Now Debbie was bending a little so that she could fondle the distended head of his ready prick, her face lifted so she could stare into her husband's stunned eyes, and Jerry felt that the woman was smiling every moment. He felt her woolly vulva touch against the end of his glans, felt the beat flowing from her trembling labia, and thought that Debbie was aroused as she had never been before, turned on by the presence of her husband and showing off for him.
Inch by slow, tantalizing inch, Debbie Carter lowered herself upon Jerry's iron-hard club, her pussy lips quivering open to stretch themselves over his dilated bulb. They were searingly hot and juicy, and when she slid gently downward along his shaft, Jerry heard her gasp with delight when the stiff meat fllled the narrow sleeve of her oily snatch. Her soft ass cheeks came down against his pelvic bone, and he was locked into the slick depths of her vagina.
Now he was able to reach the generous globes of her resilient breasts, and cupped them lovingly, his fingers rolling the erectile nipples while he nuzzled into the back of Debbie's neck where the black hair was silken and perfumed. Over her bare shoulder, he could see Lester's face; it was intent, the eyes focused upon the spread, glistening lips of his wife's cunt, upon the thick, round prick that made them elastic.
«Oohh,» Debbie moaned. «It feels so wonderful, filling my cunt like this. This young cock stretches me wide, Les — it doesn't leave an inch of my pussy untouched. Oohh! So good, so sexy, so hard and big — «
She rocked sideways upon his submerged tool, ground her crotch thrillingly against the stem of it, panting as she flipped her ass around in lascivious wheelings, and braced her hands upon her knees for better balance.
«Man,» Jerry sighed, «your wife really has a hot and juicy cunt, Mr. Carter. She's wringing my prick with it, and she's all greasy velvet inside, all slippery and hot. Her ass is soft and her tits feel great in my hands. Your wife is a fine piece of ass, man.»
Lester quivered, but it might have been because Angela was playing with the guy's upright prick Jerry thought. His mother was teasing the golden flood of her hair over the cockhead and probing long fingernails into the man's balls, but Lester didn't look away from his wife's spread thighs, from the way her grassy snatch was lifting and falling upon a strange cock.»
«Aren't they beautiful together?» Angela asked. «My son and your wife, Lester; they're loving each other so well, so sexily. Debbie really needs his prick, just as you needed my pussy. It's excitingly different for her, very thrilling. Have you ever seen her so aroused?»
«N — no,» the man muttered. «Not with me. She never talked like that, either, and she never sat on my prick that way. It was always in bed, with the lights out. But I don't have a cock anywhere near the size of your kid's, either.»
Jerry saw his mother bend down and gently kiss the knob of the man's cock. She said, «The size is great, I'll admit. But it isn't all, Lester. I came just as insanely upon your nice prick as I do on my boy's big one.»
As Debbie wriggled and humped, Jerry heard the other man say, «You what? You mean you — you've been fucking your own kid, too?»
«Of course,» Angela said throatily. «If I hadn't, neither you nor Debbie would be here now. I promised Mack I wouldn't screw around while he was gone, this time. But after your wife caught me balling Jerry, there wasn't anything else we could do; we had to bring you into the party. Aren't you glad, Lester? I know I am.»
Debbie grunted and heaved, churning her ass into Jerry's crotch, and he held lovingly to her tits while she pumped upon his buried prick. Lester was being clued in, having it all laid out for him, and that made it better, out in the open all the way.
Except for his father, Jerry thought; he had also made a promise to his dad — that he'd keep Angela satisfied and away from neighbor husbands so there wouldn't be a repeat of her last affair, the one that got her some messy publicity. Yet here they were, Angela kissing Mr. Carter's cockhead, and Mrs. Carter riding happily upon Jerry's hard meat. Damn, he thought; he'd let himself get so wrapped up in pussy that he'd done exactly what his father didn't want. But there had seemed no other way out, and one thing was certain — Debbie Carter wouldn't be naming his mom in a divorce action; the woman was enjoying his cock too much.
«Nice, young prick,» Debbie was crooning. «Oh — packing my cunt so well
— ahh, darling! Jerry, my lover — you sweet, horny boy. Ram that gorgeous cock deep — shove it to me, baby — ahh! Ahh! Lester — look, Les — I'm about to come, and so is he. In just a moment, he's going to shoot his boyish semen up inside your wife's burning pussy. And isn't it great? Isn't it — wooonderful!»
Squeezing down upon her pillowy tits, Jerry hunched into her quivering sac, plunging his flanged knob deep, shoving it up against the giving softness of her womb. When he let go, he thought his balls were going to crawl on up inside the woman's flowing vagina, too. The deluge of boiling come gushed powerfully up in her snatch, wetting down the cervix and clinging like white paste to the silken walls of her married pussy.
Debbie trembled as she felt the spurting of his juices, and gasped to her husband: «There it is! Oh, it's all rich and creamy — so much come sliding around inside my pussy; it's hot and syrupy, and I love to move around on his cockhead while it's still squirting. I love his semen, love it!»
On the couch, Lester Carter lifted his head and propped it upon a pillow, never looking away for a moment, more fascinated by his wife's hairy cunt than he had been since he first got into it himself, Jerry thought. Then the man shivered, because Angela had stopped simply kissing his cockhead and was now running her hot, wet tongue around the ridges, flicking the tip with deft, teasing motions. His mom was going to go down on Lester, Jerry knew, and remembered what he had heard from the guys wife, that neither of them had really eaten each other. This was going to be a first for Mr. Carter; he was about to get one hell of a fine head job.
Settling upon his buried shaft, Debbie leaned back against Jerry to watch, the edge gone from her original violent passions now, and intensely interested in what was about to happen to her husband. Jerry grooved on the scene, too, his prick flexing inside the woman's good, deep pussy and bathed with the mixed fluids of her lubrication and his own semen.
«W — wait!» Lester said, when he felt Angela's warm lips close over his cockhead. «Angela — you can't! Not like this; not here, with them watching us. It — it's not right, and — ahh!»
Jerry knew the tremendous sensation the man was experiencing, the sweet hot caresses of suctioning lips and active tongue and the slippery linings of fluctuating cheeks. Lester stiffened out, his hands pawing helplessly at Angela's cascade of blond hair, but she was into her act then, eager to love him orally, and reveling in the flavor of a strange cock against her tongue.
Variety was the key, she had said, the different reactions, the newness, the never knowing exactly what the sensual response would be, but adoring it all. Changing around made it all better, never allowed a strong sexuality to grow weak or dull by having it turned into a habit.
«She's really eating him,» Debbie breathed, giving her cunt an extra spiral around Jerry's tool. «Now he's going to know what it feels like, know what I wanted to do to him years ago. And later, I'll show him that I can go down on him just as well. He may not be shocked now, even if he sees me taking your prick into my mouth, darling.»
He stroked her spread thighs. «You can always go over and get with them, you know.»
«Oh, I will,» she promised, «but first I want to see it all. We've always been such damned fools, so uptight about sex, my husband and me. But no more; never again.»