It had been a completely successful visit for Barbara Jean Crocker. It was always completely successful for her when she felt satisfactorily fucked. And she still felt fucked, even though it was her who had stripped off her panties and climbed up onto Johan Swensen's hospital bed, up angling his rampantly erect cock and just sliding down on it, skewering her own cunt tightly down on his fuck pole as if it was there to serve only one purpose, to stuff her belly with hot man meat that she could bounce around on all she wanted to. Squeezing it with her pussy muscles and feeling all of his incredibly big cockhead, the fat, nearly double-sized shaft of it, stuffing her cuntal walls incredibly, delightfully.
She relived most of the glorious fuck all the way back across town, driving her little Rabbit, her fuck car she called it, back to her sister's house. The very same sister whose husband she had just given the best fuck of his entire life. The very same sister that Barbara Jean herself balled every chance she had.
All in all, it had been a pleasant little trip to visit her sister, to help Betty Sue out while Johan was in the hospital, and to help Barbara Jean out with all the frantic fucking she could handle, from three totally different directions. First, the flesh of her own flesh, her very own dear sweet sister's much-loved cunt. Second, the huge cock of her own nephew. Third, the incredibly large full grown cock of her brother-in-law, that seemed to spurt stringy white semen like a cum fountain.
No wonder Barbara Jean Crocker felt like she was in fuck heaven. Her cunt hardly had time to cool down, her orgasms hardly had time to stop rippling through her groin, her clitoris hardly had time to relax and lose its friction-flushed appearance.
She was humming to herself as she parked her little car in the driveway and got out, walking toward the house.
Erik Swensen really liked Denise St. James. The more he thought about it, the more he knew he did. There was something especially exciting to the teen about the shape of her mouth, the full sensual appearance of her lips. He could almost feel his cock sliding between them. He could almost see the delightful vision of his hard-on slipping deep into her mouth while he watched.
And her nipples poking at the fabric of whatever she happened to be wearing. How very much he wanted to see her naked, to feel her body all over, to have her do for him the same things his wonderful Aunt Barbara did. Sucking his cock. Giving him head. Going down on his peeled-back knob.
Besides, there might be something to the theory that if he did manage to succeed in cutting back the frequency, the heightened sensations of his fuck pleasure might be worth all his effort.
He finished bathing and stepped out of the shower, his slightly tumescent – but when was it not that way? – cock hanging heavily and angling noticeably out over his ballsac while it waved from side to side. He dried himself, pulling the thick Turkish towel again and again over his genitalia, through the crack of his ass and around his firmly sculptured buttocks.
And looked up to see his aunt standing in his bathroom door, her face slightly flushed and her eyes already glazed over at just the sight of his perfect body, his perfect cock, his perfect balls.
"Gosh, Aunt Barbara," Erik said, freezing, his arms over his shoulders holding the towel behind him, his heavy cock shaft giving a sudden lurch because he knew it was being ogled, "I didn't hear you come in."
"Yes," she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You haven't been beating off, have you?"
"Gaulle no!" he said, indignantly, and his cock lurched again and seemed to lift slightly, more of the very end of his cockhead suddenly peeking out of his crinkled up foreskin.
"Well, you better not be," Barbara Jean said. "I can tell that your cock's all flushed and red, and swollen up. I guess it could be from your shower, from toweling your dick roughly."
"Gee, I'm sorry," he said, confused, looking down at his dick and watching it grow heavier as he did, stretching noticeably and firming up.
"You just can't do that any more, Erik," she said. "You're big enough now to find your sexual release with someone else, another person, a girl. Cocks are for sharing, Erik, not for playing with secretly."
"I've been trying to take your advice, Aunt Barbara," he said, "only it doesn't seem to work right somehow."
"Oh, how do you mean that, dear?" she asked, taking the towel from his frozen-up hands and tossing it aside, leading him gently out of the bathroom and toward his double bed.
"Well, I was out with Denise this afternoon," he began, "and touching her, you know. Then I took her hand and put it on my cock, and I guess that scared her away."
Barbara Jean laughed and pushed Erik down until he was seated on the side of his bed. "I bet it just startled her is all, Erik," she said. "When she has time to think about it a little, she'll want to feel it again, to make sure it's real."
"Oh, do you really think so, Aunt Barbara?" he asked, suddenly enthusiastic. He hardly even noticed how heavy his cock was hanging, angling out sharply over his ballsac that was pushed up high because of his slick thighs pressing together, or that it was rising off the level, more of the foreskin peeling back off the cockhead by itself.
"I know so, Erik," Barbara said, herself watching the teen's big cock take shape and turn into a fuck monster that she knew would cause her to disintegrate into a mass of emotions and to turn into nothing but one big cunt.
"Oh, Aunt Babs," he said suddenly. "Could you… you know… do it for me again? Like the other time?"
"Erik, if you're asking me to suck your cock, you've got to use the words," she said.
"Oh, yes, please," he said, "do suck my cock."
"Well, maybe," she said, coy and provocative, her cunt starting to juice up rapidly. She grew feverish between her legs and high up inside her belly. She was very thankful that she had taken the time in the hospital after fucking Johan to wash away as much of the fuck smells as she could, as many traces of his cum as she could get to. "But first, you've got to learn how to be nice to me. You already know how to have your cock sucked, well there's lots of other things you need to know too."
"Show me, please," he said. "I'm ready, I know I am. I want to learn everything about fucking. Oh, is it all right for me to say that word? I know Mom would be furious if I did."
"Yes, it's all right for you to say it in front of me, dear," Barbara Jean said, quickly kicking off her sandals and tugging at her hospital visiting clothes, opening them and dropping them until all she was wearing was a skimpy see-through bra that didn't hide any of her tittie flesh and the brief bikini panties she had put back on in the hospital room. "Here, Erik, it's time you learned how to take a bra off. Undo this one and free my tits."
Eagerly the teen fumbled with the hook clasp and got the bra open, pulling it over Barbara's shoulders and letting it fall. "And now these," Barbara said, pointing to her panties.
Erik reached out and pushed them down her hips, her reddish-blonde pubic hair uncurling beneath the clingy fabric and writhing as if it had a life all its own. "God!" the teen, said, staring straight into her pubic patch and finding the moistly pink lips of her cuntal mouth, already thoroughly fucked for that same afternoon, becoming engorged and slightly puffy.
"See dear," she said, "you have to learn what a woman looks like if you're going to please her properly. You have to know how to handle her breasts, like this, and how to caress her vagina, like this."
As she said the words, she cupped her breasts in her palms and let the nipples poke through her fingers, squeezing and kneading them gently, then spreading her legs slightly to cup her pussy, letting one finger slice through the lips to make electrifying contact with her already aching clitoris.
"Yes, I see," Erik said, entranced by the view of female fuck flesh spread out before him. "Can I… touch you? I mean, is it okay for me to do."
"Silly," Barbara said, sitting down beside him as close as she dated. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Her touch my breast. Gently. Yes. Oh, God, yes, just like that. Now kiss it, just the nipple, and take if inside your mouth and suck on it. Oh, gently, gently. God, yes!"
Erik's hand moved all by itself, drawn irresistibly to the place he had dreamed of, to her pussy, touching the strands of her fantastic pubic hair as he continued to suck on her nipple, mouthing her breast.
His finger slipped into the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, the delicately moist tissues clinging to his finger and burning it with her pussy heat. He gasped and pulled his face away from her breast, looking down within her pussy hairs in disbelief, astonished to see that his finger, to the second knuckle, had been devoured by her fire-like flesh.
Barbara looked down too, and watched his finger, smiling at the pleased sensations his contact with her clit was giving to her. "It's all right, dear," she said, "You have to play with my pussy. You have to get to know it completely, what it looks like, how it's shaped, what it smells like and tastes like. And, yes, what it feels like, in every way it's possible for you to feel it. Go ahead, get down there and look at it closer. No, on the floor."
"Yes, like that, only move closer to the bed and look right into it," she said, spreading her legs as wide as she could and using her hands to pull the sides of her cuntal mouth open, making the hot pink inner flesh unfold before his amazed eyes, staring at cunt level right into her fuck flesh.
"This, dear, is my clitoris, the most important part for me," she said, "and this is the vagina, the most important part for you, for your cock at least. The vulva, the inner and outer lips. See how they spread in anticipation of what you're going to do for it? See the hole? Look up inside of me, dear. Yes, see all the pretty pink pussy flesh?"
"Christ, Aunt Barbara!" he said, staring transfixed into the mouth of her spread pussy.
"Can I touch it now?"
"Yes, dear," she said, "and not just with your hands. You've got to touch it with your face, with your lips and your tongue. You've got to get to love the smell of it, Erik, and the special flavor of a woman's pussy. They're the magic perfume that turns a man on and tells him that the woman's ready for him, for him to fuck her. Just put your face right into it, dear. Yes, go on, you can do it. Breathe deep, smell it. Yes, yes. Oh,shit yes! Christ, Erik, do that again with your tongue and my clit. Oh, God! It feels so gooooodddd!"
Erik turned on to pussy-eating in a hurry. The minute his face made contact of the moist fragrance of her inner cuntal flesh, he knew he could never get enough of it no matter how long he lived, no matter how many times he fucked. The heady smell of it was somehow unexpected, as he had always thought of it as being odorless, and the flavor was just an extra bonus. He was never to know that the real special thing he was eating was his own father's fresh cum, still hot and stored within the confines of Barbara Jean's cuntal walls to ferment like rare wine.
Barbara Jean continued to writhe in pleasure, feeling all the sensations of his tongue, his lips, his nose, nudging into her flesh as he hungrily licked and slurped, making loud cunt-eating noises with his mouth and lips.
"Oh, God, Erik!" she said, pulling his head out of her cunt and smiling down at him, seeing her pussy juices streaked across his flushed, cunt-slick cheeks. "You do it so very good. In fact, I'm going to show you something really special. Here, get back up on the bed and lie down." She moved until her hips were spread wide and her cunt was just hovering over his face, the lips of it gaping wide and anxious to have his tongue laying her clitoris again. Her own face was just over his rigidly up-angled cock shaft, the head of it completely naked now and without a trace of the usual foreskin that covered it. His whole knob was glowing like fiery dampness, and sparkling with his own coating of precum.
"Go ahead, dear," she said, lowering her juice-drooling cunt down onto the teen's face, "eat my old pussy some more."
He began in earnest, right where he had left off, not really knowing what to expect next.
And her mouth closed tightly around his cockhead and he knew he was really in for it finally. She began devouring his cock as greedily as the teen was going after her cunt, her clitoris, her tongue like a thing with a life all its own, swirling around his cockhead and cleaning it thoroughly, searching out all the convolutions of his glans and behind his coronal ridge, turning into an arrow and drilling right down into his pisshole, widening it stretching his cock lips and digging out his virginal precum.
The fire-hot sensation surrounding his cockhead, buried deeply inside his aunt's mouth, pressing against the back of her throat, were actually much better than the teen remembered from the time before, when she had sucked his cock for him. Maybe he had been too excited then to really enjoy it. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that his own mouth was buried inches deep inside her cunt that seemed to be spreading out wider and slipping down over his whole face, nearly suffocating him in delightful tissues, in heady fragrances, in incredibly delicious taste sensations.
He wanted to crawl right up inside her cunt, all of him, except of course his cock that was doing all right where it was, inside her tongue-twirling, cheek-suctioning, cockhead-tormenting mouth. His mouth locked inside the cunt his father's cock had so recently filled, nursing at the teen's own seed, his father's very semen, the source of the Erik's very life.
One woman, having almost enough sex for a sunny afternoon, shared her flesh, trading the sex flesh that she loved best of all. The only thing that was missing was her own dear sweet sister's cunt, mingled into the flailing, no-holds-barred oral fuck.
Erik knew it as well as she did, that what they were doing was leading to the ultimate thrill, the singe thing they had yet to do, to fuck, for the teen to actually stick his hard-on right up inside her juiced-up old cuntal mouth and fuck her.
Fuck her! It was like a loud shout within his brain, the words, the feeling, the thought so strong that she actually received it in hers. Or it originated there spontaneously. Whatever, she knew as thoroughly as the teen did that they would fuck.
Erik reluctantly pushed her bottom up off of his face, twisting to the side and breathing heavily, gasping for breath and trying to talk. "Oh, Aunt Barbara," he said, hesitatingly, "I'm just going to explode soon and… and I'd really like to know what it feels like to… to fuck. Oh, please, Aunt Barbara, let me do it. Let me put my cock inside you. Just a little of it. Maybe just the head of it. Please, I've just got to know what it feels like to my dick, your pretty pussy…"
Barbara pulled her head off of his raw red cockhead, leaving it glistening with gobs of her spit and his pearly precum. "Yes, of course, dear," she said. "I want that as much as you do. Just let me straighten around."
She moved back on the mattress and spread her legs wide, making room for the teen and pulling him down onto her fever-wracked chest, tight against her throbbing tits. She kissed him deeply, letting her tongue search far into his mouth and taste her own cunt flavor, the teen's sweet taste, and Johan's leftover cum, all mingled together in their mouths, swapped back and forth from one to the other. Then, breaking the kiss, she said, "Now, dear, just move between my legs. Don't rush, we want this to be just right. There, like that, just a bit closer. See, you've got to line up the angle of your cock with the tilt of my hips. Look at it, dear, see ray old pussy, how it's spread wide open for you, for your cock. I want you to always remember me just this way, my cunt, your first fuck. I want you to actually look at it all the time you're sticking your dick into your first pussy, that way I know you'll always remember it. Go ahead, dear, don't wait any longer. Put it in. I want to feel your big cock slicing up into me."
Erik looked down at the gaping maw of fuck flesh that was hot and eager for him, juicy and slick and more fuckable than any cunt had ever been. He looked at his cock that was eager for her fuck hole, juicier and slicker and more fuckable than it had ever been. He took it in his hand and used it like a pointer, butting it up against her clitoris and letting the heat of her pussy register to the nerve-endings of his cockhead, then slicing it from side to side, rubbing it against her outer cuntal lips and sobbing in rapture. He braced himself, his hips tense and ready for the inward slide that would, in one slick sliding motion, divest him of his virginity forever.
"Erik! Barbara! Where are you? I'm home!" It was Betty Sue, calling to them from the living room, ten feet away from the nearly fucking couple, from the nearly de-virginized teen, from the almost fucked enough older woman.
"Shit!" Barbara Jean said, sliding, out from under the teen like a snake and grabbing her clothes, rushing across the hallway and into her own room just in time, while Erik, moving equally fast, closed the door to his bedroom and rushed into his bathroom, turning on the shower and getting beneath the tepid water, his enormous, throbbing, painfully aching cock standing rigid and unfucked before his disappointed eyes.