Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In ROPED AND RAPED AUNT, Grace Mitchell finds herself saddled with custody of her two nephews, both of whom are wild and have had trouble with the law. It is not long before she finds herself roped and raped by them, totally under their control. Not even her deep religious feels and beliefs can save her.
ROPED AND RAPED AUNT-the story of a woman whose beliefs are tested by fire. Can we blame her for making the choice she makes?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
On a hot Thursday afternoon in June, Grace Mitchell lay on her back with her fingers in her cunt and her eyes on the mirror opposite the bed. She'd been feeling tense all day and this was the best way she knew how to calm her nerves. She understood the cause of her tension-in about an hour her two nephews would arrive. Grace had accepted custody of the boys after all the trouble they'd been in with the law, but she wasn't sure she could handle two orphaned teenagers after living alone so many years.
Forget about them for now, she thought, concentrate on your pussy. She loved fingering herself off. She knew it was sinful and wrong, but a body had to have some relief and she hadn't been near a man in years. Not since high school, in fact. She wanted no complications in her life. She preferred her fingers, or sometimes a cucumber to the problems a woman had when she fooled with men.
She gazed at the mirror now. She loved watching herself while she masturbated. The sight of her wet pussy and her fingers coated with cunt-juice always turned her on. But at the same time she found it embarrassing to look at herself like this. She hardly ever touched or looked at her pussy except at these forbidden moments. Afterwards, she would kneel in prayer and ask the Lord to forgive her sinfulness. It was terribly wicked to finger her pussy like this, to arouse her cuntflesh until it was wet and swollen, but she couldn't help doing it when the tension became too great.
Grace wondered why she was so uneasy about the impending arrival of the boys. Was it the fact that they had a reputation for being wild? Or was it simply the idea of having two males in the house? The house was certainly big enough for the three of them to live comfortably until the boys grew older, and that was the reason the judge had agreed to place them in Grace's custody instead of packing them off to a juvenile delinquent farm. Grace felt sorry for the boys. They'd never known their father, and ever since their mother, Grace's sister, had died, the boys had moved from one foster home to another.
It's my duty as an aunt, Grace thought. But beyond the idea of duty there lurked a strange excitement, unexplained and threatening.
Once again she focused her mind on her pussy. She imagined a long thick cock sliding in and out of her wet cunthole. She hadn't had a cock in there since the time Jeb Wainright had forced himself on her the night of the senior prom. But she remembered it. She debated with herself whether to get a cucumber out of the refrigerator and warm it up under the kitchen faucet. A warmed-up cucumber was nearly as good as a live cock in there. She decided she was too lazy to leave the bed now. Using two fingers, she stretched the mouth of her cunthole in imitation of a cock and whimpered with delight at the feeling.
Time to work on her tits now. She was still fully dressed. She had her dress pulled back and her panties off and her knees raised, but above the waist she was still dressed. Unbuttoning the front of her dress, she scooped one tit out of her bra and began toying with her thick nipple as she continued fingering her pussy.
Did the boys think she was pretty? She hadn't seen them since that day in the courtroom, and before that not in years. Did they like blondes? She had silky blonde hair and, when she braided it and curled the braids on her head, she always thought she looked like a princess.
You're being silly, she thought. What difference did it make whether or not the boys thought she was pretty?
At last she carefully moved her fingers to the hard bud of her clit. She always saved this for the end. It never took more than a short spell of rubbing on her clit to bring herself off, and the pleasure was intensified if she delayed it as long as possible.
"Hot cunt," she groaned out loud. She blushed at the sound of her own voice. Two fingers inside her juice-drenched cunthole, she pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rapidly brought herself to orgasm.
Her legs thrashed on the bed as the hot juices splashed out her cunt to wet her hand.
* * *
She washed her pussy in the bathroom. She always felt rotten after masturbating, rotten and sinful and depraved. Standing in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, she held her dress up to her waist and spread her cunt lips apart to look at the inside of her pussy. Her clit was still stiff and her cunthole gaped like a pink mouth. She carefully dried the swollen tissues, determined to stay in control, but the feel of the towel rubbing against her cuntflesh soon had her turned on again.
God forgive me, she thought. She couldn't help it. Her pussy was still hungry and refused to be denied.
Lifting one foot onto the toilet seat, she teased her cunt lips, rubbed a finger up and down in the wet groove of her pussy. No ' waiting now. She rubbed two fingers on her clit, her hand vibrating back and forth at high speed.
The orgasm came quickly, but it still wasn't enough. She was still hot and horny, and she knew that if she didn't satisfy herself she'd be jumpy and irritable when the boys arrived.
Can't have that, she thought. In the back of her mind, she knew it was just an excuse to have another come.
Returning to the bedroom, she quickly stripped her clothes off and knelt on the bed with her ass facing the mirror. With her head down she could look between her legs and see her ass , and cunt. She reached back with her hand and ran her fingers in the crack of her ass and between her drooping cunt lips.
You're a wanton slut, she thought.
A shudder ran through her body as she pushed her fingers inside her cunthole and ass-hole and began frigging herself again.
She knew that this time the climax would be intense and enough to satisfy the craving in her pussy.
One hand fingering her nipples and pulling at her tits, she fucked the two holes in her crotch with her fingers and moaned at the lovely feeling.
Oh, God, make me come, I can't stand it!
The finger inside her ass-hole was delicious, and she kept it there as she strummed her clit and cunthole.
Suddenly the front doorbell rang.
Oh, dear God, it's the boys!
Scrambling off the bed, she quickly donned a robe. How stupid of me! she thought. Her face was flushed and her hair in a mess and she was sure she looked a sight. What would they think of her? At last she managed to reach the front door. Blushing with embarrassment, she opened the door and welcomed her two teen-aged nephews.
Their names were Calvin and Roy.
They were too healthy boys, lanky and tan, each with a mischievous grin and devilish eyes. They had Grace's blonde coloring and family looks, and now that they were here, she was more than ever aware of her fondness for them.
"Here at last!" she said, smiling at them, leading them into the house and closing the front door behind them. "Your rooms are all ready for you. With the help of the good Lord, you'll begin a new life here. Isn't that exciting?"
"It sure is," Calvin said. He was the oldest Grace was uneasy at the way his eyes raked over her tits, but she dismissed it as the result of her nerves.
"We sure appreciate your taking us in," Roy said. He was a year younger than Calvin, but he seemed to have more muscle on his frame. His eyes also moved over her body, and she realized her thin robe showed too much. Tightening the belt of her robe, she led the boys to their rooms and then hurried into her own bedroom to get some clothes on.
They had a quiet dinner that evening. The boys had hearty appetites and Grace was pleased to see them well fed. After they finished the meal, the three of them joked and chatted awhile as they sat in the kitchen. Once again Grace was aware of the way they looked at her body. She was wearing jeans and a blouse now, nothing particularly sexy, but time after time she felt their eyes undressing her. Was the fit of the jeans too tight around her ass? She didn't think so. The cotton blouse was ordinary and hardly emphasized her tits. Yet the boys looked at her as though she was naked. It made her jittery. They seemed so experienced, but they were really no more than children.
Before long, Grace began talking about her plans for their rehabilitation while they lived with her.
"You've got to turn your lives around," she said. "The road you've been on is sure to lead to destruction. But we won't dwell on the past. We'll think about the future. You'll have regular hours and wholesome sports and I'll read the Bible to you once a day. On Sundays you'll attend church services with me. The preacher gives a lovely sermon. Two or three months of a decent life and things will change for you."
The boys looked bored.
Calvin said, "Can we see girls?"
Grace shrugged. "I suppose so. If they're nice girl and you meet them at church, I don't see why not. You're new in town, but you'll certainly meet girls fast enough. But no staying out late at night, no carousing and no nastiness. Is that clear?"
They nodded. She hoped it was all right to give them permission to see girls. They were teenaged boys, after all, and it was better for them to have some contact with girls their own age. The girls they'd meet at church could do them no harm.
They all went to bed early that night. Inside her room, Grace found herself nervous as she prepared for bed. She'd pictured the boys as poor little waifs without a mother, even after seeing them in court, but now that they were in the house they made her uneasy.
Standing naked in front of her mirror, Grace lifted her tits in her hands and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Shame on you, she thought. She'd had three good comes that afternoon and now here she was turned on again.
Was it because of the boys? She did find it a bit exciting to have two handsome teenage boys in the house.
She dropped one hand to her belly, ran her fingers through the dense bush of cunt hair covering her pussy. Probing between her cunt lips, she discovered her pussy was flooded.
How awful! She blushed at her image in the mirror, ashamed at herself for the way her body reacted. Three times in one day and now her pussy was begging for a fourth.
She finally pulled herself away from the mirror and donned her robe. She decided to to go out onto the back porch to cool off.
It was a hot moonless night, crickets chirping and frogs croaking and nothing but blackness behind the house. A single yellow bulb lit the back proch, but then Grace noticed that some of the light on the porch came from under the shade of the room next to hers. Roy's room. His window shade was up a few inches and the light in his room was on.
Grace squirmed on the porch glider. The urge to have a look into Roy's room was unbearably strong. She told herself she was the boy's aunt, now responsible for his rehabilitation, and it was her duty to know as much as she could about him. How wrong cQuld it be?
Quietly leaving the glider, she moved towards the window of Roy's room and carefully peered through the gap between the window shade and the window sill.
She gasped at what she saw.
Roy was stretched out on his bed naked, one m hand holding his balls and the other hand fisting his erect cock. The boy's fist slowly moved up and down, and it was clear to Grace that her nephew was in the midst of jerking off.
A wave of intense excitement ran through Grace as she watched him. His cock looked so lovely, so thick and juicy, the knob bloated and almost purple in color. His fist moved up and down, dragging his cockskin over the flared rim of his cockhead, back and forth over his knob. His eyes were closed and he had a look of bliss on his young face.
Grace had never seen man or boy jerk off, and she was fascinated. She found her mouth watering as she continued staring at the boy's swollen prick. She studied his cock and balls, watched the way his fist moved up and down, the way his other hand jiggled his ball-bag. How lovely it was to watch!
Would he come? She had a sudden powerful desire to watch her nephew's bloated cock spurt his white jism into the air. His love seed. His cock-cream. She ran her tongue over her lips, aching with excitement as she watched him.
His fist moved more rapidly now. He pumped his prick with increasing speed, and Grace's heart beat wildly as she realized she would get to see him come.
And then suddenly Roy groaned and heaved, and his cock began spurting his jism. Globs of thick white cream foamed and geysered out of his cock head.
Grace remained transfixed until the end, until the last drop of his fuck-cream oozed out of the slit in his prickhead.
She finally pulled back from the window and hurried back to her room. With a sob, she furiously fingered her pussy until she came.
Her last thought before she slept was an image of Roy's cock spewing hot jism like a fountain.
CHAPTER TWO
During the next month, Grace passed a good deal of time attempting to rehabilitate her two wayward nephews. She imposed a strict curfew on them, made them attend church every Sunday, and at least once a day she read an appropriate passage from the Bible to them. She was certain that a summer of careful supervision would turn them towards a decent future.
She deeply regretted that first day when she'd spied on Roy masturbating. She thought about it with a mixture of guilt and lust, and the feeling of lust would produce even more guilt. Fearful of the desires it might awaken in her, she had never again tried to peep at the boys in their rooms. She even avoided relieving her own tensions by masturbation. She was determined to be righteous. How could she possibly straighten the boys out if she herself was sinful? The result was that most of the time she was horny and jumpy and her pussy embarrassingly wet. Better to be wet down there than to be a sinner, she thought.
One afternoon as she sat on the back lawn reading the Bible to the boys, she noticed they were staring at her legs. She suddenly noticed that the position she'd taken, facing them in a chair while they sat on the grass, left her legs and thighs exposed and possibly even more.
At first she tried keeping her legs pressed together, hoping that if she ignored the way they were looking at her the problem would be solved. But then a strange compulsion overcame her and she found herself gradually opening her legs again.
Her pussy was wet. She could feel the wetness along the insides of her thighs. She realized the crotch of her pantyhose must be sopping. She was sorry she wore pantyhose instead of merely panties. The boys would be able to see more with panties covering her crotch.
It's wicked, she thought. But she opened her legs even farther and blushed when she saw their eyes devouring the shadowy insides of her thighs.
She thought about Roy's cock, the way his prick had looked when his jism had erupted. She wondered if Calvin had a bigger cock than Roy.
The boys had been seeing some of the girls they'd met at church. They were always home by ten o'clock in the evening, but there was time enough. Did they do things with their girls? Teenagers were supposedly fast nowadays. Did Calvin and Roy fuck their girlfriends?
She knew that some boys were attracted to women rather than girls, woman her own age. She imagined herself doing things with her nephews and she blushed again.
"That's enough," she said.
The boys grinned and Calvin said, "Enough what, Aunt Grace?"
"Enough of the Bible for one day."
"But we like it, Aunt Grace. You can't stop if we like it." Their eyes were fixed on the opening between her legs. Calvin chuckled and ran his tongue over his lips. Then he closed his hand around her ankle.
She cried out and groaned, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, Aunt Grace. I'm just touching your leg."
"Stop it! Stop doing that, the neighbors will see!"
Roy laughed. "Fuck the neighbors, Aunt Grace. Open your legs and show us what you've got."
She whimpered, wondering if she'd heard him right. She felt dizzy. I'll faint, she thought. Was it a dream? Then she felt Calvin's hand squeezing her ankle and she knew it wasn't a dream.
"Please let me go," she moaned.
Instead, Calvin pulled at her ankle to get her to open her legs even more.
"I'll punish you," she said. "You can't treat me like this. The judge said I could punish you and that's exactly what I'll do. You ought to wash your mouth, Roy, for using a nasty word like that in front of me. And Calvin, you must get your hand off my foot. I won't stand for this!"
But he pulled at her ankle again, and this time her legs were spread wide enough for them to see the crotch of her pantyhose.
She was afraid that if they made a ruckus the neighbors would see what was going on. I'll whip them around when I get them in the house, she thought.
In the meantime the boys had a good view of her cunt-bush through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose.
Calvin looked at Roy and Roy giggled, "She's wet."
Roy nodded. "Maybe she's pissed in her pants."
Grace groaned and fainted.
* * *
When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in an easy chair in the living room. It took awhile before she realized her arms and legs were tied to the chair and she couldn't move.
"You passed out," Calvin said. "We had to carry you into the house."
The boys were standing in front of her, smiling, their eyes bright.
She moaned. "Why have you tied me up? You mustn't do this!"
They ignored her. Then Calvin moved forward and put his hand on one of her tits. She was shocked. A shudder ran through her body as she realized what they intended to do. Her eyes wide, she gazed down at his hand as it gripped the mound of her tit through the material of her dress and bra.
It can't be, she thought, this can't be happening.
Calvin said, "She's got great tits. Have a feel, Roy."
Roy snickered and stepped forward to share her tits with his brother. They squeezed and mauled her tits, and then Calvin brought out a knife and he began cutting her dress away.
He cut her dress into pieces until her bra was completely exposed.
"Christ, what a pair!" Calvin said Roy. "You remember that girl, Cindylou? These are bigger."
Grace screamed. A hand suddenly covered her mouth and her screams was muffled into a gurgle. Then a piece of her dress was stuffed into her mouth, and she found herself unable to make any sound except an animal-like whimper.
Using his knife, Calvin cut the straps of her bra and peeled it away from her tits.
She could see the hot lust in their eyes. Their eyes glittered as they gazed at the heaving globes of her tits, and she shuddered as she realized that having them look at her this way turned her on.
Both boys moved forward to squeeze and fondle her milk-white tits. Grace whimpered with embarrassment. No one had touched her tits since her high school days, no one except her doctor and, when he did it, there was never anything erotic about it. Not like this. She hated herself for getting turned on by the way her two nephews pinched and pulled her thick pink nipples.
She quivered with a mixture of fear and excitement.
Calvin chuckled, "You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen, Aunt Grace. How're you doing? Feeling okay? We've got a long afternoon ahead. We wouldn't want you to be too uncomfortable. I'm sorry about the gag."
Grace shook her head and grunted through the cloth.
"What's the matter?" Calvin said. "You don't like the gag? But you'll scream without it, Aunt Grace. If we take the gag out, do you promise not to scream?"
Grace violently moved her head up and down, and a moment later Calvin pulled the gag out of her mouth.
"I'll do anything you want," she gasped. "Just don't hurt me."
The boys grinned.
"That's better," Calvin said. "Isn't it, Roy?"
"Sure is," the younger boy said. "She'll be good, I know she will."
"That's right, Aunt Grace. You just behave yourself and everything'll be fine."
"Anything you want," she groaned. She was thankful not to have the gag in her mouth any more. At least now she could breathe freely. Now she might have a chance to talk herself out of this nightmare.
Then Calvin pinched her nipples and she remembered how vulnerable she was, how much at their mercy.
"We're going to get the rest of your clothes off," Calvin said.
She whimpered. "Do you have to do that?"
"We wanna look at you. How're we gonna look at your pussy if you've got clothes on?"
He started cutting the rest of her dress away. She told herself there was nothing she could do about it. Her nephews intended to look at her cunt and there was nothing she could do about it. It took him no more than a moment to slice her pantyhose to ribbons and pull everything away from her body until she was completely exposed.
"Jesus, what a cunt!" Roy croaked. "Look how hairy she is!" Grace blushed. Her legs weren't that much apart, but they could see enough. She discovered it wasn't that awful being naked under their eyes, not painful at least. And even a bit exciting. Yes, she had to admit that. It thrilled her to have them look at her naked pussy.
They untied her legs. She wondered what was happening, but then they pulled her knees back to her tits and once again tied her ankles to the chair.
Now her crotch was completely exposed to their eyes, the slash of her wet hairy cunt, her clit, her cunthole and her pinkish-brown ass-hole. Never in her life had she been exposed like this and it made her heart pound in her throat.
They gazed at her cunt with hot eyes.
Calvin smiled. "That's a ripe-looking pussy, Aunt Grace."
Crouching down, he ran his fingertips along the insides of her thighs and then along the edges of her cunt lips. He teased her pussy, probed his fingers into the wet gash of her cunt and then tickled her cunthole. She groaned with mortification. She wanted to die. Then she cried out as she suddenly felt one of his fingers pushing inside her ass-hole.
"Oh, my God, what are you doing?" she moaned.
Calvin snickered. "Feeling how tight your ass-hole is, Aunt Grace. Roy-likes to fuck ass-holes, don't you, Roy?"
"That's right," the younger boy said. "You ever had a cock in there, Aunt Grace?"
"Never! That's a sin!"
"You'll get a load of cock in there and you won't have time to yell how sinful it is. I bet she's got a tight ass."
"Like a drum," Calvin said. "Feel it yourself."
Grace shuddered as Calvin pulled his finger out of her ass. Roy ran his fingers up and down her asscrack, his eyes bright as he gazed at her puckered bung.
"Christ, she's got hair even around her ass-hole," Roy said. "That really turns me on."
Calvin laughed. "You're an ass-hole freak."
Grace found it hard to believe these were actually her two young nephews talking like this, using such language in front of her. And the fingers! First Calvin's finger and then Roy's finger exploring her ass-hole. She wanted to die of shame.
The boys finally moved back and began stripping their clothes off. Grace watched them with a pounding heart. She bit her lip with fear and excitement when their cocks were at last exposed.
They were both heavily hung, their cocks huge, their balls bloated. Roy had a stiff hard-on, his cockhead leaking fluid, but Calvin's prick was still only half erect.
"We'll untie you," Calvin said, "but if you try anything funny you'll be sorry. You understand, Aunt Grace?"
She nodded. The ropes were chafing her skin. She had no choice but to obey them. They were too strong for her and she was afraid of what they might do.
When they had her untied, Calvin made her stand in front of him. They watched her carefully to see if she would try anything, but she stood there meekly with her face flushed and her heart pounding.
Calvin snickered. "That's the way, Aunt Grace. Don't make a move unless we tell you to."
Once again he put his hands on her tits. His fingers pressed firmly into the meaty globes, squeezing her titflesh until she sucked in her breath to keep from screaming. A mewling sound of desperation came out of her throat.
"Nice, big, juicy tits," Calvin said. "I always liked your tits, Aunt Grace, always wanted to feel them."
"Please..." she groaned.
"Lean forward so we can see how they hang."
She told herself she had no choice. Blushing, she leaned forward so that her heavy tits swung like melons in front of their eyes. Her nipples were stiff and they pointed at the floor like two hard spikes.
Roy moved forward now, extended his hands to hold her tits and pinch her nipples between his fingers.
"I've dreamed about these tits," Roy said. "You ever had a cock between your tits, Aunt Grace?"
"Of course not!"
Roy chuckled, a crazy gleam in his eyes. He pinched her nipples hard and she screamed.
Calvin cursed and slapped her face. "Shut up, you fucking bitch!" Then he told Roy: "Tie her hands behind her back. The bitch can't be trusted."
Grace begged them to leave her hands untied, pleaded that she'd behave, but it did no good. In a moment they had her hands roped behind her back. She whimpered as they pushed her towards her bedroom.
They threw her down on the bed, forced her to stretch out on her back.
Roy laughed and sat down on her thighs. "Be a nice little horsey, Aunt Grace."
Using both hands, he pressed the globes of her tits together and lowered his face to suck and bite her nipples. When he bit too hard, she lost control of herself and tossed and kicked on the bed.
Roy bolted upright, cursed and whacked her face with his hand. "What the fuck are you doing? I'll kill you!"
She tasted blood in her mouth and thought she'd pass out. She closed her eyes and prayed it was only a dream and that she'd wake up. Her tits felt hot and tingling, and she realized he was sucking her nipples again, working them between his sharp teeth. She groaned in despair as she realized it felt good.
He finally lifted his face and smiled down at her. "Delicious tits, Aunt Grace."
"You're disgusting!"
He laughed and shifted his body so that he could spread her thighs around his legs. She was helpless. She whimpered when his hand searched her cunt, pulled and tugged at her cunt lips. His fingers poked and pinched and stabbed. One finger stroked and tickled up and down the gash of her pussy until her cunt juice started oozing. As soon as he felt the wetness in her cunt, he leaned forward again to suck her nipples. He sucked and bit and chewed, and this time she lay quietly as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Roy's fingers were inside her cunt now, stabbing deep and hard, spreading her thick cunt lips wide to allow her creamy cunt juice to pour out. He fucked his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy and it wasn't long before she began squirming her cunt against his hand.
"Oh, God, please don't!" she moaned. "Please don't do this to me! I beg you, please don't!"
He laughed and worked another finger inside her pussy. Calvin moved to them now. He lifted her legs and held them wide apart as Roy continued fucking her cunt with his hand.
"You've got a juicy cunt, Aunt Grace," Roy said. "How come you've been living alone all these years? Don't you dig fucking?"
"You're a beast!' she spat. "Both of you are beasts! I'm your aunt!"
"That makes it more fun," he chuckled.
He pulled his fingers out of her juice-drenched cunt. Crouching between her raised legs, he lowered his face to peer at her pussy. Using both hands, he pulled her cunt lips wide apart and stared at the pink meat of her pussy.
Grace whimpered when he brought his nose closer to sniff the aroma of her cuntflesh. Then she felt his lips and tongue on her cunt. He pushed his tongue deep inside between her cunt lips. No one had ever done this to her before and the sensation was incredibly lovely.
The boy laughed. He could feel her reaction to his tongue, feel the shivering of her hot thighs, her guts catching with fire, her luscious ass tightening with lust. He gobbled her drooling cuntmeat, lapping his tongue again and again against her turgid clit, her stiff little cunt-nipple, her passion button. Then he suddenly pulled his mouth away from her oozing pussy.
Grace moaned and heaved her crotch at his face as she tried to get his tongue back.
Roy grinned. "You like it, huh? You like my tongue in your hot pussy, don't you, Aunt Grace?"
She closed her eyes. She hated him and loved him at the same time. She squirmed on the bed, her bound hands lifting her ass, her pussy gyrating under his nose.
"Suck it," she hissed. "Suck my cunt!"
"Naughty Grace," Roy laughed. He looked at Calvin. The older boy was standing beside the bed, his fist slowly pumping his hard prick as he watched his brother and his aunt.
"Fuck her," Calvin said. "Get your prick in her pussy and fuck her."
"No ... please don't!" she wailed.
They laughed at her. Calvin held her legs while Roy positioned himself between her thighs. In a moment she felt the younger boy's huge cockhead pressing against her cuntflesh.
He rubbed his cock-knob up and down between her cunt lips, wetting it in the slime oozing out of her cunt.
Grace moaned each time his hot cockhead touched her clit. The feel of it was marvelous, much more thrilling than a finger. I'm a slut, she thought. My own nephew is rubbing my pussy with his prick and I love it! Then once again she prayed it would all end.
Roy found her cunthole with his cockhead now, and with a powerful lurch he jammed his prick inside her juice-drenched fuck-channel.
Grace cried out as the full length of the boy's cock rammed forward to stretch her cunt muscles and bury itself deep inside her pussy.
He might be a boy, but he's got the cock of a man, she thought. She'd lost count of the years since her pussy has been stretched by a hot cock like this. An incestuous cock. Her own nephew was fucking her.
He began pumping his prick in and out of her cunt. Again and again his cock pounded her pussy. His hips worked like a machine. His cock battered her swollen cuntflesh as he rammed it in and out of her greasy cunt.
She opened her legs as wide as possible, pushed her ass up with her bound hands. She didn't dare let him know how much she loved it, but she couldn't avoid squirming her cunt against his pounding fuckmeat.
Roy was gasping now, the jism boiling in his balls as he pumped his way towards a climax. Her cunt gripped his cock like a hot glove. He tried to hold back, tried to delay the end, but it was no use. With a deep groan, he buried his prick as deeply as possible inside her clutching pussy and shot his load.
Spurt after spurt of hot jism splashed out of his cock to soak the insides of her cunt.
Grace cried out and came, pumping her cunt at the boy's prick, wriggling her ass as she tried to draw every drop of jism out of his young balls. She continued pumping her pussy in a delirium, unaware when Roy rolled off her body to be replaced by Calvin. Now she was being fucked again, Calvin's bigger cock reaming out her cunt until she had to gasp at the feel of it. Her eyes rolling up, she convulsed once again under his thrashing cock.
"Juicy," Calvin grunted as he pulled his limp prick out of his aunt's slimy fuck-hole. "She's a juicy bitch and we're going to have ourselves a time with her."
CHAPTER THREE
They untied her hands and roped one of her ankles to the lower part of the bed. She begged them to leave her untied, but they wouldn't listen.
"Just to make sure you behave," Calvin said.
Calvin sent Roy out of the house to a shopping center a few blocks away. They talked about a list of things to buy, but Grace was too confused to understand. She lay on her bed, one leg tied to the bed-frame, her heart pounding as she thought about her predicament. What did they intend to do with her? She was frightened. She was completely at their mercy and she had no idea what the future might bring.
After Roy left the house, Calvin returned to Grace. He stood beside the bed, smiling down at her.
"How you feeling, Aunt Grace?"
"How do you think I feel? I feel awful. What are you going to do with me?"
"Have some fun, that's all. Is there anything special you'd like?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you like to suck my cock?"
"No!"
He chuckled and climbed over her as thought he were mounting a horse. When she tried to struggle, he gripped her chin between his fingers and squeezed hard until she whimpered. She finally relaxed and lay there under him, stretched out on her back while he sat on her.
She looked at his cock. His long prick bobbed over her belly, a strand of clear fluid hanging from the tip of his cockhead. As she gazed at his rampant fuckpole, it twitched and strained under her eyes.
The wet gleaming string of cock-juice continued to dangle from the knob of his prick. She could smell his cockmeat. The powerful male odor caused her nostrils to flare, and she shuddered as she realized the smell of him turned her on. She breathed heavily, her tits quivering as they rose and fell.
He looked down at her tits now. He squeezed them together with his palms. His cock jerked and the glistening string of cock-juice dropped down to her belly.
Grace whimpered. His hands on her tits felt good and she was ashamed. She was afraid that if he forced her to suck his cock she might like that too. She'd never done it, never had a cock in her mouth, but she'd thought about if often and wondered what it would be like. The idea of sucking his prick filled her with a mixture of excitement and disgust.
She closed her eyes. She couldn't stand looking at his cock any longer. His prick was so close, there was no way to avoid it except to close her eyes.
Suddenly his hands left her tits and he shifted forward. She opened her eyes just as the tip of his drooling cock touched her left nipple. She gasped at the feel of his cock-juice wetting her titflesh. He moved his cock from one tit to the other, until both nipples were wet with his fluid.
He lifted his hips again and now he moved forward to straddle her tits. His cock loomed over his face like a club. She was completely helpless and she knew she would be forced to do whatever he wanted her to do.
She wondered if she'd be able to stand the taste of his cock. She wondered if she would gag when she had his fat prick in her mouth.
Now she mewled with apprehension as he pushed his hard cock into her face.
He sat on her chest, his muscular ass squashing her tits. Holding his cock with one hand, he slipped the other hand beneath her head.
"Okay, Aunt Grace, how about it?"
She stared. Her mouth suddenly ran dry and her body shuddered. No matter how awful her mind told her this was, her cunt was on fire.
"Come on, Aunt Grace. I want you to tell me what you're going to do."
"I can't!"
He laughed, waving his swollen cock under her nose, almost touching her lips with it.
The smell of his cock drove her wild. Smell it! Smell that cock! Oh, God, I'm dying from the smell, she thought. It's almost touching me! My mouth couldn't possibly take it!
"Suck it, Aunt Grace."
He pressed the fat spongy head of his cock against her lips. He swabbed his cock-knob back and forth, smearing her lips with his cock-juice.
She quivered and moaned and flared her nostrils as the smell of his cock filled her nose. Her pussy throbbed. She couldn't remember when she'd been this excited. But I don't want to, she thought, I don't want to suck his prick. She opened her mouth to tell him, when he suddenly lurched forward to push his cock between her lips.
He pried her lips wide open and shoved the huge meaty knob of his cock inside her mouth.
Her eyes bulged and she started to gag. The problem was the pressure of his cockmeat against her tongue, not the taste. She finally relaxed her jaw muscles, and she lay there with his cock stuffing her mouth.
The boy gazed down at her with a satisfied look on his face. She closed her eyes, tightened her lips around his prick, gripping it just behind the flange of his knob. It felt good in her mouth, she had to admit that. His hot cockflesh tasted slightly salty, but it was good. She pressed her teeth gently into the spongy mass. She felt his cockmeat throb.
Her saliva flowed, bathing his cock and then streaming down her throat. She had to swallow again and again. She had an urge to have more of his cockmeat in her mouth, but she was afraid to move, afraid to do anything. She wanted to suck, but what would he think of her if she started doing that? She wanted it, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Maybe he would ram his cock down her throat and she'd have no choice but to suck on his thick cockshaft in order to breathe.
She understood something now-she understood why women did this. The feel of his hot cockflesh in her mouth was marvelous.
She liked the taste of him. It occurred to her that his prick might be leaking fluid into her mouth and the idea of it revolted her, but she quickly calmed down and focused on the lovely feel of the silky spongy mass pressing against her tongue.
Now Calvin spoke to her and she opened her eyes. "Suck it, Aunt Grace. Show me some action. You know you want to do it. I can tell. Suck it before I get mad."
She told herself she had no choice. She began to suck his cock, working her lips and jaws and tongue. Her saliva flooded over his cockmeat. The taste was stronger now, a salty taste of hot cockflesh.
She used her hands. She curled the fingers of one hand around the base of his thick cock and used the other hand to hold his heavy balls.
She sucked hard, twisting her head, pulling on his prick with her lips, suctioning the juices out of his fat cockhead. He muttered his approval, holding himself motionless, allowing her to do the work.
The pleasure she had was immense. She was turned on. She'd never in her life been so turned on as at this moment when she had the cock of her nephew in her mouth. A sudden blast of heat washed over her and she realized she was coming. Nothing in her cunt, nothing happening to her clit, and yet she was coming. She mewled as her pussy throbbed and convulsed. She sucked more forcefully on his cock, sucking and chewing and gorging herself on his cockmeat.
Calvin chuckled. He grinned down at her and pulled her ears. She stopped moving and looked up at him with his fat prick stretching her lips.
Calvin smiled. "It's time to milk the cow, Aunt Grace. You ever had a load of jism in your mouth before?"
She shook her head.
"Then this is a first, isn't it?" he snickered.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth until only his cockhead was still between her lips. She still had one hand holding his balls and the other hand curled around the base of his cockshaft.
"Jerk me off," he said. "Use your hand and jerk me off into your mouth."
She was horrified. She'd never imagined he'd make her take a load of his spunk in her mouth. The thought disgusted her. She had jerked off a few boys in high school and she knew the mess it made. She knew how the jism fountained out of a boy's cock when he came. The idea of having her nephew's foamy cum on her tongue made her nauseous.
Calvin twisted her ear to let her know he was impatient. I must go through with it, she thought.
She began pumping his cock, sliding his soft cockskin back and forth along the thick muscle of his cockshaft. His meaty prick felt good in her hand. His fat cockhead was velvety and warm against her lips. She had only half his cockhead in her mouth, her lips puckered, her tongue swirling over the slit in his cock-knob.
Suddenly Calvin groaned and she felt his balls tighten in her hand. He let go, crying out his pleasure as his balls throbbed and exploded. His hot jism shot through the quivering barrel of his cock. His cock-cream blasted against the back of her mouth and into her throat. She gagged and gurgled, swallowing in a frenzy. She kept her mouth working, taking all of his thick load, forcing it down her throat.
When his balls were drained, Calvin pulled his limp cock from her sucking lips. "Nice, Aunt Grace. That was good sucking. You'll get better at it, but it's okay for now."
He climbed off her body and she fell back on the bed and sobbed.
When Roy returned home, they made her go into the kitchen to prepare them some food. They refused to allow her to put on her robe. Calvin had his jeans on and Roy still wore his street clothes, but she had to remain naked as she worked in the kitchen. She found it humiliating. She was also afraid one of the neighbors might see through the kitchen windows. When she mentioned this to the boys, they finally relented and brought her one of her blouses.
"But I'm still naked below the waist," she protested.
"Never mind," Calvin grinned. "They can't see that through the windows and we like to look at your ass."
Roy had brought some things from the hardware store, and after the boys finished the meal, they opened the packages on the kitchen table.
Roy had brought an assortment of dog collars and dog leashes, and Grace was puzzled at first because they had no pets in the house. Then she realized the stuff was intended for her.
"You can't do that!" she moaned. "I won't wear those things!"
Calvin grabbed her and pinched her ass until she cried out in pain. "You'll do whatever we want you to do," he laughed. "Unless you want us to hurt you. You don't want that, do you, Aunt Grace?"
"But you can't keep me in the house like this. You can't keep me a prisoner. I've got to go out sometime. People will ask about me. Be reasonable. If you stop this horrible thing now, I'll forgive you everything. Please!"
Her pleading did no good. They said they intended to take her out sometime, but she'd have to behave herself when they did.
"Everything around here is different now," Calvin said. "You try to run out on us and you'll be sorry. Anyway, if you run, you'll have to run naked because we're putting your clothes away."
He went on to explain how from now on she would be their slave. She thought he was joking, but then she realized he was serious. It can't last, she thought. Another few weeks and her summer vacation would be over and she'd have to get back to her teaching job downtown. They might keep her prisoner for a few weeks, but after that it would be impossible.
When Roy learned slje'd sucked Calvin's cock while he was gone, he wanted some attention himself. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.
"How about working on this awhile?" he smirked.
Grace stared at his hard cock as he stood there in front of her.
"You're both nasty," she said. "I'll never forgive you."
But the sight of his throbbing cock turned her on, and without realizing it she licked her lips as she gazed at it.
"You're hot," Roy grunted. Fisting his cockshaft, he waved his cockmeat in her face. The tip of his cock brushed her chin and left a wet smear of juice near her lips. "Come on, Aunt Grace, open your mouth and have a taste of it."
Shuddering, she parted her lips. His cock jumped as her hot breath wafted over it. Then she leaned forward to engulf his cock-knob with her lips and teeth and tongue.
Roy's cock was smaller than Calvin's, and she discovered she could get it into her mouth more easily. She sucked his cockhead, chewed on his fat blood-filled knob. She swirled her tongue over his velvety cock-skin. She felt the ridges on his cockshaft with her tongue, and then she probed the slit at the end of his cockhead with her tongue-tip.
She loved the way the boy's cockmeat throbbed in her mouth. She found the smell and taste of him incredibly exciting. A month ago she'd secretly watched this cock spurting jism in the air, and now here she was with it stuffing her mouth.
Once again she probed his pisshole with her tongue. Some juice gushed out of the end of his prick and she searched for more of it. She loved it. This was cockjuice and not jism, but she wasn't yet used to the sharp pungent taste of jism and this was delicious.
"Come on, Aunt Grace, suck it," he said. "Take the whole thing in your mouth."
Grace delayed sucking all of his cock. His cockhead was too delicious to give up. The soft velvety skin of his cock-knob made her quiver with lust. Roy tried to push more of his cock inside her mouth, but she held him off by sucking hard on his fat cockhead.
"Goddamn fucking bitch!" the boy snarled.
He grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged for a moment, and then she relaxed her jaws and accepted his hot cockmeat.
Pushing forward until he had all of his cock buried in her face, Roy held her fast and then suddenly released her. "Now suck, Aunt Grace. Suck my prick and make me come."
She had a hand on his cock now. She pulled her head back, sucking his warm cockmeat. Roy watched his cock come out of her mouth and groaned his approval. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. He wore no underwear, and Grace now had all of his cock and balls to work with. One hand curled around his cockshaft, she dug her fingers into his nuts, tested their resiliency, jiggled them on her palm. Using her fingernail, she scratched between his balls and his ass-hole.
She swallowed his cock deeply with each stroke now. She felt the muscles of her throat stretch to accept his bloated cockhead. She forced herself to keep her throat relaxed.
Holding her head in his hands, Roy began to slowly pump his prick in and out of her mouth. This was something new to Grace. When she'd sucked Calvin, it was she who had done all the work. Now Roy was actually fucking her face and she discovered it was thrilling.
Fingers pulling her ears, the boy pumped his hard cock in and out of her sucking mouth.
Saliva bubbled out of the corners of her lips to stream down her chin. She kept her eyes closed and her head still. Her mouth held the shape of a ring as his thick cockshaft and slid smoothly in and out.
"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "Here it comes, Aunt Grace, here comes my fucking load!"
A geyser of thick cock-cream erupted out of his cockhead and into her waiting mouth. Hot jism jetted over her tongue. She gulped and swallowed, sucking the cream out of his prick, squeezing his balls and pumping his cockshaft to get every drop of his load.
I love it, she thought. I love drinking their spunk. I love sucking their fat pricks. Oh, Lord, what will happen to me?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come on, Aunt Grace, it's time to get up."
She opened her eyes. It was morning. She was lying on her back on her bed with one leg chained to the bedpost. Calvin was standing at the foot of the bed, pulling at the chain to wake her up.
She rubbed her eyes as she came awake. So it was not a dream after all. Her nephews had made a prisoner of her in her own house.
Calvin was wearing nothing but a raggedy pair of cut-offs. He dropped them now and approached the side of the bed to hang his hose-like cock over her face.
"Suck on it," he said. "Get it hard so I can fuck you."
She blushed and propped herself so that she could get his fat cock in her mouth. She hadn't forgotten the taste of it, hadn't forgotten how much she loved it. She sucked his meaty prick until it was hard and throbbing, and then he climbed between her legs and drove it inside her eager pussy.
It was good. She tried to hold back her enjoyment, telling herself that he was forcing himself on her, forcing her to commit this incestuous act, but after a while she gave up and wrapped her arms and legs around his thrusting body. She clutched his hard ass-cheeks with her hands and whimpered as he pounded her pussy with his vigorous strokes.
Lord, his cock felt so good! She wanted to sing out with joy each time his hairy nuts slapped against her ass-hole.
When he finally dumped his load into her boiling cunt, the feel of his jism splashing against the walls of her pussy caused her to climax. She groaned and shuddered as her clit twitched against his spurting cock.
He left her after that. She lay there awhile, half sobbing and half mewling with pleasure. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the mixture of their juices. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she gently fingered her swollen cunt lips. With a soft moan of resignation at her sinfulness, she finally pushed two fingers inside her cunthole. She scooped some of his jism out and brought it up to her lips. Her eyes closed, she sucked her nephew's spunk off her fingers.
Before long Calvin returned with Roy. They'd brought her orange juice and coffee and she was thankful for it.
"I'd like to use the bathroom," she said.
Calvin snickered. "What for?"
She blushed. "I've got to pee."
"From now on you call me Mister Calvin. Now say it again."
"I've got to pee, Master Calvin."
They unchained her leg from the bed. They put one of the dog collars around her neck and clipped a leash to it. When they led her into the bathroom, she turned to close the door on them, but Calvin pushed the door open again with a grunt.
"We'll watch," he said.
"You can't do this to me!" she sobbed.
But of course they could do anything they wanted. She was a slave with two masters and she was helpless. They made her sit down on the toilet with her legs spread so they could see the pee gushing out of her pisshole. She had to hold her cunt lips open so they could see everything. She was humiliated, but by the time she finished peeing she was chagrined to find that exposing herself like this turned her on. More than ever, she was convinced she was a filthy slut and a spawn of the Devil.
They let her wash up and put make-up on her face. They let her wear a blouse and shoes, but nothing below the waist. She felt terribly naked prancing about the house on her high heels with her ass and pussy bare, but it was either that or stay chained to the bed.
In the kitchen they unclipped the leash from her collar and she made breakfast for them. She served them in the dining room. They looked very young as they gobbled pancakes and bacon, but each time they fondled her bare ass when she passed them they didn't seem young at all.
Roy obviously had a thing about her ass. He couldn't keep his hands off her. She reminded herself that it was only Calvin who had fucked her this morning. Young Roy's balls were bloated with jism after a night of rest and the thought of it made her hot.
Roy finally made her stand near him so he could play with her ass with one hand while he ate his breakfast with the other.
She closed his eyes and quivered each time his fingers rubbed against her tight ass-hole. She remembered how Calvin had called Roy an ass-hole freak.
Calvin chuckled. "Go on, Roy. Do whatever you want with her. She won't say a damn thing."
Roy made her turn her back to them and bend over a chair with her palms on the seat. She knew they could see everything: her cunt lips and cunthole and ass-hole.
Then she suddenly cried out as she felt something wet running up and down the crack of her ass. Roy's tongue! He lapped up and down between her hairy cunt and the bottom of her spine. His mouth gradually closed in on her ass-hole, and finally his lips were plastered over her bung.
She thought she'd die from the pleasure when she felt the boy's tongue pushing inside the tight ring of her brownie.
He twirled his tongue in and out of her ass-hole until she found herself wriggling and pushing her ass back at his face to get more. How lovely it was! She'd never dreamed anything could be so delicious.
She whimpered with disappointment when he finally pulled his face away from her swaying ass.
"Turn around," Calvin said.
She turned and saw that Roy was now bent over a chair with his back to her and his jeans down at his feet. She found herself facing his naked ass.
"Go on," Calvin said, "suck his ass."
"No," she sobbed, "not that!"
"Go on, you fucking bitch. You liked having his tongue in your ass, I could see it. Now you do it to him. Get moving!"
She told herself and she had no choice. Her eyes on Roy's young ass, she knelt behind him. She ran her hands over his firm ass-cheeks, rained kisses over his muscular little butt. She finally pulled his ass-cheeks open and began tonguing his sweet little brownie.
She loved it. The musky taste of his ass-hole drove her wild. She loved the lewdness of it. She closed her lips over the nut of his ass-hole and fucked her tongue in and out of the tight ring of muscle.
Roy grunted with pleasure. He squirmed his ass against her face. He humped his ass-hole on her tongue.
"Suck my ass, you hot bitch!" the boy groaned. "Suck my fucking ass!"
"She's good," Calvin laughed. "I told you, Roy. I told you she'd be good."
Roy at last pushed her away from his ass and made her bend over again. This time she bent over the table. He pushed her down until her tits were crushed against the table top. She knew what he intended to do. Raising her head, she looked back at him, watched him fondle his hard cock with his hand. His prick looked thick and juicy and ready for fucking. She whimpered when he pulled her hands back to her ass and told her to hold her ass-cheeks open.
"Give your ass-hole some air," Roy snickered. "I hate you!"
But she held her ass-cheeks open. She tried to calm herself. She realized that if he was going to fuck her ass it would hurt less if she was relaxed.
Grinning at her obvious apprehension, Roy picked up the butter dish from the table and scooped out some of it on his fingers.
Grace watched him over her shoulder, watched him smear the butter all over his long cock. Then his fingers were in her asscrack, rubbing the butter over her ass-hole and inside the tight ring of her bung. She remembered the marvelous feel of his tongue in her ass. Maybe she'd be lucky and there wouldn't be too much pain when he shoved his cock in there.
Don't be crazy, she thought. It's going to hurt like hell. She was afraid.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried as he grabbed her waist. "Please don't do it! I beg you! Not in my ass-hole!"
She struggled, fighting with him, but he succeeded in pressing the fat knob of his cock against her slick ass-hole. She could feel the hot tip of his cock against her ass-hole. She could feel his meat between her ass-cheeks, his hot cockflesh, her nephew's randy prick. She wriggled and squirmed. She liked the feel of his hands on her hips, his fingers gripping her ass-flesh, but the idea of having his cock in her ass was frightening.
He continued pressing his cockhead against the ring of her brownie, and then suddenly his knob eased inside her sphincter. She could feel his cockmeat stretching her bunghole, stretching it wide open, stretching and filling her as he slowly shoved his prick inside her ass.
How did other women do it? She'd read that some women liked it, even preferred it to cunt-fucking. They claimed they had more feeling in their ass-holes than in their cuntholes. Was it possible?
Her ass-hole began to yield. He still had only half his cockhead inside her ass, but now she pulled her ass-cheeks wider with her hands and pushed out as though she were shitting. She could feel her ass-hole opening like a flower. She could feel the rest of his cockhead ease inside her stretched bunghole. She wiggled her ass.
"Go easy!" she gasped. "Slow and easy!"
God, his cock felt so hot! She could feel him slowly entering her shitter. She had never in her life imagined she'd ever have a prick in there. The feel of it, the stretching feel, the hot feel of it blew her mind. She could actually feel her tissues stretching. She could feel the head of his cock digging into her ass. She sucked in her breath, waiting to get the next inch of hot cockmeat.
Then she felt the ring of her ass-hole close behind the flange of his cockhead. She groaned. She wiggled her ass. She quivered with lust as she pictured his fat cockhead lodged in her ass-hole. She sobbed as another inch of hot prick was pushing inside her shit-tube.
Another inch. His cock glided easily now, pushing forward to stretch and fill her ass. She felt stuffed. The dear boy had so much meat to cram into her poor little bung! Could she take all of his huge prick inside her ass? Could she handle that much cock?
She still had her hands on her ass-cheeks, and now she pulled her ass open even wider, hoping to make room for more cock. She wanted all of it. She admitted it to herself now. She wanted every lovely inch of the boy's cock up her ass.
Roy said, "How is it, Aunt Grace? How does it feel?"
"I don't know," she gurgled. "I'm afraid you'll hurt me. Does it look all right to you?"
"It looks fantastic. Your ass-hole is all opened up, stretched about a mile wide, but you can take it. It's beautiful!"
The boy looked down, his eyes shining at the sight of his aunt's pink ass-hole sucking the shaft of his cock. He had dreamt about this for month. Now here he was with his cock up his aunt's ass, right there under his eyes. He pushed forward, buried his cock to the hilt in her ass, slammed against her butt until his balls kissed her cunt lips.
"Oh, dear God!" she moaned.
She knew now that she had all of him, all of his lovely fat cock in her ass, his hot cockmeat reaming out her insides. The pain hadn't been bad. In fact, she couldn't remember it any more. All she could feel now was the delicious stretching and stuffing of her shithole.
He stopped moving. He let his cock soak in her steaming shit-tube. She had the most gorgeous ass he'd ever fucked and he wanted her loose and relaxed so that he could pound his meat without any difficulty.
Now Grace purred as she felt his hand sliding under her belly, as she felt his fingers searching out her cunt lips and clit and then finally her gaping hungry cunthole. His finger snaked into her red-hot cunt. The sensation of having her cunthole finger-fucked at the same time as her ass was stuffed with hard cock drove her wild.
"Move!" she croaked. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
Roy giggled at the way she'd suddenly become crazy for his cock in her ass. He started fucking her, sliding his prick slowly in and out of her steaming ass-hole, watching the way the tight ring of her shitter sucked at his fuckpole.
"Christ, what an ass!" Roy said to Calvin. "You've got to try it, Cal. It's so fucking tight and hot, it'll blow your mind!"
"Better than Mabel?"
"She's tighter than Mabel. You can drive a truck through Mabel's ass-hole, that's how loose she is."
Grace had no idea who Mabel was, but she was satisfied that Roy thought her ass-hole was better than Mabel's, tighter and hotter. She tried to imagine what it must feel like for a boy to have a cock in a woman's ass. It had to feel good. The way Roy was talking about it, it had to be marvelous.
She focused on the feel of his cock in her ass, on the feel of his massive meat sliding in and out of her bung. She was sorry she hadn't found a man to fuck her ass years ago. It might have changed her attitude about sex. All these years she'd had a slick tight ass-hole ready to suck on a man's cock and she'd let it go to waste. God, she loved the feel of his cock in there! So smooth and hot and heavenly. She was completely open now, completely relaxed, ready to take whatever he had to give her, hoping he would fuck her ass into the ground.
Suddenly, without any warning, he pulled his cock completely out of her ass-hole and stepped back.
Grace cried out, sobbed out her need. She could feel her ass-hole gaping wide, an empty cavern a mile wide.
"Put it back!" she screamed.
The boys laughed at her. They pulled her away from the table and forced her into the living room. They draped her over the arm of an easy chair, her ass in the air, and then Calvin came behind her and brutally shoved his cock in her ass, the full length of his cock with a single stroke.
She moaned. She shoved her ass back to get all of his thick cock. Saliva drooled out of her mouth as she tried to fuck her ass-hole on his hot prick.
Then Roy knelt on the easy chair and shoved his cock against her face. She could smell her ass on Roy's prick. As Calvin started fucking her bung, she opened her mouth to suck Roy's juicy cockhead.
Yes, she thought. One in my mouth and one in my ass. She was filled with cock, filled with hard fuckmeat, her ass-hole stretched, her mouth stretched, her brain reeling.
Calvin's cock was bigger than Roy's and she could feel the difference. She was amazed at how easily her ass-hole had opened. She had two holes now. She had a cunthole and an ass-hole, and they were both available for randy cock, both ready to be stuffed with hard meat any time the boys wanted it.
Although Roy's cock was smaller than Calvin's, it was still a mouthful. She snorted on his sliding prick. He fucked her mouth with an easy rhythm, pumping his hard prick in and out of the ring of her lips. She sucked his throbbing cockmeat. She instinctively swirled her tongue over his cockshaft each time it retreated out of her mouth.
Calvin gasped. "Oh, yeah, Aunt Grace! What a tight hot ass-hole you have! You like it, don't you? You like having your back door plugged with prick? Right up the old dirt road! Christ, what a slut! She looks so prim and proper, but she digs it up the ass! Sweet pink little ass-hole!"
The wickedness in his voice drove her crazy with lust. Fuck my ass! she thought. Pack the shit in there! Stuff it up to my tonsils!
She could feel the sweat coating her body. Her legs trembled, her heart pounded, she slurped saliva as she sucked Roy's thrusting cock.
The boys were into the short hunches now, grunting and groaning, and she knew that soon she would get their jism. She'd get a load in each hole, hot jism up her ass and hot jism down her throat. An ass-hole filled with plunging prick and a mouth filled with sliding cock.
Roy came first. He gushed what felt like a quart of jism into her mouth. Globs of it dribbled out of the corners of her lips. She gulped it down, loving the tart taste and the pungent smell of it as she drank it.
She was hardly finished with Roy's thick load when Calvin began spurting in her ass. That really got to her. The feel of his cock throbbing in her ass-hole, the feel of his fuck-cream leaking out of her bung and making her ass slippery, the idea that she was getting a jism enema, it was all too much for her. Her eyes rolled up in her head as the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced wracked her body.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two days passed before Mabel appeared. Grace suspected it would happen because the boys were hinting about it. Then one afternoon Calvin went out and returned with Mabel.
She was a tall slender brunette with a hard look about her. As Grace learned, the boys had been fucking her for some time.
"So this is Grace," Mabel smiled, her eyes running up and down Grace's body.
Grace was wearing a thin robe and her lush curves were on display. She blushed and belted the robe more tightly around her waist. She wondered what new horrors the boys had in store for her now. Whoever this Mabel was, she certainly wasn't here for an ordinary social visit. Grace had to admit to herself that Mabel was stunningly attractive. She tried to imagine the boys rolling around on a bed with the brunette. Did they fuck her in the ass? Grace's ass-hole was sore from all the cornholing she'd been getting the past few days. All she had to do was think about a cock in her ass and she turned on. She stood there blushing under Mabel's scrutiny, knowing the brunette was aware of what had been going on between herself and her nephews.
Suddenly, Mabel's hand lashed out and she slapped Grace's face almost hard enough to knock her out.
"You look too satisfied," Mabel hissed. "Are you satisfied, Grace?"
Grace sobbed. "I don't know what you mean."
"You call me Mistress Mabel. Say it so I can hear it."
"I don't know what you mean ... Mistress Mabel." Grace was afraid. She felt strange calling a woman younger than herself
"mistress" but she knew that if she didn't do it there'd be trouble.
"That's better," Mabel smiled. "What I mean, little pussy, is that you look too satisfied and I want to know if it's true."
"I'm not satisfied, Mistress Mabel."
"Not enough fucking?"
The boys were standing close by and they giggled. Grace blushed. The past week she'd been fucked more times than she'd ever imagined she'd be fucked in all her life.
"Take your robe off," Mabel said.
"What-what for?"
"Because I say so, darling. Do it before I get angry and belt you again."
Grace slipped the robe off and dropped it on an easy chair.
"Nice tits," Mabel smiled. "I bet the boys have been having fun with you."
She reached out and ran her fingertips very lightly over one of Grace's heavy tits. In a moment Grace's nipple came out hard and long. Mabel chuckled and fondled the other tit until both nipples were stiff.
Grace suddenly screamed as Mabel brutally pinched her nipples. Mabel pushed Grace, and the blonde found herself sitting in the easy chair. She held her tits in her hands and sobbed.
Mabel stripped. Grace quivered as she watched the woman remove her clothes. In a moment Mabel was naked. She was beautiful. She had small tits and a firm little ass and long lovely legs.
Her eyes glittering, Mabel came over to stand in front of Grace. She spread her long legs apart, and when Grace looked up, she could see Mabel's pink cunt lips protruding from her bush of dark cunt hair. Grace stared. She'd never looked at another woman's pussy and she was fascinated.
Mabel was aware of Grace's interest. She looked down at the blonde and smiled and hunched her pelvis forward.
"That's my pussy," the brunette said. "How about a little nibble, honey?"
Grace looked up at Mabel's face. She saw the gleam in Mabel's eyes and she had no doubt what Mabel was talking about. Grace's heart pounded. She thought she could smell Mabel's pussy now. There was a definite smell of hot cunt under her nose. The idea that she might be forced to lick Mabel's cunt made her shudder. She would die if they made her do that. The thought of getting the slime of another woman's cunt on her tongue and lips was more than she could bear. She trembled as the rank smell of Mabel's pussy filled her nose.
Mabel laughed when she saw the expression on Grace's face. "I can see you've never gobbled a pussy before. Afraid? Come on, darling, put your tongue in there before I hurt you again. You don't want that, do you?"
She grabbed Grace's ear and twisted in order to emphasize what she was saying.
Grace knew she'd have to do it. They could order her to do anything and in the end she would do it. Grace knew she'd be forced to do all kinds of awful things. This was just the beginning.
Mabel suddenly twisted Grace's ear again, and Grace sobbed and lurched forward to bury her mouth in the brunette's cunt bush.
The odor of hot pussy was overpowering. Mabel's cunt was wet. Grace realized that Mabel was excited by what was happening, excited by the feel of another woman's mouth pressed against her cunt.
"Lick it!" Mabel hissed. "Lick some of the juice out of there, Grace! Lick it up!"
Extending her tongue, Grace pushed it between the brunette's cunt lips and began licking.
Only the top of Mabel's slit was available to her because of her their positions, but it was enough. Mabel was very wet. Grace found a flood of cunt-juice between Mabel's protruding m cunt lips.
For the first time in her life, Grace tasted the pussy-juice of another woman. Grace quivered as she rolled Mabel's cunt-cream around on her tongue. The taste wasn't bad, slightly salty, but not bad, certainly not anything that would make her sick.
Now Grace pulled her face back a moment and looked at Mabel's slit. Grace quivered at the sight of a thick glob of slimy white cunt-cream hanging between the brunette's pussy-lips.
Mabel chuckled. As if to help Grace look, she slipped her hands into her crotch and pulled her cunt lips open. "Keep licking, honey. You stop when I tell you to stop."
Grace once again pushed her face into Mabel's pussy. Mabel's cunt lips parted under her nose and tongue. The brunette's sopping cunt dripped its honey on Grace's face. Grace was used to the cunt smell now. She discovered she liked it. There was something warm and feminine about it, something comforting. She discovered she liked the smell of a ripe dripping cunt!
Mabel gripped Grace's head and pulled the blonde's face tight against her cuntflesh. "That's it, baby! Suck my cunt! Come on, let me feel your tongue! Hot and juicy, isn't it?"
Mabel pumped her cunt at Grace's face. The brunette had a big clit. Grace rubbed her nose over it, and she caught it between her lips and began sucking it. This drove Mabel wild. She hunched her pussy at Grace's mouth, urging her to suck harder, twisting the blonde's ears as she mashed her cunt against her sucking mouth.
"That's good!" Mabel purred. "Suck all the goodies out of there, honey! Dig in and go to town!"
Grace was horrified at what she was doing, but she no longer had control of herself. A longing to suck the brunette's cunt had swept over her. She loved the feel of Mabel's soft cuntflesh under her lips. She loved the taste and smell of Mabel's raunchy pussy. The difficulty now was that Grace could not get at Mabel's cunthole in this position. Mabel saw the problem and laughed at Grace's eagerness.
"Get underneath, honey," Mabel said. "I'll open my legs wide and you'll be able to get in there."
In a trance, Grace slipped to the floor, sat there with her face raised so that Mabel could shift forward to get her drooling pussy over her mouth. Grace realized her nephews were watching everything intently, watching her as she sucked Mabel's dripping cunt. It's horrible, she thought. But the worst horror of all was that she liked doing it. It turned her on to have her head under a woman's crotch like this, her mouth open to receive the hot cunt-juice dripping out of a steaming cunthole.
Mabel opened her thighs wide and hunched all of her wet cunt down on Grace's upturned face. She squirmed her pussy-flesh over the blonde's nose and mouth and chin. She rubbed her cunt back and forth and from side to side. She finally centered her clit between Grace's lips.
"Work the button, baby! Work the button and make me come!"
Grace sucked the brunette's oversized clit. It was almost like having a miniature cock in her mouth. She sucked on the tiny knob. She enjoyed making Mabel quiver and shake. She gulped and swallowed the steady stream of cunt-juice flowing into her mouth.
Mabel came. She hissed and groaned and pumped her cunt at Grace's sucking mouth. Cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy to wash over the blonde's face. Grace sucked and slurped and licked. It was a while before she realized she was taking more than just cunt-juice in her mouth.
Mabel was pissing! The taste and smell of it was unmistakable. Her face bathed in the brunette's hot piss, Grace shuddered and quaked through an intense climax.
* * *
Mabel moved in. At first Grace was shocked at the idea, but then she realized it was only natural. Her life had changed. She belonged to them now, belonged to Mabel and the boys.
She was a slave to them, particularly to Mabel. The boys were out of the house much of the time, running wild around town, but Mabel was always home and always ready to have Grace perform some intimate and degrading service. Mabel slept in Grace's bed now and Grace slept on the floor like a dog. She wore a dog collar and sometimes they made her wear the leash.
One day Mabel said, "From now on you eat my cunt first thing in the morning, right after you bring my coffee."
The next morning Grace brought Mabel her coffee and then she had to crawl between Mabel's legs and suck her pussy. She sucked Mabel's cunt while Mabel drank her morning coffee. Grace was used to Mabel's cunt now, but she found the morning taste and smell of Mabel's cunt something special.
Mabel got really juiced up in the morning, as though she'd been storing her juices all night. Grace was soon looking forward to her feast of Mabel's cunt-juice in the morning. She sucked at Mabel's pussy, sucking at Mabel's gaping cunthole, sucked out all the good juices and sometimes she found so much pleasure in it she came just by sucking.
"You love it," Mabel said. "Isn't that true?"
"Yes, Mistress Mabel."
"Is this the first pussy you've ever sucked?"
"Yes." ;
"Get to know it well, honey. You and my pussy are going to be friends a long time. Isn't that nice?"
"Yes."
"Come into the bathroom now, I want you to clean me up. You'll be doing this every morning from now on."
In the bathroom Grace had to watch while Mabel peed, and then she had to clean Mabel's pussy with her tongue. When Mabel thought she wasn't doing it right, she slapped Grace around.
"You lick and suck until you can't taste anything but your own spit," Mabel said.
Sometimes Grace was tied up and whipped. Sometimes Mabel did that, but more often she sat back and let the boys do it. They tied
Grace's hands and feet so she couldn't struggle and they bent her over an easy chair and whipped her ass until she screamed. In the beginning Grace was worried about the neighbors, but then after awhile she realized the neighbors couldn't hear anything and if they did hear anything they didn't care.
Mabel insisted that Grace not look sloppy around the house. Grace had to put make-up on every morning and wear special clothes Mabel had bought for her. She wore five-inch heels, nylons, garter belts and a short skirt. The skirt was short enough so that when she bent over her bare ass was exposed. Aboye the skirt she wore a special jersey top with holes cut out so that her tits could hang free. Mabel liked to pinch Grace's nipples a lot and Grace's nipples were always swollen and stiff.
At dinner time, after Grace had cooked the meal and served them, it was her job to crawl under the dinner table and keep her mouth busy while they ate. They ate their food and she ate their crotches. She always got two loads of jism out of the boys' cocks and that seemed like a gallon of cunt-juice out of Mabel's sopping cunthole. Grace didn't mind it because there under the table she was hidden from view and she could frig her pussy while she sucked them off.
Grace loved eating Mabel. She loved it so much she could not understand. She was not a lesbian. She liked cock, liked it a great deal now, but she still loved to suck a wet cunt. It was fun to bring Mabel off. Mabel did not come very often, but when she did, she made a lot of noise and bucked her ass and grabbed Grace's head like she was going crazy. Grace loved it. It thrilled her to bring Mabel off like that.
One day as Grace was sucking Mabel's cunt on the bed, Mabel made Grace turn around so that she could play with Grace's pussy. Sometimes Mabel did this and whenever she did Grace loved it. But this time Mabel seemed more interested in Grace's ass-hole.
Grace was embarrassed, but the feel of Mabel's fingers tickling her ass-hole was delicious. She hadn't been fucked by the boys in a long time, not since Mabel had arrived. The boys were too busy with Mabel and some girls they'd found in town. Grace hadn't been fucked in so long she thought she'd almost forgotten what it was like. When Mabel pushed a finger inside Grace's ass-hole, Grace moaned with pleasure into Mabel's pussy.
Mabel chuckled. "You've got a tight little ass-hole, haven't you, honey? I know the boys have fucked you there, but they haven't done it enough and you're still tight. We'll have to fix that, won't we? Tonight when the boys come home they'll plow your ass until it's as loose as your cunthole. Won't that be nice?"
Grace waited all day, her ass-hole tingling as she thought of getting corn-holed by her nephews when they arrived. She wondered why she liked ass-fucking so much. Was it the lewdness of it? Or was it the feel of something hot and thick and hard moving inside her ass? Whatever it was, she loved it.
Calvin and Roy finally came home. By that time Grace was dying to get her ass-hole reamed out, and she was disappointed when Mabel said they'd have to do something else first. "First we'll clean you out," Mabel said.
Grace had no idea what Mabel was talking about, but when Mabel brought out an enema bag Grace understood. Her heart fluttering, she looked at her nephews and blushed. Then she turned to Mabel. "Do they have to see this?"
Mabel laughed. "They sure do, honey. There's no need to be bashful. They've already fucked your ass-hole and I know how much Roy-likes to get his tongue in there."
Thank God it was Mabel who gave her the enema and not the boys. Calvin and Roy stood by and watched and that was bad enough, but it was Mabel who greased her ass-hole and slid the enema nozzle inside her shit-tube. The warm water flowed in, filling her up until she thought she'd burst. Then Mabel pulled the nozzle out and Grace had to hrurry to the toilet to let the water come gushing out. This had to be the most humiliating experience of her life, but when she returned to the living room the anticipation of getting fucked soon had her glowing again.
Mabel made Grace bend over an easy chair and began greasing up Grace's ass-hole with her fingers.
"From now on you do this yourself," Mabel said. "You do it every day so if the boys feel like fucking your ass you'll be ready."
Calvin and Roy stripped naked. Their cocks were hard and dripping, and Grace quivered as she imagined the feel of all that hard cockmeat reaming out her bunghole.
Calvin was the first to fuck her. Mabel held his cock, helped him push his cockhead inside Grace's ass-hole.
Grace cried out and rolled her eyes and came as the boy shot the full length of his hot prick inside her twitching ass-hole.
Calvin fucked her smoothly, and soon he was grunting and hunching and finally he shot his load. He had a lot of spunk today and
Grace could feel some of it dripping out of her stretched ass-hole.
Then it was Roy's turn. Her shitter was completely loose and lubricated now and she got a much better fuck out of it. She never stopped coming.
What will become of me? she thought.
CHAPTER SIX
"You just do as you're told," Mabel said. "You won't have any trouble with him because he knows all about you."
They were riding in a taxi and Grace was afraid. Mabel was taking her to see a man Grace had never met before. Mabel had it all arranged. Grace was to do whatever she was told and everything would be fine. Grace found it impossible to disobey Mabel. She didn't want to. Mabel and the boys had become the most important people in her life and she would never disobey them. Lord, how things had changed! Here she was riding in a taxi with Mabel to meet a man to do God knows what and a month ago she'd been so shy and reserved. They kept her busy, Mabel and the boys did. They kept her busy doing all kinds of nasty things but secretly she loved every moment of it.
"Anyway, you look lovely," Mabel said. "I'm sure he'll like you." She patted Grace's knee and then her hand slipped under the edge of Grace's dress to pinch the soft flesh of her thigh above her stocking.
Grace blushed because she thought the taxi driver might see what Mabel was doing in the rear-view mirror.
"I guess I'm nervous," Grace said.
Mabel chuckled. "There's nothing to be nervous about. His name is Ezra Barnwell and he's a banker and if you behave yourself with him I'll be able to stay with you permanently. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes."
Mabel had the taxi go directly to the Greenville State Bank on Main Street. When they walked into Ezra Barnwell's office, he smiled and chuckled as he closed the door behind them.
"Well, here you are at last," he said. "You were right, Mabel. She's definitely a dish."
Grace blushed as they stood there and looked her over. She was happy Mr. Barnwell liked her. That much at least was over with. It gave her more confidence to know he found her attractive.
"She gets turned on easily," Mabel said, "and then she starts flowing like a waterfall. Isn't that right, darling?" She grabbed Grace's face in her hand and squeezed so hard Grace wanted to cry out from the pain.
"Yes," Grace moaned.
Mabel slapped her, and this time Grace did cry out as she reeled under the blow.
Barnwell watched it all with a glitter in his eyes, and Grace was afraid.
Mabel finally left the office. Barnwell told his secretary he'd be taking no calls and he locked the office door and turned to Grace. "Did she hurt you?"
Grace quivered. "Yes."
"She means well, you know. She's a little rough sometimes, but she means well. My but you're pretty."
He walked around her, looking her over, nodding and smiling.
Grace remained motionless under his gaze.
Barnwell finally moved closer. He stood in front of her and put his hands on her tits. Grace blushed but she did not move. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her expression as he slowly squeezed and fondled her tits.
"Nice," he said. "I can feel your nipples right through your bra. They're stiff, aren't they? Having my hands on your tits is turning you on, isn't it?"
"Yes," she groaned.
He moved around behind her, ran his hands over her back and hips and then palmed her ass-cheeks. A wave of pleasure ran through her as his fingers gripped the globes of her fleshy ass. He jiggled and squeezed her ass-cheeks and then pushed her dress inside her asscrack. A soft moan escaped her lips when his fingers rubbed against her ass-hole.
"You're delicious," Barnwell said. "Now raise the dress and show me your legs."
He came around again to stand in front of her and she gathered her skirt in her hands and raised it up to her belly.
She could see the delight in his face. Mabel had made her wear a black lace garter belt and blue panties and smoky nylons. She had good legs and thighs and she knew they looked lovely in nylon and lace.
Barnwell's eyes seemed to burn into the place where her cunt mound bulged the crotch of her panties.
"Mabel told me your pussy is shaved," he said. "Is that true?"
She blushed. "Yes."
"Show me. Drop the panties and show me."
She had the panties on over her garter belt, so there was no problem in getting them off. Barnwell helped her by allowing her to lean on his arm. When she had the panties off, he took them from her hand and sniffed them. Then he tossed them on his desk and told her to lift her dress again.
Now she was bare, the slit of her cunt exposed, her cunt mound shaved clean.
He feasted his eyes on her pussy, stood there a long moment examining her bald cunt mound. The hot lust in his face excited her.
Now he walked around behind her. "Bend over the desk. Put your hands on the desk and bend over and show me your ass."
She used one hand to hold her skirt at her waist and one hand to support her weight on the desk. She wondered how much of her cunt he could see from behind. Mabel's hairy cunt was almost totally visible from the back and she had sucked it that way many times. Then she felt Barnwell's hands on her ass. He pulled her ass-cheeks open and she knew that now he could see everything-her cunthole and her ass-hole and her asscrack. She quivered and almost came.
"Lord, you're a piece," he grunted. "Your cunt is all wet and I can see the juice inside your slit. You're as hot as can be now, aren't you?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
She groaned as she felt his fingers probing and tickling her cunthole and ass-hole. Now she could feel how wet she was as some of her cunt-juice leaked down the insides of her thighs.
He pushed a finger inside her cunthole, stretched the mouth of her pussy, slid the finger in and out a few times and then withdrew it.
She moaned. She wanted the finger back. She wanted his whole hand in there. She wiggled her ass from side to side, hoping to tempt him, hoping to get his finger in her cunt again.
He touched her once more, but this time his finger probed her ass-hole. She remained motionless, concentrating on the feel of it as his finger circled the rim of her ass-hole and then slowly pushed inside her puckered shitter.
Her ass-hole had been loosened up by all the ass-fucking she'd been doing and his finger slipped inside her shitter without any difficulty.
"You're all open," he laughed. "You could take a Mack truck in there."
She whimpered in humiliation. There he was a complete stranger testing the tightness of her ass-hole. She had an urge to faint, but the feel of his finger prevented her.
Finally he pulled his finger out of her ass and told her to turn around.
"Kneel," he said. "Get my cock out and suck me off. That'll turn the burner down and we'll be able to go on from there."
She was almost thankful to be able to do something active now. She quickly crouched down, unzipped his fly and brought his cock out.
He had a lovely prick. His cock was long and thick and his cockhead was juicy and fat. She sniffed the dripping slit in his cock-knob, lapped up some of his leaking cockjuice with her tongue and then opened her lips and sucked his fat cockhead inside her mouth.
Barnwell made noises of approval and twisted his hips to get more of his cock inside her mouth.
She slowly inched her lips down over his cockshaft, inch by inch until she had her nose pressing into his cock-bush and his cockhead pushing against the back of her throat. Mabel had told her about deep-throating a cock and she'd been practicing on her nephews. She was good at it now. She could keep a cockhead inside her throat for at least several seconds and she knew how to clamp her throat muscles to grip the knob tightly.
When Barnwell felt the grip of her throat on his cockhead, he hissed and swore and started coming. Grace had to pull her mouth back in order to avoid choking, but she was able to keep her lips around his cockhead so that she could get all of his load without missing a drop.
Barnwell groaned as he pumped his balls dry into her face.
"Oh, you lovely bitch," he said. "You suck like a dream."
When she had the last drop of his jism sucked out of his pisshole, he playfully pinched her nose and pushed her away.
"That's enough," he said. "I'll have some coffee brought in and then we'll get down to serious business."
He wasn't joking. His fly was zipped up and her dress was pulled down when his secretary came in with coffee. His secretary was a tall attractive brunette with a smirk on her face, and Grace guessed the girl suspected something was going on. When their eyes met, Grace blushed. Did the girl know that she'd just sucked a hot load of cum out of her boss's prick? Grace could still taste his spunk on her tongue and teeth. She sipped her coffee to rinse her mouth.
After they finished their coffee, Barnwell again locked the office door and then he told Grace to take her dress off.
He lit a cigar as he watched her strip. She had no modesty about it because he'd already seen everything she had between her legs. He hadn't seen her tits yet, but she knew she had nice tits and anyway he'd already felt them, so what was there to hide?
When she started unsnapping her garters, he made her stop.
"Not the stockings," he said. "Leave the shoes and stockings on."
She did look terribly sexy wearing nothing but her black lace garter belt and smoky nylons and black pumps. His cock was hard again. She could see the bulge of his hard prick in the front of his pants.
He made her walk around the office. She walked back and forth, aware of his eyes on her tits and her ass-cheeks. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy was sopping wet. She'd had only one orgasm while sucking his cock and she hoped she'd have a big one soon. It wasn't fair the way men could get off so easily with a geyser of jism spouting out of their cocks.
"I like your tits," he said. "I bet Mabel pinches the hell out of those big nipples. She does, doesn't she?"
Grace blushed and held her bobbing tits in her hands. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes Mabel is mean."
"And you love it."
"Not all the time."
He chuckled and told her to sit down in a chair facing him. She kept her legs open because she knew he wanted to look at her pussy. But her cunt was dripping juice and this embarrassed her. She felt awful sitting there naked while a fully dressed man she hardly knew looked at her gaping cunt.
When he told her to play with herself, she balked. She somehow found it impossible to do it.
He became angry and threatened her. He told her he'd tell Mabel all about it and Mabel would whip her ass until the blood flowed.
Grace finally draped her legs over the arms of the chair and slipped her hands down to her cunt. She found a lake of cunt-juice between the lips of her pussy. Her cunt lips were swollen with arousal and her clit was stiff and quivering. She kept her fingers away from her clit.
She was too embarrassed to come in front of him like this, and she knew that one touch on her clit would bring her off.
Holding her cunt lips open with one hand, she tickled around her cunthole and pushed a finger inside.
"What do you do with Mabel?" Barnwell said, his glittering eyes fixed on her gaping cunt.
"What do you mean?"
"Christ, you know what I mean. What do you do with her when the two of you fuck?"
Grace felt the heat rise to her face. "I guess we do everything."
"Tell me."
"Most of the time I suck her pussy."
"Do you like it?"
"I didn't at first but I like it now."
"And what does she do to you."
"She uses her fingers."
"In your cunt."
"Yes."
"What about your ass? Does she use her fingers in your ass."
"She does that too."
"Show me. Stick a finger in your ass and show me what she does."
Grace trembled as she slipped a finger down to the puckered rim of her ass-hole. Enough cunt-juice had streamed down to her brownie to make it easy to push her finger inside the elastic hole. She pushed half her finger inside her ass and then jiggled her finger from side to side. "That's the way Mabel does it," she said.
"You like getting it in the ass, don't you?"
"Yes."
Barnwell grinned and opened one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled out a smooth white cylinder and Grace immediately recognized it as a vibrator. "I'm going to put this in your ass," he said.
"Please, no," she groaned.
She still had her finger in her ass, and now she pushed her finger inside until she had all of it inside the hot grip of her shit-tube.
He slid his swivel chair forward so that he could reach her ass with the vibrator. He made her pull her finger out of her ass-hole. He turned the vibrator on, and a moment later she cried out as she felt the first touch of the vibrator on the rim of her shitter.
Her ass-hole opened easily to admit the tip of the vibrator, and as he pushed the cylinder slowly inside her stretched bunghole, she started coming.
Shudder after shudder racked her body as she spasmed. Her ass-hole clamped down on the vibrator and this increased the sensation and forced her to come again.
Barnwell kept the vibrator in her ass until she had four orgasms and then he pulled it out and slapped her face.
"You're a greedy little slut," he said. "Turn around and bend over the chair."
She did as she was told. She bent over the chair with her ass in the air. She heard a swishing sound and then she screamed as her ass-cheeks burned with pain. She looked over her shoulder and saw the leather strap in his hand. Then she cried out again as the strap swished and the second stroke burned her upraised ass.
He gave her ten strokes with the strap. She thought she'd faint, but the pain quickly diminished and in its place came a lovely heat in her ass.
Then she felt his mouth on her ass-cheeks, his lips raining wet kisses on her bruised flesh, his tongue lapping where the strap had marked her. He worked his mouth closer and closer to the crack of her ass and she gasped when she felt his wet tongue fluttering back and forth over her twitching ass-hole.
Oh, God, yes! she thought. Suck my ass! She loved having this done to her. She loved the feel of a wet tongue moving in and out of her ass-hole.
After that he pulled his face away from her ass. He brought out a tube of vaseline and made her grease his cock and then her ass-hole. He teased her by inspecting her ass-hole and then telling her she had to use more grease. She had to hold her ass-cheeks open and show him her bunghole greased and ready for his cock.
When his fat cockhead stretched the elastic rim of her ass-hole, she had the biggest orgasm of the afternoon. Then a moment later, when she felt the full length of his cock stuffing her shit-tube, she came again and the orgasm was even more intense.
She sobbed and groaned as he fucked her ass with a steady rhythm. Soon the pace of his fucking quickened and she knew he was close to coming.
"Shoot it!" she moaned. "Fuck my ass! Shoot it in my ass-hole!"
Barnwell grunted and roared and blasted a load of jism inside her shitter. Her ass-hole sucked on his prick, drawing the spunk out of his balls. Jet after jet of hot fuck-cream splattered her shit-tube.
When he was finished, he made her turn around. She opened her mouth without being told and began sucking his wilted cock to clean it off. She could taste her own ass and she loved it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Grace was fully dressed again when Mabel came to pick her up in Barnwell's office. It was almost as though nothing had happened. Grace sat on the sofa while Mabel and Barnwell talked quietly to each other at the other end of the room. Grace could not hear what they were saying, but she guessed they were talking about her. At one point Barnwell was talking and Mabel looked at Grace and nodded and laughed. Grace found the whole thing embarrassing. Barnwell had done all kinds of things to her and she hardly knew him. Grace quivered as she remembered how Barnwell's cock had packed her ass.
When Mabel finally led Grace out of the bank, Grace found that Mabel had returned to the house and brought back Grace's car.
Mabel drove while Grace sat next to her in the front seat.
"We'll get some gas and then we'll go shopping," Mabel said. "Would you like that? We can get you some new clothes. Would you like that, Grace?"
Grace nodded. She and Mabel had never been out like this before and it was fun. Mabel behaved as though they were close friends. No one could guess that Grace was really Mabel's slave. Only Grace knew that and the knowledge made her tingle with excitement.
Then Mabel slid her hand across Grace's legs and under Grace's skirt to touch her bare pussy.
"You're wet again," Mabel said. "Don't you ever stop?"
She pinched one of Grace's cunt lips between her thumb and forefinger and Grace groaned with pain.
"Oh, God, that hurts!" Grace wailed. Mabel chuckled. "Of course it hurts. He fucked your ass, didn't he."
"Yes."
"Did you like it."
"Yes."
Mabel snickered. A few moments later she pulled the car into a gas station. Grace sat in the car while Mabel got out to talk to the gas station attendant. When the young man came around to clean the windshield, he stared at Grace's legs until she became annoyed and pulled her skirt over her knees. As she watched him clean the windshield, she found herself turned on by his hairy muscular arms.
My God, I'm a nymphomaniac, she thought. I can't look at a man without getting wet.
The gas station attendant was a scruffy-looking fellow wearing a dirty shirt and greasy jeans, but he seemed to have a marvelous physique and Grace couldn't help imagining what he looked like naked.
Mabel returned to the car. "He's waiting for you in the men's washroom."
Grace's heart pounded. "I don't understand."
"The guy who just filled the tank is waiting for you. Go on before I get mad."
When Grace hesitated, Mabel reached out and brutally pinched her nipples through her dress and bra. "You go on before I really hurt you," Mabel said.
Trembling, Grace slipped out of the car and walked to the men's washroom at the side of the station building. She opened the door, and, sure enough, there in the small bathroom was the young man who had just filled the tank and cleaned the windshield.
He looked at her and grinned. "Come on in and close the door, lady."
This is crazy, Grace thought. She hoped there was no one outside who could see what she was doing, entering the men's washroom like this. Her blood raced as she stepped inside the grimy looking bathroom and closed the door behind her.
He motioned to her to move closer to him, and she quivered as she did so. When she was close enough, he reached out and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. His hands were greasy and she knew his fingers would leave marks on her dress, but she also knew that at this point there was nothing she could do about it.
When he had her dress unbuttoned down to her waist, he slipped it off her shoulders. His eyes glittered as they raked over the tightly packed cups of her bra.
"Nice jugs," he said. "Who's that lady out there? You work for her?"
"She's just a friend," Grace said.
He scooped her tits out of her bra. She hadn't expected it. She thought he would remove her bra or ask her to do it, but instead he scooped her tits out of her bra and now her tits hung there like ripe fruit, her nipples swollen and stiff as if someone had been sucking them.
Smiling at her, he took each long nipple between his fingers and pinched her tender nipple-flesh until she winced. Then he dropped her tits and turned to face the toilet.
"I've gotta piss," he said. "How about a little help?"
A shudder ran through Grace.
"Come on," he said, "we can't stay in here all day. Get my fucking cock out."
Her fingers trembling, she reached for the front of his grimy jeans and unzipped his fly. She found his cock and brought it out so that it dangled in front of him like a thick hose. He had a long foreskin that almost covered his cockhead. She was turned on now. The sight of his meaty prick quickly brought the juices to her pussy.
Skinning his foreskin back, she held his heavy cock while he pissed into the toilet. The piss came out of his cock in a steady loud stream, and for a moment she imagined she had a horse's cock in her hand, the huge cock of a stallion gushing a flood of hot piss.
She had never done anything like this before, and before he was through pissing the lewd excitement of it brought her a quivering orgasm.
When he was finished, he flushed the toilet, put the lid down and made her sit on it. He dangled his cock in front of her mouth.
"Clean it up," he said.
She stared at his prick as though mesmerized. She could see the drop of piss brimming in the slit of his pisshole. His thick foreskin was still rolled behind his cockhead, and his fat cock-knob looked hot and juicy. Her mouth watered for a taste of it.
Extending her tongue, she licked up the drop of piss hanging on the tip of his cock, loving the salty taste of it and trembling at her own lust.
She lapped her tongue over his bloated cockhead, then up and down his slowly hardening cockshaft.
He unbuckled his belt now. He wore no underwear and as his jeans fell down to his ankles she had all of his cock and balls exposed.
The sweaty smell of his crotch turned her on. She sniffed and licked her lips as she gazed at his throbbing prick and hairy heavy balls.
Leaning forward, she began licking the leathery bag that held his nuts. He chuckled with approval and held the shaft of his cock up so that she could run her tongue everywhere.
His balls had a lovely musky smell and the slightly salty taste of the skin of his ball-bag was delicious. A sudden lewdness overcame her.
"Turn around," she said.
He grinned. He knew what she wanted. He turned his back to her and leaned forward with his hands against the wail and his ass close to her face.
Quivering, her heart pounding, she ran her hands over his muscular ass and then pressed her mouth into his hairy asscrack.
She licked up and down the deep split between his hard ass-cheeks. The musky taste of his ass drove her wild. She found his ass-hole with the tip of her tongue, circled it and tickled the puckered ring.
Leaning his head against the wall, he reached back with both hands and pulled his ass-cheeks open.
"Go on," he said, "ream it out, lady. It's all yours."
Stiffening her tongue, her heart pounding in her ears, she slowly pushed her tongue inside his ass-hole, wiggled it back and forth and in and out.
He groaned, then finally he pulled his ass away from her face and turned around. His cock had stiffened into an enormous fuckpole, his cockflesh throbbing, his swollen cockhead dripping juice.
Grace took the knob of his cock inside her mouth and started sucking. His meaty prick tasted delicious. She pumped her mouth up and down on his cock, milking his fuckmeat, swirling her tongue over his pisshole.
He started coming. She held his nuts with one hand and frigged his cockshaft with the other hand. He came in great spurts of hot jism and she used her hands to milk the last drop of spunk out of his balls.
He groaned as she sucked the last glob of thick jism out of his pisshole.
She swallowed what she had in her mouth, reveling in the taste. She loved the taste of jism when it was thick and hot. This load had been exceptionally thick and gluey, and she smacked her lips with satisfaction as she finished him off.
"Christ, what a cocksucker you are!" he said.
She smiled at him as she stuffed her tits inside her bra and buttoned her dress. Moments later she left him in the washroom and walked back to the car where Mabel was waiting. It occurred to her she had no idea what his name was.
* * *
"Don't worry about the grease stains," Mabel said. "We'll get you a new dress. I promised you that, didn't I?"
Mabel took Grace to a chic little boutique in a shopping center. The store had thick carpets and soft lighting and the beat of hot music coming from two large speakers.
The boutique was empty except for the salesgirl, a slender brunette with a voluptuous mouth. The girl smiled and looked them up and down with her big eyes. She looked at Grace more than at Mabel and Grace couldn't help but quiver.
Mabel walked through the shop, pulling a number of dresses off the racks, chatting with the girl about what would look good on Grace as if Grace were a child. Mabel and the girl finally agreed on a selection of dresses and the girl said she would close the shop and help them in the dressing room.
The girl's name was Clarissa. After she locked the front door of the shop, she came into the dressing room and smiled at Mabel. "All right, now we're alone. What do we do first?"
Grace caught the look of understanding that passed between Mabel and the girl, and Grace was suddenly afraid. She knew Mabel well enough by now to know that anything was possible.
Mabel said to Grace, "I think you ought to undress, honey. We can't try these dresses on unless you strip. You're standing there like an idiot and that doesn't help at all."
The salesgirl giggled and Grace blushed. Unbuttoning the front of her dress, Grace slipped it off and handed it to the girl. Clarissa put the dress away and then turned to look at Grace. "Maybe you'd better give me the bra, too."
Grace blushed and looked at Mabel.
But Mabel said, "Do as you're told, honey."
Once again Grace caught the look of understanding that passed between Mabel and the salesgirl. Unhooking her bra, Grace slipped it away from her tits and handed it to the girl.
Clarissa held Grace's bra in her hands and smiled as she gazed at Grace's heavy tits.
"Big tits always turn me on," Clarissa said.
Grace quivered, afraid to move.
Mabel chuckled. "She'll do anything you want, won't you, Grace?"
Grace felt the pounding of her heart. She wanted to say no but she couldn't. Instead, she looked at Clarissa and slowly nodded.
A glitter came into the girl's eyes and she smiled at Grace. Tossing the bra onto a chair, Clarissa extended her hands palm up and cupped the globes of Grace's trembling tits.
The girl's slender fingers worked into the underside of Grace's heavy tits, and she squeezed and pulled until Grace had to lean forward in order to avoid being hurt.
Clarissa seemed satisfied, and Grace understood the girl wanted her tits hanging into her hands.
Clarissa fondled Grace's tits, squeezing her tit flesh and pinching her thick nipples. The girl was obviously turned on by Grace's big hanging tits and Grace found herself excited by the feel of the girl's hands.
At last Clarissa dropped Grace's tits and stepped back. The girl looked meaningfully at Grace's panties and Grace knew what to do next. She slipped the panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.
Clarissa was amused by Grace's shaved pussy. She moved close to Grace and ran her hands over Grace's belly and down to her cunt lips. The salesgirl fingered Grace's cunt lips, then pushed two fingers inside Grace's sopping wet cunthole.
Mabel said, "You can hurt her a little bit."
Clarissa looked at Grace's face a long moment. "Yes, I think I will."
Grace quivered and then a moment later she cried out as the girl's fingernails tore at her cunt lips.
"She's very wet," the girl said. "I've got her cunt-cream all over my hand. Does she always get like this?"
Mabel snickered. "She must like what you're doing."
Keeping one hand on Grace's wet cunt, Clarissa moved the other hand around to Grace's ass. She fondled Grace's ass-cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh, then pushing her fingers into Grace's asscrack to find her ass-hole.
Grace moaned as the girl's fingers tickled her ass-hole. She closed her eyes and swayed back and forth, moving her cunt against one of Clarissa's hands and her ass-hole against the other hand.
"She's not tight back there at all," Clarissa said. "She's all stretched out."
Mabel chuckled. "I suppose she is. It's a well-used back door."
Mabel and the girl laughed at that, and then Grace winced as Clarissa suddenly shoved a finger deep inside her ass-hole.
The girl probed Grace's ass-hole with her finger. After a while she added a second finger and Grace groaned with pleasure. Then suddenly Clarissa pulled her fingers out of Grace's ass-hole and brought them up to Grace's mouth.
Grace needed no instructions. She sucked and licked the girl's fingers until they were clean and no longer had the taste of her ass.
"She's a treat," Clarissa said. "She's a lovely little masochist."
Stepping back, Clarissa quickly stripped her clothes off. She wore long dark stockings with elastic tops that reached almost to her crotch. Her legs were long and lovely and her dark cunt bush was thick and tufted.
"I'd like to sit on her face," Clarissa said. "Can I do that?"
Mabel nodded. "You can do anything you want, I told you that."
They made Grace stretch out on her back on the floor. Clarissa stood over her, smiling down at her, and then the girl moved between Grace's legs and slid the point of her shoe into Grace's cunt.
Grace closed her eyes and raised her knees.
She pretended Clarissa's shoe was a cock. It I felt like a cock as it pushed into the soft flesh of her pussy. Clarissa cleverly found Grace's cunthole with her shoe and a moment later Grace hissed as the girl's foot squeezed inside her gaping fuck-hole.
Clarissa fucked Grace's cunt with her shoe until Grace came with a series of violent shudders. This was the first time Grace had ever been brought off like this and the newness of it made her a little crazy.
Then Clarissa was squatting over Grace's face and finally settling down to press her oozing cunt against Grace's open mouth.
The girl's hot pussy dripped cunt-juice like a waterfall and Grace had to keep sucking and swallowing in order to breathe.
After she had her cunt positioned the way she wanted it, her cunthole over Grace's mouth and her clit against Grace's nose, Clarissa began riding Grace's face.
"I always get off like this," Clarissa mewled. "This is the best way for me."
A moment later she came, gushing cunt-juice over Grace's mouth, squirming her ass and rubbing her cunt-cream over Grace's face from her chin to her eyes.
After Clarissa finished, it was Mabel's turn to climb on. Mabel quickly brought herself off against Grace's chin, and then at the end Mabel squirmed around until she had Grace's nose deep inside her cunthole.
Grace could hardly breathe, but she came again at the smell and taste of Mabel's raunchy fuck-hole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At the end of the summer Mabel announced that she was leaving to live with her mother in Florida.
Grace was very unhappy about it. She had come to love her new life with Mabel and her nephews, and now Mabel would be leaving and things wouldn't be the same.
She begged Mabel not to go, but Mabel said she had no choice. Her mother was sick and she had to down there and live with her. m
"You'll be all right here without me," Mabel said, smiling as she fondly squeezed one of Grace's tits.
"No, I won't," Grace pouted. "It won't be the same."
Grace loved Mabel. The woman had taught Grace the true meaning of pleasure. Grace had licked and sucked every square inch of Mabel's body and she couldn't get enough of it. Mabel's hairy cunt had become one of the most important things in her life. She liked Mabel's cunt when it was hot and slimy, her cunt lips swollen, her clit fat, her cunthole oozing thick sweet juice. She could drink at Mabel's cunt-fountain for hours, or until Mabel became bored and kicked her away. She even liked that. She liked being kicked by Mabel, sometimes in the ass, sometimes in the belly. Mabel had a way of slapping Grace's tits with her feet that drove Grace wild and sometimes made her come.
Grace also loved the boys, her darling nephews. Loving the boys was different than loving Mabel. When she had sex with the boys, she was fulfilled. It was glorious to make it with Mabel, but there was nothing like having a cock in her cunt or in her ass. There was no substitute for that. Not even a dildo.
Mabel often fucked her with a dildo, fucked her from behind, pounding her cunt just like a man, but the feel of the dildo was different than the feel of a cock. She liked a cock with a man or boy behind it, a long fat prick reaming out her pussy or ass-hole, banging away as it rasped against her clit, and then finally exploding and shooting a load of hot jism into one of her fuck-holes. She now had two fuck-holes. Her ass-hole was as well-used as her cunt and she loved it both ways.
They had a small going-away party for Mabel. Grace cooked an orange duck dinner and served it to Mabel and the boys in the candle-lit dining room. They were all naked except Grace. She wore a small apron that covered her pussy, but her ass was bare and whenever she moved around the table one of the boys pinched her ass until she giggled. She loved having her ass pinched and squeezed by her nephews. With Mabel, she liked having her ass whipped.
After the dinner was served, Mabel made Grace crawl under the table to suck her cunt while she ate the duck. Grace was happy. She'd made them a lovely dinner, served it nicely with hot rolls and wine, and now she had the delight of sucking Mabel's lush cunt. Mabel had her legs spread wide under the table so that Grace could get in there and do a good job of it.
When the dinner was finished, they all went into the living room. Grace put the apron away and now her pussy was bare. She loved her shaved pussy. Her cunt didn't look that virginal because her cunt lips protruded too much, but she loved the look and feel of it. It made her feel so vulnerable to have a bald pussy like this. And it did feel better when her clit got hard. Without the hair there she could get much more friction on her clit whenever she rubbed against anything.
Mabel told Grace to get working on the boys' cocks. "Get them hard, honey. That sucking you gave me turned me on. You've got a hot little mouth."
Grace blushed. "I'm glad you like it."
"And what do you like?" Mabel said with a teasing look. "You like sucking the juice out of a running cunt, don't you."
"Yes."
The boys came to Grace, one on each side, and they began sucking her tits. She fed her nipples to their mouths, mewling with pleasure as they nibbled her titflesh.
"You look like a mother feeding two babies," Mabel said.
"That's what I feel like," Grace said, "but they're not babies any more." no
They certainly weren't babies. She held their rapidly thickening cocks in her hands. She slowly pumped their pricks as they sucked her tits. She loved the feel of a thick cock in her hand, and now she had two cocks, one in each hand and her pleasure was great.
After a while the boys pulled their mouths away from her tits. Roy and Calvin replaced Grace on the sofa and she knelt on the rug at their feet. The boys pulled their legs up so that she had easy access to everything.
It's a feast, Grace thought. She had all this cockmeat in front of her, randy young cockmeat, long thick cocks, bloated nuts hanging in pink leathery sacs, two cute little ass-holes ringed with hair. It was enough to drive a woman wild. It certainly drove her wild. She'd sucked their pricks so many times and yet it was still so exciting.
Leaning forward, she sniffed their nuts, moving from one boy to the other, sniffing and rubbing her nose against each heavy ball-bag. She loved that special smell of a boy's balls. Nothing could compare with that. The smell of a boy's balls made her brain reel with lust.
She licked their nuts. She lapped her tongue over their ball-bags one after the other until they glistened with her saliva. Then she started w nibbling. She pulled at their sacs with her teeth, tugging and nipping the soft skin, her nose pressed against their nuts.
At last she moved down and began rimming their ass-holes, fluttering her tongue over their ass-holes, moving from one boy to the other, tasting and licking and probing. Each boy groaned when she briefly pushed her tongue inside his twitching ass-hole.
"Oh, yes, they love that," Mabel snickered, leaning down to watch closely as Grace twirled her tongue inside Roy's sensitive bunghole.
The boy shuddered as Mabel's fingers ran over the underside of his cock. His prick was hard and throbbing, jumping under Mabel's fingers each time Grace's tongue hit a sensitive spot inside his ass.
Mabel said she wanted their cocks good and hard before they fucked her. Grace was disappointed because she thought she'd be the one to get fucked first. But of course Mabel was in charge and Mabel would get what she wanted.
Leaving their ass-holes, Grace moved up and began working on their cockheads. Here she had to be careful because the boys were already moaning and groaning and she did not want them to come. Not yet. That would be a disaster. Having them shoot their jism in the in air would make Mabel angry.
So Grace carefully sucked their cockheads, lapping her tongue over their juicy pink knobs, moving from one cock to the other, filling her mouth with warm cockmeat and shivering with joy.
She ran each throbbing cock along the side of her face, savoring its warmth and smell and the taste of the cockjuice leaking out of its slit.
She licked and lapped each cockshaft, running her tongue up and down over the throbbing cockmeat, nipping the silky skin covering the bone-hard muscle underneath.
Then she opened her throat wide and carefully took each cock in deep, as much of the cockshaft as she could manage. She was careful not to apply too much friction. She moved from one cock to the other, slurping and sucking and snorting through her nose.
Mabel finally pushed her away.
"That's enough," Mabel said. "You keep doing that and they'll go off in your face. Lord, look at the size of them. I've never seen their cocks so big."
"Christ, let's fuck," Calvin said.
Mabel chuckled. "Have patience, dear."
Grace thought Mabel looked very sensual as she sat there with her legs apart to show the dark bush of cunt hair in her crotch. Mabel's fat nipples were stiff. She was obviously turned on. Her cunt was well hidden by her pussy hair, but Grace suspected Mabel's cunt was sopping.
Why do I love it so much when she's hot and bothered like this? Grace thought. She ought to be jealous of Mabel, but she never was.
Then Mabel turned to Grace. "I think I'll have them fuck my ass tonight." She patted Grace's face. "You'll help, won't you, darling?"
Grace nodded. "Of course, Mabel."
"Looking at the size of them tonight, I think they might need some lubrication."
"I'll go get it," Grace said. She went to the bathroom, found the jar of Vaseline and returned to the living room with it. Just holding the Vaseline made Grace's ass-hole tingle and twitch. She hoped she'd have a cock in there before the night was finished. Mabel was usually kind about that but Mabel was also unpredictable.
Grace sometimes wondered what other women felt when they were fucked in the ass. Did they get as much pleasure out of it as she did? Did they feel more pain? Assfucking never hurt her now. Her ass-hole was stretched enough so that a cock could get in there without any trouble. Mabel had told her not every woman was so fortunate. Most women never had enough ass-fucking to loosen their bungholes enough to make cornholing easy. Loose or not, Grace certainly had the full feeling of a tightly packed shitter when she had a cock in there.
Grace was happy when Mabel ordered her to grease the boys' cocks. She knelt before them, her heavy tits swinging, her nipples thick and ripe. She dipped her fingers into the jar, then lifted them to work them over Roy's stiff cock. She smoothed the grease over his cock until his cockhead and cockshaft glistened. She left a glob of Vaseline on the very tip of his prick.
Then she moved to Calvin and did the same to him. The heat of their cocks melted the Vaseline into a smooth coating of grease.
Mabel said, "Now it's my turn."
Facing the back of the sofa, she bent over and offered her ass to Grace. Quivering now with excitement, Grace brought a glob of Vaseline out of the jar and ran it up and down between Mabel's luscious ass-cheeks. She brought out another glob on one finger and slowly pushed the finger inside Mabel's hot shithole.
Mabel chuckled. "Use two fingers, darling. I like to be stretched a little before I take a cock in there."
Grace added another finger and slowly fingerfucked Mabel's ass-hole until the elastic ring was loose and relaxed.
After that Mabel ordered Grace to slide between her legs. Grace sat on the floor, her back against the front edge of the sofa, her face directly under Mabel's hairy cunt. Grace trembled with lewd excitement. She was to suck Mabel's cunt while Mabel got fucked in the ass. Grace had never done anything like this before and she was wild with expectation.
Calvin had the first chance at Mabel's ass-hole. The boy moved behind her, fondled the upraised cheeks of her ass, reached under to stroke her steaming cunt mound and to play with her hanging tits.
Then Calvin shifted forward and pushed the greased head of his cock up and down Mabel's asscrack. Grace gazed up at the boy's pink balls, watching as he stroked his prick up and down over Mabel's ass-hole.
I'm jealous, Grace thought. She knew that lovely feeling of having a greased cockhead tickling her ass-hole. She was jealous of Mabel, but she hoped that later she'd have her own chance to get corn-holed.
As Calvin's cockhead moved against her ass-hole, Mabel pushed out. She relaxed her ass muscles and the contracted rubbery ring of her ass-hole opened like a flower. The boy's fat cock-knob found the opened hole and pushed inside a fraction of an inch.
How lovely it is! Grace thought. She had her head twisted to the side so that she could watch the entrance of the boy's prick into Mabel's dark ass-hole. His cockhead was squeezing inside. An inch more and now his spongy cockhead yielded a bit, Mabel's ass-hole now stretching to admit the intruder. His cock-knob suddenly popped inside, and in a moment his cockshaft followed as he pushed slowly forward.
Mabel groaned as Calvin slowly packed her shit-tube with his throbbing cockmeat.
Grace moved her face back under Mabel's cunt now. She could see his bloated balls pressed against the hanging lips of Mabel's ripe cunt. He was fully home, buried to the hilt in her ass.
Lifting her face, Grace sniffed at Mabel's pussy. Mabel's cunt always had a lovely smell. Grace reached up with her hands and used her fingers to pull Mabel's thick cunt lips apart. This opened Mabel's cunt, and now Grace could see Mabel's oozing cunthole and above it Mabel's brown ass-hole stretched by Calvin's thick cock.
A glob of white juice slowly dripped out of
Mabel's gaping cunthole, and Grace caught it on her tongue, rolled it over her teeth and swallowed it down.
Grace moved her hand to Calvin's balls now. She held his nuts as he slowly withdrew his cock from Mabel's ass. He backed out until the ring of Mabel's ass-hole was holding no more than his fat cockhead. Then he moved forward again, sliding his prick deep inside.
Soon the boy began the thrusting and retreating movements of fucking. Grace held his hanging balls, her nose pressed into Mabel's cunthole, her mouth covering the junction between Calvin's sliding cock and Mabel's stretched ass-hole.
Each time he pulled back, he brought his cock almost out of her shitter. Then he would plunge in again, in to the hilt, slamming his cock home into the hot depths of her ass.
Mabel moaned and mewled with pleasure. She picked up the rhythm of his fucking. She rolled her ass lewdly.
Grace could feel the fever in Mabel's cunt. Moving her mouth up to Mabel's cunthole, she sucked the juices now freely flowing out of Mabel's gaping pussy.
Mabel shuddered and groaned, her insides turned into jelly by the hard cock moving steadily in and out of her ass-hole.
Grace pushed her face into Mabel's swollen cunt. Her tongue lapped up and down between Mabel's fat hairy cunt lips.
Mabel's fat cunt lips squirmed against Grace's hot sucking mouth. Grace covered Mabel's entire cunt with her widely parted lips. Her tongue ran out long and thick to probe the inside of Mabel's cunthole. Grace probed and sucked, her hands caressing, fondling, petting Mabel's thighs and ass-cheeks. The suction pulled Mabel's cunt lips inside out, brought them juicy and fat between Grace's teeth. Pushing further, Grace found Mabel's stiff clit with her lips and sucked hard.
Mabel moaned, her hands digging into the back of the sofa, her ass shaking. She loved having a cock in her ass while a woman sucked her cunt. She had the best of both worlds. She felt torn apart, a cock up her ass, a mouth tugging at her clit, her pussy gushing juice in a flood.
"Oh, yeah!" Calvin grunted. "Move your ass, Mabel, move your fucking ass!" He increased the pace of his fucking, his hard prick sliding faster in the clinging wet hose of Mabel's ass. "Grind that sweet ass, baby! Suck my dick with your ass-hole!"
Grace groaned into Mabel's cunt, the sound muffled by the folds of Mabel's hot cuntflesh.
Mabel tossed her ass and mewled with pleasure. She met each thrust of Calvin's cock, slamming back against him to make his hanging balls swing forward.
Grace clung to Mabel's thighs, chewed into Mabel's oozing cunt. She worked her tongue back and forth over Mabel's twitching clit.
"Oh, fuck!" Calvin groaned. "I'm going to blast off!"
He cried out as he came. Mabel clamped her ass-hole down on his thrusting prick as jet after jet of hot jism blasted into her shitter.
The boy filled Mabel's spasming ass-hole with his foaming cock-cream. Mabel hung on the back of the sofa, her legs threatening to give way, her mind dizzy with the pleasure of having her ass-hole creamed by the boy's lusty prick.
Groaning and gulping into Mabel's raunchy cunt, Grace pushed her face deeper, pressed her mouth harder against the older woman's steaming cuntflesh. At last Grace had her victory. Mabel came again, her clit swelling between Grace's lips, her big tits bouncing as she tossed her body, her ass clamping down once again on Calvin's prick.
When the boy finally withdrew his limp cock from Mabel's ass, Grace knew what she wanted. She lurched forward with her mouth and gobbled up his tasty cock.
She had the taste of Calvin's jism, the taste of Mabel's ass, and after that she'd have it all over again when it was Roy's turn to fuck Mabel's butt. Later, maybe, she'd have her own ass-hole plugged. Who needs heaven? Grace thought. I've got it right now.
CHAPTER NINE
Things became dull after Mabel left. Grace enjoyed servicing the boys whenever they needed her, but more and more they spent time out of the house. They were nicer to her now and she wasn't sure she liked it that much. She was afraid they were becoming bored with her.
Then one day Calvin came to Grace with a gleam in his eye and said they were bringing her a surprise that evening.
"What kind of surprise?" Grace asked.
"Two of our buddies are coming here. They know all about you. "Your friends."
"That's right."
Grace was fearful. "Where are they from? Are they from this town?"
Calvin chuckled. "They sure are. They knew you at the high school. They just graduated last year."
Grace was mortified. The idea that two of her former students would be coming to the house was more than she could bear. She knew Calvin expected his friends to fuck her. She was horrified at the prospect, but at the same time she found it terribly exciting. What would it be like to have sex with four boys at the same time? My God, I won't survive it, she thought. All that cockmeat. She wondered who the boys were. Thinking back to last year, she could remember one or two boys she wouldn't mind getting into a bed. In every class there were always a few boys who made her wonder what it would be like to suck their young cocks and swallow their hot jism.
As the afternoon wore on, Grace had to admit how excited she was about the coming evening. She had tried to get more information from Calvin about who the new boys were, but he refused to tell her anything. What's the difference? she thought. Whoever they were, they were sure to have what she needed hanging between their legs. They were sure to have the equipment necessary to tame her throbbing cunt. With four boys she'd be unlikely to complain about not having enough fucking.
As the evening approached, Grace made herself a stiff drink and then went to her bedroom to get ready.
She sifted through her clothes as she tried to decide what to wear. She wondered if the boys would want her tied up tonight. Her nephews hadn't been tying her up lately and she'd been missing it. Her sexual excitement was always at its maximum when she had her hands and legs tied so she couldn't move while someone did things to her. She had no idea why it was so.
She decided to wear a long black gown she'd worn only once before at an affair at the high school. For years she'd had a fantasy of getting fucked in that gown. Now was her chance. The boys would be flabbergasted. The gown was really too sexy for the school. The neckline plunged almost down to her waist and the tight fit of the gown made it like a second skin around her hips and ass and tits. She wanted the new boys, whoever they were, creaming in their jeans when they saw her.
Should she take a shower? Her nephews had often said they liked the smell of her pussy, the smell of her body when she was a little sweaty. Roy liked to lick up and down the crack of her ass after she'd gone a whole day without bathing. She knew why. She had tasted Mabel's cunt and ass when Mabel was all hot and sweaty from shopping downtown. The memory of the taste of Mabel's raunchy cunt made her quiver. She guessed the new boys would be turned on faster if they had a gamy cunt to lick and sniff.
She found some black pantyhose in one of her drawers. She pulled the sheer nylon over the smooth skin of her legs. She loved the way the nylon highlighted the curves of her shapely legs. Her clit twitched with excitement as she pulled the pantyhose tight into the length of her wet gash.
Her tits surely did not need any support. She held her tits in her hands, pinching her fat nipples between her fingers. The boys would want her tits jiggling when she moved. She was thankful she had the heavy juicy-looking tits that turned boys on. She wanted them horny and panting by the time they got to her cunt.
I'm not the same any more, she thought. She felt more aggressive, more in control of things. Was it because Mabel was gone? Or was it simply that she'd learned how nice it was to be in control. Mabel had taught her that.
Mabel had always told her that someday she would have men and women servicing her as though she were a queen. Maybe it was time to start. Boys were easy to control. Show them a pair of tits or a hairy slit and they became like hungry dogs. Even her nephews. She could always tell the power she had over them.
She raised her arms over her head and dropped the sexy black gown over her body. It was tight. Even with the zipper on the back undone, she had to wiggle to get into it.
She closed all the blinds in the living room. After all these months, she was still afraid of the neighbors finding out what was going on in the house. They would crucify her, she was sure of that. She would lose her job and they would run her out of town. The high school principal, Abigail Farmer, was a bitchy woman about Grace's age, and Grace was certain that if Miss Farmer ever found out about Grace's transgressions with her nephews she would make sure that Grace never again worked as a teacher.
She mixed herself another drink, turned on some music and walked around the house checking her appearance in all the mirrors.
She hoped the boys would be satisfied with beer. She had several six-packs in the refrigerator. Four boys could drink an awful lot of beer, but she hoped she had enough.
She thought about what shoes to wear and she decided on a pair of silver high-heeled slippers. The shoes wouldn't show beneath the floor-length gown, but they would add four inches to her height and give her more confidence.
I'm like a girl waiting for a date, she thought. Her pussy was sopping wet. She knew the crotch of her pantyhose must be soaked through with her cunt-juice. She hoped she'd know what to do with four cocks. I can have one in my cunt and one in my ass and one in my mouth and jerk the other one off or maybe stick it in my nose. She giggled at her own craziness.
The stereo was playing rock now and she danced to the beat of the music. She felt good. Should she mix another drink? She decided, why not? It wouldn't hurt to be a little high. The two drinks had already put her in a mellow mood and the third would make her really tingle.
She just finished making the drink when the doorbell rang. Oh, God, they're here, she thought. Stay cool, girl. Stay cool and stay in control. Her cunt lips quivering with excitement, she unlocked and opened the door.
There they were, her nephews and two other boys. She instantly recognized the boys. They'd been her pupils last year. Their names were Jerry and Vernon and they were both healthy specimens and even cuter than she remembered.
"Hello," she smiled. "I've been waiting for all of you. Come in and make yourselves comfortable."
The boys mumbled their greetings. Jerry and Vernon looked uncertain, as if they didn't believe what was happening.
Grace smiled and pulled her shoulders back to thrust her tits forward. She knew her stiff nipples were clearly outlined by the tight-fitting gown. Even her nephews were intrigued by what she wore. She could see the hot lust in the eyes of all the boys and she was glad she had decided to wear the gown.
Turning away now, she walked into the living room. She could feel their eyes on her ass. She knew her ass-cheeks were clearly revealed by the skintight material of the gown.
When all the boys were seated in the living room, she went to the kitchen to get the beer. She carried it to them on a tray, serving each of them with a smile.
It was Calvin who finally rose up and took Grace into his arms.
"Jerry and Vernon don't believe what we told them about you," Calvin said.
He turned her so that she had her back to the other boys. He kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips and forcing her to suck it. She quivered in his arms as she felt his hands moving over her back and down to her ass.
He cupped her ass-cheeks, digging his fingers into the firm mounds, tracing the length of her asscrack. She squirmed against him, grinding her pussy into the hard lump in his crotch.
Suddenly she felt his hands pulling at her gown, lifting it, drawing it up to reveal her calves and then the backs of her thighs and finally her ass-cheeks bulging in the sheer nylon of her pantyhose.
She heard Jerry and Vernon exclaiming behind her. She loved it. She loved being exhibited to the boys like this.
"What do you think?" Calvin said. "You like her ass?"
Vernon grunted, "You're blowing my mind, Cal."
Grace pulled her mouth from Calvin's, kept her pussy pressed against his hard cock as she turned to look over her shoulder at the boys behind her. She licked her lips as she thought of their throbbing cocks and juice-filled balls.
"I hope you like more than my ass," she said. "I remember you, Vernon. I remember the way you used to look at me in class. You had nasty thoughts, didn't you?"
"That's right," he grinned.
"And now you think you're going to make those nasty thoughts come true."
"You bet," Jerry laughed.
They're both wise little punks, Grace thought. But she loved them all the more for it. It made her pussy tingle to know how much they wanted her. She intended to get every drop of cream out of their balls. She would suck and fuck them dry and give them a night to remember for the rest of their lives.
Slipping out of Calvin's arms, she dropped her gown to cover herself again. She went to Vernon now, pulled him to his feet and took him into her arms. She towered over the boy and she was glad she'd been clever enough to wear her spike-heeled slippers.
Bending her head to nibble his earlobe, she whispered into his ear. "Do you really like my ass?"
"I sure do," he said.
"What else do you like?"
"Your tits."
"When you were in school you looked at my tits a lot, didn't you."
"Yeah."
"I can feel your cock. It feels big. I like big cocks."
"Christ, Miss Mitchell, you're really something."
"Call me Grace."
"Okay, Grace."
"Put your hands on my ass." His hands moved down her back and over her ass-cheeks. "Yes, that's the way," she said. "Squeeze my ass-cheeks. I like to have my ass squeezed. Do you like how it feels?"
"Yeah."
"Put your hands on my tits. Come on, don't be afraid. Just on the outside."
He raised his hands to the mounds of her tits and squeezed them gently through the material of her gown. "Christ," he hissed.
Grace liked his touch. She purred with pleasure at the feel of his hands on her boobs. Then she slipped out of his arms and reached out to Jerry. The boy came to his feet, moved into her arms and she plastered her lips against his in wet kiss. She trailed her fingers over the front of his fly and then pulled back and smiled at him. "You've got a hard-on."
"That's right," he said.
"Show it to me."
He looked uncertainly at his friends, and then he grinned and unzipped his fly. Grace watched as his fingers worked inside his pants and finally brought his cock out into the air.
He had a lovely circumcised prick with a pink knob and a white shaft. She had an urge to suck his prick, but she held herself back. Not yet, she thought. Don't rush it. There was no reason to hurry.
She wanted to see more of him. She moved closer to him and unbuckled his belt. He remained motionless as she pushed his jeans down to his knees. To get his shorts down she had to push his cock inside them again, but at last his shorts were down at his knees with pants.
Lord, how lovely they are at this age, she thought. She ran her hands over his firm little ass-cheeks. His pink balls looked bloated with jism and her mouth watered as she thought of all the tasty foaming spunk in there. I'd like to suck his ass, she thought. She wondered if he would be shocked by that. She wondered if he'd ever had a girl's tongue up his ass. She imagined how nice it would be to suck his ass-hole and then have him shoot his hot load down her throat.
She beckoned to Vernon now. She had him stand beside Jerry and she helped him bring his cock so that she could compare the two of them. She wanted the pleasure of seeing their two young cocks side by side.
Vernon's prick was bigger and he seemed proud of it. He skinned his cock to expose his fat cockhead and Grace couldn't help running her tongue over her lips at the sight of the juice leaking out of his pisshole.
"Now it's my turn," she said. She scooped her tits out of the neck-line of her gown, let them hang out in the open with her nipples stiff and swollen.
As she expected, the boys were excited by her tits. She moved closer to them and each boy reached out to take possession of one of her boobs. She put a hand on each of their cocks and slowly jacked them off as they fondled her heaving tits.
She could hear Calvin and Roy making jokes about what was going, but she didn't care. They were sitting there with their cocks in their hands and jerking off as they watched her with Vernon and Jerry. She didn't care what her nephews thought. She loved the feel of the cocks in her hands. These were boys she'd had in her classes at school and thinking about that made her incredibly hot. She kissed them, one after the other, running her tongue into their sweet mouths, sucking their saliva and nibbling at their lips until she had them moaning with excitement.
At last she stepped back. With a groan of passion she fell to her knees between the two boys. One hand on each cock, she pulled them closer until she could move her tongue from one to the other with only a slight shift of her head.
She licked away the glob of clear cockjuice brimming in each pisshole. Then her lips closed over Jerry's swollen cockhead and she sucked on it like a calf sucking on a cow's teat.
Jerry groaned and rolled his eyes up as her hot mouth worked on his cockflesh. She fingered his ball-bag, gently probing his nuts as her lips pulled on his cock-knob.
Then she pulled her mouth off Jerry's cock and moved to Vernon's rampant prick. His cock was more meaty. She sucked in his cockhead, pushed his foreskin back with her lips and fluttered her tongue over his pisshole. Vernon really turned her on. She remembered him in class as a feisty smartaleck kid, and she wanted his hot cock-cream shooting out of his balls and washing her teeth.
Their cocks were completely stiff now and she had no need to hold them. She used her hands to fondle their swinging nuts. She held a pair of nuts in each hand as she moved from one cock to the other. She sucked more thoroughly now, inching her way down their cockshafts with her mouth, taking in as much cockmeat as she could handle. Each time she pulled her mouth off one cock, she left it glistening with her saliva.
Their pissholes seeped a good deal of juice and she was kept busy getting it all. She kept her mouth filled with the mixture of their cockjuice and her warm saliva, and then at intervals she would noisily swallow everything and then get back to sucking up some more.
It wasn't long before they were close to coming. She could feel the tightening of their balls and the throbbing of their cocks. Jerry was the first to go over the edge. A deep groan came out of his chest as his cock exploded and began shooting thick jism between her sucking lips. She took all of his load, squeezing his balls and massaging the base of his cock until he finished spurting. Then at the end she milked his cockshaft with a squeezing motion of her hand to bring the last drops of spunk out of his pisshole.
When she was finished with Jerry, she turned to Vernon and gluttonously gobbled up his cockhead. Two down and two to go, she thought. Before the day was over she might drown in jism. I don't care, she thought. I don't care about drowning as long as it's in jism.
CHAPTER TEN
Grace realized she was different now. She realized she was no longer the meek little butterfly she been with Mabel. She knew she wasn't like that any more, but it wasn't until she met Susan that she really appreciated the change in herself.
Susan was a salesgirl at the same boutique that Grace had visited with Mabel. Clarissa, the girl who had shared that wicked afternoon with Grace, no longer worked there. Susan was much prettier than Clarissa. Susan had long dark hair and large dark eyes and what looked like a heavenly body under her tight-fitting dress. But the most interesting thing about Susan was that when Grace looked at her she immediately recognized what Susan was. Oh, yes, there was no doubt about it, no doubt at all. Their eyes met and Grace could see it in Susan's eyes. She could see the hunger, the yearning for submission. It was all over Susan, but most certainly in her eyes, in the way she looked at Grace's face and Grace's body.
Grace decided to act. Later she would wonder at herself, wonder at the sudden source of her inspriation, but at the moment she didn't think about that. She decided to act and once the decision was taken she knew there was no turning back.
She bought a few things, two dresses and some belts. It was near closing time, and as the salesgirl added up the bill Grace said, "How about having a drink with me after you finish here?"
Their eyes locked. Grace stared into the large dark eyes of the girl and smiled. "You want to, don't you?" Grace said.
"Yes," the girl said. Her face was expressionless, but a slight flush had come to her cheeks.
"That's fine," Grace said. "How long will it take you to get ready."
"I'll need a few minutes to close the shop."
"I'll help you."
Grace moved around the shop with Susan, doing what had to be done to close it for the night. Grace was amused when she became aware that Susan was teasing her with her body, showing her ass and tits and legs to advantage whenever she had the chance. How lovely she is, thought Grace. Then she suddenly felt contempt for Susan. She was just another bored little salesgirl with a hot pussy and a need to be dominated. A teaser. With a pair of lovely tits, it was true, but a teaser just the same. There was no question that Susan was making all the right moves to turn Grace on. The horny little bitch, Grace thought. She knew just how to handle a girl like that. Oh, yes.
When they were at the back of the shop, Grace suddenly grabbed Susan and kissed her. It was not a gentle kiss. Grace forced her tongue into the girl's mouth, forced Susan to suck her tongue and drink her saliva. Grace's hands moved over the girl's body, over her tits and her ass and then up again to her tits where her fingers pinched Susan's nipples through her blouse until Susan pulled her mouth away and whimpered with pain.
Grace slapped the girl's face. "Don't you pull away from me, you stupid bitch. Don't you do that."
Susan cowered there in front of the older woman, her eyes fearful. "I'm sorry," Susan said.
Grace smiled. "Of course you are. You'll be a good girl now, won't you."
"Yes."
How easy it is, Grace thought. She unbuttoned Susan's blouse, pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt and then slipped it off her slender shoulders.
Grace filled her hands with Susan's pear-shaped tits. Susan leaned forward a bit to hang her lovely tits into Grace's fondling hands. Her eyes on Susan's face, Grace slowly squeezed the hanging balloons of Susan's boobs.
"You like this, don't you?" Grace said. "Yes."
"And this? You like when I pinch your nipples hard like this?"
"Yes!" the girl hissed.
Grace chuckled and stepped back. She raised her skirt, lifted it over her thighs and up to her waist to reveal her panty-covered crotch. "Sniff it," Grace said. "Get down here and sniff it, honey. Sniff my pussy."
Susan immediately crouched down, her eyes fixed on the bulge of Grace's cunt mound.
Holding her dress up with one hand, Grace used the other hand to pull Susan's head forward until the girl's face pressed against her pussy-mound. "I'm going to fuck your brains out in a little while," Grace said. "But right now I want you to eat my crotch. Get under there and really eat it. Chew my panties. Show me how much you like to give head."
A whimpering sound came out Susan's throat as she began nibbling on the nylon of Grace's panties. Grace moved her legs apart to give Susan room to get her face underneath her crotch. A moment later the girl's teeth were biting Grace's cunt lips through the material of her panties. Grace quivered with lust. Her pussy was wet. She knew the crotch of her panties must be crusted with cunt-juice and sweat and piss after a hot day downtown. Susan was obviously turned on by it. She ate the crotch of Grace's panties with gusto.
"Tasty?" Grace smiled.
Susan looked up at her and blushed. "I love it."
"how about some of the real thing."
"I'd love that too."
Grace chuckled and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to expose her fat cunt lips. "Suck it, baby. Suck all the goodies out of there."
Susan closed her eyes and plastered her mouth against Grace's oozing gash.
Grace loved it. It was good. She rocked her cunt back and forth over the girl's upturned face. Her cunt was flowing freely now, and she gazed down and watched her juices streaming over Susan's mouth and chin. The girl sure knew how to suck a cunt. "Hold off," Grace said. "Let's get my panties off and give you a clear field. Let's find out how good you are."
Grace felt marvelous as she slipped her panties off and sat down on a chair with her feet on the seat and her thighs wide apart. The girl was at her crotch like a puppy dog licking a bowl of milk. "That's it," Grace smiled. "Lick my cunt. Lay some tongue in there."
Susan licked up and down the wet gash of Grace's pussy. Now Grace's ass-hole was exposed and soon Grace pushed the girl's face down. When Susan hesitated, Grace slapped her face and cursed.
"You lousy little bitch! What's the problem?"
"I think I'd like to go home," Susan whimpered.
"You must be crazy. Come here, you little slut. Get your face in there."
Susan obeyed. Once more she pressed her mouth against Grace's cunt. This time when Grace pushed the girl's face down to her ass-hole, Susan did not flinch. "That's it, honey," Grace purred. "That's the way. Lick it all over. Oh, yes. You've done this before, haven't you? I can tell you have. Now inside. Oh, aren't you sweet!"
Susan now had her wet tongue sliding thickly in and out of Grace's loose ass-hole. Maybe she's surprised, Grace thought. Maybe she's never had her tongue in an ass-hole worked so loose by lots of ass-fucking. Well, she better get used to it. From now on her tongue and my ass-hole are going to be partners.
Grace used her own fingers to massage her clit as Susan continued to tongue her ass. Before long Grace came, her body heaving, her thighs quivering and a flood of cunt-juice gushing out of her pussy to stream over Susan's nose. Towards the end of the orgasm, Susan pushed her nose deep inside Grace's cunthole and Grace came again.
After that Grace had Susan remove her skirt and panties and kneel on the floor on all fours. Susan had a surprisingly hairy crotch. Thick dark hair grew all the way back into the crack of her ass and ringed her tight brown ass-hole. The girl's cunt was fully developed with thick protruding cunt lips and prominent clit. Susan's lush cunt reminded Grace of Mabel and Grace found it very exciting.
She's a doll, Grace thought. She sat behind Susan and studied the girl's luscious ass. She ordered Susan to pull her ass-cheeks open and the girl dutifully obeyed. The dark eye of Susan's ass-hole winked up at Grace.
Now with a smile Grace raised her foot and pushed the point of her shoe into Susan's hairy gaping cunt. Susan groaned as Grace began fucking her cunt with her foot. She loves it, Grace thought. She's a lovely little sex slave and the boys will go wild over her.
Grace smiled as she thought of how pleased her nephews would be with Susan.
* * *
"I don't make it with boys," Susan said. "I don't want any of that."
She was sitting beside Grace as Grace drove from the shop to Grace's house.
Grace said, "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No, I've been fucked by men a few times. I just like it better with women."
"We'll see."
"I don't like to suck their cocks."
"We'll see about that too, won't we, dear?"
When they arrived at Grace's house, Calvin and Roy looked at Susan up and down and then both boys grinned. They had eager looks in their faces. Grace introduced Susan to the boys and then she said to Susan, "I can tell the boys like you."
Susan pouted and looked bored and suddenly Grace lashed out and slapped the girl's face. Susan nearly fell down, but instead of falling she sat down and began crying. "Get your clothes off," Grace snapped at the girl. "Let them have a look at you."
It was clear to the boys now what was going on and they loved it. They stood there with their hands in their pockets and waited as Susan stopped crying and slowly began to strip.
When Susan's luscious pear-shaped tits came into view, even Grace, who had already seen Susan naked, couldn't help being turned on. The girl's nipples were like juicy raspberries perched on top of her fruity boobs. Her tits jiggled enticingly as she continued undressing.
Soon Susan was naked. Her dark cunt-bush and pert little ass and ripe tits exposed to their gaze.
"What do you think?" Grace said to the boys.
"She looks great."
"Oh, yeah!"
"Stand still and let them touch you," Grace said to Susan.
The girl obeyed. She remained motionless as the boys approached her. She flushed when they put their hands on her tits. She squirmed a bit when they each palmed an ass-cheek, but an order from Grace calmed her down.
After that the boys undressed. Susan seemed fascinated by their hard cocks and Grace was amused.
"They're well hung, aren't they, dear?"
"Yes," Susan said softly.
Grace sipped out of her clothes. She massaged her heavy tits and rubbed her bald pussy. Her cunt was wet. Just looking at this lovely girl and her two nephews had her quivering with excitement.
Grace ordered Susan to take hold of the boys' cocks and Susan hesitantly did as she was told. Her hands closed around each throbbing cockshaft. She gently stroked their pricks. Grace could see the desire in the girl's eyes now. Whatever reservations Susan had had were gone. But Grace did not want to let the girl off too easy. She wanted Susan to know who was boss.
Grace told the boys to sit side by side on the sofa and pull their legs up to expose their crotches.
She then ordered Susan to kneel on the rug at the feet of the boys and begin sucking their pricks.
Susan looked unhappy as she began with Roy, but she went ahead and did it. She moved between his legs and sniffed uncertainly at his crotch. When Grace ordered her to lick Roy's balls, Susan did nothing for a moment and then she suddenly went to work.
Now it was as though a great barrier had been lifted for Susan. She licked and nibbled Roy's heavy nuts, running her tongue over his ball-bag.
How lovely it is to watch, Grace thought. She sat down beside Roy and looked closely at the way Susan's tongue fluttered over the boy's nuts.
Then Grace slipped her hand into Roy's crotch and raised his ball-bag to expose his dark puckered ass-hole. "Go on, darling," she said. "Lick him all over."
Susan's tongue vibrated along the hairy crack of Roy's ass to find his twitching grommet. Grace watched with great satisfaction as the girl rimmed her nephew's ass-hole. The satisfaction was even greater for Roy. The boy threw his head back and groaned at the sweet of the girl's tongue tickling his ass-hole.
Before Susan had a chance to suck Roy's cock, she was ordered to rim Calvin's ass-hole in the same way she had done Roy's ass-hole. By now Susan seemed to enjoy her labors. She was more aggressive with Calvin; less hesitant as she fluttered her tongue over his bunghole. At one point she even thrust her tongue briefly inside the elastic hole and Calvin responded with a shudder of happiness.
Grace stopped it finally. She knew her nephews well enough to know that having their ass-holes reamed out with a wet tongue often made them. She did not want them to come yet.
Susan was told to suck cock now. She began again with Roy, and Grace soon saw that no matter how much Susan claimed she disliked it she was definitely an expert cock-sucker. She sucked on Roy's thick prick like a hungry calf. It was lovely to watch. Grace found herself turned on by the sight of the girl's pretty mouth moving up and down on Roy's heavily veined cockshaft. Saliva dribbled out of the corners of Susan's lips and streamed over the boy's cock and balls.
Grace made her move to Calvin before Roy came. Susan gluttonously sucked Calvin's big prick. She cradled his balls with one hand and held the base of his cockshaft with the other hand as she worked her mouth over his fat cockhead.
Grace kept one hand between her own legs, fingering her cunt as she watched the girl. Watching a pair of feminine lips working on male cockmeat had always turned her on. Susan was delicious and now Grace itched to have her hands on the girl. She leaned over, ran her hand over Susan's back and down to her ass. As Susan continued sucking Calvin's cock, Grace slid her fingers into the girl's cunt from behind.
Susan mewled with pleasure, wriggling her hips to show Grace how much she appreciated the attention to her pussy. The girl's cunt was sopping wet and Grace soon had her hand and wrist coated with cunt-juice.
Grace signaled to Roy now, and the boy grinned as he left his seat and came around to kneel on the rug behind Susan's upraised ass. As Susan's mouth moved up and down on Calvin's cock, Roy rubbed his cockhead up and down in the gash of Susan's steaming cunt.
Roy found Susan's cunthole with his cockhead and he lurched forward to bury his fuckmeat in her pussy.
Susan moaned, the sound muffled by the cock filling her mouth. She bucked her ass back at Roy's plunging prick. Soon they found a rhythm, the girl shifting her body from one boy's cock to the other boy's cock, fucking Roy's cock with her cunt and Calvin's cock with her mouth.
Grace sat beside the trio and masturbated with one hand playing with her tits and the other hand playing with her pussy. She fucked her fingers in and out of her gaping cunthole. She pinched her thick nipples, pulling and twisting the stiff stalks until there was pain mixed with the pleasure.
Now Roy rubbed his thumb over Susan's tight ass-hole and looked at Grace. She smiled and nodded. "Go on," Grace said, "fuck her in the ass. My guess is she'll love it."
Pulling his cock out of Susan's cunt, Roy brought his juice-coated cockhead up to the girl's puckered bunghole and slowly squeezed it inside the ring of muscle.
Susan cried out. Calvin held her head and kept her mouth on his cock. Roy slowly inched the full length of his prick inside her shitter. When his balls slapped against her swollen cunt lips, he held fast and waited for her to m relax.
Grace had been right about Susan. During the days that followed, she came to love a cock in her ass. She forgot all about her attraction to women. She was beaten regularly and she loved that too.
Grace was supremely happy. She now had her nephews to service her with their cocks and Susan to service her with a tongue whenever she wanted the feminine touch. Grace intended to use the girl a long time.
