All three were hungry. Charlene decided to make hamburgers: three for Lonnie and two for Howie and herself; and a bowl of potato salad was seriously depleted while the watermelon disappeared. Lonnie took his dishes to the sink and nearly dropped them in amazement as he looked through the window.
"Jesus, Ma! Ginger's coming, and she's naked!"
"So what?" Charlene said. "So are we!"
"Ma! You aren't gonna let Ginger see us like this?"
"You'll be the only surprise. And a nice surprise it'll be, when she sees you hard like that!"
Lonnie's cock had sprung into full erection at the sight of the naked girl. His ears flamed with embarrassment, and he looked toward the kitchen door. But if he had ideas of escaping, Charlene stopped them as Ginger knocked.
"Let her in, Lonnie!"
"Like this?" he said again.
"Exactly like that."
Charlene swallowed a grin as the miserable boy went onto the porch, leaving the inner door open. He cracked the outer door and tried to hide behind it.
"Uh; hi, Ginger. What do you want?"
"I want to come in, Lonnie. I want to see your Mom."
The boy pulled the door open and Ginger's eyes widened as she saw his cock. The blasted thing was glued against his belly, his balls drawn up tight and ready for action.
"Uh, come in. Ma's in the kitchen."
"Well!" Ginger stopped one pace inside the porch, her eyes glued to Lonnie's prick. Her tongue came out unconsciously and she licked her lips. "Have you guys decided to become nudists, too?"
Lonnie's flush ran all the way down to his white ass as he mumbled something and shut the door quickly, as though afraid someone else was out there. Then he rushed back into the kitchen and dropped into his chair, which he pushed under the table as though to hide his crotch. Howie and Charlene were grinning widely as Ginger followed him.
"What is it, honey?" she asked.
"Dad called. He and Mom are gonna have to stay in town overnight on business. They're worried about leaving me alone, so I told them I'd sleep over with Alice Jackson."
The Jacksons lived on the far side of the island with a raft of kids, including three of their own and eight or a dozen foster children. Alice was their oldest. Every chance she got she came across the island to play with Ginger, but most of the time she was expected to oversee the brood.
"I called Alice and asked her to cover for me. Dad and Mom never talk to her mother and father-Mom thinks it's outrageous to take in so many kids, so they'll never know the difference."
"What are you going to do?" asked Charlene.
"Well, I kinda thought maybe I could sleep here with you. That is, if you don't mind."
Ginger looked at Howie, whose grin was about to split his face in half, and then at the thunderstruck Lonnie.
"I mean, I know I should have asked you first, but you don't mind, do you?"
"It's great by me!" Howie said.
"We don't mind a bit," Charlene said. "You're more than welcome, Ginger. Isn't she, Lonnie?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure, whatever you say."
"However, we did have special plans for tonight, Ginger. We're going to sleep together. The bed's plenty big enough for one more-Hell, it'll sleep the whole Jackson clan. So if you do sleep over, it'll have to be with us!"
"Gee, I don't mind a bit, Mrs. Lewis! That sounds like it'll be a ball."
"Oh, I expect there'll be at least four balls in action, Ginger," Charlene said, grinning again. "I don't know that there'll be that much sleeping, though."
"Jeez, Ma!"
"Shut up, Lonnie. Have you had supper, Ginger?"
"Oh, yeah, I ate before I came over. I already had supper in the oven when Dad called."
"In that case there's nothing to stop us from going on up once we clear away the dishes."
"Yeah." Ginger cracked a phony yawn. "come to think of it, I am ready to hit the sack."
Charlene pushed back her chair and stood.
"Come on, kids, let's clean up this mess. The sooner done, the sooner fun."
There wasn't much to do except to scrape the rest of the dishes and stack them in the washer. There were only two tablespoons of potato salad left and Ginger and Howie finished that off with their fingers, then licked each other clean. The younger boy's cock had been steel-hard since Ginger came in, but Lonnie's had softened.
Because it was so hot, Charlene sent Lonnie to bring the big circulating fan out of the living room, to join the one already in the bedroom, and they all trooped upstairs together. Howie and Ginger were in the lead, holding hands, Lonnie licked his lips as he stared at the girl's undulating ass. His cock was standing hard again, and he flinched when his mother put her hand on his ass.
This was Ginger's first time upstairs in the Lewis house. She stopped in awe when they reached the door of the huge master bedroom, which was furnished with a cannonball bed. Twin walk-in closets were against the other wall.
But it was the huge bed that stopped the girl in her tracks. It was so large that it diminished the large room. It was canopied with white muslin, and in the center of the canopy was suspended a seven-foot mirror.
"Like, wow!" Ginger said.
"Oh, it isn't so much," Charlene said, lightly.
"Just a place to throw the bones and fuck." While Lonnie set up the extra fan and turned it on, his brother doing the same with the one already there, Charlene and Ginger rolled down the white spread and folded it away, then did the same with the quilt. There were white satin sheets and four queen-size pillows. The girl stroked the sheet lovingly as it joined the quilt and spread in the blanket chest, and sighed.
"Oh, loverly! I always wanted satin sheets!"
"They're slippery," Charlene said, climbing into the middle of the bed. "But you'll get used to them."
At her direction, Ginger came up beside her, giggling when she stretched out and saw her image in the mirror. The boys hung back a minute, Lonnie reluctant and Howie feasting his eyes on the two cunts that were waiting, one young and cherry and the other mature and experienced in fucking.
"Come on, you two!" their mother said. "Get up here!"
Two hard young cocks obeyed, the boys skating across the satin sheet on their knees to take up position between the legs of the females-Lonnie in front of his mother and Howie with Ginger.
"What are we gonna do first, Mom?" the younger boy asked, eagerly.
"Fuck, of course!" his mother said.
"Ginger's cherry, Mom!"
"I want you to pop it for me, Howie," the girl said, before Lonnie could register his surprise. "I want to do everything your mother does-I'm gonna fuck you both and suck you both!"
"Yeah," Howie said. "But I might be able to cum only once. Remember, you already drained my balls three tithes!"
"We're just getting warmed up, kiddo," his mother said. "If there's cum in your balls we'll get it out of you, if we have to cut ‘em off and open them up!"
"Mom!"
Ginger laughed. "That sounds like fun, but if we do that he won't ever be able to cum again!"
"Yeah, you're right." Charlene shrugged. "So okay, kiddo, we'll let you keep your balls. But you're gonna give the performance of your life tonight, so you best be up and ready for it!"
Lonnie had been listening to the conversation with amazement. Jesus, what the fuck had they been doing up there on the knoll, this afternoon? He always knew his mother was horny most of the time, he had listened outside his parents bedroom door; usually while Pat swung on his cock. Once their fucking session had gone on so long he had popped three loads into his sister's mouth. And damn near every morning they were at it again while he went to the bathroom for his morning pee. His mother must be a fucking nympho!
And Charlene was ready for fucking now. Her cunt had been juicing as she stared at the two naked boys, and now she held out her arms to Lonnie.
"Come on, boy! This time we'll try the missionary position-what your old man calls good, plain old-fashioned fucking!"
Lonnie was ready. The boy worked up a mouthful of saliva and spat into his hand, which he rubbed over the dry head of his cock. Then he lowered himself over his mother as Charlene spread her knees.
"Yeah, baby! Fuck Mama!"
The teenager held himself on stiff arms as she raised her ass a few inches-and her foot slipped on the slippery satin, and collapsed.
"Shit! Shit fuck!"
Charlene tried again, this time wrapped her feet around Lonnie's legs. Her weight made his toes slip down and his prick missed her cunt by several inches. The boy grunted, still supporting himself on arms stiff and palms flat against the bed, and inched forward until his cock-head banged against his mother's hungry cunt.
"Fuck! Goddamn it! Stick it in!"
His cock had slipped beneath Charlene's ass. Lonnie drew back and tried again, with the same futile results. The satin was too slippery to let him raise his prick to the proper entrance position.
"Christ, Ma! My feet keep slipping!"
"Lie on me, Lonnie! I'm not gonna break!" He did as she asked, lowering himself gently, until his mother wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down onto her body. She grunted as she took his weight onto her tits, which flattened out, and pulled her feet up until her heels slipped across the backs of his knees.
"Ma! Jesus!"
"Shut up and stick it in me! Damn it, boy, do it!"
Lonnie tried again, and this time he was able to pick himself up far enough to thrust his cock into the bottom of her cunt-slit. A twist of his ass seated his cock-head in her cunt-he gathered his breath and thrust again, and slid halfway in.
"Yeah! Yes! Oh, Jesus, shove it in me! Shove your big cock all the way in me!"
Still moving cautiously, the boy pulled back an inch and thrust again. This time he buried five inches of his hard cock in his mother's cunt. The sensation was different from what he had experienced this afternoon. He felt, as though he were shoving his prick into a bottomless shaft, his cock-head pulsing as Charlene's pussy milked his meat.
"Oh, Ma! Oh, Christ, that feels good!"
"That?" Charlene milked him again, and Lonnie collapsed, burying himself completely. "Yeah, that does feel good!"
"Yeah! Oh, God! Ma!"
"Fuck me, Lonnie! Fuck me hard!"
"I'm gonna! I'm gonna fuck you! Fuck you!"
He pulled back a bit, not more than two inches of his cock sliding out, and thrust again. Grunting with his mother, he withdrew farther and fell back into Charlene's clutching cunt.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Ride me!"
"Yeah Ma! Oh, yeah!"
A few more strokes and Lonnie was pulling all the way back, until the ring of his cock-head locked against Charlene's cunt-muscles. The boy grimaced, hurting when she forced his cockhead to swell with his heated blood. He shoved again, their bellies slapping noisily.
"Oh, yes!" screamed Charlene. "Sweet fucking, oh fucking Jesus, yes! Fuck me!"
"Fucking you! I'm fucking you, Ma!"
"Harder! Harder! Harder!"
"Fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm fuckin' my Ma!"
Charlene's nails raked Lonnie's shoulders as the boy fucked in and out of her cunt, the force of each blow sliding her up on the satin sheets. After a dozen strokes, her head hit the nearest pillow it bunched around her, trapped against the headboard, the bed quivering with the force of the boy's fucking.
"Oh, Jesus! Jesus! Sweet fuckin' Jesus! I'm fucking my Ma! My Ma!"
"Baby! Oh, sweet baby! Shove your cock in me, baby! Shove your sweet big cock in me!"
"Do you feel it, Ma? Do you feel how hard it is?"
"Oh, yes, baby! I feel it! Big cock! Hard cock!"
"My cock, Ma! My cock is in your cunt!"
"My baby's cock! My baby's big cock! Oh, fuck me, baby!"
The younger children stared entranced at the wild fucking, Ginger craning her head to look around as Lonnie's pounding cock shoved, Charlene's ass up on the bed. Howie knelt between the girl's legs, watching his brother's ass rise so far that it picked his mother's ass completely off the bed. He could see the older boy's cock shining with the woman's pussy-juices in the brief instant before it disappeared again, buried in her cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
"Yeah, Ma! Yeah, Ma! Fuckin' you!"
"Howie! Fuck me now!"
Ginger lunged up from the bed and grabbed Howie's burning prick, tried to pull it down against her pussy. The boy yelped at the pain that flashed across his groin and fell on her. For a moment his hot prick pressed between their bellies while her aching nipples ground against his chest. Then, two young minds thinking together, they kissed hard.
"Oh, yeah!" the boy moaned, twisting his ass against the girl. "Oh, sweet fuck! You want it?"
"Yes! Shove it in me like Lonnie's shoving his in your mother. Hurry!"
"It's comin'! Get ready!"
Howie raised himself off the girl and held himself up on one arm while he brought the head of his cock against Ginger's pulsing cunt. He could feel the beat rising from her cunt against his hand, smelled the stink of a female in full lust. He managed to work his cock-head between the outer cunt-lips and got a firm seat against the inner pair, but could go no farther when he tried to push it in.
"Do it!" the girl moaned. "Stick it in me!"
"You're too dry!" the boy complained. "Jesus! I gotta get some Vaseline or something!"
Howie rolled to the edge of the bed and staggered to his feet, lunged still staggering toward his mother's dressing table. The top was cluttered with jars and lotions and he pawed frantically through them until he found the familiar plastic container of petroleum jelly. He scooped out a generous glop, and rubbed his cock.
"Hurry, Howie!" Ginger cried. "Oh, God, please hurry!"
"I'm coming!"
The boy ran back to the bed. Lonnie was still fucking his cock into his mother, set for a long ride now that his balls had been so thoroughly milked.
Howie scrambled across the bed on one arm and his other elbow, not wanting to get the Vaseline from his fingers on the sheet. The moaning girl had her feet drawn up flat and was tearing at her cunt with both hands.
"Jesus, do it! Stick it in me!"
She held herself in that position, her ass raised, as Howie resumed his place between her legs. The boy wiped his greasy fingers on Ginger's cunt, working them inside to coat her outer cunt-walls, and then settled with his cockhead in the proper place. This time it broke through easily.
"Aiiiiieee Jesus! Jesus Christ!"
She screamed as he broke through her cherry and tried to twist away, moaning: "It hurts! Jesus, it hurts!"
"Oh, baby!" the boy sobbed. "God, I'm sorry, Ginger! I'm sorry!"
But his prick was in her now, and even as she cried with her his ass came back and slammed home. The first few fuck-strokes were awkward as Ginger rolled from side to side. Then she settled back with the tears trickling from her eyes, and he found the rhythm.
"Oh! Oh, Jesus!"
"Yeah! Yeah, Ginger! It's good! It's tight! "
"Yes! Oh, yes! God, I feel like you're shoving a red hot poker in me! But I like it! I like it!"
"Hot cunt! Hot cunt for my cock! Yeah, tighten down! Squeeze it! Squeeze it hard!"
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, yes, fuck me!"
"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you!"
Ginger's body responded to the wild plunging of the boy, finding the sweet rhythm now that the first pain of losing her cherry was forgotten. Bright spots of blood spotted the sheets, flying as far as her knees as Howie fucked his prick in and out. The fury of their fucking had turned them sideways, pushed Ginger's head almost to the edge of the bed.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum, Ginger!"
"Christ, Ma!" Lonnie shouted. "I'm gonna blast!"
"Yes!" cried girl and woman, together. "Oh, yes! Oh, sweet fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Cumming!"
"Cumming!"
The boys bad settled into the same fucking rhythm, pulling back and slamming in at the same time. Now they shouted together and slammed home one final thrust while their balls erupted with their fourth loads of the day.
"Cumming!"