All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old
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Claude James inverted the leather dice cup on the heavy coffee table with a loud pop. He pulled back the shaker with flourish, revealing the colorful array of cubes with their next set of instructions for the Naughty Spots players.
18-year old Nel Martin, just days shy of four months pregnant by her Uncle Claude, stood naked beside John Taylor, resting her right hand lightly on his bare shoulder as he sat, clad only in socks and Jockey shorts, on a leather loveseat opposite his nude 19-year old daughter, Megan.
Megan sat to Claude's left, on the matching settee, with her right arm loosely around his bare back, her hand flat on his hip with her right thumb hooked casually in the waistband of his boxers. Apart from the shorts, Claude's only raiment was a single wool sock on his left foot.
The quartet stared dumbstruck at the 30 pips scattered like ants at a picnic across the thick, polished, burl tabletop. Claude announced the roll to the group: "Controller is a 6 requiring an ACT... but everyone is immune and the roll is a washout. We each could put a piece of clothing back on..." He paused and looked across at Nel's pussy and her burgeoning belly. "But, I think we should take this roll as an omen and declare the game over with no winners or losers. I think the 'ACT' should be 'Get in the hot tub, everyone!'" He laughed and challenged, "Any arguments against that?"
John stood and hugged Nel close to his ribs. Her hand slid down his spine and cupped his right ass cheek. He turned his face, gave Nel a fleeting kiss on her lips and said, "Great idea, Claude. The water should be right. There won't be a moon to speak of, since it was new on Thursday, but..." He looked through the plate-glass picture window by the spiral stair. "The sky is cloud-free with no light pollution... Should be a pretty night to soak." He returned to Nel's pliant mouth and stayed longer, slipping his left hand along her ribs from her breast to her baby bump and patting her lightly. "Sit on my lap?" He asked, softly. She squeezed his taut butt and nodded.
Claude rose from the loveseat, while Megan sat motionless holding his elasticized shorts waist in a tight grip. These were pulled down as he stood up. His 7 1/2" cock slapped once against his abs, as it sprung loose, then stood rampant in the flickering firelight from the hearth. Megan grinned, as John and Nel laughed, and Claude, flummoxed by his sudden exposure, spread his hands and said, "What's there to say?" He looked over at John and added, "I bet you're in the same condition, Johnny, but those briefs have you all strapped down."
Megan bent her head over Claude's fat mushroom. Her curly dark hair shadowed his stalk from the Coleman lantern light behind and above her. She kissed the velvet surface then quickly consumed the bell. Claude reflexively closed his hands behind her neck and moaned his appreciation as Megan's tongue traversed his split.
Nel spun and side-stepped. Facing John she shot her hands beneath his underpants and drove them to mid-thigh. "Let's just see if you're right, Uncle Claude!" She declared. John's somewhat shorter, and proportionately slimmer, erection was, indeed, eager to bounce free. Nel thrilled as it jumped from its cage and rubbed her tummy. She stepped close and trapped the thick stick between John's slight paunch and her own dome. "Mmmmm! It's true, it's true!" She murmured, as her mouth kissed its way quickly over John's burly chest from one hairy hard nipple to the next. John burrowed his fingers in her short boxy haircut and winked at Claude over Nel's head.
Claude smiled blissfully with half-lidded eyes.
Megan turned Claude's hips, pivoting him to square up between her open legs as she sat before his crotch on the sofa. The improved angle gave her full access, of which she was happily took advantage. She leaned in, sliding Claude's tuber across her tongue to the back of her mouth. His hands moved on her neck with her, not forcing her forward, but effectively preventing her retreat. Megan tenderly teased his balls in her left hand while her right thumb and first two fingers formed a cock-ring around his dick and a squeezed, moving from its base to her pulsing lips and back.
John, retaining his right hand on top of Nel's pate, urged her downward. She followed his lead and squatted, then knelt, fluttering luscious kisses along her path until his plump pickle poked itself past her lips and into her avid mouth. She eagerly swallowed his shaft and backed off, repeatedly pulling his buttocks to her face. He gently gyrated his gimbaling hips. She took him ever deeper, let him fuck her upper throat, stopping just short of her gag reflex on each thrust.
Claude was whistling through his mouth as Megan steamed his prick in hers, squashing him between her palate and tongue, stretching her cheeks over his bulb. Her cunt tingled as she felt the great vein under Claude's cock throb. She tightened her grasp on his retracting nuts and pinched her fingers hard around his pole. "AARRGGHH!" Claude cried as he let loose, pulling Megan's head hard to his crotch and flexing in the vacuum of her cavity.
John was seemingly oblivious to the action just feet away. "Hyunh! Hyunh! Hyunh!" He chuffed with each forward stroke. Nel spread his cheeks with her hands and augered her right middle finger into his anus while her left hand, reaching below and through from the rear, clutched his scrotum and still dangling eggs. John now was lunging back and forth without encouragement. Nel tugged his nutsack and wiggled her digit in his rectum. "Hyunh! Hyunh! Hyunh!" John's chest labored. He felt his pressure rising to its release point. When he heard Claude shout, John echoed the triumph. "YAAHHHHH! Oh BAYYYBY!" He crunched his gut and exploded.
Megan and Nel were each tickled by their lovers' streaming seed. They giggled as they slurped, neither breaking her man's momentum, keeping their pursed lips hermetically sealed about the spurting founts until the writhing, hopping snakes in their mouths lay as quietly, warmly, shrinking weights.
