Cathy Owens was a wild chick, at least that was what her parents had always said. That translated, thought Cathy, into the fact that she had been screwing around quite a bit lately, and her parents didn't know how to deal with it.
Deal with it? What in the fuck did they have to deal with? As far as Cathy was concerned, she thought she had dealt with it pretty well, by getting the birth control pills. She guessed her parents didn't see it exactly that way.
Well, then, fuck 'em! That was how Cathy felt about it! She was eighteen, and she could do what she fucking well pleased! And, if they wanted to get her out of their hair, she'd go along with it. She'd even live with her Aunt Shirley and her Uncle Derek, if that was the way they wanted it, at least until she could get a job and had enough extra money to get out on her own.
It wouldn't be that big of a deal changing schools for her final year, except for Tom, of course. Tom had been her boyfriend in Colorado, and now that she was living in Oregon, she didn't figure she'd be seeing a whole hell of a lot of him. Oh, well, there would be other boys; Hell, there always were.
Back to business. Now where was I? Cathy asked herself. Ah, yes, the latest issue of PARTYGIRL. She had picked it up at the newsstand downtown, and the clerk hadn't even blinked an eye when she had laid it in front of him on the counter.
Cathy guessed that she wouldn't be getting out much over the next couple of days while she settled into what they loosely termed life in this hick berg in southern Oregon.
It had been several years since she last stayed with Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek. She had been just a little girl then, and she was unsure just how far they'd let her go now. Would they realize she was an adult, or treat her like the little girl in pigtails she had been a decade ago?
So, until she met some kids-some boys, let's be honest-she would have to have something for amusement. Yeah, the magazine would do quite well for the time being ...
She went over to her suitcase and took the magazine out, then returned to the bed and sat down. It was kind of exciting to her, opening the latest issue. It was a regular routine ...
Where else could you see so many naked studs at once, all of them handsome, all of them hung, and all of them yours for the night? And, of course, with no need to say thank you to them or change the sheets afterward.
Cathy flipped open the magazine and started to page through it. The first photo layout was of a young guy, naked but wearing a black leather jacket in some of the shots, posed on and around a big chrome-plated motorcycle.
Not bad, she thought. Not too fuckin' bad. Now, once she was back in school, she wouldn't mind picking up something like that! He was kind of a tough-looking character, but Cathy actually liked that.
She liked a guy to be manly, not like some of the wimpy dorks she knew at school. She wanted a big guy, a strong kind, kind of like Uncle Derek, now that she thought about it!
In the pictures he was only about half-hard, but she knew that if she was around the guy she could remedy that pretty fucking easily! And she would be more than pleased to do just that, that was for fucking sure!
She imagined him pressing his naked body to hers, and she thought of what it would feel like to cup his balls in her hand, to lift up and to squeeze that big cock of his. MMMmmmm!
Somehow, looking at the pictures, thinking about the stud in them, she kept getting her fantasies mixed up with Uncle Derek. Crazy! And what would Aunt Shirley have thought about that?
Now, getting back to brass tacks, what was it about a guy's bone that was so endlessly fascinating to her? She wasn't really sure; all she knew was that all she had to do was to be around a guy that she was interested in, say Tom back in Colorado, for instance, and she just couldn't keep her mind off of his fucking cock'.
Cathy could feel the tension in her body building, and she knew she had to do something about it. There was a lock on the door, so she didn't need to worry about anyone barging in on her.
Besides, Aunt Shirley was the only one around at the moment. Yeah, she was going to have to do something about that aching in her crotch or she was going to explode!
It had been over a month since she last had any good lovin', since she last had Tom's cock in her. Right after their last date her parents had really blown up.
Jeez, I mean really ... Just because she hadn't come home for three days and nights was that any reason to freak out?
Three days and nights of wild, wonderful sex! Yes, that was definitely what she really needed right now.
Cathy reached down and unbuttoned the top button on her jeans, then she pulled her pants down over her hips. Yeah, that was a lot better! She reached down and rubbed her little chestnut-colored snatch with her fingers, letting them dawdle a little bit into the little pink cleft of her pussy.
She couldn't keep her eyes off of those pictures! Cathy rubbed her pussy hard, feeling its heat beneath her fingertips.
Jeez, was she ever feeling horny! What she really needed was a nice hard dick probing up into her aching little cunt, and the only guy she knew in town was Uncle Derek. And there she was, doing it again!
Try to get it through your mind that Uncle Derek is off limits' Hell, you just didn't go around fucking your uncle, that was all there was to it! Well, lacking him and lacking anyone else, she figured she could manage a pretty decent substitute ...
She extended her middle finger and ran it up and down the length of her cuntslice, probing it in just a little ways. That felt so delicious that she knew it wasn't going to take too fucking long before she had cum her brains out!
Cathy reached up and ran her free hand over her thrusting tits, feeling the little sharp spikes of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her blouse. She may not have had much in the tit department, but like Tom had always said, more than a handful was a waste.
Yeah, that was about what she had, was a nice, couple of firm handfuls. Okay, so they were small handfuls! It wasn't like she was going to stop growing!
Cathy unbuttoned her blouse so that she could get at her tits better. She peeled the fabric of her blouse apart and then looked down at a single out-thrust tit.
Her tits were unusual, she thought. You had to say that for them, even if they weren't gigantic. And, too, she'd never gotten any complaints about them. She might have wished for a huge pair of floppers if she had had her druthers, but these would do in a pinch, or to be pinched.
They were just little upward-perked tits, two pointed mounds capped with nipples that were so light that you couldn't even see the edges of the dimpled aureoles. They just seemed to fade into the surrounding flesh.
Cathy licked a finger and ran it in little circular swirls around her out thrust nipple, making it harden even more, sending little tickling twinges through her body and straight to her hungry little pussy.
Shit! She felt like she could scream, she needed to be fucked so badly! Why couldn't there be some big cocked stud available to ram her up the twat when she really needed it? She quickly flipped through the pages of the magazine to another photo spread, and took a look at that.
The pictures were of an Italian-looking guy with sharply chiseled, almost feminine features, and lots of curly black hair. He was a body builder, she guessed, because his body was really nice, all the muscles developed and nicely-defined, even though he wasn't one of these Schwarzenegger Muscle Beach monstrosities.
Cathy just couldn't hold herself back at that point in the game. She thrust two fingers deeply into her little brunette twat, feeling the wetness and the heat that was smoldering inside. Her pussy was almost too sensitive for the probing of her fingers, so that just sliding her fingers in practically set off the fireworks.
She started to feather, to slide, to squirm her fingers in, while her free thumb rubbed and twiddled her little clit like she was a goddamned banjo virtuoso.
Oh, man! Yeah! Yeah! That was the fuckin' spot!
Yeah, Cathy knew, it wouldn't be too fucking long after she had entered her new school that she picked some guy up, and then she wouldn't have to be diddling herself so much. She could get the real thing - a nice hard boner - shoved up her twat and ramming into it.
All she'd have to do was show up at school and shake her little ass around a little bit and, sure enough, she'd have some hungry wolf trailing her, trying a cop a sniff of her pussy.
Cathy turned over on her side on the bed, scooting the magazine over where it was out of her way. She just couldn't wait any longer! She would have liked to sustain her little finger-fucking, but she was just too hot and bothered to hold off. She had to have it!
She lay her cheek next to the magazine, so that the stud was right next to her, and her eyes zeroed in on his naked cock and balls while she began to really drive her fingers into her yearning pussy with a vengeance.
She closed her eyes and her mouth lolled open, breathing hard, as she ran her fingers in and out of her pussy, driving them in.
What if that was that guy's hard boner driving into my twat? she thought. What if he was gripping my little asscheeks with his strong fingers and slamming into me with his bone?
She squirmed her fingers deep, making a little slurping sound.
She had her fingers driven all the way to the back of her pussy and she was massaging the insides and the far wall with her twisting, probing fingers. At the same time her fingers were working her nipple, lightly pinching, pulling on it until her brain was fevered with lust, and she was woozy from the continued finger probing.
Cathy lay on her side on the bed, her designer jeans pulled down to her knees, as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, bringing herself closer and closer to her climax.
Exquisite, exquisite. At least that was what Shirley Langendorf thought.
Somehow she had had the intuition that her niece might be up to something back there in her new room, and so she had decided to check up on her. She had promised to watch out for Cathy to her parents, after all.
And it had paid off beautifully, that intuition that something was going on. As beautiful as Cathy's pale and beautifully-shaped ass contrasted against the raspberry-colored bedspread, viewed through the keyhole of the old door.
Shirley couldn't help what she did, at least that was what she was to tell herself later. Without even thinking about it her fingers snaked under her house dress, and started to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
She had been trying to fight that feeling she had about Cathy ever since she had arrived, but seeing her naked there on the bed, masturbating, sure wasn't helping her resolve any!
All she could think of was that young, shapely ass - the ass of a girl who was rapidly becoming a woman - and what she would do with that pretty ass if she had half a chance.
It was crazy, Shirley thought, shaking her head, then returning her eye to the keyhole. It was fucking crazy!
For one thing, she wasn't a lesbo, and never had been one. She'd never even ever really had thoughts about making it with another woman up until that point, but then, of course, Cathy wasn't exactly a woman, either.
Now, everyone, Shirley supposed, had had a few fantasies like the ones she had been having. There had been times when she had been younger when a girlfriend had spent the night and Shirley had watched them undress.
Sure, maybe she had watched with interest at those times, wondering what it would be like to touch their tits or even what it would be like to taste their pussies or make love to them.
She had wondered often enough, too, what it would be like if she had a dick, what it would feel like to drive a dick into another woman's pussy.
Those were just thoughts, that was all! She had never had the least inclination to act upon them! She wasn't a lesbo! Besides, even if she had, Derek would have killed her if he caught her fucking around with another broad!
But all it had taken was for her sister to give her a call and to ask if her niece Cathy could spend the summer with her and her husband, and then to pick Cathy up at the Greyhound station.
Cathy wasn't exactly the little girl in pigtails that Shirley remembered her as. Those summers years ago, with Cathy cavorting without her top on in the sprinkler in the front yard ... Well, things had changed since then, that was for fucking sure!
In Shirley's mind's eye she could see Cathy getting off of the bus, and the wave of shock that had gone through her when she saw how grown up the "little girl" had become!
She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Petite, with the body of a woman-not-yet-a-woman, she could have easily been in one of those "teen" magazines as a model.
That, Shirley, figured was the whole problem. That was what had gotten Cathy into problems with the boys in her hometown in Colorado and had made her parents insist that she get away from that scene by coming to Oregon.
Well, judging from her sister's description, what had happened in Colorado had been a problem, anyway. Shirley wasn't quite so sure that they weren't over-reacting to what was perfectly normal in a young girl: dating, staying out late with boyfriends, experimenting with sex and even "going all the way".
Hell, that kind of behavior was normal in a young girl. What Shirley should have worried about was if Cathy wasn't showing an interest in the opposite sex at her age ...
Maybe her sister didn't remember too well what a little flirt she had been when she was Cathy's age. Or maybe she did remember and didn't want Cathy to come as close to being called the class whore as she had.
Shirley'd have to tell Cathy sometime about how her mother had acted when she was her age, maybe that would do something to balance the guilt trip her parents were trying to lay on her.
Of course, Shirley thought, her mind coming back to Cathy lying there on the bed, her ass moving gently up and down as she drove her fingers into her pussy, there was the other problem, too.
Shirley's problem.
Put it down to the fuckin' seven-year-itch and to balling the same guy week in and week out for all these years! She and Derek had been cooling down in their marriage lately and ... Was that it? Cooling down?
Now that she thought about it, that wasn't exactly it that was causing her wandering eye. It had just been that they had decided to "spice up" their marriage after fifteen years. That wasn't "cooling down", that was just doing something to counter the inevitable toning down of a relationship that always happened.
Shirley ran her fingers over her pussy, feeling it heat up a little bit. Now, this wasn't exactly the way that she thought Derek would approve of her "spicing up" their marriage, spying on their young niece and jerking off while she did it.
Hell, Derek would freak out if he knew what she was doing, that was for certain. Derek may have been a horny bastard most of the time, but if it came down to Shirley getting involved with her niece, no way would he go along with it.
Derek would have freaked even if Shirley had just had a fling with another broad, but with his niece? Wow! But, Derek wasn't due home for another hour-and-a-half, and so there was no danger of being found out.
She could probably get away with ...
Shirley sat up on her knees and reached under her house dress. She slid her fingers into the latex waistband, and then she slid her panties down until they were tangled around her knees. Yeah, that would sure make what she had planned a hell of a lot easier ...
Then she brought her eye to the keyhole again.
Oh, Cathy, she thought, how I would dearly love to ...
And then Shirley Langendorf tried to stop what she was thinking about her niece. She shouldn't be thinking that sort of thing, especially about her young niece. Things like ...
She pressed her eye against the keyhole. Like sticking her tongue into that tight little ass and swirling it around! There! She had gone ahead and thought it!
It was really filthy, she knew, to think things like that about her young niece, but the truth was, she told herself, that she just couldn't fucking control herself!
Hell, maybe she was a fucking lesbian, after all! Maybe these years with Derek had just been a big fucking mistake, and what she really needed was to be eating out the pussy of some broad instead of taking Derek's big dick into her pussy!
But the horrible thing was, she wasn't interested in making it with just any woman, all she knew was that she was desperately turned-on by her little niece. And that was worse!
Shirley just couldn't wait another second. Simultaneously, not removing her eye from the keyhole as she watched that beautiful little ass clenching in the room, she slid two fingers up her pussy. They went in easily, her cunt channel lubricated by her own hot pussy juices.
Ooh, that felt so fucking good! Shit, she wished that she could do that all of the time ...
And something else, too, she thought, and that was when she slid the index finger of her other hand up her asshole. Yeah! To be fucked from both ends, that was what she really needed!
She could see Cathy's body twitching and writhing in ecstasy as she diddled herself on the bed. Somehow I've got to put an end to it! Shirley thought. I just can't let myself get so carried away that I ...
She was thrusting and sliding two fingers deeply into her twat, her breathing coming much quicker now, her whole body heating up as she drove her fingers in, slid them part way out, drove them in again. Oooohh! That felt so fucking good!
At the same time she was twirling and feathering a single finger into her asshole, driving it in, twirling it, tickling the length of her little tight channel with her finger.
What I really want is to lick her little asshole until she screams with pleasure ... I'd just love to fuck her ... Maybe if I used my dildo on that little cunt of hers ... I'd just fuckin' love to cram that big rod up her asshole ...
Shirley's breathing speeded as her fingers continued to slide into her, twisting, massaging the inner walls of her pussy, pressing them all the way in, while at the same time her other hand drilled a single finger - like a little dick - into her asshole.
I want it! Shirley thought to herself. I want everything with Cathy! Oh, God how I want to fuck her! I want to eat her sweet little pussy out! I want to ...
And, with the picture of that beautiful, naked little babe imprinted on Shirley's brain, the sensation had risen until it seemed to burst its floodgates inside of Shirley's body. She knelt there trembling, her body convulsing as raw waves of bliss raped through her body, centering in her pussy and her asshole.
She just kept plunging her fingers into her cunt as the raw heat continued radiating out, making her tremble and gasp with the bliss of it.
Two
Aunt Shirley was sure acting weird as all shit, Cathy thought. Of course, older people always acted weird. Hell, Aunt Shirley was thirty-five if she was a day!
Cathy was walking on the graveled side of the road that led past Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek's house out to the airport. Deep in her thoughts she hardly noticed the heavy mid-day traffic, though the occasional local boy in their rumbling 4x4's couldn't miss her.
It was a scorchingly hot summer day in the high nineties and all Cathy was wearing was a pair of ultra short cut-off jeans and a tight tanktop that clung like a coat of paint to her elegant little bobbing tits.
She kept thinking she had to make some friends because, despite what Shirley or Derek might think her idea of a good time was, it sure as fuck wasn't sitting around the house and eating popcorn and watching the goddamned television!
Hell, her parents and Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek got to fuck any time they wanted, but naturally they assumed that just because Cathy was at the peak of her sexuality she wouldn't have any interest in the subject at all!
Letting her mind clear of those thoughts, Cathy reached the little root beer stand, opened the door and went in.
"Hi," the girl behind the counter said, "be with you in a minute."
Cathy glanced around. There was only one other person around, a young guy who was too fat and too pimply and looked too much like a regular on "Hee Haw" to hold any interest for her, whatsoever.
The girl behind the counter finished cleaning up a spill she had been dealing with, and then came back to the counter to wait on Cathy. "Can I help you?" she asked, smiling at Cathy.
"I'd like a medium-sized root beer float," Cathy said, and then, after noting it on a pad, the girl started to prepare the float.
She looked like the type of chick who would make a good friend, Cathy thought. Nice looking, offering another bit of bait for picking up guys if they were on the town, but not stuck up, so that you could bear to be with her.
"New around here?" she asked, looking over her shoulder as she scooped ice cream out of a standup freezer.
"That's right. I'm staying with the Langendorf's just down the road for the summer."
"Really?" she asked. "Where you from?"
"Colorado," Cathy said. "Crazy little town called Trinidad, but it's about as far from a tropical paradise as you can get. But it's nice. Lots of cute boys, at least during the ski season.
"So far," Cathy went, "I don't know anyone around here, except for my boring old aunt and uncle."
"Want to meet some kids?" The other young woman brought Cathy's ice cream float over to the counter. "That'll be sixty-five cents ... "
As Cathy counted the change she was carrying in the pocket of her cut-offs, she said, "Yeah. That'd be fun to meet some kids instead of hanging around the house. What'd you have in mind?"
"Well, the reason I asked is because my boyfriend and I are going out tonight, but we need somebody for his friend."
"A blind date?"
"Yeah," the blonde said, laughing, "but I know the guy. He's a fox. Well, almost a fox. Really, I'm not lying to you."
Cathy nodded. No matter how it turned out it was bound to be better than sitting around the house and watching the boob tube.
"Sure," she said, "Where will I meet you?" She handed the change to the counter girl.
"Give me your address and we'll pick you up in Mike's car. I'm serious. This guy I'm setting you up with is a fox! You'll like him!" She handed Cathy her pad of paper and pen and Cathy wrote her phone number and address down on it.
As Cathy started to walk away, the blonde called out:
"Oh, by the way! I'm Lana."
Cathy smiled. "I'm Cathy. I'm sure glad I met you ... "
"Eight o'clock. Oh! Cathy, wear something casual, we're not going any place fancy. Casual, but, you know, sexy ... "
"Will do!" Cathy said as she strolled through the doorway carrying her root beer float. The eyes of the guy sitting in the booth followed the fluxing of her exiting ass.
Well, she thought, at least that sounds promising ...
* * *
Shirley had planned the whole thing out to the utmost perfection. She was standing naked in the bathroom and the dildo was setting on the bathroom counter. Now, she thought, it will take Cathy perhaps twenty minutes to walk up to the root beer stand and to walk back. I'll hear her come through the door, and she has to walk by the bathroom in order to reach her bedroom ...
Maybe it wouldn't work, but all Shirley knew was that she had to try something, she was that desperate.
She looked into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Hell, she didn't look too damned bad! Maybe she wasn't the woman that she had been when Derek had been courting her, but she didn't have too many complaints about the way the years had treated her ... Hell, she looked a lot better than most of the chicks her age that she knew ...
Shirley's hair hung down to her shoulders in long, lustrous brunette waves. And at her crotch, there was a big, furry inverted triangle of the same color of hair.
She had to admit that her hips were maybe a little wider than she would have liked if she had had a choice, but they still looked damned sensual reflected there in the silvered glass of the mirror.
And then there were her tits. Always her best feature, Shirley had quite a set. They were big, and thrust way out from her chest, and her nipples looked like little frisbees of honeyed-brown perched on the ends of the elongated mounds.
Shirley couldn't resist touching them. She swirled her fingertips around the little out thrusting tips of her nipples, making them twinge with sensation, making them harden and further stand out.
Yeah, Derek had always been hung up on those tits, all right! There was no doubt about that! All she had to do was to take her shirt off, or to open up her dress and to let him see those big knockers of hers for him to start sniffing around, eager to get, his lips on her nipples, his fingers squeezing and touching her big tits.
Shirley glanced over at her accomplice sitting on the bathroom counter. At her accomplice, she thought, smiling. Well, it had been her trusted accomplice for a hell of a long time, that dildo had, both with Derek and without.
When he had shot his wad and was having trouble coming up with a second shot to deliver to her cunt, it was always ready and waiting and never lacking for a solid hard-on, even when Derek's cock was limp and expended.
Or when Derek wasn't around and something had set Shirley off, made her need to be fucked, it was always ready for her then, too.
She picked up the big black plastic prick and looked at it. It gleamed lustrously in the bathroom light as she turned it over in her hand, admiring its huge size and its realism.
If that was modeled after the cock of a real man, Shirley thought, then that was one hell of a stud. Hell, it was at least an additional quarter of the size of Derek's rod when he had a bone-on! That big bastard of a prick was fucking huge, and that was sure the fuckin' way she liked it!
And that was when Shirley heard the Robbin's collie down the street, barking. Yeah, she had it planned to perfection ...
That dog provided a perfect alarm to let her know Cathy was on her way back, and now it was just a matter of setting up the trap and hoping that her young niece was going to fall into it.
Shirley went over to the bathroom door and opened it part way. She opened it wide enough so that if Cathy walked by and glanced over to the door she wouldn't be able to help seeing what was going on inside of the bathroom. And then Shirley sat down on the fluffy cover of the toilet seat and psyched herself up for what was to come.
Any moment now Cathy would be coming through the front door ...
Shirley angled the glistening head of the big black plastic boner into her pink, splayed pussylips, pressing it insistently inward. Oh yeah, you big fuckin' stud, Shirley thought, just fuck the living shit out of me.
Shirley firmly pressed the dildo, sinking it into her twat, her mouth coming open in an unvoiced cry of joy. She pressed it inward, gripping that cock with both of her hands, feeling every inch of its slick, veiny length as she sank it deeply inward.
Oh, that felt so fuckin' good! She squinched her eyes closed and imagined the body that must be on a guy with a big, black bone like that ... Christ, he must be a fuckin' monster! He must have a big, black, muscular body, all glistening with well-formed muscles as he supported himself above her, driving that big, hard bone into her again and again and again!
Shit, that stud had some kind of staying power as he just held himself above her, driving that monstrous wang deep into her cunt, ramming her again and again and again ...
She sank that thick rod deeper into her twat channel, forcing it inward, its thick mushroom-like head barely negotiating the tight, slick passage of her cunt.
Oh, yeah! she whimpered to herself, pressing it inward and then drawing the big dildo out a little ways, pressing it inward and forcing it to dive a little bit deeper into her cunt, then sliding it forth again.
Her twat was juicing when she heard the sound of the front door opening. Well, she thought with satisfaction, turnabout is fair play ... Since I saw Cathy's naked, incredible little ass, then she gets an eyeful, too ...
She started to move that dildo faster, panting, knowing that her niece was approaching through the front room. Oh, God! she thought, that felt so fuckin' fantastic!
She was panting out, driving that bone into her grasping cunt faster and faster, thinking that it wouldn't be too long until she was exploding. Just the thought that her niece would, in a matter of moments, be staring at her naked body while she rammed that dildo in almost made her tremble with incredible delight.
There was something so fucking exciting ... so plain dirty about screwing herself with that rod, making herself cum while her young niece looked on that Shirley found tremendously exciting!
And Shirley had timed it just right.
Cathy was expecting nothing as she walked through the living room, glanced around, and then went down the hallway.
"Aunt Shirley?" she called out quietly, and when she heard no answer, a picture of her aunt out in the backyard, probably hanging up clothes came into Cathy's mind. Yeah, she was probably outside, doing something ...
But that imaginary image of her aunt was suddenly and shockingly replaced as Cathy walked down the hallway, and then casually glanced through the partially opened door of the bathroom.
Cathy's breath caught as she looked into the bathroom and saw her aunt sitting on the furry toilet seat. Her eyes were squinted closed and her expression looked like she was in pain - or perhaps it was in ecstasy - as she drove that big black dildo into her furry crotch again and again, each stroke making her big, dark-nippled tits jog with the impact!
Cathy stared at her aunt with a mixture of horror and with fascinated curiosity. She didn't know what to think! She stood there for a moment, the soft drink in her hand totally forgotten as she watched her aunt drive that big, black dildo again and again into her dark-furred crotch, just jamming it in, jamming it in hard, and then she heard her aunt's wailing cry of bliss:
"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered ecstatically, shoving the dildo in and out of her cunt, "Oh, fuck! I'm fuckin' cumming ... " and then her words turned into a whimpering, gasping cry as her whole body shook and she drove that dildo's last hard-driving strokes right into her jerking pussy.
Cathy hurried away from the doorway, amazed and a little shaken by what she had seen. She stepped into her bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her. Jeez, what a surprise! She had no idea - she could never have imagined that Aunt Shirley did anything like that! She had always thought of her aunt as being so much more conservative than that, not so wild, so frenzied when it came to sex!
Cathy sat down on the edge of her bed, unable to get the image of her aunt slamming that black, glistening rod into her cunt. Wow, she had really been going at it! And those tits! Shit, she had known that her aunt had big tits, that was obvious, even through the house dresses that she wore, but she hadn't quite realized how ... how fuckin' sexy they were!
They were so big, and those nipples were incredible ... Wow! Finally Cathy had a better idea of what it was that her Uncle Derek saw in Shirley ... and if what they did in the bedroom was anything like what Aunt Shirley had been up to in the bathroom, then they had some pretty wild fuck sessions in there ...
She wondered if her Uncle Derek had anything like that kind of a bone on him ... Well, of course, it wouldn't be black! But did it get that big when he was turned-on? Did it get that hard, so hard that it just glistened? If he did, well then, wow! He and Shirley definitely must have some pretty fucking wild times in there!
Just thinking about Uncle Derek having a big bone like that between his legs made Cathy feel turned-on. She pressed her legs together, feeling her little cunt start to heat up, to juice up ... Oh, Jesus, not again ...
She reached down with her free hand and rubbed it over her denim-covered crotch. Christ, couldn't she ever stop thinking about fucking? Well, not if her aunt was going to dick herself with a dildo and leave the fucking bathroom door open!
Maybe this summer wasn't going to turn out to be quite so dull as Cathy had imagined it would be, after all ...
* * *
When Cathy heard the honk of the car horn, she shouted "Bye!" to her Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek, and took off running out the front door.
Lana and the two guys were parked out in the driveway in Lana's boyfriend's car, a jacked-up '56 Ford convertible with a wild candy apple red paint job and chromed reversed rims.
Cathy slid into the back seat of the car, next to her blind date. "Hi, everybody," she said, smiling, "I'm Cathy."
"Oh, yeah," Lana said, turning around and throwing an arm over the seat, "Cathy, this is Terry," pointing to the guy in the back seat, "and this is incredibly handsome stud in the front seat is Mike."
Cathy glanced over at Terry, and she had to wonder what it was about him that made Lana think he was a "fox". Maybe it was his slightly oversized nose that reminded her of a fox. To Cathy he looked closer to a nerd, with a little beatnik-fringe of a beard and a plaid shirt. Oh, well, that was what blind dates were all about, wasn't it?
"Let's get out of here," Lana said, and Mike gunned the motor on the Ford and backed out of the driveway with a screech. That was certain to reassure her aunt and uncle about the kids she was going out with, Cathy thought.
They went flying down the road about ten miles over the speed limit, but since they were on the edge of town it was improbable that they would run into a speed trap.
"Hey," Lana asked, "you in the mood for a beer, Cathy?"
"Sure," Cathy said. Maybe a beer or two would make Terry look a little bit more appetizing as a blind date.
Lana handed back a cold beer to Cathy, another one to Terry, and they popped them open and drank from them.
"Best hangover that a dollar ninety-eight can buy ... " she laughed.
Living out by the airport put them on the outskirts of town and Cathy was surprised that they headed south, away from town, skirting the airport. She had not yet been out that way and had no idea where they were headed. She sat and quietly sipped her beer as they drove, occasionally casting a look over at Terry.
"Lana tells me you're from out of town ... " Terry said, his eyes casting up and down her body, his smile seeming to say that he liked what he saw.
"Yeah, that's right," Cathy said. "I'm going to be spending the summer with my aunt and uncle. It was just luck that I ran into Lana over at the root beer stand today, otherwise I would've just been sitting home and watching Dynasty ... "
"A fate worse than death ... " Terry chuckled, taking another swig from his beer.
Mike turned the car onto a rural highway that seemed to be leading up into the mountains.
"Where are we headed, anyway?" Cathy asked.
Mike glanced back over his shoulder to face her for a moment. "Lake of the Woods ... Ever been there?"
Cathy shook her head.
"That cool water's going to feel great on a hot night like this ... "
"We're going swimming?" Cathy asked surprised.
"Yeah," Terry replied. "We've got some towels in the trunk."
"But no suits, right?"
"Right," Terry grinned.
Well, thought Cathy, looks like I'm gonna have a wilder time tonight that I thought. And maybe that's just what I need!
She leaned back into the tuck-and-roll upholstery, sipping her beer and enjoying the light conversation. She just smiled sweetly when Terry tentatively put his hand on her leg.
Lake of the Woods is an exceptionally large, high mountain lake about forty minutes west of Derek and Shirley's home in Klamath Falls. At the lake there is a resort, extensive camp grounds, and even a grass airstrip, all at the north end of the lake.
The main road, a two lane blacktop with the forbidding name of Dead Indian Road, runs through the district of expensive houses and chalets on the lake's populated east side.
Cathy wondered where in all this they could possibly find a spot secluded enough to go skinny dipping. A few more turns in the road revealed the answer.
They pulled onto a gravel grade and followed a winding road deep into the forest. Taking a numbered cut-off, Mike followed a twisting logging road, paved in red cinders and flanked by tall pine trees, until he pulled to a stop in a tiny clearing. Cathy could just make out the moonlight-flickering water through the stand of trees obscuring it.
"You carry the beer," Mike called out, "I'll get into the trunk and get out the towels. You can leave your clothes in the car. There's no-one that comes up to this side of the lake, anyway, at least not at night."
Cathy wasn't really too sure about any of this. She got out of the car and Lana climbed out of the passenger seat.
"What's the matter, Cathy?" she asked, "you shy? A big girl like you?"
"A little ... " Cathy said.
"You'll get over it," Lana said, and then she started to strip, seeming not to care who saw her doing it.
Yeah, Cathy thought, she'd get over it. She watched for a moment as Lana pulled her shirt out of her tight jeans, and then started to unbutton it. One button after another came open, as if she was unwrapping a Christmas present, and then acting as if what she was doing was completely natural, she pulled her shirt off.
Actually Lana had a pretty fucking nice build on her for a young chick. In the moonlight Cathy could make out Lana's big tits and rather large, brownish nipples. Then Lana stripped down her jeans, taking her panties with them, letting her blonde muff come to light.
That was when Terry came walking around from the other side of the car. "You girls about ready?" he asked. Cathy's eyes widened as she saw the dong on that guy.
Shit, he was hung like a horse! He wasn't all that well-built, kind of skinny, actually, but that horse cock of his made up for it! And if she hadn't been exactly thrilled by the looks of him when she first met him, that cock of his went a long way toward making up for it!
Mike came walking from the other side of the car. He wasn't nearly as well-hung as Terry, but he had the equipment it would take to get the job done.
His prick was kind of small, actually, bobbing with each of his steps. He paused next to Lana, who was now naked, and it was obvious that it was Cathy's turn to reveal herself.
Both the guys - not to mention Lana - stared without concern that Cathy knew it as she started to unbutton her blouse. Cathy swallowed, suddenly knowing what it felt like to be a stripteaser. She undid the buttons one-by-one, and then, muttering "What the hell ... " to herself, she took the final plunge.
Cathy pulled off her shirt to the eager eyes of the other three, and then undid her pants.
The thought that occurred to Terry was "innocent". Hell, she might be a little slut for all he knew, and give blowjobs to reform school janitors on the side, but that body of hers was definitely innocent-looking!
She was slim and shapely, with gently up-perked tits and a sweet little ass. Her nipples were almost invisible, impossible to differentiate from the rest of her tits in the dim pearl illumination of the moonlight.
Terry and Mike were both thinking that they sure as hell would like to get their puds into that little dark-furred twat of Cathy's, and Lana - not to mention Cathy - knew that they were thinking it, too.
"Sincerest form of a compliment," Lana said to Cathy, pointing over to Terry's big prick, already half-erect from staring at Cathy.
"C'mon, cut it out ... " Terry said, embarrassedly, putting his hand over his cock and balls, "Let's go swimming!"
"Yeah!" Lana yelled, eager to change the center of attention away from Cathy. Cathy was perhaps just a little too pretty for Lana's liking, and she wasn't too damned crazy about the way that Mike was eyeing her, either.
"C'mon!" Mike shouted out, and the group took off running across the pine needle-strewn ground. Laughing and yelling they ran to the rocky edge of the lake and plunged in.
The cool water kissed Cathy's body all over as she plunged in, dog paddling to come back up to the surface of the inky black water. It did feel wonderful after the near hundred degree temperature of the day. The early evening air around them was warm, while back down in the city she knew the night was sweltering.
She shook the water out of her hair, enjoying the chilly perfection of the water, the beauty of the moon's dancing reflection on the small waves.
It was really beautiful here, she thought, with the moonlight, the tall pines, and the towering mountains. She was reminded of home in Colorado, and nights skinny dipping with Tom ...
And then she squeaked as somebody gripped her asscheeks in their hands and thrust their tongue into her pussy. She gasped and struggled, but they wouldn't let loose of her legs, much less stop thrusting their tongue into her cunthole. Cathy reached under the water, pushing them away, whoever they were!
And then suddenly there were too many hands to deal with, or to push away like she had done with the first pair! Somebody was gripping her ass and pressing their face into her ass, grinding it in, licking.
As she slid underneath the swirling water somebody else slid a finger into her pussy, twisting it around, turning it and jogging it in and out of her.
Hey, it felt good, but it was kind of a surprise, suddenly having a tongue drilling her from the rear and fingers thrusting all the way up her crotch!
She kicked and pulled loose, and then Cathy swam the short distance to the rocks that lined the lake's sandy shore. The bodies swimming and cavorting in the water went with her.
Lana surfaced and they both clung to a slippery, half-submerged boulder as the guys came up, sucked in quick breaths, and then dove down beneath the surface of the water again.
"Whoa!" Lana squealed. Mike was underwater, and Cathy could tell by the rippling of the water that he was clinging to Lana's legs, eating out her pussy from beneath the surface of the water.
"OOOoooh!" Lana squealed again, "Mike, you dirty boy! You nasty thing!"
"Did you say something?" came Mike's voice, and then Cathy saw him dog paddling a short distance away. "You mean that's not you?" Lana gasped.
And then Mike dove beneath the surface, and Cathy had no idea who it was who came up underneath her. At that point she didn't really care! She'd decided that this crowd liked to screw, and now that she thought about it, so did she!
Somebody gripped her ass with their fingers, squeezing and molding the cheeks, and Cathy let her lower body float upward as whoever it was ground their face deliciously into her twat, sliding their tongue between the little, sensitive lips.
Oh, my God, that felt fantastic! The combination of that squirming tongue driving into her pussy-slash and the cooling water was exquisite! She held onto the edge of the rock and let the guy under the water have his fill of her twat, running his tongue over it, chewing on her labia.
And then Cathy was surprised that Lana leaned closer and reached out to mold one of her tits with her free hand.
Shit, it didn't look like Lana was too fucking particular about which sex she was screwing around with! Lana ran her fingers over Cathy's little tit, tweaking and swizzling her nipple spike, making them perk out even farther.
"Do you mind?" Lana asked.
"N-No ... " Cathy said, hesitating, thinking that these small town babes were even wilder when it came to sex than their big city counterparts! Not to mention her in-laws!
She remembered Aunt Shirley and her amazing colossal dildo, and realized the kids weren't the only ones in town who had fun!
And then Lana pressed closer and, as the two boys continued to eat out both of the girl's cunts she started to suck on Cathy's tit, gripping it with her fingers.
Her tongue traced a liquid path around Cathy's nipple while her fingers kept squeezing and distorting her tit. Ummmm, Cathy thought, that felt fucking great!
Shit, she could let Lana suck on her tits for hours, that was if the boys weren't demanding to be attended to as well!
She reached down and pulled Lana closer, squeezing her asscheek, running her fingers up and down the crack under the water.
One of the guy's heads came above the water, and Cathy thought she glimpsed Mike's features before he grabbed a quick breath and then plunged back under the dark surface of the water.
And then Lana's and Cathy's mouths met and their tongues started doing to each other what the guys were doing to their cunts underwater.
Cathy guessed it was Mike who was working on her clit with his tongue and teeth, and he upped the ante by thrusting a finger deep into her asshole, squirming it inwards, massaging the sensitive walls of her asshole, making her gasp out with the intensity of the pleasure,
Cathy and Lana's tongues writhed together while they sampled each other's bodies with their hands. Lana broke the clench of their mouths and whispered to her, "C'mon ... "
Lana and Cathy pulled away from the guys and then slid up onto the large, flat rock next to them, their bodies dripping with water and glittering in the moonlight.
"C'mon!" Lana called out, and then took off running back into the forest toward the car.
"Wait for me!" Cathy cried out, watching the flashing of Lana's shapely and water-glistening ass-cheeks, the jogging of her big, shapely tits as she ran naked through the shadowy moonlight toward the car.
The boys weren't far behind! She saw them coming out of the water, and then she glanced back as they started to gain on Lana and she.
Especially fascinating to Cathy were those bouncing meat sausages that lurched with their every step as they ran toward them. Yeah, that was definitely what Cathy was in the mood for ...
They got to the car just as the boys caught up to them, which she guessed had been Lana's plan all along. Lana opened the front car door and, squealing, she was mounted by Terry.
"Oh, Jesus, you're not going to ... " she laughed, and she found out immediately that he was, indeed. It only took a few friggings with his fist for Terry to get his prick into a shape that would be hard enough to dive into Lana's twat, and then he was on top of her as she lay back on the front seat of the car.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, shit!" Lana cried out as Terry slid that big stick into her, plunging it right to the hairy hilt, and then started to slog it in and out of her while his hands worked her big tits, flattened and glistening with moisture on her chest. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she cried out.
Mike stood next to Cathy, and she didn't really know what to do, how to begin with him, although she knew she wanted to.
"It looks like they're got the right idea," Mike said.
"I think you're right ... " Cathy said, smiling, and then Mike opened the back door of the car.
"Here ... " Mike said, "Let's do it the other way ... "
Cathy assumed that he meant that he wanted to mount her doggy-style, sticking his dick into her from behind. She wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but she turned and Mike's hands slid over her, sampling her dripping body, and he angled her gently forward into the car.
She slid one knee onto the car seat and held the back of the other seat as he came up behind her, pressing against her with his wet body.
Mike's fingers wormed their way into the crack of Cathy's ass. It felt damned good as he let his fingers drift into her tight little asshole, plunging one in a little ways ...
And then Cathy realized what was going on! Mike had something entirely different planned than what she had thought!
"You don't mean you're going to ... " she said, suddenly feeling unsure of herself, slightly scared of what Mike was going to do.
"That's exactly what I'm planning to do ... "
Mike pressed closer, and then wrapping one arm around Cathy, sliding his fingers up to one of her small tits and squeezing it, he led the head of his prick up to her asshole.
"Mike," Cathy said, hesitantly, "I don't think that it's going to fit ... I've never done this before, and besides ... "
"Oh, it'll fit, all right ... " Mike said, still not really reassuring her, "Lana and I do it like this all the time. Yeah, there's nothing like a tight little asshole for fucking! It may hurt a little bit for a second or two, but it's going to be worth it, I guarantee it.
Hell," he said, addressing the girl sprawled and being fucked in the front seat, "she loves to be cornholed, don't you, Babe?"
All that Lana did in response was to keep on panting as Terry drilled her pussy with his wang, never slowing.
Mike pressed his bone into Cathy's little, tight ass, probing it, prodding it into the doorway of her asshole, unable still to negotiate the tight, puckered passageway.
"I'm still not so sure that ... " she began, but then she let out a gasp as Mike probed her harder. She had never been cornholed before, and she wasn't even sure that she was big enough to manage it! Fuck, that prick of his, now that it was good and hard, looked pretty fuckin' big ...
Christ, maybe his dick wouldn't fit, but maybe he was so intent on butt-fucking her that he was going to do it whether it fit or not!
Anticipating that her asshole was going to tear wide-open any second now, she gasped as Mike poked her with it. But she breathed a little sigh of relief as she felt it slide into her asshole just a little ways.
Still, it didn't go all the way in. No, now she was certain that it couldn't work. It just hurt too much! That sonofabitch was going to split her wide-open, even though she had thought for a moment that it was going to go in!
"No, I don't think you should ... " Cathy gasped. But that didn't seem to stay his drive. That dong of his - now grown huge with his erection - kept on prodding and probing at her bunghole, but goddamn it, it was never going to be able to fit into the tight little channel of her ass!
But Mike was insistent. Naturally, it wasn't his fucking asshole that he was trying to shove that monster into!
He gripped her hard, his fingers raking her nipple, and then with a grant he probed his cock deeper, making Cathy cry out with the sudden burst of pain.
"Oh, Jesus!" Cathy gasped between her clenched teeth, "Mike!" The intense sensation of that hard prod drilling into her asshole was a mix between pain and the purest pleasure, and Mike just kept on going at it.
He plunged it once, twice, three times, and then suddenly - Cathy couldn't fucking believe it! - that big bastard between his legs was in!
"Oh, Christ! Oh, shit!" Cathy gasped as she felt it diving deep into her asshole, reaming her out. Shit, that felt so fantastic!
Mike started probing her rhythmically, sucking quick breaths in as he did, and Cathy was already trembling from the assault of his big prong as it slithered deep into her ass.
Mike clung to her, savoring the feeling of those little tits as he scrambled them in his fingers, savoring the feeling of that little ass rubbing into his crotch.
Jeez, she was so fucking beautiful! He could have fucking dumped Lana right now, if Cathy would have picked up on him! That was the way he fucking felt, at least at that moment, with his cock burrowed up her ass and jogging sweetly and smoothly in and out of it!
He kept wanging her, kept picking up the speed of his slamming strokes, each thrust jerking her whole little body and making her lustily whimper and groan.
Mike just kept driving, holding back from cumming in order to sustain the fucking, but he could feel her approaching her own orgasm.
She was gasping and trembling, and he could feel the waves of pleasure rippling through that little body he was holding tight and butt-fucking to beat the band.
He just kept slamming her with hard strokes, punishing those strokes into her tight little asshole, feeling like he was fucking the eye of a needle, wishing it would never stop.
And then it felt like her sensations were spreading out in a hot whirlpool from within her cunt and asshole, and Mike felt like he was falling headfirst into that pool of bliss.
He jerked another triple-play of strokes and then he clung to her as he arched his dick a final time into that sweet, incredible asshole and fired his molten seed right up her ass-crack!
She yelped and trembled as he slammed his final strokes into her, whimpering as he fired a triple-squirt of juice to splash into the depths of her asshole.
Terry tapped Mike's shoulder as if he was cutting in at a high school dance, not going for sloppy seconds.
Cathy turned and then lay back on the car seat and immediately he was climbing atop her, angling his big bone into her pussy. It was a different feeling altogether, feeling like it was setting her brain on fire as he slid his huge cock deeply into her hungry pussy.
"Oh, shit, yeah." she moaned, her hands going out to grapple his asscheeks and to squeeze them, "fuck the hell out of me, Terry!"
And that was just what he did. He launched into her in a fury, his prick hardening even as he was driving his bone into her cunt. Hardening and hardening until it felt like she was being screwed by a dildo carved out of marble.
Suddenly Cathy felt like her pussy was choking on that double-big swallow of hard dick! Shit, he drove that prick into her like a roto-rooter, polishing her pussywalls with his grinding strokes, slamming it into her while his hands greedily squeezed and mauled her pretty little bouncing titties.
Cathy's mind was oblivious to everything but the hard-driving strokes of Terry's prick as he hovered atop her, blasting his bone deep into her.
He seemed to go on forever, holding himself above her with his hands, panting like a dog as he zeroed in on her and drove her right up to it and then over the edge into her orgasm.
Cathy yelped as his cum boiled through her body and Terry contorted his face with the pleasure burning in his brain, driving his final strokes and then firing a shot of cum to sizzle deep into her creamy little twat.
She was still gasping and convulsing as he fell into her, pressing his chest to squash against her little tits, licking her eyes, her cheeks, her sculpted neck.
Three
When Cathy returned home it looked as if her aunt and uncle had gone to bed and were already asleep. There were no lights on except the dim one they kept on in the living room.
Cathy used her key to let herself in and then walked through the darkened rooms back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Wow, that had been what she would call a wild date, all right! She had had no idea when she had agreed to go on the blind date that it would turn into a fucking orgy!
And Lana ... That Lana was something else! Apparently she didn't have any qualms at all about making out with another chick, even in front of the guys! Cathy had never even been tempted to do that before ... Or ... had she?
Now that she thought about it, the thought had certainly crossed her mind now and again in the past. She had always had a certain curiosity about what it would be like to fuck another woman.
Would they be more tender than a guy? Sometimes boys were pretty crude, that was for certain, fucking you like a maniac and then rolling off as soon as they'd shot their wad - not giving a fuck whether you had cum or not!
Would they have a better sense about what it took to turn another broad on? Hell, some guys thought a clitoris was a tropical flower, or something! Well, she and Lana hadn't gotten all that involved tonight, but who knew what the future might hold in that direction?
She had agreed on another date with the same crowd later on during the week, and she couldn't help but wonder what they might do as an encore to what had taken place that evening! It would sure as hell take something pretty spectacular - or spectacularly sexy - to top the hot antics they had been up to tonight!
Cathy undressed slowly, thinking about what had taken place that evening. When she had her blouse off, she looked at herself standing there in the mirror.
She ran her fingers over her little titties, touching them, caressing them, tweaking them and making the nipples go spiky.
Were they too small? They certainly weren't as big as Lana's, that was for certain, and the nipples - well, you could hardly see them, they were so light! Still, the guys hadn't had any complaints about them in the past.
If anything, she thought that Lana had gotten the short end of the stick that evening, when it came to the guys being interested in her.
Cathy had been the star attraction, all right, at least that was the way it had seemed. The guys just kept wanting to make it with Cathy, and at one point Lana even complained jokingly about it, about how lonely her pussy was getting with no-one paying any fucking attention to it at all!
Cathy slipped out of her shoes and her jeans and panties, and then she went to the closet and got out her babydoll nightie. She slipped it on and then, after turning off the light, she got into bed and pulled the covers up around her neck.
Well, she thought, maybe this was going to be a fun summer, after all. She turned over on her back, her mind drifting off to images of being poked and prodded in the pussy and in her rump, images of Mike and Terry's hard cocks, of Lana's naked body.
Gee, she wished that she hadn't had to end off the evening so early, but then she didn't want to get her aunt and uncle all fucking upset on her first date here.
That might make them tougher, more restrictive about what she could and couldn't do in the future, and it would be better if she stayed on good terms with them, if she could. She knew that she sure didn't want to get into a replay of the bad situation with her parents.
Cathy was almost ready to drift into sleep when she heard the squeak of the door. Cathy didn't move, and from the shadows in the room she couldn't even tell who it was that was standing there in the doorway. And then, as the figure stepped out of the shadowed doorway and into the more direct rays of moonlight, she saw who it was.
It was Uncle Derek, stepping through the door and then approaching her. He stepped closer to her bed, and Cathy assumed that he was just checking to see that she had made it home safely from her blind date. That wasn't the case, however.
As Uncle Derek stepped closer she saw he was completely naked. She could see the gleaming of his big, thick cock between his legs, the demarcation between the shaft of his bone and the purplish torpedo of his prickhead.
Cathy's eyes were almost closed, just leaving a slits so that she could watch him without him knowing it.
Uncle Derek stood right beside her bed. He just stood there, staring down on her. He must be able to see me better than I can see him, Cathy thought. What does he want? What in the fuck is he doing just standing there?
And then Uncle Derek leaned down and undid the little tie at the neck of Cathy's babydoll nightie. He was being careful not to wake her, doing it very slowly and deliberately, untying it, and then pulling down the edge of her nightie so that one of her naked tits was revealed, beautiful and glimmering and upthrust in the moonlight.
Uncle Derek took his cock in his hand and started to frig it. So that was what he was up to! Cathy lay there amazed as he stood and jerked on his cock, watching it harden and get bigger and bigger before her eyes. Soon it was standing out from the frizzy mat of hair at his crotch and he was jerking on it like sex was going out of style.
He groaned throatily and Cathy saw the quick flash of gleaming droplets as they splattered across her bedcovers. Then Uncle Derek stood there for long minutes until he turned around and she saw the flash of his naked, hairy asscheeks as he retreated through her doorway and closed it quietly behind himself.
Jesus, she couldn't believe what had just happened! Fuck, her Uncle Derek was a bigger sex-crazy than her Aunt Shirley, and that was going some!
Cathy closed her eyes all the way and then drifted into a sleep filled with horny dreams populated with her in-laws.
* * *
When Cathy awoke the next morning, she wasn't sure it hadn't all been a dream, what she had seen the night before. It was simply impossible to believe that her uncle had stood there over her bed in the darkness, and had jerked his cock off in front of her.
It was so unlike what she knew of Uncle Derek that she just couldn't believe it had really happened!
Of course, he had thought that she was asleep - would that have encouraged him to do something like that?
Oh, sure, she had thought that maybe Uncle Derek might have more than just a familial interest in her before. The way he had pressed her close, almost as if he had been trying to squash her budding breasts against his chest there in the bus station when she had arrived.
And the way he watched her sometimes, when he thought she wasn't looking.
Sometimes she and Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek would watch television together at night. Cathy would sometimes just wear an extra-large t-shirt instead of pajamas or anything, and was she mistaken, or did Uncle Derek seem to pay a lot more attention to her at those times?
Like her tits ... Didn't he sometimes seem like he was staring at her tits, all the time gently smiling at her?
"So what did you want to buy, anyway, Cathy?" Aunt Shirley said, turning toward her as she drove the car downtown.
"Hm? Did you say something to me, Aunt Shirley?" Cathy asked, bringing herself back into present time, trying to put thoughts of her Uncle Derek out of her mind. "I'm afraid that I didn't hear what you said, my mind must have been on something else."
"Oh, I was just wondering what kind of clothes you planned on shopping for this afternoon ... You sure seem to be in a world of your own this morning, Cathy ... "
And why shouldn't I be, Cathy thought. Hell, you'd be in a world of your own if your favorite uncle came in and jacked off" on your bedspread in front of you!
She had examined her bedcovers for telltale signs of his cum in the morning, but she couldn't find any. Hell, that didn't prove anything!
"I don't know why I'm distracted, Aunt Shirley," Cathy said. "I guess I was just thinking about the new friends I made ... "
"Are they nice?" Aunt Shirley asked, scrutinizing Cathy's face, searching it for answers that might go deeper than her words would reveal. She knew that Cathy had something on her mind, she just wasn't quite sure what it was.
"Sure, sure," Cathy said. "Real nice. I told Lana that maybe we should go out again later on this week. Go miniature golfing, or something like that. You don't mind, do you, Aunt Shirley?"
"Well, no," Aunt Shirley said, "not at all. Is that the kind of clothes you wanted to buy? Something for a dress-up date, perhaps?"
Cathy shook her head. "No, these days kids don't make such a big fuss about what they wear on a date. I just thought I'd pick up some jeans and maybe a blouse or two."
Shirley nodded, her own thoughts monopolizing her attention. Thoughts of the seemingly innocent girl beside her in the car, her own sister's daughter, were driving her wild!
Shirley kept trying not to glance over at Cathy, tried not think of those slim lovely legs, those cute, sexy little tits ...
Jeez, I have to get myself together, she told herself. She forced her attention back on the crowded city streets, on reaching the shopping mall, on finding a parking place. Yet when they got out of the car, Shirley could not help wanting to walk behind Cathy, to watch the delicious sway of that sexy little ass.
When they reached a popular teen and young adult clothing store Aunt Shirley helped Cathy choose the right clothing, suggesting colors that would look good on her. After some time of choosing and discarding Cathy had an armload of trendy clothing she wanted to try on.
"Where are the dressing rooms, anyway?" she asked.
"Over there," Aunt Shirley said. "C'mon, I'll show you."
When they got to the dressing rooms, actually just little cubicles with draw curtains on them arranged in a semi-circle in a side room, Cathy went in, while Aunt Shirley waited outside. It was early in the day and they were completely alone in the fitting area.
"Let me know when you're dressed, Cathy, so I can see if these things fit ..."
Shirley was almost trembling with expectation when her niece stepped into the dressing room.
She knew for certain that she shouldn't do what she was about to do, but it was as if her sex drive was at the steering wheel, just putting her body through whatever motions it - not she - wanted.
Christ, she was much too old to be acting like this! But that beautiful little budding woman in the dressing room just kept calling her onward ... There was a sense of guilt she was feeling as she stepped closer to the curtains and very carefully separated the folds of cloth that concealed the dressing room. But that guilt was altogether overwhelmed by the hot flush of desire that Aunt Shirley was feeling in her whole body. There was no doubt at all that she had to do what she was doing, and was unable to control herself.
She gently spread the cloth until there was a tiny separation, big enough to peer through, and then she pressed her face close.
Oh, my God, she thought, peering through and seeing Cathy turned away from her but naked from the waist up. She was standing in front of the full-length mirror so Shirley couldn't get a view of those immaculate little tits, but she knew that she would be turning any second now, and then she would have a chance to see them.
Cathy saw the slight rustle of the curtain in the mirror, and then she knew what was going on. Aunt Shirley! Her too? So it wasn't just Uncle Derek who was hot after her bod?
She kept her body turned away so that her aunt couldn't see her nakedness, and then she reached down and retrieved one of the blouses she had chosen and started to put it on.
Cathy didn't even know what to think about this new turn of events, about her aunt's obsessiveness with her. She knew that her aunt was out there, peeping through the curtains to get a glimpse of her naked body, but for the life of her, she didn't know how to react to her attentions.
And then she decided. Well, if she's hot and bothered by seeing my naked ass, I might as well really go for it!
Cathy turned and removed the blouse, took it off, and then dropped it to the chair in the dressing room. But she made a half-turn, as if she was angling to see herself in profile, and then she raised her hands to her tits and started to mold them, to run her fingers over them as she arched, displaying them to the woman that she knew stood just behind the slightly waving curtain.
Oh, Jesus! Shirley thought as she watched her niece touching her own tits. She was playing with herself! Oh, shit! She was so beautiful, those little tits with their incredible, almost transparent pink nipples so perfectly shaped!
They looked so ... so touchable! So fucking kiss-able! If she had been holding her in her arms, if Shirley could have lowered her mouth, to one of those pretty little upthrust nipples ...
And now Shirley realized that what she wanted more than anything was for her little tits to be molded by her hands, her fingers ... she wanted her mouth touching, sucking those incredibly beautiful breasts of her niece's! Sucking, tasting, touching!
Cathy made a real show out of touching her tits, going so far as to lick both of her index fingers and to arch back and to swirl them over her nipples, making the little spikes harden and stand out from the little budding pink protuberances of her nipples.
And then she unbuttoned the jeans she was wearing and pulled them down, letting her Aunt Shirley lovingly gaze at her hairy little twat for as long as she wanted.
She pulled her pants and her panties down, and then she stood there, one hand cupping, toying with a small, perfect breast, while her other hand descended to her crotch.
Aunt Shirley swallowed hard, her breathing quickening as she saw her niece strip down her blue-jeans. Her eyes were fixed, staring hungrily at the little upside-down brunette triangle of the young girl's twat.
Oh, my God! She couldn't believe what she was seeing!
Cathy rubbed her hand over her pussy, her mouth coming open in a little 'o' and her fingers dawdling, frictioning into the sensitive pinkness of the cleft of her cunt.
So Aunt Shirley wanted a show, then she sure as fuck was going to get a show!
Cathy slid two fingers up her cunt, lodging them there, diving them into the wet, hot interior of her pussy.
Standing there, one tit in one hand, two fingers of the other hand thrust up her cunt, she started to slide those fingers into herself, remembering the night before when it had been Mike and Terry that had been thrusting their hard pricks into her.
Shirley looked suspiciously around the department store. It was obvious that there was no-one nearby, no-one who would be likely to see her if she did what she was contemplating doing. And besides, she would hear anyone who approached long before they ever reached the fitting rooms.
She decided.
She would take the chance.
With her face pressed close to the curtain of the changing booth, her mind feasting on the display of her naked niece inside the curtained booth, she brought her hand down to her pussy and started to knuckle it, to rub it hard, sending waves of heat all the way through her body and making her tremble with desire.
Christ, how she would have liked to make love to her little Cathy! She was willing to admit it to herself now, and knew there was no way that she could deny it ... or to stop herself from eventually trying to accomplish it.
She also knew that it was shameful for an older woman to be as goddamned obsessed by a ... practically a child ... but what could she fucking do about it at this stage of the game? There was nothing whatsoever that she could do!
Cathy stood there and plunged her digits right up her crotch, wobbling on her feet, knowing that all the while her aunt was outside the curtain, eagerly staring at her! That, in itself, was a hell of a turn-on for her!
Just the thought of her aunt lusting after her, wanting to shove her tongue up her pussy, to touch her tits, turned her on like crazy and made her keep getting hotter and hotter as she plunged her fingers into her already slicked-up twat.
She stood there, wobbling with her fingers thrust deep, twisting them driving them inward into her hungry pussy.
Her thumb was wildly rubbing her little clit as those fingers dove deeply, squirming, twisting, acting like a two-headed dildo as she drove them deeply into her crotch.
In a weird way, Aunt Shirley knew that her lust was linked with Cathy's. She could sense, watching the young woman behind the curtain as she jacked off, that her own responses were almost exactly matched with hers, building rapidly toward fiery completion, causing her body to really heat up, causing her breathing to quicken.
And Cathy somehow felt the same thing. She could see the curtains wiggling almost imperceptibly, and now she could hear the hot breathing of her aunt, right there beyond that thin, almost nonexistent barrier of cloth.
They both rose to their orgasms together. Cathy plunging her fingers deep, Aunt Shirley rubbing her crotch like it was on fire inside the fabric, until Cathy whimpered, convulsing, her body shaking like a rag doll.
And Aunt Shirley felt the fire rise through her crotch and she leaned against the wooden frame of the little changing booth, her own orgasm eating through her body like ecstatic acid, flushing her, shafting bliss through her whole body.
She shouldn't be doing it, she thought, wrestling with her own mind, she mustn't!
After Cathy had cum she took her time trying on the new pair of designer jeans, buttoning up the new blouse, turning and admiring her reflection in the mirror.
"Are you there, Aunt Shirley?" she asked, her voice trembling from the lust that still possessed her.
"Uh, Cathy, yes ... " Shirley said, and then she slid the curtain open and stepped inside.
Cathy could see that her face was reddened from the exertion of making herself cum, and then Cathy realized that she had been right! Aunt Shirley had jerked off while she was watching her make herself cum!
She knew that that was what she had been up to out there! My God, the woman was horny as all shit for her! And Cathy ... How did she feel about her aunt?
It was funny, but there was something exciting about that, sort of a shared indiscretion that no-one else in the world knew about.
"What do you think?" Cathy asked. "Do they fit? What about the color?"
Aunt Shirley took her time looking over her niece pirouetting there in front of her in the new clothes. She reached out and shaped the fabric with her fingers, in no hurry to remove her hands, pulling it here and there.
"They're not too tight, are they?" she asked with seeming concern.
"I don't think so ... How do they look?"
"They look good ... " Aunt Shirley said, almost savoring the words on her tongue. "Yes, you look really good ... "
* * *
The rest of the day went by without incident, except Cathy continually had the feeling that her aunt was thinking about her, contemplating ... Cathy wasn't sure what, but she had her suspicions that it had everything to do with sex.
Even Uncle Derek didn't betray any emotion when they were sitting around watching television together.
They watched a cop show that Cathy really didn't have any interest in, but her mind was busy thinking about the events of the preceding day, busy enough to not even notice that she wasn't following what was going on with the show.
Cathy did catch him glancing over at her a few times, but that was all. She wasn't bothered by it, in fact, now that she thought about it, the attentions of an older man like himself were quite flattering to a young girl like her. After all, he was a mature man, and it was quite flattering for her to think that she had anything to offer to him ...
It was only when Aunt Shirley was out of the living room fixing a snack of popcorn for them when Uncle Derek played his hand ... and he played it with his hand.
Uncle Derek said, "Now where is that remote control?" And then he glanced over toward Cathy, sitting across the room from him. "Oh, I see it," he said.
Strangely enough, Cathy thought he knew where it was all along. She had seen him look over that way a couple of times in the last five minutes, seemingly more absorbed by it and by her than by the program they were watching.
Uncle Derek got up and walked over behind the leather recliner where Cathy was sitting. He picked up the remote control from the end table next to her, and then he paused, standing there behind her.
Cathy didn't turn around. She assumed something on the television had attracted his attention, but that was hardly it, she was soon to find out.
He paused there for a moment, hesitating, and then he made his move.
He reached down and, sliding his hand underneath her t-shirt, he touched Cathy's tit.
She froze, not knowing what to do. Even after what had happened the other night with Uncle Derek in her bedroom, it still surprised her, even if it didn't shock her.
His fingers gently caressed her naked tit, rubbing them over the soft little perk of her nipple, squeezing the soft, pliant mound, shaping it.
Cathy turned her head. "Uncle Derek," she said, with surprise, "what if Aunt Shirley were to walk out ...
Derek seemed unwilling to let go of that perfect tit, but finally he did with reluctance. Without a word, but with a slight, sidelong glance at Cathy, he returned to the couch and then turned his eyes back toward the television program.
By his intense expression Cathy knew that the show was the farthest thing in the world from his mind, but he kept his eyes fixated there, not returning them to her.
He just sat there for a moment, watching the television while Cathy watched him. Finally he remembered what his trip over toward Cathy had supposed to have been about, and he lifted the remote control and flipped around the dial, searching for some program or other.
Cathy just couldn't believe what was going on with her aunt and uncle! Hell, she knew that she was old enough for people to be interested in her sexually - I mean, if the guys in school hadn't convinced her of that, then she must have been blind - - but she still couldn't get over her aunt and her uncle seeming to be so turned-on by her! Hell, she thought, she must be pretty goddamned special to turn on two older people like them!
For one thing, what would they have thought - or done - if they had known that their spouse had been up to the same kind of antics as they had?
Cathy figured that Uncle Derek would have been pissed off. After all, it had been a bit of a shock to Cathy that Aunt Shirley - her favorite aunt - had lesbian inclinations, especially toward her! What would a revelation like that have done to her Uncle Derek? Christ, he would probably freak out if he knew what Aunt Shirley was really into!
Cathy stayed up for awhile longer, and then when Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek retired, she went into her bedroom.
It was funny, but the whole evening seemed supercharged! Not tense, but somehow electrified with all the suppressed lust that was going around that household!
Cathy stripped and got into her habydolls, then turned off the lights and slid under the covers of her bed.
It wasn't long before, somehow, her fingers found their way down between her naked legs, resting in her muff and she started to squeeze and rub herself down there.
Cathy's fantasies spurred her need on further. She thought about Aunt Shirley standing outside the curtains at the department store, probably rubbing herself between the legs as she watched Cathy driving her fingers deeply into her twat, using them for a prick.
And Derek! Jeez, she couldn't get the image of him standing over her bed out of her mind. She remembered how he looked, standing there naked in the moonlight, his cock the size of a sawed off broomstick, or something.
She couldn't see his expression in the moonlight, but she could hear his heavy breathing, and she could see that he was staring at her naked tit like he was obsessed with it.
Cathy started driving her fingers deeply into her wet slot, twisting them, squirming them around inside her cunt. Her passion, her temperature was rising by the moment, and suddenly she found herself wishing for another visitor like the one she had had the night before!
Her other hand was massaging her clit, urging her body onward to its peak.
Shit, the situation was getting pretty sticky, and it wasn't just Uncle Derek's cum that was making it like that! At this rate, what was going to happen next?
Uncle Derek "played his hand" earlier that evening, and so she didn't think that there was a whole hell of a lot that was going to hold him back from upping the ante on her, she just didn't know what was going to happen next.
Did she want him to hold back? Well, no, but she didn't want to make any trouble between him and Aunt Shirley, either!
Aunt Shirley! What would it be like to make love to Aunt Shirley? Cathy imagined that it was Aunt Shirley that was working on her pussy down below, only working on it with her tongue! Wow! And maybe if ... if only ...
Cathy slid one hand around, underneath her ass, and gently slid a finger up her asshole, driving it deeply inward into the tight little channel. That butt-fucking that Mike had given her the other night had kind of given her a taste for it.
She started squirming her finger around in her ass, driving it in and out as she plunged two fingers up her crotch at the same time.
Yeah, if Aunt Shirley was down there between my legs, driving her tongue into me, while her hand was working on my asshole ... Oh, God!
Cathy groaned as she continued to dodge her fingers in and out of her slot and her asshole, twisting them, tormenting them inward.
And then, with the image of Aunt Shirley poking her tongue inward, sucking her cuntlips, Cathy went over the edge and started to convulse and whimper, gasping as her cum sizzled through her body. Oh, shit, that felt so fucking good!
She lay there, relaxing in the afterglow from her cum for a long while, until she started to drift off to sleep.
But that light sleep was penetrated by the sound of the door latch turning.
Gently, quietly, but as Cathy lay there with her eyes wide open, she knew that someone was twisting the doorknob.
She saw the shadowed door move inward, and then she saw the silhouette of her uncle standing there, again, in the doorway. Back for a reprise, Cathy thought. But this time would he want - or even demand - more from her?
Cathy lay there, hardly breathing, as the big, naked form of Uncle Derek stepped across the carpeting, moving toward her in the inky darkness of the room.
Again he paused beside her bed and just stood there for a long time, looking at her. Shit, she thought, barely daring to breathe, what was he going to do next?
His cock was half-hard, hanging between his legs, arching out just a ways from the dark tangle of his crotch hair. And then, just like the other night, he leaned down and undid the tie on her babydoll nightie.
He spread open the silken fabric, pulling it away from a single, mounded tit with its pretty up- perked nipple.
Uncle Derek straightened up, and then he gripped his cock, just as he had done before. He started to frig it slowly, meditatively, staring at Cathy's naked tit, and she liked the look of that big, blunt headed prong as he worked it with his fist.
Cathy's breathing quickened as she watched him speeding up the jerking on his cock, watched his chest rising and falling with his quickened breathing.
She watched the jogging of his balls, hanging there underneath the thick shaft of his cock, and it was incredibly difficult to control herself, not to reach out and to cup those balls, to kiss them and to lick them. Hell, she had desires, too! Her aunt and uncle weren't the only ones who were nuts about fucking!
Cathy knew that she shouldn't do it, but somehow there wasn't much thinking connected to what happened next. Without considering it, almost by instinct, she lifted her hand.
Derek paused, stopping the jerking motion of his hand. He just stood there gripping his hardened cock as Cathy lifted her hand to it. His hand dropped away as she ran her fingers over his long, hard prick, squeezing it in her silken fingers.
Derek was frozen, not knowing what was going to happen. Shit, was he going to get what he had wanted all along?
And then she sat up. Without saying a thing, Cathy plunged her lips over the blunt snout of Uncle Derek's cock, taking it into her mouth. He pressed forward, embedding his thick, veiny prick inward, distorting her lips around it.
He moved closer and her hands reached out and took his asscheeks, and as he started to plunge his boner between Cathy's lips, she started to work his asscheeks with her hands, squeezing, raking them with her long nails.
Uncle Derek wove his fingers in Cathy's fine hair, and he plunged his prick deeply into her throat, gasping as he jerked his cock in and out as if her mouth was a substitute cunt.
He held her head firmly and began to drive a flurry of fast cock-strokes between her lips, feeling her lips caressing the whole length of his stiffened rod.
And then Cathy plunged a finger into Uncle Derek's ass and he was out of control with fucking, gasping and driving the last dozen strokes into her mouth as she plunged her finger in and out of his tightly clenched asshole.
Her other hand cupped and milked his balls as he jammed his final stroke and then moaned out his pleasure and splattered his hot seed inside of her mouth.
Cathy sucked and sucked, squeezing Uncle Derek's balls as he drained his cum into her mouth. She swallowed with relish, then licked the warm and wet dregs of his juice from the long, glistening length of his bone.
Without saying a thing. Uncle Derek took a final, lingering look at her, and then he turned and retreated into the darkness, closing the door behind himself as he left.
My God! Cathy thought. What now?
Four
The next day Cathy was surprised when her aunt knocked on her bedroom door and said, "Cathy, some of your friends are here to see you ... "
"Be right there!" She said, hastily pulling her short-shorts hack up, zipping the fly in a rush. She snapped the button and pulled her tanktop back down.
Going to the mirror she ran quick fingers through her hair. Hoping she looked at least halfway normal she stepped out of her room, smiling.
As she came down the hall she saw Lana and Terry and Mike sitting in the front room, looking like complete angels for Aunt Shirley.
"Hi, Cathy," Lana said, "we were in the neighborhood, so we dropped by to see what you were doing ... "
Cathy grinned weakly. She really didn't want to tell them what she had been doing back there in her bedroom.
"Oh, nothing," she said. "I'm glad you dropped in ... "
"You know," Aunt Shirley said, coming back into the living room, "I thought I'd be stepping out for awhile, if you kids wanted to visit with Cathy, I won't be in your hair ... "
"Oh, Aunt Shirley," Cathy said, "you won't be in our hair if you stay around. You don't have to run off just because my friends are visiting. Besides, we'll probably be going out for a hamburger, or something ... "
"No, no," Aunt Shirley said, "I really do have some errands to attend to. Besides, there's some chips and dip in the kitchen that you kids would be welcome to. Why don't you kids stay around and, oh, I don't know ... you could always play Monopoly, or something ... "
"Monopoly?" Cathy said weakly.
"Yeah, let's play some Monopoly ... " Terry said, possibly trying to win some points with Cathy's aunt, but certainly losing some points with Cathy at the same time.
"Sure, Monopoly ... " Lana said. She didn't sound all that excited about the prospect of playing the board game, either.
"Go get the game out, Cathy, it's in the hall closet. You know, your Uncle Derek and I used to play Monopoly all the time when we were dating ... "
Those must have been wild times, Cathy thought to herself.
"You kids can play it in the family room," Aunt Shirley said, "and I'll be running along. I won't be back for quite awhile, so don't worry about me barging in on you kids ... "
"Oh, don't be silly, Aunt Shirley," Cathy said. "You sure you wouldn't rather stay around and play a game with us?"
Aunt Shirley shook her head, and with a sprightly "See ya!" she left through the front door. A moment later they heard the car pull out of the drive.
"Do you guys really want to play Monopoly?" Lana asked.
"Why not?" asked Mike. "Your aunt said she won't be back for awhile, so we don't have to worry about that. There's some beer in my car, and those chips and dip sound pretty good ... "
Mike got the beer from the car while Cathy got out the Monopoly game. Lana found the chips and dip and set them up on the bar between the family room and the kitchen. Terry cleared off the coffee table before the big couch in the family room to put the board on.
"You're the banker," Terry said to Lana. "You're the fuckin' whiz with math ... "
Mike came back with the case of beer and doled out a can to each of them. Mike and Terry set up the board while Lana handed out the little stacks of play money.
Cathy meanwhile looked through her uncle's record collection looking for something newer than 1969. Not finding anything really she settled for putting a Beatle record on low volume and then settled into a bean bag chair by the low table that the board was on.
"Yeah, your aunt not being around is actually a pretty good thing, the way that I look at it ... " Terry said. "We can pretty well do anything we like, can't we, Cathy?"
Terry and Lana were sitting side by side on the couch. He reached out and slid his hand around her, insinuating his fingers under the back of her jeans and into the lush crack of her ass.
"Well, yeah," Cathy said. "Sure ... "
"Good thing ... " Mike said, sliding into the big shapeless bean bag chair with her, practically sitting on her lap. His legs overlapped hers, snuggling, rubbing. One of his hands found its way to her neck. The other slid up and down her bare thigh. He held her, massaging her neck, gently feeling up her leg with his fingertips.
They started playing the board game and Lana quickly fell behind. By the time they had each had three or four beers, Lana had nearly run out of play money. With a cry of dismay she landed on one of Terry's pieces of real estate - Park Place.
"Oh, fuck," Lana said, "and you're got a fuckin' hotel on it, too ... Well, I guess I'm fucked. I don't have enough cash to cover the damned rent, so I guess I'm out of the game."
"Oh," Terry said, shaking his head in mock pity, "that is too bad. Of course, Lana, you know how we play Monopoly, don't you? I'm sure we can work something out ... "
"What do you mean?" Lana asked, and Cathy, too, listened closely to the answer.
"You know ..." Mike said.
"Sure," Terry said, grinning, "you know ... "
"If I knew, goddamn it, I wouldn't be asking ... " Lana said, peevishly.
"Well," Terry said, "I'm willing to let the rent go if you take off your shirt ... "
Lana looked perplexed. "Really?"
"Really," Terry said, grinning slyly.
Lana shrugged, and then began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't have a bra on underneath it, and so when she removed the blouse it achieved just what Terry had wanted, which was to see her tits.
She slipped off her blouse, throwing it lightly over the arm of the couch while the boys - not to mention Cathy - got a real good look at those oversized tits and at those big, brownish coins of her nipples.
"Jeezus, guys," Lana said, lifting her hands up and covering up her tits, at least partially. "Don't stare at my tits like that ... "
But Terry, Mike and Cathy were not the only ones staring.
Her curiosity had gotten the best of Cathy's Aunt Shirley, and she had only driven the car down the block, then walked stealthily back to her house, hoping to find them engaged in more than just playing a board game.
She was not disappointed when she positioned herself at a side window of the house, one that was surrounded by thick bushes.
The window looked in on the back corner of the house where the family room with the game was. It was a window she had deliberately opened before leaving in hopes of seeing, hearing some' thing. Now, indeed, she could see every one of their movements, hear everything they were saying in the house.
Aunt Shirley had figured that with a bunch of horny young kids, their play would soon turn into something like this. And she was pleased to see that she had been absolutely right.
That Lana looked pretty fucking nice with those big naked tits exposed to everyone's gaze.
Then there was Cathy, and Shirley wouldn't mind - - wouldn't mind at all! - seeing her niece again in the nude.
And then, too, there were the boys. Ah, yes, the boys. From the moment that they had stepped through the front door she had been fascinated with those two young studs. She was dying to see what they would look like if, as she was hoping, the game progressed farther along the direction it was already taking.
It was turning into a battle between Terry and Cathy, who both had quite a bit of real estate, each with houses and hotels strategically placed on the board.
The next player to run into financial trouble was Mike.
He landed on one of Cathy's pieces of property - St. James Place - and it was so heavily built up with buildings that there was hardly any room for him to put his little dog-shaped playing piece on it.
"Okay," Mike said, smiling at Cathy, "I get the same deal as Lana got, right? I get to take off my shirt and then I don't have to pay rent? That's fair, isn't it?"
"Almost ... " Cathy said, smiling.
"What do you mean, 'Almost'?" Mike asked warily, staring at her.
"Well," Cathy said, her face taking on a certain eagerness, "that was a deal that Terry cut with Lana. You're going to have to make me a better deal than that, or else I wipe you out ... "
"Shit, this is one evil bitch we're playing with ... " Mike said, shaking his head. "Okay, what do you want, anyway?"
"Your pants," Cathy said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, " ... and your underwear."
"Fuck it all," Mike said, "that's no fuckin' fair ... "
"Take it or leave it ... " Cathy said.
Mike counted his stack of play money one last time, just to make sure that he didn't have enough money to cover the rent on the property.
"Well, fuckit!" he said, and then he reached down and slipped off his boots.
Aunt Shirley watched avidly through the window, finally getting what she had wanted.
After he had taken his boots off, he found it impossible to get his pants off on the awkward bean bag chair, so he stood, sending a thrill through the woman watching at the window.
Mike unbuckled his belt, then undid his zipper. He looked at both of the girls with a sly 'Here it comes!' smile. Then with a flourish, like a stripper, he finally slid his jeans down and stepped out of them, kicking them toward Cathy's feet like they were the booty of war.
Then, with a leer he looked into the anxiously waiting girl's eyes and yanked down his BVD's and, picking them up off the carpet, pitched them into Cathy's lap. "Well, there they are! Wear 'em in good health!"
"Now we know who wears the pants in your family!" Terry laughed at Mike.
"Very funny!" Retorted Mike, standing there naked in front of the other three -not to mention the hidden viewer beyond the window.
With his cock half-hard and bobbing forth from the tangle of brown hair at his crotch, Mike said to Cathy, "Happy, landlord?"
"Very ... ", she said, smiling, holding his white briefs in her small hand, her eyes eating up the sex log hovering almost right in front of her face.
"Look," Cathy said, "Maybe I am being a bit hard on you, Mike," she said. "Would this make up for it?"
Then she slid around on the bean bag chair, leaning forward. She took hold of him and came up on Mike's cock. She cupped his balls in her fingers, and then slid her mouth over Mike's prick, taking it in as he pumped his ass and slid his cock in and out of her lips.
"Mmmmmm ... " Mike said, wobbling on his hairy legs as he stood in front of Cathy, "yeah, yeah ... That makes it a lot better ... "
Whoa, boy! Aunt Shirley could hardly believe her eyes at what she was watching. Sure, she had known that Cathy wasn't exactly a nun in the way she behaved around boys - her parents had made that abundantly clear to Shirley on the phone - and in addition, that little session inside of the changing booth had proved she was no rank innocent, but still Shirley was stunned to see Cathy go right after that boy's cock, to gobble it right up!
Oh, Jeez! Hell, she could hardly blame her niece for responding that way to the kid! Hell, he was a handsome young guy, and with that hard stick of his wavering almost under her nose, she would have done exactly the same thing!
Still, Shirley knew that this whole sex thing with Cathy had gotten way out of hand! For one thing, the way that Shirley had been behaving lately was completely insane! Sneaking around, spying on Cathy and her friends, spying on Cathy especially, even when she masturbated ... it all pointed to the fact that she was getting carried away, in way too deep in this hot little game of young girls and their horny-assed suitors!
Okay, fine! So if you're going to think about it, and if you're going to sneak around like some peeping Tom hoping for a glimpse at some little cunt or some hairy cock, well then, why don't you do something about it?! Unbidden, almost beyond her control, her hand slipped down to the top of her jeans.
What if someone - say old Mrs. Fleming, next door - was to happen to walk by and see what you're doing?, Shirley admonished herself. Wouldn't that be fucking embarrassing?
She quickly looked around, reassuring herself that hidden in her own bushes no one would see her there. Trembling, with both excitement and fear, Shirley let herself go and unbuttoned her own jeans, slid down the zipper, and then slid her hand into her crotch as she leaned over at the window.
Shirley wormed two fingers into the already-wet cleft of her twat, appreciating the feeling, appreciating the luxuriant growth of hair between her legs.
Oh, she was a woman, all right! She sure wasn't a little peach fuzz twat like her niece! And she had sexual desires worthy of a woman, too!
Shirley drove her fingers deeper into her pussy, writhing, feeling like the sensation of having her fingers plunged into her cunt was almost too intense to bear. She plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy, hearing the little squelchings it made.
Even as her Aunt was going at it beyond the window pane, Cathy pulled away, letting Mike's cock fall forth from her lips.
"Okay, that's enough for the moment. It's Terry's turn ... " she said. Then, as he started to unzip his pants, she hastily added, "to play the game Terry, put that thing away, we're not ready for it yet ... "
"Who's not ready?" he laughed, but did as he was commanded, rolling the dice, then moving his marker around the board.
As he did so Mike sat back down in the bean bag chair, snuggling up the Cathy, her small soft hand wrapping around his dick. Mike's boner was big and reddened, as she toyed with the foreskin, the length of it glistening from Cathy's saliva.
No, Aunt Shirley didn't miss the movement of Cathy's hand, even if the other two across the table from her did.
Aunt Shirley watched lustfully as Cathy gripped Mike's cock and, without the other two players even becoming aware of it, she started to frig his prick up and down in his lap.
Poor hapless Lana was the next one to land on one of the hotel-laden pieces of real estate, Marvin Gardens this time, and by that time Cathy had turned into a real tyrant in the matter.
"Off with your pants ... " she said, and all Lana could do was to comply.
Aunt Shirley watched the young woman strip off her pants, watched the dawn of her blonde pussy as she stripped down her underwear. From where she was watching through the window, Aunt Shirley could even see the beginning of the little pink cleft of Lana's pussyslash.
Shit, that little slit of Lana's looked awfully enticing, and when she turned to let Terry get a good look Aunt Shirley got a nice view of Lana's shapely ass.
By that time Aunt Shirley's fingers were working overtime, driving up her own cuntslash as visions of all of the wonderful things she could do with that pussy, with that ass, danced through her head.
Christ! Shirley thought, she just couldn't restrain herself any longer! And then something in her mind snapped as she watched Terry move forward and start to finger Lana's thighs, to kiss around her pussy, and then to use his fingers to spread her labia and to dive his questing tongue inward.
Shirley knew she had to do something! She was so hot, and yet at the same time she knew all of the problems she could be getting herself involved in! For one thing, what if she went inside and Cathy freaked out! Well, she could act like she had been suspicious of Cathy and her friends and ... Oh, fuck!
Shirley stood up and zipped and buttoned her pants rapidly. She knew she had to try something! She almost felt like she was a sleepwalker moving through a dream as she walked around the side of the house and then approached the front door.
She was still afraid of what might happen, but by that time she knew that there wasn't a goddamn thing she could do about it!
She quickly walked to the doorway and then opened the it up. She heard Lana squeak and Cathy gasp and one of the young guys mutter, "Oh, fuck ... ", and then she was inside the house and standing in front of them.
Well, no, there was nothing they could do to deny what they had been doing, that was for sure! Terry had his hands wrapped around Lana's naked ass as she stood there with one foot up on the couch, her blonde pussy wide and dripping just inches away from his face. His expression was priceless!
And Cathy had been so shocked by her Aunt Shirley walking through the door that she had forgotten to even let go of Mike's cock, all hard and standing tall in her little fist.
"Aunt Shirley, I can explain ... " Cathy said, still sitting there, beet red, knowing there was no way she could.
Shirley stood there for a long moment, expressionless, menacing, almost forgetting that she hadn't come in to catch the group in the act. "You can?" she said softly.
Cathy smiled, looking like the cat with the parakeet in its mouth. "Uh, give me a second ... I'm sure I can think of something ... "
"Cathy?" Aunt Shirley asked coming toward her.
"Yes?" Cathy asked weakly.
"I didn't come here to get you kids in trouble ... "
"You didn't?" Cathy asked.
Shirley's next words were awfully difficult to get out. She almost felt as if she was the kid and Cathy was the parent or the aunt, and she was the one who had been caught in the act.
And then she knew she had to go on with it.
"Cathy?" she said, hesitantly, putting a trembling hand on her niece's soft shoulder.
"Uh, yes, Aunt Shirley?" the young girl said looking up, confused.
"I ... uh ... I was hoping that you would let me join you ... "
Mike shook his head in disbelief, Terry expelling his breath in relief.
"Oh, wow ... " Lana muttered, her eyes widening.
Cathy's lips curved upwards in a smile. Then she nodded.
Smiling, Shirley asked Cathy, "May I help you with that?" Without waiting for an answer she went down on her knees beside the bean bag chair, her hands joining Cathy's around Mike's cock.
Shirley brought her mouth to the startled boy's dick and Cathy pulled her hands away to accommodate her aunt's lips on that big boner.
Shirley went to work sucking and locking and tonguing the boy's stiff rod while Cathy wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his.
Terry went back to work on Lana, burying his nose in the sweet slit of her exposed pussy.
Mike's fingers blindly groped the two women. One hand found Shirley's breast, massaging it through the light cloth of her summer blouse.
After a few moments of that Shirley backed off on that hot rod in her mouth, enjoying the look of it standing erect, at attention like a little soldier in her hand.
"I'm sorry Mike, did you want these?" she asked, undoing the buttons of her shirt with one hand.
Mike looked around Cathy's sizzling kiss to see Shirley pull off her blouse, big braless boobs flopping enticingly out, her nipples standing out hard and pointed.
Oh shit yes! Mike thought, wanting them. His free hand grabbed at the older woman's big knockers, thrilled to have more than just the usual small teenaged girl's titties he was used to.
Meanwhile Lana decided that she wanted Terry's cock in her box more than his tongue. She pulled him to his feet, dropping his pants to the carpet. Then she got back up on the couch, her knees on the cushions, her arms and shoulders up on the back of the couch, her butt facing the room. Her face was to the wallpaper as she said, "Do me doggy-style Terry!"
Terry lost no time complying, angling his oversized dong into her twat, both hands guiding his meat missile into the welcome and wet silo of her cunt.
Shirley and Cathy switched places, the younger woman stroking and sucking on Mike's cock as Shirley gave her tits to the boy to suck and kiss.
Hungrily, noisily, Mike slurped at those big dark nipples, nibbling, panting as waves of excitement crashed through him from what Cathy was doing to his dick, from the sheer joy of having these two giant mature globes to fondle and play with as he fucking well liked.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me you sonofabitch!" Lana screamed from the couch.
Terry was pistoning, piledriving his dick into her pussy, slamming his pelvic bone and balls up hard against the girl's ass, Shockwaves making her butt shake, her shoulders tremble with each of his hard thrusts.
Harder and harder, faster and faster he rammed the shivering girl, driving his prick deep into her, rotating his hips to give maximum friction to the delicate walls of her pussy.
Shirley was riding high on the wave of her pleasure. This was too wonderful, just too fucking amazing. It was all, and more than she had hoped. Oh God, how long had it been since she had had the pleasure of any man besides Derek? And now this wild beautiful boy was slurping and sucking at her breast making her feel young and beautiful and desirable once again.
"Oh, Fuck, you do that so good!" she said, panting into the boy's ear. Shirley held Mike to her breads with one hand tangled in his hair. Her other hand reached out, running up and down his body as far as she could reach. She twisted around to where she could watch Cathy sucking on Mike's cock.
Oh, God, how beautiful she looked! Shirley thought, enjoying staring at the body of the girl curled on the shapeless chair, her lovely and naked legs exposed.
Cathy's little tongue was going all over Mike's hard meat pole, questing, exploring, fluttering and fanning the boy's lust, driving him right up to the edge.
Shirley reached over and pulled on Cathy's tank top, trying to pull it off, hot for a look at her niece's sexy little tits.
Cathy looked up and smiled. Taking a moment off from working Mike's cock, she pulled off her tank top, letting her sweet little breasts bounce into Shirley's view.
"You're just so fucking beautiful, Cathy," Shirley almost purred.
Cathy just smiled and returned to Mike's hot cock in her hand, pulling the foreskin back down, the blunt purple head poking out from the protective envelope of skin.
Cathy wrapped her lips back around the throbbing dickhead as Shirley reached over and began playing with one delicate little tit, kneading the tiny nipple to bright pink erectness.
Mike was bucking his hips, ramming his dick into the hungry girl's mouth, frigging, fucking her mouth like a pussy, finding it hard not to lose his rhythm with all the incredible things that mouth was doing. He was panting through his nose, his mouth sucking hard on one of Shirley's big nipples, his brain a wash of lust, dizzy, reeling. With a kind of regret he realized he couldn't hold his cum much longer.
Terry, like Mike, also was nearing the raw edge of his orgasm. His breath was coming in hot ragged pants as he smacked his dick again and again into the willing, wanting, Lana.
Lana was lost in her ecstasy, screaming out little 'ah's' and 'oh's', whimpering her delight.
Mike was the first to cum, his head buried between Shirley's massive mammaries, his dick worked beyond endurance by Cathy's educated-beyond-its-years mouth and tongue. He bellowed and arched his body and fired, hot spurts of cum ripping from the depths of him. It splashed hot and sweet on Cathy's tongue, filling her mouth, dribbling down her chin, his cries of delight smothered in the soft, succulent flesh of Shirley's boobs.
Moments later Terry and Lana joined him, their cries of "I'm cumming, oh fuck I'm cumming ... " and "Hold on, hold on! ... ah fuck, I'm cumming too! Ahhhhhh ... " arriving nearly together.
Terry fell back onto the couch, exhausted, Lana slumping down to lie across his lap, panting. Terry sat looking down into the pretty face of Lana, enjoying that special, indescribably sweet look of a woman in afterglow, the fingers of his left hand twining in her hair, his right hand softly caressing her sizeable breasts.
But it turned out that Cathy and Shirley were far from done!
Shirley slid around, coming off of the bean bag chair, pulling Cathy onto the carpet with her. She pulled the young girl into her arms, her lips seeking Cathy's, her hands exploring the beautiful body of her niece.
As their lips met, tongues twining and wrestling, their fingers raged and ravaged each other. Shirley's hand found the mouth of Cathy's little twat and slid into that hot, juiced-up tunnel, making the girl squirm with and writhe her hips with pleasure.
Cathy's hand followed her aunt's lead, shyly entering her aunt's cuntlips, then with increasing excitement, finding and kneading her clitoris, brushing and burnishing the bulb of the older woman's clit, tormenting her with waves of pleasurable pain.
Shirley pushed the girl onto her back and quickly spun around on her knees so that she could bury her face in her niece's tangled little muff.
Shirley was way beyond thinking, beyond justifications, beyond all rationale and excuses. She was wholly caught up in a riptide of lust. She had never even remotely desired another broad like she was now lusting after Cathy. She had never before had the wild aroma of another woman's pussy driving her into crazy, all-consuming passion.
But now she was possessed by the wild, sexy moment, and Shirley gave herself up to it, up to the wild fire in her coins blotting out everything else.
Cathy was surrendered to the feelings, the sensations, the raw emotions that were washing over her. It felt so fucking good and she was fucking doing it and that was all the fucking excuse she needed!
Shirley's nose went deep into that wet slice of Cathy's twat, drinking deep of the heady perfume of her niece's pussy. Her tongue found the girl's clit and began a wonderful slow torturing of it, nipping it and making Cathy yelp with pleasure and squirm beneath
Cathy's tongue was tasting a wild new truth, a mind-fucking brew of her juices, the cunt juices of her favorite aunt running and glistening all over her face and mouth, mixing with the dribbling remnants of Mike's cum.
She was young and the raw power of sex was searing her brain. Cathy never really knew that she was about to cum, her mind whited out by the sheer raping ecstasy as her cum ripped through her, making her go unconscious for a moment, turning her sweat for an instant to ice water, spasming and jerking her limbs as the bliss ripped through her.
"Are you all right?" she asked Cathy.
"All right?" she chuckled, "All right?" She was panting, dizzy, her eyes refusing to focus.
From the chair above her Mike said, "You just had the fuckin' granddaddy of orgasms, Cathy!"
"Oh, fuck! That was ... " She set up on her elbows, her chest heaving, "Fuck, I don't know what the fuck it was.
She looked at her aunt. Shirley had slipped off the girl and was now sitting on her knees beside her, stroking the girl gently.
"Is fucking you always like this?"
Shirley said nothing be leaned over, placing a light kiss on Cathy's lips.
Five
Derek was damned confused. For an hour after he got off work he drove around, thinking. Thinking of Cathy. Of just how desperate he was for her. Of the way she had grabbed his dick and brought him off with her mouth.
Should he allow himself to think that he was a turn-on to her? After all, these days chicks didn't usually even give him a second glance.
She's only eighteen and I'm almost forty, he said to no-one, feeling, for the moment, every minute of his age.
How in the fuck could she want him half as much as he wanted her? And if she did want him, wouldn't that be a hell of a lot worse? Shit, it had to be a mistake even to think about her, to think about those little tits, about that little twat! She was his niece, fergawdsakes, at least by marriage.
Christ! He was just glad that at least she was of age, and not jailbait. The last time she had stayed with them she had only been eleven, and even at that age she had been a terrible flirt. Now at eighteen Derek had to admit that she was a real woman, and hotter than hell!
And what of Shirley? She was still a beautiful woman, and he did love her, didn't he? Was he willing to trade Shirley for Cathy? If not, why jeopardize things? Why this crazy need for these expeditions in the dead of night to Cathy's room? Was he just acting like a silly old man coming up on the big four-oh?
And if he did keep making those midnight forays into Cathy's room - and if his hard cock kept making its forays into Cathy's sucking mouth - wouldn't Shirley eventually catch on to what was going on with them? What in the fuck was going to happen then?
His aimless driving around town brought him to the local adult book store and theater. Seeing the lurid title on the movie marquee he decided to go in.
Maybe a little celluloid sex will cool my jets enough for me to think, Derek thought, parking the car in the parking lot behind the theater, hoping for fuck's sake that no-one would see his car there and associate it with him.
The entrance to the theater was inside the bookstore. It was the dinner hour and the place was nearly empty. A big biker and his fat biker broad were arguing over what video to take home that night, with the shopkeeper pointedly ignoring them, sticking price tags on items - a luridly colored assortment of dildos and artificial cunts - behind his high counter.
He hated paying those outrageous prices, but the topless ticket girl in the glass booth went a long way toward making up for it. She was a brunette in her mid-thirties with tits that Derek could have smothered in. Big and not too drooping, with great rosy nipples that Derek's eyes stuck to and only let loose of with a conscious effort. Shit, she looked good enough to eat in just frilly black-and-red panties, garters and hose, with six inch spike black high heels, and for a second the real life image of her - and especially those tits - replaced the image of Cathy that had been haunting him all day.
He paid his eight dollars and slipped behind the ratty red curtain, stepping into the darkness of the theater. Inside were folding chairs and a screen about as big as the one Derek had at home to show his slides on.
The second feature, something titled LUST OF SATAN, was about half over as he came in and sat down. The setting of the film was a posh house somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Some cloaked men were menacing a naked girl strapped to a stone altar in the basement. Some other naked women stood around chanting and holding tall black candles.
The people on the screen broke into some kind of crazy dance and orgy, the naked women using the big candles as dildos, doing each other, while the men pulled off their cloaks and gangbanged the girl on the altar, all to the tune of some sixties acid music, Jimi Hendrix's or some such.
One of Derek's first thoughts was that it was an astonishingly old film, mid-sixties he guessed by the quality of the color. Jeez, eight bucks for two films, no popcorn, and they show a film from twenty years ago!
In the next sequence a group of Satanist women gathered in a living room for a lesbian orgy with a giant black dildo. The dildo was four feet long and at least six inches across. The black dildo was passed, reverently, from girl to girl who kissed and fondled it, with some ritualistic Satan crap as dialog.
Derek tried to ignore the sappy dialog and concentrate on staring at the tits of the pretty girls, naked and hot on the screen.
One of them, a tall black girl with long slim legs and big fuckin' wall-eyed mambos that jiggled whenever she walked, was really getting him going.
Derek was the only one in the theater, he realized, looking around with a start. I guess 'classic porn' isn't all that popular, he chuckled to himself.
Feeling incredibly self-conscious he undid his belt and slid down his zipper. Hell, that's what these films are for, right? he told himself.
A big boned Scandinavian-looking blonde had a buzzing vibrator dildo in her hand which she ran over the boobs and legs of the black chick that had gotten Derek's attention. Then the blonde drove that whirring dildo into the kinky snatch of the black girl, her cuntlips all splayed and reddened, driving that dildo all the way up to the hilt.
On the floor four other girls had arranged themselves in a daisy chain, each licking out the pussy of the next girl in the circle. Derek had never seen it done quite that way before and was fascinated and getting damned turned on.
A slightly plump girl with wide hips and a very skinny woman with small, sharply pointed tits were making it on the couch. The big assed one was up on her knees on the cushions, while the skinny girl hungrily slurped and licked out her puckered pink asshole.
Derek stroked and pounded his prick to close-up shots of girls licking and kissing girls, breathing hard into the empty theater as his hand worked his quivering dong.
A couple of the girls in the daisy chain really had spectacular bodies and Derek just could not get his eyes off their shapely asses, off of their big tits and flashing nipples. He wished to fuck that he was in the middle of that writhing daisy chain, sucking and running his tongue up and down that brunette's sweet glistening pink slash, plunging his cock in and out of the mouth of that incredible red head!
The Scandinavian blonde was bouncing up and down at a frantic pace on top of that animalistic-looking black bitch, and Derek matched her speed every second of the way with the speed of his hand whacking away at his stiff rod.
Staring hard, almost hypnotically at the creamy whiteness of the blonde's skin, the lustrous black invitation of the other girl's too, he could feel his cum rising and he coaxed it along, taking his time, urging and then backing off with the stroking of his hand, waiting for the exact moment to let it rip.
The girls in the film were beginning to cum, too. The big-assed broad on the couch getting her ass and anus licked out came with screaming words of praise for Satan.
One-by-one the girls in the daisy chain were gasping out their bliss as they fired, Derek feasting on more close-up shots:
One girl's face was splattered and dripping with cum, her long pink tongue snaking out and wiping it off of her lips.
Another close-up showed the blonde's palpitating ass, zeroing in on her puckered sunburst of an asshole as it clenched open and shut.
The black girl was the last one to cum, panting, begging, shaking with the power of the dildo driving and diving deep into her, coming up all glistening with her cuntjuices.
As she came, eyes rolled back, her white, even teeth clenched, and Derek clenched his own teeth, holding back his scream as he fired too, shooting globs of moon-colored scum onto the filthy floor of the theater.
The scene on the screen changed to a long view of some Southern California college. Derek thought he recognized Cal Tech. Losing interest in the film and knowing he had to be home soon, he zipped himself back up and walked out, wobbling a little bit as he left the theater.
Outside it was another hot summer night, mosquito's buzzing around in thick clouds. He ducked into the car, feeling a little better. Oddly he thought, even though he had just cum, he was still as horny as hell.
He knew, right or wrong, he had to have Cathy again. And this time, not just to cum in her mouth - he needed a hell of a lot more than that from that pretty little wench.
* * *
After the Monopoly game, which Cathy had eventually won, the kids all went out for pizza and a movie. Shirley stayed home to make Derek dinner.
He was almost two hours late getting home and came in all apologetic, and got a hell of a surprise.
Shirley was waiting for him in her negligee.
He hadn't seen her this horny in months. Even his being late didn't seem to bother her. Usually she would have killed him, but this time she just said "I understand, dear."
"Listen, Shirley," Derek said, "maybe we should go out and grab a burger, or something ... ", but Shirley would hear none of it, and fixed him a late dinner.
Shirley almost skipped around the kitchen, setting plates before him, kissing him, swishing her ass and making her big tits bob and bounce, really putting on a show for him.
"So what happened to you at work today, anyway, Dear?" she asked.
Derek was too surprised to even formulate much of a reply. "Uh, well, you know ... Not much, Shirley ... " Jesus! She's trying to get me in the mood! he realized with a start. If only she knew, he thought, watching her. I'm in the mood all right, just not for her!
They sat at the table, Derek trying to eat, Shirley snuggling up against him, nuzzling his ear, rubbing his cock under the table. Derek kept looking up from his meal as her fingers worked him under the table, figuring that at this rate they were going to have to do it right on the kitchen floor! Shirley acted like she wasn't going to accept any less from him!
Shirley was pleased - really pleased - to note that his cock was responding to the treatment, growing hard and large inside his slacks.
When he finished eating she didn't even bother putting the dishes in the sink, but led him back to the bedroom.
"No TV for you tonight, Mister; I have another little show in mind for you!"
She led him to the bedroom and directed him to sit on the bed. "C'mon, now, Derek," she said, "don't get impatient. Just hold on a moment."
You know, it was kind of funny, but any other time that Shirley had gone to all of this trouble, Derek would have been out of his mind with lust, probably jacking off while he stared at her in her negligee. Oh, well, she thought, maybe this will bring him 'round ...
Then she put a cassette into a small portable tape player, and switched it on.
As soon as Derek recognized the opening notes of Billy Rose's tune, 'The Stripper', he cracked up. Shirley, undaunted, went into a bump-and-grind stripper dance routine that really blew his mind.
In time to the music's sexy beat she slipped off the negligee, revealing red nylons, red garter belt, red panties and a red push-up bra.
"What do you think of the outfit?" she asked, whirling around, showing it off, but mostly showing off her body.
Derek had to admit she looked great, and the striptease really was turning him on, after all! He clapped his hands in delight and shouted "Oh, baby!"
Both were laughing so hard it was difficult for Shirley to keep time to the music, but kept up the striptease. Running her hands up and down her hips and legs she strutted for him, showing him what a fine foxy wife he had.
She slipped off the bra next, draping it across Derek's lap.
She swayed and bent, making her tits bob and jiggle. She took Dereks's hands and ran them over her breasts, then stepped back, teasing, slipping away from him.
Next, still in time to the music, she slowly turned from him, showing him her ass, and slipped down her panties. Then she turned to face him, revealing her pussy as though he had never seen it before. She danced up to him and put her panties on his head like a hat.
That left Derek roaring with lusty laughter, reaching out his hands to grab at his naughty wife.
Shirley slipped away from his grasping hands, sparking his lust higher, to finish the dance. When the music ended she came to him on the bed, still clad in garter and nylons, and putting her spike-heeled red slipper in the middle of his chest, pushed him back onto the bed. Then she began undressing him, pulling his pants off, his big prick springing into view, obviously ready for some hot action.
In moments he was nude. She crawled onto the bed and took his dick into her mouth, fingering his taut balls, coaxing them, urging them to deliver up their liquid gift. She nibbled and sucked and chewed until Derek was hard, his prick standing erect and glistening, supported in her fingers, and then she really went after it.
She crouched over him and used her mouth like a cunt, plunging it up and down over his bone while her fingers frigged it up and down and her other hand milked his balls. It wasn't more than a minute before Derek was gasping and urging her:
"Oh, Jesus, Shirley! Harder! Yeah! Do it just like that! Ooohhh, shit! Use your lips on my prick-head, just like that!"
Finally, with a flurry of plunging strokes between her lips he came, crying out and then firing several squirts of cum into her mouth. She sucked and lapped, running her tongue in long strokes up and down his still-hard prick, getting the last droplets of his juice of his prick.
Then, without further ado she moved up and positioned her pussy over his face. Hungrily, happily, he ate her, gripping her sizable asscheeks in his hands while she ground her drenched twat atop of his mouth and he plunged his tongue deep. After a few moments she twisted about so that she could resume work on his cock, and even against all of the odds that she was afraid of she brought his dick back to full hardness as he lay there, his face buried in her cunt.
In a few minutes she had him back up to engorged hardness, his prickhead glistening purply in the bedroom light. She pulled her pussy away from his questing tongue, to run her tongue all over his chest, his stomach, up and down his hairy legs. Then, finally, she turned around and positioned herself over him.
Using one hand to guide his prick in she sat her soft ass down on his stiff pole, letting out an 'Ahhh!' of pleasure as she guided it deeply inward.
"Oh God, honey, it's been too fuckin' long!" Derek said, holding his wife's ass.
Shirley leaned forward to put one of her big titties in his mouth. Derek reached out and held that big dark-capped globe in his mouth, his tongue running round and round the delicate puckered nipple, making it pucker even more.
Oh ... Oh, Derek! Derek! Oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good shoved up inside my twat! Oh, Jesus! I Want it! I want it so fuckin' bad!"
Shirley was practically out of her mind having his big dick shoved up in her. Shit, she hadn't been so turned on in months, maybe years. Making love to Mike and Cathy had really only whetted her appetite for Derek's big pole. She was a woman, a full lusty woman with a woman's needs. And those needs included a man with a big hard bone who knew what she liked!
And Derek sure as fuck did know what and how she liked it! She liked his dick driven as high and as hard into her pussy as possible, and she liked the hard whacking of pelvic bone on pelvic bone as he drilled her, drilled hard into her.
She liked his mouth on her tits while his bone drilled its way up through her cunt straight to her brain!
Together they pumped like mad for what seemed like hours, her driving her butt down, impaling herself on his dick, him bucking up, panting like a wild dog, trying to ram his dick ever deeper and higher into her drenched twat.
Her orgasm hit her almost without warning, blowing her mind as waves of shuddering pleasure washed through her, making her jerk and whimper as she rammed her ass up and down on Derek's bone.
Derek gently rolled her over on her side and, lifting her leg up on his hip, continued to pound into her pussy until he joined her in cumming. He pressed deeply into her and then felt his sperm rocket through his cock, setting off his whole brain in fireworks, and making him clutch and kiss Shirley as he spurted a triple-squirt of seed deep into her guts.
The two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, happier with each other, more satisfied with their marriage than they had been in ages.
And yet, both fell into slumber thinking of the girl who would be sleeping, later that night, in the next room. Each had questions, and unresolved desires that haunted their dreams. Each, Derek and Shirley, knew that however happy they were, it somehow wasn't enough, not just now, not since Cathy, beautiful sexy little Cathy had walked - had paraded that sweet little ass of hers - into their lives.
And both of them fell asleep hoping the other would never know.
* * *
The next day, while Derek was at work, Shirley planned something special for Cathy. It was a special something in which Shirley's big black dildo was to be a star performer.
It had started off as a typical day in the Langendorf household. Getting Derek up and off to work, house work, vacuuming and dusting, the little things that Shirley performed, somehow, with more satisfaction that morning ...
Shirley went into town briefly on an errand and it was already a scorchingly hot day by the time she returned. Summer in Klamath was usually a bitch, and this one was proving to be the usual. By mid-morning it was already too hot to comfortably wear clothing outdoors.
In the afternoon, Cathy, clad only in her blue tube top and ultra short-shorts headed up the street to visit Lana at the root beer stand.
While she was gone, Shirley got everything ready for her return.
She fluffed out her hair into a sexy, just-out-of bed look. Then she slipped into a satin kimono, liberally applying her favorite, and sexiest perfume.
This is silly, she kept telling herself, I feel like a kid getting ready for a date. What if she isn't interested in getting laid by an older broad? What if yesterday was just a fucking fluke?
Shirley was so nervous that she was nearly shaking by the time she heard the Robbins' dog bark, announcing Cathy's return.
Cathy came in and threw her clutch purse on an end table in the living room.
It was oddly quiet in the house.
"Aunt Shirley?" she called out.
"Back here, Darling." Shirley replied. There was something in the tone of her voice that tweaked Cathy's curiosity. It was almost as if she had meant to say 'Come join me' but hadn't. Now, what the hell is she up to? Cathy asked herself. Jesus, you never know what the fuck these old farts are going to spring on you!
Cathy peeked through the door into Shirley's room and was rewarded with a view of the older woman lounging back on her right elbow, her kimono open at the waist, that huge black dildo that Cathy had caught a glimpse of a few days earlier sliding furiously in and out of Shirley's pussy, propelled by her fist!
"Oh, sorry!" said the startled girl, stepping away from the door.
"No! Ah, that's all right, Darling. Come on in, will you?"
Timidly, Cathy came back to the door. Shirley pulled the dildo free so Cathy could see it in its full magnificent length, glistening wetly with the nectar of Shirley's pussy.
"Have you met my little friend?"
"Little?" Cathy said in surprise, "That's the biggest fucking dildo I ever imagined, much less saw!"
Shirley got up off the bed and came toward Cathy. Gently she laid the huge black snout of the dildo between Cathy's little titties.
With her free hand Shirley brushed back the hair from Cathy's face, then lightly placed a kiss, first at her temple, then her cheek. Then their lips met.
The kiss quickly grew in passion, Shirley taking Cathy's tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the sweet warmth of her sister's daughter.
Shirley began running her free hand, and the giant dildo, up and down the girl's slim body, rubbing it over her tits, down her stomach, between her legs.
In a few more moments the horny teenage girl in Shirley's arms was whimpering and panting out her need into her aunt's ear.
Shirley led Cathy to the bed and helped her out of her brief clothing.
Cathy's pussy was all juiced-up as Shirley worked her fingers into the hot moist passage, pressing her fingers inward.
Cathy's fingers reached out, slipping inside the kimono to find the sopping wet fur at Shirley's cunt delta.
Shirley used her thumb expertly to twiddle and friction Cathy's clit, all the while driving her fingers ever deeper into the squirming girl's quim.
Cathy did the same to her aunt, her little hand entering Shirley's cunt with a soft squelching sound.
Soon they were pressed hard against each other, holding on for dear life, driving fingers into each other's wet, tormented twats, panting, kissing, tonguing each other's mouths like mad.
"Fuck me! Aunt Shirley, fuck me!" Cathy cried out, desperate for it.
"That's exactly what I had in mind," Shirley said. She slid the kimono off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
Shirley could not help but notice and appreciate how Cathy's eyes glowed with excitement, how the girl seemed to be drinking up the mature beauty of Shirley's body, unable to take her eyes off her aunt.
Shirley smiled and stepped over to the night stand. She opened a drawer and pulled out a curious item consisting of straps and buckles. "You know what this is?" she asked.
"No," Cathy said, "but I have a sneaking feeling that I'm going to quickly find out!" she added laughing.
The younger woman got up off the bed and came over to watch her aunt as he buckled herself into it.
"This is a little something I picked up in the novelty story, just for you, this morning," Shirley said, then added, "Now, bring our handsome black friend over here and I'll show you what this thing is for ... "
Cathy picked the enormous oversized black dildo up off the bed and handed it to Shirley. Quickly, she snapped it into place in the harness.
That great black plastic penis thrust forth from Shirley's crotch like the prong of some over-built black man, only far larger than any real dick Cathy had ever seen.
"Oh sweet Jesus, you're not gonna stick that thing in me, are you, Aunt Shirley?"
"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" Shirley purred, guiding the girl back to the bed.
"Yes. But, holy fuck, that thing's ... not human!"
"Oh, maybe not, but I have the feeling you might develop a taste for it, anyway ... "
Cathy, round-eyed with anticipation and fear watched, unresisting, as Shirley laid her back down on the bed.
Seeing Cathy laid there, those tiny little tits, her long brunette hair spilling in soft cascades over her small deeply tanned shoulders, made Shirley wish she had a real cock of her own to drive into the girl with.
Shirley reached out, ever so gently, and caressed the big plastic prong that extended from her crotch up and down across Cathy's stomach, rubbing it just as if it was a real prick thrusting out from her.
Cathy sighed with resignation, and let herself fall back on the comforter, spreading her legs, inviting Shirley to enter her with that plastic monster.
"Oh, no," Shirley said, smiling, "I have something else in mind!" For a moment Cathy wasn't sure it was her beloved Aunt standing there, or her evil stepmother!
"What?" Cathy said, shocked as Shirley rolled her over. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, Aunt Shirley! That bastard will never fit into me!"
Shirley said nothing but hunkered on the bed behind her, spreading her niece's shapely asscheeks with her fingers.
When Shirley saw the little pink pucker of Cathy's asshole something wild shot through her mind. With a ragged inhalation of her breath she bent, dipping her mouth to Cathy's ass to taste it. Oh, yeah, oh yeah ... Anything that pretty, that delicate, she just had to have a little taste of ...
Gently she touched and toyed with Cathy's anus, her fingers tracing its sensitive puckered opening, then diving a little deeper inward.
Shirley's fingering, tonguing, was driving Cathy wild too, causing her to moan and clench her asscheeks with the pleasure of that invading tongue.
Shirley swirled her tongue into the tight confines of Cathy's asshole, squirming it around, rubbing her nose in the velvety soft cleft of Cathy's pretty little ass.
Cathy nearly screamed with the excitement and the pleasure, her thighs trembling.
By that time Shirley knew she had the girl ready and pulled her face away, drawing the great black peckerhead of the giant dong up to her niece's ass.
"Oh Shirley, oh, oh ... Fuck!" Cathy screamed as the dildo bit into her, pushing its head just inside the tight opening of her ass. "I don't think it's going to fit ... I mean ... "
Shirley leaned forward, letting her big breasts hang hotly against Cathy's back. She gripped the dildo in its harness, angling it into Cathy's delicate asshole.
"No! It's too fuckin' big! Oh fuck, Shirley I can't take that thing there!"
Shirley pressed the blunt snout of the dildo deeper into the girl's ass and then, pushed with all her might.
It rebounded a little, not going in as deep as Shirley had hoped, and, afraid that the girl might be right, she glanced down. And then, feeling the child trembling under her she redoubled her efforts to drive that monster into her. It took only one more shove to push that black monster all the way home, crammed to the hilt in the whimpering girl's soft bottom.
Cathy was beyond complaint or comment by that time, awash in an overwhelming tide of sensation, pleasure and pain so closely mixed she was beyond telling one from the other.
Shirley began bucking her hips. Gently at first, sliding it in and out of Cathy's rear at first only in short easy strokes, then, increasingly, in longer and harder ones.
Soon Cathy was letting Shirley know she was enjoying it, wiggling her hips and moaning as only a women in the thrall of a good fuck can.
Shirley banged into her more furiously, sweat splattering off of her as she rammed the teenager, running in rivulets down her tits and her legs, pooling in hot, glistening lakes on Cathy's heaving back.
Shirley just kept pumping that prod deeply into her niece, sensing somehow that Cathy was approaching the end of the line. Then Cathy screamed out, her ass bucking in opposition to the dildo, gasping and crying as she came, her fingers clenching in the bed covers, her ass thrashing like mad.
Shirley let her collapse to the bed, pulling the giant dildo free. Cathy rolled on her back and pulled her favorite aunt to her in one wild kiss.
The two women lay there for a long time, kissing gently, caressing each other, speaking softly. In time Shirley saw that Cathy had recovered from her orgasm and unstrapped the dildo from herself and handed it to the girl.
"Your turn," Aunt Shirley said, smiling.
Six
"So what the fuck is there to do in Klamath Falls?" Cathy asked Lana for about the hundredth time. "Play foosball with the teenyboppers? Go out to Moore Park and feed the ducks?"
"Oh, it's not that bad ... Hey, that gives me an idea! Look, let me make a few calls and I'll call you right back."
Cathy agreed and they rang off. Now what the fuck?, Cathy wondered. It was another sizzling summer day, the mercury reading over a hundred. She was sitting on her bed in just her cotton panties, feeling the coolness of the air conditioner in the window blow over her.
She was alone in the house. Uncle Derek was at work and Aunt Shirley was out shopping. Aunt Shirley ... it was getting harder and harder to remember to add the Aunt. Cathy wondered what her mother would think if she knew what her daughter and her sister had been up to on this supposedly innocent vacation away from sex!
Oh fuck! Cathy said to herself in resignation, throwing herself back on her bed, reaching for the well read, dog-eared copy of PARTYGIRL magazine.
She had just gotten lost in a sexy daydream staring at the hard, naked boner of the Italian stallion in the glossy magazine when the phone rang. Cathy grabbed the magazine and shoved it under her" pillow and picked up the phone. It was Lana again, and Cathy hoped she had had some success in coming up with something for them to do.
"All set, we'll be by in a hour to pick you up."
"Huh? What's set? What are you talking about? Where are we going?"
"Never you mind! Just slip into something that comes off easy and be ready!"
Forty minutes later Cathy heard the honk of a car horn and looked out to see Mike's '56 Ford in her drive.
As soon as she stepped outside she realized the car was packed with kids. Mike was driving with Lana next to him, and beside her, in front, was another boy, a blonde blue-eyed hunk about twenty years old. Cathy was in love-or lust-the moment she laid eyes on him.
In the back she saw Terry, with two more girls sitting on either side of him.
"Hi!" shouted Lana out the driver's window. "Get in front!"
The door on the passenger side opened and she stepped up. Her eyes met the blue ones of the boy in front and stuck, each hungrily looking the other over.
"Don't be shy, get in! Oh, this is Oliver. Cathy, here, sit on Oliver's lap ... " Lana ordered her.
Cathy was in no mood to argue and practically leaped into the car, squirming her little butt around in Oliver's lap, getting comfortable and wrapping one arm around him.
Oliver in turn put an arm around her, pulling her to him. His other hand landed on her bare leg and neither of them acted as if there was any need to remove it.
"So where are we going?" Cathy asked.
"Vito's boat!" said one of the girls in the back, laughing.
"Who's Vito? And where is his boat?"
"Vito's a real swinger, this totally wild sex and booze party animal, and he's really rich, 'cause his dad is a mill owner here in town! Vito goes to Harvard," - Lana said Harvard with a funny, snooty accent - "and has a boat out at Pelican Marina."
"My God, that boat's incredible," put in Terry, "It's the ultimate fuckin' single's pad."
"I'll say," piped up the little red haired girl sitting next to Terry. She was nineteen or twenty, Cathy guessed, but she was only about four foot eleven and really didn't look a day over sixteen. "That's where a lot of girls I knew in high school lost their cherry's!"
"Like you!" put in the other girl, nudging the redhead in the ribs.
Cathy peeked over Oliver's shoulder to get a look at her. She was probably the oldest person in the car, twenty-three at least. She was tallish with long silky black hair. She was wearing a one-piece bathing suit under a pair of shorts and with her nice pair of tits, she looked good enough to eat.
"That's Paige ... " Said Lana, indicating the little redhead ...
"Hi!"
"And that's Sandy ... "
"Short for Alexandra." Added the raven-haired girl.
"Paige works at the root beer stand with me," explained Lana. "Oliver here is a friend of Mike's."
Oliver smiled at Cathy; his blue eyes were sparkling and Cathy thought she was gonna lose it right there. Fuck! What am I holding back for? She asked herself. Cathy, she said to herself, if you want it, take it! She could feel her pulse racing and her blood pumping loud in her ears. She knew if she did not act on the impulse she was feeling, that she'd freeze up. So, she acted.
If he was surprised, Oliver certainly hid it well as Cathy leaned into him, pressing a long hot kiss oh his lips. A kiss that just kept getting hotter as the car passed through town heading for the marina on the lake.
Oliver and Cathy went at it like crazy, their lips wrestling and twining, Oliver's hands quickly slipping under the light fabric of her tiny powder blue tube top to squeeze and fondle her little boobs.
She slipped around in his lap so that one free hand could stroke his cock through his rough jeans.
Their wild kiss was halted by the car's arrival at the marina and everyone shouting for them to knock it off and get out.
Mike and Lana led the group down the slat walkway of the dock to the boat. Cathy's first thought was that it was really big. Forty-two feet of pure pleasure is how Vito described it.
Vito was on the boat with his friend Ted. Both were dressed in just swim trunks and Japanese beach sandals.
Ted shouted "Hello!" raising his bottle of beer in salute.
"That's Vito," Lana said, "the tall one with the towel around his neck. The one with the beer is Ted."
Ted, Cathy soon discovered, was at home on summer break from Princeton and acting just as snotty as one can about being an Ivy Leaguer.
Vito wasn't much more to Cathy's liking. He puffed up himself up as being some kind of intellectual, constantly dropping the names of authors and important books he'd read. But he was a hell of a good-looker she had to admit; tall, dark, and deeply tanned. Definitely yummy, at least, when he kept his mouth shut.
He met them at the gangplank and led them all into the cool interior of the main cabin.
The main cabin was like a small living room, beyond it a short hall led to two small yet curiously spacious bedrooms and the restroom, or head, as Ted felt compelled to point out when Sandy asked where the bathroom was.
In a few minutes they were all comfortably spread around the low couches and cushions, sipping wine, whiskey or beer from Vito's well-stocked bar, chatting and sizing up the possibilities of the other people in the room.
"A minimum of six and a maximum of sex, that's what PLAYBOY says is the definition of an orgy," Ted said, "and there's nine of us here ... " he added, eyeing Paige.
Cathy had snuggled back into Oliver's arms as soon as they got settled inside. Lana was sitting between Terry and Mike, rubbing both their dicks through their pants, and doing it with all the nonchalance of reading the morning paper.
Sandy, the older raven-haired girl, sat on a bar stool, Vito standing beside her, sipping a whiskey and water. Paige, the tiny redhead, sat on a side couch sipping a white wine and looking hungrily at Terry, and a little peevishly at Lana.
Cathy really didn't much care at that point. Oliver was one fucking great kisser and that was more than enough to keep her occupied, and busy enough not to give a damn what the others were up to.
After half-an-hour of small talk Lana decided that things were getting off to far too slow a start. She leaned over to Mike and unzipped his fly, sliding his little half-hard dick out of his briefs and into plain sight.
Paige and Sandy stared as Lana began to go to work on it in a workmanlike fashion, peeling back the uncircumcised foreskin and sucking and nibbling on the head, running her fingers up and down the shaft, swiftly taking it from semi-hardness to full reddened erection.
Paige wasted no time in slipping across the room and similarly getting to work on Terry's huge oversized dick.
Sandy immediately found herself the center of both Vito and Ted's attention, which she decided she liked very much.
She pulled Vito to her for one long hot kiss. Then she slipped off the bar stool and dropped her shorts to the deck. A moment later her one-piece bathing suit followed. "One of those bedrooms yours?" she asked Vito.
Vito set down his drink, "Right this way, my dear."
As they passed Ted she said, "Don't be shy, little one, I like my cocks to cum in pairs ... "
The three passed into the hall and entered Vito's cabin. It was the larger of the two sleeping cabins on the boat. It had one kingsize bed under a large sliding glass window, and the walls above and around the bed were richly paneled in some exotic dark wood. The walls beyond the bed on either side were folding closet doors of many small slats in a matching dark wood.
Vito slid one accordion-folding door back to reveal a stereo sound system and hundreds of compact discs. He selected some soft, sexy music while Sandra pulled Ted down onto the bed beside her. Ted put one hand on her naked thigh, the other behind her head as he pulled her face to his.
Ted and Sandra engaged in a long passionate tongue wrestling match. Ted's hand slid up to her big bare breasts, his thumb and forefinger kneading the hard-and-growing-harder spike of her nipple.
Vito settled onto the bed beside them. He re-directed Ted's hand to Sandra's other tit so he could take that erect nipple into his mouth.
Sandy gave out little 'Oohs' and 'Ahhhs' of pleasure as Vito sucked, never slowing the pace of her tongue thrashing in Ted's mouth.
Her hands explored over the two boys, caressing their naked chests, squeezing the growing dicks in their swim trunks.
"Take that thing off, now!" Sandra commanded of Ted, referring to his swimsuit.
"And you too, Mr. Super Stud. I want your hard dick, and I want it now!" she added to Vito.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Vito said, pulling off his Ocean Pacifies.
"Ummm, that's better," Sandra said, looking at the two hard cocks of the college boys. "You!" she said to Ted, "Lay on your back."
Ted did as he was told, lying on his back on Vito's big bed.
"Yes, yes ... " she said thoughtfully, then: "Now Vito, my love, when I get set, with Ted's pathetic little boner in me," She winked at Ted and squeezed his dick to let him know she was only joking, "I want you jammed up in my back door. Understand? Or do I need to draw you a diagram?"
Vito expressed that he understood, and was perhaps a little hurt, so Sandra kissed him, long and good and deep, then pulled away to put her attention back on Ted.
His dick was not quite hard enough to suit her at that point, so Sandra wrapped her dark lips around his prickhead, sucking, nibbling, running long strokes up and down his shaft and tonguing him back to full erection.
When his dick was hard to Sandra's liking she lifted her leg over him, straddling him like a bucking bronco, which, perhaps, was not inappropriate. She leaned forward, kissing him, laying her large breasts on his chest. Then using one hand she guided his dick home, sliding the purple dick head into the moist, hot opening of her pussy.
For a moment she just sat there, enjoying the feel of his prickhead rubbing around in her, frictioning her clit. Then, slowly, she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on Ted's dick, driving it as far up into her cunt as it could go.
Then she began raising and lowering herself on that meat flagpole, grinding herself around on it. Soon she and Ted were bucking at full speed, pounding away on each other, gasping and panting.
"Come on, lover," Sandra called out to Vito, "it's your turn to join the party! Give it to me!"
Vito slipped up on the bed, his knees behind hers, positioning himself. With both hands he guided his dickhead to the tight opening of her puckered brownie. He pressed his dickhead up against her, pushing lightly.
"Come on, college boy, don't be so fuckin' shy. It's hot and tight, just like the little girls you like!"
Then it was Vito's turn to lean forward, wrapping one hand around her, his fingers clawing her soft belly, the other hand on her hips, holding her, preparing for the plunge inward. Then with a thrust he rammed her and was in.
"Ahhhh! That's so good! Deeper, you bastard, deeper!" Sandra nearly screamed at Vito.
In three hard drives Vito had worked his dick all the way into the girl's hot, tight ass, his cock buried to the hilt, his hairy balls slapping up against her ass.
Ted had lost the rhythm of his plunging into her pussy in the unpredictable motions of Vito's entry. Now the two men, working the panting, shivering girl for either end, matched their rhythm, timing their thrusts so that both would be driving into her at the same time, withdrawing at the same time.
"Oh, fuck yes, oh fuck! That's it, my darlings! Drill me, fuck me hard! Faster! Faster!" Sandra nearly screamed, nearly chanting out her desire. Each time the two pricks came driving into her together, nearly meeting deep in her loins it sent overpowering waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Sandra jerked her ass, shooting it up into Vito's oncoming dick or driving it down onto Ted's.
Vito's hands found Sandra's tits without a whole hell of a lot of seeking, holding on to them for joy and support. Ted's hand ran up and down her legs, squeezing the globes of her ass, his mouth and Sandra's repeatedly meeting for hot short kisses between pants or shouted commands to the boys from the wild chick.
Vito loved tight pussy - oh, God, did he love tight pussy - and Sandra's asshole was as tight, or tighter, than anything he'd ever had in his entire life. He closed his eyes, imagining himself drilling into the willing cunt of some little virgin high school girl, whimpering and excited beneath him.
Ted needed no imaginary scenarios. This hot nasty woman above him, with her big tits flopping on his chest, knew just how to drive him wild. Her cunt muscles were clenching and squeezing his shaft, driving him to the edge.
Sandra was panting hard, reeling under the impact of the two hard cocks crashing nearly together in her groin, ramming in, out, in, out! Her mouth roved Ted's face, tongue in and out of his mouth, his ear, licking his face with her roving tongue.
Oh, Christ, how she wanted it! And she was fucking getting it, too! "Fuck me!" she cried out, her voice tortured with pleasure, "Just fuckin' fuck me, goddamnit!"
She let herself down off her elbows, her face hard against Ted's chest, her ass high in the air and a kind of wild vertigo took her, dizzy, engulfed in crashing waves of pleasure she wanted more, more, more!
"Fuck me! Ram those cocks! Fuck me you stupid little college fucks! Fuck me you big hard dick of an asshole!" She panted, screamed, whispered to the eager college boys.
All that dirty talk for this heavenly woman was too much for Ted, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he whimpered.
"You wimp!" shouted Sandra, "Don't fuckin' cum yet! Be a fucking man, you fuckin' asshole! Just hold on!"
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Shit!" Ted bellowed, cumming in hot spurt after spurt, firing it deep into Sandra's pussy.
"Oh, fuck you! Vito, drill me, do me good you stud! Fuck my brains out! Get me off, you cock-sucker!"
Vito tried his best to comply, but the tightness, the indescribably wonderful tightness of her ass was too much for him, pushing him over the edge into his orgasm, too.
Moments later he fired into her ass, panting and shaking. He felt like his brain was going to explode as he pulsed his juice into her asshole, gripping hold of her sweaty body, then slithered down to fall off of her onto the bed.
Sandra smiled, laughed. She stood up, looking at them, both men in turn feasting their eyes on her. Hell, she was a real, full-bodied woman, more woman by far than was common on that boat, a woman of flaring, sexy hips, long legs, big, full breasts, and real, dark nipples.
"Ah, my little men, what am I to do with you? Don't you know you're not supposed to cum so soon? Well, we are just going to have to make you do it again. And you're going to keep doing it until you get it right!"
With that she sat back down on the bed, wrapping her lips around Ted's soft, flaccid cock, trying to breathe life back into it.
* * *
As Sandra and Vito and Ted had exited the main salon, Paige had fallen on Terry's big dick like horny Indians on an all-girl wagon train.
Paige pulled Terry's dick out of his shorts and began playing with it, running her tiny hands up and down its long shaft, her little mouth and teeth running around the rim of the huge prickhead, tickling it, teasing it.
At the same time, Lana continued to suck on Mike's much smaller dick, her nipping at his dickhead sending little jolts of pleasure through him. She began fanning the hard knob of his prick, fluttering her tongue over the super-sensitive glans.
Mike had never seen the tiny redhead Paige in the nude so while Lana worked on his rod, and Paige worked on Terry's, the two men both set to work pulling Paige's clothes off.
Her titties were tiny, no bigger than a champagne glass, with bright pink nipples. Her breasts had a delicate rose hue, splattered with delicate brownish freckles.
Only four foot eleven, her hips were nicely flared, but her butt was maybe a little more squarish than the boys would have liked, with little sunken cheeks. The vivid red hair at her crotch was a fiery down that came to a point at the junction of her twatlips.
Paige looked up from Terry's cock, "Anyone want to eat me out?" she asked.
"Yes!" Terry, Mike and Lana chorused.
"Lana wins!" Paige said laughing. "Lana, darling, lay down here on the carpet and I'll sit on your face while I have my way with this ridiculously big bone of Terry's."
Lana let go of Mike's dick to stretch out on the floor.
"Hey, what in the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mike asked.
Well," said Paige with mock thought fullness, "with that little dick you have, maybe you'd best just sit there and practice finding it ... "
"Oh, very funny!" said Mike indignantly, while everyone else laughed at the joke.
" ... or, since it's so small," Paige went on, "I bet it'd be just about the right size for my little asshole ... Does that sound like something you would enjoy, Mike?"
"Good thinking Paige!" Lana said, "I wanna see this!"
Mike got off the couch and slipped off his half-removed shorts. Then he walked around to Paige's backdoor, getting prepared to knock at it with his pecker.
Paige was nearly a foot shorter than Mike standing up. Kneeling over Lana she almost would have had to stretch just to suck him off. Mike got down on his knees, careful not to hit Lana straddled between the tiny redhead's legs. He placed a hand on either side of her little square hips and began running his dick back and forth across the wrinkled sunburst of her pink asshole.
"Oooh, yeah! Mike give it to me there!" Paige cooed, shaking her little titties.
From where Lana lay between Paige's legs she had a perfect view. She could see his dickhead rubbing against the outside of the mouth of the tiny girl's anus. She could see his balls hanging down before her eyes, occasionally slapping her forehead.
Lana reached up and started caressing his dick. Then the hands of both girls were there, helping to guide him into Paige's tight, hot little asshole.
"Ahhh! Ohhh! Yeah, Mike, yeah! Fuck me there, oh fuck yes! Fuck me, you big stud!" Paige panted, then wrapped her mouth back around Terry's horse cock.
She went back to sliding her lips up and down over the big purple engorged peckerhead, cupping his hot sweaty balls, working his balls with her fingers while Mike started pumping his dick into her tight butthole.
All the while Lana's tongue was going like a roto-rooter in Paige's pussy, her hands playing with Mike's balls and Paige's little clit.
Terry was content just to lean back into the cushions, his fingers tangled in Paige's shock of bright red hair.
Little Paige was bucking her hips convulsively, bruising Lana's nose, and threatening to tear Mike loose from her ass. She was bucking, frigging, her head going up and down on Terry's cock like a piston in a racing engine.
Suddenly, Paige yelped as she felt her orgasm sweep over her, drowning her like unwary picnickers on a tidal plain, her orgasm sweeping in like an onrushing tide, bursting through her, burning up her guts and eating up her brain.
A whole string of little orgasms, each more intense, went off in her brain like fourth of July firecrackers. She spasmed, yipped little cries of pleasure, and fell over across Terry's lap, pulling away from Mike, his dick sliding out and slapping Lana in the face.
Then she rolled off of Terry, across Lana, to lay gasping and panting in the middle of the floor, on her back, her little tits pointing at the ceiling. She lay there making dreamy little noises of pleasure, her chest heaving, pussy nectar running out of her bright pink slash, glistening on her leg. The expression on her face was pure rapture.
"Hey, that looks like fun!" said Cathy from Oliver's arms.
Cathy and Oliver had been in the corner, wrapped up in each other and a long, sizzling kiss, that had them quietly, passionately tearing each other's clothes off.
Both were nearly naked, a small pile of clothes surrounding them on the floor, Oliver's dick firmly wedged in Cathy's hand.
Sandra came out of the bedroom, hand-in-hand with Vito. "But I want to go for a swim!" she said.
"Well, fine, but if you want to go in like that ... " he said, pointing out that she was still naked, "then we'll have to take the boat out on the lake. You can't go skinny dipping in the fucking Marina!"
"Who says?" she asked, heading for the door and the upper deck.
"I say!" said Vito, taking her in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. As they kissed a chorus went up around them, clamoring for a swim.
A few minutes later, with swimsuits and trunks hastily donned, and mooring lines slipped, Vito's boat put-put-putted out onto the lake in the blazing late afternoon sun.
Seven
When Cathy got back to the Langendorf house later that night she found the house empty and a note for her on the table.
The note informed her that Aunt Shirley and Uncle Derek had gone out to dinner and for her not to wait up as Shirley thought they might be out dancing and drinking to the 'wee small hours'.
How nice for them! Cathy thought, and really meant it. While she did enjoy the interludes she was spending with Derek and Shirley, she was glad that they were getting their own lives back together as a couple. Cathy knew that they had not gone out together in ages and this was a really hopeful sign. And why shouldn't she be glad for them, they were her favorite aunt and uncle, weren't they?
The note also went on the say that the department store at the shopping mall had reviewed her job application and interview and that they had decided to hire her. In typical bureaucratic hurry-up-and-wait fashion, after keeping her on pins and needles for weeks, they suddenly needed her to come in the very next day to fill out the paperwork, get her name tag, and so on.
"Yeah!" Cathy shouted. Money, freedom, independence, here I come! she thought, elated at the change in her fortunes. Smiling, almost laughing, she drifted down the hall to the cool sanctuary of her room.
Oh my fucking God, what a goddamned wild ass week it had been! she said to herself, falling exhausted across her bed.
Her head was spinning, unbidden images of cocks and cunts fleeting past her mind's eye.
"Christ!" she said, into the cool darkness of her room, rolling over onto her side, enjoying the soft coolness of the pillow on her cheek.
Jesus H. Fucking Christ! I've been fucked more times in more ways by more people in this one week in Klamath Falls than all last year in Colorado! Shit, if it were to get out what a hotbed of wild sexual abandon Klamath was, the fuckin' place would be overrun by horny tourists!
She couldn't help laugh at the crazy joke it was, and the irony that her parents had sent her here to keep her out of 'trouble'. Christ! If getting fucked was 'trouble', she had just had enough 'trouble' to last her all the way through her college years!
Not that she really gave a fuck about going to college, mind you, especially if that meant coming out like those twerps Vito and Ted. Still, it probably would be a nice place to meet boys and girls, and get laid ... Not that there seemed to be any shortage of getting laid in her life these days! Still, variety being the spice of life, and all that ...
She sighed again, and got up, walking around the bed to the full length mirror that hung on the closet door.
It was late and she was tired, and frankly both her pussy and her butt hurt from the recent action those orifices had seen. Not that she was complaining, this was a kind of pain she could happily get used to living with. Still, with an important job interview tomorrow she decided she had best be getting to bed right away.
Quickly, almost effortlessly, like a cat stretching, or a snake shedding an old skin, she peeled off her clothes, dropping them into an untidy, shapeless mass at her feet.
She stood naked before the mirror, looking, reflecting on her reflection.
With an odd feeling, something like a cross between relief and vertigo, it hit her that she really was growing up. Perhaps this was actually the first time she had come to grips with that fact. Oh, she had thought she was all grown up before, like the night after that first fuck on prom night. When she was a kid she had imagined herself a woman lots of times.
But now, looking at the round hips and breasts reflecting back at her in the silvered glass of the mirror she could actually see it. She really was becoming a woman. She could remember how just a few years ago how flat her chest was, how bony her hips had been.
She had always been cute. Even in second grade she had boys willing to do whatever she told them to do, but how! Jesus!
Now, here before her in the mirror was a real woman; not just a cute little girl, not even a sexy teenager, able to drive high school boys wild with desire. She found herself looking at the image of a real live fuckin' woman. No, Cathy, she said to her reflection, you're not a kid anymore!
It scared her a little.
Growing up, maturity, was something that a lot of people spent a lot of time and money talking to kids about. She had had her adolescent mind filled with a lot of crap about maturity and responsibility.
She knew that maturity was more than just getting hair between her legs, more than filling out a shirt, or having your pants get tight.
She had a kind of horrible fear that growing up might mean having to be responsible, respectable. Could it mean that now she'd have to learn what 'polite society' considered to be proper and live by that narrow standard?
Fuck no!
No fuckin' way!
Cathy was already quite sure she knew exactly what 'polite society' considered proper, considered adulthood to be, considered maturity with a capital M to be, and she pissed on all of it!
Being a kid means you listen to that crap, keep your little fuckin' mouth shut or they beat the everlovin' shit out of you. Being an adult is being on a par with them, achieving peer status, being able to look 'em in the eye and tell 'em to fuck off!
That's it! she realized with a start, standing there staring at her own naked reflection. Maturity is the ability to say "fuck off' and have it stick!
Hells fuckin' bells! I can do that right now!, she said to herself with rising excitement. I've got a job, I can live here, or move out if I want, I've got good friends, shit, I could tell Mom and Dad to fuck off and make it stick right now! I'm a real live goddamned cocksucking adult!
"Fuck you all!" she said aloud, shouting, laughing hysterically.
Just saying it aloud gave her a wild rush, a pulse-quickening shot of adrenaline, a wet spot between her legs.
"Damn, I'm good!" she said to her reflection. With that she turned and rummaged through her drawers, looking for a nightie.
She found a pink baby doll nightie she liked and slipped into it. With a sigh and a giggle she slipped into bed.
Overcome by a day of sex and sun and excitement it was only moments after her head hit the cool satin of the pillowcase that she was asleep, sleeping the deep untroubled sleep of youth.
* * *
A few hours later the door to Cathy's room was silently pushed open a crack, putting a knife edge of light across her bed. A hand moved, silhouetted in that thin beam and the sliver of light on the bedclothes vanished, the hand extinguishing the light from the hall. The door was pushed further open, giving up a small squeak.
Cathy's eyes snapped open at the sound, then closed to twin slits.
She saw a figure moving toward her through the darkened room. Sleep blurred her vision, fogged her mind.
It was not until a hand stole out and pulled back her blankets, revealing her scantily clad form in the thin moonlight, did she recognize the man standing over her. It was Uncle Derek.
Derek pulled her blankets back further still. Slowly, trying not to disturb the girl he thought was sleeping beneath them, he pulled the blankets down until only her lower legs were covered, her slim thighs enticingly bare, only a thin wisp of sheer cloth standing between him and the objects of his desire.
She lay on her side facing him, her bare arm across her chest glowing dimly in the pale light, a bracelet glittering dully at her wrist.
For some minutes he stood there, uncertain, staring, trying to pierce the baby doll veil over Cathy's breasts with his eyes.
Derek was hungry for those wonderful little tits. He had to have them, had to see them again. But, damn! She was lying on her side, not on her back like on the previous nights. That made things infinitely more difficult.
Should he try to move her, to shift her over onto her back so he could get at those tits? Or should he just give up and retreat back to his room, to wait for another night, another chance to get at them?
For several long minutes these questions tortured his mind, then he made a decision.
He reached out ...
And Cathy moved from her side, rolling onto her back. Smiling, spreading her legs, she reached up and took his hand, pulling it down to her breast, pulling him down onto her.
He was startled, a little shocked by her repeated brazenness, and yet he was thrilled, excited too. As he fell into the bed, half on top of her, half beside her, he moaned, "Oh, Cathy!" His dick was quickly growing hard.
"Shhh!" Cathy whispered in his ear. "Don't talk, just do me!"
That night, like the previous nights, he had entered her room in the nude and, as before, his prick had entered that child's room half-hard.
Standing there at the door to her room Derek's cock had grown hard and swollen as he stroked it. Together, Derek and his dick, had been reacting to the prospect of his seeing what society says young girls are supposed to keep hidden. His aching boner had hardened to the hope of enjoying forbidden pleasures, forbidden young pussy.
Derek's dick had proceeded him into Cathy's room. It had come in poking out from the tangle of dark hair at his crotch, looking for all the world like it was sniffing with its one nostril, seeking the scent of Cathy's poontang.
Now he rubbed it up and down her bare leg as he got himself settled into the sack with Cathy.
One of her hands ran across his body, seeking and finding that hard prick. She began rubbing and stroking and playing with it, driving Derek wild with the wicked pleasure of it.
His hands slipped down, and up, under her nightie, taking one of her soft little tits in his hand.
Cathy was delighted with that hard dick in her hand. It was so big and so hard that it made her want to gobble it all up, to just grab it and stick it in every hole she had.
And at the same time the skin of it was so soft and smooth, it felt so wonderful that she wanted to just rub it all over herself, feeling that magnificent hard, veiny thing touching her everywhere, inside and out, all at once.
It was then that Cathy realized that she really, really, loved cocks. Any cocks were just fine as far as Cathy was concerned; big cocks, small cocks, hard cocks, flaccid cocks. It really didn't matter all that much to Cathy. Of course, big hard veiny jumping pumping giant meat sausages were best, but, even little ones like Mike's were okay if they were all that was available.
Shit, she realized, almost laughing out loud, even flaccid, limp cocks were fine with her. They looked so cute, like little puppies, or kittens or something, and, well, a girl like her could always get a limp one hard again, no?
Derek pulled her baby doll top up, his mouth sliding hungrily from one little nipple to the other, playing a rapid game of nipple ping pong.
Seeing that Derek was rather preoccupied with her tits she reached down herself and pulled her own panties off.
Dimly Derek realized that he was about to get a fuckload more than he had hoped for. All he had really wanted, right from the beginning, was just a little Peeping Tom peek at a couple of cute little chick tits and maybe a nice little beavers hot of nearly hairless twat.
Of course, above all else, Derek was a tit man. He loved tits. He went to movies, mostly, to see tits. It was boobs, udders, mambos, melons, mamillaries, titties, floppers, hangers, cantaloupes, not to mention jugs that really got him off.
Oh, sure, Derek would admit that he liked to fuck. But, if the truth be known, pussies were never really all that important to him. They never seemed, well, tight enough to suit him and he always got a weird feeling sticking his dick in someone's asshole. It just didn't seem, to him, like a place where his pecker belonged.
All Derek had really wanted, when he first entered her room on the very first night, was just a harmless peek at Cathy's little tits.
And now here he was about to bone her, to actually throw her a fuck!
Derek's mind was screaming that things had gone too far. Those little voices called conscience or guardian angels or whatever were practically screaming at him to hold off! He had this wild idea that what he should do was jump up and run out of her room and back to his bed and Shirley just as fast as his feet could carry him.
No, he knew he couldn't do that.
He was going to have to go through with making love to Cathy whether he liked it or not.
Like it or not!? He nearly laughed, what a silly idea! Of course he'd like it! Who wouldn't? She was a hell of sweet-looking little babe lying there under him, smiling and teasing, kissing him and stroking him, nibbling on his ear.
Like it? Wasn't she, at that very moment, doing some wonderfully outrageous things to his cock?
Cathy was rubbing Derek's dick all around the mouth of her pussy, sliding the supersensitive prick-head in and out of the hot moist place between the lips of her cunt. She was fingering it, playing with it, running her little fingers up and down the hard shaft of his cock.
With that he let her guide his dick into her hole. The big head of his prick entered her passage, then he ground down on it, pushing, forcing his hot rod up high, deep inside the moaning, panting girl beneath him.
They began to pump together, matching their motions, slapping their loins together, each driving the other wild with the pleasure, the smell, the feel of their fucking.
Derek's mouth roved over the girl, his teeth ravishing the little tits and spikey nipples he wanted so badly.
Cathy's hands clawed at his butt, her finger nails raking his skin.
Being inside Cathy, her legs and arms wrapped around him, was more exciting, more pleasurable than he had imagined it would be, could be. At the same time Cathy was enjoying every inch of him, every hot hard inch of Derek's dong as it rammed deep into her pussy, jogging her ass into the mattress, burrowing until it felt like it was going to burst out the rear of her pussy.
The two were going at it full tilt, Derek power driving his pud into Cathy, smashing his bone to the hilt, wacking the girl's pelvis with hard solid thumps, just the way Shirley liked it. He didn't much care for it that way and he didn't know if Cathy liked it like that either, but, he guessed if she didn't like it she'd say something.
In spite of Derek's slamming into her pussy a little too hard she was otherwise enjoying the hell out of it. Enjoying it, hell!, she was blown away, her mind washed clean and blank with the surge of pleasure washing over her.
Puffing and panting, the two, wrapped in each other's arms, bodies, felt only each other and their pleasure. They saw nothing, heard nothing beyond Cathy's creaking bedsprings.
Neither noticed the door to Cathy's room come open yet again.
Quietly, disbelieving, Shirley stood watching her husband pound the living shit out of her niece's pussy.
Shirley had awakened in the night. Her first thought had been to get up and slip into Cathy's room, to get of little more of what Cathy was making her hunger for.
Then she noticed that Derek was not in bed.
At first she thought nothing odd of it. He often got up in the night to pee, to get a drink, even to make a sandwich. Shirley then just lay there, thinking nasty thoughts of lewd things she'd like to do with Cathy. Awaiting Derek's return she was drifting half in, half out of sleep.
Eventually it dawned on her that he had been gone an unusually long time. Wondering if perhaps something might be wrong, if he might be sick or something, Shirley got up to look for him.
As soon as she stepped out of their bedroom she heard the heavy breathing. Heaving breathing that could mean only one thing. Right then she knew, but refused to believe it until she saw.
And then, coming to the door to Cathy's room, following the unmistakable trail of heaving breathing, panting and grunts, she saw.
At first she saw red. Raw red anger seethed within her. How dare he! And her, that fucking little cunt! How dare she fuck with my husband in my home after we took her in and gave her-
Then it hit her. What had she given Cathy? One hell of huge plastic black boner up the cunt, that's what she'd given her! No fucking wonder she was putting out for Derek!
Then she saw guilt.
In a moment that too passed and she saw the humor, the irony of the situation, and her own hypocrisy. How dare she be angry at Derek for doing exactly what she had done?
Then she just watched.
Seeing the man she loved bone her niece, seeing how good they both looked, did something for her. Watching them she was getting fucking turned on!
She had to admit, her dalliance with Cathy had made her and Derek closer in the last few nights than they had been in ages. What could be wrong with that?
Perhaps, incest really is best!
And with that she stepped into the room.
Derek's first indication that Shirley was in the room was when he felt a cool familiar hand on his shoulder.
Derek looked up from kissing Cathy's breasts to look into the smiling eyes of Shirley.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" he said, freezing, halting in mid-pump into the grunting little girl beneath him.
"I ... I ... Oh God, honey, I'm ... " he stammered.
Shirley laughed outright at the absurd expression on his face.
"Ssssh!" she said putting a fingertip to his lips. "It's all right, darling. It really is all right."
Shirley reached up and undid the tie to her night gown, letting it slip to the floor. Stepping out of it she stood there naked beside the bed.
"Move over a little and let your old aunt in," she said softly to Cathy, her voice warm and rich with laughter and awakening lust.
Derek was still in shock, unable to understand how getting caught with his dick in the cookie jar could possibly be all right.
Cathy, nearly as scared as Derek at first, realized what was up as soon as Shirley laughed, and nearly laughed too. Positively purring with delight she scooted over on the bed, dragging the befuddled Derek with her, to make a place for Shirley there beside her.
What could possibly be better? Cathy asked herself. Neither could possibly fee upset with the other with what they had done, so everybody was off the hook, and, she thought, relishing the moment, I'm about to get to make love to both my favorite uncle and favorite aunt at the same time!
"Come on, Shirley, snuggle up by me", Cathy said, patting the spot on the bed that she had made for Shirley to lie down next to her in.
Shirley slipped into the bed beside Cathy, one hand on her husband's cheek, the other supporting her head as she lay on her side, rubbing her pussy against Cathy's hip, smiling brightly.
"What the fuck is going on here?" asked Derek, just about coming out of his tree.
"Darling, Cathy and I have been having a little affair of our own!" With that Shirley turned to Cathy and pressed their lips together in a deep wet kiss that went all the way to Cathy's toes.
Derek finally caught on; "You ... You ... !"
"Yes, you silly fucking goose, now shut up and pump that big dick of yours!" Shirley said.
Already Cathy was bucking and grinding up against his dick.
With a disbelieving shake of his head Derek did as he was told, slowing picking up where he'd left off, driving his cock into the hot young woman beneath him.
Only now he had two glorious pairs of titties to look at, to feel up, to fondle, to kiss and suck to his heart's and his prick's content!
