A backyard BBQ orgy

There was a barbecue going on, all right—that much we’d been honest about. Dad was at the grill with an apron on, cooking up some burgers and hotdogs. However, that apron was the only stitch of clothing being worn between the four of us. Over on the patio nearby, Tim and I were in the middle of fucking my mom—both of us in her pussy, at that moment, with me lying beneath mom groping her tits, and Tim on top kissing her. Mom’s face and boobs were already well-covered in cum from earlier rounds of fucking, and so much was oozing out of her pusy between our two cocks that we were making ridiculously loud squelching noises with each thrust.

Tim’s parents were totally shocked at seeing us all naked and fucking, of course, but we didn’t let them have much time to react. Tim, Mom and I promptly interrupted our fucking and stood up, and my dad temporarily took off his apron and left the barbecue on low heat, and all four of us walked over to greet our guests. With the four of us striding towards them totally nude—Tim and I both sporting massive hard-ons that bounced around as we walked, and everybody but my dad spackled liberally with cum—Tim’s parents were pretty shell-shocked by our surreal greeting. They became even more stunned when we revealed that not only did we all know everything they’d done with Tim the night before, but that we’d already been doing the same thing ourselves for weeks.

“I can’t believe it!” Tim’s mom, Angela, exclaimed, her face showcasing a look of incredible amazement. “You mean you’ve all been … fucking over here, every day?” she asked us, directing her question mostly to Tim.

“Yep,” Tim confirmed smugly.

“I just can’t believe it,” Tim’s dad, David, echoed his wife. “I mean … here Angela and I’ve been planning this thing with Tim for … well, for ages…. But then you lot go and start it up practically by accident! Unbelievable….” he shook his head, chuckling.

We all laughed. “It is pretty ironic, when you look at it like that,” my dad agreed.

Once we assured them that we fully intended for them to join us in the no-holds-barred orgy they’d walked in on, Tim’s parent’s couldn’t wait to get their own clothes off. My dad went back to cooking for the time being, while the rest of us helped induct Tim’s parents as the newest members of our little group. At first Tim’s parents were fixated on the idea of the mother-son ****, and their own young-stud-replaces-the-husband fetish. They assumed that Tim would fuck his mom, while I’d fuck mine, and expected that Tim’s dad would just sit and watch while jerking off, thinking that my own dad had been on the sidelines when they arrived by design, and not merely because somebody had to do the cooking, and he was the best barbecue chef among us.

It wasn’t long before we disabused Tim’s parents of their limited imaginations when it came to sexual arrangements, however. Since Tim had already had the chance to fuck his mom last night, as well as enjoyed the opportunity to fuck mine for weeks, Tim graciously offered me the chance to play the part of the younger guy with the big dick in his mom’s fantasy, while Tim would resume enjoying himself with my own mother.

Fucking Angela Hawkins was an amazing experience for me. She was a bit shy at first, not really knowing me very well except as the friend Tim often spent time with, but since this was an orgy, not a date, we quickly moved past the getting-to-know-you stage and got right to the fucking-you-silly stage of the relationship.

Angela was a very pretty blond with fairly large breasts (albeit not quite as large as my own mom’s). She was about five years older than my own mom, but that only meant she was in her late thirties (Tim had been born when his parents were young, too, albeit not as young as mine had been when they’d had me). Being relatively young and very pretty—not to mention stacked—was the main reason she had never had any trouble picking up younger men to fuck on her Saturday nights with her husband: even if it meant letting her husband watch, there weren’t too many guys who would turn a woman as hot as Angela Hawkins down. although they weren’t quite as big as my own mom’s.

Angela was only the second woman I’d ever slept with, and the first had been my own mom. Now, while fucking my extremely hot mom had been amazing, and continued to be profoundly satisfying in many ways, the familiarity between us made sex a very personal, intimate experience every time. Fucking Angela, who was practically a stranger to me on a personal level, was all about physical lust, and this was a very different experience than anything I was used to.

And so, even though I privately thought that Angela wasn’t quite as hot as my own mom, the fresh experience of being with a new lover, and one with whom I had a completely physical experience, without any emotional investment, spiced things up and made it a more exciting fuck than most. In fact, I came after just a couple of minutes, but I was so turned on that I just kept right on fucking her, and even flipped Tim’s mom over to do doggy-style her on the lawn chair we’d occupied.

I was too preoccupied to notice that I had an avid audience until my dad called out that the burgers were ready. I looked up at the sound of his call, and saw Tim’s dad standing right next to his wife and I, grinning from ear to ear as he jerked off while watching me give his wife the screwing of her life. Not wanting my burger to get cold, I increased the pace of my thrusting even more. Remembering what Tim had told me about his dad’s fondness for creampies, however, I got an idea.

“Hey, Tim!” I called. “Bring my burger over here, would you?” I asked. “And hurry!”

“Get your own!” my buddy called back from by the grill, but when he glanced over and noticed what I was in the middle of doing, the amused look on his face changed, and he quickly grabbed a burger and rushed over to join his parents and I. I could see that he didn’t exactly know what I had planned, but he trusted that whatever it was, he wanted in on it.

“Open it up,” I told him.

Tim pulled the top bun off the burger, and my friend grinned when he realized what I intended. I could tell that his dad still didn’t get the idea, however, since his face was awash with confusion over my apparent preoccupation with food while I clearly had more important things to worry about—such as fucking his hot wife.

With Tim now on standby by my side, I redoubled my efforts at fucking his mom: I even put a hand underneath her to rub her clit at the same time as I continued to drive my cock into her pussy from behind. Weeks of training and experience with my mom had taught me well, and although Angela Hawkins was far les easy to get off than my hair-triggered mother, I was soon able to bring the older woman to orgasm.

With Angela taken care of, I finally let go of all control. After just a couple more strokes into her pussy to finish myself off, I hurriedly pulled out, and pointed my dick at the burger Tim was holding at the ready. Tim helped me out: holding the burger with one hand and the end of my cock with the other, better able to control my aim than I was on my own in the middle of a body-shaking orgasm. Without needing to worry about aim, I kept my eyes on Tim’s dad to see his reaction. I saw that he was pretty shocked to see his son handle another guy’s cock so casually, obviously being completely used to it, and from the way his dick stiffened and leapt in his hand, I could tell that he both appreciated what he was watching, and was excited by what it implied: he finally realized why I’d wanted a burger on hand before I’d finished fucking his wife.

After I finished cumming onto the burger, I let Tim replace the top bun, then I took it from him.

“You’re gonna eat it?” David asked me, grinning. I could tell that he thought it was an extremely hot idea, and smiled.

“Nope. You are,” I told my friend’s dad.

“Oh!” he said, surprised to hear me offer him the chance to eat a burger topped with my own cum. Then his grin returned, and he gladly took the burger I was offered and took a big bite, chewing it with gusto.

I gently elbowed Tim, then surreptitiously nodded towards his dad’s stiff prick encouragingly.

Tim gave me a questioning, sidelong glance, as if asking if I was sure.

I nodded, giving my friend’s shoulder a gentle shove.

Tim smirked gamely, and while his dad was lustily munching on my cum-burger, he knelt down and swiftly took his dad’s hard-on into his mouth to begin blowing him.

“Whoa!” David exclaimed, with his mouth half-full of hamburger and jism. “Tim!? Oh … oh, man, that’s … good.”

“Your son’s a great cock-sucker, Mr. Hawkins,” I assured him. “Tell me: does he get it from his mom … or his dad?” I asked with a snarky grin.

David gaped at me, and Angela—who had recovered from her intense orgasm by now—laughed.

“Both, I think,” she declared. “Even after everything you guys told us, we were afraid to tell you David liked to suck the other guys’ dicks, when they let him. We were afraid of how you all—and especially Tim—might react. You never said you guys were already doing it, too!”

I grinned at Angela in response. “Why don’t you sit down next to your wife?” I suggested to her husband.

Angela was actually reclining on her side on the lawn chair, so David sat down near her hip, so that she was wrapped around him. Tim moved along with his dad, impressively not letting his father’s cock slip out of his mouth even for a moment during the entire movement.

Once David was seated, I stood next to the whole Hawkins family, and gently pulled both of Tim’s parents’ head in close to my crotch so that the two of them could join forces to blow me together.

My own parents soon appeared, and my mother had two burgers with her. She gave one to Angela, who gave up on her part of my blowjob to eat, and the other to me. My parents had already eaten theirs, and David had obviously had his. That only left Tim without his dinner at that point, but my mom said that she didn’t want to interrupt their first father-son blowjob, so he could eat later.

Positions got even more complicated with the addition of the two new participants, but from time to time things simplified again when people paired off for a while, before eventually rejoining the rest of the group.

Tim never did get a chance to eat his burger, but by the end of the night he declared that between me and both of our dads, he’d swallowed so much cum that he didn’t feel like he could have managed to eat one, anyway. Angela and my mom both agreed that they regretted eating their own dinners for that very reason, but David felt exactly the opposite: not only did he get the chance to suck at least one load of cum out of every guy’s dick before the night was out, but he even ate a second burger, this time topped with cum from all four of us.

When it started to get late, and we were all pretty exhausted from hours of nearly non-stop fucking, we all agreed that a backyard barbecue like this one would have to be a new tradition to replace the Hawkins’ Saturday date night. David and Angela then tried to say goodnight, but the rest of us laughed at them.

“You think you’re going home?” my dad chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Yeah, the only place any of us is going is up to bed,” I said. “The only thing you should be wondering is: ‘are we going to make it back home in the morning at all?'”

Angela and David grinned broadly and walked upstairs with us to the bedroom, arm-in-arm with their naked son.