"Daddy!" screamed Mary Anne, twisting her head to look at him in utter disbelief.
"Pa!" cried Maybella. "What the hell you doin' here? You got no cause to fallow us," said Maybella, looking up and letting Steve's pecker fall out of her mouth as she turned and stared at the big, burly man who was filling up the doorway.
"Thought I didn't notice this here key gone, did you? Your daddy ain't all that dumb. I oughta blow your balls off, the both of you," he said threateningly, brandishing the gleaming rifle no one had noticed till now.
"Now wait a minute, there, Mister… ah…"
"Porter. Al Porter," he replied automatically.
Four heads turned to look at Doris, who was leaning against the bathroom door, looking much calmer than she felt.
"We're just havin' a little fun," she said sweetly. "Now you don't have nothing against a little fun now and again, do you? Big man like you, you look like you've had your share of it." Doris gazed at him, trying to look wide-eyed and ingenuous. She let the hand she'd draped across her pussy slide sideways just far enough for him to see the beginnings of the slit between her legs. He was big, looked like an ex-jock or something. Those big, hairy forearms looked powerful enough to dispatch them all without having to once raise the gun at his side. Doris shivered thinking about those arms.
"I reckon I have," he replied suspiciously. Despite the surly lone of voice he eyed Doris with renewed interest. She felt her heart start to pound as he stared unwaveringly at the thatch of curly hair between her legs. The growing bulge in his pants told Doris that she was having the effect she'd hoped to have on him.
"How about having some fun right now?" she purred softly, letting her eyes rest finally on the little mountain his swelling cock was creating in his dirt colored work pants.
He looked round the room at Maybella, who was still kneeling in front of Steve, but now had her back to him and was facing her pa, and at Mary Anne, whose legs were still wrapped around Hank's shoulders. His eyes went to Hank's prick crammed up Mary Anne's young cunt, and he felt a quick tightening in his balls. What the hell, why not? Not like he was going to do something the girls had never seen before.
"Come here, honey. What's your name?" he said finally, crooking a finger at Doris, who walked slowly across the room, teasing him by demurely covering her thatch with one hand till she was standing by his side. He carelessly tossed the rifle into the corner as he unbuckled his belt.
"Name is Doris, big boy. Let's see what you've got to play with," she said in reply, reaching down and casually unzipping his fly. She drew out a hardening prick that was already thicker than Steve's, though not nearly as long as Hank's. She looked at it approvingly, liking the heavy feel of it in her hands.
"You're hung just like I like 'em, big boy," she crooned, stroking his deep red, heavily veined pecker with the tips of her fingers. He shuddered convulsively, and reached out to fondle one of her small breasts.
"So are you, Doris baby, so are you. I like your tits. Ain't got no use for them big floppy ones that hang down to there," he said, running a hand over her belly. "And you don't have to call me big boy. Friends call me Al."
"Then Al it is. Cause I think we're gonna be real good friends." Doris helped him pull his pants down, and urged him out of his shin, keeping her eyes fastened on his hard prick that jutted up at her from a forest of dark black pubic hair.
Hank and Mary Anne and Maybella and Steve heaved a collective sigh of relief and went back to the fucking they'd been doing before they'd been so rudely interrupted. Hank began moving his monstrous cock inside Mary Anne's tight young cunt, while Steve lay back on the bed and pulled Maybella on top of him so that her cunt was resting on his face, and her lips were once again nibbling at his rod. Thank God Doris is such a good sport, he thought to himself happily as he pushed his tongue into Maybella's hot little snatch. The old man could have been a real prick, especially with that gun.
Doris and Al were locked in a tight embrace, with hi's cock pushed between her outspread legs as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him hungrily on the mouth. It felt good pressing up against her snatch. At first she'd only been interested in eying their skins, but once she saw that pretty pecker of his, she'd decided fucking him would be fun. And obviously it was going to be. She didn't care what Steve thought about her, or Hank either, for that matter. Obviously neither of them were in any position to complain. She ground her pussy down harder on the stiff shaft of his thick rod and pushed her small tits against his massive hairy chest. Yes sir, this was going to be fun. Al picked up Doris and laid her down on the dresser so that her legs dangled off the edge, and her snatch was even with the end of the top. He spread her legs and greedily bent to lick her sweet pussy. She shuddered as his big tongue moved roughly over her sensitive clit. But apparently he was just making sure she was good and ready, because almost immediately he lifted his head and took his swollen pecker in one hand. He guided it to the mouth of her honey pot, and she squirmed closer to the edge and reached down to help him guide it into her cunt.
He groaned as his cock slid into her, and she gave a little whimper of delight a he stretched her wider than anyone else had, forcing her cunt to bounce against the stiffness of his probing cock. She wrapped her lop around his waist and began frantically returning his determined thrusts.
"Say, if this is a party, how come nobody invited me?" said a soft laughing voice that seemed to be coming from the door to number eighteen.
"Ma!" cried Mary Anne and Maybella almost simultaneously.
"Red!" said Al, his mouth dropping open in utter amazement.
"You!" exclaimed Steve, giving himself away. "You told me you'd only be staying a couple more days. For chrissakes, you didn't tell me you owned the fuckin' place!"
"You didn't ask me," the green-eyed redhead with the overblown tits Steve had fucked the other morning in the pool calmly replied. She stood with her head thrown back, hands on her womanly hips, surveying the situation with obvious amusement.
"Well," Steve said finally, "Now at least I know where your kids got it from."
She laughed, threatening to send her lush tits through the silky-thin fabric of her low cut blouse. "Well, don't let me stop you, folks. Ill just join the party, that is if nobody minds…"
Apparently no one minded, because they all went quickly back to fucking/being fucked by eating/being eaten by their respective partners.
"Move over there, honey, and let Mama take over for a while," Big Red instructed Maybella, who somewhat grudgingly took her full young lips from Steve's swollen dick.
"Don't get up off his face, Maybella, honey. Just let him eat your pussy while I give him a good old-fashioned fucking. That way everybody'll go home happy, y'hear?"
"Yes, Mama," replied Maybella dutifully, watching her mother's big tits practically swallow up Steve's prick as she pushed back and forth, her cleavage acting like a cross between a hand job and a cunt. Steve was licking and kissing Maybella's soft young slit, enjoying its warm wetness against his face at the same time he was squirming under the skillful ministrations of Maybella's mother, who by now was preparing to lower her cunt down onto Steve's throbbing cock.
Steve gasped as its tight warm wetness closed over his prick and slid down the shah till the red-gold hair of her snatch mingled with the dark-brown hair of Steve's crotch. Just before she began bucking up and down he looked around the mom.
Doris was getting fucked but good by Al, who apparently was both Big Red's husband, the girls' father and the proud proprietor of the Clayburn Court Motel. Steve smiled as he watched his big hairy ass pounding into Doris. He could hardly believe she was the same girl who had wanted to tie him down less than a week ago.
His eyes traveled to Mary Anne, who had a cuntful of Hank's gigantic cock. God, was he ever hung and, if the expression of rapture on her face way any indication, was having herself the time of her life.
He went back to licking and kissing and tonguing Maybella's pretty pink cunt, enjoying the feeling of her writhing over him, pressing her hot slit into his face at the same time her mother was banging down as hard as she could on his cock.
Four days ago he would have told you this was going to be a rotten vacation. Well, it just went to show you… He smiled and gave himself up to the pleasures of eating pussy and getting cunt at the same time. Yeah. It had turned out to be a real bang-up vacation. They'd have to do it again next year. If they were home by next year…