Early the next morning, Maxine hauled Vince off for Hawaii, leaving Jessica with the three kids. The vacationing couple left the lodge before any of the kids were up, and Maxine told Jessica to give each of the kids a good-bye kiss from their morn.
"You can count on it," Jessica told her sister as Maxine and Vince slid into their rented car for their hour-long drive down the mountain roads to the airport. And, as she waved the couple off, she thought: You can especially count on my giving Bucky a good long good-bye kiss for you – a kiss such as you'd never dare give him, Maxine. Trembling at the thought of kissing her oldest nephew, Jessica went back inside the lodge.
She'd given each of the kids a separate room on the third floor. Her own room was nearby. It was to her room that she went, drowsy, yawning, hoping to catch another hour's sleep before breakfast.
She took the elevator up, nearly dozing off before it reached the third floor. At last the ponderous elevator doors opened, and she stepped out into the third-floor hallway and trudged on slippered feet across the thick carpeting, beginning to untie her robe before she'd reached the door of her room. She was naked underneath her robe, and she smiled to think that Maxine would have said had she known.
As she sleepily tried to force a key into her lock, finding it was the wrong key for her door, she heard the beginning of some rhythmic thudding. And she could feel faint vibrations in the floor under her feet, vibrations that corresponded in time and rhythm to the barely discernible thudding sounds. She turned away from her door to investigate.
After a quick walk down the hallway, Jessica stood in front of Bucky's door, sure that the sounds were coming from inside his room. She pressed her ear to the door, listening to the sounds become louder, and she was about to knock to check on the boy when she had a better idea. Instead of interrupting whatever it was that he was doing, she would have a quick look through his two-way mirror. Trying not to jingle her keys, she let herself into the viewing chamber adjacent to Bucky's room and quietly locked the door behind her. Bucky was exercising in front of the mirror.
Dressed in nothing but a jockstrap, he ran in place, lifting his knees, pumping his muscular arms. He had turned on the overhead, light nearest the wall mirror and the soft light showed off his body to its best advantage, accentuating the definition of his muscles. Roland had hired a stage lighting technician to design the lighting arrangements for all the rooms in the lodge, for to Roland each room was a stage, a stage for his viewing pleasure, and the lighting had to be perfect.
Never more perfect than now, Jessica thought, watching her handsome young nephew display himself Lord, what a beautiful hunk of boy!
He had the most beautifully chiseled features – a strong, sharp jawline, a nose neither too long nor too short.
His physique was a lithe versions of Michelangelo's David, and all of it, except for a narrow untanned are, a around his loins, shined like polished bronze.
His head of bushy, wheat-yellow hair bounced as he ran in place, and his blue eyes gazed into the mirror, seeming to gaze directly into Jessica's eyes. Jessica felt herself melting. Such a look of rapture and love in those eyes! He was in love with his own image, she realized, but that didn't destroy the illusion that he was gazing at her with the same feelings.
The boy halted his jogging suddenly and swung his arms back and forth at the level of his shoulders, inhaling and exhaling deeply, expanding and deflating his supple ribcage, contracting and relaxing all the muscles of his torso.
Jessica switched on the private intercom to listen to his heavy breathing. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining that the boy was fucking instead of exercising. The sound of his heavy breathing turned her on. She opened her eyes, her heart pounding.
The boy began doing squats. Hands on his hips, he lowered his body until his ass nearly touched his heels, then he shot up to a standing position again, the long muscles of his thighs nearly bursting through his skin. His thighs were smooth, covered only by a golden down. Jessica longed to kneel at his muscular feet and to stroke her cheeks up and down his beautiful thighs.
After fifty squats, which the boy counted out with fifty grunts, he turned around, showing Jessica his naked ass. Then he glanced over his shoulder to watch his calves contract as he performed heel raises, pushing up to a tiptoe position, then lowering his heels back to the carpet again, then pushing back up, using only the plump muscles of his calves to lever himself up and down.
Jessica drooled. She'd never seen such beautiful calves. She wanted to sink her teeth into them. She tossed off her robe and flopped down in the reclining chair behind her. Resting her heels on the built-in footstool of the chair, she spread her legs and began to squeeze and caress the swollen slabs of her cunt. Her pussy juices were already flowing. Cunt juice had already trickled down her inner thighs, and she spread the slick cunt juices along her thigh skin now, massaging it in with her palms. In the next room, her nephew ended his heel raises and, keeping his ass toward the mirror, he spread his legs widely and began doing some forward stretches toward the floor.
His ass turned up, pressing close to the mirror. Jessica could see the pinkish-brown asspucker between the creamy white cheeks of his ass. He had absolutely no hair in his asscrack. His pucker winked at her, moist and pink. Jessica groaned, panting, her heart banging. She leaned forward, her tongue out.
Oh, to taste that ass! she thought. God, I'd give anything! To lick his ass, to smell it, to kiss it! God, I'd give anything!
She slumped back in her chair, clawing at her wet cunt, digging her fingers into the inflamed cunt meat between the hairy slabs. She rammed two fingers inside her pussy, twisting them, fucking them in and out. Her loins throbbed with heat. Her cunt itched and ached.
"Baby!" she muttered. "Oh, baby, I want you!"
Bucky sat on the carpet, facing the mirror. Even in the sitting position, his skin was pulled tightly over his rippling abdominal muscles. The boy was perfectly lean, not an ounce of fat on his belly. He spread his legs. The soles of his large feet pressed close to the mirror. The bulge of his jockstrap was unreal, as if the boy had stuffed a softball in its elastic white pouch. Jessica saw his blond cock hairs curling out around the edges of the pouch as he spread his legs even wider.
"Baby," she whispered, "let me at that cock-bulge! Oh, Christ!" She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and sucked the tart pussy juices off them. With her other hand, she rubbed her hairy cunt-mound, making believe that her swollen cunt-mound was the bulge of Bucky's jock.
The boy leaned toward his right foot, grabbed it, then pulled his head down until his chin touched his knee. He sat up, then performed the same feat of flexibility on his left side. At last, he lay forward, his legs still spread in a full split, and he touched his chin to the floor. Jessica leaned close to the mirror, her face less than a foot away from the boy's. Were the wall mirror not between them, she could have kissed him.
The boy sat back up, then brought his legs together and relaxed back onto the carpet, stretching his arms over his head and pointing his toes. He lay there awhile, breathing deeply, his eyes closed. He stretched again, sighing audibly.
Jessica stood up, aching for him, wishing she could dive through the mirror and land on him. There he lay, stretched out before her like a relaxing young God, his enormous jock-pouch bulge swollen even larger.
Suddenly, he brought both his hands down from above his head and eased his fingers under the elastic waistband of his jock. Lifting his legs and his ass simultaneously, he pushed the jock off his crotch and slid it down his long legs in one graceful movement. The jock hung from the big toe of his right foot for a moment before he kicked it high into the air. It landed ten feet behind him on the bed.
Jessica trembled so that she was forced to sit down before her legs buckled under her. Her cunt contracted several times as thrills pulsed through it. Hot pussy juice bubbled out of her cunt and leaked down over her ass.
"It's bigger than Vince's," she mumbled.
"I don't believe it!" If Vince's cock was nine inches long, then Bucky's was ten, and it was thicker than Vince's cock too. "Oh, Bucky!"
The boy lay back on the carpet again and stretched out long, lengthening his spine, stretching his legs and arms, pointing his toes. His cock, which appeared to have swollen to an instant hard-on the moment he'd removed his jockstrap, lay along the midline of his belly like a heavy salami, its fist-sized cockhead tapping his abdominal muscles two or three inches up past his navel. His enormous balls, the size of chicken eggs, shifted in his hairless ball sac. His balls looked as if they weighed two pounds, and his cock as if it weighed even more.
He must shoot a cup of cum at a time, Jessica thought – with balls that size. Her mouth watered, almost able to taste his sweet alkaline cum, almost able to feel its thick, creamy texture – and its warmth. Mmm! She swallowed her saliva to keep from drooling it. She was hungry for cum.
Bucky spread his legs and cupped his balls, one ball in each hand. He massaged them as if he were gently kneading lumps of dough. His cock flopped on his belly, its huge head whacking down with audible slapping sounds. Jessica watched a tear like drop of pre-cum ooze out of his piss-slit and elongate into a strand as it stuck to his bronze belly skin, then was stretched by his cock as his cock stood up away from his belly. The clear lube-strand broke at last, leaving a gob of pre-cum on his belly.
Jessica could hardly stand watching this. She had never been this turned on during a voyeuristic session. She wanted to taste the boy's warm cum. Qh, if only she could!
Bucky grabbed his cock and began to jack it off. His hand, though large, could not completely encircle the thick shaft of his cock. His hand moved up and down slowly, working the tight skin along the bone-hard prick shaft. The cockhead swelled and throbbed in response to his rhythmic meat-beating of the cockshaft.
Jessica wanted to bite that cockhead, wanted to sink her teeth into it, wanted to devour it. If only she could stick her tongue into his gaping piss-slit she'd lick down into his hot piss-tube. She would fuck his cock with her tongue, twisting her tongue as well as sliding it in and out. She would tongue-fuck his piss-tube until he came, his thick, sweet jism bursting out around her plunging tongue.
The boy bent his legs, drawing his knees up toward his chest, but keeping them spread. His ass and his bottom were exposed entirely to Jessica. His asscheeks werespread, his pinkish asspucker twitching between them.
Jessica longed to fuck her tongue up the boy's tasty shithole. She reached under her ass, having drawn up her own legs in imitation of the boy, and she twisted her left index finger into her moist ass-pucker. Her finger fucked easily into her asshole. At the same time, she fucked the middle finger of her right hand up her cunt.
Bucky acted as if he could sense her presence. He lifted his head and looked into the mirror, staring directly at her for a few seconds before focusing his eyes down farther on his naked ass and his hanging balls. Still beating his cock, he writhed excitedly.
"God!" Jessica moaned. "Oh, God!" She couldn't believe this was happening. This was one of the hottest scenes she had ever witnessed. And what made it so exciting was Bucky – he was the hottest boy she'd ever watched.
What a dirty little stud you are, Bucky! she thought. Oh, baby, beat that cock while I finger-fuck myself!
The boy pointed his toes like a gymnast while he pumped on his cock and while he cupped his balls. His balls throbbed visibly, rolling in their hairless sac. His head remained raised, his eyes on his reflection in the mirror, his eyes following the movements of his hands.
"Man!" he muttered. "Yeah! Ah! Yeah!"
His hips wiggled as he jacked off furiously. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed, his features contorted with pleasure and concentration.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Jessica moaned.
Just the expression on the boy's face was enough to bring her off. She slowed the ass fucking and the cunt-fucking of her fingers, hoping to stave off her orgasm until the boy came. She wanted to come with him, to feel those ecstatic sensations at the same time that the boy was feeling them.
The boy's hot toes quivered. His breath came in trembling gasps. His hand tightened around his cock, making the head swell to near splitting. His hand pumped faster, jerking the tight cockskin up and down along the bone-hard shaft.
"Fuck!" he muttered. "Oh, fuck!"
Jessica couldn't wait any more. She pistoned her fingers in her cunt and asshole, feeling all the tissues sizzling and tightening inside her. She was there, hovering at the brink of orgasm. She held her breath, fucking her fingers faster and faster in and out. Waves of heat pulsed through her body.
The boy grunted. "Uh! Uh! Ohhh!" His eyes became huge, then rolled back. His toes clenched. "Oh, man!" His hand became a blur on his cock. "Ahhhhhh!"
A stream of thick white jism exploded from his cock. His cum shot two feet straight up before splatting down on his chest.
Jessica writhed with her orgasm, the hot juices leaking out of her cunt, her trembling fingers twisting inside her spasming fuckholes. Her vision became blurry for a few moments, but she blinked her eyes repeatedly until they cleared. She wanted to watch the boy's orgasm.
Bucky's naked ass wiggled. His balls ballooned, nearly bursting their pink sac. He gazed at himself in the mirror, watching with seeming fascination as his flexing cock pumped spurt after spurt of thick jism into the air.
"Man!" he moaned. "Oh, wow!" His body jerked and his jism spurted. "Awwwwwwww! Yeahhhh!"
Jessica thought of fireworks. The boy's jism came out in long spurts and short spurts. When the spurts reached their peak from one to two feet above the boy's belly, they broke up into countless white gobs, splatting down all over the boy's chest. Jessica could hear them splat, imagined she could smell the alkaline scent of boy-jism.
Jessica's spasms petered out at about the same time that Bucky stopped spurting. They fell back simultaneously, Bucky onto the carpet, and Jessica into the reclining chair. Jessica eased her fingers out of her cunt and her asshole and began to lick the juices off them.
"Your wonderful. Little devil!" Jessica whispered. It turned her on to no end to see the boy's belly covered with his own jism. She wished she could lick the jism from his stomach and chest.
Bucky jumped up as quick as a jack-in-the box. He stood before the mirror, his prick half hard and hanging halfway down his thighs. He wrapped his muscular hand around his prick and milked the residual jism out of the pisstube. The jism oozed out of his piss-slit and he caught it with his finger, wiping it on his leg.
Then he posed, lifting his arms to shoulder height and flexing his biceps. Every muscle in his body stood out as if carved out of marble. The veins in his abdomen bulged.
Jessica almost fainted, her heart skipping beats, then pounding. The boy was unbearably sexy.
Bucky smiled, as if he knew she was watching him and was pleased by her appreciation of him. Then he turned away and strutted into the bathroom, his calves and his back muscles flexing wonderfully.