Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

His hips lifted off the bench as he drove the thick spike of manmeat into the hidden woman's mouth. She used every trick in the book and a few new ones to prolong his come for as long as possible. Don thought it was for an eternity that he spurted out his gooey come, then he sat back on the hard wooden bench and was all too aware of the cold evening air. Not even the fumes from the exhaust or the smell of burning rubber seemed to warm him now that the mouth was gone from his flaccid prick. Opening his eyes, he hoped to get a quick look at which woman it was who'd been sucking him off. He was disappointed. Both women were sitting back on the bench and licking lips as if they just sampled the tastiest wine in the world. It could have been either of them-and he knew it had been both, for a while at least, it had been. “Which…” he began, only to have Fred cut him off. “Doesn't matter, Dad. What say we return the favor to those fine ladies?” And the two of them slipped under the blankets and ate pussy for the next forty-five minutes. When Don left the stock car race, his jaw was hurting-and Gloria was on his arm, beaming like a schoolgirl.

“That was fun,” Denise said, snuggling up close to Don and pulling hard on Fred's arm so that the three of them formed a tight little group. With his free hand Don reached out and included Gloria in the group. “I agree. Thanks for the little, uh, lesson in how a bit of difference can liven things up,” he said. Then he reached around and pinched Gloria's ass and made her yelp. “You're sure gotten frisky. Hell, just a little blow job and you're all hot to trot.” She jumped again when another pinch reddened her ass. Then she saw that it was her son doing it this time. “You, too, Fred,” she added. “I got as much a charge out of it as you guys did. It was so… illicit!” “Exciting,” was the way Fred put it. “Let's go home and get something to drink,” suggested Don. “In spite of the warmness of these two wenches' mouths, I'm getting to feel a little chill in these tired old bones.” “And not in your boner, though,” said Demise, her hand pressing hard into the front of Don's pants.

“Nope, not there. Let's all take one car home. I think it'd be a lot easier on us.” “I agree,” said Fred. “I'll drive. If Denise can sit up front with me, that is.” “Sure,” his father said. “I think I can let her go for that long. And it's been years since we were alone in the backseat of a car, isn't it, Gloria?” “You're planning on doing something really naughty, aren't you, Don Munday?” the woman accused. “And if you're not, I'm going to sit in the front with Denise and Fred!” “Bitch!” he said, swatting her ample rear to get her moving along. The foursome went off, laughing and joking.

Fred slipped behind the wheel of the car, revved the engine and pulled out of the parking lot with practised ease. “Gotta keep the engine warm,” he said, floor-boarding the accelerator pedal. “As if you didn't keep my engine warm-hot!-all the time,” Denise said.

Then she slipped her hand to his crotch. Fred spread his legs just enough to allow the girl to unzip his fly. His prick fell out into her cupped hand, limp and white as a worm from a crypt. But that didn't last long, not with her eager mouth working all over its length. Fred sighed and then shuddered slightly as his prick began to jerk pleasantly erect. “Hey, you two, watch out,” came Gloria's concerned voice from the back of the car. “We don't want to wreck, you know.” “Just shut up, huh, Mom? Dad, can't you take care of her mouth for us? I'm sure you can find a better use for it. This is something Denise and I get off on a lot.” The road was almost deserted as he wheeled out onto the highway and ripped through the ebony darkness at better than ninety miles an hour. And all the while, Denise's sucking mouth worked on his prick. She could feel the energy of the car seeping through her boyfriend's legs and into his groin.

The faster the car sped, the more he reacted. His prick was a tasty, hard, wondrous pillar of quivering meat now. She wouldn't turn down a treat like this for the world. Something of the stock car race had carried over to the two teenagers. The speed had fed their elemental hungers, sharpened their senses and made them even hornier.

Now it was time for them to tap those incredible energies and live, really live! The needle of the speedometer crept up past a hundred. Fred's foot remained firm on the accelerator but his hands shook on the wheel from reaction to the girl's soft lips working so mercilessly at his cock. The wetness of her tongue flittered around like some small insect, touching here, darting there and making him come fully alive. The speed. The darkness rushing all around him.

The woman sucking so expertly on his cock. All merged into one tremendous experience that blew the top off his head when he came.

She sucked in the flood of his jism. The salty, tangy taste never failed to stimulate her. She let it smear all over her tongue so that the taste-buds would be on the receiving end of more joy than they, could handle. Her saliva mixed with the thick goo of his manseed, then the whole slippery mass went easily down her throat. The girl didn't stop sucking until there wasn't another drop of jism locked up in his balls. “Came too soon,” Fred sighed. “But then I always do when we do this.” “I enjoy it, though. The thrill of danger gives us both a huge charge. Remember when you sucked on my tits and finger-fucked me to climax while I was driving that Jag? God, I've never had a bigger come than that!” the girl said. She remembered that night vividly. Her dainty foot shoving hard against the accelerator of the big, lumbering car, the responsiveness of its precision steering to her every command-and the delight of coming while doing better than a hundred and forty miles an hour along the highway. The danger mixed perfectly with sex. One augmented the other and made both more acute, more wonderful than ever before. “One of these days,” Fred told her, “we're going to have to try it while skydiving or maybe hang-gliding. That looks like it would be one hell of a big kick.”

“I hate heights,” she said. “But maybe we could fuck underwater.

You know, scuba gear. I think that would be unreal. Sort of floating, but still in control-up to a point.” “We might scare the fishes,”

Fred laughed. “But yeah, let's try it. How're the folks doing?”

Denise turned at the sound of breath being sucked in hard and held. She saw Gloria kneeling on the seat, straddling Don's hard-on.

She fucked herself with more power and speed than the teenaged girl would have thought possible. Something of the sense of speed and danger communicated itself well to the pair in the back, it seemed.

“Okay. Let's make for your house. And who knows what might happen there? This looks like it might be one of the more memorable nights in our lives. Think we should take pictures?” Fred laughed and said, “Why not? That videotape unit Dad got for Christmas hasn't been used all that much. We can hook up the camera and make do-it-yourself XXX-rated movies!” Denise smiled and fondled Fred's flaccid penis all the way home. She was glad in a way that the car had an automatic transmission. He didn't have to take the finger out of her cunt to shift gears once. The car lurched to a halt and Fred shouted, “All out that's getting out!” He saw the reflection of his mother's face in the rearview mirror. There was no denying the soft, satisfied look on her face indicated a very satisfactory fucking session on the way home. He added, “Of course, if you don't want to get out, you don't have to. But Denise and I are going to check out something to eat.” “Yes,” she sighed, snuggling closer to Fred. “And I want to get something hot slipped into me, too.” “I can think of a couple hot things we can slip into you, Denise,” came Don's voice from the back. “But let's get the hell out of this car. I'd forgotten what a pain in the ass it was fucking in a back seat.” “Hell, Dad, if you think sex is a pain in the ass, maybe you're doing it wrong.”