"God," Joe moaned.
Jan wasn't quite sure what had gotten into her, but she did noting to restrain her wantonness. She had wanted him ever since she had learned what sex was. She wondered, fleetingly, about her cousin. For someone with no experience, he had shown amazing skill, she decided.
But here and now was what really mattered. The cock in her fist was her father's. She had one finger to the hilt in the ass. She pumped her finger slowly in and out of his tight ring, in time with her pumping on his cock.
She remembered the spasming lump she had felt in him out in the yard, and groped for it with her buggering fingertip, then stroked it in time with her hand-fucking. Her cunt was wet again. She squirmed her thighs together, felt his cum and her juices coating her flesh.
"Jesus," Joe moaned, tossing down the last of his drink.
Jan curled one leg around in front of him so she could scrub her cunt against him as she pumped her finger in his ass and her hand on his cock. Wrapped around his side, she lifted him closer and closer to his erupting peak. She was going to be cumming herself in a second. With a desperate intensity she willed his creamy spurtings to start.
"God" Joe grunted. "Shit!"
It was a word she had never heard her father use before. She knew he was on the verge of cumming and suddenly wished she had a third hand. She wanted to grab the empty glass in front of him and use it to catch his gooey spurtings. She wanted to capture his jism and then, while he watched, drink it!
She imagined his pearly cum slithering over her tongue and down her throat and began to climax. She pressed her crotch hard against the side of his powerful thigh. She felt his cock tremble and jerk in her grasp, saw a-geyser of thick jism shoot up and then fall to the floor. His prick convulsed, and cum actually spattered the bar in front of him. Thick, creamy drops slid slowly down the polished wood.
The lump under her finger was pulsing in time with his cock. She pressed his pumping gland rhythmically, in time with its convulsions. She felt
his anal ring clenching and unclenching around her finger.
She milked his cock of every drop as her own climax faded. When he was done, her finger was driven out by his rectal contractions. Drained and defeated, Joe slumped over. Jan went to get a rag to mop up with. When she came back, her father and his clothes had vanished. After cleaning up quickly, she went to her room to wash up and get dressed before Lil returned.
Jan began plotting ways of getting Paul and her mother together. It was all so logical, they could all have each other and that way no one would have anything to complain about.
Paul had a hard-on so enormous he thought it was going to burnt. His hands shaking, he frantically took off his shirt. Not taking his eyes off the view through the back door of the house, he stripped. His aunt was stretched out, baking in the sun. She was wearing a black bikini that set off her golden tan perfectly.
Naked, his hard-on quivering, Paul paused in the doorway. He stepped out, went down the back steps. The concrete was hot under his bare feet. The sun stung his skin, the breeze dried his sweat where it trickled down from his armpits. He felt his pubic hair stir gently. His cock, a bold shotgun seeking a target, swung heavily with each step.
For a moment he stood over his aunt, gazing down at her voluptuous body. Then he saw the bottle of suntan lotion beside her. Her breathing was so even, her face so relaxed, he assumed she was sound asleep. Picking up the lotion, he squeezed a pool into the palm of one hand. After letting the oil warm for a few moments, he knelt and very gently stroked it onto her bare shoulders.
Lil sighed softly in her sleep.
Encouraged, Paul finished spreading the lotion, then cautiously unhooked the top of her suit. He spread a second handful of cream down her back. She writhed slightly, sensuously, but didn't wake up.
He stroked her skin, his hand skating over her satin flesh.
Paul's hard-on stabbed up from his lap like a flag staff. His insides were melting slowly with desire and love for his aunt. He wondered if she were dreaming, and if so, about him? He had no trouble daydreaming about the night she had comforted him. Well, now it was his turn to comfort her.
The bottom of her suit tied on either side of her hips. Her legs were spread slightly. The material was stretched tight across the lush fullness of her ass. At the top edge was the indentation that marked the beginning of her ass crack.
Cautiously, Paul picked at the knot nearest him. It yielded easily. He teased the back of her suit down, exposing half her ass crack. Then he started to lean across to reach the other knot. She stirred suddenly in her sleep and he hesitated.
When she skipped moving, her legs were spread wider, and her knees were bent slightly. Carefully, Paul knelt between her knees, leaned over and worked the other knot loose. Evidently, she left this one tied when she took off the tight suit bottom. It was harder to untie. Finally he got it loose and carefully exposed the rest of her ass to the bright sunlight.
He studied her carefully. Her golden tan ended where the suit had begun. The moons of her ass cheeks were sleek, flawless, pale, well rounded and exciting. Between her thighs he could see twirling kinks of reddish hair, and the dusky, soft lips of her cunt. The crack of her ass was deep and dark.
If he didn't put suntan lotion on the pale, untanned triangle of skin, she would get a nasty burn. The flesh of her ass was hot, satin smooth,
excitingly fine and soft. His fingers slithered into the deep crack. She moved, lifted her ass, startling him.
She seemed to be inviting him to probe the crevice between her ass cheeks. Intrigued, he explored the valley, slid his oily fingers along it. As he did, she lifted higher, giving him better access to her. He kneaded the lush round masses. His thumbs spread the crack, exposed the valley floor, revealed the dark pucker of her asshole.
Paul's cock throbbed with excitement as he probed his aunt's ass. He feasted his eyes on her cunt. He could see the rippled petals of her inner folds. His cock quivered as he thought of plunging it into her steaming hot depths.
He glanced at her face. She was still asleep. Her mouth was partially open and she was breathing deeply. Tiny beads of sweat glittered on her upper lip. The fine blonde hair on the back of her neck was wet with perspiration that hadn't been there before. She moaned very softly every time she
inhaled.
His thumb touched the depression of her asshole. She heaved in response and her ass surged higher. She whimpered. Her mouth gaped wider and her forehead wrinkled. He touched her asshole again, and got the same reaction. Her ass was high in the air now. Her legs were spread wide. Her knees and her face were still on the blanket.
The pink folds of her emit seemed brighter, more prominent. Abandoning. the mystery of her anal reaction, Paul delicately explored her flushed, moist folds, probed her cunt carefully. Her reaction was exactly the same as it had been to the touch on her asshole. She presented her crotch to him even more invitingly.
His fingers slid deep into her dripping pussy, plumbing the hot slippery depths of her cunt. He probed his thumb into her hole, felt the rippled walls ease aside to admit him. His fingers curled toward the top of her pussy, pried in between the lips and found her clitoris. When he touched it, it wiled away from him. Lil whimpered and her ass shifted nervously.
Paul remembered how he had suddenly found his cock enfolded in that searing tunnel, and his cock throbbed with excitement. A stinging drop of lubricant burned the tip of his prick.
Rising to get his thrusting cock level with her raised cunt, Paul aimed his prick at her pussy. Grasping his rigid tool, he nuzzled the bulbous head into the heart of his aunt's cunt.