Chapter 4

Barbara was disappointed when she got to Johnny Turner's house and found that Sam, his father, was home. She didn't expect any action with a parent present. But she sat down next to Johnny on the couch and the good-looking, dark-haired boy began to kiss her.

Then he squeezed her tit.

"Johnny!" she snapped, pushing his hand away and darting a look at his daddy.

"That's okay - Daddy don't mind," Johnny said.

Barbara raised her eyebrows in disbelief. But Sam gave her a wink and a nod.

"Jeez! You gonna watch, Mister Turner?" the flabbergasted girl asked.

He grinned and shrugged.

"Sure," his son said. "It's only fair. Sometimes Dad leaves the bedroom door open so I can watch while he's fucking Mom, so it's okay."

Barbara was so shocked that, for a moment, she didn't even feel randy.

But then Johnny slipped his hand down inside her halter and felt bare tit and she began to steam with lust. Having Johnny's dad watching was turning her on, adding a really kinky element to her erotic desires.

Johnny removed her halter and she made no attempt to stop him. Her naked tits rolled free. Her rosy nipples were standing out, and Sam's eyes were popping out as if in echo of her tit tips.

The man was licking his lips and the front of his trousers was standing like a tent on a pole.

Johnny kneaded her tits and plucked at the nubs, then bent down and sucked her nipples, switching from peak to peak and licking into her cleavage as he crossed over.

His drool poured down her tits as he panted on the perky pink buds with hungry desire.

She cradled his head to her tits, wriggling and squirming about. Hot flashes spread from her tit tips and raced through her body. Her clit was swelling and tingling below, matching her nipples in arousal.

"Oooooh! Oooohhh!" she moaned.

She saw that Sam's mouth was working as he emulated the actions of his son.

Johnny, still sucking tit, slipped a hand down inside her bikini bottom and began to play with her pussy. Cunt-juice, thick as paste, came oozing out from the leg holes and ran down her thighs, and the crotch band of her swim suit was filling up with the flow.

He began to tug her bikini down.

Barbara hiked her ass up and wriggled her hips to help him remove the garment. She was keen to get naked so that he could play with her pussy without restraint.

And she was doubly keen because she wanted his father to look at her cunt as well.

Johnny stripped the bikini bottoms down and removed them from her feet. He tossed them aside. The crotch band was so sodden that the tiny, sexy garment landed on the carpet with a splashing sound.

Barbara leaned back and opened her thighs wide, giving Sam a good look at her pussy. Her pink cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a blossom, the darker inner folds revealed.

Her gaping cunt was full of juice. The gooey cream was streaming around her stiff clit like a swampy tide breaking around a soft pink lump of driftwood.

Sam was licking his lips as he looked.

Johnny kissed her lips, then her tits, as he began to fondle her naked fuckslot again. He stroked the unfolded lips and rubbed her clit. More juice came gushing from her gooey pussy, turning her groin to a swamp. Cunt-cream was soaking into the crack of her ass.

The boy slipped his middle finger up her fuckhole, sinking in to the knuckle and winding it around. As he finger-fucked in and out, he whipped the edge of his thumb rhythmically against her swollen clit.

Johnny slid down from her tits and ran his tongue through her cunt hair. Then he kissed her pussy. Barbara shuddered as his tongue played on her clit.

Sam's tongue was sticking out from his lips, whipping around like a vibrator. It was more than evident that he envied his young son that snack.

Johnny burrowed around in her pussy, licking and sucking. He was inexperienced as a cunt-lapper, but he was enthusiastic and it felt good.

Barbara was willing to bet that his handsome father was a better pussy-eater than the boy, though.

She was starting to feel delicious depravity coursing through her body and her mind.

Barbara, who was a very naughty little lady, had had two guys at once before - and even three, once - but the idea of fucking with a father and son was turning her on, making her feel really kinky.

She began to fumble in Johnny's crotch, opening his fly. She drew his cock and balls out. He shifted back and dropped his pants, kicking them off. Then he dove on her cunt again, munching hungrily.

As the boy plated her pussy, Barbara played with his prick. But she was being careful not to fall into the steady stroking tempo that would jerk him off.

She had already wasted a load of jism today and she wanted more than to toss Johnny off. She stroked him slowly and fondled his balls.

Her eyes were fixed on his father.

And that gentleman was becoming desperate.

He stood up from his chair and cupped a hand over his bulging groin. His face was grimacing, tight and taut, a mask of pure lust.

He drew his zipper halfway down, then paused and looked at Barbara, lifting his eyebrows - politely inquiring if the girl had any objections to having him produce his prick. She answered with a smile.

He whipped the zipper on down and reached in to haul his heavy cock out.

Her eyes went wide.

Sam's prick was huge, a lot bigger than his son's, and the cockeyed girl was regarding it in awe. He thrust his loins out towards her suggestively.

Then he began to beat his meat.

Sam was going to jack himself off while he played the spectator on his son's lovemaking.

But what a shame it seemed to have that gigantic cock and balls wasted on his own hand.

"You don't have to do that, Mister Turner-" Barbara huskily whispered.

He grunted and his fist stopped moving, gripping his prick back at the thick hilt. It looked like he was holding a war club up before his belly.

Pre-cum was dribbling from his pisshole, greasing his cock-knob. That purple slab was smoking hot and glowing like a meaty beacon atop his prick.

"Why don't you come over here?" she panted.

Johnny's head jerked up from her groin abruptly and for a moment Barbara wondered if the boy resented having her invite his dad to join them. She was Johnny's girlfriend and he just might be jealous and possessive.

But then she saw that he was grinning, his eyes bright with enthusiasm and encouragement. Barbara realized that father and son had set this scene up. They had obviously been hoping that Barbara would be willing to fuck and suck with both of them, but had been too polite to suggest it.

She remembered that Sam sometimes let Johnny watch while he fucked Johnny's mother.

It made her wonder if Johnny's mother had ever invited the boy to join them in bed.

The idea of incest really made her hot. Fucking a father and son wasn't exactly incest, she realized, but it still had some of the dark charm of that taboo sin.

And, even as she thought this, some true incest was about to take place at her own home.