Exhausted, Jimmy rolled off of his mount between her legs, popping his fuck-wilted cock out of her gripping pussy. Sandra stared contentedly at her bedroom ceiling as the jism dripped slowly from her cunt.
There was nothing she loved more than sucking and fucking with her brother. The only thing she still craved was a taste of her father's cock. Sandra had barely had a chance to speak to her Uncle Lou and cousin Wendy, who'd just moved into the basement of their big, suburban home the night before.
They seemed like nice people, but that wasn't important. All that mattered to Sandra was that her privacy not be disturbed. She only prayed that, with two more people in the house, she'd still be able to fuck her big brother as often as she liked.
CHAPTER THREE
Gee, I'm horny today, Wendy thought. It was early in the afternoon and Wendy had just finished putting the last of her clothes into the tall bureau by the wall. Now there was nothing to do but play with her cunt.
Naked except for one of her father's long t-shirts, the horny daughter flopped on the bed at immediately spread her nubile thighs, whimpering as she stuck a finger into her gooey, black-haired cunt. Why did Daddy have to drive downtown for the afternoon? She wondered peevishly. He could have just stayed home and fucked my juicy cunt!
Wendy pulled the bottom of the shirt up to her belly, spreading her legs wider and wiggling her ass as she stuck a second finger into her creamy cunt. She thought hungrily of her father's huge, throbbing cock as she jacked herself off. She wanted to fuck her father more than ever now that they had a new home, but she also knew that was probably the reason he'd gone on the errands. He was afraid of fucking her here, as much as he wanted to. He was afraid of being caught.
But nobody could catch them! The walls and door were thick and they would have had plenty of time to hear anyone coming down the stairs to the basement. Wendy glanced at the slit-like windows just under the ceiling. That was about the only way for anyone to see them, she thought. And the windows had drapes.
Suddenly curious about what was out there, Wendy stopped playing with her pussy and hopped off the bed. She grabbed a chair and, placing it against the wall, climbed onto it to peek through the narrow windows. At first all she saw was a pound level view of the backyard garden. Then she happened to notice her Uncle Bob, pulling some weeds about ten feet away.
It was a hot day, and all Uncle Bob had on were a pair of denim cut-offs. Wendy felt her pussy burning as she looked at his thigh and back muscles. Then Bob twisted toward her, and Wendy gasped as she saw his prick fall out of the leg opening of his shorts.
The glimpse only lasted an instant. Bob hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his cut-offs and went back to pulling weeds. But the image of his prick burned itself into Wendy's brain and she felt her furry pussy actually pulsating with lust.
Boy, Uncle Bob really had a big cock! It looked just as big as her daddy's cock! Wendy's brain spun as she imagined the possibilities. It sure would be nice to have another man around the house to fuck!
Acting impulsively, Wendy opened the sliding window and waved at him.
"Oh, Uncle Bob! Could you help me in here for a minute, please?"
Bob twisted toward the window. "What is it?" he called back.
Wendy thought quickly. "It's… It's a big box I can't move by myself! I have to put it on top of the bureau! Could you come down and help me for a minute?"
Bob shrugged and walked back to the house. Wendy glanced at herself in the mirror, smoothed her long, dark hair and tugging the t-shirt down to barely cover the cheeks of her small, pert ass. The t-shirt wouldn't stay down for long, she thought happily. As soon as Uncle Bob came in, she'd give him a shot of pussy he'd remember for a long, long time.
A second later she heard the stairs creaking. Bob entered the basement apartment, and Wendy saw how his eyes immediately widened to gaze at her legs and lush body.
"I hope you don't mind my being dressed like this, Uncle Bob," she said innocently. "I was going to change into something else when I went upstairs."
"No, that's okay," Bob smiled. "After all, a kid your age can get away with wearing just about anything. Now which box did you need lifted?"
A kid, huh? Wendy felt her cheeks burning at her uncle's casual remark. Well, she'd soon show him just how much of a kid she really was!
"This one, Uncle Bob," said Wendy, pointing to one of the heavier bases at random. "Oooh, I almost forgot! I have to take something out first…"
Wendy stepped in front of her uncle, her back facing him as she leaned over the box. Slowly, carefully, she bent over. As she reached into the box to withdraw a book she felt the t-shirt lifting over her ass cheeks, completely exposing her furry, drippy pussy and puckered asshole to her uncle behind her.
When she had the book and turned back to face him, Wendy saw how well her ploy had worked. Uncle Bob's face was flushed and he looked suddenly nervous. His eyes flitted rapidly from her innocently questioning face to he slender young body under the t-shirt. Best of all, Wendy could see an obviously enormous cock swelling and thickening in his shorts.
"Uh, Wendy, I really think it would be better if you… a… started wearing panties," Bob stammered. "You… er… reveal quite a bit of yourself when you bend over like that."
"But what do you mean, Uncle Bob? What's wrong with bending over like this?"
Wendy turned and beat over again, even lower this time, so that the t-shirt hem lifted all the way to the small of her back. She felt her ass cheeks spreading and knew that she was giving her uncle a gorgeous shot of her small, pink, hairless asshole. When she stood up and faced him again, his face was as red as a beet.
"It's because you're exposing yourself, Wendy," Bob repeated, in a more and more nervous voice.
"Golly, Uncle Bob," Wendy said, opening her eyes, pointing shamelessly at his crotch. "IS that why you've got such a big hard-on?"
Bob gasped and stared at the bulging front of his shorts. His huge cock was as hard as iron, pulsing in a lurid trunk of cock flesh through the denim. He obviously had a real whopper. Wendy felt her pussy pulsing as she fell to her knees in front of him, facing his bulging crotch.
"Lemme see it, Uncle Bob," she said huskily.
"Let you see what?" Bob sputtered. "Wendy, what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm taking out your cock, Uncle Bob! That's what!"
Moving quickly before he summoned up the nerve to resist her, Wendy unbuckled his shafts and whipped down the zipper. The cut-offs dropped to his ankles. Wendy gasped as she ogled the longest prick she'd ever seen in her life.
It was at least ten inches from base to tip, a full inch longer than her father Lou's horse prick. Lou's cock was thicker than Uncle Bob's, but not by much. Wonderingly Wendy gazed at her uncle's blood-swollen cock pole, watching lasciviously as ill ten inches jerked and pulsed obscenely up and down.
"Uncle Bob, I'm sorry I gave you a hard-on by showing you my pussy like that," Wendy purred, wrapping her hand tightly around the veined shaft of his prick. "Maybe I better make it feel better by sucking on it some, huh?"
"Wendy, for God's sake…"
Bob's protest was interrupted as his sexy niece bent forward, pursing her lips on the flared tip of his cock. Delicately Wendy licked her uncle's tasty cock head, lapping the salty-tasting cum goo from the trough made by his piss hole.
Her licking made Uncle Bob's big cock throb and twitch much harder. Knowing now that she had him completely under the spell of her talented mouth, Wendy let her lips part slowly, sucking in the first several inches of his rock-hard prick. She clasped her lips in a tight, hungry circle around the blue-veined shank of his prick.