His legs were wide open and the crotch of his trousers was drawn back hard over a growing bulge. Now it was my tarn to ogle. Dad was big! A thick snake grew into a boa under, his pants and it seemed as though there was no end to it. He made Bob look tike a junior version, a kiddie's prick! He just sat there alternately gazing into his wine and looking into the shadowy recesses of Aunt Liz's dress. I knew what he saw there. The ample, smooth thighs, the fascinating little region where her pussy lay concealed, beckoning flesh, inviting him to eat touch, fuck! Oh, he wanted to, he wanted to! Even if she was his sister-in-law and looked much like his own wife, he wanted to fuck Aunt Liz so badly that I could smell it!
That big cock throbbed under his clothes and his glare became less guarded as his lust took him over. The others were involved in a heated conversation about the role of woman in society. Mum had reached the ninth stage of unawareness. I thought that was too bad-she could have seen aspects of Dad that I was sure she'd forgotten.
Aunt Liz shifted a little, her legs crossed, the dress creeping higher up her big thighs, and I figured much of her ass had to be poking up at Dad's greedy eyes. To see for myself I got up to get a fresh bottle of wine. When I came out of the kitchen I saw what my father saw-a big, plump ass, two rounded cheeks with a tuft of hair poking out of the furrow. No underpants! Aunt Liz had more balls than I'd given her credit for, figuratively speaking. It excited me not a little, and I lingered for a moment or so before pouring the wine. She gave me a big wink before settling back down into the couch and placing the ankle of one leg over the knee of the other. A full beaver shot. Dad was flushed and restless. His hands gripped at the couch, then reached out for his wine and downed the glass in one thirsty gulp. Was it my imagination or could I make out the rounded glans? My eyes kept running up and down the length of his cock, measuring it, savoring it, wondering how it would be to accommodate so much masculine meat in my pussy. Oh God, I was wet! Wet through and through! If Dad could have seen the soaking condition of my panties at that moment he would have been convinced of my sluttishness!
“And why shouldn't he be? In his terms a slut was a woman who enjoyed sex. That was me. He should know! I drank my wine down and sat close to Aunt Liz, this time parting my legs a little wider than hers, nonchalantly, as if sex didn't exist. I had heavy competition for his attention. Slowly, very slowly, though, his eyes wandered over to my knees, hesitated, tried to pull away, slid a little way down my thighs-and then, his resistance collapsing, his eyes plummeted down the wet crotch of my panties! He rivetted his eyes to them with such force that I grew embarrassed and hurriedly closed my thighs to the public. The look of disappointment on his face made me open up a little, and once more he eagerly peered up my dress. His cock seemed to grow even bigger. Was that possible? I looked carefully, sensing the throbbing, vibrant life under his pants, and my legs opened up involuntarily as though our bodies had established independent rapport. Oh how I ached for that big shell to slide up my breach! Wider, wider, my head abuzz with a heady mixture of wine and lust, parting my legs till I could feel my panties stretch over my pussy, up at him, my father, the bearer of the mighty weapon that stared me in the face!
But Liz nudged me sharply and shattered my feverish reverie. At once I closed my legs, blushed, and put my glass down to give myself a chance to recover. Dad, too, seemed to have snapped out of it. He crossed his legs to conceal the erection, his face closed down, we did our best to act like normal people instead of horny animals. But under the surface I simmered and bubbled, aching for him just as he must have ached for me.
It was impossible to get to sleep that night. Elaine snored softly and I was quite sure Bob and Nora were sound asleep too. But I lay there in the dark, gazing out of the window at the distant stars, my hands restlessly moving over my body as if looking for a secret center of satisfaction that could take the edge off my desire for my father. I tried to tell myself how absurd it was to think he would fuck me. Sure he'd been aroused, but a man as uptight as Dad would no more fuck his own daughter than take a shit on his executive desk.
After an hour of restless tossing and turning I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. On the way there I noticed a line of light under Aunt Liz's door. Quickly I lot in and out of the bathroom and tip-toed over to her «§|!' to knock. A rustling sound from inside reached my ears, followed by a whispered: “Who's there?”
“It's me, Kathy,” I replied.
“Come in.” Only her bedlight was on, casting a yellow pool of light by the side of her bed. Aunt Liz lay under a sheet in the dimness, her face turned towards me, lips parted to reveal the whiteness of her teeth. “Close the door,” she whispered, at the same time patting the side of her bed to let me know I was welcome. It was such a comfort to be with her. The anxieties that had plagued me for hours suddenly fell away as I lay on her bed close to her reassuring warm body.
“That was quite a number you did on Dad's head,” I said, accepting a cigarette from her. “I've never seen him so stirred up.”
“You put the finishing touches to it,” grinned Aunt Liz. “Your old man has always had soft spot for me, ever since he first met your mother in fact. But don't be surprised if he should rape you in the near future.”
“Me? Why, has he done that to you?”
“Certainly not. However, with you it's different He's got it in for you, Kathy, take my word for it.”
“Mmmmm,” I said thoughtfully, and once again my mind dwelled lovingly over that thick ridge in the lap of his pants.
“You like the idea, don't you?” Aunt Liz chuckled way down in her throat and gathered me up into a quick embrace. “Ah, this family is crazy about sex but we're the only ones who know it, love. The others are too screwed up to admit it to themselves, but we'll get it out of them. What do you say?”
“That's a great idea,” I said, cuddling up to her and putting my face against the nearer tit. “Bob and Elaine are already halfway there, Dad's slipping-and that leaves only Mum and Nora to deal with. It shouldn't be too hard, should it Aunt Liz?”
“Don't underestimate Nora,” said Aunt Liz. That surprised me. If she'd said not to underestimate Mum I would have understood. But Nora? But then she began to stroke my hair and I couldn't help but come in a little closer, and the time for concerted thought was over. Her nightie was made of linen, thin and smooth, embellishing rather than concealing her skin. My hands ran over it lightly, moving the sheet out of the way, and Aunt Liz relaxed utterly to let me do with her as I pleased.
Her heavy tits rolled towards me as she turned onto her side and her nightie gave way to reveal much of her massiveness. For a moment I felt like a little girl about to be overwhelmed by the potent sexuality of a full-grown woman, but then I bobbed along it like a cork on the waves, going with it, immersed in it without losing myself. Somehow the nightie slipped away from her shoulders and her big tits were bared before my eyes, the big, hard nipples close together and not far from my mouth. A small groan escaped me as my tips pursed themselves and clasped about the nearer nipple, pulling at it, tugging impatiently as if the milk was slow in coming. Aunt Liz's face was placid, smiling, only the occasional sigh telling me to keep it up.
I buried my face in her flesh and mauled her tits with both hands, for the moment content with just that part of her. She did nothing. My mouth closed around both nipples, my hands holding her tits close together, and then I brought my teeth into play just to evoke a sharper response from her. Now the woman's legs moved far apart and allowed my body to slip down between them. My pelvic bone lodged against her pubus and chafed up and down it as I continued my fervent sucking. Her flesh ballooned into my mouth, more and more of it coming in till it was stretched hard against my teeth. I knew it caused her pain but I couldn't stop. Instead I sucked harder and harder, and Aunt Liz snapped out of her lazy pleasuring to begin bucking underneath me like I had when Ann had first made love to me. Her nightie rode up around her waist and her hairy crotch pushed hard against my pelvic bone for harsher stimulation. I did my best to keep up with her but the waves were bigger now, choppier, sometimes throwing me way into the air only to catch me again in its billowing, fleshy hollows. I was lost in her, less and less capable of being the aggressor. Aunt Liz must have known it. She kept me in place only for as long as it took her to climax, and then she sat me up, removed my nightie and her own, and began to make love to me with breathtaking thoroughness.