The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Mavis Shepard is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people, living the life of a respected businesswoman, a pillar of her community at the age of thirty. But within her lies a sexual drive so strong, that she will stop at nothing to attain the pleasure she seeks-not even when attaining that pleasure means "buying" her own young nephew to keep as her personal sex slave.
Auntie's Hot Mouth-A shocking story, yes, but one which shows how far some of us are willing to go to get what we want out of life.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was a picture-book spot, at the side of a small, Wisconsin lake. Tall reeds, overhanging branches and a patchwork of multi-colored flowers ran down to the water's edge. The time was late afternoon on a warm summer's day and Barry Dawson, finished with his farm chores, was swimming far out in the middle of the lake.
It was a quiet, secluded spot where even people from the village and neighboring farms seldom came. For the past five years, ever since he was ten and first learned to swim, Barry had made it his own private swimming hole. That was why he never had any apprehension about taking off all his clothes and leaving them in a safe, dry spot on the bank, while he skinny-dipped as he was doing now.
However, this day was to prove different from all the others. When she heard he was going swimming and saw he was taking no trunks with him, his Aunt Mavis decided to follow him to the lake.
She was there now, sitting off to one side of the reeds, where he could not see her, snapping pictures of him in the water with her 35mm Single Lens Reflex. Among other things, Mavis Shepard was a shutter-bug.
Despite her thirty years, she still retained a great deal of her fading youth. Her long, ash-blonde hair that fell in soft swirls about her long neck and shoulders, accented her classic beauty, with only the slightest hint of a line here and there around her blue eyes and her full, ripe, red mouth. But it was her breathtaking body that made her so exciting.
Though matured, her oversized breasts were as firm and round and high as when she was a teenager, with not an excess ounce of flesh any place else on her fantastic anatomy. Continual exercises and a careful diet had kept her figure youthfully slender. A figure that girls eighteen and nineteen might well envy. To add spice to all this, she made sure she wore clothes that would show off her body and her beauty to full advantage.
At the moment, Mavis was wearing a pair of scant-cut, hip-hugging white shorts that set off the rich suntan of her long, flawlessly shaped legs, tall platform sandals and a nylon blouse open at the neck.
While waiting for her nephew to come out of the water, she had removed her bra, which was not much of a covering to begin with, and stuffed it into her shoulder bag. So when a soft breeze blew, or she leaned back, the blouse molded to her breasts and clearly outlined her large pink nipples and pebble-grained areolas.
Now at long last through the view-finder. Mavis saw her nephew striking out for shore. She hurried to where he had left his clothes, all laid out carefully in a small, dry clearing on the grassy bank-his T-shirt, faded denims, socks, work shoes, shorts and towel.
She scooped up everything and took them back to her blanket near the reeds, so that he would have to come to her to get them. She sat down on the blanket and found him again in the view-finder. Her pulse-beat quickened and she was aware of familiar electric tremors starting high up between her legs as she watched him swim closer.
She would have rubbed her thighs tightly together to try to suppress the wild feelings growing there but she knew that would be a mistake. The increased pressure on her tender cuntlips would only make the sensation increase.
After all, Mavis had not indulged in sex of any kind in the more than two weeks she had been here. That was a hell of a long time for Mavis to go without being laid. When her husband Carl was alive, he used to fuck her four and five times a week; sometimes twice in one night. She wondered many times if that could have been the reason for his demise three months ago. If he had fucked himself into an early grave. On the other hand, it was not so early. The guy was sixty-eight when she married him and they had been married for damn near ten years. And up until the last ten or twelve months of his life, the old boy could still get it up.
Which explained what Mavis was doing here in the country. Her late husband had left her a sizeable supermarket chain back in Milwaukee that required a great deal of straightening out before she could take time out and properly and respectfully mourn her loss. However, mourning did not particularly become Mavis. What she really wanted was to get away from business and relax. So she came to spend a few weeks with her one and only sister, Janis, on the farm Janis and her husband owned, in the northern part of the state, hard by the Canadian border.
Even when her husband was alive, Mavis was no angel. She enjoyed a strange cock occasionally stuck up in her belly, especially during the time he was bedridden-and since her husband's passing, those same cocks were only too anxious to fill the void. A few of them perhaps even hoped they could become a permanent fixture up between Mavis' shapely legs. Not only with an eye to the thriving supermarket business that she had inherited from her husband, but Mavis knew her way around a mattress. She was a terrific piece of ass.
Through all this, Mavis never had considered a teenager, even though there were several working as box boys in her markets. She did not even think about Barry in that respect, especially since he was her nephew, until she caught him ogling her silk-encased legs when she crossed them and trying to get an eyeful of her cleavage, when she leaned into him a couple of times. On each occasion he had a hard-on. He had tried each time to hide it, but it was impossible, and what had amazed her most of all, was the apparent size of it.
She did her best to try to forget about it, tried to tell herself that it would be wrong for an aunt to have sexual intercourse with her nephew. But the itch in her pussy would not be ignored. Finally today, she decided to bring it to a head-the head of her nephew's cock!
The mere thought of the possibility of playing with a boy Barry's age, of feeling his young, virile cock up inside her, caused new sharp jolts of pleasure to flood up into her belly as she watched him reach to where the water rose to just above his waist. She had not seen his boyish cock in the raw yet. She could only judge what it might be like outlined through his pants since his backside had been to her all the while he undressed and then ran down to the water's edge and dove in.
Now he was starting to wade ashore, his water-shriveled cock swinging back and forth between his legs. She took a close-up shot of him with the camera to add to her collection of nude males, that included just about every buck who had ever laid her. Then she quickly removed the vinyl neck strap from around her neck and put the camera aside. She continued to sit there on the blanket, watching as he began to search the spot where he had left his clothes.
"Hello, Barry darling!" she called out to him.
"Aunt Mavis!" His face blanched and he drew back quickly, trying inadequately to cover his cock and balls with his hands. "Gosh-I never expected to find you here."
He made another frantic search of the ground for his things.
"Looking for your clothes, darling?" she asked, trying to hide her eagerness to see what his hands were hiding.
He swallowed. "Y-yes, Ma'am.!"
Mavis smiled. "They're right here beside me on the blanket. Come ahead, darling, and get them."
He gulped again. "I-I can't." He turned and ran back into the water until it was waist high. "I don't have anything on."
Mavis could not help but feel how refreshing his shyness was. Even if he was only a boy, she had not met a bashful male in-well-more years than she cared to remember.
"What would you like first, darling?" she asked him as she began to sort out his clothes. "Shirt, underpants, denims ... ?"
"The towel, Aunt Mavis. Just the towel. I can wrap it around myself and come get my things," he replied.
Mavis reached for the towel and stood up. She walked to the edge of the lake. As always she kept her chin high to iron out any trace of a possible double-chin, shoulders drawn back and stomach pulled in, giving greater emphasis to her huge, lightly covered tits that swung back and forth sensuously with each step.
"Just throw it, Auntie," he told her, indicating the towel.
She shook her head. "Suppose I missed and it fell in the water and got all wet?"
Mavis toed off her sandals and on the tips of her red-lacquered toes, she waded out to him until the water was well above her knees. She could feel her nipples spike both from the chill of the water and the fact that she was standing so close to him and knew he was naked.
Rather than hand him the towel, she was near enough to start drying off his shoulders and chest. He was not as tall as she, but for a fifteen-year-old his body, thanks to his farm chores, was nicely developed. He still had a boyishness about his face, but his features indicated that when he got older, he would be rather good-looking.
As she continued to dry off the upper part of his torso, he grew more uneasy, embarrassed. Glancing down at her abbreviated white shorts, he said, "Maybe-maybe you'd let me have the towel now, Aunt Mavis. Your shorts are starting to get all wet."
"You're a darling boy to be so considerate," she said with a chuckle. Knowing that her shorts and panties were wet-but not only from the water. She took his suggestion, turned away from him and waded out of the lake.
Barry waited until she was out of the water, then holding the towel above his head so it would not get wet, he turned and backed out of the lake until he could safely wrap the towel around his dripping midsection. Then he joined her on the bank, where she had left her sandals.
Mavis had unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, so that when she bent forward to pick up her sandals, her huge braless breasts almost tumbled out. At the same time her eyes went to the swelling in his groin area, that told her he had another erection, a Jim Dandy this time, straining against the towel like a pole under a canopy. She turned and walked toward the blanket where his clothes were piled. She made a move to sit down.
"Gosh, Aunt Mavis," he interrupted. "You'd better not sit around in those wet pants. Sun'll be setting in a little while and it gets pretty chilly here at the lake. You don't want to catch a cold and spoil the rest of your vacation."
She faced him. "I was hoping we could sit and maybe talk for a little while. I know so very little about you." She looked around inquiringly. "Do many people ever come here?"
"Hardly ever," Barry replied. "Maybe Paul Fisk-once in a while. He's my buddy. But he never gets here this late."
"Then perhaps if we started a fire, I could take them off and let them dry," she said as she reached her shoulder bag to fish for her lighter.
Barry gasped. "You mean-take off your pants?"
She smiled faintly and reached for his shorts. "If you put these on, I can cover myself with the towel."
She tossed him his underpants. He dropped the towel, turned his bony, bare ass to her again and quickly pulled them on. Scared as he may have been, apparently the mere thought of his aunt taking off her shorts kept the bone in his cock, as he turned to face her.
"I think we'd better get a fire started first," she said. "If you'll get some wood together ... "
"Yes, ma'am. Just let me get my pants on."
Before she could stop him, he had grabbed up his jeans, dug his legs into them and then hurried about gathering up twigs and branches. When he came back, to his open-mouthed amazement, his aunt had done just the opposite to what he had done. She had taken off her shorts and was standing before him in her crotch-hugging, white panties that the tails of her blouse barely covered.
She saw his almost terrified expression as if a sudden, strange weakness had come over him at the sight of her long, suntanned legs bared now almost up to the point where they joined her torso. She made no comment. She simply held up her wet shorts and said, "Now if you'll get the fire lighted, darling, we can dry these things out."
He took another lingering look at her fleshy, perfectly shaped thighs and at her tits so clearly revealed through her gossamer blouse. Then he piled the dry twigs and branches in a stack on the ground, not too far from the blanket, took the lighter, and in a few moments had a blazing fire going.
As his aunt sat down on the blanket, legs stretched out before her, thighs clenched tightly together, he draped her wet shorts on a bush a safe distance from the fire, where they would dry.
Mavis watched the way his muscles rippled through his arms and shoulders, how the material of his snug denims molded to his thighs and the cheeks of his ass as he threw more branches on the fire. She had stopped thinking that he was her nephew, only what a delightful new experience it would be for her to have someone so young. Maybe his adolescent strength pouring into her would make her younger, too.
"Wouldn't you like to sit here on the blanket with me, darling, until my shorts are dry enough to put on?" she asked as she patted a spot facing her.
He swallowed with considerable difficulty and sat down as she suggested. It was obvious that the display of her flesh was getting to him, as she had been confident it would. Not only her legs. She had popped a couple more buttons on her blouse, so that the top slipped off her left shoulder, partly exposing the swell of her delightful left breast. She could tell by the way he was staring how his fingers ached to touch her breasts. The truth of the matter was that she wanted them touched just as much as he wanted to touch them.
To hopefully hurry the process along, Mavis wiggled her shoulders just enough so that her blouse fell open still further, affording him an even better view of her tits. "I'll bet this is your favorite spot, where you bring all your girl friends and skinny-dip with them," she teased.
"Oh, no, ma'am," he retorted, shaking his brown-thatched head emphatically. "I never did. I never brought any girls here."
"Surely you have a favorite girl?"
"No, ma'am, I don't."
"A good-looking boy like you doesn't have a girl?"
He blushed. "There ain't no girl around-exceptin' at school."
"What a shame," Mavis said with mock sympathy. But the knowledge that he was a virgin fanned the flame of her passion even higher. Now she was more determined than ever to have him, whether he was her nephew or not. As nonchalantly as possible, she brushed aside the tails of her blouse and parted her thighs, offering him his first glimpse of her scanty white nylon panties, bursting full with pussy hair and cuntlips.
She watched his eyes widen to saucer dimensions and his tongue wet his parched lips. Then she dropped her gaze to the front of his denims. His bulging cock was banging away in the right leg of his pants, furiously. She did not want an accident, any premature ejaculation. So she brought her legs together, covered her crotch with the lower folds of her blouse and wiggled her fanny across the blanket until she was sitting beside him. She did not know whether her sexiest long-lashed look would be lost on a fifteen-year-old, but she tried it anyway as she met his gaze and whispered, "You were right, darling. It's getting a little chilly now. Wouldn't you like to put an arm around me and keep me nice and warm?"
He was far from chilly. Perspiration was pouring out of him. He said, "Gosh ... I don't know ... maybe we'd better get on home?"
She kept looking at him, affecting a little pout. "But my shorts aren't dry yet-and you're the one who suggested I might catch a cold if I kept them on.
She did not wait for any further indecision on his part. She took his left arm and draped it over her shoulders, his right arm she put around her waist. Then she wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged against him, tightly, her big breasts crushed against his bare chest, her hardened nipples poking into his flesh. She began to rub against him, working the material of her blouse off her tits until they were bared. The contact of their naked flesh brought a new flare of passion to both of them. She could feel his arms tighten around her, until she had to draw back from him slightly and gasp for breath. Then her fingers, fierce and demanding, reached up for his face and brought his almost reluctant, inexperienced lips down to meet hers.
In his boyish innocence, he did not even know how to kiss, his lips remaining thin, tight lines of immobile cold flesh. "Here, let me show you, darling," she murmured. At least this was a twist, having to teach a member of the opposite sex-young or old--how to kiss. She felt a little shiver of sensual delight surge through her as she projected the fuck itself. "Let your lips soften, darling. Let them have their way, do what they want to do."
She moved her lips on his as if seeking a better and better contact, gradually letting them part and urge his lips to open and accept her hot inquisitive tongue that sought his tongue in erotic play.
It undoubtedly was his first real kiss, one that he was not at all likely to ever forget. Like a serpent her tongue wiggled and licked inside his mouth, inciting him to an alarming pitch.
CHAPTER TWO
When Mavis finally pulled back from her nephew, her lips were glistening wet with his saliva, as his were with hers. She dropped backward onto the blanket, her breasts moving spasmodically. The last button on her blouse was undone now and the blouse flew open, exposing her luscious, milk-white tits, her bare flat tummy and the black "V" of pubic hair beneath her dampening, transparent panties.
She saw his eyes raping her gleaming bare flesh hungrily. It excited her, the way he was looking at her. She held up her arms to him, and wiggled her fingers beseechingly. "Come, darling ... "
He crawled toward her and leaned over her. This time he needed no instructions or encouragement. He put his parted lips to hers, his tongue probing, dueling with hers deep inside her hot mouth. He learned fast.
She loved the feel and the taste of his young mouth, so fresh and clean. She kissed him back with unbridled hunger, grinding her lips to his.
"Oooohhh, darling, touch me," she gasped as she found his right hand and brought it to her left breast, holding it firmly against her flesh as she closed her eyes. The kiss lasted a long time as they drank in the sweetness of each other's wet mouths, stirring the coals of her passion to a new high. She wanted him. Oh God, how she wanted him!
She drew back from him, placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled him over onto his back on the blanket. She loomed over him, her eyes wild with lust, her huge pink-tipped breasts dangling just above his face. She could see the effect that the intoxicating warmth and smell of her naked velvety flesh was having on him. She could feel the swollen aching hardness of his pulsing cock through his pants, against her belly, as she lowered her tits to his mouth.
"Kiss them, Barry darling," she murmured.
She gasped as his moist lips came in contact with her throbbingly erect nipples. "Oooohhh, suck them. Suck hard!"
A jolt of raw pleasure knifed through her body as he caught one of the nipples between his lips and instinctively lashed it with his hot tongue as he pulled it into his suctioning mouth.
Mavis was one of those women able to have an orgasm simply by having her tits kissed-and after a few moments of erotic bliss, she experienced one now. Her body jerked and twitched as waves of hot seething sensations ran a desperate race over her nerve-paths, as her hands at the back of his head pressed his face deeper, almost suffocating him in her cushiony breasts. Finally she pulled her raw-tipped, glistening wet tit from his mouth and kissed him again. Instead of appeasing her, it only incited her more, made her want him more.
As she leaned into him again and began to drag her lips downward over his chest, tonguing first one nipple and then the other, it was clear by his expression that he was bewildered, confused by his aunt's actions. Yet there was no question he was enjoying it more than anything he had ever experienced before in his young life. The only question appeared to be-how far was she going? What new thrill was she planning for him next? He did not have to wait long for an answer.
Mavis licked her way down as far as his belly button, then she straightened away from him and allowed her blouse to slide down her arms and drop to the ground. Except for her juice-drenched white panties, she was completely nude as she knelt there at his side.
For the first time, Barry was viewing the exciting, sensuous, near-naked body of a woman, and his cock extended a notch or two in appreciation.
Suddenly, she turned her head and looked down at the protrusion in his denims. "Barry Dawson!" she said in a shocked tone. "You are a naughty boy! You should be spanked."
He gulped, and with almost tearful apology, he said, "Gosh, Aunt Mavis-I couldn't help it. I mean-with you kissing me-and me seeing you with all your clothes off-it-it just happened.
She was getting a terrific charge out of his innocence and decided to carry on in the same vein. "I think I'd better have a look and see what exactly has happened," she said, and started to undo the button at the waistband of his jeans. He made a move to sit up in protest. But a hand on his chest forced his shoulder blades back down onto the ground. "You behave yourself and lie still."
Her fingers returned to the waistband of his denims and got it unbuttoned. Then she found the tab of his zipper and slid it open. She wondered who was more excited, who was getting the bigger thrill out of what she was doing-he or she?
Mavis, of course, could have simply pulled down his jeans and his underpants and exposed him. But she knew, from past experience, with her husband as well as with other men, that half the thrill for both parties concerned was the tease. Even if it never happened again, even if she and Barry never got together again, she wanted him to remember this first time.
With the front of his denims spread apart, she inserted a hand down inside the elastic waistband of his underpants and made a pretense at not being able to find his cock. Inside, he was a slippery wet mess as her hand roved across his lower belly, then through his sprinkling of pubic hair.
Down the outside of his left thigh her hand traveled, then up the inside to his ball-sac. She felt him tense and hold his breath as she cupped his balls lightly, lifting and squeezing them gently. He was beginning to pant with delightful anticipation as her hand moved, slowly, to the base of his cock.
"Oh, Auntie!" he gasped as she grasped his rampant young cock and yanked it out into the open. She could feel him trembling with fear and excitement and no small amount of embarrassment as she fastened her eyes on his prick.
No matter how many male organs she had seen, handled and had stuffed into the hot slit between her lovely thighs, the first glimpse of a strange cock never failed to send her. Even an adolescent, not fully developed cock like her nephew's. Not that he was small, by any means. Even at fifteen, it was sized out to a good six inches; as big as the average adult male penis. In time it would undoubtedly grow another inch, maybe two, or even three. But Mavis was not interested in the future. She was concerned with right now.
"Ummm-he is excited, isn't he?" she purred, her face so close to his erection that she could actually breathe in his boyish ardor. "I just love a hickie with a foreskin. It keeps the head so velvety-soft and sensitive. Hmmmm, I can see it peeking out at me now. So cute, so precious."
His young cock felt good in her hand. She squeezed the swollen length of it, then began a slow, up and down stroking of the spongy shaft, working the gripping foreskin more and more off the purple-red knob as a flow of translucent fluid oozed from the hole in the tip of it, making her task easier.
"Oohhh, Aunt Mavis," he moaned. "I'm starting to feel all funny ... all kind of icky inside."
"Didn't anyone ever do this to you before?"
"No ma'am ... "
"How about that boy who sometimes comes here with you?"
"You mean-Paul?"
"Didn't you and he ever play with each other?"
"Well-sometimes he brought along pictures of women without any clothes on-and we touched each other down there. But we never did like you're doing ... I mean ... I never felt like this before ... "
"Then you don't know whether or not you can cum?" she asked as she stopped stroking him, but still kept her fingers wrapped around his cock.
"You mean-shoot? I'm not sure. I mean-I played with myself a few times out behind the barn ... and some white stuff started to come out," he confessed boyishly. "But I got scared and stopped Eight away."
She took her hand from his prick. Just in case that "white stuff" was cum, she still did not want any accidents. "Would you like to find out for sure-the right way?"
By the look that came into his face, he was not altogether certain what the "right way" was. But she had aroused him to a pitch where he most definitely wanted to find out.
"You're sure that nobody ever comes here?" she asked.
"Nobody," he said.
Without further questioning, she stretched out her legs and leaned back on the blanket, again supporting herself on her elbows. "You're going to have to help me off with my panties."
The way she had made him feel apparently had stripped him of all meekness, timidity and fear. He scrambled to his knees. Clearly he could see her black bush and the way the wet material of her panties adhered to her cuntal lips as he started to move toward her eagerly.
She held up a hand to stop him. "First, darling, you've got to promise you'll never tell anybody about any of this. That means your mother, your father, and your friend Paul, and everyone else."
"Oh, I promise," he gushed excitedly. "I'll do whatever you say, Aunt Mavis."
"And please-stop calling me Aunt Mavis for the rest of the day," she added. Then she raised her buttocks a bit off the ground as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly began working them over her hips to uncover her pussy patch.
It obviously never occurred to him why her bush was so black and the hair atop her head ash blonde. All that held his interest, at the moment, as he paused with her panties halfway down her thighs to look at her, was the abundance of silky, black hair that covered her pelvis and ran down between her fleshy thighs at each side of her cunt.
Mavis waited until he had pulled her panties off over her feet to spread her legs and let him have his first view of a real, live pussy. The red lips were wet and open just enough so that he could see into the pink-lined vestibule of her dark, palpitating tunnel.
"Don't you want to touch me, darling?" she breathed.
"Gosh-is it okay?"
Mavis simply smiled and watched his hand move cautiously toward her smooth thighs, linger a moment a few inches above her right knee, then continue upward. Her thighs jumped and she went all stiff as if touched with a live wire when he put his fingertips to her pussylips and moved over them inquisitively. She began breathing faster, deeper, as she felt Barry's slender index finger slide hesitantly and wetly into her cunt.
She was really drenched down there. She felt him probing inside her, curiously, wetting her still more. And then the callus at the base of his finger brushed over her swollen, super-sensitive pleasure spot. The sensation was a sweet flare of ecstasy. She was hotter than she had imagined.
She reached down between his legs and grabbed his wildly waving cock. "Ooohhh-put it in me, darling! Fuck me!" she cried out, wild with lust.
"I-I don't know how. I never did it."
She did not bother to stop and tell him there was nothing to "know". It was the simplest, most natural act in the world. Even the lowest, dumbest of animals needed no instructions.
Still holding onto his cock, she drew him to her, guiding its spongy head to her cuntlips. She rubbed the ripe plum of his prick back and forth in the slit, wetting it with the juices of her pussy. Then she let go of him and let him make the rest of the journey on his own.
She could feel his cock easing between the sodden walls of her cunt. His boyish prick would have been lost in the vastness of her flooded cavern if she had not learned long ago how to adjust to size. Her husband had not been much bigger than Barry. He taught her how to tighten her cunt muscles and make herself small to accommodate him. She did the same thing for her nephew now, sucking him into her hole, until she felt his balls slap against her upturned buttocks as he mashed his sparse bush into hers.
She lay there in breathless silence, letting him he atop her for several moments, marinating in her juices, while she thrilled to the delightful sensation of his stiff young cock throbbing inside her tunnel, sending waves of fire rolling up through her body into her brain. Then she placed her hands on his bony hips, and undulating her hips, guided him into a rhythm that she knew would suit him-not too fast, not too slow.
"Ooohhh, you feel so good, darling," she crooned after a moment of bouncing her buttocks about on the blanket. "Now fuck me hard!"
Instinctively he knew what she wanted and he began to screw her with long, powerful lunges, pistoning his boyish cock in and out of her steaming cunt. She doubled up like a contortionist, wrapping her long legs around his back, her smooth, moist flesh caressing him. He pressed forward, using his toes for leverage, skewering his cock in and out of her pussy.
With each downward stroke, she drew him to her so that his prick would penetrate as deep as it would go, sucking the slippery cockhead with the hidden, inner lips of her cunt. Oooohhh-he was such a good fuck! He was hitting all the right places-especially her clitoris-the crown of his cockhead and the wrinkled foreskin scraping back and forth over the core of her sex.
She had lost count on the little orgasms she had experienced since he first entered her, and was now waiting for the big one, which she knew would not be long in coming. Considering the excitement she had caused him, plus the workout he was now undergoing, it was a miracle that he had not cum before this. Maybe he could not cum. Maybe he was still too young to ejaculate? Some boys, she had heard, did not reach puberty until they were even older than he was-even though they might experience an erection. Whatever, keeping his hard-on through this long session was pure ecstasy for her, making it just about the most beautiful fuck she had ever known.
And then-all at once-her doubts were put to rest, as she felt his young cock swell to alarming proportions inside her.
"Oh ... oh ... I think-oh! I feel all funny!" he cried out, his voice almost hysterical. "I think-it's going to happen!"
And it did-but not before she reached up and pulled his mouth down to her quivering tits and told him to hold still, deep inside her. The next instant the cork blew out of his private world and his cock began to boom, shooting round after round of white-hot sperm into his aunt's guts. It was as though her insides were caught up in a flaming holocaust as animal sounds of overwhelming delight escaped her lips and she drifted off into an eternity of pleasure.
She held him there between her hot thighs, milking his cock with her cunt until she had drained him utterly and she felt his stiffness starting to fade away. Then she brought his lips down to meet hers and kissed him. "I think we'd better put our clothes on now and get on home," she whispered calmly.
As he pulled his shrinking cock out of the dripping folds of her pussy, he looked down at her, guiltily, worriedly. "You-you're not going to scold me?"
She smiled faintly as she reached for her panties and pulled them on. "Scold you, my darling? Never. I'm so proud of you."
Proud and satisfied as she may have been, with her return to a reasonable state of normalcy, Mavis told herself that she must be careful that it did not happen again. After all, he was her sister's child, and that, in the eyes of the law, made it incest. Maybe the best and safest thing she could do would be to pack her bags and return to Milwaukee, as soon as possible.
CHAPTER THREE
When Mavis and Barry got within range of the farmhouse, Mavis held back a few steps and said, "It might be a better idea if we didn't go in at the same time and let anyone know we spent the afternoon together. So you go in first and I'll follow a little later ... and remember, darling what happened is our secret."
"Yes, ma'am," Barry said with a final, longing look at her breasts. Then he turned and hurried toward the house and went in.
She waited several minutes, then followed after him. Janis was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Janis, the older of the two sisters, was in her late thirties. Like Mavis, she had lost her first husband, Barry's father, more than five years ago. Her marriage to Tom Dawson, soon after her first husband's death, had not been for love. With no money, no business experience and no particular talent with which to support herself and her then ten-year-old son, she had accepted Tom Dawson's proposal as a more or less desperation move, and had come here to live on his modest truck farm. Since he was bringing Barry up, she thought it no more than right that Parry take his stepfather's name.
Unlike her sister, Janis cared little about her appearance and had allowed herself to go pretty much to pot. She made no attempt to touch up her graying brown hair, watch her expanding waistline, her bulging thighs and hips, or her dress. Seldom did she bother to wear any makeup, and her tits, once every bit as big and beautifully shaped as Mavis', now hung down like watermelons almost to her waist.
When Mavis first had seen her sister after the five years that Janis had been living here in the northern part of the state, she had been properly shocked. She had tried to give her sister a beauty overhaul, at least try to bring back a semblance of the very pretty young girl she had once been. But Janis had merely shrugged her chunky shoulders and said, "What for? Tom likes me the way I am. All he asks is that I cook his meals, take care of the house and show him a good time in bed-and I do all three ... even if I wish sometimes he'd find somebody else to take care of his sex needs." She shrugged again. "Maybe I'm going through my change. But it gets harder and harder for me to make believe I'm enjoying it. Maybe it'd be different if he wasn't so big and it didn't hurt so much."
The "big" part intrigued Mavis. But she was glad that her sister did not suggest that she try taking care of him. Big and foul-mouthed, Mavis imagined he must be brutal and uncompromising in sex. She could understand why it was a chore for her sister to go to bed with him. He was not Mavis' type at all.
Janis turned from the stove to look at her sister as she came in the door. She asked, "Well-what happened to you? Where have you been all afternoon?"
"I'm afraid I became too occupied in taking pictures, and first thing I knew, I was lost," Mavis fibbed. She glanced around the kitchen. Barry was not there.
Mavis took a step toward the stairs that led up to her room.
Janis interrupted. "I'm afraid you're going to have to use the downstairs bathroom if you want to wash up before dinner. Barry's using the one upstairs."
Mavis got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, imagining him upstairs in the John, washing the sticky dry residue of her cunt off his young cock. Just as she wanted to wash his cum out of her pussy. Cum that she could feel dribbling down from inside her belly, messing up her panties.
"I sure hope he didn't stay in the lake too long and isn't coming down with a cold," Janis said as Mavis started to walk toward the downstairs bathroom under the staircase.
Mavis halted and faced her sister across the kitchen. "What makes you say that?"
"He looked kind of pale and drawn when he came in," Janis replied.
Mavis smiled to herself and continued on into the bathroom. She would have been surprised if he did not look pale and drawn after losing his "cherry" and the load of sperm he had shot into her.
Nothing very unusual happened at dinner. Tom talked about his trip to market and how everybody was cutting everybody else's throat over prices, punctuating every sentence with a four-letter word. But by now Mavis was used to this profanity. Same as she was used to him ogling her breasts and trying to embarrass her with suggestive remarks. But for the first time, she saw a somewhat different reaction from Barry. He tried to hide it, because he obviously was in mortal fear of his stepfather, but Mavis could see that Barry keenly resented what the older man was saying. Finally Barry left the table and went upstairs to his room. But his stepfather bellowed out irritably: "What the hell's the matter with him?"
"I told Mavis, I think he's coming down with a cold," his wife explained. "He went swimming in the lake this afternoon."
"That's the shit," Tom retorted. "He's probably been flogging his dummy. How old is he-fourteen, fifteen?"
"Fifteen," Janis replied.
"Fifteen," her husband echoed. "When I was twelve I screwed my first broad. You ask me that's what he needs-a good fuck!"
Mavis raised her napkin to hide her smile at the irony of his words. Right now, the very last thing in the world the boy wanted, or needed, was a "good fuck".
After dinner Mavis excused herself and went upstairs to her room and left Janis and her husband downstairs to watch TV on the antiquated black-and-white set in their living room. Mavis could not help but be a little sorry for her sister. It was not necessary for Janis to tell her that her life was no bed of roses here on the farm. While Tom always managed to keep enough food on the -able, that was it. Except for a refrigerator of even more ancient vintage than the TV set, inside toilets-that Tom had personally installed-a telephone and a LP bottled gas stove, there were no other real conveniences. Every room in the house needed new furniture, even though Janis kept everything immaculately clean.
The bathroom and two upstairs bedrooms were additions to the main house, more samples of Tom's handiwork. One of these bedrooms was Barry's, the other belonged to Mavis, with the John separating them. The bedroom that Janis shared with her husband was downstairs.
When she first arrived and saw the place, Mavis volunteered to take a room at a motel in town. Janis not only told her the nearest motel was some thirty miles away, but said she and Tom would be greatly offended if she did not stay with them. However, since she planned to vacation for almost a month, Mavis insisted she would stay only if she could pay her way. It took some convincing, but Janis finally agreed to the conditions. Tom was glad to see the extra money coming in, even though he never said so.
The first thing that Mavis did when she got to her room that night following dinner, was take her camera into the closet. She had set up a darkroom there, with the things she had brought with her from home ... print tongs, paper, developing tank, film clips, developer, fixer, stop bath, etc. In view of the sort of photos she took as a hobby, she had decided long ago to learn to develop them herself and not entrust them to outside commercial developing and printing shops.
After the door to the closet was locked from the inside, she turned on the safe light, and from her camera, she removed the cartridge of film she had taken of Barry that afternoon. She then went about the process of developing it. Unfortunately she had not gotten a shot of him with an erection. But she had captured a couple of close-ups of his darling little penis with him in the nude. It did not take a great deal of imagination to remember what it looked like with the bone in, and before she realized it, she caught herself rubbing against the edge of the small table, bringing herself pleasurable feelings.
It was not that she was ashamed. Developing some of the more candid, time-exposure shots she had taken in the past, that showed her and her male partner of the moment in the act of foreplay and fucking, had caused her to blatantly pull down her panties and masturbate. What she could not understand was how a mere boy-her nephew, at that-could arouse her this .way. It did not alarm her, or make her feel even a little unclean. In fact, the thought of his boyish prick going in and out of her cunt and then splashing that load of sperm against her ovaries caused a new flare of sensation in her loins. But wisely she moved back away from the table and continued washing the negatives and prints and hanging them to dry on a cord strung above her head. Then she put out the safe light, slipped out of the closet and locked the door behind her. She went into the adjoining bathroom, washed and took care of her biological needs, then returned to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes.
Mavis stood for a moment before the mirror atop her dresser. It only showed her reflection to midway down her thighs.
Playfully she cupped her breasts in her hands as she turned away from the mirror. She took her nightie, a wisp of black silk, from the foot of the bed and pulled it on over her head. She threw back the covers, put out the light, and got into bed. It was a warm night, so all she covered herself with was the top sheet.
She had been lying there only a moment when she thought she heard the knob turn and the door to her bedroom ease open. She lifted her head off the pillow and turned to try to see who it was. She had known ever since he first laid eyes on her that her brother-in-law had the hots for her. Unlike Barry, he made little attempt to hide his erection in her presence. It was almost as if in his male ego, he expected her to throw herself at him and try to rape him. She wondered if he would have the audacity to actually come into her room and fuck her with his wife in the room directly below, or if Janis, in her desperation to avoid another sex-bout with him, had sent him upstairs to her sister's room.
It was not until her nocturnal visitor came to within a few feet of the bed that Mavis could make him out in the darkness. "Barry!" she exclaimed in a muffled tone. "What are you doing here?"
He took a few more steps and halted alongside the bed. Apologetically and miserably, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Aunt Mavis. I just had to come and see you. I couldn't sleep."
She raised herself on the bed, supporting herself on an elbow to look at him. "Why not? What's the trouble?"
Mavis followed his gaze to his groin area. "This," he said.
He slept in his shorts, and right now they were filled with a huge erection.
"Well-what caused that?" Mavis asked.
"I don't know," he replied in almost tearful confusion. "I guess I got thinking about this afternoon and it just started to get all hard. It itches and hurts somethin' awful like somebody kicked me down there."
She smiled inwardly. The poor boy was probably suffering his first severe case of "lover's nuts". She said, "I suppose you'd like Auntie to take care of it? Make the itch and the ache go away?"
"Would you? Could you?" he gushed hopefully.
Of course she was delighted that he had such recuperative powers, that just thinking about her had made him feel this way and that he had brought it to her, first thing. She would have liked him to get into bed with her and fucked her again. But that would be taking too much of a chance. Her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom was directly below hers. With a creaky old bed like the one she was on, it would have been impossible to hide the sound once he began banging her, the way he had that afternoon. But, there were other ways ...
She threw aside the top sheet, swung her feet to the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed facing him. Then she put her hands on his hips and drew him closer to her.
"Take off your underpants, darling," she whispered. "Just let them drop to the floor."
As he unsnapped his shorts and let them slide down his legs, Mavis brushed the straps of her black nightie from her shoulders and let them slowly edge down her arms, slowly uncovering her breasts. She kept her arms at the sides and watched his hands move forward to her tits, enclosing the heavy white flesh with eager fingers, finding the red nipples poking out like hard, wrinkled push-buttons.
She reached for his cock and he moaned as she wrapped her long, cool fingers around his heated length and brought him still closer.
"You've got to be very quiet, darling," she murmured as she brushed his hands from her breasts. "We don't want your mother or stepfather to hear."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied in a whisper, unable to control his quick, deep breathing as she drew the foreskin all the way back, then placed his cock in the deep cleavage between her breasts.
She held him there by pressing her tits together with the palms of her hands. While the heat of his young prick burned her flesh and the excitement caused her breasts to ache with urgency, she mauled and massaged him, until she felt the drool from his cock-head seeping down over her boobs. She released him and look up at him in the darkness. She asked, "You clean, lover?"
"Yes, ma'am. I showered just before going to bed. I thought maybe it would cool me off," he replied softly.
Then she did, what to his young mind, was an incredible thing. She brought his cock close to her face and her tongue shot out. She began licking all over the head, getting all the juice off. Around and around the slippery knob her fiery tongue went, stabbing and swabbing the ultra-sensitive flesh, encircling the corona, sending electric shocks along the length of his young cock, into his balls and all the way back to his asshole. Then over and under the head her tongue went, lingering for maddening seconds beneath his corona, tickling the sensitive spot.
"Ummm-you taste so good-so sweet and clean," she breathed.
"Oh, gosh ... oh, gee," he kept crooning over and over like a broken record, experiencing the greatest thrill of his life. But that was only a prelude to what came next.
Mavis was a master when it came to the fine art of cocksucking. After tormenting the underside of the head, she wedged her tongue into the pisshole. Then she slithered her lips up and down the underside of his shaft, licking and nibbling his ball sac, taking first one nut and then the other into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Finally, she parted her lips wide and dropped them over the knob of his cock and pulled him into her mouth.
Her eyes glazed with passion, her mouth began going up and down on his cock. She glanced up and saw the look of unbelievable pleasure on his face as he looked down at her and tried to see his prick plunging in and out of her mouth, turning them both wild. Bucking and panting, he began shoving his cock in and out of her mouth in a simulated fucking motion as she took him into her throat as deep as he would go, sucking as hard as she could, all the time.
Adoration shone in his eyes as he crammed his cock deep, deep into her throat and then let fly. His cockhead banged and plowed her palate, her gullet, the flat of her tongue as he pumped his cum into her, watching her swallow thirstily until she had wrung every last dram of juice out of him.
Only then did she release his shrunken cock from her lips. She pulled her nightie up to cover her breasts and said to him in a whisper, "You'd better get back to your room now, darling. I don't think you'll hurt any more tonight."
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed heavily as he pulled up his underpants. "And-and thank you, Aunt Mavis."
Then he was gone, leaving her to drift off into sleep and pleasant, if somewhat confused, dreams ...
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mavis awoke the next morning, her first thoughts were of Barry. They were not altogether chaste thoughts. Maybe she should have taken a chance last night and let him get into bed with her and fuck her, instead of just sucking him off. Not that she did not thoroughly enjoy doing it to him. But it had left her somewhat frustrated and this morning, her pussy itched for relief as much as his poor little cock had last night.
To add to her desire, when she got out of bed and walked to the window in her black nylon nightie, she could see him already at work outside, near the barn. From a distance he looked older than his fifteen years, his young, lean body rippling with muscles. Maybe she could arrange to meet him again this afternoon beside the lake?
She backed away from the window, grabbed up her negligee and hurried into the bathroom, hoping that a shower might make her feel better. It did not.
Her sister had breakfast ready for her when she came downstairs. Tom, like his stepson, was already at work out in the fields. Janis took time out from her morning household chores to have a cup of coffee with Mavis.
After they were both settled at the kitchen table, Janis said, "You must have been awfully restless last night?"
"I don't know what you mean?" Mavis replied with a frown.
"The bed squeaked so loud as if you were tossing and turning and there was all that grunting and moaning," Janis recalled.
Mavis tightened a little. She knew that her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom was right beneath hers. But she never dreamed the floor was that thin. "Did it keep Tom awake, too?"
"Tom?" Janis echoed with a little chuckle as she brought her coffee cup to her lips and sipped its contents. "A bulldozer could take half the house away and he wouldn't wake up. When he sleeps he dies for eight hours."
At least Mavis was thankful for that. She would have to be more careful and not allow Barry to visit her room again at night. Tom might not be as trusting and naive as his wife. He might guess what caused those "grunts and moans" and come upstairs to investigate.
Mavis waited only long enough so that her sister would not suspect anything. Then she loaded her camera, took a handful of flashbulbs, and with the camera dangling from her neck, meandered out of the house in the direction of the barn. She had chosen to wear a light summer dress that molded to her body. But underneath she wore the works-bra, panties, even a black satin garterbelt and sheer black hose with tall black heels. Hardly the proper attire for roaming around a barnyard, but she had her reasons, and by now, Janis had learned never to question her sister's strange attire.
Barry, of course, was delighted to see her, as was his cock. It straightened out and began throbbing, like a happy dog's tail when it greeted its mistress.
"I came out to take some pictures of you hard at work," she said as she backed off a few feet, raised the camera to eye-level, found him in the view-finder and snapped the shutter. She played it subtle. "I'd like to take some more shots of you, darling ... maybe this afternoon, down by the lake?"
His face became wreathed with disappointment. "Gosh, I can't, Aunt Mavis. Not this afternoon. It's Friday and I gotta work all day. On account of tomorrow my stepfather goes to market again. But tonight, after everybody's asleep ...?"
Mavis shook her head and told him what his mother had said about hearing them last night. Maybe it was being so close to him and anticipating that made her look around, cautiously, and ask, "Your stepfather-will he be back soon?"
"Naw, when he goes out in the fields, he stays there," Barry replied. "He won't be back 'til lunch time."
She looked down at the swelling in his jeans. "Maybe there's some place in the barn ... ?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied enthusiastically. "Up in the hayloft. Nobody ever goes up there but me."
He did not wait for her answer. He turned, led the way into the barn and then to the ladder that led up into the loft. "You want to go first?" he asked politely.
She smiled. "If you promise not to peek."
"I won't," he said. But she knew he would and she wanted him to. She knew what effect the view of her bare thighs between the tops of her black hose and her lacy black panties would have on him, and she wanted that boyish cock of his to be as hard and ready as it was last night.
It was not the easiest thing in the world to climb a rickety ladder with spike heels on. But she finally made it, then stood back and waited for him to join her. When he did, his cock looked as if it were going to force its way right through the material of his jeans.
"You peeked," she said with mock reproval.
"I couldn't help it, Aunt Mavis," he spluttered out in apology. "Gosh-your legs are so pretty. I never saw a woman's legs in black stockings before. I mean-so far up ... "
She smiled and said, "If you like them so much, you may as well have another look." She reached down, took hold of the bottom of her short skirt and slowly, tantalizingly, raised it to the tops of her stockings and then the gleaming, smooth, white flesh of her thighs. The white looked even whiter in contrast to the narrow strips of black garters. Higher the skirt crept until it was above her waist, exposing to his view her snug, black lace panties.
"Holy gosh!" he gasped, and just kept staring, goggle-eyed.
She smiled again. "Touch me if you like, darling."
"Oh, gee!" was all he could manage to say as he reached forward and grabbed a fistful of snatch through her panties, already wet with her secretion.
She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and threw her head back with the sudden shock of sensation that his fingers brought her. Quickly she backed away from him, out of reach of his hand. "I think maybe we'd better move back a little farther and find a spot that's more comfortable."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, and showed the way to a far corner of the barn, where they would be hidden behind a wooden partition where the hay was piled high.
Normally, Mavis would not have been so impatient. She would have taken a lot more time, teasing him. But under the circumstances, she did not think it wise to press her luck and take too much time. Her sister might have seen her go into the barn and wonder what she was doing in there so long with her nephew and come to find out. Or Barry's stepfather might need him in the fields and come back to the barn for him.
First she set up the camera to catch each act on film. Then she dropped into the hay, making sure her skirt was hiked up well above the reinforced tops of her hose. She saw him standing over her, starting to unzip his fly to take out his cock. "No, darling," she interrupted. "First, take off my panties."
He dropped to his knees beside her, and as he had done the day before at the lake, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her black lace panties and quickly pulled them down. The effect of her black bush against her white flesh, framed by the black strips of her garterbelt and black stockings, was even more breathtaking than it had been yesterday.
As he stared down at her, he uttered the expletive that seemed easiest for him: "Oh, gosh!"
Anticipation had made her as hot as a pistol. Slowly she began to spread her legs, showing him the glistening wet, partly open, red lips of her pussy. "Kiss me, darling," she panted.
He started to move toward her mouth.
"No, precious," she corrected him. "Down there."
He froze for an instant, taken aback. "You mean-down there?"
She nodded. "My pussy."
He stared down at her cunt. "Does-does it taste funny?"
"Some people say it's rather pleasant, others say it has no taste at all-like your dickie," she replied. "But you'd better hurry."
Even though he appeared to be completely confused by her unexpected request, he began to lower his head toward her crotch.
"Kiss all around first, darting," she whispered as she leaned her head back in the straw and parted her legs as far as they would go, a tornado of passion starting to build up inside her in expectation. "Lick my tummy, along my thighs."
She continued to hold her skirt above her belly button as she felt the tip of his velvet tongue starting to move over her belly. He kissed and licked his way over her hips, her groin, down along the tops of her thighs to her knees, and then upward along the satiny insides. Maybe it was the gradual awareness of what he was doing, or the intimate musk of her cunt that came strongly to his nostrils, but as he drew closer to his goal, he became bolder, his kissing and licking more impassioned.
For one terrifying moment he hesitated and Mavis thought that he was not going to continue, that he felt what she wanted him to do was obscene, unnatural, perverted-even though she had sucked him off last night. And then all at once she let out a muffled scream as his face plunged forward into her cunt. Lips pursed, he pressed them deep into the heart of her precious treasure, his tongue creeping into her dripping, velvet-lined tunnel. The sweet, musky aroma seemed to inflame him further and he began ticking her with a wild dedication.
Without being told, with an instinct that was almost uncanny, he clutched her lust-bloated cuntlips with his fingers, peeled them back and began to slash away at the swollen nub of her clitoris with his tongue.
In an ecstasy of sensation, she moaned, shuddered and thrashed beneath him. "Oh, darling ... it's wonderful ... fantastic! Oh, you lover, you sweetheart, my own darling honey! Oh, God, whatever you do-don't stop!"
Obviously he had no intention of stopping. Relishing the taste of her succulent juices, thrilled by her wild outcries and gyrations and suddenly feeling completely in control of the situation, he appeared to want to drive her insane with his tongue. He tortured her clit, investigated her hole. Then with lips pursed, he siphoned the pearl of her clit, as if trying to pull it out by the roots.
"My tits," she panted. "Play with my tits."
As he went on with his sucking, he reached up with both hands and began squeezing and massaging her breasts, which she had freed by unzipping the front of her dress and unfastening the snaps at the back of her bra.
Mavis came completely apart then, blubbering like a baby. Entwining her fingers in his long, brown hair, she drew him even tighter into her steaming cunt, exulting in his slashing, probing tongue. "Oh God, dear God! Oh, my darling. My sweet baby. My sweet man. Oh, it's going to happen. Oooohhhh-I'm starting to cummmm!"
No more than ten seconds later, his tongue flattening on her clitoris, attacking, slashing, sucking, Barry brought his Aunt Mavis to a jarring, mind-bending orgasm. She lifted her buttocks high out of the bed of straw on which she was lying and with both hands jammed him suffocatingly between her legs. Her thighs clamped against the sides of his head, holding him prisoner in the swamp of her cunt, begging him to keep licking her until she came a second time. When finally she was satisfied enough to come back to reality, she crooned as she held him close to her, "Oh, my darling, you've got magic in your tongue. That was the most beautiful thing I've ever known. What am I going to do about you? If I thought I was going through the rest of my life without having you again ... "
She did not finish. Instead she drove her lips to his, licking the residue from her cunt off them as she reached down, dug a hand inside his open fly and brought out his lust-swollen cock. "Now-you lie down," she told him.
She set up the camera for another time-exposure. Then she leaned into him and took hold of his cock just below the head. She began a slow stroking so that her fingers rubbed up and down over the corona. She was intrigued by his young prick, even though she could not explain the fascination. She had handled cocks of all sizes and shapes. Yet just holding her nephew's rigid organ caused her all sorts of shivery delights.
She tightened her fingers on his prick and gave him a couple more strokes. Then she slid her hand down to the base and moved her face to within an inch of his cockhead. "I don't want you to cum this time, darling," she cautioned. "I just want you to be all nice and ready. Then you can put it in Auntie's pussy and finish.. So when you're ready to cum, you'll tell me, won't you?"
She waited only until he wagged his head, then pulled the skin down off the knob, sniffed, and lowered her head. A wild shiver went through her as she parted her lips and took Barry's prick into her mouth. For some reason he felt bigger than last night, but she guessed that was only her imagination. She began sucking, running her tongue over the silky, rubbery head, then wiping her tongue against the sensitive network of nerve endings at the underside of his glands. She dipped her head and took as much of his prick into her mouth as she could. All the while she continued the up-and-down movement of her ash-blonde head.
Barry lay back in the straw, in a heaven of pleasure as his aunt proceeded with a natural skill, a pure talent-a light grip of the hand, a sliding sweep of the tongue ... the perfect touch, pressure, movement.
She felt him starting to become restless. His belly ridged and turned drum tight. His breathing grew ragged and fast. His cock started to swell. Mavis pulled off him quickly.
"You're ready to cum and you didn't tell me."
He looked up at her through half-closed eyes, his jaw slack. "I-I couldn't help it ... it-it felt so good ... "
She tried awfully hard to sound severe. "I'll forgive you, if you get on me and give me a good fuck."
"Yes, ma'am," he panted as Mavis rolled over on her back in the straw and he mounted her.
She had wondered if his entry would bring her the same thrill as it had yesterday as she welcomed him between her splayed legs and made her cunt tight for him. She was ecstatic as she felt his cock slither into her, like a snake entering its hole. Not only did it feel as good, it was even better! Maybe it was because of the buildup she had given herself, the final release of her frustrations that had been bottled up inside her since last night. It had to be that. What else could make a boyish prick like his feel so good up in her belly? She emitted small sighs and moans of pleasure as he humped away at her.
It seemed no time at all before she felt his tight belly quiver. His mouth opened wide and he sucked air. His eyes closed. "Oooohhhhh, Auntieeee-!" He grunted and spurted and jerked as if a live wire had been shoved in his rectum.
Mavis wailed and hugged him to her body tightly as she felt the spasming of his prick deep inside her, the stuff shooting out of him and splashing against her womb. She held him that way until long after he had stopped ejaculating, even after her own orgasm had abated. She wanted to hold him that way, keep his cock inside her forever, make it a living part of her flesh.
One thing she knew for damn sure-she was not going to leave prematurely as she had planned. She was going to stay here as long as she possibly could and enjoy his wonderful, young cock as many times as they could arrange to be alone together.
CHAPTER FIVE
With her mind made up to stay put on the farm for the remaining two weeks of her vacation, Mavis was also determined to enjoy her nephew as often as possible. So after developing the pictures she had taken of Barry and herself yesterday in the bam, she hung them up to dry and locked the door to her makeshift darkroom. Then properly aroused by the content of the snapshots, Mavis prepared herself to meet Barry down by the lake. With her sister having gone with her husband to market and neither of them due back until early evening, Mavis and Barry would have all afternoon together.
To look her provocative best, even for a date with someone as young as her nephew, Mavis put on her skimpiest bikini, filmiest dress, and sandals. Then with her ever-present camera hanging from her neck and a couple of extra rolls of film in her shoulder bag, she made her way through the woods to meet her young partner in sex. He had left more than half an hour ago, with a blanket, towels, a box lunch she had prepared for the two of them-and a rip-roaring hard-on!
At first, when she saw the erection he was sporting, she was tempted to just invite him into her room and let him lay her in bed. But on second thought, she decided that could prove risky. There was always the chance that Janis and her husband might return unexpectedly, or that they would soil the sheets, and when it came time for her sister to wash them, she might start asking questions. If Mavis attempted to wash them herself, that would make Janis even more suspicious. Besides, it was much more romantic beside the lake-and above all else, Mavis was still an incurable romanticist.
Barry was already in the water, when Mavis got there. The moment he saw her, he waved to her and started to swim for shore. While she waited, she pulled her dress off over her head, kicked off her sandals and walked down to the edge of the water. She posed there in her red bikini.
As he came to within wading distance of the shore and he paused a moment to admire her, Mavis' heart began thumping wildly at the way he was looking at her. Indeed there was plenty for him to ogle.
The snug halter barely contained her jutting breasts, the material being thin enough to outline the tight thrust of her spiked nipples. The bottom looked like something she might have worn before she reached puberty. Cut well below her navel and molded to her prominent mons, it left nothing to the imagination.
He continued up out of the water until his cock showed. Cold and wet as it may have been, it was standing up at a 45-degree angle as he waved an arm to her and called out, "C'mon in, Aunt Mavis!"
She still wished he would stop calling her that, reminding her that she was his aunt. But in no way was she going to let it interfere with their clandestine relationship.
She watched his cock bobbing up and down out of the water like a cork-float, then called back to him, "No fair-you with nothing on-and me wearing a bikini!"
As she spoke, she unfastened the hook at the back of her neck, whipped off the top and tossed it aside. The bottom followed in quick order. She stood there utterly naked for only a brief moment, then splashed into the lake to join him.
When she reached him, she hugged him, mashing her big, naked tits to his wet chest, kissing him passionately on the lips. She held the kiss as she playfully pushed him backward into the water, holding him there for a few seconds while she ground her wet bush against his rigid cock. She was so hot, she would have fucked him right there and then if she thought he could have held his breath that long under water. But as she saw air bubbles rise to the surface, she released him and swam away from him with long, powerful strokes. One of Mavis' accomplishments was swimming. Born and brought up hard by Lake Michigan, she had learned to master the cold waters of the lake when a mere child.
When he recovered, Barry swam out to rejoin her in the middle of the lake. They kissed and splashed and grabbed and chased each other in the water, making Mavis feel like a kid again. But she soon discovered that in spite of all the exercising she did, her stamina was not what it had once been. So she struck out for shore with Barry following close behind her. When they reached the spot where they had left their things, Mavis took only a moment to set up the camera for some more time-exposures. She wanted to capture every one of these beautiful moments with Barry for posterity, for the time when she would have to go home. Barry picked up one of the towels and even before she was finished adjusting the camera, he began drying her off.
Every inch of her skin was so sensitive that even the lightest touch of the towel stimulated her further as he sponged off the beads of water that clung to her. He rubbed the towel briskly across her stomach, then brought it up to dry her breasts.
The sensation sent a tiny gasp into her throat but she stifled it as he continued to rub her breasts vigorously. The nipples began to swell until she felt they would burst. "Oooohhh, kiss them, darling," she breathed heavily.
Barry lowered the towel and put his lips to her breasts, kissing his way to the pulsating nipples, pushing his face into the cushiony mounds. Head back, eyes closed and mouth partly open, Mavis reveled in the exquisite pleasure he was bringing her. She waited until she felt a mild orgasm, then she gently pushed his face away and he went on toweling the remainder of her body.
When he got to dry the triangle of black hair between her thighs, the touch of the towel was such a stab of pleasure that she sucked in her breath sharply, tore the towel from his hands and let him play there in her squishy slit for a few euphoric moments. Then she stepped back, reached for a dry towel and began to dry him off, gently lowering him to the blanket. Finally, she threw aside the towel and leaned over him and let him nurse at her pendulous tits, wishing with all her heart that she could reward his delightful suckling with her milk.
She did not go for his cock at once. She ran the flat of her hand over his chest, fingering his tiny, aroused nipples. Then she rubbed lightly over his belly and down his groin to cup and jiggle his balls. Pulling her tits from his mouth, she moved down and brushed the nipples back and forth over his leaking prick.
She knelt there at his right hip, as though worshiping at a shrine. Only this shrine was six and half inches of rigid plum. Eagerly, her head dipped and her mouth opened to engulf it in her wet lips.
"Ooohhh ... aaahhh," he moaned, moving his head from side to side on the blanket in rapturous excitement, her damp ash-blonde hair cascading down at each side of her face to hide her lewd act like a shimmering waterfall.
She did not suck him for very long. She had no intention of making him cum. She would do that later, after he had fucked her and she had revived his cock, the way she used to do with her husband. Right now she wanted him to do a little eating. Straddling him, she moved up until her crotch was directly above his face, so he could look up and see her rawly open cunt, its lips stretched wide apart, its complex of vulnerable flesh yielding up to him its deepest, darkest secrets. Slowly she began lowering her pussy to massage his face, fill his mouth with her sweet, tempting juices.
And then, at that precise moment, there was a movement in the reeds ... the sound of twigs being snapped underfoot! Together Mavis and Barry turned with alarm to see standing before them a boy about Barry's age, tall, with red hair and a freckled face.
"Paul!" Barry blurted out in shocked surprise.
Paul just stood there, staring blankly at the naked woman astride his friend. It was as if his legs had suddenly lost the power to move, his brain the ability to function.
For a moment, Mavis was as embarrassed and as shocked as Barry to see the boy standing there. But she quickly gathered together her senses and realized there was little point in trying to run and hide. The only thing she could do was not panic and try to take the mortifying situation in her stride-if it were possible.
While she did not particularly like this kind of surprise, she had most certainly been looked at enough in the raw for her not to be overly modest or coy. Although she did reach for one of the towels to hold up in front of herself as she moved off Barry onto the blanket. Then, looking up at the young man standing before them with a nonchalance that at least for the moment she did not actually feel, she asked, "So this is your friend Paul?"
"Yes. ma'am," Barry managed to stammer as he sat up on the blanket, covering his rapidly shrinking cock with both hands. "This is Paul Fisk."
"Well," Mavis declared, keeping her eyes focused on their unexpected visitor. "Barry's told me a lot about you. But he never told me you were such a good-looking young man. That you had such broad shoulders."
It was true. In spite of his freckles and the frightened, bewildered expression on his face, Paul Fisk was not at all bad-looking in a bumpkin sort of way.
"I'm Barry's Aunt Mavis," she said. "Maybe Barry's told you about me, too?"
Paul swallowed and made his first sound. "Yes, ma'am. He did. He told me how pretty you were."
"And do you agree?" she prompted with a faint smile as she continued to hold the towel up in front of her.
"Yes, ma'am. You're even prettier than he said," Paul replied with a little gulp as he kept eyeing her long, ash blonde hair that fell over her naked shoulders, stealing a glance now and then at her flawlessly shaped bare legs to where the towel barely covered her groin.
One thing told Mavis that all was not as bad as it had first appeared. Paul had a hard-on. It was not very much, to be sure. But it was more than enough to assure her that all was not lost, to give birth to a thought that maybe what had seemed like an unfortunate situation, might well be twisted around and become a very lucky happening.
To this end, she brought the bottom of the towel up just enough to give Paul a glimpse of her rich, black pubic hair. She watched the expression in his eyes, the perspiration forming on his upper lip. She could almost visualize the way his temples must be pounding like tiny drums, especially when she tantalizingly let one comer of the towel dip just enough to partly uncover her left tit. She smiled and said to Barry, "Maybe your friend Paul would like to join us?"
"You mean-?" Barry shook his head. "Naw. He wouldn't want to."
"Sez who?" Paul wanted to know.
Barry started to get to his feet resentfully. "He stays, I'm going home."
"And leave me all alone with Paul?" Mavis teased.
Barry hesitated a moment. It was written all over his face what he was thinking. He damn sure did not want to leave her alone with Paul. At the same time, he did not want his friend to join in what he considered his own private party. He did not want to share his aunt and their sexual escapade with Paul. Still he could not back down on his threat.
"You wouldn't mind staying with me, would you, Paul?" Mavis asked persuasively as she lowered the towel a little more to let him glimpse her turgid left nipple.
In spite of the difficulty, he may have encountered squeezing the words up past the sponge rubber clogging his throat, Paul said, "Heck no!"
One eye on Barry, who had started to move slowly toward the spot where he had left his clothes, Mavis said to Paul, "Come, sit here beside me on the blanket."
It was obvious to Mavis by the timid way he accepted her invitation to come forward and sit next to her on the blanket, that he not only had never had a woman, but that she was the first naked female he had ever seen in the flesh.
There was not the slightest doubt in Mavis' mind that Barry was bluffing, that he had absolutely no intention of leaving, and truthfully, she did not want him to leave. The poor boy was jealous and she was sorry for that. But there was nothing else she could do under the circumstances except invite Paul to join them. After all, she did not want him running home and blabbering to his mother and father and perhaps everybody else in the vicinity what he had caught Barry and her doing. The only sure way to silence him was to make him a participating party-then he would be afraid to talk.
Besides, there was still another little thought playing around in her pretty head. Through all her sexual experiences, Mavis had never engaged in three-way sex. While she may have wondered what it might be like to be made love to by two males, the opportunity had never presented itself. Now, at long last, it was in the realm of possibility-as soon as Barry got over his silly pouting and came back to take part in the proceedings.
The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her and the more excited she became. Turning to Paul, she said, "Wouldn't you like to take off your shirt and let me see those broad shoulders of yours?"
Without replying, Paul pulled his sports shirt off over his head. He was bigger than Barry through the torso, but as she could see when his shirt was off, some of it was flabby fat and not solid muscle like Barry.
Holding the towel up under her chin, Mavis ran a hand over his chest, rubbing her fingers over his prominent nipples. Then she smiled, and still keeping herself covered with the towel, asked, "Would you like to touch me?"
When he hesitated, she took his hand and slipped it beneath the towel and let his fingers examine her breasts. His touch excited her as a strange hand always did. He cupped her right breast and held it firmly, her nipple hardening against his palm.
She looked at him through half-closed eyes, her tongue probing wetly at her slightly parted lips. "Not so rough, Paul," she purred, then felt his hand move over to her other breast, and after a moment of gentle massage start to slide down over her silky smooth belly, still beneath the towel. She let him get as far as her patch of pubic hair, then she stiffened and pushed away his hand. "You'd better get your things off first," she suggested.
As Paul struggled to get out of his trousers, socks, shoes and underpants, Mavis turned to look at Barry. Still smoldering with resentment, Barry had reached the spot where his clothes were scattered, but he was making no attempt to pick them up.
"You had better come back here, darling, and show your friend what to do," she called to him, playing up to his ego.
Now it was Paul's turn to show resentment. "I don't need him to show me anything, Miss ... Miss ... " He suddenly realized he did not know her last name.
She smiled and said, "Mavis. Just call me Mavis." Then to Barry, "Stop acting like a baby, darling. I want you to come back here. Please."
Obviously it was all Barry was waiting for. Still he hesitated a moment, before he started to move toward her. He said, "Well-if you really want me to."
Barry's cock may have been at half-mast when he came back and halted before Mavis on the blanket. But not for long. Mavis waited only until Paul got out of his shorts, then she threw aside the towel and lay back on the blanket, assuming her most seductive pose.
Barry's cock came back to full size at once. But Mavis was well acquainted with what his prick looked like. She naturally was curious to see what Paul's was like. It was hard, no question about that, hard and drooling. But it was not as big as Barry's by a good inch, maybe an inch and a half.
The back of her head resting on her interlaced fingers, Mavis lay there before them, stark naked, her long ash-blonde hair fanned out on the blanket beneath her. For the first time in her life, Mavis knew what it was like to be looked at by two males at the same time. That they were mere boys made not a damned bit of difference. They both had a cock and both had man thoughts and desires.
She stretched tautly, trying to ease the eagerness in her loins, offering herself up to the young eyes that feasted on her creamy flesh. Strangely, she felt no embarrassment, no shame ... only a wonderful anticipation at what was about to happen ... an impatience for them to begin. She squirmed and moved her buttocks restlessly about on the blanket and lifted a hand in the air imploringly. "Oooohhh-do something," she groaned in her mounting impatience. "Barry-you begin. Kiss me. Touch me."
His anger suddenly forgotten, he dropped to his knees beside his aunt, leaned into her and put his parted lips to hers, working his tongue in and out of her mouth in a simulated fucking, massaging and toying with the points of her breasts until she began to shiver and pant. Then she felt a second pair of hands moving over the lower half of her torso and she knew that Paul finally had mustered the courage to get into the act on his own. She could feel his hand coursing back and forth across her taut belly, skittering through the stiff, black patch of her pubis. She made no attempt to resist Paul's hands as they opened her thighs.
She lay breathing fast, tense, her mouth fastened to Barry's almost as if he were pinning her down on the ground with his spear-like tongue, while Paul went about investigating her hole, first with his eyes, then with his fingers. She did not know which was bringing her the most excitement-Barry with his lips and tongue as he moved down to kiss, lick and suckle her tits, or Paul, whose fingers diddled with her cunt.
Mavis rubbed her hands in Barry's long, brown hair, snuggling his face closer to her breasts, then she let one hand slide down to grab his cock and stroke him. Accidentally, Paul discovered her clit, and fascinated with the elusive nub, wiggled it back and forth. The continued touch and pressure of his fingers soon filled Mavis' body with voluptuous sensations that ultimately led to still another orgasm.
She brought Barry's face up from her tits and tongued his mouth, then an ear, whispering, her voice distorted with passion, "Fuck me, darling. Change places with Paul and fuck me."
He needed no second invitation. Nor did Paul. Paul was as curious to find out what her breasts tasted like and to have his cock played with as Barry was to screw her. Only first, Barry wanted to find out if her cunt was as flavorful as he remembered it from yesterday.
As Mavis spread her legs for him, Barry's face disappeared between her cushiony thighs, licking the warm, slick juice from their insides as he worked his way to her cunt. He filled his mouth with her nectar, then moved up and fitted his raging young cock to her pussy.
In an ecstasy of passion, Mavis had Paul twist around beside her, so that he could suck her tits, while she brought his cock forward, and by lifting her head off the blanket, she could lick over his length, torment the bulging, unsheathed glands. She waited until she felt her nephew's entry. A gradual, unhurried penetration-the way she had shown him. She waited until he was all the way inside her, his sperm-bloated balls crushed up against her gripping wet cuntal lips, then she began sucking on Paul's cock.
It was not difficult to understand that as tense and perhaps frightened as he may have been, Paul, under the manipulations of Mavis' masterful tongue and lips, was the first of the two boys of cum. His young body quivered and his cock swelled out like a blowfish, the upswept head banging against the roof of her mouth. She let him finish in her mouth, but she did not swallow his warm, milky sperm. She waited for his last spurt, then spit the stuff on the ground.
It wasn't until she felt Barry's cock begin its convulsive jerking, blasting the first liquid torrent of hot juice against the walls of her cunt, that her master switch was flipped and a full scale orgasm hit her. Incredible sensations raced from her pussy and her clitoris throughout her nervous system, causing her back to arch, her pelvis to lurch forward and her brain to explode. All the while Paul munched and massaged her tits.
In her misty imaginings, she had tried to visualize what a three-way might be like. But never had she come even close to the sensations Barry and Paul had just brought her. It was an experience that every woman, at least once in her lifetime, should sample. But for a steady diet, it might prove her undoing. It was far too stimulating, too violent, for any woman to want too often-even a confirmed, admitted nympho.
They stayed at the lake for the remainder of the afternoon. Mavis put on her bikini. But the boys stayed bare-ass. They swam, had lunch and then swam some more. She did not object if they felt her, once in a while, either in the water or on dry land. She knew it made them feel grown up, manly. She was only happy to have helped them find their manhood. Whether or not Barry had gotten over his fit of jealousy and was willing to share his aunt with his friend, he did not say. If he held any resentment, he did an excellent job at hiding it.
This was especially true when toward the end of the day, she lay on the blanket and the two boys stripped her. Then she let Paul fuck her. She tried to show him how to take his time and hump her, slowly, the way she had taught Barry. But Paul was overanxious. A few pokes and he shot his load. Then Barry got on her and did his usual, more than satisfactory job. It was amazing how proficient he had become in just three short days. In fact, he seemed to get better and better, with each outing. She certainly was going to miss him, when it came time for her to leave.
CHAPTER SIX
There were still a couple of good hours before dusk when they picked up their things and started for home and, according to Barry's calculations, another hour before his mother and stepfather returned from market. Paul walked part of the way through the woods with them, then said goodbye and veered off in the direction of his house and left Mavis and Barry to continue on to the farm alone. For the three of them it had been an exciting, eventful day. But for Paul, most of all. He had been a mere boy, a virgin when the afternoon started, now he at last felt like a man, with his first piece of ass under his belt.
The farm house was in darkness when Mavis and Barry came in sight of it, so there was no reason for them to go in separately. However, Barry told her he had better check on the livestock. See they were watered, fed and bedded down for the night. So Mavis went in alone.
She did not bother to turn on the lights. There was still enough daylight left for her to find the stairs. She went up them quickly, a little spring in her step. After all, it had been a rather eventful day for her, too, as well as a satisfying one. Being made love to by two boys at the same time was something she had never experienced before and she did not expect it to happen too many times again, even if she did plan to stay here another two weeks. She had not really and truly enjoyed Paul too much, certainly not the way she did Barry. Barry was a real little fucking machine.
When she reached the top step of the staircase, she walked to the door to her room. She took the camera from around her neck and began to unfasten the top of her dress as she reached the knob and pushed the door open. The shade was drawn in her room and the drapes closed, so it was rather dark. She reached the light switch and clicked it on-and froze right there on the threshold, the breath bunched in her throat, her eyes starkly staring. Because, seated before her on the edge of the bed was her brother-in-law! "What-what are you doing here?" she demanded. "Barry said you wouldn't be back from market for another hour or more."
Tom grinned mirthlessly. "That's right. But I sold the stuff faster than usual."
Mavis felt a cold shiver pass over her. She did not at all like the way he was looking up at her from the bed, as if he were undressing her with his eyes. "Where's-where's Janis?"
"I left her in the village," he replied. "She wanted to do some shopping. So I told her I'd pick her up in about an hour. Just time enough for me and you to have a little talk. Close the door and come on in."
Almost without conscious thought, she did as he told her. She pulled the door shut and took a step into the room. She tried to hide the fear she felt for him, knowing that if he left her sister in the village and came here to talk to her alone, it could not be for a very good reason. "What-what is it you want to talk about?"
He stood up and faced her. In his hand were a couple of the pictures she had developed that morning and left on the line to dry. Her eyes went to the closet-darkroom. The door was ajar. The very last thing she remembered before she left the house was making sure the door was locked and that she took the key with her.
He followed her eyes to the closet and grinned, almost evilly. "That's right. You locked it. I opened it." He showed her the duplicate key he had used.
She knew he was obnoxious, obtrusive, lacked good manners. But never had she imagined that he had no ethics-, that he would be so rude as to come into her room and open the door to her darkroom. She thought at least that would be safe, else she never would have left the pictures she took yesterday in the barn to dry there. Besides, he and his wife were gone when she developed the pictures and she had expected to be home in plenty of time to put them away before they got back.
It was as if a cold hand had been laid at the back of her neck, chilling her spine, when he showed her the prints he was holding. Her sucking Barry's cock; Barry, between her splayed thighs performing cunnilingus; Barry's young prick buried to the hilt in her pussy.
"Y'know what they call this, my high ass sister-in-law?" Tom rasped. "Fuckin' a fifteen-year-old kid, boy or girl. It's called committing a lewd act with a child, contributing to the delinquency of a minor ... and since that kid's your nephew, your own flesh and blood, that adds incest to it. Here in Wisconsin a lewd act with a child can get you up to two years in the slammer. Incest can get you another two years, maybe even all the way up to twenty."
The chill Mavis felt had now turned to a fever that engulfed her body and brain. She could feel the perspiration pouring down the small of her back; her knees turned suddenly watery.
He let her stew for a few moments in her own worry juice. Then a lascivious grin spread across his face as he eyed her breasts through the thin material of her dress. She had not bothered to put on her bikini top or her bottom after Barry and Paul finished humping her; both were in her handbag. So that now, by the way the dress molded to her breasts, her thighs and her mons, her brother-in-law could see damn near everything she owned.
"You think I'm just a shit, don't you?" he asked. "Some dumb, no good, no feelin' bastard that ain't worth the trouble for you to piss on. Well, I'm gonna prove you're wrong. I'm gonna give you a break. A double break. Get out of that fuckin' dress."
Her heart pounding, her stomach starting to crawl, Mavis backed toward the door. "No ... "
He was across the room with amazing agility for such a big man. He slapped the flat of his hand against the door and kept it closed as she tried to pull it open.
"You wanna go to the pokey?" he snarled in her ear. "You want your sister and all your friends back there in Milwaukee to see these pictures? To know you fucked and sucked off your fifteen-year-old nephew? That you're some kind of a cunt-crazy pervert?"
"No, please ... you wouldn't ... "
"I damn right will if you don't start getting that dress off!"
Mavis looked up into his eyes. There was not a trace of pity in them. Only wild lust and determination. She knew he had her right where he wanted her and that if she did not do exactly as he demanded, he would show those pictures, destroy her.
Slowly, miserably, she unzipped the front of her dress. He did not wait until she got it off. He yanked her to him and spread the front of the dress apart, exposing her breasts, each breast topped with a rigid, raw-red nipple, well-chewed by her nephew and Paul during the afternoon.
"Christ-what a pair of knockers!" he exclaimed as his coarse hands cupped them, one on each breast, squeezing, massaging. "You've been slinging these fuckin' tits around for two weeks, just beggin' for it."
He did not wait for her to take off her dress. He brushed the top from her shoulders and stripped-it down her body until it fell to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath. Hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back against the wall and held her there, so that he could rape her naked flesh with his hot eyes.
Maybe it was because she knew he was married to her sister, or perhaps because she disliked him so intensely that he was treating her like some common slut. But in spite of all the many times she had been exposed to members of the opposite sex, she actually cringed before his gaze.
"Get over on the bed," he ordered her. When she did not move quickly enough, he dragged her there and sent her sprawling down onto the mattress.
With revulsion, Mavis stared up at him as he pulled off his work pants and then his shorts. He was hung like a stud bull. No wonder her sister dreaded to have sex with him. Mavis prayed that something would save her from him. He was her sister's husband, didn't that make any difference to him? Was he some kind of an animal?
He moved closer, bending over her. She was determined that she would not let him take her-not all that easily. She made an effort to resist him by raising her legs, trying to kick him away, knee him in the groin if need be. But his huge, calloused hands gripped her rising thighs, pulled them apart and started to lean into her.
"What are you doin'? What are you doin' to Aunt Mavis!" The cry came from the open doorway.
Mavis turned her head to see Barry standing there on the threshold.
His stepfather glared at Barry over his shoulder. "Get the fuck outta here!"
"No! No!" Barry yelled, and took a defiant step forward.
Tom straightened away from the bed and hurled forward at his stepson. He caught the boy alongside the head with the back of his hand. Barry went careening backward through the doorway, lost his footing at the top of the stairs and went tumbling halfway down the flight of steps. He caught hold of the banister and looked up at his stepfather standing like an angry colossus at the head of the stairs, scowling down at him.
"You get the hell outta here-and stay out!" Tom thundered. "Or I'll beat your ass to a goddamn pulp!"
Terror shone in Barry's eyes and the brief flash of daring he had shown a moment ago was gone, replaced with the dread fear he held for his stepfather. Without even a backward glance, the boy turned, stumbled down the rest of the stairs and ran from the house.
His desire and determination in no way impaired by the intrusion of his stepson, Tom returned to the bed. His enormous cock was still rock hard, bobbing up and down with each step.
Mavis, however, had taken the brief interruption to get off the bed. But Tom caught her wrist and flung her back onto it, roughly. "You stay put!" he roared at her, throwing his naked body across her, bearing down with his full weight on her left leg, pinning it to the mattress. One of his hands grasped her free leg and pinioned it, too.
He looked down at her exposed pussy, fringed with black hair, the pink lips dry and closed-yet inviting. "I knew fuckin' well you was no blonde," he uttered as he stared at her snatch with undisguised admiration. "I knew you'd have a beautiful cunt, too. Now let's have a look at your asshole."
For some reason or other, having him look at her ass did not disturb her nearly as much as him looking at her front-perhaps because she did not have to look at him. In any event, she did not struggle nearly as much as he rolled her over and made her to lie belly-down on the bed. It was not until she felt him grasp hold of her firm cheeks, spread them apart and inspect her anus with his fingers that she began to twist and turn again, trying to get away from him. But he was much too strong for her. He held her prone on the mattress as he went on probing her, wetting his fingers with his saliva and with the juice that had begun to run from her cunt and transferring it to her asshole.
When he had her anal port properly lubricated, he began forcing his fingers into her rear hole, until he was able to get three digits up inside her. Mavis never imagined she had so much feeling back there. If it had been anyone else but him doing it to her, she probably would have thought it deliciously evil and thrilling when he began rotating his fingers inside her, working them deeper and deeper with each turn. Certainly it was different. Until all at once, he withdrew his fingers and she felt the scalding wet snout of his cock pressing against the opening. She was seized with sudden panic.
"What are you doing?"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" he retorted. "I'm gonna fuck your lovely ass."
"Oh no ... no!"
"You want to get knocked up?" he demanded.
"No! I don't want it this way, either."
"Shut up!" he growled. "Next thing you'll try to shit me you never had it this way."
"I never did," Mavis cried out ... and it was true. "You'll hurt me with the horrible big thing!"
"You'll love it, same as your sister does," he told her.
Mavis was appalled. "You mean-you do Janis like this?"
"How else? You think I want a houseful of snot-nosed kids?"
"Doesn't Janis ever take pills?"
"Pills?" he echoed scornfully. All the while he kept pressing his slimy, rubbery cockhead against the puckered rim of her anus. "You gotta be kiddin'! Them things cost money and for what? I got a friend, his wife takes pills regular and they got seven goddamn kids yellin' around the house."
Mavis let out a scream as he pressed against her and she felt him commencing to squeeze into her. She lurched forward, trying to escape the pain. But experienced sodomist that he was, he only held her tighter and pushed that much harder. She began to yell and sob. She shook her buttocks violently, trying to dislodge him. But there was not a chance. He was already inside her, fitted to her like a hand in a too-tight rubber glove. He was never going to make it, she told herself. Her sphincter was too tight, too small. He was going to tear her apart. But then the remarkable adaptability of the human body again proved itself. Her sphincter stretched just enough to admit him, grudgingly, painfully. She could feel him sliding deeper and deeper, slowly, agonizingly, inch by inch into her rear tunnel, until she had swallowed up his entire cock.
She could feel his mighty cock throbbing and drooling inside her as he began to bang her bowels. Then like the animal he was, with a beastly roar, he began to pump against her with a slow cadence. In and out, in and out of her he went, each new. stroke loosening her, dulling the pain for both of them.
Mavis was sobbing, her body shivering in great, bed-shaking spasms. Her legs scissored open and closed, open and closed. The pain was worse, far worse than when her husband first took her in front, burst her cherry. But then gradually, little by little, the pain began to fade, replaced with a dirty feeling deep in her guts. A feeling that she be-grudgingly had to admit was turning her on. A feeling that she was beginning to like ... especially when she felt his hand sneak under her belly and begin honing her clitoris.
"Christ-but you're tight!" he muttered. "You're scraping the fuckin' skin right off my cock. You wanna go off with me, you'd better start workin' your ass, baby, or you're gonna be left high and dry." His finger began moving faster, applying more pressure to the bud up front in her now inundated cunt, his prick flashing more freely, turning the hurt to pure ecstasy for him and for her.
As much as she hated him, hated the degrading, animalistic way he was fucking her, she did not want to be left, as he said, high and dry. As long as it had to happen this way, she may as well experience the climax that went with it.
She began squirming beneath him, grinding her round, firm bottom back up against him with each new reaming. She could feel his balls flapping against the back of her thighs each time he came down against her, as his finger tortured her clit. And then-he was there!
He shot a devastating volley of sperm into her guts. She yelled and barked with each new thump of his prick, squirming her naked ass back up against him that much more lewdly until her own orgasm caught on and she went off into momentary oblivion ...
When it was over and he pulled his withered cock from her bunghole and stood up, he glanced at the alarm clock atop the night table beside the bed. "Christ-that was a long one. I better start shakin' my ass and get to the village to pick up your sister."
Mavis turned over on her back, but made no attempt to get up. She just watched him as he pulled on his shorts and pants.
As he zipped up his fly, he looked down at her sprawled out on the bed. With his cock hanging down spent between his thighs, her complete nudity for the moment held no charm for him. He simply asked, "It was pretty good, wasn't it?"
"It was horrible," she retorted, narrow-eyed. "I hated it."
"Bullshit!" he fired back at her. "You loved every second of it. You'll like it even more the next time."
"There isn't going to be any next time!" she informed him heatedly.
He chuckled self confidently. "We'll see." He started to go, then turned to face her. "Like I told you-you don't wanna spend a couple of years in the slammer for fuckin' a kid, you'll keep quiet about all this. You better warn Barry to do the same thing, if he don't want his ass warmed-but good."
Then he opened the door and went out.
Mavis got up at once and hurried into the bathroom. She showered and scrubbed his filth out of her body, douching front and back. By the time she had finished, Tom had returned from the village with Janis.
Janis had prepared dinner before she left that morning, so all she had to do was heat it through and serve it. Mavis knew that would not take very long. So she hurried back into her room, dressed and started to make up the bed. It was not until then that she found the prints and the negatives of the pictures Tom had discovered in the darkroom. Apparently without his knowledge, they had fallen out of his pocket when he took off his pants. Which meant, unless he could make Barry talk, he would have no evidence that she and Barry had ever indulged in sex. To make doubly sure, she put those and all the other prints and negatives of herself and Barry into a fireproof receptacle in her bedroom, put a match to them and burned them to ash. That destroyed the evidence, but it did not make her any the less vulnerable to her brother-in-law's advances. The only solution to that was to cut her vacation short and return home to Milwaukee.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night at dinner, Mavis announced that she would be leaving for home the next morning. She white-lied and said she had received a phone call earlier in the day from Jason Sosnowiec, her general manager, telling her a situation had come up that needed her personal attention.
The news brought a variety of reactions from those at the table ... none of them good. Janis was sorry to see her sister cut short her vacation with more than two weeks to go. Tom was disgruntled, having figured that she was good for at least a couple more whacks before she left. By the way he looked at her, it was clear that he wondered if she really did get a call from her general manager, or whether she was leaving because of what he did to her the day before.
Hardest hit of all by Mavis' decision to leave the next morning was Barry. He was barely able to hold back the tears until he got away from the table and ran up the stairs to his room, drawing another, "What the hell's the matter with him?" from his stepfather.
That night after everyone had retired, Barry tiptoed into Mavis' bedroom, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Gosh, Aunt Mavis," he blubbered, "what am I gonna do when you're gona?"
"You'll probably find someone else," she comforted.
"Never!" he declared resolutely. "There'll never be anybody to take your place."
Mavis felt a little tug at her heart because she knew that it would be difficult to find anyone to take his place, either. Young as he may have been, she had enjoyed the few sessions they had shared, more than she had ever enjoyed anyone before in her life. Yes, even more than her husband when he was alive.
She looked up at Barry from her bed in the semi darkness of the room. She could just about make out his face, distorted with sadness. She simply could not leave him like this, without letting him make love to her just one more time. It would not be fair. She knew there would be no opportunity to be alone with him in the morning. Because tomorrow was Sunday and his stepfather would stay close to the house all day.
Mavis wondered if she should take a chance and invite him into bed with her, with her sister and brother-in-law in the room below. Of course, they could have gone to his room, but that would be of little help. The house was old and sound traveled. Besides, as her sister had told tier, this was really Barry's room. While his aunt was there, he had been sleeping on an old army cot in what normally was the storeroom, hardly conducive to "romance".
Finally, she said to hell with caution, threw back the covers and whispered, "Come, darling, get into bed with me. But be very quiet. We don't want to wake your mother and stepfather."
Barry needed no engraved invitation. He got onto the bed, quickly, noiselessly. Once he was beside her, Mavis brought the top sheet up over them and hugged him tightly, finding his tips with her own in the darkness. She was delighted and even a little amazed, to find out that after the workout his cock had gotten that afternoon, it was hard again. Her biggest sorrow, she told him as she flicked his ear with her tongue, was that his insatiable young cock was not detachable so that she could take it back to Milwaukee with her tomorrow.
She knew he was hurting to stick it into her pussy and let her melt the bone out of it. She wanted it there, too, as much as he did. But she knew that it would be much too risky. Careful as they might be, once they got caught up in the throes of passion, they would start humping away like a couple of sex-starved bunnies and the bed would start hopping all over the room.
"I'm afraid we'll have to do it orally tonight, darling," Mavis whispered.
"You mean-with your mouth?" inquired softly.
"With your mouth, too," she replied. "Like to do me first?"
"Okay."
Mavis again tossed the sheet that was covering them down to the foot of the bed, then she stretched out on her back for him. She watched Barry's head loom over her in the half-light, waited, held her breath and closed her eyes. She felt his mouth at her breasts, licking, kissing and pulling at the nipples through the tissue-paper thinness of her nightie. She experienced a terrible hunger for air in her lungs. Her nostrils flared. She moaned ecstatically.
Barry worked the top of her nightie down to her waist and his warm, wet mouth kissed the right nipple again, enclosed it, sucked it, hard. Mavis could not contain a moan of pleasure. It felt so good!
Now his head was moving downward, his hands dragging the nightie ahead of it, baring her tense belly, her black pubic patch. She felt his lips on her tummy, his tongue swabbing her belly button. A swift movement and the nightie was gone.
Mavis spread her legs apart for him and lay there breathing fast, tense, her mouth dry and her eyes wide open now in the semi darkness. She pressed up to meet him in blind seeking as he kissed through her muff and buried his lips and tongue in her dripping cunt. Her mouth worked open as she sucked in air, her tongue licking her dry lips. She began grinding, pumping up and down to the rhythm of his lips and tongue, urging herself to a climax.
Helplessly, unable to control herself any longer, Mavis let her hot juice fill her overly stimulated, throbbing pussy, knowing that he was gobbling it down as he sucked frenziedly at her cuntlips and clit, drawing out every last droplet, savoring every moment of her orgasm as much as she.
It did not seem as if her climax would ever end, or perhaps once again, in her heat, it was not just one orgasm but a series of climaxes he was bringing her. She only hoped that in her passion, she had not thrashed around too violently on the bed and awakened Janis, or her sound-sleeping husband.
Barry's cock was still stiff and eager when she finally made him lie down and she removed his pre-cum wet shorts. Her fingers closed around the head of his cock and she could feel the hard six and a half inches of firm flesh pulse against the palm of her hand as it had before.
She toyed with him for a long time, making the ripe, reddened shaft jerk madly from side to side. Several times she had to caution him about moaning too loudly. She manipulated the foreskin, drawing it gradually upward until it covered the tip. She held it like that for several moments then slowly released it, at the same time catching the highly sensitive head with her lips.
She was not sure what hit her at that moment, whether it was the taste of him, or the fact that she wanted him so much. But she began to attack his boyish cock with the ferocity of a berserk animal. She plunged her soft lips down over the length of it, jamming as much of it as she could get into her mouth, then she yanked her head back just as vigorously. The inflamed knob of his cock plopped free from her red lips ... then she swooped down on it again.
All the while that his prick kept going in and out of her mouth like a well-oiled piston, she kept her hand wrapped around its base, jerking him wildly. No male, man or boy, could withstand such an attack for long. As she felt him tense, with the sixth sense of an experienced cocksucker, she took her flailing hand from his organ and clutched his sperm-laden balls in her fingers, squeezing them vigorously, assisting the first stream of hot, milky cum on its journey upward along the full length of his prick, ready when it shot into the confines of her suctioning mouth.
It was like a volcano erupting, sending great torrents of molten sperm into her throat, making her gag and splutter from the sheer magnitude of his load. Her cheeks bulged and a spurt or two shot out at an angle from her lips as the pressure became too great.
Mavis continued to gulp down each succeeding blast, managing to swallow most of the mildly salty fluid, reveling in it because it was his, craving more and more, sucking ... sucking ... until he was juiceless.
Even then, Mavis refused to release his young cock, loving the sensation of its softening and shrinking in her mouth almost as much as she did when it was full size. Finally she let the soft, limp, wet morsel slip from her mouth, catching it in the palm of her hand, staring at it in the half-light with eyes still filled with lust, knowing that she would keep him right there in bed with her until she could revive his hard-on, and then suck him soft ... for one last time.
* * *
Dawn was whitening the drawn shade in his aunt's bedroom when Barry finally slipped out of bed, donned his shorts and went quietly back to his own quarters.
Mavis did not see him after that. He was not in his room, nor anyplace in the house. He was not even out in the barn. When Mavis came down to breakfast, his mother told her that Barry had left the house before anyone was awake, without even having anything to eat.
Mavis felt very sad that her nephew was not there to say goodbye to her. But she understood. He was young and impressionable and probably to him, like many people, farewell was a painful, traumatic experience to which he had not yet learned to adjust.
However, his mother was there when Mavis prepared to get into her Mercedes that morning. His stepfather was present, too. Janis shed a few tears when they kissed goodbye and repeated how sad she was that her sister had to leave so suddenly. But she said she understood. Mavis could not help but wonder if Janis really did understand. If Janis had any idea it was her husband who had prompted her to hurry home to Milwaukee.
Tom could not hide his keen disappointment, nor the fact that he had another hard-on when his wife insisted that he kiss Mavis goodbye. It took very little coaxing for him to grab his sister-in-law in his powerful arms and crush her soft curves up against his aching cock as he slobbered a kiss on her tightly closed, resisting lips, a kiss that made Mavis' insides crawl with revulsion.
Then with her bags piled in the trunk, Mavis climbed into her car, got it started, and with a wave of her hand, followed the winding dirt road that would take her to the main highway. As she drove along, slowly, she kept her eyes peeled, looking from left to right, hoping that she might see her nephew for a proper goodbye. But there was no trace of him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everyone was amazed when Mavis came back to work on Monday morning with another two weeks of her vacation still to go. Even as she climbed the back stairs to her mezzanine office, the rumors began to fly.
She did not like leaving Jason Sosnowiec alone. She did not think him capable of operating the supermarket chain on his own, that was why she had come home. Maybe she was going to fire him and handle the entire operation herself. Certainly she had the know-how. Even when her husband was alive, during the last year when he was bedridden, she sat in his big chair and pulled the strings. The chain did very well under her guidance, too, because she had a natural aptitude for business. On the other hand, maybe she had forgotten how to relax and enjoy herself, the rumors said. Maybe that was the real reason she had cut short her vacation and had come back to the store.
Mavis heard the buzzing, but she did not do any explaining. It did not bother her what they thought, because she was the boss. Let them think what they wanted to. The only one she did discuss the subject with was Jason. She could see the worried look in his eyes as if maybe he was one of those who wondered if she had come back to replace him.
She waited until mid-afternoon of the day she returned to work, when he came to her office with a detailed report of all that had taken place during her absence. She waited until he had finished, then she looked at him seated across the desk from her, smiled faintly and said, "To put your mind at rest, Jason, my coming back early from my vacation has nothing to do with you. It was a personal matter. From what you've just told me, I think you've done a magnificent job."
The tenseness went out of him, visibly. He returned her smile and said, "Thanks." Then he leaned into her across the desk and said softly, "I missed you, Mavis. I really did."
She nodded without comment. She guessed perhaps he did miss her and for good reason. He had the misfortune to be married to a woman for the past ten years with a physical as well as a mental block against sexual relations of any kind. According to what he told Mavis, his wife had never known what it was to achieve orgasm and only on rare occasions-their anniversary, his birthday and maybe one or two other times during the year-did she even let him touch her. Consequently they had no children.
Since Jason was not a chaser, plus the fact that Mavis had not gone to bed with him since a couple of weeks before she left on vacation, she could appreciate that Jason must be hurting real bad. In view of this, she asked him, "Think maybe you'd like to have dinner with me at my place tonight?"
He met her gaze intently. "Do you have to ask?"
"And your wife?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?" Jason remembered. "Her mother's staying with us. It's our turn to keep her for a couple of months. So with her there, the wife won't even miss me."
Mavis smiled. She would not like to think that she was the cause of his wife having dinner alone, or any marital disruptions.
* * *
The main store did not close until nine p.m. each night, the same as all the other stores in the chain. But that did not mean Mavis and her general manager had to stick around and turn the key in each door.
At seven o'clock that night, Mavis answered the front door to the sprawling lakeshore drive home that her husband had left her. She ushered Jason inside and showed him into the huge dining room which, like the rest of the big, two-story house, was furnished in expensive, exquisite good taste.
Becky, Mavis' middle-aged housekeeper and cook, had prepared a sumptuous meal for them, heavy with aphrodisiacs-not that Jason would have need for them, she was sure. Included in the dinner was the customary bottle of champagne.
By the time they had finished dining and had polished off the champagne, Becky had made her usual discreet exit, leaving the way clear for Mavis and Jason to climb the winding staircase to Mavis' bedroom. This was quite a change from the crude sleeping quarters she had occupied for the past two weeks at her sister's farmhouse.
The room was furnished and decorated to a woman's taste and convenience. There was a large ruffled vanity, a matching chest of drawers, tables, chairs and a couple of walk-in closets. The walls and ceilings were mirrored and the indirect lighting soft and subdued. The focal point was the huge, round bed that looked for all the world like a flying saucer ... and in truth, it had taken Mavis and those who shared it with her as far out in space as the genuine article.
Immediately adjacent to the bedroom was the bath. With its immense sunken tub, piped-in music, ducts that emitted perfumed air, and pink-and-black tiled walls, the bath would have done justice to the noblest of ancient Romans.
Once Mavis and Jason got into the bedroom and closed the door, neither lost very much time stripping and getting into the big circular bed that was as soft and inviting as a sea of down. Mavis would have preferred to be there and indulge in lengthy foreplay-kissing, petting, licking each other from head to toe. But she knew that was a dangerous procedure with someone as quick triggered as Jason. So she had to settle for sprawling out on her back, completely nude, with her fingers interlaced behind her ash blonde head so she would not be tempted to touch his cock, while he gave her the once over lightly treatment with his hands and tongue. Then he settled himself on his knees between her splayed legs.
She watched him tense as he leaned into her, as if the pulsing excitement of his rigid prick were surging through his entire body. She tried to absorb some of the excitement she knew he was feeling, and while her pulse raced some and she admittedly wanted him to fuck her, she could not bring herself to the pitch she knew she was capable of, the height of passion she had reached with her fifteen-year-old nephew.
"Kiss me," she breathed, hoping that it might set her aglow. He put his lips to hers, tongue in her mouth, but it added little fire. Still, she would have to have been as frigid as his wife, not to be moved some when she felt his cock breaking into her, easing through her foyer and between the gripping, suctioning, rubbery walls of her cunt.
She could feel her passion gradually starting to mount-the way any cock would have made her feel-when he began to pump against her slowly. She wanted to join him. She wanted to move her hips and fuck right along with him. But she knew Jason too well, was fully aware of his shortcomings, so she lay still beneath him, sucking on the head of his cock with her inner cuntlips.
Already his lust was approaching the boiling point. He made a herculean effort to try to contain his sperm. He wedged a hand between their bellies and fingered her clitoris in an attempt to at least bring her hot, wet cunt to climax with him. But it was to no avail. It excited her more, but already he was cumming, splashing his cock-milk against the mouth of her womb ... filling her cunt until it ran down between her legs onto the bed ... and then his miserable cock was done for the night.
Unfortunately, Jason had never learned to master the technique of cunt-sucking. He tried it a couple of times but he said it nauseated him, made him violently ill. Which sometimes caused Mavis to wonder if perhaps Jason was not as much at fault for his wife's aversion to sex as she was. Especially when his dislike of cunt-eating was coupled with his inability to prolong ejaculation.
The best Jason could offer Mavis right now was to finish her with his fingers, which did little or nothing to relieve her terrible pent-up frustration. Hell, she could do that much for herself and better. At least she knew where to touch and how to manipulate her fingers with movements that were tender and unhurried.
For the next two weeks, Mavis confined her activities to Jason, always hopeful that he would not disappoint her and bring her the satisfaction and relief her body so desperately needed. Once or twice he did manage to hold back just long enough to bring her to orgasm. But to a woman as passionate as Mavis, one orgasm or even two was like the prelude to something that never happened.
Every time she was with Jason, Mavis wished with all her heart that it was Barry there with her, instead, to satisfy her with his tireless young cock, the way he had back there beside the lake. More and more she found herself comparing him not only with Jason, but with every man she had ever known. Why had his not overly large, not fully developed, fifteen-year-old penis made such an indelible impression on her? And strangely, it was not only his cock she missed. She remembered the thrill she experienced when he kissed her, suckled her breasts, licked and sucked her cunt. Even his hands roving her naked flesh had brought her more excitement, more enjoyment that Jason's prick buried up to the hilt in her belly.
It was incredible that she should feel that way about her own nephew, her own sister's flesh-and-blood, whom she could remember as a mere infant. Why did he have such a terrible hold on her? Why did she keep wanting him so fiercely?
Was it because he was so young and virile? Because his adolescent cock kept reviving and his sacs refilling with love-juice again and again, satisfying her every sexual need? Or was it because when he poured his strength into her, it made her feel as if she had recaptured her youthfulness, that she was a teenager again, like him?
Yes, that had to be the reason, she decided. There could not possibly be any other logical explanation. And the funny part of it was-the solution was readily at hand. She would find someone else Barry's age, or close to it. She would break him in properly, teach him how to make love to her the way her nephew had.
It did not take Mavis very long to make her selection. There was a young man working at the supermarket's flagship store, the same store where she had her office. His name was Troy Tompkins, and he was a box boy.
According to his application, he was just seventeen-not that much older than Barry to make any real difference. He lived at home with his parents, not too far from where she was brought up in South Milwaukee, and he attended high school at night. Physically he did not resemble her nephew at all. In fact, he was built more along the lines of Barry's friend, Paul. Troy was blondish, sort of gangling and not all bad-looking.
Mavis decided to put him to the test as soon as possible, as soon as it was convenient. She waited until Friday and wore one of her most revealing dresses to the store, one that showed plenty of leg and cleavage. Several times during the day, she made it her business to come in close enough proximity to Troy to allow him an eyeful of her ample supply of goodies. Then she watched for his reaction.
It proved to be exactly what she had hoped for. Each time she came close enough for him to catch a whiff of her heady perfume and glimpse her lightly covered breasts and silk-encased legs, it brought the desire effect-in the shape of an unmistakable protrusion in his groin area.
She waited until shortly before five o'clock that day, when she knew he would be leaving work to go to night school. Then she called him upstairs to her office and had him sit at the side of the desk, where he could see her shapely legs each time she let her skirt creep strategically upwards.
"I don't know whether or not you're aware of our policy here at Shepard's Supermarkets, Troy," she began. "But from time to time, I like to talk with our employees, on a more or less personal basis, especially newcomers. I find it helpful to learn all I can about them-whether they're happy or unhappy; if they have any gripes or suggestions, and just what their long-range ambitions might be."
"Oh, I'm very happy working here, Mrs. Shepard," Troy assured her. "And offhand, I don't know how working conditions, or the store itself possibly could be improved."
Mavis gave him what appeared to be an inadvertent glimpse of her silk-encased thighs. She watched him ogle and squirm uncomfortably as he covered his crotch with both hands, trying to hide the unruly swelling beneath his store apron. She added to his obvious discomfort by leaning toward him so that the low-cut neckline of her dress fell away to partly expose her beautiful breasts down to the border of her abbreviated white nylon bra. "I understand you're attending night school, Troy? Where?"
"South Milwaukee High."
That gave them something in common. Mavis told him that she had attended the same school when she was about his age, named some of the teachers to find if they were still there. Then she wanted to know if he had any particular career in mind?
He told her he was taking business management.
She smiled and straightened in her swivel chair. "That sounds very promising," she said. "Perhaps we can find a place for a bright young man like you in the office of one of our stores. Think you'd like that?"
"Yes, ma'am," he enthused. "That'd be far out!"
"I'll speak to Mr. Sosnowiec about it in the morning and see if he can find an opening for you," Mavis told him. "Now I think perhaps you'd better get back to work."
"Yes, ma'am," Troy bubbled as he got to his feet. "Gosh-thanks. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you."
Mavis looked up from behind the desk and held his blue-eyed gaze for a moment, then she said, "I'm sure we'll find a way."
She watched as he turned and walked to the door, thanked her again and went out. She was rather surprised to discover that the way he had looked at her, ogled her legs and cleavage, had hardened her nipples and caused a slight awakening between her tightly clenched thighs. Perhaps she had been right. Maybe all she needed to make her forget Barry was a vigorous, virile young man like Troy Tompkins. Most certainly she was going to find out ... and soon!
It was past five o'clock by the time Troy left Mavis' office. Time to quit for the day. She cleared off her desk, then hurried into her own private John, adjoining her office. She hastily repaired her makeup and ran a comb through her hair several times. Then she put out the lights, left the office and went down the stairs. She walked briskly through the store, saying goodnight to employees and customers alike. She saw Jason standing near the front door, as if waiting for an invitation to visit her place again for dinner.
Sorry, Mavis said to herself, not tonight, Jason ol' boy.
She looked around for Troy. He had already left. She hurried out of the store and around back to the big lot where her Mercedes was parked. She hopped in, got the car started and pulled out of the lot. She headed in the direction of the bus stop a couple of blocks from the store. She had checked and found that Troy did not own a car, which meant he would have to take the bus to school in South Milwaukee.
Her heart increased its beat when she saw Troy standing on the corner with a knot of people, waiting for a bus to come along. She pulled into the curb, rolled down the window at the far side and called out, "Troy!"
He heard and saw her and hurried over to the car. "Mrs. Shepard! Gosh-is anything wrong at the store?"
She smiled. "No. I was just wondering what time your first class is?"
"Not until seven o'clock," he replied.
"That's almost two hours from now."
"Yes, ma'am. I usually grab dinner at a place near the school and then do some studying before school starts."
A bus was trying to wedge into the curb directly behind Mavis. The driver honked his horn impatiently for her to move.
"Get in," she told Troy.
"But-"
"Do as I say," she insisted. "We're blocking the loading zone."
Frowning bewilderedly, but not wishing to offend the boss, Troy opened the door and slid into the front seat beside her. Mavis pulled away from the curb and became a part of the flow of southbound traffic.
Troy was still confused. "I-I don't understand why you wanted me to-"
Mavis interrupted. "I found the conversation we had in my office very interesting. I'd like to talk to you some more about your future."
He glanced out at the passing scene. "But this is taking you out of your way. You live north on the Drive."
She raised a surprised eyebrow. "How do you know where I live?"
"Oh, I guess everybody in the store knows that," he replied. "I've even gone past your place a few times."
They rode a couple of blocks, then Mavis asked, "This place where you have dinner-is it nice?"
"Naw. It's a dive."
"I know a little place not far from here, if you think you'd like to have dinner with me?"
He swallowed. "Gosh, that'd be far out. Only-"
She smiled faintly. "If you're worried about not being able to pay, darling, don't. This dinner's on me."
"Gosh!" That was the sum total of what he seemed able to say at the moment, which pleased her a great deal, because it reminded her so much of Barry.
Mavis did not take Troy to the sort of restaurant; where she normally would dine, in the first place, in wrinkled slacks and a sports shirt, he was not properly dressed. Secondly, she did not want anyone to see them together. So they went to a drive-in not too far from Marquette University, where during the day, the college crowd gathered. But at this hour it was almost deserted.
They settled for malts and hamburgers. Then toward the end of the meal, she slipped Troy five dollars so that he could pay the waitress and feel "real big".
Before starting the car, Mavis said, "Since you don't have to be at school until seven, you have a whole hour to kill. Think you'd like to go for a short drive before I drop you off-that is, if you don't have to study?"
"Oh no, ma'am," was his quick response. "Tonight's Friday and that means mostly review work."
Less than ten minutes later, Mavis had the Mercedes humming along the scenic Lakeshore Drive, passing the beautiful parks and estates that bordered it, heading north toward the bluffs. Troy, however, was not particularly interested in the passing scenery. He was far more absorbed in the gleaming white flesh of Mavis' thighs above the tops of her hose, which showed each time the wind from the floor vents caught the hem of her short skirt and raised it almost to the border of her bikini-type panties.
When finally he did glance out through the side window of the car, he exclaimed, "Hey, this is right around where you live!"
She smiled and kept her eyes focused straight ahead through the windshield. "That's right."
"Like I said, I've gone past your house lots of times."
"Too bad this is a school night, or else I'd show you what it looks like inside," Mavis said with a touch of pretended sadness in his voice.
"Oh, it wouldn't hurt if I was late, or if I even missed class tonight," he was quick to inform her. "Like I told you-Fridays are mostly review."
She glanced at him sideways and caught him eyeing her boobs again. "Maybe you aren't interested in seeing the inside of my place."
"Oh, but I am, Mrs. Shepard!" Troy declared. "No kidding, I really am. Every time I passed it, I used to wish I could see what it was like on the inside."
Mavis said no more. After all, did the spider keep up a running conversation with the fly, after convincing it to step into its parlor? At the first exit they came to, she turned off, turned the car around and headed southward toward her estate.
CHAPTER NINE
When they got inside, Mavis showed Troy through most of the house, ending up in her bedroom where she said, "If you're sure it's all right for you to miss school tonight, I'd like to take a few minutes to freshen up. I feel so messy after wearing the same things all day in the store."
"You go right ahead, Mrs. Shepard," he told her. "Take all the time you need."
Mavis reached a negligee from one of the closets and draped it over her arm. Then she stepped to the wall near the bed and pushed a button. One of the mirrored panels opened up and a portable color television set swung out. She showed him the remote control channel switcher on the night table and said, "You can sit on the bed, if you like, and watch TV while you're waiting."
Then she went into the bedroom, where it took her only seconds to strip. She passed up taking a bath in the perfumed water of the sunken tub. That could come later. For the moment, she put on a plastic cap and stepped under the shower-not too hot, not too cold, just warm enough to stimulate her flesh.
Finished showering, Mavis stood for a moment before one of the full-length mirrors and toweled herself dry. Then she powdered herself down and anointed all the strategic places on her lovely body with an exotic perfume. She put on the negligee she had brought with her-a wisp of sheer white silk through which her thrusting breasts, her spiked nipples and black pubic patch were excitingly visible. Satisfied that she looked her sensuous best, she brushed out her hair, arranging it so that it fell over one shoulder, partly covering one side of her face. From every conceivable angle she looked more like a girl just turned twenty than a woman of thirty. She was very pleased with herself and hoped that her young guest would be pleased, too.
Troy shut off the TV and arose from the bed the moment he heard the bathroom door open. But he did not really see her until she stepped into the bedroom in the full reflection of the indirect lighting. Even the expressions of Barry and Paul at the lake did not compare to the way Troy stared at her.
"Holy cow!" was all he could say.
She put on her most innocent face. "Is something wrong?"
"Wrong?" he echoed explosively. "Heck no! You're-you're just about the most beautiful thing I ever saw!"
The ghost of a smile played at the corners of Mavis' mouth. "Have you seen many women in negligees before?"
He hesitated, then gulped. "Only in magazines and the movies and maybe on TV. But they all had stuff on underneath. None of them even begin to compare with you, Mrs. Shepard."
"That's a very sweet thing for you to say. Perhaps if I saw you without your clothes on, I'd think the same about you," Mavis said, then added, "Would you like to take a nice warm shower and freshen up, too?" She walked to another of the closets and took a man's yellow satin robe, trimmed with red, from one of the hangers. She offered it to Troy. "You can put this on after you shower. It belonged to my late husband."
Another convenient fib. She had bought it for Jason some time ago.
Troy moved forward. "You-you sure it's okay? I mean for me to take a shower and all?"
Her smile was warm. "It's okay, darling."
He took the robe and went into the bathroom, as if still not fully convinced it was the right thing to do. After about five minutes, he came out wearing the satin robe. She had not taken into consideration how much taller and thinner he was than Jason. The robe could have been wrapped around him twice, while the sleeves reached to several inches above his wrists and the bottom did not quite come down to his knees. He was still rubbing his blond hair dry in a bath towel when he came into the bedroom and halted with a choked cry of astonishment as he saw the lady who paid his salary sprawled out on her back on the big circular bed.
Mavis sat up quickly, making sure that her breasts and crotch were covered, even though it was with only a breath of white silk. Her long, gorgeously shaped legs were bared three-quarters of the way up, the top of the negligee parted to reveal her deep, intriguing cleavage. Her eyes focused on that part of his anatomy in which, at the moment, she was most interested. She would have been terribly disappointed if, in spite of his apparent stage fright, she had not found his cock distended beneath his satin robe. She lifted an inviting hand to him. "Come, darling, get on the bed with me ... so we can talk."
She watched as he came cautiously toward her. Her senses whirled as he put one knee on the mattress alongside her and the lower folds of his robe parted to show his smooth, lean, hairless thighs. He had no way of knowing, of course, but while he was showering, she had set up one of her cameras, hidden in the wall, to take pictures of him to add to her vast collection of conquests.
"Be a sweetheart and unbelt the sash of my negligee for me," she whispered, and with a helpless little moan, fell back limply onto the bed.
He hesitated and waited until she repeated the request to make sure he had heard correctly, then with trembling, overly eager fingers he did as she told him.
"Now-wouldn't you like to see me?" she asked.
His eyes bugging out of his young face, glistening now with nervous perspiration, he wagged his head.
"Then do it," she said. "Throw open my negligee."
He swallowed and yanked the front of the gown open. With her head thrown back on one of the satin pillows, arms stretched out to the sides, in the mirrored ceiling above she could see her exposed, white breasts, the nipples red and hard. She could see the shiny black pelt between her legs, too. She could hardly blame the poor boy for staring, for his young body to begin shaking so violently with a mixture of fear, delight and anxiety at the treasures she was offering up to him.
"You probably think I'm a very wicked woman," she purred.
"Oh no ... no, Mrs. Shepard. I'd never think that," he said.
She smiled up at him. "I'm glad. Because you see, Troy darling, this is all part of a test for the important plans I have for your future." Actually it was no lie. "I have to know if you're man enough to fill the job I'm thinking about letting you fill. I have to make certain that you have the proper qualifications-the consideration, the sensitivity and most of all the imagination and stamina that the job demands. So no matter what happens, think of it as an experiment-even an audition, if you will."
As she spoke, her long, shapely legs fell open to bare the seething wetness of her lewdly exposed cunt to Troy's eyes.
"Now you, darling. You must be sweltering in that robe ... take it off and make yourself comfortable," she went on as her hands moved sensuously over her rib cage, sliding upward in little circles until they reached the ripely swelling bases of her heaving breasts. Then she whispered impatiently, "Oh, hurry, Troy darling."
He stripped off the robe in a jiffy, his eyes never leaving her fabulous, naked body for an instant.
Mavis' senses whirled as she appraised his youthful nude body. He was even skinnier than she had imagined. She could not help but think how much different he was from Barry, how much his pale body suffered by comparison to her nephew's trim, suntanned, muscular young physique. Still he had no apologies to make in the cock department.
His penis was fully as long as Barry's and appeared to be even fatter around. It caused a hot stab of ecstasy to shoot up through her body when she saw how it was pointing directly at her. She would have preferred if, like Barry, he had not been circumcised. But what the hell, she could not expect everything. The important thing was what he could do with it, or what he could be taught to do with it.
When Troy did not respond quickly enough, Mavis took the blond box boy's hands and brought them to her naked breasts to squeeze and play with her ready-to-burst red nipples. She was hot for his young cock, for him to get on with it and fuck her. Her toes curled automatically and her whole body thrilled to the waves of pleasure that raced down from her swollen tits.
She closed her eyes and let her trembling thighs fall open even more, longing to have the raging fires burning deep up between her legs extinguished first by his tongue, then by his prick. She even took his head in her hands and tried to bring �his face down to her broiling cunt. But he seemed not to know what she wanted.
She was afraid to ask him to lick her down there. He might think she was some kind of a pervert and be scared off, or he might find it as repugnant as Jason had. So she resorted to the power of suggestion. With her hands on his shoulders, she rolled him over onto his back. A quick flip and she was atop him, rubbing her tits and her slippery wet crotch all up and down his tense, sweaty young body, irritating the head of his cock with her stiff black cunt hair.
Then she slid down and took hold of his fat, young cock. Unashamedly, she kissed the wet purple knob, then began sucking it hungrily. One thing pleased her-he was not a "quick shot" like Jason. He took a fair share of her masterful sucking before he began to show any signs of blasting off.
When she did get the first signal, she rolled off him at once and sprawled out on her back beside him on the big round bed. She reached for one of the satin pillows and tucked it under her buttocks, raising herself off the mattress. Then she spread her legs wide apart and lifted her totally exposed cunt to him in silent invitation.
Again she was happy to see that he was receptive enough not to need a blueprint. She felt a bubble of expectant ecstasy swelling inside her belly as his head moved between her splayed white thighs.
"Oooohhhh ... aaaahhhh!" Mavis gasped as Troy's hot tongue snaked out and buried itself in her seething cuntal flesh. "Uuuuuhhh!" she sang as her back arched upward and her head fell back under the stimulus of the boy's tongue.
With all his attention centered on the black triangle before him, Troy began licking in earnest, relishing her taste as his wetly digging tongue sluiced relentlessly back and forth through her hot, flooded vaginal trench, punishing the tiny sensitive button of her quivering clitoris. If it was his first time, he had a natural, inborn talent for cunt sucking.
"Oooohhhh!" Mavis moaned again. It was so beautiful. But for all Troy's talent, was it as beautiful as when Barry did it to her? Or could it be possible that she was so hot for relief that she was making herself believe it was?
Damn it! Why at a critical moment like this was she even making comparisons? If she did not get a grip on herself and forget all about her nephew, she was never going to properly enjoy sex again with anyone.
In a fit of desperation to rid her mind of Barry, Mavis threw her legs up high off the bed and held her knees back tight against her flattened breasts with her straining hands so that her obscenely wide-splayed cunt was offered up in defenseless sacrifice to the slavering mouth of the young blond box boy licking away at her.
That would do it. Giving herself up to Troy so completely in this degenerate manner would prove she did not give a damn about Barry.
Troy took full advantage of her lewd position to dig his scorching tongue deeper and deeper into her quaking cunt, ravaging her flesh with his mouth. At least for the moment, her plan worked. She was successful in driving Barry temporarily out of her mind, enabling her to enjoy Troy to the fullest.
She was starting to cum! She could feel that fragile bubble up inside her spasming belly getting ready to burst. Another few licks and it was upon her ... her cunt throbbing and shuddering with the full impact of her orgasm as she lay there moaning and mewling, savoring every joyous moment of her climax ... and then wanting more.
Troy was more than willing to oblige her. Even before her orgasm had completely diminished, he climbed atop her and settled himself between her widely parted legs, the pillow still bunched beneath her buttocks raising her cunt to just the right height to accept him, with no chance for error.
There was no hesitation on his part. True as an arrow, his cock found the hair-rimmed target that was her pussy. She caught her breath and emitted a long sigh of pleasure as she felt his hot, young shaft ease into her cunt. Instinctively, or possibly from experience, Troy drove quickly and thickly into her soaking sex, making it unnecessary for her to tighten her vaginal muscles the way she did for Barry. On the other hand, maybe that was part of the thrill she got out of Barry doing her, squeezing the walls of her cunt together to accommodate him, at the same time adding to her own pleasure.
Again she damned Barry for daring to intrude, as she felt Troy's fleshy arrowhead starting to pulse as he fucked his way deeper and deeper into her hot, inundated pussy. She clutched at Troy's bony shoulders, her bright-red fingernails pressing painfully into the young flesh, almost as if she were punishing him because he was not her nephew. The hurt she was bringing him only tended to make Troy more passionate.
Almost violently, he rammed the rest of his prick into her cunt as if to get back at her. He crammed his fiery cock into her pulsing softness until his crotch rubbed against hers, their pubic hair intermingled.
Mavis began to sob, arching her body upwards as if she could not get enough of his young prick. In the mirrors directly overhead, she could see him pumping against her furiously as she grasped hold of his bony hips and guided him into a rhythm that best suited her. In the side mirrors that covered the walls, she could watch his fat, young prick flashing in and out of her pink wet slit like a greased, red, piston. She got some good pictures, too.
He was quick, but not like Jason. He made an attempt to hold back once the cum began to thread up from his balls and through his cock to hammer round-after-round of the white-hot stuff into her belly, triggering her own orgasm.
It was delightful ... but not nearly so delightful as it had been with Barry. Barry ... Barry ... Barry! Son of a bitch, even while she was climaxing, she was making those goddamn comparisons. Barry ... Barry ... Barry! Why in the hell could she not get him out of her thoughts, out of her system?
Was this to be her punishment for having sexual relations with him-her own nephew? For being a party to incest? Or could there possibly be some other, deep-rooted reason? Of course, it was conceivable that her experiences with him were still too freshly etched in her mind. Maybe in time, Troy would help her to forget all about Barry. Good God-she hoped so!
CHAPTER TEN
As promised, the next morning Mavis spoke to Jason about finding a job for Troy in the office of one of the stores in the chain. While he might not have understood, or even surmised the reason for this sudden interest in the blond box boy, Jason, as usual, asked no questions. He did exactly as Mavis told him. Before the week was out, Troy was transferred to the Shepard Supermarket in the Milwaukee suburb of West Allis, where he went to work as an assistant bookkeeper at an encouraging increase in salary.
However, before he assumed his new duties, Mavis made it perfectly clear to him that if he breathed even one word to anybody about their relationship, he would be "out on his young ass", and she promised that it would be rather difficult for him to find a job again anyplace in the city of Milwaukee.
With that clearly understood, Mavis made it a point to pick Troy up at least once a week after school and again on Saturday nights and take him to her Lakeshore Drive home for a session of fun and games in the big, round bed. Only occasionally did he stay overnight. Not because Mavis was afraid his parents might start asking embarrassing questions, but because she soon discovered there was little point in him staying over.
In spite of his youth and virility, like Jason, his first load of the night was his last. True, if Mavis worked on him long and diligently enough, he could manage a second erection and discharge. But it was never as enthusiastic or exciting as the first time. Which only made Mavis yearn for her young nephew that much more.
These illicit get-togethers with Troy continued for more than two months. With each passing encounter, Mavis found herself thinking more and more about her nephew, her craving for him turning into a wild, desperate obsession.
Finally she made up her mind that she could do without him no longer. Regardless of the cost, or consequences, she had to have him with her-not just for a night, or a couple of weeks, but as a permanent fixture.
With this in mind, she waited for a Friday evening, when she knew her brother-in-law would be home. Then she had her secretary call her sister's place in the country. She did not want to talk to Janis, or even to Barry, at the moment. So she had her secretary put through the person-to-person call to Tom, her brother-in-law.
The first thing Mavis asked when he answered the phone was if he could talk freely. He said he could. Mavis told him she would be driving up their way in the morning. But she did not want her sister to know, because she did not intend going directly to the farm. She would stay at a motel, she told Tom, one of those that Janis told her were some thirty miles from their place.
She said she knew that Tom would be going to market tomorrow, since it was Saturday, and wondered if he could arrange to leave both Janis and Barry at home, and on his way back from market, stop off and meet her at the motel.
He told her it could be easily arranged, so she gave him the name of the motel and the number of the cabin, for which she had already made reservations. By the tone of his voice, Mavis could tell what he was thinking: she had found him irresistible and was driving all the way up from Milwaukee just to have another session with him. For the moment, she did not deflate his ego. What she wanted to talk to him about was far too important.
Shortly after eight o'clock the next morning, Mavis was on her way north along Highway 51. She stopped for a bite of lunch in Wisconsin Rapids, then continued northward toward Minocqua, where the motel was located. She arrived at her destination in plenty of time for her to freshen up and change clothes before her brother-in-law was due to arrive.
When he got there, Tom parked his pickup truck behind her car in the driveway and walked to her cabin. She answered his knock and ushered him inside. She made sure she was dressed properly for the occasion, so as not to give him any ideas. However, by the way he looked at her as he closed the door behind him, his ideas had already been formulated long before he got there. And if his expression did not tell what was on his mind, the outsized lump in his work pants erased all possible doubt.
"Christ, you're a horny-looking bitch," was his characteristic opening salvo as he ogled her well-covered breasts and the way her skirt fitted her well-defined buttocks as she turned and walked away from him to the far side of the cabin. "Anybody ever tell you that?"
"That's beside the point," she said stiffly. "That's not the reason I asked you to meet me here."
He grinned wisely. "You don't have to bullshit me, Mavis. I know what the hell you want. You don't even have to ask for it. Like I told you, you get it in the ass by an old pro like me and shit, you can't help but want it again."
She backed away from him as he started to come toward her. "I hate to disappoint you, my dear brother-in-law. But the reason I asked you to come here is because I want to talk to you, before I talk to Janis."
He halted, his brow a network of creases. "Talk to me about what? Look, if you're figuring on me leaving your sister and taking up with you-"
She looked at him incredulously. Of all the insufferable conceit! Still she had to be doubly careful what she said to him, because she needed his cooperation, needed him on her side when she confronted Janis.
"I'm sorry," she told him as diplomatically as possible. "But it's Barry that I want to talk to you about."
"Barry?" he repeated hollowly.
"If you'll sit down for a minute, I'll try to explain," she said.
He hesitated a moment, studying her. Then he flopped down onto the edge of the bed.
Mavis pulled over a chair and sat down facing him. She could see the puzzlement and the disappointment in his eyes. "According to what Janis told me, you're quite heavily in debt. You owe several hundred dollars on a feed bill, on your truck and on a number of other things, with a ten thousand dollar mortgage on the farm that's past due."
Tom flared heatedly. "Goddamn it! What the fuck did she wanna tell you that for?"
"That's beside the point. What I want to do is help you."
"I don't need any help!"
"You might be interested when you hear my proposition."
"Proposition? What the hell kind of a proposition?"
"I'll settle your feed bill, take care of all your other debts, including paying off your mortgage and give you five thousand dollars in cash, if you'll convince Janis to let me take Barry back to Milwaukee with me," Mavis said.
"You gotta be outta your mind," was Tom's sullen response. "What the hell would you want with a kid like him?"
"I want to adopt him," Mavis replied without batting an eyelid. "I never had any children, as you know. I'd like to make Barry my legal son."
She could almost see the wheels turning inside her brother-in-law's crafty head, mentally tabulating the money she was offering him. Finally he scowled and said, "Jains'd never listen to it."
"I think she would, if you helped me convince her," Mavis pointed out. "After all, I can give him an awful lot of advantages he'd never have on the farm. I could send him to college, teach him the supermarket business, arrange so that one day he would inherit the whole chain. I'm sure with the right approach, she'd agree, that she'd want Barry to have all those things."
Again Tom wrestled with the proposition. "What about me? I'd be losing a farm hand. I've been- feeding the little bastard for the past five years. Now just when he can be of some good, start earning his keep, you want to take him away."
Mavis smiled. "You can hire quite a bit of experienced help to take his place once the mortgage is paid off and you have five thousand dollars to boot."
He eyed his sister-in-law easily. "The five grand? You gonna tell Janis about it?"
"Not if you don't want her to know," was Mavis' reply. Actually she had planned to slip Janis a little nest egg all for herself, in addition to the five thousand she was offering her brother-in-law.
Once more Tom pretended to go into deep concentration. But he was a lousy actor. Mavis could see that his mind was made up the moment he found out the five G's were going to be all his.
"Okay, I'll see you get the kid," he said finally. Then the lascivious look came back into his face as he eyed her tits and the way her skirt was pulled up. "But there's a condition."
Mavis dreaded to ask. "And that is?"
"You're gonna take off your clothes and come over here on the bed," he told her.
"No!"
He shrugged. "No screw, no deal."
Now it was Mavis' turn to engage in a little heavy thought. Without her brother-in-law's cooperation, she knew she was never going to convince her sister, and without Janis' blessings, she would never get to take Barry back home with her-and she was long past the stage where she could even begin to kid herself that she could do without him.
It would not be as if she were cheating on her sister, doing something behind her back. Janis had told her she wished that someone would take over her husband's sexual requirements and relieve her of the disagreeable burden. Mavis met her brother-in-law's gaze for several moments as she weighed all these things. Finally she dropped her eyes to the bulge in the right leg of his pants as he continued to sit there before her on the edge of the bed. With repulsion crawling in her stomach she asked, "Will-will you do it the right way? Not like you did the last time?"
He grinned evilly and again shrugged his beefy shoulders. "You want it in the cunt? Okay, you get it in the cunt," he said all too agreeably. "But you get knocked up, don't come to me. Like I told you, I don't want no fucking kids-not with you or anybody else."
As she stood up, reached the zipper at the back of her dress and began taking off her clothes, Mavis convinced him that fucking her in the orthodox manner would be perfectly safe.
Tom waited until she stood before him clad in only her bra and panties, then he told her again, "You sure are a juicy piece of ass." He emphasized his point by fondling her breasts through her bra. Then he pulled her down beside him on the bed and tried to prove what a great lover he was by feeling her thighs, kneading the flesh along her hips. But right now, nothing he did could arouse her.
"C'mon, c'mon, you gotta help," he coaxed against her ear. "I wanna screw a corpse, I'll go out to the cemetery."
She made no answer. She continued to lie there motionless as his hand went on roving her body. Then suddenly his hand dove down inside her panties to grab a fistful of dry cunt.
"You gonna play nice?" he demanded.
"Yes ... yes ... I'll play nice!" she cried out, tears of pain leaping into her eyes, smearing her mascara. Slowly, miserably, she began to move her hips in a sensual rhythm.
"That's better," he murmured as he began a finger exercise up high between her thighs.
Mavis offered no resistance as he unhooked her bra and pulled the flimsy material over her blonde head. She felt his mouth dive for her nipples. His clammy, rough hands moving over her sensitive flesh told her he was having a hell of a good time, no matter what she was feeling.
The more he touched her, the dirtier he made her feel, as if his fingers were leaving a trail of slime behind. When he finally moved away from her to take off his clothes, Mavis was grateful for the respite-even though she knew the worst was yet to come.
His clothes off, Tom went back to the task of trying to arouse her with his lips, his tongue and his ungentle hands. In spite of the loathing she felt for him, she began to respond. It made her more disgusted than ever. Not only with him but with herself that she could feel anything for such a man. But she kept telling herself over and over that it was a necessary evil, that the end result, the prize she would take back to Milwaukee with her was worth anything.
The involuntary movement of her hips goaded her brother-in-law on. His teasing manipulations soon had her right where he wanted her. Even if her mind and her senses rebelled, her body could no longer hold out against him. She must give it her all.
For her there could be no true fulfillment, just a natural physical release, Mavis told herself as he mounted her and fitted his immense cock to her cunt. Without compassion, he rammed his tool into her, pushing until the entire length of his pulsing prick was engulfed by her liquid, heated vaginal flesh.
Mavis moaned fitfully and clenched her eyes tightly closed to what was happening. This was her sister's husband fucking her. It was incredibly wanton and evil-but she had to be-grudgingly admit that his cock did feel good inside her. Not because it was his cock. Any cock in the world probably would have felt as good, now that she was thoroughly aroused.
Barely was he buried in her belly when she heard him say, "You want it in the cunt, sister, you're gonna have to sweat it. You're gonna have to do all the work."
With that he wrapped his muscled arms around her and rolled her over so that he was stretched out flat on his back and she was atop him, straddling his hips, with his cock still deep up inside her. He probably thought he was punishing her. But in truth, she sometimes preferred it this way because it put her in command of the situation, let her instigate the rhythm-fast or slow-as she wanted it.
He sucked on her breasts for a moment as she wiggled her cunt and her asscheeks down on his crotch. Then he grabbed her again in both arms and pulled her down on top of him, squashing her tits against his hairy chest and holding her that way, tightly, helplessly. How long she stayed that way unable to move, she did not know. But all of a sudden she felt fingers dancing over her helplessly waving, upturned buttocks, pulling apart the cheeks and investigating her asshole.
A terrible realization hit her-they could not be Tom's fingers. His hands were locked behind her shoulder blades, holding her down against him. They had to be someone else's fingers. Someone else's fingers!
Terror streaked through her brain and she tried to turn her head to look over her shoulder. But the way Tom had her pinioned, all she could make out was the shadow of a man hovering over her from behind.
Tom must have felt her trembling because he said, "No sweat, Mavis. It's only Charlie."
"Charlie?" she choked out.
"Yeh. Charlie's my best customer. Charlie buys damn near all the produce I bring to market," was Tom's brief explanation. "Y'see, I got to telling him what a horny-looking sister-in-law I had, how you were hurting for me to lay you again. Charlie thought I was bullshitting. So I brang him along and promised him a crack at you. Hell, you wouldn't want me to disappoint my best customer, my best pal, would you?"
Mavis had no choice, no time to answer. Charlie was already adjusting the head of his cock to the puckered, brown opening of her anus.
"Oooohhh ... noooo!" she cried out, lurching forward and driving the cock of her brother-in-law even deeper into her cunt, in a vain effort to escape the obscene penetration of Charlie's prick in her asshole.
Her words were in vain. The man behind her had been given far too great a buildup to stop now. Flexing his hips, Charlie drove his blood-bloated cock forward, brutally, into her futilely resisting asshole.
"Auugghhh!" Mavis screamed, the pain of his ruthless entry almost unbearable. "Stop! Oh, please ... stop! You're killing me!"
Her plea fell on deaf ears. It was not that Charlie was so very big, although he was big enough. It was the way he went at her, embedding a half-inch or so inside her painfully stretched, unprepared asshole, pulling back, and then slogging forward again.
It was worse, much worse than when her brother-in-law had fucked her this way. She was dry and unyielding, the pain almost more than she could bear as Charlie kept slowly, torturously, worming into her. For the moment she even forgot that Tom was beneath her, holding still in her front hole, waiting for Charlie to get properly embedded.
Again she begged for Charlie to stop. Yelled so loud that it was a wonder people in the adjoining cabins did not hear her. But Charlie apparently was as experienced at buggery as Tom, and he showed her no mercy-no more than he did for himself. Because most certainly the tightness of her rectum must have been as painful for him as it was for her.
Her body twitched with renewed pain, her sobbing audible. Oh God, how could she stand it? Why didn't Tom stop him? Why didn't someone in the other cabins hear her and come to her rescue? She was going to be ruined, utterly destroyed by the heavy, pulsing hardness that was threatening to tear her anus apart.
And then as it had been with Tom, the miracle prevailed again. Her sphincter gradually yielded and she could feel Charlie's elongated prick slide into her like a hot blade slicing into a tub of butter.
It was not long before Mavis could feel the two men starting to pump in and out of her twin holes, slowly at first, then faster and faster, harder and harder. In all her born days, Mavis had never experienced such a feeling. At first it may have been painful, horrible in every sense of the word. But now that her cunt was lubricated and her anus properly stretched, it did not hurt nearly so much. It still burned a little back there, but that was more than compensated for by the exciting feeling of Charlie's cock sliding in and out.
The feel of the two cocks passing each other and rubbing her two passageways together on every stroke was something else again. It had her clawing at her brother-in-law's shoulders, tossing her head in crazed ecstasy. She lost all sense of where she was, who she was with, exactly what was happening as the excruciating pleasure of the dual humping enwrapped her body and brain in a blaze of all-consuming passion.
She was bouncing around between the two men, speared by their pricks, waving her arms wildly, kicking her legs out to the sides, looking for all the world like an impaled rag doll. Tom and Charlie were sweating and panting, their large bodies alive with energy and lust. She could feel Charlie's big balls swinging wildly, banging against the backs of her thighs. It never dawned on Mavis that she was being buggered by a man she had never even seen, had no idea what he looked like-only that he had a big prick that was starting to cum.
And cum he did, filling her ass with great gobs of his milky discharge. Then when he was done, his prick slapped down against his thighs and he staggered back to the sidelines, watching Mavis and Tom continue to fuck away.
Mavis had lifted herself a few inches up off Tom's chest, and with a hand palm down at each side of his head, she was posting up and down along the fat, slippery length of his prick, her suctioning cunt a cauldron of exquisite pleasure. She was muttering softly, incoherently, straining to bring her brother-in-law off, knowing that the session would not be over until she did. The sweat from her tits dripped down on his naked body, as once again she lost count of the orgasms she had experienced.
He was licking the perspiration from her tits and her shoulders now as she went on fucking his cock. And then at long last his groin shot upwards between her splayed legs and with a rebel yell he began to cum. Frantically, he kept pumping up at her frothing cunt, licking her neck, biting her shoulders as he blasted volley after volley of his hot cum into her tortured cunt. She crested again and finished with him.
It was not until Mavis raised herself off him and felt his limp cock drop down out of her dripping pussy that she turned and saw Charlie for the first time. She could not hold back the gasp of amazement that escaped her lips at the discovery that finally she had crossed the color line, that Charlie was a huge, burly black man!
She had to smile to herself as she thought that maybe this was an omen. That maybe, as she had so often heard, this meant a change in her luck, an end to all her problems.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Mavis arrived at the farmhouse next morning and outlined for her sister the proposition she had previously presented to her brother-in-law, she found Janis not at all receptive to the idea of her taking Barry back to Milwaukee with her. Like most any mother, Janis did not want to give up her son. The fact that Mavis promised to pay off the mortgage on the farm and all their other outstanding debts, as well as give Janis a few thousand dollars for herself, did not sway her sister even a little.
They had made sure that Barry was out in the barn, while all this discussion was going on.
"It would be like I was selling him-my own flesh and blood!" Janis wailed.
"But think of Barry, his future, the advantages he could have with me," Mavis pointed out.
"He'll be happy here," Janis insisted.
"Will he, Janis?" Mavis asked intently. "Is that what you want for Barry, to work the rest of his life here on the farm? Not seeing anything of the outside world? Not being able to take advantage of all the wonderful things it has to offer? Why, except for those at school Barry told me there isn't even a girl close-by for him to go with."
She shook her head slowly. "No, Janis, you aren't thinking of Barry. You're thinking of yourself, and very selfishly. You're denying him the chance for a wonderful future, the opportunity to make something worthwhile of himself, to become someone important. And why? Simply because you don't want to cut the umbilical cord and let him have a life of his own."
Tom, seeing the possibility of the money Mavis promised being flushed right down the drain, broke into the conversation. "Your sister's dead right," he scolded his wife. "All the while you've been bullshitting me how much your kid means to you, how you wish he had the chance to get away and not have to slave away his life here on the farm. Now you got the chance, you're booting it."
"Since when do you give a good goddamn about him? All you've been doing is shooting off your filthy mouth, wanting to know when he's going to grow up and be able to do a man's work. Now you can't wait to see him shake his ass and go. And why? Because you see a chance to have the lousy goddamn mortgage paid off!"
It went on like that for the rest of the morning, with Janis fighting like a tigress protecting its young against a couple of vultures. But Mavis and Tom were just as tenacious in their arguments and finally Janis' strength began to erode. By noontime, she had exhausted all her arguments and grown weary of trying to battle the two of them and finally agreed to let Barry go with his aunt.
Of course, the final decision was left up to the boy, himself. While he did not particularly relish the idea of leaving his mother, he could not get away from his stepfather fast enough. The things his aunt might be offering him were of only secondary importance to his adolescent mind. The thing that more than tipped the scales in his aunt's favor, was remembering all the fun they had had together, and how terribly he had missed her when she had gone away.
It was well past lunch by the time all the goodbyes were said an and appropriate amount of tears were shed. Then Mavis and Barry climbed into her Mercedes and headed south for Milwaukee. They could have stopped off and spent the night at a motel. But Mavis wanted to get home with her nephew as quickly as possible. So except for a brief stop for dinner, they drove straight through.
It was close to midnight when she pulled the car into the double garage back of the big Lakeshore Drive house, took him around to the front entrance, unlocked the door and entered. Becky had left a late snack for them in the kitchen. It was most welcome.
Mavis told Barry she would take him for a complete tour of the house and garden in the morning. Right now she wanted upstairs with him in her bedroom.
From the time they left the farm that afternoon, Barry's mouth had kept popping open in sheer wonderment, like a kid paying his first visit to Disneyland. Aside from a visit to the village, a trip now and then to market with his stepfather and, of course, going to school, Barry had never really been very far away from the farm since he and his mother had gone there to live more than five years ago. So all this was very new and exciting to him. What he found difficult to get through his young head, was that this big house was going to be his new home. But the thing that really made his eyes pop was Mavis' bedroom.
Outside of magazines and TV, he had never seen anything that could even begin to compare with it. He never really and truly believed that such places existed in real life. The mirrored walls and ceiling, the big round bed with its silk sheets and pillowcases, the color television set that swung out from the wall. And then the bathroom-with its perfumed air, sunken tub and piped-in music.
"I've gotta be dreaming!" he gasped. "There just can't be any place like this!"
"You know what I'm going to do .first, my darling?" she whispered. "I'm going to let you undress me ... and then I'm going to undress you."
During the couple of months she had been away from him, he apparently had not forgotten a thing she had showed him. As soon as she fell onto the bed, he went about unzipping, unhooking and peeling off her clothes like an expert. Off came her blouse, then her skirt. He kissed the bare expanse of her belly between her bra and the waistband of her panties. Then he worked her panties down over her hips, uncovering her bushy-haired crotch. She felt him trying to pry apart her thighs to get his face between them. It was not the easiest thing, in the world for her to reach down and lift his head away. "Later, darling," she whispered. "After we've bathed. I want to be kissing sweet and clean for you."
Delirious with the thought that this was no longer fantasy, or illusion, that this really was Barry here on the bed with her, undressing her, Mavis needed all the self-control she could muster to curb the urge to grab his young cock, take it out and suck it right then and there. Surely she could put off just a few minutes longer and do it right ... to his and her own complete satisfaction.
Now he was removing her bra, kissing her vibrant breasts, licking the turgid nipples. She just could not stand any more tease. The blinding pressure in her loins was ready to burst.
She did not wait for him to take off her garterbelt or her hose. She turned him over on his back and hurriedly tore at his clothing, until all he had left on him were his shorts, a spreading wet stain in the front of them from his rampaging, leaking boy prick.
There were no cameras clicking away now, either hidden or otherwise. There was no need. She did not need pictures. She would have him there with her always-in the flesh!
Aware that if she stayed there on the bed with him another instant it was going to happen, she quickly jumped off the bed. She could see herself in the wall-mirrors as she sprinted toward the bathroom in only her garterbelt and stockings, one of which he had unfastened so that as she ran it slipped down below her knee. With her tits bouncing sensuously, her blonde hair flowing behind her, she was a sight to arouse a cloistered monk, to say nothing of a fifteen-year-old boy.
A glance back over her shoulder and she saw Barry scrambling off the bed, coming after her, his cock bobbing up and down under his shorts as if it were on springs. She dashed into the bathroom and left the door open. She had turned on the taps in the tub when she first showed the place to her nephew. Now the tub was full of scented water that shut off at the right level, automatically. She paused a moment to remove her garterbelt and her hose. Then she went down the three marble steps into the shallow end of the tub gingerly.
She went across the tub and settled herself at the far end where the waterline barely covered her tits that floated out in front of her like two huge pink water wings. She looked up at Barry standing at the rim of the tub.
"Take off your shorts, darling," she whispered. "And get into the tub with me."
"Gosh," he muttered as he started to peel down his underpants. Apparently his vocabulary had not increased a great deal since she last saw him. He encountered some slight difficulty working his shorts down over his aching cock, the material adhering to the tacky wet head like tissue paper. Once the pants were off, his cock shot out into the air to sway back and forth like a horizontal pendulum. The head and the tight foreskin that partly covered it was a brilliant red.
Mavis could feel her head pounding at the sight of his young cock jumping up and down like a puppet on a string with each step he took down into the tub. It seemed bigger, more darling than she had remembered it. She could feel her cuntal lips starting to open beneath the water, in anticipation of accepting it.
She lifted a hand to take his hand and guide him down into the tub. When he was close enough, she pulled him down into the water so that he sat facing her. She rubbed her wet legs against him, then she took a washcloth and soap from one of the ornate receptacles at the side of the tub. She handed them to him and said, "Wash me, darling. Soap and bathe me-all over."
She turned completely around and faced away from him and felt him moving the soft soapy cloth over her back, from her hairline at the back of her neck down to the crease of her buttocks. Then he moved the washcloth forward, his hands sliding under her armpits to enclose and squeeze her tits, one with the cloth, one with his bare fingers.
Mavis leaned her head back against his smooth chest, turning her face upward so he could kiss her open mouth. She went all weak, the way she remembered feeling when she was a teenager and a boy she liked very much kissed her for the first time. Only this was different. As she recalled, that long-ago boy did not dart his tongue in and out of her mouth the way Barry did, teasing and seducing her senses.
Barry's hand holding the cloth remained on her left breast and she did not feel his free hand gliding downward beneath the water until it passed over her slab-flat belly, found its Way through her pubic hair and down between her parted thighs. There he found a wetness somewhat different from the water-hot, slippery, syrupy. Without hesitation, his fingers ventured into the dark, underwater cavern that was her cunt to find and strop the pearl of her clit.
One thing for damn sure. She had not been imagining. She had not been building everything all out of proportion. His kiss, the thrill of his touch, the magic manipulations of his fingers were different. Different from any others she had ever known. It was as if he were stroking his clitoris with an electrode that sent jolting waves of pleasure through her body, up into her brain. She clenched her thighs tightly against his hand, panting into his mouth. "Oooohhhh, Barry ... ooohhhh, darling ... I'm going to cummmm ... "
And cum she did!
Then she got up in the tub, rinsed the soapy suds from between her thighs with a dear water syringe attachment, and stood before him, legs spread wide apart. "Kiss me, my lover," she whispered. "Kiss and suck my cunt!"
From where he was sitting in the tub, he could look up and see her pubic hair hanging down between the white columns of her legs like a dripping black beard, and hidden in its depths, the open flanges of her tempting cunt. He splashed to his knees before her and tilted his face upward between her parted limbs.
Mavis shuddered with emotion as she felt his tongue swipe over her pussy, parting the supple flesh, wet with her slippery sex-juice. "Ooooohhhh, Barry, Barry ... ooohhh, my own sweet darling, how you make me feel!"
It was no wistful thinking this time. Even with her eyes closed and her head thrown back, she could tell by the gentle touch of his loving tongue, curling tantalizingly around the exposed bud of her clit that it was for real. No one else in the world possibly could cause her such a sudden, intense surging of lustful passion as he. With the able caress of his tongue, he fired her loins like the devil wind itself.
As he continued to tongue-stroke her and suck the swollen flesh of her cunt into his mouth, Mavis unconsciously traced a hand along the flat plane of her tummy to the sensuously enlarged mounds of her full ripe breasts. Lightly her fingers caressed the pink tips of her desire-hardened nipples, adding to the electrifying sensations racing into the oven-pit of her belly.
Over and around and through her cunt, his long tongue moved, each lick fanning the flame in her body to a new high. She could hear his rapid breathing as well as her own as he warmed up to his perverted task, his mouth sloshing and slurping in her overflowing trough.
"Oooohhhh, Barry, you feel so good ... soooo verrrry gooood!" she cried in utter abandonment as his tongue kept caressing her maddeningly. Her whole body began bucking and writhing beneath his masterfully seductive licking, making it difficult for him to keep contact.
She reached down and grasped his ears and held him there between her widely spread legs, offering him unrestricted access to her sex-starved cuntal slit ... until he brought her to another screaming orgasm! An orgasm the likes of which she could never remember having experienced before ... not even with him.
She wanted him to keep his head locked there between her thighs forever, his mouth and his magic tongue pressed to her cunt for all eternity. But she knew that would not be fair to him. Surely by now, his poor little cock must feel as badly neglected as her pussy had felt all the many weeks she was away from him. It was no more than right that she bring him the same wonderful relief that he had brought her. Nor would it be any great sacrifice on her part. She wanted to taste and suck that beautiful boy cock of his again, as much as he probably wanted her to do it.
Reluctantly she pushed Barry's head away from between her legs and dropped to her knees in the tub, facing him. She wrapped her arms around him and brought him close to her, her wet breasts mashed against his boyish wet chest, his cock sandwiched between their bellies. She kissed him, making a ceremony out of licking her cunt-juice from his lips, swabbing his mouth out with her saliva-wet tongue.
She had him move backward and then he down so that he was stretched out in the shallow water, his head resting on one of the marble steps. His body was completely submerged with only his face and his hard, upright cock poking up out of the water like the periscope of a submarine.
Kneeling beside him, with the water line to her belly button, suds dripping from the points of her breasts, she rinsed off his cock with the clear-water syringe. Then with thumb and forefinger, she slowly, tenderly, worked the gripping foreskin down off the purple-red head, to be bunched in wrinkles about a half-inch below the crown. Up and down his rigid shaft, slippery now with his seminal drippings, Mavis moved her loving fingers, purring, "You like that, darling?"
"Ummmm," was all he could hum as his twisting, squirming young body made little waves in the water.
Mavis moved her fingers faster along his length of pulsing flesh, her lips to within an inch of his drooling cockhead. She could smell the clean, fresh, boyish scent of him, inciting her still further.
His whole body jumped and he uttered a tortured sigh as her tongue shot out and laved the velvety surface of her darling nephew's juicy glands.
Mavis gave him the full treatment, learned from her years of cocksucking. Placing his penis in her palm, she ran her tongue maddeningly around the head until it was thoroughly moistened with her saliva and his own juice. Then she formed her lips into a perfect "O" and dropped them over the knob of his prick.
Slowly, artfully, she moved her tight-lipped mouth down to the base of his cock then up again, mixing a combination of slow, steady, in-and-out strokes with strong, quick ones. Then she attacked the most sensitive part of his anatomy-the delicate membrane at the underside of the corona. She flicked her tongue lightly back and forth across this membrane, as if she were tickling the strings of an electric guitar. Then she ran her tongue all the way down to his ball sac and back up again, up and down, up and down until .she felt him starting to tremble, heard his whimpering cry: "Oooooh, Auntie ... oooohhhh, Aunt Mavis ... I'm starting to feel all funny ... like ... like I'm going to cum ... "
Quickly, Mavis pulled back away from him. After waiting so long, living all these weeks without him, she did not want to waste his first load. She did not want it spent anyplace but in her cunt.
She told him to he still. Then she mounted him, straddling him and sinking down upon him very slowly. She shivered all over as she felt his throbbing young hardness slithering into the eager, pouting lips of her pussy underwater. Inch by delirious inch, she swallowed up his stiffness until he was all the way inside her, her pubis pressing down against his crotch, her cunt lips gripping the base of his cock; pushing, pushing, wishing she could get his balls up inside her, too.
"We-we never did it in the water before," he blubbered.
She leaned forward and kissed him. "Darling, there are a hundred and one different ways that we haven't tried yet. But we're going to. I'm going to fuck you every way that was ever invented, my precious love."
Then she began humping him, grinding down against him, sucking him with her cuntal walls. She knew he was not going to take very long. She could feel he was right there on the brink already. It did not matter. Let him cum. Let him fill her guts with his hot cum.
The mere thought of him ejaculating inside her started her ramming up and down savagely on his impaling cock as it slid easily in and out of her well-lubricated hole, trying to hurry along that supreme moment. And then in perfect unison, exactly as she had timed it, they both gasped out their explosive orgasms as her nephew's spasming cock began coughing its seething load of boiling cum into her hotly receptive belly!
"Oooooh, I'm cuuuummmmg! Ooooohhhh, it feel so good! Sooooo goooood!" Barry cried out almost as if he were speaking what was in her own thoughts, as their minds cleared of everything except the ecstatic bliss of their simultaneous orgasms.
Mavis stayed there atop him in the shallow water for endless minutes until her climax had completely faded and she had milked him of his sperm. Then she slid off him and lay beside him in the tub, kissing him, fondling his shrunken cock, fingering his balls and his anus while he kissed and suckled her tits, unmindful of their soapy flavor.
When finally she succeeded in bringing back his hard-on, she had him stand stiff-legged before her, while she knelt before him in the water as he had done with her. She waited only until she had rinsed the suds from his groin area, then she kissed over his belly and along his thighs. Lightly she licked his balls, taking first one and then the other into her mouth and rolling it back and forth on her tongue, pressing it up softly against the roof of her mouth. Then she was back at his cock again, mouthing it, pulling it far back into her throat the way she did that day in the barn. She kept sucking, sucking while her fingers danced lightly over his balls, tickling the sensitive little patch behind his sac and in front of his asshole.
His hips began a frantic pistoning movement against her pretty, upturned, wide-eyed face. Then she felt his cock quiver deep in her throat and she began sucking still harder, creating a tremendous vacuum that threatened to tear his prick from its roots.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" he cried out. "Oooooh ... I'm ... I'm going to cum in your mouth!"
Mavis grasped hold of his bare buttocks and held him fast to her mouth, the sprinkling of hair at the base of his cock tickling her nose. She felt his body shudder and his ballooning prick begin its insane jerking. Still kneeling before him in the shallow water, Mavis gagged and coughed as his rich streams of heated cum flooded her mouth, her cheeks bloating and hollowing frantically as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, seeking to drain him of his life-giving fluid.
Before the night ended, tired as they may have been, she had him fuck her once more in the bedroom, on the cool satin sheets of the big, round bed. With the lights on full, she watched their reflection in the sweep of mirrors that covered the walls and ceiling, thrilling to the sight of what appeared to be a dozen or more Barry's all screwing her at the same time.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was the start along the road to paradise for Mavis, a prelude to a way of life that Barry never dreamed existed. For the two of them it was a cornucopia of happiness and sexual pleasures.
Mavis took Barry to the very best men's stores in the city, had him outfitted head to toe with a wardrobe that would make him look older than his soon to be sixteen years. She had his long, unruly brown hair styled to mod length at one of Milwaukee's best barber shops. She enrolled him in a private school, where he would be taught by what amounted to a private tutor. She had him take dancing lessons. She even bought him an electric guitar that he had always wanted to play, saw that he had proper instruction.
She promised that when he was eighteen, she would buy him a smart foreign car. Meantime, she drove him to every place he wanted to go. They saw the Brewers, the Packers and the Bucks in action. They took in the best shows together, the ballet, the symphony, and more to his teenage taster-rock concerts. During the Christmas holidays, they flew to New York for another round of shows and sporting events. She lost interest in her photographic hobby and put a padlock on what she had called her "trophy room" where she had plastered photos of the stags she had bedded.
When Spring came they swam together nude in the big heated pool in the back yard. She had him learn to play tennis and golf. She got him a surfboard, in spite of the fact he would have little or no occasion to use it. All the while, every night, even though he had a room of his own, Mavis insisted that Barry share her bed. Whether theirs was a May-December love affair, or merely a fierce, overpowering sexual compatibility, Mavis did not know, or try to answer. She knew only that the sex they shared together had become the most important single thing in her whole life.
When she told him that first night that she would make love to him in a hundred and one different ways, she was not jesting. While it might take a while for them to exhaust that many ways, one thing for sure, they never lacked for novelty. Never did they do it the same way twice in a row. Of course, they did not always do it three times a night. But rarely did a night go by that they did not fuck at least once, always with some new, little added surprise by Mavis. They ran the gamut from fellatio and cunnilingus to old-fashioned fucking and even sodomy, which as her brother-in-law promised she would come to love-and she did with Barry. In fact, there was absolutely nothing that they did together that she did not enjoy-socially, sexually, or otherwise.
She introduced him to her friends and her business associates, making sure that she pointed out to the females in these groups that in spite of his apparent maturity, he was just sixteen. While all these things were happening, Mavis went about the business of legally adopting him. There was no problem. Her lawyers handled the whole transaction and his mother and stepfather gave their written consent without argument. When it was done, Mavis kept her part of the bargain. She paid off their debts and gave each of them the promised cash.
She had stopped seeing Jason and Troy altogether. Jason, as usual, asked no questions. Apparently he took it for granted that with her newly adopted son living with her, there would be no more hanky panky.
Troy, on the other hand, while he asked no questions, either, undoubtedly knew, or suspected the truth, since there was so little difference between his age and Barry's. However, he had no complaints. For the service he had rendered her, Mavis had more than compensated him. He was still working in the office of the West Allis store, doing the work he wanted to do, with a good chance of working into a damn good job, either with the Shepard Supermarkets or with some other outfit. With these things in mind, Troy was not about to shoot off his mouth about their brief relationship.
Mavis did not let Barry go to work in the supermarket chain 'til he was eighteen, graduated from high school and in his first year of college. Again he attended an exclusive, high-priced, local university, from where he could come home to Mavis every night.
When he did start to work, he took the Saturday and Sunday and late evening shift in the flagship of the chain, where Mavis' office was located. She showed him little favoritism, had him start work as a box boy. She told him that starting at the bottom was the only way he could thoroughly learn the business that one day would be his.
Barry did everything that was asked of him. He swept the floors, checked stock, priced can goods and staples, replenished the shelves when they were empty, bagged food and carried the stuff for customers out to their cars. After a few months, Mavis made arrangements for him to attend checkers school a couple of nights a week so that he could learn to work the registers and lend a hand checking out customers.
Barry not only was an apt pupil, but he did all the things he was supposed to do, without complaint. All the while he was growing to adulthood, developing into a fairly tall, sturdy, good-looking young man. His cock, too, had grown considerably-another two and a half to three inches, which made him a bona fide "nine incher", which delighted Mavis no end. Especially since, thanks to her teaching, he knew exactly what to do with it, in every available orifice in her body.
For all his newly acquired maturity, Barry still slept each night with his aunt. He still fucked her at the slightest provocation, any way she wanted it-front, back, dog-style, between her breasts or in her mouth. His cock seemed as tireless as her demands.
When he turned eighteen, as promised, Mavis had bought him a sports car. To properly break it in, she had him take her to a drive-in movie, find a dark, deserted corner and uncomfortable as it may have been, had him fuck her in the bucket seats while the movie was going on-just like two teenage lovers might do.
It was during the summer vacation of Barry's second year of college that the first real shadow fell across their heretofore unclouded paradise. Barry was still nineteen and working as Jason's first assistant at the main store, with the understanding that when he reached his twenty-first birthday and was graduated from college, he would take over a store on his own. Again it was an integral part of his training to one day operate the entire chain.
Mavis was alone in her office this day, working on the books, when Jason rapped on the door. She told him to come in, and as he stood across the desk from her, she looked up into his face and saw his concerned expression. She asked, "Yes, Jason, what is it?"
Jason swallowed and shuffled his feet uneasily. "I-I don't know how to tell you this, Mavis, because maybe it's none of my business. On the other hand, maybe it is." He glanced around to make sure that the door was closed and no one could hear what he had to say. "Like I said, maybe it is my business because I haven't been out to your place to see you ... since he came to live with you."
"Barry?"
Jason wagged his head. "Don't get me wrong. He's a good kid. A damn good worker. Right now, he's plenty capable of handling a store of his own-if you wanted him to. So it's not because of him. Not because I want to see him get into any trouble ... "
"Will you please get to the point, Jason?" Mavis demanded. "I'm very busy."
Again Jason swallowed, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp. "I know ... and I don't want you to think I'm carrying tales ... but well ... I think you ought to know."
"Know what?" Mavis insisted with gathering annoyance.
"That new girl at the check stand, the one with the long, dark hair and the ... " Jason made a gesture with his hands over his chest to indicate that the girl had quite a sizeable pair of knockers.
"Sonia?"
He nodded emphatically. "Sonia."
"What about her?"
"Well, a few times when Sonia was working nights and Barry was on the night shift, after you went home, I saw her go out the back door, during her break. At first, I thought maybe she was going out to catch a smoke in the parking lot. Then I watched Barry go out, too, and I knew he didn't smoke. Like I said, at first I didn't think much about it. Just a coincidence maybe. But then when it happened several nights in a row, I decided I maybe ought to have a look."
Mavis could feel her pulse quickening, her palms growing wet, a distinct sinking in the pit of her stomach. She had a tough job getting out just one word. "And?"
"They weren't in the parking lot, neither one of them," Jason went on. "I checked the cars parked there and they weren't in any of them, either. Which meant there was only one other place they could be-in the warehouse. So I went there and had a look inside."
This time Mavis did not speak. She just kept staring up into Jason's sweaty face in dread anticipation.
"There they were, the two of them," Jason concluded. "In a pile of old bags and wrappings, behind one of the packing cases ... "
"Stop it!" Mavis yelled, her face drawn and pale. "I don't want to hear another word about your snooping!"
Jason began to shiver as he started to retreat from the desk, his face a worry mask. "But ... but ... I only told you, like I said, because I don't want to see the boy get into any trouble. A girl like her, knowing he's your adopted son and all, she could easily let herself get pregnant, figuring that maybe she'd be able to squeeze a lot of money out of you ... maybe even force him to marry her."
"Goddamn it!" Mavis shouted at him furiously, her fists white-knuckled atop the desk, her eyes narrow, mouth drawn taut in an angry line. "I told you I don't want to hear another word about it. Just get the hell out of my office. Go on, get out! And if you whisper one single word to anybody about this-I'll have your goddamn job! You hear me? Now get out!"
His face drained of color, his eyes crammed with fear, Jason collided with a chair and almost fell down in his blind haste to get to the door, fling it open and hurry outside.
Mavis sat there, staring at the closed door blankly. Her fingernails dug into her palms until they almost drew blood. Her heart pounded and everything in her stomach began to curdle.
Jason was wrong, she told herself. He had to be wrong. Barry wouldn't, he couldn't do such a thing to her. He could not be that ungrateful, that foolish as to risk his entire future on a girl like Sonia-even if she were rather pretty, well stacked and close to his own age. Jason was mistaken. As he said, he had not been invited to her place since Barry had come to live with her. That stuff about him snitching on Barry for Barry's own good was hog wash. Jason wanted to poison her mind against Barry, maybe send him back to the farm, so that he could take up with her again.
She decided that she would not even mention the incident to Barry. She would discharge the whole thing from her mind. Especially since Barry had not given her the slightest reason to suspect he had been untrue to her. His performances in bed with her had been up to par, in every way.
Still Jason had planted a disturbing seed in her mind. Moreover, in all the time she had known Jason, before and after her husband's death, she had never known him to lie about anything. It would be contrary to his character to tell a falsehood, especially one of such magnitude. Nor did she believe he would be so foolhardy as to deliberately lie to her, knowing that she could fire him with a snap of her fingers.
Of course, she could confront Barry with the story, or even arrange to speak to Sonia about it. But that would give her little satisfaction. It was not likely that either of them would want to admit to such a thing, and if Jason was simply making up the whole story, it would only make for a strained relationship between her and Barry.
Mavis lived with the monster gnawing at her brain, clawing at her heart for the next couple of days, mentioning it to no one, managing to give no hint that anything was bothering her. Even when she was in bed alone with Barry, she successfully hid what was troubling her. But on the third night, she could hold back no longer. Like a cancerous growth it had eaten into her Brain and she had to know the truth.
At the usual time, she closed her office and pretended to leave for home. Sonia and Barry would both be working the late shift. In fact, except for the other checkers and box boys, they would be alone in the store. Jason, too, had left early.
Mavis got into her car and drove out of the parking lot, the way she always did, as if nothing were wrong. Only she did not go home. Instead, she had dinner at a downtown restaurant, fortifying herself with a couple of martinis, just in case.
She waited until after dark, then drove back to the store. She left her car in a darkened space in one corner of the huge parking lot, where it was not likely anyone would spot it. Then she hurried to the big warehouse that adjoined the supermarket in the rear. She unlocked the door and slipped inside. A night light was suspended from the ceiling, the tall packing cases, crates, boxes and barrels of various foodstuffs casting ghostly shadows that gave the place an eerie appearance.
Mavis closed the door quietly and leaned with her back against it, listening for sounds. There were none. Slowly, cautiously, her eyes sweeping from right to left, she proceeded through the warehouse, searching every nook and comer, but the place was deserted. She decided to sit down on one of the boxes and wait for possible developments.
An hour, maybe two hours went by. Nothing happened. She began to feel like a fool sitting there in the semi darkness, spying on Barry. Just wait until morning and she would really give Jason a piece of her mind. Never again would he bring her such a cock-and-bull story, fill her mind with doubts, suspicions and untruths.
Tonight when Barry came home she would make it up to him for this uncalled-for way she was acting. She would not tell him what she had done. She would not want him to think she could be that small. But she would show him a time the likes of which she had never shown him before-if such a thing were possible.
Another twenty minutes or so passed with Mavis getting more ashamed for even beginning to doubt her nephew's fidelity. By this time, she should have known him better than to think he would be unfaithful to her. The best thing for her to do, she decided, would be go home and prepare herself for him.
With this in mind, Mavis got up and started to move toward the door-when suddenly she heard a key turn in the lock! She craned to see who it was as the door opened. She sucked in her breath with shocked surprise when she saw a girl enter and leave the door open on a crack. A closer look told Mavis that without question, the girl was Sonia!
Quickly, Mavis ducked behind one of the tall crates as she watched Sonia walk straight through to the rear of the warehouse and disappear behind one of the huge packing cases.
Mavis waited not more than two or three minutes, then the door opened again and a man came in. Even from the distance in the dim light, Mavis needed only one quick glance to tell her it was Barry!
Oh, God! A wave of nausea hit her and she thought for a moment that her knees were going to cave in under her. She leaned against one of the big cartons to support herself as she watched Barry hurry in the same direction that Sonia had taken.
Mavis stood there for timeless seconds, her head pounding, her heart aching as if a giant claw had been dragged across it. Should she leave? If she did, a thousand and one devils would keep pricking at her brain, tormenting her, making her wonder exactly what happened when Barry and Sonia met here in the warehouse. Maybe Jason had exaggerated the whole thing. Maybe he only imagined they went all the way. It could be simple puppy-love stuff. Maybe they just wanted to be alone for a little while to do a little harmless lovemaking-kissing and petting. Certainly she could not object to him doing that. Still she had to know.
With a deep sigh of resignation, Mavis drew herself erect and noiselessly picked her way between the boxes and cartons and crates to the rear of the warehouse. As she drew nearer, she could hear them whispering, giggling.
"Ooooohhh, Barry, your hands are so cold," she heard Sonia murmur.
"Maybe that's because you're so hot," was Barry's muffled reply.
"If I am, you made me that way," Sonia whispered. Then a slight wail came from the girl and she crooned, "Oooohhh, hurry, Barry. Put it in me. We don't have much time. I've got to get back to the check stand."
"Sez who?" Barry asked. "You're forgetting, you're talking to the boss."
Mavis had moved to a point where she could see them clearly, but they could not see her. She stood there frozen, her eyes starkly staring, the sickness in her stomach making her want to retch, and for good reason.
It was no innocent boy-and-girl love scene that greeted her. Sonia was half-naked, the top of her dress pulled down and her big tits spilling out over the top of her unhooked bra. Barry's mouth was filled with one of them. Down below, the girl's short skirt was yanked up around her waist, and with her panties off, her broad shock of black pubic hair and the wet, open, pink lips of her cunt were completely exposed.
Heartsick, Mavis watched Barry unzip his fly as he continued to gnaw at the girl's voluptuous breasts. The moment his trousers were open, he reached inside and withdrew his cock. That beautiful, big cock that Mavis had all this tune believed belonged exclusively to her. It was as throbbingly hard as Mavis could ever remember it being as he dragged it over Soma's bare thighs and belly, smearing her flesh with his pre-cum drool.
For one thing Mavis was grateful. Barry made no attempt to eat the girl's pussy. Still it offered her little consolation because the next moment, he was fitting the knob of his prick to Sonia's ready and waiting pink cunt.
"Ooooohhhh, Baaaarrrreeeee!" the girl wailed as he made his entry. "You're so big! Aaaaaahhhh, you seem to get bigger every time you fuck me!"
Mavis tried to move away but she seemed transfixed, unable to turn her head or even close her eyes. She tried to make herself believe what she was watching was not really happening. That it was all part of some horrible dream.
She continued to watch as if held by a giant magnet as Barry wormed his cock into the girl's glistening wet cunt and began his slow humping. Mavis could almost feel his cock going in and out of the hole between her own legs, in full appreciation of what sensations Sonia was experiencing as she listened to the girl's panting and the lewd slurping sound of his prick fucking her tight, wet hole.
"Oooohhh, Barry! I'm starting to cum! Ooooh, cum with me! Shoot, shoot, shoot! Oooohhhh ... " Sonia's delirious cry knifed through Mavis' stunned brain as she watched the girl thrash wildly beneath him as he crashed down upon her and barreled his sperm into her demanding cunt.
It was not until this moment that Mavis managed to stagger backward into the shadows where she could no longer see them, where she could only hear their whispered conversation.
"Oh, that was so beautiful, Barry," Sonia declared. "Now be a sweetheart and please hand me my panties." There was a kiss and a rustle of material and a closing of zippers as the girl stood up and said, "I'll go back to the store first."
"Okay," Barry agreed. "I'll be along in a couple of minutes."
Mavis could hear Sonia leaving, opening and closing the door. That meant she was alone now with Barry, her thoughts battling a question. Should she step forward, here and now, and have it out with her adopted son? Did she want him to know that she had done such a contemptible thing as to spy on him, watch him making out with someone else? Would he, could he ever have any respect for her again, if he knew she had stooped to such a trick? Or should she wait until he got home and confront him with the subject?
She did not have much time to contemplate. Already he was starting to leave. Mavis made a slight move to go after him and stop him. But at the very last moment, she decided against it and remained in the shadows behind the packing cases. She would wait until he got home.
* * *
Mavis' thoughts were still waging an all-out war inside her pretty head, when she heard Barry open the downstairs door of the house and start up the stairs. She had left the warehouse shortly after he did, drove straight home, bathed and prepared herself, as usual, for his arrival. She was wearing the flimsiest black nightie in her wardrobe and with her ash-blonde hair spilled on the pillow beneath her head, she presented him with a vision of sensuality that would make any man flip. Which was her intention.
"You're home early," she said with a casualness that belied her true feelings.
"Yeah," he replied. "Things were pretty slow at the store tonight."
"Nothing exciting happen?" she fished.
He pretended to think back for a moment. "Naw. Just the usual run." He leaned into her across the bed and kissed her. From force of habit she kissed him back. Then as he straightened away from her, he said, "I think I'll grab a quick shower before I get into bed. Don't go away."
She watched as he turned and went into the bathroom. He was not fooling her worth a damn. She knew full well why he wanted to shower. He wanted to wash away all telltale evidence of his screw with Sonia.
Mavis did not have to wait long for Barry to return to the bedroom. He was wearing the spanking new, white silk robe she had bought for him a couple of weeks ago. He smelled strong of the man's cologne she liked so much, too, and he was sporting his usual hard-on. But if he thought she was going to roll over and play dead and let him fuck her, he was going to be sadly disappointed. Just wait until he tried sticking his cock into her!
He got onto the bed and loomed over her, studying her unusually stern face. "Something wrong?" he wanted to know.
She met his gaze without blinking. "Should there be?"
"No. But you seem so tense, so serious."
"Maybe I've been doing some thinking. Wondering what happens after I leave the store at night." She got in her dig. "With all the pretty women customers who come in and all those pretty girls at the check stands, there's no telling what goes on."
He showed no trace of guilt in his face, or in his eyes. He just chuckled amusedly and said, "You don't have any worry on that score."
She continued to hold his gaze intently. "You sure?"
"I'll prove it to you," he replied. He kissed her passionately on the lips and in spite of the coolness she had intended showing him, she could feel her muscles loosening on their own, all over her body, as his tongue snaked its way deep into her mouth.
His fingers coursed downward over her breasts, outside her sheer nightie, his lips trailing after them, kissing her nipples, causing the tremblings of a million unwanted goose bumps. Slowly, his fingers glided beneath the rumpled silk of her nightgown, into the gushy flesh between her thighs. Her back arched like a strung bow as his fingertips brushed over her clitoris.
Now his hands were forcing apart her legs and he wedged his face down between them, his mouth finding her pussylips and urging them to part and accept his wiggling tongue.
Where had all her determination to stop him gone? What had happened to all those carefully thought out plans to make him suffer? Oh God! He felt so good, and with that goodness went all resistance to hold out against him. As his tongue continued to swish back and forth the length of her cuntal slit, her body began to writhe beneath him, her hips bucked and every part of her body became aware of the ticking time-bomb lurking in her belly.
Unconsciously, her velvety cunt-flesh ground up lasciviously against his mouth, low guttural sounds seeping up from her tortured throat. "Awwwww!" She quivered convulsively from her painted toenails to the ends of her blonde hair, her torso arching upwards against his thrill-giving lips and tongue. Then she shuddered viciously as her orgasm tore through her and she collapsed onto the bed.
Through half-closed eyes, she looked up at him and saw him throw off his robe and get ready to mount her. And at that moment she asked him the one question tormenting her mind. "That-that girl in the store-?"
He hesitated, cock in hand, ready to feed it to her. "What girl?"
"Sonia," Mavis replied. "You-you've been making love to her, haven't you?"
He shook his head, and without hesitation, even though there may have been some slight surprise in his voice, he answered, "Love-no. Sex-yes."
Recovered now from her climax, Mavis stared up at him with far more astonishment than he had shown. She asked, "You-you admit it?"
"Why not?" he asked with remarkable calm. "She's young, she's pretty and she wanted it. After all, you've had other men. You even had Paul that day at the lake. You wouldn't want me not to know other girls, other women. How else could I fully appreciate how wonderful you are?"
Mavis kept her eyes fixed on his face. "That's all there was to it?"
"I told you-I'll prove it," he said, and fitted the partly unsheathed head of his cock to her pussy, letting the clinging wet walls of her cuntal passageway work back the foreskin as he pushed into her.
Mavis asked one last question. "Suppose she got caught?"
"No way," he assured her. "I borrowed a leaf from your book, darling, as well as handful of your pills, and spoon-fed them to her myself."
Was that really the only reason he followed Sonia into the warehouse and screwed her? Mavis asked herself. If it were true, and there was no reason for her not to believe him, especially after he had admitted fucking the girl, did it really matter if he had an outside piece now and then, with an occasional girl who might catch his fancy? As he said, she'd had other men, and as long as he continued to take care of her needs, satisfy her the way no one else in the world had been able to, would it do any harm for him to sow a few wild oats, feed a saucer of his male-milk to an occasional thirsty little pussy? It was far better than losing him altogether, and with the difference in their ages and the enviable size of his cock, that was quite possible. She simply would have to try harder and make sure that she remained number one!
With all these thoughts in mind, plus the fact that she knew now she could trust him, that he would never lie to her, she grabbed hold of his bare asscheeks, jammed his cock as far as it would reach into her cunt and shrieked, "Oh, fuck me, darling! Ride me! Fuck me to the moon and back with that wonderful big prick of yours! Oh, yes, yes ... ram it!"
And once again she was lost to the world in an orgasm of orgasms.
