belly flexing as she felt the burrowing of his tongue and the avid suction he was applying to her vagina.
«Ummm,» she said. «Your mother really taught you how to eat a woman's pussy, darling. Ahh! When you tickle my clit like that, I want to pull your entire head up inside my cunt.»
Probing and corkscrewing his tongue, Jerry drilled it into her clitoral hood, lapped it over her quivering clit, and drew the vibrant little erection into his teeth. Her flowing juices filled his mouth, and he allowed them to slide hotly down his throat. He stroked her surging ass, and wondered if her daughter's pussy would be as richly oiled, or if younger chicks didn't have as much fluid.
It was terrific, to be eating this pussy while the woman's husband watched, to be gobbling into this delicious snatch as the man's prick hardened at the sight.
«First your mother,» Debbie panted, «and now you — eating my pussy, making me grind and shake my ass like this. Oh! You're chewing on my clit, Jerry! It's so wild — so thrilling — l'm about to come, dear. I'm just — about — to — cooome!»
After she had shuddered frantically against his siphoning mouth, after her steaming pussy had slowed its sensuous gyrations, Jerry lifted his smeared face from the hairy mound and kissed up the line of fur that led to her belly button. When he was at her big, round breasts, he found a nipple to suck, and felt with his distended cockhead for the twitching lips of her padded cunt.
Slipping his knob between them, he thrust deeply into Debbie's plush hole, feeling for the end of the sheath that stretched so tightly around his shaft. Looking over at Lester, he saw the guy's rod lifting, the head, spreading itself like a purplish hood.
«Hot pussy,» he said then, «and my cock packs it to the limit. Your wife really digs this hard meat, man; see how she's grinding and humping on it? She's really a fine piece of ass, and not just because she's juicy and hot inside, but because she really loves to fuck, really digs having a stiff prick in her snatch.»
Nodding, Lester stared at the engorged pole sliding in and out of the sizzling depths of his wife's cunt. Jerry pumped it faster, stronger, sledging his knob home and slapping his dangling balls into the fleecy cleft of the woman's whiplashing ass. She sobbed as she came this time, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying his face between her fabulous breasts while her hips rocked him back, and forth.
When the searing waves of her orgasm subsided a bit, Jerry eased his thick tool from the slippery clamp of her wet cunt lips and rubbed the greasy head over Debbie's tremulous belly. To her husband, he said, «Her pussy is yours now, man. Eat it or fuck it, whichever you want.»
Lester moved slowly, fascinated by seeing another man's prick massaging itself between his wife's abundant tits, climbing in between her spread legs and holding his own shaft tightly in one hand. Debbie raised her head so that she could kiss the tip of Jerry's cock, but he found that he wanted to see her fucked, too, and the position he found himself in, straddling her warm body, was uncomfortable when he had to look back over one shoulder. So he shifted, swung himself off her and moved around so that he could pillow her face upon his lap.
Stroking her shining black hair, he looked down the length of her wriggling body to see Lester pushing his spongy cockhead into Debbie's mossy snatch. Because she was so hot, because she had been loosened by the fucking Jerry had given her, the man's rod eased into her quickly, burying itself to the hilt with a single hungry thrust, and his dark reddish hair mixed with her stormy black hair.
Debbie was licking at the knob of Jerry's prick, running her red tongue around it and enjoying the flavor of her own snatch as well as the taste of his meat. Drilling the tip of her tongue into the slot, she moaned and suddenly clamped her lips around the entire widened bulb, to pull it far back into her eager mouth.
Lester was watching the action closely, while he fed his tool back and forth into the boiling sleeve of his wife's lush pussy, and the woman was shared between them. She was taking care of both their sexual needs, and reveling in the dual loving she was getting in return. Her body rolled and she arched her back, lifting her crotch to ride her husband's plunging rod as she sucked lustily upon her lover's young cock.
She's going to get come into her at both ends,» Jerry said, his pulses racing. «You'll fill her pussy with your semen and I'll pump mine down her throat. Man, your wife loves to eat it, too; she's sucking hard on my knob and running her tongue all over it, and her mouth is as hot as her cunt.»
Grunting, Lester banged solidly into his wife's flexing snatch. «Yeah, yeah — she's a beautiful sexy bitch, isn't she? She fucks better now than ever before. Feed the meat to her, boy — fire your load into her mouth!»
Taking the woman's head in both hands, Jerry eased up and down into her greedy mouth, watching the same movement below as her husband fucked her there. Debbie moaned around his cockhead, and when her body stiffened out, when her heels drummed upon the mattress, he knew she was coming. She chewed down softly upon his prick, and struggled to force the flanged head down the velvet cavern of her throat.
Jerry shivered and dug his fingers into her black hair as his balls leaped. The explosion of his come was furious, filling the woman's mouth at the same time that her husband gasped and reached his own orgasm.
Chapter 13
When Jerry sneaked off the bed, Debbie was giving her husband a blow job, and the guy was just beginning to angle his body, folding it around so that he would be able to get at her snatch with his mouth. They didn't need him right now, and he was interested in finding out what was happening next door.
Grabbing his robe, he pulled it on and went to his own room to find slippers. In the kitchen, he glanced at the clock and figured that Mary Carter should be home by now, and his mother ought to be making her move with the girl. Clicking the door behind him, he hurried across the driveway, then the short stretch of grass that separated the homes. The night was dark and moonless, and Jerry was glad of the cover it provided. It wouldn't do for some of the neighbors to wonder why the hell people were flitting back and forth like this, without being all dressed up.
He tried the back door and the knob turned in his hand. There was light filtering down the hall from the living room, so he followed it quietly and stood just inside the archway, peering around. He saw his mother sitting languorously upon the couch, her long legs stretched out and the dressing gown fallen away to expose the alabaster grace of her thighs. She had her head back against the upper part of a sofa, and her face turned toward the small, cute girl sitting at the other end.
Jerry eyed the kid, the way her jeans snugged small but shapely hips and legs, the little apples of her breasts hinted at by a thin shirt. She looked great, that red hair flaming out around a pert, cameo face. But if you didn't take a second look he thought, you might figure she was too young for anything, just a little kid. Mary Carter was very small, all over, a couple of inches shorter than his own five feet in height, and she weighed possibly seventy-five pounds. He wondered if Lester Carter could be right, if his huge cock might not be able to work itself into what must also be a tiny young pussy.
If she was a cherry, it would be more difficult; her girlish cunt would never have been stretched around a guy's meat; it would be very tight, and he remembered something about a hymen that would have to be broken. That would hurt her, he thought, and bit his lips. As much as Jerry would like to be the very first to fuck this attractive little girl, he had to admit that it would be a lot better for her father to do it, or his own dad.
His mother was talking now, her voice low and sultry and intimate. «I told them you were no child, Mary. But parents have a blind spot when it comes to their kids. I was that way with Jerry, you know — not recognizing that he was fully developed, with powerful urges of his own.»
Mary's hands were knotted in her lap, and she seemed edgy as she answered, «He — he has? I mean, I was beginning to wonder about him. He never — we never even tried to — oh, I feel all mixed up, talking to you about this. I was so surprised when I came home to find you here, and my parents gone. And the way you've been hinting around about something mysterious going on-«
«Okay,» Angela said then, «let's put it all up front. What I've been working up to is — well, you're no child, and neither is my son. You're both sexually mature, as grown up in that way as me, or Lester and Debbie. The question is, are you emotionally mature, too. And the next question is: are you a virgin?»
Jerry saw Mary's chin jerk up and her green eyes go wide. «What — why do you — «
«I don't care,» Angela said, «but your parents do; at least, your father is fretting about it, and not for the usual uptight reasons. He's worrying if you can take a man's cock, without being hurt.»
Amazingly, Mary laughed, the sound like tinkling silver bells. «Oh wow! That's a hell of a thing to say. I mean,
