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....

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