BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 15

Eden Valley Adventures

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Rhonda escorted me into the lodge, past the resort reception desk, which was now manned by a well endowed girl who might have been eighteen, and into Mel's private quarters.� The first thing I saw was my daughter-in-law Paula, on her knees honking on some man's dick while her husband, Eric, was entertaining with his cock a girl who looked to be the twin sister of the girl out front.� My other two sons, Mark and Jason were seated, drinking beer and waved to me.� Meanwhile Mel was sitting in a plush chair with Gwen, Jason's pixie wife, straddling him, head thrown back, rising and falling on his thick prong while he sucked on her tit.� Damn!

Rhonda introduced me to the man getting the blowjob from Paula as Bob, her husband.� He actually reached out to shake my hand while Paula sucked on him.� Paula pulled off long enough to look back at me and said, "Hi, Pops!� Come join the party," then turned back to her business at hand.

Rhonda excused herself and returned to the reception desk.� Moments later the girl who had been taking care of things for her, came into the room.� Sure enough, she was the twin of the girl my son was fucking.� Jason hopped up and introduced her to me, explaining that she and her twin sister were the daughters of Rhonda and Bob.� The name went in one ear and out the other as she took my dick in hand. I had been invited to an orgy.�

"Miss Paula says you really know how to use this thing," the teen beauty said with laughter in her eyes. But I really wasn't looking into her eyes so much as at the firm C-cup tits she sported.�

She then added, "Would you care for something to eat?"

I was hungry and there were trays of food scattered here and there, as well as a well stocked bar, but that's not what she meant.� She made that perfectly clear when she commented on how she had heard that I used my tongue to good effect and then led me to an empty chair next to Mel and Gwen, sat and lewdly spread herself open for a cunt sucking.� Happily I obliged.�

What an afternoon!� Munching away at this teen's cunt, I only had to glance to the side to see Gwen rising and lowering herself on Mel's prong.� Bye and bye, I heard him say, "I'm cumming in your cunt, slut. I'm cumming in your cunt, you fine little whore."

Gwen moaned and whimpered as Mel unloaded his balls in her, and in doing so triggering her orgasm.� She didn't yell or call out, but the way her body was jerking on his throbbing cock, it was pretty clear what was happening.�� She stopped moving for a moment, then slid off his lap and onto the floor between his splayed legs where she proceeded to take his slimy semi-erect prong into her mouth. Of my three daughter-in-laws, Gwen was the least likely I thought to be a wanton slut, but I had thought wrong.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come up behind her.� I stopped munching pussy long enough to see that it was Bob, the father of the girl I was eating. Bob lifted Gwen's hips and skewered her from behind, pumping into her for several minutes while I returned my oral attention to his teen daughter's pussy.

"You want some of this?" I heard from the side.� I looked over at Bob who was grinding into Gwen.�

It was a dilemma.� Did I want to fuck Gwen or did I want to fuck the girl I was eating. I was like a dog who had a choice between two bones. As tempting as it was to skewer Gwen once Bob moved out of the way, I quickly and correctly surmised that I could have Gwen anytime, but I might not have the same opportunity with Bob's daughter.

"No, I think I'll fuck this one," I replied rising.

"Help yourself," Bob laughed as he pulled his cock from my daughter-in-law's pussy with a lewd sucking sound.� "But pace yourself.� These cunts will wear us all out sooner than we'd want."

"Speak for yourself, old man," laughed Mark, my middle son, before replacing Bob.�

Good lord!� What an afternoon!� No way could I get to all five women before my pecker gave it up permanently for the day.� And that was before Kendra and her father joined us to fornicate and photographically memorialize this Memorial Day weekend orgy for his website.� Fred's website, that was another thing I wasn't aware of until I was brought up to speed with my family. But I did my best, and following Bob's suggestion that I pace myself, saved my cum until I couldn't hold back any longer,� managing to do four out of the six available women.� I didn't do Paula nor Bob's wife, Rhonda, that afternoon, but later that night I managed to get it up again for Rhonda and Bob for a DP.

It's funny how the dynamics worked.� For several hours there was sexual excess and then everyone seemed to run out of gas all at the same time.� Between the sex and the booze and the funny cigarettes that were passed around, I'm surprised I had any cogent thoughts about much of anything.� But, I guess it was the dad in me, when I realized that if my three boys and their wives were here, where in the hell were the kids?� Last time I saw any of them, little Sandra was being led away by two of her boy cousins and taken to Fred's on-grounds photo studio.

Figuring the boys could look after themselves, I asked Kendra about Sandra's whereabouts, seeing that Sandra's mom was passed out.

"Last time I saw them was after the photo shoot. But don't worry, my boys will look after her."

"Photo shoot?� With Sandra?"

"Of course.� She's quite photogenic."

"Doing what?"

"What do you think, Pops?� Two young boys and little girl?"

"Oh... Oh, Jesus..."

That evening, it was remarkably easy to round up all the kiddos, as they knew to check in at 5 PM.� All seemed to be okay, though I had to wonder what they had all been up to all afternoon.� It was a case of speak-no-evil hear-no-evil. The kids were all mum and the parents appeared to be quite uninterested in what the kids had been doing.�

I took my oldest grandson, Jeff, aside and asked him.

"You're not supposed to ask, Poppa," he told me.

"Well, I am asking," I replied a bit annoyed.

"You're not supposed to ask," he repeated. "And we're not supposed to tell. But, I can tell you that I had fun."

"Uh, has Aunt Kendra's dad taken pictures of you."

"Sure, lots of times,"

"Doing what?"

"Just playing around."

"Outside or inside his studio?"

"Both."

"What kind of photos?"

"The same kind you took of Meagan and me with Lisa at your house. Dirty photos" he added with a grin.

"Oh, okay. And your mom and dad, they know about these dirty pictures?"

"Sure.� They'll show them to you if you want."

We all had dinner together in the lodge dining room, occupying several tables with the kids at their own table.� Like breakfast that morning, it was a dinner buffet.� And as the rule was that a parent had to accompany kids through the buffet line, my three daughter-in-laws spent as much time on their feet as sitting at a table.�

After the orgy, you might expect that the discussion would have centered on sex, but as we were out in public, football was the main subject with lots of speculation on which team would make it this year to the playoffs and to the Super Bowl, not that anyone had the foggiest idea that early in the season.� Still, there was lots of talk about this team and that team and who had the best quarterback and who had the best defense, �etc. etc. etc. For the most part the girls ignored us and had their own conversation.� It was just like real life!

After dinner, I needed a nap in the worst way.� Mel offered me his bed, which I readily accepted. To my surprise he crawled in with me.� "I like guys as well as girls," he told me with a grin, "but if you're not into that, I'm okay with it."

"Uh, I'd rather not, Mel," I told him.

"That's okay, but if you change your mind..." With that he rolled over and also immediately began snoring.

We napped for about an hour, with me hardly sleeping at all, expecting at any minute his hand would accidently end up on my pecker.� It didn't.� He woke and hopped up fresh and ready to go.� Me, I lingered and alone, I managed to get in twenty winks.

When I woke, I was alone in Mel' quarters.� Rising, I wandered out into the lobby where I found him chatting with guests.

Seeing me he said with a smile, "There you are! Feeling better, Bill?

"Bill, I want you to meet..." The names went in one ear and out the other.� They were an older couple, though a few years younger than me.� I picked up that he was a doctor, an orthopedic surgeon and had been coming to Eden Valley for twenty years or more.� The woman was nice looking for a woman of her age, no doubt with the help of a good plastic surgeon.

The doctor and his wife(?) excused themselves and headed upstairs to their room.

"Nice fuck, that one," commented Mel once they were out of earshot.

"His wife?" I asked watching her taut flexing ass as they walked away.

"She's not his wife.� She comes here with different men and he comes here with different women.� Hell, they may both be here with a different partner.>"

Chuckling he joked, "I guess they're going up to check on a passage or two in the Gideon Bible."

Changing the subject Mel asked, "You up for a tour of the grounds?"

"Well, not counting the walk over here this morning from Eric and Paula's trailer, I've only really seen the water park and the lobby of the hotel."

"Well, come on then.� We just might catch someone fucking out in the woods," he laughed.

We headed out passing a group of small cabins.� Mel saw one of the cleaning ladies just finishing up in one of the cabins.� Unlike everyone else, except for the food service staff, she was dressed in a white uniform.

"Jaunita!" he called out.

"Senor Mel," she greeted with a smile.

"Anybody home?" he asked pointing to the open doorway.

"No, senor.

"Sorry I'm so late in getting to this," she apologized.

"It's a busy weekend, and I'm sure you had lots to do," he replied giving her a pat on the ass.

Turning to me he offered to show me the inside of the cabin.� It was appropriately rustic for the woodland setting of the resort with walls and ceiling of tongue and groove yellow pine. There was a single king bed, freshly made, a small sitting area up front looking out the large windows and in the back a nice bathroom with a walk-in shower. � A small refrigerator, microwave oven and coffee maker, as well as a TV, rounded out the amenities.

As we began to leave, Juanita blocked our way momentarily.� Looking down at Mel's low hanging cock, she looked up and asked, "You want me to..."

"No, not today," he replied.� "My pecker's plum wore out for the time being, honey.� But my friend here...

"Bill, you want her to suck your cock?"

"No, that's okay," I replied taken back by the encounter, "but... uh, thanks for asking." With that we went on our merry way, leaving Juanita to her duties.

We walked past the sand volleyball pit where a group of twenty-somethings along with some sand covered kids were having a friendly pickup game.�

Gesturing over to our left, Mel commented about the new RV area which was obscured with the trees. Soon we were cutting through the tent camping area, where families, all nude, were eating or cooking on Coleman stoves or on the charcoal grills with naked kids running about everywhere it seemed.

From there we passed through some woods and down a hill until we came upon a pond. In addition to the ducks, there were a few kayaks on the water, as well as several beached.� On the far side, a couple of teenagers were playing in the waist deep water.

We stopped and Mel began telling me of his childhood here.� "I grew up here. My great grandfather bought the place at a tax sale during the Depression, and opened it up as hedonistic nudist camp. The pond is spring feed and was dammed up when he bought it.� It was the original swimming hole.

"He and my grandmother were not only into public nudity, but into free sex. To cover expenses they sold memberships.� Anything went.� Folks coming here back then weren't particularly squeamish about kids having sex with each other nor with adults.� From what my grandfather tells me, it was quite common to see some kid being buggered out in the open. Blowjobs hardly merited notice. It wasn't like it is today with all the rules of nudist etiquette, no touching, no kissing, no sex out in public.� The open sex went by the wayside in the 1950's.�

"My grandfather put in the original RV area back in the fifties, but we didn't get a pool here until the 1970's when I took over from my grandfather.� Before then, everyone swam here in the pond.��

"My grandfather raised my mother in the original spirit of the place, as was I. As to my father, who knows? It could have been any of a number of men. All I know is my birth certificate lists my father is listed as unknown.

"You know Fred, Kendra's dad?� He and I grew up here. His father was a pornographer.� My grandfather gave him permission to shoot films here out in the woods and gave him permission to use me in those films.� God only knows how many times Fred and I were featured in his movies, running around naked, sucking each other out in the woods.� When we got older, we'd fuck girls.� I think I was five years old when I starred in my first movie.� Ahhh, those were the days...

"It's nothing like that anymore.� The mores of society changed and we had to change with them. With better facilities, joining a nationwide nudist association and with an acceptable code of conduct, business picked up.� It really picked up when I put in the trailer area and started renting out the trailers to guests.� Next came the cabins and about fifteen years ago, I was able to raise some capital and put in the water park and the lodge.� Business has been booming ever since.

"Some of the old school families still come here, bring their kids and pass them around like they were passed around as kids.� But that's all out of sight and behind closed doors.� But of course, kids being kids, they don't follow the rules when they are not under Mama's thumb and lots of kiddie sex happens out in the woods.� Every so, often we'll get a complaint about what happened to little Johnny out in the woods, but the parents are responsible for supervising their own kids.� If they let them run wild, well... things do happen."

"So what about our kids?" I asked.

"You mean Jeff and Meagan?"

"Yeah, what about them?"

"Well, that's Eric's and Paula's responsibility, isn't it?"

"I suppose...

"Our Meagan, she's just like her mama... a cum dump little whore." He then added with a laugh, "But that's not entirely her fault.� That girl's a cock sucking pro, as is her brother.

"You ever see those two fuck?" he asked expectantly.

"Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact..." I answered.

"Hell, I don't know what those two are waiting for."

"Who, Meagan and Jeff?"

"No, no, no... her parents."

"Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for her tenth birthday.� The girl fucks every boy here, but do I get a chance to stick my cock in her puss?� Noooooo, I've got to wait until she's ten.

"Say, they didn't let you fuck her, did they?"�

"No," I replied not believing that I was even having this conversation.

"I hear you've got a little cutie back home that you keep naked," he stated.

"Lisa?� I don't keep her naked, she just likes to be naked... all the time," I replied.

"And her parents are okay with that?"

"Yeah.� She won't keep her clothes on, so no day care will take her.� So I babysit for them."

"And you mess with her?"

"I don't mess with her, Mel.� I play with her."

"And you make her blow you?"

"No, I don't make her blow me."

"But she does blow you."

"Okay, yes, she blows me, but I don't force her to do it or anything, she just does it. Her dad taught her..."

"A man after my own heart," Mel laughed.� "You ought to bring them here with you sometimes. They'll fit right in."

Our conversation was interrupted by a man who was out walking with a little girl. Not little, little, but obviously not close to puberty.� Mel introduced me to the guy, but I was distracted by the sight of something running down the girl's thigh. Did he... out here?�� Mel noticed too.

"For Christ's sake, Jack!� You're running down her legs!" Mel nearly shouted.� "Take her in the god damned pond and wash her off before someone sees that!"

The man did just that while Mel and I continued our walk with Mel cursing the guy for stupidity.� When he finally calmed down, I asked if he was the girl's father.�

"No, he's not.� No relation what so ever, other than they both starred in one of Fred's porn flicks a month or so ago."

"Fred shoots porn flicks here?"

"Yeah, but don't be repeating that.� The girl's stepdad ran into some financial difficulties and Fred helped him out. They'll be making a part two sometime this weekend.� I guess she's going to be one of Fred's stars from now on, but the less I know about that, the better."

We ended up in the RV area where Mel chatted it up with several people before he brought me back to Eric and Paula's trailer.� This was good thing, for by that time I was completely turned around.

Apparently everyone was back as Eric, Paula and the kids were sitting under the awning.� It was cocktail hour so we joined them for a drink.� Of course I was asked what I thought about resort.

"It's really beautiful here," I answered honestly.� "The facilities are first rate."

"But are you having fun?" Paula asked with a sly smile.

"Are you kidding?� I'm having the time of my life."

"You have any problems or issues with any of it?" she pressed.

Well, this was as good a time as any.� "Yeah, I do have one problem.� I don't like to hear anyone calling Meagan a little whore, and that goes for you too, Eric."

Turning to Paula I added, "I know it's none of my business, but you asked."

"It's really not meant to be derogatory or disparaging," Paula defended.� "I've been called a whore all my life and it doesn't bother me, because I am a whore.� I love sex.� Lots and lots of sex.� Meagan is just like me and she enjoys sex too.� The only time anyone calls her a whore is in private.� Never in public.� As far as Meagan is concerned, it's a term of endearment."

"I still don't like it.� Not at all.� So when I'm around..."

"Okay, Pops," Eric interjected, "we hear you."

Looking around he continued, "Hear that, Melvin?� Hear that, Paula?� Pops doesn't like to hear it, so let's cool it.� Okay?"

"You're the boss when it comes to your kids," Melvin said with a frown.

Mel turned to me. "I apologize, Bill, and I respect where you are coming from.� Don't think for a moment that I don't adore her."

With that he turns to Meagan and asks her, "Sweetie, I know you've been busy today, but do you have any energy left for some grandpa time?"� Meagan smiled, stood up and walked to the trailer door.

"How about it, Bill?" Mel asked with a grin.� "Girl gives a great blowjob for a nine year old."

"Like I said, Pops, you just can't fuck her," Eric said. "Not until she's old enough."

"She's old enough now," snorted Mel.

"Daddy, be good," castigated Paula. "That matter's been settled."

"Okay, okay. No harm in lobbying," he answered standing before he followed Meagan into the trailer.

"How about it, Pops?" Paula asked. "We'll be heading over to the dance in a little while, so if you up for it..."

Even after all I knew and had experienced, my granddaughter's own mother asking me if I wanted a blowjob from her daughter still astonished me.

"Yeah, go on, Pops," Eric urged grinning.� "Enjoy yourself."

My conscious clear and having gotten the green light from her parents, I finished off my scotch and joined Mel in the trailer for a blowjob from our granddaughter.� Even knowing what was to take place, I was still taken aback momentary seeing Mel sitting on the sofa with Meagan between his knees slurping on his prick.�

"Hey, glad you decided to join us," Mel said looking up from the pre-teen girl fellating him while patting the sofa beside him to indicate where I should sit.

"That's a good start, baby," he said as he lifted her head and mouth off his hard cock.� "Now give your Poppa a warm up."

Meagan looked up at me smiling and scooted over on her knees to between my spread legs. She grasped my hardening prick, licked it while looking me in the eye with a sly smile and said, "I am a whore, Poppa.� So it's okay if you call me one," then took the head between her lips.

"No, it's not okay," I replied.� "You're too precious.

"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it," I said as she took more into her mouth. "Damn, you're really good at this."

Dreamily I looked over at my partner in crime and saw him lustfully watching.� Not watching me, but watching Meagan as she sucked my dick, his own randy dick hard and ready.� At that moment I realized that there wasn't a wits bit of difference between him and me.� We were both dissolute perverts.� Whether he called Meagan a whore and I didn't, didn't change that fact.� That was proven when she left my dick to suck his dick and I lustfully watched his substantial prong sliding in and out of her mouth as she knelt naked between his legs.

Back and forth she went.� Sucking Mel for a minute or two and then sucking me a moment or two before returning to Mel's dick.� This went on for more than a half hour.� We could have gone on for hours doing this before either of us blew his load down her throat, but Eric interrupted us, saying it was time to go and to wrap it up.

'Screw the fucking dance,' I thought.� 'I'm not finished here.'� But being the dutiful daughter, Meagan listened to her daddy and abandoned our ancient prongs in favor of going to the dance.�

Needless to say, it literally took no time to get dressed for the dance. Leaving my hat behind, I joined the small group that had gathered under the awning.� Mark and Jason were grinning ear to ear as I stepped out of the trailer.� Kendra and Paula were huddled in conversation.� The boys were off goofing around in the roadway.� Gwen, with Sandra wrapped around her leg, blushed red as I made my appearance and looked away. Right then and there I decided that if I could get it up, I was going to get between that one's legs again tonight.

As we left for the dance as a group, Meagan came and took my hand.� "Are you my date tonight?" I asked her. She just grinned at me and I realized that she just might be determined to finish tonight what she had just left unfinished.� Gwen could wait.

We had two tables reserved for us up close to the band stand. Then again, all of the tables had been reserved.� The dance was free to all guests, but the tables came at a price.

As we were seated, the young waitress dressed in just her white shoes and white collar with black bow tie took our orders and scurried off.� I'd seen her earlier that day hustling buckets of iced beer and had to wonder how many hours did these girls work in a single day.

The band was already playing and it surprised me that they were clothed.� The lead guy made comment about what a pleasure it was playing for a crowd that let it all hang out. The crowd in turn began to shout, "Take it off!� Take it off!"� As the band struck up a ZZ Top tune, he began doing just that, stripping for a crowd of nudists.� It was pretty damned loud, but they were also pretty damned good.� By the time the stripper anthem closed, he was a bare as everyone else, maybe even more so as he was barefoot. And as far as the resort rule of no sexually suggestive moves went, apparently he hadn't gotten the memo. He was as lewd as any pole dancer I'd ever seen, the kids be damned.� Interestingly, no one objected; not to that nor to dance partners touching while dancing.� Don't get me wrong, there wasn't any tit groping out on the dance floor, but skin-to-skin and hands on butts seemed to be okay.� Everyone had a good time.

Paula, of course, wanted me to dance with her.� Even though I would have much preferred a nice slow tune, I was game.� She suggested that I lose my sandals, so as to spare toes, so I did.� Lots of bouncing titties out there and hip/butt bumps.� Kendra too wanted to dance with me, so we did, to a slow number.� Meanwhile Mel had Gwen out on the floor, while Jason danced with little Sandra, lifting and holding her by her butt.�

Bob and Rhonda joined us at our table, along with their twin teens.� While Bob danced with one of his daughters, I danced with the other.� Which one I have no clue. Along with all of my daughter-in-laws and the well endowed Rhonda and her daughters, I danced with a number of naked women, none of whom seemed to be concerned with skin-to-skin contact with an old fossil like me. If this is what they mean by "social nudity", count me in! It was a great time, the one of best times I'd ever had since my dear sweet wife died.�

When the dance broke up around eleven PM, Jason informed me that Sandra was spending the night with Meagan and as such I'd lost my place in Eric and Paula's trailer.� He then invited me to spend the night with Gwen and him at the Lodge.� I guess I could have taken Mel's spare bedroom, but why do that?�

It had been a long day for this old man. Indeed it had been a long day for Gwen too.� Jason, however, was feeling frisky.�

"Suck my dad's dick, baby," he requested of his wife once we all in the sack. Without complaint, she did just that while Jason mounted her from behind and pounded her until he came.� I don't know if she was disappointed that I didn't cum, but I was still depleted from the afternoon excesses.�

As we lay in bed, side by side, I had to ask Gwen while groping a tit, "I understand perfectly why Paula and Kendra are like they are, but how did you get into group sex?"

"You'd better ask Jason," she replied giving me a kiss.

Not waiting for me to ask him and not waiting for his wife to break her lip lock on me, Jason replied, "Well, as you know, Gwen was brought up in a very religious family.� Her dad is the head deacon in our church.� Before we married, her dad and the pastor sat us down and explained what we should expect from each other. I was told that it was my duty to provide for my family and provide for the church at the tune of 10% of whatever I earned.� She was told that as my wife that she was to obey me in all things without question.

"Now I had come here to Eden Valley any number of times by then and stayed with either Eric or Mark and was invited to have sex with them and their wives.� So when we were married, I gave to the church 10% of everything I made, before taxes.� I'd already taken her virginity before we were married, and she enjoyed sex as much as I did, so I told Gwen what I expected of her. She wasn't real happy about becoming a nudist at first, but she did.� She also wasn't real happy at first about swinging, but after a few trips here, she got into that too."

"Does your mom and dad know about all this?" I asked her.

"No, and it's none of their business," she said. "And my dad would be the first to say that.� I belong to Jason and that is that, and as long as we paid our bills, took care of Sandra, went to church and supported the church, he and Mom are happy.

"But how do you feel about all this?" I asked.

"If Jason wants me to have sex with other men, I'm fine with that.� Besides, it's fun."

"But what about Sandra?"

"She loves it here.� All the kids do."

"But what about the sex?"

"Well, we've tried to keep her away from that, and everyone knows that she's off limits."

"But she's spending the night with Meagan and probably with Jeff."

"With Jeff and Lyle and Ben," she corrected.� "Kids will be kids, but we don't want her having sex with adults and everyone knows that and respects that. And Jeff knows to keep his dick out of her."

"It's none of my business," I continued, "but are you aware that this afternoon Sandra went with Mark's boys, Ben and Lyle, to Fred's studio?"

"Yeah, Pops, we know," my youngest answered. "My credit cards are maxed out, so I had to write a check for the fucking tires. Depending on when some other checks hit the bank, there was good chance that the check for the tires would bounce come Tuesday morning.� We needed the money, pronto, and Fred offered to wire money into our account in exchange for a photo spread with Sandra and the boys.� I know it's not right, but we didn't have any choice."

"You could've asked me," I told them.� "I'll give you the money if you're caught short.� I've told you that before."

"I know, Pops, but we needed to get the money in the bank today, not next week."

"We're not happy about doing that, Pops," Gwen added, "but the boys would never do anything that would hurt her. Besides, we had guidelines established with Kendra's dad.� No vaginal penetration."

"Well, maybe the boys' fingers," Jason added.� "But that's not anything new."

"I'll still give you the money," I told them.� "How about if I give you a check for two thousand before we go home Monday?"

"You don't need to do that, Pops," my son protested.

"Yes, I do.� You two need the money.� Now if you need more than that, it'll take me a day or two to gather it."

"No, we don't need any more than that, but yeah, the money will come in handy," my son said.

"Now if you can get it up, how about if we flip for a double fuck?" he asked.

"Gwen had me up a few minutes ago," I said.

"Okay, babe. Get to sucking his dick and get him hard."� Gwen didn't hesitate to scoot down and go down on me again.�

While my daughter-in-law sucked me to a hard-on, her husband explained, "I'll flip this quarter.� If it's heads, you get her pussy.� If it's tails you get her ass." Jason flipped a coin.

"Heads it is.

"When he's hard, babe, I'll put it up your ass, turn us both over and let Pops climb on top," he said.

I don't know if it was Gwen's oral skills or lewdness of what Jason was suggesting, but in no time she had me up and took up a face down position for Jason to enter her ass.� Like a hot knife through butter, he slid into his wife effortlessly and without even a grimace or grunt from her.� With Gwen impaled he rolled the two of them over with practiced ease and hooking his ankles with hers spread her open for me to mount and enter her cunt.� With her husband's dick up her ass, her well used pussy was very tight fit for my prong.� Jason humped into her and I felt his cock move through the walls of her pussy.� Holding my weight off of her, I was more or less eye to eye with her.� The burning lust was evident in her eyes and her face.� She really dug this shit.

Within a minute or so, my son and I had established a rhythm and Gwen's cunt was squeezing my poor cock even more than it was already squeezed.� Within two minutes, Gwen was howling her pleasure.� No doubt she could be heard in the adjacent rooms, not that anyone gave a damn.� At least no one beat on the walls or anything. After ten minutes or so, my prostate contracted and I came in cunt, making a small deposit of squiggliers from my depleted balls in her already cum saturated cunt.

I rolled off and the next thing I knew it was a bright and sunny Sunday morning.