Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of sexual promiscuity and experimentation. All in the spirit of good, clean fun. But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to its inhabitants it is the norm.
SHE CRIED UNCLE!-a novel of fiction and a page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Clay Turner had just finished shaving and was about to make his morning coffee when the doorbell rang in his bachelor apartment. He wasn't surprised at having a visitor at such an early hour. Clay was a handsome man with a lot of girlfriends, and it wasn't at all uncommon to have one of them drop by for a morning fuck.
He drew on a silk dressing gown over his lean, naked body and went to answer the door.
But then he was surprised for, instead of a randy girlfriend, he found his lovely little teenaged niece, Sandy, standing on the threshold.
"Hi, Uncle Clay," she said cheerfully.
She was an adorable little minx, with curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a wide, exciting mouth-the sort that made a man think fondly of blow-jobs.
Her body was trim and nubile, with delightfully plump tits that thrust out saucily in her tight cotton T-shirt, twin peaks showing that she wore no bra.
Her hips spread out tantalizingly from her tiny waist and her legs were smooth and shapely, a great deal of thigh visible under her short skirt.
If she hadn't been his niece, Clay would have had the hots for her.
As it was, his cock began to stir.
"C'mon in, Sandy," he said, stepping aside to let her pass. "What brings you here?"
As she moved past him, her firm tits brushed against his arm-accidentally, he was sure.
"It's my birthday," Sandy said.
"Oh, shit-I'm sorry, honey. I forgot the date and I'm afraid I don't have a present for you," Clay said as he followed her into his apartment.
Her well-packed ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, and she swung it provocatively as she moved-but Clay supposed it was just her natural gait.
"Oh, that's okay-I didn't come over for a present," she said.
She looked at him impishly, her silken eyelashes fluttering over her blue eyes.
"I came for my birthday spanking," she said.
Clay grinned. The prospect of spanking her delectable little ass was pleasing.
He sat down in an easy chair and motioned for Sandy to stretch out across his lap, as she always had on birthdays in the past. But it wasn't the same at all. Lithe and agile, the teenager slid onto her uncle's lap and, as her belly pressed down on his loins, Clay became embarrassed.
His prick was beginning to throb quite noticeably in his silk bathrobe. To his credit, Clay felt ashamed of himself for getting turned on by the girl.
Still, he didn't suppose that the innocent little teenager would realize he was becoming aroused. She probably didn't even know what a hard-on was, he figured. But she did.
And that, in fact, was why she was there.
When Sandy had opened her presents that morning, she had been annoyed. Her mom and dad obviously still thought of her as a little girl, and they had given her frilly dresses and juvenile books-and even a fucking teddy bear. Sandy felt rather insulted.
What Sandy really wanted most of all for her birthday was a big, stiff prick. She was still a virgin, although she had done a lot of heavy petting, but now she figured that it was high time that she got fucked.
But there was a problem.
Sandy knew plenty of guys who would have given their balls to take her cherry, but she also knew that guys her age tended to boast and blab.
She wanted very much to get fucked, but she didn't want the whole school to hear about it. As long as it was her secret, the calculating little minx figured that she could tell every guy that fucked her that he had been her first lover, thereby pleasing plenty of young men.
Then Sandy had remembered Uncle Clay.
She recalled how exciting it had been, on past birthdays, when the handsome man had taken her across his knees and gently paddled her ass.
Her pussy had started to simmer at the memory.
And that brazen little vixen had come to call.
Now she squirmed across his lap as Uncle Clay laid his hand on her upthrust ass.
"Errrr-how old are you now?" he asked.
"You know!" she murmured, wriggling on his lap, pretending to dread the spanking just as she had when she had been an innocent young girl.
Clay's hand rose and hovered.
"One!" he grunted, slapping her lightly on the squirming cheek of her ass.
"Oooooh!" Sandy squealed.
Clay was sweating, his hands trembling. He hadn't had a piece of ass in three days and his balls were inflated like spunk-filled balloons.
The naughty teenaged temptress reached down and drew her short skirt up above her hips. Clay groaned. She was wearing a pair of n tiny bikini panties, just a wisp of cloth stretched tightly across her pelvis.
He could see the indentation of her asscheek where her panties had been sucked into that cleft.
"Two!" he croaked.
His hand descended again, and this time it lingered on her taut ass, kneading the firm mound.
Clay's cock was as hard as a rock now, carving its outline into his niece's slim belly, hot as a branding iron. Couldn't she feel it? he wondered. Doesn't she realize what she's doing to me?
But Sandy was well aware of the effect she was having on Uncle Clay-and loved it.
He spanked her a third time and, unable to control his urges, cupped her pert asscheek in his palm, letting his fingers slip down into her crotch.
The crotch of Sandy's panties was soaking wet.
She hiked her ass up against his hand, then ground her belly down on his prick. "Ummmm-it's nice to be spanked!" she groaned.
Clay stared down into her crotch in fascination. Her cuntslot was dragging the crotch band of her bikini panties right in, as if by suction. He could see a curly blonde coil of hair poking from the edge and then, as the panties sank in deeper, a pink cuntlip.
His fingers moved on the damp cloth, and Sandy whimpered and rubbed against him lasciviously.
Uncle Clay began to figure that his adorable little niece was no longer so innocent.
His hand rose and fell again, slapping her gently and then massaging her delectable asscheeks.
His prick was so stiff by this time that it was levering up like a crowbar, lifting Sandy's hips up as it wedged into her belly.
Clay was afraid he was going to cum in his bathrobe if the spanking went on much longer. He spanked her three more times, quickly, knowing he should get it over with before the situation got out of hand.
Then Sandy began to vibrate all over, her whole nubile body shuddering across his lap.
Clay saw a milky ribbon of cunt-cream seep out of her panties and trickle down her thigh.
His hand fell once more-and lingered. Whatever inhibitions Clay might have had were rapidly melting away in the intense heat of his lust.
Kneading her ass, he slid his fingers into her groin again, stroking her pussy through her soaking panties. She was so hot that he wondered why her panties didn't melt and his fingers didn't blister at the touch.
"Ohhhhh-don't stop, Uncle Clay!" she wailed.
Her ass was jerking, her hips pumping, her belly rubbing lustfully on his cock.
Clay slipped his fingers inside the crotchband of her panties and caressed her naked cuntslot. Her clit was smoldering like a fuse. Groaning with dark desire, he pulled on the explosive bud.
Sandy shook violently and his palm filled up with a pool of cunt-cum. Clay frigged a finger into her fuckhole and rubbed his thumb against her clit, frigging her through the fiery spasms of her orgasm.
Sandy creamed for a long time before she began to slow down, finally lying motionless across his lap.
"Sandy, honey, I-I-"
Uncle Clay felt guilty.
But Sandy turned and gazed up at him, a bewitching smile on her radiant face.
"That was lovely, Uncle Clay!" she moaned.
She shifted her loins on his hard prick.
"That was the best birthday present I ever had!" she whispered. "So far!"
It was early in the morning. And Sandy knew she had her whole birthday ahead of her.
CHAPTER TWO
The nimble teenager slid from her uncle's lap and knelt on the floor in front of him.
She giggled mischievously when she saw the haunted look on his handsome face.
"Don't worry, Uncle Clay. I won't tell anyone if you don't!" she whispered.
He started to reply, but his lips moved soundlessly. Clay's vocal cords seemed to be as stiff as his thundering prick.
The naughty little girl reached out and drew his dressing gown open. She gave a little whimper of delight when she saw how huge his cock was.
Sandy had jacked off a number of horny young men, but she had never encountered a cock as enormous or as shapely as her uncle's spectacular prick.
His cockhead was a flaring slab of flushed purple meat, bulging out from his thick prick stalk and pumping in and out like an inhaling lung.
The dark vein that ran up the underside of his cock was as thick as her little finger, pulsing along the rod as his blood pounded with excitement.
His balls were big as melons, and Sandy began to drool at the thought of how much spunk they must hold to be so huge and swollen. She licked her lips.
Pre-cum was bubbling out of his pisshole and running like quicksilver down his cock. Clay hadn't cum, but his preliminary seepage seemed as abundant to Sandy as the full loads she had pumped out of lesser balls.
Sandy's mouth, like her cunt, was still cherry
-but that, too, was a virginity she was eager to lose.
"I wanna get fucked, Uncle Clay!" she moaned.
Again his voice failed him. Clay knew that it would be wrong to fuck his niece, but the fascination of forbidden fruit only increased his desire.
She leaned close to him, feeling the heat of his prick waft into her lovely face. Her cute little nose twitched as she inhaled, breathing in the musky aroma of hot cockmeat and the starchy fragrance of his pre-cum.
"Somebody's gonna fuck me, today," she said. "It might as well be you, huh?"
"It's-it's naughty!" Clay croaked.
"I know," she said huskily.
Her hand slid out. She cupped his bloated balls, lifting them in her hand as if she were weighing the load they contained.
"Oooooh-you're so full," she sighed.
She tilted her head, gazing into his eyes.
"You're too full!" she whispered. "I bet you'd shoot as soon as you shoved it up my cunt, huh? I bet you couldn't even give some strokes for my birthday, before you spunked!"
Uncle Clay had no resistance left. As she jiggled his balls in her hand, gently squeezing, the man was overwhelmed by dark and depraved desire. The thought of breaking the taboo of incest with the sexy little minx drove him wild.
Her blue eyes glowed like melted cobalt as she gazed back and forth between his face and his prick. The tip of her tongue slid across her moist lips.
"Maybe I oughta take it in my mouth first, Uncle Clay!" Sandy moaned. "If I swallow your first cum-load, you'll last longer in my cunt, huh?"
"Oh, God-oh, yeah!" he groaned.
To his credit, Uncle Clay was thinking that maybe if he got his rocks off in Sandy's mouth and got some of the pressure off his balls, he might somehow find the will power to deny her a cuntful-that by committing oral incest he might be able to avoid fucking her.
"Yeah-suck me off, honey!" he gasped.
Her face turned from side to side, hovering over his groin, studying his cock and balls from all angles. Her panting breath billowed over his prick.
Although Sandy had never had a prick in her mouth, she had thought about it a lot, and she felt sure that she would know just how to do it without needing any instructions or practice or previous training.
She leaned in and pushed her salivating tongue out, licking lightly at his balls.
"Oooooh!" she moaned as the tantalizing flavor of his gamy balls registered on her taste buds.
She licked all over his balls, feeling his jizz slosh around inside the hairy bags and whimpering as she imagined what it was going to be like when he emptied the enormous cum-sacs down her throat.
She purred and gurgled happily, whetting her appetite on his balls as a first course before she moved onto the main course of his cock, followed by the creamy dessert of cum already heating up like a steamed pudding in his balls.
Uncle Clay stared down at the pretty blonde head that was happily wallowing in his groin, hardly able to believe that his young niece was going to blow him. He wondered if he was dreaming it. But if it was all a dream, it sure as hell was going to be a wet one.
He pumped his prick, making the long, thick rod jump as it towered up above her like an axle rising from his balls. His niece nuzzled, and his cock pulsed. She gazed at his prick like a hungry kid being offered a candy cane, salivating on his balls in anticipation.
Then Sandy curled her tongue out over her lower hp and placed it against the base of his cock, where the vibrant vein ran up the underside.
She very slowly drew her tongue up his cock, slurping and slobbering and bathing him with her drool. At the top of the stroke, she fluttered against the underside of his cockhead, where it flared out from his cockstalk and the vein spread out into the purple slab.
Uncle Clay moaned and trembled, and Sandy sighed as she found that cockmeat was even more delicious than ballmeat, making her tongue tingle as much as her clit.
She repeated the slow upward slurp, then crisscrossed her lapper as she traced along the raised ridge of his pulsing vein.
Tilting her blonde head, Sandy fitted her parted lips to his prick and pulled her mouth up and down, playing his prick like a flute.
Pre-cum oozed from his pisshole and slid down his prick stalk, into the corner of her lips. Her tongue swept it up and she drew back for a moment, savoring it on her sensitive taste buds, relishing the gamy flavor.
Her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed-and Uncle Clay's Adam's apple shot up his own throat as he watched her drink his slime.
"Yummy!" Sandy moaned.
His preliminary seepage was delicious, warming her belly like a fine cognac, making her mouth water for the full load bloating his balls.
Sandy was really enjoying the preliminary licking, but she was too hungry for his cum to linger long over the approach. Craning her slender neck, she turned her face down over his cock-knob and began lapping at the slimy tip.
She tongued all over his bulging prick and dipped into his pisshole as more pre-cum oozed out. Her saliva flooded on down his cock as she laved the knob, steaming as the frothy fluid evaporated from the hot meat.
So much creamy nectar was bubbling out that, despite her inexperience, Sandy knew that Uncle Clay was going to get his rocks off soon.
She kissed the slippery tip of his cockhead, then slowly fed it into her mouth.
"Yeah-suck my cock, baby!" he gasped.
Sandy's cheeks drew in as she nursed and her lips turned out around his cock, collaring the fat rod just below the prick-knob.
"Ummm!" she moaned as the hot mouthful flared, dribbling spunk onto her tongue.
She twisted her face, winding her lips around on his cock like a nut on a meaty bolt. She was staring down the length of his cockmeat, watching his balls balloon, eager for his jizz to shoot up through the core of his cock and squirt into her throat.
Uncle Clay reached down and stroked her cheek, then moved his hand behind her blonde head and gently urged her to move up and down on his prick in the traditional pumping motion of a classic blow-job.
Sandy began to willingly feed more prick into her face. Her head went up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, taking a bit more of his cockshaft into her mouth on every stroke.
Clay humped up to meet her, fucking into her face as she moved her head down, blonde hair tumbling over his balls on the downstroke.
She took all of his cock in.
"Unghhh!" Sandy gasped as his cock-knob jammed back into her throat. But she held it buried, her lips plastered around the hairy hilt, her chin pressed to his balls, and her nose rustling in his wiry cockhair.
Then she drew slowly back up, sucking through every tasty inch, purring with pleasure.
Her tongue was flashing against the underside of his cock as it sank in and pulled out through the oval collar of her lips. Clay's cockhead was sliming steadily, washing her tongue and lips.
Sandy drew up until only the tip of his smoking cock was in her lips.
"One!" she whimpered-and her mouth pushed down to the root of his prick.
She pulled up and paused.
"Two!" Sandy moaned, counting the strokes just as her uncle had when he was spanking her ass-and again she ducked down and gorged on his fat cock.
Her head rose and fell slowly and rhythmically. Sandy was wondering if the count would reach her age, or if he would cum before that.
"Three, four!" she said, playing his prick like a party favor and feeling the meat expand more with every greedy stroke.
Sandy reached the count of nine.
Uncle Clay jerked violently, throwing his head and shoulders back and fucking his cock up like a rocket.
"Here it cums, Sandy!" he cried.
"Ummmmm-ummmmm-ummmmm!" she moaned, pushing down and feeling his cockshaft ripple and pulsate as his spunk came rushing up through the tube.
His first spurt poured straight down her throat, so that she felt the hot flood without tasting it.
Sandy pulled her mouth back up to his cockhead in time to take the second foaming dose on her tongue. Clay's cum sprayed out, hosing her cheeks, washing her tonsils, and hitting the arched roof of her mouth.
Her tongue was floating in a slimy sea, like a pliable pink raft in a swamp. Sandy was gulping his spunk down hungrily, but his load was too much for her. Cum and saliva spilled from her lips and streamed down his cock. Then her mouth slid down and sucked it back up.
The girl was in a state of rapture. Her Uncle Clay's cum seemed as thick and as rich as condensed milk as she swallowed the nourishing nectar.
She watched his balls pump as more jizz sped from them and jetted into her mouth. Sandy sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. She didn't think that she could ever get enough of his succulent spunk to satisfy her.
Uncle Clay began to falter at last.
"Don't stop-feed me more!" she squealed, the words bubbling from her drenched lips.
Clay gasped and heaved up, squirting another dose of boiling jism into her gullet.
Then he sank back in the chair, drained and panting, looking as if he had been defeated by his own prick. He had stopped shooting, but the dregs were still seeping out in frothy trickles, and Sandy kept on sucking and bobbing up and down, draining him dry.
Then she pulled her lips up to his cockhead and folded her fist around his stalk, frigging up and down and milking out a few final drops by hand. She tightened her grip and drew her fist up slowly, squeezing out the last gooey drop like toothpaste from a spent tube.
She sighed contentedly and pulled her lips off him, tilting her pretty face back and opening her mouth wide so that Uncle Clay could see the last creamy mouthful streaking her tongue and cheeks.
Clay groaned as he saw his cum trickle down her gullet. Sandy licked her gooey lips, then leaned down and began to use her nimble tongue to lap up the stray spunk that had escaped her mouth and dribbled on down his cock, onto his balls.
Uncle Clay's balls were slack, deflated, and drained, but, to Sandy's delight, his huge prick was still standing rampant and rock-hard.
"I love drinking your jizz, Uncle Clay!" she moaned.
She gave his cock-knob another slurp, polishing the slab to a glossy luster. Then she leaned back, grinning. "Can we fuck, now?"-Sandy asked.
CHAPTER THREE
Sandy stood up and drew her T-shirt over her head. Her plump tits swung free, and Uncle Clay moaned at the tantalizing, delectable sight. Her nipples were standing out like little pink rockets, trembling to be launched.
She dropped her short skirt, then tucked her fingers under the elastic band of her bikini panties and tugged them down, ass and hips squirming saucily.
When she kicked the panties off, they were so soaking with cuntjuice that they fluttered to the carpet like a butterfly with wet wings.
Naked, the nubile niece turned slowly, posing for Uncle Clay, letting him gaze at her ripe body from all angles. She stood in profile, arching, and thrust her tits out, then turned her back to him to let him admire her heart-shaped ass. She placed her hands on her firm asscheeks and spread them, exposing the tiny brown bud of her shithole.
Legs apart, she bent over as if she were touching her toes, showing him her cunt from under her ass. Her cuntslot was gaping open, the lips unfolded, her pink pussy flooded with a tide of pussyjuice.
Sandy turned to face him again, loving the way his eyes moved over her naked curves, making her feel as if he were caressing her with his heated gaze.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Hummmm? Can we fuck?" she asked.
Uncle Clay's iron-hard cock bucked as if it were nodding an affirmative on its own. Then, grinning lustfully, Clay nodded his head. In the heat of his desire, incest seemed a taboo that was meant to be broken.
He stood up and let his dressing gown slip from his shoulders. Walking unsteadily, he moved away from the girl. Sandy looked dismayed.
But then he motioned her to follow him, and she did-into his bedroom.
They stood beside the bed for a moment. Clay's eyes moved over her body. She looked ready to be fucked. He slid down onto the bed, pulling Sandy with him. They kissed lightly at first, their lips just brushing teasingly together, then more passionately.
Sandy's lips parted and her uncle's tongue probed into her mouth. She sucked on it, then shot her own tongue into his mouth in turn. She smiled, knowing he could taste the remains of his own spunk which lingered on her tongue.
They panted heavily into each other's open mouth as they swapped tongues. Sandy began to squirm. She pushed her belly out and felt his iron-hard prick press an indentation from her pussy to her bellybutton. She trembled in anticipation of having his massive cock stuffed up her virgin pussy, and she wriggled against him.
Clay kneaded the plump mounds of her pert tits. His head dipped down and he licked at a stiff nipple, then sucked on it.
Sandy reached down between their bodies and folded her hand around his throbbing cock. Clay ground against her hand and cupped her cunt in his palm. His fingers slid in to stroke her fuckslot, dipping into the juicy pussyfolds. Sandy rubbed her pussy around on him for a pleasurable moment. Then she rolled away from him onto her back, arching her lithe young body and parting her thighs.
"Fuck me, Uncle Clay!" she whispered.
Clay hesitated, having second thoughts on what he was about to do with his niece. Sandy tilted her groin upward and jerked her hips invitingly.
"Please, Uncle!" she whimpered.
Clay groaned and climbed between her legs. Sandy gazed down past her upthrust tits. His cock was jutting up, his balls bloated at the base and cock-knob steaming at the top. Her cuntlips peeled open and thick pussyjuice streamed out, soaking her loins and running down into the crack of her ass. She imagined how deep his thrusting prick was going to plunge up her hot little pussy.
"Do it, do it!" Sandy moaned.
Dipping down and hiking his ass up, Clay angled his cock into her crotch. He shoved, and his prick-knob nestled in her slippery cunt. The hunk of cockmeat throbbed, sliding around in her gooey pussyslit and brushing against her clit.
He paused there, his rock-hard prick at her virgin cunt. Sandy was seething with desire. She writhed against him. Her parted thighs rippled and her back arched deeply. Simmering cuntjuice flowed over Clay's waiting cockhead.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Uncle Clay!" she wailed.
Clay gripped her asscheeks, lifting her loins a bit higher. He braced his thighs for the first thrust into her cunt. But Sandy's pussylips were already working on his cock-knob, sucking like a mouth, dragging the meaty slab of prick into her fuckhole.
Clay groaned as he felt his cock being pulled in. His cock-knob slipped through her cuntlips. His prick slid in deeper as her cherry pussy dragged him in, pulling and fluttering on his pulsing cock.
Clay's face was contorted with a grimace of lust at the sensations her virgin cunt was giving him. He looked down into her groin, seeing the pink folds of her cunt split by his fat cock, which was buried halfway up her pussy. Her seething pussy was pulling him in.
Clay had fucked her mouth like a cunt, and now her cunt was swallowing his meat like a mouth.
The girl's cherry cunt was like a suction cup. He groaned. It felt as if her tight cunt was going to tug his prick right off his crotch.
"Stuff me!" Sandy wailed in desperation. With her cunthole half-full, the horny teenager was yearning to feel it filled to the core.
Clay's ass jerked, his lean asscheeks tightening as he fucked his prick up into her cunt all the way down to the root, his balls slapping at her crotch.
Sandy cried out in passion as she felt her cherry go and her fuckhole fill to the brim with her uncle's throbbing cockmeat. He held it buried, giving the nymph a moment to savor the joy of her first fuck.
Sandy began to move first, fucking herself on his cock before Clay began to thrust into her.
Her ass churned, and she dragged her slippery pussy up to his cockhead, held there for an instant, then shoved back down and took it all in again.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she whimpered as his fiery cock hissed up her pussy.
Uncle Clay grunted and started to move against her, fucking his prick into the girl as she ground down on it, squirming wildly at the penetration.
Clay heaved up and rocketed his cock down from an angle, rubbing the full length of his throbbing prickshaft across Sandy's sparking clit as it sank in. Then he hauled her ass up from the bed and shoveled his prick into her with long, rippling, underslung strokes that began in the cleft between her asscheeks.
Clay pounded away frantically, and the teenager matched his savage pace. Her ass and hips danced under him as he fucked steadily away, burying his cock and slapping her ass with his swinging balls.
Sandy was arching and bowing, switching positions and changing the angles. Her face twisted with lust, turning from side to side on the pillow, blonde hair whipping across her cheeks.
"Ummmm-fuck my cunt!" she gasped, abandoned to the rapture of her first fuck.
Uncle Clay fucked her faster. Her cunt closed around his cock. Her inner muscles contracted, frigging on his cock as her clit exploded against his sliding prick.
Her lovely face was a mask of passion-and a hint of amazement, too, as the randy little girl realized that fucking was even more wonderful than she had guessed, that it was, if anything, even more fun than sucking off a prick with her mouth, although the greedy girl couldn't really be equally horny.
Her fuckhole had never been full before, but she didn't know if she could bear to ever have it empty again.
Sandy locked her slim thighs around Clay's flanks, riding him from below, bucking him on her heaving belly and tits. He pulled out against the clinging suction of her cunt and banged back in through her seeping cuntjuice.
Clay was pumping into her furiously, but the randy minx was moving even faster now, fucking herself silly on his fat prick. She slammed down as if she was trying to envelop him, balls and all.
She coiled and uncoiled, bridged and bowed, whining as her pussy began to melt around his cock like a wax candle on a smoldering wick.
Her cunt-cream was gushing out so heavy and thick that Clay felt as if he was sticking his prick into a pot of heated honey, stirring a bucket of paste.
"Cream my cunt, Uncle Clay-hose me with jizz!" Sandy gasped, longing for his fuckjuice as her cunt-cum kept pouring from her pussy.
Clay groaned at the prospect of spurting his spunk into his sexy teenaged niece. His balls braced against her curved ass like swinging sandbags, drumming against her delectable, upthrust asscheeks.
Then his massive balls exploded.
Clay rasped wordlessly, wanting to tell her that his jizz was corning, but only a gurgle came from his lips. But Sandy knew, and she whimpered in expectation.
Clay's spunk sped into the girl's creaming cunt in a boiling geyser. He fucked in, and shot again on the backstroke.
Sandy felt as if he was pumping her up with his cock, inflating her with fuckjuice. He hosed her with squirt after foaming squirt, and each time the girl felt more jizz slime into her, her fuckhole melted again.
Cum swirled into her melting pussy, blending with her cuntjuice. They jolted together, creaming each other off. Clay's balls kept exploding and Sandy's sizzling clit kept detonating.
Sandy looked down her belly, expecting to see smoke drifting out of her groin as the fierce friction of their frantic fucking set her on fire.
She didn't think that it was ever going to end-nor did she want it to. Uncle Clay could fill her with fuckjuice for all eternity and she would not object.
He fucked in, recoiled, hammered in and rebounded, his jism spraying from his cockhead. But, at long last, he was starting to slow down, panting and shuddering. The last of his spunk slid into her pussy.
Sandy kept on jerking against him, fucking her cunt on his cock even after he had stopped shooting off.
His orgasm lasted for ages-and Sandy's creaming lasted even longer as she greedily milked off her last spasms on his spent cock.
Uncle Clay gazed down into her lovely face, looking a bit troubled, wondering if now that it was over and she had cooled off, she might have some misgivings or regrets about giving her cherry to her uncle.
But Sandy's smile was blissful.
The horny teenager had only one regret-and that was that she had only one cherry to surrender.
Uncle Clay, seeing that she was happy, bent down and kissed her on her sensual, cocksucker's mouth. Then he gently tugged his prick out of her pussy.
His cock-knob slipped from her cunt. Sandy whimpered. Her fuckhole was empty, but it still felt stuffed, as if the pliable tunnel had melted and molded itself to the shape of his cock, retaining the outline.
And ready to be stuffed full again.
Sandy wanted to spend the whole day fucking and sucking with Uncle Clay.
CHAPTER FOUR
Despite the fact that she had given Sandy a stuffed bear, the fact that the teenager was a very sexy and nubile creature was not lost on her mother.
Vanessa had noticed the way the girl's plump tits jiggled in her T-shirt, and how her stiff nipples poked out, and how very provocatively her trim, shapely little ass shifted as the teenager walked across the room.
Sandy made Vanessa hot.
Vanessa was a happily married woman, and she hadn't sucked a pussy in years-since her dormitory days, in fact-but although her husband, James, had a nice big cock and kept her well-fucked, she had been thinking a great deal about how much fun cunt lapping had been.
Vanessa and her roommate had eaten each other out often and enthusiastically, and Vanessa had fond memories of those days. She was certainly not a lesbian, nor had her roommate been-but that didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy creamy cunt.
Naturally, being starved for pussy, Vanessa couldn't help but drool, admiring her daughter's sleek young body. She felt a bit ashamed of herself for having the hots for her own little girl, but she couldn't help it.
And there was no harm in a bit of fantasy, she reasoned. She would never actually do any thing with the kid-or so she told herself.
After Sandy had gone out, Vanessa poured herself a drink and sat down, thinking of all the women she was acquainted with and wondering which of them might share her inclinations.
She considered various possibilities, but discarded them. It was the sort of suggestion that had to be made delicately, and could prove very embarrassing if she happened to hit the wrong lady.
She was getting hotter and hotter, her thoughts flashing repeatedly back to Sandy.
She even toyed with the idea of slipping the girl a sleeping pill and eating her cunt as she slumbered.
Vanessa's pussy was beginning to simmer and juice.
James was home, and the handsome man was almost always more than happy to fuck her but, at the moment, Vanessa didn't feel like getting fucked.
She pulled her skirt up and, sprawling back wantonly in her easy chair, began to rub her cunt, dipping her hand down inside her soaking panties.
When her fingers were juicy, she brought them up to her lips and licked them. She slid her hand down and cupped her cunt. Cream pooled up in her palm. She held her open hand under her chin and lapped up her own cuntjuice like a hungry kitten.
Her nectar was tasty, turning her on, but licking it up by hand was not all the same thing as sucking it straight out of a melting fuckhole.
She had just slipped her hand into her groin again when James wandered in.
He blinked in surprise, then grinned.
Vanessa gave him a slightly sheepish smile and kept on rubbing her cunt, squirming and wriggling as she stroked and caressed her pussy and pulled on the explosive little bud of her tingling clit.
Seeing his wife playing with her pussy and correctly guessing that she was horny, James made the perfectly natural mistake of assuming she needed some prick.
He opened his pants dropped them, stepping out of them. His cock towered up like a howitzer at full trajectory, as if he might suddenly lob a creamy cum-shell at his wife from across the room.
He advanced, grinning in anticipation. His balls had swollen so much that he was walking like a cowboy, thighs bowed around the bags.
He sank to his knees and tugged Vanessa's panties down her hips and thighs. She squirmed and hiked her ass up from the chair to allow the soaking garment to slide down. James drew them from her feet and tossed them aside, gazing between her lovely, long legs.
Her cunt was open, unfurled like a fleshy flower. Her fuckslot was drenched and her stiff love bead stood out like a pink stump in a swamp.
James wrapped his fist around the hilt of his hard cock and, kneeling between her thighs, started to guide his cockhead into her pussy.
"Darling-suck me first!" she whispered huskily.
James released his prick and dropped his head onto her steaming cunt. His tongue flailed in her pussy and his lips worked on her cuntslot.
Muff-diving merrily, he munched away, his face turning in her crotch like a terrier shaking a wet rat. Vanessa jerked her pussy against his mouth, mopping him with her gooey cunt, sliming his face from chin to brow.
"Ummmm-ummmmm!" she moaned.
She held his head cradled in her crotch, pumping her hips. Then she clamped her lush thighs around his face, trapping him in a velvet vise.
Vanessa was making believe that it was a woman's mouth gobbling on her cunt.
She pretended that her husband was her roommate.
Then, blushing at her own fantasy, she imagined that the face between her locked legs was her daughter's.
Vanessa threw her head back, panting, her lips working as if she actually was mouthing a cunt. Her tongue pushed out, as hot and tingly as her clit.
She envied James as her cuntjuice soaked his tongue and bubbled past his parted lips.
James gurgled and gulped. The flow from her fuckhole was getting hotter and thicker and richer as her cuntjuice turned to a tide of cunt-cum.
"Ooooooh-darling-I'm creaming!" she wailed.
But James already knew that, since he happened to be drinking her steaming cunt-cream.
He held her by the firm cheeks of her ass, pulling her loins up onto his face. His mouth was glued to her cunt, nursing and sucking and milking voraciously.
"Drink me-drain me off!" she whimpered.
His tongue lashed against her clit, humming away like a vibrator. Then he sucked the taut bud into his lips, feeling it explode. Vanessa's clit was going off like a blasting cap and her cunt was melting.
Her thighs clamped over his face, then flew open, giving him free rein to wallow in her groin. Waves of fiery sensation lanced across her belly and shot up and down her trembling thighs.
She cried out at the highest crest, forgetting her fantasies for the moment, lost to the joyful sensation of creaming off in his eager mouth.
Cunt-cum poured down her crotch, lathering her loins and soaking into the tight crack of her ass. James ducked down and lapped the overflow out of that musky cleft, then clamped his mouth on her cuntslot again.
Vanessa sighed and slumped back, smiling dreamily.
James gave great head, as talented and enthusiastic as a cunt lapping girl, and Vanessa was well-satisfied-if only she had a cunt to suck off, herself, now.
But she didn't-and while her pussy was happy, her mouth and tongue were still hot and horny.
James kept on happily lapping away until he was certain that he had worked off every spasm and sucked out every drop of her cuntjuice. He tongued her cuntlips and clit and dipped into the intricate inner folds of her pussy, slurping up the sweet dregs.
How lucky her husband was to have a creamy fuckhole that he could eat out, Vanessa thought.
After awhile, James lifted his head out of her well-sucked groin, his jaws dripping lavishly with cunt-cum. He grinned at her, licking his lips.
Vanessa leaned down impulsively and clamped her mouth on his, kissing him passionately, tasting her own delicious pussy nectar on his tongue and lips.
James was more than ready to empty off his cock and balls by this time. As they kissed, his prick loomed up at an angle, the purple cockknob pulsing over his stomach, pumping in and out like a breathing lung.
Vanessa licked his lips clean, then squirmed back in the chair. Her ass was perched on the edge and she tilted her cunt up, welcoming a cuntful of cockmeat-although, at the moment, she would have preferred a mouthful of hot cunt.
James hiked his ass up, angling his iron-hard cock down, levering it into her crotch. He fitted his cockhead into her pussy and pulsed his prick sinew, making the fat slab flare and throb in her pussy.
"Shove it up me-fuck my ass off!" she gasped.
She was certainly looking forward to it. Yet even as her handsome husband prepared to throw a fuck into her, Vanessa was still wondering where she was going to find a cunt to suck.
And then the horny woman had a wonderful idea.
She knew that her bachelor brother, Clay, had a lot of kinky girlfriends. Surely Clay could find her a suckable pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
As her daddy began to fuck her mother, Sandy had just finished fucking with Uncle Clay.
He was sprawled out beside her, grinning happily. Any reservations that he might have had concerning incest had been blown away with his cum wad.
Sandy sat up and tilted her head down, staring at her dribbling cunthole. Fucking was hot work! She half expected to see wisps of smoke pouring from her fuckhole after all the fiery friction.
Fucking was even more fun than sucking pricks, she had decided-although there wasn't much in it, both were lovely and it was great to have the option.
She thought that now she would suck his cock again for awhile, then fuck him after she had mouthed it up nice and hard and hot. But she would take her time about it. She still thought they had all day alone together, not realizing that her mom was making plans to visit.
She started to go down on him, and Uncle Clay pushed his prick up to meet her. But then Sandy noticed an interesting array of garments beside the bed.
There was a black cowboy hat hung on the back of a chair and, draped under it, a Lone Ranger type mask. On the seat of the chair rested a riding crop with a rubber tip, and a pair of boots, complete with blunt spurs, lay on the floor. These things were obviously too small for her uncle and their presence in his bedroom intrigued the girl.
"Who wears those?" she asked.
Clay grinned.
"One of my girlfriends," he said. "She likes to dress up."
"Kinky!" Sandy gasped. "Can I wear them, Uncle Clay?"
"Sure," he said.
Sandy pulled the boots on, and then the hat. She fixed the mask to her eyes and picked up the rubber whip. She walked over to the mirror and studied her reflection.
She grinned, thinking that she looked sexy and sinister, naked and nubile between the hat and the boots, the black mask across her eyes.
"Wanna play horse?" she asked.
Clay smiled and moved off the bed, getting down on all fours on the floor. Sandy straddled him, then squatted down on his back. He began to crawl around the room and she rode him, squirming and wriggling. Her slim thighs rippled with sinew as she rubbed her naked crotch up and down along his arched backbone.
Pussyjuice glistened up his spine as she soaked him from the crack of his ass to the back of his neck.
She paddled his ass with the rubber whip and kicked the blunted spurs against his flanks.
He snorted and pawed at the floor, reared up and bucked, playing the frisky stallion. His cock was enormous again, swinging under him. He felt her hot cuntjuice up and down his backbone.
Sandy could have gotten her rocks off on his back, if she had wanted to. But that seemed kind of silly-when his cock was so available.
She leaned sideways, like an Indian circling a wagon train, looking under him. Playing the horse, Uncle Clay looked like he was hung like a horse, as well.
She squirmed up and squatted on his neck, juicing him with pearly pussy nectar.
"Roll over, Trigger!" Sandy groaned.
Clay turned under her and stretched out on his back, his lean body bridged up. His prick was towering like a lighthouse from his loins, and his balls were fully inflated again at the base of his pillar of prick.
Saddled on his torse, Sandy slid up and down, soaking his chest and belly. She shoved back and his huge cockshaft nudged into the crack of her ass, reminding the adventurous cowgirl that her shitchute was still cherry.
She was sure that Uncle Clay would be happy to take care of that before the day was over.
She reached behind her ass and fondled his cock and balls. His prick was as hard as a saddle horn and she was tempted to push her pussy onto it. But his face looked inviting as well-and Sandy thought they had all day.
She began to inch on up his body, thighs tensing, cunt fluttering on his belly, then his chest. Uncle Clay tilted his head back and his tongue slid out, flickering invitingly from his parted lips.
"Ride my face, honey!" he gasped.
Sandy shifted up and knelt over him, her cunt poised just above his mouth. Her hips rolled and her pussy circled over his face like a bird of prey ready to dive.
He jerked his head up and his tongue tapped against Sandy's tingling clit.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed.
She dipped both hands into her groin, the riding crop angled up, and spread her cuntlips wide apart. Then she sank down, plastering her pussy to his mouth.
Uncle Clay's tongue shot up into her fuckhole, and his lips pulled on the gooey gash. Sandy whimpered and whined, grinding her crotch on his eager face. She was pulling her pussy open so wide she seemed to be trying to stretch the pliable folds right over his head.
"Yeah-yeah-tongue fuck me, Uncle Clay-" she groaned as his lapper slithered into her cunt and laved away at the wet inner creases.
He held her by the hips, drawing her groin down onto his face as he gulped on her pussy. She jerked and wriggled on the saddle of his head, mopping her cunt on his mouth. Her thighs rippled as if she were riding at a trot.
Then she began to rotate.
Without removing her cunt from his face, Sandy slowly turned, revolving through a half circle so that, still squatting on his head, she was facing the other way.
She bent down and took his towering prick into her hungry mouth in a sixty-nine position.
Her head went down and her ass hiked up as she moved like a rocking horse.
Clay's cock plunged into her mouth and his tongue shot up her cunt. Her eyes gleamed lasciviously in the eyeholes of the black mask, and a few strands of curly blonde hair fell from under her wide-brimmed hat.
Clay wedged his head up and tongued away into the crack of her ass. Sandy curled around and lapped at his balls, then mouthed his cockhead again.
She had intended to enjoy oral sex as foreplay preceding another fuck but now, locked together in the position of inverted love, Sandy wasn't inclined to dismount.
Her head jumped merrily on his cock and her ass churned as she rode his face. She swallowed down to the hilt of his prick, and his tongue quested as far up into her foaming fuckhole as it would extend.
His niece's cuntjuice was bathing his tongue and washing over his parted lips, and a few drops of pre-cum oozed from his pisshole, sliming her tongue. Sandy purred joyfully, swallowing her uncle's jizz.
She pulled up to his cock-knob.
"Let's cum together, Uncle Clay!" she moaned. "Let's both cream each other!"
His reply was muffled on her cunt, but it was affirmative and enthusiastic. He was sucking with pleasure, and Sandy began to dive on his cock rapidly, eager to bring him to the peak and trying to hold back her own orgasm so that they could slime simultaneously in each other's mouth.
"Shoot-ulphhh-shoot off-umpfff!" she moaned as her clit began to spark, smoldering like a fuse about to set off her explosion.
Her lips slurped down and she felt his iron-hard cock ripple and swell. She groaned in expectation.
Suddenly her mouth was full of cum.
Sandy sputtered and swallowed and let her own orgasm go off at the other end. Uncle Clay heaved up and down, spurting gooey geysers into her throat, filling her mouth up again each time she drank the stuff down.
Jizz spilled from her lips, overflowing onto his balls. Her head bobbed down, hat flopping about, as she reclaimed the slimy spillage.
Her pussy was dissolving, feeding Uncle Clay almost as much cunt-cum as he was feeding his spunk. She could hear him swallowing as she greedily gulped away on his exploding cock.
They wound down together.
Uncle Clay hosed her with a last spurt, and then the dregs came out in a trickle onto her tongue. Her clit spasmed and she fed him a final flow.
Shuddering, Sandy slumped over him. Uncle Clay was lapping up the dregs of her pussy, and she still had his prick in her mouth.
His cock was still wonderfully hard and swollen.
Sandy sucked softly and gently on his cockhead, staring down the length of his prick and watching his potent balls begin to fill up again.
Well-sucked and well-fed, the naughty teenager was looking forward to fucking some more.
She wanted to ride Uncle Clay's cock for hours.
CHAPTER SIX
James was stirring the head of his prick around in Vanessa's cuntslot and rubbing the tip against her clit, a preliminary caress that the randy woman normally welcomed. But she had creamed in his mouth already, taking the immediate pressure off her loins, and now, although she was squirming against him in an automatic response, her imaginative mind was elsewhere.
She had decided that her plan to approach her bachelor brother was an excellent one. She knew that Clay wouldn't be shocked by her perverted passions. Once, during a school vacation, she had confessed to him that she was having a steady oral affair with her female roommate. The admission had delighted Clay-and the immediate swelling in his pants, giving proof of it, had delighted Vanessa, in turn.
She had been tempted to ask him if he wanted her to empty his hard-on for him.
But they had been interrupted at that point, so Vanessa had never had a sexual encounter with her brother, although she had thought about it quite often while she was fingerfucking herself. She assumed that Clay also fantasized about her when he was beating his cock.
Now she was entertaining very naughty plans.
If her brother could find her a lovely lady, she would certainly be grateful-and Vanessa intended to offer Clay a fuck or a suck as a reward.
Just then James' big cockhead gave a mighty lurch in her fuckhole, and Vanessa whimpered, her attention returning to her present circum stances.
James was holding his cock as he moved the purple slab around in her pussy. Pasty goo was oozing from his cock-knob, plastering her cunt.
"Don't tease me, darling-stuff me!" she whined.
James braced his knees on the floor and tightened his ass. He began to fuck in slowly. Her cuntslot sucked and his bloated cockhead vanished.
He moved his hand away, leaving his naked cockstalk standing out like a pipeline between his balls and her cunt. Vanessa's cuntlips pulled, parting like a hungry mouth. Her fuck chute began to suck him in deeper.
Inch by inch his prick disappeared.
Her cuntsleeve was writhing and rippling on his cock. He wasn't fucking-her pussy was sucking him in. Her cunt worked like a pliable wringer, clamped like a soft vise, caressed him like a squeezebox.
He stared down, watching his cock vanish into her juicy cunt, going in like a fence post being driven into the ground.
Her pink pussylips distended greedily, pulling down on his cock and, with a sudden lurch, his long, thick prick sank in to the hilt. His balls rolled in below his cock and pressed the curve of her ass.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed.
Her cunt contained him, enveloping his prick to the base of his shaft. Her cuntlips were pasted to the hairy hilt, her clit flaring. He pulsed his cock muscles, making the shaft lever up her fuckhole and the swollen cock-knob flare in her pussy.
James pulled out very slowly, tugging back against the clinging suction of her pussy. Inch by inch his glistening cock emerged, until only the wedge-shaped slab of his enormous cockhead was in her cunt, smoldering away like a burning ember, sizzling in her creamy seepage.
Then he fucked it all in again.
"Oooooh-hammer me, darling-screw me silly!" Vanessa groaned, wriggling on his cock, pushing her cunt down to meet him as he thrust in.
Vanessa jerked down spasmodically as James poured the prick to her, feeding the fuel up into the throat of her fuckhole, firing her furnace.
He fucked it in like a log sinking into quicksand, then yanked it back out. Her elastic cuntlips were dragging out on the backstroke, pulling her pussy open. Cream slid down her groin and soaked into the crack of her ass, making the chair slippery under her.
Her ass splashed in her own cuntjuice as she pistoned her pelvis in and out on his prick. His cock was swelling on every lunge, filling her cuntsleeve to the brim and plowing to the very core.
Vanessa had forgotten all about her naughty plans for pussy-sucking and sibling incest as the wanton wife abandoned herself to marital fucking.
She threw her lush thighs around his hips, hooking her knees and clamping herself to his loins.
Her heels drummed on the cheeks of his ass, then locked, squeezing him in a scissor grip.
James pumped away between those firm thighs, stuffing her cunt as she undulated around him, still fucking with a deliciously slow and controlled rhythm.
Vanessa's legs parted again. Her feet arched up and she began to pedal in the air behind his haunches, as if she were pumping a bicycle up a hill.
His meat fucked in and came out steaming from her juicy pussy. His cock was hot, yet he thought that her smoldering cunt was even hotter, threatening to blister his balls with the cuntjuice flooding out.
He began to fuck in harder. Her firm, shapely ass tilted up from the chair as he filled her pussy, then flopped back down as he drew back out. He fucked in faster, but withdrew with tantalizing slowness so that Vanessa could feel every inch of cock pulling down her cunt.
"Oh-oh-ahhhh!" she cried out as her insatiable cunt began to rise to another peak of passion on the friction of James' cock.
Tides of feeling surged across her loins and fiery waves rippled up her pumping legs. Vanessa threw her knees up, arching her body. Her bent thighs rose higher, and she hooked her knees over his shoulders.
The agile woman had rolled up into a hoop in the chair-a wheel of flesh into which he fucked his cock. James plunged straight into her, plugging her cunt with his ramrod prick.
Vanessa was creaming off abundantly. His cock slid up her fuck chute like a torpedo, slashing through a whirlpool of pussyjuice.
Her feet kicked convulsively behind his head as he fucked in, coring her cunt like an apple. Her knees jerked up to her fat tits and her head craned down, almost as if she were eating out her own cunt.
"Cum in me-shoot up me!" she moaned.
James grasped her curved ass and ground in frantically. His balls swung against her ass and burst, sending his cum spurting up his tube.
Hot lashings of jizz hosed her pussy.
He shot fucking in and shot again on the backstroke, pouring his juice out in steaming streams. Her cunt-cum gushed out, blending with his boiling oil. As his cock stuffed her full, their combined cream came dribbling out from her fuckslot, turning her groin to a swamp.
Each time Vanessa felt another wad of spunk shoot into her, she creamed again. Her greedy cunt was spilling out almost as much juice as James was squirting up it.
Groaning, James shot his last spurt into her and held steady, his spent cock buried in her cunt.
Vanessa wriggled around like a fish on a hook, grinding her own sweet climax off to the end.
He kept his prick in her for a few moments, then drew his cock out as it had gone in, inch by inch. Vanessa's face was still tilted down, and she watched his drained but still fat prick come dragging from her fuckslot.
His cock-knob popped free, bobbing up and down on the end of his prick. Her vacated cuntslot was flooded with cum-juice.
The sight fascinated Vanessa.
Legs still drawn up, the woman tried to crane her neck down just a bit more. She was trying desperately to get her mouth on her own soaking cunt.
If only she had been able to go down on herself, all of Vanessa's fondest desires would have been answered, all of her hopes fulfilled, her problems solved.
If she could have eaten her own cunt out, satisfying both mouth, pussy, tongue, and clit at the same time, Vanessa would have been content with her lot.
But she fell short, frustratingly short. Her questing tongue stirred in the curly thicket of her blonde cunt bush, but could not quite reach her cunt or clit.
James knelt back, grinning with amusement at his wife's futile attempts.
He could hardly blame a woman for trying her best to suck her own cunt.
But he had no idea that Vanessa, unable to eat out her own creamy pussy, was desperate to sink her tongue into some other girl's pussy.
And neither of them could have even imagined who that other girl was going to be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With her neck craned down over her curled up body, chin on her tits and mouth hungrily questing for her cunt, Vanessa glanced up and blushed rather sheepishly when she saw her husband grinning in amusement at her efforts.
She straightened up and shrugged, managing to smile, but not really embarrassed.
James' cock was semi-soft, looping out from his body in a meaty coil.
Vanessa was tempted to suck him up to another hard-on and fuck some more. But now her thoughts had turned to cunt lapping once more, her hunger inspired by her failed efforts to go down on herself and by the tantalizing fragrance of pussyjuice wafting from her cunt.
She got up from her chair and, telling James she was going to take a shower, went upstairs. In the bedroom, she tried again to get her head between her legs.
She lay down on the bed and heaved her ass up and over so that her knees rested on either side of her upturned face. She raised her head as high as she could, holding herself by the cheeks of her ass and pulling down.
She almost made it-but fell inches short. Her cunt was hovering just over her parted, panting lips. Her tongue flicked out as far as it would reach. Her breath billowed up into her open pussy and the oval slot widened. A drop of cum and cuntjuice, mixed together, ran down her distended clit and dropped off to splatter on her lips.
It was driving her wild. She rolled back into a sitting position and, feet on the bed, knees raised up, tried to bend her lithe torso up into a circle. Again she almost made it, but not quite. She began to finger fuck herself and lick her fingers, switching hands. One hand sank into her fuckhole slathered with saliva as the other came up to her lips, gooey with cunt-cream.
She licked her fingers, then pushed them into her mouth and sucked on them as if they were a prick that had just been withdrawn from a pussy.
But she was only frustrating herself more, becoming so starved for cunt that she thought that her tongue was going to melt in her mouth.
Vanessa decided to visit her brother immediately.
If she was lucky, that handsome man might even happen to have a juicy lady in his bed at the moment, she thought hopefully.
Vanessa dressed in her sexiest underwear, a black garter belt and dark silk stockings, not bothering to wear a bra or panties. She studied herself in the mirror and was pleased. If a girl had the slightest cunt lapping tendencies, she would certainly react to Vanessa.
Over her nearly naked body she pulled on a drab cotton dress, concealing the fact that she was dressed suggestively under that garment, so that her husband wouldn't be suspicious.
She went back downstairs and told James that she was going to go shopping. He was reading the morning paper, and he only grunted in acknowledgement, having no idea that Vanessa was deceiving him.
She went out and drove off.
But as soon as he heard the car pull away, James lowered the newspaper and grinned, a lustful light beginning to burn in his eyes.
Vanessa hadn't been the only one who had noticed how nubile and sexy Sandy had become.
He sat there for awhile, entertaining lascivious thoughts about Sandy, remembering how saucily the girl's tits jiggled in her tight T-shirt. While she had been opening her gifts, he had even managed to sneak a look up her skirt and get an exciting glimpse of her bikini panties.
Incestuous images danced in his fevered imagination, and James' big cock began to swell and stiffen again.
He opened his fly and hauled his prick out, looking at it and thinking of it in conjunction with his little girl's mouth and cunt.
After awhile he got up and went upstairs, his cock sticking out of his fly and leading the way like the figurehead of a ship. He went on past the master bedroom and entered Sandy's room.
Opening her dresser, he rummaged around in her underwear drawer, feeling up her bras and panties. He picked up a pair of panties and held them up to his face, inhaling the lingering aroma of the girl's pussy.
He sniffed and nuzzled the crotchband.
The material was coated with a light, milky film of cuntjuice. The scent intrigued him as he breathed it in hungrily.
His tongue slid out, and James began to lap the narrow crotchpiece, tasting her cunt flavor as he slobbered into the flimsy garment.
James was as hungry for their daughter's sweet cunt as his wife was. Licking away, he wondered if oral sex was included in the definition of incest.
As he lifted Sandy's panties, his prick began to pound like a jackhammer and his balls swelled like over-inflated balloons. His face twisted into a mask of lust, eyes narrowed, teeth clenched, beads of perspiration starting to dot his brow.
He held the panties against his cockhead, humping and sliding the fat slab against the moist crotchband. Then, wrapping them around his prick, he began to jack-off.
Inspired enormously by thoughts of forbidden fruit, he surged towards the peak almost at once. His balls gave a lurch and his jizz shot up his rippling stalk and came creaming out into Sandy's bikini panties.
James drenched them abundantly, humping into them, his cock sliding through his own slippery spunk. His last squirt came spraying out and he gasped.
He tightened his grip and pulled his fist slowly up his cockshaft, squeezing out the last thick globs.
He shook his head and grinned, feeling slightly ashamed of himself for having such lustful thoughts concerning his innocent teenaged daughter. But he told himself that there was no harm in just imagining an incestuous encounter, that he would never actually touch the girl.
He used her panties to wipe his cock clean.
Then he put them back in her underwear drawer. The thought that she would presently be wearing the panties, soaked with his cum, on her crotch was a real turn-on. He imagined his jism heating up again in the heat of her groin, seeping into her fuckhole as she moved.
It thrilled him so much that he scooped a few drops out of the panties and dabbled them in the cups of a bra, so that her pert little nipples would get soaked, too.
Leaving the girl's bedroom, James went back downstairs. But he was so turned on that his cock was starting to stiffen again almost at once.
He contemplated beating off again.
But he decided to wait. His voluptuous wife would be back home shortly, and James figured it would be pleasant to stuff his cock into her cunthole again and fuck her while, with his eyes closed, he pretended that she was Sandy.
He wondered where the birthday girl had gone.
He wished that she would come home so that, with luck, he might take another look at her crotch.
After awhile he began to wonder why Vanessa was taking so long shopping. Eager to fuck his wife while he made believe she was their daughter, James was starting to become restless and impatient. Where the hell is she? he wondered.
* * *
Vanessa parked the car in front of Clay's building and went up to his apartment. She was about to ring the doorbell, then paused. She grinned lasciviously. If her brother had had a girl stay overnight, she would probably still be there, and it might be interesting to walk in on them as they enjoyed a morning fuck, she thought.
And if he had slept alone the night before, he would most likely wake up with a nice hardon-and finding her handsome brother with a hard-on would be almost as interesting as catching him with a girl.
Excited and lustful and feeling deliriously naughty, Vanessa tried the door and found it unlocked. She went into the living room quietly-and saw that she had struck it lucky.
Clay's bathrobe was discarded on the floor, and a short distance from it she was delighted to see a T-shirt, skirt, and a pair of panties.
He obviously had brought a young lady home, and evidently she was still there, unless she'd departed naked.
Vanessa knelt down and picked the tiny panties up. The girl was obviously slender and juicy, as well-just the type Vanessa craved.
She sniffed them and had to stifle a hungry whimper as the perfumed fragrance tantalized her taste buds. She hoped that the girl who had juiced the bikinis would be game for a cunt lapping session.
Holding them to her nose and mouth, she cocked her head and listened. She grinned when she heard the bed gently rocking, then heard a soft moan and a whimper.
She stood up and removed her drab dress, standing naked but for her stockings. Then she moved quietly toward the bedroom door.
She peeked in and silently sighed.
Clay was sprawled out on his back and a delectable young lady was mounted on him in a sixty-nine position, her mouth on his cock and her cunt on his face.
Vanessa envied them both.
They had just gotten their rocks off, she knew, because cum was dribbling from the girl's lips and running down Clay's prick, but his potent prick was still standing rampant from his loins.
Her eyes ran over the nimble teenager.
She was wearing a cowboy hat and a face mask and, quite naturally, Vanessa hadn't the faintest idea who the sexy girl might be.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although her tongue was telling her to rush in and join them, Vanessa lingered at the doorway. She wanted to enjoy the peeping for awhile and, besides, if they were going to fuck now, the girl's cunt would be even more delicious once it had been shot full of spunk.
Glowing with lust, Vanessa prepared to watch her bachelor brother fuck one of his kinky girlfriends.
The cowgirl slowly drew her groin off Clay's creamy face, shifting her haunches aside. Still holding his prick in her sensual mouth, the agile teenager began to move her lithe body around. Her head stayed on his cock and her ass and hips moved until she had reversed her position and was kneeling between his legs.
Something about the slender girl looked familiar to the spying woman-the way her tits jiggled saucily, or her shapely ass wriggled, or maybe the way her sensual lips were turned out on Clay's cockshaft.
But the mask concealed her identity and Vanessa didn't care who she was-as long as she could eat her out when the time came to join them.
That adorable masked face was bobbing up and down, and the girl's ass was sticking up. Her thighs were parted, and Vanessa stared at her cuntslot as it ran like a river down her groin.
Then the girl pulled her mouth off Clay's cock and moved up, straddling his hips.
His prick towered up before her belly, the cock-knob almost reaching her tits. She held it against her torso and squirmed on the rock-hard cock. Hot as a branding iron, the hard flesh pressed an elongated indentation up her flat tummy. Her saliva steamed on the cock.
Sandy began to slide up and down, rubbing her belly against the underside of his rampant prick.
Clay's prick was glowing like a neon tube as she ground sensually against him.
"Ride my prick, baby!" Clay gasped.
"Ummmm!" the girl sighed.
Booted legs rippling with lithe sinew, she rose up and tilted her loins out, taking the head of his upright prick into her crotch.
She poised on his cock-knob like a flagpole sitter, squirming around to get comfortable. Her pink cuntlips pulled on the tip of his flaring cock, inching down around it. Cuntjuice streamed down his cockshaft, sliding through the glistening saliva she had left there.
Clay humped up from the bed, bridging his lean body and pushing his cockhead in a bit deeper. He held himself arched under her, his ass hiked up from the mattress. Sandy began to slowly lower her loins onto his prick.
A lock of curly blonde hair sprang from under her hat. But her disguise was still secure-Vanessa saw only a mouthwatering masked minx astride her brother's cock.
Sandy inched down, pausing with half of his cock up her cunt, then snaking on down to the hilt.
"Ahhh!" she moaned, wriggling happily on a cuntful of throbbing prick.
She threw her head back, arching her spine. The cowboy hat tilted over her masked forehead and her plump tits thrust up, rosy-tipped and delectable.
Her trim ass was cushioned on his balls, squirming as she worked his cock around in her fuckhole.
Then she began to rise and fall rhythmically, happy that Uncle Clay had already shot his wad three times, knowing that he would be able to last longer and that she could ride his cock to her heart's content.
Looking up the foot of the bed, Vanessa had a perfect view of the coupling.
Her brother's thick cock pulled out, then sank in, the thick vein pulsing up the underside. His prickhead flared in the girl's cunt as she jerked up and pussyjuice ran lavishly down his sturdy cock, washing over his balls. Then the girl dropped her cunt down to the hilt again, taking every precious inch up into her pussy.
Her pliable cuntlips were sucking as they slid up and down and plastered open around his cock at the bottom of each sensual, grinding stroke.
The sight of the coupling was making Vanessa so hot that she thought her mouth must be steaming. The wanton wife was hungry for the girl's cunt and for her brother's cockmeat and balls, and she was starving for their combined cum. As she looked, she licked her lips and swallowed her own saliva in dreamy anticipation.
Vanessa gazed at Sandy's bobbling tits and trim ass, realizing that her naughty brother had seduced a nubile young lady, only a teenager-maybe no older than Vanessa's own daughter, she thought.
She stared at the girl's masked face and moist mouth. Her clit throbbed in expectation.
Clay jolted up for the bed as Sandy pushed her pussy down, ramming his cock up her cunt like a rocket. Her whole slim body shuddered and vibrated on his prick. She moved slowly, gliding and grinding, gradually increasing the tempo.
She rode him at a trot, then at a canter, building up towards the final galloping pace. Cuntjuice was flooding from her pussy as she stuffed herself full. The pearly nectar ran down the insides of her thighs and sprayed up into the crack of her ass. It drenched Clay's belly and balls, glazing him like a doughnut.
Vanessa knew they were going to cum soon.
As much as she was enjoying watching the action, she longed to be closer for the culmination.
Vanessa stepped into the bedroom.
Sandy, facing the other way as she rode on Uncle Clay's cock, didn't realize that they had been joined by someone else-especially not her mom.
But Clay's head shot up and he gasped. "Holy shit! Sis!"
Sandy's masked face twisted around and she looked over her shoulder in alarm.
She blushed furiously, the way a teenager does when she is caught fucking her uncle.
Uncle Clay was blushing some himself, COn aS fronted in his act of incest with his sister's kid.
But then they both noticed that Vanessa didn't look at all angry. The voluptuous woman was smiling approvingly-and she was almost naked, as well, her bushy cunt mound framed in the straps of a sexy garter belt.
"What a lovely girlfriend you have, Clay," Vanessa said, moving her eyes over the girl.
Clay and Sandy both realized, at the same time, that her mother had not penetrated Sandy's disguise-that, as far as Vanessa knew, the girl was a masked stranger.
Vanessa slid onto the bed beside them. They both stared at her, holding their breath, terrified that she was going to recognize her daughter.
In her shock, Sandy had stopped sliding up and down on Uncle Clay's cock. She squatted down low, swaying on the spike.
"May I join you?" Vanessa asked.
Clay and Sandy exchanged a horrified glance. Under the circumstances, they could hardly refuse-and, besides, Vanessa was a beautiful woman. She might not have guessed who the girl was, but she sure as hell knew who her brother was, and evidently she was game for incest-and in for more than she knew!
"Errrr-sure, Sis," Clay said.
Vanessa glanced at Sandy, eyebrows raised.
Sandy, not daring to speak, nodded. Her eyes were masked, but her lips began to smile.
Sandy was thinking that the best thing to do was to finish fucking Clay and then make her escape while her mom was busy with Clay, although she just might linger and look at them for awhile.
She started to rise and fall on his cock again.
But then Vanessa leaned in and sucked one of Sandy's perky nipples into her mouth.
Sandy gasped, squirming. Her mom was bisexual! She knew that she should feel shocked and scandalized-but she only felt lustful desire.
Vanessa nursed on each nipple, switching between them as Sandy rode on Uncle Clay's cock, her tits swinging up and down as she arched her back.
Vanessa bent down and began to lick her brother's moist lips, purring as she tasted cuntjuice on his mouth. Her tongue probed in, twining with his.
"Ummm-your girlfriend's cream is yum my!" Vanessa moaned, lapping it from Clay's parted lips.
Her head swung up and down, kissing her brother and then sucking her daughter's tits, in turn. Her face was glowing with lust, radiant with passion.
She squirmed down behind them.
Clay and Sandy exchanged another glance and couldn't help but grin at each other. Clay had known that his sister enjoyed lesbian love because she had told him about her roommate at school, and Sandy was happy to discover that her sexy mom liked pussy.
Vanessa placed her hands on the cheeks of Sandy's trim asscheeks and gently spread them apart, opening her cleft and exposing the tight little bud of her asshole. She began to run her tongue up the musky crack.
Sandy gasped at the new sensation, her mother's tongue sweetly enhancing the thrill of Uncle Clay's prick. Vanessa licked up and down the girl's asscrack, then began to lick out her shithole.
"Ummm!" Vanessa moaned and she slid her tongue up the tangy little asshole. She reamed into the flavorsome slot and her lips sucked on the ass ring.
"She's tonguing my asshole!" Sandy mouthed silently-and Clay's cock lurched mightily in response.
Sandy slid down to the root of Uncle Clay's cock and held it all in her pussy as she shoved her ass back against her mother's eager face. Having her asshole licked out was a lovely sensation, and having her own sexy mother doing it was driving the teenager crazy.
Vanessa slobbered into Sandy's shitchute, then sucked her saliva back out, richly flavored by the gamy hole. She still had no idea who the masked stranger was, but the girl's asshole seemed tasty.
Enjoying a snack of shithole, Vanessa was whetting her appetite for the even more succulent feast that was simmering and steaming below.
She slid on down and began to lick lovingly around the edges of Sandy's pussy, laving at the junction of cock and cunt.
She tongued her brother's bloated balls, then moved up and began to lick his glistening cockshaft as it fucked in and pulled out of Sandy's pussy. His cock came out drenched with cunt juice and plowed in soaking with saliva.
Vanessa was adoring the feast. Her brother's cockmeat would have been a treat by itself, but soaked in hot cunt-cream it was absolutely delicious.
She turned her face to one side and fitted her parted lips against the underside of Clay's prick. His cockshaft ran through her mouth as it plunged up into Sandy's pussy, the thick vein vibrating and pulsating.
As her mouth slid on up to the coupling, she licked the girl's unfurled cuntlips and whisked her tongue against her tingling clit.
Sandy jerked convulsively on Clay's cock as the joy of a cuntful of cockmeat was enhanced by the whimpering woman's enthusiastic mouth.
"Unghhh-ughhh!" Sandy grunted, fucking onto his prick, slamming down as he heaved up from the bed.
Clay's cock hammered up into her, and Sandy pounded her pussy down violently.
"Cum-cum!" Vanessa groaned, the words muffled in Sandy's crotch. "Cum in her, Clay-fill her cunt up for me-I wanna suck your jizz out of her pussy!"
Sandy almost fainted. Having her mom licking around the edges was lovely, but the thought of cunt lapping with the woman drove her wild. She had planned to escape after Clay shot his next wad, but she realized that there would be no escape for a while, that her mother was as hot for her cunt as she was for Clay's cock.
Sandy could only hope that her disguise would hold up.
She slid down, and her cunthole began to dissolve. Cuntjuice poured from her cunt, and Vanessa greedily lapped up the overflow, tongue fluttering and lips sucking.
Sandy was eager to feel Uncle Clay's cum hose her pussy again, but as lovely as his prick was, Sandy was longing for the next incestuous act-for the undivided attention of her mother's mouth on her pussy.
Clay jerked up savagely.
"Here it fucking cums!" he cried.
"Oooooh!" Sandy squealed.
"Yeah-yeah-cream her cunt for me!"
Vanessa wailed. "Flood her fuckhole, Clay!"
Under the dynamic stimulation, Clay shot into Sandy's cunt so hard that he damned near blew the lithe little nymphette off the end of his prick.
His jizz jetted up her pussy in geysers, so thick it felt almost solid. Sandy's cunt melted and her juice mixed with his spunk, filling her pussy.
She fucked up and down, working him off as she shuddered through her own sweet spasms. Vanessa drew back, watching Clay spurt his sibling spunk into the girl.
Clay groaned and collapsed under Sandy. She rode him for a few more moments, juicing off and coaxing a few more dribbles from his prick.
Then she sank down to the hilt, panting.
Waiting for the delectable masked stranger to dismount, Vanessa tongued out her asshole as an appetizer, starving for the stew that was simmering in the girl's cunt.
Sandy trembled. She knew that the moment she uncoupled from Clay her mom was going to munch her pussy, and that the hungry woman, eager for Clay's cum, was going to be feeding on her daughter's cream, as well.
CHAPTER NINE
Sandy pulled her pussy off Clay's cock and rolled from him, turning onto her ass. She sat with her knees lifted and her thighs apart. Her vacated cunthole was streaming cuntjuice down her groin like a waterfall.
Vanessa sucked Clay's cock into her mouth.
"Ahhh!" she sighed as her hot mouth absorbed the cum and cuntjuice from his prick.
"I always wanted to suck your cock, Clay!" she whispered on his slick cock-knob. "You can cum in my mouth, too-but first I want your girlfriend's cunt!"
Sandy whimpered at the prospect-which was far more naughty than Vanessa knew.
Vanessa took all of her brother's cock into her mouth, held it for a moment, nibbling at the roots, then very slowly drew her lips up and off.
Still semi-stiff, his prick swayed.
Vanessa kissed the tip lovingly, then turned from his prick toward the masked girl.
Sandy gave Uncle Clay a sly, conspiratorial glance, sharing their dark secret.
She tilted her cunt up, serving it to Vanessa.
Vanessa slid in, belly-down, licking up the insides of Sandy's slender, shapely legs. She tongued into her curly cunt bush, slobbering into the silken tresses. Squirming higher, she licked at a nipple and dipped her tongue into the girl's belly button on the way back down.
She hovered over Sandy's cunt, drooling.
Sandy jerked up eagerly. Vanessa used her fingertips to open up the girl's cuntslot, folding back the pussylips. Then she dove in tongue-first.
Vanessa hadn't eaten out a pussy in years-but she sure as hell hadn't forgotten how.
Her tongue flailed, ladled, and whisked in the creamy cunt, and her lips sucked on the rim. Her mouth was plastered on Sandy's pussy like a suction cup.
Vanessa breathed in, inhaling the fragrance as her mouth filled up with a succulent mixture of cum and cuntjuice. She gulped Clay's spunk out of Sandy's fuckhole greedily, and when she had swallowed it all, she kept right on sucking, drinking pure cunt-cream.
Clay looked on appreciatively, thrilled by the sordid sight of his sister eating a pussy-and by the dark knowledge that it was her own daughter's cunt in her mouth.
He wondered if she would stop if she knew.
Sandy began to whine and thrash about spasmodically as her mother's magic mouth sucked her up toward yet another creamy climax.
"Oooooh-milk me!" she moaned, knowing that her voice was too husky with passion to be recognized.
Vanessa drew back and looked at the feast, then curled her tongue into it again. The girl's cuntjuice was pouring out like heated honey.
"Ummmm-yummy!" Vanessa gasped.
Sandy stared down, fascinated by the sight of her mother's face buried in her groin. Her hat tilted over her brow. She drew her booted feet up, kicking her spurred heels behind her mom's back.
Her pussy melted and her clit blasted off. Cunt-cum gushed into Vanessa's mouth.
She swallowed it.
Sandy's cum was even more lovely than Vanessa's roommate's had been, in those cherished days of long ago youth.
Vanessa drank the girl dry.
As Sandy spunked in Vanessa's mouth, she made an interesting discovery. Having her cunt satisfied was making her mouth hungry, and her tongue was getting hot as her clit cooled off in contentment.
Vanessa swallowed the last drops and raised her head, smiling with gooey lips. She gave the masked girl a questioning look.
Sandy grinned, glancing at Clay. The prospect of eating her mom's pussy was thrilling-and all the better with her uncle watching.
Then Sandy twisted down and began to suck on Vanessa's fat tits, nursing with more enthusiasm then she had ever done as a hungry infant.
Vanessa lay back, spreading her lush legs, delighted that the girl was going to eat her cunt. Sandy licked on down her belly and into her blonde cunt bush, then wriggled around and leaned over her widespread crotch.
Her tongue flicked out.
With the very first lick, Sandy knew that she was going to adore cunt lapping.
She loved cocks too much to ever become a lesbian, but she sure as hell was a confirmed cuntlapper. She knew just how to do it, too, needing no practice.
She used her tongue and lips with instinctive skill, working on Vanessa's clit and cuntslot and delving up s far into the swampy chute as she could reach.
Cuntjuice was delicious-and getting more succulent by the moment as, suck by suck, it heated up, flowing like boiling oil over Sandy's lips and tongue.
"Cream me-cream me!" Sandy moaned.
"Ahhh-cumming!" Vanessa wailed.
Her pussyjuice poured into Sandy's mouth, feeding her almost as abundantly as Clay's cock had. She sucked and swallowed, gurgled and gulped.
"Don't stop-keep creaming!" Sandy gasped, insatiable in her greed and speaking with her lips pressed on Vanessa's melting cunt, her voice muffled and strange.
A great spasm shook Vanessa. She hit the peak and hovered there, then crashed down in contentment. She lay back, her whole body quivering. Sandy kept on sucking, wanting more, hoping her mom would cum again without pause-and even as she wallowed in her cunt, the girl was thinking it was a shame that she was sucking under false pretenses-that it would be wonderful if her mother knew who she really was and approved of what she was doing, so that they could suck each other every fucking day.
Clay's cock was as hard as a rock again and, drop by drop, he could feel another load seeping into his balls.
Vanessa smiled at him.
Sandy finally pulled her mouth off her mother's cunt and grinned at her uncle.
"Fuck me now, brother!" Vanessa gasped.
Sandy drew back, eager to watch the siblings fuck. Clay slid in, prick-first.
* * *
James was getting desperate.
His prick was throbbing savagely and his balls were threatening to blow out like a punctured tire. He considered jacking off into his daughter's panties again, but decided against it. Once had been a kick, but a happily married I man shouldn't have to spill his spunk by hand, he thought.
Where the fuck was Vanessa? he wondered.
He was getting suspicious about her prolonged absence, wondering if she might be having an affair. The thought made him jealous and that, in turn, only made his cock and balls more stimulated.
It would serve the bitch right if he were to fuck some other woman, he thought.
But James, a faithful fellow, had no idea where he could find a lady to fuck.
Then, by a strange sort of coincidence, James thought about his brother-in-law, just as his daughter and his wife already had.
Clay was a worldly man who must know dozens of sluts, and who would certainly not be scandalized at the idea of James cheating on Vanessa. It would be only a winking matter to a man like Clay.
James decided to call on his wife's brother.
When he stood up, he staggered. So much blood had rushed into his hard-on that he was lightheaded. Since Vanessa had taken the car, he was going to have to walk, hauling his hardon down the street.
But it wasn't far to Clay's place, and James, having made up his mind, was determined. Hands jammed in his pockets and shoulders stooped in an attempt to conceal his massive hard-on, he left the house and went wobbling on down the road.
He got a few strange looks from people, but marched on with grim determination. He was so distracted by desire that he didn't even notice in the family car parked out front as he walked into Clay's apartment building.
Luckily, there was an elevator. His hard-on was much too heavy to lug it up a flight of stairs, James thought.
He rode the elevator up and went down the hallway to his brother-in-law's apartment.
When Vanessa had entered, she had wanted to surprise her brother so, not wanting the sound of a closing door to warn him of her arrival, she had left the front door slightly ajar.
Now James stood at that door.
He started to ring the bell, then hesitated. From inside the apartment, he could hear the sounds of sex-a bed rocking and rattling, a sigh and a soft moan.
Clay was evidently fucking.
The situation presented James with a problem. Clay might resent being interrupted in the midst of a fuck-or, on the other hand, the generous fellow might be happy to share his friend with his brother-in-law.
James decided that the best thing to do would be to go on into the apartment and wait quietly in the living room until the sounds of sex ceased.
Then, when Clay was finished, James could announce his presence and see if anything interesting might develop.
He entered silently and sat down.
He glanced around, saw discarded garments on the floor, and grinned at the significance. The skirt looked vaguely familiar to him, but he failed to make the connection.
The sex sounds were getting louder.
James heard a woman whimper and a man grunt, punctuating a background sound of slurping. He grinned.
James was tempted to sneak a look into the bedroom and see what was happening. But he resisted the urge. He didn't want to risk angering his brother-in-law in any way, and certainly not by interrupting his fuck. Besides, James was feeling so tremendously horny that he was afraid that if he so much as glanced at a naked woman getting fucked, he would shoot his load in his pants.
He teased himself with thoughts of his wife's possible affair and his sexy daughter's nubile body as he waited, hoping that Clay would introduce him to some lewd lady.
CHAPTER TEN
Harnessed in the straps of her sexy black garter belt, Vanessa's blonde crotch looked like the framed portrait of a pussy as she lay back with her legs apart.
Clay was admiring the pretty picture like an art critic and Sandy looked on like a collector. Vanessa hiked her ass up invitingly. Now that she had been well-sucked by the masked girl she was eager for a cuntful of her brother's prick, loving the variety of alternating tongue and us cock.
Clay moved up, straddling her hips.
But instead of stuffing his prick into her steaming cunt, he shifted up higher. He, too, enjoyed variety, which was surely a family trait.
He shoved his cock up between her tits.
Vanessa smiled and cupped the heavy mounds together, deepening her cleavage and holding the meaty tunnel tight around his cock.
Clay began to hump, fucking her tits.
His wedge-shaped cock-knob squeezed out and ran on up her breastbone, nudging into the fluttering hollow of her throat. His balls dragged up her stomach.
Vanessa tipped her lovely face down and began to whip her tongue against his cockhead as it loomed out from her tit tunnel.
He pushed up farther and his sister willingly took his cock into the oval collar of her lips and nursed on it. His cockhead flared in her mouth, his cockshaft throbbing in her cleavage while his balls ballooned on her belly. She was fingering her stiff nipples as she held her tits clamped over his prick.
His cock went in and out of her face as it fucked up the smooth cleft of her tits, and as he withdrew, her head tilted down to lap at the retreating cock-knob.
Then he slid up higher, so that his ass was resting on her tits and he was fucking directly into her mouth, feeding his cockhead to the back of her throat, over the flashing bridge of her salivating tongue.
She was sucking so enthusiastically that he was pulling her lips almost inside out as he slid back. Her mouth was magic, and Clay was tempted to shoot his next load of cum down her greedy gullet.
But Clay presumed that since they had started to fuck, it was going to be an ongoing thing, and that he would have plenty of time to cream in her mouth in the future.
He fed her a few more face-fucking strokes, then pulled out and wriggled down to her loins.
Vanessa threw her legs up, hooking them around his hovering haunches as she jerked her cunt up to the coupling angle under his loins. His cockhead slithered down through the luxuriant jungle of her blonde cunt and dipped on down into her creamy crotch like a crowbar.
Grunting, he fucked his prick up her cunt.
Vanessa cried out blissfully when she felt the hard, hot cock stuff her pussy. She knew that it was naughty to be fucking with her own brother, but it only added an element of depravity to her pleasure.
Clay held his cock still for a moment, then began to fuck her with long rippling strokes.
Vanessa met him, slamming her cunt down as he fucked in, and rolling her hips as he withdrew, grinding her pussy onto his prick.
Clay dipped down and fucked his cock up her cunt, his balls brushing against the bed, heaving her pelvis up on his thrust. Then he rose up and jabbed in from a higher angle, running the length of his hammering cockshaft across her clit as he sank it up her cunt.
Vanessa lifted her legs straight up in the air, her lovely ass curving up from the bed. Clay pulled back a bit too hard and his prick slipped from her sodden fuckslot and nudged into the crack of her ass.
"Ooooh-shove it up my ass!" she squealed, still intrigued by all the variations.
Clay grunted and lunged. His fat cock-knob stuck tight in her shithole for a moment, then began to wedge in. Inch by inch, he fed it up into Vanessa's shitchute.
"Yeah-pack the fudge, brother!" she moaned.
Clay grasped the curved cheeks of her ass and fucked his cock up into her bowels. She whimpered and her feet kicked frantically behind him.
Clay's ass corkscrewed as he shoved his prick up into his sister's ass. He fucked in hard, filling her guts.
Sandy was fascinated.
The naughty teenager was keen to get assfucked, herself, but when she had imagined it, she had always supposed that a girl had to get down on all fours and let the guy mount her from behind, like a dog.
But Uncle Clay was assfucking her mother face-to-face as she bridged acrobatically under him.
Then Clay began to switch holes.
He pulled his prick out of her asshole and rammed it up her cunt, took a few jolts in that soaking chute and then fucked it up her ass again.
Sandy crawled behind him, still enjoying the sight, but needing to get involved.
As Uncle Clay fucked Vanessa's shitchute, Sandy lapped out his asshole, and as he fed his cock to Vanessa's cunt, the girl slid down and licked his balls.
Clay began to jerk violently as the stimulation of his niece's tongue was added to the sensations of his sister's cunt and asshole.
Sandy bounced around and straddled her mother's upturned face, squatting down as the cunt-hungry woman tongue-lashed up her steaming pussy. She savored a suck for awhile, then bounced lithely back down to do a bit more ball-licking and ass-sucking on Uncle Clay.
Clay's prick was so taut that it was humming as it fucked up Vanessa's twin tracts, stuffing each in turn.
"Gonna cum, Sis!" he groaned.
Vanessa whimpered for the cum in her brother's balls, lashing her loins in a wild waltz. He was still fucking his cock up both of her fuckholes in turn, and she wondered which hole would get his first spurt of jism.
Her cunt was melting, and her asshole was creaming and, with a film of cuntjuice still tantalizing her tongue, she felt as if she were cumming in the mouth, as well.
Clay's prick went off volcanically, and his spunk erupted with a savage spurt.
He pumped his first steaming load up into his sister's tight asshole, hosing her bowels with a creamy enema. Then he whipped his squirming cock out and slammed it up into her cunthole just in time to pour the second dose of brotherly cum into her pussy.
Switching holes, he creamed off steadily as Vanessa wriggled joyfully on his cock. He finished off in her shithole, jerking out the final drops with short, sharp strokes.
Then his prick came sliding out.
Sandy was smoldering with passion, thrilled by watching her uncle cum in her mother's ass and cunt. As his cock came out, she pounced on it, sucking with relish on the soiled and tainted prickmeat, slurping cunt-cum, jizz, and shit from his tasty cock.
Clay was gasping and panting, and his cock had softened somewhat, but his remarkable prick was still tense in his niece's mouth.
Sandy polished his cock to a glistening sheen, then twisted around and dove into her mother's crotch. Clamping her lips to Vanessa's wet cunt, she sucked the spunk out greedily, panting up her pussy and inhaling as she breathed in, salivating and swallowing with gusto.
Vanessa hiked up, lifting her knees. Sandy got her chin down on the bed and used her tongue to spoon the slime out of the woman's asshole. Uncle Clay's cum was distinctively flavored from her mom's shitchute, all tangy and spicy. Sandy ladled it out with her tongue and drank it down.
Then she jumped onto Vanessa's pussy again and licked her mother to another climax, nursing and suckling hungrily on maternal cuntjuice.
Vanessa sank down, creamed off thoroughly.
Clay collapsed beside her. His prick was drained, his balls gone slack. He embraced Vanessa lovingly, and they lay gasping in each other's arms.
Sandy sat back and gazed at them.
The teenaged nymph was still horny, and could have used a bit more prick or pussy or tongue. But she could see that both her mother and her uncle were spent for the time being-and it dawned on her that it would be a good time to make her escape.
She hated to leave, but she knew it was wise to do so, and that as long as she slipped away without lingering and risking being identified, she was going to be able to visit Uncle Clay often.
She leaned down and gave Clay's balls a last lick, then slapped her tongue into her mom's cunt for a final taste. Then, with a wistful sigh, she got off the bed. Her clothing was still in the living room and, still wearing the hat and mask and boots, she went to get dressed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As he listened to the sounds of sex from the bedroom, James got so excited that he was afraid that his cock might explode in his pants. He didn't want to cum yet, however, in case his brother-in-law happened to have a girl in the bedroom who would be game for a gang-bang.
He opened his fly and released his cock, thinking that it might cool down a bit in the open air. He held it by the hilt, struggling against the urge to give it a few strokes and pump his jizz out by hand.
Then a slim, nubile young lady wearing a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a black mask-and nothing else-came walking out of the bedroom.
James blushed, embarrassed at being caught with his cock out, but managed to grin.
The masked girl did a double take.
James assumed that she was startled to find a guy sitting there with a naked hard-on.
But Sandy, of course, was more startled to find that it was her father.
They stared at each other and, to her immense relief, she saw no sign of recognition in his gaze. Her disguise was holding up with Daddy as it had with Mommy.
"Errr-hello, young lady!" he gasped.
Not daring to speak, Sandy gave the man a bewitching smile, feeling his eyes burn into her naked flesh, and adoring the sensation of basking in her father's gaze.
James stood up, awkwardly, his prick rising before him like the arm on a crane.
"I-errr-I came to see Clay," James said. "I guess he's not busy now, huh?"
Oh God! Sandy thought. If Daddy walks into that bedroom, he's gonna catch Mom in bed with Uncle Clay! She had to prevent that at all costs.
Somehow, she just had to delay her father long enough to give her mother warning, and time to hide in the closet or under the bed or something.
It was her duty as their child.
And, looking at her father's prick, clever Sandy knew just how to keep him occupied.
Tilting her hat at a jaunty angle, Sandy walked toward James, blunt spurs jangling and blue eyes gleaming behind the safety of her mask.
James stared at the approaching teenager and, seeing the way that she was licking her sensual, moist lips, he knew that he was in for a treat.
It was hard to tell how old the girl was, because of the mask, but he was sure that she was hardly more than a teenager, maybe even as young as his daughter.
What a lucky devil his bachelor brother-in-law was, James thought.
She stood close to him, her face tilted up and her hat brim tilted down. James saw that her lips were streaked with frothy jizz. The certain knowledge that this mysterious masked girl was a cunt-drinker caused his cock to thunder, the cock-knob seeming to glow.
Sandy sank very slowly to her knees, bringing her face level with his loins. Kneeling there, under the wide-brimmed cowboy hat, she felt even more secure in her disguise.
She didn't dare to speak and warn the incestuous lovers in the bedroom, she figured that she could easily make enough noise slurping on her father's prick to alert them.
She tilted her head as she studied his cock.
Her daddy's prick was, if anything, even larger than Uncle Clay's, and it certainly looked as delicious, the very thought of giving head to her own father was igniting Sandy's mind as much as her mouth.
She pressed her cute little nose against the flaring slab of his cockhead and inhaled the musky, gamy fragrance of his hot cock. She slid down lower and sniffed his swollen balls.
"Ummmmm!" she moaned in anticipation.
"You wanna suck my cock?" James asked.
"Ummmm-hummm!" Sandy groaned.
"Oooooh-you gonna swallow my spunk?"
Sandy made a moist, slurping sound, affirming her intentions without speaking.
She licked his balls, smacking her lips loudly and kissing the bloated bags. James stood, feet apart, loins jammed out, staring down at the girl kneeling before him in fascination. She lapped and sucked on his balls, then ran her tongue up his hammering prick.
Her lips stirred on the tip of his cockhead, then parted and engulfed the flaring slab.
She bobbed down, swallowing his cock.
James wanted to watch his prick going in and out of her lovely mouth. The hat was in the way, so he grasped the brim and tilted it back. Blonde hair tumbled free, and he saw that the girl had the same color hair as his wife-or as his daughter!
But there are lots of blondes in the world.
Sandy swallowed on down to the root of his prick, her chin on his balls, nibbling on the hilt. Then she very slowly pulled her mouth back up to his cock-knob.
Her golden head jumped down and jerked up.
James groaned. He had never had such a noisy blow-job. It almost seemed as if the enthusiastic cocksucker was deliberately making all the suction sounds.
He shot a guilty glance at the bedroom door.
Surely Clay would hear the sucking sounds, he thought.
But James guessed that it didn't matter-that the naughty girl probably intended for Clay to hear her giving head. She was quite obviously a little slut who would suck a guy off without so much as an introduction, and James figured that Clay wouldn't mind sharing such a tramp.
James placed his hands on her shoulders and began to hump, fucking into her face as her head sank down toward his balls.
His juice-gorged balls slapped under her chin, his cum-load sloshing within. She bobbed down as if she wanted to take him into her mouth, balls and all.
The soft sounds of her suction cup mouth drifted from her lips. She pulled up slowly and sighed.
Clay and Vanessa, still embracing fondly, exchanged a puzzled glance when the cocksucking sounds came drifting from the living room.
Vanessa raised her eyebrows.
Clay shrugged, mystified.
There was no doubt that they were ovehearing the sounds of a suck in progress-but they wondered who was getting sucked with such noisy abandon.
Vanessa had a thrilling thought. She had been trying to go down on herself that very morning, and she wondered if the masked girl, supple and slender as she was, could be sucking her own cunt.
If she was, Vanessa damned well wanted to watch.
Brother and sister got up from the bed and tiptoed to the door.
They were both amazed at what they saw, but they saw it differently, to be sure.
Vanessa saw her handsome husband fucking his prick into the masked girl's face. She felt a fleeting stab of anger and jealousy at being cheated on by her husband.
Yet, having just fucked and sucked with her brother, Vanessa was not really in any position to start casting any blame on James.
And, besides, it was fun for them to watch.
Clay, who knew who was lurking behind the mask, gasped at the knowledge that his sexy little blonde niece was sucking her father's prick.
Holding each other, Vanessa and Clay peered around the corner and waited for the conclusions. They knew that she was going to have to hide soon, keeping her presence a secret from her husband. But at the moment, James was not about to come looking for her-and she was eager to see him cream in the masked tramp's mouth before she went into hiding.
James fucked his smoking cock steadily into the mouth below the mask, groaning with the sensation. He was thrilled at getting head from a mysterious young cocksucker-and would have been even more thrilled if he had known who the enthusiastic cocksucker happened to be.
"Cum-feed me!" Sandy moaned, knowing that her voice could not be recognized as it came distorted from around a mouthful of throbbing cockmeat.
The girl was starving for her father's cum, more eager to swallow his spunk than she had even been to drink her uncle's jizz.
Her nubile body was squirming as if she were melting as she waited for the thrilling moment when her father spunked into her mouth and she got to drink his sweet jizz. Her dutiful parent had fed her well for many years-and now she was longing for the most delicious meal of all.
Sucking off her daddy's cock and balls was, if anything, even more wonderful than munching her mommy's cunt.
James, in blissful ignorance, began to fuck his cock in faster and harder, tilting her head up and down as he fucked back into her throat.
Preliminary spunk oozed from his pisshole, running like condensed milk onto her tongue, rich and creamy and succulent. The naughty little cocksucker swallowed it like the wine of the gods, every sweet drop increasing her hunger.
"Shoot off-cream for me!" she wailed.
"Yeah-yeah-here it is, kid!" he gasped.
His cockhead was fitted in the oval collar of her lips as his balls exploded. His cum jetted out, skimming over her tongue and bubbling down her throat. Sandy gurgled and gulped it down.
She shoved her face down as James' second geyser blew from his cockhead, fighting against the rising tide. Her lips slid down and he pumped a load straight down her throat. Then she moved back up and took another delicious deluge onto her tongue.
"Ummmm-ahhhhh-ooooh!" Sandy gasped, drinking from her daddy's cock voraciously.
Cum spurted into her cheeks and hosed the arched roof of her mouth, drenching her tongue and sliming back down her throat in creamy cascades.
It was like drinking from a fire hose.
Sandy wished that it would never end.
But, at long last, James began to falter. He stopped fucking and stood with his prick thrust out. Sandy pushed her lips down and pulled them up again, milking and sucking, her tongue whipping around on his cock as she fed it back into her throat. His jizz was sloshing heavily around in her belly, but the greedy nymph was still sucking for more, insatiable in her cum drinker's frenzy.
James had stopped shooting, but Sandy sucked him still, coaxing out the last meager trickles from his pisshole and cherishing them on her tongue.
Then, certain that she had swallowed it all, she drew her mouth from his prick and used her nimble tongue to slurp up the overflow from his prick stalk and balls.
His cock was emptied-but still as hard as a rock.
And Sandy's cunt was smoldering.
There was no way in hell that she was going to leave her father with a stiff prick and, with her belly already full of his cum, Sandy was ready for a cuntful.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"That unfaithful bastard!" Vanessa hissed.
But she was grinning as she said it, not objecting to her husband's behavior as long as she could watch-and especially while her cunt and ass were so delightfully full of her brother's thick cum.
"And what a little minx your girlfriend is, blowing a guy she don't even know!" Vanessa gasped.
Clay had to smile.
"You don't know the half of it," he said.
But Vanessa didn't know what he meant.
Sandy didn't know if her mother and uncle were watching, or if the woman, warned of her husband's arrival, was hiding.
Still on her knees, she bowed her head reverently and took her father's cock into her mouth again to make sure that it had not lost any of its vibrant tension.
Then the young girl slowly rose up and stood facing James, her slim belly pushed out against his loins. Her lovely face tilted up and she let her lips part so that he could see his cum filming her pink tongue with creamy streaks. He moaned, and his cock jumped against her belly.
She put her hands on his shoulders.
Guessing at her intentions, James stroked her hips, then held her around her trim little ass, pulling her belly and tits tight against his torso.
Sandy lifted one leg, sliding it around his hip. Standing on one foot now, the girl raised up onto her toes.
As her tummy slid up, James' cock and balls rubbed down as far as her bushy crotch. He dipped at the knees, lowering his body a few inches, and the iron-hard rod of his prick pushed between her legs.
His cockhead ballooned in her sodden cuntslot as she balanced on his prick, squirming sensuously.
"Fuck me!" Sandy moaned, her moist lips slowly forming the words.
She clung to his broad shoulders with both arms and held one thigh hooked over his flank. His open hands supported her under her asscheeks. He thrust his hips out and up, stabbing his stiff prick straight up into her foaming fuckhole.
Now the slender teenager was balanced on his balls, with all of his cockshaft buried up her pussy.
She wriggled on his cock, and her cunt muscles began to tighten, contracting around his throbbing prick. They held the full coupling for a few moments. Then Sandy began to rise and fall, coming up onto her toes and settling back down on his prick. It fit her pussy perfectly sinking into the tube like a tight plunger.
She pulled herself up on his shoulders, and James aided the movement by dragging her firm little ass up, then dropping her back on his cock.
Her back arched. They ground together in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, prolonging the passionate pleasure.
Vanessa and Clay could see James' cock emerge, all slimy from Sandy's cunt, then sink back in. As he lifted her ass up, the trim asscheeks spread open, baring the brown bud of her puckered shithole.
Her cuntlips were pulling out on his cock as it drew from her cunt, clinging with soft suction of every thick inch of sliding prick.
Sandy gripped his shoulders firmly and brought her other foot up from the floor, hooking that leg, too, around the man's hips.
James swayed but held her. Sandy was supporting herself on his shoulders and hips, and James held her up with both hands under her ass.
He hauled her up and down on his rampant cock as if he were using her cunt to jerk off with. His loins thrust out like a platform under her groin. Her thighs rippled, tightening around his hips, her plump tits rubbing on his chest.
James began to walk around the room, step ping out slowly and carefully, like some heavily packed beast of burden transporting the sweet load of her body.
With every stride, he slammed his prick up into her pussy again, jolting her savagely. Her pussy was spilling out pearly nectar. The cuntjuice streamed down his legs and left a glistening trail in their wake.
Vanessa was hot as a furnace again as she watched her well-hung husband throwing a standing fuck into the mysterious masked girl.
She couldn't help but feel jealous-but she had recently had her tongue up the same fuckhole, so she could hardly blame him.
Clay was every bit as turned on by the sight, for he knew that the masked girl was no stranger at all, and that he was watching his adorable little teenaged niece fuck with her father.
Clay and Vanessa had both gone down on hands and knees as they gazed through the doorway. Vanessa could not bear to tear her eyes from the scene.
Speaking from the side of her mouth, she whispered: "Fuck me while we watch, Clay-fuck me like a dog!"
Clay had his eyes glued to the incestuous performance in his living room. He slid back and knelt behind his sister's upthrust ass, groping around blindly. He thrust, and his cock slid up the crack of her ass.
Vanessa's shitchute was delightfully tight, and he was tempted to assfuck her again. But when he had been switching holes, he had shot most of his cum into her ass, and he figured it was time to spend a full load in his sister's pussy.
He pulled his cock down and seated the flaring prick-knob into her swampy cunt. His cock throbbed, and the prickhead swelled in her pussy.
Grunting, Clay fucked his prick all the way in.
Vanessa and Clay began to fuck like beast, with primitive, animal passions.
But the pleasure of the fierce fuck was strictly physical, and they both still concentrated on watching the other fuckers.
Vanessa's heavy tits swung under her body as she thrust. Her ass was swinging around like a bitch wagging its tail. But the only tail attached to her ass was that fat cock jammed up her cunt. As her ass churned, she was jerking Clay's pelvis wildly on the far end of his hard, connecting cock.
Meanwhile, James staggered and wobbled, but kept his footing, as he lugged his lovely burden across the room. He walked her up to the wall and braced her against the surface.
With the wall relieving him of a portion of Sandy's slender weight, he began to fuck his cock up into her with short, sharp strokes.
His prick shot up her fuckhole like a torpedo launched from a submarine, plowing through her cuntjuice and spreading out her clinging pussy on every thrust.
James was fucking his daughter right up the wall.
Sandy was creaming off on every stroke. Pussyjuice slid from her cunt, plastering the wall behind her. Her ass slid through the juice like a roller pasting the wallpaper firmly to the surface.
Her legs shot out, feet arched. "Cum up my cunt, Da-" Sandy caught herself just in time, about to call him Daddy in her ecstasy. "Da-darling!"
But it was doubtful that James would have heard her words.
Sandy felt his balls expand in her crotch, and her thighs tightened around his hips, scissoring him firmly. Her ass bounced on the wall, spraying out cunt-cum.
Uncle Clay was going to have to clean the wallpaper.
But he would need to clean the bedroom carpet, as well, as his sister's overflowing fuckhole spilled her cuntjuice down her thighs, and a swampy pool spread out around her knees so that she was slipping and sliding as she enthusiastically fucked her brother.
Then James howled wildly. Fucking like a human, he howled like a wolf.
He jacked his prick up into the girl's cunthole, and a molden geyser of jizz spurted into her.
Sandy cried out in rapture as she felt her father's fuckjuice filling her cunt. He fucked away, plunging in, fucking her up and down against the wall as he emptied off his steaming load.
Sandy was cumming endlessly, her cunt creaming at the feel of his cum.
As his balls drained off, James began to go weak at the knees, as if he were shooting out his blood and bones, spilling his vitality from his prick.
Gasping, he sank to his knees. Still mounted on his cock, Sandy slid down with him. James dropped back on the floor. The lithe girl jumped her pussy up and down, straddling him, finishing off her orgasm as he lay beneath her.
She pushed down to the base of his prick and reached behind her ass to squeeze his balls. She rose up and dropped down again, grunting and groaning as she continued to impale her pussy on his prick.
If James had known who his masked lover was, he might well have stayed stiff with the thrill of it, but he believed her a stranger, and he had drained off completely, so his vitality was ebbing away, leaving him lifeless.
She stopped moving but remained seated on his cock, enjoying the sensation of feeling a prick turn soft inside her-knowing that all the starch that had stiffened it had been spilled into her pussy.
The instant that she saw her cheating husband shoot his cum into the girl, Vanessa creamed on her brother's prick. Clay dog-fucked into the melting tunnel and soared to the heights of lust.
Clay knew that it was a father's jizz that was spurting into his little girl's cunt. It was a lot naughtier than the uncle cum that he had shot in her-and thrilled him to the core.
Clay shot his sibling cum into his sister.
They jolted together like mechanical dogs as they emptied off their fuckjuices together.
They both knew that they would be enjoying a lot of incest together.
After awhile, Sandy drew up and pulled her cunt off her daddy's cock. His huge prick stood for an instant, then crashed down like a felled tree. His balls hung slack in his sac.
Vanessa, her own orgasm finished, saw that there was not likely to be any more action to look at, now that her husband's cock was soft.
"I better hide!" she whispered. "Get rid of James and we can fuck some more, okay?"
Clay grinned and nodded. Vanessa slipped away to hide in the spare room.
Sandy lifted her father's limp prick in her hand, studied it for signs of vigor and, just to make sure he was well and truly finished, licked and sucked it a bit, enjoying the flavor of jizz and cunt-cum on the soft cockmeat.
Deciding that he was done for now, she figured that it was the perfect time to make her escape, her identity still unknown to her parents.
She got up and, her cunt dripping pearly cuntjuice, crossed the room and picked up her discarded garments. As she began to get dressed, still disguised by the mask and the hat, James peered at her affectionately, wondering who the girl was, and envying his brother-in-law such a lover.
Then he frowned.
The girl was stepping into her skirt and, as he stared, James distinctly recalled looking right up the same short skirt that very morning-looking up there and seeing the very same shapely thighs and tiny panties!
Dressed now, but still masked, Sandy walked over to say good-bye to him.
His frown had become a stunned sort of smile.
"Will I see you again?" James asked. "Sure-if you wanna come over here. Only I'm really a shy girl, so I always wear a mask!" Sandy gasped.
