Incest twins
Beneath the outward serenity of small country towns run the same passions that we find in big cities and sprawling suburbia. Criminal acts are more apparent in the cities, but the same forces that drive urban man to crime are at work in our rural areas. So too are the forces that drive people to the pleasures of the flesh.
The characters in this story are a case in point. Outwardly a respectable farming family, behind closed doors they are sexual libertines, stopping at nothing to satisfy their bodies' craving. Incest is not only indulged in, but encouraged, even among very young children. But normal day-to-day life goes on, the farm prospers, everyone is happy. To these people, incest is the norm, and they feel neither guilt, nor a need to apologize for their actions.
These are everyday people. Responsible. Respectable. Solid citizens of their community. Yet they are people trapped in their flesh, unable, no, unwilling to control their sexual drives as long as no one is hurt by them. They have given themselves over to the pleasurable. But are they really so different from the rest of us?
Entertaining fiction -- yes -- but a novel that gives added insight into the passions we all must deal with.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Christ, Greta, after all this time I still can't believe your tits are so fucking big and beautiful," Cyril said as he fondled one of the massive breasts and prepared to suck it.
"I'm glad you like my tits, lover. I like the things you do to them," the big, Germanic-looking blonde sighed as she lay across the rumpled bed.
"Not just your tits. I love all of you -- your face, your ass, your cunt, your whole body. I even love to suck your toes. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and probably the horniest."
"I know I'm the horniest, Cyril, especially right at this moment. When you finish with my tits, I want to sit on your face again. I never get tired of that."
"Yes, you beautiful bitch, I know it. I'll just give these tits a quick sucking and then you can sit on my face. One day you're going to smother me to death that way, you know."
"Don't worry, lover, I'd never do that. I want to keep you around. You're a beautiful lover. You're handsome, rich and generous."
"And you don't think I'm too old for you?" he asked.
"Silly. You're only forty-six, just eleven years older than I, and you have the strong cock of a teenager. You get better as you go along. Suck my tits now and then I'll sit on your face. Later, I'm going to need a pee, and you know what that means when I'm in this mood."
Greta saw him tremble a little, then she fed a tit into his mouth and rubbed his head lovingly as he sucked.
Cyril sucked voraciously as though trying to get the whole breast into his mouth, though that would be quite impossible. But for all their size, her massive tits jutted as firmly as they had when she was twenty.
Her European mother had taught her many beauty secrets, and Greta followed them all so that at thirty-five, not only her tits, but all of her body boasted the firmness of youth, and her skin was smoother than silk.
One of those secrets involved keeping her body protected from the sun, so that her skin glowed milky white, contrasting excitingly with the black lingerie she liked the wear.
Cyril had sensed a certain sexuality about Greta when she came to apply for the job of housekeeper for which he had advertised. He had looked boldly at the cleavage of the tits he wanted to bare and touch, and her smile had told him he would be welcome to do so.
On her first night on the job, she had shared his bed, and had done so ever since, doing the job as no woman before had ever done. Until Greta, he had considered himself a master of the erotic arts, but she had taught him many new tricks, and delighted in doing so.
"There," Cyril said with satisfaction as he finished sucking the second tit and stared at the elongated nipple, the biggest he had ever seen, "that should hold those beautiful big tits for now. My face is cold. Do you think you know how to warm it up for me?" he asked as he turned and lay on his back, his cock throbbing, his eyes shining with hot desire which would not be slaked for a long time.
"Yes, my little boy. You just lie like that and Mummy will warm your face for you, with her big ass and cunt. My little boy likes Mummy to do that, doesn't he?"
"Oh yes, yes, show it to me, Greta, show me all of it and then sit on my face. You know how much I love it when you do that."
As he lay trembling, Greta knelt up, then swung a leg slowly over him, letting him look at the cunt which was always so receptive, so hot, so juicy, then she just knelt above him and played with her big tits while he looked up into her crotch and at the lower slopes of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
By nature, Cyril was a strong-willed, dominant man, but he loved playing the game she had taught him, the game in which he was an innocent little boy, and she was his mother, his very sexy mother who did such exciting things to him and with him.
While lust oozed through the pores of his skin, he reached up and fondled the big smooth thighs, working upward until he had a hand on her luscious ass and another in her crotch, where she was more than warm. The thick, pink lips of her cunt seemed to pout, but as he stroked them gently, he knew that in a little while they would have nothing to pout about as his mouth wet them and his tongue penetrated them, licking and driving her wild as she climaxed with the fierce intensity with which she always did it.
"My little boy is very naughty to touch Mummy's cunt like that," she scolded. "I think I shall give him some punishment now. I am going to sit on his face and rub him with my big ass and my hot pussy. Lie still like a good little boy, here comes Mummy's ass and cunt."
Cyril caught his breath and stared hotly upward as he watched her coming slowly down to him, her knees moving apart, the lovely crotch moving very slowly downward, and then he heard her sigh as her ass touched his nose, telling him which way she was going to start the game.
The smooth, warm crack of her ass moved a little, then it was on his nose, pressing down, capturing it. She pressed down hard until the tip of his nose felt her asshole. It was smooth and clean and wildly exciting as it always was, and then it became more exciting as she rubbed subtly back and forth for a little while before she pressed down more firmly and opened the hole so that his nose could push a little bit into it.
"There, my bad little boy, you have your nose up Mummy's asshole now," she told him, her tone husky with passion. "If Mummy should happen to fart now, you would be trapped with your nose up her hole. I could hold you right there with my great big behind."
It was a threat she often made but never kept, Cyril thought, and suspected that one day he would ask her to carry out the threat. For the time being though, he was more than content to lay in the warm captivity of her beautiful big ass, his cock throbbing strongly, his balls threatening to explode.
Greta sat on his nose a little longer, then moved and began massaging his face with the cheeks of her ass. Cyril loved having his face rubbed with the silken cheeks, but was more excited by the certain knowledge that in just a little while, her hot, soft cunt would be in his mouth, and she would be urging him on as he sucked and licked it, his face in the warm captivity of her smooth crotch.
"There... there... there," she panted in the tone which always so excited him, "Mummy has given your face a nice rubbing with her big ass. Now she is going to put her cunt on your mouth and you are going to suck it. Are you going to suck Mummy's hot, juicy cunt, Cyril?"
"Yes, Mummy. I'll suck your pretty cunt and feel your pretty ass. I'll suck you a whole lot, Mummy, and I'll make you come, and then you'll rub your wet pussy all over my face," he told her, his tone eager as she raised her ass a little above his face so that he could see the tasty, pink gash, could hunger for it as he invariably did.
He heard Greta sigh, and then she lowered her crotch to his face, the soft lips of her cunt on his mouth. For a few seconds, she rubbed subtly, and then held her body still. Cyril caught the big ass cheeks with two hands, and as he fondled them, he began sucking warm, tasty cunt.
In his time, Cyril had lapped many cunts since a mature woman had taught him the art when he was a boy of eighteen, but none had ever thrilled him the way Greta's did. He couldn't be sure why her pussy so thrilled him. It was always clean, yet with the same thrilling aroma of musk. He sensed that a big factor was the bigness of her smooth ass cheeks and thighs, the firmness of them and the intense warmth of her crotch. Whatever it was, he loved it, and sucked greedily and very wetly, filling her slit with saliva and sucking it back out after it had been marinated with the natural juices of her twat, of which there was always a plentiful supply.
Her big body jerked strongly and her cunt pressed on his mouth when he sent his tongue into her slit, then his hands tightened their grip on her ass cheeks as he lapped where she was so hot and juicy.
As she rode his face, Greta squeezed and rubbed her big tits, looking at their reflection in the mirror with lust shining in her eyes. Until Cyril, she had thought that only another woman could really lap a cunt the way it should be done, but he had changed her thinking with his exciting style of cunt lapping, as well as his other erotic talents.
Greta felt herself building toward climax and knew it was going to be another beautiful one. She neither tried to rush nor resist as she felt her muscles getting tense. Then they reached the stage where they were as tight as fiddle strings, and they held that way as his tongue continued to lick on and around her clit. Then she was wailing in a beautiful orgasm, and her wet crotch was rubbing hotly all over his face, smearing his mouth, nose, and cheeks and forehead with the warm, sticky, mingled juices of her cunt. As so often happened, the come went on and on, seemingly for hours, each spasm being followed by yet another until they finally stopped and she sighed, her body glowing with content as she continued to give Cyril the cunt facial which he so loved.
"Oh, lover, what a glorious come you gave me," she said, sighing again as she raised her crotch from his face, her big tits swaying proudly above him. "Do you want to stick that beautiful cock in me now?"
"I'm just about ready for that, now that you mention it," he replied as he sat up, his face shining with moisture.
"That's nice. Where do you want to stick it, dear? Pick a place, anyplace you like. I'm all cunt for you, lover."
"I think I'll have you bend over on all fours and then I'll decide whether to fuck your cunt or your ass. I can never decide which I prefer."
Eagerly, she turned over, and then she was down on all fours, her knees wide apart, her tits hanging heavily, her plump ass and wet cunt beautifully presented to her employer and lover, the sexiest man she had ever known.
Crouching behind the big woman, Cyril began fondling her ass with both hands, thinking again of how beautiful she was. For some men, she would be too big, but not for Cyril. At six-foot-one and a hundred eighty-five pounds, she was the perfect size. That she was three inches taller and ten pounds heavier than he only made her more exciting.
As he gently touched her cunt, he marveled at how so big a woman could have so small a pussy, the lips as small and soft and tender as a little girl. He had been fucking and sucking it for more than a year, yet it was still as thrillingly tight as the first time, he thought as he stroked it while she purred contentedly.
"I think I'll fuck you both ways," he told her, and gently parted the lips of her snatch as he knelt behind her, his cock throbbing strongly.
"Oh yes, lover, that will be so beautiful," Greta told him. "My cunt will make your prick nice and slippery, so it will get up my asshole more easily. I love it when you give me that double fuck."
It was obvious that Cyril loved it too as he rubbed the head of his tool over the wet surface of her pussy, teasing her with it and causing her to shudder with lust which kept mounting. Then she felt his cock pause between the lips of her twat. He gave a little push and then let out a low, quavering groan as the head of his cock stretched her slit and pushed into it. While Greta panted, her big tits swaying, he slowly fed cock to her until she had it all in her cunt and he could feel her strong cunt muscles closing tightly around it, as she loved to do.
Cyril gripped her well-fleshed hips, gave them a squeeze, and then he began giving her a slow fucking. She had sucked his cock only a few hours earlier, had drained his balls, and he knew he was good for a long, lovely ride on her magnificent ass.
He used long strokes, and with each one, his belly slapped her behind with a little spanking sound, which added to the excitement of the fuck for the two of them. He went on with the fucking for about five minutes, then pressed tightly against her ass as he told her he was going to take his cock out of her cunt and stick it up her ass.
Cyril pulled it out slowly and Greta felt empty as he took his hand off his cock to allow it to cool for a few seconds, then it was pushing between the big cheeks of her ass, pressing against the tight pink ring which looked much too small to take a man's cock.
She let out a little gasp when he pushed and, after resisting for a second, her asshole opened wide as the head of his cock pushed slowly into it, stretching it so that she groaned, but he knew the sound had nothing to do with pain or protest. She loved having her asshole fucked by Cyril, and there were times when he wasn't around and she would use a carrot to bugger herself, pretending it was his prick.
He paused for a little while with just the head of his cock up her ass, and then he adjusted his grip on her smooth hips and began slowly feeding it to her, less than an inch at a time, smiling as he thought that half the fun is getting there. He knew he had arrived when he pressed tightly against her ass, pushed again but had nothing left to give her.
"Oh yes, you beautiful man, you lovely lover," she panted, "You have all of your prick up my asshole. It feels so good, lover! Fuck me, lover, fuck my big ass and make me know I'm getting it!"
And fuck her he did, using the same slow stroking style he had used in her cunt, making her tits sway as his tummy slapped her arched ass. Taking his eyes off her for a minute, he watched the reflection in the big mirror as though he were watching another man ass-fucking another woman.
Being a voyeur at heart, he loved to watch their reflections in the mirror, no matter what they were doing, even during those thrilling sessions in the bathroom when she pissed on him and, after taking the hot shower for a while, he would move a little farther down and open his mouth to thrill her by drinking her piss.
His prick felt so good in the tightness of her asshole, but as he looked at their reflections, he was peeping through a window, watching strangers. Cyril had been fucking her tight ass for close to five minutes when he realized that despite the earlier blowjob, he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. That being the case, he decided that rather than trying to fight it, he would go along with it.
Renewing his grip, he pushed his cock slowly all the way into her ass, then began riding fast, nuts flying as he hammered her ass with his belly, his panting and labored breathing sounding loud in the quiet room, as loud as Greta's.
She knew what was about to happen, and while she was sorry that the ass-fucking would soon end, she was excited too as she waited to feel him jerking against her ass as he pumped his man cream up her dirt chute, as she liked to call it.
Sweat was trickling down Cyril's naked body as he hammered her ass while his cock pistoned in her hole. Then he threw his head back, tightened his grip on her, then rammed his cock into her, hard, and left it there, buried in the tightness of her ass as he felt his jism shooting into her.
Despite all she had sucked from him earlier, he was able to give her a liberal dose of juice, and then he left his spent cock buried in her while they talked of how thrilling the ass-fucking had been for both of them.
"You really know how to look after a woman, lover," Greta told him with a little sigh. "When you've fucked me, I really know I've been fucked!"
"That's as it should be, Greta," he told her as he looked down at her beautiful ass. "You're more a woman than anyone I've ever known, and I want to keep you happy and horny."
"Do you think your prick has had enough for one night?" she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder, her blonde hair looking beautiful even in disarray.
"It's had enough for the time being," he told her, "but we have some talking to do, and by the time we're finished, who knows, I just might get hard again. If I do, perhaps I'll have you make a cunt of your lovely tits and fuck you there."
"Oh yes, darling. You know how I love it when you fuck my tits and shoot your cream into my mouth and all over my face. Let's start talking and hope you can get your cock up again. Jesus Christ, I'm so horny tonight!"
"You're horny every night and every day and that's one of the reasons I love you so much," Cyril said as he pulled his spent cock out of her ass and went to pour drinks for them.
Cyril had inherited his father's estate during his final year of college, and in doing so, changed his lifestyle and his plans. He dropped out of college, bought a thousand acre farm about fifteen miles from the city, then settled down to enjoy the life of a gentleman farmer.
He raised horses and girl so that the farm more or less paid for itself, and he devoted his time and energy to enjoying life, especially the sexual aspects of it.
Women were frequent visitors to the farm, beautiful young women who liked to play all the games or who were willing to learn. He tried a number of housekeepers, but they all left eventually, disapproving of such things as Cyril and his playmates running naked around the house, playing, sucking and fucking wherever and whenever they chose.
It was then that he decided that what he needed was a younger, sexy woman who could enjoy joining in sexual games, but who would still look after the place and keep it looking good and him well fed as well as well fucked. Greta had filled the bill admirably. She was a perfect housekeeper as well as a swinging sex partner, yet she never complained when he brought another woman to the house and, if that woman happened to be so inclined, Greta enjoyed jumping in bed with her to entertain her employer with lesbian fun and games.
But all that was due for change, a change that was to result from the death of one of his brothers and his wife who left three children behind. The nineteen-year-old son posed no real problem since he was in school in Europe, but the eighteen-year-old twins, Jenny and John, were a different matter.
There was another brother, one who had been cut out of his father's will and was struggling to make ends meet. He was prepared to take the twins, and Cyril suspected it was because under the terms of the will of the twins' late parents, they would come into a big inheritance at the age of twenty.
Cyril wasn't concerned about their money, but the thought of having an eighteen-year-old girl in the house was another matter. The youngest girl he had ever fucked had been eighteen years old, and it had been thrilling. As he thought of his eighteen-year-old niece he became sexually aroused. When he discussed it with Greta, she gave a whoop of delight, telling Cyril that she had seduced a number of boys and was always thrilled by it.
"Think of what a ball we could have with the two of them here," she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
"I'm thinking of it, Greta, but I'm also thinking of the danger of spending a lot of time behind bars if they should get careless and talk among other kids."
"Who says they have to mix with other kids?" Greta asked.
"What about school?"
"The state department of education offers correspondence courses. I could help them and they'd get a perfectly good education. It would also mean tat they'd be at home all the time. They'd have the homes to ride, chores to do around the place, the creek for swimming. They wouldn't miss school or other kids at all, especially after we've trained them to fuck."
"Christ, Greta, you're as bad as I am. I thought you'd be at least hesitant about having a couple of kids around the place."
"You underestimate me, darling. I'm every bit as sexy as you. Their coming here would mean one sexual partner for you, a pretty little girl of eighteen, but for me it would mean two new partners to seduce. Just the thought of it makes me so horny I can smell smoke coming from my panties."
It had all been arranged then. The twins would remain in school until the end of the term, just two weeks away, and then they would come to the farm to live. It had been discussed with them and they were pleased, delighted to leave the city and live on the farm.
And that was what Cyril and Greta were discussing as they lay on the bed, resting from their orgy, her asshole still feeling a little bit stretched.
They talked of how they would go about seducing the twins, Greta assuring Cyril that the boy would be both easy and fun to seduce, but that the girl could be a bit more difficult.
"I don't think Jenny will pose any real problem though," she went on, "not after she watches her brother playing with me in the nude, sucking my cunt and fucking me. She'll want to find out what it's all about, you'll see, lover."
"I'm sure you're right, Greta. Christ, think of how she'll look. Her little boobies will just be beginning to form, and if she has any hair at all on her pussy, it will be just like peach fuzz."
"Right, and sucking her little cunt will be like sucking a peach, I'll bet," Greta added, and licked her lips.
"And think of how tight her little slit will be," Cyril said, and felt his prick beginning to stir. "I can just picture it now, lying on top of that little naked body, probing her young crotch with my cock as she squirms. She may be frightened, but that doesn't matter. Her cunt will stretch as I shove my prick in it, but it will be so thrilling for me that I'll probably fire my load before I break her cherry."
"What the hell," Greta said, and gave a little laugh, "you'll just have to keep trying until you manage it. After all, you're a very patient man."
"I can be very patient when I think of the thrill of fucking a eighteen-year-old and doing all the other things with her. Of course, I'll want to watch when you seduce John."
"Of course, lover, but it would be better if you were not in the room, if he didn't know you were watching. We'll work out something so that you can peek without being seen. It'll take a long time seducing him, at least an hour, probably more. Innocent little boys can get so excited when they are being seduced. It's been more than a year, almost two, since I seduced a boy."
"Damn it, Greta, all this talk is making me feel horny as a goat, but I don't think I can get my prick to rise to attention."
"Let me suck on it a little. Perhaps that will help," Greta said as she moved down on the bed. Then she was playing with his cock, which showed a bit of promise, but not much.
"Close your eyes, lover," she told him, "and you can pretend I'm little Jenny playing with your pecker and sucking on it. She won't be doing that soon, dear. She'll really have to stretch her jaws to take so big a cock in her mouth."
Greta stopped talking and took his cock into her mouth. It was warm and wet and exciting there, Cyril thought, but as good as it felt as she sucked him, he still doubted that he was going to get a hard-on.
Despite her continued sucking, Greta had to face the fact that she couldn't stiffen his cock that way, or for that matter, in any way at all.
"Sorry I couldn't stiffen you, darling," she told him as she released his cock and sat up. "Right now, I have to get to the toilet. If I don't pee, this bed is going to get very wet."
"Wait a minute, that's it!" Cyril said with excitement as he sat up and felt his cock already starting to rise. "Get your bloomers and get into them. I'm going to be so hard so fast that it will astound you, angel."
"Oh Cyril, do you want me to pee on you?"
"You better believe it, angel. I'm glad you need that pee so badly. It means I'll probably get a nice, long shower."
"Believe it, lover," she said as she hurried off the bed, went to a dresser and took out a pair of pink rayon bloomers.
As she stepped into the garment, her tits went into exciting swaying action, and as he watched, Cyril felt his prick stirring more strongly. It wasn't a game they played often, but when they did, it drove him wild with passion.
He watched as she snugged the bloomers around her and then rubbed a hand slowly in her crotch. Cyril asked her if she could hold on for a while, and when she told him she could, he sent her to get drinks for them, his eyes following her big ass as she walked out of the room. He loved the look of her in the sexy little panties she usually wore, but from time to time, it was thrilling to see her big ass in old-fashioned rayon bloomers, her big ass cheeks making the fabric stretch to contain them.
She returned with the drinks, but remained standing with hers, walking around the room, assuming various sexy poses to add to his excitement. The sight of her and the thought of what they were going to do was enough so that he smiled with satisfaction as he looked down at his big prick, stiff and throbbing, as hard as it had been all evening.
Finishing their drinks, they went downstairs to a small bathroom with a tiled floor and a recessed drain. They usually used that room for pissing purposes because it made cleaning up easier than in any of the upstairs bathrooms.
Greta carried a sheet, which she folded and laid on the floor, and then Cyril lay on his back on it and looked again at his throbbing cock, amazed and delighted.
When Greta came to stand astride him Cyril sat up and felt his way to the crotch and seat of her bloomers, and he soon had her hips jerking with passion as he felt her up and talked of how her piss would soon be shooting through the rayon to shower him, and of how he would then take her wet bloomers down and fuck her hot cunt.
"Are you ready now, lover?" she asked. "I really can't hold it back much longer."
"I'm ready, you beautiful, horny bitch. I'm ready for you to tower me with your hot piss. Get ready to piss in your bloomers for me."
Sometimes when she gave him a piss shower, Cyril had her strip naked so that her stream would hit him hard and splashed them both, but other times he liked her to pee in her bloomers. The sight of it excited him and he liked too the way the fluid came through with reduced pressure as the wet circles spread over the pink rayon.
Greta knelt on all fours, her big ass arched a little below his face, her bloomers stretched seemingly to the maximum, and as he stared hotly, Cyril raised himself onto his elbows to provide an angle for the piss to run don his body and make the shower more complete, more exciting.
As always, Greta gave him time to wait for it, lowering her ass a little closer, and feeling her heart pounding as it always did when it was time to pee for him.
Cyril's eyes focused on the tightly stretched bloomers, and he trembled with arousal and anticipation until, without warning, he saw a wet spot appear. It widened, and then the piss was trickling in a relatively slow stream through the fabric and onto his chest.
It felt warm and exciting and he saw the little bubbles appear around the source of the stream being filtered through the rayon of her bloomers. His right hand moved up and pressed against the spot, forcing her piss to spread around the tight-fitting bloomers and making them wet over a much larger area, so that the wet rayon clung more excitingly to her ass, like a pink second skin.
The piss felt thrilling on his hand, as did the wet bloomers, then he took the hand away and allowed the stream to resume hitting his chest and trickling down his body, over the base of his stiff prick and his bans, trickling under his body to wet his ass.
When the stream began to lose its force, he moved a little farther down and heard her groan as he closed his eyes and moved his face, his mouth wide open, under the trickling stream. It was the part he loved most, when her warm pee washed his face and ran into his mouth.
The trickle ended and droplets of piss continued to fall from the wet panties as Cyril reached for the towel to wipe his eyes and forehead, then he sat up and fondled her wet bloomers with both hands, squeezing her big ass cheeks through the fabric. Soon, he knew, her panties would become cold and uncomfortable and she would want to take them off, but there was something he had to do first, something he had never done before.
Holding her by the hips, he brought his face to the wet bloomers, and then she gave a loud cry of surprise as she felt his mouth sucking the area where most of her piss had been filtered, where her bloomers were wettest. As he sucked greedily and noisily, swallowing what he was stealing from the garment, Greta trembled and became so wildly aroused that she thought she was going to climax.
He stopped sucking, worked his way out from under her, then he was dragging her soaked bloomers down off her wet ass and thighs, delighting in the sight of her big, bare ass.
Cyril left her bloomers stretched across her thighs, just above her knees and she opened her legs as widely as she could. It was more than enough, he saw as he took his throbbing prick in his right hand, rubbed it over the wet lips of her twat, then very slowly pushed it into her cunt.
"You were a bad girl to wet your bloomers like that," he scolded, "and so I'm going to punish you, like this," he said, and slipped her another inch of prick. Continuing to scold his naughty little girl for pissing her bloomers, he slipped his cock into her, a little at a time, until he was in to the hilt, then he continued to scold her as he fucked her, his belly slapping her wet ass cheeks, his strong prick stretching and filling her churning cunt.
While he fucked her, Greta went on trembling and panting as though she could still feel and see him sucking the wet bloomers, and she told herself it was the most exciting thing they had ever done together.
And then she forgot about the sucking as he pulled her wet ass tightly against him. She felt his cock expanding inside her, and then it was shooting and flooding her belly with another kind of fluid, a richer, thicker one.
CHAPTER TWO
Cyril and Greta shared a hot, tingling excitement as they drove to the airport to pick up the twins that Saturday afternoon. They had agreed that they would not begin their seduction for a couple of days, but the fact of their arrival was more than exciting enough.
Cyril had seen the children a couple of times a year, so they knew him and liked him and there was no shyness as they met in the arrival lounge. There was much hugging and chatter, and it was clear that the two had gotten over their parents' death.
That, Cyril thought, wasn't too surprising. His brother and wife had been social people who entertained and drank a lot, but spent little time with their children. The twins had been scheduled to go into boarding schools the following year, and had been badly upset at the prospect of being separated. Coming to live with their Uncle Cyril meant that they would be allowed to stay together after all, so that the deaths brought to them an important fringe benefit after all.
As they got into the car, Cyril had Jenny sit in front with him, while Greta took John into the back seat. As Greta sat, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride high so that John could see her luscious thighs sheathed in sheer nylon. Even though she wouldn't begin his seduction for a couple of days, Greta saw no reason why she shouldn't begin to get him interested in female anatomy, to set him up for what was to come.
She chatted with him for a while as Cyril did the same with his niece, and then she switched her attention to Cyril, talking with and looking at him, to give the boy a chance to steal more glances at her thighs. By then, she had allowed the hem of her dress to climb a little above the tops of her nylons, and she wondered if he was getting a hard-on as he peeked.
When they reached the farm, they took the kids on a tour of the place, Cyril driving the Jeep with Jenny sitting beside him, while John sat in the back seat with Greta, whose dress hem seemed to refuse to stay down.
The children were delighted with the farm, never before having seen homes and girl grazing. Then Cyril drove to the creek where the water looked crystal clear and inviting.
"I sure want to get my trunks on and have a swim here," John said eagerly, and his sister agreed that it was a great idea.
"When you get more accustomed to the farm, and to us," Greta told the children, "you won't even bother with your bathing trunks. Your uncle and I often swim here and we very seldom bother with bathing suits. Swimming in the nude is fun, you know, it gives one a naughty feeling."
"Don't worry, kids, we're not going to rush," Cyril told them. "Life around the farm is going to be quite a lot different from the life you've known. It will be much more interesting and exciting, but take your time and get adjusted gradually."
The children assured him that they were delighted to be at the farm, to live there and enjoy riding and swimming and so much more freedom than they'd known in their home.
Cyril decided it was the right time to tell them that they wouldn't have to go to school, that they would study at home by correspondence, with help from Greta and him.
"Wow!" John enthused. "No school? That's too good to be true."
"Don't get too excited, dear," Greta told him. "You will do schoolwork here, and plenty of it, but you will be able to do it in the house or out here in the fields. You will both find it a lot better than stuffy classrooms, bells, crabby teachers and all that."
Explaining that she needed to piss, Greta suggested that they return to the house, but Cyril only laughed and told her the grass needed watering. Bending from the waist with her back turned to the twins, Greta casually pulled her panties down, paused, and then squatted. They watched as her stream hissed into the grass beside the Jeep. As she finished, she allowed them a generous view of her big ass before she pulled her panties back into place and dropped her dress.
"You'll find us very casual around here," Cyril told the twins. "Mind you, it will take you a while to get accustomed to the routine here, but don't let that bother you. Was that the first look you ever had at a woman's bare ass, John?"
"Y-Yes," the boy stammered as Greta looked and saw a slight bulge in the front of his pants, and knew he had a hard-on, confirming her hunch that he would be very easy to seduce when she got around to it.
They returned to the house, and Greta poured drinks for her and Cyril while Jenny opened Cokes for herself and her brother.
"Did I shock you by showing you my bare ass?" Greta asked the girl while they were alone in the kitchen.
"I don't know about shocked," Jenny replied nervously, "but it sure did surprise me. You have such a big bottom."
"Why don't you have another look at it?" Greta said, turning her back and pulling the hem of her dress above her waist. "Go ahead, take my panties down and have a good look at my big ass."
Nervously, the girl pulled her panties down and felt waves of excitement sweeping over her. When Greta invited her to, she put both hands on the big cheeks and rubbed, then squeezed the firm mounds. After about a minute, Greta turned and smiled at her, reading excitement in her eyes as he looked at the wide triangle of her pussy bush.
"I don't know about you, Jenny," she said with a little wink, "but that made me very horny." As she said it, she pushed a hand into her crotch and gave her pussy a little rub. "As soon as we finish our drinks, I'm going to take your uncle to our bedroom, we're going to strip naked, and I'm going to take his big dick up my cunt for a nice fuck. I suppose you're a bit young to know all about fucking, but it's wonderful. There's nothing like the feel of a stiff prick in your cunt, except maybe a good tongue. Have you ever had your little cuntie sucked and licked?"
"No," Jenny replied, and blushed.
"As I said, dear, things are going to be very different around here. Let me have a quick look at you before we go back to the boys."
With only a little urging, Jenny raised the hem of her dress and Greta pulled her panties down. She felt a strong surge of passion as she looked at the tender young cunt with just a little fuzz above it, and thought of what it would be like when Cyril lapped it and then stretched it with his big prick. When her hand went to the little slit and stroked it gently, she felt Jenny tremble, and told herself that the girl too would be easy to seduce.
"Later, you may tell your brother what we did in the kitchen if you wish, perhaps while I'm upstairs getting fucked by your uncle. Tell him I'll let him feel my ass later."
They carried the drinks to the living room and the four chatted until Cyril and Greta finished theirs, then Greta stood and told the children that she was taking their uncle away for a while, winking at Jenny as she spoke.
In restoring the old farmhouse, Cyril had left many of the original doors, with keyholes. As he and Greta began undressing, they heard the floor squeaking outside their room, and wondered whether both the twins were there, peeking through the keyhole.
Outside the door, Jenny and John took turns peeking as the man and woman undressed until both were naked and beginning to play. The size of her uncle's prick both delighted and frightened Jenny. As she looked at Greta's big tits and ass, she recalled how smooth the cheeks had felt, and hungered to rub the exciting woman all over.
When he took his turn at the keyhole, John felt his pecker stiffen and throb as he feasted his eyes on Greta's naked body, her tits so big that he couldn't believe it. He watched his uncle sucking one big tit and fondling it with both hands, and then he made way for his sister as Cyril sucked the other.
While Jenny watched, John reached up under her dress and fondled her panties, and then he pulled them down and, for the first time, saw her little cunt. After he had rubbed her pretty little ass for a while, he put a hand into the crotch she opened for him and felt warm young pussy.
When she allowed him to return to the keyhole, the boy almost gasped aloud as he saw the big woman lying on her back with her legs wide open while his uncle sucked her cunt. He had heard boys talking about cunt lapping, but had never really believed that it happened. He and his sister took turns watching the cunt lapping, then they both heard Greta coming, her cries of passion seeming to fill the house.
But one come wasn't enough for Greta in her state, and after a minute or so, John watched his uncle lie on his back, then Greta was sitting on his face and he was lapping her juicy cunt again, his hands fondling her beautiful big ass as he sucked and licked until she had another come, and then she was smearing her juice all over his face, her big ass cheeks jerking strongly.
After the second cunt lapping, Greta knelt on all fours, showing her ass and cunt to the pair at the door, and then Cyril knelt up behind her, took his cock in hand, and slowly worked it into her well-prepared slit. He gave her a long, slow fucking until he was ready to shook his load, then, while Jenny pressed her eye to the keyhole, he pulled his throbbing cock out and let her see his jism shooting all over the bare ass of the big woman.
The show over, the twins went to Jenny's room where they talked of all they had seen, then she asked her brother to let her see and feel his prick. He took it out eagerly, and she marveled at the hardness of it, wondering what it would feel like if she were to let him stick it into her cunt. For just a moment, she considered it, and then a wave of apprehension swept over her as she thought of pain and pregnancy and promised herself she wouldn't permit him to. And then he was rubbing the crotch of her panties and she forgot about pain, although she did remember her promise not to let him fuck her. When he wanted to take her panties off, she helped him, then a fresh wave of arousal swept over her as her brother's hands rubbed in her crotch and over her smooth ass.
"Do you want to suck my cunt like he did?" Jenny asked, her young body trembling.
"Yes, I think so. What does a cunt taste like?"
"Silly, how would I know? If there's any taste to it, it must be a nice one. Uncle Cyril sure seemed to like sucking Greta's."
John agreed, and then she was lying on the bed with her crotch wide open. He bent over her, looked at the pretty little pussy, then began kissing and sucking it, reaching under her to fondle the cheeks of her ass while she writhed with passion.
"Now get your tongue inside like he did," Jenny told her brother as she rubbed his head, thrilling to the feel of having her cunt sucked. "I think if you lick enough, I can have a come, like she did. I know I'm old enough to come, I can do it with my finger."
John was in the mood to try anything, so he parted the tender little lips and flicked his tongue into her slit. He was delighted to find that there was no taste at all, and that it felt thrilling to be licking a cunt. She guided his tongue until it found her cunt, and cried out a little at the first contact, hoping the others in their bedroom hadn't heard the sound. John gave her a lovely lapping, and then she had to stuff the heel of a hand into her mouth to keep from shrieking as her orgasm swept over her in delicious waves.
"Ooh, that was so good," she whispered when it was over and she was able to breathe normally again. "Your tongue felt so good in my cuntie, and you gave me such a beautiful come, the best one I ever had."
"Now I need something," he said as they both looked at his hard little prick. "Do you want to fuck?"
"No, I'm afraid to do that. Don't boys pull themselves and shoot cream, like Uncle Cyril shot it over her big ass?"
"Yeah," he replied dubiously, and then his eyes brightened. "I know you can pull me off. Your hand is nice and soft and it'll feel good."
Hurrying to the dresser, he took some Kleenex from the box and made a thick pad of it. Giving it to her, he told her how to masturbate him, and she looked as excited at the prospect as he, then she was holding the pad in her left hand and slowly jerking his cock with her right, while his heart pounded so loudly he thought it could be heard all through the house.
"Oh, that feels so good," he told her, panting. "It won't take long for me to shoot. It feels so good!"
Seconds later, he panted a warning that he was going to shoot, and then he did. The first spurt was strong, and it missed the pad, shooting against the wall, then Jenny was able to get the tissue into the right position and she watched as the rest of his jism shot into it, and then felt his dick shrink and soften.
"Gee," she said with awe, "cocks are wonderful things. I'll pull you off all you want, and you can suck my cunt as often as you want to!"
The next morning, Cyril and Greta lay in bed making plans. They rejected their earlier decision about waiting a few days before seducing the twins, and agreed that they would get on with it that day. They agreed too that John would be seduced first, and that both Cyril and Jenny were going to watch.
"Once she's seen me in action with her brother, that pretty little girl is going to be so horny she won't want to wait another minute for her turn," Greta told him.
"You're probably right," Cyril agreed. "In fact, if she seems receptive, I may play with her a bit while John is getting his."
"That could be fun, but I'd suggest you don't try to push too fast. It would really be a shame to upset her."
"Don't worry, dear. I'll keep reminding myself that she's only eighteen years old. I won't risk scaring her at all. I want her to be nice and eager when her time comes."
The children still looked excited when they arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. The big, old-fashioned kitchen had been fully equipped with the most modem appliances, but its original shape and size had been retained. Through the big windows, they enjoyed a view of gently rolling pasture. The sun made the creek sparkle like a jewel as it twisted diagonally across the fields, and in the foreground, the well-tended garden was a riot of color as birds, and bees and butterflies made themselves at home.
"What are we going to do today?" John asked.
"Can you ride?" his uncle asked.
"No."
"Then I'll have one of the hands teach you. We have a few very gentle horses and you can start with them. Later, you'll ride more spirited ones. I have one in mind for you, John, a very spirited mare. She'll give you the ride of your life when you mount her," he added, and gave Greta a sidelong glance.
"Oh yes, I know the one you mean, dear. She loves to be ridden. In fact, she can't seem to get enough of it, as I recall."
After breakfast, Cyril took the twins in the Jeep to the far end of the property where the stables were located.
"Most of the horses we raise here are racing stock," he explained as they watched horses of all sizes grazing in the lush fields. "We raise a few riding horses as well, but racers are the big thing. Have you ever seen a pair of homes mating?"
Both replied that they hadn't, and Jenny blushed just a little.
"It's really quite an impressive sight. Horses are really big and long in that department, and it can be very exciting when the stallion mounts the mare and rams it to her. I'll arrange for you to watch a mating one of these days."
Turning the twins over to one of the hired hands for their riding lesson, he drove back to the house and found that Greta had finished her chores in the kitchen. He went with her to one of the guest rooms where he saw what he wanted. The walls were paneled in such a way, he explained to Greta, that little holes could be drilled without being too obvious. From the adjoining room, an audience would be able to see all the action and hear most of it, all but the quieter whispers. Going to the basement, he got an electric drill and made a number of holes in such locations that they could be covered with pictures when not in use.
It was almost lunchtime when the children returned, excited and sweating. Jenny announced that she needed a bath, and Greta told John that he should have one too. Before letting him go, she took him aside and told him she knew that boys sometimes played with their cocks in the bath or shower and cautioned him not to, telling him he would learn the reason for it later. Before he left for his shower, she gave him a squeeze, and as she bent, he was able to look into the top of her blouse to see the upper slopes of her tits and her black bra.
They ate a light lunch of salad and sandwiches, and then Jenny helped Greta dear up the kitchen and wash the dishes.
"Do you feel like a swim, Aunt Greta?" Jenny asked as they finished the job.
"Yes dear, but later. We have something much more interesting to do. It's a surprise, and I think you're going to enjoy it a lot, though John may enjoy it even more than you will."
Jenny begged to find out what was in store, but Greta smilingly refused, telling her she would find out in a few minutes, since everything was ready and there was no reason to delay.
They found Cyril and John chatting in the garden, then Greta told Cyril that he had an errand to run and suggested that he take Jenny along. Pretending he had forgotten, he snapped his fingers, told Greta he would look after it at once, then took Jenny by the arm and led her into the house, taking her to the room from which they would watch the exciting seduction of her brother. He showed her one peephole and selected another for himself.
"What are we going to see, Uncle Cyril?" she asked, and felt excitement as she made a vague guess that it had to do with Greta and her brother.
"Just watch and you'll see, Jenny. You must remember to be quiet though. After all, we wouldn't want to disturb anyone, would we?"
A couple of minutes later, Greta walked into the room wit John, and Cyril felt his cock beginning to stiffen as he thought of what was in store for them.
Greta directed John to a chair which had been placed opposite the bed, then she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her long, shapely legs, allowing him to see the tops of her nylons and one garter, which pressed against the exciting white skin of her big thigh. John stole a quick look, then turned his gaze away.
"It's all right for you to look at my legs and thighs, dear," Greta told him. "In fact, I like to have boys and men look at my thighs. That's why I cross my legs the way I do, go on, have another look. There, that's it. My thighs are big and beautiful, don't you think?"
"Oh yes. Everything about you is, Aunt Greta," he told her with feeling.
"I suppose you found that out last night at the keyhole of our bedroom," she told him with a dazzling smile. "We really went wild, didn't we?"
"Y-yes," he stammered, and blushed.
"Did you and Jenny take turns peeping?"
"Yes."
"Did you both get very excited?" she asked, and rose the hem of her dress a little higher.
"We sure did."
"I want you to tell me what you did about it, after the show was over. You didn't fuck her, did you?"
"Oh no!" he replied quickly, and then went on to tell everything they had done.
He told the story, nervously at first, then more eagerly as excitement took over.
"Did you enjoy sucking and licking your sister's pretty little pussy?" Greta asked.
"I sure did. I was afraid it would taste bad, but it didn't at all."
"I know all about how cunts taste, dear. I've sucked quite a few myself. A mature woman's cunt is more tasty and interesting than a little girls. Maybe I'll let you find that out for yourself one day. Do you think you'd like to suck my cunt?"
"Oh yes, Aunt Greta. I'd give anything to do that," he told her, his voice breaking.
"Tell me, dear," she said, and opened three buttons of her blouse so that he could see the well-filled cups of her, black bra and the white cleavage of her big tits, "is your dickie hard now?"
"Well then, if I'm going to do nice things for you, I want you to do something for me. Take off all your clothes so I can see your cock and your balls. I want to feel them."
He continued to sit as though frozen, but she saw sweat on his forehead, and knew he was anything but cold. Then he got to his feet, almost losing his balance, and began undressing. He paused when only his briefs remained, his stiff pecker causing them to bulge, then he started pushing them down slowly and paused again. When he did, Greta opened her blouse wide and showed him the bulging cups of her black bra, and heard a little cry escape from his throat.
"Take them off, dear, I want you bare naked," she told him, and he gasped, then pushed the briefs down and stepped out of them, naked, his prick twitching as he stared at her bra and exposed thighs.
"Oh, Uncle Cyril, what is she going to do with him?" Jenny asked in a whisper.
"Everything you can think of, dear," he told her, and patted the seat of her tight-fitting pants, squeezing one firm cheek. "In a little while, she'll be naked too, and she's going to teach him what sex is all about. Does this make you excited?"
"Oh yes. Gee, I never dreamed life here was going to be so exciting. You and Greta are so different."
"Yes we are, and your life will be very beautiful as long as you stay with us. I'm excited too," he added, and used the tips of his fingers and thumbs to show her the form of his stiff cock bulging beneath his pants. "Were you frightened of my prick when you saw it last night while I was playing with Greta and fucking her?"
"I... I don't know," she said, blushing. "Did you know we were watching or did John tell?"
"We knew you were watching, that's why we put on such a show. It was strictly for your benefit, although we did enjoy it ourselves, as you saw. We both love sucking and fucking. Do you think you're going to, dew?" he asked as he fondled the other cheek of her ass.
"I... I guess so, but I'll be afraid at first."
"That's natural, dear, but Greta and I will teach you and we'll be very gentle. Now let's watch the show some more. Things are really going to get hot from now on, you'll see. Greta is horny as a goat right now, and John is going to have the time of his life."
In the bedroom, John knelt at Greta's feet, and she told him to feel her ankles, then slowly work his way up her long, lovely legs. He did it slowly, thrilling to the feel of her nylon-sheathed legs. When his hands moved above her knees, the thrill became greater for him, and she felt his hands trembling as she sat smiling, her knees so wide apart that he could see where black nylon panties curled down into her crotch, and wondered if he would be allowed to feel there.
"I like the way you feel my thighs," she told him as his hands reached the tops of her nylons. Then they moved higher, squeezing the firm flesh of her big bare thighs, delighting in the feel of her warm, silken skin.
"Oh, Aunt Greta, it feels so good! I can't believe it's really happening. Are you going to let me see and feel more than your thighs?"
"On thing at a time, darling. Keep feeling your way up until I tell you to stop."
His breathing labored, sweat trickling down his body, John went on fondling her thighs and then his hands were on her hips, rubbing and squeezing bare skin and sheer panties.
"The crotch of my little panties feels very hot, dear," she told him. "Would you like to feel it and tell me how warm it is? When you do, just think, there will be nothing between my cunt and your hand except a thin little bit of nylon."
She saw his right hand tremble as he brought it to her crotch, then it pressed lightly on the crotch of her panties. He held for a moment, then pressed more firmly, and told her how hot and exciting it felt, then he began rubbing up and down, and she sighed warmly and told him to keep rubbing there and to make her pussy get hotter. His hand continued to rub, and then he felt moisture on the nylon and wondered if she had pissed a little. When he asked her about it, she explained that when a woman's cunt gets very hot and horny, a little fluid sometimes escapes. Cunt juice, she called it, and the words caused him to tremble even more violently.
While he went on rubbing her crotch, Greta removed her blouse, and he gasped when he looked at the sight of her black bra and white body. John couldn't understand why, but he wanted to cry, felt tears in his eyes. The tears surprised him since he was happier than he had ever been.
"Get up now, John, and play with my bra for a while. I want you to feel how big and firm my tits are. Have you ever seen a woman in her bra before?"
"No. You're so beautiful, Greta," he said as he got to his feet and reached for her bra with both hands. "I've never been this excited in my life. Are you sure Uncle Cyril wouldn't be mad if he found out about this?"
"I'm positive, darling. We discussed it before you came here and agreed that in order to make your lives more exciting, we should teach the two of you about sex, and show you how beautiful it can be when it's right, the way it's going to be with us."
She had him fondle the cups of her bra for a long time, then took his hands away and stood. Smiling, she reached behind her back, and slipped the hooks, which held the big bra closed. She paused, and then pulled the straps off her arms while holding the cups in place. Greta saw his wet eyes shining, teased him for a few seconds, then she removed one cup and showed him a naked tit. He gave a gasp, and then she removed the other cup and dropped the bra onto a chair.
Smiling brightly, she began fondling and rubbing her tits, tweaking the nipples to bring them to life.
"These are real tits, dear," she told him as she played with them, "the kind both men and women love to feel and squeeze and suck. Would you like to suck my big tits?"
When he assured her he would, Greta got onto the bed and invited him to join her. For a little while, he fondled the big, firm tits, and did it so well that he kept her sighing and panting. Then she had him lie on his back.
Crouching beside him, she caught her right tit from below, gave it a squeeze, and then lowered herself onto him, the tit still in her hand. As it came to him, he opened his mouth wide, but instead of pushing the tit into it, she rubbed his lips with the hardened nipple, making him wait, then she sighed deeply as she pushed the silken gift into his mouth and heard his muffled cry of passion. Even after she had filled his mouth, he sucked hard, trying to get more.
As they watched the tit sucking, Cyril and Jenny were going wild. It was the first time either had watched the seduction of an innocent boy, and the effect was such that both were panting hard and perspiring.
Knowing the tit sucking would go on for a long time, Cyril moved to his niece and unfastened her pants. Although she trembled more violently, she made no protest as he opened them and pulled them down to her knees, then he was fondling her thighs and panty-clad ass. After a little while, one of his hands moved slowly toward her crotch, and she opened it as wide as her lowered pants would permit.
"Here, Jenny," he whispered as he unzipped his fly, "I'll give you something to play with while I feel you up."
She let out a little gasp as he took his hard cock out and showed it to her, the skin pulled well back off the swollen head, then she closed a hand around the red head and was surprised at the velvety feel of it. When she had held it for a few seconds, she brought her left hand into play as well, feeling the hardness of the long shaft.
"Oh, Uncle, it's so big and long," she whispered, and gave his cock another squeeze. "Could it really fit in my tiny little pussy?"
"Yes, dear. The cunt is a wonderful organ. It can stretch to take a cock of any size, and the more it stretches, the better it feels. You'll find out all about that soon. Speaking of your cunt, I'll take your panties down and have a look at it now."
She caught her breath as he pulled her little white panties down, then he was licking his lips as he stared at the vaginal little slit which would soon be his to fuck and to suck. Squatting in front of her, he held her by both cheeks of the ass as he brought his mouth to the tender lips and gave them a wet kiss which caused her body to jerk strongly. He was strongly tempted to give her a cunt lapping and make her come, but he decided it would be better to save that, and to watch the rest of the seduction.
When they returned to their peepholes, Greta was standing with her feet wide apart, and John knelt with his head under her skirt. His hands were there as well, and a glow of lust shone in Greta's eyes as he worked on her with hands and mouth. Cyril knew she liked to have the crotch of her panties sucked, and guessed that was what John was doing.
And his guess was very accurate. While his hands felt her lush ass, through and around her panties, John was busily sucking her panties, which were already very wet in the crotch, and getting wetter by the second.
Not all women can come with their panties on, Cyril knew, hut Greta was one of the lucky ones, and he wasn't surprised when he heard her cries and grunts of orgasm, saw her big tits bouncing as she clutched at the boy's head through her skirt and held it tightly until the spasms passed. She sighed as he pulled her skirt off him, then unfastened the waistband, unzipped it, and allowed it to fall around her feet. As she stepped out of it, the kneeling boy staring in awe, she rubbed a hand in her wet crotch and smiled warmly down at him, telling him how beautifully he had sucked the crotch of her panties and how he would do it again, this time with no panties in the way, and with his mouth right on her cunt.
Turning her back to him, she bent from the waist and allowed her wide ass to sway close to his face, and then she told him to take her panties off. His hands trembled as he reached for them, then a hand was on each big cheek, squeezing and rubbing before he caught the waistband and slowly peeled the black panties down, moaning with desire as he bared the beautiful, white ass, thrilling at the sight of the flawless cheeks and deep crack.
As Greta stepped out of her panties, John looked up and caught a couple of quick glimpses of her cunt, then she turned, braced her feet wide apart, and really showed it to him, parting the lips with the tips of her fingers and smiling warmly as he trembled, and sweat covered his naked body as his hard little cock throbbed.
"Now tat you've seen my cunt, John," she told him, "it's time for you to kiss it and suck it and lick it."
Still on his knees, he caught his breath as Greta took a step closer, and then her pussy was just above his mouth. He gulped, inhaled the faint aroma of musk, then pressed his open mouth onto her cunt and began sucking at once. It wasn't a comfortable position, and his neck soon began to hurt, but he welcomed pain as he thrilled to the feel of her smooth ass under his two hands, and the feel of a cunt pressed warmly onto his mouth as he sucked hungrily.
Greta's cunt was hot and juicy and very tasty, much more so than his sister's, he thought, and he wanted to keep his mouth on it forever. When he thought of it, he got his tongue up her slit and began lapping her juice, so wild with arousal that he wondered whether his body would explode, but he didn't worry about it. He had his face in the crotch of a big, beautiful, naked woman, and that was all that mattered.
He didn't know how long he had been lapping her cunt when he felt her body go tense, then she was panting and grunting, holding his head tightly, her wet cunt rubbing his face as she went into a strong orgasm. When she came out of it, she was smiling, and her eyes were shining, but she hadn't had enough.
Going to the bed, she lay across it, her ass on the edge, then raised and parted her long legs so that her cunt was aimed at the wall through which the man and girl were watching.
Following her instructions, John dropped to his knees close to the bed, stared into her crotch, and then felt her hot, wet pussy until she told him to start sucking her cunt again and to give her another big come.
There was no hesitation as he hurried his mouth to her cunt, and then she was moaning as he sucked and lapped voraciously, and did it so well that it wasn't long before she achieved the other orgasm she wanted.
After congratulating him on a job well done, Greta turned on the bed, lay with her legs wide apart, and told him to get on her body, get his prick into her cunt and fuck her.
As he crawled to her, he lost his balance and fell, but he got up quickly, and then he was between her legs, his cock throbbing in his right hand. She looked so big and white and beautiful and sexy as he looked down at her, then he was lying in her crotch, the skin of her lovely body feeling smoother than silk under him, and he was probing between her legs with his cock.
He had a little difficulty finding her slit, but then he did, and he eagerly pushed the full length of his prick into her cunt as her arms wrapped around him, and she told him how good it felt to have him lying on her naked body with his prick in her cunt.
Instinct told him what to do then, and he began fucking the beautiful woman, his hard little pecker pistoning fast in her hot twat. She thought of telling him to slow down and make it last, but decided against it. Later, she told herself, would be time enough for training him in the erotic art of fucking.
Much too soon, John felt the churning in his loins which told him that it was getting close to the end. He tried to fight it, tried to hold his load back, but there was to be no holding back, and then he was jerking and twitching in her warm crotch, and his jism was shooting up her cunt. When he was finished, his little balls drained, he continued to lie on her as she rubbed his back with both hands while he tried to tell her what a wonderful experience it had been, and how he would want to fuck her as often as she would let him.
In the other room, Cyril's plans underwent a change as Jenny eagerly played with his cock, but her touch was too good, much too good, and before he realized what was happening, she was gasping with delight as the big cock seemed to expand in her hand, and then she was watching his man cream
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Mike and Diana had been married a long time and the candle had blown out. Life was routine and love and lust were suspended at best. They followed a pattern. Monday to Friday, home from work, something to eat, dishes in the washer and then they separ
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My name is Tom; I am 34 and married to Jane who is 24. We've
been married for 5 years and up until 6 months ago were very
happy, never argued and had an ideal marriage. Things went
wrong when I was made redundant. I went from dead-end job-to-
job,
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Every single show of Musician’s Mysteries: The Girls had been the most enjoyable experience and this had only gotten better since Kate Abdo had joined me as my regular co-host. I didn’t know anybody else that would proceed to give her co-host a h
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"Almost finished, Zack," Judith asked, while the eighteen year old stock boy hefted a roll of roofing paper onto the shelf!?!" "Just about," he answered, "I've still have some paint to restock, but other than that I'm pretty much through!!!" "Good,"
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