Hank Henry, who lived across the street and down the block from Dave and Anne with his wife Crystal, had made a date to meet Dave to play some golf.
Dave knew Hank was going to show up at two on this Saturday afternoon. He talked it over with Anne, and they decided to present a surprise to Hank.
When Hank rang their bell, Dave was in the kitchen behind the door, peeking out of the small window in the door, and Anne waked through the living room. She had on a slinky white robe, sheer nylons, white high heels, and she looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was piled up, and she had bangs set on her forehead. She wore white panties, white bra, and a black garter-belt.
She opened the door for Hank Henry, who surprised her by being with a friend.
"Hi," said Hank, "this is my friend Van. He's going with me and Dave to watch."
Hank had black hair and looked a lot like Clark Gable. Van had sandy-brown hair, a square face which was chiseled into a smooth handsomeness. Both men were lean and around six feet tall.
"Well, hello," Anne said, "Dave will be with you in a few minutes. He's running late. How 'bout letting me get you both a glass of iced tea. Just sit down on the couch."
The men sat down, and Anne went back into the kitchen.
"There's a friend," she said to Dave inside the kitchen. "Should we still do it?"
"Yeah, do it, honey," Dave whispered.
She fixed the iced teas. Anne noticed his cock was hard in his slacks. She reached out and grasped Dave's hard-on. She unzipped his fly and withdrew the stiff, throbbing cock.
"God, you're hot, huh?" she whispered. "Oh, yeah, baby… damn right." Anne bent over and licked her tongue over the bulging red head of Dave's prick, then stood back up and took the iced teas to the living room.
She placed them on the coffee table and let the white robe fall open to reveal her overflowing bra, her pussy-packed white panties, the shiny black garter-belt, and the sheer nylons.
Both men gawked at her beauty, at her luscious curves, at her beautiful face. They squirmed on the couch. Anne sat down between them.
She smiled.
There was silence. It was awkward. The men didn't know what to do.
Van had a hard-on.
Anne could see the man's prick spiking his tennis shorts.
Hank's cock was stiff as wood against his shorts too.
She reached out with bath hands and massaged their cocks. Her hands moved slowly and meticulously as her fingers probed their marble-hard pricks.
She unzipped their flies and withdrew their hard cockstalks. Van had a six-incher, but Hank Henry had a big one. Anne could only guess at the length, but she would have given odds that the cock was over twelve inches long. She gasped, ran her hand the length of Hank's prick. His cock was like a huge cucumber. She trembled at the sight and feel of the pulsing cock.
Dave stood in the kitchen peering out of the little window in the door. He grabbed his cock and started jacking off as he watched his wife playing with the men's cocks.
Anne's hands worked magic on the men.
Van's cock slicked out a crop of fuck cream that spilled out off the top of his prick, down over Anne's knuckles.
Anne saw the cum ooze out and trickle sweetly over her hand. She brought her other hand to her mouth and deposited a huge gob of spit and slicked it over the trembling-tall prick that belonged to Van.
Her robe was wide open. Hank looked greedily at her. But both men wondered when Dave would appear and what might happen when he did.
"You've got a really big prick here, Hank," Anne said. "How big?"
"It's twelve inches."
"Whew," Anne breathed hotly, sucking her spitty hand up and down the rigid stalk, feeling the hardness, the long beauty of this hot prick.
Dave kept jacking his prick in the kitchen as he watched Anne's action. He was so hot, so excited – he was shaking all over.
"Why don't you guys get up and take your clothes off? Let me see you naked," Anne suggested.
"What about Dave?" Van asked. "Let me worry about that," Anne said. The men stood up and stripped. Van had hair all over his chest, his belly, and big bushy masses around his prick. Hank was lean, hairless, but his cock stood out like a metal rod.
Anne stood up and fisted their cocks and stood before them. Hank reached out and rubbed her cunt through her panties. Van lifted her tits out of her bra and played with the big orbs.
"Why don't you take my panties down, Hank?" Anne said.
She let go of his cock and he knelt before her beauty and slowly tugged her tight panties off her thighs and hips, revealing her brown cunt.
Hank gaped at her. He slid her panties down her nylons and slid them off. Hank ducked in and kissed her pussy.
Anne tightened her grip on Van's cock.
Van fondled her tits.
Anne got all hot and excited with Hank chomping so greedily at her cunt. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his sucking lips away.
She got down on her knees and pulled Van with her, the three of them on the floor. She pushed Hank back so he lay on his back on the carpet, his huge roller-pin prick standing up tall and hard. She straddled over him, her knees on either side of him. Van came around and knelt in front of her.
Anne moved up on Hank and mashed her pussy to his mouth, screwed her hips around, and ground the soft pussy muff against his sucking lips.
She reached behind her with one arm and grabbed his mammoth prick and slicked her hand up and down. She felt a gob of fuck cream slip down over her wrist.
Van, kneeling over the two, leaned in and kissed Anne's big tits.
Dave was hot and excited in the kitchen. He played slowly with his prick, savoring the scene in the living room.
The kitchen door behind Dave opened and Tammy, the sweet, darling school girl, walked in from outside. She was wearing her snazzy, sexy cheerleading uniform. She had just returned from a game.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped when she saw Dave. His pants were a heap on his feet, his shorts on his ankles, standing with his cock in his hand peeking through the small window into the living room.
"Anne said I could drop by anytime I wanted to, but to always use the back door," Tammy explained.
Dave looked her over.
She was saucy and stunning in an all-white outfit – a so-tight white sweater that just touched the top of her white pleated cheerleading skirt that had two rings of red around the hem. She wore white tennis shoes with red streaks up the sides.
"Come here," Dave said. "Look at what's going on in there."
He stood away from the window.
Tummy tiptoed up and pecked through the small opening.
"Ah, oh," she gasped.
"She's fuckin' and suckin' with those guys," Dave said.
"And that one guy… he has such a well, a really huge…"
"Cock… he's got a big prick, Tammy."
"Oh, yes, sir, very big."
Dave slid his hand over her tight young ass, feeling the soft, but firm ass cheeks. He opened his hand lewdly all over her ass.
His hand slicked his prick.
Tammy looked at Anne, who was now on all fours over Hank, putting his giant cock up in her pussy, while Van offered his stiff prick to her mouth.
Dave got behind Tammy. He lifted her cheerleading skirt over a pair of very tight, white bloomers. His hand continued caressing her fabulous teenage ass. He peeked over her shoulder at the fuckers in the other room.
"Wow, they're really gettin' it on, huh, Tammy?" he whispered.
"Jeez, sir. I've never seen anything like that!" Dave stuck his hand inside her bloomers and felt the egg-shell smoothness of her marvelous ass. He trailed one finger like a feather up and down the crack of her ass.
Tammy watched Anne start screwing her ass around and around the big cock below her as her lips fish-sucked Van's cock.
Dave got all hot watching this, and he took Tammy's bloomers down around her thighs. He humped down, legs spread, behind her, and shoved his cock between her thighs.
His prick throbbed up against her crotch.
"Ah, woooowww," she whimpered.
Dave lifted her little white skirt high on her waist.
Tammy saw the big cock sticking between her legs. She reached down, grasped his prick, and bent the head back up against her soft pussy.
"Yeah, like that, Tammy," Dave huffed.
"Oh, sir… sir," she whined.
Anne really had a fuck-stroke going, and a suck-stroke at the same time, on the men in the other room. Both Tammy and Dave watched eagerly from their hidden viewing place.
Anne couldn't believe she was riding the big, mammoth prick, fucking around on the cock, having the hard prickshaft fuck into her cunt. She was thrilled with the heat of the rigid hard, throbbing, big prick fucking her cunt. She slid her lips in and out, bobbed her head forward, then back on Van's cock.
She imagined her husband in the kitchen watching her fuck the two cocks, and that thought excited her even more. Oh, how she loved being on her hands and knees, a foot-long prick driving, fucking up into her curt, the other cock hot in her mouth.
Little did she know Dave had his own scene going.
He was humped down behind the beautiful cheerleader. Her ponytail trailed down her back. He crouched behind her humping, pumping his rock-hard prick between her thighs.
The girl held the bulging head in her palm, bending it back against her cherry cunt.
"You like this, don't you, Tammy."
"I've never done or seen anything like this, sir. I'm goose-bumpy all over."
"They're fuckin' and suckin' in there, Tammy, and I'm feelin' your ass with my hands as I pump my prick through your legs."
"Oh, I know… I know!" the girl gulped. She loved to hear the man talk dirty.
"I want my prick in your pussy, Tammy," Dave whispered, and humped a little lower so he could fuck his cock up and into Tammy from behind. He slipped the big, thick prick into her soft, tight cunt.
"Ah, mmmmmm," she mumbled.
He reached around in front of her. His hands went to her tits and cupped them.
"Hold your skirt up, Tammy," he said. She did, and he began fucking her as they both watched Anne take on the two pricks in the other room.
"Feels so good, Tammy. Fuckin' you is good."
"Yes, yes!" she whimpered, wiggling her wonderful ass back at his thumping, pumping prick.
"You're a beautiful young lady," Dave huffed.
"Thank you, sir."
"You're a sweet fuckin' darlin' cheerleader, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"You like showing off your ass when you cheer, don't you?"
"Oh, God yes!" she gasped.
Dave fucked faster and faster.
Tammy wagged her fabulous ass back at him.
In the other room Anne took a hot splash of fuck cream in her mouth as Van came. She worked harder fucking her ass on Hank's priceless cock.
He exploded a load of spunk up into her cunt.
Her mouth was filling with fuck cream. Van's cock simply squirted like a fire hose in her mouth, pouring jizz down her throat, and Anne swallowed gladly.
Anne felt the thrill of climax sweep over her like a low-flying cloud… a cloud of ecstasy that lifted her to new heights of pleasure, the pleasure of two hard cocks spurting fuck juice into her.
Dave fucked faster at fabulous Tammy. His prick bulged.
Tammy could feel the hot throb of his prick, and then felt the thick, boiling load of cum that spewed into her tight, young pussy.
She worked her ass faster back at Dave's drilling prick. She felt the first tremor of sensation grip her, a thrilling ripple of orgasmic delight. She shivered, shook, shuddered, and threw her palms against the kitchen door to keep her balance.
Dave fucked his prick harder into her pussy, giving her a refreshing blast of fuck cream. One spurt, two, three big blows, of fuck juice shot into her cunt.
"Oh, sir!" she sobbed. "You're squirtin' all that stuff in me."
"Mmmm, mmmm," he mumbled. "Damn right I am, you little fucker."
"Yeah, I'm a little fucker!" Tammy cried.
"A sweet, hot little fucker!" Dave whined.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted.
And, in the other room, Anne shimmied through the final phase of her climax and fell back to the floor.
Cum dripped from her, mouth, and jizz trickled from her pussy.
Later, after Dave had finished fucking the sweet little teenager, he got dressed and went into the living room as if nothing had happened. He found his wife sitting on the couch with Hank Henry and Van. Both men were drinking iced tea, and everyone in the room was fully dressed.
"Dave," Hank said, "this is Van. I hope you don't mind but he wants to come along and watch. I told him it would be okay."
"Sure, no problem," Dave replied. "Sometimes watching is the best part of a game."
Anne glanced at her husband and gave him a secret wink.
"Anyway," Dave continued, "I'm sorry about keeping you guys waiting for me, but you know how it is when you get behind and have to spend all the rest of your time catching up. I hope you didn't get bored or anything. I mean, Anne played the part of the good hostess, didn't she?"
"Well… uh…" Hank stammered.
Van looked like he had swallowed a tadpole. It was all Dave and Anne could do to keep from bursting out with peals of laughter. Evidently the men felt pangs of guilt about what they had done with Anne while Dave was out of the room. And neither of them was a very good liar. Anne wondered if either of them had ever fooled around before, and, if they did, how they managed to get away with it.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Dave," Anne cooed. "I kept both your friends entertained while you were coming."
Dave chuckled, apparently without reason.
Hank and Van assumed the worst.
Then, Dave said: "Well, let's get my clubs in the car and be on our way."
The two men sighed and followed Dave out the door.
At the door, the two men looked back momentarily to see Anne flashing her pussy they reddened and hurried after Dave. Anne laughed.