«All for you,» Angela said, and climbed long-legged onto the couch, pushing him down gently upon his back, so that the man's eager shaft stood straight up. «Let me do it all, Lester.»
All the guy could do was nod, his eyes wide and his prick bobbing hungrily. Behind the chair, Jerry came to his knees and reached around for Debbie's hand. The woman jumped at the touch, but instantly realized who he was. He drew her hand back and placed it upon his dilated cockhead as they watched his mother and her husband on the verge of fucking each other. It was groovy for Jerry, because the guy had no idea his wife was feeling another prick at the time.
Lester was mesmerized by the sleek body poised above him, the slender, polished thighs widespread to expose the golden wonder of Angela's lustrous mound and the dewy pinkness of her cunt lips. His hands went trembling up to take her slim waist, and she wrapped one hand around his cock, holding it still as she brought her hairy crotch slowly down.
When the silken hairs touched the tip of the man's prick, Jerry thought Lester would leap off the couch, but he settled back as Angela wriggled her smooth ass and pressed her humid labia against his knob. It slid eagerly up into her hot sheath, inch by expanded inch, until she was sitting against his pelvis, until only his balls were outside the slippery marvel of her practiced cunt.
Humping into Debbie's hand, Jerry dug the scene, watching his mother's gorgeous ass shift back and forth so the man's cock was rolled lasciviously around inside her snatch. He had seen his dad's prick slipping in and out of that magic box, and knew the sensations it could bring to his own stiff meat; now he was observing a new rod pumping into his mom's precious pussy, and could see that she was enjoying it, that the newness was thrilling her. And he realized that possibly she was turned on even more, knowing the man's wife was seeing every grind of her crotch, each voluptuous spiral of her ass.
Debbie's hand suddenly whipped from his cock, and Jerry blinked in surprise, until he saw that she was tearing off her clothing, flinging the pants suit into the air as she got naked. Her big, soft tits were heaving, their nipples standing out brown and hard.
Over on the couch, Angela was really laying it to Lester, her belly wheeling and dipping, one hand behind the man's head as she fed a nipple into his suctioning mouth. The cheeks of her satiny ass tightened and let go, and she had her knees drawn up high, rocking and seesawing upon the engorged meat buried inside her driving pussy.
Lester hung on, stroking back with frantic liftings of his pelvis, reaching up into the juicy glory of that wildly spasming vagina he had dreamed about. The wet, sexy, noises became louder, and Jerry could hear their bellies slap together, hear the rasping of their breath and the moans of his mother as she drew near to her orgasm with this new lover.
«Fuck him!» Debbie hissed from the chair, squeezing hard upon both her naked breasts. «Fuck him, Angela — make him come in you!»
And blindly, she pawed back for another grip upon another prick, one that Jerry happily slid into her fingers. He didn't take his eyes from the furiously screwing pair on the couch, and when his mother trembled and threw back her head in ecstasy, he knew she had come. Lester's balls jerked upward only a split second later, and the man dug his fingers into the smooth cheeks of Angela's ass as he strained his crotch to hers and fired the wad of his semen up into her shuddering cunt.
His mom loved the feel of hot jism spurting into her, Jerry thought, loved it any way she could get it, and he was glad for her now. And now Lester Carter couldn't say a damned thing about his wife balling another guy, even a young kid, because he'd never want to be deprived of his new, enthralling pussy.
Chapter 9
Debbie's hand drew Jerry around the chair, and he stood uncertainly as the woman held onto his stiff prick. There on the couch, Lester Carter's shaft was still embedded to the balls within Angela's golden pussy, and the guy was panting hard, his red-haired chest rising and falling almost as fast as his cock had been, moments ago.
But Jerry still felt a little nervous, to be standing naked with the man's wife tugging upon his swollen rod. He didn't resist though, when Debbie slid from the big leather chair and pushed him down onto the seat. She balanced upon her widespread feet, staring at her husband and Angela, fondling her own heavy breasts, fingering the stiff nipples and rolling her plush hips from side to side in an intriguing motion.
«You did it,» she said to her husband. «You fucked Angela, and did a good job of it, too.»
Lester rolled his head to look at his wife, blinking as he saw she was naked, his hand still cradling another woman's slim ass. «Y — yes I did. But remember, you asked me to do it.»
Sliding her head down over her mellow body, Debbie said, «Yes, and I enjoyed it as much as you did. I got a thrill out of seeing you two screw, out of watching my husband stick big cock into my best friend's pussy — even though you haven't balled me in more than a month.»
For the first time, Lester seemed to focus upon Jerry, looking beyond his wife to where Jerry sat in the chair, with his huge prick tall and thick as a fence post.
«There's somebody else — it's the kid; it's Jerry! Has he been there all this time?» Lester let go Angela's ass and seemed to shrink, but there was no place to hide.
«Yes,» his wife answered, her flngers playing down into the rich hairing of her opulent mound, and her hips rolled faster, more erotically. «Yes, Jerry watched you pour the prick to his mother, just as you're about to see him slide that gigantic young meat into your wife's hot cunt.»
«Debbie — you really mean — «
«Damned right,» she said. «You'll have to get used to a lot of things from now on, Les, starting with this.»
Jerry saw that his mom was beginning to lift her crotch, and saw the agile shifting of her buttocks as she moved the man's shaft out of her sweet pussy. Lester must have thrown one hell of a wad, he thought. When the inflamed knob came into view, it was still leaking semen; a trickle of white fluid was draining down the reddened staff to puddle around the base.
Angela sat up then and moved along the couch lifting the man's knees and placing them across her lap. She looked more wonderful than ever to Jerry; right after she had been fucked her skin glowed, and there was a deep inner radiance to her, an exceptionally sultry look to her face. She said to Lester, «Relax, darling, and watch them. It's good for all of us.»
The guy had no choice, Jerry thought, his eyes now upon the well- cushioned cheeks of Debbie Carter's olive-skinned ass as they gyrated sensuously before him; Lester couldn't deny his wife the same fun he'd just had.
Debbie was glorying in her newly released sensuality, going full blast, blazing hot because of the coupling she had seen, and eager to show her husband what a great piece of ass she could also be, to someone else. Her rounded flesh was all trembling, her heavy tits swinging as she swayed and humped, her fingers teasing into her own cunt.
«Look at the size of this boy's wonderful prick,» she said. «Isn't it terrific, Les? At first, I didn't think I would be able to get all that gorgeous meat up into my pussy, but I did. When I screwed him before, Jerry just about fucked me into a faint. Watch me take him on again, Les — watch me ride his cock.»
She backed toward him, and Jerry spread his legs as he lifted his hands to put them upon her hips. She didn't lower her crotch upon his upright pole right away, so he reached around and played with the shaggy, wiry mound of her pulsing cunt. He wondered what her old man thought of that, seeing another guy caressing his wife's lush snatch, cupping the humid mound and fingering down into the hot, rubbery lips that Lester himself had fucked so many times.