Donald Palermo: The incest twins

Knowing that there was nothing she could do, Jenny stopped cursing him and decided to submit. Angered that she refused to plead or cry, Cyril looked at her lovely arched ass and considered using a leather belt to bring tears, but he decided against it. She was going to be angry enough as it was and so, probably, would John.

Guiding the head of his cock to her asshole, Cyril teased her for a few seconds, then pushed, and slowly forced the swollen head into her shit chute. He left it there for a few seconds, and then began working it into her with slow jabs, panting as he worked the full length of his cock up her ass. Then it was all in and he was pressed against her ass. Only then did he realize he was beyond control, and all he could do was press tightly against her as his jism blasted up her ass and he drained his balls.

"All right, you bastard, you got what you wanted, now get your fucking prick out of my ass."

Suddenly, all the pleasure was gone, and he felt guilt and shame as he withdrew his cock and prepared to untie her. Worst of all, he thought, he had just managed to get his cock into her and hadn't managed even one stroke of fucking.

Jenny was still angry with her uncle when the others returned, and she told them what had happened. Ashamed, Cyril left the room, wishing it were possible to undo what he had done, aware that he had spoiled the warm friendship of more than seven years with just one act which he hadn't really enjoyed.

"He shouldn't have done it, dear," Greta told her, "and I can see he's sorry now that he did, but please try to understand and forgive him."

"It isn't going to be easy. It wasn't just an impulsive act, he had the whole thing planned, even getting you and John off the scene."

"I know, dear, but try to see it his way. You have such a lovely ass. For years he's watched it develop and hungered to fuck it. Now you announce that you're leaving. Time was running out for him. If he didn't get up your asshole soon, it would be too late. I suppose he just lost control of himself. One thing I know is that he's terribly ashamed of himself now that it's over. I could see that on his face. What must make his guilt even harder to bear is the fact that he loves you."

"You've got me all mixed up, Greta. It was easier when I was just angry with him. Now I don't know what to say or think. You almost make me feel sorry for him."

"You don't need to, dear. What he did was wrong. If you could just forgive him, that would be enough."

"All right, Greta. After all, he has been very good to John and me. Besides, my ass doesn't feel so bad now. That makes it easier to be forgiving."

"Did it hurt?" Greta asked.

"I guess it wasn't really pain, but his cock is so big and it stretched me so. I thought he would tear me."

"Didn't he grease your asshole before he slipped it to you, Jenny?"

"Yes, and I guess that helped."

"It surely did. Without lubricant, it would have hurt you a lot, but when a woman is greased for it, it shouldn't hurt at all. In fact, I enjoy taking it up the ass once in a while, just for a change."

"I don't think I'm ever going to like it. It just didn't do anything for me, nothing pleasant anyway," Jenny added.

At lunch, with the others present, Cyril apologized to Jenny again and, accepting the apology, she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth.

"Thank you, darling," he said with feeling, "That was so nice. May I apologize to your ass as well?"

When she laughingly agreed, he took her panties down while she held her skirt up, then he had her bend from the waist. Kneeling behind her, he held her hips as he pressed his face between her ass cheeks. For a long time, he remained there, kissing and licking her asshole.

Over lunch, they chatted about Jenny's plans to live with the aunt and seduce her two sons.

"The boys will be easy," Jenny assured them. "One look at me with my dress off and they'll be panting for what I have to offer."

"I can believe that," Cyril told her. "What really jolts me is how easy Eva was, especially if she's telling the truth about never having made out with a woman before."

"It surprised me too," Jenny said. "We were talking, I began getting horny, then I saw something in her eyes."

"Weren't you afraid of making a mistake?" Greta asked.

"Not a bit. I knew I was right and that was that. I thought she'd freak out when I really got her turned on. All the time I was eating her, she had to keep chewing on the heel of her hand to keep from shrieking."

"Well, if you achieve your goal, she'll be able to shriek all she wants," Greta observed with a grin.

"That's one of the things I'm going to tell her. God, I can't wait to watch two little boys fucking their own mother!"

"I don't blame you. Are you going to teach them to suck the cunt through which they came into the world?" Greta asked, her thighs rubbing together in passion.

"Naturally, I'll teach them to do it to me even before I let them fuck me, then they'll go down on their mother and I'll be so horny I'll probably piss my pants."

"Speaking of horny," Greta told her, "that's where I'm at right now, and I'm getting hotter by the second."

"I think we're all in the mood for fun and games," Cyril said, and pushed his chair back from the table to get up. When he did, they all saw the bulge of a very strong hard-on, but just in case they didn't, he took his cock out and waved it at them.

As though it were a signal, Greta and Jenny began undressing, and didn't stop until only their garter belts and nylons remained. As though to show her uncle tat she was completely over her anger at him, Jenny went to him, and he took her in his arms and played with her ass while they kissed, and his prick throbbed against her smooth belly. He held her after the kiss, then noticed two sausages on a plate on the table and had an idea.

"I see there are a couple of sausages left, John," he said. "Would you care to eat one?"

"Are you kidding? What I want to eat now is that hot cunt between Greta's thighs."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to eat both of them myself. Come on, girls, bend over with your hands on the table and your feet wide apart," Cyril said as he picked up one at the sausages and wiped it with his napkin.

"What's this all about?" Jenny asked as she and Greta complied.

"What it's about is that sausages are fine as they are, but they can be so much tastier when they've been marinated in a warm, juicy cunt."

"Ooh God," Jenny said, and trembled as she watched him squat beside Greta and carefully work a sausage up her cunt.

After he had wiped the other sausage, he went to Jenny and really made her tremble as he slowly worked the sausage into her pussy, being careful not to break it.

"Actually, wieners are much better for this," Cyril told them as he buried the sausage, then patted Jenny's pussy, causing her to tingle all over. "Now then," he went on, "both of you put your panties on and we'll go out in the sun and get nice and hot. A little touch of sweat will add tang to the flavor of cunt juice."

They poured drinks and then went out to the grass beside the creek, choosing a sunny area, then Cyril had Jenny open her crotch, and he began stroking the warm nylon covering her cunt. It struck John as being the thing to do, and he found Greta in complete agreement as she opened her legs for him and he felt that her crotch was very warm.

Later, when Cyril noticed that Jenny's skin was getting too pink, they went back into the house, to the master bedroom where the women told them that their panties were not only hot, but wet.

"Don't you think those sausages are marinated now?" Greta asked.

"A few minutes more," he replied. "I want just the right flavor."

"Are you going to let me change my mind and eat one?" John asked eagerly.