Cyril and Greta shared a hot, tingling excitement as they drove to the airport to pick up the twins that Saturday afternoon. They had agreed that they would not begin their seduction for a couple of days, but the fact of their arrival was more than exciting enough.
Cyril had seen the children a couple of times a year, so they knew him and liked him and there was no shyness as they met in the arrival lounge. There was much hugging and chatter, and it was clear that the two had gotten over their parents' death.
That, Cyril thought, wasn't too surprising. His brother and wife had been social people who entertained and drank a lot, but spent little time with their children. The twins had been scheduled to go into boarding schools the following year, and had been badly upset at the prospect of being separated. Coming to live with their Uncle Cyril meant that they would be allowed to stay together after all, so that the deaths brought to them an important fringe benefit after all.
As they got into the car, Cyril had Jenny sit in front with him, while Greta took John into the back seat. As Greta sat, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride high so that John could see her luscious thighs sheathed in sheer nylon. Even though she wouldn't begin his seduction for a couple of days, Greta saw no reason why she shouldn't begin to get him interested in female anatomy, to set him up for what was to come.
She chatted with him for a while as Cyril did the same with his niece, and then she switched her attention to Cyril, talking with and looking at him, to give the boy a chance to steal more glances at her thighs. By then, she had allowed the hem of her dress to climb a little above the tops of her nylons, and she wondered if he was getting a hard-on as he peeked.
When they reached the farm, they took the kids on a tour of the place, Cyril driving the Jeep with Jenny sitting beside him, while John sat in the back seat with Greta, whose dress hem seemed to refuse to stay down.
The children were delighted with the farm, never before having seen homes and girl grazing. Then Cyril drove to the creek where the water looked crystal clear and inviting.
"I sure want to get my trunks on and have a swim here," John said eagerly, and his sister agreed that it was a great idea.
"When you get more accustomed to the farm, and to us," Greta told the children, "you won't even bother with your bathing trunks. Your uncle and I often swim here and we very seldom bother with bathing suits. Swimming in the nude is fun, you know, it gives one a naughty feeling."
"Don't worry, kids, we're not going to rush," Cyril told them. "Life around the farm is going to be quite a lot different from the life you've known. It will be much more interesting and exciting, but take your time and get adjusted gradually."
The children assured him that they were delighted to be at the farm, to live there and enjoy riding and swimming and so much more freedom than they'd known in their home.
Cyril decided it was the right time to tell them that they wouldn't have to go to school, that they would study at home by correspondence, with help from Greta and him.
"Wow!" John enthused. "No school? That's too good to be true."
"Don't get too excited, dear," Greta told him. "You will do schoolwork here, and plenty of it, but you will be able to do it in the house or out here in the fields. You will both find it a lot better than stuffy classrooms, bells, crabby teachers and all that."
Explaining that she needed to piss, Greta suggested that they return to the house, but Cyril only laughed and told her the grass needed watering. Bending from the waist with her back turned to the twins, Greta casually pulled her panties down, paused, and then squatted. They watched as her stream hissed into the grass beside the Jeep. As she finished, she allowed them a generous view of her big ass before she pulled her panties back into place and dropped her dress.
"You'll find us very casual around here," Cyril told the twins. "Mind you, it will take you a while to get accustomed to the routine here, but don't let that bother you. Was that the first look you ever had at a woman's bare ass, John?"
"Y-Yes," the boy stammered as Greta looked and saw a slight bulge in the front of his pants, and knew he had a hard-on, confirming her hunch that he would be very easy to seduce when she got around to it.
They returned to the house, and Greta poured drinks for her and Cyril while Jenny opened Cokes for herself and her brother.
"Did I shock you by showing you my bare ass?" Greta asked the girl while they were alone in the kitchen.
"I don't know about shocked," Jenny replied nervously, "but it sure did surprise me. You have such a big bottom."
"Why don't you have another look at it?" Greta said, turning her back and pulling the hem of her dress above her waist. "Go ahead, take my panties down and have a good look at my big ass."
Nervously, the girl pulled her panties down and felt waves of excitement sweeping over her. When Greta invited her to, she put both hands on the big cheeks and rubbed, then squeezed the firm mounds. After about a minute, Greta turned and smiled at her, reading excitement in her eyes as he looked at the wide triangle of her pussy bush.
"I don't know about you, Jenny," she said with a little wink, "but that made me very horny." As she said it, she pushed a hand into her crotch and gave her pussy a little rub. "As soon as we finish our drinks, I'm going to take your uncle to our bedroom, we're going to strip naked, and I'm going to take his big dick up my cunt for a nice fuck. I suppose you're a bit young to know all about fucking, but it's wonderful. There's nothing like the feel of a stiff prick in your cunt, except maybe a good tongue. Have you ever had your little cuntie sucked and licked?"
"No," Jenny replied, and blushed.
"As I said, dear, things are going to be very different around here. Let me have a quick look at you before we go back to the boys."
With only a little urging, Jenny raised the hem of her dress and Greta pulled her panties down. She felt a strong surge of passion as she looked at the tender young cunt with just a little fuzz above it, and thought of what it would be like when Cyril lapped it and then stretched it with his big prick. When her hand went to the little slit and stroked it gently, she felt Jenny tremble, and told herself that the girl too would be easy to seduce.
"Later, you may tell your brother what we did in the kitchen if you wish, perhaps while I'm upstairs getting fucked by your uncle. Tell him I'll let him feel my ass later."
They carried the drinks to the living room and the four chatted until Cyril and Greta finished theirs, then Greta stood and told the children that she was taking their uncle away for a while, winking at Jenny as she spoke.
In restoring the old farmhouse, Cyril had left many of the original doors, with keyholes. As he and Greta began undressing, they heard the floor squeaking outside their room, and wondered whether both the twins were there, peeking through the keyhole.
Outside the door, Jenny and John took turns peeking as the man and woman undressed until both were naked and beginning to play. The size of her uncle's prick both delighted and frightened Jenny. As she looked at Greta's big tits and ass, she recalled how smooth the cheeks had felt, and hungered to rub the exciting woman all over.
When he took his turn at the keyhole, John felt his pecker stiffen and throb as he feasted his eyes on Greta's naked body, her tits so big that he couldn't believe it. He watched his uncle sucking one big tit and fondling it with both hands, and then he made way for his sister as Cyril sucked the other.
While Jenny watched, John reached up under her dress and fondled her panties, and then he pulled them down and, for the first time, saw her little cunt. After he had rubbed her pretty little ass for a while, he put a hand into the crotch she opened for him and felt warm young pussy.
When she allowed him to return to the keyhole, the boy almost gasped aloud as he saw the big woman lying on her back with her legs wide open while his uncle sucked her cunt. He had heard boys talking about cunt lapping, but had never really believed that it happened. He and his sister took turns watching the cunt lapping, then they both heard Greta coming, her cries of passion seeming to fill the house.
But one come wasn't enough for Greta in her state, and after a minute or so, John watched his uncle lie on his back, then Greta was sitting on his face and he was lapping her juicy cunt again, his hands fondling her beautiful big ass as he sucked and licked until she had another come, and then she was smearing her juice all over his face, her big ass cheeks jerking strongly.
After the second cunt lapping, Greta knelt on all fours, showing her ass and cunt to the pair at the door, and then Cyril knelt up behind her, took his cock in hand, and slowly worked it into her well-prepared slit. He gave her a long, slow fucking until he was ready to shook his load, then, while Jenny pressed her eye to the keyhole, he pulled his throbbing cock out and let her see his jism shooting all over the bare ass of the big woman.
The show over, the twins went to Jenny's room where they talked of all they had seen, then she asked her brother to let her see and feel his prick. He took it out eagerly, and she marveled at the hardness of it, wondering what it would feel like if she were to let him stick it into her cunt. For just a moment, she considered it, and then a wave of apprehension swept over her as she thought of pain and pregnancy and promised herself she wouldn't permit him to. And then he was rubbing the crotch of her panties and she forgot about pain, although she did remember her promise not to let him fuck her. When he wanted to take her panties off, she helped him, then a fresh wave of arousal swept over her as her brother's hands rubbed in her crotch and over her smooth ass.
"Do you want to suck my cunt like he did?" Jenny asked, her young body trembling.
"Yes, I think so. What does a cunt taste like?"
"Silly, how would I know? If there's any taste to it, it must be a nice one. Uncle Cyril sure seemed to like sucking Greta's."
John agreed, and then she was lying on the bed with her crotch wide open. He bent over her, looked at the pretty little pussy, then began kissing and sucking it, reaching under her to fondle the cheeks of her ass while she writhed with passion.
"Now get your tongue inside like he did," Jenny told her brother as she rubbed his head, thrilling to the feel of having her cunt sucked. "I think if you lick enough, I can have a come, like she did. I know I'm old enough to come, I can do it with my finger."
John was in the mood to try anything, so he parted the tender little lips and flicked his tongue into her slit. He was delighted to find that there was no taste at all, and that it felt thrilling to be licking a cunt. She guided his tongue until it found her cunt, and cried out a little at the first contact, hoping the others in their bedroom hadn't heard the sound. John gave her a lovely lapping, and then she had to stuff the heel of a hand into her mouth to keep from shrieking as her orgasm swept over her in delicious waves.
"Ooh, that was so good," she whispered when it was over and she was able to breathe normally again. "Your tongue felt so good in my cuntie, and you gave me such a beautiful come, the best one I ever had."
"Now I need something," he said as they both looked at his hard little prick. "Do you want to fuck?"
"No, I'm afraid to do that. Don't boys pull themselves and shoot cream, like Uncle Cyril shot it over her big ass?"
"Yeah," he replied dubiously, and then his eyes brightened. "I know you can pull me off. Your hand is nice and soft and it'll feel good."
Hurrying to the dresser, he took some Kleenex from the box and made a thick pad of it. Giving it to her, he told her how to masturbate him, and she looked as excited at the prospect as he, then she was holding the pad in her left hand and slowly jerking his cock with her right, while his heart pounded so loudly he thought it could be heard all through the house.
"Oh, that feels so good," he told her, panting. "It won't take long for me to shoot. It feels so good!"
Seconds later, he panted a warning that he was going to shoot, and then he did. The first spurt was strong, and it missed the pad, shooting against the wall, then Jenny was able to get the tissue into the right position and she watched as the rest of his jism shot into it, and then felt his dick shrink and soften.
"Gee," she said with awe, "cocks are wonderful things. I'll pull you off all you want, and you can suck my cunt as often as you want to!"
The next morning, Cyril and Greta lay in bed making plans. They rejected their earlier decision about waiting a few days before seducing the twins, and agreed that they would get on with it that day. They agreed too that John would be seduced first, and that both Cyril and Jenny were going to watch.
"Once she's seen me in action with her brother, that pretty little girl is going to be so horny she won't want to wait another minute for her turn," Greta told him.
"You're probably right," Cyril agreed. "In fact, if she seems receptive, I may play with her a bit while John is getting his."
"That could be fun, but I'd suggest you don't try to push too fast. It would really be a shame to upset her."
"Don't worry, dear. I'll keep reminding myself that she's only eighteen years old. I won't risk scaring her at all. I want her to be nice and eager when her time comes."
The children still looked excited when they arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. The big, old-fashioned kitchen had been fully equipped with the most modem appliances, but its original shape and size had been retained. Through the big windows, they enjoyed a view of gently rolling pasture. The sun made the creek sparkle like a jewel as it twisted diagonally across the fields, and in the foreground, the well-tended garden was a riot of color as birds, and bees and butterflies made themselves at home.
"What are we going to do today?" John asked.
"Can you ride?" his uncle asked.
"No."
"Then I'll have one of the hands teach you. We have a few very gentle horses and you can start with them. Later, you'll ride more spirited ones. I have one in mind for you, John, a very spirited mare. She'll give you the ride of your life when you mount her," he added, and gave Greta a sidelong glance.
"Oh yes, I know the one you mean, dear. She loves to be ridden. In fact, she can't seem to get enough of it, as I recall."
After breakfast, Cyril took the twins in the Jeep to the far end of the property where the stables were located.
"Most of the horses we raise here are racing stock," he explained as they watched horses of all sizes grazing in the lush fields. "We raise a few riding horses as well, but racers are the big thing. Have you ever seen a pair of homes mating?"
Both replied that they hadn't, and Jenny blushed just a little.
"It's really quite an impressive sight. Horses are really big and long in that department, and it can be very exciting when the stallion mounts the mare and rams it to her. I'll arrange for you to watch a mating one of these days."
Turning the twins over to one of the hired hands for their riding lesson, he drove back to the house and found that Greta had finished her chores in the kitchen. He went with her to one of the guest rooms where he saw what he wanted. The walls were paneled in such a way, he explained to Greta, that little holes could be drilled without being too obvious. From the adjoining room, an audience would be able to see all the action and hear most of it, all but the quieter whispers. Going to the basement, he got an electric drill and made a number of holes in such locations that they could be covered with pictures when not in use.
It was almost lunchtime when the children returned, excited and sweating. Jenny announced that she needed a bath, and Greta told John that he should have one too. Before letting him go, she took him aside and told him she knew that boys sometimes played with their cocks in the bath or shower and cautioned him not to, telling him he would learn the reason for it later. Before he left for his shower, she gave him a squeeze, and as she bent, he was able to look into the top of her blouse to see the upper slopes of her tits and her black bra.
They ate a light lunch of salad and sandwiches, and then Jenny helped Greta dear up the kitchen and wash the dishes.
"Do you feel like a swim, Aunt Greta?" Jenny asked as they finished the job.
"Yes dear, but later. We have something much more interesting to do. It's a surprise, and I think you're going to enjoy it a lot, though John may enjoy it even more than you will."
Jenny begged to find out what was in store, but Greta smilingly refused, telling her she would find out in a few minutes, since everything was ready and there was no reason to delay.
They found Cyril and John chatting in the garden, then Greta told Cyril that he had an errand to run and suggested that he take Jenny along. Pretending he had forgotten, he snapped his fingers, told Greta he would look after it at once, then took Jenny by the arm and led her into the house, taking her to the room from which they would watch the exciting seduction of her brother. He showed her one peephole and selected another for himself.
"What are we going to see, Uncle Cyril?" she asked, and felt excitement as she made a vague guess that it had to do with Greta and her brother.
"Just watch and you'll see, Jenny. You must remember to be quiet though. After all, we wouldn't want to disturb anyone, would we?"
A couple of minutes later, Greta walked into the room wit John, and Cyril felt his cock beginning to stiffen as he thought of what was in store for them.
Greta directed John to a chair which had been placed opposite the bed, then she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her long, shapely legs, allowing him to see the tops of her nylons and one garter, which pressed against the exciting white skin of her big thigh. John stole a quick look, then turned his gaze away.
"It's all right for you to look at my legs and thighs, dear," Greta told him. "In fact, I like to have boys and men look at my thighs. That's why I cross my legs the way I do, go on, have another look. There, that's it. My thighs are big and beautiful, don't you think?"
"Oh yes. Everything about you is, Aunt Greta," he told her with feeling.
"I suppose you found that out last night at the keyhole of our bedroom," she told him with a dazzling smile. "We really went wild, didn't we?"
"Y-yes," he stammered, and blushed.
"Did you and Jenny take turns peeping?"
"Yes."
"Did you both get very excited?" she asked, and rose the hem of her dress a little higher.
"We sure did."
"I want you to tell me what you did about it, after the show was over. You didn't fuck her, did you?"
"Oh no!" he replied quickly, and then went on to tell everything they had done.
He told the story, nervously at first, then more eagerly as excitement took over.
"Did you enjoy sucking and licking your sister's pretty little pussy?" Greta asked.
"I sure did. I was afraid it would taste bad, but it didn't at all."
"I know all about how cunts taste, dear. I've sucked quite a few myself. A mature woman's cunt is more tasty and interesting than a little girls. Maybe I'll let you find that out for yourself one day. Do you think you'd like to suck my cunt?"
"Oh yes, Aunt Greta. I'd give anything to do that," he told her, his voice breaking.
"Tell me, dear," she said, and opened three buttons of her blouse so that he could see the well-filled cups of her, black bra and the white cleavage of her big tits, "is your dickie hard now?"
"Well then, if I'm going to do nice things for you, I want you to do something for me. Take off all your clothes so I can see your cock and your balls. I want to feel them."
He continued to sit as though frozen, but she saw sweat on his forehead, and knew he was anything but cold. Then he got to his feet, almost losing his balance, and began undressing. He paused when only his briefs remained, his stiff pecker causing them to bulge, then he started pushing them down slowly and paused again. When he did, Greta opened her blouse wide and showed him the bulging cups of her black bra, and heard a little cry escape from his throat.
"Take them off, dear, I want you bare naked," she told him, and he gasped, then pushed the briefs down and stepped out of them, naked, his prick twitching as he stared at her bra and exposed thighs.
"Oh, Uncle Cyril, what is she going to do with him?" Jenny asked in a whisper.
"Everything you can think of, dear," he told her, and patted the seat of her tight-fitting pants, squeezing one firm cheek. "In a little while, she'll be naked too, and she's going to teach him what sex is all about. Does this make you excited?"
"Oh yes. Gee, I never dreamed life here was going to be so exciting. You and Greta are so different."
"Yes we are, and your life will be very beautiful as long as you stay with us. I'm excited too," he added, and used the tips of his fingers and thumbs to show her the form of his stiff cock bulging beneath his pants. "Were you frightened of my prick when you saw it last night while I was playing with Greta and fucking her?"
"I… I don't know," she said, blushing. "Did you know we were watching or did John tell?"
"We knew you were watching, that's why we put on such a show. It was strictly for your benefit, although we did enjoy it ourselves, as you saw. We both love sucking and fucking. Do you think you're going to, dew?" he asked as he fondled the other cheek of her ass.
"I… I guess so, but I'll be afraid at first."
"That's natural, dear, but Greta and I will teach you and we'll be very gentle. Now let's watch the show some more. Things are really going to get hot from now on, you'll see. Greta is horny as a goat right now, and John is going to have the time of his life."
In the bedroom, John knelt at Greta's feet, and she told him to feel her ankles, then slowly work his way up her long, lovely legs. He did it slowly, thrilling to the feel of her nylon-sheathed legs. When his hands moved above her knees, the thrill became greater for him, and she felt his hands trembling as she sat smiling, her knees so wide apart that he could see where black nylon panties curled down into her crotch, and wondered if he would be allowed to feel there.
"I like the way you feel my thighs," she told him as his hands reached the tops of her nylons. Then they moved higher, squeezing the firm flesh of her big bare thighs, delighting in the feel of her warm, silken skin.
"Oh, Aunt Greta, it feels so good! I can't believe it's really happening. Are you going to let me see and feel more than your thighs?"
"On thing at a time, darling. Keep feeling your way up until I tell you to stop."
His breathing labored, sweat trickling down his body, John went on fondling her thighs and then his hands were on her hips, rubbing and squeezing bare skin and sheer panties.
"The crotch of my little panties feels very hot, dear," she told him. "Would you like to feel it and tell me how warm it is? When you do, just think, there will be nothing between my cunt and your hand except a thin little bit of nylon."
She saw his right hand tremble as he brought it to her crotch, then it pressed lightly on the crotch of her panties. He held for a moment, then pressed more firmly, and told her how hot and exciting it felt, then he began rubbing up and down, and she sighed warmly and told him to keep rubbing there and to make her pussy get hotter. His hand continued to rub, and then he felt moisture on the nylon and wondered if she had pissed a little. When he asked her about it, she explained that when a woman's cunt gets very hot and horny, a little fluid sometimes escapes. Cunt juice, she called it, and the words caused him to tremble even more violently.
While he went on rubbing her crotch, Greta removed her blouse, and he gasped when he looked at the sight of her black bra and white body. John couldn't understand why, but he wanted to cry, felt tears in his eyes. The tears surprised him since he was happier than he had ever been.
"Get up now, John, and play with my bra for a while. I want you to feel how big and firm my tits are. Have you ever seen a woman in her bra before?"
"No. You're so beautiful, Greta," he said as he got to his feet and reached for her bra with both hands. "I've never been this excited in my life. Are you sure Uncle Cyril wouldn't be mad if he found out about this?"
"I'm positive, darling. We discussed it before you came here and agreed that in order to make your lives more exciting, we should teach the two of you about sex, and show you how beautiful it can be when it's right, the way it's going to be with us."
She had him fondle the cups of her bra for a long time, then took his hands away and stood. Smiling, she reached behind her back, and slipped the hooks, which held the big bra closed. She paused, and then pulled the straps off her arms while holding the cups in place. Greta saw his wet eyes shining, teased him for a few seconds, then she removed one cup and showed him a naked tit. He gave a gasp, and then she removed the other cup and dropped the bra onto a chair.
Smiling brightly, she began fondling and rubbing her tits, tweaking the nipples to bring them to life.
"These are real tits, dear," she told him as she played with them, "the kind both men and women love to feel and squeeze and suck. Would you like to suck my big tits?"
When he assured her he would, Greta got onto the bed and invited him to join her. For a little while, he fondled the big, firm tits, and did it so well that he kept her sighing and panting. Then she had him lie on his back.
Crouching beside him, she caught her right tit from below, gave it a squeeze, and then lowered herself onto him, the tit still in her hand. As it came to him, he opened his mouth wide, but instead of pushing the tit into it, she rubbed his lips with the hardened nipple, making him wait, then she sighed deeply as she pushed the silken gift into his mouth and heard his muffled cry of passion. Even after she had filled his mouth, he sucked hard, trying to get more.
As they watched the tit sucking, Cyril and Jenny were going wild. It was the first time either had watched the seduction of an innocent boy, and the effect was such that both were panting hard and perspiring.
Knowing the tit sucking would go on for a long time, Cyril moved to his niece and unfastened her pants. Although she trembled more violently, she made no protest as he opened them and pulled them down to her knees, then he was fondling her thighs and panty-clad ass. After a little while, one of his hands moved slowly toward her crotch, and she opened it as wide as her lowered pants would permit.
"Here, Jenny," he whispered as he unzipped his fly, "I'll give you something to play with while I feel you up."
She let out a little gasp as he took his hard cock out and showed it to her, the skin pulled well back off the swollen head, then she closed a hand around the red head and was surprised at the velvety feel of it. When she had held it for a few seconds, she brought her left hand into play as well, feeling the hardness of the long shaft.
"Oh, Uncle, it's so big and long," she whispered, and gave his cock another squeeze. "Could it really fit in my tiny little pussy?"
"Yes, dear. The cunt is a wonderful organ. It can stretch to take a cock of any size, and the more it stretches, the better it feels. You'll find out all about that soon. Speaking of your cunt, I'll take your panties down and have a look at it now."
She caught her breath as he pulled her little white panties down, then he was licking his lips as he stared at the vaginal little slit which would soon be his to fuck and to suck. Squatting in front of her, he held her by both cheeks of the ass as he brought his mouth to the tender lips and gave them a wet kiss which caused her body to jerk strongly. He was strongly tempted to give her a cunt lapping and make her come, but he decided it would be better to save that, and to watch the rest of the seduction.
When they returned to their peepholes, Greta was standing with her feet wide apart, and John knelt with his head under her skirt. His hands were there as well, and a glow of lust shone in Greta's eyes as he worked on her with hands and mouth. Cyril knew she liked to have the crotch of her panties sucked, and guessed that was what John was doing.
And his guess was very accurate. While his hands felt her lush ass, through and around her panties, John was busily sucking her panties, which were already very wet in the crotch, and getting wetter by the second.
Not all women can come with their panties on, Cyril knew, hut Greta was one of the lucky ones, and he wasn't surprised when he heard her cries and grunts of orgasm, saw her big tits bouncing as she clutched at the boy's head through her skirt and held it tightly until the spasms passed. She sighed as he pulled her skirt off him, then unfastened the waistband, unzipped it, and allowed it to fall around her feet. As she stepped out of it, the kneeling boy staring in awe, she rubbed a hand in her wet crotch and smiled warmly down at him, telling him how beautifully he had sucked the crotch of her panties and how he would do it again, this time with no panties in the way, and with his mouth right on her cunt.
Turning her back to him, she bent from the waist and allowed her wide ass to sway close to his face, and then she told him to take her panties off. His hands trembled as he reached for them, then a hand was on each big cheek, squeezing and rubbing before he caught the waistband and slowly peeled the black panties down, moaning with desire as he bared the beautiful, white ass, thrilling at the sight of the flawless cheeks and deep crack.
As Greta stepped out of her panties, John looked up and caught a couple of quick glimpses of her cunt, then she turned, braced her feet wide apart, and really showed it to him, parting the lips with the tips of her fingers and smiling warmly as he trembled, and sweat covered his naked body as his hard little cock throbbed.
"Now tat you've seen my cunt, John," she told him, "it's time for you to kiss it and suck it and lick it."
Still on his knees, he caught his breath as Greta took a step closer, and then her pussy was just above his mouth. He gulped, inhaled the faint aroma of musk, then pressed his open mouth onto her cunt and began sucking at once. It wasn't a comfortable position, and his neck soon began to hurt, but he welcomed pain as he thrilled to the feel of her smooth ass under his two hands, and the feel of a cunt pressed warmly onto his mouth as he sucked hungrily.
Greta's cunt was hot and juicy and very tasty, much more so than his sister's, he thought, and he wanted to keep his mouth on it forever. When he thought of it, he got his tongue up her slit and began lapping her juice, so wild with arousal that he wondered whether his body would explode, but he didn't worry about it. He had his face in the crotch of a big, beautiful, naked woman, and that was all that mattered.
He didn't know how long he had been lapping her cunt when he felt her body go tense, then she was panting and grunting, holding his head tightly, her wet cunt rubbing his face as she went into a strong orgasm. When she came out of it, she was smiling, and her eyes were shining, but she hadn't had enough.
Going to the bed, she lay across it, her ass on the edge, then raised and parted her long legs so that her cunt was aimed at the wall through which the man and girl were watching.
Following her instructions, John dropped to his knees close to the bed, stared into her crotch, and then felt her hot, wet pussy until she told him to start sucking her cunt again and to give her another big come.
There was no hesitation as he hurried his mouth to her cunt, and then she was moaning as he sucked and lapped voraciously, and did it so well that it wasn't long before she achieved the other orgasm she wanted.
After congratulating him on a job well done, Greta turned on the bed, lay with her legs wide apart, and told him to get on her body, get his prick into her cunt and fuck her.
As he crawled to her, he lost his balance and fell, but he got up quickly, and then he was between her legs, his cock throbbing in his right hand. She looked so big and white and beautiful and sexy as he looked down at her, then he was lying in her crotch, the skin of her lovely body feeling smoother than silk under him, and he was probing between her legs with his cock.
He had a little difficulty finding her slit, but then he did, and he eagerly pushed the full length of his prick into her cunt as her arms wrapped around him, and she told him how good it felt to have him lying on her naked body with his prick in her cunt.
Instinct told him what to do then, and he began fucking the beautiful woman, his hard little pecker pistoning fast in her hot twat. She thought of telling him to slow down and make it last, but decided against it. Later, she told herself, would be time enough for training him in the erotic art of fucking.
Much too soon, John felt the churning in his loins which told him that it was getting close to the end. He tried to fight it, tried to hold his load back, but there was to be no holding back, and then he was jerking and twitching in her warm crotch, and his jism was shooting up her cunt. When he was finished, his little balls drained, he continued to lie on her as she rubbed his back with both hands while he tried to tell her what a wonderful experience it had been, and how he would want to fuck her as often as she would let him.
In the other room, Cyril's plans underwent a change as Jenny eagerly played with his cock, but her touch was too good, much too good, and before he realized what was happening, she was gasping with delight as the big cock seemed to expand in her hand, and then she was watching his man cream spurting from it, shooting all over the wall and running slowly down. When his cock softened in her hand, she looked at it and felt a little sad that what had been so big and strong, had shrunk so and become so weak looking.