David Crane - Hot peeping wife

The naughty teenager began to fuck the rubber cock in and out of her cunt again, squirming and writhing with pleasure as the fat prick filled her cunt so full.

Carl watched, panting.

The dildo came out slippery with cunt juice, then vanished, squishing, up her juicy cunt. What a sight!

But where was the other girl?

He listened, but he couldn't hear the shower running.

There's only one answer, he thought. The tall, dark girl must have left during the night. Now this blonde – identifiable by her light cunt bush – was all alone and still horny. He did notice that her cunt hair was not quite the same color as it had been the night before, but he merely assumed that was because the curly thicket was so soaking with cunt juice that it had changed its shade.

Why should he think otherwise?

And why should a girl want a rubber prick when she could have the real thing – hot and stiff and full of jism?

He knew she must be a very kinky girl, for why else would she be wearing a pillowcase over her head?

Carl figured he was going to get lucky.

He took a last look through the spy hole, then slipped from the room and went next door. He tried the door. It was open.

He entered the room with great expectations.

Oh, golly, thought Jeannie, when she head her father come in.

She hadn't figured on this.

But what could she do? She couldn't whip the pillowcase off and reveal her identity. Yet, if she kept it on, he was going to try to fuck her. It was a terrible dilemma for a girl to face.

If she let him fuck her, it would be incest! Incest was terribly naughty and it was all the more exciting, because it was so wicked.

Under the safety of the pillowcase, she grinned.

Marlene had just came into the courtyard when she saw her husband emerge from the motel room and go next door. She hesitated, frowning. Carl slipped into the room and closed the door.

Why, that dirty bastard! thought Marlene. He must have sneaked in there to see if he can fuck those women!

But then her frown smoothed out, and she grinned.

Just as I had planned to, she thought.

And how could she be angry at him for doing the same thing that she wanted to do? Marlene hurried across the courtyard and slipped into the room next to the one in which her husband had just disappeared. She moved to the spy hole.

Marlene was not a jealous woman.

But she could sometimes be envious.

And when she saw what was happening in the next roam, she got very envious indeed.

Carl stood just inside the door.

The girl on the bed had a pillowcase over her head and a big rubber prick stuck up her cunt.

"Uh, can I be of service?" Carl asked.

The girl raised the edge of the pillowcase slightly so that she could peer out, but her face was still hidden in the shadows. Marlene wandered why she was masking herself that way. Then she decided that she must be a basically shy girl who, ashamed to be giving herself a dildo fuck, had wanted to bury her head like an ostrich. Or else she had somehow guessed that a man might make himself available and, being a lesbian, was ashamed of that situation.

Marlene figured that was likely. Masked, a lesbian might well fuck a man, as long as she didn't have to look at him – might pretend he was a self-propelled dildo, perhaps, or a woman wearing one of those rubber cocks. She knew nothing about lesbians, but she knew what she liked! Grinning lewdly, she opened her robe and cupped a hand over her burning cunt and settled down to watch.

The masked girl did not speak.

"I noticed that you were… lonely," said Carl. "I mean – I noticed that your friend had left you alone. I've got a real cock here, if you're interested."

The girl still did not speak, but he took that as a promising sign. She had made no protest.

Carl opened his fly and hauled his big cock out.

He thrust his hips towards the bed, putting that towering hunk of cock meat on display.

The girl's eyes gleamed from the masking shadows.

She slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her cunt and tossed it to the side. Vacated, her cunt bubbled and a stream of pussy nectar poured down her crotch.

Standing where he was, Carl whipped his clothing off.

He advanced on the bed, prick first, his big cock before him like the figurehead of a ship. The girl drew her knees up slightly and spread her thighs farther apart.

It's funny that she hasn't said a word, he thought, but it doesn't matter. It won't be possible to kiss her, either, with her head in a pillowcase – but that doesn't matter, either. With a hot, wet cunt all ready for my cock, what do I care about kissing?

He knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly shuffled up into position over her loins.

Has she ever been fucked by a man before? He wondered.

He hoped not. Maybe he could be the man who showed her the error of her way and saved her from a life of lesbianism!

She was clutching the pillowcase around her chin firmly now. He knew she must be a very shy and innocent girl, to be so concerned about hiding her face at a moment like this. He found it touching and endearing and stimulating, as well.

He fitted the big, blunt tip of his cock into her juicy cunt and moved it up and down, massaging her pussy entrance. The girl began to whimper and whine, and her hips jerked from side to side. Maybe she had never had cock before but she sure was eager to get it!

Carl began to push his prick into her cunt an inch at a time, feeding it in gradually and appreciating every inch.

He ran his whole prick in, burying his prick to the hilt, his big, hairy balls jammng against her crotch. His body was angled up, his weight taken on hands and knees, so that they were touching only at the vital point where his cock skewered her cunt.

She began moving first.

Her lithe loins humped and pumped, working her slippery, steaming cunt around on his cock. After a moment, Carl began grinding his prick in to her with log, rippling strokes. Her pussy was a lot tighter than his wife's, he calculated, but every bit as talented. Her soft cunt tunnel had molded itself to the contours of his cock, clinging to every inch of his prick shaft and knob.

They fucked together in frantic need.

Carl felt his balls swell as his hot load of cum prepared to propel itself into her cunt.

He heard the door open.

Missing a stroke in his confusion, he looked behind him and saw his wife enter the room. The girl lifted the edge of the pillowcase mad gave a little, muffled gasp.

Marlene advanced upon the bed.

But, Carl noticed she did not look unhappy. He gave her a sheepish grin, and she winked at him. After all, she had sucked off the carpenter. Why should she resent it if Carl gave a fuck to a guest?

Resentment was not at all what Marlene felt.

Marlene slipped out of her robe.

Carl was still pumping his cock into the girl, but his fuck-strokes had become faltering now, in his uncertainty.

"Oh, don't stop," said Marlene, kneeling beside the bed and leaning close so that she could get a good look at the fuck. Her face was contorted by lust, a mask as true as a pillowcase, in its way. She was leaning right in, her chin resting on the bed, as she watched the fat cock vanish up the girl's hairy cunt, then draw back out, covered with thick, creamy cunt juice.

"Shoot in her cunt, Carl," Marlene whispered, her voice husky with passion. "I want to see you come in her – and then I want to do something else, while you watch me."

Carl groaned, and the mystery girl whimpered.

He began to plow in steadily again, getting back into the fucking rhythm that was going to empty his balls.

"Come – come in her!" Marlene moaned.

The girl squealed, wanting that foaming load.

Carl blew his jism into her cunt in series of creamy spurts, feeling her cunt melt around his cock. Marlene was lapping her lips in ecstasy as she watched her husband empty his cock and balls to the dregs.