Chapter 2

Nine o'clock at night and Martin Reinhard was floating in a blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming. His long, lean, well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath. His mind was immersed in lustful thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Anne Roxbury.

How they had fucked! After he'd tit-fucked the girl to climax and come off in her mouth, she had sucked his mighty prick hard as he went down on her, lashing her pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue. Then he had rolled over on his back and fucked the girl till she screamed with sheer ecstasy. The sight of her short skirt riding up her thighs, bright red against the paleness of her otherwise naked body, turned him on immensely -- even hours and hours after the fact.

His cock was stirring into lustful life again. His eyes closed languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface of the water. It was already the consistency of bread pudding, and as he lazily began jacking it off, its tip poked up above the water and the cock acquired the hardness of tempered steel.

God, was he ever horny again! It was too bad Anne had to be home by five-thirty to avoid arousing the suspicions of her parents. If she had, she could have aroused something other than suspicion in her randy boyfriend! Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her time and time again! He had a lot more sexual vitality than most men and he knew it.

Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be squirting his come into open air or bath water. And what a waste that was!

Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over his face and the straining tip of his prick. It took him a minute to realize that someone had eased open the bathroom door, and closed it just as quietly.

He opened his eyes to narrow slits. Then they went wide as his eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline.

His aunt was standing there by the tub, looking down at him with a strange light in her amber eyes. And she was wearing even less than his girlfriend had been when he'd balled her that afternoon.

He started to sit up. "Wha-?" he began. Jacqui stepped brazenly into the tub and thrust her hips forward.

Martin's words were cut off by a damp, crisp, tasty mat of cunt fur pressed over his mouth. The forested bulge of his aunt's pussy mound filled his mouth with softness and delicious flavor -- the flavor of aroused cunt!

"Mmmmm-ff!" he said, and he began gnawing on Jacqui's cunt bun. She moaned happily and lifted her other foot into the tub, to stand naked and spread-legged before his surprised but happily cunt-eating nephew.

Sitting up, Martin reached behind the woman and cupped his hands over her ass. How firm and sweet those buttcheeks were! He squeezed them, savoring the feel of them. He pulled the furry pussy harder against his gobbling face.

A trickle of something warm ran down his chin. Jacqui groaned and cocked her hips. The greasy slit of her cunt slid right up over her nephew's greedy lips. Then her pussy spread wide to kiss the youth full on the mouth -- a rank, juicy, sloppy cunt-kiss that made his cock throb violently with painful, urgent need.

"Mmmmm!" he said again, more emphatically than before. He kissed those gaping pussy lips with a wet smack that made his aunt shudder with delight. Then he slid his tongue into the brimming mess of her cunt.

"Oh my!" she gasped. She was really and truly startled by his tongue entering her pussy. Not that she was surprised by Martin's doing so -- under the circumstances, running his tongue lovingly into his aunt's dripping slit was rather to be expected -- but by how utterly good it felt! She cradled his head in her hands and began rubbing her pussy into his face.

The youth's tongue was sweet music to her cunt. First it ran up and down the slot of her cunt a few times, sucking up mouthfuls of sweet, freely flowing pussy oils. Then it eased out of her cunt and began scouring the pussy lips from the outside, licking and lapping, running between the sensitive inner cunt lips and the thick flesh-rolls of her outer pussy lips.

"That's nice -- very nice," Jacqui murmured. It felt as if a hand was closed over her heart. Why had she waited so long? For months she had been living in the same house with this gorgeous stud. Why had she hesitated so long before finding relief for her overpowering sexual need?

But this was incest, a part of her protested. This was evil, unnatural, wrong. Her own nephew! The idea that she would be standing in a bathtub full of hot water while her nephew noisily devouring her greedy cunt would once have shocked her.

But now she didn't care. Sampling again the incredible delight of having her pussy eagerly and expertly lapped, she knew she would do anything to keep getting the delightful attention her pussy required. It was betrayal of her sister, she knew. And if her affair with Martin were ever found out, it would be the end of her job at the library as well.

Martin pulled his head back from the dripping cunt. He stuck his tongue out deliberately and touched its tip to the scalloped inner cuntlips. They tasted hot and oily. He began to push the tongue between his aunt's pussy lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. "Oooooh," she husked, from the back of her throat. "What are they teaching you kids in school these days?"

Martin didn't answer. He just kept running his tongue into her slack-lipped cunt. Seething liquid from Jacqui's pussy filled his mouth and lathered his tongue. He felt the elastic walls of her cunt molding around his intruding tongue, trying to draw it deeper into the depths of her needy twat.

Hard, even teeth crushed Jacqui's pussy lips. Deeper and deeper probed the young man's tongue. Then it stopped. Jacqui rolled her hips around that teasingly cock-imitating shaft of tongue. Her pussy muscles so long unused, came to life to grasp it in a slippery sleeve of cunt.

Martin moaned as his aunt's pussy took hold of his tongue. Damn, she had good muscle control! What would that educated pussy feel like wrapped around his throbbing, rampant cock?

He intended to find out. But first he was going to make his hot aunt come!

He started fucking his tongue furiously in and out of Jacqui's lathering pussy. Aromatic essence of cunt filled his mouth. Shuddering moans of delight filled his ears.

Jacqui's pussy was alive with pleasure, and her whole body seemed to prickle with hot white points of joy. "Oh, it's good," she cried. Her head was thrown back and her bobbed auburn hair spilled down her back. Her throat was a graceful white arch. "I'd forgotten how -- ooooh! -- good it is to have my pussy lapped!"

Martin was thinking he'd never known how good it was to lap a pussy! His aunt's slobbering squirming snatch seemed to possess a life of its own. It was clutching and frenching his tongue as skillfully as any mouth. Her lean, nude body, slippery with condensed water, was satiny-skinned and delightful to the touch. The taste of her cunt was clean and crisp and tantalizing.

He tongue-fucked that greedy pussy till Jacqui was groaning mindlessly and orbiting her hips around his stabbing tongue. Then he changed his tactics. He pulled his tongue out with a juicy pop! And then slid it up the spice-filled trench of her cunt till it notched into the little vee of flesh at the upper end.

To his surprise, he found that her clit, far from cowering back within its protective hood of pink pussy, was jutting out proudly, demanding the attention of his tongue. He didn't disappoint the nerve- rich node that was the pleasure center of his aunt's pussy.

Incandescent flashes of light exploded in Jacqui's brain. "Aaaaaaah!" she gasped. Her fingernails dug into the back of nephew's blond head. "Eat me! Eat me till I can't stand it anymore! Make me come! I need to come!"

To hear was to obey. Punching at the clit with his tongue, Martin slipped his lips around it. His belly went hollow as he sucked with all his might.

Water sloshed agitatedly around Jacqui's calves. What tremendous force had hit her like a thunderbolt? What power was shaking her? Why was her pussy, seeming at the same time to collapse and explode in a galaxy of delicious sensations.

It had been so long. But then the long-limbed divorcee recognized what was happening to her.

"Yes -- YES!" she cried, exultant. "I'm COOOOOOMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!"

Her sharp tits bounced and jiggled madly. Martin slipped his thumb into the morass of her cunt, felt her pussy walls contract tightly about it. Her pubic bones slammed him in the face so hard he saw stars. He clung grimly, sucking and tonguing her swollen clit, while she fucked her hips ecstatically back and forth into his greedily gobbling face.