Trish Strips at my Aunt's Wake! Ch. 03

The mortician left, and it grew eerily quiet inside the church. I reached out and fondled Trish's soft tits in my hands, squeezing them thoroughly. She sighed, as I continued to grope her; before dropping down and sucking on her thick nipples.

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?" she inquired. "You love doing this to me, don't you Jack?"

"Yes I do." I replied, as a distant peal of thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance. "I've fantasized about you for so long, Trishy. Or should I call you 'Squishy Trishy,' with these soft, saggy tits of yours? Here's something to make you even squishier."

With that, I inserted my middle finger into her cunt, which was still rather juicy from her earlier series of fear induced orgasms, and began to finger fuck her. Trish's lower lip quivered a bit as I slid it in and out. She reached down and began to rub her clit with her right hand, while massaging her tits feverishly with the other.

"It feels good!" she whispered. "Jesus Christ Jack, make me cum again!"

I guided her backwards to a cloth draped table, and laid her gently onto her back, where I continued to finger her for another minute or so, before I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled my pants down and slid my cock into her soaking wet cunt instead; savoring that taboo moment of finally fucking her for the first time. My cock slid in all the way to the hilt, and I paused for a moment, before drawing it back, and then going to town on her sopping wet cunt.

Trish's soft tits were sliding up and down her chest, as I slammed her cunt, and she grunted in pleasure. It didn't take long before she was ready to cum again, and she was definitely loud about her ardor.

"Oh fuck, Jack!" she hollered. "I'm gonna cum again! Keep fucking me, you perverted bastard. Oh shit, you're gonna make me cum!"

With that, her entire body shuddered in response to the powerful orgasm that was coursing through her loins. Her cunt clamped down around my dick, and I felt warm, wet juices, dribble onto my balls as her orgasm crested. That was more than enough to send me over the edge, and I shot a thick load deep inside of her belly, as I climaxed as well.

I kept my cock inside of her for a minute or so, as we both panted heavily and caught our breath. It was only then, that the reality of everything actually sank in. I had just fucked my cousin and cum inside of her cunt!

Trish brought the back of her hand up to her mouth, as she realized it as well. While fucking your cousin is not illegal in any state, there was still the subtle, taboo thrill of incest, in what we had just done.

"Oh my god, Jack!" she whispered, "we just fucked! And you came in me!"

"And we fucked in church too." I observed. "Lucky we're not Catholic, or we'd both be going to Hell right about now."

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, as I finally pulled out of her. "Help me sit up, would you?"

I took her hands, and lifted her to a sitting position on the table. My gaze was once again drawn immediately to her saggy, hanging hooters. Trish saw me staring at them and exhaled loudly.

"Well, I guess we've finally gone and done it." she sighed. "You were right, Jack. I have wanted you too; and for just as long. What do we do now?"

"We go home and go through the will together." I responded. "You have a long drive back to your house, so why don't you just leave your car here, and ride back with me? You can take a shower and stay at my place until the funeral, if you'd like. I have plenty of room, and it's not like you need any extra clothes or anything."

Trish nodded in reply; smirking at my comment about her not needing any clothes for the duration of her stay.

"Okay." she agreed. "Let me find my shoes, and we can leave."

The rumbling peals of thunder were growing much louder as the approaching storm cell drew ever closer, and the sound of large raindrops falling on the roof in loud splats suddenly began; quickly increasing in both volume and frequency. Trish found her clothes and picked them up, gazing somewhat sadly at her wardrobe.

"I'll kind of miss wearing these," she sighed, "but at least I can still wear my shoes. What should I do with my clothes, Jack?"

"Well," I replied thoughtfully, "I guess if you mean all of your clothes, you can donate them to the Starvation Army or something, but if you are referring to the ones you have in your hands, just bring them back with us. I can either throw them away, or you can add them to what you want to donate."

A deafening clap of thunder startled the both of us, and I put my arm around her waist and ushered her toward the door. We exited into the warm and humid, tropical-like evening, and the door closed behind us.

"Wait here." I instructed. "I'll go get the car and pick you up."

We were standing under the portico on the left side of the church, where the hearses would pull up and load the caskets for transport. It was in fact, where poor Auntie Em would herself, soon be ceremoniously put into the rear of an expensive automobile after the funeral in a few days, and taken to the cemetery.

I dashed through the large raindrops to get to my car before the storm really hit. Just as I closed the door behind me and turned the key in the ignition, a blinding flash of lightning and a deafening clap of thunder almost immediately afterward, seemed to open the skies into a raucous deluge of rain. I piloted the car through the downpour and into the dry safety of the portico, as the rain poured down all around us. Trish opened the door and stuck her head and torso in, dropping her clothes and shoes into the back seat, before looking at me.

"Jack," she said in a quiet but urgent tone, "there's something I've always wanted to do, but have never had the opportunity to do so until now. I want to run around the parking lot in the pouring rain and just stand there in it like a shower, and masturbate. I want to cum in the rain. It must feel so good!

I nodded in acknowledgment.

"Go ahead." I responded. "I'll turn the heat on for you."

Trish smiled warmly at me.

"Thank you." she replied. "I wish there was some mud too."

I was of course, blindsided by all of this, but I did my best to handle the situation.

"I have a nice backyard." I replied. "I don't see why we can't make a mud hole if you want to roll around in it."

"Oh thank you!" she exclaimed, and then dashed into the deluge of heavy rain, seemingly oblivious of the thunderstorm that was accompanying it.

I turned my phone on, and filmed her darting about the well-lit parking lot in the rain, playing with herself as she did so. Trish finally stopped underneath one of the bright LED lights and lifted her arms to the sky while tilting her head back. Slowly but surely, her right hand went for her cunt, and she began playing with herself in full view of my camera.

It didn't take long, and soon she was writhing about in ecstasy; bellowing over the sound of the pouring rain as she came. Trish dropped to her knees as she continued to cum, and then rolled over onto her back on the pavement, letting the rain beat down upon her nude body. She laid there for a few minutes, before finally staggering to her feet and walking barefoot nude back to my car.

"Feel good?" I inquired, as she stopped outside the open door.

I handed her a towel that I keep in the car for wrapping frozen foods, and she dried herself off and then tousled her hair with it, before plopping into the seat next to me. She was shivering, so I cranked the heat up all the way too help warm her unclothed body back up.

"Oh my fucking god!" she exclaimed. "Did it ever! It was wonderful, Jack. I came so hard. It felt sooo fucking good!"

"I know." I responded. "I've done it before, myself."

Trish seemed surprised.

"Really?" she inquired. "When?"

"All the time." I admitted. "As long as it's warm enough. I love to jerk off in the rain, Trish. I'd love to fuck in it sometime too, if you're game."

"Okay." she responded through chattering teeth. "It sounds nice enough."

"Trish," I said quietly, "you're freezing. Put your clothes back on."

"But the will says-" she protested.

"Sam still has to file the paperwork in the morning to get you registered as an official nudist." I replied gently. "It's still illegal for you to be nude in public. So for now, put your clothes back on and warm up. When we get to the house, you can take a hot shower and I'll make you a cup of cocoa, okay?"

She nodded and retrieved her clothes from the back seat; pulling her skirt back on as I headed out of the parking lot. I did reach out and squeeze her left tit one last time as she put her blouse back on though, just for good measure.

"You really do like doing that, don't you?" she giggled, as I massaged her squishy squeeze-bag. "God Jack, you are such a perv, but I'm kind of starting to like it. It really stimulates me. I love having my titties played with like that; squeezed, pulled on and stretched out, sucked on..."

"I'm going to do it all the time," I replied, as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the empty roadway, "so get used to it. Maybe I'll even hang you by them if you'd like. That will REALLY stretch them out!"

"I've always wanted to try that." she responded, much to my surprise. "I'm game if you are."

It took about twenty minutes to get back to my house, and Trish was frigging herself again, by the time we got there. God, what a fucking nympho! She was going to keep me busy, that was for certain. I pulled into the garage, and we exited the car.

"Home sweet home!" I said enthusiastically, as we entered the kitchen.

The house was a medium sized brick ranch located in the outskirts of the county; nothing huge, but still roomy. It sat on three acres of a mostly wooded lot, on a quiet dead end road, so it was pretty secluded.

"This is a nice house, Jack." Trish observed. "It's nice and private."

"Perfect for being nude." I responded with a smile. "That's why I bought it. Now though, I can get a huge piece of land somewhere in a rural county and build from scratch. In the meantime, you are welcome to stay here with me if you'd like. Get you out of that cubicle you live in, up in Capital City."

"It's a studio apartment." she informed me.

"Same thing." I replied. "Now take your clothes off. I'll show you where the shower is."

Trish nodded and started to unbutton her blouse again.

"No!" I exclaimed. "Skirt first, this time."

"Okay." she responded.

She pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it, kicking it to one side and then unbuttoned her top, letting it fall open to reveal those dreamy tubular tits of hers. She pulled her blouse back and let it fall from her shoulders to the floor.

"Like that?" she inquired.

"Perfect!" I said with a huge smile. "That's the way uh-huh uh-huh, I like it; uh-huh uh-huh. Do it that way at the courthouse tomorrow. Now, follow me to the bathroom, so you can get a nice, hot shower and warm back up."

Trish shrugged and followed me into the can. I handed her a fluffy blue bath towel, and motioned for her to put it over the shower rod.

"Time to check my email!" I said cheerfully, as I exited the bathroom; leaving the door wide open.

"Don't I get any privacy?" she hollered.

I ducked my head back in, to see her nude body engulfed in cascading water and shook my head.

"Nope. Enjoy your shower, Trish."

With that, I stripped my own clothes off and headed straight for my home office to wake my desktop computer back up. I was desperately hoping that someone might have sent me some raw footage of Trish removing her clothes, so I could lay back in my reclining office chair, and jerk off to the wonderful sight. If worse came to worse, I could always download my phone footage of her masturbating completely nude in the rain.

My thoughts of jerking off to the sight of her stripping were interrupted by the sound of her moaning loudly from the bathroom. The computer was still trying to wake up, so I made my way back to the bathroom, where to my surprise and delight, Trish was holding the detachable shower head against her cunt, with her eyes shut and her head tilted back.

"Fuck the video!" I thought to myself, as I began masturbating to the sight of her nude body in real time.

I stepped into the bathroom and started jerking off in plain view of her. She still hadn't seen me yet, so I moved in closer for a better view.

"God, you're beautiful!" I whispered, before I was able to stop myself.

Trish opened her eyes slightly, but continued using the shower head as a sex toy. Her impending orgasm was apparently far more important than any feelings of dignity she had at the moment.

"Perv!" she whispered back. "Like what you see?"

Rather than answering my stunning cousin, I instead stepped into the shower with her and began squeezing her soft, saggy cylinders of tit flesh in my hands. The increased stimulation sent her over the top, and she climaxed rather loudly.

Trish replaced the shower head into its clip, and I gently turned her around to face me. I pulled her tightly against me, and we embraced for close to a minute, before kissing rather passionately. Tepid water cascaded all over us, as we shared the moment. I fondled her droopy boobs a bit more, and then stepped back.

"It's my turn." I said quietly, as I turned the water off and reached for my own towel.

Trish took the other one, and we both dried off.

"Would you like a blowjob?" she inquired quietly and somewhat respectfully. "I'll swallow if you'd like."

"I'll take a rain check if I may." I replied. "I would love for you to suck my dick and swallow my load, but right now, I want to lay back and jack off to the sight of you stripping earlier tonight."

Trish nodded understandingly.

"May I watch?" she asked somewhat shyly.

I was shocked at her request. Pleasantly so, I might add. It just took me by surprise.

"Sure." I managed to answer.

She followed me to the office, where the old desktop beast had finally awakened from its slumber and stirred back to life. It was definitely time to run a full diagnostic and defrag once again; POS Windows 10. I checked my email, and to my surprise, there were three notifications titled, "Trish Stripping."

I opened the first one, and it began downloading immediately. Suddenly, there was my beautiful cousin looking rather ill, as she began removing her clothes. It was a good vantage point too; almost directly in front of her. I reclined the chair and locked it into position, as I began jerking off to the sight of Trish taking her clothes off.

"Oh my god!" I groaned, as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Take it off, Trish! Take it all off for me! Take off all of your fucking clothes!"

By the time she leaned over to pull her skirt down, I was ready to cum. I managed to hold out for a few seconds more, however, until she straightened back up; standing in front of everyone in attendance, fully nude. At that point, I let it all go.

"Oh my fucking god, Trish!" I burst out, as spurts of hot semen sailed over my head, and then struck me in the face and neck. "You're totally fucking nude! Oh my fucking god!!! Oh Trishhh!"

My voice trailed off, and when I finally stopped ejaculating, Trish gently spun the chair around, so that I was facing her. I was panting heavily, and she smiled gently.

"I've never had anyone pleasure themselves so intently to me before." she stated. "That was hot, Jack. I'd like to watch you again sometime, if I may."

I nodded in reply and stood up, cum running down my cheek, neck and stomach.

"I think I need to get back into the shower again." I mumbled, heading back toward the bathroom.

I turned the water on and stepped inside, and to my surprise, Trish rejoined me a few moments later.

"I kind of like this." she admitted. "It's fun and yet taboo at the same time. You were right."

I soaped up and rinsed off, and we once again, embraced and kissed for quite some time. By now, it was past midnight and we were both exhausted. Not only from the physical side of the evening, but from the mental toll it had taken on us as well. Especially her.

We dried off for the second time and headed for bed, but I had to send a quick text to Sam first. I retrieved my phone to let him know that I wanted Trish to be at the courthouse complex in person the following morning, when the paperwork was filed, so that she would be forced to not only strip in public, but have to walk out of the courthouse and down the sidewalk completely nude.

A few seconds later came the reply: "Meet you there at 9:00 AM."

We entered the gray concrete building at exactly nine o'clock, and met up with Sam at the County Registrar's office.

"Good morning, Mr. Jones." the receptionist greeted Sam cordially. "Do you have some paperwork to file with us today?"

"I do." he replied. "This is all regarding an estate and a couple of trusts, but I also have a nudist to register as well. Mandatory, I might add."

He pointed to Trish.

"Let's get her out of the way first, so that she can adjust to her new life as soon as possible."

With that, he placed the document that she had signed the previous evening on the counter.

"Last chance to bow out, Trish." he said solemnly. "As soon as she clamps the state seal on that piece of paper, there is no going back."

Trish took a deep breath and nodded.

"I'm ready!" she said defiantly. "Stamp it!"

With that, the notary placed the seal over Trish's signature and squeezed it into the document. It was done; her fate was sealed. No pun intended.

"You are now required to remove your clothes for the final time." Sam stated. "If you are ever caught wearing clothes again in public, you will lose your entire inheritance and be subject to civil and possibly criminal penalties as well. Got it?"

Trish nodded and reached down to drop her skirt and step out of it. She kicked it to one side and began unbuttoning her blouse, but I had a better idea.

"Stop." I instructed. "Come here."

She did as she was told, and approached me. I reached out, grabbed her collars and ripped her top wide open, popping the buttons off, exposing her soft tits and causing them to jiggle in a rather arousing manner. I then tore the blouse to shreds and tossed it into a nearby trash receptacle. Sam picked her skirt up and destroyed it in a similar fashion.

"Miss Cruise," the receptionist said in a calm yet stern voice, "here is your paperwork proving that you are now a registered mandatory nudist. You are clothes-free to leave."

"I'll be in touch!" Sam called out, as we exited the office and into the crowded hallway of the court building.

The din of voices suddenly stopped, and you could have heard a pin drop. Several gasps could be heard over the eerie silence, as we walked down the marble lined hallway. Only the sound of Trish's stiletto heels clicking on the polished Terrazzo floor were audible, as we walked past the security checkpoint, and into the open air of Uptown.

Trish was beaming at her situation, and she continued strutting proudly down the courthouse steps and onto the sidewalk, where we had a two block walk back to the car. Horns honked excitedly, and a loud screeching of brakes - followed by the sound of thin, crunching metal - indicated someone was watching her more intently than the traffic in from of him or her. I glanced over my shoulder, to see a small sedan with its nose firmly up the ass of a large SUV, and steam was already issuing from the damaged radiator.

"Way to go, Trish!" I snickered. "Looks like you have a fan club already."

She giggled in response.

"Where to now?" she inquired.

"The mall." I replied coolly. "I want you to get your registry number tattooed onto the small of your back, so you don't have to worry about wearing an ID bracelet or anklet. There's a nudist chick with a shop there, that will be more than glad to get your status inked up. Then, you get to walk through the mall, with nothing on at all, showing off your hot new tramp stamp, and all of your unclothed glory for the rest of the world to enjoy."