Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, a woman teacher has learned to be outward and honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand as a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul--a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of puritanism and censorship.
TEACHER'S RAPE LESSON deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate--but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let him or her decide his own standard of morality, just as this teacher has done.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sara Davis didn't know it, but every time she walked down the halls of Oakdale High School, she caused a sensation. Sara was thirty-five, an English teacher, and a confirmed spinster. She would have been astonished to know that almost every boy in school thought she was sexy-looking.
On one particular morning in May, several weeks before school was to let out, Sara made her usual brisk entrance at the main door of the school and strode to her classroom, not glancing at anyone around her. Dozens of boys stared after her longingly, and there were a few whispered remarks and muffled snickers.
She was a tall woman, about five-seven, with a pretty face, long thick brown hair, and a fantastic body. Even the prim clothes she wore couldn't hide her large thrusting tits, small waist, and beautifully curving hips. As she marched by on her long perfectly-shaped legs, one boy in particular was bowled over by her looks.
"Man," Rick Chasen whispered to a buddy, "I'd sure like to see her without any clothes on."
"I hope you're not gonna hold your breath waiting," his friend laughed. "Imagine Miss Davis putting out for anybody."
But Rick Chasen had other ideas. An aggressive dark-haired boy who was often in trouble with the school authorities, he was used to going after whatever he wanted, and getting it. Now he wanted Sara Davis. He didn't have a class with her until sixth period, but meanwhile he was thinking and planning.
Sixth period finally arrived, and Rick strolled into class and chose a seat in the front row. Usually he sat in back where he could doze off without Miss Davis noticing him, but today he wanted a good view of her as she talked. He sat there the whole period with his eyes glued to her tall curvy body, and he got hornier by the second.
Sara Davis hadn't failed to notice him. She wondered why Rick was sitting in the front row and looking so attentive. It bothered her, because she knew he had no interest in English literature. For a solid hour he never took his eyes off her. His glance darted up her legs, over her hips and tits, and a few times he met her eye and grinned mysteriously.
Finally, five minutes before the bell rang, Rick pretended to fall asleep. It was very embarrassing for Sara, because his head lolled to one side and he snored so loudly that no one could hear her. It broke up the rest of the class, who dissolved into giggles and snickers. Sara was furious. She seized Rick's shoulder and shook him.
"Rick, wake up!" she snapped. He opened his eyes and grinned at her. "You'll stay after class," she said angrily. "Everyone else can leave early. There's no point in continuing now."
Rick's plan had worked perfectly. He was all alone with Miss Davis, and the rest of the kids would be on their way home in a few minutes. Sara stood before him, hands on hips, pretty face flushed with anger. His eyes swept over her body, and he felt his eager young cock going stiff as a board in his skin-tight jeans.
"Find something to read, Rick," Sara said. "I'm going to grade some papers."
Rick got up and ambled over to the door, while Sara stared at him in outrage. But he didn't leave. He locked the door. Then from his pocket he produced a gleaming switchblade knife. It all happened so fast that Sara was stunned speechless. He came within five feet of her, gripping the knife and leering at her. "Okay, Miss Davis," he said, "you just do everything I tell you, and you won't get hurt."
Sara swallowed hard and said, "What do you want?"
"I want you to strip," he grinned. "What?" she gasped.
"You heard me," Rick said, waving the knife menacingly. "Take off your clothes. And you better start right now."
Sara was horrified by his command, but she was even more scared of that knife. No way could she fight off a husky teenage boy armed with a switchblade. Blushing scarlet, she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. She was so mortified, she wished she could drop through the floor and disappear, but she saw no way out of obeying Rick's orders.
"That's it, just take all your clothes off, teacher, and I won't have to use this knife."
He hiked himself up on the edge of her desk and sat there grinning and watching as she unbuttoned her blouse. Sara finally got it open and drew the blouse off, and Rick's dark eyes widened. Her white lace bra bulged with her large creamy-pale tits. The ripe globes seemed ready to burst from their confinement. He stared at her tits and licked his lips.
Miserably Sara unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She skinned out of her pantyhose, her hands trembling. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Sure, teachers were assaulted by knife-wielding students all the time, but in the big cities, not in a peaceful little town like Oakdale. She stood there in just her white lace bra and panties, praying the boy would come to his senses.
"Rick, please," she said, "you know you could get into terrible trouble for this."
"I didn't ask you to talk," he snarled. "Hurry up, take off the rest of those clothes."
Rick had a reputation as a hoodlum, and Sara knew it would be dangerous to anger him. Still blushing hotly, she reached around and unhooked her bra. As she let the lacy garment slide off and fall to the floor, Rick leaned so much closer that he almost fell off the desk. His eyes got hot and glazed as he studied her large ripe tits.
"Fantastic," he breathed. "I never seen a nicer pair."
Sara's tits were the size of small watermelons, yet they were perfectly firm and thrusting. The creamy skin was flawless. Her nipples were large, cone-shaped and rosy-pink. As she stood there trembling with mortification, her big tits quivered slightly. Rick seemed to stare at them for ages before he spoke again.
"Okay," he finally said, "the panties."
This was the part Sara dreaded most. She'd never been naked in front of a man in her whole life, except for one long-ago incident that she preferred to forget. She didn't like men, wanted nothing to do with them, and it was very humiliating for her to show the most secret parts of her body to this leering punk.
But she didn't have a choice. Blushing furiously, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began lowering, them slowly and reluctantly. Rick watched wide-eyed as she worked the lacy garment down over her curvy hips. She finally had to uncover the firm little globes of her ass, and then the large dark triangle of her bush.
The panties slithered down her long shapely legs, and she stepped out of them completely naked and so embarrassed she could have died. Rick just sat on the edge of the desk staring at her, his eyes darting back and forth between her big thrusting tits and her thick muff of dark brown cunt curls. Finally he sighed and got to his feet. He placed the knife on the desk.
"I'm setting the knife here," he said, "and believe me, I can get to it before you can."
Sara had no doubt about that, but why was he setting the knife down? She got the answer all too soon. He walked over to her, breathing heavily, reached out, and touched her naked tits. She gasped and flinched. Automatically she moved back, away from him, but he grabbed her wrists and squeezed them so hard that tears came to her eyes.
"I told you, you gotta do everything I want," he growled. "Don't move, don't talk, just cooperate. You got it?"
Sara nodded miserably, and he let go of her wrists. The relief was temporary, because right away he reached for her tits again, cupping and squeezing the big heavy melons. He molded big fistfuls of the hot silky flesh, his eyes focused hotly on her pink nipples. His touch was like an electric shock to her, something that reverberated through her whole body.
While Rick fondled her tits and breathed harshly, Sara was experiencing some very strange sensations. She was outraged by what the boy was doing, of course, yet his molding hands didn't feel unpleasant on her tits. Even more strange, she could feel her pussy starting to grow warm and moist and a little puffed. The longer her tits were squeezed and fondled, the more wet and hot her cunt became.
Sara wasn't used to those feelings because she'd very determinedly shut all sexual thoughts out of her mind when she was a young girl. She'd completely forgotten what it felt like to be aroused or horny. She didn't know what was happening to her, except that as Rick eagerly played with her tits, her whole body seemed to melt and flush.
"It's a shame to keep those gorgeous tits all to yourself, teacher," Rick said hoarsely. "They were meant to be played with."
As he spoke, he grasped her large rosy nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began to knead them. To Sara's surprise and embarrassment, the soft ccnes responded readily to his touch, growing long and stiff. They throbbed heavily between his kneeding fingers, and she felt a sudden hot spurt of juice from her cunt.
What in the world was the matter with her? How could she possibly feel turned on when she was being sexually molested by this nasty little creep? It finally dawned on Sara that her body was responding to him, if not her mind. Her slit got more hot and wet by the second as he teased her big nipples into rigid erection.
"That's better," Rick grinned, letting go of her nipples and admiring his work.
Her big tits were swollen up taut, and her nipples stuck out obscenely, long and red and visibly throbbing. Rick eyed them and licked his lips. He feasted his eyes on her luscious stiff-nippled tits from a foot away, and she could feel his heavy hot breath fanning her naked body. Then suddenly he reached down and pressed his palm against the thick dark triangle of her pussy.
"Rick, no!" Sara gasped, flinching away from him.
He slapped her hard across the face, and she was temporarily stunned. She swayed dizzily, and he caught her and dragged her over to the desk. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the desk on her back, and Rick was standing at the end of the desk trying to force her legs open. Her knees were bent, and she clenched her legs together as tightly as she could.
"Come on, damnit, get 'em open!" Rick snarled. "Or do you want me to use the knife?"
The knife, where was it? He'd removed it from the desk when he dragged her there, and now only he knew where it was. Maybe she was a coward, but she couldn't bear the thought of that blade cutting into her flesh. Moaning with shame, she let her legs relax, and Rick pushed them wide open.
Holding her bent knees far apart, he gawked at her naked pussy.
The boy hungrily ogled her mature cunt. He saw a thick fringe of glossy brown curls, and inside it a gleaming line of moist pink flesh. He could see the small mouth of her cunt, a shadowed pit at the very center of her crotch. His cock, already achingly engorged, lurched lustily in the confinement of his jeans.
He reached out and wedged the thick tip of his middle finger into the shadowy "hollow of her cunt. He felt around inside the tight ring of muscular flesh, and Sara almost gasped. She felt delicious jolts of pleasure as he worked his fingertip around in her pussy. She was ashamed of herself, but that didn't make the wonderful sensations go away.
"You're tight," he said excitedly. "Jesus, you're tight. You ever been fucked before?" Sara glared at him. He'd told her not to speak, and by God, she wouldn't. She certainly wouldn't tell him anything so private. She waited for him to get mad, but instead he just laughed and went on exploring her cunt. He wedged his thick stiff finger farther into her pussy, and again she felt such a jolt of pleasure that she almost moaned.
Slowly, exploring every inch of her slick, hot cunt, Rick worked his finger right to the last knuckle in her incredibly tight pussy. Sara gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the hot excitement she felt, but it was no use. It felt wonderful to have something long and stiff stuffing her long-neglected cunt. She just prayed the boy wouldn't notice how aroused she was getting.
"I bet you never fucked before," Rick said gleefully. "You couldn't, your cunt's too tight. And of course you wouldn't do anything nasty like that, would you, Miss Davis?"
He didn't really expect her to answer, she realized, he just wanted to humiliate her. And he was doing a damned good job of it. She didn't think she'd ever felt so embarrassed in her life as now, lying there naked with her legs spread lewdly wide, while this greasy-haired punk worked his finger around in her cunt. He began jerking it up and down, teasingly finger-fucking her.
"Noooooo," Sara whimpered.
"Aw, come on, teacher," Rick laughed, "I bet you like it."
That was just the trouble--his finger-fucking was making her achingly horny. To her shame, her famished cunt began to cream around his pistoning finger, while her pussy grew scalding hot and heavily swollen. She tried desperately to regain her self-control, to blot out the hot pleasure she was feeling, but it was no use.
He jerked his finger faster and harder in her seething little pussy, and she barely stifled a shriek of pleasure. She couldn't stop the uncontrollable creaming of her cunt, and she suddenly felt the hot juice spurting all around Rick's plowing finger. She saw his eyes widen, and she blushed beet-red.
"I felt that," he chuckled. "I felt you get all wet, teacher. Yeah, you like it, all right."
Sara could have died of shame, but all she could do was lie there and let him fingerfuck her while she struggled to hide her insane arousal. Grinning, he jerked his finger faster and faster in her helplessly juicing cunt, till it was all she could do to keep from howling with pleasure. She needed to come, needed it desperately, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
Then, to her relief, he whipped his cream-soaked finger out of her cunt just as she was on the verge of a helpless orgasm. But again her relief was short. Rick was fumbling with the fly of his jeans, tugging it open, and then the tight pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing shorts, and his horny young cock snapped stiffly from its confinement and wagged obscenely before her.
Sara couldn't help staring. Only once before in her life had she seen a man's cock, and that was nearly twenty years ago. Rick's cock was sleek and handsome, a thick seven-inch colum of blue-veined meat that began in a dark-haired base and ended in a big gleaming purple knob. His balls were as swollen as his prick, taut round bags thatched with black hairs.
She didn't need much experience to know that the boy was ragingly horny. His cock was absolutely rigid, the blue veins standing out on the engorged stalk, and the cleft of his cockhead was leaking big hot bubbles of juice. Sara knew he wouldn't rest until he'd crammed that rigid prick deep into her cunt and shot his load into her.
In spite of her mounting arousal, she shuddered at the thought. She'd vowed never to have anything to do with men and sex. As Rick hoisted himself onto the desk and knelt between her widely parted legs, she began to sob.
"Oh, no, Rick, please," she wept. "Don't rape me. Anything but that."
He grinned evilly. "Okay," he said, "jack me off, then."
It was an obscene suggestion, but Sara jumped at it. She'd accept anything but the violation of her body. She quickly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the swollen shaft of his cock. His meat was radiating fierce heat, and she could feel it throbbing violently in her fist as she started pumping it. Rick gave a lusty quiver as her warm fingers gripped and pumped his bloated prick.
"That's it, teacher," he panted. "Give me a good handjob."
As she jacked his cock, Sara felt that strange and unwelcome excitement returning. Her pussy, already swollen and horny, started to cream again and grow molten hot. She couldn't help thinking how exciting it was to hold his heavily throbbing prick in her hand, to feel the loose silky outer skin and the rigid hot core beneath.
She had to end the temptation as quickly as possible. She didn't like losing her self- control or feeling that nagging urge in her cunt for something big and stiff. She began to pump his cock very hard and fast, and Rick yelped with pleasure. More thick globs of juice bubbled from his pisshole and streamed down his shaft, wetting her fingers.
"Eat it!" he commanded. "Lick up that juice!"
Dazedly Sara bent forward, stuck out her tongue, and lapped up all the sticky juice streaming from his pisshole. It tasted hot and salty. As she licked it up and swallowed it, she felt her pussy glowing with fierce heat and getting sopping wet with gushing cunt juice. She cleaned his cock of the thick cream and raised her head again.
"Lie back," Rick ordered.
"But you told me to jack you off," Sara said.
"That's kid stuff," he growled, giving her a push.
She fell back, and before she could sit again, he was throwing himself onto her, his hard lean chest flattening her stiff red nipples. She felt the rock-hard head of his stiff young cock hammering painfully against her swollen slit, seeking her cunt. Sobbing, she pushed at his shoulders and tried to wriggle free, but he was too heavy for her.
"Oh, nooooo!" she wailed. "Rick... uhhhhhh!"
He'd hit the mark, and Sara felt her cunt suddenly crammed full of thick steel-stiff cock. He wasn't gentle about it, plowing his achingly bloated prick all the way to her womb in one greedy thrust. Completely stuffed with cock, his hairy balls resting against her slit, Sara moaned in defeat, while Rick shivered with lusty excitement and caught his breath.
"I'm into you now, teacher," he panted, "and there ain't a fuckin' think you can do about it. Jesus, your cunt's nice and tight. I'm gonna love fucking you."
Sara didn't know which horrified her most, his filthy words or the fact that her cunt was helplessly impaled by his engorged pulsating cock. He snorted lustily and began to fuck her, plowing his eager young cock hard, fast and deep in her deliciously snug little pussyhole. She expected to go on being horrified, but she wasn't. Bomb blasts of pleasure ripped through her pussy as she took the steady pounding of the boy's cock.
"Awwwwww, yeah!" Rick moaned. "Take my cock, teacher! Take every fuckin' inch of it!"
Sara struggled desperately to ignore the mind-blasting pleasure of his fucking, but she couldn't. She realized now what a mistake it had been to shut sex out of her life for almost twenty years. All she'd done was bottle up her natural needs, and now they were bursting out like the flooding of a broken dam. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted his thick steely cock cramming deep into her cunt.
She gritted her teeth and tried not to moan with ecstasy as the boy fucked into her like a stallion, giving her fantastic blasts of pleasure with each deep lunge. She creamed helplessly around his ramming prick, till his thick meat made a lewd wet sucking noise as it reamed the gushing juice from her tiny pussy. That obscene noise made the boy even more excited.
"I know you're loving it, teacher," he panted. "I can feel how wet you are."
Sara felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly stand it. There was no avoiding it, she was going to come. As the delicious explosion burst deep in her cunt, and her body began to rock in an urgently-needed orgasm, she tried to stifle her moans--and failed.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Aaaggghhhh!"
Rick propped himself up on his elbows and watched her come, still hammering his rigid prick in her squeezing little cunt. Dizzily she saw the wicked leer of triumph on his face, then closed her eyes in ecstasy as the violent climax shook her body. It had been years since she'd allowed herself the supreme pleasure of orgasm, and she couldn't help loving it.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!" she whined. "Ohhhhhh!"
"You're coming, teacher, I can tell," Rick panted. "Now I'm gonna shoot my load in you. Ahhhhhh, yeah, here it comes! Awwwwwww!"
The fiery blast of his jizz only intensified her pleasure, and she almost blacked out as the delicious convulsions wracked her body. She'd barely finished coming before Rick was pulling out and getting into his jeans. As he zipped up, he leered at her knowingly.
"I'll make you a deal, teacher," he said. "I won't tell anybody I fucked you and you came. And you put out for me whenever I want it."
He walked out, leaving Sara to sort out her feelings.
CHAPTER TWO
When Sara got home, the phone was ringing. It was her sister, calling all the way from New York to ask if Sara would do some babysitting while she went to the hospital for emergency surgery. It wasn't very serious, she said, but she needed someone to look after her son Brad.
"But of course I will," Sara said. "When can I expect him?"
"Well, as a matter of fact," her sister said sheepishly, "I was so sure you'd agree that I already put him on a plane. He should be arriving in Oakdale in about an hour." Sara was stunned, but she felt she couldn't back out now. She assured her sister that she'd leave for the airport right away. As she drove there, she tried to remember just how old Brad was and what he looked like. She hadn't seen him or her sister in years. As far as she could recall, Brad must be out of grade school by now.
The Oakdale airport wasn't very large, and the in-coming flight was a Cessna that carried only eight passengers. Seven of them were adults, so it wasn't hard for Sara to spot her nephew Brad. Still she was surprised. She hadn't thought he was that hold. The handsome, husky blond boy who stepped off the plane looked like he was in his early teens at least. Sara walked up to him uncertainly.
"Brad?" she said.
"Hey, you must be Aunt Sara," he said, flashing her a big smile. "I didn't remember you were so pretty."
Sara reddened and hurried him off to collect his luggage. She'd been expecting a little boy, not a handsome young man who was taller than she was. As they drove home, she asked him about himself and learned that he was a junior in high school. He wanted her to arrange for him to finish out his last few weeks of school at Oakdale High.
Sara wondered if she could even go back there after her humiliating experience with Rick. Of course she'd have to go back, it was her career. But Rick would be there in her sixth-period class, grin-ning knowingly at her, and he'd almost certainly want to fuck her again. She didn't know what to do. She decided to push the whole problem from her mind till tomorrow. Right now she had her nephew to think about.
After dinner, Sara excused herself, saying she was going to have a bath and go to bed early. She really needed some time alone to think. Lounging in the warm bath water, she debated whether or not to report Rick to the principal for raping her. It would be so embarrassing, and the boy would probably claim that she'd cooperated.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and Brad walked in.
Sara gasped and threw her arms over her naked tits. "Brad, I told you I was taking a bath," she sputtered.
"I know, Aunt Sara," he grinned, "so I came in to scrub your back for you. It was real nice of you to take me in on such short notice. I guess I can do something in return."
He seemed so friendly and innocent that Sara didn't know what to do. Maybe his family was uninhibited about nudity, and maybe she was being a prude. She was still debating about it as Brad knelt beside the tub, grabbed the soap, and began lathering up her back. Sara sat there rigidly, her arms still folded over her large thrusting tits.
"Relax," Brad laughed, "I'm not gonna rape you or anything."
That was an unfortunate choice of words. It brought the incident of that day vividly back to her mind. Helplessly she saw herself lying naked on her desk, pinned beneath his eagerly humping body, as he pistoned his steel-hard cock in and out of her long-denied cunt. As she re-lived the scene, she felt suddenly and achingly horny.
Brad's gentle massage of her back wasn't helping, either. Suddenly she wanted a man's touch, wanted her nephew to touch her all over. He was working down from her shoulders, spreading the soap lather all over her back, and his hands seemed to be coming awfully close to the plump outer curves of her tits. She felt her pussy getting hot and swollen.
What was the matter with her? Why, after twenty years without sex, should she suddenly want it so much? It was as if Rick had awakened all her buried needs, and now she couldn't control them. She shivered with longing as Brad's soap-slick fingers worked closer and closer to her tits. If she didn't get away from the boy immediately, she might do something foolish. "That's enough, thank you, Brad," she said shakily.
"Aw, let me finish, Aunt Sara," he said. "As long as I got my hands wet, I might as well do the whole job."
He went on soaping her body, working his hands up her sides and caressing the outer swelling of her large firm tits. Sara felt a hot spurt of juice from her lusty little cunt. She couldn't forget how marvelous it had felt when Rick crammed his big hard prick into her pussy and fucked her deep and hard. She wanted to be fucked again, wanted it urgently.
Suddenly Brad pushed her arms aside and cupped her tits in his lather-filled hands. Sara was taken off guard and was too surprised to react for a moment. The boy squeezed and molded the hot silky flesh of her tits, and she felt sharp jolts of pleasure racing right down to her swelling slit. Her big conical nipples began to stiffen under Brad's massaging palms.
"B-Brad, really, that's enough," she stammered.
"Sorry," he chuckled, "I just couldn't resist. You've got fantastic tits, Aunt Sara."
What was she supposed to say to that? He might be only a boy, but he'd obviously been around, and he came from an environment that was much more uninhibited than hers. As he eagerly soaped and squeezed her sensitive melon-sized tits, she felt her pussy growing molten hot with need. She had to get away from Brad before she lost her self-control completely.
Just then she felt his hands leaving her tits and moving lower, down over her sleek flat belly. His hands dipped under the water and explored the thick dark curls of her cunt. As he pressed the wet fur patch, stimulating the swollen mound beneath, Sara felt such a hot rush of lust that she almost moaned. She couldn't deny that she wanted her handsome teenage nephew to fuck her.
"That's enough, Brad!" she cried.
She wriggled from his grasp and leaped from the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. Brad got to his feet smiling mysteriously, and as he turned toward her, Sara saw that there was a big hard lump at the crotch of his jeans. The temptation was powerful, but she told herself that she was absolutely not going to get sexually involved with her sister's kid.
She'd already gone too far today, way too far. She'd let Rick fuck her, and she hadn't been able to conceal her enjoyment. To fuck Brad would be incest, and she didn't need that on her conscience, not on top of the incident with Rick. She's just have to find some other way to satisfy her reborn lusts. She turned and reached for the door knob.
Brad grabbed her from behind, rubbing his sharply tented crotch against her ass. He slid his hands up under the towel and pressed the silky damp fur of her pussy. Sara stifled a moan and felt sizzling pussy juice running down her thighs.
"Please, Brad, let go of me," she moaned. "You know this isn't right."
"What's wrong with it?" he said hoarsely, still pressing her swollen fur-matted cunt. "If you and I want to have fun together, that's nobody's business but ours."
"Brad, I'm your aunt!" Sara cried. "You can't make love to your own aunt."
"I don't know why not," he chuckled. "Sounds like a real turn-on to me."
Sara used her last ounce of self-control to wrench herself from his grasp, open the door, and run for her bedroom. If she stayed another second with the boy, she wouldn't be able to resist his eager hard cock. Brad thundered after her, but she managed to get into her room, slam the door and lock it. She leaned against it, almost moaning with horniness.
"Aw, come on, Aunt Sara," Brad called. "We could have a really hot time."
"No, Brad," she moaned. "You go to bed and think things over. If you just calm down and think, you'll see why it can't work. I'm going to sleep."
She heard him walking away, then slamming the door of the guest room. She let the towel fall from her body and staggered over to her bed. Tumbling down on the bedspread, she instinctively slipped her hand between her thighs and began to rub her achingly swollen cunt. The scalding flesh was wet with pussy juice.
Sara had never masturbated before because she hadn't even allowed herself to think about sex. Tonight she was powerfully tempted. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep when she was seething with horniness. Running her fingers over the pouting hot flesh of her pussy, she felt shivers of pleasure. She'd never tried playing with herself, but she was sure she could come that way.
She slid a finger between the thick-furred lips of her cunt and touched the erect throbbing bud of her clit. It was the most sensitive organ of her body, and as she began to rub it, she felt strong waves of pleasure. She realized that all she had to do was rub that swollen lump for a while and she'd get the relief she so urgently needed.
"Mmmmmmram," she sighed.
It really did feel fantastically good to frig her horny little clit. Lying there stroking herself, she began to relax. As her defenses weakened, she let her mind drift back to the year she was sixteen. That was when her whole trouble had started. She usually tried not to think about what had happened, but now she couldn't shut out the memory.
In Sara's sixteenth summer, her Uncle Don came to visit. He was her father's brother, a tall, powerfully-built, dark-haired man who looked very much like her daddy. He must have been in his mid-thirties then. Sara thought he was handsome and fun to be with. She even had a crush on him. Uncle Don took her everywhere he went. One time he took her to the beach.
Sara was almost grown by then, but she didn't know how stunning she looked in her skimpy red bikini swimsuit. She was too young to understand the hot gleam in Uncle Don's eyes when she took off her beach jacket and strolled beside him in just that skimpy suit, her big ripe tits almost popping from the tiny strapless bra. All she could think about was the fun she and Uncle Don were going to have swimming together.
They found a private cove and stretched out on a blanket to get good and hot from the sun before attempting the cool ocean water. Uncle Don lay very close to Sara, but she wasn't alarmed about it. She loved him and liked his closeness. When he began rubbing her back, she purred with contentment.
"You're a very pretty girl, Sara," he said. There was an unusual hoarse note to his voice.
"You think so, Uncle Don?" she sighed. "I think I'm too tall."
"No, that just makes you stand out from the other girls," he said. "You're a knock-out, honey. You must have lots of boys chasing after you."
"No," Sara sighed, "Mom and Daddy won't let me date yet. I have to wait till school starts next fall."
She thought she felt his hands start to moisten, but she didn't think much about it. It felt so soothing to have her back rubbed. When he untied the little string that held her bra on, that didn't bother her, either. Maybe he wanted to rub there. Her bra slipped down, uncovering all of her large ripe tits except the nipples.
Uncle Don spoke in a soft, soothing voice as he massaged her back, and Sara felt hypnotized with pleasure. Soon he was moving his hands downward, touching the outer swelling of her tits, but still no alarm went off in her head. Sara was totally inexperienced when it came to sex. This was just good old Uncle Don being nice to her.
"It's really better that you don't date boys your own age for a while," he was saying. "You need somebody older, a guy who knows what he's doing."
Sara wasn't paying much attention to his words, in fact she was half-asleep, lulled by his soft voice and the hot sun. He slipped his hands under her tits and began to squeeze and mold them gently. Sara felt a delicious hot sensation in her pussy, and her large rosy-pink nipples went rigid and pulsating against his palms. It felt so nice to have him fondle her tits.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured. "You like that, honey?" Uncle Don said hoarsely.
"Mmmmmm, feels nice," Sara sighed.
"I know something that'll feel even nicer," he said. "You just relax and let Uncle Don make you feel good."
That was just fine with Sara. She was enjoying his touch more by the second, and that strange but pleasant hot sensation in her pussy was getting stronger. She felt Uncle Don untying the strings that held her bikini bottoms together, then pushing the garment aside and uncovering her adorable little round ass. He cupped the firm globes and massaged them, and Sara quivered with enjoyment.
She felt him sliding a finger into the tight crease of her ass, then working his fingertip down to the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. It felt exciting to her, and her virgin cunt leaked a little rush of steamy juice. Uncle Don rubbed his fingertip back and forth over the clenched opening, and more hot cream dribbled from her aroused pussy. Then he popped the tip of his finger into her shitter and worked it up and down.
"Ooooooooo!" Sara squealed.
"Feel good?" he said.
"Yessssss," she sighed. "Weird, but good."
He started inching his stiff finger deeper into her snug little asshole, and the deeper he went, the more exciting it felt to Sara. A few times before in her young life, when she'd had a crush on a boy, she'd had horny feelings, but never as strongly as this. She felt her virgin pussy puffing up and getting molten hot and very wet.
Uncle Don worked his stiff finger as far as he could into her scalding, gripping shitter, and Sara moaned with lusty excitement. He started finger-fucking her asshole, jerking his finger up and down in the slick little tube, and Sara squealed with pleasure and clawed at the blanket. Now the hot juice was pouring uncontrollably from her horny little cunt.
"Ahhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned.
"You like that a lot, don't you, honey?" Uncle Don said in that odd hoarse voice.
"Oh, yeah, Uncle Don," Sara whined. "It feels so good. Please keep doing it to me."
"Sure I will, honey," he said.
Sara had never experienced anything so exciting in her life as his stiff finger jerking up and down in her sensitive little asshole. Her pussy was on fire with horniness, and soon she was instinctively moving her hips in a helpless fucking motion. She didn't think about the right or wrong of the situation. All she knew was that Uncle Don knew a way to give her incredible pleasure.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhh!"
"That's it, honey," Uncle Don panted. "Enjoy it. Let me bring you off."
Sara didn't know what that meant. She only knew that the pleasure was building in her pussy till she was screaming with it. The beach swirled before her gaze, and then she screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy. Uncle Don crammed his rigid finger deep into her fiery-hot asshole, and suddenly she felt like a bomb blast of pleasure and exploded deep in her belly.
"Aagggghhhh!" she wailed.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and wave after wave of violent pleasure ripped through her pussy. She could feel hot juice sizzling from her cunt and soaking her whole crotch. The delicious spasms went on for almost a minute, and then she lay limp and glowing with satisfaction.
"Uncle Don!" she gasped. "What happened to me?"
"You had an orgasm, Sara," he said. "You came. Would you like to come again?"
"Mmmmmmm, yes, I'd love it," she sighed.
"Let me turn you over, then," he said, "and I can do it better."
Sara let him roll her over, and her untied bikini panties slipped away, uncovering her glossy brown bush. She didn't feel self-conscious about lying naked in front of him. All she could think about was the mind-blasting pleasure he'd given her and how he was going to give her more. He eased her long legs open and stared hungrily at her young pink pussy slit.
"You'll like this even better, Sara," he promised.
He dipped his head down into the soft fur of her cunt, snaked out his tongue, and began to flick the wet tip over her tiny pink clit. Sara groaned. The pleasure was fantastic, even better than when he'd finger-fucked her asshole. She let her legs fall all the way open and gurgled in ecstasy as Uncle Don ate her pussy.
"Unnnggghhhh, yes! I LOVE IT!" she moaned.
He jammed his mouth onto her erect throbbing clit and began to suck it. Sara almost flew off the blanket, the pleasure was so sudden and powerful. She howled as his firm lips tugged and squeezed her super-sensitive clit. He made a lewd wet slurping noise that only added to her excitement. Her virgin cunt was gushing uncontrollably onto his bobbing chin.
"Uhhhhhh, Uncle Don!" she groaned. "You're doing it to me again! I'M COMING! AAAGGGHHHH!"
As the second delicious orgasm ripped through her body, Sara closed her eyes and convulsed, wailing with ecstasy. She wished those wonderful sensations would last forever, but after several seconds her spasms faded, and she opened her eyes to find Uncle Don stark naked. She couldn't help gawking. She'd never seen a cock before.
Uncle Don's prick looked enormous to her inexperienced eyes, a rigid wrist-thick slab of meat that sprang from a thick bush of dark wiry hairs. She didn't get to look at it very long, because suddenly he climbed on top of her, his big hair-matted chest scraping her stiff-nippled tits. She felt his cock, hot and stiff, poking urgently against her cunt.
"I can't help it, honey," her uncle moaned. "I've just gotta fuck you."
He thrust his hips forward hard, and Sara felt a blast of pain that made her scream. Uncle Don clapped a hand over her mouth, and she found she couldn't wriggle out from under his weight. She felt her untried cunt being painfully crammed full of rock- hard throbbing cock. She gave muffled sobs, certain that his massive prick would tear her in half.
"Ahhhhhhh, Christ, your pussy's tight!" Uncle Don moaned.
He started pistoning his big rigid prick up and down in the tiny bruised tube of her cunt. Sara just lay there praying it wouldn't last long, but as he went on fucking her, she began to experience little bursts of pleasure. After a minute or two she found she liked having her cunt stuffed with his thick pulsating prick, and she began to gurgle with enjoyment.
Uncle Don took his hand off her mouth and panted, "Feel good to you, honey?"
"Uhhhhhhh, yessss," Sara moaned.
She couldn't remember much after that, her mind was so blasted with pleasure. Uncle Don fucked her until she came twice, and then he got off, filling her snug little pussyhole with steaming jizz. She wasn't sorry to have lost her cherry. All she could think about was fucking Uncle Don again.
They fucked every chance they could get that summer, till he had to go home. The rest of the story was short and grim. Sara found out she was pregnant, and her horrified parents sent her away to a place for unmarried mothers and made her give the baby up for adoption. She never did tell them that it was Uncle Don's baby. But of course she would never forget.
Now, almost twenty years later, Sara lay naked on her bed, feverishly rubbing her clit and thinking about Uncle Don. She hated him for what he'd done to her. He'd made her hate all men, and for twenty years she'd hated the very thought of sex. Now her natural urges had surfaced again, and she didn't seem able to control them.
All she could think about was the burning need in her pussy and the fantastic pleasure she'd felt when Uncle Don plowed his big hard cock into her seething wet pussyhole. She couldn't help it, she was desperate to be fucked again. Nothing could take the place of fucking, not even the sharp jolts of pleasure she was getting as she frigged her clit.
She wanted something big and stiff in her cunt. It was as simple as that. Wild with horniness, desperate for relief, Sara shoved her stiff middle finger hard into her cunt. The snug tube was searing-hot and soaked with her helplessly gushing pussy juice. She jerked her finger roughly up and down, imitating the motions of a hungrily plowing cock.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, I need it so bad!" she whined.
One finger wasn't enough. She wanted to feel something the size of a real live cock. Moaning with need, she bunched three fingers and crammed them deep into her seething wet fuckhole. She plowed her fingers hard and fast in her achingly horny cunt. This time she had the sensation she wanted, and in seconds she was coming.
She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her screams of release. She'd discovered one way to take care of her lust, but could it really take the place of a man?
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, when Sara made Brad's breakfast and then drove him to school to register for the rest of the term, he was polite and friendly. He didn't mention his attempted seduction in the bathroom. That was a relief for Sara, and even more of a relief was that Rick didn't show up for her sixth-period class.
Maybe both boys felt ashamed of themselves and wouldn't bother her any more. She really hoped so, because it would be so hard for her to control herself if any attractive man or boy came on to her. Ever since yesterday, when Rick fucked her, she'd felt horny all the time. But she needed a man her own age, not one of her students, and certainly not her nephew.
Sara and Brad met in the school parking lot when classes were over. As they drove home Sara asked, "Well, how did it go?"
"Okay, I guess," Brad said. "I'm gonna have to get used to such a small school. That's not really what's on my mind, though. About last night... "
"Oh, please, Brad, let's not talk about it," Sara said, reddening. "Let's just forget it happened."
"Okay, Aunt Sara," he said, "but I just wanted to tell you, I think you're just about the nicest and prettiest lady I ever met."
They were just pulling up in the doorway when he said it, and Sara switched off the ignition and smiled at him.
"Why, thank you, Brad. That's very sweet of you."
He leaned forward as if to kiss her, and Sara let him give her a little smooch on the lips. That was a mistake. Instantly she felt a urgent burning need in her pussy. She blushed and got out of the car, hurrying for the house. All during dinner and later, when they watched TV, she tried to avoid speaking to her handsome blond nephew.
But Brad seemed so restless, it was hard to ignore him. He tried a dozen different postures in his chair, got up and paced around, and couldn't seem to get interested in anything on television. Against her better judgment, but not knowing what else to do, Sara suggested he have a beer to settle himself down. That seemed to help.
Soon afterwards, Sara got up and stretched. "Well, I'm going to bed."
"Wish I could go with you," Brad said, his voice a little slurred.
He got to his feet, weaving a little, and Sara realized what a mistake she'd made. Just one beer had made the boy tipsy. "Brad," she said, "you're about ready to fall on your face. Let me help you to bed."
She turned off the TV, took Brad's arm, and guided him down the hall to the guest room. He fell heavily on the bed and looked as if he was going to pass out. Sara would have to undress him. She removed his sneakers and socks, then tugged off his t-shirt. His lean, hard chest was tan and hairless, his arms well-muscled. She felt a rush of lust but tried to ignore it.
While Brad lay there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, trying to keep her eyes off the large soft bulge at the fly of his jockey shorts. Nervously she grasped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down. The boy didn't stir, and when she had him completely naked, she just couldn't resist gawking at his handsome semi-hard cock.
He had a small bush of wiry blondish hairs, and his prick was thick and blue-veined. His slack balls were lightly thatched with the same sandy hairs.
Gawking at his cock and balls, Sara felt almost faint with lust, and her hungry cunt gushed a spurt of hot juice. She leaned closer for a better look at his cock, her hot breath fanning the thick meat.
As she breathed on his cock, she saw it twitch and begin to stiffen. Hypnotized with longing, she watched her nephew's prick balloon into a rigid six-inch column of flesh. It stood straight up, and the head of his prick mushroomed into a big gleaming bulb of purple flesh, while his balls filled and fattened till they were round and taut.
Suddenly Brad grinned, sat up, and said, "Surprise!"
Sara leaped back with a gasp. "Brad," she said angrily, "you weren't drunk at all."
"That's right," he grinned, "I just wanted you to undress me."
Sara was too mad to speak. She turned on her heels and started for the door, but Brad leaped off the bed and grabbed her from behind. While she sputtered and protested, he dragged her to the bed. He was a little taller than her, and much stronger. He effortlessly pushed her onto the bed and threw himself on her, pinning her down with his superior weight.
"Brad, let me up right this instant," she fumed. "I told you last night, I want no part of this, and that's final."
"Aw, come on, Auntie," he said, "let's have a little fun together. I haven't been laid since last weekend, and I'm really horny."
Sara's mouth fell open. Imagine a teenage boy talking like that! She had to remind herself that New York was a much different place from Oakdale. She tried to wriggle out from under him, but it was no use. Grinning wickedly, Brad began to undo the buttons of her prim white blouse. She could feel his steel-stiff cock rubbing her belly.
"Brad, no," she moaned.
"I wanta see your tits," he said.
There was nothing she could do to stop him. He got her blouse open and pushed it aside, then gawked at her fully-packed white lace bra. He ran his hand over the pouting exposed parts of her melon-sized tits, and Sara felt another dizzying rush of horniness. Then he slid his hand underneath her back and expertly unhooked her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and stared at her firm big tits and their large pink nipples.
"Fantastic!" he breathed. "You could be a centerfold, Aunt Sara."
"Great!" Sara snapped. "As soon as you're through staring, let me up. I have to work tomorrow, you know."
Her anger had no effect on Brad. He began to caress her naked tits, running his hand all over the silky hot flesh, and Sara felt her pussy getting all hot, wet and swollen. She could still feel his bloated hard cock rubbing her belly, and she couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would feel to have that stiff slab of meat plowing hard into her famished cunt.
But of course that was out of the question. The boy was her sister's son. Sara lay there trying to ignore her aching need, while Brad caressed and squeezed every hot inch of her sensitive tits. Then he dipped his head down, stuck out his gleaming red tongue, and began to lick her soft pink nipples.
" Noooooo!" Sara whined.
She felt such hot excitement that she could barely keep from writhing. Her cunt juice was dribbling out steadily now, soaking the crotch of her panties. Brad's hot juicy tongue felt delicious on her tender nipples. To her embarrassment, the big pink cones responded quickly to his tonguing, growing long and rigid and heavily throbbing.
"Well, well, look at that," Brad grinned. "Maybe you like what I'm doing."
"I certainly do not!" Sara snapped. If only he knew how wet and hot her pussy was!
"Then let's see how you like this," Brad chuckled.
He opened his mouth and brought it down around her right nipple, taking the whole rigid bud between his lips. He began to suck, and Sara lurched violently as strong jolts of pleasure radiated from her nipple and streaked right down to her helplessly creaming pussy slit. His sucking felt marvelous. She wanted to whimper and gurgle, but she reminded herself that this boy was not for her.
Brad sucked her big pink nipple till it was visibly pulsating and soaked with hot spit. Then he released it and sucked in her other nipple, giving it the same delicious treatment. Sara felt her panty crotch sopping with pussy cream and wondered how she could get away before she completely lost her will to resist. She just couldn't fuck her young nephew. She couldn't have that on her conscience.
Brad finally tired of sucking her tits, and she felt his hand creeping up under her skirt. She moaned in protest, but of course that didn't stop the frantically horny boy. She'd seen too many hard-ons, too many tented crotches, in her classroom to be able to kid herself about teenage boys. They were nearly always horny, and they couldn't rest until they'd gotten off.
Knowing this, she realized that her words weren't going to stop Brad. He was thinking with his balls, not his brain. Helpless, she felt his hand inching farther and farther up her leg, touching her satiny hot thigh, and finally reaching the cream- soaked crotch of her panties. She blushed hotly and hoped he wouldn't understand what that wetness meant.
But she'd forgotten how sophisticated he was for a teenage boy. He fingered the crotch of her panties and grinned.
"You can't bullshit me now, Auntie. You're all wet down there. Hell, you're just as horny as I am."
"I'm only human, Brad," Sara moaned, "but it would be incest if we made love. Please, let me up."
Brad ignored her words completely. Breathing heavily, he grabbed her panties and pantyhose in a firm grip and tugged them down, tearing them in his eagerness. He ripped them right off her, taking her sandals in the process and leaving her naked from the waist down except for her skirt. He pushed the skirt up out of the way and stared hungrily at her thick dark triangle of cunt curls.
He petted the warm soft curls, stimulating her swollen pussy beneath, and Sara writhed with need. Her cunt was still drooling uncontrollably, and she felt the thick hot cream trickling down the crack of her ass. She wanted to be fucked so bad, she could have screamed. If only it were someone else besides Brad who was getting her so hot!
The boy knew his way around. He parted the thickly furred lips of her cunt and exposed the small pink lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the pea-sized bud and started rubbing it, firmly and rhythmically. Sara barely stifled a groan of pleasure. Delicious jolts of sensation ripped through her pussy as her nephew massaged her horny little clit.
"You like this," he said. "I can tell."
"No," Sara desperately lied. "No, Brad, let me go."
But Brad didn't need her words to confirm what he saw and felt. As he massaged her clit with his fingertip, he could see the little bud getting its own tiny hard-on, going stiff and engorged and heavily pulsating. He could watch her ripe red cunt slit swelling up and beading with droplets of pearly juice. He frigged her faster and felt his finger suddenly soaked with a steaming flood of cunt cream.
"You like it, all right," he panted. "And you're gonna like this even better."
He took her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it roughly. Sara moaned hoarsely and creamed all over his hand. She knew she couldn't fool him now. She felt her whole body flushing with hot arousal, felt her molten cunt juice gushing down her ass crack. She couldn't think straight any more. She was conscious only of the wild pleasure she felt as Brad kneaded her clit.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned.
"Yeah, go with it, Auntie," Brad said excitedly. "Don't be ashamed of feeling good."
That was all sex meant to him, feeling good, no matter who he was doing it with. It didn't seem to bother him that Sara was his aunt and old enough to be his mother. She knew nothing was going to stop him. He kneaded her clit faster and harder, till the pleasure was almost unbearable. Her natural instincts took over, and she arched her body upward, forcing her violently throbbing clit farther between his kneading fingers, "Ohhhhhhh, my God!" she moaned.
"You're just about to come, aren't you, Auntie?" Brad said.
Sara couldn't answer. She was hovering tantaliz-ingly at the very brink of orgasm. Just a few more strokes of his fingers, and she'd be over the edge. Keeping her body arched, whining softly, she quivered and waited for the delicious explosion of pleasure that she needed so urgently. And just then Brad let go of her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned in frustration.
"You wanta get off, Aunt Sara?" Brad said harshly. "Well, I guarantee you'll get off, but only if we fuck."
"No, Brad," Sara sobbed. "We can't do that."
Brad looked angry enough to hit her, but then he grinned and slid his hand lower to her steaming wet cunt. "Okay," he said, "I'll just have to change your mind."
She felt him wedging the thick hard tip of his middle finger into the muscular ring of her cunt, and she shivered with lusty excitement. He plowed his rigid finger deep into her scorching little fuckhole, and she slammed her famished pussy forward to take it, wanting the stiff digit as deep as possible in her achingly horny cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned.
Brad started finger-fucking her, cramming his stiff middle finger hard and fast in her slick cunt. That was ecstasy for Sara, exactly the sensation she craved. Her hips jerked in an instinctive fucking motion, meeting each deep lunge of his finger with a greedy downward thrust. With something long and hard pumping away in her gushing pussyhole, it would be easy for her to get off.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned.
"Yeah, you really go for this, don't you?" Brad taunted.
He kept working his stiff finger faster and harder in her gushing little cunt, giving her blasts of pleasure that ripped through her whole pussy. Sara realized she was losing control of herself, letting the boy know how desperately she needed to get off, but she didn't care any more. All that mattered to her was coming.
She slammed her famished cunt furiously around the rigid spike of meat, drenching his hand with her thick gushing pussy juice. She spun closer and closer to an urgently-needed climax, her cunt growing tighter and hotter around his finger by the second. Again she arched her body, shivered, and moaned at the very brink of orgasm--and Brad abruptly whipped his cream-soaked finger out of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, Brad!" she wept. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you, Aunt Sara," he said with mock tenderness. "I'll get you off whenever you want. Just let me stick my cock in you, that's all."
He rolled off her and rose to his knees, displaying his almost painful hard-on. Dizzily Sara stared at his handsome teenage prick, so fiercely stiff that it hugged his belly. The engorged purple head of his prick gleamed, and the slit of his pisshole was leaking big hot bubbles of juice. His hugely bloated balls crowded the space between his thighs.
Seeing her eyes focused hotly on his prick, Brad said hoarsely, "How about it, Sara? You do me a favor, and I'll do you one."
Sara moaned with longing, her pussy so swollen with need that it ached. She wanted more than anything in the world to take the boy's thick steel-stiff cock into her long- denied cunt. She ached to come. But her last shred of conscience warned her that she couldn't commit incest and still live with herself.
"Brad, no!" she sobbed. "It just wouldn't be right."
That did it for Brad. He'd been horny for his beautiful aunt since the minute he met her. He'd tried seduction, politeness, persuasion, even frigging her into a frenzy of need. He wasn't going to wait for her permission any longer. His balls felt ready to explode with their hot load. Growling with need, he threw himself heavily onto her, sinking down between her smooth thighs.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Aunt Sara!" he snarled. "Whether you like it or not."
He'd knocked the breath out of her as he flung himself onto her, and Sara couldn't react fast enough. Just as she started to push at his shoulders, trying desperately to roll him off her body, she felt his rigid hot cock ramming deep into her juicy little fuckhole. The pleasure was so powerful, she fell back limp, unable to resist.
"Awwwwwww, shit, your pussy's hot!" Brad moaned. "So damned tight, too, the tightest I ever been in."
He started fucking into her without restraint, too urgently horny to be slow or gentle. Their bellies met in loud smacks as he crammed his granite prick again and again into her deliciously snug pussy. She could feel his hairy bloated balls spanking her slit, his rigid cock slamming all the way to her womb.
"Uhhhhnnnn!" she moaned.
Each savage lunge of his steely cock gave her such a powerful blast of pleasure that she couldn't help moaning and creaming all over his cock. Incest or not, she couldn't bear to stop fucking him now. She had twenty years of pent-up lust to satisfy, and the boy's hard-driving cock, cramming mercilessly into her cunt, was exactly what she needed.
For a while Brad was completely occupied with the hot pleasure of plowing his bloated prick into the scorching wet pulp of his aunt's tight pussyhole. He didn't notice her response, didn't care about it. But finally it dawned on him that she wasn't resisting any more. He raised himself on his elbows and studied her, still pistoning his steely prick hard and fast in her molten cunt.
Sara was just lying there letting him fuck her. Her lovely face was flushed with excitement and twisted in a grimace of pleasure. Her large brown eyes fluttered and rolled, and her perfect white teeth flashed as she panted. He could feel her helplessly gushing cunt juice drenching his cock in a steady flood. His excitement increased sharply as he realized that his aunt was enjoying his fucking.
He tried fucking into her even harder and faster, and she responded with a hoarse scream of pleasure and began clawing at the bedspread. She soaked his pistoning prick with molten juice. Her gorgeous big tits wobbled like jello with the force of his fucking, but the harder he did it to her, the more she seemed to like it.
She liked it, all right, but he had to hear her say it. "Good for you, Auntie?" he asked, leering. "You like me to fuck you?"
"Oh, please, Brad," Sara moaned. "Don't ask me. You've got what you wanted. Don't make me talk."
Brad had to be satisfied with that for now, but he promised himself that someday he'd have her begging for his cock. He wanted to conquer this proud, inhibited woman completely, to break down all her defenses and make her a complete slut in bed. He slid his hands under her lustily churning ass and fucked into her even harder, till the bed started to shake and creak.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Sara wailed. "Aagghhhh!"
She'd never been fucked so long and so hard, not by Rick, not even by her Uncle Don. Brad was like a powerful young fucking machine, pistoning his cock into her tirelessly, not even breaking into a sweat as he crammed his rigid prick fast and hard into her molten little pussyhole. It was just the kind of prolonged merciless fucking she craved after all those years without a man. She couldn't help responding to it, and soon she was starting to climax.
"Unnngghhhhhh! I'M COMING!" she howled. "Ohhhhhhh, God! OHHHHHHHH!"
Brad was taken by surprise when she came so violently. Her whole body rocked and bucked, and he had to keep a tight grip on her grinding little ass to keep from being thrown off. He dug his engorged prick deep into her convulsing cunt and struggled not to come as her spasming pussy grip-ped and tugged at his meat.
"Unnnggghhhh!" Sara wailed. "Aaagggghhhh!"
It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, and the delicious convulsions seemed to go on and on. No way could she hide her wild response from Brad. She had no control over her body. She writhed, screamed, and beat her heels on the bed till at last she flopped back limp and flushed. Brad's cock was still hard as a rock inside her.
"Okay, Auntie, my turn," he panted.
Still gripping her ass tightly, he began fucking into her like a pile-driver, knocking the breath out of her with each brutal lunge. His hard cock head battered her womb, and his bristly-haired balls lashed her slit, but Sara wanted his merciless fucking. Only that combined pain and pleasure could satisfy her long-starved pussy.
"Take it, Auntie, take my cock!" Brad moaned.
"Give it to me!" Sara moaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can! Ahhhhhh, yessss! AHHHHHHH!"
Suddenly and unexpectedly she was coming again, this time in a firecracker string of orgasms that ripped through her whole body and made her scream with pleasure. Her convulsing cunt squeezed Brad's cock almost flat, and the frantically horny boy couldn't hold out. He felt his balls convulse and release their steaming load of jizz.
"Awwwwww, shit! I'M COMING!" he yelled. "Take my load, Aunt Sara! Take it! WHHAAAAHHHH!"
They came together, Sara screeching with pleasure as his sizzling load of cum flooded her cunt. But even when they finished and went limp in each other's arms, she felt Brad's tireless teenage cock stiffening again deep in her pussy.
"One more time," he whispered hoarsely. "Just one more time."
CHAPTER FOUR
Sara was glad she didn't have Brad in any of her classes. It was hard enough facing him at breakfast and then driving him to school. He didn't say anything about last night's fucking, but he kept smiling at her, a knowing smile that made her blush all the way down to her toes.
It was hard to concentrate on her work that day, because she couldn't help thinking about Brad. She .knew he'd want to fuck her again when they got home, and she wondered what to do about it. Why even resist? She'd already committed incest. And just thinking about last night made her ragingly horny. By the time classes let out for the day, she could think of nothing but her nephew and his stiff young cock.
He was waiting in the parking lot, and as they drove home, he chatted to Sara about his classes and the new friends he was making. He seemed distant and polite, but Sara noticed that he kept inching closer to her, till finally their thighs touched. Her pussy began to swell and cream. If he came on to her, it would be hell to resist--if she resisted at all.
Her moment of decision was quick in coming. They'd just stepped into the house when Brad pulled her into his arms and gave her a deep, lingering tongue-kiss. Sara's whole body quivered with horniness, and her cunt ached from her nephew's rigid throbbing cock. She knew she wasn't going to fight him this time. She needed his fucking too much.
Brad drew back and said hoarsely, "Let's go into the bedroom, okay?"
Sara reddened and nodded. She felt ashamed of herself for giving in so easily to something she knew was wrong, but she simply had to get some relief for the burning need in her pussy. She led the way to her room, and she and Brad started to undress without a word. Her famished cunt was creaming steadily by now, the hot juice soaking the crotch of her panties.
Naked, she hurried over to the bed and lay down on her back. Brad was just tugging off his shorts, and he paused to ogle her tall curvy body, his eyes darting from her big thrusting tits to her thick dark bush. Then he whisked off his shorts and started toward her, his stiff six-inch prick weaving heavily.
He slid onto the bed and began fondling her hot pulsating tits. "You're not gonna fight me this time," he said. "That's good. We can have so much fun together, Aunt Sara."
"But we mustn't ever tell anyone, Brad," Sara added anxiously.
"Hey, don't worry," he smiled. "I don't wanta spoil a good thing."
Having his promise to keep their incestuous affair a secret; Sara relaxed and enjoyed the delicious sensation of having her sensitive tits squeezed and molded. Presently Brad dipped his face down and began tonguing her big pink nipples into stiffness. It felt so exciting, Sara squealed. She watched his gleaming red tongue swirling around her nipples while the soft buds grew long and rigid and pink.
"Mmmmmmmm, Brad, that feels nice," she sighed.
"You're really different today," he said. "You're letting yourself go. What made you change?"
"I don't know," Sara said. "Maybe I just gave up fighting with myself."
"Well, I like it, whatever made it happen," he said. "Now we can have some real fun."
He moved down the bed and eased her legs wide open, bending her knees. Sara hadn't lost all of her inhibitions, and she blushed a little as the boy stared eagerly at her exposed pussy. But when he reached out and began rubbing her erect clit with the tip of his finger, she quickly forgot her shyness. Hot pleasure rippled through her pussy.
"Ooooooo, yes, Brad!" she moaned. "I love it when you touch me like that."
"When I frig your clit, you mean?" he grinned. "Don't be afraid to use the real words."
Sara never thought their roles would be reversed and that he'd be the teacher, but she knew she had a lot to learn from this incredibly experienced teenaged boy. She hadn't been fucked in twenty years till Rick and Brad, and she'd forgotten the language of love-making. Brad's dirty talk turned her on powerfully.
"Yes," she panted, "frig my clit, darling! I love the way it feels."
Brad beamed. His beautiful aunt was turning into the kind of lover he wanted--wild, wicked and uninhibited. He rewarded her by taking her wet throbbing clit between his fingers and kneading it roughly. Sara gave a shrill squeal of pleasure, and he felt his frigging fingers suddenly soaked with a steaming rush of cunt juice.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Sara moaned.
Her inhibitions were rapidly fading as the delicious sensations of his frigging melted her pussy. She lay there with her legs wide open, creaming furiously, and moaning with pleasure. For a while, at least, she could forget the rest of the world and just indulge herself in sex. She realized that she'd needed to do that for a long, long time.
Brad was playing tricks again. He kneaded her clit till she was almost screaming with pleasure, till she was hovering on the very brink of orgasm, then withdrew his hand. Sara groaned in frustration and shot him an accusing look, but he just grinned.
"Damnit, Brad!" she cried. "Why did you stop? I was just about coming."
"I just wanted to make sure you were really hot for fucking," he said.
"Oh?" Sara said. "You don't think I'm hot enough? Well, feel this."
She grabbed his hand and put his palm down against her ripe red slit. Brad felt the tautly swollen flesh and found it scorching hot and sopping with gushing cunt juice. He pressed and drenched his hand with a molten flood of pearly cunt cream.
"You're hot enough, all right," he said.
"Then fuck me, Brad," Sara said hoarsely. "Fuck me right now."
Brad wasted no time scrambling between her splayed thighs, but this time he didn't throw himself onto her. She wasn't going to try to get away. He stayed on his knees where he had a good view of her soaked pink slit. He wedged the swollen purple head of his cock into the steaming hollow of her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh, yesss!" Sara whined. "Get into me, darling! Stick your big cock all the way in!"
Brad damn near came just listening to her. A miracle seemed to have happened--his prim, prudish aunt had changed into a sex-starved slut. He took a deep breath and plowed his iron-hard cock into her, slamming it clear to her womb in one greedy thrust. Sara wailed as she took the thick hard cock in her thirsty wet cunt.
"Ooooooooo, yes, fuck me!" she howled.
"You better believe I'll fuck you, Auntie," Brad panted. "I'll fuck the living shit out of you."
He started hammering his rigid cock hard and fast in her deliciously tight slick cunt. Her juicy pussy gripped and sucked at his prick, and each deep lunge gave him an electric jolt of pleasure. Her cunt was hot as a blast furnace, the perfect place to sink his achingly engorged prick. He howled with pleasure--and so did Sara.
"Oh, my God, Brad!" she cried. "That's it, fuck me good and hard!"
She was glad she'd decided not to fight him, just to let herself go with her natural instincts. Without the voice of her conscience nagging at her, she could completely enjoy the fantastic pleasure of being fucked. Every time Brad stuffed her with his thick steely prick, she howled in ecstasy and drenched his deep-thrust cock with scalding cream.
Brad had a great view of the action. Still on his knees, fucking into her hard and fast, he could watch his blue-veined thick cock slicing between the splayed fur-fringed lips of her cunt and forcing the hot juice right out of her tiny pussy. The pearly cream splattered his balls and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
He could also watch Sara's response to his pile-driving cock. She had her head thrown back, her long brown hair fanned out on the pillow, and her lovely face was contorted in a big grimace. Her eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy. Each time he plowed his cock into her, she howled with pleasure and her big ripe tits wobbled like jello.
"Am I fucking you good, Aunt Sara?" Brad asked.
This time he got the answer he wanted.
"Oh, God, yes!" Sara moaned. "You're fucking me so good, Brad! I LOVE IT!"
Brad felt blissed-out. This beautiful older woman, so aloof to him only yesterday, had completely surrendered to him. His pounding cock controlled her. Each time the big hard knob of his cockhead butted her womb, she wailed ecstatically and creamed uncontrollably. Soon her gushing pussy juice had made a puddle on the bedspread under her lustily churning ass.
"Ahhhhhhh, Brad, it's so good!" Sara whined. "Fuck my pussy, honey, fuck it good!"
Again Brad almost shot his load. Her dirty words made him hotly excited, and so did the sight of her luscious naked body writhing around the thick impalement of his cock. It turned him on like mad to watch his thick prick spreading the swollen pink lips of her cunt and plunging deep into her red-hot juicy fuckhole.
He gritted his teeth and struggled not to come. Now that Sara had completely given in to him, he wanted to give her the fuck of her life. As long as he was living with her, he wanted her to be starved for his cock, begging for it. He fucked into her harder, faster, and she screeched with pleasure.
"Unnngghhh, yesss!" she whined. "Fuck me, baby! FUCK!"
Sara was out of her mind with pleasure. Never had she given in to a man so totally, never had she fucked completely without inhibitions. She loved having her long- starved cunt stuffed with Brad's thick throbbing cock. Each time he crammed it into her, she felt a bomb blast of pleasure that was like a mini-orgasm. She began to pound her heels on the bed and claw at the spread.
"I'm going to come!" she moaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can, darling! Get me off!"
Brad was happy to obey. He intended to make her come till she couldn't stand it any more. He began fucking her like a stallion, ramming his rigid cock into her so hard and fast that the bed shook and creaked, and her big creamy tits wobbled crazily. His hairy balls smacked loudly against her wet slit. Sara took the savage pounding with shrieks of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhhh, yes, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhh, Brad, whhaaahhhh!"
He felt her cunt go tight as a vise around his cock, and it was all he could do not to come along with her as the powerfully muscled tube of her cunt squeezed and sucked at his meat. Her gorgeous body rocked violently, shaking the bed, as the delicious convulsions ripped through her pussy. In seconds his cock and balls were dripping with her spurting cunt juice.
"Uhhhhhhh, so damned good," Sara whimpered.
She seemed to be coming forever. She could feel her cunt convulsing, squeezing and releasing Brad's cock-hard prick in a steady, hungry rhythm. Looking up dizzily, she saw him kneeling between her legs and licking his lips as he watched her. His hot glazed eyes darted from her spasming body to the thick base of his cock which was being pumped and squeezed by the muscular ring of her cunt.
Finally she slumped back limp and panting, but to her surprise she was still violently horny. One orgasm didn't seem to be enough for her. Whining with need, she began to fuck at Brad's rigid cock, jerking her hips and working her juice-slick cunt up and down the thick spike of meat. Brad felt her movements and leered.
"You want more, Aunt Sara?" he said. "You want more fucking?"
"Yessss!" Sara hissed. "Yes, dam nit, give it to me! Fuck my pussy good!"
"Sure," Brad grinned, "but let's do it another way this time." He whipped his cream- drenched cock out of her frantically pumping cunt and said, "Roll over."
Sara instantly obeyed. She couldn't stand not having the boy's throbbing cock in her greedy cunt. She rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her luscious round ass in his direction. Brad briefly ogled the drooling little hole of her cunt, then crammed his steely prick hard into the juicy hot sheath of her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Sara gasped. "That's it, you bastard! Rape me! Fuck me hard!"
Brad couldn't have fucked her any other way. He was too excited to be slow or gentle. He grasped her lustily writhing hips and hammered his swollen prick in the scorching wet pulp of her pussyhole, and Sara responded with shrill squeals of pleasure. Her famished cunt was red-hot around his pounding prick and flooded with steaming juice.
"Awwwwww, Christ!" Brad moaned. "I love fucking you, Aunt Sara. Your pussy's so friggin' hot!"
"I love you to fuck me, Brad," Sara panted. "I love your big hard cock."
She'd never fucked dog-style before, and she liked the freedom of movement it gave to her. Every time Brad crammed his steaming cock into her seething cunt, she met it with a greedy backward thrust of her hips, taking his stiff cock clear to her womb. His wiry-haired balls smacked loudly against her soaked slit as she took his cock to the hilt in her famished pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes, fuck me!" she whined. "Fuck me good, honey! Don't ever stop!"
If Brad had had his way, his eager young cock would have stayed rigid forever and he'd have gone on fucking his sexy aunt for the rest of his life. But she was getting him so excited with her dirty words and her red-hot gripping cunt that he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Whining with lust, he fucked into her like a pile-driver, wanting to bring her off again before he came himself.
"Unnnhhhhh, Brad, that's so good!" Sara moaned. "You're fucking me so hard! UHHHHHHHH!"
Brad hit on a way to get her off instantly. Still ramming his achingly swollen prick hard and fast into her juicy fuckhole, he reached around her and seized the erect throbbing shaft of her clit. He gave the hot lump a firm squeeze, and Sara screamed. Her cunt squeezed his cock almost flat. Her body went into violent convulsions, and he could feel her clit squirting hot juice between his kneading fingers.
"Ahhhhhhh, I'm coming!" Sara screeched.
Brad released her clit, took a firm grip on her jerking hips, and dug his bloated cock as deep as he could in her tugging, sucking cunt. He felt his balls spasm and release their sizzling load. Whining, he fucked into her furiously, his ass knotting and jerking, and flooded her snug pussy with scalding loads of jizz.
"Take my load, Aunt Sara," he panted. "I'm coming! Awwwwww, shit, aaaggghhhh!"
"Give it to me, Brad!" Sara howled. "Cream my pussy good, darling! Oooooooo, yes ohhhhhh!"
The steaming flood of his jizz prolonged her climax, and they fucked hard at each other, moaning and howling. She felt his sizzling cum overflowing her gripping cunt and gushing down her thighs. At last their violent mutual orgasm ended and they rolled apart, gasping and flushed.
"Jesus, that was fantastic," Brad panted.
"Yes," Sara said. "Yes, it was, Brad."
She just wondered how she'd ever survived for twenty years without sex. Now she couldn't live without it. She'd just come twice, and powerfully, but still her long-denied pussy ached for more stuffing and plowing. She had to fuck again, as soon as possible. She crawled over to Brad, who was red-faced with effort and still catching his breath.
Her shyness totally swept away by her lusty needs, Sara fisted the boy's wet prick, curling her fingers around the hairy base, and lifted his blue-veined shaft to her lips. She snaked out her wet pink tongue and began to lick all over his handsome teenage cock, cleaning it of their musky juices. Brad shivered with excitement.
"Jesus, yeah, Aunt Sara," he sighed. "Lick my cock. I can really get off on that."
He was surprised that the prim, respectable teacher was licking his cock like she was starved for it, but then nothing about her should have surprised him today. She seemed like a completely different person, liberated and wild for sex. She swirled her hot juicy tongue all over her nephew's semi-hard cock, and Brad grinned and watched.
When Sara had cleaned his cock of all the cum, leaving it glistening with her hot spit, she crammed his warm cock between her red-glossed lips and sucked more than half his six-inch prick into her mouth. Brad yelped with surprise and pleasure as she began sucking hungrily and loudly on his cock, making an obscene wet slurping noise.
"Shit, yeah, suck my cock!" he groaned.
Sara didn't have to be urged. She'd never gone down on a man before, she'd just followed some hungry instinct, and right away she knew she was going to love it. She seemed to know just what to do. Sucking in his silky-skinned prick till it touched the back of her throat, she drew her cheeks in sharply and raised her tongue, sheathing his cock in hot juicy flesh.
She sucked strongly, with a powerful vacuum pressure, stretching his meat out like elastic, then releasing it. With her hot little fist she greedily pumped the thick hairy base of his cock. Her glossy brown hair flew as she bobbed hungrily over her nephew's prick. Brad had begun to pant and flush with excitement.
"Shit, Auntie, you really know how to give head!" he moaned. "Yeah, you're sucking me real good."
Her mouth was tight, juicy and red-hot around his prick. She sucked so hard, he thought she'd suction all the jizz from his balls. Sharp blasts of pleasure tore through his belly with each vacuum-suck of her greedy mouth. It wasn't long before he felt his cock start to stiffen. Sara felt it, too, and gave a hungry muffled moan.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned.
It excited her hotly to feel the boy getting a hard-on in her mouth. She felt the hairy base of his prick swelling and thickening till it stretched her lips almost to bursting. His prick grew so long that his bulbous cockhead wedged into her throat, and she had to draw back a little or choke on it. Then she tasted his dribbling cock juice as it oozed from his pisshole and fell onto her tongue.
"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned.
She savored the hot salty drops before gulping them down, eating his juice as fast as it dribbled from his cock. Her steaming spit boiled around his prick as she began literally drooling for his cream. Eating the boy's prick juice made her wildly horny. She could feel her hungry pussy swelling and creaming. She sucked ravenously at his cock till he was groaning with pleasure.
"I'm gonna come real quick," Brad panted. "Where do you want it, Auntie, your cunt or your mouth?"
That was a tough decision for Sara. She was so greedy for his delicious cum that she would have loved to take a whole mouthful of it. But her pussy was greedy, too, and she urgently needed another stiff fucking. She made up her mind, releasing his spit-soaked cock. It snapped from her lips and stood straight up, rigid as a board and glistening with her spit.
Sara couldn't wait another second to feel that magnificent young cock deep in her famished cunt. She leaped over Brad and straddled him, her knees hugging his hips and her sopping pussyhole poised right over his stiff cock. Moaning with need, she slammed her slick cunt down around the rock-hard spike of his prick.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she wailed.
"Shit, yeah, take it, Auntie!" Brad howled. "Take every fuckin' inch of my cock!"
That was just what she did. With one powerful, greedy thrust of her hips, she took the boy's hotly throbbing cock clear to her womb. As she felt his hairy nut-sac slam her slit, she whined with lusty excitement and began to fuck at him, jerking her slippery cunt up and down the granite column of his cock.
Brad watched her in amazement. He didn't have to do a thing, just lie there, because in her frenzy of need Sara was doing all the work. Moaning, she slammed her juicing little fuckhole furiously up and down his stiff cock, drenching his meat with scalding pussy juice. Her face was twisted in a horny grimace, her melon-sized tits wobbling and swaying.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, it's so good!" she moaned.
"Yeah, it's good, Auntie," Brad groaned. "And you and me are gonna fuck each other silly before I leave."
Sara didn't want to think about him leaving. She didn't think she could live without her handsome nephew and his tireless young cock. She blotted out those thoughts as she fucked herself closer and closer to the release she so desperately needed.
CHAPTER FIVE
After an absence of several days, Rick returned to school. Sara entered her sixth- period class and found him slouching in the front row, a knowing grin on his face. Blushing, she turned away and pretended to arrange some papers on her desk.
She'd been so preoccupied with Brad lately, she'd forgotten all about Rick and the problems he presented. She knew he wasn't here today for an English lesson and that after class she'd have to confront him. It was all she could do to teach the class with Rick leering at her from only a few feet away. Finally the bell rang and, as she'd expected, Rick lingered behind when the other students left.
"Rick," Sara said firmly, "I know what you're here for, but forget it. I didn't report you the first time, but I certainly will if you try to rape me again."
Rick moved closer to her, grinning. "Rape?" he said. "I wouldn't call that rape, teacher. Seems like you really got off on it."
Sara reddened and snapped, "Get out of my classroom, Rick. If you don't, I'll have you expelled from school."
"Gee, wouldn't that be a shame," he laughed.
Suddenly and unexpectedly he lunged for her, and Sara wasn't quick enough to get out of the way. He pulled her into a rough embrace and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. His lean hard body pressed against her, and she could feel a huge bulge at the fly of his jeans. Even as she pushed against his shoulders, trying to free herself, she felt a hot rush of lust.
"Rick!" she cried, jerking her mouth away. "Stop this right now!"
"Uh-uh, teacher, not a chance," he said hoarsely. "I'm horny for you, and I'm not leaving till I've fucked you."
At least she wasn't in any doubt about where she stood. The question was whether to resist him or not. He went on kissing her and running his hands up and down her body, and Sara felt more aroused by the second. She remembered the rough hard fucking he'd given her before, and she felt her pussy start to cream and swell.
Rick forced her up against a wall and slipped his hand under her skirt. Sara slumped dizzily against the wall as his hand shot quickly to her moist hot panty crotch. He pressed the swelling flesh, and she felt a jolt of pleasure that almost made her moan. She couldn't kid herself any longer--she wanted the boy to fuck her.
On the other hand, it was terribly risky doing it right here in the classroom, and she didn't want Rick to have a hold over her. Reluctantly she decided that she'd just have to save her lust till she was home with Brad. She grabbed Rick's hand and tried to force it down from her crotch, but the boy was very strong. He just leered at her and went on feeling her pussy through her flimsy panties.
"That's enough, Rick," Sara panted.
"Ah, come off it, teacher," he said. "You know you want it. I can feel how wet you are."
Angered by his cocky manner, Sara slapped his face. That was a mistake. Rick slapped her right back, so hard that she was briefly stunned, and the next thing she knew, he'd dragged her over to the desk. Leaning her against it, he quickly reached up her skirt, seized her panties and pantyhose, and jerked them down to her ankles.
"Rick!" she gasped.
"Shut up," he snarled. "I'm gonna do anything I want with you, and you're gonna keep quiet, unless you wanta get hurt."
Sara knew he meant every word of his threat.
She stood there quiet and quivering while he tugged off her undergarments and shoes. Then he pushed up her skirt and tucked it in at the waist, leaving her lush brown bush exposed. He slipped his hand into her steaming pussy and massaged the moist flesh. Sara gave a helpless lusty shiver.
"Your pussy's all hot and wet, teacher," Rick said mockingly. "I know you're horny for me. But don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you real good."
Sara had given up fighting him. She didn't want to be hurt. Her only problem now was trying to conceal the dizzying lust she felt. That wasn't easy. As he massaged the swollen flesh, her treacherous cunt leaked thick hot juice onto her fingers. Rick grinned and smeared the sticky cream all over her sensitive slit, and she almost moaned with longing.
"I bet I know something you'd really go for," he said with a wicked grin. He dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed at her thighs. "Get 'em open," he growled.
Sara did as he ordered, standing there with her legs widely parted. Rick brought his face very close to her pussy. She could even feel his hot breath fanning her naked slit. He folded back the thick-furred lips of her cunt and uncovered the pea-sized pink lump of her clit. His tongue snaked out, red and gleaming, and suddenly she felt a blast of pleasure ripping through her pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned.
"Yeah, I figured you'd go for that," he laughed harshly.
He started tonguing her horny little clit, lashing his tongue back and forth roughly and swiftly. Sara clutched the edge of the desk to keep from crumpling, she felt so dizzy with pleasure. Rick's hot juicy tongue felt fantastically good on her erect throbbing clit, and it was all she could do not to whimper with ecstasy.
He made an obscene wet slurping noise as he tongued her clit, and that lewd sound just added to her crazy excitement. She loved having her clit tongued, and soon she was shivering all over and gurgling with pleasure. She could feel her cunt uncontrollably creaming, the hot juice trickling down her thighs. Rick's hot tongue lashed harder and faster over her clit.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned, unable to keep still any longer.
She heard Rick give a muffled chuckle, and then suddenly he was jamming his lips onto her stiff little clit and sucking the slick shaft into his mouth. He started sucking roughly on her achingly horny clit, and the pleasure was so intense that Sara lost her self-control completely, soaking his bobbing chin with a molten flood of pussy juice.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my God!" she wailed.
There was no point in hiding her excitement now. That helplessly gushing cunt juice was a dead giveaway. She let herself go and moaned with bliss as Rick noisily sucked on her super-sensitive clit. With such delicious stimulation, it wasn't long before she was hovering on the very brink of climax, her whole body quivering.
"Ooooooooo, God, I'm coming!" she moaned. "OHHHHHHHH! AAHHHHHHH!"
Her hips jerked in a helpless fucking motion, forcing her squirting clit in and out between Rick's hotly sucking lips. As the powerful orgasm ripped through her body, Sara screamed with pleasure and felt thick scalding cunt juice gushing down her legs. Rick kept sucking greedily at her juicing clit till her spasms ended, and then he got to his feet, leering and wiping her glistening pussy cream from his face.
"You can't con me any more, teacher," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you now, and you're not gonna do a thing to stop me. Turn around."
Sara turned and rested her hands on the edge of the desk, her legs still spread wide. She felt Rick raising her skirt in back and tucking it up out of the way. Briefly he caressed and squeezed the firm little globes of her ass, and she shivered lustily. Flushed and panting, she waited eagerly for the first hard thrust of his steely young cock.
She heard him unzipping his jeans and letting them drop, and then he was grasping her hips and shoving his cock between her legs. His bloated stiff prick rubbed deliciously back and forth over her swollen hot pussy as he sought her cunt. She was so horny, she couldn't stand still, jerking her famished slit against his throbbing prick.
"Hey, hold still, baby," Rick laughed, "so I can get it in. I know you're dying for it, but you gotta stop wiggling."
Sara reddened and stopped wriggling her hips.
Rick socked the big knobby head of his cock into the slick hollow of her cunt, and she gasped with excitement. Grunting and snorting with lust, the eager teenager rammed his stiff cock deep and hard into her horny little fuckhole, and Sara threw back her head and screamed with pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she wailed.
"Yeah, it's good, ain't it?" Rick panted. "Shit, your pussy's hot. Nice an' tight, too."
Sara was beyond shame by now. She didn't care what he said, as long as he fucked her. She gripped the edge of the desk and moaned in ecstasy as he began pistoning his rigid cock hard and fast into her steaming little pussyhole. In her desperately horny state, this savage fucking was exactly what she needed.
"Uhhhhhhh, yesssss!" she whined.
"You dig it, teacher?" Rick panted. "You like how I'm fucking you?"
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, yes!" Sara moaned. "Fuck me good and hard, Rick! FUCK!"
With a triumphant leer, Rick got a tighter grip on her lustily writhing hips and fucked into her like a pile-driver, his belly smacking loud against her ass. His cock made a lewd sucking noise as it stuffed her snug cunt and forced out the flooding pussy syrup. Sara gurgled with pleasure and drenched his prick with cream again and again.
"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she babbled, out of her mind with bliss.
"I'll fuck you right, Miss Davis," Rick growled. "I'll fuck the living shit out of you."
Each brutal lunge of his thick six-incher stuffed her almost breathless, and the big hard knob of his cockhead butted her womb. Sara loved his roughness. It was a strange combination of pain and pleasure that excited her wickedly. She started fucking back at him, meeting each pistoning thrust with a greedy backward jerk of her hips.
"Jesus, you really love to fuck, don't you, teacher?" Rick taunted in a hoarse voice. "I just can't give it to you hard enough, can I?"
Sara ignored his taunts and just went on enjoying the tireless deep pounding of his steel-stiff young cock. She was facing the window but too dizzy with lust to notice anything outside. Suddenly a figure rose from behind a bush. She gasped. It was Brad, and he was looking right in the window. His face was red with anger.
In her excitement she'd completely forgotten that Brad would be waiting for her at the parking lot.. Naturally he'd come looking for her. She wondered how long he'd been spying from behind that bush. Now he stood right in front of the window, fists clenched, the picture of jealousy and fury as he watched his pretty aunt taking another boy's cock.
"Oh, my God!" Sara moaned.
"Don't worry about it, Rick panted, fucking her as hard as ever. "He wants to spy? I'll teach him a lesson when I get through here. He won't tell on us."
Sara couldn't explain to Rick that the boy was her nephew--and lover. But to her relief, Brad on-ly stared at them a moment before stalking away. She'd deal with him later. Right now she ached to come. She tightened her famished cunt around Rick's pile-driving cock and felt the delicious red-hot friction. Her pleasure built till she could hardly stand it.
"Uhhhhhhhh, I'm going to come!" she moaned.
"I'll get you off, teacher," Rick panted. "Hang on!"
He started fucking into her so hard that she had to clutch the desk to keep from being battered forward. His belly slapped loudly against her firm little ass, and his pistoning cock forced thick spurts of juice from her gripping cunt. Sara felt the desperately-needed explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt, and she screamed and convulsed.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she wailed. "AAAAHHHHHHH!"
"I'm gonna cream you good, teacher!" Rick moaned. "Yeah, take my load! UUUHHHHH!"
Sara felt the fiery blast of the boy's jizz against her womb, and the sizzling juice overflowed her stuffed cunt and flooded down her legs. She and Rick bucked and howled as they came together, his squirting cock jerking furiously in her spasming cunt. Just as they were coming down from their violent mutual orgasm. Brad flung open the classroom door with a crash.
"What the hell?" Rick snarled, stumbling back and away from Sara.
Brad slammed the door shut and said, "Get the hell out of here, asshole! If you ever touch my aunt again, I'll kill you."
Rick gawked. "Your aunt?" he exclaimed. "I didn't know that."
"Just get dressed and get out," Brad said icily, "and don't ever try anything with her again."
Rick pulled up his jeans, zipped them, and said, "Okay, so she's your aunt. Actually I don't give a shit about that, and I'll fuck her any time I want to. I'd like to see you stop me."
"Boys, no!" Sara cried.
Brad and Rick were already swinging at each other. Knowing Rick to be a streetwise punk, Sara miserably waited for her nephew to get his teeth knocked down his throat. To her surprise, Brad landed a blow that sent Rick sprawling across the room. The dark-haired boy got slowly to his feet, rubbing his chin.
"Okay, okay," Rick said. "I didn't know you could fight. I guess you got your message across, man."
He left quickly, and Sara started to pick up her panties from the floor. "Let's go home, Brad," she sighed.
"Uh-uh," Brad said, his voice still harsh with anger. "Not until you put out for me just like you did for him."
"What?" Sara gasped. "But, Brad, that boy raped me."
"Bullshit!" Brad snarled. "I watched the whole thing, Auntie, and you were loving it. And now you're gonna give me everything you gave that creep."
"Brad, of course we'll make love," Sara said desperately, "but at home, where it's safe."
Brad stalked over to the door and locked it. "Now it's safe here," he said.
Sara leaned against the desk and watched nervously as he approached her. She'd detected a certain cruel streak in the boy before, but now he seemed deranged with anger and jealousy. She felt afraid of him. He kept coming till he was within six inches of her, then growled, "On your knees, Auntie! Take out my cock and suck it!"
Sara obeyed instantly, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to hit her if she resisted. She dropped to her knees, unzipped the fly of his jeans, and tugged the tight pants down to his knees. He wasn't wearing shorts. His semi-hard six-inch cock loomed right before her eyes. Quickly she fisted the hairy base of his prick and popped the rest into her mouth.
"Yeah, that's it!" Brad growled. "Suck my cock, you fuckin' whore!"
Sara saw that he was crazy with anger, and she decided to do whatever he wanted until he'd cooled off. She started sucking hard and fast on his warm blue-veined prick, drawing the meat out like elastic, then releasing it. Brad moaned and shivered lustily, and soon his handsome young face was flushed with lusty excitement.
"Yeah, suck it, Auntie!" he panted. "Suck that meat good and hard!"
Sara did everything she could to get his mind off his anger. She'd far rather have him horny than mad. She caved in her cheeks and raised her tongue, sheathing his cock tightly in hot juicy flesh. She sucked powerfully at his prick, giving him heavy jolts of pleasure. Soon he was panting and whining continuously, and she felt his prick begin to mushroom to its full size and rigidity.
"Unnngghhhh, yeah!" Brad moaned.
The base of his prick thickened until it stretched her lips grotesquely, and his cock ballooned into its full length, butting the back of her throat. Sara had to draw back a little or choke on the big hard knob. She felt his hot cock juice starting to drip onto her tongue. It always excited her to eat her nephew's salty cum. She gurgled lustily as she savored and swallowed the hot globs of juice.
"Eat it, cunt!" Brad panted. "Eat every fuckin' drop of my juice. You didn't do that for him, right?"
So that was it. Brad wanted an even better performance than she'd given Rick. Only that would heal his hurt feelings. Sara deliberately made her sucking obscenely wet and loud, making him even more wickedly excited. She pumped the heavily pulsating base of his cock in her hot little fist and felt his bloated hairy balls rubbing her fingers.
As she increased the speed and pressure of her greedy sucking, Brad groaned and began to fuck her mouth. Out of his mind with horniness, he jerked his big hard cock lustily over her tongue and into her throat. Sara knew he was very close to coming, and she got ready to take her first mouthful of sizzling jism.
But suddenly Brad staggered back, his rigid spit-soaked cock snapping from her mouth and fist. His gleaming prick hugged his belly in a fierce hard-on, and thick creamy globs of juice oozed from his pisshole. One look at that gorgeous cock and Sara felt deliriously horny. Her pussy swelled and creamed.
"Stand up!" Brad ordered.
Sara stood and spread her legs wide, her bare ass against the edge of the desk. Snorting with lust, Brad crammed his rigid prick between her fur-fringed cuntlips and deep into her hot slick fuckhole. He fucked her standing up, holding her tight by the waist and jabbing his rock-hard cock up against her womb with every brutal thrust.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Sara moaned.
"Take it, bitch!" Brad growled. "I don't care if it hurts. You fucked another guy, and you deserve it."
Sara gladly took her punishment. Brad didn't know it, but this was exactly the way she liked to be fucked, fast and hard and deep. She had so much lust stored up after twenty years without a man that she almost needed to be raped to find relief. She moaned and creamed uncontrollably as she took the brutal pistoning of her nephew's cock.
Her cunt was so deliciously tight and juicy that Brad's anger was quickly dissolving into dizzying pleasure. He whined with bliss as he crammed his achingly stiff cock deep and hard into the hot pulp of her pussyhole. Each time he plowed into her, she moaned and drenched his prick with a big hot flood of juice.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" the boy moaned. " Awwwwwwww!"
"Yes, Brad, darling," Sara panted. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy good!"
"Awwwwwww, Christ, Aunt Sara, it's good!" he whined. "Your pussy's so fuckin' hot!"
"It's hot for you, darling!" Sara cried hoarsely. "I love the way you fuck me!" I wish you could go on fucking me forever!"
She wasn't exaggerating, but she was anxious to do whatever she could to dissolve the boy's anger. She started fucking back at him, meeting every powerful thrust of his steely cock with a hungry forward jerk of her pussy, taking his throbbing prick to her womb. His swollen bristly-haired balls slapped hard against her wet slit.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Brad, you're going to make me come!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard now, darling! Give me your big cock as hard as you can!"
As she'd expected, her dirty words inflamed his lust even more. He pulled her forward, away from the desk, and took a tight grip on her writhing ass. He fucked into her like a pile-driver, and the deep hard pistoning of his cock brought her off like magic. She stiffened, groaned, then began to convulse.
"Unnnggghhhh!" she wailed. "I'M COMING! AAAGGGHHH!"
Brad fucked into her tirelessly as she came, giving her blast after blast of pleasure, but as she started to go limp, he jerked his cock out of her cream-soaked cunt and pushed her down to her knees.
"Suck me off!" he snarled.
So her punishment wasn't over. Sara instantly fisted his cream-slick rigid cock and crammed it into her mouth. As she started sucking it hard and fast, Brad groaned and grabbed her head, holding it in place and fucking into her mouth. The big swollen head of his cock rammed right into her throat, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Get ready to eat my cum, Auntie!" Brad howled. "I'm gonna make you eat every fuckin' drop! Awwwwwwwwww, yeah! Here it comes! A WWW WW WWW W!" Sara felt the first stinging jet of his jizz, and then her whole mouth was flooded with the steaming cum. Her cheeks bulged with his hot load and the salty juice dribbled from the corners of her lips. Finally she had to swallow or drown, but she'd hardly done so before he filled her mouth with another scalding burst.
If this was his idea of punishment, Sara thought, she could take a lot more of it.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day as she was returning to her classroom from lunch, Sara was astonished to see Brad and Rick chatting happily together in the hall. They didn't even notice her, they were so absorbed in their conversation. She didn't understand it. Yesterday they'd been ready to kill each other.
Her confusion was increased when Rick showed up for class but made no attempt to come on to her. He went to his usual seat at the back of the room and was dozing off five minutes after class started. When the bell rang at the end of the period, he walked out with the other students without even so much as a glance at Sara.
Now her curiosity was overwhelming. What had Brad said to Rick? Why hadn't Rick given her any trouble? She hurried to the parking lot, where Brad always waited for her. But this time he wasn't there. Instead she found a note slipped under the windshield wiper. It read, "Got another ride. See you at home. Brad."
Sara drove home as fast as the speed limits would allow. Reaching her house, she found a strange car parked in front, an old Chevy that had been lovingly restored. She remembered seeing Rick driving around in that car. She hurried into the house and found Brad and Rick sitting on the couch drinking beer. They both grinned broadly as Sara came in.
"Well," she said, "it looks as if you two have made friends."
"Yeah, I like Brad's style," Rick said. "He knows how to handle himself in a fight, and there's a lot of other stuff he knows, too."
"Rick and I have something really important in common, Aunt Sara," Brad said. "Guess what it is."
Sara began to redden. "Oh, Brad," she moaned, "you didn't tell him anything, did you?"
"I told him everything," Brad said, draining his beer. "I mean we're the only two guys in school who've made it with you, so that makes us a special club. I thought we should join each other instead; of fighting."
"What on earth do you mean?" Sara demanded. "You promised me, Brad. You said you'd never tell anyone about us."
"Yeah, but I got to thinking," Brad said. "I saw how much more fun we could have if Rick joined in."
"Oh, no!" Sara gasped. "You can just forget that, young man. And Rick, you can leave."
Rick chugged the last of his beer and stood up. "No way, Miss Davis," he said. "Brad and I talked it over, and we figured you wouldn't go for it, not at first, anyhow. But that ain't gonna stop us. You might as well save yourself a lot of trouble and just go in the bedroom and undress."
Sara glared at them. "I'm not your plaything," she snapped. "I'm going to go do some shopping now, Brad, and when I come back, I want Rick out of here."
She turned to the front door, but she never got there. The two husky boys grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor, her books and papers spilling all over the place. Sara wept and struggled, but she was no match for two lusty, strong teenage boys. Brad pulled off her shoes, while Rick roughly undid the buttons of her blouse.
"Oh, please, don't do this!" Sara sobbed, even though she knew her pleas were in vain.
Of course the boys paid no attention to her except when she tried to get up. They weren't going to let her up. She had to face the fact that they were both going to fuck her, that one boy would be do-ing it to her while the other watched. She was still trying to accept this kinky idea as they took the rest of her clothes off.
Rick removed her blouse and bra, while Brad pulled off her panties, pantyhose and skirt. Lying there naked on her back, she didn't try to struggle any more. What was the point? She couldn't possibly win. She just hoped the whole shameful thing would be over as quickly as possible. As she lay there blushing and quivering, the boys undressed. Sara felt her first spark of interest as they unveiled their hard-muscled young bodies. Brad was husky and thick-set in contrast to Rick's hard leanness. She felt uncontrollably excited when the boys skinned out of their jeans and revealed their stiff, ready cocks. There were two gorgeous hard-ons for her to enjoy. The only thing holding her back was that she'd have to fuck one kid while the other watched. She still couldn't accept that.
The boys got down on the rug with her, and Brad started squeezing her big hot tits, while Rick moved her thighs open and ran his fingers over the moist pink flesh of her cunt. Sara couldn't blot out the delicious sensations of having her tits and pussy played with at the same time. Still she was stiff and uneasy, and her slit didn't start creaming like it usually did.
"She's dry," Rick complained.
"So do something about it," Brad grinned. "Give her some head. She really goes for that."
"Right," Rick laughed.
They were talking about her as if she wasn't even there. Sara seethed with resentment. But as Rick forced her legs open even wider and settled down between them, she felt a sense of lusty anticipation. The boy's hot breath fanned her slit, and then he was exposing her clit, holding aside the thick-furred lips of her pussy. His steaming tongue lashed the sensitive little bud, and Sara barely stifled a moan of pleasure.
She couldn't help it, she just loved having her slit tongued. And now Uer pleasure was doubled because while Rick tongue-lashed her clit, Brad started to lick her tender pink nipples. Her whole body radiated pleasure, and again she struggled to hold back her cries of excitement. She didn't want the boys to know that she liked their kinky scheme. Her nipples responded to Brad's hot wet tongue, the soft cones stiffening and growing long and pointed. At the same time her pussy was responding to Rick's clitlicking. The pink flesh swelled, moistened, and grew steaming hot. In her mind she was still uneasy about the scene, but her body was responding lustily to the boys' attentions.
Feeling her body quivering helplessly, Brad and Rick sensed that she was getting horny in spite of herself, and they went into high gear. Brad brought his scorching wet mouth down around her nipple and began sucking loudly on the rigid sensitive bud. Rick clamped his lips around the throbbing shaft of her clit and started sucking it like crazy.
Sara gritted her teeth. The double pleasure she got from having her tit and clit sucked at the same time was almost more than she could bear. She tried desperately to control her reactions, but there was one thing she couldn't stifle--her hungry cunt unleashed a scalding flood of juice that soaked Rick's bobbing chin.
She heard him giving a muffled laugh, and then he was sucking even harder on her aroused stiff clit. Brad meanwhile sucked her nipple into complete rigidity, then dived for the other one. Sara couldn't control her lusty creaming. She felt herself drenching Rick's jerking chin with the scalding syrup, and all she could think about was coming.
Could she come without making a sound? She was dying to get off, but she didn't want to give the boys the satisfaction. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she was hovering on the very brink of orgasm. Then Rick took her by surprise. Still sucking lewdly and noisily on her clit, he jammed his stiff middle finger deep into her juicy little cunt, giving her such a blast of pleasure that she began to come.
"Uhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Rick raised his head, his face smeared with her pearly juice, and finger-fucked her hard as she came. Brad abandoned her spit-soaked nipple and knelt there watching her climax. Both boys were leering triumphantly. Sara saw them only dizzily as the powerful spasms wracked her body, but when she finally came down from her climax, she blushed furiously.
"She's ready," Rick grinned. "She's all wet."
"Okay, you go first, like we agreed," Brad said, "but make it quick, okay? My cock's about to explode."
"I'll see what I can do," Rick laughed.
It was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do about it. Still Sara tried one more desperate struggle, but Brad quickly moved behind her and held down her shoulders. Rick knelt between her legs, bending her knees now and forcing them back so that her whole creamy pink slit was exposed to his hot glazed eyes. His stiff seven-inch prick twitched lustily and leaked thick bubbles of cream.
"Get ready, teacher," he said, " 'cause I'm gonna fuck you silly."
He plugged the hard knob of his cockhead into the slick little pit of her cunt, and Sara barely stifled a gasp of excitement. She couldn't kid herself--she needed to be fucked, needed it urgently. Then as Rick plowed his rigid cock all the way into her sopping pussyhole, she felt herself spinning out of control. Nothing seemed important except to have his tireless young cock sawing in her famished cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned as the boy's throbbing cock slammed to her womb.
His cock thrust to the hilt in her deliciously tight slick cunt, Rick paused for breath and leered down at her. "Yeah, teacher, no need to play games with us," he said. "We know you love it."
"Yeah, Aunt Sara," Brad said eagerly from behind her, "why don't you just relax and have fun with us?"
She'd almost forgotten about Brad in the excitement of taking Rick's cock, and she wished he hadn't spoken up. Far from relaxing, she remained conscious of the fact that he was watching as Rick started fucking her. She could feel her nephew's hot sweaty hands clutching her shoulders and she could hear him breathing harshly.
Sara moaned and closed her eyes, feeling humiliated, wanting no part of this crude game. But she couldn't figure the powerful blasts of pleasure she felt every time Rick plowed his thick rock-hard cock deep in her hungry cunt. If only they were alone together, if only Brad weren't watching, she would have been screaming with excitement, letting herself go completely.
"Awwwwww, man, she's hot!" Rick groaned.
He was fucking into her without restraint, slamming his swollen prick right to her womb with every hungry lunge. That was just the way Sara craved to be fucked, and it felt so fantastically good that she was starting to fuck back at him, jerking her greedy pussy up to meet the fierce plowing of his steel-hard cock.
The more excited she got, the less she cared about her nephew watching. She could hear his excited panting as he watched Rick's cream-drenched prick slamming in and out between her splayed pink cuntlips. She could feel his fingers digging into her shoulders as he grew more and more aroused. But as the stiff hard fucking went on, all she really cared about was getting off.
"Uhhhhfrhh," she moaned.
"Yeah, take it, baby," Rick panted. "Take every inch of my cock. We know you love it."
Sara pistoned her slick cunt up and down the pile-driving spike of his cock, her pussy creaming uncontrollably. Rick's stiff prick reamed the hot juice right out of her, and it splattered his belly and balls and dribbled down the crack of her ass. She arched her body upward so that his steely shaft sawed deliciously over her swollen clit.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" she moaned.
Though she couldn't see him, she could tell that Brad was going out of his mind with excitement. He panted and squeezed her shoulders. "You're really getting to her, man," he said hoarsely to Rick. "I can tell she's really digging it. Isn't that right, Auntie?"
Sara didn't answer. She didn't have to. Every sign pointed to her frenzied arousal. Her lovely face was flushed and twisted in a grimace of pleasure, and her big tits were swollen with lust, the nipples long and rigid. Her cunt was creaming heavily, soaking Rick's lower belly and dripping from his ramming cock. Even these inexperienced young boys could tell she was going out of her mind with pleasure.
Rick's thick throbbing cock sawed deliciously over her sensitive clit before plunging deep in her seething cunt and stuffing her full of bloated pulsing meat. Sara fucked back at him hungrily, slamming her juicy cunt up and down the granite column of his prick. She began to whimper as she felt herself spinning helplessly toward climax.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God! AHHHHHHHH!" she whined.
"Give it to her, Rick!" Brad yelled. "You can get her off now!"
Rick, sweat beading on his flushed face, gritted his teeth and fucked into her so hard that her whole ripe body shook. His thick cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot juice from her gripping cunt. That fierce animalistic fucking drove Sara right over the edge. She felt the urgently-needed bomb blast of pleasure deep in her pussy.
"Unnnnhhhhh, I'm coming!" she wailed.
"About fucking time," Rick moaned.
He was. so wildly turned on by the kinky scene that he couldn't even wait for her to stop coming before he shot his load. Bellowing with pleasure, he crammed his throbbing cock as deep as he could into her squeezing pussyhole and began to jet his scalding jizz against her womb, his trim ass jerking and knotting as he shot his load.
"Take my come, teacher!" he groaned. "Take it! AWWWWWW!"
"Cream her!" Brad panted. "Cream her pussy good!"
Sara was blissfully blind and deaf to his dirty words, even to his presence, as wave after wave of violent pleasure ripped through her pussy. She only came back to earth after Rick pumped the last hot drops of his cum into her cunt and then rolled away from her, flushed and gasping for breath.
"Fantastic!" he panted. "Your turn, Brad."
Brad let go of her shoulders and crawled within her sight, his fiercly stiff young cock hugging his belly. Only then did Sara realize how wildly he'd gotten off on watching her take the other boy's cock. His face was flushed with lust, his eyes glassy and hot. He had a wicked leer on his face that almost frightened her. She sensed that normal friendly sex would never be enough for this prematurely experienced boy.
"Roll over, Auntie," he said hoarsely. "Get that sweet ass up in the air. We're gonna play doggy."
There was no hope of escaping, and Sara wasn't even sure she wanted to. As usual one orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy the burning need in her pussy. She still needed to be fucked. She obeyed her nephew, rolling onto her hands and knees and poking her luscious round ass up in the air.
Brad knelt behind her and grasped her curvy writhing hips. Leering wickedly at the drooling little mouth of her cunt, he slammed his rock-hard prick into her without mercy, sinking it to the hilt in one savage lunge. Sara felt her pussy brutally stuffed and his wiry-haired balls slapping hard against her tender slit.
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.
"You got it, Auntie," he groaned. "You got every fuckin' inch of my cock, and now I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
Holding her hips firmly, he started hammering his stiff six-incher in her deliciously hot snug fuckhole. Sara felt hot blasts of pleasure each time he stuffed his thick throbbing prick deep and hard into her greedy cunt. She sensed her nephew was still angry with her, still trying to punish her with his brutally hard fucking. He didn't know what she actually craved it that way.
"Awwwwwww, Jesus, your pussy's tight!" Brad whined. "Take it, Auntie, take my cock!"
Rick, who'd been sprawled on the rug catching his breath, crawled closer to watch. He knelt right by Sara's raised ass where he could watch Brad's thick blue-veined cock slicing in and out between her splayed pink cuntlips. Soon he was just as excited as Brad had been, his face flushed with wicked excitement, his breathing loud and harsh.
"Yeah, fuck her good, Brad!" he panted. "Fuck the living shit out of her!"
Brad seemed to get off on his new friend's encouragement, for Sara felt his rigid cock pounding even harder and faster in her pussy. His belly slapped loudly against her upturned ass, and his bloated cock drilled the hot gushing cream from her snug cunt. She felt the steaming juice gushing down her thighs. Each powerful lunge of the boy's granite prick stuffed her breathless.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
"Take it, bitch!" Brad panted. "You know you want it."
"Fuck her hard, man!" Rick cried. "Really give it to her!"
It seemed like fucking was a contest to these boys, not a friendly exchange of pleasure. Both wanted to see who could fuck her the hardest. Sara felt herself disliking them both, but that didn't interfere with the mind-blasting pleasure she felt as Brad plowed his steel-hard cock in and out of her hungry wet fuckhole.
He was fucking her so hard, her body shook, and he big ripe tits swung heavily back and forth, She dug her nails into the rug so as not to be shoved forward under the violent force of his fucking. The room was filled with his harsh panting, her helpless whimpers, and the loud smack of his belly against her ass. Sara couldn't take much more. The hot pleasure was building in her pussy till it threatened to explode.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she wailed. " AAAGGGHHHHH!"
"You're getting to her," Rick panted. "Really fuck her now, Brad! Get her off!"
It seemed impossible that the boy could fuck her any faster or harder, but he did. Sara screamed with pleasure and felt herself starting to come. The boys watched lustily as her tall curvy body began to convulse and she howled and clawed at the rug.
"Unnnnggghhhh, I'm coming!" she howled. "WHHAAGGG!"
The boys passed some dirty remarks, but Sara didn't hear them. She was aware of nothing else but the violent spasms of pleasure that shook her body as she came. She moaned and convulsed, her cunt squeezing Brad's cock almost flat. When she finally finished her climax, she felt his prick still stiff as a board and thrusting deep into her cunt.
As Brad went on fucking her, Rick said accusingly, "Hey, man, you didn't get off."
Brad grined and said, "No, I don't seem to be able to get rid of this hard-on."
"Well, shit, man," Rick said, sulking. "I want another turn." His tireless young cock was rigid and drooling again.
"You'll have to wait," Brad said mercilessly. "No way can we both fuck her at the same time."
He'd no sooner said that than his face lit up. To Sara's surprise he whipped his stiff cream-soaked cock out of her cunt and said, "I got an idea. Lie on your back, Rick. Aunt Sara, you sit on his cock."
It sounded crazy, and Sara couldn't understand why he was giving her up to his friend, but she didn't argue. She wouldn't win if she did. Rick rolled onto his back, grinning, his rigid cock standing straight up and leaking streams of thick juice. Sara straddled him and brought her juice-slick cunt down around the thick hot spike of his cock. She had to admit she enjoyed hopping from one stiff cock to another. As she slid down the steely spike of meat, both she and Rick groaned.
"Hey, thanks, buddy," Rick grinned. "I sure can use some of this nice hot pussy right now."
"You don't get it all to yourself," Brad leered.
He knelt behind Sara, straddling Rick's legs, and pressed the cream-slick knob of his cockhead against the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. The moment she realized what he was trying to do, she screamed and tried to leap up, but Brad grabbed her by the waist and held her in place. He grunted and shoved, wedging the huge bulbous head of his cock into her asshole.
"Brad, noooo!" she wailed.
"What're you doing to her, man?" Rick cried.
"Fucking her in the ass," Brad panted. "Shit, it's tight."
"Hey, far out," Rick grinned.
Knowing she couldn't escape, Sara relaxed her asshole as much as she could, fearing it would be torn by her nephew's thick throbbing prick. To.her surprise his juice-soaked cock plowed deep into her snug shitter without pain. He lodged it to the balls in the slick little hole, and his hard cock pulsated there, separated from Rick's deep-thrust cock by only a thin wall of flesh.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God!" Sara moaned.
"How do you like it, Auntie?" Brad asked. "You dig taking two cocks at once?"
Sara didn't answer, but the fact was, she loved it. It felt dizzily exciting to have her hungry pussy so completely stuffed with thick hard cock. The boys began fucking into her, matching their hard rhythm, and her cunt and asshole were deliciously stuffed and reamed. She couldn't control herself, couldn't contain her excitement.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, yessss!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Ahhhhhhhh, so damned good!"
Brad grinned at Rick over her shoulder. The boys felt sure now that the beautiful teacher was their slave, that she'd go for any kinky thing they wanted. But even as Sara screamed with pleasure and took the double fucking of her cunt and stutter, she began to wander if she'd gone too far with her much-younger lovers...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sara told Brad she'd be home late the next day and that he should hitch a ride home with Rick. He probably assumed she had papers to grade, and that was fine with Sara. She didn't want him or anyone else to know her real reason for staying after school.
When all the students had left for the day, Sara went to the office of Ron Edwards, the school counselor, tapped at the door, and peeked in. As usual Ron was bent over a desk full of papers. A handsome sandy-haired man of about forty, he grinned when he saw Sara.
"Why, Sara," he said, "come on in. Got something I can help you with?"
"I certainly do," Sara sighed, taking a seat on a leather couch.
Ron got up from his desk and joined her, relieved to be away from the never-ending pile of papers. "Well, tell me about this kid," he said cheerfully. "Does he disrupt the class or what?"
Sara looked at him, her face red with embarrassment. "It's not a student, Ron," she said. "It's me. I didn't know who else to turn to but you. Maybe I need to see a psychiatrist, but this town's too small to have one. But I have to talk to somebody." She started to cry, and Ron quickly grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed her one.
"Hey, take it easy," he said, patting her shoulder. "Nothing you can say would shock me. I've heard everything in this office. Just take your time and tell me about it."
Slowly, in an agony of embarrassment, Sara told him everything. She started with Uncle Don and how he'd seduced her when she was only sixteen, then told about her twenty years without men or sex. Finally she got to her involvement with Rick and Brad. Ron listened without expression, occasionally handing her another tissue.
"It finally dawned on me last night," Sara sighed, "that this whole relationship is sick. I'm old enough to be those boys' mother, and they're just using me in a sadistic way. I have to get out of it, and I don't even know how I got into it."
Ron was having trouble concealing his feelings. Ever since he'd met Sara, several years ago, he'd had the hots for her. She was the most beautiful, sexy-looking woman he'd ever seen. But he soon learned that men and sex were taboo with her, and he'd kept a polite distance. Now he'd just learned that Sara needed sex as much as any other woman, if not more.
He felt hotly excited. Maybe he stood a chance with her after all. But he reminded himself to keep his professional cool and not just throw himself at her. She'd come here for help with a problem, not to hear him say how he was longing to get her into bed.
"Well, Sara," he said, "it's not as horrible as you might think. Lots of older women get involved with younger men. You just have to be firm with the boys and let them know that you want out. If you say no often enough, they'll leave you alone."
"I suppose," Sara sighed, "but how did I get myself into this mess in the first place?"
"That's pretty clear," Ron told her. "For all those years you tried to suppress your natural instincts and needs, and when they finally surfaced, you couldn't control them. By coming to me for help, you show that you're starting to develop some control, and that's good."
Sara forced herself to meet his eyes, even though she was blushing with shame. "There's just one more thing, Ron," she said. "About having control. I'm not sure I really do. I mean, I seem to be so horny all the time."
Ron felt a rush of lusty excitement at hearing her use that word. He quickly slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her. "There's nothing wrong with being horny," he said. "You just have to satisfy it with a more suitable man, that's all, somebody more your own age."
Sara kissed him quickly on the lips and said, "Oh, Ron, I can't thank you enough. You've made me feel so much better."
"You could make me feel better, too," he grinned, "if you'd repeat that kiss and hold it."
Sara started to laugh, thinking he was joking, but he suddenly kissed her hard on the mouth, easing his wet tongue between her lips, and she realized that her attractive old friend actually had a letch for her. She felt dizzy with horniness as Ron held her and gave her a deep lingering tongue-kiss. Her pussy swelled, moistened, and got steaming hot. When he finally broke the kiss, she stared at him with big, warm, lusty eyes.
"Let me just lock the door," he said hoarsely.
When he returned to the couch, he eased Sara down and lay beside her, caressing her big firm tits through her blouse and bra. "It's time you found out what it's like to make love with a grown man," he said. "Somebody who really cares about you. I'll bet then you won't want to go back to those punk kids."
Sara wasn't so sure. She felt hooked on Brad and Rick and their kinky sex games. But it was worth a try. She didn't resist as Ron played with her tits, and as he went on molding and squeezing the big thrusting melons, she felt herself getting hornier by the second. She felt good with Ron. He was mature, kind, and very attractive.
When she seemed relaxed enough, Ron unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off. He could barely contain his excitement. Her huge creamy tits looked ready to burst from the flimsy confinement of her lacy bra. He'd ogled those tits for years, and now he'd finally get a chance to touch and see them. He unhooked her bra and removed it.
Her tits were even more gorgeous than he'd imagined in all his fantasies about her. The size and shape of small watermelons, they were creamy and flawless, capped with big cone-shaped pink nipples. His hands shaking lustily, Ron cupped the heavy melons and squeezed the hot silky flesh.
Sara was looking at him with an odd expression, as if she was getting very aroused but hesitated to let herself go. He hoped that hesitation wouldn't last long. Hoisting her heavy hot tits up toward his mouth, he snaked out his gleaming red tongue and began to lash and tickle her soft pink nipples. She gasped and shivered.
He tongued her big nipples and watched them respond to the lewd tickling. The large cones began to lengthen and stiffen, till finally they stuck out rigidly and turned a darker rose color. He could feel the stiff buds throbbing violently under his lashing tongue. Sara was starting to flush and quiver with arousal.
He opened his lips and brought them down around her nipple, sucking the pulsating nub as deep as he could into his hot wet mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Sara moaned softly.
It was the first real reaction he'd gotten out of her. Now he knew she liked to have her nipples sucked, and he went at it firm and fast, stretching her tit like elastic, then releasing it in the boiling wetness of his mouth. As he sucked her nipple loudly and greedily, she began to pant, her pretty face rosy with lust.
Sara was even more aroused than he realized, but she didn't know how to behave with an adult male. The only grown man she'd ever fucked was Uncle Don, but of course he'd treated her like a kid. She wasn't a kid any more. She was a mature woman with powerful sexual needs, a seething pussy that ached with lust, but she was afraid Ron would consider her a slut if she really let go.
He let her rigid right nipple snap from his lips and dived for the other one.
"Ahhhhhhh," Sara moaned as he sucked it into his mouth.
She couldn't help that cry of pleasure. Ron sucked her tit expertly, tugging and stretching her sensitive nipple with his firm moist lips, giving her hot jolts of sensation that shot right down to her helplessly juicing pussy. This was one sexual encounter she wasn't going to fight off. They were consenting adults, and she desperately wanted him to fuck her.
He finally released her stiff spit-soaked nipple and said hoarsely, "I want to see all of you, Sara."
She lay there flushed and panting while he unzipped her skirt. Ron had obviously been around. He quickly and deftly removed her skirt, pantyhose and panties. As his eyes swept hungrily over her naked body, she shivered with longing. He put his hand on her thick dark bush and pressed the swollen mound.
"Ahhhhh, God, I can't help it," Sara moaned. "I'm so horny I could die."
That was the kind of thing Ron wanted to hear. He grinned and said, "Beautiful, just give me a second and I'll help you out."
He stood and started to undress. Sara was all attention. She'd always thought Ron was terribly attractive, but she hadn't allowed herself to feel anything toward him. Now she felt aching lust for the man, and she was dying to know how he looked naked. As he removed his shirt, she admired his broad powerful chest which was thickly matted with light brown hair.
As he dropped his pants, Sara saw that the crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging obscenely. She felt a hot spurt of juice ooze from her hungry cunt. Gingerly Ron worked his shorts down over his cock. Sara couldn't help gawking at his naked prick.
It was a beauty, the biggest she'd ever seen. A good eight inches of wrist-thick meat sprouted stiffly from his sandy-haired bush. His bloated, hair-thatched nuts looked the size of baseballs. More sizzling juice squirted from her horny little cunt as he moved toward her, his monster of a cock wagging lewdly and stiffly. "Sit up, Sara," he said.
Sara sat, and Ron knelt on the rug in front of her. He gently eased her legs open till they were widely splayed and he could see her whole naked pussy. Saliva rushed to his mouth as he ogled the gleaming pink flesh and its thick fringe of glossy brown curls. He bent low between her legs, his hot breath tickling her slit.
Sara shivered with lusty anticipation. Ron folded back the thick-furred lips of her cunt and isolated the hot pink button of her clit. She saw his tongue flash out, and she braced herself for the first stab of pleasure. It was more than a stab. As his big hot tongue lashed roughly over her swollen clit, it was a bomb blast of sensation.
"Ahhhhhhh, yesssss!" Sara wailed.
She slumped back against the couch, holding her legs wide open, and let him lash her ultra-sensitive clit with his hot juicy tongue. Her lovely face was twisted in a big grimace of pleasure, and her white teeth flashed as she moaned and panted. Ron really knew how to eat pussy. That flicking, swirling tongue made her whole cunt melt with pleasure.
"Uhhhhhhh, Ron, it feels so good!" Sara whined. "Keep doing it to me! Don't stop!"
Even down on his knees gobbling a woman's hot tasty pussy, Ron couldn't stop being a psychologist. He wanted Sara to let go of her inhibitions and let her hot sexual instincts take over, so every time she responded to his tonguing, he rewarded her by doing it faster and harder. He swirled his pointed tongue tip around her throbbing clit with lightning speed.
"Oooooooooo!" Sara squealed.
The boys' pussy-eating had been amateurish compared to this. Ron knew just how and where to use his tongue, and he was driving her wild with pleasure in just a few seconds. Her cunt began to cream uncontrollably, the thick flood of juice dripping from his bobbing chin and gushing down her ass crack. His juicy hot tongue tip spun around and around her seething clit.
"Ahhhh, Ron, I love it!" she groaned. "I love the way you're eating me!"
Ron caught her juice-slick clit between his lips and started sucking on it, drawing the elastic shaft out to its full length, then letting it snap back to its normal shape. He did it quickly and a little roughly, and Sara responded with shrieks of pleasure. He felt a hot blast of juice from her cunt that soaked the whole lower half of his face.
"Unnnggghhh, Ron, you're going to make me come!" Sara howled. "Suck me good and hard, honey! SUCK!"
Ron practically came himself just listening to her. For so many years she'd been prim, cold and distant, looking at him as if he were poison just because he was a man. He loved the change in her. He imagined how it would be to fuck her and get this wild uninhibited response, and his big stiff cock gave a horny lurch and oozed big hot bubbles of juice.
He sucked harder, faster on her red-hot clit, and she screamed with pleasure and drenched his face with another molten flood of cream. He could feel her clit swelling between his lips, growing stiff and violently throbbing. Sara arched her body, forcing her clit even farther into his mouth, and suddenly he tasted a scalding burst of musky cunt cream.
"Unnnggghhh, I'm coming!" Sara groaned. "AAAGGGHHH!"
This certainly wasn't the prim spinster teacher he'd known. This woman came like a bomb, bucking and thrashing, her pussy gushing out in thick steaming floods. She wailed hoarsely as the powerful orgasmic spasms ripped through her body. She writhed so hard that Ron couldn't keep her clit in his mouth, and he drew back to watch her.
"Unnnggghhh, I'm coming so good!" she whined.
She had her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Her small pink tongue lolled out, and her heavy ripe tits wobbled crazily. She still held her legs wide open, and Ron could see the flood of pearly juice that gushed from her spasming cunt and ran down the crack of her ass. At last she shivered and went still.
"Ahhhhhhh, my God, that was good," she sighed.
"You want more?" Ron said hoarsely.
"Mmmmmmm, I'd love it," she said.
"I'd love to give it, too," he said, "but only on one condition. You have to tell me exactly what you want. You need to do more of that, Sara."
She grinned at him and said, "Yes, doctor."
"Sorry," Ron laughed, "once a shrink, always a shrink, I guess. But come on, tell me."
Sara was feeling too lusty to be shy any more. She looked him right in the eye and said huskily, "I want you to shove your tongue up my cunt."
Ron's eyes glowed lustily. "You've got it."
He dived for her pussy again, and Sara gasped with pleasure as she felt him cramming his thick red tongue hard into her horny little fuckhole. He did just what she asked for, shoving the wet meat right to the root in her seething cunt. She jerked her pussy forward, taking his long wet tongue right to her womb. Writhing around the delicious impalement, she whined ecstatically.
"Uhhhhhhh, yesss!" she moaned. "Get that big ol' tongue into me, honey! Fuck me with it!"
Her dirty, direct language got an immediate reward from Ron, who started jerking his tongue up and down in her seething cunt. He made his tongue long and stiff, and he used it just like a cock, plowing hard and deep into her juicy little pussyhole. Sara met each hungry thrust with an upward jerk of her hips, taking his big tongue as deep as she could.
"That's it!" she panted. "Fuck me with your big tongue, Ron! Fuck me good and hard."
The hot sensations melted her whole pussy as she took his tongue clear to her womb. His nose rubbed against her swollen clit, and his chin massaged her horny little shitter, adding to her intense pleasure. Her thick musky cunt cream boiled around his tongue, overflowed, and puddled on the seat of the couch.
"Unnnggghhh, so fuckin' good!" Sara wailed.
She'd never felt this loose and shameless with her teenage lovers. With Ron she felt completely safe and incredibly lusty. His expert tongue-fucking was driving her out of her mind with pleasure, and in less than a minute she was quivering on the very edge of a powerful orgasm. One more hard hungry thrust of his tongue and she was coming.
"Ohhhhhhh, you did it to me! I'M COMING!" she wailed.
Ron felt her cunt starting to convulse, squeezing and releasing his deep-thrust tongue in a hungry violent rhythm. He imagined that kind of action around his cock, and again he came close to shooting his load. Fucking had to be next on the agenda, that was for sure, or he'd be jetting his jizz all over the office.
"Unnnnhhhh, so good! Unnnnhhhh!" Sara whined.
Ron waited, shivering with unbearable horniness, until she slumped back limp and gasping for breath. He raised his cream-drenched face from her steaming pussy and eyed the tiny recessed mouth of her cunt. Her wet pink pussy was visibly throbbing, inviting his cock. He pressed the huge purple knob of his prick into the buttery hollow.
Sara shivered violently and moaned, "Yes, Ron! Oh, God, yes, stick your cock in me! I want it so bad I could scream!"
Kneeling before her on the rug and pushing her legs wide open, Ron slowly glided his huge throbbing prick into her cunt. This was a moment he'd been fantasizing about for years, and he didn't intend to rush it. On countless nights he'd imagined fucking the beautiful spinster teacher, and now he was actually doing it. The reality was even better than the fantasy.
Her cunt was deliciously tight, the tightest he'd ever been into. Yet it was slick with gushing pussy juice, and he got in easily, whining with pleasure as he eased his thick cock into the fiery-hot clinging tube of her cunt. He watched his granite shaft pushing her pink pussylips farther and farther apart. As he went into her, Sara was whining with ecstasy.
"Uhhhhh, yessss, get that big cock into me!" she whimpered. "Give me every inch of it!"
Ron at last felt his bulbous cockhead touch her womb, while his swollen balls glided to rest against her soaked slit. He went absolutely still for a moment, savoring the sensation of stuffing his cock to the hilt in Sara's steaming, tugging cunt. He could feel her slick tight cuntwalls throbbing and creaming.
Sara, too, savored the brief moment of stillness. Her greedy little pussy was totally stuffed with Ron's granite cock. It pulsated against every inch of her gripping cunt. She creamed all over his prick and whimpered with excitement. Then he moaned and started fucking into her, pistoning his mammoth cock deep and hard in her sucking pussyhole.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes, give it to me, Ron!" Sara groaned. "Fuck my pussy good, honey!"
"I'll fuck you, all right," he growled. "I'll fuck you till we both drop. Ahhhhhhh, Jesus, your pussy's tight! Feels fantastic!"
He didn't think he'd ever enjoyed fucking a woman so much. It was always fun, of course, but with Sara it went beyond fun and became an erotic experience. Her tiny cunt gripped, squeezed and sucked at his plowing cock, bathing it in boiling juice, and she fucked right back at him, meeting each fierce lunge of his cock with a greedy forward thrust of her pussy, butting her womb against his iron cockhead.
"Fuck it to me! Fuck meeeee!" she babbled, crazy with excitement.
She had her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her big brown eyes were rolling. Her huge ripe tits wobbled wildly with the force of his fucking, and her cunt gushed uncontrollably. Ron's pile-driving cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick juice from her cunt. Her famished pussy seemed to get tighter and hotter by the second.
"Ohhhhh, my God! You're fucking me so good!" Sara moaned. "Your big cock feels so damned good in me!"
"I love your hot little cunt, baby," Ron panted. "I can't get enough of it."
He wanted to go on fucking her forever, but they were both too aroused to hold out for long. Soon Sara stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head, then shuddered violently. He felt her red-hot cunt going tight as a vise around his deep-thrust prick, and her pussy juice gushed around his meat like molten lava.
"You're making me come!" she gasped. "Ohhhhh, Ron! AAAGGGHHH!"
Her whole body convulsed as she came, but Ron was mainly aware of her powerfully squeezing cunt. It seemed to suck the jizz right out of his balls. He roared with pleasure and pumped his sizzling load into her, his ass knotting and jerking. They howled and came together, Sara shrieking with ecstasy as she took his steaming load. When he finally jetted the last of his cum into her tugging cunt, they sighed with satisfaction.
"I don't want to be away from you any longer than I have to," Ron said. "It's Friday. Why don't I pick you up for dinner in about an hour?"
"That would be lovely, Ron," Sara smiled. "And by the way, you're a fantastic fuck."
She felt totally right with him, free to say and do whatever she wanted. This was the right sexual scene for her, with a mature, warm man of her own age, and she hoped it would last forever. There was just one problem she had to clear up first--letting Brad and Rick know that their kinky involvement was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sara got home to find a small party going on. Brad, Rick and a third boy from school, Tom, were playing loud stereo music and drinking beer. Sara ordered them to turn the music down before it disturbed the neighbors.
"Aw, come on, Aunt Sara," Brad begged. "We're celebrating."
"You can celebrate with the music a little lower," Sara said, marching over to turn down the stereo.
"Aren't you interested in what we're celebrating, Miss Davis?" Rick grinned.
"Oh, sorry," Sara said. Her mind was on Ron. "What's the occasion?"
"We decided to bring Tom into our little group," Brad said, indicating the red-haired teenager. "We thought it wasn't fair to hog you."
Sara turned crimson. "Brad, let me understand what you're saying," she said. "You told Tom about us?"
"You got it, Auntie," Brad grinned. "Now why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like nothing at all, and join the party?"
Sara moaned. Just when she was trying to get out of her involvement with the boys, they'd told her terrible secret to another kid. If things went on like this, pretty soon the whole school would know that she'd been fucking her student and her nephew. She had to take action, quickly and firmly.
"I'm not joining your party, Brad," she said. "Not now and not ever again. That's over. And if any of you get ideas about telling on me, I'll deny it. Your friends are welcome to stay around this evening if you'll keep the noise down. I'm going out."
The boys' faces fell as Sara turned and started for her room. "Just a damned minute, Aunt Sara," Brad growled. "I promised my friends some fun. You can't back out just like that."
Sara didn't say anything, just kept walking. Brad had to learn to take no for an answer. She was almost to her room when she heard the boys thundering after her. Desperately she raced for the door, but she wasn't fast enough. Strong young arms caught her and dragged her back to the living room. Sara wept and struggled, but of course she was no match for three husky and determined boys.
"No more bullshit, Auntie," Brad told her. "You're gonna be part of our celebration whether you like it or not. Now start taking your clothes off."
"Maybe she needs a little encouragement," Rick said, taking out his switchblade.
At the sight of that knife, Sara knew she'd lost. She'd have to do anything these punks wanted. Miserably she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. Tom and Brad grinned and settled down on the couch to watch her undress, while Rick, still holding the knife, took a chair between her and the door, blocking any possible escape.
"That's more like it, Auntie," Brad said with a wicked grin. "I knew you'd be a good girl and cooperate."
"It will be the last time, Brad," Sara said coldly. "I'm sending you home tomorrow. Your mother will just have to make other arrangements for you."
Brad just laughed, as if he didn't believe her, but she meant it. She'd send him home and report Tom and Rick to the principal if she had to, anything to get out of the depraved scene she'd fallen into. She wanted a normal life with Ron. But right now it looked as if she couldn't escape playing a final scene in the sordid drama.
She removed her blouse, and all the boys focused hotly on her tightly packed bra. Blushing furiously, Sara unhooked the bra and removed it, and her melon-sized tits wobbled into their natural firm thrust, big pink nipples quivering. Brad and Rick grinned wolfishly, and Tom's eyes got huge.
"Jesus!" the red-haired kid exclaimed. "I never seen tits that big before."
"Aw, when did you ever see any tits?" Rick taunted.
"In magazines, asshole," Tom laughed. "But they weren't as nice as Miss Davis' tits."
"See, Auntie," Brad grinned, "I said you could be a centerfold."
Sara tried to ignore their taunts and crude remarks. She skinned out of her pantyhose and unzipped her skirt. As the skirt floated to the carpet, leaving her in just her black lace panties, the boys leaned forward in their seats. Now came the part she dreaded most. Still blushing hotly, she tugged downd her panties, revealing her firm little ass and the thick dark triangle of her bush.
"Fantastic," Tom sighed.
"Didn't we tell you?" Rick said.
"And you mean I get to fuck her?" Tom said excitedly.
"We all do," Brad promised. "But this time I get to be first. Okay, Rick?"
"Sure," Rick said generously, "just don't take all night."
Brad stood up and began undressing. Standing there naked, the object of the boys' leering eyes, Sara wanted to sink right through the floor. She realized that she wasn't hooked on young boys any longer, and she wondered how she could ever have lusted for these sadistic punks. The only man who excited her now was Ron Edwards.
"Look what I got for you, Auntie," Brad said.
He'd just stepped out of his jeans and was proudly displaying a fierce hard-on. His thick six-incher hugged his belly, blue veins standing out on the bloated column of flesh. His cock wagged stiffly as he walked toward her. Sara just stood there waiting, resigned to being humiliated and hoping it would be over with quickly.
"You don't seem too thrilled, Auntie," Brad said. "How come? You really got off on fucking us yesterday."
Sara had resolved not to react in any way, and when she just stood there and said nothing, Brad growled and grabbed for her big naked tits. He molded and squeezed the hot silky flesh while his grinning buddies watched. He did all his favorite tricks like thumbing her large pink nipples into stiffness, but still Sara didn't respond.
His touch felt pleasant, she couldn't deny that, but she didn't want him any more. She only wanted Ron. Even when Brad bent down and started licking her nipples with his hot juicy tongue, something that usually drove her wild, she felt only mild sensations. Finally Brad raised his head from her spit-soaked tits and glared at her.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it, bitch, that's how you'll get it!" he barked. "Lean against that chair."
Moving like a robot, Sara turned, bent, and rested her hands against the arm of an easy chair. Her luscious round ass poked out, and the leering boys could see the moist pink line of her slit and its thick glossy fringe of brown curls. Grinning wickedly, Brad moved behind her and touched the hard purple knob of his cockhead to the tiny hollow of her cunt.
"You better come over and watch this, Tom," he said smugly. "You'll be doing it yourself pretty soon."
"I think I'll take a closer look, too," Rick snickered.
Sara's humiliation grew as the two boys came and stood within a foot of her, their eyes focused hotly on Brad's rigid blue-veined-prick. He grasped her hips, grunted, and shoved, and his bulbous steel-hard cockhead wedged painfully into the dry and resisting mouth of her cunt. Sara stifled a gasp. She didn't want to give the little creep the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her.
"Shit!" Brad muttered. "She's dry."
"Well, you know what to do about that," Rick said.
"Yeah," Brad said quickly. "Before I fuck her, I'm gonna do something else to her, Tom. Watch close, you can use this to get chicks really hot."
"Right," Tom panted.
Apparently Tom had never been with a girl before, and Brad and Rick were going to show him the ropes. The red-haired kid was flushed with horny excitement, and Sara saw that the fly of his jeans was sharply tented. His glazed lusty eyes followed everything Brad did. Now Brad dropped to his knees behind her and folded back the delicate pink lips of her cunt.
"Chicks really like to have their pussies licked," he explained to Tom.
Then Sara felt an exquisite sensation radiating from the mouth of her cunt. Damn Brad anyhow, he knew just how to get her excited. He was swirling the slick pointed tip of his tongue around and around in the greedy little mouth of her pussy, and she couldn't ignore the searing pleasure she felt. She dug her nails into the chair arm and gritted her teeth.
Rick, standing right by Tom, had a big hard bulge at the crotch of his jeans. "Watch him," he said. "He's gonna shove his whole tongue up her pussy."
Tom looked as if he was going to come right in his jeans. He was bug-eyed and breathing harshly as he watched Brad swirling his tongue tip around in the buttery hollow of Sara's cunt. Sara was willing herself not to cream, not to show a single sign of arousal, but it wasn't easy. Then suddenly Brad crammed his thick hot tongue hard into her pussy, and she shuddered with pleasure.
"There, see, he's got his tongue all the way into her," Rick said excitedly. "He's gonna use it on her just like a cock."
That was just what Sara feared. Brad began to plow his stiff juicy tongue up and down in her horny little fuckhole, working hard and fast, and heavy waves of pleasure tore through her pussy. She made one last desperate attempt to get her mind off those delicious sensations, but it was no use. In seconds she was almost screaming with horniness.
Brad's spearing tongue made a lewd slurping noise as it reamed deep in her tight cunt. Rick snickered at the sound, but Tom just stood there watching, his eyes popping, his mouth hanging open. Sara clawed at the chair arm and almost moaned in humiliation as she felt her cunt juices starting to flow. The hot cream gushed around Brad's stabbing tongue.
Now all she could think about was coming. It didn't matter who she did it with, just as long as she got some relief for the burning need in her pussy. It didn't matter any more that two other boys were in the room with her and Brad, watching and leering as he tongue-fucked her. The only thing she cared about was getting off.
She tightened her juicing cunt around the spiking meat and shivered lustily as she felt the red-hot friction. A few more seconds of that delicious tongue-fucking and she'd be coming. She'd do it silently, of course, to cheat Brad of his triumph, but she just had to come. But just as she was on the brink of climax, Brad whipped his tongue out of her cunt.
"She's good and wet now," he bragged.
He rose to his feet and grasped her hips again, and Sara gritted her teeth and braced herself for the first hard lunge of his stiff young cock. She knew he wasn't going to be gentle. Sure enough, growling lustily, Brad crammed his steely prick as hard as he could into her little juice-slick pussy, plowing into her womb and slamming his bloated balls against her slit.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Sara gasped.
"Take it, bitch!" Brad snarled. "I don't care if it hurts. If this is the last time I get to fuck you, I'm gonna make it count."
Gripping her hips tightly, the angry boy fucked into her like an animal, snarling and growling as he pistoned his rock-hard prick deep and fast in her hot little pussyhole. Unluckily for Sara, that was just the way she liked to be fucked best, and it was all she could do to stifle her cries of pleasure as she took the deep hard drilling of her nephew's cock.
"Yeah, give it to her, Brad!" Rick shouted. "Fuck the bitch silly!"
Tom still wasn't talking. His eyes were intently focused on Brad's cock as the blue- veined column of flesh slammed in and out between Sara's hugely splayed cuntlips. Soon Brad's stiff prick was dripping with her cream. She couldn't stop that hot thick flood of juice, for she was getting more frantically horny by the second.
"You love it, don't you, Auntie?" Brad taunted. "You go crazy when I fuck you."
Sara wasn't about to reply to that or any of his other crude remarks. But of course Brad couldn't stand her silence. He wanted to drive her into a lusty frenzy, to make her cry out shamelessly. He fucked into her even harder, his belly smacking loudly against her upturned ass, his thick cock making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot syrup from her cunt.
"Damn you, Auntie, you know you want it," he panted.
Sara's whole body shook with the force of his fucking, her big tits wobbling crazily from side to side. She braced herself against the chair arm so she wouldn't be bowled over. Her nephew had never fucked her harder, and it had never excited her so wildly. She didn't love him, she loved Ron, but she couldn't fail to respond to his stallion-like fucking.
Her cunt seemed to have a life of its own, growing tighter and hotter by the second, gripping his deep-thrust cock to get more red-hot friction. Brad felt the slow tightening and whined with pleasure. She could tell he was struggling not to come, wanting to bring her off first so he could brag to his buddies. Much as she wanted to come, she also wanted to cheat him of that triumph.
The very next time he slammed his steely cock into her cunt, she deliberately tightened her muscular cunt walls as much as she could, squeezing his cock almost flat. Feeling his swollen cock gripped fiercely in that hot wet vise of flesh, Brad gave a piercing whine of pleasure. Helplessly he felt his balls spasm and release their steaming load.
"Awwwwwww, shit!" he bawled.
His ass began to knot and jerk with lightning speed as he came uncontrollably, jetting load after load of hot jizz into her pussy. The thick cum overflowed her tightly stuffed cunt and gushed down her legs. Brad whined and shot his scalding jizz to the very last drop, then staggered back from her, gasping and flushed.
"Guess you got off, huh?" Rick laughed.
"Yeah," Brad sighed, "but she wouldn't come. She's holding out on purpose, the bitch!"
"Well, maybe you just haven't got what it takes, old buddy," Rick taunted. "Maybe I can do better."
"Go ahead and try, smart ass!" Brad snapped.
Finally Tom spoke up. "Yeah, take your turn, Rick," he said, " 'cause I sure as hell can't wait much longer."
Rick laughed and ordered Sara to sit down in the chair. She was glad to sit so she could catch her breath and try to collect her thoughts. Rick stood right in front of her and took off his clothes. She couldn't help admiring his lean young body, not to mention his handsome, rigid seven-inch prick. His cock stood straight up, painfully engorged and stiff as steel.
Sara soon found out why he wanted her to sit in the chair. When he was naked, he lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the chair, lewdly exposing her wet fur-fringed cunt. Sara blushed with humiliation as he and the other boys gawked and grinned. Her pussy couldn't have been more totally exposed to their leering eyes.
Rick got a cushion, dropped it on the floor in front of her, and knelt. When Brad and Tom saw what he was up to, they crowded in close, watching lustily. Sara prepared herself for further humiliation. In this position her audience wouldn't miss a single detail as Rick fucked her. Leering at her, he wedged the bulbous head of his cock into her juicy little pussy.
"Bet I can get you off, teacher," he taunted.
Sara was afraid of that. He used a completely different technique than Brad. Instead of fucking into her mercilessly and brutally, he began gliding his thick rigid cock slowly and sensuously up her horny little fuckhole, taking his time and savoring the tight slick fit. That gradual penetration was delicious and tantalizing to Sara.
The farther in her cunt he got, the better it felt, and soon she was aching for him to slam his big prick all the way into her pussy. She kept her jaws clamped shut, keeping back her cries of excitement as Rick slowly stuffed her full of hotly throbbing cock. At last his bloated hairy balls came to rest against her wet slit, and he paused and grinned at her.
"You got every damn inch of my cock now, teacher," he said. "And I bet you love it."
The other boys laughed, and Sara reddened. But it was all too true. She was going wild with lust as Rick's big hard cock throbbed in her famished pussyhole. It got worse when he began to fuck her in deep slow delicious strokes, and she barely stifled a groan of pleasure. Tom and Brad came to stand on either side of him, standing as close as they could get.
"Shit, that looks like fun," Tom sighed.
His eyes were glued to Rick's engorged blue-veined cock as it plowed in and out between Sara's widely spread pink cuntlips. After the first few strokes it emerged beaded with her pearly pussy juice, and soon it was dripping with the thick hot syrup. Sara just couldn't control her creaming. It felt fantastically good to have her hungry cunt reamed and filled with the boy's thick meat.
"Awwwww, yeah, nice and tight," Rick sighed. "You're gonna love fucking her, Tom."
"I believe it," Tom said hoarsely.
The poor kid's fly looked ready to burst with his massive hard-on, and he was going wild with horniness as he watched Rick greedily taking his time, fucking deeply and sensuously into Sara's juicy little pussyhole. Even Brad began to get excited. His pride had been hurt when he didn't get his aunt off, but watching her take Rick's deep-plowing cock was an incredible turn-on.
"Yeah, give it to her!" Brad panted. "Fuck the living shit out of her, man!"
"That's just what I intend to do," Rick grinned.
The deep slow probing of his cock felt so good that Sara was quivering helplessly with pleasure. Moans of ecstasy rose from her throat, and she barely managed to stifle them. She wanted to come so badly, she could have screamed. Rick's cock was steel-hard and very thick, filling every inch of her thirsty little fuckhole.
"Ahhhhhhh, man, she's hot!" Rick whined. "I'm gonna give her about a gallon of cum in just a second."
"Yeah, but you're not gonna get her off, either," Brad taunted.
"Oh, yeah?" Rick snapped. "We'll just see about that."
Sara saw a wicked grin spread over his face, and she knew he had a surprise for her. He started fucking into her faster now, cramming his stiff prick hard and deep in her achingly horny cunt, and she gasped and almost came. But that wasn't all he did to her. He suddenly reached out, seized her swollen clit, and began kneading it roughly.
"Oooooooooo!" Sara squealed.
It was the first sound they'd gotten out of her, and she just couldn't help it. Violent jolts of pleasure ripped through her body as Rick fucked hard into her cunt and rolled her swollen clit between his fingers. No way could she keep from coming, unless she got him off first. Desperately she tried the same trick she'd used on Brad, making her boiling cunt as tight as she could.
"Unnnggghhh, Jesus!" Rick yelped.
"What's happening?" Tom cried.
"Her pussy's so fuckin' tight!" Rick whined. "Awwwwwww, shit, I'm gonna come! AAAGGGHHH!"
He let go of her clit, and his lean young body shuddered violently as the first spurt of hot cum jetted from his prick. His ass jerked with lightning speed, and he howled with pleasure as he pumped a huge load of steaming jizz into her pussy. Sara slumped back with a sigh of relief as she took his load. She still ached to come, but she'd saved her pride.
"Ahhhhhhh, so fuckin' good!" Rick bawled.
Brad was grinning smugly. He hadn't been outdone by his friend after all. He watched, leering, as Rick pumped Sara's gripping cunt full of sizzling jism. The thick juice filled and overflowed her tiny pussy, puddling on the seat of the chair. At last Rick sighed and pulled out, looking a little sheepish.
"Gee," he said, "I didn't expect to come so quick."
"I'm sure glad you did, though," Tom sighed.
Brad and Rick grinned at their shy red-haired friend. Poor Tom was in a frenzy of horniness from watching them both fuck Sara. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy with lust, and his cock was so swollen it hurt. His cum-filled balls ached in the tight confinement of his jeans. But it was his turn at last, and he quickly began to strip. Brad turned to Sara and grinned wickedly.
"We got a real treat for you, Auntie," he said. "You get to cop Tom's cherry."
"Hey, you didn't have to tell her that," Tom said, blushing.
"Too late now," Rick laughed. "How do you wanta do it to her?"
"Just the regular way, I guess," Tom said. He didn't think he'd know how to do anything different.
"Okay, Auntie, move!" Brad commanded.
Wearily Sara left the chair and lay down on the rug, opening her legs wide and bending her knees. There was no point in struggling. She just wanted to get it over with. Tom skinned out of his jeans and shorts, and she stared at his handsome teenage cock. The thick six-incher hugged his belly in a painful hard-on, the cleft dribbling thick bubbles of juice.
"Okay, man, she's all yours," Rick grinned. Tom approached Sara shyly and hesitantly, even though he ached to cram his engorged cock into her wet pussyhole. He'd always thought Miss Davis was the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world, but he was scared of her, too. She'd always been so stern and remote. He could hardly believe he was getting the chance to fuck her.
He crawled between her legs and gawked at the lush pink flesh of her cunt. So much was happening at once. He'd never fucked before, never seen a real live pussy before. And it didn't help that Brad and Rick were standing right over him making dirty remarks. If he fucked up, they'd be right there to see it.
"Hey," he said, "could you guys leave us alone for just a minute?"
Brad shrugged and said, "I guess so. Come on, Rick, let's get another beer."
Tom breathed a sigh of relief as they left for the kitchen. He was nervous enough without them standing over him commenting on everything he did. He looked down at Sara apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Miss Davis," he said, "but I never did this before. I don't even know what to do."
That was ironic, Sara thought. Not only did she have to let him rape her, she was going to have to show him how. But she'd do anything to get her ordeal over with. She reached down and fisted the base of the boy's hotly throbbing prick. She wedged the bloated head of his cock into the juicy ring of her cunt, and Tom shivered lustily.
"There, Tom," she sighed, "now all you have to do is move, just like the other boys did."
"Gee, thanks, Miss Davis," he said, "that's real nice of you."
Sara only nodded weakly. She wished he'd stop talking and start fucking. She soon got her wish. Snorting lustily, Tom jabbed his steely cock hard into her cunt, forcing the thick meat clear to her womb in one greedy lunge. As he sank his achingly swollen prick into a wet hot pussy for the very first time, he groaned with pleasure.
"Awwwwwww, shit, that's good!" he moaned.
His natural instincts took over, and he began fucking into her hard and fast, too lusty to be slow or gentle. He liked and respected his teacher, didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't resist the hot pleasure of cramming his bloated prick furiously in her deliciously snug juicy fuckhole. He whined and moaned blissfully.
Sara wished she could moan along with him. Of all the boys, he was fucking her best, because his granite cockshaft was raking back and forth over her swollen clit and giving her powerful blasts of pleasure before plowing deep into her horny wet cunt. She arched her body upward, rubbing her throbbing clit against his pumping shaft.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. She couldn't hold back that murmur of ecstasy.
Propped on his elbows, Tom stared at her incredulously. "You like it, Miss Davis? Am I doing it right?"
No one else was there to hear her, so Sara said, "Yes, Tom, it's just right. It feels good to me."
Tom beamed with pride and went on happily plowing his engorged prick in the steaming pulp of her cunt. Sara didn't feel hostile around this shy, polite boy like she did with Brad and Rick, and she decided to give herself the luxury of a climax while they were out of the room. She relaxed completely and gurgled with pleasure as she took the steady hard ramming of Tom's stiff cock.
"Mmmmmmm, yesss, fuck me, Tom!" she moaned. "Fuck me good and hard!"
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" Tom cried blissfully.
He must be doing something right. Miss Davis hadn't responded like this when Brad and Rick fucked her. He kept cramming his eager young cock hard and deep in her seething wet pussyhole, and she moaned ecstatically and humped back at him, meeting his thrusts with a greedy jerk of her hips. Her thick cream steamed and boiled around his cock. "Ahhhhhhh, God, it's so good!" Sara moaned. "You're fucking me so good, Tom! Just a little more and I'll come!"
"I'll make you come, Miss Davis!" Tom cried adoringly. "Don't you worry."
He fucked into her even harder and faster, for her lustily jerking hips told him she wanted more force. Sara responded with a hoarse moan of pleasure and fucked back at him hard and hungrily. She felt the pleasure building and building in her pussy till it suddenly exploded in a bomb blast of sensation.
"Unnnnhhhh, Tom, you're doing it to me! I'M COMING!" she wailed. "WHHAAAHHH!"
Her body bucked and rocked beneath him, and Tom beamed with pride. He'd done what the others couldn't do. As Sara howled and came, he went on happily cramming his rock-hard young cock in her squeezing, spurting little fuckhole. Just then Rick and Brad strolled back into the room with fresh beers in their hands.
"Ooooooo, Tom, you're making me come so good!" Sara howled.
Brad and Rick almost dropped their beers. They rushed over to see if Sara was faking it just to piss them off, but as they stood over the humping couple they saw that her climax was for real. Her body was rocking violently, and her thick sizzling cunt juice was gushing out around Tom's pile-driving cock.
"Well, congratulations, man," Rick laughed.
Tom didn't reply because he was busy coming himself. "Awwwwwww, shit! Take my load, Miss Davis!" he whined. "AHHHHHHH!"
Brad seethed with envy and anger. He resented Tom for making Sara come when he and Rick had failed, but even more he was angry at his beautiful aunt for holding out on him. As soon as Tom had finished coming and had rolled off her, Brad grabbed Sara and hauled her to her feet. He pushed her into the chair and flung her legs up over the arms.
"Just hold that pose, Auntie," he snarled. "I'll be right back."
He left the room and quickly returned carrying a camera with a flash attachment. When Sara realized that he meant to take her picture in that obscene posture, a picture which could be used to blackmail her forever, she screamed and started to rise.
"Hold her!" Brad barked.
Rick and Tom rushed to hold her in position, and Brad got her in focus. Sara struggled violently, but the boys were too strong for her. They held her with her legs wide open, her cum-soaked pussy completely exposed. Brad leered and the flashbulb went off.
At that moment Ron Edwards walked in the front door.
CHAPTER NINE
Ron took in the situation--Sara, naked and horrified, held in the chair by two boys while her nephew took her picture in that obscene posture. Reddening with anger, Ron strode over to Brad, grabbed the camera from him, and dumped out the film. The three boys, seeing their high school counselor, scrambled for their clothes.
"Go find some clothes, Sara," Ron said. "I'll take care of this."
He took care of it, all right. Inside an hour he had Brad packed and on a plane for New York, while Rick and Tom had promised their silence in exchange for not being turned over to the juvenile authorities.
So Sara and Ron had their dinner out after all. She looked at him with admiration and gratitude across the candle-lit table.
"Ron, I just don't know how to thank you for all you've done for me," she said.
Ron grinned at her and said, "I've got a pretty good idea of how I want to be thanked."
Sara blushed slightly and said, "I think I can guess."
"But you haven't guessed all of it," Ron said. "Have you ever been to a steam bath?"
Sara admitted she hadn't, and after dinner Ron took her to a place run by an old Swede who obviously couldn't have cared less who, or how many people, went into the baths together. He even sold them some cold beer. In the changing room, Ron locked the door behind them and began to undress. Sara followed suit, wondering just what he had in mind. She suspected he wasn't here just to get clean.
"I hired the rooms for a whole hour," Ron said. "That's longer than usual, but I think we can make good use of the time."
Sara hungrily ogled his powerful hairy body as he led the way into the steam room. They lay down on a raised platform in the steamy, sensuous atmosphere, and Ron didn't waste any time reaching for her creamy ripe tits. As he squeezed and molded the silky-skinned melons, Sara felt herself getting hornier by the second.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured.
"You like that?" he said.
"I like everything you do to me," she smiled.
"You know," Ron said, "we've got one thing to thank those kids for. They got you turned on to sex. If it hadn't been for that, I might never have had a chance with you. And I've been wanting you for a long time, Sara."
"I wish I'd gotten together with you instead of them," she sighed.
"Well, it's all over now," Ron said. "So let's just forget about it and concentrate on the future."
The future was a very pleasant thing for Sara to think about, but even more delicious was the present moment, lying naked beside Ron in the steamy room while he played with her big sensitive tits. Soon her big pink nipples were responding to his touch, going rigid, engorged and throbbing. Her pussy swelled and moistened as she thought about fucking Ron.
She could hardly wait to take his huge eight-inch cock into her hungry pussyhole. As pleasant as it felt, she wished he'd quit fondling her tits and get down to serious business. Then it occurred to her that she didn't have to wait for the man to make the first move. She could do it herself. She reached down and curled her fingers around his semi-rigid cock.
"And just what are you up to?" he grinned. "I'm up to getting you up," Sara said, leering. She tightened her grip on his silky-skinned prick and began to pump it slowly and sensuously in her hot fist. Something about the atmosphere of the steam room made her feel wanton and daring. As she stroked and pumped his cock, Ron gave a lusty sigh and began to breathe heavily, his face flushing with horny arousal. She suddenly wanted to feel, kiss and taste him all over.
She moved to kneel beside him, still eagerly pumping his big hot prick. Bending low over his belly, she brought the gleaming purple knob of his cockhead up to her lips. She snaked out her tongue and swirled it around and around the big knob, while Ron shivered with pleasure. As she pumped and licked his cock, he could feel his balls filling with hot jizz.
"You're getting me up, all right," he chuckled.
Sara could feel it. The base of his cock began to thicken in her fist, forcing her fingers apart, and his shaft rocketed to its full eight inches, nudging hungrily against her lapping tongue. The dark slit of his pisshole began to ooze fat glistening bubbles of juice. Hot saliva rushed to her mouth as she watched the thick cream bubble from his cock cleft and stream down his shaft.
She started gobbling up his juice. Her small pink tongue darted all over his prick, lapping up the thick streams of salty liquid. She rolled it on her tongue, savoring the taste, before swallowing it with a hungry gurgle. Ron watched her with glazed horny eyes and shivered with pleasure as her juicy little tongue played over his cock.
"Mmmmmmm," Sara murmured.
She loved the taste of his juice. She felt like she could never get enough of it. When she'd cleaned his wrist-thick shaft, she swirled her tongue all over the huge purple bulb of his cockhead, lapping up all the dribbling cream and eating it. Still she wanted more. She drilled the pointed tip of her tongue deep into his pisshole and reamed out more delicious cream.
"Awwwwwww, Jesus, yes!" Ron moaned. "Eat all my juice, baby."
Still Sara couldn't get enough. She'd reamed his cock cleft clean of juice, but she was hungry for more. Fisting the heavily throbbing base of his cock, she crammed the rest into her mouth and began to suck on it ravenously. Ron gasped and shuddered blissfully as her scorching wet mouth closed around his engorged prick. She sucked hard and fast, starved for his cream.
"Ahhhhhhh, shit, yeah!" he moaned. "Suck my cock, honey! Suck it good and hard!"
Sara hardly had to be urged. She was using powerful vacuum pressure as she sucked, drawing the rich cream out of his pisshole and gulping it greedily. As she suctioned the juice out of his prick, Ron got more and more excited and fed her bigger, thicker globs of the salty stuff. Sara gurgled lustily as she savored it before swallowing.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Ron lay there watching her with hot horny eyes. The beautiful brunette teacher was crouched over him, her huge tits wobbling and her hair flying as she greedily sucked his cock. The swollen shaft of his cock stretched her red-glossed lips hugely, but she didn't seem to mind. Her eyes glowed lustily as she sucked out his juice and gobbled it up.
Ron's balls felt ready to burst with their hot load, and he wanted urgently to cram his achingly stiff cock into Sara's juicy little fuckhole. But it was such a turn-on to watch her sucking his cock that he tried to hold himself back. It seemed incredible that only a week ago she'd been a man-hating spinster. Now she was gobbling his prick like a pro.
"You better decide where you want my load, baby," Ron panted. "In your mouth or in your cunt?"
That was a tough decision, all right. Sara could have happily gone on sucking his cock and eating his tasty juice for hours. But her inflamed pussy ached for attention, too. She creamed heavily and helplessly as she thought of having her cunt stuffed with Ron's huge hard cock. She drew back, letting his rigid spit-soaked prick snap from her lips.
"Mmmmmmm, what a gorgeous hard-on," she cooed. She reached out and patted the steel-hard meat, running her hand up and down the wet shaft, feeling the loose silky outer skin and the hard red-hot core beneath. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of playing with Ron's big horse-cock.
"Well," he said impatiently, "are you gonna fuck it or use it for a hat rack?"
"Both," Sara grinned, "but first I'm going to fuck it."
She mounted him, her knees hugging his hips, her creamy little cunt poised right over the gleam-ing purple knob of his cockhead. Too urgently lusty to wait for him to make the first move, she crammed her pussy full of rock-hard cock, slamming her slick cunt down around the granite column of blue-veined meat.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned.
"Jesus, yes!" Ron whined. "Take my cock, baby! Take every fuckin' inch of it!"
Sara took all she could get, slamming her famished pussy down to his balls. His bloated hairy nuts rubbed her slit, and the hard knob of his prickhead butted her womb. Deliciously full of thick pulsating cock, she paused a moment to savor the sensation. Ron savored it, too, his prick sheathed in red-hot juicy flesh, and he looked up at the flushed hot-eyed woman with a wicked grin.
"I'd almost believe you like to fuck," he said.
"You better believe it," Sara grinned, "and right now I'm gonna fuck the socks off you, mister."
It was hard to believe this was the same Sara Davis he'd known for so long. The gorgeous brown-haired teacher began to jerk her hips, slamming her slick cunt hungrily up and down the steely shaft of his cock, and her pretty face contorted in a big grimace of pleasure. She moaned with ecstasy as she stuffed her pussy with his rigid prick, and he could feel her molten cunt cream drenching his cock.
"Ahhhhhhh, so damned good!" Sara moaned. "It sure as hell is," Ron panted. "Your pussy's so fuckin' tight and hot!"
Her big ripe tits wobbled crazily as she fucked at him, but soon Ron couldn't resist stilling their movement, reaching up and cupping the bouncing melons. He caught her big stiff nipples and massaged them with a tugging and milking action that made Sara squeal with pleasure. The long rosy nubs throbbed violently in his fingers.
Sara fucked at him faster and faster as her excitement mounted, slamming her greedy pussyhole up and down the stiff shaft of his mammoth cock. His bloated prick forced out her gushing cream, and the pearly juice soaked his balls and trickled down his ass crack. His fingers worked her sensitive nipples expertly, giving her hot jolts of pleasure that streaked right down to her hotly aroused pussy. Sara didn't think she'd ever felt so lusty.
"Uhhhhhhh, yessss!" she whined. "Your cock feels so good in me, Ron!"
"It feels good in your hot little pussy," he groaned. "You feel like a few experiments?"
"Sure, why not?" Sara grinned. "Let's do it standing up," he suggested. Sara didn't care if they did it standing on their heads or jumping through hoops, she was so famished for his big hard cock. They came down from the steam platform and stood under the shower, which Ron turned on in a lukewarm stream. Sara was hot and sweaty from the steam, and the cool water felt delicious on her naked body.
"Here's something I bet you never tried before," Ron said. "Just lean back against me now."
Sara faced the shower and leaned her back against his powerful hairy chest. Holding her around the waist, Ron maneuvered her so that the cool stinging stream of water hit her big dark bush. Then he folded back the lips of her cunt, and Sara gave a squeal of surprise as the jet of water bombarded her exposed clit.
"Oooooooooo!" she cried.
"Feel good?" Ron chuckled.
"Oh, my God, yes!" Sara moaned.
It was a kinky sensation but very exciting. The water jetted hard against her sensitive clit, giving her exquisite buzzing sensations. Her whole pussy melted with pleasure, and in seconds she was panting and squealing uncontrollably. She'd never even dreamed of this way of masturbating. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she was almost screaming with it, and molten cunt juice gushed down her legs.
"Ahhhhhhh, Ron, it's good!" she whined. "It's driving me crazy!"
"That's the whole idea," he laughed.
It was a turn-on for him to hold her lustily shivering body and hear her squeals of pleasure as the stinging spray of water hit her clit. But soon his achingly bloated cock demanded some attention, too. He slammed it between her ass cheeks and wedged the engorged head in the soaked pit of her cunt. Snorting with lust, he shoved his stiff cock as deep as he could into her snug fuckhole.
"Unnnggghhh, yesss!" Sara moaned. "Get into me, darling! Give me your big hard cock!"
"You'll get it all right!" Ron growled. "You'll get every fuckin' inch!"
He gripped her writhing hips and fucked into her from behind, plowing his engorged prick deep and hard in her fiery wet pussyhole. Sara was going wild with excitement. With Ron's big hard cock ramming into her from behind and that jet of water beating down on her clit, she was getting fantastic stimulation all over her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ooooooo!"
Ron felt her hungry cunt tightening around his pistoning cock and getting hot as a blast furnace. Moaning, he sank his steel-hard prick as deep as he could in her molten fuckhole and held it there, sensing that she was about to come. Sara stiffened, gasped, and then began to convulse, and he had to hold up her dizzily swaying body.
"Ohhhhhh, I'm coming!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, Ron! AAAGGGHHH!"
Her cunt began to grip and release his cock in hard hungry spasms, and it was all he could do not to come along with her. But he wanted to go on fucking her as long as he could. He was just beginning to explore the possibilities of fun with this beautiful lusty woman. He held his cock deep in her convulsing pussy and felt it soaked with her scalding cunt juice.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God! OHHHHHHH!" Sara wailed.
It was the most powerful climax of her life, and her pleasure was intensified by feeling that stinging stream of water on her pulsating clit and feeling Ron's huge thick prick throbbing deep in her cunt. It was almost a minute before she finally stopped howling and convulsing. She slumped against Ron's wet hair-matted chest and caught her breath.
"Oh, my God, that was fantastic," she sighed. "Where'd a nice guy like you learn such a kinky trick?"
"I'm not telling," he laughed, "but I will give away one secret. I used to fantasize about doing this with you, this and a lot of other things."
"Like what?" Sara grinned.
"Oh, for instance," Ron chuckled, "having you lean over and hold the platform while I fuck you from behind, if you're up for it."
"I'm up for it all right," Sara said.
He swung her around so she could grip the floor of the steam platform. That left her slightly bent forward, her pert little ass sticking out. Even better for Ron, it left his balls and asshole right in the stinging stream of water from the shower. He started fucking into her hard and lustily, and the jet of water was like a delicious electric shock on his nuts and shitter.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah, fantastic!" he yelped.
Sara sensed an extra note of excitement in his voice, and she turned her head to see that the strong cool stream of water was hitting him between the legs from behind. She couldn't help grinning. Around school Ron was so mild and polite and respectable, no one would ever have guessed he did these kinky things.
"Uhhhhh, yes, fuck me, Ron!" she moaned, knowing her dirty talk would make him even more aroused. "Fuck that big ol' cock in my pussy!"
Ron snorted with lust and rammed his throbbing prick even harder and faster in her scorching slick fuckhole. Sara had to grip the platform hard or be thrown forward, but she loved his deep forceful fucking. She whined with pleasure and drenched his plowing cock with thick blasts of cream. The hot syrup overflowed her stuffed cunt and flooded down her legs.
"Am I fucking you good, baby?" Ron panted.
"Unnnnhhhh, yessss!" Sara wailed. "I love the way you're fucking me, Ron! Don't ever stop!"
With his balls and asshole excitingly stimulated by the jet of water and his swollen cock hammering hard in Sara's deliciously tight slick pussyhole, Ron knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He wanted Sara to come at the same time he did, so he used a little trick to speed things up. He reached around her and grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger. As he started to knead the soaked bud, she shrieked with excitement.
"Ooooooo, yes! Frig meeeee!" Sara howled.
With the double stimulation of his pistoning cock and his frigging fingers, she started to come almost right away. Her cunt went tight as a vise around his plowing prick, and her clit spasmed and squirted between his kneading fingers. Ron felt her violently tugging cunt suctioning the jizz right out of his balls.
"Ahhhhhhh, Ron! I'M COMING!" she wailed.
"Me, too, baby!" he snorted. "Take my load!"
The big scalding blast of his jizz triggered Sara into a firecracker string of orgasms which made her shriek with ecstasy. Ron jetted load after load of boiling cum into her squeezing little fuckhole, his cock hammering into her with lightning speed. When they finally staggered apart, they were both drenched with steam and sweat.
"Let's shower," Ron said, "and then I'll show you what the changing room is for."
"Silly me," Sara said. "I thought it was for changing."
"That's just a minor detail," Ron assured her.
They showered till they were squeaky clean, and of course Ron didn't miss the chance to wash Sara's pussy for her, massaging the swollen flesh with his soap-slick fingers till she squealed with excitement. In turn she washed his cock, pumping the slippery column of flesh wickedly in her soapy fist till she felt his meat mushrooming into fullness.
Then they went into the cool changing room and stretched out on a bench, sipping cold beers. The beer-drinking didn't last very long though, because they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Ron slipped his hand between Sara's thighs and fingered her moist hot cunt slit, while she fisted his engorged cock and pumped it.
"We'll probably end up fucking each other to death," she laughed.
"What a way to go," Ron grinned. "Wanta play doggy?"
Sara gave a low husky growl and flipped over onto her hands and knees, thrusting her luscious round ass up in the air. Kneeling behind her, Ron socked the huge hard knob of his cockhead into the slick hollow of her cunt. He slid his big hard prick into her slowly and sensuously, making her shiver and whine with excitement.
"Oooooooooo, yeah, baby, get that big thing into me!" she panted.
As Ron slowly and deliciously stuffed her greedy cunt full of heavily throbbing cock, Sara clawed at the bench and creamed uncontrollably, her hot juice soaking his prick and gushing out around the hairy base of his cock. Ron gazed lustily at his thick blue-veined shaft as it glided deeper and deeper between her splayed pink cuntlips. He noticed that her tiny puckered shitter was opening and closing hungrily as if it wanted some attention.
He pressed a fingertip to the clenched ring of her asshole and rubbed it suggestively. Sara gave a hoarse moan of lust. Taking that for an invitation, he eased his cream- soaked cock out of her cunt and pressed the slick hard tip against her shitter. The tiny hole relaxed and expanded, and Ron eased his throbbing prick into her asshole just as slowly and deliciously as he'd glided it into her cunt.
"Uhhhhh, yessss!" Sara moaned. "Get your big cock up my ass, baby! I LOVE IT!"
Ron shivered with excitement as he sank his engorged cock in the tiniest, hottest hole he'd ever fucked. Her shitter was pencil-thin but slick with juice, and he crammed his cock all the way to his balls in her fiery butthole. He started fucking her in the ass, and Sara squealed with pleasure as she felt her little shitter stuffed with hot throbbing cock.
"Uhhhnnnggghhh!" she moaned. "Yeah, fuck my ass, honey! Cream my ass good!"
She knew she'd never need any man but Ron from now on. He knew exactly how to satisfy the hot lust she'd stored up for so many years. She shrieked with pleasure as she took the deep lusty plowing of his eight-inch cock in her steaming little shitter, and soon they were coming at the same time, Ron filling her fiery asshole with huge loads of steaming cum.
When Ron and Sara finally walked out of the steam bath, their faces pink and glowing with satisfied lust, they practically ran into two sour-faced old ladies who were members of the school board. The women looked at them in shock, and one of them wagged a finger at them.
"Why, Mr. Edwards! Miss Davis!" the old prude exclaimed. "What were you doing in a disgusting place like that?"
"Oh, we were just checking it out," Ron said coolly, "to see if it was suitable for students."
"And?" the woman demanded.
"We researched it thoroughly, Miss Spencer," Ron said, "and we can assure you, it's for adults only."
