Chapter 53

Amy grimaced. "Okay, first, you don't have to join -- it isn't required. The new clubhouse is set up to accommodate non-members on the first floor. You may want to, though, just to be able to hang with the other girls properly. I mean, they won't want to, but they'll end up excluding you from club business -- and it'll be a snub, you know?"

Tina nodded. "Yeah, I can see that."

"Second, well, there is a kind of tradition that if you're a club girl and the club needs you for something, you deal with it -- and your boyfriend does, too. Alonzo hasn't been hooked up with anyone, which means for him to get anything, someone else may have had to provide. In a lot of cases, it may have been before a girl was hooked up -- but I can pretty much guarantee that he's done a girl, sometime, who actually had a boyfriend but was released to have sex with him. There are a couple of older members who feel that you haven't paid your dues unless you at least give head to somebody you AREN'T hooked up with, because thus far, just about everybody has had to share the wealth at some point -- and a couple of girls have seen a LOT of outside action. The club asks -- but it is incumbent upon your boyfriend to say yes -- and not to hold you responsible for the results. Actually, it's a learning experience, you know? Sex can be just sex -- girls forget that regularly unless they've had their noses rubbed in it, and guys get jealous, sometimes, too. If your boyfriend can't keep his head on straight, maybe you need a different boyfriend. Alonzo, well, he's been to the well a bunch of times, so that could come back to you."

"So I might need to have sex with someone else..." Tina mused.

"Yeah, well, hey, no one would be rude enough to take your virginity if you were planning to give it to Alonzo -- and maybe it would only be a blowjob, anyway. They're, well, no big deal..." Amy shrugged.

"I have to think about this."

"And that's not a problem," Amy placated. "Stay on the first floor, that's all. If you go up to the second, we're going to assume you're a volunteer. That might mean nothing -- especially tonight, when we're not having a big bash at the club -- but we're going to want you to BE a member, not just fake it. Nobody is gonna want to be open and frank with you about what they've done at the club if you're just pretending." Amy sighed. "I probably shouldn't have bothered with this pitch, but I didn't want you to discard Alonzo for something that actually made him a better catch."

"No, I appreciate it," Tina replied. "It's just a little scary, that's all."

"It is, from the outside. The girls who got the most out of it went in with the attitude that you can't win if you don't play -- but you've already won, so why bother?" Amy turned for the door. "Let's go back. You didn't NEED to pee, did you?"

Actually, Tina did, so Amy waited. "Has anyone talked to Carmela?" she asked as they left the ladies' room.

"No. I think Carmela is all in, anyway. Catching Chuck is big with her, and she doesn't have the kind of options you have."

"Options?"

"You can blow Alonzo off and look for something else. Carmela is pretty sure she hit the lottery -- and you don't do that twice..." They were at the table; Amy drifted away toward her seat, leaving Tina thinking, 'Little does SHE know...'

<I blew it, I think. It's all too much for a girl who already has a guy and has the looks to be able to catch another if he doesn't work out. Tina is cautious -- maybe too cautious,> Amy related mentally.

<And maybe not. Your opinion of Tina isn't hers, Sweetheart,> Toby replied. <She's scared, and what you gave her isn't too appetizing -- but you DID fix the initial problem -- she's not holding the club against Alonzo. The other thing is that at heart, Tina is a party girl -- there is a certain attraction to the whole thing, once she gets past her fear -- and she will.>

Carmela's response to the antics of the two couples was to run barefoot to the ladies' room and doff her bra and panties. The results were eye-catching; the bust of her dress was not even close to being adequate control for her big breasts. Chuck watched the bounce and jiggle as she began her return, turning around in his booth seat, but Bonita collared her, so she stopped momentarily. Alonzo, sitting at the table nearby and momentarily without a date, said, "I'm surprised that you settled on Carmela -- I thought you were after Isobel."

Chuck turned to him and gave him a look. "When I started, I could have gone either way -- but there was nothing there with Isobel. Carmela was different. There is nothing wrong with Carmela -- nothing at all. Okay, she's big. There are a couple of big parts of her I enjoy looking at..."

What Chuck DIDN'T see was the fact that Carmela didn't stop for more than a second or so with Bonita. She was well within audio range when Chuck declared, "There is nothing wrong with Carmela..."

So warm breath in his ear and a murmured, "Maybe you can tell me what those big parts are so I can be sure to show them to you..." caused Chuck to jump a foot! He spun and went nose to cleavage with her and ended up croaking, "Well, there's them..."

Carmela peeled the top of her dress down off her breasts. "Get a good look, then. Maybe you should keep them up for me? I seem to have lost my bra..."

"Um, yeah..." They were heavy, with big, brown nipples centered on crinkled areolas and they hung before him, begging for his touch. "Sit down, Honey, and lean back against me and I'll hold them up..." Carmela turned and settled against him and Chuck collected a big double-handful of breast flesh. 'So soft...'

"You say sweet things..." Carmela bent her head back to murmur in his ear.

"I meant it," Chuck declared.

"I know you did -- that's what made it so perfect," she whispered. "I would do what they did..."

"Some other time," Chuck croaked. "I don't want to share you the first time."

"So sweet..." Carmela murmured, "Like candy." She rubbed the hands cradling her breasts. "Just like candy." Chuck's fingers had gravitated to her nipples and were causing hot flashes to shoot here and there, making her pussy damp. In order to keep from causing a wet spot on her skirt, she raised herself a bit and pulled it up, crumpling it between her ass and his crotch. In the process, she scooted herself back against him and recaptured his hands and replaced them on her breasts. This left Chuck sitting half-sideways in the booth with Carmela backed against him, facing the same way.

"What was that all about?" Chuck asked quietly.

"I-- it's embarrassing..." Carmela whispered back.

"Oh. Okay..." but Chuck remained curious -- Carmela could hear it in his voice.

"Your hands on me... I got a little wet, you know? And I took off my panties when I took off my bra..." Some of the girls were in nylons, but Carmela was bare-legged.

"Oh!" Chuck chuckled. "That's good, I think. Can I feel?"

"No, you have to be my bra," Carmela giggled as she settled back against him. "I want our food to come, so we can go..."

"How will I eat?" Chuck asked.

"I may have to feed you..."

"Like this?"

"Oh, very well..." Carmela sighed melodramatically. "Let go of them and I'll put them away..."

"Well..." Chuck was of two minds on the subject. Reluctantly, he let go -- only because her wanted to put his hands under Carmela's skirt! She was still busy tucking and filling when his hands dove under the skirt and found her pubic fur. Carmela squealed. Chuck chuckled, "Well I'll be damned!"

Instinct overrode Carmela's intention to be salacious. She tried to pluck at Chuck's hands through her skirt. "Chuck!"

"Come on, you did this for a reason..." Chuck chided her.

"Yes, well..." Carmela slowly relaxed.

"Now spread your legs and show me how wet you are..."

"You are evil! I cannot!"

"Come on..." Chuck knew better than to pry at Carmela's thick thighs -- sweet reason would have to do. "A little while ago you were all set to do a lot more than that!"

"Well, yes, but..." Carmela whined petulantly.

"Come on, Baby -- you KNOW you want to show me!" Chuck leaned in and sucked her neck.

Chills went EVERYWHERE! "Ooohhh!!" Carmela moaned.

"Show me..." Chuck murmured, his lips never quite leaving her neck. Slowly, her left knee drifted up on to the seat, opening her up... Chuck's hand drifted down into the humid depths between her thighs. She was indeed wet -- and swollen -- and her outer lips were open, granting access to her pink channel and her clitoris. Chuck took advantage of this, dragging two fingers over the swollen hood of that cluster of nerves...

"Nngh!" Carmela gasped, jerking at the contact with her most sensitive flesh. "Chuck..." She couldn't breathe -- her lungs were constricted! She grabbed at his wrist, but the fabric of her skirt was slippery and he was rubbing and it was... intense... His fingers seemed to know all about her -- one slid deep into her while his thumb rotated atop her clitoris. "Please... I will embarrass myself... Oh, Chuck..." She began to shake...

"It's too late now, I think..." Chuck murmured in her ear. "I'm gonna cover your mouth, so you don't scream... He did so with his left hand and re-applied his lips to Carmela's neck -- and she began to thrash in the seat, grabbing his arm and holding on for dear life as an orgasm shattered her from out of nowhere! She surged and jerked and thrashed -- but pressed herself back against him the whole time. After ten or fifteen seconds, she sagged and reached up to remove his hand from her mouth. "No more," she begged brokenly. Chuck relented and withdrew his now soaking wet hand.

"Give me a napkin, please?" he whispered. His hand was literally dripping with the gush of her fluids he'd generated.

Carmela, deeply embarrassed, counted the sets of eyes that had witnessed her explosion of rapture. There were dozens, it seemed... She spun and buried her face in Chuck's neck. "I'm so embarrassed..." she whispered.

"It was good, though, wasn't it?" Chuck whispered back.

"Yes, but..."

"Hey, you weren't fucking..." Chuck noted. Carmela swatted him on the shoulder without unburying her face. "I'm pleased to death," Chuck murmured. "You're hot -- and you're mine..."

"That's nice -- but it was awful..."

"It wasn't, either -- you loved it!" Chuck insisted, "And it's STILL a half a lap behind bouncing up and down on my dick like a pogo stick in a public restaurant..."

"Well, maybe..." Carmela murmured, petulantly. "I'm hot?"

"Smoking."

"Not really."

"Oh, yes -- really!" Chuck insisted, "Smoking hot!"

"You're so sweet..." Carmela hugged herself to him and wouldn't allow herself to be peeled away until their food arrived.

Tyrone and Otis didn't take Cindy and Beverly to the diner -- they weren't invited and Tyrone didn't want them within a mile of Marcel and Slick pimping Patty and Simone. Instead, they took the girls home -- the girls' homes, not theirs. Hobart Simpson was out of town and Elaine had no reason to be prudish about Tyrone and Cindy sleeping together, and the only person who thought it was a secret that Norman Ellis wanted to watch his daughter Beverly take a cock was Norman himself! Maureen knew -- and suspected that Norman might like to watch her dance on Otis' pole, too. Beverly and Otis were certain, so when Otis took Beverly home, she invited him inside and into the family room where Norman and Maureen were watching TV and waiting for the pair. Then she went upstairs to get out of her fancy dress -- and her underclothes -- and got into a short nightie and a light robe and went back downstairs.

Norman felt that it was incumbent upon him to make parental noises -- especially since Maureen seemed content to sit in her chair and look amused. "Beverly, Sweetheart..."

"Oh, Daddy! Otis is my boyfriend! He's seen me naked, for God's sake! Actually, he's done more than just look -- and you know it, so it's kind of silly to pretend! Besides, Mom isn't wearing anything I'm not..." Beverly quashed her father's effort.

"Yes, well..." Norman couldn't think of a way to move past that particular objection -- and a glance at his wife told him that she wasn't hopping up to throw on more clothing.

"Let it go, Dear," Maureen smiled tolerantly. They were side-by-side in a double recliner; Maureen reached across and patted his hand and Norman subsided.

Beverly and Otis then proceeded to make out as if Beverly's parents were nowhere in sight! After a few minutes of more and more torrid kissing, Otis moved on to fondling Beverly's breasts, first through her nightclothes, then under them. Beverly undid the robe and granted Otis all the access he could want while blatantly rubbing his cock through his pants.

TV was forgotten. Maureen and Norman couldn't keep their eyes off the lovemaking session before them. When Maureen's hand drifted surreptitiously to her crotch, Norman felt himself released to do the same and slid his hand into his pajamas to touch his aching cock. Before them the young couple, apparently oblivious, became more and more blatant...

Otis hovered over Beverly, who having rucked up the nightgown to the point that it was a wad under her arms and she was on full display in the open robe, slouched on the loveseat, her legs spread to allow Otis to rub her pussy and finger it while they kissed. She was blatantly rubbing his still-trapped erection with one hand while holding his face against hers with the other. Then she reached out to undo Otis' belt and open his pants -- and Otis' cock, already having found the opening in his boxers, leaped free and into the light...

Maureen moaned. Otis and Norman both looked -- the sound was naked need. Maureen had both hands in her crotch, her legs spread wide to grant her access -- and display. She smiled at Otis and a blind person couldn't miss the invitation in it -- and Norman wasn't blind!

What Norman DID feel was helplessness. He slid his hand up and down his erection, knowing that it wasn't the one Maureen wanted -- that wasn't his job, here. No, apparently he was just a witness...

Beverly leaned up and sucked in Otis' cock. The contrast between Otis' chocolate-brown shaft with the dusky rose glans at the tip and Beverly's creamy complexion was exquisite. Norman avidly watched Beverly's cheeks hollow as she applied suction and began moving her head, pulling the fleshy fudgsicle in and out while she shrugged out of her robe.

Maureen sat up and thrashed her way out of her robe, then raised her ass so that she could haul the hem of her already wadded flannel nightgown up to her hips and sat up again to throw it over her head. Without looking, she muttered, "Norman..."

"Go ahead." It was a croak. Norman relaxed as he released Maureen to do what he knew she was going to do, anyway, at some point. Maureen raised her recliner and got out of it, going over to help Otis out of his shirt, then squatting behind him to remove his shoes. While Maureen worked on Otis' trousers, Beverly threw her nightgown over her head and spread herself on her back on the loveseat -- and as soon as he was free, Otis knelt up and took possession of her, racking her knees back and sliding his cock into her depths.

Norman brought the seat of his recliner upright and stood to fight his way out of his pajamas, but felt restrained from approaching the rutting couple -- and his wife, who was standing over them and cooing while rubbing Otis' back with one hand and masturbating with the other. Norman wanted to be horrified -- that was his daughter! -- but instead, he was fascinated. He really, REALLY wanted a closer look...

Maureen handled it. "Otis, Honey, Norman wants to see..."

"Long as he don't get in the way..." Otis panted, intent on getting his first nut of the evening. There were gonna be two, anyway, from the looks of things...

Maureen beckoned Norman forward, guiding him around to a point where he could see the action from basically between the legs of the fucking couple. Norman settled on his haunches, bracing himself on the loveseat arm and watched Otis' dark chocolate pole pierce Beverly's pussy again and again. Beverly was literally creaming, her lubricant a white foam around their joining, her toes pointed while she whined and moaned urgently and occasionally gasped "Yes!" or "Fuck!"

"Isn't that something?" Maureen asked, apparently thrilled to death that her only daughter was being drilled hard by a black boy before her eyes. For the record, Maureen was thoroughly indoctrinated -- and WAS thrilled! From Maureen's viewpoint, Norman would deal with it, one way or another -- and this way was better than most... Rubbing Otis' back, she reached down to fondle his balls. Otis looked to see who was doing it, then thought better of it and stopped worrying -- if Norman wanted to play with his nuts, that seemed fair. If he was queer enough to want to suck Otis' dick, Otis might put up with it -- but nobody was playing with Otis' ass... The subject explored and put to rest, Otis returned his full attention to fucking Beverly -- who never noticed the momentary lapse, as she was convulsing in orgasm.

Norman could SEE it! He could see his daughter's inner labia fluttering and her belly contracting as she clamped down on Otis, wailing, "BREED ME! GIVE ME BABIES!" Norman and Maureen eyed one another, thunderstruck, but Otis merely chuckled and kept pumping while Beverly clutched him and moaned.

The fuck only lasted a couple of minutes more -- it was Otis' first nut of the night and he was primed. Norman watched Otis' big balls draw up and the underside of his cock pulse as he poured a load into Beverly -- one that foamed out around their juncture, replacing the foam of her lubricant with a fresher flood. After a moment, Otis began backing out -- and Norman got out of the way, but Maureen knelt and collected Otis' messy cock and actually waited for Norman to realize what was up and get a good angle before sucking it in.

'I knew this was coming,' Norman mused to himself. 'Why aren't I stopping it?' he wondered as his wife's cheeks hollowed with her suction. But he knew the answer -- there was no stopping it. It had always been out there between himself and his wife, and it had caused them to hypocritically project a little racial prejudice at Beverly -- Maureen had the fantasy, and Norman liked to watch -- and in Norman's case, maybe there was even a little more to it than that... They'd never followed through, out of fear, but Norman knew on Saturday when things got wild in the Jacuzzi that it was coming -- even though he was unaware that Maureen had already sampled Otis. So he watched his wife suck Otis, working his cock assiduously, jacking and sucking and licking, while slowly stroking himself. Glancing away, he discovered his daughter doing the same, with glowing eyes, apparently not jealous of her mother's intrusion.

Otis' cock, which had gone lank momentarily in the aftermath of his orgasm, firmed visibly in Maureen's mouth. Otis had no compunction about palming the back of Maureen's head and driving her onto his spike, periodically -- and Norman watched in wonder as the young black male did things he'd only perhaps thought of doing occasionally to his wife of twenty years. After a couple of minutes, Otis released Maureen's head and rumbled, "Put your knees on the cushions and bend over the back," nodding at the loveseat, which Beverly had never left. Beverly scooted deeper and Maureen settled her knees on the seat cushions as directed, leaning up over her daughter's torso to drape her elbows on the seat back. Otis circled behind Maureen and began rubbing his glans between her puffy nether lips, but he didn't plunge into her; instead, he stood looking at Norman.

It took a couple of seconds, but Norman got it -- Otis was waiting for him to take whatever position he planned to watch Otis fuck his wife from. He almost waved Otis forward -- he had a profile shot, after all -- but no, he wanted to see it disappear inside his wife's body, so he hurried around to squat behind Otis. "Okay," he announced, when he could look up from slightly below and watch Otis rub his leaking glans around Maureen's pulsing hole. Otis punched forward, and the deed was done -- Maureen was fucking a black man, and Norman was watching...

Otis set up a serious pace, his hands on Maureen's hips, bashing into her and making her ass ripple with the shocks. A hand reached up and gently shifted Otis' swinging balls to the side so Norman could see him pound her unimpeded, and Norman realized belatedly that it was his. Otis looked down at him over his shoulder and said, "Diddle her if you want. Keep your dick away from my ass..." Norman nodded, realizing that Otis had opened several doors -- some of which Norman had planned to pretend had lock on his side... Having been more or less invited, he knuckled Maureen's clitoris while fondling Otis' balls. Beverly looked on with glowing eyes when he glanced over to check on her.

Having just come off shooting a big load into Beverly, Otis was in for the long haul in Maureen. Maureen came in seconds, but it would be only the first of several. Norman's fingers on her clit and Beverly's on a nipple added to Otis' pounding attack kept her in a constant state of delirious pleasure.

Otis continued to pound away, enjoying Maureen's hot twat and the realization that he was cuckolding Norman, apparently without any conflict or resistance. Beverly braced herself up on a couple of pillows so she could fondle her mother's right nipple with one hand while rubbing Otis' right thigh and ass with the other. Getting a similar rub on his left thigh, Otis looked down to see that it was Norman and thought, 'Well, he's playing with my nuts...'

REALLY unexpected, however, was Norman's shift from fingers on Otis' balls to a hot mouth! That didn't work that well, since Otis was moving several inches a stroke, but Norman managed to tongue them...

Norman was embarrassed, but he was too into the whole thing to stop! Somewhere in his head, a switch got thrown and Otis was in charge -- and Norman would bow down, and he would go to some lengths to prove that he understood his new position! It was strange -- the more he humiliated himself, the hotter he got! He looked up at Otis -- who was eyeing him in shock -- and grinned sheepishly, but continued to lick Otis' hairy scrotum. Norman's cock was like steel, and threatened to go off by itself without being touched!

Maureen had no idea, of course -- she wasn't oriented properly to see anything and was very much in her own little world, in any case. But Beverly saw it all and was as amazed as her boyfriend!

Otis' control over things waned at that point and his balls charged -- and discharged. Otis buried himself to the hilt in Maureen and she howled as his balls danced on Norman's tongue, emptying themselves into Maureen's pulsing pussy. Maureen, near exhaustion, keened as her belly rippled, supporting the milking action of her pussy as Otis poured his seed into her. She relaxed, panting, and settled a bit, and Otis slowly withdrew; she drifted a moment before becoming aware of wet, sucking sounds...

Norman! Maureen's eyes had tracked right to Beverly, but she was still on the couch under her. Beverly's wide eyes gave Maureen a target, though, and she whipped her head around to look -- and beheld her husband doing what she had done when Otis pulled out of Beverly! Norman was sucking Otis' cock! He was fisting himself wildly at the same time -- and Maureen had only a moment to take it all in before Norman's cock erupted, spraying semen all over his chest and under his chin, some of it falling to dribble onto Otis' feet!

Otis was clearly as surprised as anyone -- it was obvious from the look on his face that he hadn't ASKED Norman to blow him! But Norman was sucking, cleaning Otis' and Maureen's juices from Otis' still semi-rigid cock... "Norman?" Maureen murmured querulously.

Norman withdrew and looked sheepish. "I... got carried away, I guess..."

"I guess!" Otis said it for all of them before either Maureen or Beverly could get it out. "Well, let's not get all bent out of shape about it. You wanna wipe off my foot?"

"Yeah, sure..." Norman picked up his spilled spooge on a finger, held it there for a second, sighed, and sucked it off. Nobody said anything.

"Let's go somewhere and clean up," Otis ventured.

"There's a big shower off the master suite," Norman noted. Otis waved, and helped the women get up from their various positions on the couch, then followed Norman to the Ellis' master bedroom.

The shower WAS big -- a tile item with a large glass door and side sprays -- but it was still comfortable for two and crowded for three. Norman came down off his high -- or up off his low, depending upon how you looked at it -- while they were rotating through. Otis was on the bed with Maureen on one side and Beverly on the other when Norman sheepishly entered their presence and muttered, "I don't know what got into me."

"Well..." Otis was philosophical about it. "I'm not gay, so I'm not taking any cocks up my ass. We could talk about rim jobs, if you're interested in giving one. If you decide you want to take a dick, we'll talk about it -- no promises one way or the other at this point. I'm thinking that the top of the pecking order has sorted itself out -- but there could be confusion over who's next, so I'm gonna lay it out..." He took in everyone's eyes. "Norman is. What he did in there might put him on the bottom in some places, but not here. Norman still pays the fucking bills and you still wear his ring," he pointed at Maureen, "and he's still your daddy," he added, pointing at Beverly. "And he's been doing that shit for a long time and he's gonna CONTINUE to do it, so you two are gonna treat him with respect!" He spun and pointed at Maureen. "You spread for me -- but that doesn't mean you DON'T spread for Norman -- and if I hear you're farting around, we'll take turns beating your ass! Get me? He's STILL your old man!"

"Yes, Otis." Maureen nodded.

"Okay," Otis went on, after a moment's thought. "For parental shit, you stand next on the totem pole, Maureen -- but Beverly is Head Bitch or whatever you want to call it. SHE's Numero Uno in the bedroom, and YOU get seconds, if I feel like it. Besides, if your pussy itches, there's always your old man, right?"

"Yes, Otis!"

"Good. Forgive me for the rough talk -- I felt like it needed, I dunno, emphasis." He swung his gaze to Beverly, adding, "Now..." After a pause, he continued, "Fucking and sucking your daddy probably isn't a good idea, but he probably ought to get SOMETHING out of this deal, since I'm getting a chunk of his old lady..."

"Um, if I could make a suggestion?" Beverly asked.

"Yeah, go ahead..."

"Daddy, you seemed to get off on it when you saw me get fucked in the butt..."

"Yeah, he did," Maureen piped up.

"That works," Otis nodded judiciously. "No pussy and no mouth, but if you want to poke Bev's ass, that's cool..."

"I shouldn't," Norman croaked.

"Don't be all noble, Daddy," Beverly replied, smiling devilishly. "I saw you. I promised myself that if Otis said it was okay, you could have some..." She rolled up and wiggled her ass at him, grinning salaciously.

"She's right, Norman -- don't be noble. It's the least we can do," Maureen agreed.

"Might be some other stuff in the pipe -- we'll see," Otis added, thinking, 'I need to talk to Tyrone -- BAD!' Otis' daddy, in particular, had no damned sense, so Otis wasn't sharing -- but Tyrone's mama, Velma, could use the occasional dick... "Are you still horny? Got anything to lube with? Bev, you might as well stay like that and give your daddy a little present..."

Norman couldn't pass it up, and after some scrabbling around to secure some lubricant he knelt up behind his daughter and prepared her rectum with shaking hands, applying first one, and then two lubricated fingers before carefully easing his cock into her. Watching her anus swallow him was wildly exciting and Norman thought he was going to lose control, but it was enough of a fight to be distracting, so he managed to get in, get settled, and set up a rhythm.

Once things smoothed out, Beverly's eyes got that glow again; she turned her head to look at her father over her shoulder and husked, "Spank me, Daddy! I'm a bad girl!" Otis was ready to write it off as a side-effect of Beverly's conditioning, but Maureen's eyes developed the same glow as she watched. Maureen made to capture Otis' cock in her hands, but he waved her off -- she wasn't getting in line in front of Beverly, and she needed to understand that. So Maureen moved up behind her husband and daughter and fondled Norman's balls while reaching under to rub Beverly's clit. Beverly literally howled and turned those eyes on Otis, who got the hint and circled around to give her a cock to suck.

It was too intense to last long. Maureen had Beverly on the ropes, adding the masturbation to the feel of her father's cock pounding her. Beverly rose rapidly to orgasm -- and took her father with her! That left everyone physically and emotionally drained, so Maureen went off and got something to wipe up the mess with and everyone else settled themselves gingerly in the king-size bed. When Maureen came back, the only adjustment was for Maureen to crawl in between Otis and Norman... Beverly had Otis' other side.