Victoria Parker

Balling eager wife

CHAPTER ONE

Anne and Dave had just moved to Paradise Beach. They were in their new house ready to go out for the evening.

Anne stood before the mirror. She looked regally beautiful in a white merry widow that hugged her body, enhanced her fabulous curves. The rich roundness of her hips spread below, her garter-straps tight to dark nylons, and she had on white heels. The bra cups of the merry widow bulged with her huge melon-like tits.

Her hair was cut into bangs across her forehead, then shaped like a bell around her beautiful square face. She had well-defined cheeks and pouting red lips.

She was beautiful, sexy.

When Dave emerged from the shower and saw her standing at the bathroom mirror, his cock leaped with love and admiration for his lovely wife. He dried quickly and knotted the towel around his waist.

Dave slipped up beside her and stood looking at Anne in the mirror. He pulled the towel away and his huge hard-on shimmered and snapped back against his belly with a slap, then wobbled and thumped in anticipation.

Anne smiled coyly, reached over, grasped the throbbing prick and squeezed the stiff, thick stalk. She looked into Dave's eyes in the mirror.

Passionate wrinkles creased his forehead as her fingers gripped his cock.

She bent over, touched her bright-red lips to the tip of his prick and kissed the bulging cockhead.

"Oh, Anne… honey," he sighed.

Her freshly lipsticked lips left a bright-red smudge on the tip of his boiling prick.

She licked her tongue over the cherry-red cockhead, then sucked her mouth around his prick. Her head bobbed beautifully on his cock. Her lips were fish hooked in a red pucker on the top of his cock.

Dave gulped loudly. "Oh, darling… Anne! Anne, darling, suck me, suck my dick," he babbled.

Anne's luscious lips slid up and down on his stiff prick. She liked the hardness of his cock in her moth. Her hand held the stalk of his prick at the base. His cock throbbed in her fist and felt hard as a brick that had been left out in the hot sun. Her mouth sealed around Dave's prick in a sweet pucker.

He watched her suck his hard cock in the mirror, watched her head dip in and out, her sweet lips slush up and down like a plunger.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned. "Shit, I love it love the way you suck my prick."

Anne, as she sucked his prick, gazed into the mirror and saw Dave's impassioned face full of desire and love with pleasure.

His tongue hung out like a dog's. His hands were on his hips, and he ever so lightly humped, fucking his hips and iron-hard prick at Anne's sucking mouth, at her red puckered lips.

"Darling," he whimpered. "I wish you were sucking my prick every day."

Anne slipped her lips up in a slurpy slide off his cock. She rubbed the sticky, spit-shining prickhead along her reddened cheek.

"I wish I could suck you every day," she whispered.

She pecked her lips on the tip of his foaming prick, then sloshed the hard cock back into the warmth of her luscious mouth.

"Goddamn!" Dave gulped. "Anne, you're the best cock-sucker in the whole world. No one has ever sucked my cock like you. I love it. I love you!"

Anne reached her free arm around behind Dave and slid a finger up and down the crack of his ass, then she button hooked the tip of her finger in his asshole.

"Ooooo," Dave sighed. "Oh, Jesus, baby!" Dave trembled in pure delight at the way Anne fucked his ass in rhythm with her sucking. He drew his fingers down her back and plunged his hand under her pink pants over the glassy smoothness of her award-winning ass, clutching, fondling.

His breaths now came in short gasps, like jets of hissing steam.

Anne felt his huge cock expand and swell in her mouth, hot hard, and she could feel the continuous throb of the marble-slick prick stick as her lips slicked splendidly up and down in a superb suck.

"You sweet sucker!" Dave huffed.

She glanced at him in the mirror.

Their eyes met. Dave fishhooked his finger up her asshole. He fucked her there hotly. Now they fucked each other's ass as Anne slobbered on his prick.

Sweet ripples of sizzling satisfaction went tingling through Dave's lean body, sent him swooning into a shudder of sweet ecstasy. Oh, how he loved this woman, loved the way she bent over at the waist in her tight waist-cincher.

Her big, beautiful tits were bulging in her bra, almost as if they were going to pop out any moment. Her pussy-packed pink panties, so snug at the crotch, pulled in against the rich a forest of copper-colored cunt hair that puffed in an enticing mound against the thin nylon.

He looked at the way his hand knuckled out the panties as he fucked her asshole with his finger. He looked at the shiny white garter-belt. The straps were hooked to the dark nylons. He liked the way her mouth puckered on his stiff prick.

Anne suddenly and slowly slicked her lips off his prick, but kept a grip at the base of the hard cockstalk. The head of his prick was wet with her sweet spit. His cock bulged and wobbled, then spat out a gob of cum that splashed into the sink.

"God, it's squirting," Anne whispered.

She reached over and underhanded the wobbling, throbbing cock. His prick was huge. Her husband's cock was hot as a gun barrel. She wrapped her fingers around the pulsing cockshaft, her thumb extended, and slowly danced her hand in and out.

His cock bubbled, foamed. His passion soared. He kept his hand inside the back of her pink panties, trailing his finger up and down the marvelous crack of her beautiful ass.

Anne jiggled her hand and gave his sizzling prick a sweet, slow jacking stroke. She watched in the mirror as did Dave.

Their eyes met. His mouth fell open. He puffed out a hot pocket of air.

"Whew, baby," he whimpered.

"Feels good and hard," she commented, looking back down at his huge hard-on. Her hand worked a bit faster now, slicking some of the bubbling fuck cream from the cockhead, along the prick stalk. Then she brought her hand to her mouth, deposited a big gob of saliva in her palm, brought it back to the thumping prick, and slicked the spit all over the thick cockstalk.

Dave trembled, gulped and watched intently as she played with his lovesick prick.

"Oh, Anne, pump it for me," he mumbled. She gave him a fabulous hand-job, watching her own action in the mirror, seeing the excited look on Dave's face, liking the way his prick throbbed in her firm grip. She slicked her hand in and out. The big cockhead was bright red and still smudged with her red lipstick, but now also glistening with jizz juice.

"Oh, shit, Anne," Dave whispered. "I love that. I love you fuckin' me with your fist." Her crackerjack jack-strokes became faster, a divine slide, a marvelous jig, a jim-jam that had Dave shuddering with delight and passion. He shook all over.

Another hunk of white fuck cream shot from the bulging prick tip and spilled into the sink.

"God, it's squirtin' all over," Anne said softly.

"Squirtin' for you, honey," he panted.

"That's what I like," she teased, her hand fucking faster and faster on his spit-slick prick.

"Phewwww," Dave moaned. "Oh, shit… baby! Wow!"

"Looks good in the mirror, doesn't it?" Anne commented, her eyes glued to the jacking action reflected back to her. Her pussy creamed wet, soaking through her pink panties. Her cunt itched. She got hot and turned-on, watching her hand jacking off his cock.

"You're so damn beautiful, Anne," he whimpered.

His cock burned in her chopping hand. The thick prickstalk bulged bigger. The cockhead was red, shiny, and it spilled more cum. A chunk of white fuck cream spewed out and splashed onto the mirror.

Anne's hand thrummed thrillingly. A feeling of sweet satisfaction wobbled through Dave, and finally overwhelmed him. Hot tingles of pleasure, ripples of ecstasy gripped him. A slick, liquid slurp-slurp sound filled the bathroom as Anne's hand danced wildly on his prick. A cake of white fuck cream rimmed her thumb and forefinger. She hitched faster with a firm grip on the expanding prick.

"Oh, God, honey," Dave moaned. "This feels so Goddamn good!"

Her mouth was open, her tongue a blur of movement in her mouth as their eyes met in the mirror. Dave looked down at her jacking hand.

Creases of pleasure lined his forehead. "God, baby, I'm gonna get it!" he gasped. "Go on, come and… get it!" she encouraged. He choked, gasped. His body stiffened. He sucked in his breath. It caught in his throat. He groaned loudly.

"Oooooooo, ooooooooh, oooooooh, Anne!" he sobbed.

His cock erupted. A thick, steady stream of cock cream arched from his prick and splashed all over the sink, the mirror, the faucet.

Anne's hand worked faster harder, jerking his load out with precision.

He sobbed, gulped, panted, gasped with exquisite joy. "Aw, mmmmmm, whoo, Anne! Honey! Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!"

His cock creamed, shooting out a huge load of thick fuckjuice. Anne's hand pumped faster, becoming a jacking, jerking blur.

"Oh, honey… Goddamn… shit… oh shit!" he babbled, the jizz still spurting from the bulging cockhead of his incredible hard-on.

Anne watched herself give him a dandy handjob, watched as the cum slushed from his prick and splattered all over the mirror and sink. She brought the lovesick man over the edge of glorious orgasm.

His whole body shuddered and shook. It was almost as if an electric jolt had been shot through him. And indeed it had… that electric jolt of divine pleasure.

"Uh, huh, uh, whuff, whuff, whuff," he puffed, trying to catch his breath. "Darling, darling!"

"God, you sure squirted your cookies, baby," Anne whispered.

"For you… all that stuff is for you, Anne," he breathed.

Her hand had stopped its wild jim-jam on his prick. Her fingers dripped with strings of white fuck cream. She slicked up slowly, squeezing out the final drop of his magnificent squirt-off.

Dave fell, panting, back against the bathroom wall. His cock squirted a final slick shot of fuck cream that spilled to the floor.

"Oh, jeez, baby… that was so damn good," he whimpered happily, huskily. "You know what to do. You know how to make a man feel good. No, you know how to make a man feel wonderful and fantastic."

"I know how to love," she said.

"Yes, yes you do, darling. You certainly do," Dave cried.

He fell to his knees and waddled across the room to Anne. He slid his hands along her nyloned legs, feeling the fine taper and line.

His tongue licked the creamy white lushness of her skin above the nylons. He licked the garters. He kissed her lovely thighs passionately, his lips open, his mouth like a wet, slobbering puppy's.

He turned Anne sideways so she could look in the mirror and see him on his knees, see him licking, kissing, loving her thighs.

Then, suddenly, he pressed his mouth to her panties, hungrily licked at the soft mound of her crotch.

"Mmm," Anne mumbled.

His tongue was wet and wild as he punched it into Anne's pussy-packed pink panties.

"Oh, God, baby," he panted, moaning while he licked salaciously at her panties.

His hands went behind her. He clapped them to the thrilling cheeks of her sweet, fabulous ass. His fingers pinched the smooth softness, clutching, feeling, cupping the curve of her incredible ass.

"Lick my panties, honey," Anne whispered, urging the hot lover on, teasing him, intriguing him.

He loved it, loved her when she talked to him like this.

"Mmmm, mmmm," he burbled, his tongue swiping and slurping at her crotch.

His tongue wagged furiously. He had the panties soaking, spit-wet. His hands kept probing the marvelous expanse of ha ass.

Suddenly he was chewing her panties, sucking her pink undies into his mouth along with the muffy brown pussy underneath. He crunched lovingly.

"Yeah, suck my panties, baby," Anne whimpered, liking his intensity, his adoring ardor.

"Mmmm, uh, uh, whew," Dave panted, still, slapping his tongue tantalizingly at her panties.

"Suck my panties!" she repeated. "But not too long."

Dave thumbed the elastic top of her pink panties, peeled them slowly down her curved hips. He reached behind, tucked his hand into the back of the panties, and rolled them down onto her thighs.

He stared at her beautiful cunt. Her pussy looked like a huge Mars Bar, so sweet, so delicious, so inviting.