James Barton: The family gets it on

Rearranging her clothing, Pam sat back sulking as they sped southward past Huntington Beach and Newport Harbor.

A few miles further south, Suzy saw a man hitchhiking and she slowed. "I'll try this one, Pam. You drive and if he's right, I'll take over and let you fuck, OK?"

Pam sniffed and looked at the old man beside the road.

Bearded, his clothing looked old and tattered and he carried a pack on his back. "He looks awfully dirty…" she remarked as they pulled up and Suzy slid over and let Pam behind the wheel.

"Who cares? If he can fuck…" she said, opened the door and crooked her finger as she pulled the seat forward. "Wanna ride, Dad?"

The tramp looked at the two girls in the luxurious automobile. He started to decline the offer, then he glanced at the girl holding the seat. He felt his prick twitch as he saw her skirt pulled back and the golden bush between her lovely legs. Finally, he nodded, removed his bed roll and tossed it in the back. He climbed in and had to step over a small blue bag; he squinted to read the name and service number of a Corporal named Book… he wondered who that might be, then he settled back as Suzy closed the door and Pam pressed the gas to steer them back onto the highway.

Pam drove nervously and had to lean forward as Suzy turned in the seat and rested her arms there. She smiled and asked boldly, "Wanna play around, Dad?"

The old man looked at her and blinked; he watched as the girl climbed over the seat, straddled his legs and raised her skirt. He looked at her blonde cunt, squinted, then asked, "Ain't got no disease, have you, gal?"

"Nope… have you?"

"Just the hornies… I ain't been laid since mah mule died… Mahetabell – best damn mule a man ever owned!"

"What about women?" Suzy asked as the old man's grubby hands closed about her asscheeks and he sniffed her cunt.

"Too big fer women…" he said, and his tongue protruded between his bearded lips to lick her pussy.

"Too big?" Suzy asked as she felt his bearded face scratch her thighs.

"Yep… dong's too big."

"Ohhh…" she said, and took hold of his matted head and rubbed her cunt into his face. "Ohhh… uhhhn…" she moaned as she felt herself rise to his sucking mouth.

But the thought of a prick too big for a woman kept her from achieving an orgasm and she pulled away. "I've gotta see it!" she said, and tore frantically at his crotch.

"Easy… easy, gal. I'll show you," he said, and unbuttoned the two pair of pants he wore. "You kin rub it off if'n you want…" he told her, and reached into his pants to pull out the biggest prick Suzy had ever laid eyes upon.

"Good grief!" she said, awed by the tremendous size of the old man's cock.

"Lemme see!" Pam said, and craned her neck.

"Pay attention to the road!" Suzy cried as they narrowly missed another car. "Jesus…" she muttered, and took hold of the huge cock and found she was unable to encircle its entire girth with both hands. "How… how big around is it?"

"Too big," he said, and sighed, "but if you'll just climb up, little lady, you kin rub it off on your li'l ol' pussy!"

"Will I!" she exclaimed, bunched up her skirt and straddled him again. She felt the folds of flesh around the cockhead as it speared between her legs. She gripped it tightly with her thighs and reached between her legs to hold it as she moved her body against its throbbing mass.

"That's good, lil lady… oh, shit! Mahetabell…" the old man groaned as he gripped her by the waist. "Ummmn… Mahetabell, stump, gal… stump, gal… tha's it… Stump!" he shouted as Suzy rubbed the gigantic head of his prick against her cunt. She strained in a futile attempt to force the head of it into her cunt, but it was simply too big. Then she felt herself cumming and held on for dear life as the old man bounced her up and down on his cock and wailed like a man in pain.

Suzy cried out as the hot wave hit her loins and she felt as though she were being pounded onto a huge stake as something hot and sticky splashed against her cunt, then it spurted again and she knew he was cumming. The cum spit forth and Suzy shuddered at the volume of it as it came and came and came.

Pam was attempting to drive and watch too. The sight of the old man's gigantic prick stuffed between Suzy's legs had excited her greatly. Looking from the road to the back seat, she lifted her left leg and began to fuck her own cunt furiously with her fingers. Finally, she turned forward and twisted the rear-view mirror so that she could watch and masturbate at the same time. She gasped loudly as she saw the man's prick spurt its great load of cum, and as it welled up between Suzy's asscheeks, she felt herself cumming. They sped down the road at eighty miles an hour, and as the old man lifted Suzy up to lick his own cum from her drenched cunt, Pam looked into the mirror and climaxed. As she did, she closed her eyes tightly and stiffened her legs.

The vehicle shot across the highway as Suzy screamed, the old man's tongue deep in her cunt, and she climaxed again as the Continental sideswiped an oncoming bus, careened with tires screaming as Pam's foot found the brake peddle, then bounced off the side of a large sedan and spun wildly backward, smashed over a Volkswagen parked at the curb, tore through a low fence and came to rest in a great cloud of dust in the center of a pottery yard.

Suzy shook her head and scampered out the window on the right side of the Mark IV. She reached in and pulled a dazed Pam after her as the dust began to settle. A crowd formed and curious onlookers gathered about to gape into the back seat as the old man licked his lips, his huge cock still exposed. He shook his head, looked about and muttered, "Damn… that were some finish!"

Just then, a foppish man dressed in purple pushed through the crowd and took in the devastation of his pottery – then he saw someone still in the vehicle that had done the damage and he wailed as he approached the automobile, "Destroyed! Simply destroyed!" and he waved his arms about. Then, he stuck his head in the window of the car and ogled the old man, his eyes drawn to the huge stump of flesh still protruding from his open fly. "Oh, dear… yes… my dear man, let me help you – are you sure you're not injured?"

Sirens screamed and the street was filled suddenly with Laguna's finest. A pair pushed through the crowd to find an empty Mark IV sitting atop the display benches of the pottery yard. One of them hitched up his belt and demanded, "Who was driving this?"

Suzy tugged his sleeve and said, "I think it was a Marine… I saw him run off after the accident."

"But he left his bag!" Pam cried, and pointed, then she and Suzy edged out of the crowd as the police officers took over. They glanced over their shoulders as they made the street and saw the man in purple helping the old man toward the rear of the pottery yard.

"I still ain't been fucked, Suzy!" Pam cried as they walked north. Suzy grinned as she saw a flowered van approaching and stuck out her thumb.

"I think we're about to take care of that, sweetheart," Suzy told her as the van screeched to a halt and a long-haired youth waved to them.

They ran to the van to find it filled with people near their own age. Pam disappeared into the back with two boys and Suzy glanced over her shoulder as she saw another girl in the back, a dreamy look on her face as another boy brought his head up from between her legs. Suzy settled in between the two boys in the front, and as the one on the right slipped his arm around her, she looked up at him and smiled.

"I've got some friends," she told him as they pulled back onto the highway. "They don't live too far, and they just love to party… shall we make it?"

The boy ran his hand inside her blouse as Pam squealed from the back of the van. As the boy's fingers touched Suzy's tit, he told her, "We're always ready for a party."