Gloria Stanford pulled the thin nightie closer around her lush body as she strolled aimlessly through the back yard of her sister's house. Ever since her husband had been killed in a truck wreck, she hadn't been feeling too well physically. Nothing that she could put her finger on, just minor aches and pains and a general listlessness.
She knew what the problem was, deep down. She had loved Henry and his loss was creating a gap in her life that wasn't going to be easily filled.
True, she was still young. Not as close to forty as she was to thirty, she still had a body that made men turn and look twice. The flare of her perky ass from under the nightie would have given any male a hard-on. If that didn't do it, the ample tits spilling lavishly from the front of the thin nylon garment would have done it for sure. The tits bobbed, unfettered, and the distant street light cast just enough light into the back yard to make it obvious that her nipples had become erect from the cool wind whipping around her body.
Gloria walked on the grass, feeling its moistness under her bare feet. Why she enjoyed coming out here more naked than dressed and simply wandering, she didn't know. With the street only a few feet away, any passing pedestrian could look over the wall and get the treat of his life.
Gloria didn't care. And yet again, she did. That odd twisting of her emotions kept her confused and aimless. She missed the sex with Henry. He was about the best cocksman she had ever found, and the woman had had a few in her younger days. Yet, sex in and of itself seemed pointless. The urges deep in her hollow, aching cunt were there but the mental thrill she got from fucking was gone.
She brushed back her thick mane of soft brown hair and stopped for a moment while the wind lightly touched her tits and made its swift passage between her legs. Her snatch was a little bit juicy just thinking about Henry and the times they'd fucked. But the desire that should have been present with the flood of love juices eluded her.
"Ummmm, oh God, you great big fucker," came the soft words, "stuff that hard cock of yours in balls deep. I want to feel you fucking me, really fucking me!"
Gloria lifted her head guiltily. She saw that the window to her sister's room was open wide. There wasn't much doubt in her mind what was going on inside. Denise and Frank were getting it on. Even without the words, she knew what was happening from the soft moans and the liquid squishing sound as a cock raced into an aroused cunt. She turned to go away from the window, not wanting to spy, then stopped.
She didn't want to peep into the window, yet she did. Gloria tried to kid herself that it was only for the sake of curiosity. She guessed her brother-in-law was well hung, but she'd never had the chance to find out. How could she pass up such a golden opportunity as this to find out?
The light in the bedroom was dim. Little more filtered in from the outer world, but she had a good view of the hot and heavy action. The sheets were twisted and mostly on the floor, leaving the two naked lovers exposed on the bed. From the angle she had Gloria was able to see both Frank's large prick and her sister's gaping pussy.
She swallowed hard. Never had she seen a cock the size of Frank's. It bobbed and bounced around in front of his groin with a virile power that sent shivers up and down her spine. She pulled the thin nightie closer around her body but the action did nothing to stop the gooseflesh from forming on her skin.
The man bent down and said, "How do you want it? Tell me!"
"I want your cock fucking my cunt! Damn you to hell, fuck me! You're driving me wild just rubbing the tip of your prick all over my clit!" The woman on the bed writhed around, barely able to speak now from the intense passions in her.
The words alone were enough to make Gloria's pussy shiver and churn out its frothy lubricants. When the fuck fluids were gushing from within, she moved closer. She hadn't intended to get this involved in spying on the two but she couldn't pull herself away. The way that prick danced in front of his body, threatening to drive deep into the eager cunt at any instant, held her rooted firmly in place.
She licked her lips in anticipation of the actual fucking. It didn't come. She felt robbed somehow when Frank thrust forward and his prick shot along the woman's well-oiled gash and dueled once again with her clit. Still, the woman on the bed wasn't in any condition to complain.
"Is that the way you want it?" the man repeated. "If you don't tell me, you won't get any of it!"
"Fuck my cunt! Drive that cock all the way into my cunt! Split me apart with your fucking! Give it to meeee!" The woman came as the man shot his hips forward. This time there wasn't any chance he would miss. The purple knob of his cock had been held just in front of the opening of her cunt hole.
Gloria watched in fascination as the thick rod of cock parted the scalloped inner cunt lips and then shot deep into the woman's belly. The woman arched her back and pushed her snatch up around the plunging cock, as if demanding more than she was getting. The impact of their groins banging together made Gloria cringe. She wondered if her sister would have a bruised set of pussy lips in the morning. She'd been involved in a lot of frantic fucking in her day, but seldom had it been with such vigor and power.
Frank's hips began churning. He moved his body as if his prick were a spoon buried in a bowl and he wanted to stir things up. The spying woman could see his prick pull out slightly as his hips moved in a circular motion. The part of his prick protruding from the woman's snatch gleamed a dull silver. It was completely drenched with fuck oils.
"Give me more, you bastard!" the woman demanded. Her voice was shrill, harsh. She had her eyes screwed tightly shut and Gloria doubted if she even knew what she was saying. What more could a man give a woman? That thick cock would have looked right at home on a stallion. Frank was well hung and it was apparent he knew all the right tricks. He could get his woman hot simply by demanding that she tell him all the "dirty" things she wanted him to do to her.
Just the sight of his cock was enough to make Gloria's pussy hungry for cock again.
A hand drifted down the front of her nightie and parted it to expose her cunt. She ran an eager finger between her pussy lips and felt the thick oils coating her hand. As she watched the man inside fucking the living hell out of the woman impaled on his cock, she began to stroke back and forth along her own blue-tinged cunt lips.
A tiny thrill went into her body, a thrill that had been lacking ever since her husband had died. She didn't try to question why she was returning to her original horny ways simply by spying on her sister and brother-in-law. That it was happening was enough for her.
"Like this? Want me to fuck harder?" the man demanded. He stopped the pointless talking and fastened his mouth firmly onto one of the woman's boobs. He sucked nastily and pulled the erect nipple between his lips.
Gloria couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but she could guess. From the way his jaw muscles worked, he was licking the hell out of that marble-like pebble of erect flesh cresting the woman's tit. When he opened his mouth and began taking in more and more of the creamy white cone of tit-flesh, the spying woman almost came.
To feel a man's mouth working on her own tits like that!
She reached down and tugged fiercely at her own boob. Her other hand never left her cunt. That hand was beginning to send a pool of warmth into her belly. If it would only spread, she might recapture some of the feelings she'd had when she and Henry had balled. Seeing the two fucking inside reminded her of days gone by, days when she had fucked and fucked and fucked and wanted more.
Drawing her strong fingers from the base of her boob all the way to the tip pulled excited blood into the nipple. She felt it pound and pulse wildly as it filled with blood. Pressing her thumb down on top of it, she managed to shove the hard little button of flesh into the soft tit-flesh underneath. She could even feel the way her heart raced.
The action inside the bedroom picked up in tempo. As much as she hated herself for watching, she couldn't pull her eyes away from that torrid scene.
"More," begged the woman on the bed, "give me more! I want to feel that cock of yours coming out of my mouth!"
"Can't fuck that hard," the man grunted, but the spying woman wondered if he might not be lying. Her certainly seemed to be driving that long fleshy spear of cock into the woman's softly yielding cunt hard enough to tear her apart all the way to the chin.
"It feels so big inside me. Your cock! It fills my poor little pussy to overflowing!"
"I try my best," the man said. Gloria could see the sweat beading his forehead as he continued his avid fucking of the woman's tight cunt. She knew the strain he must be under from the way he looked. But he wasn't complaining about having to hold back his hot jism. He was enjoying this fucking as much as the woman on the receiving end of his prick.
Gloria began counting the number of times the man drove his spike of hard prick into her sister. The rhythm was smooth, even, steady. He didn't try an all out fucking – not yet. He was still in control of his actions and could give the maximum amount of pleasure before he came.
Twenty strokes. Gloria began duplicating his tempo with the finger working its way into her cunt. Thirty strokes. She wiggled her finger back and forth until it stroked the soft, velvety sides of her pussy. Forty strokes. She gasped for breath and squeezed down harder with her other hand. Her clit seemed to be an over inflated balloon ready to pop. Fifty strokes. She couldn't contain the pent-up emotions in her body any longer.
She came.
For a long moment, she was lost in the wonderland of pure emotional release. It had been too long since she had gotten her rocks off like this. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes and simply allowed the wondrous sensation of orgasm to smash through her entire body.
Her cunt convulsed mightily and actually squeezed down around her inserted finger. The finger fucking she gave herself continued fast and furious the entire time. She felt the thick juices from her cunt leak out and dribble down the palm of her hand. From there the thick love oils must have gone onto the ground. She didn't know or care.
All that mattered was the deliciously sinful feeling of an orgasm caused by her own masturbation – and peeping into her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom while they fucked.
And fucking was all they were interested in. Gloria feared that her soft moan of joy might have alerted the two inside. It didn't. They were too lost in their own bodies and pleasures to hear anything outside of the room.
She'd lost count of how many times Frank had stroked into Denise. Fifty? It had to be seventy or eighty by now. Still he drove on as if he were made out of iron. Every time he pulled out, his prick gleamed like a silver rod in the dim light. The pink pussy lips framing that mighty cock hinted that he could keep fucking all night.
The woman on the bed let out a long, low sob that racked her entire body. She shuddered and the bed shook and squeaked louder than before. Lost in her powerful come, the woman couldn't have beard any of Gloria's shrieks of joy from outside.
Gloria's knees turned to rubber and she felt weak all over.
She simply slid down the side of the house, the painted wood feeling slick and cool against her naked body.
From the inside the room, she heard the voices of the two lovers clearer than ever before. "Fuck harder, damn it! I want you to fuck me senseless with that fuck stick of yours."
"You want it, you're gonna get it!" came the raunchy reply.
From the sound of the activity inside, Gloria guessed that Frank had almost doubled the fucking speed. She closed her eyes and kept her finger moving in and out of her cunt in the same tempo the man was using. She imagined she was the one inside, her legs wantonly spread open for his cock to drive hard into her pussy.
The feel of it. The friction of his prick against her pussy walls. The tiny fires of lust leaping and burning in her body. The warmth from, the fucking spreading throughout her belly and causing the tiny fires to blaze more brightly. The thick cock head pressing harder into her cunt as blood pounded into his prick. The added friction. The carnal heat spreading like wildfire now in her body. Racing up her spine. Making her come thoroughly alive with the fucking.
She came again.
Her entire world crashed down around her as the sensations she had been missing for so long returned. The orgasm was explosive. It ripped the top of her head off. And she wanted more. She had to have a prick moving back and forth in her well-greased fuck channel.
The woman opened her sex-glazed eyes and looked around her. She saw the handle of a small garden spade. She pulled it out of the ground and fondled the smooth wooden handle a couple times, thinking it was a lot thicker than a real prick might be.
It didn't matter if she tore herself apart. Her cunt demanded attention by something round and hard and swift – fucking. This would have to do since she couldn't possibly crawl into the room and beg her brother-in-law to fuck her.
She spread her legs, looking down at the way the cunt lips parted lewdly. They might have been preparing for the most erotic kiss ever. The pink inner cunt lips poked out and fluttered wildly. She hardly knew how excited she was by watching the two fucking inside. This was a small indication of the desperate needs of her own sexuality.
Hand trembling, she brought the wooden dildo closer and closer to her pussy. The lips parted and seemed to beg it to enter. When the blunted end of the cold handle touched her pussy lips, she came. The shock rattled her teeth and made her pant loudly. Every breath was as if she sucked in a lungful of fire. Sandpaper coated her throat, but she couldn't stop now.
The handle pulled in snugly against the juicy cunt lips. She didn't hesitate any longer. Yanking on the metallic end of the shovel, she pulled the handle into her cunt hole. The pain made her sob. She wasn't used to taking anything up her cunt except virile, loving cock. This was a shock to her but there was no backing out now. She had to have the kind of fucking she had witnessed inside the bedroom.
She had to or she'd go out of her mind with unsatisfied lust.
"Ummmmm, oh God," she groaned as the handle buried itself all the way up her cunt. She felt her inner membranes being pulled in new and different directions. The woman thought she'd felt just about everything while she and Henry had been fucking. They were both fond of experimenting, never doing anything twice in the same way – and that included fucking. They had fucked on top of buildings and in airplanes and on buses and even on a subway in plain view of God and everybody, but nothing had given her a thrill like the wooden handle up her twat now.