"Ahhhh, Jesus," Gil moaned as she stuffed his dick into her mouth and began to suck it.
That got his attention, all right. He'd have to be dead to ignore that, and Brenda must have known it. She sucked greedily and noisily on his prick, and it wasn't long before his meat was swelling and pushing her lips wider and wider apart. She made a little choking sound as it ballooned into the back of her throat, and she drew back a little so she could breathe.
Gil was alert now and leering down at her.
"You got what you were after, baby," he growled, "so you better get those panties off and get over to the couch."
Mark shivered with excitement. He was actually going to see his parents fucking. They'd always been so careful before, doing it behind the locked door of their bedroom. This was one chance in a million, and he wouldn't have missed it for the world, even if it was wrong of him to spy on them. The wouldn't know, so how could it hurt them? His balls and cock were throbbing like crazy as he watched them stripping.
Of course he knew what his dad looked like undressed, and except for one envious glance at his enormous stiff cock, Mark ignored him and concentrated on Brenda. She stripped very quickly, and he ogled her big melon-shaped tits and little dark bush. Then she stretched out on the couch and flung one leg up over the back, completely exposing her soaked pink pussy. Mark almost came in his jeans.
"Oh, God, yes, fuck me," she moaned hoarsely as her husband approached her, his massive prick weaving heavily and drooling thick gobs of cream.
He crawled between her eagerly parted legs and let himself down on her, and then, his ass jerked hard and she moaned. She was practically sobbing with delight as he pushed his cock into her. Poor main, she'd really been needing it. Mark recalled that it had been two weeks since she and Gil had been together. No wonder she was horny. He tried to imagine going two weeks without jacking off and figured he'd die of frustration.
"Oh, Gil, fuck me good, honey, fuck hard," Brenda moaned as he began to piston his cock inside her.
"I'm not gonna last long," Gil warned her. Mark couldn't blame him. Personally he'd be shooting his load already if he had his stiff boner in his mom's juicy hot cunt. The excitement would be just too much. In fact he was almost coming just watching her take dad's stiffly pounding prick. She jerked her hips to his rhythm, fucking right back at him, and her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace.
Mark imagined being in his father's place just then, roughly hammering his nearly bursting cock in Brenda's frantically horny cuntal tunnel. The image was so powerful, he just had to jack off. Quickly he unzipped his jeans and eased his achingly swollen cock out. He fisted it and began to pump, never taking his eyes off the action in the living room.
Mom was arching her big-titted body sharply upward, as if trying to take dad's jack-hammering cock as deep as possible into her smoking little fuck hole. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was lost in the hot pleasure she was getting from his rough deep fucking. Gil's eyes rolled crazily, then closed, as he fucked both of them to the brink of climax. Then abruptly Brenda let out a hoarse wail of ecstasy.
"Baby, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Ahhhhh, shit, aaaggghhh!" Gil roared, sizzling his load into her.
Mark began to come. Dizzily he directed the jetting cream toward the wall, where it could be easily cleaned up, and then he pumped his squirting cock like crazy, pretending he was flooding his mom's hot cunt with load after load of jism. When he finally finished coming and peeked into the living room again, his parents had gone to bed. He grabbed the chance to sneak down the hall to his bedroom.
No question about it, he mused as he fell asleep, his own mother turned him on a lot more than Dana did. A lot more than any girl his own age, come to think of it. He sure as hell envied dad.
CHAPTER THREE
Brenda woke early the next morning with the most delicious sensation between her legs. Something hot and wet and slippery was lashing her clit and making her horny out of her mind. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw that her husband was going down on her.
"Gil, you nut," she laughed.
"Want me to stop?" he leered.
"No way," she said eagerly.
"I thought this would be better than that quickie I promised you," Gil said, "that's why I woke you so early – so we'd have lots of time."
"Honey, I don't mind, at all," Brenda sighed.
He dipped his head down again, and she gurgled with delight as he tongue-lashed her joy button. It had been a long, long time since Gil had eaten her pussy; far too long. He was very good at it, but lately he'd been too tired or too busy for anything but an occasional quick fuck. Last night had been typical. He'd shot his load and fallen asleep almost before Brenda knew what was happening.
Now he seemed to be trying to make up for it. She sure as hell wasn't complaining about that; Gil's big hot tongue zipped expertly around and around the erect shaft of her clit, giving her fantastic sensations, and she groaned in ecstasy and clawed the sheet. Molten juice was pouring uncontrollably from her cunt. Gil gobbled some of the tangy liquid, and the rest dribbled down her ass crack and puddled on the bed.
Long ago Gil had discovered just how Brenda liked to have her pussy eaten, and he was doing her favorite routine right now. Gradually he increased the speed and force of his tonguing, till he was lashing her throbbing joy button roughly and driving her to a fever pitch of need. That was when he made his tongue long and stiff, then crammed it hard up her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss," she hissed, "stick that big thing into me, honey, fuck me with it."
She kept her legs wide open for him, wanting to take his spearing tongue as deep as she could get it in her seething little twat. Gil was a super tongue-fucker, and he drove her wild with pleasure as he hammered the slippery meat hard and fast in her thirsty box. Brenda gurgled and whimpered with ecstasy, soaking his face with her helplessly gushing cream. He was taking her from a sound sleep to orgasmic heights in just a matter of minutes.
"Oooooo, shit, honey, I'm almost there," she cried.
She arched her body sharply, trying to take his jerking tongue into her molten depths. She closed her eyes and felt herself sailing to the very brink of climax. Greedily she prolonged that breathless moment, whimpering in estasy, till the pleasure grew so hot that she couldn't stand any more. She felt a massive explosion in the depths of her cunt.
"Unnnhhhhh, Gil, unnnhhhhh, I'm coming!" she groaned.
Her climax was so violent that Gil couldn't keep his tongue inside her. She writhed off the impalement and spasmed her body bucking, her luscious big tits wobbling like crazy. Gil watched her, leering, his cock hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on. Finally she stopped coming and looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.
"Mmmmm, Gil, that was wonderful," she sighed.
"Ready for more?" he leered.
She knew him well enough to guess just what would excite him most, and she crawled forward and opened her lips wide and brought them snugly around his cock, taking in half his massive boner. He shivered and moaned as she began to suck his prick. Thick globs of salty cream dripped onto her, tongue, and she drooled heavily as she savored them.
"Honey, you always were a fantastic little cock-sucker," Gil panted, "but we're gonna have to make it short and sweet this time."
He was looking at the damned clock. Brenda seethed. It seemed like she always had to compete with the clock when she and Gil made love. She sucked urgently on his throbbing boner, trying to give him a good come before he had to leave. He panted and shivered as the pleasure-jolts ripped through him, but finally he raised her head and pulled his prick free.