Dave caught all the action, the spraying, spurting prick, Anne's dancing hand, the way the boy had slid a finger in Anne's pussy, the way his whole body trembled and shook as though he'd just come in from a freezing storm, which made his hand shake to give Anne a thrill too.
Suddenly Anne dipped and went down on Gary, her tongue sweeping over the bubbling, fizzing prick, and she sucked the plum-head into her soft, warm mouth.
"Ah," the boy gulped.
Anne's lovely head bobbed up and down. The boy gulped and gasped.
Dave took pictures of the magnificent scene, watching and filming his wife sucking the teenager's squishing cock.
Dave's prick was like a bar of iron in his pants. He put the camera down and quickly stripped out of all his clothes so he was naked. His huge, thick prick looked dangerous, and dripped a big string of cum from the cockhead that looked like a hunk of spaghetti hanging there.
He reloaded the camera and took, some more pictures of Anne sucking Gary.
She lifted off his cock.
"It's still hard. He came, and I got half his load, but he's still hard as a brick," she said.
"Have him take off all his clothes," Dave suggested.
Anne stood to let the boy disrobe. She looked marvelous in the black waist-cincher, the black bra with her huge tits over the top, her nylons, and white high heels.
The boy stripped.
Anne pulled him to her and kissed him, winding her arms around his neck, then taking one hand down his back and sliding it over his tight little ass.
"Have you, ever fucked before?" Anne whispered, breaking the hot kiss.
"No," Gary whispered back.
"Wanna fuck me?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am… can I?"
Anne pulled Gary to the floor. She lay back and spread her legs.
Dave took a picture.
She motioned for Gary to get over on top of her.
He did. He lowered his body to hers.
Anne grabbed his prick and guided his hot, throbbing, young cock to her pussy. She inserted the hard-on into her cunt.
"Now, fuck me," she said.
The boy fucked up and down clumsily, but fast and hard.
Dave took pictures. But he couldn't stand it any longer. He was so hot. He put the camera down and went and sat on the couch. He grabbed his prick and started jacking himself off.
"Fuck him, Anne," Dave panted.
Anne ground her hips, screwed her ass off the floor to meet Gary's wild strokes. The teenager was bumping up and down, slapping his body to Anne's, pounding his prick in and out of her cunt.
"God, he's fuckin' me good," Anne cried. "Feel good, honey," Dave yelped. "I'm gettin' it!" Anne cried again. "Yeah, cum!"
Anne felt the flush of hot fuck cream splatter out of Gary's prick into her cunt. The tingle of sweet satisfaction simmered through her.
Dave's cock erupted and sprayed out a huge load that arced through the air and splashed to the carpet next to the hot fuckers.
"I love you," Dave called to Anne.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anne and Dave had invited Karen and Rick to have dinner and drinks with them. Karen and Rick lived across the street.
Karen was twenty-three. Rick was thirty-four. She was a lovely blonde, her hair long, and she had a luscious young body. Rick was a six-footer, muscular, handsome, and looked a lot like Tom Selleck.
Karen wore a pair of tight jeans, faded blue, a tight red sweater, and the sweater was pushed out by a pair of hard, round, young tits.
Rick wore jeans and a T-shirt. Dave and Anne fixed drinks and they sat in the living room talking and drinking.
Karen looked like a cheerleader, so fresh, smooth skin, beautiful, with a slightly turned up nose, a real California look.
After dinner, Anne suggested they dance or go to a club. They had all had a bit too much to drink. She put on an album with some ballads on it, and asked Rick to dance.
The muscular, handsome neighbor took her into his arms and they moved together. Anne felt the press of his body to hers. She moved lightly against him, her hips rolling teasingly. She felt the surge of his cock in response.
She was amazed that his prick kept rising, and she had never felt a cock as big. His prick thumped against his slacks, against her.
She rolled her hips harder at the bristling prick.
Rick responded by puffing her closer, his hands roaming her back, slightly dipping to the curve of her ass.
"My, my," Anne whispered, looking up at him.
His face was serious, impassioned. She reached between them and clasped her hand around his hard-on.
"God," she huffed. "It's so long." He plunged his hand into the soft luxury of her fine ass. Anne squeezed on the thumping cock. His prick felt ready to jump out of his slacks.
She unzipped his fly, stuck her hand inside and withdrew the hard cock.
"Whew," she whispered, "it's huge!" She backed off and baked down between them to see a big, long prick wobbling and throbbing.
She fisted the stalk of his prick and they continued dancing. She danced him to the couch and pushed him down. He sat down, his cock sticking up like a hard pipe.
"Rick! What are you doing?" Karen cried, breaking away from Dave.
"He's showing me his big cock," Anne said, falling to her knees between his legs, grasping the big prick, licking her tongue over the huge red cockhead.
"Rick… she's…"
Dave came up and stood beside her. "Sucking and licking his prick," he said, finishing Karen's sentence.
His hand went behind the young wife, and he fanned his fingers over her hard, firm ass, flicking his middle finger up and down the crease of her ass.
"Ah, oh, baby," Rick panted as Anne dipped down and sealed her lips around his cock.
Dave knelt in front of Karen, clutched behind her back and grabbed her ass, then muffed his face to the crotch of her jeans. He licked at the jeans, sucked, bit. Karen looked down to see his lapping tongue slap her, then looked back and watched as Anne bobbed up and down, her ripe, red lips gliding on her husband's splendid erection.
"Oh, I mean… we shouldn't do this," Karen whimpered.
Rick looked her in the eyes, a long, lewd look, as he had his cock sucked.
"Karen, she's givin' me a blow-job," he whispered.
Dave had Karen's jeans down on her thighs now, revealing ice-blue panties. He stuck his tongue into the crotch of the panties and lapped like a hungry cow.
"Oh, oh, oh," Karen murmured.
Anne couldn't believe the length of the cock, the hardness, all ten inches. She held the stiff prick at the base and sucked the top half. She felt the throb and fucking pulse.
She finally stood up. She lifted her skirt and slipped her panties off, then hoisted the skirt high on her hips and straddled Rick, reaching down and gasping his cock, guiding the bubbling head to her aching pussy.
Dave peeled Karen's blue panties down on her thighs around the jeans and pushed his face into her marvelous blonde pussy. His tongue slicked up and down her eager, quivering cunt-slit.
"Ah, oh… Rick, he's… he's licking me."
"I know, honey, I see him."
"He's eatin' my pussy!"
"I can see him do it."
"She's fuckin' you, Rick. You got your prick in her pussy."
"Uh-huh. She's on top of me, fuckin' me."
And Anne was. She took half of his huge prick into her pussy and began a slow screwing of her hips and ass, round and round on top of him.
Karen could see the way Rick's cock slid in and out of Anne's cunt, watched her ass whirl and swirl, then looked down and saw Dave gulp, suck her pussy into his mouth.
"We've never done this before," Karen whimpered. "Oh, Rick, he's slurpin' on my pussy."
"Feel good, darling?"
"Yeah, yeah, he knows how to do it, he really knows how to suck cunt!" Karen cried.
Karen tossed her pretty, blonde head back, shook it from side to side, then looked down again at Dave. She watched his thick, wide tongue flap against her hot pussy.