"Wrap your lips around it," George murmured. "Move them up and down. Use your tongue on it … Ahhhh!" He’d waited almost two decades for this! "Oooohhh!"
"How am I doing?" Eleanor asked.
"Wonderful!" George croaked. "No teeth! The usual place doesn’t have them, and it’s sensitive … Oh, God!"
In her hands and mouth, Eleanor’s husband’s penis was as hard as she had ever felt it. Something was seeping from the tip … She was all set to be horrified — but it wasn’t urine. It must be the other stuff — the lubricant that he emitted when she masturbated him. She was familiar with that — masturbation was part of foreplay for both of them. That brought another thought…
"George…"
"I drank yours!" he grunted, anticipating her. "About a quart! You gushed!"
He’s right, she thought, grimacing around his erection. 'I guess I should… ' Besides, he didn’t create the kind of flood that she did, anyway…
Sally watched her mother deliver what was obviously her first blowjob to her father, thinking, 'God, they’re SOOO backward… ' Apparently, Dad had given Mom a tongue ride — that was the source of her outburst. Sally grinned to herself; apparently, she and Lon had planted a seed, and she was watching it bear fruit … Sally watched her father stiffen and relax, stiffen and relax as his wife found sensitive places, then unaccountably drifted away from them. This went on for a couple of minutes — but in a surprisingly short time, George hunched up in the bed and moaned, "Oh, GOD!" — and the flood began.
Eleanor had lengthy experience with the feel of George’s penis ejaculating in her vagina — but having him do so in her mouth brought on a much clearer idea of the mechanics. She could FEEL the underside of it harden like a hose as his semen pulsed through it. The taste? Well, it wasn’t addictive, but then it wasn’t that godawful mess she spewed when she got worked up, either! It was thick, and clumpy, like clotted gravy, with a salty taste that hung there, on her tongue. She swallowed it and sucked on his member until it stopped pulsing — something that went on for a good half a minute — then climbed back up beside him. "Well, THAT was … interesting."
"It was more than that!" George retorted. "I don’t suppose you want to repeat the experience?" he asked, hugging his wife.
"If it wasn’t too awful for you," Eleanor replied.
"No, it was fine." George gathered himself and applied his lips to Eleanor’s, meanwhile thinking, 'Thanks, Sis… '
Grinning from ear to ear, Sally tiptoed away.
Chapter 52
Posted: April 11, 2009 - 06:40:34 pm
Fred got home about four a.m., stone drunk; Louise figured he must have slept it off some in the parking lot at the bar, because if the cops would have seen him driving at closing time, she would have had to pick him up from the jail. He was in no shape to notice her getting up for work two hours later…
Lon didn’t see how on Earth he was going to get through Saturday’s little party — but with any luck, Beth and Louise would be less horny, too, given the fact that they’d seen recent service. He was up reasonably early, though, helping his mother with the preparations. Rick came by about eleven o’clock and pitched in; when Candace asked where his mother was, he replied, "She said she wasn’t feeling all that well, but would try to get here around one." Candace wasn’t thrilled, but in reality there wasn’t THAT much to do…
When Jean did put in an appearance, Candace asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Jean waved it off. "My stomach has been acting funny. It comes and it goes."
Toby showed up about two, and showed Candace and Jean the video, suitably edited for flow and content, but complete. Then he showed her a much shorter and more embarrassing version that would certainly have Fred Carter up in arms if he saw it. Candace laughed a lot, but left it at that — except for a comment to Lon: "My, you’re getting to be well-rounded! BDSM, interracial sex, bisexual…" Lon grimaced.
Jean said nothing, but Toby could tell that she had similar thoughts.
Beth and Louise and the Carter boys came separately, all arriving at about four o’clock. "How is your father?" Louise asked Damian.
"Hung over," Damian grunted. "I think he came out of the bedroom about twice, bitching about how awful he felt. Is somebody gonna have to chase him around?"
"No, we’re done with that," Louise replied. "I didn’t mention it, but that was taken care of yesterday. We have everything we need to keep him from hurting anybody."
Damian nodded. "How hard was it?"
"Pretty easy, actually," Lon interjected, gazing at his manicure. "One sniff and he followed Sally right home…" Damian nodded. Terence grimaced, but Pa had dug his own hole, apparently.
"Why don’t you see if Beth needs anything, Boy," Louise said to Terence, who grunted and walked off. Then she turned to Damian and waved him into a corner for some privacy. "The boys actually went a lot farther than anybody planned; they actually, um, persuaded your Pa to do bisexual things…" She grimaced. "We needn’t worry about anything, now — there’s NO WAY he would EVER want that video seen — but I don’t think your brother would be pleased at all…"
Damian grimaced. "Probably not. How bad is it?"
"Well, they more or less held a gun to his head to start, but by the end he was getting off on the whole thing. They managed to make a short version that makes it look like your Pa prefers men…"
"Shit! I don’t think I want to see it, either!" Damian swore.
"Probably just as well," Louise nodded. "You’re all done with that kind of thing, aren’t you?"
Damian snorted. "Yeah. Unless I end up in prison or something. Right now there’s more pussy around here than I can keep punched."
Louise rolled her eyes, "Jeezus, Boy! I’m your mother! Have a little respect!"
"Sorry, Mama," Damian replied perfunctorily. "But there’s Candace and there’s Beth, and Jean occasionally, maybe. Lon and Rick are tied up with young stuff. You’re gonna have a harder time than I will; basically, you’ve got Toby."
Louise shrugged. "We’ll see. The girls are only half in — but Sally, in particular, has pretty much paid her dues."
Damian nodded. "She’s the one Pa poked, right?"
Louise nodded. "I think Teela handled the dry run, but Sally ended up being the bait. Lon … wasn’t pleased. We owe him."
"I can see that," Damian nodded. There was no way he’d have wanted to put HIS girl in front of somebody else’s dick…
"I’ll handle it," Louise murmured, "but you remember it if an opportunity pops up."
"Yes, Ma’am."
Louise cocked her head and they went off to join the others.
This was a different gathering than the previous ones, as it was not pool-centric. The barbeque was set up, but not running as everyone arrived; instead, Candace and Jean had set up a lot of finger foods — chips, a vegetable plate, cheese and crackers — that sort of thing. And it was in the kitchen, rather than outdoors. Candace summed up the reasons why with, "It’s a hundred degrees outside — if you want to play out there, you’re welcome to, but I’m not going to unless I have to." That last was accompanied by a quick flick of her eyes at Damian, the person most likely to attempt to change her mind.