My wife Julia was out of town for two days visiting relatives, which gave me an opportunity to invite my nephew Jack and his girlfriend Hannah down for dinner. Both were recent college graduates and had gotten good jobs in a town about 40 miles north of us. Julia and I had been to their apartment on occasion for dinner and I wanted to return the favor.
Jack's a good kid. He's 6-1, 230 pounds and in great shape, as you would expect from a former football player. Hannah is a petit young woman, with wavy brown hair and a killer smile. I often wondered how she survived when she and Jack had sex.
Anyway, we went to a nice restaurant and because I was driving, I didn't drink. Both Jack and Hannah had a couple glasses of wine.
About midway through the meal, the conversation turned to sex and Jack asked me what was the most outrageous thing Julia and I had ever done sexually. Though I was a little uncomfortable discussing this with my sister's son, I told him the story about the time Julia and I were newlyweds and had been invited by our upstairs neighbors, Brad and Jessy, for dinner.
"They were a nice looking couple," I said. "As we were eating dessert, the guy asked us if we might be interested in doing a little swap. Your aunt has never been very adventurous and I expected to reject that suggestion immediately and leave. But she didn't and seemed, well, to want to give it a try. I don't know if it was the wine talking or what, but ten minutes later all four of us were on their couch, Julia with Brad, me with Jesse. We were making out and I glanced over and Brad had Julia's legs spread wide and his hand up her skirt. His other hand was pinching her nipples. Julia was squirming all over the place, so I knew exactly what he was doing. I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and put my hand up Jesse's skirt. The moment I touched her ... um ..."
"Pussy, uncle Frank," Jack said. "We've both heard the word."
"Okay. The moment I touched her pussy, she froze, pushed my hand away, got up and left the room. Brad followed her and closed the door to their bedroom. We could hear them arguing. They were gone so long, we eventually got up and left. A week later, I got a new job and we moved out. We never saw Brad and Jesse again."
"And that's it?" asked Jack. "Nothing else?"
"No, as I say, your aunt isn't really the type. I think she got a little carried away that night. Not since, though."
Across the table, Hannah was blushing, but Jack was laughing.
"Enough," I said. "Let's go home."
By the time we got back to our condo, it was late and I was concerned about Jack and Hannah driving home. I offered them our guest bedroom and they accepted. Obviously, they had no overnight clothes, so I let them rummage through our closets for something to wear.
I was watching TV when they joined me in the living room. Jack was wearing a pair of my pajama bottoms and nothing else. Hannah had settled on one of my sleeveless workout shirts ... and nothing else. The hem of the shirt that showed a lot of her legs and barely covered her ass. When she sat down on the couch across from me, the shirt rose up a bit, revealing just a hint of her white panties. Jack joined her and we started watching an old sci-fi movie about mutant ants. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack absently stroking Hanna's left leg. Or maybe not so absently. Every time his hand came up, it pushed the shirt bottom a little higher. Soon, I could see more than a hint of her panties.
Hannah saw me watching and pushed Jack's hand away. He stopped for a while, but a few minutes later he was back at it. He kept going, lifting shirt until the sides of her panties were completely uncovered. He pushed his hand between her legs, which were clamped tightly shut. But he kept up the pressure and slowly but surely her legs came apart. A quarter of an inch. Half an inch. A full inch. Then they splayed opened completely. Jack's fingers danced across Hannah's panty clad cunt and then applied pressure. Her breathing turned ragged and I could see a stain spreading across the gusset.
They kissed. Jack snaked his hand inside the armhole of the shirt and began playing with Hannah's nipples. His pajamas tented. Hannah noticed and apparently without a second thought fished out his cock. I was, to say the least, shocked. And so fucking turned on I couldn't stand it.
The two of them continued to kiss and grope and it wasn't long before Jack's fingers pushed aside Hannah's panties, revealing a lush growth of pubic hair. At the sight, I decided I couldn't just sit there passively and watch. Either I went to my bedroom and closed the door or I joined in. A millisecond later my mind was made up. I unzipped my jeans, withdrew my cock and began to masturbate. A small moan escaped my lips.
Hannah cut her eyes in my direction, smiled, and held out her free hand. Was she inviting me to join them? Really?
Slowly, I stood, my cock poking through the opening in my pants and bobbing before me. I'd never been so hard. On shaky legs I stepped to the couch and sat beside Hannah. Now she was sandwiched between us, two very horny men with hard, throbbing cocks. Hannah licked her lips and grasped my hardness. Like with Jack, she began to jerk me off.
Neither Jack nor I have a penis of the gigantic proportions I so often read about. His was about 7½ inches long and slender, mine a half-inch shorter and thicker. Hannah seemed to be enjoying what we had, not what we didn't.
After a few minutes, she let go of our cocks and stood and removed the shirt. Her breasts were small as befitting her size, but there was enough there to satisfy. Jack and I moved simultaneously to suckle her nipples. He took the right, me the left, and she sighed in pleasure.
Soon she pushed us away and had me scoot next to Jack. Hannah knelt and took Jack's cock in her mouth. She licked it for a few moments and then moved to mine. I'd never been so aroused. I was just about to cum when she went back to Jack. She kept this up, going back and forth. By this time both Jack and I were breathing heavily.
Then Hannah did something that startled me. As her mouth closed over my cock once again, she took my left hand and placed it on Jack's cock. I froze. I'd never felt another man before. Never even thought about it. Hell, I'd never seen another man with an erection before. Beyond that, this was my nephew, someone I'd held as a baby. I'd changed his diapers, played football in the backyard with him, helped him with his homework. And yet, I didn't remove my hand. I didn't know what Jack was thinking, but his cock twitched in my hand. It was wondrous. Soft, yet hard. Jesus, was I really doing this? Was I really masturbating my nephew while his girlfriend sucked my cock?
Hannah switched again and was licking my fingers as I pumped Jack's dick. Hannah glanced up at me and with another arch of her eyebrows invited me to join her. I hesitated, but she reached up and placed a hand at the back of my head. Gently pulled me downward. Suddenly, I was an inch away from Jack's wet cock. Again, a first for me. I've never even fantasized about sucking cock, let alone find myself about to actually do it.
I had no idea where the hell this was going, but I suddenly knew I was all in for whatever happened. Tentatively, I extended my tongue. I was close enough now to smell his musky scent of sweat and piss and sexual desire. Then it happened. I was licking Jack's penis. My nephew's marvelous, veiny, hard as nails penis.
At my tongue's touch his cock twitched and he expelled a mouthful of air. Hannah and I began to take turns lapping his shaft. I'm not totally aware of when exactly I covered it entirely with my mouth, but I did. Jack grabbed my head with both hands and started to thrust his cock in and out, fucking my mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Jack says. "That's it, Uncle Frank. Suck me. Suck my cock. Oh, god, that's good. That's it. That's it. Yeah."
His hips bucked and I tried to pull back, but Hannah pushed my head back down onto his pole.
As his hips pistoned, Jack's ass bounced up off the couch.
"Oh," he cried. "Take it, take it down your throat you fucker. That's it! Ugh. Ugh. Ugh."
He stiffened and filled my mouth with his cum.
"Swallow!" Hannah commanded, and I did, the thick briny liquid sliding down my throat. I couldn't gulp it down fast enough, however, and some of his cum dribbled down my chin.
"Don't waste it," Hannah said, and began slurping up the overflow, licking my cheek and chin.
As Jack came down from his orgasm, I lifted my head. I pulled my head back, assuming Jack would go limp. He didn't. His cock was still stiff as a board.
He smiled at me, flashing his perfectly even white teeth.
