Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

Not for the first time since those luscious lips had closed over the tip of his pecker did the man wonder who was giving him such great head. It might be Denise. The girl was positively cock-hungry. She would do anything to get that long manly pole shoved into her pussy or, Don guessed, into her mouth. But this could be Gloria. His own wife could be giving him the best head of his life and he didn't even know it! “F-fred,” he stuttered out, “tell me. I got to know. Is that Gloria or Denise sucking my cock?” “Hell, Dad, I don't have the foggiest idea. Does it matter that much?” “Yeah, it does. I gotta know.” “Okay then, girls, switch partners!”

Don was horrified to see the lumps under the blanket switch positions. For a dreadful moment his cock began to cool off, being exposed to the cold night air. Then another set of warm, loving lips closed on his prick and continued sucking where the other had quit.

Now he knew the answer. One of them had to be Gloria! But was it the first set of lips of was it this one? He still didn't know!

But the words were beginning to fail him. He felt his jism rising along the length of his prick. No amount of trying would hold it back.

He closed his eyes and almost drown in the sensations of fellation washing through his body. He fought to hold in his come. He knew the tiny drop of preseminal fluid had already leaked out-and a quick tongue had scooped it up in a flash. He tried to sort everything out and guess who it was under the blanket. Gloria had given him head more times than he could remember. What were her favorite tricks? Had she ever tried to drive her tongue into the end of his prick like this woman was doing to him? He didn't remember that at all. He thought this was Denise. And he immediately changed his mind back again when the woman used one of Gloria's favorite techniques. She slowly sucked his prick into her mouth and clamped down just hard enough with her teeth so that the sides of his telephone-pole-thick cock dragged against the hard surfaces. The sting was immediately soothed by the soft lips and swirling tongue. Only Gloria could come up with a trick like that. Don was feeling smug and began to wonder if he should reveal the fact that he knew it was his own wife fellating him when he felt a powerful suction that drew him forward to the edge of his seat.

The woman was sucking so hard that he was being drawn on to the point where the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth.

And then he was falling down her throat. When his cock stopped the downward plunge, he knew the cleft head of his dong was just behind her Adam's apple. Every time she swallowed gave his cockhead a gentle massaging. Gloria had never been able to do this! It had to be Denise under that blanket. The knowledge made his cock jerk and pulse wildly. The woman obviously wasn't able to keep his cock down forever. He slowly pulled back and gusted a sigh of relief as he felt his cock slip from her throat and come back into the vault of her mouth. The rough cradle of her tongue stroked repeatedly across the most sensitive portions of his prick until he felt the urge to fountain out his come. He knew his prick was growing in size preparatory to blasting out its creamy load. Just as he was at the point of throwing in the towel and coming in the woman's sucking, sweetly torturing mouth, she shifted her emphasis and began to squeeze gently in just the right spot on his prick to cut off any ejaculation.

And only Gloria knew that trick and the exact spot on his prick to apply the pressure. Was it Gloria sucking on his prick or his son's girlfriend? Gloria knew all the things that made him get hot fast, but had never taken a cock all the way down her throat just like Linda Lovelace before. So who was it still avidly applying all the erotic skills imaginable to his cock? Don had to admit he didn't know. “Ummm, God, this is something special, isn't it, Dad?” called out Fred. His voice quavered a little bit showing the strain he was under. The way the amorphous lump under the blanket on his lap moved, Don knew the woman was face-fucking herself with all-out speed.

He wondered how long it would be before one or the other of them finally came. Then an idea hit him. If Fred was going to conspire to do something like this to him, the least he could do was return the favor. He motioned to the vendor carry the tray filled with paper cups of beer. When the man came over, Don managed to say in a level voice, “Two beers.” The vendor looked at him strangely, then glanced down at the dual lump moving like a camel on the desert. The blanket was beginning to take on a life of its own. Don pointedly ignored that and tried to figure out how much change he should get from the five he gave the vendor. Finally, he gave up and told him, “Keep the change.” “Out of a five? Thanks, mister. And, uh, have fun and, er, don't lose your head. You know?” Flustered, the vendor turned and went down several steps to another thirsty customer. Don handed one cup of beer to his son and said, “Down the hatch, my lad.

And don't you dare spill a drop!” Fred took the beer, his hands shaking slightly. He didn't want it yet he knew better than to refuse it. This was his father's way of getting even. If he could chugalug the beer, that would be his best bet. If… The way the woman was working on his cock, he didn't know if he could get even half of it swallowed before he came. And if he was trying to swallow beer when he finally got his rocks off, that could be a scene that would attract the attention of everyone nearby. He smiled weakly and hoisted the cup to his lips to begin drinking. Slowly at first, then with great confidence, he began drinking. And he didn't even get halfway through when he felt his balls give one final lurch and send his jizz rocketing out the tip of his prick. A wet, sucking mouth was there to greedily gobble up every single drop of his come. But he was sputtering and spraying beer all over the people in the row in front of him. He couldn't talk, not while his prick was fountaining out geyser after geyser of sperm and semen. And he wanted to scream out his lusts at the top of his lungs. But everyone got confused and he inhaled a bit of beer foam and went into another choking bout.

“Don't worry about my son,” he heard Don saying. “The kid's never had beer before. Didn't k-know how s-strong it was!” The way his own voice was betraying his emotions made Don wonder if he could hope to outlast Fred by more than a few seconds. But valiantly he began swallowing his beer. A little down his throat, then he felt the moist Lips surrounding his prick bend into a perfect “O” shape. The suction must be making her cheeks go hollow but he couldn't see that. He swallowed the beer he had in his mouth and closed his eyes again. He didn't know if that made the sensations more intense or not. He thought so. Hearing the roar of the powerful engines on the track pushed him closer and closer to the brink of blowing his own wad. But he had challenged Fred with the beer and he couldn't back out.

Another mouthful of beer went down, and another. Then the woman under the blanket over his lap began face-fucking herself with a vengeance. He wished he could lift the corner of the blanket and watch his thick cock splitting her lips and driving all the way into the humid cavern of her mouth. That thrilled him as much as anything. But he didn't even know who it was giving him this expert head. He managed to get the rest of the beer down before the telltale tingle passed into his loins. His entire cock was on fire and that blaze rapidly spread into his crotch. When his balls tightened up even more, he felt like a runaway boiler approaching the explosion point. He gripped the edge of the seat with both hands and hung on for dear life. The frantic face-fucking continued and he felt every single stroke of it between those demanding lips. The tongue pressed hard against the end of his cock as if trying to keep it out of the mouth, but the sucking belied that idea. The push-pull fucking was something new to him. A vague idea drifted across his sex-dazed mind that this was Denise sucking on his prick. But where had the teenaged girl learned such fine tricks? No, it had to be Gloria. But what had kept her from doing all these fine things to him over the years? A third alternative hit him that it was neither of the women, but that was simply ridiculous. Who would it be? And then it was all over. His prick gave one huge jerk before spewing out its creamy load of come.