They had all made it, and in a wildly satisfying frenzy, each of them climaxing in the meshed, blended loveliness of group sharing. Jerry panted atop the woman, his head buzzing so that he only dimly heard the rattle of a key in the front door.
But the sound penetrated his consciousness, and made him jerk suddenly out of Debbie's flexing sheath. Moving swiftly, he pushed Lester back, and the man's cock popped from Angela's ass. He managed to maneuver the women into position, so that they were lying side by side, their knees up and bent, their thighs spread — Debbie on the left, little Mary in the middle, and Angela on the other side. Their cunts glistened black and red and gold, all of them shining with dewy juices, all of them gloriously appealing.
With Lester in the background, Jerry staggered to his feet and hurried to the door. As it began to swing open, he gripped his still erect prick and held it out in kind of a salute.
Mack Winston came into the living room, hesitating for a moment as his eyes focused to the brighter light. Big and wide he loomed in the doorway until Jerry pushed the door shut with a click and cut off the outside world.
He saw his father's eyes widen, saw them move from one exposed and spectacular pussy to the other, touching each of them in turn, then flashing back across the delectable lineup of cunts as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.
«Welcome home, dad,» Jerry said then.
«Yeah,» Mack said, deep in his throat. «Yeah, and that's the damnedest homecoming present I ever saw.»
Dropping his suitcase, Jerry's dad hurried as he peeled out of his clothes, kicking aside shoes and slacks and hurling off his shirt.
Jerry grinned. He and his father had done okay by each other.
