The rest of the day passed without incident. Jake came home from work, his wife Cam returned from her tennis date, and dinner was bubbly and enthusiastic. In the lingering hours of evening Jake bundled them all up into the car and took the family on a driving tour of the surrounding area. His tank was low, so he pulled into a gas station in Whittier.
Maggie noticed that the premises were adorned with a sign advertising the birthplace of a former president of the United States but, remembering Greg Nixon and his tricky dick, she kept it to herself.
Ted was a tiger in bed that night. He ripped her panties before she could quite remove them and slammed his cock into her eager cunt, filling her with hot cum twice before he removed himself. Even at that, Maggie wasn't satisfied until she had sucked him hard again and drunk down another blast of his jism. It seemed they had solved their problems with a vengeance and both were looking forward to returning to Dawson and their friends at home.
Cam wasn't aloof toward her son-in-law, but relations between theta were tense and nervous. Shortly after lunch next day she invited Maggie and PJ to come to the club for tennis and, once Ted had assured his wife it was all right, the three of them departed.
When they got back, late in the afternoon, Ted took Maggie into the bedroom. She slipped out of her sweaty tennis outfit and turned to him expectantly, certain that he'd gotten a hard-on and was ready to share it with her.
He shook his head. "While you were gone," he smiled, "I made a phone call. I had a lot of time to think today, and it occurred to me that maybe Belinda and David might know some people on the West Coast."
Maggie laughed. "I hope you used our credit card. I'd hate for Mom and Daddy to have to pay for our sex services. So, tell me. Did you get any hot tips?"
"Belinda didn't know anyone, but – guess what? Christina has friends out here."
"Trust Christina," Maggie grinned. "Surely it's not those Tarzana people PJ was joking about the ones with the key drawings and all that crap."
"I don't think so," Ted assured her. "They sounded okay on the phone. A little nervous, but you know how it is since Watergate. Everyone in the country is afraid his phone is being tapped by the government or by Bell or by somebody. She wouldn't tell me her name or listen to mine. But I hate the directions. If we can borrow a car, we would be able to find it. You know, it sounded just like that Johnny Carson routine. 'Take the Ventura Freeway to the Slosson Cutoff, then head down Sepulveda until you come to the Fork in the Road.'"
"Are you sure you want to try it so soon, with strangers?"
He nodded. "I don't think I have to ask you, do I?"
"I'll tell Mom we're going out tonight. PJ will let us use her car. Maybe we could invite her along? She might like it."
"Better not," he warned. "It might be rushing her too much."
Maggie returned in a moment. "Great! We can have the car and, second, Mom just found out they have a dinner date with friends for this evening and she was hoping we wouldn't be too upset if they went." She melted into Ted's arms, hugging her husband lovingly. "Some days everything comes up roses. Hey! Wannna make it once before we go?"
The California freeways were a frightening experience but Ted clutched the wheel firmly, shot in and out of lanes just like everyone else, and, in less time than either had suspected, they were in the community to which they'd been directed. It was far enough from Tarzana that Maggie stopped worrying about being computer matched by a door key inside a hat.
House numbers were painted on the curb and they soon found their destination, far don the block. Three cars wore in the driveway and more were parked along the curb. Maggie and Ted scarcely noticed as they parked their own and made for the door of the house.
The lights were dim in the living room and they hesitated a moment before ringing the bell, but Ted's finger pressed down at last and within moments a smiling man, in his late twenties or early thirties, was opening the door and welcoming them in.
"So you're Christina friends?" he asked, and Maggie nodded eagerly. "Very good friends, I'll bet," he grinned, and his fingers pinched gently at the tip of Maggie's tit.
"Well," he added, "come on in and join the party. Jessica invited some of our best friends over. You'll like them, I'm sure. They're all good, open people, and we should have some fun together. So, come on! Everyone's dying to meet you."
He led them into the living room and Maggie could see now why it was unlighted. At one wall a motion picture was being projected onto a screen.
They'd missed the beginning but, apparently, not the best part. Two women were hungrily lapping at one another's cunts while a fantastically endowed young man fucked another girl in the ass. The color was very good and the photograph wasn't bad either. Maggie stood a moment in the arched entryway, smiling as she watched the frantic gyrations of the two lesbians. They were both lovely, and they certainly knew what they were doing. Every time the brunette jabbed her tongue and fingers into her black-haired friend's furry cunt, Maggie's own twat seemed to ache in response. It had been so long since she'd really made it with another girl! She looked around the room at the dark, shadowy figure whose faces seemed to be aimed at the movie. Some of them were women, he could tell, and she wondered just which of these ladies would quench her own cuntal fires this night.
The scene cut to a big close up of the man's cock invading a redheaded girl's asshole. He was ugly as a mud fence but his prick – God, it must have been a foot long! How could that girl stand to take it in the ass? It was big in diameter too, and Maggie knew that it must be the most incredible kind of agony to feel a cock like that riding and ramming inside a snug asshole.
Cut to his face. It hurt Maggie to look at him, and he wasn't a very good actor, either, but dearly his facial contortions were an indication that he was ready to blow his cookies, of course! Cut back to the battlefield. He pulled his cock out as the girl twisted around. His hand shucked quickly on the shaft, and the film speed cut in half as his cum began to fly. He could really pour out his cum, Maggie thought. Some of his cream splattered on the girl's belly, some on her face. She licked madly with her tongue, scooping up the droplets on her cheeks and chin, and then she grabbed her tits, licking at the globs of jism hanging there in sticky bunches. Her head shot back, mouth opened, and the man rammed his cock between her splayed lips. She closed her lips over the shit-smeared cockhead and sucked as he jerked himself dry. Cum dripped from her lips and her face seemed more appropriate to a praying nun than to a porno starlet.
The cock slid from her mouth and the last shot in the film was a close up of the gorgeous redhead with a mouthful of jism. The screen went white and someone was quick to flip a light switch.
Their host hopped in front of the screen, waving his hands. "Okay, swingers," he called, "our special guests have arrived. I'd like you all to meet – uh, I didn't get your names, kids…"
"Ted and Maggie," she began to say, but the words died on her lips. Heads were turning to get a look at them but the only ones Maggie really noticed were the pair belonging to the couple on the couch.
Cam Villinger went pale as milk and her husband seemed to be turning green under his California tan as they stared back at their daughter and son-in-law, the guests of honor at this particular swapping party.
Ted saw them too and he wished there were someone to steady his body as he was steadying Maggie's. His wife leaned against his shoulder, swaying like a willow in a hurricane, and he could feel the nervous gasps bursting from her lips, vibrating through her body.
"I think we'd better go," she whispered. "Now!"
They got lost on the way back, taking the wrong turnoff from Sepulveda, getting onto the San Bernardino Freeway by mistake. Ted managed to get straight and they headed back toward the Villinger house. There was no place else for them to go right now.
When they arrived, Jake's car was parked in the driveway again. The Villingers had gotten home first. Still unsure what to think, Maggie and Ted went inside.
Cam was sitting a the bar, gulping a double Collins. She looked up as the kids entered the room and her face was still white. "Oh, God," she sighed.
"Oh, God?" Maggie repeated questioningly. Her legs were stronger now. She walked toward her mother and father. Jake was behind the bar mixing himself a stiff drink. Maggie sat dawn on the stool next to her mother.
"I know what you're thinking," Cam said defensively. "You think that your father and I are degenerates of some kind." She swallowed the rest of her drink and bumped the glass on the formica top, signaling Jake to refill it quickly. "Well, it's not true! Life here is different from back in Idaho and Montana and all those other dreary places where we lived dreary lives."
"I know that," Maggie said firmly. "And you're forgetting something, Mom. Are you too busy going on the defensive to remember that Ted and I were the out-of-town swingers the party was for?"
Cam's eyes went big. Her hand fell away from her glass and she stared at her daughter.
"Besides," Maggie went on, "Ted told me something in the car, while we were coming back here. He said he fucked you yesterday. By the pool, in the pool, you name it." She picked up Cam's drink and began to sip it. "So," she went on, "it looks as if we have a Situation, with a capital S." The three other people in the room fixed their eyes on Maggie and she smiled in acknowledgement a she continued. "It seems that all of us are closet swingers. You and Daddy, me and Ted. So why don't we come out of the closet? With one another, at least?"
"Maggie!" Jake mopped.
"Daddy!" Maggie blurted back in reply. "Look! Ted and Mom have already made it. He dug the hell out of balling her. Or at least that's what he told me. But he felt guilty afterwards. Why should he have? She's a great-looking woman and he's a knockout guy. Why shouldn't they get together if they want?" She looked at Cam. "Mother, if you want a replay of what he gave you yesterday, go get it!"
Cam looked at her husband, then at Ted. Her eyes wavered. Slowly she got to her feet. Ted met her halfway and they clung together, kissing, rubbing. His hands slid down to cup the cheeks of her and pull her body against his. Already his cock was throbbing inside his pants.
Maggie smiled. "He has a thing about older women," she told her father. "And," she went on, "how about you? Are you a real swinger or just a half-ass?"
"Maggie, this is crazy. We can't. I don't want to screw you. For Christ's sake, you're my daughter!"
She stood up, unbuttoning her blouse. It fell away and her brown-nippled tits poked out. "Look," she smiled, "you're gonna end up doing me. Why not enjoy it?"
He came out from behind the bar, his hands reaching. Maggie threw back her shoulders, making her little titties stand up firm and eager. His fingers closed upon them and Maggie felt her nipples stiffen excitedly. She raised her face, curious eyes gleaming at her father. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue thrust out.
"Oh, Goddamn it!" Jake moaned, and he crushed his mouth upon hers hungrily. He felt her legs wrapping around his and his cock was stiffening inside his trousers as she pressed him. Daughter or not, Maggie was a hot chick and he was going to enjoy fucking her.
Maggie turned around, bumping her ass against her father's crotch. She could feel that bulge of his. "God," she said, "I saw you in that teeny little pair of swim trunks the other night. Remember? They fit you like a second skin and your cock was so big and obvious. I think I've wanted you ever since. Gee, it's fantastic to he able to say that now!" Quickly she turned, so that her bare tits were once more scraping his shirt. "Why don't we go out by the pool? I think I'd like to try it there. Just once, at least."
They were still undressing when Ted and Cam joined them at poolside. Maggie sinned down her panties and let her father have his first look at her adult cunt. He loved it at first sight. Pawing, his trousers still belted on, he cupped her snatch in his hand, tested it with his finger.
"Okay," she warned, "now get undressed. Playtime's over!"
Jake stripped himself speedily, his cock bouncing up as his pants went down. Maggie dropped to her knees and, taking his cock in hand, began to kin its rigid length. He was big and thick, bigger than Ted, harder even, if that could be, and she loved him. Her mouth opened and his cock slid inside, lying on her velvety tongue, filling her mouth with his stiff male presence.
Cam and Ted were naked by now as well, kissing and feeling each other beside the pool. He had his back to the water and she took advantage of his aroused eagerness to push him in. Ted hit the water with a splash and Cam dove in after him. Her fingers lunged for his steely cock, encircled it, and with that sexy lever, she pulled him toward her. They splashed and frolicked in the water as Cam lifted herself above his loins and slammed down upon Ted's cock. It slid into her easily, thanks to the wetness of her cunt, and she humped frantically in the water, striving to keep herself afloat and him inside.
Jake and Maggie were rolling on the files, his cock in her mouth. She was sucking her father like a pro now, swallowing him in deft gulps that carried his cockhead into the upper reaches other throat. He was so big, so thick it seemed as if he'd strangle her, but Maggie didn't care any more. He was her father, yes, and the prick she nursed in her hot mouth had, once upon a time, squirted out the cum that created her. But he was also a man, hard, hot and horny, and she was a woman, soft, succulent, and sexy, and right now that was all that mattered.
She sat up, letting his cock bounce free. It was sopping wet, and so was her cunt. She settled down upon his lap, drawing his cock into her, ramming down until her pubic fuzz mingled with Jake's. Her tits, small and stiff-nippled, rubbed his neck and he was kissing the point of her chin, bending her head so that he could taste once again the juices of her mouth.
"Where's PJ?" she wondered suddenly, humping madly on his pummeling cock.
"Oh, my God!" Jake whispered. "I forgot all about her!"
"Don't sweat it," Maggie panted back as she rode him. "I just thought she might like to join us."
In the water Cam suddenly screamed as she felt her son-in-law pour his man cream into her. Her feet kicked and scattered on the water and he lunged his way up her cunt half a dozen times in quick, throbbing succession.
"What do – you – mean?" Jake groaned as Maggie's nutcracker cunt tickled his big cock.
"PJ's a swinger too," Maggie gurgled, her head thrown back, her arms tight around her father's neck. "You'll love her – she has the cutest, tightest pussy I've seen in my life!"
PJ hopped out of her car, grabbed up the bread and the six-pack of Coke she'd bought at the all-night market, and went into the house. All the cars were there but she didn't see anyone. Must've been a bad night, for movies and dinner parties. She put the Coke in the refrigerator and looked through the kitchen window. Her heart jumped into her mouth.
When she ran onto the patio, her mother and Ted were just climbing out of the pool, both of them naked. Ted's cock was sticking out like a flagpole and he was making a grab for Cam's ass. PJ's eyes fluttered around and she caught sight of – Good Lord! Her dad was fucking the shit out of Maggie on the tiles edging the pool!
She wasn't sure what was going on but she knew it was something freaky. Her fingers tore at the bow of her halter top and she dropped her blue jeans as if they were burning her skin.
Cam wasn't looking where she was going and she ran smack into her younger daughter. It took her a full moment to realize that the girl was as naked as she was, and in that waiting, evaluating period, Ted had come up and locked his arms around her waist.
"Hey, Maggie!" Ted bellowed. "Look who's here!"
Maggie and Jake looked at the same time. "This is your lucky night," she told her father. "Is this ever your lucky night!" And she waved to her little sister.
Embarrassed at being caught by his younger child, Jake gave up the struggle. His balls loosened their control and his jism boiled into Maggie's sucking cunt. She worked her hips and ass, milking him dry of his cum, and then she disembarked from his lap. Gum dribbling from her pussy, she advanced toward PJ, Ted and Cam.
"Where were you?" she asked. "You're missing it all!"
"What's going on?" PJ asked in reply. "I mean, this is freaky!"
"We were swapping in Tarzana," Maggie grinned.
Nervously she lowered herself onto her father's cock. It was appreciably bigger than Ted's, she was aware, but her cunt was so wet she knew she could take it all. Her eyes looked toward Maggie's for encouragement, got it, and she pressed down.
"OH!" she said, feeling his cock stuffing her young cunt. Comfortingly, his hands clutched at her little tits, and the initial discomfort passed quickly. She eased down further, taking his cock all the way in. Should she be doing this? Should she be fucking her own father? Why not? She'd watched Maggie doing the same thing, she'd touched the jism drops that seeped from Maggie's raw pink cunt after the sex battle, and if her big sister could do it, why couldn't she?
"It's so big," she sighed in delight as her cuntlips squished down upon Jake's balls. He was in her all the way now. The tip of his cock seemed to be wedged somewhere in her lungs, to judge from the feeling, and she didn't want it to end, ever. She wanted to sit here like this all night, with her father's prick shove inside her teenaged cunt.
Still PJ found it hard to believe the story she'd heard. Maggie and Ted going to a swingers' party and meeting the girls parents there? She tried to think back. Of course they'd been going out a lot, but Jake and Cam had always told her they were just having dinner with friends. Some dinner, she thought. Her eyes fluttered toward her mother, who was on her knees sucking Ted's cock. PJ had sucked the same cock yesterday, but only for a little while. She knew it tasted good. Maybe that was the same kind of dinner her Mom had been getting on those evenings out with friends.
OOOOHHH! Daddy's fingers were slipping around his impaled cock to play with her clitoris, and warm bursts of joy shot through her eighteen-year-old body. She gabbed her little tits and squeezed them until they ached with the most enjoyable pain she'd ever known in all her life. How could she have considered sticking to lesbianism for the rest of her days? PJ wondered. It was crazy, when she could be feeling like this, with an enormous cock stuffing her teenaged cunt.
But she could have the best of both worlds. The night was young. She hadn't gotten together with Maggie yet. They could roll on the tile or in the water, eating pussy and drinking girl cum together. And, when that was done, she could pick out a hard cock – Ted's or Daddy's – and ram it up her juicy snatch. God, she'd never been this horny in all her days! The slow, steady intrusions of Jake's cock triggered her orgasm and she came in a little burst of throbbing energy.
Inside her his cock was growing harder and bigger, or so it seemed. Maybe he was ready to shoot his juice?
"Daddy," she warned, "Maggie says not to let you squirt in me! I'm not on anything!"
With a moan Jake pushed his daughter up, off his straining cock. He was swelling and aching and a heavy gush was on its way.
PJ hesitated only a moment. She bounced onto her knees and, taking his cock in hand, guided it into her mouth. Sucking and tonguing with nothing to guide her but sheer, natural talent, she worked his cock between her lips and began to suck him off.
Jake looked at his daughter, so intent, so earnest. She sucked like a Goddamned angel! He jerked up, driving his cock deeper into her mouth, and he filled her throat with the hottest, most smashing burst of jism he could ever recall shooting off.
Maggie didn't even look to see why her father was sighing and groaning so vibrantly. She could hear the gulps and smacks that PJ made and she knew, somehow, that her baby sister was drinking man cream for the first time. Her own finger lanced into Cam's snatch and probed wickedly.
Still sucking Ted, Cam wiggled her hips, trying to cunt-jerk her daughter's finger in deeper, deeper. She filled her mouth with her son-in-law's cock, opening her throat. It was a technique she'd developed out here on the Coast. God, so much had happened since they'd moved to California. The invitations to parties, the gradual realization that their friends and neighbors were exchanging mates for evenings of orgiastic bliss. And they'd tried it, she and Jake, just once to see what it was like. So they told themselves.
It was as addictive as heroin. And now it had backfired. They were kicking and sucking their own children, doing it without shame, without guilt. She had her son-in-law's cock firmly in her mouth, her hands tugging at his balls to make him surrender his hot load, and her elder daughter was greedily tonguing her cunt. Out of the corner of an eye she could see PJ, her baby girl, wolfing down Jake's cum, sucking as if fellatio were going out of style.
Or had it backfired? Maggie's tongue was expert in its caresses. This wasn't the first time her older daughter had licked a cunt. And PJ was going at Jake like a nymphomaniac, her eagerness a fair match for her father's.
Maybe, she thought, just maybe this was the way of the future. After all – they loved each other, the five of them. Why should society declare that their expression of that love must limit itself to certain forms? Why couldn't Cam Villinger spread her thighs and let her daughter – let both her daughters – go wild on her cunt? Why couldn't Jake fuck Maggie and PJ as many times as he could get it up? Why couldn't she take Ted's hard, thick cock between her lips and suck it until he flooded her mouth with his hot jism? If society couldn't take it, then maybe it was society's fault.
She made her lips a tight vise upon Ted's cock as she felt him give up his man cream. Her throat muscles pulled and tugged, dragging his cum into her belly in one swift swallow. At the same time Maggie's tongue and lips became positively aggressive and Cam Villinger knew that she couldn't hold back her own orgasm.
It rolled forth and cunt juices drenched Maggie's face. Again and again the girl plugged her mother's cunt, fingers jabbing, tongue scraping, teeth nipping at the agonized clitoris. Cam erupted time after time, surrendering herself to the ecstasy of her pussy, nearly choking on the jism in her mouth.
She coughed spasmodically, letting Ted's cock dance from between her lips, and his cum spurted from her mouth. Dripping, throbbing, she reached far Maggie's head, striving to drag it deeper, deeper into her churning cunt. Before she and Jake joined the swinging community of Southern California, Cam had never made love with another woman. Perhaps it was motherly pride, perhaps it was the truth. No other girl had ever mouthed her snatch as skillfully as her daughter Maggie was doing right now. "Suck me, you gorgeous bitch!" she screamed, her cunt opening for Maggie's tongue.
The three women writhed together in abandon. PJ was on the bottom, but not for long. She could only take so much lingual attention from her mother and sister. Strength flooded through her muscles and she was fighting, and now it was Cam and PJ versus Maggie. The older sister surrendered to their loving attack as her mother's tongue stabbed through the cum-dripping slice of her cunt.
PJ took the nipples of Maggie's tits in her mouth, one after another, sucking them alternately.
Her teeth were active too, chewing them until Maggie's senses skirted the fine line between pain and unendurable pleasure. They were lesbians on a rampage, the three of them, and it was a toss-up as to who showed the more enthusiasm. If only, Maggie thought madly, Belinda we're here! Or that slutty, insatiable Christina! None of them would be able to move for weeks!
Ted's cock slammed into her cunt and she groaned, for he fucked it to her mercilessly. She was super tight down there and it hurt in a pleasant way. Her thighs ached and her cunt was dripping.
Jake looked down at his rampant cock. No matter how many times he shot off, his prick seemed to jump stiff again at the slightest provocation. God knew his young daughter's naked, fucking body was more than ample stimulus.
He petted his cock and rubbed it on PJ's face as she humped up and down over Ted's dick. She smiled and her mouth opened, her father's cock popping inside. He felt the rolling of her tongue, the suction of her lips, and he wondered why he was holding himself back. He'd already dumped a load of cum in her mouth and she was hungry for more. Let her have it!
With a groan he thrust forward, ramming into her upper throat with a deft, horny shove. PJ didn't seem to mind being turned into an eighteen-year-old Linda Lovelace. She hummed and sighed as he penetrated her orally, her throat muscles singing along the barrel of his embedded shaft, and her lather poured out his hot jism. Quickly PJ's hands grabbed her daddy's balls, squeezing them, draining the tender nuggets of the cum boiling inside. Jake screamed out his delight and he felt his cock gush again. It seemed now that he couldn't stop coming, and his surplus jism squirted out of PJ's sucking lips, dribbling onto her brown-pointed titties.
Cam lay on her back, holding her firm, full tits together as Ted's cock coursed between them. Each time he rammed forward he brought his cock within licking distance of her tongue and she took advantage of the opportunity. Her mouth opened further and further, allowing his cockhead to linger sensuously on the wet curves of her lips, to brush arousingly upon her white teeth. Her tongue shot out again and again, bathing him in her oral juices, while her hands made the groove between her tits a velvet glove for his cock.
She was like Marion – she couldn't get enough of his young body, and Ted knew that he could never get his fill other middle-aged sexuality. He wanted to squirt his jism into her gorgeous, sexy face, and then, before his cock could go limp, jam it right up her tight asshole! Her daughter loved it – why shouldn't she?
Cum barreled out of him in sticky streams, anointing Cam's straining face. Some of it went into her nostrils, while most went directly into her mouth. He could see his sperm bubbles on her lips and tongue, could hear her sucking it down her throat as if she hadn't had a drink in days. Frantically Ted extracted himself from between her tits, rolled the woman onto her belly, and fucked her asshole. She yelped and yielded, and he was in her, the constricting, the tight rectal muscles keeping him hot and hard. His balls quivered and he knew that they were making a fresh load of cum to juice up the plumbing of her asshole.
Maggie knelt like a mare as her father's stallion cock rampaged inside her from behind. He was plugging her ass and her cunt on alternate strokes slipping into either opening with the greatest of ease. Her clit seemed to have swollen enormously, and she was certain that if she looked into her cunt she'd find a love button fully as long and thick as her daddy's cock.
He held her hips with one hand, the other catching his prick and shifting it from cunt to asshole. Maggie sighed and screamed as she felt her female opening receiving the limit in abuse and she begged him for more, more, more!
PJ knelt behind her father, her tongue and fingers playing with his swishing sac of balls. She fingered his ass as he fucked her sister and she bent her head in close to suckle his swinging testicles. Her tongue flitted upward, sucking wetly across his asshole, and she heard him shudder with the joy of it. Slyly she pulled away her tongue, a slim finger stabbing inside after she'd wetted it in her mouth. Her reaming finger twisted and stabbed Jake's asshole, palm running against him viciously, and he wondered how much longer he could keep on fucking Maggie with that going on at his back door. His ass muscles strained and tensed and then he exploded inside his daughter while her sister sucked his balls and, between the two of them, he was certain that he would die at any moment.
Die gloriously, he corrected himself, spilling his jism. Christ! He couldn't remember how many times he'd shot off already, and he only wondered who was going to take it next. Maybe his wife. She was getting off on what Ted was doing to her and it was time she got a taste of the old master again. If – and it was a big if – he could fight his way past PJ, who seemed ready to go around again as soon as he got his cock out of Maggie's dripping cunt. Fuck it! "Maggie," his cum still flying, and he squirted a dab onto his younger daughter's face.
She licked at it, sucked his cock inside, and kept it from drooping while be refilled his jism tanks. As soon as she let him go, he was upon her, ramming his cock into her virgin asshole. She liked to suck asses – let her see what it felt like to be fucked there! PJ screamed and beat her hands on the tiles but she didn't ask him to stop.
Maggie clamped her cunt down on her mother's lips while Jake plowed his wife's pussy. Caught between two hot organs Cam could do nothing but enjoy. Dimly she was aware of the sounds of orgasm as Ted and PJ ate each other to shattering completion, but she didn't really care. She had enough to take care of right here. Still, she was going to have to get PJ to the side, and soon! The young girl had a cunt that wouldn't quit and Cam wouldn't be able to sleep tonight until she'd eaten it from Sunday to breakfast. Hot cum flooded her cunt as Maggie's juices soaked her face and she rolled, looking for cute little PJ.
When did it end? Where did it end? Who could say? Morning broke upon the home as five fucked-out swingers slept like babies, all of them sprawled tightly in one bed.
There was no question of Jake's going to work that day, and Cam had to confess that she didn't feel up to her afternoon tennis date with Brenda Blair. Sitting over a shockingly late breakfast the five of them discussed the next development.
"We have to fly back to Illinois day after tomorrow," Ted insisted. "I only have a week's vacation."
Cam seemed on the verge of tears. "It's not fair!"
PJ, intent upon the conversation, had dumped six spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee. Setting down the much too sweet cup with a grimace, she observed, "You know, I've never been to Illinois in my life."
"That's it!" Maggie declared. "The three of you have to come and see us. We'll get PJ safely on the Pill and see what happens after that. Why don't we all fly back together?"
"You're on," Jake smiled. "Besides, I can hardly wait to meet this Christina you keep talking about."
"She'll fuck you crazy," Maggie protested. "You'd better stick with me and PJ and maybe – just maybe – Belinda. We're normal girls, but Christina is a freak."
"Is it settled then?" PJ wondered. "Are we all gonna go to Illinois?"
Cam and Jake nodded in unison. "I don't see how we can afford to miss it," Cam noted. "If the Midwest is turning out swingers like these, maybe we should move there and forget about California."
"Right an!" PJ agreed. "The whole state's gonna fall into the ocean anyway. Let's go where it's safe. And sexy," she added with a kittenish leer.
Maggie stirred her coffee. "Only one thing I regret," she said sadly. "I really would like to see San Clemente. Did I tell you I met a guy who claims to be his cousin?"
"A hundred times," Cam, Jake, PJ and Ted groaned at once. "A hundred times."
Maggie stuck her tongue out at them. "Anyway, I think I could be persuaded to pass it up. If any of you are game."
They were, and she was, and Maggie couldn't repress a giggle as the four of them carried her off into the bedroom to start the day's festivities. Get ready, she thought. Get ready to find out what swinging is all about.