Amy Gilroy waited at the windswept airport in Portland, Maine, covering herself with her windbreaker, knowing that the plane would be late. Although it was Mid-June, the breeze off nearby Casco Bay was chilling. She had the choice of waiting for the United Flight outside or inside. Outside was cold and dreary. Inside there was the cocktail lounge where smirking bartenders would make her hot drinks and hotter offers.
The lovely redhead preferred the cold.
The cold somehow let her isolate herself and consider the situation into which she had allowed herself to be placed. It was one she would have avoided, if she could have thought of a rational excuse, but none had come to mind.
How do you refuse both your own sister and her estranged husband, when if they have a chance to get back together again, to rebuild their fractured marriage, they ask you to take their fourteen year old son for just a few weeks? Give him a home and a bit of work to keep him occupied through the summer? Jan, her sister, had offered to pay, but that was unthinkable. Johnny was her nephew. He had to be made welcome. Just as she would, in an extreme circumstance, welcome her brother-in-law Kenny enough to make him feel at home, even though he was having troubles with Jan.
Amy knew only too well about broken marriages. Chet had left her for a girl who had nothing but two million dollars, and even now, five years later, she had not entirely recovered. She was a beautifully matured twenty-nine year old, had established herself independently in a small business-she laughingly said she bought junk and sold antiques-and had learned to live with it.
Compassionately, she wanted to help her much older sister rearrange her life. There was always some heavy work to be done around the antique shop, or dirty work like cleaning up things which had been in some Yankee's attic for generations so it could be offered for sale. She had three big rooms of such things for the boy to work on when he arrived. He would certainly earn his keep through the summer.
But Amy Gilroy had no real idea of what was the proper way to handle a husky fourteen year old boy-one whom she had not seen for almost five years. She had seen pictures, snapshots taken at a beach or some resort. They showed a gangling, yet handsome boy with soft brown eyes, sandy shaggy hair, tall for his age, with a promise of well-muscled maturity. His mouth seemed to be grinning in every picture. He had wide shoulders and a very slim waist, no hips-and an unmistakable bulge in the crotch of his jeans or swim trunks. Amy knew that, at the age of fourteen, he would have strong animal urges. He would be looking for girls, and, from the look of him in the pictures, girls would be looking for young Johnny.
That, more than any other consideration, bothered her as she waited for his plane to arrive. She knew about teenagers. The newspapers were full of lurid stories about them.
They all smoked marijuana or swallowed some kind of pills, or did worse things, like having sex with just anybody who was handy. Primal animal things, satisfying their lust of the moment and probably not able to recognize their partner an hour later. She had read about it in so many books, and most of the books had been vividly illustrated. She had not sought out the books-they had been included in lots of things she had bought for the shop. It was part of the job to got through everything and sort it out.
In the process, Amy had gradually become accustomed to looking at repulsive words without blinking. She came to believe that people actually did say things like "fuck" and "cunt" and "cock" and "asshole" and "prick" casually.
The pictures, in color, had proved it all to be true.
Young boys, their tongues lewdly flicking into the dilated vaginal lips of beautiful young girls, while the girls clutched their bobbing heads between velvet thighs, their nails drawing blood as they thrust their eager pubic mounds up to the seeking mouths. Expressions of ecstasy on their passion-tortured faces....
And the girls in turn, kneeling subserviently, their lovely faces contorted by the massive penises embedded in their mouths, sucking avidly, even as the boy's cum spilled from their gulping lips. It was easy to see from the photographs that they were sucking as hard as they could, swallowing their young lover's hot white sperm, fingers closed around the swollen testicles, milking them dry. Amy recalled one picture of a really beautiful girl kneeling between the widespread legs of a young boy.
She was holding his penis to her lips in delicate fingers, licking with extended, avidly working tongue, long thick strings of cum oozing from her lovely mouth and dripping down to coat his testicles until she eagerly licked them up.
How could she! Such a beautiful girl, doing something like that! Amy thought. She had wanted to throw up, but there had been nothing in her stomach. She had turned to the next page, and the beautiful girl was kneeling on a bed, her round, firm, full-tanned buttocks out-thrust invitingly. And the boy was putting his-his cock-into her anus! The series of pictures which followed showed him going deep up into her, so far that his balls flattened against her widespread ass-cheeks. And from the expression on her face, she was enjoying the obscene immoral outrage of her young body!
Amy had immediately burned the book, and all the others with it without opening the covers. She had known the sort of thing she would see.
She hoped Johnny wouldn't be that sort of boy. She knew teenagers had problems. They matured too soon, without knowing how to handle their bodies. They fell in love at first sight, and out of love when the girl, probably wearing too-tight hot pants, disappeared, twitching her tail. Then they would masturbate, leaving stains on the sheets.
And Johnny was at that dangerous age, fourteen. Amy was young enough to remember being fourteen.
Oh, how her cunt had ached then! She had wanted it filled so much. She couldn't think of how many times shy had almost given in, opened her long beautiful legs in invitation. She had wanted to do it so much. Wanted to feel the iron-hard manhood inside her, ramming into her trembling belly, splitting her apart. She had wanted to be hurt and loved at the same time, but somehow the boy or the time or both had never been right.
She had even held out on Chester until they were married. At first, he had called her a cockteaser, and could hardly believe it when he found himself with virgin flesh squirming beneath him.
She hugged her arms tight about her body and trembled in the face of the buffeting wind and thought how it had been that very first time. She had been only twenty, and her new husband, Chet, barely two years older, and finally, after a torturously long courtship, the minister had said the brief words which removed the puritan barrier to their enjoyment of each other as man and woman.
They had arrived at the honeymoon resort in mid-afternoon. It was a cluster of rustic cottages surrounding a huge dining hall and recreation building, on the shore of a lake in Maine. It was in fact an institution, a place to which couples had been coming for almost a century to initiate themselves in the nuptial rites. In some cases, their children and grandchildren had followed in their own time. A young boy, working as a bellhop for the summer, had shown them to their cabin and flashed a knowing wink as he pocketed the tip.
"You've got two hours before dinner, but if you don't make it then, it's okay-there's a second sitting. That's really better, because you can take as long as you want eating," he told them.
Amy looked at her new husband and their telltale brand-new luggage and blushed. Chet grinned as the boy went out, firmly shutting the door behind himself.
"Nervous, honey?" he asked. He took her into his strong young arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her softly responding mouth as his hands moved slowly over the ripe curves of her full-blooming woman's body. She could feel the hardness of his penis pressing against her pubic mound, as trembling, she kissed him back ardently, her arms circling his neck as she stood on tiptoe. She felt her full, wide-set breasts crushing against his muscular chest so hard the arousing nipples ached and she pushed her belly excitingly against him, grinding at him. He ended the kiss after a long time, sucking hard on her tongue, making her entire body quiver with desire to know him to the fullest. He grinned again and said, "It was a long drive. You must be tired and jumpy." He ran his fingers through her long, reddish-brown hair. "Look, I want the first time to be great for you-for us. We've waited long enough, God knows. Another few hours, until night, won't hurt me. If you want to relax, go for a swim, or something."
"Oh, Chet, Chet, you're going to be such a wonderful husband," Amy murmured against his mouth. "I know how much you want to ... and I want you to ... but it might be better if we did wait. Have dinner and maybe a couple of drinks ... if you can...."
"Sure, honey ... I understand. I love you." He chuckled. "That lake looks cold enough to take us both out of the mood for a couple of hours. You change into your suit in the bathroom. I'll get ready here."
"You're sweet," Amy murmured, lifting her mouth to be kissed again. "I won't be long."
It took only moments to disappear into the bathroom and slip out of her traveling dress. It was a simple cotton smock, cut loosely enough to disguise the beauty of her feminine figure and beneath it she wore only a brassiere and panties. She bent over, quickly unsnapping the brassiere, and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. She was pleased to realize there was no need at all for the brassiere, except to serve the cause of modesty, to conceal the rigid points of her prominent nipples centered in the paler-hued areoles. Her breasts were unusually firm and wide-set. They needed no support of any kind. In comparison with the fullness of her breasts, her waist was tiny, waspish. There was a soft, voluptuous swell to her belly. Through the sheer dark panties she could see the soft curls of her auburn pubic hair peeking, a mysterious triangle covering her most secret flesh, flesh no man had ever known. Chet's fingers had caressed it during their heavy petting sessions, but always with the gossamer panties between. Now, she thought, there's no need of these with him!
Watching her reflection, she slowly' hooked her fingers in the elastic band at her hips and rolled them down over her firm, taut-muscled buttocks. The thin slit of her cunt came into view, half-hidden in her curly pubic hairs. Her teasing fingers moved over the swelling lips, feeling the slick sweetness of her body fluids already flowing to ease the passage of the rigid penis which would penetrate her. Shaking her head and catching her breath, Amy pulled her hand away and quickly slipped the panties down the smooth tapering columns of her long, classically-curving legs. She stepped out of them and folded them away; she was determined not to be the kind of wife who litters bedroom and bath with undergarments and hose-unless it turned out that Chet was one of those men who enjoyed feminine clutter. She didn't think he was.
From her suitcase she drew out the dark-green bikini, looking at it doubtfully. How anything so small could cost so much! The price was as outrageous as the dimensions of the garment, and she was not at all sure it would stay on in the water. Or that it would conceal anything if it did.
It was the most daring thing she had ever put on her young body, and was obviously designed for only one purpose-to make the man who was now her husband have eyes for no one but her. It would be equally spectacular in the eyes of other males too, she knew, but if she had managed to retain her virginity for twenty years, she would be able to fend off the inevitable passes. Men were always making passes, of course. And she would never wear it except with Chet. He stood well over six feet, with a fine athlete's body, and just one look at him would keep the others at a safe distance.
With trembling fingers she tied the bottom in place, passionately aware that it was taking a special effort to keep her fingertips from the already flowering lips of her cunt. The need to be finally satisfied was building in her limber body, and she thought seriously of using her hand, of delving into the dilating mouth of her pussy, for quick, if unsatisfactory release. It was something she had done many times in the past, when the strain of remaining a virgin had become almost overwhelming. Then, with guilt, she had finger-fucked herself, driving her fingers up into the wet welcoming mouth of her pussy, rubbing her aroused clitoris until release came and the sweet hot cum flowed from her cuntal passage to coat her hand. But this wasn't the time. Chet was in the next room, only a few feet away. He would surely hear her frantic movements, her moans of pleasure.
She would just have to endure it or shamelessly give in to her carnal desires and ask him to take her to bed immediately, to fill her urgently churning belly with his thick young cock. And she didn't think she should appear so wanton, not after he had so considerately given her the chance to postpone their mating until they would have all the time they needed to finally reach the ultimate point in their relationship.
Amy quickly secured the knot at her hips, hoping the bikini bottom wouldn't slip down even a fraction of an inch, for if that happened, her fringe of pubic hair would be exposed. She bent to hammock her heavy breasts into the miniscule top and adjust the straps which were no more than strings. She was glad her breasts needed no support-this garment would never be up to the job. She collected bathing cap, towel and beach robe and stepped out into the bedroom.
Chet was waiting, wearing nothing but tight-fitting trunks. She could see the thick bulging outline of his erect penis etched against the cloth. He was so tall and broad and handsome, with windblown sandy hair and a huge grin of proprietorship!
"Hey-look at you!" he said. "Is that all mine?"
"All yours, my love," she whispered, moving to stand close to him so she could feel the full strength of his body . She also felt the iron-hard cock under the brief trunks and a hot flash swept through her. A few times, she had touched his penis, when he had led her hand but-she had not realized how big it really was, and for a moment wondered whether she could ever take its fullness into her body . Of course, you can! Amy told herself, pressing against him, feeling his hard hot male flesh burning against her own trembling loins. A woman is built to expand down there!
"You can't go out in front of all those people looking the way you do. You're showing more than I am," he said jokingly.
"I am not!" she retorted. With a boldness she had never before felt, she searched with her fingers and found his cock, squeezing hard. "You can't go out with this showing! I'd be mortified!"
"How come? It's natural."
"Not when you have a new bride!" she managed to say, trying to make light of the situation. "Every girl in the place would be all over you-and what would everybody think of me? If they saw you like that, and with me, they'd think you don't want to make love to me!"
"Oh, Amy, baby!" He laughed heartily, hugging her. "I can take a quick cold shower." His hot mouth came down, nuzzling her ear. "If we get on that bed now, we won't get off in time for dinner-maybe not in time for breakfast!"
"That sounds just great," she giggled, wriggling as his tongue probed deep into her ear and she felt his teeth nibbling. She pulled away and quickly undid the top of the bikini, her swollen breasts springing free, nipples erect and hard. "What have we waited for so long, Chet? It's been as hard on me as you!" She grasped his throbbing cock firmly, her lewdly searching fingers delving under the waistband of his trunks. His rigid thickness was hot to her touch and she was shocked at her own boldness, but she was carried beyond the point of coherent thought. "Take the bottom of my bikini off! Now! Make love to me!"
"Oh, Amy baby," he groaned. He sank to his knees in front of her, his fingers fumbling with the knots of the bikini. It dropped to the floor and his face was only inches from her soft auburn pussy hair. He buried his face in it, hugging her hips, his hot breath goading the flexing tight furrow of her cunt. "Oh, you're so beautiful. Quick-the bed!"
"Yes-we've waited," she moaned. "We deserve it. I want to do-do everything with you, Chet! I want you so much. I don't care if it hurts. Do it to me! Oh, God, Chet, do it!"
He scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her naked to the bed, her arms and legs flailing as Amy tried to imagine how it would be to have their two bodies, male and female, molded into one, thrashing and clutching and uttering incoherent cries as they discovered, finally, the delights of each other's flesh. There was a great burning sensation up between her legs which she knew only the penetration of his pulsing distended cock would satisfy. She knew it would hurt at first, but she was wild to know the depths of her own emotions, her own body. She wanted so desperately to give herself and take Chet into her body, feel him sinking deep up inside her, thrusting, his flesh swelling in hers.
Oh, how she wanted him then.
And she had no experience! She already realized fully the potential of her voluptuous body, knew without conceit that it was one in ten thousand.
But what if it didn't work properly? What if her eagerly moistening cunt didn't grip him like a glove and milk his throbbing penis with all the muscles she knew were supposed to be inside her, but had never had a chance to try?
The one thing she must not do was disappoint Chet on this most important of days. She knew that a wedding ceremony, and all the attendant events, were much more trying for a man than for a woman. It was up to the woman to make it all worthwhile later, make her man so happy he would never stop reaching for her, seeking her moist secrets with his aroused fingers, stroking her to awareness and eagerness.
Amy wanted always to be eager, to be a good wife. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to please Chet.
The innocent bride thought of things which other girls, some younger than herself, had confided over coffee or in the rest room, things about how to keep a man happy and coming back again and again.
Suck his cock! Take it deep into your mouth and use your tongue hungrily, your cheeks hollowing around the impaling hardness! Learn to gulp it deep into your throat. Make him cum in your mouth! Drink his sperm down greedily. You can't get pregnant that way, and it's so rich in hormones, it makes your breasts bigger and your complexion so clear and beautiful ... It's so wild, having your mouth filled with a man....
They'd told her things like that, and she had been revolted. It had seemed so vile, so obscene that she could not imagine, looking at their perfect, full-lipped mouths, that they had opened them wide to engulf a man's penis. She thought they were saying it just to shock her, but finally believed it had happened to them, and they had wanted it. They weren't putting her on. They actually loved doing that sort of thing, which she finally discovered was properly called performing fellatio.
At the time she had not been able to understand it. But now, as Amy was carried to the bed with the great fire steaming in her loins, she knew she would do it if Chet made any suggestion that he would like her to.
She would do anything!
All he had to do was ask, or somehow let her know what he would like! She was his now, entirely. It was legal and she wanted him to take her in any way which would satisfy him. It was her obligation as a wife, and she wanted to show him she loved him with all her heart.
At this moment, as her husband laid her shaking body tenderly on the oversized bed which the resort provided for the newlyweds she knew her destiny in life was to please her man in any and all ways possible.
Amy was fully aware that if Chet showed it would give him pleasure, she would without hesitation, take his penis between her lips and make love to him that way, despite the overpowering urgency she felt in her clenching cunt! She would do anything for this man ... her own desires would be secondary. He was all that mattered. The only way she could have happiness would be to keep him completely happy in any-every-way!
"Anything-anything you want darling!" she gasped. Without actually saying the words which still rang obscenely in her ears, she tried to let him know she would take his penis into her mouth. She wanted to tell him she'd suck him, but couldn't mouth the phrase. She could only lick her gasping lips with the pink tip of her tongue in mute invitation. In fact, she didn't want the throbbing rod of flesh in her mouth-she wanted it so desperately in the burning void between her legs, filling her pulsing cunt to bursting. She had not believed that any of her girl friends who had confided in her, could have actually wanted a penis in their mouths. But at that moment, she wanted Chet's so badly she would have done anything he asked. Breathing heavily, she murmured, "Make love to me, my darling."
"I think I should tease you, the way you teased me.."
"There's no need for teasing ... and I never meant to ... you know...." she writhed in his arms. "I've wanted to ... you must know that ... oh, Chet make love to me!"
"Fuck you? Is that what you want, Amy baby?"
The word made her tighten up and she felt her face turning beet-red, blushing. She shut her eyes tight and held him. After a long moment, she managed to speak.
"I want you ... now!" She began to kiss him eagerly. "I want to feel you ... in me! But please don't talk like that ... use that kind of language. I know men don't mean anything by it, but, well, with a woman, it's different ... Oh, Chet, darling...."
"'Fuck' isn't a dirty word," he said, tenderly kissing her breasts, drawing the turgid nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling. "In Old English, it means 'to plant' ... but I'll try not to say it if it makes you uncomfortable, Amy."
"I guess I've said it a few times myself," she confessed. "But now, not in a ... a personal way. Like between you and me."
"You mean, you've said, 'Oh, fuck it!' when you dropped a bottle of milk on your foot!" He was laughing at her.
"Something like that." She chuckled and, feeling wanton, burrowed her hands into the tight waistband of his swimming trunks again. He seemed to be longer and hotter and harder than before. "I love you," she whispered. "Is this mine?"
"You know it."
"You want me to take your trunks off?"
"I'd like that. I'd like to be teased."
"I thought you said I did too much of that, that you were going to tease me now!" She hugged him close, fumbling for the snap at the waistband, managing to get it open and pull his trunks down his sturdy legs almost to the knees. "I don't mind if you tease me, all my life."
"Pretty reckless invitation," he said, grinning, helping her to slide the swim suit completely off his long legs, his erect penis springing free, thick and hard as the limb of an oak tree, swaying only inches before your eyes. The blood-engorged head, dark-purple and shaped like a mushroom, momentarily dismayed Amy. She could not imagine it possibly fitting into her tight vaginal slit, yet she had to have it. She was almost on fire between her legs-her cunt was dripping and her buttocks were flexing on the bed. Gingerly she took it into her hands, for the first time in daylight, one hand straying down the length of the pulsing shaft to cup the heavy, sperm-laden sac of his testicles as he moaned, "Ooooohh, that's nice."
She stroked him slowly, watching the tight foreskin roll back and forth over the bulbous cock-head. Chet bent over her, his big hand cupping her breast, squeezing, kneading until the nipple rose, taut and hard. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen or touched. Slowly he lowered his head and took her breast into his mouth. He began to suck, his tongue swirling over the aroused nipple. He felt Amy writhe under him in sudden ecstasy, her firm smooth hips gyrating as her legs parted in wanton invitation, her hand holding his turgidly rampant cock tightly, trying to guide it to the pink lips of her pussy with the fine line of auburn hair framing it.
"I said I wanted to tease," he whispered.
"Not too long-I've waited too long...." she gasped. "I want you TO DO IT TO ME! I want you INSIDE ME!"
"A little playing makes it better," Chet said with a soft chuckle and easy grin. "You have beautiful breasts."
Her new husband moved up over her, the hot hard length of his cock trailing over the sensitive skin of her quaking belly as he straddled her body and laid the eagerly throbbing staff of manhood between her heaving breasts. She looked up into his eyes and knew without being told what he wanted. She brought her hands up and pressed her wide-set breasts together, enclosing his cock between them. Chet sighed with contentment as he began to slowly rock himself back and forth, his heavy balls sliding over her passionately twitching skin.
"I want to do it this way, now, because-hell, if I went into your pussy, I'd pop in three or four strokes, and that would leave you all hung up and...."
"It's all right," she murmured, writhing and squashing her throbbing breasts tighter around his lewdly plunging cock. "I-I like the way it feels. I love you ... do anything you want ... I'll love it all ... oooooohhh, you're so hot and thick, and the way you rub against my nipples, and your-your balls feel ... so full and heavy."
"It's not much good for you, I know," he said, slowly screwing himself up between her swollen, tightly-encasing breasts. His dark-red cock-head slid between the jiggling mounds as the girl twisted and rolled under him, her knuckles almost white with the intensity of the hold she had on her breasts, her mouth drawn wide with passion. He thought, by God, maybe she does dig this bit! And he knew he had sure got himself a hell of a lot of woman to fuck.
Amy looked down between her breasts and saw the swollen head of the rigidly throbbing penis sliding in and out between them, coming so close to her head on the upstroke that the tip nearly touched her chin. She could feel her entire body turning to fire as his heavy balls smacked against the lower section of her rib cage as, moaning, she crushed her firm breasts closer together, not wanting to lose any of the wild sensation that her new husband was giving her. The ache between her thighs was almost forgotten with the fire that was raging in her erect nipples and she squirmed on the bed, rising on her elbows, so she could see the iron-hard cock moving between her breasts as she squeezed them ever tighter together.
"Is it all right? Am I hurting you?" he gasped.
"It's ... lovely...!" Amy moaned, wrapping her arms around him, thrashing her legs. "I never heard of this! I'm going to cum! Just with you like this! I'm cuummmiiinnnggg!!! Oh, my darling, I'm cuuummmiiinnggg!!! Now! Now! NOW!!!! But don't stop ... don't stop ... it feels so gooood!"
Her young vibrant body heaved in repeated orgasms as she tossed her long auburn hair in distraction; she had never felt anything like this before and she reached up to pull Chet's happily smiling face down so she could kiss him in eager gratitude. His cock was sliding loosely between her parted breasts during her wanton climaxes, and it took Amy some time to realize this, when she squeezed her voluptuous mound tightly around his penis again, her body surging up to meet the increasing urgency of his strokes. Now she wished she could hold him trapped between her smooth-muscled thighs, slick with the juice of her flexing cunt, eager to abandon their virginal frustration.
If only he would put it into her now!
Just for a minute! A half minute.
Just put it into me! she begged silently, still thrashing under him. I need it! I've already cum, but I still need it in me!
But even as she opened her passion-heavy lips to voice her plea that he finally initiate her into the rite they had both avoided so long, she realized it was too late. His turgidly hard cock was swelling even more, becoming like a tree trunk between her closely crushed breasts. Chet's stroking over her burning body became faster, harder, longer, the bulbous head dipping below the arch of her perfect mounds, then surging far up the cleft as with clutching fingers she squeezed them tightly together to form a warm, surging receptacle to his obscene lust. Her own fingers kneaded the hard buds of her taut little nipples.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh!" he cried out, crushing himself down on her yielding body. "Amy! Amy! Amy!!!!!
The young bride felt the trembling in his loins, and the first wild spurtings along the thick tube on the underside of his penis. Her gleaming eyes fastened on the orgasmically swollen cock-head which was darkening and her mouth opened slackly as his hammering penis surged upward, beginning to spurt its explosive climax. The first jetting of heavy, burning-hot whitish cum arced upward, squirting between her parted lips to coat her tongue with the strange taste, as his rampant cock continued to piston and gush, the massive inundation of rich semen coating her lust-contorted face. Great strings of it soaked her thrashing mane of dark-reddish hair, decorating it with milk-white ribbons. She closed her eyes, tasting him in her mouth, feeling him shudder and finally fall limp upon her quivering body, his penis now softening, lying stickily wet between her still compressed breasts.
"Jesus! I'm sorry, honey!" he panted. "I never meant to...."
Eyes glazed, his lovely new wife raised her face, her rich lips slack. A long tendril of cum stretching from the end of his now softening cock trailed across them, and without thinking she licked it into her mouth, managing to smile as she said heavily, "It's all right, darling ... I want to please you any way...."
"I made a mess of your beautiful face," he said hoarsely and he bent low over her, kissing her semen-glistening mouth, his tongue probing deep. Her hands cupped his face and she moved languorously beneath him, moaning in contentment. Her marital initiation was not what she had wanted or expected, but it had been such a spontaneously beautiful thing, even with Chet losing control. He raised up over her and looked down into her dark, green-hued eyes, his face showing deep remorse as he continued, "If I'd been between your legs, I wouldn't have lasted half a minute. The way it happened ... well, it was a lot longer."
"It was fine that way for me too," Amy whispered. "A little unorthodox ... but I could have stopped you, you know."
"The second time, I'll be okay ... last a lot longer. I'll be good for you, Amy," he said, almost unable to look her in the eye, feeling shame for what he had done.
"You were good for me," she said, managing a smile. "Didn't you hear me screaming? You gave me the first orgasm I ever really had."
"I'm glad of that, at least."
"And what's this about you'll be better the second time?" she said in a joking way. She was sure Chet had had experiences before. What man didn't by the time he was twenty-two? It was different for the woman-she was supposed to wait, and Amy had waited. She would never bring up the subject of the other women he had known, and only hoped he had good sense enough never to mention them either. She vowed she would be as much woman as he would ever want, and was confident she had the body and looks to keep him from straying. And as she knew now, she was more than adequately responsive and passionate. She'd never dreamed it was possible to have an orgasm with his penis between her breasts! But it had really happened, and beautifully, wrenching at her loins like a volcano erupting inside her. What would it be like when he really made love to her?
"If we're ever going down to dinner, I think I'd better shower. And wash my hair," she said, grinning and hugging him. "You seem to have turned it prematurely white in streaks."
"Jesus, I'm sorry about that," he murmured. "Darling, I'm glad you get carried away with me," she replied. "Now let me up. I hope you won't mind being seen with me when my hair's wrapped in a turban. There won't be any way to dry it in time."
"We could have dinner sent to the cottage," he suggested.
She looked up at him and then down at his now limp penis. Already it seemed to her that it was swelling again, becoming erect and she put her fingers around it to gently play with the loose foreskin. She looked into his eyes, saw new desire already glinting there.
The grinning bride said, "Do you think that by the time it would arrive, we'd ever get around to eating it?"
That night seemed so long ago, and it was-nine years in fact. Chet had left her almost five years before this day.
Amy Gilroy knew in her heart that she had not failed Chet as a wife or bedmate. Her passion had always matched his, and often, she believed, exceeded it. Particularly toward the end, when he had become involved in the affair which eventually ended their marriage. She knew the other woman, Bette Barker, had much less to offer, except in one respect. A divorcee, she owned the posh bar and restaurant which Chet managed, and with a fortune of two million dollars, she had enticed him away. Just bought him like she might buy one of her Cadillacs, Amy had often thought bitterly.
She had consoled herself with the thought that at least it had happened early enough in her life so that she still had her youth and beauty and could easily find another man.
But the bitterness, she found, was so deep that she could not bring herself to trust another man, although she kept hoping that some day....
"Hey-Aunt Amy!"
The young voice from beyond the wire-mesh fence of the deplaning area startled her from her unhappy reverie, abruptly snapping her back into the present. She looked toward the file of exciting passengers, at first not recognizing Johnny Morgan. He had grown so, in height and breadth of shoulder. Only fourteen, she realized he was already six feet tall, a lean and handsome youth with a wide grin that almost melted her heart at that moment because somehow, although there was no real physical resemblance, he reminded her of Chet. His eyes were a clear pale blue, his figure, in paisley sport shirt and jeans, lean almost to .the point of being rawboned. But he moved without the expected adolescent clumsiness as he slipped through the gate, a bag in his big hand.
"Johnny!" she cried, at last fully recognizing her nephew whom she hadn't seen since he was a gawky kid half his present size. "Johnny, it's been so long! How you've grown!"
"Gosh, you're prettier than I remember, Aunt Amy!"
They embraced heartily. Amy Gilroy was shocked to encounter the tall young manhood already evident in her nephew. And she was more shocked when he kissed her full on the lips and, with his muscular young arms, lifted her from the ground like she was weightless.
It had been so long since she had been embraced by a robust young male that the sensation overwhelmed her momentarily and she slumped weakly in his arms, her vision blurring.
When finally he released her, his face flushed with youthful enthusiasm and adoration for this beautiful young aunt he hadn't seen for so long, she took a deep breath and stepped back to study his handsome young face.
"My, you have grown," was all she could say immediately.
CHAPTER TWO
Amy Gilroy hoped the flash of urgent desire-no, desire wasn't the right word, for certainly she could never have any sexual interest in her own young nephew who was only half her age-but certainly response to his spontaneous maleness, had not communicated itself to him.
It was only that he reminded her so much of the love she had once had and lost, and the way coming in contact with his young virile body broke down long erected barriers. What she had learned from life had come the hard way. She had tried to be a good wife to Chet, to make him happy, to handle the household accounts well enough so she never had to ask for extra money and sometimes even had a few dollars left over at the end of the month. She had scrimped and saved, never asking for luxuries such as electric dishwashers or color television sets.
In the beginning, she had hoped there would be children, but they seemed unable to conceive, and though she had secretly longed for a child who would be just like Chet, she had never mentioned the subject. Secretly, she had gone to a discreet doctor for tests. As kindly as he could, he had told her there was nothing wrong with her, suggesting that her husband might be sterile. He had mentioned artificial insemination, but the thought of bearing the child of any man but Chet was unthinkable to her.
So she had continued to save small coins and trading stamps, and occasionally she had enough to buy some small thing for their apartment-a lamp or some silly ornament-and perhaps once a month there would be enough real money so she could come to him and say, "Look how well we've done! There's enough for a big steak at The Inn!"
The Inn was a roadhouse which served surprisingly good food despite the fact that it catered largely to tourists. Amy always looked forward to the one night out in every month or so in a refined atmosphere, having a single cocktail before dinner and perhaps a glass of sherry afterward, with her long slender legs rubbing lightly against the muscular thighs of her handsome husband.
If only she could have realized, she thought, that this sort of thing was no treat for him, that the exceptional steaks they always seemed to enjoy were' only a. matter of professional courtesy because Chet always referred his overflow crowd, to The Inn, and The Inn's management was simply showing appreciation. And, every night in the week, Chet had an as good or better meal on the job in his own restaurant-that is, the one his girl friend owned and practically gave him just so she could lure him away and have him for herself!
Oh, what an innocent fool she had been!
Amy-had even tried, in her hurt, to refuse the settlement he offered when he asked her for the divorce, knowing it came from Bette's pocket, but finally, he had made her sit down and listen. There would be no alimony, no support of any kind. If she didn't take what was offered, she would get nothing.
Amy wanted nothing if she couldn't have her husband. But she had too much pride to fight him in court, and realized he would never come back to her, unless Bette's money ran out. In that case, he might come crawling, but she hoped it would never happen. To think of Chet doing well with another woman was somehow tolerable, even if the woman was buying him.
But to think of him having to crawl would have destroyed her.
So she had consented to the divorce and the settlement, and had learned to live with her hurt, to bury it in work. In a way, it had awakened her to her own potential. She had managed, by careful handling of every penny, to amass a sizable bank account by the time their marriage ended. She liked to meet people, and people liked to meet her, and she loved to work with old things.
After long deliberation, she had finally plunged all her money into an old, run-down farm and general store near the seaside in Yarmouth, Maine. She calculated that the store would provide income enough to live on, and that she could sooner or later do something with the remaining acreage, possibly sell it for house lots; Portland was only twenty miles away, and the people who worked there were always looking for a bit of country property. Her holding had once been a dairy farm, and there was a huge old bam and several outbuildings. Amy quickly found out she had miscalculated. The store could make money for three months in the summer, with vacationers stopping by for provisions, but after September, hardly anyone passed along the narrow curving country road. Through June, July and August, she found herself working as much as eighteen hours a day to take care of trade, and then there was nothing! And the land was growing up in weeds and brush, quickly going wild. It would be overgrown and worthless in just a few years.
And she had gone almost mad with loneliness, living in a huge old white painted clapboard house with the most primitive heating system imaginable, and nothing to do with herself. The high point of the day was when the postman called by, and he was well into his seventies. He would have a cup of coffee and go on his way, apologetically, as if he realized he was a nice old man who could do nothing to help the young divorcee.
As she was reaching the point of desperation, ready to quit and sell out for whatever she could get, she came across a magazine which was filled with advertisements from small businesses specializing in colonial antiques. She quickly understood you could sell anything as long as it was old enough, no matter in what sort of disrepair. There was a story of one New Yorker with a summer home near Bar Harbor who had paid over ten thousand dollars for an old steam tractor which didn't even run! He had it painted as it was originally and it was sitting decorating his front lawn!
Amy had set about looking for odds and ends that might fit into that sort of strange market and she found that working with her hands to restore somebody else's junk and make it a valuable antique was a challenge which diverted her mind from the continuing ache in her heart, if not easing it on the long cold winter nights. She knew her new business enterprise had been good therapy, and it rid her of the problems of always being in attendance at the store. She enjoyed her new work, and found she was even making a respectable living at it while enjoying independence. She was clearing as much, or more than Chet had ever brought home!
There were some problems, of course. The young divorcee found the lackadaisical men of the area incapable of anything more complicated then milking a cow. The teenagers who were available seemed to be interested in nothing more than making a few dollars to take their girl friends to the local drive-in movies on Saturday night. They could spend two days cleaning up an old Franklin stove which she could have restored in two hours.
Now, with the beginning of summer and the busy season, the unwanted arrival of Johnny Morgan could be a mixed blessing.
Amy had no desire to get mixed up in her sister's domestic affairs. Jan's problems with her husband were their own business, though Amy hoped the older couple would somehow work them out.
And if taking the boy for a few months would help-well, that was a family obligation. She had no idea how to deal with Johnny, but hoped he would be as nice as he seemed and not cause problems.
And hopefully, he would prove to be helpful around the place. She needed a strong young man desperately.
But it had been years since a male had lived in the same house with her. She would have to think about the simple things, like regular meals and washing clothes on time, and not walking around naked or nearly so. Johnny was old enough to be aroused by the sight of her exposed body, she realized. She would certainly have to change her living habits ... she had lived alone too long.
It seemed everything in the world was landing on her head too quickly, she mused as they collected the rest of his luggage. She admired the smooth, easy way he swung the bags into the back of the big Chrysler station wagon and looked to her for approval.
"Hop in-it's not far," she invited, trying to make her voice sound light. She started the motor and turned to him as he slid into the seat next to her. "Johnny, I'm really glad you could come this year."
"Aunt Amy...." his mouth worked nervously, and she remembered how she had suddenly gone on fire when he kissed her. "It's a bad scene for me ... a real bummer. I don't mean coming here. It could be a groovy summer. Like you know. I've been in the city for a long time. And I think you're swell! You never forgot my birthday, from the time I was a little kid and, you know, things like that. But Mom and Dad are having this big beef, and they wanted me out of the way. So they pawned me off On you," he finished in a barely distinguishable mumble.
"Johnny-let me try to say this right," Amy began, reaching out to grasp the troubled youth's hand. "I know it's an unhappy situation, but it may work out. We both hope it will, of course. But believe me, you're no problem! I think I need you more than you need me. I need help at the shop! I'll probably work you so hard you won't want to even see me in two weeks! I can't hire anyone, and I desperately need a husky young map around for the summer. So ... think of it that way, okay?"
"For an aunt, you're pretty groovy," he said, relieved.
"I'm eleven years younger than your mother," she reminded him. "And not much more than that older than you. How is Jan, by the way?"
"Her head's screwed up," he said. "She can't help it."
"Can you tell me about it?" Amy asked seriously.
"I know what Dad says it is. And her doctor agrees. But she won't do anything," the boy said, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "She's going through the menopause."
It surprised her to hear him say it so casually, but guessed that the new sex education programs in the schools must be taking the wraps off things which were never mentioned when she was a teenager. Well, Amy thought, it's better for them to know.
"Well, let's hope it comes out right." She wet her Ups and glanced nervously at this lithe handsome young stranger. For although they shared the same blood, she had not seen him for so long-now he had grown almost to manhood. She wished Jan had been able to give her some idea of the change in the boy, a suggestion of what to expect, but there had been nothing but one pleading, almost incoherent telephone call, and then a rambling letter which told her nothing of importance about her nephew. "I hope it won't bother you, being away from home. You'll find it much different here than in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. That's a big city by comparison. There will be summer people, but this is really a small village. There's swimming in the river, and a boat club, and you'll find a lot of people around your own age-but they'll just be here on vacation, probably gone before you know them. There's absolutely no place to go at night, except the drive-in movie. I know you're not old enough to drive, so you'll just have to find friends with cars."
"It'll be swell, Aunt Amy," he said earnestly. "I've been spending all my summers at some camp or another for the past three years. It'll be nice to be with family. I'll be glad to do anything I can to help you out. Maybe I can learn something."
"You can learn it's hard to get your hands clean by the time you finish stripping twenty layers of paint off a Boston rocker and refinishing it," she said with a laugh. "How's Ken taking all this?"
"I dunno, really. He's away most of the time anyway, budding a road or bridge or something. You know, Aunt Amy, he's gone so much I don't see what difference it makes if he and Mom do break up! I don't think he cares much for either of us. Just for his bulldozers and graders and cement mixers. He's never seemed to want me around when he's home."
"Johnny," Amy said kindly, "I'm sure Ken doesn't feel that way. But it's hard to know a boy when you don't see him for months at a time. You boys grow so quickly."
"Yeah, I guess," the youth agreed. "But he was still sort of hacked at Mom for sending me up here. Not that he wants me around, but she didn't ask him first."
"Well, let's try not to think too much about it," Amy said. "Give them a chance. You'll be so busy you won't have time to think, between working at the shop and making a big hit with the local girls."
"I thought this town was so small it didn't have girls," the boy said in an attempt at a joke.
'There are a few. I think they'll be finding excuses to hang around the shop once they know you're here. This place is sort of square; they still believe in things like summer romances," Amy said lightly. "Once they see you and find out you'll be around for a while, you'll be fighting them off with a stick."
Johnny Morgan blushed happily at the compliment but said nothing. The big car swung off the turnpike into the secondary road which wound through the village and across the river to Brown's Point, wooded and rocky.
"I never have that kind of luck with girls," he said finally.
"You will," Amy said with confidence. "And that's something we're going to have to talk about. You and girls. As long as I'm responsible for you in every way...."
"I'll watch it," Johnny said. "And I don't know all that much anyhow."
"It's too much to talk about so soon, Johnny. Later," she said as she turned the car slowly into the circular drive of a big old frame house, with a massive fireplace chimney extending through, the shingled roof. Across the road was a white-painted bam with a sign, "Amy's Antiques and Curios" painted on it. Where the hill sloped below, toward the sluggish river, half concealed by tall trees and bushes, was a low-slung cottage built by a former owner of the farm with the thought of attracting summer visitors. A broad expanse of small-paned windows overlooked the river and the islands of Casco Bay beyond. The main house was pre-revolution and had been enlarged and altered countless times, so that it seemed to sprawl over the landscape in a series of ells and narrow connecting passages which made it possible to get from one part to another without going outside when the deep winter snow was on the ground and the thermometer dipped well below zero. "Let's get you settled in first, and you can take a couple of days to explore the town. This place has about fifteen bedrooms, plus the cottage below there. I used to rent to tourists, but they're too much trouble when you're trying to run all this by yourself. So I don't do it any more, unless all the motels in town are full and some people really need a place to rest."
"Gee, I think in the summer you could pick up a good piece of money that way," he said.
"I found I needed three or four local kids just to make beds and clean up. Just too much trouble," his aunt replied.
She didn't want to tell him the real reason. She had indeed tried the idea, two seasons before. She had gone to the river cottage to check on why the ancient refrigerator wasn't working, as the tenants of the previous night had reported on checking out that morning. There she had found her teenage staff deeply involved in what could only be described as an orgy. One girl knelt on a bed on hands and knees, her face contorted with passion as her full sensuous lips avidly slid up and down the thick penis of a boy, her long blonde hair tossing with the urgency of her bobbing head. At the same time, her widespread buttocks swayed and hunched as the penis of a second youth pistoned with almost blurring speed in and out of her-her rectum! Their astonished employer could see the boy's heavy testicles smack and flatten against the gyrating ass-cheeks even as the impaled girl was grabbing frantically at the churning buttocks of the boy she was fellating, pulling him up to her eagerly sucking mouth until his entire distended shaft disappeared down her throat, outlined against her cheeks as her nose and chin were buried in his thick forest of pubic hair and her hand squeezed his tensing balls urgently.
On the second bed, another girl lay spread-eagled while a third knelt between her legs, her darting pink tongue eagerly delving into the clutching lips of the other's cunt. Amy could see the vaginal lips sucking, opening and closing, clasping as squirming thighs locked tight around the burrowing face. Buttocks ground against the mattress and began to surge upward to the lascivious female mouth, and Amy realized the girl being tongued was reaching her climax in the most lewd fashion possible. Or what the older woman, in her utter shattering shock, had believed to be so, until she watched a third youth appear at the head of the bed, slowly stroking his thick hard penis. He held it out to the spasming girl, who grasped it with both hands and quickly guided it into her wide-open mouth, reaching behind him to grab his buttocks with one freed hand and pull him tightly to her face as the prodigious penile length disappeared down her throat.
Amy had been too shocked to act; she could only stare mesmerized at the wanton and lewd display. She had seen the boys' surging penises enlarge and suddenly erupt great masses of roiling white cum, watch the girls' Ups and cheeks move as they eagerly swallowed the gushes of searing-hot semen. Although she knew it could not all have happened at once, she thought she saw the face of the girl who was performing cunnilingus suddenly coated with gleaming female secretions, which she was frantically licking from the soaked loins of her pretty partner even as strings of erupting male sperm began to gush from the tightly puckering anus of the girl who was in the final throes of being sodomized even as she sucked and eagerly licked the last tendrils of cum from , the penis clutched in the wet pursing circle of her lips.
Overwhelmed by what she had witnessed, Amy had slipped away from the window, completely at a loss as to what she would do. Call their parents? Call the police? No, that would never do, because these were children of families which had been in the area for a century or more. They could simply deny it had ever happened and be believed. Or, if not believed, protected, as family names must always be protected in the face of scandal. It was herself, Amy, the interloper in this tight-knit community, who would be driven out by one means or another.
To her reporting them would have served no purpose at all. The upset divorcee had been sure that these mere children would find other places to carry on their obscene orgies, but she could at least make sure nothing like it ever happened again on her property. She had taken two strong drinks while composing herself and, as she sipped the second, she had heard the youngsters going from room to room, laughing and carrying on as if nothing had happened, performing their various domestic jobs. A third drink, and she was able to face them when they returned to the small office. In a flat, unemotional voice, she simply said that running a tourist home in addition to the store and shop was too much work, so she was closing it immediately. She had handed them their paychecks, and something in her eyes had told them they would be wise not to ask why.
Of course, she could never explain anything like that to her young innocent nephew. The simple statement that it involved too much time and work would suffice.
"Well, here we are. Let's find you a room that appeals to you-there are plenty of them-and have an early supper," she said, forcing her voice under control as the memory of the teenage orgy filled her mind. "I hope you don't mind helping in the kitchen."
"Oh, no, Aunt Amy," Johnny Morgan said sincerely. "You just tell me what to do."
She showed him through the rambling old house, explaining that the master bedroom on the second floor was hers, but he could have his choice of any one of the other rooms. He appeared to be glad to take whatever was offered, but looked repeatedly to the cottage by the river.
"Maybe you'd rather have the cottage, Johnny," she said.
"Oh, no, Aunt Amy, any of these will be fine," he replied politely, though a trifle reluctantly.
"Yes-but-well, come into the parlor." Somehow she could not look into his clear young eyes. Distractedly she ran her fingers through her long auburn hair until she became suddenly conscious of the way raising her hands had pulled the front of her windbreaker open and the fact that she had not put on a brassiere under her thin cashmere sweater. She could feel the pert nipples of her breasts brushing enticingly against the soft fabric, and was aware of the way she was inadvertently presenting her voluptuous body, high, wide-set breasts jiggling with every small movement of her hands through her hair. She felt herself blush and quickly dropped her arms, pulling the windbreaker closed over the ripe fullness of her bosom. With a quick movement she turned to lead the way to the old-fashioned parlor stuffed with ugly uncomfortable furniture. She felt the fabric of her slacks tight against her flexing ass-cheeks and was suddenly aware that they were much, much too tight. She had been away from men too long to think of such things and flustered, Amy realized she would have to start thinking quickly. She motioned him to an old leather chair and said, "I don't drink much, but this is sort of a special occasion. If your mother allows you to drink beer, I have some."
"Yeah, Mom lets me. Thinks it's better if I have one at home than a dozen out in the bushes." He grinned. "One is all I ever have."
"Let me get them-and something to nibble on. You must be starved."
"There was a box lunch on the plane," he reassured her. "I can last, Aunt Amy."
"Nonsense," she said. "I know about those box lunches. It'll take me a long time to cook dinner, so let me make a snack now and we'll talk, okay?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes glued to the full sweep of her buttocks as she quickly left the room. To Johnny Morgan it seemed his aunt was trying to walk without any motion to her hips at all.
Amy quickly laid out cold cuts, cheese, bread, and meat spreads on a tray. She opened a few bottles of beer and carried the tempting tray into the parlor, setting it down on the low, unlovely table in front of the old sofa. She thought the sofa was particularly ugly and uncomfortable but was sure someone would pay her a ridiculously high price for it someday. She was pleased to see the way the hungry teenager attacked the food, and that he barely touched the beer. Offering it to him had been a test of sorts, and also a means of tentatively laying the groundwork for their relationship. She knew that most of the village youngsters, and summer kids too, in his age group managed to get beer-and stronger beverages too-and drink too much. She was interested to find out how much Johnny liked the stuff, and also hoped that, by letting him know he could have it at home, he would not yield to the temptation to go off on a sordid drinking spree with the new friends he was sure to meet during the season.
As they ate, she tried to catch up on current family news without seeming to pry. Jan's infrequent' letters had told her nothing, and Johnny seemed reluctant to discuss his parents' difficulties. The youth had been doing well in school and wanted to study forestry in college. He seemed to have the consciousness of ecology of most present-day youngsters, and she wondered if his adolescent ambition was a subconscious rebellion against his father's profession, which involved knocking down trees and paving the ground with ribbons of concrete. So much for Psychology II, Amy thought, and went on to a subject currently more important to both of them. She realized she would have to be alert at first, until she had become accustomed to having a young virile male around the house. She had not seen Johnny for so long that he no longer seemed like her blood relative-he was really a stranger, and just entering the growth stage where he would naturally be highly aware of women.
"Johnny, I think I'll put you in the cottage, at least for now," she said carefully. "At least until we get use to having each other around, you know? And you'll be wanting to bring your friends home at times. Frankly, I don't think I'm up to having a gang of teens in the house with me. All the noise, and the stereos blaring away. You can entertain down below. I think I can trust you not to let things get out of hand."
"Sure, if that's what you want, Aunt Amy," he agreed, obviously delighted. "You can trust me. I won't let you down."
"I'm sure of that, Johnny," she said. "Now, let me start fixing dinner-a big Yankee feed." Gradually the strangeness between them passed. He insisted on helping with dinner, peeling potatoes and shelling fresh garden peas.
Several times she almost asked him not to, because he was more of a hindrance than a help. She was accustomed to moving unfettered in her own kitchen, and they kept bumping into each other. Once she went suddenly to get a jar of spice from the cabinet just as he turned away from the sink, and their bodies collided head-on so hard that for an instant her heavy breasts flattened against his chest and her pelvis thumped against his. Only for an instant, but she unmistakably felt the hard bulge of his young penis pressing into her pubis. They both colored and stepped back awkwardly.
"Guess I'm sort of in the way, Aunt Amy," he said, blushing furiously, knowing she couldn't have missed being aware of his throbbing aroused cock that threatened to burst from his jeans. "Maybe I better watch TV or something."
"Yes ... that might be better, Johnny," she said, also blushing.
They ate informally at a big rock-maple table in a comer of the huge old-fashioned kitchen. Later she showed him around the riverside cottage, which was extremely rustic, with its own fireplace and a tiny but functional kitchen. She made up a big double bed which hadn't been used since the fiasco with the teenage help, and showed him how to work the various light switches, which were in illogical and inconvenient places. It was already nine o'clock and getting dark. Amy asked her nephew if he'd like to come up and watch more television, but he said no, he'd just as soon read a little and then go to bed, that he might get up early and explore the old farm.
"That's fine, Johnny," she said. "Good night."
Then, because it might have seemed unnatural to him if she didn't make such a gesture, she quickly kissed him on the cheek before leaving.
Suddenly weary, more from the emotional impact of the day than anything else, Johnny's lovely young aunt returned to the big house, finding her way up the weed-grown path by the light of a full moon. She found a bottle of whiskey in a kitchen cabinet and made herself a strong drink. She tried to become interested in television, but even the wit of All In The Family failed to reach her. Finally the young woman took the drink, almost untasted, to her upstairs room where she drew the draperies over the windows and slowly shed her clothing.
The adjoining room was an oversized bathroom that had been a bedroom until the house had been renovated and modernized some years ago. She had often wondered where the bathtub itself had come from. It was an immense thing of black marble, at least twice the size of an ordinary bathtub in both length and width, and it was a full three feet deep. She guessed it might have been among the salvage from some multi-millionaire's mansion. Many of them had been built on vast estates in coastal Maine by oil and shipping and rail magnates. But long ago such opulence had gone out of style, even as the cost of maintaining such showplaces had skyrocketed out of sight. Most had been demolished by descendants of the original builders. It was likely, Amy thought, that this tub had been acquired for virtually nothing by some shrewd Yankee trader who might have been paid to haul it away.
Now the luxurious tub was her primary source of complete relaxation. At the end of a trying day she would sink into its depths and virtually submerge her voluptuous body in warm water. This night she considered drawing a bath, but the ancient plumbing system took forever to fill it, So she would shower instead.
Amy studied the erotic perfection of her slender lush body in a tall mirror as she bound up her shining auburn tresses. She was immensely pleased with her figure; to her it seemed more classically feminine now than it had when she married Chet. If anything her breasts were bigger, and just as firm, the nipples only slightly darker than the areoles. Her waist was just as slender, her hips smooth without any suggestion of excess flesh; the dark hair of her loins was just thin enough to give a glimpse of her fleshy cuntal lips. From her hips, long graceful legs tapered smoothly down to fully rounded curves.
Slowly she raised her hands to firmly cup each breast, lifting and squeezing until the upthrust mounds throbbed and the budding nipples lengthened and hardened agonizingly. Shaking her head as if to cast off her sudden lewd desires, she released her hot grip and hurriedly turned on the water, waiting for the shower to run warm in a pounding spray. Then she carefully stepped into the big tub and began to soap herself with a thick washcloth. After a few moments, when she had turned and exposed every inch of her white body to the water, she dropped the cloth and stood, legs spread, as she began to tease the flowering portals of her cunt with lewdly exploring fingers.
"Aaaah!" she whispered as her index finger slid between her quivering outer pussy-lips and down the full length of the wet hair-fringed furrow, rubbing slickly over the wantonly rising bud of her clitoris. She began to saw one finger, and then two back and forth, fingertips whirling first around her erect little clitoris and then moving lower until they jammed tightly up into her too-long-empty vaginal passage. "Oooooohhhhh!!!! "
As the minutes passed, Amy's breathing became wilder, her heavy firm breasts bounding as her eyes began to glaze and her lips became fuller, slackly parting beneath flaring nostrils. She despised herself for doing this obscene thing, but she had to have relief! Otherwise, she knew she would lie awake through the night, her mind filled with visions of young Johnny asleep in the cottage a hundred feet away. And that would be the greatest sin of all-thinking that way of her own nephew!
It seemed she would never be able to cum, no matter how hard her hand ground against her undulating loins, no matter how deep she was able to thrust her fingers up into her tortured young body! Then she thought of something which she had not done in a long, long time. The water could fulfill her!
The shower head was of the type which can be adjusted from a fine spray to a single driving stream, and quickly she flipped the lever. The force of the sudden flow almost knocked her from her feet and she would have certainly fallen if the bottom of the tub hadn't been coated with a non-slick material. She turned her back to the shower head and knelt on all fours, her knees spread, parting the perfect spheres of her ass-cheeks wide. She crept slowly backward, her buttocks swaying, seeking the pounding stream. Suddenly it hit her tightly puckered anus and she gasped at the tremendous sensation, lowering herself to her elbows as she began to undulate her buttocks, squirming to open their cheeks wider. Slowly she raised and lowered her hips, until the full-blast jet of water was sluicing her cunt, forcing the throbbing hair-fringed lips apart, battering the love-starved inner flesh mercilessly. A slight shift and the full force hit her rigid, excruciatingly sensitive clitoris, and she moaned in wild abandoned delight, her face contorting with rising sensual excitement. Her buttocks squirmed lewdly as the sheer power of the high-pressure water forced itself deep up into her cunt until it was gushing hard against her cervix. No wonder water could erode mountains; she thought giddily in her growing pleasure. Then she moved slightly so that it was directed at her tightly puckering rectal aperture until she could stand it no longer and shifted her quaking body again until it was ripping her cunt-lips open, battering her sensitive vaginal flesh brutally.
She had to have more! Reaching behind her with one hand, she used her fingers to stretch her vaginal lips so far she thought they might tear. She trembled and writhed, her breasts bouncing below her erotically tossing body, as she sought to pry her cunt even wider, the middle finger of one hand suddenly touching her tiny anus. The contraction was only momentary-then to her surprise she discovered her sphincter relaxing! Tentatively she inserted the finger to the first knuckle and moved it around. It was an entirely new sensation from any she had ever felt before. Groaning, she thrust deeper, stretching the hot depths of her newly violated back passage as the water flowed over her flexing cunt. Then, with a gasp, she rammed her finger all the way up into her rectum until her palm was flat against her buttocks. It brought sudden pain, but she could not bear to withdraw her hand, and she waited a moment for the pain to diminish to be replaced by sheer wild pleasure!
Urgently, she began to saw her hand back and forth, twisting and stretching the clutching elastic sphincter until she was able to insert her index finger also.
Johnny's lust-demented aunt became aware that she was almost screaming in ecstasy, as faster and faster her lewdly delving fingers rammed in and out of her twisting rectum, sending shivers of pleasure through her wildly bucking body as the spurting water hammered her cunt, which now was opening and closing spasmodically in the first throes of her completion.
Then the hot tide erupted in her loins as she felt great gushes of her orgasmic fluids streaming from the dilating moist lips of her distended cunt, as the newly stretched rectal flesh was pulled from her body with each outstroke of her delving fingers. She could only moan and slump forward in the big tub, drained of all sensation.
In the cottage below, young Johnny Morgan lay on his strange bed in the glow of a reading lamp, stroking his rigidly erect penis slowly, aware of the foreskin sliding back and forth over the bulbous tip. In his other hand he held a copy of an under-the-counter book. In vivid colors, it showed people copulating in various positions-girls with legs spread wide while thick cocks plumbed the depths of their straining pussies-guys with their tongues eagerly licking widespread cunts-girls kneeling, mouths wrapped around swollen rods of flesh.
He looked at them but did not see. All his brain could picture was himself in these positions-with his own beautiful Aunt Amy!
Finally, disgusted with himself, he took a long, cold shower.
CHAPTER THREE
Amy crawled weakly from the huge tub. She took one glance at her lust-contorted face in the mirror and then was unable to look at herself any further. She rubbed herself dry with sluggish movements and stumbled to her bed where sleep would not come, though she drank what remained of the highball. She had never felt so depraved in her life, so vile, not because of the physical things she had done, but because, through the entire time, she had been thinking of her young nephew. The boy's aunt could not remember yearning for even Chet as much, ever, and she tossed and turned, telling herself she must send Johnny away, that she couldn't endure him around while she was prey to these unnatural desires. His boyish face and strong young body filled her mind, and even now her pubic hair seemed singed from the brief contact with his rigid cock, even though they had both been clothed and it had been entirely accidental.
Or had it? the agonized redhead asked herself. Could it have been that subconsciously she had turned to him at the precise instant that would bring their bodies into smashing awareness of each other?
God, if only she could answer her own question!
Finally, a restless sleep came, broken by the early rising sun reflecting from the placid river through her bedroom window. She still felt ravaged-despite the tumultuous orgasm she had experienced in the tub, she was still uncompleted, yearning, and she decided that only physical activity of some kind might divert Her. She reached for her short beach robe and pulled it over her nakedness, belting it tightly about her slender waist before she went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.
Still a little groggy from sleep, she went downstairs to start some coffee brewing in the electric percolator. As it began to gurgle, she wondered how she would be able to look into the boy's innocent face, and then how she could ever talk to him and give him some sort of rational reason why he must go away. She knew she could never tell him the vile truth of her own despicable desire for him. Occupied with her thoughts, she moved slowly to the kitchen window. It overlooked the river and the cottage, brightly lit by the rising sun.
She gasped at what she saw!
Johnny's bedroom was on a comer, blanked on two sides by glass doors. The sun was on the far side, streaming through gossamer-thin curtains to illuminate the room fully.
And on the bed, Johnny lay on his back naked, his cock rigid and elongated, his balls a heavy mass at the juncture of his thighs. In his left hand he held a book of some kind. His right hand moved very slowly along the length of his rampant penis while, as he was pumping himself, his hips ground restlessly down into the bed.
"My God!" Amy gasped. She was not so shocked by what her nephew was doing-she knew all boys masturbated-but by the effect his rigidly upthrust young penis had on her. Everything she had fantasized the previous night camp back to her, and she realized she must stop this, must somehow arrange to send him away immediately.
Slipping her feet into sandals, she silently let herself out of the big house and started down the overgrown pathway to the cottage. The grass carpet muffled her approach, and when she reached the big window-door, she could go no farther as she gazed at the throbbing length of the rock-hard young penis. Now she was close enough to see the bloated, dark-red head come into view, swollen and jerking, as the loose foreskin rolled down the thick shaft, then disappear as Johnny's fingers slowly moved up the length of it again. She gazed with wanton longing for several minutes, feeling the fire start in her loins, much stronger than it had the night before when she had only a mental image of the boy's genitals.
She knew she had to stop this, somehow, right now, before she went mad! She quickly and soundlessly moved the few feet to the door, and, with shaking fingers, twisted the knob and shoved it open.
"Johnny!"
"Aunt Amy!" The teenager's face turned flaming red in an instant, and, with nothing else in reach, he tried without success to cover his aroused genitals with the book he had been looking at. "Oh, Jesus!" he moaned. "My gosh!"
"Johnny," his aunt said', managing to control her voice. "We have to have a talk. Right this instant!"
Still clad only in her beach robe, she strode to the bed, uncombed auburn hair bouncing low over her shoulders, and wrenched the book from his limp fingers. His thick cock, suddenly softening, came into view, and he tried to cover himself with his hand.
Her jerking movement had loosened the belt of Amy's short robe, allowing her breasts to be almost fully exposed, but she took no notice. She stared at the picture he had been ogling as he slowly masturbated. A lovely girl was kneeling by the side of a man on a bed, her parted lips just touching the tip of his ejaculating cock. Thick white cum was spurting into her mouth, running down the side of her face. The expression on her delicate beautiful features was ecstatic, her eyes half-closed as though she were savoring every steaming drop of the glistening semen. Her fingers were tight around the man's scrotum, milking it.
Suddenly, Amy had a memory of her first night with Chet, when he had made love to her between her breasts and she had been so carried away that a few drops of his cum had spurted into her gasping mouth. The long-forgotten flavor suddenly returned. She could taste it on the tip of her tongue this minute!
Strangely, Chet had never made love to her that way again, or even remotely suggested she should fellate him. Uncounted times, although he always satisfied her in regular intercourse, she had wished he would ask her, by word or gesture, by a subtle guidance of her head, to take him into her mouth. Despite her revulsion at what the girls at school had casually called "sucking a man's prick," she had been curious, having had a tiny taste of the fruit, to sample the tree from which it came. But, she realized now, she had never known Chet well enough to take the initiative, and perhaps he had always carried some heavy guilt about the way he had taken her that first time on their honeymoon.
The distraught young woman began to cry softly, the book falling from her hands as, suddenly weak, she sat on the edge of the bed "Gosh, Aunt Amy, I'm sorry!" Johnny was sobbing now, tears forming in his eyes as he held his hands over his genitals. "I dunno what got into me. I'll never do it again! Honest!"
"Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!" she moaned, beginning to cry herself. Her vision blurred and she felt faint, slumping over him, the weight of her body flattening her bare breasts against his trembling chest. She cupped his wet face in her shaking fingers and pressed her cheek close to his, aware of the heat emanating from her nearly-naked body lying over his, her nipples rock-hard against his own. She felt his hands come away from his genitals to slide over her bare shoulders comfortingly and she pulled her head up, her dark auburn hair tumbling over her face. She tried to look into his troubled eyes. "Boys are like that ... you mustn't let it bother you. Women are, too!"
"Women are?" His eyes opened wide. "But how do you...?"
"We can...." she whispered. "And we do." She took a deep breath and managed to control her breathing after a moment. "I-I did it just last night. A lot worse than what you were doing."
"Well, if you say so, Aunt Amy. If you're not just trying to make me feel okay."
"I did!" She reached out and swept the pornographic book to the side of the bed. "And without anything like that!"
She sighed and moved against him, closer into the circle of his arms. The hip-length robe fell entirely open, and she could feel her pubic mound pressing into his hard-muscled young belly. Something touched her leg warmly, and she knew he was becoming hard again, despite his embarrassment and confusion.
"I wasn't using that either," he managed to mumble. "I mean, Aunt Amy, I was looking at the picture of the girl ... sucking ... but I wasn't thinking of her! I was thinking of you!" He shook his head, the confession made, and averted his tortured eyes from her gaze. "What kinda creep am I? I'm worse," she murmured. "I was thinking of you! There's no excuse. You're just a boy, and my nephew ... but Johnny, I haven't had a man since Chet left. I've had plenty of chances, but no ... no desire. Then yesterday, when I saw you, I...."
"Me too, with you," he said in a barely audible whisper, squirming on the bed, his now rigid cock rubbing against her legs but not seeking her. He felt terribly uncomfortable, lying there with her hot, firmly molded body lying across his own, her breasts burning holes in his chest. He knew this was wrong, but his flesh was betraying him. "I knew it wouldn't last, the minute I kissed your mouth. You have a beautiful mouth, Aunt Amy."
"Oh, you ... forgive me," she murmured as slowly she brought her parted lips down to his. They tasted so fresh and innocent that she couldn't help but slide her tongue between them, seek his own out and draw on it, leading it between her swelling lips, nibbling and sucking on it.
She began to kiss him in earnest, grinding her mouth down on his, her breasts moving against his chest while her hands held his beautiful young face captive and her fingers traced the outlines of jaw and cheekbone and eyes and nose and ears. Her blood pounded in her head, and she told herself, I have to stop this insanity!
Yet even at that moment, her loins began to slowly undulate as she squirmed her body fully on top of him, her pubic pressing down on his trembling belly, her right leg sliding between his and slowly moving up and down to separate them. They began to writhe in unison, his hands cupping her breasts and beginning to squeeze, sending frantic tinglings through her entire frame, setting every nerve-end on fire. Her tongue speared deep up into his throat and she snorted for breath through flaring nostrils while with one hand she traced the contours of his vibrating strong form, her fingers trying to memorize every line of bone and muscle.
Her fingers touched his erect young penis, closing over the blood-swollen heat of the rubbery head under its protective foreskin, and without thinking, she peeled it back, felt the thick ridge of the glans pop free. Below, the shaft was like the trunk of a young tree, smooth, but hard and resilient. The loose skin moved like velvet, and her fingernails brushed the fine bristling curls of pubic hair before reaching the hot, sperm-heavy sac of his balls. They rolled under her touch, causing him to groan against her voraciously moving mouth as she drew wantonly on his tongue. He began to pump up against her, his thigh between hers, his hard muscles rubbing against the moistly flowering mouth of her dilating eager cunt. The touch of his leg, pressing hard against her pussy jerked his aunt back to reality so that, with a tremendous effort of will, she pulled her hotly searching mouth away from his.
"Johnny ... Johnny!" his aunt groaned. "We can't!"
"Yeah...." he gasped. "I know, Aunt Amy. "But I gotta do something!"
His hand tried to replace hers on his throbbing cock. If he didn't do something, he would explode-blow his balls and cock and everything all over the room!
But even as he tried to dislodge his aunt, her hand grasped him tighter and her pussy began to rub steadily against the trembling muscles of his thigh.
* * *
"By jeepers, you ever see anything like that?" one white-uniformed man asked the others as they crouched in the bushes, not ten feet from the wide windows of the cottage.
"Yep-but not since they got that new minister in town an' the whorehouse closed." He shook his head. "Nerve of that one-so high an' mighty. Lookit her with that kid!"
"Supposed to be some kinda nephew?"
"So she's tellin folks."
"She don't act like he's a nephew."
The two were milk-truck-drivers, out of Portland. They were both husky, strong-muscled men, in their middle forties. One, Bob Conway, was the regular driver on this rural route. The second, Dick Parrott, was to help him now that the summer influx of tourists would more than triple their daily deliveries. They had caught only a brief glimpse of Amy as she crossed the road from the big house on her way to the cottage, loosely-belted robe flaring to her hips, long white legs flashing in the early sun. They had been unloading empty cases at a wide spot in the road where the big truck from Portland would pick them up with a fresh supply of milk for the afternoon portion of their route.
"Heard some stories a while back about that Amy Gilroy," Conway said. "Grass wider, has this big place. Used to take in tourists. Had a bunch of young kids workin' around. Know she was doin' right well, from the amount of milk I left. One day, closed it up, fired all the kids. Now, my brother Archie's boy was one of 'em. He let on there was some pretty wild parties, an' that boy's been in every pair of pants in the township. Got three woods colts that he's been accused of, mebbe more."
"I'd move up close just to get a look at that fine ass go by again," his companion said. "We got time?"
"We got a lotta time." Conway sighed. "Been wantin' to fuck that ever since I saw it."
"Who the hell ain't?"
* * *
Amy raised up long enough to throw her robe completely off into a heap on the floor. She saw Johnny's eyes bug out at the first real unfettered sight of her swaying breasts and naked body. His aunt fought within herself to keep the situation under some semblance of control as his slender muscular thigh moved between her legs, pressing hotly at her loins as the juices began to flow from her body and a complete wantonness threatened to overcome her. She looked down at the distended length of his youthfully throbbing penis, jerking with every beat of his pounding heart and again she put her delicate fingers on it and began to stroke his hardness affectionately.
"We shouldn't be doing this ... any of it," she murmured. "But...."
"I gotta! Aunt Amy, I gotta!" he groaned as he writhed beneath her, thrusting his hard cock up between her clutching fingers as his arms reached out for her.
"Johnny!" she said, with all the strength she could muster. "Listen to me!"
"Yes, Aunt Amy," he gulped.
"I know what will happen if we stop now," she said slowly. "I'd go to the house and lock myself in the bathroom. You'd look at that book and...."
"Yeah ... jeez!"
"Well, if we just kiss ... I can use my hand ... and your leg feels good where it is. Maybe this one time will be all we need to get it out of our systems," she said. "Do you think we can do that?" She looked down at him, her eyes wide, her mouth glistening with the flickering of her tongue as she tried to drive the sudden dryness out. "I couldn't let you do any more, no matter how much I ... I want you to. Promise, Johnny?"
"Yeah, Aunt Amy," he croaked. "I promise."
"Lie back and let me kiss you."
He drew her into his arms and she lowered her head until her mouth was planted lightly on his, her tongue barely moving between his Ups. She held his twitching erection in her hand, not moving her fingers, letting the rhythmic undulations of their trembling bodies provide the stimulation, his thigh rubbing softly back and forth down the full length of her cuntal Ups as they opened to release her first juices. She began to kiss languidly around his face, then twirled her tongue into the crevices of his ear, blowing softly through parted Ups, feeling him tremble as the thrusts of his loins up to her timidly clutching hand became more urgent. She kissed down across his throat as far as his chest and slowly encircled the nipple of one breast. with the fluttering tip of her lewdly searching tongue, feeling it rise as she took it between her teeth and began to nibble in earnest. He groaned as she slid her hand down the length of his cock, releasing it momentarily so she could clutch the heavy testicles and hold them warmly until, with a shifting of her body, she captured his rigidly hard cock between their loins and let it nib slowly up against her trembling belly.
She parted her legs wider, felt the passionately swelling lips of her cunt splay open wetly over his thigh, and began to ride him as the sweet urgency began in her own loins.
Amy realized that, given time, she could cum gloriously with her nephew's leg rubbing there up against her steaming hot vagina. She knew it must be her imagination, but she was sure she could feel the fine downy hairs of his leg teasing her clitoris with each movement of their bodies as she locked her thighs tightly around his leg and squeezed hard, feeling herself flower open.
"All right for you?" she murmured, her Ups moving from one nipple to another, her fingernails slipping to the sensitive perineum, the narrow spot between scrotum and anus which she had read once was one of the most sensitive places on a man's body. She teased it with the sharp points of her nails even as she held his swelling testicles. In answer, she heard him moan and felt his hard cock shove more urgently up to her erotically undulating belly. "Put your leg harder against me."
Her nephew rammed his thigh hard against the thick fleshy Ups of her wet cunt, and Amy knew that if he'd rolled her on her back and mounted her then, the only thing she would have done would be grab his turgid young cock and aim it up into the depths of her irresistibly steaming pussy. All conception of right and wrong were lost now; she only knew that this was the sweetest experience she'd ever had, lying atop her young nephew, making the slowest, most delicious sort of love imaginable. She could feel his pre-seminal fluids leaking from the burning head of his eagerly jerking cock to lubricate the path the swollen shaft rubbed between their tightly compressed bellies.
"Aaaaaaah!" Amy whispered, laying her head on his chest, listening to his rasping breath and pounding heartbeat. "Don't ... don't cum too soon, my darling. I'd cum if you just grabbed me tight, but this is soooooo nice."
"I feel like I'm gettin' close," he mumbled. "I'll try."
"Think of something else if you can," she whispered. "But when you're ready, let me know. I want to see it spurting. Not just feel it between our bodies."
"Okay ... I'll try." He chuckled softly. "Maybe read a good book."
The passion possessed young redhead sighed and began to rub against the straining boy in steady rhythm, feeling a slow delicious orgasm steadily building in her belly as his muscular leg stimulated her lewdly pulsating pussy-lips. She wanted to feel him inside her, but that was unthinkable. This was, in reality, no more than a wonderful form of masturbation, so much cleaner than the wild things she had done to herself the night before. She remembered how sensitive her anus was, and thought of guiding one of his hands to it, but restrained herself, afraid that, if his finger went surging up her rectal channel, she would never be able to stop her wanton body from straddling him while her hand guided his thickly throbbing cock into her moistened cunt. So Amy contented herself with what she had for the moment, all thoughts of how to avoid a repetition of this, or something more serious, gone from her mind. She kissed and nuzzled his almost-hairless chest, her tongue licking, her slitted eyes aware that Johnny had the book in his hand again. His face was turned away and his eyes were glued to the lurid photographs.
"Is that more interesting than what we're doing?" she demanded, an edge of anger in her voice as she raised her head. "If you get more fun from a book...."
"Hey-you told me to do something to keep my mind off us so I wouldn't cum quick," he protested.
"I guess I did," she admitted. "Is that picture the one that excited you more than any?"
"Yeah, I guess it is," he said.
"Turn it so I can see."
He did. It was the final one in a long series of the beautiful girl performing fellatio on her partner. The sequence began with the two, still fully dressed, beginning to make love on a couch. The second showed the girl pulling the male model's aroused cock from his pants and admiring it, but pretending resistance as he tried to force her head down. Others depicted her slowly yielding, licking and kissing it as she first lay across his lap and then sank to her knees on the floor and drew it entirely between her lips. Others showed them naked on a bed, with the girl moving to show her body from every angle, but always with her mouth working on the obscenely submerged penis. The last one was the full-page shot of semen jetting up between her lips as her tongue swirled madly in quest of its gushing torrent.
"Very graphic," Amy managed to say.
"She looks just like you," her nephew blurted. "Her face is exactly the same. Just the eyes and color of her hair are a little different. And her body isn't as good."
Amy could read the desire in his face. She thought of how repulsed by the very thought of such an act she had been when she was a teenager, but now it didn't seem perverted at all. And as a surge of forbidden just raced through her loins, she admitted to herself that she had on more than one occasion wanted to experiment with Chet, but had not had an invitation. She told herself any woman would be at least curious, then she thought of the ugly term "cocksucker". It repelled her, the word. But the act itself, with Johnny, would be something different, really not much more, if any more at all, than what whey had already been doing.
She raised on an elbow, leaning close over his face, and took the book from his hand, throwing it on the floor as she whispered, "Is that what you want, Johnny?"
"Gosh, Aunt Amy," he blurted, afraid she was angry, "I-I love what we're doing. But your mouth is so beautiful, I ... "
"It's all right, Johnny," she murmured, "I understand." She moved, sliding her leg from between his, to kneel beside him at his hips. The older woman realized suddenly his beautiful cock had softened, probably from the fear that she would be outraged at him and stop their lovemaking immediately. She brushed her hair back, tossing the dark-red mane over her white smooth shoulders. She drew a deep breath and her full breasts shook as she knelt straight up and with both hands caressed his urgently flexing penis. "I've never done it, but I think I've wanted to try. Has any girl ever...?"
"You're the only girl I've ever had, Aunt Amy," he confessed, blushing.
"I guess we teach each other then," she said, grinning nervously. "Try to hold back awhile. I'll need some time to get used to the idea. But those pictures seem to make a pretty good textbook."
"Oooooh, Aunt Amy...!"
She bent over him, lightly holding his rigidly burgeoning penis in her fingers. The young divorcee wished he would stop calling her Aunt Amy! It only served to remind her of the unnaturalness of their present situation.
As Amy lowered her head over the teenager's trembling belly, she tried to tell herself this was not really immoral, imagining they were just a couple of kids, experimenting, like in the pictures. She extended her tongue and began to flick it over his rib cage in little circles, slowly moving lower as her auburn hair spread in cascades over his body. Pleased to feel him begin to writhe at the new sensation, she experimentally let her teeth nibble at him, causing him to jump under the teasing love-bites. Her mouth closed over the depression of his navel as her tongue delved into it in a way she knew must arouse him, because her own belly-button was one of the most ticklish places on her body.
The burning-hot tips of her breasts brushed his young flesh as her mouth and tongue trailed along the upper fringe of his pubic hair. She held his penis in her hand, drawing the foreskin back and forth in a tantalizing way, feeling his hotly turgid cock-shaft harden in the firm grip of her fingers. She moved lewdly searching fingers down to his sperm-inflated scrotum, cupping the vibrant mass, her face over his loins, her parted lips bare inches away from his throbbing phallus. Pulling the foreskin far down the thick shaft and pursing her lips, she blew softly on the Wood-swollen head. Johnny gulped deeply and reached down, sweeping her thick red hair back from her face and over her shoulder. She paused for a moment and raised her lovely face, a languorous smile on her parted lips.
"You want to watch? All right."
The curling tip of her tongue flicked out to lick away a whitish bead of pre-seminal fluid which had appeared at the tiny hole in the tip of the mushroom-shaped head. She heard his gasp of pleasure as her hot breath flowed over the smooth-textured skin of the bulging glans. The blond teenager groaned and twisted beneath her, the sweet male scent of his aroused genitals filling her nostrils, causing them to flare as she felt the excitement building in her own body. She knew she was torturing herself as much as him, but, despite her resolve, she wasn't ready to take the hard fleshy penis into her mouth yet. Instead, she began to plant little moist kisses around the bloated rubbery tip. It was warm and exciting to her, and on impulse she extended her darting tongue to lick avidly the full length of it, brushing the tree-like member with her lips, nibbling it like an ear of com. She ran her tongue over and around the heated balls, her ears acutely aware of the salacious licking sounds she was making as she wet circled his eagerly upthrust rigidity thoroughly over and over again.
Finally her pursing mouth moved back to the obscenely jerking head. It seemed immense, and the staff below it impossibly thick and long! How could she ever take it into her mouth?
But she felt the urgency in him, and one almost as great in her own unwantedly wanton body. She had to do it. Wetting her lips well and opening them to their widest, she turned momentarily so her passion-glazed features were facing directly at Johnny Morgan. Somehow, despite his youth, he read the message in her dark liquid eyes.
Gently, he put his hand on the back of her head, caressing her soft ruddy hair, and pushed it down. The decision no longer hers, Amy literally gulped the warmly urgent head between her now eager lips, that closed around the ridge in a wet warm anal tight as an elastic band. She swirled her tongue around the unfamiliar presence in her mouth, swallowing hard, gulping for air and instantly realizing the only way she could breathe would be through her nostrils.
"Ooooh! Aunt Amy!" the boy cried out, his hands grabbing her head and forcing it down until his cock was deep in her contorted mouth, ballooning her cheeks lewdly out. She tried to work loose from his grasp, but each twist of her auburn-tressed head only drove his cock deeper up into her oral cavity as saliva began to run copiously, and she swallowed to keep from choking.
Johnny moaned as he felt her mouth close around him like a vat of hot butter. He released her head and raised on his elbows to look at her, his penis sunk halfway into her straining mouth, excitement making him begin a slight stroking up toward his aunt's beautiful face. He wanted to bury his staff to its very base between the wide-stretched sensuous lips, but, aware that this was the first time for her, as it was for him, he restrained himself.
Amy felt her feverishly gaping jaw begin to relax, and found it was possible to work her tongue up and down the length of the turgid member, sliding it over the tip and back down again, and she began to suck gently at the same time. Eyes opening wide, she saw what appeared to be a thick tree trunk protruding from her straining lips, but she knew that somehow, she would have to absorb it all. She toyed with the soft skin of his testicles with the fingers of one hand while, with thumb and forefinger of the other, she manipulated the base of the excitedly swelling penis until she found an angle which allowed it increasingly deeper entry up into her avid mouth. With a sigh, she began to slowly move her head up and down, each time going a little deeper as she sucked harder, but not yet with urgency. The first few times the rubbery mass of the head touched the roof of her mouth, she gagged, but gradually there came an acceptance, a relaxation of .her mouth and throat muscles.
Johnny began to thrust up in time to her slowly bobbing head, until it seemed his burning loins were a separate part of his body, acting on their own. Rhythmically they worked together until each upward thrust and downward plunge buried his slickly glistening cock to the very base in her round distended lips.
The youngster groaned, and Amy shifted slightly, so that even with her mouth deeply impaled on his penis, she could enjoy the look of ecstasy on her nephew's face. His thickly pulsing penis had begun to feel natural in her mouth now, and she realized it was slipping effortlessly past her tonsils and deep into her contracting throat. In lewd triumph she winked at him, as with an urgent effort, she drove her face down to his heaving loins so hard that her nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls slapped resoundingly against her chin.
Reacting to his spontaneous moan of pleasure, she began to suck harder, to use her tongue more devastatingly each time his cock-shaft slid in and out of her mouth. Remembering how sensitive her own rectal opening was, she slipped a hand between his buttocks and sought with her finger for his anus. When she found the puckered aperture, she began to tease it while he squirmed and moaned under her now voracious mouth, thrusting up at her lust-contorted face with new ardor, his heels beating a tattoo on the mattress as, with a sudden urge to give him a new and unanticipated sensation, she shoved her middle finger to the limit in his anus and began to saw in and out. She whirled it around as his buttocks rose and fell in a mixed desire to try this new thing and also sink himself as deeply as possible between her gulping lips as her tongue swished and swirled and her teeth began to nibble at his hotly swelling penis.
Amy didn't know how she was doing it-she felt sure she was going to choke-but, amid urgent slurping, sucking noises escaping from around her tightly puckered lips, she began to work her mouth with abandoned frenzy while her swaying breasts danced under her heaving torso.
"Oh, suck, suck, SUCK!!!" he began to chant, fucking wildly up into her cock-filled mouth, feeling himself go deeper and deeper into her throat. He could see the sheen of sweat form on his aunt's laboring body, and the way her lips twisted grotesquely with the frantic movement of her head, wrapping with wild urgency around his cock. Her hair was spraying wildly, half-obscuring her beautiful face, and he reached down to hold it up and away so he could enjoy the sight of his young aunt doing to him the thing he'd only seen girls doing in dirty books-and none of them had been as good-looking as Amy! It was something he had never dreamed could happen!
His mother's sister seemed to be a demon, moaning and gulping and salivating and squirming. Suddenly she shifted, swinging her body over so she was kneeling between his widespread legs, one hand tantalizing his anus, the other holding the base of his cock upright as her glistening sensuous lips wrapped tight around him and gulped his lewdly pummeling length down and down and down. His cock felt like it was going to burst like a huge balloon. His balls were tingling, hurting, and he began to jerk his pelvis up to her face with violence:, each time burying his rampant cock to the hilt. He heard her try to gasp a protest, and thought she might try to stop, even now, and let him shoot into nothing but empty air. He couldn't have that! He tried to grasp her wildly plunging head, but she jerked back as he shouted, "I'm gonna cum soon!"
"Let me do it all!" his aunt almost screamed at him. "Don't hold my head!"
Before he could gasp a reply, her mouth had opened wide again to devour him, and he realized it would happen-she would let him cum in her avidly working mouth!"
Matching her downstrokes, he again began to buck upward, thrusting his heavy cudgel far down her receptive throat as Amy began to furiously milk his swelling balls in her lewdly clutching fingers. He realized, as the final seconds approached, that her eyes were open, watching his face, never leaving it despite the wild dipping and plunging of her head. Johnny began to moan incoherently, he wanted so much to hold her head when it happened!
Then it began, the great gushing of fire that began deep in his heaving loins and spurted through the thick tube on the underside of his cock, through the madly jerking head that felt like it was going to explode with the pressure.
Amy felt it too. By some unknown and unsuspected instinct, she stopped with only the flexing head still captive between her obscenely sucking lips. The great, thick hot stream poured into her greedily waiting mouth, shooting far back, coating her tonsils and spilling down her spasming throat. She wrapped her tongue around the lurching cock-shaft and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed deeply, eagerly gulping down the young boy's rich creamy cum so that it seemed the squirting fluid would never stop. She was sure she had never tasted anything more delicious, nor had she ever seen an expression to match that on the lust-contorted face of her nephew as his heaving hips continued to push up to her mouth. Finally the great stream slowed and she felt her belly must be full to the brain as slowly, with a moan of contentment, she sank down, her tongue still working, licking the length of his now deflating staff. She drew it between her nibbling lips to the base and then, wriggling down low between his wide-parted thighs, crouched there, her fingers caressing the now spent balls, until he was completely soft.
She slowly lifted her head, tendrils of thickening cum trailing from her slackening, passion-swollen mouth to the tip of his shriveled cock. As if in a daze, the lovely redhead carefully caught the web-like strands on the tips of her fingers and licked them away with the fluttering tip of her tongue, her breasts tossing as she tried to regain her normal breathing. Her blood was still pounding.
"Oh, Johnny," she managed to mumble. "My God...!"
"I never knew anything could be like that, Aunt Amy," the boy whispered. He held out his arms to her, his eyes filled with love, his body still trembling, wet with sweat. "I want to kiss you."
Amy felt a thick wetness trailing between her thighs and she reached down to feel her cunt. It was almost gushing and with an expression of unbelief, she whispered, "I came, Johnny! I'm still cumming! Look!" She opened her legs wide, so he could see the glistening evidence. Now she could begin to feel the subsiding tremors in her quivering body. "When you were in my mouth, I was so carried away I was cumming and never realized it! Oh, Johnny! Now what do we do?"
"I want to kiss you, Aunt Amy."
With a moan of mingled desire and confusion, she tumbled into his waiting arms, feeling his young nimble tongue spearing deep into her throat that still tingled sweetly with his semen. Even as she crawled wantonly over him, she was reaching between her legs to seek and tenderly hold the young cock which had given her undreamed-of pleasure.
For a long time they lay close together, kissing deeply, hands roving over each other's sweat-slick bodies until Amy felt young drew away from him, shaking her head.
"I want to do it to you, Aunt Amy," he murmured.
"Want to do what, Johnny?" she whispered back, knowing before he answered.
"I want to-I gotta fuck you!"
"Johnny! No!" She shook her head firmly. "That's the one thing we can never do! God knows we shouldn't have done what we did-but we couldn't help ourselves. That doesn't make it right, and you know it as well as I do. The other would be real incest!"
"Then let me kiss you there," he pleaded. "It wouldn't be any different than you doing it to me, would it?"
"No," she admitted. "But no one's ever done it, any more than I ever took a man into my mouth before. Johnny, you know I should send you away this minute! But I can't, because what happened was more my fault than yours! Oh, my darling boy! I've got to think! Think hard what to do about us. And I can't do it in this bed with you. Now, I'm going up to the house and do woman-things to take my mind off this for a little. I'll make breakfast. You get cleaned up and dress and come up in a few minutes."
"Okay, Aunt Amy," he said, trying to hide his disappointment and forget his thickening cock. "You're right--we gotta think."
"Something will work out," she said, drawing her short robe about her body and rising to leave. "I promise."
* * *
"Doubt I ever seen a woman so eager to suck cock," Bob Conway, the regular milkman said in awe as he and Dick Parrott hid in the heavy brush and watched Amy's sleek satiated form pass up the pathway, the short skirt of her robe flipping up to reveal her perfect buttocks.
"For a kid he sure got a big prick," Parrott agreed. "Didn't seem to bother her none."
"We oughta let her try ours on for size."
"Doubt it would be smart with the boy around."
"We'll wait, get her some time when she's alone. She gives us any shit, we'll let her know what we seen."
"That'll get her on her knees, by gum!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Amy Gilroy went into the downstairs bathroom to wash her face in cold water. She managed to look into the mirror, wondering if she could detect any change in her features after her degrading act. Instead she saw only an expression of fulfillment-a languorous heaviness to her eyes and a voluptuous fullness to her pouting lips. They appeared swollen to her, and in fact they were slightly sore, but pleasantly so, from the arduous task they had performed. Her mouth was still sweet with the last traces of Johnny's semen and she licked her lips, savoring the reminiscent piquancy.
Quickly she went upstairs and dressed in an old shirt and blue jeans, then went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. A glance at the antique wall clock shocked her. She suddenly realized she had been in the cottage over an hour and a half with Johnny, and most of that time she had been shamelessly sucking him, wantonly devouring his teenage penis! Again she told herself it must never happen again, that she must do something. But what? She could not bear to send him away-he had given her more than she had believed possible-even more than Chet had.
As she began to fry bacon and shred potatoes, she realized that she had made a big mistake with Chet. If only she had let herself yield to those strange urges she had had at times during their marriage-like being bold enough to bend over his loins and take his penis into her mouth-if she had let him know that she was anxious to make love in any way which would please and excite him she might not have lost him to a rich older woman. But, although he was a completely virile lover and had been able to do it to her for almost an hour at a time, he had had no imagination. Putting his cock between her breasts as he had done that first time was the only unusual thing he had ever attempted, or even suggested or hinted at. And he had done that only once! Hadn't she told him at the time that she'd do anything he wanted? How much more invitation did a man need? Perhaps, she thought, Chet had felt so ashamed after he saw his cum streaming down her face and streaking her hair that he had vowed to himself that never again would he subject her to such an indignity.
No, she thought with bitterness, he'd rather leave me for that bitch Bette, and her two million dollars and her alley-cat morals. It had been common gossip that Chet's new wife would screw or suck anything male, and so maybe Chet did all kinds of things with her. A forty year old nymphomaniac, so afraid of losing her looks and figure and lovers that she had to buy one.
Maybe she did me a favor at that, Amy thought now, as she had many times before, taking him while I'm still young enough to find another husband. If I'll ever want one, after what happened this morning.
Oh, Johnny!
At that moment he came in, as she was stirring eggs in a bowl, and put his arms around her from behind, cupping her full breasts and pressing himself against her clenching buttocks, now thinly but adequately clad in too-tight jeans. As her head came up and she tried to move from his grip, his mouth found her ear. He kissed it, his tongue sending tingles through her body.
"I love you, Aunt Amy," he said eagerly. She could feel his cock, long and hard again, pressing against the crack of her out thrust ass-cheeks.
"We'll work it out."
"Johnny-please-don't," she moaned as his fingers kneaded her breasts under the thin shirt. "Not so soon. Let's try not to even touch each other for the rest of the day."
'Tonight?"
"Let's not even think about tonight ... yet!"
"Okay," he said, grinning. Thinking of the way her mouth had so voraciously sucked his balls dry, he was sure something would happen. He knew they couldn't-shouldn't-fuck, but he was sure he could get his beautiful aunt to let him spread her long smooth legs and put his tongue into the sweet slit of her cunt. He was ravenous to do that, remembering how it had looked as she spread the thick, fleshy lips enclosed in their fringe of darkly-curling hair to show him how just sucking him had made her cum. Ooh, how he had to taste that. The aroma had been so sweet and pungent. "I'll behave."
They ate at the big table, and Amy discovered her appetite wasn't at all diminished by what she had done with the handsome young boy opposite her. But she resolved to think of things which would keep both of them occupied throughout the day, preferably at a safe distance from each other. She was not at all sure she could stop herself from yielding if he put his hands on her, and somehow her lewd wantonness, her incestuous desire for her nephew didn't seem to matter.
Addressing herself to the schedule for the day, she decided first to show Johnny around the salesroom itself in the old converted bam across the road. Inside, it was jammed with the thousands of items, from grandfather clocks of true antiquity to exact reproductions newly manufactured; rocking chairs, Sandwich glass, trivets, lamps of every possible shape and size, carriage lamps, hitching posts and thousands of other items dating to Colonial days.
"There will be times when I'll have to leave you here in charge alone, but I don't expect you to do any selling," Amy explained to her nephew. "Antique collectors like to bargain-that's half the pleasure of collecting, you see. If anyone should ever come in and offer the price that's on the tag, take it-but except for reproductions, which are all labeled as such-I doubt it will happen. The asking price is fifty per Cent higher than what I'll take in most cases. If an item is marked a hundred dollars, I'll take seventy, or sixty-five if it's been here too long. And there are special regular customers too. Don't worry if they go away without buying-if someone really wants a piece, they'll keep coming back until they get it. Okay?"
"I got you, Aunt Amy."
"Now, most of your work will be in the restoring shed. You'll be stripping old paint off things, and rust, and sanding down, and so on."
"I took wood shop last year in school. I dug it."
"Good-that will be a help. You won't do any refinishing. There's an old man in the village who's been doing it for centuries. Now, come along, and I'll tell you the names of some of these things. You won't remember many-it's taken me years of poring over old books through winter nights to find out what some are, and there are a few which are still mysteries even to the real old-timers around here. Nobody even knows what they were for to begin with."
The tour and instructions occupied the remainder of the morning and part of the early afternoon, until Amy realized it was past lunch-time. Twice they had been interrupted by customers, one of whom paid over two thousand dollars for a breakfront secretary of. dubious origin, but authentically antique.
Pocketing the check, Amy grinned and said, "Now we don't have to sell even one trivet for a month."
The unexpected sale briefly took her mind from her bad situation with Johnny, but after a hearty lunch, she decided it would be best to get him out of sight-and mind-for a few hours.
"I'd like you to go to the village and do some errands for me," she said. "There's a long list of things to be ordered at the hardware store. No modern store stocks some of the materials I need, but Mr. Perkins orders them for me. And a shopping list. You go to Carroll's grocery. They charge more than the supermarket, but will make up the order and even deliver it if I can't get away from here. Some bills to be paid. I'll give you those and checks." She brushed her hair back and pursed her lips as she tried to think of what she might have forgotten. Johnny Morgan felt his cock jump as he remembered what it had been like inside those lips. He'd never known anything could be so pleasureful. "I guess that's all. There's a bike I ride out in the shed. A girl's bike, I'm afraid. And take your time-you've got all afternoon."
"I dig, Aunt Amy. You want me outta the way for a couple of hours ... all afternoon. Okay. But I'll walk."
"Johnny, it's almost five miles," she protested.
"You think l could be seen on a girl's bike when it's my first day in town?"
Laughing, she couldn't resist hugging him. He tipped her mouth up and kissed the parting lips, driving his tongue between her teeth and deep into her throat, as he had pushed his young penis earlier. She swayed and, a sure sign that her body was betraying her, an automatic flexing of her cuntal muscles, made her struggle free, her face flushing.
"Damn it, don't do that!" she gasped. "Go!
Before we...."
"Yeah ... yeah, Aunt Amy, I better go."
In ten minutes, armed with the various lists and bills, the youth strode happily down the narrow blacktop road, in the shade of elm and maple trees, with alternating pastures and woodlots to either side of the road. He whistled, happy with himself. His instinct told him that if he didn't get out of line, didn't push, this summer with Aunt Amy would be a ball! He didn't know much about women, but he knew when one was starved for a man's cock. But why mine? he wondered. Christ, Aunt Amy could have all the guys she wants.
He remembered her firm upthrust breasts, the smooth tapering velvet flesh of her legs, the way her fingers were so delicate but urgently demanding, and above all, the way she had sucked him! She'd been a little hesitant at the beginning, and he sort of believed her when she said it was the first time. But God! It sure wouldn't be the last! Once she got doing it, the way she panted and licked and slurped as she was sucking! And when he'd cum, he'd thought she'd pull away at the first taste, and that's why he had moved to hold her head. He'd just had to shoot his hot sperm down her throat! But he sure needn't have worried. She'd not only sucked him so hard it hurt while he was spurting into her contorted mouth, she'd swallowed every bit of it and then knelt like a slave between his legs, keeping up the sucking and tonguing until he thought he'd get hard all over again that very minute! And it had been funny, groovy, tasting his cum in her mouth when she kissed him.
I wonder why the guys call it a blow job and not a suck job, he wondered idly. It made no logical sense to him.
About three miles down the road, he passed a milk truck coming in the opposite direction. He remembered the cases of milk he'd passed . earlier, in the clearing near the house, and guessed the two men in the truck had so many customers at this time of year they had to cover their route in two parts.
Whistling, he kicked a rock ahead of him and glanced at his wristwatch. He had plenty of time-hours-and he had some money. He could do the few errands in a short time and then scout around, meet some kids his age, and find out what they did for excitement in this seaside village. Maybe it was another Peyton Place. However they took up their time, he thought with a grin, he'd had more excitement his first morning than any of the others could think of for the whole season.
* * *
"Hey-looks like Amy Gilroy's toy is goin' in to town," Bob Conway said with a grin as they passed the happy youth.
"Ayep," Dick Parrott agreed. "Looks that way."
"If he's this far down the road, and walkin', I'd say he was goin' ta walk all the way ta town. Mebbe look the locals over."
"Ayep," Parrott agreed again. "Likely walk back."
"Might be a good idee to call on Amy Gilroy, see if she'll be needin' milk delivered, now she's got a boy on the place. Drop her off a couple quarts of our finest. Complimentary-like."
"Our finest what?" Parrott said with a cackle and loud slap of his palm on his leg. "Who gets to go just?"
"Should be me. This's my route," Conway said.
"You won't be but a minute anyhow."
"You kin ask yer old lady about that."
They both broke into lewd laughter at this rejoinder. It was common knowledge that nobody would consider fucking Dick Parrott's wife. She was hog-fat and always had a rancid odor about her gross body, even after her rare baths. From time to time, around the General Store porch, the town wit would propose a contest in which first prize would be to fuck Dora Parrott once. Second prize would be to fuck her twice. Chortling, they drove into the turnaround in front of the rambling old house. With a grin, Conway put his milkman's cap on his balding head and took two quarts of Grade-A, a carton of real ice cream, and a sales pamphlet of the dairy's products, and slid the truck door open.
"Let's go, buddy," he said.
Amy Gilroy, still elated by the unexpected financial windfall and beautifully aware of her reawakened womanhood, answered the door immediately. She was somewhat surprised to see the two milkmen, for several times in the past years one or the other had called by to attempt to convince her she should have regular home delivery of their products, and each time she had refused, saying that she used very little milk and would prefer to get it as needed from the store.
"'Afternoon, Amy," Conway said, his thick lips grinning widely. "Dick an' me thought we might drop in an' ask again about you takin' milk."
"Really, Mr. Conway, I haven't changed my mind," she said, not liking the look in his eyes-or the other one either. She knew both had the reputation for delivering more than milk along their routes. "No thank you."
"Well, you'll be needin' it regular, now that your nephew's here for the summer," Conway said, with an unmistakable leer, and Amy for a terrified moment thought there was a double meaning in his words. "Growin' boys need a lot of milk. Here's a couple of free samples of the best, an' some ice cream."
Before she could protest, he had pushed through the door past her, with Parrott following. They seemed to be enjoying some private joke, and she couldn't imagine what it might be.
"I said no thanks!" the beautiful redhead retorted. "Please take it and leave! I don't at all like your pushing in here. I may report you to your boss, but if you'll go, I'll forget it."
"You're lucky if we don't report you, you stuck-up bitch!" Parrott growled even as his partner grabbed Amy and pulled her struggling body close against his. "Cocksucker!"
"What-what!" The young divorcee was suddenly terrified. Somehow, these two gross animals knew. The blood drained from her face and she felt her knees go weak as for an instant she slumped against the burly milkman who now had his arm clamped tight around her waist. "What did you call me, you animal?" she snapped as she regained some self-control.
"He called you a cocksucker, Amy," Conway said with a chortle. "If you're gonna chew on your own nephew's prick, you should have sense enough to close the blinds. Me an' Dick were right outside, watchin' it all! You gonna try to deny it? There's been stories of things happenin' out here with young kids before, an' if we report what we seen to the Chief of Police, you know what'll happen? For one thing, he'll pull the boy in and start askin' him questions. Sure, the kid'll try to lie, but he'll break down. Start thinkin'!"
"Oooh, my God!" the beleaguered woman moaned. She wanted to die on the spot. Simply die! In the back of her mind she had known that sometime she must pay for the terrible thing she had done, for her unnatural lust, but she had ' never dreamed it would be so soon! Tears welled in her eyes and she could not meet their triumphant, mocking stares. At last, she found her voice again, and head bowed, mumbled, "What do you want?"
"You, baby," Parrott chortled. "What, the hell did you think we wanted-to sell you milk and eggs?"
She looked at them then, and saw no hope of mercy in their faces. She was alone, and it was doubtful that anyone who might rescue her from her predicament might come by and what would she tell them anyway? She had even put out a sign saying the antique shop would be closed for. the day. Johnny was gone to town, and she'd never want him to walk in on anything like this!
"You'll never get away with it-rape," she said weakly.
"It ain't gonna be rape," Conway said gleefully. "You're gonna invite us. An' not in that cottage where people can see. I hear you got a hell of a nice bedroom upstairs in this place. Let's go there. Now!"
Amy knew she was beaten. She would have to submit. At a later time, she might find a means of revenge-if such a thing could be avenged-but for now, she had no choice. Just get it over as quickly as possible, she thought. Now she met their lewd stares.
"All right ... which of you will be first?"
"We're partners-we stick together," Parrott said.
"Maybe we stick you together, baby," Conway said. "Upstairs!"
Sobbing, she led the way to her bedroom. One of them fingered her swaying buttocks on the way up and she jumped in revulsion, almost falling on the narrow stairway, before finally regaining her footing. Parrott closed and locked the door behind them.
"Strip," Conway ordered.
Numbly, she began to obey. The blackmailed divorcee turned her back to unbutton her blouse, but Parrott spun her around and growled, "Let's see it all!"
"What does it matter?" Amy moaned. She opened the-blouse, baring her unhindered breasts to their hot gaze. Then she unbuttoned the waistband of her jeans, worked the zipper down, and, hooking her thumbs into her panties and the jeans at the same time, bared her lush young body in one graceful bending motion, quickly stepping out of the garments and letting diem lie where they fell.
"Jeez, you have got a build," Conway said in awe. "What a set of tits! And that tight little pussy winkin' at us!"
Amy raised her head and stared at them coldly. Without a word, she lay across the bed, legs splayed open in obscene invitation, her greenish eyes fixed on the two men as they shed their white uniforms with trembling fingers, the sounds of their urgent panting filling the room. She saw their cocks, hard and ready, spring free, and for a moment shut her eyes. Where Johnny Morgan's penis had been so beautiful, these were utterly obscene, although of the same shape and size, more or less. They were turgid and thick, sprouting like trees from a thick forest of hair, with heavy sperm-laden testicles jouncing and jiggling at the bases. She thought of how long it had been since a man's penis had been inside her love starved pussy. Much too long, she knew, but she wanted neither of these. For a moment she wished she had let Johnny get hard again and do it to her. It would have been forbidden, incestuous, but beautiful, and at least she would have had love that way instead of vile rape!
"I'm gonna fuck you till your eyes spin round," Conway promised as he momentarily stroked the length of his rigid cock, peeling the foreskin back and forth over the blood-engorged head with a ham-like hand. "I was gonna make you suck it, but that body of yours is just too much! But we can have some fun first. Roll over on your belly!"
"Now listen," Amy said indignantly. "I can't stop...."
The lewdly grinning milkman did not give her a chance to finish as roughly he grabbed her by an arm and knee and flipped her onto her stomach. Her legs splayed wide, and with a lunge he was between them, grabbing her writhing hips in his strong hands.
"Get up on your knees, Amy-I'm gonna flick you dog-fashion!"
The unhappy young divorcee moaned and tried to grind herself down on the mattress, but the ham of his calloused hand cracked cruelly against the smooth white half-moons of her buttocks. She cried out in pain as he slapped her again, involuntarily rising up part way on her knees. Somehow, the sharp pain seemed to stimulate a churning in her loins, even as she felt the milkman moving up close behind her, his hands jerking her hips higher and higher. In the comer of the room was an antique pier-glass, and she could see her buttocks obscenely raised as he bent over her, knees wide apart, forcing her helplessly quivering thighs apart. His cock swayed, thick and ready to impale her defenseless cunt. Although tears streamed from her eyes, she could not take her gaze off the terrible instrument which was about to cruelly violate her cringing body.
Then she felt his rough thumbs forcing their way into the clenching muscles of her quaking ass-cheeks, slowly forcing them wide open. In the pier-glass she saw his head lowering and she thought frantically, What is he going to do now! Amy had her answer almost immediately as Conway bent low, his tongue flicking out.
She tried to tense her splayed buttocks, bring her thighs together, but his strength was too great. His face was poised before the fearfully trembling folds of her pussy-lips, the pressure of his thumbs and fingers gradually parting the narrow slit, revealing the soft, moistly displayed inner flesh to his lascivious gaze. Only inches away, Conway could now see outstanding beads of moisture forming on the vaginal tissues. He brought his mouth close and blew warmly onto her splayed-open pussy and knew triumph as the kneeling woman began to relax. The sweet woman-scent filled his flaring nostrils as her cunt literally flowered open before his lust-gleaming eyes and the provocatively glistening secretions began to trickle down the cream-white inner sides of her firm-fleshed thighs.
Again Conway blew into the open crevice, and this time Amy sighed audibly and thrust back against the stream of air, writhing a bit. The lovely young woman fought to stifle a groan as she felt her reserves slipping away. She had never felt so humiliated in her life, yet somehow she didn't want this thing-something which had never happened to her before-to stop! Deep in her quivering belly, strange pleasurable sensations were beginning to chum, for the hot breath was soothing to her aroused genitals, and she signed deeply, involuntarily swaying her smooth full hips and inching back toward the milkman's tantalizing mouth.
Suddenly Conway pushed his mouth tight against the pulsing slit, his tongue spearing deep up into her. Amy felt the invading tongue slither up into the depths of her cunt like a wet snake, and gasped in mingled debasement and pleasure of the most obscene sort! The prodding tongue began to probe in and out and she squirmed wildly as it withdrew only to trace a tantalizing path along the wide-open furrow of her pussy, licking the now flexing lips until finally it centered on her rising clitoris, encircling it, licking, teasing even as the milkman's searching mouth glued itself to her and literally sucked her clitoris so hard she could feel teeth nibbling it to taut erection. In the mirror she saw her face contort in pleased surprise at the way this coarse creature was somehow making her aching pussy feel so good.
"Aaaaagh!" she moaned, urgently shoving her cunt back at his face. "Ooooooooohhhh!!!!!!"
Her vaginal passage began to expand and contract, clutching at the probing tongue as it swirled in and out of her now responsively steaming pussy. Her breath began to come in short, uneven gasps, and she groaned in submission as she ground her back at the milkman's tongue, seeking more of the hot wet impalement and the sucking mouth. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she knew she had surrendered completely; she had never seen such an expression of wanton lust in her life, all brought on by the thrusting delving tongue. The loud sucking sounds seemed to fill her ears as the taut muscles of her buttocks opened and closed around Conway's glistening face, her cunt dilating wider and wider, her love-secretions overflowing to cover her straining thighs as she urgently rocked back and forth on her knees.
"Looks like she's about ready to fuck, Bob," Dick Parrott said gleefully, leaning over the bed to see his partner's mouth work on the flexing vaginal lips of the lovely redhead. Her moans and grunts of pleasure filled the room, heightened as she saw the watching man obscenely pumping his cock: this further perversion no longer made her recoil in horror. If anything, it increased her salaciously mounting excitement. All she wanted was more of the maddening tongue and then-then cock! Cock deep in her belly, filling her long-empty pussy to the hilt! The fact that these vile creatures who were blackmailing her would be the ones to bring her the relief she needed so much no longer mattered. Parrott grinned and waved his cock at her and said, "How about it, Amy? You about ready to fuck? Say it?"
"Ooooh ... aaaaggghhhh!" the writhing woman moaned, giving herself up totally to the impending lewd ravishment. "Oh, yes ... do it! Fuck me! Oh., fuck me!"
"Anything to oblige a pretty lady," Conway said with a leer of triumph as he drew his face away, with a final wet smacking kiss and knelt dose behind her, his thick ready penis in one impassive hand, foreskin peeled back. "Just open up wide-and I'll stretch that sweet pussy for you!"
With an urgent moan, Amy dropped to her elbows and salaciously wriggled her buttocks in lewd invitation as she felt the bulbous rubbery soft head slowly rub up and down the full length of her widely expanded vagina, moving slickly through the wet curly hairs guarding the opening. Her full heavy breasts swayed with the urgent undulations of her yearning body, the nipples brushing the sheet, becoming hard and taut. Behind her the husky milkman paused to let his eyes roam over the sleek whiteness of Amy's body, feasting finally on the writhing half moons of her wide-splayed buttocks, and the way her slender, perfectly-sculpted thighs were pressed tight back against his own hairy legs. With his fingers he spread her buttocks even wider apart, and then slowly brought the impatiently jerking head of his cock into light contact with the entrance to her warm vaginal depths, feeling the woman sigh and moan at the touch. Conway saw her tight puckered anus and thought it might be fun to fuck her there-it had to be tighter than any place else-but that could wait for another time. Now he had to get into her cunt or cum all over her back! He seized her hips and held her firmly, drawing her back to the bulging glans, feeling it press against the elastic entrance to Amy's cuntal passage where it jerked forward and after a brief hesitation, pushed into the hotly clasping depths.
"Oooooooh!" Amy sighed, humping back at him. Everything was gone from her reeling mind now except the need to be impaled on this brute's penetrating phallus. She had to have it rammed deep into her flexing cunt, fill her aching quaking belly! His tongue had already set her on fire-now he must use the only instrument which would put the searing flames out! "Put it in-please!"
The so-long-deprived divorcee ground her buttocks back shamelessly, watching it happen in the pier-glass. She felt herself slowly being split by his rock-hard length, the distended head moving in short strokes, sending rippling waves of fluttering cunt-flesh ahead of it as Conway gradually penetrated her. She twisted around and looked him full in the eyes, moaning wantonly, "For God's sake, get it in! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!!"
"Okay, Amy," Conway said with a grin. "Brace yourself!"
With hard fingers digging into her hips, he lunged forward. The great cudgel surged violently into her ready cunt, seeming to fill her loins to bursting, he thrust so violent that his heavy balls slapped against her clitoris and thighs with an audible smacking sound and the weight of him forced her face down into the bed. He paused, flexing the swollen thickness of his cock in her hot cuntal sheath. To Amy it felt like a huge log was growing in her belly, ripping her apart. She didn't know how she was absorbing it, but she was, and it felt wonderful. Groaning and panting, she got her hands under her and raised her torso as Conway began to slowly fuck in and out of her. For a moment he continued to hold her hips, until the wanton movements of her seductively writhing body told him she wanted this even more than he did. Then he rose high over her waving ass-cheeks as he began to plunge urgently into her in long deep strokes. She gasped and moaned and her cunt clutched at the savagely pummeling cock as it drove punishingly in and out of her tender tight pussy, each time drawing a flange of pink flesh with it, then driving the sucking mouth far back up into her heaving body. His balls bounced and danced against the button of her clitoris and each time they made contact she gasped softly.
"Ooooh, goood!" Amy moaned, grinding and bucking back with all her strength to meet each plunging stroke, feeling his hard, lust-swollen cock-length impale her deliciously in a steady rhythm. She began to rotate her buttocks, swaying her hips from side to side to urge him on to greater efforts. "Keep going ... keep going ... don't stop . ... I need this!"
"You need to fuck, huh, Amy?" Conroy said: "Yes ... yes," she said urgently, no longer feeling the humiliation, not caring that she looked in the antique mirror like the most lewd and wanton of sluts! She had a right to this moment of wild pleasure, she told herself. She'd waited long enough. If only it could be Johnny, and not this animal! "I need to fuck ... Fuck ... FUCK!!!"
"You got the right fucker," Conway said with an obscene grin. "I can fuck all afternoon. And then, Dick's ready."
For the first time in several minutes, Amy became aware of the other man. He was sitting by the bed, his cock in his hand, patiently waiting his turn and the thought that she would have to satisfy him too brought a moment of shame and revulsion as color flooded into her cheeks. It was bad enough to be fucking so hard with a man she loathed and loving it, but to be so carried away that she'd even forgotten they had a witness was really a measure of how low she'd sunk. But she no longer cared.
Somehow I'll have to make this up to Johnny, she thought with part of her mind, even as she writhed and humped and tried to impale herself even deeper on file steadily skewering cock in her cunt. But for the moment, this was soooo gooood!
"I think I'm cumming!" she cried out as a rippling began deep in her loins. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me hard, Bob!"
"So I'm Bob now?" he grunted, ramming into her steaming pussy with a great squishing sound. 'That's better, Amy."
"Oooooh! Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" the violently impaled woman cried out, her red mane tossing with the wild jerkings of her head and body. "Oh, yes ... yessssss! I'm cummmmiiinnnggg! Now ... now ... NOOOWWWWWW!"
Her body shuddered and quaked, contorting violently as the first wave of orgasm swept through her and the flood of warm aromatic cum gushed from the tightly clutching lips of her spasming cunt, coating the milkman's cock and balls and spreading in a slick orgasmic film over their straining bodies. It seemed like he was going ever deeper up into her, the distending head of his penis battering against her cervix as she writhed wildly under his jack-hammer strokes, the jiggling cheeks of her buttocks flexing and clenching, her clitoris throbbing with each new smacking of his balls against the wide-stretched "vee" of her trembling little pussy. Weakly she collapsed, her breasts flattening on the bed, her breath flaring through her nostrils noisily. For a moment the man above her paused, allowing her time to recover as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her sweating body. He held her hips high in the air, waiting. When she was in control of herself again, Amy struggled to take her weight on her elbows and forearms and turned to look at his grinning face.
"You didn't cum," she said.
"I told you I can keep this up all afternoon," he replied with a grin of lewd triumph over the kneeling woman. "Come on, Amy, move this pretty ass some more. You won't wear it out!" The lovely redhead really felt exhausted. But he was still deep in her, and hard as ever, and it did feel so good! With a weak smile, she concentrated on rotating her hips and gliding back on her knees to meet his now slower strokes as her wetly lubricated cunt clutched him like a skin-tight glove. Her breasts swayed and bounced as gradually their fucking approached its former speed. She didn't think die had the strength to cum again-not soon anyway-but he seemed to be right-it wasn't wearing out, though every other muscle in her body seemed to be on the point of exhaustion. She was thinking of asking him to get on top of her, do it the regular way, although this was a lot better than anything she remembered with Chet. She had a lot more freedom of movement, the breath wasn't crushed out of her with every hammering stroke, and it seemed that this milkman, taking her from the rear, was able to plumb depths of her love-starved cunt which had never been reached before! So breathing heavily, she began to fuck with all the energy she could find, reveling in the way it felt when his hard throbbing cudgel bored up into her rippling vagina and his sperm-laden balls smacked against the hungrily gulping lips of her cunt!
"Hey-you been fuckin' her for an hour and a half now," his partner complained at length. "Why don't you finish off and let me have my turn? I waited long enough!"
"I come hard-that's why they love me," Conway said. "Hell, Dick put it in her mouth. She can take both of us at once!"
"Oh, no!" Amy cried, aghast. "I couldn't ... not ever!"
"Sure you can, Amy," Conway said, laughing lewdly. "Dick, get on the bed in front of her and show her how it's done."
"Why the hell not?" his friend said with a chortle.
In a moment he had climbed onto the bed.
Legs spread wide, he wriggled down on her back until his loins were directly below Amy's shame-reddened face and her long hair was brushing his thighs with every rocking lunge as the other milkman continued to fuck steadily up into her from behind. She looked down and saw the thick pulsing cock of Dick Parrott poised mere inches from her face. In disgust she closed her eyes and tried to make the obscure vision go away.
"Suck it like you sucked the kid's!" Parrott ordered, grabbing her hair and trying to pull her head down. "Get it in your mouth!"
"Oooooooh, nooooo!" the humiliated young woman moaned helplessly, trying in vain to jerk her head from his strong fingers, feeling it being forced remorselessly down toward the bushy-haired loins. "Not this ... please!"
"Hold her nose, Dick," Conway instructed. "Get her mouth open and stuff it in!"
Strong fingers grasped Amy's nose brutally, twisting until she opened her mouth to scream in pain. At that instant, the hand on the back of her head pushed down hard, maneuvering her open mouth to the tip of the lust-swollen cock.
It pushed, like a huge mushroom, through her lips before she could press them closed, the glans seeming to fill her mouth as still the milkman held her nose, hurting her, making it impossible to breathe through her nostrils. She gagged, gulping for air with pouting lips, knowing there was no escape. With a sick feeling, she stopped fighting it and her lips formed a submissive, hot wet circle around the head of the older man's phallic rod.
She began to suck, and then swirl her tongue around obediently.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amy Gilroy couldn't believe that anything like this was really happening to her. It had to be a bad dream, submitting to even one of these creatures, let alone two. And what was even more revolting was the fact that she was enjoying her debasement, actually crying out for them to fuck, fuck, fuck her! Out of control, her body was going wild in response to the stimulus of a rigid penis ramming into her tightly clutching cunt that still gushed her own hot cum ... and now, a second cock shoved brutally into her mouth!
Yet it was cruelly real. There could be no denying the reality of the hot throbbing phallus sawing in and out of the young divorcee's pursed lips, and the memorable way it felt and tasted as her tongue circled it. The hands were still grasping her head so hard it hurt. In the pier-glass, she could see the thickness of the shaft distorting her avidly sucking face as it pulsed in and out of her mouth.
If only he would take his hands off her, she would submit, do what he wanted, Amy thought desperately. But there was no way to let him know this, she realized, except to take the initiative.
With shaking fingers, she reached to cup the heavy, sperm-swollen sac and caress his balls urgently, moaning deep in her throat as she drove her tortured mouth all the way to the thick base of his evenly sawing cock. On the upstroke, she swirled her tongue madly around the bulbous head, seeking the little hole which was oozing drops of pre-seminal fluid, her other hand encircling the base of the second milkman's cock with thumb and forefinger, squeezing urgently while with her eyes, she tried to let him know she would obey.
"I think she likes it, Bob," Parrott gloated. He released Amy's head as Conway lunged into her deeply from behind, driving her forward onto his friend's rigid cock fucking into her face.
Sick with humiliation at being buffeted back and forth between these two middle-aged men, Amy tried not to think or feel, just get it over with as quickly as possible. She tried not to think of the wild orgasm she'd already experienced from Conway's fucking ... but then she again caught a glimpse of herself in the antique mirror. She saw her wantonly churning buttocks ramming back at the skewering cock behind her, and the way her mouth drooled and tightened and contorted around the thick rod of flesh imprisoned between her sucking lips, and the image perversely excited her, rekindling her desire. She began to tighten her cunt around the hotly pummeling pole reaming into her from behind, and her lips started to work in abandoned earnest around the penis which they encircled.
Suddenly, she wanted to be used in this debased way, to pay penance for her transgression with young Johnny Morgan!
Johnny's aunt wanted to feel Bob Conway's hot sperm shooting into her belly, and drink that of his partner, feel Parrott's hot thick semen pouring down her throat, coating her tongue and tonsils! Only when these things happened could she start to make amends for what she had done with her sister's son!
Wild with masochistic desire, she sucked hungrily at the cock in her gulping mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating as her lips slid furiously up and down the turgid staff. Swirling her tongue around the blood-engorged head, she probed the glans opening, trying to make it erupt into her mouth. Her mouth was becoming filled with her own saliva and the slow emission of fluids from the excitedly pulsing penis held tight between her ovaled lips.
Amy felt now as though she had two cunts, both deliciously filled and she moaned and humped back at one cock even as her head dove eagerly down the length of the other while deep in her throat she gurgled in awakening ecstasy. She felt her own loins contracting, trembling again, and knew another orgasm was about to sweep through her thrashing body.
"Ugh! Ugh! Uuuuuuggggghhh!!!" she groaned, as she felt the cock in her pussy begin to expand to an unbelievable size. The head seemed to be filling her entire belly, the shaft about to split her already stretched cunt completely apart! Urgently she churned her buttocks back, trying to spread her ass-cheeks wider, wanting to cum again before the hard-fucking milkman spilled his heavy load of steaming hot sperm far up into her churning pussy. Conway rammed into her brutally, grinding his pelvis against her feverishly straining cunt, his balls smashing her throbbing clitoris. Then she felt the first burning spurt of his cum spreading like fire at the very mouth of her womb, and the sensation brought her to the peak, her nostrils flaring as she sucked furiously on the penis in her mouth-, wanting to taste Parrott's juices at the same moment that both she and Conway were soaring together in wild orgasm. The sound of her sucking mouth and Conway's cock squishing in and out of her flowing pussy filled the room. She felt Conway's exploding balls banging wildly against her aroused clitoris ... and then the cock in her mouth was swelling, getting longer and harder, so long she could no longer absorb all of it. She heard Parrott begin to gasp and make inarticulate sounds, as he was rammed heatedly up from the bed, pumping into her gulping mouth like a man possessed.
The thick sweet sperm gushed into her throat, filled her sucking cheeks, and she gagged, trying to breathe and swallow at the same time, even as she felt her cunt bum with the welling inferno of Conway's ejaculation. She gulped urgently, her throat muscles working furiously, her mouth tight as a rubber band around the jerking penis as thick streams of cum oozed past her greedily compressed lips and she felt Parrott's hands holding her head down tight to his loins.
Trembling with her own orgasm, Amy went limp while she continued to suck at both cocks, using her lips and tongue and the muscles deep in her cunt to drain both men dry.
She saw herself in the mirror, with one man bent over her, his softening penis still embedded deep in her spasming cunt, herself now kneeling low over a second man whose cock was completely buried in her weakly sucking mouth, and thought, What have I come to?
I have been used as cheaply as any whore ever was!
I loathe these men, yet I wanted what they did as much as they wanted to do it to me!
And all the time I was wishing it was Johnny in my cunt and my mouth at the same time!
Bob Conway drew his limp cock from her still-clutching pussy with an obscene squishing sound and grinned at Parrott as he said, "If you don't pull it out of her mouth, I think she might chew it off ya!"
"Best blow job I ever got," Parrott replied with a grin as he lifted Amy's face from his loins. "Didn't let a drop get away."
Slowly, without a word, Amy got off the bed. The brutally used young woman gathered her clothes and went to the adjoining bathroom, locking the door behind her. She could not bear to look at herself in the mirror until after she had showered. She used a strong mouthwash to remove all taste of Parrott's cum, but found she could not remove the memory of how much she had wanted his thick cock to spill the hot juice into her mouth in the throes of her animal passion. She found she could accept the fact of her own sexual response ... she was, after all, a healthy woman who had denied herself so long that the denial in itself had become a perversion ... but what had troubled her deeply was the knowledge that, had it been Johnny Morgan's semen she had tasted, she would have savored it long after it was only a memory. And she would never have washed Johnny's cum from the tender lips of her lust-swollen cunt.
From a distant niche of memory came a bit of an old song....
What a difference a day makes.
Twenty four little hours....
Oh, God, Amy thought, it's only been twenty four hours since I met Johnny at the airport! A life can't change this fast!
Yet she knew her life had changed, and she would have to do something about it. Something about Johnny-and something about the two milkmen.
By the time she had finished her shower, the two milkmen had gone. She was sure they would be back, with continuing demands, for God only knew what other perversions. Amy didn't know where to turn, as she slowly dressed in fresh clothes. The bedroom reeked of sex. She got an aerosol can of deodorant and sprayed it thoroughly. Ideas of doing something drastic, like getting a gun or a vicious guard dog came to mind and were dismissed. She knew nothing about handling either guns or dogs.
Finally, she was able to comb out her hair and study her face in the mirror. She decided there were no outward signs of her ordeal, except a possible dullness in her usually vivacious eyes. Perhaps Johnny wouldn't notice....
* * *
Upon his return, Johnny Morgan sensed that something was wrong, but he mistakenly attributed his lovely aunt's mood to what had happened between them. He decided to say nothing, fearing that if he said the wrong thing, it might trigger Amy into sending him away-and that was a thought he couldn't bear! They had an almost silent supper, carefully speaking of things which were of little or no importance, both skirting what was foremost in their troubled minds. For her part, Amy was beginning to live in fear that the two milkmen would brag about their conquest-or, even worse-tell their friends about how they had watched her with Johnny! She could only hope that the prospects of returning to ravish her again and again would quiet their tongues.
Johnny told her he had done all the errands quickly and then had gone exploring through the old seaside town, easily making friends with a number of other teenagers, some of them local, but most here for the summer like himself. Amy asked if he'd met any pretty girls, and Johnny admitted there were some.
"But none like you, Aunt Amy!" he blurted.
Amy felt the flush spread to her face. She wanted to talk with Johnny, but was afraid if she started, she would let slip what had happened while he was away, and somehow he had to be spared that.
So, pleading a headache, she went up to bed at an earlier hour than usual. Johnny moved to kiss her good night, but she turned her mouth away and his lips merely brushed her cheek. Yet the grasp of his young strong hands burned through her clothing. She almost ran up the stairs, and, when she got to her room, quickly turned the key in the door, thinking it wasn't Johnny she mistrusted-it was herself. She took two sleeping pills-something she never did-and quickly climbed into bed. She thought of getting a glass of whiskey to make them work faster, but that would mean unlocking the door and going downstairs. She didn't know if Johnny had gone to the river cottage or was staying up to watch television, and she didn't want to take the chance.
It was only a few minutes past nine o'clock when she fell asleep, and at three in the morning she knew she'd made a mistake. She awoke with a vision of Johnny lying naked in the bed in the cottage below. Was his cock hard? Were his balls swollen with semen? Was he perhaps masturbating? Amy seldom slept more than six hours a night, supplementing this with a mid-afternoon nap when she had a chance. She knew from long experience she would not be able to fall asleep again, and she wished she had stayed up late, reading, or watching television until her troubled brain was exhausted. For a long time she tossed and turned. Finally, in desperation, she pulled on her robe and went downstairs. She poured a tumbler nearly full of whiskey and tried to interest herself in reading. She pored over several publications dealing with antiques without retaining a word of what was on the pages. Then she turned to a book-club novel, only to discover it was one of those in which the most graphic descriptions of sex played a major part. From time to time she took long sips on her drink, not liking the harsh taste of the whiskey. It seemed to burn her full lips. They felt bruised and swollen. She inspected them carefully and to her dismay they seemed more full and tender, riper than usual. She wet them with the flickering tip of her tongue and imagined she had a rock-hard penis clamped tight between them. Seized with disgust at herself, she returned to the book.
It was no good. Every time the heroine dropped to her knees to eagerly fellate her lover, it was Amy Gilroy's mouth that was lewdly sucking the phallus. And when the girl rolled on her back and locked her legs tightly around the man, her fingernails raking his back, it was Amy's own cunt which was filled to bursting. Of its own accord, the hand which wasn't holding the book crept to the curling hairs of her moistening loins and penetrated the swelling fleshy lips of her cunt. She began to rub her clitoris slowly, tantalizingly as she read, and she thought of the pictures in Johnny's pornographic book. She dropped the book and began to manipulate her lewdly probing fingers faster and harder and deeper, and in a matter of minutes knew it was no good. Nothing was happening. She thought of the stream of water from the bathtub and knew that wouldn't ease her problem either. She gulped down the remainder of the drink and stood, feeling a slightly dizzy sensation in her head. She knew she should not drink. In the mirror, her eyes were heavy-lidded, wide and dark now.
"Damn you, go to him and get it over with!" she cried.
Wearing only the short robe and moccasins, she almost ran down the path to the cottage. The first suggestion of dawn was in the almost cloudless sky, and the nearly full moon hung low over the wooded hills to the west. Amy Gilroy found herself panting as she reached the door of the cottage. It was unlocked, and she let herself in quietly, moved almost soundlessly to the bedroom. Thin moonlight came through the big windows, enough to illuminate Johnny Morgan's young limber body sprawled on the bed. He lay on his back, hair tumbled over his eyes. It was a warm night and he was sleeping without a blanket. The sheet had twisted away from his body so that he could see the darker patch of his pubic hair and the long thick shaft of his erect penis sticking straight up from it!
"Oh, Johnny...." die whispered, taking a cautious step into the room. She thought he must be having an erotic dream. Perhaps if she very softly went and knelt by the edge of the bed and just took the blood-engorged tip between her lips, he would not awaken. It would all be part of a beautiful dream for him, and she was sure that just the taste and feel of him in her mouth would appease her own compelling hunger! Very slowly, she approached the bed and knelt, with the hot tips of her fingers lifting the iron-hard cock away from his belly. He moaned softly and his hips jerked as she tenderly peeled the loose foreskin back over the smooth bulbous head. She lowered her face over it, wet lips opening wide, pursing in an obscene round O over her teeth. She licked her lips before closing them over the glans, holding her mouth motionless. But she couldn't control her tongue and eagerly, it swept over the rounded rubbery head so that soon the young boy jerked upright in bed, fully awake.
"Aunt Amy!" he cried. His big hands went to her head and he pushed her mouth all the way down his turgid staff until his pulsing thickness bored deep into her spasming throat and her nose was buried in his mass of tickling curly pubic hair. Her fingers moved to lift his semen-heavy balls and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. "Oooooh ... Aunt Amy!!!"
For a long minute, oblivious of everything but the rock-hard maleness sliding in and out of her glistening lips and the way it felt and tasted to her urgently swirling tongue, the lovely redhead drove her head up and down over the boy's surging loins. Then, remembering where she was and what had happened in this cottage before, she drew away, wiping her lust-swollen mouth. As Johnny Morgan reached to pull her head down again, she held him back.
"Wait, Johnny!" Amy pleaded. "I fought this all night. I couldn't help myself. But not here!"
"Why not, Aunt Amy?" he said with youthful logic. "It's where we are."
Amy could not tell him the truth, so she invented a lie which had some merit as she said, "Johnny-you know how wrong it is for me to make love to you. Now, suppose somebody saw us-or just me leaving. An early fisherman, or someone. It wouldn't be an hour before stories were all over town! No, you must come to the big house. People wouldn't think anything of it if they saw you up there."
"Yeah-well, I guess. But it was so groovy, having you wake me up like that."
"We'll do better in my big bed. We can do anything there, without worrying," she promised, licking her lips suggestively.
"Anything, Aunt Amy?" he said eagerly. "You mean fuck!"
"I-I don't know," she confessed. "You know that's the one thing we should never do." She sighed, wanting him in her pussy so much, fighting her own unnatural desires that burned like a forest fire in her loins. "But get some clothes on and come up to the house. Come right upstairs, Johnny. Quickly!"
Before he could reply she sprang to her feet and almost ran from the cottage to the house. Her urgent footsteps thumped softly on the thick carpeting of the antique stairway. Once safely in her room, she turned on a soft pink light. She shed her robe with nervous fingers and dropped onto the big bed, legs splaying wide, her fingers sliding wantonly into the pulsing lips of her expectantly lubricated pussy as they began to massage her clitoris in her impatient wait for her teenage lover.
Johnny bounded up the stairway, wearing only a T-shirt and faded jeans, the outline of his cock thick and long at the front of his pants. With a hungry animal cry his aunt slid from the bed and dropped to her knees on the thick carpet in front of him her trembling fingers fumbling for his zipper, binding it and jerking it down roughly. His rampant hardness sprang out, hard and distended, still glistening with her saliva. With a moan, she took it in both her delicate hands, pumping in slowly, watching the foreskin flow back and forth like a soft glove over the swelling head. She bent forward to plant urgent kisses around the warmth of the glans, her tongue sliding from between widely parted lips to lave it tenderly. To her eyes it seemed like the mainmast of a big Yankee clipper. His oval shaped balls swayed in their soft, cum-laden sac at the base, and she felt his hands in her hair, drawing her face closer to his thrusting loins, as, with a soft sigh of desire she drew his urgently throbbing hardness into her mouth, her tongue working along the entire length of him. Her hand moved behind his back, into the crack of his buttocks, seeking his puckered anus, while Amy moaned deep in her throat; in the pier glass she could see her kneeling figure, hair bobbing as her seeking mouth drove back and forth along the rod of hotly pulsing male flesh, her lips contorting, pulling out with the urgency of her sucking. Her subservient position excited her-it was so different from the last glimpse she'd had of herself in this mirror, when she'd been brutally fucked from the rear by one man while another stuffed his cock down her throat. It came to her that this was what she'd wanted from Chet, this being placed in a submissive role, and he had failed her.
Momentarily she pulled her lips away and cried, "Johnny! Hold my head! This time I want you to jam it in my mouth! Hard! Hard as you can!"
Lips parting wide, she bent to him again, but instead of doing what she wanted, he pulled her to her feet and said, "I don't want you to make me cum yet, Aunt Amy! I want to do it to you ... I want to eat you!"
"Oooooh, Johnny," she mumbled. "I-I don't know ... isn't this good enough?"
"You're beautiful, Aunt Amy," he said urgently. "But you said we could do anything! Except maybe fuck. You gotta let me eat you!" Without giving her a chance to argue, the sandy-haired youth pushed his aunt onto the bed. Amy felt his young limber weight follow, pinning her to the soft mattress. Then his eager mouth captured her own, his tongue forcing her ready lips apart, as a hand found one of her flailing knees and quickly slid up the hot smooth contours of her eagerly quivering inner thigh to find the moist "vee" of her cunt, the fingers slipping over the passion-swollen Ups, seeking entry. Against his mouth she sighed, sucking his tongue eagerly as her legs parted wider to give his probing hand full access to her surging loins.
"Hot and juicy," he mumbled against her mouth. He slid one lean muscular leg between hers, as though afraid she would try to prevent him from reaching his objective, and moved lower over her straining body, the fingers of his other hand kneading a breast, bringing the pink nipple bud to even greater hardness. Then his Ups closed on it and he began to suck. She felt the light nibbling of his teeth and the hot wash of his breath over her breast as his hand squeezed and rolled it and his tongue teased around the center. First one finger, then two, was working its way up into her churning cunt, past the tightly flexing pussy Ups, and the thumb was titillating her clitoris until Amy was ready to scream with mounting arousal. He raised his young face and blurted, "I gotta eat you! I just gotta, Aunt Amy!"
Before she could reply, he slid down lower on the bed, crawling on all fours between her splayed legs, his eager face staring up at her as if asking final permission. The wanton churning of her buttocks answered him and the boy stared, almost not believing, at the open "vee" of her loins, with the expanding and contracting mouth of her wetly gleaming pussy mere inches away. He could see droplets of the same dew which had coated it when she showed him how she had cum while sucking him. He just had to taste it-quickly! He could smell the sweet aroma of her vaginal juices and his lust-possessed aunt watched his tongue nervously circle his lips.
Johnny's head dipped then, and the long tip of his tongue swirled in the crease between her thighs for a moment before his open mouth closed tightly over the pulsing vaginal lips. She raised her head to watch as his tongue slashed and probed and sought her cuntal warmth. Then his fingers were spreading her wide open and his tongue was sliding deep, deep, deep up into the flowing channel of her pussy and she moaned in sudden ecstasy, urgently clamping the softness of her thighs to frame his burrowing face. The sensations he was arousing deep in her undulating body startled the young divorcee, and her hands tugged his head tight to her "vee" with its softly curling frame of dark red hair while the white mounds of her buttocks began to toss and heave and bounce in abandoned pleasure. She released his head, sliding her fingers along the inner flesh of her thighs, finding her cunt lips and holding them wide for his hotly searching mouth while she humped her pelvis up, urging him to lick her teased taut clitoris.
"Ooooh! Right there! That's it!" she cried out as his tongue found its tiny target, the searing hot tip flicking like the tongue of a snake, and ground her hips up at him as his lips pursed tightly around the sensitive button and began to suck. "Lick me, Johnny! Oh, suck me!"
She moaned deep in her throat as the delving tongue began to make slow sensuous swirls and stabs along the entire length of her wide-open pussy, fluttering like the wings of an incredible butterfly. Her hips churned out of control as her body sought to anticipate the next direction the teenager's tongue would take. Johnny worked eagerly, feeling the wet curly softness of her pubic hair brushing against his mouth and the lustfully spasmodic clamping of her straining thighs around his face that glistened with a mixture of her vaginal juices and his own saliva. He fed on his aunt hungrily while his hands moved up along her fervidly writhing body until they closed over the firm white breasts. He paused for a moment, raising his eyes to drink in the sight of Amy's passion-contorted face, and with youthful arrogance knew he had a love-slave in his beautiful aunt! He wondered if she'd ever been turned on like this before, and thought probably not, or she wouldn't have stayed away from men for so long, and he'd never have had a chancy!
"Now she was his! She'd get on her knees and suck his cock any time he told her to, and he would drive her wild with his tongue!
And he'd fuck her! He'd fuck her bouncing ass right through her own bed! He was sure that in a way he loved Amy, and the way to keep her for himself was to give her so much cock she couldn't think of anything else. From her groans, he was sure his aunt was close to cumming. Well, he'd make it an experience she'd never forget!
He shifted, moving his hands and arms, releasing the full upthrust breasts that bore the red marks of his fingers to grab her trembling thighs and spread them even wider, until Amy cried out in pain. He lifted her legs and pushed them up over her body until her knees were pressing her breasts flat against her rib cage, exposing the breadth of her pelvis completely. He speared his tongue into the hot-fringed flesh of her pussy, teasing around the open pink mouth, and was rewarded by her fingers tugging at his hair, trying to pull his face even tighter to her convulsively flexing cunt. He clamped his lips tight over it and slid the twirling seeking length of his tongue deep into her vagina, feeling her cuntal muscles sucking at it in the warm throbbing depths, and the smooth moist flesh slipping and rippling wetly around it while the outer lips opened and closed greedily. Her heels locked around the back of his neck and Johnny thought she was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots. Her pungent female juices were flowing steadily into his avid mouth now, the scent teasing his penis to a hardness like he never remembered having before.
Amy was lost in the overwhelming sexual sensations which flowed over and through her body as she tensed and strained upward toward the maddening wet probe of the boy's tongue as it slithered deep up into her wantonly gyrating belly. Her mouth worked like a fish's mouth as she rolled and groaned and writhed to meet every thrust of the lewdly darting tongue, her head flailing as she used her hands to pull his face painfully tight to her aroused flesh and then, Oh, God! She felt Johnny's hands spreading her ass-cheeks wide, rolling her churning buttocks up high from the bed, sensing a finger slipping into her drenched pussy, momentarily replacing the tantalizing tongue. And then it was probing at the tight puckered hole of her anus!
"Oh, Johnny!" she screamed. "Yes! Yeeeessssss!!!"
As she screwed her buttocks down violently on the invading finger, Amy felt a delicious stab of pain as Johnny drove it up to the very hilt in her churning nether passage and began to saw it in and out so violently that the smack of his palm against her obscenely straining buttocks made it sound like she was being spanked. The sudden unexpected anal contact triggered the molten flow deep in her belly and she felt it gushing down her hotly surging cuntal passage to flow heavily, warm and fragrant, from the spasming lips of her vagina into her nephew's sucking mouth.
Her body arched her back and thrashed her long flailing legs in the air as she flooded his face with her passion-juices, a stream of it escaping his avid lips to run between the cheeks of her buttocks and spread in a pool on the sheet. Johnny didn't relent with his oral caresses, his tongue still probing wildly as he sucked hard on the wide-open vaginal lips, drinking her in even as Amy's continuing orgasm brought ever louder cries from her lust-contorted mouth. Finally she seemed to lose all strength. She lay, barely moving, as wave after receding wave of her climax shook her glistening body, her legs still splayed wide and her soft pubic hair soaked with her own secretions and Johnny's saliva. She tried to look into the pier-glass to see their reflection as Johnny, still kneeling between her orgasmically trembling thighs, continued to lick her pussy until he had emptied her.
Finally, he rose on all fours, and then to his knees. With a gasp, Amy saw her nephew's cock was still long and hard. He knelt over her, the impressive penile length swaying with his heavy breathing, looking down at her and slowly working the foreskin back and forth.
His voice ragged from his exertions, he looked into her glazed eyes and said, "Now I'm gonna fuck you, Aunt Amy."
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, no, Johnny," his satiated young aunt pleaded. "You can't do that!" She tried to writhe away from him, but her muscles would not work. She could do nothing but lie there, eyes fascinated, as she watched him lean far over her, stroking his long hard penis, making the bulbous head pop out of the foreskin and then disappear again as the fleshy sheath closed over it. She went on, "I love you ... I want to ... but it's wrong ... wrong! It's incest!"
"I hear they dig incest in this part of the country," he said with a grin. "A few of the local kids were telling me what happens in the . winter when the snow is too deep for anybody to go anywhere. Aunt Amy, everybody fucks! Brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters, mothers and sons. You know. You've lived up here long enough to know!"
Amy did know. It was never spoken of outwardly, but in little snickers. It was true, but that didn't make it right. She knew she couldn't excuse herself for what she had already allowed with Johnny. He was just a little more than a child; she would have to take all the blame.
The young divorcee had debased herself in her own bathtub, and, insatiable, had gone to her own nephew's bedroom where she had wantonly, lewdly, sucked him. She had submitted to the obscene demands of the two milkmen. She had tried to get drunk and forget it all and take sleeping pills, and when the demands of her own body had become too great, she had succumbed to temptation and almost dragged the teenager to her bed and let him perform cunnilingus on her.
So, the beautiful auburn-haired woman told herself, whatever happens to me, I must deserve!
I deserve anything Johnny wants to do to me, anything Bob Conway and Dick Parrott, those filthy old milkmen, demand.
I must submit!
And I'm afraid I want this ... want that young, hard cock deep in my belly. Ripping and tearing at me, punching and probing until my cunt is full and stretched and the feel of it just drives me out of my mind!
I want Johnny to fuck me ... fuck away all the bad things that have happened to me today .-no, that was yesterday-and make me a woman! Again and again and again! And God forgive me!
Submissively, she lay back, letting Johnny maneuver himself low between her widely parted legs. The sight of him fascinated her, and the insistently bulging head of his cock seemed to fill her vision as he lowered himself over her yielding body and peeled the foreskin back over the length of his penis. She felt it touch the ultra-sensitive flesh of her cuntal lips and her entire body jerked at the warm contact as she clutched at him, managing to find her voice.
Her wildly excited young nephew grinned down at her face, reading the lust there, and despite her urgent pleas he knew the words really meant nothing. Very slowly, he took the rampantly pounding shaft of his blood-inflated cock in his hand and placed the burning hot tip against the lubricated lips of her pussy, feeling it open to accept him, feeling her hips rise in invitation. He looked deep into her dark green eyes and chuckled.
His lean young body was poised above her widespread loins, ready to plunge up into the hot depths, and he felt one of her hands hesitantly close on the thick staff of his penis, replacing his own, and move it slightly, guiding it urgently to her quivering cuntal opening. He grasped both high, wide-set breasts in his hands and squeezed hard, saw tears appear in the comers of her wide eyes at the sudden pain. The suddenly lust-crazed boy breathed heavily and spoke harshly.
"Aunt Amy, you want me to fuck you ... don't you?"
"Oooooh, Johnny!" She shook her head negatively, and then he thrust his hips forward, feeling his cock-head pop into the tight elastic mouth of her eagerly clasping pussy. He watched her eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and delight, and thrust again, going only a fraction of an inch deeper up into her yielding flesh. Her mouth gulped as she cried, "Ooooohhhhhh ... Johnnnnneeee!!!"
"You're beautiful, Aunt Amy," he mumbled, as he threw the entire weight of his body and all the strength of his young legs and hips into one lunge deep up into the cuntal softness of her. It felt like her velvety interior flesh was being pushed before his impaling cock-head in great rippling waves. He felt her pelvis surging up to accept him, and the hard slamming of it against his driving cock, and the wetness of her pussy against his balls as they drove home without mercy, smacking against the widespread cheeks of her proffered buttocks. "So fucking beautiful!"
"Johhhnnneeeee!" she cried out, as her long, beautifully tapered legs flew into the air in response to the violence of his entry. They quickly wrapped around his back, and her heels drummed against his humping buttocks. Her arms clasped his shoulders and back and her fingernails began to rake blood from his young flesh as her tortured voluptuous body surged up to meet him, attempting to absorb energy from the cudgel that was mercilessly plunging deep into her. Amy's eyes rolled, and she gasped, "You're fucking me! How can I let you fuck me? How? How?"
"You ... want ... me ... fucking ... you ... Aunt ... A-my!"
Each word marked another deep-driving stroke up into the young woman's hotly grasping cunt. All doubts were swept away from her troubled mind as she felt the hard skewering phallus ramming into her yielding flesh, more beautiful than anything she'd ever experienced. Chet had satisfied her and no more. He had never excited her. The milkman, with his more experienced cock, had raised her to new heights, only to plunge her into depravity as he urged his partner to make her suck his penis at the same time. But young Johnny Morgan, jackhammering in and out of the grasping depths of her still-flowing cunt, was beyond belief.
It was wrong, wrong, wrong! And still Amy knew she was loving it!
Although Johnny was pistoning in and out of her furiously, it seemed that every driving, smashing, deliciously hurting stroke took forever, filling and stretching her cunt as she rolled and thrashed beneath his fucking. A lewd thrill of excitement filled her when, looking up at his straining young face, she knew it was as good for him as it was for herself. He was raising up high on his hands, looking down between her widespread legs, watching the long thick shaft of his penis sluicing obscenely in and out of the urgently grasping lips of her cunt, wet with the fluids which were flowing so freely from her straining yielding body. Amy yielded to the sensations, let her body ride with his and enjoy it as he fucked her mercilessly, her hair-fringed cunt clasping him as he almost pulled out on every long stroke, then at once rammed his rigid rock-hard cock back up into the hot depths of her bucking loins. His hands captured the jiggling white mounds of her bouncing breasts and kneaded them harshly. The touch was almost more than he could stand-he imagined he could feel droplets of milk flowing from the tautly aroused nipples, but it was only his imagination-his Aunt Amy was just perspiring profusely from her exertions in meeting his wild young fucking. The lovely redhead's eyes were wide, glazing, and her mouth was slack. Johnny sensed she was going to cum again, and he wanted to cum with her, deep in the seething depths of her voraciously hungry cunt. Amy was moaning and gasping and crying out softly, and he thought he might be hurting her until he took a long look at the tight smile of pleasure on her heavy sensuous mouth, and then he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was-maybe even more!
"Ooooooh ... Johnny ... this is beautiful...." the older woman moaned, grasping him tighter with spasming legs and arms. She thrashed desperately underneath his pumping body, humping up at him, taking all of him hard into her with each plunge, feeling his balls smack into the widespread cheeks of her deliriously undulating ass-cheeks. She knew she had lost all control of both herself and her illicit young lover. She could only move with him, fuck back, draw him into the ultimate depths of her cunt until she could feel the hot swollen head of his cock hitting her cervix and his pubic bone ramming and rubbing on the achingly sensitive bud of her clitoris. She didn't know if she could cum again so soon, but she had to-had to! She rolled her head on the mattress and gasped, "Put your finger in my ass! Hard, Johnny! In my ass! Hard as you can!"
She locked her legs even tighter around him, high on his back, so her entire pelvis was exposed and her ass-cheeks spread so wide they ached with the strain. She felt his hand move down along her thrashing body, over the sleek swell of her hips, to the trembling crease of her gyrating buttocks. At the instant when she felt his fingertip make contact with her pulsing anus, she screwed down on it with every muscle in her body. It was restrained momentarily, but only until Johnny stiffened it and thrust up at her downward surge, the rubbery ring opening obscenely to the intrusion.
"Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!" Amy cried out, wriggling up and down the probing length of it. "That's it-that's it!" Her long fingernails scratched his humping back sensuously as with her cunt and rectum, she fucked up and down on his plunging cock and reaming finger. "Oh, God, Johnny, I'm cumming again! Again! Now ... now, NOW ... Oh, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
Amy let her entire body and mind go with the surging tide of completion that washed over her, sweeping all awareness away, making every muscle in her body twitch, every nerve come alive. Her legs clamped the boy like a vise as he continued to screw into her, and her buttocks bounced wildly on the semen-soaked bed, her eyes rolling in her head so that she could no longer keep his straining face in focus as his body rose and plunged above hers, each time sinking his incestuously skewering rod of flesh deep up into her gushing cunt. She had no idea how long it went on, the delicious cumming that racked her, and until it subsided, all sense of right and wrong were lost. She knew only that she was fucking and cumming.
And Johnny seemed to be nowhere near completion, while her own body was uncoordinated, no longer able to meet the pistoning strokes of his rigidly thick cock. She was somehow able to organize her mind, and she looked up into his lust-crazed eyes, the realization of what she was doing slowly returning to her.
Incest! She had gone all the way-or almost. He had not cum in her pussy yet. She wanted him to, wanted to feel his rampant rod of flesh swell and spurt deep in her belly, but knew that if it happened, nothing would ever be the same again. Not that anything ever would, really, but it would be nice to know there was one extreme she hadn't reached in her depraved relationship with her young nephew. She pulled his face down to her and put her mouth against his ear.
"Johnny, you mustn't cum in me, you know!"
"I gotta!" he blurted, fucking harder into her.
"No!" Amy gasped. "Please, no!" She sent the tip of her tongue swirling into his ear, hoping to excite him that way. "h I know a better way!"
"In your ass, Aunt Amy?" he said, pausing in his urgent screwing for a moment, his finger still sunk deep in her nether passage, where he worked it around, ramming farther up into her sensitive forbidden flesh. She could feel his cock moving against it, separated by only a thin membrane. "That could be a groove!"
"No!" his aunt cried. She'd never thought of such a thing, even though having his finger sunk up between her buttocks thrilled and aroused her. The thought of having him put his penis there was revolting. She cupped her breasts in her hands invitingly and said, "Here. Put it between my tits!"
"You're kiddin'," the boy grinned at Tier. It was something he had never thought of. "What good is that?"
"Try," Amy pleaded. "It feels good."
"Oh, hell," he muttered. Her eyes told him she was deadly serious about cumming in her pussy, as if that was such a big deal, after he'd eaten it and she'd sucked him until he was dry. His aunt sure was hard to figure sometimes! Slowly he pulled his still hard cock out of her cunt with a soft sucking noise, and crawled over her splayed-out body as she guided him, holding his generously lubricated penis in her fingers. She held her breasts apart and it fell between them. At once she squeezed them tight around it and smiled, remembering Chet. He said, "Show me how."
"Just move back and forth," she whispered. "You'll know."
Her straining body began to undulate beneath the crouching boy, and Amy felt the heat of his balls brushing up her belly until they slid into the crevice of her voluptuous breasts as she pressed them firmly together to make a warm resilient tunnel for his cock, still slick with her cuntal juice. The scent of her pussy on it made her nostrils flare, and she thought again what a mistake it had been not to have done this more often, along with many other things, with Chet. Again Amy told herself it was not her fault. She had tried to be a good wife, who would have done anything her husband asked of her gladly. And, she realized now, had she been aware of the potential of her leashed sexuality, she would have taken the initiative.
Johnny was bending low over her squirming body now, his weight pressing and rubbing in long slow strokes over her urgently erect nipples. His penis felt like a hot wet log sawing back and forth between her breasts, and the lewdness of it excited her. She raised her head to watch the cock-piston slide back and forth, up and down, the blood-swollen head plowing with increasing speed through the cream-white fleshy valley. She turned her face toward the pier-glass again and was shocked at the debased carnality she saw reflected there. It was like seeing an unknown species of animal revealed for the first time, an animal which had lived caged in her body all these years.
How can I be doing this? she asked herself. How can I be leading my own nephew into this kind of depravity? How in the name of God am I ever going to be able to stop it? I can't let this sort of thing go on, and I can't stop myself!
"Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!" she moaned miserably.
"This is somethin' else, Aunt Amy," the boy said, lunging up through the jiggling warmth of her compressed breasts. "I was gonna cum, but this way I can go on a long time! I never knew there were so many ways to fuck!"
"Oh, my darling," she whispered, as his pummeling cock split the softly heaving breast-mounds again and again, "Neither did I!" Rolling beneath him, her head thrashing in growing urgency on the pillow, Amy cast a glance at the bedroom window and realized it was full daylight. She squeezed the swelling mounds of her breasts tighter around her nephew's burgeoning cock-hardness....
* * *
In the living room below, with its glut of ill-matched, uncomfortable furniture, the big man stretched on the lumpy sofa that was worth more than it looked. He saw it was daylight outside, and guessed he must have napped for an hour or so. His watch told him it was almost seven in the morning, so Amy should be getting up soon.
Ken Morgan had arrived in the big house something over half an hour after Amy had taken Johnny upstairs, having driven all through the night to reach the Maine seacoast town from upper New York State, where there had been more trouble with Jan. Johnny's mother had finally suffered the breakdown Ken had seen coming for a long time. With the help of two trusted and husky equipment operators from his road construction crew, he had forcibly taken her from western Massachusetts a few miles across the border into New York. They'd put her in a clinic from which she would not be released until she became rational and agreed to medical treatment for her change-of-life condition, which the doctors said could be eased greatly by hormone shots. It had been an exhausting night, emotionally and physically, and only countless cups of coffee and a handful of Benzedrine tabs, had made it possible for him to reach Maine so early. He had not dared to stop, because he was afraid he would not be able to get moving for at least two days if he did.
Ken Morgan had fought a confusing battle with himself along the way, trying to answer in advance problems which couldn't really be faced until he arrived. He had been furious when he learned Jan had sent Johnny away without his knowledge, not that he cared as a father should about his only son, but he had a responsibility to him even though he didn't seem to be heading toward being much of a man. And he certainly had a right to be consulted about any such thing.
Furthermore, Amy herself was a problem. Although he saw her seldom, she had always managed to irritate him, right from the time he'd married Jan almost sixteen years before. Of course, she'd been a bridesmaid, and, with her teenage perfection at the age of fourteen, managed to steal the spotlight from her older sister on her wedding day. And she'd looked at him in a way which told him clearly that she thought her sister could have done better than to marry a hard-handed construction engineer. Many times he'd told himself that if ever he got a chance, he'd throw a fuck into her that would make her hair stand on end and show her once and for all why Jan had married him. Ken had secretly gloated when Amy's own marriage broke up, and Chet took off with an older woman who couldn't touch Amy for looks. He'd let her know then that he'd give her a bounce just as a family favor, but she'd frozen him with a single glance.
The bitch! And now idiot Jan had put him, at least indirectly, in her debt, made it necessary for him to come here and see what really might be worked out for Johnny through the summer, now that his mother was incapable of overseeing him. Amy would no doubt be furious when she heard he'd had her sister committed, even though the two women weren't at all close and never had been. It might turn out he'd have to take Johnny with him on the new Interstate highway project that was to link northern Maine to upper New Hampshire, Vermont and New York, and wouldn't that be a bitch! A snot nosed kid with nothing but ecology in his head, no understanding of how people needed roads more than trees.
Ken had been glad to find the house dark when he arrived, and gladder yet when he found the door unlocked. He could sack out and think, and maybe when Amy got up and found him, the shock would give him a little advantage. Amy might be a bitch, but she was sensible, reasonable enough to understand he wouldn't have made such a trip unless an emergency existed. Now he was glad he hadn't phoned ahead and let her set up defenses.
Where the hell is she, he thought? And where's the kid? I thought these Maine Yankees got up early. Ken yawned and stretched. The short nap had refreshed him greatly. He had long ago developed the ability to catnap when the pressures of a project kept him working around the clock for days on end.
Then he heard the moaning and panting sounds coming from somewhere upstairs in the big house. They puzzled him for a moment, and he muttered, "Sounds like fucking," not thinking it likely, but with nothing else familiar coming to mind. He had removed his shoes, and now, curious, he began exploring. He wasn't familiar with the layout of the old house, where the various stairways and ells led. He had been there only a few times and never above the ground floor. He passed through a heavily curtained archway and found the main staircase. Moving soundlessly in his stocking feet, he climbed.
The sounds became louder, and now he was sure. Amy was getting a little cock! Too bad it couldn't be his! Ken moved along the thick carpet of the hallway and found the door to Amy's bedroom slightly ajar. He moved close and peered through the gap, almost falling in his tracks at the sight which awaited him.
His son, his quiet Johnny who cared nothing for many manly things like sports and changing the face of the earth, was astride the chest of his lovely red-haired aunt, fucking her madly between the tits as she moaned and groaned and tossed on the bed, holding them tight together to provide a channel for a cock much bigger than Ken had dreamed his lean son possessed! And he'd certainly had no idea the kid knew what one was for! But obviously he did, even though he happened to have it in the wrong place. Ken's eyes moved with fascination down the length of the woman's writhing voluptuous body to the hair-lined fringe of her cunt, and saw it opening and closing like a winking eye in time to the rocking hips of the boy. Even in the dim light, he could see her wetly glistening cum soaking the insides of her thighs, her vagina and the sheet below, and Ken knew then that the boy had had it in the right place.
Simultaneously enraged and enraptured by the sight, the husky engineer held his breath and stared. He was afraid of what he might do if he yielded to the urge to slam into the room and use his fists on both of them. He knew his own strength-his brawling ability was a legend among construction crews across the country-so he stayed close to the door, waiting to see how this obscene performance would end. Their panting and muffled cries filled his ears, and he could feel his penis lengthening and hardening in his pants. Such scenes were not new to Ken, for he lived in a world of lusty men, but always the girl had been a whore, usually with her pimp, but sometimes with some young stud from the audience.
Never had Ken Morgan dreamed he'd see his own son and his sister-in-law in such an embrace-and this was real, not a show!
"Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johneeeeeeee!" she gasped. "My tits are on fire. Oh, God, they're burning! I'm cumming-cumming again! Keep it up! Keep it up, baby!"
"This is the craziest fuckin', Aunt Amy!" Johnny moaned, screwing his heatedly throbbing cock between her bouncing breasts until the heavy weight of his balls smacked loudly down on her flesh. Supporting his humping weight on his left hand, he reached back with his right to send his fingers lewdly searching into her cunt as it dilated and contracted wetly like a hair-fringed eager mouth. Amy felt his fingers go deep and she jerked her pelvis up hard as a new climax swept through her writhing body like a tidal wave.
"Oooooh, I'm cumming ... now ... cummmmmming!" the boy almost shouted.
"Ooooooooh ... yes! Yesssssssss ... me too!" The auburn-haired beauty lost all control of herself then, feeling the spasms wrack her own exquisite body as the juices ran, hot and slick, from her pussy to coat the boy's hand and the orgiastically swelling head of his jerking cock thrust upward from between her passion-swollen breasts. "Quick! Let me-"
She suddenly released her clutching grasp on her breasts and caught his plunging penis with both hands. With a moan of overwhelming desire she raised her head and guided it to her wide-open mouth, capturing the bulb-shaped glans just as it began to spurt, the hot, viscous liquid gushing deliciously past her avidly sucking lips, filling her mouth, coating her tonsils as she swallowed hungrily, greedily, swirling the darting tip of her tongue around the ballooning head, drawing on it with all the sucking power she possessed. Amy looked up into her nephew's ecstatic face as with her fingers she squeezed his balls and pumped the throbbing staff until even her flicking tongue could find no more, her mouth full of the rich taste of him so that she could imagine his sperm actually filling her belly. The long moment of cumming over, she slowly relaxed, letting her hair spray in a dark-red blanket over the mussed pillow. Johnny rose on his knees over Amy's face and lowered himself until his slowly softening phallus was buried to its full length up between her gulping Ups. Amy's tongue was describing gentle sensuous circles around it as her arms moved to enclose his slender body, drawing it close against her perspiring face.
"Jesus, what a pair you make!"
The harsh words crashed over them like a dazzling electric shock. Johnny whirled around, his cock slipping from between Amy's semen-glistening lips, and stared with horror at the towering figure of rage it took him a moment to realize was his father. Rolling away from the boy as he tried to get off the bed, Amy uttered a long moan of despair and blatant fear.
"Dad-.I-I-" Johnny blurted, his face showing terror. "Please, Dad...."
"You-get outta here, you little bastard!" Ken Morgan stepped into the room and his palm cracked across Johnny's cheek, the force of the blow knocking the terrified boy to his knees as he grabbed for his pants. He scuttled past the looming figure of his enraged father and half ran, half crawled from the room. Already his right eye felt like it was closing, and he was sure if he didn't get out he would be killed. Ken kicked the door shut behind his fleeing son and turned to Amy, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, his chest heaving as he rumbled, "Christ! What kind of pervert are you? A fourteen year old kid-your own nephew!" Amy cowered at the far side of the bed, sure she was going to die, and could only hope it would come quickly, with a single blow from the ham-like hand her brother-in-law raised threateningly over her. Instead, it slashed down to crack like a rifle-shot across the trembling roundness of her buttocks. She screamed in terror-she had never been hit with such violence in her life-in fact, she had never once, been spanked, even as a naughty child. She covered her face with shaking hands and her voluptuous body shook like jelly with the intensity of her sobs. My God, she thought, I deserve to die! Or be put away where I can never do anything so vile again! Whatever got into me? Did I suddenly go insane or has this sort of thing been in me all the time, just waiting for a boy like Johnny to trigger it? How can I ever explain, make Ken see? I wouldn't blame him for killing me, and nobody else would. Her dark green eyes, wide with fear and resignation to her fate, slowly rose to meet those of her accuser.
"I never thought that kid had guts enough to jack off, but maybe I was wrong. He was doing a pretty good job on you. He fucked you too, didn't he? From the looks of your pussy, he really had you cumming! Did he cum in you, or is all that juice yours?"
"I made him stop," she managed to mumble, no longer able to meet his accusing glare. 'That's why we were ... doing what you saw.
Oh, Ken ... Ken ... Ken...."
Something in her utter humiliation reached him, possibly because, only a day before, he had seen Jan break down, something break inside her. Ken had never thought of his sister-in-law as a nympho and a pervert, but he had come to learn over the years of working on some of the world's most hazardous projects that in every person there is a thread which will sometimes snap. He had seen it in the toughest powder monkeys and cat skinners and riggers. Possibly the situation could be turned to his advantage, and his engineer's mind began assembling and weighing the factors.
So young Johnny screwed his aunt, and she sucked his cock ... Well, she'd obviously done such a good job that he wouldn't be chasing after the first teeny-bopper pussy that he could get his hands on. He'd be thinking of himself as a man now, and that might be the first step toward making him one.
There was nothing to be gained by either beating the shit out of Amy, or going to the law.
And right now he needed her-someone-to handle Johnny for the summer. The camps his son had been shipped off to in previous years had damn near made a pansy out of the kid. So what if he did fuck his aunt? At least he wouldn't turn queer that way!
Finally, Ken Morgan thought, I've been wanting to fuck this proud little bitch since the first day I saw her. Sixteen years is a long time to wait for a piece of ass. He began to pull his shorts off and unbutton his pants.
"Amy," he said, "I think we can work this out."
The quaking red-haired beauty slowly raised her head. She saw his pants drop, and soon he was wearing only his bulging Jockey shorts. She knew immediately what the conditions of truce would be, and despair flooded through her, and shame, and anger at her own stupidity. Twice now she had yielded to her carnal desires and made love with Johnny. And both times she had been caught in the act, forced to degrade herself and pay blackmail with her body in the most obscene ways. And her own love-starved body had thus far overcome her revulsion to the point where she craved the depraved acts into which she had been forced. Ken was standing close to the bed now, a massive man with legs like tree trunks, a torso like a barrel, heavily-muscled shoulders and biceps-and the formidable cock skimpily concealed by his shorts.
"Take them off me!" he commanded. "Then go to work!"
Drying her eyes with a comer of the rumpled sheet, Amy crawled submissively across the bed.
If you must do it, don't let him know how he's hurting you, she told herself. She made her eyes meet his steadily as she moved so dose to him the nipples of her wide-set breasts pressed against the thick mat of tight-curling hair on his chest. Timidly she reached for the waistband of his shorts, sliding her fingers under the elastic to draw them down over his hips, and knelt slowly, her eyes never leaving his until the turgid staff of his rigidly erect penis popped free. As her knees touched the soft carpet, he lifted his feet from the shorts and kicked them aside. To Amy's eyes, only inches away, the bulging glans of his rock-hard cock seemed enormous, appeared to fill her entire field of vision-dark purplish-red, gorged with blood, capping the end of the most massively thick cock she had ever seen! She gingerly took it in both hands and slowly stroked it, feeling the throb of his heartbeat surging through it. She drew the foreskin all the way back and was sure she could never absorb it-anywhere.
"Is this what you want me to do?" she whispered. "Ken, you're so big...."
"Amy, your mouth is made for sucking cock." He grinned down at her and one of his big hands went to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her tumbled hair, and she knew he would jam it right up into her mouth if she didn't cooperate. "You won't choke."
"All right, Ken," she murmured. She knew she was lost, had no weapons to fight with except his rampant male desire for her. She was completely at his mercy. It might help if she closed her eyes and thought of Johnny; after all, he was Johnny's father, and they shared the same flesh. "I'll be good."
The young divorcee shifted her weight on her knees as she knelt before her brother-in-law. Carefully she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, then bending forward, she began to lave the bloated head of Ken's hotly pulsing cock slowly, feeling the rubbery softness of it, so different from the iron-hardness of the staff she held in both hands. She moved it in rhythm with her tongue and soon the resolve to keep her eyes closed left her. She had to see it!
The rigid cock-length seemed to stretch out forever to his big body, with only the warm circle of her delicately pursed lips touching the tip as her tongue delved into its little hole, tasting the first drops of his lubricating fluid. Then, the head slick and wet, she opened her mouth to its widest, straining her jaws until she was able to totally engulf it, pausing lips and tongue working as she felt the pressure of his hand on her head, forcing her lower. She tried, but it was impossible. She sucked hard on the glans, rotating her hot mouth around it, then drew back. As he grasped her head, thinking she was rebelling, she blurted, "I've got to wet it-you're too big!"
Then she sent her liquid mouth sliding along the underside of the throbbingly erect penis as far as the semen-packed sac of his balls. Her tongue flickered and he stood immobile as she laved every portion of it until the entire staff gleamed slick with her saliva. Her lips heavy, she slowly returned to the bulbously contoured head and this time it moved into her mouth easily as with a gasp, she began to gulp her way down lower and lower, feeling the great heat of his hard fleshy rod skewering deep up into her oral cavern and finally, almost choking her, into her throat. But no matter how hard she tried to accommodate Ken, a good three inches remained outside her straining lips and lifting her eyes, she silently let him know she could do no more.
Grinning, he ruffled her thick mane of curling hair and said, "Like the sign in the Army mess halls says, baby-Take all you want, but eat all you take!'-you're doing fine. Now suck!"
She obeyed, the thumb and forefinger of one hand tight around the base of his cock, guiding the shaft far up between her laboring lips, the other cupping and squeezing his balls. Again in the pier-glass, she caught the image of herself serving a male in a lewd and degrading manner. The sense of ultimate humiliation and shame swept over her once again and with it the perverse eagerness to do this thing-which she loved with Johnny-to a man she loathed at the moment and had never liked. She watched the flesh of her lips draw out on the upstroke, then plummet back in as she sent her head diving down the thick invading penis again and again. She could see the swelling of her contorted cheeks as his stiff thickness filled them to bursting, her nostrils flaring as she began to moan deep in her throat and urgently milk his balls with fingers which had lately become so skilled and eager. Between her legs, her vaginal juices began to flow from her flexing cunt-lips in an increasing stream, coating the slick flesh of her lustfully trembling inner thighs.
"You are one beautiful cocksucker," Ken said in true admiration as he watched his cock disappear almost to the base in her now eager mouth, and then reappear, a glistening pole of well-lubricated cock-flesh. "I guess I owe Johnny something at that."
"Mummmmmmmmm...." she moaned around the mass of flesh in her greedy lips. She located the tiny nerve center between his balls and anus and tickled it with her fingernails, feeling his cock jerk in her mouth. Then, reaching behind him to open his muscular ass-cheeks, she found his anus with the middle finger of her right hand. The tight rubbery muscle resisted for a moment, and then the tip of her finger popped through. She worked it around, holding him tight as her mouth gulped at his penis until she was able to thrust her finger all the way into the hot clinging depths of his rectum, beginning to fuck him with her finger even as her lips were devouring him, and again, with her other hand, she clutched his balls urgently.
She felt it begin even before Ken began to pant and cry out, thrusting his obscenely pummeling penis hard into her avidly seeking mouth, the thick tube on the underside of his cock bulging with the first great surge of his ejaculation as his flesh swelled and twitched between her lips. The great flood of cum gushed into her contorted mouth in hot searing jets, deliciously pungent to her swirling tongue. His hands went to her head and held it tight as he pumped into her straining lips so that she almost choked with her efforts to swallow it as quickly as it flowed like white lava, a thin string escaping from either side of her mouth despite the tight compression. Finally the molten river subsided and she felt his hands drop away from her head, even as her own belly erupted in a surging orgasm that sent a feminine stream of glistening cum spewing from the widely dilating lips of her pussy to completely drench her thighs and pool on the carpet around her knees.
Ken's sister-in-law found now she was dizzy from her uncomfortable kneeling position and groggily she raised her head, letting the spent organ slide from her mouth. Thin strings of cum trailed from her lips to the cock-tip, then broke and dripped onto the mounds of her voluptuous breasts. Above her, Ken stood victoriously panting, satiated. Through Amy's mind flashed a fragment of thought: Had there ever been a time when the rich taste of cum hadn't filled her mouth, and the hot mass of it spread through her tingling belly?
* * *
Perched in the branches of an ancient oak tree, Johnny Morgan held on tight for fear he would fall as he watched through the second-floor window of his Aunt Amy's room the climax to the lewdly erotic tableau divulged to his unhappy gaze. Then, eyes blurring with tears, he scampered through the twisting limbs to the ground, his brain spinning. He wanted to kill his father-and his Aunt Amy.
After being discovered, the boy had run in terror from the big house, past his father's parked station wagon to the cottage. There he had washed the tears from his face and seen that he would have a black eye in a short time. He had thought of running away,-but he just couldn't leave the aunt that he loved without knowing his enraged father wasn't beating her to death. He knew Aunt Amy would try to take all the blame, and he didn't want that because it had been his fault too. So he had climbed the tree, in time to see Amy, coolly and wantonly, move to his father and strip his shorts off to take him lovingly into her mouth-the sweet sucking mouth that must still taste of his own cum!
Sick at heart, he watched it all. To the betrayed youngster, it seemed obvious his aunt was sucking his father even more urgently than she had used her mouth on him.
Bitch, he thought. Cocksucking whore!
He remembered a couple of stories his newfound friends had told him the day before in the village. Stories of teenage orgies held out at this old farm. He had hotly denied them and the yarns had ceased only when he threatened to punch one boy, much bigger than himself, in the nose. Johnny had not been able to bring himself to mention such slanders to Amy.
But now he knew. Cocksucking whore! How many others had she seduced before he came?
Once on the ground, he decided to hike to the village. Any place to get away from here! Then he remembered the bike Aunt Amy had mentioned. A girl's bike-but so what?
How much further could he be put down? Nothing mattered now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amy rose from her knees, determined to show a dignity .which she did not feel. She could feel nothing except the wetness of her own cum making her thighs slick, and the hotness of her mouth basted with the rich flavor of the big man's semen. The lonely redhead forced herself to look straight into Ken's gloating eyes. She raised her hands and combed her tousled hair back with her fingers trying to keep her voice under control when she spoke.
"You must be hungry. I'll clean up and fix you some breakfast."
"Just like that," Ken Morgan said, gloating. "It doesn't mean a damn thing to you, does it? You seduce your own nephew, and try to buy me off with a blow job and do it better than any whore I ever found and...."
"Stop it, Ken!" his sister-in-law said sharply. "You're wasting your breath. I can't be hurt anymore than I have been. Nothing you can do or say will hurt now." The helplessly used divorcee stepped back and deliberately spread her legs, letting him see the rich cluster of pubic hair and the distended cunt-lips. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them until the nipples stood out long and hard and dark, then ran her hands over the rich swell of her hips down to her pussy. She parted the wetly gleaming flesh of the vaginal slit, exposing the coral-hued inner softness. "Maybe you'd like to take a shower with me. You could get hard again and put it in me. Fuck me."
"Amy ... we've got to talk," Ken said. "Straighten this out. Somehow."
"What's there to talk about?" she retorted in a soft voice. "You can make me do anything you want. We both know it. I can never explain what happened with Johnny ... and you could never believe. So let's not pretend. At least don't make me pretend,"
"Are you saying you were pretending that?" He pointed to the glistening streaks of cum on the insides of her legs. "You made it, Amy. Just sucking my cock, you were cumming like you never did before."
"Yes, that's true," she admitted. "But I was thinking of Johnny!"
"You bitch!" His hand came up and slapped her hard across the face, causing her to sprawl on the bed, her hair spraying like a wave of dark-red fire across the white sheet. She lay there, offering no resistance, her breasts shaking as she drew her legs up instinctively, awaiting his next punishment. He stared at her, his face showing disgust. Though the big man wanted to fall on her and beat her senseless, he was afraid of his temper and strength, and now that his animal lust had been at least temporarily satisfied, he was curious as to how the business with Johnny had come about. He knew one thing for sure about Amy-she wasn't a nympho, wasn't promiscuous. He'd gotten along well with Chet, and in their man-talks, had learned that in bed Amy was dull as a Wednesday night church meeting. But obviously something had changed her. It was impossible to think Johnny, the naive gangling boy, who had no interest in the really manly things, could have done it. So what had? He had to know, and he said, "Wash up. You're right, I'm hungry."
Amy could not allow herself the luxury of the tub, so she stood under the streaming spray of the shower, soaping herself thoroughly. Her face stung from Johnny's father's slap, but when she examined herself in the mirror, she saw only a slight redness and thought that Ken must have pulled his punch. If he hadn't, she'd have teeth missing. She bathed her face in cool water until the swelling of her puffed eyes went down, then put on panties and a brief smock. She had no idea what awaited her downstairs, except that it would be misery in one form or another. She knew her brother-in-law's mind. He was as cool as a slide rule, accustomed to manipulating machines and people and the earth itself. He'd never disguised his lust for her although, except for a few suggestive remarks, he had never verbalized it. Now because of her depraved actions with Johnny, he could do anything he wanted with her and she could see no way of escape. And she wasn't sure she wanted to escape. As much as she loved Johnny's tenderness and innocence, she had been conquered in an equally compelling way by Ken's bullish masculinity and brutality.
"My God, what are you?" she whispered to her reflection in the tall pier-glass.
Ken had fixed coffee. Trying to act as if nothing had happened, she set about preparing a huge breakfast of eggs and bacon and sausage and pancakes and fried potatoes, enough to feed six people. She took what she thought must be a perverse pleasure in seeing him eat, and even found an appetite of her own, so that she had to make a second meal, almost as big, before they were both satisfied. I loathe him, hate him, so why do I love to see him eat the food I cook? she thought. God, I must be out of my mind!
Looking across the empty plate at her as he poured a fourth cup of coffee, Ken thought, She is a strange one, all right-perverted as hell, beautiful as a fairy princess, and she hates my guts, but she feeds me like a king and, now that she's not afraid, she even seems happy as a pig eating shit. A nut! A beautiful, fucking, cock-sucking nut! I have to find out what wheels are turning.
"Amy, I have to tell you something. About Jan," he said. "And then I want you to tell me the deal with Johnny. All of it."
"I don't know if I can," Amy said. She had sensed that there was more trouble with Jan, but knew it couldn't be anything really serious. If that had been the case, Ken would have phoned, rather than driving. Just more domestic hassle, she supposed, and nothing could concern her less at the moment. She listened without interruption to Ken's account and believed it.
"Now you tell me," Ken said.
It was not easy. He had to drag it from her, incident by incident, and bring her emotions with it, going back to long before Chet had left her. He thought of the good men he'd known who had broken under stress and later recovered. He looked hard at Amy, at the way her free breasts pushed at the thin fabric of her smock and the sharp points of her nipples, and he knew she couldn't come back, not now, after all that had happened. She was, as the kids said, turned on. He sorted it all out in his mind, and decided he had come up aces. For years he had thought about fucking this proud bitch, and now she was telling him the damnedest, most depraved story he had ever heard. And somehow he found himself being sympathetic-up to a point.
What she needed was good hard steady fucking, but let's keep it in the family. Just you and me, Amy.
"These milkmen-who are they?" Ken demanded.
"Bob Conway and Dick Parrott," she said in a low scared voice. "But for God's sake, don't think about reporting them. You know what would happen to me!"
"Don't worry about it, Amy." He pushed his chair back and patted his hard-muscled belly.
"You're a damn fine cook. Now, I wonder where Johnny ran off to."
With a start, Amy realized she hadn't thought of her nephew since she'd come downstairs. She'd been too concerned with herself and trying to appease her brother-in-law, and then, having him drag the whole sordid story out of her had somehow purged her of much of her guilt.
"Oh, God, I never thought of him!" she gasped. "He's probably hiding somewhere around here, or maybe he went to the village. He met some kids there yesterday. We'd better look for him!"
They tried the river cottage first, and then the antique shop, but there was no sign of the boy. The grassy fields surrounding the place were still wet enough with morning dew so that, if he'd walked through them, he would have left a clear trail. Amy finally discovered her bicycle was missing.
"So he took off down the road," Ken said. "Well, he's probably in town, cooling off.' I'd better go look for him."
"You hit him-wouldn't he hide?" Amy asked.
"I didn't hit him that hard. I know Johnny. He's probably sitting in a malt shop, trying to figure out a way to explain it all."
"I'd better go with you," she said, but at that moment, a Volkswagen microbus full of tourists arrived. They wanted to look at antiques, and Amy couldn't think of a reason to turn them away, so she let Ken go alone.
On the road to town, Ken saw a milk truck and two men beside it, unloading empty cases. He carefully took off his wristwatch and put it in the glove compartment and then lit a thin cigar before approaching them. He noted they were both husky, obviously in good shape from their daily work, and mote or less his own age, probably a little older. He hoped these were the right ones. They watched him approach with the air of tradesmen who scented another summer customer. They were smiling.
"Are you Mister Conway and Mister Parrott?" Ken Morgan asked pleasantly.
"I'm Conway," said the one on the left," and he's Parrott."
"I would like to speak to you gentlemen," Ken said, his voice softening. "About not delivering milk. Either or both of you at once. I think both would be more fun."
"Huh?" Parrott said.
"We don't getcha," Conway said, his face showing confusion. "I don't think I know ya, mister. If we missed your house, we'll make a special delivery."
"I meant about not delivering milk to Mrs. Gilroy."
They looked at each other, trying to decide quickly whether to fight or run. They didn't know this brute of a stranger, but he was obviously trouble.
The moment of silent consultation was their first mistake. With the pleasure of a born brawler, Ken caught them, one in either ham-like hand, and cracked their heads together. The two had no chance. They were never able to get off their knees as he alternately punched and , kicked them into bloody masses of ugly bruises and torn flesh, being careful not to strike a fatal or permanently crippling blow. In less than a minute, both were crumpled and senseless. Thinking a police car might drive by, Ken took time to heave them into the back of the truck and closed the doors. Then, still puffing his cigar, he returned to his car, put his watch on again and drove toward the village. He felt better
-even better than he had when he was ramming his cock into Amy's mouth, emptying his balls down her throat. Now he had spent his anger, and when he found his son, he might be able to talk to him. He noticed their blood on his fists, and decided to go to a tavern, have a couple of beers and wash his hands. Yarmouth wasn't big and he thought if he stayed in one spot long enough, Johnny would surely pass by.
* * *
Johnny didn't go all the way into town. He turned down the hill before he reached the underpass and let the bike coast to the yacht basin which had been dredged from the riverbank. The front tire was soft and he thought he would put air in at the fuel dock where a big cabin cruiser, about forty feet long, was tied up, taking on diesel and water. As he bent to reach the air hose, a voice called him from the stem of the cruiser and he looked up, recognizing a rangy boy he'd met the day before, one of the summer kids, named Cliff.
Cliff had bragged that he'd come with his family from New York on a yacht, but Johnny hadn't believed the story. He'd found yachts usually were skiffs with outboard motors, but here was Cliff, waving and inviting him aboard something a lot more impressive than a motorboat. He didn't want to go with his face bruised and his right eye swollen almost shut and purpling, but he saw no way to escape. He parked the bike and clambered over the rail into the cockpit, trying to think of an excuse for his eye. Something original, not like walking into a door. To his dismay, he discovered there were three other boys aboard. Barney, a short muscular type with almost white hair; Danny, who was skinny, with a big nose and jug ears but an engaging grin, and Phil, who was only fourteen but already built like a lumberjack. Cliff was tall, lean as a snake, with a dark Latin face that would have been called beautiful on a girl.
"Man, you show class," Cliff said. "One day in town and you got a black eye."
"Gotta watch out for that tall pussy with big tits," advised Barney. "They turn on you, and WHAMMO! A bust in the eye!"
They all laughed and Johnny realized that having a black eye proved they believed he'd had an experience of some kind, and expected him to lie properly in return. He could not think of a lie, so he just grinned.
"Maybe your sister was giving him some head and he leaned down to see better and she got him on the upstroke, Cliff," Phil said, laughing lewdly.
"Bonnie gives great head," Cliff said.
"You should know," the others chorused. "She should-who taught her?" Cliff retorted. "Let's get this mother-fucker underway and see if we can find some cunt out in the bay. Splice the fucking main brace, or whatever it is."
Twin diesel engines throbbed to life and before Johnny could tell them he didn't want to go on a boat ride, the mooring lines were cast off and they were on the river, heading toward the bright blue of Casco Bay. They moved slowly against the incoming tide, with Cliff handling the big boat skillfully. The boys talked about girls; it seemed that every girl they knew fucked wildly, sucked cock and took it in the anus eagerly. A few days before, Johnny would have doubted every one of them, but thinking of how it had been with Aunt Amy, he knew there might be some truth to each story. He himself, had nothing to contribute-nothing, that is, that he cared to make public knowledge.
Suddenly he realized the boat was. cruising past his aunt's place. He could see the big house and the cottage by the riverbank where his aunt had first taken his virgin penis into her warmly sucking mouth and made love to him. And he could see his father's car. That brought back the memory of what he had watched from the branches of the big oak, and he wanted to be sick. Hatred welled up inside him, and he began to cry silently.
Danny noticed, but did not understand. He thought Johnny's black eye must be hurting him badly. The thin boy went to the small refrigerator in the galley and came back with a plastic sack of crushed ice and handed it to" the new kid.
"Hold this on it-it'll feel better," he said.
"Thanks." Johnny covered his eye with the ice pack. At least it would disguise the tears, he thought. Oh, how he hated both of them! He wished he could hurt them as he had been hurt. It wouldn't be so bad if Amy hadn't seemed to love him, but to do the things they did together and have her turn right around and, in minutes, be on her knees eagerly sucking his old man's cock, well, that was too much! He thought he could have taken it if only she'd been honest, told him straight out that she was starved for it, had to have as many men as possible. He believed he could have accepted that. And all that shit about not wanting him to cum in her pussy when all she wanted was a thick hard cock buried up in her mouth. Cock-sucker! Hadn't she awakened him with her devouring mouth and then taken him to her own room? He hoped his bastardly old man had enjoyed it! He wondered what had brought the older man to the place, and then decided he didn't give a shit! Fuck it! Fuck them!
The boat moved past the mouth of the river, out into the sparkling bay with its thousand islands. It was a fine summer day with the sun high and hot. Somebody handed him a glass and Johnny automatically brought it to his mouth and drank, because he was thirsty. He made a face.
"This is whiskey," he protested.
"With ice and Coke. It won't kill you, what the fuck," Cliff said.
Johnny had been drunk once, at a party with his parents. He had been terribly sick later and hated the thought, but remembered how it had blotted out whatever juvenile problem had obsessed his mind at the time.
"What the fuck," he said, and drank. The diesel motors throbbed softly, and the boat rocked in a soothing pattern. Somebody gave him a second drink, and his head began to expand with every heartbeat. He realized the other boys were shedding their clothes, getting naked in the hot sun, lying on the cabin roof. Feeling slightly self-conscious, he also undressed. The whiskey was beginning to taste good. He found the bottle and made another drink, muttering, "What the fuck...."
"Let's find some cunt," Cliff proposed.
"Out here in the goddamn bay you'll get nothing but mermaids," Barney said, tossing an empty beer can over the stern.
"Too much fish to eat and not enough girl to fuck," Phil said ponderously, feeling his drinks.
"There's three cunt in that speedboat-the water-skiers," Cliff proclaimed, pointing to a large inboard boat into which a girl was climbing, about two hundred yards to the east. "Might as well ask."
He revved the engines, and in minutes the sleek cruiser was close alongside the speedboat. The three girls in it appeared to be older, of college age, and not at all shocked to find a yacht with five naked young males moving in. Cliff let the cruiser drift close and Danny threw a line, which one of the girls, a laughing blonde in a miniscule bikini, caught.
"Want a beer?" Cliff called out as the smaller boat was drawn up by the cockpit on the starboard side. The three girls, all wearing the minimum and with figures to justify it, stood and surveyed the teenage boys with cool appraising glances. The boats were riding side-by-side now, fenders rubbing. The girls were chuckling and looking from each other to the boys, wondering how far they should go with the game. "It's cold and you're hot."
"I guess we could use a beer," the blonde said. The others, both brunettes, nodded agreement.
Frosted cans of beer were handed over. The three girls raised them to their mouths and drank.
"Want to fuck?" Cliff said. He stroked his cock, making it hard. "We've got nice soft bunks."
"We didn't even want the beer, but you invited," the blonde retorted.
"Suck, then. I bet you've never done it. standing up in a boat-with a guy who's on another boat."
"I could if I wanted," she replied, laughing.
"The hell you could! The boats bob around and you couldn't keep your mouth on it." He leaned over the rail, his cock pointing straight at her face. The motorboat was low enough so that, standing, her head was close. "Bet you a quick tow on your skis."
"Against what?" she laughed, and took the challenge. She leaned forward to grasp the rail of the cruiser with her left hand and grabbed his rampant penis with her right, quickly taking it between her heavy lips, engulfing it. The rocking of the boats drove it deep up into her mouth, then pulled it out. She quickly recaptured it and resumed sucking, her lips working hard, and again the phallus escaped her. After several more tries, she drew back and, laughing, shook her head. "You're right-it can't be done. Not in this sea! Now what?"
"Come aboard and do it in comfort," Cliff said.
The other boys were standing, unable to believe that Cliff could be so cool. Talk a girl into sucking him standing up in a boat, with a couple of her girl friends right there! Out of the world!
"Oh, shit, I guess I gotta pay off," the blonde said. She scrambled over the rail, long, tanned legs flashing in the sun. The other two followed, chuckling, and began wriggling out of their bikinis as the boys moved around them. Cliff sat on the stem seat, legs wide apart, and the blonde said, "I thought you mentioned comfortable bunks."
"You like to do it in the sun, with people watching," Cliff said, grinning lewdly. "Get down, honey. Suck!"'
"For a young kid, you know a hell of a lot," she said, hesitating only a moment. Then she dropped to her knees and voraciously engulfed his lewdly out-thrust penis with her lips, tongue swirling around the swollen head a moment before she drew his entire length deep into her mouth and began a steady, up-and-down rhythm with her head that gradually increased in speed until her pale mane of hair was flying, her face contorted by the penis she so hungrily consumed. She gasped and slavered over Cliffs young loins until, with a cry of excitement, he erupted into her devouring mouth. She knelt over him, still sucking, her cheeks bloating as she held his semen in her beautiful mouth. She finally raised her head and swallowed once, hard, her throat muscles working, then she licked her lips and stood, flexing her cramped muscles in a way that made her fine, sun-bronzed body ripple like that of a big cat. She grinned at the satiated Cliff and said, "That was a nice bet to lose. You have any gin aboard?"
The remark touched off an orgy. The two dark-haired girls turned out not to be exhibitionists. They insisted on the privacy of the cabins, with one boy at a time. Johnny had watched the blonde with Cliff and had somehow felt no stimulation. He could think only of his lovely Aunt Amy-and his father. He stayed outside in the cockpit, an untasted drink in his hand as the others came and went. He thought he should get in on the party too, but couldn't find the interest, and in time they were all gathered again in the cockpit, sprawled on cushions, or the stem seat. The blonde moved over to sit beside Johnny, her bare thigh pressing hotly against his. She reached and took his penis in her hand, squeezing it gently.
"You haven't gone yet," she said as she played with his foreskin. "You're younger than the others. Are you scared?"
"No," he said. He was not scared. He was numb with drink and still sick at the memory of Amy and his father. He hardly felt her soft fingers working on his flaccid penis, although he realized the mere sight of this beautiful girl naked would have brought him to rigid erection only a day before. Now he felt nothing. "I just don't feel good."
"Let me try," the blonde said. She pushed his legs apart and knelt. Her mouth came down, pink tongue swirling over the limp cock, lips closing over the soft head, sucking as her tongue probed into the tiny hole while her fingers toyed with his balls. Her mouth was wonderfully soft and wet and warm, but he couldn't respond, as much as he wanted to. He looked down at the pale mass of her damp hair spread over his loins and took her head in his hands, trying to apologize for being inadequate. Finally, after long minutes, she gave up, tossing her hair back as she straightened on her knees. It brought her eyes to the level of his. She was deeply troubled, because for the first time she had not been able to make a man respond to her mouth. Then she noticed one side of his face was badly bruised, the eye closed, angry reddish-purple flesh puffed around it. She reached to touch the discolored swelling with delicate fingers and said, in a kind voice, seeking to reassure both of them, "It's not me, is it? It's what happened to your face?"
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"It must hurt terribly."
"It's going away, getting better," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right," the blonde said. "What happened?"
The question triggered him. He knew they were all sitting and lying in a circle, probably chuckling at his failure, all but the blonde girl with the voracious mouth. He tried to look at them all with his one good eye, and he shouted the words a little drunkenly as the tears came. "My father caught me fucking me aunt!" There was an awed silence and one of the girls whispered, "No shit?"
"I've seen his aunt," Cliff said. "Jesus, what a piece!"
"Shut up!" the blonde girl said sharply.
"Why the fuck should I shut up?" Cliff demanded.
She turned eyes which were suddenly penetrating gray and hard' as steel on him. "Because I tell you to, stud. This boy has been, hurt, and I don't mean the black eye. Inside. I happen to be a clinical psychologist as well as an avid oralist, and I'm even better at the psychology bit. Now, if you're his friend, we'll all sit here and let him talk it out. Talk can help, just getting things off your chest. If you want to be a smart-ass, we'll take him in our boat and he can talk to us. And the rest of you teenage Lotharios can go fuck off! Do you read me?"
"I read you, baby," Cliff said. "So talk to Johnny."
She knelt between the wounded boy's legs again, but this time upright, moving close to him so the firm points of her bare breasts pressed against his chest as her hands moved lightly over him. Her voice suddenly became hypnotic, and he could only see her eyes, now a deep sea blue, not gray as they became when she was angered. She said, "Is that your name-Johnny?"
"Johnny Morgan," he mumbled, and his hands reached out to stroke her body, but not in a sexual way.
"I'm Beth. Can you talk about it? I know it won't be easy, but once you start, it will come...."
Her voice was soft, crooning. He was aware only of her deep eyes, and the comforting feel of her body poised close to his. He began to talk, at first choking on the words, then spilling all of it, responding to her guiding questions. When his throat became dry, someone handed him a glass and he drank, not tasting what was in it. He began to feel better and better, particularly as she did not give any advice, just listened, and nobody interrupted. After a long time, she disengaged herself from his tight embrace, and he heard her speak.
"I think we'll be going now," she said to the other boys. She looked at each one in turn, her eyes changing to the cold gray again. "Johnny will come with us. If I ever hear a word of gossip about what's happened here today, I make you a promise. There-will-be-hell-to-pay. "
"We dig, we dig, lady," Cliff said. "He's a good head. Too bad he had to get the fat eye." Moments later, Johnny found himself in the speedboat, in the stern with the blonde who called herself Beth. The other two were in the bow. They backed the boat away from the cruiser and headed slowly toward the river. Johnny found it natural and comfortable to put his arm around the smooth warm shoulders of the lovely blonde, the mermaid who had somehow materialized to help him. He felt her sun-dried hair against his face and whispered, "You're very nice. Thank you, ma'am."
"I'm a damn fraud," she said, laughing. "I don't even know what a clinical psychologist is! I do bit parts on TV. An actress! I guess I'm better than I thought. Everything back on the yacht I pulled out of a couple of marathon encounter sessions, but it worked for you, didn't it? The talking, I mean."
"Yeah, yeah, I really feel a lot better. I mean, it was heavy on my head, ma'am."
"Beth, remember?" She turned his face to hers and gently kissed the discolored swelling, then brought her lips to his, parting them as her tongue explored and coupled with his. Her hand moved up to the juncture of his thighs and closed on the soft mass of his penis and testicles as the hot tips of her breasts pushed against his chest. The boy's arms closed around her as the speedboat slowed, heading into the swells off the river mouth. She drew away from him and her eyes found his as she whispered, "I think you're okay now."
She slid to her knees and her blonde head went to his lap where he felt her mouth gently brushing the head of his penis, kissing it, her tongue slowly circling. The blood began to pump into his staff, and it grew between her lips as her fingers traced little feathery patterns up and down his thighs and chest. When he was expanded to the maximum, she began to slide her expertly working mouth up and down the length of his cock, so lightly it seemed she wasn't sucking at all, and yet she was. There seemed to be no urgency in her, as if this was something she enjoyed doing and wanted to prolong as long as possible, and Beth's mouth played with his phallus like a delicious toy, her tongue moving languorously, her lips ovaling hot and wet around him, and only a long time later did he realize that the motor had been shut off and the boat was drifting and that the two girls in front were watching.
"Hey, kids, the tide's going out and the wind's coming up," the one at the controls called with a chuckle.
Beth raised her head for a moment, her deep eyes glazed, as if she had been on some high place all alone. She stroked Johnny's youthfully throbbing penis and murmured, "Do you want to cum now?"
He couldn't speak. He could only reach for her lovely blonde head and lean back to watch his penis disappear up into the hot cave of her wonderfully talented mouth; it was like being plunged into a great sucking furnace. Her hair flew wildly with the bobbing of her head and he felt her teeth scrape his glans as she drew on him furiously. In seconds, the sperm, long ready but unreleased, began to spurt into her voraciously ovaling lips as she moaned and gulped while it filled her mouth and spilled into her throat, with her fingers pumping his staff and milking his balls to drain him. He lay back exhausted as she rose to snuggle beside him, her hand still holding his genitals, her lips glistening with his semen. She had a lazy happy look on her face.
'That was good," she murmured. "It wasn't acting."
"Would you like me to...."
Return the favor?" she chuckled softly. "No, Johnny, I'm a strange one. That's all I do. I don't fuck. I don't like even to be touched down there." Almost shyly she said, "I do like to be kissed after." cobbler's bench. Now go away before I decide to keep you!"
* * *
In the stern of the boat, the four boys pulled their clothes on, watching the wake of the departing speedboat. They were feeling their drinks and a smug youthful exuberance over their unexpected sexual conquests, and were also somewhat stunned by the disclosures Johnny Morgan had made.
"I don't hardly believe it," said Phil, the biggest but youngest.
"I think the blonde gives fabulous head," said Cliff.
"I mean about Johnny and Amy Gilroy," the other replied. "You think he was puttin' us on?"
"No way," Barney put in. "I think it all happened just like he said. That kid's too square to bullshit us."
"If everything happened that he said happened, he ain't square," Danny declared. "He's fucking well one or two up on all of us!"
"I think we should go see if that broad likes to fuck and suck like he says," Cliff retorted.
"You out of your fucking head?" Barney demanded. "We'd be ass-deep in trouble. Fuzz all over our butts!"
"Shit, we lay on her what we know, and she fucks and sucks. I guarantee," Cliff said firmly. "I don't know about you guys, but I say I'm going. You chicken?"
"What if Johnny's old man shows up? He sounds like a big bad bear," Barney put in.
"Shit, we all get her in a room and one of us watches while the rest fuck her. You can see a car coming a mile. No sweat. And you can believe she'll never tell," Cliff said firmly.
He needed no urging. Her mouth was soft and pliant under his, sweet with the rich taste of his sperm. She moaned and pressed her young lithe body close to his, her nipples pinpoints of fire against his chest. Finally she broke away and said, "We'll have to get dressed."
"Yeah, we can't go ashore like this," he replied, laughing.
He wondered how she could wriggle into her bikini so smoothly and beautifully while he had such a clumsy time stuffing his legs into his pants and pulling his shirt over his head. The girl at the helm started the motor and the boat roared toward the river mouth. The wind of their passage became chill, and they nestled together. As they swung into the dock, Johnny noticed the power cruiser was already tied up, deserted. He wondered where Cliff and the others were, but didn't care. The motor sound ended and they were bumping against the slip. Beth took his face in her hands and turned it to her own to kiss him lightly on the lips, her tongue barely circling as she whispered against his mouth.
"Maybe we'll see each other again. Maybe not. I like you, and I have to tell you something, but like I'm not sure of the words. Anyway, what I did with that kid on the boat, well, I was sort of turned on, but mostly I was showing off, taking his dare and acting, you know? And then it all turned into something else, someplace else. At first I thought you might be queer, and then I knew you weren't, and well, the last wasn't acting, it was all for me and ... oh, shit, I'm fucking it up!"
"You're nice and I'm glad you were there," he said against her hair.
"Oh, you," she murmured, squeezing him. "Keep your head screwed on right! I might be down to look over Aunt Amy and maybe you can get me a good price on something like an old
"When?" Danny asked anxiously. "When do you think we should try? People might be driving down to buy some damn antique or something."
"About dark should do it," Cliff said wisely. "And we won't take a car-a skiff with an outboard-tie it up right at her place. There's a dock. No point in getting pinned in there with wheels on a dead-end road."
"Right on!" the others chorused.
* * *
Ken Morgan was not accustomed to finding things for himself. When he needed some information on a job, he sent someone to get it. He had no idea how to find his erring son in a strange town, so he thought about the problem while he drank two beers. He had no idea where a troubled teenage boy might go, and he considered the fact that Johnny didn't know the town well either, so he asked the barman where the kids hung out, and made a list of the places. There were more than a dozen, and he thought it would be a waste of time to canvass them all himself. He went to the local pool hall and recruited a boy who knew the town and claimed to have met Johnny. He gave him ten dollars and promised another ten as soon as he found him and reported back to the tavern. He was still feeling good after whipping the two milkmen, and he wanted time to have some drinks and think about the situation with Amy and Johnny. Johnny definitely had more balls than he'd believed to get into Amy's pants so fast. And Amy was hotter than a firecracker with her mouth. He wondered just how hot her pussy was, and, grinning at his reflection in the bar, realized his snot-nose son knew that already.
Well, his dad would find out soon enough.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amy tried to be bright and cheerful with the few prospective customers who came to the shop, but found it hard today to recite the history of the antiques. It was impossible for her to make her usual selling effort, yet a pewter mug and a particularly ugly piece of Sandwich glass went at good prices. She was just hanging the "Closed" sign on the door at dusk, worried sick about Johnny and what Ken might do when he found him-and there'd certainly been enough time-when the four boys appeared.
She knew they must be summer kids, because all the local boys she could recognize on sight. She looked in vain to see a car and wondered how they had arrived, aware that teenagers never walked so far down the road. She turned the key in the lock and opened the door.
"What can I do for you, boys?" Amy asked, painfully aware of the way they were looking at her.
One tall, dark-tanned lean youth with an arrogant stare said, "We're friends of Johnny's."
"Johnny? Where is he?" she said, excited. "He's been gone all day. I've been so worried...."
"He's okay. Off with a cocksucking cunt. We thought we'd just drop by and give you a friendly fuck. According to Johnny, that's what you like."
"Why you-" Amy blurted. But her words were cut off as they surrounded her, grabbing her arms, twisting, dragging her down the path to the cottage where Johnny was living. They shoved her inside roughly and slammed the door. One of them found the light switch, and another went to close the draperies. The frightened woman couldn't imagine this was happening to her. She couldn't believe that Johnny had talked, but obviously he had! God, how she wished now she had never set eyes on him! They were young, the four of them, just Johnny's age or a little older, but obviously hard kids who would hurt her if she didn't submit to their carnal desires. Her voice choking, she cried, "You're hurting me! Please don't hurt me! I can't fight you!"
"Now you're thinking right, honey," Cliff said. "Johnny says you like cock. Well, we got it for you. Cooperate and we'll do you good. Give us shit, and we pound your ass. Strip! Get naked. Let's see that fine ass and those tits!"
"I wanta know if her pussy's got red hair too," Barney, the stocky boy with near white hair put in, grinning lewdly.
"No!" Amy cried. "I won't! I'll call the police!"
"You'll be calling for nothing but more pricks in a little while, baby," Cliff said with a salacious grin. "Okay, strip her! Rip her fucking clothes off!"
He stood back while the other three fell on Amy. The frightened young divorcee tried to struggle as lewdly grasping teenage hands tore her clothes away, pinching her firm voluptuous flesh harshly. In less than a minute she was stark naked, her skin marked by their cruel fingers. They dragged and pushed her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed where she cowered, looking up at their young animalistic faces, becoming painfully aware that there was no escape. They were going to rape her and do other unspeakable things, and she was defenseless to stop them. She wished with all her heart that Ken would return now. He was man enough to throw all four young ruffians out, and drown them in the river too! How had Johnny, her beloved Johnny, ever betrayed her like this? She began to cry softly in despair.
"By God, her pussy is red-haired too!" Cliff looked down at the cowering helpless woman and licked his lips. "I gotta taste some of that before anybody fucks it. Get out of the way, boys, here I come!"
He quickly shed his clothes as Amy tried to draw her body into a tight protective curl, covering her genitals with her hands. All she could see was the threatening length of his rampantly twitching cock as he kicked his slacks off and approached the bed. It was slightly thinner than Johnny's, but longer, and the head seemed to be outsize. She was sure she couldn't take such a length between her legs; it would split her up to her belly! He got on the bed and Ids strong young hands forced her knees apart as he twisted her onto her back. Her struggles were futile against his superior strength, and gradually her legs parted, her cream-white thighs spreading into a "vee" with a red-fringed slit at the apex. She sobbed, covering her eyes.
"Quit crying," Cliff said tauntingly. "You're gonna love this! My sister says I eat her better than anybody!"
Amy tried to clamp her legs together as the dark-haired boy pushed his head between them, but his hands holding her thighs were too strong. She felt his hot breath flowing over the clenched lips of her fearfully cringing cunt and shuddered. She didn't want this, yet it was terribly exciting and she opened her eyes to see the three other boys surrounding the bed. They, too, were naked now, stroking their cocks and eyeing her greedily as suddenly she felt Cliffs mouth clamping on the lips of her pussy, his tongue probing urgently, finding her defenseless little clitoris and lashing it wetly.
"Aaaaaggggh!" she moaned, trying briefly to struggle against it, but within seconds her body betrayed her, her legs splaying wide as she thrust her pubic mound up to meet the lewdly delving tongue. She gasped, "Ooooooh! Please ... please don't do this to me ... Please ... Oooooohhhhhh ... yesssssssss...."
"I knew you'd like it," Cliff said with a wicked grin as he raised his head briefly. "Sis says I'm the best cuntlapper she ever-"
His words were cut off as the tortured redhead urgently grabbed his head and pulled it back down to the flexing lips of her newly aroused pussy again, scissoring her feverishly trembling thighs tightly around his face. She felt his tongue spear up, up, up forever into the sucking depths of her cuntal passage and she ground her buttocks into the bed as a fresh wave of desire swept over her. She writhed and tossed, her body undulating in coital motions in response to his deft oral caress, and she had a wild erotic mental picture of how she must appear, her thighs tight around the face of one licking boy while three others stood above her, stroking their cocks, waiting their turn. She knew that they would do anything they wanted with her, that she was helpless in this obscene vile situation, and that she couldn't be blamed for whatever she might feel. She gasped and groaned as she pushed her mound up to the sucking licking mouth and let the wave of sensuality sweep over her, consume her. Her fingers played with the boy's hair as she realized she didn't know his name or any of the others', but that this oversight seemed to make no difference. They had her trapped; they were going to use her in the most perverse ways and yet these young boys were filling a need so long neglected that she couldn't hate them! She could only hate herself for wanting what they were doing to her so much!
"Ooooh ... your tongue ... your tongue is like fire!" she cried out, humping up as the wetly slithering tongue slid up into the fullest depths of her clutching cunt. She thought she could feel the tip probing her cervix as she reached down to pull the dark outer lips of her wantonly quivering pussy wide while the ravenous mouth sucked more and more voraciously. "I'm there! I'm cumming ... so quick ... I'm cummmminnnnnnnggggg...."
Amy thrashed on the bed, her eyes rolling, mouth contorted as she felt the gush of hot secretions flood through her body and pour from her spasming vagina into the mouth of the boy who had at first seemed so cruel, but at that moment had become the loveliest person she had ever met. He continued to lick and suck, letting her come down gradually from the high peak while her thighs trembled uncontrollably around his cum-smeared face. Finally he lifted himself from her ecstatic body, licking his lips as if savoring a great delicacy, and knelt over her, stroking the length of his over-long penis, squeezing it until the head bulged to a prodigious size.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, Amy," he said.
"Yes ... yes ... I want you in me," she mumbled, raising her knees, opening herself wide to offer all of her cunt to this boy stranger who made her feel so good. "I want your cock in me...."
He began to tease her, running the bulging head up and down the wide-open slit of her pussy, pushing it against the throbbing button of her clitoris until the great penile knob gradually parted the hot, coral-hued flesh. At last Amy could stand it no longer.
"In me! In me now!" she cried out, grasping the length of iron-hard flesh in one hand and pulling urgently as her other hand clawed at his poised buttocks, nails digging heedlessly into his skin. "Fuck me!"
He drove into her with a single stabbing stroke, the bulbous head of his fervently throbbing cock pushing her cunt open and ahead of it in great rippling waves. Johnny's aunt arched her back with a cry of relief, sending her greedy vagina up to meet the impaling stroke, her legs flailing as she screwed her ass-cheeks hard into the bed and swung her long tapering legs high over his back, locking him to her while her pussy sucked at his heatedly penetrating cock-shaft. The ramming of his pelvis against her clitoris brought her to the beginning of orgasm again and she strained to find the ultimate pleasure, yielding to her own animal desires, no longer caring who was doing this to her as long as it was happening. Wave after wave of sweetly torturing pleasure surged through her body, and Amy fucked violently, rising to each jackhammering stroke of the fleshy cock-piston. Time went on and on and on....
"How ... can ... you ... so ... long?" she grunted as every muscle in her body strained to match his performance, the cords of her neck and thighs standing out sharply as her belly muscles flexed with each pistoning lunge he made up into her intensely craving cunt. "I've never had ... it ... so ... long!"
"I practice a lot," the boy grunted out, fucking into her violently.
"Hey, I'm gonna cum just watchin'," Barney complained. "Hurry up, Cliff, for Pete's sake!"
"I'm just starting," Cliff said jubilantly. "Stick it in her mouth. She likes to suck."
Amy didn't want that. She no longer cared about being used by two males at once, but she wanted nothing to interrupt the wild pleasure she was feeling in her deliciously filled pussy. The stocky white-haired boy was crawling onto the bed, stroking his penis and bringing it close to her face and she tried to turn away, but he caught her head in his hands and turned it to his loins. She saw that his cock was shorter, but also much thicker, than Cliffs. She pleaded with her eyes for him to wait until their leader was through with her, but without acknowledging her protest, he pushed it hard against her moist lips. The feel of the insistent rubbery head excited her, and she let her jaw relax, forming a wide round oval with her lips as he thrust his hips forward. On her tongue she tasted a drop of seminal fluid and she began to lick greedily at the bulbous glans, her lips tightening like a velvety clamp around it. She sucked hard, drawing more of him into her mouth. He was as thick as Ken, but not so long, and she found it easy to take all of his penis, until her lips were buried obscenely in the curly tickly hair of his loins. Reaching with her hand to feel his balls warm and heavy in her fingers, the excited redhead moaned in sensual delight, her nostrils flaring as she began to move her head, letting her lips suck up and down his impaling rod of flesh while her tongue swirled around it in wanton abandon.
Quickly the boys established a rhythm, one screwing deep into her yearning pussy as the other thrust up into her sucking mouth to the very limit. Buffeted between them, Amy's voluptuous body writhed in passion, and the thought of what she must look like, being fucked mercilessly in the vagina and mouth at the same time strangely titillated her and increased her passion. She ground her churning cunt up to the boy above her and savagely sucked with wetly ovaling lips, wishing only that the penis in her mouth was longer. Barney grasped one of her breasts and squeezed hard so that the pain brought her to a new masochistic peak.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuggggghhhh!" she groaned, rolling and thrashing between the two of them while the others looked on in open-mouthed lust.
"I'm gonna cum!" Cliff gasped, increasing the speed of his driving strokes up into the beautiful woman's moistly clasping pussy as her legs locked him even tighter.
"Me too! Now!" Barney shouted. "Jesus, can this one suck a prick! Suck me, Amy baby! I'm gonna give you a real mouthful!"
The loud obscene words spilled into her ears and the crudeness of them revolted the young divorcee. But she was beyond herself, wanting them to cum at the same time, to fill the burning void of her cunt and her hungry mouth at the same time, to let the hot sperm mingle in her belly from either end of her. She fucked harder and sucked violently, urging them on, rising with them to the same pinnacle, ecstatic to feel their cocks thickening and jerking as the delicious warmth of their ejaculations reached her at the same instant. She gasped and choked as Barney spilled his seed in a great spurting stream up into her mouth, her lips sucking insatiably, her tongue savoring the delicious taste as her hand squeezed the emptying balls urgently, even as her quaking cunt flexed and clamped tight to the exploding young penis that was gushing liquid fire into the very depths of her womb. Cliff slumped over her, his weight flattening the firm mounds of her breasts, his cock slowly shrinking in her moistly contracting pussy while her lips sucked obscenely on the deflating phallus lodged lovingly between them. Amy lay there content, filled at both ends, not wanting to think of what she had become, but loving what she felt at the moment.
"Come on, you guys," Danny, the skinny one with the big nose complained. "Me and Phil are horny too."
"Sorry about that," Cliff said with a self-satisfied smirk as he drew back, pulling his limp wet cock from Amy's flowing cunt. The aroused young woman, completely abandoned now, held tight to Barney's penis with her lips until he had to pry her head away.
"Get on your hands and knees," Phil said, moving to the bed. "I'm gonna fuck you dog fashion."
Amy looked up at him docilely. She didn't care how he did it, as long as he did it quickly. She wanted cock, cock and more cock, any way she could get it! The lust-demented redhead positioned herself, the smooth white half-moons of her expectantly shuddering buttocks raised invitingly, her cunt still flowing with a mixture of her own cum and Cliffs. She rocked from side to side, rotating her ass-cheeks in abandoned invitation, the molded white columns of her thighs spread wide, her buttocks split open lewdly, her cunt-lips swollen, opening and closing in urgent desire. Danny was by far the biggest of the boys. She looked back at the size of his cudgel and knew he would fill her as nobody had before. He was fully as large as Ken, and she'd never had her brother-in-law in her pussy. She was sure it would hurt, but she wanted to feel, to be taken violently.
"Hurry," she pleaded. "Don't make me wait! Fuck me!"
"You betcha, baby," the boy said. He knelt behind her and she felt his strong hands on the quivering roundness of her hips, as she jerked back spasmodically, opening wider as his thumbs pressed her ass-cheeks out in preparation for his onslaught. She tossed her head, sending the hair flying away from her huge eyes, and turned to look. She wished the antique mirror was at the head of the bed, so she could see his enormous length splitting her vaginal flesh, impaling her. "You want it all at once?" he asked obscenely.
'Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Hard! Hard as you can!"
"Yes, ma'am!" the youngster said, and lunged into her.
Amy screamed as she felt the massively distended cock ram up into her from behind. Her pussy was tom apart as the bulging head poked hard against her cervix, even before her vaginal passage was stretched, and the heavy sperm-bloated balls smacked into the wide-open crack of her buttocks. She rocked forward, slipping from hands to elbows, struggling to get away from the sudden brutal onslaught until the boy's hands grabbed her hips and pulled her tight back against him. She shuddered as she felt him flex his cock inside her fearfully straining cunt.
"Oooooooooh!" she moaned. "Wait ... a little...."
"That's what they all say," the boy gloated. "All the teeny-bopper cunt! I hurt, but they like it." He rubbed his hands lewdly over the wriggling half-moons of her buttocks, and Amy quivered at his touch. She had never felt anything like this in her life, and she heard the big muscular boy go on. "But I tell you no lie-even after Cliff fucking you so long, you still got the tightest hottest pussy I ever found! Johnny sure wasn't shittin' us! Damn, you're good fucking! Work your ass on me!"
Amy had to muster all her strength to obey, but the lust-depraved older woman knew this was' what she had asked for, wanted, and needed. The whole hardness of him in her cunt, ravishing her, degrading her, giving her the punishment she so much deserved for corrupting Johnny Morgan. Sweet young Johnny ... she knew that love and hate are separated by a thin wall, and that one can turn to the other, and she forgave him for his treachery, hoping he would forgive her for enjoying her punishment. She screwed herself back on the impaling cock, and it felt good, flexing in her belly, filling her as she rotated her buttocks and mewled her submissive pleasure.
She dropped her head to the mattress, looking down between the jiggling swaying cones of her so-sensitive breasts to see the incredible length of his rock-hard penis ramming in and out of her juice-dripping cunt, and his balls smacking tantalizingly against her tender inner thighs. She had reached the point where she was cumming continuously, her belly muscles contracting with her cunt, squeezing and sucking as she wished she could somehow see the youthfully dilated pole ramming up into her, but there was no mirror this time. She ground her hips and buttocks back to meet each ripping plunge of his spring-steel piston, moaning and wanting more. Then she felt a hand grasping her hair and turned her head up to see the skinny boy Danny, the one with the nose and ears he could never possibly grow into, holding his cock, running the foreskin back and forth in his fingers. He seemed afraid to ask, so she gasped out the words.
"Yes! Yesssss ... lie under me!"
The fourth boy scrambled to lie crosswise under her head, his rigidly erect penis just below her mouth. Amy grasped it and, pursing her lips over her teeth, dropped her head on it, taking it deep into her throat while her tongue teased the length of it and she sucked, even using her teeth to hold it between her voraciously working lips while the bigger boy was fucking her wildly from behind. She wondered if any of her school friends had ever had it like this, so wild, with such young robust boys who could keep going forever and ever and ever...?!
Why had she denied herself so long ... lied to herself? Amy thought as she humped back hard against the big boy and drove her mouth to the full length of the penis of the skinny one. God, she'd put up with any kind of debasement, humiliation, if only she could have sensations like this. These young cocks .. "It's so goooood, so goooood...."
Ken Morgan had grown weary of the tavern. The whole day was shot, and the kid he'd sent to find Johnny hadn't reported back. He had shot pool and played dice with the bartender for drinks, not caring whether he won or lost, and two potential fights among other patrons, in which he thought he might be able to participate just as a diversion,, had not materialized. It was dark outside when the boy came back, apologetic.
"Mister, it took a long time to find him," the boy said, looking sincere. "He wasn't here. He went out on a big boat with four guys. He came back in a motorboat with three girls. He's down on the river at the yacht harbor now, trying to fix a flat tire on a bike. A girl's bike. I'm sorry I took so long, but I had to go all over."
"You did fine, boy," Ken said. He pulled out his wallet. The kid couldn't be over eleven or twelve years. Impulsively, he peeled off two twenty-dollar bills and put them in the kid's hand and sent him away. The incredulous father thought, Shit! He goes out on one boat with four guys and comes back with three broads. Maybe that brat's got balls after all!
The bartender gave him directions to the yacht harbor, and he found Johnny quickly. He thought the boy might run at the sight of him, but Johnny stood up, his face swollen and discolored, letting the bike drop. He looked ready to fight.
"Get in the car, Son," Ken said. He reached out to touch the dark rainbow-hued eye. "I'm sorry about that."
The boy didn't flinch. He looked at his father and said, "I had it coming, Dad. But I saw you with Amy. I was in the tree outside. So ... so don't lay any shit on me, okay?"
"She's a fucking lot of woman, boy," Ken said to his son, admiring the toughness he had never realized was there. "You got to her, and maybe did her some good. Maybe I did her some harm. Let's go talk to her." They got in the car, putting the bike in the back, and Ken started the motor. As he shifted, he grinned and said, "I had the local Dick Tracy Junior out looking for you. He said you went out on a big boat with some guys and came back in a small boat with three girls, and one of them looked real happy. Sometime, I want to hear about that."
"She's a nice groovy girl," Johnny said. "She helped me."
"I haven't had time to tell you about your mother. She's in good hands, but she "freaked", as you kids say, you know?"
"I thought she would," Johnny said. "If you handled it, it's gotta be cool, Dad. I want to see Amy."
Amy's station wagon was in the drive, but there were no lights in the big house and none in the antique shop. Together they checked the rooms and finally headed toward the cottage below by the river. There the lights were on, and they could see what was happening. Amy on hands and knees on the bed, her buttocks waving wildly in the air while a big teenager fucked her furiously from behind and her mouth nibbled up and down the thick penis of another boy who lay across the bed in front of her as two others, their cocks limp and wet, stood over the straining trio.
"Those bastards!" Johnny exclaimed. "They're raping her! And it's my fault! Those were the guys on the boat. I told them, Dad! I told them!"
"Shut up," Ken said. "She's loving it: Look at her mouth working, and the way her pussy's grabbing! Let them finish! Then we'll throw their asses out. It's not good manners to interrupt a fuck!"
They crouched beside the window, looking through the thin curtains until they witnessed the final throes of Amy's orgasm with the big boy Phil ramming and reaming into Amy's tightly contracting pussy while her devouring mouth sucked furiously on the pummeling penis penetrating her lips and contorting her beautiful face. They saw the cum streaking her perspiring thighs and dripping from her lust-swollen mouth in long, thick white strings, watching her catch the sticky strands in her fingers and avidly stuff them into her mouth, her tongue licking her lips, her eyes glazing with the strain of her intense sexual adventures.
"Now you see how she is, son," Ken said. "We had a long talk this morning, after I ran you off. I made her blow me, and she hated it-until she got my prick in her mouth. Then she went wild. The more I hurt her, the better she liked it. After, she cooked me breakfast like I was a king, and she copped out, admitted she's been starving for cock until you came along, and she fell apart. She told me the whole fucking story, and I believe her. I always thought she was a stuck-up bitch, and all the time the trouble was she wasn't getting her fucking the way she wants it."
"I don't think I really know, Dad," Johnny said.
"Well, you kids would say she likes to be put down. Made to do things she wants to do but can't let herself do on her own. You know?"
"I dig. I think I dig ... but Aunt Amy?" the youth questioned mournfully.
"Look at her-licking that kid's balls. Like she was starving."
"Fucking whore," Johnny muttered. "Cocksucking bitch!"
"She can't help it, any more than your mother can help the way she is now, or I can be different from what I am," Ken said. "Now, let's throw those assholes out of there. And then we'll show Amy what a real fuck is!"
"I want a shot at the big lean kid. Cliff. I want to hit him once in the mouth, just for drill," Johnny said.
"Oh?" Ken looked through the encroaching darkness at his son. He was surprised. The boy had never shown anything like this before. "He's big, and you've got one eye shut. Any particular reason?"
"A girl ... she was nice to me ... he gave her shit." Johnny thought of the half-wild blonde girl, the female exhibitionist who had at the right time been tender and tough, conning Cliff and the others to help him from his deep dark pit. "They won't stand up to you, Dad. They'll run. I got to go in alone. You just stand back and keep the others off me. I don't know how much they owe Cliff."
"I will be go-to-hell-damned, " Ken muttered, amazed. "Go, boy, and make the first shot good, but don't count on the second, because he's big and lean and he'll eat you alive."
Adrenalin pumping through his arteries, Johnny Morgan strode proudly to the door and pulled it open. He felt the surge of blood and the tightness in his balls. He had never picked a fight in his life. He saw Aunt Amy's lust-drugged eyes go wide when he appeared, and the surprise on the face of the others. His mouth could only manage one word.
"Out!" he said.
"Oh, shit, look what showed up!" Cliff said, laughing. He was by the side of the bed, his cock half-hard again, and he had been thinking of how he would put it to Amy the next time. In her mouth or up her beautiful white ass. "Fuck off, kid!"
The words exploded like a bomb in young Johnny's head and he moved instinctively, remembering the advice from the father he had just discovered. He had only one punch, or Cliff would climb his frame and eat him. He believed it. His right hand made a fist, and the arm sent it out like a rifle shot. He aimed for Cliff's jaw, but Cliff had a fraction of a second in which to move, so the fist struck his mouth. It mashed the lips and continued upward, breaking the fine delicate nose. Spurting blood, Cliff tried to cover his face as Johnny's left hand caught his right eye. The tall, long-muscled boy fell and curled into a ball, beginning to cry as tears mingled with his blood.
Everyone stared, and none stared harder than Johnny Morgan. He could not believe he had done such a violent thing. He was shaking with excitement, not at the unexpected victory but at having acted at all. He gulped hard and found his voice.
"Get out," he croaked. "Get away from Amy."
Awed, the other three boys hastened to grab their clothes. Danny and Phil helped Cliff to his feet and half dragged him from the cottage. They had no idea who the big man with the cigar was, but they read the look in his eyes as he slammed the door shut behind them. They would never be back.
Ken went into the bedroom, where Amy, her face almost white with shock, was curled into a ball on the big bed. Johnny bent over her, his arms protecting and comforting in this moment when he sensed that she was on the verge of hysterics. Ken watched, and thought, this kid doesn't have good sense-but damn it, he feels, and he acts and moves well! He moved to the far side of the bed where Cliff had fallen and bled and picked up two teeth, still with blood on them. He tossed them in the air and caught them, reaching out to put them in his son's hand.
"I think these belong to you," he said. "Now, tell Aunt Amy what happened."
The boy looked into his father's eyes and discovered a partnership which he had never believed possible. He turned to look into the glazed confused deep green eyes of his lovely aunt. Curled on the bed, her face wet with tears and contorted with fear of what would happen to her next, Amy trembled and swallowed hard. Unable to speak, she nodded, waiting to hear.
"We love you, both of us. Dad and I talked, talked all of it out. I thought he was shit and he thought I was shit, but we got it together. I mean, we're together, dig, Aunt Amy?"
Puzzled, she nodded again. She could not speak. Her throat seemed to be paralyzed.
"We're gonna fuck you. Together. So good you'll never fuck anybody but us. Dig?"
"Oh, my God, Johnny...." Amy could barely speak the words, but looking into their eyes, she knew it was true. Well, she'd been so abused the past two days, she thought she could submit to anything. She couldn't escape if she tried, and she wasn't sure she would try. After years of continence, she had let herself go in the most wanton way, and if she was now called upon to answer and pay, she couldn't complain, yet she felt the need to make some excuse, so she said, "I couldn't help it. They came and told me you'd said terrible things, and they forced me. I had to do it ... and ... and ... I finally wanted to. I can't help the way I am. I'm sorry I corrupted you! I...."
"Lay on your belly, Aunt Amy," Johnny said. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"Yes," she said, rolling over and rising to her knees. "I want you to fuck me, Johnny. You can cum in me, too."
"He means he's going to fuck you in the ass," Ken said cruelly, as he began shedding his clothes. "You like to have your asshole played with. If you think a finger feels good up there, wait until you get a whole cock. Give it to her, boy!"
"Oooooh, nooooooo...." Amy whimpered, trying to squirm away. She had to admit to herself that when a finger penetrated her anus, it did feel good, even though it hurt at first, but to have anything as big as a man's penis up there-just the thought of it terrified her. It could never fit! She mewled and struggled as Johnny tried to mount her, the hot head of his rampant cock sliding up into the tight-clenching split of her ass-cheeks, seeking her tiny puckered anus. She felt her nephew's strong hands on the smooth quivering flesh of her hips, gripping her, trying to move her into position and she swung her buttocks wildly, trying to escape. But suddenly the naked weight of her brother-in-law was pressing down on her back and shoulders, holding her tight to the mattress as Johnny was cruelly pulling her hips up and jamming his knees between hers, bruising the tender inner skin of her milk-white thighs as he pried them apart. She sobbed and, her face jammed against the mattress, pleaded brokenly for mercy. "No ... Nooooooo ... please, not that! Fuck my cunt or my mouth or my tits! Let me suck, oh, please, let me suck you ... Johnny ... Ken ... Johnny ... Kenny ... Ooooooh!"
She felt one of Johnny's hands spreading the tight-held cheeks of her buttocks, and the fingers of the other entering the crease, light and teasing, barely brushing the sensitive cringing rose of her anus. Despite her fear, she responded, relaxing slightly, squirming at his touch, .not fighting hard. She twisted her head painfully, looking around Ken's bulk as he held her down, and saw Johnny's face moving down to the wide-split moons of her buttocks, and then she felt the first touch of his tongue, sliding up and down the center, wetting her, ringing her little anal opening.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, relaxing, wriggling to open wider to this unexpectedly gentle oral caress. She moved to push her gyrating buttocks back against his face, and Ken eased his hold on her. The boy's tongue was so much smoother and softer and more delightful than a finger and willingly she raised herself, straining to part her ass-cheeks farther so his tongue could go deeper up into her. She felt herself starting to cum already and realized her anus was much more responsive and sensitive than her pussy! "That's nice!"
She let herself float on the waves of sensation, and was disappointed when the boy withdrew his tongue. She rotated the firm! tight-muscled half-moons of her buttocks, pleading for more, and then she felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing lewdly against her now relaxed sphincter muscle. She tried to clench it against the invasion, but her buttocks were widespread, her knees far apart, and he was holding her hard by the hips as he pushed insistently against her rectal aperture. Amy felt herself being stretched, and finally the tight elastic muscle surrendered and the head of his surging cock was penetrating her.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" she grunted, feeling sudden panic more than pain. She was afraid he was going to ram the full length of his inflated phallus into her at once. "It hurts ... hurts ... hurts...."
The boy waited, looking down at the white roundness of her perfectly formed ass, the little hole distended by the mass of his cock-head inside it. She was beginning to move slightly, rotating her buttocks, moving from side to side as if to dislodge him, but as he leaned forward, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper up into the hotly grasping well of her rectum with every motion her sleek cringing body made. He heard her sobbing and breathing heavily as he flexed his cock, forcing gasps from her straining throat.
"Doesn't really hurt, does it, Amy?" Ken said. He lifted his weight from her shoulders and she was able to rise to her elbows. "Doesn't it really feel good?"
"I'm-getting used to it," Amy murmured, humiliated that she would have to answer such a question. "It-it feels funny!"
"Move your fucking ass around and get it all the way in and it'll feel good!" He moved down on the bed and the flat of his hand struck the straining flesh of her buttocks. "Move it and get it in! Johnny, pour it to her! Hard! Make her shake it and take it!"
He began to smack her in rhythm, first on the left cheek, then on the right. The petrified girl couldn't help moving under the impact of the slaps. They stung without really hurting, but were laid on hard enough to swing her upturned buttocks from one side to the other so that in attempting to recover her balance after each one, she realized she was rotating herself and at the same time humping back. She felt the insistently thrusting rod of flesh invading her rectal passage deeper and deeper, until finally she was sure it was all the way into her belly.
"Please!" She screamed when the impalement became intolerable. "Let me ... let me relax! It hurts so much! Give me a minute! If you care anything about me, give me a minute!"
"Hold up, Johnny," Ken said quietly. He moved to kneel in front of the straining redhead, reaching out to cup and squeeze her dangling breasts, massaging them until her nipples were hard and erect. He released one and used his hand to peel back the foreskin of his cock and lift it in front of her face. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth wide and dipped her head. Her lips closed tightly over it and she began to suck, using her tongue urgently. Now she would do anything!
The throbbing warmth of her brother-in-law's massively distended cock filled her mouth and she almost forgot the penetration of her virgin anus until Johnny began to move again-and then it didn't feel bad-in fact, it felt pleasurable. Different than anything she had ever experienced, but nice! She stretched and relaxed, wanting to feel more of it. Sucking with her mouth, she humped back and wriggled her buttocks, trying to open wider. Then suddenly she felt Johnny's obscenely impaling cock flex and twitch as his hands grasped her swaying hips so hard it hurt.
"Uuuuuuuugh! Aaaaaaaagh!" she gasped, as he rammed all the way into her stretched rectum so that his balls smacked against her straining pussy. The shock of the sudden full impalement made her bring her head up, eyes and mouth wide open, letting Ken's cock escape her sucking lips. "God! It's all the way up my belly! It hurts! Don't move-you'll tear me apart if you move! "
"Fuck her," Ken said, grinning at the twisted pain on the lovely redhead's face. "Fuck her, son."
"It's hurting her, Dad," the boy protested.
"It's hurting her!"
"Fuck her! It's what she needs!" his father commanded. "Do it!"
With the incredibly tight moist warmth of his aunt's nether passage clamped tight to his achingly erect penis, Johnny began to slowly fuck in and out between her trembling ass-cheeks, watching the pink flesh pulling out of her anus with each stroke, then being shoved back a moment later. Amy raised her head and turned to find his eyes, her own streaming tears. It was the most humiliated expression Johnny had ever seen, and part of him wanted to stop hurting Amy. Yet her rectal passage felt so good he had to do it to her, and as he grunted and fucked harder, he felt her begin to move with him, the light in her eyes changing mysteriously to one of masochistic enjoyment.
Damn, the old man's right, Johnny realized! She does like to be hurt! And the way she puts out to everybody who grabs her, I'm gonna hurt her! He grasped her hips and drove the entire length of his flexing phallus violently back up into the tight ring of her anus and grinned as she groaned in agony.
For Amy it was a mixed scream of awful pain and awakening pleasure as the thick shaft plunged right up into the velvety depths of her violated rectum, the lust-swollen head mushrooming obscenely inside her. Despite herself, she humped and screwed back on the cruel penis until she felt the slap of his balls against the swollen lips of her open cunt, and his curly pubic hair brush against the split-open cheeks of her buttocks. It seemed the only way she could end the throbbing pain was to have more of it, more and more, until she passed over some distant threshold where the pain would turn to wild insane pleasure. She ground her taut-muscled buttocks in a tight circle, straining to absorb him entirely, rocking back and coming forward again to match the increasing speed of his lustfully sodomizing cock.
"Oooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaugh! Aaaaaaaaaaah!" the redheaded beauty cried, each time meeting his drive more vigorously, rocking from side to side as the tremendous sensations began to spread through her body. She had never felt anything like this in her life, and now all the pain was gone, her rubbery sphincter was fully relaxed, her rectum expanding to accept and enjoy the unnatural intrusion. This was so much better than a finger-better in a way even than having the long-neglected vacuum of her pussy filled. It had hurt at first, but now that he was embedded in her anus and really fucking her there...."Ooooooooh! Aaaaauaaaah! Yessssssssssss! "
As Amy chanted the sounds like a litany, her full rich lips curled in a smile of wanton pleasure and then sought Ken's cock again.
"Hold it a minute, son," Ken said. "Roll her on her side. I'm going to help you fuck her!'?
"Oooooh! No! You can't!" Amy cried as Johnny tipped her onto her left side, his hands grabbing her tight around her tiny waist, his penis impaling her rectum to the hilt. Her legs moved feebly as Ken dropped onto the bed in front of her, peeling the foreskin of his rigid cock back and reaching one arm around and over her to grasp his son, so she was sandwiched between them. While Johnny's stationary penis flexed impatiently in her back passage, she screamed, "You can't! I can't take both of you at once! "
"Sure you can, Amy," Ken said confidently, bringing his throbbing dilated cock-head to the distended lips of her pussy and working the hot tip between the moist tender cunt-lips. Amy involuntarily jerked forward, seeking the contact even as she mumbled incoherently for him to please stop! "You're made for fucking, and it's time my son and I did something together. Right, Johnny?"
"Right on, Dad!" the boy exclaimed. "Can you really get in?"
"I'm in!" Chet said jubilantly as he lunged forward with all the strength of his powerful body, splitting his sister-in-law's yielding succulent cuntal flesh. "Damn it, I'm fucking her too!"
Amy groaned in anguish and her right leg flew high in the air as she tried to escape the terrible searing pain in her lower body as both her cunt and anus were filled with thickly pummeling cocks. The shock of her double impalement almost made her faint, and her leg dropped over Ken's muscular hip to hang long and white and smooth. Trying to ease the pain, she moved jerkily, and as she did, they moved with her, Ken's rampant rod of flesh pulling out slightly while his son skewered even deeper up into her virginally violated rectum. She groaned again as they began to pump in and out of her slowly.
"Ooooooh! Aaaaaauuuuugggghhhhh!" she moaned, feeling their seemingly monstrous organs rub against each other, separated only by the thin membrane of her vaginal and anal passages. Her weak motions to ease her pain were only helping them, and she felt her flesh stretching, adjusting to their probing penises. The tips of her heavy firm breasts were pressed flat against the curly mat of hair on Ken's chest, and Johnny's taut young belly was hard and hot against the smoothly gyrating roundness of her buttocks, and after a few minutes the pain eased to be replaced by a strange feeling of pleasure. She knew she could never be more degraded in her life, not even if they hung her from the barn rafters with ropes tied to her ankles and whipped her. Nothing could be more humiliating than this, to be sandwiched between two lusting males, their penises filling both her cunt and anus to the hilt! The mental image of what she must look like thrilled her perversely, and, responding masochistically, she began to thrust her body back and forth, feeling their hardness inside her, one moving in from the rear as the other slid out of her cunt, and then reversing. She groaned, "Oh, fuck ... fuck ... FUCK MEEEEEEEE-BOTH OF YOU FUCK MEEEEE!"
Almost savagely, the totally abandoned young woman clamped Ken in her arms, her fingernails digging furrows in the muscles of his back, her
-leg locking tight over his thrusting hip. The two males established a rhythm, rolling her between them like a soft mound of some very alive plastic substance, and with each drive in and out Amy gasped and moaned with increasing pleasure. She had never dreamed anything like this was possible, having two men in her at once, and, in the excitement of her predicament, she even wished for a third, so she could feel the hot, hard mass of a penis in her mouth too! For lack of it, she pulled Ken's mouth to hers and greedily sought his tongue, sucking it and nibbling his lips.
"Damn, Dad, you were right!" Johnny exclaimed, screwing with ever greater urgency into her tightly clutching rectum. "Aunt Amy wants us both fucking her at once!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, writhing her buttocks and ramming them back hard at her nephew while she sucked ravenously on Ken's tongue. "Oooooooh! Aaaaaaaaagh!" Undulating wantonly between them, she felt no pain any more, only intense sensual pleasure that was building like the heat of a volcano in her loins and anus. Like an electric shock, the orgasm hit her, not coming slowly like all the others, but exploding, rippling in wave after wave through her body, so her toes curled and her breasts turned to mounds of fire as her fingers clenched tight, her nails sinking deep into Ken's hard-muscled back, drawing blood. Her vaginal and anal muscles clamped tighter around the two ramming penises and she carried them with her, felt them swelling and then spurting deep up into her cunt and anus simultaneously as their strong bodies pummeled her back and forth between them. The tightly locked trio screamed loud, shouting out their shared pleasure in the simultaneous cumming that was wilder than any of them had ever known before.
Amy felt the great flood of sperm hotly flooding both her orifices and gloried in it, joyously aware that she was a woman and glad she could know such pleasure, only regretting that it had taken her so long to find it. The white rivers of cum filled her and overflowed from her orgasmically clenching cunt and rectum as she urgently sawed her body back and forth, seeking every possible pleasurable sensation from her two men. In the end she outlasted them, as the woman always conquers in her own small way, and was still striving for more when their deflated cocks finally slid limply out of her deliciously distended anus and cunt, trailing thick streams of whitish cum that coated her ass-cheeks and thighs. Wanting the most, she twisted on the bed and sought their loins, her lewdly searching tongue licking each of them clean in turn. Then she knelt on her haunches on the bed, looking wonderingly from one to the other, her wide green eyes shining as she thought of what they had done together.
"I-I don't know ... I don't know what to say," she mumbled.
"I-we love you, Aunt Amy," Johnny said.
"Yeah," his father followed up. "It's like the kids say-far out!-but Johnny's right! We both love you."
"And I love you both," she whispered. "I-I know I need both of you and ... it's long past dinner time, but there's some smoked ham and I can fry some potatoes and things like that." Gathering her wits back together, she tossed her mane of shining dark-red hair and felt their mingled cum gluing her thighs and ass-cheeks together. "Okay?"
"Soon as we get our clothes on," Ken said.
With a frankness she didn't know she possessed, Amy laughed and said, "Fuck the , clothes! I own this damn place! If I want to walk naked in the light of the moon, who's to stop me?"
"Right on, Aunt Amy," Johnny agreed, grinning.
"Like the man said, 'Fuck 'em all', and he was right," Ken said.
Arms around each other, they walked naked up the path from the cottage to the big house, Amy in the middle, loving the feel of their strong bodies pressing close and the way their hands cupped her jouncing breasts.
Ken claimed he could put together a better meal than any woman, and summarily took over the kitchen, giving Amy a chance to shower. She did it quickly and then thought of things to make herself beautiful, but looking in the pier-glass at her nakedly voluptuous body, she realized she had never been more beautiful, so she only ran a comb through her tousled auburn hair and walked proudly naked down the carpeted stairs to join her lovers.
In the kitchen, Ken had assembled a massive meal of ham, cold roast beef, fried potatoes and had boiled fresh asparagus from the garden. Johnny had thrown a lot of green things together, sloshed various liquids over the mass, producing a salad which was strange but at least different. Ken had a pan of soda biscuits baking in the oven, the beginning of a strawberry shortcake.
They were all ravenous and ate with fingers as well as knives and forks. Amy had never been so happy in her life, and she was only afraid that it was all a wild, hurting, but beautiful dream which would have to end. She was sure she would wake up to discover there had never been any Johnny, there had been no degrading milkmen, no young boys from a boat, no Ken. But it had to be real, the good and the bad ... it had to be real. Because if it was a dream, then her awakening to her own nature was also a dream, and she would have to go through life unfulfilled. To reassure herself, she reached and found their cocks, stroking them.
It was real. So were the hands which moved to cover her breasts and the tender lips of her satiated pussy.
"I get an idea we should talk, figure all this out," Ken said. He finished his last cup of coffee. "We should do it tonight."
"In our bed," Amy replied, as if the big bed upstairs had always belonged to all of them. "Where we can touch."
They followed her upstairs, watching the taut swing of her smooth firm buttocks in the dim light. They slid onto the big bed, the antique mirror reflecting their images, and Amy snuggled contentedly between them. Sharing the closeness, they were able to speak frankly and freely. For the first time in their lives, father and son found themselves communicating.
Jan would get the treatment she needed, and in time, with the help of nature and hormones, would recover. Ken still loved her and wanted her well.
Johnny agreed that people needed roads, and Ken assured him they were being built now with all possible concern for the ecology.
Amy said all she wanted was to have both of them with her.
"I've got to work on the Interstate, but I can be here on weekends, and days when we get weathered out," Ken said. "In the meanwhile, Johnny can mind the store." He trailed his heavy fingers over the sensitive slit of Amy's tender cunt. "After all, he was sent up here to do a little work."
"I dunno if I'll have the strength," Johnny said, grinning.
"You'll fuck yourself out, but then the old man will be back to help," Ken replied, laughing, now loving his son. He winked at Amy and added, "It's not good to sleep on a full stomach. Should exercise a little first." A finger slipped between the swollen lips of her cunt, finding wetness. She undulated against it for a moment, wincing, finding she was extremely tender. "Screw you to sleep, Amy?"
