Swirling and lashing her tongue around his pulsing rod of flesh, Jo Ann made it expand until it was like a hot steam pipe ready to burst inside her massaging mouth. Feeling it throb suddenly, she dug her fingernails into his hips like talons. Her cheeks hollowed, her lips clenched around his cock-head tightly, and she waited.
In a few seconds it happened.
The sucking on his balls and cock by the two luscious women had excited Moss' body to fever pitch. Now, finally, his aching prick flexed once, twice, and the hot seething sperm stored in the very depths of his balls suddenly burst out with a fury.
Tilting his head back, Moss roared like a lion, pulling Jo Ann's face tighter and tighter against his exploding cock. Flaming jets of cum spewed out into her hotly working mouth like fountains of exploding lava. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed and her head worked back and forth over his frantically jerking cock. Her tongue swirled around its spending thickness to suck it dry to the very last ounce. The fiery liquid shot deep into her throat, and her Adam's apple bobbed wildly as she labored to swallow every hot drop.
At the same time, his wife teased his emptying balls, her tongue licking savagely as he continued to shoot his load into Jo Ann's mouth. She could feel the hotly squirming liquid surging inside him, pumping up from his balls through the quivering meat of his cock.
Moss felt a tremendous aching inside his loins as the last ounce of fiery jism poured from his prick deep into the wide open mouth of the woman who had been so frenziedly sucking him. Finally, he groaned and released his grip on her hair, letting her fall backward on the floor, her throat still gulping as she swallowed the last of his cum. He moved forward slightly, his balls slipping wetly out of his wife's encircling mouth, and crumpled down in between Jo Ann's widespread thighs, resting his head on her belly in total exhaustion.
"Now you've done it, Jo Ann," Jennie complained. "Just when I was getting excited! That wasn't fair of you at all, he's not good for anything now!"
She sprawled out on the floor beside the other two, her legs splayed open, her nipples rising taut and excited from her firmly rounded tits. Her hand was sliding down between her thighs and brushing over the curly mass of her pubic hair.
"I know what you mean," Jo Ann answered. "I wish we had another man here. I'm hot all over again!"
"I know where we could find another man," Jennie said. "And I'll bet he's real hot to go."
"Where?" Jo Ann asked, suddenly interested.
"Over at your apartment."
"At my place? But who…"
And then she smiled. She realized just who Jennie was referring to. "How did you know?"
"I didn't," Jennie giggled. "I was just hoping."
Young Paul Henderson stared at his mother, and at the beautiful woman with her, in astonishment. He could hardly believe his ears or his eyes. Jennie and his mother had come into his bedroom, stark naked, and announced that they were both going to fuck and suck him.
At first he had been embarrassed by the presence of the strange lady. But now, with Jennie whispering in his ear about how much she wanted to fuck him, and his mother running her soft hand up and down his hard cock, he could only think of one thing – getting both of them at once.
Jo Ann removed her hand from his prick as Jennie pressed her body close to him. "You're so well hung for a young boy," she purred. "Do you like to fuck?"
"I love it!" Paul said, then looked at his mother. She smiled and nodded. "We fucked last night."
"I know. Your mother told me. Did you like that?"
Paul nodded.
Jennie had never thought about fucking a boy so young before. But now that she was about to do it, she found the thrill of anticipation as much, or even pester, than fucking an older man.
She was slightly taller than Paul, and as she sidled herself sexily against him, his prick fit perfectly between her thighs, the pointed tip coursing upwards into her cunt.
Slowly, she released his hand, giving the boy freedom to move it wherever he liked. She put her arms around him, pressing her fingers into the smooth back and drawing him near into a tight embrace.
Immediately, Paul nestled his head on the woman's shoulders and placed both hands on the checks of her ass. She felt his hand beginning to explore her, rubbing and fondling at the generous flesh of her buttocks, opening and closing the globes. A strong sexual excitement awakened in her as the young boy caressed her so intimately.
She stroked his back, running her fingers firmly over his taut skin. He was well-built, his shoulders muscular and hard-fleshed, his back straight and powerful.
His hands were now opening her buttocks as wide as possible, giving his fingers access to the cleft between the cheeks. But the boy was making no attempt to penetrate her asshole. Instead, he was deliberately teasing her, rubbing his fingers as near as possible to the hole without actually touching it.
Feeling her cunt growing moist and hot, Jennie wiggled her hips in an up-and-down motion, pressing against his prick insistently.
It seemed to grow even larger, sticking fiercely into the softness of her crotch and pulsating with a life of its own. Jennie carefully opened her thighs, making the boyish cock dig more securely into the lips of her crack. She cried to her friend, "I want to fuck him! Jesus, Jo Ann, I want to fuck your son!"
"Go ahead. Yes, Paul, fuck her," Jo Ann said. "I want to watch you fuck her!"
Jennie pushed the boy to the side of the bed where she could reach and fondle his cock. She made an O with her forefinger and thumb, then fit the circle over the top of his prick and tightened it. Slowly and tantalizingly, Jennie began to fuck him, rubbing gently and easily down the scorching rod until she heard the boy panting with desire.
Then her greedy mouth could wait no longer for pleasure. She thrust the tender tip of his cock between her lips, forcing him to fall across her face, his belly resting against her cheek.
She sucked wildly on his prick, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips had closed around its base. Paul's prick was smaller than her husband's, but Jennie was far from disappointed.
In fact, she found that her passion was intensified by the knowledge that her mouth was filled with a prick which was still not completely mature. Her senses swam with sensual pleasure as she revolved the shaft in her hot, wet mouth, licking with her sleek tongue up and down the fleshy knob.
Her concentration on the boy's prick was so complete that she was totally unaware of the fact that Jo Ann was fingering her cunt. But when the woman crooked her finger and began to touch gently over her clitoris, Jennie shivered with passion. A warm, flowing sensation passed through her belly, a kind of fluid mellowness which made her feel dreamy and acutely aware of her sexuality all at the same time.
Jo Ann, judging Jennie's reactions perfectly, focused her attention on her throbbing clit, rubbing the red button with the edge of her fingernail and making it flick up and down. She wanted Paul to fuck Jennie before either of them reached an orgasm. She was anxious to see her son fuck another woman; it became an all-consuming passion in her mind.
She pulled and tuned until Paul's body was atop Jennie's. Then she positioned herself at their side.
"Can I really fuck her, Mother?" Paul asked.
"Yes, baby, yes!" Jo Ann replied, her on eyes on fire with voyeuristic lust. "You'll fuck her good, baby, and Mommy will show you how!"
She pushed her hand between their bodies, feeling for her son's prick. Taking his cum-dripping cock between her fingers, she aimed it like an arrow toward Jennie's writhing pussy. Working the head against the wet, puffy lips, Jo Ann felt them split and accept her son's dick.
"Oh… ohhh, yessss! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me with that cock!"