Jerry Milner - Vacation swap

Jayne kept rubbing her cunt and eating Barbara Jean's and cumming and cumming in almost a steady stream. But now she quit her steaming hot cunt and reached up with a slippery wet hand to delve and probe for Jim's tight asshole. She couldn't even see that orifice between his quivering tight buns. Neither could he as he looked back over his shoulder. But Jayne delved and probed on till the tip of her finger found least resistance, and then inserted the whole of her finger and began slowly butt-fucking her hotly shivering nephew.

He could stand it for only a very short time. Then he was down from the couch and at her, trying to kiss her and hug her and feel her tits and finger-fuck her and eat her and fuck her, all at the same time. Barbara Jean looked at them, too dazed and dazzled to move, but looking sadly alone now that Jim's cock had been taken from her mouth and Jayne's mouth taken from her cunt.

Jayne had to calm Jim down just a little. Kissing and hugging him, laughing and petting him sweetly, she said, "Darling, don't try to do it all at once. Just relax. We're not going anywhere. Relax and have a good time. Okay?"

Still panting, wide-eyed, Jim nodded and said, "Sure! Okay! I'm relaxed! I'm okay!"

"Of course you are," said his aunt, and gave him a good long kiss, fully tasting the flavor of Barbara Jean's cunt on his mouth. Then she petted his head, licked around the corners of his mouth, and easily guided his head down between her legs to where he could get a good long taste of her cunt.

"Ah-h-h. Oh, that's fine, honey. Do me real good," she said.

He started out at her side, with his head almost upside down between her legs, his hot tongue flashing, his eager lips sucking. Jayne stroked his head and caressed her tits and enjoyed, enjoyed, enjoyed.

Up on the couch, Barbara Jean was sitting up, watching longingly, squirming her thighs together and rubbing her legs. "I haven't forgotten you," said her aunt, and smoothly changed Jim's position, so smoothly that his tongue never left her cunt as she moved about till he was crouched down between her upraised knees. He still kept on sucking her cunt, perhaps even more avidly now that he had such excellent access to it, while Jayne leaned back on her hands and let her orgasms flow into one.

"Oh! Yes! Darling!" she cried, lifting her ass off the carpet till he had both her cheeks in his hands, still sucking, still making her cum.

"Yes, Jim! Alittle more! All for me!" she exclaimed, as her orgasm peaked and she clung to that orgasm, grimacing, tossing her head, tilting her hips up for more of his mouth while her entire body quivered and shook with her joys.

Barbara Jean pounced on her then. She came off the couch in a rush and kissed her hotly, extending the peak of her aunt's drawn out orgasm, then going for her tits. She bit them and squeezed them and kissed them and mauled them, sending Jayne into new raptures, driven still farther into ecstasy by Jim's hot gaze looking up past her cunt hair at his sister's hands and mouth on his aunt's lovely body.

Jayne fell back on the floor, grabbed her niece and yanked her on top of her face. Barbara Jean moved right along with Jayne's hands, then settled down with her cunt on her aunt's upturned face, writhing her lithe body, smiling and fondling her fine tits.

"EEK! OH!" Barbara Jean screamed as her Aunt Jayne suddenly sucked on her clit just as hard as she could. The girl had never been so quickly catapulted into an orgasm.

Then right at the peak of Barbara Jean's sudden pleasure, Jayne rudely threw her off her chest and onto the floor. The girl was still cumming, almost pathetically now, quite alone, and desperately clutching her cunt. Her solitude didn't last long. Jayne yanked Jim's head from between her legs and thrust him in Barbara Jean's direction, for Jayne was starving for cock, any cock, but most of all cock that was hard and close to cumming.

"Oh! Oh, that's just super, Jim! Oooo! I didn't think guys could kiss cunts as good as girls! OH! OH-H-H, JIM!" Barbara Jean ecstatically wailed, until her aunt shut her up by turning about and holding the red-haired lips of her cunt open wide.

The three had a daisy chain going then. Sister and brother and aunt and nephew and niece were all sucking each other off. Jim's cock was delicious to Jayne. She wanted to suck in his balls, as well, though his bone-hard, red-hot cock filled her mouth with its goodness, while down below, his sister's hot little mouth was showing a passion it never had before. Of course Barbara Jean was half out of her mind with her joys, as was Jim, for neither of them had known the wild pleasures of thee-way sex before. Jayne had, but never with two teens as willing and able as these, hand-trained by herself, and as close to her as they could ever be.

Their orgasms traveled about in a circle. Their bodies, united mouth to loin and lain to mouth, acted as a superconductor for sex, purest pleasure racing about till all three felt raised up off the floor in a dizzying spiral that surely would take them to heaven.

When Jim came in Jayne's mouth, Jayne was sure that Barbara Jean could taste it as well as she could. Her niece seemed to confirm this through each of her kisses. Jim certainly felt himself cuming, and transferred much of his pleasures directly to Barbara Jean's cunt. Thus it was that the daisy chain remained unbroken till at last all three fell back sighing.

It was Jayne who first raised her head. "My goodness," she said. "I got a bit carried away. How perfectly delightful! But I hope I didn't tire you two dears out. Here I am, supposed to be taking care of you, and there you are, just exhausted and flat on the floor."

Jim and Barbara Jean both jumped up together, and each of them grabbed one of their aunt's hands and dragged her to her feet.

"Let's all go in my bedroom and have some more fun!" said Barbara Jean.

"Let's go in mine," said Jim, "it's closer."

Marge Denton wept all the way home from the airport. "I still can't believe it," she said. "All those years, and he leaves me for another woman."

"Don't cry," said Jayne. "You might be better off. Howard has his good points, but he certainly has his bad ones as well. I guess I feel a little guilty that he's my brother."

"Please don't. It's all my fault. I just wasn't good enough for him. I'm not good enough for anyone. Jayne, you're some kind of a saint to have picked me up at the airport. I was almost afraid to call you when I got in."

"I'm certainly glad you did," said Jayne, and indeed she was, for she and her niece and nephew had been having a most interesting and frolicsome game of Nude Man's Bluff when the telephone rang. Jayne had brushed out her hair and smeared on some make-up, had thrown a dress on over her naked body and rushed to meet her weeping sister-in-law. The teens had just as hurriedly started to clean up the house. Jayne certainly hoped they'd kept at it, and hadn't tempted each other into bed when she was gone. Jayne didn't feel at all guilty about the fun they'd had together while she was on her New Jersey vacation. She felt sorry for Marge, however, not because of her break-up with Howard, for Howard wasn't all that good a man, and Jayne knew at first-hand how well a woman can do by herself. She felt sorry for Marge because Marge now looked so old, so tired, and so frumpy in the long-sleeved and long-skirted dress she had on, the raincoat, the unattractive shoes. Clearly, Marge had some adjustments to make as a newly single woman.

"You know," said Jayne, "I think I'll stay here for a few weeks more. You'll need some help with the carnations. And since Howard's got himself hooked up with a local woman back home, he'll be around to look after my roses. By the way, what's her name?"

"I don't know. I think her name is Dottie. I know she owns a nightclub there. Oh-h-h, what will the children say? Oh-h-h-h, Jayne, it's so good of you to stay on here."