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CHAPTER SEVEN

Buck, gasping and sobbing, began to move. He humped, ass corkscrewing hips jolting as he fucked up into her descending face.

Barbara moved faster, her head going up and down as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, as if his balls were those elusive apples, barely evading her parted lips on the downward thrust.

His cock had ballooned out hugely now, filling her mouth chock full of prick. The cockhead was flowing so heavily that his preliminary cum was as abundant as the average man's complete load.

Like a delicious appetizer, that creamy hint of what was to come made the horny wife ravenous for more cum.

Her head heaved as she began to blow him faster, bobbing merrily up and down and folding her tongue into a moist, pink bridge over which the full length of his prick rode enroute to her gullet. She pulled up and with only the tip of his prick in her lips, spoke right down his cock as if it were a big, fleshy microphone.

"Come," she whimpered. She slid down, muffling her other words. Slurping up again, she said, "Come in my mouth. Cream for me. Pour all that thick, hot, creamy jism into my mouth, you adorable boy."

Her erotic words thrilled the boy every bit as much as the physical sensation. The knowledge that she was starving for his cum drove him to new heights of lust. He began to wail and groan as if in agony.

"Come, come, come," she urged.

Jack, watching, mouthed the words himself, almost pleading with the boy to blow his wad in Barbara's mouth so that he would have the joy of watching his wife swallow that jism.

Then Buck came. He howled in torment and his balls erupted.

Barbara felt the thick gout of cum push up his cock as she drew her lips up his shaft. She squealed and sucked harder and the head of his cock erupted with thick cream.

The load of cum filled her mouth to overflowing.

She greedily gulped the delicious jism down and sucked for more as he blew a second great spurt into her throat, hosing her tonsils and whitewashing her gullet.

Her golden head tilted as the great geyser rocketed into her mouth, causing her to gasp. But despite the amount of his cum, the greedy woman never missed a slurp, keeping a steady rhythm milking him off.

He poured a third stream of cum into her mouth, then three or four lesser spurts that trickled out onto her darting tongue rather than jetting out like the first three.

His balls were emptied. He slumped, drained, feeling as if his legs had turned hollow and his belly had become a void – as if she had sucked his guts out. His orgasm seemed to have started at his asshole and carried all his vitality along with it as it hosed out into her worshipping mouth.

Barbara kept sucking until she was sure that she had milked every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls. Then she drew her lips away slowly.

His cockhead popped from her lips like a cork from a bottle of champagne.

She sat back on her heels, gazing at the cock that she had just emptied. It remained stiff and upright, softening only slightly despite the ferocity of his climax, for he was a potent young man and one come did not finish him.

Barbara smiled happily as she realized that there was plenty of stiff prick left for her cunt even though she had drunk about a gallon of jism from it already.

She licked her lips, gathering up a few stray drops of cum that had overflowed. A thin, silvery trickle of jism had run down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She lapped it up. Leaning in again, she used her nimble tongue to slurp up the stray jism that had escaped her mouth and run down onto the root of his cock and his balls.

Barbara looked up at his face, smiling.

"Jeez," he said.

She took it as an extraordinary compliment. She looked at her husband.

"Oh, that was nice," he whispered.

He rose from his chair, his movements awkward as the great weight of his prick threw him off balance. He staggered across to Barbara and knelt down, belly to belly with her. He kissed her lovingly on the lips. His huge cock plowed a deep furrow in her soft belly, from cunt to breastbone.

"I do love to watch you drink cum," he whispered.

"Ummm. It was delicious," she sighed.

Buck gasped, scarcely able to believe that a married couple could react this way to such a situation.

Barbara looked down at her husband's massive prick as it loomed up between them.

"Shall I take care of that, now?"

Jack hesitated. Glancing at the boy, he saw that Buck's cock was still hard as iron.

"I can wait," he said.

Barbara's blue eyes glowed like cobalt.

"Why don't you give Buck his first piece of ass, first, darling?" Jack suggested.

"Come over to the bed, honey," she said, moving to the bed.

Buck followed like a dog after a bitch in heat, his cock carving a passage before him just like the figurehead of a ship, pounding and throbbing through the full length. His balls were already beginning to recharge themselves with cum.

Jack moved over, ready to watch again.

"I want you to fuck me, Buck," said Barbara.

"Oh, yes! Oh, Mrs. Roland!" The boy, in his joy, had forgotten himself. It didn't register for a moment.

Barbara, eyeing the prick that would soon be stuffing her creamy cunt, sat on the bed and started to motion to him to join her. Then she blinked and frowned. She glanced over at Jack and saw that her husband had already realized what Buck had said.

"How – how did you know my name?" Barbara asked.

"Huh?" Buck said. He was thinking with his cock and balls now and did not realize he had let the cat out of the bag.

"My my. How did you know it?"

"Why, you told me."

"I told you my first name." He realized then. He blushed.

"How did you know who I was?" she demanded, worried now, glancing from Buck to Jack and back again with a terrible dread.

Averting his gaze and looking a bit sheepish, Buck blurted out, "Well – I got to school with Ernie and Sarah Lee!"

"Oh, my God!" Barbara gasped. Jack blanched.

Barbara said, "You, you won't tell anyone about what I did, will you, Buck? I'd simply die if my kids every found out I'd sucked off one of their classmates."

Buck shook his head vigorously. "Promise?"

"Honest to God," he said. "I wouldn't have the nerve to tell them, even if wanted to. I mean, how could a guy tell anyone that their mother had given him a blow job?"

There seemed some truth in that and Barbara and Jack relaxed a little, but they still looked worried.

Barbara said, "Maybe we had better leave now."

Buck looked sick.

"Jeez, I thought you were going to let me fuck you now?"

"Yes. But the situation has changed." Then Buck, realizing that he had the upper hand, looked sly and smug.

"Well, I don't know, but if I was you, I'd want to be real nice to me. I mean, if you were to make me mad, I might decide to tell certain people certain things. I'm not saying I would, but I might."

"Why, that's blackmail!" Barbara said. But Jack was grinning. He saw that this was a young man who was going to get ahead in the world.

"I don't suppose it makes much difference, now, darling. I mean, if you've sucked a guy off, you might as well fuck him."

Jack was still keen to watch his wife's pussy get stuffed full of prick.

And Barbara, looking at that sturdy young virginal prick, grinned.

"You have a point," she said.

Barbara would have been mortified if her children ever found out that she had been blowing their friends. But she would have been even more amazed had she known what her children were doing at that very moment. She would have realized that there were things that were far more depraved than giving head to a young man while her husband watched.