perfumed. Over her bare shoulder, he could see Lester's face; it was intent, the eyes focused upon the spread, glistening lips of his wife's cunt, upon the thick, round prick that made them elastic.
«Oohh,» Debbie moaned. «It feels so wonderful, filling my cunt like this. This young cock stretches me wide, Les — it doesn't leave an inch of my pussy untouched. Oohh! So good, so sexy, so hard and big — «
She rocked sideways upon his submerged tool, ground her crotch thrillingly against the stem of it, panting as she flipped her ass around in lascivious wheelings, and braced her hands upon her knees for better balance.
«Man,» Jerry sighed, «your wife really has a hot and juicy cunt, Mr. Carter. She's wringing my prick with it, and she's all greasy velvet inside, all slippery and hot. Her ass is soft and her tits feel great in my hands. Your wife is a fine piece of ass, man.»
Lester quivered, but it might have been because Angela was playing with the guy's upright prick Jerry thought. His mother was teasing the golden flood of her hair over the cockhead and probing long fingernails into the man's balls, but Lester didn't look away from his wife's spread thighs, from the way her grassy snatch was lifting and falling upon a strange cock.»
«Aren't they beautiful together?» Angela asked. «My son and your wife, Lester; they're loving each other so well, so sexily. Debbie really needs his prick, just as you needed my pussy. It's excitingly different for her, very thrilling. Have you ever seen her so aroused?»
«N — no,» the man muttered. «Not with me. She never talked like that, either, and she never sat on my prick that way. It was always in bed, with the lights out. But I don't have a cock anywhere near the size of your kid's, either.»
Jerry saw his mother bend down and gently kiss the knob of the man's cock. She said, «The size is great, I'll admit. But it isn't all, Lester. I came just as insanely upon your nice prick as I do on my boy's big one.»
As Debbie wriggled and humped, Jerry heard the other man say, «You what? You mean you — you've been fucking your own kid, too?»
«Of course,» Angela said throatily. «If I hadn't, neither you nor Debbie would be here now. I promised Mack I wouldn't screw around while he was gone, this time. But after your wife caught me balling Jerry, there wasn't anything else we could do; we had to bring you into the party. Aren't you glad, Lester? I know I am.»
Debbie grunted and heaved, churning her ass into Jerry's crotch, and he held lovingly to her tits while she pumped upon his buried prick. Lester was being clued in, having it all laid out for him, and that made it better, out in the open all the way.
Except for his father, Jerry thought; he had also made a promise to his dad — that he'd keep Angela satisfied and away from neighbor husbands so there wouldn't be a repeat of her last affair, the one that got her some messy publicity. Yet here they were, Angela kissing Mr. Carter's cockhead, and Mrs. Carter riding happily upon Jerry's hard meat. Damn, he thought; he'd let himself get so wrapped up in pussy that he'd done exactly what his father didn't want. But there had seemed no other way out, and one thing was certain — Debbie Carter wouldn't be naming his mom in a divorce action; the woman was enjoying his cock too much.
«Nice, young prick,» Debbie was crooning. «Oh — packing my cunt so well
— ahh, darling! Jerry, my lover — you sweet, horny boy. Ram that gorgeous cock deep — shove it to me, baby — ahh! Ahh! Lester — look, Les — I'm about to come, and so is he. In just a moment, he's going to shoot his boyish semen up inside your wife's burning pussy. And isn't it great? Isn't it — wooonderful!»
Squeezing down upon her pillowy tits, Jerry hunched into her quivering sac, plunging his flanged knob deep, shoving it up against the giving softness of her womb. When he let go, he thought his balls were going to crawl on up inside the woman's flowing vagina, too. The deluge of boiling come gushed powerfully up in her snatch, wetting down the cervix and clinging like white paste to the silken walls of her married pussy.
Debbie trembled as she felt the spurting of his juices, and gasped to her husband: «There it is! Oh, it's all rich and creamy — so much come sliding around inside my pussy; it's hot and syrupy, and I love to move around on his cockhead while it's still squirting. I love his semen, love it!»
On the couch, Lester Carter lifted his head and propped it upon a pillow, never looking away for a moment, more fascinated by his wife's hairy cunt than he had been since he first got into it himself, Jerry thought. Then the man shivered, because Angela had stopped simply kissing his cockhead and was now running her hot, wet tongue around the ridges, flicking the tip with deft, teasing motions. His mom was going to go down on Lester, Jerry knew, and remembered what he had heard from the guys wife, that neither of them had really eaten each other. This was going to be a first for Mr. Carter; he was about to get one hell of a fine head job.
Settling upon his buried shaft, Debbie leaned back against Jerry to watch, the edge gone from her original violent passions now, and intensely interested in what was about to happen to her husband. Jerry grooved on the scene, too, his prick flexing inside the woman's good, deep pussy and bathed with the mixed fluids of her lubrication and his own semen.
«W — wait!» Lester said, when he felt Angela's warm lips close over his cockhead. «Angela — you can't! Not like this; not here, with them watching us. It — it's not right, and — ahh!»
Jerry knew the tremendous sensation the man was experiencing, the sweet hot caresses of suctioning lips and active tongue and the slippery linings of fluctuating cheeks. Lester stiffened out, his hands pawing helplessly at Angela's cascade of blond hair, but she was into her act then, eager to love him orally, and reveling in the flavor of a strange cock against her tongue.
Variety was the key, she had said, the different reactions, the newness, the never knowing exactly what the sensual response would be, but adoring it all. Changing around made it all better, never allowed a strong sexuality to grow weak or dull by having it turned into a habit.
«She's really eating him,» Debbie breathed, giving her cunt an extra spiral around Jerry's tool. «Now he's going to know what it feels like, know what I wanted to do to him years ago. And later, I'll show him that I can go down on him just as well. He may not be shocked now, even if he sees me taking your prick into my mouth, darling.»
He stroked her spread thighs. «You can always go over and get with them, you know.»
«Oh, I will,» she promised, «but first I want to see it all. We've always been such damned fools, so uptight about sex, my husband and me. But no more; never again.»
Wiggling now, Lester was digging his fingers into Angela's hair and thrusting up into her hungry mouth, pumping his meat deeply. He could get all of it in, Jerry saw, because of the shortness of his prick.
Angela's lips were wrapped tightly around the stem of the man's engorged rod, and her cheeks were dipping in and out; her hand cupped Lester's balls, and as she pumped her face up and down, Jerry could see his mother's firm tits nudging against Lester's thigh. Eyes closed, she concentrated upon giving the utmost pleasure, and Jerry knew that her educated tongue was now running wild, that she was working it over and around the cockhead, plunging the tip into his slit, sucking and letting go in a sweet rhythm.
Lifting slowly from Jerry's club, Debbie stood up. His cock plopped from the grip of her cunt lips, and a trickle of semen ran down the inside of her plump thigh. She stepped aside so she wouldn't block his view of the action on the couch, and moved step by hesitant step toward her husband and Angela there.
Jerry sat up and watched the woman go to her knees beside the couch, saw her looking down into her husband's face as his orgasm began to build swiftly. Humping into Angela's mouth, squirming in the intense stimulation of her eager lips, Lester was almost in a state of shock, but he realized that his wife was close and panted as he stared up at her.
«Go ahead and let it go in her mouth,» Debbie said. «She'll adore your semen, Les — and I'm happy for you both. Isn't it good for you, dear? Isn't it wild and crazy and wonderful, to feel her trying to suck your balls right out through the head of your prick?»
«Uuhh!» Lester grunted, and «Uuhh!» again, as his wife's mouth clamped suddenly and savagely upon his own. She was kissing him, tonguing him fiercely as another woman was tonguing his sensitive cockhead.
He groaned and his hips surged upward. Still hanging onto Angela's hair, Lester gasped into his own wife's mouth as his testicles contracted and another supply of foaming semen poured up through his shaft to geyser from the flexing knob, fountaining inside another woman's mouth.
The man was really unloading himself, Jerry thought. If Lester had a hangup about being eaten, it was gone now, pumped out of him with the fury of his climax. Jerry knew what was happening to the cockhead, too; it was being sucked dry, each gluey droplet pulled out and down Angela's avid throat, her tongue lapping and her cheeks still working in and out. His mother was thrilling the guy as he had never been inflamed before, making him wild as he realized how much she craved his thick vital fluids.
