him head more times than he could remember. What were her favorite tricks? Had she ever tried to drive her tongue into the end of his prick like this woman was doing to him? He didn't remember that at all. He thought this was Denise. And he immediately changed his mind back again when the woman used one of Gloria's favorite techniques. She slowly sucked his prick into her mouth and clamped down just hard enough with her teeth so that the sides of his telephone-pole-thick cock dragged against the hard surfaces. The sting was immediately soothed by the soft lips and swirling tongue. Only Gloria could come up with a trick like that. Don was feeling smug and began to wonder if he should reveal the fact that he knew it was his own wife fellating him when he felt a powerful suction that drew him forward to the edge of his seat.
The woman was sucking so hard that he was being drawn on to the point where the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth.
And then he was falling down her throat. When his cock stopped the downward plunge, he knew the cleft head of his dong was just behind her Adam's apple. Every time she swallowed gave his cockhead a gentle massaging. Gloria had never been able to do this! It had to be Denise under that blanket. The knowledge made his cock jerk and pulse wildly. The woman obviously wasn't able to keep his cock down forever. He slowly pulled back and gusted a sigh of relief as he felt his cock slip from her throat and come back into the vault of her mouth. The rough cradle of her tongue stroked repeatedly across the most sensitive portions of his prick until he felt the urge to fountain out his come. He knew his prick was growing in size preparatory to blasting out its creamy load. Just as he was at the point of throwing in the towel and coming in the woman's sucking, sweetly torturing mouth, she shifted her emphasis and began to squeeze gently in just the right spot on his prick to cut off any ejaculation.
And only Gloria knew that trick and the exact spot on his prick to apply the pressure. Was it Gloria sucking on his prick or his son's girlfriend? Gloria knew all the things that made him get hot fast, but had never taken a cock all the way down her throat just like Linda Lovelace before. So who was it still avidly applying all the erotic skills imaginable to his cock? Don had to admit he didn't know. “Ummm, God, this is something special, isn't it, Dad?” called out Fred. His voice quavered a little bit showing the strain he was under. The way the amorphous lump under the blanket on his lap moved, Don knew the woman was face-fucking herself with all-out speed.
He wondered how long it would be before one or the other of them finally came. Then an idea hit him. If Fred was going to conspire to do something like this to him, the least he could do was return the favor. He motioned to the vendor carry the tray filled with paper cups of beer. When the man came over, Don managed to say in a level voice, “Two beers.” The vendor looked at him strangely, then glanced down at the dual lump moving like a camel on the desert. The blanket was beginning to take on a life of its own. Don pointedly ignored that and tried to figure out how much change he should get from the five he gave the vendor. Finally, he gave up and told him, “Keep the change.” “Out of a five? Thanks, mister. And, uh, have fun and, er, don't lose your head. You know?” Flustered, the vendor turned and went down several steps to another thirsty customer. Don handed one cup of beer to his son and said, “Down the hatch, my lad.
And don't you dare spill a drop!” Fred took the beer, his hands shaking slightly. He didn't want it yet he knew better than to refuse it. This was his father's way of getting even. If he could chugalug the beer, that would be his best bet. If… The way the woman was working on his cock, he didn't know if he could get even half of it swallowed before he came. And if he was trying to swallow beer when he finally got his rocks off, that could be a scene that would attract the attention of everyone nearby. He smiled weakly and hoisted the cup to his lips to begin drinking. Slowly at first, then with great confidence, he began drinking. And he didn't even get halfway through when he felt his balls give one final lurch and send his jizz rocketing out the tip of his prick. A wet, sucking mouth was there to greedily gobble up every single drop of his come. But he was sputtering and spraying beer all over the people in the row in front of him. He couldn't talk, not while his prick was fountaining out geyser after geyser of sperm and semen. And he wanted to scream out his lusts at the top of his lungs. But everyone got confused and he inhaled a bit of beer foam and went into another choking bout.
“Don't worry about my son,” he heard Don saying. “The kid's never had beer before. Didn't k-know how s- strong it was!” The way his own voice was betraying his emotions made Don wonder if he could hope to outlast Fred by more than a few seconds. But valiantly he began swallowing his beer. A little down his throat, then he felt the moist Lips surrounding his prick bend into a perfect “O” shape. The suction must be making her cheeks go hollow but he couldn't see that. He swallowed the beer he had in his mouth and closed his eyes again. He didn't know if that made the sensations more intense or not. He thought so. Hearing the roar of the powerful engines on the track pushed him closer and closer to the brink of blowing his own wad. But he had challenged Fred with the beer and he couldn't back out.
Another mouthful of beer went down, and another. Then the woman under the blanket over his lap began face-fucking herself with a vengeance. He wished he could lift the corner of the blanket and watch his thick cock splitting her lips and driving all the way into the humid cavern of her mouth. That thrilled him as much as anything. But he didn't even know who it was giving him this expert head. He managed to get the rest of the beer down before the telltale tingle passed into his loins. His entire cock was on fire and that blaze rapidly spread into his crotch. When his balls tightened up even more, he felt like a runaway boiler approaching the explosion point. He gripped the edge of the seat with both hands and hung on for dear life. The frantic face-fucking continued and he felt every single stroke of it between those demanding lips. The tongue pressed hard against the end of his cock as if trying to keep it out of the mouth, but the sucking belied that idea. The push-pull fucking was something new to him. A vague idea drifted across his sex-dazed mind that this was Denise sucking on his prick. But where had the teenaged girl learned such fine tricks? No, it had to be Gloria. But what had kept her from doing all these fine things to him over the years? A third alternative hit him that it was neither of the women, but that was simply ridiculous. Who would it be? And then it was all over. His prick gave one huge jerk before spewing out its creamy load of come.
His hips lifted off the bench as he drove the thick spike of manmeat into the hidden woman's mouth. She used every trick in the book and a few new ones to prolong his come for as long as possible. Don thought it was for an eternity that he spurted out his gooey come, then he sat back on the hard wooden bench and was all too aware of the cold evening air. Not even the fumes from the exhaust or the smell of burning rubber seemed to warm him now that the mouth was gone from his flaccid prick. Opening his eyes, he hoped to get a quick look at which woman it was who'd been sucking him off. He was disappointed. Both women were sitting back on the bench and licking lips as if they just sampled the tastiest wine in the world. It could have been either of them-and he knew it had been both, for a while at least, it had been. “Which…” he began, only to have Fred cut him off. “Doesn't matter, Dad. What say we return the favor to those fine ladies?” And the two of them slipped under the blankets and ate pussy for the next forty-five minutes. When Don left the stock car race, his jaw was hurting-and Gloria was on his arm, beaming like a schoolgirl.
CHAPTER NINE
“That was fun,” Denise said, snuggling up close to Don and pulling hard on Fred's arm so that the three of them formed a tight little group. With his free hand Don reached out and included Gloria in the group. “I agree. Thanks for the little, uh, lesson in how a bit of difference can liven things up,” he said. Then he reached around and pinched Gloria's ass and made her yelp. “You're sure gotten frisky. Hell, just a little blow job and you're all hot to trot.” She jumped again when another pinch reddened her ass. Then she saw that it was her son doing it this time. “You, too, Fred,” she added. “I got as much a charge out of it as you guys did. It was so… illicit!” “Exciting,” was the way Fred put it. “Let's go home and get something to drink,” suggested Don. “In spite of the warmness of these two wenches' mouths, I'm getting to feel a little chill in these tired old bones.” “And not in your boner, though,” said Demise, her hand pressing hard into the front of Don's pants.
“Nope, not there. Let's all take one car home. I think it'd be a lot easier on us.” “I agree,” said Fred. “I'll drive. If Denise can sit up front with me, that is.” “Sure,” his father said. “I think I can let her go for that long. And it's been years since we were alone in the backseat of a car, isn't it, Gloria?” “You're planning on doing something really naughty, aren't you, Don Munday?” the woman accused. “And if you're not, I'm going to sit in the front with Denise and Fred!” “Bitch!” he said, swatting her ample rear to get her moving along. The foursome went off, laughing and joking.
Fred slipped behind the wheel of the car, revved the engine and pulled out of the parking lot with practised
