“Stop…” Sheen aunty begged softly and I immediately stopped.
“Ohh…” Dee sighed and shivered before she squatted down on the floor and let her slick, whitish cunt-cream splatter on the dark stone floor.
Dee clung to my left leg for support and Aunty Sheen leaned her weight on me in exhauster to my right. I rested my wet right hand below her giant, jutting ass cheeks and held her close, with her huge, soft motherly boobs pressing on my chest. Aunty Sheen had released my stiff, long cock in the throes of her orgasm and I hurried to put it back into the waistband. The thick, stretchy waistband was the only thing that could restrain my thick, huge erection. I looked up just in time to see another small group of tourists walk into the church. Thankfully, they went straight to the arch on the left of the door, so we went unnoticed for the moment.
“Shh!” I hissed a warning.
Dee immediately stood up straight and Aunty slid off to stand leaning on the wall. We acted casual and unobtrusively arranged our clothes. Dee’s white, watery cunt-cream had left a large splattered strain on the stone floor. Thankfully, none of it had gotten on my sneakers.
I opened the sling-bag and pulled out the pack of wet-wipes. I took a couple of the cool, moist tissues before passing the pack to Aunty Sheen. I used the moist tissue to wipe their slick, warm pussy juices off of both hands. In the meanwhile, Aunty and Dee tried to wipe their thick, slick thighs as best as they could while acting casual. Although none of the tourists had turned to look towards us, we were trying not to look too suspicious.
Once we cleaned up we decided to head out as the church was getting considerably crowded. We hurried out of the dark church and out into a light drizzle. The wind had slowed down considerably so the small water droplets fell down softly from the dark grey sky. My hard-on pressed against my flat tummy and I was very aroused. Dee suggested we could go to the rear-garden. So we walked around the side of the huge church and enjoyed the well-manicured lawns. Once we reached the back, we went to the thick growth of trees all the way at the rear of the church grounds.
Once there, we stopped under a small cluster of low, big-leaved trees to take shelter from the rain. Without even talking about it, the three of us wanted to smoke up so we found the perfect spot for it. From there, we could see over the foliage on to the enormous church grounds and the road that ran along the side of the property. We stood with our backs against a thick tree trunk, with Dee to my right and Aunty Sheen at my left. We slipped down the zipper and opened up our damp windcheaters.
Again, I dug around in the sling-bag around my shoulder and picked three thick, long joints from the oblong, metal pencil-case. Once I passed two along to my aunt and cousin I helped them light up with the disposable lighter. I lit my joint and kept the lighter but pulled the strings close over the bag’s opening.
“So, have you guys had your fill?” I asked with a smirk.
“Mm…” Dee hesitated.
“Actually, I think we hurried to our orgasms. It was thrilling but I can still feel my pussy asking for more.” Aunty Sheen grinned as she said this.
“Yes, that’s true.” Dee agreed with her mother.
“Hmm…” I mumbled and took a deep drag on my joint.
As I held in the smoke, I felt the weed take effect almost immediately. I felt the familiar tingling sensation.
“So I’ll make you cum again.” I said simply, looking at Dee and Aunty Sheen in turn and blowing out the acrid grey smoke.
It floated over our heads before dispersing in the soft, cold breeze. As we smoked, Dee turned to face me and leaned on me. So, I put my right under Dee’s windcheater and wrapped it around her curvy, lovely waist. I held the joint in my left hand and Dee held hers in the right. With her left hand, she pulled my waistband down and let up thick, semi-erect dick out of my sweatpants. Dee wrapped her soft palm around my thick, semi-stiff shaft and began stroking it. It responded almost immediately and jerked to its full length with her expert touch.
We smoked this way for some time. Then Dee started talking about the last time we had fucked on these very same church grounds. Barely a month had passed since Dee and I had come on a short trip to Goa. Aunty Sheen became excited as she got high. As Dee continued talking and smoking, Aunty Sheen reached out and opened the sling-bag. I watched her dig around till she grabbed her 6-inch long purple vibrator.
“Go on…” Aunty Sheen grinned and nodded encouragingly at her daughter.
Dee continued to explain in explicit detail the sneaky fuck we had had in the back courtyard of the old church building. Sheen aunty was listening and watching Dee’s face intensely. Just like that, aunty pulled her skirt up with her left hand. I watched with growing excitement as Aunty Sheen put the vibrator’s rounded tip on her dark, mature cunt before switching it on. It buzzed very softly and was barely audible. However, its effects were completely visible by my high and horny aunt’s lusty expressions. Aunty Sheen would take a deep drag on her joint and hold the smoke into her lungs while she listened to Dee and rubbed the buzzing toy gently over her thick, slick clit.
“Sweety… What happened next?” Aunty Sheen asked impatiently.
Dee had stopped at a crucial point to take a puff on her joint. Dee grinned at her mother’s impatience and continued the dirty discourse. Aunty Sheen took hurried puffs on her joint now and had started to insert the tip of her buzzing toy into her slick, wet cunt. Dee was squeezing my huge, hardened dick by then. It stood stiff and erect ahead of me. I was quite high and horny by then too.
“Mm… Hmm…. Mm…” Sheen aunty moaned and mumbled very softly throughout.
As the joints ended, we flung them on the wet, muddy ground and Aunty Sheen came to stand up close on my left. I reached out and grabbed her giant, soft mature ass-cheeks to pull her closer to me while she toyed with her pussy. Dee had a firm grip at the base of my thick, stiff cock. The multi-streaks of thick veins popped out on its huge, hard length.
“Oh shit!” Aunty Sheen cried out aloud as she climaxed.
She pushed the thin, plastic vibrator all the way inside her creaming, dark cunt and came hard. I held on to her huge, soft ass-cheek as best as I could with my left hand while her plump, stout body trembled and shivered. Dee grinned proudly and watched her mother climax hard with her narration skills. I grinned with excitement and intoxication too.
As we waited for Aunty Sheen to recover the light drizzle swiftly turned into rain. The bigger raindrops penetrated through the canopy above and splashed down on our heads. Aunty recovered quite fast at this. We didn’t want to get wet and spoil the high. As she shoved the slick, wet vibrator into the sling-bag, Dee suggested we go to the rear courtyard, because that was the closest place with a shade overhead. The courtyard was surrounded on four sides by a raised, covered corridor which could protect us from the rain.