Classic Porn Books sleep-In For Daddy ch11
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?"
"It would," his mother agreed. "We'll just have to find out about her
virginity. I wonder - maybe I could get to her first."
Jerry eyed his mom closely. "Even before you've made it with Debbie?
You've been right on the edge of that, I know."
"Afterward," Angela said thoughtfully. "They're sending her off to a
movie right after dinner, so they can hurry back here. Debbie and I
have held back long enough, so this is the night. You and Lester will
just have to wait until after we've made love, and later on, all of us
can decide what to do about Mary."
"Good enough," Jerry said, growing excited at the thought of seeing his
mom and Debbie Carter going down on each other, and becoming aroused by
picturing little Mary all naked and trembling at the touch of his
prick. The k** was cute and sexy looking, and he hoped they wouldn't
have any trouble with her, or with her parents.
Helping his mother tidy up the kitchen and carrying dishes to the
washer, he thought that since Debbie had all the right buttons pushed,
she'd be willing to have her girl with them. But he wasn't all that
sure about Lester; the guy wanted to lay his daughter, sure - only,
would he, when the time came? He had been hit with a lot of things at
once - being screwed by Angela, having his prick eaten for the first
time, seeing his own wife taking a strange cock, going down on two
different women, changing places with Jerry and alternating from one
cunt to another in turn. Balling his own k** might be too much for the
man to handle, right away.
"Don't fret about it," his mother murmured. "I'm certain that
everything will work out for us all. I don't think your father has had
a chick as young as Mary, at least not for a long time. He'll be horny
as hell to find her waiting for him, to have the chance to fuck mother
and daughter."
As she leaned over to turn on the dishwasher, Jerry pressed himself
against the delectable curvings of her modelled ass, and she pushed
back into him. Caressing her hips, he knew that it would always be this
way between them, their raw lust for each other lurking always just
beneath the surface, ever yearning for a fulfillment they weren't able
to obtain from anyone else. It's always better when you're close to
someone, she had said, and no two people could be as close as son and
mother. Unless it would be a father and daughter, he remembered; Lester
and Mary Carter had a wonderful, fantastic thing in store for them,
once they got together and sexually consummated the love they already
shared.
"I wish I could take you this way," his mother purred. "But I'm content
to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe having it in me
won't tighten my ass so much that your father can't get in the back
way, and you two can make a sandwich of me."
Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost feel the
sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his own sack, when
both their pricks were buried into Angela. His cock lifted at the vivid
image, and he wiggled the rising head into the crack of her ass,
cloaked as it was by her dressing gown.
Somebody knocked on the back door then, and he moved swiftly away from
her to answer it, stooping a little so that his hard-on wouldn't show.
"Well," Debbie said, "I see you're all ready for me - unless you've
been cheating with your mother. There's no use stooping over like that,
dear; no way you can hide that magniflcent erection, no more than you
can pretend you're not carrying around a telephone pole."
She patted his cock as she moved past him, and held out her arms to
Angela. The two women greeted each other as if they hadn't met in
years, pressing the lengths of their lovely bodies close and kissing
long and languorously.
"Hi," Jerry said to Lester. "Did Mary get off to the movies all right?"
"We hurried her," Lester said, watching the two women embrace. "We've
got about three hours to ourselves before she gets home."
"They really look great together, don't they?" Jerry asked, nodding
toward the woman as he closed and locked the door. "They care for each
other, you know."
Lester had on a jump suit, and the front of it was bulging. "I'm
beginning to see. They - well, what the hell; whatever they want, I
guess."
Grinning at this man who had for so long backed off from doing more
than lightly kiss his wife's snatch, Jerry led Lester toward the
bedroom. "They'll be along in a minute, and the bed is big enough for
us to sit by and watch them."
It was only a few moments before the women walked in; they were holding
hands and their eyes were shining, their faces radiant. Jerry sat on
one side of the bed, and Lester balanced upon the other; they stared at
the women as Debbie quickly peeled her dress over her head, as Angela
stripped away her robe.
"I've been wanting this from the beginning," Debbie said huskily, and
Angela answered, "Yes, I know."
They moved together, shimmering in their nakedness, fitting the globes
of their luscious breasts one to one, and pressing to each other's
hairy mound, their thighs sliding back and forth, their hands caressing
bare backs and drifting down to cup rounded ass cheeks. Their mouths
met hungrily, their tongues probing deeply and their teeth clashing
gently. Jerry held onto his stiff prick as he watched them and gloried
in their loveliness, their passion. Across the bed, Lester Carter
gripped his own hard rod and kept his eyes fixed upon the squirming
women.
They glided toward the bed in a slow, swirling dance, one thigh between
two equally sleek ones, presenting views of differently sculpted asses
as they pirouetted. Sinking to the white sheet, they still clung
together, but now they were fondling each other's ripe tits, thumbing
the nipples and cupping the globes tenderly. Jerry was struck again by
the opposites in their coloring - his mother's slender body so pale,
and Debbie's gleaming old-ivory and dark rose; his mother's breast tips
were flushed pink; the other woman's stood out brown and strong.
Lester moved along the edge of the mattress to give them room, and they
lay back to swing their legs up on the bed, still kissing avidly. Jerry
wondered how they would go about it, if they'd take turns eating each
other's pussy, or if they would wrap into the sixty-nine position. He
was somewhat surprised to see his mom climb on top of Debble's wiggling
body, placing herself between the other woman's opened thighs and
nudging her crotch to the blackly haired one as if she was a man
getting ready to fuck.
When Debbie caught hold of the cheeks of Angela's slim ass, he
understood what they were doing, and firmed the idea as he saw his
mother begin to pump her flaming snatch into the rich one below. They
were rubbing their clits together, he saw, using them as if they were
miniature pricks, bumping and stroking lasciviously and getting an
obvious thrill out of the grinding motions.
"Do it to me, darling," Debbie panted. "Oh Angela - fuck me hard, fuck
me hard!"
Jerry's mother thrust more strongly, and by the way she was shaking her
ass, he knew the women were getting some good out of it. Funny, he
thought, he'd never figured that two women might be able to get it on
that way, but there they were, the pace of their screwing pickup up and
growing more frantic by the moment. They were holding to each other's
churning ass, and their tits were pressed tightly together as they
kissed.
Across the bed, he could see Lester gazing wide-eyed at the wiggling
action, and wondered what thoughts were running through the man's head
as he watched another women fucking his wife, after a fashion. Lester's
cock was distended, the swollen head gleaming, so it was easy to see he
wasn't turned off by their loving.
Debbie and Angela groaned together, rocked fiercely for a long moment,
then sighed into a shuddering silence, wrapped closely to each other,
mouths and cunts glued. Because he felt like it, Jerry slid over to
them where they lay inertly and leaned down to plant a softly lingering
kiss upon the cheek of his mother's silken ass. He caught the rising,
exotic aroma of their aroused pussies, and luxuriated in that sensuous
perfume.
But they were far from being done, and Angela carried on to the next
step in their loving by slipping down to where she could mouth the
hard, dark-brown nipples of her friend's big, marvelous breasts. Long
hair golden against Debbie's olive skin, she caressed the other woman's
squirming body with deft and agile hands, using her lips and tongue
above. Down she went, and now Angela was licking at the smooth belly,
driving her tongue into the dimple there while Debbie surged wantonly
and murmured endearments. Swinging back her flowing hair so that the
men watching could see every detail, Angela nuzzled down into the
damply throbbing mound.
They saw her red tongue flicking into slippery labia, her chin and nose
flattening the wiry, thick hair and parting the wool for the adoring
ministrations of her mouth. Jerry knew that this was the first time his
mom had ever gone down on a woman, but realized it was also an original
emotion for Debbie; she'd never had a woman do it to her, either. Women
probably knew the erotic places better than men ever could, he thought,
and watched his mother cover the red lips of Debbie's luxurious pussy
with her mouth.
Gasping, Debbie said, "Oh my darling - it's wonderful to feel you
licking my clit, to feel you sucking my cunt and lapping its juices.
Ahh, Angela - it's so terrific! But I can't let you just do it to me. I
have to do it to you, also. Move around, darling - slide your body
around so I can reach your pussy."
Jerry eyed the serpentine wriggling of his mother's lithe body as she
angled it around, without ever letting go of the snatch she was busily
eating. He saw the sunshine hairing of her mound come down upon
Debbie's hungrily waiting mouth, and caught just a flash of the woman's
tongue as she reached it up inside Angela's cunt lips.
That cut off anything else Debbie might have wanted to say, and both
women squeezed smooth thighs around each other's head. Then they were
humping, rolling their delectable asses and feeding the honeyed gashes
into a mouth while another mouth devoured, using a tongue furiously
while another one penetrated. Squirming and heaving, they slowed rolled
over and changed positions so that Debbie was now on top.
Lester was fascinated, stroking his stiff prick gently as he stared at
the interlocked women, at the churning ass of his wife and the way she
was gobbling into a steaming pussy that he had also fucked. It was
damned exciting for Jerry, too; his own shaft was bulging so hard that
it ached, and there was an eager droplet of pre-seminal fluid gathered
upon its blunt tip.
But there was no place to put his cockhead; only the tight bore of an
asshole was pointed up and open, and Jerry's cock was far too large for
that. But maybe it wasn't for Lester, so he said to the man: "Mount
her; go on and crawl on her. Use some of that cunt juice to oil it,
then ease it up into her ass."
Blinking at him Lester licked at his lips, then moved jerkily toward
the tangled women. Dipping into his wife's crotch and taking some of
the slippery fluid away from Angela's greedy mouth, he smeared the
lubrication upon his knob, and steered it trembling to the little brown
dimple of her anus. Debbie quivered when she felt the insistent
nudging, but didn't resist, and Lester slowly, carefully, pushed at the
constricted opening.
Jerry watched the tip disappear, and the struggle, as Lester forced the
bulb deeper. Suddenly the tight ring gave way, and the man's prick slid
deep into his wife's ass. His balls swung down against Angela's
forehead, and Debbie lifted her mouth from the golden cunt to gasp in
shock and rapture and perhaps a little pain. But her husband's rod was
embedded in her hole then, and she wiggled upon it, wiggled against the
hungry mouth below.
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?"
"It would," his mother agreed. "We'll just have to find out about her
virginity. I wonder - maybe I could get to her first."
Jerry eyed his mom closely. "Even before you've made it with Debbie?
You've been right on the edge of that, I know."
"Afterward," Angela said thoughtfully. "They're sending her off to a
movie right after dinner, so they can hurry back here. Debbie and I
have held back long enough, so this is the night. You and Lester will
just have to wait until after we've made love, and later on, all of us
can decide what to do about Mary."
"Good enough," Jerry said, growing excited at the thought of seeing his
mom and Debbie Carter going down on each other, and becoming aroused by
picturing little Mary all naked and trembling at the touch of his
prick. The k** was cute and sexy looking, and he hoped they wouldn't
have any trouble with her, or with her parents.
Helping his mother tidy up the kitchen and carrying dishes to the
washer, he thought that since Debbie had all the right buttons pushed,
she'd be willing to have her girl with them. But he wasn't all that
sure about Lester; the guy wanted to lay his daughter, sure - only,
would he, when the time came? He had been hit with a lot of things at
once - being screwed by Angela, having his prick eaten for the first
time, seeing his own wife taking a strange cock, going down on two
different women, changing places with Jerry and alternating from one
cunt to another in turn. Balling his own k** might be too much for the
man to handle, right away.
"Don't fret about it," his mother murmured. "I'm certain that
everything will work out for us all. I don't think your father has had
a chick as young as Mary, at least not for a long time. He'll be horny
as hell to find her waiting for him, to have the chance to fuck mother
and daughter."
As she leaned over to turn on the dishwasher, Jerry pressed himself
against the delectable curvings of her modelled ass, and she pushed
back into him. Caressing her hips, he knew that it would always be this
way between them, their raw lust for each other lurking always just
beneath the surface, ever yearning for a fulfillment they weren't able
to obtain from anyone else. It's always better when you're close to
someone, she had said, and no two people could be as close as son and
mother. Unless it would be a father and daughter, he remembered; Lester
and Mary Carter had a wonderful, fantastic thing in store for them,
once they got together and sexually consummated the love they already
shared.
"I wish I could take you this way," his mother purred. "But I'm content
to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe having it in me
won't tighten my ass so much that your father can't get in the back
way, and you two can make a sandwich of me."
Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost feel the
sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his own sack, when
both their pricks were buried into Angela. His cock lifted at the vivid
image, and he wiggled the rising head into the crack of her ass,
cloaked as it was by her dressing gown.
Somebody knocked on the back door then, and he moved swiftly away from
her to answer it, stooping a little so that his hard-on wouldn't show.
"Well," Debbie said, "I see you're all ready for me - unless you've
been cheating with your mother. There's no use stooping over like that,
dear; no way you can hide that magniflcent erection, no more than you
can pretend you're not carrying around a telephone pole."
She patted his cock as she moved past him, and held out her arms to
Angela. The two women greeted each other as if they hadn't met in
years, pressing the lengths of their lovely bodies close and kissing
long and languorously.
"Hi," Jerry said to Lester. "Did Mary get off to the movies all right?"
"We hurried her," Lester said, watching the two women embrace. "We've
got about three hours to ourselves before she gets home."
"They really look great together, don't they?" Jerry asked, nodding
toward the woman as he closed and locked the door. "They care for each
other, you know."
Lester had on a jump suit, and the front of it was bulging. "I'm
beginning to see. They - well, what the hell; whatever they want, I
guess."
Grinning at this man who had for so long backed off from doing more
than lightly kiss his wife's snatch, Jerry led Lester toward the
bedroom. "They'll be along in a minute, and the bed is big enough for
us to sit by and watch them."
It was only a few moments before the women walked in; they were holding
hands and their eyes were shining, their faces radiant. Jerry sat on
one side of the bed, and Lester balanced upon the other; they stared at
the women as Debbie quickly peeled her dress over her head, as Angela
stripped away her robe.
"I've been wanting this from the beginning," Debbie said huskily, and
Angela answered, "Yes, I know."
They moved together, shimmering in their nakedness, fitting the globes
of their luscious breasts one to one, and pressing to each other's
hairy mound, their thighs sliding back and forth, their hands caressing
bare backs and drifting down to cup rounded ass cheeks. Their mouths
met hungrily, their tongues probing deeply and their teeth clashing
gently. Jerry held onto his stiff prick as he watched them and gloried
in their loveliness, their passion. Across the bed, Lester Carter
gripped his own hard rod and kept his eyes fixed upon the squirming
women.
They glided toward the bed in a slow, swirling dance, one thigh between
two equally sleek ones, presenting views of differently sculpted asses
as they pirouetted. Sinking to the white sheet, they still clung
together, but now they were fondling each other's ripe tits, thumbing
the nipples and cupping the globes tenderly. Jerry was struck again by
the opposites in their coloring - his mother's slender body so pale,
and Debbie's gleaming old-ivory and dark rose; his mother's breast tips
were flushed pink; the other woman's stood out brown and strong.
Lester moved along the edge of the mattress to give them room, and they
lay back to swing their legs up on the bed, still kissing avidly. Jerry
wondered how they would go about it, if they'd take turns eating each
other's pussy, or if they would wrap into the sixty-nine position. He
was somewhat surprised to see his mom climb on top of Debble's wiggling
body, placing herself between the other woman's opened thighs and
nudging her crotch to the blackly haired one as if she was a man
getting ready to fuck.
When Debbie caught hold of the cheeks of Angela's slim ass, he
understood what they were doing, and firmed the idea as he saw his
mother begin to pump her flaming snatch into the rich one below. They
were rubbing their clits together, he saw, using them as if they were
miniature pricks, bumping and stroking lasciviously and getting an
obvious thrill out of the grinding motions.
"Do it to me, darling," Debbie panted. "Oh Angela - fuck me hard, fuck
me hard!"
Jerry's mother thrust more strongly, and by the way she was shaking her
ass, he knew the women were getting some good out of it. Funny, he
thought, he'd never figured that two women might be able to get it on
that way, but there they were, the pace of their screwing pickup up and
growing more frantic by the moment. They were holding to each other's
churning ass, and their tits were pressed tightly together as they
kissed.
Across the bed, he could see Lester gazing wide-eyed at the wiggling
action, and wondered what thoughts were running through the man's head
as he watched another women fucking his wife, after a fashion. Lester's
cock was distended, the swollen head gleaming, so it was easy to see he
wasn't turned off by their loving.
Debbie and Angela groaned together, rocked fiercely for a long moment,
then sighed into a shuddering silence, wrapped closely to each other,
mouths and cunts glued. Because he felt like it, Jerry slid over to
them where they lay inertly and leaned down to plant a softly lingering
kiss upon the cheek of his mother's silken ass. He caught the rising,
exotic aroma of their aroused pussies, and luxuriated in that sensuous
perfume.
But they were far from being done, and Angela carried on to the next
step in their loving by slipping down to where she could mouth the
hard, dark-brown nipples of her friend's big, marvelous breasts. Long
hair golden against Debbie's olive skin, she caressed the other woman's
squirming body with deft and agile hands, using her lips and tongue
above. Down she went, and now Angela was licking at the smooth belly,
driving her tongue into the dimple there while Debbie surged wantonly
and murmured endearments. Swinging back her flowing hair so that the
men watching could see every detail, Angela nuzzled down into the
damply throbbing mound.
They saw her red tongue flicking into slippery labia, her chin and nose
flattening the wiry, thick hair and parting the wool for the adoring
ministrations of her mouth. Jerry knew that this was the first time his
mom had ever gone down on a woman, but realized it was also an original
emotion for Debbie; she'd never had a woman do it to her, either. Women
probably knew the erotic places better than men ever could, he thought,
and watched his mother cover the red lips of Debbie's luxurious pussy
with her mouth.
Gasping, Debbie said, "Oh my darling - it's wonderful to feel you
licking my clit, to feel you sucking my cunt and lapping its juices.
Ahh, Angela - it's so terrific! But I can't let you just do it to me. I
have to do it to you, also. Move around, darling - slide your body
around so I can reach your pussy."
Jerry eyed the serpentine wriggling of his mother's lithe body as she
angled it around, without ever letting go of the snatch she was busily
eating. He saw the sunshine hairing of her mound come down upon
Debbie's hungrily waiting mouth, and caught just a flash of the woman's
tongue as she reached it up inside Angela's cunt lips.
That cut off anything else Debbie might have wanted to say, and both
women squeezed smooth thighs around each other's head. Then they were
humping, rolling their delectable asses and feeding the honeyed gashes
into a mouth while another mouth devoured, using a tongue furiously
while another one penetrated. Squirming and heaving, they slowed rolled
over and changed positions so that Debbie was now on top.
Lester was fascinated, stroking his stiff prick gently as he stared at
the interlocked women, at the churning ass of his wife and the way she
was gobbling into a steaming pussy that he had also fucked. It was
damned exciting for Jerry, too; his own shaft was bulging so hard that
it ached, and there was an eager droplet of pre-seminal fluid gathered
upon its blunt tip.
But there was no place to put his cockhead; only the tight bore of an
asshole was pointed up and open, and Jerry's cock was far too large for
that. But maybe it wasn't for Lester, so he said to the man: "Mount
her; go on and crawl on her. Use some of that cunt juice to oil it,
then ease it up into her ass."
Blinking at him Lester licked at his lips, then moved jerkily toward
the tangled women. Dipping into his wife's crotch and taking some of
the slippery fluid away from Angela's greedy mouth, he smeared the
lubrication upon his knob, and steered it trembling to the little brown
dimple of her anus. Debbie quivered when she felt the insistent
nudging, but didn't resist, and Lester slowly, carefully, pushed at the
constricted opening.
Jerry watched the tip disappear, and the struggle, as Lester forced the
bulb deeper. Suddenly the tight ring gave way, and the man's prick slid
deep into his wife's ass. His balls swung down against Angela's
forehead, and Debbie lifted her mouth from the golden cunt to gasp in
shock and rapture and perhaps a little pain. But her husband's rod was
embedded in her hole then, and she wiggled upon it, wiggled against the
hungry mouth below.
15 years ago
