"This is gonna be good, honey," Hank said. His big fingers sunk into the softness of her belly. "And when I'm through at this end, I'm gonna have me supper between your legs." Teresa struggled and tried to say something but the crotch of her panties choked off her words. Between the soapy cheeks of her firm bottom, Hank's cock speared in and out.
Janey heard the steps in the hall. She was thirsty… an awful taste in her mouth. Her head was full of strange images, strange dreams. She could hardly separate the real from the imagined any more. Or did it even matter? She'd been lying there naked, her finger deep inside her cunt. Someone tapped outside her door. She eased her finger from between her outer lips. It made her moan to feel it sliding out, to feel her muscles closing and clasping behind. She brushed the finger across her upper lip. The glossy juice that was smeared there had a musky odor. She liked the smell. People paid good money for junk that didn't smell half so nice.
Weakly she staggered to her feet. She had a slight headache. The tapping came again. She turned the knob and peeked out.
"I brought you something," Nat said, swinging the bottle. Jane opened the door and let him in. He was looking at her body when she closed it and turned. Now she remembered. Nat had eaten her out in that hotel room in town. But he hadn't fucked her. Nice Nat. He was so considerate. He hadn't wanted to be the first. She frowned, then smiled. But he deserved something more than that.
"I'm glad you came," she said, pushing her big tits against him. He cleared his throat and made a weak attempt to leave. Juicy ran her hands down the front of his pants. His cock swelled in her palm as she massaged it.
"I'll pour you a little of this," he said, getting a glass. Janey took it from him with both hands and drank until she had to cough.
"God, that's better…"
"Why don't you slip on a robe," he suggested, putting the bottle on the dresser. Janey sipped her Brandy.
"I don't feel like it. What good are clothes to someone like me?" She looked at the lamp on the table. Its shade was twisted and torn. Someone had broken it. She had the strangest urge to break it again.
"I hope you don't get wild again," Nat said, drinking out of her glass, then handing it back.
"You mean I tore everything up?" she said, glancing around the disordered room.
"Yep." Nat cocked his head. "It was kinda fun while it lasted actually." Jane giggled. She giggled again. Then she laughed, a loud, haying laugh. She took another drink of whiskey and fell to her knees in front of her uncle. She tore at the buttons of his Levi's with frantic fingers.
"Hey baby, you better cool off, hadn't you?" He tried to catch her arms.
"Let me alone!" she hissed, jerking his fly open, digging for his cock. It came out half hard and she sucked it greedily into her mouth. She could tell he liked it. He moved his feet on the floor in a funny way and his breathing changed.
"Janey… Jesus Christ, you…"
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, finding the expanding glans with her tongue. Site dragged his shaft deeper into her mouth… deeper. It was hot and firm and spongy. But the part behind the crown was getting hard. She fluttered her tongue furiously, watching her uncle clench his fists and then unclench them. As her mouth worked hungrily on his expanding prick, she got his pants the rest of the way loose and eased them down his thigh. When she pushed him backward, he couldn't catch himself and fell on his ass across the bed. Then she pulled her mouth from him only long enough to jerk off his boots and jeans. He was trying to push up onto his elbows when she pounced between his thighs again.
"Gotta eat you," she babbled, "gotta eat you all up!"
"Janey baby… are you sure you're okay?" But his voice faded as she got her lips around that throbbing tip again. It tasted lovely! She sucked it as deep as she could and then a little deeper. The spongy part tickled her throat, but she fought against the urge to gag. After a moment the choked feeling passed. She told herself to relax as she dropped her head further. The flared glans eased past her tonsils. Then she swallowed hard and the velvety lining of her throat closed around him.
"Ieeeeeee!" he grunted, his hips writhing on the bed. He let his hands brush against the sides of her head but they fell limp on the mattress. She sucked noisily at the wonderful hard thing that kept growing inside her mouth. She pushed her mouth up until only the very tip and lobes pressed against her bottom lip. Then with a sigh, she plunged down until her throat was gently stabbed again. Nat made strangling noises and began to tremble.
"Nhhhuuhh…" she moaned as she increased the tempo of her sucking. She let her head bob freely, fingering his balls with both hands. It was so big, his cock! And only then did Janey remember the time before when he'd put it inside her mouth. She was dizzy with the realization. The spongy firmness of the head seemed to throb against her soft licking. It had to be the most delicate thing on a man's body. She found the divide between the two plump lobes and wed the point of her tongue. Nat sounded like he was being tortured. But there was a plaintive, lusty enjoyment in the sound too.
"Janey… Janey baby, you can suck like… ohhh, shit!" She popped her mouth free.
"Will you come quick?" she asked, voice shy. She didn't know why she was shy about it. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been shy. That other Janey seemed like a stranger she'd met long ago.
"You damn right… and if you keep on like that, you're gonna have a mouthful."
"Will it make me sick or anything?"
"Naw… you've had it before, remember," Nat breathed, petting the sides of her head. Janey licked her lips and eased them down over his glossy crown again. The surface was feverish inside her mouth. It was glossy and smooth too. So smooth. She nursed it more gently now, rolling her tongue in slow circles against the blood-hot surface. It was that tip that seemed the most sensitive. When she sucked on it alone, Nat twisted and writhed on the bed. He really liked for her to flutter her tongue around the dark blue mushroomed edge. It was like a barb. A fleshy barb. And now it was suddenly pulsing… throbbing huge with each beat of her uncle's heart. But it was another rhythm she felt.
Above her fingers, above Nat's balls there was a pounding like another heart. She dug her nails into the swollen lump and made deep trough of her tongue. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pushed the trough back and forth over his cocktip, while her fingers massaged that other heart.
"Mhhuuuuhh… Janey… ohhhhh, suck me baby… suck me slow!"
Just her lips suckled around his bulging glans now, her tongue flicking him every so often. The first steamy spray of seed shot in her throat. She gulped it down without tasting it. But the second surge of cum frothed out thickly, sliding down into the hollow she made with her tongue. She let the stringy, slick stuff coat her teeth as she smacked it and sucked for more. It tasted just fine. She wanted more…
Nat was trying to lift his ass from the bed. He was trying to fuck himself deeper into her mouth. But Janey felt like teasing him. She let his lobes rest on her bottom lip as she gently nursed the creamy curds from his tip with her tongue. Then she suddenly plunged herself down on him, taking his glans to the back of her throat. Nat bubbled like a madman, but nothing more came out. Jane pulled her lips away just as another jet came.