Donald Palermo - A piece of niece

Conchita squirmed hotly as he peeled the bottom of her bikini down her long, shapely legs, then those legs opened slowly and excitingly as she told him how hot her cunt felt and how much she wanted that lovely long cock inside to put out the fires.

She didn't object when he whispered that before he got his cock into her cunt, he wanted to suck and lick and make her box hotter and juicy, that he wanted to make her come with a tongue fucking her cunt.

Her voice broke as she told him how much she wanted it, urged him to hurry and then her legs were raised high as he kissed his way up a light-brown inner thigh until he scented the musky target. He brought a low wail of passion from her as he fitted his mouth to her cunt and began giving her a slow, sexy cunt-lapping, making her bare ass quiver as it squirmed on the cool grass.

The two of them shut out the whole world, even the bright stars as he ate her cunt and drove her out of her mind with ecstasy, then she was climaxing, crying out her broken songs of joy. Unable to wait longer, his cock aching with hunger, Pete began to move up over her naked body.

He saw her eyes open, then they went wide as though in terror.

"No!" she shrieked. "Not yet. Wait."

He knew she was aching for, the fuck just as he was and he couldn't understand the intensity in her tone, the look of almost terror in her eyes, but then, he couldn't see the man behind him, couldn't see the big club come down in a fast, fatal arc.

"You fool," Conchita hissed as she threw herself aside so that only a little of Pete's blood splashed onto her bare belly. "You stupid pig. You idiot." She bathed the big man with a torrent of curses which insisted that he had no balls, yet enjoyed sex with pigs, burros and other animals, and that, he should perform the ultimate Latin perversion of fucking his mother.

While she cursed her co-workers, Conchita picked up Pete's trunks and wiped the blood off her belly and left thigh. What a tragic waste, she thought as she felt the hunger in her cunt, the hunger that could have been well fed by the longest, most beautiful cock she had ever seen. But it was useless to think of it. The Americano's head was smashed beyond recognition. He would never fuck again, would never breathe again. He had played the same game she played, but she had won and he had lost and paid the standard price.

Still, there was hatred in her eyes as she watched the other man join the one who had crushed Pete's skull. Pigs, she thought as she stepped into her bikini bottom to hide her crotch from them. They were just insensitive fools who would never be able to understand that Pete had been a very worthy opponent. He had played the game well but had been crossed up by someone he had trusted. Before having to pay the price, he had been entitled to that one final fuck, and she would have made it so beautiful for him. What a pity, she thought as she fitted her firm tits into the bra and watched Pete's body being carried to the edge of the cliff.

They laughed, obviously enjoying their work as they threw him well clear of the cliff. After that, there was only silence. A body doesn't make that much noise when it hits rocks, seven hundred feet below.

It had been four days since Judith's frightening experience. Estelle was still trying to tell her it was a bad dream and nothing more, but to Judith, it had been a message from beyond the grave. In her subconscious mind, she was sure Pete was dead, but she wouldn't find peace of mind, she knew, until she had confirmation.

At work, it wasn't so bad. There were things to do, people to talk and laugh with and, when her mood slipped to the point where she couldn't cope, her boss was always more than pleased to take her to his office for, a session of cock and tongue therapy.

Sunday was a bad day because the restaurant was closed and Judith was at loose ends. Estelle had seen that coming and had planned for it with an afternoon and evening party. Others might have called it an orgy, but among Estelle's circle of friends it was just a party.

Marion and Dane were invited, as were a few other couples Judith had met, socially and sexually. And there were others. There was San, a beautiful Korean woman in her early twenties. San had the face of an angel and the body of a well fleshed whore. She was quiet and gentle, almost shy, until she got her clothes off and then she became wild.

And there was Little John, a black singer. He was little, standing about five-five, but he had a rich deep voice, constantly laughing eyes and – the real reason for his name – he sported a cock which rose to a majestic twelve inches when aroused, which seemed to be all the time.

Little John brought along his favorite playmate, a buxom blonde who wore a baby face atop a well-padded frame of six-foot-two. Among her other attributes were a bust measurement of forty-four-DD and a gorgeous ass that measured forty-four and was as firm as a pair of pumpkins. Between tits and ass, her waist managed to measure a stunning twenty-four inches. In the nude, she looked unreal, but beautifully unreal, but beautifully unreal, as unreal as the name she went by, Baby.

Everybody at the party knew about Judith's problem. They were also all friends of Pete's and were pleased to do whatever they could to help his special girl over the bumps. All knew, at least vaguely, that he was involved in the kind of work one didn't talk about and if his job had killed him, none were surprised, though all were sad. Until they got confirmation, the best they could do was try to get Judith turned on, to make her forget for the time being.

The whole group arrived within five minutes of the appointed noon starting time. Bloody Mary's were at the ready and there were screwdrivers and other drinks for those who didn't care to mix vegetables with booze. Judith sensed that the whole thing had been done for her benefit, so she tried to get into the spirit of the thing but just couldn't. There was one person missing, and she couldn't get him off her mind.

But Judith felt hope tat she would get out of that mood, especially each time she looked at Baby and felt a twinge of arousal at the thought of how the woman would look in the nude. Estelle had told her that Baby liked to swing in every way, and Judith kept telling herself that she had to crawl, up out of the dumps and have a romp with Baby. Instinct told her it would be a romp she would hot forget for a long time.

Little John had brought his guitar and was singing a variety of country and folk songs over the buzz of conversation. He was leaning against the bar and didn't miss a note when Marion crouched beside him, opened his fly and took his cock out.

At the sight of his prick, Judith felt something warm up, something inside the crotch of her panties and she knew it wasn't going to take her long to get into the mood of the party. Even though his cock was soft, it was such a beauty that she wanted to play with it and make it hard.

But Marion was doing that for her and the big black banger kept growing while Little John sang about careless love. His skin was dark, almost black, but the skin of his cock was luminous black and as it kept rising under the delicate ministrations of Marion's gentle hands, it became more and more magnificent. Staring, Judith felt an overpowering urge to get his dong into her mouth and suck, to try to take it all in, even if it choked her.

"He's mine, you know," Baby whispered as she came to Judith and slipped an arm around her waist, "but I don't mind sharing. Especially with somebody beautiful like you. I hear you really know how to swing."

"Yes. I like it all," Judith told her. "If only I can get myself turned on, I'd love to have a crack at that cock. I'd like to see more of you, too. You have to have the most sensational figure I've ever seen."