She watched him fumbling with the aperture ring, and she couldn't help but smile at her husband insistence from behind the antique Cannon SLR as the boy fondled her tits. He looks so young, she thought, an observation borne out of the ease with which she had been able to seduce him.
She was sure Charlie had spoken to the boy, the way this kid was grabbing at her throat, the ease with which he squeezed as his hardness dug into bare ass, even through the roughness of his Levi button flies. That's the way Charlie likes it to start, she reminded herself, her bare cunt beneath the flimsy skirt framed by a French garter and black nylons, the tall sharp spikes which he demanded she keep on at all time, and so she complied.
You like that, slut? The boy whispers in her ear and she's overcome with a flash of heat that forces her moan. She's acutely aware that something that once sounded so trite and premeditated was now a natural response to the things she had come to crave. She opened her mouth with a sucking motion at Charlie and her eyes dropped to glimpse his hand rubbing his crotch. She put her little finger to her mouth and her lips sucked it until she swallowed it whole, a reminder of her oral gifts and his own lack of endowment. She knew her husband would cum the instant he saw the boy's manhood. He's huge, maybe too huge she thought, and she giggled at the absurdity of it.
The boy rolls her over and stretches out over pool table, her wrist still in his grip. He pulls her to the seam of his jeans, his eyes beckoning her to do her job. She understands. Her fingers strain to free the metal buttons from holes made smaller by the force of his erection against the fly. God, I'm like Niagara Falls, she muses and she smiles at the Pavlovian response. Charlie's trained this bitch well she muses as the power shutter begins to whirl.
Jesus Christ, she hears Charlie blurt out as the last button springs free and the boy's cock smacks the side of her cheek. She can feel its tip against the back of her head. “Kiss it.: the boy demands. “Kiss it.” Her mouth brushes the base at the crease of his balls, which she licks as well. She licks in one lingering stroke that travels the length of him, her hand grabbing the fatness firmly at the base. She can barely feel her fingertips touching. Her mouth opens wider than she had guessed and stills she manages to let him slide to her throat, a trick that comes with time and a lot of practice.
She slowly rocks back and forth along half his shaft and the kid acts like it’s more than he's had in a long time. “God,” he exclaims. “God,” Charlie agrees having concluded that she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
