It is hard to conceive in this day and age that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattel and worse.
Yet there are examples all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance and are beaten and thrown out of their jobs if they protest their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over half their produce to baron landowners to pay off ever-increasing debts which may never be totally paid.
And then there is Ann forester, an intelligent, beautiful woman who is forced to submit to blackmail in an effort to protect her reputation. Never would she have believed her once happy marriage to a successful aviator would someday lead her into a nightmare world of rape and degradation and violence.
ABUSED AUNT - the story of a woman who finds out what it is like to be treated as an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is a long way from Utopia.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh fuck me good!"
Ann Forester gasped deep in her throat and squirmed on his cock. Her head swam from the sweet sensation of having her young, aching cunt tilled to overflowing. The wet sounds and rank smell of fucking surrounded her.
"Oh, fuck me!" she repeated urgently. "Oh, do it! Your big prick feels so good. Oh, stick it up my-"
"Mrs. Forester?"
Time froze. Then suddenly it was all gone.
"Mrs. Forester?" the adolescent male voice asked again, timidly. "Can we use both sides of the paper to answer questions?"
Ann shook her head to clear it. "No, of course not!" she snapped, brown eyes flashing at the student in the third row who had asked the question. "You use only one side, as you always have on tests."
Shamefaced, the boy tilted his head back to his paper. Ann glared at the top of his head for a minute. Then her gaze shifted, came to rest on a youth in the front row. He was big for his age, rawboned and well-muscled.
He had been the one in her fantasy, kneeling behind her and thrusting his big stiff cock into her. pussy from behind.
Ann had a fairly good idea of how big the boy's cock was, too. Often she'd glanced back at him from standing at the blackboard with her skirt riding up her trim thighs, and caught his eyes flicking uneasily away from the lush, full curve of her ass. Then when she'd glanced down at his crotch, she could see the big bulge pushing up his fly.
It wouldn't do for her to seduce a member of her sixth period English class, Ann thought. She couldn't afford to lose her job. Especially under scandalous circumstances that would make it difficult or impossible to get another job teaching-the only kind of work she knew how to do.
But it had been five months since Ann had been fucked. Five terrible months since her husband had been killed in the crash of the small plane he was flying for the charter service he owned and operated. And in those five months, Ann had seen the insurance money and the money she got from selling the house and his share in the flying service dwindle to almost nothing. Roger had made some bad investments, left his widow with numerous debts.
Fortunately, Ann's sister and her husband lived in the same city. Even though they had a sixteen-year-old son named Hal, who was learning to be an airplane mechanic at the company Roger had owned, they had asked Ann to move in with them so she could get back on her feet financially, and also not have to face the terrible shock of suddenly living by herself.
But loneliness wasn't the only problem a new widow faced. Ann had been hooked on fucking Roger. He was vigorous, loving, and imaginative. He was apt to slide into the driver's seat when they were caught in a traffic jam, and pull his wife eagerly onto his hard throbbing cock right then and there. Or spend a long summer's afternoon in the back yard, lying on a towel spread on the lawn eating Ann's dripping pussy while she sucked his prick.
Roger had been a lot of man. And Ann didn't have anything to replace him.
Guiltily, she let her gaze slide from her desktop to the boy in the front row. For a moment she let herself slip back into fantasy. She imagined his strong hands grasping her asscheeks, his breath coming in ragged gulps as he fucked madly into her twat. Hot feeling flooded Ann's cheeks, and she realized she was blushing.
She dropped her eyes. Her slim hands were clenched into fists on the desk before her. The knuckles were white with tension.
* * *
After an eternity, the class ended. Ann took the freeway home, an hour or so too early for rush hour traffic. For the hundredth time she wondered what to do about the desires that tormented her night and day.
Ann Forester was a shy woman, and she had led a sheltered life. She had never fucked any man but Roger. She had been a trim, twenty-six-year-old virgin teacher when he had swooped into her life, bringing with him a fever of passion and lust she'd never even dreamed of.
Now Roger was gone, and Ann didn't know how to cope. How to meet a man? The male teachers at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School appealed to her as little as the bronze statue of old Walter himself. She didn't have the courage to hang around singles bars looking for pickups, and she was really afraid of the kind of man she'd meet that way, anyway. There were so many dangerous weirdoes around these days.
Otherwise, Ann's life was pretty much restricted to trips to the spa to keep her figure as firm and fantastic as Roger had always wanted her, and doing things with her sister Linda and her family.
In a few minutes Ann would be home. She felt anticipation tightening the base of her throat. This early in the afternoon she'd have the house to herself.
Ann didn't have a man, but she had her fantasies. And she also had a vibrator she'd bought after a couple of months lying awake at night fingering herself. The trouble was, it made such noise when it was turned on that she didn't dare use it when anyone was home. She was afraid of provoking embarrassing questions.
The dildo was the only thing that kept her sane. Especially on afternoons like this, when the lust boiling in her cunt threatened to drive her crazy.
Ann thought about what she'd do when she got home. She'd go upstairs and get the vibrator from its hiding place in a dresser drawer. Then she'd go downstairs, take off all her clothes, and lie down on the sofa. Perhaps she'd lie on her back. When she did that, she'd finger her ample jugs with both hands as the buzzing device drove her to a frenzy, buried to the hilt in her frothing cunt.
Or maybe she'd get down naked on all fours and fuck herself up the pussy with the dildo till it was dripping wet with the oily yield of her cunt. Then she'd drive it up her asshole and squat on her hands and knees, screaming with mingled pleasure and pain and shaking like a dog until orgasm temporarily released her. She had especially loved it when Roger fucked his huge prick into her ass. Almost as much as when he took her up the cunt. That slight edge of pain made it so delicious!
The silky material of her panties was sticking to the cleft of her cunt when Ann turned her Datsun into the driveway of her sister's house. She got out of the car and walked up to the front door with her heart pounding. God, she was hot! She couldn't wait for the thrumming feel of the plastic dildo driving apart her pussy walls.
Ann immediately headed for her room, but something made her stop at the foot of the stairs. Did she hear voices?
Ann set her books down on the coffee table, listening. Yes, there it was again. Someone giggling and whispering.
Frozen, Ann stood straining her ears. There was someone else in the house with her. It sounded as if they were in the kitchen.
Cautiously, Ann walked toward the kitchen. The carpet muffled her footsteps.
"Ooh, that tickles," came a girl's voice. "We really shouldn't be doing this. It's naughty.
It's-oh!"
Carefully, Ann peered around the doorway.
A pretty, pert-faced blonde girl was sitting on the counter. Her big and bouncy young tits were bare. And kneeling before her, sucking as much of one rubbery, smooth-fleshed jug into his mouth as he could, was Ann's nephew Hal!
As Ann watched mesmerized, Hal released the girl's boob with a pop and lifted his head. "Does that tickle?" he asked, grinning wickedly. The girl reached out and tousled his brown hair.
"You know it doesn't, big boy," she purred. "Don't stop now!"
The girl's nipples were bright pink, the nubbins standing up like ripe cherries in the circular patches of the aureoles. Hal's tongue snaked out of his mouth. It laved wetly all over one boob, then the other, carefully avoiding the swollen nipples. The girl stroked Hal's temples with fevered fingers.
"Oh, that's soooo nice," the blonde murmured. "Oh, you don't know how good that feels, Hal honey!"
Hal's saliva gleamed in the afternoon light. Ann felt a pang of jealousy. Her own tits were quite large, especially for a woman as willowy as she was, but this girl's were much larger and yet very, very firm. The blonde was a bit plump, but her face was lovely and her thighs were trim and sleek where they were revealed by her short skirt riding up under her ass. And her flushed cheeks and cornflower blue eyes were touched with a warm glow of growing lust.
When the blonde was plainly about to go crazy from the way Hal's tongue was skirting around her blood-engorged nipples, he wrapped his lips around one of the fleshy little buttons. His cheeks turned into hollows as he sucked. "Jesus!" cried the girl. "At last! Suck me, oh, suck on me, baby!"
Goose flesh pimpled the creamy surface of the girl's jugs. She sighed. Hal was slurping noisily as he sucked her tit. Slowly he sucked the tip of her tit into his mouth till the ruddy circle of aureole disappeared. He began to gnaw at the mouthful of titflesh, "Wow! Oh, damn, ooooooooh!" cooed the blonde. "That's fantastic. Nothing could feel better, darling!"
Hal raised his head. The freed tit jiggled in the air, spit smeared over its rounded point. "Hmm?" he said. "Nothing could feel better? You sure of that, Janice?"
Janice tugged insistently at his hair. "Noooo!" she said. "Keep sucking me, damn you!"
"Sure thing, sexpot," Hal said. Janice's blouse was opened to her navel and pulled back onto her shoulders. He unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way. "But, sweet as those tits are, I can think of something a lot tastier!"
The youth slid his lips downward over the smooth dome of her belly. Ann could feel the girl's excitement grow "Oh, God!" Janice exclaimed. Hal licked the flesh of her stomach just above the waistband of her skirt.
Then he lifted the skirt off the girl's thighs and folded it back into her lap. Her panties were bright orange, Ann noticed. Hal slipped a finger under the leg band and pulled the crotch to the side. Juicy pink cunt lips gaped nakedly in a tangled forest of blonde bush.
The inner lips of Janice's pussy were visible through her pubic thatch, and the crack between them glittered with pungent sauces. Her cunt mound was rounded and plump. The blonde sucked in a hissing breath through clenched teeth as her boyfriend planted a wet kiss smack between her twat lips.
Ann felt herself go weak at the knees. It was almost as if it were her own cunt Hal was kissing so avidly. She could see an incredible look of ecstasy transfigure Janice's saucy features.
Smacking sounds reached Ann's ears. She could smell the blonde's aroused snatch. It was an oddly compelling wet-wool smell, and it made Ann feel funny. She'd never smelled another woman's cunt when it started to flow with lust.
Her nephew certainly seemed to be enjoying the taste of pussy. He moved his head this way and that as he devoured the writhing girl's dripping cunt. His teeth and lips were working on Janice's tender pussy lips. His tongue slipped between them, teasing its way into the girl's seething depths.
Aromatic sauces flowed onto Hal's tongue. The girl clawed at the back of his head. It felt to her as if a small living animal had crawled into her cunt. Hal's tongue crawled in and out like a snake, while he chewed relentlessly at the pussy's lips.
"Eat me! Mmmmm, aaaahhhh, eat my pussy all up! Your tongue feels so fucking good inside my pussy! Eat it up, Hal!"
Janice arched her back, put her hands on the counter and ground her ripe cunt into Hal's greedy face.
Frothing cunt honey sloshed down his chin. Her legs were spread wide to open her cunt all the way up. She didn't seem to mind the elastic of her panties cutting into her as Hal's hooked fingers held the crotch open.
Janice's hair was in constant motion as she tossed her head from side to side. Ann could feel waves of pleasure washing from the teenaged girl's taut body as Hal ate her pussy. The older woman had stepped partway into the doorway and stood there, not thinking about being noticed. The two young people were far too preoccupied to notice her!
An insistent hunger was growing in Ann's crotch. Her own sweet cunt oils were beginning to flow freely. What delight the little blonde must be experiencing! Hal was apparently a tongue-lasher of no mean talent, the way Janice was moaning and thrashing around like a bitch in heat. For Ann it was almost torture to watch. How long it had been, since she'd had tongue up her own pussy?
A slender hand cupped her cunt mound. Even through the fabric of her skirt Ann could feel the needy heat of her long-neglected pussy. The pressure of her hand felt good.
Ann pulled her skirt up till it rode on her hips. Hardly thinking what she was doing, she ran a hand down her panties and cupped her cunt again. A long nailed finger teased at her pussy lips and slipped into the brimming well of her cunt. Ann barely managed to restrain a gasp of pleasure as she began to finger-fuck herself.
Greedily, unaware of his audience, Hal ate his girlfriend's pussy. He loved giving head. The smell, the taste, the feel of a woman's hot cunt excited him beyond belief.
But there was one thing eating pussy couldn't do for him. It couldn't do anything to relieve the painful pressure of his cock pushing outwards against his fly. Hal loved to eat cunt, but he had to fuck.
Never ceasing with his oral assault on Janice's quivering pussy, Hal dropped his hands to his waist and undid his trousers. As they slid down over his trim hips his rigid cock leaped out. At the sight of it, Ann gasped again, and cunt juices flowed in a torrent over her masturbating fingers.
The naked prick waving there in the air was a good seven inches long and thick in proportion. A thick blue vein pulsated on its upper surface. The glans of the big cock seemed to glow scarlet. It was a beautiful sight.
And the boy was still growing!
The thought made Ann come in her panties. Whimpering sounds escaped her as the long-needed climax wracked her lovely body. She tried to hold it back, but it just felt too good with her fingers reaming her cunt while she watched the most erotic show she'd ever witnessed!
Neither of the two kids in the kitchen heard her. Janice had her shoulders back and was leaning on a cabinet while her fingers spread her pussy lips wide for Hal's eager attention. Hal was struggling all the while to get out of his pants. His lips and teeth teased her cunt lips while his tongue roved up and down the length of her tasty slash.
Then the boy was out of his pants. He lilted his head from Janice's gaping pussy and tore her panties off her. The inside of her cunt was bright pink and shiny with its juices and his saliva.
"Hey, whatsamatter," moaned Janice. "Why are you stopping, lover boy? Oh please, don't stop now!
Hal didn't answer. Instead he stood up and with unerring aim drove his cock to the hilt in her pussy.
Janice's head was back and her mouth was open in a ringing scream of climax even before Hal started pumping her. The tongue-lashing he'd given her cunt had her so turned on that the sudden feeling of being impaled on that fat sword of cock had been too much. Too, too much!
Hal felt the rippling waves of Janice's orgasm tightening her cunt in a velvet noose around his cock. He was already turned on too much tor any subtle stuff. Frantically he began to pump into her with the force of a stallion fucking a mare.
In the doorway. Ann felt herself go weak at the knees. She had to support herself with one hand on the doorframe while the other kept playing with her pussy. God, what a sight! Oh. the joys she had been missing!
The dildo was one thing. But Ann had to have a man!
Strong young hands gripped Janice's shoulders. Hal's face was buried at the base of her neck, nibbling at her as he drove his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The throbbing prick made a loud rhythmic noise like a plunger unclogging a drain. With every masterful stroke of Hal's cock. Janice lifted the cushiony roundness of her ass off the counter to meet him. The power of his fucking drove her tender asscheeks back onto the counter with a thump at every thrust.
A slippery, boiling-hot. soaking-wet vice clamped Hal's probing cock. Janice's pussy was so hot. so tight, so deliciously wet that he could barely breathe. The heady smell of their fucking filled his nostrils.
The cock hammering into Janice's cunt was like a stick of dynamite. Unbearable pleasure exploded from it every time it drove deep, deep into her cunt. Her fingernails raked Hal's sides as she tried to force him deeper.
"Fuck me harder, Hal!" Janice cried. "Fuck my pussy till it hurts!"
Impossibly, Hal obeyed. Ann wondered how anyone could pump their hips so fast. She could see the blur of his cock going in and out of Janice's wide open snatch. The blonde had her legs spread as far apart as they would go, and Ann could see everything. Everything she'd been missing for so many long months!
"Come in me, Hal!" begged Janice. "Blow off your wad in me! I want to feel your jism fill my pussy! Oh hurry, I'm about to come! Shoot it up my cunt!"
Ann could barely believe such an innocent-looking girl could shout such things. But she wanted to cry out for a man to pump her full of cock and come as well.
Hal grunted into the hollow of the blonde's neck. "Oh hurry!" shrieked Janice. "I'm comiiinnnggg!"
Time after time Hal buried his dick balls deep in the spasming pussy. He couldn't control himself any longer. His mighty prick throbbed and began to spurt come all the way into the girl's womb.
"Aaaiiieeee!" howled Janice as her climax convulsed her luscious body. "I can feel your jizz in my pussy. It burns-oh it burns! So sweet! So-aaaggghhh!"
Screaming, Janice came and came as the cock impaled her. Hal's cock fountained uncontrollably into her cunt. Her nails dug furrows in his back as they both went mad with pleasure.
Cum bubbled up around the rim of Janice's blonde-furred cunt. Gooey white jism began to leak down her moon-white asscheeks onto the counter. The length of Hal's pulsating cock was smeared with oily cunt juice and strands of rich cum.
Hal fucked Janice as if there were no tomorrow. Her cries of ecstasy were constant and piercing.
Ann could barely keep from crying aloud as she came thunderously, again and again. Her cunt sucked at her sopping fingers like a baby sucking its mother's tits.
At last, the unseen watcher could take no more. Ann's dark hair hung limply around her face as she reeled back from the door into the living room. The joyous sounds of youthful balling still came from the kitchen as the lovely widow collapsed on the couch.
Ann's panties were a sopping mess. Her fingers were smeared and getting gummy from rapidly drying cunt juice. She felt as if she were hollow inside.
The scene she had just witnessed had hit her like a sledgehammer. For too long she'd lived without the firmness, the feel, and the fucking of a strong young man. She just couldn't stand it anymore.
Ann needed sex to go on living. And she was going to get it!
CHAPTER TWO
At ten o'clock, Hal Johnson closed his book with a sigh. It was time for bed. He had finished his homework long before and spent the last few hours studying pilot's manuals.
Hal was grateful to his Uncle Roger for hiring him as an apprentice mechanic. He was a bright boy with a love for airplanes and a knack for handling them. So even alter his uncle had been killed and Aunt Ann had sold her share in the company, Hal had been kept on. He hoped to become a pilot, too, and was learning everything he could about planes. Perhaps one day he'd have his own charter service.
The youth undressed quickly for bed. Wearing a short red bathrobe, he padded to the kitchen to brush his teeth. When he came out again, Hal noticed his aunt's door was closed. No light showed beneath it.
Poor Aunt Ann. She was so lonely. I specially now that his parents were gone for a month's vacation. The young widow didn't seem to have any friends. She didn't seem to have any men either.
That part puzzled Hal. He'd have thought men would be falling over themselves to have a chance at lucking a woman like his aunt. The way she looked in the morning, with a short robe wrapped around her and those achingly long legs visible beneath, the way her round and ripe tits sometimes threatened to escape her robe and frilly nightie it was almost enough to give the healthy, horny sixteen-year-old boy some lewd thoughts about his aunt.
But what the hell? Aunt Annie was a good person, and Hal could take care ol himself. He was grateful his parents had gone on a vacation, and even grateful he'd had to stay behind for school. It gave him a chance to bring Janice home in the afternoon, before his aunt got home from school.
At the thought of Janice, Hal's cock started stirring lazily into life. He went into his bedroom and closed the door softly behind him. For a minute he thought about jacking off, but decided against it. With a fantastic little piece of ass like Janice available, it would be damn stupid wasting his cum on his sheets.
So instead of coming on his sheets, Hal slipped between them and flicked off the light. In a few moments he drifted away.
A sound brought him awake. He opened his eyes. Moonlight shone in the window.
Another sound came from behind him. It was the door to his room closing softly. Was someone trying to sneak out? He rolled over to look.
No one had been trying to get out of the room. There was someone in the room with him. And that someone was walking slowly toward him, gazing at him with an unreadable expression.
Hal caught his breath. It was his Aunt Ann! And she was wearing a lacy black nightgown that barely came to the tops of her long, perfect thighs.
And the moonlight in the room was strong enough for Hal to tell she didn't have anything on under it!
At the bedside the woman stopped and looked down at him. Her lovely face was a shadow between the dark masses of her hair. The swelling mounds of her tits jutted over him. Their tips were dark and pointed, easily visible through the sheer nightgown. So was the dark triangle nestled at the juncture of those mouth-watering thighs. The pale light from the moon silvered an outline of her thighs.
Slowly, the round full tits rose and fell with Ann's breathing. Without a word she kneeled down on the bed beside her nephew. Slender fingers reached out and drew the sheet down his body.
Hal was naked underneath. And his cock was stirring into life again, swelling and stiffening under his aunt's gaze.
The youth started to sit up. Ann met him halfway. Her lips crushed his. Her tongue pushed his lips apart, and his teeth parted instinctively to let her tongue into his mouth.
Ann's questing tongue scoured the roof of Hal's mouth. Then it found his tongue and coiled around it like a serpent.
Not believing what was happening, Hal responded hungrily. His tongue met and wrestled with hers in a kiss such as he'd never felt before.
Then his hands were roving all over his aunt's body. He reveled in the soft, lush fullness of her curves. His hands raced down her back, around her hips, squeezing the globes of her ass and then sliding around and upwards to cup those magnificent tits. Her rock-hard nipples burned into his palms through the filmy fabric of the nightie.
Ann's hands were not idle either. She stroked her nephew's long brown hair and her tongue reached down his throat. Then she ran them over his young body. His hardness thrilled her, the swelling of his muscles under his skin was like an aphrodisiac.
After a minute she could stand it no longer. She had to feel a cock. Now!
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around Hal's prick. It jumped once, and quivered in her grasp. Slowly and tantalizingly she began to pump it.
Hal started squirming. Feverishly his tongue fought hers. His powerful hands crushed her tits, rolling them this way and that. I must be dreaming! He thought wildly. My own aunt can't be on the bed with me, jacking me off!
One thing was sure. If this was a dream, Hal didn't ever want to wake up.
Ann's tongue withdrew into the moist cavern of her own mouth. She lifted her head. "What-" Hal started to say, and then choked it off. The tongue had come out of Ann's mouth again, this time to swirl a wet line around one of his nipples. Alternating hot and cold sensations shot through his body.
Though Ann was sliding away, Hal tried to keep his hold on her tits. Her tongue traced down his chest, onto his hard belly. She kissed his stomach several times, then stuck her tongue in his navel. He arched his back and groaned.
Hal reluctantly let go of her tits and stroked her long, luxurious hair. Ann's hand never quit pumping up and down on the boy's prick though. It felt red-hot to her touch.
Her eyes went to the cock. How a boy that age could be so well hung, Ann couldn't believe. But she didn't let it get between her and what she wanted.
With her hair falling in a tickling waterfall on Hal's crotch, Ann wrapped her lips around the swollen head of his prick.
"Jesus Kee-rist!" shouted Hal. His hips came off the bed, trying reflexively to drive his cock to the hilt in this delightful, warm and sucking cavity!
Ann wasn't going to be rushed with her cocksucking, though. She went to work on his cockhead. Around and around her tongue laved. She was almost crying at the taste of Hal's cock. It was so good! It was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
The salty, meaty flavor of cock filled Ann's mouth. She put the tip of her tongue on the very point of Hal's prick, at the miniature lips of the ,pin-prick hole, and started trying to force her tongue up Hal's cock. The boy writhed and thrashed on the bed. His hands were knotted in her hair, trying to draw that torturing mouth down and impale her lovely face on his straining cock.
Ann finally gave up squashing the cockhead with her tongue. She squeezed with her lips and let the cock's fiery head slide gradually out of her mouth. It came out slick and shiny with spit. She put her lips around it again, repeated the performance.
Hal quit trying to face-fuck her and lay on his back with his eyes closed. Unbelievable sensations were coming from his cock. She was sucking the end of his prick like a popsicle, and it made him feel as if he had a pressure cooker in his balls waiting to explode.
Ann changed her approach. She kissed the underside of Hal's glans. Then she gently nibbled at the juncture of cock shaft and cockhead.
"Shit," Hal said weakly. It seemed as if every muscle in his well-toned young body was tying itself into knots.
Ann looped her tongue around the base of his prick head. Then she began to work her way down the seven lovely inches of her nephew's prick. Her tongue curled this way and that, twining around his shuddering rod of prick like a wet, erotic serpent. Hal was shaking now, his hands fisted in her brown hair, eyes tightly shut. He was moaning constantly with intolerable pleasure, and sweat stood out in fine beads all over his body.
The meaty taste of prick satisfied Ann incredibly. What delights she had been missing! And what delights were in store for her that night!
Hal was everything she'd hoped he would be-not that there was any doubt, after watching the scene this afternoon. That had been what decided her. Hal was beautiful, and from Janice's wild behavior there was no doubt that in spite of his youth he was good at fucking. Ann was giving pleasure now, and loving the sensation of giving her nephew intense erotic pleasure as much as the carnal joy of eating cock. But she planned to get her own share back in just a little while!
After what seemed to the straining youth to be an eternity, Ann's moist and impossibly agile mouth approached the base of his big cock. The thick swelling along the underside of Hal's cock was red from her gentle, teasing nips. Then she ran her tongue across the bumpy surface of his scrotum. The heavily laden ball sac was taut with excitement.
The woman opened her mouth and took in one of Hal's balls. He went into heaven as she sucked lightly and ran her tongue thrilling over the trapped nut. Ann could feel his arousal, felt her own lust and need growing rapidly. He was going to blow off the explosive charge that was building in those big balls of his. And she wanted her mouth to be there and waiting when the creamy goodness gushed from the head of his cock!
Once again Ann took the tip of Hal's prong into her face. Her tongue began to circle it in spirals. Once again her nephew tried to drag her mouth farther onto his cock, and this time the woman went along. She clamped down slightly so that her teeth were exerting a delicious pressure on the trapped prick, and started sucking hard.
Again Hal arched his back. Ann's tongue was like a flame burning pleasure all around his massive prick as it disappeared into her mouth. He knew now it wasn't a dream. He could never begin to imagine the things his aunt was doing to him! He had had blow-jobs be lore, but he had never been gone down on like this. Ann's teeth and lips and incredibly skillful tongue were driving him completely out of his mind!
More and more of the boy's big prick entered his widowed aunt's greedy mouth. Her brown eyes were open and happily watching the tangled bush at his crotch get closer to her nose as she took the prick in. It was filling her mouth and her being with delight. She could feel his heartbeat. It was making her pussy water with joy, and passion. The smell of her own cunt wafted to her flaring nostrils. She was sucking cock again!
Hal massaged his aunt's temples. He had quit pulling her face down when her lips had passed his cockhead. He knew what happened when he tried to force too much of his giant cock into one of his girl friend's mouths. They started to gag soon, and lost interest. But even when he quit urging her, his Aunt Ann kept taking his swollen prick in. More and more of it.
After sucking Roger off so many times, Ann could give head with the best professional hooker. And, while Hal's cock was big and beautiful, it was smaller than Roger's magnificent eight and a half inches of cock. Effortlessly, Ann took Hal's cock down her throat, till her nose was tickled by the wiry pubic hair at his crotch.
Hal's eyes were open now. and bugged out in amazement. Every last inch of his prod, totally enfolded by a hot, wanton mouth. And that damned tongue of hers, still going like a horsewhip over the imprisoned cock. Hal's whole body was shaking with lust, it felt so fucking good.
Ann made a swallowing motion in her throat. Ripples of constriction traveled along Hal's cock to the burning head. "Oh Christ!" he yelled, bucking wildly off the bed. "Oh, God, Aunt Ann! What are you doing? You're driving me fucking craaaaaazeeeeee!"
Ann felt a twinge of guilt at him calling her Aunt Ann. She knew this was incest. She knew it was wrong. She knew the look of sick grief and disgust that would come into her sister's eyes if she found out. She knew she would no longer be welcome in this house if her sister and brother-in-law learned she had seduced their son.
But she didn't care! She knew she couldn't live any longer without having a man inside her body. She had made her decision. And as she began to pull her head back up and slide it down again, Hal went berserk and started face-fucking her with that wonderful, unbridled power he'd screwed Janice with that afternoon.
Hal's mind was a swirling confusion of color. Flashes went off behind his eyes like skyrockets. His cock quivered and he shot boiling jism into Ann's mouth.
Strong fingers locked behind Ann's neck as the streaming cum filled her mouth. The first shot was so big it threatened to come out her nose, but she swallowed greedily and sucked for all she was worth. Hal was raping her face, mastering her, overpowering her! The taste of jizz was acrid and pungent, salty-sweet with a hint of something like chlorine.
Ann's climax shook her with thunderous force. Her pussy exploded with pleasure and she crushed her boobs into the sheet, letting the material of her nightie grate her nipples thrillingly. The hot oils of lust poured from her pussy and ran down her thighs stain the crumpled sheets.
Hal barely hung on to consciousness as he rode the most fantastic orgasm of his life. It just seemed he couldn't stop spraying his jizz into his aunt's wanton mouth. And it seemed she couldn't get enough of it.
Even after the last dregs of his balls' load had emptied themselves into Ann's mouth, she kept sucking. The tremors running the length of Hal's prick went on and on, dying with excruciating slowness to a warm tingle of pleasure. Finally, his aunt let the slowly-deflating snake of his cock slide out from between her full lips. Its whole glorious length glistened with spit, but there was not a drop of cum anywhere on it. Ann's greedy mouth, after all those months of deprivation, had not allowed a bit to escape.
Slowly, Ann smiled up at her nephew. Hal sighed explosively and tousled her hair. "Jesus, Aunt Ann," he breathed. "I don't believe it. I don't know what happened or why. But thanks."
A look of mock puzzlement crossed Ann's beautiful features. "You don't think I'm finished with you?" she rasped and started up his body.
CHAPTER THREE
Hal's eyes bulged again with disbelief as his lustful aunt slithered up him like a serpent. I or the second time that evening her tongue invaded his mouth tor a soul-searing kiss. Her whole warm weight crushed him. He was a tall youth, just under six feet, and she was an inch or less shorter than he was. And lor the first time ever, he realized fully just what a hell of a lot of woman his aunt was!
The sly taste of Ann's tongue was mixed with a sharp and unfamiliar tang Hal quickly recognized as his own cum. His stomach recoiled slightly, but the woman's hands were already at work on him again, distracting him from his momentary revulsion.
That was something else new for Hal. Whenever Janice or one of his other girls had given him a blow-job, they had not swallowed his jizz, but had hurried to spit it out and wash their mouths. It had hurt his feelings some, but they had hinted that while good girls sucked cock, they sure didn't swallow cum or put up with it any longer than necessary. But his aunt had swallowed it like wine and demanded more! Hal felt ten feet tall, and his cock was stiffening again.
Ann moved her mouth, licked a line along his cheek back to his ear. "Oh, you're sooooo good, my darling nephew," she purred. "Your cum tastes nice. Let's see if you can get that big prick of yours hard again, Hal, dear."
Just the thought of his aunt saying a thing like that would have given Hal a hard-on even if she hadn't been playing with his cock and blowing in his ear. He had never fully realized how much he had desired his aunt in the past. In fact, now that he thought of it, he had jerked off any number of times, lying in bed and thinking about the treasures Aunt Ann had hidden under her clothes.
Ann sat up. Her tits bobbled in the air. Her nipples were small but stuck out fairly far, wine-dark fingers of sensitive titflesh. The globes of her jugs moved and jiggled constantly to her breathing and the slight motions of her body.
"You like what you see, Hal?" Ann asked in a rough whisper. "I think you're beautiful. I hope I'm not too old and withered for you."
Ann lifted her hands and cupped her boobs. She pressed them back against her rib cage, feeling the hard heat of her aroused nipples. Then she slid her hands under the large globes and lifted them. Moonlight gleamed on their white tops, exposed by the low-cut nightgown.
"I know my breasts are big and floppy-not as firm as that Janice's, anyway. But with her you stayed hard after you came. Can you get hard again now for your old aunt?"
Hal goggled. "Yes, I saw you with the blonde girl this afternoon. She's a beautiful girl. But when I saw that, I knew what I'd been missing since-since your uncle died. I wanted some of you for myself, Hal. I know I'm greedy, and I know I'm taking advantage of you. But I hope I can make it up to you."
Her nephew still couldn't say anything. Ann reached down and pulled the hem of her nightie out from under her crotch. She sat astride Hal's hard belly, and he felt her wet pussy lips brush his skin with a cool touch.
Ann began to churn her hips, smearing her wet cunt all over Hal's stomach. An animal groan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Wow," Hal breathed. He could smell her twat. Its lewd odor turned him on more.
Ann started scooting slowly up Hal's body, rubbing her pussy over his flesh. He watched the interplay of light and shadows on her body as it moved beneath the nightgown. She was fingering her tits. She had her head back, and it was as if she was alone in the world. But her open pussy was leaving a trail of oil on his chest now. Her crotch was in shadow, but it was getting closer and closer.
Hal's mouth watered in anticipation. He had a feeling sucking his aunt's pussy was going to be as much of a turn-on for him as for her.
Then the woman was astride his throat. Ann jacked her hips back and forth several times. He felt the delicate pussy lips splay out and daub his neck with cunt sauce. How could one woman be so sexy? Hal thought he'd die.
The black nightie had ridden up Ann's hips. She ground her pussy mound against his chin as he gazed up at the big tits looming over him. Then her cunt was suddenly thrust at his face. His chin was engulfed in oily warmth. The scent of pussy was strong in his nostrils. Ann sighed and rolled her hips.
Fascinated, Hal watched his aunt fuck herself on his chin. He could see all of her bush now, she was pulling up the hem of her nightie so it wouldn't get in the way. His eyes were fixed on her gaping twat.
The lips of her cunt surrounded the tip of his chin. He felt pussy juice trickling down his neck. Ann's clit was sticking out from its little hood of flesh, just inches away from Hal's nose. He could have stuck out his tongue and touched it. But something restrained him. He wanted to see what his aunt would do next.
He found out soon. Her cunt flowed up over his chin and instantly his mouth was covered in a dripping wet, steaming hot, unbelievably erotic embrace. Her cunt lips seemed to suck his lips in while their scent poured up his nostrils, thick as oil. He opened his mouth to return the kiss as best he could.
"Yes, yes!" cried Ann as his tongue poked out timidly. Her educated cunt muscles seized it and sucked it into her. Hal grabbed her firm ass and hung on. His teeth were crushing her clitoris. Ann was writhing her body around on the spear of his tongue and fucking it as if it were a cock.
Her hips began to jerk back and forth. His tongue slipped out of her cunt and began to lick at the opening of her pink gash. His eyes were glued on her bush and her pussy hair tickled his nose.
Ann reached behind her and grabbed his cock. He jumped, exclaiming something into the mouthful of pussy, making Ann twist with delight.
Suddenly the sopping, slithering paradise of cunt was lifted from his mouth. Ann raised herself up and looked down at him. He stared up at her, still tasting her cunt.
"That was good, Hal," she said. "But I don't want my pussy lapped just now. I hope we'll have plenty of time to do that later. I want something else from you now."
"A-anything," Hal choked out.
"Good," nodded Ann. "Your old aunt knows best."
She scooted back down till she was straddling his crotch. His stiff prick tried to stretch an extra several inches to bury itself in that delicious cunt. Oil oozed from the slightly-parted cunt lips and dripped onto the red head of Hal's cock.
Ann reached down and took the cock in hand. She turned it every which way, examining it. "That's a beautiful prick you have, Hal," she said.
"Thank you," her nephew said in a small voice.
Ann tilted her hips. Hal looked down to see her pussy gaping. The inner pussy lips pushed against the base of his prick and spread apart. His cock trembled with eagerness.
The fat length of cock felt as good to Ann's cunt as it had to her mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth so that her opened slit slid up and down lengthwise on Hal's prick. Even having a cock near her pussy after all this time was about to drive her crazy, but she kept control.
Ann let her weight down, trapping the cock between her cunt and Hal's belly. She pumped up and down on his cock, getting her oils all over it. Her hair was in her eyes and she tossed her head, then glanced out the open window over her shoulder. A slight spring breeze was coming in, warm winds caressing her like a lover.
She could see the darkened windows of the house across the street. Too bad nobody was living there now. What a hell of a show they'd be having in the moonlight!
Ann lifted herself, let the cock back up and took hold of it again. She slid her slit all the way up to the tip of his prick. Then she steered his prickhead into her cunt. Ann could feel Hal tense, and he pushed up with his hips to bury his cock balls-deep in her seething twat.
A restraining hand on his stomach stopped him. "No, darling," Ann said, still stirring the cockhead around in her pussy. "I want something special from you. I don't know if you've ever done it before. Would you like to try something new?"
Dumbly, Hal nodded. He was completely in his aunt's power. If she'd asked him, he would have stuck his dick into the garbage disposal. His chest was heaving with passion. His balls were aching from frustration. What could she have in mind?
In a minute he found out. She dropped to the bed beside him and pulled him on top of her. She kissed him again. Again her skill made his head reel. The tip of his prick poked into her crotch,, seeking the depths of her pussy.
Ann grabbed hold of his cock. Those unbelievably long, slender white legs went around his waist. She drew her knees up, way up, till they were almost level with his shoulders.
"Hey, that's too far!" Hal protested. "I can't get-I can't get, uh, into your cunt." He blushed as he said it. He knew it was silly, after his aunt had just given him the blow-job of his life and then shoved her cunt in his face to be lapped, but there it was. Hal was embarrassed.
Ann's laugh was low and musical. "That's the idea, silly," she cooed. "I can always get that big cock up my pussy. I want it up my ass."
Hal sucked in his breath. In her ass? He had dreamed about it. He'd always wanted to try it. He'd even gotten a start on it with Janice one afternoon. But she had screamed and pulled away just as he'd gotten the tip of his prick up her butt, and she'd never let him try it again.
Now his very own aunt was gently guiding the well-lubricated tip of his cock to her asshole.
The tiny opening of Ann's asshole gave way readily to Hal's cock. He'd had to strain to get Janice's asshole open even though she said she was relaxing. Ann's butthole simply opened and let him in. Before he knew it, Hal had the tip of his prick inside the tightest hole he'd ever felt!
Ann smiled lewdly at him. "There," she said, her voice ragged with lust. "That's where I want you. Now, big boy, fuck the living shit out of me!"
Ann slipped her hands under her knees and locked them that way, around Hal's strong body. He looked down at her for a long moment. His aunt shut her eyes and parted her lips.
Hal slid his hands under her ass. The globes of her cheeks were smooth and rubbery and cool to the touch. He took a deep breath and did as she told him.
At first Hal had to strain to make any progress. Then Ann's asshole relaxed and he shot into her butt like an arrow. In no time at all he was in her almost to the hilt.
For a frozen moment, Hal stayed that way. His whole prick was being crushed in a dry, red-hot vise. Ann's lovely face was twisted with agony. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.
The tip of her tongue snaked out and wet her full lips. Then she looked into Hal's eyes. "Well," Ann asked. "What are you waiting for?"
Hal lifted himself. It was hard. It was like bicycling uphill into a hard wind. It was also like having his cock stuck in a vacuum cleaner. The circular muscle of Ann's asshole clamped hard on his cock, and the muscles of her bowels and belly squeezed its entire length. It was as if he would never be able to get his cock free of his aunt's asshole. It felt as though his guts were being sucked out the pinhole in the end of his prick.
Fire burned in Ann's ass. Hal hadn't been wrong when he'd read pain in her expression, but he had missed the ecstatic pleasure there. Somehow the unnatural pain of a big cock stretching her asshole gave a delicious edge to the pleasure Ann got. The harder her ass was fucked, the more it hurt and the more it felt good. Maybe that made her a masochist. But as she tasted the sweet pain of Hal's prick being dragged torturously out of her asshole, Ann couldn't have cared less.
At last only Hal's prickhead remained caught in his lustful aunt's ass. He felt her belly suck in as she tightened her muscles. It felt like a loop of wire closing just behind the flaring head of his prick. He took a breath of air and drove into her.
In seconds Hal was fucking his aunt's ass as furiously as he'd fucked Janice that afternoon. As furiously as he'd fucked Ann's face not half an hour before. Ann's fingers unlocked from each other and dug deep into his back. The sharp nails almost broke the skin, but Hal was beyond caring.
The boy had never known such exquisite pressure on his young cock. Each powerful stroke of fucking took all his strength. But he was rewarded incredibly for his effort. Even with the coating of cunt juice his cock was sanded mercilessly by the dryness of Ann's rectum. He felt sure the skin was being rubbed off his prick. Or that it was being charred to a cinder by the blast-furnace heat of his aunt's asshole. But he didn't care! It felt so good it didn't matter.
Beneath him, Ann tossed and thrashed in a delirium of delight. This was what she loved. To have her ass crammed full of cockmeat! She could feel another climax building in her nephew. She knew he'd never fucked ass before, knew what her tight shitter was doing to him. In seconds he'd spray another full load of cum into her.
And Ann was ready! Hal kissed her neck feverishly as she tossed her head and cried out.
"Fuck me, Hal! Fuck my butt good. Oh, it's huge! It's so biiiiiig! It's too big! It hurts! Oh, you're tearing me apart. You're tearing me apart!"
Her voice rose to an incoherent scream. Hal buried his face in the pillow under her head. "Eeeeyyyaaahhhh!" his aunt howled. "God! I'm Coming!"
Ann's furious orgasm clamped her ass around the bar of his prick a million times harder than before. He fucked into her with one mighty stroke and then lay that way, shuddering uncontrollably, while his cock fountained jism up the woman's ass.
Two minds blanked out. Two bodies fused together in a forbidden union. Hal and Ann came, and came together.
Across the street, in a second-story window of an abandoned house, a photographer operated his power zoom. It was part of his modern camera equipment. It enabled him to get right up in there, as though the camera were only inches away from where the youth's thick cock disappeared in his aunt's asshole.
The photographer snapped a picture. Good. Then as he watched, white liquid bubbled up around the buried cockshaft. With the woman's legs practically around the kid's neck, the camera could get right between them and record just exactly how Hal's cum was overflowing Ann's asshole.
Jizz surged out. It dribbled down Ann's ass-cheek onto the sheets as the unseen watcher across the street snapped his shutter.
He had some damn good pictures, he was thinking. And he knew just what to do with them.
CHAPTER FOUR
What a pity, Ann thought, that Hal has to work all afternoon. There was a new spring in her stride as she strolled up the walk to the front door of her sister's house. Her lovely face was aglow. Her whole being was suffused with almost forgotten sensations of warmness and completion. Even the people at school had noticed. The principal himself, a shriveled prune of a man named Duckworth, had commented that she looked quite cheerful.
She would never know what the sight of her lovely molded asscheeks twitching under the fabric of her brief skirt as she walked out past the bronze statue of the high school's namesake had got the old fart so turned on that he went straight to his office, told his secretary not to disturb him, and spent half an hour jerking off. It was the first hard-on he'd had in three years, and he intended to get the most out of it.
Feelings of lust were stirring in Ann's pussy by the time she got home. Delicious anticipation made her nipples swell beneath her flimsy blouse. She was looking forward to something, and it wasn't a session with her vibrator. She didn't need that any more.
She had something so much better. A real, live, throbbing cock!
When Ann stepped inside the house, she found she wasn't alone. The man who stood looking at Ann from the doorway to the kitchen was big, burly, and familiar to her. The shock of seeing him standing there numbed her mind, so that it was several seconds before she found his name.
"B-burt," she stammered, "Burt Coulson. What are you doing here?"
Burt just stood looking at her. Slowly he smiled.
He'd been one of her husband's partners in the air charter service. He'd also been one of those who had bought out her share after Roger's death. He was a powerful and bear-like man, not unattractive, but a bit flabby around the gut.
There was nothing attractive about the way his little brown eyes were roving up and down the long lean body of his ex-partner's widow, though.
Ann saw she was being undressed in the man's mind, and anger flared up to replace her momentary confusion. "You get out of this house!" she commanded. "Get the hell out before I call the police."
"You're not going to call any police," Burt drawled, uncrossing and recrossing his arms. He wore a short-sleeved, open-necked pullover, dark blue, that left his muscular forearms bare. The muscles rippled under his tan hide and black hair.
Speechless with rage, Ann whirled towards the phone, sitting on a table by the divan. She had no sooner started for it than a heavy hand grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. She turned with her mouth open to protest.
The words were cut off by a heavy slap across the face. Ann sprawled on the floor, her head swimming. She stared up at the man. Her green eyes were wide with anger. There was fear in them as well.
"You'll regret that, mister," she said. "Breaking and entering, and assault, are pretty serious. They-"
Roughly, Burt grasped her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. "That's nothing," he said.
"They're even more uptight about rape, aren't they."
Before Ann could say anything he crushed his mouth to hers. She twisted her head violently. Fingernails clawed at his eyes, cut into his cheek. They drew a bright droplet of blood, stark against his suntan.
With a bellow Burt shoved the woman away from him. One hand was wrapped in the cloth of her blouse, though, and the flimsy material ripped apart. Ann staggered across the room and blundered into a wall. She stood there, half-leaning, eyes filled with hate as she glared at Burt.
Burt wasn't watching her face. His lustful eyes were glued to her ripe tits rising and falling to her labored breathing. The snowy mounds were barely restrained by a lacy white bra. Dark patches of nipple showed through on either cup.
"Fine boobs," Burt said. "Real fine."
"Oh!" gasped Ann. "How dare you!"
"I dare plenty more, baby," Burt said, approaching her.
Ann came away from the wall with a lunge, trying to dart past her antagonist. It was no good. A hairy arm shot out and snagged her, drawing her against the broad chest.
Thick fingers unsnapped her bra. Panting with lust, Burt tore the bra off the wildly struggling woman's shoulders. Her glorious melon-like boobs bobbled free.
"Really fine," Burt said, licking his lips. He took one of Ann's heavy tits in one huge hand, rolling the soft flesh around and around. The tip of the nipple burned into his palm.
Ann squeaked and fought, twisting and turning to escape. It did her no good. One brawny arm circled her slim shoulders, trapping her. The other hand played brutally with her tit, squeezing and tweaking the delicate flesh.
"D-don't," begged Ann. "That hurts. Stop. Please-stop."
The intruder laughed coarsely. "Changed your tune, haven't you, baby? It's gonna hurt a lot more before I'm finished. But you'll get to like it. You'll get so you just don't want old Burt to ever stop."
Small fists hammered futilely against Burt's slab-like sides. He laughed even harder and put his hand up her skirt. With one mighty wrench he ripped the panties off Ann's loins.
Burt brought the colorful rag of cloth up to his nose and sniffed at it. "Cunt juice," he declared. "You getting all turned on at the thought of me having a go at you? Or you have someone else in mind-auntie."
The implications of his words missed Ann completely. All she could think of was trying to free herself, go for help or get to the phone. It was no use. She was helpless as a child against Burt's bulk and power.
The thick-fingered hand pawed back under Ann's short skirt. A broad forefinger poked apart the lips of her cunt. It went into her pussy to the first knuckle and stirred around. In spite of herself, Ann moaned. She bit her lip.
Burt could feel the heat starting in the elastic cunt walls surrounding his finger. He could sense the slightest hint of moistness beginning to flow. He kept the finger rotating in the woman's pussy, harder and harder, watching her face the whole time.
The man's harsh attentions were beginning to excite Ann. She had to bite her lips harder to keep from showing it. She dropped her eyes.
Burt put his thumb to the swollen button of Ann's clit and pushed hard. Ann gasped and rolled her hips.
"You like that, huh? Feels good," Burt rasped.
He began to press harder. And harder. His thumb was crushing the woman's sensitive clit, gouging it. It quit feeling so good. It was starting to hurt.
The finger went all the way into Ann's pussy. She moaned and shook her head in mingled pleasure and pain. She tried again to pull away. Burt's hand clamped on her shoulder till his knuckles stood out white. He laughed again.
Finally he let up the relentless pressure on Ann's clit, but what he did was still worse. He took the tender pinkness of her inner cunt-lips between his fingers and pinched, hard. He began to twist and pull at them.
Ann screamed. She put her hands to the broad chest and shoved with all her might. Burt roared with laughter and twisted her pussy lips even more cruelly.
In spite of the pain, the juices of Ann's lusting cunt were starting to flow freely. The pungent oily liquid flooded out, soaking the tormenting fingers.
Burt lifted his hand and smelled his dripping fingers. "Smells good," he commented. "Nice and clean. You're prime quality cunt, baby. You're gonna be just what we're looking for."
This time Ann didn't miss Burt's words, but she didn't understand what he was talking about.
All Ann understood was her husband's former partner intended to rape her, and wasn't going to be gentle about it!
Burt locked his hands behind Ann's asscheeks and pulled her against him. She could feel the throbbing bulge of his cock, begging to be set free of his slacks. Christ, he was big! He must have a cock like a stallion.
He gave Ann a big slow grin and started kneading her buttocks. "I think you've had about enough of this foreplay," he told her. "It's about time for us to fuck."
Folding one hand around a slim wrist, Burt lumbered off toward the kitchen with Ann stumbling behind. She was too stunned and 'demoralized to resist. And what good would it have done? She was helpless. She knew it.
Ann's sandals had been lost sometime in the fracas, and the tile of the kitchen floor was cool under her bare feet. Burt spun her around and sat her down on the Formica surface of the kitchen table. Her skirt rode up her hips and the Formica was cool, too, on her splayed asscheeks.
The intruder had apparently surveyed the Johnson house before Ann arrived. He had some things set out on the counter he must have turned up in a search of the drawers in the kitchen. The object he picked up now was a roll of black plastic electrician's tape.
Roughly, Burt pulled Ann's arms in front of her and pinned both her wrists together in one great paw. With the other hand he wrapped several turns of the tape around her wrists, fastening them securely. He picked up a pair of scissors, snipped through the tape and smoothed down the tag end. Then he stepped back and admired his handiwork.
"So far so good," he said. It seemed as if the evil grin had never left his face. Ann gazed up at him, her eyes pleading.
The big man pulled the detachable cord off an electric knife hanging beside a cabinet. He knotted one end around the woman's trapped wrists. Then he put a hand against her bare tits and pushed her onto her back. Her skin flinched away from the cold Formica.
Easily, Burt pulled Ann's arms above her head. He tied the free end of the cord around one of the table legs. Then he straightened up again. He had a hand on the woman's belly to keep her from squirming off the table.
"Okay," he said. "Now let's get a look at that snatch of yours!"
He pulled her skirt off without tearing it. He slid it off her hips and over her ass with one quick motion, then whipped it off her long slender legs. Ann crossed her legs and drew her knees up.
"Hey, that's rich, lady," Burt laughed appreciatively. "Even makes it easier for me."
He put a hand on her bent knee to keep the cord taut between her wrists and the table leg while he reached over to the counter. He had very long arms. In a moment he had what he was looking for, and held it up for her to see.
It was a spatula with a plastic handle. The handle was about as thick in the middle as one of Burt's fingers, tapering slightly at both ends.
"Get a good look at it," Burt told Ann, still keeping a firm grip on her knee. When he was sure she had done so, he went on, "I understand you like to feel things sticking up that pretty little ass of yours. And I want to make sure you really enjoy yourself!"
Ann started to fight again, more frantically than before. She kicked her long legs into the air, which was a mistake. He immediately wrapped his arms around them, holding them up in a bent position.
Burt's target was easily accessible to him. He stuck the plastic handle of the spatula into Ann's cunt first, fucking her with it for a few strokes to get it nice and oily. It made a lewd slurping noise as he pumped the pussy with it.
Ann was gritting her teeth and straining at her bonds. They held fast. It wasn't as if feeling cold plastic up her cunt was new and different for her-she'd used the dildo too often for that in itself to bother her. But the way it was all happening, and what would happen next, made her skin cold and her stomach turn.
When the handle of the spatula was wet enough, Burt pulled it from the seething cunt with a plop and started prodding at Ann's clenched butt-hole. She clamped her ass as tightly as she could.
Burt set the plastic handle against her tightened crack and wedged it between them. It slid in till it rested against the fisted muscle closing her asshole. Burt set his teeth and bore down.
Muscles stood out on his arm as he fought the resistance of the young widow's asshole. Sweat started on his forehead.
Slowly, the hard plastic forced into Ann's butt-hole. Inch by torturing inch it slid in, feeling like fire and ground glass inside the tiny ass channel.
Ann put back her head and screamed, "Oh, God!"
Satisfied, Burt let go of the spatula. All six inches of the plastic handle were inserted in the woman's rump. The steel rod and broad blade of the spatula stuck out from between the round buttocks. He stood for a minute to admire his handiwork.
Ann flopped from side to side, moaned and sobbed with pain, rage, humiliation. The spatula handle that impaled her was thinner than her vibrator, but felt a million times thicker. Having it forced up her unwilling ass made all the difference.
In a matter of seconds Burt stripped pants and undershorts off. With her knees drawn up and kept that way by the kitchen utensil in her ass, Ann couldn't see the truly magnificent length of rampant cock that leaped free of his trousers. It was big and hard, and bulging veins snaked their way up and down it.
The first Ann knew about Burt's cock was when the big fat purple head poked against the slit of her cunt. The tip parted her tender cunt lips. Burt put a hand on one knee and rocked the woman onto her right side. Then he plunged full length into her pussy.
With her cunt full of slick oils, and no time to tense up, Ann had the whole giant prick in her before she could react. And when she did, it was with enough blinding pleasure to shut her mind to the pain and humiliation she was undergoing. Burt's cock was huge! It filled her cunt and thrilled her clit with throbbing sexual energy, and took her breath away in a rush.
Furiously, Burt fucked in and out of Ann's cunt. Frothing cunt juice flew to his rhythmic assault. Ann's cunt was tight and hot and wet like a sock filled with vaseline. And she was clenching her belly muscles to suck every last bit of pleasure from the invading cock.
Burt's abuse and torment of his beautiful captive had got him so turned on that he could hardly stand up. A gigantic load of cum simmered in his hairy balls, just waiting to be blasted free into the woman's yearning, slithering cunt. It would come soon, in a gushing, foaming white torrent of jism. It would fill Ann's gaping pussy and spill out onto the table top.
But Burt had other plans!
After no more than two dozen furious strokes of his cock he pulled the glistening prick out with a slurp. The pinioned woman writhed and moaned from disappointment, not pain.
"Why are you-" she started, her voice thick with passion. "Wha-"
Suddenly hairy thighs were straddling her, the slick length of cock staring Ann right in the face. A big clear drop of pre-seminal fluid welled out of the little hole at the tip of Burt's prick. "Those tits of yours look real nice, baby," the man rasped. "Just good enough to fuck!"
Calloused hands cupped the plentiful mounds of Ann's boobs. Her nipples were swollen and hot. Burt tweaked them with his thumbs, then squashed the jugs together. Ann did not know what he had in mind, but after the gigantic prick had plowed into her cunt, she was eager to find out!
She didn't have long to wait. When Burt had her tits tightly pressed together he lowered his ass onto her trim belly and drove forward with his hips. The inflated fiery head of his prick arrowed between the trapped jugs as he fucked his cock into the tunnel of flesh they formed.
The heat and friction seared Ann's tits. She tossed her head. "Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yeeeees! Fuck my tits! Fuck my titties with your big, fat, juicy cock!"
Burt did his best to obey. By turning his hips this way and that, and by rolling the pliant masses of titflesh, he could produce a million new and delightful sensations in his thrusting prick. His big hands feverishly kneaded and molded the tits as he fucked them as avidly as he'd ever fucked a cunt. His prick seemed to be getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger, till it threatened to explode.
"Oh, God, oh, God!" Ann murmured. She was rolling from side to side, oblivious of the humiliation she'd undergone. The binding of her wrists didn't bother her as she shrugged and rolled her shoulders to tease and thrill her tits against the throbbing bar of cock thrust between them. The spatula up her ass was adding to her pleasure now as she waved her long legs in the air. Cunt honey gushed from her slit, flowing down over her butt and around the trapped handle of the spatula, making a puddle on the hard tabletop.
"That's right, that's right, oh, that's so right," she sighed. "Oh, fuck my tits. Oh, your cock is so big! It's huge, it's hot. Oh, my tits are burning! They're on fire for your cock! My whole body is on fire! Fuck me! I'm coming!"
Her cries of ecstasy were cut off even as she arched her back in the throes of her orgasm. Blinding lights went off in her brain as the thick plug of Burt's cock suddenly rammed into her wide-open mouth. Her tits were still around the base of his prick, flattened against his crotch. But now one hand was behind her head, pulling it forward onto his cock.
Ann's hammering orgasm died away suddenly as she tried to spit the prick out. It gave one mighty throb and shot off.
Searing, salty jizz shot into her mouth. It bounced off her tonsils and splashed into her nasal passage, making her choke and gag. "Mmmmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnngggggghhhh!" she cried, twisting her head.
Burt's grip was like iron as he blew his wad. The smell of Ann's hot pussy was heavy in his nostrils as he came. The climax was like a jack hammer in his belly.
Ann's unwilling lips were wrapped around the head of Burt's cock. As the mighty contractions jetted his jizz into her face, the gooey whiteness began to seep out around the girth of the cockhead. The taste was rank and nauseating to the abruptly turned-off woman. But she had no choice but to swallow it.
Burt's cock fountained every last drop of his cum into Ann's open mouth, and kept pulsing for a full ten seconds even when the last drop was gone. It had been a hell of a come.
With a gratified sigh Burt released Ann's head. She dropped it back, gagging and spitting. A froth of cum was smeared around her mouth and down her chin like shaving cream.
The sound of sobbing was the only noise as Burt dressed. Ann was huddled into a ball with her knees up almost to her pointed chin. The spatula sticking out of her ass jiggled to the rhythm of her crying.
Ann felt the handle of the implement jostled, and then it was drawn out with an agonizing pang. She shuddered. "Don't want your nephew to come home and find you this way, do we?" Burt said. He untied the cord from Ann's wrists and sat her up. "You've got to get cleaned up."
The woman kept her head averted as he slit the tape, freeing her hands. "At least be shaped up by tomorrow. You're coming over to visit me and some of my friends tomorrow, and you've got to look your best."
Ann stared up at him out of the tangled mass of her brown hair. "You're insane, you bastard," she snarled. "I'm calling the police!"
"I don't think so," Burt said. He reached back to the counter. "You won't say a word to anybody, and you will come to where I tell you."
Ann sat with her knees crossed, her arms folded over her tits. She tried to ignore the pain in her ass. "You're crazy," she said in a low voice. "You won't get away with this. And I won't do anything you say."
"Oh, I will and you will," Burt said with a smile, "unless you want some people to get a look at some of these. Say, your principal. Or maybe your sister and her nice husband, who are letting you stay in their house with their innocent son."
Burt held a manila envelope. He opened it and slid out a stack of glossy photographs. He put them on the table beside Ann's naked flank.
The woman glanced down at them. Her eyes widened and her throat constricted around a rising scream of panic.
The photographs were of her and Hal the night before. They showed everything that went on in detail.
"Sodomy . . . seduction of minors . . . incest," Burt murmured. "All sorts of interesting things. And all sorts of people might be interested in these snapshots, don't you think?"
He paused to let it sink in. "It's a wonder what you can do with infrared photography and telephoto lenses. How do you like the resolution in those pictures? You can see his tongue snaking up into your cunt in this one-and that look on your face, whoo, boy!"
With numb fingers Ann leafed through the stack of pictures. Then she let her hand drop to her side. Burt held up a card with writing on it.
"Here's the name of the motel and the room number. You get off at two tomorrow. Be there by two-thirty. Understand?"
Silently, Ann nodded. She sat without stirring as Burt walked out of the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
THUNDERBIRD MOTEL, read the sign. Ann glanced nervously at her watch. Almost two-thirty. She was going to be on time.
On time for what? she wondered, as she pulled her little red Datsun into the parking lot. She thought she knew, and the knowledge made her stomach tie itself into a knot of fear.
Abuse. Degradation. Rape. That's what Ann Forester was keeping her appointment with.
And there was not one thing in the whole world she could do about it.
Burt Coulson had those pictures. Those graphically, intimately detailed photographs of her fucking her own nephew. If they ever got out, it would be the end for Ann. Her career would be ruined. More than that, her relationship with her sister and her husband would be destroyed.
She wouldn't have a job or a roof over her head.
One thing Ann wasn't worried about, though. She knew Burt and his friends wouldn't do her any physical harm.
No. Ann had a feeling they had plans for her. Plans that would call for the lithe, long-limbed young widow to be in perfect physical condition.
Ann shuddered. Room 155. Around toward the back. There were only a few cars parked along the front of the row of motel rooms. There was an open space right in front of 155. How considerate, Ann thought bitterly.
Next to her as she pulled into the parking place was a car she recognized as belonging to Burt. A Mercedes, one of the long, low, sporty ones, of a dark green color. Ann wondered why she hadn't seen it the day before. Burt had probably parked a few blocks away and walked to the Johnson's house.
A lot of planning had gone into snaring her, Ann realized.
There was no delaying it any longer. She got out of the car, self-consciously pulling the hem of her blouse down over her slacks. Then she turned, set her prim jaw, and marched to the door of Room 155.
The door opened to her knock. Burt stood there. When he recognized her he glanced at his watch and grinned his big slow grin.
"Well, you are right on time," he said. "Come on in and meet the boys."
The "boys" were two other men around Burt's age. One of them was a tall, lanky, weasel-faced individual named Bob Varman, who was the business manager of the air service her husband had once owned. The other man was Jack Western, a compact man with a thin moustache and pale eyes. He was a pilot with the company. Ann knew both of them. She also knew that Western had a shady reputation that her husband had laughed off when hiring him.
"I don't give a damn about his past," Roger had said. "All that matters to me is that he can fly, and damned well."
Right now, Ann wished Roger had been more concerned.
With a sinking feeling, Ann noticed that all three men were wearing robes, the kind someone wore out to the pool. Burt and Jack had wet hair and had probably been for a dip in the spring sunshine. But Ann had no illusions about why the men were dressed that way.
It made it easier for them to undress and try her out.
Her suspicions were confirmed almost immediately. Closing the door behind him, carefully locking it and securing the chain as he did so, Burt said, "Since I tried her on yesterday, I'll give you guys first crack at her. I'll take pictures."
The burly man walked over to a table and picked up an expensive-looking Nikon camera. It had a slave flash attachment. "Okay," he told Ann. "Take off your clothes."
Ann stood without moving. Burt set the camera down and sat on the corner of the table. "Now look," he said reasonably, lighting a cigarette he took from a pack in the pocket of his robe, "you know you don't have any choice in this deal. If you're a good girl we'll cut you in on some of the take. But you have to do like we say, or we start sending copies of those photos to people."
"What do you want?"
"That's better," nodded Burt. "Bob and Jack are going to try you out-we don't like to merchandise an item unless we've tried it out personally."
"You-you're running a call girl operation?"
Burt nodded. "Since after your old man bought it in that accident, we've branched out. It's a profitable racket. Our clients are willing to pay for their kicks, and we give them the best for their money." He took a long drag on his cigarette. The tip glowed ominously in the gloom. "That's why the camera. We like to be able to show what our girls look like, and what they can do. Also, of course, they'll be added insurance against your getting any cute ideas. Now strip!"
Ann obeyed. Her long brown hair was done up in a bun at the back of her neck. She pulled out the bobby pins and shook it free, cascading down over her shoulders. Then she reached down and pulled the tight blouse off over her head.
For a moment she stood with the blouse over her arms, covering her ample tits. The men were watching her attentively. It made her skin crawl. There had been so many times she had made a production of undressing for Roger, turning it into a long, sensuous striptease until his cock was ragingly hard and he took her so violently that she wept with pleasure.
Now she just wanted to die.
Ann discarded the blouse and reached hesitantly behind herself. Burt was still sitting and smoking on the corner of the table. The other two were in chairs, and both leaned forward now. She gulped, and undid her bra.
The cups fell away to expose the globes of pure white flesh. The icy breeze from the air conditioner goose-pimpled the titflesh and made her ripe nipples harden. The little cherries stood up invitingly in the middle of the silver-dollar-sized brown patches.
"Nice," Varman muttered.
"Those are damn big tits," agreed Jack, licking his lips. "But, oh, so firm." There was a noticeable bulge at the crotch of his robe.
The heavy, shapely jugs swung gracefully as Ann slid her slacks down her long, slender legs. Then she threw back her head defiantly and stripped off the panties.
The men's eyes widened at the treasures exposed to their lusting gaze. The mound of Ann's cunt was rich and full, forested with a crinkly mat of chestnut hair. The pink lips of her pussy peeked deliciously through her bush.
Behind her, Burt smiled around his cigarette as his eyes devoured the spectacle of Ann's bare ass. The way the firm, ripely-rounded half moons worked together as she lifted first one foot and then the other to step out of the undergarment was enough to make a man want to lay down and die. His cock sprang to attention, rock-hard and demanding beneath his robe. Ignoring its greedy hunger, he put the cigarette down in an ashtray and picked up the Nikon.
Varman had gotten up from his chair and now stood before Ann. She was rigid, arms at her side, looking like an impossibly lovely statue. Varman opened his belt and shrugged off his robe. When it hit the floor, he kicked it aside.
It was no surprise to Ann that the skinny accountant was naked beneath. It was still less of a surprise that he had a hard-on. His cock was long and skinny. Under other circumstances Ann would have appreciated its seven inches or so of throbbing meat. Not now.
A spider-like hand cupped a plentiful boob. Splaying fingers caught a nipple between them, squeezed it gently. Despite herself, Ann felt pleasure well out from her tit and stirring in the dank recesses of her pussy.
Bob's other hand closed over her cunt-mound. The hair was rough and crisp under his palm. He massaged Ann's pliant flesh at boob and crotch. Pearly teeth made half-moons as she bit her lip. It did feel good.
The slender cock burned like a torch in the space between their bodies. Ann could feel its heat. Blue light flared as Burt snapped his first picture.
A finger slid with delicious slowness into Ann's pussy. It went in all the way as Bob continued to knead the mound of her cunt. Then he pulled it out again. It was dripping wet with cunt juice.
"Mmmmm, not bad," Bob said. She sure gets hot fast." Without ceremony he lay down on his back, his prick standing up from his groin.
"There it is, lady, he said. "Just take a seat."
Ann's breath caught in her throat. There was no choice. She straddled his lean belly, dropped to her knees.
The conical head of the rampant cock poked into the forest at Ann's crotch. Bob put his hands behind his neck and grinned at her. The old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses made his eyes look twice as big as normal.
Ann wriggled her hips until she felt the warmth and hardness of the cockhead at the portal of her cunt. She reached down and held the pussy lips apart while the other hand grasped Bob's prick to guide it. She could feel his heartbeat throbbing in a vein in his cock.
The camera flashed several times as the gloriously padded asscheeks slid down the straining length of cock. It took a long time, and by the time Ann's cunt mouth splayed to brush the furry base of Bob's cock Ann was rolling her ass in honest pleasure. Her tits jiggled as she ran her fingers through her long, long hair and tossed her head.
Those big pale hands took hold of Ann's sides and drew her down. Ann was grateful the accountant didn't try to kiss her. She buried her face in his neck. Just enjoy it, girl, she told herself. There's no getting out of it, and it feels good. So let it.
With her forearms resting on the thin carpet to either side of Bob's torso, Ann began to fuck herself on his prick. It was a nice, long cock, and when she lowered her ass to take it all in it seemed to go on and on forever. Bob's hands held her butt now, pulling her down harder and harder as he pushed up with his hips.
In a matter of seconds Ann was fucking in earnest, not paying attention to the constant flashing of the camera. Since she had decided to shut her mind to her situation and concentrate on pleasure, all that existed for Ann was Bob's cock and her oily, slithering cunt sucking it into her with nasty wet noises. Her nipples were hard as marbles now, burning into the sparse hair on Bob's chest. The hair grated deliciously on the nipples.
"That's good," Bob murmured, nibbling at her ear. "Your cunt is hot and wet and tight. I like 'em that way!"
"Your cock feels so good in me! Stick it up my pussy! It's long and hard-shove it up my dripping cunt!"
The months without a man were still telling on Ann. It may have been rape, but it was fucking, and she'd been without that for too long!
Cunt juice splashed as they fucked. The fragrant fluid splattered over Bob's hips, thighs, and belly, and turned his crotch and Ann's into a dripping furrow of churning sexuality.
Neither one noticed Jack, naked, walk up and kneel down behind Ann with his legs wide apart to straddle Bob's thighs and Ann's calves. Burt did, though, and the camera took it all in. He moved to the side, down on one knee for a better shot of the action. His own hard prick, throbbed painfully, but he ignored it.
"Fuck me, big Bob," Ann was pleading. "Let me have every inch of your cock! I'm so wet, I'm so hungry. My pussy is so hungry. Fuck my needy pussy!"
"You said it!" gasped Bob. the carpet was rasping his ass as he corkscrewed his cock in and out of that grasping cunt, but he couldn't have cared less. His ex-boss's widow was giving him the riding of his life!
In position, Jack took hold of his cock with one hand. He aimed it carefully. Ann's ass was churning madly and pumping frantically up and down as she fucked herself into a frenzy. He had to time it right.
Working his camera, Burt grinned to himself.
"Fuck me! Harder, harder! Fuck me, fuck me, oh, Jesus!" The last was a wail of sheer agony forced out of Ann's lungs by six inches of iron-hard cock being rammed to the hilt in her unlubricated asshole. Jack's strong hands clasped her waist as Ann threw back her head to shriek with agony.
"No! Nooooo! It hurts, it hurts! It's tearing me apart! Stoooopppppp!"
"SHHHHITTTTT!" yelled Bob. His hips bucked his ass six inches off the carpet, lifting Ann and pulling several inches of Jack's prick out of her unwilling ass.
"CHRIST! I'M COOOMMMINNNGGG!" Bob roared. The sudden contraction of Ann's belly muscles as Jack fucked his prick into Ann's butt, plus the odd slithering feeling on his cunt-wrapped cock as Jack's prick invaded the woman's asshole, was too much for him to take. His prick gave three sudden spurts of jizz to Ann's still-clenched cunt before his ass fell back to the carpet.
Thin arms locked around Ann's shoulders as Bob fucked her with all the violence of an unbelievable orgasm. She could feel his cum searing the walls of her pussy like acid. But it was nothing like the searing from Jack's dry cock corn-holing her butt!
Trapped, the woman thrashed like a netted eel. Her squirming and thrashings threatened to wrench Bob's spasming cock inside her cunt. The thin, dark-haired man's eyes were closed as he moaned and shot his load in spurt after spurt.
Meanwhile, Jack was plugged into the wildest hole he'd ever had his cock in. Ann jumped around as though she were being electrocuted. He didn't even try to pump her. Her wild hip action was doing it all for him.
"God it hurts!" Ann screamed. "Get it out! Get your cock out of my ass, please, please. B-Bob, you're coming! You're spurting cum up my pussy! But it hurts, it hurts-oh, it feels good! Fuck me, fuck me up the cunt! I want to come!"
The pleasure and pain were twisting Ann's body and mind. The still-fountaining cock in her twat was heaven, the one up her butt was sheer hell.
The result was the most overwhelming climax the woman had ever experienced.
It rolled up her spine and blew out the top of her head like a runaway locomotive. Just as Bob thought he didn't have a single drop more of come to contribute to the torrent washing out of the flooded, rank cunt, a steel vise tightened around his trapped prick and set off a brand new series of explosions. His eyes were shut and skyrockets went off in his brain.
Jesus, I don't even believe this! thought Burt. What a show! What a set of pictures!
Jack's knuckles were white as he fought to keep his grip on the woman's writhing body. Sweat stood out on the tanned back and pale buttocks alike.
The small, sturdy man felt as if he'd stuck his cock into a garbage disposal. Ann's wild exertions ground the dry-hot channel of her asshole torturously around his cock. He felt sure it was being ground and burned into a nubbin. But he couldn't have cared less! He was loving every second of it.
"I'm commmiiinnnggg!" moaned Ann. "I hurt, but I hurt so good-oh, God, oh, Roger-oh, FUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEE!"
Ann's voice rose to a scream of ecstasy. Her asshole on fire and her cunt exploding, she was overwhelmed by the volcanic force of her orgasm. Her slender fingers clawed the carpet as she surrendered totally to the fucking of her ass and pussy!
At last, exhausted, Bob let his butt drop back to the floor. Though his utterly spent prong was deflating rapidly, Ann still screwed herself on it, her butt rolling around and around Jack's cock impaling her from behind. She was whimpering incoherently now, making small wanton sounds of passion.
An iron hand closed in Jack's guts. His imprisoned cock gave one big throb and spat jism into Ann's still-moving butt.
"Oh, Christ!" Jack gritted. He was helpless to move. He wanted to start fucking that lively round ass for all he was worth, but it was as if he were stuck in a trap. Or a milking machine, as the crushing muscles in Ann's butt sucked spurt after creamy spurt from his prick.
He could feel cum spraying out in torrents from the head of his cock. Liquid fire ran in the veins of his prick. This was incredible! It was as if his orgasm were paralyzing, him.
With the Nikon photographing his every move, Jack put his palms against the rounded globes of Ann's ass and pushed. He literally had to strain, gritting his teeth as he pulled out. And still his prick came shooting his creamy jism into Ann's butt!
Finally Jack's cock came free with a loud pop. Ann cried out, whether with pain or disappointment or both, no one in the room could have told. Jack thrust his hips forward. The underside of his rigid prick slid along the crack of Arm's ass. It throbbed, once, twice, three times. White gobbets spit from the tip and splattered the upturned buttocks, white on white.
"Fantastic!" enthused Burt. "Incredible. Just fucking incredible. We'll have customers around the block once we start showing them these pictures!" For good measure he snapped another couple of pictures of Jack's dropping cock and Ann's come-splashed ass, then he set the camera down. His own robe fell to the floor.
"One of you guys take over the camera," he said breathlessly. "It's my turn for some fun. And boy, am I ready!"
Jack stood up unsteadily and stepped back. Ann rolled off Bob's limp form and looked up at Burt. He loomed over her, his giant cock jutting proudly from under his pot belly.
The afterglow of her wonderful climax ebbed from the young widow. She had to take in that huge cock. She had to make it spray its white load into her body.
She had to do it again and again. Not just for Burt and his partners. For anyone they told her to. And there was no way to refuse, no way to escape.
Was this going to be the rest of her life?
CHAPTER SIX
Dizzily the ground fell away. The little twin-engine plane roared away from the strip, banking into a long turn. At the controls was a smug, mustached Jack Western. As they left the airport he turned and gave Ann a lewd wink.
Uneasily, Ann eyed her fellow passenger. Her first trick. Her stomach felt hollow and bottomless.
He was a sad-eyed little man with a frail body, looking uncomfortable in casual slacks and sport shirt with a pullover sweater. He had been introduced to Ann as Fred, with no mention made of what he did. That was only to be expected.
Besides, Ann was sure she didn't want to know. The less she knew about him, or any of the clients she was going to be expected to service, the more she could pretend they were not real.
As the plane soared away into the Saturday morning sky, Fred unbuckled himself from the rear passenger seat and crawled back. The plane was designed to carry six people plus baggage, but the rear two seats had been removed. The space they had occupied, plus the carrying space, was now filled by a mattress.
Hesitantly, Ann unbuckled her seat belt and clambered back onto the mattress. Fred was sitting with his back against the fuselage. Ann sat down on the pillow and crossed her legs.
Her long hair was hanging free, with a red scarf tied around to protect it from the wind. Otherwise she was wearing sandals, a pale blue blouse, brief yellow shorts. Dress sexy, she had been told. Make it easy to get off you if the mark wants to do it.
Ann felt Fred's big sad eyes boring into her. That morning she had made herself up as carefully as she ever had with Roger, accented her wide lips and big green eyes. Beneath her blouse no bra restrained her full ripe boobs. Fred's eyes traveled down and seemed to lock onto the barely perceptible bulges of her nipples.
With Fred staring at her tits, Ann felt her nipples begin to harden.
"We'll be over these mountains in about a minute," the pilot said, glancing back from his -controls. His eyes caught Ann's for a moment, then flicked back ahead.
Once past the mountains, they would be beneath the horizon of the airport control tower radar. Also, the land below was mostly foothills and unsettled desert, and it was unlikely anybody would be down there to report that a light plane was doing all kinds of crazy aerobatics. Burt and his friends did not want the FAA asking any questions.
The customer was still sitting with his knees up in front of him. He was still watching Ann. She was going to have to make the first move, she realized.
With a sick feeling she thought of how Jack Western was almost certain to be evaluating her performance. Any hesitation or uncertainty on her part, or anything that made the client uncomfortable, and she knew she would suffer for it.
On hands and knees Ann crawled to Fred's side. "Well," she whispered breathily in his ear, tugging at his sweater, "what are we waiting for? I'm hot and horny and waiting for you!"
Fred's mouth opened in surprise which was hardly greater than Ann's own. It was easier than she thought it would be. She just sort of pretended she was with Roger, and made herself act the way she would have with him. And tried to ignore the pain.
Soft lips brushed the meek little man's mouth. Fervent arms circled his neck. He felt the heavy ripeness of the woman's boobs crushed against his thin chest as her tongue snaked into his mouth.
Fred could hardly breathe. This had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and here she was practically devouring him! Tentatively he slipped his arms around her shoulders and started sucking on her tongue.
Ann moaned and grabbed for his crotch. Well, his prick was hard enough. She wasn't going to have to kill herself to give him a hard-on. She fondled the stiffened cock, feeling his pulse pounding through his fly.
"Okay, folks," Jack Western said from the front seat. "We're there. Anytime you're ready!"
With a well-feigned gasp of passion Ann tore herself away. She threw herself onto her back and started massaging her crotch with both hands. "Ohh, hurry," she cooed. "I don't want to miss any of this!"
It had the effect she wanted. Frantically, Fred tore off his sweater and threw it aside. Ann began unbuttoning her blouse as he started fumbling with his shirt. She undid the buttons with one hand while the other rolled over and over her fertile pussy mound. The pressure on her clit and cunt lips started the sweet juices of lust flowing in her cunt.
In spite of herself, Ann was getting turned on! Fred was no prize, but he wasn't too bad-a little flabby and definitely colorless, but he was clean. And the more she thought about getting fucked in an airplane, the hotter she got!
Luscious tits swung free, the swollen cherries of the nipples standing up stiff and straight. Ann shrugged out of the shirt, coming onto her knees to crush her tits against Fred's bare chest. The sparse brown chest hair rasped deliciously over the aroused nubbins of titflesh.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now," Ann pleaded, hating herself. Slender fingers fumbled open Fred's fly, fished inside his underwear till they closed around his red-hot cock. Ann pulled it out into the open air and began to pump her hand up and down on it. She could feel the cock quiver with excitement.
She was rubbing her tits wantonly over Fred's chest. Her other hand was unfastening her own shorts. Fred groaned with delight and grabbed her tits with both hands. The skin of the boobs was silky and creamy and incredibly thrilling to the touch.
Ann fell onto her back, legs waving in the air. After a brief pause to make sure she had Fred's undivided attention, she slipped shorts and panties off her upturned butt, along her deliciously slender legs, and off over her feet.
"Oh, my God!" breathed Fred.
His watery brown eyes threatened to bulge out of his head as he stared at her tantalizing cunt lips.
Aromatic cunt juices dewed the lips and the curly mat around them.
"Yes, yes!" cried Ann. "It's all wet-my pussy is wet and waiting for you! Oh hurry, get your cock inside me!" To emphasize her words Ann reached down and grasped Fred's throbbing prick.
Gasping, blushing at the lewd and incredibly wicked way this beautiful, beautifully naked woman was talking, Fred pulled pants and shorts off in record time. His cock stuck out of his hairy crotch, waving like a fishing pole. "Lie down by me," Ann urged. "I'll get on top-that'll be best. Hurry!"
Fred obeyed. He didn't know Ann had been briefed to do it this way. Burt figured the customer would get a lot more kicks from the stunt-flying fuck with the woman balling herself on his prick!
The swollen prick was standing straight up, red and brown and covered with crawling blue veins-not bad, Ann thought as she swung a leg to straddle Fred's groin. Her full boobs swung forward and down as Ann leaned forward to support herself on her hands. Peering down between the boobs, Ann positioned the gaping mouth of her cunt over the inflated cockhead. She looked up then, to the front of the plane.
"Okay, Jack," she said, lowering her hips, "let her rip!"
With an unbelievably sensuous touch, the cool, moist lips of Ann's cunt pressed against the burning head of Fred's cock.
Then the light plane suddenly climbed skyward.
Ann shrieked aloud as the G-forces drove her cunt down onto the straining cock. In an instant the prick was buried balls-deep in her pulsing, oily twat. And still the invisible force pushed her down onto the impaling dick!
Crisp hairs scraped the tender, wide-open lips of Ann's pussy. Fred's thin arms were locked around her shoulders. He was nibbling on her ear. Her lovely face was pressed into the pillow. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she panted with passion!
"It's so good!" Ann cried. "Your cock is so good in my cunt!" Fred only breathed harder and chewed on her ear.
The woman's pussy was sooooo tight, and dripping with love juice! It fit the turgid bar of his cock like a glove. Her tits were squashed flat by gravity against Fred's chest, the pebble-hard nipples burning holes right through him. This was no regular paid fuck! This woman was hot to trot and loving it!
And Ann was. Fred's cock felt like a spear stabbing into her cunt, and with the plane climbing, it seemed it wouldn't stop!
To the couple fucking it seemed like eternity that they lay, not moving themselves, their bodies being driven irresistibly. In reality it was but a few seconds before Jack figured he'd gone as high as he could without running into an air lane or getting onto somebody's radar.
The stocky pilot could hear the two grunting like rutting pigs back there. And he could smell the fuck-rich aroma of Ann's drooling pussy. Time for a change. Time to show why he was now chief pilot for the charter airplane-and woman-service.
He pulled the plane's nose up until it flipped over on its back.
Ann's hair flailed as they looped the loop. Fred's cock churned inside her as centrifugal force crushed her tits into Fred's chest. Her voice raised above the roar of the engine as a wave of climax washed over her.
The man's fingers dug into her back like talons. Ripples of pleasure coursed along his prick as her pussy spasmed with orgasm. The hot sensation stirred him from his frozen immobility, and he began to fuck the long-limbed beauty with wild energy.
Then they were smashed together again as Jack brought the little plane out onto the level. For a long instant the head of Fred's cock was driven clear into Ann's cervix, burning like a bright beacon of ecstasy.
The normal force of gravity took over again. Ann began to pump her hips up and down, tasting the length of cock with her needy cunt. Fred's hands clutched the satin globes of her ass. They filled his hands with warm, pliant flesh.
Squelching sounds came from their crotches. "God, that feels so fine!" Ann called out. She pushed herself up, away from the mattress, until she was sitting upright on the impaling cock.
Fred gazed raptly up at the pale undersides of her big tits. They were damp and sheened with sweat.
Ann rolled and wriggled her hips and shoulders in a maddening counterpoint. The spectacle of the gorgeous bobbling boobs thrilled Fred's eyes even as her cunt churned his cock into a frenzy. Cool fingers stroked his sides.
The woman leaned way back, her hair cascading over Fred's shins as her proud boobs thrust skywards. The muscles of her thighs stood out taut as she fucked herself relentlessly on his prick. Fred strained his neck to see his cock, deliciously appearing and disappearing in the hairy, slimy cavern of Ann's cunt.
Jack eased the plane into a left bank. Ann threw her arms out to catch herself. Sharp pleasure stabbed into her belly. Fred's cock was bending way over and straining to straighten out again. The pressure on the elastic walls of her cunt was wonderful. Fred screwed his eyes shut and pumped her with all his might. His hands now dug into the soft flesh of her hips.
Jack tipped the plane onto the other wing. Ann fell against the other wall, Fred's prick twisting exquisitely inside her. "Oh Jesus!" she screamed. "Your cock is tearing me open!"
Stomach muscles straining, she forced herself into an upright sitting position. Her vision swam with lust as the little plane came back to the level.
She brushed dark hair from her face and looked down at Fred with her green eyes glowing.
"That's so good!" she purred. "I love the way your cock feels inside me-unnnggghhh!"
The exclamation was ripped from her as Fred drove his cock upwards into her belly with a savage thrust. No woman had ever said the things to him this beautiful creature was. And it was turning him on so much he could hardly stand it!
A load of jizz was churning in his balls. He could feel the cum seething in the hairy sac of his scrotum, crying with a million voices to be blasted into this woman's agile cunt! He was so close. He could barely breathe.
What's more, Fred could feel the volcanic passions building to a tremendous explosion in the woman's pussy. And he-meek, mild Fred-was the one who would set her off.
From the grunts and groans Jack could tell that this was it. With the sure touch of the true professional, he threw the Cessna into a series of maneuvers that would have made the Flying Circus gape in envy. From barrel rolls to loops and soaring climbs, the plane crossed the sky like a leaf in a whirlwind.
The violent spinning motion made Fred's cock a whirring eggbeater within the steaming clutching depths of Ann's pussy. Fred felt as if his thrusting prick were surrounded by a million sucking mouths. Every muscle in his rigid body was tying itself into knots in the grip of fantastic pleasure.
Ann fell this way and that, from side to side of the compartment, forward to brush the man's chest teasingly with her nipples. But all the while that cock was pounding away at her cunt, striking sparks of delight from her clit like flint on steel.
The boiling honey of Ann's quim flowed in a torrent from her meat-stuffed gash. Her heart threatened to hammer through her rib cage. She was hot! She was horny! She was dizzy! She was getting fucked, incredibly, wildly fucked in a way she'd never even conceived of!
She was coming!
Ann's second climax was even more overpowering. The sudden contraction of her cunt muscles seemed to crush the life from Fred's deeply-buried cock, and then the prick came to a wild raging life of its own. As the plane went through several maneuvers, Ann's thunderous climax sucked a geyser of gooey white jizz from the tip of the little man's cock.
The greedy grasping cunt drew in the fountaining prick till there was no more to take. And then it still sucked and demanded, as if trying to pull Fred's entire body into its maw.
Each spurt of jism filled Ann's being with delirious colors. She could hear the slurping of her cunt sucking that delightful cock. She could feel her whole body go crazy with climax as she fucked herself to pieces.
"Oh boy!" Fred yelled. "Ohhhhh!"
"I'm cooommmiiinnngg! shrieked Ann. "I'm coming again and again!"
Up front, Jack smiled to himself and steered the airplane for home. Mission accomplished, he told himself.
The customer wasn't going to have any complaints about what Jack new for a certainty was the most memorable fuck of his life. Hell, the riding that leggy slut had given him would be a red-letter day for the most experienced cocksman ever to carve a notch on his bedpost.
A satisfied customer would not mind paying a big sum for a lay like that. He'd be coming back for more if he had to mortgage his house. And the more who tried it, the more who would be willing to shell out for a barnstorming screw in the skies.
And from the way the brown-haired, haughty bitch was breathing in the back like a marathon runner, she'd gotten off on it, too.
That was too bad in a way., Jack wanted her to feel her humiliation every minute of every day. He owned her now, the woman who had never given him a glance before. Him and Burt and Bob. Before she wouldn't have given them the time of day. Things were different now.
But Jack wasn't going to complain. That slut Ann had given Fred his money's worth and more. As long as she kept doing that, the money would keep coming in.
And Jack couldn't ask for more than that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun beat down on the parking lot like a jack hammer. It was one of those odd, unpredictable, Southwestern spring days. The day before had been blustery and spitting rain. Today it was clear and still and the thermometer was climbing towards eighty.
Thoughts of Hal filled Ann's mind as she headed for her car. A quick trip to the drive-in for lunch would do her good. It would get her away from the bustle and clamor of the high school grounds.
Pleasant feelings of lust stirred Ann's crotch under the fabric of her summer dress. Saturday was the last she had heard from her employers and here it was Wednesday. Time enough almost to convince herself Burt and the others were just a bad dream. Time enough to lose herself in the lean, well-muscled body of her nephew.
Ann's first time fucking for money had not been as traumatic as she'd thought it would be-the rape by Burt and the group scene with his friends had taken care of that. And the flying fuck had really been a trip. The novelty of it had not only gotten her off in a big way while she was doing it, but when Hal had gotten back from a day hiking in the mountains with some friends, his aunt had practically tripped him. They'd gotten it on on the living room floor, not six feet from the front door. And they'd fucked again and again that evening in a sweet delirium of ecstasy as Ann worked off the kinky passions built up in her that afternoon.
Every night then had been spent in wild fucking. Hal's bubbling cum was washing away the pain and humiliation Ann had undergone. She threw herself into wanton worship of his fit body, his hard youthful cock. The rest was receding into the mists of time.
As she made her way through the crowd of cars in the school parking lot, Ann was oblivious of her surroundings. Thoughts of Hal's cock driving into her cunt filled her head. She didn't notice the big man approaching her with purposeful strides.
She scarcely noticed the man loom up beside her. Then she felt her arms being grabbed and her wrists manacled.
Ann lifted a stunned face and stared into the face of Burt Coulson. His eyes were masked by dark sunglasses but his smile was mocking. He spoke before she could open her mouth.
"Handcuffs," he said. "Nobody's noticed. Just do as I say. Don't make a fuss-unless you want somebody asking questions."
She shook her head. She followed dumbly as he led her by the hand, threading his way through the parked cars.
Then they were at Burt's distinctive dark green Mercedes. He unlocked the door and shoved her roughly into the passenger's seat, then went around and got in behind the wheel. "Wh-what are you doing with me?" Ann asked as he started the engine.
Burt reached a great paw over to fondle one of her ample tits as he backed the car out. He took his hand away to shift gears, and the car shot ahead, out of the parking lot.
They sat unspeaking as Burt drove through lunch-hour traffic towards the entrance of the freeway. Ann didn't repeat her question.
She'd learn the answer soon enough.
After the Mercedes had sped down the ramp and merged with the flow of traffic like an eel in a running stream, Burt broke the silence.
"Suck my cock," he said.
For a few seconds Ann sat stock still, staring at him, while her insides crawled with loathing. "H-here?" she finally asked.
"Here and now," Burt agreed with a grin.
Ann knew better than to disobey. Her fantasy of the last few days that she would be somehow, magically released from bondage to Burt and his evil friends dissolved. She was trapped. She had no choice but to follow orders.
Swallowing her pride, Ann scooted her mini-skirted butt across the seat and bent over. Her long hair fell in a torrent over Burt's crotch. Considerately, he lifted his elbow to give the woman room.
Quivering fingers slowly slid the zipper down Burt's fly. He sighed contentedly and settled himself in his seat. Ann parted the front of his pants.
The handcuffs were icy-cold around her wrists. She managed to get her fingers inside the big man's underpants. She could feel his giant cock stirring to life like some great, sleeping animal. Then her fingers touched it. The cock was warm and soft-hard with awakening lust. It jerked slightly to her soft touch.
Gently, Ann teased the cock out into the open air. It lay across Burt's crotch like a length of hose, brownish red and slowly stiffening. Ann's pert nose was inches from the big prick. A hearty aroma of man meat filled her nostrils.
Ann took Burt's limp prick between thumb and forefinger. She could feel his quickening pulse as she put the swelling head of the cock into her mouth.
Burt moaned and dropped a hand to play with the woman's long hair. Her mouth enfolded his cockhead in a humid, gently sucking paradise.
Burt willed himself to relax as pleasure began to trickle down his cock into the hairy sac of his balls. He wanted to force the woman to make him hard with her pliant, sucking mouth!
Slowly, Ann sucked the head of the cock into her mouth. Her lips were wrapped around the thick plug of meat and her tongue swirled over the invader, wet and maddening. She could feel hot passion pounding in the swelling veins between her pearly teeth.
The cock pushed itself farther into her mouth as it inflated. The hardening of the prick to its full rampant erectness forced Jier jaws apart. Her tongue was twining itself around the pole of cock, smearing liquid fire over it.
Just fine, thought Burt. His eyes never flickered from the flow of traffic as he headed west, toward the volcanic cliffs on the edge of town. Already the muscles at the base of his cock were tensing, readying for the violent release of a blasting come.
It wasn't just that the woman engaged in sucking his prick so avidly was an incredibly beautiful piece of ass. It wasn't just that her moist little mouth was almost unbearably hot on his trapped cock as she slowly fucked her face up and down its spit-gleaming length, nor that her tongue was so agile as it curled around his prick. It wasn't even that this was the desirable wife, now widow, of his former senior partner.
Most of all for Burt, the thrill was in the fact that this lovely young woman hated his guts. And yet she was applying every bit of skill and sensuality she possessed to give him the blow-job of his life.
Because he owned her!
The prick was hard as iron now. Ann kept bumping her head on the steering wheel when she let her lips slide up the prong. Her hands were around the thick base of Burt's cock now.
Shifting her head away from the wheel, Ann stopped her face-fucking the magnificent cock and closed her teeth gently behind the flaring head. If only I had the nerve to bite down hard! she thought. For a moment she stayed that way, contemplating.
Burt seemed to wait expectantly.
Finally she relaxed. Her tongue began to rove wetly over the conical prickhead. She tasted the tiny gobbet of pre-seminal fluid that welled out of the tip.
Burt knew, she realized. Burt knew she had thought about striking back at him. Knew she hadn't been able to.
He turned off the freeway with the head of his prick throbbing. God, the bitch gave good head! She was going to make him as rich as she was making him happy with those sucking lips of hers!
The green Mercedes followed a strip of asphalt that shimmered and danced in the blazing sun. Sucking noises escaped from Ann's lips as she consumed the imprisoned cockhead. Burt was writhing now with passion. Every time he shifted foot on the gas or brakes, new sensations shot into his belly.
He turned onto a graded dirt road leading toward the low and jagged black cliffs. Hardly slowing, he swung the Mercedes onto the rough track in a billowing swirl of dust.
The car hit a bump, flew up, came down hard on the springs. Burt's pulsating cock was driven to the hilt in Ann's face. The head arrowed into her throat like a pile driver.
Her gag reflex caught the cock just behind the head. A blast of pleasure hit Burt like a sledge-hammer blow in the balls. He grunted and came.
Ann was already choking and coughing when the first spurt splashed down her throat. Her stomach heaved at the sudden surge of acrid jizz. She shook her head, tried to escape the prick that trapped her like a butterfly pinned to a board.
A big firm hand closed on the back of her neck. "Take it in," he commanded in a low, stern voice. "Suck it all in."
With the tears starting from her eyes, Ann did so.
When the final jolts and spasms of Burt's climax died away, Ann found her head released. She sat up, letting the still-stiff cock fall back onto Burt's lap. It was sticky with saliva and jism.
Ann slumped back against the car door as the vehicle bumped up a long grade. She wiped away a trickle of white cum dribbling from her nose. She ignored the goo smeared over her chin. Her dress was hiked up onto her hips, exposing her panties. The handcuffs were starting to chafe her wrists.
What does he want with me now? she wondered. Maybe now that he'd spent his lust and his boiling jizz in her mouth, he wouldn't want to use her any more.
Ann's hopes faded when he pulled over the top of a hill and stopped the car. They were in a sandy dry stream bed, with the ragged volcanic cliffs between them and the city. Fragments of refuse blew from a garbage pile. The abandoned hulk of a Studebaker rusted away in the hot sun.
Burt opened the door and got out. His cock dangled down between his legs, flapping against the front of his trousers. He walked around the front and jerked Ann's door open.
"Get out," he told her, grabbing her roughly by the arm and hauling her to her feet. Sand crunched beneath her feet.
Pushing Ann back against the doorframe, Burt covered Ann's mouth for a long, forceful kiss. At first the widow resisted, but then her lips parted as she took his tongue in. It drew avid lines around the soft inside of her mouth, seeking out the lingering remnants of his jism.
Ann's cuffed wrists were crushed against her tits. Burt's hips ground against her crotch. She could feel his mighty cock burning hot. It was getting hard again, rubbing over and over the full mound of her cunt.
Burt's head drew away. He urged Ann toward the front of the car. He pushed her back, gently but firmly. She winced as the heated metal of the hood seared her ass through the light cloth of the panties. It was hot as an oven under the desert sun.
"What are you doing to me? Ouch-that hurts! It's hot," Ann said as Burt pushed her back into a sitting position on the hot hood.
"Having fun with my pet whore," Burt leered brutally. "Also, I'm reminding you that your ass belongs to me. And it's mine to do with as I please!"
With that he reached up under her skirt, hooked strong fingers around the elastic band of her panties, and tore them from her body.
Ann screamed as the burning hot hood seared her bare ass.
Laughing low in his throat, Burt pulled her skirt up around her stomach. She was screaming incoherently again and again. She was writhing and fighting furiously, but her efforts were useless against her captor's size and strength.
"Hot enough to fry eggs on, isn't it?" he leered. "It won't do any permanent damage. But it sure hurts, doesn't it!"
Watching the exquisitely lovely woman twisting in agony had given Burt a raging hard-on. His cock stood out from his crotch obscenely. It was ready to plug into the woman's squirming cunt!
Huge hands forced Ann's knees apart. By bending his knees, Burt was in perfect position to drive his giant prick home in her pussy. His broad thumbs pulled her cunt lips open, and he lunged his cock between them.
Ann shrieked louder as his driving penetration forced her ass down harder against the simmering steel. Her cunt was as dry as the desert air, and the rasping pain of the huge cock pounding between her pussy lips was almost as bad as the burning pain in her buttocks.
"Stop!" she howled. "Stoooppppppp!" "Stoooooooppppppppppppppp!"
Burt grinned from ear to ear and started fucking her in earnest. His big hands were under her raised skirt, around the cushiony upper parts of her hips as they flowed into her waist. Her hands were between them and she beat them against his chest. The cuffs made a clinking noise in time to the rhythm of his fucking.
After a few piston-like strokes of his powerful prick Ann's cunt was overflowing with the aromatic juices of lust. The pussy oils hissed as they poured out onto the hot hood. Conflicting sensations of pain from her tortured ass and pleasure from her cock-filled cunt tore at Ann's consciousness. She threw her head back and forth, moaning.
The cunt was hot as the car hood and tight on Burt's cock. As Ann tried to shrink away from the searing sting of the metal, her pussy squeezed Burt's cock even harder. At every grunting thrust her tender buttocks were splayed out on the hood, so that the humid crack between the globes of meat was forced into contact with the sun-heated steel.
"Oh-ahhhhhhhh! Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ann cried. Her cunt was watering freely, her long legs waving in the desert air.
She fell back, back arching. Burt's circling hands kept her pussy trapped on his cock as his pumping squashed her ass onto the car hood. "My ass-oh, my ass is on fire!" Ann wailed. "It hurts! But you're fucking my pussy so goooooooood! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
The big man's thick fingers dug deeply into the padded satin-covered flesh of Ann's hips. He fucked her clutching quim like a man possessed. A frenzy of lust overwhelmed his brain.
Around and around the pumping shaft of cock slithered the slimy-walled cunt. The oily friction thrilled the sensitized prick meat. The pleasure and pain that completely controlled the beautiful, bound, half-naked woman transmitted itself to Burt's passion fevered mind. "Let me go! Let me go!" Ann pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Hurt me!" she cried. Burt did.
"Aaaarrrgggh," he roared. He shot cum into her tight cunt.
Skyrockets went off in blinding wheels of light. The hot pain from Ann's ass blended with the hot pleasure from her pussy, fused, exploded in a thunderous, violent, raging climax.
"My God! I'm COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!" Ann's full-throated cry rang in the still desert air, echoing around the cliffs.
Gushing sperm filled Ann's cavernous gasping twat. The thick whiteness welled out around the fat bar of cock, spilling down the cheeks of Ann's ass and dripping onto the hood of the Mercedes. Ann thrashed and moaned, driving with her hips to take in all of that beautiful cock. No matter that her efforts crushed her tortured buttocks against the sun-heated hood-all that mattered was fucking herself on Burt's big prick.
The convulsions of Ann's cunt crushed Burt's prick and sucked it dry. When the last drop of jism had been spewed into her seething wet slit, Burt continued to fuck the handcuffed widow until his prick started to go soft.
With a soft sloshing sound Burt's prick drooped out of Ann's juice-swamped pussy. Strings of cum streaked along its length, dribbling down the front of his trousers.
Burt stepped back, turned, took a long and satisfying piss into the sand. Ann wriggled around a few moments more on the hood as the tides of orgasm ebbed from her body. She sat up, crying softly at the returning pain from her abused rump.
The brunette slid off the hood. Pain screamed in her butt. She fell to her knees in the sand, leaned forward with her bound hands pressed into her dripping crotch. The reddened cheeks of her ass peeked out from under her skirt. Her slim shoulders shook.
Burt finished zipping his fly. Then he lit a cigarette. He smiled with satisfaction as he drew the smoke into his lungs.
"Get up off the dirt, baby," he smiled. "We don't want to be late getting you back to school. You'll be teaching your afternoon class standing up, won't you?"
Ann staggered to her feet as Burt roared with laughter. The car door was open, and she fell heavily into the seat. She cried out when her sunburned rump hit the seat.
Awkwardly, she reached between her thighs and pulled the hem of her skirt under her ass. It felt better than the vinyl seat covers. Burt got in beside her.
"My panties?" she asked, looking up at him with a tear-streaked face.
Burt chuckled. "Better keep your skirt pulled down this afternoon," he advised. "And be at the hangar at eight o'clock Friday night!"
The car engine roared into life. Ann slumped in her seat.
She wished she could die.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What's the matter, Aunt Ann?" Hal asked. He stroked her bare flank with his strong fingers.
Lying in bed facing away from her nephew, Ann stared at the wall of her bedroom. This was her fault. She'd waited with eagerness for Hal to finish his homework, and when he was done she had practically dragged him into her bedroom. They'd left a trail of clothes up the stairs and leading to her door.
When at last both of them were standing naked and eager by Ann's bed, Hal's arms had gone around her lithe body for a passionate embrace and his mouth had sought the tender sweetness of hers. Hal's cock, stiff and eager, poked into the fur of her lower belly.
That suddenly turned Ann off. With a muffled cry she'd torn her mouth from his and turned. She could feel the warmth of his cock, throbbing against her naked flank. Her flesh shrank from the touch.
Surprise, shock, and shame overwhelmed her. Ann slipped from the boy's arms and fell onto the bed. Her lovely mouth was set in a firm line.
Hal lay down behind her, caressing her, and asked what was the matter in a voice heavy with concern.
Ann shuddered. How could she tell him? What would he think if he knew how his aunt had been submitting her luscious body to the greed and desires of Burt and his partners? How could he stand to touch her if he knew that her touch, her kisses, her softly grasping cunt had all been bought and paid for over and over the past two weeks?
But how could she hold it in any longer? The pain and horror of it was overwhelming her. She had to tell someone!
But not Hal! Never Hal.
As if reading her mind, Hal spoke, "There wasn't any teachers' convention last weekend. It's something about that, isn't it?"
Ann shuddered violently. She stuffed her fist into her mouth.
There had been no convention, of course. But she was going to be gone from Friday night till Sunday morning, and she had to explain her absence somehow.
Sue had flown up to a private landing strip near an exclusive Colorado resort town. With her had been another girl, a plump and pretty redhead named Jeanelle. How Burt and Bob and company had gotten Jeanelle hooked into their scheme Ann never found out. But she was sure Ann had been no more willing than she.
The two girls had been hired by a rich businessman to be presents for his son's sixteenth birthday. The boy was shy and backwards, a skinny pimply youth with glasses. His father was worried about his sexual development, didn't want him turning queer at the private boys' school he attended. So Burt's special services had been acquired, and Ann and Jeanelle had been shipped off like mail-order hookers.
The old man needn't have worried. Though his son was still a virgin, he had an extensive collection of pornography. He had a trunk full of the stuff, from paperbacks to the gaudy four-color magazines.
The paces he'd put his two "presents" through that weekend would have exhausted the Happy
Hooker.
First he had the girls strip. Slowly and erotically, fondling each other's bodies as they did so. Ann had never touched another woman's tits before. She didn't want to touch Jeanelle's luscious white melons, even bigger than her own, though not as firm. But she had, and had felt Jeanelle's doughy titflesh tingle with excitement.
And when the red-haired girl's head had dipped down between Ann's naked thighs, the widow had almost passed out. The idea of a woman kissing and sucking on her pussy-that was lesbianism! Then the redhead's skilled lips and tongue had taken over, and she had subsided onto soft waves of pleasure.
Before she was called on to return the favor to Jeanelle, the boy had gotten so turned on he'd stopped the show and dived in himself. He'd had the girls he on a couch facing each other. He tied them together at the waist and then bound their hands together at the wrists, left to right and right to left.
While they kissed each other, the youth got onto the couch and took turns fucking into their cunts. Ann hadn't wanted to kiss Jeanelle's cunt-juice-smeared mouth, but she hadn't had any choice. But the two pairs of tits pinioned nipple to nipple started rolling together as motions of pleasure took over the two naked young bodies. Jeanelle's cunt was ripe and warm against Ann's and the youth's cock was quite delightfully long. It was skinny as
Bob Varman's, but the combination of novel sensations and sizable prick got Ann off to several pounding climaxes.
Next, the two had to suck the boy's cock till it was hard again, and then keep licking and sucking till it shot another wad all over their faces. After they'd licked each other clean, the girls piled into a big bed with the boy and fell asleep.
They'd awakened late in the morning. After breakfast, the fucking started again.
Every combination imaginable with three people was tried out as the young lad put into practice the things he's read about and seen in pictures. Ann had been forced to eat Jeanelle out of course. The overpowering rank odor had almost made her throw up. But she had stuck it out. With the jewel-like node of Jeanelle's clit trapped between her even teeth while her lips sucked and her tongue worked over the tip of the nerve-button, Ann had given the bouncy redhead a wild climax.
Then the kid had fucked Jeanelle up the ass while Ann lapped at her pussy and his balls and prick. When he'd blasted his load till the jizz leaked out the little fisted asshole, she'd had to lick the spent cock clean. Quivering with disgust, she had done so.
Saturday night was spent in one long wild orgy. When it came time to leave Sunday morning, a car came for them. The youth was fast asleep, a smile of content on his pimply face. As the girls left the bedroom, Jeanelle went to the bedside, leaned over, and kissed his sleeping forehead.
"Why'd you do that?" Ann asked in a whisper.
"He was sweet," Jeanelle whispered back. "He was so much better than some."
Ann looked at her in disbelief. The boy hadn't hurt either of them. But Ann hated him. Even when his thrusting spear-like cock was driving her to orgasm she had hated him.
Jeanelle shook her head at Ann's skepticism. "You'll see," was all she said. Her pretty face had a haunted, hopeless look when she said it, and Ann hadn't pressed the subject.
"What's the matter?" Hal asked again, dragging her back to the reality of the moment. "Please tell me, Ann. Maybe I can do something."
Maybe I can do something. The hopelessness of it all overwhelmed her. With a sob Ann turned and buried her face in her nephew's bare chest. For a long time she wept, while the boy held her and whispered soothing words to her.
When at last the widow could talk, the story came out. It came out haltingly, interrupted by fits of wild tears, but it started with Burt's invasion, went through the photographs, her session with Burt and his partners, the times with the customers. "They made me do it," Ann cried. "And I couldn't stop them. Oh, what could I do? What can I do?"
The woman was heartbroken. Hal had stiffened as she told the story, had seemed to draw away as the intimate details of her debasement came out.
He would reject her now. The only person she had in the whole world she could trust, she could share herself with-could make love to, rather than merely fuck. He was disgusted. He would turn her out like a diseased whore.
Slowly, Hal balled a powerful hand into a fist. He's going to hit me! Ann thought wildly. And part of her said, Yes, yes! Beat me, hurt me! But don't turn me away!
With his fist poised in the air, Hal spoke through clenched teeth. "Burt?" he gritted. "Bob? Jack Western? While I've been working at the hangar, they've been doing this to you?"
Dumbly, Ann nodded.
"The widow of the man who started the service, who made it work-they've done this to you?" he said. "Those bastards! Those filthy, stinking, mother-fucking pieces of shit! I'll kill them! I swear to God, I'll kill every last shit-sucking one of them!"
"Don't talk that way!" Ann pleaded. "You can't do anything. If they suspected you knew anything about it, they'd kill you! Oh, I don't want you to be hurt."
Hal gathered his aunt in his arms. "Don't worry," he said in a low voice. "I'll be careful." He sounded very much older than his sixteen years.
Ann hardly heard him. "That's why I backed off tonight," she said in a small voice. "I thought, if you knew, if you only knew, what's been happening to the body you were touching, the lips you were kissing-you'd never want to look at me again!" The words came in a rush that dissolved into tears.
"My God!" Hal gasped. "How can you say that? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you, Aunt Ann! I really do."
"I love you too, Hal," Ann whispered. "You don't know what you've done for me." They clung to each other. Ann drew strength from her nephew.
There was nothing he could do, of course. But he cared. Oh, he cared! And that was all that really mattered.
"Hal," the woman said at last.
"Yes?"
"Take me," she asked quietly, her voice throaty with passion. "Fuck me! Stuff your big cock into my pussy, drive it into me, make me forget everything but fucking you."
With a grunt of assent Hal crushed her in his arms. His instantly rigid cock poked into the softness of her belly. "Wait," Ann said, holding him off.
"What for?" he grunted.
"I-I want you to . . . hurt me," she said, keeping her eyes from his. "You've got to hurt me. You've got to punish me."
"What?" the boy asked. "What do you-why?"
"Don't ask," Ann said, putting a finger on his lips. "Just do it. I need you. I need your cock inside me. But I need you to punish me. Now!"
"Ann, you're crazy," Hal said. He brought up a hand to stroke her cheek. "You know I can't -eeeey owtch!"
Ann sank her teeth into his hand.
Hal jerked the wounded hand away and before he could stop himself, slapped his aunt across the face. She rolled back with her legs flying up in the air.
"Oh, Christ!" Hal moaned. "I'm sorry, Aunt Ann. I didn't mean to hit you!" He tried to put his arms around her. She backed away from him.
The youth found his arms around her hips and his face pressed into the crack of her upturned ass. Unwilling to let the opportunity go by he squeezed his mouth to the dainty pucker of her asshole and started teasing his tongue into his aunt's butt.
Ann writhed with sensuous delight as her nephew ate her asshole. Then she kicked him solidly in the gut with her heel.
Hal fell back with an explosive 'oof.'
"Goddamn you!" he yelled when he got his breath back. "I'll get you for that!"
The woman's laugh was mocking and musical as she sprang from the bed and raced away.
In a great tiger-like leap, Hal was on top of her. He brought the woman down on the carpet two feet from the door. She fought like a bitch wolf, kicking and scratching.
Hal struggled to his feet. His arms were full of wildly battling, long-limbed gloriously nude woman. He had almost forgotten how strong she no
Her body glowed with a sheen of sweat in the moonlight. Hal got to his feet and tucked her under his arm. She elbowed him in the kidneys.
"Shit!" he yelled, headed for the bed. "You want punishment, I'll give you punishment!"
Hal didn't need to see his aunt's face to know she was wearing a happy expression. He was getting into the spirit of things, too. His surge of rage at getting bitten and kicked had subsided. But now the idea of playing along with his Aunt Ann's kinky little game was turning him on.
Ann was still fighting when he got to the bed. Holding her as tightly against him as he could with one arm, Hal put a foot on the bed and tore a long strip from the top sheet.
"Hold still, damn you!" he yelled as a heel got him in the shin. "When I get finished with you, you'll eat standing up for a week!"
Ann giggled. She managed to work her arms behind her back. He pushed her forward onto her knees on the bed then, while he clumsily lashed her wrists together with the strip of sheet.
"There," he said, stepping back. "Now I'm going to fuck you till your pretty eyes are crossed, dear darling aunt."
In reply she kicked him in the shins.
Bellowing like a bull, her nephew threw himself on top of her. His weight bore her down. His cock jabbed into her like a policeman's billy club as he lore off another strip and tied her slender ankles together.
That finished, Hal sat on the edge of the bed. With one hand he dragged the nude, bound figure of his aunt across his lap. His big stiff dick bent sideways, fitted between her lush boobs. Her turgid nipples dug into his thigh and crotch.
He delivered a stinging swat with an open palm to the top of her buttocks. "Not good enough," he said. He pulled her farther across his lap, till he felt the rasp of her cunt hair on his eager dick. "That's better. Get ready for one hell of a spanking!"
Ann could barely restrain a squeal of delighted anticipation. Hal swung a mighty stroke. His palm met her ass cheeks with a resounding slap. Ann squeaked and bounced.
A red palm-print burned on the snowy mounds of her butt. Whack! Hal hit her again. And again!
A stinging hailstorm of blows fell on Ann's ass. At every impact of hand with ass, Hal felt the excitement growing in his quivering cock. What a trip! He had never imagined he could get off so much on spanking a woman. Especially his aunt!
If there was any doubt in his mind she was digging it too, it didn't last long. His nostrils were quickly filled with the delicious, unmistakable odor of aroused cunt. And the steaming juices of Ann's lust flowed in a steady stream from the gaping gash of her cunt and poured over her nephew's lap.
"Oh! Ow! Ouch!" Ann shrieked in time to the paddling. "HARDER!"
Grinning and sweating, Hal obeyed. He hit her upturned butt harder and faster till the sound of the spanking was like a flag whipping against a flagpole in a high wind.
Hal's arm was trembling with exhaustion when Ann called out, "I'm coming! AAAIIIEEEEH!"The delicious fire in her ass lit the fuse to a keg of dynamite buried in her cunt, and it blew her whole being into a billion shreds of color.
When Ann's orgasmic thrashing and twisting died down, Hal quit spanking her. "Whew," he breathed. "That's work."
"What are you stopping for?" Ann demanded in a husky voice. "Don't quit! Keep it up, damn you!"
"Fuck you," Hal told her. "In fact, I will!"
Hal was exhausted from battling with and spanking his aunt. But he was horny as hell! He picked his aunt up off his lap as if she were a toy, sat her up, and let her down onto his lap.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "How dare you-aaaaaahhhhhh!" Her words gave way to a prolonged moan of pleasure as the tip of Hal's cock parted the petals of her pussy and slid inside her.
As always, Hal's prick felt as if it were ripping her apart as it went in. It was so big, so fat and hard and juicy. It filled her oily, tight pussy to overflowing. And it was good!
For Hal, slipping his cock into Ann's cunt was like pulling a rubber glove full of vaseline over his cock. But no glove was ever that hot and no glove ever slithered around the length of his prod with the lewd vitality of his aunt's cunt.
With her ankles tied and her thighs pressed together, Ann's cunt was even tighter than usual. Hal grunted in surprise at the unbelievable pressure surrounding his cock. He wondered for an instant if he hadn't fucked into his aunt's ass by accident. But no ass was ever that slick, slippery, or wet!
The cone-shaped head of Hal's cock pushed apart the elastic walls of Ann's greedy pussy. Lust and joy welled out from her rapidly filling cunt. When half of Hal's cock had disappeared into the furry triangle beneath her belly she bit her lip, sighed, and undulated the rest of the way over his cock like an erotic serpent.
Hal's muscles contracted with a jerk as Ann's cuntlips flowed out to kiss the fur at the base of his cock. It was a wet, juicy, cool kiss, and the cunt drooled hungrily into the boy's lap.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Ann said. She pushed down with her thighs, lifting herself off that magnificent rampant prick.
Her nephew put one hand around her shoulders while the other cupped a dangling boob. "That's it, big boy," Ann murmured. "Do it to me!"
The little red nubbin of her nipple peeked out between two of Hal's fingers. He squeezed it between them. Ann moaned and rolled her hips around and around Hal's cock. "Oh, man," Hal groaned, "that's sooo nice! What a pussy!"
"If you like it so much," Ann said, "then fuck the hell out of it!"
Hal did what his aunt told him to. While one brown hand rolled a snowy boob around and around, crushing the nipple back into its billowy cushion of titflesh, then taking it and twisting it with his fingers till hot knives of delight stabbed into her chest.
Ann's cunt completely surrounded Hal's prick. She was slithering up and down the length of the cock, letting it fill her to capacity and then suck her guts out as it slid from her grasping twat.
The two turned their faces towards each other and their mouths met in a lingering kiss. Hal's hand gave his aunt's lovely tit all the attention it deserved while his other arm rammed the auburn-haired widow ever harder up and down on the meaty pole of his prick.
Faster and faster they fucked. With her arms tied behind her back Ann's ripe boobs thrust out and up proudly, begging for the attention Hal was lavishing on them. With her tapering lovely legs tied at the ankles, her pussy was constricted to fantastic tightness around Hal's straining, pulsing prod.
Soon Hal was doing all the work himself. His triceps bulged as he fucked his aunt harder and faster, pumping the cunt juice from her sopping cunt in a shimmering spray.
An orgasm was heading for Ann, and she knew it. Hal's roughness had brought her the release from guilt that she needed. Hal's fucking had brought her release from the feeling of hopelessness that haunted her.
Hal was close to coming, too. Ann could feel it in his ragged breathing, in the feverish way his hand roved over her tingling tit, in the frenzied fury of his fucking as he hammered her down and dragged her up off his cock.
She could feel it in the burning, throbbing, incredibly vital cock that pulsated in the tight channel of her cunt!
"Oh, come in me, Hal," Ann begged. "Let me feel your come fill me up. Let me feel it flood out of my pussy like warm sweet cream!"
"Get ready!" was all Hal said.
His hairy ass shot off the bed in a series of powerful bounds, shoving his cock impossibly far into her cunt at every stroke. Ann buried her head in his neck, her long hair streaming down his back.
"Hurry! Hurry! I'm about to.. . coooooommmmmmmmme!"
The sudden spasmodic contraction of her cunt as climax hit her crushed Hal's deeply buried cock in an erotic vise. His lusting, naked, tied-up aunt suddenly found her wish fulfilled! He came off in her pussy, the head of his cock exploding in a torrent of creamy jizz that boiled into her womb and washed back down his prick and the slimy cunt. The steaming cum flooded from the blood-gorged lips of Ann's pussy like lava.
Hal's muscles stood out in bold relief. He squeezed Ann's tit. His soul flowed into his aunt's cunt with his jism.
When it was over, Ann lay on the bed beside him. Her wrists and ankles were still bound by the sheets. Strangely, that reassured her. Another time, it would have disturbed her that this should be so. Not now.
She was where she wanted to be. Hal's arm was warm and masculine around her. Her cunt pulsed softly with the afterglow of her climax. She could smell its satisfaction and the tang of the jizz that still leaked from its gaping lips.
Ann was happy. For now.
CHAPTER NINE
The ranch was crowded with a horde of people and vehicles. But the buildings were weathered and dilapidated, the corral was a broken-down jumble of logs, and inside, the main house smelled of dust and dry rot.
Ann guessed that someone had come out a few days before to put the place in shape. She also guessed that the place had been chosen because it was abandoned, and accessible only by a poorly-defined dirt road running through gullies and over ridges. Her current employers didn't want anyone stumbling in uninvited.
They were making a movie at the ranch. And Ann was to be in a featured role.
At first the crowd of people caused her to hope someone would help her escape. But the way everyone looked at her killed any hope. Everyone knew she was there against her will.
The part she was going to play was one no one would take willingly!
Ann was still uncertain as to what it would be. When she had been introduced to the two people in charge, a young couple named Mark and Sarah, they had smiled insincerely and said they hoped she would enjoy working with them. Sarah was as tall as Ann, slim, big-titted, beautiful. Her features were aristocratic and her eyes were a piercing, disconcerting blue beneath her raven hair. The look in her eye as she appraised Ann made the young widow's blood run cold.
After the introductions, Mark and Sarah had gone off. He was shorter than she was and seemed to be afraid of her. Ann had looked up at Burt, who had come along with her on the ride from the desert airstrip.
"What do they want with me?" Ann had asked.
"What does it matter?" laughed Burt. "You have to do it anyway. As long as they don't damage the merchandise, anything goes." Ann had shuddered.
Soon Ann was sitting under a tree, Burt beside her, while Mark was inside directing the film he and Sarah were starring in. Ann heard a scream from the building. Ann stopped in the act of rolling up the sleeves of her denim work shirt. The scream came again, prolonged and piercing in the noon stillness. It died away to sobbing, whether of agony or ecstasy Ann could not tell.
She looked at Burt. He gave her a slow half-smile and concentrated on his cigarette.
Half an hour later a crowd surged out of the ranch house. There hadn't been any more screams, just audible moans and cries of "fuck me!" and "harder! Faster!"
"You're up next," Burt said, getting to his feet. Ann got up too, dusting off the seat of her jeans.
Burt steered her over to the corral. The crew was setting up lights around it. They had been working on getting the corral back in order, and it looked surprisingly sound considering the shape it had been in that morning.
Ann and Burt walked to the open gate. Technicians arrived with cameras. "Sarah's on her way," someone said. "We might as well get started."
"Here's your big scene, baby," Burt said. He gave Ann a hard shove.
She fell on her hands and knees in the dust in the middle of the corral. When she looked up again, Burt was no longer standing there. Ann caught her breath.
When she'd met Sarah, the black-haired woman had been dressed much the same as she was, in jeans and boots, with a patterned shirt with the tails tied up under her tits to bare an expanse of tanned, firm midriff. But Sarah had changed clothes since Ann had seen her last.
Now she was wearing high-heeled cowboy boots, a fringed buckskin vest, and a black Stetson with a heavy silver band. And nothing else.
In one hand she carried a coiled black bullwhip.
Instinctively, Ann cringed away. "What's going on?" she asked, panic starting to tinge her voice. She brought up her hands. Behind her, a camera started with a whir.
The almost-naked Sarah stepped into the corral. Her lovely features were twisted with lust and cruelty. Heavy, red-tipped tits swung in the open front of the vest. The wine-dark nipples were stiff with passion.
Faster than Ann's eyes could follow, the whip snaked from its coil. There was a crack as it curled around her shoulders. She screamed and fell down.
On her knees in the thick dust, Ann looked up slowly and disbelievingly. Sarah stood a few feet away, leering down at her with the whip lying at her feet. Her wet pussy glittered in the afternoon sunlight with eager cunt juice.
Ann looked around at the extras dressed as cowpokes sitting on the rails of the corral and laughing at her. The whip hadn't touched her! Or rather, the ugly black leather had brushed her shoulders lightly.
Ann lifted a hand to feel her shoulder, unwilling to believe the vicious crack of the whip hadn't drawn blood. However, the back of her shirt was shredded from shoulder to shoulder. Then the whip sailed at her again.
She sucked in her breath. It hissed by her, cracked, and then slithered along her side with deceptive gentleness. It was deceptive because the blow laid the entire right side of her denim shirt open, exposing the quivering white skin of her belly to the merciless glare and the no less merciless laughter of the cowpokes.
Ann stared at Sarah. The other woman's icy blue gaze met hers. Sarah's bountiful tits jiggled madly as the whip licked out again. The left side of Ann's shirt was in tatters.
Ann crossed her arms protectively over her tits. A slow, evil smile crossed Sarah's face. "Don't think I won't hurt you, just because I haven't yet, slut," she said.
The whip lashed out. Ann shrieked as it wrapped like a tongue of fire around her belly. "God! Oh, God!" she gasped as she clutched at her stomach.
The cowboys hooted. The whip cracked twice more. The first blow tore the remnants of Ann's ruined shirt away. The second snapped the right cup off her bra and sent it skittering across the corral.
Sobbing with pain, Ann reeled back against the corral fence. She turned to face the railing, her hands trying to cover her vulnerable tits.
"Turn around!" Sarah commanded sternly. Ann shook her head as the whip cracked again. Splinters of gray wood flew from the rail to either side of Ann's head. She cowered against the fence with tears running down her face.
"Turn around, I said!" screamed Sarah, eyes snapping with rage. "Or I'll take the skin off your back in strips, you cringing bitch!"
Two more incredibly quick flicks of the whip caught Ann where her blue jeans were stretched tight across her lush asscheeks. She screamed and jumped, turning around with her tits flying free. One of the cuts had torn a diagonal rip across the seat of her jeans. The air felt cool on the welt beneath.
"That's better," Sarah nodded. She squared off facing her victim. The whip stirred restlessly in the dust at her feet.
The tip of the whip came up, curled lovingly around Ann's thigh. She recoiled, wincing, but there was no pain. It coiled around her other leg, was withdrawn, licked forward to wrap around her hips. Ann gave a little squeak as the end slapped painfully against the red stripe across her belly.
Sarah ran a red tongue across her full lips. The whip snaked out for Ann's bare tits. Before she could move the tip flicked her left nipple.
Ann cried out and covered her tits with her hands.
"Move your hands out of the way, slut," ordered Sarah, cracking the whip.
Ann didn't dare disobey. She looked for blood on her hand, found none. Then she realized that her reaction had been just that, reaction.
The flick of the whip had been no harder than a loving flick of a lover's fingers.
The black snake tweaked her other nipple. Instantly the nubbin stood up. It seemed to burn and throb. Ann moaned. Sarah grinned wickedly, ran a hand sensuously the length of her magnificent body. Her tits and torso gleamed with the sweat of exertion.
Sarah's slender-fingered hand lingered to play in the black pussy bush between her thighs. Then her whole body moved in an erotic symphony of supple motion as Sarah began to ply her whip with unbelievable expertise. First one nipple, then the other, she caressed with its black leather tip.
It was an incredible experience for Ann. Here was a half-nude woman whipping her tits with a bullwhip, and it felt good! The black snake licked at her nipples just this side of painfully, like an agile, teasing leather tongue. To Ann's, it felt like a skillful lover was both licking and lightly nipping her nipples at the same time. The caress of the whip made her boobs excruciatingly sensitive. Hot pleasure set Ann's rib cage on fire. Pussy oils started to flow into her panties.
At last the delightful torture stopped. Sarah strode forward, whip in hand, and stood before her victim. Cool fingers cupped under her captive's chin, lifted Ann's mouth to hers.
The nearness of the obviously-aroused Sarah was almost overwhelming. When the black-haired beauty's tongue flicked over Ann's lips they parted eagerly for a deep, tongue twining kiss. A breeze thrilled along the tips of Ann's swollen nipples.
Sarah lifted her head. She put a hand on Ann's tit. Her palm was damp with sweat. She squeezed the pliable mound of the flesh. Leaning forward, she rubbed the tip of her own hard, burgundy-hued nipple over Ann's. Animal sounds of pleasure escaped her throat.
"You're a lovely bitch," she told Ann huskily. She put a hand on the widow's shoulder. She began to press down, forcing Ann to her knees.
Ann tried to resist. The whip snapped in the dust, and she dropped obediently to her knees before the other woman. The musky odor of aroused cunt was heady and strong in her flaring nostrils.
"Now, bitch," Sarah said, breathing hard with anticipation. "Eat my pussy!"
To back up her command she twined strong fingers in Ann's long brown hair and dragged her face straight into her bush.
The crinkly hair grated Ann's face. The sun beat down on her bare shoulders. It wasn't as bad as it might have been, she tried to tell herself. The gaping mouth of Sarah's pussy touched her chin and a cool trickle ran down her slender throat,, It wasn't as if she'd never eaten pussy before. She had had to the week before, at the millionaire's mountain lodge. But Jeanelle's cunt had been dainty and sweet, lightly furred with soft red hair. The hair of Sarah's snatch was coarse, and it was rank with her sweat and the slick oils of her pussy.
The looming, booted woman cocked her hips forward. Her cuntlips kissed Ann like a mouth would. Her pussy was sweet and smoky tasting as Ann began to eat.
Sarah sighed. "Give head, baby," she urged. "Lap my pussy, that's right, now. Just eat me all up." She shook back her hair, her whole body vibrantly alive with lust and vitality. Her hips rolled, both to get the most out of the squirming tongue delving in her cunt and to let the camera record every last detail.
Feelings of lust awoke in Ann's own loins as she drank in the wine-like sauce from Sarah's aroused cunt. Eating Jeanelle had been repulsive at first, then mildly pleasurable. Mostly, however, Ann had kept herself detached from an act that would have disgusted her if she had allowed herself to think about it. She had gotten excited when she had felt an orgasm explode beneath her lips, but that had been it.
How different this was!
Sarah's cunt was dripping with oils and alive with motion as Ann's tongue probed into it. Her pert nose was pressed against the big hard button of Sarah's clit, and her breath gently stirred the hair around the pink open slit. Sarah's cunt lips enfolded her cheeks with a wet embrace.
Ann could feel a sheer animal vitality in this lovely, brutal, black-haired woman she had never encountered before. Sarah seemed to seethe with sexual energy. She soaked up the pleasure from her tongue-lashed cunt like a sponge, demanding more with every thrust and roll of her hips. Ann reached up to cup Sarah's ass.
The tongue slipped in and out of Sarah's cunt like a cock, but it twisted like a worm. In a delicious eternity that lasted no more than a couple of minutes, Sarah's body tensed and then shuddered with earthquake force.
"I'm coming," she said through clenched teeth. "My pussy is tearing itself apart for you, slut. You . . . are . . . making . . . me . . . come!"
Hot oil cascaded down Ann's chin. Her nipples were so swollen with desire they threatened to explode. "Arrrrrrrrrnnnnnngggggggggh," Sarah growled, grinding her cunt into Ann's eager face. Ann's fingers dug deep in her buttocks as she gobbled the woman's climaxing pussy.
With a wild cry Sarah tore free, spinning away like a ballet dancer. The whip was in her hand, and it flew through the air with a wild snap. "You've made me come!" she cried. "It's your turn for me to play with you!"
Shrinking back, Ann gaped in puzzlement. What had Sarah been doing? She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, tasting the cunt juice smeared over her full lips. Even in her fear she had to admit it tasted good.
The whip slashed at the ground beside her. "On your feet, darling!" Sarah told her. "On your feet and face the fence. Snap it up!"
The whip cracked as Ann jumped to her feet. She turned to face the railing, wondering what the strange brunette had in store for her now.
Ann sensed a presence behind her and looked over her shoulder. Sarah was there and kissed her cheek, running a fervent hand down Ann's body. It massaged her breasts for a moment, slid down her belly and then with a quick motion undid the button of her jeans. Then it slipped inside the jeans into the waistband of Ann's panties.
The brown-haired widow moaned as Sarah's hand squeezed the mound of her pussy. She could feel her cunt sauces leak into the crotch of her panties. "You're wet and ready, aren't you?" Sarah asked, kneading the rubbery cunt-mound.
Ann's moan was answer enough. Sarah unzipped the fly of the jeans and stepped back again. She cracked her whip.
Ann felt the leather whip tug her jeans down off her hips. With six or seven quick cuts Sarah had the pants down past Ann's knees, without stinging her vulnerable butt once.
"How do you feel?" Sarah asked. Ann didn't answer. The whip slashed cruelly across her panty-covered buttocks.
Ann howled and tried to run. Sarah was on her at once, grappling with her from behind. Her nipples burned into Ann's back. She bore the fighting woman up into the fence. A cowhand handed her a rope.
Ann's wrists were quickly bound behind her back to an upright post. With a vindictive laugh Sarah stepped back and picked up her whip.
"Ow! Oh-ah! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEYY-AAAAAAAAAHHH!" howled Ann as the whip cut at her ass, peeling away the panties in shreds.
Ann's wrists were tied low so that she stood with her bared ass wagging in the afternoon air. The sun was already starting to sting the snowy globes. They were crisscrossed with a network of thin red lines. They felt like the bites of fire ants.
Once again the whip coiled around Ann's thigh, only this time the leather kissed naked flesh. The lash wrapped around the thigh and the tip flicked the hairy mound of her cunt. She yelped.
"That hurt," she whimpered.
The whip slid forward along the ground. It slithered between her legs and the end reared like a cobra's head to snap her exposed pussy. The lash went between the gaping, incredibly tender lips. It was only a gentle crack, but it was all the more excruciating for that. Her scream was long and agonizing.
"Didn't like that, did you dearest?" Sarah said tauntingly. "Try this, then. You might like it bettor."
The long black whip moved again. Once more the tip touched the gaping slash. Ann bit her lip.
Sarah was doing to her cunt what she'd done before to her tits. The now-caressing leather thrilled first the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, then licked like a tongue along the length of her pussy.
Reluctant pleasure welled up in Ann's loins. Her head swam, her vision blurred. She was dimly aware of a cameraman clambering into the corral to kneel beside her, shooting the action from close up. Then the knotted rawhide touched her clit, and she screamed again with all her might.
But this wasn't a scream of agony. It was ripped from Ann's lungs by the orgasm that exploded out of her pussy.
A drool of cunt juice ran down one thigh, leaving a glittering trail.
The whip continued to lick at Ann's pussy till her cries of pleasure were almost continuous. The camera whirred busily from almost below her belly. Flashbulbs seemed to be going off constantly inside her head.
Dust clogged her nostrils and threatened to fill her mouth. Ann didn't care. She was in the grip of relentless pleasure! Even the chafing of her wrists by the coarse rope didn't bother her. Sarah and her whip were driving her insane!
The exquisitely delightful assault of the whip stopped. Ann stood with her head hanging, panting and shaking. She heard heavy footsteps behind her.
Gentle fingers tickled Ann's upturned, widely-spread asscheeks. Then they slid down her flaming crack and slipped into her gaping, oozing, greedy pussy. "Ahhhhhh," Ann moaned and writhed around the fucking fingers.
"You ready?" Sarah asked. "You want fucked?" Eagerly Ann shook her head.
Ann could not see the black-haired girl reverse her grip on the whip and aim the butt end of the handle at her pussy. The cameraman moved in, hovering at Sarah's side as her fingers teased open the dripping pink cunt.
Ann felt something hard and leathery poke against her tightly-closed asshole. It slid down her asscrack as the woman's fingers had done, then poked at her cunt. "What's that?" she asked.
With a grunt, Sarah rammed the whip handle home in Ann's pussy. She jumped forward. "Ooooaaaaggggghhh!" she cried. "That hurts!"
"Does it?" Sarah asked brutally. "Does it really? Try-this!"
With unbelievable force she began to fuck Ann with the whip handle. Muscles rippled along her arm as she drove it in as far as it would go. Then she pulled it out, twisting it inside the twat. Ann gasped.
In! Out! In! Out! With jack-hammer speed Sarah pumped the leather-wrapped handle in and out of Ann's pussy. In seconds the leather was soaked and stained from the free-flowing oils of Ann's pussy.
In seconds the brown-haired woman had forgotten about the initial pain of penetration.
All she could think about was the pleasure of having her cunt crammed full!
The sight of the leather-covered rod disappearing into the gaping damp crack and then appearing again was almost too much for Sarah to take. Her own cunt juice ran down her legs in a stream as she avidly lucked her captive. The whimpering cry of her own climax came before Ann's.
"Oh!" Sarah cried softly, playing with her pussy with her free hand, "lake it in. baby. Minmmmmmmm!"
"Fuck me! Fuck your whip up my poor pussy!" pleaded Ann. "It's getting me off! I'm coming off!"
Orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her temptress was shaking uncontrollably with the fury of her own coming. But Sarah never wavered or slowed her fucking of Ann's pussy.
She fucked until Ann got weak in the knees. The widow cried out over and over, and came and came again and again. Ann sank to her knees as she climaxed. Sarah sank down behind her, crying out and coming at the same time, fucking herself with her whole hand as powerfully as she was fucking Ann with the whip!
At last their mutual ecstasy subsided in long wails of ultimate delight.
Ann sagged weakly against the post. Sarah collapsed atop her, letting go of the whip to wrap her arms around the tops of Ann's thighs as she crushed her cheek against the widow's ass in a burning embrace.
A ripple of hearty applause broke out spontaneously around the corral as cameramen, crew, and actors watched the two girls finish the scene.
CHAPTER TEN
Wet loving lips laved over the upturned cheeks of Ann's ass. She barely noticed it. She wasn't aware of anything but the pleasure still welling from her whip-handle-stuffed cunt.
The tip of Sarah's tongue began tracing cool lines over the bound woman's buttocks. The oral touch was soothing on the whip marks. Sweet sensation began to penetrate Ann's consciousness. She moaned. The cunt oil started flowing afresh from her floppy pussy lips.
Perched on the railing by the gate to the corral, Mark grinned and waved. A couple of hands swung open the gate while two more went off towards a big trailer parked behind a pickup. Mark turned back to watch the two women.
Meanwhile the strapping black-haired Sarah had her face pressed into the crack of Ann's ass, gobbling her asshole. At the same time she gently urged the now gooey whip handle out of Ann's pussy. The greedy twat was unwilling to relinquish its prize. The handle came out with a sucking noise.
Long-nailed fingers probed into the recesses of Ann's cunt. Her cheek was pressed against the rough post around which her wrists were tied. A fingernail followed the slit of her cunt until it reached her clit. It swirled round and round the clit. It cut into Ann's being like a knife.
After teasing the clit into full erectness, Sarah cupped her hand over Ann's cunt. Pussy sauce puddled in her palm, dribbled between her fingers. "C'mon, babe," she urged, pushing upward. "Get back on your feet. That's a good girl, come on darling. We've got a nice surprise for you."
Reveling in the delicious pressure on her cunt-mound, Ann allowed herself to be coaxed till she was on her feet again. Her legs were spread wide. She was still bent forward at the waist so her butt poked up and her upper body was parallel with the ground. Her tits swayed from her rib cage like ripe melons. The nipples were quivering and tense with erotic excitement.
What was in store for her now? She had no way of knowing, but Sarah's low-voiced promise of new erotic delights thrilled Ann Forester.
The raven-haired woman had already put her through incredibly sensuous changes!
Oil drooled from her cunt and dripped into the dust. Sarah's teasing fingers splayed her lips, keeping the fluid coming. Her fingers were wet and sticky.
"Here we go, Mark," called one of the prop men who had gone to the trailer.
"Very good," the director grinned as he saw what the men were bringing. "Frank and Larry, get the platform and get the bitch strapped to it. Don't do anything to spook her just yet. Phil, make sure the cameras have plenty of film."
Men rushed to obey orders. Unaware of the excitement, Ann stood with the sun beating on her bare back and butt and enjoyed Sarah playing with her cunt. It was like music flowing through her supple body.
Two of the cowpokes came through the gate, lugging a ramp-like contraption constructed of boards. They brought it up beside the naked, tied woman. Sarah looked up and smiled.
"Here, darling," she cooed to Ann, tickling her twat. "Suck in your belly. These men are going to slide something under you."
Docile from basking in the pleasure Sarah had been giving her, Ann did as she was told. The extras slipped the platform under her. It came to just under her pendulous breasts, pressing into her belly and holding her saucy ass up in the air. Her long legs straddled it. The cowhands took hold of her legs and strapped them to the sides of the platform.
Alarm began to stir through the waves of pleasure washing over Ann. Why were they tying her like this? She could squirm her cushiony pussy mound around on the unyielding planks, but that was about all the movement she could manage.
Sarah's exquisite touch returned to delight Ann's quim.
Then Sarah looked up and saw a man leading a small brown Shetland pony with a blond mane toward her.
"Oooooh, look, darling!" Sarah cooed. She withdrew her finger from Ann's cunt and walked up to where Ann was resting her head on a crossbeam. She took hold of Ann's hair and gently turned her head. "Here's a new playmate for you!"
Blearily, Ann peered through a haze of lust and a cloud of her own chestnut hair hanging over her pretty face. Then she saw where Sarah was directing her attention, and her green eyes widened in disbelief.
"NO!" Ann screamed.
Laughing like a schoolgirl, Sarah danced from
Ann's side. Her black hair flew from under the brim of her hat. Her heavy tits jiggled like jello.
Sarah spun on a booted toe and kissed the bridge of the pony's nose, right between the beast's brown eyes. She threw her arms around its neck. "Oh, what a pretty boy!" she exclaimed.
The thick smooth hair on the animal's neck thrilled Sarah's ballooning nipples. Her body slithered down his neck, flowed over his back and down his flank. The texture of his hair drove Sarah crazy. She moaned and giggled with sexual joy.
"So nice! Soooo nice!" she said, dropping to her bare knees beside the pony. She kissed his side. The animal stood placidly at the end of its tether, not seeming to notice.
Sarah ducked her head under the beast's belly. A slim hand found the animal's big hanging cock. A cameraman kneeling on the other side of the pony recorded the look of lustful delight that crossed her lovely face as she inspected the prick. "Lovely!" Sarah enthused.
She turned the gray and pink prong toward her face and planted a kiss on its tip. It started to swell visibly, coming out of the folds of the foreskin. The pony snorted and shuffled his feet.
Sarah licked and kissed the inflating pony prick. "What a beautiful cock!" the brunette sang. "Oh, baby, you're so lucky. What a lucky girl you are!"
Ann was staring, frozen with helpless horror. Her stomach turned over in disgust at the way Sarah was actually giving the pony a blow-job.
How could she stand it?
More important, how could Ann stand what was so obviously going to come next?
"Stop her!" she screamed. "Somebody stop her!"
She stared around the corral. The enclosure was surrounded by leering male faces. Extras, technicians, cameramen, Mark, the bearded director. And there was Burt, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses. Smoke curled from his cigarette.
"Please!" Ann begged, her voice cracking with panic. Sarah was cooing love-words at the pony as she stroked and licked its stiffening dick. The animal was clearly getting turned on. Soon it would be ready to fuck Ann.
"Please! Somebody stop her! Burt-don't let her do it! Please, God, oh how can you let her do it to me? Make her keep away. Don't let her make that animal fuck me!"
For answer Burt turned to Mark, who was standing nearby, watching with an obvious erection bulging his pants. "You getting all this down on the soundtrack?" Burt asked.
Mark looked at a man sitting by a tape machine running off a long cord trailing to a generator. The man checked his sound levels, then gave his boss a leering thumbs-up.
Mark nodded in satisfaction. "I've got to admit we're really getting our money's worth from this Forester cunt. Look at the terror on her face! Listen to her screaming for mercy. No actress could touch it-it's genuine."
Muscles were standing out on Ann's naked, sunburned back as she fought her bonds. Blood trickled from where she had rubbed her wrists raw straining at the rope, and the leather straps cut cruelly into the tender flesh of her legs. But she couldn't get free.
Shapely lips smeared with her own saliva, Sarah came out from under the pony's belly. "He's ready!" she cried. "His great big cock is hard as a rock." She pressed her hands between her strong bare thighs. "You lucky bitch!"
The cowhand led the animal forward. Sarah skipped ahead to fondle Ann's cunt. It was still wet despite the woman's fear and disgust.
Ann looked back over her shoulder. Her face was a mask of fear, streaked with brown where the dust had caked on the tracks of her hysterical tears. Her flesh literally crawled as the animal's fuzzy nose touched between her asscheeks.
An extra dressed as a wrangler took hold of the pony's bridle beside its cheek.
"Wait-don't," Ann pleaded hoarsely. "He-he'll crush me!"
"Never fear!" laughed Sarah. "This platform is designed for that. There are little niches for his hooves so you don't have to feel his weight. Just that big, huge, yummy cock!" She wriggled with delight, fingers dancing in Ann's pussy.
"If you like him so much, why don't you fuck him?" Ann screamed at her.
Sarah's only response was a musical laugh. She knelt beside Ann's ass, pulling her cunt open with her fingers. She planted a juicy kiss right between the damp pink lips.
As Sarah held Ann's cunt agape, the cowhand pulled the pony forward. Reluctantly, the animal stepped up onto the platform. His hairy legs straddled Ann's heaving sides.
Ann felt the touch of the enormous cockhead against her pussy mouth. "Noooooooooooo!" she howled, thrashing futilely.
Sarah's red lips wrapped themselves around a lascivious smile. She took the cock with her fingertips and guided the tip to the cleft of the gaping cunt. "There we are! So nice!" she said as she felt Ann quiver.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnggggh!" groaned Ann as the fat head pushed open the lips of her cunt. It was in her! The head of an animal's cock was in her body!
Sarah jacked the beast off with firm fingers, giving it the idea. With a jerking surge of his hindquarters the pony stuffed his cock right into the helpless twat.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEYYYYAAAAAGGGGGH" Ann shrieked. "It's tearing me apart! Stop!"
The pony stood quivering with half the vast length of his prick buried in the woman's quim. Ann's cunt walls tried to shrink away from contact with the massive cock, but they were already stretched painfully. Ann squirmed around the impaling shaft helplessly.
With great hunching and snorting, the pony fucked the helpless woman. Ann screamed until her throat was hoarse. Even though her guts twisted with shame and she felt sure she'd never wash away the uncleanliness from her invaded quim. What tore shriek after shriek from her throat was the pain of having the tremendously oversized prick relentlessly plowing in and out of her pussy.
Sarah's laughter was an obscene counterpoint as she rubbed her swollen tits over and over the pony's flanks. Muscles rippled in her back and firm buttocks as she clambered up the animal's side. Atop the pony, her thighs clamping hard around its heaving sides. Long fingers tangled in its mane as Sarah ground her pussy with vicious force onto the creature's backbone. Cunt juice trickled down its sides.
Ann's brain was wracked beyond endurance. The grossly swollen cock that was seemingly ripping her cunt apart was also crushing her clit into her pubic bone with a force she had never known. In spite of the agony, in spite of the hideous degradation, the madly fucking pony was bringing her to climax.
Ripples of pleasure crawled up Ann's spine. Each forward thrust of the giant cock lifted her off the platform. Each withdrawal pulled her cunt-mound hard onto the boards. The pony had a hard time dragging its cock out of the tight pussy. The pain and pleasure made it hard for Ann to breathe as the pony cock sucked out of her. Her cunt lips grabbed at the withdrawing cock.
The cameraman grinned. What a shot!
Sarah screamed in ecstasy as her masturbation brought her an earthquake orgasm. Her ass jerked up and down as she tucked herself on the animal's back. Her pale ivory buttocks were gleaming with sweat.
With a great gasping snort, the pony shot his wad. His furry Hanks were a blur as he pumped his seething cum into Ann's cunt. The first spurt filled Ann's pussy channel. With every pulse of the titanic spraying prod, white jism welled out around the enfolded shaft of prick.
The redoubled force of the pony's fucking and the searing flood of its cum lit the fuse to the keg of dynamite in Ann's cunt. Against all her will, the fuse burned and set off a violent orgasm. She shut her eyes and fucked herself mindlessly on the great demanding cock as her brain short-circuited with unwilling ecstasy.
At last the creature had spent its lust. It stepped backwards off the platform. Its cock came free with excruciating slowness and at last popped free. A long string of thick blue-white sperm trailed from the dark tip of the cock to the floppy cunt. It stretched out as the pony backed away. Then it broke and dropped into the dirt. The creature seemed unaware of the weight of the sexually spent woman drooped limply over its back.
"Cut!" Mark hollered.
Ann lay limp, as if dead. She hung by her bleeding wrists from the corral post. Cowhand extras came forward to untie her as the horse and Sarah were led away.
"In-fucking-credible," Mark breathed, licking his lips.
"You got what you wanted," Burt said, flicking away a cigarette butt.
The director gave him a sidelong glance. "Yeah," he said. "She's well worth the bread. You interested in selling?"
"Huh? Selling?" Burt eyed the man narrowly.
"Selling. For good. No deposit, no return. It gives us, shall we say, a little more leeway if we don't have to give her back in, urn, good condition."
"Hmmmm." Burt rubbed his stubbly chin. He watched as crew members untied his property and got her to her feet. She was a hell of a lay, and had a profit potential that just wouldn't quit.
But still, business was business.
"All right," he said. "Talk money." an entirely new person He had rented a hotel room just so she could have a shower before flying home that evening. He had bought her dinner at the expensive restaurant in the city airport, in a corner of which the charter service's hangar was nestled. Then he'd driven her home in his Mercedes, acting friendly the whole way home.
The bearish man had even opened the door for her and escorted her up the steps to the front door of her sister's house.
Ann had let herself in with a key, gone upstairs, and been violently ill for half an hour.
When she was over her sick spell she told Hal the whole story. She had sobbed, and he had gone into a rage, kicking furniture and vowing vengeance. Afraid that the boy would do something rash and get himself hurt, Ann had thrown herself on him and begged with him to forget the whole matter. On her knees, pleading, she asked him to promise not to do anything. He couldn't help, and she would die if anything happened to him.
Hal had been adamant. He refused to promise anything except that he would be careful.
Ann's caresses had gotten her nephew worked up and herself as well. Still on her knees on the living room carpet, she had opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and sucked him to climax. The warm, sweet richness of his youthful jizz replenished her.
Then she had gone about forgetting what had happened to her. She had been doing well.
Until....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ann forester did not suspect anything out of the ordinary when she drove out to the hangar a week later. Burt had told her over the phone there was another job lined up, and to come as soon as possible.
After the session in Arizona with Mark and Sarah's movie company, it had been as if Burt was now.
Ann drove across a strip of runway to the Southwest Charters hangar. The name of the company had been Forester Aviation, otherwise known as Forester's Flying Circus, before Roger had taken on Burt as a partner. The big burly man had insisted on the name change, and Roger had gone along.
She pulled her Datsun into a space and got out. It was late afternoon and the shadows were long. She took off her sunglasses and put them-in her purse. Then she went inside with a soft swishing of her short cotton skirt.
Bob Varman was sitting behind a desk in the office. He looked up and saw her, then whistled.
Rough hands grabbed her from behind. Her arms were jerked together behind her back and she felt the handcuffs click around her wrists. She turned to see Burt and Jack standing behind her. Their smiles were mocking.
"What-what's going on?" she demanded in a shaky voice. "You don't have to do this."
"Just a precaution," Bob told her, getting up from his chair.
"I've done what you told me to. I-I didn't have a choice."
"Yes, well, you see, things have changed." He looked at his partners. "You're no longer our property."
Hope swelled Ann's heart. "You mean you're letting me go?"
Bob shook his head regretfully. He took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief. "I didn't say that."
"What he means is," Jack Western said from behind her shoulder, "you've been sold." He laughed coarsely. "Up the river, at that!"
Ann gawked at him, opened her mouth to scream. As she did so Burt stuffed a rolled up rag into her mouth. A few wraps of black electrician's tape completed the simple but effective gag.
"Jack, go see if the Beechcraft is ready to go. Who's the mechanic this afternoon?"
The stocky pilot made a face. "The kid. Hot stuff, her nephew."
"Oh, my God!" Bob said. "How the hell did you let that happen?"
Western shrugged. "He's as good a mechanic as we've got," he said defensively. "Shit, he don't know nothin' about this."
"Make sure he doesn't find out, for God's sake. Go see how he's doing. You come along."
They strode from the office. Jack went out into the fading sunlight to see to the airplane. Bob and Burt led the handcuffed, panicky woman to a storage shed butted up against the corrugated iron flank of the hangar. Burt rudely shoved Ann inside.
Ann went down on her knees as the two men stepped into the shed. "I suppose we owe you an explanation," Bob told her. Burt lit one of his cigarettes. "Also, I like the idea of watching your face when I tell you what you're in for."
The woman stared at him with horror shriveling her soul.
"You remember, I trust, the motion picture in which you played a rather major role recently?" She nodded. "Well, it seems that you have a natural talent for that kind of thing. You see there is a demand today for a more, er, esoteric brand of pornographic movie than is usually produced. The difficulty with making them is that actors or actresses will not willingly perform the featured parts. That's because they're not acting, they're doing the real thing. That's what you were hired for last week."
Bob paused to let his words sink in. He felt his skinny cock hardening as he watched his meaning hit the lovely prisoner. "Mark and Sarah were so impressed with your performance that they wanted you back," Bob continued. "They have in mind a very special role. Sarah has traveled widely, and in her travels acquired a remarkable collection of authentic medieval torture devices. She and her husband are convinced there would be a market, a small and select, but very affluent market, for a film in which those implements were employed, for real, on a living, human, female subject."
Ann's lips parted. "No-no-no," she gasped.
"Yes, you do see," Bob nodded. "Such a performance could not be repeated and the performer would never be of use again, since she would not, of course, survive. We were reluctant to let them use you, because you have such potential as one of our special aerial call girls But they offered a very strong inducement."
"Perhaps you will be heartened to know that the value placed on your body and your life was sixty-five thousand dollars cash," Bob said as an afterthought.
Burt dropped his cigarette on the floor. He crushed it out under the heel of his loafer. "We've gotta move," he said.
Bob Varman sighed. "Well. We have to leave you." Burt stooped beside her, unfolding a pocket knife. With a few deft motions he had cut her clothes off her cringing white body. Bob gazed down at the nude woman as Burt taped her ankles. His cock was raging with lust. "Time presses," he said sadly. "Since there is some distrust implicit in a deal of this magnitude, we must conclude the deal in person, and all three of us must be present. We'll return in the morning and you will be delivered by tomorrow night. In the meantime. I doubt you'll get into mischief-naked, bound, gagged, and locked in a little-used shed. Farewell, my lovely."
Bob turned and left. Burt leaned over and cupped Ann's pale face in a huge paw. "So long, baby," he said and kissed her on the lips. "You've made us all very happy and very rich."
The shed door shut behind him. Ann heard the padlock being fastened. Steps receded along asphalt.
Ann didn't try to cry. It wasn't the gag. There was nothing to say. She was drained, defeated, emptied of strength.
In silence she lay with her thoughts. Her mind formed ugly images: the rack, the thumbscrews, the hot iron. The fiendish inhumanities of a past age, wielded to perfection by the icy inhuman beauty with the midnight black hair. Ann had no doubt it would be Sarah who would torture her. She had seen it in her eyes.
Sarah would treat her like a lover, skilled, intimate. Ann's screams and pleas would stab into her body like a rock hard cock, and Sarah would cry out in ecstasy as her pussy writhed around orgasm after orgasm.
And Ann Forester would die in awful agony.
Time passed. Ann's mind had no way of measuring it. She drifted in blankness.
Noise stirred the woman from limbo. Someone was at the shed door, undoing the padlock. She stared at it in panic. Had they come for her already?
The door opened. Outside was shadow. A figure stood there in bulky mechanic's coveralls. It stepped inside.
It was Hal.
The tall form of her nephew bent over her. Strong hands picked her up as though she were a toy. She tried to talk to him, but the gag muffled her words.
The boy carried his bound aunt from the shed. They were in the long shadow of the looming hangar. He laid her down on her side on the asphalt.
Ann stared up at him uncomprehending. A dreadful thought hit her-had they gotten to him? Had he been sent to fetch her, as an added bit of sadism?
Then wide green eyes got wider. Hal was undoing the fly of his greasy jump suit!
The youth's big cock was at its fullest size and hardness. Ann could practically feel its heat. Hal bent over and grabbed his aunt by the hips, pulling her ass up in the air.
Ann felt hardness prod her butt, then the steely tip of Hal's cock slipped into her cunt. This isn't real, she thought as the prick penetrated her. But the throbbing meaty hardness filling her cunt was real enough!
Instantly Ann's pussy was awash with lust juices. What was going on she had no idea. One thing was clear-Hal was fucking her.
Another thing was clear-she was going to enjoy it. It could be the last time!
With long, feverish strokes, Hal fucked his cock in and out of her. Ann didn't feel any hot surge of passion. Instead she let her body relax, taste each lingering thrust of cock, savoring the delicious stretching of her pussy with gourmet appreciation. What a fucker Hal was! What a stud!
Gradually, the heat built in Ann's cunt. Hal's big prick stoked into her with constant friction. Slowly but surely Ann's passion grew to blast-furnace intensity.
Cunt-sauce trickled down her thighs as she rolled her butt around the giant invading prick. "Mmmmmm m m mmmmmmmmh!" she moaned delightedly around the mouthful of rag.
Even the cold touch of the handcuffs pressed between her tits, the tape wrapped around her legs, added to Ann's pleasure. With horror in the future, getting fucked in the afternoon sunlight was somehow sweeter.
A beehive buzz caught dimly at the fringes of her consciousness. Ann finally lifted her face to look out at the runway as the buzzing got nearer. A blue and white twin-engine Beechcraft was taxiing down the runway for a takeoff.
Hal broke his silence. "There they go," he grunted. His passion made him choke off each word as he spoke. Ann felt his cock miraculously swelling inside her to even greater dimensions. "Burt and Bob and-uhhh! Jack. You.. . might.. . want.. . to watch!" His self-control dissolved. Hal began to fuck his aunt savagely, pounding and driving with the energy of an approaching orgasm.
Through the mists of her own approaching climax, Ann watched the light plane with Southwest Charters painted on the side taxi by. It was building speed.
The engine drone got louder as the plane lifted off. It soared skywards, climbing towards an orange sunset.
Then the nose of the plane dipped. The wings wobbled once before the aircraft hit the ground and exploded into flames.
As yellow and orange fire billowed up into the pink and orange sky, Ann's mind exploded in the wildest orgasm she had ever experienced. Behind her Hal was almost sobbing with lust as he came off in her convulsing cunt.
As tidal waves of ecstasy smashed the length of her body the words pounded in Ann's brain: I'm free . . . I'm free I'm free!
When the last of Hal's gushing jizz had splashed down the slimy tube of her cunt and the firestorm of orgasm had faded into afterglow, Hal leaned forward along his aunt's sweat-slick body. His cock throbbed within her, its stiffness not easing a bit as he cut through the tape and peeled it off. Some hair came with it, but Ann didn't care as she spit out the gag.
"How did you do it? How did you know?" she asked.
Hal straightened up again. He kept fucking his cock in and out of his aunt's wet pussy.
"I overheard them," he panted. "I've been spying on them since the last time they took you. They've been negotiating all week. You don't know how hard it was not to warn you. But I didn't want to blow it. I wanted to get them all!" There was venom in his voice.
"Thank you," Ann moaned, pushing back with her hips to take in more of that beautiful cock.
"Oh God, thank you. But-but the photographs-what about them?"
"In a safe in the office. I don't know the combination. They changed it after Uncle Roger died. But they won't be any trouble to keep secret."
"You mean that's it? I don't believe it!" Ann shook her head. Tears ran from her eyes.
All of the humiliation, frustration, horror of the past few weeks welled from Ann as her sobs grew louder. Her whole body shook. Hal kept fucking her. He knew Ann was drawing strength from the steady rhythm of his cock. And her sobbing made the muscles of her pussy grasp his prick in a thousand new and delightful ways.
Sirens filled the air. An ambulance screamed by on the runway not thirty yards away. Its crew never even suspected they'd been within a hundred feet of a beautiful naked woman being fucked in plain sight.
Orgasm took control of Ann's body. All her muscles contracted at once as she thrashed and jerked to her climax. Hal rode her as long as he could. But soon he could hold back no longer and a wad of jizz surged the length of his cock. It blasted from the inflamed head of his prick and filled her pussy with searing hot wetness.
The world swam. Ann floated away on a sea of pleasure as Hal stuffed her cunt full of cock, cum, and delight. She came and came as if it would never end.
Too soon it did. Hal knelt behind her, supporting himself on her upturned butt, breathing raggedly from his exertions. His cock began to shrivel inside Ann's cunt channel.
As the sweet tides of climax ebbed, Ann's eyes went again to the black pillar of smoke at the end of the runway. It marked her freedom from her tormentors.
Now that she was used to it, Ann mused, the life of a call girl might not be so bad. Just on the side, of course. And she'd pick and choose her clients very carefully-no more Sarahs.
It was only a thought. But it would definitely pay better than teaching! It could help get her back on her feet.
Fucking into his aunt's lustful twat had smeared Hal's cock all over with her oily fragrant lubricants. Her asshole relaxed, opened eagerly to take the prick in as he steered it to Ann's ass with one hand. He put his hands on her snowy asscheeks. Muscles stood out on his arms as he fucked his massive prick into her anus.
The pain and pleasure coursing through her made Ann sigh. It was almost too much to take. Her beloved nephew was screwing her butt with that youthful vigor of his-and she was free!
When his cock was in Ann's butt to the hilt, Hal pulled it out and repeated the process. As always, the hot, tight, dry channel was impossibly snug, threatening to crush his cock in its viselike grip. He picked up the tempo of his butt-fucking. In spite of the tumultuous come he'd just had he was on the verge of blowing off another wad of jizz!
Ann was already almost there, too. Freedom and lucking. Hal was so strong. His cock forced her milky globes of ass apart till it seemed they'd split wide open. And it felt so good!
Ann squeezed her ass on Hal's cock. Hal gasped in surprise. It felt better than anything else he'd ever experienced.
Passion grew in Hal's balls as Ann's crying spent itself, finally she stopped weeping. "Your cock is so sweet in my ass." she said in a clear voice. "But the accident-did you
-"
"I arranged it I fiddled with the ailerons. They'd give enough lift to get them a hundred feet or so in the air. Then bingo! They'd give out, and down the plane would go-woof!" The exclamation was forced out as Ann sucked in her belly and squeezed her ass around Hal's prick.
"That's right," Ann murmured. "Just keep fucking me. But will they catch you?"
"Not a ummmm! God, you're tight! No chance. Mechanical failure. Not even negligence. Simple."
"Oh. Hal!" Ann said. "You're wonderful. Your cock is too! Put it to me!"
Thrusting mightily with his hips, her nephew obeyed. "No! Wait!" she called out as the big prick pounded into her oozing asshole.
"Why?" Hal asked in disappointment. His cock was buried to the hilt. He could see it disappear in the quagmire of her ass.
"I want you up my cunt! That's better! Fuck me up the cunt with your big sweet cock!"
"Right on!" said Hal, pulling his cock out so quick Ann had to gasp at the hot friction on her engorged clit.
At least now Ann had a choice. She could decide what to do with her body. No more living at the brutal and greedy whims of men like Burt and Bob and Jack. She was her own woman again.
She had a future again. And she had Hal. She gave his diminishing cock a squeeze with the muscles of her butt.
