Ron Taylor: Two hot families

I held her head, caressing her face with my pussy, and David strained to give her another goad squirt or two, right up the old cunt, before he fell back, exhausted. His cock slipped out of her. It was still up, and he had a jolt or two of jism left in him. I saw his dick jiggle, and a glistening, shiny gob of cum exploded from the fat red knob, arcing into the air, to land in the middle of his mother's back.

"Whew," he said, and his dick melted almost as he spoke. I leaned forward, surrounding Connie with my own body. My fingers found the spot of cum on her spine, and I scooped it up. For a moment I was tempted to drink it myself, but I remembered my manners in the nick of time.

"Here," I said. "From David to you." And I stuck my finger, cummy and sticky, into her mouth. She closed her lips and sucked me clean, and I felt her sigh again, and it was over.

I'd gotten acquainted with the whole family this evening. Her father had socked it to me after we finished our carry-in dinner, and let me tell you, the man knew his business. He had all of David's masculine strength and endurance, and he was mature enough, besides, to give me the full treatment. In spades. When he finally slipped his pecker up my cunt, after a long, long session of foreplay, I started to come and didn't think I'd ever get stopped.

To make matters worse, Dierdre was down there, giving her dad's cock and my pussy the same kind of going over I'd dished out to her and David by the pool this afternoon. Only she wasn't doing for the first time, like I had. She was experienced, and eager, and she licked up a storm.

At the same time, David was eating Dierdre's cunt and Connie was blowing the fuck out of his dick, and Alan Banks had one hand in his wife's snatch, diddling and poling, and we were a regular five party daisy chain, all of us fucking and sucking. Alan jerked his rod out of me just in time to squirt into Dierdre's hungry mouth and Dierdre splashed a load of girl cum into David's mouth, and Connie's lips flooded over with her son's abundant river of jism, and she wiggled into a climax of her own, making her husband's fingers deliciously sticky. And through it all, I could think only, God, it's just like I'm one of the family.

It was the sunniest of Saturday afternoons, and the river sparkled below us, the swift-flowing waters a muddy green with glints of sunlight flashing across the ripples. Near mid-channel a slow base dutifully pressed its way upstream, against the current, and I felt sorry for anyone who had to spend a day like this working, instead of having fun.

The three of us lay on a wooded bank overlooking the river, deep in shadows from the old, thick-branched trees above us. Birds were singing, and the river's low rushing sound drifted up. When we had time to listen.

Dierdre's father was lying on his back, stretched out on a long beach blanket spread over the cushiony moss and grass, and I was humping up and down on his cock, where it thrust deep and proud into me.

He moved beneath me, making his cock dance in my cunt, and I squirmed about in complete abandon. Alan was doing a fantastic job of fucking me or maybe I was just in a fantastic mood for fucking.

Dierdre lay beside her father, while he sucked and nibbled her nipples where she offered them. Her nipples were brown spears of erection, covered with spittle, and I could see teeth marks and saliva on the tanned ends of her boobs.

My own tan was coming along. I wasn't quite so pale across the tits and hips. By the time we returned to school on Tuesday, I should be evenly bronzed, or very nearly so. And probably fucked to a frazzle, too.

"Let me, now," Dierdre pleaded, and I couldn't deny her. I lifted myself from Alan's cock and she hurried to take my place. She held her father's rod upright and jiggled it into her pussy opening, and then she plunged down like a piston, swallowing him in her juicy hole. "Do it, Dad," she grinned, leaning forward so that her tits fell toward him and did a little bump and bounce for his visual amusement.

"Would you like to taste me again?" I asked him, and Alan allowed as how he certainly would. "Okay! What you want, you get!" And I sat on his face, pressing my twat down so he could lick and slurp every creamy centimeter of me. He took hold of my ass and began to knead the slender but shapely hips, pulling them so that my pussy winked open a little and my asshole tingled.

His tongue slicked into my cunt, and I felt an extra set of fingers begin fondling me from behind. "IS that you?" I asked, and I heard Dierdre murmur that it was indeed.

She tickled up and down the crease of my ass, moving again and again to the tight little pucker of the asshole itself. I knew she was going to do me there, with her finger, but why was she taking so long? It was something I'd never tried before meeting her, but now that she'd given me a few lessons, I wondered how I'd ever done without it.

"Stick it in," I said. "Don't torment me!"

"Aaaaaahbhhh," she groaned in deep satisfaction and her fingers stiffened against my buttocks. It wasn't a big come, but I knew how transported with joy she must feel as the delightful spasms passed through her pussy. And her little ones were always the harbingers of big climaxes on their way here. I could share her pleasure, share it in my heart and mind and soul and cunt, because much the same thing was happening to me. Alan's tongue had coaxed a shuddery tingle of response from my cooze and I fucked his face two or three quick times, smearing my juices all over his mouth. I hoped it would make him horny for more of me, and I wasn't mistaken. His tongue shot up inside me, and he was doing it to me all over again.

Dierdre's fingers took life again, and the tip of one of them banged for admittance to my rectum. I wiggled back to meet her, and I was greasy crotched from swimming and fucking and being eaten. Her finger dilated my asshole with quick rotations, and she moved into me, thrusting, stabbing, the well-trimmed nail of her finger scraping the lining of my asshole as she took herself home. I was tight, but yielding, and my rectal muscles contracted lusciously around her. "Ohbhhh therrrrrrrrrre!" I moaned, being taken in both holes and wishing only that I had more holes to be taken.

Someday, I thought, feeling her finger in my ass, I'm going to try this with a cock. But not till I've had a little more practice.

Dierdre's finger quivered, and I knew from that contact alone that she was coming again. This time it was the big one. I didn't have to hear the chirping moans and cries emanating from her joyous mouth.

Her finger slid out of me, and I was sorry, but Alan was pushing at me, motioning for me to get off his face. I arose, turned, and saw that his red cock was still hard and upright, that Dierdre was lying beside her father, eyes shut, lips fluttering. Her fingers were in her cunt and her legs moved in rhythm. "Me again?" I asked, grabbing Alan's cock.

"If you want to," he said, a complete waste of breath. How could I not want to? I was about six strokes shy of the hottest orgasm of the day. And the cock in my fist was the perfect way to get to that orgasm. I mounted him again God, it was great for I'd never done it before I met the Bankses, but it was rapidly becoming my favorite position.

I slithered my wet pussy down like a glove on the hard staff of Alan's dong, and he filled me perfectly. When I was sitting on him, I could feel the tip of his rod at the mouth of my uterus, and I was just full of peter. God, it was getting to the point where I felt empty unless I had something in me!

He covered my tits with his hands, and I rested mine on the hard table of his stomach. The man was in good shape, and he could certainly dish out a fucking. "Oohhhhh fuck meeeeeeeeee!" I screeched, riding him up and down, side to side, up and down again. I swiveled my hips so that his dick jounced around inside me, the hot, swollen tip stimulating every inch of my pussy's interior. If feel meant anything he was as close to coming as I was, and it was gonna be a good one, no two ways about it! His fingers dug into my tits and my nipples were sticking out a mile from their sweaty-wet bases. And if my nips were wet, my pussy was flooded. He squished when he romped up into me, and there was squish when I settled down on him, too. A squish, and the hard, marble-like presence of his balls under my pussy lips. Oooohhhh, yeah! I squirmed until his face went pale, and then I was riding up high, coming down hard, using his cock the way God had intended it to be used. For my pleasure. And his.