Chapter Sixty-Nine

I find you offensive – then I suggest you quit fucking finding me.

“This chapter is number Sixty Nine, Huh, huh, huh, huh”

--Beavis

“Why are you trying to read it? Are you a fag or something?”

--That guy from Idiocracy

I didn’t have much time to lament the soreness of my pussy from having the duct tape ripped off and then my most sensitive girly-parts ground into a wooden horse for thirty minutes. My nipples felt like they were going to squirt liquid humiliation they were so hard. Ted had decided I would reapply one long strand of duct tape under the bikini bottoms I had on – but they were so thin that an inch of the silvery tape was visible on either side of the skimpy yellow bottoms I was told to wear. “It made my pussy shiny,” the wrestler observed when the sun hit it just right.

Ted didn’t care what people thought. There was a time when a grandmother stood up to him and told him that she wished he would move his “band of rock and roll gypsies and sluts” down the street.

“Sorry – it’s kick off weekend for the pool. Odd-Jobs approved it – just deal with it,” Ted had explained in a surprisingly not-all-together assholular manner.

“I find you offensive!” she seemed shocked that he had the audacity to talk to her that way.

“Then I suggest you quit fucking finding me,” Ted flipped her the bird and walked away as if he didn’t care.

I wasn’t able to divorce myself of concerns about people like her. They were so few here at the Buckman, but I wondered about their right not to be offended by the vulgarity of our show. I wondered if we could dial it back a little.

Then I realized that if we don’t make 10,000 dollars by end of day – we will be doing a lot more than sucking cocks tomorrow and it will be even worse. I might just be doing her a FAVOR by prancing around with my tits bouncing and ass shaking in front of her husband and kids- and for the most part the husband and her sons seemed to like it anyway.

I was back on washing cars, being spanked, and sucking cock detail, after Ryan cleaned us up from the mud-pit feeding. He looked like his balls were sore –they were wrapped tightly in rubber bands and stuffed into a tiny speedo. Ted liked to repeat his joke asking him if he was ‘smuggling grapes’.

To Ryan’s credit he grinned and said, “Yes Sir, I am – want to search me?” every single time. I was actually impressed with his ability to stick with this – I knew from personal experience it took a lot of mental gymnastics for me to keep my cool. I know I teetered from some of this being exciting, but most of it was grueling, painful, and humiliating; and after getting hosed down –I was in for a lot more of that!

I was very determined to work hard and WIN the bet, even though my brother had made me blissfully aware it wasn’t possible to earn ten thousand dollars. I had this nagging feeling churning in my stomach that I had AGREED to be someone’s full whore the next day if we didn’t earn that much wearing down on my soul.

It wasn’t long before I overheard Daisy, Ted, and O.J. talking strategy in the D.J. booth again. I could wiggle and walk over with a bucket to fill it with water in between cars that pulled up. I suppose you might say I was being nosy or even lazy for trying to take a few minutes to myself, but my curiosity about what was going to happen to me on Saturday was killing me.

“We’ve been giving back the same one percent all afternoon – you want a real bet? Well you got one!” Ted was telling Daisy when I started eavesdropping.

“You think I am fucking crazy? I am not making THAT bet with you! No way,” Daisy was belligerent and abruptly dismissive that it would be possible.

“Then you must think it’s possible for us to earn ten thousand dollars by the end of the day!” Ted reminded her coolly.

“I don’t think it is possible,” Daisy countered.

“How much do we have so far?” Odd-Jobs interjected.

“At last count about 3,800, but we haven’t searched the girls or been paid for Lloyd yet.” Ted answered. I had almost forgotten about Lloyd – I wondered what he was doing? I felt a little ashamed he was probably working hard to earn money for something that was never his problem.

“Shit, 3,800 and it’s already past noon – you realize at 5 P.M. sharp it’s over and the fat lady sings?” Daisy chuckled. She was built like a stout Viking fat-lady with buxom breasts and ample hips – I am sure the irony of that comment was not lost on her.

“Then what is the problem with the bet? You will automatically win!” Ted was in control of this negotiation from what I could tell. I was curious though – WHAT WAS THE BET?

I only knew if this was something BIG then it probably meant even more pain and humiliation for Crystal, Savannah, and I.

“So if you don’t earn 10,000 dollars by the end of the day then you will give me your ENTIRE stake in the car wash, including what you would have received today?” Daisy

was going over the conditions and terms of the bet with some reluctance. It was obvious the two of them had been over this a few times from Ted’s reaction about her hemming and hawing.

He added “and if we do then for the REST of the day, you join the girls and do what they do –you have to wash cars, suck dicks, and play nice and respectful.”

“No f’ing way, Ted!” Daisy laughed at him insisting she would never suck cocks for money. “No one will believe I fell from grace and misbehaved all of a sudden anyway,” she added.

“If they don’t,” Ted insisted that would be his problem as the ring-master. She would have only a few hours to do it.

“I can’t have this getting back to Bill and the kids that I even considered this bet,” Daisy offered another roadblock to the bet.

“You mean you can’t have this getting back to Senior Gaylord that you tarnished our family name?” Ted countered with what might be Daisy’s real issue with the bet.

“That too!” Daisy reminded him, “You probably won’t inherit shit when Senior passes away, but I am still one of his favorite nieces and I can’t fuck that up!”

“You are his ONLY niece,” Ted declared.

“That too!” she chuckled but added, “Ted – I don’t even think you have the balls to actually order me around even if you could win – which let’s face it - you cannot.”

“You see what I made Crystal do? She is turning tricks right now for me. You think I’d think twice about selling your big, fat, mouth to someone for cash?” Ted was clearly not joking and I think Daisy knew that was a dead-end point to make because she let it drop.

“How will I come back tomorrow as a boss-lady if you put me through it today?” Daisy grunted another objection to the bet.

“You might enjoy being one of the bitches enough to do it on Saturday!” Ted teased. I could tell from his tone of voice that Daisy wasn’t going to buy that either. He added, “It sounds like you have faith I can earn ten thousand by the end of the day because you sure are chicken about popping your top and sucking a few dicks. As I recall, you spent some time down at the Jacobi farm on party nights during high school!”

“That midnight tradition is a myth,” she grunted almost like a pig.

“The guys I talked to said you sucked a dick like a pro!” Ted chuckled in response.

“You talked to guys about how I sucked a dick?” Daisy’s response was tinged with disbelief and sarcasm but she added, “Well of course you did, you are a Gaylord.”

“Hey, can I help it if I was as popular as you in high school and everyone wanted to come tell me the rumor? Now, this is the last offer I am going to make. I’ll throw in 500 dollars, and I will walk away and let you RUN this show with Catfish and Conner for the rest of the weekend in addition to the rest of the bet if we don’t make ten grand by the end of the day.”

“So at 5pm if you don’t have ALL of the cash earned- I get your 5%, I get five hundred dollars on top of that, and I get to run this show?” Daisy seemed to be considering his offer carefully adding, “You walk home buck naked with the girls behind the golf cart.”

“Fine,” Ted agreed and added, “But if I win then you strip and fall in just like Savannah and Ellen and walk home like them too!”

“No fucking way I am walking down Seminole, much less all the way to Glory Hill, in the nude! If it gets back to my kids I was like that I will lose what little authority I do have over them and Bill will never let me live it down!”

“If it’s fair for me then it’s fair for you - You can always bully and bluster your way back in control of those brats and Bill is a push-over. You can get dressed at the trailer in the yard before you go inside and you don’t have to tell them why you did it any more than I do if I lose – fair?”

I didn’t get to hear any more of the bet’s conclusion before I felt spit falling on the top of my head. Daisy yelled, “Is there some reason you are farting around by the DJ booth listening to our conversation?”

“I just wanted to ask if I could use the bathroom, Ma’am?” was the first thing that popped into my mind once I had been busted. I was routinely punished by Daisy for things I never actually did, but I am such a goody-two shoes that being caught doing something I probably should not have been doing really destroyed me. I was a nervous wreck.

“Shit or piss?” Daisy asked without hiding her impatience.

“Pee, Ma’am?” I replied quickly. I really didn’t have to go at first, but I was so nervously excited from being caught listening in that I had to go now.

“Fine, pull your bikini bottoms down to your ankles, squat right there and piss. You have two minutes and I will be down to put you to work.” Daisy gave me instructions like it was just common sense and not at all unusual. She reluctantly agreed to Ted’s bet with a “Just remember if I DO lose –that payback is a bitch and tomorrow is a brand new day!”. She began to lumber out of the DJ booth towards me like an Ogre stalking a helpless mouse caught in a trap.

“I told you I don’t want them showing everything for free!” Odd-Jobs chimed in and told her to have me do it the next time I am in the men’s bathroom sucking a guy off.

“You want to tease out here and please in there – they won’t buy what they can get for free!” he reminded her.

“I hope you remember that if I lose the bet I just made,” Daisy chuckled heartily before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me towards a potential trick to see if he wanted to spank my “nasty bottom”.

“My niece wants to take a pee break, but it’s just an excuse to get out of washing cars – sorry for making you wait,” she told the waiting trick. He had a ‘Duck Dynasty’ camouflage t-shirt with the words “God bless America’ on and a pair of deep blue denim jeans on.

“I really have to go, Ma’am,” I managed to shift myself out of her grasp of my hair but she grabbed me by my ear with her strong stubby fingers to lead me towards him.

“Yeah well,” the man smiled at me “I saw her squat down over there – I thought she was going to pee right out here in front of everybody!” he was clearly new to the show and hadn’t seen all the gross and disgusting things we had done up to this point if that shocked him.

“You look like you think that is cool and not something a total slut with no regard for anyone else would do?” Daisy’s question put him on the defensive.

“I didn’t say all that now,” the country-accent of the man came out a little more strongly as he added, “I just mean – I never seen a women pee before.”

“She is no woman,” Daisy still had me by the ear. “She is a dirty little girl with over-developed boobs and an under-developed brain. She is the reason we are out here today.”

“Oh?” the man thought Daisy was being rude and mean, but her statement naturally piqued his curiosity.

“She spent all sorts of money that we needed for baby milk for my baby, electric, water, rent – and you know what she bought? Look at this tiny little bikini? She spent over three hundred dollars on this!” Daisy asked him to get an eye-full of me in the bikini.

I spun around obligingly so he could see the entire tiny ensemble and boldly said, “In my defense,” in the snottiest voice I could muster, “where I come from three hundred dollars isn’t anything. I was raised rich – I didn’t realize it was such a big deal, Ma’am.” I even swiveled my head and rolled my eyes at the end.

“Well,” the nice redneck thoughtfully said that it wasn’t my fault if I didn’t know any better and smiled at me.

“She did know better! She has been told every day of the week and now they are fixing to tow away our trailer! So I will make her do just about ANYTHING to help us out – and at the same time try to teach her some respect for working people and how hard they had to work to get the same money.”

“Yeah well,” the man wasn’t responding to Daisy’s cues and sighed, “I know how hard it can be to learn a lesson. My grandkids spend it faster than I can earn it too. I guess to each their own.”

Daisy seemed frustrated that he wasn’t playing along so she came right out and said “You can watch her pee for ten bucks – she’ll suck your cock while she does for twenty but she can’t swallow – you have to cum on her face.”

“Oh my!” the man smiled and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I just wanted my truck washed – I didn’t want to do all that now. I am happily married you see.”

I felt bad – he was one of the few good guys in the Buckman it seems. Cheating as a way of life was an art form here. The glances and looks at someone else’s girl was a natural condition for men and fully expected by the women. If you had to flow-chart all the relationships of people in their forties, they would cross-intersect with everyone having probably dated everyone else by a few degrees of separation in this massive trailer park.

“Your loss,” Daisy giggled and told him to wait by his truck. She grinned at me, “You heard the bet – you know what happens when I win right?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I don’t think she expected me to say that because she wanted to tell me anyway.

“That’s right,” Daisy told me she would be the new boss and once we lose the bet my ass and ‘tight little pussy’ would belong to her. “You get that tomorrow, instead of teasing all these guys, you are going to be on your back with your legs spread letting whoever plow you that I want?”

“Why do you hate me so much, Ma’am?” I knew Ted treated us like crap, but we were money makers and at some level he sympathized with us and knew this was just an act. I think to Daisy I WAS the character I was pretending to be and it was much easier to see me as someone she had to punish than to identify with me.

“You are a snotty little priss who thinks her pussy is too good to be touched!” Daisy sneered at me.

“You can touch it all you want – just help me make our goal today, please Ma’am?” I offered an olive branch. I needed her to play her part to do this; and if she was going to piss off the tricks we couldn’t win at all – not that we had much chance.

“You can’t win anyway. You remember how you insisted if you did, my kids can’t boss you around? Well, I might just let my oldest take you out on a date tonight – I’ll own your asses at home too! Ted can’t do shit to protect you once this bet is mine.”

Conner was standing behind her and cleared his throat. She had a new found respect for him after his showing off with Angel. “You know that if you don’t hold up your end and keep on trying to run the girls – Odd-Jobs isn’t going to let you run things tomorrow? He will know you threw the bet.”

“I didn’t think of that,” Daisy considered his advice and wrinkled her nose as if smelling a foul odor while plotting her next move. She seemed like she trusted Conner now. “You will be rewarded when I am in control if you can learn to watch your mouth and do what I tell you.”

“Haven’t I always?” Conner was kidding, but Daisy was so wrapped up in her own scheming that she didn’t seem to notice. Conner non-chalantly added, “Ted wants me to get my sister back to work washing cars and sucking on dongs…”

He led me away from Daisy and over towards where Crystal was standing. She had her arm around the nice redneck who wanted his car washed and was trying to talk him into something more.

“C’mon, we used to date, Sir,” Crystal cooed and played with his chin.

“That was a long time ago,” the man countered.

“Exactly!” Crystal added, “Before you and your wife met – so I think it doesn’t count as cheating then – I’d really like to do it with you – I’ll do those things you like, Sir,” she tickled a finger down his chest and he seemed to purr in her hands. She may have been the submissive one – but she had him completely in her power and total control of the situation; and I have to admit that once I realized she could control someone without being in a position of authority – I really admired her ability to do that.

“Aunt Crystal are you being naughty and trying to seduce our customer here?” Conner didn’t have the same aura of authority that seemed to emanate from him when talking to

Angel earlier but he was definitely coming out of his shell around us.

“You know that I am a dirty girl, Sir,” she freely admitted without being too vulgar but added while still hanging on the trick, “I am just trying to help earn back the money we spent.”

“You spent or she did? I was told just a minute ago it was this little one right here that was the culprit?” the man was playing things as straight as possible as he pointed at me. He either didn’t realize we were shining him on or he was making our subtle efforts much harder intentionally. My money was on he was too ignorant to pick up on subtleties.

I think Crystal noticed that as well because she stroked my breasts through my bikini top flirtatiously and smiled, “We both had a hand in spending all our money and now we have to rely on the generosity of friends and family – we don’t have much to trade but we sure can be friendly.”

“Friendly? This little slut,” Conner indicated me, “just laughed when I fell into the mud trying to help her! And you see those piercings underneath my Aunt’s bikini? You have any idea how much she spent for those?”

“Well,” the nice man seemed to be defensive towards us and didn’t think Conner should be putting us down, “I would imagine if it was her money it’s fine.”

“Her money? She spent money we all saved for food, rent, electricity, water and NOW after waiting until they hooked a crane to our trailer to pull us out of here – she finally uses her sexuality to flirt and control and manipulate in order to get some cash for her own self – I bet she offered you sex for money?”

“That isn’t any of your business,” the man seemed offended.

Conner hadn’t done any of these grifts and I felt like he might be going about it wrong. The man wasn’t thrilled – he was ready to jump to our defense. Conner asked my Aunt how much she was going to charge.

“Well, forty for a BJ and sixty for half and half and eighty to let him go all around the world – I would have given some of it to you guys for rent though, Sir!” Crystal played right along with him as the over-sexed, uncaring, thoughtless bitch.

“Tell you what – how about thirty for whatever you want – and that will teach her to stop going up to strange men who just want their car washed and trying to charge them a crazy amount of money for something she enjoys – how is that?” Conner squinted at the man.

“I just came to get my car washed actually,” the man stuck to his guns.

“My sister will wash your car by the time you are done – we’ll call it an even two twenty dollar bills – do we have a deal?” Conner tried a hard sell technique to pressure the man by offering his hand to shake but the guy was having a hard time taking my brother seriously.

“I’ll let you watch me pee at the end, if you want, Sir?” I offered to help my brother’s sales pitch.

The man looked at Crystal and back at us. He was wavering but considering the offer. “Maybe next weekend,” he said.

“We won’t be here next weekend – we need to make this money now or we’ll lose our house – we really need your help – look, it’s not cheating if you just watch two girls make out, right? That is like watching porn isn’t it?”

“That is true,” the man scratched his head while looking directly at my Aunt’s ample chest and grinning. I think she had worn this otherwise faithful man down and with my brother’s help they were going to convince him how he could ‘bend’ the rules without actually breaking them.

“I’ll send Ellen in there and you can direct the two of them to play with each other and with you – while you jerk off; and that isn’t cheating!”

Surprisingly, the man still seemed eager to just have his car washed and be on his merry way. He was all for looking at us and he gawked at my body just as much as my Aunt. He actually looked at some of the other women at the pool while we were talking too. While our suits were the absolute smallest, there were many women and girls in not too much more than we had on parading around.

The Haislip mother and daughter team caused heads to turn when April would sashay out in front smoking a cigarette seductively and smiling as if she had no idea what the fuss was while she wore a reflective one-piece that accentuated her large tits and sexy hips.

Her blonde teenage daughter followed behind her locked into Facebook mortal combat typing furiously on her cell phone to her online nemesis and cursing her and the people who clicked like on her comments “I dare them to say that to MY FACE! Ooooh, I am so fucking furious right now.”

“Aunt Crystal,” my brother started, and then ordered my Aunt to give the man a little sample show, “show him how you would like to be played with.”

“Yes sir, as you wish,” my Aunt gushed submissively towards my brother and put a finger under my chin to lift my head. I locked eyes with her and she pulled me close and began to sensually kiss me as she embraced me. The sensual energy that passed between us was extraordinarily hot. I found myself being swept up – my Aunt had years of experience at seduction and she was using all her tricks on me for the benefit of the trick watching us make out. I had sucked dicks and kissed men today, but they had all been amateurish or brutish – in a hurry to get themselves off at my expense. I often found myself trying to think of other things to escape the thought of them; and they noticed I was rolling my eyes or looking distant, but kept fucking my face all the same. Crystal would have none of that – she engaged me and made me give back as much pleasure to her as she was to me. I was dripping wet under the duct tape between my thighs and my body was electrified as I touched her back the same way.

“How in the fuck did you get her to just do whatever you say?” the man’s eyes were on us, but he was clearly addressing my brother. We kept kissing and touching each other while he explained.

“The two of them are horny little sluts who put their own needs before everyone else, but after Ted cracked the whip on them and put them in their place – they are obedient little sluts.”

“I don’t understand,” the man watched as we made out and we drew a small crowd of people from the pool to watch. Even though many people had been aware of and used to our erotic antics around the pool – this was something new and different; and the people watching seemed impressed, or at the very least – quiet.

Conner proceeded to explain and I wish I had the exact explanation to tell you. I was completely enraptured in the heat of my Aunt’s intense sexual energy. She kissed my soul for lack of a better term – I felt it.

I can tell you that Conner explained his philosophy on women in typical Conner fashion. I think up until a week ago he didn’t have one other than we were a ‘playable race’ or ‘option’ in some video games.

When Conner explained something three things were usually true.

1. It was convoluted.

2. It had at least one Star Wars or Sci-Fi reference.

3. It was something only another geek or nerdy person would truly appreciate.

The key part of it was my brother had established the six levels of the female condition. I can tell you what they were because this later became part of Ted’s teaching method when he told it to Ted. This one was a little easier to understand and I share it with you now.

Conner’s Six Levels of the Female Condition
1 . Bitch –put’s her needs before all others, inconsiderate, impatient, jealous, uses sex only to get others to do as she asks – gives the least possible to get the maximum result.

2. Prude - uses subjective morality to judge other's sexual needs while denying her own.

3.Tease - pretends to be sexual, but physically denies her need to be sexual.

4. Prostitute - negotiates upfront a sexual service(s) for money.

5. Whore - collects services, goods and or money upfront for the promise of sex in the future- has few limits.

6. Slut - willingly, wantonly and shamelessly submits to her need to be sexual.

He told him that our natural state was a “one”, with occasional but randomly triggered episodes of “six”. He said that, like the behavior of cats – it was impossible to determine when we would emotionally flip-flop and go the opposite direction. That through discipline they were training us to be “good little bitches” which coincided with a five on his scale of female behavior.

“This is her girlfriend?” the trick asked my brother about me. He didn’t seem to be as curious about me as he was my Aunt. She was clearly the star of this attraction and I was a supporting actress to be teased and played with for their amusement.

“No, it’s my sister,” Conner explained patiently.

“Yeah – but she kisses her like they are girlfriends,” the trick observed. I wasn’t sure what to make of that. It made me more self-aware that the people staring at us lez out were thinking extremely dirty thoughts about us; and strangely that caused my pussy juices to flow even thicker. I was lucky I had the duct-tape or I might have squirted right on the sidewalk. God, why was this exciting me so? I’m not like this, am I?

The trick told him that when he dated Crystal she would never have been so willing to just make out in front of everyone and he loved it. Crystal smiled at him and blew a kiss at him as she left tender nibbles on my neck and blew sweetly behind my ear while massaging my breasts – leaving me weak in the knees.

The man didn’t understand, but after watching us make out for a full five minutes – his ready boner was now obvious and he was willing to pay any price to take us into the bathroom and watch the conclusion of the show. He seemed to take umbrage with paying my brother for the work we would do and asked my Aunt if she didn’t mind “This squirt telling her what to do?”

“I love being kept in line – he is a good trainer. I hope he doesn’t punish me afterwards, I can be a very naughty girl – and my nephew doesn’t like it when I am too naughty – let’s go in the men’s bathroom – how long do I have Sir?” she addressed my brother with the sober respect she would have given Ted or Odd-Jobs – it was odd because I don’t think I had ever noticed her do that before. She had spoken respectfully to everyone, but there had been something much more intensely loyal when she talked to them.

“Just until he cums,” Conner answered, as if that should be obvious, and asked the man if he minded if my Aunt licks it up and brings it back so he could see it. “I don’t want this little cunt cheating you.”

I thought this grown man might just ejaculate right there through his jeans onto the sidewalk from his reaction. He didn’t say a word in response – he followed the two of us into the men’s bathroom while we played with each other. I smiled – I couldn’t help but smile and this teasing was fun and not as humiliating as most of the things I had done today. It was actually extremely pleasurable; if I pretended she wasn’t a blood relative, and we weren’t on display, and that my brother hadn’t just charged a stranger to follow us into a dirty public restroom and watch.

Savannah, Crystal and I were now regulars in the men’s bathroom but there were usually one or two guys pissing in the urinals who were still shocked to see us walk into the men’s bathroom. It was still a tremendous personal taboo to me to cross the men’s bathroom threshold, but my Aunt walked in like she was just supposed to be there. She smiled and waved sexily at the men pissing while she led our trick into the last stall. She wasted no time removing my bikini top and playing with me for him.

I shimmied out of my bottoms as my Aunt unsnapped her own and let our special guest sit on the toilet while we undressed and writhed against one another. I was so caught up in what we were doing that I completely forgot the plot of the point of what we were doing and why. I was just as dumb struck and admittedly caught up in my Aunt’s seductive playfulness that I solely reacted without thinking about anything other than the pleasure she was giving me. I can’t really be blamed – after the day I was having and all the stimulation - it felt good. My Aunt made it feel like real affection even though it was cheap and tawdry bathroom sex for money. I wasn’t sure how she did it – but her presence turned it from awkward, teenager trying to blow a stranger into a full on “thing” we were doing.

I just followed my Aunt’s lead as we moved from kissing and fondling each other’s tits to squatting and licking each other from behind. My Aunt didn’t remove my duct tape but she definitely worked around it and she licked around the butt plug in my asshole to the point that I finally thought I was going to cum, strictly from that. She had me just at the edge.

She didn’t care if anyone stood and watched – the stalls had long since had their doors removed anyway, so it wouldn’t have mattered if she did. I stayed focused on her and slowly she led my hand over to the man’s cock. He had unzipped his pants and pulled it out to beat off to us. I stroked it with the same pace he had been using and he removed his hand to let me play with him while my Aunt held me tight and licked my lips with her expert tongue.

She pulled down my duct tape ever so slightly so he could see the pink of my clit and let the man touch my pussy by leading his finger to it. She took his hand off and sealed me up after giving him a few seconds with it – I hate to admit that I wanted him to continue – anyone to continue what he was doing because it felt so good and I was on the edge.

The strong musk of our pussy juices filled my nostrils as my Aunt positioned our kisses right next to his cock. Her playful eyes begged him to let her lick his cock without saying a word. He made no protest but didn’t tell her to do it either – she rubbed her cheek against it as if it made her happy and feel safe, but didn’t wrap her mouth around it.

My Aunt looked behind her as if checking for Conner and then put one hand on either side of the man’s thighs to vault herself in a flip so that her head was between his knees and his head was between his thighs. She used her feet to steady herself and arched her muscular back so that they were in a 69 position as she simulated a blowjob and let her long, curly hair gently stroke him. She kept one of my hands on his balls and showed me how to work them by cupping them while my other hand stroked him at a medium pace.

She reminded me of a spider in her delicate silken web as a white strand of her saliva slowly made its way past her pouty lips six inches below to his cock.

The trick pulled his shirt up over his belly – it was too late. He started to pump his cum out of his cock and Crystal just laughed as she received a little bit in her eye “a geyser!”

“Sorry – I got cum on you both!” he breathed helplessly like a very satisfied baby leaning back on the toilet with a grateful smile on his face.

“It is okay Sir,” Crystal dutifully opened her mouth and lowered herself with the strength of her tight abdomen down on to just the tip of the man’s cock so that her tongue could scoop up what little was there. The man didn’t seem to care about the imaginary barriers he had constructed on what was and wasn’t cheating on his wife at this point. “I have to clean up every bit of it – you are welcome to stay and watch.”

“No, I have to um,” he blustered as she moved his hands to his sides so she could lick the sticky off his belly. “You um,” his cock jerked involuntarily as a last bit of cum washed across her face.

“Can you get that for me Ellen?” my Aunt asked politely. She wouldn’t be able to lick it off the side of her own face.

I didn’t think twice – I licked the man’s cum off her cheek and she turned to kiss it off the tip of my tongue.

I stood there naked while my Aunt finished cleaning the trick so he could leave, and then got on her hands and knees and cleaned off every last, gooey bit of cum from the dirty, bathroom tile. This was not the woman I had known a few days ago – she was truly committed to this. “Waste not – want not,” she joked once she had it all in the cheeks of her mouth while standing up and getting dressed. “Do you see any more, darling?” she asked me.

“I don’t think so?” I stood there knock-kneed. I was almost as mentally blown away and over-stimulated as the trick had been. I didn’t really want to stop making out but now that our customer was satisfied Crystal was all business and she hurried us as we dressed so we could gleefully report to my brother another successful and happy customer experience. She was completely gung-ho even when no one was watching and for the life of me I could not understand.

My head was spinning and I had cum at least twice under the duct tape with an overall explosion of synapses and sexual energy continuing to cause tiny mini-quakes of electric activity between my legs and across my nervous system. My Aunt had thoroughly ‘fucked’ me in a way that I had never experienced.

She winked at me as we walked out the door, “You are doing just fine, Ellen – more than fine. Keep it up for a little bit longer, sugar butt.”