Jerry Milner - Vacation swap

"Yes! Yes, Auntie Jayne, yes!"

"Oh! Oh, here it comes, darling! Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself cumming with me?"

"Yes-s-s-s! Yes-s-s-s!" Barbara Jean wailed, breaking out in a fine film of girl sweat, doing her frantic best to keep up with her beautiful aunt.

"Then cum, darling, cum!" Jayne commanded, and her niece responded so thoroughly that Jayne lost control of herself.

Jayne's orgasm quickly soared to a peak, and then stayed there, sustained by the sight of her niece's first orgasm. Such an event was long overdue for a eighteen-year-old girl, and Jayne simply had to make the most of it. They were both cumming very nicely when Jayne threw Barbara Jean on her back on the bed and started vigorously cunt-fucking with her.

The big, black-haired cunt of Jayne Bowers squelched down on the diminutive but very active cunt of her niece, and Jayne took the lead in rubbing them hotly together. She had expertly twined her legs through those of her niece to bring their orgasming cunts into closest intimacy, and now as she fucked and humped and came with her niece, hot words blurted out of her mouth in her wild excitement.

"My God, you're a hot little bitch! Urrrrgh! Cum with me! Harder, dammit! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes, darling, that's right! Oh, shit, this's good! OH! We oughta be using a dildo! OH-H-HH! I'm cumming like crazy, and you haven't even sucked on my cunt yet! Oh! Heaven! I may never go back to Oregon! Oh! Oh, yes, darling, yes! More!"

Barbara Jean couldn't give any more, or take any more. The extent of her orgasm had been such that she fainted dead away, leaving Jayne by herself to eke out another climax by rubbing her squelching cunt on that of her lifeless niece.

It took Jayne several minutes to recover. She was immeasurably pleased with her niece's progress with sexual pleasures. Now she could look forward to two-fold pleasures for herself during the last week of her vacation. Although she liked a girl in bed now and then, she had never lived in the same house with one for any time. Barbara Jean, so sweet and innocent and willing to learn, would be an ideal companion for the next week, if Jim didn't get in their way too much. Jayne gave her sleeping niece a sponge bath, with a warm wash cloth, put a light cover over her, and went to her room to take a nap.

Howard Denton came puffing and panting up to the back of the Iron Door and knocked on it loudly, then looked surreptitiously around him to make sure his wife hadn't followed him. That was unlikely, since she'd seemed perfectly content to stay at Howard's sister's house with the dog, while Howard did his jogging. He was wearing the new jogging suit he'd bought in town, and it was darkly stained from his perspiration. It was also bulged out in the front because of the half hard condition of his cock, a condition he attributed more to Dottie than to his exercise program or his having given up smoking and drinking several days before. Now he could hardly wait to see the woman he had so hopelessly fallen in love with, and he knocked again at her door.

Dottie was almost as anxious to see Howard, but she took pains not to show it. She waited, just inside the door, until he had knocked three times, and then she put a very bored look on her face and opened it wide.

"Jesus Christ, just look at you!" Howard said. "Every time I see you, you turn me on a little bit more. Don't move, please don't move a muscle till I get down on my knees and eat your gorgeous cunt!" Howard said, frozen at the bottom of the steps.

Dottie looked down at herself with studied disinterest. She had spiked heels on her feet, and she was wearing a transparent black and red shortie nightie set which she'd purchased the afternoon before for her morning meeting with Howard. She had bathed and powdered and shaved herself, put on make-up, and set her hair that morning. In her hand she carried a long-handled plastic scrub brush, and with this she gestured at herself and said, "What, this nightie? It's just something I found in the back of one of my drawers. You caught me in bed. Come on in."

Howard tried to grab Dottie's tits, clearly to be seen though the sheer nightie, as he went though the doorway. She batted his hands away with the brush, saying, "I don't have time for that kind of crap! I've got work to do before I can open this place up for the day."

"Baby!" he said, and held his hands up as if praying. "Don't be mean to me. I'll do your work for you. Hell, that's what I'm here for, so you won't get your pretty hands all dirty! But don't you think I oughta get one little kiss before I begin?"

She sighed and said, "Y'know, you're sick. You're some kind of pervert. You're a sex degenerate. Is that all you ever think about, sex?"

"That's all I think about since I met you, pretty lady. I got a million dollar business back home, with twenty employees tryin' to call me at Jayne's house every day, and I'm such a no-good sex pervert I gotta run over here every day for a good morning kiss. Can I have it now? Pretty please?"

"Oh, I suppose," Dottie said, and placed one foot on top of a beer keg.

Howard immediately got down on his knees and started kissing her everywhere he could between her legs. He had his hands tightly locked behind his back. His kisses were filled with ardor and his jock strap was filled with hard cock. It wasn't a bad situation for Dottie. She'd had her fill of pushy men, but this one was anything but pushy. And he had lots of money, and he lived in a mansion back east. And he would die to please her, and she was starting to get used to the pleasures he brought her each morning and night.

"You're getting the crotch of my panties all wet with your stupid kisses!" she angrily said. He was also getting her cunt nice and wet.

"Pull it aside for me! Please, angel woman, please let me kiss you right on your angel cunt!"

"Honestly, Howard, you're impossible. Next thing you'll want to do is fuck me before you even get started helping me with my work," she said, with great exasperation, and pulled aside the crotchband of her panties.

Howard's tongue was up in her slit right away, slashing and lashing through flesh which completely infatuated him. He placed heavy, suctioning kisses all through her long, fleshy slit, kissed the fingers that stretched her crotchband aside, and went back to work on her cunt with his tongue. It wasn't a woman and it wasn't Jayne Bowers down there, but it was enough to thrill Dottie to the core. She didn't let on. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in Howard's New Jersey mansion, in bed between Howard and Jayne, with a cunning French maid to bring them a champagne breakfast and then take care of Howard while she and Jayne went sixty-nine with each other. She thought about Howard eating her asshole while Jayne fucked her with a dildo and that, and Howard's hot kisses, made her cum in the back room of her sleazy beer bar. Her nipples got stiff and the sweat broke out in her armpits, her cunt exploded in glorious fashion, and she scratched Howard's back with the stiff-bristled brush and said, "That's enough. I've got work to do."

"I'll do it all for you!" Howard said, when she'd succeeded in taking her beautifully tingling cunt from his face. "I know how you like it done now. You just sit back and take it easy and let me look at your gorgeous body while I work."

"I am sort of tired after the workout you gave me last night."

In his jubilance, he tried to kiss her. She shoved him away with the brush, saying, "Phew! You smell sweaty. Take off those things before you start to work. And make sure the door is locked."

Howard tore off his jogging suit and shoes and flexed his muscles for her. "I lost ten pounds this week!"

She poked at his cock, up hard and sticking halfway out of his jock, and said, "You haven't lost any weight there, big boy."