John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

"You damn right… and if you keep on like that, you're gonna have a mouthful."

"Will it make me sick or anything?"

"Naw… you've had it before, remember," Nat breathed, petting the sides of her head. Janey licked her lips and eased them down over his glossy crown again. The surface was feverish inside her mouth. It was glossy and smooth too. So smooth. She nursed it more gently now, rolling her tongue in slow circles against the blood-hot surface. It was that tip that seemed the most sensitive. When she sucked on it alone, Nat twisted and writhed on the bed. He really liked for her to flutter her tongue around the dark blue mushroomed edge. It was like a barb. A fleshy barb. And now it was suddenly pulsing… throbbing huge with each beat of her uncle's heart. But it was another rhythm she felt.

Above her fingers, above Nat's balls there was a pounding like another heart. She dug her nails into the swollen lump and made deep trough of her tongue. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pushed the trough back and forth over his cocktip, while her fingers massaged that other heart.

"Mhhuuuuhh… Janey… ohhhhh, suck me baby… suck me slow!"

Just her lips suckled around his bulging glans now, her tongue flicking him every so often. The first steamy spray of seed shot in her throat. She gulped it down without tasting it. But the second surge of cum frothed out thickly, sliding down into the hollow she made with her tongue. She let the stringy, slick stuff coat her teeth as she smacked it and sucked for more. It tasted just fine. She wanted more…

Nat was trying to lift his ass from the bed. He was trying to fuck himself deeper into her mouth. But Janey felt like teasing him. She let his lobes rest on her bottom lip as she gently nursed the creamy curds from his tip with her tongue. Then she suddenly plunged herself down on him, taking his glans to the back of her throat. Nat bubbled like a madman, but nothing more came out. Jane pulled her lips away just as another jet came.

"God… more?" She hadn't expected him to keep coming, but the stuff was spurting like an erupting volcano. She tried to grab his shaft with both hands to get her mouth on him again, but he was so slick with cum and spit that she had to lick the bubbling stuff from his tip. Finally she had him between her teeth again, nibbling and sucking and rolling her tongue furiously against the underside of his shaft.

Now Janey felt the trembling urge to have her body filled. She jacked the skin of Nat's cock, disturbed that her caresses seemed to be having no effect.

"It's getting soft again," she whined. "What's happening?"

"You gotta give me a little break, Janey honey," Nat said, trying to pull her hands away from his meat. "I'll be good as new in a little while."

"I don't want to wait a little while," she cried, straddling his wilting prick, trying to force the soft head up between her smoldering lips.

"Baby… it just ain't gonna work…"

She stepped away horn the bed, glaring at the limp cock that still oozed cream onto her uncle's thigh. Then she grabbed her robe and flung it around her shoulders. There had to be someone around who could take care of a girl in need. She pounded downstairs. Her eyes flashed as she went through the front room. For no special reason that she could think of, she kicked a chair over. It felt good.

There were noises coming from the back of the house. Water running, Jane staggered down the hall. The Brandy had her reeling. She felt like Wonder Woman. Her cunt had swollen up while she'd sucked Nat and now it dripped juice down the insides of her thighs as she hurried to find out what the sound was. Maybe Roger was around. Maybe she could find Roger.

"My brother," she laughed, really feeling the alcohol now. "I'd fuck my brother any old time." The words did something inside her head but she wasn't sure just what. All she could remember was the way Roger had loved her. Why had she gotten so mad? She'd freaked out, that's what. But now she wanted to find him, to tell him how much she loved him. Oh why couldn't she think straight anymore?

She bumped against the door of the bedroom, pushed it open. The bathroom door was closed but she could hear the shower going. It was Roger's room. It had to be him in there. She turned the knob quietly and eased the door open a crack. Jitney felt her heart lurch as the steam rolled out past her face. Maybe she was sleeping, dreaming again. But no! This was real. It was so real that her hands slipped under her robe to pry apart her swollen, tingling pussy.

Teresa was sobbing softly as the water beat down around her shoulders and back. She was on her knees in front of the big man named Hank. And as she scrubbed his heavy cock, she knew it was steadily getting hard again. When it was hard she had no doubts what he meant to do with her.

"Get my balls too… make it nice and clean," he growled, rubbing a rough hand against her face. Terry squirmed her hips. It felt weird to have all that stringy jizz leaking out of her ass. And what was just as weird, she'd almost had a climax herself when Hank had stiffened and spurted her guts full of seed.

"Why so clean?" she murmured, almost afraid to say anything. At least he'd taken the gag out of her mouth. After he'd threatened to break her neck if she screamed.

"That's for you, little angel," Hank said, grabbing her hair. "For when I shove that son of a bitch down your throat." Hank smiled. "I could slide it up between your legs. That'd be just as good."

"Noooo," she whispered. "No, I'd be split down the middle. I'm too small."

"I'll make a woman out of you," he laughed.

"No!" she cried, rubbing the thick lather around the head of his cock with frantic movements. "I'll suck you… I'll do it. Just don't make me… screw you."

"And if Nat comes poking around, you damned well better tell him you're still busy in here," Hank warned. "Course he probably won't come poking wound. Last I saw he was upstairs getting the best head I just about ever saw…"

"You saw Nat?"

"Yep. But there might not be much left of him when your sister gets through eating…" Teresa shivered. Janey? It was hard to imagine her doing anything remotely connected with sex. But she was acting so weird lately.

The bathroom door slammed shut. Hank pushed Terry away and in one step was grabbing the doorknob.

"Who in hell was that?" he bellowed, jerking it open. "Somebody's been lookin' at us…" Teresa stumbled to her feet, the spray washing the soap and cum down her body. She grabbed a towel just as someone screamed in the next room. It was Janey! The scream came… but no, it wasn't really a scream this time. And now it was more like whimpering moans of excitement.

Terry wrapped the towel around her body and pushed the door open. The bed sagged under the weight of the two people who thrashed among the sheets. Teresa could see her older sister's long fingers digging at Hank's back. Her head was thrown back and her eyes wild. Her bottom lip trembled as the huge man guided his swollen cock up against the dark thatch of her pussy. Then the muff divided to expose the glistening slick membrane of her slit. Immediately, Hank's cock was bathed with the oily juice and Terry heard a slick sound as his glans spread Janey's petals. The big man lunged and her sister quivered as if someone had run a pole through her. She made a gurgling sound deep in her throat as her hips plunged up and down. It was then that Terry realized she couldn't see Hank's cockhead anymore. It was already deep in the beat of Jane's twitching cunt and sliding deeper by the second.

"You animal!" Janey gasped, clawing at Hank, "Just fuck me you big animal!"

"God," Hank grunted, working his powerful body.

"I can… t-t-take everything you have," whimpered Janey, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Teresa hurried to the bedroom door, slipped put and closed it behind her. She hears someone coming down the front stairs. Nat. If he knew that Hank was in the house fucking anybody he could catch, there would surely be a murder.