There was a lithe fullness to Gillian's tallish body and a youthful playfulness to her symmetrical face. It never failed to bring a smile of pleasure to Jud's face. Afternoon sunlight came through the draped sliding door and shimmered in the soft waves of her auburn-and-honey hair as she turned to watch him pour the champagne. She smiled as she saw the press of his cock against his pants leg, and she moved toward him.
"Certainly is quiet, isn't it?" he said as he handed her glass to her. Their fingers brushed warmly as she took it.
"Um. A nice change," she nodded, her voice a husky whisper. The glasses chimed as they touched them together in a toast.
Their eyes held as they sipped the champagne. It seemed they were both pleased at the idea of having the house to themselves for a change.
"Yes, we're all alone," she whispered. Her heavily-lidded, light-green eyes sparkled.
"Yes, we are. Heh-heh," he said with a melodramatic leer.
"But old Judge Porter'll be along soon," she said, widening her eyes as she picked up his cue.
"No, I've had him taken care of so that the mortgage money won't arrive before the time due," he smiled menacingly. Finishing his glass, he threw his head back.
"You mean you're going to foreclose and cast me out into the snow?" she asked with a pleading look.
"Well, unless you can convince me otherwise," he chuckled and moved his eyes down to the outline of her uptilted tits against her khaki blouse.
"Convince you?" she asked with an innocent look, running her hands up her arms to the rolled up short sleeves of the blouse. "Why, I'd do anything to convince you."
"Anything?' he asked with a Groucho-like waggling of his eyebrows. He slid the tip of his finger from the shallow of her throat to the top button of the shirt.
"I-I-"she stammered and lowered her head shyly as if she were concealing a blush. "Oh!" she blurted. He followed her gaze down to the tenting shape in his slacks.
"Yes, what is it, my dear?" he smiled as he became aware of the throbbing centered in his erect cock.
"It's a-a snake," she said with a horrified look. "A snake's gotten in your pants, and-and it's ready to strike."
"Ah, we need somebody to play a tune, like the Indian fakirs do with cobras," he said thoughtfully as they looked down at the way his rod lifted his pants leg from his thigh. Their eyes lifted and met. "Perhaps you could hum a tune?" he suggested.
"I could try," she said with a note of uncertainty.
He watched as she lowered herself to one knee. Her skirt flowered out over her legs as her face came even with his glutted tool. She began to hum and raised her hands to his belt. She opened his belt buckle and then the snap. He felt the silky warmth of her fingers brush against his abdomen as she began to open his fly. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and her humming blended with the buzzing in his ears.
"Oh, but it is a big one," she murmured as she drew his slacks down from his hips along the stiff shaft. "Perhaps it's a copperhead," she smiled as she tugged the cloth over his bulbous knob. "No, a lavender head," she grinned.
She let the pants fall as his prod thrust upward toward her face. "Perhaps if I draw the venom out-milk the snake ...?"
"Yes, that might just do it," he nodded, his voice tight as he looked down to see the soft furl of her wide upper lip tilting up from the pouting fullness of her lower lip.
"I do hope so," she smiled. Her breath whispered over his knob, which was almost touching her mouth.
She lowered her face very slowly. It was as if she were moving in slow motion. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest; the buzzing in his ears became a roar as his breathing deepened. The softness of her lips blossomed against his knob, and his eyes closed.
She nuzzled the swollen bulb. The coolness of her tongue slid against its minute lips, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. His fingers slid through the soft waves of her hair as her face lifted. Her lips touched the rim of his prod's head, and she began to suck, tightening her mouth around his knob as the tip of her tongue damply polished his cockhead.
Her hands curved around his hips, and she began to ease them down. Tightening and loosening her mouth, she turned it from side to side as she let her lips slip from his knob to the top of his shaft. Her fingertips shifted in the shallow between his hips and buttocks. His bare feet twisted against the carpet, and his toes curled tightly against it as waves of electric pleasure spread out from his rod.
She slid her tightened hands down along his strong legs as she began to take his shaft into her mouth. She thrust her tongue forward against his dorsal vein, chafing the cleft of his knob. She heard him murmur with pleasure, and she sucked harder, savoring the taste of his flesh.
Her body arched forward from her high, full hips. Her arms straightened as she grasped his ankles. She pulled her sucking mouth back until her lips again met his knob, and then she began to take in his upper shaft again. She slipped his pants first under one foot, then the other, and then tossed them aside. Her upper arms pressed in against the outsides of her swollen breasts, and she began to slide the backs of her hands up along the insides of his legs.
His thoughts blurred with pleasure as the tightening and loosening of her lips moved further and further along the column of his hardened flesh. Her hands moved higher and higher, easing up the insides of his thighs. He inhaled deeply as she touched his sac. Contractions of heat went through his balls. Her mouth was filled with him as she tightened and loosened it, her tongue stretching and curling. Her cheeks pulled in around him, his knob rubbing against the ribbed roof of her mouth.
She felt the sleek, pliable firmness of his cockhead turn atop her tongue and against her cheeks. With the heels of her hands held together, she cupped his heavily weighted sac in her palms while her joined thumbs stroked his root through the envelope of flesh, working up toward the base of his rod. Her hands shifted, raising his balls against her chin. Her fingertips followed his root back between his legs. She felt his hands cup the back of her head without pulling, his fingers snaring themselves in her hair. She sucked harder, drawing his knob down into her throat as she concentrated on controlling her breathing.
He groaned from deep in his chest as she began to draw her mouth back and forth, quickening her pace. His eyes screwed shut as his mouth opened. His body was bowed forward.
Blasts of volcanic heat went through him, and his equilibrium went. He strained to breathe. His body shook. He could feel the cum beginning to break free. She gripped his hips to keep him from stumbling back. She urged his spend from him, thrusting her mouth up and down his spasming prick. Her hands moved up, grasping his shirt, and the buttons popped.
His body burned with a fever as he twisted from the waist till the shirt pulled from his shoulders. It slid down his arms as she pulled. She clenched her fists in the cloth, pulling it against his tightened ass, pulling his loins closer to her face as she twisted her mouth around him, sucking and licking feverishly.
He cried out breathlessly, intense light blazing behind his eyelids. His cock jerked as the juices raged through him and into it. She pulled her mouth back until she held his upper shaft. One hand let go of the shirt. His body shook with the blaze of his climax, and his mind was filled with it. Ecstasy encased him like an ocean.
His come flowed out over her tongue, spurting like liquid wax from his jutting prick. He swayed, his satiation drawing the energy from him, and his legs buckled. He reached out and grasped the table to support himself. He let out a long, low sigh of bliss.
Holding her emptied champagne glass with one hand and his hip with the other, she eased her lips over the rim of his knob. He murmured as he felt the crystal against his flesh and looked down with blurred eyes as she let him slip free of her lips. Her beautiful face was flushed; her nostrils flared with her ragged breathing. The last of his spend seeped from him and into the glass.
She smiled up at him, her cheeks dimpling, and she turned the glass so that his cockhead slid over the rim, gently scraping the pearly juice from it. She moved the glass to her pouted lips. He watched her transfer his come from her mouth to the glass. The rubbery feeling began to leave his legs. She stood up slowly, using the rim of the glass to skim his thick brew from her tongue. He blinked at her, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth as she held the glass up to the light in order to inspect it with appraising eyes.
"Yes, an excellent vintage," she nodded like a wine connoisseur. "A very good year," she grinned at him as she set the glass on the table. They embraced one another tightly and kissed deeply, their mouths twisting together as their tongues probed lovingly.
"Going to start a cellar?" he asked breathlessly, nodding with a smile toward the glass.
"No," she smiled as she felt him opening her skirt. She rubbed her still-clothed body against his naked body. "No, I'll just save it for a little while. Then I can drink you twice off one come," she murmured as her skirt drifted to the floor. He slipped his hands under her panties to caress the rounded softness of her ass cheeks.
"Such a hungry lady," he smiled as he pushed the panties down with his wrists. His fingers shifted in the deep cleft of her fanny while his palms turned against the saucy jut of the cheeks.
"Yes," she whispered.
He moved the panties down to the tops of her thighs, and she felt his pubic hair against her abdomen, his cock against her damp slit. She pressed her hips hard against his, and they kissed again.
"Yes, you are," he laughed, pulling his mouth back with a grin. Then he dropped to one knee quickly as he pulled the panties down.
She lifted one foot and then the other as she kicked the furl of nylon aside. Her arms pressed against his back as their hips arched together. His hands spread wide to squeeze the plush pillows of her buttocks. Her nipples burned against the khaki of the shirt as she twisted her voluptuous chest against the hardness of his.
He lifted her into his arms and turned with her as they kissed again. The silkiness of her bare hip moved against his stomach as they moved across the room.
"Where are you taking me, sir?" she asked with a delighted laugh.
"I don't know," he admitted with a grin. "Which room appeals to you?"
"Let's see. We normally use the bedroom, and we've just done the living room," she said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "The front lawn?" she asked, and they both laughed. "No? Oh, you're so shy, you naked man."
"How about the kitchen?" he suggested, moving into the dining room. "Yes, of course, the appropriate place to eat your sweet cunny."
"Well, let us be appropriate then," she said as they moved into the kitchen. She nibbled at his chin as she slid her hands through his hair, her elbows atop his shoulders. "Sweet cunny, huh?" she murmured against his throat.
"Sweet as a dream," he smiled, and he lowered her to the kitchen table.
Her arms straightened as he lifted his head. Her hands caressed the sides of his face as he smiled down at her. He turned his face as he moved his eyes over her, and she grinned with pride as he let out a gasp of appreciation.
The green of her blouse contrasted with the warm glow of her olive complexion, with its light freckles and flecks of white gold down giving it a dusky brightness. Her shirt was pushed up to reveal her small, round navel. It was set deep in the firmness of her stomach. Her slender, in swept waist curved out to her hips, which lifted in padded nudges.
His eyes followed the line of her merging hips and the tops of her thighs. He stared at the triangle of auburn curls crowning her low-slung mound. Her long, shapely legs were spread, with her downy thighs atop the table and her calves hanging out over the sides. He felt his cock stiffening again as he took in the beauty of her body. "Truly good enough to eat," he smiled as he caressed her abdomen. He leaned forward as he slid his hand up beneath the shirt and over her stomach.
Her arms lifted, and she moved the insides of her arms against his ears. They kissed slowly, and her tush shifted against the table as he caressed the uptilted, wide based globes of her tits with one hand while unbuttoning the shirt with the other.
Their lips parted but their heavy-lidded eyes held. His forearm turned against the center of her stomach as he held the top of the shirt, his other hand freeing the top button. He looked down as he spread the shirt, drawing the green khaki away from her breasts. She arched her body, lifting her tits toward him. Then she smiled at his expression of arousal.
He drifted the edge of his hand over her stomach as he watched her breasts rise and fall. The pinkish-tan nubs of her nipples stood up hard from the soft, pale cocoa-tan discs of her aureolas.
She inhaled deeply, and her head pressed back against the table as he touched the tip of his tongue to the cratered tips of her nipples. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his opened lips touched the outsides of her aureolas. Then he began to reach for the burning points of her nipples. Her knees lifted, and she pulled her curled feet against the corners of the table. The tendons at the inner tops of her thighs stood out as her cunt clenched.
He clipped his lips tightly around the rigid nub of her nipple, sucking it against the moving tip of his tongue. He moved a hand over her other breast, squeezing the lush globe without touching the nipple, while his forearm caressed her taut belly. As his other hand caressed the side of her face, she turned her head and moaned softly, sucking his raised thumb into her mouth.
Her shoulders pressed back against the table, and her ass lifted a little, shifting from side to side as her hot nook tightened and loosened. She heard birds twittering outside the kitchen and leaves rustling in a breeze.
His face moved to her other breast, with his muscled chest sliding firmly across the breast he had left. Her still-damp nipple pulled against his warm flesh. His hand moved down, spreading wide to slowly caress her stomach. She could feel the cool air against the moistness of her furrow. She sucked harder on his thumb. His palm was against her cheek, and his fingers stroked her ear and hair. She groaned as he kissed her breast and licked her nipple. Contractions of liquid heat reverberated through her depths. Her clit pulsed deeply.
He shifted the heel of his hand against her abdomen, feeling the top of her muff and stroking the soft nudge of her hipbone with his fingertips. Then he pivoted his hand and touched the soft curlings in her muff. He could feel the heat radiating from her box as she trembled. She felt him slowly press the hair down against her swollen pubes, his fingers spread on either side of her quivering lips.
His fingers pulled up to either side of her cleave, slid back down, and began the sequence over again. He lifted his head. His lips held onto her nipple till they pulled upward to let it pop free. Her feet shoved against the corners of the table, her body lifting, and she arched her loins against his stroking hand, shoving her nook into his palm.
He looked down into her face. Her eyes were almost closed, her lips were parted. Then he kissed her. Their tongues stretched and stroked, their lips twisting together as they kissed feverishly. His one hand cupped the side of her head while the other continued to stroke her mound, shifting to just above the palpitating pearl of her clit.
Gripping his shoulders, she twisted her breasts against him as she licked at his tongue. The heel of his hand pressed down to shift her burning clit. His fingers pulled upward, just grazing her juice-dampened cunt lips. An orgasm flashed through her, and she moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her box spasmed against his hand, her hips rising further from the table.
After a shudder of ecstasy went through her, she sank back to the table with a little breathless moan. His lips moved over her face as he brushed her hair back from her forehead, and he caressed her tremoring loins a little slower. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a dazed smile as he lifted his head. Grinning, he touched a kiss to her lips and turned toward the succulent mound he was caressing.
"You want to ball now?" she asked, her voice drowsy.
"Not yet," he smiled, "unless you do."
"Oh, no," she grinned lazily. "Take all the time you want."
"There isn't that much time," he grinned back. His hand slipped from her face to her breasts as he moved toward the end of the table.
She lowered her leg, and he leaned down over it. Her hands moved through her hair, pushing it back. His hand lifted and his mouth replaced it. She gave a soft moan of anticipation and caressed the hand kneading her tit.
He moved his lips over the soft curlings of auburn hair and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her fragrance. His fingers continued to stroke the base of her mound as he kissed the rest of her loins. His lips touched the damp hair along her slit, and he sucked it, sending subtle tremblings into her nook. His hand tightened around her tit, and she squeezed the other, pinching at the nipple with forefinger and thumb. His hand turned; its edge curved against the underside of her cunt and pressed down against the full globes of her ass cheeks, his knuckles rubbing against the deep cleavage.
He moved his mouth along her tingling cunt lips, and her fingers indented the softness of her breast. His cheek slid up and down against her cleave as he kissed it, and his tongue began to flick over the damp burning. Her hips arched, and she rubbed herself against his cheek and chin.
His thumb stroked one side of her box while his fingers stroked the other. She trembled with pleasure as his tongue slid into the sweet dampness. His face turned, and his tongue went deeper, gliding up and down within her furrow. His hand left her tit and began to caress her tightened belly. Her free hand replaced his, and her elbows rubbed against the table as she squeezed and stroked both her breasts, her shoulders lifting as her face moved from side to side.
He buried his mouth within the succulent dampness of her splay, and her raised knee angled away as she spread wider. The hand that cupped her mound squeezed and caressed, and the other moved down against his face. He stroked the top of her cunny, moving her clit against his face. She groaned as the pulse of her clit quickened. Surges of heat went through her. His hands not only caressed, they also cupped the ripe fullness of her cunt to his supping mouth.
She gasped and half-raised up from the waist as an orgasm flared through her. His thumb slipped into the notch of her cleave. She groaned, feeling it slide over the throbbing heat of her clit. His tongue thrust and curled, gliding over the sleekness of her nook. His hand shifted beneath his face, and his thumb slid into the humid clutchings of her snatch. His fingers caressed the undersides of her ass cheeks as his center finger probed the deep cleavage.
Her shoulders were lifted with the crown of her head against the table as her flushed face lifted back. The cords of her throat stood out in relief. Her eyebrows were raised and her mouth was ajar with her ragged breathing. Her fingers dug into the firmness of her tits. His thumb pressed down just above her clit and began to oscillate, shifting her burning apex in a rhythmic pattern matched by his tongue.
His face turned within the volcanic bowl of her sex, and his finger stroked between the silken pillows of her tush. The tip of his index finger was now lubricated with her juices. She felt him press against her anus, and it opened to his finger. She groaned deeply as another orgasm seared through her body.
He drank deep, his face bathed with her juices. He rotated his thumb above her clit, sending vibrations through it. His other thumb stroked and thrust in the base of her slit. His forefinger burrowed deep into her rectum, the softness of her ass pressing against his other fingers. He felt drunk with her taste and scent. His cock was throbbing.
As he moved his face upward, his tongue met the base of her clit. She cried out and her body lifted as spasms of ecstasy went through her.
The steady movement of his thumb bobbed her clit against the easy undulations of his tongue, pinning her pearl in a rapturous current. Her face blurred as her head moved from side to side, the orgasms coming closer and closer. His thumb twisted and bobbed at the base of her slit, working through against the thin membrane separating it from the forefinger sliding and turning within her pulsating ass.
Her ass and cunt seemed to merge into a convulsing whole, her depths reverberating with orgasmic convulsions. Her clit's pulsing became faster and faster, the thunderous waves of joy rocketing. She shook against him, writhing atop the table. Then she cried out. Her thoughts blurred and froze. The pulse of her clit and the convulsions of her depths merged.
Her body lifted between her shoulders, tilting toward him as she came. Her hands clasped his head. Her mind and body were joined as she climaxed. The breath broke from her throat in a ragged cry of release, and the tension snapped, sending her into a sea of rapturous satiation.
She went limp on the table as he gradually eased the movements and pressure of his hands and mouth. He smiled down at her expression of bliss. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled, her body flushed.
"Going to take a minute for me to get my breath and be ready for that," she murmured as she looked at the hard thrust of his erect cock.
"I'm in no hurry. Remember?" He smiled as he sat on the edge of the table beside her, drifting his hand over her stomach.
"Oh, yeah, I did notice," she grinned.
"Wonder how your sister would react if she was already here," he mused, referring to Marla, his sister-in-law.
"With outrage or a dead faint," Gillian laughed. "Guess we'll have to save the kitchen table for regular eating while she's here for her visit," she said, curling her fingers around the rigid pole of his sex.
"It seems amazing that she ever had a kid," he said. As Gillian began to stroke him slowly, he rubbed his thumb over one of her erect nipples.
"Actually, we used to be a lot alike, but not since her husband dumped on her and deserted her and Gloria."
"Too bad there isn't somebody to loosen her up," he said, his eyes half-closing as she chafed his knob with her thumb.
"This big thing would loosen it up," she laughed.
"Yeah?" he smiled. "Haven't noticed you being loose."
"Different kinds of uptight," she smiled as he slid between her legs. "Hope the kids get along together," she whispered as she curled her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to cross her calves against the small of his back, guiding his tool into the juicy furl of her opened cunny.
Felice murmured, twisting her lush fanny back against Ted's abdomen. Jud and Gillian's son sipped air through pursed lips as the girl tightened and loosened her nook around his rod.
His eyes lidded as he glanced up at the trees and heard the sounds of people in the open areas of the park and pool.
CHAPTER TWO
Ted had become tired of playing pinball with his pals and had stopped by the park on his way home. Stripping off his shirt and shoes, he sat against a tree to take in a little sun and enjoy the sight of the girls in the pool through the high chain-link fence. The girls and women and their outfits provided a pleasing variation for casual visual pleasure.
He spotted Felice in the pool and had grown stiff in his pants as he watched her just as he had when seeing her at school. She was a senior while he was only a freshman, so they had little contact. But he was always delighted to spot her in the halls or after school. Though at first it had been a little embarrassing, due to the erections she inspired, he soon learned to enjoy the expressions of the girls who noticed them-especially those who smiled back.
There was a fluid lushness to Felice's body. She moved with the flowing grace of a ballerina; her legs were long and shapely. She pushed her short blonde hair back against her head, squeezing the water from it. The sunlight glinted from flecks of down at her temples. Her forehead was a smooth plane, and she had slender, dark-brown eyebrows, arches that angled up and out above heavy lids. Her golden-brown, guileless eyes were framed by dark lashes. Her nose was a smooth extension of her forehead's curve, the bridge narrowing from between her eyes as it slanted down to the blunted tip and furled nostrils. Her wide, high-set cheekbones curved to the corners of her mouth, which had a sensual, feline quality. The pouting fullness of her lower lip was a rosy pink above the pointed jut of her chin.
Ted felt his cock straining against his jeans as he watched her move, her head turning on the graceful column of her neck as she spoke to an older woman. Her torso was slender and long, her waist slim above high, cradling hips. His eyes moved down the sculpted flow of her back to the shallow of her spine and then out and down her hips to the triangular cleft of her fanny, which showed above her moist bikini bottoms. The bikini was a dark cocoa that stood out against the lighter cocoa of her flesh, the bottom part molding to the ovals of her deep-cleaved cheeks. He realized her tush was heart-shaped as his eyes followed the smooth, exposed undercurves to the small gap at the juncture of her thighs.
Felice turned around, waving back at the woman. The narrow, defined length of her belly twisted. The padded point of one hipbone was accented above her bikini and molded to the underslung arch of her cunny. Burnished-gold curls peeked out from beneath the bikini, thinning as they rose to cover the whole of her flat abdomen in a haze of damp gold that shimmered with the sunlight. Ted bit at his lower lip, his nostrils flaring as he stifled a moan of pleasure.
Felice walked almost directly toward him.
He watched the wide-set, rounded domes of her firm tits quiver deliciously beneath her bikini bra, her nipples outlined in it. Then she dove into the water and he lost sight of her.
Smiling to himself, he thought of the over-all image of her. He was now oblivious to the other girls and women. His eyes closing, he was starting to enjoy a daydream when he heard a sound. He realized it was a grunt of disapproval and looked up to see a woman frowning down at his crotch as she passed. His tool was tenting his jeans away from his thigh.
"That's nature," he shrugged with a grin, and the woman blinked with surprise, then rushed on with a blush.
Grinning, he slipped into a half-sleep as images of Felice filled his mind, along with sounds from the pool and the park.
"How're you doing, Ted?" he heard Felice ask. He frowned as he tried to figure out how that fit into his dream.
"Uh, fine," he blinked, seeing her standing before him. She had on soft pink, terry cloth shorts trimmed with white now in place of her bikini bottoms.
He was uncertain about what to say. It was unusual for a senior to know a freshman's name-especially rare when the senior was a girl as beautiful as Felice.
"Kind of surprised to see you here," he said. He wondered if he was mistaken in thinking she had glanced at his obvious erection as he stood up. "I mean...."
"That there aren't any high school boys here except for you-just grade-school types and moms? That's why I like it. I can swim and enjoy myself without having guys trying to impress me," she smiled. "That sounds egotistical, I guess, but-and why are you here?"
"Well, it's close to home. I was goofing around with the guys and got bored, so-" He shrugged, finding it hard to think as he stared up into the sultry, golden-brown eyes and trying not to look at her bikini-topped body.
"Some of the girls will be starting high school in the fall, and some of the mommas are pretty nice-looking, huh?" she smiled.
"I-yeah," he admitted, glancing down and finding his eyes on the rounded fullness of her breasts. "How come you know my name?" he asked, forcing his glance upward.
"I asked," she said simply. "I've noticed you around school."
"I-I hope I wasn't drooling or anything."
"No," she laughed. "No, you showed style. Let's walk, huh?" she said with a nod. He picked up his shirt and shoes. "And I heard some of the guys mention you."
"Guys?" he asked, confused.
"They were talking about you going out with pretty girls, but never saying anything about them," she said, looking ahead as they started across the deserted baseball field and toward the wooded area on the other side of it.
"Well, it's none of their business, is it?" he shrugged.
"Which is a rather mature attitude," she smiled. "Still, some of the girls aren't so silent. But word of mouth doesn't always work the same for men and women," she smiled, and he looked at her, puzzled. "They had some very complimentary things to say about you," she said with an ambiguous smile, "that you're not just interested in getting your own rocks off, and that you're very ... talented." She smiled again and he saw that she had been looking down at the imprint of his throbbing cock against his jeans. She looked up into his eyes as they neared the trees.
"Uh ... "he tried to begin, finding it difficult to concentrate as he looked at her, feeling his tool pulsating with heat. "Just getting my rocks off'd be like jerking off. And I can do that by myself."
"Yeah," she nodded, and they came to a stop. Then she turned toward him. "You know, it wasn't just your looking that I noticed around school. I also noticed this hard devil," she said as she slid her hand along the rise of his shaft. He inhaled sharply, his eyes lidding. "It's not unusual for a guy to get a boner for you every once in awhile, but I've never met anyone who always got hard just seeing me pass by. Very flattering," she whispered, and their lips were touching.
Her soft lips opened against his, nuzzling and shifting gently. He wondered if he was still sitting against the tree daydreaming. He felt the luxuriant press of her tits against his bare chest and the nudge of her hard nipples through the thin stuff of the bikini top. He slid his hands up her waist and over her back. Their hips arched together, and they murmured into one another's mouths as his rod and her nook rubbed firmly together.
Their tongues caressed, their mouths opening wider, and her hands gripped his shoulders. His fingers met the back string of her top, and he opened the bow. She leaned back from the waist, squirming her loins against the rigid pike of his sex. The bikini top slipped down from the upper slopes of her rounded tits.
Their mouths turned as their kisses grew more fierce. Then they parted, their breathing ragged. They looked at one another with sultry-lidded eyes and drunken smiles. He lowered his glance to the breasts that were almost as tanned as the rest of her, and he slipped the bikini top completely off. Her nipples were like rose-colored pearls, the soft discs of her aureolas the same damask color as her lips.
Moving from the waist, his head went down, and he touched his lips to the silky softness of her firm breasts. Her hands lifted, and her fingers slid through his hair. She groaned as he played with the rounded studs of her nipples between his lips and tongue. Next he moved his hands down the curve of her back to the waistband of her shorts. His joined fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the terrycloth pants and over the tops of her heart-shaped behind. He felt the bikini bottoms against his fingertips.
The two of them began to move slowly down to their knees in the grass. The sunlight coming through the trees lit them in patterns of light and dark. The sounds from the park and pool drifted on the breeze, just audibly, and the boughs of leaves above them shifted softly.
Ted's hands moved under her shorts to spread wide over the widening ovals of her ass cheeks. He pressed her tighter to him. She kissed at his ear, her tongue curling into it. His thoughts blurred as he sucked on her breasts. His hands moved around to her hips and up. She murmured against his ear as he began to draw his hand down into her shorts. The cloth pulled between the press of their bodies, stroking her tremoring mound. Then his hand drew into her slit as it pulled between her legs. She shivered with pleasure. His face lifted to hers, and their mouths rejoined. Their lips twisted as their tongues stretched and turned together.
They eased over onto their sides in the grass, the dappled sunlight gleaming on their tanned bodies and over the soft green of the grass. Their legs twined together, their hands caressing one another as the frenzy of their kissing began to ease. They rocked from side to side, their tongues flowing together.
Their lips drifted over one another's face. Her hands moved down his back to slide under his jeans. She kneaded his buttocks as she squeezed his thigh between hers and her box, her hip rubbing against his tool. His hands rose from under her shorts. He grasped the waistband to shift the terrycloth close to the even softer flesh of her cheeks, drawing it up against the underarch of her body and into her damp slit.
"Um, yeah," she murmured.
He smiled as he felt her hands move between them. She undid his belt and then the snap of his jeans. She eased back a little and slid her fingers down into his loosened pants. The pressure of the back of her wrist eased the zipper downward as her fingertips moved through the soft pubic curls till she touched the base of his swollen staff.
Ted's eyelids lowered as he inhaled deeply, molten fire going through his prod as Felice's fingertips stroked down along his rock-solid cock, squeezing between his taut flesh and the leg of his jeans. Her thumb brushed over his swollen balls, and he moaned. His fingers curled under the bottoms of her shorts, pulling the cloth tighter into her slit. His thumbs stroked down against the tops of her cheeks, pushing the waistband down. Her hand tightened against him, and her other hand began to push his jeans down. The back of her wrist slid past his balls, her hand stretched out against his shaft. The jeans moved down from his hips and ass, and her fingertips kneaded the plump bulb of his cockhead.
She bit at her lower lip as he shifted the now-soaked terrycloth within her clutching furrow. She turned his rod against his thigh and drew it up and free. Their lips brushed, and she leaned back so that she could look down between them to where her hand was wrapped around the thick length of his tool.
"Yeah. I've been wondering for months what this beauty looked like," she said, and wrapped her hands around his dick, one on top of the other. His upper shaft and knob were angled up toward her smiling face. "Yeah," she nodded, squeezing with both hands. Looking into his pleasure-flushed face, she said, "Stand up."
It took a moment for the words to filter through the fog curling within his brain. Then Ted shrugged with a smile. Felice's hands slid along his legs as he pushed up. Sitting up, she slid his jeans down and off. Unsteadily, he got to his feet, his equilibrium seesawing.
She moved her eyes up his spread, lightly muscled slender legs. Then her gaze held on the heavy sac of his balls. Gradually, she moved her eyes out and along the thick hose of his sex, which rose at a high angle. His balls and cock would have looked large on a full-grown man, but they looked immense in relation to his height and build. She grinned up into his smiling face.
"Next time I see you around school, this is how I'm going to see you," she said, moving her eyes up and down his body.
"Now for some equal time," he said, holding his hand out for her to take.
She was leaning back on her hands, her shoulders pushed up, her breasts raised to the sides, the full curves of her pectorals accented. Her belly's firm curve led his eyes down to her shorts. The terrycloth was still pulled up within her slit. Her knees were raised, and the tops of her thighs and the terrycloth framed the curves of her pubes with their covering of burnished-gold threadings. The supple contours of her ass's curves were pushed forward. Ted and Felice smiled. Their fingers gripped one another's hands, and he drew her up to stand before him. He took a step back to look at her. He nodded and beamed. His fingers slipped from hers as he stepped forward, and he went to one knee, his hands moving the shorts down from her full hips.
The sunlight gleamed in the gold curls covering Felice's abdomen as Ted drew the shorts down to the top of her slit. He looked up, and they both smiled. Very slowly, he began to work the drenched fabric from her cleave, and he watched her face shift as the cloth slipped against her cunt lips. Her eyes half-closed and her lips parted. The light glanced off the dampness of her slit and the filled-in Y of her pelt as the shorts eased off her buttocks.
He moved his eyes over her bared loins for several moments. The gold of her high growing bush reflected a haze of light around the damp pink of her furrow. He slipped the cloth from under each foot, and then he stood, taking her hand again as he stepped back. Both of them were naked now. He looked at her, his heart pounding as he drank in the sight. She blinked with momentary confusion as he went back to one knee. Then she gasped as his tongue thrust into the base of her cleave. He drew it upward, the edges pulling against her lips. He filled his mouth with her rich nectar, swallowing deeply as his tongue pressed against the top of her nook. Her body arched as his tongue slid up over her clit.
He stood, his body sliding up against hers, and she embraced him tightly as they kissed, pressing her tiny belly against the hard column of his sex and his stomach. His hands moved over her back and down over her ass cheeks. She squirmed her slit against the base of his rod and felt his balls against-the top of her inner thighs.
"You're even more beautiful than I thought," he whispered. And they kissed again.
She murmured into his mouth, tasting her flavor on his tongue. She gripped his ass cheeks in her hands, pulling his hips against hers as she twisted her belly against the hardness pinned between it and his stomach. Their lips parted, and she started to draw him down. But he shook his head.
She lifted an eyebrow; a smile of curiosity was on her lips. He moved back slowly, and the base of his dorsal vein left her slit. The soft hairs of her mound and abdomen shifted against his shaft as he moved. His knob pulled down against her stomach, velvet against silk. Then his cockhead was just touching her abdomen.
Still holding her hand, he turned her, and his eyes took in the outward flow of her ass from the small of her back. She looked back over her shoulder as he lifted his eyes from her heart-shaped tush. His hands went to her full hips. His knob pressed into the soft embrace of her ass's deep cleavage and then down as he angled his hips. She groaned softly as the thick trunk of his cock slid through the tight gap between the tops of her thighs. She looked down, fighting back dizziness, and watched his cock slide forward from between her legs as he moved up against her back. His hands moved up her waist, over her stomach, and then cupped her tits as he drew her shoulders back against his. She stared in fascination at the big prod jutting forth from the gold froth of her loins as if it were hers. He kissed her neck and the rim of her ear. She turned her face and he smiled.
She slid her hands along the long prod and caressed it. The outer heels of her hands brushed the insides of her upper thighs. Her legs pressed together, and the movement of his rod moved it against her flesh, up against the undercurve of her box. She watched his eyes cloud with pleasure.
"I sure have me a nice big cock," she smiled. Her voice was a whisper. She looked down at her hands wrapped around a portion of his shaft. "Yes, a beauty. Now what shall I do with it?"
She arched her body forward off the balls of her feet, and her thighs slid forward toward his knob, her hands easing away. She pressed the end of his tool upward, and his hands tightened around her tits as he felt his knob slide into the liquid heat of her nook. She eased back a little, curving his cock slightly as she remained on the balls of her feet. She groaned as he began to slide up into her.
His mouth opened against the side of her neck as he felt her cunny tighten and loosen around his upper shaft. Ted slid deeper. The edges of his hands pressed against the undersides of her tits, pushing them high on her chest. Felice began to ease her heels back down, and he went deeper. The underside of his shaft slid up below and behind the pulsing of her clit. Her eyes were shut, her hands fumbling at her spread slit. Then he was fully in her, his knob gliding over her cervix as her cunt lips clutched around the base of his shaft.
Her hips rocked from side to side as she savored the glutting fullness within her. One of his hands went down and drew one of hers up. With her eyes barely open, she looked back as he moved her hand over her shoulder. His tongue moved over her fingers, and he drew them into his mouth to suck the sweet mist of her cleave. She murmured as he sucked his mouth back while moving her hand forward. Then he placed her hand on her tit. His hand moved down beside her other hand, and they both caressed her cunny and the base of his shaft together.
Their hips shifted together as he moved his rod within her undulating nest. His hand reluctantly opened from her other breast and he held her side. His knees bent, and then he eased down to kneel in the grass as he held her body to his. The movement sent rippling of ecstasy through the fusion of their bodies. The light breeze cooled their fevered flesh and rustled the leaves above them. Sounds of gaiety drifted across the field. Ted's hand moved back to Felice's breast. Her hands went back to grip his hips. His other hand slid through the soft fur over her cunt and pressed her clit down against the thrusting movement of his cock. She groaned, her face lifting. Her lush ass twisted back against his hips and abdomen. His fingers spread her cunt on either side of his cock's base, and he stroked her wet lips as he rolled his heel against the top of her cleave. Her cunny tightened and loosened around the throbbing of his tool, while her hips began to arch back and forth as she stroked him.
Their bodies swayed off their knees. Their thighs tensed as he thrust his hips forward and she rocked hers back and forth. She shoved her chest forward, twisting her breast into his hand. The rich pillows of her ass tightened and loosened against his abdomen, caressing it with its silky softness.
She cried out, an orgasm sparking from the movements of his hand and his cock, her clit sending a shower of orgasmic brightness through her.
She gasped, losing her balance, and her hands clutched at his hips without grasping them. Her body leaned forward from the waist. Only his hold on her tit kept her from falling. He leaned forward, his own head spinning as her box's contractions stoked the fires in his groin.
She started to reach out for the ground, but he was sitting back and taking her with him. Her back pressed against him again. His calves and hers slid out; both of them were sitting with their legs spread wide. He leaned back, and she stretched out atop him.
His hips thrust up against her, his cock shifting deep within her as he continued to stroke her clit. Her heels dug into the ground between his spread calves and pulled up toward their twisting loins. Her knees rose. She gripped the ground beside them as she writhed atop him. Her feet were between his thighs, and she pressed down, lifted her hips, and drew up a little from his twisting prod.
The contours of her belly stood out as she pushed her hips higher, pressing off her feet and shoulders. She dropped slowly back and rose again. He groaned. Her cunt slid up and down around his jamming cock. Ted's hand slid against Felice's nectar-slickened furrow as he worked her pearl against his now rising and falling shaft. They rocked from side to side, her shoulders twisting against his chest as he kneaded her swollen tit. His thumb and forefinger crimped her burning nipple.
Felice's body rose and remained there as an orgasm rocketed through her. She trembled, her fingers digging into the ground. Her mouth stretched wide, her breath halted, and her flushed face moved from side to side as her eyes screwed shut. She cried out in a hoarse, breathless cry that worked free of her constricted throat.
Spasms went through her cunt, twisting and bucking it around his steadily thrusting tool. Her depths expanded and contracted with volcanic waves of rapture. Her clit sparked and flared against his pistoning rod, which was now thoroughly drenched with her juices. So were his stroking fingers.
Ted's bunched shoulders rubbed against the grass. His heels dug into the ground as he thrust up and down within Felice's wrenching nook. The sunlight suddenly seemed to burn his flesh. Blood buzzed in his ears; his lips pulled back from his teeth. Her hips remained raised and her body shook; her tensed muscles quivered and her cunny clenched around his tool.
Expansions and contractions flashed through Felice's depths, and she went limp, half-sliding off Ted as she sank back atop him.
Gradually, Ted's head began to clear. The throbbing of his prod began to ease, easing back from the boiling point. His hand continued to gently shift against her nook, his hips rocking. His shaft continued to move gently within Felice's still-quivering nest. He caressed her face with his other hand as they caught their breaths.
"Certainly is a nice park, isn't it?" she smiled.
"A great recreation program," he grinned, and he grasped her sides.
"Whew," she laughed as he helped her sit up on the saddle of his hips. She felt his cock go even deeper.
He held her waist as she began to turn, pivoting on the rigid skewer of his flesh. Her fanny pulled over his abdomen and stomach and then over his hip. She kept her box clenched tightly as she turned it around his engorged tool. With her knees against his sides, she reached forward to caress his chest, and she smiled at him.
"My, what a big smile," she said. "Almost as big as mine, I'll bet."
"Me? Grinning?" he asked. "Why, I'm just sitting under a tree after getting a boner for Felice. Now I'm having a fantastic dream."
"Yeah?" she laughed, leaning down to kiss him.
"Yeah! And don't wake me," he said. Their lips brushed.
"If you ball like this in your sleep, I don't know if I could keep up with you awake," she whispered as he caressed her breasts, rubbing her nipples against his chest.
"You keep up with me?" he laughed, and he arched his hips, thrusting his rod deeper within her.
"Oh!" she said, her eyes closing as her lips parted. "You're very much awake."
Felice's body curved forward, and she spread her caressing hands against Ted's chest as she began to rotate her hips, moving off her knees. His hands curved and turned over her rising and falling breasts. Ted thrust rhythmically with his hips, rising and falling within the tight turnings of Felice's nook.
Thrust back, her lush ass began to rise and fall as she continued to turn her hips. His hands tightened around the rounded fullness of her tits as her cleave rose and fell, turning around his throbbing length. The muscles of his stomach stood out as he thrust with his hips, bobbing into the hot suction of her underbelly. Her back curved as her shoulders went back, and her head lifted.
Felice gripped Ted's sides. Her features tensed as the contractions and expansions resumed within her depths. Their sounds of arousal blending, their bodies thrust and writhed in the sun-dappled glade.
Ted's hand moved to her wrists, and he guided Felice's hands to the golden fur of her loins, touching her fingertips to the notch of her slit. She murmured, a drunken grin curling the corners of her feline mouth. His hands went to her hips to balance her as she began to stroke her clit against the base of his cock.
Her eyes were shut tight, the sunlight seeming to flood through her lids as the openings and clutchings of her recesses deepened beyond those of her first climax. His hips bucked, and her body whipped back and forth, her hips riding hard. All sense of equilibrium was gone. Only the hold of his hands kept her from feeling that she was falling. Her hands pressed her swollen pubes around his cock; her thumbs burnished her blazing clit against the moving hardness of his shaft.
Blasts of electric heat went up Ted's spine. Rapture radiated from his groin as his rod rose and fell within the wrenching heat of Felice's nook. Amid the blur of his thoughts, he suddenly had an image of the woman who had disapproved of his erection earlier walking by now. He grinned, and his hands tightened around Felice's writhing hips, his thumbs sliding through the golden fur.
Ted's teeth clenched and his eyes screwed shut. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His come was straining for release. Spasms started to work up from his root toward his cock.
They groaned together. Ted's cock jabbed wildly. The spend gushed through his body and his rod. His body lifted high, shaking her. Felice cried out, feeling his tool jump within her. Their minds were flooded with brightness that burned away all other thoughts. His come blasted into her roiling depths. They clutched one another as quakes shook them. Then ecstasy spread over them, and they murmured with fulfillment.
Felice's knees slid back and she sank forward, half-atop Ted as they embraced. Their legs curled together, his softening rod still within her cunny. They kissed one another's face, their hands moving all over in soothing caresses.
"I think I'm going to be one of those girls who brags on you," she smiled. "Too good to be quiet about," she added, tightening her box lovingly around his cock.
"Hell, I'm going to be tempted to brag-period," he smiled. "Sure a lucky guy."
"Of course, if I add my vote, it'll probably get to where I have to make appointments ahead," she whispered in his ear, her tongue curling over it.
"Never," he assured her. "Anytime you want."
-"Um, right now," she grinned broadly, feeling him stiffening within her.
Their embrace tightened as they kissed, and they rolled over. His chest pressed down against the plump ripeness of her tits. Ted's toes curled against the grass, and the shallows between his buttocks and hips deepened as he began to rock back and forth. The base of his tool pressed against Felice's clit, then eased back and pressed again. She twisted her hard nipples against his chest, the corners of her mouth curling as he moved slow kisses over her face. His staff rocked within her nest, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her mouth opened....
... and she moaned softly, her clit pulsing. As the water splashed over Gloria's petite body, her fingers slid in the wet pink of her slit, her hand clutching the plump rise of her cunny with its V of downy sorrel hair.
Ted's cousin, the same age as he, pressed the high, rounded points of her shoulders against the walls of the shower. The crown of her head twisted in the corner and her innocent face was raised to the cooling water, as were her petite, wide-set teardrop shaped tits. The cup-tipped pegs of her nipples stood out long and hard from the russet of her aureolas. She pressed her teeth into the jutting pout of her lower lip as she tried to keep from crying out with pleasure, not wanting to alert her mother, who was Gillian's sister.
CHAPTER THREE
Her long, hazel hair clung in rippling streams to her shoulders, which seemed a trace wide due to the slenderness of her long, graceful neck and torso. She squirmed her full ass against the tiles as her fingers slid over the sleek kernel of her clit. Gloria's ears filled with a roaring, and her knees kept trying to buckle. Beads of water gleamed upon the dusky, creamy bronze of her tanned flesh.
She had intended just to take a shower, but the frustration had been too much. Marla, her mother, had told her that she could not spend the evening with a boy. It was the last before they were to vacation. Gloria didn't know why she had asked. Marla would not let her date, even refused to let her hang around boys. Her wardrobe also did nothing to encourage boys' interest. Gloria understood why her mother was reluctant to let her start dating. But she did not understand why she had to be included in Marla's paranoia, even though she realized it was meant to be protective.
Thinking of her lack of contact with boys and her unappealing clothing, she thought of the heroine of the film Carrie, and she smiled. The scene that came to mind was the one where Carrie was showering before her first period. Gloria remembered the misty soft feeling Carrie had as she slowly caressed herself, and Gloria pictured herself in a gym shower also. Still, her life at the moment was very low-keyed; nobody bullied her, and she bore no resemblance to Sissy Spacek except for the similarity of her teardrop shaped breasts and the length of her nipples. Which wasn't bad, she observed with a grin, her body buoyed by the rising waves of joy filling her.
Gloria wished her mother would start seeing men, not just because it would benefit her indirectly, but for Marla's own good. Then these thoughts were swept away as her nook shook against her hands and her hips arched forward. Gloria's clit flashed with intense heat, and she let the water run into her mouth as she groaned. Her heels twisted against the shower mat. Her body bowed forward as she came, her large, dark brown eyes opening wide and her jaw trembling. A long, low moan slipped from her lips as rapture saturated her body.
Her back slid down against the shower walls, and she sat down limply. The water played over her spread thighs as her hands lay beside them. A mellow smile dimpled her cheeks lightly, and she took a deep breath. She felt much better.
In the kitchen, Marla was preparing a salad. She had an air of Renaissance, and a sultriness that her plain hair style did no more to hide than her plain clothing hid the curves of her lush body. She regretted having denied Gloria's desire to see a boy, as she had regretted refusing her before. But every time the subject of boys came up, she seemed to blank out, putting up a wall against logic and feelings-just as she did with men for herself. She had been asked out many times, but she always found herself saying no. She told herself it was like being thrown from a horse, and that she had to get back on. But as the time passed, it became more and more difficult. It seemed easier to say no, the sensible way to protect herself and Gloria.
Marla looked at her reflection in the window over the sink. Her chestnut hair was tied back, accenting her high, defined cheekbones. Her dark mahogany eyes were brightly liquid and large beneath golden brown eyebrows and dark lashes. A slightly wide mouth seemed poised between a smile and a sneer. Even without makeup, Marla was stunning.
Frowning, she looked down and turned her thoughts to her and Gloria's vacation trip. She was looking forward to seeing her sister again, but she recalled the arousal and desire that was always evident between Gillian and Jud. Marla found herself tensing up at the thought. She asked herself if it wasn't just envy she was feeling. But she did not have an answer. She found herself wondering about their possible influence on Gloria, and she slammed the knife down.
Steadying her breathing, Marla told herself she would not indulge in this neurotic line of thought. She heard Gloria getting dressed and was relieved to know that she would soon be talking with her. Despite herself, she wondered about Gloria being under the same roof with a boy like Ted, who was....
... enjoying adolescence more than he ever thought he could. Meeting Felice and balling with her had gone beyond his wildest expectations. He could have stayed in the park all night with her, but she had had to be home early. Leaving the trees with their arms around one another, they had made plans to get together through the summer. Felice's plans and the fact that Ted's aunt and cousin would be visiting for the next two days were taken into account. He had been pleasantly surprised when it became clear Felice did not want to restrict their screwing to the summer or keep it a secret from other girls she knew.
Wearing a blissful smile, he let himself into the house and looked around. The light was on in the kitchen, and a lamp was on in the living room, but there was no sign of his parents, and the house was silent. Ted smiled, realizing that they had taken advantage of having the house to themselves today.
He got a bottle of soda water from the kitchen, humming to himself, and went back into the living room to check out what was on television. A champagne glass was on the table next to it, and he looked at it with momentary confusion as he tried to figure out what was in it. When he realized it was cum, he lifted the glass with a grin.
"From hence I sprang," he chuckled to himself as he held the glass up to the light, realizing it was Jud's spend.
"That's right," Gillian said, and he spun around, startled.
Not having heard him come in, she had not bothered with putting something on before coming down to get a snack for herself and Jud. She had started to slip back out of the room, but when he lifted the glass, she stopped. Gillian remembered joking about someday making love with him and noting how she found him attractive, how he seemed as well-hung as Jud, and wondering if his cock looked like Jud's since it had been some time since she had had a prolonged view of it. Her eyes lowered from the champagne glass to the bulge against the leg of his jeans.
Ted stared at his mother speechlessly. He glanced at the glass and set it down. Gillian smiled and he smiled back, relaxing as he realized she was not angry. As she started across the room, he found his eyes focusing on the uptilted, wide-based globes of her breasts as they quivered succulently. His mouth felt dry; heat spread through his body, centering in his groin. Ted forced his gaze upward, and he saw a trace of a smile on her lips and in her light-green eyes. His mother stopped right in front of him, the stiff nubs of her nipples almost touching him. Their eyes held for a long moment. There seemed to be a humming sound in the room.
"My highball," she said softly, and they both smiled as she lifted the glass.
Her eyes held his as she lifted the glass to her lips. He watched as the juice slowly shifted and slipped between her lips. Her tongue touched the glass and skimmed the thick brew from it. Gillian swallowed and sucked the taste from her tongue. Putting the glass down, she saw that her son's prod was now hard against his jeans. His eyes followed hers down.
"Still-still thirsty?" he asked, his throat tight, the blood pounding in his head.
"Thirsty?" she asked softly. Her tongue brushed over her lips in a slow caress. "In a manner of speaking," she told him, her breasts rising and falling. "I always liked that shirt. I bought it as much for myself as for you," she murmured. Her fingers slipped the top button open.
"Like it back?" he smiled up into her face.
"Do you think I should put something on?" she asked, opening the second button.
"No," he shook his head. He felt the backs of her fingers move against his chest. "No, not at all."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that," she said as she opened the shirt further. "What would you like?"
"Oh, whatever takes your fancy," he said tightly as she drew the shirt open.
"A great number of things take my fancy," she said in a soft, throaty voice. Her breasts touched against his collarbone as she moved a little closer.
"Any preferences?" he asked, the contact of her soft breasts increasing the feverish heat of his flesh. The shirt drifted to the floor as Gillian began to unbuckle his belt.
"Oh, let me see," she said thoughtfully as she began to unzip his pants. "Yes," she nodded as she saw the light curls of his pubic hair and the thick base of his cock.
Ted inhaled sharply, his eyes closing as his mother's hands slid down into his jeans and over his engorged staff. She lifted it up from his pants, her hands stretching along his rod as she looked down at it and at his knob.
"Here's a clue," she smiled. Ted looked down through blurred eyes to see dried come on his knob.
"I-" he fumbled, then blushed.
"You both enjoy yourselves?" Gillian asked her son as she gripped his rigid length. He nodded. "Good. You know, if I wasn't sure you'd been with girls before, I wouldn't be here with you," she told him. Again she looked at the crust of his spend on his bulbous cockhead. "Since it's there," she said, and she knelt down before him.
Swaying, Ted watched his mother hold his knob to her mouth. His hands tightened as her tongue stretched out. She slowly ran her tongue over his dick. Liquid fire rushed through him as she licked its head, and his cum boiled inside him. She sucked the plump bulb into her mouth and tasted it lovingly.
"Um," she murmured as she leaned back, letting it pop free of her mouth, and she licked her lips. "Very tasty. A little familiar, the taste, but...." She smiled and lowered his jeans. "What'd you and the girl do?" she asked as she helped him out of his pants.
"We balled. Me behind her, her on top, and me on top," he shrugged.
"All in the cunt then?" she said, her hands returning to his cock as she sat back a little.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Want to try it in the ass?" he asked uncertainly.
"Okay," she nodded with a smile, and she turned around, presenting him with her full, rounded ass.
It took Ted a moment to realize what was happening. Then he knelt behind his mother, his hands tentatively moving to her high hips that widened downwards. Light glinted from the flecks of almost-invisible down on her ass cheeks. He moved his hands up with the inward sweep of her slender waist and then back, his fingertips following the shallows to the sides of her stomach. Then he held the tops of her hips.
Gillian smiled, pleased to have found her son's cock almost a twin of his father's in both appearance and size. She wondered if Jud's had been as big at Ted's age, or if the boy would continue to grow. At that thought, she grinned, thinking that taking his cock into her now might be wise since she might not be able to manage it later.
Ted recalled being aware of his mother's beauty over the last several years and his uncertain reactions when seeing her partially dressed or in her bikini. He remembered her top dropping from her lush tits once as she got out of the pool and how she had grinned casually at his staring.
Her hands rested on the carpet as she waited, anticipation making Gillian's heart beat faster. He moved one hand over her taut buttocks and down to the base of her damp mound. He felt the softness of the auburn curls as he cupped her low-slung cunt, her position presenting almost all of it to him. She murmured as he squeezed the luxuriant pubes, and her face lifted as his fingers slid into the pastel pink of her cleave. A shiver went through her body and her back arched. His fingers turned and slid, caressing upward. Her eyes were shut; the muscles in her lids tensed. His joined fingers turned as they moved higher, and he leaned forward from the waist, the back of his forearm stroking the top of her thigh.
Gillian vaguely realized that Ted's hand was small and thus able to move deep inside with ease. His fingertips flowed over the curved rise of her cervix. The back of his wrist shifted against the top of her slit, sending tremors through her clit. Her box tightened and loosened around his wrist, and she gasped as a small, exquisite orgasm surged through her.
He felt her nook tighten and loosen around his hand. Her hips thrust back, and he smiled. Ted heard his mother's breathing begin to steady, and he eased his hand out. She groaned as it came out, and she glanced back over her shoulder. Their eyes met. The lamplight shimmered on his damp hand, and she watched as he put his fingers, one by one, into his mouth to suck Gillian's juices from them. A quiver went through her, and her toes curled back against the balls of her feet.
"Delicious," Ted said, and she blinked with surprise as he stood up.
She pushed her head up, her arms straightening, and she looked at him as he stood before her, his legs spread. He moved his palm along his engorged length, and then the back of his hand, moistening it with her lubrication. Ted knelt down, and his rod was before his mother's mouth, the light gleaming off it from the coating of her secretions.
"See if you don't think so," he said, barely audible.
Her lips parted, and her long tongue stretched out to slide along the side of his shaft, licking her taste from his bone. Ted inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. His fingers slid through the auburn and honey waves of his mother's hair. She turned her head, his shaft brushing her cheeks as she moved her tongue over the circumference of his staff. His eyes closed as his rod shifted up and down and sideways. Gillian's tongue stroked the taut flesh.
She eased back, and her lips touched the crown of his cock. She kissed it and drew it into her mouth. Her tongue flowed over the bulb, her lips slipping over the rim. As she sucked on it, her cheeks drew in. Ted's hands tightened against Gillian's head. The suction eased, and her mouth began to move down along his cock's thick trunk. Her lips nuzzled the throbbing pike, her tongue stroking his dorsal vein.
Gillian's lips moved down and up, down and up, until her mouth was filled with her son's cock. He was murmuring from deep in his chest, his head lolling from side to side. Her cheeks pulled in, the roof of her mouth and her tongue tightening the pressure, which she then eased only to tighten it again. Moving back and forth off, she drew her sucking mouth toward his knob and then slid it further down, taking more of his rod into her mouth. His knob bobbed in her throat. Her breath flowed over the dampened heat of it.
Ted forced his eyes open and looked down as his mother's body rocked back and forth, back and forth, her lips sliding further and further down his shaft. He stroked her soft hair, his blurred eyes on the movements of her full hips and lush ass. Then he lost the focus of his eyes. Blood was roaring in his ears. His knob went deeper and deeper into her throat. Her lips stretched in an O around his prod. Her mouth tightened and loosened as her lips slid tightly up and down his length. Her lithe body rocked back and forth, back and forth. The throbbing in Ted's tool was now a thunderous roar, and his breath caught as his mouth widened. His hands clutched Gillian's head. He fought to hold his come back, but it burst free. His rod began to jump in the grip of her sliding mouth.
Her cunny tightened and loosened and her clit pulsed. His prod jerked in her mouth and throat, his knob jabbing all the way back. Gillian pushed back off her hands and knees. Ted's cockhead slid over her tongue as she continued to suck. She moved back and forth, his knob moving against the roof of her mouth. A groan caught in his throat, and he shook with ecstasy as his spend spewed through his shaft, hosing into her mouth to drench her throat.
He swayed drunkenly on his knees as she continued to suck, filling her mouth with his taste. His breath was ragged as he sat back. Squinting, he saw his mother smile as she licked her lips.
"Not bad. But I liked your taste better than mine," she said in a husky whisper as she smiled.
"Yeah?" he said breathlessly, and he leaned forward.
Their lips met, and his tongue flowed into his mother's mouth. She lifted one hand to his shoulder, and his hands cupped her breasts. She shifted the burning nubs against his palms. Their tongues moved back and forth, caressing one another.
"I like yours better," he smiled. Ted sat back, catching his breath, and Gillian looked down at his still-thick tool. She moved one hand up his thigh and she stroked his dick, the heel of her hand soothing his heavy balls. She blinked as he began to stiffen.
"Ah, the powers of youth!" She smiled with pleasure and watched his member stiffen in her hand, lengthening beyond her grasp.
As he raised back up onto his knees, Gillian gave her son's prod a tight squeeze before releasing it. He stood up on not-quite-steady legs, and she turned her head to watch as he moved behind her to kneel between her spread legs.
He grasped her hips and leaned forward, sliding his cock into her juicy splay. Gillian's hands gripped the pile of the carpet and her head lifted as Ted began to slide his long tool up into her. Her face tightened and flushed, her head lowered. His rod slid behind her pearl, accelerating its pulsations. She bit at her lower lip, and then his knob touched where his fingertips had caressed her before, his thickness filling her. She started to inhale deeply so as to steady her breathing. Then he was sliding out, and her breath caught.
Ted murmured as his mother's cunt tightened and loosened around him while he drew back from the wet sheath of her sex. His cockhead popped free, and the air was cool on his lubricated rod. He arched his hips, raising the angle of his prod. His hands had spread over her ass cheeks, and his thumbs pressed to either side of her anus. His thumbs pulled outward, and her cleavage opened from the pink, down-encircled bud of her nether lips. His damp knob pressed against the pursed opening, and it expanded around his bulb.
"Oh, fuckin' yes," Gillian groaned softly as she felt Ted's thickness begin to work into her clenching rectum.
Her hands slid toward one another, her upper arms forcing her swollen tits against each other. Her shoulders shifted as she squeezed her breasts together, her face lifting as her son bobbed and twisted his big dong higher and higher into her ass.
The tight heat encasing his rod sent waves of energy down Ted's shaft and outward from his groin. He gripped his mother's hips tighter. Easing back, he then pressed deeper. Fire went through him, and then his hips were against her buttocks, his shaft fully inside her ass. Gillian's arms bent as she gasped. Her head lowered to the floor, and her hair spilled around her face as she shivered with rapture.
Ted twisted his hips against the silky pillows of his mother's behind, churning his thick length within the clutching grip of her rectum. His flesh was feverish, his mind spinning. He moved steadily, thrusting within her as he shifted his tool from side to side. His lips pulled back from his teeth, his eyes squinted. His hands tightened on her hips as she thrust them back against him, twisting her fanny around the base of his rod.
As her mouth spread against the back of her hand, her elbows slid in toward her sides and her nipples chafed against the carpet. Billows of heat went through Gillian's bowels as Ted's cock moved steadily within her ass. Her hands slid down. She clutched her swollen breasts, squeezing them, and twisting her erect nipples against the soft carpet. Her cheek shifted against the softness, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth spread wide to the gaspings of her breath.
Convulsions went through her depths. Orgasms shook her. Her ass pulled and wrenched at her son's throbbing prod. He leaned forward, and his hands slid around her hips, down to her low-slung mound. Gillian moaned as Ted's fingers slid through her triangle of auburn curls. She jerked with an orgasm as his fingers slid into her drenched cleave. He stroked her quivering cunt lips, and his fingers went up into her. He felt his fingers against the underside of his shaft through the thin membrane inside separating them from it. His hand stroked her pulsing pearl, and her face lifted from the carpet. Her tits shoved down into her spread hands.
Gillian felt Ted's chest against her back and his opened mouth against the back of her neck as he bit lightly. His forearms rubbed against her tightened belly as his hands moved over and within her nook. The expansions and contractions of her underbelly merged with those of her bowels. The mounting waves of pleasure overpowered her. She groaned, twisting back and up against her son as he thrust and twisted his tool, and stroked and caressed with his hands, merging her ass and cunt into one volcanic mass.
Orgasms rocketed throughout Gillian's body and it twisted and jumped against Ted. The tight pulling of her ass were drawing his spend loose. As his arms squeezed her tighter, his face contorted with arousal. Her mouth opened to a cry, but there was no air in her lungs to give it voice. Her face was flushed; the veins in her throat stood out. Her fingers indented the ripe globes of her tits, twisting them against her chest. Lava-like heat showered through her, and her body bucked against Ted as she climaxed, her ass jerking his juices free. His face lifted, and he let out a hoarse groan as his feverish body shook. His come rushed through him and blasted up into her depths, his every nerve-ending consumed with electric heat.
They trembled tensely as they reached their culmination. Then her head dropped back to the carpet, Gillian's hands unclenching from her tits. Ted's hands dropped to the floor on either side of her, his rod twitching within her as the last of his jizm spurted out. They were both gasping for breath.
"Ah, you're home, Ted." Ted heard a man's voice. Gradually, his thinking straightened out enough for him to realize it was his father.
"Uh, yeah," Ted said, unable to think of anything else. He raised up onto his knees, seeing his father standing nude in the doorway.
"I got to wondering if you'd been waylaid in the kitchen," Jud said as he moved toward them. Gillian raised herself up onto her arms.
"Well, laid on the way anyway," she grinned.
"Always good to see a family enjoying itself." Jud smiled, and Ted smiled with relief.
"Did you know Ted's cock is like a twin of yours?" Gillian said as she watched Jud's thickened rod swing from side to side as he walked.
"Like father, like son," Jud laughed.
"Yeah, he sure is." She grinned back over her shoulder at Ted and tightened her ass around him as she felt his rod begin to twitch back to life.
"Like a twin, huh?" Jud mused. "Which is to say, like bookends."
"Or like two pieces of bread?" she smiled, her voice sultry as she began to straighten up but remaining on her knees. Ted looked from his father to his mother, curious. "But don't hold the mayo," she laughed, her back pressing against Ted's shoulders.
"Mayo and a lot of relish," Jud grinned, stopping in front of her.
She slid her hands up along his strong legs to grasp his hips, and she drew his stiffening cock into her mouth for a slow, sucking kiss. His head just behind hers and to the side, Ted stared with fascination as he watched his mother stroke his father's balls while sucking his now-rigid tool. She moved her head back, and the damp dick stood out hard from Jud's groin. Looking over her shoulder, Ted saw his father's cock was indeed a twin to his own tool.
Jud knelt before his wife and her hands caressed his loins. As he touched his lips to hers, she grasped the rod that was the match of the one filling her ass, and she began to guide it toward the pulsing dampness of her cleave.
Jud slid his knees forward, and brought his hips up. His knob slid into the hot yield of Gillian's cunt, and she tremored with anticipation. Grasping her waist, he continued to lift his hips, and his shaft began to move up into her channel.
Ted felt his father's cock's movement through the thin membrane separating the undersides of their shafts. Jud slid higher, moving in short, pumping strokes. Gillian clutched his shoulders, her tits flattening out against his chest as she felt herself being gorged with her husband's and son's matching prods. The top of Jud's pole moved up behind her throbbing clit as she held the both of them within her quaking depths.
Gillian swayed drunkenly between the press of the two men's bodies, her cunt spasming around Jud's rod as her ass clutched and relaxed around Ted's.
Ted gripped her waist, thrusting within the broiling tightness of his mother's rectum, feeling his prod and his father's moving as one, sliding tightly against one another through the membrane. His hips thrust against the lushness of Gillian's ass. His body was feverish. He kissed her shoulders and neck, his chest rubbing against her back, and moved his hands up to cup the outsides of her tits. She groaned as he squeezed the swollen globes, twisting them against Jud's chest. Her inflamed nipples rubbed against his flesh.
Jud's hips rocked from side to side as he thrust his throbbing tool deep within Gillian's spasming nook. The liquid heat pulled at him like quicksand. His tongue flashed with hers, their lips burning against one another's. He felt Ted's rod moving with his, and he pulled back. Gillian groaned. Ted pulled back, and Jed thrust his cock high. Then the two began to move their pricks in counterpoint, working against one another rhythmically.
Gillian twisted between them, the alternating thrusts of their hard lengths sending quickening flashes of orgasmic energy through her. Her pearly clit blazed against the movements of her husband's sex; her sphincter muscles contracted and expanded around her son's. Her mouth pulled free of Jud's as she cried out hoarsely. The orgasms ricocheted through her and sent vibrations throughout her body that left her shaking. Their cocks rose and fell, rose and, fell, her bowels and cunt melting together, their cocks becoming one enormously thick, long vector sending riptide seizures through her. Gillian's control was gone. Her brain was engulfed in overpowering ecstasy. The two men held her firmly between them. Jud murmured as Gillian's tits rubbed over his chest. Her cunt sucked at him as his rod and his son's began to move together again, rising and falling in the lava hotness of his wife's depths.
Ted groaned, the hot tightness of his mother's ass yanked at him and pulled at his sanity, urging his spend to break free. His heart pounded against her back. His equilibrium seesawed. Their pleasure blended together, their gasping breaths became synchronized.
Gillian's orgasms had joined into a vortex that spun her faster and faster. The contractions and expansions of her bowels and underbelly fused into a blurring. She cried out, her body convulsing between her husband and son. Her hips bucked, her ass pulled hard around Ted's thick length while her cunny churned around Jud's matching tool.
Ted and Jud groaned, feeling their spend being yanked free, the throbbings in their groins becoming deep reverberations that bent them back with lifted faces. Their hips jumped against Gillian. Their cocks jerked within her roiling depths. She cried out again, her flushed face wild as she felt their shafts jump together and against one another within her.
Ted and Jud's pricks jerked, their jizm gushing through the thick hoses to spew up into the solar heat of Gillian's body. As their groans trailed off, the air gone from their lungs, they clutched one another for support. All three swayed together. Gillian's ass and cunt continued to tighten and loosen, but the intensity receded as she drifted in the aftermath of her climax. Father and son's breathing began to soften, and the last of their juices spurted up into her, their lengths making their ultimate, deep-felt twitches together.
Slowly, the three eased down to the floor. They lay silently for a while, unable to speak. Their hands drifted over one another soothingly, Gillian uncertain whether their pricks had softened within her or not.
"I can't help but wonder how Marla is going to fit in here," Gillian murmured.
"Well, there's always your mouth," Jud grinned. "Sure ain't any room down here," he added, moving his tool in her drenched nook.
"That's for sure," she laughed.
"How'd she get to be your sister anyway?" Ted asked, feeling Jud's movement through the membrane and realizing he was beginning to stiffen again.
"Actually, the question is how'd she stop being recognizably my sister," she mused. Gillian's eyes widened as she felt Ted hardening inside her. "But that'll wait till tomorrow when she and Gloria get here. Right now, let's get you washed up, young man, and see about putting that some place new." She smiled over her shoulder, her rectum squeezing his dick's length.
"Okay," he nodded with a smile, and began to slide out before becoming fully erect once again.
Gillian gurgled with pleasure as Ted withdrew from her ass and Jud slid free of her cunt. Ted stood up unsteadily and helped his mother up. Jud rolled onto his back with his head resting in his hands. He smiled as his wife and son moved across the room, their arms around one another more for support than anything else.
"Don't forget to wash behind his ears," Jud called out. The three of them laughed.
It was still early, and they had plenty of time to fully enjoy all the possible variations before the arrival of Marla and Gloria. Remembering how attractive Marla was, Jud wondered if Gloria took after her.
Gloria shifted in her bed. She wondered what her cousin looked like. Smiling at the idea of being able to have some contact with a boy, she continued to caress herself beneath her lace-trimmed nightgown. Marla's concession to Gloria's bland wardrobe was elegant sleepwear and underwear since, in theory, nobody but they would see them. Murmuring softly as she idly stroked her damp mound without any sense of urgency or of seeking an orgasm, Gloria hoped the trip and seeing Gillian again would cause her mother to return to the way she had been before her husband's desertion.
Marla lay tense and still upon her bed. She was filled with doubts about the trip, despite wanting to see her sister and knowing that she had to cast off her depression and paranoia.
"You've made the decision, so stop worrying," she told herself. It helped a little. But she could not help wondering what the trip held for her and Gloria.
CHAPTER FOUR
Having heard Marla's car pull into the driveway, Gillian ran out to greet her sister and niece, followed by Jud and Ted. Gillian blinked at the plainness of Marla and Gloria's clothing, realizing that her sister was still suffering the after-effects of desertion. She put that thought aside and happily embraced Gloria, welcoming her and Marla. Then she turned to introduce her husband and son.
"It has been a long time since I've seen reason to put Ted out. Gloria can stay in here with me," she said, motioning to the you, Ted," Marla smiled. "You were just a little boy then."
"And Gloria's grown too," Gillian smiled. "Well, we'll let the men handle the luggage. We can go in and get you freshened up.
"Hi," Ted said as he moved toward the car. As Gloria moved toward the house, their eyes met and he smiled.
"Hi," she said, smiling shyly.
"Gloria?" Marla called, and the girl nodded nervously.
Ted watched her move past him. He watched her follow the women into the house. He and Jud began removing the bags from the car.
"Very nice, except for those horrible dresses," Ted commented to his father.
"Yeah," Jud nodded thoughtfully as he considered the fact that his sister-in-law had avoided making direct eye contact with him. "Well, perhaps we can persuade them to remove them," he mused. He and Ted grinned.
"Put Gloria's things in there," Gillian told Ted and Jud as they came up the stairs.
"Oh, no," Marla protested. "There's no guest room.
"Nope, it's been decided," Gillian smiled, her voice firm.
"Ted, are you sure?" Gloria asked.
"Of course," he smiled.
The bags were sorted out, and Marla helped Jud with hers. Their hands brushed as she took one bag and she started. She looked at him apologetically, not sure what to say. He just smiled and took the other bags in.
Ted smiled at Gloria and took her bags into his room. Following him in, she glanced toward the guest room and saw that Jud was going back downstairs. Her mother and aunt were busy unpacking Marla's things.
"I cleared out these two drawers and part of the closet," Ted told Gloria after putting the bags down on the double bed.
"That was really nice of you," she smiled, appreciating how attractive her cousin was. She realized this was the first time she had been alone in a room with a boy in a long time.
"It was nothing," he said, noting her looking at him.
Gloria ducked her eyes with a trace of a blush and found herself looking at the large bulge Ted's balls and cock made. She blinked with surprise as she saw him harden, and she realized it was from looking at her. Her cunt tightened hotly, and she looked up to find that he was still smiling amiably.
"Here, let me show you a trick with the shower," he said, turning to enter the bathroom.
She shook her head to clear it and followed him, her eyes taking in his easy stride and the fit of his jeans. He reached in the shower and turned one handle.
"Let it run for a minute before you turn on the cold," he suggested. "The temperature shifts, so you can get a nasty surprise."
Gloria was leaning forward to watch, their bodies almost touching as Ted turned the water off. His arm brushed over her breasts as he straightened up. They were facing each other, her breasts and his chest almost touching. The air seemed very heavy. There was a trace of a smile on Ted's face, but he said nothing. And Gloria could not think what to do or say. The hot clutchings in her cunny had resumed. "Gloria," Marla called out, and the girl turned her head quickly to her mother.
"I, uh-have to-" she stammered.
"Of course." His voice was a husky whisper.
Gloria found her thoughts clouding again. Then she forced herself to turn toward the door which caused her breasts to slide across Ted's chest. A flash of pleasure went through her nipples, and she realized how hard they had become. She hurried back into the bedroom. Grinning, Ted glanced down at the rigid press of his tool and recalled Jud's solution to her tent-like dress.
"Ted was, uh, showing me the shower," Gloria faltered as she saw her mother standing in the bedroom.
"The temperature shifts. You can get burned if you're not careful," he added as he came from the bathroom. The towel on which he was drying his hands covered his obvious erection.
"I'll let you get settled in," Ted said to Marla, his eyes holding hers. He nodded to both Gloria and her mother as he went out, lowering the towel after passing Marla so that Gloria could take note of his hard-on.
"Well, I guess you can get unpacked without help," Marla said, her voice a bit distant as she again questioned the outcome of the visit.
Marla went out, and Gloria closed the door, smiling to herself, pleased at having bested Marla's overly watchful eye. The young woman inhaled deeply, her nipples tingling as she remembered the feeling of Ted's chest against them and of his arm against her breasts. She had noticed his erection as he left, and she felt a sense of pride at having inspired it, as well as some awe at the apparent size of his tool.
Looking down, she clutched the front of her dress angrily. She felt amazed that he had even noticed she was a girl, considering the dullness of her dress. She pulled it off and threw it across the room with disgust.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let go of the irritation, reminding herself that Ted had taken notice. She did wonder what his reaction would be if he came in now and saw her bikini panties and bra, her nipples and muff half-visible through the filigree lace. She looked around the room as she opened her bags, realizing that she had never before been alone in a boy's room and shuddered gently.
Putting her things into the two emptied drawers, Gloria looked at the other drawers. Debating with herself, she glanced toward the door and then eased one of the drawers open. She found socks in it, shirts and pants in another, and underwear in the last. Curious, she examined Ted's briefs and then closed the drawer. A bit disappointed, she hung her things up, finding the contents of, the closet equally uninteresting until she took a stack of magazines down from the shelf.
There were copies of underground comics with names like Fear and Laughter, a few copies of Heavy Metal, a copy of Sports Illustrated featuring articles on swimming, and several men's magazines. She flipped through one of the latter and stared with fascination at photos of a man and woman making love. A photo of a man going down on a woman proved especially interesting.
"Gloria?" she heard Marla say as she knocked lightly on the door. Quickly, Gloria put the magazines back.
"Just a sec," she called, pulling on a robe. She closed the closet before opening the hall door.
"We're going to have something to eat," Marla said to her daughter.
"By the pool," Gillian said, who was standing behind her sister. "Wear your swimsuit if you'd like to swim."
"Right," Marla nodded, forcing herself to keep from telling her daughter not to.
"Be right down," Gloria nodded, reading her mother's thoughts.
The girl felt little enthusiasm for going to the pool in her unflattering one-piece suit. As she traded it for her bikini underwear, she reminded herself that Ted had been undaunted by her equally unappealing dress.
Sitting with Jud and Gillian at the poolside table, Marla found herself staring at her young nephew as he mounted the diving board. He wore a pair of cotton trunks that rode low on his hips, the waistband meeting the base of his abdomen. The thin fabric molded to his large cock's contours, and his weighted sac pressed the base of the briefs low. She felt a sting of arousal as his lithe body poised on the board. Then concern over Gloria seeing him pushed her feelings aside. She looked down at her plate as Ted dove cleanly into the water.
From the open sliding door to the living room, unseen by the adults, Gloria watched Ted with more than a sting of arousal. Knowing how her mother would react, she took a deep breath and went out, showing no sign of interest in Ted.
Marla relaxed when Gloria sat down with her back to the pool and began to chat with her aunt and uncle. She did not realize Gloria was trying to conceal her embarrassment over her dreary swimsuit as well as intentionally avoiding showing her very real interest in her cousin. Ted was aided in concealing his interest in Gloria by having his hardened rod being beneath the surface of the water. But he was extremely pleased by what he could see, which included her long, shapely legs, her rounded thighs widening firmly into her hips, and the curve of the plump rise of her cunny.
After some time, Gloria casually entered the pool, barely paying attention to Ted until after her mother's watchfulness had eased. Then she let her eyes meet his in brief glances, both of them smiling. The deepness of the water allowed her to relax more, and the two cousins swam about.
Jud excused himself, going into the house and leaving the sisters to exchange memories. Gillian recalled the fun they had had as girls and the adventures they had shared as young women. Despite herself, or despite her current fears, Marla found herself remembering and smiling. Gillian mentioned that she had to pick up a dress the next day and invited Marla to join her on a shopping spree. Marla realized this was a diplomatic way to help her update her wardrobe, and she started to tense.
"I-I guess so," Marla said, fighting back the tension that was starting to creep into her. "I know that Gloria ... that she really needs some new things. Maybe we should take her along. I haven't meant to, but I'm afraid I've been dumping my hangups on her."
"Why don't we surprise her and pick up some things for her?" Gillian suggested, relieved and pleased to find her sister attempting to open up.
"Okay," Marla nodded, and the two leaned forward for an embrace.
In the pool, Ted and Gloria swam about. She felt warmth blossom throughout her as his body brushed against hers beneath the surface.
Marla found great relief in relaxing for the most part during the rest of the day. She was pleased to find herself enjoying the visit and her pre-arrival doubts cast aside. After changing into her nightgown and matching robe, she went downstairs, finding Gillian helping Ted make up the sofa bed.
"Here, let me," she told the boy. "It's the least I can do after we put you out of your room."
Ted shrugged with a smile and stepped back to watch the sisters make his bed for him. His rod stiffened as he imagined his mother and aunt turning and drawing him into the bed with them as they removed their nightgowns and robes. When the women had finished, he shoved his hand down into his pocket to clutch his shaft and thus conceal his erection from Marla.
"There," Marla smiled. "Not much, but-well, see you two in the morning," she said, and moved toward the stairs as Gillian stood behind Ted, her hands on his shoulders.
"Goodnight," Ted called, noting the way the upstairs light shone through Marla's matching gown and robe to silhouette her statuesque legs. He smiled as Gillian's hands slid around his waist and down to his jeans to grip his engorged cock.
"Sleep tight," Gillian called as she raised her son's tool against his stomach, his upper shaft and knob sticking out above his pants top.
"I will after that drive," Marla said, pausing to turn. Gillian let Ted's T-shirt drop to conceal his exposed tool as she moved away from him.
"Well, you can sleep as late as you like," Gillian said as she moved toward the stairs between Ted and Marla. It allowed Ted to remove his T-shirt without his aunt seeing his hard-on. "And you too," Gillian said as she turned to look back at Ted before mounting the stairs. She grinned as she saw his big cock sticking up between his jeans and stomach. "Sweet dreams," she said, holding back a laugh and went upstairs.
Ted stripped his clothes off and slipped between the sheets. He turned out the lamp beside him and leaned back against the pillows, his eyes peering in the direction of his room as he thought about Gloria. His prod remained erect, tenting the sheet.
"Nice to see your sister loosening up," Jud observed from the bed as Gillian slipped out of her nightgown.
"Yeah, I think she's ready to get back to living. We're going shopping for some attractive clothing for her and Gloria tomorrow," she said as she stretched out beside him, moving one hand along the hard thrust of his cock.
"Thank heavens for that," he smiled, caressing her breasts with one hand as he drew her closer with the other.
"I could tell when we were talking about the old days that she missed them and the fun," she murmured, curling one leg up over his hip. The auburn curls in her crotch parted to reveal the pastel pink of her slit.
"Ted seemed to be getting off on Gloria," he said, arching his body closer to Gillian's, his rod sliding into the humid tightness of her nook.
"And on Marla," Gillian grinned, her voice wavering as she tightened and loosened her cunny around his rising column. Her hands pulled at his back as she rubbed her tits against his chest. "Sure takes after his dad," she groaned.
One hand cradled her head and the other moved over the lush pillows of her cheeks. Jud's fingertips kneaded Gillian's undercurves as he drew her hips tighter against his. They murmured into one another as their tongues met. Their sounds of pleasure mounted and....
... carried through the wall separating the head of their bed from the head of Marla's. She also heard their bed shifting with their movements. She could imagine her sister and her brother-in-law clearly in her mind's eye. Her breathing became halting as she told herself to get up and go into the bathroom. But her body seemed weighted down, and her thoughts did not seem to reach her muscles.
She had been feeling better, congratulating herself on the progress she had made toward changing when the sounds had begun. She had even been able to think about Ted's lithe, tanned body and the erection he had unsuccessfully tried to hide downstairs. She had felt a little gratified to see him showing more interest in her than in Gloria, flattered that the boy found her that attractive. It was the first time she had responded positively to a male's arousal or interest in her since the desertion by her husband. Now, as she heard the muted moans of Jud and Gillian, she again saw Ted in his swim trunks, and saw the outline of his huge cock.
Her feelings warred within her. The sounds and images set her clit to pulsing, and her hand moved to soothe it. Her cunt lips parted as her fingers pressed against the hardened node, and she found herself caressing it. It had been so long since she had allowed herself pleasure that she had forgotten how sweet and intense it could be. As her fingers moved over her wide mound, the doubts and questions melted away. Her softer moans blended with those coming through the wall, and she saw herself in Gillian's place, balling with a composite of Jud and Ted.
Marla rolled over onto her stomach, burying her moans in the pillow as she twisted the large globes of her tits against the bed. Her forearms were tight against her stomach and abdomen, and her hands moved in the cradling of her hips, her fingers sluicing in the wet yield of her spasming cunt. Her hips bucked, her rounded, girlish ass thrust high. She shook with the flashes of her orgasms, and her body went stiff, shaking wildly as she climaxed.
With a ragged sob, she went limp, gasping for air as her nook quivered around her fingers. She murmured with bliss. It wasn't much, she told herself, but masturbating to carnal fantasies was a step. Still, the doubts and worries were present, but subdued.
With a dreamy smile, she snuggled her head against the pillow and listened to the continuing sounds of Jud's and Gillian's lovemaking. It occurred to her that she had undoubtedly been restricting her daughter to masturbation, remembering herself and Gillian at that age. It might take awhile, but she was determined she would change if only for Gloria, who....
... was sitting on the bed in Ted's room at that moment, the magazine with the photos of loving couples before her. She turned the pages slowly, her eyes taking in activities that had never occurred to her. Her free hand rubbed against her warming cunt. Idly caressing herself, she lay back and found herself thinking of Ted.
Gathering the magazines up and returning them to the closet shelf, she decided she was hungry. With an amused smile, she wondered if she really was, or if it was because Ted lay between her and the kitchen. She glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror and considered the fact that, along with her underwear, her nightgowns were her only attractive clothing. Considering that this might be the only opportunity she would have to speak privately with her cousin and get to know him, and for him to see her in something flattering, she slipped into the light, matching robe that was as thin as the gown, and she eased the bedroom door open.
Seeing nobody in the hall, and that there was no light showing under either Marla's door or Jud and Gillian's, she eased her door shut. Tiptoeing down the hall, Gloria realized she was doing a great deal of rationalizing. But she didn't care. Marla's restrictions had become a challenge. She only hoped that Ted was still awake.
Downstairs, Ted's head turned as he heard the stairs creak. The nightlight in the hall threw a shadow down the stairs, and he smiled as he saw Gloria's feet come into view. The light shone through the light robe, outlining the legs he had admired at the pool. Then it shone through the robe and her shortie nightgown, outlining her slender waist and almost boyish hips.
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes adjusting to the light as she looked toward the sofa bed. She saw Ted smiling at her, the sheet up around his waist, his hands clasped behind his head. Gloria gave a nervous smile, took a deep breath to gather her courage, and moved toward Ted. As she silently crossed the room, she saw the way the sheet lifted from Ted's groin and her heart beat faster.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I-I was thinking of a midnight snack," Gloria whispered as Ted looked up at her.
"Oh," he said slowly. With a trace of a smile.
Gloria recalled one of the photos of a woman going down on a man. "I...." she faltered, hoping the darkness hid her blush.
"Sounds like a good idea," Ted said, sitting up. The sheet dropped down to around his waist, revealing the side of his ass.
"Sorry," he said, smiling.
"That-that's okay," Gloria stammered, turning to the side. "You can put on your robe," she said, finding that her breathing had quickened.
Ted looked at Gloria for a moment and then tossed the sheet back as he got up on the other side of the bed, knowing he was within range of her peripheral vision. As he reached for his robe, Gloria saw his ass and the thick length of his semi-erect tool as he turned to slip into it. Gloria swallowed hard. She had wondered how the woman in the photo could take the man's big cock into her mouth, and now she was seeing a prod that was far larger. Her heart pounded.
"Okay," Ted said, and Gloria almost lost her footing as she turned toward him.
She tried to control her breathing as she followed him to the kitchen's swinging door. He held it open for her and turned the light on after it had closed behind them.
"Hungry for anything in particular?" he asked.
"No, just...." she said weakly, finding herself standing very close to him as she turned.
"Well, why don't you check out the fridge?" he suggested, and she nodded.
Ted sat down at the kitchen table as Gloria moved to the refrigerator to look into it. Her body was only thinly veiled by the gown and unfastened robe she wore, and his eyes took in the contours of her petite, teardrop-shaped breasts and their aureolas, visible as rosy shadows against the nylon.
Gloria stared into the refrigerator, unable to focus on any one item. She knew Ted was looking at her, and she suddenly felt self-conscious about the translucence of her nightwear. Still, she thought, hadn't she just peeked at him fully naked? That thought brought the image of him unclothed, and her heart pounded as she considered she was now alone with him. Was Ted just being nice to a cousin, or was he interested in her? And if he was, how would she handle it?
"Some watermelon?" she asked as her eyes came to rest on a plate of wax paper covered slices. She looked toward him, seeing his eyes lift from appraising her legs, which both pleased and embarrassed her.
"Sounds good," he said as he stood, and he got forks as she carried the plate to the table.
They sat down at one corner of the table, facing one another. Her eyes met his and darted away as they forked pieces of the juicy watermelon into their mouths. The juice ran down Gloria's chin, and she wiped it with the back of her wrist, giving Ted a little smile. As she looked down while sucking the moisture from her wrist, her eyes fell on his cock. His robe had fallen away from one leg to expose his staff and balls. It seemed that his rod had grown since she had first glimpsed it. Then a drop of watermelon juice splattered his thick cock. "Ah, sorry about that," he said as his eyes moved from it to her blushing face.
"No, that's .. " she said uncertainly.
"Well," he said, taking a napkin from the holder, "I guess you've got enough boyfriends that it's not a big deal-in more ways than one," he grinned. "I-I haven't ever seen one that...." she faltered, her eyes on his hand as he moved the napkin over his stiffening tool, curling around the long shaft to give it a drying squeeze.
"Have to remember to wash that off. Don't want ants attacking me in my sleep," he grinned. Gloria laughed softly, Ted's unexpected humor relaxing her.
They continued to eat, and Gloria fought to keep her eyes from his still-exposed prick.
The only sounds were those of the forks on the plate and their chewing, but she heard neither due to the beat of her heart and the quickness of her breathing. A bit of watermelon dropped from between the fork and Ted's lips. Both looked down to see it hit his thigh and slide down along its inside to lodge between it and his heavy balls. She saw that his cock had straightened out even more and was almost fully erect.
"I seem to be having a clumsy spell," he shrugged. "Since you've seen me and are cool enough not to be bothered," he said casually, "would you mind if I just took my robe off so I don't get it messed up?"
"I-no. No, not at all," Gloria said in a breathless whisper, both apprehensive and excited.
Ted stood up, and Gloria found herself staring as he slipped out of his robe. He turned to drape it over the back of the chair and she saw the muscles shift in his stomach and legs, saw the curves of his slim buttocks. Her behind was tightening against the seat of the chair, a deep heat pulsing within her depths. Blood was pounding in her head as Ted sat back down, and Gloria stared at the table as she ate, arousal swelling within her.
Her mind was not on what she was doing. A piece of watermelon dropped to her thighs, and a chill shot through her heated flesh.
"Maybe you should take your things off, too," Ted suggested.
Gloria stared at him, her mind blanking out while her cunny tightened and loosened.
"It'd be a shame to mess up such a lovely outfit," he smiled.
"It-it's one of the few things I've got that's not gross, like my dress and swimsuit," she blurted out.
"Well, with you in them, I didn't notice their being gross," he said softly. Gloria's heart beat faster. "But I couldn't help noticing that your gown is almost transparent, what with you being so beautiful," he told her, and she blushed, but her eyes stayed with his. "And since I've already been able to see you...."
Gloria nodded dumbly and stared at Ted for a long moment. Then she stood up, her legs a bit shaky, and watched Ted watching her as she slipped out of her robe. She turned to put it over the back of the chair, and his eyes moved up from her rounded thighs to her slender hips, which blossomed into her full, rounded ass cheeks. The robe off, her slender torso was clearly silhouetted against the gown. Ted's eyes followed the forward curve up from the small of her back and then back toward her shoulders.
Their eyes met again, and he slowly slid another piece of watermelon into his mouth, sucking the juice from it. Gloria's eyes dropped, and she saw Ted's cock thrusting toward her, now fully erect. Her fingers fumbled with the top of her shorty nightgown, and she slowly raised it, feeling as if she were sleepwalking.
Once the nylon was lifted from the merging of her hips and thighs, her panties gave a veiled view of her sorrel-colored V of downy hair. Ted saw her long, lightly contoured stomach, the softness lightly indented above the oval socket of her deep-set, tiny navel.
While Gloria's head was concealed by the pulled-up robe, she held the garment there a moment, feeling hidden while her pert breasts were revealed to Ted. She hoped he still found her attractive, even as she wondered at what she was doing. The cup-tipped pegs of her nipples stood out hard from her russet aureolas, the curves of her plump pectorals taut, her breasts lifted high. Her legs felt rubbery as she dropped the gown over the chair. His smile told her he was not disappointed, and she smiled shyly.
Gloria looked down at her panties. She could see that her muff was partially visible. Her thumbs slipped between the waistband and her abdomen, which was continued smoothly from between her stomach and loins. She slipped the cloth down, and the light gleamed from the soft curlings on her mound and the plump rise itself, which seemed to be set high due to the curve of her torso into the cradling of her hips and upper thighs. She leaned forward to push the panties down her thighs, and her head swam, the blood rushing upward. She reached out to grip the table, steadying herself as she raised one shapely leg and then the other.
Her equilibrium seesawing, Gloria let the panties drop. Ted's cock was rock-hard, the flesh drawn taut over the rigid meat, clearly defining the veins and swollen knob. She swallowed hard as he looked at her.
"Turn around," he asked softly, and she found herself complying.
"Beautiful," he whispered as she turned. He saw the way her tush expanded out with her hips, the wide-cleft cheeks curving into her high hips and down to the tops of her thighs with deep cleavage. Little goose bumps showed as her ass tightened, and Ted smiled.
Gloria felt as if she had been spun around and around fast rather than having just turned slowly. Dizziness was spinning her mind with a frenzy.
"You know, I've always wondered about that phrase 'kissing cousins,' " Ted said slowly, lifting his eyes from the lush mound of Gloria's sex to her sultry-lidded eyes. "Like to find out what it means?"
"Y-yes," she breathed. She hoped he would stand up so she would not have to bend down, fearing she would fall. Vaguely, she realized that, if he did stand up, it would bring the rigid column of his sex against her cunny and belly. There was a buzzing in her ears as the thought quickened her pulsings of pleasure.
But Ted did not stand up, nor did Gloria have to lean down. Instead, he reached out to hold her hips, and he drew her close as he leaned forward. She gasped as his lips pressed the sorrel down around her swollen pubes, and then he began to kiss her dewy slit. Her body arched forward, her hands gripping his head for support as her face lifted.
He moved his lips over the lush swells of her cunt and then up and down her furrow. His hands held her hips firmly, supporting her, and his fingers caressed the softness of her ass cheeks. She groaned as ecstasy rocketed through her, her clit pulsing wildly. Ted's mouth twisted against her, and Gloria's quivering lips opened to it. Filling his mouth with her delicious taste and his nostrils with her fragrance, he moved his tongue up into her drenched tightness. She shook against him, her body rising onto tiptoes as her box spasmed with orgasmic rushes.
His arms against the sides of her thighs, his hands moved around to cup her buttocks. Ted's tongue moved in deep and then began to work higher. Gloria's head moved from side to side, the lustrous waves of her long hair whipping about her strained features. Then his tongue moved over the pulsing apex of her clit.
Her arched body shoved against him, the last of the air bursting from her lungs as she climaxed. She twisted against him, her hips bucking against his mouth and face, and her hands clawed at his head. The convulsions of her depths reached a crescendo, and she dropped limply, her feet sliding back as her hands dropped down his back.
Ted eased up and kissed Gloria's tightening and loosening belly and her heaving tits. As he straightened, he held her to him. Limp in his arms, her head dropped back, and she looked into his face with glazed eyes. She tried to form words, but they would not come. One of his arms was against her back, the other arm was around her, his hand caressing the supple globes of her tush. She gradually became aware of his hard cock pressed up against the underarch of her body, the base of his shaft against her twitching slit.
"I...." she attempted, and moistened her lips. "That was so ... "
"That wasn't the first time you've been eaten, was it?" he asked gently, his hand moving up from her back to cup the base of her head.
She tried to speak, but the words would not form. She nodded.
"The guys in your town must be fools," he smiled.
"I-I haven't had the chance. Mom...." she murmured, the strength gradually returning to her legs.
"Ah," he nodded, and eased her back to sit on the edge of the table. "Then I'm the lucky one, the first?"
"You?" she grinned. "No, I'm the lucky one, and ... "she trailed off, looking down at his engorged tool. "And there's something else I've never done," she said.
Gloria touched Ted's chest, and he sat back down, grinning. She took a deep breath and touched her hands to his thighs as she eased down to one knee between his spread legs. Her spread hands moved up and down along his thighs.
"Here," he smiled. "Let's see if I can make it half as sweet tasting for you as it was for me."
She smiled as he took a slice of watermelon from the plate and pressed it against his rigid pole. He twisted it down against his knob and along the shaft, the juice and bits of melon meat sliding down his cock's length and over his balls. The two of them were grinning. He dropped the remnants of the melon back onto the plate and licked the juice from his hand.
Gloria leaned closer, watching a droplet of juice work its way down the length of Ted's cock trunk, and she stretched her long tongue out. The tip of her tongue caught the droplet and moved back up to the rim of his cockhead. She kissed his knob, sucking a bit of watermelon from it, and she drew the plump bulb into her mouth. He slid the fingers of his dry hand through her hair, his eyes lidding over as she began to suck at his knob.
Her hands moved over his abdomen and down between his balls and his thighs, cupping the weighted sac that hung over the edge of the chair. Sucking hard, she moved her lips down around his thick trunk, her tongue lapping against his dorsal vein. The electric tingling in his balls spread through Ted's groin as Gloria rolled them in her palms, her fingers stroking the envelope of his flesh.
Suddenly, her mouth moved down hungrily, her tongue lapping as she sucked. Her thumbs rubbed against his root while her fingers stroked it below his balls. He inhaled sharply as her mouth tightened and loosened, lifted and fell, turning upon and around his throbbing tool. Gloria's head lifted and fell as she drew upon the thick hose of her cousin's sex with an undirected wildness that surprised her as much as it did him. Her cunny was damply throbbing, her clit burning, and she tightened and loosened her lips in an effort to ease it.
Hearing her groans grow and feeling their pulsations through his throbbing member, Ted looked down along Gloria's back to see her ass shifting from side to side as it tightened and loosened. He leaned forward, one hand pressing against her shoulder. She lifted her eyes to see him smile as she continued to suck at his joint. Realizing what he meant, she let one hand drop back for support, and they began to ease back together. He reached out with his free hand, taking a slice of watermelon from the table. She sat back, and he knelt astride her as she lay back, her elbows sliding out from under her as she eased down.
Gloria's arms moved between her sides and Ted's thighs, up over his tightened ass cheeks. Her head lifted from the floor to take more of his engorged prod into her mouth. She looked up with heavily-lidded eyes and saw him slowly bite into the watermelon, savoring the taste as he smiled down at her. She smiled around the thickness stretching her lips, the taste of the watermelon in her own mouth.
Her hands caressed his back and moved down together to press against the center of his ass, her thumbs moving below it to knead the continuation of his root between his anus and sac. He sucked the juice from the melon meat, his eyes closing as the movements of her tongue and lips took on a more controlled rhythm, a deep, resonating primitive rhythm that stirred the spend in his balls, setting it to boiling.
His knees slid back, and he leaned forward, his free hand going to the floor. She blinked up at his taut stomach as she wondered what he was doing. He lifted one leg, the knee of the other sliding away from her as his hand moved in the other direction. His rod turned in her mouth, and she realized that he was turning around, pivoting within the socket of her suckling mouth. Ted's hand moved to Gloria's side, his knees sliding around above her head.
She slid her spread hands up and down his stomach, his sac moving up from below her chin, over her neck, over her cheek, and over the lightly angled curve of her nose. His weight on his knees and elbow, he slid his hand up and down the back of her thigh as his lips moved over the silky insides of her thighs.
Murmuring, Gloria slid her tongue along the top of Ted's shaft, his dorsal vein and the cleft of his knob against the ribbed roof of her mouth. She drew her cheeks in around him tightly, her hands stretching back as her elbows moved back under his thighs. The insides of her arms moved up against the backs of his thighs, and her hands stroked his ass. She was shifting on the kitchen floor, her ass rocking from side to side as his kisses tattooed patterns of arousal on the insides of her thighs. She arched her tits against his stomach, rubbing the burning pegs of her nipples against his taut flesh.
Pulsations of pleasure went through Ted, and the blood pounded in his head. Gloria's mouthings were nurturing rippling of electric heat that moved from the suction of her mouth to flare out from his groin. He slid his tongue between the inside of her thigh and the plump, downy softness of her pubes. Her hips twisted, and his tongue moved to the other side. Her hands clutched at his ass, her breasts pulling against his stomach.
Ted's head lifted, and Gloria gurgled around his tool, her hips arching upward beseechingly. He took a bite out of an end slice of watermelon and turned the wedge over. She gasped, an orgasm sparking as she felt the coolness of the watermelon against her nether lips. Holding the rind, Ted rocked the watermelon against Gloria's furrow, moving the juicy melon down into her cleave. She groaned as its juice mixed with her own and flowed over her mound. The squishing melon meat shifted, molding to her nook, filling it and rocking against her pulsing clit. She shivered with pleasure as its coolness mixed with her heated juice. Her hips lifted and her cunny thrust against the firmly held slice.
She was sucking his cock harder, her mouth turning and pulling, and he strove to keep his eyes open. Ted's hand tightened on the watermelon rind, and he turned it from side to side as he continued to seesaw it within Gloria's splayed hive. She groaned as the melon shifted against the burning of her box, rising and falling against her lips and her clit. She trembled as her depths tightened and loosened in response.
Ted twisted the melon harder, and its meat began to break away from the rind. The sound of the meat breaking was cracked audibly. Orgasms raced through Gloria and her hips lifted and writhed. The melon meat broke fully away from the rind and her cunny tightened and loosened against its shifting coolness.
He stretched out his arm, putting the rind aside, and lowered his mouth to the watermelon's meat rising from his cousin's opened slit. He began to nibble, and that sent vibrations down into her. Her mouth continued to pull and suck, his thighs and ass tightened against the crackling heat that pried at his balls, urging his spend to break free.
Pressing the seeds out from between his lips, he swallowed, biting down again and gradually moving closer toward her juice soaked muff as he ate more and more of the watermelon. Gloria's joined thumbs kneaded Ted's cock root between his ass and balls. The chewing shifted the melon meat inside her, turning and bobbing it. She groaned as Ted's mouth brushed against her burning cunt lips. His mouth began to burrow into her cleave, drawing the juicy crispness from her. He filled his mouth with the sweet mix of both her juices and the watermelon's.
The natural arch of Gloria's torso was accented as she pushed up off her shoulders, writhing against her cousin. His cheeks, chin, and nose moved within her spread nook as he sucked and chewed the melon meat from her cunt, his features and her loins and thighs bathed in the mixture of the juices. Her joined thumb tips spread his anus, kneading it in opposite directions. She pulled and thrust her mouth around his engorged prick.
Ted's blood was racing wildly. The throbbing of his cock was building faster and faster. He curled his tongue deep into Gloria's cunt, skimming the remnants of the watermelon from its sleek wetness. His juice-washed lower face burrowed within her spasming hive, and she shook against him, her depths exploding and imploding. Gloria's head rose and fell, her mouth moving in a frenzy as she climaxed. Her tongue and lips writhed about Ted as her tightened mouth pulled and thrust. He groaned into her as his tool began to jerk, his jizm coming freely. He gripped her hips, his mouth widening within her splay as he groaned, the air slowly working its way free of his chest. Then blazing heat blasted through him, melting his thoughts and sending his body into contortions of rapture. His tool jumped within his cousin's mouth, and she tasted his thick come as it splashed and spurted over her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Murmuring into and around one another, they clutched each other as the paroxysms began to ease. Their climaxes radiated through them, and they sprawled together on the floor, gasping for breath.
Her thoughts drifting, Gloria smiled an elfin smile. She wondered what her mother would say if she came in for a midnight snack right now. Marla....
... had kicked off the sheets, twisting on the bed as she dreamed. Her flesh was hot and damp, and her hands brushed against her loins. Her nightgown had drawn up around the tops of her full, tapering thighs. Her lips were parted in breathless murmurs, and her dreams were filled with images of Jud and Ted, which mixed with memories of her pre-marriage adventures with Gillian, who....
... was smiling at the sight of the empty sofa bed and the bar of light showing under the kitchen door. She had come down to get a glass of milk but had stopped near the door, pleased and aroused by the sounds of her son's and niece's groans of pleasure and their movements as they came. She resisted the urge to peek in until after they came. Then she opened the door a crack and saw them lying limply together. Her smile broadened as she saw the watermelon juice and bits of seeds spread over the girl's loins. Ted's tool was still in her mouth.
Silently, Gillian moved back to the stairs. Returning to the bedroom, she hoped Jud was in the mood for a midnight balling. Her nook was damp, and the buzz of the blood in her ears almost kept her from hearing the murmurings coming from Marla's room. Pursing her lips, Gillian debated peeking at her sister as she paused by the door.
"What the hell?" she whispered to herself and went down on one knee so that she could see through the keyhole.
She saw her sister turning on the bed, obviously in the midst of a wet dream, her hands fumbling at her cunt. Gillian wondered just what the subject of Marla's dream was and if it involved Jud or Ted--which, in turn, made her think again of the young couple who....
... were now sitting up. Ted had eased Gloria back from the puddle of watermelon juice and slid paper towels under her, slowly licking the remnants of the watermelon meat and its juice from her flesh. Now, arousal and satiation blending within her, Gloria reached out and tore off a piece of the wax paper that had covered the watermelon. Curious, Ted watched as she stuck her tongue out, revealing most of his load. She skimmed it off her tongue with her forefinger and carefully transferred it to the wax paper, which she folded over the pale fluid.
"A souvenir," she smiled, after sucking the remnants of his jizm from her tongue, "of my first blow job."
Grinning, he kissed her, and she felt his prod begin to harden against her. Caressing him, she murmured as their tongues flowed together. Their lips parted, and they both glanced down at their loins, his balls touching her still-damp bush, his cock thrusting up against her.
"I-I want to-to do that, too," she whispered, "but-can we wait? So it isn't all at once, so we can stretch it out more?" she asked timidly.
"Of course," he said warmly, and he touched his lips to hers. "Sounds like a good idea," he nodded and stood, helping her up at the same time.
They looked at one another for a moment and embraced tightly, kissing slowly but deeply, his shaft pressing between their stomachs. Their hands moved over one another's backs and asses, her breasts moving against his chest.
"But you...." she said, looking down at his erection with a worried look.
"It'll hold till tomorrow," he smiled reassuringly.
Gloria chewed her lip for a moment and then smiled. She opened the folded piece of wax paper, put it on the edge of the table, and moved around behind Ted, guiding him so that he was now facing the table. She wrapped her hands around his shaft and began to work the flesh up and down, her fingers kneading and stroking. Ted's eyes lidded as his cousin stroked his cock, her fingertips sliding along his dorsal vein. He felt the petite teardrops of her breasts shift against his back, her damp muff against his ass. He relaxed all restraint. His hands moved back to caress her hips, and the throbbing of his rod came faster and faster.
He groaned, his body stiffening against hers, and his shaft began to jerk spasmodically in her hold. She looked over his shoulder and pressed his bucking tool down till it was aimed at the wax paper. He shook as he came, his load joining the spend already resting on the paper.
Ted's head was spinning, and he leaned back against Gloria. He inhaled deeply and moistened his lips. She kissed his shoulders tenderly as she squeezed the last of his spend from his softening rod. Then he turned around so that they could kiss again.
"A double souvenir," she smiled. "First blow job and first jerk off."
"Going to see about adding the other firsts to it?" he grinned.
"Sounds like a good idea, huh?" she giggled softly, looking down at the watermelon on the floor. "We'd better get this cleaned up before we go back to bed." Gloria looked up. "I sure wish we didn't have to go to separate ones."
"Me, too," Ted agreed. "But no clean-up chores for you, Gloria. My kitchen, my chore. Now, off to bed before we get going again," he urged, his cock twitching between them. And he gave her rounded ass cheeks a playful swat.
"You sure?" she asked as she reluctantly put her nightgown and robe back on.
"Yeah, but your souvenir's made me think of something," he grinned.
"Oh?" she asked as he lifted the hem of her gown, slipping his hand into the panties so that he could curl his fingers up into her humid nook.
"A taste to remember you by while I'm going to sleep," he smiled, holding the hem out with one hand as he raised the damp fingers of his other hand.
He held the juice-coated fingers out and up as they kissed again. Then Gloria forced herself to leave. Ted took a deep breath, a mellow feeling filling him, and began to clean up the kitchen.
Gloria paused in passing the sofa bed, wanting to climb into it and greet Ted when he came out of the kitchen. Sighing, she started up the stairs. At the top, she heard her mother murmuring. Like Gillian, she peeked through the keyhole. She felt pleased to see Marla enjoying herself, if only via a dream and masturbation. She wished she could guide her mother down to the kitchen.
The next day, Gloria and Marla went shopping together, Gillian smiling as she recalled the sight of Marla caressing herself while dreaming.
Marla felt an initial return of apprehension, but she fought it back, reminding herself that Jud was staying home for the day. Ted and Gloria were not alone. Reminding herself of that brought her brother-in-law and nephew clearly to mind. She wondered about her dreams and whether Gloria might have had similar ones.
Her eyes on the road, Gillian smiled, knowing that Jud would be excusing himself and....
... leaving Ted and Gloria alone in the house while he went by to see a neighbor.
After their midnight balling, he told Gillian he would also like to look in on his sister-in-law's niece. But the pleasures he and Gillian shared were so exhausting he never got around to taking a look.
Jud told his son and his niece where he was going. He and the boy shared a knowing smile that went unnoticed by Gloria, whose efforts were bent on concealing her excitement over collecting another erotic souvenir.
CHAPTER SIX
Gillian drove toward a nearby shopping mall. She and Marla were silent for the first few blocks. Their hair drifted out behind them in the breeze. Gillian glanced over at Marla and recognized the expression that went with a conflict of thoughts.
"You know, I can't understand why you let your ex beat you," she said. Marla looked over at her, surprised. "I mean, he's been off enjoying himself all this time, and probably since before you got free of him.
And you-you've been walking around wearing a hair shirt and clothes to match, plus dumping a lot on Gloria."
"I-I never thought about it that way," Marla said. Anger flared within her as she considered her sister's words. It was an anger that amplified her resolve to be free of the role she had been playing and had been forcing her daughter to play.
"You ever think about the fun we used to have?" Gillian asked.
"Every once in awhile," Marla said, smiling embarrassedly.
"Some of those double dates we used to have!" Gillian laughed.
"Some of them were more like four-way orgies," Marla said.
"Yeah, they sure were fun," Gillian nodded. "Some of the three-way ones, too. Remember that guy with the crazy apartment?"
"Yeah," Marla said softly. "I've thought about that, about you and me, and-and about trying it with another woman. But...." she trailed off.
"There's something more relaxed about keeping it in the family, not having to hassle with jealousies and other stuff," Gillian nodded.
"Yeah," Marla agreed as they stopped for a red light.
They looked at one another, and Gillian's arm slid along the top of the seat as her foot pressed down on the brake. The sisters' eyes remained open as their faces came closer, closing only when their lips touched. Slowly, their lips parted, and Marla's fingers passed through the soft, auburn-and-honey waves of her sister's hair. Gillian's hand squeezed Marla's thigh just above the knee. Their tongues touched and caressed. Then their breathing deepened. Marla's free hand touched Gillian's waist, moved down, and gripped her sister's hip. Gillian's hand gradually moved higher, sliding Marla's skirt up from her full, shapely thigh. A car horn blared, and both women started. They looked back and then up at the green light. Both laughed as Gillian took the wheel and drove ahead. They glanced at one another after a block, a bit uncertain about the other's feelings. Then they both broke out in laughter. "Marla, I sure have missed you," Gillian said. "Missed having you to just see and talk with."
"Yeah, the same here," Marla nodded, realizing she had locked herself in a town where she knew nobody to really connect with. She had been buried under ridiculous attitudes she had created and accepted. She remembered Gillian's suggestion of picking up some new clothes for Gloria and thought it was a good idea-for herself as well as for Gloria, who was a lovely teenager. She....
... was wearing a drab one-piece bathing suit. On the other hand, Ted was naked. The two cousins were standing by the pool.
"I can't go skinny dipping, Ted," she said, glancing back into the living room.
"Why not?" he smiled.
"What if your dad should come back?"
"He never spends less than three or four hours at the Saticoys'," he assured her.
"And our moms?" she asked. "What if they come back for something?" she asked nervously, trying not to look at his semi-erect tool-which was tempting her to forget about her worries.
"Well...," he trailed off, unable to tell her that Gillian would call twice, letting the phone ring twice each time if they were returning. "Okay, but," he smiled, "how about a different swimsuit?"
"No argument there," she smiled, relaxing, and let her eyes move over his body as he turned toward the cabinet by the pool. For the first time she noticed there was little difference in his tan from where a swimsuit had been and the rest of his body.
"Here we go," he said, taking a string bikini belonging to Gillian from the cabinet. "Now, let me see that beautiful body!"
"You don't have to say things like that," she said.
"I do very few things because I'm supposed to," he told her. "And you are beautiful."
Blushing, Gloria slipped the straps of her suit over her shoulders and found herself embarrassed. Seeing this, Ted moved across to the table, his back to her as he poured a glass of tea. She smiled warmly as she realized what he was doing, and she pushed the suit down to step out of it. She looked up at the clear sky and around at the brick fence that gave them privacy, feeling elated at standing nude beneath the sun, free. She tossed the old suit aside and moved toward him, her eyes on the tight domes of his ass.
Hearing her behind him, Ted held the bikini back with one hand as he took a drink of the tea. Gloria did not take the swimsuit, and he glanced back over his shoulder to see her smiling shyly. He turned to see her standing with her hands linked loosely just beneath the downy V of her sorrel muff.
"Sorry to be so silly," she said, the forward curve of her torso accented as she rocked on the balls of her feet.
"Hey," he shrugged, "you're using common sense. I'll even put my suit on."
"I knew I was going to regret agreeing," she said. She grinned and he laughed.
"Get this on you before we forget what we decided," he said. Gloria reached out for the bikini, but Ted put the glass down and went down on one knee before the surprised girl.
Draping the bathing-suit top over his raised thigh, he fitted its bottom to her, his hand pressing it to her cunny. She inhaled deeply, her teeth indenting her lower lip's pout. Ted tied the strings at one hip, slowly smoothed the fabric over the rounded cheeks of her ass, and then tied the other.
The suit was too big for Gloria. Its strings were tied almost to where they joined the hourglass of cloth. It all draped out a bit loosely from her abdomen's curve and down into her box. Curlings of soft hair were visible above the bottoms, and the cloth draped away from the top of her anal cleavage in the back.
"Mom might have an even bigger fit over this," Gloria said as he stood, and she found herself less concerned about Marla's reaction.
"I'll take care of that in a minute," he said, and he pressed the triangles of the top to her breasts, cupping them, and feeling her erect nipples through the cloth.
Gloria's eyes lidded as Ted caressed her tits through the top. She fumbled with the strings as she tied them. The top fit snugly around her, but its cups were too large; they draped out so that her nipples could be seen from the side. Ted turned and picked up his briefs.
"Just a sec," she said, her fingers curling around his tool, which sprung out fully erect to her touch. She leaned down to slowly kiss his knob as her hands squeezed his shaft.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to straighten up, her hands joining behind her back. They smiled at one another as Ted slipped into his suit, and Gloria watched him take the one-piece suit to the table where he squirted mustard from the squeeze bottle onto it. He went into the house and returned a few moments later.
"I put it into the sink to soak," he smiled. "Wouldn't want that lovely thing stained, would we? And since you couldn't wear it...." he trailed off and she hugged him. "And as far as skinny dipping, and getting caught ... underwater we can't be seen before we know we're not alone." He grinned and they kissed.
Gloria let out a yelp as Ted leaned to the side. Over the edge of the pool they went, the water splashing around them. Coming up, they laughed. The water had pulled at the loose triangles of her bikini top, and now it covered just the centers of her tits in filled-in A's, leaving the russet discs of her aureolas exposed. The sunlight gleamed from the curves of her wet breasts.
Ted pushed down and forward, taking a deep breath. Gloria looked around for him. Beneath the surface, Ted saw Gloria's bikini bottom riding lower on her hips; the cloth was down almost to her slit. Her exposed pubic hair pearled with air bubbles. His cock felt hard against his thin briefs as he pushed back up, rising to the surface a yard away from her.
"What were you doing?" she asked with a smile.
"Exploring the underwater wonders," he grinned. "It really strengthens my support of Cousteau."
"Oh? Maybe I should have a look." she said and she went under.
She saw her cousin's slender, muscled legs moving and his flat belly. She also saw his cock bowed forward against his briefs, the edge of its knob defined. She started to touch him but drew back and went up for air.
They grinned at one another, their eyes sparkling, knowing what the other had seen. They swam about, and he began to imitate the theme from Jaws as he slowly started toward her, the bottom half of his face slipping beneath the surface.
"Oh!" she gasped with mock alarm and began to move away from him.
Ted swam faster, his eyes fixed on Gloria. She paddled back, her heart pounding. His face cleaved the water, the tune playing on in her head. Then he was upon her, and she let out a little yelp as he submerged.
She felt his hands on her hips. She tried to pull back, but he held on. His mouth was open. Her legs kicked in the water. As he pulled her to him, his chin pushed her bikini bottom down and his mouth pressed against her slit, the soft hair furling in the water. Gloria's eyes and mouth opened wide. For the moment, an observer would have thought a shark really had her. But the mouth at her loins was not biting. It was kissing; its tongue was flowing over her clit. She twisted in the water, groaning.
Her arms lifted as she started to go under, and she filled her lungs. The surface shifted and air bubbles rose.
The cousins slowly sank deeper, turning and turning. She pressed her lips together to keep from moaning. Her arms were lifted, and her long hair drifted up around them. His lips collared her clit, his tongue flowing over it. Her thoughts blurred as if she were going too deep. His hands held her to him, clasping her water-tightened ass cheeks. They drifted down and down, the press and caress of his lips and tongue sending cascading waves of ecstasy through her. His feet touched the bottom and drifted over it.
They hung there, weightless and without any sense of time. His lungs burned, the pressure in his chest growing. He began to exhale very slowly, gradually accelerating the stream of air against her clit as he kicked his legs.
Then they began to rise. She writhed in the water as the surge of air bubbled over her apex, streaming faster and faster. Her lips were trying to pull apart for a cry she couldn't control. The orgasms blasted through her. Her head broke the surface, and her cry came free, her body spasming in the water and against him.
His arms around Gloria, Ted rose, gasping for air, and they held each other as they tread water. They looked at one another with blurred eyes, water gleaming from their faces, their hair plastered to their heads.
"I--I won't ever be afraid to-to go back in the water again," she gasped. They laughed together under the warm sunshine.
Shopping for shoes, having cake and coffee, and then shopping for other clothes together had reminded both sisters of earlier years. Both were enjoying themselves. Having only brief moments of doubt, Marla had picked up a few items of the kind she had usually worn recently, but Gillian rejected them, warning her sister against backsliding. With a shamefaced nod, Marla shrugged and accepted Gillian's choices.
In a changing room together, Gillian was removing her dress, and Marla fumbled uncertainly with the buttons of hers. Putting the dress aside, Gillian looked at Marla questioningly. She was now wearing only her panties, the pegs of her nipples standing out from the uptilted, wide-based globes of her tits.
"What's wrong?" Gillian smiled.
"Just afraid to get my toes wet again after so long, I guess," Marla shrugged, and she began to unbutton her dress.
"That's understandable," Gillian said as she sorted through the clothes. Marla stepped out of her dress. "Well, you didn't get uptight about your undies, anyway," she said, eyeing Marla's low-cut, transparent panties and bra.
"Yeah," Marla laughed. Gillian held out a soft, wraparound dress of light blue. "Time to do it, huh?"
Gillian nodded and they both smiled. Marla slipped her arms through the short, wide sleeves, and drew the clinging fabric around her. Gillian handed her wine-colored cords, with which she cinched the waist. The georgette molded around the wide globes of Marla's breasts enticingly, cradling her high hips and outlining her long, full thighs. She turned for Gillian's approval, and the dress floated up and out, away from her lower body.
"Beautiful," Gillian nodded. "Don't you think?" Marla's expression was doubtful.
"Yeah," Marla nodded, releasing the momentary tension. "Your turn," she said, and she watched as Gillian slipped into a strapless cocoon of matte jersey.
"I like this," Gillian said, looking down at the way the fabric clung to her breasts. It outlined her nipples and molded tantalizingly to her body and legs as she moved about.
"Goes really nice with your hair," Marla said, noting the way Gillian's honey-and-blonde hair moved over her bared shoulders. The soft tan of the dress hugged the tops of her tits.
"Now this is the one I really want to see on you," Gillian said as she lifted a dress of chiffon satin in Chinese ivory.
Noting the slim halter top of the dress, Marla opened the wraparound dress slowly and stepped out of it. She realized she had to remove her bra to wear the dress her sister was holding and reached back to unsnap it. The cups pulled taut against her swollen breasts.
"As beautiful as ever," Gillian smiled warmly as the bra slipped from the ripe fullness of Marla's breasts. The wide, tapering nipples jutted up at an angle from the girlish bands of pinkish tan. "You always did have the nicest tits," she said, holding the dress for her.
"Bull!" Marla said. But there was pleasure in her smile as she slipped her arms through the ivory dress and lifted it over her head.
The satin caressed her breasts, and her eyes half-closed as she drew the dress down, its full ankle-length skirt flowing against her legs. She adjusted the halter top and turned so that Gillian could adjust the silk-ribbon piping down her back that joined with the waist ribbon. She took a deep breath, and the satin tenderly rubbed her nipples, baring the insides of her breasts. As she turned, the top curved out, exposing her nipples from the side.
"How does it feel?" Gillian asked, noting Marla's expression.
"Fantastic," Marla admitted, and they both chuckled. "Good. Now let's see what else we've got that feels good," she smiled, stepping out of the strapless cocoon.
"Gillian?" Marla said softly, her hand touching Gillian's arm as she reached out for another item of clothing.
"Um?" Gillian asked, turning toward her sister.
"I ... nothing." Marla shook her head and fumbled with the ribbon straps of her dress as she lowered her gaze. "No, what?" Gillian said softly as the halter top loosened from Marla's tits.
"I was just remembering," she shrugged, her tits quivering against the satin as she slipped out of the dress.
Both were now in their panties. They stood silent, their eyes meeting. A small smile came over Gillian's lips. Marla shrugged uncertainly. Their breasts rose and fell with their deepened breathing. Their nipples hardened.
"Yeah, me too. Remembering," Gillian whispered back to her.
"Keeping it in the family," Marla said with a nervous smile, her throat tightening.
"Yeah," Gillian murmured as their breasts touched. Both inhaled deeply as heat flashed through them.
As they leaned forward, their arms went around one another and their tits were crushed together. Their parted lips met, and their tongues joined in a stroking duel. Their groans were muffled within their welded mouths. Caressing one another, their thighs rubbed against one another's heat-filled cunny.
Gillian's hands slipped under Marla's panties, expanding over the rounded, girlish domes of her ass. She pulled Marla's hips tightly against her own. Marla's hands roamed over Gillian's back, pulling her tits tighter against her own. Their heads swam as their lips finally parted.
"You still taste delicious," Marla whispered.
"I'll bet you do too," Gillian said, pushing her sister's panties down.
"And you," Marla added as she slipped Gillian's panties down. They eased down to the floor together, their lips joining again.
Their legs curled up, and the panties were cast aside. Gillian's fingers slid through the lockets of Marla's sorrel-colored triangle, and she felt her sister's wide mound quiver against her touch. Their lips twisted together, their tongues stretching and turning. Marla's hand tightened and loosened against the auburn thicket of Gillian's loins, stroking and squeezing the low slung mound, working toward Gillian's clit.
They rolled from side to side on the floor, their fingers sliding against one another's damp lips. The sisters twisted their swollen tits together, their burning nipples pulling against the silky flesh. Their fingers returned to the damp warmth they had stroked years before, the contours and feel unforgotten. They trembled together, holding their groans back as their nooks spasmed. Their clits pulsed wildly against one another's hands, and their underbellies shook with convulsions of ecstasy.
Then their hips bucked, their cunts clutching at one another's hands. Their mouths widened, pulling against each other. They gripped one another tightly with their free hands, and their bodies writhed on the floor as they climaxed. Marla pressed her mouth into Gillian's shoulder to muffle her sobbing moan, and Gillian's widened mouth pulled against Marla's lustrous hair.
Gasping, they dropped loosely to the floor. Their eyes opened and focused, and they looked at one another with spent smiles.
"That-that's not what I meant," Marla whispered, her eyes following the languid caress of her fingers on her sister's breasts. "I mean getting me to blow off the self-denial, the denial of Gloria."
"I think you knew, down deep, that it might happen if you came to visit," Gillian said reassuringly, her fingers shifting within the drenched warmth of Marla's cleave.
"Yeah, maybe," Marla grinned. She glanced up at the latched door. "Think maybe we should delay doing more till later?"
"It might be a good idea," Gillian nodded, "but first," she smiled, and they hugged one another tightly as they kissed deeply again.
The triangles of the string top pushed out to the sides of Gloria's pert teardrop-shaped breasts. Ted sucked at her long nipples, his hands at her waist. Her hands were moving over his shoulders, and her head lolled against the edge of the pool. Her face was lifted to the warmth of the sun. He lifted his head, and she grinned at him.
"You know, sharks aren't the only danger," she smiled. Ted kicked back with a smile of curiosity. "There's also barracuda!" she said, mimicking the phrasing of the song, and she kicked off the side of the pool to dive under.
Gloria's hand caught Ted's hips and pulled his briefs down below his hard rod. Her body was stretched out straight from his. She thrust her mouth against his knob and slid her lips down around him. He inhaled deeply, feeling her mouth tighten around him as her tongue lapped and stroked. He could see her through the water, her outstretched body not unlike a fish to his blurring eyes.
Gloria's mouth moved with more assurance than it had the night before. She sucked hard, thrusting and pulling her mouth around his thickness. The blood raced through Ted, leaving a buzzing in his ears. She let go of his hips and twisted to turn herself. He groaned as her mouth made a 180-degree turn around his throbbing cock. He heard the phone ring twice, then ring twice again. It would be a little while before their mothers returned, so he surrendered to the overwhelming waves of rapture flashing from the hold of his cousin's mouth on his tool. It felt as if his rod had become an electric eel. Blasts of sparking heat were going up his spine. He shook against her and gulped air as his face went under.
Turning again on the pivot of his prod, Gloria's arms went out. Her feet moved and she was pulling away from Ted but her mouth's suction was strong enough to pull him with her. His come blasted free, and he cried out. Air bubbled out in a cloud around his face. His spend gushed through his bucking length, which her mouth was drawing on wildly. The hot brew surged into her mouth. This time she made no effort to keep a souvenir. She drank his jizm thirstily.
Ted broke the surface, gasping for air, and floated on his back. Gloria was beside him, smiling as she savored his taste.
"Wait awhile and I'll show you an octopus's tentacle," he promised weakly. He then turned into her arms to kiss her as he recalled that Marla and Gillian would be returning soon.
Literally floating in the aftermath of his climax, he wondered if Gillian had gotten her sister to loosen up. The thought was washed away as the cousins kissed deeply and without hurry, their near-naked bodies drifting in the water.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ted suggested that he and Gloria should probably be more discreet, since their mothers were due back, but he also noted the fact that the water concealed them below the shoulders. So they continued enjoying the caresses of one another's hands and body.
In returning, Gillian motioned Marla to stand back as she was starting into the living room in order not to be seen from the pool. Marla stepped back into the foyer with a very quizzical look.
"Why don't we surprise Gloria?" Gillian smiled.
"By doing our dressing-room act?" Marla smiled as Gillian opened her new blouse "Well, maybe not that big a surprise," Gillian grinned.
Ten minutes later, Ted looked over Gloria's shoulder and toward the house. He blinked with surprise. A wide grin spread across his face. The girl looked at him questioningly and then looked around. She did a double-take. Her jaw lowered as she stared with bewildered astonishment at her mother.
Marla was wearing a swimsuit. But it was not the concealing, ugly thing Gloria was familiar with. It was a strapless in steel blue. The tops of Marla's breasts were bared by the gathered front; multi-colored cords hung down from her deep cleavage. The bottom fit like a string bikini, but it rose to just under the arms, slender chains holding it together above her hips. The whole of Marla's loins but for her mound were bared, along with her hips and upper thighs. The fabric was molded to her flesh, outlining the firm contours of her stomach and her erect nipples.
"Well," she smiled nervously. "What do you think?"
"Fantastic," Ted grinned.
"Yeah," Gloria nodded as she came out of her shock. "Wonderful," she smiled, realizing what the suit meant about the change in her mother. She and Ted rose from the pool.
"That's a change, too," Marla said, nodding at the loose string bikini that the water weight caused to be revealing even more.
"Oh, uh, yeah," Gloria smiled nervously as she pulled the bottoms up over the top of her bush. The triangles of the top stood out even more over her pert tits.
Ted looked at Gillian with an eyebrow raised questioningly. She shrugged, rocking her flattened hand from side to side. He too shrugged, accepting that only a first step had been taken with Marla's transformation.
"We bought a lot of things," Gillian smiled at Gloria. She turned and her lace trimmed sheer Swiss-cotton-tulle blouse fanned out from the middle of her thighs to clearly reveal her side-slit dress of silk, the slit up higher than the bottom of the blouse. "And...." she said dramatically, motioning to Marla.
"... And there's a real wardrobe for you," Marla smiled at her daughter. Gloria looked at her mother with stunned delight.
"Oh, Mom!" Gloria said, and she hugged Marla tightly.
The four moved into the living room. Gloria went through the boxes and bags, squealing with pleasure as she saw each item.
"Now, why don't you enjoy the pool?" Gillian suggested. "My niece and I will show each other our outfits and model our favorites for you."
"Okay," Marla nodded. Ted turned back toward the pool as Gloria gathered up the packages. "Keeping it in the family?" she asked softly. Her eyes moved from her nephew and daughter to her sister.
Gillian grinned. She and Gloria went up the stairs, the girl chattering happily about the clothes.
"A beautiful suit," Ted said as he walked along behind his aunt, his eyes on her girlishly round buttocks.
"I'm glad you like it," she said, keeping her eyes from his hard cock, which was curved out from his loins. The taut fabric of the briefs outlined the shaft and knob. "I think maybe I'll get some sun before swimming," she said casually, taking one of the folded beach towels from the locker.
Marla spread the towel out. Her swimsuit pulled tightly between her nether cheeks as she leaned forward, and she stretched out her stomach. Her head was pointed away from Ted, so he could not see her subtle smile.
"You could probably do with some lotion," he suggested.
"Yes, you're right," his aunt said, raising up a little.
"I'll get it for you," Ted smiled. He was uncapping the squeeze tube as he returned, his eyes on her shapely legs whose length was emphasized by the high-cut suit. "Here, let me do your back for you." He smiled as Marla started to push up onto one elbow and reach for the tube.
"I guess that'd be all right," she said with an uncertain look and tone. "You're a nice boy," she smiled, lying down.
Ted knelt beside Marla and began to slowly caress the lotion into her shoulders and arms. She shifted a little as his hands knowingly moved along her calves, murmuring softly as he stroked her thighs, his fingertips sliding up their backs as his thumbs worked against the insides. His cock was throbbing, and he reminded himself not to rush this. Unseen by him, Marla dampened her lips. His thumbs sent vibrations up into the juncture of her thighs.
At the base of the suit, Ted's thumbs stopped. His eyes gazed at the way the fabric molded to the base of his aunt's cunt. His hands curved out and up, and his thumbs slid along under her ass cheeks. His hands moved over the exposed outsides of the lush domes, working the lotion into the flesh. His breathing became deeper as he stroked her bared hips. He started to suggest opening the clasps, but Marla spoke first.
"Could you get the clasps for me like a dear?" she asked softly. "Don't want to get my sides burned."
"Right," he said, pleased at hearing her suggest what he had been about to do.
Ted opened the clasps. His hands moved up and in from Marla's cradling hips to her narrow waist. He followed the supple flow upward as the openings narrowed. His fingertips slid under the cloth, curving to her rib cage. Then he felt the bases of her tits. He eased his hands back, moving back down, and then started upward again, planning to gradually move his hands under her tits as his caresses aroused her and lowered her resistance.
"Ted, are there little buttons there at the top?" Marla asked breathlessly. Ted looked down with confusion to see the buttons holding the suit together below her arms. "Why don't you open them?" she suggested. "It'll make-it much easier for you to caress my titties," she said. He shook his head, uncertain he had heard correctly. "And much easier to fuck," she added, lifting her face to smile back over her shoulder at him.
Grinning as he realized that she and Gillian had set him up, he slipped the buttons free. Ted took the top of the suit between his thumbs and fingertips and slowly lifted it, exposing the curves of Marla's back. He moved his eyes over the wide V of her anal cleft and then over the ripe cheeks, seeing the succulent juncture of her tush and the width of her mound. The sunlight glinted in the sorrel lockets of her triangle. His aunt started to roll over, but he pressed his hands to her now fully-naked fanny and began to work the lotion into the silky flesh. His thumbs moved down with the undercurves of her buttocks till they joined at the base of her mound. Marla groaned as her nephew's kneading thumbs sent ripples of warmth through her damp box. His massaging hands were sending roiling heat up into her ass. As her hips twisted against the towel, she moved her upper slit against it, working against the pulsings in her clit. "Now why don't you take that big cock out?" she gasped and rolled over when he lifted his hands.
Marla's lips were parted. The chestnut waves of her hair half-masked her flushed face. Straightening off his knees, Ted hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pushed them down from his slender hips. His aunt watched the fabric slide along the thrust of his thick shaft, following its length. Then his prod thrust out and up, the flesh taut. Marla's eyes moved to Ted's weighted sac, and she smiled as she rested on her elbows. Her suit was still covering her in front.
"Lovely," she whispered as Ted tossed his swimsuit aside. Her tongue touched at the corner of her mouth.
He curled a finger between the cloth and her mound and felt the damp heat of her cleave against his knuckle. She inhaled slowly, and he pulled back, drawing the fabric out from under her. Kneeling between her thighs, Ted pulled his hand back and the opened suit slipped down from Marla's ripe globes and the girlishly small aureolas. Her nipples were like thumb tips that tapered up and angled to the outsides. The defined, supple length of her belly narrowed within the frame of her in swept waist to curve into her flat abdomen. Set in a deep socket, her navel was just the size of her nephew's fingertip. She was moving sensuously against the beach towel as Ted slipped the suit from her lush mound. Her legs spread, he could see his aunt's husky pink lower lips lubricated with her juices.
"You and Gloria balled yet?" she asked as she held her opened arms out to him.
"Uh, not yet," he smiled, and leaned forward onto his hands.
"Now you'll be doing it by generations," she murmured as she felt his prod against her tremoring cleave and rubbed her nipples against his chest.
Their mouths joined, and Ted's chest pressed down against the wide orbs of Marla's, tits. Her hands moved down his waist as he shifted his hips, and she trembled as she felt his knob slip into her humid furrow. Their tongues moved together; her breathing came in gasps that flared her nostrils. Slowly, he slid up into her hot quiver, feeling her tighten around him.
He went fully up into her, and she gripped his hips tightly. Her body writhed beneath the lightness of his. Her lips pulled free of his, and she groaned. The thick length that filled her began to thrust within the contracting and expanding heat of Marla's channel. Ted's elbows were above her shoulders, and he slid his fingers through her soft hair while he unhurriedly kissed her face. His rod rose and fell, rose and fell within her clutching nook. It began to turn from side to side as his hips rocked in her hands. Her cheek slid against his as her mouth widened. Marla moaned, and it broke off in a gasp as an orgasm spun through her, its cyclonic force building. Her thoughts spun into a blur of rapture.
"Damn, but I'd forgotten how sweet it is," she gasped. Her hands pulled at his buttocks. Her hips bucked against his as the orgasms overwhelmed her.
Marla held her nephew to her as if seeking an anchor, and he pressed his lips down against his aunt's tits, drawing the long, tapering pegs into his mouth. Her body was moving wildly against him, and it was like being on a raft in storm-tossed waters, a whirlpool that was trying to pull him under cock-first. His mouth expanded against her tit as his body began to spasm against hers. Sparks of heat blazed up behind his eyes.
She had forgotten just how intense it could be. The convulsions of her depths sent her into a frenzy of ecstasy. Holding the boy's light body to hers, Marla lifted onto her heels and shoulders, her cunny wrenching around Ted's big thrusting tool that continued to turn within the swarming raptures of her underbelly. She sucked air to her constricting throat; a rasping sound came from her chest as her lungs were filled and her breath caught. Her flesh burned and her clit's maddening pulsations peaked. She climaxed.
The wild wrenchings of Marla's cunt eased, but the intensity of the vibrations continued. Ted thrust up high, running the top of his shaft against her clit as he felt his spend blasting free. The jerkings of his cock quickened the easing throb of her clit, and she was accelerated forward again, her climax extended as his prod jumped within the oven of her depths. Their strangled groans mingled, and his prod spasmed high inside her, his spend gushing free. The whirling of their climaxes filled their brains with brightness. Their bodies twitched in the aftermath of their culmination as they sprawled together limply, satiated.
Upstairs, Gloria had gone through the boxes and bags with little gasps of delight. Grinning happily, Gillian had watched as the girl tried to decide what to try on first.
"Why not start at the beginning?" Gillian smiled at her niece. Gloria nodded with a laugh, reaching back to untie the bikini's top string.
Gillian watched the triangles of cloth slip from Gloria's maturing breasts, the damp fabric having left the aureolas tightened and the cup-tipped nipples erect. Gloria plucked the hip strings free, and the bottoms dropped from the V of sorrel down that clung to the plump rise of her mound. The girl picked up a one-piece swimsuit of orange terrycloth and slipped her legs into it.
"Think I'll try another of my things," Gillian said softly as she reached back up under the transparent blouse to free the slender shoulder straps of her dress.
The silk garment floated slowly down, caressing the globes of Gillian's breasts and then her legs, revealing nothing was being worn under it. The girl blinked at the beauty of her aunt's body. Gillian was now wearing only the collarless flimsy blouse that fell to the middle of her thighs. Looking down with a flush, Gloria tied the swimsuit behind her neck. Her back was left bare while the front fell open loosely between her tits so that their insides were revealed.
"It's really amazing, Mom buying me this," Gloria said as she looked down at the scooped neckline. The terrycloth's softness shifted against her nipples. "I-I want to thank you," she blurted, and she hugged Gillian tightly.
Gillian hugged her back. The girl gradually became aware of her aunt's lush, naked tits against her upper chest. She also became aware that neither of them was stepping back. The heat was building between their bodies. Gillian's blouse touched against the backs of Gloria's arms. Gloria looked up slowly, and her hands slid down. Her eyes met Gillian's and the older woman smiled. Gloria realized her hands were resting against the tops of Gillian's lush ass cheeks, and she swallowed hard.
"Ted said you taste delicious," Gillian whispered. Gloria stared at her in amazement.
"He told you that?" she asked, feeling she should step back, but finding she did not want to end the embrace or release holding the silky jut of her aunt's full ass.
"We have no secrets," Gillian said. Her hands began to lift from the small of the girl's back. "Did you like his taste? I really like it," she said softly. Gloria was dimly aware that her aunt was untying the top of her swimsuit.
"Yes, but-you've tasted him?" Gloria said, wide-eyed. She wasn't aware of the terrycloth suit dropping from her tits until she felt the lushness of Gillian's lower breasts against her nipples. That sent flurries of heat through her swollen tits, and her knees threatened to buckle.
"Does he like your taste, Aunt Gillian?" Gloria asked breathlessly.
"He says he does. Why don't we see if we agree with him?" The woman slipped the terrycloth down from the girl's hips.
"I...." the girl murmured as she stared up into her aunt's gray-green eyes, feeling the lush warmth of Gillian's body against hers. "Yes," she moaned, and their mouths pressed tightly together, their tits squeezing against one another.
They gripped each other's fanny, pulling their naked cunnies tightly together while their tongues stretched and curled their joined mouths. Holding the girl to her, Gillian turned them, and they dropped back onto the big bed. She reached down, pushing at the swimsuit, and Gloria drew her legs up and free.
Pushing higher on the bed, the aunt and niece fell back. Gloria moved her hands over the fullness of Gillian's tits as the older woman sucked at Gloria's burning nipples. Their thighs shifted against one another's burning slit. Both of them reached down to stroke the other's deep cleave. They groaned as their fingers caressed knowingly. Gloria raised her hand, and Gillian's eyes opened, watching the girl suck at her fingers and lifting her own hand from Gloria's nest to follow her example. Staring into one another's eyes, they licked and sucked the other's taste from their hands.
"Ted was right," the girl smiled passionately.
"Yes, what a sharp son I have," Gillian chuckled. "You're delicious," she said, and they kissed deeply, their tastes mingling in their joined mouths.
Their shapely legs curled together, and Gillian looked at Gloria for a moment as their lips parted. Then she stretched back, and Gloria looked at her with curiosity as the woman's body moved away from hers. But then she moaned as their humid loins were pressed tighter. On their backs, their forked legs caressed one another's torso with their cunts and the bottoms of their asses tightly joined.
Gloria gripped one of Gillian's long legs, holding it against her stomach. Her upper arms pushed her tits in against the lower leg as she kissed it. Their cleaves twisted wetly together. Their burning lips kissed. Gloria's thigh squirmed against Gillian's tightened belly, her calf drawing down till it was across the globes of the woman's tits. Holding her niece's knee and ankle, Gillian groaned, her body arching as she twisted her breasts against the girl's legs. Their underbellies were throbbing, their clits pulsing, the juncture of their thighs seeming to fuse as they twisted and shook upon the bed. There were legs to the sides and under and over. They moved against the bed, and their hips lifted, shaking together as orgasms blazed through them. Gloria's mouth widened against Gillian's leg, her hands tightening as their hips bucked with orgasmic seizures. Gillian ground her swollen tits against the girl's calf, her head moving from side to side as she sobbed with ecstasy, her face flushed.
Their groans stopped abruptly, and they trembled together. Sorrel down and auburn curls curled wetly together around the shimmering pink of their hives. The air burst from their lungs and they writhed, twisting from side to side as their orgasms merged, blasting through them in contractions and expansions of exquisite pleasure that grew more and more intense, sending them into the rippling expansions that spread out and out to float weightlessly in sheer ecstasy.
Ted and Marla had rolled onto their sides. His prod had begun to harden again inside her cunt as they kissed and caressed. Absently, Marla wondered if her sister and daughter were enjoying themselves as much as she and her nephew were. A shadow fell across them, and she squinted up into the sun.
"Tsk-tsk," Jud said with a shake of his head. Marla looked up with uncertainty at her brother-in-law.
"Come on in, Dad, the water's fine," Ted grinned. Marla looked from father to son and she too began to grin.
"So it appears," Jud laughed. His eyes moved over the magnificence of Marla's naked body while he stripped.
"Gillian was right," she said as she stared up at Jud's erect tool.
"She usually is," he said as he lay down behind her.
"I meant about your cocks being alike," she murmured as she felt his shaft press against her ass.
"Yeah, probably hard to tell whose is whose in the dark," he whispered against her ear. His hands cupped her tits, moving them back against her chest as the centers of his palms rubbed at her wide nipples.
Ted's cock was almost fully erect again. Jud's abdomen slid down against the rounded, girlish domes of Marla's ass. She inhaled sharply as she felt her brother-in-law's bulbous knob at the base of her furrow.
"Which is which?" Jud grinned, and Marla's eyes widened as he began to slowly work his prod up into her cunt.
She had already felt filled with Ted's cock. Now her cunt was, in effect, being doubled. Dorsal vein to dorsal vein, they were moving in her, and she was amazed to find she could take them. Her orgasms were bursting. She was twisting and squirming with explosions and implosions of joy.
This time, Jud moved Marla's breasts against Ted's chest. Ted licked at her tongue. Jud kissed her ears and neck, his hands kneading her tits. Ted's stomach tightened and loosened against Marla's, his chest shifted over her burning nipples. The joined cocks thrust and twisted within the tight hold of her cunt, her juices flowing around them.
Jud's abdomen moved against Marla's ass. She gripped Ted tightly, her thoughts blasted away by the intense quakings of pleasure. Her pearl was sizzling against Ted's cock-or was it Jud's? She dimly realized she was no longer sure who was in front and which behind. She could not feel any separation between their cocks while they moved as one. Her depths raged with firestorms of ecstasy, her body twisting and bucking. She cried out. The orgasms were coming one on top of the other and overpowering her.
Ted began to work his cock out. Paroxysms of rapture went through his aunt. His shaft was tugging and twisting behind her clit. Her head lolled from side to side, her vision blurred. Then Ted was out of her. It took several moments for Marla to regain control of her vaginal muscles so that she could clutch Jud's thickness. She saw Ted's reddened tool coated with her juices, and she reached out toward him as he raised to his knees.
Gripping her hips, Jud began to lift her as he raised to his knees. Ted's hands gripped Marla's shoulders as she swayed off her arms. On her hands and knees, she thrust her ass back against Jud's stomach as he thrust and twisted his prod within her sweltering nook. Her head lifted as she sucked Ted's knob into her mouth, coating her lips with her own juices. Pulling at his thick trunk as she moved her lips down around the cock that had just helped glut her box, she drank deeply, easing her thirst.
Marla's body moved back and forth between father and son, her mouth sliding around the youth's prick, her cunt sliding around the man's, her mouth taking in Ted's cock while drawing out from Jud's, sliding off Ted's while squeezing back down around its twin. The kneeling man's hands on her shoulders and hips helped her keep her balance as she moved faster and faster between them, groaning around Ted's thickness. The men's bodies bowed forward, their hips thrust toward Marla. Jud's dorsal vein stroked beneath her clit, amplifying the reverberations of ecstasy. She groaned, and moved faster still, her nephew's and brother-in-law's faces strained with their arousal, her pistoning tugging at their come.
Gillian and Gloria had sixty-nined and had curled up in one another's arms, basking in the afterglow of their climaxes, kissing and caressing. When they got up, the girl started to put the terrycloth swimsuit back on. Gillian shook her head and took her niece by the hand. Gloria looked at her uncertainly as they left the bedroom and moved toward the stairs.
"But what about Mom," Gloria said softly as they went down the stairs, "and your husband?"
"Don't worry," Gillian said. She put her arm around her niece's shoulders as they crossed the living room.
"Well, if you...." Gloria started to say. Then they were in front of the sliding glass door and she saw her mother on hands and knees, bucking back and forth between the kneeling Jud and Ted, her hips twisting and her mouth sucking hard.
Stunned, Gloria looked at her aunt and saw her smile. She looked back to the three active bodies as they went outside. Then she smiled too, and felt her slit tightening and loosening as her clit began to pulse. Gillian and Gloria stopped a few feet away from the trio, and they began to caress one another as they looked at Ted and Jud's lifted faces, their climaxes near. Marla was gurgling around Ted's tool, her body shaking and her hands lifted to grasp Ted's thighs.
Gillian nudged Gloria and nodded toward Ted. The girl watched her move around behind Jud. She grinned as she got the idea and moved behind Ted. They lay down on their backs between the men's spread calves and lifted their mouths to kiss and lick the heavily weighted sacs, shifting Ted's and Jud's balls with caresses.
Ted and Jud groaned hoarsely as their balls and roots were caressed and kissed, their cocks were sucked by and fucking Marla. They shook, their spend coming free, and their bodies twisted off their knees, their hips thrusting. Marla's cheeks drew in tightly around Ted's rod, her cunt closing tightly around Jud's. She felt Jud's jumping beneath her clit. The three of them were climaxing together. The cocks jumped as the men's juices raced through them. Marla's box spasmed as her pearl's flarings raced faster and faster up to a single, burning pitch.
Gillian and Gloria eased back and grinned as they watched the twitching bodies drop together. Marla and the father's and son's faces reflected their fulfillment. Gloria smiled as she saw Ted's shaft slip from her mother's mouth and Jud's slid out of her still-tremoring hive. Marla's eyelids flickered; her eyes were on her daughter as they gradually focused.
"I...." Marla said uncertainly, unable to move or fully gather her thoughts.
"Thanks, Mom," Gloria smiled. Marla smiled back.
"Got your wax paper?" Ted asked. Gloria laughed.
"Wax paper?" Marla asked.
"I'm collecting souvenirs," Gloria laughed. She ran into the house, her long hair rising and falling above the movements of her naked backside.
"Looks like it's been fun outdoors, too," Gillian smiled. Jud rested his head in his wife's naked lap as she sat down with her legs spread.
"And inside?" Marla asked as Ted stroked her temples and brushed her hair back from her face.
"Very tasty," Gillian nodded. She looked up as Gloria returned with a roll of wax paper.
"Did someone say tasty?" Gloria asked as she knelt down. She leaned forward, her hands moving over her uncle's hips as she licked at his rod.
"Ah, you've got such a lovely daughter, Marla," Jud murmured as the girl sucked his prod into her mouth, filling it with his flaccid length to suck and lick off his and her mother's tastes.
"And you've got a great son," Marla laughed, her eyes lifting to Ted as she caressed him.
"And we've got great parents," Ted added as Gloria's head began to lift from Jud's thickening tool, her lips stretching it out from his body till his knob popped free.
"Well, I think it's time for Ted and Gloria to get on with things," Gillian said. "I'll keep the wax paper ready."
"What is it with the wax paper?" Marla asked with a confused laugh as the boy and girl looked at one another.
"Ready?" Ted asked. Gloria nodded after a moment, a shy smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
Ted stood up. He and Gloria moved to the pillowed chaise. Kissing, they sat down on it and stretched out, their hands moving over one another's body. Marla murmured as Jud returned his rod to her cunt. Gillian stretched out before her sister and pressed her mouth to the juncture of her husband's cock and her sister's nook, kissing the underside of his shaft and her splayed lips. Groaning softly, Marla reached down to tug at Gillian's shoulders.
Gillian shifted around as her lips and tongue continued to move over Jud's thrusting tool and Marla's clutching nook. Marla's hands drew Gillian's hips to her, and she pressed her mouth into the auburn thicket, her tongue stretching into the wetness of her sister's slit. Gillian's tits rubbed against Marla's stomach, and she moaned against Marla's cleave, her tongue thrusting along her husband's shaft. Her breasts slid against Gillian's stomach and Marla moved her head to the side as Jud moved his head over her shoulder. Their tongues danced together inside Gillian's cunt.
Ted and Gloria looked toward their parents and they smiled at one another. His weight on his elbows, he gently caressed her tits as he eased his hips down. Her eyes tightened and her shoulders pushed back against the chaise. Ted's knob eased up into Gloria's cunny. Her hands tightened around his hips, pulling as her hips lifted. She gave him a dazed smile as his shaft slowly moved up into her depths. He pushed upward off the balls of his feet, and the top of his shaft pressed against the top of her slit, sending vibrations into the pulsing of her clit. She groaned, her mouth widening, and their bodies pressed tightly together. His tool was fully within the tightening and loosening of her depths.
Marla's hips twisted and thrust between the steady movements of Jud's prod and Gillian's mouth. She murmured into Gillian's furrow, her tongue moving with Jud's. Jud groaned as his sister-in-law's box clutched and twisted around his shaft and as his wife's mouth moved over its underside. Gillian licked and sucked at them, her body squirming against her sister's as the two tongues centered in on her clit, catching it between them in a flurry of pleasure.
Ted and Gloria kissed deeply, their bodies tight together as their hips rocked around the movements of their loins. Her depths tightened and loosened around his thick length, sending waves of heat through him as he quickened the contractions and expansions within her underbelly and the pulsings of her clit. The chaise shifted against the poolside as their bodies moved with more urgency. Their mouths widened against one another's and pulled loose as they cried out. Ted's head lifted, his tightened face flushed, and he groaned from deep in his chest as his spend blasted free. Gloria's head whipped from side to side, and her hips bucked against Ted's as she felt his juices hose up into her. Her clit flashed against the movement of his rod. They rolled from side to side as they climaxed, and their moans joined those of their parents.
Jud's prick jerked within Marla's spasming cunt and against Gillian's mouthings. Marla and Jud cried out into Gillian's splay as it twisted against their tongues. His come blasted free, spewing into Marla's recesses. Her clit blazed against Gillian's tongue. Gillian drank her sister's nectar and the thick brew of her husband's jizm as it seeped from between his jerking thickness and Marla's quivering cunt lips.
Their heads clearing, Ted and Gloria kissed as they rolled onto their sides. They grinned at one another, and she reached down for the roll of wax paper as they looked toward their murmuring parents.
She tightened and loosened her vaginal muscles. His eyes lidded heavily as he felt his softened tool being pushed out of her hot embrace. Grinning, Ted leaned back, his rod slipping from Gloria's cunt. He reached down, and she inhaled deeply as his fingers scooped into her splay, gathering the mix of their spendings. She held a piece of the wax paper, and he wiped his fingers onto it, transferring the juices to it.
Jud pushed up onto his elbows as Gillian and Marla kissed one another's tastes from each other's mouth. He also watched his niece carefully fold the piece of wax paper, and moor it under the chaise. The young people kissed again and helped one another up. Their arms were around one another's waist as they walked toward Jud and the women. Gloria's tits were quivering succulently; Ted's prod was shifting from side to side. Light was gleaming from it and Gloria's muff's coatings of come.
"How would you feel about moving, Gloria?" Marla asked.
"Here? To this town? Sounds great," she grinned. "Sounds like something to celebrate," she laughed, her eyes on Jud's tool.
"I'll get your souvenir kit," Ted said, and he went back for the roll of wax paper as she knelt down to suck her mother's juices from her uncle's thick length.
"Um, you taste good, Mom," Gloria smiled over at Marla, and she went back to sucking at Jud, bringing him to erection again.
"And I bet you do, too," Marla said as she shifted around.
"Oh, she does," Gillian promised as Marla pressed her mouth to her daughter's plump mound.
Gloria moaned around Jud's stiffening tool as she felt Marla's lips against her slit. Gillian looked up at Ted as he brought the wax paper roll over. They both glanced toward the house at the sound of the doorbell.
"I'll give a peek to see who it is and be right back," he said as he handed his mother the wax paper. She gave his almost-stiff joint a squeeze as she nodded.
Ted moved toward the sliding door and glanced back to see Gloria's mouth moving around his father's hard prod as Gillian joined Marla, her mouth moving up behind her sister's so that her tongue slid between her niece's pert ass cheeks.
Looking out the window, he blinked with surprise. Felice was standing on the doorstep. A bandeau top was tied around her full, rounded tits and a pair of cut-offs was gripping her full hips. Grinning, he looked from her to the sliding door and darted across to where his jeans were. Pulling them on over his rock-hard tool, he moved back to the door and opened it after zipping up. "Hi," he smiled at Felice, motioning her in.
"Hi," she said. "I found myself free and wondered...." she trailed off, seeing his hard length pressing his pants leg out. "Ah, something one can depend on," she smiled, and moved her long fingers along his rod. "Anybody else here?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "How would you like to meet my parents?"
"Well, I dig you, Ted, but it does seem a little early for that, doesn't it?"
"No. I think parents should meet one's friends," he said soberly. "I'm a very old-fashioned fellow," he said, guiding the confused girl across the room.
They stopped at the door, and Felice looked up at his face. Her jaw dropped as she looked outside. Gloria was seated atop Jud, his cock thrusting inside her bouncing cunt. She was leaning back on her elbows, her head back so that she could lick the kneeling Gillian's box. Marla was licking the juncture of her daughter's cunt where her brother-in-law's prick was thrusting while his tongue was moving in her nook.
"That's my dad," Ted smiled as Felice continued to stare with a mixture of disbelief and arousal. "And that's my cousin Gloria he's balling. And that's my mom she's eating. And that's my Aunt Marla who's eating Gloria."
"You figure there's room for one more?" Felice asked as she looked at Ted with an aroused smile. The bandeau dropped from the lush globes of her tits.
"Oh, yeah," he grinned as he lowered the cut-offs from the golden fur of her abdomen and cunny. "We work on the family plan here."
Laughing, they removed Ted's jeans, and Felice squeezed his cock as they moved out into the sunlight to join his family.
"Don't act too smug," she told him as he leaned over to kiss one of her pearl-like nipples. He glanced up. "You haven't met my family yet." They both laughed.
