Classic Porn Books sleep-In For Daddy ch9

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 k**; 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.

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 k**'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 k**, 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."

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.