David Crane - Peeping family

Laura unbuckled his belt.

She unsnapped his jeans and then began to draw the zipper down. She pulled it down a few inches, then drew it back up, repeating the movement, but going a bit lower with each tug. At last, she had the zipper all the way down and the flaps of his pants opened in a wide v. His cock was trapped inside his white shorts, dragging them up in a tent. It was throbbing and writhing, sheathed in white like the ghost of a dead cock rattling chains of lust. She fingered his prick through his shorts, working her thumb against the ultrasensitive spot where the thick cockshaft merged into the flaring knob. She cupped his cum-packed balls. Then she dragged the elastic band of his shorts out from his belly and drew them down, tucking them under his balls so that all of his sex equipment was bared. She gazed approvingly at his stout young prick. It was not as big as her husband's, but it was bigger than your run-of-the-mill cock. The pricktip was tapered, well designed for wedging itself into tight cunts.

She began to stroke his cock.

Charles gave a little gasp. It was more thrilling to watch his wife fondle a prick than it had been to watch her be fondled. Charles was very pleased that his wife had decided to punish him in this exquisite fashion. He watched her hand skim up and down. He gave his own pricklance a few strokes.

The tip of Robert's cock oozed quicksilvery juice.

Laura stopped stroking him, afraid that he might go off in her hand and not wanting to waste his load that way.

She drew the lad back and down. He lay across the bed, his prickshaft towering straight up. Laura leaned over him. She glanced at Charles. She licked her lips.

Charles nodded eagerly.

Laura bent down and began to tongue the head of the gardener's cock. She ran her tongue all over that slab of prickmeat, then took the cockhead into her mouth and sucked.

Charles groaned in agony and lust.

He moved from the chair and knelt right beside the bed so that he could get a close-up, so that he would miss none of the juicy details. He watched his wife's lips pull on the purple prickhead and saw her tongue flared against the underside. He saw a trickle of pre-cum run onto her tongue. Laura whimpered and swallowed the hot fuck juice.

Pulling her lips free, Laura turned towards Charles and opened her mouth so that he could see the boy's cum coating her tongue. Charles staggered on his knees, swaying, dazed by the sight.

The half-crazed look on her husband's face excited Laura every bit as much as the gardener's prick.

It was time to get fucked.

She threw one knee across the lad's lean flanks, straddling him. She guided his prick to her crotch, rubbing the pointed cockhead around in the flooded gash. Then she began to work her cunt downover it. Her thighs tensed and her ass pushed down as she fed the prickmeat into her pussy inch by inch. Robert was moaning and Charles was panting like a locomotive, a carnal engine fueled by passion and lubricated by jism. He watched his wife's cunt work itself down the boy's cockrod until every inch of that big fuck tool was stuck up her and her cunt lips were plastered to Robert's belly like a suction cup.

She stayed there for a moment, enjoying the full penetration. She turned her hips, rolling her cunt around on the boy's pricklance while it was buried to the hilt.

Then she began to ride him.

Her ass rose, paused, then fell. She went up and down slowly, steadily. Her big tits swayed, her belly heaved. She gazed down at the boy, loving the look of lust on his face, then glanced over her shoulder at her husband, loving his expression even more.

Charles was leaning right in close, his chin on the edge of the bed. He saw the lad's fat prick emerge, slippery with cunt juice. He watched the cock fuck up Laura as she settled down over it. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy onto Robert's swollen balls. The dark, fat vein pulsed up the underside of his cockstalk. His prick as swollen. He was not going to last very long, Charles knew he was going to fill Laura's cunt with jism at any moment.

As she humped, the cheeks of her ass parted.

Charles, wild with desire, leaned in and began to tongue her taut asshole, rimming right up into her. But then he withdrew again, more interested in watching her get stuffed than in joining in, himself for the moment.

Robert began to whimper.

"Come," Laura whispered, her voice husky. "Come in me, Robert fill my cunt with cum!"

Robert thrust up from the bed as she lowered her pussy onto him. His prick went in to the hilt and erupted. Laura wailed with joy as she felt the hot geyser gush into her loins. Her ass and hips flew up and down as she milked his prick with her cunt.

Robert poured load after load into her pussy.

At last, he lay still.

Laura humped for a few moments longer, to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls. Then she lifted herself from him. His prick slipped free.

Laura turned, facing Charles, her legs spread wide. Cum was pouring out from her pussy and running down into the crack of her ass. She knew that Charles would love to see that. She spread her pussy wide open with her fingers so that her husband could look right up her cum-filled fuckhole.

It drove Charles wild.

He gave a cry and moved in, burying his face between his wife's smooth thighs and began to suck greedily on her flooded cunt. His tongue ran up her fuckhole and his lips worked lovingly on her pussy lips. Watching a cock go up her, seeing her cunt filled with another man's cum. Charles had become hornier than he had ever been before.

He started to move up, ready for a fuck, himself.

But Laura gently pushed him back.

A wicked look came over her face.

"Robert still has a hard-on, darling," she said.

Charles looked to the side. The boy was flat on his back, panting, and his pricklance, despite his tremendous ejaculation, was still standing high and hard.

Charles would have to wait…

Amanda had creamed in the closet, just watching.

She hadn't touched herself at all. Her pussy had creamed of its own accord and the thrill had run through her in a tremendous shock wave. But so great was the stunning stimulation of watching her mother fuck the gardener that no sooner had she come than her pussy began to simmer all over again. She wanted to see more.

Both Robert and Charles had hard-ons and Amanda wanted to see them emptied again. And from the look in Laura's eyes, she figured that was a certainty.

Elsewhere in the house, Bonny the maid was wishing that she were in the bedroom with Charles and Laura. She had no idea that Robert was there, too. She supposed that they were enjoying a wonderful fuck now, as they thought about perhaps talked about what they had both done to her.

Bonny had come when Charles fucked her and she had come when Laura sucked her off, but she was a randy girl and the two orgasms had not been enough. Now those, lucky Bradshaws were coming again, and she was left with her work.

She much preferred mopping Laura's face with her pussy to mopping the floors, polishing Charles' prick to polishing the silver. But they had not invited her to join in a threesome and there was nothing that she could do about it. It was a shame, though. Bonny would have loved to go to bed with both of them at the same time. She would have liked to have Charles fuck her, from the back while Laura sucked her cunt at the same time.

She came down the hallway, passing the bedroom door.

She heard them panting.

Wow! They must be fucking up a storm, she thought. It sounds like more than two people panting away in there.

She moved on, knowing that it would only add to her frustration if she were to listen to the sounds of lust. She went on past the closet, then paused.