She pumped up and down, pulling the slick-as-marble skin, making Dave's cockhead look big, red, hard like an apple.
She leaned over in the front seat and licked her tongue over the head of his prick. She swished her soft, wet, tongue all around, wiggling wildly, flapping her wonderful tongue at the tip of his cock.
"Baby," he whimpered.
She bobbed back up, slid over in the seat and sat next to him as Dave drove down the concrete canyons of the city toward the restaurant.
"Have you seen that young girl who lives next door to us out at the lake?" Anne asked softly.
"Uh-huh."
"She's a good lookin' little piece, isn't she?"
"Yes."
"Bet you'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you, honey?" Anne teased.
"Only if you wanted me to fuck her, Anne."
"Bet you'd like to stick your hand up her short, little skirt and feel her pussy."
"Oh, baby," Dave panted as Anne's hand jism-jammed his stiff prick.
"I'll bet you'd like that, Dave. I'll bet she's pretty young too. So young. Bet she'd go wild over a big, hard cock like this."
"Oh, Anne!"
"Wanna fuck her, don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah," he gulped.
Anne's hand danced faster on his stiff prick. Dave trembled as he drove, his hands shaking on the steering wheel.
"You said you wanted to see me fuck… I'd like to see you fuck this prick into that young pussy, really give her a hard fucking."
"Darling, Anne, honey!"
Her hand was a blur. Faster… faster… she jacked and whacked his prick.
"Yeah, I'd like seeing that," Anne whispered, and now she had her hand jacking so fast on Dave's cock that he was utterly amazed at the speed. He loved the marvelous feeling she gave him.
"Oh, jack my hard cock, Anne!" he whimpered.
"That's just what I'm doing. I'm givin' you the best hand-job you'll ever have," Anne said.
"Ooof, wow… mmmmmmmm!" Dave panted, and then it happened.
Anne felt the cockstalk bulge, pulsate, throb, and the big prick shot off a spray of cream. A high arching load splashed all over the speedometer, the steering wheel, the dash.
Anne's hand danced him into the far corners of delicious delight.
"Yeah, yeah, Anne… jack me off, fuck my cock with your fist… baby… keep it up! I'm cummin'!"
"Shoot off! Yeah, shoot off again!" Anne cried loudly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anne fixed drinks and waited for Dave to arrive home from work. She had been out shopping, and she looked lovely in a short white skirt, summer linen, a pink blouse, white high heels, and sheer nylons.
Dave came through the front door and walked into the kitchen. He came up behind Anne and kissed her neck.
"I've got a surprise for you, darling," he whispered.
She turned around. "What's that?"
"Peek in the living, room." Anne walked to the kitchen door, opened it a crack, and looked in the other room.
"Who's that?" she asked softly.
"Gary Peterson, he's the boy who lives down the block. We haven't met his parents yet."
"God, he's young," Anne said, peeking in again at the boy, then looking at Dave with a smile. "You want me to fuck him, huh?" she whispered. "While you watch?"
"Yeah, and take pictures. I bought a brand-new Polaroid. It's out on the table. I wanna take some pictures of you alone first, though, okay?"
Dave took his drink in the other room and Anne went with him. Gary sat on the couch. He was lean, almost six feet, had a square-cut, tight skin face, was very handsome, and he wore jeans and a button-down shirt. His hair was cut short and had been bleached blond by the sun.
"This is Anne," Dave said.
The boy stood up. "Hello, ma'am." Anne smiled and said hello. Dave picked up the new Polaroid and loaded it. "I told you I wanted you to help me take some pictures."
"Yes, sir," the boy said.
"Well, first, I don't need any help. You can just watch… then you can help me."
The boy sat down and said, "Yes, sir."
Anne sat down on the other end of the couch away from the boy. Dave focused the camera and shot a picture of her looking ravishingly beautiful in her skirt and tit-bulging blouse, her sheer nylons, and white heels.
Then Anne slid to the edge of the couch and hiked her skirt over the tops of the nylons, showing off shiny black garter-straps. Dave took a picture.
Gary watched, surprised by the action.
Anne pulled her skirt up farther and revealed a pretty pair of pink panties that were shaded at the crotch by her rich, thick, carpet of cunt curls.
Dave took another picture.
Anne unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it open to reveal a black bra. She reached into the big C-cups and popped her tits out over the top of the bra so they sat there like two delicious oysters on the half-shell.
Dave clicked a picture.
Gary watched, trembling. His cock snapped to attention as he looked at the sexy, older lady, so beautiful, so voluptuous.
Anne rubbed her hand over the muff-mound of her pussy-packed pink panties as Dave flashed another photo.
Then she pulled her skirt high on her waist and slid her panties down to her knees so they were a tight roll there. Her brown pussy was bared to the boy and her husband. They both gawked and shuddered with delight.
Dave took a series of photos of her in various sexy positions, her legs spread, her panties down on her ankles, and then finally off. Anne took the pinkies and dangled them sexily from one hand.
She spread her legs wide, slid way down on the edge of the couch, her white skirt up, her blouse open, her pussy a jewel.
Gary's cock spiked his jeans.
Dave's cock squirted in his slacks.
Anne stood up and took her skirt and blouse off and revealed herself in a black waist-cincher, black bra, nylons, garters, and white heels. Her pussy was exposed.
Dave reloaded the camera and went back to work shooting pictures. Anne stood with her hands on her hips, rubbed her pussy, played with her tits, and drove the man and boy wild.
Then she sat down beside Gary, looked deep into the boy's eyes as her hand fell to his lap. She felt his hard teenage cock. She palmed the length of the shaft.
She leaned in and kissed the lad, plunged her tongue into his mouth and flapped it around as her hand played on his pulsing cock through his jeans.
She broke the kiss, took Gary's hands and placed them on her tits.
"Like those?" She smiled seductively, teasingly.
"Yes, ma'am… they're… they're big." Dave flashed off more pictures. Anne took one of his hands and placed it between her legs, moved it at the wrist, took his fingers against her pussy.
"Ever felt a cunt before?" she whispered. The boy took his head to indicate he hadn't. Anne unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. The teenager had a hard six-incher, just as hard as brick. Anne fisted the cockstalk, squeezed, felt the heat and throb of his erection in her soft hand.
Gary rubbed her pussy.
She squeezed again on his prick and it erupted.
"Oh, my God!" Anne gasped.
"He's gettin' it… he's cummin'!" Dave exclaimed.
Dave was busy taking pictures of the sweet scene on the couch.
"I just touched his prick and it's shootin' off," Anne said with amazement and delight in her voice.
Gary's prick sprayed a seething, bubbling splash of hot cum-cream. A frothing deluge that shot upward in a high arch and spilled to the carpet in front of the couch. Anne watched him cum, then squeezed harder on his teen prick and pumped her hand. Another huge load pissed out and showered the carpet.
Gary stiffened, gasped loudly and moaned. "Ah, ah, ooooo, oh, ma'am, ma'am!"
"Come on, boy… cum for me like this," Anne teased, her hand jacking the boy's cock.
"Oh, ma'am… it feels…"
"Good, doesn't it, Gary? Feels so good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, yes, yes… ooooh!" the boy panted.