Unknown - His incestuous wife

He turned with two tall, cool drinks and handed one to Joan. He put his on the glass-topped, wrought-iron table and pulled off his tic. His coat and white shirt came next. He picked up his drink and sat on the lounge chair beside Joan.

" like hairy men," Joan said, running her fingers through the mat that covered his chest.

" cc beautiful young women," Harvey answered, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"You shouldn't do that, Harvey," she said. "I'm married to your wife's brother."

'That makes it more exciting," Harvey said.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" She let him kiss her.

"Is Ruthie. home?" Harvey asked.

"No. She went swimming, said it would be late."

"Good," Harvey said, undoing the knot on her halter.

He pulled away the band of cloth and put his mouth over the pink cap of her tit. The nipple rose in his mouth.

"Oh, Harvey, you mustn't!" she cried, but she made no attempt to stop him.

He had both nipples standing up proud before he let his mouth slide wetly down her stomach to her deep navel. Joan moaned and raised her belly against his mouth, his hands already fumbling at the clasp on her shorts. She raised higher and he pushed them down over her butt. When he got them below her knees, she raised her feet, let them slide to her ankles, and kicked them free.

He looked at the mass of soft, blond curls, and buried his face in her fuzzy beaver. Her legs were open wide and his tongue went into her wet, slippery gash.

"Oh, Harvey… eat me, eat me good!" she cried. His tongue slid along her slit and curled around her throbbing clit. "Oh, fuck! Honey, that is good! You're making me so horny!"

Harvey nibbled at her pussy until she was writhing in ecstasy. Joan liked having her cunt eaten, even if Jerry wasn't too sold on the idea. He did it only occasionally, so she was really turned on when she found a man that really dug the art, and Harvey certainly dug the art. He loved to eat pussy. He relished her copious juices as they wet her cunt and spread the taste of hot female over his tongue and through his mouth;

When she was thoroughly aroused, he raised his face from her snatch and got to his fret. "I'm going to fuck you, Joan," he said, unbuckling his belt.

"God, I hope so. Fuck me, you big bastard! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!" she wailed, tossing her head wildly frown side to side.

He pushed down his pants, his massive dong tenting out the front of his shorts. Spreading out the front of his shorts, he let his cock pop out, hard and throbbing.

"My God!" Joan gasped. She reached out and grabbed his rod in her hand. She had never seen such a big cock.

He came down on top of her, his cock jabbing between her legs. She got a hold of it again and guided it to her cunt, and gave a little scream as his prick pushed up inside her box. She was very wet. and with little effort, he was in her cunt balls deep.

Joan grunted with pleasure. "Goddamn, that feels good. I had no idea a really big cock could feel so much better. Fuck me!"

Harvey felt his cock all the way up inside her cunt, felt the way her young pussy squeezed around his shaft, felt the way it sucked on his cock like a hungry vacuum cleaner.

"God, Joan," he gasped, "I had no idea you'd be this easy!"

"Don't get insulting, big man, or I might not you get off," she said. She was breathing hard and bunching up to meet his fuck thrusts.

"You're a cinch, baby. A push-over, an easy lay. How many guys in that little jerky town you live in had the use of your choice body? A bunch, I'll bet," he said, knowing there was no way she could get him off now, even if she wanted to, and he was sure she didn't.

"Just shut up and fuck, you son of a bitch! Jesus, it feels good!" she said, moving her arms over his back, sliding her fingers through the hair. He had almost as much on his back as he did on his chest.

"You like to fuck,. don't you?" he said.

"God, yes! Hold me tight, honey, and go slow and easy. Make it last. Fuck me the rest of the afternoon.

There was no way Harvey was going to make it last the rest. of the afternoon, not the way her pussy was holding his cock in a vise of hot wet flesh. It didn't matter, anyway, because she was on the verge of coming, and it was going to be one of those explosive comes, the kind where every nerve tickled with excitement. Her knees came up to press tightly against his hips when it started.

"Keep fucking! Harder! Faster! I'M COMING!" she screamed.

Harvey felt her twisting and jerking beneath him, but was determined to hold out, determined to bring her off at least one more time. He wanted this hot little bitch to know she had been fucked by a man. He continued ramming her with long, hard strokes.

Joan was covered with sweat and she knew she would make it again. She loved coming more than once, even if she didn't do it often. It always left her excited, wanting just a little more, and hurting, hurting just a teensy bit. It was a feeling she relished, used and hurting, and she knew she would feel that way after Harvey Simmas finished fucking her.

He felt the jizz start up his cock and grunted with pleasure. "I'm almost there, baby!" he growled.

"Don't come inside me!" Joan cried. "I don't want another brat."

"Take your chances, kid. Old Harvey's going to fill your cunt to the brim!"

Joan felt the wet warmth of his jizz spread inside her cunt and started coming again. Her legs locked over his back to hold his dick all the way in.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, you bastard! God, it feels so good!"

Joan smiled at Virginia, the memory making her cunt itch, her juices wetting the crotch of her panties. It was the only time Harvey had fucked her because they left the next day, but she still remembered it well. She was glad Virginia had come, even if she didn't really like her, because it brought back such a good memory. She looked out the kitchen window and saw Buck, their big, mixed breed mongrel do He was sliding his ass across the grass, his big red prick sticking straight out. He was a good dog.

Virginia slept fitfully that first night. She realized she wasn't the same person she had been a month earlier, and because of this difference, couldn't get her young nephew out of her mind. He was such a beautiful boy, so shy, and to all outward appearances, completely innocent.

She got up early and had coffee with her brother before he went to work, and then went back to bed, sleeping most of the morning. Joan went somewhere after lunch and was gone all afternoon. Jay was in and out. Mostly out, fortunately. They had a barbecue on the patio that night and played gin until late.

The next day, she slept almost till noon, and went to the kitchen in her robe. After coffee, she returned to her room to dress. She felt very tense and took a bottle of vodka from her suitcase and had a stiff jolt. She knew she wanted her nephew in bed. wanted him badly, but her conscience was giving her a real tussle. "It just wouldn't be right," she told herself.. "You can't do it, Virginia." Yet, deep inside, she knew if she got the chance, she would.

She had no more than pulled her nightgown over her head when she heard someone in the hall. She slipped her robe back on and opened the door a crack. Joan WAS standing at her son's open door talking to the boy. She wore nothing but panties and bra, brief panties and bra. Virginia gave a tiny gasp and pushed the door closed. She was about to open it again for another peek when there was a light tap. She quickly went to the bed and pushed the vodka under a pillow, then answered the knock. Joan stepped into the room.

"I'll be gone the rest of the afternoon, Virgie. You don't mind, do you?" Joan said.

"No, of course not. I want you to do just as you would if I weren't here. I'll be fine.