Angela writhed upon his embedded pole, so he stroked her with it, rolling his hips from side to side so she could feel the flanged head caressing the cup of her womb, so she could know the thrill of the swollen root against her clit.
Lester couldn't wait to get into his wife's hole. The man hurried to cram his stiff rod into the softly giving mound, and worked it home with a long, sliding thrust. It was different for him now, Jerry saw, far more exciting, almost as if he was getting into a strange pussy. The Carters began to fuck eagerly, and Jerry wondered if Lester would blow off too quickly, because he wanted them to shift back and forth, their dicks dipping into a black-haired snatch, then a golden one.
Reaching in and out of his mom's flexing vagina, Jerry kept moving until she hissed between locked teeth and her cunt seethed around his cock like a heated whirlpool. A moment after she came, he pulled out and touched Lester on the shoulder to say, «May I cut in?»
The guy blinked at him; Debbie was grinding and humping on his prick, but he saw what Jerry had in mind, and nodded. His wife moaned a protest as Lester withdrew his reddened shaft and moved back, but she looked up into Jerry's face then, and lifted her ass so that her cunt would open wider for his big pole.
«If she gets too hot for you,» he said to Lester, «just stop shoving it to her; hold it deep and let her work her clitoris over the stem of your cock so she can come without making you hit it.»
«Yeah,» the guy grunted, and slipped his greasy knob up into the welcoming gash of Angela's hungry mound. Jerry watched the hard meat glide into his mom's vagina and saw balls settle into the feathery crack of her uplifted and twitching ass.
Lester hadn't had much practice, he thought, and would be lucky if he could hold off, because Angela's pussy was already doing tricks, wringing down upon the shaft and backing off, only to come wheeling around the cockhead again. Fucking Angela Winston when she was really aroused was like shoving your dick into a mixmaster, Jerry knew, a mixmaster with soft rubber blades that had hot butter poured over them.
But Debbie was doing all right, too, and he paid more attention to the flowing cunt she was hammering around his club. Holding to the woman's big, soft tits, Jerry rode her steadily, pumping the cock to her tempestuous snatch with long and thrilling strokes. She came violently and tried to lift him off the floor, tried to devour his submerged prick with her cunt, her vaginal muscles biting down on him and the cheeks of her ass snapping tightly shut.
«Oh! Oh! Jerry darling — how I love your big cock — love it in me, adore it filling up my pussy like this. Oh — every time I breathe, I hit another little orgasm.»
On his right, Lester was feeding the meat to Angela, and she was plunging like a bucking horse. Even if Lester went off in her, Jerry thought that he would save his load for his mother's inflamed pussy, and backed slowly out of Debbie's. Lester anticipated him this time, and snatched his cock away from Angela quickly. The head of it was polished and expanded, all trembling and on the verge of exploding.
«Just hang loose as you can,» Jerry advised. I know that your wife wants that wad of semen inside her.»
Hesitating, clamping a tight hold around the base of his stubby prick, Lester finally dared to move, and inched over to take his place between Debbie's polished olive thighs. Holding a deep breath, he set the puffed glans into his wife's quivering hot labia and shoved hard, pushed deeply, burying his rod full length into her writhing body.
It only took a couple of seconds, a couple of convulsive strokes before Lester went off inside Debbie's flexing snatch like a bomb, and the feel of his spurting come made his wife churn insanely, her plump legs waving and, her crotch blurring as she sought and found the soaring crescendo of her own ecstatic climax.
Then it was Jerry's turn; his prick eased slickly into his mother's enchanted pussy, and as he drove it home to the hilt, she whipped her long legs up and around him, pinning him within their tender entrapment. They fucked with powerful, sledging motions, pelvis to pelvis, their asses gyrating and his shaft making wetly suctioning noises within her quaking vagina. When his long-held semen gushed bubbling from his cockhead, she accepted its gift with pile-driving satisfaction, crying out softly as she came.
Chapter 11
His mother had a thing about being sweaty too long, and Jerry guessed that he had inherited her fetish for cleanliness. The hot shower felt good, and he used plenty of soap, even scrubbing his hair. Rinsing off, he thought that seeing the Carters make it in a sixty-nine had been something special; Lester was better at eating pussy by the time he had gone through a round with Angela, also, and Debbie had gone after her husband's cock as if she was starving, and his was the only meat that could satisfy her.
He was hungry, too, but for belly food, and when he turned off the shower, thought he could catch the mouth-watering aroma of steak drifting down the hall from the kitchen. As he toweled his body dry and slipped on the terry cloth robe, just in case some stranger intruded upon their cosy little circle, Jerry still felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe his father would understand how it had all come about, how they practically had to get Lester involved, or run the risk of discovery by an enraged husband.
Too, Debbie Carter would be a welcome piece of ass for his dad to sample; she was very eager to try on Mack for size, eager to expand her knowledge of sensuous men and to know the difference in their fucking. Still, Jerry's dad might be slightly pissed off, and Jerry didn't want that. He owed his old man too much, for turning him on to Angela, for getting them started screwing each other. Without Mack's understanding, he and his mother would still be only dreaming, and not actually making it.
It was dinnertime, so the Carters had gone back across the yard to try and be natural around their daughter, to share the meal with Mary and to pretend that everything between them was just as it had always been. Jerry wondered if they could carry off the charade, because both of them were still throbbing with all that newly awakened passion, and it might show. Mary Carter was no dummy, either; she might be able to sense the deep changes in her parents, but she probably wouldn't suspect the reasons.
He went to the kitchen where his mom had a sizzling platter awaiting him, and dug into the meal with gusto. Halfway through his steak and the sour cream baked potato, he glanced up at Angela and said, «I still don't know about this. Suppose dad doesn't dig it, after what he asked me?»
She took a bite of salad before answering. «Your father will be very happy to get a crack at Debbie, and he's pretty good friends with Lester, too. It's always better when you're close to someone, when you really care for them.» She took another forkful of lettuce. «But if you're really worried about Mack's reactions, let's say that you were bribed.»
Jerry frowned at her. «Bribed? How and with what?»
«By the best possible payoff, by something your father would understand and agree with — a juicy, new piece of ass.»
«But Debbie has already — «
«Not Debbie,» Angela cut in. «How about little Mary?»
«Wow,» Jerry breathed. «Now that is an idea. She could screw us up if she found out what's going on, I guess. And if she gets dicked by me, then we'd have two new cunts to offer dad.»
«And by her own father,» Angela reminded him. «If the girl isn't too uptight to fuck her dad. By now, Lester has been thinking about that; did you see the way his prick jumped when we were all talking about him laying Mary? The idea has been in his head for years, but he's just now admitting it.»
«She's kind of small,» Jerry mused. «Maybe she won't be able to take my cock. And suppose she's still a cherry? Won't that make it a lot more difficult for me to get into her little box?»