Unknown - His incestuous wife

Jerry was squirming with discomfort when she finally let his cock go. She got to her feet and lifted her skirt, stuffing his prick, which was still hard, between her fat thighs, and kissed him on the mouth.

"Will your cock stay up long enough so you can get it in?" she hissed.

"I doubt it, honey, but you can try," Jerry said. Virginia leaned against the wall, her feet far apart. "Come close to me and hunch down," she said.

She reached down with both hands and took his prick. Her cunt was slick and wet with excitement and she normally got his cock started in, but it was only half-hard, making fucking difficult. She couldn't move much for fear it would slip out, but while holding it in with her hand, her fingers worked feverishly at her clit. Jerry started moving with her and she felt her brother's cock stab deep in her belly.

"Do it, do it, honey, I'm going to come! Ooh, God, it feels good! Jerry, Jerry, I'm coming!"

It as a hard come, harder than she had thought it would be, hard enough to buckle her knees, and when she buckled, Jerry, lifted her by her ass-checks and his cock came up hard, only for an instant, but long enough to push deep inside her pussy and squirt goo into her belly.

"I'm coming again, too!" Jerry gurgled. They both slumped to the floor, panting and kissing. Jerry's cock slipped out and dripped jizz into a thick pool on the floor.

"God, Virgie, who the hell says incest is wrong?" Jerry gasped.

"Well, maybe it is wrong, darling, but it sure is fun," she answered.

It was after three before they got on the road. After Joan drove for a couple of hours and got drowsy, Virginia took the wheel. Darkness was creeping in when she pulled into a luxurious motel. Joan sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"About halfway home but I'm getting tired, too, so I thought we'd stop at a motel for the night. Get an early start in the morning"

"Joan, ritzy-looking place. You sit tight, hon. I'll run in and register."

Virginia fumbled in her bag. "Let me pay."

"Okay," Joan said, and plucked two twenties from Virginia's hand.

"Is that enough?"

"God, if it ain't, we better find another place."

When Joan came out of the motel office, she was grinning. "God, the clerk was a doll. Tall, dark, cute little mustache, about twenty-five, I'd guess."

"You're too old for him," Virginia quipped.

"I'm only twenty-nine, dear, not exactly a senior citizen."

By the time they had eaten and had a couple of drinks, it was completely dark, so they returned to their room. Virginia took a bath and went right to bed. She was bushed from the driving, but Joan's nap had done wanders and she couldn't sleep. She got up and tried to watch TV, but that bored her so she went out on the veranda for some air. She saw the flashing lights from a bar and wanted a drink, but she had on a skimpy little gown and would have to get dressed. While she debated on dressing, she glanced down and saw the kidney-shaped swimming pool, shimmering mirror-like in the pale moonlight. It was a hot, muggy night, an a dip in the pool would be fabulous, but she hadn't brought her swim suit.

The pool stood crystal still, enticing, beckoning her in. She looked at her watch. God, after eleven. The motel was dark and silent the no vacancy sign blinking in the darkness; no one would notice if she was quiet and didn't splash.

Joan left the gown on a lounge chair and slipped quietly into the water. It felt wonderful, refreshing, and just cool enough 'to bring her nipples up hard and tingly. She ducked her head under and swam across the pool, the breath bursting in her lungs when she came up at the opposite edge. When she opened her eye, she was staring at a pair of brown loafers, legs sprouting up from them like stalks of corn.

"It's against the rules to swim after ten," the motel clerk said sternly. He glowered down at her, seeing only her head bobbing above the surface.

"Lob of things are against the rules after ten," Joan said. "Why don't you join me? The water's fine."

"Listen, lady, you gotta get out. I could lose my job," he protested.

"Shit! It's only a job." She turned and did a slow crawl across the pool. "You're chicken," she called.

The young man stared, his black mustache twitching. She swain high in the water and he could see her back. It was bare. He could see her nice round ass. It was bare, too. "Christ," he gulped and looked around. Theft wasn't a light. He kicked out of his loafers and pushed his pants down his long legs. When he was don to his shorts, he jumped into the water.

Three long strokes and he was treading water beside the naked Joan. She reached out and put her bands on his hips. "You are a chicken," she said, and pushed his shorts down his hips. When they were below his crotch, she took hold of his prick. It was shrunken into his belly, trying to get away from the cool water. "Ever fuck in a swimming pool?" Joan said.

She had one arm out to keep afloat, but the other was down in the water, her hand briskly massaging his cock. "Which end Is the deepest?"

'Down there, under the board," he said weakly, his cock rising rapidly inside her warm hand.

"Good. Let's go down there. We can hang onto the side, but I don't want to be able to touch bottom."

She let go of his cock and swam briskly, hooking an elbow over the edge wider the board. The young man followed quickly, paddled up and put his arm around her. They kissed hard. She found his cock again and went back to work. When it was good and stiff, she brought her legs up and wrapped them loosely around his hips, nudging between her open legs with his cock.

"Do you think you can get your prick in like this? All of a sudden she was hot for it. I want to fuck," Joan hissed.

He tried to guide his cock in, then she tried to guide it in, but it wouldn't go; the cool water kept the lips of her cunt pursed shut.

"We'll have to get out to get started," she said. "You sit on the edge and I'll straddle you. When your cock's in good and deep, we can slide back in the water."

The young man didn't argue. He had a hard-on and was ready to fuck. He quickly crawled out and sat with his legs dangling in the water. Joan hoisted herself out and straddled his lap. She lost her balance and almost pulled him back in, but he caught himself in time and pulled her down on his lap. She reached down and spread open her pussy.

"Get your cock in?" she cried.

He kept one hand behind her back and gripped his cock with the other. He fitted the hefty knob to the mouth of her cunt and she pressed down, the fat, hard prick spreading her hole open.

"Oh, Jesus, I like, I like!" she hissed as his cock mashed up inside.

She stretched one leg out beside him and then, the other, and curled them behind his bed. "Get your cock in good and deep, then you can get back the pool.

She wiggled on his lap, screwing his cock in with each movement. When it was in all the way, she sighed and sat hunching against his groin. It felt so good to fuck this way, with her leg locked behind his back, that she didn't care if they got back in the pool or not.

"Oh, honey, your cock feels so good in there," she moaned, rocking steadily on his lap.

"Hang on, here we go," he said, and pushed himself back into the pool.

The cool water enveloped them, sending shock waves trough their bodies. Joan's head went under, but he quickly pulled her back above the surface. She was gasping for air, but her legs were still locked behind his back, holding his cock in her cunt all the way.

"Goddamn, your twat's tight! The water must really shrink up your cunt-lips," he said. He held onto the edge with one hand and around her back with the other, using the buoyancy of the water to start a slow fuck-motion.