Chapter 30Content: mF mc ir oral
Harmon entered his kitchen and froze. Noreen was standing at the stove wearing a T-shirt and panties, turning bacon with a fork, humming. He turned to Mack, "How did SHE get here?"
"Donna? I brought her home."
"Oh. I thought for a second she was Noreen..."
"Wishful thinking, Pop?" Mack's eyes glinted.
"Let's not go there," Harmon growled.
Donna turned around, putting her unfettered breasts on display through the thin T-shirt. "Momma would probably be thrilled to death."
"That's part of what makes her so scary," Harmon retorted, averting his eyes. The mother and daughter were as alike as two peas in a pod -- and his cock was all twisted up, trying to erect in his jeans. "I'll be in the other room." He got out of there.
"Wow! He's REALLY nervous!" Donna declared. "That's not the guy who almost bent me over the couch!"
"Well, it is and it isn't," Mack grinned. "You remind him a lot of your mother -- which I guess makes sense -- and she got him to do things he just doesn't do! He OBVIOUSLY came home alone last night, too, which could have a couple of reasons -- and one of them MIGHT be that your mom set him on his ear..."
"Why don't they just hook up?" Donna asked innocently.
"Pop seems to think your mom would be pumping out half-brothers and half-sisters for both of us in no time if he did. She's not on birth control and he isn't cut and she ALREADY got him to do her without a rubber four times! Pop says she's a succubus. I think it's more like a vampire bite -- I think she's calling to him, and he's trying to fight it."
"If we put them in the same room, they'd fuck like bunnies!" Mac grinned. "What do YOU think?"
"I think you're right," Donna replied, smiling crookedly. Then she grinned from ear to ear. "Something anonymous -- like a really dark room?"
"Oh, MAN!" Mac roared with laughter.
There were eight of them in the big horseshoe booth at the back of Wimpy's, and it was in the slack period before the lunch crowd came in. "Okay, guys, it's like this," Tyrone announced. "The video is out there, already -- or chunks of it, anyway. You guys," he waved at Marcel, Rudy, Frog and Slick, "are, like, highly visible in the clip that got released. That kind of puts you out there, in the limelight. I talked to the people we did this for this morning and did a deal with them to keep Otis and I out of things, but I couldn't bust you out. Obviously, if you guys go bragging, you'll fuck yourselves up -- and each other -- because you KNOW Cindy and Beverly's folks are gonna be out for blood!"
"Man, that sucks!" Rudy ranted.
"Yeah, I know. Look, the official tale is that Otis and I busted in and broke Cindy and Beverly out -- which explains why we're keeping them -- but you guys are in the wind if you say anything. But I've got a little something to offer to make things less fucked up..." Tyrone set the hook.
"Yeah? Like what?" Marcel rasped. "I was hopin'..." Marcel wanted it out there that he'd fucked Cindy and Beverly in the worst way -- because it would be good for his reputation, and maybe get him another piece or two.
"Cindy and Beverly's folks will be looking for you, Man!" Otis erupted. "If they finger you, you'll be somebody's bitch at the county jail!"
Marcel flinched. Otis didn't know it, but he'd hit a serious nerve...
"Okay, well, we have problems, too," Tyrone noted. "If we continue to hang out with you guys and try to hang onto Cindy and Beverly at the same time, shit will fall apart and we'll ALL end up at county! That being the case, Otis and I are gonna have to go oreo..."
"Good luck with THAT!" Rudy snorted. Slick grinned.
"Well, we're gonna make a run for it, anyway -- it might be the deal that hooks us up to the gravy train. So, no offense, but we're outta here -- things are gonna get a little stiff. That gangsta crap is bullshit, anyway, around here -- it's just a game." Tyrone shifted his eyes to Patty and Simone, who had been sitting quietly by. "There are complications, though -- we can't run whores, you know? They'd get us for that. Otis and I need to be squeaky..."
"So..." Marcel looked at the pair of cunts sitting between Tyrone and Otis.
"So which one do you want, Marcel? Patty or Simone? They're our going away present, like. You and Rudy keep 'em and you run 'em, and every once in a while, you mail Otis and I, say, twenty-five percent of the take..."
"What about me and Frog?" Slick ranted.
"Free pussy," Tyrone replied. "Marcel, you and Rudy make Patty and Simone give it up to Slick and Frog for free once or twice a week. That's the best I can do, because there are only two of them."
"Well..." Frog was philosophical about it. Pussy was pussy...
"I don't want to run no whores," Rudy grunted. "Too much shit. I'll take pussy, though."
"Slick?" Tyrone made the offer.
"Yeh. Cool." Slick nodded agreement.
"So, Marcel?" Otis eyed him.
"Done," Tyrone declared. "Slick, you get Simone. Any problem with that?"
"Rudy and Frog got rights -- once a week apiece, anyway. Agreed?"
"Yeah, cool," Marcel nodded. "Not on Friday or Saturday -- we want their asses fuckin' johns on Friday and Saturday." Tyrone collected nods of agreement from Rudy and Frog.
Tyrone put his hand on Patty's back. "Patty, you been listening?"
"Uh huh." Patty, thoroughly indoctrinated, would have sat through a discussion regarding how thick the spit would have to be to support her weight while she was being slow-roasted.
"Okay, Honey. You belong to Marcel now. Anything you would have done for me or Otis, you do for Marcel. Understand?"
"If Frog or Rudy comes by, looking or a piece, you give them the good stuff, understand? You like Frog and Rudy -- they get pussy, no charge. Okay?"
"Okay!" Patty smiled at Frog and Rudy. Frog and Rudy smiled back.
Tyrone turned to Simone. "Simone, Honey, you belong to Slick. You work for Slick. Slick owns your holes. Anything you would have done for me or Otis, you do for Slick -- okay?"
"Okay!" Simone nodded.
"You like Frog and Rudy, too, Simone -- just like Patty does. Frog and Rudy are special -- Got that?"
"Uh huh!" Simone smiled at Frog and Rudy.
"Okay, are we square?" Tyrone asked. Otis glared at the others from next to them to add a certain element of coercion, but the guys all nodded. "Okay, then. I now pronounce you pimps and whores. Let us out, Guys -- we have to go hook up with our new girlfriends." Tyrone and Otis slid out of the booth and the other occupants rearranged themselves. Before Otis and Tyrone got to the table where Cindy and Beverly were patiently awaiting them, Slick was pawing Simone's big titties while she rubbed Frog's cock, and Marcel was undoing Patty's bra while she kissed Rudy, rubbing his lap.
Tyrone grasped Cindy's hand. "Do you want to eat, Baby, or do you want me to take you home?" He'd already adjusted the girls' memories of the night before. Somewhere, deep down, they knew that Tyrone and Otis had taken their cherries -- but if asked, they were conditioned to relate that anonymous rapists had done it. Frankly, there was no obvious connection for the girls -- they hadn't SEEN Tyrone and Otis, just a bunch of guys in masks. The only difference between their memories and reality was a kind of gray area in their memory that led them to being suddenly in a van with Tyrone and Otis, escaping their attackers.
"Take me home, please, Sweetheart?" Cindy asked sweetly.
"Sure, Baby..." The hard part was coming. This would either fly or it wouldn't. Both girls had considerable shock and horror hanging out there, thinly papered-over, from their ordeal. Tyrone intended to let that out on the way to Cindy's house, so they were properly traumatized when delivered to their parents.
Tyrone hadn't released the video -- Toby had. Tyrone had texted to Toby's throwaway phone from one he bought in a convenience store that morning -- and promptly destroyed, after getting Toby's agreement. The carefully edited video was streaming from a Russian server having been uploaded from ANOTHER Russian server that received the file from a Polish server that got it from an anonymous... well, you get the idea. The links were forwarded to a couple of Facebook pages belonging to some classmates who didn't hold Cindy and Beverly in high regard -- again anonymously; by mid-afternoon, the server would have a couple of thousand hits...
Tyrone drove right up the Simpson's semicircular driveway and he and Otis helped the girls -- who were bawling lustily -- out of the car. The servant who answered the door got a brusque, "Would you please bring Mr. and Mrs. Simpson? Something terrible has happened..."
Ten minutes later, the Ellises had been called and were on their way. Cindy and Beverly had managed to hysterically relate bits and pieces of their story -- and refused to be pried away from Tyrone and Otis under any circumstances. By the time the Ellises had arrived, Tyrone already had his hooks in Elaine Simpson and she was cooperating fully, keeping Hobart (don't call me Bart!) Simpson III from ejecting the two black boys -- who he was suspicious of -- from his home.
On arrival, Maureen Ellis turned out to be even more malleable -- and Norman Ellis lacked Hobart's prejudices; Otis was a shoo-in!
The official tale was that the girls had been lured to a van and abducted (neither of them could afford to admit they'd walked into the setup with their eyes wide open), then abused and raped by multiple unknown persons -- at which point, Tyrone and Otis had descended upon the scene and whisked them away to safety and bubble baths and gentle care... The latter HAD occurred, early that morning, while Tyrone and Otis tried to get the marker off the pair, so the memories were authentic.
Tyrone's tale was that he and Otis had been out at an after-hours club (yes, illegally -- copping to a lesser charge makes a good lie more believable) when a guy they didn't know asked them if they'd like to go to a party. The party had turned out to be the gang-bang; Tyrone and Otis had recognized Cindy and Beverly and made the snatch while everybody was lying around sated -- but the damage had been done long since. They'd stolen the 'red' van used to bring them to the site and had driven around, totally lost, for an hour or so before finding recognizable landmarks -- the place was probably in the next town over, but Tyrone wasn't sure. Maybe someone from Millis was pissed because the football team had kicked their asses? They'd taken the girls to Tyrone's and cleaned them up -- Cindy and Beverly had insisted that they not go to the police -- cuddled them and let them rest for a few hours, and brought them home.
Hobart, try as he might, couldn't find anything to sink his teeth into. Cindy swore every word was true and refused to be peeled off that black boy, Tyrone! Elaine was angry with him for not treating any facet of the situation more importantly than the fact that the boys were black! "That's your daughter in there! She was raped! All you can do is complain because of the color of her rescuer's skin?!" Elaine snarled. She and Maureen had both wedged themselves onto the couch to be with the girls -- and incidentally with the boys. No wonder they wanted to cuddle those boys -- they were so muscular and hot... That Tyrone's cologne was absolutely captivating... Elaine couldn't get enough of him, although she couldn't admit it.
Then Tyrone got a text from a friend -- an innocent friend -- that said, 'Hey, check this out! A couple of cheerleader bitches had themselves a party!' There was an associated link... "Uh oh! Sir, would you happen to have a computer? I think we want to see this..." He held up the phone and Hobart snatched it.
"There is a game console attached to a big screen TV in the room with the home theater," Hobart announced, leading them off. Tyrone and Otis literally carried the girls.
For the adults, the video was like a train wreck -- they couldn't stop it and they couldn't tear their eyes away from it! It was horrifying and disgusting -- and embarrassingly arousing! Maureen Ellis sat in one of the plush reclining seats with Cindy huddled against Tyrone on one side and Beverly clutching Otis similarly on the other -- and although she was trying to just console Cindy and Beverly, she seemed to be rubbing all four of them indiscriminately. Norman sat behind her and rubbed her shoulders -- and at one point she embarrassed herself by dragging his hand to her breast before she realized what she was doing. Elaine sat on the far side of her daughter and her rescuer and seemed similarly engaged; Hobart sat behind her and listened to his daughter pointing and saying, "See, Daddy? See?"
Yeah, Hobart could see, all right. Toby had contrived to get some footage of Tyrone and Otis -- nothing with a face in it, or even an obviously recognizable appendage. Why? Because both girls had gotten orgasms from Tyrone and Otis -- highly visible ones! The other fucks -- Frog and Marcel and Slick and Rudy -- didn't have any highly visible orgasms associated with them, so Toby had spliced in some key moments for both girls, making it look like Marcel and Rudy had turned them into sluts! Both of them were caught screaming and creaming over the black cocks of their attackers... Hobart sat through the whole thing and then turned to his daughter, accusing, "If it was such a terrible rape, how come you enjoyed it?"
"I-- We-- They..." Cindy's eyes got huge and she buried her face in Tyrone's neck and wailed!
"Hobart! You sonofabitch!" Elaine spun in her seat and slapped him! "How could you?"
"Well, it's right there!" Hobart rasped. "Our sweet, innocent daughter had at least two orgasms during this little party! I'm going to hunt these boys down like dogs and get them tried for rape with THIS for evidence? Can you IMAGINE the scandal?" He eyed Tyrone in exasperation -- from the looks of things, Cindy was totally into black cock, so he might as well not bother trying to separate her from this one...
Tyrone read him like a book; all he had to do now was be properly respectful and Hobart Simpson III would roll over and play Big Daddy... "I'm sure she didn't mean to, Sir..."
"Oh, shut up!" Hobart rasped. "I'm going to get a drink! Would anyone else like one?" Norman took Maureen's order and followed him to the bar in the next room.
"This is a disaster!" Hobart ranted. "The girls are ruined at school, and they're pasted all over that pair! THAT won't go away..."
"Does it matter, then?" Norman watched his host toss back a tumbler of single-malt Scotch and pour another.
"Not now, it doesn't! How do you chase these things on the Internet?" Hobart whined.
"The URL is Russian -- there's no stopping it and no getting at it," Norman sighed. "And Beverly was as bad or worse. All I can be grateful for is the fact that she apparently won't be too traumatized to have sex..."
"They LOOK like a pair of total sluts!" Hobart whined. "How do you fake that? I don't think you can!"
"That look on Beverly's face while that boy sodomized her... I think you're right -- either they were drugged, or just so into it..." Norman husked, thinking, 'Is it awful to want to see that look on her face with your own cock buried between her ass cheeks? Yeah, of course -- she's my daughter...' The image of Beverly humping back against that cock with that look in her eyes haunted him, though. "What do you have for wine?" he asked, changing the subject.
Meanwhile, in the media room, Cindy was blubbering, "I'm sorry, Momma! Most of the time it was scary and terrible and sometimes it hurt -- bad! But sometimes..."
"Shhhh, Baby... I'm glad you're not totally ruined. We'll get you to therapy, okay? I'd rather you liked it than for you to be totally traumatized and not like boys..." Elaine murmured, rubbing Cindy's shoulder.
"I like boys -- some boys..." Cindy burrowed herself tighter against Tyrone. "I like some boys a LOT!" She slid her hand under Tyrone's shirt and started kissing his neck.
Elaine watched, aghast. "Have you...?"
Tyrone looked her in the eye and whispered, "A gentleman doesn't tell."
Elaine needed no further proof! "Don't let Hobart see this!" she hissed.
"Behave yourself, Baby," Tyrone murmured, stroking Cindy's back. "We don't want your daddy to freak..." Cindy pouted, but she let up, then turned to regard her mother with untroubled eyes.
Maureen, having watched this byplay, turned to her daughter. Beverly leaned forward and whispered, "He's wonderful! You have no idea!" Maureen shifted her eyes to Otis' and Beverly giggled, "Don't let Daddy see you with that look on your face!" Then she leaned up and whispered unnecessarily in Otis' ear, "Momma wants you!"
"Babe..." Otis admonished. Beverly relaxed against him, watching her mother with bright eyes.
"Has everyone settled down some?" Hobart asked, passing Elaine a glass of white wine.
"Have you?" Elaine retorted.
"Yes." Hobart was testy. "I thank you boys for your efforts, even if they came apparently too late."
"Well," Tyrone replied. "Who knew how long it might have gone on? After all, they were recruiting more talent..."
"Ahem, yes..." Hobart eyed him. "Was this your first party of this type?"
"Hobart!" Elaine erupted.
"Yes it was, Sir," Tyrone replied, eyeing him steadily. "Based on my actions, I probably won't be invited back." Unaccountably, for most, Beverly giggled. Hobart frowned at her and abandoned the line of questioning.
"Given that... Tyrone... here got this from a school chum, I don't see how we can rescue your reputations, girls," Hobart said heavily. "We can't close down the server, for instance, so the details of this little party are going to become general knowledge."
"Yes, Daddy." Cindy sniffled a little.
"Trying to chase down the miscreants would probably cause a media circus and make things worse, don't you think?" Hobart asked the girls, "Especially given the, ahem, ambiguous nature of the activity and the unambiguous nature of your responses?" The adult women frowned at this, but Cindy and Beverly looked puzzled.
Tyrone explained it, "Your daddy is saying that it doesn't look much like rape and you looked like you enjoyed it. The guys who did it would probably get off, so it's kind of dumb to try to chase them down..."
"Oh." Cindy looked penitent. "You're probably right, Daddy. Bev?"
"I think so, too," Beverly agreed, nodding.
"Given the damage to your reputations that will result, I don't know where you'll find suitable..." Hobart began.
"Boyfriends?" Cindy blurted. "Daddy, are you BLIND?"
Hobart opened his mouth to reply, but Elaine glared at him and he shut it, then muttered, "No..." He took a breath, then added, "It might tend to confirm the impressions that the video will lead some people to..."
"So I give up Tyrone so I can look squeaky clean, knowing it isn't going to work, anyway?" Cindy snarled. "No thanks -- I think keeping Tyrone is a MUCH better solution!" She shook her head. "Jeez, Daddy, this isn't the sixties! We don't have separate water fountains, and if Tyrone sits in the back of the bus it isn't because he has to!"
"Fine!" Hobart threw up his hands, admitting defeat. "I withdraw my objection."
Cindy sighed. "Go away, Daddy. I want to do some things with my boyfriend that you would probably disapprove of even if he was white..."
"Like what?" Hobart clouded up.
"Not THAT!" Cindy pouted. "I'm a little sore..."
"You need a nice bubble bath, Princess," Tyrone murmured.
"Daddy won't want you to wash my back..." Cindy giggled, eyeing her father.
Hobart emptied his tumbler of whisky and told Elaine, "She's YOUR problem! I've had enough!" and stalked out.
"You really shouldn't beard your father like that," Elaine remonstrated insincerely.
"Mama, I'll do worse than that if he doesn't let up on Tyrone!" Cindy insisted. "Tyrone's mama was very nice to me -- and he's been a total asshole!"
Elaine looked troubled. "You boys should probably... Hey! What about the Jacuzzi?!"
"Perfect!" Cindy cooed.
"Kewl!" Beverly echoed.
"I didn't bring a suit..." Maureen murmured.
"Oh, Momma! We don't wear suits in ours!" Beverly retorted. "I NEVER wear a suit when I'm with Cindy, at my house OR here! What's the problem?" She whirled on her father, "Daddy..."
"We're talking both sexes here, Honey," Norman noted.
"You'll be there, right?" Beverly asked innocently.
Norman bit the inside of his cheek. "Well..." He eyed his wife, who wrinkled her nose and nodded. "Okay."
Moments later, they trooped by the bar, the girls leading the boys by the hand and the adults following. "Now what?" Hobart rasped.
"We're going for a soak in the Jacuzzi," Elaine related.
"All of you?"
"Don't you think that should be enough chaperonage?" Elaine queried snidely.
"Oh all right!" Hobart snapped. "I'm going..." 'I'm going to take this DVD I made of those black boys fucking my daughter somewhere and jerk off to it!' he thought, as he watched Elaine walk on, clearly uninterested in his plans. "I'll be at the carriage house -- I need to clear my head!"
Elaine turned and pursed her lips, eyeing him. "You do that, Hobart. This thing has you bouncing off the walls." 'If you think I don't know about that little mechanic/driver of yours, you're even dumber than I think you are!' she added mentally. 'Cindy has to stay away from black boys, but YOU don't...' She turned back and swept on out.
The males and females used separate changing rooms in the pool house, but everyone came out wearing just a towel. Beverly sidled up to Otis and rubbed his cock through the towel. "Better be cool, Babe," Otis murmured. "Things are going real good -- we don't want to fuck it up. Your daddy's a problem..."
"You weren't watching Daddy while he watched the video, my love," Beverly whispered back. "Daddy wants me. That scene where whoever it was did my ass? You should have seen his face!"
"That was hot, Babe!" Otis whispered back. "Your eyes got all smoky... Besides, you know who took all of your cherries, don't you?" Tyrone, standing next to him, flashed him a warning glance -- they needed to keep that under wraps for now. They could open it up later -- and the girls would actually be thrilled to death -- but they needed to remain ignorant for a while...
"No, who?" Beverly asked.
"Oh, I thought you did," Otis amended, "Sorry."
"Are we gonna have a problem with your mama?" Tyrone asked Cindy.
"Well, she wants you," Cindy whispered back. "EVERYBODY wants you, Sweetheart."
"Your daddy doesn't," Tyrone whispered back.
"He would if you liked boys. Daddy is a total hypocrite. After the video, I'll probably have to fend him off, too," Cindy whispered back.
"Your daddy likes boys?"
"Daddy's a perv from way back," Cindy replied. "He has this young black guy who works on his cars -- and Daddy works on his ass. He likes to have his stick shift licked, too. And, like I said, after the video, it's gonna be open season on me..."
"What about your mama?"
"She knows -- about the black guy, anyway, and probably a bunch of other things. She might not put two and two together over me, but..."
"Do I fuck her?"
"She won't replace me, will she?" Cindy caressed his cheek.
"Not likely, Baby. Not likely at all."
"I don't care if she gets happy, then."
Tyrone nodded to himself. This was a serious test of his control -- he'd backed Cindy and Beverly off quite a bit so they could act normal and worked to replace mere obedience with affection. Theoretically, properly alienated, they could slip the leash, even given the underlying imperatives -- but given what he was seeing in Cindy's family, it wasn't likely. In fact, watching her mother and father go at it provided him with some insights...
Norman had gone ahead -- he had a modesty problem. Actually, he had a hardon. No one but Norman really cared. Elaine and Maureen had stopped to talk -- but Tyrone didn't need to be a fly on the wall to know what about. They came out of their side of the pool house looking carnivorous. Tyrone wondered how they expected to get past Norman... The foursome stopped leaning against each other and the pool house wall and moved forward to intercept the older women at the pool.
The Jacuzzi was circular and fairly roomy. Norman had settled opposite the steps. Beverly dropped her towel and made sure her father saw EVERYTHING as she came down the steps and moved to settle on his left. Otis followed, revealing his erection and taking Beverly's left. Maureen went next and was headed for Norman's right when Beverly flicked her eyes and nodded left, at which point she veered and settled next to Otis. Cindy came next, and settled on Norman's right, followed by Tyrone, who settled to Cindy's right -- and Elaine brought up the rear, settling to Tyrone's right. They probably could have fit five more people -- especially if someone sat on the steps -- so Elaine and Maureen sat facing one another. Maureen grinned.
"This is so nice!" Cindy sighed. "Thank you, Mama, for thinking of it!"
"You're welcome, Dear," Elaine replied. "I figured we could all use some relaxation."
"Are you sore, Baby? Can I rub you somewhere?" Tyrone asked.
"It's inside mostly," Cindy murmured back. "I'm gonna sit on a jet and see if it gets in there... But you can rub me ANYWHERE, Sweetheart!" She shifted a bit, looking for that jet, and settled lower in the tub, having found one.
"How long have you two known one another?" Elaine asked.
"Two, three years," Tyrone replied. "We run in different circles -- or we did. Now maybe we'll make our own." He cradled one of Cindy's breasts under the water. Norman couldn't miss it, but he didn't do anything; one of Cindy's legs was draped over his.
"How long...?" Elaine pressed.
Tyrone frowned. "That sort of happened as a result of the party. We were trying to get them to relax -- help them over the humps. We did bubble bath, gentle massage... Somehow, things got away from us... She seemed to need it -- validation or something."
"Is that working?" Beverly asked Cindy.
"Oh, yeah..." Cindy 's voice said it all; it was almost a moan. Beverly slid off the bench and went hunting, deliberately trapping Norman's OTHER leg. The jet that mirrored the one pulsing water into Cindy's open vagina had a twin on Beverly's side...
"You two seem to have... clicked..." Elaine noted.
"He's wonderful!" Cindy gushed. "Kind, considerate, talented -- I had no idea! I can't get enough!" She began to shake as the water brought her to orgasm. "Hold me!" she wailed, her eyed huge as they bored into his. Then she began to gasp and undulate... Tyrone scooted just a bit to be able to brace her and sat there, cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples. "Kiss me!" she gasped. "God, I want you, but I hurt..." Tyrone, unable to reach her lips, slid a finger between them and she sucked it noisily, her cheeks hollowing.
Norman thought he was going to ejaculate! Watching Cindy masturbate herself with the water jets was so hot he could barely stand it! He shifted his attention to his left and Beverly was there, pressing one of Otis' big hands to her left breast while he mirrored Tyrone's position shift. Beverly's nostrils were distended in a closed-mouth pant and her eyes had that smoky look from the video and they were on her father's! Norman was mesmerized -- and totally unprepared for Beverly's hand on his stone-hard erection under the bubbling water! "Oh! So nice!" Beverly gasped -- and Norman, his eyes huge, stifled a groan as his cock cut loose, pulsing a flood of white goo over his belly! He hunkered down a bit to keep the ejaculation from blasting above the surface and held his breath, his eyes huge, as his daughter gently pumped his cock with her right hand, encouraging the flood!
When it stopped, Norman couldn't contain his embarrassment, so he leaped up, muttering, "This just isn't right -- the water temp or something..." He crawled straight out of the tub, snagged a towel and all but ran for the changing room!
"I wonder what got into him!" Maureen mused.
"Lover..." Beverly gazed up at Otis and he got it. The water was good, but unlike Cindy, Beverly couldn't get off on JUST the water. Otis reached down and started rubbing her clitoris with three fingers, more or less masked from Maureen by her position.
Tyrone WASN'T masked, and Cindy was clearly undulating in orgasm! The way she was sucking his finger and swaying was HOT and Tyrone's cock sticking up out of the water next to her head like a periscope was even hotter! Tyrone looked at Maureen and his eyes seemed to whirl and glow and Beverly said, "Come on, Mama -- Daddy's gone..." Maureen, almost in a trance, got up and took her husband's place.
That put her in reach of Tyrone AND Otis. Tyrone slid a foot over Maureen's instep and nodded at Otis, and Otis became more obvious in his efforts to get Beverly off, right under her mother's nose. "Come on," Beverly gasped, "You can play. I'm a little sore and Otis needs some..." Otis took Maureen's left hand and settled it on his cock and Maureen gazed wide-eyed at it and her daughter's lust-distorted face as Otis' fingers finished the job that the water had started, and Beverly wailed, "Oh, God, Lover, I'm CUMMING!!!"
"Sweetheart, let Mama help you..." Cindy husked. "I'll just watch..." Tyrone reached to his right and drew his hand along the inside of Elaine's thigh and she hissed in surprise -- but went nowhere. Cindy rolled over and beckoned. "Come on, Mama -- you know you want it. I'll share. It's mine, though..." Tyrone backed a bit, making sure Otis still had his contact, and pulled Elaine against him. Cindy, kneeling in the water before him, jacked his cock and looked up at her mother with glowing eyes. "Isn't it the most beautiful thing?"
Maureen looked to her right just as Cindy rolled her lips over Tyrone's erection. She looked left and there was Otis', bobbing above the bubbling surface of the water. Beverly watched her, smiling, while Otis settled a big hand gently on Maureen's neck. He didn't apply any pressure -- he didn't have to! Maureen went willingly...
Cindy popped off Tyrone's erection and directed her mother, "Now you try! Aunt Maureen didn't wait..." Elaine leaned up and watched Maureen suck Otis in.
If there had been any resistance in her, watching that caused it to evaporate. Elaine slid off the seat, knelt up next to her daughter and sucked in her boyfriend's big, black cock. Tyrone grinned at Otis and winked -- it was all over... After a short warm-up, Otis stood Maureen up, leaning her over the edge of the Jacuzzi, and pressed his cock home in her, and Tyrone put Elaine next to her and did the same and their keening cries of pleasure split the air, masked only somewhat by the bubbling of the Jacuzzi. By the time they dumped their seed in the older women's quivering cunts, they could do no wrong...
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