Bobby and Samantha pulled into her mother's driveway at about 6:00 the next morning. Bobby didn't think they had slept for more than an hour last night. Fuck. Swim. Fuck. Pussy licking. Nap. Blow job. Swim. Fuck. Nap. On and on.
It had seemed as if as soon as one of them had started to snooze, the other would begin rubbing crotches. Finally, as the sun started to peek above the quarry wall, no amount of coaxing would allow Samantha to get her boyfriend stiff again. They cleaned up their site and loaded up the car.
The roof was now up and both were dressed when they left the quarry. Pulling into the driveway, Samantha noticed that neither her car nor her mother's cars were around. The two women must have stayed over in Hugh's motel room. Leaning towards Bobby to kiss him goodbye, she placed her hand on his lap. By now, her boyfriend had rested enough so that an erection returned.
"Okay, Bobby. One last blow job, and then it's goodbye."
Looking around the streets, deserted at this hour, she pulled her dress off. Pulling his straining cock from his pants, she put her head into his lap, and swallowed him whole, right down to the balls. She began sucking and bobbing her head, feeling the steady throb of his massive prick. An answering throb of lust was building up in her pink tunnel, and she slipped a hand down to her cunt, and started fingering her burning pussy, sliding her fingers across her twitching clit.
Just then, Samantha's mother and aunt drove into the oversized driveway. Pulling up to each side of the Cadillac, they stopped and got out. Hugh had been a real fireball, and both women had gotten all their hot horny holes plugged and had sucked 2 thick loads out of him before they all collapsed in a satisfied heap.
While Bobby had noticed them arrive, Samantha hadn't, and Bobby's concerns could not overcome the waves of pleasure Samantha's mouth and tongue were imparting. The two women approached the car.
Alexandra smiled and said, "How's it going, Bobby?"