James Barton - The family gets it on

Tom lapped the girl's cunt furiously, and as he did, the head of his prick popped up from between his legs as the girl moaned under his licking tongue. He shoved his cock back between his legs, frightened that she might notice it, then suddenly, she pulled away from him and bent down closely to his face.

"I… I want to do you…" the girl said passionately, "I… I never have done it before, but you're making it so good for me… please let me suck your cunt too."

Tom swallowed thickly and realized the jig would be up if she even touched him, let alone "did" him. He whispered, "No, honey… turn around and I'll do you… with… with a dildo."

"Oh, yes!" the girl said huskily, and turned her back on him.

Tom stood slowly and took hold of the girl's hips and turned her around until she faced the toilet. He raised the robe over her back and let it fall on her shoulders as he took in the broad ass and full thighs. She sure wouldn't win any beauty contest, he thought as he spread her legs and guided his prick into her cunt from the rear. The girl gasped and clenched the muscles of her twat as he worked his way in.

"Oh… oh, shit, that's real!" the girl said, and wiggled against him.

"It just seems that way…" he whispered, and reached around to fondle her large titties as he stroked in and out of her cunt from behind.

"Oh… oh, Momma," the girl moaned. "Fuck me… fuck me hard… fuck me deep… oh, shit! Squeeze my titties… fuck me!"

Tom obliged and felt his own orgasm building. He wondered what the girl would do when the "dildo" shot a load of hot cum into her cunt… and as he thought about it, he knew that wouldn't be fair to her. He decided to pull it out and let it shoot between her legs, and as she bucked wildly under his hands and choked out, "Cumming… I'm cumming… cumming… fuck me… FUCK ME!" Tom pulled his spurting prick from her cunt and felt his jism pulse from the head of his prick into thin air.

Quickly, he pulled up his trunks and backed out of the booth while the breathless girl stood bent over, holding onto the lid of the toilet as she called, "No… don't leave yet."

But Tom left. He hurried from the darkness of the restroom and into the sunlight of the beach. He took off at a trot toward the other end of the beach and the private resort area, leaving behind the public restrooms, the homosexuals and the bare-assed girl bent over the toilet, wiping cum from her chin and wondering how a dildo had managed to do that.

"Tonight?" Greg asked as he pulled on his trunks and looked down at the exhausted Linda lying with her legs still splayed on the bed.

"I'll try… Tom might not go for it…"

"Don't worry about old Tom… Lisa will take care of him for us. You just put the idea there… well do the rest," he told her, and bent down to kiss her on the stomach before he left. Linda shuddered at his last touch and closed her eyes as she heard the door close. Sleep came quickly for her and she pulled the sheet over her naked body as she rolled to one side.

When Tom entered the beach cottage, he went directly to the refrigerator and opened a can of beer. He saw Pepe beneath the table and wondered where Linda was – surely, she still wouldn't be in bed – would she?

But that's where he found her, sleeping soundly still, wrapped in the sheet. He looked at her lush outlines and thought again of the night before when he had had sex with Linda's teenaged daughter. The two were so much alike, he thought as he drained the last of his beer and set the can on the dresser. He slipped out of his beach robe, and as he did, Linda rolled over in her sleep and the sheet fell away, exposing her naked body.

He looked at her golden bush and was surprised as he felt the stirring in his loins. Jesus! he thought, I'm the one who's oversexed! He sank to his knees beside the bed and moved his head between his sleeping wife's legs. As his mouth closed over her cunt and his tongue entered her, he tasted an unfamiliar musky substance and he wondered at that… then he heard her moan in her sleep and he wondered at that too. Greg?

Tom mixed drinks as Linda finished dressing. He looked up from the small bar as she entered the room wearing a see-through blouse of pale-blue lace and a pair of hip-huggers a shade darker. The blouse fell several inches short of her waist and Tom felt a twinge low in his crotch as he saw her golden belly exposed.

"… do you think that's the sort of thing to wear to a party, darling?" he asked, and glanced toward Suzy, who entered behind his wife, wearing an identical top and a brief miniskirt.

"Don't be so old-fashioned!" Linda scolded, and picked up her drink from the bar as she glanced toward the clock in the corner. "Besides, it's not a party… Greg and Lisa have just invited us over for a few drinks and some friendly conversation," she told him, and allowed Suzy a sip of her drink.

The girl made a wry face and remarked, "I don't see how you can say that tastes good."

Linda laughed lightly and took her glass, then asked Tom, "What time are Vicki and Chuck supposed to be here?"

"Any time now, darling," he replied, and looked to Suzy. "Are you and Pam going to the movies?"

"Uh-huh," the girl said, and winked at her mother. "Deep Throat's playing at the bay… thought we'd go see it again." Tom dropped the ice dish as both Linda and Suzy laughed at him, then Suzy said, "I'm just kidding, Tom – don't look so shocked."

Linda turned on the stool as she saw Chuck's car pull in behind their own. "Oh, they're here," she said, and leaned forward to kiss Suzy. "Have a good time, Susan – don't stay out too late."

"I won't," she said, and walked behind the bar and raised her cheek for a kiss from Tom. "Have a good time at the party," she said, and rubbed his crotch as her mother walked to the door. "If I have one of those groovy dreams again tonight, I might just have to include Pam… she's staying the night, you know…"

Tom's face burned fiercely as Suzy went around the end of the bar and met Pam, the Hoagartys' daughter, at the front door. She spoke to Vicki and Chuck as they entered, then she and Pam walked down the path, and headed toward the business district of Beach Bay, their heads together in deep conversation.

Tom felt the same panic he had that morning, but surely she wouldn't tell Pam, he thought hopefully as he set two more drinks on the bar and forced a smile as Vicki slid onto a stool and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

"Hi, guy… how's the vacation agreeing with you?" the pert brunette asked, and Tom saw her nipples through the sheer blouse she was wearing. He felt his prick go hard at the thought of touching them, and he cleared his throat as he answered.

"Never felt better," he said, and he took along pull on his drink as Chuck sat, his arm about Linda's waist with his hand on her bare flesh.

Chuck picked up his drink, tested it, and asked, "What's this about a party we're supposed to go to?"

Linda let her hand lie on his thigh and said lightly, "Not a party, really – just the neighbors asked us over for a few drinks. They're neat people, Chuckie… I'm sure you'll like them."

Tom poured the drinks as they chatted lightly and he was overly conscious of the way Linda acted toward Chuck – no differently than she usually acted – but it disturbed Tom to see his wife so free with her hands and her kisses. He found Vicki looking at him and he flushed as he realized he had been staring at her compact tits – two sizes smaller than his wife's, but full and pointed. Tom drained his glass and poured another round.

"Better slow down, partner," Chuck remarked, "you'll never last the night," and they all looked up as a knock sounded on the front door.

Tom went around the end of the bar, saying, "Must be Greg… I'll get it," and he hooked his toe on the corner of the throw rug.