eyed her breasts with anticipation. They were easily the biggest tits I'd ever seen and they brought something out in me that I hadn't been aware of. Those big tits, so full and generous, made me want to be weaned all over again, just for a day. They looked so comforting, so inviting, a fleshy haven where I'd be sure to find peace for a moment or so.
I sank down between her orbs face first, and she increased her stimulation of my box accordingly. Just as I had anticipated, her soft billowing flesh engulfed me in a dazzle of sensuality, making me at once horny and happy. From below I heard the wet sounds of Bob sucking at Aunt Liz's cunt. And her finger kept stirring my emotions up relentlessly, building up the pitch gradually, and all I could do about it was to suck at her big nipples harder and harder, sucking till it sounded like the smacking of a baby. That seemed to delight her all the more. She caressed my head and back, fingered me all the more ferociously, and opened her legs even wider to Bob.
Bob suddenly rose out of the water and lay with his face on Aunt Liz's thighs, eating her out greedily. His erect cock moved my way, and before I knew what was happening Aunt Liz had his cock in hand and steered it towards my wet little cunt. I grabbed hold of her big tits with both hands, unable to conceal my excitement, and let her have her way with us. Again his knob touched down on my entrance, and this time there was no hurry. We were alone on this sun-drenched raft, afloat in a huge lake surrounded by forest. Bird calls echoed through the trees, the occasional splash of a fish or the slosh of water as our raft hit a swell the wrong way disturbed the perfect silence but only in such a way as to complement it. The three of us were locked in a chain of passion, concatenated by lust, with Bob's long, solid cock riding into my opening pussy, while he continued to eat Aunt Liz out with all the finesse of a trench digger and I sucked at her tits with the despair borne out of the preamble of my satisfaction.
Aunt Liz rested on her elbows, leaning back and watching us both with a well-pleased smile. She seemed anything but surprised. In fact the whole situation had come about so quickly and so smoothly that I couldn't help but suspect it had been prearranged without my knowledge. But who would have dared? Not Bob, certainly not me-and Mum was just beyond suspicion. No, it must have been the vibes or the weather or circumstances. Whatever it was, it had happened for the best.
Her nipple gratified the most secret of my desires. I snuggled up to her and licked and bit and suckled to my heart's content, at the same time making very sure that Bob had all the access to my cunt he needed. The rough wooden surface of the raft caused me pain and it couldn't have been comfortable for the other two either, but we kept going. Bob's face was buried in Aunt Liz's wide-open cunt and he was slobbering inside her as if he wanted to suck her vitals out. And his cock kept delivering, moving in and out of my clamoring cunt smooth as a piston. Eventually I had to let go of the succulent nipple-it was all I could do to lie there and take what Bob was dealing out!
This was the culmination moment for me, the one I'd been waiting for all year. To have his thick cock coursing in and out of my pussy, to have the leisure to enjoy it, it seemed sinfully luxurious to me. I clung to Aunt Liz's broad bosom, muffling my cries in her flesh. Bob just kept on shafting. I looked around to see what he was doing and found he'd taken a breather from her big cunt and was just looking at it while fucking me. That wasn't altogether my bag but I accepted it for what it was. Besides, recalling her majestic cunt in vivid detail it gave me a little charge too, as if seeing it again through Bob's eyes. And if it took her box to make him fuck this way I felt I could overlook it.
He had me in the straights now, plowing relentlessly and pushing me along the tortuous path to my climax. I felt suspended outside of my body, watching myself writhe and clutch at Aunt Liz, small wild cries caroling out of my open mouth, my hips pumping back into his battering ram of a cock. Silly, disconnected words tumbled out of me directed at both of them. I wanted to tell them how happy they made me, how dearly I loved everything about them, but my mind was twirling like a top. They must have understood. Aunt Liz caressed my tits and pinched my nipples just right and Bob fingered my clitoris as he fucked me, and I just couldn't withstand that total barrage any longer. With a loud whooping sound I let myself explode, falling backwards, tumbling, crying and laughing, until the last vestige of my pleasure ebbed away and left me feeling plain contented.
But Bob still had his erection. He saw that I'd had enough for the time being so he got on top of Aunt Liz. She reclined at once, only too anxious to make him feel at home. His cock slipped into her mighty maw and his loins took up the regular, pounding motion again, only this time he was dealing with a woman on the grand scale. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him tackling this veteran of a hundred beds. He looked for all the world like a randy fisherman assaulting a whale. But Aunt Liz had gained more than just memories from her past. She knew how to make the most of every stimulation, knew how to adjust her body to get Bob to fuck her more effectively; and besides that she was hypersensitive, having been worn down to raw nerves by past lovers.
Soon I lost the image I'd had of the two of them and saw instead two accomplished lovers at work. How she writhed and moaned, how she nibbled at his lobes and dipped her tongue in his ear! Her hands caressed his back and squeezed his muscular buttocks, working down into the narrow furrow and doing something in there that made Bob fuck all the more vigorously. And while she was egging him on she made damn sure her own pleasures weren't tampered with. Her fingers were everywhere at once, stoking him up, giving herself a touch, finger-fucking Bob's ass, her tits bulging out from under his weight, her legs wide open. From a casual bystander I turned into a pupil, watching how she did it and why.
Bob was getting tired. It seemed as though he couldn't ejaculate, and I wondered if he was trying to make up for the abbreviated performance he'd put in on me earlier. His face was red as a beet and his breath whistled through his throat. It was Aunt Liz who excited me, though. I loved the way her firm flesh quivered in her thighs each time Bob pushed his cock deep into her box. And the expressions on her face were all studies in pleasure. At times she bit her lip, then she drew her lips back in an animal snarl and bit Bob in the neck; and then she'd become very passive, radiant, peaceful for a while as a mysterious catharsis took place way down in her belly. Just looking at her made me horny as hell. I could empathize with her deeply and easily. My own satisfaction was all but forgotten. Already a helping finger snuck down my belly and lodged between my swollen labia, to shift the juices around and agitate my over-sensitive flesh.
“I'm coming!” Bob panted all at once. “Here comes, watch out!” His body became rigid, delivered a deep thrust, pulled back, paused, and pushed down again, keeping it up till he'd delivered his essence. Aunt Liz loved that squirting sensation as much as I had. With every blast she cried out and hugged him tightly, so tightly that he could hardly breathe. At last she released him and Bob rolled off her to land with a smack on his back on the raft. He looked as spent as anyone can be without actually passing away. Aunt Liz, on the other hand, looked vital, delighted, and ready for more.
One look at the dollops of cream oozing out of her generously proportioned cunt convinced me to help her out. I rolled over her leg to get in between them. She understood my intention at once. Parting them wide she admitted me into the wonderful world of her pussy, and when I was face to face with it I saw its true magnificence for the first time. The thick labia wore a passionate flush and shone with moisture. Her hairs were matted with sweat and what not, and her hole was made up of pink flesh dripping with white fluids. I bent down with a sense of reverence and the tip of my tongue flicked at the rivulet of sperm. I wasn't sure if I'd like the taste of it-her cunt had been the big drawcard-but it was salty, a little whey, and then, as I swallowed it, a spiciness became evident. Not bad at all! I pressed my face against her cunt and sucked a little harder. A whole chain of dollops rushed down along my tongue and slithered into my throat, leaving behind the same sapid taste sensation. Mixed in with was the womanly taste and scent of Aunt Liz, a welcome situation.
I was getting in my stride now, licking her out and sucking at her dew just the way I'd done it at school with Ann and the other members of our club. My tongue probed and darted, circled her knobby clitoris, pressed down on it and then shot down to her entrance once more to get the fresh juices. The springiness of her flesh delighted me. My fingers pressed into her thighs and ass. There were parts of her I couldn't get at but she helped me out there. Her thighs closed around my head and she drew back so that her loins were vertical and my tits were hard up against her buttocks. All I could do was wallow in her. I couldn't see or hear anything but I could touch and taste and that was enough.
She was so horny now that she almost squeezed me to bits between her powerful thighs. I ate her out for all I was worth, swallowing down great draughts of cunt juice, and my fingernails ran along her ass, licking and scratching till she sighed and cried out at the same time and her legs fell away from my ears to release me. I was so exhausted that I just fell back into the water and cooled off for a while. Bob was looking at me curiously from up on the raft.
“I didn't know you went both ways,” he said finally.
“Perhaps I should have warned you,” I replied, swimming back to the raft. “But then, what did you expect me
