Chapter 8
Aunt Susan was so hot that she thought her cunt was going to melt the dildo as she fucked that tantalizing tool in and out of her cunt. She didn't think that she had ever been so turned on as she was now, knowing that her sexy little niece had frigged off with her rubber prick.
She had sucked all the sweet cunt-cum from the fuck-tool, and now she was fucking herself with it frantically.
But she couldn't seem to get enough.
She creamed, then creamed again as she slammed the rubber prick up her cunt. But each time she came, it only made her hotter.
Her favorite toy wasn't doing the job.
As she pumped it into her fuck-hole, she yearned for a real prick that could squirt her full of cum - Eddie's big cock.
She pulled the dildo from her pussy and sucked on it again. And as she savored her own delicious cunt juice, she longed for Sarah's tasty pussy.
In desperation, Susan turned onto her hands and knees and began to shove the rubber cock up into her asshole, thinking that maybe the variations of a bit of ass-fucking would bring her to a satisfying crest.
It only made her more horny for the real thing.
When Susan had a prick up her asshole, she damned well wanted it to spurt a hot, slimy enema into her ass guts. And the more she used the rubber cock, the more she seethed with lust for a stiff prick or a creaming cunt.
She reamed out her asshole for a few minutes, then drew the fucker out and took it into her mouth again, enjoying the tangy flavor that her asshole lent to the rubber cock, and imagining, of course, what a joy it would be to give her nubile little niece a rim-job.
Her devious, deviate mind was working wantonly.
She knew that it would be wrong to seduce Eddie or Sarah, and the idea of it made her feel a bit guilty. But the woman's desire was overwhelming her conscience and overpowering her willpower. Her inhibitions were melting in the fiery inferno of her raging lust.
She rationalized the situation cleverly.
Sarah was already guilty of frigging off with the rubber fuck-stick, so it wouldn't really be as if she were corrupting the girl or introducing an innocent teenager to depravity, she reasoned, as she formed a plan.
Susan decided that she would take the dildo down to Sarah's room and accuse her of using it.
Sarah would no doubt be embarrassed and shamed - and then would be relieved when Susan told her that she didn't mind - that, in fact, she approved and encouraged it.
She would offer to lend Sarah the dildo.
Then she would offer to demonstrate the proper use of the rubber prick - and see what happened.
Susan figured that once the dildo was working away in Sarah's cunt, it would be the most natural thing in the world to pull it out - and replace it with her tongue.
A little cunt-sucking between girls was probably not really incest, she assured herself.
Wildly enthused by her lascivious scheme, Aunt Susan put her dress back on and, clutching the soaking rubber prick in her hand, headed for her niece's bedroom for a confrontation.
But as she approached the door, Susan stopped and blinked in surprise as she heard the bed squeaking and plenty of panting going on.
Was Sarah finger-fucking herself?
Maybe she hadn't finished the job with the dildo and was completing it by hand. Susan hoped so. She figured that it would certainly simplify the seduction if she could catch the girl frigging off, with her sweet little pussy all tuned up by hand and already simmering for a cum.
She could offer to do it for her, for starters - and Susan knew how easy it was for a hand-job to turn into a head-job in the heat of passion.
Then she heard a moist slurp.
It puzzled her. It sounded very much like the hauntingly familiar sounds of a suck in progress. Was the girl limber enough to go down on herself? Was that pretty little head stuck between those slim thighs in a contorted cunt-lapping?
The idea made Susan tremble. If her lovely little niece enjoyed having her pussy sucked enough to practice sucking herself, surely she would welcome the attentions of another woman's eager tongue - and maybe even want to do a bit of cunt-sucking, herself.
Her hand on the doorknob, she paused again.
She heard Eddie say: "Swallow it, Sis!"
She heard him groan and a mouth gulp.
Holy shit, thought Aunt Susan.
Then she grinned wickedly.
How ironic it was that she had been troubled by the idea of seducing her niece or nephew - only to find that those naughty siblings were already incestuous suckers!
No longer needing the dildo for a prop and an excuse for her arrival, Susan tossed it to the floor. Then, eyes sparkling, she removed her dress.
Naked and seething, she quietly opened the door - just in time to watch the blow-job soaring to the creamy conclusion ...
Unaware that their aunt was standing in the doorway, the kids squirmed together as Sarah milked out the last dregs of her kid brother's cum-load.
Eddie slumped back, his balls temporarily drained.
Sarah kept on sucking his spent cockmeat, delighted that his prick was still stiff in her mouth, even though his balls were slack and empty now.
She coaxed the last gooey drops of cum from his piss hole, then drew her mouth off his cock and used her tongue to gather up the stray cum that had escaped her lips and trickled down his cockshaft.
She licked his prick and slurped some errant jism off his balls and a few globs of congealing jism that had slid into his thick crotch hair. Then she sucked his cock-knob back into her mouth and polished it to a purple luster.
Leaning back, she admired her work.
Eddie's formidable fucker was standing as stiff and fast as it had been before he shot his cum-load. And already his potent balls were swelling with another sweet load of jizz.
Sarah's fuck-hole was bubbling over as she gazed at that massive cocklance that would just fill it so nicely.
Now that her greedy mouth had been satiated by a creamy cum-load, her cunt was nearly incandescent.
"Wanna blow me again, Sis?" Eddie croaked, seeing how lustfully she was eyeing his prick.
"I wanna blow you all the time, Eddie, darling," she purred. "But right now, my pussy is burning - I wanna sit on your cock and fuck myself silly!"
Eddie gasped.
So did Aunt Susan, unknown to the kids.
"Jeez, Sis! That's incest!" he croaked.
"Yeah - and fun, too!" she enthused.
A fleeting doubt darkened Eddie's handsome young face for an instant. Then the boy grinned demonically as his doubts were borne off on a tide of raging fuck-lust.
"Ahhhh, yeah, Sis - screw me!" he moaned, his prick bucking like a bronco over his jerking loins.
Aunt Susan knew that she had a moral obligation to prevent the kids from committing the ultimate incest.
And she knew just how to do it, too.
By putting her body between them.
Naked, her nipples standing out like bullets, her tongue lolling from her parted lips and her pussy foaming with the overflow of her cunt juice, Aunt Susan stepped into the room and approached the bed ...
Jane and Dan had only driven some fifty miles from home when they found a situation that seemed suitable and save no reason to travel any farther. They had no set plans or fixed schedule and were guided only by their naughty inclinations. And they were restricted only by the necessity to get far enough away from their home town so that they would not be known - because the things that they so much enjoyed were frowned on by proper members of the suburban community and much better practiced with strangers.
First, they passed a construction site, where half a dozen dusty workmen were taking a coffee break at a service van beside the road.
Jane's lustful eyes had strayed over those brawny, burly, muscular bodies speculatively and then she had given her husband a glance, her eyebrows raised.
Dan grinned and nodded. And when, a short distance beyond the construction site, they came to a motel, the situation seemed tailored to their tastes. Dan pulled in and registered, requesting a room with one bed - but an extra large one.
Dan went to the room and Jane slid behind the wheel and drove off. There was no need for them to discuss the situation. They'd done it all before.
Dan changed into a robe and fixed himself a large whiskey and soda, lit a cigarette and sat down in a comfortable chair beside the bed to wait.
He didn't have to wait very long.
Within fifteen minutes, Jane arrived - and she had brought all six of the dusty and sweating, but energetic and enthusiastic construction workers back with her.
When the guys saw Dan, they thought nothing of it, for the curvaceous nympho who had picked them up obviously believed that the more was the merrier. They assumed that Dan was merely some other lucky guy the slut had picked up somewhere along the highway.
Being only common blue-collar workers, it never for a moment dawned on them that the man who looked on so approvingly might be her boyfriend - let alone her husband. Such subtle perversions were unknown in their own lifestyles. And they would have beaten their own wives for so much as smiling at another man.
Jane took her clothing off immediately.
The workmen looked on, grinning and drinking beer from cans and admiring her superb beauty. Their natural fears that she might turn out to be a cock-teaser disappeared along with her clothing.
Naked, Jane turned, posing for them.
They were only laborers, but they recognized the work of a master builder. Her body was as elegant as a cathedral - and their cocks rose like spires.
It was a sort of chain reaction as, one by one, the workmen got hard-ons. One prick rose like a lever and, as if by some invisible drive chain, the next prick came up like a crane. Then, the next link on a cog wheel, the third cock sprang up high and magically erected yet another cock on down the line, until all six pricks were standing like a picket fence around the bed.
Dan had a hard-on, as well, and a huge one. But he stayed seated, sipping his drink and casually smoking as he waited to play the audience to his wife's naughty behavior - and an audience with a vested interest, as well, since Dan had helped to write the script for the gang-fuck.
Looking smug and pleased at the magnitude of cockmeat that had risen at the men's sight of her lush body, Jane basked in their avid attention, standing in profile as she thrust her tits out, turning her back to them so they might admire her firm, shapely ass, then bending over and parting her legs.
She sprawled out on the huge bed, her mouth open and her thighs parted.
She was so exquisite that no one approached her for a moment, in awe of her charms. Her thighs were like Grecian columns, her loins a fallen arch that, having toppled flat, retained its integrity at the apex - at the cornerstone of her cunt. It was a classic carnal construction that these common builders could readily appreciate.
Despite her style and class, Jane was not a lady who required much courtship or wooing. Her ass and hips were grinding in ready anticipation. The workmen argued briefly as to who should go first and there was some joshing and ribaldry about who would take sloppy sixths.
The issue was resolved by tossing coins.
A giant brute of a fellow with tattoos on his biceps won the toss. His prick was big and hard and gnarled, like a primitive tool roughly hewn from rock.
He approached the bed and paused, studying the options. He had won the first crack at her by calling tails and now, confronted by the same option, he called heads.
He stuffed his prick into her willing mouth.
Kneeling astride her with his hard ass bouncing off her fat tit, he fucked her face with gusto and squirted his laborer's liquid lust down her throat plentifully, draining his balls to the dregs.
Jane drank his cum-load from his laboring lunchbucket, glancing sideways at her husband as she did so.
Spent, the man drew his cumming cock from her lips and moved aside.
Jane daintily wiped her lips, smiled at Dan - and welcomed the next guy in line.
He was a lean, wiry, dusky young man who chose her cunt - and wore his hard-hat while he fucked her and lubricated her pussy with his slippery jizz.
His hat fell off when he came.
The third man, a freckled redhead, turned her over and threw a doggy-fuck into her.
And, while she was in that inviting position, the fourth man shoved his prick up her shit chute and gave her a thorough ass-fucking, blowing his cum-load into her ass guts.
One by one, the construction crew worked on her body, changing positions and alternating fuck-holes.
Jane, in a state of nymphomaniacal rapture, took them all on enthusiastically and gave them whatever they wanted.
By the time that the last man in line had shot his cum into her, the rest all had stiff pricks again. Now they moved in as a group, a horny hedgerow of cocks coming at her from all sides and all angles.
A complex and intricate cluster-fuck was constructed.
Dan, her adoring husband, looked on with fondness, encouraging the fucker and occasionally offering a suggestion - like a choreographer staging a passion play with his talented wife as the star.
At long last, all six of those potent construction workers were spent and drained and exhausted. Their cockmeat cranes sagged and their balls were empty. A day's work done, they packed their fuck-tools back into their jeans and departed.
Only then did Dan leave his chair and move onto the bed.
His cock was enormous by this time, having grown a bit more each time one of the workmen shot a load of cum into Jane. His balls were so swollen that they seemed to contain as much jism as all six of the construction workers combined had shot.
Jane lay there smiling dreamily, her voluptuous body sprawled out in wanton abandon in a slimy pool of congealing cock cream that had spilled from her flooded fuck-holes. Her ripe body was coated with cum so that she glistened like a glazed doughnut.
It thrilled her husband to see all that overflowing fuck-juice and to know that there was even more of the stuff inside his wife's insatiable body, sloshing in her pussy, bubbling up in her ass, lingering on her lips and tongue and filling her cum-drinker's belly.
He knelt over her, gazing down in admiration.
"Did you enjoy the show?" she whispered.
Dan, that critic of carnal contortions, gave her a rave review - and then joined her for the encore. He mounted her and gave her a long, slow, tender and loving fuck before she took a shower.
Then they planned the next performance, wondering where they might run into a basketball team or, better yet, a bunch of escaped convicts who, serving long terms, had not had a piece of ass for years.
It had been a thrilling start to their short vacation - and they still had two more days to enjoy their erotic adventures before they had to return home.
How happy they were that they had had an opportunity to get away for the long weekend, without having to worry about the kids being left alone.
How lucky that Jane's sister had agreed to stay at the house and make sure that Sarah and Eddie did not get into any trouble ...