The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family and peer group alike. Certainly , in our society today, the problems of youth appear to be more marked than ever before.
Bobby Dru is a teenager embarking on his own special journey into adolescence. He struggles to overcome his natural shyness and come to terms with himself. He finds himself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling guilty about his awakening sexuality, sometimes getting angry over slights and youthful misjudgments. It is mainly through the patient understanding of his Aunt Marie that Bobby manages to put his world into perspective, coping with his new feelings and taking disappointments in stride.
AUNTIE'S HOT PANTIES - the story of an average American teenager's coming of age. A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up is not easy.
--The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Bobby Dru was ten when he went to live with his Aunt Marie and Uncle Fred. He was glad and sad all at the same time about the move. His mother had told him tearfully that there was just no way she could take care of him any more. An in her business she had to move around a lot.
Bobby accepted it right away. He was tired of moving around, too. He was also tired of the constant, nightly parade of "uncles" that visited his mother. Having just one "uncle," his mother's brother, Fred, around all the time appealed to him. He also liked his Aunt Marie. She was younger than his mother, and she liked to take him places and do things wit him.
About a year after he had come to live with them, his Aunt Marie broke down and told him that his mother would never be coming back. It bothered him for a few days, but he had come to think so much of his new life and the new friends he had made that he soon got over it.
One of the new friends was Mary Lou, A pretty blonde girl who lived on the same block, just three houses down. Mary Lou was a year older than Bobby and a little wiser in the ways of the world. She would be the one that would introduce him to the curious difference between boys and girls.
Her father's garage became their play room.
Bobby had already begun to have strange dreams connected with girls in general, and Mary Lou in particular.
Once in a while when he heard his aunt go to the bathroom early in the morning, he would sneak to the keyhole of the door and watch her piss. He always hope that sometime she would forget to put her robe on, but she never did. Now and then she would forget to button it up all the way and he would get a good look at her huge, swaying titties where the rob sagged open. It always gave him a hard-on and he would immediately jump back into bed and jack off, trying to get some release.
He knew Mary Lou didn't have big heavy tits like his aunt, but he had noticed little bumps starting to erupt beneath her sweater. He had also noticed that her little ass and her hips had started to change radically in the months they had been playing together.
He couldn't control his curiosity. That's why, one day when they were in the garage playing, he decided that he wanted to see her naked.
"Mary Lou, let's play 'doctor' today."
To his great surprise, she replied, "Playing 'house' is lots more fun. I used to play husband and wife with a boy last year, but he moved away."
Bobby didn't know exactly how to play or what he was supposed to do.
"We'll make a bed on this old couch," she said.
When the make-shift bed was finished, Bobby kicked off his shoes and crawled in.
"No, silly! You don't go to bed with your clothes on, do you?"
"No ... but I don't have no pajamas."
"Married people don't wear pajamas, silly. They go to bed naked!"
"You mean," Bobby gulped, "we should get naked?"
"Sure," she replied. "You scared?"
No." But he was.
"Well?" she said, kicking her shoes off.
"You first."
"No ... together."
Bobby nodded, and they started to slowly undressing, piece by piece.
Bobby could feel his cock getting rock-hard as Mary Lou pulled her dress over her head. Her titties were just starting to grow. The nipples were dark brown and they stuck out from the little two-inch mounds of rounded flesh.
"You're already like a husband," Mary Lou said, standing in her panties and pointing to the bulge at the front of his shorts.
"How do you know?"
"'Cause I seen my daddy real hard like that when he was gonna fuck my mother."
"You seen him naked?"
"Sure," she replied. "I seen them fuck too!"
"Really?" Bobby said, all embarrassment lost now in the curiosity of the moment. "How do they do it?"
"I'll show you. Let's get into bed."
Bobby practically leaped into the makeshift bed and pulled the covers up over him. Mary Lou surprised him by not only getting into bed with him, but also kicking the covers from their bodies.
"Don't you want to see each other? That's half the fun!"
"Huh ... oh yeah, sure. I - I forgot," he stammered, letting his eyes feast on Mary Lou's naked flesh.
He had never realized just how pretty Mary Lou was. Her hair was thick and it had a golden color as it cascaded around her face. She was big for her years, Bobby thought. She might even be able to pass for thirteen. This made him nervous when he viewed his own skinny legs. Her tits were almost ripe, nice and firm and round.
Mary Lou sensed his fright. She rolled toward him and took his hand. "Put it on my bottom ... like this, and then rub a little."
Bobby felt pain in his prick as it tried to crawl out of his shorts. She had on a pair of very tight panties that fitted like tights over the taut little cheeks of her ass.
Her ass was smooth as silk. Bobby molded it, patted it, and squeezed it. He ran his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, making her jump.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she said
"Okay," he replied.
They kissed. It was a dry, tight-lipped kiss. He didn't like it very well. He wanted to touch and play wit her body, not kiss.
"You want to kiss my titties?"
"Oh yeah!"
She pulled his head down to her tits.
"Kiss my titty with your mouth open ... yeah, like that. That feels good. Now take the nipple between your lips and lick it with your tongue. Ohhh, yeah ... yeah, like that! Don't stop!"
She was scaring him a little with her groaning and writhing. The more he licked and sucked on her nipple, the wilder she became. He though he was hurting her, but the sounds she made didn't seem to be caused from pain.
As she writhed, his hand slid under her thighs. He caressed them and suddenly his fingers were between her legs. It was warm and wet there.
"Yes ... play with my pussy at the same time," she gasped. "Wait ... let's take our panties off." Without waiting for him, she lifted her ass and hips off the bed and discarded her pink panties, dropping them carelessly on the floor. "Now, you too."
He pulled his shorts off and his cock shot rigidly forward from his hairless groin. He was trying to see her pussy, but her thighs hid it.
"Oh, yours is bigger than Ralph's, and the head of it sticks out!"
"Who's Ralph?" Bobby asked breathlessly.
"The other boy I used to play fuck with," she said, reaching for his cock. "I want to touch it." She curled her fingers around his prick and, suddenly, a stream of watery liquid spurted from the head and streamed across her forearm.
"You shot ... I made you shoot!" she cried. "I saw my daddy do that on Mommy's belly once. It's called coming and when you do it inside a girl it makes babies in her belly!"
"I can do it again," Bobby said. "Sometimes when I do that to myself, I can squirt three or four times before it gets soft."
"You want to see mine?" she said
He nodded.
Mary Lou rolled away from him and lifted her knees high in the air.
He gawked. Her pussy was a little pink-rimmed slit that protruded in a graceful swell below her belly and was covered by thin, downy blonde hair. "You got hair on yours," he said.
"You will, too, some day," she replied. "Touch it and play with it ... it feels good."
His hands roamed wildly over her inner thighs, the soft roundness of her buttocks and the fuzzy covering over her pussy. Then he knelt between her legs and pried the slit of her pussy apart with his thumbs. He could see inside the hole, and his body shuddered with delightful spasms of passion. Her cunt was a wet, fiery pink and it seemed to open and close by itself as if it were inviting him to do something.
But what?
Then she told him.
"You want to put your cock inside me ... I'll show you how."
"Oh yes ... yes, Mary Lou. I think I'd like that."
"Okay ... but you got to promise to put it in only as far as I tell you ... 'cause it'll hurt if you put it in too far."
She grasped his cock. She ran his prick up and down the wet slit of her pussy several times until Bobby thought his prick would burst with excruciating pleasure. Each time his cock paused at the top of her pussy, she would gasp and rub her pussy painfully hard against his cock.
"There! It's right at my hole. Push, Bobby! But do it real easy , or I'll make you stop."
He pushed and felt her cunt-lips parting under his pressure. Suddenly the head of his cock felt as though it had entered an oven. Hot, wet, sticky juices flowed out of her pussy to flood his prick.
The heat got stronger.
He could smell her sex wafting up from their joined loins. If filled his nostrils with lust and his body with a need for release.
And then it happened.
As he felt if come over him, he grasped the cheeks of her ass and tried to push his cock all the way inside her cunt.
Sensing his intent, Mary Lou wriggled her body backward, and his second stream of cum spewed forth to flood the downy fur of her pussy.
Bobby sighed as he sprawled across her body, panting.
"Let's do it again tomorrow," he said.
"Can't," she replied. "Tomorrow's Saturday. My folks will be home all day."
"We'll do it Monday then."
"Okay ... I'll show you how to make a girl feel good with just your finger."
Monday came and so did many other times in the garage. For the better part of a year, Bobby and Mary Lou explored and enjoyed each other's bodies. But the girl would never let him put his cock all the way inside her cunt. It was frustrating for him, but it was still more satisfying than relieving his prick with his fingers.
Then something happened that ended the good times. It seemed that it just happened over night. His cock became huge. He didn't even realize it. It was as though he masturbated one night wit just his fingers, and the next night he was using his whole hand and several inches of his cock stuck out above it, thick and rigid.
Also, the clear fluid that had previously spewed in thin streams from the head of his cock during climax changed radically. It became gooey thick and as white as snow. The thickness also increased, so that when he shot his cream, it practically covered Mary Lou's belly.
He also became stronger. He wanted to put his thick meat inside her warm hold more than ever. He could feel the lips of her pussy spread wide when he slipped the now-thick head between them
That was when Mary Lou said, "No more fucking."
And shortly after that she moved away.
Bobby became distraught and frustrated. After Mary Lou's departure, he had begun examining his Aunt Marie's body as she moved around the house.
He loved the way his aunt's breasts thrust high and proud in her tight dresses. He also noticed the way her ass-cheeks rolled and bounced in her skirts. Those same skirts were also tight enough that the mound of her pussy was clearly defined beneath the rounded swell of her belly.
He began fantasizing fucking hs Aunt Marie. He dreamed of lowering his body between her ample thighs and ramming his cock into her pussy. He had no doubt that his Aunt's pussy, compared to Mary Lou's, was huge.
On the weekends, when his uncle was home, he could hear them in the next bedroom, fucking. On those occasions, Bobby would sneak out of his room and across the hall to listen at their door. He would hear the bed squeak and bounce on the floor as his uncle fucked his aunt's cunt. Many times he tried to open the door a crack so he could see how they were doing it. But it was always locked. And the bed was out of range of the keyhole.
One night his aunt and uncle had a fight. They screamed at each other. Bobby didn't understand it all, but he guessed that his uncle had had a woman in another town and his Aunt Marie had found out about it.
They didn't fuck that weekend, and early Monday morning his uncle left as usual. When Bobby got home from school, he found his aunt crying.
"What's the matter?" he said, sitting beside her on the sofa and putting his arms around her shoulders.
"Nothing ... nothing you would understand," Aunt Marie said, sobbing and putting her head on his shoulder. "You're still wonderful and young and innocent. I wish we could stay that way all our lives. But the older we get, the more our desires get in the way of our innocence."
Bobby didn't know what she was talking about. He really didn't care either. Her breasts, smashed against his chest, felt like two huge, soft pillows wit hard tips. They sent a heat through his body that he had never felt before.
He felt like a man because he was able to comfort her.
That night she didn't feel like cooking. They went out to eat. As soon as they got home, she said her head hurt and she wanted to lie down.
Bobby watched television until he was drowsy and then went up to his room. He was in his pajama bottoms when he heard his Aunt Marie crying across the hall.
"Aunt Marie ...?"
"Yes?"
"You all right?"
"Yes, Bobby ..."
CHAPTER TWO
Bobby approached the side of the bed. He was ill-at-ease, yet he was excited.
"Sit down, Bobby," Aunt Marie said, patting the bed beside her.
He sat down and stared into the liquid pools of her lustrous dark eyes. They glistened with the remnants of her tears.
She took his hand in hers. "I'm glad you've come to live with us, Bobby. You've made many of the lonely days bearable. How old are you now?"
"Almost thirteen," he replied, his body shuddering as his thigh came into contact with her hip.
"You'll soon be a man and I hope you'll be able to understand how lonely a woman can get. Your Uncle Fred has been gone a lot and it looks like he'll be gone a lot more now."
While she talked, Bobby couldn't help but let his eyes roam across her mature, womanly body. Where Mary Lou's naked body had excited him, Aunt Marie's drove him wild. Her tits were very large, and he guessed they were also very firm because they stood up in two cone-like mounds even though she was lying on her back. He wished the lace of her bodice was as thin as the rest of the gown so he could see her big nipples.
Bobby knew she was old, at least thirty-five, but she was still attractive; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hair flowed in waves. It was a deep, rich brown, so dark that it was almost black.
Her tear-stained face was almost angelic with its barely-shadowed eyes, set behind long lashes and under thin eyebrows. Through the gown, he could see the smooth pinkness of he skin.
She was perfectly proportioned. Her tits were high and they quivered as she moved. So small was her waist that Bobby was sure it was no bigger than his thigh.
"But ..." she said, squeezing his hand and drawing his mind back to what she was saying. "I know you have your own little friends and can't be bothered with an old woman's problems."
She pushed herself up on one elbow and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were warm and soft on his, and he wanted to plunge his tongue into her mouth and French her the way Mary Lou had taught him.
But he was afraid. Would she be mad? Would she scold him?
Her tit was against his arm. It was soft and cushiony, like a pillow. He could see the darkness of one nipple as his gaze traveled down to where the lace had fallen open.
God, her tits were big! They were huge and beautiful. He guessed that her nipples were big too. One nipple would probably fill his mouth. He wanted to thrust his head between those two big beautiful tits and gorge himself on their warmth and softness.
"You're cold, " she said. "You must be chilly, with just ..."
She had looked down. She must have seen the bulge in his pajama bottoms. He had been trying to hid his cock, but it had grown to its full, throbbing length and his prick had almost popped out of his fly.
Her eyes grew wide, then wider. Then she composed herself and returned her eyes to his.
"Good night, dear Bobby," she whispered. "You'd better go to bed now." She rolled away from him.
Just before she covered her glorious body with the sheet, he got a glimpse of her white thighs and the rounded curve of her ass-cheeks.
His cock was throbbing like mad, and the heated blood of youthful lust pounded in his temples.
"I love you, Aunt Marie," he blurted.
The tiny sobs started again. "I love you too, Bobby," she blubbered. "Please turn out the light before you go."
He leaned over to the bedside lamp and snapped it off. As he did, his cock slid up along his belly. He couldn't help it; he squeezed the pulsing staff. His cock felt bigger than ever in his hand. He visualized Mary Lou's cunt. Only now it had a thick mat of black pubic hair covering it. Bobby realized that it wasn't Mary Lou's cunt he was imagining ... it was his Aunt Marie's.
He groaned aloud.
"What?"
"Aunt Marie," he said, slowly raising the sheet.
"Yes?"
"You're so lonesome, Aunt Marie. I think I'll stay in here for a little while." He slid beneath the sheet and stretched out on his side, facing her.
"No, Bobby, you mustn't!" she cried, rolling toward him. One hip came crushing up against the hard length of his prick. She recoiled as if she had been struck by a hot poker.
"Oh, my God!"
"Just let me stay for a little while, please," he begged. "I get lonesome at night, too."
"Bobby ... you mustn't ..."
"Aunt Marie ..." he said, inhaling the enchanting fragrance of her hair. He kissed her ear.
"Bobby ... Bobby ..."
"Go to sleep, Aunt Marie," he said, laying his hand on her shoulder.
They lay like that for a long time. Eventually, Aunt Marie's crying stopped. Her breathing became easier and steadier.
Bobby wasn't sure she was asleep but she sounded like it. His cock was in such a turmoil he didn't know which way to go first. He slid his hand down her arm until he knew it was directly above the side of her breast.
She didn't move.
His breathing became erratic. He took a few quick breaths and then a very deep one, trying to steady the quivering ache in his body and his cock. He knew the soft, pliant cheeks of her ass lay directly in front of his cock, but he kept his loins far back, just in case she might awaken.
He slid his hand over until his fingers toyed with the lace that covered her breast. The touch was thrilling and exciting. So thrilling that he was afraid his cock would shoot off inside his pajama bottoms.
He forged ahead.
His hand opened and cupped the huge, soft globe. Oh God, her tit's so big, he thought. It was so big that he could barely cover the end of it with his hand. He squeezed gently and the resilient flesh popped back at once to fill his hand. The tips of his fingers wormed their way into the deep crevice between her breasts. The thrill heightened and so did the throbbing in his cock.
Oh God, how he wanted her; wanted to do everything and anything for her and to her.
Still she didn't move.
Emboldened, Bobby moved his hand above her lacy form until he was touching only smooth skin. With his fingers at the warm crevice between her tits, he started moving his hand back down. This time the lace lifted, and more and more of the spongy tit came nakedly into his hot, throbbing palm.
And then he was there. Her nipple lay like a pulsating heart in the center of his palm. The shoulder strap of her gown slipped down, the lacy cup falling from her breast. Her tit seemed to leap toward his hand, filling and overflowing it. He gently kneaded her tit and, wonder of wonders, her nipple hardened and swelled. It got bigger and bigger.
She moved slightly, and her body rolled towards him. He froze as she groaned.
He lay still for several seconds, not moving, with his hand cupping her enormous tit. Bobby knew he couldn't stop now. This was a real woman beside him, with all the goodies of a woman, and nothing could stop him from tasting this forbidden fruit.
He kneaded her tit, letting the hard, elongated nipple trace a hot path back and forth in his palm. His cock became painful in the confines of his pajamas. He unsnapped the clasp that held the two flaps together. They fell open, and his hard prick thrust forward into freedom.
When he released his cock, the head grazed against her flesh. He shivered and he was sure he could feel an answering ripple flow over the skin of her body.
Even as he continued to squeeze her tit, he knew he would soon start moving downward to explore his aunt's pussy.
"Bobby," she groaned.
He gasped. She was awake! Would she make him stop? He was determined. He wouldn't stop.
"Yes ... Aunt Marie," he said, lust filling his throat like phlegm.
"Bobby," she whispered again. "What are you doing?"
"Just keeping warm, Aunt Marie," he whispered back. "Just touching."
"You mustn't, Bobby. You mustn't."
"I can't help it," he said, frustration filling his voice.
He moved against her and thrust forward with his hips. The throbbing head of his cock met the two creases that formed just under her buttocks.
Suddenly it was heaven for him when he felt her pubic hair tickle his ultra-sensitive cockhead.
"No, Bobby ... don't ... please."
"Yes ... I must," he replied, panting now and moving his hand down from her tit and across the rounded swell of her belly.
"You don't know, Bobby. It's been so long for me. Your uncle ... oh my God!"
her gown had hiked up and bunched around her waist. As his hand glided over her belly, everything happened all at once. Her leg lifted. His fingers fondled the heavy mat of her cunt hair and his cock shot between her legs.
Suddenly his fingertips were tickling the bud of her clitoris and his hips thrust his cock back and forth, back and forth against the wet outer lips of her pussy.
"Oh Jesus ... I can't take it!"
"Aunt Marie, you're wonder, beautiful. That feels so good ... so good."
"don't touch my clit like that!" she cried, sobbing and moaning again. "I can't stand it ... I can't!"
"I want to put it in your hole, Aunt Marie!" he cried. "I want to fuck you!"
"No ... no!"
"Please. It aches ... it hurts so much. I have to get it off!"
She rolled over on her back and looked up into his face. "Bobby ... it isn't right."
"Why not?" he groaned. His cock had popped out from between her legs and now lay across her belly. His hand ran up and down the thick mat of her pubic hair.
Her eyes blazed with the same desire and need she saw in his. Swiftly she made up her mind. It was a terrible thing that had happened, but it had happened and it was partly her fault. She had been awake when he had started playing with her tits. She had thought it was just a boyish whim, a young boy's ignorant curiosity to have his youthful, gentle hands on her tits.
She snapped on the light. He gasped when the light bathed her semi-nude body. The sheet had slid to the foot of the bed and there she was naked from the waist up and the waist down - the gown was rolled into a ball around her middle.
Her tits were huge and perfectly round. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars and very dark against her creamy skin. In their centers, the nipples throbbed a full inch outward.
Her thighs were slightly spread and the skin gleamed with moisture that had seeped from the streaming walls of her pussy. He could see the pink lips of her pussy buried in the thick mat of her black hair.
"You're beautiful," he gasped.
"Bobby," she said, "how do you know about this little button right here?" She spread the lips of he pussy so he could see the throbbing bud of her clit.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean how did you know that touching me there would excite me?"
" 'Cause that's where Mary Lou tells me to touch he so she can shoot."
"Mary Lou? You mean that little girl down the block?"
"Yeah. We been playin' husband and wife for a long time together."
"Oh, my God! What do you do when you play?"
"We feel each other and we fuck."
"You mean you really put your thing inside her?"
"Not all the way ... never. She'd just let me put it in a little, 'cause she said it hurt her."
She ran her hand down an curled it around his cock. Then it was her turn to gasp. "Let me see you, Bobby."
He rolled away from her, and she moved up on an elbow until her head was above his navel. She lifted his cock and stared at it.
She could almost feel the heat shimmering around his cock as it throbbed in front of her face. His cock was so big! God, her husband Fred wasn't much bigger. Her cunt started to moisten. How wonderful it would feel to have that hard, young pecker driving and plunging into her wet pussy!
But no, she couldn't. He was so young. But he was also in pain. She could see it. She skinned his cock back and the flaming head came into view. It was wet and shiny. It became the most beautiful and erotic cock she had ever seen.
"I'm so close, Aunt Marie! Please help me shoot!"
"Bobby, it's not right! I'm your aunt!" but her mind was already full of the need for his meat. Her pussy was burning with the same need.
But no, she couldn't fuck him. He was too young.
"Please, Aunt Marie ... please!"
he was just a baby, with only a few hairs on his groin but, as she stared in fascination at his cock, her hand started pumping up and down. Her mind kept screaming no, but she couldn't make herself move away. She was paralyzed as she lay there unable to do anything but gaze as the turgid prick came into view again and again above her hand.
"What are you going to do?" Bobby said, twisting his ass around and arching his back until the head of his cock was aimed directly at her lips.
"I'll take care of it for you, Bobby. I'll jack you off."
"But that's what I do myself!" he cried. "Let me put it in your hole ... please, Aunt Marie! Let me fuck you!"
As his hips worked harder, shoving his cock closer and closer to her face, she gasped. Her brain raced feverishly as the smell of his cock invaded her nostrils.
His breathing became heavier. Her excitement and anticipation mounted. His hips kept shoving until his meat was barely an inch from her parted lips.
Marie's mouth was hanging open. Then his cockhead brushed against her lips, leaving a tiny fleck of sperm. Her mouth was suddenly gushing saliva and she knew what she was about to do.
"There ... there is another way, Bobby."
"Another way?"
"Yes," she said. "I mean besides my hand or my hole."
"That's the only way Mary Lou and me ever did it."
"Well, this way is almost as good."
"What's it called?"
"It's ... it's called sucking."
CHAPTER THREE
"How do you suck?" he asked.
"With your mouth. Just like you put your mouth over my tittie and suck it. I put my mouth over your cock and suck it until it shoots."
"Really?" he asked, rising up and looking down at his cock as it dangled close to her soft, pink lips.
"Would you like that, Bobby? Would you like to have my mouth such the juice from your pretty prick?"
"Oh please, yes ... yes ... do it, Aunt Marie!" he cried. "Suck my cock!"
his hot, throbbing cockhead grazed her mouth, then it came to rest on her lower lip.
"Please do it, Aunt Marie! Hurry! Suck me!"
She tasted his cum as it oozed from the head of his cock. It drove her wild. She guided his prick until the head was between her lips and lying on her tongue. He thrust forward with his hips, trying to bury its length in her throat.
Suddenly, it was beautiful. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted it to go on and on and on. She removed her mouth from his cock and pressed kisses up and down on its silky, quivering length. "Oh suck it!" he cried. "Please suck it!"
She slobbered wet kisses on his inner thighs, tongued his balls. Her eyes wandered over his body as she worked. His body was still a child's. his legs were small, almost spindly, his balls were tiny, his hips and buttocks were unbelievably slender. Only his cock was man-sized.
She took his balls into her mouth and gently rolled them around and around with her tongue. Then she sucked them. Never, in her whole life, had she ever dreamed of having a man so young and tender in her mouth.
"Oh please suck it more, Aunt Marie!" he cried. "I think I might shoot off!" he was pulling at her hair, trying to get her mouth back up to the head of his prick. "Oh, Aunt Marie! You're driving me crazy!"
She let his balls slip from her mouth. Globs of saliva dripped from his sac. She tongued his cock, lapped it, washed the length of his prick. She nibbled at the hard, throbbing base of his meat, throwing herself into a sensual, erotic heaven.
"Suck it!" he begged. "Suck my cock into your mouth! Suck my cock! Suck it all!"
Her cunt was on fire. The lubricating juices of her pussy boiled and oozed out from her parted cunt-lips. They rolled in thick, sticky streams down her inner thighs and puddled on the bed under her gyrating ass-cheeks.
She knew he was about to come, and she didn't want him to. She wanted to suck and lick on his cock forever. Still, she didn't want to hurt him. And her own fever ws wildly intense.
She reached down and found one of his hands. She curled her fingers around his hand and squeezed it into a fist. Then she parted her legs and pushed his hand between her thighs. She felt his wriggling fingertips part her cunt-lips.
"Push, Bobby, Push!"
He pushed and gasped in awe as his fingers disappeared into her wet, heated cunt. It felt like a wet, velvet glove on the inside.
"All my fingers are in your pussy, Aunt Marie!"
"Push harder!"
"You mean more?"
"Yes ... yes, Bobby. Push your whole hand into me and then rub your wrist against that little button. That way you can make me come while I suck your cock off!"
He didn't think it possible, but he pushed. He could never get more than part of a finger up Mary Lou's cunt. But to his amazement, his hand and then part of his wrist slid easily up into his aunt's cunt.
"Yes ... oh Jesus, yes, Bobby!" she wailed. "That feel so fucking good! Now rub ... that's it, rub hard with your wrist against my clit! Oh fuck, shit, piss, that feels so good!"
He was driving her wild and he loved it. Inside her cunt he made a ball of his fist and started punching with all his might. Her ass bounced and her throat burst forth with a scream of passionate joy.
"Suck me! SUCH ME!" he shouted above her screams. "Suck my cock while I fist-fuck your pussy!"
She readily complied.
She opened her greedy lips and took his cock into her mouth. For a moment his meat wallowed around in her mouth, then she opened her jaws and jammed her head downward. She felt his prick slip deep into her throat until her upper lip was mashed against his groin.
Marie sucked him greedily, shivering with the overwhelming excitement of doing something forbidden.
The rating need and mutual desires became compulsive for both of them. She went wild at the sensation of his plunging fist in her cunt and his wrist pounding her clit. She felt his other hand pushing on the back of her head as he began thrusting his rock-hard, man-boy cock in and out of her throat.
"Suck my cock ... I didn't know anything could feel so good! Oh, suck it! I'll give you all my cream!"
She responded wantonly and eagerly, forgetting that this was her nephew and only a child. He had a cock, a hard on. Pursing her lips around the pulsing head, she laved it with her tongue. She sucked with passionate joy as tiny drops of his pre-cum slid into her mouth.
Her hands slid beneath him and tightly gripped the taut cheeks of his ass. Savagely she pulled his crotch against her face just as eagerly as he pushed her head down over his meat. He trapped her head between his sweating thighs.
"There ... there ... THERE!" he screamed. "I'm coming ... I'm going to shoot!"
With a pounding thrust of his hips, he gave her all of his cock. The movement forced his cock down her throat.
Because it was shoved so far into her throat, she couldn't taste the milky cum his cock was shooting.
She could only feel it and it drove her insane. She closed her thighs over his wrist and arm and pounded her pussy back and forth toward her own come.
She swallowed his spunk greedily, feeling its sticky warmth slide down her throat.
When his cum was completely spent, he pulled his arm out of her cunt.
"No ... no, Bobby" she groaned, rolling away from him.
"What's the matter, Aunt Marie?"
"I ... I didn't ... I ..."
She could barely speak. She ached. Her cunt burned with a sensuous fire. Tears welled up in her eyes as her own hands tried to fill the void his fist had left.
She hadn't made it. She hadn't been able to come after doing what she should never have done to her own flesh and blood. She had sucked his cock in hopes of fulfilling herself, and she had failed. She still wasn't fulfilled, and the pit of her belly was on fire with an aching void.
"You didn't come, did you, Aunt Marie?"
She shook her head from side to side as her body trembled.
"It'll get hard again right away," he said. "It always does. I know it would if you let me play with your titties and your pussy."
Her eyes widened. Slowly she looked up at him.
"It will?" "Sure. I can come three, four times before I stop."
"Oh, Bobby," she cried. "I want you to fuck me with your cock!"
"You mean, in the pussy?" he said, his voice full of excitement.
"Yes, Bobby!" she cried. "I want my cut full of your sweet meat."
He looked so young and thin, almost fragile. It was hard to believe that this was the same boy who had minutes before filled her mouth with his cum.
Her eyes traveled in disappointment down to his cock. It was limp and soft and barely two inches long. It looked no bigger around than one of her fingers. It looked so small and insignificant lying on his fuzz-covered groin.
And yet it was exciting ... exciting and appealing.
"Aunt Marie?"
"Yes?"
"If you suck it a little again, I think it'll pop right up."
She knew she wanted to suck it and feel it swell inside her mouth. Leaning forward, she popped the head back into her mouth and felt his cock immediately start to expand.
She purred at the feel of his soft, spongy prick wallowing around in her saliva. Before it grew too big, she opened her mouth and encased his balls as well. She sucked and tongue both his balls and his cock.
"Oh yes ... that's doing it! That's getting it hard right away, Aunt Marie!"
And it was.
His prick was shivering as blood began to fill the head and staff. Soon his prick lurched to its full length, and his balls were pulled from her mouth.
It had been such a rewarding experience for Aunt Marie that she had forgotten about the cunt-fucking which had been the original intent. She enjoyed sucking his cock again.
But Bobby hadn't forgotten about fucking her cunt. He had lifted her leg and pried apart the succulent lips of he gooey pussy. The wet, pink flesh now lay open to his ravishing eyes. He wanted to stick his cock into that exposed flesh more than ever. He fingered her cunt and then tasted her juices. They were sweet and hot and thy sent more thrills through his youthful body. Soon he was so excited that he could wait no longer.
"Aunt Marie ..."
Silence. Groaning. Sucking.
"Aunt Marie ... stop!"
She wouldn't stop. She kept sucking. He was afraid that he would come again in her mouth. It was nice. But he wanted her pussy. He wanted feel a real, grown woman's cunt wrapped around his cockmeat.
"STOP! Please, Aunt Marie!" he wailed. "I want to fuck your pussy."
She kept on sucking.
He grabbed her head and pushed her away as he pulled with his hips. His rock-hard cock came out of her mouth with a pop. She stared up at him as if she were in shock or hypnotized.
Bobby was on top of her in an instant, wriggling his hips down between her luscious thighs.
His hips pounded his cock toward her pussy. He hit her ass, her belly, both her inner thighs. He bent his prick against her hard pubic bone, backed off and plunged again.
Marie worked her hands down to his prick. "Here ... Bobby, here!"
She lifted her hips, placing her cunt in just the right position.
His cock parted her pussy-lips and he drove into her with a slurping, slipping sound. They were fucking.
"Oh shit," he screamed as he slick, velvet-soft inner walls sheathed his cock.
He shoved his cock hard into her. The ecstasy was too much. There seemed to be muscles all over her inner cunt that milked and sucked on his meat, making it impossible for him to do anything but just lie there and enjoy it. He rolled his head back and forth between the fleshy mountains of her tits. He was too paralyzed with joy to move anything else.
But she wanted more. She didn't just want cock. She wanted to fuck.
"Fuck me, Bobby ... please!"
"Huh ... huh?"
"Fuck me with you cock!" she screamed. "You've got to move ... move back and forth, up and down. PUSH! Push and pound your prick into me!"
But he was mesmerized by the lustrous feel of her wanton, female body. She was telling him what to do and how to do it. But lying there between her thighs, with his cock in her cunt and his head between her tits, he didn't care if he never moved again. It was so warm, so soft, that he didn't want to gamble on the possibility that if he moved the feeling might go away.
His prick lay deep inside her. It was stiff and pulsing with the sensations from her marvelous cunt. He could feel the muscles far inside her cunt kneading at the head of his cock, keeping him in sexual bliss.
She grasped his hips and with more strength than she knew she had, she began pistoning body up and down between her thighs.
In no time he got the idea.
Drawing his ass back, he lunged. His prick drove through her spread crack, sending newfound spasms of sexual thrills up and down his spine. He did it again. And then again. And then he was fucking her with a frenzy, driving the full length of his young meat up her hole with every thrust.
She moaned. She cried and sobbed. She was loving his cock and her cunt drove him on to fuck her harder.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
"Yes ... yes, Bobby! It's good ... your cock feels good!"
"We're fucking, Aunt Marie! I love it! I love your pussy!"
"And I love your cock! Feed it into my belly. Fuck me with your cock! All of it ... give me all of it every time!"
Her voice was a passionate whimper. Her body was shaking. He could feel her juices boiling as the burning hotness of his cock pressed against her. She squeezed his prick with her grabbing, kneading cunt.
Those sounds ... those sounds of delight and passion, thrilled him. Suddenly he was as good as any full-grown man because he could make a woman passionate wit his prick. He jabbed his cock deeply into her, making his hard prick-meat spread her cunt.
She began moving her hips in circles as he fucked. She wanted to feel him every place that she could. The sickness of her cunt and the slosh of her juices made his cock churn her passion to a white-hot heat.
She reached for his ass, helped to grind his cock into her pussy. Her cunt devoured his plunging prick and yearned for more.
"Give it to me, Bobby! That's it! Fuck me! Let me feel your cock blow up inside me!"
Her pussy coaxed and sucked on the head of his rod, pulling and tugging at his cock.
She felt her come quickly approaching. It bubbled up in her belly and seemed to flow along the walls of her cunt to the tautly stretched lips with a wonderful, surging kind of passion.
She wanted him to come with her. She wanted to feel the heat of his juice boiling inside her pussy while her body filled with orgasm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Bobby! I'm going to come!"
His breathing became heavier as his hips tried to keep a steady pace over the writhing, insanely-bucking body. He was stretched tight. His never ends were right on the edge. It was glorious and he wanted to make it last as long as he could.
"Faster! Harder!" she shouted. "Give it all to me! Pound me with your prick!"
"Yes, yes!" he panted, placing his palms on her tits.
"I'm coming, Bobby! Oh shit! I'm coming like a fucking dam! Let me have yours ... come with me, you little shit!"
Bobby saw his first woman in the throes of total passion. Her face was beautifully contorted. She was screaming but he couldn't hear the sound.
Then suddenly her was there.
His hips worked violently, thrusting his surging cock into her seething cunt until he wanted to scream with the delight of it.
Her legs locked around his ass as she strove to bring him off with her. Her hips thrust wildly along with his. Neither of them could control their bodies any longer.
As her lust mounted to its highest peak, she lunged frantically against his cock. She moved her hips in grinding circles, forcing his cock to scrape every part of her cunt.
Finally, with one last powerful lunge, she reached her crest. He joined her with a mighty jerk and his cum began to spew into her heated hole.
He held his breath as his cock pulsed his cum deep within her cunt. Passion flooded over her as he came. She lay beneath his heaving body, savoring the feel of the stiff, jerking cock within her belly. Her excitement had been so profound that she could feel her own juices drip from his balls and puddle beneath the crack of her ass.
When he was spent, he flopped on her body.
She cradled his head between her breasts. "That was beautiful, Bobby ... truly beautiful."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes ... I can't tell you how much."
"Then ... then ... can we do it again? Can we fuck some more?"
her hesitation was momentary. "Yes ... we can do it some more. We can do it tomorrow as a matter of fact."
CHAPTER FOUR
The following afternoon, Bobby rushed home from school. He wasn't sure what would be awaiting him. He had barely been able to concentrate on his studies all day.
That morning at breakfast she had seemed very distant. She also seemed a little embarrassed. She wouldn't meet his eyes.
Yet, as if to confuse him more, she had kissed him good-bye at the door. Her lips had met his and suddenly her tongue was wedged in his mouth, rocking from side to side. That, and the crush of her soft tits against his chest, had given him an immediate hard-on.
He hadn't wanted to go to school. But with a pat on his crotch, she ushered him out the door.
Now, as he entered the house, his cock was getting hard again.
"Aunt Marie!"
He heard her voice coming from the second floor, but he couldn't make out the words. He bounded up the stairs.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in her. In the bathroom. I'm taking a bath, silly."
His cock got harder as he silently raced down the hall and paused at the partially-open door. He looked into the opening and saw her standing in the tub - stark naked.
Aunt Marie was even more beautiful than he remembered, with soap and water glistening on her smooth skin. Her tits swayed back and forth, making his mouth water in anticipation. The fur of her cunt was a soapy white. Yet her pink cunt-lips could be clearly seen.
His body quivered and he smiled. "What are you doing?" he said.
"I told you, little idiot ... I'm taking a bath."
Bobby stripped. He smiled as he looked down and saw his cock bounding in front of his belly. It stuck out like an arrow, and his prick looked as if it had grown a full inch from the fucking it had gotten the previous evening.
"Can I come in?" he said. "I mean while you're naked?:
Her voice floated back to him, coy and seductive. "Of course you can, honey. It isn't as if you haven't seen me naked before, is it?"
He pushed the door open. With his cock like a spear out in front of him, he walked into the room and up to the tub. His cock dangled directly in front of her face.
Her tits bounced in the water like two giant balloons. The sight of those pink-tipped beauties made his cock pulse faster.
"You're already taking me for granted, aren't you, Bobby?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, grasping his cock with one hand and her head with the other. "All I know is I want you. I've thought about you all day."
"And you've probably had a hard-on all day, too," Aunt Marie said.
"All day long," he sighed.
Instead of opening her mouth at once and sucking his cock, she stroked his prick steadily back and forth. "Your cock's beautiful, Bobby. I shouldn't do this, but I can't help it."
He arched his back, thrust into her soft hands. "I want you more than anything else in the world, Aunt Marie," he panted, feeling the jism in his balls start to churn.
"I know, Bobby."
"You going to suck my cock?"
"Soon ..." she said. "I've got something special I want you to do for me this afternoon ..."
He waited, but she made no move to change the slow, sensuous jack-off rhythm.
"Aunt Marie."
"Yes?"
"I'm getting' awful hot," he whined, his legs shaking.
"There's plenty of time," she whispered.
"Maybe you'd better do it pretty soon ... if you're going to."
Again she was a woman possessed by lustful thoughts. Her nephew was a man, with a man-cock, and he was her lover; the illicit lover she had always dreamed about, but never had the courage to take.
As she stared hungrily at him, she stood up. She continued to clutch his prick as he gazed at her with a contented smile.
"We're going to be good for each other, Bobby," she said, her tits grazing against his chest. "I know we are. We came good last night and we'll come good again and again and again."
He nodded and groaned in response as his hands slid to her tits and squeezed. He never wanted her to stop. She was stroking his cock in a wonderful way. Her hands would close over his prick and balls like a soft trap and then they would pull away. Then she milked his cock toward her pussy.
The more she did it, the wilder and more agitated he became. At last he felt an almost overwhelming burst of excitement flooding over him. He couldn't take it any more! He couldn't stand the pressure in his balls.
He was a man and she was a woman and he wanted her. He needed to take and possess her right then.
She was turning away from him, reaching for her robe when, with an animal-like growl, he grabbed her. His hands went around her sides and cupped the full mounds of her tits. His fingers moved gently as he kissed her neck. Her pressed his swelling body against her firm buttocks and felt the blood pour into his loins.
"No ... slow, Bobby, slow," she said. "I told you, I've got something special planned for this afternoon."
Her body turned in his loose grip and his lips fell on hers. She was whimpering s he grabbed and caressed her cunt. Her tongue moved between his teeth and began to search inside his mouth. Their bodies moved slowly against each other.
"Bobby ... c'mon, lets go into the bedroom."
"No."
"Please ..."
"No ... now, now, now!" he pushed her down to the tile floor and parted her knees.
A deep animal groan escaped from her lips as his body wedged between her thighs. Suddenly she didn't care - she wanted him. Her legs spread wide and her arms reached out for him.
They were both hot and they were both lubricated from just the sight and the touch of each other's bodies.
His cock slid into her cunt like a greased pole and her buttocks lifted off the floor to greet him. Bobby reached beneath her and cupped her full, fleshy ass-cheeks. The rhythm of fucking began.
Bobby's lips settled o a swollen nipple and he began to lave it as he pistoned his cock into her gushing pussy.
"Good ... good! She cried. "Oh, Bobby, we fuck so good, you and I."
"Do I fuck you as good as Uncle Fred?"
"Yes, lover! You fuck the best!"
His ego exploded. His pride swelled. And his chest, along with his prick, expanded.
He drove her ass into the floor on every fuck-stroke.
She groaned, and her ass shot up out of his hands as she tried to drive his cock farther into her surging body.
His cock stayed firm inside her cunt, and he rolled, pulling her onto her side beside him. His lips found hers, and his tongue searched the sweetness of her mouth. Her hands were all over him, caressing, touching, reveling in the pleasure he was giving her.
"Let me on top, Bobby!"
His hand went around her hip and he rolled over onto his back, pulling her over with him.
She lay on top of him for a second while he explored her ass-cheeks with his sweaty hands. Then she rose up and began to move her hips. Bobby's hands slipped around to the front of her body, cupping her swaying tits.
As she bounced and rotated her succulent body above him, he caressed her big tits, his fingers rolling and rubbing at the eraser-hard tips.
Her closed his eyes and let her ride his thrusting cock. Her legs squirmed up beside him so she could get more of his cock into her cunt, and he felt his prick hitting bottom as her ass dropped on his thighs. He held back his cum as he pumped into her. Her steady moans of pleasure erupted in squeals of ecstasy as she worked up to the peak, shot over, and started the climb all over again.
Finally he lost control. When he felt her body tightening with excitement, his grunt of satisfaction mingled with her squeal of delight, and he shot his cum into her cunt, his body tingling from the pleasure rippling through him.
She collapsed beside him, exhausted, and the room was filled with their hoarse breathing as they relaxed in the afterglow of ecstasy. He saw the smile of satisfaction on her face. He had done his job well.
"Was it good?" he asked, the smile of total innocence returning to his face.
"It was the best, my little lover."
"Then let's do it again," he said.
"Already?"
"I told you ... I can do it sometimes three times in a row!"
she looked down. Sure enough, his cock was like steel rod ... stiff and hard.
"All right," she said. "Come with me. "I'll show you what I wanted you to do with me before."
Bobby followed her into the bedroom. She jumped up onto the bed on her hands and knees. Her beautiful round ass bobbed in front of him.
"Oh!" Bobby exclaimed. "You want me to fuck you dog-fashion! I know what that is, Aunt Marie ... I've seen pictures!"
"Almost, Bobby," she said, spreading her knees so that her cunt widened and her asshole was exposed.
"What else?" he said, getting behind her. He prodded her wet cunt-hole with the tip of his readily erect young cock.
"My ass, Bobby!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me in the asshole."
"No, Aunt Marie."
"Yes ... please, Bobby! I know it'll feel good. Your cock will be perfect."
"But I'll hurt you."
"Just a little at first. Then it'll feel good. Go ahead, try your finger first."
He shrugged. For him it would be a new thrill, a new experience. He patted the majestic globes of her ass. They shook and wobbled delightfully.
Then playfully the tip of his finger poked into the hole.
"Go ahead, Bobby! Don't be afraid! Finger-fuck my asshole!"
he pushed harder until his finger was embedded. When it was in as far as it would go, he twisted it around and around.
She gasped, then moaned. "Oh, God! I knew it would feel good!" She wiggled her hips. The action caused the cheeks of her ass to shimmer and wobble.
"Do you like it?" he asked, grasping his cock. Suddenly he was no longer timid about ramming his cock up her asshole just as hard as he had done with her cunt.
"Nice," she sighed. "I can feel it clear up to my tits. Now, take your finger out and put you cock in."
Popping his finger out, Bobby positioned his cock comfortably, pressing against her anal opening. The touch of her puckered fleshed against his throbbing prick forced more blood into his already pounding staff.
"It looks awful small for my cock, Aunt Marie."
"It's all right, damnit! Fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
He bit his lip and lunged forward, thrusting the bludgeoning knob of his cock halfway into her rear cavity.
She screamed. But it wasn't in pain.
"Go, baby! Go, lover, go! Shove it all in me! Hard! Hard ... hard!"
Bobby groaned and lunged again. This time more of his cock went inside her ass. When he stopped pushing, he looked in amazement. He had all but two inches of his cock wriggling asshole.
His goal, however, was the same as hers ... total penetration. He gave a few short jabs and discovered that he couldn't advance any farther. The hole was too tight; it was almost as though her anal-flesh had become a vise.
"Is that all ... is that all!" she screamed. "Give me more!"
Suddenly Bobby was angry. He had satisfied her pussy; goddamnit, he could satisfy her fucking asshole. Putting all his prick into asshole became the only objective in his mind and body. He lunged, driving his cock all the way into her ass.
"Oh yes!" she moaned. "That's beautiful lover! That's wonderful!"
"It's all in you," he gasped.
"I know ... it feels like a pole ripping my ass apart. I love it! Now fuck me with it! Fuck my asshole just like it was my cunt!"
Bobby eased his prick out until only the rubbery head remained inside. Then he bore into her with a powerful thrust that sank his cock to the balls, and his aunt screamed.
"Oh, Jesus ... oh shit!" she gasped, as the boy repeated the act, assaulting her rectum with the speed and power of a maddened bull.
The youngster's body was swamped with new sensual sensations. His cock was glowing, pounding, his nervous system hummed. Once inside her ass, he had planned to fuck her nice and slow, savoring each thrust. But her asshole had become just too delightful. His cock became alive with action as it got carried away with the new-found thrill.
Seconds after he started pumping her, he was fucking her as fast as he could. Her ass suddenly became the most beautiful part of her body. Her asshole felt as hot and wonderful as her cunt had felt before.
His aunt whimpered, groaned, and screamed throughout the wild fuck. Her ass trembled and squirmed. She bucked and hunched on his cock, reaming her asshole on each stroke. Her hole rippled with waves of heat that seared his loins as he humped into her.
She slumped forward as his weight drove her body flat against the mattress. Bobby slid his hands under her body and gripped her heavy tits. He gripped one in each hand. They felt like two giant, throbbing melons in his palms as he clutched them.
They continued to fuck ... pleasure saturated them and the minutes flew by. All they existed for, all they knew, all they felt, was the delicious sensation that ravished their minds and bodies.
"Bobby ... Bobbyyyyyy!"
"Yes ... yes ..."
"I'm coming! I'm going to come! Fill me with your cream! Shoot it up into me!"
The gasping screams that erupted from her throat at the arrival of her climax triggered his. Bobby tore at her breasts and, pumping furiously, shot his molten sperm up her anal passage.
He fucked and fucked until her spasms died and his balls were totally depleted. Then, abruptly, his cock slipped out of her squishy asshole and he flopped ot the bed beside her, totally drained.
"Oh, Aunt Marie ... what a come!" he sighed.
He felt her move beside him. He opened his eyes and looked up.
She was straddling his belly and squatting above him. His cum flowed from both her ravished holes in long, thick silver streams to puddle on his naked chest and stomach.
"Beautiful," she said, rubbing it over his body like a salve. "Absolutely beautiful!"
CHAPTER FIVE
They fucked every day and every night.
It became the best of all possible worlds for both of them. Bobby's lust for his aunt's cunt was insatiable and she took all he could give her.
She taught him all the mysteries of the female body and how to explore them. She treated him like both mother and lover.
As the boy continued to mature, the woman became more independent. Her husband sensed it after a couple of months. Suddenly Fred didn't take her for granted anymore.
Soon, the problems that had caused a gulf between them disappeared. Now, on his weekends home from traveling, their sex life regained its former ardor. He couldn't wait until Friday night so he could take her up to bed and do all the things to her that he always wanted to do.
There was something new and strange and wonderful that had broken down all the barriers between them.
And Marie loved every minute. She had her man-lover on the weekends and her boy-lover during the week. She didn't want it to ever end.
On the weekends Bobby was frustrated. He would creep, during the night, to their door and listen to the sounds of their fucking. When he could stand it no longer, he would run back to his room and lay on his bed. Then he would furiously pump his cock until his sperm spewed high into the air, coming down in globs on his belly.
But it wasn't enough. He wanted Aunt Marie's body. He wanted her cunt, her mouth, and her asshole over his cock, making him shoot. He wanted her all the time, not just during the week.
He told her so.
"But Bobby, he's my husband. I love him."
"Don't you love me?"
"Of course, I love you. You're my lover and he's my husband."
But I get lonesome on weekend nights!"
She nodded, biting her lip, knowing full well the monster she had created in the child. But there was nothing she could do about it, and she didn't want to do anything about it. She wanted both of them. She didn't want it to stop.
So she took care of both of them.
When Fred was finished and sound asleep, she would sneak into Bobby's bedroom and suck his cock for him.
As was his way, the boy often required at least two orgasms to quiet the fires of desire in his loins. Those times she would suck his cock and swallow the wealth of cum that seemed to get richer with each passing day, and then she would swing her body over his and get him off a second time with her cunt or her asshole.
But Bobby wanted more.
"What more can I give you, Bobby?"
"I want to watch."
"Watch what?"
"Watch you and Uncle Fred fuck."
She was amazed and aghast. "No!"
"Why not?"
"It's impossible. We couldn't do that. What if you were caught?"
"I'll be careful, Aunt Marie. I want to watch his cock go into your pussy and your asshole. Does Uncle Fred fuck you in the asshole like I do, Aunt Marie?"
"Yes," she said, smiling. "He didn't use to ... but he does now. He does a lot of things now that he didn't use to do."
"What things?"
"He ... he goes down ..." She paused, remembering the times she had pushed Bobby's youthful face down toward her cunt and he had balked just before eating her pussy.
But then, as he strongly insisted that he be allowed to sneak into their room and watch them fuck, Marie thought about how she would like Bobby's face buried in her sopping pussy.
She wondered if Bobby would eat her if he saw Fred doing it first.
She agreed.
"When ... when can I watch, Aunt Marie?"
"Tonight," she said. "Here's what we'll do ..."
* * *
That night Bobby lay in his bed, pump his hard cock. He waited for his Aunt. True to her word, she soon opened his door and motioned for him to follow her into the adjoining bedroom.
"Hide in the closet," she whispered, shoving him into the tiny cubicle, "and be quiet."
"Will I be able to see?"
"Yes, yes, yes, you will, Bobby," she whispered with impatience. "Just open the door after he gets into bed with me, and you'll be able to see everything."
"What if it's too dark?"
"It won't be. We always fuck with both lamps on."
Bobby saw her walk across the room toward the bath. Her ass bounced delightfully in her tight slacks. It made his cock jump to hardness immediately as he thought of fucking her asshole.
"Hey ... are you going to stay in there all night"
"I'll be right there," Fred growled from the other room.
"C'mon," Marie called. "Get in here and let's see if I can make you forget about all that pussy you been gettin' on the road."
He appeared in the doorway, a giant of a man, naked to the waist, with a thick mat of blonde hair on his huge chest. "you're amazing," he said.
"Why? Because I don't care where you get your pussy any more ... just as long as there's enough of this left over for me when you get home?" She ran her hand across the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
"Yeah ... I might even quit fucking all those women and save it all for you," he laughed. "Think you could handle it?"
"Could you?"
"I'd love to try," he said.
She smiled as she followed him into the room and watched him pull back the covers on the big bed. He turned around then and faced her. He was also facing the closed, and Bobby could see that the bulge had grown to mammoth size.
Bobby watched his aunt's eyes take on a glazed look as his uncle's hands went down the front of his pants and flipped open the clasp. As his hand pushed the zipper down, the flaps came open. His shorts shot forward under the strain of his pulsing prick. Aunt Marie's eyes never left the bulge in her husband's shorts.
Bobby wondered if his aunt had looked at his cock that way. He couldn't remember. He started slowly fisting his cock as the scene in the bedroom continued to unfold.
Fred let his hand rest lightly on his bulging prick for a moment, and then he stuck his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed down. The front of his shorts hung on the tip of his hard prick. Carefully he removed the material.
A deep moan escaped her lips as his cock flipped free of the shorts and bounced back up into position. For a few moments she watched his cock as it bobbed up and down in front of his hairy groin.
Bobby looked down at his own prick and compared it. By God, he thought, it was nearly as thick. Fred's had more meat on it, and the head was nearly twice as big as Bobby's. The boy wondered how Marie could take such a fat thing down her throat.
The sound of his uncle flopping back onto the bed drew his attention.
"Now, honey," Fred said. "So it slow so I can see what I'm about to get. You know what I like."
"Yeah," Marie said, grinning. "I know."
She was breathing heavily as she unbuttoned her blouse. The blouse began to spread under the pressure of her huge breasts. When the last button was undone, the material gave up trying to hold the enormous globes back. Her tits burst free in all their naked glory.
Fred grabbed his thick cock as she slipped the blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. From the bed, his eyes feasted on one exposed nipple. As he watched her nipple grow and pulse, he began to move his fist up and down on his cock.
"I love your fucking tits," he said.
"What would you like to do with them?"
"I'd like to put my cock between them and fuck 'em."
"Then what?" Marie asked, lust clogging her throat as she watched his hand move steadily up and down on his cock.
"Then I hump my cock between your tits until my juice splatters all over your beautiful face."
Tiny beads of perspiration started popping out on both their bodies.
Marie kicked off her shoes and slipped her hands under the waistband of her tight slacks. She worked them down slowly.
His eyes moved down from her tits to the lacy black bikini panties that came into view. They, too, were tight and they outlined the pulpy bulge of her pubic hair.
Suddenly this wasn't the woman Bobby had been cuddling with, sleeping with and fucking for so long. In the room before him stood a stranger, a beautiful strange whom he felt he had never seen before.
The young boy barely managed to stop a loud gasp of astonishment. Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A tall, darkly sensuous woman with flowing black hair, liquidly sensual eyes, and a pouting red mouth that gave her the appearance of being too much woman for any man - or any boy.
Her body looked strikingly different. It was as if he had never seen her body before. Mammoth, jutting breasts that flowed into a tiny waist, then to slim, perfectly-formed legs.
She slipped the panties off. Bobby saw the soft, generous curve of her ass, her white-columned thighs, and her triangular pubic bush. It was glistening with the juices from her cunt. Tiny droplets of moisture gathered on the ends of her pubic hair and dripped down between her legs to the carpet.
Suddenly Bobby wished he wasn't there. He felt like he was an outsider watching something he had no business seeing. He felt small, and alone, and a little afraid.
"What do you want tonight, honey?" Fred asked.
"Your tongue," she coed, her voice low and husky in her throat. "I want your tongue up my cunt. I want you to lap and lick my pussy. I want you to suck my insides out and into your throat through my fuck hole."
"C'mere," he said.
She walked to the bed and stood while he rolled toward her. His lips ran over her silky inner thighs, leaving a trail of moisture on the skin and tingling nerve ends.
She stroked his wavy blond hair as she rotated her hips against his mouth, making her cunt respond to his tongue.
"Oh Jesus! That's good, Fred!" she cried. "I got myself all worked up this afternoon just dreaming about your mouth working on my pussy, and your tongue reaming my cunt."
Fred leaned back and gazed up into her passion-filled face. "You don't have to dream about it any more, baby. It's happening right now, and it's gonna keep happening all night."
He slid his hands up the backs of her legs and slowly worked his way upward until he cupped her firm, jutting ass-cheeks. As his hands moved, her body shook with the pleasure she was anticipating.
She urged his lips back to her firm thighs.
Fred kissed her gently and then pulled his head back and stood up. Marie put her arms around him and pulled his body tightly to hers.
"Take it easy baby. You'll be ready too soon."
"Oh God! I'm ready now!"
Fred could sense the urgency in her body. His nostrils filled with the smell of her cunt. His hands worked between her thighs, feeling the desire flow through her pussy.
From the closet, Bobby's eyes feasted on his aunt's body. The soft light played over her rounded form, highlighting her full, ripe tits and the mature, womanly flare of her curving hips. He wondered about this new, different woman he was seeing.
Suddenly he came, his sperm jetting in floods from the end of his cock to splatter against the back of the door. And still he continued to fist his cock as he watched.
Fred was sitting up straight on the bed now, straining to see her as she posed before him. Slowly, tantalizingly, she walked toward him.
Fred's eyes went to the jutting firm mounds of her tits as she came toward him. The flehs jiggled and bounced gently as she moved. Her nipples were rock-hard, and they throbbed with passion.
Marie's hands went up to her full tits. She lifted them in her palms.
Fred watched with fascination as she held her tits out to him, her thumbs strumming her nipples. Under her manipulation, her tits looked fuller, and Fred found his breathing becoming labored as he watched them swell.
He felt he should say something, to tell her how much he enjoyed her body; but when he tried to speak, he found his throat dry. His eyes moved up from her throbbing tits and found hers. He knew then that no words were necessary; he could see the approval in her eyes.
He dropped his gaze down to the small curve of her tummy, then past the flaring hips to the dark triangle below. He wanted her badly now.
"Let's fuck now," he growled.
"I want you to et me again," she said. "I want you to suck my cunt again."
Fred stood up and pulled all the covers off the bed except the bottom sheet. He dropped them over the end of the bed and turned to her.
"Lay down!"
she hurriedly obeyed, flopping down on her back and spreading her legs. Fred put one of the pillows under her head and one under her ass.
She closed her eyes as he climbed onto the bed beside her.
His hands started on her right ankle, massaging very gently, he worked upward. When his caressing fingers reached the sensitive area of her inner thighs, she moaned and twisted her firm buttocks on the bed. His hands went to the other ankle and slowly he repeated what he'd done to her right leg.
He stopped at her thigh again. He moved up to her shoulders. Slowly his fingers worked down, until he was massaging her big tits. At first he moved his hands in large circles over the full mounds, but as she arched her back, he felt her hard nipples digging into his palms.
He twisted her nipples gently. A film of perspiration covered her beautiful form, and her hips were rising and falling rhythmically on the bed.
"Oh, Fred, I can't stand any more ... please do it to me ..."
His right hand started a slow trip down over her slightly curved tummy, while his left continued to work on her throbbing nipple.
Marie spread her legs as his hand slipped between the junction of her thighs and began to caress her pussy. At first he worked lightly in the soft darkness; then his fingers became more inquisitive as he searched through her pubic hair to her slit.
He shifted his body to the end of the bed until he was between her open knees.
"Ohhhh, yes ... yes, I want ..."
he kissed her. Her hips shot up to meet his mouth, and he let his tongue lash out passionately. His tongue worked on her pussy. He lifted her ass-cheeks, moving her cunt as close as possible to his pleasure-giving mouth.
He ate her cunt slowly, dragging every last second of pleasure out of the lovemaking. But she had been real worked up, and in a few seconds he felt the shudder of ecstasy rip through her body.
"Yes ... yes, that's it!" she moaned. "I'm there! Oh, Jesus, how you can eat pussy!"
he continued to suck and lick at her cunt until her body was soon twitching and writhing through orgasm after orgasm. The juice from her pussy glistened all over his face, but still he wouldn't stop. He sucked and swallowed until it seemed that his belly would bloat with the flood of her cunt-juices.
And then he lifted his face and looked up between the heaving moutds of her tits.
"Enough?" he said.
"Enough," she said.
"Now me?" he asked.
"Now you," she replied. "Slide up her and sit on my tits. Treat my mouth like a cunt and shove your beautiful cock in it!"
He moved up across her body until his ass mashed her breasts down beneath him. He positioned his cock at her lips.
Just before he plunged his cock into her mouth, Marie rolled her head to the side, until it was facing the closet door.
"Now that's how to make love to a woman," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
Bobby didn't know when had made up his mind definitely, but he thought it was toward the end, when his aunt was licking Fred's asshole while he ate his own cum from her cunt.
If she had wanted to prove a point to him, she had succeeded. She was a woman who needed a man. Fred wasn't much of a husband, but he was a man. And Booby was a boy.
When that realization hit him, he made his decision to run away.
When they were both sound asleep, he made his way silently back to his room. He packed what clothing he had in a small suitcase and stole from the house. He had very little money and he didn't know where he was going. But he didn't care. The important thing was, he was going.
He took a bus until his money ran out. Then he hitchhiked until he was so hungry he could go no father. Then he got a job by the day in a diner washing dishes.
Being fairly large for his age and cocky in his attitude, no one asked him his true age. He always said sixteen.
The man who owned the diner was a slave driver. That was one of the reasons he constantly employed runaways like Bobby; they wouldn't say much if he hit them and they wouldn't talk back during one of his tirades.
Bobby hated him, but he was determined to stay with the job until he got enough money to move on.
It didn't last.
One evening he dropped a tray while loading it at a table. The place was almost empty, with only on customer at the counter and a couple at the booth next to him. It was actually their fault, or at least the woman's fault, that he had dropped the tray. The woman wore a very low-cut, very revealing blouse with no bra on under it. Her nipples stood out spectacularly and the creamy bulges creased together forming a deep valley down her front. Bobby had been trying to see down that front when he dropped the tray.
The owner of the diner, a big brutish type, was on him in a second. Before he had any time to protect himself, Bobby received a boxing blow on the side of the head, sending him sprawling into booth.
"You dumb kid ... think them dishes is free there?"
"What the fuck ...?" Bobby jumped to his feet and faced the man who was twice his size.
"You watch your language," he said. He slapped Bobby across the face with the back of his hand, sending the boy sprawling again.
This time Bobby came up with a catsup bottle. Before the man could stop him, Bobby had broken it against his forehead. The man roared like an angry bull and stared for him.
It all happened quickly after that. a foot came out from the booth and the diner owner went toppling. The man came out of the booth like a rocket and his foot was on the back of the owner's neck.
Bobby felt himself being pulled out the door. He looked around and saw that is was the pretty redhead with the big tits.
"C'mon kid," she said. "My old man will take care of him. I think you'll be better off with us for the next hour or so."
She had the car started and rolling by the time her husband hit the passenger seat and slammed the door behind him.
"Jesus, he was a big bastard," he said, looking at Bobby. "You okay, kid?"
"Yeah," Bobby gulped. "I guess so. Did ya' kill him?
The man threw his head back and laughed "Shit, no, kid, I didn't kill him. But the bastards gonna have a sore back for a while. What's your name?"
"Bobby ... Bobby Dru."
"You been working there very long?" asked the woman.
"About a week," Bobby replied.
"That's a rough place," she said.
"Yeah, I know," Bobby said. "But I needed some money to move on."
"Oh, " the man said, suddenly leaning over the the seat with an interested look on his face. "Where you headed?"
"South."
"Hey, that's funny," she said, glancing in the rear-view mirror at him. "that's us too ... we're heading south."
"Where you livin', kid?" the man asked.
"Back there ... at the diner. They got two cots in the back. The cook used one and I got the other."
"Jesus," the man said. "Then all your clothes are back there?"
"Yeah ... what clothes I got."
"Sounds like you're broke," the woman said, studying him intently in the mirror.
"I am now," Bobby replied.
"Whatta ya think?" the man said, turning to his wife.
"I think okay."
"How old are you, Bobby?" he said, turning back to the boy.
"Sixteen."
"Got anything to prove it?"
Bobby paused. "No."
"Got anything to prove how old you really are?" the woman asked.
Bobby looked at the man's face and then at the woman. She was staring back at him in the rear-view mirror. His face flushed and his mind raced. They had helped him. What the hell did he have to lose, he thought.
"Yes ... I do," he replied.
"And how old would that be?" the man asked.
"Thirteen," Bobby replied, swallowing hard.
"Perfect," the woman said.
They drove slowly for a while and then stopped. The man took over the wheel while the woman slid over into the passenger seat. When the car started off again, the woman put her arm up on the seat and started talking to Bobby.
"You're a pretty savvy kid for thirteen, Bobby," she said.
"Thanks," he replied, trying to keep his eyes above the twin mounds of her chest.
"I'm Ella ... this is my husband, Art," she said and went on to explain that they were like he was, just moving. They had gotten fed up with the grind in the small town where they had lived and just decided to take off and follow the sun.
"It sounds great," Bobby said. "You goin' south now?"
"Slow but sure," Ella replied.
"Well ... you mind if I ride along with you for a while? I ain't got no money for gas, but ..."
"Shit, don't worry about it, kid," Ella said. "The more the merrier."
"Hey, there's a motel up there," Art said. "Let's crash. I'm beat ... we been drivin' for damn near ten hours."
"I'll just sleep in the car." Bobby said.
"Hell, no," Ella replied. "These rooms always have sofas. You just slide down into those suitcases and your bed won't cost you a dime tonight."
"But your privacy ..." Bobby said.
"Who's private?" Ella laughed as Art swerved the car into the drive and rolled up to the front door.
The motel was nice, not cheap, with large rooms and two double beds. Art told Bobby and his wife to get comfortable. He was going out to get some food and beer.
"And on the way back," he said from the door, "I'll try to pick up a bed partner for you, Bobby."
"Get outta here," Ella said teasingly. "Can't you see you're embarrassing the kid."
And he was. Bobby's face was a bright beet-red. He wondered if Art had noticed the longing, almost drooling looks Bobby had been giving his wife's monumental tits.
When Art was gone, Ella pulled one of the suitcases from the stack and flopped it on the bed. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but we been on the road all day and I've just got to change."
She continued to chatter away as if she and Bobby were old friends. Bobby sat on the edge of the bed getting more embarrassed and more anxious as he realized what she was going to do.
The redhead started to remove all her clothes in front of him without even bothering to turn around. She slipped her skirt off and her fiery red pussy stared back at Bobby like a red light.
His cock rose at once and his body started to shake.
"I don't wear much underwear," she calmly explained. "It gets in the way when you're in a hurry, you dig?"
he tried to smile some kind of agreement. It was feeble. His cock hurt in his shorts. She removed her blouse. He was wrong. She did have on a bra. But it was cut so low and is was so thin that he hadn't detected it in the diner. Her breasts were enormous, even bigger than his Aunt Marie's. they spilled out over the top of the skimpy bra and he could see almost half of her nipples above the material.
"I do wear a bra sometimes, though," she said, slipping it off her shoulders and dropping it into the bag on the bed. "My tits are so damn big and heavy that sometimes it hurts if I don't. but men like 'em, so I guess they have some use. Art goes crazy for my tits. You like my tits, Bobby?"
he gulped and smiled wanly. He tried to speak but he could only nod. What was going on? Was she doing this 'cause she wanted him to fuck her?
Standing directly in front of him, Ella cupped her heavy tits and scratched at the indentations in her skin beneath them where the bra had left its marks.
Bobby was going crazy. The woman's tits were so beautiful. They made his mouth water with desire to fondle and suck them. The rest of her was made of a very full, flesh body. Her belly flowed down into a thatch of long russet-colored pubic hair.
Ella dug something out of the suitcase. As she stepped forward, Bobby had to turn his head or his nose would have been stuck directly in the middle of the woman's bush.
She put on a pair of see-through panties and a shortie nightgown that accentuated her thrusting pink-tipped breasts.
Again, Bobby's cock started to throb at the bare disguise of what he had last seen naked.
"Do you sleep in pajamas?"
"Ah ... sometimes."
"here's a pair of Art's bottoms. He rarely wears 'em. So you might as well."
Bobby took the pajamas and remained seated on the bed. "Thanks," he said.
"Well?"
"Huh?"
"Aren't you gonna put 'em on?"
"Oh ... a, yeah."
He stood up and his hard-on pushed out in front of him like a tent pole. Her eyes traveled down to his crotch and her smile broadened. He bit his lip, determined that he would be as brazen as she.
He stripped, then stood defiantly with his hands on his hips and his cock bobbing in front of him. His cockhead was already dripping semen.
"Nice," was all she said.
She lay down on the bed in front of him and spread her legs wide. Bobby watched as she reached down and pulled off her panties.
Then she pulled the nightie top up until her tits were free. She squeezed her tits together with her arms, the she began massaging her nipples. She parted the thick folds of her cunt and inserted three fingers into her hole.
Her cunt became sopping wet. She drove the three fingers in and out of her hole and against her clitoris.
It was only seconds before the build-up of her climax. Her tits heaved as she hunched her hips, driving the lips of her cunt against her fingers.
Harder and harder, she rubbed her knuckles over her clit until she gasped in climax and settled back onto the soft bed.
"That was just starters for me, Bobby. To warm up my pussy for a cock."
While he had watched her masturbate, Bobby had fisted his cock. He had almost come when she did. And now he was standing at the foot of the bed with his hard cock in his hand and a look of total awe on his face.
"That was beautiful," he said.
"Would you like to fuck me, Bobby?" Ella said.
"I ... oh, God yes ... yes ... but what about Art?"
"Don't worry about Art, baby."
"I ... I ... I don't know," Bobby said, his knees shaking so badly that he wasn't sure he could stand much longer.
"Well," she said, rolling away from him so her ass-cheeks gleamed. "If you don't want to ... I'll just wait for Art."
"But he's you husband."
"You're going to be mighty uncomfortable over there in that other bed whacking off while you listen to Art fucking me."
That did it. Bobby leaped onto the bed behind her. His bone-hard cock, its head slippery wet, slid down the crack between her thighs. The cockhead protruded from the front of her cunt while the throbbing shaft nestled against the fur around her cunt-lips.
"That's better, baby," she cooed, stroking and tickling the head with her nails.
He moved his hand carefully up over the smooth satin skin of her hip. Pausing at her waist for a brief second, he then slid it up under her gown to cup one breast.
She reached between her legs and fisted his cock.
"You're big for your age, Bobby," she said.
"Have you ever fucked a girl before?"
"I fucked a woman about your age ... lots of times," he replied, the strength coming back into his voice.
"Good," she said. "I like young boys, but I don't much care for young virgin boys ... they shoot off too fast."
"I can shoot a lot ... sometimes three of four times with just one hard-on," he bragged.
"You're gonna be just fine, Bobby ... just fine," she said.
She found his lips with hers; they were moist and they parted. Her tongue glided effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until she found his tongue. Quick darting movements, thrusts of tongue against tongue, increased their passion.
Ella's body shuddered with anticipation. He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs, until it came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and oozing cunt-lips.
Ella shivered at his touch. She felt her clit stiffening under a massaging thumb while his finger ran along the moist warm slit. She reached behind her and fondled the long, hard line f his throbbing cock.
"I want your cock," she cooed, rolling over to face him.
Her voice was husky with wanting. Her fingers slowly massaged the heavy foreskin bck and forth over the jerking head. She could sense the blood throbbing vigorously into the large, expanded glans. Droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the tip, smearing wetly against her delicate fingers.
She lay beside him, and they kissed again, a lingering, tongue-clashing kiss that said it all. The were flesh against flesh and their tongues told each other what they wanted.
"You're so hard," she moaned. "You're hard as a fucking rock."
"I'm hard for you, Ella ... for you," he breathed.
She moaned hotly, feeling his prick come alive in her hand.
"Good ... that feels good," he groaned, cupping and kneading her fleshy tits.
"I want you," she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding prick inside me, tearing me apart."
Her voice trembled and grew fainter as she moved down his body. For a brief moment, she hesitated at his crotch. His body stiffened, then relaxed to the sudden surrounding of her warm pouting lips and darting , caressing tongue. The skin on his cock tightened. He opened his legs, his hard cock pointing upward. She felt his hand on the back of her head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her armpits. He ran his fingers along her smooth bare neck.
"Oh, God," he gasped. "Be careful. I'll come right in your mouth!"
She let his cock slip from her mouth. His prick glistened with her saliva. "I love young dicks!" she moaned. "I want it in my cunt. I want you there, Bobby, right there! Feel me ... feel my pussy! See how hot I am?"
His hand went to her crotch. He felt the moist warmth of her cunt.
She became more excited and writhed under his ministrations. "Eat me!" she said, pushing his head down across her belly. "Give me pleasure with your tongue! Oh, shit, I want it so much!"
There it was. Should he lick her cunt? ... eat it? ... and swallow the juice from her cunt like he had seen his uncle do to his aunt?" "It takes a man to suck woman's cunt dry," were the words.
Suddenly he wanted it. He wanted to eat a pussy, this russet-colored, delightfully-wet pussy.
Her belly rotated with the rhythm of his caress. With her fingers placed just above her hairy slit, she stretched her cunt into a gaping cavern. He could see the glistening dark, pink flesh of her inner pussy.
"Yes!" he moaned. He mashed his face between her thighs.
"Yes, yes ... kneel down and suck it! Your tongue there, now my clit! Oh shit, it's good! My cunt's running with juice!"
Bobby gently moved the clit up and down, mashing, pinching the bud between his thumb and finger. His tongue was driving inside her cunt now.
Ella's legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle and flesh. Her tits rubbed against each other as she squeezed them together. "More, more, give me more!"
He spread her legs even wider apart. He knelt down between the firm columns of her flesh and brought his face to the heated crotch. He laved her slit, then licked the thick, silky lips of her pussy.
He ran his tongue over the moist folds of her pussy. He loved it and the hard tip of his driving tongue told her so.
Ella screamed with sheer ecstasy. Her thighs did a fitful dance, up and down, slamming, spreading, her body convulsing as his hands grasped the cheeks of her ass.
"I want it now ... now, NOW!"
"Take it!" he said, returning her eagerness. "Take it any way you want it!"
she rose to her knees before him and savagely pushed him back on the bed. His cock stood erect like a telephone pole.
"Yes ... yessss," he said. "Like that. I want it like that!"
She moved down slowly, her wet thighs and hips just above him. Lower and lower she came, slowly down, touching his body, then resting upon him, twisting so that her asscheeks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs spreading her hot juices all over them.
"It's ready for you," he sighed.
"And I'll take it," she said eagerly.
She gently caressed the interior of her slit with his thick cock. Her hips came down, guiding her gushing crevice until she feasted upon his cock, her cunt clutching his throbbing hardness inside her pussy.
"Oh shit, shit! You got it all, all my cock!"
"Yes, yes!" she gasped. "It's good! It's so beautiful! So good. Hunch up with your hips. Drive it up into me! Harder, you fucker! Harder!"
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her up and down against him. His cock was buried to its hilt inside her cunt. As he hunched up into her cunt, each thrust became more forceful than the last.
She closed her eyes and panted, going faster, faster, until she screamed as the final spasm of ecstasy went ripping through her pussy.
Bobby spurted an enormous jet of steaming cum, followed by another, then another. He emptied his balls into her cunt while a violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.
He moved, withdrawing his limp cock from its silky sheath. Ella raised herself form him. Smiling, she dripped long streams of sperm onto his belly from her wet, gaping cunt.
At that moment, the door opened and Art walked into the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bobby jumped off the bed and started clawing at his clothes. Both Ella and Art started laughing. Bobby stopped, dumbfounded.
"Hey, hey, Bobby, take it easy. What's the matter?" Art said, putting the food down and starting to undress.
"S-She ... she wanted me to do it," Bobby stammered, one leg in his pants and one leg out.
"I'm sure she did," Art replied. "How was he, baby?"
"Great. He even ate me first."
"How'd you like to work with us, Bobby?" Art said, down to his shorts now.
"You mean, you don't care that I fucked your wife?"
"Hell, no," Art said. We're swingers, kid. We both take our fun where we can find it."
"Whatta ya mean ... work with you?" Bobby said, curious now.
"We'll tell you all about it later. Right now why don't you help yourself to dinner while ..." he looked over at his spread-eagled wife on the bed, "... have a little snack myself!"
"I ain't hungry," Bobby said, still not sure if he should trust this couple.
"Then come on over and watch, Bobby," Ella said from the bed. "Art can show you a fe tricks you might be able to use."
Art crossed to the suitcase and took out a white plastic object that was shaped exactly like a huge cock.
"this is a vibrator, kid. Sit on the bed there and watch what I do with it. Spread a little more, honey," he said to his wife.
Ella spread her legs even farther apart. Art reached between her legs and deftly slipped the vibrator into her cunt. When it was good and slick, he removed it and shoved it far up into her asshole.
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed, fascinated, as Art turned the little machine on and Ella's body started writhing in pleasure.
"Now," Art said, his face ready to nuzzle into the sperm-filled hole, "I want a little of this myself."
"eat it out, lover," Ella said, running her fingers through his hair and gently forcing his face against her cunt by gyrating and thrusting upward with her hips.
When Art sensed that her passion was aroused to a peak, he shifted his body until his cock was directly against her face. "This is a sixty-nine, Bobby," Art said. "She sucks my cock while I eat her pussy. The added bit is the vibrator up her ass. It drives her wild."
"Shut up and suck," Ella said, urging him to complete the action that he had so recently started on her cunt with his talented tongue.
Bobby watched as she peeled down Art's shorts and exposed the biggest cock the boy had ever seen. Suddenly he felt young and awkward again, as he had felt when he saw his uncle fucking his aunt.
Art's cock was about three inches longer than Bobby's and it was nearly twice as thick. Stranger was the cockhead. It was twice as big as the shaft of the cock and looked like a huge ball on the end of a flag pole.
Ella held his rigid cock in front of her face. A tiny drop of semen had oozed from the hole. Her eyes were wide as she watched it drip onto her hand. She held his cock closer to her face and ran the hard shaft over her cheek, her chin, and down across her throat. She ran her tongue around the head of his prick until its tip drew the tiny glob of cum into her mouth. She swirled his cock around on her tongue, savoring its taste, and then she swallowed it.
He put his arms around her, running his hands down the smooth skin of her back to cup her fleshy buttocks. He tongued her belly, the inside of her thighs, the still-wet fur of her cunt. He parted her cunt-lips and entered.
The muscles of her belly contracted, creating a vacuum that opened her hole and seemed to pull and suck his tongue inside. He eagerly sucked and lapped with his tongue, savoring the bitter sweetness he found there.
Her tongue flicked lightly against the tip of his cock as her hand molded and caressed the slick shaft. The sexual tension in his body was so great that his cock twitched and leaped in her hand with each touch of her sensuous tongue.
"Oh shit, shit, shit! Damn it! That feels so fucking good!"
"Suck on my pussy!" she said, thrilling at his words. "Suck on my cunt and pound your cock into my mouth!"
Gently, he guided his prick between her lips until the hardness pressed against her throat. She nearly gagged but the thrill of having his hard meat in her mouth was too powerful.
Bobby watched her head withdraw from Art's prick and then plunge forward again and again, sending the giant knob far down her throat. She was obviously enjoying the pulsing intensity of his big cock in her mouth.
Art's hand closed over the vibrator protruding from her ass. He started ramming it back and forth while his tongue continued to assault her cunt. Harder and harder he licked her pink pussy.
At the same time, his hips hardened into corded muscle as he thrust his blood-filled with ever harder strokes into her eager, waiting face.
Her cheeks hollowed in a sucking motion each time he withdrew. Suddenly his chin was grinding with an incessant fury against her clitoris as his tongue reamed, serpent-like, in and out of her hole. Her body was on fire. She locked her thighs around his head, her feet entwined, as her heels beat a tattoo on the cushions. She was coming, coming like she'd never come before.
Bobby knew they were both swiftly approaching their comes. Furiously he pounded his cock and rose to his knees over her upper body so he could see better. He wanted to come with them.
Ella saw what Bobby was doing. She reached up and placed her hand on his cock.
Then she was coming and so was Art. There was a sudden, violent throbbing on the underside of the cock in her mouth as she reached the peak of her own orgasm. All three of her holes as well as one of her hands were filled with passion as she exploded throught two quick surges and gulped down her husband's come.
Wave after wave of sweet release surged through her body. It centered in her cunt and flowed upward to her tits and down to her thighs. From the sudden pressure of his tongue on her cunt, the groans rattling in his throat, and the quivering in Bobby's legs, she could tell that he, too, was coming.
And then Bobby came.
Suddenly the boy's hips lurched, leaving his cock in majestic rigidity directly above her face. She fisted it, continuing the pumping action wit her hand.
Thick globs of creamy white fluid rocketed from the end of his cock. They arced in the air and, like heavy raindrops, fell to splatter on her breasts.
Faster and faster she pumped his cock as she became more and more hypnotized by the fountain of his prick. Again and again his cock would jump in his hand, sending another stream into the air to land on her face, her belly, and her heaving tits.
At last it settled into a diminished stream.
"Jesus, that was good," Art said, rolling away from his wife and retrieving the vibrator from her ass. "Bobby, you're going to be great. C'mon, lot's all go take a shower."
Bobby had never taken a bath or shower with anyone before, let alone a beautiful woman and her husband. The idea was erotic and it was the most exciting thing he had ever imagined.
He was the first one in the bathroom. Art and Ella followed, satisfied glances and smiles passing between them.
Naked, the three of them jumped into the shower. Bobby's prick again got rock hard.
Ella looked at it and smiled at her husband. "He gets ready fast, don't he?"
"Just like a young stallion," Art said. "We may be able to turn three tricks in an afternoon. Suck him, honey. Suck him and I'll get hard again. You know how hot I get watching you suck a cock."
Bobby smiled at him and pushed Ella down to her knees in the tub. The water from the shower ran off her hair, matting it, as her face moved toward his rigid pole.
"Yeah, honey," Bobby said. "Stick my cock in your mouth and love it a little."
Ella's eyes again flashed up at her husband's smiling face. Ella let her parted lips come closer and closer to Bobby's rigid, tender flesh. She moaned when the oozing head of his young prick touched her mouth.
She touched only the foreskin which was long enough to pucker over the end of his staff even when he had a hard-on. Her long tongue slid out from between her lips and rooted into the hidden cockhead beneath. Reaching up, she took hold of his cock and slowly skinned it back until the head popped completely into view.
"Oh yeah ... oh shit," the boy groaned. "I love to suck and fuck."
She mouthed the head and slowly drew all his cock into her sucking mouth. Bobby drew his belly in and strained his prick forward as the redhead's face began to bob back and forth, sending the cockhead to the depths of her throat.
"Suck his balls too, Ella!" Art urged. "Take him all!"
"Oh, be careful!" Bobby cried. "I think I'm ready to shoot. I want to make it last.!
"Slow it down a little then, honey," Art said. "Jesus, but you can suck a cock, baby! I can almost feel you doing it to me!"
She nodded, whimpered, grasped Art's rising rod. Then she was pulling and tugging to bring Art's cock to her face.
Before man or boy realized it, she had joined Bobby's cock in her mouth with Art's. Wildly she sucked on both cocks at once.
"Oh, shit, that's good!" Art cried.
"Yeah ... yeah ..." the boy echoed. "It's as tight as an asshole!"
Ella's hand found her husband's balls eagerly she began to rub them, her othe hand doing the same thing to the small balls of the shivering boy.
Her tongue slid over first one cockhead and then the other, until Bobby's knees turned to rubber, and he had to lean against the wall. Art, in turn, leaned against him.
It was coming too fast, his passion crowding in around him so rapidly that he couldn't get control of himself. It was even worse when he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed in voluptuous ecstasy, her hands working on two cocks ... so extreme in their differences ... both jammed into her mouth.
"Suck it!" the boy groaned. "Oh, sonofabitch! Damn it to hell! OHHHHHHHH!"
As Art watched, the shuddering boy belched up his load. He could feel the cum jetting. Some of it landed on his own cock. He eased his cock out of Ella's mouth and let her finish draining the boy's balls.
Then they were all lathering each other, covering their bodies with a soapy film.
They all slept in one bed that night and each of them fucked her the first thing in the morning.
Over breakfast, Art explained to Bobby what he had meant the night before about working with them.
"See, Bobby, it all started kind of funny. Ella's always had the hots for young cock. I knew about it, we've always been real honest with each other. Shit, we used to laugh about it. But then this kid at the grocery store started hanging around with her all the time - well, we were so dumb back then we didn't realize it, but he wanted some of Ella's pussy.
"Well, one afternoon, she did realize it, and she took him right to bed. He was about your age and just as hungry for sex as you are. By the time I got home that afternoon, there were fucking and sucking each other's brains out.
"Instead of getting mad, I dug it. It really turned me on, so I just joined in. and I kept joining in. We were both screwing Ella for about a month when this boy told us about the two older women he had been screwing for over a year. One of the women was a widow and one of the riches old broads in town. That's when the idea hit me."
"What idea?" Bobby said.
"Well, a fifty-year-old woman and a twelve-year-old boy. Can you figure it out? This gal was one of the pillars of the community, but she had a hang-up for little boys. It just wouldn't do for anybody to find out about her little secret.
"One day I just quit my job, and Ella and I packed up, and I went over and visited this little old lady. She gave me five thousand dollars to leave town.
"off we went and here we are. We've done the same thing three more times since then. But the last boy who worked with us just got too old. He took his share and went back home to finish school."
"I think I understand," said Bobby. "We just travel around and find little old ladies who like little boys!"
"You got it," Ella said. "Are you game?"
"Sure," Bobby said. "I can't go back to my aunt's and I'm sure to be picked up as a runaway if I keep on hitchin'. I'm all for it."
"Good boy," Art said. "Let's go."
They spent three days heading south along the coastal resort towns until Art found one that looked good. They checked into a suite at one of the most expensive hotels in town and Art started casing the little old ladies by the pool.
Bobby was having a ball. Art and Ella acted like there was no tomorrow. They just went where they wanted and did what they wanted to do. Bobby was having a new life with them. They even bought him all new clothes.
While they waited for Art to spot a good mark, Bobby and Ella fucked and played. Then one afternoon Art walked into the room with a smile on his face as if he had just found a gold mine.
"I've found us a real winner. Her name is Kay Rouston and she's very, very rich. I got it from a kid who handles the beach equipment. She took him up to her suite twice last week and after the second time asked him if he had a little brother. She's our mark.
"Is she loaded?" Ella asked.
"She owns a bank in some small town up north."
"Perfect," Ella replied. "we'll start working on her first thing tomorrow morning. Tonight we'll celebrate.
"You two go ahead. I'll be up most of the night setting up our departure and some new I.D.'s"
That night Ella took Bobby to the nicest restaurant in town for dinner. Everything was wonderful and Bobby had the time of his life. After dinner they walked back to the hotel. They were almost there when a little blonde girl, about fifteen, stepped out of a doorway and stopped Ella.
"Lady ...?"
"Yes," Ella said, sizing up the situation at once.
"Could you spare a dollar? I need it bad. The crash pad I was staying in got busted tonight and I want to get a hotel room."
Ella looked her over real good. Underneath the tangled hair and the worn clothes she was fairly attractive and rather pretty. Ella gave the girl a dollar and she disappeared back into the doorway.
Ella took Bobby's arm and they moved on down the street a ways. "Bobby," she whispered.
"Yeah."
"How would you like to have a little extra fun tonight?"
"How?"
"You want to fuck that girl back there?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The girl's name was Bonnie and she was more than happy to accept the pretty redheaded woman and her son's invitation to sleep on their couch that evening.
And once they were up in the hotel suite, it almost became her obligation to fuck Bobby when Ella told her that the boy had never had a girl and it was her fondest wish that his first try at sexual intercourse be with someone his own age, rather than a woman of the streets.
Also, as an added inducement, Ella let her know that an extra twenty dollars would find its way into her pocket when she put her clothes back on.
You can come in now, Bobby honey," Ella called from the bedroom where she had taken the girl right after they had entered the suite.
"Yes, Mother," he called, and started across the room.
When he entered the room, Ella was sitting on a sofa beside the bed with her legs crossed in such a way that he could see all of her lush thighs and a good portion of her pussy.
"Take off your clothes, Son," Ella said.
Bobby hesitated momentarily. Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his ankles.
"Doesn't my son have a beautiful prick, Bonnie?" Ella said.
"A ... yeah ... I guess so," the girl replied, obviously scared. "are a ... are you gonna stay in the room while we do it?"
"Oh, heavens, yes," Ella said. "My boy might get insecure if I'm not here. Won't you, Bobby?"
"Yeah," the boy replied, fisting his cock and staring at the young girl's naked body.
Her tits were big, not as huge as Ella's , but firmer. The dark nipples seemed to gleam at him. The thick mat of her blonde pubic hair disappeared in veiled mystery between her full, quivering thighs.
"Are you ready?" Ella said. "Is your cock nice and hard for little Bonnie?"
"Yes, Mother," Bobby replied, smiling down at the girl.
And he was ready for this new piece of ass Ella had procured for him. He had taken the rest of his clothes off and now stood at the foot of the bed with his granite-hard cock soaring straight out from his crotch. It pointed directly at the blonde mound between the girl's legs.
"He's so young," the girl said. "I didn't think he would be that big."
"You'll love it," Ella told the girl. "I've told him exactly how to fuck a woman."
Bobby stared down at the girl, fisting his ready cock. Her ripe young body made the cum in his balls churn. She wasn't as beautiful as Ella, nor did she have the other woman's incredibly voluptuous figure, but she was pretty. And the blondeness of her cunt hair intrigued Bobby.
He dropped to the bed between her raised knees. His lips went directly to her hard, sprouting nipples. He sucked first one into his mouth and then the other. He had wanted to taste them since he had first come into the room.
The girl shuddered as his mouth closed hungrily over the rubbery tips.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "Maybe ... maybe I shouldn't be doing this ... I means, with you, his mother right in the room here, I mean."
"Don't worry, Bonnie ," Ella said. "just relax. You'll soon start likeing it. I let him suck my tits every now and then."
"You do!" the girl cried, more fear coming into her face.
"Of course ... he's very good at it," Ella said, a reassuring smile creasing her lips as she winked at Bobby.
The girl closed her eyes.
Ella didn't want to miss a single movement. She pulled the light sofa closer to the bed and leaned forward.
Bobby's mouth sucking on the girl's breast had its effect. Her nipples stiffened and quivered. Soon soft moans escaped her throat.
Ella smiled when she saw that the girl was starting to enjoy herself.
"That's nice," the girl murmured. "lick them too ... lick around the nipples just before you suck on 'em!"
Bobby did as she asked. His wet tongue snaked out and lapped the rigid tips. He jumped from one to the other as fast as he could. Soon she was squeezing them together with her upper arms so his pleasure-giving tongue and lips didn't have far to travel.
Beneath his youthful body, the blonde girl started writhing, spreading her legs and moving her cunt up to where his cock dangled above her belly. She groaned and squirmed. Her eyes opened, they glittered with lust, and saliva dribbled from her lips.
"She's a hot little pussy," Ella said, her eyes almost as glassy as the blonde's. "It sure didn't take much to turn her on."
"She's got nice tits," Bobby moaned. "They're real hard."
"Put your cock in her, Bobby," Ella urged. "Fuck her ... I want to see her cunt spread when you slip it into her."
"Yes!" the girl moaned. "Stuff your peter in my pussy ... fuck me! Go ahead!"
Bobby's balls were tingling and his cock was dancing delightfully over her pussy. The need to enter her, to shove his prick up her juicy cunt, became unbearable, all-consuming. He became so excited that he bit her nipple - hard.
The girl yelled in pain but surprised him by telling him to do it again.
"Yes ... yes, bite it hard.!" She cried. "Again ... again .. now, fuck me ... ram your cock into me!"
Bobby waited. This was a new experience. And he was enjoying it. He chewed on her nipples and bit the fleshy parts of her tits several more times while he moved his hand down to her crotch.
Her pussy was as hot as a furnace. He knifed his fingers through the thick pubic hair and touched her soft vaginal lips. Three fingers ventured inside, striking deep. And when they were wallowing in gurgling moisture, he jerked them back and forth.
The blonde gasped and bucked. The combination of his cruel treatment of her nipples and his fucking fingers was driving her insane.
It was also having an effect on Ella. She hoisted her skirt to her waist; and yanking her pink silk panties to her knees, she inserted two fingers into her cunt. She began finger-fucking herself. Slowly and steadily. Breathing heavily and staring with rapt fascination at the couple on the bed.
"No more!" the girl suddenly pleaded. "I can't stand it! It hurts too much now!"
Bobby stopped biting her. He lapped her tits a few times, delivering some measure of relief to the tormented nipples, and then withdrew his head. He adjusted his lean, slender frame so he was stretched fully out on top of her, his fingers still anchored in her cunt.
"Give it to her!" Ella hissed. "Fuck her, Bobby! Fuck her!"
Bobby's fingers retreated, and his prick replaced them in her cunt. He sent half of his cock into her in one lunge. Two more quick, hard thrusts and his prick was fully embedded, up to his balls.
The blonde moaned and hoisted her ass from the bed, giving his cock full access to her hole. "Good ... good, good!" she cooed.
Bobby started stroking; in and out went his cock, up and down went his ass. Smoothly and slowly he fucked her juicy pussy. It felt good. her cunt was young and tight, much tighter than Ella's or his Aunt Marie's.
He slid his cock out until he could see his cockhead at the rise of her vaginal slit, then, viciously, he slammed it back into her pussy again.
"That's it ... that's it ... oh, shit! That's beautiful, Bobby!" Ella shouted.
"She's got a real nice, tight cunt," Bobby panted.
"Fuck her, Bobby, honey! Fuck her hard ... make her come! Make her squirm on your cock!"
Bobby intended to go slow but the combination of the tight pussy and Ella's encouragement intensified the need in his loins. As the pressure built, he started fucking faster and faster. Soon he was whipping his prick in and out of her with stunning force and regularity.
"She's good, Ella" he gasped and panted. "Her pussy feels delicious .. she's a delicious piece of ass!"
The blonde moved her hips in unison with his, pumping up and down furiously, catching every thrust squarely in her eager cunt.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, I love it ... I love it!"
The girl's erotic cries and the sight of the two frantically pumping bodies inspired Ella to also increase her pace.
In a frenzy of writhing and clawing and sweating, Bobby and the blonde roared into a mutual orgasm that drenched their systems in sweet bliss.
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm coming ... too!" Ella shrieked, seconds later, her fingers a blur of movement. "Oh, God ... I'm commmm-ing!"
Bobby kept pounding his cock into the girl until every last drop of cum had been drained from his balls. Then he rolled off her and lay on his back, watching Ella.
The woman had most of her fist up her cunt, pounding it wildly, trying to bring her pussy to climax. Ella opened her eyes and saw that Bobby had rolled away from the teenager. The girl was writhing, clawing at her pussy with her hands and moaning.
"Let me have her!" Ella groaned, jumping from the sofa to the bed, ripping her dress from her body.
Again, Bobby watched with new-found awe and amazement as he saw Ella's body cover the younger girl's. he had never seen two women do it together before. It thrilled him as his eyes danced over their writhing naked bodies.
The older woman was kissing the teenager. Then she kissed a passionate streak along the girl's neck. The girl panted and gasped. The older woman cupped the girl's breasts in her hands, then she kissed and chewed the nipples.
Ella rubbed her tits against the girl's. the embrace of the bare nipples produced astonished gasps and wild writhings in both females. The girl grabbed her breasts and rubbed back.
The two women then fell back on the bed. Ella shoved her head between the girl's legs and gobble her cunt. The teenager rolled her eyes insanely and pounded the mattress with her fists.
"Fuck her, Bobby!" Ella gasped, seeing the boy pounding his hard cock. "Fuck her in the ass while I eat her pussy!"
"Yes ... yes!" the girl readily agreed, crying. "Give me everything ... do it to me!"
Bobby crawled up behind her ass. He didn't have to be told twice. Above Ella's face in the blonde's cunt was the teenager's gaping asshole. He wanted to drive his cock into her back hole and feel his balls slap against Ella's face at the same time.
"Just relax your asshole, hone," Ella told the blonde as she looked to see the head of Bobby's prick nudge against the hole. "Relax it just like you relax your pussy."
The blonde gasped wit surprise when she felt the bone-hard head of Bobby's prick slide easily into her rectum. Ella had moved her head up and lubricated it with her tongue and the juice from the girl's cunt.
Farther and farther Bobby slid his cock up her hole until he could feel his groin nestled between the cheeks of her ass and the lower part of his belly brushed her tailbone.
"It's there ... it's there," he cried. "My cock's all the way up your ass!"
"Oh shit, yes!" Ella said from below the girl's thighs. "You're in her ass up to your balls, Bobby! Fuck her now! Fuck her asshole while I suck on her pussy.
He began moving his hips, sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her anal hole in long, pulsing strokes.
"Beautiful," Ella said, as her tongue started to work on Bonnie's clit. "I'm glad we brought you home with us tonight. You're got a delicious pussy."
"So am I!" the blonde gasped. "So am I!"
Ella saw the pink slit of the teenager's vulva nestled in the blonde pubic hair. It moved back and forth in time with the strokes of Bobby's cock as his prick rammed in and out of the asshole directly above the gaping slit.
Ella lapped at her esposed clit and buried her nose in the soaking channel. The older woman was on her back, her legs spread, her cunt open, inviting. When the younger girl felt Ella's tongue in her cunt, she dipped her own face and began sucking on Ella's red-rimmed pussy.
On and on they went, Bobby reaming the blonde's asshole and the two girls eating each other's cunts until all three of them exploded.
Quickly the blonde and Ella shifted places and they started in again.
At last, totally exhausted with sex, they rolled away from each other in the bed. Their bodies were coated with perspiration, cum and cunt juices. The aroma of sex was heavy in the room.
They lay for a long time, breathing heavily. Finally the young blonde girl started silently sobbing. It got louder and louder until her body was shaking, racked with sobs. She mumbled as she jumped off the bed and struggled into her clothes.
"Crazy ... this was crazy!" she said "Why did I ever agree to come up here? Why? Why? Why? It's terrible!"
"You loved it honey," Ella said from the bed, still lying beside Bobby.
"I know," the girl said from the bedroom doorway. "and I hate myself for it!"
"Bobby," Ella said, rolling over until she faced the boy.
"Yes, Momma."
"Stick your cock in my pussy," she said.
"All right, Mother."
"Oh, my God!" the girl screamed and ran from the suite, slamming the door behind her.
"Did you mean it?" Bobby said in the quiet of the room after the girl was gone.
"What?"
"You want me to fuck you again?"
"You mean you could?"
"I think so. If you suck it a little."
"Forget it," Ella said. "I'm fucked out."
They lay side by side for over an hour, both on the twilight side of sleep until Art came in.
"Hey, you two!" he called from the bathroom. "I hope you didn't have a boring evening."
"Oh no," Bobby said.
"We had a fucking ball," Ella said, and rolled , giggling into Bobby's arms.
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning Ella and Bobby went to the pool. Instead of the tight-fitting, skimpy bikini she had worn on previous days, Ella wore a one-piece tank suit that somehow managed to hide and disguise the best parts of her glorious body.
When Bobby asked her why, Ella explained that it was best that she not overshadow Mrs. Rouston with her own figure and youth. And, also, the tank suit would be more appropriate for the sweetly-demure mother of an innocent twelve-year-old boy.
"But I'm thirteen," Bobby insisted.
"From now on, you're twelve, Son," she said. "The younger and fresher the meat for our dear lady, the better."
Bobby wore a white bathing suit that was little more than a second skin over his crotch and buttocks. His cock and balls made a prominent bulge in the tightly-stretched material.
They spotted Kay Rouston lounging near the pool. Her body had, at one time, probably been everything Ella's was now. But now, approaching fifty, it had started to sag and fill out in the wrong places.
She wore a tank suit much like Ella's, made of a stretchy blue material. Her tits rose like two balloons above the top and it didn't take much imagination for Bobby to see that without the built-in support from the suit's bra her two mammoth breasts would sag a long way toward her belly.
Other than a few lines around the eyes, barely discernable beneath the sunglasses she wore, her face was fairly smooth and free of wrinkles. Her hair was a streaked blonde and piled high on her head to give her a chic appearance of maturity and sophistication.
Bobby scrutinized her and came to the conclusion that , all in all, it wouldn't bee bad to fuck her. It might even be fun, another new experience.
"C'mon," Ella said, grabbing his arm. "I slipped the pool boy a five. We have the two chairs right next to hers."
Ella settled into a chair two places away from the older woman, leaving the one between them for Bobby.
Kay Rouston glanced up at the redhead, showing little or no interest in her mumbled hello in response to Ella's greeting. Her eyes return immediately to the book she was reading.
It was a totally different story when Bobby approached them and sat down with his crotch o a direct line with the woman's face. She carefully examined the young boy's body and his genital area, which was pointing right at her.
Bobby stretched out and sunned himself while he talked to his mother.
"But I don't need a babysitter," he said. "I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"You're only twelve and too young to be in the suite by yourself all night long. You'll have to stay under the supervision of the hotel nursery while we're gone, even though all those children are so much younger than you."
They argued between themselves for a few minutes longer and then Bobby asked permission to go into the pool.
"Yes ... go ahead," Ella replied, "but we can't stay long. Your father will be here soon for lunch."
Bobby walked briskly to the side of the pool. Kay Rouston's eyes were alive as she watched the boy's taut young buttocks move in the tight swim trunks.
Ella watched the woman. She was sure she saw the woman's thighs tense and the material over her crotch tremble as the boy dove into the pool.
"Your son?" Kay asked.
"Yes," Ella replied.
"He's a fine-looking boy."
"He's wild ... but then I guess all twelve-year-old boys are going through that strange phase ... if you know what I mean.
The older woman laughed. "Oh yes ... I have three daughters ... a little older than your boy, of course. He's big for his age."
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Ella replied. "We have to watch him like a hawk or he'd have every little girl in the hotel up in our suite."
"Really?"
"I'm afraid so," Ella said, knowing already that the woman was hooked. "just yesterday afternoon we caught him with one of the chambermaids. I guess he's like his father, an overactive libido."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. It's quite normal in a healthy young boy. He's becoming curious and has to go through the experimenting stage."
Ella laughed. "I'm afraid it's already gone past the experimenting stage."
"Oh? My, he looks almost too young."
Kay contemplated the boy's long, strong strokes as he crossed back and forth in the pool.
"I'm Kay Rouston," she said at last. "I'm down on vacation from New York."
"We're from the mid-west," Ella said. "Michigan. I'm afraid it's a business trip for us, but we're trying to play as much as we can. I'm Ella Thompson."
"It's a shame your son has to spend his time with the kiddies when you're not with him"
"Yes," Ella replied. "I know it's no fun for him. But it can't be helped. I just don't trust babysitters when we're away from home like this. Besides, they're usually not much older than he is, and I've already told you about that!"
"Yes."
"But we have this dinner we have to attend just down the coast tonight, and I just don't know what time we'll get back."
"It's a shame ..." Kay said, as if she were musing out loud.
"What's that?" Ella asked.
"Oh ... I'm all alone down here and I have this huge two-bedroom suite ..."
"Oh? Your husband's not with you?"
"My husband passed away almost ten years ago. It's a shame my two younger daughters couldn't join me either. One of them will be coming tomorrow evening, but tonight ..."
"Yes?"
"Well, that spare bedroom is just going to waste. I would be more than happy to babysit your son for the whole night."
"Oh, no," Ella said. "That would be too much trouble."
"Not at all," Kay said. "Tell you what ... why don't we have lunch together, the three of us, and we'll talk about it."
"All right," Ella said, smiling with all the charm in the world.
The trap was sprung.
Lunch was a cat-and-mouse game, with young Bobby playing the innocent youth to the hilt. It was finally agreed that Ella would bring Bobby down to the woman's suite about six o'clock. It was also agreed that he should bring his night things with him.
Back in their own rooms, Ella threw her arms around the boy and hugged him. "Bobby, you were beautiful ... perfect."
"Thanks."
"Art, you should have seen him. He was wonderful. He should be an actor!"
"What about the old lady?" Art asked.
"No sweat. She's hooked," Ella replied, "and I mean hooked all the way. You should have seen her. She could hardly keep her hands off him all through lunch. And you should have seen the rings on that old broad's fingers. Art, she'd loaded!"
"I know she's loaded," he replied. "I already checked her out ... remember? She's perfect. Her old man left her bundles when he kicked off. She lives with her two younger daughters in a posh Long Island mansion and her older daughter is married and a pillar of society."
"Sweet ... sweet deal," Ella said. "How much do you think?"
"At the short end," Art said, "it should be fifteen grand. Now, Bobby, be cool! Don't you start anything or be overanxious."
"Okay," the boy replied, feeling as though he were part of some movie.
"Just let her do it all and you go along with it."
CHAPTER TEN
At six sharp, Ella rang the bell with Bobby by her side, bag in hand.
Kay Rouston was ready and waiting for them. At least for Bobby. Her smile was wide and her greeting cordial when she answered the door. "Come in ... come in, Ella."
"I really have to run, Kay. But thank you so much for everything."
"That's quite all right," she said, putting an arm around Bobby and pulling him against her. "I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time together ... won't we, Bobby?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the boy replied, smiling at her.
Ella gave Bobby a motherly kiss on the forehead and she was gone.
Kay ushered Bobby into the living room of the suite where a lavish dinner was already laid out.
"Are you hungry, Bobby?"
"Yes, Mrs. Rouston."
"Kay," she said, squeezing the boy against her breast again before seating him at the table. "Call me Kay. We're going to be great friends."
The dinner went well, with Bobby playing his role all the way; even when the older woman kept returning the conversation to the girls Bobby already knew and eventually to the fictitious story of the chambermaid. He managed to blush enough at the mention of that episode to scare her away from it.
Dinner over, she suggested television. The TV was in the bedroom.
"That's where I always end up anyway," Kay said, laughing. "You just sit down there on the sofa and make yourself comfortable. I'll fix us a toddy. Something special."
She moved to a bar at the far end of the room. Bobby watched her move. She looked much better in the dim lights than she had in the harsh glare of sunlight. She wore a filmy peignoir outfit that was as transparent as it was expensive. It was carefully tailored to outline all the good points in her body.
Small talk filled the next hour, with the woman making no moves at all. At first, Bobby was anxious. He wanted something to happen right away. He even had the beginnings of a hard-on in anticipation. But as the evening wore on and nothing happened, he started to get bored.
Kay seemed to sense his restlessness and decided to do something. "Do you think it's warm in her, Bobby?"
"Huh ... oh, yeah, I guess so."
"Why don't you take off your sweater."
"Okay," he said, slipping the sweater over his head. The T-shirt he wore came with it. He started to pull it back down, but she grabbed it and pulled it over his head.
"You might as well leave that off too," she said, rising and crossing to a light dimmer above the television. She lowered the room lights until the atmosphere took on an aura of other-worldliness. She carefully slipped out of the filmy peignoir. The soft light flowed through the negligee, accentuating her breasts. It shadowed the remainder of her body so that Bobby couldn't really tell what it was like.
"You don't mind if I get a little more comfortable, too, do you, Bobby?"
"No ... not at all."
"You have a very nice body, Bobby," she said, "so young and firm." She touched his shoulder and squeezed it. "I wish I were that firm."
"You almost are," he said, returning the squeeze on her shoulder.
"Don't those pants hurt you, Bobby?" she said, dropping her hand to his Levi-enclosed thigh.
"Why?"
"Because they're so tight. Especially there." She touched his crotch and his body shivered. "They look like they may split open."
"They only hurt when I ... when I ..." he stammered.
"When you get hard down there?" she said, darting her hand between his legs and deliberately running it over the bulge in his pants.
"Yeah ... that's when it hurts."
She continued her manipulations. Her fingers kept rolling around and over his cock through his pants. Then things began to happen. There was a hardening and a changing of shape and a shiver passed through the boy's body.
"Is it starting to hurt now?"
"Yeah .. yeah, it is."
"It's all stuffed up in there. Do you want me to stop, Bobby? I will if you want me to."
"A ... no, I guess it's all right." His knees began to strain outward as he pushed his crotch into her fondling hands. The outline of his cock grew longer and larger, as did her eyes.
"Do you like making little boys feel good?" he asked finally, his voice cracking.
"Does it feel real good?"
"Oh yes ... I like it," Bobby said, barely able to hold himself back from vaulting between her legs and ramming his cock toward the fur mat he could see outlined through the thin material.
"Slide over closer to me," she said, "where your legs can spread out."
The boy hesitated, as if he were still a little embarrassed about what they were doing. When she took her hand away, he soon squirmed around to do as she had asked. When he was sitting beside her, the strain in his jeans relaxed and his cock was able to thrust outward, giving the woman more to play with.
"Poor dear," Kay cooed. "Let's make it feel even better." Her fingers slid in under his waistband and deftly popped the button and dropped the zipper. His cock sprang forward. "Now, we'll just uncover ... oh my God, Bobby!"
"Huh?"
"You're quite the little man!"
"Do you like my cock?"
"I love it! It's good enough to eat. You have beautiful, firm body."
Bobby could stand it no longer. "Can I feel you, too?"
"Of course, Bobby. Here, feel my breasts. Don't be afraid. There, that's it. Squeeze them! Harder! Oh no, Bobby, much harder. Now, kiss them! Ahhh, that feels good, Bobby ... your tongue on my nipple. Does that excite you?"
"Oh yes," he said, the tip of his tongue running around her exposed nipple.
"Just stand very still, Bobby. I'm going to take all your clothes off."
Bobby watched s she removed his clothes piece by piece. As she removed them, Kay stroked his inner thighs, the tender crease between his ass-cheeks, then his balls and his cock.
Bobby's hands flew to her body. He started pulling the gown from her.
"Wait, Bobby ... please wait!"
"Huh?"
"This should be done very slowly and gently. Now, Bobby, take off my gown. That's it, slip it very gently down across my body."
He obeyed until the filmy garment rested in a heap around the older woman's fee.
"Now, Bobby, kiss me here, very gently. That's it. Now spread my legs. There, now kiss me harder. Harder, Bobby, harder! Now faster with your tongue. Put your tongue up between the lips. That's it Bobby! Do you know what you're doing to me, honey?"
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm eating your pussy."
"That's right ... yes, Bobby, yes ... you're eating my cunt. Suck on it, my little lover! SUCK MY PUSSY!"
The young boy's head was now completely buried between the older woman's thighs. His jaws pumped away, up and down, as he sucked the woman's cunt. Suddenly, Kay's body jerked in a convulsive spasm of pleasure.
She fell to the floor, pulling the boy's head between her thighs as she moved. "Keep sucking, Bobby, bring me off good. Bring me off all the way with your mouth first!"
Again, Bobby parted her full thighs. His tongue gently parted the fleshy cunt-lips and searched for her clit. He knew he found it when he heard her gasp.
"Oh, what a lover you are, Bobby! What a wonderful young lover you are!"
She uttered little groans, with her head thrown far back. Her hands clawed with fury at the carpet around her. Then her back began to arch and her body began squirming in passion.
"Now, Bobby ... now! That's enough with your mouth," she shouted, clawing at his shoulders with her hands. "Do it with your cock now! Give me your prick! Shove it up my cunt, in my mouth, up my asshole! Do anything you want, Bobby! Oh, just fuck me ... fuck me with your cock ... FUCK ME!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bobby crawled up over her body. It was hen that he realized what he had first seen in her; she was like his Aunt Marie. Her body was bigger, fuller, and much softer than Ella's or Bonnie's.
Suddenly Bobby knew that he was going to love fucking this woman.
His head lowered to hers. Their lips met. Her tongue entered his mouth and hotly sought his. Her pillowy tits brushed against his chest and then crushed against him. Their bellies met, and his hard cock slid between her thighs, the upper ridge of his cockhead tangled in her thick cunt hair.
His bristling legs were against her smooth ones and, before long, as their excitement increased, their feet and toes curled and twisted together.
"Oh, Bobby!" she wailed "I can't believe this is happening. I've wanted a young boy's cock in me for so long!"
he couldn't get enough of her. Her flesh was so creamy and moist, and everything and every part of her was warmly responsive. It wasn't long before he too was hot and had to pull away. Lovingly he fondled her pussy-lips.
"Mmmmm ... you smell good ... and you feel good ..." He kissed her. "And you taste good too."
He rolled away from her body and they lay side by side, straining to keep their thighs as close together as possible. They kissed, long and hard, their tongues wildly flailing at each other.
"I want to fuck you," Bobby groaned.
"Then take me, Bobby," she cooed. "Any way and anywhere you want me .. take me now!"
Again she rolled over onto her back as he rose above her. She spread her legs eagerly, and he climbed in between her thighs. She strained to meet him, reaching for his cock and guiding it into her syrupy cunt.
"You've fucked before, haven't you, Bobby?"
"Yeah ... lots."
"I can tell. You love it, don't you?"
"Yes ... yes!"
"Hurry!" she urged.
He could feel the thick lips of her pussy reaching out for his cockhead. He took a deep breath as he sank his feverish prick into her steaming cunt-hole. Down, down, and in, it slid into her velvet smoothness. Her love juices boiled and oozed around his cock, filling his mind and body with ecstasy.
"Oh, it's good, Bobby honey, it's so fucking good."
And it was good ... for both of them. It was rapid, it was rushed, but it was good. Bobby doubled over and buried his face in her spongy tits, nuzzling them until he found a rigid nipple. He sucked it with glee and passion.
Kay had never felt so completely possessed. She wrapped her legs around his middle and eagerly squeezed him in. he kneaded her sweet ass with his hands. The more he gave her, the more she needed.
"Harder! Harder!"
His long, powerful stroked became shorter as they quickened, and the pace became more rapid. Kay's mouth was dry as she strained for air and her heart pounded furiously.
They strained; they pushed; they ground hotly against each other as they edged closer to climax.
She locked her arms and her legs around him, hugging him to her for all she was worth.
"Fuck me, Bobby!" she begged. "Oh, God, it's so good!"
his cock stabbed into her; again and again and he reveled in her eager response.
"How!" he demanded. "Tell me how!"
"Mmmmm, big! So nice and big!" she purred.
"Oh, Bobby, you hit places I've needed touched for so long. You're even hitting places that are brand new!"
She shivered deliciously.
She squeezed him with her thighs and he fucked into her again and again. The long, deliberate strokes quickened. Faster and faster they worked.
"Now, Bobby! She whispered. "Do it to me now!"
He was jabbing her ... grinding his cock into her cunt and then working it around and around with a frenzy of movements as he tried to feel all of her pussy. He sucked in the turgid nipple of her breast.
"Run it clear through me!" she cried. "Oh, my God!"
her body strained against him, tautly rigid, and then he felt her vaginal muscles explode. They churned and throbbed and milked his searing cock-flesh until they pulled the cream of life from his aching balls.
The thunder of his voice and the shudder of his body merged into one seizure of passion so intense that it thrilled Kay to the very core. She held him, savoring his excitement and thrilling to the magnitude of his release.
"Oh, Bobby! Oh, Bobby! Hold me tight!"
"I can come again ... I can come again!" he cried. "Keep fucking ... keep fucking me!"
Her heels dug into his ass, and she slammed her cunt against him, but it wasn't enough. Dropping down, she dug her feet into the carpet and rammed upward with such force that she lifted them both. Grinding, rolling, rocking hotly up against him, she abandoned herself to the ultimate ecstasy. Completely and totally, she let herself go.
"Do it, Bobby! DO IT!"
for a long time they soared together along the edge of their crest. Then Bobby felt his balls knot and his cum burst free.
She greeted the first, hot surge of his cum in her cunt with an ecstatic wail.
"Oh shit ... oh fuck!" she screamed as her orgasm burst in gushing waves of juice from her cunt.
Warm, voluptuous release flooded through their bodies and sapped them of their energy.
They lay there on the floor until the dawn shone bright and clear through the drapes.
Kay awoke happy. She became deliriously excited when she found Bobby beside her. Immediately she began showering him with her love.
"Wake up, my beautiful boy," she said, her fingers running over his shoulder, down his arm and over his hip to his limp cock.
He awoke with a smile on his face and he felt her hands fondling his cock. It started to rise at once. His eyes roamed over the swollen tips of her huge tits. He loved the way they swung and bounced against each other. It made his cock tingle with excitement, and once again he was reminded of his Aunt Marie.
Her breasts swung wildly, and suddenly they were encasing his prick. His hips shot up off the floor at the contact with her hot flesh. Her arms went around his body and cupped his ass-cheeks as his cock pistoned back and forth between her warm breasts.
"Tit-fucking," he said, matter-of-factly, as he watched the head of his cock disappear and reappear between the giant mounds of white flesh.
Her body twisted and wriggled all over him in a frenzy of passion.
"Can I fuck your pussy now?"
"Can you come twice?" she asked. "Can you stay hard and come twice like you did last night?"
"Sure," the boy replied.
"Then I want to taste you first," she said. "And then you can fuck my cunt again." She moved off his body and lowered her face to his crotch. "Right now I've got to suck this. I dreamed all night about waking up this morning with your cock in my mouth, Bobby. Your cock is the tenderest, sweetest thing I've ever had in my mouth."
She sucked his cock deeply into her mouth and thrilled to the way his legs closed tightly around her. His thighs hugged her head and when he began stabbing his prick in and out of her mouth, it was with such a convulsive, jerky rhythm that she knew he was on the verge of belching up his load.
"Give it to me, Bobby!" she cried, lifting her face form his cock and tonguing the head.
"I ... I think so!"
"Come ... come! Give me your load! Squirt a whole mouthful of your sweet cum into me, Bobby! I want it .. I want to taste and swallow it!"
Up and down went his hips, his cock beating a tattoo against her throat. His excitement became so intense that she rammed her hand between her legs to the wet, smoldering folds of her cunt. One, two, and then three fingers found their way into her pulpy pussy.
"I'm coming now!" he cried. "I'm going to come in your mouth!"
She rubbed her pussy frantically, her hand sawing back and forth against her cunt. As she reached the very peak of her passion, she felt his cum start to splatter into her throat.
It spurted into her mouth, giving her a sense of power along with overwhelming elation. Her heard pounded, her cunt throbbed, and he body vibrated with warm sensations.
"Now your pussy," Bobby said, pulling his semen-wet cock from her mouth. "Now I want to fuck your cunt."
"Yes ... yes!" she moaned, her eyes glazed as if she were hypnotized. The foam of her saliva mixed with his cum on her chin. "But let me on top, Bobby. I want to feel you all the way up inside me."
"I don't care!" he cried. "Just put it inside you. Hurry, hurry!"
Kay raised herself on her hands and knees and Bobby held himself steady while she settled her full body down on hi. His buttocks lifted off the smooth carpet, and he pushed upward to meet her.
Kay worked her legs up along his flanks and he felt himself hitting home on every fuck-stroke. He was being twisted and stretched and crushed as she spun around like a top on him. His body lurched up off the floor as he shot his pleasure into her. Kay let out a shrill cry of ecstasy, and her hips pummeled his body in an attack of complete abandonment.
The sound of their smashing bodies echoed in the bedroom as they ground their loins against each other.
She fell on him and he welcomed the weight on his body. They clutched each other tightly.
Bobby's hands worked over her buttocks tenderly as she stroked and kissed his chest. It took a long time for the pleasure to fade from their bodies and neither of them was in any hurry to have it leave.
She slid off him until she was on her back and he was again between her thighs with his cock in her cunt.
His cock leaped and throbbed. The foreskin peeled back tautly from the head. He could feel the sticky juices of her pussy coating his prick like a greased glove.
He was fully inside her pussy, his bone grinding against hers in an up-and-down motion. He reached under her and grasped the fleshy softness of her ass.
Suddenly her body responded to his impaling cock. She became a mass of pulsing flesh. She was coming! She could feel it.
"Ohhh, shit, shit, shit!" she groaned, grinding her clit against his cock and loving the shock it produced. She bounced her tits against his chest and tore like a frenzied wildcat at his back wit her nails.
"Are you coming already? Is it good? Is it, huh?" he gasped, his mind filled with the wildness and passion that seemed to surge form her body.
She answered him with her body instead of her voice. Her come had been good, almost complete in the searing sensations it had caused. But it was only the beginning and she let him know it. She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her hips and ass until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove her hips upward like a pile driver, impaling her cunt on his prick.
He responded, tightening his ass and ramming his cock-meat in and out of her sopping cunt-hole. He kneaded her tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.
Her head flew from side to side, her hair flying against his head and shoulders. A scream erupted in her throat. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as her cunt pounded over his willing, thrusting cock.
"It's good! Oh shit, its so good! he wailed, feeling his balls slapping against her ass.
She came again, the joy of her climax shaking her body to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of his prick inside her pussy. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythm.
She rolled over and straddled him. Up, down, went her ass, pounding him into the carpet.
Her mind continued screaming at her. Fucking. Sex. Sucking. Cock. Cunt. This was what she had longed for all this time. This was happiness this was freedom, everything.
Sweat and cunt-juice flowed from her body, soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time he matched her, his cock swelling, the head throbbing wit a heat that seemed to sear the inner walls of her pussy.
His come heightened hers as she felt the quaking spurts of liquid bathe her cunt, battering it.
She lay back, his prick like a hard bone creaming up against her belly. Slowly his cock diminished and slipped out of her pussy. In its wake, streams of juice mixed with this cum and dripped from her gaping hole. She felt his cum with her fingers and spread the gooey mixture over the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, Bobby, you've given me such happiness," she cooed.
"Yeah," he nodded, numbly, "me too."
She fixed him breakfast and while they ate they talked. She showed him pictures of her home n Long Island. It was beautiful - with a pool, long sloping lawns and even a stable of horses.
Bobby averted his eyes when she said that she wished he was her little boy. He wished he was too. He liked her, and he liked where she lived. And there would be no Uncle Fred to interfere. He could fuck her any time he wanted to.
It was even worse when she showed him the pictures of her two youngest daughters.
"This is Alice," Kay said. "She'll be coming in this afternoon. I hope you and your parents are still here. Then you can meet her. You'd like Alice, and I'm sure she'd like you."
He took the picture from her and studied it.
Alice was a miniature of her mother, beautiful, with long golden hair and a beautiful body. She was lounging by a pool in the skimpiest bikini Bobby had ever seen.
"Alice is fifteen. And the girl standing beside her is my other daughter, Kate. She's your age, Bobby, twelve. You'd like her, too."
Kate's bikini was even briefer than her older sister's. Her girl-like, still budding ripeness, made the swimsuit appear to ride even lower on the glaring buttocks. Also, her thrust-up breasts seemed to be even more exposed than the mature fleshiness of her sister's tits.
In the picture the younger sister seemed to be provocatively meeting his gaze. He suddenly felt his cock stirring within the confines of his shorts. Quickly, he dropped the picture.
"They're both very pretty," Bobby said, suddenly feeling very guilty about what Art and Ella were about to do to this woman - with his help.
"You'd love them, Bobby. You really would."
"I would?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ella met him at the door. She kissed him passionately. Then she led him into the living room where Art sat, waiting for him.
They had obviously been playing. Art's cock was out of his shorts and just deflated from a hard-on. Part of the shaft and the head was still glistening from saliva or the juice from Ella's pussy; Bobby couldn't tell which.
Ella had a robe on, but she hadn't bothered to tie it. The front parted as she moved and her tits thrust outward, keeping the robe open as she settled on the arm of Art chair and put her arm around his neck.
"Well, sit down, sweetheart, and tell us all about it. Did you fuck her ... what happened?"
Bobby watched them as they curled around each other and faced him. It was the same situation he had had with his Aunt Marie and his Uncle Fred. Ella belonged to Art and there was nothing he could do about it. She would let him fuck her for kicks, but it would always be Art who really mattered.
"C'mon, kid ... what's the fucking deal?" Art demanded.
"It ... well, it ..." Bobby stammered.
Suddenly, he thought of Kay Rouston and how she was like his Aunt Marie. Then he thought of the picture of her two young, beautiful daughters. He closed his eyes and conjured up a vision of the fifteen-year-old's marvelous breasts and imagined the younger sister's almost hairless pussy. Fucking her would be like the times in the garage when he had tried to get his tiny cock into Mary Lou's hole. Only he was sure that this girl would let him really fuck her. Kay had almost said so at the breakfast table.
"Goddammit, kid," Art said jumping from his chair and almost toppling Ella to the carpet. "What the fuck went on up there last night?"
Bobby quickly made up his mind. He wouldn't tell them, not yet, at least. He wanted to see Kay Rouston once more.
"I ... I think se really wanted to," he stammered.
"You mean, she didn't?" Ella asked.
"Shit!" Art said.
"I was careful ... like you told me," Bobby said. "I didn't push it."
"You mean you didn't let her!"
"Well, I ... " Bobby started, but his words were cut off by Art hand as it snaked out and struck him across the cheek, sending him from the footstool to the floor.
"Art ... don't! Ella cried. "Let him talk."
"All right," Art said, standing over the boy, his chest heaving from the sudden exertion. "Talk, kid!"
Bobby could feel blood on the inside of his mouth. He was angry and a little scared. He had never seen Art like this. But he managed to suppress both emotions and keep a straight face as he spoke.
"She said she'd like for me to come again this afternoon. I think that's when she wants to do something. She talked about it a lot last night, but she seemed to be scared that I would tell someone."
"Jesus, Art," Ella said. "Maybe that's even better. Once she's sure, she'll cut loose, and then we can bust in on 'em."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Art said, his forehead wrinkling in thought.
"I can meet her by the pool this afternoon," Bobby said quickly. "I'm sure she'll invite me back up to her room."
"Okay, kid," Art said, "but don't fuck up this time. We'll wait 'til five sharp and then bust in on you up there. Just before five, you sneak out and open the door a bit so we can just walk in."
"And when we do, Bobby," Ella interjected, "you just make sure you're in bed with that old dame and fucking away. You understand?"
"Yeah, Ella ... I understand."
"C'mon, baby," Art said, "let's go into the bedroom and finish what we started."
Bobby watched them go into the other room and close the door behind them. After a while, he started hearing the slapping sounds of their bodies as they fucked; fucked without him.
Once again he felt left out. He still wasn't a man after all. First it was Fred, and now it was Art. And Bobby knew it always would be like that until he was big enough to hit Art back when the older man slapped him.
But it wouldn't last that long anyway. Another year or so and he would be too big to play the marks for them any more. They would probably dump him then and find another, smaller, younger runaway to do the work he was doing now.
The sounds from the bedroom got wilder and wilder until he couldn't take it any longer. He glanced at the clock: noon. He found his swimsuit and left the apartment.
At the snack bar by the pool, he had a sandwich and scanned the deck chairs looking for Kay.
She wasn't there. What if she didn't come down to the pool today? Then he would just have to go to her.
It was almost one o'clock when he stretched out on one of the chairs and closed his eyes to wait.
He must have drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, because the sun burned his eyes when he was jerked awake by a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, sleepyhead ... did I wear my little lover out last night?
It was Kay. She sat on the chair beside his and was leaning over to whisper in his ear.
"I've been waiting for you to come down," Bobby said.
"And these" she replied, "have been waiting all morning for you."
She bent over in front of him. At the same time, she pulled outward the scoop neck of the beach dress. She was totally naked beneath it and Bobby had a clear view of her huge breasts with their dark round nipples. Between them, he could see all the way down across her belly and to the dark mound of her cunt.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Its going to be very embarrassing if I get a hard-on right out here by the pool," he gulped
"Let's go," she said.
They had barely entered the elevator and pressed the button for her floor when she had her arms around him. She crushed her body against his, rubbing with a wild intensity against the bulge in his trunks. His cock immediately started throbbing and swelling to meet her.
"I've thought about you all morning, Bobby ...about last night." She guided his hand under her dress.
He gasped when his palm covered the crack of her cunt and was immediately soaked with her juices. Her pussy was gushing juices of passion. He let his fingers explore her dripping pussy.
"You have such nice hands, Bobby, such nice everything. I can't wait to get you inside." She breathed the words into his ear, sending more surges of passion through his inflamed body. "And I've also got a little surprise for you. Have you ever done a threesome?"
he never got a chance to answer. The elevator door opened and he moved, as if in a trance, into the suite.
It might have been minutes, but to Bobby it seemed only seconds. It was a whirlwind of activity. Kay ripped her dress off and quickly pulled Bobby's swimsuit down to expose his bobbing cock. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her tongue hot and wet, ran up and down the length of his hard, pulsing prick.
"God, Bobby!" she moaned. "You're big for your age. You're beautiful." She ran her tongue around the swollen head, letting her saliva run down the length of his cock to settle on his balls and pubic hair.
"Kay ... Kay! There's something I've got to tell you."
"Mmmmm. Later, lover, later."
"No, really ... now, it's important," he urged.
"I'm very busy now ... and, besides, I've got that little surprise I told you about."
Her tongue was like a thing alive all over his cock and balls, driving all else from his mind.
His hands entwined in the woman's thick hair and he pulled with all his might. At the same time he thrust forward with his hips. There was a gasp of surprise from the woman, but no relenting, as she accepted his thick cock and devoured his prick.
It seemed an eternity of delight as she feasted on his cock. Finally she paused, looking upward to his eyes which were glazed with rapture.
"You like?" she cooed.
"I love it. Don't stop!"
"Just for a minute," she said, rising to her feet in front of him. "I want you to meed my little surprise."
Bobby came back to reality for a moment. His gaze followed Kay's extended arm to the doorway separating the rooms. What he saw made his knees shake even harder than had the administrations of Kay's mouth on his cock.
It was the picture come to life.
The smile on her face was half innocence and half seduction. The long blonde hair hung straight down, almost to her waist. Her sweater bulged delightfully over the twin, full mounds of her breasts. And the rest of her body looked like it would be soft and womanly. The skirt was stretched tautly across the front so that he could clearly see the outline of her cunt where it met the sweet fullness of her belly and thighs.
"You're the picture!" Bobby said, feeling suddenly foolish standing in front of her, nude, with a hard-on.
"What picture?" she asked.
"I showed him your picture this morning, Alice" Kay said. "The one in the bikini."
"Oh," the girl replied, returning her eyes to Bobby and openly examining his hardness. She stood directly in front of him.
Bobby felt his knees go weak beneath him.
Alice reached out and grasped his cock. He jumped as she squeezed the foreskin back over the head and exposed a small drop of cum on his cock-tip. The beautiful, young blonde girl was very close to Bobby. "I want some of this," she said.
"Go ahead, Alice-honey," Kay said. "I know the boy. There'll be a lot left over for me."
Bobby found himself being led into the bedroom behind Alice's beautiful wiggling young ass.
Alice moved to the bed and methodically started turning it down. Bobby couldn't move to help her, he could only stare in awe and wonder.
Her body was beautiful. As she leaned over the bed, her skirt rode up over her thighs. The cheeks of her ass were even lovelier in the flesh than he had imagined from the picture. They shone, without panties, in the sunlight streaming through the window. There was just a hint of her golden cunt hair dangling between them.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and began moving it back and forth as he watched her.
"Bobby."
He looked up. She had turned and begun walking slowly, a firm movement in her young hips, toward him. When she was right in front of hi, she slid upward against his body until the cleft of her pussy was hovering over his pulsating cock. She moved against it and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Bobby," she repeated, whispering in his ear now, "fuck me! Take that cock of yours and split my cunt with it!"
she place on of his hands on her breast. He felt the soft flesh beneath the material of her sweater. He felt the nipple grow instantly had and rigid beneath his palm. Hiis fingers tightened on her tit as it filled his hand.
Alice sighed and pressed harder against him. She took his other hand and moved it to her upper thighs, beneath the skirt. Bobby felt the silken hairs on legs that had never been shaved. The flesh seemed to melt and dance under his fingertips.
"Now!" she gasped. "I want you inside me ... deep, deep inside me. NOW!"
Bobby pulled the sweater over her head. Her long hair spilled down over her naked breasts to her stomach. Both nipples were hard knobs of passion. He bent over to take one into his mouth. As his tongue touched its tip, she made a sound, half scream, half sigh. He began to suck and bite at the tiny round bud, using his tongue and teeth and lips to drive the girl into a frenzy.
Alice's legs parted beneath his other hand as it worked its way up the inside of her thighs. He inserted a finger into the wetness of her slit, feeling the spongy opening depress, then give way.
With a groan, she fell back to the bed. The skirt rode up to her waist, exposing the furry softness of her pussy. He lowered his body beside her. Her hands ran frantically over his body. He, in turn, searched out hers. His eyes roved up and down her supple form. Her young body was without a single flaw.
Again he lowered his hand between her legs to that furry mound. His fingers found warmth and moistness. Her juices covered his hand in a matter of seconds.
As Bobby touched that small, hooded nerve, he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed tightly. Her teeth were clamped on her lower lip. Her face was flushed with sexual excitement. Every nerve in her body was responding to hs touch. Watching her excited him.
"I want it .. all of it." She grasped his cock.
He rose to his knees, separated her legs and knelt once again between her thighs. He didn't need to use his hand. His cock found its own way to her wet slit. The thick head of his prick entered the pulsing pussy.
Bobby looked up at the young girl's face. Her mouth was open, a long low sigh drifting up from her throat.
Her body reached for his, begging him. Bobby placed his mouth over hers and sent his tongue deep into her throat.
Bobby thrust his hips forward and buried his cock all the way into her cunt. Her mouth fell open as the scream rushed out.
It was what she wanted and he knew it. They remained motionless for a second. His cock was throbbing within the fiery walls of her slit. Her hands moved up and down the length of his back, the nails digging into his flesh, wanting to hurt him but afraid at the same time.
Slowly, inch by inch, Bobby slid back until the lips of her cunt were nibbling at the crown of his cock, teasing it to reenter her pussy. With one massive thrust, he drove his prick in as far as it would go. The soft curling hair on their loins met. Again he moved his hips back. Her hips came up to meet him as he thrust forward to reenter her spurting cunt.
"That's it ... that's it! Ohhh, fuck me ... fuck, Bobby, fuck my cunt!"
he smiled down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming longer and longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The channel of her cunt was tight but at the same time moist and slick. It gave off a wondrous odor that filled his mind with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm. She moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his cock. Her hard clit was getting the full benefit of his long staff.
"I love it! She screamed. "I love your cock! Don't stop ... go, GO!"
He managed to shove one finger, and then two, into her already-filled cunt, increasing the pressure on her tiny clit.
"I love it too, honey! He moaned. "My cock is loving your pussy!"
Her hips pumped faster, matching the pace and rhythm of his. Bobby savored the sensations the young girl's flesh produced. He was aware of every inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen cock. He spread his legs, placing his feet against the end of the bed so he could drive into her even harder.
The girl's legs wrapped around his back. Her heels dug into his hard, lean buttocks. The sounds that filled the room were animal-like. Two animals in heat, pounding away at each other's flesh, seeking release. Bobby could feel it coming. Starting at the base of his spine, building, building and rising toward his cock.
"Oh, fill me up! Fill me up!" she screamed, her body suddenly a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
They were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Alice's cunt pulsated and throbbed. He could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her hot juices over his spurting cock. Her hole was sopping wet and getting wetter as he poured stream after stream of white hot liquid into her.
Her moans and cries of pleasure only served to quicken the result. Again and again they came, spasm after spasm rocking their bodies.
At last Alice's legs collapsed as Bobby slumped against her heaving body, his head buried between her breasts. He pulled out slowly, moved upward until he could feel the softness of her belly against his cock. He lazily rubbed their mixture of juices together as their bodies relaxed.
It was three o'clock.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bobby unlocked the door. Then he retuned to sit beside Alice on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her blonde head over onto his shoulder. She looked up at himn and smiled.
He returned her smile and then shifted it to her mother who sat in a sofa just opposite them. Bobby was at total peace and glad that he had done what he had done.
Kay smiled back at him. "Don't worry about a thing, Bobby. I can handle them very well."
"I know," he said. "I'm not worried."
"We'll get you some new clothes this afternoon before we leave," she said.
"Maybe we could buy my old ones from them," he said, giggling.
"We wouldn't bother," Kay said. "I've no doubt they are just cheap rags. As my son, Bobby, you'll go first class. That's the joy of having money ... spending it."
"You'll love living with us," Alice said.
"I know," Bobby said. "I can hardly wait."
It had been hard to tell them his story. Not the least problem being Kay herself. He and Alice had barely finished, when Kay was suddenly in the bed with them.
"Oh, mama ... what a beautiful cock he's got," Alice chanted, milking his still-rigid hardness with the delightful lips of her pussy.
Kay worked her hand down between their bodies until she found Bobby's swollen balls. Her fingers slowly massaged him, stopping now and then to test the rigidity of his prick as it continued to slide in and out of Alice's groping pussy.
Keeping her hand at work, Kay moved around to the side of the couple. The woman's heavy breasts swung free in front of Bobby's face. "Suck my titties, Bobby! She urged. "both of you suck 'em!"
Bobby's mouth sought the purplish nipple of one breast as Alice did the same with the other. His cock was now completely restored to its full length under the attentions of both women. He was moving slowly in and out of Alice's wet nest, building the fire in her once again. One of his hands was occupied with Kay's wet cunt. He pushed two fingers up into her pussy. She spread her thighs and he urged the third and fourth fingers up her cunt until his hand was imbedded in her hot pussy.
Kay sighed, spreading her legs. "Alice," she moaned.
"What?" the girl said, her hips rotating faster. "What is it, Mother?"
"Let me have him. Let me have him now while his cock is all covered with your juice."
Alice's hips rocked harder. She was entranced by the throbbing, jolting cock heaving in and out of her cunt. She paid no attention to her mother's plea.
Kay looked down between their bodies and saw Bobby's prick, the juice shining in the light as his cock emerged and then reentered Alice's cunt. She squirmed in between the two bodies, pushing Bobby back until she had taken her daughter's place.
She crawled between his opened legs and sucked his cock.
He pushed his hips forward in order to make it easier for her to suck him. She cupped his balls and rolled them gently around, while a the same time beginning a bobbing motion with her head, running her lips up and down the fiery shaft.
Bobby looked down to see that she had taken his prick all the way down her throat. Her lips, on the downstroke, were nestled in his thick, curly hair, and the constriction of her throat was causing him the most exquisite delight.
She looked upward, discovered him watching her, and her eyes grew wide, almost smiling, because she knew she was providing him with pleasure.
And the pleasure didn't stop. All three of them, the young boy, the mother, and the daughter, fucked and sucked each other greedily for over an hour.
At last Bobby was able to call a halt long enough to tell them both, particularly Kay, about his true relationship with Art and Ella. He told them about his aunt and how he had run away from home and eventually met the couple. He explained how their game worked and how sorry he was to be a part of it all.
Kay listened quietly, not and then nodding and asking a question to clarify a point. Generally, she accepted what he said, and by the time he had finished, she seemed to have made up her mind.
She quickly shoved them into the shower and before Bobby knew it, they were dressed and sitting in the living room, waiting for Art and Ella's arrival.
It was a minute to five.
"I think that's the elevator," Kay said. "Let me do all the talking."
Art came through the door like a bull, his head swiveling from side to side in search of the bedroom. Ella was right on his heels. They played the part of the outraged suburban couple looking for their seduced young son.
"Oh ... Kay!" Ella said, looking suddenly bewildered and stopping short in the middle of the room. "We ... a, just thought we'd stop by for Bobby."
"Bobby will be staying," Kay said. "Permanently."
"Huh?" Art said. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I would ask you to sit down," Kay continued, "and have a drink. But you won't be staying that long and my liquor is much too expensive for your tastes."
"Bobby," Ella said. "come out in the hall. I want to talk to you."
"Sit still, Bobby," Kay said.
"How dare you tell Bobby to disobey his mother," Art said.
"To use your own language," Kay hissed, a smirking grin on her face, "bullshit!"
"Oh my God," Ella said, amazement and realization breaking across her eyes.
"I think your wife understands already," Kay said, looking directly at Art. "Bobby has told us everything ... about himself and about you."
"You little sonofabitch!" Art said, balling his fists and taking a step toward the boy.
"I wouldn't," Kay said, doing little more than raising her hand. "Before you arrived, I called the hotel detective and told him that there might be some trouble in my suite. That's one of the advantages of having money ... people are at your beck and call for every need. He's hovering over a phone in the lobby right now. If you'll notice, the phone is off the hook. All the numbers have been dialed, except one. Alice."
Alice moved to the phone and put a finger in one of the digits.
"It would be my word against yours," Kay said.
Art and Ella exchanged looks, nodded and without another word, left the room, slamming the door behind them.
"Well," Kay said, standing and crossing to the phone. "Now that's settled, why don't you take Bobby out and buy him some clothes. While you do that, I'll give his Aunt Marie a call. I'm sure, when I tell her the story Bobby has told us, she will be only too happy to have Bobby live with us."
"Let's go," Alice said, pulling Bobby off the sofa.
"And hurry back. Remember, our flight leaves in two hours!"
* * *
Bobby gasped in awe s they left the garage and walked across the huge lawn toward the mansion that was to be his home. The lawn was manicured to perfection and as they walked, Kay pointed out the various buildings.
"The pool is over that way, dear," she said, "and beyond that are the stables. Over there, just behind that hill, is a small summer house and the tennis court."
"You really live her?"
"Of course," Alice laughed. "We live here and we play here."
It was late and they were all tired, especially Bobby. Or so he thought. The house was dark, and Alice took him upstairs to the room that was to be his.
"You'll love it here with us, Bobby," she said, molding her body in his arms.
"I know I will," he replied, bending his head and kissing her softly on the lips.
"Goodnight," she said, breaking the kiss and moving to the door.
He almost wished she would stay, but he was too tired to argue. "Goodnight."
"I'll see you in the morning," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Bobby was undressed and in bed in minutes.
The soft, cool sheets did things to his body, and in seconds he was fast asleep.
It seemed as though he had only dropped off when the dream awakened him. He opened his eyes and closed them again immediately. The harsh sunlight was streaming through the window and it was burning his eyes clear through the lids.
Then he realized that it wasn't a dream. The covers had been pulled from his body and soft, gentle hands were playing with his cock. His cock was throbbing and he knew it was as hard as a rock.
A tickling finger ran down across his balls and through the crease between his ass-cheeks.
He jumped./
Was it Alice or Kay?
"Are you awake?"
the voice was different. He opened one eye. It was the other girl in the picture.
She was on her knees beside him, playing with his cock.
"You're Kate," he said.
"Uh-huh," she replied, her grin spreading. "Can you do it this early in the morning?"
"Uh-huh," he replied.
She released his cock and stripped. Her tiny breasts were all nipple and just starting to blossom. Her pussy was without hair.
"I love to suck," she said, swinging her body over his so her hairless pussy was directly above his face.
"It feels good," Bobby said, "In your mouth, it feels good."
his voice was low, made gruff by the passion clogging his throat. He reached down, entwined his fingers in her hair, then shoved his cock into her mouth.
She took it with a low moan. It went deep into her throat until she gagged once, but now more. Then her mouth began a journey on is prick that exposed every inch to her soft tongue.
Her steaming loins were just above his face and her heady cunt-odor drifted down to his nostrils. He knew what she expected of him and he leaned forward, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
The young girl lowered her hips until the lips of her cunt were an inch from his mouth. Bobby worked his tongue between the feathery lips and stroked upward, upward, until the tip touched her erect clit. She lost what little control she had been able to maintain on his cock, and her heard started going wild.
She shoved her hips forward and down, grinding her cushion of wet flesh against his face. He could barely breathe. What breath he could gather came in short, sharp gasps as his tongue worked farther and farther inside her pussy.
"Oh, Mary Lou .., Mary Lou," he groaned.
"What' she replied.
"Nothing," Bobby groaned. "I just said, it's good to be home
