim my asshole, Sonny!"
Sonny licked her asshole. His tongue punched and pushed at her tasty ass-bud.
"Eat my wife's asshole!" Dave yelled. "Her asshole's like fudge, Sonny."
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," Sonny mumbled.
Cindy was so hot she started crying. Tears rolled down her cheek. Tears of incredible joy. The professor pushed more cock into her, fucking her with all he had.
"I'm cumming!" Donna groaned, and hooked her legs around Dave's back as she sat on top of the washing machine fucking his cock.
Donna felt the first shiver of climax, then the hot ripple, the shudder, and her breath caught in her throat. Dave fucked her unmercifully until his prick exploded.
The professor had six inches of his cock in Cindy. He shoved harder, gave her some more, then started fucking her again. She was faint, her face impassioned with desire.
The young boys lapped and licked at Anne. She watched the fucking action around her as they slurped her pussy and asshole.
"Boy! Wow!" Anne said. She was overwhelmed by the steamy action. She watched her husband hump his spurting prick into Donna's cunt, saw Donna throw her arm's around Dave's neck, lean out on the washing machine and kiss him as they both came.
Sonny licked, twirling his tongue around the rim of her asshole. Bobby sucked her cunt, got as much of her soft pussy into his mouth as he could, then chewed as through he were eating a scrumptious pizza.
"Whew!" Anne moaned.
Cindy felt the flush of cream rush into her young cunt. She saw the look on the professor's face as he came. She tingled and shook. The tickle* of her climax zipped through her, that fabulous sensation she had come to love, to cherish, to need.
She bumped her little ass and fucked and bucked her cunt at the pumping professor.
Both Sonny and Bobby were jacking off as they snaked their tongues at Anne's pussy and ass. They snaked like hungry boys after a hard day of playing.
Anne came. Her whole body ribboned with orgasm. She let the boys pleasure her as she watched Dave and Donna cum, watched the professor and Cindy cum, looked down and saw the cream pouring from Bobby's and Sonny's pricks as they gobbled her greedily.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
Chapter Eleven
The next day, Anne got up, and dressed to meet a friend for a movie. Dave lay in bed for a while, thinking about the orgy they had all had in the laundry room. He thought about how much he liked watching his wife get fucked.
Anne was in the living room when Dave came down. He had dressed. She wore a tight red skirt, red heels, a white sweater and sheer nylons.
"Did you enjoy yesterday?" she asked.
"Yes, and you?"
"I loved it, honey!" Anne said.
She looked so good, such an enchanting woman for an older lady. Dave couldn't take his eyes off her. Dave sat at the bar in the living room.
"Do something sexy for me to remember after you've gone," he said.
She turned her back to him and set her legs apart. She bent over and put her hands on her knees. Her dream ass arched provocatively. She rolled her hips in a sexy grind.
Dave squeezed his swelling erection.
"Oh, baby," he huffed. "You look wonderful. I love it. I love you!"
"Good," she said. "I want you to love me."
"Oh, I do, darling!" he gasped. "I love you more than life itself!"
Anne kept her head cocked, looking back at Dave. Her golden ass rolled. She wound her ass in a slow grind-a sexy, sweet, delicious corkscrew. She eyed Dave's hand as he stroked his bulging prick.
"Take it out," she commanded.
Dave unzipped his fly and eagerly pulled out his hard prick. His cock-shaft was hard as iron-long, rigid, a full eight inches of cock with a smooth, deep-red cock-head topped with a gunk of fuck-cream.
He clutched his cock-stalk and wound his fingers around it, his thumb extended as if he were hitching a ride. He pumped slowly, trying to keep time with the thrilling swirl of Anne's fabulous ass.
"Take your clothes off. I want you naked!" Anne said.
Dave stripped in a feverish rush and stood nude behind her, his cock towering outward and upward. He jacked his cock wildly.
Anne's skirt pulled tight around her lush hips, accentuated the exciting rotation of her ass. Her hands slid down along her thighs. She pulled the red skirt up slowly, up over the tops of her sheer nylons, bunching the skirt up around her waist in a red ruffle.
"Oh, honey! Shit, that's fantastic!" Dave cried.
She lifted the skirt higher, up over a tight pair of pink panties that were snug and skimpy. Dave's cock spat a hunk of cum. His hardon thumped in his hand. The head of his prick was covered with sticky, white fuck-cream.
Anne continued her hot movement. She was bent over, hands on her knees, screwing, driving him crazy. She sent him into an emotional swoon of hot, pure, true lust.
Her right hand came off her knee. She slipped it between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the panties, teasing, sneaking her fingers back and forth. Dave pumped his prick savagely, chopping wildly, his balls swinging between his legs. He panted with fuck-passion.
"Oh, Anne, you sweet sonofabitch!" he moaned.
He walked to her, stood directly behind her, spread his legs, and humped down. He rubbed the drooling tip of his prick against her pink panties, mashing the creamy goo against the pillow-soft curves of her gorgeous ass.
She reached back through her legs and clasped his billowing cock, slipping his prick-stalk between her legs. She cradled his cock-head in the palm of her hand and bent it back into the mossy-thick softness of her pink panties. She rolled and humped her hips in and out, massaging the cock-head of his squirting prick on the crotch of her panties.
Dave was breathless. He thrust his hips at her, humping and pumping in and out. His cock slid with hot friction against her crotch, into her hand, shooting cum, as she bent his cock-head back into her pantied pussy.
"My darling," he sighed. "Anne, baby . . . may I take your panties down?"
"Yes! Yes, of course!" she whispered.
He pulled back, stood behind her and rolled her panties into a slim pink circle around her thighs. Then he plunged his cock between her legs. Anne grabbed his stiff hard-on and rubbed her fingers over his gooey cock-tip. She slicked his bulging cock-head against the creamy, slick lips of her big pussy. She rolled her hips, bent over, one hand on a knee. Her other hand guided his throbbing cock into her cunt.
Dave humped down and pushed so he could give her all of his prick. He wanted every brick-hard inch of his cock plugged in her sweet, sucking cunt. His cock was like a greased pole as it slid in and out of her cunt. Dave sawed his massive hard-on slowly into her cunt. It was as if he'd slipped his prick in a gallon of soft, hot butter.
He put his hands on her hips, pressed down and banged home, plunging his prick into her fine cunt.
She had her hands on her knees. She waved and wiggled her ass, taking all his prick. He humped, pumped, bumped and thumped until he lost his breath. His heart pounded. His body tingled deliriously.
He stopped and caught his breath before he fainted.
"You fuck me, Anne," he whimpered.
He stood still behind her. She gyrated her ass in semi-circles, in and out, around and around, on his big, long prick.
"Yeah, Anne, like that! Screw me! Do the dog on my prick!" he yelped.
She reached between her legs with one hand, her fingers prodding and probing the action down there. She could feel the slick of his prick in and out of her sopping pussy. She turned her head and looked back, staring into Dave's eyes.
A sexy smirk played on her lips, the corners of her mouth tugging downward. Her hand flattened against his cock as his prick-shaft shoved in and out. She swirled her hips in that slow circle.
She moved around and around, then ground down on his cock. Dave gasped and shuddered with delight.
"Fuck me, Anne, fuck me!" he yelped.
"It's the best movement you've ever had," she cooed confidently.
"God, yes ... yes .. . yes! It's the best I've ever had ... or ever hope to have, Anne. You're fuckin' me real good! You're screwin' me silly! Yeah, go on, like that, fuck my prick like that, baby!"
Her ass was pure poetry as she humped his prick in a sexy, circular motion, spinning down on Dave's hard-on.
"I'd like to have your prick pluggin' me all the time," Anne whispered.
"Oh, Anne!" Dave sobbed. "You're fuckin' so goddamn good, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know it," she huffed.
"It's so damn, damn good, Princess! It's what I live for. This is it!" \ He started humping, swinging his hips to meet Anne's ass, trying to keep time with her hot rhythm. He leaned over and slipped his hands along her waist, up to feel her pendulous tits through her tight white sweater. He jiggled and fondled her tits, slipping her sweater upward, over her bra, as he continued popping his prick in and out of her slushy cunt. He reached under her and into her bra, pulled her big tits out, cupped them in his itching hands and squeezed.
Anne had her hands back on her knees now, her ass grinding. Dave massaged her big tits, marveling at their firm roundness. His cock expanded in her cunt. He thumped all eight inches up into her pussy.
"It feels so good," he whispered.
"You're damn right!" she puffed.
"This is the best, you doin' the dog on my prick like this!"
"You're goddamn right!" she answered.
"Fuck down on it, honey, yeah, like that . . . shit, fuck, baby!"
She tossed her hair, looking back at Dave. She rolled her wet tongue over her lower hp.
"It's so big, your prick's so big in there, so big and hard!"
Anne, her knees cocked, offered her magnificent ass, her pussy, her tits, to Dave. His cock sawed in and out of her pussy with a slick, slurping noise.
"Come on, fuck me!" Anne yipped.
Dave pumped harder, faster.
"Fuck it, fuck my pussy, nail it!" Anne yelped.
"Oh, you beautiful bitch!" he hollered. "Fuck me!"
"I'm fuckin' you, Anne!"
His slick prick rewarded her hungry pussy with a feverish fucking. She ground her ass in a rapid, wild waggle, meeting the beating of his rapid fuck-strokes.
"It feels good to grind on!" Anne said.
"Screw me! Do the dog-fuck on my prick, baby!" Dave pumped faster, harder, spiking her cunt with his rigid prick, slugging his cock in and out, back and forth.
"Plug my pussy," Anne said. She stopped the circular movement of her fine ass and stood still with her hands on her knees.
Dave drilled her ass, his prick slicing in and out of her satin-soft pussy. He pumped passionately.
"Now!" she shouted. "Harder . . . faster!"
He picked up the beat. He pumped, pounded and drilled her cunt with his cock.
"Oh, shit, Anne!" he mumbled. "What a fuck!"
"I'm gettin' it, daddy!" she shouted. "I'm gonna get it!"
"God, Anne! Me, too! I'm gonna cum!" Dave screamed.
His cock was steaming, heaving, billowing, surging in her cunt. His prick expanded like a long balloon with air. His prick sprayed a hot, thick flood of fuck-cream into Anne's pussy. She felt the hot rippling tide of his juice, felt the tingle of her climax vibrate through her.
She stood, rolling her ass. "Come on, give it all to me! Fuck me! Fuck it!"
Dave's cock spewed another hot shot of cum into her cunt. He shook and shuddered, his orgasm swooning him into an incredible feeling of ecstasy.
His cock spat more cream, spurting and splashing wave after wave of cum into Anne's pussy.
"Oh, shit, honey!" Dave babbled.
They were both lost in the frothing friction, the shower of cum spitting from Dave's shivering prick. Her dripping pussy was sloshed with a flaming, seething, boiling climax, hot cream spilling continuously into her.
Dave finally stopped. He huffed and puffed for breath as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. His big, swollen cock-head dripped a long string of white cream. Anne settled to the floor below him on her hand and knees, spent, still tingling from her fabulous climax.
She turned and smiled seductively. Her eyes were glazed. Dave dropped to his knees behind her. His cock slapped against her slick ass. He layered her skirt up over her back. Her pink panties were a thin wedge pulled tightly between her thighs. He slipped his hand between her slick, sleek thighs and fingered her creamy cunt, fishhooking his finger into the slushy softness. He finger-fucked her.
He fucked her soft cunt-slit slowly, sawing his finger in and out, making a slushy, liquid sound. Anne, on her hands and knees, regally beautiful, let him shove her, let him manipulate the lips of her pussy, her shivering hot clit.
Dave reached around with his free hand and palmed her big tits. He jiggled them hotly, softly, tenderly, feeling her erect nipples, the expanse and roundness.
"I love your big tits, Anne!" he whispered.
He slushed another finger in her pussy, tickling, sweetly giving her a lightheaded feeling, a sweet, ecstatic thrill.
"I'm gonna spank you now, honey," he said.
"You are?" Anne asked, surprised, looking back at him.
Dave continued his finger-fuck. "Yes, I am."
"Really?
"Yeah, sixty nine lashes," Dave said. He got down on his hands and knees behind Anne and sent his tongue slithering up and down the tasty, furry crack of her ass. He wiggled his tongue like a sweet feather, licking, slicking, teasing her with long, slashing strokes.
"Ah, whew, oooooh!" Anne moaned.
Then he thrust his tongue up against her sweet asshole and tongue-fucked it.
"Oh, my God!" Anne sobbed. "That's wonderful!"
He cupped her lovely hot ass in his hands, lifting her soft, smooth ass-cheeks with his palms. He pushed her ass-cheeks apart, slapping and lapping his tongue up and down, in and out, around and around her asshole with ardent urgency.
"That feels so good!" Anne whimpered.
"I'm glad," he muttered. "Your ass tastes so fuckin' good, Anne!"
"Oh, shit!" she huffed.
"Yeah, like sweet shit! I'd eat your sweet shit just to get where it came from," Dave said between licks and laps of his lashing tongue.
He swirled his tongue up against her asshole again. That fabulous move sent chills through Anne, and her body quivered with joy.
"Fuck my ass with your tongue, bastard!" she cried.
Dave was a madman now. His tongue, like a hot, wet prick, did its work, slicking, slobbering in and out of her sugar-sweet asshole. Then, with long, gaping licks, he sent his wild tongue slashing up and down the smooth crack of her ass.
"Oh, honey," she moaned hotly, "eat my ass!"
"Mmmm, mmmm, so good, so delicious!" he burbled.
She reached between her legs with one hand and slid her finger in her cunt. She began finger-fucking herself as Dave continued his wild, ravenous rim-job.
"Shit, lick it!" Anne yelled.
Dave feasted on her magnificent ass, leaving big swirls of spit all along her ass-crack. He feverishly rimmed his tongue in sweet circles all over her ass-bud. He worked expertly at making her feel good, until he was so filled with desire for her, so flooded with passion, he pulled back and got up to his knees. His cock slapped between her thighs, hard, rigid as a gun barrel, thick as a flashlight.
He pushed his throbbing prick between her legs, the top of his prick-stalk scraping the lips of her pussy. She set her knees farther apart. Her white garter-straps sliced into her creamy ass and thighs. She reached back between her legs, grasped Dave's cock, and slipped it into her cunt.
Dave put his hands on her smooth hips, pressed down, and began a slow hump-pump, slicking his incredibly hard prick into Anne's slurpy pussy. He fucked slowly, shoving his hot, stiff, throbbing cock into her cunt.
"Oh, God, baby, we're fuckin' again!" Dave panted.
"Oh, yeah!" She gasped, winding her amazing ass back at him, undulating against his swinging ass-hump which sent his cock plunging into her cunt.
"We're dog-fuckin', Anne," he whimpered.
"Yeah, dog-fuckin'!" she sighed heavily.
"I'd like to fuck you forever, honey!" he moaned.
"I wish you would," she said. "I sure as shit wish you would!"
"Oh, darling ... my sweet fucker!" Dave squealed in ecstasy.
He was burning hot, intoxicated by the winding sweep of Anne's ass, the pleasure she offered him. His simmering prick, a big, thick slab now, smacked in and out of her steamy cunt.
Anne dipped her head down and looked underneath. She watched Dave's cock fuck her cunt, saw his big, thick prick slide in and out, slick back and forth as it pleasured her.
She rotated her hips, grinding on his prick, then she felt the lovely sensation of climax. Dave's prick bloated in her pussy. He came. A shower of cream flooded her cunt.
She rolled with the flow, the tingle of her cum.
"I love this feeling!" she cried. "This fuckin' feeling!"
Chapter Twelve
It was the Monday after the fabulous weekend and the hot action in the laundry room. Anne and Dave were sitting in their living room having a drink.
"And you like to see me fuck? You saw me fuck the boys and the professor?"
''Mmmm-hmmm,'\ Dave said. "I love to see you fuck, honey. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"
"And I liked seeing you on the floor with Cindy, the way you fucked her in the laundry room. She's such a pretty young thing. You like fuckin' her, don't you?"
Dave nodded.
The doorbell rang.
"Well, we were just talking about you, Cindy," Dave said as he opened the door.
Cindy was dressed in her cheerleading uniform. The vest bulged with her tits, so hard and round pushing against the red buttons.
"Anne said I could come by anytime I wanted to," Cindy said, entering the living room.
Anne smiled and fixed Cindy a cola. Then she said, "What do you like best? What has Dave done that you liked the best, Cindy?"
Cindy took a sip of cola, shaking her head so that her ponytail slapped over her shoulder and hung down over one tit.
"Well, I . . . "
"You what?"
"I liked when he licked my ass," Cindy said. "And you have a beautiful ass to lick," Dave whispered.
Anne asked them both follow her into the kitchen. They did. She went to the fridge and took out a bowl of chocolate frosting.
"Dave would love to lick your ass, Cindy," Anne said, "and we'll make it a chocolate delight for him, okay?"
Cindy was standing next to the kitchen table. Dave dropped to his knees behind her. He fanned his hands under her little red skirt, pushing the pleats up on her hips. He kissed and licked his tongue over her tight white bloomers, then he tugged them down over her thighs.
Anne took the bowl and got a butter knife. She filled it full of frosting, then came over and patted the crack of Cindy's ass with the gooey chocolate.
"Now, have some chocolate cake, Dave," Anne teased.
Dave clutched Cindy's ass-cheeks in his hands. He spread them, and muffed his face into the crack of her ass. His tongue, long and wild, licked up and down, lapping at the chocolate. He gobbled the goo, slicked his tongue up and down the crack of Cindy's ass like lightning. He ate the chocolate, smudging it ail over his mouth and chin.
Then he licked voraciously at her asshole, chewing the chocolate, greedily slurping the sweet stuff. His tongue finally twirled into her ass-bud.
"Oh, whew, ooooh!" Cindy moaned, "You're lickin' my ass again, sir."
"Mmmmm, mmm," Dave mumbled.
Anne hiked her black miniskirt, pulling it up over white panties, and dug her hand into the pants. She hooked a finger into her cunt and finger-fucked herself as she watched her husband give Cindy a fabulous rim-job.
"I love your husband!" Cindy blurted, winding her ass in slow circles, her hands on the edge of the kitchen table. Her young legs were taut, her cheer leading skirt a bunch of pleats at her waist.
"And he loves your sweet ass, Cindy!" Anne said.
"I want him to do this to me all the time!" Cindy yelped.
Dave sucked and tongued her asshole, sending delightful shivers of pleasure through the young girl. He unzipped his fly and took his prick out. He beckoned to Anne. She came over and lay down under him. She grabbed his huge cock, pulled down on it and sucked his big cock-head into her mouth. She kept her finger in her pussy.
Cindy slid her hand down between her legs and fishhooked a finger in her cunt. She started fucking herself in time with Dave's lapping, slapping tongue that was rimming her asshole.
Cindy watched Dave's hand play over the crotch of her own panties. She saw the rise of his fucked-out cock, so swollen, big, raw. She read the look in his eyes.
"You wanna stick your hand in my panties and play with my pussy, don't you, sir?"
Dave dug into Cindy's panties and stuck his hand down into the furry softness of her young cunt. She liked the feel of his fingers slicking up and down her wet cunt-slit.
Anne finger-fucked herself. Cindy grabbed Dave's prick in her hand, felt the thickness of his prick-stalk.
"Let's all masturbate!" Anne said.
Dave took Cindy's panties down, tugged them over her precious legs, down her ankles and whipped them off. He couldn't stand it. He pushed her back and got up over her. His big cock wobbled on her belly. Cindy reached for his cock-stalk, grabbed and pulled. Dave came down, pushed the head of his big hard-on into the sweet darling's cunt. Cindy huffed a hot gasp.
She lay in her black tank-top and Dave was on top of her. His ass humped up and down. Anne plugged her pussy with one hand and stuck a finger up Dave's asshole.
"Oh, shit!" he huffed hotly. "Jeez, I'm fuckin' Cindy!"
"Yeah, you like it, you want to eat her asshole, too," Anne said, "I know what you like."
"Oh, God, eat my asshole, too? Not again, huh?" Cindy cried, feeling his bulging cock prick her pussy.
"Do it to her, honey!" Anne called, fingering her cunt wildly.
Dave pulled his prick out of Cindy's cunt. He turned her over on her stomach. He pulled her up to all fours and buried his face in the warmth and loveliness of her young ass. His tongue went wild. He tongue-fucked furiously in slobbering slaps.
"Oh, oof! Yikes!" Cindy cried. "God, that looks good!" Anne exclaimed, thumping her pussy faster and faster.
Cindy reached down between her legs and started fucking her pussy with her finger. She looked good down there, her hand flicking and jigging as Dave snaked his tongue up and down her ass-crack.
Then Anne reached over and grabbed Dave's prick. She jacked on it. "Mmmmm," he mumbled. "God, this is great!" Anne sobbed, finger-fucking her cunt so fast her hand was a lightning blur of action.
"I'd like to move in with you two!" Cindy yelped.
"Yeah, we'd like to have you, if you can come, if you can come right now . . . Cindy . . . cum with me right now!" Anne shouted, bent over at the waist, sitting on the floor ribboning through a climax, her body shuddering.
"I'm gonna cum if your husband keeps lickin' my ass . . . my ass like that . . . like . . . oh, oh, oh, oh," Cindy babbled. She came with Anne, just as Anne's other hand brought the spill of cream from Dave's fattening prick-head.
"I never wanna do anything else but fuck and suck!" Cindy cried.
"Eat her ass, Dave," Anne commanded. "I wanna see you really gobble her shit!"
"Mmmmm, mmmm," Dave burbled, his tongue slicking in a teasing twirl over the rim of Cindy's sweet asshole.
Anne liked the idea of Cindy moving in with them. She liked seeing her husband so turned on by the young tart. Anne came over and over again, feeling the most beautiful sensation in the whole world.
"I love to cum!" Anne screamed, and she knew that she'd be cumming every day she lived at Ridge Crest, and just the thought of that made her cream wildly.
Chapter Thirteen
The next day, Anne was waiting for Dave to come home. She was lovely, very sexy, wearing a red skirt that hemmed well above her knees, a white satin blouse full of her luscious tits. She wore white high heels and dark nylons.
When Dave walked in she had a drink ready for him.
"You liked chewing out that young girl's asshole, didn't you, honey?" she asked coyly. "Uh-huh."
"You liked sticking your tongue up her shitter and rimming her, sucking out all that chocolate, didn't you?" "Yeah!" he said.
She sat her drink down, took his and put it on the table.
Dave pulled Anne to him in a crushing kiss, their mouths meeting in a wet, hot, gulping slobber of desire and love. His hands crawled over her back, dipped down into the curve of her ass, then clutched the glorious luxury of her fantastic ass-flesh.
Her body pressed to him. Their tongues speared and slicked and fucked as their kiss continued.
His cock was hard as a hunk of iron. It throbbed against Anne's belly. Her pussy pushed against his thigh, warm, soft, a sweet nugget.
His hands worked her red skirt up until his fingers found the soft flesh above her nylons. He felt her garter-belt, and his hand fanned her pink panties, feeling the round globes of her ass.
They broke their kiss. Anne reached between them and clutched his immense cock through his slacks. She squeezed softly.
He brought his hands around in front and lifted her skirt in red ripples around her waist. Then he dipped into her pink panties and shoved his hand down into the warmth, the heat of her lovely pussy. His fingers curled into the thick, rich carpet of cunt-hair between her legs. His fingers found her wet cunt-slit.
"Ah!" Anne sighed.
"Oh, Jeez, baby!" Dave gasped, his finger slicking in and out of her butter-soft pussy, his knuckles bulging out the crotch of her pink panties.
Anne slinked down the zipper of his fly, then she reached inside and yanked out his incredibly hard cock. She fisted his prick-stalk in her hand. She looked down to see Dave's huge prick squirt, spit, fizz, bubble, his cock-head big, round, glowing in a glistening red.
She felt the throb, the beat, the pulsating of Dave's thick, hot prick in her hand.
Dave finger-fucked her cunt, and Anne's hand did a slow herky-jerky on his hard prick. They were both engulfed in the pure ecstasy of the moment, the desire and fuck-pleasure that rippled through them.
Dave trembled. "Goddamn, I love this!"
He huffed, plugging two fingers into Anne's lush cunt, down deep in her panties. He tested the slick sucking lips of her juicing pussy.
His prick spat a gob of cum at Anne's panties. She squeezed hard, pumping in and out.
Dave had her skirt up around her waist with one hand, while his other hand played in her panties. He lifted his hand to her blouse.
He managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and his hand into her bra. He lifted her gorgeous tits out over the top of the bra.
"God, I love you!" he panted.
Her grip on his cock firmed. She felt the constant throbbing. Dave took his hand out of her panties. He fell to his knees before her.
He held her skirt up about her waist, then Anne took hold of it. He placed his hands behind her, grasping the cheeks of her ass. He kissed her panties at the crotch, his mouth open wide, then sucked her pussy through the panties.
"Ah, whew!" Anne mumbled.
"I love you," he murmured, raining hot kisses all over her pretty pink panties. Then he had his fingers in the elastic at the top, tugging them down over the thick forest of brown cunt-hair.
He pulled them into a tight, pink roll at her thighs, just above her nylons, revealing her pussy. Suddenly, he was all over her cunt, kissing, licking, sucking.
"Yeah, suck it, honey!" Anne whispered. "Suck my pussy!"
Dave did suck voraciously. Then he looked up at her and said, "Your pussy is delicious, Anne. It tastes like hot fudge!"
He munched into Anne's soft cunt and smooched it lovingly, longingly, licking with long, scraping strokes of his tongue. He kissed tenderly, sucking all of her delightful cunt into his mouth and nibbling.
"Mmmmmm," Anne mumbled.
"Mmmmm, so good," Dave muttered.
His fingers pinched into the smooth cheeks of her ass. He dined wildly on Anne's cunt. She pushed her hips out and ground her ass and hips around, offering her pussy to him.
Dave's cock throbbed. He finally stood up. His cock wobbled and lapped at Anne's thighs.
He took his slacks off, his shorts, stripped completely naked in a hurried frenzy.
Then he struggled with her pink panties and took them down her legs, and Anne two-stepped out of the pink dainties. Dave jiggled them in one hand, brought her panties to his mouth and kissed them.
Anne reached out and grabbed his cock. She bent over and placed her thick, red lips on his cum-soaked prick-head, lapping her tongue over his creamy thick pre-cum, her lips brushing against his cock-head lightly. Then she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, still bent over at the waist, looking beautiful. She started sucking his cock.
"Oh, shit, baby, shit ... oh, that's so good! So cock-suckin' good!" Dave yelped.
Anne ducked in and out of his stiff, rigid prick, her lips locked on his erection. Her sucking precision sent Dave into a lover's swoon, a deep uncontrollable feeling of sweet love for the woman who knew so well how to please a man, how to pleasure a man, how to fuck and suck like no other woman.
Anne was a work of art. Her sucking was art.
Dave stood above her and watched her red lips seal around his cock, watched her beautiful head tuck in and out, felt the soapy, spitty warmth of her fabulous mouth.
"You're the best cock-sucker in the whole world, Anne," he said.
She lifted her eyebrows, looked up at him sexily, and lifted off his prick. She whirled and swirled her tongue over his cock-tip, slicking and licking the thick, creamy pre-cum.
"Oh, Anne, darling!" he moaned.
She stood up. He pulled her to him. They slowly descended to the floor. He laid her back and pulled her skirt up.
He grabbed each huge tit and fondled them. He leaned over and kissed her ripe nipples, sucking, licking, tonguing.
Then he lowered himself flat over her, his cock a pipe of hot steam. She grasped his cock-stalk and pulled his huge hard-on to the lips of her pussy. He humped his ass up, then down, and shoved his cock into her.
"Oh, baby," he moaned.
"You're in there," she whispered.
"God, fuckin' again!" He panted, humping up and down, sending his brick-hard cock slugging in and out of her sucking cunt.
Anne spread her legs wide and reached behind him, buttonholing his asshole with the tip of his finger.
Dave slid a hand under her and slid his middle finger up her shit-hole.
Anne turned her head to the side and looked down. She watched the slip and slide of his prick in her pussy.
"How does it look, Anne?" Dave asked.
"Good, good, honey, you're good . . . your ass is pumping, bouncin' up and down."
"We're fuckin'!" he sobbed lovingly.
"Damn right we are," she huffed. "I like the way you're fuckin' my ass, too!"
"With my finger?"
"Yeah . . . and I like the way your balls are bangin' at my ass, too!" she whispered.
"Oh shit, Anne, I love you!" he said hotly.
"Fuck me! Come on, baby . . . nail my pussy down!" she urged.
He fucked harder, faster, pumping wildly on top of Anne. She lifted her legs high and scissored them around Dave's back.
Anne ground her hips, corkscrewing her ass off the floor to meet Dave's humping strokes. Her pussy pushed to the plunge and thrust of his big, hard prick.
She screwed up to him in grinding, incredible, beautiful fuck-humps.
"God, you fuck good, Anne! You're soooo damn good!"
"You're the one. You're a good fucker!" she whispered.
They were both fucking good, humping, pumping, fucking on the floor in the hottest moment either one had ever experienced.
"Screw me, screw my pussy!"
"Shit, I'm tryin' to, Anne, I'm trying to nail your cunt down!" He was really fucking her now. His cock was hammering harder and harder into her cunt.
Now they were screwing beautifully and passionately, two lovers locked in a fabulous fucker's embrace on the floor, Dave's bald ass humping up and down, Anne's fine ass smacking against the floor.
The room filled with the slick, slurping sound of slick prick and creamy cunt cumming together, sticky and gooey, a sweet, gummy delight.
Dave's big balls paddled Anne's ass as he fucked her. She tightened her legs around him.
"You're the greatest fuck in the world, Anne!" he whispered.
"I know I am!" she whispered back, with a sexy air of confidence in her sexual ability.
"I wanna suck your pussy when we finish fuckin', honey," Dave panted.
"Fuck 'n' suck," Anne sighed.
He bounced up and down. She pumped up to him. His cock connected to her cunt like a shining lightning rod, the electricity passing between them, the buzz of exhilaration, the sizzle of ecstasy.
"I'm lovin' this fuck!" Dave said. "You like to fuck, don't you?"
"Yes," Anne said emphatically.
"You'd drop your panties for a hot, hard prick anytime, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, right!"
"You'd fuck anywhere anytime, wouldn't you?"
"You're damn right I would!"
"Oh, honey, just like you're fuckin' me now!"
"Yeah, fuckin' your big prick!"
Dave came. His cock bulged in her cunt and sprayed out a hot, creamy explosion of jizz that poured into Anne's pussy like a rushing river.
"Ah, ah, ah . . . ooooooh, baby!" he yelled.
"I'm gettin' it with you!" she shouted.
"Ah, huh, uh, uh, huh . . . whooooo, Anne!"
He was a madman, his ass a bouncing blur, his cock a piston that slicked in and out of her gushing cunt.
"Fuck me!" Anne shouted.
"Fucking, fucking you, Anne!" he gasped.
"Bring it home, bring me home!" she yipped.
A flood of ecstasy washed over Anne, that fabulous feel of climax. Her body became rigid, caught in a stiff hump as she bumped up to Dave's thumping, slamming prick. She ground her ass around.
Her legs were still hooked around him. His cock was still gushing out his load, as Dave bounced up and down in quick stabs, his cock quick and hot in her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" he cried, falling in a heaving heap on top of her.
"God, I needed that!" Anne whispered, her breath coming in fast, hot, gulping jerks.
They lay still on the floor relishing the afterglow of their fabulous fuck, loving the tingle, the complete satisfaction that can only be found in a steaming fuck.
Dave slid his hand out from under her heavenly ass, slid his hand under her neck and plastered her luscious mouth with a sweet, tender kiss.
Anne threw both arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Suddenly, she felt his prick harden again inside her cunt. She felt Dave move up and down on her, felt the thickness of his prick against her pussy-lips.
They broke their passionate kiss. Dave started fucking her again. She lay back, legs spread, not moving. She let him pump up and down.
"Yeah, fuck me again, screw me!" she whispered hotly. * * * Dave had to leave on another trip. Cindy stopped by to see Anne.
"Did you mean what you said? Can I move in with you?" Cindy asked.
"What would your mother say?"
"Well, I mean, live here when she's not home, live there when she is."
"Sure, you can do that," Anne said smiling.
"Oh, goody," Cindy said, "I have to go to school now. Is Dave around?"
"No, he's on a trip."
"Wanna meet one of my friends at school when I get back?"
"Who is that, Cindy?"
"A boy I know. I just met him. I think you'll like him, ma'am."
"Okay, sure, drop by," Anne agreed.
"Soon as school's out," Cindy said and left.
Later that afternoon, Cindy returned with Billy, a tall, lean young boy. He was extremely handsome, almost like a teenaged model. He had short blond hair, a square chin, and blue eyes.
"Hi," Cindy said. "This is Billy." Anne let them in.
"Well, I brought Billy over to show you something," Cindy said.
"Indeed, what would that be?" Anne asked.
Anne was dressed in tight, white shorts and a skimpy, pink sweater with white high heels. The boy stared at her admiringly.
"Show her, Billy."
Billy unzipped his fly, took his pants and shorts down around his ankles and showed Anne a throbbing, teenaged prick at least a foot long.
"Wow!" Anne exclaimed.
"It's not as big as the professor's prick, but it's big, huh?" Cindy whispered, eyeing the lad's cock.
"It's huge!" Anne said.
She took Billy's long cock in her hand and caressed his smooth prick-stalk. She tickled her fingers over his bulging cock-head, then squeezed his balls.
Cindy started undressing, taking her little schoolgirl uniform off until she stood nude in her blue and white saddle shoes and her blue knee socks.
Cindy slicked a finger into her hot pussy.
Anne kept playing with Billy's immense prick. She loved the way young boys could get so hard. The lad's prick was like brick.
She knelt down and fastened her thick red lips to his prick-head, kissing and licking. The boy moaned with delight, and Cindy watched intently, keeping her finger jimming and jamming her cunt.
A knock came at the door. It was the professor, who slipped in after he knocked.
"Ah, ha!" he said. "A little extra-curricular activity, huh?"
Anne was sucking the boy's big cock, and the professor stared at Cindy's lovely body. He took her in his arms, pressed her fine chubbette body to his.
"You've got the really big cock," she whispered.
The professor backed off. "Yes. Want to see my prick, young one?"
He unzipped his pants while Anne sucked voraciously on Billy's cock. Billy moaned, groaned with passion, delight, ecstasy. The professor whipped out his massive prick.
Anne stood up. "Why don't both of you get nude and jack off to Cindy and me. Let us see you play with those huge pricks!"
"Yeah!" Cindy whispered hotly. "Yeah!"
Anne stripped down, took her shorts and sweater off, stood in her white high heels. Her big, brown pussy was bushy and hot. Cindy watched the professor take his clothes off. He stripped nude. His cock wobbled from between his legs. Cindy took his hard-on in her hand and jerked his cock-stalk.
"Yeah, let's see you jerk!" Cindy whispered.
The professor and Billy sat down on the couch beside each other and began masturbating. Anne and Cindy stood over them, looking sexy, playing with their cunts, rolling their hips.
"Jerk to us!" Anne commanded. "Pump those freak pricks, will you?"
"Indeed we will," the professor panted, whacking his prick with a two-handed stroke.
Billy jerked wildly on his prick as he looked at Cindy, then Anne, pumping to both of them.
Anne loved seeing the boy and man masturbating their pricks. She was entranced by their action.
Cindy stared intently too.
Then Anne moved up over the young boy. She straddled him, screwed her hips down to his pumping hand, slapped it away, and took his prick in her own hand. She put it in her pussy.
"Ah, ah," the boy blurted.
"I'm gonna get on top of the professor," Cindy cooed, and climbed on, taking his cock in her hand, slicking three big, fat inches into her teenage cunt.
"Let's fuck 'em good," Anne said.
"Yeah, let's fuck 'em good," Cindy repeated.
The girls bucked and bounced. Cindy's ponytail swished wildly. The Professor humped up to her fucking his cock into her cunt. Anne fucked up and down on Billy. The lad was lost in the excitement. He lay back on the couch, his eyes wide, as he watched the exciting bounce of Anne's ass, and the thrilling bobble of her big tits.
"Did you know that Billy lives here at Ridge Crest," Cindy panted, fuckin' up and down on the professor.
"No," Anne huffed. "What a delightful surprise."
The boy's prick slicked in creamy clicks in and out of Anne's pussy.
"Yeah, he's a neighbor, too," Cindy sobbed. "I love all my neighbors, don't you?"
"Yes," Anne gulped, fucking wildly now.
"Yes," the professor sighed.
"Me too," said Billy.
"Do you love me, Professor?" Cindy yelped.
"Oh, yes, my little strumpet. I love you madly."
"And me?" Anne asked.
"Yes, you too, my darling," he huffed.
Now the foursome was into a hot fuck. It was beautiful, watching the neighborly love taking place at Ridge Crest, and Anne knew that she and Dave had moved to the perfect place.
