put the photos. Without saying a word, she quickly slipped a couple of the pictures under a chair, where she could retrieve them later. Paul pretended he didn't notice that one or two of them were missing. He took the remainder, to add them to his personal collection, while keeping a close eye on Sue Carson.
However, Paul was far from finished sexually. His cock was just beginning to regain it's strength after it's strenuous workout in the other room. Daphne and Tricia were obviously not available, so he turned his attention to Sue. They were both still nude, Paul hadn't seen such a good looking woman in quite a long time. He didn't really care if Sue was his brother's secretary or not. All he wanted was a warm berth for his aching cock.
Well, he thought, a stiff dick has no consciousness, or something like that anyway. He reached over slowly, until his fingers made contact with Sue's voluminous breasts. They felt like they weighed several pounds each. Sue groaned softly, then she pressed her weight against him, reaching at the same time for his dick.
'So soon?' she smiled, 'I thought you were such an old man!'
'Fuck that shit. I can take it three, maybe four times a night. Why, when I was a younger man, I used to fuck 'em until their eyes popped out. I used to…'
'Shhhhh!' said Sue, carefully squeezing his dick on the sensitive part, right under the head. 'You don't want to attract the attention of the Bopsy twins, and their father in there, do you? And don't you dare say 'by crackies'. We ought to get out of here!'
'I guess you're right. I'll take this up with you elsewhere,' he said.
'Maybe we should take a little ride somewhere. I have my car,' she replied.
'Good, very good. I'll get dressed, and we'll go to the park or something,' said Paul, with not a little bit of enthusiasm in his voice.
Sue got dressed. She pulled on her short skirt, and her tight nylon top. Paul, modest to the last, retired to the bathroom. He looked very dapper in his vested suit, with a neatly folded handkerchief in the outer pocket. They met, kissed, and walked out to Sue's waiting automobile. In no time at all, they were off the main highway, with Sue skillfully steering the car down some back road. The landscape became more rural as they drove. In about half an hour, they were in a totally uncivilized area, with nothing but an occasional barn or stable.
'My God,' said Paul, 'I thought that Hamilton lived in a fairly urban area. I had no idea that he was so close to the sticks.'
'Oh, don't believe that. To someone who knows the roads, there's always a way to get to the desolate areas. I always liked driving in the country. It makes me feel, you know, free,' said Sue. Meanwhile, Uncle Paul's hand was creeping up her skirt, reaching for the soft thigh and damp pussy. Sue shifted a little bit in her seat, just to tease him, then she spread her legs to allow him to get a couple of fingers into the damp warmth of her hungry snatch. She was afraid that she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, but she never really let this fact disturb her. She was too busy enjoying herself. Paul smiled when he felt his finger make contact with her soft pussy meat.
Just as soon as his probing fingers made contact with her cunt, she shifted a little in her seat. Paul tried to follow her cunt with his fingers, but it was hard for him to keep them inside of her when she was squirming around so much. Sue slowly brought the car to a halt at the side of the road. They were parked near an old barn. It appeared to be deserted. The door was almost down and swinging on one hinge, and the whole area was overgrown with weeds. Paul grinned, and once more resumed his attack on Sue's cunt.
'C'mon now, you didn't bring me all the way out here for my health,' he smiled.
'Well, you've managed to control yourself, much better than Hamilton. He's probably home right this minute, wondering where we are while his daughters are sucking his cock for him. I really think that man has no self control. He used to be the stud of the century among the secretarial pool, but since he took up with his little girls, he's as meek as a lamb with strange women. I can get off on it on one level, but I really think it's awful! Sleeping with his own daughters, I mean!' she said self righteously.
Paul looked at her, his little eyes almost bulging out of his head. 'I don't really think there's anything wrong about sleeping with one's daughters. Morally, I mean. I know there's always the chance of producing a misfit child, or a birth defect or something, but that's not a moral question. There's no doubt that Daphne and Tricia are sexy little bitches. A man has, well, needs that must be satisfied.' As he spoke, his hand once again made contact with her cunt. Again, she squirmed out of his reach. As if to tease him, she scooped his hard-on up in her hands, after deftly opening his fly. Then she bent over, gave him a quick kiss on the cock, and jumped out of the car. She ran to the barn, with Paul close behind her.
She got there first, and she seemed to disappear. Paul ran after her, and found himself in the musty stillness of the ancient barn. Everything smelled like rotten vegetation and old horse manure. There was very little light. Paul stumbled around, until he felt something warm underfoot. Luckily, he caught himself, in the nick of time, and avoided stepping on Sue Carson.
Sue had been waiting for him. She was laying there, stark naked, on the old hay inside on the barn floor. While Paul was stumbling around looking for her, she had undressed and hidden her clothes nearby. Paul was able to see her pubic hairs bristle in the dark cool air. He felt his cock harden, and soon there was a hefty lump demanding release inside of his pants.
He fell to his knees and put his arms around Sue. She responded vigorously, pressing her generously proportioned cunt against his crotch. Again, he reached down to touch her pussy but she shook herself out of the way, and repositioned herself on the floor.
'What is this? A fucking game of cat and mouse? We're both adults here,' crankily complained Paul, wiping his dribbling cock with the flat of his hand in disgust.
'Now, now, baby. Just relax. A girl's got to get warmed up first. Why don't you use your lips on me a little bit?' she suggested. Paul gave her a soft kiss on the lips while his hands moved down lower to explore her cunt and her soft thighs. He realized that she was totally nude, a fact which he hadn't seemed to take notice of before.
'That's nice, honey, real nice. But I didn't want a kiss on the lips. I wanted you to kiss me on the cunt. You know, cunnilingus. Those two twins did a nice job on me, but I need the feel of a man's lips once in a while, I bet you're a real fine cunt-lapper!'
'Alright, I'll bite,' said Paul, with a touch of amusement in his voice. 'You're one of those demanding bitches I've been reading about in the newspapers. I bet you're all for that women's lib trash, aren't you?'
'If you wanted a blow-job, you'd ask me, wouldn't you?' she teased.
'Sure as hell.'
'Well, then. I'm asking you for a cunt-suck. Fair is fair.'
'Like I said, Sue, I'll do it now. But you'd better get used to the idea that I get sucked when I want it too. You better be prepared.'
'I'm no Boy Scout,' giggled Sue, 'anyway, who's to say what's going to happen. I'm not really planning on making this into a long term relationship.' With that, Sue pushed Paul's head towards her crotch. Paul saw the cunt approaching his face as if he were in a slow-motion movie clip. First, there was the indistinct mass of curly pubic hair. Then, the mass got more discernable. He could see the wet folds of the labia, and the little red clit button… Also, at the same time, he got a whiff of the heady aroma of fresh cunt. It was slightly sweetish, with a faint suggestion of fresh mold and fish, a damp musky scent. He opened his mouth, egged on by the pressure on the back of his head, and his tongue was soon probing the depths of her eager vagina. He held back for a second, savoring the delicate taste, then he dove right in.
'Suck me. Clean me out!' urged Sue. Once he got the first taste of cunt, Paul really didn't need any more encouragement. He was busy eating away, lapping at her pussy with loud smacking noises.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul was not one, to be easily ordered about by women. After he had been sucking for a few minutes, he shifted his body around, then he forced his cock into position near Sue's lips. She didn't see that there was any choice but to take the swollen member into her mouth and begin to suck. She was in the classic sixty-nine position. Paul strained his head in order to get his lips as close to her pussy as possible.
From the bizarre angles required by the sixty-nine position, it was hard to keep his mouth in close proximity with her clitoris. After a few minutes of futile struggle, he was stricken with an attitude of 'I don't care-ism' and he
