There was the first cock she had ever felt that way, from her insides out. Daddy's cock, but that was his and Barbara's secret alone, that had never been shared with anyone else.
There was the second cock she had ever had in her pussy, two days later. Old Mr. Baughman's the janitor's cock, and Barbara's first black one.
And all the rest of the dicks of her fuck hood up to and including Johan's big blond-headed Swedish cock that she had bounced upon and slid down, and down and down and down, grinding out her mindless lust and using his body like a fuck machine for her pleasure alone, coincidentally showing him for the first time in his big hunky life that it was just as possible for a man to be fucked as it was for the man to do the fucking, and sometimes more pleasurable.
Then, of course, here was Erik Swensen's incredible eighteen-year-old cock. That always hard penile projection that rippled with strength and vitality and the promise of enormous dimensions and capabilities yet to come as the teen finally reached maturity in size along with years and experience and expertise.
She could almost taste it in her mouth, the super-slick, overly sensitive cockhead that was normally protected by its own fleshy foreskin hood cover, rock-hard and almost too delicious sliding over her tongue and coating it with meat flavor before butting up snugly against the start of her throat the fat, nearly double-size cock shaft behind his sharply defined coronal ridge seeming to stretch her lips because of its burgeoning fullness. Erik's fever thumping balls nestled against her chin and bobbing faintly all by themselves and laying heavily against her neck, the just beginning blond hairs of it pleasantly tickling her sensitive shoulder flesh.
Her dream was so real she could smell the frantic sweat-streaked aroma of his sex flesh, his hastily wiped buttocks, the faint residue of dried cum from his last fist-fucking session, the dried up piss from a casual dick shaking, the soapy perfume of his satin-slick thighs after his last shower.
And Barbara Jean could even taste his cock. It had a distinctive flavor that she had never encountered before, and it drove her mind wild with passion. Maybe it was because the teen was her nephew, the product of her sister's cunt that was also sweeter than sweet to Barbara Jean. Whatever it was, the flavor lasted and lasted and lasted and she dreamed she could never get enough of mouthing it, of cleaning it with her swirling tongue, of drilling, down into his tiny spasming pisshole and making it wider, deeper, getting at the cunt-spasming source of his special tastiness, his virginal precum.
Barbara's sex dream was so real she could even feel the weight of the teen pressing down on her in the bed, his wild, sparse blond pubic hairs all over her face and his knees pressing into the mattress beside her waist, his fantastic firm buttocks bouncing again and again against her mounding breasts, the nipples already hot and hard and stabbing into his buttocks, his ass crack, one of them occasionally kissing the flexing, outward turning ring of his anus.
She could even hear the sounds that swirled around her dream-filled head. All Erik's passionate moans and sighs. All of Barbara's own slurping, spit and precum mingled cock-mouthing noises.
Her dream was so good, in fact, that she could hardly breathe. Her mouth was too filled with hot hard cock to breathe around it. Her face was too covered with fever-flushed belly. Her nose was filled with too many piss-perfumed blond pubic hairs, tickling her pleasantly. Her lungs cried out for oxygen and their desperate need finally broke through the astonishing vividness of her sex dream and rationality took over.
Barbara Jean awoke, finding a genuine in the flesh hard cock inside her mouth, trying to drill into her throat, and a real genuine in-the-flesh nephew sprawled over her, his naked, cock-hard body pressing her to the mattress and smothering her with passion and desire. Summoning whatever reserve strength she had within herself, she pushed him off her head and twisted it, breathing deeply, gasping loudly and coughing, sputtering, trying to speak to the teen.
"God!" she said, a bit loud. "You startled me! Jesus, what a hard-on. Not that I mind, dear, but you shouldn't have sneaked up on me like this. You've let me sleep through some of the best part."
"Gee," Erik said after he fell back against the pillows, his cockhead popping loudly as it came out of her sucking mouth, sounding like the cork from a champagne bottle. It was all spit slick and precum streaked and sucked red-raw. It slapped sharply up tight against his trim belly and left a moist imprint of its entire length, its broader, flair-rimmed arrowhead-like knob, on the teen's abdomen. "I didn't mean nothing wrong. I was just so… so anxious, I guess."
"It's okay, dear," Barbara Jean said. "Just let me catch my breath and we'll see what we can do about it." While she breathed deep, her chest rising and falling, her tits moving up and down provocatively, she reached over and began toying with his sex flesh.
As Erik spread his legs wide, Barbara's hand scooped in beneath his balls and cupped both of them warmly, kneading them gently while her thumb did delightful things to the base of his cockshaft, pressing into the hard flesh of it rhythmically and coaxing it to yet extra length, extra firmness. Then, to the teen's amazement, her finger that was slick from the spit around his ballsac eased right into the hot, damp crack of his ass. Erik raised his hips slightly to help her do whatever it was she was going to do and he gasped audibly as her fingertip found his anus and began pressing against the sides, ringing it, stretching the sphincter and making it slick and moist.
Then, incredibly, her finger moved right inside his asshole, sliding slickly and without noticeable resistance. The first knuckle was inside his bowels, then the second, then the rest of her long slim finger, and it twisted around and made contact with his nut-like prostate, massaging it in a special way that made the root of his cock turn into molten lava and his balls jerk violently. The sensation was just that good.
"Oh, God, don't do that!" Erik said, his big cock thumping like a jack-hammer and his balls nearly turning into helpless hot liquid. "I can't stand the feel of your finger up my asshole much longer. My balls ache good. My cock hurts better than ever. I'm going to cum, Aunt Babs! Please stop it, and let me fuck you. I've got to cum inside your… your cunt. Oh, please don't, it hurts much good."
Chuckling, Barbara slowly withdrew her finger from his anus, moving it slowly and from side to side so the teen could feel the entire passage of her finger, much like she was going to feel the entire passage of his incredible cock, stretching and filling her cuntal mouth, her pussy lips kissing it nonstop all the way to the fat, broad root.
"Do you think you'll ready for that, Erik." Barbara Jean asked, falling back and spreading her legs, making room for her little nephew between them and pulling at his shoulders, helping position his frame over her, his knees nestling between her legs and the coarse hairs of his legs tickling her legs delightfully.
"Jesus, yes," Erik said, looking down into her wide-spread cuntal mouth, at her clitoris, fat and red and anxious, at the inner lips, holly pink and flexing with anticipation. He grabbed his fuck stick like a baseball bat and nestled the fat cock head of it tight against her clitoris, feeling the warmth of her cunt lips making their first tentative kiss of his cock lips and further firing his determination to, at last, finally, get his cock inside a real live pussy.
Betty Sue Swensen despite all the anxieties of the day and the nearly exhausting, though pleasantly so, cunt-eating session with her sister, was still having troubled sleep. It was the matter of her adultery that was doing it to her, not her incest or her perverted joy in sucking her sister's pussy.