He was wearing white underwear.
His prick tented the cotton briefs, dragging the elastic out from his belly. The outline of his cock was clear beneath the white cotton, and his balls filled the crotch to overflowing. There was a damp patch where his cockhead was leaking. Catherine licked her lips. He was still lapping at her tits.
Bending down, she blew her hot breath onto his prick, through his cotton briefs, causing the white-clad lump to throb and pulsate. She ran her fingers up his prickstalk and stroked the cock-knob. She cupped his balls, lifting slightly, as if trying to judge how heavy they were and how much jism they contained.
She drew away from him and slid to the floor, kneeling. She drew his jeans down and pulled them from his feet. The boy gave a moan of unbridled lust. He was really going to get his cock sucked! Unless she was a cockteaser. That possibility caused him to tremble. But Catherine certainly didn't act like a cockteaser. She seemed to be as excited as he was, as eager to get on with the cock-sucking.
Johnny stretched out, legs spread, feet on the floor with Catherine kneeling between his thighs.
She was rubbing his prick again, through his shorts.
Then she tugged the elastic band out wide and drew his shorts down, baring his cock.
She pulled the cotton briefs off.
She gazed adoringly at his naked cock and balls.
As if her gaze was physically stroking his cock, his big cockrod began to jerk and throb.
Catherine looked up at his face.
He looked back at her. He was looking at her over the head of his prick.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Johnny?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.
He started to speak. No words came out. He gulped, then nodded his head.
A blow-job! Why, that was maybe even better than getting fucked, he thought. It was dirtier.
He was amazed that Joanne's mother was a cock-sucker. He had never imagined that normal, proper women sucked pricks, especially the pricks of strangers – yet, she was licking her lips and it was evident that, not only would she do it, but that she actually wanted to suck his cock. The gorgeous woman looked hungry for his prick!
"Shall I take your big cock in my mouth, you sweet boy?" she whispered.
"Yes," he rasped.
"Would you like to shoot in my mouth, Johnny? Shall I milk your cock and drink your hot cum?"
"Oh, God – yes!"
"Ummm – your prick looks yummy." She leaned down.
She started licking his balls.
"Ooooh!" she sighed. "Your balls are full of cum, aren't they, Johnny? Your cock wants to come in my mouth."
She began tonguing up his cocklance, tracing along the fat, dark ventral vein. She licked up to the prick-knob, then began to run her hot tongue all around his cockhead. She purred with pleasure, loving the taste, the texture, the hardness and the heat as his cockhead flared under her skilled tongue. She licked back down his prickrod, then up again. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the moist, parted cleft of his cock-knob. A drop of spunk oozed out. Catherine gave a little whimper and tongued it up.
Johnny watched, amazed, as she let the globule slip around on her tongue, then drank it down.
"Oh, your cum is delicious!" she whispered. "I can't wait to drink your hot load – I'm starving for your jism, Johnny."
She placed her lips against the head of his prick and lowered her face slowly, feeding his cockmeat into her mouth inch by inch. Her lips collared his prick and her tongue glided around under his cock as it went in. She took his whole throbbing prickrod into her face, going down until her chin brushed against his balls and her mouth nestled in his wiry pubic hair and his cock vanished into her mouth, the thick root clamped in her compressed lips and the fat cock-knob lodging in her throat.
She pulled up, sucking through every inch of his prick.
Johnny gurgled.
She went down again.
Johnny had often thought about how wonderful it must feel to fuck into a girl's mouth, but the reality was far better than he had ever imagined.
Catherine was an artist of a cock-sucker. She worked slowly and steadily, her head rising and falling on his cock, sucking and slurping and using her nimble tongue. His sweet, virginal cockmeat was succulent. She hungered for his cum, but she was in no hurry to get it. She was enjoying the prickmeat course before she drank the sweet dessert.
She was crazed with lust, now. The knowledge that the cock fucking her mouth had never been sucked before added a new thrill to the act. The anticipation of drinking the first load that the boy ever poured into a mouth turned her on. She drooled down his prick. Saliva poured down the cockshaft as her compressed lips sucked up to the pricktip. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips turned outwards as she sucked with loving concentration.
She kept thinking: Oh! This sweet young prick needs a good, long sucking! And she was making herself even hotter by that thought.
Johnny began to hump up from the couch, fucking into her face as she bobbed down.
His prick was swollen hugely, ready to blow. Gasping, he groaned, "I'm gonna – gonna…"
"Feed the cock to me, Johnny," she urged. "Shoot your sweet, thick jism into my hot mouth…"
The boy's balls convulsed.
Catherine's head was going down.
She felt his cockshaft swell, and then her mouth was suddenly filled with cum. She gasped and gulped his cum down, taking his cockhead back into her throat as he spilled a second hot spurt of jism, then a third. Her head kept going up and down, never missing a stroke, as she gulped his spunk down voraciously and kept sucking for more.
In the potency of his youth, he was pouring a flood of jism into her mouth. It seemed as if she were swallowing gallons of his tasty own. It hit the back of her throat as if squirted from a high-pressure hose. Slippery streams of cum poured into her cheeks. He whitewashed her tonsils and the roof of her mouth. Cum overflowed her sucking lips and bubbled out as her head rose up his prickrod. Going down again, she slurped it back in, not wasting a drop, swallowing every precious bit of the savory sauce of the boy's cock.
At last, he stopped fucking her mouth. Catherine continued to bob her head up and down until she was certain that he as not going to shoot any more cum, and then she used her tongue to lap his prick sparkling clean.
She smiled up at him.
"Well? Did you like it?" she asked. "It was great," he said. "It was wonderful!"
"I'll suck you lots of times, Johnny," Catherine said. "Whenever you feel horny, you can come to see me. You can date Joanne and you can fuck me in the mouth. Or in the cunt."
Johnny's prick was still hard, despite his ejaculation.
When he heard those words, his cock began to throb again.
"Do you want to fuck my cunt, Johnny?"
"Jeez – yeah!"
"Now?"
"Yeah! Yeah!"
"Why don't we go up to the bedroom, you dear boy," she said. "I want to fuck you in my husband's bed."
Johnny nodded. They prepared to go up to bed.
And upstairs, staring down at them, Joanne felt as if she might faint.
CHAPTER TEN
Watching her mother suck her boyfriend, Joanne was overcome by manifold sensations and emotions. She was intrigued and fascinated, jealous and envious, angry and frustrated.
She wanted to suck that sweet cock, herself. She was hungry for a mouthful of cock and yet, despite that, she was still able to enjoy the voyeuristic thrill and the vicarious pleasure as she watched her mother suck Johnny's prick.
She saw the woman's lips pull and drag on his cockmeat and she saw the great creamy fountain of his jism as it spurted into the woman's mouth – and the sight drove her wild.