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| As he came with a smothered scream Now, her hand went to her hairy twat, stroking the bush that the fan was slowly drying from its pearly sweat They had been on a car tour of the Atlas Mountains in eastern Morocco, Fran Jefferies and her sister — Terry’s mother — and Terry She sucked it all up, then dribbled her piss-spit onto Terry’s rigid, shaking pole After the briefest second, when they lay there panting, and she could stroke his hip one tender instant, they picked themselves up Mrs She sprayed and dribbled She would drink lots of bottled water, then call for a piss stop He looked at her smooth behind Terry, dizzy with potency, was a boy becoming a stallion After lunch, Fran decided to confirm It was true; the boy got hot at the sound of pissing And the way there was piss She put her hand down to collect the last drops She kept him close, again on the pretext of guarding her There was already blood in the vulva, making it tender, so tender and hungry for that stiff little boy’s stiff little man His first anal fuck Deliberately, Fran tormented him through the day Getting the expected gasp from Terry, she checked her flow Fran had anticipated the five-second fireworks His mouth dust-dry despite the wetness surrounding them and pattering on the tiled hotel bathroom, Terry shoved his stiffness at the tight but welcoming hole Legs wide, she dribbled one last long dribble of water on the sand His hammer, or at least the blood in the hammer was beating When they got as far east as they could go, Terry’s mother Nina was urgently called back to Paris, where she was working with Doctors Without Borders As the water reached his sandals and the boy shuddered, Fran said: You can take it out Hotter between her legs and hornier than she could remember And brown all over, indicating she had been sunbathing nude, a lot She sprayed her water on his sandaled feet These aren’t bad tits, she pondered, stroking the twin tits that even when she was lying flat made succulent mounds; there was muscle in her boobs and muscle in her steaming cunt, ready to clamp on somebody’s rigid appendage She pushed it encouragingly at her sphincter, now wet with the soft, warm water And show me how hard that thing is Mrs Jefferies! I…Mrs Jefferies! I…I… Fran He was on his knees Jefferies… I’m going to… Fran commanded him to sit Je… So she caught a feeder flight from Fez and left sister Fran and Terry to get the car back to Casablanca In between stops, she would drop piss into the conversation, talking about how the water they were drinking was pure, and how the body purified it even more, adding taste and aroma, and that it could be held in the bladder, but not for long Fran had been jealous of Terry from when he was a baby As the orgasm peaked, they cried helplessly, then collapsed, rolling helpless in the sand and dirt In the next room, a sweating Terry was standing in the bathroom, a tap dripping water insistently and noisily into the hand basin while he whipped his meat like a hygiene fascist brushes teeth: short, sharp, desperate tugs And in a hotel in Casablanca with his mother’s elder sister But Fran was hatching a plan, and, as she slammed the door, throwing herself on the bed and kicking her Samsonite away from the door in the same motion, she lifted her thin dress and spread her legs wide on the bed to let the air conditioning fan her hot, middle-aged pussy By the second time, Fran realised that he was taking his dick out as she gushed Fran…Mrs Jefferies…Mrs Fran…NNNGGGHHHAAAAAAAA! It had lasted all of a minute, but it was the most intense minute of Terry’s young life And his second only fuck Lying there, her heavy breasts heaving, she wanted cock like she had never wanted before She approached and stood before him Don’t worry dear, she said slowly The incessant water drinking and water talk was making Terry hot and even more confused Sit on that rock Her skin felt tighter all over Pee By evening, they were both so horny they could toss matadors Fran bitterly regretted the advance booking that gave them separate rooms He obeyed her, and turned, fumbling at his pants, finally producing — or rather releasing with some difficulty — his thick, red, glistening dick She would get him with bladder liquid She would drive a little way off the road, not too far as to be foolhardy, then she would ask for Terry to stand watch while she relieved herself Terry had no plan, just a unarticuated desire to get into that soaking vagina She thought for a wicked second: And you can do my back Just turn your back and don’t look while your Auntie has a moment of untaxed pleasure, if you excuse the expression So she fed the urine out slowly, to hear him heavily panting behind the nearest big bush Fran felt the boy’s heat and power Take it out and turn around That transparent, almost scentless, string of liquid diamonds She made Terry stand extra close, because of the nearby village Something in the Sudan Don’t look You’ve been pulling at that when I’ve been peeing, all this trip But then Fran noticed something arresting when they made an off-road piss stop With Terry’s back turned, she took off her panties, sweaty now from the driver’s seat, wiped them thoroughly on her pussy, then squatted Jefferies…he started, nervously She would consent to stop when he needed, but would always pointedly say she didn’t need to pee He looked at the admission of his lust They would drive, stop at marketplaces and go through the motions of taking pictures, stop for water and melons but close to lunchtime they were getting sick of each other She found a spot protected by rocks on a rocky road used presumably by carts As she made him wait Fran had peed audibly and with a great, audible sigh of pleasure, with Terry within earshot It’s Fran And as he grew up, he in turn grew to despise his feisty but unfriendly aunt The first gush hit the soft sand on the rocky incline, puffing up a cloud of dust and making the sound almost of a garden hose on cement He visualised it wet with piss and with longing No! I didn’t pull while you were… Peeing? Pissing? Passing water? Tinkling? She paused All Terry had time to say was: Mrs His face was frozen into disbelieving ecstasy With Terry gathering courage – or at least more fear of turning back now – and Mrs Jefferies’ firm pushes, the trembling, engorged penis somehow, slowly, but deeper with each shove, entered the anus I… She reached round and guided his dick to her arsehole NNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAAAA! Her plan covered this They checked into a hotel only a last day’s drive from their destination, Casablanca, and a shared flight home After only a short while, she made the pretence of needing a piss stop But you have been naughty with that little thing of yours Terry was sure that his heart and dick were making equally loud sounds As Terry both fought for breath and bayed at the sun and the sky, Fran opened her closed fist, producing the moist panties A nurse with oxygen, she clamped them firmly over Terry’s nose and mouth, stifling his scream but putting new steel into his burning piston She was on all fours on the floor of the bathroom, the shower curtain pulled back and the water splaying both of them It practically sizzled Oh, Mrs She adjusted her position then let her piss go Either way, the white paste gets spat out, and it hit the hand-towels by the basin with force Mrs Then directed the flow towards reach his sandaled feet Put it in The next day, their last one, Fran’s plan went into effective action Go on, Terry, she said Jefferies, no! But now his hand was moving faster on his thick javelin Mrs Jefferies, I’m sorry This was extremely bad for all three, but especially for the two left in each other’s company Both of them groaned heavily with each motion, the groans louder with each sudden increase in speed Almost the last she had The boy went very quiet, for a long while when they got back in the car, and she believed he was even struggling with an erection in his shorts Fran said: Let’s get to the hotel and wash this dust off And though never married, Fran knew that men who happened to come her way, while seldom staying, always left satisfied She spread her legs wider She rode him with purpose and pleasure — sheer, lustful, dirty, incestuous, perverted joy Holding lookout, in fact Fran was the older sister, and had filled out some, but had never been jealous of her sibling Terry was focused, transfixed on his Aunt Fran’s hairy, hairy, dark pussy spraying that sweet piss at the Moroccan sand! He could hear the sound, almost smell the light nectar of piss It was on a rocky slope above a valley village I’ll wait in the car and read the map Oh, I can hardly wait, she said In mid-afternoon, with only a last short haul to Casablanca, Fran found her spot She controlled the pissing She pissed slower, down to drops at times, silently thanking her well-exercised pussy muscles She brought extra water along so they would not have to stop Couldn’t-catch-his-breath hot But it was not to last Oooh! Oooh! As she stroked, her back arched She sensed that it had some kind of effect on him The orgasm was the greatest they had known — Terry simply because it was his very first, Fran because…well, because his dick was the hardest she had every ridden Gee, I’d love a pee! Do you mind if we stop? I’ve really got to go But confused and unable to understand what to do Sit And they came like a train collision, she the freight train, Terry the other locomotive I want to see it You like that, don’t you Terry? Pull it now, then She accepted it now She wanted that boy’s prick in her pussy, wanted to squeeze tight her nephew’s rod in her aching cunt Fran lowered herself onto his quivering penis She knew it It was round, large and firm All that stored up Evian All in the same day They headed back, but the first half day wasn’t fun We’ll take a shower |
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