A few weeks after the lusty age-gap four-some. I was shocked to see that both the Johnson's house and the Crawford's house next door were for sale. I knocked on the doors as I delivered papers, and no one answered; odd since I knew my MILF lover and her mother were nearly always home.
The day the moving vans arrived, my friend Steve and I sat in my car across the street and watched, hoping to see Mrs. Johnson or her mom, Mrs. Crawford, so we could find out what was going on. Steve had been hoping for a return engagement, while I had been lucky enough for a few quick afternoon delights while on the paper route. I'd jacked off several times remembering the ass fucking I gave Candi Johnson when Steve and I had our little orgy with the old ladies. I walked around semi-hard at school as my mind drifted to the vacuum job her mom gave my eight-inch cock to coax an orgasm from me just minutes after I unloaded in her daughter's derriere.
But now, it seems that part of our life is over. Steve and I sat in the car feeling sorry for ourselves when Candi's husband walked out the house and came straight toward my car. He looked pissed and we were terrified.
"Hello, Tom. Is there something I can do for you?" the well-built man with short hair and bulging biceps asked, crossing his arms. "Because I am about to call the cops and report a Peeping Tom."
My throat was dry, and my blood pressure was rising. I wanted to get the hell out of there. Lance Johnson was an imposing figure. He was in great physical shape, and he was mad as hell. He could break me in two if he wanted. He continued.
"Both you boys need to know something: we know all about you and my wife and her mother. I have video and audio security inside the house. Every little bit of your perverted and illegal behavior is on tape. Fucking, sucking, licking, coming. All of it. I could have all of you sent to prison."
My face was red, and I tried to start the car.
"Uh, I'm sorry," I said. "We were just ..."
He turned red himself.
"You were just, what? Fucking women old enough to be your mother and grandmother.? Perverts! Having a good time? Twisted! Just being horny little boys? Pigs!
“You were doing God-forsaken acts of carnal depravity. You were putting your pitiful little penises in places where they had no business. You were allowing these old whores to use you for fucking boy toys. You were spewing your seed all over my furniture and inside my wife. And one of you little shits got her pregnant!"
Oh, my fuck, I thought. Pregnant. Fuck.
"But I am not going to call the police. I am not going to press charges. I am not going to beat the ever-living shit out of you. We are going to get out of town and take her parents with us. We're going to get far, far away and raise our new baby like our own. And I am going to make sure my wife and her mother swear off teenage cock forever.
"Now get the hell out of here."
We drove off in stunned silence. We'd dodged a bullet, it seems. My mind was reeling and reliving the hot times that got us in this mess. I’d fucked Candi Johnson several times on my own, and Steve and Cand’s mom joined us for an orgy that included cum shot after cum shot after cum shot.
Steve was the first one to speak.
"So, do you think you knocked her up or me? You seemed to like her ass more than her cunt."
We both burst out laughing, his comment cutting through the tension as we sped down the road toward the river beach.
"Hey, I fucked her pussy plenty," I said, smiling and feeling my cock growing.
More silence as we sped toward the beach to regroup.
"And do you believe he has cameras and tape recording in the house? In the bedroom, recording all the fucking and sucking they do," I said.
My adolescent penis was hard in my boxers as I thought of the Johnsons fucking. I had seen them one night going at it. I watched through the windows, and I jacked off as Lance hammered his foot-long cock into blonde Candi's hot little holes. I wondered if he had the cameras installed after he caught his wife and son fucking. He sent the boy away to boarding school. But maybe he suspected mama was still getting young cock.
"I bet he was jealous when he saw the way we fucked those bitches," Steve said. "We did 'em good."
He was right. Those mature women loved our teenage cocks. And we loved giving it to them. My mind flooded with images of those big tits, those wide hips, and those tasty labia that made these past few months a true teen carnal awakening.
I looked over at Steve, who must have been having the same kind of lascivious thoughts. He unzipped his Levi's and was pulling out his four-inch, seventeen-year-old peter. The sight of his cock made the blood flow to my own, and my boxer shorts grew tighter.
"I wonder if he jacks off watching us bang his wife and mother-in-law?” he asked, stroking his hard cock and reaching out to rub my bulging crotch. “Hey, let’s find a place to park, and let's do something with this hardon of mine.”
Steve pushed his pants and briefs to the floor and pulled on his cock and balls. His head was shiny from precum and he began a slo-mo jerk that was turning his little head purple. I found a place in the shade of the beach parking lot and turned off the car.
“Let’s get in the back,” I said as I began to free my surging penis. Steve kicked his shoes and pants off before climbing into the luxurious back seat of my ‘67 Delmont 88. I stepped out of the front and, before scooting into the backdoor, pushed my pants down and felt the cool outdoor air on my bare ass. As soon as I took a seat, Steve, one knee on the floorboard and the other on the bench seat, pushed his cock toward my mouth. I slid down and opened wide.
“Ahh,” he sighed as the warmth and wetness of my oral cavity engulfed his four-inch dick. I pulled on his baby soft ass cheeks and took in the entire length of his 17-year-old cock, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum. “I love it, you cocksucker. You know me best."
I reached for his anus with my index finger and began to rub in circles, applying pressure and feeling how it made his cock surge in my hot mouth. Steve reached down to grab the top of my cock. He squeezed tightly and slid up and down a couple inches. The coarseness of his touch added a little pain to the pleasure of his jerking.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and gasped, "Steve, I love your cock. I want it inside me."
I had lube in the glovebox, and I opened the jar as we shifted positions. We pushed the bench seat all the way forward to give us a little more room in the love nest. Steve was slathering his little cock with Vaseline. I took a bit on a fingertip and inserted it in my tight ass. Then I did two fingers, twisting and turning, stretching my hole. I didn't get fucked in the ass very often; usually I was the top cowboy. But today, I wanted his boner inside me. I wanted to feel full. I was lost in thought of fucking Mrs. Johnson's ass, and I lusted to feel it like she did.
"Oh, Tom, your ass looks so good. Give me that dirty little hole," Steve said, looking outside to make sure we were alone.
We heard sounds of people on the beach -- it was usually students from the nearby junior college this time of day during fall semester—but the coast was clear for our cavorting. I shifted to my hands and knees, putting my ass in the air for Steve to have his way with me.
"Give it to me, you fuck,” I sneered, lost in passion. "I am so ready to be your bitch. Breed me!”
I felt his hands on my tight muscular ass as he pulled one cheek aside and touched my slick anus with a finger. His other hand guided his swelling cock to my butthole. Kneeling on the seat, his finger slipped away from my hole, and I felt the pressure of his cockhead. A little more push, and then the pop.
Steve was up my ass!
My cock swelled as he slid further inside my well-lubed velvety smooth anal canal. The sensation was as if he were ripping my ass open, like fire spreading across my butt cheeks. But it was soon replaced with a delightful mixture of fullness and passion.
"Oh, fuck," I said. My cock grew even harder as his assault on my backside began. My balls began to tighten. "Damn it! Hurts. But don't you fucking stop. Keep pushing, Steve. Give it all to me. I love the feel of that cock in me."
Steve was grunting and sweating as he fought the involuntary push back of my ass chute. His thrusts were short and fast. "Love your ass, buddy,” he said, staring down at my dark hairy hole. “Nice and tight, buddy. Love it."
His hands ran up and down my hairy thighs, occasionally reaching around to rub my dangling ball sac. My cock was like granite and pulsing in unison with his thrusts.
My thoughts wandered to fucking Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Crawford. Those amazingly hot older women have taught us so much about making love and brought us so much pleasure, so many orgasms. What lucky souls we were. And while the old ladies might be leaving, Steve and I still had each other. Even without girlfriends’ pussy and tits, we knew how to please the other, and we could satisfy our animalistic, natural urges for sex and orgasm. New girls would come along, I knew, but for now, having a boyfriend who know how to fuck me sweet and hard was good enough.
I was pushing back like a broncing buck, and Steve was thrusting like a stallion in heat. He was grunting, and his hot breath was hitting my neck, making the hair stand on end. His bare chest was coated in sweat, and it dropped onto my back with his laborious thrusting.
"Ride me, you fucker. Ride me hard," I said, feeling like an ass slut, full and dirty and turned the fuck on.
When he took a pause from thrusting, he slapped my ass with his open hand, swatting me like a racehorse, stinging me, urging me to gallop with a ready-to-explode dick in my ass.
"Oh, god, yes, Steve," I said as I gazed out the window. On the beach, a game of topless volleyball was happening, and I watched tits bounce as my friend bounced in and out of my searing butthole. "You fuck me so good. Keep fucking my ass. I want that hot cum of yours up my butt."
My cock was growing harder, and I felt my balls screaming for release. "Steve." I said breathlessly. "Grab my cock. Keep fucking me, buddy. But beat me. Please."
Steve leaned into me, and I felt his chest come to rest on my sweaty back. His nipples were hard, and he rubbed himself against me. One hand rested on my shoulder, and he pulled me back against his teenage cock. His other hand, still slick with Vaseline, found my cock beneath him and he massaged my pole like a pro. We’d spent countless hours tugging each other and he knew just how to roll the palm of his hand around the helmet of my adolescent ramrod.
We were both going to come soon.
"Tom, your ass is so hot, so tight," Steve breathed on the back of my neck. "I feel my balls getting ready to unload. Do you want my cum, buddy?"
I shoved my ass back as hard as I could, banging my head against the window. My hands slipped beneath me, and I collapsed on the tiny back seat. Steve fell with me and continued short, hard thrusts in my ass.
"Give it to me, Stevie," I cried. "Fuck my ass. Give me your cum."
He only screamed in response as his nuts began the violent push of cum up his cock and into my ass.
"Ahhhh," he shouted. "Here comes my load. Here it fucking comes!"
A final thrust pushed his cock as deep as it would go, and he stopped pumping. I lay still, my cock pressed against the fake leather of the back seat, waiting for the flood to fill my bowels. Steve let loose.
"Ohh, fuck!" he cried at the top of his lungs. "Tom, oh Tom, fucking take my load. God damn! It's so fucking good."
I felt the spurting semen as he unloaded onto my prostate. Each splash caused a surge of blood in my already-granite-hard dick. I tightened my ass cheeks to milk his teen meat as rope after rope of cum flooded deep inside my shithole. I moved slightly, trying to coax the last of his juice into me and he let out a final bestial grunt.
My cock was throbbing and begging for release. I pushed myself up, Steve's full weight on me, and turned over, letting him slide off my sweat-soaked back onto the floor. My bulging peter was pointed straight toward Steve.
"Grab my balls, you ass fucker. Squeeze them and prepare for a shower," I said.
He did just that and I wrapped my hand around my rock-hard cock. It would not take long as my hand furiously flew up and down the length. I slammed my fist into the top of my ball sac and pulled it back up eight inches to the top, reaching the helmet, where I teased the ridges of my cockhead. Steve pulled on my testicles to the point of pain, and I felt the baby batter begin to erupt.
"Oh, fuck it," I said as I began to explode, pushing myself up from the car seat to get a better angle. "Take my fucking come. Here it is, baby, here it is, fucker, here's my cum for you!"
Aiming my cock toward his mouth, Steve opened up and prepared to taste me. "Ahhhggg," I grunted, unable to speak words.
The first stream of cum was right in his mouth and the next glob hit his cheek. He looked lovingly at the slit where I was delivering the orgasmic cream, his tongue out to catch my release. I finished by spraying his bare, teenage chest with my love juice as I closed my eyes and grunted, "Damn!"
We both lay there, staring at the headliner of the car, breathing heavily, our cocks seeping the last of our orgasm. I felt his juices leaking from my gaping asshole, which still burned from his assault.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the window of the car. We sat up, startled, and looked out: the co-eds from the topless volleyball game had been watching our fuck show. We were petrified, but relaxed when they began to applaud.
"Good show, boys," a girl with long red curls and tiny tits said through the window. "Wanna come join us down on the beach? The party is just getting started."
Despite my sore ass and my drained nut sac, I just smiled.
"Be right there," I said, leaning over the kiss Steve, tasting a bit of the salty cum I had just deposited in his mouth. "Let's go."
