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Crab island 2Breakfast next morning was quiet as the assorted lovers took stock of their experiences. They had remained in their groupings overnight and Molly remembered fondly her son’s vigorous fucking of her twice more during the night. Jack, too, had great memories of his sister’s lissome body writhing in ecstasy as they fucked each other to sleep. The three cousins, Greg, Cara and Sarah, had probably had the least sex for shortly after Greg fucked his sister they had fallen asleep, awaking in a cozy tangle of limbs shortly before breakfast.”Are you still modelling for me, Cara?” John asked as the seven sat with their coffee. They were all naked. No-one wanted to bother with clothing.”Sure thing,” said Cara, grinning.”Modelling?” said Jill, curious.”Cara said she’d model nude for me, ‘cos I got a new camera for my birthday. Mom said she would, too.””Did she now?” said Jill, grinning at her sister-in-law.”Sure did,” said Molly, grinning right back. “How about you and Sarah, too?”Jill looked at her nephew. “Who gets to see these photographs, John?””Only us, I promise,” said John.”Okay, me too,” Jill said, flushing, but smiling, too. “Sarah?””Yep, mom, me too.” Her grin was wide.”Four nude models for you, John. When?” asked Molly.”I think now, before the sun gets too hot. The shadows will be better, too, if the sun’s not overhead.” John looked around. “Okay with everyone?””Do you need any assistants?” Jack said.”With all four of our ladies, probably not. Why?””I thought Greg and I might take the tanks and have a look at the reef. Greg?””Yeah, sounds great.” His nephew grinned.”Is that okay with everyone?” Jack said.A chorus of assent got the party moving. John went upstairs for his camera bag while Jack and Greg went out to the shack where the scuba gear and compressor were. The four women looked at each other. “Make-up?” said Molly.Jill nodded. “I think so. No clothes to accent our positives, so best to eliminate our negatives. Eyes and mouths, I think, but subtle. And sunblock first!”The four women began to apply, and help each other apply, sunblock and make-up so that when John returned with camera bag, tripod and reflector, four beautiful women awaited him. He looked from one to another, a faint grin on his face.”Boy,” he said, “I wish I could publish these, ‘cos you guys look stunning.””Come on, son, let’s go take pictures,” said Molly.They spent an hour and a half taking photographs, and John was glad he had extra storage cards for the camera, because he reckoned he had about a hundred and ninety photographs. He’d chosen to take them all at high resolution, reasoning that he could always reduce the resolution later, but not increase it. He had photographs of each of them standing, sitting, kneeling, lying. Singly, in pairs, in threes and fours. Most of the pictures could be published in any photographic magazine, but as the time went on and they got comfortable, the shots became raunchier. John had taken one of his Aunt Jill and he could swear that he could see her pussy slightly open. That was a shot he planned to study very carefully later as well as a couple of raunchy shots of his sister and his cousin. As they were finishing up, Jack and Greg came back from their dive. “We got some fish for lunch,” said Jack. He grinned. “We cleaned ’em, too.””Good, but it’s only ten forty-five, and I want to build up an appetite,” said Molly. “Who’s with who?””Daddy?” said Cara. Jack nodded.”After what you told me about John, Molly, I think I’d like to try him out. You okay with that, John?” said Jill.”Sure thing, Aunt Jill,” John said, smiling broadly.Molly grinned at Sarah. “Come on, honey, let’s you and me go exhaust your brother.””Yeah!” said Greg, his eyes fixed on his aunt.As John began to pack away his photography gear the others left until only Jill was with him. She smiled.”John?” Jill said, her tone tentative.”Yeah?””How about right here?”John glanced around the little clearing beside the pool where they’d been shooting. “Fine by me,” he said with a grin.”There’s another thing,” Jill said. “Can I take your photograph?””Sure,” said John. “Now?””In a moment,” said Jill, a faint grin on her face, “just as soon as I get you hard.” She moved closer to him, a smile on her lips, eyes warm. John smiled back, putting down his camera gear and enfolding Jill in his arms. Their lips met in a kiss, hot, wanting, tongues duelling. Gently, John broke the kiss, smiling at Jill.”You are one hot lady, Aunt Jill.””Just Jill, sweetie. That way I can pretend you’re not my nephew.” Her hand dropped to his erection, standing proud now, hard, ready. She squeezed lightly. “Picture time!”John laughed and moved away from her, reaching for his camera. “It’s on auto, so all you need to do is take up the first pressure on the shutter-release, to activate the auto-focus, zoom as you like, then press harder while you hold your breath.””Honey, looking at that lovely prick you have there, and thinking about where it will be very soon, I may forget to breathe altogether.” Jill reached for the camera and John moved away to lean against a tree. Jill raised the camera to her eye, then signalled to John. “Turn slightly, honey, I want you and that lovely prick to show at their best.”John turned slightly, took a deep breath and sucked his gut in. “Lovely,” said Jill, and the shutter clicked, and clicked again as John took hold of his erection. Jill lowered the camera and came over to him, her face flushed.”I think I know now why some women want to go into porn films,” she said. She looked at John. “Can you set this camera on delay, so that it can take our picture with your prick in my pussy?””Yeah, sure,” said John, his prick twitching. “Are you sure you want that?””Certain, honey, and if it’s good I want a print to keep under my pillow, for lonely nights with my dildo.””Look, Jill, if I set the camera up over there, and we use that grassy bank, I can use the hand remote to trigger it. You can have more than one picture, if you want.””I want, honey, I want,” said Jill, her voice thick with emotion. “Hurry, baby, I want your prick!”Moments later, the camera was on the tripod, focussed on Jill where she sat on the grass, room for John in the frame. He took the remote in his hand and went over, his prick bouncing in front of him in anticipation. Jill smiled and lay back.”Climb aboard, honey, and let’s you and me fuck.” She spread her legs for him, her slit slick with her juices. John knelt between her legs and pushed the tip of his prick gently into his aunt. With an inch or so in, he glanced over his shoulder. ‘Should show’, he thought, and squeezed the remote. As the camera clicked, he pushed deeper into Jill’s pussy, wet, inviting, no resistance to his invasion, a gasp coming from Jill as his balls brushed her ass. He squeezed the remote again, then forgot it for the moment as Jill’s hips pushed back against him. Her fingers clawed at his back and John began to fuck her, burying himself deep in her, pulling back and pressing deep again.Jill was hot, she was ready and she knew that she needed little stimulation. The fact that it was her nephew fucking her so vigorously did nothing to diminish her excitement and she felt the tension building in her until as John pushed deep into her, she climaxed, her belly rippling, her pussy squeezing down on John’s prick in spasmodic clutches, a strangled moan coming from her mouth as she felt him suddenly buck in his own climax, his prick pulsing in her depths.The little clearing was quiet except for the hoarse breathing as the lovers fought to get their breath back, until Jill took a deep, shuddering breath. “John, sweetheart, that was wonderful,” she whispered, squeezing him with arms and pussy. John kissed her, lightly.”You get no argument from me,” he said.Jill laughed suddenly. “How do I compare with your mom?” she asked, giggling.”Naughty!” John grinned. “Equal first,” he said.* * * * *Cara led Jack away through the trees, heading towards the beach, walking until they could hear nothing of the others.”Don’t you want to go to the house, sweetheart?” said Jack. “Find a nice bed?””It would take too long, Daddy. I want you now.”Jack indicated a mossy bank, grass cropped short, springy, inviting. “Here?””Here is great, Daddy. Lie down, on your back.””On my back, eh? And what are you going to do, young lady?” Jack said, stretching out comfortably on his back.”I am going to suck you hard. Then I’m going to climb over you and get that lovely prick into my pussy. Then I’m gonna ride you until we come.”Jack laughed. “Sounds like a plan to me, honey.”His prick was half-hard and Cara took it in a gentle grasp, squeezing lightly. She bent and licked the head, like a popsicle. “Mmm,” she said, “nice.””You betcha,” said Jack, his voice not quite steady.Cara grinned up at him and held his gaze as she closed her mouth over the head of his prick, sucking gently, her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside of the head. Jack twitched as her teeth made brief contact.”Oops. Sorry, Daddy,” she said, briefly reliquishing her lip-hold.”Okay, baby, I know you wouldn’t hurt me deliberately.” He hissed in a breath as Cara’s mouth moved down his prick, a wet ‘o’ slithering down his hardness. Cara gagged, coughed bursa escort and came back up quickly. She gave Jack a shame-faced grin.”Not very good at this, yet,” she murmured, and then took him in her mouth again. This time she didn’t try to take so much, contenting herself, and Jack, by stopping halfway down and sucking on the upstroke, her tongue making lazy patterns on the underside of Jack’s prick. After about half a dozen strokes, Cara stopped, sitting up and throwing her long hair back. She grinned at her father.”I think I got you hard now,” she said, a little breathless.”I think so, too, sweetheart,” Jack said, his voice hoarse.”Time to ride,” said Cara, moving forwards on her knees, straddling Jack’s thighs, until she was poised above him. Gazing into her father’s eyes, she took his prick in a gentle grip and lowered herself. She stopped for a moment as she felt the thick, blunt head of Jack’s prick begin to part her labia. She took a deep, nervous breath.”I wondered if this would ever happen, Daddy. You feel good,” she whispered, beginning to lower herself.”So do you, baby,” said Jack, “so do you.” He groaned as he felt his daughter’s tight pussy slowly enveloping his prick, a groan counterpoint to Cara’s own as she felt her father’s prick entering her depths.”Oh, that’s good!” she whispered. She gasped as her ass touched Jack’s thighs. “Oh, my god, you’re in! At last! You’re actually in me!””And it feels good to me, too, baby,” Jack said, his tone caressing, “really good.”Cara sat for a moment, her eyes closed, nipples erect on her beautiful breasts, then sighed. “You feel really good in me, Daddy.””Glad to hear it, sweetheart, but you’ve had pricks in your pussy before, I know you have.””Only a few, Daddy. Billy Tanner, because I like him and I wanted to pop my cherry with somebody I at least liked. Billy’s sweet, but we both knew it was no big romance. Then it was twice with Tony Galini, but he’s so full of himself, I mean he thinks he’s God’s gift to women or something. He doesn’t even fuck very well.” Cara giggled. “I only let him have me the second time because I thought he’d fumbled the first or something, but second time was just as lousy. Then it was once with Al Barton, Greg last night and now you. Sum total of my copulation experience,” Cara said with another giggle.Jack flexed his prick in Cara’s pussy and grinned as she squeaked, startled. “Time to ride, baby.””Time to ride,” agreed Cara as she raised herself, until Jack’s prick almost left her, then sank back onto him with a sigh that was almost a moan, repeating her action, a little quicker, then again, settling into a rhythm that felt good to her, enjoying the sensation of Jack’s prick filling her, then emptying, only to fill again. She gave herself to the moment, revelling in the sensations until she felt herself almost panting, her climax building in her and washing across her, startling her, almost shocking her with its intensity. She gave a wordless cry as she felt her pussy clasp Jack’s prick, her belly rippling with the intensity of the moment, collapsing across him as the storm took her, gasping, her chest heaving as she fought for air. Jack’s arms went round her and he clasped her to him, uttering soothing noises as Cara gradually stilled.Eventually, she sat up, gently untangling herself. Her smile was radiant as she gazed down at her father. “That was absolutely incredible, Daddy,” she whispered. Her face changed. “Oh, my god! You’re still hard!””You came, sweetie, I didn’t.”Cara’s smile was the widest Jack had ever seen. “We have to do something about that.””We will. Think you could take me doggy-style, hon?””Woof!” said Cara, lifting herself off Jack’s prick and falling to her knees beside him. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue swirling around his. Jack sat up, got to his knees and moved round behind Cara. Her ass was lovely, perfect, tanned globes. Between them her pussy slit showed open, ready for him. He moved forward, taking his prick in his hand, easing it into her, pushing steadily until he was buried in her, his belly against her ass.”Is that okay, sweetie?” he said.”Fuck, yes, Daddy,” said Cara. “You feel great, really deep.””Ready, hon?””Go!”Jack began to move, pulling back, pushing forward again, his hands on Cara’s hips as he moved, bracing her, bracing himself. Cara had brought him close before her own explosion and he knew it couldn’t be long. Soon he began to feel the stirring deep within himself, that slow build of tension, the rising sensitivity of his prick and he gave himself to the moment, his actions speeding, his hips thrusting harder, the tension building, building until with a sound that was part moan, part cry, wholly a****l, he erupted in climax, his prick driving into his daughter’s body, her own cries echoing his as he came.* * * * *”We’ll use our room,” said Molly. “The bed’s bigger.” She led Greg and Sarah in. The summer sunlight lit the room, making the bed an inviting pool of warmth.”Aunt Molly?””Yes, Greg?””Would you please just stand there for a moment?””Here, hon?””Right there. I just want to look at you.”Molly laughed and grinned at Sarah, who grinned back at her with a wink.”Can you just sort of do a twirl?” said Greg.Amused, Molly complied. “How’s that?”Greg nodded, a faint smile on his face. “Aunt Molly, you are – excuse the expression – fucking gorgeous.””Oooh,” said Molly, “I like the sound of the fucking bit.” She looked at Greg, smiling. “Judging by the state of your prick, so do you. You want me, hon?””Yeah!””So have me.” Molly moved to the bed, laying herself flat on her back, with her legs spread. She smiled up at Sarah. “You don’t mind, do you, sweetheart?”Sarah shook her head. “Not me. For the moment I’m just going to watch and enjoy.” She moved over to a bedroom chair and sat down, tucking her feet up, leaning forward so she could see what was happening.Greg moved to the bed and knelt between Molly’s legs, his prick solidly erect. He took his weight on outstretched arms and moved forward, ready to push his hardness into Molly’s soft depths. As he came closer, Molly took him between her cool fingers and guided his placement, giving a sigh of satisfaction as she felt him enter her.”Feels good, honey, really good.””Fuck, yes!” Greg groaned. “I thought a woman who’d had two k**s would feel looser.””I exercise my pussy muscles, Greg. I like a man to feel me snug about him.””Oh, you’re snug, Aunt Molly, really snug. Fucking wonderfully snug.””Talking of fucking, dear, let’s go!”Greg snorted, his hips thrusting him forward, deep into Molly’s depths. He thought that he could feel every little variation in Molly’s pussy, so sensitive did he feel, her juices flowing freely and easing his passage, his prick moving easily, audibly, in her wetness. He picked up a rhythm, thrust, withdraw, thrust again. Molly grinned up at him and he bent to kiss her, tasting for the first time his aunt’s lips as the lips of a lover, feeling her erect nipples against his chest as he moved, her legs about him, her heels coming up behind his ass, urging him into her.Greg was young, Greg was virile, and Greg was excited, enjoying the wickedness of the moment. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, and it wasn’t, but before he reached his climax, he felt Molly’s hand slip between them, stroking her clit and as he tensed he felt her pussy clench about him, a ripple going through her as she came, sparking his own climax as he thrust into her. On the chair, Sarah’s fingers were busy as she teased herself to climax, watching in awe as Greg’s ass clenched, the muscles in sharp relief as he thrust into Molly’s welcoming pussy.Greg slowed to a halt, breathing heavily, holding himself on braced arms to keep from crushing Molly. Sweat beaded his brow and he could feel it slick between himself and Molly. A rhythmic grunting finally penetrated his consciousness and he glanced across at his sister just in time to see her teeth clench and her belly ripple as she brought herself to orgasm.”Nice one, s*s,” he said, grinning at Sarah as her eyes flickered open again.”Enjoy that, honey?” Molly said.”Yeah,” said Sarah. “I certainly did. I guess you enjoyed what Greg was giving you, too?””Sure did.” Molly stretched up and kissed Greg. “Thanks, hon.””My pleasure,” said Greg.”Our pleasure,” Molly corrected.Greg nodded, smiling. He eased himself back and his half-hard prick slid easily from Molly’s depths. From where she sat, Sarah could see her aunt’s pussy, open a little as Greg stood. On impulse, Sarah moved over to the bed and bent her head to Molly’s cleft, her tongue wiping the length of it, licking the mixture of her brother’s come and her aunt’s pussy juices, loving the taste, enjoying too the rich aroma of Molly’s sex. Molly had jumped a little as she felt Sarah’s tongue, but she lay back now with a smile on her face, fingers of one hand loosely clasped in Sarah’s hair, her other hand stroking lightly over her niece’s back.”Like the flavour, honey?” Molly said.”Mmm,” said Sarah, her tongue busy.Greg was watching avidly. Surprised at first by his sister’s loving assault on their aunt, he was enjoying the sight of two women making love. Despite having just come, his prick was stiffening again. bursa escort bayan Idly he stroked it, helping it to a pulsing rigidity. He moved over to the bed where Sarah’s pussy was clearly visible to him as she bent over Molly. Taking a gentle grip of Sarah’s hips, Greg pushed his prick an inch or two into her pussy. She gasped as he entered her, but gave a little quivery moan as she felt him push deeper. Molly grinned at him over Sarah’s shoulder.”Ready to ride again, Greg?””I think so.” Geg made a face. “I’ve never been ready to ride again this quick before.”Molly laughed. “It’s the quality of the women, hon.””Too right,” said Greg fervently. “I’ve just got to have a crack at Mom.””I think she’ll let you, baby,” said Molly, gasping as Sarah’s tongue probed her depths, “particularly when I tell her how good you are.”* * * * *It was a pleasantly tired crew who met up for lunch a little later. They cooked the fish Greg and Jack had caught and prepared a salad to go with it. After lunch, sprawling in the lounge, nobody seemed to have any energy.”I think most of us could do with a nap,” said Molly. “It’s hot outside, and I feel the need for some shade.””Good thinking,” said Jill. “Maybe we should nap with our partner-to-be,” she added with a giggle.”Yes!” said Cara. She turned to her brother. “Come on, John, let’s you and me go and nap.”As John and Cara left the room, Sarah turned to Jack. “Uncle Jack, do you think you and me could, um, nap together?”Jack grinned. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” He stood and held his hand out to pull Sarah to her feet, slipping an arm around her waist as they went out.Molly, Jill and Greg looked at each other. Molly stood up and pulled Jill to her feet, slipping an arm around her sister-in-law’s shoulder as they turned to Greg.Molly grinned at her nephew. “Come on, hon. Come and nap with the two old ladies, and when we wake up I’ll help you nail your mom.” Jill blushed and giggled, but she didn’t argue.* * * * *It was late afternoon before anyone woke from the nap they had all realised they needed. Perhaps typically, it was the youngest of them who woke first. John stretched out, his joints popping, then gazed at his sleeping sister. In the summer heat of the island no-one needed bedclothes and Cara’s glorious nudity was clear to John as she lay beside him. He propped himself on an elbow and studied Cara, his gaze roaming over her, delighting in the curve of her hip as she lay, the relaxed tension of the tendons in her bent leg, the springy, curly but sparse patch of pubic hair she’d left on her mons, her pussy lips clear of hair, smooth, slightly swollen, whether from sex she’d had or sex she was anticipating, John didn’t know. Anticipation, he hoped, because his sister looked to be one tasty fuck-to-be.”Like what you see, little brother?” Cara’s voice was soft, husky. John lifted his gaze and looked into her clear eyes.”Love it, big sister.””I wanted you to have me for your birthday, but I’m a day late. You don’t mind, do you?”John grinned. “Are you nuts, s*s? Of course not. An extra day of anticipation hasn’t hurt.” John laughed. “I have to say, mostly because I had as much as I could handle.””How was mom, anyway?””Fucking marvellous, and surprisingly tight. So was Aunt Jill.””Well, me you’ll know about very soon now. Just leaves Sarah for you to try.””I’m looking forward to both experiences, very much.” John paused.”What?” said Cara.”When we’re home?””Yeah?””What happens then?”Cara made a face. “I guess we go back to being an ordinary family. I think that’s what Daddy expects, anyway.””Mom too, I think. What about you and me?”Cara looked at her brother for a long moment, then grinned. “Assuming that neither of us has any other particularly urgent task on hand, I certainly don’t mind the occasional fuck.” She frowned. “Depending, of course, on how well you perform in the next half-hour or so.””Do my best, s*s.”Cara grinned, then frowned again. “John,” she said, idly caressing his slowly growing erection, “do you mind if I ask a personal question?”John shook his head. “No, but I don’t guarantee to answer.””Okay. Um, were you a virgin before this week?”He laughed. “Mom asked me the same question.””And? Were you?””‘Fraid so, Cara. Does it make a difference?””Of course not. It was just big sister being nosy. Ever get close?”John laughed. “Yeah. Sally Jens was willing, but her mom came home early.””Poor baby.””She wants to do it when I get back.””Lucky you.””Yeah, I guess. How about you, Cara? Any steady guy?””Only you for the moment, looks like.” Cara grinned. “Looks like you’re ready, too.” And he was, his prick hot and hard. “Very nice piece of equipment, that,” Cara said, her eyes sparkling.”Glad you like it.””Mmm. Okay, birthday boy. How would you like your sister to offer herself?””Huh?””Missionary? Girl-on-top? Doggie-style? Which?””Decisions, decisions,” John said, grinning. “Do you have a preference?””Of course. Sex!” Cara laughed. “I kinda like girl-on-top and doggie-style.””Girl-on-top, then. That way I can play with your tits.””Okay by me,” Cara said. She got to her knees beside John and bent suddenly, her lips closing over John’s prick as her head sank, taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue weaving patterns as she lifted her head, her lips pursed so that there was a ‘pop’ as John’s prick escaped from the warm wetness. She swung her leg over and knelt astride his thighs, then shuffled forward on her knees, taking John’s prick in a light grasp and positioning him just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself so that an inch or so of him entered her, then took her hand away. She knelt, poised, a smile on her pretty face, fixing John with her eyes. She stayed motionless for a moment then let herself slide slowly, wriggling to spread her juices, the length of his hardness until her neat butt was on his thighs. She sighed.”John, hon, you feel fucking great.””So do you, s*s. So do you. You’re so tight!””Why, thank you, brother. Now, let’s fuck!”Cara began to rock herself on John’s prick, slowly, steadily. He lay enjoying the sensation for a moment or two, enjoying the hot, wet cling of Cara’s pussy as she sank down until he was as deep as he would go, before rising until he almost left her. After a minute or two, as Cara rose to the top of her lift off him, he thrust his hips up, driving his prick back into her, then down again, almost leaving her, to feel himself enveloped again as Cara came down. She grinned at him.”Nice one, John, two strokes each time.””Yeah.” He grinned. “I just thought of it.””Good thinking! Aah,” she said as John gently cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples. “Nice,” she breathed. “Keep doing that, I like it.””You have got absolutely beautiful tits, Cara,” John said as he gently caressed her.”Thanks, John. You don’t think they’re too small?””No! They’re perfect!”Cara grinned. “I’m looking forward to seeing the photographs.””Me too.” A mental image of the pictures he’d taken of Jill with his prick in her pussy flashed across John’s mind and his prick twitched. Cara giggled, never ceasing her movements.”What caused that?””Thinking of the photographs.” He thrust harder this time as Cara lifted and she gave a soft moan of pleasure.”Oh, it’s go-o-d,” she murmured. She smiled down at John as she moved. “I’m enjoying this holiday. Any future boyfriend has a lot to live up to, after the pleasure I’ve had from you and Daddy and Greg.””But no comparisons, eh?”Cara giggled. “Only in my head.” She grinned. “You’re doing great!” As they talked, John and Cara had each felt the sensations building in them, the slow tingling climb towards climax, and by unspoken mutual consent they concentrated on giving each other the best possible feeling, urging each other towards the peak, slowly, inexorably.John was the first. “I’m close, Cara,” he muttered, “real close.””Hold on just a little, John, I’m nearly there, too, just a little more.”Inspired, John lifted his hand to Cara’s clitoris. Remembering what his mother had told him about the sensitivity approaching climax, he twisted his wrist so that he had a finger on each side, brushing feather-light against Cara as she moved. She flashed him a smile, her breathing heavy now, matching his own.John gritted his teeth, fighting the onset of his climax but the heat and wetness and wonderful snugness of his sister’s pussy was too much and he groaned as he felt his seed boiling through his prick and into his sister’s depths. In the throes of his climax, his reflexive thrusts, deep, hard, were the signal that Cara had been waiting for and John felt her pussy clamp down on his thrusting prick, convulsing, gripping as she shuddered her way to her own peak, a strangled moan in her throat as she collapsed across him, panting.* * * * * “Anything you particularly want to do to me, Uncle Jack?” Sarah said with a giggle. “Apart from fuck me, that is. I hope you want that!””Oh, I do, Sarah, don’t you worry about that.” Jack smiled at his niece. “How about you? Any fantasies?””I think you fucking me is about my biggest. I’ve already fucked my brother and my cousin, I mean, what’s left?””Your mom, maybe?”Sarah stared at him. “I never thought of that.” She giggled again. “I ate Aunt escort bursa Molly out after Greg fucked her.””Enjoy it?””Mmm, yes.” Sarah paused. “Uncle Jack?””What?””Can I practice my cock-sucking techniques on you?”Jack’s half-hard prick twitched. He chuckled. “My prick’s obviously interested, so why not?”Sarah paused again, deep in thought. “Uncle Jack?””Yes?””Sixty-nine? It probably means we won’t fuck now, but we’re here until next weekend.””Which means you get another chance. Sixty-nine? Sure, I’m game.” He leered. “It means I get to taste your sweet pussy.”Sarah gave a delighted laugh. “Ooh, yes, and I get a lollipop to suck.””I’ll go on the bottom, baby, you on top. Okay?””Very.””I need head support. Pass me those pillows, please.” Sarah did and Jack adjusted them until his head was supported fairly high off the bed. he lay back. “Climb over, baby.” Sarah moved over him, her feet towards his head, her lovely ass just in front of him, her pussy slit already showing moisture. He took her hips in his hands and moved her back slightly, spearing her pussy with his tongue. Sarah jumped, then moaned softly and pushed back at him. She bent her head and he felt her tongue swipe the length of his prick.She turned her head. “That’s fine for me, Uncle Jack.””And I’ve got the best view in the house.””Mine’s pretty good, too.””Go, baby!” Jack extended his tongue again and took a loving swipe at his niece’s pretty pussy. Her lower lips were swollen with desire and he could feel the heat radiating from her, feel too the gently hesitant way she slid her lips over his prick, a soft ‘O’ sliding down him, then up again, her lips snug against him, her tongue licking over his glans as her head lifted.”Was that okay, Uncle Jack?””Better than okay, Sarah, baby.”She giggled. “Good. Now back to my lollipop.”Jack took a deep breath, Sarah’s scent filling his nose. Sweet-scented soap, and sex-scented woman, mixed, combined in a scent, not an aroma, a scent that if it could be bottled and worn by a woman would raise a man’s prick to a raging hardness in nothing flat. Assuming that man wasn’t actually dead, and even then Jack wouldn’t have bet against it. His own prick felt like it was made of iron and the touch of Sarah’s lips was exquisite torture to him. He licked at her again, feeling her heat on his tongue and he moved his head slightly so that he could kiss at her pussy lips, take more of her into his mouth, loving the taste of her on his tongue, the familiar taste of a ready woman, yet subtly different in its detail, unique to her.Sarah was breathing heavily through her nose as her head rose and fell on Jack’s prick and he could feel her quivering slightly as his tongue washed over her clitoris, evoking a tremor deep within her, a tremor that grew until suddenly she loosened her sucking grip on his prick, throwing her head back with a wail of ecstasy as her pussy spasmed on his mouth, her whole body shaking in her release.Jack held her hips in his warm hands, holding her as she slowly eased to stillness, stillness that suddenly became a flurry of motion as she turned to face him.”Can I sit on you? Finish my cock-sucking later? I want you in me, Uncle Jack, in me as far as your prick will go.” Her face was anxious, almost desperate, in its plea.”Of course, honey, or you can lie back here and let me fuck you.”Sarah groaned. “Fuck me, Uncle Jack, fuck me hard. I am so ready for you!” She threw herself down beside him, tugging at him to cover her, gasping as he filled her, her legs coming up, her heels urging him into her, her breathing hoarse in his ears, her excitement lifting him, urging him on, on, on . . .His climax was violent, his hips driving him into her but she clutched him to her, her own hips echoing his movements, chanting ‘yes, yes, yes,’ almost under her breath, as she clawed at him.Recovery was slow as they both gasped for air in the summer warmth, sweat pooling between them, running off Jack’s nose to splash on Sarah’s cheek. Her eyes opened and she giggled.”Jeez, Uncle Jack, that was fantastic!” There was a tone in her voice almost of awe. “Aunt Molly gets that all the time?”Jack chuckled. “Not all the time, no, just as often as it hits Molly and me the way it just hit you and me. Maybe a couple of times a month, if we’re lucky.” He grinned down at his niece. “The rest of the time it’s just very, very good.” He moved to withdraw and she grabbed at him. “Stay with me until it slips out, Uncle Jack.” She chuckled. ” I like to feel that.””Okay, baby. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere in a hurry, and it’s sure nice where I am.”* * * * *”I’m not sure I can do this,” said Jill.”Sure you can,” said Molly. “You’ve fucked your brother and your nephew, why not your son? John was great when he fucked me.” She grinned. “All three times.”Jill laughed. “He was pretty damn good when he fucked me, too.””Please, Mom,” said Greg. “You look so damn tasty like that.””Naked?””Yeah,” said Greg. “You look great, Mom.””I like being naked, I will say. It feels so liberating.”Molly wriggled up the bed until she lay back against the headboard. She spread her legs. “Come and lie here, Jill, then Greg can get at you easily.”Jill stared at her sister-in-law for a long moment, then grinned. “I have a better idea,” she said softly. “I’m going to eat you, Molly. I’ve often wondered if you’re as tasty as you look.”Molly took Jill’s hand and squeezed her fingers. “I’d like that. What about Greg?”Jill smiled at her son. “I’m pretty sure Greg will be happy taking his mom from behind, won’t you?””Yeah,” he breathed.Jill climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Molly’s spread legs. She lowered her head and took a tentative lick at Molly’s pussy, then raised her head to grin at her sister-in-law. “Target in range.” She looked over her shoulder at Greg. “Okay, baby.”Greg smiled and knelt behind his mother, enjoying the sight of her pussy ready for him, open slightly, visibly moist. In front of her, Molly was watching Jill’s face as Greg moved gently forwards. He took his rock-hard erection in his fist and rubbed it gently up and down Jill’s slit. Jill’s mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. As Greg pushed his prick slowly into her pussy Molly saw her eyes close briefly and a tense excitement appeared on her face. Greg wriggled a little to spread his mom’s juices on his prick and then pressed forwards again, until his balls were touching her.Molly saw Jill’s eyes snap open and stare into hers.”Oh, fuck,” said Jill softly, “he feels huge!””Feel good?” said Molly.”Fuck, yes!””Time to eat me,” said Molly.Jill smiled and lowered her head, beginning to lap at Molly’s pussy. Over her back, Molly and Greg made eye contact. Molly nodded slightly and Greg began gently to fuck his mother, easing back until he almost left her before pressing back, deep, slow, rhythmic, his hands lightly holding her hips.Jill was sucking at Molly’s pussy, licking, sucking, her tongue exploring every fold, finding every drop of Molly’s juice, her face now bright with Molly’s wetness. She was beginning to breathe heavily as Greg increased his pace, but her tongue and lips never ceased their loving attention on Molly.Greg leaned forward, never ceasing his steady thrusting, and cupped Jill’s breasts, feeling the nipples hard in his palms. He squeezed gently and Jill moaned deep in her throat, the sound reaching Molly as a tremor on Jill’s tongue, stimulating her. Molly slid her fingers into Jill’s hair, stroking, caressing.Jill was moaning constantly now but her tongue never ceased its attention to Molly who could feel the excitement rising in herself. Jill’s tongue was moving expertly over Molly’s pussy and she wondered idly where Jill had learned her expertise. I’ll ask her later, she thought, because she is good. She’s going to get me off real soon now, thought Molly, feeling her own breathing quickening and her excitement beginning to peak.Jill’s tongue lashed across Molly’s clit and she gasped as a thrill of pure pleasure flashed through her, her fingers tightening briefly in Jill’s hair. Greg was moving quickly now, the slither of his prick in his mom’s pussy clearly audible as her juices flowed, and Jill was panting, her own excitement rising.When they came, it was as if there had been a chain reaction. Greg came first, his prick slamming into Jill’s pussy as he gasped incoherently, his hips bucking in a reflex as old as time, feeling Jill’s pussy contracting and grasping at him as his seed spilled into her. Jill gasped and sucked hard on Molly’s clit and she came too, her excitement fuelled by the almost identical expressions of blissful agony on the mother and son with whom she shared the climactic moment.Greg’s head came down as his climax eased, his hands on Jill’s hips holding him up, for the moment had been almost too much for him, finally making love to his mother. Jill was slowly recovering from one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, and Molly, well Molly was basking in the afterglow of a pretty intense moment of her own. They were all wet with sweat in the summer heat. Greg eased himself from Jill’s soaking tunnel and sat back on his heels as she moved awkwardly to face him. She smiled at Greg, almost shyly.”That was marvellous, son,” she said quietly, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips, before settling back beside Molly.A smile quirked Greg’s mouth. “Better than marvellous, Mom. Fucking fantastic, I’d say.””Amen to that,” said Molly.

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