Greg had heard it all before, through the thin walls of the trailers. But he had never seen it. If Ellie looked great in clothes, she was absolutely sensational naked. Her firm, full-blown young body was cover-girl perfect. The big man could feel his cock thumping inside his pants. Wanda had already gotten him excited. Now he was panting with urgent need.
He grabbed hold of Wanda and pushed her back in front of the peep-hole. "You watch and tell me what's going on," he instructed her. With fumbling hands, he pushed her skirt up over her hips. Then he pulled his cock from his fly. It was already rock hard and ready. He worked it between the firm swells of her ass-cheeks. With one long stroke, he rammed his turgid cock home.
"Uuuuuhh!" Wanda sighed. Though it was an effort, she tried to keep her voice down. If she could hear them on the other side, there was no reason why they wouldn't be able to hear her high-pitched squeals. She didn't want anything to interrupt their heated coupling. Nothing this exciting had happened on the other side of the peep-hole in a long time. She had never seen two more attractive young bodies, so tantalizing to watch in action.
"Uh, Christ, Greg!" she murmured. "Your friend is really hung. Looks like a good eight, nine inches he's shoving into her! Ooohh! His prick is all coated with her juices! She must really be wet!"
"Christ, so are you, honey! Old Hank's big cock must really be turning you on!" Delighted at the redhead's raunchy response to their voyeurism, Greg drove his cock hard up into her wet welcoming pussy. He established a fierce regular rhythm that brought his prick to a peak of tingling ecstasy. "Shit, it's good, baby! What are they doing now!"
"Now he's pulling her down to the end of the bed! And he's standing up! That swollen prick of his must really be getting her deep! She's screaming like she's going to bring the house down!"
Greg didn't need to be told that. He could hear her familiar screams from where he stood, reaming Wanda's pussy wide. Those were the same screams that had kept him up at night jacking off more than once since the Joneses had come to stay. He imagined her smooth shapely ass-cheeks flaring before the angry purple head of his friend's cock. As a new arrow of lust shot through his groin, he gripped Wanda's lush hips and pulled her back onto his own cock. "Mmmm, good pussy, Wanda!"
"Oh, Greg! Do it to me, baby! It really turns me on, watching that big hunk ramming his prick into her cunt!"
"What about her, Wanda?" Greg teased her lewdly. "You like to eat pussy too, don't you, baby?"
"Oh yeah, she's mighty sweet, Greg! Mighty sweet! I wouldn't mind a taste of that tight little blonde twat of hers, not at all!"
The redhead's obscene commentary was driving Greg wild. He could feel the pleasure-darts soaring unchecked through his passion-tensed body. They egged him on, trying to get him to blow his load deep into her steaming pussy. It was all he could do to resist their alluring call. Not yet. He wasn't going to be the first one to let go. Drunk as he was, he was determined to win a contest of stamina against his unsuspecting buddy in the next room.
While Wanda watched wide-eyed, Hank drove his cock again and again far into the clasping inferno of his wife's twat. For some reason, the evening had gotten him intensely excited. He had fallen on Ellie the minute they were alone. She had been surprised and delighted with his impressive hard-on. Hank felt a little uneasy with the knowledge that it wasn't entirely his beautiful young wife who had brought him to such a state of excitation. All evening he had been keeping a subtle eye on Greg's friend, the big-chested redhead. Greg had already let him know that she was for sale, which to Hank meant she was accessible.
Wanda had more class than any hooker he had ever known. She was also one of the most attractive women he had ever laid eyes on. Part of her attraction was her poise and self-confidence. She was the kind of woman who made men ache to touch her.
All this, Hank knew, his innocent wife was blissfully unaware of. She had been impressed by Wanda, but had interpreted the woman's mystique in quite another way, as the sophistication of someone she wanted to emulate. She knew nothing of Wanda's questionable occupation.
As Hank drove his cock forcefully again and again deep into Ellie's receptive pussy, he continued to imagine himself screwing the redhead. The ripe swaying ass-cheeks poised in front of him became those of another woman. Never in the six months of their marriage had Hank entertained such unfaithful fantasies. He was a little ashamed. But the naughty thoughts wouldn't let him alone.
"Oh God, Hank darling! Your cock feels so good in meee!" With lusty abandon, Ellie wriggled her buttocks back against her husband's loins. The alcohol coursing through her veins had made her lose hold of any vestige of inhibition remaining in her sensual young body. She seemed to be suffering from a bottomless hunger, that only good solid cock could appease.
For once, she was drunk enough that she did not bother to force thoughts of Greg Bantam out of her mind when they assailed her. The evening spent with the two older people, each so cool, so confident, had excited Ellie more than she realized. Greg had been particularly charming. Several times her pussy had flared with desire when he spoke to her. It was flaring now, opening to take her husband's turgid cock all the way to the hilt. But, in her mind's eye, she still saw Greg Bantam.
"Ooooohhh, Hank! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
Taking a firm hold on the untidy bedspread, she thrust her buttocks back against Hank's belly in long insistent lunges. Her husband was forced to dig his fingers more firmly into her smooth flesh, to hold her steady while he screwed her deep. "You're really a hungry little bitch tonight, aren't you, baby!"
The more aroused he became, the less important seemed the fantasies Hank had been entertaining of the voluptuous redhead. What mattered now was that his cock was buried deep in wet hot pussy, that searing jolts of pleasure were making him feel weak in the knees. He looked down at the writhing woman before him and saw his sexy blonde-headed wife. That was all he needed right now. His palpitating prick certainly couldn't ask for anything more. "Jee-zuz, Ellie! You're sensational!"
At last the flood was growing too powerful for the wanton blonde to resist. Hank's thick filling cock had expanded to become her whole reality. The tantalizing sensations that burst from her cunt were all the pleasure-pangs she had ever known rolled into one fiery blast. "Oooooohh, Hank! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
The young husband could hold on for just a few more strokes, until the waves of ecstasy assaulted him like a hurricane striking a lonely atoll. He went under. "Christ, baby! Here I cummmmm!"
On the other side of the wall, Wanda watched the young couple's tumultuous orgasm with greedy joy. "Oh God, Greg! They're cumming! It must really be good! They both look like they're dying and going to heaven!"
Greg could imagine the voluptuous young blonde writhing out the pain-pleasure of release as her victorious cries reached him. Feeling a new urgency seize hold of him, he fucked Wanda's hot twat in longer, deeper, harder strokes. Fucked the living daylights out of her until she too was trembling and moaning in orgasm.
"Uuuuuuhhhh… Christ, Greg!"
Then and only then, when he remained the only survivor, did Greg permit himself to let go. His climax was so intense it was almost painful. It felt like he was shooting the whole Pacific Ocean deep into Wanda's spasming belly. Then, slowly, contentment crept over him. He felt an over-whelming need for sleep. "Come on, baby. Let's hit the hay!" He didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He collapsed onto the bed with his sticky prick still hanging out of his fly. Like a well-fed baby, he slept.