Tom the PaperBoy

TOM the PAPERBOY

As I was driving home from work, I wondered if my “for sale” notice would be in the newspaper. I was anxious to get ride of my boat and trailer since we had not had the boat in the water for the last three seasons. When I pulled into the garage and headed toward the kitchen, I yelled at my wife, “Marge, has the paper boy come yet?” She replied, “No, but he eyes are glassy.” I walked into the kitchen and there was Tom, our paper boy sitting on the counter with his shorts down around his ankles and my wife leaning over the counter sucking on his hard black cock. He just smiled at me with some bit of apprehension showing his white teeth and bulging eyes and certainly enjoying the attention he was getting from my wife. “What the Hell!” I shouted, and Marge just waved her hand and continued to slide her lips up and down on Tom’s wet cock sucking his purple knob and licking his shaft all the way down to his pubic hairs. “Honey, I told you that if I ever got the chance I’d like to see Tom’s cock and above all, I’d like to taste it. Well, that chance happened about 20 minutes ago. It reminds me of a nice, thick, creamed filled chocolate eclair.”

I watched with fascination as Marge stroked his chocolate meat stick, pumping his cock and gobbling all the cock she could get into her mouth, almost to the point of gagging. I could see the tears in her eyes from taking so much of the boy’s cock down her throat. We had fantasized so many times about Tom, the paperboy, wondering what it would be like to have him fuck Marge and see her sucking his black cock. It was the center point of many erotic thoughts over the past few months and we’d both get hotter than hell just imagining such an thing happening.