The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often masked by a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
For many, it may take only a small incident to trigger the release of behavior society would label abnormal or perverse. A woman at a cocktail party, for example, may take on all comers, male and female alike, after only a few drinks. Or a man at a strip show during a stag party may suddenly climb onto the stage and perform with the girl in front of his friends.
The protagonist in this story, Helen Simpson, is an outwardly proper and quite normal individual who makes an unusual discovery about herself. She stumbles onto a course of behavior many of us consider perverted. In essence, Helen is like a time bomb, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse her basest instincts.
IN AUNTIE'S PANTIES-a fictional story about a very real facet of society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Helen Simpson slipped a hand between her legs and gently pinched the lips of her cunt. She was horny. If that wasn't bad enough, she was also shivering with anticipation and uncertainty. She had decided to seduce her nephew, and she wasn't at all sure of what would happen.
Helen Was thirty-eight and her nephew, Kevin, was nineteen. She recognized that she was old enough to be his mother. She was, in fact, a sort of second mother to him, since he'd come to live with her while he attended a local junior college.
It's a sin against nature, she thought. And against Kevin's mother, her older sister, Beth.
Helen decided she couldn't help herself. She was caught up in the web of her own lust, and Kevin seemed the best solution to her problem of loneliness and sexual frustration. She'd been a widow nearly fifteen years, and during all that time she'd had no more than a few very brief and very unsatisfactory affairs. The memory of her dead husband, Philip, and her desire to preserve her reputation in town as a responsible and trustworthy attorney always inhibited her. When Kevin had come to live with her a month before, she had immediately found herself turned on to him. She recognized that it was only a matter of time before she succumbed.
The time was here. In a short while Kevin would return home and she would yield completely to the demands of her own feverish lust.
She felt helpless, but the inevitability of it was clear. She suspected that from the first day he had arrived, Kevin had thought about the possibility of fucking her. She could see the look in his eyes, the way he examined her body, and sometimes she even thought she could see the outline of his hard young cock in the crotch of his tight pants.
He was a very mature nineteen-year-old. There was a glitter in Kevin's eyes that was unmistakable-the glitter of a young man experienced in the ways of sex. Teenagers knew so much these days! She tried to imagine Kevin fucking a firm-titted young girl, tried to imagine him doing all the things to a young girl she would like him to do to her. Would he think she was too old for sex? Not from the way he usually looked at her tits and ass and legs!
Helen's pussy quivered when she thought of all the wonderful times she had had with her husband. He had been a good lover. He had taught her all the joys of sucking and fucking. Before he had been killed in that awful automobile accident, she had come to adore sucking his deliciously large cock. She suspected Kevin was as well-hung as Philip had been. She moaned softly as she pictured the boy's cock and balls pink and hard with arousal. She could almost taste his cock in her mouth. How lovely it would be!
Kevin had girl friends. Helen knew that. What she hoped for was the boy's interest in an older woman. She was certain she'd be able to turn him on to the ripeness and maturity of her body. She took good care of that body. She had all the equipment that a woman needs to drive a nineteen-year-old boy crazy.
She opened her robe now and ran her hands over her heavy tits. Every man who had ever seen her naked had told her she had a body built for fucking. They all went wild over her tits. Her pear-shaped tits were big and heavy, with long dark nipples and a slight droop that made him look like ripe mangoes. They were big enough so that when she was really turned on to playing with herself, she could lift a tit and take a nipple into her mouth. She loved doing that. There was something terribly erotic about it, and when her husband had been alive she had often turned him on by sucking her tits while he watched.
Next to her tits, the part of her body Helen was most proud of was her ass. She had a gorgeous firm ass, big enough to attract a second look from any man, but not too big to look bad in clothes. Since her career as an attorney required her to dress conservatively, the beauty of her meaty ass was usually well-hidden by a dress or skirt. It occurred to her now that Kevin was really the only male in a long time to see her ass in a pair of tight shorts like those she wore when she relaxed on weekends. The thought of Kevin's hands on her ass made her shiver with desire.
Opening her legs, she ran both hands along the insides of her thighs and up to her pussy. She could feel the heat from her crotch. She could see how her thick cunt lips were swollen with need. She teased herself by touching the hairy lips of her pussy with her fingertips. Just a touch, no more. She did not want to masturbate-she wanted to save everything she had for Kevin.
If her plan succeeded, they would have the whole weekend together. How delightful it would be to have a man in bed with her again after all these years!
She wondered if she ought to dress up for him. Why not? she thought. He was like a lover, wasn't he? She ought to put on some of the frilly things she had, some of the sexy lingerie she hadn't worn in years. She'd seen some of the magazines Kevin had in his room-many of the girls wore hose and garter belts. Kevin's eyes would pop out when he saw her dressed up like that. She'd be discreet, of course. She'd have her sexy under things covered up by her robe and he wouldn't know until later on.
Moving quickly to her bedroom, Helen fished out a black see-through bra and panty set, a black garter belt, and sheer black stockings. She chuckled to herself as she laid them out on the bed. She wondered if Kevin ever imagined her dressed up like those girls in his magazines. She could show him a thing or two about sexy underwear! Philip had been something of a garter-belt-and-hose freak, and she had always enjoyed turning him on that way.
Slipping off her robe, she began dressing up in her sexy black underwear. Just having the filmy things on her body made her tremble with excitement. The bra, in particular, had a special construction that made her tits look deliciously lewd. The bikini panties did no more than hide her cunt bush and the crack of her ass. The under swells of her ass-cheeks were clearly visible. The sheer black stockings turned her legs into lovely erotic pillars. When she stepped into a pair of mules with three-inch heels, the seductive ensemble was complete.
Putting on her robe again, she returned to the living room just in time to hear Kevin's key in the door.
She quickly arranged herself on the sofa with her robe parted to show the sleek white skin of one thigh above the top of her stocking.
"Hi, Aunt Helen," Kevin said.
"Hello, darling," Helen replied. She caught his hot glance at the opening of her robe and blushed. For a moment she wondered if she'd be able to go through with her plan to seduce her nephew. Then a vision of how his young cock must look when it was thick and hard and thrusting up from his crotch came into her mind and convinced her to carry on. She would have Kevin. She was determined to have him fuck her, to have his body in her hands and the sweet taste of his cock in her mouth and pussy.
He went off to his room, but then returned a few minutes later. There was a glint in his eyes. Her thigh was still uncovered, and now he stared at it boldly. Pretending she did not notice his glance, she seductively crossed her legs to let him see more.
Although only nineteen, Kevin was experienced enough to appreciate his aunt. When he'd first arrived to live with her, he'd been pleasantly surprised to discover how attractive she was. He hadn't seen her in years and he'd forgotten what she was like. He soon found himself turned on by her ripe beauty and preoccupied with thoughts of fucking her. In the beginning he never dreamed it would be possible. For the past few days, however, the way she talked and looked at him made him think she might be interested. He had never fucked a woman as old as his aunt, but he could recognize when a woman was interested.
Smiling as they chatted about his work at school, he sat down beside Helen on the sofa.
"You look very pretty today, Aunt Helen."
Helen blushed. She wondered if he could smell the cunt-juice oozing out of her troubled pussy. God, she was hot! She felt like tearing his pants off and stuffing his cock in her mouth!
"It must be this robe," she said. "I always look good in blue."
"And black underneath?"
"Oh, Kevin, that's private!" she said softly. "Am I forgetting to keep my robe closed?"
"I wish you'd open it more," he teased. "I'd like to see it all."
"Kevin, I'm your aunt," she said huskily.
"Jesus, Aunt Helen, I know you've got underwear on. It's not as though you're naked under that robe. I bet I saw more of you in a bathing suit when we went swimming at the lake last week."
Of course he's right, she thought. The conversations people had about clothes were mostly silly.
"Let me see more," he said.
"Oh, Kevin, I couldn't! I'm too embarrassed!"
"Oh, come on, Aunt Helen. It's just the two of us here. Why can't a guy see his aunt in her underwear? It's too damn hot in the house, anyway, so you just take off the robe and make yourself comfortable. Is that something terrible?"
No, it's not something terrible, she thought. God knows it's what I want to do!
She could not bring herself to do it all at once. Instead, she loosened her robe and let it slip off her shoulders.
"It is hot in here," she said quietly.
Kevin gazed hungrily at the swell of her lush tits encased in her sheer bra. He could clearly see the thrust of her large succulent nipples. The sexy shape of her tits in the imagine black bra was enough to make his mouth water.
"God, you're pretty!" he whispered.
Conscious of the wetness between her thighs, Helen squirmed her ass on the sofa cushion. Her heart pounded with her excitement. Years had passed since she'd had a chance to show off her body like this to a man. Since the bra was practically transparent, Kevin could certainly see more of her tits than he had when they'd been swimming the week before. The hard protrusion of her nipples was an acute embarrassment. At the moment, Attorney Helen Simpson was not presentable at the bar of justice!
Her blood raced when she glanced down at Kevin's crotch and saw the outline of his stiff cock.
God, he looked big! There was really no turning back now. She was too far gone for that. Her mind whirled at the realization that what she had been dreaming about for weeks was finally coming to pass. She reveled in the admiration in his eyes as he continued staring at her heaving tits. She imagined how it would feel to have him sucking on her fat nipples. A shiver of intense pleasure coursed through her body as she thought of his young lips pulling on her sensitive nipples.
"I really ought to cover up," she said weakly, "It isn't right."
"Christ, no!" Kevin groaned. "Open your robe all the way, Aunt Helen. Let me see all of you!"
Helen groaned. She told herself she really wasn't showing him that much. It wasn't as though she'd be naked. It was true her sexy under things were a bit lewd, but he could see more any time he wanted to in a magazine. It was a fact that with her robe off she'd still be more dressed than if she wore a skimpy swimsuit.
Don't be a hypocrite, she thought. You're dying to show him everything!
With trembling fingers, she opened her robe all the way and peeled it off her body.
Kevin's breath blew out between his teeth. "Jesus Christ!" he rasped. "Jesus Christ, what a sight!"
She flushed with pleasure at the lust in his young eyes. Pulling back her shoulders to emphasize her tits, she opened her legs a bit to reveal her panty-covered crotch.
"Do you find your old aunt sexy?" she said in a throaty voice.
"Christ, you're not old, Aunt Helen! You're a dream!"
Her heart pounded as she watched his eyes rake over her body and finally come to rest on the mound of her pussy. She wondered how much he could see through the thin material of her panties. Could he make out her fat swollen cunt lips? Was he aware of how juiced up she was? She flared her nostrils, imagining that she could smell herself, and trembled at the thought that Kevin might detect her scent. Philip had always told her that her cunt-smell drove him wild. Would Kevin react the same way?
The boy's eyes feasted on his aunt's scantily-attired full-fleshed body. Her tits seemed ready to burst out of her flimsy bra. The flesh of her thighs bulged over the tops of her stockings. The exotic smell of perfume and cunt-juice wafted into his nose and brought a shiver to his spine and a throbbing to his cock. He dropped a hand over his aunt's ivory white shoulder and nuzzled her ear.
"You're beautiful, Aunt Helen!"
"A woman always-likes to hear that," she smiled. Then she added: "I don't feel uncomfortable any more having you see me like this. It's not as though I'm naked, is it? We could have a cozy dinner at home, Kevin. We'll order a pizza, if you're in the mood."
She rose up, leaving the robe behind, and walked on her high-heeled mules to the stereo against the wall. Now, for the first time, Kevin saw how lovely her nylon-clad legs looked perched on high thin heels. He also drank in the sight of her ass, so luscious-looking in her flimsy bikini panties, so lewdly framed by the straps of her black frilly garter belt. His cock was now so hard and swollen it threatened to burst out of his pants. With a groan he slipped his hand to his crotch to adjust the position of his bloated cockhead.
Helen turned just in time to see the boy pull his hand quickly away from his agitated prick.
His cock is stiff, she thought. I've given him a hard-on. She had a lewd image of his rampant fuck-meat springing out of his pants, long and hard and dripping juice. God, how I'd love to suck him now! she thought. She could feel her nipples throbbing with desire, her cunthole twitching and gushing juice. Soft music came out of the stereo speakers now, and her body instinctively swayed to the rhythm. Her heart pounding, her eyes fixed on Kevin, she raised her hands to her tits and fingered her stiff nipples through the thin material of her bra.
"I think we ought to have some wine," she said. "You're old enough for that, aren't you, Kevin?"
CHAPTER TWO
Helen brought out some chilled white whine, filled two glasses, and gasped as she handed one to Kevin.
He had his cock out. When her back had been turned, he'd opened his pants and fished out his long hard prick. She stared at it transfixed, the look in her eyes gradually changing from shock to lust.
"Oh, my," she said at last. "That's a beauty, Kevin!"
He grinned. He seemed very much at ease-with himself, and she wondered how many girls he'd shown his cock to like this. He certainly had nothing to hide-it was a magnificent prick, long and thick and capped by a fat mushroom-shaped head. It reminded her very much of Philip's cock. She stared at Kevin's fuck-meat now, and her pussy quivered with hunger and flooded her panties with cunt juice.
"You really turn me on," he said. "You really do, Aunt Helen."
"That's obvious," she laughed. Then she added: "I don't think we ought to be doing this, but I'm afraid I can't help myself."
She was still standing there in front of him, her legs slightly apart and her belly thrust forward. Sliding her hands up to her tits, she cupped and squeezed them through the flimsy fabric of her bra. Kevin's response was to close his fist around his cock and slowly pump it.
"You're playing with yourself!" she said in a weak voice, her eyes riveted on the lewd motion of the boy's hand.
He tossed her a sly laugh. "I guess I can't help myself, either, Aunt Helen!"
"You're a nasty boy!" she teased. "I suppose you want me to strip for you, like the girls in those places downtown."
"I wouldn't mind that. Maybe you could just take off your bra and show me your tits."
How aggressive he was! She loved it. It made her feel like a young girl, like a female slave revealing her body to some Oriental sultan. She no longer had fears about whether he would like her body. She could see the lust in his eyes, the hot lust of a boy looking at the body of a mature woman. With trembling fingers she undid the clasp of her bra and dropped the garment off her tits.
Kevin caught his breath as he gazed at his aunt's large heavy tits. Each melon-like globe was capped with an enormous brown nipple that vibrated with the movements of her body. He'd never seen tits as luscious and beautiful as these, not on any of the girls he knew, not anywhere! He'd known all along that his aunt had big tits, but seeing her naked flesh for the first time was a tremendous thrill.
He had two hands on his cock now, his fingers slowly stroking his foreskin up and down over his cockhead. Helen had eyes for nothing but that rosy fat cockhead, that delicious-looking knob whose slit was oozing clear cockjuice. She thought of all the things a woman could do with a cock like that, all the ways to play with it, suck it, and fuck it. She wondered how much cream he had in those big hairy balls. How shameful it would be if he brought himself off with his hand and she lost some of his jism into the air!
Moving her hands up from her waist, she hefted the weight of her tits, cupped the heavy globes and offered them to him.
"Do you like them?"
His reply was the croaking sound of a deep groan as he lurched off the sofa and took her in his arms. Lowering his head, he fastened his lips on one of her long nipples and began hungrily sucking at it. He mauled the other tit with his hand, squeezing and fondling and pinching until Helen mewled with pleasure.
The feel of his wet cock pressing against her belly made her tremble. She moved her body against his rigid fuck-meat, hesitantly at first, and then with more gusto. Whatever reserve she had was quickly swamped by the heady feeling of unbridled lust which suffused her mind and body.
"Oh, God, do my other tit!" she crooned. "Suck it hard!"
Kevin immediately moved his slobbering mouth to do her bidding. The abandoned nipple was left swollen and raw, dripping with his warm saliva. The sensitive spike of flesh now tingled in the aftermath of his forceful suction.
A sigh of contentment came out of her throat when his hands finally moved to her ass. Having her ass-cheeks mauled by a man's hands had always delighted her. Kevin rolled her panties down until the full globe of her ass-cheeks were uncovered, and then he began kneading her meaty ass with his strong young hands. His fingers gradually slipped further and further into the deep dark crack between her asscracks, until at last he boldly rubbed a fingertip over the tight puckered ring of her ass-hole.
Helen moaned with delight at the audacity and lewdness of his probing finger.
Pulling his mouth off her tit with a slurping noise, Kevin rolled her panties down her thighs and legs and helped her step out of them. He gazed hotly at the dense bush of cunt hair that covered her crotch. Helen blushed as she felt a fresh flood of cunt-juice gush out of her pussy to stream down the insides of her thighs. Was Kevin aware how wet she was? Would he be turned off by her thick slippery cunt-juice? She wanted his mouth. Breathing heavily as she gazed down at him, she used her hands to pull his face against her cunt bush.
He was no novice. He knew what she wanted, and his eager tongue soon had sounds of ecstasy gurgling out of her throat. He continued sucking up the cunt-juice drooling out of her hairy pussy until her knees were weak and she had to push him away in order to lie down on the sofa.
"But I want some more of that," she said. "You don't mind, do you, Kevin?"
Raising her knees and opening her thighs, she offered him her ripe steaming cunt.
"Eat it!" she hissed. "Suck my pussy, darling!"
If he was shocked by her abandonment, he showed none of it. His young eyes drank in the sight of her nylon-clad legs pulled back to show the hairy nest of her cunt and ass-hole. Helen shivered as she watched his fist slowly masturbate his thick hard cock.
"Please!" she breathed.
"Tell me again," he said. "Tell me what you want, Aunt Helen."
"Please eat my pussy!" she groaned. "It's been so long! Please, honey, I need it badly!"
Kevin's eyes glittered as he moved into position. He'd had fantasies about lapping his aunt's cunt, but he'd never dreamed they'd come true. Her pussy was just like he'd imagined it-thick-lipped and fleshy and drenched with juice. He'd sucked pussies before, but never the cunt of an older woman. There was a ripeness about his aunt's cunt that made him almost feverish with lust. Her thick drooping cunt lips glistened with a sheen of milky juice. The long shaft of her clit ended in a fat pink knob that seemed to beckon to him. He could see her cunthole, a dark pink-red hole filled with whitish syrup, and it was there his tongue probed first.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Helen groaned as the boy's tongue slithered into the hot grip of her cunt-mouth. She felt so completely wanton, lying there with her legs spread open and her nephew's mouth fastened to her gaping hole. It was hard to believe the reality of what was happening. So many years had passed since her cunt had had a good sucking, she'd almost forgotten how marvelous it was! There was something special about the act, something deliciously primitive. She never felt more like a woman than when a man had his mouth filled with her cunt-flesh. She gazed down fondly at Kevin's young head between her thighs. Her legs looked so terribly wanton in dark nylons! It seemed so lewd to have a nineteen-year-old boy sucking her pussy while she wore a garter belt and stockings! She began bucking her ass, pumping her cunt against Kevin's sucking mouth, grinding her cunt-meat against his nose and lips and tongue.
"Suck me!" she crooned. "Suck my pussy! Eat me!"
Sliding her hands down over her belly and into her crotch, she pulled her cunt lips open to show the boy the wet red meat of her cunt. It was too much for Kevin. Overwhelmed by the urge to suck his aunt's ripe hairy pussy, he swooped his mouth down and began gobbling her juice-drenched crotch.
Helen moaned, bucking and grinding her hips to get the maximum friction on her quivering clit. She grabbed his head, fondled his ears, ran her fingers through his curly dark hair. She wanted very much to watch his lips and tongue working on the meat of her cunt, but the position they were in made it difficult and she had to be content with feeling his mouth and listening to the sounds he made. She was thankful he was experienced enough to pay attention to her clit. Was there anything in the world more wonderful than having a cute-looking boy like Kevin munching her cunt lip, guzzling her cunt-juice, and massaging her clit with tongue?
She didn't come. She thought she would, but then she decided to forego the pleasure, to wait until she had him upstairs in a bed. She gently pushed him away and rose up from the sofa.
His mouth glistening with cunt-juice, Kevin's eyes moved from her tits to her cunt and back to her tits again.
"Did I do something wrong, Aunt Helen?"
"Of course not, honey , " she said. "I just thought we'd be more comfortable on a bed."
"Let me suck your tits again before we go upstairs."
"No," she said with a teasing smile. "You get all the goodies in my bedroom. Come along, lover boy!"
It turned her on to act lewd and cunty, to taunt him with the hanging melons of her tits. Hefting the weight of her tits in her hands, she tugged out her long nipples and chuckled at the way he cursed under his breath. Men were so easy to manage-stick a fat tit in a man's mouth and he turned into a meek little lamb. She was thankful that God had given her heavy ripe-looking tits, the kind meant for sucking and fucking. She'd won more than a few cases in her career as an attorney by pulling her shoulders back at the right moment.
When Kevin rose up from the sofa, he still had his cock sticking out of the fly of his pants. She hadn't touched him yet, thinking she ought to wait, but now the temptation became too great and she reached out to run her fingers over the stiff meat of his rampant prick.
"Oh, that's a nice one!" she crooned, a bit drunk with the feel of his hot fuck-pole in her hand. She milked him gently, not wanting him to spill his jism so soon, but delighting in how obviously sensitive he was to stimulation by her hand. A large drop of clear cockjuice oozed out of the slit in his rosy cockhead and fell to the floor. She slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth over the flared rim of his cockhead and looked into his eyes.
"Do you like this?"
"You know I do!" he grinned.
"We shouldn't be doing this. It's a sin."
"Bullshit, Aunt Helen!"
"You shouldn't talk like that," she smiled, "but I suppose I don't mind."
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she sat down on the sofa and leaned forward to press her face against the hot flesh of his cock.
The lusty male smell of his prick and balls was delicious. She remembered seeing his cute little pecker for the first time when he was just a few months old, and now here he was all grown up with a long thick cock and a pair of big hairy balls.
She sniffed at the base of his cock and then underneath in the crotch hair at the top of his balls. Sliding her fingers up between his thighs, she lifted his balls to her mouth and kissed the wrinkled soft skin of the sac that held them.
The abundance of randy male meat pressed against her face made her giddy. She teased him by plastering little kisses along the lower half of his cock and the top of his balls. She loved jiggling a man's balls with her fingers, probing his eggs and tickling underneath between his balls and his ass-hole.
Kevin groaned when she finally moved her lips up to his bloated cockhead and took half the length of his cock deep in her mouth.
He realized immediately there was something special about the way she worked her mouth on his cock. She was a mature woman, old enough to be without inhibitions about cocksucking, and she did not mind having him see how hungry she was for his fuck-meat.
Her eyes closed, her nostrils flared, her lips stretched into a clasping ring, she gradually worked her mouth down to the base of his cock until she had his fat cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat. After the deepest penetration possible, she slowly pulled back, leaving a trail of her saliva on his throbbing cockshaft.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.
He looked down, his eyes feasting on the sight of his aunt's mouth stretched wide by the thickness of his cock. He'd had more than one girl his own age go down on him, but somehow this was infinitely more exciting. His aunt was gluttonous. She sucked hard, moving her mouth up and down his cockshaft, slurping her tongue over his cockhead when she pulled back, squeezing and tugging at his balls with her hand.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he began gently rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with a slow rhythm.
Helen's blood raced with a feverish excitement as she allowed her nephew to take over things and fuck her mouth with his lovely thick cock. She hadn't allowed a man to do that to her since Philip. Mouth-fucking had been one of their favorite games, and she had come to adore it as a wonderful substitute for cunt-fucking. At least once a week Philip had fucked her mouth and flooded her tonsils with a tremendous load of his hot jism. They usually mouth-fucked when there had been no sex for a few days, since that meant she could have the pleasure of a real gush of his tasty cock-cream.
Thinking of Philip now, she automatically did to Kevin what it had been her custom to do to Philip. Moving her fingers under Kevin's swollen balls, she began probing the tight ring of his ass-hole.
If anyone I know could see me now, they would say I've gone crazy, she thought. There she was, Helen Simpson, Attorney-at-Law, sitting on a sofa wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and high heels, pushing her finger up her nephew's ass while he fucked her mouth with his cock.
She began fucking his ass-hole with her finger. She could tell by the way he responded that he hadn't had much experience with that sort of thing. The young girls he dated were probably too unsophisticated to be aware of the possibilities of a man's ass-hole. Philip had taught her to finger-fuck his ass-hole, and although in the beginning she had done it for his pleasure, it wasn't long before it became a turn-on for her as well. She enjoyed the power she had over a man when she had a finger up his ass.
Kevin was shuddering and groaning as his cock pumped her mouth and her finger pumped his ass-hole. Helen caught the first vibrations in his balls that signaled he was about to come, and she readied herself by pulling her mouth back and sucking only the knob of his cock.
A moment later, clenching his teeth and groaning, Kevin began pumping spurt after spurt of thick hot jism down her throat.
Mewling with delight, she sucked hungrily on his spewing cockhead and squeezed his young balls to get all he had to give.
At the end she saved up a mouthful of his cum and rolled it over her teeth and gums to get the full taste of it before finally swallowing it down. When she at last turned her head away from his cock, she blushed at her gluttony for the boy's fresh young jism.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, Jesus, that was good!" Kevin groaned. "You give great head, Aunt Helen!"
Holding his balls in her left hand, Helen looked up at him, There was no mockery in his eyes, only satisfaction and calm appraisal that made her feel very feminine. Tenderly cradling his balls in her hand, she jiggled them lightly.
"Do your girl friends to that for you?"
Kevin chuckled. "You mean suck? Sure they do. Every girl I know gives head, but none as good as you, Aunt Helen. That was super!"
She squeezed his cockhead and watched a final drop of jism ooze out of his pisshole. Conscious of his eyes on her, she leaned forward and lapped up the milky drop with her tongue.
She was past the point of no return now, she knew that. She was now involved in an incestuous affair with her nephew, and whatever remorse existed was overshadowed by her determination to have herself thoroughly fucked. His hard lean body turned her on as she hadn't been turned on in years. The fact that he was only nineteen, that he was her nephew, made it so much more exciting. Even his lack of innocence appealed to her. There were all sorts of things they could do together!
Helen wanted very much to take him up to her bedroom now, but the quivering of her pussy distracted her and she could no longer resist touching herself. Continuing to hold his hairy balls in her left hand, she slipped her right hand between her thighs and fingered her meaty, juice-soaked cunt lips.
Did she dare masturbate in front of her young nephew? The idea was so shocking and exciting, she found it impossible to resist. Fluttering her fingertips over her drooping cunt lips, she finally pried them open and probed the quivering mouth of her cunthole. She scooped out some thick cunt-juice with a fingertip and smeared it over her clit.
"Christ, that gets me hot!" Kevin hissed. He gazed down at her, at the way her heavy, big-nippled tits hung down like two ripe melons, at the way her juice-coated fingers moved between the lips of her hairy cunt. He'd seen girls bring themselves off, but never a woman like his Aunt Helen. She was so damn sexy! He remembered the feel of her finger up his ass, the way she'd reamed his ass-hole while sucking his cock. The memory slowly hardened his cock again and tightened his balls still cradled in Helen's hand.
"I can't help myself!" Helen moaned. "You don't mind, do you, darling? I need some relief. I'll have just a little come, just a little one to simmer me down. Otherwise, I don't think I can make the stairs to the bedroom! We're sinners, aren't we, Kevin? We'll roast in hell for this, but I don't care!"
Her tits jiggled in a crazy dance as she rubbed herself faster and faster to a climax. First came a series of small shudders, and then a rasping moan as the orgasm shook her body. It was over very quickly.
"Delicious!" she said. She looked at
Kevin's face and blushed, and then she leaned forward and affectionately kissed the knob of his hard cock. "Upstairs now," she said. "I want us on a bed."
She rose up, unsteady on high heels, aware of how wanton she looked wearing nothing but a garter belt and nylons. She walked ahead of Kevin, thrilling at the feel of his eyes on her naked ass. Did her ass turn him on? She couldn't resist wiggling a bit to entice him further.
Kevin was more than just enticed. As he followed his aunt up the stairs, his eyes on her ass, he felt as though he were under a spell. The gentle wobbling of the globes of her ass-cheeks was unbearably beautiful. He'd never been much of an ass-man-the girls he knew all had small compact asses-but now that he had his aunt's meaty ass swaying in front of his eyes he was beginning to see the possibilities. Near the top of the stairs he found himself with his face almost touching her ass, and he suddenly grabbed her thighs and nuzzled his nose into the deep dark crack between her asscheeks.
Helen froze on the top step, holding her body motionless as her nephew lewdly pushed his face against her ass. Her knees felt weak and her heart pounded as she reached her hands back to pull open her ass-cheeks. She waited expectantly, hoping and shuddering, her legs slightly apart, her body bent slightly forward. The first touch of Kevin's tongue on her ass-hole made her squeal with delight.
"Oh, you nasty boy!" she laughed.
She pulled away from him, fearful that she might lose all restraint and make a pig out of herself. It was good to tease him a little. She now knew that she'd be able to get him to fuck her in the ass. The thought of her tight ass-hole sucking the jism out of his cock brought a soft moan out of her throat.
Inside the bedroom she climbed on the bed and posed for him with her legs spread obscenely open and her hands shaking the globes of her tits.
"Come over here!" she cooed. "I want my hands on your prick!"
He stood beside the bed with his hips thrust forward and his cock and balls dangling near her face. She played with him. His hard young cock was standing almost straight up, and from underneath it looked enormous. His balls also looked huge, big and swollen with cockjuice. When a drop of his cockjuice appeared at the slit of his cockhead, she dabbed it off with a fingertip and rubbed it over one of her thick nipples.
"You can put your cock between my tits," she said. "Would you like that?"
He grinned. Climbing over her, he settled his cock and balls between the creamy mounds of her tits. Using both hands, she pressed her tit-flesh together to make a warm cavern for his throbbing cock.
"Such a lovely cock!" she said huskily. "Move up and let me suck it a little. That's it. God, what a luscious prick! I'll just take it in my mouth for a second."
She was careful not to excite him too much. She wanted his second load somewhere else beside her throat. When she finally pulled her mouth off his cock, he shifted off her body and told her to turn over.
"What?"
"Turn over on your belly, Aunt Helen."
Giving him a coy look as she rolled over, she said, "Are you going to do nasty things to me again?"
Kevin straddled Helen's legs and gazed down at the billowing mounds of her ass. He ran his hands over the contours of her ass-cheeks and finally pulled them open to expose her ass-hole. She had fine black hair growing in the crack of her ass and around her tightly closed ass-hole. He grinned as he watched her shit-hole suddenly push out and flare open.
Opening and closing her ass-hole by flexing and relaxing her ass muscles, Helen wriggled and squirmed on the mattress. How delightful it was to offer her ass to her nephew like this! She remembered the way Philip's moustache had always tickled her ass when he sucked and tongued her brownie.
Kevin slipped a hand underneath and wet one of his fingers with her cunt-juice. Moving his finger up the crack of her ass, he probed and pushed it into her shit-hole.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she groaned. "Oh, God, what are you doing? Oh, my! Be careful, honey! Oh, yes! It feels good! Easy, baby! Nice and easy!"
He began a steady fucking of his finger in and out of the tight hot grip of her rubbery ass-hole. He found it difficult to believe the reality of it all. He'd never dreamed the day would come when he'd have his aunt like this, have her flat on a bed grinding her ass while he fucked her ass-hole with his finger. He'd had his finger up the asses of a number of girls, and there was no question in his mind that his aunt's ass-hole was bigger and more loose. She had obviously been fucked in the ass many times. He giggled softly at the thought, quaking with anticipation and wondering if he ought to ask her permission.
As if reading his mind, Helen pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Then she lowered her shoulders and raised her ass up in the air to offer it to him.
"Do it!" she groaned.
"Where, Aunt Helen? Where do you want it?"
"Oh, sweet Jesus in heaven!" she groaned. "Put it in my ass, you silly goose!"
The boy giggled. He decided to tease her, to drive her wild, to make this one of the memorable fucks of his life. There was just no comparison between fucking a woman like Helen and a teenage girl. Look at the way her tits hang down! She reminded him of a cow, with her big ass and big tits and meaty thighs. Pulling his finger out of her ass-hole, he wiped it off on the bedsheet and curved his body over Helen's back. He pressed his face against her neck and whispered in her ear.
"When was the last time you were fucked in the ass, Aunt Helen?"
She groaned. "Oh, God, this is no time to talk about that, Kevin!"
His hands clutched her hanging tits, his fingers pulling down on her nipples. "Tell me," he said.
"It's been a long time," she moaned.
"Please, Kevin, if you're going to do it, do it now!"
Holding his cock with his fist, he centered his cockhead on the puckered ring of her ass-hole and pushed in. It was easy. She opened to his cock like a hot flower, moaning and gasping as he pushed his throbbing fuck-meat into the steaming depths of her hungry shit-tube.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck my ass!"
His teeth clenched in a grin of wild delight, his blood racing, his hands squeezing the hanging fruit of her fat tits, Kevin began pumping his thick cock in and out of his aunt's quivering ass.
"Oh, Kevin!" she moaned.
He pulled back to look down at the incredibly delicious sight of his cockshaft sliding in and out of the stretched ring of her ass-hole. She had taken him without any grease, without even any spit, and yet now her ass-hole sucked on his cock like a tight hungry mouth.
"Move your fucking ass!" he hissed.
She thrilled at his need to dominate her. His cock felt marvelous as it reamed out her shit-chute with a steady rhythm. She felt as though she had a baseball bat pushing in and out of her ass, but there was no pain, only a hot wonderful sensation of being stuffed and fucked. Resting her weight on her shoulders, she reached a hand back under her belly and grabbed hold of Kevin's swinging balls.
Things will never be the same after this, she thought. It wasn't like fucking an ordinary man. This was family. In any case, she'd never let any of the men since Philip fuck her in the ass. Some had tried, but she never allowed it. It was one thing to offer a man her pussy, but her ass-hole was something special, and as much as it gave her pleasure to have a cock in there, she would not yield her ass just because a man wanted it. The ease with which she'd given up her ass to Kevin amazed her. That first lapping with his tongue had done the trick. There was no way she could refuse him after he'd licked her ass-hole with his tongue. Did Kevin know that? If so, here was a nineteen-year-old boy who knew more about women than all those men she'd known. God, he was a delicious little fucker! He stroked her just right-not too fast and not too slow. She wondered if he could see her shit on his cock. He probably could. The idea that her nephew could see her shit on his cock made her quake and shudder with lust.
I'm acting like a crazy slut! she thought. But how she loved it! Monday morning she'd be back at her office practicing law, but now she was busy having her ass-hole reamed out by her young nephew's cock!
Suddenly releasing his balls, she slammed two fingers inside her cunthole. She began probing and stretching her cunt-channel, fucking herself to the rhythm of the pistoning of his cock in her ass. How lovely it was that the first time they did it she had him up her ass instead of her cunt. She realized now it was what she'd wanted all along. Philip used to call her a hot-assed woman. He always told her she got more pleasure out of her ass than out of her cunt. Maybe it was true. She was certainly having the time of her life at the moment!
"I'm going to come, Aunt Helen!" Kevin groaned.
"Yes!" Helen cried. "Shoot it, honey! Fill my ass! Give it to me!"
Letting out a roar like a mad bull, the boy began pumping her ass in frenzy. He was certain this was the best fuck he'd ever had. He blasted what seemed like a bucket of jism into the hot tunnel of her shit-canal. Helen gyrated and squirmed her meaty ass, sucking on his cock with her rubbery ass-hole to drain the last drop of cream out of his balls. The furious pounding of her ass-hole coupled with the friction of her own hand in her cunt quickly brought her off, so that she was able to come with him, crying out and groaning, her body heaving in a tremendous climax.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, that was heavenly!" she groaned as they rolled apart.
"Yeah!" Kevin gasped as he stretched out on his back with his eyes closed. "What a fuck!"
Feeling motherly, Helen went off to the bathroom and returned with a wet cloth to clean up his cock and balls. When she had all the shit and cunt-juice and jism wiped away, his limp cock pink and clean, she lowered her head and sucked his fruity cockhead into her warm mouth.
She marveled at his youthful vigor. He was getting hard again! She opened her mouth wider, pulling her lips over her teeth and letting the head of his cock fuck into her mouth as he slowly pumped his hips up and down.
"Oh, shit, that's good! That's wild, Aunt Helen!"
When she had his cock up long and hard and throbbing as though he hadn't fucked in a week, she straddled him, positioned his cockhead at the mouth of her juice-drenched cunthole, and gobbled up his rampant fuckmeat with her cunt-mouth.
She began rocking her body, slowly fucking her cunt up and down on the boy's hard young cock. Her melon tits swayed like heavy bells, their long nipples beckoning to his lips. When he opened his mouth, she leaned forward and dropped a tit between his lips.
"Suck it!" she breathed.
She remembered watching him sucking milk from her sister's tit when he was an infant. She had always regretted not having a child. How marvelous it must be to give milk like that! But she had Kevin now. She could pretend he was a baby sucking milk from her tit. Did babies have such marvelously thick cocks? Really, Helen, you're a sketch! she thought with a soft giggle. She pumped harder, fucking his cock with her cunt and watching the response on his face. He was near. Pulling his mouth away from her hanging tit, he closed his eyes and started groaning.
"So soon?" she teased. "Come, baby, come! Let me have it! Shoot it into me!"
Heaving and grunting, the boy reared up his ass and shot his load into the sucking hole of his Aunt's cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Helen opened her eyes in the morning, she at first found it difficult to remember the events of the previous evening. Then it all came back to her and she groaned. Had it really happened? As if in answer to her question, Kevin, who was sleeping beside her, turned and pressed his morning hard-on against her ass.
Was he still asleep? The feel of his hard cock wedged in the crack of her ass was delicious.
Whatever guilt she had about what had happened quickly disappeared. Snuggling back against him, she moved a hand down to her crotch to toy with her cunt lips. She liked to masturbate in the morning, to play with herself just long enough to get her tension level up, but with her nephew's hard young cock behind her ass she knew she would need more than just her fingers.
She squirmed her ass gently against Kevin's cock until he groaned and slipped his hand over her side to grab one of her tits. He squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple, and then moved the same hand down to her ass. A moment later, before Helen could protest, he had his cock pushing into the elastic ring of her ass-hole.
Helen groaned with surprise and pleasure.
She was truly in the boy's power. He hadn't even said good morning to her yet and here he was with his cock in her ass! God, how good it felt! She wriggled her ass, bucking her hips as she fucked his cock with her shit-tube.
Kevin suddenly began a hard pumping of his cock in and out of her ass. He grabbed her hips with both hands, grunted, and pistoned his fuckmeat in her shit-hole with a trip-hammer. A moment later he groaned and emptied his balls in her bowels.
Helen was disappointed. The fast fuck had ended before she'd had time to do anything to her cunt. Her clit was screaming for attention. She winced when Kevin playfully pinched her ass and jumped out of bed.
"Got to run, Aunt Helen," he said. "I've got things to do in the school library. That was a neat fuck!"
Neat fuck, my eye! she thought. He'd left her with a sore ass-hole and an empty cunt. She groaned as she heard him turn on the shower in the bathroom. Rolling over on her back and kicking the cover away, she ran her hands over her body, over her tits and belly and finally down to her pussy.
Helen Simpson, you're a slut! she thought.
She giggled as she began fingering her cunt. She thought of Kevin's beautiful pink cock, how it stood straight up when it was hard. Only young cocks stood up like that. She'd like to suck his cock while she brought herself off with her hand.
Her cunt was a swamp, hot and slimy, its thick juices flowing out over her fingers. It always amazed her that a man would be willing to put his mouth down there and suck her hole. She groaned as she remembered how Kevin had sucked her pussy. Girls these days didn't know how lucky they were. In her time it was rare to find a boy willing to go down on a cunt.
Slipping one hand under her ass to pull open her cunt lips, she pushed three fingers of the other hand into her gaping wet cunthole.
She was in the mood for a solid cunt-fuck, a hard pounding with a stiff cock, but her fingers would have to do. Damn Kevin and his library! This was Saturday and she needed relaxation! He was sure calling the shots, wasn't he? It's what you want, she thought. She'd always wanted to be dominated by a man, and so far Kevin seemed to be doing a good job of it!
He stopped off in the bedroom before leaving for the college. She opened her legs wide to show him her cunt, but he just laughed and said he'd return in a few hours. When she heard the front door close, she shoved her fingers inside her cunt again and began seriously fucking herself.
* * *
As he walked along a tree-lined street to the college, Kevin thought about his aunt with a satisfied smile. He'd left her high and dry on purpose. When he returned home later, she'd be drooling for a fuck. His cock twitched as he remembered the squeezing grip of her hot ass-hole. He wondered how many of the guys he knew could boast about fucking an aunt in the ass. It was obvious that he could do anything he wanted with her, tell her to do anything and she'd go along with it. The idea that his luscious Aunt Helen was his sex-slave made his balls rattle with pleasure.
The first person Kevin saw in the library was Mrs. Barthelme, his history teacher. Now there was a juicy-looking bird! He often wondered what it would be like to fuck her brains out. He thought about Mary Barthelme's mouth ringing his cock, and the result was an instant hard-on.
"You're practically licking your chops," a girl's voice whispered.
Kevin turned to find Christie Davis in the chair beside him. She was a slender blonde girl with big tits and a hot pussy. They'd been dating a few months and he'd discovered she was one of the hottest fucks on the campus.
"I'm just looking," Kevin whispered back with a grin. "Mrs. Barthelme sure has a nice ass!"
They were alone at one of the tables in the library and no one could hear them if they spoke in whispers. The table also covered the lower half of their bodies, which allowed
Christie to put her hand on the bulge in Kevin's crotch and squeeze his cock.
"What do you know about Mrs. Barthelme's ass?" she teased. "You can't tell from that dress she's wearing."
"I just use my imagination," Kevin snickered.
"Don't you like my ass?"
Christie's fingers found the zipper of his fly and pulled it down. Kevin hunched forward to make sure no one could see anything as she brought his cock out of his pants.
"Jesus!" he breathed. "You'll get us thrown out of school!"
"No one can see," Christie giggled softly.
Sitting back to give the impression there was no contact between them, she gently milked his cock. Kevin uttered a quiet groan and yielded to the exquisite pleasure coming from her fingers. Christie had a deft touch rare among girls her age. She worked his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead with an easy, expert rhythm.
"Would you like to fuck Mrs. Barthelme?"
"Sure," Kevin chuckled. "Who wouldn't?"
"You're a fink!" Christie said. "You're not supposed to say that!"
She began pumping his cock now, using all of her fist, squeezing and pulling on his thick cylinder of hot cock-meat. She had jerked him off enough times to know what it took to bring him off. Kevin groaned in a sudden panic when he realized she wanted him to shoot his load.
"Jesus fucking Christ, stop it!" he hissed. "You'll get me in all kinds of trouble!"
"I'll cap it," Christie giggled.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I'll take it in my mouth when you come. Just let me know when it's time. Are we seeing each other later on? I'll come to your place, if you want. Your aunt won't mind. She seems nice."
"Yeah!" Kevin gasped. "She's very nice! Shit, here it comes! Take it, bitch! Take it!" , Christie bent down to get her mouth on his cockhead just in time. A gush of hot jism erupted out of his knob to fill her mouth and splash out between her sucking lips. She sucked and swallowed until she had all of his load, and then she sat up and dabbed at her mouth with a kleenex. Kevin was frightened to death they'd be discovered, but no one in the library seemed aware of them.
* * *
And so it was that later that afternoon
Helen found herself sitting in her living room with Kevin and his girl friend. She'd met Christie only once before, but the girl seemed nice enough and she couldn't blame Kevin for wanting the companionship of a girl his own age. The problem was that Helen had been looking forward to a solid fuck-session with Kevin and now that seemed unlikely. She had expected the boy to return home alone, and she'd even worn a sexy dress to get him in the mood. The dress had a neckline down to her waist and every time she moved her braless tits threatened to fall out of it. She had nothing on under the dress except thigh-high stockings, nylons with elastic tops that could be worn without a garter belt. Her pussy was bare and quivering and sopping wet.
Helen thought Christie Davis looked sweet and innocent. It was true she had big tits, but her face was almost angelic. She was therefore surprised when in the middle of a story about one of their teachers, Kevin's hand dropped over Christie's shoulder to fondle one of her tits through the wool of her sweater.
Maybe kids are like that these days, Helen thought.
Then Christie put her hand on Kevin's crotch, directly on the obvious bulge of his cock and balls, and Helen decided it was really more than she could bear.
"I think I'll go up and read," Helen said, rising up from the sofa and straightening her tight dress.
"Stay here, Aunt Helen," Kevin said.
There was no pleading in his voice-it was a direct order. Turning, Helen looked at Kevin and then at Christie. There was a glitter in their eyes, partly amusement and partly something else. Helen suddenly felt uneasy.
"Don't the two of you want to be alone?"
"Hell, no," Kevin smirked. "Anyway, Aunt Helen, Christie knows about us two. She's my girl and I tell her everything."
Helen's heart sank as she looked at Christie. "You mean...? "
"I know you and Kevin have been fucking," Christie giggled.
Helen groaned and slumped down on the sofa beside the blonde girl. She closed her eyes. "Oh, God, I suppose it was only a matter of time before Kevin would tell you. It's all my fault, isn't it?"
Christie's reply was to cup her hand over the swelling mound of one of Helen's heavy tits.
Helen's eyes flew open with astonishment. At first she thought it was Kevin's hand, but when she looked down she saw the slender hand of the blonde girl squarely on the globe of her tit.
In all her adult life, Helen had never been touched by a woman like this. She looked at Christie and blushed.
"Are you a lesbian?"
Christie giggled and pulled her hand away. "Of course not! I just wanted a feel, that's all. You've got a gorgeous pair of boobs!"
"Show us your tits, Aunt Helen," Kevin said.
There was a firmness in his voice that left no room for argument. Later she would tell herself that she ought to have stopped things at that very point, but the fact was that she felt a strange compulsion to obey. It was almost as if they'd woven a spell over her. She didn't believe in such things, but there it was. Her mind in a daze, she slipped her dress off her shoulders and exposed the heaving globes of her heavy thick-nippled tits.
"Yummy!" Christie laughed.
The blonde girl moved to sit on the other side of Helen, and now the older woman found herself sandwiched between the two teenagers. In a moment she had the exquisite pleasure of both their mouths sucking and chewing on her long hard nipples.
When they came up for air, Christie lewdly smacked her lips and giggled at the blush on
Helen's cheeks.
"Luscious boobs!" Christie said.
"Maybe you better take off that pretty dress before you ruin it," Kevin chuckled. "Come on, Aunt Helen, show us the chassis!"
Helen felt as though she'd been suddenly thrust into the middle of a wild dream. Was it really happening? The strangest thing of all was her own desire to be as lewd and sinful as possible. The fact that Kevin was ordering her to do things made it easier. Shuddering with her own rampant lust, she rose up and peeled off her dress.
"Oh, Jesus!" Christie laughed. "Look at the stockings! She sure is sexy!"
Giddy with the whorish feeling swamping her mind, Helen slowly turned on her high heels and showed them her body. When she'd made the full circle to face them again, she found Kevin with his long hard cock sticking out of his pants.
"Let's have some head, Aunt Helen. Show Christie how good you are."
There was no way to resist. Even if she suddenly decided not to do it, she was sure they would find some way to force her. In any case, just looking at his swollen pink cock made her mouth water and she certainly did want to suck him.
Lowering herself to her knees on the rug in front of the boy, she leaned forward and gobbled his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Soon the only thing that mattered was the hot male meat stretching her lips and jabbing at the back of her throat. She sucked and slurped over his cock, not caring that beside her the blonde girl was watching with gleaming eyes, even happy that another woman was there to witness the way her mouth worked on her nephew's lovely fuck-pole.
"Now me!" Christie hissed.
Helen pulled her mouth off Kevin's cock with a wet sucking noise. She thought Christie wanted a turn at the boy's prick, but when she looked at Christie she found that the blonde girl was completely naked and had her legs drawn up and apart. Using both hands, Christie held open her pink cunt lips and smiled at Helen.
"Let's see if you're as good with pussy as you are with cock!" Christie cooed.
Helen blanched. She stared at the young girl's gaping pink cunt. There was hardly any hair on Christie's cunt lips, just a few blonde curls that looked as fine as silk. Christie's fingers had the pink pearl of her clit protruding out and quivering. Below her clit gaped the ragged hole of her cunt-mouth, now brimming with milky cunt-juice.
A wave of revulsion washed over Helen. A man might enjoy sucking the pretty teenager's cunt, but she was a woman and she was disgusted by the idea.
"I won't do it," she said.
Kevin leaned forward to grab one of her hanging tits and cruelly pinch her nipple to the point of pain.
"Do what she says, Aunt Helen. Otherwise I'll tell my folks all about yesterday."
His threat was serious, and Helen shuddered when she realized the bind she was in. She looked again at Christie's gaping cunt. Whitish juice was now oozing out of the girl's cunthole to stream down into the crack of her ass.
I'll hold my breath, Helen thought. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed and avoided breathing in too much it wouldn't be so bad.
With a whimpering moan of defeat, Helen crawled over on her knees and slowly lowered her mouth to the blonde girl's open pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
They took turns using her mouth, forcing her to move back and forth between Christie's cunt and Kevin's cock.
The warm smell of Christie's cunt was a shock at first, but after awhile Helen was accustomed to it. The taste of the girl's cunt-juice was mild and slightly salty. Helen was surprised to discover that licking a cunt wasn't so bad after all. It didn't turn her on, but doing it certainly wasn't as horrible as she'd thought.
Kevin forced her to go all the way down on his cock, down far enough so that his cockhead threatened to choke her. Each time she pulled back up, a flood of saliva gushed out of her mouth to stream down the shaft of his cock.
"You sure know how to suck a cock!" Christie giggled at Helen. "Come on over here and do my clit now."
Once again Helen shifted from one crotch to the other. Once again she closed her lips around Christie's stiff quivering clit and sucked it until the blonde girl moaned. That was exciting. It thrilled Helen to be able to wring cries of pleasure from the girl. It gave her a sense of power. She might be dominated by the two teenagers, even abused by them, but she still had the power to give them pleasure, which meant she had power over them.
The thought of what she must look like, kneeling on the rug naked with her make-up smeared with cunt-juice and cockjuice, made Helen cringe.
It was Kevin's idea to fuck Helen from behind while she ate Christie's cunt.
"That sounds neat!" Christie laughed. "But first I'll help you stick it in!"
The blonde teenager was fast becoming drunk with power and lust. She hadn't believed Kevin when he told her he was fucking his aunt. After that turned out to be true, she hadn't believed there would be a wild orgy like this. It was one thing to have a hot suck-and-fuck orgy with her friends, but to do it with an older woman like this was far out. Helen was old enough to be her mother! She's beautiful, Christie thought. She wished she were a man so she could fuck Helen the way Kevin was now planning to do. Helping Kevin put his cock into his aunt would be a crazy turn-on.
They made Helen kneel on the rug with her head and shoulders down and her ass in the air. The boy and girl came around behind to squeeze and fondle the older woman's ass. Helen had long since abandoned her high-heeled shoes, but she was still wearing her nylons and the white skin of her meaty ass looked luscious above the dark nylon of her stockings.
"I've never seen a cunt from the back like this," Christie said with serious voice.
Kevin chuckled. He had all his clothes off now, and his cock was like an iron bar, stiff and throbbing and anxious to get some flesh around it. He'd never dreamed he'd be able to get his aunt and Christie fucking at the same time. Watching Helen lick Christie's pussy was a great thrill. Would Christie return the favor? After gazing down at Helen's fat hairy cunt lips pouting between the underslopes of her ass-cheeks, he turned to Christie and grinned.
"Lick her pussy," Kevin said.
Christie looked at him with wide-open eyes. Then she looked down at Helen's upturned thick-lipped cunt and blushed.
"Oh, wow!" Christie exclaimed softly.
Acting as though she were in a trance, the blonde teenager lowered herself to her knees behind Helen's ass. She stared at the dark hairy lips of Helen's cunt and the winking brown ass-hole above it. Placing her hands on the backs of Helen's thighs, she slowly ran her fingers up to the plump mounds of Helen's ass-cheeks. With a soft moan of surprise as her own emotions, she leaned forward and tickled her tongue between Helen's drooping cunt lips.
Helen gasped. She knew it was Christie's tongue. She'd heard Kevin tell the girl to lick her pussy, but she never thought Christie would do it. The feel of the girl's warm wet tongue delicately probing between her cunt lips was exquisite. The pleasure, unfortunately, was brief, as Christie pulled her mouth away and insisted Kevin use his cock.
"I really want to see that," Christie said. "I want to watch you fuck her."
Kevin was more interested in watching Christie suck his aunt's cunt, but he decided he'd get Christie to do that some other time. His cock needed attention anyway. His pisshole was dribbling cockjuice in almost a steady stream.
Christie grabbed his cock and positioned his swollen cockhead between Helen's drooping cunt lips.
"Just a few strokes," Kevin said. "I'm going to give it to her in the ass."
"Jesus!" Christie hissed. "I've never seen anyone get it in the ass!"
Helen did not know whether to be humiliated or excited by the idea of Christie watching while she took Kevin's cock up her ass. She would have no shred of dignity left after that. The craziest thing of all was that it turned her on. Did she need dignity? About the only thing dignity had ever brought her was a great deal of loneliness. Now she was giving up a little dignity and in return she had these two kids making her wild with pleasure. Her cunt was soft and wet and hot, and the idea of once again taking Kevin's fat cock up her ass made her even hotter.
But first he fucked her cunt. He pushed his cock into her sopping cunt channel and began stroking her with long hard strokes that brought soft moans out of her throat.
Christie was mesmerized by the sight of Kevin's thick cock splitting Helen's beaver, by his fuck-meat slowly pistoning in and out of his aunt's drooling cunt. She'd seen people fucking before, but never like this, never so close up where she could see and smell and almost taste cock and cunt. Helen's cunt seemed to suck on Kevin's cock. When he pulled his cock back, his cockshaft came out glistening with his aunt's cunt-juice. Hesitant at first, then more sure of herself, Christie ran her fingertips along the shaft of Kevin's cock, and then around the rim of Helen's thick-lipped cunt. When she pressed her thumb down on the stretch of skin between Helen's cunthole and ass-hole, Helen moaned and shuddered with pleasure.
Clenching his teeth, Kevin abruptly pulled his cock out of his aunt's cunthole, shifted his cockhead to the wrinkled brown muscle of her ass-hole, and forcefully slid his fuck-pole into the hot rubbery grip of her shit tube. One long stroke. His balls slapped against Helen's cunt as Christie groaned with amazement and lust.
"Oh, God!" Helen panted. "Fuck me, Kevin! Fuck me!"
She no longer cared that Christie was watching at all. Her ass-hole felt stretched a mile wide and she could feel the boy's cock right up inside her belly. For the first time she realized that she actually had more feeling in her ass than in her cunt. She could feel all of his cock, every ridge and vein, every inch of him. It felt good. It felt so good that if that moment someone had told her she was condemned to be fucked in the ass exclusively the rest of her life she would accept the sentence as a gift.
Now Christie came around to put her head down close to Helen's face.
"How does it feel?" Christie said.
Helen managed a moan. "Haven't you ever...? "
"Sure," Christie said. "But I'm still asking."
"It's good!" Helen groaned. "It's so gooood."
"He's big."
"Yes!"
Christie shifted and twisted her body into position, and a moment later Helen found herself with her face pressed against the blonde teenager's steaming cunt.
Mindlessly sticking out her tongue, Helen began licking and sucking the girl's slimy pussy.
The excitement of being with two women at the same time added to the sucking hot grip of his aunt's ass-hole made it impossible for Kevin to hold out much longer. He wanted it to last forever. He was willing to be permanently embalmed like that, his cock imprisoned in his aunt's shithole while she sucked his girlfriend's cunt. With a raucous grunt trumpeting out of his throat, he began shooting his load into Helen's hot bowels.
Helen quaked. She felt her nephew coming and the image of his hot jism squirting up her shit tube made her cunt spasm and gush. She chomped and sucked Christie's slushy cunt-smelling pussy until the blonde teenager cried out and came on her face.
* * *
Helen somehow managed to crawl away to her bedroom to rest. She couldn't take any more, at least for a while. She also had to get her head in order, to make some sense-out of the craziness she had just left in the living room.
She washed her pussy and ass with soap and water, cleaning off all the cunt-juice and jism and traces of shit pulled out of her ass by Kevin's cock. She felt fucked out, her cunthole and ass-hole merged in her mind into one huge hole that was now loose and satiated. She'd had her ass-hole reamed out now three times in two days by Kevin's cock, and her poor little brownie was sore. So many years had passed since she'd had regular ass-fucking with Philip that even if her ass-hole had been stretched before, Kevin's was a new cock and she probably had to be broken in again.
like a horse, she thought.
She loved it. All she had to do was think of his cock pushing up her ass and her cunt twitched in sympathy. It was truly a little crazy that the cock belonged to her nineteen-year-old nephew, but the fact that such a thing was forbidden by society made it all the more exciting.
Thinking about Kevin's age reminded Helen of Christie. This afternoon had been a first, the first time she'd sucked a pussy and had hers sucked in return, although Christie had really done more licking than sucking. It hadn't been all that bad, certainly not disgusting, and maybe even a little pleasurable. A woman's cunt was more raunchy than a man's cock, but once you submerged yourself it was nice. As far as having her cunt licked by another woman, Helen decided she could go for that any time. Butch lesbians turned her off, but a pretty young thing like Christie sucking away at her dripping cunt was something else. Pinching her puffy cunt lips, Helen told herself she could go for more of that.
When she returned to the living room, Helen found Christie sucking Kevin's cock.
Kevin was stretched out on his back on the rug. Kneeling between his legs, bent over double, Christie was slowly bobbing her mouth up and down on his long prick.
Helen sat down in an easy chair behind Christie and feasted her eyes on the blonde girl's upturned ass and bobbing back.
It was nice. It was very nice. The pink slit of Christie's cunt and the tight brown ass-hole above it looked delicious. Helen could understand why a man would want to suck and kiss and slobber over that lovely crack.
Leaving her chair, Helen squatted down behind Christie and ran her hands over the girl's firm round ass.
Christie could say nothing because her mouth was stuffed with Kevin's cock, but she wiggled her ass to let Helen know she liked it.
Helen caressed and fondled the blonde girl's ass-cheeks as though she were feeling the form of a piece of sculpture. The girl's skin was like marble, soft and silky and stretched tight. Moving a hand between Christie's thighs, Helen pulled her fingers up between Christie's pouting pink cunt lips.
This time Christie mewled with pleasure, the sound muffled by Kevin's cock.
Helen slipped her free hand down to her own cunt and began fingering her cunthole and clit. Her eyes gleaming, she pushed her index and middle fingers into Christie's dripping cunthole.
It's like I'm fucking her, Helen thought.
She had never had her fingers inside a cunt before. The heat and softness were marvelous. She began slowly stroking her fingers in and out of the teenager's cunt, turning and twisting them like a screw.
When Helen pushed her thumb into Christie's tight ass-hole, the blonde girl pulled her mouth off Kevin's cock and wailed.
"Oh, shit, that's good! She's got her fingers up my cunt and ass! Finger-fuck me! Do it hard!"
Her cunt pounding with the excitement of fucking the teenager with her hand, Helen began pumping her fingers in and out of Christie's cunthole and ass-hole.
Her lips stretched in a wide ring around Kevin's throbbing cock, Christie groaned at the exquisite sensation of having her cunthole and ass-hole reamed out at the same time by Helen's fingers. Kevin's spongy cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat reminded her that she had all three holes plugged. She wanted Kevin's jism. She wanted his hot cream spurting out of his cockhead and sliding down her throat. She loved draining the spunk out of a boy's balls, milking his cock with her sucking mouth until he had nothing left.
His hands folded under his head, Kevin heaved and squirmed his crotch under Christie's ravenous mouth. Of all the girls he knew, Christie was definitely the best at sucking cock. She was like a hungry little animal once she got started. She had once sucked him off four times in one day. Still, if he had his choice, he'd rather be sucked off by his aunt. Blasting his load down Helen's throat was a crazy thrill that had never seemed like a real possibility. It was difficult to believe that was really his aunt squatting behind Christie with her fingers flying in and out of his girlfriend's cunthole and ass-hole!
Her fingers still working on Christie, Helen had managed to get a finger into her own ass-hole with her free hand. It was something she did only rarely when she masturbated, but seeing her finger pistoning in and out of Christie's sucking ass-hole had produced a compulsion to do it to hersef.
I'd like to fuck her in the ass with a cock, Helen thought.
The idea shocked her. Was this really Helen Simpson, Attorney-at-Law? She giggled and screwed her fingers into Christie more vigorously. Then she suddenly pulled her thumb out of the girl's ass-hole and stared down at the gaping brown shitter.
I'll roast in hell for this! Helen thought.
She didn't care. With a soft cry, she lowered her head and plastered her sucking mouth over Christie's twitching ass-hole.
CHAPTER SIX
On Sunday Helen awakened in a fit of depression and guilt. She avoided Kevin all day, hoping he'd understand. She was thankful he seemed listless and uninterested in anything except watching television.
On Monday she had a boring day at the office preparing two real-estate deals, and by the time the afternoon arrived she felt restless and decided to go home. She was horny again. She'd put off admitting it to herself, but as she parked the car in the garage she decided it was silly for a woman her age to deny the needs of her body.
I'm a ripe woman with a ripe pussy that has to be taken care of, she thought. The only trouble was that boys looked more and more interesting to her than men.
Kevin had informed her in the morning that he'd be home late. She hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but now that she needed him she was irritated. She fixed herself a martini and thought of his young hard cock stroking in and out of her hot wet cunt.
She needed a cock.
As she glanced out of the living-room window, she saw a boy on the other side of the street walk into a house. She knew him. He was a teenage kid named Jerry and he lived there across the street. She'd seen him looking at her more than once through one of the upstairs windows in his house while she was puttering with the grass on her lawn. He was a pleasant kid, a little shy, and they were more or less friendly. The idea of fucking him had never before entered her mind, but now it was there and she found herself trembling with anticipation.
She knew that if Kevin found out he'd be angry as hell, but she decided the risk was worth it.
She wondered what it would be like to fuck such a young kid. Jerry would be inexperienced, maybe even a virgin, and she'd be able to do anything she wanted with him. The idea of it was thrilling.
She telephoned him. He was very surprised when she told him who she was.
"I thought you might be able to help me with my television set," she said. "The picture seems to have gone crazy."
"Sure, Mrs. Simpson. I'll be right over."
As easy as that. She tingled as she put the phone down. Hurrying to her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes, sprayed cologne on her crotch hair, and slipped into a clinging robe that showed off the curves of her tits and ass.
Checking herself out in the mirror, she smiled at her image and told herself that in spite of her age she had more than enough to drive a boy wild.
Then the front doorbell rang, and a moment later Jerry Walsh was in her living room.
He wore a tee shirt and tight jeans that showed a hefty bulge at the crotch. With his freckles and bashful eyes and sun-tanned muscles, he looked delicious.
"I hope I'm not taking you away from your school work," she said.
He told her he'd finished all his homework. His eyes bashfully raked up and down her body, and he blushed when he noticed the way her nipples pushed against the thin material of her robe. Helen wondered if he ever jerked off while thinking about her. The idea of a boy his age doing that-beating his meat with her image in his mind-seemed terribly exciting. The thought of his hand pumping up and down on his pink cock brought a gush of cunt-juice oozing out of her pussy.
There was nothing wrong with the television set, but he fiddled with it for five minutes, adjusting the tuning and playing with the aerial. His head kept turning to her, his eyes glancing at her tits. She talked steadily, chatting about trivia, just to keep things going. When he finally rose up saying the set was okay, she offered him a root beer, her heart pounding with hope that he'd accept and stay awhile. So many years had passed since she'd flirted with a boy his age, she had no idea any more of how it was done.
"Okay," he said.
He drank out of the can of root beer while standing up.
"Sit over here next to me," she said. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed and her robe partly open to show one of her bare knees. The front of the robe was loose enough so that if he really looked he could see the swell of her tits.
When he sat down next to her, she asked him about his girl friends. Were they pretty? Did they have nice figures?
"I don't know too many girls," he said.
She put her hand on his thigh, squeezed his firm muscles, and gradually worked her hand up to the bulge in his crotch.
"I get lonely sometimes," she said. Then she added: "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Sure," he groaned.
"Well, why don't you kiss me? Don't you want to do that?"
A gargling sound came out of his throat as he slammed his arms around her and mashed his mouth against hers. She managed to get her tongue into his mouth, and while she massaged his gums she opened his fly and fingered the hard length of his cock through the material of his jockey shorts.
Finally she pulled her mouth away. "Your jeans are too tight," she chuckled. "You'd better do it yourself."
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Simpson!"
"Call me Helen. Don't you like me?"
"Sure, but..."
She stopped all the buts by loosening her robe and slipping it off her shoulders.
His eyes widened at the sight of her heavy thick-nippled tits jutting out like two ripe melons.
"Jesus!" he hissed.
She held her tits in her hands, milking out her long nipples and watching the glittering lust in his eyes.
"I'll kill you if you don't take your pants off," she said calmly.
He blushed. His eyes locked on her tits, he frantically began stripping off his jeans. He had his jeans down at his ankles and his fingers unlacing his shoes, when she stopped him.
"That's enough," she said. "You don't have to take them all the way off, at least for now."
The front of his jockey shorts was stretched out of shape by his stiff cock. She ran her fingertips lightly over the outline of his fuck-meat and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Don't you want me to see it? Slip your shorts down, honey."
Raising his ass off the sofa, he slipped his shorts down to his knees.
He had a lovely thin cock capped with a gorgeous pink mushroom-shaped head. His balls were tight and almost hairless.
"That's a beautiful cock," Helen said. "Is it as sweet as it looks? I'm going to suck it. Would you like that?"
"God, yes!" he groaned.
Lowering her head to his lap, she gobbled up his succulent cockhead. She swabbed her tongue over his knob, tickled his pisshole, and drooled out enough saliva to get him wet. Then she pulled her mouth away and looked down to watch her fingers playing up and down his fuck-pole.
He was very nervous. She liked that-she liked the feeling of having control of things. She pulled his hand up to her tits and giggled softly when he groaned with pleasure.
"I like having my tits sucked," she said. "You can do it, if you want."
He needed no more encouragement, and a moment later he clamped his mouth over one of her heavy tits and began sucking at it as though he expected to get milk from her nipple.
"Gently," she said. "Keep sucking, but be gentle."
After awhile she made him move to the other tit. He sucked and slurped like a hungry baby, and she decided that maybe he'd never had a full-grown tit to suck on before. She finally pushed his head away and bent down to his cock again.
When she squeezed his cockhead, a drop of pearly jism oozed out of his pisshole. She swiped it up with her tongue and ran it over her lips. Then she closed her mouth over his swollen knob and began rhythmic sucking and pulling on his warm cock-meat.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Christ, that's good!"
He had an adorable cock. She couldn't remember when she'd last had a cock this thin in her mouth-certainly not for years and years. As thin as it was, his cockhead was full size, so that what he had was like a plum on a stalk, a sweet juicy fruit just made for sucking. A woman's mouth is made for sucking, she thought, for sucking juicy cocks. Wasn't that why women wore lipstick? Her mouth was really very much like her cunt, except that with her mouth she could do much more to a boy's randy throbbing prick.
Working her tongue over the crown of his cock, she dribbled saliva out of her mouth, bathing him in her warm spit.
She had one hand holding the base of his cockshaft, and now she used the other hand to fondle his pretty pink balls, his tight hairless balls that felt so bloated with his young jism.
It was different than with Kevin. Jerry was more of a boy and that made it so damn exciting.
I'm like a vampire, she thought, only I suck jism instead of blood.
When she pushed her finger into his sweet little ass-hole, he let out a loud groan and started coming.
"AAAAARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned.
His load was heavy and thick, and she had to swallow in great gulps to avoid choking. She drank down what seemed like a bucketful of his warm ropy jism. She lost count of how many times he spurted. At the end she carefully milked his cock to get the last drops out of him, and then she pulled her mouth away and swabbed her tongue over her lips.
"Did you like that?"
He groaned weakly. "Oh, Christ, yeah!"
"You can stay a while, can't you?"
"Yeah," he said. "But I have to piss."
Helen chuckled. He was so damn cute, she could eat him up. "Come on, I'll hold it for you," she said.
The idea that she might want to hold his prick while he pissed made him giggle. She helped him work his shoes and jeans and shorts off, tied her robe up again to tease him, and walked with him to the bathroom. He was completely naked from the waist down, his cock jiggling like a pink flower, and she couldn't resist putting her hand on his bare ass and squeezing his lovely firm ass-cheeks. She worked her middle finger into his crack and tickled his ass-hole.
"Do you like that?"
"It feels funny, but I guess it's okay."
Inside the bathroom he flinched and stood still when she pushed her finger up his ass.
"What are you doing?" he moaned.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Do you want to piss now? Let me hold it for you."
Standing behind him, the finger of one hand drilled up his ass, she slipped the other hand down over his belly and lifted his cock in her fingers. A moment later he relaxed his muscles and started pissing like a horse into the toilet bowl. Each time the stream stopped, she could feel his ass-hole contract on her finger.
"Delicious!" she crooned.
She flushed the toilet, pulled the cover down, and made him sit on it. Stripping off her robe, for the first time she showed him all of her naked body.
His eyes went immediately to the dense bush of hair covering her cunt.
Raising up one leg, she planted her foot on his knee, peeled open her cunt lips with her fingers, and pushed her pussy toward his face.
"Kiss it!" she hissed. "Eat some hair-pie, honey!"
When he wrinkled his nose and made as if to turn his head away, she grabbed his ear and pulled his face against her cunt.
"Suck it, you little bastard! Suck my pussy!"
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Simpson, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Haven't you ever eaten cunt before?"
"Shit, no!"
"I don't believe you."
"It's true!" he protested.
"I ought to piss on your face!"
"God, you're crazy!" he cried. "I'm getting out of here, lady! You're a fucking nut!"
Pushing her away, he scrambled out of the bathroom. She ran after him, pulling on his arm, begging him to change his mind.
"I didn't mean it!" she wailed. "I don't know what got into me! Come into the bedroom and I'll suck your cock again and then we'll fuck. That's what you want, isn't it? Don't you want to fuck me?"
"You promise?"
She convinced him by taking hold of his hand and pulling it against her cunt. He yielded the moment his fingers touched her wet cunt lips.
"You see how hot I am for you?" she cooed. "I'm all wet and dripping. Come on, honey, let's fuck!"
In the bedroom she sucked his cock a while, kneeling between his legs on the bed, and then she sat up and began rubbing her pussy. She laughed when she saw the way his hot eyes fixed on her hand.
"You do it, too!" she breathed. "Let's do it together!"
His face flushed and his eyes looking as though he were hypnotized, he slowly pumped his stiff cock and watched her masturbate.
"I'm getting my pussy all worked up for you," she cooed. "All hot and juicy. You've never seen a woman do his, have you, honey? Well, we do it just like the boys, except instead of a prick we have a little joy-button down there. Mine is out now. There it is, all pink and quivery. Can you see it?"
"Yeah," he groaned. "Let's fuck, Mrs. Simpson. Please!"
Smiling, her eyes glittering with lust as she wiped her cunt-juice on the head of his cock, she squatted over him and slowly impaled herself on his fuck-pole.
The boy let out a deep groan of pleasure as she settled down on his hard young cock.
When she had his cock thoroughly captured, his cockhead probing deep inside her cunt, she leaned forward and dropped a long thick nipple into his mouth.
She rocked back and forth, her cunt sucking on his cock as his mouth sucked on her nipple.
That was how Kevin found her when he walked in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Punish me!" Helen wailed.
She lay on the bed, fearful of Kevin's anger. Jerry had long since fled the house in terror at the wrath of the older boy.
"You're a horny bitch, Aunt Helen."
It's true, she thought. She was turning into a nympho. Even now, as she looked at Kevin, she was once again thinking about fucking. Her pussy was dripping, cunt-juice wetting the insides of her thighs as she watched her nephew strip off his clothes. The way he dominated her turned her on, made her clit quiver with anticipation.
He approached the bed now, moving in until his cock waved like a huge club over her face. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her face up to his crotch.
"Suck my cock, Aunt Helen."
He had been playing softball and the musky odor of sweat wafted up from his cock and balls. She pushed her nose under his cockshaft to sniff his ball-sac, to get the full smell of him, and then she pulled back and sucked his cockhead into her wet mouth.
It felt good to have his cock in her mouth again. Jerry's younger cock had been fun, but not nearly as juicy as Kevin's. She slurped over her nephew's thick cock, bobbing her head up and down and drooling saliva out of the corners of her mouth. Kevin was her master now. She moved a hand up to cradle and jiggle his heavy balls, then slipped a finger back to tickle his ass-hole.
He heaved a short grunt as she drilled her finger into his shit-tube.
"Yeah, baby! You know how! Here it comes!"
Thick spurts of hot jism began gushing out of his cockhead to slide down her throat. She sucked hard, pulling on his prick with her lips and teeth, trying to get all of his load. At the end she gently squeezed his balls and tugged on his ball-sac until the last drop of his jism oozed out on her tongue.
"That's what I call a good blowjob," he said as he pulled his limp cock out of her mouth. "You like sucking cock, don't you, Aunt Helen? The next time I catch you fooling around with that kid across the street I'll break your fucking nose. You don't want to go into court with a busted nose, do you, Aunt Helen? When you want cock, you come to me, and if I'm not around, you wait. You hear me, Aunt Helen?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Now we're going to take some pictures."
"Pictures?"
"Yeah," Kevin chuckled. "Beaver shots. You ever pose for a camera, Aunt Helen? I bet you'll get turned on."
He was right. He made her dress up in a garter belt, and high heels, and nylons, parade around the living room like that, and before he ever snapped the first picture with his Polaroid camera her pussy was quivering and as hot as a toasted marshmallow.
He had her sit in an easy chair with her legs draped over the sides and her cunt open and wet. She held her tits in her hands and smiled for the camera.
She knew that sooner or later he would show the pictures to his friends, but she didn't care. The thought of all those boys getting stiff cocks just by looking at a picture of her cunt was exciting.
Cunt and ass. He took pictures of her ass, too. He had her bend over with her ass facing the camera and her hands pulling her ass-cheeks apart. Her pussy was so wet the juice was flooding out to run down the insides of her thighs to the tops of her stockings.
He finally put the camera away, and while she was bending over, he came up behind her and shoved his hard cock deep inside her cunt.
"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Kevin!"
He did just that, a brutal fuck, a fuck that rattled her brain and made her shake and shudder, and at the end he abruptly pulled his cock out of her cunt and slammed it into her ass-hole. She was unprepared for it and it hurt, but he didn't give a damn. He stuffed her shit-tube with his hot cylinder of throbbing fuck-meat, and soon the joyous feel of it, the feel of being penetrated and stuffed and stretched, drove her crazy.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" she cried. "FUCK MY
ASS! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Afterward he told her some of his friends would be getting a turn at fucking her.
* * *
At first she rebelled. Then Kevin threatened to make copies of the pictures and send them to her friends downtown. The thought of some of the other lawyers in town, or even some of the judges, seeing pictures of her with her cunt and ass completely exposed turned her insides to jelly. Her legal career in this town would be ruined, and she'd have to start all over somewhere else.
It was blackmail, but she'd brought the whole mess on herself and the boy was only partly to blame. He was a mean little bastard and she had put herself in his clutches.
"Okay," she said finally. "But I want the pictures."
So it was that the next day when she returned home from the office she found Kevin and another boy waiting for her in the living room.
They were drinking beer. The boy's name was Elmer and he was as big as a house. He was so big, he hardly fit in the easy chair that held him. She learned that he was a fullback on the school football team and that he had the biggest cock on the campus. He had vacant eyes and a stupid face, and Helen cringed at the way he leered at her.
'I'll take a shower first," she said.
"Fuck that," Kevin growled. "Show Elmer your tits."
She felt like an Arab slave girl at the mercy of two sheiks. With trembling fingers, she peeled off her blouse and unhooked her bra.-
"Jesus!" Elmer croaked. "Look at the tits!"
He reminded her of an ape. His hands looked big enough to squash her head. She imagined he had a cock a foot long and as thick as her wrist. She trembled at the thought of Elmer splitting her open with his huge slab of fuck-meat.
"Go on!" Kevin urged. "Give Elmer a feel, Aunt Helen. Don't be bashful!"
He's treating me like a little girl, she thought. Her spine tingling, she moved closer to Elmer, stood between his knees and leaned forward to hang her heavy tits in his face.
"Jesus, what a pair of jugs!" Elmer grunted.
He grabbed one tit in his massive hand and brought the nipple to his mouth. Her cunt quivered as she watched him close his lips over her long thick nipple and pull it out. Then his mouth came off with a wet popping noise and moved to the other tit. He sucked and chewed a while, and then pulled his mouth away and grinned at Kevin.
"Can I fuck her tits, Kevin?"
"Shit," Kevin replied. "You can do any fucking thing you want. But let her get her clothes off first. Get bare-assed, Helen. Show Elmer what you've got."
She was turned on now. Maybe it was the idea of being treated like a slave, or maybe it was just the thought of having two healthy boys fuck her brains out. She knew that was what would happen. They would fuck her until she was senseless, fuck her cunt and her ass and her mouth until she was cross-eyed. As she stood there in the center of the living room, peeling off the rest of her clothes, teasing them by doing it slowly, the only thought in her mind was to quench the fire that was now raging in her cunt.
I'm as hot as a bitch-dog in heat, she thought. The idea of it brought a soft giggle to her lips as she turned to show Elmer her pussy.
Spreading her legs a bit while she was standing, she peeled open her cunt lips and showed him some of the red meat inside.
"Sweet Jesus!" Elmer groaned. His eyes fixed on her gaping cunt, he rubbed the huge bulge in his crotch.
"Bring it out!" Helen said in a half-whisper, her eyes glittering as she tried to estimate the size of his fuck-pole from the bulge in his pants.
Snorting, his lips pulled back to show his big front teeth, Elmer pulled his zipper down and fished out the biggest cock she'd ever seen.
A horse-cock, a monster cock, the whang of an elephant. She stared at it with parted lips, a flushed face, and a pounding heart. If it wasn't a foot long, it wasn't much less than that. The shaft was at least as thick as her wrist and the red cockhead was as big as an apple. He was uncircumcised, his foreskin pulled down now into a thick roll of skin behind his huge cockhead.
"Holy Mary Mother of God!" Helen whispered. She had no idea how Mary was supposed to help her at this moment. She would have to do something with that cock, get him off some way or the other, maybe even take part of it in her poor little pussy. She had never thought of her pussy as being either poor or little, but faced now with this monster of a cock, her pussy seemed like a frail little hole completely inadequate for the job.
Elmer closed the big ham of his fist around his cockshaft and slowly stroked himself. His balls were still packed away inside his pants. She was curious, even eager, to see them, but she was afraid to ask. If he had a set of balls to match the size of his cock, she might go crazy with lust, turn into a nympho sex-freak and fuck herself to death.
"You could kill a woman with that thing," she said with awe in her voice, her eyes still hypnotized by the size of the massive column of cock-meat in the boy's fist.
Elmer looked anxious. "You don't have to take all of it," he pleaded. "No girl ever takes all of it. I wish they would, but they can't. I can't help it if I've got a big cock. I still like to fuck like everybody else."
"I bet you do," Helen said. She wasn't thinking about Kevin any more. At the moment she didn't care about him. She had this huge slab of meat in front of her eyes, this crazy salami of a prick, and this poor boy who she guessed had never had his cock all the way inside a woman's cunt.
At least I'll try, she thought. Half of it was just the challenge and the other half was sheer lechery, a yearning to have her cunt stretched a mile wide by cock-meat. Maybe it would be the end of her. Here lies Helen Simpson, Attorney-at-Law, felled by the biggest cock in the world.
She slipped down on the rug, kneeling between his legs, resting her elbows on his knees in a pose that she knew resembled someone praying. She was praying to Almighty Cock, to the biggest cock of them all, that grand cock up in the sky that had somehow come down to Earth to sit in front of her face like a mammoth ice-cream cone.
Leaning forward, she began licking the juice off the the knob of Elmer's cock.
His supply of cockjuice seemed endless. As he became more and more excited by the feel of her tongue on his knob, the clear fluid poured out of his pisshole in a steady stream. His pisshole looked unbelievably big, and when she probed it with her tongue, she discovered she could get a good part of her tongue-tip inside it.
Giggling softly, she tongue-fucked the slit of his cock. v
Could she get him in her mouth? She could not resist accepting the challenge, although it looked as though she'd never get more than his cockhead past her lips.
She tried. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, so wide that her jaws hurt, and slowly slipped her lips over his huge bloated cockhead. Because the meat of his cockhead was spongy, she was able to squeeze all of it past her lips, but she could get no further than the roll of foreskin behind it. His warm throbbing cockhead stuffed her mouth like a delicious fruit.
She suddenly wanted his balls in her hand. Smacking her lips as she pulled her mouth off his cockhead, she told him to bring his balls out.
"I like the way you suck," he grinned.
"Let me see your nuts."
"Sure, lady, anything you say!"
Out came a thick wrinkled sac filled with two balls the size of chicken eggs. His balls were almost too big to hold in the palm of one hand, so she held both hands under them while she jiggled and played with his jewels. It occurred to her now that if he had jism to match the size of his balls, she'd get more spunk out of him than she'd ever had from a man before. She found the idea exciting.
"Listen," she said, "I can't really blow you, you're just too big, but maybe you can jerk off and come in my mouth. I'll drink your cum. Would you like that? We can try fucking later. I don't know if I can get all of it in my pussy, but we can try. Okay?"
His reply was a huge grin and a lewd stroking of his massive cockshaft. Once again she stretched her mouth over his cockhead. She soon realized that if he did the pumping, each time his fist came up he'd be bruising her lips. She pushed his hand away and took over. She had to use both hands. The feel of the massive slab of throbbing fuck-meat under her fingers was marvelous.
Her mouth capped over his swollen cockhead, she stroked the silky skin of his cockshaft up and down.
"Oh, yeah!" he hissed. "That's the way!"
How exciting it was to bring off this huge hunk of cock, to feel his meat trembling under her fingers as she gradually worked him up to a come! It didn't take long. She soon had him grunting and groaning, and then suddenly he grabbed the arms of the chair and stiffened his body.
"Aaahhh, shit! Aaaaaggghhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
He shot off so hard, she thought he was pissing in her mouth, but the taste and feel of it told her it was jism, more jism than she'd ever imagined could come out of a cock. She washed her teeth with it, swallowed great mouthfuls of it in a frenzy, in a wild delirium of sucking and slurping, and at the end she got some of it up her nose and she almost choked.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelled. "What a blast!"
When she recovered, her face flushed and her lips smeared with his sticky jism, she made him take off all his clothes and stretch out on the rug. She began working on his cock, pumping him with her hands and sucking and licking with her lips and tongue.
"Come up again," she pleaded. "Get hard!"
The crazy thing about his cock was that when it was soft it was almost as long as when it was hard. She pumped and squeezed and sucked, and gradually his cock-meat stiffened again into a throbbing hard-on.
Climbing over him like a rider mounting a horse, she straddled his waist and positioned her cunt over his cock. She maneuvered her body until she had his cockhead pressing against the socket of her cunthole. Thank God she was so wet! She pushed down, holding her breath and clenching her teeth, hoping her tissues would stretch enough to take him.
Oh, yes! He was going in! His huge wonderful crazy cock was stretching her cunt and pushing in!
"Oh, my God!" she cried.
"You got it all!" Elmer groaned. "Jesus Christ, you got it all!"
Helen moaned, almost at the point of fainting with ecstasy. When she turned her head, her eyes met Kevin's. He grinned. He came around behind her and pushed her forward. Her cunt still stretched by Elmer's horse-cock, she gasped and leaned on his chest.
"Yes!" she screamed.
Grunting like a bear, Kevin drilled his cock into the hot rubbery tube of her ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now that Kevin had experienced the joys of fucking an older woman, he began to look around at the women he knew more carefully. One woman he'd had his eye on for a long time was his history teacher, Mrs. Barthelme.
Her name was Mary, but he knew that her friends called her Mimi. She was about his aunt's age, except that she had blonde hair and she was a little heavier than Helen. Not fat, just a little heavier, and all in the right places.
She had big tits and a very curvaceous ass. Whenever he looked at her ass, he imagined how it would look without clothes and how delicious it would be to spread her gorgeous ass-cheeks and fuck her ass-hole until she went wild with pleasure. He told himself that any woman with an ass like that had to love ass-fucking. Mrs. Barthelme was always so prim and proper, with her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun, that the thought of her bending over to take a cock up her ass was enough to give Kevin a bone-hard cock. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, until he decided he had to find out what kind of sex life Mimi Barthelme actually had.
Kevin knew Mrs. Barthelme had a husband and a teenage son, and that she lived in a big house in a quiet section of town not far from his aunt's place.
Late one evening he took a long walk and found the Barthelme house. There was quite a bit of ground in the back filled with trees and shrubbery, and it was easy for him to get in there and have a look at what was going on inside the house.
Only two of the windows showed lights. They turned out to be windows of the same room, a small bedroom, and what Kevin saw as he crouched there in the darkness made his heart pound and his breath gurgle in his throat.
Mimi Barthelme was sitting on the edge of a bed with her blouse unbuttoned and pulled out of her skirt and her tits hanging naked and free. Standing between her legs was a boy whom Kevin recognized as Mimi's son, Ronald.
Mrs. Barthelme had her son's cock in her mouth.
There was no doubt about it. They had their profiles facing the window, and Kevin could see everything as clearly as if he were inside the room.
The thrill of seeing such a prim and proper woman like Mrs. Barthelme doing something so lewd and prohibited excited Kevin and made his cock as stiff as a bar of iron. Unzipping his fly, he pulled his cock out and began slowly jacking off.
As Mimi Barthelme bobbed her head up and down on her son's cock, she held his balls in her right hand and clutched one of his ass-cheeks with her left hand. Kevin watched her lips. She had very full lips and they looked luscious stretched like that around the shaft of Ronald's cock.
Then the rhythm of Mimi's sucking increased, Ronald threw his head back and began humping his crotch against his mother's face, and Kevin guessed that the kid was shooting off his load down his mother's throat.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Kevin whispered aloud. He pumped his cock vigorously, stiffened, and dumped four thick spurts of jism on the grass.
Mimi was now wiping her mouth with a kleenex. She was talking to Ronald, and the window was open enough so that Kevin could just make out the words.
"Feel better?"'
"Shit, yeah, Mom!"
"Don't talk that way, honey. It's uncouth."
"Okay, Mom, whatever you say. But that's the way everybody I know talks."
"I suppose you're right. Maybe it doesn't matter. I've always found it difficult to use those words, but there don't seem to be any others. It's so difficult to bring up children these days. You'll stay away from those tramps at school, won't you? I don't want you getting involved with girls like that. If you have any needs, your mother will take care of them."
"Sure, Mom."
"Would you like to suck my titties again."
"Maybe I'll just play with them. Can I get my cock in there between your tits, Mom?"
Dumbfounded, Kevin watched as Mrs. Barthelme peeled off her blouse and held up her huge tits in her hands. The crowns of her nipples were the size of silver dollars and the nipples themselves stuck out like fat red strawberries. Kevin bit his lip with jealousy as he watched Ronald step forward and press his cock into the deep cleavage between his mother's heavy tits.
"Oh, yeah!" Ronald exclaimed. "That feels great!"
Mrs. Barthelme rolled and squeezed her tits, massaging her son's cock and balls with her warm flesh, her chin raised and a soft smile on her lips as she watched the pleasure on his face.
"I used to do this for your father," she said. "When he was still interested. Now he has that hussy in his office and he doesn't need me any more. He has a young tramp to play with and he doesn't need a middle-aged woman. I'm a failure."
"Gosh, Mom, you teach at the junior college. There ain't many kids who can say that about their mother."
Mrs. Barthelme smiled. "Maybe I ought to take up with one of those young studs on the campus. It would serve your father right. He never even fucks me any more."
"I'll fuck you, Mom. I'm dying to do it, you know that."
"Get that out of your mind!" Mrs. Barthelme chuckled. "That's one thing we're never going to do! It's bad enough we do all these other things-we're certainly not going to get between the sheets! You're getting hard again. I'll use my hand this time-my jaws hurt. After this we're going to sleep. I'm tired."
Ronald's cock wasn't the only one hard again. Kevin had his fist closed around his cockshaft as he pumped his meat for the second time that night. His heart pounding, his brain dizzy with the revelations of the scene in front of him, he watched Mrs. Barthelme pump and milk her son's cock with an expert hand. She brought him off into a kleenex, wiped the excess jism off his cockhead, and kissed him goodnight. A few minutes later all the lights went out in the Barthelme house.
* * *
A few days later Kevin saw Mrs. Barthelme sitting alone on a bench on the campus and decided this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. When he sat down beside her, she lowered the book she'd been reading and smiled graciously.
They chatted. Kevin told her how much he enjoyed her history class. His eyes roved boldly over her tits, his mind reeling as he remembered the scene he'd witnessed and what her tits were actually like when they were naked. His cock quickly became hard and he had to cross his legs to hide it.
Mrs. Barthelme gradually became aware that Kevin was interested in more than just idle talk. She noticed the way his eyes devoured her tits, and she soon divined that he had a stiff cock hidden in his pants. She looked at him with an amused smile.
"You seem to have something on your mind, Kevin. What is it?"
He decided the only way you get anything in this world is to go after it. "I'd like to suck your pussy," he said.
Mrs. Barthelme blushed. She looked away and was silent a long time. When she turned to him again, her face was calm and there was a lofty look in her eyes.
"Have you been using drugs, Kevin?"
"I keep away from that crap, Mrs. Barthelme. I'd like to make it with you. I'd like to suck your pussy and fuck your brains out."
This time she chuckled. "My goodness, you're serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I sure am."
"Well, then, we'll have to go somewhere, won't we? I have a class at two o'clock and there isn't much time. I hope you're good, Kevin. If you aren't, I'm going to be very disappointed."
He grinned as they left the bench together. He felt on top of the world, like a super-hero who could do anything. He'd never imagined it would be so easy. First his Aunt Helen, and now Mrs. Barthelme. How good it was to be alive!
She took him to a large motel and had him wait in the car while she went into the office to pay for a room. She was very nervous about the possibility of anyone they knew seeing them, but once inside the room she relaxed.
When Kevin tried to kiss her, she pushed him away.
"I'm going to undress you," she said.
She helped him get his clothes off, first his shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants. His hard cock stretched the cotton of his jockey shorts out of shape. There was a wet spot on the cloth where the tip of his cock pressed against it.
Her eyes on the enormous bulge in his shorts, she sat down in front of him on the bed.
"I suppose I'm crazy for being here," she said with a sigh. "I could lose my job at the school."
Gazing at his crotch, she slowly slid her hands up his thighs. She took hold of his shorts at the top, hesitated a moment, and then pulled them down.
His cock leaped out, stiff and ready, quivering with the fullness of hot blood that pounded through it. His foreskin had pulled back halfway off his rosy fat cockhead.
She stared at his cock, her eyes narrowed, her breathing hard, a pink flush on her cheeks.
Kevin remained motionless, not saying anything, instinctively knowing he'd be better off letting her take the initiative.
A soft smile curling up the corners of her lips, she now put both hands on his cock. One hand stripped his foreskin fully off his cockhead while the other hand slid down to cup his hairy balls. He gasped as her hot mouth came down to close over the crown of his swollen cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.
She began sucking his cock. She was an expert. He'd spent so many hours in her class and he'd never once dreamed how good she would be with his cock in her mouth. She chomped on his firm spongy cockhead for several moments, sucking hungrily, then backing up a little and opening her mouth wide while her wet tongue swabbed over his bloated cockhead. She massaged the underside of his cockhead with her tongue. She pursed her full lips around the very tip of his cock and sucked just that. Then she slid her mouth fully over his knob again, tonguing and sucking with a slurping noise. She finally pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
"Enough of that for now," she said. "You can help me get my clothes off."
She was teasing him-he knew that. She was letting him hang there with a stiff cock all wet from her sucking and no place to go. He didn't mind. He was too excited, too dizzy with the reality of being there in a motel room with her to care about who was in charge of things.
Giving his balls a final affectionate squeeze, she rose up and turned her back to him so that he could help her with the zipper of her dress. Pulling the tab down to her waist, he slid his hands inside her dress and around to her front where he palmed the cups of her bra. Her tits were much too big to cover with his hands. Impatient to have her tits naked, he pulled his hands back along the sides of her bra and unhooked it.
"Wait," she laughed. "You'll get me all tangled up this way."
She kept her back to him as she peeled off her dress and bra. Now wearng only panties, pantyhose, and shoes, she pressed back against his cock and pulled his hands up to the heavy globes of her tits.
Kevin groaned with pleasure as he pushed forward and wrapped his arms around her meaty body. This time he had the naked flesh of her huge tits in his hands, his fingers probing and squeezing. He'd seen her tits already, but it was one thing to see them through a window and something else to have them in his hands.
He toyed with her fat nipples, pinching and tugging them until she moaned.
"You have good hands," she said. "I can tell you're a lover."
He could smell her. A warm female smell of perfume and sweat wafted up to his nose from her body.
"Let me get on the bed," she mewled.
He let her go, his eyes on her fat ass as she moved away. At the edge of the bed she kicked off her shoes and peeled her pantyhose and panties off together. Then she surprised him by stretching out on the bed on her belly.
"Kiss me all over," she said.
She wiggled her ass in invitation. He wasn't sure what she wanted from him, but he decided that whatever it was he would certainly do it. There was nothing he wouldn't do, as long as it meant getting his hands and mouth and cock all over that gorgeous meaty body. Christ, what a luscious woman she was! All that soft white skin! He hadn't yet seen her cunt and she had him so crazy he couldn't catch his breath.
Climbing on the bed, he snuggled close to her and ran his hand down her back. He fondled her ass, his heart pounding at the way her flesh bounced.
She watched him over her shoulder, smiling at him with twinkling merry eyes. "Don't be bashful," she said.
Don't be bashful about what? She wanted him to do something, but he didn't know what it was. Then it dawned on him that she wanted him to kiss her ass. He giggled inwardly. Why not? A guy could have himself a ball with an ass like that. Aunt Helen's ass was scrawny compared to this one. Mimi Barthelme had the biggest ass he'd ever seen on a woman, and now was the time to get close to it!
He bent down and began kissing and licking her luscious thighs. They were wide shapely slabs of firm flesh, smooth as satin.
"That feels good!" she cooed.
He swabbed and nibbled at her tasty quivering thighs until her skin was wet with his saliva. Once again he brushed his hand back and forth across her ass-cheeks and watched them wobble.
She separated her legs. Remaining flat on her belly, she looked at him over her shoulder.
"Do you like my ass, Kevin?"
"Yeah!" he croaked.
He gazed at her plump thighs, now enticingly parted, at her puffed hairy cunt lips below the deep crack of her ass. Her cunt hair was dark blonde, almost brown, and some of it grew into the valley between her meaty ass-cheeks.
Shifting his body around, he stretched out on his belly between her legs. His cock pressed against the mattress as he moved his face down to the luscious mountain of her ass-flesh.
He began kissing her, smearing his parted lips up and down, back and forth, first on one Cheek, then on the other, his wet tongue swabbing her skin, until finally his chin pressed down against the fat lips of her cunt and his mouth and nose pushed into the deep crack of her ass.
"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Barthelme groaned. "That's the way, honey!"
CHAPTER NINE
Mimi Barthelme was a woman who believed people ought to try to make their fantasies become reality. She'd had a fantasy about sucking her teenage son's cock, and she had turned that fantasy into reality. She'd had fantasies about Kevin ever since he'd first appeared in her class, lewd fantasies, kinky fantasies, and they all involved Kevin as a slave and herself as Cleopatra or a Russian empress or just a middle-aged woman having the time of her life with a hard-cocked nineteen-year-old stud. The only thing that counted was that she loved the feel of his face pressing against her ass. She loved the whole idea of it. She wondered if Kevin was having a good time, or whether he was doing it just to please her.
Kevin, in fact, was having the time of his life. He was now kissing and sucking the quivering soft skin along the crack of her ass. His tongue snaked out, twirled, and vibrated, wetting down the blonde curly hairs between her cunthole and ass-hole.
Raising her ass, Mrs." Barthelme moved her fat thighs further apart. Her warm rubbery flesh pressed against Kevin's face. She twisted a little, and his mouth suddenly skidded smack into her wet hairy cunt.
The warm womanly smell of her cunt filled his nose and stuffed his brain.
He felt enveloped in cunt-flesh, totally surrounded by it, covered by a warm wet blanket of juicy cunt-meat.
Hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence, he stuck out his tongue and touched the rim of her puckered muscular ass-hole.
Mrs. Barthelme quivered. She mewled. She groaned and shook her ass in Kevin's face. "Ooh, yesss!" she hissed. "Do that! Do that!"
She arched back a bit more and drew her splayed knees forward. The effect of this was that her ass opened like the halves of a melon.
The boy was in a daze, his mind befuddled by lust and lechery. He fastened his wet lips around Mrs. Barthelme's hot ass-hole. He flicked his tongue against it. He licked and lapped and washed it thoroughly. Her fat ass-cheeks vibrated against his face as she moaned and groaned with delight. Her ass muscles worked spastically, opening and closing the tight ring of her shithole like the mouth of goldfish. Kevin centered the tip of his tongue on the puckered hole and held it there a moment, feeling her little muscles convulse, unsure whether to force his tongue inside. That's what she seemed to want. Her ass-hole was loose, and the way she worked it she seemed to be trying to suck his tongue inside.
She succeeded. She opened her ass-hole wide, pushed back against his face, and grabbed his tongue in the elastic ring of her shithole.
"Oh, how lovely!" she cried.
Her body shook and her knees trembled as the boy wiggled his tongue, pressed his tongue deeper inside her slippery hot shit-chute.
Kevin's taste buds went wild. He inhaled the earthy aroma of her ass. This was Mrs. Barthelme, his history professor at Clinton Junior
College, and the idea that he actually had his tongue inside her ass-hole seemed too crazy to be real.
But real it was. A blast of cunt-smell from below reminded him there was more to Mrs. Barthelme than just an ass-hole. Her cunt was puffed out and open, a huge gaping pink hole now sending all kinds of signals. Sympathetic to her needs, Kevin moved a hand down to finger her dribbling cunt as he began stroking his tongue in and out of her ass-hole.
"Oh, you lovely boy!" she crooned.
Lovely, indeed! He was a horny woman's dream. She tried to visualize his cute boyish face pressed against the ample flesh of her ass. Thinking about it caused her to wiggle with sheer joy, and each time her ass wiggled the effect was to force Kevin's tongue deeper inside her shithole.
Mrs. Barthelme at last rose all the way up on her knees, pushing Kevin's face back as she did so, until finally she had her ass up in the air and her head down on the mattress like an Arab praying to Mecca.
"Do my pussy now," she gargled. "I like it best from behind."
Her husband had actually been the only man to suck her cunt that way, and that had been many years ago, thankless bastard that he was, but the moment Kevin had offered to lick her pussy she had thought of him going at it from behind. The chance to have both holes open under the boy's lips and tongue was simply too delicious to pass up.
Pulling his tongue out of her ass-hole, Kevin took the time to have a good look at her cunt.
Mrs. Barthelme was a gaper. Seen from behind when she was bending over like that, her cunt gaped open like a reddish pink mouth. Her inner cunt lips were thick and long, long enough to droop down past the hairy flanges of the outer lips of her pussy. She had a great deal of auburn cunt hair, much more than blondes usually have, and it grew quite boldly up the crack of her ass to her ass-hole.
The boy was overwhelmed. He had seen the cunts of teenage girls, the cunt of his own aunt, but never a cunt as lush and meaty as the cunt of Mrs. Barthelme. Her cunt looked fucked-out, splayed open, gaping and hungry. Her cunt looked like a deep endless hole waiting to swallow him up, to suffocate him, to drown him in its steaming hot interior. He could see an inch or two inside the hole itself, an inch or two of wet pink tunnel that seemed to cry for a cock. He'd already had his fingers in there. Now he pushed his mouth between her drooping cunt lips, snuggled his nose against us her winking ass-hole, and drilled his tongue as deep as he could into the hot tunnel of love that was Mrs. Barthelme's juice-drenched cunthole.
"Oh, you little fucker!" she cried. "Suck my pussy!"
They made a pair. The soft fleshy rounds of her meaty body complemented his lean muscular frame. Her tits hung down like huge ripe fruit, her giant nipples grazing the bed-sheet. The fleshy white expanse of her mountainous ass shook and shuddered, quivered and quaked. He had his face well into her ass and her ass-cheeks covered all of it up to his ears. They looked like some strange eight-legged animal, soft and fleshy on the front end, hard and muscular on the back end. They rocked back and forth, the woman groaning, the boy slurping, the air in the room thick with the smell of fucking.
"Oh, my God, I'm going to come!" Mrs. Barthelme cried. "Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes! So sweet! Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh!"
Hot cunt-juice gushed out of her cunthole each time the walls of her fuck-channel spasmed. Kevin slurped and slobbered, sucking up her cunt-juice as fast as he could get it into his mouth, pressing his mouth against her cunthole and nuzzling his nose into the ring of her ass-hole. He clutched her fat ass-cheeks with his hands, squeezing and pinching her flesh, rolling her mounds against his face as he sucked up whatever she had.
When she finally fell away from him, Mrs. Barthelme was done in. Her body heaving, her face flushed, she rolled up her eyes and mewled like a newborn calf.
"Oh, dear God, how marvelous that was! Let me suck your lovely prick! Oh, what a delicious-looking tool! Come in my mouth, honey! Shoot it when the time comes, don't hold back!"
Grunting his lust, his eyes delirious with need, the boy crawled over her face and rammed his cock into her mouth down to her tonsils. There was no way he could possibly hold back, no way to control the rattling in his balls. In a moment Mrs. Barthelme had what she wanted. Her hands splayed out on his ass like an eagle's claws, she squeezed his ass-cheeks as he shot his load of jism down her throat. Squeeze and swallow, squeeze and swallow, she sucked him dry and smacked her lips as he fell away in a heap.
They lay collapsed. Their bellies and chests heaved as they sought to regain their sanity. Idly toying with one of her huge nipples, Mrs. Barthelme realized it would not do to send the boy home without letting him fuck her, it would not do at all. That juice-filled hole down there between her legs needed the reaming of a strong young cock. Yes, she was juiced up again, she could feel it. The pleasure of sucking the jism out of his balls had almost carried her over the brink to another delicious climax. She sometimes had one when she sucked her son. She shivered again when she thought of Kevin's hard young cock in her mouth, his sweet young cock that she wanted now stuffing her cunthole. Young was the important word. There was an innocence about a young cock, a fresh baby-powder smell that made her clit quiver and her nipples tingle. Was it the neglect of her husband that made her so receptive to the charms of youth? She didn't much care. Having a boy like Kevin there on the bed with her was the closest she'd come to a chance for ecstasy in years and years.
Then, as she lay there flushed in the afterglow of her orgasm, as she lay there thinking about the lovely boy beside her, it occurred to her that she ought to take advantage of things and do something really far out with him. He seemed willing enough to do whatever she wanted. Hadn't she just had his tongue in her ass-hole, his cute pink tongue drilling her shit-tube? He belonged to her now. His cute smile, his lean body, his lovely cock, every inch of him belonged to her. She had a new toy.
"Do you have a girl friend?" she asked.
Kevin turned, opened his eyes with a doubtful expression as if remembering for the first time where he was. "Sure," he said.
"Only one?"
The question hung in the air, very ordinary and almost foolish. What boy his age would admit he had only one girl friend? He might have dismissed the question, he might have said he had one girl friend or four girl friends, but instead he said, "I've been screwing my aunt."
Mrs. Barthelme was not quite certain she had heard him correctly. Her fingers, which had been toying with her nipples, first one and then the other, now moved down to scratch the bush of auburn hair that covered her pussy.
"Your aunt?" she said with a lazy smile.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "I've been living with my Aunt Helen while I go to school here. We're sort of close."
Sort of close. The information was slowly penetrating into the deepest recesses of Mrs. Barthelme's brain.
"How old is she?" Mrs. Barthelme asked, her fingertip idly pulling back the hood of skin that covered her well-developed pugnacious clit.
"About your age," Kevin shrugged. "Maybe older. Yeah, I think she must be older, maybe about forty."
Mrs. Barthelme smiled. She was herself just past forty and, if the boy was honest, she was flattered. Never mind that. The revelation that Kevin was fucking his aunt was the most interesting thing she had heard in a long time, so interesting in fact that the idea of it was turning her on. She slowly moved her fingertip back and forth along the shaft of her clit, rhythmically pulling at the covering skin, gently frigging herself.
"Tell me about your aunt," Mrs. Barthelme said. "Is she pretty?"
The boy began talking about his affair with his aunt. The more he talked the more Mrs. Barthelme became excited at the images forming in her mind, images of Kevin and his aunt fucking and sucking and doing all kinds of juicy, kinky things completely forbidden by society. Incest. The word had always fascinated her. Was that the reason she had seduced her son? Not really. If anyone had done any seducing, it certainly had been Ronald. She'd been available, that's all, hot and ripe and ready to be had by anyone with a cock, and Ronald had been the first one to take advantage of it. So far she'd never done more than suck his cock, but she knew that sooner or later there would be more than that, more than just a quick blowjob to get his rocks off. The prospect of fucking her son loomed like a heavy gray cloud over the days of her life, frightening and yet at the same time so lusciously exciting it made her tremble.
Mrs. Barthelme was jerking off now, frigging her cunt with a precise rhythm, a faint smile turning up the corners of her lips and her eyes fixed on Kevin's limp young cock.
"Let's do it together," she said.
"Huh?" Kevin watched her play with her pussy, uncertain at first about what she wanted, then grinning as he understood. Lifting his cock in his fingers, he began jerking off.
"Lovely," Mrs. Barthelme said in a husky voice. Watching a boy toss off his cock-meat had always excited her. The first time she saw her son do it she had an orgasm almost without touching her pussy. Ronald had been completely unaware she was watching him and those minutes had been among the most thrilling of her life.
The woman and the boy, the plump and the lean, continued their duet. They soon sat up to face each other, each with a hand working at cock or cunt, each with eyes glittering at the sight of the other. The ripe melons of Mrs. Barthelme's tits swayed and jiggled, her fat pink nipples vibrating with the movements of her wrist.
"Your cock is nice and hard now," she said.
"Yeah," Kevin replied. His prick was as stiff as iron and his balls drawn up tight. He thought Mrs. Barthelme was a little cock-crazy, but all it really did was make her a better fuck. Sooner or later he'd be fucking her, and he knew it would be good. At least that was one thing her son hadn't done yet. He liked the idea of getting inside her cunt before the other boy.
"I'd like to do something," Mrs. Barthelme said.
"Yeah? What?"-
"I'd like to stick my finger up your ass while you do that. Do you mind?"
"Naw, I don't mind," he croaked. He thought she was freaky, the way she just asked, but who wasn't freaky? "Go on, do it!"
Mrs. Barthelme switched hands. She used her left hand to massage her hot gushing cunt and moved her right hand under Kevin's bouncing balls. The urge to probe his shithole had suddenly come over her, and since this was a day of yielding to urges, she had decided to do just that. With a satisfied smile on her face, she found his ass-hole and pushed a finger deep inside.
The boy grunted and instinctively clamped down.
"Don't come," Mrs. Barthelme said. "I want you to fuck me. You want to, don't you?"
"Shit, yeah!"
"But this is nice, too, isn't it? Do you like my finger in there?"
"Yeah," Kevin replied. "But I'd rather fuck."
"I know your aunt," Mrs. Barthelme said. "She's an attorney, isn't she?"
Kevin nodded. He was almost at the point of coming and he wanted very much to fuck her now. He stopped stroking his cock and pulled away. He blushed when Mrs. Barthelme's finger popped out of his ass-hole streaked with shit.
"You're a lovely boy!" she giggled, wiping her finger on the bedsheet. "Now fuck my brains out like you promised!" , CHAPTER TEN
If in the weeks that followed it was Mimi Barthelme who had her way with young Kevin, it was Kevin who had his way with his Aunt Helen. Helen became clay in his hands, completely malleable, meek and subservient, willing to do whatever he wished whenever he wished it. He ruled the house like some Oriental pasha. Once returned from the office where she practiced law, Helen's sole concern became the comfort and well-being and sexual pleasure of her nephew. She fucked on command, she sucked on command, she diddled his cock on command.
One rainy evening, too lazy to do anything but eat chocolate brownies and watch television, Kevin taunted her by revealing bits and pieces about his affair with Mrs. Barthelme.
"Mimi is a real hot fuck," Kevin said.
He sat on the sofa, Helen squatting between his legs and playing with his cock. They were both naked and both a little drunk on red wine. Helen was jealous of Mrs. Barthelme, but she reasoned she could not expect Kevin to avoid other women. Containing her jealousy, Helen leaned forward to massage Kevin's cock with her tongue. Suck his cock and he'll forget her, she thought. She put his cock in her mouth. She tensed the muscles of her lips to create a vise-like grip and moved her head up and down.
Kevin looked down at her and patted her head. "Mimi loves sucking cock," he said. "She even gives head to her son."
It took a moment for the meaning of the words to sink into Helen's brain. Then she pulled her mouth off Kevin's cock and looked up at him with amazement.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "Her own son?"
Kevin grinned. "Sure. I even saw her do it once. Super head!"
Grabbing Helen's neck, he forced her mouth to return to his cock. He kept pushing on her neck until the jabbing of his cockhead against the back of her throat caused her to gag. He let her up slowly, then forced her head down again.
"Keep your fucking mouth moving!" he ordered.
As she moved down again, he came.
When the hot jism entered her mouth, she thought she'd choke. He held her tightly, using her mouth as though it were a cunt, forcing her lips to continue moving up and down-on his spasming cockshaft. When he finally sighed and leaned back, she pulled her mouth off his cock and gulped in a lungful of air.
Kevin looked down at her and giggled. "You've got a white moustache, Aunt Helen. I guess I had a big load, huh?" Then he added: "Maybe you and me and Mimi and her son can have a little party. I think I'd like that. We can have a contest between you and Mimi to see who gives better head."
* * *
The incestuous quartet, aunt and nephew, mother and son, met one Sunday afternoon in May.
Mrs. Barthelme had long since told Kevin about her affair with her son. When Kevin had approached her with his idea of a party, she had readily agreed. The prospect of an unbridled orgy with two boys and another woman made her tremble with lust. She didn't much care that Helen Simpson knew about her relationship with her son. Helen had her own secrets to keep, and after they all had a romp together it would make no difference.
The party took place in Helen's house. Aunt and nephew, mother and son, had barbecued ribs and cold beer and a round of jokes and giggles. The youngest member of the group, Ronald Barthelme, passed in quick succession from nervousness to confidence to rampant lechery. Helen's pussy quivered with excitement when Ronald put his arm around his mother's shoulders and his hand squarely on his mother's heaving tit.
"Ronald never has any patience!" Mrs. Barthelme giggled.
Determined not to be outdone by the younger boy, Kevin soon had his hands squeezing and fondling Helen's luscious tits. The two women looked at each other and smiled. Although they hardly knew each other, there was a quiet understanding between them, an understanding of the lust each had for hard young cock.
The two boys worked on the clothes of the women until both Helen and Mimi were stripped to the waist. Giggling, their faces flushed, the two women faced each other, lifted their tits and pressed their nipples together. Mimi's pink nipples touched Helen's dark nipples. Ronald hadn't touched Helen yet, and now he came up behind her and slipped his hands around to heft her tits. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against the crack of her ass. Would the boy fuck his mother? Kevin had told Helen that Ronald hadn't yet screwed Mimi, and Helen wondered if it might happen today. How lovely it would be to watch the boy fuck his mother for the first time! As if reading Helen's mind, Mimi Barthelme smiled sweetly and exclaimed.
"Ronald has a birthday next week and I'm going to give him his present today. I'm going to let him fuck me!"
Dropping Helen's tits, Ronald grabbed his mother's heaving boobs. "Gosh, Mom, do you really mean that? Honest?"
"Honest," Mimi chuckled, her hand moving down to pinch and squeeze her son's hard cock through the material of his pants.
"Let's get on with it, right now! You certainly seem ready enough!"
Everyone in the group realized that history was about to be made-not the history of politicians and kings and presidents, but a special bit of history involving a mother and her son.
Helen was entranced with fascination and lust. It was hard to believe that this attractive well-groomed woman was actually going to allow her son to fuck her, and in the presence of two other people at that. Mimi Barthelme looked like a typically gracious, church-going, forty-year-old mother and here she was about to have her matronly pussy reamed out by her son's randy young cock!
Anxious to be as close as possible to the action, Helen helped get things started by unbuckling Ronald's belt, unzipping his fly, and pulling out his stiff pink cock. His plum-shaped spongy cockhead dripped sticky juice all over her hand.
"Anxious, aren't you, honey?" she laughed, cupping and squeezing his lovely balls in her palm.
There was some discussion about what position they should use. Helen was amazed when Ronald insisted he wanted to fuck his mother from behind. He seemed so young to have so much savvy!
Mimi, for some reason, wanted him in the missionary position, but she finally relented. "Only because it's your birthday present," she said.
Stripping off the rest of her clothes, the blonde woman knelt on the bed and presented her gorgeous plump ass to her son.
Helen could see the hairy lips of Mimi's meaty cunt pouting between the tops of her spread thighs. Mimi's tits hung down like two heavy melons to press against the bedsheet.
Ronald positioned himself behind his mother's ass and gazed down to feast his eyes on the luscious ripeness of her cunthole and ass-hole. Having his mother suck his cock had always been the most wonderful thing in the world, but he knew he was now in store for something even better.
Grabbing the boy's cock, Helen rubbed his cockhead between his mother's cunt lips and snuggled the knob into her gaping cunthole. With a shuddering lurch of his hips, Ronald shoved the entire length of his fuck-meat into his mother's fuck-hole.
"Oh, Christ, I'm doing it!" Ronald gasped.
Helen's heart pounded with excitement. She ran a hand over the hard contours of the boy's ass and then down between his ass-cheeks to finger his balls. It was thrilling to have a grip on his tender nuts as he fucked his cock in and out of his mother's juicy hole. She soon moved completely behind him, leaning against his body, her hand digging under his ass to fondle his balls.
"Fuck me!" Mimi groaned. "Fuck me, baby!"
Kevin crawled on the bed, positioned his crotch under Mimi's face, and pushed his long thick cock into her eager mouth.
Her son's cock in her cunt and Kevin's cock in her mouth, Mimi rocked back and forth between the two fuck-poles.
Still clutching Ronald's balls in her left hand, Helen moaned and began massaging her cunt with her right hand.
The wet sounds of sucking and fucking, the moans and groans, filled the room as the foursome galloped to a shattering simultaneous orgasm. The group climax was triggered off by Ronald's shout that he was coming.
"OH, FUCK, I'M GOING TO SHOOT! OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
A moment later Kevin blasted off in Mimi's mouth, his thick jism splattering out of the corners of her lips.
Mimi shuddered and bucked her ass like a wild mare as her orgasm hit her.
Her mind boggled by the sensation of actually fucking with three other people, Helen slopped three fingers into her juice-flooded cunt and thumbed her swollen clit to a frenzied climax.
They relaxed a while, dozing lazily on the bed. Kevin finally got up and brought in some more cold beer. When he noticed Helen playing with Ronald's cock, he grinned at her.
"Blow him," Kevin said. "Suck his dick."
Helen moved her head into the boy's lap and gazed at his half-hard cock. His fuck-meat glistened with his mother's cunt-juice, and although Helen was not too enthusiastic about sucking a prick coated with another woman's juice, she felt a need to have the boy's cock in her mouth. Wetting her lips, she engulfed Ronald's cockhead, sucking in his meat until she had her nose buried in his crotch hair.
Mimi turned her gaze on Kevin's big cock, which was now close to her face. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the thick base of his cockshaft, she reached around and squeezed a cheek of his firm ass with her other hand.
"All the way?" Mimi asked, licking Kevin's glistening cockhead.-
"No," Kevin said, looking over at Ronald, who was now eagerly fucking Helen's mouth. "We've got all day. Let's take it easy awhile."
Closing her mouth over Kevin's cockhead, Mimi began sucking and slurping over it. Having her son watch her suck Kevin's cock gave her an extra thrill. Even with most of Kevin's throbbing cockshaft in her mouth, she was able to tilt her head enough to see her son's contorted face. Their eyes met, then Mimi winked and turned her attention back to Kevin.
The two women stopped their cocksucking when the boys were balanced on the brink of shooting. Rolling over on their backs, their hips touching, the women guided the hard cocks of the boys into their soft cunts.
Ronald was now fucking Helen, and Kevin was fucking Mimi.
His cock deep in Mimi's cunt, his weight supported by his hands and arms, Kevin slowly fucked the blonde woman. Beside Kevin, Ronald fucked Helen and sucked on one of her long nipples. Helen milked the boy's cock and pushed more of her ripe tit into his greedy mouth.
Legs wrapped around waists, hands clutching ass-cheeks, the two couples fucked vigorously until Kevin called a halt and suggested the two women get on their hands and knees.
"The fucking is better that way," he said. "It's easier for a guy to move."
"Yeah!" Ronald agreed.
"You just want a peek at our ass-holes!" Mimi giggled.
The two women arranged themselves on their hands and knees. Helen was pleased that Mimi agreed that getting it from behind was a lovely way to fuck.
Kevin snuggled in behind Mimi, and Ronald snuggled in behind Helen. The women reached their hands back to guide the boys' cocks. Slippery cockmeat slipped into slippery pussies, and Mimi and Helen both hunched back to take the stiff fuck-poles deep inside their hot cunt-channels.
Kevin reached around and under to grab Mimi's hanging tits. Ronald did the same to Helen's luscious boobs. The younger boy, having first fucked his mother and now fucking Kevin's aunt, was too excited to think straight and simply followed Kevin's lead.
"Stick your finger up her ass!" Kevin grinned. "She-likes having her ass-hole plugged!"
Ronald did as Kevin suggested, shoving a finger deep inside Helen's rubbery shit-hole, but he kept his eyes fixed on Kevin's cock pumping his mother's juicy cunt and above all on his mother's tight winking ass-hole.
Kevin chuckled when he noticed how interested Ronald was in his mother's ass-hole. The eyes of the two boys met with understanding.
"You want to try it?" Kevin grinned.
Ronald blushed and nodded. Moving in unison, they pulled their cocks out of the cunts they'd been fucking and changed places.
Ronald was now behind his mother's ass and Kevin behind his aunt's ass.
"Just do what I do," Kevin said, understanding that the boy had never ass-fucked before and needed instruction. Looking down at his aunt's ass, he rubbed his thumb between her cunt lips to gather up some cunt-juice, and then he moved his thumb up to her ass-hole to lubricate the dark elastic ring.
Ronald did the same to his mother, but Mimi had not considered the possibility of Ronald fucking her ass and she protested. She finally calmed down and relented when she learned that Helen was about to get it in the ass, too.
"Stick your thumb in her ass and loosen her up a little," Kevin said. "Don't mind if she squawks. Once they get used to it, they love it!"
His eyes riveted to his mother's ass, his chest heaving with emotion, Ronald slowly pushed his thumb into his mother's shithole.
Mimi groaned. Feeling her son fingering such a forbidden place as her ass-hole, she trembled and shut her eyes tight.
Kevin, in the meantime, had his thumb in Helen's ass-hole, rotating his finger with a rotary motion that stretched her muscular sphincter.
"Now the old fuck-meat!" Kevin hissed. "Right up the old alley!"
As though dancing in a duet, the two boys lifted their throbbing cocks, positioned their cockheads on the juice-coated ass-holes of mother and aunt, and slowly pushed their fuck-meat into the hungry shitholes of the moaning women.
The boys moved in unison, pistoning their cocks in and out of the hot rubbery ass-holes.
"OH, GOD, HE'S FUCKING MY ASS!" Mimi wailed. "MY OWN SON!"
When Mimi turned to look at Helen, Helen smiled and nodded in answer to the question in Mimi's eyes. "Yes!" Helen groaned. "Kevin has his cock in my ass! I love it!"
Moving their heads together, the two women kissed. Their tongues entwined as the boys cocks pumped in and out of their hot ass-holes. It was a scene of sheer lechery and total pleasure. It was a scene of forbidden fucking and wild incest. It was the scene interrupted a few moments later when Kevin's parents walked suddenly into the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beth Greene, Kevin's mother and Helen's sister, was a tall brunette with long legs and low-slung tits. No one looking at her would imagine she had a nineteen-year-old son, but the fact was that, as young as she looked, she was actually two years older than Helen. Some people found if difficult to believe that these two women, so different in temperament and the way they dressed, were really sisters. Helen was reserved where Beth was flamboyant. Helen tended to dress conservatively, while
Beth wore three-inch spike heels, cut-out bras to show the shape of her nipples, and tight dresses to show the shape of her ass. Beth dressed to emphasize her sexuality. She dressed for men. Helen dressed to cover her body and keep warm.
In spite of their differences, the two sisters were genuinely fond of each other. This was one of the reasons why the discovery of the goings on in Helen's house that Sunday did not result in outright murder. The other and more important reason was that Beth and Matt Greene were secret swingers who had more than once discussed the possibility of Beth fucking Kevin and Matt fucking Helen. Matt, a brawny beer salesman who had once been a boxer, was well aware of his wife's hot desire to get into the sack with their son, and he was perfectly willing to approve provided he could get a chance to ream out the cunt and ass of his wife's attractive sister. They hadn't expected things to happen the way they did, but Beth and Matt both recognized the opportunity when they saw it.
Their appearance at Helen's house was completely unplanned. Beth and Matt had suddenly decided to go on a short vacation, and it was only natural that they stop to visit Kevin and Helen on their way west. They had decided to surprise Kevin and Helen, but here they were surprised in turn!
Mrs. Barthelme and her son quickly dressed and scampered out of the house in order to avoid getting involved in a family squabble. As it turned out, however, there was no squabble at all. After a quiet family discussion it was agreed that Kevin's affair with Helen ought to be considered as part of Kevin's sexual education. It was also agreed that since the ice was broken as far as adventuresome sex was concerned, it would be appropriate to have a real family reunion, an evening without taboos and without inhibitions.
"We'll know each other better," Beth said. "And that's always good."
So it was that no more than a few hours after the Greenes arrived they were all sitting in the living room relaxed and tingling with anticipation.
Beth was lounging beside Matt on the sofa, and she was soon bold enough to turn to her husband and say, "I think I need my pacifier, honey!"
Matt grinned and pushed his crotch forward on the cushion. "Be my guest," he said.
She put her hands in his lap. While she opened his belt and zipper to pull his limp cock out of his pants, he squeezed and fondled her tits. She pulled his big cock free of his shorts and stretched out on the sofa with her head in his lap.
Kevin moved his hand to his crotch and he began rubbing his cock as he watched his mother kiss and lick his father's fuck-pole. The knowledge that sometime that evening he would probably see his mother naked and maybe even get to fuck her burned in his brain and made his heart pound. God, how luscious his mother was! She licked his father's cock as though it were a piece of rare roast beef, lapping it, kissing it, pulling it in and out of her mouth while she fondled and caressed his balls with her hand.
Kevin feasted his eyes on his mother's body, on the swell of her tits straining against the silk of her blouse. Her skirt had gradually worked its way up her thighs, and a croaking sound came out of his throat when he saw that she wasn't wearing panties and that her cunt was plainly visible. The sight of her cunt hair and cunt lips made his blood race. As he watched her with hot eyes, she gradually opened her thighs and slid her hand between them to finger her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus!" he hissed quietly. The sight of his mother sucking his father's cock and playing with her pussy was more than the boy could stand. His mouth watered as he thought of the succulent juice flowing out of her cunt. Getting up from his chair, he crossed over to her, sat down on the sofa next to her legs, and leaned down to bury his face between her lovely thighs.
Momentarily pulling her mouth off her husband's cock, Beth looked down at her son, smiled triumphantly, and spread her legs further apart to give him room to eat her cunt.
Kevin felt as though he were in some kind of a dream. After all the years, all the fantasies about his mother, all the secret spying, the jacking off at night under the covers in bed, the wondering and the wishing, he at last had his mouth on his mother's cunt.
A heady mixture of cunt-smell and perfume wafted into his nose. He opened her meaty cunt lips with his fingers, spreading her soft wet flesh, and began lapping up and down between her cunthole and her clit.
Beth squirmed and mewled and opened her legs as wide as possible to give his tongue better access to the oozing canyon of her cunt. She had her husband's cock in her mouth and her son's tongue in her cunt. She was fully convinced she was in heaven.
And Helen? The younger sister, the boy's aunt, sat nearby now with her pretty eyes riveted to the action occurring on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was hard, a film of sweat covered her forehead. What was happening on the sofa seemed too unreal to believe, but there it was and she knew the reality of it could not be denied. Matt's cock was out of his pants, hard and long, and her sister Beth's mouth was moving up and down on his rigid cockshaft. At the other end of Beth, between Beth's lovely long legs, her son Kevin was sucking her cunt.
Poor Kevin! Helen could see his hard cock straining against the material of his pants. Half-drunk with the spell of the unfolding orgy, Helen rose up and moved across the floor to kneel at Kevin's feet.
She opened his pants. She pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees, took up his cock and balls in both hands, and began licking and sucking his rampant fuck-meat.
The soft sounds of sucking, the soft moans of delirious pleasure filled the room. Mother sucked father, son sucked mother, aunt sucked nephew. The incestuous chain moaned and heaved, groaned and shuddered.
Helen's sucking gradually became more frenzied. She wanted all of the boy's masculine meat stuffing her mouth. She worked on his balls, sucking them one after the other into her mouth and then opening her jaws as wide as possible and taking both balls in at once. When his balls popped out of her mouth, they were glistening wet with her saliva.
"Matt, take care of my cunt!" Helen cried. "Please!"
Brother-in-law Matt was only too happy to oblige. A huge grin decorating his face, he helped Helen twist her body around so that he could get his mouth on her cunt from behind. Squeezing her ass-cheeks, he pried them open and plastered his lips against her dripping cunthole.
All mouths were occupied, cunts and cocks soaking in saliva, the chain vibrating and trembling as the quartet approached the finale. Matt was the first to heave and grunt and begin spewing his thick jism down his wife's throat. The feel of Matt's slimy cream filling her mouth and throat caused Beth's overheated cunt to twitch and spasm and gush hot cunt-juice into Kevin's mouth. The boy gulped and swallowed and began shooting his hot young load between his aunt's sucking lips. Helen, in turn, shuddered and moaned and dumped a flood of fresh cunt-juice on Matt's beefy face. With a final series of grunts and groans, they rolled off the sofa and down on the floor.
Now that the barriers were down, now that the ice was broken, Helen's mind whirled in a daze. Did she really want her brother-in-law to fuck her? Was Kevin actually going to fuck his mother? Beth resolved the uncertainty after dinner when she suggested they pair off.
"At least for a while," she said with a gleam in her eye. "I'd like to have Kevin alone."
Since the two men seemed more than willing, Helen went along with it, but she had reservations about being alone with Matt. He was a very strong, very forceful sort of guy, and from hints thrown around by Beth over the years, Helen suspected his favorite way to get his rocks off was a hard ramming of his cock up a woman's ass. Imagining Beth having her ass-hole stretched by Matt's gorilla cock had always made Helen shiver. Having her ass fucked by a sweet young boy was one thing, and having it done by a brutish man like Matt was something else.
The moment they were alone, Matt had his hands all over her.
"You've got great tits!" he grunted. "Sensational!"
Helen smiled. She didn't mind his hands on her tits. It was funny how she had more than Beth. They were sisters, and yet Beth's low-slung tits were small compared to hers. She remained passive while Matt peeled off her blouse and bra, and when he sat down on the edge of the bed in her bedroom she stood in front of him and leaned forward to let him suck her hanging tits.
Gluttonously smacking his lips, he slurped his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
"Christ, what jugs!" he leered.
"Easy!" Helen laughed. "Don't bite them off!"
She felt more relaxed now, and she helped him get his pants and shorts off. It seemed silly for them to have put their clothes on again after the earlier session of sucking, but it was nice to have the thrill of undressing him. She hadn't yet had her hands on his cock and she was anxious to do so now.
Using both hands, she fondled his cock and balls, and finally she closed her mouth over his cockhead and sucked up the clear cockjuice leaking out of his pisshole. He had a big cock, a long thick slab of fuckmuscle designed to make any woman happy.
"I'd give my right arm to see them fucking," he said suddenly.
Helen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at his face. She was silent a moment, and then she chuckled. "Really, Matt! That's called invasion of privacy!"
"Fuck it!" he grinned. "Let's see if we can watch without them knowing about it."
"Are you serious?"
He was serious. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she became. Spying on Beth and Kevin while they fucked would be terribly exciting.
"There's a way," Helen said. "But we'll have to be very quiet."
* * *
Police Chief Abner Putney was a man of strong opinions. He was firmly convinced that the only way to keep a town peaceful was to know as much as possible about the people who lived in it. He was also anxious to stay out of his home as much as possible to avoid his ornery wife. The result was that he spent a good deal of time in the evening cruising the quiet streets of the town in his car. Sometimes his diligence paid off in the capture of a burglar red-handed. The people of the town liked that, and whenever it happened they made sure to give Abner a raise the following year. Not a big raise, but a raise nonetheless.
All of which explains why Abner Putney had his eyes open on Vernon Street at eleven o'clock on a Sunday night. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of something, and when he peered out of his car window it seemed there were two naked people slinking around the corner of a house.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Abner whispered. "Are the burglars going nudist these days? First nude beaches and now nude burglaries! The country was sliding down the fucking drain!"
Abner drove around the block, parked quietly under a tree, and slipped into an alley to get back to Vernon Street. When he was near the house where-he'd seen the naked burglars, he pulled his gun. He'd never yet used the damn thing, but he knew that burglars hardly ever carry guns and just having it in his hand made him feel safer.
He knew the house. It was the house of Helen Simpson, that woman attorney who had all the boys in the courthouse creaming their jeans. If he caught the burglars, maybe she'd put a good word in for Abner with the mayor.
So ran Abner's thoughts as he approached the back of the house looking for two naked burglars. He was within twenty feet of the house, tiptoeing in the dark, when he froze in his tracks. There were two naked people there, all right, but one of them was definitely Helen Simpson!
"Keeeeerrrist!" Abner hissed. Helen Simpson naked as a jaybird!
The other naked body belonged to a man, a big hairy hulk of a man, and the man had his hand on Helen Simpson's luscious ass.
Maybe he's kidnapping her, Abner thought. He dismissed the idea when he noticed Mrs. Simpson playfully wiggling her ass.
It was obvious now to Abner that naked Helen Simpson and her naked boyfriend were gawking at a lit window, one of the back windows of Helen's house. Abner craned his neck. The shade on that window was up and he could just about see into the room. There were people in the room, and they looked as naked as the people outside.
No one wears clothes any more, Abner thought. The world was going crazy.
Abner moved up closer, hiding behind a tree no more than ten feet from the window and Helen Simpson. He didn't much care for the guy she was with, but he cared very much for the shape of her ass. The man beside Helen evidently cared, too. As Abner held his breath and watched, the man doubled Helen Simpson over and proceeded to drill his cock up her ass.
Abner could tell. He'd never fucked his wife in the ass, but he could tell.
He could now see into the room much better. There was a woman and a boy in there, stark naked and groaning and humping in a wild fuck. like the pair outside, the woman was bent over and getting it from behind.
Abner had never in his life seen anything like this, not even in his dreams. The sweat pouring down over his nose, his eyes goggling, his heart pounding, he unzipped his fly and brought his cock out into the air. Holding his gun in his left hand, he began pumping his fuck-pole with his right hand.
Then the boy inside the room cried out, "I'm coming, Mom!"
The woman he was fucking replied, "Shoot it, son! Shoot it!"
Outside the window, Helen Simpson wailed, "Fuck my ass, brother-in-law! Fuck my ass! Oh, God, I'm coming!"
Suddenly understanding what was going on, Abner furiously pumped his cock. He shot a load of hot jism into the night air at the exact instant he pulled the trigger of his gun.
And that was how Police Chief Abner Putney came to shoot himself in the foot behind Helen Simpson's house on a Sunday night in May.
