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.
She had me on my back, spread-eagled, barely able to lie still. Her hands caressed my body all over, beginning with my face and working down as far as my toes, while her tongue slithered up and down my torso, now lassooing a nipple, then pushing rudely up my wet, quivering hole. Strong tremors coursed through my body, clashing and spreading, coming from all angles. She was well ahead of me, creating erotic pockets before I'd absorbed the previous ones. And so she worked me into a volley of tiny climaxes that had me writhing tightly all over the bed, groaning and squealing as though my innards had gone berserk. Aunt Liz let me go it alone for as long as I could stand it. Then, with a forceful finger, she brought me to the convulsive climax.
“Ooooh, Jesus!” I sighed as the last impulses ebbed away and left my body a burning vacuum. “You're something else, Aunt Liz! Phew! If a man ever makes me feel this good I'll be his slave forever.”
“I'm not as good as you think,” she said matter-of-factly. “You'll find that out when you sleep around. But I must say you make it easy for a person to love you, Kathy… very easy.” And, in spite of my spent condition, she inserted a long finger up my cunt again and started to love me with it. At first I didn't want her to do that to me. I felt like riding put my orgasm till it led me into a deep sleep. Everything inside me felt so harmonious that there was no call for more pleasure. It could only disturb the delicate balance. Aunt Liz squatted next to me and drove her finger in and out of my cunt with a long, regular motion, and simply disregarded the frown that crossed my face. A few minutes later she had me in the palm of her hand-literally and figuratively.
That big finger parted my inner flesh and pushed deep into the warm wet cavity behind it Aunt Liz had a way of crooking her top joint to make her fingertip touch down on parts of my cunt that were extremely sensitive, so much so that my resistance was virtually bombed out of existence with pleasure. She said nothing, just went about her work with a singular look of determination on her face. In and out, in and out, her big, womanly body hulking next to me, the full, rounded tits pendant, the hairy snatch just visible between her ample thighs. My loins began to jerk back and forth, a spasm to begin with, later turning into a greedy quest for more and more!
Only when her second finger joined the first though, did her loving take on a second significance to me. There was something especially stirring about those two bunched fingers, something that made me think of another rigid object. Was it Bob's cock? No, no, bigger, harder. Aunt Liz worked her fingers in to the knuckle. Her breathing was harsh and rapid and droplets of sweat fell on my skin. So hard, so big, so utterly satisfying… and then it came back to me in a flash of lightning! Dad's thick bulge, that great rod pushing at the confines of his pants. Ooooh yes! The moment it registered my whole body convulsed into an orgasm and Aunt Liz had trouble keeping up with me. She pushed harder and added another finger to the bunch. That was even more life-like.
“Daddy!” I muttered, spreading my legs till they were at right angles to my body. “Daddy, Daddy! Ooooh, it feels so good, so strong! Give me more, more!” My hands were on my tits squeezing them mercilessly. And my eyes were tightly closed so I could concentrate on my fantasy completely. In my mind it was Dad who was shoving that thick hard object into my drooling cunt. I could even see the position he was in-on his knees with my legs draped over his thighs, and he leaned forward to rest on the balls of his fists, his head down so he'd be able to see my cunt
