Ben Franklin's mask of bravado crumbled as soon as he stepped into the elevator alone with his mother. She punched the button for the top floor and then stood as silent and unmoving as a pillar of stone.
He knew she had been shocked, then pissed when he and the other kids had walked in on what was supposed to be an all adult party. And he knew she was even more pissed when his dad walked off ogling the seductive sway of Mary's shapely ass. But he didn't know how or when she might vent what was so obviously smoldering inside.
Alone in the elevator seemed like the perfect time. No one else could see or hear. Ben held his breath as the elevator car lurched and started up. The trip was so slow, he thought the hotel must have a little hunchbacked troll turning a crank in the basement to lift the thing by hand.
He cast a quick sidelong glance at his mother and saw her giant tits swell as she drew in a shallow breath. The soft cleft between her massive tit mounds looked as dark and silky-smooth as the black fur fringing the low-cut neck of her gown. It didn't matter to him then that she was mad, or that she was his mother. He could think of nothing but smacking his lips on the biggest and most beautiful pair of tits he'd ever seen.
To Dina Franklin, the elevator car seemed to be streaking skyward like a powerful rocket bound for the moon. She could hardly believe that she had tempted her own teenaged son, inviting him upstairs to suck on her tits. And, being a mature woman, she knew it wouldn't stop at tit-sucking.
But why not? she asked herself. He sucked on my tits when he was a baby, and I loved it. It was the most satisfying experience I can recall.
Dina took a deep breath, held it through a long moment of reflection, and then expelled it with a sharp hiss. Paul used to watch when little Ben sucked on her tits. He used to smile and say: "Fed from tits like those, that kid should grow to be a giant!"
But obviously there was more to the program of life than mother's milk. Ben did not grow to be a giant – not even to be a boy of average size. He remained small, always in the background – always overshadowed by bigger and stronger boys like Mike Winslow.
Dina cracked a faint smile. Perhaps poor little Ben had grown at last. She recalled the gleam in his eye when he talked about fucking out Mary's cherry. He even beat Mike to that. And maybe, just maybe – if Ben sucks on my big tits one more time, he'll continue to grow, she thought.
They both heaved inaudible sighs when the elevator car ground to a stop. "There's a nice room right this way," Dina said. She winked, and Ben followed, grinning from ear to ear.
Inside their room, behind a securely locked door, Ben's nervous tension grew worse. His mother stood facing him, smiling strangely and softly stroking the deep-plunging V of sleek black fur that accented the creamy swelling of her magnificent tits.
"Mom…" He croaked the word in a weak voice.
"I know what you're thinking." Her smile curved that certain way that Ben knew well. "All of a sudden you're thinking this is wrong. Maybe even sick."
"Yeah." He didn't want her to go on.
"You've sucked my tits before," she reminded him. "You loved them then. And I loved the way your little lips pulled on my nipples. Sometimes I'd let you suck my tits for an hour after I knew all the milk was gone."
As she spoke, Dina reached back and began inching down the zipper of her brocade gown. Doubling her arms behind her thrust her tits out even more.
"That was different," Ben said with a rasping gulp. "I was a baby."
"And I was your mother. I'm still your mother, Ben, and I know how much you want to suck on mommie's big tits."
She shrugged off the top of her gown and unclasped her bra with quick strokes of her hands.
"Ooooh, Jeeeezzzus!" Ben moaned. He was holding back against what he'd been taught was a horrible sin. But when his mother's huge naked tits burst free before his eyes, he could think of nothing but his obscene hunger to seal his lips on her thick, round nipples.
"Did you know that I can't buy a factory-made bra?" Dina pushed the fur-trimmed brocade gown to her waist, until the deep V of shimmering black fur fringed her crotch.
Except for her two huge mountains of tit-flesh, Dina Franklin was a pleasant-looking but very ordinary woman. Not a sleek, sensuous beauty like Sharla. More earthy. More like a mother is supposed to look… except for those two glorious tits.
"I can see how much you want to suck my tits," Dina said. Ben's taut lips were trembling in anticipation.
"Yeah," he said with a grunt. He took a slow step forward, wringing his hands. They were glazed with cold sweat. "I know we shouldn't… but I want to."
"And I want you to."
Dina pushed her dress down to the floor and stepped out of it. She kicked off her high heeled shoes and stepped back toward the bed.
Ben could feel his pulse beat in his temples. It crashed like thunder and pushed the hot blood of desire faster through his whole body. Even the glaze of sweat on his palms turned warm with lust.
Dina stripped off her stockings and panties and stretched across the bed completely nude. Ben gulped, gazing at the two knobbed peaks of titflesh rising from her chest. She slid her hands up her sides, then she capped them over her tits, pressing until her thick dark nipples bulged through invitingly.
"Ooooh, God!" Ben rushed forward so eagerly that he almost tripped. He fell beside her on the bed, his warm hands grasping at her enormous red nipples. "Aaaahhhh! Jeeezzzus, that's more tit than I've squeezed in my whole life!"
Dina pulled her hands from beneath his and clasped them at the back of his neck. He spread his hands and took in all of the creamy smooth titflesh that he could hold. Still more soft inviting tit bulged out of reach.
Dina's half-closed eyes misted with delight. Ben's kneading fingers sent warm pulses of satisfaction through every nerve.
"I love your tits," he moaned. "I can't help it, Mom… I love squeezing your big tits!"
"You'll like sucking them even more."
"Yeah! Oh, shit… YEAH!"
Ben spread his mouth wide and dropped on the nearest big tit. He clawed his fingers into her tit flesh and made her huge nipple bulge.
"Gggrrruuumnim!"
Dina shivered when she felt the furious suction on her nipple hardened between his lips, firm and warm. "Ooooh, Ben! More. Suck in all the tit you can!"
Ben nodded, spreading his lips and sucking hard until he felt her thick hot nipple press against the roof of his mouth. His tongue rolled and swirled, digging and lashing at her bulging tit-meat. He still couldn't swallow it all – not even half.
It took both of his hands to cover her other tit. His fingers grasped and pulsed with burning delight. She moaned, writhing and arching to increase the mauling pressure of his hands and mouth.
Men had always loved the feel of Dina's unbelievably gorgeous tits, but no one had ever attacked them with the raging hunger of her young son.
Ben shifted, leaning across her, sucking down hard on her other tit. He stroked the tit he had just sucked, his thumbs twirling around her rigid nipple, which felt nearly as large as an egg.
Finally he had to pull away. His jaw ached, and he gasped for breath, "I just can't suck any more," he said. "Not for a little while."
"There's something else YOU could do," Dina said. "You could fuck my tits. I like that! I love to feel a thick hot cock between my titties."
"Oh, Jeeezzzuuus!" Ben couldn't figure out what she meant at first, but he knew by the tight, crooked smile on her lips that it must be something great.
"Take off your clothes," she told him. "I'll show you. I'll bet you've never had two tits big enough to fuck before."
Ben's cock began to swell when he first thought about getting his mouth on his mother's giant nipples. Now it ached and strained. While sucking, he'd been too absorbed to even think about his prick. Now it throbbed with desire.
Dina watched Ben strip off his clothes, breathing deeply, still warmed and tingled by the pull of his lips on her tits and the tense, fiercely excited grasp of his hands.
"You've got a beautiful thick cock," she told him. "Just right to stick between my big soft tits. See? When I press my tits together like this, it makes a tight, smooth fuckhole just like a pussy."
"Oooah, wow."
Ben watched her hands spread and press the two giant domes of her tits together until only a thin, soft slit remained between like a hairless young pussy.
The boy's thick cock leaped and throbbed as he sat astride her heaving belly. He stroked his prick with his hand, pumping and aiming at her obscene little slit.
"It's like a fucking baby's cunt," he groaned.
"But it's plenty big enough to take a man's cock," she purred in reply. "Come on, Ben – put your prick into Mommie's tit-cunt."
He lunged with a lusty grunt, and his swollen cockhead pressed into the narrow slit. It wasn't sleek and wet like pussy, but it was warm, soft and yielding. Dina relaxed the pressure of her hands until the whole length of his throbbing cock lay squeezed between her tits.
"Hhhhmmm, that's good," she said. "I can even feel your heartbeat."
Ben felt only the strange, clinging dry heat of her tits. He reared back with a sigh of pleasure and began fucking his cock in and out of her strange, wildly exciting fuckhole.
Dina gasped in response to each fuck-thrust. The bulging veins of her son's cock rippled the soft flesh she kept pressed around his prick like a cunt. Each plunging stroke of his fucker filled her with glowing warmth.
"I love to fuck this way!" she cried.
"Me too!"
Ben had never felt anything quite like it. Her smooth hot tit-flesh gripped his cock better than any pussy he'd ever tried. Each fuck-thrust made her moan with joy, and she pulsed her fingers to send quivering shocks of pleasure into his cock.
"I can make it even better," she whispered in a voice hoarse with desire.
She let up on her grip for a second, and Ben moaned sadly, the way he did sometimes when his prick slipped out of a wet cunt at the wrong time.
"Don't worry," she said. "It'll be better, you'll see."
Her fingers reached higher, pressing to turn her giant nipples inward. Then she squeezed until the two red tit-knobs almost touched, lost in the deep soft valley.
"Ooooh, GOD!"
Ben's next fuck-thrust pressed into the familiar little slit, but inside, he felt something entirely new. Her thick hot nipples grated on the sides of his cock.
"It's like a pussy with teeth!" he moaned.
"Big, soft, cock-loving teeth," she droned.
The pleasure was almost more than she could stand. She knew that she had far more tender nerves in her tits than in the depths of her cunt, and she loved the way a spearing cock made her titflesh tingle.
"AAAAHHHHHH… harder!" she cried. "Fuck me hard, Son. Make my big nipples burn!"
"I can't fuck any harder," Ben groaned. "God, my cock is coming out on the other side now!"
"Ooooh…" Dina tilted her head and watched his cock thrust in. The swollen knob of his prick burst out of the clinging slit and reached toward her chin. She gazed at his thick, reddish prickhead and wet her lips with an anxious sweep of her tongue.
"I'll make it better," she purred. "I'll make a hot place for all your cock!"
"How?" Ben asked. It looked like she'd mauled and twisted her tits as much as she could.
"Like this…" Dina craned her neck and sucked in her lips to pad her teeth. The next time Ben stabbed in with his cock, it slid between her firm nipples and plunged into the wet hollow of her mouth.
"Aaaahhhh!" the boy gasped. "It feels like real pussy now!" He thrust again and again, driving his prick deeper each time. "No… it's better than any cunt I ever fucked!"
He felt the strange, tingling friction of her bulging nipples, then the soft wet grasp of her lips. And then she began to lash at his cockhead with her tongue, snaking it up and down on his cum-slit.
"Shit… oooh, SHIT! I can't fuck much more. I'm going to cum. I'm going to shoot hot jism all over your face."
"No," she cooed between fuck-thrusts. "Just keep fucking. I'll take care of your cum."
Dina's tongue swirled again, taut and sinewy, begging for the taste of cum.
Ben's mind became a complete blur. He could think of nothing but the strange and delightful sensations sparking from his cock. Each thrust of his prick raked his mother's huge nipples and made her squirm joyously, gulping and moaning. Then his lunging cock sank into tiw slithering vise of wet heat. He didn't stop to think that it was his mother's mouth.
"Grruuunnngh! It's good. It's great!" he wailed. The steaming pressure in his nuts expanded quickly, making them tingle as they dragged up the soft, steep slope of his mother's tits. "I'm cumming now!"
"Huummmm," Dina moaned, pulling and sucking on the trembling knob of Ben's cock. He froze for an instant, his body wracked by the force of the silver jet of cum shooting up from his balls. He clenched to hold it back and enjoy the eerie strain as long as he could, then he lunged and let his prick fire.
"Aaaaggghhhh!"
He felt a rushing flow swell the cum pipe along the bottom of his thick cock. His hips jerked and he began fucking as bud as he could, whipping his prick in and out of Dina's mouth.
His mother tasted the salty-sweet cum each time he lunged. It splattered and rolled across her tongue, oozing back into the depths of her throat.
"Hhhhmmmmm," she purred.
Now it was her turn. She sucked joyously on her young son's cock and eagerly swallowed his gushing load of silver fuck-cream.
Ben kept fucking faster and faster, caught up in ecstasy. His mother's wet lips pulled and dragged on the thick shaft of his cock. Her tongue continued its wild dance, wet and slick with hot jism.
He lunged and drove his cock as deep in as he could, almost burying his balls in the narrow gash between Dina's heaving tits. She gulped and sucked as frantically as she could, but his big load of cum was more than she could swallow. Now she understood his frustration when he couldn't eat all of her huge tit.
Slick jizz bubbled and dripped from the sides of her mouth and slithered down her chin, and Ben kept pumping more. How much jism can he shoot? she wondered.
At last, the force of his searing jets of cum began to taper off. Dina smacked her lips and sucked hard. Even though her mouth was overflowing with jism, she wanted more.
Ben's vision began to clear as the pressure eased in his nut sac. He gazed down, then, and saw his thick cock gliding in and out of his mother's lips.
"Oooooh, God!" He felt a hard, sinking knot of revulsion deep in his gut. "I never meant to do that!"
"I know," Dina gurgled wetly, smiling as she sucked and licked up the last gleaming drop of cum. "But I'm glad you did. I liked sucking your cock as much as you liked eating my tits!"
"Yeah, but it's not right!"
"Neither is war, but it happens. At least what we did didn't hurt anyone."
"I-I guess not," Ben said with a lingering hint of doubt. His thick cockshaft was still between his mother's warm lips.
"You don't feel hurt, do you?" she asked, "N-n-no." He felt drained.
She smiled and licked the bulging head of his cock with slow, teasing strokes of her tongue. "I do… in away."
Ben cringed, fearful of what she might say. He almost jerked his glossy cock out of her grasp. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, we've been here all this time and you haven't even looked at my cunt."
"Your-your…" He couldn't bring himself to say the word.
"Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Ben? I mean really fuck me in the cunt?"
"My own mother?"
It was a weak protest. The eager lapping of her tongue was making his cock swell hard again. And when she first stripped off her clothes, he had noticed what a thick, dense spread of pussy hair she had. His cock swelled with a surge of fresh blood.
"No, I can't fuck you!" he said grimly.
"Of course you can. You came out of my pussy, you know what's the harm if you go back in?"
Ben shrugged, tossing his head in confusion. Somehow, none of this was working out right. He'd come here thinking he would shock his mother, but now she was shocking him.
"I'm a woman, Ben, I have needs."
Ben sighed. That's what he hadn't fully understood before. He'd never thought of his mother as a woman, a sexual creature with desires and urges to fuck as strong as his.
"What I need right now is your cock. Look how hard and strong it's getting." She twined her tongue around the puffed ridge of his mighty cockhead. "You want to fuck me, I know you do. Your cock is so hot I can feel it throb."
"Hhhhooo, shit!" he gasped.
She was right. He did want to fuck, and the way his cock was aching, he didn't give a damn who.
"Mike wouldn't hold back," she whispered softly. "I'll bet he'd be in my cunt right now… fucking and sucking on my big tits all at the same time."
"Grrruuunnngh!" Ben growled.
He slid down and knelt between her spread legs, eyeing her dark, richly furred pussy mound while he stroked his cock with his hand.
"I know Mike wants to fuck you," he said. "But, God damn it, I'm going to fuck you first!"
Dina smiled and felt her cunt squirm deep inside. "That's my boy!"
"I'm not a boy," he said firmly. He rubbed his bulging cockhead up and down in the wet mouth of her pussy.
"I know… I know! Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me as long and hard as you can. We've only got until midnight."
"What happens then?" He lashed her sleek cunt again.
Dina moaned, smiling slyly. "You'll see."
"Nowhere near," she told him.
She went on brushing her hair, letting the long strands spread across the shimmering white fur like tongues of flame blazing in the snow.
"Glad?" Mike sat up slowly, flashing a lewd grin. "I'm getting hot again just looking at you."
She sighed as she watched his cock swell hard, then she turned away. "You'd better get dressed."
"Dressed? What the hell for?" Mike scrambled off the bed and made a grab for her.
"Because we'll be having company soon." She spun out of his grasp and flashed a wicked grin. "Everybody comes to this suite to start the last round of fucking."
"Everybody?" Mike stood gaping. "You mean my parents too?"
She nodded, and her eyes flashed with a lewd glimmer. "It will be easier for you if you have your clothes on at first," she said. "And more fun later when somebody takes them off."
"Somebody like who?"
Mike still hadn't adjusted to the idea of his parents coming to a room still heavy with the scent of cum and female musk – a room where he'd just fucked his brains out with a sexy bitch-goddess old enough to be his mother.
Sharla gave him a sly look and shrugged. "I don't know… maybe Dina Franklin. Or Mary's mother. The last round is sort of a free-for-all. We all get together and do what we want most."
"My parents too?"
"Yes, Mike. Them too. What's the matter? You look white as a sheet."
"I-I can't," he said flatly. "I can't face my parents. Not here… not now."
"Mike, they know what we've been doing. Your dad and I talked about it earlier, thinking how great it would be if I fucked you. And he's been fucking my daughter all this time."
"And you don't mind?"
She parted her lips to speak, then paused to think. "I have to admit… it shocked me when you kids first arrived. But I think it's better this way than all of us sneaking around."
"Maybe… but Jesus, I could never fuck with my mother in the same room!"
"Ben's been alone with his mother all this time. What do you think they've been doing?"
Mike swallowed enviously as he pulled on his clothes. "I know what I'd have done with her big, beautiful tits!" His lips quivered just from thinking about it.
Sharla nodded, pinning like a conspirator. "And Dina would have done some things with those tits that you haven't even dreamed of."
A soft knock at the door broke off their conversation and left Mike dangling, wondering what it was Dina might do. The idea of them all being together to fuck and suck seemed far less disturb big now.
Sharla went to the door and fucked him a smile of understanding and encouragement as she undid the lock.
"Dina," she said brightly. "Mike and I were just talking about you."
Dina smiled. "I'm surprised. I didn't think you two would find time to talk at all."
"We almost didn't," Mike said. He was still tucking in his shirt.
"Well, don't waste time dressing now," Dina said. "I've got plans for you, Mike. BIG plans!" she breathed deeply, swelling her tits until they almost spilled from the fur-trimmed neckline of her gown.
Ben came into the room behind her, grinning sheepishly and sweeping his gaze across the floor. He hardly dared look at Sharla. She looked so sexy with her long, fiery hair streaming across the sleek white fur.
"Ben, don't look so shy," Sharla said. "I've been thinking a lot about you." She brushed against him as she turned to close the door, softly caressing his cheek with a swirl of red-gold hair.
"You-you have?" Ben thought surely she would pick one of the older men to start the last round.
"I just love a hot young cock that I can teach new things to," she said with a kittenish grin, running her fingers through the deep white fur draped over her pussy mound. "Oh, there's the door again."
Ben gulped, trying hard to swallow. He couldn't. His throat was dry with desire.
"Relax, old buddy," Mike whispered. "She's the best teacher I ever had!"
Ben pulled himself up, and his stern face split with a grin.
"My mom's pretty good too," Ben said proudly. "Hi, Paul. Hi, Mary." Sharla ushered them both into the room.
Brad and Salena arrived just as she was closing the door.
"Ooooh, this is going to be the best time ever!" Sharla said.
Salena could hardly believe how sexy her mother looked, and she felt a nervous pang of jealousy. Mary saw the look in her eyes and smiled.
"Salena, I never thought I'd see you lose your cool."
"We'll see how cool you are when your mother gets here," Salena shot back.
Sharla threw up her hands. "Hey, whoa! Why don't we all try to rein? You kids thought you were going to shock us old folks and maybe teach us a lesson by showing up here the way you did. I don't blame any of you for that. I can see now that it was wrong for us to lie and sneak around the way we did. But let's face it, you've been hiding your true feelings too."
"We've all been trying to sweep fucking under the rug like it was dirt that had to be hidden… and I say that's a bunch of shit, whether you're young or old. I like to fuck, and I don't give a shit who knows it! I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not going to hide it… I love to fuck, and I'm not afraid to say so any more! What about the rest of you?"
Nods and murmurs of approval began slowly. Only Mary remained stiff and silent. "I could say that now," she agreed. "But when my mother gets here… I don't know."
Sharla fought back a mocking laugh. "Your mother… you know what's wrong with her? She likes being fucked as much as I do… maybe even more. But she won't admit it. She grew up in a time when most girls were taught to endure fucking, not enjoy it. Times have changed, but she hasn't."
"Not yet," Mary whispered softly. The door creaked open behind Sharla, and Mary watched her mother enter the room. "Hi, Mom."
"Hello," Ellen said stiffly. The lusty gleam in her young daughter's blue eyes still shocked her.
"We've all been talking about you," Mary said with a sly and twisted grin.
"Ooooh?" Ellen shrank back against the door. They were all staring at her now, eyes agleam with a strangely sinister light.
"Don't anyone touch her." Mary said firmly. "Not until she screams… not until she begs for the cock she wants most."
The lithe young blonde shouldered her mother aside, snapped the lock and jammed it with a bobby pin.
"Mary, what are you doing?" Ellen rattled the door in a frustrated rage. It wouldn't budge.
"The masquerade is over, Mother. We're all waiting to see your true face."
"You're all crazy! You're insane with lust!" Ellen shuddered violently and grabbed her daughter's arm. "I ought to whip your impudent little ass!"
Mary faced her and said: "Maybe you should… if that's what turns you on."
"Ooooh, God!" Ellen pushed her await and cowered against the door.
"Brad, how about it? Would you like to spank my ass? I used to love it when my dad did that. I'd grind my little pussy on his knee and squirm when I felt the slap of his hand."
"Mary!" Ellen wailed.
"I like it best when my ass is bare." Mary reached back and pulled down the zipper of her gold-flecked gown.
"I've never liked pain very much," Dina told Mike. "But I just love to have my big tits sucked."
She pressed against him, pulling at the open V of his half-buttoned shirt, brushing the sleek black fur trimming of her gown against his bare chest.
"Aaaahhh!" Mike gasped, clamping his hands on Dina huge tits.
"Jeeezzzuuus!" Brad moaned. He still could not believe that his mother would act that way – not even after all they had done.
"That's nothing," Sharla whispered just loud enough for Ellen to hear. "Wait until I rub that hot thick cock of yours with silky white mink."
She pulled down the zipper of Ben's fly and dug in to find his thick cockroot.
Salena moaned and pressed her inviting pussy mound against Paul Franklin's stiffening cock. "You don't need any of that shit, do you, Paul? You just want to fuck the hottest cunt here."
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time," he said freely.
Ellen cringed but could not turn away. She watched through slitted eyes awash with tears.
"You're all disgusting!" she cried. "You'll all burn in hell for this!"
"I know, Mother… and I believed all that fire and brimstone bullshit before I found out that you and Dad sneaked away once a month."
"I never wanted to!" Ellen insisted.
"That's bullshit too," Mary said. "If I burn in hell, it's going to be for getting fucked and loving it… not lying about it afterwards."
"You little bitch! What do you know? You were a stupid little cherry until tonight!" Ellen lunged, grabbed Mary's arm and wrenched her away from Brad.
The girl's blonde hair swirled, muffling her startled cry as she stumbled out of the gown bunched down around her knees.
"I've seen the way men look at you."
"And it made you jealous!" Mary screamed. "You couldn't stand it when the men started sniffing after my cherry cunt. The cocks you wanted were all hot after me… even my own father."
"You little slut!" Ellen shook her daughter violently.
But she knew what the girl said was true. Her daughter had seen through her mask of propriety. That made her madder still.
The young blonde wept, as Ellen began to shake her violently.
"Brad… Paul… Ben… Mike!" Mary cried. "God, somebody please fuck this miserable bitch and put her poor mind at ease!"
The men turned toward Ellen, naked and grinning. They kept stroking their hard cocks and leering as they moved near.
"NO!" Ellen screamed. She let go of Mary's arm and staggered back toward the door. "Leave me alone, I don't want to fuck any of you!"
Brad Winslow laughed softly and shook his head. "Nobody believes that, Ellen. Not even you."
He was leading the advance, glaring into her fluttering eyes and stroking his long hard cock with the coil of his right hand.
"Look how excited she is," Paul Franklin said. "Her tits are trembling, and her pussy mound is shaking like a volcano about to erupt."
"No!" Ellen flattened herself against the jammed door, squirming uncomfortably as the four males came near a quartet of cocks, all hot and throbbing.
"She sounds like I did at first," Mary said. "Yeah, she says no, but she keeps licking her lips," Ben said. His confidence swelled with his cock. "You'd like to suck on my thick cock, wouldn't you? You know it's the one that popped Mary's cherry and you'd love to know what it tastes like."
"Huunnngh!" Ellen groaned.
Her face twisted into a knot of disgust, but she kept looking from one cock to another.
"You've never had four pricks to choose from, have you, Ellen?" Paul asked.
"That's right." A thought just hit Brad. "She's always been the last one chosen for the first round."
"Yes… YES? You all want to fuck Sharla, or Dina and her huge tits. And how do you think that makes me feel? No woman likes to be treated like leftovers."
"I can understand that," Ben said. "I've been playing second fiddle all my life… until tonight," he added quickly. Mary and Dina both smiled and exchanged excited glances.
"I'm going to enjoy watching almost as much as being fucked myself," Mary said.
Sharla nodded. "That's why we get together like this for the last round. But Ellen has never enjoyed it like she will tonight."
Salena's lithe body quivered anxiously. "Come on, Ellen… make up your mind. Choose the cock you want most so we can watch you fuck!"
A taut grin slowly curved Ellen's lips. "I want Mike's hot prick."
"Hey, hey… you made the right choice!"
"And I want Ben's, and Paul's too!"
"Jeeezzzus," Salena moaned. "Leave a little prickmeat for us!"
Ellen went on as though she hadn't heard a word. It was the most exciting moment of her life. Her breath came in sharp gasps, and she could hardly get out the words.
"Mike… please fuck my cunt. Paul, I'd like to have your thick cock up my ass. And Ben…" She wet her quivering lips with a stroke of her tongue, "… I want to suck on that thick hairy prick of yours."
Mike took Ellen by the arms. She gasped anxiously and pressed her heaving pussy mound against his naked cockhead.
Paul steppcd arouud behind her and wedged his thick prick in the satin-sheathed crack of her ass. Then he tugged at the zipper of her dress and drew it down.
"Make it good, you guys!" Mary encouraged them all. "Make this fuck so good that I don't get any more shit from her!"
"We will," Ben answered with a smile. "We sure will!"
Brad turned to the other women and shrugged. "SO I'm the one left out," he said with pretended sadness. "Replaced by my own fucking son." Then his handsome face split with an ear tickling grin.
"It doesn't look like you mind all that much," Sharla said.
She reached out and consoled his throbbing cock with slow and rhythmic strokes of her hand.
"Why should I mind? The rest of you can all fight over me."
"You bastard!" Salena laughed. "You horny sonuvabitch. No way can you fuck all of us at once."
"But I'm sure willing to try."
Dina rubbed her massive tits across his chest. "I don't care who you fuck, just so you're sucking on my big tits when you cum."
"Fuck me!" Salena moaned. "I haven't had near enough of your great cock yet."
"And sweet little Mary hasn't had any at all," Brad reminded her.
Sharla released her pulsing grip on Brad's big cock and stepped aside, gathering the soft white folds of mink around her. "I'll let you two kids fight over his cock," she said graciously. "Go to it girls!"
"What's with her?" Salena asked. "I never thought my mother would pass up a chance to fuck."
"I don't think she's passing up anything," Mary said. Sharla was at the door, down on her knees working to free the jammed lock. "When I locked the door to keep my mother in, I locked your father and mine outside."
"Mother… you're a bitch! A clever, sexy bitch!"
Sharla smiled as she freed the door. "I've been trying to tell all you young wontons… you've still got some things to learn."
Mary and Salena both sighed and reached for Brad's stiff cock. "Teach us, Brad! Show us all we need to know!"
"Hhhhmmmmm," Brad said as he began to pump his hips.
Mary's soft hand curled around the base of his cock. Salena held his prickhead in a fluid, pulsing curl.
"It's going to take all night," he said happily.
"It's going to take a lot longer than that," Sharla called from the doorway. "But at least now we can have class more than once a month."
She stood up then and opened the door.
"Dad!" Mary and Salena gasped in unison.
Their hands slid from Brad's cock as they exchanged glances. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Salena asked.
"I think so," Mary said with a lewd grin. "Dina… Brad is all yours. Look how big and hard we got his cock for you."
Behind them on the bed, Mike lay facing Ellen, fucking into her cunt with strong, deep thrusts. Paul Franklin pumped his enormously thick cock in and out of her ass with the same driving rhythm.
Ellen shivered with spasms of delight. She would have been wailing lewd cries of supreme satisfaction, but Ben's thick cock plugged her throat and bottled the sound inside.
"DO YOU want to fuck your father or mine?" Salena whispered to Mary.
"Doesn't matter how we start," Mary said. "We'll fuck them both before this night is through."
"My wife should be coming too," Brad said.
"Not before I do," Dina purred, pulling don the top of her dress.
"Brad, I don't mind sucking cunt for the first round… but what am I supposed to do until your wife gets here?" Sharla asked.
"Why don't you take a few instant pictures?" Mike said with an easy grin. "After all, that's what got this fuck-session started."
Sharla sighed deeply. Then she laughed. They all laughed. Even Ellen, with her mouth stuffed full of cock.