David Crane: Peeping family

Bonny slid from his lap. Standing before him, she tugged the panties down. She held her skirt up and pushed her belly out towards Charles. Her crotch was framed in the garter belt. She had the bushiest cunt that Amanda had ever seen. Her pubic hair was blonde and curly like a wild pelt covering her pussy mound. The big hairy wedge extended almost to her hipbones at the edges and a line of curly blonde hair ran up to her navel. She parted her thighs. Her cunt was wide open and sopping wet, running like a river through a sunlit forest.

Charles began to rub and pet her pussy.

She swayed before him, working her crotch around on his hand.

They were both panting now. Bonny gurgled with passion. She pushed her belly out farther.

Charles leaned in and ran his tongue up her flooded pussy gash. He lapped at her clit. Cunt juice ran in creamy ribbons down the smooth insides of her thighs. He lapped and licked for a while, then drew back, his mouth slippery with her cunt nectar.

Bonny removed her dress.

It was obvious to Amanda that they had done this before.

Naked but for her silk stockings and garter belt, Bonny knelt before him and began to open his pants. His prick jumped out, hard as a rock, the knob steaming. She drew his pants down and over his feet. She took his shoes off. Her plump tits bobbed and swayed over him, the nipples brushing against the head of his cock. The tip of his prick was already weeping; it laid a trickle of jism on her tits.

The maid took his cock in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat. Even with both of her fists folded around his cocklance, a few inches jutted out free. Bonny began to lave his prick-knob with her tongue, then took it into her mouth and sucked adoringly on the meaty wedge. A thick trickle of cum ran onto her tastebuds and she purred.

After a few moments, Bonny drew her lips away and crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees.

Charles turned and knelt behind her.

He fitted the head of his prick to her pussy slot, moving it around, churning the creamy slit.

"Ummm," she sighed.

She arched her back, lowering her face to the bed so that her juicy ass was at the apex of her position. Her thighs were spread. Her loins vibrated within her garter belt. A dreamy smile curled her lips and her eyes narrowed, cat-like, contented.

Charles fed his cock into her pussy from behind.

Holding her by the hips, he began to plow in. His bloated balls slapped against her belly and his belly slapped onto her ass. Bonny ground her pelvis against him, pushing back as he slammed in, swirling as he withdrew. Her ass danced from side to side and her hips worked like soft pistons. Her hairy cunt flew about as if she were using it to dust his belly and thighs, and her fuck-hole sucked and dragged on his prick as it raged in.

Reaching back between her thighs, she got a handful of swollen balls, pulling his prick into her cunt even deeper.

Charles began to groan.

His ass was fairly flying in and out. He was plowing his hot cockhead to her in a frenzy. Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as he plunged in, filling her cunt to the brim. He threw his head and shoulders back. His face was savage with passion.

Growling and moaning, he poured his cum into her clasping cunt.

The hot juice acted like a catalyst in her loins. The moment she felt it squirt up her, her pussy melted in a wild climax, her cunt juice pouring out as abundantly as his cum. They thrashed together in animal lust, milking each other to the dregs.

Charles stopped moving, drained.

Bonny's hips twitched as she milked out the last spasm of her juicy orgasm on his prick. Her face was on the pillow. She was smiling with rapture. Charles pulled his cock out and her cunt flooded with their combined nectar. His prick swayed up and down. Coated with cunt juice, it glistened.

Amanda was so fascinated by the sight that she had even forgotten to finger-fuck herself!

Behind the secret looking glass, the girl sat cross-legged on the mattress, staring into the bedroom in wonderment and awe. Her pussy was steaming but she ignored it, so intrigued was she by the visual thrill.

She hoped they would do it again.

She didn't want to come yet, herself. She wanted to watch them fuck again, to save her own climax for later, as she remembered what she had seen. But her pussy was so hot that it was threatening to cream all on its own, untouched.

Then the bedroom door opened.

Laura stood there, staring at the naked couple on the bed.

Amanda was horrified.

What would happen now? Would this mean a divorce? Was she to become the product of a broken home? She stared at her mother, trying to fathom the woman's reactions. Laura stood just inside the door, still wearing her sexy tennis outfit. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Her face was blank.

Charles looked sheepish.

Bonny hid her head in the pillow.

"So, you've been at the maid again, Charles," Laura said.

"I'm afraid so," Charles admitted. "I think I had better have a word with this naughty young lady," Laura said, sternly.

"Of course, dear," Charles said, meekly. He jumped up and moved to the closet.

[Missing text.] Laura, grinning, said, "There, you naughty girl I hope that's taught you a lesson."

Bonny smiled shyly, demurely.

"Yes, Ma'am," she said. "I know that whenever I'm naughty and let your husband fuck me, I have to let you suck me off, too."

"Quite right," said Laura.

Laura was still fully clothed in her tennis outfit.

Bonny looked speculatively at the sexy woman.

Bonny said, "If you wanted me to suck you off, Ma'am I sure wouldn't mind it."

Laura hesitated for a moment.

The prospect was hot without charm.

But then she shook her head. Cunt-sucking was a treat, but for her own orgasm, she wanted prick.

"No, I think not," she said. "You may go now and send Charles up to me, if you will."

Bonny got dressed. Laura sat on the bed, admiring the girl's body as it was covered by her uniform. Bonny went out and Laura waited for Charles to fetch his big prick back to her.

Charles would know, of course, that she had been sucking Bonny off, and his cock would be big and hard again.

But then she frowned.

The trouble was that Charles would enjoy fucking her as much as she enjoyed getting fucked. The man was not being properly punished for his infidelity.

She really ought to fuck another man. Thinking about that, she began to pace about the room. She thought that maybe she would fuck the tennis pro. But the tennis pro was not there at the moment, and she was desperate for some prick. She paused by the window.

Out in the yard, she could see young Robert, busily trimming the hedges behind the house.

A wicked gleam came into Laura's eyes Charles came in, still wearing the bathrobe and his cock was sticking out the front of it. "You wanted me?" he said, significantly. "I think you should be here," she said. That puzzled Charles. He raised his eyebrows.

"I really think the punishment will be more effective, if you're here to watch," Laura said. "Oh? I assumed you had already punished Bonny."

"Oh, yes I sucked her off," said Laura. "But now I'm going to have to punish you, Charles."

"Oh?" he said.

He had no idea what she meant. He thought that maybe she was going to make him suck her off without returning the favor. That was the only thing he could think of.

Then Laura rapped on the window.

Robert looked up from the hedge.

Laura motioned for him to come in.

She turned back to Charles.

"I'm going to fuck the gardener, dear," she said, sweetly. "And you are going to watch."

Robert was filled with trepidation.

Why had Mrs. Bradshaw summoned him? The only thing he could think of was that the cum-soaked panties had been discovered and they were going to accuse him. He was terrified. He was so worried that, for once, he didn't even have a hard-on.