Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of sexual fantasies brought to life.
SPREAD WIDE AND TIED NIECE-is the story of one young woman, Allison Jen-ins, who gradually discovers some startling and perverse fantasies she is desperate to play out. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no resets. Indeed, to Allison, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
SPREAD WIDE AND TIED NIECE-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Allison Jenkins crouched below her aunt's bedroom window, her knees shaking so badly she thought their knocking would give her away. The tall bushes scratched her arms and legs as she pressed her body against the shingled wall. Aunt Joyce thought she had gone to the movies and wouldn't be back until ten. But Allison had fooled her aunt. And now as she slowly pressed closer, she was glad she had.
"Ohhhhh, tighter. Tie me up tighter," Joyce moaned, her plump white ass shivering with delight as it bounced over the mattress.
"You got it, bitch," a tall, thickly built man growled as he crouched over the attractive woman.
Allison's eyes rounded as she watched her aunt thrash on the bed, her tits slapping together.
"Oh, oh, it hurts...hurts soooo good!" Joyce cried out, her head snapping from side to side.
Allison watched the woman jerking her body around as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. Never, never would she have believed something like this was going on! All sorts of things had rushed through her head as she observed her aunt's strange behavior. Perhaps the woman was involved in receiving stolen goods, or was pushing drugs. Perhaps that was why she wanted Allison out of the house so often-especially after her son Ned had gone on that camping trip with his friends.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck my pussy...ohhhh, it burns so much!" Joyce groaned, pushing her head deep into the pillow as the big stud crawled off the bed.
Allison ducked her head down. He had turned toward the window after climbing off her aunt-the big fat cock between his legs swinging against his thighs. She heard him approaching the window. Perhaps he'd seen her and now...now, he was going to pull her in and...do awful things to her.
A soft breeze drifted in from the north, rustling the surrounding bushes and chilling Allison's flesh. Maybe she wouldn't be able to see what was going on any more. Biting her lower lip, she controlled her shallow breathing, hunched her shoulders and slowly pushed her head up over the window sill once more. She could still see into the bedroom! He hadn't pulled the shade all the way down!
"I'm sorry. Oh, I won't do it again!" Joyce cried, one hand draped over a pillow while the other moved slowly, sensuously over her cunt. She was tracing her fingers along her angry red cunt lips, shivering noticeably at the light touch.
The man was just standing at the side of the bed, his long prick twitching as it stood straight out from his groin. Allison gasped, covering her mouth quickly to prevent any more sounds coming out.
She had never seen anything that big on a man! Of course, she had never seen anything on a man before-that is, unless she counted all those stupid pictures and drawings in her sex education classes. But the teacher made it all seem so cut-and-dried. And there was all that talk about love, marriage and children. Allison wasn't particularly interested in that-at least, not yet.
She was hot, curious, wondering what went on between a man and woman. Maybe that was why her mother sent her to San Bernardino for a week during Easter vacation. It was far enough from Hollywood where she lived, far from the temptations her mother had continually warned her about.
"My God, don't just stand there...oh please!" Joyce wailed.
Allison shuddered, feeling something starting to happen to her body. It had happened before. She remembered having that same feeling a few times whe she went out on dates with boys. They would be sitting at a party alone or in the car and he would touch her. It wasn't a real advance. Maybe he'd just touch her on the arm, on the back of the neck. And then she would feel a wonderful sensation growing in her cunt. Her breathing would quicken, her pulse would race while a pleasant flush of excitement rushed over her skin. And how her nipples hardened, scratching delightfully against the stiff material of her bra! It was the same feeling she was having now, watching her aunt and that unknown man doing all those strange things in her bedroom!
"You got some pantyhose or somethin'? " he asked, scratching his balls. Allison saw her aunt was nearly out of control. She lay there, one leg draped over the side of her bed, the other, half-tucked under her ass-cheeks. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her tits slapping together as she panted like a dog.
A bitch! that's what she was called! Allison thought as she closed her eyes and fought for breath. The air was so cool, so wonderfully cool against her flesh.
"The top drawer," Joyce whispered.
Allison watched as the big man turned his hairy ass toward her and rummaged through the bureau. Her aunt was rocking her body from side to side now, moving her legs against the top sheet, clawing at her own thighs, then dragging her finger nails over the sheets. Did all women get that way when they were excited? Would she get that way? Was it something inherited?
"Yeah, here we go," he groaned, slamming the drawer shut.
Allison ducked her head down again as he turned and climbed back onto the bed. Something was going to happen now. She heard her aunt moan again, heard the bed groaning from the dual weight. Those moans-those awful, wonderful cries of delight from her aunt-rolled like waves through the hushed night air. Somewhere in the distance, a dog was barking. But the only thing breaking the silence of the surrounding area was the soft breeze and her aunt's moans.
"Nice body, baby. Yeah, I'm real glad I came over. And you say nobody's gonna come in?" he asked, twisting the nylon in one hand until it became a rope.
"No, no one...not for a while," Joyce panted, closing her eyes and breathing with whistling sounds through her nostrils.
Allison shivered again, feeling the hot mushy sensation in her cunt become hotter, more intense and concentrated. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was dripping with excitement as she watched the awful scene in front of her. In a moment, she realized she was scratching her fingernails against the shingles of the house while her knees pressed tightly together. The damp grass and bushes around her were wetting her clothes. But she didn't care. She was far too interested in what her aunt and that stud were going to do next!
He's going to slide up between her legs, going to fuck her, Allison thought, feeling her heart contract as the word "fuck" drifted across her thoughts. Fucking. She had heard about that a lot lately. Especially in the girls' John. That's all they talked about-that and getting high on one thing or another. Janie, her best friend, kept talking about how guys wanted to have the girls "give head."
At first, Allison couldn't imagine what she was talking about. Then the perky brunette told her all about sucking a guy's cock, about how good it tasted when he started firing his load. It didn't sound particularly exciting to her, although she wouldn't have dreamed of telling Janie that! Fucking was something else. But then, her mother had told her about all that bleeding and pain the first time a guy stuck his cock into a girl's cunt. That thought tempered her excitement for a while.
"Oh, oh, yes, oh yes, fuck me, tie me up and fuck me good!"
Aunt Joyce was pleading actually begging that man to fuck her. Janie had told her about that, too-about how things get all kind of fuzzy and unreal when a person's fucking. How many times she had thought about fucking, about letting a guy touch her all over and then peel off her clothes? That would be wonderful, lying down in a bed, spread wide open while some guy crawled between her legs, lifted them over his shoulders and...and fucked her!
But Allison always lost the courage to try something like that. When a guy started getting serious, she would push him away, seeing her mother's frowning face hovering over her. A warning sign. It was always her mother's somber face-that awful shaking finger, those narrowed eyes. She had seen that once when she was touching her cunt in the bathtub long ago and her mother came in and found her. That had been a terrible scene. u
"Oh, oh, I want to touch your cock!"
Allison shook away the memories. That's all they were, memories. What counted was now. She stared through the half-opened window, her cunt walls so hot now, they were twitching and spasming. Her tits were itching so much, they were driving her crazy. And all she could do was press her body against the wall and watch her Aunt Joyce do all those awful, wonderful things.
"Later baby, maybe. Right now, you're gonna have a little discipline my way."
Allison watched, amazed, as the big stud bent over her aunt, holding a pair of pantyhose in his right hand. He looped half around her left wrist, tying a bowline hitch, then rolling the woman over on her right side and drawing the other arm against her left.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh..." Joyce moaned, closing her eyes and clenching her knees together. She was jacking off right there! She was rubbing her cunt lips against each other, jerking her thighs around so she could make then touch her clit as well.
Allison recognized the moves. She had used them many times while in bed at night, sure her mother had already fallen asleep. She knew what it was to have that subtle rub of cunt lip against cunt lip! How much more exciting it was then when she finally brought herself off with her fingers, closing her eyes and thinking about all the guys she knew at school. She would think of them crawling up between her legs. At times, she could almost feel their muscular bodies pressing her down into the mattress, their fingers grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her down while their cocks brushed up against her cunt lips.
At times, Allison would inch her knees up until they were nearly pressing against her tits! Feeling her cunt lips stickily peel back and flatten against her groin was wonderful! She would nearly cry out as if in pain when she came, her fingers fluttering over her clit and cunthole!
"God, Jack, oh God, it feels so good!"
He had fastened Joyce's wrists together and was off the bed again, his fat-headed prick bounding off his thighs as he walked to the bureau. This time, Allison didn't bother ducking her head. She could see both of them were far too excited to notice anything at the window. He pulled our several more pairs of pantyhose, stretched them in front of his grinning face, then crawled back onto the squeaking bed.
"Jesus, the way you got juice comin' outta you, you're hotter'n some bitch dog," Jack said, moving the back of one hand against Joyce's pussy.
"Ummmmm!" she moaned at the touch, tensing her thighs and ass and backing up into his probing fingers.
Allison opened her mouth, letting out a soft, shuddering, sympathetic moan. Her fingernails were scratching against the splintery window sill while her knees knocked together. Her breathing had become more rapid until she thought she was hyperventilating.
"Oh, oh, oh, dear God, ohhhh..." Joyce moaned.
Allison looked nervously over one shoulder. The opposite house was only twenty feet away. Surely they could hear her aunt moaning. Surely someone would come rushing to the window and wonder what on earth was going on? But no, no one came. The girl could see the bluish glow of a television set filtering through the dark house. People were watching some stupid show, unaware of the more interesting spectacle going on next door.
"Yes, oh yes, yes, do that...do that," Joyce babbled.
Jack was bending her body back as if it were a bow. Having secured her wrists together behind her back, he attached another pair of pantyhose to the first with a double square knot, pulling it taut until Joyce's shoulders drew together, and her spine curved. She loved it-loved the tension, the feel of the silk tightening around her wrists and nearly cutting off the circulation to her fingers. "Ohhhhh . .
Allison's flesh was crawling. She wanted to be there in place of her aunt. As wild as the thought was, as strange as what was happening to her aunt was, the girl wanted to be there, naked on the bed, crouched under that animal-like man while her hands and feet were being bound together.
"Nice, baby, real nice."
He pulled her wrists and ankles together, cinching them tight with several double figure eights. He reared back, pushing his fingers through his long black hair and admiring his handiwork. Joyce was thrashing around the bed, purposely pulling the binding pantyhose tighter and tighter against her body.
It was obvious to Allison that her aunt loved being bound like this, enjoy having this stranger tying her up and teasing her while she writhed on the mattress, bouncing her ass obscenely up in the air.
"Now, baby, now."
He was smiling strangely-a weird, crooked smile-one that made Allison shivr with delight and fear. Crawling around to one side of the bed, he bent down and licked her knee, wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his cock and slowly jerking it up and down.
Allison sucked in a ragged breath, holding it as she watched his fat, leathery ball sac roll forward, then swing back with his jacking movements.
"Oh yeahhh, yeahhhhh..." he sighed, his eyes closed for the moment.
Allison could see her aunt was already going crazy with lust. She was twitching like a wild animal, letting out strangle, guttural cries, trying to snap her knees together but unable to. The cords stood out against her neck and throat while her blonde hair splashed across her face, sticking to her cheeks and forehead.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Jack groaned, rolling Joyce back onto her ass and crawling between her splayed knees.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" Joyce panted, her eyes wide with lust.
Allison watched breathlessly, one hand held to her heart as Jack began fucking her bound aunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
It was the sound of a satisfied woman, a woman who had found complete pleasure in an instant. Allison instinctively recognized the sound and felt another sympathetic shudder race through her body. Fucking. That's why they wre doing. And, oh, how she wished she could be doing it too!
"Good, baby, good! Hot and juicy down there! That's how I like it!"
He was telling her aunt all sorts of thingsall dirty-things that made Joyce cry out for more. Allison knelt there below the window, her body melting with lust, her belly flushed with desire while her cunt dripped hot fuck juice. Panting nearly as hard as he aunt, the young teen wished with all her heart she could have been writhing there on the bed, letting Jack touch her all over, sink his prick into her fuck hole while the nylon pantyhose rubbed her wrists and ankles raw.
Jack was shoving his prick deeper into Joyce's dampened furedged pussy. Allison could see it well from her point of view. She could see her aunt breathing raggedly, could watch the woman's cunt juices soak the man's fat prick.
"It hurts...uhhhh, but feels sooooo good!" Joyce moaned.
Allison could well imagine how good something like that would feel. How had he aunt gotten into this? .Had she been doing it a long time? The way she was bucking against that stud, begging him for more restraint and a harder fuck, made Allison suspicious. This had been going on for some time now, and apparently her mother didn't know.
Jack moved again, making Joyce whimper with lust. Allison watched her aunt straining against the silken bindings. They were cutting into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. The girl could see both the pleasure and pain written on her aunt's face. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound under that animal rushed through the excited teen. She could well understand her aunt's growing excitement. She, too, would have been whimpering out for more, bucking against his body, slithering up that cock pole while the nylon pantyhose bit into her skin.
"Aaaahhahhhh!"
Joyce arched her back as Jack bent forward and started licking his tongue against her long, red nipples. Allison thought she would have a heart attack right then and there as she watched that stud open his mouth and engulf one of those rubber tit tips in between his lips. She watched his cheeks cave in as he sucked, watched her aunt's face blanch from the double sensation of being fucked and sucked. And all the while, the pantyhose cut into her flesh. What a vacation this was turning out to be!
CHAPTER TWO
"My God!" Allison whispered, drawing one hand up to her right tit and squeezing it through her blouse and bra. That touch-her own touch-sent ripples of delight rushing up and down her spine. She nearly collapsed on the ground and had to grind her teeth together to regain her concentration.
She couldn't give herself away! Not now, not while her aunt was engaged in all that madness on her bed! Allison forced herself to remain quiet as she gripped the window sill with both hands and pressed her nose and forehead against the glass. She was puffing hard, hunching her head between her narrow shoulders as her aunt pitched and tossed in front of her.
"Good, so good, so very good!" Joyce panted, her ass bucking madly on the bed.
"You're wild, baby, wilder than any teeny-bopper I've ever fucked!" Jack panted.
Allison smiled. She thought she could give the man a run for his money, even though she'd never been with a man in her life. She knew she could teach him a few things. Instinctively, the girl felt Jack would love getting her under his body, feeling her tight, hot cunt walls rubbing up against his dick.
She gasped again, closing her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt. What on earth was she thinking of? She was thinking like a slut, like those cheap women she and her girlfriends saw on Sunset Boulevard swinging their asses from side to side as cars cruised slowly by. Forcing those terrible thoughts from her mind once more, the heavily breathing girl watched silently as her aunt rounded yet another turn in her sexual spree.
"God!" Joyce wallowed up against Jack's mouth.
Allison watched as hot spit dribbled down from her aunt's left tit and wet her side. The girl could hear him smacking hungrily against her tit, sucking with a passion she guessed only a few men had.
"Ohhh, when you pull it out like that...real slow-God-I'm going to die!" Joyce cried out.
Allison thought she could feel that drag, that tugging sensation, of a fat cockhead pulling at her tightening cunt walls. It would drive her up the wall, too, would make her scream like hell. She watched as Jack stopped, his cock halfway out. Then without warning, he shoved his cock back in all the way until only his balls were visible, drawn up taut against his cockroot. Joyce gasped out something, her head jerking from side to side while her tits jiggled from the force of that fucking blow.
"God!" Allison panted, dropping one hand to her lap, then edging it back until her fingertip touched the damp elastic leg band of her panties. In a moment, she found herself rubbing the soaked nylon crotch panel against her cunt, sliding the material against her stiff clit. It was wonderful! Thrilling electric jolts flashed out from her clit to all parts of her body. Her nipples were throbbing in time to her beating clit!
Jack was fucking harder now, shoving his cock in and out, gouging Joyce's pussy while he had he tit in his mouth. Allison watched as her aunt's cunt filled with hard, hot cockmeat again and again. Jack was biting teasingly around her nipples now, those strong white square teeth leaving tiny red marks around the flushed red areola. Joyce was babbling crazily now, jerking her wrists and ankles until the pain made her cry out for more.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck...uuhuuhuuhh, good, so good!"
Allison slipped two fingers under the stretched nylon leg band of her panties, touching the puffed outer rim of her cunt lips. She gasped and jerked so hard, she nearly lost her balance and crashed to the ground a second time. She readjusted her kneeling position, blinking away tears of lust as Joyce worked her hips back and forth with a building fucking tempo.
"Ohhh, cum, cum, cum!" the woman shrieked, her face a mask of lust.
Cum! The word sent more shivers over Allison's flesh. She had heard those words time and time again in school. At home, when she jacked off in bed, she whispered the forbidden word again and again, her fingers playing over her cunt labia and clit. It meant the end of reality for a few white-hot maddening moments. The world seemed to crash down into her cunt when she came. And she could see the same thing happening to her aunt.
"Shit, baby, work it on out!"
Fuck juice seeped from Joyce's cunt like a river, slicking down her thighs and Jack's balls. She was grinding her hips around wildly, pressing her head back into the pillow. Already, the headboard was banging against the wall, threatening to crack the plaster from the force of its impact.
"Fuck, fuck me, fuck!" Joyce panted, licking her lips as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.
Allison felt herself growing dizzy, felt the ground shift under her feet as she watched her aunt pitching against the big stud. Soon, very, very soon, Joyce was going to explode.
"Uuhuuhuhuhuuhhuuhh!" Joyce's body quivered all over in a way that was strange to her peeping niece. Her ass was just hanging there now, trembling, waiting for the cock to be speared into her pussy once more. She was crying out something, twisting her hips from one side to the other.
The nylon was cutting hard into Joyce's wrists and ankles. Allison could see the red marks in her white flesh easily from her vantage point. Jack was raking pure pleasure from her soft cunt lips. She knew her aunt's clit was swollen and hot-as swollen and hot as hers was.
And then that moment came! The pleasure of having Jack's rock-hard cock pummeling her cunt, of having those pantyhose cutting into her flesh, finally pushed Joyce over the edge. In a moment, she was yelping like a kicked dog, pulling her arms and legs so hard against the nylon bonds her muscles pressed up against her flesh. A core of white-hot joy flashed through her cunt, driving her completely mad with joy. And all the while, Jack was kissing her tits, sucking her nipples, telling her how good and hot and tight her cunt was.
Allison felt herself slipping away from the world. Her fingers were clawing at the shingled wall, she slid to the ground. Closing her eyes, trying to remain her breath, she heard Aunt Joyce still yelping inside the bedroom, heard the bedsprings groaning and squeaking under her frantic moves. Swallowing hard, pressing one hand against the base of her throat, Allison once more regained her composure-or what was left of it-and peeked back into the bedroom.
The fucking was over. Joyce lay there, still spread wide open.
"Dig it?" Jack asked, a smile still on his face.
"Ohhh, it hurts a little."
He had the woman on her side now, and he was bending over the knot he'd made at her wrists. He was checking the tie, inspecting it carefully. Only at that moment did Allison realize the big stud hadn't cum! His cock was still hard, sticking straight out.
"You didn't...didn't cum..." Her aunt had finally noticed it too.
"You said ain't nobody gonna be here for awhile," Jack answered, his smile growing broader. "No sense in endin' the evening early, right."
"No, no, but..."
Joyce looked as if she were suddenly confused. She wrinkled her forehead, her breathing starting to become shallow once more. Allison bit her lower lip, wondering what new perversion she was going to witness. The breeze picked up a little, ruffling her hair. She didn't care if it rained. She was going to stay outside the window until all this was over.
"I'm damned close to shootin', " he admitted. "Damned close."
He was sliding up between Joyce's legs now, one hand gripping the center of his cock while the other rubbed the darkened pink crown.
"What?"
"Come on, gimme head. That's what I really need, baby."
Head? That's what the other girls at school had giggled about so much. Once, in the cafeteria, Allison had even seen some of them sucking on bananas after peeling them, practicing different techniques while the guys on the other side grinned and laughed at their efforts. How she had blushed then, picking up her tray and moving away from those awful girls. Now she was going to see the real thing!
There was no disgust, no revulsion now. Only mad excitement filled her heart as Jack edged up her aunt's bound body and centered his cockhead over her face. "Ohhhhh..."
His cock was touching Joyce's lips! Her aunt was opening her mouth, closing her eyes while taking in his big cock. He had arched his back, throwing back his head and letting out a groan. Her aunt was sucking him off! She could hear that choked gurgling sound, could hear him telling her to tighten her mouth, to wiggle her tongue around the base of his cock. And all the while, Aunt Joyce was rubbing her body against the bed, thrashing around as she had before, pulling at the silken bonds.
"Baby!" Jack placed both hands against the sides of the woman's skull. It looked as if her were in terrible pain as he breathed with raspy sounds through his mouth. "Fuck, baby! Gonna shooooot!"
Aunt Joyce was coughing, making odd whistling sounds through her nose. Something was oozing out from the corners of her mouth. Spittle and something very, very white and thick. Cum! That man was shooting into Aunt Joyce's mouth, cumming in her mouth! It looked like she was trying to pull her head away at times. But Jack was determined, holding her firmly between both hands, snapping his knees against her head while finishing his climax.
"Oh yeah, baby, baby, real good, real good," he whispered.
Allison still stood there, her mouth wide open with shock and surprise. Never, never in all her days had she witnessed anything like that. And it was her own aunt-her Aunt Joyce-who supposedly was very moral and modest. At least, that was what her mother had told her.
Ever since her husband Vic had passed away several years ago, Joyce had led a quiet life, raising her one son and working part-time at a nearby library. Allison's mother had thought Joyce's hard work and modest life would be a fine influence on her daughter.
"That was real good," Jack whispered, pulling his softening cock from Joyce's mouth.
"Oh yes, yes. Come again soon. Please, soon. Oh, you don't know how good it is," Joyce sighed, looking up dreamily at the young stud.
"I wanna go further with you, baby. We could do lots more...if you want," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He was bending over her again, untying the silken knot binding her wrists together.
"Yes, oh yes!" she gasped. "I want to learn about it all, everything. But we have to be careful."
"Somebody around? Thought you said your son's gone," Jack said, pulling the pantyhose out from under her knees.
Joyce drew her legs up, resting her chin on the tops of her knees while drawing her hands together around her ankles.
"Yes, for awhile. But I mean my niece. She's staying with me for a week. I promised my sister I'd take her in for awhile," Joyce said, a note of disappointment in her voice.
Allison blushed furiously under the window, her heart beating like a triphammer. They were talking about her now. Somehow, the thought that she was being discussed in that bedroom made her blood rush madly through her veins.
"Well, maybe she'd like to play a little...you know?"
Allison thought she would faint! Talking about her getting involved in something like that! He was saying that, talking about her! She put both hands to her heart, drawing in breath with difficulty. What would her aunt say to that? The woman was laughing lightly, dismissing her! Shame and horror flashed through the girl's mind.
"Sophie's girl? Oh, no, no," Joyce said, barely able to catch her breath. "Oh, Allison's sweet enough, poor thing. But I don't think she's ready for you. Maybe later...much, much later."
There was no sound. Allison turned around and gathered her courage up once more, peering over the sill into the bedroom. The two of them were locked in an embrace, Jack making soft fucking movements against her aunt's body. They were going to fuck again! Didn't Joyce ever stop? Was she a nympho?
Bondage. Fucking. The images flashed through Allison's mind as she pushed herself away from the wall and crawled through the bushes on her hands and knees. The branches slapped and clawed at her face while her fingers dug into the moist soil. Pictures of her aunt writhing on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound behind her while her cunt drooled fuck juice flashed through her mind. And then they talked about her, mentioned her name, laughed at the thought of her being a part of their little game!
She paused at the foot of the drive, standing up, feeling the stiffness that had settled over her body. It was all so crazy, so unreal. She had sneaked back to the house, curious to see what was going on. She had been so close to dimming, to climaxing there under the window while she fingered her cunt through her nylon panties. But she had restrained herself, kept down her excitement while her aunt had given in. And now...
Allison wondered around the neighborhood for another hour, stopping off at a coffee shop near the theater she was supposed to be at. Sipping a coke, wrapped in her own confused bundle of feelings, she noticed the crowd filing out. The picture was over. Aunt Joyce was probably getting rid of her stud for the night. Sighing, paying for her soft drink, Allison slid off the stool and walked slowly back to her aunt's home. Gathering her sweater around her shoulders, she climbed the stairs, noticing the bedroom light had been turned off.
"Oh, hello dear."
Joyce was sitting cross-legged on the living room sofa, a magazine in one hand. Everything was normal, quite in place. Allison stood in the doorway, one hand on the knob, wondering if what she'd seen an hour before had really taken place. It was as if she had just walked into a time warp.
"Is something wrong, Allison?"
Joyce wrinkled up her forehead, closed the magazine, and put it down on the sofa.
Allison shook herself back to reality, closing and locking the front door behind her. Her aunt must never know that she'd witnessed the wild fuck scene tonight. There was something so awfully dirty and sneaky about spying like that. She bit her lip, shaking her head from side to side.
"No, it was just a dumb movie. I thought it would be better," the girl muttered, glancing at her aunt.
When Allison saw Joyce still sitting there calmly, she thought of her on that bed, her face far from calm, her body thrashing from side to side while her cunt split wide open under the welcomed attack of Jack's cock.
"You look a little tired, Allison. Perhaps you should get straight to bed."
"Yes, I think so, Aunt Joyce. Good night," Allison said, kissing her aunt lightly on the forehead, then turning and climbing the stairs.
Would the woman call Jack on the phone, whispering to him that her niece would be asleep soon and he could come over? No, that was too daring even for her aunt. But the stud would be over soon. Allison knew that. She had heard the desperate need in her aunt's voice, a need that couldn't possible be satisfied with one evening's fucking.
Allison stopped at the top of the stairs, her fingers icy, clutching the handrail. The rubbing of her cunt lips against one another was too much for her. She shivered, closing her eyes, trying to stop the rushing chills burning her clit.
"Sleep well, dear," Aunt Joyce called from below.
Yes, Joyce could afford to call that out. She would be able to sleep well. Those long sleeves on her robe hid the marks on her wrists. But Allison knew they were there. Allison knew what had happened in the house just sixty minues ago. It was so hard to believe, so hard to understand what had taken place.
Moving into the bathroom, the young girl flicked on the light, closing and locking the door behind her. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, turning and staring at herself in the broad mirror. Reaching back, she unbuckled her bra and sighed, feeling the straps sliding off her arms and shoulders. How hard her nipples were! She stared at her full, high-riding tits, the dark red nipples and surrounding areolas.
Down went her skirt and her panties, the damp nylon pulling at her cuntflesh. Kicking her briefs to one side, she gripped the porcelain edge of the sink and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the glass.
"Oh yes, yes."
Slowly, carefully, the young girl began rocking her thighs from side to side, feeling the rushing hot chills increase in her cunt as beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She had held off until now. But now she couldn't resist cum-ming. Climax, orgasm, cumming! Whatever she called it, she wanted it-now!
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohhh...mmmmmmmmmm!" The young blonde licked her lips, her cunt muscles tensing, relaxing, then tightening again while her ass dipped and jiggled. Breathing hard, concentrating on that itchy pulsing that seemed to sap all her energy, she began rubbing one hand over her belly. Her hand slowly worked lower and lower until she could feel her wiry blonde cunt-hairs tickling the flesh under her nails. Another shiver took her breath away. "Fuck, fuck!"
She saw her aunt thrashing around on the bed, her knees pulled back by the binding nylon, her hands helpless while Jack's fat cock plunged in and out of her fuck hole.
"Oh my God!"
The pounding between her buckling knees was getting worse and worse. She was giggling hysterically now, rubbing her forehead against the cool glass, her clit tightening with the massage she was giving her cunt. How swollen her tits and belly felt! It was almost as if she were pregnant! Biting her lip until it bled, she shuddered as she spread back her tight outer cunt labia. She was imagining how it would feel having Jack's rough fingers touching her pussy. Her aunt had loved it. She remembered how the woman had bucked and thrashed, pulling at the pantyhose that bound her arms and legs together.
Could Aunt Joyce hear her? Had the woman gone to bed? Did it really matter? Allison's fingers slid up and down her fuzzy pussy slit, her knuckles shaking and white as she grabbed a handful of hot cuntmeat and exposed her pulsing clit.
"Ughhhh!" she groaned, bucking forward.
Through the mist she'd created on the mirror from her pumping breath, Allison saw her tits rise and fall, the nipples turning a darker and darker red. The sight of her naked flesh and the thought of what Jack and her aunt had done excited her more and more. Gasping and sighing, she eased two fingers into her fuck-hole again and again, sliding them in and out, trying to remember the rhythm of the stud's cock as it fucked out her aunt.
"In, in, in!"
She was whispering loudly now, her feet drawing closer together so she could get more friction from her undulating hips. She rose on her tiptoes, rubbing her thighs against the cool porcelain, then dipping her ass, feeling the Jiggling of her ass cheeks actually increase the throbbing itch in her cunt. Lust churned through her belly like a whirlpool as she remembered how Jack looked, how his cock looked-long and thick and hard, the crimson tip wet with his juice!
Her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy faster and faster now. At times, she touched her cherry, pulling her fingers back quickly. She wasn't going to tear that tiny membrane away. That would be going too far-at least for now.
Allison leaned over the small sink a little more, her tits flattening on the mirror. She pressed her shoulders closer to it while her fingers slipped in and out of her clenching fuck-hole. What was she doing? Wasn't she able to stop herself, control herself? That's what her mother emphasized. Self-control. That kept a girl safe. But safe from what? From men? What if she wanted to fuck them, wanted them to treat her the way Jack had treated her aunt? And who was Jack? How did he fit into her aunt's seemingly tranquil life?
Another spasm ripped through Allison's cunt. Her ass cheeks tightened and separated again and again as she rocked her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt while she twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger. She was close, so close! Sticking her fingers in deeper, she felt her clit ache with lust. She was gasping, sobbing, twisting her hips from side to side.
"Ooohhhhh!"
A firestorm began lapping at her inner thighs, spreading up to her cunt and belly. The room swayed, then exploded into a myriad of bright colors as the world seemed to crash around her. Sobbing, beating her head against the mirror, she sank to the floor, her right hand jammed into her convulsing pussy.
When she roused herself from the resulting stupor, she looked about her, blinking slowly, wondering what to do next. One part of her said to go back home, back to the safety of her over-protective mother. But another, more powerful part told her to remain with her aunt, to explore what she had seen taking place. Groaning, pulling herself up from the floor, she padded over to the tub and turned on the water.
If only her cousin, Ned, were here. The two of them got along, told one another the truth. Perhaps he'd be able to help her out. Running her hand under the warm stream, Allison thought about what Jack had suggested-that she come and join them in their fucking games. She smiled, wondering if that would happen.
The following day passed slowly. Shortly after they had sat down to lunch, the phone rang. Allison watched as her aunt picked up the phone and turned from her, twisting the cord in her fingers. She was talking to that man. Sipping her milk, Allison knew Aunt Joyce was talking to Jack, arranging another date. She felt another flash of envy as the woman put down the receiver and walked back into the kitchen.
"I have to go somewhere tonight, dear," Joyce said, her voice oddly low and raspy. "It has something to do with the library." Joyce sat back down, pushing her fork around the plate with a dreamy light in her eyes. "I won't be back until late. I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Sure, Aunt Joyce."
Allison studied her preoccupied aunt. The woman couldn't suspect she knew what had gone on that evening. And tonight was going to be another repeat performance. How she wished she could take her aunt's place, and yet how ashamed she felt over that desire.
"I thought I'd do some shopping over at the mall. Want to come along?" Joyce asked, finishing her sandwich.
"That's okay, Aunt Joyce. I thought I'd just stay here at home, maybe work in the garden or something," Allison said, feeling her nipples growing hard and itchy all over again when she thought about Jack. It just wasn't fair. While she would be at home tonight, her aunt was going to be flat on her back, twisting and jerking around on his fat cock.
"Fine, Allison, fine. If anyone calls, tell them I'll be back around five."
Allison cleared the table, stacking the dishes neatly in the draining dish while her aunt changed and left. The girl stood there at the kitchen window, waving good-by as her aunt backed out the Mercedes.
Allison was alone, a perfect time for a man to come over and touch her, do all the things she'd watched Jack do to her aunt. Of course, she knew no one, no one who would come over and take care of that burning itch in her cunt. Closing her eyes, she felt another rush of hot, pulsations racing through her pussy. She just couldn't go on like this!
Wiping her hands on the sides of her blue shorts, she sauntered down the darkened hall, stopping at her aunt's bedroom. The door was opened. Stepping in, the girl could still smell traces of the perfume her aunt had used before leaving. A brightly colored coverlet stretched over the bed. Allison felt her heart pounding, felt her breath growing shorter and shorter as she stepped into the room and stared at the king-sized bed. It was here she'd seen her aunt thrashing around, her legs and arms bound by pantyhose while Jack towered over her. His fat prick had jerked in his hands, cum oozing from the piss slit and dripping onto her aunt's belly. How the two of them had heaved and writhed against one another, their bodies locked together in a dance of wild fuck lust! "Ohhhh..."
Allison sat down, her ass sinking comfortably into the mattress. Sighing once more, she swung her legs up over the mattress and lay down. She could just picture herself in her aunt's place, bound, the nylon cutting into her wrists while Jack lowered his head and tongued her nipples.
Allison even pushed her hands behind her, arching her back until she touched her ankles with her fingers. She could understand why Aunt Joyce had liked having this done to her. It was a wonderful feeling being tied up that way-or so she guessed. Even now, her cunt was throbbing like a festering wound.
The phone!
Allison's thoughts suddenly shattered, and she sat upright, her heart pounding hard and fast. Again the telephone jangled. Maybe something had happened to the car, and Aunt Joyce was calling for help. Allison stretched one hand over to the blue princess phone and picked up the receiver.
"Is Joyce there?"
Allison trembled, nearly dropping the phone from her hand. It was him! It was Jack! She recognized the throaty tone she had overheard that night under the window. She tried speaking but her vocal cords froze.
"Hello? Joyce there?"
"N...no. My aunt's not here."
She could hear him breathing into the receiver, almost hear his lips brushing over the mike. It was almost like having an obscene phone call.
"You know when she'll be back?" he asked, his voice softening somewhat after a long pause.
"I...I dunno. Maybe early, sometime around five, I think," Allison replied, lying back down on the bed. She found herself rubbing the backs of her bare legs against the coverlet, rubbing her right hand over her lower belly while listening to the stud breathe and talk over the phone. What harm could there possibly be in doing this? He couldn't possibly know what effect he was having on her.
"You're her niece, aren't you?"
Allison stopped rubbing, feeling something like an electric shock pass through her body. The conversation was taking a strange turn. She could feel it. Maybe she should hang up before she said something she'd be sorry for.
"Yes, but I'm just here for a week."
There was another pause.
"You probably haven't had too much time to see the city. I'm free right now. I could come over and see you."
His voice sounded cocky, self-assured. Allison squeezed the receiver in her dampening palm. Her fingers were wandering under the elastic waistband of her shorts, slipping under her panties, touching her swollen cunt lips. Could she possibly let him come over?
"You can't come to see me!" the girl blurted into the phone, realizing she'd protested too vehemently.
"Oh?"
He was laughing at her, breathing hard into the phone. Allison swallowed hard. Her fingers were gripping the receiver while she thought again of hanging up.
"You know, you sound like a real nice chick-the kind I like. I can be real nice to you," he said, his voice softening to a near-whisper.
Allison knew what he was going to say next. She knew she should hang up. He was her Aunt Joyce's friend. What could she be thinking of?
"I can't talk right now..."
"You don't have to talk," he said, laughing softly. "But-"
"No buts, baby, no buts," he said, his breathing becoming uneven. "I could do nice things to your body. Make you feel real good, real nice."
Allison thought she would faint! Her fingers trembled around the receiver.
"This is wrong, wrong," she whispered, turning onto her side and drawing her knees up to her tits. She could almost feel his fingers touching her, his big hands pinning her shoulders down against the bed while his cock plowed through her pussy.
"It ain't wrong, not if you dig it," Jack countered. "I'm gonna come over, come on over and start takin' off your clothes."
He was getting bolder! Of course he was! If she had been any decent kind of girl, she would have hung up long ago. Instead, she had the receiver pressed against her ear, listening to his filth, secretly wishing he'd drop the phone and come over.
"No..." Allison whimpered.
"I'm gonna lick each nipple, suck it real nice at first, then suck hard 'til you're beggin' for more."
Allison felt a warm flush radiate from her pussy to all parts of her body. She was getting a dirty phone call-a call from her aunt's boyfriend! And now she was pushing down her shorts, touching her cunt, plowing her fingers through the sloppy folds of her cunt. She touched her pulsing, dripping clit as the filthy words kept pouring out of the receiver into her ear.
". . . suck those tits...nice tits, young nipples, man. You'd dig that, right? Bet you let those guys at school suck you off."
"No, no, I never..."
Allison shut her mouth. Somehow, telling him she was cherry was like agreeing to let him come over.
"A virgin?"
He paused, laughing lightly once more into the receiver. "Yes."
He laughed again. "Ain't too many of them around. That's okay, though. I dig poppin' cherries. Find 'em, suck 'em, pluck 'em, and fuck 'em."
Allison tried again to hang up. But she could no more stop this conversation than she could have climbed out from under the window last night. Her body was betraying her. She wanted Jack to come over, to do all those terrible things to her.
"You still there?"
Allison licked her lips, keeping the phone pressed against her ear.
"Ohhh yessss...I..."
"You dig gettin' tied up, roughed up a little? Don't matter whether you dig it or not. When I come over there, that's what it's gonna be...me on top of you, tellin' you what the fuck to do."
"No, no, you can't come over here! My aunt!" Allison protested. What would Aunt Joyce say if she were to come home suddenly and find her niece-her own flesh and blood-in bed with him?
"Don't tell me what I can't do, baby," Jack growled.
A flash of thrilling fuck lust raced up and down Allison's inner thighs, making her flesh crawl with forbidden delight. She realized she was clawing at her pussy with one hand while the other still gripped the receiver. She was panting.
"No, don't say these things to me, don't tell me those things!" Allison protested.
"Then why don't you hang the fuck up?"
Allison made a move to put the receiver back in the cradle. But her hands just wouldn't obey her mind. She was forced, in a way, to listen to Jack, to his filthy, wonderful words. She moved her fingers up and down her velvety cunt slit, touching all the sensitive parts, feeling the tiny muscles quivering. Jack was breathing hard into the receiver.
"Then I'm gonna fuck you real slow, maybe so slow, you'll beg me for more cock. That's what you want, right, baby? Cock?"
Allison felt her heart pounding so hard, she thought it would tear through her rib cage. She could feel cunt juice flowing from her pussy and wetting down her fingers. She wanted him to fuck her-to tear away her cherry and make her feel all those wonderful things she knew her aunt had felt.
"No, no!" It was a lie, and she knew he could tell that.
"I'll fuck you real slow," he repeated, sighing into the receiver. "You ever put a cock into your pussy? Yeah, how could you, if you're a fuckin' virgin?"
"Stop it."
"You ain't gonna say that once I start shovin' my cock in," Jack said, his breath catching.
He was jacking off! She was sure of it! She moaned, twisting her body against the bed.
"My cock's real dark at the tip-dark and big. You'll feel it when it slips in, 'cause it'll stretch your cunt. If you ain't been fucked, you're gonna go nuts when I slip this big prick into you. You ain't gonna want no other prick except mine!"
Allison closed her eyes, the phone sweaty-hot against her ear. She remembered how Jack looked, how big he was. Then she remembered how her aunt had acted, how she had kicked and clawed and screamed as best she could while the big stud fucked her silly.
"Oh no, no!" Allison was moving her ass up and down, rubbing her clit against her probing fingers. She was close to cumming-close to climaxing while he talked her into it.
"Man, baby, you've got me so fuckin' hot, I'm gonna come over now and finish up."
Allison fought through the red fog that had settled over her brain. "You can't. My aunt, it's just...just not right and..."
"Fuck right. I'm gonna come over. Betcha I can make you cum twice."
"No!"
"Don't matter, baby. I'm comin' over now," Jack said, hanging up.
Allison dropped the receiver to her side, hearing the buzzing of a disconnected line. Staring up at the ceiling, she fought for her breath. He was going to come over, and there was nothing she could do about it.
CHAPTER FOUR
For one half hour, Allison sat in the living room, her knees clamped together, her head in her hands. The mantle clock ticked maddeningly, marking off the seconds. At any moment, the terrified girl expected to hear the sounds of a car pulling up. Would it be her aunt coming home early? Would it be Jack carrying out his threat? She was confused, rubbing her fingertips over her forehead, wondering what on earth she was going to do if the big stud knocked on the door.
"Oh, what have I done?" she whispered, straightening her back, feeling the prickly material of the couch cushions rubbing against the backs of her legs. Time was passing.
Maybe he got off on talking to her over the phone and wouldn't come over. One part of her desperately wished that were true. Dealing with Jack would almost be impossible. And then, what would happen afterward? Would he tell her aunt about her, about how hot she was? And what would Aunt Joyce do?
Allison groaned, covering her face with her hands once more. She could well imagine her aunt telling her mother about what had happened! The shame, the embarrassment, would surely kill her.
Footsteps! Allison pulled her face from her hands and listened, her heart beating furiously. They were a man's footsteps-Jack's footsteps. Slowly, the girl rose from the couch, her hands crossed over her tits, her fingers rubbing her upper arms. Through the curtained window, she could see Jack's massive shape silhouetted. He paused, then reached up for the bell.
"Oh!" The jangling made Allison jump, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples. She wouldn't answer the door, she decided. Let him think she had run out. He could tell her aunt what he wished, and she would deny it. If nothing happened, there could be no lie to hide.
Again the buzzer! Allison backed away from the door, hugging her body hard with her hands, wishing Jack would just go away.
"Come on, baby, come on! I know you're in there. I'm gonna knock the door down if you don't come and let me in," he threatened.
With that, he hammered one fist against the wood, making the frosted glass panes rattle. The neighbors would hear him, would report this to her aunt. What should she do?"
"I said open the fuckin' door."
Shaking herself free of fear, Allison rushed to the door, flipped open the bolt and pulled it open. What had moved her to do that, she didn't know. But there she stood, trembling in the living room, staring up at the big, grinning stud.
"Better," he said, one hand braced against the door molding.
"Please, just go away. I...I don't want you to come in. My aunt...please..."
Allison couldn't think straight, couldn't talk with him staring at her like that. His gaze burned into her like a laser beam. It seemed to burn right through her clothing.
"You don't want me goin' away, do you?"
He was moving into the house, pushing her back, closing and locking the door.
"Oh, please don't-you don't know what you're doing!"
Allison felt her heart beating faster. He was staring at her, his black eyes glowing like coals. She dropped her gaze to his crotch, saw that hefty roll of cockmeat pressing up against his faded jeans. He was going to fuck her, drive his prick into her. "Oh no!"
Turning, Allison started to run from the room. One part of her still fought for her innocence, fought against the desire to fuck the man.
"You ain't goin' nowhere 'til I'm through with you!"
Jack bolted forward, reaching out and curling his fingers around the long strands of blonde hair streaming out behind her. She cried out, feeling her head jerk back. Hot jolts of pain shot through her scalp while her knees buckled from the agony. He was tugging on her hair, snagging it under his nails, laughing at her futile attempts at escape.
"Ooooow!" she cried, her eyes shut tight, tears oozing out from under her lashes.
She tried to stay upright, but her legs refused to obey her. She sank to the floor, Jack standing behind her, still tugging up on her hair. She straightened her back, begging him with a strangled voice not to hurt her.
"You play my game, baby, and you ain't gonna be hurt...much."
He let her go, stepping in front of her. She shrank back, her flesh crawling with terror. It was happening, really happening-the brutality-everything associated with it. "Sit up!"
When she hesitated, Jack raised his hand, then brought it down, striking her hard across one cheek with the back of his hand.
"Ughh!" Allison's head snapped to the right, her hair splashing over her face. She fell to her hands, tasting blood. Jack growled, and suddenly, the horror of what was happening surged through her.
"Oh no, please..."
Allison tensed when he raised his hand again. She scooted back, shaking the hair from her eyes, looking up with rounded, terrified eyes. The pain still throbbed in her scalp and cheek while beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She could feel the crotch panel of her panties clinging uncomfortably to her pussylips.
As sick as it was, she realized something inside her was turning on to this man, this treatment. It was last night all over again. Except this time, she, and not her aunt, was the victim.
"Oh, don't...don't!"
"Man, you and your fuckin' aunt," Jack said, shaking his head from side to side. "You're both the same. You beg for me to let up, then you want more."
"That's not true!" she blurted out. "Just wait."
Allison trembled, terrified. Jack only smiled back, both hands on his broad hips. His lips pulled back across his teeth-those white, square, powerful teeth. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself into a ball, she knew what was going to happen. She could see it in his eyes, read it on his lips. He enjoyed hurting women, forcing them to obey him, no matter what he did.
Her gaze shifted up to his raised hand. She watched his fingers spread, watched as his hand and arm came down at her in a broad arc. She screamed, her shriek cut short by the resounding slap.
"Oooohoohooh!"
The force of that blow turned her over part way. Her arms flailed out while one lag folded over the other. Tucking one leg under her ass, she tried scrambling up. But her strength failed. She was trapped in the living room.
Glancing around Jack's body, Alison saw it was only one-thirty, hours before her aunt returned! And then-then, she would be ruined!
"Stop. Please! I won't tell Aunt Joyce anything if you just stop now," she sobbed. "Come on."
Allison whimpered. She knew he would be brutal without conscience. He enjoyed humiliating her in her aunt's house. He would rape her without thinking twice about her.
Jack let her cry for a moment. But the excitement in the room was building rapidly.
"Come on." He reached down, curling his fingers around her right arm and hauling her up to her feet. "Let's go."
He shoved her hard between her shoulder blades. She stumbled forward, regained her balance, then stumbled again. He was forcing her into her aunt's bedroom! They marched down the hall, through the doorway, into the cool, dark room.
"Okay, baby, now I'm gonna see if you're a fuckin' cherry or not."
"No, no!"
Allison was curling her fingers into two fists, pressing them against her thighs. She watched as he crossed his arms and pulled off his white cotton T-shirt. Backing away from him, she stopped, feeling the edge of the bed brush up against the backs of her knees. In an instant, she wished she could suddenly see his cock-see it, touch it, feel it against her body. Her pussy was filled with a wild throbbing.
Sobbing, Allison turned her face. She couldn't possibly go through with this! It was shameful, unreal!
"Gotta tenderize you up a little. Come on," he said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt.
Allison watched as Jack gripped the buckle and pulled his black leather belt from the pant loops. Holding the belt in his hands, he advanced toward her, his free hand outstretched. She cringed backward, jerking out both hands to keep her balance. He had her cornered! There was nowhere to go except on the bed.
His hand came to rest on her shoulder and moved down. Then he gripped one side of her blouse and tugged. There was a tearing sound as the garment gave way and slipped from her shoulder. He tore again, ripping the blouse from her body.
"Stop!" Allison twisted around, her hands rising to catch her torn blouse. But Jack was brutal, pulling the shredded cloth from her body, then curling his fingers around her thin bra strap and tugging it back until the buckle in back tore loose.
Allison cried out, moving her hands up to cover her tits. Jack growled out something, spinning around and knocking her hands away from her tits. She stood there facing him now, half-naked, her high-riding, stiff-tipped tits slapping together from the violent move.
"Nice, nice, real nice," Jack sighed, licking his lips.
"You don't know what you're doing,"
Allison sobbed, feeling shamefully naked.
Jack only laughed at this, putting his hands on her chest and shoving her back on the bed. He jumped on top of her before she could roll away. Then, he pressed his mouth against hers so hard, her lips were cut by her own teeth. And his thick, rough tongue was lashing in deep, sending spit down her throat. And all the while, his hands were under her ass, working at the naked skin at the edge of her shorts.
He was squeezing hard, his calloused fingertips bruising her. Every time he squeezed hard, her legs pulled apart. Before she could scream out another protest, two fingers wiggled under the hem of her shorts. They were rubbing over the flesh between her ass and cunt. She twisted under that constant attack, gurgling into Jack's sucking mouth, trying to beat him away with her fists.
But he was too strong-far too strong for her to hurt. He only laughed at her weak attempts, kissing her harder, hurting her with those pinching hands while the cool leather brushed up against her thighs.
And still, to her surprise, she felt hot cunt juice seeping out of her cunt until her panties were wet with it. She was excited by his masculinity, by his brutality. Their bodies were pressing hard against each other, rubbing back and forth while he had his hands down near her cunt and ass-hole.
For one wild instant, Allison wondered how it was going to feel having that hard cock shoved in her cunt. Thinking about it made her want to fuck him all over again. It was wrong-wrong having a man fucking her, wrong having him fucking her right in her aunt's bedroom.
"Nice, nice," Jack whispered again, pulling his mouth free of hers.
"No, oh God!"
Arching her back, Allison wallowed her shoulders and back against the mattress. She could hear the headboard pounding against the wall. It was just like last night. That thought came back to her again and again as Jack played with her.
"Feelin' real good, right, bitch? You're a real hot bitch, right?"
"Oh, no, no! You can't make me...can't make me feel that way!" she panted.
"Yeah? Baby, you're gonna be beggin' for my cock when I get through with you," Jack snarled, grinning down at her.
With that, he reached down, cupping one hand over her tender pussy. Allison groaned, throwing her head back into the soft pillow, feeling her cunt explode into a riot of hot feelings. She couldn't hide what was going on in her body. That was impossible. Jack now could feel how wet her cunt was, how damp her panties were. He was working his fingers back and forth, rubbing the nylon of her briefs into her seeping cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhh..." she moaned hotly as his fingers worked over her swollen cunt lips.
She loved that sensation-the feeling of his fingers milking the rubbery edges of her cunt labia together until creamy foam started dripping from between them.
There was the sound of a zipper coming down. He was getting ready to fuck her! She was gasping, frantically bucking down so he couldn't tear off her panties. His chest was rubbing against her nipples, the hairs scratching against her sensitive tit nubs.
She had almost let him strip her without a fight. But then she had thought of her mother and aunt, of the trouble she was going to get into if anyone ever found out about her and Jack. She struggled under the big man, writhing against his weight, begging him again to let her go.
"Gone too fuckin' far now, baby. Too far," he moaned.
Allison felt his strong hard fingers reaching inside her shorts, slipping under her panties. Gasping, she shoved her ass deep into the mattress to keep her shorts on. There was an experimental tug. The shorts held firm. Then
Allison felt Jack's fingers curl into a fist under her. He tugged again, harder. There was a tearing, ripping sound, one that sent chills rushing up and down her flesh. The shorts and panties ripped open. Her cunt was naked.
"Pussy," he whispered in her ear, massaging her cunt lightly.
Against her will, Allison felt her ass push up to the wonderful rubbing sensation. She was on fire, spread open, moaning under her breath. She felt her cunt running with hot fuck juice, felt her thighs ignite with a lust that drove out all thoughts from her mind.
"Fucking, baby, fucking."
"Fucking," Allison whispered back, not realizing what she was saying.
"Yeah," Jack grunted, pushing himself off the thrashing girl. "Knew I'd have you beggin' for it. But you're gonna have to work for it...just like your fuckin' aunt does."
"What?"
He was gone. The wonderful, firm, warm pressure of his body against hers was gone. Allison opened her eyes, blinking up at the big man, who now stood by the side of the bed. His cock was long and hard and thick, the crimson tip pulsing, while beads of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.
"Turn over," Jack ordered, making a circular movement with one hand.
Obediently, Allison did what she was told, feeling her tits being squashed under her chest. She dug her knees into the soft mattress, shaking loose strands of hair from her face. She felt a draft chill the damp flesh between her ass cheeks.
The belt! Yes, the belt! She heard it snapping against his thighs. He was going to hit her with it-beat her ass raw with the leather!
"Oh God, dear God!" she moaned, burying her face in the pillow, shoving her fists into the soft material as she waited for the first blow. Her cunt lips quivered against the soft material of the coverlet while Jack wheezed behind her.
Still, there was no beating, no belting. Moving her face from the pillow, Allison peered over one shoulder biting her quivering lower lip. She saw Jack studying her body, his gaze riveted to her ass cheeks. She felt his stare on the delicate swell of her firm, plump ass. The belt hung limply, his fingers squeezing the buckle hard. And his cock! How hard, how hot it looked! She felt her pussy spasm, felt her clit throb.
"Bitch!"
That was the signal. Allison jerked her head back around, burying her face in the cool pillow. She could hear the leather snap in the air, hear the belt hissing through the atmosphere down toward the ass.
"Ughhhh!"
There was a sharp, hot sensation followed by a loud cracking sound. She screamed again into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the material while her body jerked under the cruel blow. She could feel her ass cheeks heating up, jiggling under the whipping. Another blow, and then another-the third raising a bluish welt. She screamed as the leather smacked her, making her ass cheeks dance and redden. And this, she knew, was only the beginning.
CHAPTER FIVE
Allison's knees dug into the mattress, jerking apart, forcing her ass cheeks to spread. The tip of the belt had come down hard in her ass crack, the end curling around and touching the bottom of her cunt lips. It was as if her pussy had been set on fire. Her clit seemed to explode while her shitter clamped down on nothing. She screamed, her fingernails tearing the pillowcase. Again and again, the belt came down, lashing her jiggling ass-cheeks.
Allison squirmed and whimpered, the long red marks from the belt crisscrossing her ass and lower back. The gasping behind her only added to the excitement building steadily in the room. Again and again, she swore she wouldn't cry out, wouldn't sob out her terror and pain. That only goaded the big stud more. But the leather burned her ass and back terribly. It was almost as if he were branding her ass! Jack kept hitting her ass cheeks again and again, making her wonder if he would ever stop.
Then a break in the beating. She controlled her sobs once more, raising her head from the pillow and turning around. Jack was rubbing his arm. His body was glistening with sweat; his black hair was plastered down on his skull and forehead. He was smiling down at her-a terrible smile-one she thought she would only see in hell.
"Likin' it, ain'tcha, baby? I know your type."
Allison shook her head from side to side, tears blinding her vision.
"Don't lie to me, bitch."
She saw the belt snap up high over his head once more. It was too awful to watch! She buried her face in the pillow once more. Again, the belt crashed down, sometimes across her jutting shoulder blades, but more often across her plump, firm ass. With each blow, the nerves in her cunt vibrated stronger and stronger, the vibrations spreading to her clit. It was stretched to the bursting point, threatening to erupt again and again as the hot, agonizing blows snapped across her ass.
"Uuuuggghhh!" Allison chewed the pillow, hiding her lust-contorted face in the lumpy material. She kept her ass cheeks tensed for a moment, then rhythmically opened and closed them. She was matching her movements with the steady blows from the belt. Jack saw this and smiled.
"Yeah, just like the old lady."
The beating stopped again. Allison turned her tear-streaked face back around and saw Jack throwing the belt to the floor. He was rubbing his fingers up and down his cock, greasing it down with his cum.
How numb that beating had made her ass! And yet, how it had excited her pussy! There was a strange connection between all that pain and the hot, rushing excitement she was feeling now in her cunt.
"More, now. More."
Jack climbed onto the bed, shoving the girl to one side. The bed sagged under his weight. She could smell his body-a wonderful, masculine smell she had only heard about before. Her heart stopped, then started again as she thought about what was going to happen next.
"Ugh!" she groaned.
"You yell, and I'll punch the shit outta you 'til your jaw breaks," Jack growled threateningly.
She was far too excited to have that happen. She wasn't going to call out for help now. She loved the rough feel of his hands coursing over her naked body. He was playing games with her now, teasing her naked flesh, kneading the skin into tight little balls between his fingers until she squeaked with pain. When she cried out loudly, he raised one hand and backhanded her, threatening to break her jaw if she did that again.
"Oooohhh!"
Allison was back on her belly once more. She felt him rubbing her ass mounds, squeezing the red, tender flesh until she groaned into the mattress. She ground her belly and tits against the coverlet, not trying to escape the big man's insistent hands any more.
"Nice, nice! Could ass-fuck you and keep you a fuckin' cherry."
"No!" Vaguely, the girl knew what he was talking about and protested violently against this.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Your cunt's too much an attraction to pass up.'
Gripping her by the shoulders, Jack rolled her around once more. She felt him reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, forcing it into her tight, moist cunt. There was pain as he jammed in far up, to her tough cherry.
"No!" She arched her back, shoving her head into the pillow while she tried snapping her knees together protectively. It was useless. Jack knocked her legs apart and kept jamming his thumb in her pussy, his knuckles rubbing sensuously against her convulsing cunt labia. The agony was something she had never felt before in her life! The more he pressed in, the more he was hurting her. And then...and then his thumb tore something deep inside her!
"Auuuugghh!"
Allison thought she was going to pass out. She shivered as if touched by an electric wire! For a moment, she thought he had stabbed her in the belly with a knife. Then she realized he had torn through her cherry with his thumb!
"Ohhh no, no, noooo..." Allison's voice trailed away as the muscles along her inner thighs relaxed.
He had done it. He had torn away her innocence-ripped out her cherry! She bit down on her lower lip once more, turning her face away, unable to stare him in the face.
"Bleedin' down there a little, huh?" He wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Just make things a little smoother when I fuck you."
"No!"
Allison jerked and convulsed in an attempt to wrench free of Jack's grip. But his thumb stayed inside her pussy, smoothing over her slick cunt walls, caressing the torn area where her cherry had been anchored.
"Nice. nice. Ain't fucked a cherry since I got outta high school. Thought most girls popped their cherries early these days. Guess you ain't been around as much as I thought. Better for me."
"You...bastard!" Allison moaned, shocking herself at using such foul language.
"Shut your face up, and relax. You'll enjoy this fuck as much as I will."
To emphasize what he was going to do, Jack pulled her ass cheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide open as he moved both thumbs down and caressed her dripping pussy labia. The movement of those sliding thumbs made the girl's cunt start lubing up once more. Slick cunt juice started mixing with the small amount of pink froth coming out of her fuck hole.
Instinctively, she started moving her hips up and down in a gentle fucking action. Jack smiled with satisfaction, sneering down at her while continuing to smooth his thumbnails over her injured pussy flesh.
"No more!" Allison gasped, twisting her head around.
"You want it all, don'tcha, babe?"
"No, no, that isn't true! No more!"
She was sobbing with renewed humiliation, not understanding why she was responding to this man's violent treatment of her cunt. He had hurt her, beaten her, slapped her, then flung her down and ripped out her cherry with his thumb. And still, she was responding to him, twisting her body around so she could feel his fingers probe more intensely along her pussy walls. She had watched her aunt do this. The more he had humiliated Aunt Joyce, the more she seemed to enjoy it.
Allison's body jerked, her knees snapping up and nearly slamming into her tits. She felt another finger slip into her cunt, crawling up into her sucking cunt. Her pussy was making soft sucking motions, the muscles clenching, relaxing, the clenching against Jack's fingers.
"Baby, baby," Jack moaned.
Allison twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out and stabbed in and out of her cunt. He was touching her clit now, playing with the nerve-rich piece of cunt flesh until he had her groaning and grunting like a stuck pig.
"No, no, no!"
His finger moved down the furred edges of her pussy to her tight little fuck hole. Her cunt flesh was gripping his invading fingers, stretching, widening, as he fucked her. Her pussy was sucking harder, pulling at his finger, trying to suck it in deeper.
"Startin' to loosen up, huh?"
Allison wept harder, sobbing with shame and humiliation. It wasn't enough that she had let this horrible man in. Now she was moving her body around, actually showing him she was enjoying his lewd behavior. She could see the mocking laughter in his eyes.
"Stop it...uhhhhh, stop...it!"
It was useless to protest, to hope to knock Jack away from her. She felt his awful finger in her seething pussy. It was scraping away at the slick insides of her cunt. She grimaced, her forehead wrinkling as she let out another shuddering breath.
Then, suddenly Jack's finger slipped out of her cunt, its withdrawal making her gasp. She felt the sudden emptiness, heard the slick, sucking sound he made with that move. He was sliding between her thighs a little more now. She could feel the head of his fat cock pressing against the bottom of her cunt mound. His balls were sliding over her thighs-fat, leathery, cum-filled orbs growing taut against this groin. He was edging forward a little more, his arms braced on either side of her body. She sighed, feeling his thick prick meat pressing against her cunt slit.
His cock was so big, so very, very big! She had watched him fucking her aunt from a distance. Of course, she had seen just how enormous his prick was. But somehow, that distance had distorted reality, had made his prick seem just a little bit smaller, more manageable.
"You can't...can't think of sticking your...that thing in me!" she gasped, her eyes rounded with growing fear.
Jack only laughed.
There was little for the girl to laugh about. Sometimes, in the school John; the other girls would giggle about the sizes of guys' cocks. Some of them had seen cocks, had even fucked boys. She and the others would stand by the sinks, listening to them talk about eight-inch cunt-splitters. Of course, few of them believed a guy could have such a big cock dangling between his legs. Now she was a believer!
"Ohhhhh no! No, no!"
There was nothing small, nothing yielding, nothing soft about his cock as it pressed against her pussy slit now. Jack was rubbing his cock up and down, grunting with approval as he saw more fuck cream seeping out of her fuzzy pussy slit.
Allison tried jerking her thighs to one side, then the other. She knew she wouldn't be able to take something that big, that thick and hard up her cunt! His cock would split her apart, kill her!
Terror gripped the young girl as she felt the pressure increase against her cunt lips. Jack was guiding his cock in. She could feel her cunt lips gradually peeling back, spreading, making room for his fat, bulbous cockhead.
"Hold steady, baby. It'll be easier that way."
Reaching up, Jack gripped Allison's hair, pulling hard on it until she yelped with pain. Her eyes blurred with tears as he breathed heavily into her face.
"Now, bitch! Now I'm gonna rip you up," he growled.
Allison felt her inner cunt lips being forced apart. She pressed her shoulders against the soft mattress as his cockhead began shoving into her pussy. She clenched her teeth togetehr and let out a long, low moan.
"Nooooo...ohhhhh, nooooooo!"
Jack shook his head, edging back a little, then shoving his cock down and in once more. Allison grimaced with pain. Her moans became louder and stronger, her movements more jerky and uneven as the pressure on her pussy hole built. She shuddered, begging Jack once more to pull out. Soon, her words became nothing but a torrent of babbling groans and gasps as his bulbous head finally slipped past her outer labia.
"Aahahhh!" She felt his cock grinding its way into her pussy. Her legs jerked out on either side of her body.
"Shaddup, bitch!" Jack growled, arching back and raising one hand from the mattress.
When Allison continued to cry out, he slapped her hard across the face, temporarily stunning her. Yanking her hair again, making her cry out, he dug his knees into the mattress and brought his legs up tight against her ass. More inches of his thick piece of throbbing prick meat rammed up her cunt. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her vocal cords were paralyzed, frozen with terror and pain and delight.
She screamed a third time, twisting her head from left to right, thinking Jack was going to pull out all of her hair. Instead of slapping her as she thought he would, he kept shoving more and more of his cock up her pussy until she thought it would be coming out of her mouth soon. Shock wave after shock wave slammed into her, knocking the wind from her lungs.
"Oh yeah, yeah! You're real nice, baby. Nice and hot and wet and tight. Your aunt's not bad. But shit! Her cunt ain't tight like yours," Jack muttered.
Allison sobbed, turning her face away from the leering man above her. The pressure had stopped. He lowered his head, his long black hair hanging over her face while he tried to catch his breath. The muscles along her thighs and ass cramped from the awkward position she was in. And her pussy throbbed from the penetration. She had wanted him to fuck her when she saw her aunt kicking and thrashing around with him on the bed the night before. Now she knew why her aunt was going crazy, and she was about to lose her cool as well, feeling her pussy walls being stretched to their tearing point.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned.
He pulled back, his flanged cockhead tugging at her sensitive cunt walls. Allison's eyes rounded, her back arching and pounding against the mattress. Her legs jerked together once more, her knees snapping her head from one side to the other.
And then, he was fucking her once more. In, in, down and down, his cock went until Allison once more thought it would finally come out her mouth. She choked and gagged, feeling the room spinning wildly around her. There was no up, no down-no anything, except her cunt and that wonderful, awful cock spreading her fuck hole open.
"Baby, come on! Move that ass-move it around, baby. I wanna feel it bouncin' off me and the bed," Jack grunted.
He didn't have to encourage her too much at this point. He was fucking her with a pounding rhythm now, his balls slapping against her upturned ass cheeks while his arms pressed in against her shoulders. Her ankles rubbed frantically against his neck as his prick rammed in again and again, faster and faster, making her grunt like a pig with each forward thrust.
"God, ohhhhhhh God!"
He was pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing hard until she yelped with pain. She soon found herself rolling, tensing her ass muscles and jerking her ass off the mattress while he continued pinching her tits.
Something else was happening as well-something she couldn't quite understand. There was a hot, hard ball of tension developing somewhere between her cunt and belly. She could feel it wadding up, slipping a little as the fucking continued. She raised one arm, straightened it, then brought it down on Jack's back, curling her fingers and raking her nails over his flesh.
He was so big, so massive, so powerful. She held onto him tightly, then brought her other hand up around his neck and lifted her ass off the bed. Soon, she found herself gripping the young stud as if he were saving her from drowning. At times, her legs and arms tightened so much around him that he raised her off the bed.
"Go for it, bitch, go for it!"
Jack was pounding his cock faster and faster, sweat dripping off his head and sprinkling onto Allison's jiggling tits.
"Ohhh, what's happening?" Allison wondered out loud, feeling incredibly hot down in her cunt. She was cumming!
CHAPTER SIX
"Man, move it! Yeah, like that-move your fuckin ass around," he whispered in her ear.
"Oh yes, yes," she panted.
"Move that ass. Awwww, shit, baby, you're makin' my prick feel real good, real good and hot. Christ, I'm gonna blow my nuts in your cunt...uuuhuuuhhh...real soon, real soon."
Allison's flesh crawled with itchy, hot chills of delight. He was going to dump his load of jizz in her cunt! She moaned, feeling her body rise off the bed, then fall back down again. Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt his cock ballooning in her cunt. Was that possible? Could a cock like that swell up even more-stretch her pussy out even more than before?
They had never said anything bout that in sex education class. But how many things they'd never said anything about in class! Even in her conversations with the others in the john, she never guessed fucking could be so much fun and so exhausting. Her body dripped with perspiration, her tits slapping wetly together while her legs sawed back and forth against Jack's neck. She was thrashing around like a madwoman, her long blond hair splashing in tangles around her throat. Every muscle in her body tensed, wound up, got ready for her one big blast, her first big cum with a cock in her pussy!
The bed creaked, the headboard slamming angrily against the wall. For a moment, she thought about the possibility of cracked plaster. Then, all thoughts flew from her mind. Jack was on top of her, his fingers pinching her cruelly, his cock pounding in her cunt, his knees digging into her ass. Nothing existed in the world-nothing except the two of them!
"Aaaaaah!" she sighed.
Angry flashes of desire raced up and down her pussy, building up, making her quiver. She backed up into the big man, wagging her ass around. Nothing could compare to fucking.
She could understand why her normally staid aunt had risked everything-her reputation, her honor-to fuck this stud. Her mind was filled with all sorts of images, of people fucking in all sorts of positions, while Jack fucked her into oblivion.
"Oh, oh, ooowwwwww!"
Allison couldn't hold back any more. She was going crazy as the maddening sensations intensified. Jack's cock was working in and out of the seething furnace of her cunt. She felt his hands roaming all over her body. Sometimes they reached down for her ass, grabbing fistfuls of white ass flesh and squeezing until she screamed in pain. At other times, he was back at her tits, pinching her nipples, squeezing them until she thought he would tear them off.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Allison could hear the urgency in his voice, suspected that some moment of crisis was coming. He was going to blow his nuts, drop a load of jizz in her! But she wanted more-more of that wild sensations rushing through her pussy now.
Jack stopped his fucking movements for a second, his body freezing, then trembling mightily. Looking up through her long lashes, Allison saw his face blanch, then tremble. Snapping his head back, he slammed his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in her pussy. She let out a yelp, then another, and then another as she felt his burning cum melt into her cunt walls.
Wad after wad of the burning goo spurted into her pussy, triggering a climax that knocked the wind from her lungs. She squirmed madly on the mattress, her ankles kicking against Jack's neck while her fingernails raked over his broad shoulders. She arched her back like a cat, bouncing her head off the bed. Strangled, choked cries broke from her throat while her cunt muscles convulsed. She could feel her tiny pussy muscles grip Jack's spurting prick, holding his cock meat hard while sparks of climax shot through her fuck hole.
"No, oh no, ohhhhhh!"
It was like last night, only much, much better. There was more than just her finger wiggling around inside her pussy. Then, she had pressed herself up against the sink, pinching her own tits, playing with her cunt, thinking about how it would feel to have a stud-a real stud-on top of her, fucking her brains out. Now she knew, and it was so wonderful!
"Baby, baby," Jack murmured, falling on top of her body and smoothing his palms over her flesh.
Allison groaned under his weight, still feeling those hot electrical flashes shooting through her pussy. It was marvelous feeling Jack all over her, his hot, hairy flesh tickling her skin. And still he was cumming. Still, she could feel his cock pulsing inside her cunt.
Allison shifted her thighs from side to side, loving the sensation of his wiry cockhairs brushing over her clit. And those balls! How nice and warm they were, resting between her splayed thighs! Sighing, the girl felt all energy seeping from her body. She felt like a dish rag-a filthy rag-draped over her aunt's bed, cum oozing from her pussy and trickling down her ass.
"Baby, nice fuckin'. Real nice fuckin'. Man, you're born to it, just like your aunt."
Her aunt! Reality began to trickle in. Allison turned her head away, closing her eyes. How on earth would she be able to deal with this? What if Jack told Aunt Joyce? What if the woman found out that her niece had been fucking her boyfriend right there in her own bed? Once more, Allison thought of the scandal, of what her mother would do once she found out!
"Thinkin' I'm gonna snitch on you, right?" Jack asked, propping his head up on one hand and tracing his finger between her tits.
"I...I don't know what to think," Allison replied honestly.
"I could tell your aunt. Don't make much difference to me," Jack said, shrugging while staring at the trembling girl.
Allison thought she was going to be sick. She knew he would enjoy doing something like that, watching her aunt turn white with anger and shame while he narrated in detail just how she had fucked him.
"I can get cunts any time I want 'em. That's how I got your aunt, you know."
"What?" Allison asked, her curiosity piqued.
"She was just some dumb librarian, just kinda wastin' her time around all those damned books. I was in there one day and followed her-just kinda followed that ass around the stacks," Jack said, smiling crazily. "And then...man, you know, we fucked in that fuckin' library." He let out a sharp laugh.
Allison thought of her aunt with her skirt up around her waist, growing crazy there while a few feet away, people were trying to study. It was a bizarre picture.
"The rest's history. She digs the same thing you do," Jack said, reaching up and pinching Allison's nipples once more.
Allison winced. For a moment, she was going to tell him she'd seen the two of them fucking last night. But then she thought twice about the matter and let it go.
"Naw, I ain't gonna fink on you...yet, baby. But you gotta be nice to me, understand?" Jack said, pulling his cock slowly out of her slackening cunt.
Allison shivered, feeling strange sensations racing up and down her spine and arms and legs as he withdrew. Gobs of cum seeped from her fuck hole and trickled down her asscrack.
"Ohhhhhh..." She felt the fat head of his cock tugging at her cunt lips. In a moment, it was out. Jack was crawling back on the bed, his prick swinging back and forth like a thick piece of rope. Closing her eyes, she half-turned on the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest. She had been fucked-really fucked! It had been the realization of her wildest fantasy-a dream come true! She had crouched in the bushes the other night, watching her aunt getting fucked by this stud. And now, there she was, in the same bed, spread open, fucked!
"Don't you say nothin' to your aunt, neither, baby," Jack said, buttoning up his shirt and shoving it into his pants. "Don't want my little harem gettin' angry at me, right?"
He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked up hard. She screamed, reaching back and slapping at him. Her legs kicked out as the pain shot through her scalp.
"Just a reminder, baby-just a reminder," he said, letting her go.
Allison watched as he walked from the bedroom. She listened carefully as his footsteps grew fainter and fainter. Finally, she heard the front door slam shut. Thank God, thank God, the ordeal is over! she thought. And yet, at the same time, she found herself missing him. There was that horrible other part of her mind that wanted more of his brutality, more of his fucking.
She folded her arms around her naked body and shut her eyes, finding herself smiling as she thought about the way he had beaten her, had forced her down onto the bed, and had popped her cherry. The sensations still rocked her body. Opening her mouth, she let out a tired little sigh. She had to get up and straighten the bed so her aunt wouldn't know what had happened.
The muscles in her ass and thighs ached from the strain of being tossed around and fucked. Cum oozed from her pussy, trickling down her thighs. She turned and studied the bed, examining the coverlet that had nearly slipped off. The pillows were gathered together, one atop the other, like two people fucking. One of the cases had been shredded and chewed beyond salvation. She would have to change the sheets, dispose of these. Perhaps her aunt woulnd't notice.
Allison worked quickly, padding into the shower and loving the sexy feel of the pelting warm water against her flesh. She trembled when she lathered her swollen cunt. She leaned against the glass door, letting the spray touch her pussy and her clit! She twisted her body slowly from side to side under that spray, feeling a kind of mini-orgasm rocking her body.
Time passed. When it was nearly five, Allison heard someone come to the front door. At first, she thought it was Jack for a repeat performance, and she felt chills rushing up and down her spine. He had said he wasn't going to say anything to Aunt Joyce. But, then again, maybe he had thought about it and changed his mind. She stood there in the middle of the living room, wishing she could die.
But no, it couldn't be Jack! Whoever it was was fishing for his keys. And Aunt Joyce always came in the rear door.
"Oh!"
"Hi! I'm back from the trip early."
It was Ned, carrying a nylon roll bag with a frame back tied tightly to his broad back.
They had only met briefly before he took off for the mountains with his buddies. Allison had thought him handsome. But then other things had crowded thoughts of her attractive cousin from her mind. Now she stood there in front of him, gaping like a fool.
He was handsome-much more classically handsome than Jack. And he had a build to match his looks. He kicked the door shut, dropping the damp roll bag to the floor, then unbuckling and shrugging off the heavy backpack. Allison could hear the clanking of pots and pans inside the pack.
"Got so damned cold up there, couldn't take much more of it. Didn't have the down mummy bags to sleep in. We'll try it out later."
He was opening the backpack, looking up and smiling at the silent girl. She felt confused, disoriented as she stared back at her cousin. She could still feel the warm belt marks made by Jack on her ass. The bruises he had created by slapping her across the face weren't really permanent blemishes and had disappeared within an hour after he'd left. But somehow, she felt signs were all over her that showed what she had just done.
"Something wrong?" Ned asked, brushing back a stray lock of hair.
"No...no, nothing. It's just...just that I wasn't expecting you," Allison said, trying to clear her mind.
"Yeah, it's gonna be a surprise for mom too," Ned said, starting to pull items out from his pack.
Jack! Her aunt was going out on a date tonight. What kind of excuse was she going to use with her son? Had she done this before? Again, the girl's curiosity was piqued.
"I...I think your mom's got something planned for tonight. She's going to be disappointed...I mean, about not being able to be home, your first night and all that."
Allison was feeling a little more sure of herself now. But, oddly enough, she was having a bit of trouble catching her breath. Was she growing excited-sexually aroused by her own cousin? Wrinkling her forehead, she screwed up her eyes and thought about that as he finished unpacking.
Am I turning into some kind of nymphomaniac? she wondered. Or is this some kind of natural reaction every woman has after she's first been fucked? She wished she had someone to talk to, someone who knew about these sorts of things.
"There's mom now!"
Allison walked to the kitchen, leaving mother and son alone for a while. Of course, Aunt Joyce was surprised. But she recovered enough to pump her son about what happened in the mountains, how he liked it, when he was going back. It all seemed so normal. Even afterward, at the dinner table, they all chatted merrily. Only once did Allison notice her aunt glance down at her wrist watch.
It was getting close to that time, that moment when she'd be sampling Jack's wares. Allison wondered a little maliciously if Jack would be in top form tonight. After all, he had worked his body up pretty hard while fucking her. She remembered how he'd whipped her ass until he was sweating heavily. And then that fucking! He had rammed his cock into her cunt. Even now, while she spooned the pudding into her mouth, she remembered how his cock had split her open, stretched her pussy walls to the ripping point.
"I've got another of those boring meetings tonight at the library, dear," Aunt Joyce said, folding her napkin neatly into a square and putting it down to one side of her plate. Allison nearly choked on her milk. "But I'm sure the two of you will find something to do. Maybe another movie, Allison."
"I don't know, Mom. I'm awfully tired. Probably I'm just gonna hit the hay," Ned said, stretching his muscular arms over his head and yawning.
Allison found herself looking steadily at the young man. She wasn't going to start anything under this roof. She had done enough as it was. Helping her aunt clear the table, she glanced over at her cousin every now and then.
She wanted to throw down the dishes and scream out the truth. Instead, she quietly dried them, stacking them neatly while Joyce excused herself, dressed quickly, then left.
"I'm going downstairs to work on some stuff. Wanna come?" Ned asked as Allison walked from the kitchen into the living room. He was scratching his flat belly.
"No, I think I'm going to do some reading."
Allison saw that his T-shirt had pulled out from his trousers, exposing his smooth, tanned flesh. Again, she cautioned herself against starting something she couldn't finish. After all, there was Jack she still had to deal with. That might still get her thrown out in the streets if her aunt were ever to find out.
"Suit yourself," Ned said, casting a kind of fishy look at her.
Allison ignored it, sauntering through the room up the stairs. But once in her bedroom, she thought about that invitation, thought about her duties to her family, to her aunt. She had already done something society would consider terrible.
It's like a criminal's first murder, she thought, stretching her body across the mattress and staring blankly at the ceiling. The first is always the worst. But then another comes, and then another, and another. Soon, it all seemed so normal, so...inevitable!
That burning in her cunt was coming back again. Lying there, she thought of Jack, of his big, powerful hands. She had loved his touch. And her aunt was enjoying it now! Aunt Joyce was having the time of her life while Allison lay in bed alone. Awful, awful thoughts for her to be having. Perhaps she shouldn't even be thinking of fucking. After all, according to her mother, she was still a little girl, just barely out of the stage of playing with dolls. But how could she ignore that concentrated feeling making her cunt feel all hot and mushy inside? Her clit was starting to get stiff again, pushing up from the surrounding moist, dark-red cunt-meat.
And downstairs, there was her cousin-her own flesh and blood-who had invited her to go downstairs with him. Invited her! Of course, there was probably nothing to do it. But just being near a male like that would help.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Allison stood up, straightened her dress, glanced in the mirror, then found herself walking from her room down the hall to the stairs. Below, she could hear the faint sounds of someone working on wood. She stopped at the top of the stairs and swallowed hard. Maybe she was taking on too much this time. She could feel her nipples pushing out against her bra. She didn't know the first thing about men, not really. And here she was, ready to go down to the basement to her cousin and...and do what? She didn't really know.
Breathing heavily, she padded downstairs, waiting for fate to take over. By the time she reached the basement door, she was only thinking of the next few minutes. Putting one foot in front of the other, she descended, feeling light-headed for the second time that day.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ned?"
There was no sound. She was halfway down the stairs when all the pounding stopped. She held her breath. Her heart felt heavy as it pounded against her chest. Maybe he was in the downstairs bathroom, relieving himself. Just the thought of him standing there with his fingers gripping his prick made her shiver. Putting one hand to her chest, she finished walking down the stairs, squinting through the darkness to see if her cousin were still there.
"Ned?"
Still no answer. It was strange. Her foot hit the concrete while she still held onto the wooden handrail. There was an unpleasant musky odor in the basement, the kind of smell most cellars had when they weren't cleaned too well. Allison wrinkled up her nose and was about to climb back up when she heard something.
"So, you decided to come on down?"
It was Ned, stepping under one yellowish light hanging from the ceiling.
"Yes. I thought...well, it was kinda boring up there, and I thought we could talk...or something."
Her voice dropped suggestively. She didn't want to seem so obvious, especially to her own cousin! She flushed red, thanking God it was so dark, Ned probably didn't notice. Glancing up, she saw him staring at her, a slightly mocking smile on his lips.
"Come on. I wanna show you what I've been working on when I'm not out. Mom doesn't know about it." He beckoned to her while backing up.
Allison shrugged and followed, pushing aside an old blanket he had put up to block off one part of the cellar.
"Oh, what is it?"
She stopped some ten feet behind her cousin, wrinkling her forehead in curiosity at the strange wooden object in front of her.
"Oh, something to have fun with. like I said, mom doesn't know it's down here."
"Oh, I won't say a word," Allison said, examining the strange contraption.
It was all wood-something like a large picture frame. It was attached to a larger surrounding square of wood by two rounded stakes driven in at the sides, so it could be rotated. There were rounded metal things attached at the top and bottom of the inner frame, although from her vantage point, Allison couldn't tell what they were.
"What's it used for?" she asked, starting to move toward her cousin.
"Wanna see?"
Allison stopped, her heart beating more savagely than before. There was something in his tone of voice-that certain catch between words-that reminded her of Jack. He'd spoken that way just before he'd jumped her and fucked her. She stopped, watching Ned rub his nose, look to that odd contraption, then look back at her.
"I...dunno," she said dully, shrugging nervously.
"Come on," Ned said, stretching out his hand.
Allison started toward him, feeling strange about the whole situation. And then, when his fingers gripped her wrists, she thought twice again, pulling back, her ass angling out while her arms and legs tensed.
"Come on. Nothin's gonna bite you," he said, dragging her toward the object.
"You mean your mom's never seen this?" she asked, her eyes widening. There were cuffs, attached to the top and bottom of the construction. "How could she miss it? I mean, your pounding around and dragging the materials down here and all that?"
"She's wrapped up in that dumb library," Ned said. "Besides, she thinks I'm makin' something for my mountain hiking. I guess mom's not worrying what I do down here as long as I'm not on drugs or something. Too bad she doesn't know what's really going on."
Allison felt a chill rush up and down her spine. She tried once more tugging her arm from her cousin's grip. But he was still holding onto her firmly.
"What do you mean?" she asked, seeing an unnatural light suddenly flicker in her cousin's blue eyes.
"Oh, some of us guys-the ones who go out on the hikes and all that-well, some of us kinda formed a club. It's special, you see, and we get girls and...you know, Allison. You're from L.A."
"No, I don't."
The blonde teen felt her cunt flesh tighten and grow hot.
"Fuck 'em, man. But we've been doing that for a long time. Some of us have kinda...branched out into doing something different. Now do you understand?"
She was beginning to. It was Jack all over again-Jack with his brutal stare, with those brightly burning eyes that promised so much and delivered even more! Again, she tugged back, but this time, not so violently.
"No, just let me go, Ned. Please. I'm tired. Besides, your mom's gonna be coming home and..."
"She's at those dumb meetings 'til about midnight. It's only eight," he said, glancing down at his watch. "Too bad it's a little late, or I'd call up some of the guys and have 'em come over. They're probably conked out now, in the sack. That's okay. Gives me more time with you."
He gripped her wrist more tightly, pulling her toward the frames.
"You don't know what you're doing. Please, Ned, don't!"
"Get you outta those clothes first, then...then we'll play."
"Oh no, don't! Don't do this to me!" she cried, feeling his arms span her waist like iron tongs. She twisted in his grip, half of her wanting to escape, the other half wanting to see what was going to happen.
"I can see you're real hot, man, real hot!
You wanna know what this is about, right."
"No, I don't!"
She felt his hands roaming up her back, unbuttoning her blouse-felt his calloused fingertips rubbing up against her flesh. This had happened to her only a few hours ago. Just a few hours ago, another man had pulled off her things, had flung her down and fucked her. And once more, she was letting it happen. Only this time, it was worse, far worse! This was her own cousin!
"Stop!" But her protest was weak, a lie, and Ned could see it.
He laughed through his teeth, pulling off her cotton blouse, then shoving his fingers up under the tight elastic band of her bra and unbuckling it. She sighed, resting her head against his throat as she felt the cups sliding off her tits and falling to the floor. Inhaling sharply, she moaned, feeling Ned's hands push into her tits and rub over her stiffened nipples.
"So you don't wanna find out about me-about this, huh? Shit, what a joke!"
The next moment, Allison felt his lips pressing hard against hers. His tongue was stabbing into her mouth, and she could feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. It was pushing against her belly. He was so tall, so big. And she was more than a little afraid of what was going to happen. But once more
Allison felt herself swept up in currents of emotion she didn't understand. The girl was willing to try anything. No, more than that! She wanted to try everything he could throw at her. Her nerves, her emotions demanded that.
"You...you're taking a chance...such a chance," she moaned. Allison didn't know what her cousin had planned for her. But she wanted it, wanted it all.
He passed one arm over her shoulders, pinching her flesh, then running that hand down, down over the curves of her body, feeling every inch he could while he left her panting. Next, Allison felt her skirt coming off, floating down her legs, collecting in a puddle of cotton material around her ankles.
Her panties were next. She felt his hands sliding down into her briefs, pushing them down. Gasping, she felt the damp silk peeling away from her cunt lips.
Then fear and shame struck her as it had stricken her with Jack.
"No, no, we don't know what we're doing. Oh, this can't be happening," she cried, pulling away and turning around.
Ned still had her gripped by one wrist, his face now a mask of lust. Allison was blushing furiously. She was naked, stark naked! And her cunt was swollen and hot, dripping like a piece of ripe fruit left in the sun too long. Juice was seeping from her velvety cunt lining, dotting the curly blonde hairs protecting her pussy. Could he see her growing arousal? Could he smell her pussy? Again, she tried pulling away.
"Come on, Allison. Come on up here," Ned said, pulling the reluctant girl forward.
She moved forward, her ankles bumping against the outer frame painfully. She watched her cousin's attitude change with each passing second. He was growing more insistent, more violent. She could see it in his eyes, in that hard, hot stare he was giving her. Yes, he knew she'd be down there. Sometime during dinner, sometime during the conversation upstairs, he had guessed at what she was like, what she wanted. And now he was going to give it to her.
"Please..."
"Just get the fuck up there and raise your hands. Yeah, like that-over your head."
Allison did as she was told, standing just behind the bottom board of the inner frame and raising her arms high over her head. Her tits rose and fell heavily on her chest with each ragged breath she took. Ned moved around to one side, reaching up and pulling each iron cuff down. There was a screw to the side of each cuff that opened and closed the device. The iron bands themselves were attached to a hook driven in the top frame board by several links of chain.
Allison watched with a trembling lower lip, both excited and terrified beyond words as her cousin opened both cuffs, slipped her wrists into them, then snapped them shut. With a squeaking metallic sound, the screws were turned slowly until the iron was pressing hard against her flesh.
"Okay, now the feet."
The same device with small modifications was attached to the bottom of the frame. Stepping carefully onto the inch-thick piece of wood, Allison shivered as she felt the iron cuffs snap tightly around her ankles. Again there were screws and links of chain to adjust for slight variations of height.
"Yeah, just right."
So this is what boy scouts and eagle scouts led to! Allison remembered stories about how good Ned was at fixing things, about how good he was at arts and crafts. Well, it certainly showed up here. She was bound hand and foot.
"What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, peering down at her cousin.
Ned was moving around, examining her body. He stopped behind her, tracing his fingertips along the soft swells of her ass cheeks. She shivered, letting her head fall back. She could feel the sweep of her hair over her lower back.
"What happened here, Allison?"
She had almost forgotten about the marks left by that belt. During her shower, she had peered around her shoulder into the mirror. There were still long red marks left by that awful leather belt Jack had used to tenderize her ass.
"Nothing," she said, a flash of shame rushing through her mind.
"Looks like somebody got to you before me. Who was it?"
But she would rather die than tell. Ned would find out about his mother, about the things she was into. No, she couldn't shatter the family.
"Nothing. Nobody. It was an accident I had a couple of days ago and..."
Ned laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Swinging back one arm, he jerked his hand forward, smashing his palm and fingers hard across her ass. She squealed, her eyes rounding while her body jerked forward. The chains rattled, and the frame shuddered as the wood and metal kept her body in place.
"You don't think I'm gonna buy that one, do you? Baby, someone really laid it into your ass."
Allison shivered again. Ned was sliding his fingers up and down her asscrack, his jagged finger nails getting close to her shitter. He was touching it! He was actually rubbing the tips of his fingers against her ass-hole! She groaned, her knees bending slightly while her chest shot out. Her tits slapped together while the cords in her neck stood out.
"like that, huh?" Ned said, looking down and rubbing his crotch.
"No, no, I don't."
She felt one finger growing more bold than the others, stiffening, pushing up hard against her wrinkled shitter. Her ass muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again, forcing the white shiny ass cheeks to flex. More fuck juice began to seep out of her hot fuck hole. The chains above her rattled ominously as Ned's right forefinger began to push even harder.
"Oh!" she cried.
"What are you...ohhhh, Ned! Don't, don't do that to me! Ughhhhh! Oh God!"
Allison felt her teeth rattling as his probing finger wriggled its way up her ass. The terrified girl felt the iron cuffs biting into her wrist and ankle flesh. It was just like what happened to her aunt several nights ago. But then, Aunt Joyce was bound only with pantyhose. Here, Allison found herself stretched across a vertical wooden rack, her ankles and wrists bound by iron cuffs.
"Ohhh, yeah, bet nobody ever stuck anything up your ass-hole, right?"
"Ahahahh!" Again, the blonde teen jerked forward, her tits flying out, then slapping wetly against her chest.
Allison felt her knees buckling as his finger wormed its way up her ass. He had it up to the second joint! She could feel the knuckle pressing against her violated shitter lips. Her face turned beet-red, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. She was taking short, raspy breaths to fill her lungs. And all the while, that awful finger wiggled in and out, each time, going in a little deeper!
There was a creaking sound. For a moment, Allison thought she was losing her balance. She seemed to be pitching forward. But the increase in tension on the wrist and ankle cuffs indicated that the frame was being rotated forward. She could feel her body bowing out, her tits jiggling as she breathed with an increasingly irregular rhythm. Her hair fell forward, curtaining her face as the inner frame she was bound to made a sixty-degree angle with the floor.
"It's the first time I ever used this," Ned said, watching the girl's terror increase as he kept his finger up her ass. "Bet mom'd have a fit if she ever found out what I was makin' and what it was for. Some of the girls we go out with dig this kinda shit."
He slid a second finger next to the first and started to shove it into her ass-hole. Again, she realized what was happening and clenched her shitter muscles. It was no use. Her cousin only pushed that much harder. She was only hurting herself. With a sigh, she forced herself to relax.
"Ohhhh..."
"Yeah, better," Ned whispered, feeling her shitter muscles growing soft, pliant.
He shoved the second finger in up to the first joint, then moved forward while pushing the inner frame a few more degrees forward.
Allison gasped, the iron cutting more severely into her flesh as her body bowed out from the wooden frame. Her tits were dangling, the crimson points hard, throbbing, itchy! Twisting around as best she could, she looked at her cousin. He didn't have that animal look of Jack's. But there was definitely something there, something evil and cruel sparkling in his eyes. She felt the two fingers twisting around now and bent her knees, trying to squat as if she were taking a shit, to ease the painful pressure throbbing in her ass. Ned saw what she was trying to do and laughed.
"Not bad. We'll see how you'll take it when you get a prick shoved up your ass!"
"What?"
The frame tilted forward a few more degrees, this time nearly putting her parallel with the concrete floor. The blood rushed to her face while her hair nearly touched the floor. Her spine ached from the awkward bowed position of her body, while her ankles and wrists throbbed painfully from the tension. Ned was still twisting his fingers around in her shitter. Then, suddenly, he yanked them out, making her yelp with pain.
It was as if he had yanked out a fistful of her guts with that move. She tensed her ass-cheeks, trying to jerk her thighs up. But gravity and the cuffs kept her in one place. With a groan, she sagged back down toward the floor, her nipples hurting so much, she nearly cried for Ned to touch them, to suck them.
"Now we get down to business," Ned said, pulling out his T-shirt and starting to unzip his Levi's. Allison shuddered, guessing she had once again graduated to another level of degradation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Stop it!" Allison shrieked.
A third finger worked its way into her shitter, twisting around with the others. She bounced up and down, her body pulling hard at the chains and cuffs keeping it in place. There was a terrible tearing ache in her shoulders as she strained to ease the pressure in her wrists and ankles. And there was her cousin, fucking his fingers in and out of her ass-hole!
Sharp jolts of pleasure and pain raced from her ass to her clit. She could feel his fingernails rubbing against her smooth ass-hole lining, threatening to tear the flesh. Tears oozed from her eyes, running down her cheeks, then splashing to the floor as Ned screwed his fingers in a little deeper. It had to be just like getting fucked in the ass by a cock. Didn't he say he was going to do that? Everything was getting so mixed up as she hung there bound by her hands and feet, her body bowing down toward the floor.
"Feel good, baby?" Ned asked.
He had stepped out of his jeans and was now between her spread legs, his fingers jammed up to the second joint in her ass-hole. She could feel his legs brushing up against her inner thighs. He was going to ass-fuck her.
Sucking in ragged breaths, feeling her nipples now scraping against the cold concrete, Allison knew she was going to be violated in the worst possible way! There was nothing she could do. With a final groan of defeat, she felt her aching muscles relax.
Ned saw her movement, realized this was the moment to strike. Pulling his fingers out of her ass with a loud pop, he spat on his palm, greasing down his fat hunk of cock meat. Allison shivered. She could hear the slick clicking sounds of his fingers wetting down his prick.
"Oh mama, mama," the girl moaned, wishing her mother hadn't made her visit her Aunt Joyce.
Again, she thought of how her mother felt this would help her in her moral education. She would have laughed at that idea if the pain in her arms and legs weren't so great. She blinked away a stray tear, feeling a pulse leap at her throat. Behind her, Ned was breathing unevenly, still greasing down his cock. In a moment, she'd feel his cock splitting her open, tearing her ass lining.
Then, Ned did a very strange thing. Instead of sending his prick racing into her shitter, he bent down, crawling under her dangling body, then sitting on his ass.
Allison found herself staring eye to eye at Ned. At first, she wanted to spit at him. How could he do this to her-his own flesh and blood? How could he bind her up in this awful contraption and watch her suffer while he jacked off?
Then he moved down a little, leaning back, opening his mouth and engulfing one of her nipples with his lips. The soft, milking action of his mouth was so good! She closed her eyes, swallowing hard while his tongue flicked up and down, up and down over her stiff, itchy nipple. He was teasing her other tit with one hand, pinching and rolling the rubbery nub around between his thumb and forefinger. Then he switched nipples, sucking hard on the left while toying with the right. Left to right, left to right. All the time, there was that sucking, smacking sound of his mouth working away on her tits. Allison nearly forgot she was trussed up on that wooden frame, her body sagging painfully toward the floor. At times, her spine ached, and she jerked away from her cousin, trying to ease the pain in her back. But then, he would start sucking her nipples, fingering her tits, and she would forget about what was really happening.
What kind of slut am I becoming? she wondered. I should be screaming at the tops of my lungs so the neighbors could hear. But then she thought of her aunt. Aunt Joyce had cried out many times, wrapped up in the throes of her orgasm. And no one had even come to the window to investigate the screams. This was a neighborhood where most people were wrapped up in their television sets and not in life.
"Uuuuhuuuh!" she groaned.
He left her tits, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. The throbbing in her nipples was wonderful. She sighed, realizing that that pulsing beat matched the throbbing in her cunt and chest. Ned was moving down, down toward her cunt. She felt him tracing his fingers along the tendons that bulged out against her inner thighs. She moved her foot around, feeling the iron cuffs grating against her flesh. The pain was growing worse and worse as those horrible devices cut into her ankles and wrists. She felt she couldn't go on much longer. She would faint in a few moments if Ned didn't take her down from this frame.
And then, something else happened that took her mind off her situation. Ned was moving his tongue around the rubbery rim of her outer cunt lips. She could feel his breath blowing through her curls. His fingers were caressing her thighs while that tongue-that wonderful tongue-was edging toward her dripping pussy.
"Oh, don't...oh God!"
She wanted him to touch her pussy with that marvelous tongue! She jerked her thighs as best she could toward his mouth, wanting to feel his lips pressing against her pussy labia.
"You got a real nice hot cunt there, Cousin," Ned whispered, sliding his tongue over one rubbery cunt lip, then moving it over to the other.
Allison shivered mightily again, her arms tensing and pulling against the iron cuffs and chains holding her in place. That cold iron, the rattling of those restraints, all added to the fabulous sensations racing through her body now.
The pleasure of having Ned's tongue against her swelling cunt seemed to be overriding all the other feelings and sensations coursing through her mind. She wasn't feeling the chains and cuffs too much now as his mouth neared her seething fuck hole. Twisting around like the bitch in heat she was, Allison only wanted to have that tongue dipping into her sucking cunt, to feel his teeth rubbing against her cunt lips, against her clit! Thoughts of him tearing her pussy to pieces rushed through her mind. It was a sick thought, but one she nevertheless couldn't fight off as she hung there over the basement floor.
He had her there spread, bound, helpless. She could hear him groaning, hear his fingers still working over his cock. And all the while, she could feel the hot fuck juices seeping from the deepest parts of her cunt. He was gentle right now, kissing along the outer rim of her pussy, purposely keeping his mouth, tongue and fingers away from her cunt hole and clit for the time being. She desperately wanted to have that wonderful touch of his mouth over her pussy. But this was part of the game. This delay was part of the action Ned wanted. Helplessly, Allison hung there, waiting for Ned to make his next move.
"Ooohoohoh!" She felt him rimming around her cunt lips. Stiffening, shaking, she felt a thrill wash over her like a tidal wave.
"My God, Ned, what...what are you doing to me?" she cried.
He scoured her cunt with his tongue, sticking it in like a tiny cock, exploring all the folds and hollows of her convulsing fuck hole. She could feel his strong fingers pressing against her thighs, holding them wide apart while his head wedged between her legs.
Up and down, up and down, that wonderful tongue went, wetting all the places in her pussy that hurt and tickled so much. She felt as if she were being split wide apart by his tongue. And the fact that she was bound to the horrible frame added to the excitement of the steady beating friction of his mouth against her slick cunt.
Without thinking, Allison started moving her hips back and forth, somehow managing that movement in spite of the cuffs holding her in place. She could feel all that hot juice running out of her cunt, wetting her cousin's face. And there was a finger gingerly running along her cunt slit, just in front of his tongue and mouth, touching her clit, sending her mind whriling around as she shivered and twisted in her bonds.
"You dig havin' your cunt eaten out, huh?" Ned asked, pulling away and looking back at the girl.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
She was rutting like some filthy beast right there in front of her cousin. Of course, she loved having him touch her with his tongue and mouth! How could he ask such a question? She started bouncing her body up and down, silently begging Ned for more pussy eating.
Then he was back at her pussy once more. She cried out, snapping her head from side to side, feeling her hair whipping across her face. Thoughts of her aunt and of Jack all faded from her mind as she hung there suspended over the floor. Her thin arms shuddered while her fingers fanned out, then curled into fists just above the rusty rim of the iron cuffs. She could feel Ned's teeth cutting along the edges of her small inner cunt labia. Once again, she snapped her head back and groaned. She didn't know her cousin very well. And yet there she was, trussed up like this with him stark naked below, eating out her pussy!
Allison tensed, arching her back only for a moment. Gravity pulled her body back down. He had stiffened his tongue and stuck it all the way up her pussy, pressing his teeth hard against the slick inner curves of her cunt labia.
"No cherry either. Wonder who tapped you before?" he thought out loud.
Allison thought of Jack, of the way he had held her down while his cock reamed out her cunt hole. But as hot and confused as she was, she wasn't about to shatter that family with her seamy secret. Let him find out for himself. Right now, she had other things on her mind.
And then his mouth was gone. She was left there, so close to climax, so very, very close. And he was gone! Opening her eyes, she twisted her head around and saw that Ned was scooting out from under her, getting up and turning around. His long fat cock was red, blue veins throbbing on the outside. She wanted to be filled with his cock, to have his fucker sinking all the way up her cunt!
Ned read her mind, bending his knees and aiming his big cock head at her pussy hole. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip, readying herself for the fuck she'd been dying for, for the past few moments.
"Yes, ohhhh...uuuuuuuhhh, yes, fill me with it!" the girl screamed, her throat hurting from the tension and dryness.
With one mighty thrust, Ned sank his cock up her cunt to the hilt. Allison felt her cunt muscles convulsing, going out of control as they were stimulated by his giant prick.
"Oh, man, you got one hell of a tight pussy," Ned groaned.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Allison cried, not caring what he thought of her any more.
"You got fucked before. But you ain't had much cock since then. Shit," he groaned, grimacing from the effort of fucking her cunt. "You gotta relax, man. Come on, you're gonna cut off my circulation, damn it!"
Reaching down, the young stud slapped her ass hard. But the blows only excited her all the more. She was rutting hard now, breathing with wheezing sound through her nostrils while her body burned with lust. She shifted her thighs from side to side, her ass cheeks flexing while her cunt clamped down hard.
For a moment, she thought she'd be able to cut off her cousin's cock with her pussy. Her cunt labia would bite it off, chew it through as if it were a large green cucumber. And then, her pussy began another series of uncontrolled spasms. She could feel her slick cunt walls milking his cock, sucking it in, caressing it while more and more juice seeped out and wet down Ned's balls.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!"
Allison thought she was going to pass out from the excitement. Her heart was beating so hard, it would surely burst through her chest wall. Her tits were swinging together, slapping against one another, the tips hot and aching to be touched and sucked!
"Fuck it out, baby, come on, move that damned ass, and fuck it out!"
She could tell from the strain in her cousin's voice that he was getting super-hot. It was just like the time when he fucked her several nights before. She had heard that same tightness, that same urgency. It meant he was close to shooting his wad. But something told her he was going to drag his scene out as long as he could.
"Uuuuuh...ooooohhh, fuck meeeee!"
And then his cock was gone! Allison cried out, feeling as if her body had suddenly been emptied of some vital part. She shuddered, wondering what else her cousin would do. If only he would slip his cock back into her pussy! She needed to have that fuck-needed to have his cock in her pussy.
"Go on, baby, loosen up here," Ned said, his breathing becoming more labored and raspy.
He was standing behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart. In an instant, Allison felt his mouth settling between her spread ass globes, felt his tongue wagging up and down her sweaty ass crack. He was touching her shitter with his mouth, licking his tongue around the tight little hole, wetting down her wrinkled ass flesh.
"Oh no, no, no!" She wanted his cock in her cunt, not in her ass. That was where fags fucked. But she was no queer. She needed a prick up her pussy! Why was he doing this to her? Why?
"No, Ned, no, don't...don't touch me there. Please, I can't take it!"
But Ned said nothing, still working his tongue and mouth against her ass-hole, caressing her thighs with both hands. He was fingering her cunt now, touching all those slick, itchy places, his tongue had been earlier. At one point, her caressed her clit, pushing it down, moving it from side to side while fucking her cunt hole with two fingers.
It was then Allison wished she could really pass out. It was getting all too much for her overloaded brain! He was going to ass-fuck her, drive his cock up her ass. That would damage something back there, really hurt her. Again, she twisted in her bonds, wishing that somehow she could break those awful chains holding her prisoner.
"Now."
It was a simple word, but one that made her shiver. He was angling his body forward, holding her with one hand around the hips while pressing his fat cockhead against her shitter. She cried out, her knees shooting apart, a strange painful ache developing in her gut. It spread to all parts of her body as the pressure against her shitter increased.
"Nooooooooo!" Allison howled, her face blanching from the pain.
But Ned kept on, wrapping the fingers of his left hand around his prick for support and humping into his cousin's ass.
Allison screamed, her cries bouncing off the concrete walls as the chains rattled above her. The cuffs were cutting into her flesh now. She was sure there was blood being drawn. But at this point, she didn't care. Her belly tightened, then turned over as his fat cockhead gradually spread her tight shitter lips apart.
"Ooooohhhhhh!"
It was like taking a shit, only in reverse. Her cheeks trembled, her forehead wrinkled while Ned inhaled sharply, held his breath, and drove forward again.
"Oooohhhhhh!" she screeched.
"Oh man-man it's somethin' else having that ass suckin' in my cock," the young stud groaned.
But her cries went unheeded. With a shivering thrill, she realized Ned had finally jammed his bloated cockhead past her shitter lips. He was breathing heavily now, resting before he stuffed more of his cock up her ass.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Allison made animal sounds each time he shoved down and forward, his fingers playing around her pussy.
For a mad moment, the girl thought about two cocks-about how it would feel to have two cocks steaming in and out of her cunt and ass at the same time. It was almost like that now. His fingers were regularly moving in and out of her cunt hole while his prick was fucking out her shitter.
Ned had arched his back, his eyes shut tightly. Suddenly, Allison's ass muscles had relaxed, admitting his cock. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this. It was so strange, so weird having a prick up her ass, pushing aside the warm wet lining of her bowels. And all the while, his fingers were pulling apart her cunt walls, playing with her clit, toying with her body and mind.
"Man, oh man, oh man!" Ned groaned.
His cum bubbled up rich and thick, burning into Allison's shitter. He pinched her clit, twisting it around as he'd twisted her nipples earlier. That was more than enough to push Allison over the edge. Hunching furiously, feeling her body totally on fire, she spun out of control. She was cumming fast and hard. It was wonderful, wonderful! Rattling against her bonds, her body twisted in that awful awkward position, she felt the hardest, most wonderful cum in her life. And there wasn't even a cock in her cunt!
CHAPTER NINE
Allison sat alone in her room, thinking about those two nights she had spent-first with her Aunt Joyce's boyfriend, Jack, and then with her cousin, Ned. Both of them had treated her brutally, had bound her up, beaten her, then fucked her. Of course, they had been careful so as not to leave any permanent marks, or marks that would show during normal daily business. But the marks they had left were marks on her mind-ones that people couldn't see, but ones that in a sense were more real than the physical ones.
Tracing one finger along her thighs, she thought of Jack, of his cock, of his brutality. And then there was Ned. She hadn't really seen him since that evening. But she had thought about him! After he had fucked her in the ass, he'd left her hanging in that awful frame. He'd beat her ass, pinched her nipples, even played with her cunt lips, making her cum a second time before he opened the cuffs and let her fall to the floor. Beaten, exhausted, she had barely had enough strength to climb the stairs back to her room.
The following day, she had told her aunt she had a cold and preferred to stay in her room most of the day.
"You just take care of yourself, dear," Joyce said, feeling her forehead for a fever. j "You seem cool, but just rest. You're here on a vacation, remember?"
Allison smiled weakly, watching her aunt slip out of the bedroom. She sighed, wondering what her aunt and Jack had done the night before. She had studied the woman's body, looking for marks, for something that would give her secret away.
That evening, she took a light supper, glad Ned had gone out with some of his buddies. She shuddered, remembering what he'd said about his friends and their girls. She could picture them in some old house or field, binding women, making them do all sorts of things before finally fucking them-in the cunt or ass-it didn't matter to them.
That night, she had tried to sleep. But her dreams were troubled. She saw her cousin chasing her, his cock stretched out hard and thick, bobbing from side to side. And to one side of her was Jack, standing there, belt in hand, cracking the leather over his head while jerking off. Wads of cum spattered against her body as she ran desperately, her hair streaming out behind her, her bare feet pounding the damp soil.
It was so hard, so impossible to get away from those awful figures. And just when they were about to touch her, she awoke, her nightgown damp from perspiration. She would find herself sitting bolt upright, her eyes rounded, her heart pounding like mad while her pussy burned.
Sobbing, pressing, one hand to her mouth and falling back onto the bed, Allison wondered just how long this awful fantasy would last. Would she always have those dreams, thinking about Jack, about Ned, hoping, and yet dreading they would come suddenly bursting through the door, demanding she satisfy their most perverse desires.
The following morning, Allison woke exhausted. Dressing quickly, the young girl was determined to tell her aunt everything and let the chips fall where they may.
But as she entered the kitchen, she saw Aunt
Joyce bustling around, humming a happy little tune. Allison couldn't bring herself to carry out her resolve. She would play the game, pretend everything was normal and happy when the world was falling to pieces.
The day passed slowly. Aunt Joyce received another phone call. From Jack, Allison guessed as she flipped through a movie magazine. She found herself smirking and desperately tried to look calm when her aunt came into the room.
"I have to go in a little early today, dear. You tell Ned to fix himself and you something for dinner. I may be back late."
Allison smiled innocently, guessing what Jack would be doing with the older woman. It was so easy for her aunt to go marching off into the arms of that desperate sadist. How could she do it, manage two lives like that? Hearing the Mercedes backing out, Allison threw down the magazine and stared at the opposite wall. The clock was ticking, the mechanical sound filling the room. That's what her life was turning into-mechanical ticking, while her aunt was off indulging herself.
Dragging herself off the sofa Allison moved to the kitchen, made herself a jelly sandwich, and looked out the window. Perhaps Ned would have surprises when he got home.
Perhaps...
The front door! Turning around, putting the half-eaten sandwich down, Allison moved toward the doorway. They were Ned's footsteps.
"Mom?"
"She's not at home," Allison called out, feeling her throat grow dry while her chest tightened. Alone. The two of them were alone.
"Oh? Back to work?" Ned asked, coming into the kitchen and looking at his cousin.
"Something like that. She said...said she wouldn't be back for some time-maybe even be late for dinner."
Allison felt so ashamed, so openly guilty. How could they be talking like this, as if nothing had happened between them? They were almost acting as if they were strangers. It was so hypocritical!
"That late, huh?"
That tremor in his voice. Allison shivered. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by. There was no hypocrisy in his voice now. She felt her cunt walls crimp. He was staring at her, grinning at her. There would be no one at home, no one to curb his lusts until late in the afternoon. He was like Jack in many ways-a young Jack-one still experimenting. That awful device downstairs in the basement was proof of that.
"We're gonna have some fun, then, right? I missed you last night," he said, reaching out and grabbing her by the left wrist.
Allison winced. She had done all she could to keep the cuff marks hidden from her aunt. Her skin was still raw, sensitive from the iron cuffs scraping against her wrists and ankles.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna put you up in the frame today," Ned said, pulling her through the kitchen to the basement door.
"Oh, please, please leave me alone. I don't think I can take this...I don't think-"
"Sure you can. You want it as bad as I do," Ned said, stopping and gripping her tightly by both shoulders.
Allison felt faint. That strong, masterly, overpowering touch was sending strange signals to her cunt, to her brain. He was right. She wanted it, wanted him and everything he could throw at her. She wanted punishment, needed the kind of humiliation and degradation he and Jack were good at. She didn't know why, but she wanted it!
"That's not true," she muttered, staring at the floor once more.
Ned didn't answer. He was pulling her down those awful wooden stairs again. They creaked under her weight, and there was that damp, musty smell again! Slowly, slowly she walked down, one hand bracing her body against the handrail while the other was still held by her cousin.
Pain! Humiliation! It was all mixed up somehow with the wild pleasure she felt coursing through her pussy. She couldn't understand it at all. All she knew was that her mind was reeling out of control, wanting partly for her to escape once more, and partly for her to stay and see what awful things her cousin had planned for her.
"Strip."
Allison felt as if she were hypnotized. Mechanically, she slipped off the woolen jersey, feeling her tits rise with the material, then slap back down to her chest. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra-perhaps knowing this was going to happen.
"Now the skirt."
Down it came. Next, she kicked off her panties and sandals. And all the while, Ned stood under that horrible yellow light, his lips pulled up into a tight smile, his cock pressing up against the front of his trousers. He reached up the moment her panties slipped below her bent knees and fished out a pack of cigarettes.
"Don't smoke much, but they have their place at times," he said, tapping the opened end of the pack against his knuckles and drawing out one long white cigarette.
Allison watched nervously as he lit it, crossing her arms over one another and shivering. It was damp in the basement. Ned let out several puffs of blue smoke. She could smell the acrid aroma of the burning tobacco, the sulphur from the spent match.
"Yeah, you're just like me. Don't know why the hell I dig doin' this kinda shit," Ned said, walking over toward her and shrugging. "Me and some of the others just kinda found one another out and started that little club I was tellin' you about. Maybe you'd like to join-you know, for awhile." He stretched out one hand and ran a finger down the small of her back.
Allison trembled again, her terror mounting along with her arousal. Fear and lust. Pain and delight. How strange that they could be so closely linked.
"Man, the other guys'd dig you. You got nice tits, real nice tits."
Allison didn't like the way he was talking. That cigarette, his lowered voice, everything signaled that something awful was about to happen. She stood there while he circled her.
"I like those nipples, man. I liked sucking them a couple of days ago, you know?"
"Yes," the girl answered breathlessly, staring at the glowing tip of the cigarette. Dimly, she was aware that that thing was going to play a part in this drama.
"They get nice and long and hard when you turn on. Felt real good against my tongue, just like your pussy and cunt did."
"Please, Ned..."
He took a long drag on the cigarette and puffed the blue smoke into her face. "You know I can get those nipples good and hard and red again without even touching you with my mouth."
"I didn't know that," she gasped.
"Yeah."
And then, very slowly, Ned brought the cigarette to within an inch of Allison's left nipple. Her eyes widened, her breath catching. She was going to back away. Then she realized he would only pursue her, knock her down and probably try to burn out her pussy with that thing. She stood her ground, her tits rising and falling with her heaving chest.
Ned reached down and unbuttoned the top snap of his jeans. Then he brought the tip of his cigarette a little closer. Allison shivered, feeling the heat starting to burn her nipple. It was starting to hurt her. Sweat beaded along her forehead and the tops of her tits. But down inside, she was feeling something else. She was feeling that crazy kind of excitement, the kind that was somehow related to all the pain and humiliation she had suffered earlier.
"Ooohhhh!" she groaned.
The sight of the burning cigarette an inch from her nipples sent burning slivers of pain through her. She started back, then stopped, her chin quivering. Ned smiled even more. The sadist in him was enjoying her confusion, her mounting terror.
"Yeah."
He moved the cigarette closer and closer. And then, to her horror, he touched the glowing tip to her left nipple.
"Aaaaarrrgh!"
It was too much for her. Jumping back, covering her injured nipple with one hand, she rubbed the sore flesh, giving her cousin an injured, hateful look. The pain had been simply too much for her to handle! There had been pressure, followed quickly by an icy sensation, topped shortly afterward by a burning she couldn't believe. Every muscle in her body twitched while her nerve endings overreacted.
"No, baby, you can't do that," he said, stepping up to her and slapping her across the face.
"Ugh!"
The force of that blow sent her stumbling toward the stairs. She caught herself on the handrail, peering up at Ned. His fly was all the way opened now. She could see his wiry black cockhairs bushing out around the zipper teeth.
"You're not like the others, baby. We've got some real cry babies in the group. But you're gonna show them up. You're part of the family-strong."
"No, no..."
He was telling her something she didn't want to hear. Covering her ears, she made an attempt to climb the stairs. But Ned grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back down.
"Ooooow!"
"Lay down."
"Where?" Allison moaned, rubbing her sore nipple and injured scalp.
"On that tool table," he said, pointing to a long table with several nuts, bolts and screws on it. He swept the items off the wood, pointing to it again and giving her a look that told her he was serious.
When she hesitated, Ned took her under the arms and hoisted her onto the table, then turned around and pulled out an old green drawer from a nearby cabinet. He was fishing around, knocking things to one side, making her tremble with his delay.
What was he going to do to her? That burn from the cigarette showed her he was more than a little serious about this scene. There would be more pain, she felt, more humiliation than the other night. And somehow, that excited her wildly. "Okay, lie down."
Ned had several strange clamps in his hands-things that looked like earrings but were far too large. Obeying, Allison felt the splinters in the table top biting into her ass flesh, scraping painfully against her shoulder blades. Then he moved forward, tugging her thighs wide apart. Moving her head up, she watched as he took the first clamp and started screwing it tighter and tighter on her left cunt lip. He had her outer pussy labe trapped in a screw and now was pulling it against her thigh.
"Yeah."
Allison let out a whimpery groan. The cold metal, the tugging sensation, sent a rush of eerie feelings through her body. She was gritting her teeth in pain, wallowing her shoulder blades against the table top. Ned smiled, reached over, and took another screw, tightening it around her other cunt lip.
Her pussy labia were now so far apart, she thought a bus could fit inside. She moved her ass cheeks from side to side, feeling those splinters stabbing into the sensitive flesh of her ass crack.
"We're gonna dress you right," Ned said, turning around again and fishing in the drawer.
He came up with two large rings that had screws at the top. He and his friends had studied this art well! She shivered as he began attaching the heavy rings to her nipples, turning the screws on them slowly, watching her lips tremble.
The pain became even more intense as he screwed the rings on tightly. She groaned, pushing her shoulder blades against the wooden table top again. She could feel her rubbery nipples being squeezed grotesquely. And still, Ned was turning those awful screws, hurting her more and more. She tried not to pass out. She would fight him, feel every awful sensation, hoping that somehow it would end in the wild delight she had felt the previous times.
"Uuughhhh!"
Allison clenched her fingers into fists, digging the nails into her palms.
"Just to make sure you don't get too carried away," Ned explained, pulling out some brown twine from the drawer.
He bound her wrists to the legs of the table, careful to make sure the twine didn't touch the injured area of her arms where the iron cuffs had cut. Then he stretched her arms over her head, pulling the cord taut. It was a signal to her, a silent warning that the more she pulled at that rope, the more it would cut into her flesh. She didn't have to be told that. She remembered what had happened with those awful cuffs in that frame.
Next, her cousin tied her ankles to her thighs with her knees sticking up in the air. Attaching another piece of twine, he attached a loop to one knee, ran the cord under the table, then ran it around to the other knee. In this way, he kept her from snapping her knees together.
"Okay, Allison, now we're gonna have some fun, right?"
The girl stared up at him. Again, she was completely bound, unable to fight. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was helpless. And that feeling-the knowledge she was trapped-excited the hell out of her. Oh, you slut, slut, she thought to herself as Ned undressed and started to climb on the table.
CHAPTER TEN
Ned was standing on the table, his muscular, hairy legs towering over her. He had a belt in his hands. Images of what Jack had done to her, of the sounds of the leather smacking against her flesh rushed through Allison's mind. Was it going to happen again? Allison didn't know. She could still feel the hot sting of that belt against her ass cheeks. It had hurt and yet had warmed up her ass and cunt simultaneously.
"Nice."
Ned doubled the belt up, tapping the looped end against his thighs. Then, without warning, he brought the leather down hard, striking the area between her thighs. A second blow struck her clit.
"Eeeeyyyagh!" Allison screamed, her body arching up and pulling at the cord.
Ned laughed at her, waiting for her wailing screams to die down. Then another blow, a third, and a fourth slashed across her body. Her ass cheeks bounced wildly on the table. But tied down as she was, she couldn't move much. It was all like the other night. Pain, pain and more pain, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it!
Ned rested for awhile, tapping the leather against his right thigh, watching her mounting terror. Her tits rose and fell, the metal screws glistening against her areolas. And then she tensed, seeing him raise that belt again. It was coming back down, down toward her cunt. She screamed again, twisting her head to one side, feeling the leather bruising her right cunt lip. The tugging sensation of those screws on her cunt lips intensified the pain.
"No, oh no, don't, stop! Please, stop!"
But Ned kept on striking her, whipping that belt against her pussy again and again. The twine was holding her down to the table well. Time after time, she tried to clamp her legs protectively together. But there was nothing she could do. There would be no telltale marks, nothing her aunt or anyone else would be able to see. But the scars would be there, reminders of one day of madness with her cousin.
"Come on, baby, beg for me to stop. That turns me on. Come on, beg for me to stop!" he yelled down at her.
Allison writhed on the table. She knew begging wasn't what her cousin wanted. He probably had seen girls giving in to what he demanded. This time, she knew he wanted someone not to beg-someone to defy him. And suddenly, she felt a surge of strength, something that made the whipping even seem pleasurable. She clenched her teeth tightly together, wishing she could spit in his face as he kept on whipping her thighs and cunt.
"Go on, beg for it!" Ned shouted.
He was using the belt on her tits now, hitting them as they kept being squeezed by those awful screws.
"No, no! You can go to hell!" she spat back, her eyes rounding with anger.
"Shit yeah, yeah!" Ned shouted back, throwing the belt to the floor.
He flung himself onto his cousin, his mouth searching for hers. She felt his hands cruelly pinching her flesh, scraping along the welts and red marks while his toenails dug into her ankles. It was all so sick, so wildly perverted. But he had worked her up into such a fever pitch, she couldn't think about the moral consequences of what she was doing. All she knew was that it felt good-very, very good.
The belting, and now this wild kissing, tonguing, and fingering was driving her up the wall. Ned was cruel. But she knew that long ago. She could have escaped from the house at any time. But instead, she remained, secretly hoping he would come and find her alone and do something like this to her. She and her Aunt Joyce were cut from the same cloth. And what about her mother?
"Ooooohhh!" she gasped.
"Haven't had enough, huh?"
"No, no, no!" the girl screamed.
He reared back, bringing the flat of one hand against her right cheek, then backhanding her left. She felt the force of those blows, the heat of his slaps. But now, there wasn't just pain connected with them. Now, there was a wonderful kind of heat flaming through her belly, reaching into her cunt. How good, how wonderfully good it was!
"Stop, you bastard, stop!"
"You don't really want that, huh?"
"Oh, yes, yes, stop it!" she cried through her clenched teeth.
She hated Ned...hated and loved him at the same time! Her feelings were jumbled as he slapped her again and again, laughing at her screams, enjoying them. And through it all, she felt a wonderful heat growing stronger and stronger in her cunt.
"So, you wanna be a wild bitch, huh? Okay, I'm gonna make that come true," Ned said, his cock throbbing hard against her thighs.
Allison squirmed and strained under his hands as he sank his tongue into her mouth. She tried twisting her head away. She could hardly breathe! He was kissing her hard, his teeth grinding against hers, his tongue licking along the insides of her cheeks. Their mouths gurgled together, spittle frothing out from the corners of her lips and trickling down her chin. She fought back, stiffening her tongue, fencing with her cousin's while bouncing her ass cheeks over the table top.
Ned's tongue scraped every ridge and hollow inside her mouth. He moved one hand up, smoothing his fingers along her straining throat, then curling them around her hair and tugging at it. He moved his other hand down, slipping it under her ass. In a moment, he was grabbing a handful of her ass meat, squeezing it hard until he had her squealing with pain. Things were happening quickly! All that kissing, that tonguing, that grabbing was making her lust build more quickly, more intensely!
The muted sounds coming from Allison's mouth might have been screams. But whether they would have been screams of pleasure or horror it was hard for Ned to tell. He had his tongue stuffed between her lips, preventing her from doing anything but babble into his mouth.
Allison coughed as his spit oozed down her throat. Wild thrills built in her cunt. Her body knew nothing about incest, about the moral horror both she and Ned were committing. All it knew was the wild stimulation those cords were creating as they cut into her legs and arms, the thrilling rush his hands and cock were bringing to her clit. There was nothing there but pleasure.
Allison could feel his panting breath in her nostrils. She knew he was going to fuck her-fuck her hard. She wanted his cock in her pussy more than anything else in the world. Several nights ago, she had been cheated of that pleasure. He had fucked her in the ass. But now, she knew he wanted to fuck her in the cunt!
"Oh baby, baby, move that ass! Come on, move that ass the best way you can," Ned moaned, pinching her ass harder while yanking up on her hair.
Allison cried out, her face red and pinched while sweat oozed from every pore. Their bodies were a confused tangle of arms, legs and bellies.
"Gonna fuck you good, fuck you good," he whispered in her ear.
Allison breathed with whimpery gasps through her mouth. She thought of Jack and the way he reamed her out, of the way he'd taken care of her aunt's cunt as well. She thought of the other night, of the way Ned had treated her, binding her in that awful contraption, fucking her in the ass. It was all coming back to her now as she thrashed and writhed under her cousin.
"Bitch, stupid cunt," he whispered, grabbing another handful of ass-flesh and shaking it until he had her screaming for help.
She quieted down when he let go, feeling shocking thrills surge through her. She could feel her cousin's cock sliding up, up along the groove separating her belly from her thighs. She could feel his hot slick pre-cum oozing out of his piss-slit. It was greasing down her flesh, making it so warm, so wet! And soon, very, very soon, he was going to slip his prick into her cunt! The thought of having his big cock hammering against her clit drove her up the wall. She strained at the cords, the tendons bulging against her flesh while her body rocked desperately against the splintery table top.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
In! She wanted his cock in her cunt. She wanted his prick reaming her out, pushing aside her itchy cunt walls and filling her already-swollen fuck hole. She wanted to be filled with cockmeat! Gasping, wheezing, she clawed her own ass, wishing she could tear her hands free to hold her cousin!
"Fuck," she whispered, turning her head to one side, feeling his lips sliding up and down her throat, then down to her swollen tits. He was sucking her nipples once more, tonguing them while drawing them through the small gap between his front teeth! Arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the wooden table top, Allison wished she could pass out with the wild delight surging through her!
"Fan-fuckin'-tastic!" Ned groaned, pulling away from her for a second. "You're better than any of the girls we got around here."
"Really?" she gasped, thinking of all her rivals and secretly laughing at them. Rivals? Yes, that's what her mind had cast them as. She wasn't the little innocent any more. She was a woman-a desperate, cock-loving woman who was thrashing under her cousin now, lusting after his fat cock!
"Yeah, yeah."
Ned's mouth was all over her face now. He was kissing her mouth, then moving over to her eyelids and down to her throat. And through it all, she reveled in his touch, wanted more of it. She was sure she would never, never again worry about what her mother or aunt thought. Something this good, this wonderful, couldn't be bad. Let them think what they wanted. All she wanted from life was to be bound like this and fucked by someone as insistent, as brutal, as exciting as Ned or Jack!
Her big tits heaved up and down as Ned started pinching her nipples. She bit him, only to have him rear back and slap her across the face with the back of his hand. She loved that slap, loved the pain, loved the scraping sensation of the cord against her wrists, ankles and knees. She thumped her ass wildly on the table, her ankles straining to be free. She wished she could wrap her arms and legs around Ned's body and take him on!
But she would have to wait, wait until Ned was good and ready to let her go.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What are you doing?"
It had been a question she'd asked many times in the past few days. All this was so new to her. Even though she was a fast learner, she realized she had much to learn from men like Jack and Ned.
"Ohhh, baby, I wanna feel you all over my body. I wanna do every fuckin' thing to you...uuuuhhh," Ned groaned, closing his eyes and rocking his body from side to side.
Allison looked up at him. He was sitting on her chest now, pressing his hands against the outsides of her tits and rubbing her nipples against his cock. She could feel his hot prick scraping against her nipples, wetting them with cockjuice! The girl stared at the scene with nearly crossed eyes, her breath coming in pants, fuck juice frothing out of her cunt hole.
It was too much, too much for her to stand. Sighing, shuddering, she dropped her head back to the table top with a thud. She rolled it from left to right, strands of her hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks. She didn't have to watch him jacking his cock off against her tits. She could feel his hot, stiff prick sliding back and forth, back and forth against her nipples while he milked her resilient tit-flesh.
Was that a car in the drive? Was it someone passing in the street? Would her aunt be coming home early, hear the strange sounds in the basement, and come down to investigate? Did any of it matter? Allison didn't know, didn't particularly care. She was thrashing around like a madwoman, feeling the drag of his balls on her chest, feeling his prick sliding back and forth against her tits. Nothing mattered in the world, nothing at all except her cousin and her, his cock and her cunt! Something in her-something she couldn't understand-wanted more punishment, more brutality from her cousin.
"Shit, baby, you want it all, don'tcha? You want the ropes, my cock, everything!" Ned gasped, looking down at the writhing girl.
"Yes, oh yes, yes," she babbled, unable to lie to him or to herself any longer.
In a moment, she was screaming at her cousin. In her mind, there was a picture of the two of them fucking, both of them panting as if in some kind of fight. Lying there that way, her cunt exposed while her arms and legs were tied, she knew there was no way she could escape, no way she could squirm out from under the stud to protect herself. That thought-that wild, wonderful thought-nearly drove her mad with excitement!
"Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted, her body a writhing mass of sweaty flesh.
She didn't care about the splinters sticking into her ass and shoulders. The pinpricks of pain added to the heat raging in her cunt. Cock! Prickmeat! She wanted it all!
"Come on, baby, come on, move it, really move your fuckin' cunt!" Ned screamed, slapping her across the face, then moving his hands down and slapping her ass with both hands.
Allison stopped her thrashing for the moment, feeling the heat of those violent slaps race through her body, increasing the heat in her clit. Ned pulled back, laughing at her. Then, moving to one side, he started untying the ropes. First the ankles, then her arms. In another second, he was kneeling on her upper arms, reaching down and grabbing her hair with both hands.
"You know what you're gonna do now? You're gonna take your mouth and wrap those lips around my prick, suck on my cock 'til I tell you stop!"
"Nooo!" Allison screamed, rearing her head. But the tug on her hair stopped any kind of protest.
Her face was wet, streaked with perspiration, while her blonde hair fanned out on the table top. She saw that hungry, wolf-like stare in Ned's eyes and knew there was no escape. His knees pressed harder into her upper arms as he leaned forward, taking the weight of his ass off her tits. He twisted the fingers of one hand in her hair while he gripped his cock and aimed the fat head at her lips with the other. She grunted, feeling his cockhead scraping across her mouth. She already could taste the cum that was oozing from his piss-slit.
"Open up, Allison!"
The girl stared, cross-eyed, at his big cock, her feelings racing between want and revulsion. He was inching forward again, forcing his prick against her lips. When she opened her mouth to protest, he struck, shoving his cock all the way in.
"Auuugh!"
Her cheeks puffed out, the spittle oozing down her throat mixing with his pre-cum. She had to swallow, to coat her throat with the stuff. He was rocking back and forth, sliding his cock over her lips, smiling as her cheeks puffed out with each downward thrust, then sucked in as he pulled his prick out. At times, she could feel his bulbous cockhead sliding over her tonsils, banging against the back of her throat.
"Ohhhh, gimme good head, real good head," he sighed, closing his eyes.
As he groaned, he reached back with one hand. In a moment, Allison felt him grabbing her tiny clit between his thumb and forefinger and start twisting it. He was hurting her-hurting her and exciting her at the same time! He twisted harder, hearing her sigh with pain and pleasure.
In a second, Allison found herself holding onto his big cock, her fingers tightening while her lips milked his hot prickflesh. The pain in her clit added a whole new dimension of delight to the thrills coursing through her body. And his huge, throbbing cock pushing into her mouth made her all that much more excited. She could have done this all day. Her lips pursed tightly around his cockhead as he pulled out, her tongue licking at the sensitive spots just behind the flanged tip. His cock tasted better than food, better than anything she had ever had in her life! Moving her hands down now, she cupped his leathery ball sac in her hands.
He groaned, jerked his ass off her chest, and shuddered when she squeezed his balls ever so gently! It was a revelation!
"Ohhhh baby, baby!"
He pulled out, wiping his cock against her lips, then moved down. She gasped as he leaned down and sucked on her nipple, screw attachment and all. He bit and chewed on it until she feared he'd draw blood. She wanted to scream as" pre-orgasmic shudders raced through her body. Yet all she did was moan, twisting under his caressing fingers while his mouth moved down.
"Oh...uhhhh! Where are you going...oh God, what...what are you doing?"
Slowly, very slowly, Ned inched his way down, licking her belly, her cunt. He was eating her pussy now. Only this time, there was an insistence, a violent urgency in his cunt sucking. And when he placed his lips around her clit and sucked, biting gently, Allison thought she'd die of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh! Aaahahh!"
"Can't wait!"
Ned scrambled on top of her, his hands pushing her arms above her head and pinning them to the table while his knees jerked hard against hers, shoving them widely apart. Before Allison could think, she felt his cock shoving hard against her cunt lips.
She wanted it, wanted it all-hard and fast!
As if he could read her mind, he gave his prick to her just that way. With one mighty thrust, he sank his cock up her cunt to the hilt, straight into the gaping maw of her seething pussy slot!
Brilliantly colored lights exploded in front of the girl's eyes. She screamed, her fingers curling around and scratching across Ned's broad back. Her cunt was tight, gripping his fat prick as it lunged into her pussy. Her cunt felt so tight-so very, very tight and hot and wet! She knew Ned liked that. He was swearing, muttering under his breath while making wild fucking movements with his cock.
The sensations she was feeling all contributed to what was about to happen-climax-wild, wonderful climax! The whipping, the slapping, all the sucking, the abuse-everything contributed to what was about to happen to her cunt She thought she was going to go mad as he started driving his cock faster and faster, in and out of her sucking fuck hole.
"Noooo!"
Her protests sent shivers of lust up and down both their spines. Each time she felt his massive cock start to withdraw from her cunt, hot breath roared from her nostrils, her fingers tensed around his shoulders, and she begged him to drive his prick back in.
"In! In! In!"
Ned complied, lancing his prick in again and again, setting up a rhythm she soon picked up. She felt his hands gripping her whipped ass. He was pulling her ass, levering her body higher so he would stroke his cock into her cunt more fiercely. His hard cock drove deeper, harder into her sucking fuck channel.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I love it! Fuck meeeeee!"
Ned gasped after every downstroke, feeling his balls tighten. Cum had already packed down in his prickhead. Only a few more moments-a second or two-and he would be dumping his load of spunk in her pussy.
"Cum...I can feel it! Going to...to cum, to...cumm!"
Allison threw her head back hard against the table top, her world shattering brilliantly as a climax roared through her pussy. She heard Ned shouting on top of her, felt his big hands gripping her shoulders and slamming them down while cum shot out of his piss-slit. Heaving and gasping, she saw whirling stars explode in her head, bursting in the darkest part of her brain as her cunt milked his cock hard, desperately.
To have his fat cockmeat jerking around between her gripping cunt muscles was the very best feeling in the world! Drifting away on a golden cloud of orgasmic bliss, Allison held on for dear life.
The two of them remained quiet for several minutes, their heavy breathing slowly calming. Ned wasn't about to let her go, however. He insisted the two of them play a little while longer. After all, he had taken the trouble of putting on those screws and rings. Smiling slyly, Allison agreed, and for the next few hours, they wallowed in the moral swamp of bondage and degradation.
Shortly before Aunt Joyce came home, the two put away everything, showering separately and vowing to keep their little game a secret. "Maybe I'll let you meet some of the others later on-after a couple of nights or something," Ned said, winking at his cousin before retiring to bed.
Allison stayed up, too excited to go to bed. She gathered her nightgown tightly around her, examining the bruises and welts on her legs. There weren't all that many. And to her surprise, she felt something more like pleasure than horror when she examined them. Strange.
Near midnight, Allison heard her aunt's car pull in. Quickly, she rose, making sure none of the marks of Ned's affection showed. The kitchen door opened, and in a moment, Joyce appeared, her hair something of a mess.
"Oh, you're up still, dear? Ned's in bed, I imagine," Joyce said, a little disconcerted at finding her niece still awake. She tugged down the sleeves of her blouse, covering her wrists. Allison smiled broadly. She sat down on the sofa, picking up a magazine and thumbing through it.
"Oh, yes, Aunt Joyce. I wanted to talk to you. I want to stay here for another week. It's so peaceful and quiet, and I love it-being here with you and Ned and everything," she bubbled, barely able to keep the irony out of her voice.
"Well, yes, of course, if it's all right with your mother," Joyce said, tilting her head and giving the girl a queer look. But Allison made sure her eyes revealed nothing but innocence.
"I'll call her tomorrow," Allison said, putting down the magazine and jumping up. She gave her aunt a long hug, then skipped off to bed. As she climbed the stairs, she thought about what had happened, about what was going to happen.
If Aunt Joyce only knew how much she'd helped me, she thought.
She stopped at the top of the stairs, covering her mouth with one hand to keep from giggling. Yes, this was going to be a marvelous vacation!
