Anne hung onto him, her hands around the back of his neck. She was helpless, breathing hotly and sweetly, gasping, gulping, still sliding off the edge of her own ecstatic orgasm.
"Oh, God, I love to fuck," Anne whimpered.
"You're the best, baby, you're the best fuck in the whole damn world… there's no one like you. There's no one who can fuck a prick like you."
"I love fuckin' dick!" Anne huffed. "I love the way you fuck too, sweet pussy," Dave muttered.
They sat now on the toilet, huffing and puffing, bathing in the glow of a fabulous climax, both bodies loose and relaxed, both pleased and pleasured.
Dave reached down and took one of Anne's legs and brought it up, threw it over his shoulder so it hooked at the knee. He did the same thing with her other leg.
Anne still had her hands entwined behind his neck.
He slid his hands under her sweet ass, then stood up holding her. He walked with her, his cock still locked in the squeeze of her pussy, toward the mirror in the bathroom.
They both looked at themselves.
Anne was fabulous, clinging on to Dave, her legs over this shoulders, her hair-rollers still perfectly in place. She leaned in and kissed him.
Their tongues swept and swirled against each other's.
Dave started swinging Anne by the ass, back and forth, in and out, on his expanding cock.
"God, honey, fuckin' me like this, bangin' your prick in me while I swing back and forth. Wow!" Anne whispered.
"Looks good in the mirror," Dave said. Both, together, looked at themselves, then into each other's eyes, then down to where Dave's cock was getting stiffer and stiffer as he fucked in and out of Anne's pussy.
His cock slipped and slicked with a slurping sound into Anne's cunt.
She held on as he swung her wildly now. Anne felt the thrusts of his hard prick fucking into her luscious wet cunt, feel the heat of his burning cockstalk, felt the slippery, gooey slip and slide. She loved a prick in her pussy, loved the way Dave had her impaled on his cock. He was swinging her so effortlessly, so easily, fucking her like this for the first time.
He had his feet planted solid on the bathroom floor, and he manipulated Anne's ass, clutching the blossoming ass cheeks, thrusting her out, then back again.
Anne slid with the glide, humping her cunt to meet his cock. Her big tits bobbled and wobbled.
Dave checked her beauty in the mirror, her face, her hair in big rollers, her legs over his shoulders. He saw his cock fucking her cunt.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he rasped. "Get it," she purred. And he did. His cock spat a hot squirt of fuck cream into Anne's sucking cunt.
She felt a shudder simmer through her and she fucked fast.
Dave lost his balance and turned her around, then sat her down so her ass was on the edge of the sink.
He caught his hands on the sink by her thighs, got his balance and fucked his spewing prick harder and faster into her pussy.
Anne kept her legs over his shoulders, her arms stretched behind her, her hands on the edge of the sink bowl for her own balance.
Dave's cock poured thick streams and squirts of fuck cream into her cunt.
Anne felt the hot slush fill her up. She trembled and shook at the apex of her climax.
Dave huffed, puffed, pumped and humped his sweet wife. He fucked her gloriously.
"Oh, Anne!" he cried.
"Yeah, baby, yeah… I know," she panted. "I know… it's wonderful!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hank Henry, who lived across the street and down the block from Dave and Anne with his wife Crystal, had made a date to meet Dave to play some golf.
Dave knew Hank was going to show up at two on this Saturday afternoon. He talked it over with Anne, and they decided to present a surprise to Hank.
When Hank rang their bell, Dave was in the kitchen behind the door, peeking out of the small window in the door, and Anne waked through the living room. She had on a slinky white robe, sheer nylons, white high heels, and she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was piled up, and she had bangs set on her forehead. She wore white panties, white bra, and a black garter-belt.
She opened the door for Hank Henry, who surprised her by being with a friend.
"Hi," said Hank, "this is my friend Van. He's going with me and Dave to watch."
Hank had black hair and looked a lot like Clark Gable. Van had sandy-brown hair, a square face which was chiseled into a smooth handsomeness. Both men were lean and around six feet tall.
"Well, hello," Anne said, "Dave will be with you in a few minutes. He's running late. How 'bout letting me get you both a glass of iced tea. Just sit down on the couch."
The men sat down, and Anne went back into the kitchen.
"There's a friend," she said to Dave inside the kitchen. "Should we still do it?"
"Yeah, do it, honey," Dave whispered.
She fixed the iced teas. Anne noticed his cock was hard in his slacks. She reached out and grasped Dave's hard-on. She unzipped his fly and withdrew the stiff, throbbing cock.
"God, you're hot, huh?" she whispered. "Oh, yeah, baby… damn right." Anne bent over and licked her tongue over the bulging red head of Dave's prick, then stood back up and took the iced teas to the living room.
She placed them on the coffee table and let the white robe fall open to reveal her overflowing bra, her pussy-packed white panties, the shiny black garter-belt, and the sheer nylons.
Both men gawked at her beauty, at her luscious curves, at her beautiful face. They squirmed on the couch. Anne sat down between them.
She smiled.
There was silence. It was awkward. The men didn't know what to do.
Van had a hard-on.
Anne could see the man's prick spiking his tennis shorts.
Hank's cock was stiff as wood against his shorts too.
She reached out with bath hands and massaged their cocks. Her hands moved slowly and meticulously as her fingers probed their marble-hard pricks.
She unzipped their flies and withdrew their hard cockstalks. Van had a six-incher, but Hank Henry had a big one. Anne could only guess at the length, but she would have given odds that the cock was over twelve inches long. She gasped, ran her hand the length of Hank's prick. His cock was like a huge cucumber. She trembled at the sight and feel of the pulsing cock.
Dave stood in the kitchen peering out of the little window in the door. He grabbed his cock and started jacking off as he watched his wife playing with the men's cocks.
Anne's hands worked magic on the men.
Van's cock slicked out a crop of fuck cream that spilled out off the top of his prick, down over Anne's knuckles.
Anne saw the cum ooze out and trickle sweetly over her hand. She brought her other hand to her mouth and deposited a huge gob of spit and slicked it over the trembling-tall prick that belonged to Van.
Her robe was wide open. Hank looked greedily at her. But both men wondered when Dave would appear and what might happen when he did.
"You've got a really big prick here, Hank," Anne said. "How big?"
"It's twelve inches."
"Whew," Anne breathed hotly, sucking her spitty hand up and down the rigid stalk, feeling the hardness, the long beauty of this hot prick.
Dave kept jacking his prick in the kitchen as he watched Anne's action. He was so hot, so excited – he was shaking all over.
"Why don't you guys get up and take your clothes off? Let me see you naked," Anne suggested.
"What about Dave?" Van asked. "Let me worry about that," Anne said. The men stood up and stripped. Van had hair all over his chest, his belly, and big bushy masses around his prick. Hank was lean, hairless, but his cock stood out like a metal rod.
Anne stood up and fisted their cocks and stood before them. Hank reached out and rubbed her cunt through her panties. Van lifted her tits out of her bra and played with the big orbs.