Eventually, she sat up, gently untangling herself. Her smile was radiant as she gazed down at her father. “That was absolutely incredible, Daddy,” she whispered. Her face changed. “Oh, my god! You’re still hard!”
“You came, sweetie, I didn’t.”
Cara’s smile was the widest Jack had ever seen. “We have to do something about that.”
“We will. Think you could take me doggy-style, hon?”
“Woof!” said Cara, lifting herself off Jack’s prick and falling to her knees beside him. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue swirling around his. Jack sat up, got to his knees and moved round behind Cara. Her ass was lovely, perfect, tanned globes. Between them her pussy slit showed open, ready for him. He moved forward, taking his prick in his hand, easing it into her, pushing steadily until he was buried in her, his belly against her ass.
“Is that okay, sweetie?” he said.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy,” said Cara. “You feel great, really deep.”
“Ready, hon?”
“Go!”
Jack began to move, pulling back, pushing forward again, his hands on Cara’s hips as he moved, bracing her, bracing himself. Cara had brought him close before her own explosion and he knew it couldn’t be long. Soon he began to feel the stirring deep within himself, that slow build of tension, the rising sensitivity of his prick and he gave himself to the moment, his actions speeding, his hips thrusting harder, the tension building, building until with a sound that was part moan, part cry, wholly animal, he erupted in climax, his prick driving into his daughter’s body, her own cries echoing his as he came.
* * * * *
“We’ll use our room,” said Molly. “The bed’s bigger.” She led Greg and Sarah in. The summer sunlight lit the room, making the bed an inviting pool of warmth.
“Aunt Molly?”
“Yes, Greg?”
“Would you please just stand there for a moment?”
“Here, hon?”
“Right there. I just want to look at you.”
Molly laughed and grinned at Sarah, who grinned back at her with a wink.
“Can you just sort of do a twirl?” said Greg.
Amused, Molly complied. “How’s that?”
Greg nodded, a faint smile on his face. “Aunt Molly, you are – excuse the expression – fucking gorgeous.”
“Oooh,” said Molly, “I like the sound of the fucking bit.” She looked at Greg, smiling. “Judging by the state of your prick, so do you. You want me, hon?”
“Yeah!”
“So have me.” Molly moved to the bed, laying herself flat on her back, with her legs spread. She smiled up at Sarah. “You don’t mind, do you, sweetheart?”
Sarah shook her head. “Not me. For the moment I’m just going to watch and enjoy.” She moved over to a bedroom chair and sat down, tucking her feet up, leaning forward so she could see what was happening.
Greg moved to the bed and knelt between Molly’s legs, his prick solidly erect. He took his weight on outstretched arms and moved forward, ready to push his hardness into Molly’s soft depths. As he came closer, Molly took him between her cool fingers and guided his placement, giving a sigh of satisfaction as she felt him enter her.
“Feels good, honey, really good.”
“Fuck, yes!” Greg groaned. “I thought a woman who’d had two kids would feel looser.”
“I exercise my pussy muscles, Greg. I like a man to feel me snug about him.”
“Oh, you’re snug, Aunt Molly, really snug. Fucking wonderfully snug.”
“Talking of fucking, dear, let’s go!”
Greg snorted, his hips thrusting him forward, deep into Molly’s depths. He thought that he could feel every little variation in Molly’s pussy, so sensitive did he feel, her juices flowing freely and easing his passage, his prick moving easily, audibly, in her wetness. He picked up a rhythm, thrust, withdraw, thrust again. Molly grinned up at him and he bent to kiss her, tasting for the first time his aunt’s lips as the lips of a lover, feeling her erect nipples against his chest as he moved, her legs about him, her heels coming up behind his ass, urging him into her.
Greg was young, Greg was virile, and Greg was excited, enjoying the wickedness of the moment. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, and it wasn’t, but before he reached his climax, he felt Molly’s hand slip between them, stroking her clit and as he tensed he felt her pussy clench about him, a ripple going through her as she came, sparking his own climax as he thrust into her. On the chair, Sarah’s fingers were busy as she teased herself to climax, watching in awe as Greg’s ass clenched, the muscles in sharp relief as he thrust into Molly’s welcoming pussy.
Greg slowed to a halt, breathing heavily, holding himself on braced arms to keep from crushing Molly. Sweat beaded his brow and he could feel it slick between himself and Molly. A rhythmic grunting finally penetrated his consciousness and he glanced across at his sister just in time to see her teeth clench and her belly ripple as she brought herself to orgasm.
“Nice one, sis,” he said, grinning at Sarah as her eyes flickered open again.
“Enjoy that, honey?” Molly said.
“Yeah,” said Sarah. “I certainly did. I guess you enjoyed what Greg was giving you, too?”
“Sure did.” Molly stretched up and kissed Greg. “Thanks, hon.”
“My pleasure,” said Greg.
“Our pleasure,” Molly corrected.
Greg nodded, smiling. He eased himself back and his half-hard prick slid easily from Molly’s depths. From where she sat, Sarah could see her aunt’s pussy, open a little as Greg stood. On impulse, Sarah moved over to the bed and bent her head to Molly’s cleft, her tongue wiping the length of it, licking the mixture of her brother’s come and her aunt’s pussy juices, loving the taste, enjoying too the rich aroma of Molly’s sex. Molly had jumped a little as she felt Sarah’s tongue, but she lay back now with a smile on her face, fingers of one hand loosely clasped in Sarah’s hair, her other hand stroking lightly over her niece’s back.
“Like the flavour, honey?” Molly said.
“Mmm,” said Sarah, her tongue busy.
Greg was watching avidly. Surprised at first by his sister’s loving assault on their aunt, he was enjoying the sight of two women making love. Despite having just come, his prick was stiffening again. Idly he stroked it, helping it to a pulsing rigidity. He moved over to the bed where Sarah’s pussy was clearly visible to him as she bent over Molly. Taking a gentle grip of Sarah’s hips, Greg pushed his prick an inch or two into her pussy. She gasped as he entered her, but gave a little quivery moan as she felt him push deeper. Molly grinned at him over Sarah’s shoulder.
“Ready to ride again, Greg?”
“I think so.” Geg made a face. “I’ve never been ready to ride again this quick before.”
Molly laughed. “It’s the quality of the women, hon.”
“Too right,” said Greg fervently. “I’ve just got to have a crack at Mom.”
“I think she’ll let you, baby,” said Molly, gasping as Sarah’s tongue probed her depths, “particularly when I tell her how good you are.”
* * * * *
It was a pleasantly tired crew who met up for lunch a little later. They cooked the fish Greg and Jack had caught and prepared a salad to go with it. After lunch, sprawling in the lounge, nobody seemed to have any energy.