But no kiss came.
Instead she felt his hand awkwardly pushing between her spread thighs, his rough fingers opening the lips of her cunt. And at last the sudden, slicing entry of his rod.
Hard and deep, he drove into her. Thick and swollen, the massive stalk of her husband's sex drilled into the hot, lusty pocket of her pussy. She groaned, grateful for the stiff invasion of her wanton body.
He felt good. He filled her, his bulky tool stretching the spongy folds of her vagina. She moaned, squeezing down around him. She squeezed, making herself as tight as possible for him, giving him as much pleasure as she could.
"Yesss," she whispered. "God, yes!"
His hips jerked up, his fat rod slithering from the molten recesses of her cunt. She quivered, anticipating the lunging stroke that would drive him back into her.
Down he slammed into her. Deeply his manhood sliced into the liquid warmth of her trembling cunt. Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him tightly to her. She closed her eyes and silently prayed that this would be the time – that this time would be what she wanted and needed.
Rapidly now, Frank's pelvis rose and fell. In and out his swollen cock pistoned within the willing mouth of her belly. She prayed harder, her own desires rising with each lunging shaft of his prick.
Then Frank shuddered.
His hips thrusted down, driving his throbbing lance deeply into the gash of her sex. He trembled, his lust and need gushing from the tip of his cock and flooding into her vagina. For a moment, he lay there atop her, then rose, his limp penis sliding from her body.
Without a word, Frank crawled back to his sleeping bag. He reached up to extinguish the lantern, then rolled to his side to sleep.
It was over. Just like that, it was over!
Mona, feeling vulnerable and used, stared up into the blackness filling the tent, trying to stem the flood of tears welling in her eyes. It had been no different than all the times before, no different at all! And she had no idea what to do!
"You shameless bitch!" Jason Jefferies chided his wife. "Seducing your own nephew!"
Without a word, Liz ran a hand down over the hardness of her husband's stomach, eventually finding the bone-hard spike of manmeat jutting from his crotch. She squeezed the rigid rod, her fist jacking along its length. The man lying beside her in the double sleeping bag moaned with pleasure.
"And you called me shameless!" she teased him. Her other hand cupped the bag hanging from his scrotum and toyed with his weighty testicles. "You're as hard as a rock!"
He was! But then that was exactly what she expected. Her husband's reaction to her sexual encounters was always the same. Her recounting of what had happened between Phil and her beside the mountain pool had been no different. It turned Jason on.
And that, in turn, was doing all sorts of warm, sexy things within her.
"We're both shameless." Jason chuckled softly, his own hands sliding from her shoulders to caress the pillowy balls of her tits.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed softly while his fingers lovingly kneaded the pliant flesh of her breasts. Jason understood her and her needs. When they made love, it was that – love. "Not shameless, free."
They were free, she realized. It was during such moments as this that it became obvious just how free they were. How many women could tell their husbands they had just balled their teenage nephew and find their husbands ready and willing to make love to them? The number she knew could be counted on one finger – her. And Liz realized just how lucky she was.
For the majority of married couples, she realized, her confession would have brought unreasonable anger which would have led to the divorce court. But for Jason and her, the sharing of their sexual adventures only brought them closer together. And it always led to their own love-making, which was the best part. Despite their open marriage and the other sexual partners they both had known, they still loved each other and still found the deepest satisfaction in each other's arms. The extra-marital encounters were like icing on the cake.
"Oh!" Jason's fingers found her nipples and scissored around them. A hot, exciting thrill of pain and pleasure rushed through Liz's body. She felt the sleeping buds of flesh come to life, fattening and swelling with desire.
Then his mouth was on hers. She opened her lips and accepted the flicking tongue that slithered forward. Playfully, he teased her, taunting at the roof of her mouth and twirling around her own tongue.
Gently, she bit down, trapping the cajoling oral digit. Then she sucked, hard and long. Her action was a promise of things to come, a promise she had every intention of fulfilling. To make sure he knew so, she squeezed tightly at the thick stalk of cock she held. Jason moaned, his prick throbbing and twitching in her grasp.
When she at last released his tongue, she scooted down, kissing her way over his neck, chest and stomach, moving toward the target of her desire. She felt Jason throw back the top of the sleeping bag, giving her more room to maneuver, as well as giving him room to roll onto his back.
She lifted her head a bit and tenderly kissed the plum-like crown of his cock. He trembled beside her, quivering with arousal. She smiled to herself, knowing the pleasure she gave to the man at her side.
With mounting relish, she ran her moist tongue over the swollen head of his sex. She bathed the turgid knob, licking and laving it, enjoying its smooth, yet demanding feel. And when her tongue returned to her mouth, she tasted him. It was a taste that only served to stoke the flames of her want. It was a slightly saline flavor she had come to love during her years with this man.
Her lips parted wide, then wider. Her head tilted forward once again. Down onto the pulsing staff of sex she moved. Over the velvet carpet of her tongue she took him, accepting the ponderous mass of his cock. She swallowed him, his glans throbbing against the back of her throat.
Then she sucked.
Pulling upward she sucked, her cheeks hollowing. The man beside her moaned. His groin tightened. She felt as his testicles rose in the wrinkled sac she still held.
Downward she moved again, the length of his cock filling her face, moving into her throat, then upward, sucking at his fat root. She loved the feel of him, the virile life that throbbed within this fleshy column of pleasure.
It would have been enough to just lie there, feeling him within the shelter of her mouth. But it was not enough for her husband.
As she eased up the rigid rod of his prick once again, Jason managed to swing himself around, his head ducking between the spread of her satin thighs. She moaned around the mouthful of cock she sucked when his lips pressed against the womanly knoll of her shaven pubis.
While her tongue and lips busied themselves with the turgid length of his cock, his lips and tongue eagerly began to work on her cunt.
Warm and moist, the feathery touch of his tongue taunted at pink slit of her pussy. Up and down he ran his cajoling oral digit, teasing over the plump lips of her labia, but never delving into the moist crease of her sex. Electric thrills coursed through her. She moaned, sucking harder at the pulsating pole of cock filling her face.
As if her own eagerness spurred him on, his tongue suddenly speared inward. Like a miniature penis, he thrusted it into the moist heat of her cunt. In an involuntary reaction, her pelvis pushed forward, helping his oral impalement.
Swirling sensations of sexual heat radiated out from the hot core of her body. His tongue licked over the folds of her cunt. He toyed with her, feeding the flames of desire rising in her body. In and out his marvelous tongue worked. He ate at her, sucking away the constant flow of female juices flooding the cleft of her loins.
Simultaneously, his hips began to rock back and forth. While he flicked her with his tongue, he was fucking her face with his cock. She welcomed and accepted the gentle pistoning of his prong. She sucked and licked at his unbending cock, eating at him while his tongue reamed the hot socket of her desire.