They all had a great time together for the next few days, then along came Thursday afternoon. Cindy was running a load of laundry in the basement, so she didn't hear the big semi pulling into the road to the house. As a matter of fact, she and the kids had forgotten all about Big George. She was wearing her usual outfit for cleaning up around the house – one of Junior's shirts and not a damned thing else. The weather was warm, arid there wasn't a whole lot of sense in getting dressed – you just had to take your clothes back off to get comfortable for a fuck anyway.
She came up the steps from the cellar with the laundry basket in her hands and stepped into the kitchen to find her employer standing in front of the refrigerator opening a beer. She was a little startled to see him there, and she felt a little embarrassed at first to be nearly stark naked in front of him. He just looked her over from head to toe and smiled a big, big smile.
"Oh! You're home!" Cindy blurted out. "I forgot that it was Thursday. I wasn't expecting you."
He grinned at her, the tip of his tongue sticking out between the rows of his white teeth. "Looks just fine to me, Miss Cindy. Everything looks just fine!" He tipped the can of beer up to his lips and threw his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he chugged the beer right down. When he finished, he crushed the can in his fist and tossed it into the trash can. "You look like you've made yourself right to home while I been gone. I'm right glad of that. You want a beer? I been on the road a hell of a long time, and that makes a man mighty thirsty – horny, too!"
Cindy felt a little silly standing there holding the laundry basket in front of her crotch. It didn't cover up much of anything anyway, so she let it drop down so that her pussy was peeking out over the rim. She thrust her hip out to one side and looked Big George up and down lust as frankly and openly as he was looking at her.
"Sure, I'd love a nice cold beer. It's a warm day, isn't it?"
She liked the homely, sexy grin on his face and the blue-black shadow of his beard on his jaws. His eyes were crinkled up at the corners with his smile, and his cheeks and nose were a little sunburned. She liked the width of his shoulders and the power that rippled through his arms as he reached into the refrigerator and took out two more beers. He sure didn't have any beer-belly on him, though, no matter how much of the stuff he drank.
She noticed again the thick black hair on his chest under his shirt and the hair on his arms. She glanced down at his crotch in his tight blue jeans. There was that fullness that reminded her that he supposedly had an even bigger cock than either one of his sons, and she knew for sure just how heavy-hung they were.
"Mighty warm, mighty warm. A lot more comfortable without too much clothes on, ain't it? Where are the kids?"
"I don't know. Maybe they're down at the creek swimming. They were around a little while ago after lunch. Sam and Mary Lou were fucking on the sofa when I told them to get out of the way so I could clean up in there. Why don't you come on into the living room and relax? You must be tired after a long trip."
"That sounds good to me," he said, and handed her a beer.
She tossed the laundry basket on the floor by the cellar door and took the can. She used the tail of the shirt she was wearing to wipe the sweat off the can, and she gave him a good look at her tits while she did it. He must have liked what he saw, because his hand went down to his crotch to ease the strain on his cock. When he took his hand away, she could see the length of his tool down the leg of his jeans. It went a long ways down his leg, too. She licked her lips and took a pull from the can of beer. They went into the living room and both sat down on the sofa.
"Well, how was your trip?" she asked him.
He took a couple of swallows from his beer and admired the way the soft hair grew on her cunt mound. "Boring as hell. Same as usual. You ain't interested in my trip, though I've got some news for the kids. Tell me how things went while I was gone."
"You said before that I looked like I had made myself at home. I guess that's all there is to say. I'm getting along fine with the boys and Mary Lou. They haven't caused me any trouble, and I've been enjoying myself just fine."
"I figured you'd either settle in with us or be gone when I got back," he said. "I was kind of hopin' that you would still be here. You're a hell of a nice-looking gal, you know."
"Thank you. Sam and Junior seem to think so too."
"They haven't been wearing you out, have they?"
"It would take more than those two studs to wear me out," she said with a smirk of pride. "They're a couple of randy-assed boys, though. I bet they take after their old man."
He grinned broadly at her. "Couple of chips off the old block. They've still got some growin' to do before they can catch up to me, though."
"Oh yes?"
He squeezed his big dork through his pants and gave her a wink. "Oh yes!"
"You're looking pretty horny yourself. Didn't you get any ass while you were on the road?"
He reached over to her and gently pulled his son's shirt away from her breasts so that he could get a better look at them. They stood up so firm and fine that his mouth began to water, and his cock started drooling, too.
"Not exactly," he said. "I was in a big hurry, and I figured that either you or Mary Lou would be able to take care of things like that for me when I got back home." His fingers trailed down over her tits to her nipples. He traced one fingertip around the broad, dusky-pink halo of her nipple and was pleased to see the center of it stand up for him eager to be sucked.
"Why don't I help you off with your clothes?" she offered. "You'll be a lot more comfortable, I'm sure. It's so hot in the house in the summer time, and your cock looks like it's about to bust off at the roots with that big hard-on you have in your pants."
He chuckled. "You're a gal after my own heart."
He began to unbutton his shirt while she slipped off the sofa and knelt on the rug at his feet to unlace his heavy boots. She looked tip at him and smiled as she unlaced his boots and slipped them off his feet. She pulled his socks off, too, and raised up his feet to massage the soles with her boobs. Her hard nipples tickled the bottoms of his feet as he pulled off his T-shirt. He started to take his pants off then, but she stopped him and took over the job herself. She was teasing him as only she knew how to, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. She was bending low over his lap and letting her tits rub on his thighs and on his prong as it was trapped in his pants leg. She seemed to take forever unbuckling his belt and unhooking his jeans, and then pulling the zipper down.
"I seem to be gettin' hotter and hotter the more clothes I take off," he joked.
"We'll see just how hot you can get," she said as she pulled his pants open. "Lift your ass up off the sofa some," she ordered. He leaned back and lifted his butt up, and she peeled his tight jeans down his legs and off his feet. He sighed with relaxation as his huge dong escaped from the tight-fitting pants. It was still trapped in his underwear, but he was so hard that he was practically tearing the jockey shorts off his body with the force of it.
"My, my, look at that!" she exclaimed. "The boys and Mary Lou have been telling me how big your tool is, but I just had to see it for myself."
"Look all you want to, Cindy, long as you don't stop with just lookin'!"
"Don't worry about that, George," she said, and lowered her head to his crotch where the big cock was straining the cloth of his shorts. She stuck out her tongue and licked across the broad head of his dong through the cotton. She stuck her nose down into his sweaty crotch and inhaled the smell like it was the best cologne.
"Hey, you like that, don't you?"
She nodded her head with her eyes half closed in a dreamy look. She nipped at his pecker with her teeth until she caught just his jockey shorts between her teeth and started pulling them down his legs with her mouth. He lifted up his butt again and let her pull his shorts off all the way. His pronger snapped up against his belly when she pulled the elastic waistband of the pants over the head of it. The foreskin was already pulled back and the shaft ran up his belly, lying there like a huge red snake in the thick black fur. His balls hung down between his legs like a couple of hairy oranges in their bag. He spread his legs further apart to give them room.
"Come on up here, pretty thing, and let me get a look at that pussy my boys have been bangin' while the old man was gone."
She smiled at him and climbed up onto the sofa. She sat in the corner at one end and pulled tip her legs and spread them apart. She put her fingertips down onto the lips of her cunt and opened the wet leaves for him to see her secret treasure chamber. Her clit was hard and throbbing, a little pink rod under the fringes of her cunt hair. Her box was flushed red with the blood of passion, and her hole gaped open, ready, hot and waiting for his thick prong to fuck it. He put his big hands on the insides of her thighs and gazed at her quim.
"Sam and Junior already fucked this thing?"
"And Mary Lou, too. At least she's had her tongue and her clit in there."
"Oh, yeah? She go in for girls too?"
"She likes a little variety in her loving."
"Good. Never met a real woman who didn't go in for some cunt-lapping from another woman. Seems to be the mark of a really sexy gal. Long as they like to finish up with a man, that is. Kind of turns me on, too. I like to watch 'em go at it. Makes me extra horny for some reason."
"I'm in the mood for some hard fucking right now. I got my eye on that big tool of yours, and I'm wondering if you can fuck as good as it looks."
"Why don't we just find out?"
Cindy licked her lips hungrily and squirmed her ass on the sofa cushions. Her clit was demanding the hard strokes of a big cock, the deep thrusts that would move her from the inside out. "Come on, George, let's screw!"
"Wait a minute. I gotta have a taste first." He moved his head further in and stuck out his tongue. His tongue tickler was as long and agile as Sam's as he wiped it gently over her hot clit and dipped it down into her well. Her pussy hole clipped at it and jerked in hunger for something to fill it up to the brim. He lapped her flowing pussy cream up from the bottom of her cunt and spread it with his tongue over her hard throbber. She gasped and bit her lip and writhed her bottom up at him. He licked her twat over and over again, moving his tongue down into her hole and up again to her clit until she could hardly breathe with the passion he was stirring in her.
"Please, please put it in, George – I can't wait any longer!" she gasped in a frenzy of lust.
"That's the way I like to start a fuck. Make 'em beg for you to begin, and make 'em beg you to never stop. That's my motto."
He got up on his knees between her legs and grabbed his huge cock in his hands. The thing was so fuckin' big that it looked more like a baseball bat than a prick, and it was so hard that he could hardly bend the head of it down to her pussy mouth. He pushed one of her legs up onto the back of the sofa and pushed the sofa cushion up under her ass to raise it up to his level. Then he bent his hips forward and touched the flaming hot head of his dork to her quim. She sucked in her breath as the broad knob of it parted her cunt lips and entered her hole.
Cindy had some experience with big cocks before, namely Junior's, but this was one hell of a big fucker! The father was a good two sizes bigger than his son, and she felt her cunt muscles beginning to spread open further and further until it began to hurt almost as much as it pleasured her.
She felt like a virgin again, he was so massive. Then he began to thrust the shaft of it into her cunt, an inch at a time. Her hole was so stretched open that all of the insides of tier body were strained to take him in. Her clit was getting stroked from the inside out!
She had to put her hands down and make him take it slowly at first. She loved it, but she didn't want him to tear her open with the frightening thickness and length of it. She felt the knob of it resting against the mouth of her womb, and she looked down. Jesus, he still had four or five more inches to go!! She groaned as she felt him stretching her more and more and forcing that huge fucking shaft into her quim. It felt so good that it took her breath away!
He couldn't get all of it in on the first try, but he was used to that. He pulled a couple of yards of it out of her box and moved his hips around as he sent it back in again. She was panting with lust and put her arms around his neck.
"Oh, honey! You're so big! I never had a man as big as you in my cunt before! I never knew that a human being could possibly have a pecker that big. Go easy now, George. I know I'll loosen up as you fuck me, but take it easy at first. Oh, that's the way, baby! I love it when you screw your ass around like that! You stir me up inside like your cock was a big spoon in my pot!" She thrust her hips up off the sofa at him, meeting his plunges with her own. "That's it, baby, fuck me real good now!"
They were getting up same speed then and making the old sofa creak and groan like it was giving tip the ghost when Junior came walking into the room. He was stark naked, his hair tousled, and he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Hey, Poppa! You're home! I didn't hear you come in. I was taking a nap in the bedroom. Did you have a good trip?"
"Jesus, son! Can't you see I'm in the middle of a fuck? I'll talk to you later. I'm busy right now."
"Oh, sorry, Poppa. Hey, can I finish your beer? It'll get warm by the time you finish screwin' Cindy. I'll open you another one later."
"Yeah, you can finish my beer." He kept right on fucking the girl while his idiot son drank the rest of the beer and scratched his hairy nuts sleepily. He had a big hard-on himself, but he didn't seem to notice it. Having a boner was Junior's natural state of existence.
"Can I have another beer, Poppa?" the big dummy asked.
"Yeah, you can have one more beer, then shut up and let me fuck in peace."
"Okay, Poppa. I won't bother you no more."
He wandered happily out of the room to the kitchen to get himself another drink. He didn't seem to think that there was anything unusual about coming into the living room and finding his father fucking the housekeeper on the sofa. He felt a little horny himself, so he came back in and sat down in the armchair to watch them fuck. He wanted to fuck the girl after his father had finished. He knew that it took a long time for the old man to finish a fuck once he had started, but he had the patience of the simple-minded. Besides, it was fun to watch other people fucking. It made him feel good and horny and made for more fun when his time came.
Cindy wasn't paying any attention to George Junior at all. George Sr. had her complete attention at the moment. She had never had a fuck like this in her whole life. Each thrust of his dong into her cunt bumped her womb against her heart. She was sure that she could feel it. And every time that he hit bottom, he pushed so far in that she was sure that her clit was going to get sucked down into her hole too.
She was ready to cum, and she knew that it was just going to be the first of many cums that afternoon. Her whole insides seemed to swell up and to turn into hot lava, then she began to shake and shudder all over as the spasms of her orgasm burst over the top of the dam. She hooked her legs up over George's and slammed her pussy up onto his smoking shaft. Her clit dragged along the hard length of the back of his cock and she came off like a string of firecrackers. Her pussy muscles clamped down on his prick and sucked at it, but he kept right on fucking, not even stopping when he slipped his hand down to give her buzzer an extra couple of jazzes when he felt her cumming under him.
She was scratching at his back and tearing at his lips with her hungry kisses as he forced her on and on to a higher climax with the thrusts of his giant cock. He was slamming the whole length of it into her now. She was wide open and eating up the inches of his shaft like a sword swallower. His balls were whapping onto her ass and bouncing back against his with the force of his plunges. Ahh! He was getting ready to cum himself now, and he knew that he was going to drag another cum out of her to go along with him this time.
The head of his dong got that slightly numb feeling of having so much pleasure in it that it couldn't take any more, and yet it did. It felt better and better, so sensitive and swollen that he knew he was going to pop. The jism leaped out of him in gushes. He felt the delicious feelings of his cum-tube opening up with the rushing, gushing waves of his fuck juice jetting out of him, the spasms of his prostate as it creamed the cum out of his balls! The hot, sticky fluid washed around the nose of his dong buried deep inside her pussy and began to spurt back out around the sides of her overfilled cunt-hole.
Cindy was cumming off right along with him. He felt like a volcano dumping its load of melted rock into her hole! God! No man could possibly cum off that big a load of jism! It was more like fucking an elephant! She found the lobe of his ear between her teeth as her orgasm swept over her, and she chewed on it in her frenzy until she had him howling with pain and pleasure blended together!
"Are you finished now, Poppa?" George Junior asked politely. "Would you like me to open you a beer now?"
His father pulled his limp prong out of Cindy's well-fucked cunt with a juicy slurping sound. "Yeah, I'm ready to take a little break. Crack me open another can of suds."
Junior left to get the beer, and his father turned back to Cindy. "How'd you like that, little girl?"
"I admit it, George! You're the best fucker in the family! The boys can't do it as well as that."
"Well, they're just getting started. They'll be as good as me when they get a little older and have had as much practice at it as I have."
Junior came back in with his father's beer. "Can I fuck her while you drink your beer, Poppa?" he asked eagerly, holding his huge cock in his hand and jacking up and down on the dripping shaft.
"You be polite, now, Junior, and ask the lady. She's one of the family now."
"Can I fuck you while Poppa rests, Miss Cindy?"
"Sure, Junior, but don't take too long. I want to go another round with your father as soon as he gets his breath back for some more."
Junior climbed up on the sofa while his father slid down to the end of it. He bent his cock down and stuffed it in Cindy's hole, eager to get his rocks off fast. But the old man had stretched her cunt wide open and had filled it with loads of his fuck juice. Cindy was a little tired too, and she was having trouble clamping her pussy muscles tight enough around his fucking prod. He was just slipping around inside too much.
"Hey, you're all loose!" Junior complained.
"Your father squirted too much cum in there for me to get a grip on your pecker with my pussy, Junior. Why don't you eat me out so I can tighten up on your cock?"
"Okay, Miss Cindy!" Junior said, eager to please. He pulled his dong out of her cunt and slipped down between her legs until his face was buried in her cunt. His thick tongue was soon busy sucking out her cunt, licking up her cunt juice and his father's ball cream all mixed together.
Sam and Mary Lou came in then and joined the group. They had been down to the creek, but their hair wasn't wet, so they must pot have been swimming. On the other hand, the curls of Mary Lou's pussy hair were matted with jism, and there was a little cum dripping from the tip of Sam's big dong.
"Hi, Poppa, welcome home!" they greeted their father.
Mary Lou went over to the sofa and gave him a deep soul kiss while he ran his hand up her leg and stuck a couple of fingers into the cunt that her brother had just been fucking. The old man pulled them out after stirring them around in her cunt for a while and put them to his nose to smell.
"You and Sam have been having a good time, I can tell," he chuckled after he caught a whiff of his son's jism from his daughter's pussy.
"Oh, Poppa!" she laughed, and then squatted down on the rug to feed his limp dick into her mouth and suck all of the gooey cunt cream and cock juice off of it. Junior had finished cleaning out Cindy's cunt hole by then and had stuck his own fucker back into position. He felt her squeeze down on his dong very nicely as he resumed his fuck. Sam flopped down into the armchair and waited for the rest of them to finish their fun.
They went on like that until supper time. The father and his two sons took their turns with the daughter and the housekeeper until their lusts were momentarily satisfied. When they were fucked out for a time, their thoughts turned to food, and they all tramped into the kitchen for a naked supper.
As they ate dinner, Big George brought up the news that he had for his children: "I found out something that I thought you kids might like to know about," he began. "I found out where your mom is livin' now."
"You did!"
"Where is she? Did you see her?"
"Is she going to come back and live with us again, Poppa?" Sam asked.
"No, I didn't see her. She's livin' up north. About a day and a half from here in the truck. I thought I'd best talk to you kids about it before I done anything. I wanted to hear what you had to say first. And I guess I should hear from you, too, Miss Cindy."
"Why me?"
"Well, I ain't laid eyes on the woman for eighteen years. Not since right after Mary Lou was born. I got a nice little home here, and you're a part of it now."
"Well, I'm surely not the one to make any objections about how your home is run, George."
"I know how some women just can't get along, though, and I don't want to run you off by bringin' in another woman you can't get along with, Cindy."
"Why did she leave, George?"
"She just got plum tired of gettin' knocked up, I guess. And I was fetchin' kids out of her right regular there. We didn't have no birth control pills in those days, and I never could get a rubber to stay on my cock without bustin' the first time I stuck it up her cunt. She was a good lay, too, a damned fine-lookin' woman and mighty good in the sack. Now we got them pills for women to take, maybe she'd like to come back home. She always did love my cock."
"But what about us, Poppa? You know, the way me and Junior and you fuck Mary Lou, and Cindy, too? What about that? What would she do?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, son. That's one thing we got to find out about. She was a wild-assed woman when I knew her, and some how, I don't think she would mind at all. Course we got to make sure about that. Seems a shame to let a fine pussy like that go to waste, 'specially since I'm still married to her."
"How are we going to find out what she thinks, Poppa?" Mary Lou asked her father.
"Well, I was thinkin' that if you young'uns and Miss Cindy were of a mind to consider me askin' her back here, we could go meet her and find out the lay of the land, so to speak. Course I can't take all of you along in the truck, but I could take one of you along with me. I guess she would still recognize me by lookin' at me, but she wouldn't know any of you right off. Junior's too dumb to be any good, and she might figure out who you were, Mary Lou. You look a lot like her I figured that I would take Sam along with me."
"What would we do, Poppa?"
"Well, I hear she's workin' as a waitress in this little diner and livin' in a trailer in the field behind the place. She works as a waitress, but if I know your mom, she's making most of her money fuckin' the truckers back in that little trailer. You could go in and meet her, Sam, without tellin' her who you are and then play it from there. You're the one with all of the brains in the family. What do you say, son?"
"You mean I might…"
"That would be up to you, son. You figure out what's best to do. You want to come along with me?"
Sam swallowed very hard, and his face flushed a deep red. "Yes, Poppa, I'd like to go along with you very much."
"Good. It seemed likely to me that you would."
"See if she fucks good, Sam," Junior said.
"Yeah, and don't bring her back if she's all fat and ugly and sloppy," Mary Lou added.
"What about you, Miss Cindy?" George asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "The more the merrier as far as I'm concerned, George. If we had another woman in the house it would make three girls and three boys. That way one of you guys wouldn't have to wait your turn like you did this afternoon?"
"Fine. Sam, you and I will leave first thing in the morning. We should be back by Monday."