Wiggling now, Lester was digging his fingers into Angela's hair and thrusting up into her hungry mouth, pumping his meat deeply. He could get all of it in, Jerry saw, because of the shortness of his prick.
Angela's lips were wrapped tightly around the stem of the man's engorged rod, and her cheeks were dipping in and out; her hand cupped Lester's balls, and as she pumped her face up and down, Jerry could see his mother's firm tits nudging against Lester's thigh. Eyes closed, she concentrated upon giving the utmost pleasure, and Jerry knew that her educated tongue was now running wild, that she was working it over and around the cockhead, plunging the tip into his slit, sucking and letting go in a sweet rhythm.
Lifting slowly from Jerry's club, Debbie stood up. His cock plopped from the grip of her cunt lips, and a trickle of semen ran down the inside of her plump thigh. She stepped aside so she wouldn't block his view of the action on the couch, and moved step by hesitant step toward her husband and Angela there.
Jerry sat up and watched the woman go to her knees beside the couch, saw her looking down into her husband's face as his orgasm began to build swiftly. Humping into Angela's mouth, squirming in the intense stimulation of her eager lips, Lester was almost in a state of shock, but he realized that his wife was close and panted as he stared up at her.
«Go ahead and let it go in her mouth,» Debbie said. «She'll adore your semen, Les — and I'm happy for you both. Isn't it good for you, dear? Isn't it wild and crazy and wonderful, to feel her trying to suck your balls right out through the head of your prick?»
«Uuhh!» Lester grunted, and «Uuhh!» again, as his wife's mouth clamped suddenly and savagely upon his own. She was kissing him, tonguing him fiercely as another woman was tonguing his sensitive cockhead.
He groaned and his hips surged upward. Still hanging onto Angela's hair, Lester gasped into his own wife's mouth as his testicles contracted and another supply of foaming semen poured up through his shaft to geyser from the flexing knob, fountaining inside another woman's mouth.
The man was really unloading himself, Jerry thought. If Lester had a hangup about being eaten, it was gone now, pumped out of him with the fury of his climax. Jerry knew what was happening to the cockhead, too; it was being sucked dry, each gluey droplet pulled out and down Angela's avid throat, her tongue lapping and her cheeks still working in and out. His mother was thrilling the guy as he had never been inflamed before, making him wild as he realized how much she craved his thick vital fluids.
Debbie lifted her face as her husband panted for air, and murmured, «Wasn't that lovely, dear? When you're all rested, I'll do that to you, also. Jerry taught me how; I've gone down on his big cock the same way.»
Letting go of Angela's hair, Lester sagged his head against the sofa pillow. «I don't think I can move.»
«Sure you can,» his wife said softly. «You're going to be surprised at all you can do — and how long you can do it. Just think: already you've come twice, in a matter of minutes, and when we all get going together, I can guarantee that you'll get another hard-on, quick. Oh Les — it's just so fantastic.»
Jerry agreed; looking at the three naked bodies so close together and picturing what might happen when he joined them, he agreed that it was fantastic.
Chapter 10
Lester Carter was high. But Jerry thought the man was as stoned on sex as he was on bourbon; the boozing had started out as a cover-up for Lester's embarrassment, a shield for what was left of his hangups. But now he was ready to try just about anything, more at ease with himself and the other naked people around him.
He sat back on the couch with a half a hard-on, a tall glass in one hand, and no longer turning to one side or using a sofa pillow to hide his genitals. Angela was on one side, and his wife on the other, both of them looking beautiful and sensuous. Jerry was back in his father's big chair, just as glad that he didn't need alcohol to get himself turned on.
Shaking his head, Lester said, «I never would have believed it. I mean, it's so fantastic, to think that I'm actually sitting here, that my neighbor's lovely wife just balled me, and at the insistence of my own wife. The entire situation gets more weird when I remember seeing Debbie take that big cock over there — and not only watching her get fucked, but enjoying the sight. Pretty soon, I'm going to wake up.»
Angela laughed softly. «Not unless you want to, Lester; not unless you really want to go back to your old sex life, and climb back down into that rut you and Debbie were in.»
«No way,» Debbie said emphatically. «If my husband does that, he can damned well do it without me. I've never known what screwing was really like, never had the chance to let myself go. Now I'm being honest with myself, and I'm not about to go back to lying and pretending I'm not all that sensuous, or any of that crap. When I want to fuck I'm going to fuck.»
They looked great together, Jerry thought — the red-headed guy in the middle, muscled up and excited, the guys naked wife, firm and rounded, with those great, soft tits and the marvelous, heavily haired mound so black and beautiful; and Jerry's mother, sleek and slender, yet with high, full breasts and svelte hips, the glory of her golden snatch like a pile of curly sunshine, her legs willowy and supple and intimately beguiling.
Lester said then, «I didn't mean I don't enjoy all this, dear. I do, more than anything. I'll admit that I've always wanted to know what it was like, to get in between Angela's long legs, but I never went so far as to imagine she would go down on me. It's just — oh hell; how does a guy justify it to himself, getting a kick out of his own wife being rammed by a huge, young prick?»
Angela said, «You don't have to justify anything, Lester. What you feel is right, and what Debbie feels — that's what is important. It doesn't mean that you love each other any less; maybe it means you love each other more. As for me, I wouldn't permanently change my husband for any other guy, but I need more sexual excitement than he can give me alone, and Mack understands that, just as I understand his needs when he's away.»
Putting his hand upon one of Angela's bare thighs, Lester said, «But what about you and Jerry? That's kind of offbeat, you have to admit.»
«Only because the rest of society thinks so, not me. I think our children couldn't get better, more tender, or more loving sex than to start with their parents. After all, we already love them esthetically, and to love them sexually makes the concept complete. And if we're lucky enough to be able to teach them properly, to make them proud of their bodies instead of ashamed, then they won't have any of our old hangups.»
Lester frowned. «I don't know; I mean — hell; I have a young daughter, but I never thought about fucking her.»
«Oh come on, now,» Debbie cut in. «I've seen you eyeing Mary's tight little butt, and sneaking looks at her tits.»
«Okay, maybe I have; she's a beautiful little girl. But I just kind of look; I don't really plan on putting it to her. Some kid will, and I might be jealous of him, but — okay, okay; thinking about screwing her isn't the same thing as actually going ahead with it. Even if she would let me.» Lester tossed down the rest of his drink and got off the couch to walk over to the little bar in the corner and pour himself another. Jerry hoped the guy wouldn't get too smashed, so he wouldn't be able to do some more fucking.
Angela stretched, lifting her arms above her head and lifting the luscious mounds of her breasts, pushing out her small, trim feet. «Maybe your girl has already started balling. If so, let's hope that she's enjoying it, that she hasn't been traumatized by some clumsy, stupid kid and turned off of screwing.»
«Damn,» Lester said. «That would be such a waste. Mary is so cute, so sexy looking and sweet. I — Debbie, what the hell do you think about that?»