Horny voyeur schoolgirls

CHAPTER TEN

When she saw that the young couple was separating, Thelma turned to Homer, who still had his cock out, and gave him a questioning look. Words were seldom necessary between the two, since their inclinations were so much in accord and they were always thinking the same thing, and Homer nodded and said, "Certainly, my dear."

Tom was wobbling up alongside the Eldorado, his hands jammed in his side pockets in a futile attempt to hide his erection.

Thelma slid the electric window down and leaned out.

"Young man!" she called.

Tom halted and blushed. Christ! He hoped this wasn't some old prude who had noticed his hard-on and intended to give him a piece of her mind or to chew him out for his embarrassing condition.

"Yeah?" he said, sullenly.

But then he saw that this was a very good-looking lady, and that she was smiling.

He stepped up to the window.

"Yeah?" he repeated.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have a hard-on," said Thelma, getting right to the point.

"Errr…" What the fuck did a fella say when a broad – a good-looking broad who was smiling – said something like that? Tom could only gape at her in confusion.

"I suppose your girlfriend won't take care of it for you, is that it?"

"I ain't got a girlfriend," Tom said. Then he remembered that, although he didn't, he was supposed to have a girl, and he said, "I mean – the girl that I'm with ain't really – errr – I mean, she won't put out."

"I see. She's probably gone to the lady's room to finger-fuck and remove temptation, I imagine."

This was strange talk from a stranger. Tom was utterly perplexed.

"And I suppose that you were going to beat your meat back in your car, while she was gone. Right?"

"Well – errr…"

"I hate to see a nice young man frustrated," Thelma said. "Would you like me to empty your balls for you?"

Tom could hardly believe it.

She smiled, her tongue sliding across her lips.

"Are you serious?" he croaked.

"Perfectly. You may fuck me – or you can shoot in my mouth, which ever you prefer."

"Yeah!" Tom cried.

He reached for the door handle.

Then he saw that the blonde was not alone – and that the guy with her had a prick like a telephone pole sticking out from the front of his trousers, the cockhead glowing in the darkness.

"Errr – who's that guy, then?" he asked.

"Oh, don't mind Homer – he's just my husband," Thelma said, and she opened the door.

Her husband?

It seemed all very mysterious to him.

"Homer likes to watch," Thelma explained.

And then it all came clear in Tom's mind – because Tom knew something about voyeurism, himself.

Lord! At long last he was going to fuck a girl!

Would he have a tale to tell Jerry!

Counting his blessings, Tom got in the Eldorado.

Thelma quickly hiked her bouncy ass up and slid across Tom's lap, so that Tom was seated in the middle – where Homer would be able to get a good look at the action.

Tom couldn't help but shoot a look at Homer's mighty prick. He felt a little embarrassed. His own cock was big enough, and certainly hard and full of spunk, but it was like a pencil compared to that huge cock. Tom could feel the heat from Homer's huge cock wafting in the car. He wondered why a woman who had access to a prick like that would ever settle for less. But then he figured that she probably used lesser pricks as foreplay and liked to get her husband real excited in the process.

Thelma opened his fly.

Homer beamed with approval at them. She reached in and hauled Tom's cock out, balls and all, and gazed at his prick appreciatively.

"What a nice cock," she murmured. "Isn't it lovely, Homer? I can't wait to make it shoot!"

"Nice little thing, at that," Homer agreed.

But it was only little by comparison to Homer's prick, because as Thelma petted and stroked it, Tom's cock was swelling and throbbing to massive proportions and his balls were so full that, had he fallen in the ocean, he would have floated on them as if they were water wings.

"You seem like a very horny young man," Thelma remarked.

"I sure am!"

Homer smiled. "Probably be able to come twice, a young fella like this with such a hard-on."

"Is that right, young man? Can you come twice?"

"Sure," Tom said.

In fact, Tom could come six times. He knew that for a fact because once, after he had seen his sister soaping her tits in the shower, he had sneaked into her bedroom and jerked himself off half a dozen times into her underwear drawer. But he didn't think it would be polite to mention that in mixed company.

"Then I can have a load to drink and a load for my pussy, both!" Thelma predicted, sounding very happy about it.

She smiled at Homer.

Homer smiled. "Suck him off first, honey. He'll probably shoot more out the first time he comes and I like to see the stuff pour into your mouth. Can't really see it up your cunt."

Tom felt as if he were being used. The way they were discussing the process, he might have been an in animate object – like a dildo, for instance – with no say in the matter at all. But it was not a bad sort of object to be, if one must be an object, and the sex-frantic lad was not going to ruin things by making any objections to his objectdom.

He just sat there and waited for the sexy blonde with the big tits to start to work on his prick.

And that was just what Thelma did.

Bending down, she slurped the head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking voraciously. Her tongue curled around the meaty prick and her lips pulled and dragged as she worked skillfully on the succulent mouthful. Then she began to bob up and down, feeding the whole prick into her greedy mouth. She was cupping his balls in one hand, gently squeezing them. With her other hand, she traced a fingertip up along the fat, pounding vein that seemed the underside of his cockshaft, caressing it as her lips drew up to the knob.

She was looking up, watching her husband as he watched her.

Homer was leaning down as close as he could get. Light glinted from his thick eyeglasses and a smile twitched at the corners of his lips. His prick was so long that, bending down as he was, the head of his cock was brushing him under the chin.

"Ummmm," Thelma sighed.

"Ahhhh," Homer moaned.

His mouth worked as if in emulation of his wife's sucking lips.

Tom felt uncomfortable, with his prick in a woman's mouth and her husband staring right at the connection – but his cock did not feel any discomfort at all. He had never known such a wonderful sensation as getting his cock sucked. He began to gurgle and gasp.

"Oh, yes, darling – suck it," Homer groaned.

"Ummmm," Thelma purred.

"Suck him off, darling – make him come!"

Tom began to twitch and gyrate, his ass churning on the seat as he fed his prick up into her skillful mouth.

"Shoot in her mouth, boy!" Homer rasped.

Her tongue had curled under his cockhead now, so that his prick was skimming over it as he went in and out of her mouth. His knob ran back and lodged in her throat, then came out until she collared it behind the flaring ledge with her compressed lips.

Saliva poured down his cockshaft as her head came up, then she bobbed down the slippery rod again. His cockhead was just starting to weep. The sticky seepage trickled onto her tongue and into her mouth and she gave a little whimper of joy as she tasted the first of his juice and knew that she was going to suck a lot of succulent cum out of that sweet young prick. Now there was foamy jism mixing with her saliva as her lips pulled upward. She bobbed down, retrieving the stuff.

She kept looking at Homer.

Homer kept looking at her.

Homer's massive cock was hammering wildly as he watched his wife's lips drag and suck on the young man's meaty prick. Homer had never understood why he loved to watch Thelma sucking other men's cocks and drinking strange men's cum – nor had he ever really tried to figure it out. He guessed that maybe he was a pervert, but that did not trouble him in the slightest. Being a pervert was too much fun to question the motivation.

Homer had enjoyed watching such things ever since he was a kid, when he had found his mother sitting on the mailman's prick in the hallway, while the meter reader fucked her in the mouth. The sight had been so thrilling that he had jacked off for the first time, despite his tender age and not even sure what he was doing and, in his innocence, he had been surprised when white stuff shot out. He'd wondered what it was. Not a day had gone by since then when Homer had not pulled himself off at least once, and he was doing so now, his fist frigging up and down at the base of his rod, moving only a few inches.

Homer came before Tom did.

He squirted his thick jism into Thelma's face.

She squirmed in ecstasy under the sweet spray.

Homer's spunk ran down Tom's cock and Thelma went down after it, sucking her husband's cum off another man's meat. Her face was coated with spunk, and she was radiant with the pleasure of it. She wanted more. She began to use her hand as well as her mouth, gripping Tom's cockshaft, pulling it up and down as her lips worked voraciously on the flaring wedge of his knob.

Tom howled.

His balls burst and he hosed Thelma's gullet with a load of streaming hot cum.

Thelma swallowed and sucked for more.

She milked the boy's prick and balls dry.

Then she pulled her soaking mouth off his cockhead and raised her smiling face, lips parted, so that Homer could see the cum on her tongue.

Homer groaned and clamped his lips to hers, kissing his wife lovingly while she still had a mouthful of jism.

Then she swallowed the rest of it.

Tom's cock, potent and vigorous, remained standing like a rampant tower, hardly diminished at all by his ejaculation.

Thelma gazed down at his cock and grinned with delight, while Homer gave a nod of approval.

Then she fucked Tom.

She drew her skirt up and sat back on the seat, her lush thighs spread, her hairy cunt open and sodden with her own juices.

Tom got down on the floor, kneeling between her legs. Homer leaned down, his chin on his wife's belly and his eyes glued on her cunt.

Homer spread Thelma's cunt open with his fingers.

Thelma took Tom's cock in her hand and guided the bloated cockhead into her pussy.

Tom began to fuck vigorously.

Her cunt was hot and slick. Tom thought that fucking was even better than getting sucked – both totally new experiences for the lad. His ass bucked and his belly heaved as he drove his prick in, time and time again, plowing up her cunt, shoving his cock in with gusto.

Homer gurgled with happiness as, from close range, he watched that fat prick vanish up his wife's sodden pussy, then reappear slippery with cuntjuice. Thelma was stroking Homer's head tenderly and Homer was fingering her clit, adding another dimension to her pleasure.

Thelma creamed.

Then she creamed again.

She was coming for the third time when Tom gave a cry of tormented ecstasy and filled her cunt with cum. He spurted load after load into her pussy, jerking as he emptied his balls.

Thelma squirmed and her pussy sucked voraciously, dragging the last drops of jism from his cock and balls.

Tom slumped, feeling as if his skeleton had come apart – or melted and squirted out of his cock.

His prick, softening at last, slipped out of Thelma's cunt.

Her cunt overflowed with cum and cunt-juice.

Homer gazed at her pussy for a moment, licking his lips. Then, just as he had kissed her on the mouth before, he lowered his head and kissed her soaking cunt with loving devotion.

And now Homer was inspired.

Although he had already jerked off twice, his masterpiece of a prick was raging and thundering. He pushed Tom out of the way and knelt on the floor between Thelma's trembling thighs.

Thelma arched her back, tilting her cunt up to receive his thrusts, and Homer poured his prick into her, feeding her the whole massive cock with the first stroke.

Tom regarded this in awe.

How could a cunt hold a cock that big?

He half expected to see the woman's hipbones jump out of their sockets or a long furrow rise up in her belly. Homer's cock was so long that it would not have surprised Tom if the knob had come pushing out of Thelma's mouth from inside, running right through her body from cunt to gullet. But Thelma's pliable cunt, which had clamped so sweetly on Tom's smaller cock, had spread out now, and they were fucking easily and fluidly, jolting together in wild passion.

When Homer came, he came so hard that his ass flew back on the recoil and, if Thelma had not been braced against the seat, he would have blown her right off the head of his prick.

They ground out their contentment, then snuggled together in the pleasant glow of satiation.

They had forgotten that Tom was there.

Tom opened the door and got out quietly.

He paused. He guessed that he should thank them, or at least say goodbye, but they weren't looking at him.

What a strange couple, he thought.

And what a lucky meeting it had been.

Tom hurried back to his car, eager to tell Jerry of his wonderful adventure.

But Jerry hadn't returned from the toilet yet.