She moved her head back and forth in rhythmic movements, her hand stroking the base of his shaft as his ass pumped up and back like a jack hammer.
"Oh yes… honey, suck it… suck it good… suck it!"
Then she took her sucking mouth from his cock and gazed at it adoringly. "What a wonderful, thick prick you've got," she moaned.
She scooped her enormous, fleshy breasts into her own hands and rubbed the long, pointed nipples against his cockhead, back and forth, barely brushing it.
Both of them gasped.
"Is that good, lover?" she cooed.
"Yeah… yeah, it feels great," he moaned.
"Well, I know something that's gonna feel even better."
Releasing her breasts, Sally eased forward, kissing his prick repeatedly. Then her lush, red lips separated and his cock was again taken inside her mouth.
At once, filled with the warmth of her velvet mouth, Carl reared upward with his hips. His steel-hard cock rammed the rear of her throat, almost gagging her. She relaxed her jaw, took his cockhead into her throat, and started bobbing her head as she sucked.
She established a steady rhythm, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive knob. And while it plied its erotic talents, her hand stroked his cockshaft.
She sucked vigorously, confidently, wantonly.
When she ceased sucking, it was to send her lips traveling the entire length of the shaft, kissing and licking the barrel, until she arrived at one of his balls. Carl groaned. The excitement she produced was exquisite. He moaned again moments later as her mouth sought his cock for the return kissing-and-licking journey along the stem to the throbbing head.
His hands grasped her head and began thrusting it more rapidly. Sally's hands were now kneading at the flesh of his ass as it thrashed about wildly. She felt his balls tingle and knew he was about to blow his load. He pumped in short, rapid strokes until the head of his prick exploded and its contents shot to the back of her throat.
She had taken the full length of his turgid meat down her throat. When his volcanic cum erupted into her mouth, Sally swallowed gluttonously. She continued nursing on his massive rod until she'd jacked the remaining drops from it, then let it fall limp before her. Carl reached down and pulled her to her feet. As they kissed, the mixtures of saliva and cum combined.
"Can you get it hard again, lover?" Sally purred. "I want that big hunk of cockmeat in my pussy once more before we go back to our seats."
Carl didn't use words to answer her. Instead, he twisted them both around until he could sit down on the seat. Then he reached up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back down toward him.
"Oh yeah… my God, yes, what a man!" Sally gasped as the head of his cock, still rock-hard, nestled between her ass cheeks.
"Want me to stick it up your ass?"
"That would be fun," Sally sighed hotly, "but I really need it in my cunt."
"Put it in then, baby."
Sally placed her hand behind her and guided his prick to her slobbering pussy. His hot tool cruised deep within her, causing her to writhe under each stroke. She rotated her hips in circular motions as his hands played over her soft body, squeezing and fondling. Between each stroke, Carl traced small circles with his tongue over her heaving tits.
Sally felt her third climax beginning to build as shots of electricity ran through every nerve in her body. Their coupled bodies worked hard and fast as their mutual orgasms began to come. Carl held fast to her cum-soaked cheeks and thighs as she bounced up and down on his throbbing, blood-engorged prick.
Then he was shooting, pouring an even bigger load of hot cum-juice into her pussy than he had blown in her mouth.
"OH SHIT!" she cried. "You're coming, you're coming so good! I can feel it all sticky and hot in my pussy!"
His searing jism was splattering the walls of her cunt. "Come with me, baby… shoot your cream all over my balls!"
"I am, I am! Keep pumping!"
His climax started hers, and it flooded his prick like thick syrup.
They rolled from the toilet to the floor as they continued their frantic search for satisfaction.
Then, both spent, they raised themselves up, got dressed, and briefly checked themselves in the mirror.
Gently, Carl took her in his arms. "That wasn't the most comfortable fuck I've ever had," he said. "But it sure as hell was the most satisfying."
"It's another hour before we land," Sally said, smiling up into his face. "I'll take a little nap in your lap. And maybe, just maybe, you can ease the blanket over my head… and we'll see what happens!" Chapter 10 When Sally entered the baggage claim area of the airport, the first thing she heard was Reese's excited, happy voice calling her name.
"Sally, Sally!"
She looked around and then spotted him rushing toward her, his arms outstretched. She tried to keep her eyes from misting, but it was no use. When Reese's arms wrapped around her neck and his lips met hers, her eyes clouded with welled-up tears.
She stepped back from him and appraised him, her eyes glowing with love, "You look marvelous, Reese," she said happily. "More handsome than ever."
"And you're as beautiful as ever," he replied. And he was telling the truth. Sally was no kid, but she was as trim and taut as she ever was. She still didn't wear a bra, and her full breasts pressed arrogantly against her dress material. The only concession her face had made to time was the appearance of tiny lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth.
Sally could see what he was looking at and she could sense the approval in his eyes. It made everything easier for her.
"Where are the children?" she asked apprehensively, fearful that they might not have wanted to welcome her.
"What children?" Reese asked. "I don't have children anymore." He pointed to two young people standing impatiently to one side, allowing their father and aunt a precious moment together.
Fay was sixteen, and absolutely gorgeous. Her stringy hair was now wavy and honeyed. The unsightly braces were gone from her teeth, and her skin glowed with vibrant health. Her scrawny body had developed excitingly. Her tits were pert and full. Her legs were long and lithe. And the slight flare of her hips promised a succulent feast between them.
The boy, Richard, was thirteen and very big for his age. He was the picture of his handsome father. He was already as tall as Sally, with broad shoulders, and narrow hips. Sally felt a quiver in her loins as her eyes dropped momentarily to the bulge in his tight jeans. Absently, she wondered how much of his father Richard had inherited in his cock.
"Aunt Sally!" Richard shouted, and ran to her.
When his arms encircled her neck and he lifted her from the ground, she knew that her fears were unfounded. Richard obviously still loved her. She also knew, as her firm tits crushed into his chest and his tight crotch pressed against her thigh, that there would be many times during the long summer that she would want him to shove his cock into her. It might be a reprehensible thought, but there was nothing she could do about it. Richard was already a man. And Sally knew her own penchant for young cock. Well, she thought to herself, she would just cross that bridge when she came to it.
Sally turned her attention to Fay. She hugged the young girl who had blossomed into such a woman, and felt those youthful, pointy breasts press into her own. It was almost as exciting for Sally as hugging Richard.
Oh God, Sally thought, I hope I can keep myself under control with two such beautiful children around the house all the time!
The family made their way to the parking lot and Reese's car. Fay drove, with Richard in the front seat beside her. Sally and Reese sat in the back. They had just joined the flood of traffic outside the airport, heading for the suburb where Reese and the children lived, when her brother took Sally's hand and held it tightly.
"We're all glad you decided to come, Sis," he said, his dark eyes boring into hers.
"I'm glad, too," Sally answered warmly, returning what she thought was a look of desire in Reese's eyes.
They had barely gotten Sally's luggage from the car when Richard suggested they all go for a swim.