Chapter 9
Juliet felt strange, almost maidenly, in spite of her determination to stay cool with them. It was difficult, though, because it was daytime, and even though they had the curtains drawn all around, it was still light.
She and Blake; Ryan and his mother. The others understood, and were out in the rest stop, exchanging hellos with travelers and eating goodies from the dispensing machines. Before long, Juliet thought, they'd all be swinging together in one giant orgy, all naked and fucking and eating one another. But just now, they were better and more relaxed working in smaller groups, getting more familiar with each other's needs.
This was the largest group yet, Juliet thought, wiggling slowly out of her panties and bra. Four of them hadn't made it before now, and this ought to really be something. She looked at her husband and saw the uneasiness on his face; Blake was having a more difficult time adjusting to the presence of Ryan than he had to Robin. It was the boy's youth, she thought, although Blake hadn't been all that particular when he had fucked Ryan's sister.
"Well," Melanie said, already stripped and lying lovely upon the sheet, "this is cozy. Good thing it's a queen-sized bed, or we all wouldn't fit."
Blake's prick was only half erect, Juliet saw, as if he was only partially excited, or his excitement was dampened by the situation. He said, "Melanie-you've already screwed your boy?"
"So many times we lost count," Melanie said, running her hands over her belly, sliding them around her hips in a sensuous motion. "Does that matter? I've only screwed you once, and that's an omission that ought to be rectified right away."
Blake said, "I'd kind of like to see it, see Ryan put it to you, I mean. I never saw anybody fuck his mother before. You always hear about it, but nobody ever sees it-or admits they did."
"Sure, Uncle Blake," Ryan said. "I'm always ready to fuck my mom. No matter how many cunts I get into, I dig Mother's pussy the best. Not that I'm putting you down, Auntie; you're a really groovy piece of ass, but there's something about fucking Mom that turns me on all the way."
"Damn," Blake said reverently, "just like that."
Melanie cupped her tits and thumbed the dark-pink nipples. "Let's not make this an exhibition. Everybody into the pool, right? And everybody can see how everyone else fucks."
Juliet lay on her back and spread her feet; she touched Melanie's right foot with her left, and they slid together. Blake knelt between her knees, his cock climbing slowly to its erect position, the hairy sac of his balls swinging below. But he wasn't looking down at Juliet's waiting cunt. He was staring entranced at Ryan who was fondling his mother's pussy.
"Beautiful, Mom," the boy said. "That's the most beautiful cunt in the world. I'll kiss it now."
His red-gold head went down, and he first kissed his mother's belly, making her squirm. Juliet wiggled a bit, too, and the sole of her foot climbed up and down Melanie's shin. Ryan's pink tongue flickered out and felt around in his mother's honey-colored pubic hair, parting it over the outer labia. The boy caressed her belly with his hands, then her hips and thighs.
"Go ahead, boy," Blake breathed raggedly. "Eat her; get your mouth right on into your mom's pussy and eat it."
Melanie hunched up her crotch, lifted and spread her thighs for her son, saying, "Just a little bit, darling. Mommy wants to get fucked by you."
Her husband was fascinated by the sight of Ryan dipping his face into Melanie's cunt, so Juliet reached up and took him by his fully erect prick. Running her fingers lightly up and down the stem, she tickled his testicles and moved right back up to the glistening head with its drop of fluid balanced precariously at the little slit.
Gently, she pulled on his cock, urging him down to her belly. Head turned to watch every detail of the cunt-eating beside them, Blake allowed himself to be drawn down, resting the weight of his upper body on his hands. Juliet rubbed the head of his prick into her hairy cleft, moved it around there, massaging the tender knob with the curly bush of her mound, dipping the tip of it into the humid lips and turning both his glans and her labia more slippery.
"Lift up, darling," Melanie said then to her boy. "Come on up and stick that sweet little cock into Mommy's snatch. I need it, baby-I need to be fucked by my horny son."
"Yes, Mama," Ryan answered obediently. "I'll fuck you now. Your pussy is all hot and drippy, and I need to get my prick into it right away, so I won't blow off against your leg."
Softly, almost under his breath, Blake Carter said, "Son of a bitch," and at that moment, Juliet pulled the head of his prick into the greedy maw of her cuntlips.
She drew him inside her pussy, felt the hard, round length of his cock sliding voluptuously up into the clinging walls of her wet and satiny vagina. His crotch came solidly to her crack, and she swiveled her ass against his balls.
"Just match him, Blake," she whispered. "Do as Ryan does, and fuck me while he's putting that young meat to his mother."
Eyes fixed on the boy and Melanie, Blake did as she suggested, moving back, pushing forward as Ryan slipped the cock to his mom. Soon he was keeping pace with his nephew, copying his strokes and his rhythm, participating that way in fucking Melanie while he was also fucking his own wife.
It was good for Juliet, too, all slidy and hot, all greasy and thrilling, and she churned her pelvis slowly, clamping down with her cunt muscles on Blake's rod, letting go so he could keep the steady beat.
"Oh, Mom, oh, Mom!" Ryan was moving faster now, picking up the pace as his mother hiked her belly higher and dropped it back down with more force upon the bouncing mattress.
"Darling, darling," Melanie panted, her hand cupping her son's balls, the other cupping the back of his head. "Fuck your mom harder and deeper! Slam that boyish cock home and make me quiver-lay it up into your mom's cunt, baby! I'm not far from coming."
Juliet rotated her ass, ground her cunt roughly over her husband's hammering cock, and somehow found that she was face to face with her sister, that their panting, gasping lips were only inches from each other. It was the most normal thing in the universe for them to kiss, and they did so, their mouths moving, their tongues immediately striking together, their teeth scraping.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Juliet saw that Blake was taking a grip upon one of Melanie's heaving tits, that Ryan was driving his stiff prick home with a fierce pounding.
She sucked her sister's tongue deeply into her own mouth and wiggled madly upon Blake's cock, shuddering to a climax that threatened to rip her apart. Into Melanie's mouth she said, "OH! OH! OH!" and recaptured her sister's tongue before it could withdraw.
Moaning incoherently, Melanie used her pelvis as a sledge, hammering and striking, and Juliet knew the exact moment when her sister came, feeling it through her mouth.
"Mom! Mom-I'm coming, too! My come is squirting away up your hot cunt right now-fuck me back, Mother-oh, fuck me back!"
Juliet's entire body thrummed like a picked guitar string, and her cunt contracted. The orgasm foamed and whipped within her vagina, and she realized that her husband was pumping hot juice into her box, that his semen was hosing her cervix and flooding the walls of her pussy.
They were locked together, four of them blended and mixed and turned into the other. Holding tightly together, joined by pricks and cunts and mouths, by hands and legs and the slipping of flesh and lubrications. They had come, and were coming, and somehow the experiences were greater for being multiplied.
It must have been years later when Blake stirred his cock within the soaking sponge of Juliet's cunt. It made a suctioning noise as it pulled back out, and as Blake's weight lifted from her.
"Move over, Ryan," he said. "I'm going to fuck your mom now, and I imagine that my wife wants to screw you."
"Sure, Uncle Blake," Ryan said. "My mother is just getting warmed up, and I'll really dig getting my prick into Auntie's cunt. I like fucking a pussy right after another guy; it's a lot hotter and slidier."
They moved around each other, the man and boy; Juliet held up her arms, kept her legs opened to accept her next lover. Ryan first stooped, as if he were performing some kind of sexual ritual, and nuzzled his mouth hotly into the lathered slot of her pussy. Juliet rocked upon her ass, tilted her pelvis upward for the boy, and rolled her belly just enough to smear his cheeks and chin with her excess juices.
And when he approached her with his wet mouth, she plastered her own joyfully to his, meeting his tongue to sample the exotic and aromatic flavors there. Juliet knew she was tasting the essences of her own cunt and the semen left there by her husband, as well as the bright young excitement of Ryan's mouth.
He entered her easily, slipping his rigid cock in with barely a ripple, she was so open and ready, so dripping. But she felt him there, felt him nudging her already distended clit and stroking up into her saturated vagina.
"Ryan, my sweet nephew-fuck your auntie. That's right, baby-cram it up my snatch and make me shiver because it's so good!"
Turning her head, she saw her husband's big, reddened dick disappearing into her sister's inflamed pussy. Blake socked it deep with one long thrust, and his balls swung up against Melanie's asshole.
"Blake," Juliet said hoarsely, "oh, Blake! Look at the boy fucking me-watch him laying his sweet cock up into your wife's cunt-"
"Yeah," Blake said. "Oh, yes, doll. Ryan boy-screw her good; fuck her long and strong."
It was different for Juliet, holding the boy close in her arms and legs, staring at her husband and her sister grinding and humping together, seeing his long prick slide wetly in and out of Melanie's lovely pussy. The sensations were new, and it was as if she had never fucked Ryan before, as if she had never watched her husband fuck another woman.
The changing over, she thought; the quick swapping of one male for another, the replacement of one prick by another in her cunt and along her clitoris; it all made for tremendous arousal, for a new kind of swinging that stimulated her to strange new levels of lust.
So Juliet laid it up to her boyish lover, riding his hard and plunging cock, taking all he could give her, blending her rhythm with his. She held him tightly in her legs, dug her fingernails into the sleek, smooth cheeks of his flexing ass and tried to pull him completely into her suctioning box.
The bed was creaking and jumping, because Blake was fucking Melanie as if there would be no tomorrow and he was well into his final fuck. He hammered and drove his cock home, and Melanie loved it, ate it up with her gulping cunt and begged for more.
Juliet could hold back no longer, and came with a series of jerky little humps, clenching down with her cunt muscles and feeling her sphincter tie itself into a knot. She went limp beneath Ryan's steadily stabbing prick, feeling him but unable to respond, her carnal thirsts slaked for now, her body gone nerveless in the wake of another massive climax.
But the boy continued to fuck her, to rut into her lax pussy, circling his pelvis so that his cock touched all around inside her vagina, raking the clit and bringing forth only little sparks of feeling.
"Next time," he said, never breaking his timing, "I'll show you another way to fuck, Auntie. It's so new to me that I haven't even screwed my sister with it. I just learned it from Mother, and it's real great. Oh, Auntie-I'm getting so close-your cunt is all soppy and buttery-I'm just about to come in it-going to mix my come with Uncle's in your gash-coming now, coming now!"
She experienced the bursting forth of his semen, knew the spraying of the sticky fluid, but only remotely because she was already inundated with fluids, her own and Blake's, and now Ryan's copious ejaculation.
Ears buzzing, throat gone dry in direct opposition to the rest of her body, Juliet sucked for air and stability. Faintly, she heard her husband and her sister thrashing beside her, and dimly realized that they were cresting, coming, reaching orgasm, if not together, then very close to it.
The boy's weight was negligible upon her body, and she enjoyed having it there, liking the way he snuffled and burrowed into her tits, how he fondled her hips and the cheeks of her ass, sliding his hands beneath them and fingering into the crevice that housed her asshole.
Melanie was moaning rhythmically like a metronome someone had turned on and forgotten after the music had ended. Blake was just moving back out of her well-screwed cunt, and some semblance of consciousness was returning to them all, when the door of the housecar banged open.
Juliet couldn't quite rouse herself, but her eyes fluttered open as Robin thrust his head into the bed curtains and said, "Wow! I sure as hell hate to break up something that looks as good as this, but there's some guy outside, taking down our license number."
Blake grabbed for his pants. "I'd better-no, you move us on out, Robin. If he's only seen you guys, his report is bound to be all screwed up, and Martin may think we've split. Drive onto the freeway and watch for the turnoff sign on the left; it's only a few miles. We'll just stay hidden until you're sure that no car is following us."
Robin pulled his head out of the curtains, and his voice floated back to them. "Sure-but it's my turn at the next stop. This little girl out here has got my cock standing like a flagpole."