“Yes, Billy. A lover of Marge’s choosing. A nice man who could stop by from time to time and give her what she really needs.” Doris looked at the throbbing dick in her son in law’s hand. “A real man, Billy, with a much longer, much thicker penis than your little meat,” she snickered. His body was trembling now and she sensed his orgasm was near. A wicked thrill shot through the woman. She smiled at the little wanker, then added, with a smirk, “and left a nice big gooey load of his cum, deep in her pussy —just for you to suck out.”
The woman’s foot continued to roughly fondle his sensitive balls.
“But, but, but.. . OHHHH.”
The perverse and humiliating thought rang in his ears. He couldn’t hold back any longer. The first spurt wasn’t as large as the next three, but one by one, spurt after spurt of thick pent up semen poured from Billy’s dick onto the woman’s leg and made a sticky white mess on the sheer black fabric.
“AHHHHHHH,” the young man shouted like a banshee. Pleasure coursed through the throbbing knob head. Another thick ropey glob of cum splashed on the woman’s panty hose. Billy half jerked and half humped his dick on the woman’s big leg.
“There you go, Billy! Show me what a BIG load you can shoot. LOOK what a MESS you’re making!” The dick twitched again and sent another volley of load onto the nylons. Mrs. Gaithway laughed at the spectacle. She intently watched, as women always do, with a certain fascination as the man’s dickhead exploded and sent gush after gush of spermy ejaculate flying from the little hole. “There, there, see, it was worth the three week wait, wasn’t it,” she giggled.
He was panting like he had just run the New York City Marathon as his hand milked the frothy seed load from his aching balls. It felt like the most cum he’d ever shot in his life. The thick globules splattered on the black nylon stockings and the first white streaks began to run down her leg.
“OH YES, Billy, good boy, empty those blue balls for me,” she said with a mocking, amused tone as she stroked his hair, ” just look at all that cum you get to clean up!”
—The Amazing Iphone—
“Yes, dear, yes, we did. . . that’s right, he’s—he’s all taken care of dear. Yep, good for the next few weeks, uh huh, that’s right! No, he’s still here. What? He’s right here where he belongs, down cleaning up his little mess, ” she laughed. “Uh- huh. I’m watching him as we speak! What’s that? I should take a picture with my iphone? OK, Hang on.”
Billy could hear loud laughter from the receiver. He heard the sound of loud voices, —men’s voices, like his wife was in a bar or nightclub. Doris held up her iphone, with a grin on her face.
“Got it!! Yes,, yes—I’m fixing to send it to you, dear. What?, oh OK—I’ll tell him, hang on.”
She put down the iphone, “Billy, Margie says she wants my nylons spic an span clean!” She went back to her iphone, “Oh, don’t you worry Margie, I’ll see to it he does,” she said with a cheery tone.
Ms. Gaithway continued her conversation. She watched him lick up each and every globule he had sprayed on her black panty hose. The sticky fishy taste of the large load coated the insides of Billy’s poor mouth. He hated this part of his training.
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