Virginia hadn't slept more than a couple of hours when the bus stopped in a small town, rousing her from sleep. By the time she got the cobwebs from her brain, the bus was in motion again and she noticed the boy and his mother had gotten off. She didn't look around to see if the man who had fucked her was still there; she was sure he was.
Her cunt felt a little sore, and she chastised herself for her lewd behavior. For twenty years of marriage she had been a chaste, even at times prudish woman, and God, look at her now! Her sexual appetite had gown to monstrous proportions. She had to get control of her emotions, to curb her appetite. Yet, fucking was so much fun, such a marvelous feeling. She knew it would be difficult to stop now.
She saw a road sign through the window and realized the next stop was hers. It had been a long time since she'd seen Jerry, six years to be exact. She had never liked Joan, his wife, whom she felt was too flashy, too flirty, and too brazen. She had missed seeing Jerry, though, and their son, Jay. He was only seven when she'd seen him jut. He was nineteen now. Unbelievable.
When the bus came to a halt, she glanced out the window and saw them waiting for her. She left the bus without looking back. Jerry grabbed her in his arms and whirled her around. "It's so good to see you, Sis!" he cried, kissing her on both cheeks.
"It's been too long, Jerry. I've missed seeing you so much, but don't you dare look at me. I'm a mess." Her dress was badly wrinkled and she knew her makeup was all gone. "Damn buses," she whispered, "I tossed and turned all night long." She knew she was lying, and blushed, yet felt strangely marvelous.
She was startled at the appearance of her sister-in-law; she had never approved of the marriage. Joan wore a short-short skirt and a terribly tight blouse. She obviously wore no bra since both her nipples poked through the thin blouse like they were buttons. She looks like one loose, hot fuck, and in front of her young son, Virginia thought.
She was even more startled with her nephew. He had grown so, almost as tall as she, and was so slim and perfect-looking. She threw her arms around him and kissed him almost on the mouth, but not quite. "You've grown so much, Jay. I remember you as just a little guy, but look at you now." She held him at arm's length.
Jew' loaded her bags in the car and drove straight home. She immediately took a hot bath and put on fresh clothes. When she emerged fresh and crisp, they had a round of brandy to toast her visit. Even Jay got a drink, something he usually didn't. He was quite taken with his lovely, full-bodied aunt who showed a definite interest in him.
Joan had a big meal planned, and after the toast, retired to the kitchen. Virginia followed, eager to make herself helpful wherever she could.
"How's that big stud of a husband of yours?" Joan asked.
Virginia thought it was strange the way she phrased the question, but shrugged it off. "Well, he's still a big stud," she said, then giggled in spite of herself. "And getting bigger every day."
"Really?" Joan gasped.
"Yes, really," Virginia said, "you should see him."
"God, I'd love to," Joan said almost under her breath.
Virginia assumed that Joan was talking about the size of the man, but Joan was thinking about the size of Harvey's cock. She knew he was hung like a horse because she had been skewered on his huge, curved prick. He'd fucked the shit out of her.
She remembered it well, even though it had happened six years ago. They were on vacation and had stopped for a few days visit. It was hot summer day and Virginia, Jerry, and Jay had gone to the zoo. Joan begged off because she had a headache. She was on the patio in shorts and halter when Harvey came home from work. Hewn a big man, though at that time thirty pounds lighter, and still had most of his hair. He Was quite an imposing figure.
"Where's the rest of the mob?" he asked when he stepped out to the patio.
"They went to the zoo," Joan answered.
"And left you here?"
"I had a terrific headache," she said. "It's better now. I took a couple of aspirin."
He looked down at the remarkable young woman lying on the chaise lounge and drooled. She was only twenty-three and exquisitely proportioned. She was a beauty, too, blue-eyed and blonde. "What you really need is a drink. I'll do the honors," he said.
He turned with two tall, cool drinks and handed one to Joan. He put his on the glass-topped, wrought-iron table and pulled off his tic. His coat and white shirt came next. He picked up his drink and sat on the lounge chair beside Joan.
" like hairy men," Joan said, running her fingers through the mat that covered his chest.
" cc beautiful young women," Harvey answered, and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"You shouldn't do that, Harvey," she said. "I'm married to your wife's brother."
'That makes it more exciting," Harvey said.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" She let him kiss her.
"Is Ruthie. home?" Harvey asked.
"No. She went swimming, said it would be late."
"Good," Harvey said, undoing the knot on her halter.
He pulled away the band of cloth and put his mouth over the pink cap of her tit. The nipple rose in his mouth.
"Oh, Harvey, you mustn't!" she cried, but she made no attempt to stop him.
He had both nipples standing up proud before he let his mouth slide wetly down her stomach to her deep navel. Joan moaned and raised her belly against his mouth, his hands already fumbling at the clasp on her shorts. She raised higher and he pushed them down over her butt. When he got them below her knees, she raised her feet, let them slide to her ankles, and kicked them free.
He looked at the mass of soft, blond curls, and buried his face in her fuzzy beaver. Her legs were open wide and his tongue went into her wet, slippery gash.
"Oh, Harvey… eat me, eat me good!" she cried. His tongue slid along her slit and curled around her throbbing clit. "Oh, fuck! Honey, that is good! You're making me so horny!"
Harvey nibbled at her pussy until she was writhing in ecstasy. Joan liked having her cunt eaten, even if Jerry wasn't too sold on the idea. He did it only occasionally, so she was really turned on when she found a man that really dug the art, and Harvey certainly dug the art. He loved to eat pussy. He relished her copious juices as they wet her cunt and spread the taste of hot female over his tongue and through his mouth;
When she was thoroughly aroused, he raised his face from her snatch and got to his fret. "I'm going to fuck you, Joan," he said, unbuckling his belt.
"God, I hope so. Fuck me, you big bastard! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!" she wailed, tossing her head wildly frown side to side.
He pushed down his pants, his massive dong tenting out the front of his shorts. Spreading out the front of his shorts, he let his cock pop out, hard and throbbing.
"My God!" Joan gasped. She reached out and grabbed his rod in her hand. She had never seen such a big cock.
He came down on top of her, his cock jabbing between her legs. She got a hold of it again and guided it to her cunt, and gave a little scream as his prick pushed up inside her box. She was very wet. and with little effort, he was in her cunt balls deep.
Joan grunted with pleasure. "Goddamn, that feels good. I had no idea a really big cock could feel so much better. Fuck me!"
Harvey felt his cock all the way up inside her cunt, felt the way her young pussy squeezed around his shaft, felt the way it sucked on his cock like a hungry vacuum cleaner.
"God, Joan," he gasped, "I had no idea you'd be this easy!"
"Don't get insulting, big man, or I might not you get off," she said. She was breathing hard and bunching up to meet his fuck thrusts.
"You're a cinch, baby. A push-over, an easy lay. How many guys in that little jerky town you live in had the use of your choice body? A bunch, I'll bet," he said, knowing there was no way she could get him off now, even if she wanted to, and he was sure she didn't.
"Just shut up and fuck, you son of a bitch! Jesus, it feels good!" she said, moving her arms over his back, sliding her fingers through the hair. He had almost as much on his back as he did on his chest.
"You like to fuck,. don't you?" he said.
"God, yes! Hold me tight, honey, and go slow and easy. Make it last. Fuck me the rest of the afternoon.
There was no way Harvey was going to make it last the rest. of the afternoon, not the way her pussy was holding his cock in a vise of hot wet flesh. It didn't matter, anyway, because she was on the verge of coming, and it was going to be one of those explosive comes, the kind where every nerve tickled with excitement. Her knees came up to press tightly against his hips when it started.
"Keep fucking! Harder! Faster! I'M COMING!" she screamed.
Harvey felt her twisting and jerking beneath him, but was determined to hold out, determined to bring her off at least one more time. He wanted this hot little bitch to know she had been fucked by a man. He continued ramming her with long, hard strokes.
Joan was covered with sweat and she knew she would make it again. She loved coming more than once, even if she didn't do it often. It always left her excited, wanting just a little more, and hurting, hurting just a teensy bit. It was a feeling she relished, used and hurting, and she knew she would feel that way after Harvey Simmas finished fucking her.
He felt the jizz start up his cock and grunted with pleasure. "I'm almost there, baby!" he growled.
"Don't come inside me!" Joan cried. "I don't want another brat."
"Take your chances, kid. Old Harvey's going to fill your cunt to the brim!"
Joan felt the wet warmth of his jizz spread inside her cunt and started coming again. Her legs locked over his back to hold his dick all the way in.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, you bastard! God, it feels so good!"
Joan smiled at Virginia, the memory making her cunt itch, her juices wetting the crotch of her panties. It was the only time Harvey had fucked her because they left the next day, but she still remembered it well. She was glad Virginia had come, even if she didn't really like her, because it brought back such a good memory. She looked out the kitchen window and saw Buck, their big, mixed breed mongrel do He was sliding his ass across the grass, his big red prick sticking straight out. He was a good dog.