Emily bestirred herself slowly and out of immediate sight. Emily still craved…whatever. She rolled to her side and viewed the trio, lust pulsing inside her lean curves. She moved to her hands and knees and wondered where she could fit into this menage.
Jerry let loose a low, moaning sigh as he felt Emily’s surprising tongue begin cleaning his still semi-stiff dick of the juices. His moan became louder when he felt her mouth sweetly engulf his glans and the regular, nursing suckling of her lips on his dick.
To his amazement, his cock stopped shriveling — and began stiffening again.
Emily was sucking thirstily on his prick. She crouched on all fours, bending low so her nipples would brush his thighs, running her fingers up and down his chest and abdomen, between his legs…
…over his balls…
…and all the while suckling and licking at his cock, savoring each renewed pulse of excitement in the fat meat.
Jerry’s hips began to undulate as his dick regained premature regeneration. Her mouth was so hot! And no matter how big and thick and long his cock got, she seemed unwilling — or unable — to relinquish it. She sucked him hard, her head bouncing up and down without pause, now ramming his prick against the back of her throat, now taking the glans into her throat, now tightening her throat on him, now relaxing it and taking a little more of it.
And all the time, the suction, the heat, the movement of her tongue, the small gasps as his dick worked in and out of her throat…Jerry felt his balls tightening again.
Connie kissed her way down his belly, then kissed Emily’s ear before clambering over her husband’s straining form. She paused long enough to kneel and pull her soaked, provocative clothing away, then rolled Kimberly off her husband and onto her back. She half-tore Kim’s shirt off and then, there they were: those magnificent nipples.
A moment later, Connie was locked with Kim in a superheated sixty- nine, both of them hungrily tonguing and passionately licking and sweetly kissing — and writhing.
Jerry was pumping his hips harder, more urgently, sending fully three-quarters of his big cock into Emily’s face — and she was willingly taking all he gave her and waiting eagerly for more. Deeper and deeper she took his rampaging prick until…
Jerry groaned. She was grinding her wet cunt against his shin. And he could feel her nipples against his thighs, her hand pulling his hips toward her — and her nose pressed hard and flat into the hair at the base of his cock. He could feel her chin against his balls.
She’d swallowed his entire cock and gave no sign of releasing any of it.
And then he felt a sensation he’d heard of, but never dreamed of experiencing — her throat closed around his cock.
She was massaging his dick with her throat.
“Ohhhhh…” Jerry groaned. He knew he was about to give Emily, this lovely and accomplished Japanese lovely, what she was craving. The cum poured out of his overworked balls, swelled through his prick and inundated her throat.
Emily felt the twitching, heard the moaning and knew she was getting what she wanted — his complete essence. She sucked all the harder, relentlessly, knowing without tasting — his cock was too far back in her throat for that — that he was pouring the contents of his wonderfully hairy balls all-but-directly into her stomach. She was doing what his wife, his former lovers, not even he, himself, had suspected could be done — coaxing his just-drained testicles into releasing yet another load deep into the only mouth and throat that had ever taken all of his massive size. It was just about the most depraved, whorish, sluttish thing she could think of: deep-throating another woman’s husband in the wife’s presence.
It got her off.
Emily ground her cunt down hard, then still harder, on his leg, shivering with wanton pleasure at the decadent thing she was doing. Her physical orgasm was a small thing, but what she felt inside was immense.
Jerry knew only that the cum poured out of him and seemingly endless, prolonged geyser. The pleasure and the orgasm were so intense that they were almost painful…but not quite. He surrendered all his jism to the hot, sucking throat of the voracious Japanese lawyer and then fell back, prone and barely conscious.
Emily slowly worked his dick out of her throat and mouth, then let it fall gently back to rest on his stomach. She marveled at the size of it. Even drained, it remained long and fat, though limber. With a soft, sperm-lipped murmur of pleasure at her accomplishment, she let herself slouch with her cheek against his taut abdomen.
Jerry was dimly away of his wife shifting as he put his hand down to caress Emily’s face. Then he felt Connie’s hand there, too, on the same mission. He raised his head enough to look into her eyes and found her looking back — and smiling.
“I love you, Gerald,” she whispered.
“I love you, Veronica.” He groaned and lay his head back. He barely heard her whisper: “Almost done. One more thing.” He felt her rest her face against his. “You think you’re through; you’re not.”
He barely mustered strength to speak: “You gotta be kidding.”
She smiled; he could feel the movement of her facial muscles. “Trust me, honey. When you see what we’ve got to show you, you’ll be more than ready! For now — rest. You’ll need it!”
As he dozed off, Jerry wasn’t sure whether to be pleased…or terrified.
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