“Unngghhhh! It… it's tooooo muccccch!” she shrieked. Her entire body exploded into a wild frenzy. She slammed her hips backwards in an attempt to, get even more of his prick buried into her bowels.
Feeling weak inside already, she didn't know if she was doing it right. Fred and Gloria watched in amazement. They both wondered where all the girl's energy came from. She was a bitch in heat and thrashing around the impaling spike of Don's steely prick as if her very life depended on her come. “More, you slimy bastard, fuck me more!” she cried out. “I haven't had enough yet. I have to feel it, really feel your big, swollen prick fucking my little asshole!” “It's little, all right,” he conceded. “I never fucked anything this tiny before. And I love the heat of your guts. It's gonna melt my prick for sure, if I don't watch myself.” He moved with deliberate strokes, at just the tempo designed to keep his own passions in check. He sucked in his breath and held it as another come smashed through the girl's tender body. The way her half-moons of assflesh came, shooting back into his crotch was almost enough to make him come. She was rotating those womanly hips and trying to break his cock off at the roots. He kept fucking her so that he was never fully buried inside her seething asshole when she made her more violent movements.
“Can't focus. Going blind,” she complained. “Blinded by sex!
Ohhh, fuck me good! I want that manly prick of yours deeper!”
“Your wish is my command.” Then he really fucked her. With his hands around her waist and pulling hard into her belly, he was able to smash her backwards into his groin with every single one of his own forward thrusts. The lewd squishing noises filled the room and eventually drowned out the crackling of the fire. Fred turned to his mother and told her, “I wish I were the one giving her that cornholing. Look at her face and tell me she's not getting off on it in a big way.” “No argument there, Freddie. And I almost wish it were me that was on the receiving end of your father's cock. This entire evening has shown me that he's a lot better cocksman than I gave him credit for.” She let out a little sigh as she watched her husband banging away at her son's girlfriend. “And to think it all started at the stock car races. That was so much fun sucking both of you off in public. We're going to have to try that again, sometime soon, I hope.” “Uh, Mom, a question. Was it you or Denise who actually sucked me off? I couldn't tell because of the blankets and I was damned if I was going to let Dad look. But I want to know.”
“We were both sucking on both your pricks.” “I know. But at the end-the one who actually finished off the blow job. Who was it?”
She smiled and put her finger to her lips in a sign that he should be quiet. “Let's watch them finish their fucking. It looks as if Denise is going to get off again and then your father will come.”
And that's the way it happened. The four of them lay together in front of the fire, arms around each other and simply soaking up the good feelings between them. Not surprisingly, both Don and Fred got their hard-ons back before the night was over and, equally unsurprisingly, the women were horny and waiting for them.
They fucked, not as individuals fucking individuals, but as a group, a group that wasn't going to tire of sex easily. There was no way fucking could get monotonous with each of the foursome trying to top the others. And that was the way it should have been.