Chapter 7
While the pool side incest was taking place, Barbara was having a ball of her own.
Johnny had dove on her cunt again, and as the boy sucked merrily away on that juicy pussy, his daddy walked over and shoved his prick into Barbara's face.
She sucked on it hungrily.
She had given Johnny head a good many times, and now she could detect a family flavor in his father's cock. But she thought that Sam's adult cock might be even more delicious than the boy's teenaged prick.
Sam's pisshole spilled some pre-cum onto Barbara's tongue and she swallowed it rapturously.
Then he drew his cock out of her mouth and knelt down. He gently pushed his son's head out of her crotch and dropped his own face into that boiling caldron.
Barbara had assumed correctly. Johnny's father was a better cunt-lapper than the naive and inexperienced youth was. His tongue flailed and whisked in her cunt. He moved back and Johnny took a slug. They began to alternate, trading places on her pussy, sharing that sweet snack equally between them, like some family feast.
Her cunthole was creaming off, feeding them both. But now the horny girl was hot to get fucked. She slipped from the couch and knelt on the floor.
"Fuck me - somebody!" she whined.
Father and son exchanged a glance, obviously wondering who was to get the honor.
But she was Johnny's girlfriend, after all, and the boy knelt behind her upthrust ass. With his daddy looking on, he shoved his prick into her fuckhole, clinging to her hips as he shoveled it in doggy fashion.
He began to hammer away with gusto.
Sam was holding back, politely awaiting his own turn in the girl's pussy. But Barbara had two ends to her sexy body, and it seemed silly to make Sam wait.
She parted her lips in an oval, forming a facial fuckhole and sliding her tongue out invitingly.
"Fuck my face, Mister Turner!" she panted.
He grinned and knelt down in front of her. He thrust his prick out and she took it into her mouth gleefully. Father and son looked at each other over the arched back of the kneeling teenager as they slogged in from both ends.
Johnny whacked in, tilting her ass up and driving her head into his father's groin. Then Sam plunged into her mouth and shoved her pussy back on Johnny's cock. She was being tumbled about between them, like a juicy meat bone two dogs were fighting over.
Sam was fucking her mouth just as if it were a cunt, and her cunt was sucking on Johnny's cock like a mouth. The two ends of the horny girl's body seemed interchangeable - nor did she know which she was enjoying more, the cunt-stuffing or the succulent face-fucking.
Pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue and preliminary juice oozed into her pussy and she knew that neither of her lovers was going to last very long-this first time.
She began to whimper for their juice.
"Cum - shoot up my cunt, Johnny! Jizz off in my fucking mouth, Mister Turner!" she whined.
They drove in faster as they surged towards a simultaneous family fulfillment.
Barbara's cunt was juicing heavily, and her clit was exploding. And as her cunt melted on her boyfriend's cock, she felt as if she was cumming in the mouth too, as her tongue flared and she salivated.
Sam grunted and stabbed his prick down her throat, shooting off a load of hot, thick jizz.
She gulped it down and, a second later, Johnny was hosing her pussy with his young spunk. Awash at both ends and dizzy with desire, the girl felt as if she were floating in a foaming fantasy, a sea of slime.
Sam sprayed her mouth and throat several times. Then he pulled out so that only his cockhead was in her parted, panting lips. Folding his fist around his big prick, he finished up by jerking himself off into her mouth. His own hand drained him bone-dry.
Johnny spumed off to the dregs in her cunt-hole, his flat belly whacking against the curve of her adorable little ass as he buried his prick. He heaved her haunches up and her knees bounced on the floor.
They writhed and wriggled together, coming slowly down from the crest. And although both sets of balls were emptied off now, both cocks stayed fat and hard. That fact delighted the insatiable teenager. She figured it would be fun to switch positions and do them both at once again.
She let Sam's cock spill from her mouth and it snapped up, as stiff as a shock absorber. Then she crawled forward, pulling her pussy off Johnny's prick.
She rolled over and lay on her back.
Sam and Johnny were as keen to switch places as she was to have them reverse the coupling. Sam moved back and mounted her missionary style.
But it was a modified missionary style - one that a real missionary would have frowned upon, because his son also mounted her, his ass on her upthrust tits and his sturdy prick looming out into her face.
Sam shoveled his cock into her cunt and Johnny fed his to her face. Her pelvis began to grind away instantly as she fucked herself on the father's big cock, and she started sucking Johnny's prick with relish.
Barbara always loved to suck prick, but Johnny's was particularly delicious now that it had just come dripping from her seething pussy. Cunt-juice was every bit as succulent as jizz, and she wolfed on his cock-knob hungrily.
Ass bouncing on her tits, he face-fucked her as his daddy drove into her cunt. It was as wonderful as it had been the first time, and since they had both already taken the immediate pressure off by cumming, Barbara knew, to her joy, that it was going to last longer this time.
It made her wonder how long they had. She had no idea where Johnny's mother - Sam's wife - was at the moment, and she was thinking that it would be embarrassing as hell if the woman should come home and catch her fucking the whole family.
And, in fact, Camille Turner was going to come home.
But embarrassing wasn't quite the word for it.
Camille, a big-titted redhead, had done the shopping and stopped in a tavern for a drink. As she perched on a bar stool, a man in working clothes had moved over to stand beside her and looked down her blouse.
He was grimy, but good-looking, and Camille, who enjoyed crude men and rough sex, was interested.
She began to flirt with him, batting her eyes and making sexy moves with her mouth on her cocktail glass. He wasn't much for small talk, evidently.
He told her his name was Jim.
Then he didn't say anything else for a while as she chatted away in her come-hither fashion and glanced down at the bulge in his overalls.
Then, a direct man getting right to the point, he cleared his throat and asked, "Wanna fuck, lady?"
His sweet talk had won her heart.
"Sure," Camille said.
They went back to his one-room apartment, taking a six pack. But they didn't get to drink it. As soon as they were seated on the bed, he began to kiss her passionately, feeding her a hot tongue sandwich.
He undressed her roughly, snapping a button from her blouse. She stripped him down willingly. His cock and balls were working-class meat, rough and ready, with a heavy slabbed cock-knob atop a steely stalk.
She sucked on his cockhead for a bit, and he nursed on her swollen nipples. Then she rolled back across the bed and drew her knees up, ready for a cunt full.
He snatched up both pillows and slid them under her ass, bracing her groin up high. Then he knelt between her shapely thighs and, grasping his cock by the hilt, thrust out and guided it to her cunt.
He rubbed the tip up and down in her gaping, swampy pussy, getting it greased up. Then he dipped lower and nudged the knob into her asscrack.
He grasped the cheeks of her ass in both hands, fingers digging in and twisting as he pulled the firm globes open. His cockhead flared in her asshole.
"You're in the wrong place!" she protested.
"Like hell I am, lady!" he grunted.
And he began to burrow up her shit-chute. She started to object, then trembled. It felt good - and taking a stranger's prick up her shitter was delightfully sordid, the sort of thing that Camille enjoyed. She could hardly wait to tell her husband. Camille had been ass-fucked before, but always from the rear. She hadn't even realized that it was possible to take an assful in the frontal position.
But with the pillows holding her haunches up high, he was wedging his prick in easily enough. It hurt a little, but the faint tingle of pain only served to intensify the thrill of the deviate coupling.
It went in and in, until she thought it was never going to stop. She half expected it to run right through her digestive tract and come out of her mouth.
But at last his cock was buried in her bowels. He held the full penetration for a few moments, then began to slam in and tug back out. The hot friction was turning her guts to goo as he speared her shitter.
Steady as a metronome, he poured the prick to her, filling her ass, pulling out, filling her again. He put the prick in like clockwork, his balls getting bigger each time he sank into her seething bowels.
His buggering was so steady that she had the impression he was keeping count, that when he blew his wad off it would be like the whistle signaling the end of the working day.
He began to grunt and gasp as he surged up towards the crest. Camille, with her cunt neglected, wasn't ready to cream off yet and she begged him to wait.
"Don't shoot yet!" she wailed.
But there was no stopping him. Nature was taking its course, and his cock was driving in like a locomotive running amok on a downgrade. He stuffed her shit-tunnel and howled like an animal as the hot enema of his jizz sloshed in her bowels. He shot out a lavish load, but it was over quickly, all of his juice pouring out on a few fast strokes. Then he slumped over her, wheezing. She wriggled on his cock, wanting more. But to her dismay, she could feel his prick beginning to shrink and soften.
Tugging back, he inched it out. The knob stuck in her asshole for a moment, then popped free. Limp now, his prick snaked around before his belly. Thick white jizz was bubbling from her vacated asshole.
Getting the fudge packed up her ass had been nice, but Camille wanted a proper fucking, as well. She twisted down and sucked his soiled prick into her mouth, figuring that she could nurse him up to a new erection.
But he was a working man and a member of the union and evidently did not believe in overtime. She sucked on his cock with relish, loving the flavor of a prick that had just been squirting into a tangy, tart asshole. But despite her efforts and considerable skill, it stayed limp, rolling all rubbery over her tongue and bending into her cheek.
Giving up on it, she pulled her mouth away and watched his cock sag lifelessly.
He slumped down on the bed, ready to relax after his labors, thoughtless of her needs.
"Hey - how about sucking my cunt?" she asked. "I didn't get to cream off yet."
He gave her a scowling look.
"Lady, I ain't gonna put my mouth on a slut that takes it up the asshole," he growled.
Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Camille was left bitterly frustrated. Her bowels were nicely spunked and she could feel his slime sliding around in her guts, but her cunt needed attention.
Still, things could have been worse.
Camille had a loving husband at home, and she was eager to tell him what she had just done. She knew that it would make Sam horny as hell to find out that his wife had just taken a strange guy's cock up her ass.
If she knew her spouse, he would want to spend a few minutes sucking out her asshole, then throw a tremendous and much-needed fuck up her cunt.
Jim was snoring now, sound asleep. Camille took his cock into her mouth again, not trying to stiffen it now, because she realized that was a futile quest, but simply because she relished the flavor of an ass-soaked prick.
But the time that she had sucked his tainted cock to a glossy luster, she was desperately horny.
She got dressed and left, heading for home, hot for a cuntful of marital cock. Her fuckhole was juicing all over the seat of her car, and her pussy perfume was permeating the interior in a cloying bouquet.
She parked in the driveway and went in.
And found her husband and son both throwing the prick to Barbara Hamilton.
But it wasn't as embarrassing as Barbara had feared - because Camille grinned and enjoyed the show.