Angela moved her best friend to the bed and eased her down upon it. Jerry could see the woman's tits heaving in arousal, the quivering of that rounded belly and the tremulous mound beneath all its shaggy hair.
Debbie said, «You — you're not going to stay here, are you? I never — Angela, I always make Lester put out the lights, and to have another woman, even my best friend — «
«Of course, I'm going to stay and see it,» Angela purred. «For years, I've been wondering what kind of lay you are, and now's my chance to find out. Besides, darling — we're going to be sharing my son, so we might as well get used to each other.»
Debbie closed her eyes, surrendering completely, and Angela motioned for Jerry to get with it. She lay down beside her friend, turning upon one side and propping her head on her hand. With the fingers of the other, she played lightly with Debbie's stiff nipples, flicking them daintily. «What lovely tits; Jerry will really enjoy sucking them.»
He climbed onto the bed, his pulses hammering and his belly tight. It was great enough, getting ready to have his hard cock sample an unknown snatch, but it was goovier yet to have his mom right there, watching. He didn't figure she would be able to keep out of it for long.
«Shall I go down on her first?» he asked, positioning himself between Debbie Carter's veed legs and staring down at the luxuriantly haired bush.
«I think so,» his mother whispered. «The poor girl has never really been loved orally, so do a good job, baby. You can fuck her after she's really been turned on by your eating her cunt. It's a gorgeous cunt, too — so hairy and plump.»
The guy was right next door, Jerry thought; the man who was supposed to kind of own this juicy pussy, and Lester Carter had no idea that it was about to be eaten. Smiling to himself, Jerry began to caress the still, lush body, cupping the melon breasts and feeling the hard nipples throb in his fingers.
Do a good job, his mom said, so Jerry forced himself to take his time. But when he lay down upon the softly giving body with all its plump curvings, Debbie's lips were quiet, unmoving, and he had to work his tongue between them. Her mouth tasted of whiskey and something else — a waiting sweetness, an almost fearful anxiety that was childlike. Had he been like that, the first time his mom kissed him passionately? She was married and much older than he; she had a girl almost his age, and she had been screwing her husband for a lot of years, yet here she was, frightened of getting something different on the side. That made him more eager, made him feel wise and strong and experienced.
So Jerry stopped tonguing her mouth and moved down to nibble her throat, to lick her ear. He felt a slight shudder of response deep within her body and caressed her large, pillowy tits. The nipple he drew into his mouth to lave with his tongue was very stiff, and he kneaded the globe below as he sucked upon it. After paying the same kind of attention to the other tit, he kissed a hot trail down her rib cage and to the upper sweep of her rose-olive belly.
Now his hands were sliding over her hips and along her ripe thighs, and his tongue worked lasciviously, wetly, over her finely textured skin. Moving down and across, he suddenly plunged his tongue into the place where her thigh joined Debbie's hip, corkscrewing it there. The woman bucked in reflex, her lush hips swinging and her back arching violently as the strange sensation flamed through her aroused body. While she was still twisting, Jerry plunged his face into the thrillingly haired snatch pulsating between her plump thighs.
He heard Debbie gasp in shock as his mouth burrowed deeply into the fragrant thatch, and realized that her cunt hair was quite different from his mother's. Angela's pubic hair was long and silken, ringleted in gold; Debbie's pussy covering was wiry, springy, and layered thickly, plus being black as a rainy midnight.
Jerry drove his tongue into her labia, forcing it quickly and avidly between those juicy lips and deeply into the jellied velvet of her hole, eager to taste her love fluids, to know the exotic flavors of a strange cunt. The woman's crotch jerked and fell, and he licked avidly into her gash, sucked her cunt lips into his teeth, and worried them like a puppy mauling fresh meat.
«Oh lord, oh lord!» Debbie panted. «He — he's not just kissing it, like Lester does — he's really eating it! Uuhh! Oh! I can't stand it, can't take it — it's too much; too much!»
Finding her clitoris hidden beneath a rich hooding of sensitive flesh, Jerry drilled his tongue against the vibrant nubbin, and was rewarded by the sudden, quick lunging of Debbie's crotch into his teeth. Lapping furiously, tickling and sucking, he dug his fingers into the resilient cheeks of the woman's full ass and ate happily.
She churned her pelvis and ground her hairy snatch to him, her ass swinging and rocking. See-sawing her pussy into his mouth, Debbie cried out throatily that she was coming, coming, before her voice was suddenly cut off, muffled into groans by something. When the violent waves of her seething climax subsided, Jerry lifted his dripping face and looked up the length of the plush naked body to see his mother passionately kissing Debbie's mouth.
Chapter 7
Jerry couldn't wait; seeing his mom tongue-kissing another woman made him hotter than ever, and as he watched her cup one of Debbie's generous breasts, he climbed high between the woman's wide-spread thighs and aimed his swollen cockhead down into the thick brush of her steaming pussy. He could see the cunt lips now, all greasy and inflamed by the eating he had given them, looking juicy and appetizing.
His flanged knob pressed down through the shielding fur and snuggled its blunt, leaking tip against the ineffable softness of Debbie's labia. They were blazing, and he quivered as he pushed his ballooned cockhead hard into them. He felt the woman's body quake, felt the immediate response of her crotch as it lifted to accept him.
Sparing a glance at the way his mom was squeezing her friend's big tits, at the way she was avidly kissing the gasping mouth, Jerry pushed more strongly, and felt his bulb slide into the hot, soapy embrace of Debbie Carter's pussy. It felt as wonderful as it had tasted, all shuddering and deep around his shaft, and Jerry plunged his club deeper, reaching all the way back, all the way up into the tight satin clinging of the new snatch.
She jerked as he touched bottom, when his ridged knob came to rest against the spongy cup of her cervix, and her vagina gripped his buried prick like a sizzling, slippery glove with many rippling fingers. Jerry wiggled it there for a long, breathless moment, then began to draw it back for another thrilling stroke.
Debbie's hungry cunt followed, trying desperately to hold his club locked within its juicy basket, squirmin around his withdrawing cock and building up a powerful suction. He pulled back until only her avid pussy lips were clinging to the flanges of his bulb, then shoved the thick length of it all back into the liquid depths of that wondrously salved snatch.
She felt just as tight as his mom, her cunt almost as rich, and she was using that searing hole as if she had just discovered the pleasures of fucking. Her pussy was greedy, gulping at his prick, hidden muscles squeezing down upon the head when he buried it, releasing him so he could slide back and forth into the hot oils that were flowing so copiously within that exciting sheath.
Ripping her mouth from his mom's, the woman gasped, «Oh! Oh! Your thing is packing me so tightly — your cock! Oh yes, that marvelous, tremendous young cock. There — I said it, and I'll say prick and how it's thrilling my cunt. Oh — uuhh! Darling boy, beautiful boy — oh, fuck me, fuck me!»