David Crane: Hot peeping wife

He plunged in to the root again and blew his wad with such violence that she was almost lifted off his prick by the geyser of jism, almost shot up to the ceiling on that powerful jet. They fucked wildly together as he emptied his balls into her cunt, and she worked off the spasms of her orgasm in wave after creamy wave.

"Oh, my," she said, in awe of such sensation.

When he gently lifted her off his prick, his big cock stayed hard and stiff and upright.

They used the bed to fuck again.

On the other side of the wall, Marlene was kneeling down with her eye pressed to the lower spy hole, and Carl was standing behind her, leaning over her as he gazed through the upper hole. They were both panting so hard that the wall was vibrating. He reached down and opened his pants and hauled his cock out.

Marlene, realizing that his prick was bared at her back, hiked her juicy ass up and lifted her dress. She had changed out of her jumpsuit in anticipation of just such a situation. Now she arched her back and raised her flooded cunt.

Carl slipped his cock to her from the back. He began to pound his prick into her cunt so hard that a spray of cunt juice was forced out by his fat fucker, soaking his trousers and pouring down her thighs. They were concentrating so hard on what was happening in the adjoining room that this was almost a casual fuck, at first. But then the thrill began to build up as they lashed and humped wildly together, so that it seemed they were actually taking part in the scene they were witnessing.

Catherine was spread-eagled on the bed now, and William was throwing a missionary position fuck into her, his ass corkscrewing as he plowed in. Her legs were thrashing about, her feet kicking at the air behind his grinding ass. They both began to vibrate.

William shot his second wad into her cunt.

Catherine's pussy creamed with him.

On the other side of the wall, Carl blew a stream of his red-hot cum into Marlene's cunt, his haunches recoiling from the fury of that creamy explosion.

Four panting, trembling people paused.

Then they all fucked again.

Marlene and Carl were pleased that their daughter had gone out so that they could enjoy this spectacle without any danger of being interrupted. They thought that the innocent virgin had gone to the soda fountain. But it was not soda that was fountaining into Jeannie's eager mouth – nor would she be cherry for much longer!

Jeannie had adored it when Ronny's prick shot that great, foaming fountain of jism into her mouth, and she'd hungrily swallowed every drop and licked up the creamy nuggets that had run down onto his balls. Cock sucking was as wonderful as she had hoped it would be. No wonder her mother sucked cocks! She had hardly finished milking Ronny's prick than she was wondering who else she could blow.

It was as if her mouth had magically become a cunt – her lips becoming pussy labes, her tongue tingling like a clit. But now that she had finished the oral fuck, the girl became aware that her real cunt, too, was desperately in need of some attention. She was no longer hungry – but she was still horny.

She snuggled up to Ronny.

The boy was slumped against the couch, stunned by the extent of his climax, dazed by the pure pleasure of being sucked off. But although he'd poured that huge dose of cum down her gullet, his big prick was still standing rampant and had only softened slightly.

"Did you like that?" she asked, giggling.

He figured that she was fishing for a compliment – and that she deserved to be complimented, too.

"You sure are a good cock sucker," he said. "I never did it before, Ronny," she told him.

He wasn't sure if he believed that. Her mouth and tongue had been awfully skillful, not at all like a novice's. Still, he supposed she could be a talented amateur.

She kissed him.

He almost pulled away, thinking it was not manly to kiss a cock sucker, especially when she still had cum on her lips. But then he remembered that it was his own cum, and he guessed that that made it all right. As they kissed, she folded her fist around his prick and slowly stroked it back to a hammering hard on.

"I never been fucked, either," she whispered.

Ronny began to whimper when he heard that magic word.

Jeannie was licking his lips, panting into his mouth. Should she give him her cherry? Her cunt needed something, but maybe she should just settle for a hand job, or ask him to eat her out. But what was she saving her cherry for, anyhow? Someone was going to have it, and damned soon, and she figured that Ronny deserved it as much as anyone.

"I never been fucked either," Ronny told her.

She had guessed as much, but the admission made her feel bold and inspired. She said: "Think we ought to do it?"

"Yeah!" he said, with total conviction. Jeannie slid down and mouthed his cock head for a moment, nursing on it as if it were a fat nipple, getting it rock-hard and red-hot. She pulled her lips away, slurping. "Let's go into my bedroom," she suggested. "Let's fuck just like gown-ups do! In a bed."

Ronny nodded enthusiastically.

Then she looked thoughtful for a second and smiled mysteriously.

She said: "You go in first, and I'll join you in a few minutes, okay?"

Ronny was curious about her funny smile, but he was not about to argue with anything she suggested. He didn't want to risk changing her mood or her mind. He nodded again. She got up and took him by the hand, leading him down the hall and showing him the bedroom.

"You go in, and take all your clothes off. I'll come in soon."

Ronny went into the girl's bedroom. Jeannie, grinning again, nipped down the hallway and went into her parents' room. She had discovered why her mother was such a devout cock sucker, and now she wanted to see if there was any unique thrill in this voyeur stuff.

She moved to the two-way mirror.

Ronny was undressing, having some trouble getting his pants off because his stiff prick kept getting in the way. Jeannie watched with interest. It was a strange sort of thrill – watching someone like this, when he didn't know he was being observed. She hoped that she would get a chance to use those spy holes at the motel sometime.

Ronny managed to get his pants down past the cumbersome lever of his prick. Naked, he flopped down on the bed. He began to stroke his cock, slowly, not jacking away as if he wanted to make himself come, but just keeping his cock hard and hot while he waited for Jeannie to join him.

Jeannie found it a satisfying sight.

She took her own clothes off and cupped her cunt and fingered her nipples as she watched him. Cunt juice was flooding from her pussy. The stiff tips of her titties felt like little rockets all set to blast off. The delicious jism still tingled on her lips and tongue.

As pleasant as it was to watch Ronny stroke big his prick, she did not dare linger too long over the situation. She was afraid that her cunt was going to cream before she got it full of cock.

She gave her clit a last flicking caress.

Then she went back to her own room to get fucked.

Bonny gulped when he saw her come in, stark naked. He had been afraid to think it was really going to happen, that he was really going to get a piece of ass. But when she came in smiling, he saw that she was as eager as he was to get rid of her cherry.

He lay back, pushing his hips up so that she could see how big and hard his prick was. She curled onto the bed beside him and ducked down, giving his prick-knob a slow slurp. He began to feel her tits, then slipped a hand between her legs. But neither of them needed much in the way of foreplay. They were both more than ready to fuck.

Jeannie drew her lips away from his cock. Damp with slick saliva, his fucker steamed in the air.