Brian Laver - Peeping wife

Ann shifted her eyes to Phil and Betty, who were still going strong. Phil had risen up as he fucked her, and was looking at his prick as it slid in and out of the small girl's pussy. He could see the thick shaft holding her inner lips stretched wide. From her vantage point, Ann was missing the finer points of the action, but the sight of Phil and Betty chugging their crotches together was enough to drive her into a fit of wild wantonness.

Ann felt her orgasm burst like a Roman candle.

She kept her fingers plunging until she couldn't stand it any longer. As she pulled her hand from her pants, she heard Phil grunting and Betty whine in their climaxes. Phil let his body go limp and rested on Betty, who gave an occasional twitch as the coals of her orgasm cooled.

Now the two couples and the voyeur at the window were washed out with limp bodies and pounding hearts. Ann thought about creeping away, but she felt too trembly and decided to stay where she was until she pulled herself together. When she saw what happened next, she realized that if she'd left she would have missed the best part.

Before long, Betty got out from under Phil and crawled on her hands and knees to the couch where Ted and Sarah were lying. She grabbed one of Sarah's legs and pulled it from the tangle of Sarah's and Ted's bodies. Sarah let herself be dragged into a position where her legs were hanging over the seat of the couch while her body slouched on it.

Ann's head was spinning with the realization of what was going to happen. As Betty leaned into the space between Sarah's thighs, Ann held her breath in passion-frozen suspense. She knew that Sarah's cunt would be full of Ted's gism, and she could see that Betty was going to tap that juicy reservoir.

Ted sat up and looked at the action that was beginning beside him. Phil came over, too, and sat on the other side of his wife to watch. Ann wished that she had a better seat, but the show was going to be a knockout anyhow.

Betty had moved her head slowly into the vee of Sarah's crotch, and Sarah had slid down a bit farther so her loaded twat would be available to the young girl's sucking mouth. Ann could see Betty's head moving in a nodding motion as she sent her tongue up the parted and dripping snatch. The thought of slurping gism from the vessel of a hot cunt almost made Ann faint, but she held onto the windowsill and stared in disbelief at the spectacle.

Ted and Phil each grabbed one of Sarah's thighs and pulled them open so they could get a good look at Betty's mouth working in Sarah's cunt. If Ann had their vantage point, she would have seen Betty's tongue reaching into the hairy lips of that pussy. The shimmer of gism mixed with cunt squeezings could be seen sliding along Betty's tongue.

Ann's mouth was watering as she imagined what that sexy elixir must taste like. She would love to have been drinking at that well, and swore to herself that she would try it soon. But just watching wasn't bad either. She'd been as limp as a dish rag a few minutes earlier from her orgasm, but now her body was all keyed up again and she was eager to get hr hands back into her pants.

Betty kept her face at the drooling pussy for a few minutes, by the time Ann had her hand on her cunt again, she saw the little pervert crawling out from her position between Sarah's legs. She crawled up over Sarah's body and reached the girl's face with her own. Their mouths came together and Betty shared her treasure of a mouthful of gism with the woman whose cunt she'd gotten it from.

They kissed and ground their faces together with the thick, slippery fluid overflowing their open mouths. When they moved their heads apart, Ann saw their faces shining with the smeared cream.

Then Sarah pushed Betty off her and into a standing position. She slid down to the floor between Betty's legs, and pressed her mouth to Betty's pussy. The guys remained on the couch, watching and relaxing with their pricks standing in their laps.

Sarah's mouth was directly below Betty's cunt, and Ann knew that Phil's gism must be running out of it and tight down Sarah's throat. When the cunt was empty of cum, Sarah filled it with her tongue. Betty stood trembling as the older woman squatted between her legs.

Once again, Ann was rubbing herself into ecstasy outside the window. Voyeurism seemed like a slight aberration compared to what was going on in the room she was peeking into. The thought of going to the door and knocking, telling the Apples that she'd been out for a walk and had fallen in the mud, occurred to her. She was sure she could get herself invited into the games, but she decided not to. She would play it cool, and get invited into their group another way. Besides, she didn't want to give up the pleasure of just watching.

The sight of Betty's gorgeous body standing in the middle of the room with Sarah on the floor eating her was truly monumental. The small chick stood still, her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling with her steady breathing, her legs spread. But as Sarah's head kept moving with the vigorous task of eating the cunt on her face, Betty's body began to sway and rock.

Ann watched with saucer-eyes as the chick's tits began to shake with the ever-increasing quakes of her body. Betty's face began to tighten into a lustful expression, and she steadied herself by holding onto Sarah's shoulders. Ann could see it was getting more difficult for her to stand there with that tongue wiggling around up her cunt, but she must have known what a fabulous sight it was for the guys.

As she neared her orgasm, Betty's body went through a series of wanton movements that showed every bit of the ecstasy she was feeling. She leaned over, curling her body in passion, but forced herself erect again. Her hips were bucking, but she kept her feet firmly planted on the floor and held her cunt within the range of Sarah's snaking tongue. Her head was thrown back and from side to side, sending her long hair flying around.

As Sarah held on to the chick's thighs and kept her face in her cunt, Betty began to wail with desperation. The sound went right through Ann, and made her rub her clit with all her might. Before Betty stopped wailing, Ann was in a fit of climactic passion. She saw Betty crumble and fall to the floor like a fainting victim. Ann had her climax and gasped in exhaustion as she clung to the windowsill in an effort to remain on her feet.

The guys lowered themselves to the floor and stretched out Betty's crumpled body. Her tits were heaving with her rapid, deep breaths, but aside from that she looked dead. Ted crouched between her legs and lifted her hips to the tip of his hard prick. Sarah and Phil helped him impale the limp girl on his cock, and they held her while he pumped.

Ted kept his prick sliding for a while before Ann noticed his face showing the stress of ecstasy. Ann wondered if Betty could feel the prick in her; she wasn't showing any signs of it. Phil grabbed one of the girl's wobbling tits and his wife grabbed the other. Sarah put her other hand on her mound and made her middle finger disappear.

Ted came with grunts and groans, and relinquished his position to Phil. Sarah kept fingering herself and holding one of Betty's tits. Phil and Sarah came at about the same time. Then they were all content to lie on the floor as the fire in the fireplace kept them warm in their nakedness.

Ann had had enough, and she was getting chilly, what with her wet feet and mud-caked body. As long as there was a nude body in sight she'd be excited, but after what she'd seen it wasn't enough to hold her. She backed away from the house until she was hidden in the brush. The trip back across the field didn't appeal to her, and she thought of walking back along the road, but decided against it. If anyone saw her the news would be all over ton. She didn't feel like having everyone know that she had been walking down the road late at night, covered with mud.