(Sequel to the Story of Boston by RECCCtangle)
A blonde skinny girl, Beth, got pushed up against a bed, her panties hanging by her ankles. Her blouse was unbuttoned to show off her breasts, her boobs pushed together tightly in her pink lacy bra. The man's, Richard's, face drew closer to her pussy, about to give her the time of her life. His tongue delved into her cunt, taking a slow long lick, before retreating and looking Beth into the eyes. His voice was husky, and spoke in a redneck accent, "It tastes like apple butter!"
"Yes, its my mom's speciality," Beth replied, her voice more western than his. "Ain't that right, mama?"
A "Yeeeeehaaaaw dawgy!" sounded from her vagina, the accent matching Beth's. "You got that right, girly!"
Richard bowed his head to look into the girl's pussy. As he looked in, he saw the fleshy walls, as expected, but as he looked further in, he saw a table? A woman with an apron around her waist holding a spatula with hair done up so high it made her look like a drag queen. A man sat at the table with reading glasses on looking at a piece of flesh, a real chubby boy with a striped boy with a fleshy lollipop, an old man sitting in the corner with a big green puffy jacket, and two look-alike kids dancing around, arms linked.
"Hello?" Richard greeted.
"Well, howdy there, partner! What brings you here to this side of the Cunt?" The woman asked.
"Wha-"
"You must be here to meet my family! Go on! Introduce y'all selves," she said. "I'm Beth's mama, Balancha. This here's my husband, Bob."
"Howdy do, sir," said the man with glasses.
"This here's my nephew, Billy."
"Hey there!" said the chubby boy.
"That over there is Bill Boston Burthom, he don't talk much. He ain't apart the family, we just picked him off the street."
The old man grunted.
"These my youngins, Blandin and Balancho."
The twins dancing around took a break to greet Richard.
"Howdy sir!"
"Hi mister!"
"And Beth's my oldest," Balancha said.
Before Richard could say anything, Balancha continued. "You here to be 'part of this here family?"
"Uh, no ma'am. I came here to give ya daughter the time of her life."
"Y'all going on a cruise or some'm?" asked the father.
Richard rolled his eyes. "No, I mean some'm like this," he said as he stuck a long finger in and pushed it in and out.
Beth squealed, "That there tickles!"
The finger came straight for Bob's head. He grunted and ducked, the finger slamming into their kitchen. Balancha screamed, "What ya doin' that fo?"
Bill Boston Burthom took out an umbrella. Everyone looked at him. Blandin and Balancho screamed together, "It's gonna be a floodin like '86!"
Everyone started screaming and got up on the countertops. "There she blows!" screamed Balancha. A flood of cum came out and rested on the floor.
"Oh no! It's just like that one time Beth ate asparagus! We barely survived that time!" screamed Billy.
Another wave came, and they all held on to the walls and held their breath.
"Stop movin', y'all. Yur makin' it hard to control," said Beth.
Another wave came and Billy screamed as a mouthful of cum came into his mouth. The wave died down and Billy was crying.
"How much times I gotta tell you to not drink the saltwater?" Balancha asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, mama. It tastes like yur apple butter."
"Y'ain't gonna survive wit that attitude," Bob said.
Another wave came, and Bill Boston Burthom almost fell out of Beth's vagina.
"No, Bill!" screamed Blandin.
"Hold on tight, sir!" screamed Balancho.
"Hold on, guys! I have just a few more," Beth huffed.
"We ain't surviving with a 'few more.' Beth, we're dying!" screamed Balancha.
"I'll push 'em out at once, alrighty guys?" asked Beth. "1.. 2.. 3!"
All at once, her juices flew out like a hazardous stream, sending every last one of them undercum. Beth lay there panting, while everyone inside helped each other up and asked if each other was okay.
"Where's Bill?" asked Blandin.
"Oh God, Bill Boston Burthom's gowne!" screamed almost everyone.
They all teared up and Richard ate Bill Boston Burthom. Bill Boston Burthom's last words were, "Gawd Dammit, not agayn."
