Sometimes when she gave him a piss shower, Cyril had her strip naked so that her stream would hit him hard and splashed them both, but other times he liked her to pee in her bloomers. The sight of it excited him and he liked too the way the fluid came through with reduced pressure as the wet circles spread over the pink rayon.
Greta knelt on all fours, her big ass arched a little below his face, her bloomers stretched seemingly to the maximum, and as he stared hotly, Cyril raised himself onto his elbows to provide an angle for the piss to run don his body and make the shower more complete, more exciting.
As always, Greta gave him time to wait for it, lowering her ass a little closer, and feeling her heart pounding as it always did when it was time to pee for him.
Cyril's eyes focused on the tightly stretched bloomers, and he trembled with arousal and anticipation until, without warning, he saw a wet spot appear. It widened, and then the piss was trickling in a relatively slow stream through the fabric and onto his chest.
It felt warm and exciting and he saw the little bubbles appear around the source of the stream being filtered through the rayon of her bloomers. His right hand moved up and pressed against the spot, forcing her piss to spread around the tight-fitting bloomers and making them wet over a much larger area, so that the wet rayon clung more excitingly to her ass, like a pink second skin.
The piss felt thrilling on his hand, as did the wet bloomers, then he took the hand away and allowed the stream to resume hitting his chest and trickling down his body, over the base of his stiff prick and his bans, trickling under his body to wet his ass.
When the stream began to lose its force, he moved a little farther down and heard her groan as he closed his eyes and moved his face, his mouth wide open, under the trickling stream. It was the part he loved most, when her warm pee washed his face and ran into his mouth.
The trickle ended and droplets of piss continued to fall from the wet panties as Cyril reached for the towel to wipe his eyes and forehead, then he sat up and fondled her wet bloomers with both hands, squeezing her big ass cheeks through the fabric. Soon, he knew, her panties would become cold and uncomfortable and she would want to take them off, but there was something he had to do first, something he had never done before.
Holding her by the hips, he brought his face to the wet bloomers, and then she gave a loud cry of surprise as she felt his mouth sucking the area where most of her piss had been filtered, where her bloomers were wettest. As he sucked greedily and noisily, swallowing what he was stealing from the garment, Greta trembled and became so wildly aroused that she thought she was going to climax.
He stopped sucking, worked his way out from under her, then he was dragging her soaked bloomers down off her wet ass and thighs, delighting in the sight of her big, bare ass.
Cyril left her bloomers stretched across her thighs, just above her knees and she opened her legs as widely as she could. It was more than enough, he saw as he took his throbbing prick in his right hand, rubbed it over the wet lips of her twat, then very slowly pushed it into her cunt.
'You were a bad girl to wet your bloomers like that,' he scolded, 'and so I'm going to punish you, like this,' he said, and slipped her another inch of prick. Continuing to scold his naughty little girl for pissing her bloomers, he slipped his cock into her, a little at a time, until he was in to the hilt, then he continued to scold her as he fucked her, his belly slapping her wet ass cheeks, his strong prick stretching and filling her churning cunt.
While he fucked her, Greta went on trembling and panting as though she could still feel and see him sucking the wet bloomers, and she told herself it was the most exciting thing they had ever done together.
And then she forgot about the sucking as he pulled her wet ass tightly against him. She felt his cock expanding inside her, and then it was shooting and flooding her belly with another kind of fluid, a richer, thicker one.
CHAPTER TWO
Cyril and Greta shared a hot, tingling excitement as they drove to the airport to pick up the twins that Saturday afternoon. They had agreed that they would not begin their seduction for a couple of days, but the fact of their arrival was more than exciting enough.
Cyril had seen the children a couple of times a year, so they knew him and liked him and there was no shyness as they met in the arrival lounge. There was much hugging and chatter, and it was clear that the two had gotten over their parents' death.
That, Cyril thought, wasn't too surprising. His brother and wife had been social people who entertained and drank a lot, but spent little time with their children. The twins had been scheduled to go into boarding schools the following year, and had been badly upset at the prospect of being separated. Coming to live with their Uncle Cyril meant that they would be allowed to stay together after all, so that the deaths brought to them an important fringe benefit after all.
As they got into the car, Cyril had Jenny sit in front with him, while Greta took John into the back seat. As Greta sat, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride high so that John could see her luscious thighs sheathed in sheer nylon. Even though she wouldn't begin his seduction for a couple of days, Greta saw no reason why she shouldn't begin to get him interested in female anatomy, to set him up for what was to come.
She chatted with him for a while as Cyril did the same with his niece, and then she switched her attention to Cyril, talking with and looking at him, to give the boy a chance to steal more glances at her thighs. By then, she had allowed the hem of her dress to climb a little above the tops of her nylons, and she wondered if he was getting a hard-on as he peeked.
When they reached the farm, they took the kids on a tour of the place, Cyril driving the Jeep with Jenny sitting beside him, while John sat in the back seat with Greta, whose dress hem seemed to refuse to stay down.
The children were delighted with the farm, never before having seen homes and girl grazing. Then Cyril drove to the creek where the water looked crystal clear and inviting.
'I sure want to get my trunks on and have a swim here,' John said eagerly, and his sister agreed that it was a great idea.
'When you get more accustomed to the farm, and to us,' Greta told the children, 'you won't even bother with your bathing trunks. Your uncle and I often swim here and we very seldom bother with bathing suits. Swimming in the nude is fun, you know, it gives one a naughty feeling.'
'Don't worry, kids, we're not going to rush,' Cyril told them. 'Life around the farm is going to be quite a lot different from the life you've known. It will be much more interesting and exciting, but take your time and get adjusted gradually.'
The children assured him that they were delighted to be at the farm, to live there and enjoy riding and swimming and so much more freedom than they'd known in their home.
Cyril decided it was the right time to tell them that they wouldn't have to go to school, that they would study at home by correspondence, with help from Greta and him.
'Wow!' John enthused. 'No school? That's too good to be true.'
'Don't get too excited, dear,' Greta told him. 'You will do schoolwork here, and plenty of it, but you will be able to do it in the house or out here in the fields. You will both find it a lot better than stuffy classrooms, bells, crabby teachers and all that.'
Explaining that she needed to piss, Greta suggested that they return to the house, but Cyril only laughed and told her the grass needed watering. Bending from the waist with her back turned to the twins, Greta casually pulled her panties down, paused, and then squatted. They watched as her stream hissed into the grass beside the Jeep. As she finished, she allowed them a generous view of her big ass before she pulled her panties back into place and dropped her dress.
'You'll find us very casual around here,' Cyril told the twins. 'Mind you, it will take you a while to get accustomed to the routine here, but don't let that bother you. Was that the first look you ever had at a woman's bare ass, John?'
'Y-Yes,' the boy stammered as Greta looked and saw a slight bulge in the front of his pants, and knew he had a hard-on, confirming her hunch that he would be very easy to seduce when she got around to it.
They returned to the house, and Greta poured drinks for her and Cyril while Jenny opened Cokes for herself and her brother.
'Did I shock you by showing you my bare ass?' Greta asked the girl while they were alone in the kitchen.
