Brian Laver: Peeping wife

Creeping carefully a little closer, Ann found a tree with some low branches that would make it easy to climb. As silently as she could possibly move, she climbed up the tree until she could see the boys pretty well. They were still sitting where she'd left them.

"… the way her tits were heaving and her legs were spread almost made me cream my jeans," the boy who had remained on shore was saying.

"Yeah, as soon as I realized she was going to live I wanted to jump her," her rescuer said. "Too bad she wouldn't let me give her a little more mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

"I would have liked to give her cunt mouth-to-mouth," the other boy said.

Then the boy with is clothes on pointed to his friend's crotch and laughed. Ann looked closely and saw that his hard cock was peeking out of his wet shorts. The boy laughed too, and pulled his cock out the rest of the way.

It was a beauty, Ann noticed, and she hoped he was going to do something with it.

"It'll probably be hard for months now," the boy said.

"I, uh, think I'll take a piss," the clothed boy said, and walked toward where Ann was hiding in the tree.

She froze in fear of being caught spying, but the kid didn't get that close. He stopped near a clump of bushes on the other side of the thick trunk of the tree Ann was in. She could peek around and see him, though, and she could still see the boy at the water's edge.

The dressed boy pulled out his prick, but Ann could see he wasn't going to piss. His prong was stiff and hard. He wrapped his fist around it. Ann was thrilled that her plan was going to work perfectly. The boy in the wet shorts moved from where he was and went behind a bush so his friend wouldn't find him when he returned. He pulled off the wet shorts and stood naked with his prick thrust out. When he grabbed his cock, Ann had a good view of two jerking-off teenagers.

The boy closer to her was pumping with a steady rhythm, and looked strange with all his clothes on, but Ann could see the pink head of his cock as he jerked it.

The naked body offered a better sight for Ann's perverted needs. He was standing with his hips forward and his back curved. Ann could see his balls swinging at the base of his cock as he moved the fore skin back and forth over the bone.

Once again, Ann was gasping for breath, but this time it was due to lust rather than suffocation. The boy made such a perfectly erotic picture that Ann wished she had taken her pants off before she'd climbed the tree. She leaned her crotch against the free trunk and moved her hips slowly back and forth, but any real pussy-play would have to wait.

The boy nearer her was breathing loudly enough for her to hear, and the sound was making her wish she had a finger up her cunt. His hand was moving faster and faster, and Ann didn't want to miss seeing the gism jump, but she wanted to keep her eye on the other bid, too.

The naked one was putting on a good show. His hips had begun to pump in opposition to his fist and his head was thrown back. He was pumping slower than his friend, so Ann shifted her gaze back to the boy nearer her. He seemed to be in a hurry. His whole body shook and Ann heard him groan.

When the white gobs of gism began flying, Ann almost fell out of the tree with longing. But she held on and round her crotch on the trunk. The boy stopped pumping when he ran out of ammo, wiped the tip of his prick on a leaf and put his cock back in his pants.

Now the other boy was speeding up. He used a much more violent stroke than his friend and was more fun to watch. His legs trembled and his whole body shook. As he neared his climax, his buddy came back to where they had been and found his friend missing.

Then he walked to where his buddy was still jerking off. Now the naked kid had two onlookers. Ann saw him shoot, his gism landing on a rock where it glimmered in the sun. His hand kept pumping for a while even when the gism stopped coming. Then he bent down and picked up his wet underpants. After wringing them out, he wiped his prick on the wet cotton. His friend discreetly retreated.

The boy who had saved her joined his friend and got dressed, leaving the wet shorts off. The boys seemed to be avoiding each other's eyes, Ann noticed, and thought that it was too bad they seemed ashamed of having jerked off. But Ann felt good to know that both guys must have had her body in mind while they'd stroked their joints.

"Let's go around to the other side," one of them said. "Maybe there'll be another chick who needs saving."

Ann stayed where she was in the tree until the boys were out of sight. Then she scrambled down and fastened her pants. She stuck her hand down in her undies over her cunt and squeezed. The sight of those kids jerking off had made her almost as dizzy as she had been when they pulled her out of the water.

Then she had a kinky idea. She went to when the boy had stood near the bush and looked for his spewings. There, on the branches of the bush, hung his gism in stringy splendor. Ann reached out and lifted the still-warm slime. The feeling of that precious fluid on her fingers thrilled her and made her cunt cry out for the stuff.

She stripped her pants off and brought the cum-smeared fingers to her cunt. Crouching to spread the lips, she smeared the slippery stuff in her pink crack. It made a perfect lubricant to rub her clit with. Then, as she felt desperate lust take control, she walked to where the other kid had left his cream. She walked in a sort of waddle because she didn't stop rubbing her twat with the gism-covered hand.

She didn't have any trouble finding that second reservoir of sperm. It shone like pearls on the rock where the boy had stood jerking off. Ann looked down at the beads of juice and kept rubbing her cunt.

Her mouth watered as she wondered what would be the best way to enjoy that syrup. Watching the boys jerk off, then rubbing one of their loads into her twat, had made Ann a wild bitch in search of more thrills. She was already shaking with the passion that had resulted from those events, and her mind was geared to kinky pleasures.

So, keeping her gism-soaked hand busily massaging her twat, she got down on her knees and bent over. She brought her face down to the white treasure on the rock and stuck out her tongue. She could picture herself there in the weird position, and as she did she got even more excited.

Her tongue dipped into the largest glob of spilled cum, and the flavor immediately gave her a taste of perverted joy. She stirred the thick stuff with the tip of her tongue, thinning it with her saliva. Her slippery fingers were wiggling around in her cunt with frenzied activity as she pursed her lips around the puddle and sucked it into her mouth.

Then she sucked all the smaller gobs up too, until she had a mouthful of gism. The sun had kept it warm and it could have been pumped directly into her mouth from an exploding fuck judging by the feel of the mess on her tongue.

When Ann lifted her head there were little wet spots of gism around her mouth, but she had managed to get most of it into her mouth, where she rolled it around and strained it through her teeth.

Her lust was building to the point where she wasn't aware of anything but the intense rapture filling her. Pure pleasure radiated through her from the vibrating clit to her reeling brain as the gism in her mouth and in her pussy helped launch her into orbit.

Her orgasm burst in her. She opened her mouth to moan, letting some of the gism she'd been eating run down her chin. Then she swallowed the remainder. Finally, she toppled over and lay on the rocks, jerking in spasms of sexual insanity.

When Ann pulled herself together, she washed her cunt and hands in the lake and picked up where she'd left off. She spread out in the sun and relaxed. After an orgasm she was always able to take a nap, so she did. When she woke, she began wrestling with the problem of getting Tom interested in going to the Apples' orgy.