Chapter 14
As he sat with his family on the shady side of the bullring, Dr. John Robinson was more interested in the reactions of the spectators than in the action taking place in the arena between man and bull.
His daughter Nina's eyes were wide, glued to the scenes before her, but her hand unconsciously wandered between her Uncle Ben's legs to stroke the in-sides of the man's thighs and the bulge of his penis, while she herself wiggled on the rough stone seat, obviously very much excited sexually. Son Alec was briskly massaging his cousin Carol's naked thigh below the short skirt she wore, and both of them were plainly worked up.
He was surprised to find that even he was not immune to the excitement. His penis stood up in stiff erection, and he couldn't resist fondling the thighs of his daughter Nina and his niece Carol who sat on either side of him.
When the bullfight was over at six-thirty, they all felt emotionally and physically drained.
"I could use a drink," Ben Hardy said, as they went with the crowds to the parking lot.
"And some food," Rose put in. "I'm starved."
Her brother sidled up to her and whispered, "I got me a stiff cock you can chew on, baby."
"There was a nice-looking restaurant I noticed on the way in," John said. "We can stop there, if Ben says okay."
"Sure, why not?" Ben said agreeably. "Then we'll go nightclubbing. They got some of the hottest shows in the local nightclubs I've ever seen."
In the air-cooled restaurant, they ate Mexican food to the accompaniment of mariachis wandering from table to table for the tourists' benefit. Fifteen-year-old Alec felt in a very romantic mood. He held hands with Carol under the table as often as he allowed his hands to stray over her thighs and between her legs. She savored him with an affectionate smile which didn't reveal her real thoughts: I wonder what he'll be like? I hope he's as nice as his father. She'd become so used to screwing her own father and her brother that she'd thought it would be difficult adjusting to a new prick invading her pussy. But with Uncle John, there was no problem. She'd enjoyed the change immensely. She was sure that she'd love Alec's lovemaking, and the feel of his prick in her hands, her mouth, her pussy.
When they'd finished eating, Ben Hardy took them on a nightclub tour of the town. For a small community, six nightclubs seemed quite a few, but Ben explained that most of them were open or only put on shows during weekends for the tourists who flocked down here to sample the wicked life. One thing was certain: the nightclubs tried to outdo each other in sexuality.
On raised platforms, the girls-most of them dark-haired, dark-complected Mexicans aged in the neighborhood of fifteen or sixteen-walked out and around, displaying their nubile charms in a bikini or a shortie nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. To some brassy tune played by a three-piece band, they quickly stripped naked and continued the act totally nude.
Few of them knew how to dance, but that didn't seem to matter. They got down on the floor, spread their legs, did a few bumps and grinds and other suggestive movements, and sometimes masturbated with their fingers or with dildos. More often than not, they'd come right up to the ringside tables and stand with their legs slightly apart, their crotches available for any eager male tongues to explore.
Ben was only too happy to get into the act. He gripped the girl's hips and nuzzled her pubic hair with his nose while his tongue extended and licked the area directly between her legs. "Mmmm, honey," he murmured, "you've got a taco-flavored snatch."
The girl smiled and moved on.
Another girl who looked about fourteen came and bent over the table, offering John her breasts. Tentatively, he reached up and fondled the firm flesh, whose nipples already were stiffened.
Ben Hardy gulped his beer and laughed. "Go ahead, John, suck the cute little titties."
John did. He rose slightly and took one of the nipples in his mouth and nibbled at it. The girl smiled and moaned. When he'd retreated, she poked her hairy young crotch in his direction.
"Go ahead, dear," his wife Rose nudged him, "don't hurt her feelings by refusing."
John had the notion that none of these girls could have their feelings hurt by rejection, but he didn't mind tasting another girl's genitals. Emulating Ben's maneuver, he took hold of the girl's naked buttocks and pulled her crotch into his face. Her pubic area was heavily scented with perfume, but underneath it he could detect the musky natural odor of her vagina which stimulated him even more. He licked her vaginal lips for a moment before releasing her.
"Oh, dear," Rose said, "I do hope the twins are all right."
Ben glanced at his wristwatch. "It's one o'clock. Don't worry, they're probably all in bed by now."
He chuckled to himself. In fact, they probably hit the sack as soon as we left and have been fucking up a storm ever since!
Remembering how wonderful it had been with the twins' naked bodies crawling over him, with their mouths sucking his cock and their cute little tits and snatches rubbing against him, he shuddered and felt his cock give a little lurch of anticipation. He wet his lips and looked at the three girls at the table with him. Carol was going to be fucking Alec, he was sure of that. Which left Nina and Rose. He wouldn't mind sticking his cock up either of them-or both. Well, John probably wouldn't want to fuck his own wife in some motel room.
So it would be sister Rose, Ben thought-and smiled. He didn't mind a bit.
Nina watched the way her Uncle Ben looked at her mother and came to the realization that she wasn't going to be the one to fuck him that night. She'd been hoping to do so, so she could tell Chris exactly what happened when she returned to the island. She'd love to see his face when she described how nice and big and thick his father's cock was, and how she loved to roll it around in her hands and kiss the end of it and lick it all over and then open her mouth and swallow it, after which she'd let him ram it into her hot, juicy cunt as fast and furiously as he could. She didn't particularly want Alec, which was just as well, because he and Carol seemed very much interested in each other. Which left-
"Daddy," she said with a smile, as she felt his hand moving along her thigh under the table, gently squeezing.
He returned her smile and leaned forward to nibble at her ear. "Will you sleep with me tonight, baby?" he asked her.
"I'd love to," she whispered back, meaning it.
It was only a few days, but it seemed like a long time since her own father had fucked her. He didn't have Uncle Ben's caveman tactics, but he was gentle and understanding. She loved the way he inserted his cock up her cunt, the way his lips teased her nipples and her clit. She smiled as she thought that not only her heart, but her cunt, belonged to Daddy.
"It's getting late," Ben Hardy said. "I'm pooped. What say we go to a motel in town and have a good night's rest so we can get an early start back to the island?"
The truth was, of course, that he had a stiff cock that he was dying to ram up sister Rose's delightful snatch.
"A good idea," Dr. John Robinson agreed. In the car on the way to the motel, he said, "I'd like to have a get-together with my daughter here, so we'll stay together tonight in one room. You four can pair off any way you like."
It was no surprise to anyone that while John and Nina went into one motel room, Ben and Rose took another, and Alec and Carol took a third.
The motel door had hardly slammed shut when Alec grabbed Carol and pulled her close to him. He kissed her warmly on the lips and ran his hands over her rounded butt. "At last," he muttered hoarsely. "You know, I've had a stiff pecker for days just thinking about you."
Carol smiled, pleased. "I'm glad, Alec. I've wanted you, too." She reached down and rubbed the bulge in his pants. "I've wanted to feel this prick up my pussy ever since I first saw you. I was afraid-" she hesitated, then rushed on, "I was afraid you wouldn't like me because my breasts aren't as big as Nina's."
"Don't be silly, I love your boobies," he told her. "I love everything about you."
His hands moved up under her skirt from in back, rubbing the rounded butt until he got to her flimsy panties. He snaked a finger under the rim and crept into the matted moist pubic hair and beyond that into her hot, wet snatch.
He forced her mouth open and shoved his tongue deep inside, matching the in and out rhythms of his finger which made sucking sounds as it delved between her legs.
She spread her legs so his finger would have more room to work at her. She felt all warm and gushy inside. She said, "Alec-let's-screw!"
He nodded eagerly. Together they backed to the big double bed which dominated the motel room and fell onto it, his finger still moving relentlessly into her snatch, rubbing the clit which stood up straining to meet each thrust against it.
Carol felt familiar urges whirl her mind. She felt hot and sweaty all over, but especially so between her legs. Her nipples rose stiffly and her breasts ached for the touch of his hands on them. She helped him unbutton her blouse and shove aside the flimsy bra that contained the mounds of woman-flesh on her chest. As he bent to suck the nipples, she unzipped his fly and boldly reached into the opening to gather up his throbbing prick in her slim hand and gently squeeze its pulsating length.
"Your prick feels good, Alec," she husked.
"It does with your hand on it, Carol," he said. "Do you-do you really like my breasts?"
"Mmmmmm," he answered, licking the nipples avidly.
"You're not-disappointed, are you?"
"I love them. They're beautiful," he said sincerely. "I hope you like my pecker."
"I do, I do," she assured him, rubbing her hand more frantically along the naked shaft.
"I was afraid you'd be disappointed in me," he confessed, "after having screwed my father. He's really the sex expert in the family."
She smiled shyly. "Maybe you could teach him a few things. But first, teach me. I want you to do everything to me, Alec. Everything. Kiss my nipples. Suck my pussy. Stick your big beautiful prick into my mouth. We're going to have a wonderful time, both of us-and to hell with everybody else in the world."
"Suits me," he agreed.
She unbuckled his trousers and pushed down his jockey shorts so his balls were visible and ready for her touch. A man's prick was always a wondrous thing to Carol, and it amazed her how it could get so big and stiff in so short a time from something tiny and limp. She held her cousin's prick in her hands and gently stroked it, delighting in the way the flesh throbbed and lurched against her fingers. She ran a hand up and down the side of it and brushed the palm of the other hand along his balls, cupping them, cradling them and gently squeezing them in a way certain to excite the boy.
Both Chris and her father had always excited her very much. Then Uncle John had come along with his new and unfamiliar male body to give her new thrills. His son Alec was now presenting her with additional ones. There were little differences she began to notice in the physical aspect itself, variations in the length, width, skin texture, and so forth of the pricks, and also the reactions to her touch. She loved very much these two new men who had come into her sexual life. They would never replace her father or her brother, of course, but they would augment the wonderful family relationships she had.
At that moment she loved Alec and his excited male body more than anything. She wanted truly to do everything sexually possible with him and with his wonderful stiff prick sticking up against her. She wanted to touch and fondle it, to run her hands hotly all over it. She wanted him to put it in her pussy and shoot his hot come all over her. She wanted to put his dripping flesh in her mouth, to run her tongue all over it, to kiss him and run her tongue on his balls, to lick away all the wetness that had collected there.
Her mind was a flurry of thought as her body grew hot with the emotion flooding her. She helped him remove her blouse and her bra. She hooked her fingers into her skirt and panties and worked them down over her hips until she was completely naked. It took only an additional moment to ease him from his clothes.
Alec's own mind and body seemed to be on fire. Eagerly he pressed close to Carol's slim writhing body, pushing one hand between her legs, the other on her breasts. The touch of her slim hand on his pecker made the blood rush through his veins in fiery torrents. He bent and kissed her nipples with increasing passion.
"That's it, Alec," she moaned, squirming deliriously, "kiss them for me, kiss my breasts. Oh, that feels wonderful." Almost desperately, she thrust her body downward against his finger moving steadily into her pussy, squishing into the moist, heated caverns of female flesh, rubbing the hood of her clit back and forth with each stroke. She pulled his stiff prick harder.
She shuddered and twisted as an orgasm wracked her body. Perspiration sheened her from head to toe, and her eyes were glazed with passion. She wet her lips and said, "Let me suck your prick."
Alec was willing. He removed his fingers from her snatch and watched as her mouth sucked his nipples for a moment before moving down his chest, across his stomach, along his belly, toward the inevitable target of his trembling pecker. She held it firmly in both hands, and he tensed as he felt her hot breath warming the tip of it. When her tongue reached out and teased the end of it, he gasped, lurched, and thought he was going to come then and there. With a mighty effort of will, he restrained himself.
Carol smiled. It pleased her to be able to get a reaction from a man by touching the tip of his prick with her tongue. She did it some more, twirling the tip of her wet tongue all across the top of his flesh. Alec gasped and raised his hips in an effort to force his prick into her mouth. Carol opened her mouth and took the top of his prick between her lips, closed them around the ridge and made sucking motions which caused the boy to thrash around on the bed under her.
He sucked in air. "I can't take much more of that. Come on, let's screw. I want my pecker in your snatch when I come."
She crawled up beside him, lay on her back, spread her legs, and let him crawl in between her thighs. With one hand he spread the lips of her genitals, pressed his pecker up against the opening, and eased it in. She sighed as the full length of it slid quickly into her.
Alec moaned as her snatch gripped him tightly. "Oh, baby," he said, "you feel great."
"Mmmm, you, too," she said.
She scissored her slim legs around his back and raised her pelvis, rotating her hips and grinding her hot loins against him.
Alec plunged his tongue deep in her mouth and wiggled it around. With his hands he worked her boobies, palming the stiff nipples with circular motions. He moved his pecker in and out of her slowly at first, dragging the stiff flesh almost out of her tight snatch, then swiftly plunging it back in all the way. He tried to control himself, but he wasn't able to. Carol's body excited him very much, and having her suck his pecker first had worked up his sexual juices to such an extent he was ready to come. His thrusts into her became more frantic.
Her eyes widened suddenly. "No, not yet, Alec. Wait for me."
He gritted his teeth. "I-can't!"
She moved her hips up to meet him as he stiffened his body against her and the beginning spasm shook them both. His fingers tightened on her breasts and he moaned and shot bursts of hot semen deep into her vagina.
Then he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "I-I'm sorry," he managed. "You had me so worked up-"
She kissed him. "That's okay."
"No, it isn't. You didn't come, did you?"
She thought of lying. Instead, she said, "No, I didn't. Maybe we can try again later."
"You're damn well right we can try again later," Alec said determinedly. "But right now I want to try something else." He kissed her warmly, passionately on the lips, then moved down, letting his pecker slide from her snatch while he kissed, licked, and nibbled at her nipples. Her sighs and smiles told him she liked him to do that, to pay homage to her slim breasts, which were very sensitive. He moved his lips down over her stomach, kissing a wet trail down over her thigh, working his body between her legs.
He knew she was still built up, emotionally and physically, so his hands and fingers kept on probing between her legs, rubbing the snatch, fingering the clit, keeping her excitement at a high level. He saw she'd thrown back her head and rolled it back and forth on the motel pillow, closing her eyes and moaning softly. She reached down and held his head and tried to move it between her legs.
Alec smiled and teased her, licking all around her snatch but not quite making it there. His wet tongue slithered all over her heaving, sweaty thighs, crossing to the point where her light blonde pubic hair, very soft and cuddly against his nose, sprouted. His nostrils filled with the sweet perfume of her snatch, making his head spin. It was he who couldn't resist any longer.
She nearly shrieked as his lips planted a juicy kiss directly on her hot, moist pussy. Her legs lifted eagerly to give him more room as he spread her pussylips with his fingers and then extended his tongue and licked the opening, starting at the base and working his way up along the inner folds in one smooth stroke, ending at the clit, which he managed to suck between his lips for a moment.
Carol could hardly think straight. Her body was on fire and the blood was pounding at her temples. Her slim form thrashed about on the bed and Alec had to grip her butt with both hands to keep her steady so he could continue kissing her between the legs.
"Don't stop," she begged him. "Don't stop, Alec. I'm almost there."
Alec wasn't about to stop. He sucked her snatch, he blew into it, his tongue worked in and out, his lips kissed, his teeth nibbled with gentle but firm bites.
In a moment she was delirious with passion. Her long blonde hair flailed the pillow. Her hips ground out a frantic rhythm as she thrust her hot crotch into his eager and willing mouth. She put the palms of her hands over her breasts and squeezed the flesh until it ached with delicious pain. She clamped her legs around Alec's neck and held on. "I-I'm coming," she gasped. "I can feel it-way down deep inside me. Suck my pussy, Alec. Suck it for me. Suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Alec increased his tongue thrusts into her, not pausing for breath. His father had taught him the importance of making sure the woman was satisfied. Besides, he knew it was good for his own masculine ego. His father had evidently satisfied Carol, so must the son.
Suddenly she moaned, "Oooooooooh!" lifted her butt completely off the bed, trembled, and rapidly bumped her crotch rhythmically against his face as she came with an orgasm so intense the bed shook under them. When it was over she collapsed in a sweat, breathing hard, happily content. Impulsively, she pulled her cousin to her and kissed him on the mouth. "I love you, Alec," she said.
He smiled. "I love you too, Carol," he told her.
Her own words disturbed her, for she remembered she had said the same thing to her brother Chris. Well, hell, it was true, she loved them both, and she'd continue to screw both of them for as long as she could.
"Too bad Chris didn't come along," Alec mused. "He could've had the twins sleeping with him."
Carol laughed. "If I know my brother, he's already had the twins by this time. And I'll bet they're not going to be doing much sleeping tonight either." She was pleased to note she was not the least bit jealous of that fact.