"Your mother's coming home today," Ira Wahl told Pam as he drove his stiff meat into her steaming cunt from behind. Both were standing up, she bent over the bed and leaning on it with her hands while her father's thick prick slammed itself as far up into her hungering cunt as possible.
Tracey was on the floor, sitting with her head directly beneath their joined crotches, her tongue alternately licking the weighty balls of her uncle, feeling the way his crotch hairs tickled her tongue, and then lapping at her cousin's clearly visible clitoris, compressing her lips around it and sucking eagerly for an instant. Then her tongue slid along the length of her uncle's juice-covered cock on the outstroke and returned to his balls. She would have lapped at his asshole as well, but it wouldn't have been fair to Pam, since it was impossible for her tongue to get to her cousin's hung, as well.
"Are you worried?" Pam asked, writhing to the joint sensations of her father's pounding cock and her cousin's tantalizing tongue.
"A little," her father admitted, screwing his throbbing prong into her hole a little more deeply, making her gasp as Tracey's tongue pressed flat against the excited nubbin of her vibrating clit. It was a dual sensation, and not many women were able to enjoy them.
"Don't let it bug you," Pam told her father, enjoying the combination of bock and tongue more and more. "If Mom is everything you say she is, once Marty's cock is inside her, she'll insist he finish, and if Marty's half as good with her as he's been with Tracey and me, Mom'll never let go of him. Hell, before you know it, Tracey and Marty'll be living with us on a year-round basis."
"Sounds… uhhh… terrific," her father agreed, fucking a bit faster now.
"You like the idea, Tracey?" Pam asked, her voice shuddering with the lust being built inside her.
"Ummmm," was all Tracey could reply, and both father and daughter accepted it as an affirmative answer.
"Hey, wait a minute," Pam said, straightening up. "Tracey's not getting as much from this as you and me, Daddy."
"What would you suggest?" her father asked, gripping her hips to keep his, cock securely lodged in his daughter's tight, squeezing quim.
"How about if Tracey and I clit-fuck while you take turns pumping that dong of yours into and out of both of us?"
"Sounds great," her father agreed.
Tracey didn't need to be asked. She slid out from between their four thighs and was ready to lie down on the bed when Pam said, "You weigh less than I do, Tracey. It'll be better if I'm on the bottom."
Pam made her father uncunt while she lay down, face up on the bed. Then Tracey lay down on top of her cousin, tit-to-tit, their nipples sensitively pressing into one another. Ira Wahl bent down and made certain their cunts were touching, rubbing strongly with a squishy sound created by the heavy flow seeping from both pussies. He watched them rub together more than a dozen strokes before he was content they wouldn't unfrock. Tracey's small, delicious ass bounced wildly, her buttcheeks opening and closing to reveal her winking asshole as she rubbed her hairy split against Pam's creaming cunt. The two girls already had their mouths joined and were passionately kissing as their nipples created a wild friction, sending mad electricity sparking through their tits to the rest of their bodies. Tracey's titties seemed to have grown slightly in the past week, and both her uncle and brother had teased her about it.
As the two girls lay, belly-to-belly, Ira Wahl knelt on the bed between their widely parted thighs. As Pam heaved her crotch up to meet her cousin's downward thrusting, he slipped a pillow under his daughter's plump ass, raising her a little higher, bringing her cunt-hole more in line with his hard meat. He moved forward and leaned over the two girls, feeling the sensitive, spongy head of his cock touch the bottom of his daughter's crack as Pam once more raised her hips. Then, as the girls reversed their action, his heavy prick slid up through his daughter's seething crack and ran directly into Tracey's tight, quim-split. The hungry knob went the full length of Tracey's crack before once more reversing itself and slithering don between partially parted labes. It barely touched Tracey's hole before sliding on by and catching itself in the opening lips of his daughter's puffy pussy. This time his cock didn't slide all the way down, but was effectively trapped in Pam's simmering snatch. As she bounced don, she sucked it into her hot hole, and he felt his prick slide all the way up into her fuck-channel, feeling tighter than ever because of Tracey's weight on her. Equally thrilling was the feel of Tracey's ass against his belly as he wildly pumped into his daughter's cock-crushing hole. Had he been able to bend double, he would have licked his niece's asscrack each time her tight little pair of buns came bouncing up. As it was, he had to settle for the feeling of those cheeks against his belly.
His thumping cock screwed into his daughter's cunt a good eighteen strokes before he yanked it out, much to his daughter's chagrin, and managed to stuff it into Tracey's fiery furnace. Tracey's snatch was also tight, but, not having as much weight on her as Pam, it seemed to be the littlest bit easier to slide into. He stroked back and forth wildly and Tracey all but screamed it felt so good. Her mouth was still stuck to Pam's, kissing the heavier girl all the more violently. Her swollen clitoris burned with the ache to come, and now she felt her uncle's hot and heavy prick running in and out of her sucking cavern, and she felt an orgasm starting to rise.
Her uncle was all ready to pull his pounding prick from his niece's cunt and return it to his daughter's furnace like hole when Tracey yanked her mouth from Pam's and cried, "Don't take it out, Uncle! Please don't take it out! I'm almost there!"
As if to confirm her cousin's plea, Pam said, "Keep it in Tracey, Dad. Let her enjoy the come."
Wahl, with two writhing, plunging, churning female bodies beneath him, was more than willing to oblige. He stuffed his blistering prick deeper and deeper into Tracey's clinging box, pounding into her wildly now, madly flexing his hips forward and screwing as far into her hole as he could go. Tracey's entire body began tightening, her arms and legs becoming stiff boards as her boiling pussy rubbed itself raw against Pam's pouting pouch of cunt. Her own cunt-hole squeezed her uncle's vigorously pounding pole as the orgasmic sensations welled up inside her. It was as if a two-hundred-twenty-volt line had been plugged directly into her exploding pussy and a bolt of lightning struck her clitoris. She bounced and writhed wildly, screaming aloud. Fortunately it was mid-morning, and most of the neighbors had already gene to the beach.
Tracey's arms held Pam all the more tightly as her crotch spiraled against her cousin's, tugging the locked-in prick with it. Then, slowly, little by little, Tracey began to relax, and the sensation of her uncle's pounding prick made her oversensitive.
"Now Pam," she gasped. "Now finish Pam."
Ira Wahl needed no further encouragement. He yanked his burning rod from his niece's stewing pussy and plugged it instantly into his daughter's anxious nookie. The pressure of Tracey's swelling clit rubbing against her own had built Pam up to the point of readiness, and the instant her father jammed his flaming meat into her hole, she felt her own orgasm take hold. She bucked and churned as madly as Tracey had done only minutes before, her thighs reaching up and literally surrounding the two people above her. Wahl had been careful to keep his weight on his palms and knees, realizing he could crush his daughter. Tracey might have been a lightweight, but he certainly wasn't. He was beginning to feel anxious now, noting the way his daughter's cunt was cooling off, closing, and unable to take his seething cock without an unnecessary amount of dry friction. He knew he would be hurting the girl, and so he reluctantly pulled out.
Tracey leaped off Pam, turned around, and swallowed her uncle's burning cock whole, sucking the full length into her mouth and down her throat. Her hand reached under and grabbed his balls, squeezing and crushing as her lips continued their salacious pulling on his boiling meat. Wahl clasped her head with his hands, pressing her face into his groin, ramming his crotch against her nose, letting his curly hairs tickle her.
Pam, seeing her father's need for an orgasm, rolled off the bed, still feeling the pleasant sensation of her climax, and went around behind her father, pressing her face to his hairy asshole. Her tongue stabbed straight in, and Ira Wahl jumped forward as if someone had rammed a hot wire into his butt.
The action made his heavy knob press into Tracey's narrow throat, and his hands on her head held her from retreating. The tightness of her gullet ringing his corona was the final thing needed for him to climb his own rainbow. The heavy white geyser came rushing into Tracey's throat. This time she wouldn't have to share the gusher with Pam. The jizz was all hers, and she drank every delicious drop of it, sucking and dining until her uncle's cock was empty.
All three lay face up on the bed after that. They could have gone another two rounds, but with the coming of Harriet, Ira Wahl knew he'd have to save something for his wife. Hell! He knew, Marty was going to crawl into her, but that didn't mean she would be permanently off limits to him.
"I'll tell you girls something else that would be nice," Wahl said. "I don't think Harriet has ever had the benefit of any kind of female love. She's been strictly cock-hungry all her life. Since you girls enjoy diddling each other so much, maybe you'll enjoy getting Harriet in on the fun."
"I'd love to play with Aunt Harriet," Tracey acknowledged.
"First we have to get her used to the idea of fucking for more than one cock," Pam pointed out. "I mean, she has to get used to screwing in front of you, Daddy. While Marty's putting the prick to her, you have to walk in and join the fun, showing Mom you approve. Then we'll have plenty of time to get her used to Tracey and me."
"Starting next week, my own personal vacation will be over, and I'll be working during the day," Wahl pointed out. "I'll be coming back here after work, as I've done every summer, but I'm going to miss you girls. Keep working on. Harriet, keep her sharp, and when I get back at night, all three of us will have fun."
"Don't worry, Dad," Pam assured him. "Marty'd be around during the day to keep Mom, Tracey, and me going."
"Well, Marty is a Wahl," Ira Wahl acknowledged. "He should have the same natural talent all of us have."
"He does," Tracey assured her uncle. "Next to you, Uncle Ira, my brother has the best cock in the world."
They dressed and waited for Marty to return from his weightlifting. After he had showered and changed, they had lunch, then went to the village and enjoyed an afternoon movie. It was well after four when they got into Ira Wahl's station wagon and all headed for the airport.
Marty was feeling strange; he was looking forward to seeing his aunt more than ever, knowing he was going to try balling her. He had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the more he thought about her, the better she seemed. He remembered she had nice, big, solid tits. Pam had assured him her mother's boobs were still standing up nicely by themselves and needed very little support. She had developed her pectoral muscles and had kept them firm, so even now, at forty, her tits stood up like solid jugs.
Her waist was no fleshier than Pam's, though Pam's baby fat would shortly disappear, if only for a short while.
"I just hope she thinks I'm good enough," Marty kept mumbling.
"Don't worry," his sister assured him. "Once you spear her with that great cock of yours, she won't be able to resist you. You're a great cocksman, Marty. And you're getting really experienced. Aunt Harriet will love you."
So they drove to the airport and waited for the announcement of the arrival of Harriet flight from Europe. Once there, they waited nearly forty minutes before the expected announcement was softly muted over the loudspeakers.
They had to wait another half-hour for Harriet to clear Immigration and Customs, but when she was finally done with them, they ran to her and helped her with her luggage. Marty was the one who carried the heavy steamer trunk and a suitcase by himself, and though he didn't know it at the time, he was making a more profound impression on his aunt than he'd ever dreamed possible. The sight of her, in tight slacks and a light, pale-blue summer blouse, had made him lick his lips. Her figure was even plusher than he'd remembered. And he noticed her body didn't shake with fat. Her flesh was firm. Had she offered the slightest encouragement, he might have fucked her then and there, at the airport, in front of everyone, not caring in the least what kind of spectacle he'd be causing.
Harriet noticed Marty had really filled out. He didn't bulge like the muscle-bound monsters she'd seen winning those annual Mr. America contests, but he was wiry as well as strong. She was already wondering about his cock, curious as to whether it had matured with the rest of him. Yes, he had a nice body all right, and, unlike her husband, Harriet never even considered anything might be wrong in her wanting to fuck the boy. After all, there was no blood relationship. And even if there had been, her sterilization of more than a year ago would prevent her bearing any unwanted bastards. And according to what her daughter and niece were telling her as they drove to the summer cottage, Harriet understood Marty had some friends who were as muscular as he. Perhaps this was one summer that wouldn't be wasted after all. She had never fucked someone younger than herself until she'd met Eric Carr, and he had shown her that youth was sometimes more than a substitute for experience, especially poor experience. Her nephew was even younger, and he was certainly better built. He had the same blood coursing through him as her husband, and in all the world there was no better fucking partner than Ira. It had taken her many yean to ascertain this, and though she would go on searching, she had come to accept the simple fact of her husband's superior cockamanship.
Without realizing Marty had plans to ball her, Harriet Wahl began making plans of her own. As had been so aptly pointed out time and again, a person had only one life to live. And sex made up only half the years of that person's life. It was get it while one could, or not get it at all. And a good cock was a good cock, no matter whose it was. If she'd had a son and he'd proven to be his father's equal, she knew she'd be letting him fuck her long, hard, and proper by now.
When they finally got to the cottage, Harriet headed straight for the shower. She wanted to wash the grime and sweat of travel from her body. Then she put on a light summer dress and went to the kitchen where supper had already been prepared by the two girls. Everyone was giggling and smiling, and Harriet seemed to sense a conspiracy, though she couldn't figure what it was all about.
"I'm going to find a poker game," Ira Wahl announced when the evening meal was over. "I'll be back around midnight."
The two girls, along with Marty, announced they were going to watch some television, and invited Harriet to join them. She thanked them but refused, saying she was tired and wanted to make an early night of it. This was also her way of telling her husband his cock had better be ready in the morning, because by then she'd be in the mood for some fancy fucking.
She went to the bedroom she would be sharing with Ira, undressed, and slipped her luscious, nude torso beneath the sheets. She hadn't realized just how tired she was, because she was almost instantly asleep.
After a while, she didn't know bow long, she suddenly realized she was dreaming. That she knew it was a dream meant she was on the very threshold of awakening. But it was such a nice dream. She dreamed of an unknown lover pressing his solid, tantalizing body against hers from behind. It wasn't Ira's body, because there was no potbelly. She could feel the flat expanse of stomach molded to her spine as his thighs rubbed against her asscheeks. It certainly wasn't the body of Lord Carr. Eric had had a thin, almost ungainly body. The one pressing against hers was very muscular and powerful. It was a nice feeling, with his hand rubbing her quickly watering quiff from behind, making her part her thighs so he could reach into her twat that much more easily. It was really nice. She could feel his hot breath in her ear. My, it was so nice she was tempted to drift further off into sleep again. The comfort of the dark room made her feel good and for a short while she did drift off again.
Some short time later, she had no idea how long, she felt the hand rubbing through her pussy hair from the rear, the wrist pressed into her slick, peach-shaped cuntlips. A finger as pressing against her wakening cunt. Oh, God, yes! That was really nice. This was the kind of dream one should always have. Mmmmm! It all felt so exceptionally good. And then she felt the thickness of his knob as it poked between her thighs, parting her gash, the fullness of it, lengthwise and widthwise running longer than the full length of her steaming silt. Automatically she pressed her butt backward while parting her thighs, giving the prick better access to her pussy.
Mmmm, but it was really good. Harriet felt all easy and yielding in the center of this wonderful dream, her muscles still completely relaxed even though the swelling head of the moving prick began seeking the direct entrance to her anxious cunt.
Her head pressed more deeply into the soft pillow as she sighed, feeling gentle hands caress and rub the full mounds of her round butt, after which they slowly eased up to her waist, lightly rubbing and massaging the entire time, making her body a repository of live erogenous zones. Fingers slid beneath her body, moving higher until she felt them press her right nipple. And then the nipple was in the palm of the hand attached to the fingers. The palm pressed against her heavy teat, rubbing circularly, rousing her nipple from the sleep she was enjoying, making it grow, swell, and enlarge. Harriet sighed again, hoping the dream had a long way to go.
The tip of his long cock pushed a little more insistently at the opening between her cuntlips, and Harriet suddenly sensed a truly ecstatic thrill as she pushed back and felt the knob begin to actually move into her hole. She writhed a little to help it slide in. Mmmm!
Oh, yes, this was a nice cock, all right. It was thick, though not quite as thick as Ira's. Harriet slid its full length into her soaking, clinging box, and she could feel how long it was. The cock was definitely longer than Ira's, though not the eight or nine inches for which she had hoped. Hell! It was her dream. Why wasn't that damn cock as long as she had wished it to be?
She could feel the hand on her tit, still pressing the palm into her nipple while slowly rotating, and then she felt another hand pressing on the curve of her belly. He pulled her belly towards him, pressing her round butt into his thighs as he rammed his dong deep into her burning cunt until she could feel the weight of his nuts rubbing against the backs of her thighs. Even the hair on the balls felt unreal, sort of wispy and youthful.
Warmth flooded through her body as she realized she was really enjoying the fuck. But it had to be a dream, because in real life only Ira could make her react so acutely. The burning cock she dreamed inside her snatch was really different from all the others. This was an anxious cock. It had a burning appetite built into it, and though it wasn't as long as she'd wanted it to be, she could still feel the heavy tool reaching way up into her hole, tunneling through her cunt until it could go no farther.
The prick eased back, then worked its way in again. It eased out once more, than wedged its bullet-shaped point in again, thrusting powerfully into the grasping tenderness of her sucking pussy. In again out again, in again out again, in and out, back and forth, reaching, puking, and shoving. Harriet moaned out loud, hearing her voice echo through the dark bedroom.
For an instant she was frightened the children watching TV in the living room would hear her, even if the fucking was a dream.
Oh, this was good, really good. It had been two weeks since she had felt anything this good. Her husband was the only one with the ability to arouse her this much. Even so, it was different. It just didn't have the feel of Ira's fat, heavy cock. And even in a dream, if the sensations she felt were similar to these aroused in her by her husband, then the cock moving inside her cunt should certainly feel the same, no matter how different she wanted it to feel. Ira's had been the only truly great prick she had ever enjoyed, yet here was one making her feel really good. But it felt so entirely different. It moved within her rolling sheath in a different way.
Her eyes suddenly opened and she stared into the darkness. The plunging motion of the pistoning fullness within her was still there. She could feel the sensitivity of her swollen clitoris, enlarged because of whatever it was she realized really was inside her pussy. It was a cock. It definitely was a cock! Its full, velvety length was stretched all the way up into her steaming hole. And it was definitely churning in and out again and again.
She was wide-awake now, and that fabulous pecker was doing one hell of a job fucking her tight pussy, stabbing and withdrawing. And there was no doubt about the fact that someone's hot breath was panting against the nape of her neck, and the hands holding her tit and stomach were real, strong, solid hands, the fingers clutching her flesh as if in desperation. A hairy crotch slammed into the bouncing cheeks of her butt as he anxiously sought to ram his striving meat deeper in the tight, crushing confines of her frothing snatch.
"Who is it?" she asked, almost afraid. "Who is it?"
But the overpowering sense of wonderment she felt as his screwing cock continued ramming into her fuck-hole kept her from being frightened. Her sweet, sticky pussy almost sang with delight as his hard meat continued knifing in and out of her tight twat.
Reaching between her thighs, her fingers felt the heavy sac of wrinkled balls. She felt them fill her palm to overflowing and caressed them as the solid prick continued nailing itself into her quim.
Suddenly she tugged her fingers away, stiffening with near fright. The balls she felt were definitely not Ira's, and who else would have the nerve to fuck her in her own bedroom? But even as she thought about it, the long, hard cock inside her cunt was bringing her to the brink of an all-consuming, powerful, thrilling orgasm. The sensation filled her from top to bottom as only Ira's cock had been able to do, making her asscheeks clench in thrilling ecstasy.
"Oh, Christ!" she heard the masculine voice behind her say. "Oh, Christ! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
And as the liquid fire began spouting thickly and heavily into her tightened twat, Harriet realized she recognized the voice. She knew it as well as that of her daughter's or her niece's. Hell! It was the voice of the one person she had planned to seduce ever since returning that afternoon. But she didn't want to think about voices at that particular point in time. She didn't want to think about anything or anyone as her mind whirled and her cunt devoured the flood of burning spunk continually emptying into it. This was it! This was the cock for which she had been searching these many years. It was the one prick equal to that of her husband's. Ira's was the more experienced prick, though much of that experience had been garnered on her. Yet this rod had a natural movement to it that reminded her very much of the quality of her husband's mighty cock. This dick was longer, though not quite as thick, which was good, because she definitely didn't want it to feel the same. She wouldn't ever confuse one with the other. There would always be that difference, enough to make her really enjoy both cocks.
"Marty," she whispered as the sensation in her burning cunt began to cool. "What are you doing here?"
If he thought he could get away with fucking her this easily, he might try dominating her, and Harriet intended remaining the boss. She had to appear the dignified, outraged aunt. Certainly at this point she couldn't reveal to him her intent of fucking him. He would feel taken aback, perhaps somewhat ashamed, but she would let him know that if he came begging for cunt, he would get it every time, because, as his loving aunt, she had to protect him from other women in the summer neighborhood, especially the prostitutes who played for pay and carried all kinds of diseases.
"Marty," she whispered, chastising him with her voice. "What you did just now wasn't right. You know that. Now, if you behave, leave quietly, I won't tell anyone you were ever here."
"Leave?" Marty asked, his voice sounding more than a little amused. "Not a chance, Aunt Harriet. You and I are just beginning. You're a very desirable woman. I can understand Uncle Ira's having the hots for you. I have them myself. I've been dying to fuck you ever since we picked you up at the airport. I could hardly wait for Uncle Ira to leave. The girls are still watching TV, and they have no idea I'm in here, but if you raise your voice, you could always call them in so they can see us together for themselves."
"Marty, you know this isn't right."
"Who says? I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, and that's all that really counts, isn't it? I could tell the minute my cock was in your hot, squirmy pussy, you loved every second of it, so don't give me any stories about it not being right. I've been wanting that cunt of yours until I thought I'd burn up. Well, tonight I got into it, an it was something we both enjoyed, so don't hand me anything about how it wasn't right. It was very right."
"But I'm your aunt…"
"Who has one of the hottest boxes in the whole world. And I'm going to use that box every chance I get."
"But what about your Uncle Ira?" she asked, turning to face him, automatically holding him against her large, heavy jugs.
"Uncle Ira's a reasonable man," Marty assured her. "He loves you, and he knows I love you. He'd only want what's best for you. And my cock is definitely among those things that are best for you."
"You have it all figured out, don't you?"
"Aunt Harriet, before long, I have the feeling Uncle Ira and I will be sandwiching you between us."
What a thought. What a fantastic thought! To Harriet it was the essence of a dream come true. The two best pricks in the world inside her at the same time. What more could a woman want?
Her hands automatically ran through his hair as he pressed his lips to her nipples, first the right one, then the left one, sucking, sipping, licking, nibbling, making the rubbery tips enlarge with sensitivity. She was too busy thinking about what could happen with both cocks to take notice of what was actually happening at that moment. Marty's face slid along her belly, his tongue dotting points of sensuousness all the way his powerful hands cupped the cheeks of her full, round ass as his tongue slithered through the dark hedge of her crotch and his lips closed around the sopping gash of her cunt, still leaking his secretions. Odd, but semen mixed with female pussy syrup tasted exciting to Marty, and not nearly as revolting as he might have believed.
"Marty!" she almost screeched, abruptly aware of his mouth at her flooded gash. "What do you think you're doing now? Marty, stop…"
And that was as far as she got as he sighed into her pussy-split, his mouth sucking at those moisture-laden lips of her full cunt, his nose and checks pressing strongly against her tantalizing muff. She felt the hot, inward plunging of his tongue as it reamed into her twat, and she realized he was almost as good as her husband when it came to muff-diving. He was a member of the family in every way, his tongue sluicing the honey from her boiling box, lapping her ultra sensitive pussylips, and there was no way she would have been able to stop him, even if she wanted to, which she plainly did not.
His lapping tongue licked her cuntlips again and again as her heavy flow of cunt-cream drained into his wide-open mouth. He pulled her sensitive labes into his mouth, applying his tongue to her weeping quim as if it were a solid prick, running it in and out of her vibrating channel. At one point he merely opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked as much of her juicy cunt into it as possible. He all but swallowed it as he moved the tasty flesh around in his mouth before ultimately releasing it and slicing his tongue right back into the steaming center of her flaming snatch.
The flat of his tongue found the nutlike hardness of her aching cunt. He pressed down hard, sucking the tiny spike between his lips, and finally between his teeth, where he applied just enough pressure to make his aunt sigh.
Harriet's hands had automatically gone to Marty's head, holding it in place to better enjoy his cunt lapping. His voracious appetite for her pussy was matched by her heavy passion for his lips and tongue. She wanted more. And more she got.
Harriet couldn't restrain herself any longer. Gritting her teeth, she rammed her sopping cunt hard against his working mouth and felt his teeth rub her quivering clitoris. Her belly began heaving in and out, squirming and writhing, her ass gripped tightly by her nephew while he fed at her seething gash.
"Eat it!" she finally gasped, releasing her emotions, baring them for her nephew to see. "Eat my cunt till it's dry! Eat and eat and eat. God! What a mouth you have. What a cunt-eating mouth you have!"
His lips once again surrounded the nub of her button like cunt as he sucked with insane abandon. He sipped so strongly Harriet was willing to swear she felt her soul pulled out from her shimmering pussy. And as he sucked and chewed, his tongue continued wildly licking the very tip of her throbbing passion-button.
"Hush!" she groaned, and suddenly she came, violently bouncing with his face still glued to her burning pussy, spraying shot after shot of thick, heavy liquid into his gobbling mouth.
He drank, drank, and drank some more, and was still looking to drink even more when she grabbed his hair and ripped his face from her heaving cunt.
"No more," she begged. "No more, Marty. I'm oversensitive. I need time to recover."
"Sure," he told her, his face glistening with a mixture of perspiration and cunt juice. "Rest all you want while you suck me off."
"Things are moving a little too quickly!" she chastised. "I think we ought to slow down. I can go down on you next time."
"Shit on that," Marty told her. "My cock needs a blow job right now. So get your lovely ass over here, Auntie, and wrap your tongue around my hot pole."
He moved forward as she sat up, rising to his feet and shoving his solid meat towards her face. The sticky juice seeping from the eye of his burning prick dripped onto her. Her tongue came out and licked it up, tasting the delicious oiliness and muskiness of it. Automatically, her lips formed into a tight oval as his throbbing cock began pushing into the ring formed by them. The pulsing knob slipped behind her lips, her tongue touching the still-leaking tip, and Marty immediately knew he was in for a super blowjob. Not that his sister and cousin weren't good enough, but now he was going to get it from the cocksucker who really knew how to do it.
"God, but you look great," he told her, admiring the way her face looked with her mouth surrounding the fleshy poker he was pressing into it.
Harriet stared at the dark, short, curling hairs of the boy's crotch, breathing in the clean scent of his masculinity, mingled with the scent of her recently plundered cunt. "Suck my cock good, Aunt Harriet," Marty whispered. "I'll bet you can really do one helluva job, too."
Harriet cupped the boy's youthful nuts in her palm. She could feel the knobby dome of his pulsing cock running past her teeth now as he tried ramming it in deeper. Her tongue was automatically licking the spongy helmet, wrapping itself around the coronal rim, and feeling the sensitive edge for herself. Thunder seemed to sound somewhere inside her, touching every sensual point of her shuddering body. Oh, this was a good cock! It had a nice, clean, solid shape to it, ramrod stiff and unbending, much like her husband's slightly shorter, thicker prick. Yes, it was a wonderfully suckable piece of meat, and it would be a shame if she didn't do full justice to it.
Slurping, she tugged her nephew's strong, hard rod deeper into her mouth, feeling it rub against her throat. When the throbbing knob tried pushing its way into her gullet, she gagged for an instant and pulled back. Then she took a deep breath, relaxed her esophagus, and went all the way against him, sucking his tool in to the hairy root. And then she began salivating all over it as she strong sucked and chewed, eating his meaty cock as if it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Her head bobbed back and forth with avid strokes.
Christ! Marty was ready to go completely out of his mind. Her leeching lips and suctioning throat were applying unbelievable pressure to his white-hot prong. And the way her fingers were tightly gripping his balls made him fear his circulation would be cut off if she didn't ease the pressure.
She was on her knees on the floor now, and little by little fell back, first onto her ass, propping herself up on her arms, and then on her elbows, pulling his body lower and lower, until she was finally flat on the floor with only a pillow to raise her head. His knees were on the floor, too, on either side of her head as he began hotly ramming his iron-hard cock into her throat, fucking her mouth wildly. The cheeks of his ass sat on her full, pillow tits, cushioned by the heavy flesh, aroused by the touch of her nipples. He fell forward himself now, hovering over her face with his cock fully inserted into her gnawing mouth. His knees and his elbows took his weight as he began fucking into her mouth with the same vigorous intensity he had used to plough into her squishy cunt. She was giving him head like neither his sister nor his cousin had, though he suspected they would eventually catch up to his aunt. It was just a question of time and experience.
She chewed on his throbbing meat, sucking the solid dome and chewing on the plunging rod, even biting at the root. And when he seemed to be tiring and letting up, her fingernails drove into his ass, making him buck all the harder and faster, shoving his pipe like cock deeper and deeper into her throat, exciting her to a fever pitch.
And then his knob expanded all the more and he was shooting great, ropy gout of hot, steaming jizz down her eager throat as she avidly drank, sucking until she totally emptied his balls. Only then did he withdraw.