Chapter 10

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.