Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"Look," Natalie's voice spoke softly, and she clamped her fingers around his hard erect prick. "She's really going crazy. God, Tom, I'd love to have two men come on me that way!"

It was true about the woman, and Tom laughed, but uneasily. The girl's face on the couch was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovaling lips clasping and unclasping over his long blood-thick pole. The man grunted, his eyes flickering smokily to her tender lips, then burned down the redheaded woman's erotically writhing body to his companion who continued the ravishment of her loins.

Natalie Rouelle's hands moved with greater insistence over her father-in-law's erect blood-swollen cock, unzipping his fly so that she could feel it through his cotton shorts.

"God, you feel big, big boy!" she whispered with a chuckle and pulled her dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of their underwear prevented complete access to each other. "Later, I want you to put it in my mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my demanding cunt at the same time just like that one's licking her!" Tom gasped and pulled open Natalie's robe-like dress so that her tits faced him in the dim light like two ripe gently uplifting cantaloupes. He leaned down and sucked one, dimly aware that there were others in the room who might be watching. But a quick look around the room assured him that they were as involved in gratifying their own lewd desires as were the trio on the couch, and hell, he thought, if they saw him, it just added a little more spice to the whole thing. He was quite sure that each woman he saw around was kissing some man not her husband. He saw a woman from time to time that later on he thought he might get to. Natalie had mentioned something about two guys, and the thought of two women, one that he could fingerfuck or suck while he fucked his cock hotly into another defenseless grasping cunt sent his mind into a crazy tailspin.

The three on the couch in front of him were now building toward simultaneous orgasm. The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly writhing crotch had now rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long impaling lewd hardness into the hot recesses of her silky, thirsty cunt, while the crouched man writhed and strained beside her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth that needed no guidance up and down over the end of his smoothly fucking prick as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust.

Tom felt his own heavily pulsing prick leap up into his daughter-in-law's hand in an obscene sympathetic response. She squeezed gently through his underwear, scraping her fingers over the underside of his blood-engorged cock where the pleasure sensation was the strongest. In turn, he wriggled two fingers beneath the tight elastic band of her panties and quickly searched out the warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris, swishing his fingers around it until he brought out a low feline groan from her chest. Natalie jerked back a halfstep, her eyes gaping toward the couch, and he turned to see the man with the enormous blood-filled cock lurch convulsively in his pelvis, his mouth opening wide in an uncontrolled groan of climax as his lewd sperm erupted in the warm interior of the redheaded girl's warmly sucking mouth.

Meanwhile, the man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands around the girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting hands, his face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing groin. The woman choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, the double impalement driving her to electrically charged gurglings of ecstasy. She was a depraved picture of insane animal lust. Her head sucked hungrily up the huge disengorging cock and her long red hair splayed out in abandon across her round quivering tits as the man skewering into her cunt met her orgasm with a crushing jerk of his asscheeks, exploding into her moistly clasping pussy with a loud slap of his balls against the open crack between her legs.

Then Tom found himself being guided through near darkness by Natalie's hand on his arm. The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the corridor while she led him toward the back rooms of the apartment. His mind was a blur of confused thoughts. Yes, he wanted to fuck Natalie again, just like that woman had been screwed a few minutes earlier on the coach, yet he sensed something almost cold and demanding in the insistent way she was pulling at him.

They stopped in front of a door and she produced a key.

"I wanted to be sure we had a place," she told him, "so I locked our bedroom."

Tom looked down at the blond girl, her face appearing innocent in the erratic light coming from the living room. His lovely little daughter-in-law nudged her soft plaint body closer to him, easing her small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts. Her searching grasp found the erect throbbing head of his blood-inflated cock immediately, and she squeezed his warmly pulsing hardness, jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips brushingly across hers, and he fucked his tongue with an animal assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth. "Come on," she spoke softly as the door opened.

"You're an anxious little thing," Tom breathed into her ear. "What's your hurry? Are you afraid that Kevin will come home early and catch us?"

"Hah!" she laughed. "Don't be ridiculous," she quipped and turned into the room. Exactly what was ridiculous about the possibility of Kevin's catching them, he couldn't imagine, but Tom had begun to put two and two together. He doubted very much that Kevin or Natalie cared about the other's transgressions. Natalie very likely knew that Kevin was shacked up with another woman at this very moment. She probably even knew who she was! Maybe Kevin knew who Natalie was going to fuck! But that was the style nowadays, and it had always been Tom's style when he could find anyone with whom to indulge. He was glad to think Kevin hadn't been completely spoiled by his mother.

Natalie walked into the room ahead of him, closing the door before flicking on a light. She turned the key in the lock again and then sat on the bed. Pointing to a bottle on the dresser, she asked Tom if he would like some sherry. They had been drinking old fashions all night.

Tom poured them each a glass of cream sherry before he ever saw that a huge mirror had been put up on the wall next to the bed. As he approached his pretty little daughterin-law, she watched for a moment, and then in a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, she opened her robe-like dress, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body. He swallowed hard, handing her one of the glasses, and he sat down at the edge of the bed beside her.

"Aaawww, take your pants off," she purred and slid over closer to him. "I want to suck on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."

Natalie placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Tom stood up, permitting her to work his slacks down his asscheeks to his knees. He did the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the floor. As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic hair of his groin; then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their smoothly curving calves dangled across his knees. Clasping his body this way from behind, she began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of his asscheeks and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth tanned skin of his lower back.