While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society.
-The Editor
FOREWORD
Since the days of the ancient Greeks, when Oedipus seduced his mother, two misconceptions about incest-the carnal knowledge of fathers, uncles, brothers; and nephews with their female relatives-have prevailed: (1) that young and defenseless women are the primary victims of this lecherous attention from their male relatives and (2) that this particular sexual deviation occurs entirely at one level of our society-namely among the lower classes. Both ideas are pure myth.
Aubrey Westen graphically illustrates how the older, frustrated woman from any walk of life will find a safe, though unconventional, outlet for her sexual drives. This outlet may be a conveniently placed young male relative, his friends, or even total strangers, but once the outlet is found, the desire to continue illicit relations becomes compulsive.
Perhaps this is a by-product of the new liberation of the American female, or perhaps we should take the Freudian view and call it the result of "penis envy" or the "castration complex." Perhaps the spreading practice of incest-now more than a fad in our society is a healthy part of the Sexual Revolution. These questions, however, must be answered by science rather than art. The writer has always seemed one jump ahead of the social scientist in recognizing and exposing certain social behavior, but the readers must judge the morality of that behavior themselves.
The novel which follows is a stark, honest, exciting exploration of one of the last forbidden sweets of human sexuality: the desire of an older woman for the son of her own sister!
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Harble could feel the sensitive cones of her ample tits beginning to thicken and tingle. And she knew why.
It was almost two o'clock on this Saturday afternoon, and she knew that within five or ten minutes the phone would ring and she would hear that filthy, boyish voice again ... that husky, adolescent, whispering voice that would say things to her that no male had ever said. Words and phrases such as fuck ... suck ... good pussy ... let me screw you, baby ... blow my hard dick!
But it wasn't the shocking language that was making her blood grow warmer as she anticipated the call, it was her certain knowledge about the identity of the caller.
She knew perfectly well that it was her own nephew, Willy!
Despite Willy's attempt to disguise his fifteen-year-old voice, she had recognized him almost at once when he had made the first call three Saturdays before. She had been shocked and angered beyond belief when she heard his youthful voice rasping out that first erotic message:
"Hey, lady, some guy told me you had a hungry pussy that needs a good hot fuckin'. How's about letting me crawl on your sweet, hairy cunt? I'd like to screw your juicy hole dry..."
She had almost shouted back at Willy on that first Saturday, screamed at him about what a filthy, wicked boy he was to be so ungrateful. After all, hadn't she agreed to take him into her own house for six months while his mother, her own sister, adjusted to the shattering experience of a nasty divorce? And was her reward to be called up in the middle of the afternoon and talked to like a common slut?
She had almost shouted that, but she had not.
Thank God she hadn't!
Waiting now for the phone to ring, she let a small, nervous smile creep up the corners of her mouth. The excitement was almost more than she could bear-the quickening, sexual heat she felt from her loins to her breasts. An excitement that was marbling her nipples, making them point up hard against the thin silk of her dressing robe.
She loved the secret little game she was now playing with Willy-a game he was too dumb to know she had caught on to!
As the clock ticked away up to the magic hour, she shut and locked the door of her bedroom and took off her gown. She was boldly naked now as she walked across the room to the bed. That's where she wanted to take Willy's call-and right in the center of the bed so that she could see her own nude body reflected in the bureau mirror as he talked to her!
She plumped the pillows so that one would be at her back and one under her hips. She wanted her thighs to be lifted high when the call came-high and open, within easy reach of her hand.
When she was settled, with the phone comfortably near on the night table, she stared at herself in the tall, wide mirror.
She liked what she saw.
At thirty-five, she still had her figure-and a good, solid, tempting body it was, too. She had always had the kind of plump, proudly-nippled tits that men stare hungrily at, and although her pelvis was too wide to suit her it always seemed to attract the admiring glances of every male she passed. She had even seen Joe, the old custodian at the library where she worker, sneaking a lecherous peek at her hips and legs when he thought she wasn't looking.
"It's because I'm an old maid," she breathed to herself, her smile slacking a bit. "They all think that I've never had a sexual experience with a man-and they all think how much fun it would be to teach me a thing or two."
She opened her legs wider so that she could see the dark, inviting snatch of pubic hair reflected in the mirror. Even from that distance she could see the deep, coral slit of her cunt, and the way the nap of curling hair seemed to thin just where the folds of her pussy pouted outward.
She was still admiring her quickly moistening twat when the raw jangle of the phone made her pulse jump.
Willy was calling!
She restrained herself from grabbing up the phone at once. Instead she let it ring three times before lightly picking up the receiver with her left hand while her right hand slid slowly down between her legs.
"Hello...? "
"Hi, baby-it's me again."
He was muffling his voice with a silly handkerchief, she thought, but he wasn't fooling her in the least.
"I've told you not to call me anymore," she said, putting just enough snap in her voice to make it sound convincing.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to a guy who wants to fuck you, honey. My big prick is stiff right now just thinking about how soft and hot your pussy would he."
"You are a sick young man."
"Not too sick to fuck you for an hour or two without stopping. I'll bet I could make you cum so good I'd have to call the cops to get my cock pulled out of you."
"You are a filthy ... obscene..."
Her voice trailed off as the fingers of her right hand touched the hair-rimmed lips of her cunt. Already her pussy was slick and throbbing, the folds pooching out as if to receive the whole length of a large, hard penis.
"I'm really horny today, baby," the youthful voice grated huskily into her ear. "I'm so horny I'd like to lick on your juicy cunt-meat until you couldn't do anything but shoot your hot wad down my throat. You'd like that ... there's nothing like it ... my long, wet tongue wriggling nice and slow in and out of your itchy pussy while I'm playing with both of your big tits..."
She had two of her fingers deep into her cunt now, imitating what he was saying he would do with his tongue!
". . . yeah, honey, you'd love the way I eat pussy! I can get my tongue all the way up to your fucking womb ... sucking and lapping that old twat of yours until your goddam ears would point! And those horny tits of yours, have you ever had those big babies worked on by a hot mouth? Jesus, there's nothing I like better than chewing on a couple of wet, horny nipples and making 'em stick out about three times their regular size ... I'd like to milk that stuff out of your tits with my tongue ... would you like for me to suck on your boobs for you, baby?"
"Stop," she whispered, weakly. "Please stop this."
But he didn't stop. He continued with an endless recital of the lewd pleasures he could give her if she would let him.
"I can fuck longer and better than any stud in town ... I'll bet you've never felt a prick as big and long as mine ... I've got nine inches of rocky cock just dying to saw its way up your slit, doll! Would you like that? Would you like to feel my big peter pumping in and out, in and out, in and-"
"Stop it, I said!"
"Fucking is the name of the game, sweetheart. I want to put my dick into your hot snatch right up to the balls, and while I'm screwing you good and making you cum real nice and hot, I wanta stick my finger up your ass-hole and give you a damned double-fuck!"
Her own fingers were racing now in the wet muck of her smoking cunt. She was getting very close to an orgasm as Willy's devilish young voice whispered the most outrageous but exciting suggestions in her ear. She could even hear the soft, slurping noise that her pussy was making as her fingers burrowed in and out of the dewy crease. She only wished she had her other hand free so that she could touch the tips of her boiling tits, to roil and rub those plump nipples so that the itch would go away!
"Hey, you still listening to me?" Willy's voice demanded, then continued without bothering for her answer. "You know what I'd like for you to be doing to me right now? I wish I had you here so you could suck on my prick. Yeah, now that's the kind of fun I really dig. I groove on a hot mouth like yours going down on my stud cock. I'll bet you've got a tongue like a fuckin' anteater. Bet you can lick a stiff dick all day and all night. Man, that would be real great to watch you hunch down on your elbows between my legs and make a meal out of my horny peter. I can just see that long, pink tongue of yours hanging out of your shit-grinning mouth. Yeah, you'd lick nice and slow up one side of my cock and then down the other side. But I tell you what I really like. I like a good head job. You know, getting the tip of your tongue right under the head of my prick and teasing it back and forth until I'm so goddamned hot I wanta fuck a brick wall!"
On and on his voice droned, building the lascivious fantasy pictures of self-pleasure while her body grew numb with lust.
She couldn't take her ear away from the receiver. All she could do was listen while her fingers greedily masturbated her bewitched cunt.
Her clitoris was fully aroused now. It had grown from the little bud it always was in normal repose to a jutting fang of passion. She had felt it pushing up through the meaty folds of her pussy like a tiny prick-and she would have given the world if that lustful mouth at the other end of the phone were there to suck it for her!
"Someday I'll teach you to eat cock, baby," the voice drawled, "even if I have to tie you down and fuck you in the mouth-which ain't a bad idea, come to think of it. I bet you'd even like that, eh? Would you like for me to tie your legs up in the air and ball your wrinkled old cunt with my fist?"
He was getting deliberately sadistic, as if trying to humiliate her, degrade her, disgust her.
But nothing he was saying now could take anything away from the sizzling joy that her fingers were giving her spreading pussy. With a need that blurred her senses and stripped away the last particle of her modesty, she was madly fucking herself with her hand ... building and building toward that most delicious moment of all.
"And then there are my pals," the voice whispered, hoarsely. "I'll have to introduce you to my buddies when I'm finished with you. You ever been fucked by six guys, lady? You ever had one hard prick after another up your greasy hole for about four hours straight? I'll bet you'd groove like a mink on a good gang-bang. Just imagine how much fun it would be to get it hard and fast for that long ... to have two guys sucking on your hot tits, a guy fucking you in the cunt, a guy screwing you in the ass, and another guy feeding your mouth about nine big inches-all at the same time!"
She couldn't help herself. She could imagine it!
And with that salacious picture of herself being used like a whore by six horny young males, she began to squirm to the peak of a powerful orgasm.
She emitted a low, lusty moan of pleasure, and the voice at the other end caught the sound.
"Hey, baby, are you jacking off? Hell, yes, you are! I'll bet you've been finger-fucking yourself ever since I started talking! So why don't we cum together? I've been beating my big meat right along with you-and I sure wish you were here to take my load ... to suck it off for me ... fuck me ... suck ... fuck!"
She could barely hear his voice now, the way he was suddenly panting and grunting as he probably stroked his unseen penis in time with her flying fingers.
She couldn't hear because she was brimming over with that rare ecstasy of a total orgasm. She even let the receiver fall heavily across her ballooned tits as she lifted her burning thighs upward and dug her fingers downward, madly massaging her gushing pussy to force as much pleasure as possible through her loins.
With a guttural cry of joy she felt her hot juices spewing over her knuckles and running down over the matted hair circling her cunt. She kept stabbing at her surrendering twat until the rapture was roaring right up to the coned tips of her swollen breasts.
She grunted and gasped for air as her love-swollen cuntal lips sucked one final time at her withdrawing fingers. Her tight hand came away gently from her satisfied pussy, her fingertips dripping with the warm liquids that, had boiled up from the very core of her sexuality.
She lay in a dull coma of contentment for a few moments, then picked up the phone again and held it to her ear.
There was nothing now but a dial tone.
Only then did it occur to her what she had done-what she had allowed Willy to find out about her.
He had discovered that she was masturbating while he talked, that she was actually enjoying what he was doing!
"God," she muttered, thickly, "that was the last thing I wanted him to know!"
She was understandably disgusted with herself, and when she swung her legs off the bed she didn't dare look at herself in the bureau mirror. She didn't want to see her wet and swollen tits like thumbs!
She even wondered if she would be able to face her nephew when he came home later that afternoon!
But later, as she sat in her steaming bath and washed the heated, carnal odors from her body, she couldn't keep back a sly grin at what must have been the expression on Willy's young face as he realized his Aunt Mary was getting her own kicks while he was getting his!
"Serves the little devil right," she whispered to herself. "And why should I be ashamed to face him. He was the one doing all the filthy talking!"
Then, really for the first time, she began to think about all those things he had said. He had gone much farther today. He had said things that would have shocked the ears off of any decent female.
And that made her smile again.
When she was finished with her bath, she dressed carefully, making sure that she wore a blouse that buttoned all the way up to her neck and a skirt that was black and forbidding. And then she went down to the kitchen to prepare dinner for herself and Willy.
She didn't want him to suspect that she knew it was he making those calls, and she knew that she could be just as deceptive as he was.
He had his game, and she had hers!
The roast was just simmering to perfection when she heard the front door open. Despite herself, she felt a guilty little twitch of nervousness as she heard Willy coming down the hall. But she didn't intend to let him bully her into thinking she needed to hide anything.
She walked out into the living room just in time to see him going by.
"The roast is almost done, Willy," she called, brightly.
He whirled and blushed as he looked at her, and she saw him hide something behind his back.
"Oh, hi, Aunt Marry-I'll just be a second. I gotta go to my room first."
He disappeared quickly from sight.
She turned, smiling snidely to herself. She had seen that raw blush of embarrassment on his face, and it pleased her to see that he had some decency left in him. As for what he was trying to hide from her, she'd find out about that soon enough. It was probably a comic book, she told herself, since Willy knew only too well her views on proper reading material. She was always after him to read the classics, and his nose was usually buried in either a comic book or a cheap paperback of fiction.
She was back in the kitchen stirring the gravy when he finally came into view again. He had changed his shirt and combed his hair
-and nobody in the world would have guessed, she mused, that only an hour before such a clean-cut, handsome boy had been saying such filthy things over a telephone. "Where did you go this afternoon, Willy?" she asked, glancing at him to see if the blush would come rushing back. But he merely shrugged his shoulders and picked out an olive from the salad dish. "Me and some of the guys went over to the snooker
"Some of the guys and I," she corrected him. "And do you think that playing snooker expands your brain power?"
He didn't answer but merely leaned against the door jamb slowly chewing the olive.
She had an uncomfortable feeling that he was watching her now. She could almost feel his eyes traveling down her back to her hips and legs. She turned abruptly toward him, but he was gazing innocently up at the ceiling.
Willy wasn't really what one would call a sturdy, well-built boy, she realized again as she took in his full figure. In fact, he was somewhat slight, as if he needed fattening up. But it couldn't be denied that he was handsome with his carelessly boyish mouth, his deep blue eyes, and his tawny blonde hair.
It made her wonder if even at fifteen he didn't have many girls in his class flirting with him, trying to witch a smile or a wink from those cunning young lips and twinkling eyes.
"Are you going to do your homework tonight?" she asked.
He frowned. "Gee, Aunt Mary, I was hoping you'd let me go to the movies with the guys. I mean, Saturday night and all."
"What kind of movie is it?"
"Not one of those X-rated ones," he grinned.
It annoyed her to find herself faintly blushing at the way he said that-and the way he grinned.
"I don't suppose I mind," she said, finally, "as long as you behave yourself like a gentleman."
The truth of the matter was, she coi?' 'n't wait for him to leave the house so that she could see what he had sneaked in to hide in his room.
After dinner he helped her with the dishes, and then he was off. She even gave him an extra dollar so that he could treat his friends to Cokes.
She waited at least ten minutes after he had left-to make sure that he wouldn't come barging back-and then she walked very quietly down the hall to his room.
She knew that she had made a tacit agreement with her young nephew that she would never go into his room without permission. But she felt justified in doing anything she pleased with him at this point. All she had to do was to tell his mother what a naughty boy he had been-or threaten to do so-and he would never dare argue about what rights he did or did not have in her house.
It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for in his room.
But it wasn't a comic book.
The magazine she found hidden deep under his jeans and underwear in his bureau was a well-thumbed, smudged example of the most outrageous pornography imaginable. Even though she had never actually seen such a magazine, she knew all about them from her reading-and from the brochures they had at the library to give to parents so as to warn them about illicit smut that might come to them in the mail.
It was one of those trashy magazines from Denmark, this one boldly entitled SCREW MEAT!
And the pictures in it, many of them full, close-up color, showed all manner of sexual intercourse-males and females fucking and sucking like animals.
But the magazine only told her what she already knew.
That sex was the one and only thing on Willy's fifteen-year-old mind!
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning-Sunday morning-Miss Harble woke to a light tapping of rain on her bedroom window.
She was annoyed when she thought that she might have left the windows open in one of the rooms downstairs, so she quickly rose and pulled on her gown over her sedate pajamas. With her slippered feet barely making a sound over the carpet stair, she descended to the ground floor and started down the hall to the guest bedroom just beyond Willy's own room.
But she never got beyond Willy's door.
Even over the lady-like tapping of the raindrops she could hear another sound-a sound that was far more interesting, and far more provocative.
She could hear the springs of Willy's bed creaking with a monotonous and telltale rhythm.
She remembered the filthy magazine-and knew exactly what the horny little scamp was up to!
As luck would have it-priceless luck for her!-Willy had not bothered to completely shut his bedroom door. It was ajar just a few inches, just enough that she could easily slide her eye up to the crack and peek in.
Which was exactly what she did!
The rainy gloom of the early morning made it a bit difficult for her to see anything at first, but gradually the shapes in the room began to make sense. As she dragged her eyes quickly to Willy's bed, she already felt a stirring in the soft, hair-lined cuntal folds of her pussy. She knew she was about to see something she had unconsciously longed to see for weeks now-her nephew's naked young body and his penis!
She was hardly disappointed, either!
Willy was sprawled quite nude in the middle of his bed. He had the pornographic magazine spread open on his chest, and he was idly turning the pages-savoring them like the dirty young man he was-while with his other hand he methodically jacked his violently stiffened young prick up and down.
Miss Harble almost gasped when her eyes fastened on the thing sticking up like a small club between his hairless legs. It looked shockingly long and large around for a mere boy of fifteen, and the head of it-as pink and spongy looking as a big apricot-caused a salacious thrill to circle wantonly through her loins.
Willy had said over the phone that he had a big one, she thought, and he certainly had not been lying!
She watched, greedily hypnotized by the sight of his totally naked body, as he performed that most universal of all male adolescent acts. But somehow all the textbook phrases to describe masturbation had not prepared her for the raw carnality of actually seeing it done!
She let her eyes cavort with delicious leisure between his thighs and his face. One was almost as exciting as the other. She enjoyed studying the stout column of youthful meat that seemed to rise up like a lusty totem from his fist, and quiver and throb each time he moved his fingers. But she also was getting a wicked pleasure from watching the expression on Willy's handsome, boyish face. With each freshly revealed fuck picture in the magazine, his eyes seemed to light up like a young stallion's, and the curling, sly grin on his half-parted lips drove her warming pulse higher.
Even when thinking about it later she would never be sure just what compelled her to do the thing she next did. But she was content to think it might have been because she was so sure of the control she had over Willy. After all, it was her house and her business what he did in her house.
Whatever the reasons, the next thing she knew she was boldly pushing open the door of her nephew's room and striding up to his bed.
He couldn't have been more wildly surprised and frustrated if his own mom had caught him in the act of jacking off on main street at high noon!
He gave a deep, husky gasp and jerked his hand immediately away from his stone-hard penis!
"A-Aunt Mary!"
She ignored his gasping complaint and came right to the edge of the bed. She could easily have reached out and curled her fingers around his solidly aroused prick-which despite his shameful blushing was still sticking up from between his legs like a horseshoe stake!
"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" she said, keeping her voice flat and emotionless and her expression neutral.
He twisted to one side and she got a teasing, exciting glimpse of his white, firm buttocks and the dark crease of his boyish anus. He was pulling his left leg up in an attempt to hide his lewdly stiffened cock-but the result was only to give her an even better view of his ass and a thrilling glimpse of his well-formed, if hairless, balls. And again she was pleasantly surprised to see how developed the little devil was. He actually had large balls, smooth and brown and obviously swollen from all the jacking-of the past few minutes.
"What are you trying to hide?" she snapped.
He thought she was talking about his prick, and his face blushed a fresh crimson. As if from nervous response he swung his left leg down again and his stubbornly gorged young penis throbbed once again toward the ceiling.
"I mean what are you trying to hide behind your back," she demanded.
"N-nothing," he lied.
She let a small, cold grin invade the corners of her mouth as she held out her hand. "Let me see what you have."
For a few painful seconds he hesitated, and she could see that he would rather have been slapped than give up the filthy magazine. It was bad enough that she had caught him buck-naked with his hand around his tool!
"Do I-uh-have to show it to you?" he stammered.
"Yes."
His hand trembled as he held the offending collection of dirty pictures over to her. As if she had not already devoured all of them the evening before!
She flipped through the magazine slowly, pausing here and there. Finally she came to the one she remembered best. It was a close-up photo in color of an older female boldly astride the body of a younger man. He had both of his hands on the cheeks of her ass and she was slightly lifted so that the viewer had not only an excellent picture of her wet, stretched pussy but an equally thrilling glimpse of the young male's oversized cock drilled more than half way up her slit.
With her own blood beating like a frightened tom-tom in her veins, Miss Harble turned the picture around for Willy to see.
"Do you like this one?" she breathed, softly.
For a moment he looked stricken, his blue eyes very large and almost innocent. "I-I'm...."
"Do you, Willy? Do you like it?"
"I g-guess so."
"Why do you like it?"
His youthful lips trembled apart, but he was speechless. Nevertheless she saw a strong throb of lusty interest go through his cock. The hellish, beautiful rod between his legs was now so hard that it seemed to turn back a bit toward his stomach.
"I-I'm sorry, Aunt Mary," he wheezed. "If you'll just leave, I'll get dressed."
"You haven't told me why you like this particular picture, Willy."
She saw something of his fear drain out of his face, as if her deliberate badgering was making him slightly angry.
"I like it because she's on top, I guess."
"Do you find the idea of the female in the dominant position so much more exciting?"
At first he didn't quite understand the phrase she used, but when it dawned on his coltish-brain that she meant did he like the idea of a girl fucking a boy his mouth jerked open in lusty grin. "I bet it would damn sure be fun," he admitted, huskily.
"More fun than what you were doing with your hand?"
His grin held, twitching and uncertain. "Yes, ma'am."
She knew that the right moment had come. The moment from which she could not pull back-even if she had wanted to. It had been a certainty since she entered the bedroom, she told herself, that she and Willy were going to fuck. Come hell or high water, her itchy and throbbing cunt had seemed to tell her, you are going to have that uncommonly large, stout young prick put to better use than masturbation!
She took a deep breath. "Would you like for me to fuck you, Willy?"
The air was electric with the wanton invitation. The only sound in the room was the steady, sensual tap-tap of the rain on the bedroom window.
"Jesus," Willy groaned, finally, his voice low and hoarse.
He didn't move. He merely lay there, his eyes sparkling, his nude body inviting, his prick sticking up in iron-like hardness.
She unbuttoned the top of her dressing gown and let it drop to the floor. She could feel the nipples of her tits hardening so quickly that they pushed like thumbs against the soft material of her pajamas. But that was a minor stimulation compared to snapping lustiness going on deep inside her pussy. Already her vaginal lips were moist and hot, the folds thickening and bloating outward, the evil bud of her clitoris growing into a dark, wet muscle of lust.
Willy still did not move. He lay sprawled in the middle of his bed with his hands down at his sides, his eyes glazing with that molten need that every adolescent male experiences when he has been offered hot pussy. But what was really going on behind those frisky blue eyes of his she could only guess!
When the tops and bottom of her pajamas fell to the floor she heard a husky gasp come from Willy's lips, and it amused her to see how his eyes were darting from her tits to her cunt, drinking in with naive amazement the naked body of a mature woman.
She came to the bed and crawled half-way up toward him. The springs of the bed complained cheerfully as she positioned herself so that by leaning only a few inches forward she could do anything she wanted with his pubescent, vital boy-body.
His prick was standing up hard now, the erectile muscle so gorged with blood that both his balls were pulled upward at the root. And she found something almost maddeningly exciting about his smooth and hairless chest with the twin, ruddy nipples as pointed with passion as tackheads. Even the tuft of soft, dark pubic hair at the base of his strapping, fifteen-year-old cock drove a throb of pumping lust through her pussy.
"You really want to fuck me?" he whispered, hopefully.
She grinned at him slackly, making his cheeks flush all over again with a combination of mounting need and teenaged shyness.
But there was no need to talk.
There was no need to do anything but crawl her burning left leg deftly over his slender waist and put his horny young prick to work!
Mounting such a beautiful, naked boy made her numb with a feeling of wickedness. But she couldn't have stopped if every screaming mother in the world had suddenly crowded into the room. And even as she reached down between her legs to guide the smooth, bursting head of his penis into the gaping, dripping mouth of her cunt, she dreaded the moment when it would be over.
She secretly wished that she could fuck him for weeks!
When the tip of his tool touched the fanged, hairy wetness of her hungry slit he let out a low growl of lusty joy-and his cock throbbed so violently that she had to use all the force of her fingers to hold it in place.
Quickly, like an experienced whore, she sank her loins down on his love-swollen prick and buried every inch of it right to the lips of her cunt. It filled her deliciously, and to each of his boldly stiffened throbs she responded with an almost girlish twitch of her vaginal muscles!
She settled a bit lower on him until she could feel the firm, round smoothness of his balls resting naughtily at the crack of her ass.
His body was hot and hard beneath her, and he was already panting like the healthy-young animal he was.
From where his head was sunk low in the pillow, he grinned and stared up at her, looking barely past the two pronged tips of her swollen tits. "Fuck me, Aunt Mary," he begged, whetting her appetite for him to the boiling point. "Make it feel good for both of us!"
She began a slow, lascivious action with her hips. She moved neither fast nor slow. She knew that if she gave way to the sprouting fire inside her pliant cunt, she'd pump his darling prick into a fast orgasm. And that was exactly what she didn't want to do.
She wanted their first fuck to last for a long time.
She wanted to tease his invigorated young cock into staying very hard and very hot, keeping it a stiff poker to amuse her pussy until she was sated.
But even the smallest movements of her ripe loins worked like a spreading aphrodisiac on his adolescent lust. She could feel the head of his rampant penis growing large and firm as she gently teased the walls of her cunt against it and all along the buggering column of meat.
"Fuck me faster!" he hissed. "I wanta cum hot stuff up your pussy!"
It was the first time he had been so crude with her, but instead of insulting her, his words drove hard spikes of joy through her body. Hearing the word pussy and fuck coming from his boyish lips opened some deeper well-springs of lust inside of her that she had never before in her life tapped
He sensed her excitement and grinned widely, letting the tip of his tongue slide out of the corner of his cunning mouth.
"Yeah," he whispered, reaching up to fondle her slowly bobbing tits. "Fuck the hell out of me, honey!"
Again and again his words made the nether lips of her pussy nip and squeeze the root of his stout tool, and the more sensitized she became down there the stiffer his young prick seemed to grow.
His hands were all over her pooching tits now. He squeezed and toyed with them like an expert, first cupping them in the palm of his hand then milking them outward until the enlarged nipples rode like huge coral plums between his fingers.
Once or twice he even gave her firm breasts a gentle slap just to watch them jiggle and flop, but he always came back to work on the hardened nipples that were already mad to be sucked.
She was moving a bit faster, riding on his cock with each downward thrust a little harder and deeper-as if trying to see if his sizable rod could actually go up to her womb. She knew that if the swollen head of his cute prick touched her cervix, she'd cum all over his warm balls like a wildcat!
Now the rain at the window was lost in the larger, sweeter sounds of the bedsprings. They creaked in a demented and monotonous fashion as her knees burrowed deeper into the mattress and as her pistoning movements drew both their accelerating lusts into one molten pool of pleasure.
"Ride me, screw me!" he husked, his nostrils distending as one throb after another went from the root of his. penis to the head of it. "Fuck my goddam balls off!! "
She did seem to be trying to do exactly that!
For the next few long, delicious minutes neither of them said a word. Her wetly-haired pussy seemed to be sucking and eating every inch of his steely prick, and the maddening slup-slurp noises coming from between her thighs only heightened their hotly honed lusts.
Suddenly, both of his hands seized her tits roughly, his thumbs pushing against her nipples until a faint trickle of liquid oozed from the tips.
He was coming!
She wanted to stop fucking him. She wanted to hold that exquisite joy that his gorged cock was giving her more mature pussy, but a salacious madness had taken over her body and, instead of slowing down her pumping movements, she increased them with greed that made her nephew's sperm boil out of his balls like lava!
"AAAAHHHH--! ! ! " he groaned, thrusting his lean young hips upward with the savage need to fuck back. "F-f-f-fuucckkk ME!"
They seemed to be in mid-air for a few breathless seconds, her cunt driving up and down as his stout prick funneled in and out of her slit like a maniac's.
And then with a final wild throb of pleasure his overheated sperm came rocketing from his balls and spurted copiously, deeply into her constricting cunt.
In a sudden windfall of lust, she felt her own spasms begin. The sharpness, the completeness of her orgasm almost made her faint with joy. She threw back her head and opened her mouth wide, slathering her tongue lewdly forward as one violent discharge of juices after another mingled with the thicker outpourings of his teenaged loins.
They both seemed to come for a long time, each spewing throb stronger than the one before it!
She hadn't dreamed that he would be able to ejaculate such a large amount of hot sperm, and that alone had been enough to trigger her own insatiable pleasure!
Even when she was completely finished and had slumped forward with her pussy a quivering, surrendering circle of flesh, his boyish vigor held out. His prick remained swollen and hard in the wet fist of her cunt-as if begging for another wanton ride of incestuous fun.
"Let's fuck again," he whispered, his boyish voice a rasp of urgency against her ear. "This time let me on top."
Despite her exhaustion, she felt a ripple of lusty interest go through her.
Had she discovered a fifteen-year-old sex machine ?
"You must be tired," she purred, leaning up on her elbows so that her face was only inches away from his. "After all, that was quite a performance."
"Shit," he grinned, his eyes sparkling like a naughty Huck Finn, "I'll betcha I could screw a hot pussy all night."
She was amazed-and gratified-that he had completely lost his modesty. And although it disturbed her a wee bit that she herself was not nearly shocked enough at what she had just done, and the words both of them had just used, it did not disturb her enough to prevent a slow tightening of her cuntal muscles. The gentle but firm constriction of her cunt around his still brawny young dick brought it quickly to a full-sized hard-on.
"My," she hummed, breathily, "you are an excitable little monkey, aren't you?"
He grinned for her again, and she felt his marvelous cock throb a few times against the clutching, grainy walls of her cunt.
"Lemme fuck you this time," he pleaded. "I'll bet I can make you cum like a goddam mare in heat!"
His raw, lewd language was turning her on all over again. Her pussy-crammed now with his fully aroused penis-and her tits, still wet and slippery from the milky fluids he had forced out with his fingers both gave proof of her stimulated nature.
She kissed him quickly on the mouth-and he turned the intentionally fleeting peck into a real kiss. He pulled her head down and twisted her lips sideways against his own. He forced his tongue hard against her teeth until she opened up, and then he ran the whole of his tongue deep into her throat. He French-sucked for a few moments, making her blood churn heatedly. And when she finally pulled her bruised lips away, they separated from his with a wet, slurping plop.
"You didn't tell me over the phone how well you kissed," she teased, placing the tip of one finger on his cute nose and depressing it playfully.
He looked blank. "What phone?" he said.
"All those phone calls on Saturday afternoons. All those dirty things you said you wanted to do to-"
She stopped dead, the flesh crawling slightly at the edge of her scalp.
"Willy, it was you, wasn't it?"
Even his eyes told her he wasn't lying when he said, "Jesus, Aunt Mary-do you think I'd have the guts to make dirty calls to you? Maybe to some of the sluttier girls in my class at school, but Christamighty, not to you!"
She frowned worriedly for only a second or two, and then she let a throaty chuckle escape from her breast. "Lord, I'm glad I didn't know that when I came in here awhile ago. I never would have had the nerve!"
He got the joke, too, and smiled. At the same time one of his sneaky hands found one of her willing tits-and he squeezed her hardy nipple until it began to bloat pink and hot between his fingers.
"I'm damn sure glad you didn't know either," he breathed. "Boy think of what I'd have missed!"
"You can include me in on that," she slurred. His fingers kept roiling her tit, making it itch madly.
"Does that mean you're gonna let me fuck you?" he begged.
She grinned. "What do you think, you beautiful little stud!"
Again he gave her a wide, lusty grin-but this time his hands slipped away from her pointing tits and moved over her flushed and naked buttocks. He urged her to roll over and she accomplished that in one smooth movement, so smooth that he came rolling over on top of her with his strapping young prick still buried to the nuts in her hot snatch.
A sudden rakish thrill went all through her when she felt him atop her. It made her wild to get fucked again, and she knew from the stony hardness of his horny, insatiable prick that she was in for one hell of a beautiful screw!
As for Willy, he was feeling his masculine oats right to the root of his cock. The expert way he forced her thighs wider open and made her lift her hips against his pelvis left her wondering just how many times he had fucked older women before!
He began to pump her plump-lipped pussy with a vigor that immediately left her helpless to both their growing lusts.
Five minutes later her cunt was brimming with the fury of the most delicious orgasm yet-flowing, streaming, juicing his slapping balls!
And only after she was panting with the satisfaction of such adolescent whore-fucking did he drive his rigid cock right up to the mouth of her womb and empty his nuts in a half-dozen solid spurts!
CHAPTER THREE
She slept well that night-better than she had in years.
Since Monday was her day off from the library, she didn't even bother to set the alarm. Instead, she slept well into the morning and by the time she finally did arise Willy had been gone for hours.
She lay in bed for another half-hour, a secret smile pulling up the corners of her mouth as she thought once again of what they had done the day before-and the night before!
They had spent at least four or five hours fucking!
Her smile changed now into a ragged grin as one deep throb after another went through her worked-over pussy. She could almost feel Willy's long but boyish prick still inside of her, filling her so beautifully, pumping up her endless lust!
What a prize she had in her nephew!
The longer she lay in bed thinking about sex with Willy, the more uncomfortable she grew. She wanted him again right then. And now she wished she had told him to skip school, because the kind of education she want wanted to give his exciting young body was something he would never get in a lifetime of sitting in a dull classroom.
And then she thought of that other matter, the filthy telephone calls-calls that Willy denied he had made.
She found that most troubling, but most interesting.
If it wasn't Willy who had been calling her and rasping all those delicious, naughty suggestions into her ear, then who?
Had she somewhere caught the attention of a teenaged boy? Perhaps in the supermarket? The library? Walking the several blocks home from the bus stop?
The idea fascinated her, but already the excitement of looking forward to getting another obscene call seemed to melt away in the much more stimulating fact that she had somebody now to turn those fantasies into reality.
She had a good-looking, fifteen-year-old stud living right in the house with her-and one perfectly willing and capable of fucking her as many times as she wanted him to!
But he wasn't there right now, and thinking about it was making her tender cunt itch!
She got out of bed and took a hot shower, thrusting her firm, recently sucked nipples up to the teasing spray of water. By the time she had toweled her body dry she felt that she might be able to get through the day until Willy came home from school.
As it turned out, she only got through the morning!
At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon she found herself dialing the number of Willy's school and asking if she might speak to her nephew.
She waited for him to come to the phone with her blood pounding in her veins. "Hello."
"Willy?"
"Hi, Aunt Mary-anything wrong?"
He sounded very young and innocent to her over the phone, just as he always had. It almost amused her to remember what a bold little devil he had been in bed with her, taking her body like a grown man, grunting and gasping with passion each time he emptied his horny sperm deep inside of her.
"Can you talk freely, Willy?"
"Uh-yeah, I guess so."
"Have you been thinking about me all morning?"
She waited while he went through an embarrassed pause. "Sure, Aunt Mary."
He sounded a little annoyed, too, but she didn't care. There was that powerful ache between her legs that wouldn't allow her to stop what she had to say.
"I want you to skip your classes this afternoon, Willy. Come on home."
"Gee, I dunno ... I'm not doing too hot in English as it is."
"Tell your teacher that your aunt is not feeling well, and that she wants you to run some errands for her."
"You know old Mrs. Thompson, Aunt Mary. She's a real bitch when it comes to-"
"You tell Mrs. Thompson to call me if there are any questions."
There was another stubborn pause, then: "Actually, Aunt Mary, I promised this girl, Peggy, that I'd have a Coke with her after school."
Miss Harble felt a dark twinge of jealousy go through her. "Peggy who?" she demanded, firmly.
"Uh-Peggy Sue Williams. You know, I told you about her one time."
"I don't remember a thing about your having a girlfriend."
"She's not exactly that, but..." His voice trailed off, and Miss Harble took immediate advantage of his uncertainty.
"Never mind about Peggy Williams today, Willy. I insist that you come home. You can see your silly girlfriends tomorrow."
"Christ, Aunt Mary, I-"
"No more arguments, Willy. I'll expect you to be here in an hour."
Before he could say anything else, she snapped down the receiver.
She stood for a few moments by the phone, her lips pressed together, eyes narrowed, hands clenched.
"I won't have him wasting himself on some idiotic little tramp," she whispered, thickly. "I won't have it!"
Just the thought of Willy's naked young body servicing some purring, grinning young female made her angrier than she had been in some time. But she knew exactly how to deal with that problem.
She would keep Willy so satisfied from now on that he wouldn't have the energy to think about girls!
He was home within the hour, and when he arrived she was very ready for him. She had on nothing but a thin, pink peignoir which she usually kept buried in the bottom of her bureau. It was a garment she had bought on impulse a few months ago but had never dared wear. It was practically a see-through gown, one of those Holiywoodish things that teased the eyes by revealing the shape of the breasts and nipples and allowing even the dark thatch of pubic hair to be detected.
It was a perfect gown to arouse the lusty interest of an adolescent male!
She met Willy at the door.
Even before she spoke to him, she drank in the sexiness of him. He had worn his favorite pair of tight wheat jeans today, the ones with the patches on the buttocks that were a fad with teenagers. The patch on his left buttock was an imitation of a road sign that read RESUME SPEED. And the one on his right buttock was a grinning mouth with a long red tongue slathered out and the words FINGER LICKIN' GOOD circling it.
She closed the door behind him and locked it. When she turned back to him she let the gown fall carelessly open-expecting his eyes to pop at the sight of her almost nude body.
But Willy didn't seem interested.
"Peggy was damned mad at me," he said, gruffly.
Again she felt that sharp spike of jealousy. "Can't you say two words without thinking about her," she snapped.
He only grunted, and turned away.
"Willy!"
He paused and hooked his thumbs cutely into his back pockets of the jeans before turning back to her. He had a bored expression on his face.
"I want you to fuck me," she said, quietly but firmly.
The corners of his mouth drew down. "Jesus, Aunt Mary," he muttered, "I knew that was what you wanted-but I'm tired today. I'm not a sex machine, you know."
She smiled acidly. "Are you sure you weren't planning to have sex with Peggy this afternoon."
He looked confused, but shook his head. "Are you kidding? She wouldn't let me touch her. She's a nice girl."
Miss Harble felt a wicked little twinge of need ripple through her cunt. "And I'm your dirty old-maid aunt, I suppose?"
He blushed. "Naw, I didn't mean that, but...."
"Have you ever eaten a soft, hot pussy, Willy?"
She watched his blush deepen into scarlet, but the sudden glitter in his blue eyes told her that she was getting someplace at last.
"Answer me, Willy. Have you ever had the chance to stick your tongue between a girl's legs and do anything you wanted to?"
"No-no, ma'am."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Yeah, I guess. Sure, lots of times."
"I want you to eat me, Willy. If you don't want to fuck me with that lovely big prick of yours, then I want you to fuck my pussy with your tongue."
A boy can take only so much of that kind of talk!
She watched with growing pleasure as the front of his tight jeans began to bulge. She could see, perfectly outlined, the already familiar size and shape of his cock. She took only a step or two forward, and then she snaked her right hand down to his crotch and rubbed his quickly budding hard-on with the tips of her fingers.
"Let's go up to my bedroom," she whispered, raggedly. "I want to see if you can make me cum with your mouth!"
He was beyond complaining now. His prick was stiff in his jeans, and she knew that if she unbuttoned his fly his delightful penis would come out as horizontal and rigid as a bar of iron.
For her own selfish reasons, she even added one last evil touch to his mounting need for sex.
"You can think about your Peggy while you eat me," she purred. "You can close your eyes and pretend you're lapping away at her hot little cunt!"
It took only seconds for them to reach her bedroom, and it pleased her that Willy didn't hesitate at all before he began to take off his clothes. She knew that his stiff silence meant only that he was fully aroused-that her teasing words and gentle manipulation of his prick had already turned him into the savage, fuck-crazed little animal she wanted him to be.
She stripped quickly out of the flimsy peignoir and sat down on the edge of the bed, legs apart, the whiskered thatch of her pussy invitingly exposed.
She watched Willy strip down to his socks, letting her eyes come always lazily back to stout erection between his legs.
"Take off everything," she cooed, smiling at him.
He grinned and tore off his socks. Then he came toward her with his eyes riveted to the hair-lined folds of her cunt.
He dropped quickly to his knees at the edge of the bed and pushed her willing legs wider apart. She could feel the coral lips of her itching twat spreading apart, burning for the pleasurable touch of his youthful tongue.
But instead of immediately beginning to eat her, he proved once again that despite his lack of experience in such things he was a born little satyr. He moved his face deep into the V of her thighs, until his pursed lips were only an inch away from the deeply slitted trench of her cunt, and then he very gently began to blow on the tufted hair of her sex.
At first she was disappointed not to feel the funneling thickness of his tongue. She had already imagined how much fun it would be to experience the firm, spongy wetness of his mad little tongue snaking lewdly between the pliant lips of her cunt-teasing, licking, sucking at her. But the blowing was nice. Very nice.
It grew quite goddam nice before he finished !
"Ummmm, Willy," she managed, finally, "I "like that. I really do like that!"
He knew she liked it. He could smell the oily hotness of her horny slit, and he was close enough to her pussy to see every change. Despite his basic ignorance about female sexual organs, he was bright enough to know that the vagina was made up of thick, fleshy outer lips with hair, and that there was smaller, inner lips which swell and protrude when the female is aroused. It is the inner lips which can hold the gorged stiffness of even the largest and longest of pricks, hold such cocks like a soapy fist, nipping and squeezing and loving the length of them until the hot sperm has to come boiling out of the balls in tribute.
Willy knew that much, and now he was learning more.
As he gently blew his hot breath on the spreading cleft of her cunt, he watched her clit thicken and rise, pushing like the tip of a baby's thumb up through the folds of meaty flesh. He knew what a clit was, knew that it was like the penis of the male-and that you could bring a woman to a quick, strong climax by either rubbing it between your fingers or sucking on it with your mouth.
But he didn't want to bring his Aunt Mary to a climax while it was so much fun keeping her hot and bothered like this.
He wanted to punish her a little bit for spoiling his afternoon with Peggy Williams-even if he had lied a little to his aunt about her. Peggy wasn't the nice girl he had said she was, although she sure as hell was one of the best looking cunts in school. The truth was, she would fuck anything with a big dick-and he had been writing her notes for two weeks in his study period asking her if she would let him fuck her. And today was to have been the day-until his aunt spoiled everything.
So now he fully intended to make her pay for it by driving her out of her whoring old brain, then eating and fucking her pussy like a hard-assed marine!
Miss Harble knew nothing of what her nephew was thinking. All she knew was that his constant, lewd blowing warm breath on her sensitized pussy was making her very hot. She squirmed and twisted, moving her open thighs this way and that. But he was holding her very firmly with his strong young hands, and even when she moved her twitching snatch away from his lips, he followed and continued blowing with that soft, maddening hotness that was more stimulating than the cock of a stallion could have been.
"Darling--! " she rasped, closing her eyes against the deep flush of pleasure that seemed to be turning her body into a sheet of flame. "Use your tongue now! Eat me, please! EAT ME!"
But he didn't. Not quite yet. He kept holding her splayed loins apart with both his hands, blowing on her pussy, watching the wet, purple clit vibrating with lust, secretly grinning at the way the inner lips of her cunt had already turned from a bright red to a deep wine color-moist and sweaty from glandular excitement.
But he was only human, too. And even before he had knelt between her mature thighs his prick had been stiff. Now it was not merely stiff, it was hard as bone-so outrageously rigid that a few licks of a strange tongue would have brought his sperm rocketing from his balls.
And because he was so hot, because her cunt was smelling so deliciously funky and horny, and because he had never in his life eaten a ripe pussy, he suddenly rolled his tongue out of his panting young mouth and thrust his face deep between her legs!
"Oh, God! Chhhrristtt!!!"
The sudden attack on the center of her throbbing slit came as a surprise to her. But a marvelous surprise!
She bucked her loins up at him, then gasped aloud as she felt his lascivious young tongue go into her to the roots. She almost screamed as he wriggled and sawed his tongue from one side to the other, tasting the grainy walls of her pussy like a hungry calf licking salt.
He pulled his tongue quickly out of her clasping cunt, but just as quickly stabbed it back in again. He repeated this so many times that she reeled in drunken lust, curling her toes and lifting her legs up over his shoulders. He seemed to enjoy making her hot. He burrowed his whole face between her legs until only his forehead was visible, and then with an almost demented concentration of energy he started a powerful fucking of her surrendering slit with his tongue.
She felt the nipples of her tits swell quickly into coned nubs of passion, and she touched them lightly with the tips of her own fingers-increasing her joy, making it hum like a hot electric wire from the center of her cunt to the peaks of her breasts.
She passed from one heady zenith of pleasure to another, each more powerful than the last. Her juices built quickly to the spilling point. She felt one ragged spasm after another wing through her pussy until the real one came, and then with a grunt of raw lust she wrapped both her legs around Willy's bobbing head and spewed her hotness against his tongue.
She came so hard and completely that she heard him choke, slurping his wicked young tongue to get all of her offering, but without a pause he was at her again-eating her dripping, sluttish hole all over again!
For the second building orgasm she relaxed. This time she intended to remain as passive as a lazy cat, letting Willy do all the work, forcing him to saw that depraved young tongue of his in and out of her snatch until it was raw. She wanted to hook him on pussy-eating', to make an addict of cunt juice, to brainwash him into thinking that no sleep would ever come for him until he had eaten her trench at least once a day!
To that end she pushed her relaxed but cloying slit snugly against his mouth, enjoying the way the matted coil of hair around her cuntal lips made a moustache and beard for his boyish face.
Willy seemed to warm to her desire to be eaten twice. Instead of tiring in his novel role as a tongue-stud for her, he started to work on her with a lechery that would have done credit to a perverted male twice his age.
For the next five minutes the room was filled with the sound of his husky young tongue slurping and lapping her stretched and greedy pussy. But it took much longer than that to draw the hidden honey from the depths of her womb-honey that Willy seemed hungry to savor again.
He worked between her legs like a young sow, slobbering over the puffed folds of her cunt, licking and tonguing deep one second and nuzzling almost gently along the rim of her hole the next.
The combination of techniques drove her mad with pleasure!
"Suck me, you cute little bastard!" she husked, barely recognizing her own voice in the guttural rasp of her breath. "Eat me to death! EAT IT! EAT IT GOOD!! ! "
But Willy now had other ideas. He had played the role of sex slave long enough, and now he wanted to satisfy his own boiling lust.
He pushed her clinging legs roughly away from his shoulders and came up from his kneeling position, crouching like an athlete above her thighs. She had only one fleeting glimpse of his furiously distended prick before he shoved it solidly up her heated cunt. He rode the whole of his cock inside of her, shoving it so deep that his balls pressed flatly against her ass-hole. Then, before she could absorb the full new pleasure of his attack, he began to fuck her with all the abandon of his adolescent nature.
She loved it.
She lay back on the bed and stuck her legs straight out, holding them wide for him, letting him screw her as savagely as he pleased.
With a cunt already teased to the breaking point by his massaging tongue, she found an almost heavenly satisfaction in now getting the real thing. She even fucked back at him, meeting thrust for thrust, pumping her hips upward to meet his shameless ramming.
Quickly, like the coiled hissing of a snake, she felt another orgasm powering up from her bowels!
She jerked her flushed face from one side of the bed to the other, her hair spilling damply over her forehead, her eyes glazing and her tongue slathering wetly out of her mouth as his strapping young prick ramrodded one gushering of juices after another from her cunt!
"AAHHHhhhhh!"
She gurgled and whined as the ecstasy of getting fucked while she spasmed took control of her body.
The swollen pink muffin of her cunt only oiled his cock into a better working tool.
He fell half over her, supporting himself by his arms, his lean young buttocks pumping like mad-balling her sassy slit raw!
"Take it, you greedy old cunt!" he hissed. "Groove your fucking ass off on my big dick!"
She could only grunt and grin, letting out one long-drawn sigh after another as his sturdy rod continued the endless rounds of champion thrusts.
She wondered in her blazing brain if ever again she would be fucked quite this well!
But she also knew in the sly and carnal corners of her mind that Willy would always be able to make her cum like this-in an endless variety of ways!
That was the glory of fifteen-year-old boys!
It was like being fucked into a sweet coma by a robot of lust!
She even began to crave the way his firm balls were whipping her ass!
But even robots have a limit, and after a few more moments of brutal injections of his rigid meat into her hole he gasped like an exhausted Olympic swimmer and bolted a half-dozen spurts of white-hot sperm into her body.
She almost purred as she worked her loins against his ... milking him ... milking that delicious teenaged passion from his nuts ... her randy old cunt sucking at his hard cock like a blind mouth!
CHAPTER FOUR
Even Joe, the aging custodian at the library, noticed a change in Miss Harble when she came in for work the following day.
Joe grinned at her, a twinkle in his eye-as if as much to say he knew what she'd been up to. But the last smile, she knew, was on her side of the matter. No matter what the silly old man might think were logical reasons for the warm glow in her cheeks, he couldn't possibly know that she had spent most of yesterday afternoon fucking and being fucked by her nephew!
That was her delicious little secret!
With a fresh rose pinned to her ample, gently swollen bosom, she spent the morning in the library working in the stacks. She hummed as she worked, and at regular intervals a cunning little grin would pull at the corners of her mouth. She could hardly contain her happiness at the new world that had been opened up for her and Willy. She knew she had been right in her stratagem of making him come home from school yesterday-despite his perverse reluctance-and what he had said to her at the end of their sexual marathon only proved it.
"Jesus, Aunt Mary," he had husked at her, his youthful body near exhaustion from the lewd ravishment of her willing body, "I didn't know screwing an older woman could be so damn good!"
She had loved him for saying that, and for adding as his lips hovered like a little hungry bee over the distended nub of one of her wet nipples, "And eating your pussy really turned me on. I wanta do that some more-a lot more."
Now, standing in the quiet library stacks, she felt a raw throb of need spreading through her loins. She wished that Willy were there right then, with his head under her dress and his tongue funneling warmly up into the sucking hole of her cunt. She knew that only a few minutes of such lubricous eating of her hole would make her cum with maddening pleasure.
But for now she would have to wait-wait for the slow clock to tick the hours away until she was off from work and Willy was home from school.
The day did indeed prove to be slow, the morning dragging sluggishly into the afternoon when she was assigned to the main checkout desk. It was a job she had done for years in the afternoons, but today a new element was added. And that was her sudden compulsive awareness of all the teenaged boys in the library, especially the ones who came up to ask her a question or to check out books.
She had always noticed such boys, she reasoned, but never with the experience behind her that she had enjoyed with Willy.
After all, the whole world was filled with pubescent males just like Willy-all with firm young bodies, all with the same vigorous ability to satisfy mature and horny females like herself, and all with their minds constantly bordering on the erotic.
There were one or two boys in the library that she picked out as particularly exciting objects of her secretive, harmless sexual fantasies.
One was a tall boy with curling blonde hair just like Willy's, She found her eyes wandering constantly up from the card file on her desk to casually follow every movement of the boy. She decided that he couldn't have been a day over sixteen, a handsome and well groomed young man in striped slacks and those thick-heeled shoes that young males seemed to affect these days.
She took every chance she had to check his crotch, shamelessly hoping to see something there-a bulge, the shape of his penis, the smallest indication that he might have sex on his mind.
But he seemed more like an angel than a satyr.
Between keeping a greedy eye on the cute young thing and checking out books, she let her mind leap like a scarlet fountain into the world of her imagination. She saw herself nude once again, lying with her legs apart and her nipples hard while the strange blonde boy knelt between her thighs and licked slowly but devotedly on the sleek, pouting lips of her cunt. And then she imagined herself being fucked by him while Willy stood close by, ready to take over when he was through.
She had never been so stimulated by just thinking of sex, but the debauched possibility of being serviced by two hotly aroused teenaged boys was making her clitoris swell and throb!
She was sorry to see the blonde lad finally leave the library. He had not once looked her way, and he had not bothered to check out a single book. He had seemed bored, and she was sorry that she didn't have the extrasensory powers that some people claimed to have-the ability to communicate one's thoughts and needs into the mind of another.
She wondered what that blonde little sex-machine would have done if he could have known a thirty-five-year old woman was lusting after a good fuck with him!
But the second object of her sluttish thoughts proved to be a bit more co-operative.
She was checking out a book for a plain little girl in horn rims when she happened to notice a muscular, seventeen-year-old boy sitting at one of the reading tables about twenty feet away. The boy was staring at the legs of the girl at the same time he was pretending to read a book. And he was also slyly rubbing his prick under the table!
Miss Harble felt a sharp excitement in her breast, but she continued to go about her business without letting either the girl or the boy know that she was a witness to this adolescent game. The girl herself didn't seem to be aware that she was the object of a teenaged voyeur-dumb little tramp that she was!-and Miss Harble was thus able to enjoy the boy's horny condition without sharing it with another female.
When the girl had left, she kept glancing periodically at the boy until he finally looked her way. And then she smiled at him. Just one of those quick, friendly grins.
She saw the boy hesitate, then grin back with one of those uncertain, jerky little expressions any young male might deliver when he is caught being naughty.
And this one was being very naughty. The deliberate rubbing of his crotch while thinking of the stupid girl had made him get one of those enormous, stubborn hard-ons that are both the curse and the blessing of boys his age. And she could see it very plainly, pushing up against the cloth covering his leg. A large, long, healthy cock that easily could fuck its way through a troop of Girl Scouts any day or night of the week!
Just the sight of that sheathed, brawny young prick made her vaginal lips swell against the tight nylon front of her panties.
The boy looked at her again, smiled again.
She smiled once more at him, then let her eyes drop back to her work. Her hands were trembling and her mind was going in fifty directions at once.
He knew she knew he had a hard-on-and that his slack grin was all but saying, Hey, lady, you want me to fuck you with this big rod?
He remained at the reading table for a very long time, but she didn't have the nerve to look at him again.
She wasn't ready for this, despite the fact that her cunt was hot and moist. She couldn't allow herself to flirt with boys every time a cute one came into the library! No matter how much fun it might be!
She was even less prepared to deal with the situation when the same boy suddenly appeared in front of her with a book in his hand. The book was Love Story.
"I hear this is a pretty good book," he said, and she was almost stunned to hear how deep and husky his voice sounded.
She managed one or two polite looks at him-and was rewarded once more with a knowing grin. But she didn't speak. She merely quickly filled out his card, trying not even to note that his name was Pete Foster.
She had already noted, however, that he was a combination of that muscular and youthfully lean look most seventeen-year-old boys have. His eyes were a dark, bedroom brown, to match the thick, longish hair coming nearly to his shoulders. His grin was both sexy and bewitching.
"Say," the boy breathed, low enough so that nobody else could possibly have heard, "that's a pretty rose you have on."
She glanced at him to thank him, and saw his eyes were looking less at the rose than at the fullness of her breasts and the pronounced humps of her nipples.
"Thank you," she managed, irritated with herself for feeling so flustered-yet vaguely pleased with his effrontery.
"See ya tomorrow," he said, giving her one final grin and turning from the desk just slowly enough to allow her to steal one final quick glimpse of his crotch in profile. Again she was rewarded by the promising bulge down there-only half-hard now, but as shamelessly in evidence as the prick of a street Arab!
After that experience, she didn't allow herself to cruise the library crowd anymore. She was already unnerved enough to need an aspirin-and besides, there was always Willy waiting at home to take the edge off her frustration.
But she couldn't forget what Pete Foster had said and the tone of his young voice: see ya tomorrow.
It was almost as exciting as a proposition!
When the end of the day did come, she went straight home. She wanted to be there before Willy so that she could bathe and perfume herself-so that she could be ready for him to please her for an hour or so before dinner.
But she wasn't the first one home. In fact, Willy met her at the door-wearing only a T-shirt, cutoffs, and a sly grin.
"I've got a surprise for you," he said.
She half-expected to see his girlfriend pop out of the living room, but the surprise was far more inventive-and pleasing to her-than that.
She learned about the surprise when he led her down the hall to his bedroom, and pointed proudly to a projector and screen carefully set up and arranged so that they could see the screen best from the bed.
"What on earth--? " she whispered.
"A fuck movie, Aunt Mary. You seemed to groove on that sex magazine so much the other day, I thought you might go wild over this."
She stared dumbly at her nephew, but before she could utter another word, he was rattling on like a professional.
"I borrowed it from one of the guys. Don't worry, this friend of mine owns it-and he keeps it out in the country in a kind of clubhouse some of the guys rent. It's two-hundred feet of super-eight stuff, made in Denmark or some damn place. I haven't seen this one myself, but if it's like the others I've seen-"
"Willy," she gasped, finally, "did you tell your friends about--? "
"Aw, hell no, Aunt Mary. You think I'm dumb? I just told Jack I wanted to run it for a cousin of mine who was visiting. I thought it would be a real wild trip to sort of play around while we watch it. Know what I mean?"
It took her a few seconds to absorb the shock, but once she realized how clever and imaginative it had been of Willy to even think of such a thing, she warmed to the idea.
"I've never in my life seen one of those-ah-shit."
"Fuck flicks?" Willy grinned.
She smiled hesitantly back at him, feeling at last the boldness growing in her that would certainly lead once again to sex.
"What's the name of this movie, Willy?"
His grin held. "Take off your clothes, and I'll not only tell you but show you."
He got the film ready as she quickly removed every garment she was wearing. When she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra she could already feel the hardening nipples of her tits pushing like duckbills' against the centers of the cups. The bra sprang forward upon release, and her rosily coned breasts perked upward.
She thought once or twice of the boy in the library-that muscular Pete Foster-and wondered what he was doing right now, wondered if perhaps he wasn't locked at this minute in his own bedroom, playing with that beautiful big prick of his while thinking lustful thoughts about her!
When she was naked, she settled on Willy's bed and watched him thread the film. It didn't take him long, and the second he flickked the switch he began to tear out of his skimpy T-shirt and cutoffs. When he caught her watching him get nude, he smiled and jerked a thumb toward the movie screen.
"Hey, watch the action up there. This one is called DIRTY DEN MOTHER!"
She tore her eyes away his bulging shorts and glanced at the screen. The first thing she saw sent icy thrills of pleasure up her bare spine. A completely naked female, about her own age, was lying on a sofa eating bonbons. For a few seconds the camera circled her, coming in for close-ups of her tits and pussy, showing even the hairs quite clearly that grew on the puffed ridges of her vagina. Her tits were big things, the nipples large and dark and probably touched up a bit with rouge to show up better on the color film.
Suddenly, a door opened behind her and three teenaged boys entered-all wearing Boy Scout uniforms. All of the boys were very handsome, and one of them couldn't have been a day over fourteen!
"Watch this," Willy whispered, settled now on the bed beside her and one of his hands moving between her easily parting thighs. "Jack told me all three of these lucky dudes get to screw her goddam cunt."
She gasped softly as Willy's hand covered her own pussy and rubbed its furry surface, forcing one finger slowly between the meaty folds like a firm little cock.
She continued to watch the movie while Willy gently fingered her, twiddling the moist hotness of her heating slit like an expert.
The boys in the movie were wasting no time, either. One of them was already sucking on the big tits of the woman on the sofa-while the other two were thrashing out of their uniforms. The older of the two scouts got undressed first, and Miss Harble moaned softly when she saw the size of his devilish young prick. It was huge-seemingly much too large for his lean, hairless body. He looked like a sixteen-year-old boy with the penis of a grown man!
"Christ, what a pecker he's got," Willy breathed, admiringly. "I'd sure like to ball you with something like that!"
She didn't bother to tell Willy that she was quite satisfied with the six-inch tool he had himself. She knew he was in no doubt of how well he could make her lusty pussy foam!
The Boy Scout in question stroked his manly rod a few times and it stood out from his body as hard as stone. Then he went quickly to the waiting female on the sofa and mounted her, ramming his glorious hard-on deep into her succulent cunt with one shove.
The camera followed the action in great detail, nosing in behind the bare buttocks of the. young champion stud to show that he really had his prick into that hairy mouth to the balls. Then the camera lingered a few delicious seconds while the boy began to fuck her, showing the way the large penis oiled in and out of her clinging hole, glistening wetly already with her aroused juices.
Then the camera showed the fourteen-year-old scout. He was naked, too, and although his cock was somewhat small in comparison to his friend, he had excitingly large balls-and his prick was violently stiff.
While one scout fucked her and another sucked hungrily on her swelling tits, the youngest came around to the edge of the sofa and stuck his stout peter right up. to her lips.
Willy's finger began to go wild in his aunt's pussy now, fingering her deeply and lewdly. "Wow, look at that sonofabitch," he husked, softly, "he's gonna get a good blowjob! Man, look at that-I"
She was looking, and what she was seeing was making her cunt throb wantonly around Willy's exploring finger. The woman on the sofa had turned her head to the youthful prick leveled at her, and she was shamelessly licking on it, using the flat of her tongue to lap under the head of the boy's cock.
Not to miss a thing, the camera came in for a merciless, stimulating close-up of the blow-job. The whole screen seemed suddenly filled with the woman's wet mouth and lips working on the powerfully erected, fourteen-year-old prick. She kissed, licked, lapped and finally greedily sucked on the hard column of meat-and kept sucking until the bloating out of her cheeks told the viewer that the wicked little imp she was blowing had filled her mouth with cum!
"Jesus," Willy groaned, pulling at his aunt's legs. "This is getting me so fucking hot, I've gotta get my rocks off, too!"
She was more than ready to let him screw her, and when he quickly positioned himself between her arched and lifted thighs she grasped his lovely, hard prick with one hand and guided it selfishly between the pouting lips of her cunt.
They had fucked so many times by now that Willy was dead to any modesty. He knew she liked to be treated like a whore, talked to like a whore, and best of all fucked like a whore!
Leaning over her flushed body with both hands buried deep into the mattress on either side of her torso, he began to pump his horny cock in and out of her pussy like a maniac. As he panted, his blonde hair fell over his forehead and his mouth opened in a blind, animal lust of concentrated fucking.
She lay with both arms spread contentedly out, moving her rakish thighs in slow counterpoint to his forceful thrusts. His prick seemed bigger than ever today-longer and stiffer and more demanding of her pliant slit. And she knew his arousal could only have come from the filthy movie-and it excited her to think what a depraved and lascivious mind he had!
While Willy screwed her she was still able to watch the pornographic movie, and it proved a double thrill to feed on the real passion of the teenaged boy pumping madly away inside her cunt while watching the images on the screen performing the most perverted things possible.
The female in the movie was now being fucked by two of the scouts-or rather, she was in the male position above one, balling him out of his mind, while another was hi .he doggie position behind her raised buttock, brutally cornholing her stretched anus so hard that his balls were slapping between her legs.
But it was what the youngest scout was doing that sent the deepest, most ragged shock of lust through Miss Harble's brain. He was crouched at the head of the sofa, obscenely offering his own white, firm buttocks to the nose and lips of the female.
Miss Harble watched in numb fascination as the woman in the movie smelled and licked the proffered ass of the young boy. She saw the snaking pink tongue move in and out of the puckered brown hole in front of it, licking and sucking as if the little trench of flesh was filled with warm honey!
The incredibly immoral orgy on the screen did shock her-but more than that, it excited her to a fever pitch of lust!
She crawled both her legs up around Willy's own humping buttocks and locked her ankles together. The action seemed to turn her nephew on more than ever, and with a deep groan of maddened passion he doubled his efforts to fuck her to a standstill.
Her tits were burning, twitching, the nipples pointing up like thumbs.
"Suck me!" she hissed, forcing the heels of her bare feet painfully deep into Willy's pounding butt. "Eat my tits while you fuck me!! ! "
His mouth came slobbering down over first one rigid nipple, then the other. He chewed at her swollen breasts, taking whole mouthfuls of her coned hotness and sucking and biting right out to the ends of her nipples, then pulling away only long enough to lap at her peaked goodies with his rapidly stabbing tongue.
She tried to watch the movie again, but the images were blurred in her lust-controlled mind. Instead, she found her mouth sucking at Willy's neck, her fingers up against his boyish chest and playing with the hardened tips of his own male nipples, her thighs churning, her pussy dripping, her skin goosepimpling with sudden, overwhelming spasms of completed passion.
"UUUUUUNNNNNNNKKKKKK!! ! "
The noises which came out of her throat were barely human. The pleasure was almost too much. She tried to fight the sex-crazy young animal off of her, but Willy was strong as a stallion. He kept fucking her even as her juices spilled hotly from the corners of her crammed cunt and flowed over his balls like scalding water.
"G-G-God, Willy!" she shrieked, leaning up and grasping the rounded cheeks of his pumping ass with both her hands. "I-I can't staaaaaannnd it! I-ah-AH-OHHHhhhhh!! ! "
Her pussy exploded again, this time with a deeper vaginal ecstasy that seemed to pour a torrent of hot nectar over the sawing length of his cock.
And then Willy did something that she blindly remembered having seen in the magazine-something that was more thrilling than feeling his lust being consummated against her womb.
He pulled his wet, stone-hard prick from between the sodden lips of her cunt and deliberately jacked it off over her tits.
She had only one or two erotic seconds to view his fists around the root of his violently erected penis, and then the thick hot spurts of his sperm came shooting out over her stomach and nipples.
A drop or two of his healthy cum even hit her chin, but most of it clung to the tops of her nipples or slathered like smoking lava into her navel.
And then her young god of lust settled back over her legs with a flushed and pleased grin, the swollen, throbbing tool between his legs matched by the evil little glint of triumph in his eyes...
CHAPTER FIVE
The young, muscular boy named Pete Foster was on Miss Harble's mind the entire following day.
All that morning in the stacks she kept glancing up, hoping to see him standing there slyly grinning at her. She didn't quite know what she would have done if he had appeared-but she knew that the idea having him sexually interested in her was very appealing. Wickedly and even dangerously appealing.
But Pete did not show up that morning, nor in the afternoon. His failure to appear caused her to go through a whole series of feelings-from disappointment to concern to anger. And that was the last emotion she was left with, the tiny flame of anger licking almost mockingly between her legs. She felt that the young man had merely been making fun of her with all those grins and compliments. He had probably even laughed at her once he got outside the library!
The thought that she could be the object of ridicule to a boy like that-perhaps even to Willy-sent cold chills down her back.
"I'll never put myself in a position to be dominated by a mere adolescent male," she told herself, sternly. "This little thing Willy and I are having will pass-and someday neither of us will think anything at all about it."
But despite her lofty intentions to be above the need of somebody like Pete Foster, she still found herself glancing up all afternoon from the checkout desk-hungry for the sight of the handsome, well-endowed young man.
And she was more than ready when closing time came. She had a headache and her nerves were tingling like struck piano wires.
She did manage to get home before Willy on this day, and she went immediately to her bedroom, strewing her clothes all over the place like a high school girl. She thought that if she didn't get into the bathtub for a long soak, her headache would split her skull wide open.
She was no more settled deep into the soapy tub than the telephone rang.
"Damn you, just ring," she breathed.
She ignored the dozen or so stubborn rings and took her time about enjoying the sweet luxury of her bath. But when she was finally out of the tub and toweling herself dry, the phone jangled sharply again.
"For God's sake," she sighed. "It must be important."
She slipped into the thin pink peignoir-which had become her favorite garment since she seduced Willy in it-and trailed a lilac scent back to her bedroom. By habit she lay down on the bed and snatched up the phone which was on the little night stand nearby.
"Yes--? "
"Hi, honey-what the hell kept you? You been fucking the iceman down in the kitchen ? "
That muffled teenaged voice again!
"I've asked you not to call here," she began, as she always began, "and you should know that if I informed the police-"
"You ain't gonna inform the police or anybody else, baby. You wanta know why? Cause you dig having a young stud like me talk dirty. You think about boys with big pricks all the time. You were thinking about one yesterday, weren't you?"
"I-I don't know what you mean!"
"Sure you do. Think about it."
She was thinking about it-and the thoughts were terrifying her. She was thinking of that boy named Jack, the one Willy said he had got the pornographic film and projector from. It could be him she was talking to right now!
"I think you had better explain yourself," she managed, keeping as much rigidity to her voice as possible.
She heard him chuckle softly at the other end. "Sure, Miss Harble, I'll explain. I set you up for that little demonstration yesterday in the library. It was my cock you were eyeing like a cat eyeing a canary. I got it hard just to see if you would turn on-and, sweetheart, you turned on like a two-bit whore."
Her blood was pounding. "Is this-Pete Foster?"
"Uh-huh, and I'll bet this is the horny lady with the rose pinned to her hot tit."
"You-you obscene little-bastard!"
"Hey, honey, cut that out. I may be a bastard, but I damn sure ain't little. You saw that for yourself. I've got nine big inches down there-and that's not bad for just being seventeen years old."
He had taken the handkerchief away from his mouth now, and she indeed recognized the husky, almost manly voice that the same Pete Foster had used yesterday. And once again she felt the wildly mixed emotions-irritation and fascination!
"Sorry if you were expecting me in today," Pete was drawling, his voice an arrogant, sexy tone of confidence, "but you see, I've got this other nice lady who's interested in me. Or did you think you were the only lucky sinner on my phone list? Hell, baby, if you only knew half of what goes on in your age bracket, you'd turn green with pure envy. I mean, if you're not getting your horny old twat serviced regularly by some fuck-machine like me, it's your own fault."
"D-don't you dare come back into the library," she sniffed, feeling idiotic for saying exactly the opposite of what she was feeling.
Fortunately, he ignored her.
"Listen, Miss Harble, how about trying me out. I'm willing to go along for one free ride, just to let you get a taste of the product. Tell you what? you arrange it and I'll fuck you. Make it your place or a motel. I'll ball you dizzy for say an hour. You name the number of times you wanta cum, and I'll guarantee you to deliver. If you-don't agree I'm one of the best studs you've ever had pump your pussy, you don't owe me a thing. But if you like it as much as I know you're gonna, we set up a regular little deal. Twenty bucks a fuck."
Despite the shocking, insulting nature of his conversation, she was being helplessly turned on by him. The casual, cynical way in which this teenaged gigolo was trying to entice her into a business deal involving her sexual needs and his stallion qualities was making her cunt twitch and the nipples of her tits point up against the teasing lightness of the peignoir!
"You still there, doll?"
"Y-yes," she whispered, raggedly.
"Lemme tell you about my services. 'Course, I keep everything strictly confidential, but I will tell you about this one lady I've been serving for about four months now. But no names, so don't ask. She's married and all, but her husband is a fat, bald-headed old geezer who is gone a lot of the time. I met her when I went over to do her yard. Mow the lawn, clip hedges and all that shit. But I got her message right off when she wanted me to come in for a Coke. Hell, she was wearing nothing but a few fucking feathers. First thing I knew she was telling me about how her husband didn't satisfy her, how her nerves were killing her, how much she envied any young girl who could have a nice boy like me on the string. I didn't need a college education to understand her. To make a nice long fuck-story short, I went upstairs with her and screwed her hairy, sucking old slit for almost two hours. You dig the scene."
"Yes."
"And, man, you talk about somebody enjoying my prick. She gurgled and mewed like a day-old kitten while I poked it to her. I fucked her until my balls were dripping with hot cunt juice, and even after I got my own rocks off she was begging me for more. Real perverted stuff, too. All I can say is, it's the first time I ever had my ass-hole sucked and my nuts licked by a woman old enough to be my mother."
Her tits were firm as sponge balls now, the-nipples hard and pointing-and the folds of her own pussy were spreading apart, wet and twitching.
"But the money," she heard herself whining.
"Sure, lady. A guy has got to live. I'm still in school, I've got no regular job, but I need some bread to cruise around on. What the hell, isn't having your horny slit worked on for an hour or two by a super stud like me worth twenty bucks? C'mon, let's set up a date. like I said, the first fuck is on me."
She was about to reply to that lewd plea when she glanced up at the door of her bedroom.
Willy was peering in at her, a sly grin on his face.
A stab of guilt went through her, and she gasped quickly into the phone, "I can't talk anymore now."
"Hey, see ya tomorrow!"
She snapped down the receiver just as Willy came sauntering into the room, his eyes taking in her barely covered body with a slow sweep of real interest.
"Was that your dirty playmate?" he asked, casually.
She tried to answer just as casually, but she knew her cheeks were flushed and burning. "I don't know who it is, but I've tried to make him stop."
Willy grinned slackly. "They say the best way to get an obscene phone caller off your back is to always hang up. Maybe you ought to try that-unless you enjoy it more than you pretend."
On the word "pretend" he gave another knowing glance at the way her tits were popping up under the peignoir. But instead of moving to her, or sitting on the edge of the bed so that he could touch her excited nipples, he merely continued to stand a foot or two away-grinning at her in a way she had never noticed before.
"Willy," she said, softly, "I'm glad you're home. Would you like to-uh-join me?"
His strange grin held for a second or two, and then he hooked his thumbs into the back pockets of his jeans. "Why don't you just say it, Aunt Mary. You want me to take off my clothes and fuck you."
"If you must put it so crudely, Willy, I-"
He interrupted her with a sharp little bark of laughter. "Me put it crudely? That's really funny. Who was it who came down to my room and seduced me? Who was it who fucked me in my own bed?"
She waited, not at all liking the new tone in his voice. A tone of teenaged rebellion.
"If you'd rather not continue with our relationship, then I'm sure-"
"You're sure the guy on the phone will be glad to take care of your greedy cunt for you, eh?"
"Don't talk to me like that, Willy."
She had never seen his face look so evil, his grin so lusty and demanding. And then she remembered that it was the very same look he had had on his face last night-when he pulled his prick out of her and shot his sperm insolently over her naked body.
"Don't get me wrong," he said, evenly. "I wouldn't want you to go running to Mom about me jacking off and looking at dirty movies."
She knew better than to say anything at that point. But he seemed to want her to get his meaning completely, and he gave her another smug grin. "And I'm sure you wouldn't want me to go tattle to Mom, either."
She took a deep breath. "Willy, just what on earth do you want from me?"
His boyish face brightened. "Only a couple of things, Aunt Mary. First, I want a good blowjob-just like the one we saw in the flick yesterday. And then I want you to promise that I can bring Peggy Williams over here, and fuck her."
"T-that's impossible!"
"Not really. Hell, you don't have to be here. I'll bring her over in the afternoons while you're working in the library. She knows I live with my aunt, and she won't suspect a thing. But she wants me to ball her, and I want to do it right."
"I don't like the idea."
He grinned again. "Yeah, but you'll go along with it."
"You seem so sure!"
"I am. I'm cock-sure, like they say. You want what I've got, I'm damn sure about that."
Something in the back of her mind kept reminding her that only a month ago she would have slapped Willy's leering, arrogant young face. But that was a month ago. Today was today-and already her cunt seemed to be surrendering with little helpless throbs of anticipation. She did want him to fuck her. She needed that kind of charity from him desperately.
"AH right," she breathed, softly, "you can bring that little tramp over here once-but I don't want to see her. And I don't want to know anything at all about it."-
"Don't worry. I won't tell you how I feel fucking a hot girl my own age. Besides, I've got enough hard cock to take care of both of you."
His words were drumming fists of lust into her loins!
"Then fuck me now, Willy. Please?"
"Sure, Aunt Mary-but only after you've given me what I want."
She remembered and drew back a little against the pillow. "Willy, I've never in my life...."
Her voice trailed off in a hoarse little croak as he brought both his hands around and unzipped his fly. She watched as he pulled his half-hard cock out of his pants. He let it hang temptingly out, just the edge of his balls showing and a bit of tufted pubic hair.
"Suck on me, Aunt Mary."
She was amazed that the idea did not disgust her. Naked, Willy seemed very beautiful and completely innocent. But standing in front of her with only his sturdy young penis exposed-and exposed with the sole purpose of making her suck on him-changed her image of him completely. But the new image was strongly exciting to her. Her blood pulsed with a deeply erotic excitement, in fact. So deep that she felt her tongue swelling faintly in her mouth.
He came closer to the bed, his prick swaggering between his legs-and growing firmer by the second.
"C'mon," he whispered, roughly. "Eat my dick. Take my cum that way once-and I promise I'll fuck you as long as you want!"
It was an offer she couldn't resist.
With her cheeks flushed and her eyes glinting with the lewd novelty of it all, she leaned out on her elbows and brought the edge of her lips right to the blunt and spongy head of Willy's prick. Her nostrils flared slightly as the male odor of his aroused teenaged tool hit her-but it was a smell all females enjoy, a sexual scent that can turn a pussy soft and submitting in an instant.
"Lick it," he husked, urging the slitted tip of his cock right up against her barely parted lips.
Blindly and shamelessly, she rolled her tongue out and ran it over and around the smooth shape of his pink meat.
He groaned softly, and pushed his prick further into her face.
She licked on the bloating nub of his sex until it was glistening from her saliva, and then she began to run the flat of her tongue down the rigid column of hard meat-up one side and down the other. She had to cock her head this way and that, like a hungry bird, to lick each warm inch of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus," he whispered, thickly, "I love that shit! I love the way your tongue feels down there! Just lick on it, baby. Just lick it like a lollipop for a while!"
She raided up and down his boldly stiffened organ once again, lapping here and there, then moving quickly up to use just the tip of her wet tongue on the underside of the prickhead.
Such teasing would have stimulated any male-but doing it to the already horny and excitable body of a fifteen-year-old was like both taking and giving candy to a baby!
Her own body was being turned on by the oral antics. The nipples of her tits were more extended than ever now-plump, firm things mad to be teased and sucked. And her cunt was wet and hot, the lips fat and burning to feel a finger or a tongue or a strapping prick!
"Suck it now!" Willy demanded, huskily. "Eat that mother-fucker until I cum in your mouth!"
She ovaled her lips slowly, lovingly over the whole head of his cock and used her tongue in circular swipes until his prick was throbbing hard against the roof of her mouth. Then she moved down to take the entire column of his penis right to the metal of his zipper. His tool was fully stiff, and it took her a long time to work every inch of it into her throat.
When she had completely engulfed his oversized organ she could feel the head of it almost to her windpipe, and her lips were gently touching his partially exposed balls. The whiskers of pubic hair sticking out of his fly tickled her nose.
Then she came back up-very slowly and very gently-sucking on his honey-bar until her cheeks indented enough to touch the sides of his hard cock. At the top of his penis once again, she tongued and licked the bursting head deliciously, then went down on him again to his balls.
Willy was beyond speaking. The pleasure filling his loins was greater than anything he had ever known. Up to now he had only read about blowjobs, dreamed about them. But to actually have a hot mouth sucking on his bone-hard prick was the nearest to heaven he had ever come!
He began to slowly, gently fuck his Aunt Mary's mouth. He didn't want the pleasure to ever stop-and yet he wanted to intensify it until his balls literally exploded!
As for Miss Harble, she was lost in her own vortex of lust. The phrase that kept running through her head-a phrase from her childhood-was to the effect that you can't break a dog from sucking eggs. She knew now what the phrase meant. Once you taste a forbidden joy like sucking a willing boy's prick, you may never be content again without it!
Without quite knowing it, she moved into a crouching position on the bed so that she could blow him better. Her peignoir had fallen open, and both of her swollen, large tits were hanging out-the nipples full, pink, pointing.
The noises her mouth and lips were making as they fed with selfish greed on Willy's stout young prick were exactly the sounds her pussy made when that same cock was pumping inside of it. The lewd slurping and juicing of hot flesh on hot flesh!
Willy's time was near.
She could tell he was very close to an orgasm by the way his prick was throbbing almost uncontrollably in her mouth and against her throat. But she didn't stop, didn't give him a moment's rest from the continuous pleasure of her tongue.
With a savage grunt of lust, Willy spraddled his legs and began to fuck her. At the same time, he threw back his head and opened his mouth, letting his own wet tongue slide sideways out of his lips. He kept his eyes tightly closed as he concentrated on blindly fucking the sucking mouth between his legs.
And then he started coming.
A salty, hesitant trickle first. Just a tasty droplet of sperm against her tongue-and then the deluge.
The nectar from his healthy balls came bolting up through the hard pipe of his cock and spurted so thickly and abruptly that her cheeks bloated out like some squatting frog's. She strained to swallow all of her deserved sperm, but there was too much of it. The sticky love-juice ran in a thick stream out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
To get the last thrilling charge from his draining nuts, he clapped the back of her head with both his hands and shoved his still-swollen prick as far down her throat as he could.
She gagged happily on still another furious glut of his sperm that went down into her stomach like hot oil.
And then it was over.
For him, but not for her.
He had promised her a good fuck, and she intended to have it!
While he still stood by the bed, swaying in a grinning coma of lusty contentment, she pulled his jeans down to his ankles and forced him to lie back sideways on the bed. Then she knelt again between his legs and started sucking his slowly softening penis all over again.
She worked steadily for a few minutes while he lay without moving, one of his arms thrown over his face.
But boys will be boys-and the persistent, salacious suctioning of her mouth once again brought his excitable young prick up to a full-standing hard-on.
Without actually taking off her peignoir, she climbed aboard his lean, aroused body and buried his new erection up to the hairs in her throbbing pussy.
She began to fuck him with a slow, gluttonous pumping of her loins. She rode his growing stiffness until his cock was filling her cunt to capacity, making the flushed, stretched lips of her pussy tingle with a million itching pleasures.
She licked her sperm-tested lips as she fucked, loving the fishy odor of all the hot ounces she had brazenly milked from Willy's cute balls.
But it was not really Willy she was thinking of as the oval of her heated slit used his regenerated prick to edge her closer and closer to satisfaction.
It was Pete Foster-with his slightly older, more muscular young body.
And with his big cock that certainly seemed destined to find its animal way up her cunt.
And it was exactly that fantasy which was controlling her when Willy felt her gushing twat cover his balls with enough fuck-juice to last a lifetime!
CHAPTER SIX
Most of the following day at the library was an extended, polite version of what hell must be-at least for Miss Harble.
Every second of the whole time she was looking for Pete Foster. The almost mocking see ya tomorrow still rang in her head. He had sounded as if he meant it, and she fully expected him to walk through the library door and come grinning up to her desk. But as the clock hands edged sullenly toward four o'clock, she still had not seen him.
And then she got the telephone call.
One of the library helpers came to the checkout desk and told her that there was a call for her in the supervisor's office. She thought nothing about getting a call, of course, and certainly not one at the library. Willy had often called her there to say he would be late getting home from school.
But this call was not from her nephew-and if she had known that Pete Foster was calling her right in the presence of Miss Amelia Clark, she would never have had the nerve to answer.
Miss Clark, a prim and tight lipped old bitch who had refused to let a copy of Playboy be included in the magazine section of the library, was sitting behind her office desk when Miss Harble entered. And it was clear from the supervisor's grim expression that she disapproved completely of anybody taking personal calls on the library's time.
Miss Harble gave her boss a nice smile as she picked up the receiver, but Miss Clark only glanced coldly at her and went back to whatever she was doing.
"Hello, Miss Harble speaking."
"No shit," Pete Foster said, a deliberate grin in the tone of his voice, "and how's my favorite hot pussy today?"
Miss Harble felt a sharp pain go through her breast. "Oh, uh, yes Willy, what is it?"
"Who the hell is Willy?"
Miss Harble glanced at Miss Clark, and saw the shadowy annoyance in one of her lifted eyebrows.
"No, Willy, I don't think you had better plan on going to the movies tonight. You have your homework to do."
"Hey, I get it," Pete's voice droned. "You can't talk. Okay, I'll do all the talking and you just improvise some good answers. Have you thought about our little conversation yesterday."
"Yes, of course."
"How about giving me a try, then?" And in a lower, huskier voice that Miss Harble feared her supervisor might hear, Pete added: "I sure am hot to satisfy that tight, hairy pussy of yours."
Miss Harble swallowed. Her hands felt sweaty on the phone. "Just tell me where the movie is that you want to see, Willy."
"The motel, you mean? Sure, it's a little joint way over on the other side of town. A cheap motel called Bide-a-while Motel. And you don't have to worry about a thing. I know the guy who runs it, and he doesn't give a crap what goes on as long as he gets a fat tip. And I've already arranged for a room."
"What time is the movie?" Miss Harble managed, her throat dry and aching.
"Soon as you get off work. Why waste time?"
Miss Clark was looking up at Miss Harble now, her thin lips pressed together with a puritanical finality.
"Gonna let me fuck you?" Pete breathed, his mouth close now against the receiver. "Gonna let me put my big teenaged prick where you want it-where you know you need it?"
"I-I'll have to think about it."
"Okay, but don't think about it too long. You're not the only fish on my line, baby. You play coy too much with me and I'll drop you. But right now I'm hot as pepper. I'll bet
I can screw your hungry cunt to death this afternoon. Coming."
"I-I-"
"See you as soon as you can get there. Just come to Room 16. I'll be waiting. And I guarantee you'll like what I can do for you, honey. There's nothing like getting a wild fuck from a healthy young guy like me, and you know it!"
"Goodbye, Willy."
"I got a big hard-on right now, doll."
She put down the receiver so nervously that it clattered off the hook, causing Miss Clark's eyebrows to knit up in fresh disapproval.
As she started out of the office, Miss Clark's sharp voice caught her like the sting of a whip.
"Miss Harble, I do wish you would ask that young nephew of yours not to bother you during working hours. There are probably people waiting at the check-out desk for you right now. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Clark. I'll tell Willy to be more thoughtful."
"Please do!"
Back at her own desk, Miss Harble was still as nervous as a cat-but edging across the nervousness was a dark tom-tom of excitement. Her common sense told her not to even think about going to that cheap motel in the middle of the afternoon.
But her throbbing pussy told her she shouldn't dare miss the opportunity!
By the time her workday was over, she had already made up her mind. Instead of going down to the bus stop as she always did, she walked in the other direction until she found a taxi. Then, with a flush at her cheeks for fear the cigar-smoking man behind the wheel would know exactly what she was up to, she directed the driver to take her to the Bide-awhile Motel.
It seemed an eternity before the taxi pulled up at the curb, and another eternity while she fumbled out the five dollar bill from her purse. When she told the smirking driver to keep the change, he grinned and winked at her.
The only pleasant thing about going to the motel room was that nobody saw her-or at least nobody paid any attention to her.
The motel units were little cabins, all shabby and needing paint, but in that section of town it didn't make any difference. There was an air of carnal cheapness about the very atmosphere surrounding the motel, as if it were a big pool hall where drink and sex were as common as breathing.
She found Room 16, and was grateful that it was far to the back of the other cabins.
She knocked on the door hesitantly, and immediately Pete Foster's youthful face appeared.
"Well, well," he said, eyes twinkling. "Come on in."
The minute she stepped inside the dank, small cabin she wondered if she hadn't made a wild mistake. What in the name of God, she asked herself, was she doing having a tryst in broad daylight with a seventeen-year-old boy!
But Pete Foster seemed right at home. She saw his high school football jacket slung over the back of a chair, a six-pack of beer on the crude bureau, and the bed covers stripped back to the bare mattress.
"Want a beer?" he asked, casually.
"No thank you."
She saw that he already had an open beer in his hand, and she watched as he swigged some of it down. He wiped his slack mouth with the back of his hand and then looked her over exactly the way a rancher might appraise a prize cow.
He was wearing jeans and an open sports shirt, and besides the pleasing muscles she could see in his arms the unbuttoned shirt revealed his chest-beautiful, smooth pectorals. Despite herself, she felt a ripple of delight at the sight of his young body.
She was glad she had come, she realized.
She did want to have sex with Pete Foster.
She wanted him to fuck her with all the power and furious lust at his command!
"Have a seat, Miss Harble," he breathed, taking another quick sip of beer. "Naw, not there-on the bed."
She did as he told her, sitting lightly on the very edge of the creaky mattress, her blood beginning to pound in her veins.
He came over and sat down beside her, then automatically slid one strong arm around her shoulders. With his other hand he began to unbutton the front of her blouse.
Neither of them spoke, and the very silence made what he was doing to her that much more stimulating. It wasn't foreplay the young man was beginning with her-nothing as subtle as that. He was merely stripping her down so that he could fool with her tits, thus getting her hot enough to screw. And even before he got the buttons open on her blouse, the randy nipples of her breasts were popping out, extending into the coned centers of her bra cups with itching need.
He removed her blouse expertly, then unhooked the snap of her bra and pulled it carelessly off her shoulders. He tossed the bra on the floor beside her blouse. Then he slid his arm back over her shoulder and found her left nipple with the blunt tips of her fingers. He squeezed the growing nub lightly, teasingly until it was a firm, hot plum under his touch.
"Nice boobs," he whispered, huskily. "I'll bet these babies just love a good suck."
His words were savory in her ears, and the more he roiled her left tit the harder it seemed to grow!
His other hand came up and began to do the same thing to her right tit, flipping the enlarged nipples this way and that, sweetly torturing her into a delightful mood of lustiness!
Instinctively, her right hand found the bulge between his legs. The prick that she had only seen from a distance was now under her nibbling, exploring fingers-and the size of it sent a throbbing excitement right through the core of her cunt.
"That thing big enough for you, baby?" he breathed.
She couldn't answer him. All she could do was move her trembling fingers all the way down the length of the sheathed penis, measuring it as greedily as a miser measures his gold.
Both of his hands were pulling on the coned ends of her tits now, using a gentle-rough action calculated to make her ample bosoms swell to almost twice their normal size. And to add to her growing pleasure, he tweaked just the tips of the nipples with thumb and forefinger.
Her pussy grew hot and wet beneath her panties. She could feel the eager lips of her slit pulling back, spreading wide, generating the kind of pre-coital juices necessary to accommodate the entry of a prick as long and big and stiff as Pete Foster's!
"Ready for me to fuck you?" he asked, grinning at her as his hands continued to ply more and more titillating joy into her swollen tits. "Ready to see if you can take my nine inches all the goddam way?"
She moved her head in a jerky nod, making a small whining sound deep in her throat.
"Get undressed," he commanded. "I wanta fuck you right."
They both stood up, and as she worked her way raggedly out of her skirt and panties he locked and double-bolted the motel door. Then he came back to the bed while stripping off his shirt and pants.
She was nude first and already lying spread-eagle on the small bed when he pulled off his shorts.
But when she saw his incredibly developed, oversized prick come flopping out between his legs, she gasped and raised up on her elbows.
He smiled. "I thought you'd like it," he muttered, a faint touch of real contempt in his voice. "I never saw an over-the-hill broad who didn't lick her lips over a big piece of meat."
He put one hand around his penis and stroked it proudly. The large cock grew fully hard and stood out from between his legs like a club. Even the balls were big, and the dark puff of hair at the root of his prick grew like little whiskers down around those promising bags of passion.
She was still staring as if hypnotized when he walked slowly over to the bed and pushed the pink head of his tool right up to her face.
"Wanta lubricate me a little with your mouth?" he breathed.
Even if she had never had the experience of sucking Willy's stout young cock-and didn't know how tasty a boy's aroused organ could be-she would not have been able to control herself.
With a faint moan of need she rolled her starving tongue out and began to lap wetly on the arrogant, spongy nub of his prick. She moved it to the right and left with the force of her tongue, loving it, lusting after the salty aroma of it.
Finally, he laughed and stepped back. He laughed softly again at the way her tongue stabbed at the air a few times. She was just like a hungry little puppy who had had his meaty bone taken away.
"Don't worry, honey," he said, "I'll let you suck on me all you want after I've given you a good fuck. But a blowjob is always better the second time around. Lasts longer for both of us."
"No," she pleaded, softly, "I want to suck you now."
She simply couldn't take her eyes off that nine inches of tempting meat. It was the strongest looking penis she could imagine. Deliciously hard, with one large vein traversing the column, perfectly formed, the big plum-shaped head of it still glistening with the hotness of her mouth.
"Later," he said, flatly. "Now lay back cross-ways on the bed and open your legs. Spread open your pussy for me with both your hands."
His crude words were sensual music to her ears!
She did as he told her, positioning herself so that half of her buttocks were off the edge of the mattress. Then she put her fingers around the sensitive lips of her cunt and pulled the meaty folds apart-forming her vagina into a scarlet, wet gash.
He came between her legs holding the root of his sturdy teenaged cock in one hand. Then slowly and teasingly he nudged just the head of. it into the pliant cleft of her sex.
She could feel the lips of her pussy trembling around the large knob of flesh, twitching eagerly to get more of him.
He pushed his hardened prick into her just far enough to cover the head of his dick completely, then stopped. He grinned slackly as he felt the hot outer folds of her cunt almost nibbling and sucking at his meat.
"Man," he breathed, huskily, "you are one helluva hot bitch. I'll bet you haven't been fucked in a month of Sundays!"
She had both of her legs scissored out wide to receive him. From his position all he could see was a fuck of pussy hair and the head of his big cock buried snugly into the middle of it.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, suddenly, unable to control any longer the drumming need that was making her hormones sizzle. "Put it in me and make me cum!! "
He gave her an almost boyish grin. "Don't worry your ass about that, lady. I'm gonna make you cum four times, and that's a goddam promise!"
As if to make good his boast, he slid both his hands under the lower part of her thighs and pushed a few more inches of his stalwart prick deep into her cunt.
For the first time in her life she felt the sweet agony of a cock too large for her. His overgrown penis nudged against the walls of her pussy, hurting her.
"Too big, eh?" he whispered, and then he fed her another inch or so and made her yelp in protest.
He had only half of his seventeen-year-old prick into her hole, but it already felt like a baseball bat to her!
She opened her legs as wide as possible to accommodate him, but still his enormous bar of hard meat pained her tender slit.
"You can take it," he sneered, softly. "When I'm through fucking that mare-hole of yours, you're gonna be able to take a horny stallion!"
To both her relief and regret, he pulled his big peter from between the clasping lips of her cunt. His retreat made a sucking noise.
Then she watched him walk over to his football jacket and search quickly through the pockets. He found the tube of lubricant and deftly squeezed a generous glob on the head of his long rod. He smeared it evenly half-way down the column of stiff flesh, then tossed the tube aside.
He came back to her with his greased hard-on wagging stiffly between his legs. "Try it now," he said.
His prick went into her much easier now, but even with the aid of the vaseline he had to grunt once or twice as he pumped the lovely monster firmly into her willing cunt.
He stopped only when the blunt head of his cock touched the mouth of her womb, and when his heavy balls were resting like ripe pears against the crack of her ass.
Miss Harble had been on the verge of an orgasm long before he got his whole prick into her, and when she felt the wicked head of it tickling against her womb she arched her back, gasped, and sent a mad flood of juices streaming over the entire length of his cock!
"Hey, wild," he whispered, holding her buttocks in both hands while throb after throb of pleasure pumped through her loins. He had not yet started fucking her, of course, and the feeling of a hot pussy wetly massaging his stony prick excited even his experienced teenaged brain. He had never made a cunt come off that fast, and his arrogance centered all the more in the long pole of flesh he had rammed up her snatch to his nuts.
He began to screw her from his half-standing, half-crouching position. It was the best position in the world for letting the male do all the work and put all the power into his fucking. He could use his legs and the balls of his feet to funnel his big cock as far in or as far out as he pleased, to ball her slow or fast, and above all to give her that rare joy of being totally at the mercy of a lustful male!
He fucked her steadily for the next five minutes, never relaxing his pace, never giving her the chance to recover from one luscious thrill before she experienced another. And he was still working on her smoking pussy when she spasmed for the second time. Her cunt jerked wildly around his moving prick, constricting and bloating until the lips were foaming like a mad dog's mouth.
"That's number two, ma'am," he announced, in mock politeness.
She was lying back across the bed with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, panting for breath. She had no control at all now over the lower part of her body. It was completely in the control of the healthy young stud who stood squarely between her legs, his vigorously stiffened prick still crammed to the balls up her pussy.
He could have fucked her again, exactly the same way, and her insatiable cunt would have foamed with even deeper pleasure.
But he preferred to change tactics.
He pushed her legs around and joined her on the bed, his muscular body planted above her so that he could suck on her swollen tits while he screwed her all over again.
When he began the third attack on her surrendering thighs, he left no doubt in her lust-drenched mind that she was being fucked by an expert. His thrusts were deep and powerful, lasting just long enough to let the burning cavity of her cunt absorb the hard length of him before he pulled the head of his prick to the very lips of her sex and plunged downward again.
It took longer for her to climax this time, but the wait was well worth it. When she spasmed for the third time, her whole body convulsed in a savage thrill that moistened his balls and trickled hotly down into her ass-hole.
He stopped for a few minutes, chewing and sucking on first one elongated nipple then the other. Then, almost before she could catch her breath, he was at her again.
"S-s-stop!" she moaned, leaning up and digging her fingers into the firm muscles of his. arms. "Please! I can't stand it anymore--! ! "
But he knew she not only could stand what he was doing to her, that deep in her wicked cunt she craved to have that one last, deep-vaginal kick!
He pushed both her arms back down on the bed and held her in place, both fucking and servicing her doughy pussy with the best he had to offer.
"Still want me to stop?" he husked at her, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he bucked and pumped his hard, naked buttocks in rhythm above her.
Her answer came in a demented purr of lust. She thrashed her head from one side to the other, her teeth clenched in a drowning need to cum-but no matter how brutally he fucked her hole, that last elusive orgasm danced out of her grasp.
He sensed her struggle and fucked her faster.
She bounced her burning thighs up at him, screwing in a raw, wanton compliment to his male power.
"You wanta cum for me, you prick-loving bitch?" he snorted, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. "You wanta show me how much that sucking pussy of yours can juice!? "
And to answer his own question, he slid one of his hands down between his belly and hers and found the throbbing tip of her sleek clitoris.
He rubbed and teased that greasy fang of passion with thumb and finger at the same time he doubled his powerful thrusts.
With a sharp cry of joy she lifted her molten hips up to him and began spasming like a whore!
He continued to fuck her until she was limp, her constricting pussy as dry as a pod.
And then, like a lusty afterthought, he released his own boiling sperm into the pit of her cunt with a half-dozen bolting spurts. She took his juices with meek, gulping throbs of her exhausted twat.
When he was finished, he pulled his still-swollen tool from between the dripping folds of her pussy and wiped it casually on the edge of the sheet.
When she finally glanced at him, he was grinning at her with that knowing look all males have when they have discovered the fatal weakness of a female born to be fucked.
"You'll think it's worth the money next time," he breathed, softly. "When you're hot enough, you'll come smelling around my ass with that twenty bucks in your hot little hands-and that's for sure, baby!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Seldom in her life had Miss Harble felt such shame.
The motel experience had been wonderfulat the time. But when she woke up the next morning in her own bedroom it was as if the remorse of the past week had collected in her head overnight like vengeful demons.
She regretted seducing Willy, flirting with Pete Foster in the library, going to that cheap motel for the most lascivious kind of sexual intercourse. But most of all she regretted what was happening to her.
It was one thing to tap the inner nature of one's self, she realized, but it was quite excruciating to find the truth about such a nature. And the truth was that despite the deep, painful guilt she felt, she had enjoyed sex with boys. She had loved every minute of being with Pete Foster, of being serviced like a whore by that full-grown but teenaged prick of his. And if there were no such thing as a conscience, she knew she would shack up with a bold, evil young stud like Pete and let him fuck her around the clock!
But she did have a conscience, and it did pain her.
"I'll not see him again," she breathed to herself very firmly. "And I certainly won't degrade myself by paying for sex!"
She had no way of knowing that this very day she would break her lofty vow-and in one of the most shocking, immoral ways possible.
But she began the day with high purpose, by fending off the by now familiar advances of the little oversexed villain she lived under the same roof with-Willy.
While she was preparing breakfast he came sauntering into the kitchen and put one of his hands on her buttocks. He patted her possessively, then boldly reached around to cup and squeeze one of her tits.
"Stop that, Willy," she snapped, pushing his arm down.
"Hey, Aunt Mary-are you gonna go frigid on me?"
Without answering, she scraped his two eggs into his plate and put them on the table. He watched her out of those narrowed blue eyes of his, his youthful mouth twisted up in a wry grin.
"By the way," he said, almost knowingly, "where were you yesterday afternoon."
"Shopping."
"Yeah? Well, I thought we were going to fuck as soon as you got off work."
The way he said the word-so openly and crudely-irritated her already sensitive conscience.
"Don't use that word," she breathed.
"What word? You mean fuck? Hell, what do you think we've been doing every day for the past week, making mud pies? We've been fucking, Aunt Mary. F-u-c-k-i-n-g. FUCKING!"
She turned abruptly toward his smirking face and slapped him, hard.
He gasped and sprang back, rubbing the scarlet place on his cheek. "Goddammit," he barked, "what the shit did you do that for!? "
"You will stop talking to me that way, young man," she insisted, coldly. "What happened between us was an accident-and one that I do not intend to happen again. And if you insist on it happening again, I will tell your mother."
His eyes snapped at her hatefully. "You'll tell her what, you crummy old bitch? Will you tell her how you seduced me, screwed me, ate my cock until I shot your sick old mouth full of cum!? "
"You have imagined all of that, Willy."
"Huh?"
She pursed her lips, reminding herself momentarily of Miss Amelia Clark. "I said, we have not done anything together. You just imagined that we did. And if you tell your mother anything to the contrary, I'll simply have to deny it. Is that clear?"
The dumb, startled look on his fifteen-year-old face told her that once again she had the upper hand. She could even read fear there, the age-old fear that youth has for authority.
"Now sit down, Willy, and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school."
Halfway through his eggs he glanced up sullenly at her. "What about your promise to let me bring Peggy Williams over here?"
She shook her head firmly. "You will have to forget about that."
"But you promised!"
She put down her fork carefully and gave him a stern look. "If you persist in this, Willy, I will call your mother this evening and tell her that I can't control you. Do you want to be taken out of school? Do you want to go live with your mother again?"
"Christ, no! I like the kids in school."
"Then behave yourself."
Willy seemed thoughtful for a moment, and then he shrugged and gave his aunt a thin smile.
"I guess you're right, Aunt Mary. I'll be a good boy from now on."
She was pleased with herself. After Willy had left for school she dressed in her most conservative blouse and skirt and headed for the library singing inwardly a little song of praise for her own changed morals. Willy would always remember what they had done, she knew, but in time it would become like a dream. He would forget it-and even if he were ever unwise enough to mention such a thing to his mother, she wouldn't believe him.
Who on earth would believe that she would seduce the son of her own dear sister!?
She worked in the stacks all morning without once thinking about sex. By noon she felt that not only was she free from the degrading traps she had set for herself, but that she would even begin to think about marriage. She knew how attractive she was. She was sure that there was a nice man out there someplace who would see her as a charming, attractive blonde woman who would respond to love and affection. And, after all, wasn't sex something that should come naturally with that kind of relationship-instead of being a brutal physical exchange of mere lust?
She was, in short, through with boys. She took a coffee break about two o'clock. Since there were two check-out desks in the large city library, all she had to do was put up her coffee-break sign that informed the customers to use the other desk and that she would be back in twenty minutes.
She had her coffee and a pleasant chat with a co-worker in the library lounge, then went back to her desk for the remaining two hours of the afternoon.
The note was lying right in the middle of her desk. Just a piece of notebook paper carefully folded, with her name written in block letters on the front.
She opened it and read the cryptic, unsettling message: meet me in the fourth floor stacks on north end-or else!
"Pete Foster," she muttered to herself. "The silly young egomaniac!"
At first she thought about ignoring the note, but the longer she sat there the more the wisdom of that tactic faded. After all, she wasn't really sure what Pete Foster was capable of doing. She couldn't take the chance of his leaving another note on Miss Clark's desk-and that would not only be embarrassing, it could be disastrous. Trying to explain to that suspicious old bitch that some boy was making trouble would in itself be more trouble than simply facing Pete on his own terms.
And so she left her desk again, hoping that nobody would notice she was doubling her coffee break today.
She took the elevator to the fourth floor-the place where all the government documents and dusty, out-of-date reference books were housed. Almost nobody ever came up there, and even when they did the footsteps echoed like a lead pipe banging against an empty oil drum. It was certainly a safe enough place, as Pete Foster must have realized for himself.
She left the elevator and walked down toward the north end of the stacks. There was nobody in sight, even when she reached the very end of the dark corridor, and she was about to call out Pete's name when she heard a noise behind her.
She turned, and found herself confronting a boy of about fourteen. He had blocked her path back to the elevator, and he was standing with his sturdy young legs wide apart, his hands on his hips, a nervous grin on his youthful, handsome face.
At first she thought she recognized him-something about his eyes-but then she realized she didn't know him.
"Hi, Miss Harble," he said, his voice piping a bit for his young years, "I guess you got my note."
She didn't feel an ounce of fear in the encounter.-just annoyance.
"I thought the note was from somebody else," she said. "Now what on earth do you want-and who are you?'
His lips twitched in an even more nervous way. "I just wanta see your pussy," he whispered.
She couldn't believe her ears!
"Just let me see it," he pleaded. "I don't want to touch it or anything unless you want me to. Just pull down your panties and let me look at it."
Her cheeks began to steam, half in anger and half in that old, dreadful excitement she had just renounced.
"How dare you," she hissed. "Who are you!? "
He grinned. "I'm Pete Foster's brother. My name is Tim."
She blinked, a sinking feeling in her breasts.
"I-I don't know any Pete Foster," she lied, helplessly.
The young boy's grin widened. "Sure you do. You went to a motel with him yesterday. I was watching from outside. Pete is always taking women to that motel-and he's too damn dumb to think anybody knows about it. But I've watched him do it a lot. And I know what he's doing in there, too. You and Pete were fucking, weren't you ? "
She couldn't find her voice. The blood was draining out of her legs, making them too weak and wobbly to move.
"W-what do you want from me?" she breathed, huskily.
"like I said, I just wanta see your pussy. I wanta look real close to see how it's shaped after old Pete worked on it for so long with his big dick."
She knew now why she had recognized the boy's eyes. They were just like Pete's-hard, lusty, wicked. And despite herself, she couldn't help wondering if Tim Foster were as equally endowed between the legs as his big brother!
"Please, Miss Harble," the boy whispered, "I swear to God I won't tell anybody. I never tell Pete anything-and I sure as hell wouldn't tell my folks what you were doing with my brother. I mean, I wouldn't unless..."
His voice trailed off, as if he were not quite confident enough to put his threat into words. But she knew what he meant.
It was not the veiled threat in the voice of the young satyr that was disturbing her, however. It was the mellowing heat beginning to creep back treacherously between her legs. Her vaginal lips were swelling, her clitoris growing, her nerves humming with the thought of letting this fourteen-year-old gaze on her pussy-the same pouting gash that his big brother had spent the better part of an hour fucking into contentment only yesterday.
The boy's eyes were bright and hard, and she saw him lick his lower lip with the tip of a pink, strong tongue. "Please, Miss Harble, just let me look at it, okay? Please--! ? "
"You promise," she said, her voice ragged and low, "that you will never tell a soul."
"Christ, yes. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!"
With the animal instinct of the wary female, Miss Harble listened for a few seconds to the quiet of the fourth floor. They were certainly alone up here, but it was still a very public place. Anybody could come up the stairs or the elevator.
And then she remembered the little room at the far end of the floor-a utility room, or something. A place that had not been used since the new utility room was installed on the first floor.
"Follow me," she said, softly.
As she walked, her heels clicking a sharp contrapuntal to the scuff of Tim Foster's tennis shoes behind her, she could feel her cunt growing much hotter. The folds of her sex were blossoming like a swamp flower-and she was powerless to stop it!
She knew that what she was about to do was not only wrong, terribly immoral, but that it was foolish and very dangerous. On the other hand, Tim Foster already knew about the motel-and he was probably only following in the footsteps of his big brother, anyway. Just one small step away from being the same kind of cunt-crazy teenager as Pete!
They "reached the room and she snapped on the light. The place was filled with dusty stacks of old newspapers and out-of-date magazines. Tim followed her inside, and then she shut the door and thanked God that there was a slip-bolt. She locked them inside, then turned back to the young boy with a small, warm smile on her lips.
"You want to see my pussy?" she asked, amazed at her own calmness. "Is that what you want?"
She saw the boy swallow, his small Adam's apple riding nervously up and down like a cork.
"And what are you going to show me, Tim."
"I-I don't know."
Her smile widened. It was the same feeling she had experienced with Willy. A feeling of complete control. A feeling that she could do anything she wished with a boy like this.
"I'll show you my pussy, Tim-if you will show me your prick."
She saw Tim Foster blush hotly, but the flicker of interest in his horny eyes told her that he would do exactly as she asked.
"I-I'm not as big as old Pete," he stammered.
"Show me: Show me how big you are."
"You show me first."
She almost laughed-despite the fact that she was enjoying their little game to the hilt. It would have been much more appropriate, she knew, if she had been fourteen, too!
Slowly, teasingly, she raised the hem of her skirt, inching it up under his hypnotized gaze until the white slip alone was showing.
And then she lifted her slip up all the way to her panties.
She was stimulated just by the hungry way in which Tim Foster drank in the revelations. It even made her wonder if the little devil had ever seen a pussy in his life!
"Take off your panties," he whispered, impatiently.
"You take them off for me. I have my hands full."
She was tingling all over as he approached her, and the moment she felt his fingers slipping into the top of the elastic band of her panties large goose bumps of pleasure broke out over her thighs.
He was too inexperienced to get her panties off smoothly, as his big brother would have done, but the yanking and tugging produced the same results-and he didn't stop until he had the silky garment all the way down to her ankles.
"Jesus," he breathed, squatting in front of her and staring hard at the dark fuck of hair between her legs. "A real pussy!"
"Now let me see yours," she purred.
He didn't hesitate this time. He stood up like a smart little soldier and unbuttoned his fly, then dug inside with one hand and pulled out his already stiffened penis.
His cock was a horsy young thing-thick and long, and giving every promise in the world of growing in the next few years into the same kind of erotic weapon as his big brother's.
But the one quality Tim Foster's prick had which even his teenaged brother couldn't boast was the almost granite stiffness of it. It looked hard enough to hang a dozen horseshoes on!
"Lemme touch your pussy," Tim suggested, boldly.
"Do anything you want."
It was as if she had offered him a new baseball glove to play with!
He squatted between her legs again, this time with his hard cock sticking lewdly forward out of his pants, and he put one finger gingerly up to the pulsing crack of her cunt.
He wriggled his finger in the soft hair until he had the tip of it between the moist lips of her slit, then he twiddled it a bit deeper. Then deeper still.
She closed her eyes and the corners of her mouth pulled upward in a brazen smile.
"Yes," she mewed softly down at him, "yes, put your finger into me ... all the way in ... and move it around slowly ... slowly..."
On her command he worked his finger into her cunt to the second knuckle. Then he manipulated it in a circle, making her hole ooze with hotness, a throbbing wetness.
He continued fingering her for the next few delicious moments, even bringing her right to the edge of an orgasm before he pulled his finger away.
She opened her eyes just in time to see him smell and lick his finger-and that carnal honesty on his part made her seethe with a shameless lust.
She dropped to her knees until she was on a level with his stoutly erected cock. Then with a need humming in her throat, she ovaled her mouth over his lickerish prick and began greedily sucking him off.
He stood spellbound, hands at his sides, breath coming in hard gasps, looking down at the full-grown woman who was kneeling in front of him and sucking into her mouth the full length of his tool. It excited him to full pitch, and the roiling hotness of her soft, demanding tongue was making his prick grow larger and longer-edging itself into her throat like a baby snake!
She knew when he was close to coming. She could feel the column of his tasty young cock bloat into a final stiffness. And it was at that point that she reluctantly pulled her soft lips away from the glistening head of it.
"Don't stop," he whispered, desperately. "It feels good!"
"I want to feel good, too," she cooed back at him. "I want you to do that to me."
He gulped again, his face flushed with that uncontrollable sexual excitement that only a pubescent male can muster.
"Eat my pussy, Tim," she breathed, teasing him with the naughty words. "Suck the ,nice honey out of my hole-and I'll suck the honey out of yours!"
He didn't need a second invitation. With the agility of a young monkey, he was under and between her legs, nuzzling his eager tongue into the hairy maw of her cunt. She helped him by using her fingers to spread wide the lips of her sex, guiding him as he lapped and licked.
She was sure it was the first time he had tasted pussy-and just as sure that this initiation would make him a devoted addict for such novel sexual treats.
She stood above him, legs spaced apart, hunching down so that the nap of hair surrounding her cunt almost covered his face. And the lower she placed her thighs, the faster and juicier his frantic lapping became. His tongue drove lizard-like deep into the twitching hotness of her hole.
"Eat it!" she hissed. "Show me how much better you are than your brother!"
The challenge super-charged his efforts. He began to literally fuck her cunt with his ramming tongue.
She peaked a dozen times before the real orgasm began to ride through her thighs. And when the irresistible pleasure came over her, she threw back her head in one deep gasp of lust and pushed her sodden pussy hard against his sucking mouth.
Her liquids boiled over his chin, making him choke and grunt to take all she offered. But even when he tried to rise she held his head in place, forcing him to lap along the puffed lips of her twat until the last sluttish thrill had abated.
Her promise to finish sucking his cock took almost no time at all. Once on her knees again, with her lips and tongue working away in gluttonous, suctioning movements, he arched his back and fed a thick flood of boyish sperm against the rear of her throat.
She swallowed every drop of his molten spunk, then hungrily licked and teased his flagging young prick until it drooped against his crotch.
And even before she let her lips slide lovingly away from the slick, swollen head of his wet, satisfied young cock, she knew that the next time he would have to prove his real maleness to her.
The next time she would make him fuck her!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The experience with Pete Foster's young brother bothered her considerably. She had broken her vow with herself almost before she made it-and with a boy barely on the edge of puberty!
And yet, even with the stain of guilt inside of her she knew perfectly well that she had done with Tim Foster no more than he wanted. No more than he had probably dreamed about a thousand times, jacking off to each and every fantasy that came bubbling up in his excitable young brain.
If she had ncf done it with him, somebody else would have. Either another of Pete's harem of middle-aged females-or some sultry little whore of his own age. And, after all, why should she deny herself the simple pleasure of initiating an oversexed boy into the deeper mysteries and joys of sex with a mature female!
It was all rationalization, but for the time being it helped her live with the reality that she had cut off the real supply of her sensual nature.
She had told Willy that there was to be no more sex between them, and she intended to keep that promise.
As for Willy, the next week was a strained one between them. He was sullen and moody, barely speaking to her at breakfast. He didn't come home early from school anymore, and sometimes when he was very late coming home and she complained in a motherly fashion, he would merely give her a bored look and offer some weak excuse about the basketball coach keeping them too long.
But on her day off she discovered some evidence in Willy's room that made her mind steam with jealousy.
Hidden away almost carelessly-even contemptuously-in his bureau were a dozen more pornographic magazines. If anything, these magazines were even more explicit and filthy in the sexual activities of the photographed models within. One magazine was nothing but an endless collection of close-ups of the female sex organs-open, wet, aroused pussies. A wicked lineup of spread thighs, hairy and pouting cuntal lips, distended clitorises, and the ringed fingers of the various women eagerly pulling apart the thickened folds of their own slits for the camera.
Another magazine showed one single female being used by four different males at the same time. In one picture, blotched with the dried sperm stains of Willy and his friends, the female was being sodomized by one male, fucked in the cunt by another, screwed in the mouth and between her tits by the other two. And the expression on the wanton model's face showed that she was enjoying the lascivious tribute to the hilt.
Still another magazine specialized in the female-on-top position. Picture after picture showed a series of voluptuous, beautiful girls and women mounted lewdly above the willing and prostrate bodies of naked males. In every picture the females had some or all of the violently erected pricks lodged deliciously between the clasping lips of their cunts. Some of the younger, smaller females seemed to be trying to get incredibly large cocks all the way up to the balls, accommodating from nine-to eleven-inch pricks until nothing was showing below the hair-rimmed circles of their pussies but two love-bags filled with hot sperm on the brink of discharging.
The magazines both aroused and upset Miss Harble, but it was not their discovery that incensed her the most. It was what she found on the other side of Willy's bureau drawer, placed right on top of his neatly folded stack of under-shorts-and placed there as if to mock her in case she snooped.
She found at least three pairs of girls' panties, all of them wrinkled and soiled, smelling not only of the pubescent, sexual odors of young female cunt, but bits of them stuck together here and there by what could only have been the sperm ejaculated from an excited, teenaged prick.
"Peggy Sue Williams," Miss Harble muttered, hatefully. "That immoral little tramp has been letting Willy fuck her!"
But even that circumstantial evidence was not the final straw. Close to the balled panties she found several notes, all scrawled in the close, careful hand of a girl, and all attesting to the worst suspicions Miss Harble was forming.
"Dear Willy," she read, picking out only one of the lurid notes to read aloud. "Can you meet me after English class again? We can do it at my house this afternoon because Mom will be gone to her club until late. I loved the way we did it yesterday, and I can't imagine where you learned to fuck like that. I got so hot and bothered last night just thinking about that beautiful strong thing between your legs that I couldn't sleep. I used to think that Fred and Joe were good, but did you know you made me cum five times yesterday. I mean, I never knew a boy who could just go and go and go like you! I hope you think about my pussy as much as I think about the groovy way you can ball-and I just can't wait for you to stick that cute tongue of yours up into my snatch again ... you know how it tickled me last time ... how you just made me cum like crazy ... oooooh, I love it when you eat me, Willy!! '"
Miss Harble felt weak and hot all over when she let the note drop from her hands.
She stood there with her teeth closed together in a heating spasm of hatred and jealousy-as if Willy had betrayed her.
But she had the whole afternoon to think about it, and when she was more calm she realized that it was she who had driven Willy into the prurient arms of a scheming young female like Peggy Williams. After all, a boy like her nephew had to find expression some way for his awakened needs-passions she herself had pushed along-and if she didn't or wouldn't satisfy him, he would only naturally find someone who would!
For the remainder of the afternoon, she paced the apartment like a caged tiger. A dozen times she paused before the telephone, wanting desperately to call Willy at school and tell him to come home early again-with all that would imply.
But she did nothing, and the slowly building, treacherous itch between her legs seemed to signal the dark nymphomania she had found herself fearing for weeks now.
"I will get married," she droned to herself. "I must if this terrible lewdness is ever to-"
She was interrupted by the phone-and she grabbed for it in silly, feverish haste. She hoped wildly and wantonly that it would be Pete Foster once again, offering his stud services.
"Hi, Aunt Mary," Willy's voice said, huskily, "how's your day off?"
"I-I'm fine, Willy," she breathed, trying to keep the bubbling nervousness down. But despite herself, her voice edged up as she said, "Why did you call, dear?"
"Oh, nothing much. Say, I was wondering if it would be okay for one of the guys to stay all night with me. We've got this math deal to do, and you know how lousy I am in math. Old Tom is a real whiz with numbers."
She could hardly hide her disappointment.
"I suppose it will be all right, Willy. Will your friend be eating dinner with us?"
"Naw, we'll grab a hamburger. You don't have to bother with anything, Aunt Mary-and thanks a million."
"Goodbye, Willy."
When she put down the receiver she felt very old and defeated. And she knew she had nothing to look forward to for the evening but a lonely dinner and a few hours of reading. That and the biting knowledge that Willy no longer needed her-not with a pretty and willing young girl to satisfy his desires.
She did eat alone, and it was some time after that when she was upstairs in her own bedroom that she heard Willy and his friend come into the apartment. She waited, expecting Willy to bring his friend up for introductions, but when she heard her nephew's bedroom door close against the muffled gaiety of their boyish voices, she sighed and dug out a book to read.
It was almost two hours later that she stretched, yawned, and removed her reading glasses. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. She had not heard a peep from downstairs in quite some time, she realized, and she gathered that the boys were hard at work on the math project.
She slipped into her gown-not the sexy peignoir this time-and went quietly downstairs to the kitchen. She made a pot of hot chocolate and filled a plate with cookies, then carried the refreshments to Willy's door.
She had to knock only once before Willy opened the door, pencil in his mouth, a sheaf of papers in his hand.
"Hey, wow," Willy grinned, gratefully, "this is really great of you, Aunt Mary."
And then she saw the other boy over Willy's shoulder, and a small, prejudiced quirk of surprise passed through her body.
The other boy was black-taller and a bit older looking than Willy. He was a typically rangy, lean black teenager with pronounced negroid features. Thick, sensual lips, large eyes, and a quick, polite smile.
"This is Tom, Aunt Mary. He's practically an Einstein in geometry."
"Cut it out," the black boy said, smiling proudly.
'flow do you do, Tom," she responded. "I'm glad Willy has somebody to help him with his math."
Tom grinned, showing even, white teeth in his handsome, swarthy face. "Thanks for letting me stay with Willy tonight, ma'am."
"You're very welcome."
"And thanks for the goodies, Aunt Mary," Willy chimed in. "But we'll be hungry as pirates in the morning."
"Bacon and eggs and pancakes ought to take care of that," she smiled. "Is that all right with you, Tom?"
"Sure is, ma'am."
"Well ... goodnight."
They both walked with her to the bedroom door, and both wished her goodnight as she left the room.
On her way back upstairs she couldn't help wondering if Willy would show his black friend those dirty magazines. But something made her doubt it. Tom had looked so intelligent-and acted so polite-that he was probably more of a moderating influence on Willy than anything else.
Back in her bedroom she read a bit longer, then put out the light and fell into a deep sleep. The day had been more exhausting than she had thought, and sleep came to her easily.
The dream she had was something special ... the kind of dream she had been bothered with as a growing girl. It was quite frankly a sexual dream, and the longer it went on the more erotic and lewd it grew. She dreamed that she was lying on a table under a bright, bare light bulb. She was completely nude, and both of her legs had been tied quite widely apart. Somebody was in the room with her-a shadowy figure she couldn't make out-and he approached her stealthily with something in his hand that resembled one of those old-fashioned backscratchers she had seen at her grandmother's house.
In her dream, the figure hovered briefly over the table, and then touched her exposed cunt with the tip of the scratcher. It was a pleasurable feeling, and her pleasure grew even more pronounced as the figure worked the tickling tool gently over the pouting lips of her pussy until it was buried snugly right at the center of her sex. She moaned softly in her sleep and moved her legs, trying both to avoid the penetration of the instrument and to encourage a deeper exploration. The dream fantasy rolled on toward its inevitable conclusion-with her tender, yearning cunt contracting deliciously around the probing end of the stick while at the same time she jerked and throbbed with an unbearable ecstasy.
And then she woke up.
The room was pitch black, but even in the darkness she could see the real form sitting boldly beside her on the bed-and the thick and working finger inside of her pussy was certainly anything but a dream!
She bolted up on her elbows, only to feel a strong hand holding her in place.
"Don't move," the soft but husky voice, hissed at her.
She knew at once that it was not Willy's voice-and only too well that the hand holding her and the finger twiddling shamelessly into her cunt belonged to the black boy named Tom!
"Let me GO!" she blurted.
But instead, the strong fingers tightened almost painfully into her shoulder and pushed her helplessly back into the pillow. Then the dark face hovered above hers, and she could make out the gleam in the boyish eyes, the dark softness of the heavy-lipped mouth.
"Old Willy's asleep, ma'am," Tom whispered, his breath hot against her face. "He told me all about what you and him have been doing-and he showed me some of those sexy magazines. I got so hot I just couldn't sleep!"
The words rang with a sharp familiarity in her head, and then she remembered that sluttish note that Willy's girl had written to him.
Despite the fact that a sixteen-year-old black male was holding her down on her own bed-with his finger lustfully maneuvered all the way up her vagina-she felt very little panic. She could tell by the nervous husk of his voice and the way his hand was trembling on her shoulder that he was much more frightened than she was. That he was doing what he was doing out of that burning need for sex that Willy and every other boy his age experiences.
Besides, that wicked, long finger felt beautifully nice lodged to the second knuckle between the fat lips of her cunt!
"Go back to bed," she breathed, threateningly.
"Lemme fuck you first, ma'am," he pleaded, his voice as low as the crouch of a panther. "I'm so murther-fuckin' horny I'm going to die!"
He had lapsed into a typical Negro dialect with those last words that brought a twitching smile to her face. But she realized that half of her smile came from another source-from the fact that Tom's devilish finger was rubbing now along the relaxing walls of her pussy, moving in and out of her budding cunt, teasing her, arousing her.
She felt the cones of her tits begin to harden, the nipples start to perk and point. But it was madness, anyway. Sheer madness!
"Go away," she whimpered moving her captured thighs only to have his finger move with her-funneling even deeper toward her womb.
"Let's fuck," he groaned. "Lemme show you how good I can make it feel. Lemme fuck you ... lemme fuck ... fuck, honey!"
With each obscene repetition of the magic word he manipulated his lusty finger in a wider, hotter circle, driving her helpless pussy into the shape of a hot, wet muffin of need.
"Willy," she hissed at him in the darkness, "Willy will find out!"
"He don't know shit. He's asleep downstairs-good and asleep cause he jacked off. But I didn't do it. I saved it for you."
As he announced his good news he felt confident enough to release her shoulder. And immediately his hand found her tits. He moved his large hand hungrily from one of her swelling breasts to the other, lightly and deftly squeezing and pinching on her nipples until they were popping upward strong and firm.
Her hand brushed outward and touched his bare skin. His chest felt like black velvet against her fingers. She dropped her hand nimbly downward and touched his leg and the edge of his shorts. It thrilled her to know how bold he had been, coming up the stairs to her bedroom dressed in nothing but his underwear.
And then her hand found his prick.
She gasped softly as her fingers closed around the rigid, immoderately stiff column of his sex. It was sticking up out of the open fly of his shorts like a dark totem of adolescent lust.
She had heard those stories all her life about the sexual superiority of the black man-and the oversized pole of meat her fingers could barely circle seemed delightful proof of the old wives' tale!
"So big," she whispered, her lips twitching with a greed she couldn't disguise. "My God ... so long and big ... so stiff."
She heard him grunt softly, driving his finger possessively deep into the very matrix of her cunt.
"Gonna fuck you with that big thing," he breathed, hoarsely. "I'm gonna give you all of that fuck-meat you want."
She knew she was doomed-doomed to let him do whatever he wanted to with her willing body. The amorous throb of her pliant cunt around his demanding finger, the pointing hardness of her libidinous tits. And the darkness of her bedroom only added to the honed heat of her lusty ache.
She brought her other hand over to grasp his stalwart penis. The big thing was like a club in her hands, a stony club of promise. The kind of boyish, potent prick that can stir the deepest emotions in a thirty-five-year-old female with an itch to be fucked.
"Take your shorts off," she whispered, raggedly.
His finger came slurping out of her ductile cunt on command. He stood up beside the bed, black and shadowy, and quickly unbuttoned his shorts. She could see his enormous young prick in horizontal profile against the dim light of the window, and the sight of such a prize tool sent a ripple of whorish delight through her loins.
She managed to get off her pajamas just in time to let him come crawling over her body.
She had never felt so wanton, so liberated in her sexual desires as she did at this moment. After all, her prejudices ran deep in her middle class blood, and she couldn't quite rid herself of the notion that anything goes to a black man when he is dying to fuck a white female. She could only think of him as a horny stud animal-all hard-on and panting hotness.
She barely hesitated before taking a short gulp of breath and hissing her most Jezebelian needs into his dark ear.
"Lick my pussy, Tom! Get down between my legs and use your lips and tongue on my cunt!"
"Yeah, baby!" he chuckled, merrily.
She had hardly caught her next breath before she felt the wiry hair of his head brushing roughly against the inside of her thighs. His hands slid under the melons of her buttocks and lifted her up like a ripe fruit. Then she felt the first long, wet lap of his eager tongue lengthways along her pussy and moaned with the sweet pleasure of it.
He lapped her a dozen times in one certain way, then varied it so that the flat of his tongue was licking her spreading cunt sideways-licking right into the coils of cuntal hair, matting the whiskery edges of her slit with the hot saliva from his mouth.
She moaned again, and pushed her pouting pussy hard against his grinning lips.
He ran his tongue into her twat so suddenly and so deeply that she thought she would climax immediately. But her joy only buzzed and bubbled around the tip of his tongue as he wriggled it juicily and inside the sleek folds of her cunt.
She began to go slightly mad with lust.
"Eat me!, " she purred, pulling her toes in against the bottoms of her feet. "Show me what you can do with that pink tongue! Eat me like a whore!! "
Her lecherous words seemed to turn him on like an overdose of Spanish Fly. He buried his whole head between her legs until his ears were flat against the insides of her thighs. His mouth completely covered her burning hole, and with the expertise of a born black satyr he began to literally fuck her cunt with his long tongue.
She lay for the next few long moments without moving a muscle in her whole body. She allowed him to feed boldly and deeply on the succulent softness of her yielding slit. His tongue drove over and over into her right to the roots, and each time he got it inside of her he drew it out with a rotating, powerful lapping action that brought her right to the brink of an exquisite orgasm.
She had never had her gash eaten so well!
She moaned now, made mewing and purring noises deep in her throat while she held his head locked in place with her thighs. He was sucking her like a maniac, and the last few hot seconds ticked by as she approached her peak.
The total pleasure came, tittered on the brink, then spilled over in a gush of liquid thrills against his rogue tongue.
And he was still licking on her glistening cunt when the bright flash of light turned the dark room briefly into day.
She had only time for one fleeting glimpse of two grinning figures in the bedroom door.
And the one with the flash camera was Willy!
CHAPTER NINE
She tried to sit up, but Tom still had both of her thighs held tightly in his grip. His black fingers were imprinted deep into the snowy flesh of her loins-and he was still down there nibbling and licking on the bruised, wet lips of her cunt as if nothing at all had happened.
The flash camera went off again, revealing Willy and the other boy. And then, seconds later, the light in the bedroom was snapped on.
She tried rising again, but Tom shifted both of his arms into a locking position over her stomach. He looked up at her briefly, his thick lips glistening with her cuntal juices, his grin slack as a hound's, his young eyes wicked with fun and lust.
"You ain't been fucked yet, ma'am," Tom husked.
She glanced in a daze toward the door again, her eyes dilated with the white circles caused by the two cruel flashes of the camera.
She could barely make out Willy, to say nothing of the grinning young man beside him.
Willy came to the bed, camera swinging insolently from his hand.
"You sure seemed to like having your pussy worked over, Aunt Mary," he said, something metallic and threatening in his voice. "And I bet Mom will really get a big, farty kick out of seeing the pictures I just took of you."
Her eyes were clearing now, and she darted them venomously from Willy to the strange boy beside him.
"Oh, hey, where's my manners?" Willy breathed. "Aunt Mary, I think you've already met Tom there between your legs-but this other pal of mine is Jack. You remember him. He's the one who loaned me the good fuck movie, the one you got such a bang out of."
The boy beside Willy was looking at her with narrowed, almost greedy eyes. His grin was frozen on his handsome young face-and one fleeting glance at the boy's crotch revealed to her the state of his sexual arousal. His prick was almost bursting out of his pants.
"Jack wants to fuck you, too, Aunt Mary," Willy purred, softly. "We all want a crack at your hot cunt, even if it takes all night to satisfy, us. And then we want you to blow us. You know, suck our cocks until we cum all over again in your mouth."
Jack giggled throatily, and rubbed his fly.
It took a second more for her to find her voice, but when she did it came out in a scathing rasp.
"You damned heathen," she hissed at Willy. "You sneaking little-little-"
"Bastard," Willy grinned. "Yeah, I'm a bastard, Aunt Mary. But you made me one. But you're a fuck-happy old bitch, and you know it. You shouldn't have tried to bullshit me, but since you did I figured turn-about was fair play. And now we're gonna screw your scheming pussy until hell won't have it."
"I-I'll scream my head off," she snapped, but even she could hear the silly weakness in her voice, the vacuous tone of the threat.
"Yeah, you can. And I can show God and everybody pictures of how you let Tom here stick his long tongue up your hot hole. And I think they might believe me when I tell them about all the unholy fucking we've been doing the past week or so."
Tom was still holding her down, and now he had one of his ebony hands on her left tit. The still-aroused nipple was peaking like a pink plum between two of his black fingers.
"I just wanta piece of ass," Tom whispered. "No trouble for nobody-just a good piece of hot pussy!"
Despite herself, she felt a surge of raw lust go through her thighs. She could feel Tom's huge penis against her leg-a big, long, black column of teenaged meat that was dying to explore her cunt to its limits.
She wanted Tom to fuck her.
And she wanted to be fucked by the boy named Jack.
She even wanted to feel Willy's evil cock pumping once more inside her churning slit.
She just hated to admit it!
"Tell her the deal, Willy," Jack said, his youthful voice as husky as a grown man's.
Willy smiled and nodded. "Sure. We got a deal for you, Aunt Mary. It comes in two parts. You let us get our kicks with you tonight-you know, fucking and sucking and everything else-and that's the first part of the deal."
"And the second," she demanded, icily.
"The second part is a secret, but you'll like the idea. And in return for your keeping your part of the deal, I'll give you the negatives in this camera."
The clever, almost cute, arrogance of Willy's adolescent brain made something just as clever-and more arrogant-click into action in her brain. She took a deep breath and stared Willy down.
"I hope your two friends are better in bed than you are, Willy," she said, slowly and firmly.
"What the shit does that--? "
"It means," she interrupted, cruelly, "that I hope they can fuck better and longer than you-because frankly, my pet, you're a lousy little quick-shooting phony."
It took only a second for her insult absorbed by both Tom and Jack. And they threw back their heads with a hoot of laughter.
"Hey, cut it out," Willy snarled. "She's shitting you guys! Hell, she told me I could fuck like a horse!"
"HEE-HAAAAAAW!" Tom blurted, laughing again.
And Jack joined in the derision, poking poor Willy in the ribs with the point of his finger.
"I'll bet you guys I can make her cum more times than both of you dumb fuckers put together!" Willy boomed.
"Prove it," Miss Harble said, flatly.
Willy's eyes were flashing with a combination of lust and anger. "Go ahead and ball her, Tom," he commanded. "Fuck the shit out of her sassy snatch-and I'll betcha ten bucks I can hump her longer and better!"
"Hey, how about me?" Jack grunted.
"Don't worry, hero," Willy snapped. "There'll be plenty of her ass left for you."
All the talk, all the honing of their teen-aged passion and their egotistical male pride, had served to build the fires of need in her blood.
Her cunt was pooching out yearningly, the inner lips growing thick and hot, her clitoris rising like an erotic lump. She thought that if she had to wait one more second to feel Tom's beautiful black prick funneling into her wet slit, she'd scream!
"Go to it, stud," Jack breathed toward his Negro pal. "Let's see if you can get that big dick of yours all the way into her white cunt!"
The challenge to Tom was even more personal.
He fully intended to show up his skeptical friends-and he knew the only way to do that was to give the white woman sprawled willingly under him what his big brothers called a honey-fuck!
Tom shifted positions above her so that he was quickly in a crouching, doggie position over her thighs. He didn't have to force her legs apart. She did that eagerly for him, even pushing her lickerish pussy up to meet whatever he had to give.
What Tom had to offer her was at least nine hard inches of black meat-one of those almost unmanageable, uncircumcised coon pricks that nice white ladies dream about!
She had time only to see the pink bulb of his cock peeking out of the dark snout of foreskin before he forced it smoothly between the stretching folds of her cunt.
She naturally enough expected him to ram the whole thing all the way up her pussy, filling her to the womb, proving to her what a big mother-fucking cock he had on him.
But he didn't.
Instead, he held off from her, not even touching the rest of her heating body-holding contact with her only where the head of his large prick remained snugly enveloped by the lips of her frisky cunt.
It was a very novel kind of stimulation for her, both novel and very nice!
In seconds, she felt the outer folds of her pussy contracting, squeezing, almost nibbling at the proud tip of his big but boyish cock!
Then, to her frustration, he pulled his prick almost completely out of her. He moved his naked black buttocks only enough to cause his enormously stiffened penis to slide slickly within the hair-rimmed circle of her opening.
The titillation was almost unbearable!
"P-put it in!" she whispered, hoarsely.
"Yeah," Willy grumbled from the sidelines. "Hell, fuck her and get it over with!"
But Tom was doing the honey-fuck-and it was something only black guys could do well. And it was also the kind of unique pussy-baiting, cunt-teasing, hole-pleasing maneuver that could turn any frigid female into a slathering whore, if done right.
And Tom knew how to do it right!
He fed the head of his prick into her once more, repeated the process, did it again, repeating the cuntal-lip rubbing business. Then did it slowly again.
Miss Harble was hot.
Prick-hungry hot!
She wanted that black-buck cock inside of her. All the way inside! She wanted to feel Tom's smooth, sooty balls pressing against the crack of her ass! And she didn't give a damn now who was watching!
"Fuck me!" she groaned, sluttishly. "FUCK ME, DAMMIT!! "
She heard Jack chuckle appreciatively, and at the same time another flash bulb exploded. But she was beyond caring about anything but the maddening itch between her legs!
Tom inched a little more of his oversized black cock into the pinkly slitted mouth of her cunt. Her loins rippled with pleasure and waited for more.
But Tom drew his prick slowly out again to the trembling, wet lips of her pussy. Once more, with just the head of his dick, he gently massaged the sodden circle of her sex until her hormones were sizzling like hot coals.
Then he rode his meat into her again, this time almost half-way the full length of his teenaged cock.
Her cunt gulped and sucked at the hard rod, begging for more!
But instead of giving her what she really wanted, he slowly rotated his hips again so that his prick moved around the itching inner walls of her pussy. The technique made her vagina bloat with joy, burn to the center of her womb with the salacious need to simply be fucked.
He didn't fuck her. Not yet.
He drew his prick so slowly back out to the edges of her foaming cuntal lips that she tossed her head from side to side and moaned with the agony of being denied his marvelous tool.
"Fuck me," she cooed, savagely. "Fuck me, fuuuck ME!! "
He entered her once again, inch by inch, giving her the full flavor of being tickled to death by the biggest sixteen-year-old pickaninny prick this side of the Mason-Dixon!
"All of it," she whimpered, bucking her blazing thighs up at him, making the distorted folds of her pussy roll meatily around the cylinder of stout dark cock. "Please-PLEASE give me ALL of it!! "
This time he did. With a grinning leer he rode every hellish inch of his champion tool solidly up her hole. The blunt head of his dick rubbed deliciously against the mouth of her womb.
Then he fucked her slowly and steadily for only a couple of minutes, forcing her by the strength of his large peter to gasp with pleasure each time he rode it home.
She approached an incredible orgasm as he forced his cock in and out of her clasping, slurping cunt.
The nipples peaking her tits were huge and pink, sticking out from the amber aureoles like smooth wads of bubblegum.
"S-s-suck these!" she hissed, weakly, circling her tits with her own hands and directing the bursting paps toward Tom's big-lipped mouth.
He leaned over her like a panther, rolling out that long coral tongue of his to lap hungrily on each of her thrilled nipples. Then he closed his thick lips over half of her tit and sucked with steamy concentration-all the time fucking her with a steady rhythm that was making her pussy turn creamy-hot with joy.
The bedsprings creaked wickedly.
Another flash bulb went off.
Her tortured cunt exploded with a series Of wild, deep spasms that flooded Tom's heroic tool with a powerful flood of juices.
He obviously enjoyed her orgasm as much as she did because his cock grew much stiffer inside of her-stiffer and longer until it was like a black battering ram riding in and out of the sappy lips of her cunt.
He kept fucking her even as her liquids trickled wetly from the corners of her hole, wetting his balls.
"Hey, man," Jack whispered, hotly, "let somebody else get a little of that."
At the sound of Jack's voice, she opened her eyes and glanced with fogged sensuality to her left. She saw that both Jack and Willy had taken off their clothes. They were stark naked, their adolescent pricks hard and pointing. Willy still had the camera in his hand, and he was focusing on a close-up of Tom's husky cock ramrodding dutifully in and out of her slit.
The flash went off, and almost at the same time Tom let out a deep grunt of animal lust and filled her tender snatch with glut after glut of hot sperm.
Tom's enormously potent prick seemed to shoot like a hot pistol, and since the head of it was lodged snugly into her uterus she felt each salvo of his lusty balls with more salacious joy than he could have imagined.
Her pussy contracted tightly around the bloated black cock and greedily milked it of every boiling drop of sperm.
It was only when Tom was thoroughly satisfied himself that he reluctantly pulled his still-swollen penis out of her twat. It came out slurping wetly-only to be replaced by the thick, iron-hard cock of the boy named Jack!
Apparently Willy had forgotten his vow to fuck her next ... not that she cared!
Jack was smaller of body than Tom, but he was not as patient as his black pal. He was on her to fuck her, and that was exactly what he started doing the second he crammed his horny peter into place!
If she had thought being fucked again so soon might be boring, she soon changed her mind.
Jack was an All-American little stud, and the way he drove his hard-on into her lathered cunt pleasured her right to her ears!
"Yes," she purred, moving her loins in a wanton rhythm to mine the most enchantment as possible from Jack's pistoning prick. "Yes, fast like that! And faster! FASTER!! "
He accommodated her lustiness by suddenly speeding up his thrusts, bucking between her spraddled thighs like a drunk, teenaged sailor. She could feel his firm young balls slapping like fists against the curve of her buttocks, and with a deep sigh of pleasure she crab-walked her legs up over his rocketing hips.
She was still in that position, ankles locked above Jack's plunging ass, her spread buttocks lifted up and almost touching his own nude butt, when Willy walked over to the foot of the bed and put his index finger into her anus.
Willy stood grinning-just like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike-watching Jack savagely fuck his aunt. He didn't have his finger far into her puckered ass-hole, but far enough that she could feel it.
"Tell me when you're about to cum, Aunt Mary," Willy said, a teasing hardness to his voice, "and I'll show you something that will thrill the shit out of you."
She was already being thrilled by Jack's ramming young prick. It was sawing wetly and hotly to the very core of her, and she knew that only a few more minutes of such vigorous, youthful fucking and her randy old cunt would reward him with a lewd gushering of juice.
Tom stood for the moment on the sidelines, his long black cock hanging between his legs, still half-swollen and gleaming from the love-bath her cunt had given it. It looked very much as if it would rise again at any moment and be ready to take on her slutty gash with more power than ever.
But Jack was in the saddle right now-and the way he was riding her was like a stallion mounted on a hot mare!
"Fuck her, man!" Willy commanded, inching his finger a bit deeper into her resisting ass-hole. "Ram your prick right up into her throat!"
Jack was doing his best!
With each determined plunge of his cock he buried himself to the balls. And from where Willy stood with his finger lodged into his aunt's tight rectum, his pal Jack was no slouch as a stud. He could see the way Jack's burly prick powered back the slick folds of pussy on the inward thrusts, then rolled them out like a hairy mouth on the upward strokes.
Willy knew his Aunt Mary was getting her goddam cunt fucked with that extra spice which comes from doing it with strangers.
As for Miss Harble, her budding slit held on to Jack's funneling cock from head to root. She loved the persistent thrusting power of it, the naughty hot slap of his balls just above the place where Willy's finger was stuck into her ass.
It was all making her want to cum again, and she knew that all it would take would be for the cute little fucker on top of her to speed up his tempo.
"Faster!" she whispered. "Go faster!! "
Although he was already panting, Jack began to screw her so hard and fast that her teeth rattled! He pounded up and down between her clasping thighs, digging his knees deep into the mattress, holding on to both of her tits as if they were saddle horns!
"Oh ... aaahh! OOHH!"
She began to thrash around in those last few sweetly delicious seconds before the friction of prick-in-pussy brings the female to a climax.
She dug her hands into Jack's forearms, she lifted her thighs in a quivering thrust, she threw back her head and slathered her tongue wetly forward-and then she spasmed like a goat.
At the very beginning of her orgasm, Willy crammed his finger into her relaxing ass-hole to the second knuckle. It took a moment for her senses to respond to this erotic attack, but when she did it was enough to trigger another wilder, deeper spasm of lust. The sphincter muscles in her rectum not only greedily absorbed Willy's invading finger, her whole ass-hole seemed to bloat and constrict in pleasure.
Willy only grinned as he felt her anus throbbing around his finger, and when he saw the froth of juice bubbling from the stretched circle of her cunt, he sawed his finger back and forth-finger-fucking her right in the hot old ass!
Having a grown woman climax with his prick inside of her was much more than Jack's heated brain could take without the needed release of tension. So at the very peak of her spasming joy, he made a face of lust, felt his balls tighten and tingle, then shot off violently into her cunt.
She could feel Jack's sperm bolting like thick white cream into the center of her convulsed slit, and the wickedness of having a sixteen-year-old boy she had never met filling her pussy with his lusty spurting triggered still another deeply felt spasm of pleasure inside her.
And she didn't want to give Jack up.
She lifted her buttocks even higher, holding the teenager a prisoner to her still unsatiated cunt.
"Fuck me again!" she purred, huskily.
A man might have failed the test-but not a sex-crazed boy! Jack's rogue young cock did not soften after one shooting of his balls, and immediately he began to repeat his amorous thrusts up her twat.
This time Willy and Tom got into the act. On Willy's suggestion, Tom drove his fully stiffened black prick up her ass-hole to the balls-giving her much more to enjoy than her nephew's wriggling finger.
And without a modest bone in his body, Willy stood by the side of the bed and forced her to suck on his sturdy cock while he cynically fucked her mouth-plunging all of his prick down her throat each time until his balls were crammed against her chin.
She felt just like one of the models in the filthy magazines.
And she was loving every sinful second of it!
CHAPTER TEN
She woke up the next morning quite alone.
The sheets under her bruised and sweaty-body were sopping wet with sperm, juices of expended passion, the shocking yet stimulating odors left by the thrashing of three young bodies beside her in one bed.
She had been fucked by them all-and she had sucked them all. Not once, but more times than she could remember.
Instead of guilt, she felt something more akin to a dark liberation of her senses. And even now, as she lay with her legs spread obscenely apart, . she found herself yearning for just one more stiff boy-prick. Just one more glorious, grunting fuck.
She was still thinking about sex when the bedroom door creaked open and Willy came into the room bearing a big breakfast tray
He was dressed in only his cutoffs, but she could see the lusty bulge at his crotch-as if his lubricous young cock had not yet fully gone down to normal size.
"Hungry, Aunt Mary?" he-called out, cheerfully.
She sat up on her elbows, unconcerned that she was totally nude-and caring less that her tits were puffy from the young mouths that had sucked on them half the night.
Willy brought the tray over to her night table and set it down. It was a good, big breakfast for a gal who had worked so hard.
He sat on the edge of the bed while she wolfed down the food. It was only when she was through that she thought to ask the obvious question.
"Where are the other two?"
Willy grinned. "They left. Poor old Jack-Jesus, I think you milked his balls to death. He said you made him cum five times."
She smiled back, feeling a faint itch at the center of her cunt. Just remembering how that puffing little lout had screwed her was making her hot to trot!
"That was naughty of you, Willy," she breathed. "Where on earth did Jack come from?"
"We had it all planned. After you turned out your light, he came into the apartment. He'd been sitting on the steps outside for hours."
"And the pictures you took?"
Willy's eyes narrowed, but his mischievous grin held firm. "I meant what I said about the pictures, Aunt Mary. Tom took the camera home with him-and the film."
"Didn't I do what you wanted?" she protested, softly.
"Only half of it. Remember what I said about the deal being in two parts?"
"And the second part?"
"Simple. I want to put your pussy to work for me."
At first she thought her ears weren't functioning properly. But when he repeated his brutal announcement, her heart began to pound.
"W-what do you mean, Willy?"
'Tom and Jack and me need some money. We want to go into good motorbikes-and the only way we've got to come up with the dough is to put your cunt into action. How would you like to get fucked by the whole high school football team?"
This time she heard perfectly well-and her ears burned and buzzed in amazement.
"Are you insane!? " she gasped.
Willy chuckled, then reached over and tweaked one of her tender, firm nipples. Then his other hand touched the second nipple.
"I have to live in this city," she hissed, helplessly. "Do you think I can get away with-"
"Relax," Willy grinned, "we've figured all that out." His fingers were still around her nipples gently squeezing them, teasing them to new life. "Jack has sneaked one of his mom's stretch wigs out of the house, and you can wear that big pair of dark sunglasses I saw you in once."
She wanted to tell Willy to stop playing with her tits, but both her nipples were growing fat and plump, and the way he was toying with her was making something happen inside her cunt, too.
"B-but they will want to know who I am," she protested softly. "All those boys will be curious!"
Willy shrugged, not looking at her but at her tits. Watching those nice pink paps bloating against his thumbs.
"We've taken care of that, too," he breathed. "We told the guys that we could hire this-uh-whore from Parson City. We told them it would cost five bucks apiece. Hell, they don't give a shit who you are. All they want is a chance to fuck a grown woman. And you oughta think about that part, Aunt Mary. I mean, the way you dig young guys, just think about being alone with twenty of them-all hot and horny as bulls. You'll get enough hard fucking to last you a month!"
She was thinking about it.
Her pussy seemed to be considering it, too. She could feel the lips of her crazed cunt parting-just as if twenty boys with big, hard pricks were already lined up outside her bedroom door!
As if sensing her growing mood, Willy slipped one of his hands off her trembling tit and slid it expertly down between her legs. He cupped her moist and hairy cunt in the palm of his hand and began to rub her gently, moving his palm just forcefully enough to make her hole ache with pleasure.
"How about it, Aunt Mary? There's a hundred bucks in it for Tom, Jack, and me. Nobody will ever know who you are-and I promise you the time of your life. Four solid hours of the best goddamned fucking you'll ever have."
Her cunt was pouting out hotly now against his moving hand.
"When?" she managed, raggedly.
"Tonight."
She felt a thrill of lust go through her body, and the hairs circling her heating pussy seemed to crackle with electricity as Willy's taunting hand groped and petted her.
"Want me to fuck you while you think about it?" Willy whispered, his handsome young face flushed with the excitement of feeling up a cunt he knew he could ball for the asking.
She couldn't resist the invitation!
In seconds Willy had ripped down his cutoffs and was on top of her. His prick was as hard as if he hadn't had sex in a week. He took her the way he used to, shoving his whole cock right up her yielding slit to the balls. Then he methodically fucked her until her guttural, throaty gasps told him that she was only a breath away from her climax.
Then he stopped, letting her pussy throb and quiver around the hard column of his meat.
"Say yes, Aunt Mary," he breathed.
Her voice almost scorched his face. "YES-
BUT MAKE ME CUM!! "
With a slack, triumphant grin, he went to work again on her sucking cunt. He fucked her a bit faster now, making his firm, naked buttocks rise and fall with pile-driving force until she hummed like a bee and began to spasm with uncontrollable pleasure.
She poured hot juices over his balls for several lustful seconds before he got his own rocks off. Then, with a vigor that only teen-aged males can muster, he filled her bloated cunt with several thick gluts of sperm.
But even after his prick was soft and he had pulled it out of her dripping slit, she was hungry for more...
At exactly seven o'clock that evening, Jack and Tom appeared again at the apartment.
Jack had the dark stretch-wig he had secretly borrowed from his mother, and Tom had brought along an item that he thought would "turn the guys on like hell." It was something he had snitched out of his sister's wardrobe-a novelty garment made of red nylon that the female could wear as a blouse. Only this blouse came down just to the navel, and there were round cut-outs in front for the tits to stick through.
"My sis used to wear this at parties," Tom grinned, sticking one of his black fingers through a tit-peek hole and wriggling it like a distended nipple. "No wonder she got her hot pussy fucked so many times!" f "Model it for us," Jack suggested. "The wig, the glasses, the whole bit. See if it turns us on."
She knew she could hardly pretend to be modest in front of three boys who had spent the night before fucking her in every position in the book!
While the three boys waited on the living room sofa, she went into the downstairs John and took off her clothes. She got into the nylon blouse, pulled on the stretch wig and dark glasses, then painted her lips with the brightest red lipstick she had. She didn't even recognize herself in the mirror!
She came back to the living room with the blouse fitting her exactly the way it was meant to. That is, both of her pointing tits were sticking through the twin holes-enough to tempt a saint!
"Jesus!" Jack husked, catching sight of her. "You talk about hard-on material!"
"Yeah," Tom whistled, showing all his white teeth in his black face. "I could fuck a little of that tail myself!"
It was only Willy who made a face, barely glancing at the nearly nude figure of his aunt. "C'mon, you guys," he complained. "We haven't got time for any shit. We'll be late."
But Miss Harble was enjoying it. Somehow, the costume made her less self-conscious-as if she were another person. She wondered what a psychiatrist would say about her assuming so quickly a split-personality.
She paraded a bit more in front of her audience, posing here and there against various pieces of furniture-exposing her tits and pussy in the most stimulating ways she could think of.
Both Jack and Tom got enormous hard-ons. Both of their pricks bulged up lewdly against their legs.
"Hey, Aunt Mary, cut it out," Willy grunted. "You're turning these two cunt-hounds on. Save it until later. We'll all fuck you as much as you want when we get home."
Willy had a little difficulty in convincing his pals that there was anything wrong with knocking off a couple of quick pieces before leaving. But he finally succeeded-and not getting balled only honed the swelling itch between Miss Harble's legs.
The place where they were going was the house out in the country which Willy had told her about a week or so before. Just an old deserted farm house, as isolated as Mars, which some of the high school boys had fixed up a little for weekend beer parties and sex marathons-when they could get girls willing to go along with a gang-bang.
They drove out in Jack's father's car. Since he had a part-time driving license, there would be no hassle with the police in case they were stopped.
Willy sat up in the front seat with Jack, and Miss Harble and Tom shared the backseat.
"Man," Tom groaned after they had gone only a block, "lemme fuck her back here. Ain't no harm in that."
"No fucking," Willy commanded. "You think we want to take her in with your alleycat sperm dripping from her slit."
On that sour note, Tom cupped his hand against Miss Harble's ear and whispered something suggestive to her. She nodded, and seconds later Tom had his big black prick out of his pants and had scooted far back into the corner of the car.
Miss Harble leaned over and Tom fed most of his enormous incredibly potent cock into her mouth. She loved the warm, funky taste of his dark prick-and with her untouched pussy twitching with frustration, she slowly and greedily sucked Tom until his penis was like a column of stone.
Willy glanced back a couple of times, but said nothing. It was the kind of compromise that he could go along with. After all, cocksucking didn't really count!
Because Tom had that special ability that a lot of blacks have-the ability to hold off his ejaculation until he has really had some fun-it took most of the trip to satisfy his needs. Not that she cared, or complained. The more she licked and tongued his titan prick, the tastier it seemed to her. And when his climax finally approached, she knew it from the quiver that went from the root to the tip.
"Go down on it," Tom hissed, roughly. "Eat that big thing right down to the balls!"
She rode every inch of his teenaged monster into her throat, holding it sheathed as tears came to her eyes. But it was just what he needed, and with one or two salacious gasps of joy he raised his hips and rewarded her with several powerful discharges of hot spunk!
She kept stubbornly sucking and loving his big dick until it grew reasonably soft in her mouth. Then she pulled her lips away and licked it lovingly from one end to the other, cleaning it for him the way a mother cat cleans her favorite kitten.
"Hey, we're almost there," Willy said from the front seat, "so I hope you guys are through messing around back there."
"All through, Mister Charlie," Tom sighed, grinning and slowly stuffing his satisfied peter back into her pants. Then he reached over and slipped his hand under the raincoat Miss Harble was wearing over her nearly nude body. He found her willing pussy and played with it for a few seconds, tickling her so well that the hair-rimmed cuntal lips swelled out hotly, wetly.
Then Tom drew his hand back, sniffed his fingers, winked at her and grinned again.
When they reached the turn-off that led a half-mile or so up a dirt road to the farm house, Miss Harble felt such a sudden throbbing of excitement in her blood that she could barely breathe.
It was as if she had lived all her life-spent all those dull and sexless hours in a library-just to come finally to this moment, this happy reward.
Call me a whore, she thought with wild abandon, call me a hopeless nymphomaniac-I don't care, as long as I get fucked until I'm satisfied!
They reached the house and drove around in back. About a dozen cars, most of them hot rods, were clustered near the back door. A couple of teenaged boys were sitting on the steps of the house with beers in their hands.
"Remember," Willy whispered into the back seat. "If anybody asks you, you work in a hotel in Parson City. Tell 'em they can look you up any weekend."
Miss Harble nodded, pulling at her black stretch wig to make sure it was in place.
The three boys she was with ushered her into the house and up the stairs. She just had time for a glance into the half-dark living room of the sagging old farmhouse. The room seemed filled with boys, all with beer cans. Music was blaring from a stereo in one corner, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of high-school football pennants on the wall arranged around some large Playboy pullouts of naked females.
When the gaggle of males caught sight of her they moved toward the stairs in a group, catcalling and whistling and yelling lewd words of encouragement to Willy.
Tom and Jack momentarily stayed behind to hold back the lusty mob, and Willy took her on upstairs, then down the hall to a room at the very end.
"You can take them one at a time for the first go-around," Willy said, casually. Then he gave her what could only pass for a vaguely concerned look. "You sure you're up to this kind of orgy. Some of those studs down there are real fucking machines."
She gave him a glittering stare.
"Do you think I'd be here if I didn't want to be fucked, you silly bastard?"
He looked blank, then grinned. "Hey, right on, Auntie-baby. Get that horny old twat of yours exercised right tonight!"
"I intend to!"
There was nothing in the small room but an old mattress on the floor, a few smashed and empty beer cans and a lot of cigarette stubs on the floor that hadn't been swept in ages.
It reminded her of the decadent atmosphere of the motel where Phil Foster had taken her to heaven with that beautiful, boyish prick of his.
But tonight she had twenty Phil Fosters to fuck!!
The first customer up the stairs was the quarterback for the high school team-a tall, muscular young stud with a 69 numbered T-shirts. He came in swinging his beer and unbuttoning his pants, a flashing leer of excitement in his half-drunken eyes.
"Spread 'em, doll," he said, huskily, "I may be the first one-but I'll goddam sure bet I'm the best one!"
She was already on the mattress with her legs invitingly apart, her pussy tingling with expectation. She watched her first champion stud pull off his pants and shorts with that numb hypnotized eagerness of a born harlot.
And when she saw what he had swinging between his strong young legs, the corners of her mouth pulled up almost to her ears in a wide, appreciative grin.
He was hung like a horse.
He stood for a moment with his legs apart, his prick rising up into a beautiful stiff club of lust as he swigged down the last of his beer. Then he crushed the can in one hand and tossed it clattering to the side of the room.
Wiping the back of his mouth, he grinned wickedly at her and stroked his growing hard-on with one hand.
"You like 'em big?" he demanded.
She nodded, her whole cunt beginning to twitch. She could feel her clitoris rising like a thumb.
He drank in her flushed cheeks, her partly opened mouth, and then stared greedily at the dark thatch of hair that barely covered her stretched, scarlet slit.
"I'll bet you'd even like to suck on this big jumbo," he breathed. He stroked his stony erection again, obviously enjoying building both of them up for the good fuck to follow. "Wanta suck on it? Wanta blow my hard meat for me?"
She could only nod at him, too weak to make conversation.
He chuckled to himself. "Yeah, sure you would. I'll bet a hot old whore like you would rather eat a young guy's prick than take a paid vacation!"
She nodded again, unable to take her eyes off that horizontal column of stiff flesh riding out from the puff of pubic hair between his legs.
Then he swaggered over to the mattress and dropped to his knees between her own legs. He pushed her thighs apart until her cunt was a gaping, wet gash of need-capable now of taking a cock even twice the size of his.
"Let's see if you know how to fuck," he snarled, holding his stiffened penis at the root and shoving the head of it deep into her succulent slit.
The delicious warmth of her hairy pussy turned him on like an animal, and he fell over her as he thrust the whole length of his tool far up into her womb.
"Yeah, good stuff!" he whispered, his cock throbbing with pleasure as the grainy walls of her cunt constricted tightly to hold him. "Good old-fashioned poontang!"
Those were the last words between them.
With the savage need to prove he was the man his prick promised, he began to fuck her with punishing thrusts of his strong buttocks.
His beery breath stung her face, but she was already so lost in the overpowering joy of being at last screwed that she merely threw back her head and clenched the tip of her tongue between her teeth.
He was good.
Very good.
His prick seemed to grow longer and harder inside of her, fucking with deep strokes that made even her ass-hole pucker and twitch with pleasure!
It was the kind of picture she wished Willy was there to record with his camera ... a healthy, well-hung, seventeen-year-old stud fucking the hell out of a naked and willing woman old enough to be his mother. And both of them loving it!
He primed and pumped her juices up so quickly that her continuous spasms of completed lust triggered his own lecherous balls to shoot like small cannons into her cunt.
Finally he was through, and pulling his horsy, wickedly swollen prick out of her sloppy cunt with a sucking noise that made both of them grin.
He walked to the door of the room, his veined and dripping cock wagging proudly between his legs. Then he yelled downstairs that magic word that was like a valentine to her night-long lust.
"NEXT!! ! "
CHAPTER ELEVEN
At first she lost track of time-and finally she lost track of the number of times she was fucked.
They came in an endless marching line-boy soldiers to service her lust. And she took them all, one after the other, her cunt gulping down their swollen erections right to the balls, then working with them until she had milked them dry.
Her pussy was almost a shapeless oval of contented meat, pouting and throbbing, hair matted with sperm.
And then Willy came back.
"Party time, Aunt Mary," he grinned. "We want you to come on downstairs now."
She stared up from the rumpled mattress at the body of her cute nephew, and remembered that he had not performed.
"Fuck me, Willy," she whispered, coarsely.
He only gave her a look bordering on amused contempt. "We've got plenty of time for that at home. Right now I've got to see that the guys get their money's worth. All they want to do is play a little game with you."
At that moment both Tom and Jack appeared at the bedroom door.
"Christamighty," Tom breathed, licking his lips at the sight of her ravished cunt and those hugely distended tits sticking out of the holes in his sister's naughty blouse. "You done got yourself fucked, baby."
"C'mon," Willy snapped. "Help me get her downstairs."
She could barely remember being carried down-except for the way Jack's eager hands buried themselves in her warm buttocks and the way Tom fumbled with her nipples at every opportunity. But later she would remember very clearly what happened to her when she did reach those howling young wolves in the living room below.
They had fun-and-games in mine"!
Every boy was buck-naked, the music was blaring, the cold beer was plentiful-and they had even posted lookouts to make sure that no honest-john citizen wandered up the country road to spoil their teenaged orgy.
Jack and Tom carried her to a big leather chair in the middle of the room. When they deposited her into it, they lifted her legs up over the arms so that her cunt was exposed to its fullest. And since every male in the room had fucked that whiskered hole at least once, they gathered around to look at it-the pulpy handiwork of their collective lusts.
"Game time," Willy announced. "We need twelve guys for the first game-six for the punchboard and six for the suction pump!"
She had no idea what Willy meant, but it was obviously a game the boys had played before with one or more lucky females!
The dozen youths were easily and quickly recruited. They lined up in two lines of six each, one line in front of her available cunt and the other beside her chair.
"You know the rules," Willy hummed, like some professional coach at a sexual Olympics, "you can only stick it in and pull it out-no fucking, no pumping, no cheating. And may the best jock win!"
She had the picture now, and her eyes narrowed behind the dark circles of her glasses. Her mouth twitched in a slack grin of appreciation, while her clitoris-which had been hard and aroused for an hour already-seemed to stick up an inch from the soft folds of her cunt.
"Get ready, everybody," Willy called. "And now ... GO!! "
The first rascal in each line moved to do his duty. The one in front of her shoved his fully hardened prick deep into her liquefied pussy-all the way up to the balls. And the first boy in the line beside her chair forced her to open her mouth by rubbing the spongy head of his penis over her lips. She took the second youth orally, rolling her tongue wetly along his engorged column as he fed it to her up to his pubic hair.
Then both of the teenagers pulled their wet cocks out of her two holes and let the second guys in line repeat the process.
At first she didn't like the game.
She didn't enjoy having them put their pricks so briefly into her. Just as she would feel the delicious pleasure of having her cunt and mouth filled simultaneously, they would pull back out-leaving her pussy hot and dripping and her tongue salaciously licking the air.
But the game quite soon took on a new and kinky flavor.
The more cocks that were crammed into her, the hotter she became-and the novelty of so many different shapes and sizes in boyish tools educated her ravished slit in a hurry!
One guy would shove a good nine inches into her seething twat, driving it so far up her womb that she would come close to a molten climax. But he would pull it out before she could spasm, and the next penis might be only half that size-a short, thick, stiff dick that would throb madly against the inner lips of her vagina and thus produce an entirely different kind of pleasure.
It was the same with the six stout pricks that were funneled one after the other into her mouth. They were all different, but all delicious, and as she grew wilder with the passionate need to taste hot sperm she covertly wormed her tongue in circles over the head of the particular cock in her mouth and sucked like a vampire while she had the chance.
The point eventually became very clear.
It was a game to see who could hold off shooting his balls the longest.
In time all of the overheated pricks began to reach their limits of endurance. One after the other it became more frustrating for the horny young studs to have to pull their violently stiffened rods slowly out of her clasping cunt-and already each of their cocks were wet with either the boiling juices dribbling from the lips of her pussy, or with the hot slob-berings of her tongue.
And then the chain reaction began.
The first to shoot her lecherous cunt full of sperm was the youngest of the group-a fourteen-year-old redhead with a prick on him that would have made any teenaged girl faint with pleasure. When it came his turn to enter her slit, he thrust his bloated cock right up to the mouth of her womb and discharged like a musket. He sent so much hot cum exploding inside her pussy that it dripped from the corners of her stretched snatch like thick, warm gravy.
Then the redhead, flushed with satisfaction, drew his smoking prick from her slick cunt and let the next jock have his chance.
They all began to go off like firecrackers.
Sometimes she would have the coupled joy of one cock shooting off wilding in her pussy while another filled her throat with several ounces of boyish cream.
It was all more than her salacious nature could take, and she began to spasm in regular tempo to their multiple orgasms.
It ultimately boiled down to a combat between two of the better-hung, older boys. Both of them had pricks like young stallions-and both of them were in the fucking line.
"Screw her for a count of twenty," Willy coached from the sidelines, "then pull your dick out and let the other guy do it for the same length of time!"
The whole room of boys had gathered around her now, laughing and swigging their beers as the two stud champions went to work on her Tike drunken sailors on a Mexican whore.
She was fucked hard, over and over, while the whole chorus of young males kept up a chanting count of one to twenty. The picture of her slumped in the big leather chair, her head thrown back and her mouth open, her tits sticking out wetly in different directions, her cunt filled constantly with one or the other of the two big teenaged pricks, was a sight that would have made an old man get a hard-on!
"Man," one of the boys whispered. "Look at her old cunt juice off! She's loving that stuff!"
And indeed she was. It was the kind of contest every female in the world must dream about at one time or another. A contest that placed her sluttish hole at the eager disposal of two healthy studs with pricks made of stone!
But neither of the potent young males were robots and, after five or ten minutes of savage thrusting, one of them gasped out a lusty grunt and emptied his aching balls of every drop of sperm. She took his load with a constricting thrill of her whole cunt, and climaxed greedily to mix her juices with his.
The one left-his cock still hard and stiff between his legs-had won the day. And he had also won the privilege of taking his time about fucking her in his own way.
Maddened already with the sharpened lust, the boy drove his cock hair-deep into her rutty slit and screwed her with such teeth-shattering force that her tits jiggled like jelly!
After only a few minutes of such powerful fucking, the last of the "punchboard" males surrendered his sperm to the nipping heat of her cunt, and poured what felt like a quart of hot spunk up her bowels.
It had been a fun kind of game.
But there were more to be played!
After all, her ass-hole was still virgin territory !
The cornholing festivity seemed something very special to the ritual antics of the football team. Apparently, they had found few girls who would submit to letting some dozen or more horny cocks pump madly into their back holes.
But in Miss Harble, they found a willing mascot!
As if to hide the perversity of the game, they turned out the lights-all except a faint twenty-five watt bulb over in the corner. She was lifted out of the chair by a dozen strong young arms and maneuvered to the center of th room where she was forced to get into a doggie position. All she was aware of were the shuffling feet of some twenty naked boys, the husky male breathing as they placed her in readiness for a gang-banging of her ass-hole.
But they wanted her to really turn on when their pricks went to work on her scupper, and to that end one of the boys shoved something into her face. It was difficult to make it out in the half-dark room; but it looked to her like a big flashlight.
"Ever had a vibrator up your pussy?" the boy demanded, then he laughed throatily. "You'll like this whopper, honey. It's ten to eleven inches of black rubber, and it's got a three-speed motor. Ready or not, here it comes!"
Somebody pulled her legs apart, setting her the way a proud owner might set the legs of his show-dog. Then she suddenly felt the huge rubber dildo go up her sodden cunt. Since her hole was so completely lubricated, the boy had no trouble getting the hellish instrument all the way up her stretching slit.
And then somebody turned the battery-run motor on the slow speed.
If she had ever had the joy of feeling her whole pussy massaged from one end to the other, this was it!
Her cunt quivered and shimmied happily, contracting and sucking at the large, false penis that was crammed into her right to her womb.
"Now let's fuck the hot bitch," somebody snarled. "Line up, men-and screw the holy shit out of that sweet ass!"
She was not really a virgin between her buttocks. She had the delicious, lewd memory of Tom's large, long Negro prick fucking her like a horse back there. But she didn't intend to let them know she liked it that way.
Let them think they were making her love being corn-holed for the first time!
The cocks began to work on her one at a time. She had no idea who was fucking her, but she didn't give a damn. All of them were hard and throbbing-and the bigger they were the tighter the frisky muscles of her anus held on to them.
Meanwhile, the vibrator was keeping her cunt busy. It was so much better than a real prick because it jiggled constantly inside of her, never changed shape, and turned the slippery walls of her vagina into one grainy, cloying sheath of lust.
Her fissure at the back grew larger and hotter as each successive penis entered, pumped her, shot off a stream of hot sperm and pulled back out.
One prick was so brutally large that the owner of it had to hold her buttocks in both hands and literally bang his way into her ass-hole. And the second the oversized tool rode like a bar of iron deep into her rectum, she gasped in luscious pain and flooded the vibrator with a gush of her own juices.
"She's cummin," somebody chuckled. "Look at her cunt spew!"
Just for kicks-and while the big prick was still fucking lustily away between her buttocks-somebody reached under her legs and began to tease her clitoris.
It was more than she could take, and again she gagged with the surfeit of joy and spilled an even hotter gush of liquids over the fingers of the boy rubbing her clit.
The pattern continued for the next twenty minutes or so. One prick after another engineering its way up her ass, fucking her savagely, bolting hot cum on top of the collected sperm already there, then pulling out with a slurp so that the next cock could take its place.
And her clit was never left alone. A dozen different sets of fingers took up the lascivious work of pulling and toying with that distended muscle of lust. And each time the maddening vibrator combined with the prick balling her rear and the rubbing fingers on her clit, she would spasm all over again!
Then they went to work on her mouth and tits.
A boy lay on his back on either side of her and pulled her swollen tits in separate directions so that they could suck on them like calves. It drove her wild to feel two hot, strong mouths milking the itchy hotness of her firmly coned tits. And both young males seemed expert at it because they each circled the base of her tits with both their hands and gently squeezed away as they gluttonously tongued and sucked her nipples.
She could only moan and purr with delight!
The only orifice left to satisfy the lust of so many different males was her own mouth-a very willing and useful tool to satisfy the unflagging stiffness of teenaged pricks.
They squatted and knelt in front of her, six or seven at least before it was over, and offered her the tasty feast of one bone-hard cock after another.
She sucked them all, gobbling up the hotly spitting sperm from each horny tool until she thought her lungs would burst.
It was a very long time before they were through with her ass, and even after the last cock had been satisfied somebody switched the vibrator from her pussy to her anus. The big cylinder of rubber oozed like a bedpost deep into her throbbing rectum and ticked her into one last gushering climax.
Then they let her rest a bit.
She was allowed to go to the John and wash her cunt and ass-hole with warm water. After she had done that, she looked at herself in the cracked, dim mirror above the lavatory and allowed a private grin to crawl up from the corners of her mouth.
"They think they are using me," she breathed, huskily. "And if those oversexed, beautiful little apes out there could only know how I'm enjoying this, they'd keep humping my pussy for a week!"
She went back to the party with her slit perky and refreshed, and quite ready for anything they could dream up!
And what they had in mind was a grand finale that would have made the hormones dance in a whore twice her age. All twenty of them wanted to eat her pussy!
The mere thought of having twenty lusty young tongues sucking and thrusting up her hairy twat made her flesh burn with excitement.
"Think you can take that much cunt diving?" one of them demanded, smirking with his tongue half out of his mouth already.
"Try me," she answered, flatly.
It was the kind of challenge no healthy, half-drunk football team could let pass by!
They used the big leather chair again, positioning her the same way as they had for the punchboard fucking game. One of the drunker young louts even insisted on smelling her pussy to make sure she had washed it properly.
"I ain't eating any goddam ball-juice," he joked, then snuffed along the edges of her slack cunt with loud, hog-like grunts. His antics made the rest of them laugh uproarishly, and before he could rise from between her sprawled legs one of his pals pushed his face right into her snatch.
"If it's clean, EAT IT!! "
And so the first of her pussy admirers not only smelled her hole, but rammed his bestial tongue solidly up inside of it. She was glad he was drunk. Every ounce of shame had been drained from his mind, and he wallowed with his stout tongue up and down the sappy walls of her cunt, lapping and sucking until she was clenching her teeth to keep from screaming with joy.
The drunk bastard finally had to be pulled off of her moist and twitching pussy, and even then he lunged back to give the fat lips between her legs several firm laps of his tongue.
Then the second eager tongue filled her crack.
This one she really liked. He was by far the best looking boy in the place, the kind of handsome, innocent face that might be on a Boy Scout poster. But his cunt-eating technique might have been better than a devil with horns. He began by using his fingertips to pull her tender pussy wide apart, then he sawed his sharp-pointed tongue deep into the hotness of her, wriggling just the tip until she was jerking with unbearable ecstasy.
She finally reached both her hands down and held on to the sides of the handsome face eating her, allowing him to trawl his lustful tongue in and out of her only at her pleasure. But her pleasure was often, and in the end she let him go and slowly rose to the peak of an orgasm as his whole mouth covered her cunt and he tongue-fucked her like mad.
She spasmed hard for the cute young thing feasting between her thighs, and loved him for hotly licking up her expended juices and cleaning the puffed lips of her sex with the flat of his tongue.
And then another took his favored place between her legs, and she found herself growing hot all over again with the bewitching novelty of a thicker, quicker tongue. This one ate her with all the finesse of a sow with his snout in a trough of mush. But the grunting and slurping turned on her lustier nature, and she widened her legs for him and let him suck her right into another deep-vaginal climax.
The fourth tongue followed his, then the fifth. Then another, and another. And another one after that.
Her whole pussy seemed one big churn, and just when she thought she would never be able to spasm again some wild and boyish vigor would transmit itself through a stabbing few inches of tongue-and she would moan with helpless passion and pour a milky tribute down his throat.
In the end they had all sucked her. Every tongue in the room had wormed it wet way up her insatiable hole. But the best of the evening had come when Tom and another black boy had eaten her snatch together.
It was the final show of the evening. Two black, grinning faces pushed together at the fount of her pleasure, both long pink tongues roiling like baby pythons into the pliant softness of her seasoned pussy-lapping and mouth-fucking her until she gave a thin shriek of demented joy and rocketed off into one last delicious surrender of juices.
On the way back home, Tom and Jack sat in the front seat of the car. They were fucked out, contented, silent.
Miss Harble and Willy occupied the back seat. Willy counted the stack of five-dollar bills, and whistled happily under his breath.
"Man, would you believe a hundred bucks we made!"
But it wasn't of money that Miss Harble was thinking. It was the fact that of all the boys at the orgy that evening, only Willy had not fucked her or rammed his cock up her ass, or sucked her tit, or put his grinning mouth up to her cunt.
But she would remedy that, she promised herself, when they got home.
Even if she had to rape the cute little fucker!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The letter Miss Harble had dreaded so much had come the week before-the letter from her sister, Ann, telling her that she was settled and engaged again. And that she would be coming soon to take Willy off her hands.
And today was the day.
Miss Harble was not prepared to give up Willy. Since that night of the orgy with the high school football team, she had learned something very significant about her feeling for her teenaged nephew. And that was the fact that she had fallen desperately, deeply, madly in love with him!
Looking back on it, she realized that if Willy had joined in the general fun of using her body that night she might not have developed such a perverse craving for him. But the fact that he had stood off on the sidelines, resisting her, ignoring her, almost mocking her-all that had turned on that kinky switch in the female makeup that demands the complete attention of any male she desires.
She had ended up that evening lusting after Willy's lean, boyish body with a prurient need that drove spikes of frustration through her cunt.
And she had had him, too-but not on her terms. Willy had seen to it that she paid the full price for trying to play God with him.
After they got home that night, she begged Willy to fuck her. She insisted that despite the round-robin of sex she had just been through with twenty horny boys, she wouldn't be able to get to sleep unless he gave her the summarizing, goodnight balling her pussy needed.
And he had told her very politely to go to hell.
She found herself ranting and raving, begging and pleading, promising the moon to this fifteen-year-old whoremaster who had succeeded in capturing her imagination and some sick part of her mind that demanded incest above everything else.
It was one thing to love being fucked by boys who were strangers to her-but to have her own sister's flesh-and-blood pounding his evil, immoral young prick deep inside her sucking cunt was the kind of forbidden pleasure that made all other joy pale by comparison.
And finally, Willy had agreed that he would take up where they had left off-as paramour, as her make-believe teenaged lover, as the only hot stud who could satisfy her.
But the price she would have to pay for his pleasure came once more in two parts.
The first part was money. She would have to pay him a fat allowance to make love to her-and if she agreed to that, he promised to keep her smoking pussy more than satisfied.
And the second part of the lewd bargain was that she do with him any damn thing he demanded. His youthful mind was ripe with sexual ideas, full of perverted quirks he had read about in dirty books and seen in the pornographic magazines, rank with rabbity desire to try everything in the book with a female who just couldn't say no to him.
And she willingly agreed to both of his obscene proposals!
That very night, after the orgy, she had tasted the first of her nephew's gross demands on her talent.
He made her tongue his ass-hole for twenty minutes by the clock, and when his warmed anus was wet and pink, he forced her to move to his balls and love them with the flat of her tongue until they were firm and hot. Then he lay on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling hard as stone, and coached her how to make him cum his sizzling load simply by slowly but boldly licking on his whole prick with nothing but the tip of her tongue.
She remembered well how long it took to bring off his balls with that technique, brt she loved it as much as he did. And when his sperm at last bolted like lava from the slit in the head of his penis, she caught the full force of it in her eyes and nostrils-the steaming odor of white-hot spunk that rolled down over her lips and tasted like blue-ribbon honey on her tongue!
After that, he fucked her until she reached a deep-throbbing climax, then slept with her the rest of the night.
From that night until the day the letter from her sister came, they had lived in an erotic night-dream of joy. She simply could not rid herself of the insatiable need to possess Willy, and even when Tom or Jack dropped in for a workout with her it was always Willy she was left with-to have and to hold, to fuck and to eat.
And now her damned sister, and the end of it all.
The night before her sister's arrival, she and Willy went almost beyond the limits of sexual exploration. As if to give her something she would always remember, Willy borrowed a French tickler from one of his friends-and, with it lodged like a fat napkin ring around the crown of his cock, he fucked her sucking pussy off and on for two solid hours. She spasmed over and over, horny as a sewer rat, all the while licking Willy's smooth young chest, suckling his hard male nipples, thrusting her wet tongue deep down his throat.
Then, the next morning, both she and Willy dressed in their best and sat waiting on the living room sofa until sister Ann rang. the doorbell.
Only moments before her sister arrived, Miss Harble was kissing Willy hard on the mouth sucking out that warm honey of his saliva, toying and playing her tongue against his, making her twat turn greasy and hot under her panties, and causing Willy to get one of the largest hard-ons ever.
Even as the doorbell chimed, the front of Willy's Sunday pants were tented up with the force of his violently aroused young cock.
"Jesus," Willy whispered, pushing her puckered lips away from his mouth with a soft, slurping noise, "I can't let Mom and that bastard new husband of hers see me like this. Tell her I had to go to the John. I'll come back when my fucking peter gets soft!"
Before Miss Harble could make him promise that he would try. to visit her again very soon, he was trotting off down the hall, holding the bulge of his crotch with one hand.
Then she opened the door.
Her sister Ann was alone, standing there in hat and gloves and a large, fresh corsage pinned to her bosom.
"Hello, Ann," Miss Harble managed, giving her younger sister a pious hug.
Ann stepped back and stared at the flushed, healthy-looking cheeks of her older sister at the new style of hairdo, the trim-fitting dress, the fashionable shoes.
"Really, Mary," Ann breathed, appreciatively. "What on earth has happened to you? You look ten years younger!"
Miss Harble managed a smile. "I guess having Willy around has made me think young."
Ann nodded. "Well, I must say you two must get along very well together. Willy never did anything but give me gray hairs. Where is the little darling?"
"He-uh-had to use the bathroom right before you got here. You know boys. Have a seat, Ann, and tell me about this new prospective husband of yours-and where is he?"
Ann smiled as she took a seat. She fumbled a cigarette out of her purse and absently offered Miss Harble one.
"Oh, I forgot," Ann shrugged, "you don't smoke. My older sister has no vices."
"About your boyfriend, Ann."
"You mean Harry? He's waiting down at the airport. I took a taxi out."
Miss Harble raised an indifferent eyebrow. "But why didn't you bring him out here?"
Ann smiled and lit her cigarette. "I thought it would be better if I saw Willy first, and got him prepared for his new father-to-be. You know how unstable teenaged boys can be. I didn't want him to have a traumatic experience, or anything. Harry thought it would be best, too. Did I tell you in the letter that Harry is quite, quite wealthy?"
"That will be nice for Willy."
"Oh, Harry wants to give him everything he wants. He very much wants a son, and he-"
At that moment Willy came back down the hall. His hard-on was gone-making Miss Harble wonder if he hadn't jacked-off in the John.
And it pained her to think of all that marvelous healthy sperm of his going to waste.
"Darling--! " Ann effused, rising to hug her son in an almost mock display of emotion. "You look all grown up! Has Aunt Mary been taking good care of you?"
The next few minutes were spent in the usual inane pleasantries, but when Ann suggested it was time to go meet Harry, her son had a surprise for her.
"I want you to bring him out here, mom," Willy insisted.
"But Willy-I came out in a taxi. It would take an hour for me to go back, and for me and Harry-"
"I won't go unless you let Aunt Mary meet him."
Miss Harble said nothing, but her heart was beating hard. She knew what Willy was up to!
"I'll stay here with Aunt Mary," Willy announced. "You bring your husband-to-be back out here, and then I'll go with you if Aunt Mary says she-likes Harry."
"Well, of all the-"
But Ann broke off. She knew better than to cross Willy so early in the game. And it was very important to her, it seemed, that her son get off on the right foot with the man she loved.
"All right, Willy. If that's the way you want it."
"That's the way I want it."
The second Ann was out the "door, both Willy and Miss Harble collapsed with naughty laughter.
"I knew I couldn't go off and leave you hot and bothered," Willy explained, reaching out to cup one of her soft and willing tits. "I thought you needed one last farewell fuck!"
"And I thought you'd jacked-off in the John," she responded.
With a triumphant smile he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He was wearing a jockstrap, and the bulge inside of it proved to Miss Harble that his cock had been savagely aroused even while in the presence of his mother!
"You wicked boy," she grinned, moving the tips of her fingers over the promising lump between his legs. "You went down to your room and put on that thing."
"Just an old athletic supporter," he joked, huskily. "Wanta take it off for me?"
Her hands trembled with excitement as she worked the straps down over his hips and firm young buttocks. When she pulled the supporter from his prick, it sprang forward as hard as a stone.
She eouldn't resist the sight of his boldly erect penis, and before he could stop her she ovaled her lips over the head of it and sucked it lovingly against the roof of her mouth.
He stood in place, letting her tongue his coltish rod until it was fully stiffened, and then he pulled it wetly from between her lips.
"Let's fuck," he whispered. "We've got almost an hour-and I want to make you remember my hard dick until we get a chance to screw again."
She truly hoped that was soon!
So, with her sister hardly out of the apartment, Miss Harble stripped down her panties and lay back on the living room sofa. Her pussy was on fire to be fucked, and she opened her legs as wide as the gates of hell-inviting Willy to take her cunt with as much lusty power as he could manage.
He moved between her ripe thighs with his teenaged prick sticking out in rigid, horizontal readiness. He moved just the head of it over her budding cuntal lips, forcing them to stretch wider by the sheer intensity of her sluttish desire for him.
"Put it in," she hissed, her cheeks flushed, "I want it up to your balls. Fuck me, Willy! FUCK ME HARD!! "
He sawed his cock into the fatty heat of her cunt, pumped at her with shameless grunts, then rode every inch of his meat deep into her hole.
Her pussy sucked him in to the hairs, throbbing lewdly as she felt how large and long his penis had grown in the few short weeks since he first violated her.
With a moan of pleasure, she reached both her hands down under his buttocks and found his firm, lusty balls. She toyed and squeezed them, making him so horny that his tongue slid out of the corner of his lips.
"You're the best goddam fuck in the world, Aunt Mary," he whispered, amorously. "And I'll bet when I'm twenty years old, I'll still be trying to get my hard cock into your beautiful soft cunt."
She gave him a sultry grin, and lightly ran her fingers over the surfaces of his slightly oversized balls.
"You won't have to try very hard, Willy," she promised. "When I'm old and gray, you'll still be a young stud-and you can fuck your eager Aunt Mary any time that marvelous big prick of yours gets hai'd."
Her words worked like a sex-drug on him, and with a groan of lust he began to ball her dewy pussy with all the power of his boyish butt.
She lay back into the pillows on the sofa, her legs lifted and spread, her wanton cunt squeezing the length of his moving cock each time he thrust it forward. And as he fucked, she worked open the buttons of her dress and pulled out her swelling tits. They plopped forward like the dugs of a cow, the nipples pink and hard.
As he pumped her sleekly cushioned cunt, he leaned forward and sucked hard on one nipple after the other.
He was trying to please her, she realized-trying to make up for what he considered his trashy behavior toward her. And in appreciation, her pussy began to froth and twitch.
"Cum all you want, Aunt Mary," he breathed, taking his lusting mouth briefly off one quivering tit, "I just wanta satisfy you before I go. Just cum and cum AND CUM!"
Even before he had finished begging her, her lecherous twat tightened around the root of his ramming prick and she spasmed with such force that his balls quivered.
"Yeah," he grinned, feeling her juices wetting the tuft of pubic hair around his cock, "I love making you shoot off! Do it again!
He fucked her steadily until her cunt surrender still another oily tribute to his talent.
He kept screwing.
She went off again. And again.
He was still boldly fucking her when they came together, his savage spurts of teenaged sperm mixing hotly with her own thinner fluids.
And even when it was over, he kept his prick buried to the nuts between the satisfied, slack lips of her wine-colored hole.
He sucked her tits a loving goodbye, then Frenched her mouth with his tongue until her head was spinning.
Only at the very last minute possible did he pull his healthy young penis from out of her doughty slit, and even then it came out swollen and veined.
She insisted on cleaning his cock with her tongue, and the final sight of it being slipped back under the jockstrap made her feel suddenly alone and lost.
"Don't worry," he promised, manfully, "I'll see to it that you come to visit us, no matter where you are. And I want you to know that I'll always have it hard for you. What I've got between my legs is yours to fuck and suck any time you want it."
She didn't have to ask if he was being sincere.
A promise like that from a fifteen-year-old boy is the most honest promise in the world!
When Ann and Harry came back to the apartment, they found Miss Harble and Willy sitting very demurely in place-and after a few more boring minutes of conversation, they left.
She watched her Willy go with a sad, almost romantic heart.
But she couldn't regret what he had given her-or what doors he had unknowingly opened for her.
She still had her telephone, and at the end of it both Pete Foster and his eager young brother.
And then, there was Jack and Tom and the whole high school football team if she wanted them.
To say nothing of the whole dark city out there beyond her apartment door, and all those nice boys who needed her.
