The inner trappings of the individual personality are still largely a mystery. The history of psychology is, in part, a record of the many different approaches to understanding the room without doors that is the human psyche. Only the outward manifestations are apparent, in the often baffling behavior of ourselves and those around us.
Laura Seldon, a quiet, reserved librarian lives in a large, comfortable apartment with Clyde, her teenaged nephew. The beautiful, intense, and somewhat repressed young woman has learned to live with her loneliness, and to do without male companionship.
But her existence, long defined by monotonous and unvarying routine, is torn asunder by a chain of uncanny and unforeseen events. Laura was to have revealed to her a side of life never even hinted at in all her years of life experience, nor in the books she had read. The most significant disclosures were not those concerning others and the world around her. On the contrary, most startling of all were discoveries about herself: things buried and heretofore untapped, deep in her own nature.
CAPTIVE AUNT is the bizarre record of one woman's journey to untried realms of experience. It is also an interesting psychological study of an individual caught between the norms of society and the yearnings of her own inner psyche.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Her eyes wide, she stared at his cock.
The door was open only a crack, but she could see clearly into the room. Her nephew, Clyde, was stretched out on the bed with his pants at his ankles and his fist closed around the shaft of his erect cock.
Laura Seldon gasped. Her heart jumped in her chest. Clyde was eighteen years old and she knew that boys his age were obsessed with sex. But seeing him like that was a shock. It was more than just the nudity or the fact that he was masturbatingg: He was big.
His cock was long and thick and his balls were huge. During the month he had been living with her, she had never allowed herself to think about the bulge in his jeans.
She was thirty years old but hardly experienced. Years before she had almost gotten married, but it hadn't worked out and somehow the time went by .without her meeting anyone to take his place. She was not the sort of woman to dabble in casual affairs. She'd learned to live with her loneliness and sexual frustration. She told herself it was important for a woman to have principles. But looking now at the pink sac that held Clyde's balls, at the throbbing cockhead that seemed ready to burst, her principles collapsed into a meaningless triangle.
Clyde's fist moved up and down with a slow rhythm. His eyes were closed and his face was flushed.
Laura could see a drop of fluid welling up in the slit of his cockhead. Her eyes sparkling with fascination, she watched the way each firm stroke of his hand brought his foreskin up to almost cover the fat purplish knob.
Her brother's son. And there she was watching was not a very ladylike way to describe it. But that's what it was. Masturbating. Jerking off. Beating his meat. She knew the words. They meant nothing. What counted was that she had never seen anything like it before and the sight of it was driving her wild. Her heart was pounding like a trip hammer and she was sweating. Her pussy was dripping like a faucet. She knew that without touching herself: she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs.
Clyde was breathing faster now, pumping his fist more insistently. His balls jiggled at the end of each stroke. She wondered if he was thinking about a woman. Did he find someone like her attractive? She found herself hypnotized by the hand pumping the cock. She wanted to watch him come. The thought of actually seeing that huge cock shoot out a geyser of cum brought a soft moan to her lips.
And then he was suddenly there, twisting his hips, groaning, his cream bubbling and frothing on the head of his cock, and abruptly gushing huge globs of white cum into the air.
Shivering, her eyes tightly closed, Laura moaned in her own orgasm.
Almost on the point of fainting, she turned and silently slipped away to her bedroom.
Closing the door behind her, she looked at her image in the long mirror beside the closet. Her cheeks flushed at the memory of Clyde. She was an attractive woman. No one had to tell her that: she could see it clearly in the mirror. She stared at the heaving of her large breasts, at the thrust of her tits against her dress.
Watching herself in the mirror, she quickly removed her clothes. In a moment she confronted the image of her ripe body: heavy gourd-shaped breasts, meaty nipples, a thick bush of dark pubic hair.
She ought to have a man, she knew that, but there were times when her own body was more than enough.
Her nipples began to visibly lengthen, swelling and tightening with her arousal. Lifting up a breast, she lowered her head and took the fruity nipple between her teeth.
She adored her breasts. Maybe in ten or fifteen years they would droop and she would regret their size and shape, but until then they were an unending source of sensual pleasure. She'd been sucking her own nipples since the age of sixteen and sometimes she could bring on an orgasm that way.
Pulling as much of her tit into her mouth as she could, she sucked wetly at her breast.
"That's a turn-on, Aunt Laura."
She dropped her tit and whirled to face the door. Clyde was standing there, completely naked and fondling his stiff cock!
"Oh God!" she cried. "What are you doing here?"
Clyde laughed. "It's not God that's here. It's only Clyde."
She tried covering her body with her hands and arms. "Please go!" she wailed.
"Not on your life, Aunt Laura. You had yourself a nice time watching me jerk off, didn't you?"
Blushing furiously, she found a robe and covered herself. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"The hell you don't."
He approached her and she cringed. When her eyes dropped to his bobbing cock, he smiled.
"I've always had hot rocks over you."
"I'm almost old enough to be your mother," she said. "In any case, I'm your aunt."
"So what? Let's have a look at those tits."
"Now listen to me, Clyde, you get right back to your room!"
"No way, Aunt Laura. You're going to do as I say, aren't you? Just drop the robe."
Was it the masterful tone of his voice, or the hypnotic fascination of his throbbing cock so close to her face? She had never really been this close to a naked man with the lights on. She had lost her virginity in the dark back seat of an automobile. The sight of his lusty masculinity brought a shiver to her spine. She realized she was totally in his power. With trembling hands she slipped the robe off her shoulders and down to her waist. Her breasts felt swollen, the tips tender and stiff.
"Nice," he said. "You have gorgeous tits."
Extending a hand, he dug his fingers into the underside of her left breast and raised it up.
"Suck it," he said. "The way you were doing it before. It turns me on."
She felt a total absence of will. Lowering her eyes, she stared at her long, tumescent nipple.
"Suck it!" he demanded.
Inclining her head, she took her tit into her mouth.
It was different now. Doing it to herself had always been highly erotic, but with someone watching her the excitement was devastating.
He began rhythmically squeezing her breast, urging her flesh into her mouth. With his other hand he slowly stroked his cock. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, watched his hand pumping the hard shaft of male meat.
When he finally allowed her to release her tit, the turgid nipple glistened like a wet raspberry.
"You'll do everything I tell you to, won't you?" he said.
She nodded. She was helpless.
"Stand up and get rid of the robe," he said.
Blushing, her lower lip trembling, she rose to her feet and dropped the robe.
He ogled her body with a smile. She kept her chin up and tried not to meet his eyes.
"Put one foot on the bed," he said. "Open your legs and show me your cunt."
Her mind dazed, her eyes confused with passion and shame, she raised her leg and put her foot on the bed. She opened her thighs to show herself.
Grinning, he pulled over a chair and sat down directly in front of her.
"You have a hairy pussy," he said. "Open it up. Show us the inside."
Her cunt was sopping wet. She was ashamed to show herself like that. But using her fingers, she opened the outer lips and showed him the pink interior.
"Juicy," he said. "I always knew you had a juicy cunt. You're going to do everything I tell you to, aren't you?"
She closed her eyes and shivered. "Yes," she said.
"Play with yourself," he said. "You're about ready to come anyway. Play with it and show me how you do it."
He was stroking himself again. Her eyes fixed on the fat purplish head of his cock, she began moving her fingers in the wet groove of her pussy. She avoided her clit: a single touch there and she knew she would come.
But Clyde wanted to watch her have an orgasm.
"Don't hold back," he said. "Come on, let's see it! Put a couple of fingers in there. Show me how you do it."
There was no way she could stop now. She slipped two fingers into her cunt hole and used the ball of her thumb on her clitoris. In a few moments she was gasping, clenching her teeth, and bucking her hips.
She felt too inhibited to have more than a small orgasm, but Clyde seemed satisfied.
Leaning forward, he ran a fingertip between the lips of her cunt.
"Christ, you're wet!" he said. "Do you always get this wet? You're a hot piece, Aunt Laura. When was the last time you got fucked?"
"A long time ago," she said.
"Do you want me to fuck you."
"I don't know."
He laughed. "There's no rush, is there? Do you want to come again?"
"No," she said.
"Turn around and bend over."
She wanted to refuse, but she realized there was no way she could do it. Her cheeks flushed, she turned and bent over the bed.
"Kneel on the bed," he said. "Get your ass in the air. Get your legs apart."
The total exposure of her cunt and asshole was almost unbearable. She felt his fingertips running along the groove, tickling her cunt and then her asshole. She opened her lips and uttered a moan.
"Just stay like that," he said. "I like the view."
Her shoulders down, her ass up in the air, she cushioned her head on her arms and closed her eyes. Just a short time ago the idea of assuming this position in front of a man would have seemed impossible. And now here she was bent over on a bed showing her ass to her nephew. It was getting to her, of course. The excitement was more than she could tolerate. She needed release. She needed a major orgasm. But there was nothing she could do about it. She knew she had to wait. It was Clyde who was giving the orders.
"What about now?" he said. "What?"
"Are you ready to come again."
"Yes!" she hissed.
"Well, go ahead," he said. "Use your hand. I'll just sit here and watch."
Maintaining the position, she slipped her hand down under her belly to her steaming cunt. She was too close for any delicate manipulation. She used the flat of her hand to rub the meat of her cunt, her cunt lips, her clit, and the bulge of fat that protected her pubic bone. She could hear the squishing sound made by her fingers. Clyde's face was close enough so that she could feel his breath on her pussy. She knew he could see everything. She thought about his cock, his meaty heavily veined shaft, and the full sac of his balls. It was hard to believe that an eighteen-year-old could be hung like that. Hung. The word drummed in her brain. She had never really used that word before. But that's what it was, wasn't it? A man was hung with cock and balls, like a stallion.
I'm showing myself to him like an animal, she thought..
She wondered what her cunt looked like from the back. She had seen pictures in magazines of girls like that, bending over, showing everything, their cunt lips hanging down. She wondered if she looked like that.
Then she felt his fingers pushing into her cunt hole. She had no idea how many fingers, but he was stretching her. The feeling was exquisite.
"Oh yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your hand!"
He gave a short laugh and started fucking his fingers in and out of the channel of her cunt.
She rubbed herself in a frenzy and came with a series of deep groans, convulsing and falling over on the bed.
When she recovered her senses, she rolled over on her back and found Clyde standing beside the bed looking down at her.
"That was nice, Aunt Laura. It turns me on to watch you come like that."
She blushed.
"Sit up," he said. "It's time you and my cock got to know each other better."
Pushing herself to a sitting position at the edge of the bed, she faced his body. His cock was only inches from her face. The slit in the cockhead was dripping juice. The knob was swollen and purplish and the urgency of his erection was overwhelming.
"Use your hands," he said.
Biting her lip, she moved her hand up to touch his balls. She ran her fingertips over the contours of the wrinkled sac. She probed each egg individually and then she let his balls rest on her palm and hefted their weight. The feel of him was marvelous. Releasing him, she ran her fingertips along the oscillating shaft of his cock. She traced the prominent veins and circled the flared rim of the cockhead. She stared at the juice welling up in the slit. She remembered watching him come, watching the cum shoot out in a white geyser. Once again, the memory made her heart race.
"Put it in your mouth, Aunt Laura," he said.
She had known he was going to ask her to do that, and now that the moment had arrived she found it impossible to resist.
She had never in her life had a cock in her mouth, but she knew that women did that. And now sitting there with her nephew's dripping cock in front of her face she could understand why.
"Suck it!" he commanded.
With a sigh of submission, she opened her mouth and moved her head forward.
Remaining motionless, Clyde let her proceed.
She first took in the tip of his cock, her tongue tasting the juice in the slit. Then she opened her mouth wider and closed it over the bulbous head. The heat of it was exquisite. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. It was almost like nursing, except that instead of a nipple she was sucking a huge piece of man flesh.
Excited by the act now, she took in more of his cock, moving her head forward, opening her mouth as wide as possible, and getting her lips down on the shaft. The feeling of being orally stuffed was sensational.
Clyde groaned.
She moved her hands up. She held his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
She could feel the spongy head of his cock against her palate, and then, as she moved lower, at the back of her throat. She took him in as deeply as possible and then she moved her mouth back to the tip.
"You're good!" he said. "Suck it! Suck my cock, Aunt Laura!"
Stimulated by his approval, she began slowly bobbing her head up and down on the warm meat.
"Deeper!" he said.
She took in more of his cock and she thought she would gag, but she managed to control it.
This is what I've been missing, she thought. All these years and she'd been missing this.
His cock felt so warm and his balls felt so marvelously full. The experience was wonderful.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved her mouth up and down, and inexperienced as she was, she knew that at some point he might start coming. She was uncertain about what she would do then. The idea of having a man come in her mouth was something she had thought about only in moments of private fantasy.
The juice dripping out of his cock hardly had any taste. But she knew that cum was something else and that some women did not like it. But this was the way to service a man. She knew that now. Suck his cock and suck him dry. Suck all the juice out of his balls.
She found herself salivating, saliva dripping out between her lips and running down the shaft of his cock.
Clyde put his hands on her head. He groaned. He bucked his hips. Suddenly he started coming.
She felt the first hot jet against her palate.
With a muffled groan, she squeezed his balls and pulled her mouth back so that she had just the head of his cock inside.
Each spurt was accompanied by a jerk of his hips. It seemed to go on endlessly.
She had his white gism filling her mouth and running over her teeth.
When it was over, her mouth filled with his cum, she pulled away. Closing her eyes, she gathered his gism at the back of her tongue and swallowed. As the cream slid down her throat, she shuddered in an orgasm.
Her last thought was clear: she had become her nephew's sex slave!
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning she could hardly meet his eyes over the breakfast table. Any idea that the events of the night before had been a dream was quickly dispelled by the first words he spoke to her.
"Take off the pants," he said.
She was wearing jeans and a knit top. The tone of his voice left no room for discussion. Avoiding his eyes, she slipped off the jeans and draped them over a chair.
"The panties, too," he said.
"The neighbors might see me," she pleaded.
Clyde shrugged. "Don't worry about the neighbors, Aunt Laura. Just do as I say."
With a sigh of submission, she slipped off the panties. By pulling the hem of her top down as far as possible, she could barely cover the cheeks of her ass.
Clyde motioned her over with his hand. He ran his fingertips over the contours of her ass and then he moved a hand around to probe her pussy.
In a moment, he smiled, pulled his fingers away, and held them up so she could see them.
"You're wet," he said.
She blushed. It was difficult for her to believe how suddenly their relationship had changed. Yesterday he had been the respectful nephew and today he was exploring her pussy to find out how wet she was.
Smiling again, he raised his fingers to her face.
"Lick the juice off," he said.
She closed her eyes.
"Lick!" he commanded.
He pushed his fingers at her lips and she found herself tasting her own juice.
"Lick it all off," he said. "I want clean fingers."
She lapped his fingers with her tongue until all trace of her cream was gone.
He seemed satisfied after that and they continued their breakfast. She felt strange sitting there with nothing on below the waist, her ass bare on the chair, her pussy exposed. Thank God she still had her top on. A neighbor looking in from another apartment would see Laura Seldon and her nephew having breakfast together like two ordinary people.
When she occasionally had to leave the table, she managed to keep her back facing the window and hoped that no one could see anything. Clyde made lewd comments about her exposed ass and laughed when she blushed.
Finally he had her stand with her back to him and bending forward with her hands on a chair.
"Move your legs apart and stick your ass out," he said.
Humiliated, she did as she was told.
He put his hand on her pussy again, this time from the back, and in a moment she felt his fingers pushing into her cunt hole and slowly sliding in and out. Without any warning, she groaned and had a sudden orgasm.
"Damn, you're quick!" Clyde said.
Dabbing some butter on his fingers, he smeared the rim of her asshole. Before she could protest, he drilled his thumb into the tight grommet.
She came again almost immediately, hissing and groaning and weaving her hips.
Clyde chuckled his amusement at the intensity of her response. He had three fingers in her now, two in her cunt hole and a thumb in her asshole. Forcing her to maintain the humiliating position, he used his fingers to fuck both holes at the same time.
The sensation was exquisite and she lost control of herself.
"Oh yes!" she hissed. "Do it harder! Fuck me harder!"
But Clyde had other plans. Suddenly pulling his hand away, he slapped her ass and told her to sit down.
"There's no rush," he said. "You'll have something to think about."
Trembling, her heart still racing, she kept her eyes closed and gradually calmed down.
When she opened her eyes she found him smiling at her.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes," she said quietly. .
"You've got everything covered up," he said. "Move back from the table so I can see your cunt."
Pushing her chair back, she turned to face him and opened her legs to show herself.
How strange it was that for so many years the idea of doing something like this seemed so impossible, and now here she was doing it with her nephew, showing him her pussy while he calmly finished his breakfast of bacon and eggs.
Clyde finally rose to his feet. Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his jeans to release his half-hard cock.
"Let's have a little action on the lollipop, Aunt Laura. And then we'll go upstairs to fuck. That's the main item today, isn't it?"
Before she had a chance to say anything, she found her mouth filled with his warm meat.
He put his hands on her head and in a moment his cock was sliding in over her tongue and filling her mouth completely.
She could feel his cock throb with each beat of his heart. His huge hanging balls pressed against her chin. Moving a hand up, she cupped his balls and jiggled the squirming eggs of her palm.
He was fully erect now, and she had to pull back in order to avoid choking. She loved the sensation of a hard cock sliding between her lips, the fat knob stretching her mouth, pressing against her tongue and cheeks.
"That's good, Aunt Laura. You give good head."
Holding her fixed in one position, he began slowly fucking her face. She felt herself no more than a passive fleshy receptacle for his rampant cock. With a soft moan she slipped both hands around his thighs and moved them up to cup the cheeks of his ass.
After a few more strokes, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and ran the fat wet knob over her nose and chin.
"Let's get upstairs on a bed," he said. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."
Shivering, rising up, she met his eyes and blushed. When she turned, he pressed against her back, pushing his warm cock into the crack of her ass. He slid his hands around to cup and hold her heaving tits, pinching the long nipples. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear:
"How do you want me to fuck you?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know," she said.
"Have you ever had it in the ass?"
"No, of course not."
"I know a girl who won't do it any other way. Her name is Julie. That's the only kind of fucking she ever does."
"It must be terribly painful," Laura said.
"Sometimes."
"Please don't do that to me."
He laughed. "I'm not making any promises."
She walked up the stairs ahead of him. He made her hold up the edge of her top so he could watch the movement of her ass. At the top of the stairs he made her stop, one leg raised above the other, so that he could finger her cunt. He pulled and tugged her cunt lips until she winced. Then he pushed his fingers into her cunt and asshole and held her like a bowling ball. He forced her to walk that way, skewered like a slab of meat.
They went to his room. He said he had a yen to fuck her the first time on his bed.
She hadn't really been in his room very much since he had come to live with her. She supposed it was like the room of any other eighteen-year-old boy. She noticed a pile of magazines and when he saw her glance he smiled and picked one up. He opened the magazine and showed her a picture of a girl lying on a bed with her knees pulled back to show the red meat of her cunt. The girl looked no older than Clyde. Laura blushed. The girl was showing everything, even her asshole. She had seen pictures like this before, but she'd never looked at one before in the presence of a man. The girl in the picture was wearing stockings and shoes with high heels. Laura wondered if Clyde would like her to dress like that. The stockings and shoes made the girl look incredibly wanton.
As if reading her mind, Clyde said: "You ought to wear shoes like that. Bare-ass girls wearing high heels drive me wild."
Peeling off his clothes, he stretched out on the bed.
"Lick my balls," he said. "Get them nice and wet."
She was startled. She'd never thought of doing that to a man before. The idea of it brought a quiver to her pussy.
She climbed onto the bed. He pulled back his knees to raise up his crotch. She lowered her head and started licking, lapping her tongue over the hairy wrinkled sac that held his balls.
No one had ever treated her like this before. She felt depraved. At the same time, her cunt was on fire.
"Take them in your mouth," he said. "Suck on them."
Opening her lips, she pushed an egg inside. She rolled it around over her tongue, thrilling to the feel of it. After a while she released it and took in the other one, sucking the ball into her mouth with a wet sound. When she finally let go of his balls, they were swollen and coated with her saliva.
She thought he would want her to suck his cock now, but instead he pulled his knees even further back to expose more of his ass. When she looked puzzled, he laughed.
"You've got a lot to learn," he said. "But we'll save it for another time. Get on all fours."
He made her kneel on the bed with her shoulders down and her ass in the air. When she realized he intended to fuck her from the rear, the lewdness of it made her quiver. She was truly his slave. He had become her master and he simply used her for his pleasure.
Looking back between her legs, she could see him moving to position himself behind her. She could see his balls dangling heavily beneath his turgid cock. He pressed up against her, rubbing the dripping cock head in the crack of her ass. Stifling a moan, she pushed back against him. She was nothing but a female animal waiting to be mounted by the male of the species.
As far as Clyde was concerned, this was one of the supreme moments of his life. He'd been dreaming of doing something like this to Aunt Laura for years. Whenever she visited his family at their home he always found some way to spy on her, to watch her dressing and undressing. There wasn't any part of her body he wasn't familiar with. One time he'd even been able to watch her masturbate. But he'd never imagined the moment would come when he'd be able to fuck her.
He stood beside the bed and moved her so that her ass faced him. She had a luscious ass. Full white moon cheeks, an ivory smooth, delicious thirty-year-old ass. And bulging out between the cheeks was a ripe, fat-lipped hairy cunt. The sight of it was almost too much.
Putting his hands on the cheeks of her ass and his thumbs on her cunt, he pried her open, splitting the fig to show the red meat, the cunt hole brimming with juice.
He couldn't wait anymore. Moving in, he rubbed the head of his cock into the gulch, found the wet hole, and drove himself into the channel of her cunt.
Laura groaned, and groaned again when he hit bottom.
When he started pumping in and out, she felt his balls slapping her ass at the end of each stroke.
At first she was too inhibited to moan, but then it became impossible to hold back. Her mouth opened and a wailing sound came out.
"Oh God, give it to me! Fuck me, Clyde! Fuck me!"
Behind her, his eyes filled with lust, Clyde pumped his thick cock in and out of her upturned steaming cunt. He stared down at the wrinkled brown nut of her asshole, so neat and tidy and tight. Wetting a thumb in her cunt juice, he rubbed it over the rim of her asshole and pushed it in.
Laura moaned. The feeling of dual penetration was exquisite. She felt him moving his thumb around and she realized he was trying to widen her. It seemed clear her nephew intended to fuck her in the ass! The idea of it was almost too much to bear. He was so huge! She tried to imagine what it would be like to have that fat cock head stretching her asshole. All she could anticipate was sheer pain. His cock was so big she could hardly take him in her cunt, but at least her pussy had been designed for it.
Suddenly his thumb was out and she felt his cock head pressing at her asshole.
Oh God, she thought, he's not even using vaseline!
With a sudden lunge, he pushed halfway in. She let out a deep groan at the burning sensation produced by his enormous cock reaming the channel of her rectum. Her mouth hung open and saliva drooled out between her lips to fall on the bed.
Clyde pulled out, pushed in again and sank his cock all the way into the hilt. With a groan and a curse, he started shooting his load.
Sobbing, rolling her eyes, her throat gurgling a demented sound of unbridled lust, Laura collapsed and fainted.
She had had the most intense orgasm of her life.
When she opened her eyes again, she had no idea how much time had passed. Clyde was sitting in a chair and leering at her.
"Come over here," he said.
She left the bed and went to him.
"Turn around and bend over," he said. "Let me have a look at your asshole."
Her face flushed, she turned and bent over.
He pried her ass cheeks apart and inspected the brown grommet.
"It looks fine," he said. "But we'll have to get you stretched somehow, won't we? Why don't you go down to the kitchen, Aunt Laura, and see if you can find a nice big carrot."
She straightened up and turned to face him. "Oh, Clyde, please, I don't think I could bear it!"
"Just do as you're told, Aunt Laura. It's for your own good."
And so for the rest of the day she found herself with her asshole plugged by a carrot. It didn't feel that bad, not half as bad as the embarrassment of having it in there, protruding between her ass cheeks while she walked around the house.
Clyde made her put on an old pair of high-heeled shoes and she wobbled on them all afternoon with her asshole plugged and her cunt dripping wet.
At times Clyde seemed bored with her and this made her fearful. She would do something to get his attention and then he would call her over. She would hang her tits over his face and he would suck her nipples and tell her how much she turned him on. This always reassured her and after that she was ready to do anything for him.
She learned that one of the things he liked most was to have her kneel between his legs and slowly suck his cock for an extended period of time.
She learned how to sense the state of his arousal and to know how close he was to coming by the tightness of his balls.
She sucked him off twice while he sat in the living room watching a baseball game. The cum was thinner the second time and she decided she liked it better when it was foamy and thick. She adored the taste of it. She had never in her life thought she would like the taste of a man's gism, but just the thought of having a mouthful of it was enough to make her cunt wet.
Late in the afternoon he said that he would be going out in the evening and that when he returned he would be bringing home a girl friend.
She looked at him with pained eyes. "Oh, Clyde, you can't!"
"I sure can, Aunt Laura." He looked down at her legs and frowned. "You're forgetting what I told you."
She opened her legs. He had told her to always sit facing him so he could see her cunt.
In the evening, before he went out, she lay sideways on the bed with her head hanging over the edge. Clyde squatted over her face so that she could suck his dangling balls. She wanted him to come in her mouth, but he seemed uninterested.
As he was leaving, he cautioned her to keep the carrot in her ass.
"We can take it out when I get back," he said. "By then you ought to be stretched just enough to take a cock without fainting." He patted her cheek. "It's no good to faint, Aunt Laura. The whole idea is to know what's happening."
CHAPTER THREE
Laura was alone now for the first time since she and Clyde has begun their entanglement.
She removed the carrot long enough to take a hot bath. She washed and dried her hair, and then she did her nails. After that she set about carefully dressing for the evening. She wanted to look her best when Clyde came home with his girl friend.
She decided to wear a blouse and skirt, no stockings, and a sexy pair of high-heeled mules. She'd wear panties under the skirt, but she was undecided about whether or not to wear a bra. Her tits were heavy enough so that it was always obvious whenever she went without a bra, but she decided that Clyde's girl friend would think a bra was old-fashioned.
Shortly after ten o'clock Clyde arrived home with his girl friend. She had beautiful long blonde hair, a very pretty face, and a nicely curved body. Her name was Julie. Laura blushed when she remembered what Clyde had said about a girl named Julie who liked to be fucked in the ass.
Julie was wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. The tee shirt was too tight to leave anything to the imagination and it was obvious the girl wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits weren't large, but they looked adorable.
Everything seemed to be in a good mood and before long there was music on the stereo and Julie was dancing.
Laura admired the girl's ability to move her body to the beat of the music.
"I wish I could dance like that," she said.
Julie smiled and offered to teach Laura the dance step. Soon the two women were moving together to the rhythm of the sensuous music.
"You remind me of a teacher I once had," Julie said. "I had a terrible crush on her. She had these great tits, just like yours." Laura blushed.
Julie moved closer and spoke softly. "Clyde says you'll do whatever I want you to do."
Her body swaying to the music, her eyes half closed, her lips turned up in a faint smile, Julie extended a hand and ran her fingertips over the prominent curve of Laura's left breast. Taking hold of the nipple between thumb and forefinger, she rolled it and finally pinched it.
Laura shivered at the knowing touch of the girl's fingers. No woman had ever touched her this way. The experience was totally new.
Moving closer, Julie slowly unbuttoned Laura's blouse and pushed it aside to reveal her tits.
"Jesus!" Julie said. "Look at the boobs!"
Her tits swaying like two cantaloupes, her pinkish-brown nipples long and hard like two thumbs, Laura closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Julie peeled off Laura's blouse and tossed it aside. Then, standing in front of Laura, moving with her to the music, the girl slipped her hands up to lift and hold the older woman's swaying breasts.
"Christ, how these tits turn me on!" Julie hissed.
Before Laura had a chance to protest, Julie lowered her head, extended her tongue, and curled it around one of the long nipples to lick it wetly.
The girl pressed her tongue against the areola, a murmur of pleasure escaping her lips. Opening her mouth, she covered the entire nipple and then slowly sucked it in.
Gradually moving her head back, maintaining the suction, she pulled the nipple out from the tit until it suddenly popped free.
Straightening up, Julie turned to Clyde and laughed, "This is too much!"
They made Laura sit down on the sofa. She still had a carrot in her ass and it took a bit of surreptitious squirming to find a comfortable position.
Stripped to the waist, her quivering tits swinging free, Laura held up a breast in each hand so they could both suck her nipples.
The sensation of having a mouth on each tit almost made her swoon. She was completely in their power. There was no way she could stop what was happening.
Julie was the first to pull her mouth away.
"I'm dying to see her pussy," Julie said.
Laura blanched. Was all this really happening?
Releasing her tit, Clyde looked at her and smiled. "You heard Julie," he said. "Let's have a look."
Standing up, Laura unzipped her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and stepped out of it. She knew her high-heeled mules made her legs look sexier than ever. The most terrible thing of all was that the crotch of her panties was soaking wet with her cunt juice. Julie noticed it and giggled.
"I think she's peed in her pants," Julie said.
Clyde chuckled. "Take them off, Aunt Laura."
Her hands trembling, Laura slipped her fingers into the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down.
Julie's eyes narrowed at the sight of the older woman's prominent hairy bush.
"She turned me on," the girl said.
"Aunt Laura has a surprise," Clyde said. "Turn around and show Julie your little surprise."
Laura looked at Clyde with pleading eyes. "Please, Clyde, it's much too intimate. I can't do it."
"Turn around," he ordered. She turned.
"Open your ass," he said. "Show it to us."
Biting her lip, she palmed her ass and spread the cheeks apart to show them the carrot.
Julie whistled. "Sweet Jesus! I don't believe it!" Rising up, she went to Laura and bent forward to examine the carrot. With a soft laugh she put her fingers on it and turned it to a full circle in Laura's asshole. Then she straightened up and faced Laura.
"I bet you love it," Julie said. "I can tell."
With a knowing smile, the girl pulled on Laura's nipples until the older woman winced. Then, her eyes locked with Laura's, Julie moved her hand down over Laura's belly until her fingers were tangled in the hairy bush that covered Laura's pussy.
"I think we're going to have a great time," Julie said. She led Laura back to the sofa. "Suck his cock," she said. "I'd like to watch you do that."
Clyde slipped off his jeans and Julie sat down beside him.
Laura knelt down between Clyde's legs and confronted his cock. Once again her heart raced at the sight of the meaty shaft and heavy balls, the cock head swollen with arousal, the veined flesh throbbing.
It seemed impossible that she was about to suck a man's cock while another woman watched. She supposed Julie's mouth was no stranger to Clyde's cock, but she found it difficult to imagine the girl's young and pretty face stuffed with his cock.
Leaning forward, Laura extended her tongue and swirled it over the polished knob of his cock head. A moment later she closed her mouth over the knob and started sucking.
Taking hold of her ears, Clyde forced her head to bob up and down on his turgid pole.
"That's it, Aunt Laura," he said. "Just make believe your mouth's a cunt and you can't go wrong!"
Julie giggled. Laura was too concerned with avoiding choking to care. His cock had now reached monstrous proportions and the spongy knob was hitting the back of her throat at the end of each stroke.
Clyde did not want to come and after a while he pushed her away. When she looked at Julie she was shocked to see the girl sitting there completely naked. Julie had slipped out of her clothes while Laura had been sucking Clyde's cock.
"Be nice to Julie," Clyde said. "She likes having her cunt sucked."
Laura shook her head and pulled away. "Oh no!" she said. "I won't do that."
"Yes you will, Aunt Laura," Clyde said. "You'll do whatever we say."
With an amused smile, Julie pulled her feet up on the sofa and pushed her pelvis forward to offer Laura her pussy.
For the first time in her life, Laura found herself gazing at the naked cunt of another woman.
Julie encouraged her by prying open her cunt lips with two fingers.
Her eyes transfixed, Laura had to admit she was turned on by the sight of the luscious pussy, the curled blonde hair, the delicate pink lips, the glistening wet cunt flesh beckoning to her mouth.
"Get your tongue in there!" Clyde ordered.
With a moan of submission and humiliation, Laura lowered her head and closed her mouth over the girl's cunt.
She no longer knew where she was or what she was doing. She began sucking and slurping and sniffing. She found the smell, the taste, and the feel of Julie's cunt delicious.
Julie leaned her head back on the sofa and began moaning.
Laura lapped her tongue up and down in the steaming groove.
Julie was soon grinding her hips in response.
"Suck me!" Julie cried. "Eat my cunt! Suck my pussy! Suck me!"
When Laura closed her lips over Julie's clitoris, the girl shuddered and groaned and came in a series of heaving spasms.
Confused by the intensity of her own passion, Laura fell back on the carpet.
When Julie regained her senses, she had a new glitter in her eyes.
"Let's do what you promised," she said to Clyde.
Laura soon learned that Clyde's promise involved tying her up. She found herself trussed up on an easy chair with her legs draped over the arms and her crotch completely exposed.
Julie was once again fascinated by the carrot and she sat down at Laura's feet to play with it. Watching Laura's face, she pushed the carrot in and out of the older woman's asshole.
"Does it hurt?"
"No," Laura said. She kept her eyes closed. She felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and intense excitement.
Julie seemed preoccupied by the carrot. Laura found it difficult to picture Clyde fucking the slender girl in the ass.
She caught her breath when she felt Julie's fingers on her cunt. The girl played with her lips and then pushed a finger into her cunt hole. A moment later she added two more fingers, stretching the rim. Laura vented a soft moan and Julie laughed.
"You like that, don't you? I can tell. I can put my-whole hand in there, if you want me to."
Without waiting for an invitation, Julie bunched up her fingers and pushed all five of them into
Laura's cunt, squeezing and pushing until her whole hand disappeared and the cunt lips were closed on her wrist.
Moaning, her eyes wide with disbelief, Laura looked down at Julie's hand between her thighs. Then she felt Julie's fingers inside her body, twirling and tickling and wriggling. She flung her head back with a loud groan.
Clyde came over to stand behind her. Leaning forward, he slid his hands down to squeeze her tits. Then, raising her left tit, he shoved the nipple into Laura's mouth and ordered her to suck it.
The sight of Laura sucking her own tit drove Julie wild. She began moving her hand in and out of Laura's cunt.
Laura felt as if she were being fucked by an enormous cock. When she looked down she could see Julie's sliding wet wrist rubbing against her clit. The mouth of her cunt seemed to be stretched to the point of tearing, but instead of pain there was only the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.
Julie kept pumping her hand until Laura cried out in the throes of an orgasm.
After that they untied her and pulled the carrot out of her ass. Julie inspected her asshole and then kissed her affectionately.
"Everything looks fine," Julie said.
They made her kneel on all fours on the rug with her ass in the air and her tits hanging down like melons. Julie kissed her again and then moved behind her to fondle her ass. Laura knew what was going to happen now.
Clyde positioned himself at her rear, Julie aimed his cock, and in one smooth motion he drilled himself into her ass.
Laura sobbed out a groan. No matter how much she'd been stretched by carrots, her ass still felt on fire.
She felt Julie's hands on her tits and then the girl was whispering in her ear: "How does it feel?"
Half crazed with pain and pleasure, Laura could manage no more than a muffled grunt. She felt impaled, as if Clyde's cock had penetrated the entire length of her body. She felt completely subjugated, completely at the mercy of his masculinity.
Julie moved her body up to Laura's face and positioned herself so that her cunt was offered to Laura's mouth.
Avidly, almost as if she sought to compensate for the atrocity occurring at the other end of her body, Laura lowered her head and began tonguing the ripe pussy of the young girl. Each time Clyde stroked his cock into Laura's ass, her head was pushed forward and her mouth pressed against Julie's dripping cunt. The taste and smell of the young girl's femininity was overwhelming. Laura licked and sucked at the juice, reveling in the liquid mire of Julie's cum.
Julie was soon at a pitch of frenzy, and no longer satisfied by a mere tongue. Pushing Laura's head away, she demanded that Clyde fuck her.
"I can't wait anymore," she groaned. "I need it now!"
Kneeling on the rug beside Laura, she raised her ass and offered it to Clyde.
With a lusty grunt, Clyde pulled out of one asshole and plunged into the other.
Deprived of Clyde's cock, Laura rolled over to watch the two young lovers. She gasped at the lewdness of it all: she could see Clyde's thick cock moving in and out of Julie's stretched asshole.
That's what I look like when he does it to me, she thought.
His muscular ass cheeks contracting at the end of each stroke, his heavy balls swinging against the lips of Julie's upturned cunt, Clyde reminded Laura of a rampant stallion.
Horse-cock Clyde, she thought. She suppressed a giggle and shivered.
Julie caught her eye and hissed, "Put your fingers in my cunt!"
Moving closer, Laura slipped two fingers into the girl's cunt hole. She could feel Clyde's cock plunging in and out of Julie's ass.
"Oh God, fuck me!" Julie cried. "Fuck my ass!"
Laura suddenly pulled her fingers out and moved behind Clyde. She slipped her hand under his swinging balls and once again into Julie's cunt. This time she could feel cunt and balls together and even his cock with her two free fingers!
Each stroke of Clyde's cock now brought a deep-throated grunt out of Julie. Because of Laura's position, she had the feeling she was fucking the girl herself. When she leaned to the side, she could once again watch the conjunction of cock and asshole. Just a few days ago the idea of ass-fucking had seemed abhorrent to her. And now here she was helping her nephew ream out the ass of his girl friend!
Was it true she refused to take a cock in her cunt? The girl was certainly no virgin: Laura had two fingers deep into the cunt channel, sliding in and out to accompany Clyde's cock in the other hole. Laura thought of the fresh pink color of the blonde's cunt and screwed her fingers more insistently.
Suddenly Clyde growled and began bucking his hips frenetically. In a moment he started coming, churning his pelvis, pumping his load into Julie's ass.
Laura cried out at each powerful stroke.
With a final grunt, Clyde emptied his balls and fell away on the rug.
Her eyes fiery with lust, Laura remained kneeling behind Julie, staring at the girl's ass. Stretched, ravaged, glistening with a coating of Clyde's white gism, Julie's asshole offered itself in all its splendor.
With a hoarse cry at the realization of her own degradation, Laura lowered her mouth and tongue to the waiting hole.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day Clyde seemed withdrawn and morose. Laura pranced about the house on her high heels, wiggling her ass, and sometimes even her tits, hoping to get his attention. But Clyde seemed distracted and uncaring.
He passed an hour in his room talking on the telephone. Laura wondered what was going on, but she decided not to question him.
She found herself thinking about sex again and she was amazed by it. One would think that after the orgy the night before with Julie and Clyde she'd be satisfied for at least a month!
Laura realized she had no real understanding of what it was that enticed Clyde. Was it her ass? After watching him ass-fuck Julie the night before, she thought it might very well be.
Sitting in the living room, pretending to read a magazine, she thought about Clyde fucking her ass and she had to cross her legs to stop the quivering in her cunt. Her nipples were hard. She could feel them tight against the front of her blouse. She had chosen her blouse with care. It was frilly and very feminine; that was very much the way she felt today. Much more so than she had felt in a very long time.
Clyde finally came into the room.
Remembering Clyde's instructions, Laura turned to face him. Pulling back the hem of her skirt, she opened her legs to reveal her bare pussy.
Stretched out on the sofa and facing her, Clyde smiled.
"I think we ought to shave you," he said. "I can't see enough of your cunt when you sit like that. There's too much hair."
The idea of having her pussy shaved had never occurred to Laura. She had never even seen a photograph of a shaved pussy on another woman.
She had no idea what it would look like. She had certainly never considered her cunt to be that pretty. She thought it would be more attractive covered with hair.
"I don't know," she said.
Clyde smirked. "Get my razor and shaving soap," he said.
Laura did not like the idea at all, but she rose up to do his bidding.
When she reached the bathroom, the first thing she did was to raise up her dress, pick up the hand mirror, and look at her cunt. She pried open her cunt lips and studied the inside. Then she pulled the hair on the large outer lips, teasing out the curls. She pulled the meat of her cunt up over her pubic bone to expose her clitoris. She hardly ever trimmed her cunt hair and she realized she was extremely hairy, probably more than most other women. She certainly had much more hair on her cunt than Julie. She tried to imagine what it would look like without hair, but she found it impossible to picture.
She was practical enough to bring a towel. Back in the living room, she handed Clyde the gear, unfolded the towel on an easy chair, and sat down.
Pulling over a chair, Clyde told her to pull her legs back to expose her crotch. He finally pushed a pillow under her ass to raise her up.
"That's better," he said. Then he added: "Christ, what a cunt!"
Laura blushed. It always embarrassed her when he spoke about her pussy like that.
Clyde picked up the can of shaving soap and soon Laura's crotch was covered with white foam. He began rubbing the soap into her cunt and on the outside over her mound and lips. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes. The feel of his hand was marvelous.
Clyde laughed. "You're almost coming," he said.
It was true. Her eyes closed, her lips trembling, she was on the verge of having an orgasm all during the time he shaved her. But the most exciting moments occurred when he pulled at her cunt lips, stretching them out in order to get at the lip hair.
She craved his fingers inside her cunt, but she was too ashamed to ask for them.
My God, she thought, I've turned into a slut.
Then she told herself that was ridiculous. All that was happening was that her sexuality was finally being awakened. But in a special way. She was learning that what she really wanted was domination. She wanted to be used and subjugated and degraded!
When Clyde was finally finished, he wiped away all the soap, patted her pussy affectionately, and told her to open her eyes.
She looked down at herself with a sense of amazement. She could see the fat pads of the outer lips of her cunt, the split between them, and the pinkish-brown inner lips hanging out. She was completely bald, every hair shaved off, even on the mound.
"Oh, Clyde!" she moaned. "It looks so strange!"
Clyde smiled and handed her the shaving soap and razor. "Go clean it up in the bathroom," he said. "And then come back here and show it to me."
Once in the bathroom, she removed all her clothes. Standing over the toilet with her legs spread, she washed her cunt with soap and water. The new silky feel of her pussy was exquisite. Picking up the hand mirror, she sat down on the toilet seat, opened her thighs, and looked at her cunt.
She could not decide whether or not she liked it. But it certainly made her cunt more visible. She had never realized her cunt lips were so long.
Pulling her legs up, she used the mirror to look at her asshole. She smiled at her own foolishness. With a last look at the pouting lips of her cunt, she dressed and returned to Clyde.
She stood facing him in the center of the living room.
"Let's have a look," he said.
With a demure smile, she slowly gathered up her skirt, raising it to her waist.
Clyde whistled his approval. With a shudder at her own shamelessness, Laura turned to show him her ass and then turned back to show her pussy again.
Clyde beckoned her to approach him. Extending a hand, he probed the top of the hairless slit with a fingertip.
"Sit over there," he said. "Let's see how it looks when you're sitting down."
She walked over to the easy chair and sat down. Pulling her skirt back to the top of her thighs, she opened her legs.
"Perfect," Clyde said. "Now listen to me. A friend of mine is going to be here soon. He's a good friend and I want you to be nice to him. You're going to do that for me, aren't you?"
She hesitated a moment, but then she nodded.
"Good," he said. "I want you to get spiffed up. Wear a dress and look really good. Maybe you ought to wear underwear or something, he's a little kinky about that stuff. But it has to be sexy, understand?"
Laura nodded again. What he was telling her both horrified her and made her tremendously excited. Clyde was going to use her like a slave, to offer her to a friend. The thought of it made her tremble.
She went upstairs to her bedroom and removed her clothes. Pensive, her fingertips idly teasing one of her nipples, she sat on the bed and thought about what to wear. She finally rose up to study her nude body in the dressing mirror. The slit of her hairless pussy winked back at her. She turned sideways to admire the profile of her body, the curve of her ass, the contours of her thighs. Pulling over a chair, she raised her right leg and planted her foot on the seat. She could now see all of her pussy, the lips pulled open, the slit pink and red. Moving a hand down, she widened the opening, her fingertips wriggling in the groove, carefully avoiding her clit because she did not want to come.
She was amused by her preoccupation. She had been living with a hairy pussy since the age of fourteen, and now that it was hairless again it seemed so new and strange, so clean and fresh. She could see the wetness inside, but the lack of hair made it look like the dewy wetness of a young, virginal cunt. The only sign of maturity was the protrusion of the inner cunt lips, pink and red and long. Her lips were so long!
She craved an orgasm, but she controlled herself. Wiping her pussy with a kleenex, she sniffed the tissue and tossed it into a wastebasket.
Standing erect, she pushed the chair away and thought once again about getting dressed. She glanced once more at the mirror, smiled, and picked up a tube of lipstick from the vanity table.
Why not? she thought. It ought to drive them wild.
She painted her nipples and then her cunt lips. When she looked at herself in the mirror again she was startled. Her cunt had turned into a flower, her cunt lips drooping, blood-red petals. Her nipples were like two staring red eyes. Wetting a fingertip with her tongue, she allowed herself one touch on the shaft of her clit.
She donned a pink lace bra and garter belt, nude stockings, a soft paisley dress, a double strand necklace of miniature pearls, brown high-heeled sandals, and tiny pearl earrings. After freshening her makeup and lipstick, she left the bedroom and went downstairs.
Clyde's friend was a boy his own age named Garry.
Laura could see the obvious approval in Garry's eyes. He stared boldly at her tits and legs and she felt very sexy and feminine.
After the first few minutes of awkwardness had passed, they sat in the living room chatting like three ordinary people: an aunt and her nephew and her nephew's friend. No one could possibly guess that just a short time before the nephew had shaved the aunt's pussy!
She left the room for a moment to get them some refreshments. When she returned, Clyde had a happy smile on his face.
"Garry likes you," he said.
Laura blushed. She found herself staring at the bulge in Garry's jeans, wondering what he looked like without clothes.
She sat down again. The boys seemed to be laughing over a private joke, and finally Clyde looked at Laura.
"Let's have a little show, Aunt Laura."
She knew what would happen now. She looked away, uncertain and almost afraid.
"Come on, Aunt Laura," Clyde said. "Stand up."
She rose, standing before them and avoiding their eyes. They were close enough to touch her, if they wanted to. She began pulling her dress up, over her knees, past the tops of her stockings, exposing her thighs, and then further up until the hem of the dress was at her waist.
Garry blew out his breath in a whistle. "Jesus Christ!"
Clyde laughed. "Nice, huh?"
Then she felt Garry's hand on her leg, sliding up over her calf and thigh, and then moving around front to her cunt. She trembled.
Clyde made her turn around so that Garry could see her ass. She felt Garry's hands on her ass cheeks, pinching them, fondling them, spreading them open.
Clyde and Garry were whispering and laughing. She was in a daze.
"Open your legs," Clyde said.
She moved her legs apart. A moment later she felt a hand between her legs and then a finger pushing into her wet cunt hole.
Moaning softly, helpless in her need, she pushed back against the finger. Was it Garry's finger? She sensed a certain timidity, as if this were the first time the finger had ever penetrated her. It occurred to her there was now a special intimacy between them. Once a man had a finger in your cunt, he was no longer a stranger.
The finger was finally withdrawn and Clyde ordered her to get on all fours on the rug.
"I'm going out for a while," he said. "You just be nice to Garry and do whatever he tells you to do."
She hadn't expected that. The idea of being left alone with Garry was not too appealing. But then she decided that if Clyde wanted it, she would accept it.
Her shoulders down on the rug, her dress rolled up to her waist, she knelt with her ass facing Garry. She knew he could see her cunt and asshole. The idea of showing herself to him, in that servile position, brought the heat to her face and pussy.
She suddenly felt his hands on her again, his fingertips running over her ass cheeks.
"Open your legs wider," he said.
She had a yearning to see his face, to look at his crotch to determine if he had a hard-on. Was he playing with himself?
Finally she heard him undressing behind her. She was ready for him now, the juice oozing thickly out of her cunt to stream down the insides of her thighs, her hanging tits deliciously grazing the fibers of the rug. She needed a cock inside her cunt, needed the meat of a man pushing into her body.
She turned her head and saw him naked. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowed, she gazed at his cock. He had a circumcised cock with a fat juicy knob. The sac that held his balls was smooth and tight. The slit in his cock head was dripping a stringy syrup.
When he saw her eyes on his cock, he smiled and pointed it at her mouth. What he wanted was obvious, but she pretended not to understand.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
She went to him then, and kneeling before him, she filled her mouth with his cock.
She sucked him with a deliberate rhythm, half hoping he would come in her mouth so she could taste his gism. What a pity it was that a man could not fuck a woman in her mouth and cunt at the same time!
He pushed her head away. "Lean on the sofa," he said.
She arranged herself with her knees on the rug and her shoulders on the sofa cushion. Her legs were quivering. What she found so completely breathtaking was the feeling of being totally mastered, of doing whatever she was told.
Garry moved behind her now. Suddenly his hands were on her ass and prying her open. She felt him positioning his cock, getting the fat head at her cunt hole, and finally pushing in.
She let out a soft groan at the first stretching of the mouth of her cunt.
She quickly learned that young as he was, Garry was no novice at fucking.
Squeezing the plump cheeks of her ass in his hands, he pulled his cock back until the knob was only half inside the rim of her cunt.
Laura groaned. She wanted to cry out to him to fuck her, but she felt too inhibited. Weaving her hips, pushing back, she tried to get his cock inside again. But he kept moving with her and only the head of his cock remained in the hole. Understanding that he would not let her take the initiative, she finally gave in. Vanquished, half mad with impatience, her head rolling from side to side, she began moaning.
Garry chuckled. "Clyde says he stretched your asshole. Is it true?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
She whimpered when he rubbed the ball of his thumb over the rim of her asshole.
Suddenly, with a screwing motion of his hips, he rammed his cock deep into her cunt.
"Oh God, fuck me!" she cried. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He continued fucking her, slamming his cock into the channel, his eyes riveted on the hairless lips of her cunt, her winking brown asshole, her luscious meaty ass, her thighs, her gorgeous legs. The most exciting thing of all was that she still had all her clothes on. He had never fucked a mature woman before and to have her like this, bending over with all her clothes on, was enough to drive him crazy.
Clenching his teeth, leaning over her back, screwing a thumb into her asshole, he let out a deep groan and shot his load.
Once again, her head thrown back, Laura cried out and climaxed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie moved in.
Laura had expected something like that, but when it happened she wasn't half as peeved as she thought she would be. She resented Julie's hold on Clyde, but she found that Julie's presence made things much more exciting. It wasn't the girl's body that turned her on, it was her personality. Julie seemed to knew exactly how to exploit Laura's sexual bondage.
The pattern was set the very first evening. It was understood that Julie would sleep in Clyde's room and that Laura would be at the beck and call of both of them. And so after dinner, when Julie calmly asked Laura to lick her cunt while she watched her favorite television show, Laura's response was to blush like she always did and then set about doing it.
Since Julie was bare-assed, wearing nothing but an old shirt, it was easy enough to start the assignment without any delay. Julie found a comfortable position on the sofa with her legs up and her pelvis pushed forward, and Laura went to work with her mouth and tongue.
What excited her about the sucking was not that Julie was a woman, but that she, Laura, was being forced to do it. Because of that she felt a special obligation to be as expert as possible.
With an energetic tongue, Laura licked up and down the blonde's juicy pink cunt. She tickled the darling little bean of Julie's clit and lapped into the warm wet socket of the girl's cunt hole. At intervals she noisily slurped the abundant juice into her mouth and swallowed it with a murmur of pleasure.
Her eyes fixed on the television screen, Julie gently bucked and squirmed her pussy against the older woman's mouth. When Laura drilled her tongue into the humid cunt channel, Julie voiced her approval.
"That's good!" she said. Then she turned to Clyde. "I think she needs a leash and a collar," Julie said.
Clyde was sitting nearby, watching them and massaging his cock through his jeans. He laughed.
"That's a neat idea," he said.
And so the next morning, as a result of Julie's idea, Laura found herself wearing a dog collar and a leash. As it turned out, the leash was only used at certain times, but she wore the dog collar whenever she was in the house. The collar became a very concrete symbol of her bondage.
It was also Julie's idea that Laura never wear anything covering her tits while she was in the house. Laura was troubled when the blinds were open or when someone came calling at the front door, but she managed to avoid exposure to anyone outside. Her tits came to receive a great deal of attention, usually more from Julie than from Clyde. Julie would often call her over at odd moments in order to suck at her long nipples and play with her tits.
Clyde's habit was to fuck Laura every morning. Sometimes he used her ass and sometimes he used her cunt. Whenever he fucked her ass, he had to kneel on all fours on the bed.
Then one day after fucking her, Clyde told Laura she would also be servicing Julie in the morning.
"You can start now," he said. "I don't know what she wants from you, but you'll find out soon enough. She's waiting in my room."
Laura found Julie sitting up on the bed.
"Get the leash," Julie said.
Laura went to her room, picked up the leash, and returned with it to Julie.
Julie attached the leash to Laura's collar. Then Julie turned and knelt on the bed with her ass in the air facing Laura.
There was no need to tell Laura what to do. Pulling over a chair, she sat down and nuzzled her face in the crack of Julie's ass. She licked the girl's cunt and asshole until Julie was coated with her saliva. Finally Julie pulled away and rolled over on her back.
"Get a towel and wipe me off," she said.
After Laura brought a towel from the bathroom and dried Julie's crotch, Julie patted Laura's cheek and smiled.
"That's the routine every morning," Julie said. "It won't take more than a few minutes. You ought to bring the towel when you first come in here. It's nasty to be left wet while you go off and get it. Now get on the bed so we can fool around some more."
Laura climbed onto the bed, sitting up with her thighs open, showing her cunt and waiting for her instructions.
Julie smiled. "Do you like being my slave?"
Laura quivered and nodded. Neither of them had called her a slave before. But of course that's what she was: she would do anything they wanted.
"I like your cunt better without hair," Julie said. "At first I thought it was ugly, but now I like it. A slave ought to show as much of herself as possible, don't you think?"
"Yes," Laura said.
With a quiet smile Julie extended a hand and ran her fingertips over Laura's heavy gourd-shaped tits. She rubbed her fingers over the juicy nipples until they were hard and long.
Laura closed her eyes and leaned forward so that her tits hung down and swayed invitingly.
Julie began pinching the nipples more firmly, pulling them down with a milking motion, stretching out each tit into an elongated shape. Suddenly she sighed and leaned back on the pillows.
"Suck me off now," she said. "I can't stay in bed all day."
Obediently moving forward, lowering her face, Laura began servicing the waiting cunt.
Julie had the leash wrapped around her hand and at intervals she pulled and tugged, maneuvering Laura's head and tongue according to her own needs.
After a while Julie decided she wanted more than just Laura's mouth.
"Get on top of me!" she hissed.
Straddling the girl, her crotch suspended over Julie's face, Laura once again lowered her mouth to the pink cunt.
Julie slipped a pillow under her head and began fondling Laura's ass cheeks. At first the cheeks were tight as if Laura wanted to protect her asshole, but soon they gradually relaxed under Julie's expert caresses. The tension vanished and the luscious globes became pliant and willing. Brushing her fingertips over Laura's asshole, Julie probed the wrinkled rim and the elastic hole itself. When she tentatively pressed a finger into the opening, the tight channel immediately closed around it.
Gazing at Laura's wantonly splayed ass cheeks, Julie feasted her eyes on the movements of her finger in Laura's hole.
Laura's mouth was busy with Julie's protruding red clitoris, but she soon slipped her fingers down to the girl's tender ass. In a moment she had a finger pushing inside the blonde's asshole.
Both assholes now penetrated, the two women rocked and swayed in a closed loop of lust.
It was at this moment that Clyde entered the room. The position of the bed was such that Laura's ass was facing him. He arrived in time to see the older woman's crotch ease down onto Julie's face.
With a smile, Clyde walked over to the night table and slid his finger into an open jar of vaseline. Pulling Julie's finger out of Laura's asshole, he smeared a glob of grease over his aunt's grommet. He smiled again when he saw the sudden tension in Laura's ass.
Stroking the hole, he pushed a finger into the puckered mouth. She'd been stretched enough so that a finger could get in without any difficulty. He pushed the digit all the way in until his knuckles lay flush against her ass.
Slowly, gently, he began wiggling his finger.
Laura moaned, overwhelmed by the sucking movements of Julie's mouth and now the finger deep in her ass.
Clyde slowly pulled out his finger. His cock stuck out like an iron bar, the head swollen with impatience. Coating the knob with vaseline, he positioned it directly on the puckered hole.
Laura trembled. She could feel the bulbous head of his cock in the crack of her ass and she knew in a moment he would be pushing it into her body.
His eyes fixed on the luscious moons of his aunt's ass, his hands clutching the white cheeks, Clyde began pushing in.
Her mouth filled with Julie's cunt flesh, Laura moaned again.
Slowly and steadily, Clyde continued pushing. He spread her ass cheeks wide open and held them that way.
Laura groaned and shuddered and suddenly gasped as the head of his cock popped into the channel.
To Clyde it seemed like pushing into a warm wet glove of thick rubber. He pushed in until his belly was pressed up against her ass and his cock penetrating her body as deeply as possible, sunk to the limit in the hot channel of her asshole.
Raising her mouth from Julie's cunt, Laura crooned, "Oooooohhh! Oooooohhh! Oh God, yes! Oh God, yes!"
Clyde began moving. The muscles of his ass tightened as he moved forward and then eased back slowly. Clinging to her hips, hunching his shoulders, he peered down, watching with fascination as his cock slid out of her body, the white fleshy pole slowly easing out of the cave.
Laura was now making whimpering sounds, her hips gyrating with abandon.
Clyde stopped moving when the head of his cock was about to pop free. He remained frozen a moment, and then moved his hips in a small circular pattern, screwing the cock head in the mouth of her asshole. Then, leaning back, pushing his pelvis forward, he watched the length of his cock disappear again into the depths of his aunt's plump curvaceous ass, his thick rod implanted deep in her rectum, spreading it and opening it.
His hands splayed out on the cheeks of her ass, clutching the moons like two huge melons, he started pumping, slamming into her, backing out, ramming in again.
Laura let out a cry at the end of each stroke. She could feel every inch of him, every inch of his turgid meat slipping in and out of her body. She was wide open now. He had opened her up like a ripe fruit, exposing the primitive lust which had remained dormant and constrained all these years.
She was now at a point bordering on delirium. Each screwing motion of his cock in the channel of her ass brought her the madness of ecstasy. Each powerful stroke left her shuddering.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass!"
She wanted him to destroy her with his cock. She had never felt anything so incredible, nothing had ever so completely filled the emptiness inside. His cock grew in her mind to an enormous pole of masculinity. She longed to feel herself totally consumed by the burning flame of her passion.
Beads of sweat appeared on Laura's forehead as Clyde ground the throbbing hot shaft into her yielding flesh. Her cunt was flowing like a river, cunt juice dripping into Julie's mouth, smearing the blonde girl's nose and cheeks and chin. Ashamed of the depraved response of her sucking asshole, Laura was even more ashamed of the abundant fluid oozing out of her cunt.
The most amazing thing of all was that Clyde's cock seemed to fill her entire body. Her whole body was nothing but a receptive sleeve, a huge overheated channel whose only purpose was to provide friction for the massive column of male meat now penetrating her.
Clyde increased the tempo of his pumping and at the same time she felt his hand grab the dog-collar on her neck and pull her head back. Then he released her and once again her mouth closed over
Julie's frothy slime-drenched cunt, her lips and tongue once again finding the erect clitoris, closing around it as though it were a tiny cock. Her mouth and face were coated with the girl's juices, her nose breathing deeply the aroma of the blonde's steaming cunt.
Laura could hear the loud sucking sounds made by her ass as Clyde pulled back with each stroke. By now she was ramming her hips back to meet him and moaning her abandon.
Julie was still working on Laura's clit with her lips and teeth, rolling the tiny knob around as Clyde continued pumping his cock in and out of Laura's ass.
Then Clyde suddenly pulled his cock out of Laura's ass.
She cried out at the loss.
He pushed her off Julie and made her sit up on the bed facing him.
"Open your mouth," he said.
The reality of her defilement was now brought home with stunning force. Opening her mouth, she waited.
Clyde pumped his cock with his fist, bringing up his gism.
In a moment he groaned, arched his pelvis, and shot his hot load down into her throat.
Her eyes closed, her hair streaming over her face, she swallowed the hot sticky slime of his gism and collapsed backward on the bed.
After that day the routine became fixed. They both used her sexually according to their own needs. She soon learned that Julie was much more demanding than Clyde.
Laura never minded sucking Julie: there was something tender about having the warm wet flesh of a cunt in her mouth. A clitoris had to be titillated with a certain delicacy and she enjoyed doing it. There were times when she wondered if she might not be a lesbian, but she realized that she liked being fucked by a cock more than anything else, and that if she had to choose between men and women it would always be men.
The difficulty with Julie was that the girl sought every opportunity to emphasize Laura's abject servility and degradation.
Clyde, of course, was usually a partner to Julie's erotic demands.
One evening Clyde and Julie sat on the sofa and told Laura to lie on the floor in front of them and entertain them by masturbating. They forced her to stretch out on the rug with a pillow under her ass to raise her exposed crotch.
Although she found it exciting to exhibit her hairless cunt this way, the excitement was mixed with an almost crushing embarrassment. She pleaded with them, but to no avail.
She began stroking herself, but her cunt was dry and it was obvious to them she was resisting. It was Julie who became the instigator of her further degradation.
"She's faking it," Julie said. "She's as dry as a bone."
"I can't do this," Laura said.
"You do as you're told," Julie said. "Open your cunt, show us the inside."
Laura pried open her cunt lips to show them the gaping red socket.
"Put a finger in your ass," Julie said. "You like his cock in there. Maybe a finger in your ass will turn you on."
Laura blushed. No matter how much erotic attention her asshole had received since she'd been their slave, she still thought of that place as intimate and secret.
Using her other hand, she shoved a finger into the tightly puckered hole.
One finger in her asshole, another in her cunt hole, she slowly manipulated herself under their eyes.
"I think you've been playing with yourself too much," Julie said. "How many times a day do you do it?"
Laura moaned. "Please, I can't go on with this."
"How many times?" Julie said. "I don't know. Once or twice."
"You're lying," Julie said. "How many times have you done it today."
"Three times."
"Or maybe more," Julie said. "Now suck your fingers. Suck them clean."
With a loud sob, Laura sucked the fingers which had just explored the two private holes of her body.
She passed the evening on the rug, masturbating and sucking her fingers, until she quivered in the ecstasy of an orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
One day Laura was surprised to learn that Julie's parents, who lived in another city, would stay at the apartment for a few days on their way east.
"I think you'll like them," Julie said. Then she added: "They know all about you."
Laura was uncertain about the situation, but she decided there was nothing she could do. Clyde had already met Julie's parents, and he seemed happy about the visit.
And so Ralph and Hilda Demarest arrived the next afternoon. They were both in their early forties. Ralph was a beaming little man with dark hair and a thin dark moustache. He had merry eyes and a nice laugh. He seemed like a good-humored, affable sort of guy. Hilda was a tall woman with blonde hair and piercing eyes. She seemed more strait-laced than her husband, but she was friendly enough and Laura soon felt at ease.
They all sat around chatting for a while, and then Ralph said his automobile needed repair work and that he ought to take care of it as soon as possible. Shortly afterward he drove off with Julie to find a garage. Hilda went to the room where she and her husband would sleep during their visit, and Laura busied herself in the kitchen.
About twenty minutes had passed when Laura decided to go to her room. As she passed the guest bedroom, she heard Hilda laughing. The bedroom door was partly open and Laura automatically turned her head to look into the room. What she saw made her gasp.
Hilda and Clyde were sitting on the bed close to each other and whispering. Hilda's dress was unbuttoned and draped at her waist, her bra was hanging loose, and Clyde had his hands on her large creamy tits.
Flushed with the embarrassment of her discovery, Laura quickly went to her room and closed the door. Her heart racing, she sat down on her bed and thought about what she had seen. Whatever their relationship might be in public, Hilda and Clyde were obviously close friends.
Overcome with curiosity, Laura left her room and quietly returned to the corridor. The guest bedroom door was now closed, but Laura knew the keyhole was large enough to give a clear view of the inside of the room. Kneeling down, her heart beating wildly, she peered through the keyhole at the scene inside.
There was no doubt at all about what was going on in there. Both Hilda and Clyde were now naked. Clyde was stretched out on his back on the bed. Hilda was half on the bed and half on the floor with her head bent over his waist. Hilda had her back to the keyhole and Laura could see no more than the woman's meaty ass, but she had no doubt that Hilda was sucking Clyde's cock.
Clyde had his right hand on Hilda's head and he was obviously urging her on.
Laura found herself mesmerized, her eyes riveted to the spread of Hilda's plump ass, the hairy crack between the cheeks, the hanging lips of her cunt, and the dark winking asshole.
She's certainly not blonde down there, Laura thought.
Hilda finally moved completely onto the bed, twisting her body to one side so that Laura now had an unobstructed view of the woman's mouth on Clyde's cock.
She's at least forty, Laura thought. She's old enough to be his mother!
It was apparent that Hilda was enjoying herself. She sucked the boy's meaty cock with skill and relish, with an expertise that Laura guessed came from years of experience. She moved her head up and down on Clyde's cock with deliberate slowness, occasionally backing off to flutter her tongue over the swollen knob, one hand pressing down at the base of Clyde's cock so that the bulbous cock head was kept at its maximum size. She sucked the cock as if it were a tasty fruit, something there for her own pleasure, as if it hardly mattered that the cock was attached to a body.
Laura's knees were hurting and she decided she'd seen enough. One thing was certain: Hilda Demarest was not as strait-laced as she seemed to be!
The next few hours passed uneventfully. Ralph and Julie returned home and afterward they all sat down to an early dinner.
After dinner Ralph entertained them with a series of amusing stories. Laura decided he was really a charming little man. He was not exactly her type, but she could understand why another woman might find him attractive.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened until shortly past nine o'clock, when Clyde took Laura aside and told her to wait for him upstairs in her room. She had no idea what he wanted, but she did as she was told.
She was in her room about fifteen minutes when Clyde came in and closed the door behind him. She paled when she saw he was carrying her collar and leash.
"Please, Clyde," she said. "You can't."
The boy gave her an amused smile. "Oh yes I can," he said. "Take off those clothes. You need something sexy."
He forced her to strip off her clothes.
"Black," he said. "Get the new stuff we bought for you last week."
In a short while Laura found herself wearing a black lace bra, a black lace garter belt, dark gray stockings, and black high-heeled sandals.
Framed by the garter belt, her hairless pussy in front and the globes of her ass in the rear looked particularly luscious.
"Christ!" Clyde said. "You're a sexy bitch, Aunt Laura!"
She blushed. They passed the next ten minutes searching the closet for a dress, and finally Clyde decided she would wear a black and white print dress with a high neckline.
"And pin up your hair," he said. "You look great with your hair up."
Laura pinned up her hair in a neat chignon and put on fresh makeup and lipstick. When she looked in the long dressing mirror she saw a sedate-looking woman, a curvy body outlined by a thin summer dress, and elegant legs flattered by dark hose. There was no way anyone could tell that underneath the dress she wore a garter belt without panties and a pussy without hair.
Once again she begged Clyde to change his mind, but he stubbornly refused.
He attached the dog collar and leash to her neck and they left the room. Laura trembled as they walked down the stairs. When they entered the living room there was a sudden hush. With a lewd smile, Ralph sat back and licked his i lips.
Hilda narrowed her eyes and fingered the pearls at her throat. Julie covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.
It was finally Hilda who broke the silence. "You look stunning," she said. "I love the dress."
Tugging on the leash, Clyde laughed. "Raise it up," he said.
Her eyes vacantly staring at the wall, her face flushed, Laura began lifting the dress. She raised it up above her knees and thighs and finally to her hips.
"Sweet Jesus!" Ralph said.
Hilda chuckled. "How adorable!"
Pulling on the leash, Clyde brought Laura forward to stand in front of Ralph.
His eyes glittering, Ralph stared at the hairless pussy, at the pink slit bisecting the plump outer lips, at the ripe bulge of her cunt sensuously framed by the black lace garter belt. His moustache quivering, he blew his breath out between his teeth.
"Gorgeous," he said. "Do you mind turning around?"
Avoiding his eyes, Laura turned to show him her ass.
Ralph muttered under his breath. He raised his hands to touch his fingertips to the globes. He traced the contours of the cheeks. Finally he splayed out his hands on the ivory skin, his thumbs pointing at the crack, and he slowly spread her open to look at her asshole and cunt from the rear.
"Christ, what an ass!" he said.
Clyde chuckled and pulled Laura over to Hilda.
Still holding up her dress, Laura bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Hilda gazed a long time at the exposed pussy. Finally she extended a hand and ran her fingers lightly over Laura's thighs and then up to the hairless mound.
"Open your legs, honey," she said.
Blushing, Laura moved her legs apart.
Hilda ran a single fingertip over the slit, between the lips, probing delicately, and finally pushing the finger into the humid cunt hole. When she pulled the finger out it was glistening with juice.
"Lovely," she said. "She's dripping wet."
After that Clyde moved Laura to the center of the room and had her peel off her dress.
"There's some wine in the kitchen," he said. "Bring a bottle and we'll have our little party."
Laura was in the kitchen no more than a few minutes when she found Ralph behind her, pressing up against her rear, the bulge of his cock probing the crack of her ass.
"You're a sweet little piece!" he hissed.
He snaked a hand around front to grab a tit and then his other hand replaced his cock and slipped between her thighs to finger her cunt from the rear.
Moaning softly, she leaned back against him. Ever since watching Hilda sucking Clyde she had been on edge because of sexual arousal, and now that she finally had a man's hands on her body there was no way she could resist it.
Ralph soon had three fingers in her cunt, churning the sopping wet hole.
Pumping her hips, she began fucking his hand.
He seemed delighted. "Move it!" he said. "That's what I like to see! Come on!"
She was overcome with a wave of lust, her throbbing cunt rising quickly to the peak of physical sensation. She started coming with short gasps, her hips bucking in a frenzy, her head tossing from side to side with a final groan.
Slipping out of his arms, she fell into a chair.
Ralph laughed. "Be my guest," he said. "You owe me one. I'll collect it later."
He sniffed his fingers, wiped them with a towel, and walked out.
Laura had hardly recovered when she realized someone was in the kitchen with her. She looked up and saw Hilda smiling down at her.
"Men don't understand women," Hilda said. "They think we get as exhausted as they do."
Taking hold of Laura's hands, she pulled the younger woman to her feet. They stood there close to each other, their bodies almost touching. Hilda ran her fingertips over Laura's waist, over her ribs, and then slid her hands behind Laura's back and opened the snaps of her bra.
"I've been curious all evening," Hilda said.
The bra cups fell forward and Laura's quivering tits were exposed.
Hilda's eyes shone with approval. "Delicious!" she said. She lightly touched one of the long nipples, testing its sensitivity and smiling when it began to lengthen.
"And sensitive!" Hilda said.
Sitting down on a chair, she made Laura turn to face her and lean forward to show the hang of her tits. Then, raising a hand to hold one of the ivory globes, she took the long nipple into her thick-lipped mouth and began noisily sucking it.
Laura moaned. She shortly realized she was on the brink of an orgasm. Hilda was sucking and fondling her tit in a way that no one had ever done before. A shudder of pleasure rode up and down her spine, and then suddenly she was coming, crying out her ecstasy, her hand holding her other tit and squeezing the nipple in rhythm with Hilda's sucking mouth.
When Hilda finally pulled her mouth away, Laura's nipple was swollen and glistening wet with saliva.
Hilda chuckled. "I was wondering if I could make you come like that." Her hand slipping between Laura's thighs, her wrist pressing up against the hairless pussy, she squeezed and fondled the cheeks of Laura's ass. "Has anyone ever made you come like that before, just by sucking on a nipple?"
"No," Laura said.
Hilda smiled. "It's nice, isn't it?" She maneuvered her thumb now, rubbing it between Laura's fat cunt lips and finally pushing it into the wet slurping channel of her cunt hole.
Laura responded with a moan of pleasure.
"You're a natural slave," Hilda said. "I bet these two kids are having a high old time with you, especially my daughter. I bet she gets you to do all kinds of nasty things. But you like doing nasty things, don't you?'v
Laura blushed. "Sometimes."
"So do I," Hilda said. Without warning, she pushed a finger into Laura's asshole. She now had a thumb in Laura's cunt and a finger in her ass, the two fingers massaging the thin wall that separated the two channels.
Laura groaned. The massive feeling of double penetration was exquisite.
"You're dripping juice on my hand," Hilda said.
"I'm sorry."
Using her free hand, Hilda pulled back her dress and cupped her palm over her panty-covered pussy. She began massaging herself.
Fascinated, Laura looked down and watched the woman masturbate.
"I'm just teasing myself," Hilda laughed. "You're going to take care of this for me, aren't you?"
Wincing from the pleasure induced by Hilda's fingers, Laura nodded. Why not? She'd licked and sucked the daughter's cunt, why not the mother's? Hilda was right: she was a natural slave. She adored being probed and squeezed and fondled and used. She wanted to be defiled, to be inundated with cunt juice and cock juice.
"Do it now," Hilda said. "The old fireplace down here needs attention."
She abruptly pulled her fingers out of Laura's cunt and asshole, slipped her panties down and off her legs, and put her feet up on the chair.
When Laura went down on her knees, Hilda grabbed the younger woman's head and pulled her face into her crotch with a sigh.
"Suck me, honey. Get a good mouthful and suck. Make believe it's apple pie."
Laura sucked and licked and chewed until Hilda was moaning. Then she pulled her face back to have a good look at the older woman's cunt. It was a sultry cunt, ripe and meaty, with thick brown lips, lewd lips, cunt juice seeping out of the hole and trickling down to her fat white ass. The deep musk of the cunt smell was overpowering.
"Suck me!" Hilda commanded. "Eat my cunt!"
Laura trembled. This was different than her experience with Julie. This wasn't the immature pussy of an eighteen-year-old girl. This was the ripe cunt of a woman. Laura could feel her own clitoris throbbing, her cunt lips quivering spasmodically.
Once again she lowered her mouth against Hilda's cunt. This time Hilda raised her legs and draped them over her shoulders so that Laura had access to the older woman's ass.
Hilda's body was different from anything she had ever known. There was a raunchy sexual smell of perspiration overlaid with a smell of powder and perfume, the combination terribly erotic.
She crushed her face between Hilda's legs, her mouth on the lips of the cunt, her tongue stabbing and tasting. Hilda's cunt was hot and sloppy, the wetness of the sexual discharge oozing against
Laura's face. She prodded the bloated cunt lips with her tongue, tickled the puckered circle of muscles that ringed the opening of the cunt hole. A glob of thick juice oozed out and Laura lapped it up.
The inside of Hilda's cunt was as interesting as the outside. Laura could feel the slick wet walls of the channel with her tongue. Each breath was heavy with Hilda's intimate feminine odor. The tight sucking tunnel of Hilda's cunt, the fleshy red maw of her gaping sex made Laura's mind reel with delirious lust.
"That's it, honey!" Hilda hissed. "You suck like a dream! You really love it, don't you? Julie said you're an amateur, but she's wrong. You just need the right kind of encouragement!"
Laura sucked, slurping up the juice, her nose pressed against the woman's clitoris, tickling and cajoling and rubbing the red bean.
After the hectic session with Hilda, Laura returned to her room to repair her makeup.
She blushed when she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror. She looked ravaged, her face a mess and a long run in each stocking. The garter belt and high heels looked more lewd than ever.
Eventually she went downstairs again to serve the wine. This time when she walked into the living room, she was the one to be shocked.
All four of them were now without clothes. Clyde was stretched out on his back on the rug with Hilda and Julie straddling him. And sitting on the sofa, playing the role of a bystander, Ralph was stroking his cock.
Laura stared bewitched at the trio on the floor. This was the first time she had seen Hilda completely without clothes, and she found herself admiring the older woman's lush body. Hilda's tits hung down like two overripe melons, the enormous nipples pointing out to each side and vibrating with the movements of her meaty ass. Facing Clyde's feet, kneeling astride him, she had his cock impaled in her cunt.
Julie was behind her, squatting over Clyde's face and offering him her pussy to lick.
"Come sit over here," Ralph said.
Her pussy dripping with excitement, Laura minced over on her high heels to do Ralph's bidding.
He made her sit down beside him, and in a moment he had his hand between her thighs and his fingers stroking her pussy.
"They're really going at it, aren't they?" Ralph said.
"Yes," Laura said.
He took her hand and put it on his cock. Closing her fingers around the fat shaft, her eyes fixed on the fucking, she slowly pumped him.
It was difficult to see what was going on between Julie and Clyde, but she had a clear view of Clyde's cock moving in and out of Hilda's fat-lipped, juicy cunt.
It seemed strange to realize there had been a time when all that went on in this room was a sporadic kiss with an occasional date. Now there were five completely naked people, three of them fucking on the floor and the other two sitting on the sofa masturbating each other. Laura marveled at the unpredictability of things. In such a short time her life had completely changed.
She looked down at Ralph's cock. She loved the feel of a man's meat in her hand, the feel of warm hard muscle, the feel of power. The fat cock head had a purplish hue and looked ready to burst. Fluid was seeping out of the slit and dripping on her fingers.
Ralph ran his hand under one of her gourd-shaped tits. Laura held her breath and stared with fascination at the way the nipple darkened and swelled.
Her thighs twitched and clamped together, and her hips wiggled as the heat flooded her pussy. "God, you're a piece!" Ralph hissed.
His fingers were curled in the soft tissues of her meaty cunt lips. She arched her back and pressed her head against his shoulder as he touched the shaft of her clitoris and then the crevice of her slit. Touching the rim of her cunt, he rubbed his finger in a circle and then dipped into the cunt hole with quick repeated jabs.
Opening her legs, Laura jerked her hips from side to side while deep moans of delight fell from her lips.
Once again she looked down at his heavy cock, the head swollen and dark, the tight skin glistening.
He continued caressing the lips of her pussy, pulling them apart and sliding over their wet inner surfaces, and gliding again and again from the rim of her cunt hole to the base of her clit. The tantalizing touch of his fingers forced her to squirm her hips.
Oh God! she thought. I'm like an alley cat in heat.
His finger pressed at the gaping mouth of her cunt, forcing the rim wider and jabbing slowly inward. She pushed her belly forward to drive herself onto it.
Surrendering to a sudden impulse, Laura doubled over and lowered her mouth to Ralph's cock. She kissed the velvet surface of the cock head and touched the tiny slit with her tongue tip. She tasted the gism seeping from the slit. Gradually, moving her lips wetly over the head and shaft, she eased the knob into her mouth. She used one hand to roll his balls while she continued to force her mouth over the head of his cock. She had to extend her jaw to the limit to get her teeth past the ridge at the back of the head. The knob filled her mouth completely.
"That's a good girl!" Ralph said.
Hilda seemed about ready to come. Pulling her mouth off Ralph's cock, Laura watched the slowly mounting frenzy of the older woman. Obeying a sudden need to see things close up, she slipped out of Ralph's arms and knelt down on the rug to gaze at the conjunction of Hilda's cunt and Clyde's cock.
Cunt and cock were covered by a white froth of juice churned up by the friction.
Hilda continued moving, expertly rocking her hips in order to get the full feel of the fleshy pole penetrating her body.
Laura straightened up and met the older woman's heavy-lidded eyes.
"This is the best exercise in the world!" Hilda said. She slipped out her tongue and ran it wetly over her lips.
Her huge tits swayed and bounced with each stroke, the enormous nipples dancing madly.
Laura reached out and closed her hands on the woman's tits, her fingers pulling and pinching the fleshy nipples.
Ralph was sitting directly behind Laura, staring intently at her ass. This was the first time he'd ever seen a hairless cunt from the rear. It looked like an exotic fruit of some kind, a darkish peach split down the middle by a thin red line, surrounded by the ivory moons of the ass cheeks. The garter belt and nylons reminded anyone, if they needed reminding, it was a woman's ass and on the block for fucking.
"Oh shit, I'm coming!" Hilda cried. She closed her eyes and started moaning and grunting.
Laura held the weight of Hilda's heavy tits in her hands.
Hilda continued grinding her pelvis, getting the full feel of the cock in the sleeve of her cunt.
"Oh sweet Jesus, it's good!" she said. "Such a big fucking cock! Oh God, it's good! Uunngghh!"
Pushed over the brink by the contractions of her cunt, Clyde suddenly grunted, bucked his ass off the floor, and shot his load.
Hilda rolled off Clyde, stretching out on her back on the rug, her thighs splayed open, her belly heaving, her cunt gaping. Clyde's gism was leaking out. Laura caught her breath at the sight of it. Hilda noticed Laura's look and narrowed her eyes.
"Suck it out, honey," she said. "I'd love it!"
Bending forward with a soft cry, Laura clamped her mouth to Hilda's cunt. She probed and licked and sucked, slurping up the gism, swallowing it with muffled moans.
Kneeling over as she was with her mouth on Hilda, Laura's upturned cunt was an irresistible target for Ralph.
Arranging himself on his knees behind her, running the head of his cock up and down the plump slit, finally parting the meaty cunt lips, he found the mouth of her cunt and pushed himself in with one long stroke.
Her mouth full of cunt flesh, Laura groaned. Ralph had a fat cock. It wasn't that long, but the thickness was marvelous. It was really thickness, after all, that counted, the cunt-stretcher that gave the pleasure.
Hilda was delighted at the idea of having her pussy sucked out by the same woman who was being fucked by her husband. There was something very appealing about Laura. Her body was adorable, but more important than that was her air of apparent innocence. Everything seemed so new to her!
Hilda never denied her occasional attraction to women. A long thick cock was a treat, but there were times when there was something special about making it with another woman. She'd been into so many cunts she didn't remember anymore which had been the best. Not every woman lived up to expectations. The young ones had a tendency to lie back and let you do all the work: they thought they were doing an older woman a favor by letting her taste their cum. What Hilda liked about Laura was that she was evidently new to cunt sucking and obviously turned on by it.
Hilda caught Ralph's eye and they smiled at each other. They had a hot little piece between them and they both knew it!
Laura vented another muffled moan. I'm like a bitch dog in heat, she thought, a panting horny bitch bathing in degradation. She loved the feel of Ralph's cock ripping in and out of the tight glove-like fit of her cunt. She rammed her ass back to meet his every thrust, thrilling to the hot sensation that filled her. Her tits were bouncing beneath her like huge grapefruits. She could feel the tight sac of his balls banging against the tops of her thighs.
Hilda was suddenly slipping away from her. Then she felt the woman's hands on her body, Hilda's fingers pulling at her nipples, Hilda's hands squeezing her hanging tits, and then fingers trailing down her back, fondling and pinching her ass, and then a fingertip rimming her asshole. Finally, a finger pushed inside the tight channel of her rectum.
Rearing her head back, Laura cried out: "Oh God, yes, give it to me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Give it to me!"
Hilda rammed her finger deep into Laura's ass and began working it in and out to the tempo of the movements of her husband's cock. Snaking a free hand around Ralph's ass and between his legs, she grabbed hold of his balls. She could feel his nuts tightening up. With a mischievous leer, she pushed her thumb into his asshole and chuckled at the way he grunted in response.
Julie had long before squeezed out a series of orgasms on Clyde's face. She loved coming on his face. It compensated for all the ass-fucking they did. When she came on his face, she felt she had the upper hand, using him as an instrument of her pleasure. They now sat beside each other on the rug, watching Laura's defilement by Ralph and Hilda.
Julie had a sudden desire to make use of Laura's tongue. Crawling over, she knelt with her ass up in the air directly under Laura's face.
"Suck my ass!" she commanded.
Laura was too far gone to refuse. Obediently lowering her mouth, she began lapping the girl's asshole. She soon had her tongue wriggling in the puckered hole, drilling into the tight channel.
"Don't stop!" Julie hissed. "Suck my ass!"
Her face pressed between the firm cheeks of Julie's ass, Laura slurped and sucked at the hot grommet.
Suddenly Julie was pushed away by Clyde. Before Laura realized what he was up to, he was pressing the fat head of his cock against her mouth.
Opening her lips, she accepted the thick swollen knob. She rolled her tongue over the silky surface, licking around the rim of the crown, tracing the smooth ridge that separated the head from the shaft. Panting, gasping, she pressed down with gluttonous suction, squeezing the smooth spongy flesh with her tongue. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate the throbbing shaft and it slipped between her wet lips like a well-oiled piston. She felt the fullness of his cock with her tongue and palate, the pulsing of the engorged veins, the tip of the knob grazing her throat.
Clyde began pumping himself into her mouth. Laura felt the heat rising from her belly and cunt, spreading throughout her body. Reaching up, she fondled Clyde's balls, testing their fullness and weight.
Laura was now at a fever pitch of excitement. She had a cock in her cunt, a cock in her mouth, and Hilda's finger in her ass. Julie crawled under Laura's body and began sucking at her hanging nipples.
It was Clyde's cock that forced her to toss away the last vestige of sanity. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, stretching her lips to the utmost, taking more and more of his cock, feeling her mouth fill up with his rampant meat.
Reaching around, Laura grabbed the muscular cheeks of Clyde's ass. She wanted to swallow all of him, to engulf his cock and balls together.
Clyde swung his cock in and out of her hungry mouth with a smooth rocking motion of his pelvis.
Laura kept a hand on his balls, jiggling them, probing the eggs, pulling on the wrinkled sac.
She was totally overcome. She no longer owned her body. It now belonged to these people to do with as they pleased. She was their property, their receptacle, their victim of degradation. She wanted to be degraded. She craved degradation with every fiber of her body. She wanted cocks and fingers in every hole, ravaging her, opening her, making her moan with the pleasure of her subjugation.
Slamming her cunt back on Ralph's cock, squeezing her asshole on Hilda's finger, she sucked harder on Clyde's throbbing meat. She was eager to set off his orgasm, to drink in his juice. She squeezed his balls as though to urge the cream into his cock, to bring it spurting and gushing into her mouth.
She felt a deep overpowering sense of being dominated and used.
Sliding a hand into the crack of Clyde's ass, Laura jammed a finger into his asshole. She jiggled the finger and felt his body tighten up. She began pumping his ass, matching the motion of his cock in her mouth.
Ralph continued fucking Laura's cunt. He managed to get a hand on Hilda's ass, his fingers insinuating between the cheeks, his thumb pushing into her asshole and two fingers into her cunt hole. After twenty years of marriage, Hilda was still the sexiest woman he knew. When it came to sex she would do anything, any time, anywhere. Only the week before he had fucked her in one of the dressing rooms in a department store. He smiled when she responded to the grip of his fingers by wiggling her ass. He loved the full gorgeous contours of her ass, her beautiful ass, all warm and damp, flexing and relaxing rhythmically.
Julie was stretched out with her legs open and Ralph could see her cunt. The sight of his daughter's sweet little pussy never failed to turn him on. He'd never fucked her: that was the one thing Hilda would never allow. But he could look. There was no shame about bodies in their family. Julie had often watched he and Hilda fucking, and on more than one occasion they had seen her with her boy friends. It's a close family, he thought.
His hands on the back of Laura's head, Clyde bucked his hips into her face. Dear Aunt Laura was really getting it this time. He could see Ralph ramming his cock into Laura's cunt and Hilda busy with her finger in Laura's ass. She needs more than a finger there, he thought. She liked it in the ass now almost as much as in the cunt. He'd expected that: after a woman's asshole was loosened up enough so the pain was reduced, she loved to feel a cock in there.
And Aunt Laura loved sucking cock. The idea that it was his aunt who was devouring him increased the excitement. But she really had lost her identity to become no more than a voluptuous female with a hot suctioning maw, a wet hole into which he would shoot his hot gism. The slippery liquid feel of lips and tongue slurping at his cock was fabulous.
He stopped moving and let Laura take over. He loved watching her suck his cock. She always brought to it a combination of devotion and greed which never failed to keep him at the peak of excitement.
She mouth-fucked in a frenzy, sucking greedily on the meaty pole, her lips slipping up and down the turgid shaft, drooling saliva out of her mouth and over his cock and balls.
He closed his eyes and thought about how good it felt, how lovingly she was sucking him, how hotly he was going to cream in her throat, how she was going to gobble up all his gism. Groaning, he stroked her hair and closed his mind to everything but the maddening sensations created by her mouth.
"That's good!" he hissed. "Don't stop! Don't stop now!"
She sucked his cock faster, plunging her mouth up and down with long frictioning strokes, her teeth scraping repeatedly across the ridged crown, her hand squeezing the tightening sac of his balls.
Suddenly Clyde threw his head back and froze. His cock forged fully into her throat, jerking and twitching, the swollen knob expanding.
He groaned and shuddered as the spurting cum cascaded down his aunt's gulping eager throat.
Laura's mind convulsed at the feel of her nephew's thick ropy gism sliding down her gullet.
Then, as one cock continued spurting in her mouth, the other began spurting in her cunt. It was all too much for her. Rolling her eyes, she shuddered through the first of a long series of spasms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Arthur Skeffington had her by the end of August.
Clyde came to her one day with a tender look on his face.
"I'm going to sell you," he said. "Julie and I are taking a trip to Mexico and we need the money."
Laura cried at first. Then she decided what was happening was a verification of her position. If she was really a slave then it was perfectly reasonable that Clyde should be able to sell her. The more she thought about it, the more she came to believe the idea was reasonable.
And so one day she packed up a valise with clothes and Clyde drove her to Arthur Skeffington's mansion.
"He's the most powerful man in the county," Clyde said. "Nobody ever does anything without permission from Arthur Skeffington."
The mansion was a huge white house set high up on a hill. Skeffington was a thin middle-aged man with rimless eyeglasses and a tight humorless mouth. Laura later learned he had started out as a lawyer and made his fortune in politics.
When Clyde introduced her, Skeffington nodded without cracking a smile. Laura found herself on a leather sofa in a room filled with law books. Clyde had a private conversation with Skeffington and left almost immediately afterward.
Skeffington finally came to sit down opposite her in a large chair. He stared at her a long time before he spoke.
"You're very lovely," he said. Then he added: "At least what I can see. Do you mind?"
When Laura realized she was now supposed to remove her clothes, she blushed furiously.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Skeffington said. "Unless those clothes are deceiving, I don't think you should have anything to hide.
She was wearing a softly gathered skirt and an off-the-shoulder blouse. She was aware of his eyes on her breasts. He gave her an encouraging nod. Rising up, she began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Slowly," he said. "Never be casual about taking off your clothes. It's like unwrapping a pretty package. The more time it takes, the greater the effect."
When she finally slipped off the blouse, she avoided his eyes. Standing self-consciously at ease with her hands clasped behind her back, Laura pushed out her chest to show the thrust of her tits against the bra. Then she unhooked the bra and slowly slipped it off, dropping the cups only at the last moment.
"That's better," Skeffington said. "The way you did that was coquettish. That's the way it's done. Can you get the nipples hard? I'd like to see the full effect."
Blushing again, Laura moved her hands up to her tits and began fingering her nipples. The excitement of exhibiting herself like this brought flutters to her pussy, and now that she was playing with her nipples she knew she would get wet.
Rising, Skeffington approached her and pulled her fingers away.
"Perfect," he said. "They come out nicely, don't they?"
Extending a hand, he casually cupped a palm under her right tit. Laura did no more than close her eyes. Skeffington bent his head down and took the long nipple between his teeth. He tugged it, released it, and straightened up.
"Lovely," he said. "They're irresistible. You ought to rouge them a bit. Just the tips. When you have nipples like these, they should be emphasized."
Using the balls of his fingertips, he stroked the wet nipple until Laura drew in her breath with a hiss. He gave a final pinch to the trembling nipple and stepped back.
"And now let's see the rest of you."
When she dropped the skirt, he circled her with appraising eyes.
"I want you in stockings and a garter belt," he said. "I know they're a bother, but they're much more attractive. And sexy shoes with thin high heels. You have marvelous legs and the heels will set them off. Otherwise, keep everything as it is. Demure and very low-key. Not too much makeup and a natural hair style."
When she finally stripped off her pantyhose and panties, he asked her to turn slowly.
"Nice," he said.
She was conscious of the swaying of her tits and the erection of her long nipples. Her cunt was dripping juice down the insides of her thighs.
"Walk across the room and come back," he said.
She walked to the other side of the large room, showing him the vibrations of her ass cheeks, the sway of her hips, the movement of her long thighs. She paused briefly at one of the tall windows and started back. From the front it was all bobbing tits, long dark nipples, and the hairless pussy under her belly.
He motioned her to approach him. He was sitting in the chair once again. She stood before him, her pussy only inches from his face. Using both hands, he pulled her cunt-mound up over her pubic bone and split open the meaty lips. He stared at the pink and red a moment and then dropped his hands.
"Kneel in front of the sofa," he said. "You can rest your head on the cushion. Keep your ass up and your legs open."
She was totally exposed. He was sitting behind her and she knew he had a perfect view of her cunt and asshole.
"Put your hands on your ass and spread the cheeks," he said.
A shiver ran up her spine, a rush of lust and excitement. She moved her hands back to her ass and pried herself open.
"Now listen to me," he said. "Whenever you're in this room and not doing anything else, this is the way I want you. If you're wearing clothes, you pull your dress up to your waist. You're never to wear panties. Your ass is never to be covered, except by a dress. But when you get down in this position you pull your dress up and you open your ass with your hands. Sometimes I might have a guest in the room. It doesn't matter. You take this position whenever you're told."
He leaned forward, extended a hand, and ran his fingers over the globes of her ass and then into the crack. She felt a fingertip on the rim of her asshole pressing and demanding entrance. At the instant the puckered hole relaxed he slipped the finger inside, wriggled it, then pulled it out.
"That's all," he said. "You can stand up and cover yourself."
A moment later he called in a large beefy man wearing a dark suit. Laura learned the man's name was Baxter.
"This is Laura," Skeffington said. "She's to have the attic bedroom."
Baxter nodded. He led her out of the room and up three flights of stairs to the attic. The bedroom was more pleasant than she'd hoped for. The furniture was nice and the bed looked comfortable. After Baxter left, she was delighted to discover there was even an attached bathroom.
She took a hot bath. The interview with Skeffington had aroused her sexually and she lay back in the water and fingered her cunt and clitoris until she had an orgasm.
After the bath she decided to get dressed again in something frilly. She remembered Skeffington's instructions: garter belt, stockings, and no panties. Not exactly the uniform of an unmarried thirty-year-old librarian! And shoes with thin high heels. The idea was to have her always costumed in a way to remind her of what she was, to have her cunt and ass always available. A warm glow of pleasure suffused her body. No matter that the pleasure was mixed with uncertainty and fear. She was a sex slave, and now she belonged to Arthur Skeffington. It was all so strange. Skeffington was strange. The house was strange.
Soon after she finished dressing, someone knocked on the door. It was Baxter.
"Mr. Skeffington would like you in the library," he said.
Baxter's face was impassive and she had no idea what he thought of her. She followed him downstairs, deciding he was a cross between a gorilla and a bear. His large hairy hands sent shivers up her spine.
In the library Skeffington was sitting at a desk talking on the telephone. He turned his swivel chair to face her and pointed at his crotch. There was no uncertainly about what he wanted.
Blushing, Laura knelt down between his legs, pulled down the zipper of his fly, and pulled out his half-erect cock.
This part of him, at least, had no mystery. It was a cock like any other cock, although maybe better looking than most. He was circumcised and the head of his cock had a nice shape.
Wetting her lips with her tongue, she sucked the knob into her mouth.
He quickly became hard. She slid a hand down to the base of his cock and drew more and more of the shaft into her mouth until it felt as though she had half his cock down her throat. She could feel the spongy head throb against her tongue as she gently scraped her teeth over the skin. She scooped his balls out of his pants so that they hung outside resting on her palm. She sucked his cock with an insistent rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, her saliva dripping out of her mouth, flowing over the shaft. Before long she could feel the tightening of his balls that heralded the beginning of his orgasm. She gorged herself on his cock, taking him deeper into her throat.
When he finally came, she was taken by surprise. He made no sound, he continued talking on the telephone, and the only indication of his orgasm was the sudden spurting of hot cum on her palate.
She continued sucking him until his cock was soft and cleaned of any traces of gism. Then she stuffed his cock and balls back into his pants and pulled up the zipper of his fly.
He at last finished his telephone conversation. He looked at her without any expression on his face. She knew what he wanted. Moving to the sofa, she knelt down on the floor and rested her head and shoulders on the cushion. Reaching down with her hands, she pulled her dress up to her waist to expose her ass.
Skeffington was silent a long time. Finally he spoke.
"You do your cock-sucking in a great hurry," he said. "You do it as if you can't wait to get it over with. From now on you take your time and get yourself into it."
He came up behind her, pressed the heel of his palm in the gulch between her ass cheeks, and squeezed three fingers into her cunt hole.
She gasped and moaned.
"I have a wife," he said. "She may want to use you from time to time. She has my permission. But each time you must come to me beforehand and tell me. Is that clear?"
"Yes," Laura said.
"Clyde said he stretched your ass. How did he do it."
"With a carrot."
"Not very ladylike, was it."
"No."
"How long was the carrot in there."
"About a day."
"You need more of it, but we'll find something better than a carrot. You're still a little too tight there. It's a problem getting it just right, but we can solve it."
As if to emphasize his meaning, he pushed his thumb into her asshole. With three fingers in her cunt and a thumb in her asshole, she had to close her eyes to cope with the exquisite sensation. Moving his hand until she groaned, he then pulled his fingers out to leave both holes gaping.
"I'm going to call Baxter in and have him fuck you in the ass," he said. "He's big so it will hurt you. But it should help you remember what I said about your cock-sucking. You really need to work on that."
Trembling with uncertainty and fear, she remained kneeling and exposed. Minutes passed. Then she heard a wheezing sound behind her and she knew Baxter was there.
The first touch of his hands on her body caused her to moan. He ran his beefy, sweaty palms along her sides and over her back and then down to her ass, to finally cup and squeeze the cheeks.
Then she felt the warm head of his cock in the crack of her ass. There was no way to tell how big he was. By the time he moved his cockhead to her asshole, she imagined him to be of monstrous proportions.
Using her muscles, she pushed out and opened her asshole. A grunt of approval came from Baxter and he began forcing his cock into her body.
He was huge. He was bigger than Clyde. His massive cock pushed into her ass, stretching the hot tube of her rectum into new dimensions.
She sobbed and begged him to stop. "You're too big!" The pain was so intense she felt herself on the verge of fainting.
But it waxed and waned. Each time the pain reached a point where she thought she couldn't stand it any more, a moment later it subsided.
He kept on pushing his cock into her ass. The length of his cock seemed endless. At last she felt his belly and balls pressed up against her and she knew she had him, she had all of him. Her body was impaled by a mammoth pole. She rolled her eyes and wailed.
When at last he began ramming her, it was too much. Crying out with a hoarse, bleating sound, she fainted.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself sprawled on the rug and Skeffington sitting in a chair looking down at her.
"You need cleaning up," he said. "Use the bathroom over there."
There was a small bathroom attached to the library. She could feel Baxter's gism oozing out of her asshole. After cleaning up her crotch, she fixed her face and checked her clothes. Her nylons were miraculously intact. Aside from the burning sensation in her asshole, she felt fine.
When she returned to Skeffington, he told her to sit on the sofa.
"How's your ass?" he said.
She blushed. "It hurts."
"Of course it hurts. Any bleeding?"
"No."
"Baxter is going to have your ass at least once a day until you get stretched. After that you won't be bothered by him any more, unless you misbehave. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said.
"Did he turn you on at all?"
"Very little," she said. "I don't like him."
"But you had some pleasure when you had his cock in your ass. It was easy enough to tell."
"Yes.'
"How do you feel now? Are you turned-on?"
"Yes."
"Wet?"
"I don't know."
His eyes glittered. "Let's have a look," he said.
She pulled her dress back over her thighs and opened her legs. Avoiding his eyes, she moved a hand down over her belly and slid her fingers into the groove of her cunt.
"Are you wet?"
"Yes," she said.
"Make yourself come," he said. "I'd like to watch you have an orgasm."
Her fingers probing, she opened her cunt and showed him the inside. She held herself open with two fingers of her left hand and she put the middle finger of her right hand on the shaft of her clitoris.
She was on stage. She knew exactly what she looked like: a centerfold beaver shot in a girlie magazine. Laura Seldon, Miss June. But she felt like something more significant than that. She felt like an ancient courtesan in the process of enticing a powerful prince. Her cunt was dripping like a faucet. She had never in her life been so turned-on to a sexual scene. Skeffington did not exist anymore; he had been changed into an oriental prince.
She knew she would have an easy orgasm. With a shiver of anticipation, she began the churning of her fingers that would lead to her climax.
CHAPTER NINE
Laura's room had bars on the windows and Baxter locked the door on the outside every evening at ten o'clock.
Except for his daily performance as an asshole-stretcher, Baxter never touched her. The ass-fucking always took place in the library and Skeffington was always there as a witness. As the days went by her sphincter gradually loosened up to the point where even Baxter was no longer a menace.
Laura's only contact with Skeffington was sucking his cock. He had her do this at least once a day, usually after lunch, and in time she learned the technique he preferred.
Skeffington's wife was an attractive blue-eyed brunette, a former Southern belle with a flashing smile and a purring voice. Her name was Marylou. Laura could not help being curious about what kind of sex life she had, and before long she found out.
She discovered a grille in the floor, and on a chilly night, thinking it was a heating vent, she opened it and found herself looking down through the ceiling of Marylou Skeffington's bedroom.
There was no question about whose bedroom it was: Marylou was sprawled on the bed with one hand on a bottle of bourbon and the other hand on her pussy.
Laura was tremendously excited by the spectacle of Marylou Skeffington playing with herself. Marylou's nightgown was pulled back to her waist and her knees raised. Her hand moved languorously in her crotch and at intervals she bucked her hips up to meet her fingers. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her pretty face.
After a while Marylou put the bourbon bottle down on the small table beside the bed and used her free hand to fondle and tease one of her nipples. Eventually she pulled down the shoulder strap of her nightgown to uncover the swollen tit.
Her mouth open, her tongue wetting her lips, Marylou breathed heavily. She used the hand between her thighs to completely cover her cunt, massaging everything with her palm. Then she stopped and slipped a finger between the swollen fat lips. She ran the finger up and down the hairy slit.
Laura's pulse raced at the sight of the woman manipulating her cunt. She watched Marylou slip a finger into her cunt hole.
Her mouth open, Marylou closed her eyes and vibrated her hand with a slow rhythm. She spread her legs, closed them, squeezed her thighs together to press the fingers in her crotch. Occasionally she rolled on her side and used her other hand to fondle and squeeze the cheeks of her ass.
Once again on her back, Marylou opened her thighs as wide as possible, pulled one leg back, passed a hand under her thigh, squeezed the lips of her cunt, pinching them closed, pulling them open, tugging at them to expose her stiff red clitoris.
With a mixture of admiration and derision, Laura stared down at Marylou's meaty cunt, at the juice-covered fingers playing in the groove.
Suddenly there was a knock on Marylou's door. Marylou hastily covered herself with her nightgown.
"Come in," she said.
The door opened. Laura was shocked to see Baxter walk into the room. He approached the bed carrying a tray with a bottle of soda water. He put the tray down on the night table. What happened next caught Laura completely by surprise.
Marylou smiled, said something in a low voice to Baxter, and then extended a hand and placed it over the bulge in his crotch. Her fingers slowly pulled down the zipper.
Laura had never seen a hand move so slowly. Each moment seemed charged with erotic tension.
When Baxter's fly was completely open, Marylou's hand vanished inside Baxter's loose-fitting trousers.
Laura could see the bulge of Marylou's hand against the cloth, the movement of Marylou's fingers searching out and fondling Baxter's cock.
Although she had now had that cock in her ass more than a dozen times, Laura had never really had an opportunity to look at it. She was always kneeling and Baxter always approached her from the rear. She wanted to see him now. Her pussy was quivering. Her tits were hard. The erotic scene in the room below had brought her to a state of voluptuousness that was almost painful. Her eyelids heavy with sexual arousal, she fondled one of her tits, pulling at the long nipple.
Marylou finally brought Baxter's cock out into the open. Laura stifled a gasp and almost came right then and there. Baxter's cock was a thick slab of meat larger than anything she had ever seen. She gazed at the cock which had possessed her, invaded her, and filled her. She was jealous of Marylou, jealous of the other woman's elegant hand now toying with the cock, sliding over its length, squeezing it, pulling back the thick foreskin to uncover the huge mushroom-shaped head.
Marylou held the cock in her hand as if it were a small animal, the underside of the cock resting on her palm and wrist.
Her heart racing, Laura watched as Marylou began to slowly masturbate Baxter.
Baxter grunted, rolled his eyes, wet his lips with his tongue. Marylou abandoned his cock a moment to slip a hand inside his fly to scoop out his enormous hairy balls.
With a muted groan, Laura moved a hand between her thighs to squeeze the pulpy lips of her cunt.
Marylou had now risen to her feet to stand close to Baxter. She still held on to his cock. Using both hands, Baxter raised up Marylou's nightgown to expose her milky white ass, an ass too large to be elegant but definitely voluptuous. As Marylou faced Baxter with her hand on his cock, Laura could see the quivering of the woman's ass cheeks.
Baxter mumbled something and pushed Marylou's hand away from his cock. He sat down on the bed facing her.
Marylou laughed. Raising up a leg, she planted her foot on the edge of the bed and opened her thighs in front of his face.
Baxter grunted. Moving his head forward, he extended his tongue to lick the hairy cunt.
He's like an ape, Laura thought. She could feel the cunt juice dripping down her legs. A flood of sexual heat washed over her body. She felt tormented with jealousy and frustration, with a sudden desire to have Baxter's huge cock in her mouth, to swallow his gism, to suck on his animal meat, on the fat mushroom cock head.
Baxter was up again, dropping his pants and shorts, and then stretching out again on his back on the bed. In a moment Marylou had climbed over him to straddle his body, kneeling with her thighs close to his ribs, one hand prying open the lips of her cunt and the other hand positioning the fat head of his cock. Then, as Laura watched breathlessly, Marylou vented a groan of pleasure and sank down on the huge fleshy pole.
They started off quietly enough, but soon the tempo increased, and before long Marylou was riding him like a banshee.
"Oh, you incredible fucker!" she cried. "Christ, what a cock! Aaaannnggghh! Aaaannnggghhh!"
Sweating and screaming, Marylou rode and bucked herself into oblivion.
Laura came at the moment Baxter heaved up his ass to shoot his load.
Exhausted, Laura slipped back to her bed.
It was the next afternoon that Marylou finally spoke to Laura for the first time. Laura was sitting in the garden reading a magazine when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Marylou.
"You must be Arthur's new toy," Marylou said.
Laura blushed. She remembered Marylou riding Baxter the night before and she blushed again.
"And with a pretty blush!" Marylou said. "Is it true Baxter has been fucking you in the ass?"
Mortified, Laura closed her eyes.
Marylou laughed. "Don't mind me," she said. "I've always been nosy. But, honey, if Baxter is fucking you in the ass, I feel sorry for you. Really, I do." Then she added: "But you look fit enough.
I suppose he hasn't killed you yet. Do you really take that monster in the back door? If you do, you must have the biggest asshole this side of the Mississippi. I say this side because my granddaddy told me the people on the other side aren't natural. But you come on upstairs with me and we'll have a look."
And before Laura could do anything about it, she found herself being pulled into the house by Marylou.
Inside Marylou's room, Marylou insisted that Laura pull up her dress and show her asshole.
"I know you don't wear anything under it," Marylou said. "I know all about that. So it's not like you have to undress or anything. You can kneel on the bed and we'll have a look."
There seemed no way to avoid doing what Marylou wanted. In a moment Laura was kneeling on the bed with her head down and her dress pulled up to her waist. Marylou remained behind her, staring at her ass for what seemed like an endless time.
Finally Marylou spoke: "It sure doesn't look that big," she said. "I don't think I'll believe it until I see it. This looks like an ordinary little asshole. As a matter-of-fact, I've seen bigger than this on some of my girl friends. But honey, how come you don't have any hair on your pussy? It sure looks unnatural. Roll over and let me see the front."
She forced Laura to roll over on her back and open her legs.
Gazing at the hairless cunt, Marylou finally smiled. "I think I like it," she said. "It's rather pretty."
With that she walked away to look in a mirror and fluff up her hair.
Laura sat up on the side of the bed and pulled her dress down to her knees.
A long silence followed, and then Marylou turned away from the mirror and looked at Laura.
"Do you suck pussy?" Then she added: "But I don't have to ask, do I? I can just tell you to do it. You'll do anything I want you to do, won't you? Arthur said you would. It's his way of making amends, you know. He hasn't sucked my cunt in all the years we've been married. I know some men don't like it, but it wouldn't kill him to do it at least once in a while. A woman needs it sometimes. It makes you feel more like a woman, doesn't it?"
Laura was too caught up preparing herself for what she knew was the inevitable. She really wasn't in the mood for it, but she knew there was no way out.
"I'd rather have a man do it," Marylou said.
"But I can't get it from anybody else in this house, so I guess it will have to be you."
Bending over, she reached under her dress and slipped off a pair of wispy white panties.
"I'll sit in that chair," she said. "I like to see what's going on."
Turning around, raising her dress to show the plump white cheeks of her ass, she wiggled over to an armchair and sat down and draped her legs over the sides.
Laura gazed at the scarlet gash that split the hairy pussy.
"Come on, honey," Marylou said. "I usually take a long time to come, so we'd better get started."
Leaving the bed, Laura walked over and knelt down between Marylou's legs.
Marylou smiled and reached out to fondle Laura's ears.
"Lick it up and down until it's nice and wet," Marylou said. "I'll tell you when to do something else."
Leaning forward, Laura moved her head between Marylou's widespread thighs. The sight of Marylou lying so open in front of her was too much. Laura's mind and body seemed to float upward as her tongue danced out to lick eagerly at
Marylou's juicy pink slit.
Marylou grabbed at Laura's hair, pulling her face tighter against her hot cunt, as though attempting to suck Laura into her body.
Laura tasted and lapped Marylou's cunt juice. Her tongue twirled patterns over the thick cunt lips and then lunged into the gaping red hole.
Squirming her hips, Marylou moaned. Her hands tugged at Laura's hair as she fucked her cunt up into Laura's face.
Waves of intense excitement rushed over Laura's spine. She felt no shame at what she was doing: instead of shame there was heat and passion. She was giving pleasure and that was all that mattered. Her own cunt was hot and dripping. Moving her thighs, she slipped a hand to her own sticky wetness.
Marylou was now twisting her hips in a frenzy. "Oh yes! Eat my pussy, honey! Suck me! Just keep sucking!"
Laura once again dipped her tongue into the frothing cunt. She nibbled at the distended clitoris, sending Marylou into a spasm of pleasure. Sliding her hand beneath her chin, Laura drilled a finger into Marylou's brimming cunt hole. With a sharp gasp, Marylou heaved her hips upward. Drawing the finger out of the cunt hole, Laura trailed it down until she felt the tiny wrinkled grommet o Marylou's asshole. Tracing the rim, she slowly pushed and inserted the finger into the tight opening.
"Oh God!" Marylou moaned. "What are you doing to me? Oh! Ooooohhh! Oh God, it feel so good!"
Laura continued tonguing Marylou's clitoris, her finger working in and out of the woman's asshole. The combination soon brought results. Marylou heaved a long sigh, shuddered and groaned and started coming. Her mouth glued to the spasming cunt hole, Laura sucked up the oozing globs of cunt juice.
With Marylou's last twitch of pleasure, Laura pulled her mouth away and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She was about to stand up when she heard the door open behind her. She turned her head and found herself facing Arthur Skeffington and Baxter.
"You had instructions about this," Skeffington said. "I was to be told beforehand." He looked contemptuously at Marylou's exposed pussy. She blushed and hastily covered herself.
"You've been naughty again, Marylou," he said.
"Yes, Arthur."
"I don't think your granddaddy would approve. Don't you agree."
"Yes, Arthur."
"I think when a woman has misbehaved there's a need for retribution."
"Yes, Arthur."
"Remember my warning the last time you were bad?"
Marylou paled. "Please, Arthur, I couldn't bear it."
"Take off your clothes, Marylou."
She moved as meekly as a lamb. With a high flush on her cheeks, she rose to her feet and undressed.
Laura had to admire the woman's fragile beauty, her extreme femininity. Marylou had expensive lacy silk under things, but she wore no bra. The bra was built into dress. She had beautiful hands with long straight fingers and gracefully curved nails. Her wrists and ankles were thin and aristocratic. The skin of her breasts was ivory white and her nipples were a delicate pinkish brown. When she had everything off except her panties, Skeffington called a halt. He ordered her to stretch out on the floor on her back. Trembling, Marylou assumed the position.
Turning to Laura, Skeffington waved his hand.
"Take off the dress," he said.
Uncertain about what was happening, Laura removed her dress and faced him wearing her garter belt, nylons, and shoes. Skeffington looked her up and down and then nodded.
"Sit on Marylou's face," he said.
Laura's eyes widened. Skeffington frowned. "I don't like to repeat myself," he said. "Sit on her face."
Crouching over Marylou, Laura lowered herself so that her pussy came down over the woman's upturned face. At the first contact, Marylou moaned and began sucking and licking at the pussy suspended over her.
Shocked and pleased, Laura methodically rubbed her cunt up and down and around over Marylou's mouth. She looked down between her own legs at Marylou's lapping mouth and cunt-juice-covered nose and moved her pussy whenever necessary in order to get the maximum pleasure from the licking and sucking.
Laura felt strange. Having the upper hand was a new experience. She found it exhilarating and terribly exciting. Soon, no longer aware of where she was or what she was doing, she was caught in the throes of overwhelming lust. Grabbing Marylou by the back of her pretty head, she held her face tightly against her pussy and churned her pelvis in a frenzy.
At first Marylou made feeble attempts to remove the demon from her face and nose, but after a while she surrendered and lay helpless.
Grunting and snorting and sighing, Laura came on Marylou's face, her cunt juice smearing over the woman's nose and cheeks and chin.
She dropped Marylou's head to the floor once, but she snatched it back again against her pussy for a final rubbing.
At last she let the wet, cunt-cream-covered face fall away from her pussy again and Marylou's head hit the floor with a dull thump.
Laura crawled away and collapsed on the rug.
CHAPTER TEN
Laura decided to escape from Skeffington's house. Since they had no notion of her plans, it was only a matter of time before she found the means to do it.
The means turned out to be a laundry delivery truck. She smuggled herself aboard one day and climbed out the first time the driver stopped on the way back into the city.
Now that she had had a delicious taste of freedom, she found it unbelievably exhilarating.
The final sexual encounter with Marylou had awakened long-sleeping fires in her. Years of virtual sexual repression had been abruptly halted by Clyde's brief, but total domination of this aspect of her personality. But now things would be different. Her future would be very different from her past. The pleasure of being controlled by the desires of others had been great, but that of having the upper hand was far, far more intense. Laura Seldon was no longer a woman to be subjugated, degraded and defiled.
She was about to search for a taxi when she realized she was hungry. She spotted a small restaurant down the block and decided to have lunch before going home.
Sliding into a booth, she ordered a hamburger and thought about how suddenly a person's life could change. The events of the past weeks in the Skeffington house seemed unreal.
"Aren't you Laura Seldon?" a voice asked.
She turned and saw a man of about her own age, conservatively dressed in a dark-blue suit and a striped tie, standing and smiling down at her.
"Charlie Davis," he said. "We were in high school together. Do you mind if I sit down?"
Laura didn't mind at all. She welcomed his company. She hardly remembered him, but he seemed like a decent guy. Before long they were laughing and telling stories about their school days.
"I always thought you were one of the sexiest girls in the class," Charlie said.
Laura raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"And you haven't changed much."
He's on the make, she thought. She wondered what he'd be like. She soon learned he was divorced and lived alone.
During the next hour she found it difficult to remain aware of what was happening. It seemed that one minute she was sitting in a restaurant booth talking to Charlie Davis and the next minute she was sitting on his sofa with her legs raised up and wrapped around his neck.
Looking down, she could see no more than the top of his head. His mouth and face were buried in her cunt. He had a cute little bald spot. She ran her fingers through his hair and tickled his ears.
"You're slowing down," she said. "Lick my clit."
She wriggled her hips from side to side on his face. Charlie mouthed and sucked and probed all over her cunt. Laura wondered how he could breathe. He looked half suffocated, enveloped by her flesh.
"More on my clit," she said. "Higher up!"
Charlie immediately obeyed. She liked that. She found it exciting to make him do what she wanted.
"That's good!" she said.
She pulled his head in closer, tightening the grip of her thighs, wondering if he liked the smell of her cunt.
"Faster!" she said. "Move your tongue as fast as you can!"
She felt his tongue probing at the hard bud of her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to, keep from crying out in sheer ecstasy. She moaned at the feel of his velvet tongue caressing her juicy dripping cunt. It was maddening. Her hips bucked. She clutched at the sofa cushion and rolled her head from side to side.
His tongue danced faster. He knew something about sucking, Charlie Davis did!
Moaning, her body heaving, she pulled her knees back and raised her crotch, pushing his head down so that she had his head on her cunt hole and asshole.
"Get your tongue in there!" she hissed. "Suck it all out!"
The more she commanded him, the more he seemed to like it. He slithered his tongue into her cunt hole. The sensation was delicious. Her legs pulled back, her hands hooked behind her knees, she began rocking her crotch, fucking his face and tongue. A fiery heat engulfed her. Charlie seemed completely buried in the hot wet flesh of her gaping cunt.
Suddenly, with a blinding rush, no longer conscious of her surroundings, she started coming, moaning and grunting as her body was wracked by violent spasms.
Charlie licked and sucked at the warm juicy squeezed out by the contractions of her dripping cunt.
He continued sucking until the last spasm, until she rolled over on her side on the sofa.
Laura felt drained, completely and utterly drained. She lay like a limp doll. She lay still for a long time, savoring the delicious aftereffect, surging through her.
Finally she opened her eyes and sat up. Charlie was still on the rug at her feet. He had his cock out and he was slowly jerking off. She met his eyes and smiled.
"Do it," she said. "I'll watch you come."
His face flushed, he seemed in the midst of a spell, unable to avoid doing whatever she asked. He pumped his cock more vigorously and in moments she was smiling at the sight of his spurting white gism covering his hand and clothes.
She went home.
When the taxi pulled up at the apartment house she saw Clyde's car out in front. Clyde and Julie had not gone to Mexico after all, or maybe they'd already returned.
She found them sunning themselves out on the balcony of the apartment. The two young lovers sat up and stared at Laura with wide eyes.
"Oh Jesus!" Clyde said.
After a long minute of silence, Laura finally spoke: "I think we understand each other," she said. "Get into the apartment."
Meekly, whispering to each other, Clyde and Julie walked inside.
Laura had Julie stripped first.
Once again she gazed at the girl's firm young tits, at the small pink nipples now already standing erect. Her eyes traveled down to the triangle of blonde curls at Julie's crotch, to the thick blonde curls barely concealing the high slit. She wanted to run her hands over Julie's body, to feel the wetness of the girl's cunt, but she decided to wait.
Turning to Clyde, Laura slipped a hand down over his belly to squeeze the bulge of his cock. Then she patted his cheek.
"Take it out," she said. "Play with it and get it nice and hard."
Blushing, Clyde unzipped his pants and scooped out his cock. He closed an uncertain fist around the shaft and began to slowly masturbate.
Laura smiled. She looked down at his cock. "Stop a moment," she said. Extending her hand, she squeezed the slit and pinched out a drop of fluid, picked it up with a fingertip and spread it over the swollen knob.
"A cock always looks better when it's a little wet," she said. She winked at Julie. The girl smiled uncertainly. Laura laughed and chucked the blonde's chin with a finger.
"Kneel on the sofa, honey," Laura said. "I think Clyde's going to do something nice to you."
She arranged the girl on the sofa with her head and shoulders over the back and her ass up in the air. Then Laura sat down beside Julie, ran her hands affectionately over the girl's ass cheeks, and beckoned to Clyde.
"I want your tongue in her ass," Laura said. "All of it. On the inside, not just the outside. You've never done that to Julie, have you?"
"No," Clyde said.
"Well, then it's time to learn."
Arranging himself on his knees, Clyde moved his face between the cheeks of Julie's ass and pressed his tongue to her asshole.
Her eyes sparkling, Laura watched the pink wet muscle of Clyde's tongue squirm into the girl's tiny opening.
"All the way in," Laura said. "Don't be bashful."
Julie began moaning. The sensation of Clyde's wet tongue drilling into her asshole was too much.
Laura slid a hand under the girl's belly and squeezed the fat lips of the blonde's pussy. She found Julie's clit with a fingertip and slowly moved it back and forth. When Julie moaned again, Laura chuckled and pulled her hand away.
"Not yet," she said. "There's no rush, is there?"
Moving off the sofa, Laura slipped around behind Clyde and ran her hands over his ass. Sliding a hand down, she palmed his hairy balls and ran her fingernails over the root of his cock. She circled her thumb over the rim of his asshole, testing the tightness of the sphincter. She diddled the grommet and at the same time twisted her hand to caress his bulging balls. His hand was still pumping his cock and she could feel his balls tightening in preparation for his ejaculation.
Her eyes glittering, Laura slowly pushed her thumb into Clyde's asshole.
He grunted and started coming, the white gism spurting out of his cock and onto the rug.
A moment later, Julie cried out and moaned and collapsed on her side on the sofa.
Laura smiled. She let them recover and went off to the kitchen to fix herself a drink.
They had an early dinner. Laura had Julie do the dishes and then she decided she'd take a hot bath.
Relaxing in the tub, Laura called Clyde.
He was dressed again. She glanced at the front of his tight jeans. She could see the bulge of his cock.
"Come here," she said.
When he approached the side of the tub she extended a hand to touch the outline of his cock. She could feel it lengthening. She found the head, rubbed her fingertips over it, and moved her fingers along the shaft. The tight jeans clearly outlined the hard muscle, the rampant cock twitching its demand for freedom.
"Drop your pants," she said.
She watched him open the zipper and slide his jeans down to his ankles. Extending a hand to his crotch, she scooped up his cock and balls. Then she leaned back to enjoy the view, pushing soapsuds over her body and idly pulling at one of her nipples.
The fat bulbous head of his cock had a deep reddish-purple color, the shaft was thick and heavily veined, and the weight of the large balls stretched the wrinkled hairy sac. The sight of Clyde with his cock and balls hanging out like that was exciting.
Reaching out again, she curled her fingers under his balls, feeling the weight of them. She decided she liked men with large balls loose in the sac and hanging down heavily below the cock.
Making a circle with thmb and forefinger, she closed it around the sac high up where it attached to the base of his cock. Squeezing the circle, she tugged his balls away from his body. Leaning forward to touch the tip of her tongue to the warm skin.
Clyde squirmed and pushed his pelvis toward her mouth. Smiling, Laura dropped her hand and pushed him away.
"Wait for me in my bedroom," she said. "And Julie, too."
Coming out of her bath, Laura admired herself in the mirror. Her body was still good. Her tits hardly sagged and her ass had the polished firmness of a young girl's. Exercise and a good diet took care of that. She pulled at her nipples until they stiffened. Amused at herself, she finished drying her body, slipped on her mules, and pranced out of the bathroom.
Clyde and Julie were waiting.
When Laura walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but her high-heeled mules, Clyde felt his cock twitch. He liked her best that way. She had a meaty ass and gorgeous legs. He liked the way the high heels stretched the calves of her legs and the way her ass cheeks wobbled when she walked.
Laura sat down in a small arm chair and draped one leg to the side. Her thighs open, her cunt exposed, she smiled at Clyde. Without waiting for an invitation, he knelt down at her feet and gazed at the pink and red of her pussy.
"You seem distracted," Laura said. "Don't you like my pussy anymore? Take out your cock, honey. Don't be bashful."
Unzipping his fly, Clyde pulled out his cock. He was half hard. He knew what she wanted. Closing his fist around the shaft, he started pumping. The head swelled and his cock stiffened.
"Mmmmmmm," Laura said. "That's nice. Keep doing it slowly like that. Julie can help, can't she? Put a finger in his ass, honey. He adores it."
Clyde felt Julie come up behind him, press herself against his back, search out his ass cheeks, and drill a finger into his asshole.
He closed his eyes and grunted.
Opening his fist, he held his cock with just two fingers down at the base. The slit was now dripping juice. When he shifted his eyes, he saw that Laura was holding her cunt open with her fingers.
"Come and do me," she said. "Eat my pussy."
In a moment her legs were draped over his shoulders and her thighs were pressing against his ears. She held his face in a vise of smooth warm flesh. Then she released him, slipped her legs down to his arms, and opened herself wide.
"Suck it!" she hissed. "Get your tongue in there and ream me out!"
Opening her thick cunt lips with her fingers, she showed him the red interior shining with her juice.
Clyde stared at the raw meat, at the cunt slick with her syrup, at the cunt hole brimming with it, at the pinkish-red clitoris twitching impatiently. Seeing it up close like this drove him wild. With a grunting sound in his throat, he lowered his head to the feast.
At the first contact, Laura shivered and closed her eyes. She concentrated on an image of Clyde's lips and tongue and mouth.
She wondered what Clyde really thought of her. At the moment he certainly didn't hate her. He was going at her cunt with unusual gusto, like a pig at a trough. The men all sucked like that. They devoured you. Next time she would make Clyde suck her from behind. She would kneel with her ass up in the air and he would go at her from the rear with his nose in her cunt and his tongue flicking her clit.
Supporting her elbows on the arms of the chair, she began grinding her pelvis against his face.
"That's good!" she said. "Suck it, honey! Just keep sucking!"
He was masturbating. Laura could see his hand moving slowly on his cock.
She raised her eyes to her high-heeled mules hanging from her feet over his back, the pink skin of her soles, the silly pink pompons on the toes of the slippers.
Her ass was wet from all the cunt juice and saliva dripping down to the seat of the chair. She giggled inwardly at a sudden idea: the sign of a good cunt-lapper was the need for a towel under your ass!
She loved having a hungry tongue between the fat lips of her cunt. No matter if the tongue belonged to a man or a woman. There was a difference, of course; the men were piggish and the women were dainty. She remember Marylou Skeffington. It seemed like a thousand years ago.
Clyde snorted and nuzzled his nose into her steaming hot cunt hole. She loved the feel of it. She pressed against the back of his head to get every last bit of his nose into the hole.
It's crazy, she thought. She'd been a modest, demure thirty-year-old on her way to becoming and old maid. Now she had her eighteen-year-old nephew fucking her with his nose! Did he really like her cunt juice flowing over his face? She didn't care. In the future he was going to get barrels of it.
"Deeper!" she hissed. "Come on, Clyde! Get your nose in there!"
She wondered what Julie's finger was doing in his asshole. Hissing and moaning as Clyde's nose hit a particularly sensitive spot, she looked down and met Julie's eyes.
Julie smiled at Laura, extended her pink tongue and ran it over he lips.
Yes, Laura thought, she'd have them both at least once a day. She'd have herself sucked and fucked to the point of exhaustion.
