John turned slightly, took a deep breath and sucked his gut in. “Lovely,” said Jill, and the shutter clicked, and clicked again as John took hold of his erection. Jill lowered the camera and came over to him, her face flushed.
“I think I know now why some women want to go into porn films,” she said. She looked at John. “Can you set this camera on delay, so that it can take our picture with your prick in my pussy?”
“Yeah, sure,” said John, his prick twitching. “Are you sure you want that?”
“Certain, honey, and if it’s good I want a print to keep under my pillow, for lonely nights with my dildo.”
“Look, Jill, if I set the camera up over there, and we use that grassy bank, I can use the hand remote to trigger it. You can have more than one picture, if you want.”
“I want, honey, I want,” said Jill, her voice thick with emotion. “Hurry, baby, I want your prick!”
Moments later, the camera was on the tripod, focussed on Jill where she sat on the grass, room for John in the frame. He took the remote in his hand and went over, his prick bouncing in front of him in anticipation. Jill smiled and lay back.
“Climb aboard, honey, and let’s you and me fuck.” She spread her legs for him, her slit slick with her juices. John knelt between her legs and pushed the tip of his prick gently into his aunt. With an inch or so in, he glanced over his shoulder. ‘Should show’, he thought, and squeezed the remote. As the camera clicked, he pushed deeper into Jill’s pussy, wet, inviting, no resistance to his invasion, a gasp coming from Jill as his balls brushed her ass. He squeezed the remote again, then forgot it for the moment as Jill’s hips pushed back against him. Her fingers clawed at his back and John began to fuck her, burying himself deep in her, pulling back and pressing deep again.
Jill was hot, she was ready and she knew that she needed little stimulation. The fact that it was her nephew fucking her so vigorously did nothing to diminish her excitement and she felt the tension building in her until as John pushed deep into her, she climaxed, her belly rippling, her pussy squeezing down on John’s prick in spasmodic clutches, a strangled moan coming from her mouth as she felt him suddenly buck in his own climax, his prick pulsing in her depths.
The little clearing was quiet except for the hoarse breathing as the lovers fought to get their breath back, until Jill took a deep, shuddering breath. “John, sweetheart, that was wonderful,” she whispered, squeezing him with arms and pussy. John kissed her, lightly.
“You get no argument from me,” he said.
Jill laughed suddenly. “How do I compare with your mom?” she asked, giggling.
“Naughty!” John grinned. “Equal first,” he said.
* * * * *
Cara led Jack away through the trees, heading towards the beach, walking until they could hear nothing of the others.
“Don’t you want to go to the house, sweetheart?” said Jack. “Find a nice bed?”
“It would take too long, Daddy. I want you now.”
Jack indicated a mossy bank, grass cropped short, springy, inviting. “Here?”
“Here is great, Daddy. Lie down, on your back.”
“On my back, eh? And what are you going to do, young lady?” Jack said, stretching out comfortably on his back.
“I am going to suck you hard. Then I’m going to climb over you and get that lovely prick into my pussy. Then I’m gonna ride you until we come.”
Jack laughed. “Sounds like a plan to me, honey.”
His prick was half-hard and Cara took it in a gentle grasp, squeezing lightly. She bent and licked the head, like a popsicle. “Mmm,” she said, “nice.”
“You betcha,” said Jack, his voice not quite steady.
Cara grinned up at him and held his gaze as she closed her mouth over the head of his prick, sucking gently, her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside of the head. Jack twitched as her teeth made brief contact.
“Oops. Sorry, Daddy,” she said, briefly reliquishing her lip-hold.
“Okay, baby, I know you wouldn’t hurt me deliberately.” He hissed in a breath as Cara’s mouth moved down his prick, a wet ‘o’ slithering down his hardness. Cara gagged, coughed and came back up quickly. She gave Jack a shame-faced grin.
“Not very good at this, yet,” she murmured, and then took him in her mouth again. This time she didn’t try to take so much, contenting herself, and Jack, by stopping halfway down and sucking on the upstroke, her tongue making lazy patterns on the underside of Jack’s prick. After about half a dozen strokes, Cara stopped, sitting up and throwing her long hair back. She grinned at her father.
“I think I got you hard now,” she said, a little breathless.
“I think so, too, sweetheart,” Jack said, his voice hoarse.
“Time to ride,” said Cara, moving forwards on her knees, straddling Jack’s thighs, until she was poised above him. Gazing into her father’s eyes, she took his prick in a gentle grip and lowered herself. She stopped for a moment as she felt the thick, blunt head of Jack’s prick begin to part her labia. She took a deep, nervous breath.
“I wondered if this would ever happen, Daddy. You feel good,” she whispered, beginning to lower herself.
“So do you, baby,” said Jack, “so do you.” He groaned as he felt his daughter’s tight pussy slowly enveloping his prick, a groan counterpoint to Cara’s own as she felt her father’s prick entering her depths.
“Oh, that’s good!” she whispered. She gasped as her ass touched Jack’s thighs. “Oh, my god, you’re in! At last! You’re actually in me!”
“And it feels good to me, too, baby,” Jack said, his tone caressing, “really good.”
Cara sat for a moment, her eyes closed, nipples erect on her beautiful breasts, then sighed. “You feel really good in me, Daddy.”
“Glad to hear it, sweetheart, but you’ve had pricks in your pussy before, I know you have.”
“Only a few, Daddy. Billy Tanner, because I like him and I wanted to pop my cherry with somebody I at least liked. Billy’s sweet, but we both knew it was no big romance. Then it was twice with Tony Galini, but he’s so full of himself, I mean he thinks he’s God’s gift to women or something. He doesn’t even fuck very well.” Cara giggled. “I only let him have me the second time because I thought he’d fumbled the first or something, but second time was just as lousy. Then it was once with Al Barton, Greg last night and now you. Sum total of my copulation experience,” Cara said with another giggle.
Jack flexed his prick in Cara’s pussy and grinned as she squeaked, startled. “Time to ride, baby.”
“Time to ride,” agreed Cara as she raised herself, until Jack’s prick almost left her, then sank back onto him with a sigh that was almost a moan, repeating her action, a little quicker, then again, settling into a rhythm that felt good to her, enjoying the sensation of Jack’s prick filling her, then emptying, only to fill again. She gave herself to the moment, revelling in the sensations until she felt herself almost panting, her climax building in her and washing across her, startling her, almost shocking her with its intensity. She gave a wordless cry as she felt her pussy clasp Jack’s prick, her belly rippling with the intensity of the moment, collapsing across him as the storm took her, gasping, her chest heaving as she fought for air. Jack’s arms went round her and he clasped her to him, uttering soothing noises as Cara gradually stilled.