Rod and Bret were being ridden like Kentucky Derby favorites. Lena and Tawny were bouncing up and down, their pussies gripping and milking the hard cocks of their tied partners.
Eli had a raging hard on. Hearing Becky's howling orgasm and watching his two friends fucking the father and son had aroused him. He quickly stripped and grabbed the sun tan lotion, moving behind Lana.
"Lean over," he said. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
With her ass available, Eli dropped some lotion on her asshole and also squirted some on his manhood. Then he got on his knees and pushed his cock against her star fish.
"OOOHHHHH, yeah, fuck my ass you bastard," Lena moaned, enjoying the sensation of being double stuffed as Eli's prick easily slipped inside her experienced butt.
Rod groaned. His cock was buried inside her and the thin wall between the two channels did little to disguise the intrusion of Eli's dick.
Lana then returned to rocking her hips up and down on Rod's phallus. Eli got into the rhythm; when Lana moved her hips so Rod's cock slipped out, Eli would thrust in. Lana was leaning forward, her large tits swinging and rubbing on Rod's chest as the two cocks filled her pussy and ass.
"Oh, yesssss, ooooh... aaaaaaah, gawwwwd," she moaned. "FUUUCCKKKK MEEEEE."
Tawny was also nearing her release as she rode Bret's manhood.
"Such a nice, hard cock... love riding it... filling me so good... gonna rub my clit... You like fuckin' me, stud?"
Bret's eyes were shut tight with the pleasure of her pussy walls milking his cock. None of his girl friends had control like that. At Tawny's question, he opened her eyes. Her face was a mask of lust, her firm breasts were bouncing as she bounced up and down.
"Yes... I like it. Your pussy, I've never felt anything like it. Fuck... I wish my hands weren't tied. I want to feel your tits."
"Mmmmm. I'd like that." Tawny leaned forward and stretched her hands to reach the rope restraining his hands. She yanked and pulled until the knots came free, then she settled back to sit on his cock.
Bret's hands immediately covered her mounds, his hands mashing them against her chest, making her moan. He tweaked and flicked the rubbery nubbins.
"Yeaaahhh baby, I like that."
She increased her humping, riding him like a wild woman.
"Getting' close... gonna cum. Cum with me, handsome. Shoot your spunk deep in my cunt."
Bret was further aroused from feeling her tits and her dirty talk. He could feel the familiar stirring in his balls.
Tawny slammed her crotch against Bret's and her back arched as her pussy pulsed and quivered. "Fuuccckkkk mmmmmeeeee, yesssss... "I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg."
Bret's hips lurched upward off the ground, thrusting his prick as deep as it would go as his creamy goo began to spurt. He lost track of the times he felt his cock pulse as it ejaculated.
Tawny's yelping set off Lana. Hearing her friend cum on the nice cock she had sucked off the day before sent Lana over the edge. As her pussy and ass tunnel vibrated, both Rod and Eli couldn't hold back. Both sent their cocks to the hilt at the same time and their spunk spurted deep inside her holes.
Lana was sandwiched between the two men, her breasts flattened against Rod's chests, her hard nipples poking against her skin. As her orgasm, crested she straightened her legs.
"FFFUUCCKKKK YESSSSS. FILL MEEEEE UP, YOU BASTARDS. GAAAAWDDDDD DAAAAAAMMMMM SSSSOOOOOO GOOODD."
Tawny's legs were shaking as she felt Bret's staff begin to soften inside her. She dismounted, a string of his jizz dripping on his crotch. She wasn't finished toying with her playmate.
She crawled and turned so she was facing the threesome, her knees straddling his head. Bret looked up at her slick quivering crease. "What... what are you doing?" he managed to croak, still recovering from draining his balls.
"Baby, Lana says you're bi. You like the taste of jizz? And a freshly fucked pussy?... Don't matter... Eat me."
She lowered her crotch, her pussy covering his mouth as her legs closed to keep his head trapped. With little choice, Bret opened accepted his fate. His mouth opened and a combination of his cream and Tawny's juices began seeping out. His tongue lapped. He didn't mind tasting his own spunk; he had before and had tasted other guys'. Adding a woman's secretions sent a shiver down his spine.
Eli slipped his dick out of Lana's tight butt with a plop, rolling off. He turned to see Tawny sitting on Bret's face. "Well, lookee here. The youngster is eating his sloppy seconds." Lana lifted herself from Rod's body, freeing his spent staff from her pussy. She turned to take in the face sitting scene.
"Tawny, you horny bitch. What a great idea." Her legs wobbly from her orgasm, Tawny crawled and positioned herself near Rod's head, facing her friend. "Hope you're hungry, pops." Rod's answer was muffled as she plastered her pussy on his mouth.
In addition to his cum, Eli's spunk was dribbling down her crack. Other than an occasional taste from licking his fingers after jacking off, Rod had never swallowed semen. He didn't have much choice but to do so. His tongue lapped the salty, slightly bitter taste.
He had heard the women talk about his son's bi experiences. He was still processing that concept, but he assumed it was something Bret enjoyed. Rod's thoughts were a jumbled mess. He and his family were caught in an ongoing sexual frenzy. He knew his wife and daughter were getting fucked again in the tents. The only sounds he had heard were not of protest but of enjoyment. His orgasm in Lana's pussy, while her ass was being fucked, had been perhaps the strongest he had ever experienced.
The part of his mind that existed in the real world tried to tell him this was all wrong, that these bikers were raping he and his family. But the part of his brain controlling his libido -- which he realized had not been that active in recent years -- was sending signals to his body that what he considered abnormal sex was arousing his desires and curiosity.
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Once Mike had dragged Beth inside the other tent, she stumbled and then turned to face the biker. He calmly peeled off his shirt, kicked off his punts and pushed down his jeans, leaving only his boxers, which were tented by his large cock.
Like her mother, Beth had not immediately fell asleep the previous night. She had laid on her side, her back to her mother as her mind considered what had happened.
Beth had already decided she enjoyed sex long before this weekend. She had fucked a couple of guys; most of her friends were also experienced. She and her girlfriends had gossiped about cocks, positions, blowjobs and orgasms. Beth and her bestie had fooled around eating each other because boys weren't interested in that.
As she replayed her encounter with Eli, her pussy had moistened, and her nipples had hardened. "So," she thought, "that's what it's like to be fucked by a man." The power dynamic of being the helpless damsel had opened a door in her libido that she had not realized was there. Being taken forcefully had certainly contributed to the powerful orgasms.
But her realizations and evolution were happening a bit fast. Now, her she was again, alone with a man -- a black man -- who the day before had fucked -- raped? -- her mother. And he was about to fuck her.
All these thoughts had ping-ponged around her brain as Mike had undressed, revealing his muscled body. She was breathing faster, her braless breasts rising and falling inside her t-shirt.
Mike stared at her. "Get naked."
Those two words made her shiver. She grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it up and off, tossing it aside. Her firm mounds were slightly rising and falling with her breathing. Her pink nipples were already erect.
She skimmed her shorts down and off, followed by her panties.
"Damn, girl," Mike said with a smile. He then took a few steps toward her and enveloped Beth in his arms, pulling her tight against his hard body. Her breasts mashed against his lower chest, and she could feel the thick bulge of his cock against her stomach. His hands roamed up and down the soft skin of her back and cupped both her firm butt cheeks. He gripped the mounds and pulled. Beth could feel her labia open slightly. She moaned into his chest.
Mike pulled her down on a sleeping bag and she was on her back. He laid next to her, propping himself up on an elbow. His large hand moved to cup her breast and her breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
"You like to fuck?
"Wha... what?"
"Simple question. These days, girls your age, most of 'em have fucked, some a little, some a lot. What about you -- a little or a lot," Mike asked. He wanted to take his time, get her to talk and relax, get in a sexy mood.
"Uh, I guess somewhere in between a little and a lot."
"Eli said your orgasms were off the charts. Had you ever cum like that?"
Beth blushed, shaking her head no.
"He said you were a good fuck. And your mom was a good fuck. If it's done right, fuckin' is a lot of fun."
Mike leaned over and his mouth captured a hard nipple, his lips and tongue pleasuring the nub. His slipped a hand between her legs to cup her mound.
"Ohhhhhaaahhhh," she moaned.
He pulled his mouth off her breast and removed his hand.
"Your pussy is hot," he said, matter of factly.
He let those words hang in the air.
"So, tell me what you like about sex."
"HUH? WHAT? No, I can't... I don't want to talk about it," Beth said, turning her head away.
His fingers gripped her jaw and turned her face back toward him. "I'm trying to be nice... tell me what you like about sex." His hand returned to her breast, his index finger lightly toying with the erect bud.
Beth closed her eyes. "I like... kissing... with someone who knows how. I like having my breasts played with, kissed. My nipples get so hard... it makes my pussy wet," those last words were a barely audible whisper.
