Victoria Parker - The youngest aunt

"God, you're good-lookin'," the man said.

Prissy smiled at him.

Bobby sat down on the toilet again. "Get on me, Prissy," he said.

She backed up to him and sat down, her back to him. His cock stuck up between her legs. She grasped the cockstalk and humped up. She screwed her ass down slowly and took Bobby's massive prick into her sucking pussy. She took half of the hard prick then began fucking on the cockstalk, sliding up and down and rolling her ass.

The older man moved in front of her. He spread his feet apart and humped down so his cock was at face level with Prissy. She knew what he wanted. She reached out, clapped her hand on his hard cock and brought the prickhead to her mouth. She kissed him on the pricktip.

Bobby humped up off the toilet and plunged his prick deep up into Prissy's hot pussy. She licked her lips over the older man's prick as she felt the surge of Bobby's huge hard-on slide upward into her cunt.

She sucked the man's prick into her mouth. It's such a long one, she thought, and she brought her hand up and squeezed the cockstalk as she sat on Bobby's prick.

"God, that looks good," the man huffed. "You're a real, hot, good-lookin' cock-sucker, sweetheart."

Prissy thrilled to his fuck poetry, and she sucked voraciously to reward him for his adoration. Her darling lips slid lewdly in and out on his hard prick.

Bobby thrust off the toilet, up-down, his ass banging on the black toilet seat, his cock fucking up into her cunt really thrilling her.

She was adorable, sitting on Bobby's cock, wiggling her tight ass, able to take all his monster cock now. And as she did so, she bobbed in and out on the older man's prick. She squeezed his cockstalk, the long cock, and sucked wildly now, and she felt his cock bulge in her hand, felt the prickhead bloat in her mouth, then he came.

A splash of hot cum flooded her mouth.

"Oooooogh!" she mumbled, sliding backward.

Her lips came off his prick, the spurting prickhead blasting gobs of cum that splattered all over her gorgeous face. She jacked wildly on his prick as he came.

Then Bobby came. He humped high and hard off the toilet seat, fucked his prick into her cunt and made Prissy come with the men.

She felt as though she were on a bucking horse, Bobby bouncing her, pumping her up and down, and she kept thumping the older man's spewing cock, watching the cream spurt from the cockhead, splash on her camisole, her neck, her cheek. A shower of hot jizz squirted from the big thin prick.

She pumped wildly on the cum-spurting cock and rocked up and down, back and forth bending Bobby's prick in her pussy as he came.

Prissy shook with delight, with pure pleasure there in the bathroom. Bobby had hold of her ponytail now, rocking her back and forth on his spitting prick by pulling her hair.

The older man stumbled backwards against the toilet door. He stood there huffing for breath, his big cock wilting. He put it away, looking longingly at Prissy.

"God, so good lookin'… so juicy," he said, and he unlocked the door and slipped away.

Prissy slumped on Bobby. "God, Bobby," she said, "I just sucked that man's dick. Did you know that?"

"Yeah," he said. "Now you're the one who's naughty, aren't you?"

"Am I?" she cooed. "You're the one got me in this toilet, Bobby Madison. You're the one who's always wantin' to get in my pants."

She lifted off his prick and turned around, then stood in front of Bobby. She put her hands on her hips. Her face dripped thick cum.

Bobby's cock was still hard, all creamy and gooey. He sat on the shiny, black toilet seat and looked up at his darling cousin.

"I wanna get in your panties all the time 'cause I love you, Prissy," he whispered, taking his prick in his hand and slowly jacking off.

Prissy started rolling her hips, pushing her pretty pussy out at Bobby. "Now I suppose you wanna jack yourself off to me, huh?" she teased.

"That's what you like – I'll bet you like men jackin' off to you all the time, don't you?"

"That's what you say," Prissy whispered, moving closer to Bobby.

He pumped on his prick and she watched intently, then got down on her knees so she could get closer to his thumping hand, his blurred jack-stroke.

"Go on, Bobby, let me see you beat off," she purred.

He pumped faster. "You like it, don't you – tell me."

"Yeah, I like you beatin' off. I like men beatin' off to me all the time. I wanna have 'em jerk off to me," Prissy babbled, her eyes wide in amazement as she watched Bobby stroke his hard, massive prick.

The cream had caked on his thumb and forefinger. Big bubbles of juice formed on his cockhead. His balls hung over the edge of the toilet seat.

Prissy tickled his balls. "Jerk yourself," she whispered. "God, that looks good, your hand beatin' like that, Bobby."

He humped off the toilet seat, and his body stiffened. He whacked wildly on his hard prick. It exploded. Gobs of cum flew from the bulging prickhead.

"God, that's naughty, Bobby… you're shootin', squirtin' jizz all over me."

Cum spurted from his cock and splattered onto Prissy's face. She moved in closer, her mouth inches from the spurting cum. Her lips were open wide. Cum jetted into her mouth, sprinkled her chin, her hair, her forehead.

She stuck her hand between her legs and fucked a finger in her pussy and came with Bobby.

"Jerk it, Bobby… faster… faster beat it like sixty," Prissy whispered lovingly.

It was the day before Bobby had to report back to duty at his base. Jill had okayed the kids' request that Bobby take them to the county fair that was closing at the fairgrounds.

Janet brought April and Ronnie over so they could go to the fair with Bobby, Darcy and Prissy.

The house was buzzing with activity as everyone readied for the fair. Janet and Jill had planned to go shopping and spend the day and evening out.

Prissy was still upstairs deciding what she wanted to wear. She noticed April had on the tightest pair of jeans. They looked like she'd got into them wet and let them dry on her body.

"The slut," Prissy whispered to herself as she looked in the mirror, posing, admiring her luscious body.

She finally decided on her Madonna outfit. She had purchased several combinations, and now she chose a white merry widow, garters, nylons, mid-high heels that were brilliant red. She slipped into a pair of glove-tight white panties.

Over this sexy attire she pulled on a short, tight dark-blue skirt, and a lovely pink sweater that buttoned up the middle, and she certainly buttoned it, because she didn't want her mom raising hell with her.

She appraised herself in the mirror. She was gorgeous. She realized she had a beautiful face, and now she was very aware of her ripening body as it bulged against the tight sweater, the tight skirt.

She left her room, and as she prepared to go down the stairs, she heard voices from Bobby's room. She tiptoed to the door, bent down and looked in the keyhole. Her Aunt Janet was pressed against Bobby.

"You gotta fuck me before you leave, Bobby," Prissy heard Janet say.

"I know… but I don't know where or when," Bobby said.

"Well, if we can't fuck once more, I'll fly to your Navy base to see you, okay?"

"Sure," Bobby said.

"Well, we better get to it, get downstairs before someone gets suspicious," Janet said, her hand sliding down. She grabbed his cock through his slacks, massaged the hard erection.

Prissy got up and went downstairs. Soon, Janet appeared, then flabby came down a few minutes later.

"You look rather tartish," Prissy's mother said.

"It's my Madonna outfit, Mother," Prissy said.

The kids got in Jill's station wagon and Bobby started the drive to the fair. Prissy managed to wiggle in and sit beside Bobby. Darcy and April sat in the back, Ronnie on the right front.