Nine o'clock at night, and Martin Reinhard was floating in a blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming. His long, lean, well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath. His mind was immersed in lustful thoughts of that afternoon's activities with Anne Roxbury.
How they had fucked! After he'd tit-fucked the girl to climax and come off in her mouth, she had sucked his mighty prick hard as he went down on her lashing her pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue. Then he had rolled over on his back and fucked the girl till she screamed with sheer ecstasy. The sight of her short skirt riding up her thighs, bright red against the paleness of her otherwise naked body, turned him on immensely – even hours and hours after the fact.
His cock was stirring into lustful life again. His eyes closed languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface of the water. It was already the consistency of bread pudding, and as he lazily began jacking it oft its tip poked up above the water and the cock acquired the hardness of tempered steel.
God, was he ever horny again! It was too bad Anne had to be home by five-thirty to avoid arousing the suspicions of her parents. If she had, she could have aroused something other than suspicion in her randy boyfriend! Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her time and time again! He had a lot more sexual vitality than most men and he knew it.
Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be squirting his come into open air or bath water. And what a waste that was!
Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over his face and the straining tip of his prick. It took him a minute to realize that someone had eased open the bathroom door, and closed it just as quietly.
He opened his eyes to narrow slits. Then they went wide as his eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline.
His aunt was standing there by the tub, looking down at him with a strange light in her amber eyes. And she was wearing even less than his girlfriend had been when he'd balled her that afternoon.
He started to sit up. "Wha…?" he began. Jacqui stepped brazenly into the tub and thrust her hips forward.
Martin's words were cut off by a damp, crisp, tasty mat of cunt fur pressed over his mouth. The forested bulge of his aunt's pussy mound filled his mouth with softness and delicious flavor – the flavor of aroused cunt!
"Mmmmm-ff!" he said, and began gnawing on Jacqui's cunt bun. She moaned happily and lifted her other foot into the tub, to stand naked and spread-legged before her surprised but happily cunt-eating nephew.
Sitting up, Martin reached behind the woman and cupped his hands over her ass. How firm and sweet those buttcheeks were! He squeezed them, savoring the feel of them. He pulled the furry pussy harder against his gobbling face.
A trickle of something warm ran down his chin. Jacqui groaned and cocked her hips. The greasy slit of her cunt slid right up over her nephew's greedy lips. Then her pussy spread wide to kiss the youth full on the mouth – a rank, juicy, sloppy cunt-kiss that made his cock throb violently with painful, urgent need!
"Mmmmmm!" he said again, more emphatically than before. He kissed those gaping pussy lips with a wet smack that made his aunt shudder with delight. Then he slid his tongue into the brimming mess of her cunt.
"Oh my!" she gasped. She was really and truly startled by his tongue entering her pussy. Not that she was surprised by Martin's doing so – under the circumstances, running his tongue lovingly into his aunt's dripping slit was rather to be expected – but by how utterly good it felt! She cradled his head in her hands and began rubbing her pussy into his face.
The youth's tongue was sweet music in her cunt. First it ran up and down the slot of her cunt a few times, sucking up mouthfuls of sweet, freely-flowing pussy oils. Then it eased out of her cunt and began scouring the pussy lips from the outside, licking and lapping, running between the sensitive inner cuntlips and the thick flesh-rolls of her outer pussy lips.
"That's nice – very nice," Jacqui murmured. It felt as if a hand were closed over her heart. Why had she waited so long? For months she had been living in the same house with this gorgeous stud. Why had she hesitated so long before finding relief for her overpowering sexual need?
But this was incest, a part of her protested. This was evil, unnatural, wrong. Her own nephew! The idea that she would be standing in a bathtub full of hot water while her nephew noisily devoured her greedy cunt would once have shocked her.
But now she didn't care. Sampling again the incredible delight of having her pussy eagerly and expertly lapped, she knew she would do anything to keep getting the delightful attention her pussy required. It was betrayal of her sister, she knew. And if her affair with Martin were ever found out, it would be the end of her job at the library as well.
Martin pulled his head back from the dripping cunt. He stuck his tongue out deliberately and touched its tip to the scalloped inner cuntlips. They tasted hot and oily. He began to push the tongue between his aunt's pussy lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. "Oooooooooh," she husked, from the back of her throat. "What are they teaching you kids in school these days?"
Martin didn't answer. He just kept running his tongue into her slack-lipped cunt. Seething liquid from Jacqui's pussy filled his mouth and lathered his tongue. He felt the elastic walls of her cunt molding around his intruding tongue, trying to draw it deeper into the depths of her needy twat.
Hard, even teeth crushed Jacqui's pussy lips. Deeper and deeper probed the young man's tongue. Then it stopped. Jacqui rolled her hips around that teasingly cock-imitating shaft of tongue. Her pussy muscles, so long unused, came to life to grasp it in a slippery sleeve of cunt.
Martin moaned as his aunt's pussy took hold of his tongue. Damn, she had good muscle control! What would that educated pussy feel like wrapped around his throbbing, rampant cock?
He intended to find out. But first he was going to make his hot aunt come!
He started fucking his tongue furiously in and out of Jacqui's lathering pussy. Aromatic essence of cunt filled his mouth. Shuddering moans of delight filled his ears.
Jacqui's pussy was alive with pleasure, and her whole body seemed to prickle with hot white points of joy. "Oh, it's good," she cried. Her head was thrown back and her bobbed auburn hair spilled down her back. Her throat was a graceful white arch. "I'd – forgotten how – oooooh! – good it is to have my pussy lapped!"
Martin was thinking he'd never even known how good it was to lap a pussy! His aunt's slobbering, squirming snatch seemed to possess a life of its own. It was clutching and frenching his tongue as skillfully as any mouth. Her lean, nude body, slippery with condensed water, was satiny-skinned and delightful to the touch. The taste of her cunt was clean and crisp and tantalizing.
He tongue-fucked that greedy pussy till Jacqui was groaning mindlessly and orbiting her hips around his stabbing tongue. Then he changed his tactics. He pulled his tongue out with a juicy pop! and then slid it up the spice-filled trench of her cunt till it notched into the little vee of flesh at the upper end.
To his surprise, he found that her clit, far from cowering back within its protective hood of pink pussy, was jutting out proudly, demanding the attention of his tongue. He didn't disappoint the nerve-rich node that was the pleasure center of his aunt's pussy.
Incandescent flashes of light exploded in Jacqui's brain. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she gasped. Her fingernails dug into the back of her nephew's blond head. "Eat me! Eat me till I can't stand it anymore! Make me come! I need to come!"
To hear was to obey. Punching at the clit with his tongue, Martin slipped, his lips around it. His belly went hollow as he sucked with all his might.
Water sloshed agitatedly around Jacqui's calves. What tremendous force had hit her like a thunderbolt? What power was shaking her? Why was her pussy seeming at the same time to collapse and explode in a galaxy of delicious sensations.
It had been so long. But then the long-limbed divorcee recognized what was happening to her.
"Yes – YES!" she cried, exultant. "I'm coooommmmmmmiiinnngggg!"
Her sharp tits bounced and jiggled madly. Martin slipped his thumb into the morass of her cunt, felt her pussy walls contract tightly about it. Her pubic bone slammed him in the face so hard he saw stars. He clung on grimly, sucking and tonguing her swollen clit, while she fucked her hips ecstatically back and forth into his greedily gobbling face.
"Unnnh! Unnnh! Uh-hunh!" Jacqui moaned in tempo to the banging of her cunt into her nephew's face. It's so nice, she thought, soooooo nice. How did I ever live without it?
The fury of his aunt's orgasm made the young man uncomfortably aware of his own need. His cock seemed to pound with one urgent demand – fuck, fuck, he had to fuck!
With his thumb still stirring the delightful witch's brew of his aunt's climaxing cunt, he began to tug the lissome armload of woman down toward the stiff bar of prick between her water slick thighs.
The crashing waves of orgasm were beginning to calm inside Jacqui's long-neglected body. She wondered why Martin was trying to pull her down. She bent her head slowly forward, savoring the relaxation of her orgasm-tightened neck muscles. Her eyes opened.
All of a sudden she knew what her nephew had in mind. Like an iceberg, most of his titanic cock was submerged in the bathwater. But enough of his scarlet-headed prick showed above the rippling wavelets to arouse the interest anew in her sated cunt!
Her feet slipping on the enamel floor of the tub, she bent her knees. Her pussy-mouth parted readily, watering in anticipation of being crammed full of her nephew's cock. Her heart thudded against her ribs as though trying to hammer its wad out. She was about to be fucked!
Martin lay back and watched the show. He pulled his tongue out of Jacqui's snatch. It was sticky and shiny with fragrant pussy sauces. He put it up to his mouth and licked it absentmindedly.
The pink-petalled flower of Jacqui's cunt blossomed before her nephew's lustful eyes. He watched raptly as the pussy reached right for the head of his prick. Was this really happening? Never in his wildest imaginings had he ever dreamed he'd be watching his beautiful aunt getting ready to fuck herself silly on his outsized cock. And getting fucked in the bathroom was one of his most agonizingly unattainable sexual fantasies!
The dripping lips of Jacqui's cunt touched the red-hot tip of her nephew's cock. Both of them were almost surprised when they didn't hear a hiss of steam. The lips opened, slid down, drawing the cock into the overflowing well of her pussy.
In fascination Martin watched Jacqui's cunt completely swallow the fat, wedge-shaped head of his prick. The cool lips closed on the throbbing shaft of his prick. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Shifting her hips to seat herself more firmly on the youth's prick, Jacqui started to lower herself.
In her years of being married to accountant Vic Edwards, Jacqui had learned all kinds of tricks to drive a man out of his mind when he fucked her. But now she wasn't being subtle. She had no time for that.
She had to feel every inch of that wonderful prick crammed into her cunt without delay!
Without a pause Jacqui's pussy flowed down the pillar of Martin's cock. With a squelching sound the triangle of her cunt bush disappeared into the water. Martin pressed his head against the unyielding white enamel and shut his eyes as Jacqui ground her pussy hard into his crotch.
He didn't have time to savor the oily snugness of her sinuous tube of pussy. At once she raised herself, her cunt lips pooching out along the well-greased pole cock. Martin bit his lip as vacuum sucked irresistibly on his hard, horny cock.
For an instant Jacqui hung poised in space, water pouring off her buttocks and thighs, reveling in the feel of having her cunt lips wedged apart by the mammoth head of her nephew's cock. She was in heaven! This was incest, this was something she'd always been taught was a nasty, ugly sin. She should have been recoiling in horror from the very idea.
But instead she was wallowing in the hot, horny, carnally sensuous reality of fucking!
She sat down suddenly. She and Martin gasped as her pussy was abruptly choke-full of vibrating cock. He reached dripping hands out of the water to grab hold of her tits. The nipples poked like little fingers into his palms. Then his aunt erupted out of the water like a sea serpent. Grunting and blowing, Martin lay back and tried to survive the most hair-raisingly wild fuck of his young life!
He could feel in every fiber of his aunt's nude body that here was a woman totally skilled in the erotic arts, but she wasn't using a bit of finesse on his straining prick. Instead, she was fucking herself with the erotic abandon of the truly sex-starved. And it was practically killing him with pleasure!
Incredibly, Jacqui's pussy was tight – almost too much so. It was every bit as tight as any of the tasty, nubile adolescent pussies he'd plugged his cock into. And that tightness, combined with the desperate fury with which his aunt was rhythmically impaling itself on his prick, were hurling him headlong toward coming off.
But he didn't want that to happen – not yet! This was too nice to end so soon. Here was the perfect, unattainable woman he'd lived close to for half a year. He hadn't even dared fantasize fucking her before this. That was incest. It was forbidden. If he'd so much as considered it, he felt sure she would have detected it and turned from him in fathomless loathing.
But here she was – fucking him half to death in his very own bath! And it was her doing, not his. Till he'd opened his eyes to stare unbelievingly at the slender, naked body towering over him, he had had no thought of sampling the delights of Jacqui Hyde's pussy!
"Ahhh-ngahh!" Jacqui sobbed. Her head whipped from side to side in counterpoint to the up and down of her soaking ass. She had a cock in her pussy again and what a cock! Even Vic Edwards hadn't had a cock like that – and he hadn't used it half as well! Though he wasn't aware he was doing so, Martin was driving up hard with his hips every time his aunt slid down the greasy cock, hammering his prick home in her juicy snatch. He seemed to be pounding the head of his prick halfway to his aunt's tonsils. And that was just exactly what she wanted!
The level of water in the bathtub was going down. Huge quantities of water sloshed out onto the floor every time Jacqui ground her ass hard against her nephew's thighs, and more slopped over when she shoved herself up till she was standing all the way up on her knees and marveling that a good inch of cock was still in her cunt!
"Give it to me!" Jacqui gritted. "Let me have every inch of that lovely cock!"
"You've got it, baby," Martin replied. He closed his hands on her boobs.
"That feels good – everything you do feels good! I love the feel of your cock in me. I love your hands on my tits! Oh, fuck me hard!"
Martin squeezed the slender nipples between finger and thumb. His head was swimming. Fucking underwater was a completely different sensation from anything he'd ever experienced! The water swirling around his prick made his cock react in a brand new way to the cunt-juice filled pussy slithering ravenously over it.
A shudder wracked his muscular frame. His hands clamped like pinchers on his aunt's boobs. "What is it?" she asked, "Are you about to come?"
Martin nodded.
"Good! Come now – come in me! I want your jism in my pussy!"
If that's the way you want it, Martin thought. He fucked upwards so his hips emerged from the water and Jacqui writhed in the air on the deeply-buried ramrod of her nephew's cock. Then he fired a long, lingering blast of come far, far up into his aunt's belly.
The sting of Martin's hot come seared the nerve-ends in Jacqui's cunt. A spark seemed to bum its way into her pussy. Then she exploded.
The first contraction milked an even longer surge of sperm from Martin's prick. With his body enveloped in warm water and his prick embedded in a clutching cunt, Martin surrendered himself totally to the erotic sensations. He floated in a rich broth of ecstasy, and pumped load after load of boiling come into Jacqui's coming twat.
His head sank into the frothing water. His ears filled with the fluid. But dimly, a sound came to his brain, seemingly ringing in his very bones.
Then, as the pounding surf of climax closed over his consciousness, he identified the sound. It was the full-throated, ecstatic screaming of a woman being purged of endless nights of deep, dark longing.