“I don't know why I agreed to come to this silly thing,” Gloria told Fred. “I don't like to see those men go out there and try to kill themselves. There's always a wreck and twisted fenders and…” “Quit bitching, Mom,” Fred told her. “You agreed and you're here and by damn you're going to enjoy this tonight.” “I doubt it. It's already getting cold and I didn't remember to bring a blanket. We're going to freeze to death watching those men out there slaughtering each other.” “It's not as bad as the freeway at rush hour and I remembered the blanket.” He pulled out a large cotton blanket with Intricate orange and blue patterns dyed into it like a demented artist's concept of a sunset. “I have no interest in the races and I want to go home.” “Stop being childish, Mom. I assure you you'll like it. Give it ten minutes or so and if you haven't gotten a hell of a charge out of everything by then, well, we can split.” “Split? If we don't freeze first. That wind is brutal.”
Shrugging his shoulders in resignation, Fred led the way up to the numbered seats in the bleachers. A quick glance told him that Denise and his father hadn't shown up yet. That was probably just as well. The way his mother was bundled up, he wondered if she expected another ice age to come within the hour. It would be hard to identify her-at first. After they all realized what was happening, it wouldn't matter. And with luck Gloria would be hot enough not to need the blanket anymore. “The bench is cold. Wood. I'm afraid I'll get a splinter in my rear end. Why did I…” “Will you kindly shut up with the griping, Mom? I told you, just ten more minutes and if things haven't picked up by then, we leave.” She slumped into a silence that was interrupted by the starting gun. The roar of engines and the squeal of tires as the racers took off would have made talking a pointless venture. Fred sat on the edge of his seat, not so much watching the race as wondering where Denise and his father were. Then he saw them making their way up through the crowded area just below.
He wanted to wave, but that seemed as if it would be a breach of the plan he and Denise had concocted. He hunched down a little and simply waited. When Denise came in to take the seat next to him, he heard his father saying, “I don't care for stock car races. Hell, I spend the whole goddamn day looking at the lumps of metal. This is like a busman's holiday. How'd you ever talk me into this, Denise?”
“You know,” she said sweetly. “You were fucking me when you agreed. I think you would have agreed to anything then.” Fred felt his mother stir, then turn and peer up at Denise and Don. She said, “What do you mean, while he was fucking you? You mean that he and…” Words escaped her. “Hey, what's going on here?” demanded Don. “Did you two connive to get us out here together?” He looked accusingly at Denise, then down to Fred. Both of them were smiling ear to ear. “Did you really screw Denise?” Gloria demanded.
“Yeah,” Don truculently replied and then added, “And I'll bet Fred got you out here in about the same way. Where'd you fuck him? In the library?” Gloria blushed and Don knew he'd hit the nail on the head. “All right, you two. Give with the explanations.” “We just thought a little family outing would be nice,” said Fred. “And Denise, after all, is just like one of the family. At least, I think of her that way.” He squeezed her hand and received a comforting pressure in reply. “Shit,” was all Don had to say as he sat down on the cold bench. Denise moved to where Fred had been sitting and rapidly whispered with Gloria. The older woman shook her head, then slowly seemed to come to an agreement about whatever the problem was they discussed. “What's happening, Fred? You didn't get us out in the cold for nothing. I know you. You love your comfort.”
“Just wait and see, Dad. Just wait and I assure you that you'll do more than see!” “Sounds cryptic. Hey, wha-” The blanket across their laps suddenly sprouted two big lumps. Gloria and Denise had dived under the blanket and worked their way between the men's legs.
“Ummm, I think I'm going to like this a bunch, Dad,” said Fred as soon as he felt eager fingers unzipping his trousers. His cock flopped out limply only to be caught up and gently stroked. The look on his father's face told him a similar nice thing was happening to him.
Don asked, “Who's under there? Is it Denise or Gloria?” He started to lift the blanket to see but Fred stopped him. “Don't look,” he ordered. “Guess which one. It's more fun that way.” “What the hell are you talking about? They can't suck us off out here. We're in public!” “Yeah,” said Fred wickedly. “Just as you and Denise were this afternoon. I beard all about that. On a car? In plain view of everyone passing by? Gosh, Dad, I didn't know you got off on things like that!” “Umph,” the man answered, his face appearing a little strained. “I don't. Usually. But, dammit, which one is sucking so hard on my pecker? I've got to find out!” But Fred prevented him from looking again. The anonymous heads under the blanket could belong to either Gloria or Denise. And that excited him. Was it his girlfriend slowly stroking up and down his semi-erect prick? Or was it his mother worshiping his balls, fondling them, gently bouncing them up and down?
He gasped when he felt the wetness of ruby lips press against the very end of his prick. His boner grew gradually as the eager mouth began to really suck on his glans. And all the time fingers massaged the balls dangling limp and loose under the length of his firehose.
When the head began to move back and forth in a rapid face-fucking, he felt himself come fully erect. His hard-on was almost painful. Usually he snapped right to attention, but the work he'd done that afternoon had taken some of the lead from his pencil. After he finished balling his mother in the library, Fred went over to Denise's house.
The two of them had spent most of the afternoon comparing notes on the relative fucking abilities of Fred's parents. And, in the course of the discussion, both had gotten so aroused that it was only natural that they begin to screw. Fred had lost count of how many times Denise had gotten off. He knew it was a couple dozen because he'd fucked her until he'd come, then when he was able to ball again, they'd gone at it as hot and as heavy as the first time, maybe more so. While his balls didn't actually ache, they were a bit sore from the repeated fucking he'd engaged in. But this was so nice and soothing- and stimulating!-that he couldn't complain. The woman under the blanket was doing a thorough job of giving him head. Her lips brushed all over his cock and then she began to lightly nip at his flesh with her teeth. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but it did give him something to contrast the softness of her lips against.
“How's it going, Dad?” He turned and looked at his father, obviously lost in the enjoyment of the mysterious blow job.
“Great, son. I… I didn't know I'd get such a kick out of getting sucked off in public like this.” The man had to shout just a bit to make himself heard. The roar of the cars passing by on the track would have muffled his voice otherwise. As if realizing that others might have heard what he said, he suddenly looked guilty.
“Don't worry, Dad. They don't know. And if any of them do, they're bound to be jealous of us! Ummm, that's nice. She just tried to stuff her damned tongue down my piss-slit. Didn't make it, of course, but simply trying-God!” “Yeah, I know the feeling.
There's this rough, wet tongue toying with my balls right now. H-have you figured out who it is giving you the blow job?” “Nope, and I don't care as long as she keeps giving me moves like that!” He settled back and simply let the sucking mouth work its magic on his cock. The roar of the cars down below on the oval track drowned out the lewd, obscene sucking noise that was coming from under the blanket. He felt a rough tongue begin to lick along his entire length as if he were nothing more than a meaty popscicle. She started at the base, letting his balls know exactly what she intended to do. The entire hairy bag was drawn into her mouth where she could use her tongue to the best advantage. And when she began to lightly gnaw on the man's nuts, he almost jetted off then and there. Don moaned loudly and gripped at the mound under the blanket that was the girl's head.
“Shit, woman, your mouth is killing me!” he yelled over the roar of the stock cars. “But I love it! Keep working on my prick!” A vendor passing by with a tray loaded with beer and soda pop turned and stared at Don and Fred for a moment, then shrugged and went on his way. Both exchanged glances, then laughed. Fred told his father, “I wonder what he's thinking?” “Probably along the lines of 'what they're getting, I ain't selling.'” Don found it increasingly hard to simply sit still. The woman had spat out the hairy sac containing his balls and was licking and lightly nipping with her teeth along the entire length of his cock. She wasn't missing a single square inch of tasty prick. He knew that she was breathing harder; he could feel her gusty sighs in the tangled mat of his bush. The hot air was making him get more and more aroused as the minutes crept by.
Everything about this public blow job was turning him on more than he'd have believed possible just a few hours earlier. When she reached the end of his cock, she simply enmouthed the glans and began to suck for all she was worth. For a horrifying instant, Don thought his guts were going to be pulled out the end of his prick. The suction she applied to his cock was almost more than he could stand. The man loved the feel of a woman's soft lips working sensuously against his cock and could enjoy that sensation all night long-usually. This wasn't a normal blow job by any means. The very act of doing it where any of the crowd might suspect was an added thrill. Don wondered how he and Gloria had ever missed doing something like this before. He remembered back on the afternoon and the extra zest he'd gotten out of fucking Denise in full view of anyone caring to stop and give a second look. That girl had one hell of a hot pussy! And it was made all the more desirable by the fact that they'd been on public display.
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.
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.