Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term "perversion". What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to others. In many Eskimo cummunities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.
The woman in this book appears outwardly normal. Yet she derives pleasure from a practice that most would consider socially unacceptable-and some would consider perverted.
But who is to say whether she is normal or perverted? TURNED ON BY A UNTIE is a novel of interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one woman seeking to resolve her sexual conflicts and find inner happiness.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Well," said Susan Caton, rising from the couch with a smile, "aren't you even going to kiss me hello before you go running out the door?" She put one hand on her hip and tilted her head to the side, hair swishing down her shoulder in a tousled fall of burnished gold. "I mean, it seems you could spare your poor old aunt one little kiss and a Hi, doesn't it, Jesse? Oh, come here!" She put her hands on his waist and lifted slightly, and her lips brushed his. She felt him shiver at the touch of her mouth and she settled back, rocking on her heels as she looked up into her nephew's face. Good Lord, was he blushing?
"He's grown a lot, hasn't he, Terry?" Susan went on, turning toward Jesse's mother. Terry nodded, proudly it seemed. And Susan could understand that. Jesse Parrish was a son to be proud of. Sixteen, and a nicely built sixteen. Six-foot-two, with a handsome heartbreaker face and a shock of wavy chestnut colored hair. He couldn't have been a better physical specimen if he'd been genetically engineered, but it was easy see that his good looks hadn't spoiled him. There was a certain hesitation, a kind of awkward shyness that Susan could detect, and she liked it. Such a difference between her nephew and the men she knew in L.A., where the name of the game was push. It was good to be home again, in Ohio, where things were simple and easy.
"Tell you what," she said, running her hand up and down one of his firm taut-muscled arms, "you come out to Hollywood when you get a few years older. I think you can be the next ail-American heartthrob. Maybe I can get you a continuing role on LOVE IS THE PROMISE. What do you say, stud?" And she jabbed him playfully in the ribs, while Terry laughed maternally from the couch. Jesse went beet-red and made a move toward the door.
"Uh, I'd better be going," he said. "The guys are outside. Hey, Aunt Sue, would you do me a favor? Would you come out and tell them hello? And tell them that you really were on CHARLIE'S ANGELS? Tim and Pete didn't believe me when I told 'em it was you."
"My public," Susan said grandly, with a wave of her hand. "I have done Shakespeare for Joseph Papp. And as far as my nephew and his friends are concerned, the only thing I've ever done worth the doing was a six-minute bit as a hooker on CHARLIE'S ANGELS. The price an actress must pay! Where are your buddies? Let's set them straight, kid." She took Jesse's hand-he seemed a little reluctant but her fingers molded around his-and they walked toward the front door.
Pete and Tim were outside, sprawling on the grass under the big old shade tree. They were gangly, fresh-faced boys, Pete a brunette and Tim a freckle-spotted redhead. Neither of them could hold a candle to Jesse, as far as looks went. Or is that my auntly prejudice showing through? Susan wondered. She smiled as Jesse introduced her, and she saw the boys' eyes light up.
When Tim asked the question, Susan laughed, huskily, throatily, totally delighted. She nodded, and her long wavy hair did a dancing swirl around her face. Her wide-set gray-blue eyes glinted. "Yes," she said, "and to answer the next question even before you ask it, Kate, Jaclyn, and Cheryl are all delightful to work with but I don't know them personally."
"Is that your car?" Pete wondered, pointing at the silver Maserati in the driveway. Susan nodded again. His eyes got big. "Wow," he said. "It looks expensive."
"But it's worth it," Susan said. "If you like fast cars. Cars that go much too fast for the speed limit, I'm afraid."
"See?" Jesse was saying, standing at least two inches taller. "I told you guys."
"Yeah," Tim agreed, "you told us." Well, gee, Miss Caton-Susan-it was nice to meet you. I guess we'd better be going. Maybe we'll see you again sometime."
"Jesse, are you going to be home in time for supper? Well, I'll whip up something just in case. So-I'd better let you fellows get on to your affairs. Terry and I have a lot of talking to do and such a little time to do it in. Bye." She turned into the doorway and watched the three of them going down the walk. Jesse's head was a few inches higher than the tall elm in the yard.
"Good Lord," she told her sister Terry, closing the door behind her, "when did he grow up? It seems like only yesterday that he was a little boy. God, I'll bet the girls here are lined up waiting to get to him. Isn't he absolutely gorgeous?" Shaking her head, she strolled back to the chair and sat down. Susan took a cigarette case from her purse and lit up, blowing a perfect smoke ring as she lounged in the chair.
"I'm so sorry you didn't give me a call," Teresa said. "I could have canceled out on the trip to Cleveland, but...."
"But I do everything impulsively," Susan agreed, knocking ash off her cigarette. "My vacation came up and I didn't have any hack work lined up, so I just hopped into the car, blew a goodbye kiss to LA, and tooled out for home. Oh, it does feel good to be home again. Reckardsville never really changes, though, does it? I feel ten years younger, just being here again. Terry-am I really thirty-three years old?"
"You must be," Terry said. "I'm thirty-six. And I'm three years older than you." She sighed, heavily. "I just wish I felt as young as you do."
Susan sat up, stubbing out her cigarette. She reached over the coffee table, put her hand on Terry's knee. "My god, you're not still upset about your lousy ex-husband, are you? You've been a free woman for three years, sis. I suppose Ed and that slut of his are still enjoying themselves in Florida? Oh, sweet Jesus, Ter', if that son of a bitch is on your mind, get him off! Right now! He was no goddamned good. Ever."
Terry lowered her eyes. "It's not only that. It's a lot of things. I don't even know if I can put them into words, it's been so long since I've had anyone to unwind with. Oh, I know we've talked on the phone, but it's long distance and it must cost you a fortune every time you call, and it isn't the same thing as sitting there talking to you, the way we used to do." She made a little sniffing sound, and Susan squeezed reassuringly on her knee again.
"I can't really talk now," she said. "I have to catch that plane to Cleveland at six, and it's almost three now, and I'm a mess, I have a million things to do-I have to shower and wash my hair and-"
"Oh," Susan teased, leaning closer, "the day you don't have time to talk to your kid sister is the day I resign from this family. If something's bothering you, tell me. Maybe I can help. I haven't exactly been in a convent the last few years. Nothing you say will shock me or horrify me, Terry.
Terry looked up and there was a sudden flash of something in her eyes, something which reminded Susan very much of shock. "No, of course not," she said, a little throatily, tensely.
"Really?" Susan persisted, leaning still closer.
She could almost bump forehead's with Terry now and she tried to capture her sister's eyes. "You don't have to pretend with me, Terry. I've known you all my life, and we've never had secrets. Not from each other." She sat up. "Let me guess. It is a man, right? The guy you work for. The one you're flying down to Cleveland with. You've been having an affair with him and lately you suspect he wants to break it off but you don't intend to let him go."
Terry's face went scarlet, then bleached white. "For God's sake, Susan! Mr. Gregory is sixty-two years old! How can you even think-"
Susan grinned sheepishly. "Maybe I'm too deeply involved in soap opera after all. I'm starting to adapt LOVE IS THE PROMISE plots to real life. Is it a man?"
"No, and yes, and-I just don't know, Susan! Things are happening inside me, Susan, things I can't cope with. I take four or five Valiums a day-tens, not fives. I'm afraid to take more than that, but I've been getting so tense and irritable and I'm tied in knots all the time. Jesse-you saw Jesse. I used to be his mother, Susan, but he's almost a man. You said so yourself. Soon I won't be anything, just a woman living in a house that's too big and too empty and-"
Susan hurried around the coffee table and sat beside her sister on the couch. She took Terry's head in her hands just as Terry began to sob, and she pulled her head to rest upon her comforting shoulder. Her fingers laced through Terry's hair and she murmured soft words of love and sympathy. "It's all right, honey," she said, over and over. The clock on the mantle chimed gently, three times.
"How long has it been?" Susan asked, lifting Terry's head. This time her sister's eyes were weak, pliable, and they couldn't escape the hypnotic fix of Susan's. "How long since your last good affair?"
"There-there haven't been any," Terry said almost inaudibly. "I haven't been with a man since Ed left me."
Susan's eyes almost leaped from their sockets. "Three years?" she blurted. "Three goddamned years? No wonder you're chewing Valiums and feeling your stomach twist itself into knots! My God, can't a woman get laid around here anymore? Have all the men joined monasteries or something? You're an attractive woman, Terry, and you know it, and it seems to me that-"
Terry was still crying, the tears rolling in little droplets down her cheeks. She sniffled now and then, but the tears seemed to flow, as if she had no real part in causing them. "Oh, I've had the chance," she said, wiping her cheek. "Men who wanted a hot wet piece in a motel room. Men who wanted a woman for the night. Wham-bam, thank you ma'am. The-the Christmas after Ed left me, I got drunk at the office party, and I almost did it in the stock room with a man. He had my blouse unbuttoned and my bra up around my neck, and my slacks were down to my knees. His hand was in my panties and he had his-his cock out of his pants, sticking out through the fly, and he rubbed my leg with it. But all the time he kept calling me 'Carla,' I don't know why, but that's what he kept saying, 'Carla baby, mmmmm, let me get it in you, hold still Carla, Papa has a big surprise for you', and it started to make me sick. I was so drunk I could hardly walk, but I could hear everything he was saying and my stomach turned over. I was just a-a pussy, Sue! He didn't even know who I was! All he wanted was a hole to bury his cock in."
"There's a lot to be said for the zipless fuck," Sue pointed out, rubbing her sister's shoulder. "And let me tell you, baby, ten times out of ten it's better than going without, even if he calls you 'Matilda' while he's balling you. So you preserved your honor and fought him off, right? Which left you virtuous, but frustrated as hell. And you probably went home and fingered yourself and felt guilty as a bitch when it was over. Am I scoring any points, Teresa? Am I?"
"Yes," Terry sobbed. "Almost. I didn't wait till I got home. I started crying and gagging, and he left in a hurry, and I did it to myself right there, on the stock room floor. I didn't even get up. I just stuffed my hand into my pants and I fingered myself and I came, oh, God, I didn't think I'd ever stop coming!"
"And you've been doing it ever since? I mean, you have to be doing something, if you've been dry for three years. And why, for Chrissakes? Look at yourself, Terry. Sit up and look at yourself. That's a nice t-shirt. You shouldn't wear a bra under it, though. Let your tits swing. They feel so much better hanging free and loose, and the cloth tickles your nipples, like so-"
Her fingers worked briskly and efficiently on the points of her sister's breasts, and Terry made a muffled, squealing sound. "Stop that!" she said in a high-pitched voice, her hands coming up to push Susan's away. But they didn't push. They touched Susan's warm flesh and then they molded themselves around Susan's wrists, flexing and squeezing as Susan continued to massage the ends of Terry's tits. "Stop it," Terry said again, deeper-voiced, not at all convincing.
"You still have great tits," Susan said, leaning close, breathing onto the moist, tear-stained flesh of her sister's face. "I always envied you with those tits, sis. When we were kids and yours started to grow and mine didn't-ooohhhh, there were times I wanted to rip them off your chest!" Her hand opened and she made a cup around each of Terry's breasts, squeezing tensely. She felt the flesh throb in her hands and, even through the twin layer of bra and t-shirt, she could feel her sister's nipples tightening against her palms. Terry's fingers tightened on Susan's wrists, too, and the sisters stared into one another's eyes.
"You could get yourself a man," Susan went on, still massaging those breasts, feeling them harden and warm in her hands. Terry had put on *a little weight. The breasts felt slightly fuller than they should have, but Susan's sister was an attractive woman at thirty-six, even if her face was damp with tears and there were reddish rings around her weakening eyes.
"Possibly," Terry agreed in a taut voice. "But I don't want that kind of relationship. You know me, Susan. I'm not a slut, a playaround. If it doesn't mean anything, if there's no love involved-I loved Ed all the time we were married, right up to the day he told me he'd found another woman and wanted a divorce."
You were a masochist, Susan thought, but it didn't matter.
"And I can't find anyone to love me. To really love me. And I'm so afraid that it's too late for me now, that I'll have to spend the rest of my life alone. It scares me, Susan. Sometimes I lie awake at night, trembling, thinking of how I'll be when I'm forty, when I'm fifty-for Christ's sake, don't stop, Susan, please don't stop, it feels so good, it always felt so good when you did that to me, I love your hands, let me kiss them, let me kiss you, Susan, let's be the way we used to be, please Susan please. ... "
And her lips were puckered and moist and Susan knew that she could not refuse. Not now. She leaned closer and her lips touched Terry's, and they sank onto the sofa, both of them, mouths glued together. Susan's lips parted and Terry's tongue came thrusting inside. Susan caught it, sucked it, felt it throb. Terry made little humming purrs of rising excitement, and somehow she managed to work one denim-clad leg between Susan's, the firm hard thigh rubbing friction against the crotch of Susan's pants. Susan moaned and clenched her legs around Terry's thigh. She squeezed twice, rhythmically, and she felt hot juices beginning to stir in her belly. Her tongue pushed Terry's aside, shot into Terry's mouth, and she found herself receiving the kind of sucking caress she'd just been dishing out.
As they kissed, she opened her eyes, studied Terry's face from this extremely close angle. There were little care lines here and there, around the eyes, around the lips-lines that shouldn't have been on Terry's face. The poor darling, Susan thought. To live with a man for fourteen years and get dumped by him, and then find herself unable to get another man.
Oh, Christ, if it weren't for this stupid business trip, I'd show her. I'd doll her up and I'd take her out on the town and I'd show her just how easily a woman can find a man. God, I'd have them lined up around the block, waiting their turns to come in and try damping Terry's fires. But she's going to Cleveland this evening and she won't be back till Friday evening, and right now all I can give her is this.
Which, when you got down to it, wasn't bad, either. It had been been a long time since they'd last been like this, mouth to mouth, legs intertwined, writhing against one another like bitches in heat.
They'd grown up close, closer than most sisters or so it seemed to them at the time. Their parents had been killed in an automobile wreck when Susan was nine and Teresa twelve, and they'd come here, to Reckardsville, to live with an elderly aunt, their only living relative. The trauma of their loss had driven them together, and neither of the young girls had ever enjoyed much rapport with their aunt.
They had one another. And for a long time, it seemed that they needed no one else.
At the onset of her puberty, Susan had gone, not to her aunt, but to her sister for advice and education. The little budding breasts, the growth of hair between her legs, the flow of blood from her tiny tender slit that had so startled and frightened her the first time it happened. Terry had been there already and explained it to Susan.
And she was able to teach her younger sister, as well. Delightful things could happen to a girl when she touched herself in a special, secret way-ways that couldn't be discussed with Aunt Martha, definitely, because they involved parts of the body Aunt Martha refused to acknowledge existed.
God, Susan though, kissing her sister with the passionate frenzy of a barracuda, how long did it take until we got brave enough to use our mouths on each other's snatches? I can still remember the first time I tasted Terry, the first time I ever parted her sweet puffy cunt lips and screwed up my courage to actually put my tongue inside her. But when I did! Sweet Jesus! I didn't ever want to take it out!
It had gone on a long time, that relationship. Right up to the night before Terry went off to business school in Columbus. They'd known that their relationship was bound to change soon, and neither of them wanted it to, but neither of them could stop that change from coming.
But of course it had to change. Terry met Ed Parrish in Columbus, and there were only a few more sister games. In the spring, just after she turned nineteen, Terry was married to Ed Parrish in the Reckardsville Baptist Church, with Susan as her bridesmaid, and by winter Terry was pregnant with her first and only child, who had grown up to be that lovely boy Jesse. Susan had been left to her own devices.
Masturbation carried her over the relatively short dry spell, and she even loosened up a little with some of the high school boys in her senior year. More than once she wrapped a handkerchief around some boy's cock and stroked him until the handkerchief was sticky and pungent with the hot thick juices he'd spurted, and she even allowed certain favored males to put their hands under her dress, to stroke and rub the moist crotch of her panties.
Her first semester at Athens, she won the ingenue role in a student directed play. While going over her lines with a co-star, at his off campus apartment, she found herself wondering how it would be to go all the way with a man. And since it seemed as good a time as any, she did. He fucked her twice that night, and once more in the morning while she was still half asleep, and it was different-not like the times with Terry-but not bad, either.
And now-God, now, it was coming back to her, every aching, clit-tingling instant of those hot nights and days with Terry in their childhood. Her sister's thigh pressed harder and harder against her crotch and their mouths sloppy wet against one another, and Susan Caton ached with all her being to be rid of the clothes that bound her, to be free and naked with Terry, to go at each other with the love-starved passion they had once shared.
Susan released Terry's tits and slid her hands down her sister's heaving tummy, working her way inside the t-shirt. She fumbled at the lace-trimmed edge of the bra Terry was wearing, and then her fingers were inside it, and the flesh that met her roving fingers was heated and full of throbbing excitement.
Terry worked her mouth loose from Susan's. "God, the way you touch me!" she moaned. "Nobody's touched me that way-nobody's made me feel this way-not in so long, so goddamned long...."
"I'm here," Susan whispered, licking the salty tang of tears from Terry's cheek and chin. She lapped across Terry's face, anointed the eyelids, the tip of Terry's nose. "I'm here and I'm all you need, baby. Oh, damn it, let's get naked!"
And without asking permission, she rose to her knees and started to pull Terry's t-shirt upward. It slid reluctantly, for it was rather tight, but the breasts jumped out at her, full and lush, and Terry's stomach was moist with perspiration and undulating in little waves.
"Sit up," she commanded, and when Terry lifted, Susan was impatiently reaching around her, undoing the clasp of the bra. It sagged, fell away from the tits, and Susan peeled it loose. "Oh, yes," she sighed, seeing her sister's bare boobs once more. They looked as gorgeous, at thirty-six as they had at eighteen, and she wanted to eat them, to bury herself in their full-sized splendor. She wanted to squeeze those tits together around her face, to soak up their warmth and sweetness, but even more, she wanted to suck them, to take the large brown nipples in her mouth and nourish her body and soul on their erected points of passion. Her hands clutched eagerly at Terry's bare tits and the nips were hot and stiff against her flesh, as hot and stiff as they'd been when she and Terry were teenagers playing games they believed to be naughty and forbidden.
But they're not, Susan reminded herself. They're not bad, they're good. And they're going to be good for both of us. For me as much as for her. Oh, yessssss!!
She bent down and started licking Terry's nipples, flailing them with the tip of her tongue. Terry shivered each time the clutching fingers dug into her soft resilient tits, each time the savage expert tongue anointed her nipples with yet another bead of spit. She grabbed Susan's head, pulled it closer, almost smothering her sister with the heat and fleshiness of her breasts, and she moaned, "Eat me, baby, eat me the way you used to eat me. Susan-I love you."
"I love you too, baby," Susan murmured around the breast she was suckling, "but I want to love you a whole lot, not just a little. Come on, let's get these fucking clothes off and I'll show you what I've learned since the last time we went down on each other."
Terry hauled off her t-shirt and somehow she got her bra off as well, without dislodging Susan from her sucking on her tits. Her hands came down to rest on Susan's tousled, fashionable hair, to weave their way through the burnt-gold tresses and tickle the scalp beneath. "No," she was saying, "we shouldn't be doing this, Susan, we really shouldn't. I feel funny."
Susan looked up. "You felt funny when we were kids, too," she said with a gleam in her eyes, "but that never stopped us then. Why let it bother us now?" And to emphasize, she cupped her sister's tits and hefted them in her warm, itchy hands. "Do you know," she said, "who was the last woman I made love to?" Terry shook her head. Susan leaned up, whispered a name into Terry's ear. Terry's eyes swelled enormously.
"But I didn't want her," Susan said, "not the way I want you, not with a tenth of the need I feel for you right now, big sister. Here." She sat up, on her knees, and she popped the snap-buttons which fastened her floppy, loose shirt. Beneath it she was braless, her tits jiggling and stiff-nippled. They were good tits, not so big as Terry's, but size didn't matter. "Your turn," she said. "Your turn to suck, big sister."
Terry threw herself upon Susan, moaning. She pushed the shirt aside, began to bite and lick and suck the tits that had been offered to her, and Susan whimpered through clenched teeth. Terry's attack was rough and vigorous, and it was everything Susan could have asked for if she'd known the words to use. Teeth bit down hard on her tender nips and a soft wet tongue sloshed around to lick away the pain the teeth had cause. Terry sucked like a vacuum chamber, and Susan's nipples, already engorged with passion, seemed to fatten even more.
CHAPTER TWO
Terry looked up, eyes filmed over with arousal, lips fluttered. "Ohmigod," she said, "we can't-not here-"
"Yes," Susan nodded, "of course we can."
"No, no," Terry stammered, "I mean, what if Jesse comes in and finds us like this? Let's-let's go to the bedroom. Oh, hurry, please, hurry! I can't believe this is happening!"
And with that, she slid off the sofa, standing, erect but wobbly. Susan arose too, and she took Terry's hand. "To bed," Susan agreed. "But you'd better hold onto your ears, big sister, because I'm going to do my goddamnedest to fuck them right off your head." They shared a sweet, lingering kiss, and then they were running, hand in hand, into the bedroom, Terry slamming the door behind them.
Both of them were virtually bare to the waist now, Terry completely and Susan with her silk shirt unbuttoned, tits jutting forth saucily. They stripped silently, Terry peeling out of her tight jeans, standing for a moment wearing only a pair of plain, pink panties. Quickly, she threw her $80 shirt to the floor, unbuttoned her $100 pants, and let them slide down her long legs. Underneath, she wore only a pair of flower-spotted French-cut panties. She stepped out of the fallen trousers, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her undies, and started to slide them down her long slender thighs.
They looked like sisters, though they were assembled on slightly different frames. Terry was about five-five, with large breasts and a generous, ripely-built ass. Her thighs were plump and a little short in proportion to her torso, but it was a good effect, all the same, for it kept her big tits from seeming too enormous. Susan stood five-seven in her bare feet, and her body was slender, as a television actress' body must be.
But they had the same faces, the same hair. The gray-blue eyes, the sun-burnt golden tresses" the small tip-tilted noses, the wide, moist-lipped mouths, even the same dimple in their chins. And they were sisters, about to enjoy themselves with total freedom. Susan opened her arms and Terry came stumbling toward her, sobbing, panting. They swept together in a kiss and that kiss eased them onto Terry's large, bed. Squirming, Susan managed to get Terry onto her back, and she pressed down with her mouth, at the same time fondling her sister's body, squeezing first one large tit, then the other. Susan worked her hand into Terry's underpants, squeezed up a fistful of pussy, then lifted her face.
"The dresser drawer," Terry panted, "look in the top dresser drawer."
By stretching, Susan could reach the drawer without letting go of her sister's hair-fleeced puss. "What am I looking for?" she asked.
"The vibrator," Terry sighed, closing her thighs on Susan's fist. "Oh, the vibrator, baby!"
Susan leaned back. The dresser drawer hung open. "I don't need a vibrator," she announced haughtily. "And you fucking don't need one as long as you have me." With that, she peeled the panties down Terry's legs, baring the crotch and its luxurious crop of dark hair. Beads of bubbly cuntal moisture were noticeable among the curls, leaking from Terry's hungry slit.
"Take mine off," she said, turning to Terry. "Take off my panties and kiss my cunt."
Terry sat up, slid Susan's panties down, and immediately thrust her face into the fuzzy patch the dropped pants had revealed. "What happened to your hair?" she asked, tickling the edges of Susan's beaver.
Susan giggled. "Producers like to put me in bikinis," she said, "and the tube still isn't liberal enough to have a bikini girl with her bush hanging out. So I keep it trimmed into a neat little hedge. You like?"
"I like," Terry replied. "Mmmmmm, I like! And she began to nuzzle with her lips and chin once more, rubbing up and down Susan's cuntal crease. "Oh," she said, looking up. "I think I've forgotten how. It's been so long...."
"You haven't forgotten," Susan grinned. "It's like swimming. You learn it once and you have it for life. And if my memory serves me right, big sister, you learned it fantastically. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sit on your pretty face and grind my snatch against your mouth till your amnesia clears up. Wanta bet on how long it will take you to remember?"
"No way," Terry simpered, lying back. "Why don't you put your cunny where my mouth is?" And she opened her mouth, tongue flipping about like a come-on signal.
Squealing with glee, Susan mounted her sister's face and started to do exactly what she'd promised. She pressed her twat down upon Terry's mouth, and she felt that magic tongue go into action. Sixteen years, it had been, but Terry hadn't lost the art or the knack. Her fingers came to rest on the flanges of Susan's pussy, splitting the moist mushy lips, and her tongue shot inside, spearing its way up Susan's hole with a frenzy. Susan moaned as the tongue tested her cuntal depths and she braced herself with one hand on the bed's headboard. The other hand she thrust down, into her crotch, squeezing with two tense fingers at the throbbing button of her clitoris.
Terry ate with greed and gusto, making loud smacking noises. She hadn't forgotten about clits either. Her tongue knocked Susan's fingers out of the way and established a beachhead on the pulsating red button. She licked it and licked it and each separate flick of her tongue sent fresh spasms of delirium running through Susan's body. "Suck me, oh, suck me," Susan groaned, swiveling her hips and working her snatch round and round on Terry's hungry lips and tongue.
God, that tongue! It hadn't lost a fucking bit of skill in the sixteen years since its last visit to Susan's pussy. It seemed to know every erogenous zone in Susan's hole by heart, and it managed to visit each of them in proper turn, paying special attention to the throbbing target presented by Susan's juicy clitoris. Raising her head a little, Terry got the clit between her lips and she sucked it, sucked it as voraciously as she'd sucked it that very first time, all those many years ago, in a house not five blocks from here, while their spinster aunt sat downstairs in all innocence.
We haven't lost it, Susan told herself gleefully. We haven't lost a particle of it! She used her free hand to stroke her tits and fondle her stiff aching nipples as Terry continued to eat, but her own tongue itched and her lips were dry, thirsty. They longed to wet themselves in something sweet and juicy and she could smell something wet and juicy, very near.
With a groan, Susan jerked herself up, off Terry's face. Terry raised her head, following, tongue still anxious to get inside Susan's hole, and it was hell to miss, even for a moment, that sweet, lingual contact. Susan reversed herself as quickly as she could, and now they were in position for a sixty-nine. She settled down upon Terry's prone body and her face moved into the lush hairy spread of Terry's bush even as her pussy settled once more upon Terry's hungry mouth. With eager strokes of her tongue, with fast fingers plying and tickling from the flank, the sisters feasted on each other's pussies.
Terry's hole was full of hot wet juice and Susan's tongue drank it with a sluttish, greedy anxiety. She couldn't bear the thought of missing out on even one droplet of the musky-scented pussy goo. Her tongue shot into Terry's hole, again and again, and she licked deeper than it seemed possible for a tongue to invade a twat. Terry's pussy was a bottomless well, sucking Susan's tongue ever further, and the muscles rippled as Susan worked vigorously.
Terry's hands were on her ass, mauling the firm slender buttocks, digging into the ripe tanned flesh that had been kissed to a glorious bronze by the California sun. She spread the cheeks, and her tongue slithered like a wet, horny snake up and down Susan's crack, licking all her sister's sexual parts. Now the snatch and its tender, swollen lips. Now the clitoris, tingly and tense with excited arousal. And, when Susan least expected it, Terry would lift her head slightly and burrow with her tongue at the tiny pink pucker of Susan's asshole, working furiously as if she meant to fuck her way into that snug little hole. Not that Susan was virginal in the asshole. Tongues, fingers, cocks, and even a few rather kinky intruders had visited her there in the past, but not often, and almost never had she felt the excitement she was feeling now, as her sister worked lustfully at her anal opening.
"Christ!" Susan yipped happily. Terry's tongue was back where it belonged-where it really belonged, punching in and out of Susan's cunt like a jackhammer ripping into concrete. Deep, hard, swift strokes. God, thrusting up her, testing, exploring places Susan was positive she'd never been licked before in all her life.
She'd been fucked by men who couldn't use their dicks a tenth as well as Terry used her tongue, and she made a quick, firm mental resolve that she would never again be fucked by any man who didn't meet the standards Terry was establishing right now.
She hadn't expected that within an hour of walking through her sister's front door she and Terry would be naked and rolling on the bed with their faces buried in one another's snatches. But it was happening, and it ought to be happening, damn it! It felt so fucking good, eating, being eaten, feeling Terry's thighs all warm and ripe and sweat-filmy, rubbing her cheeks while she dipped endlessly into Terry's bottomless well of a twat. They were sisters, and they loved one another, and what better way could they prove that fact, she and Terry? Susan slurped honey from her sister's cunt hole and her long pointed tongue stabbed into the sweet-lipped gash, hungry for more.
She worked in her finger as well. "Mmmmmm," she purred, blowing through the thick clump of hair on Terry's cuntal hillock. Terry was awfully tight inside, snatch like a mousetrap. As tight as when they'd been teenaged virgins, tenderly fingering one another's holes and taking care not to break cherries and make little rivers of blood flow from overabused slashes. Susan could go a lot deeper with her finger now, and with a little effort she could get two fingers into Terry, but the fit was snug and she felt Terry buck and convulse, heard the cry of passionate delight that burst through her sister's lips and ricocheted off the splay of her own cunt.
Terry's "AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH" of joy resonated endlessly, seemed to roll like a storm cloud through Susan's pussy, to vibrate again and again on the tip of Susan's throbbing clit. Susan moaned in counterpoint harmony, thrust her snatch back until it socked Terry right on the moaning mouth, and she felt the hungry lips begin to eat her once more, eat her gluttonously, and it was fine, better than fine, it was almost perfect.
Jesus, Susan thought, there's too much! I can't handle it! Sixty-nine was really divine when you had all the time in the world, lolling on a bed of pleasure, two bodies in no hurry to get where all bodies longed to meet, in the bucking throes of sweet orgasm. But after sixteen years? There was so much built up inside her, so much desire, so consuming a hunger-she couldn't concentrate on eating and on being eaten at the same time. "Leggo," she moaned hopelessly, tearing her twat loose from Terry's grasping mouth.
She slithered down the bed, looking over her shoulder. Terry's hair hadn't been combed to begin with, but it was a mess now. Terry looked absolutely gorgeous. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow, and her eyes were glazed with lust, and there was a glistening ring of moisture around her mouth. She kept licking her lips, smacking her lips, making sweet sounds of luscious agony. She was clutching her big, stiff-nippled tits, and as Susan turned around, she could see the froth of cunt juice on her sister's split pussy. Terry's legs were wide, and the red lips of her gash showed, even amid the heavy fleece of dark brown hair that covered Teresa's loins. Susan shifted around, threw herself onto her belly between those spread-eagled legs, and she rammed her face once more into Terry's breach.
Terry's cunt leaped up to meet her. Susan grabbed her sister from beneath, cupping buttocks as they lifted, and she ground her face avidly into Terry's creaming twat. The tangy tart woman juice was oozing from the slitted cleft, and Susan drenched her nose and mouth and chin in the sweet-flavored orgasmic rivulet. Her nose touched Terry's clitoris maybe five times, but each of those little bumping caresses was eloquent beyond its humility. Terry screamed in delight and hooked one thigh around Susan's head. Her thighs were full and slightly fat, and they were also dripping with hot sweat. When they touched Susan's neck, the legs seemed to glue themselves to her flesh.
Her body was afire with sensuality and she could have accepted that connection as a permanent thing. The musky woman-scented smell of Terry floated up and enfolded her, and she just kept eating, eating, her tongue snaking into Terry and out again, licking up to anoint the clitoris with still another gleamy bubble of saliva. First a lick, then a suck, and the clitty jiggling against the tip of her tongue like a Mexican jumping bean. Terry moaning and humping and whimpering, "Eat me, sis, oh, God, will you fucking eat meeeeee?"
There was the slightly wicked, more than slightly exciting thrill they had both felt as young girls exploring their newfound passions on one another's bodies, but there was something else, too-a mature, blossomed sense of their identities as women. They weren't children any longer. They weren't curious virgins. They were women, grown and matured women, and in their individual ways.
She got her thumbs onto the flanges of Terry's gash, spread the lips as widely as they'd go, till there seemed a clear and present danger of actually ripping the vaginal slice. And then she jammed her face into the slick, wet pinkness she had exposed.
Susan ate it all. She even repaid her sister by licking down, across the cunt into the tightly clenched coil of Terry's anus, and the giggly shriek Terry made was a reward to cherish.
But principally, she wanted pussy. There were days, not frequent days, when she really got off on licking assholes and tonguing the secondary sexual openings of lucky partners, but this wasn't one of them. Her belly hungered for cunt and for cuntal juices, and Terry's twat had more than its share, possibly enough to satiate even the gluttonous ravenings that boiled inside Susan Caton. She opened her mouth widely, sucked at the split of Terrys twat, and her tongue fluttered back and forth across the slick greasy flesh.
Beneath her, Terry was bucking like a bronco, making sounds that seemed impossible for the human throat to voice. The heat of Terry's cunthole had increased noticeably, even during the last couple of heartbeats. Orgasm was astir inside Teresa, about to boil over the sides of the kettle. And when that happened-when that happened, Susan's mouth was going to be right there, sucking, licking, lapping, drinking every drop of the sweet cuntal fluid that oozed from Terry's twat. She'd slurp madly at the cum she had teased out of Terry's ovaries, and it would be good, oh, Jesus, it would be better than it had ever been!
When Terry came, it was with shrieked "GODDDDDDD" rolling from her lips in a torrent almost as fast as the leakage of juice from her pussy. She punctuated the shrieks with an occasional, throatily husked "Jeeeeessssuuuusssss!"
Terry thrashed and rolled and fought, but her hands were on Susan's head, and she made damned sure Susan didn't get away from the job until it was finished. She seemed to come forever, Susan thought, and there was a slight trace of resentment in Sue's mind, for she was anxious to get the favor repaid as soon as possible. Her own cunt was afire with passion and she didn't think she could live another five minutes unless her hole were stuffed full and overflowing with fingers and tongue. But you've had it good, she reminded herself. You've never had to do without. Terry needs it, and if you can make her happy, wipe away some of those lines around her eyes and her mouth, show her that she's got someone who loves her. And so she kept eating, using every nuance of tonguework she had acquired during the past sixteen years. She'd come a long way since her last suck session with Terry, and it was Terry who was reaping the benefits.
But even the greatest comes can't last forever, and slowly, gradually, Teresa slumped. She seemed to melt where she lay on the bed, melt into a glowing, glossy-skinned pool of satiated woman, and she was beautiful, Susan appreciated, mature and beautiful. Susan went up onto her knees and her fingers lightly massaged her sister's skin. She touched that little roll of fat around Terry's middle, plied it till Teresa giggled through her exhaustion. Her hands separated, one of them sliding up Terry's wet abdomen to stroke the large, wet-nippled tits from beneath, the other moving over the sucked-out cunt, onto the moist flesh of Terry's plump thighs. Terry sighed, "Oh, God, Susan, you're starting to turn me on all over again...."
"That was my general intention," Susan laughed. "And it's my turn, big sister, I want to come, too." She took Terry's hand, pressed it to her bare, hard-nippled breasts, made the fingers do a little pincher number on her tits. Terry sat up, sighing heavily, and the sisters came together in a hot, salivating kiss that turned Susan's brain to jelly. She felt herself drowning in Terry's mouth, but such a sweet way to go! Taking Terry with her, she eased onto the bed until she was lying on her side. The sisters ground their bodies together, tits crushed against tits, wet bellies oozing against each other, pussy hair entwining as crotches bumped back and forth. Terry had her tongue in Susan's mouth and one leg thrown around her sister's body, and they played their bodies together for a long sweet time.
"Hey," Susan called as Terry slid off the bed and dived into the open dresser drawer with both hands. "Come back here."
Terry spun on her bare toes. "Need this," she said, and she was holding a vibrator. A nice-looking one, as vibrators went, creamy white in color, about nine inches long, conical in shape. Terry stroked the tool with her other hand, and she rubbed it lovingly against her cheek. She kissed the pointy tip of it. "I have sleeves, too," she volunteered. "Shaped for pleasure. One's made in the form of a cock, with the biggest fattest knob you've ever seen. Another has little rubber frills up and down, and when you get those inside you and the vibrator starts to hum and-"
"Mmmmm, no," Susan purred, stretching her hand toward Terry. "I told you, I don't dig vibrators. Do me nice. All by yourself. The way you used to do me. Remember?"
THE END of the vibrator touched her palm as she held out her hand, and there was a sudden humming against her flesh. Susan gasped. "I'm out of practice," Terry said. "But I promise-you'll dig vibrators when I'm done with you, baby. I'll have you crawling the walls. Now you just lie back and spread those legs and let me at it." And with that she was on the bed, moving between Susan's accomodatingly parted thighs, the vibrator clenched tightly in her fist.
First she touched Susan's lips with the end of the tool. It was still warm and moist from the kiss Terry had planted on it, and Susan could taste her sister's saliva on the plastic. Still, she thought, giving it a polite little lick, she didn't care for vibrators. She'd tried them, but never with any great deal of interest. Who needed a machine when you could get yourself a real live cock, a prick that got hard and hot and salty in your mouth, that rampaged like a mustang in your tight sucking pussy and finally vomited out a lot of hot sticky cum?
Susan closed her eyes dreamily, felt the silent vibrator trailing across her face, down her neck, onto the curves of her tits. Not so bad, she thought. Not so bad at all. Terry moved the thing with a knowing sense of control.
"Jesus!" Susan blurted. Terry had touched one of her nipples with the tip of the dildo, and there was a sudden buzz, just like the one she'd felt in her palm, a buzz that tingled rapidly against her nip, made it spring up even tauter, stiffer. The buzz stopped but not the racing of Susan's heart. Terry moved across her cleavage, did the same thing to Susan's other titty. Again, the sudden buzz was unexpected, lasted only a second or two, and sent shivers through Susan's body. "Hey," she said with a twinkle, "that's not bad. What else can you do with it?"
"Lots of things," Terry said, "but I don't have time to show them all to you. Let me get you off. I know how to do it, and you'll be screaming like a whipped bitch. So now it's your turn to hold onto your ears, little sister, because I'm gonna fuck you blind!"
She turned on the machine, brought it down Susan's belly in a straight line that was zeroed in on the tip of Susan's fringe of pussy fur. When the vibrator skimmed across her clitoris, Susan screamed. She'd been pussy-vibrated before, but it had never felt like this. Maybe it wasn't the vibrator at all. Maybe it was the person who was using it. Whatever, she knew that everything was going to be just fine. She spread her thighs a little more widely, making her pussy pucker open, and Terry's fingers caressed the winking slice, wetting themselves in Susan's oozy, sticky moisture.
The next thing she felt was the tip of the buzzing vibrator, in her gate, spreading her hole into an oval of acceptance, and the thing was actually sliding up her twat. Susan held her breath as the penetration began, and she could feel the sex tool quarter-inching its way into her pussy tube. "If you're gonna stick it in," she said, releasing her breath in a gush, "stick the fucking thing in! Don't play around with me!"
"Playing around is so much fun," Terry argued pettishly, making a pouty-face. And instead of jamming the tool up Susan, she worked it out with a twist of her wrist. The vibrator buzzed in circles as it left Susan, and Susan groaned.
Terry lifted her sister's left thigh, braced her shoulder against the back of Susan's leg. "Lift your other leg," she said huskily, and Susan did. It too came to rest against Terry's other shoulder. Terry reached in with one hand, using her fingers to separate the tight-clench of Susan's buttocks.
Susan squirmed, knowing what was going to happen.
She nibbled her lip in anticipation, and she could feel her tummy all tingly and full of butterflies, but when the vibrator thrust hard against her asshole, she groaned and clutched at her tits. Her ass and legs were up, her head and shoulders down. She had small tits, but she could just barely manage, in her position, to touch her nipples with the very tip of her tongue. She felt a buzz there, too, even though the strain of that contortion left her too achy in the neck to do it again.
She looked up, saw Terry smiling. "Want to see me do mine?" she asked, turning off the vibrator. Terry cupped her right tit from beneath, lifted it, leaned in toward the stiff brown nipple. Her tongue scraped across it, left a silvery bubble of spit, and then she stretched her neck a little more and the end of her tit, that juicy brown nipple, was in her mouth and she was actually sucking herself, eyes closed, a sweet lovely blush standing out on her cheeks. "Still," Terry sighed, releasing her nipple, "it's a lot nicer when you do it."
"Speaking of do it," Susan moaned helplessly, squeezing and pinching her small but sensitive teats, "why in the goddamned hell don't you? To me, I mean?"
"Oh," Terry said innocently. "Like this?" She picked up the vibrator and she stared at it for a moment-an eternal moment, it seemed to Susan, who panted in anticipation-and then she thrust it vigorously into her sister's cunt, burying at least four inches of the plastic tool in Susan's snug wet hole. Susan's eyes bulged and she started to hump back and forth against the mechanical intruder, the end of which was firmly grasped in Terry's fist. Susan could feel an extra inch or two of plastic slip into her cunt as she moved, and there was a delicious sense of friction down there, despite the sloppy wetness of her pussy. She wasn't nearly as tight as her sister-she hadn't been three years between cocks, damn it!-and the diddler wasn't quite so thick, so filling, as she could have wished. "Move it around," she suggested. "Let me feel it all over."
"Who's fucking you?" Terry countered. And she flipped the button on the base of the vibrator. For perhaps thirty seconds it buzzed madly at top speed inside Susan, and the younger woman flopped about wildly, thumping her heels on her sister's shoulder blades. She lunged up, sucked in another inch of the vibrating dildo, felt the tremors run all the way up her pussy and out again, and then the buzzing stopped abruptly and she had only a silent plastic cock in her cunt.
"Damn," she sighed. There was a sense of anticlimax.
But only for a moment. Terry grasped the dildo firmly and she started to work it inside her sister. Like shifting gears on the Maserati, Susan thought in one of her few remaing lucid moments. Not even a real cock could move around like that inside a snatch. A real cock was anchored to a man's body and there was a certain limit to its freedom of motion. Terry was reaming her, using the buzz-button at unexpected moments. Once or twice the machine hummed into life while its rounded edge was pressed against Susan's clitoris, and the sensations that engulfed Susan then were almost unendurable.
Terry shifted her attack and the buzzing point was bumping the rear of her pussy, the barrel of the machine humming at the lower edge of Susan's cleft. And then Terry just gave it to her straight, in-out, in-out, that goddamned buzzing tool thrusting seven or eight inches into Susan and pulling out, only to come slamming home again, hitting her where she really lived. It's not the meat, it's the motion, Susan reflected. But there wasn't any meat. It was all motion, then, and Terry had the motion perfected. "Fuck me," Susan whimpered. "Really really fuck me." She gasped, and her lungs seemed to collapse. She couldn't breathe. "I think I'm going to come," she cried. "Oh, Terrrrrrrr...."
* * *
She had to have a cigarette when it was done, but her hands were so shaky she couldn't even light it and Terry had to do it for her. "I'm good with machines," Terry said. "Thank God I'm good with machines." She sat up, naked, beaded here and there with lingering bubbles of sweat. The delightful fragrance of pussy was still present in the bedroom, but the smoke from Susan's cigarette was beginning to replace the earlier aroma. "Why?" Terry said, looking away. "Why did that have to happen?"
"Because it was right and natural," Susan said, slipping her arm around Terry's shoulder. She kissed her sister on the neck, nuzzled her ear. "It was good. Good for you, good for me. Did you feel me coming? The way my muscles clenched that fucking dildo? I didn't think we'd ever be able to get it out of me. And you came, too. I tasted your honey all over my tongue. It was sweet and beautiful and I'm glad."
"I'm not," Terry said. Her body seemed cool, almost too cool, as if she were slowly freezing from the inside out. "I wish you hadn't come home. I wish it was just me and my lousy plastic toy, the way it's been ... Don't you see, baby? You'll be going back and I'll be here all by myself again, and it will be a million times worse for me, because with you I'm happy and I can fuck someone who loves me."
Susan's hand slid down, cupped one of Terry's large full breasts. "It doesn't have to be that way. You're only thirty-six years old, Terry. You're in the prime of your life. Don't you know that? A woman in her thirties is at her peak, just as a boy reaches his peak in his teens. You shouldn't be sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself. You should be out, meeting people, meeting men. When you get back from Cleveland tomorrow night, you and I are going to do some bar-crawling. And we're going to wind up in a motel room somewhere with cock running out our ears. I'm gonna get you laid, and you're gonna see how great it is! So what if you get burned a time or two?"
"It's not only that. What about Jesse? I don't want him to have a mother who goes around screwing everything in pants. It would kill him to find out something like that about me."
"Jesse," Susan announced, "is probably so busy dipping his cock in the local high school talent that he wouldn't notice if you took on a dozen guys in the middle of the living room."
Terry sighed. "I don't think so. Jesse's really very shy. He doesn't go out much with girls."
"I pity the girls in Reckardsville, then," Susan said. "Oh, sweet Jesus, don't you have to catch your plane at six? And it's after four! Where has the time gone? I don't want you to leave, but I don't want to cost you your job, either, so let's get you dolled up and ready."
"Are you sure you and Jesse can get along all right?"
"Of course we can," Susan said. "Anyway, I've been living alone for so long, I'd like to get a critical opinion on my cooking. And I'll probably talk his ears off tonight."
She pinched Terry's ass and Terry giggled. Susan lay back on the bed watching her sister go naked into the bathroom and she thought, I have my work cut out for me.
CHAPTER THREE
"Tell you," said Tim Sanders, passing a fresh beer to Jesse, "I thought you were kidding us, Parrish. About your aunt, I mean. But hot damn, she is something! And that car of hers. Shit, I'd like to feel that mama humming under me. Vroooommmm!!!" He speed-shifted the van, down into second, making the engine roar like a jet, and then he whipped it back into third. There was a pulsating rush of power as the vehicle got its own once more.
"I wouldn't mind having Jesse's aunt humming under me," Pete interjected, reaching under the seat and getting another can of beer for himself. "Remember how she looked on the tube, playing that classy whore? Hair piled up like she was just out of the shower and little wet curls hanging down her face. Dress so tight you could not only see her nipples sticking out, you could even count how many times her heart was beating. And she looks even better in person. Legs all the way up to her ass. And I'll bet it's some ass, too. What about it, Parrish? Your aunt got a set of good buns on her? You ever get a look at what's inside the gift wrapping-"
He didn't get the chance to finish the question. Jesse was turned around in the seat and he had Pete by the shirt collar, had him in a tight rigid grip. Jesse's face was flushed and angry. "Watch your mouth," he said, teeth clenched. "Unless you fucking want to lose it."
"Hey cool down," Tim said from behind the steering wheel. "There's not enough room up here for a fist-fight. You guys want to punch each other, get in the back. Oh, come off it, Parrish! He was only kidding. Your aunt seems like a nice lady, and I'd give my left nut to own that car of hers. Jesus! And I think I'd give my right nut for the chance to spend a week working with CHARLIE'S ANGELS."
"Which means," Pete snorted, easing back, "that you'd be a nutless wonder." He laughed, and looked at Jesse, who was still red-faced and not entirely mollified.
"You'd think I was a nutless wonder if you'd seen me last night," Tim said. "Give me a cigarette, somebody. Thanks." He blew out smoke, left the cigarette dangling from his lower hp. "Had Mary Beth in the rack last night." He jerked with his thumb, at the curtain which sealed off the rear of the van from the front compartment. "Christ, there is no satisfying that girl's cunt! And what's she gonna be like when she turns seventeen, for Christ's sake? Three goddamn hours I spent with her, and I was hard every fucking second of the time. If I didn't have it in her twat, I had it in her throat. Once she even made me stick it up her asshole, and you talk about tight! No matter how often you cornhole that chick, she snaps back tight as an oyster shell."
"Borrow Parrish's rod," Pete chortled suddenly. "He sure doesn't use it for anything but watering the grass."
Jesse balled up his fist but there wasn't room for the kind of swing he wanted to make, the kind of punch that would collapse Pete's teeth and push them halfway down his throat.
"Ah," Tim sighed, "you guys shoulda been there last night. It was like something out of an X-rated movie. Mary Beth had her hands on my shaft and she worked them up and down like so-" he made lazy, sensual motion in the air with one clenched fist "-and all of a sudden there I was squirting like it would never stop. There's cum stains all over the ceiling back there. Take a sniff when you're in the back."
"I thought Mary Beth was into eating jizz," Pete said skeptically.
"Last night she wanted to play volcano. And I have-" Tim rubbed the front of his pants "-I have fucking Vesuvius! The coiled tiger of the midwest. Who's gonna be its next victim?"
"Who's gonna be your next victim, Parrish?" Pete asked, turning to Jesse. "Your right hand or your left hand?"
"Stick it up your ass," Jesse growled.
Jesse was starting to get all tense in the lower belly. He wondered if he was coming down with an ulcer. Even more, he wondered why he put up with this crap, Jesus, was it his fault? Really? Could he help it if he got tight in the guts every time he was around a girl, if his hands turned to lead and his lips got numb? If he was scared? And the guys knew it, and they couldn't keep from rubbing it in, every chance they got.
The van slammed to a stop, so fast Jesse nearly lost his balance and piled onto the dash. "Jesus fucking Christ," he said, "did you just learn how to use the sonofabitching brakes, Sanders?"
He hadn't been paying much attention to where they'd been going, but now, with the van stopped, Jesse looked around at the scenery. Sugar Creek, he was aware, two or three miles outside Reckardsville, along the old highway to Marietta. A road long since abandoned in favor of the four-lane Route 50.
"Hop out," Tim said, opening the door on his side. He slid out, and Pete scooted over, jumping out of the van too. "C'mon, Parrish," Tim added. "You were the one talking about kickin' ass." Scowling, Jesse opened the door on his side and got out of the van. He started around the rear of the vehicle but Tim and Pete had already come round to confront him.
"Seems to me," Tim said, "that this can be resolved without bloodshed or bruised asses. The whole problem, I think, is that Pete and I are a little uptight about being friends with the only sixteen-year-old male vestal virgin in Hocking County. So we make jokes, which that male virgin takes the wrong way." He put his fist on the handle of the van's rear side door. "So-"
He opened the door and sunlight flooded into the dark interior of the van. Jesse's eyes popped. What he wasn't expecting to see, when the door opened, was Darlene Goodhugh sitting on the mattress, a can of beer in her hand, her long bare thighs open and inviting.
Darlene Goodhugh! Jesus! She was a class ahead of Jesse at Reckardsville High; she'd be a senior come the end of August. Rumor had it she would fuck a snake if it promised not to bite. Everybody called her Darlene Goodpussy. Everyone except Jesse.
She was wearing a skimpy little halter top that left a lot of her cleavage on display. Her tits were round and thrusting, and they seemed to stare out at Jesse. Her long flat tummy was bare, down to the low-riding top of her cutoff denim pants. "Hi, Jesse," she said, shaking her head to make her long black hair fall back, over her shoulders. There was a little pink ribbon around her neck.
Tim slapped Jesse on the butt. "Get in there, Parrish," he said. "It's fourth down and goal to go. Let's win this one."
"Huh?" Jesse said.
"Get in that van and fuck her blind," Pete suggested. "This is your lucky day. Darlene hasn't popped a cherry in months. And she wants yours."
"Hi, Jesse," Darlene purred in her tiny whisper of a voice. Jesse's nuts tightened in their sac. "Well," she said, "I've been sitting back here by myself for so long now. I'd really like to have some company, you know?" And she started to lick beer foam off her lips. Her tongue was bright red and pointy at the tip and it lazed around her mouth. A lump began forming in Jesse's pants. He crawled into the van. The door went shut behind him.
It was darker inside now, but not so dark that he couldn't see Darlene Goodpussy sitting on the mattress, flexing her legs at him. Her legs! God, her legs! Jesse stumbled across the floor, stopping lest he bang his head on the ceiling, and she caught his hand, pulling him onto the mattress alongside her. The heat of her body, the pungent scent of her perfume-they swept up like steam from a fresh turd and enveloped him. Darlene lay back, still pulling him, and her big round tits rubbed his chest. "Hi, Jesse," she said again. "Somebody said you wanted to fuck me. Is that true?"
She didn't give him time to answer. She put her hands on his cheeks and she started kissing him, with a wet, hot, wide open mouth. God, was she wet! Her saliva ran like a river across his mouth, into his mouth, down his chin. It was like submerging at the pool. Her tongue slithered across his lips, worked them open, wiggled into his mouth. One of her bare legs was flush against his middle and crotch, and he had a stiff aching rod in his pants, ready to bust out of his pants. Her leg came to rest against that lump and she rubbed. He thought he could hear his jeans begin to split at the seams.
"You're not a very good kisser," Darlene sighed, releasing his mouth. "And you taste all dry inside. Are you scared or something? All the girls at school say you get really scared when you're necking, that you start shaking and your eyes go out of focus, and you act like you don't even know what you're doing."
Her hand slid down his chest. She found his hard nipples, taut in the cling of his t-shirt, and she fingered them for a moment or two, pursing her lips as she toyed with him. Her hand moved lower, lingering at his belt buckle. His cock lurched in his pants and his head swam. Then her fingers dropped still further, and she was fondling his bulge through the jeans. "Ooooohhhh, it's a big one," she simpered in her tiny little breathless voice. "I like big ones, Jesse. Take it out and show it to me, mmmm???"
He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Jesse Parrish, in a van with Darlene Goodpussy, her hand on his cock, her spit all over his face, her big firm tits squashed against his chest. He could feel her nipples, stiff and punchy, through the tight halter top she wore, and he could see sweat glistening in her cleavage. He wondered how sweat tasted, when you licked it from a girl's skin. He wanted to find out.
Darlene Goodpussy. Every boy in Reckardsville had fucked her, and so had a hell of a lot of the grown men, if rumor was to be trusted. She'd been balling since she was in training bras, everyone said. How many times had he gotten hard in school, watching her kinky ass wiggle down the hallway in a pair of skintight blue jeans? How many times had he lain in bed whacking his pecker, imagining a moment just like this one? And here he was. With Darlene. And she was asking to see his cock? Jesus Christ! He'd not only show it to her, he'd fill her so full of his meat she'd....
Darlene pointed to the ribbon around her neck. "Untie the gift wrapping first," she oozed. "I'm your present, Jesse." And she wiggled her itchy tits against him, till he thought surely he must come in his pants right now. His cock ached and his balls were twisted into knots. Jesse reached up, loosened the pink ribbon around Darlene's neck, and then his hands dropped to his belt and zipper. Hastily he started to shuck down his pants, pulling his shorts south in the same motion.
As he did, he thought of the other times he'd been with girls. It was so much different now. Darlen fucked. Everybody knew that. She'd put her tongue in his mouth, her hand on his dick. She'd talked lasciviously about cherry-popping and cum-drinking. He thought of the gallons of jizz he had wasted in masturbation, hot lashing of thick creamy sperm squirted into crumpled tissues or onto handkerchiefs. If only he'd known Darlene Goodpussy was in his future he wouldn't have done it so often. He wouldn't have jacked off last night, and especially not this morning. But the clench in his balls as his cock sprang free told Jesse Parrish that he had plenty of cum in his sixteen-year-old body, and he knew, with a man's intuition, that he was going to drown Miss Goodpussy in his gushing scum.
She looked down at his bare rod, licking her lips. "It really is a big one," she said. "Were those guys shitting me? Have the girls all been covering up? You've never used that thing on a girl? I'm gonna be the very first? Holy cunt!" She touched him then, touched his bare hot flesh. Her thumb and index finger made a quick pincing movement on the fat swollen lusty tip of his pecker. Jesse moaned. Again he felt the urge to let go, to empty his balls here and now. No, he told himself. It's only started.
Darlene stood up. "It's so dark in here," she said. "And I want you to see what you're getting, big boy." She pulled aside the curtain on one of the side windows and a stream of light poured into the van. It was a perfect effect. Her erect figure was bathed in light and there were delightful glimmers on Darlene's arms and legs and at the base of her neck.
She was a medium-sized girl, about five-three, slender but not skinny, stacked but not fat. Her tits were full, her waist trim, her hips narrow but still shapely. Legs all the way up, too. Jesse liked that. The legs were the barest part of her, and he liked her legs best of all. At least for the moment.
She untied the front of her halter, held it up modestly for a second while his heart pounded in anticipation, and then she stripped it away and raised her arms. "Ta-ta!" she giggled, and her tits bounced lubriciously. They were gorgeous tits, one of the best sets in Reckardsville. The nipples were a deep rose color, set at the points of her boobs, surrounded by small patches of white flesh that her bikini bra had shielded from the sun. Stiff nipples, too, pointing out in impatient, fat erections. Jesse grabbed his rod and began to stroke it. He couldn't help himself. He did the same thing when he looked at PLAYBOY and its forests of bare tits. One or two times he'd done it at the drive-in.
"What ya doing, jacking off?" Darlene said suddenly, pointing at him. "Christ, jacking off with me around?"
His face went scarlet and he let go of his dick. Darlene's face was still set in a smirk, and he didn't like that smirk at all. It was as if she were stripping away the front of his head and reading what was inside him. And what was she learning? Jesse shivered. There was a twitch between his legs and he was afraid to look down. Afraid he would see his cock beginning to shrink.
Darlene unfastened her cutoffs and pulled the zipper down. She did it slowly, teasing him with the delayed revelation of her final secret. And then, there it was! A thick flossy patch of hair covering her crotch. He'd seen cunts in magazines and on movie screens, but he'd never seen one two feet from the tip of his nose. "You like?" Darlene asked. Her voice was something else. A little whisper, more appropriate to an eight-year-old than to a girl of seventeen, but it dripped, God, it oozed with sex and invitation. The tremor of her voice sent spasms of excitement through his belly and he felt his cock stiffening rapidly.
Maybe it wasn't just her voice. Maybe it was the way she stood there, pants at her ankles, her fingers lazing through her forest of pussy hair. She was stroking herself, toying with her snatch. He wanted to say, "Christ, jacking off with me around?" but Darlene might not have a sense of humor. She might not get the joke. Jesse leaned forward, reaching for her. She skipped out of his way, danced around him, her tits jiggling with every step, and then she caught the leg of his dropped pants, jerked, tugged them off his kicking ankles. He turned around to face her, and she was coming toward him on her knees. Her tits touched his legs and he moaned, and then she had both hands wrapped around his prick.
She blew across the tip of him, warm breath, and her tongue flipped out, licked him a time or two. Jesse grabbed her head and tried to stuff his dick into her mouth but she was having none of it.
"First you do me," she said. "That's the way I like it. Eat me out. Get me all hot and bothered. When I'm hot, I'll do-anything."
And the way she said anything filled him with courage and masculinity. Darlene Goodpussy settled onto the edge of the mattress, opening her legs, and she reached down to spread her cuntal lips. Jesse dropped onto the floor and stared at her cunt. She eased back, so that the light from the circular window fell directly upon her snatch, and he could see it all.
She had a long red gash hidden among those dark fleecy hairs. Her inner lips stuck out, like a large mouth between her thighs. Her fingers pried the lips open and he could see that they were slick and red on their inner sides. She pulled a little harder and her pussy hole itself opened up, like a bottomless pit. Jesse stared at that tunnel, tried to imagine his cock actually gone into her, fucking that pussy-well to its deepest interior.
She smelled funny. He sniffed, didn't like the aroma he was sniffing. The closer he got to her twat, the stronger the smell affected his nostrils. He wasn't sure if he wanted to eat her after all. "C'mon, Jesse baby," Darlene panted, and she wrapped a leg around his neck, pulling him into her cunt.
It was slightly damp against his face, and the smell was heavier than ever. He pushed his nose into her, not at all sure what to do. He knew that her clit needed attending, but he wasn't certain where her clit might be located. Desperately, anxious to get this thing through, he began to tongue her. She squirmed, and he knew he was doing a good job. Until she spoke.
"Christ, Jesse, will you eat it? Don't just fuck around. It's a pussy. Gobble it. You know how, don't you?"
Her words stung him. He didn't know how, but he didn't want to admit it. He began to lick with even more fervor, and her leg tightened around his neck. She put one hand on the crown of his head and dragged him into her musky twat, but no matter where his tongue went, it seemed to go to the wrong place.
He tried to work himself into her hole, but she pulled his hair. "My love button, stupid. Suck my button."
He searched frantically. It had to be there someplace. He touched something with his nose and he felt her quiver, but he couldn't find the spot again. Jesse was in agony, sick with shame. His first girl and he was fucking it up. God, he wasn't even gonna get to fuck it! And to make matters worse, his pecker began to soften again. From deep in his subconscious, horrible thoughts began to drift up toward the surface, into the active part of his brain.
Her leg slipped from around his neck and he was glad. He didn't want to do this any longer. As soon as the pressure was off, he leaned back, taking in a deep breath of fresh air.
"Christ," Darlene said. "That has to be the lousiest blowjob I ever got." The words cut him like a knife, but he knew they were true. She stared at him, and again he felt that sick sensation, as if she could actually read his mind, as if she knew what he was thinking.
She looked at his crotch. "Soft?" she said. "How could you get soft? Is there something wrong with you, Parrish? I mean, some of the girls at school think you might be a little, you know, kinda-well-" She didn't finish it. She didn't have to. Jesse stood up, turned around. He couldn't even face her. Not right now.
Her hands snaked between his legs. "Ouch!" he yipped as she pinched his sac of nuts. Her palm covered his scrotum and gave it a hearty squeeze. He looked down, saw his cock beginning to stiffen once more. Jesse's pulse increased and he turned to face her, his cock rising to meet the occasion. "Better," said Darlene. "It almost looks like a hard-on again. I mean, I never really thought you were a fag, Jesse. I always figured that if you were, you'd have gotten caught long before now, you know?" She giggled, but it was a bad choice of words. His cock started to wilt even as she spoke, and no matter how many times she clenched on his testicles, he kept going down. "Holy shit," Darlene groaned. "Come here!"
He stepped toward her and she leaned forward, taking his limp cock in one hand. There was plenty to hang onto. Even soft, he was about six inches long, an erection added another inch and a half or two inches to Jesse's length. But erection seemed a long distance away right now.
"Poor little cock" Darlene cooed in her little-girl voice. She kissed the tip of him. Jesse had dreamed of being kissed on the cock, but it had only been a dream. And even now, with it happening, really happening, he somehow preferred the dream. He didn't feel anything. Not even when she opened her mouth and fed him inside.
But his cock revived in Darlene's mouth, and gradually he became aware that she was doing one hell of a job of sucking him. Her teeth grated on the barrel of his stiffening dong, and her tongue worked on him in slow patterns that he found quite erotically interesting. His breath shortened as his cock grew longer, harder, and he was panting by the time she took it out of her mouth. "Hurry up and fuck me," she said. "I don't have all day to keep getting you hard." She lay back on the mattress, legs parted so that the window light fell once more upon her gash, and she was propped up on her elbows, waiting.
Jesse felt like two cents' worth of used dog shit, but he got onto the mattress, kneeling between her thighs. Once he'd seen some movies of people fucking and he knew the basic mechanics of the act, both from his careful film-watching and from the endless conversation of Tim and Pete. But now, about to do it for the first time on his own, he wasn't sure. Should he lie down upon her? She might not like that. He outweighed her by forty or fifty pounds. Should he let her get on top of him, like the people in that movie had done? He didn't know. And while he knelt there, staring at her pussy, smelling once again its strange fishy aroma, he felt his prick beginning to go soft.
Darlene saw it too. "Son of a bitch!" she sang out, and she grabbed him by the rod. Her palm was dry and she fisted him viciously, seven or eight times, until she'd gotten his blood flowing again. His cock filled up a little and he leaned forward. To hell with worrying. He was going to bury his bone in her and fuck this bitch blind!
He touched her pubic hairs, just the tip of his dick brushing her, and she lunged up to meet him, wiggling her twat as she rose.
The constant friction of her fuzzy pubic hairs on the end of his dick was the last straw. Jesse groaned and his cock began to spray its cum in fast hot spurts, some of it splashing onto Darlene's belly, some into her pubic fur, the rest onto the mattress and its fake leopardskin bedspread. Her fist was tight around him as he squirted, and he only needed to look once at her' face. The contempt that snarled her lips and filled her eyes was too much to see a second time. Jesse moaned as he came, and then it was over. The girl fisted his rod angrily, giving it a vicious squeeze and twist, and she let go of him.
"Look at the mess you've made now," she said tightly, and her voice didn't sound so frisky and little-girlish anymore. "Give me your handkerchief. I have to wipe myself off. And this is it, baby. I mean, this is it! Darlene Goodhugh gives nobody, but nobody another mercy fuck. You want to get your rocks off, you use your hand." Wiping her stomach and bush, she added, unnecessarily, "I guess they're right. You probably are a faggot, Jesse. A girl is just too much for you to handle. Tell you what. I'll spread the word so the other girls can stop wondering."
"Will you shut the hell up?" Jesse said, getting into his pants.
Darlene snickered. "Hurts, doesn't it? Well, the only reason I agreed to ball you was because I owed Tim Sanders a favor. And he can consider that favor paid in full."
Jesse opened the door and jumped out of the van. Tim and Pete were a few yards away, sitting on a fallen log, smoking cigarettes and sipping Bud. They were probably talking about the quality of blowjobs they got from Mary Beth and Belinda. "Hey," Tim said, standing up and waving. "Here comes my main man!"
Darlene leaned out the door of the van. She was bare-titted. "If he's your main man, Timothy, then you must be a fucking homo, just like he is! This is the first time, and the last time, and the only time I'm ever gonna screw a fairy. Do you hear that, Tim? Do you fucking hear that?"
"You couldn't do it?" Pete said. His freckles started to dance as he broke into a laugh.
"This is what you need to know," Jesse said, and he swung. His fist connected with Pete's chin and the freckle-faced boy went slamming to the ground. Tim started to say something, but Jesse was seeing red. He swung at Tim, missed, swung again.
"Oh, fuck all of you," Jesse said abruptly. His eyes stung and he was terribly afraid he might burst into tears. And he couldn't handle that, not after what had already happened.
He heard Darlene talking to Tim and Pete but he was too far away to hear what was being said. He walked on, toward Reckardsville. He wanted to walk home, to be alone with himself for a while.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I wish somebody would tell me what Diddy-wah-Diddy means," Susan Caton sang, swirling round the kitchen. Jesus in heaven, what a delicious day this had turned out to be, after all! She could smell dinner cooking-beef Stroganoff-she'd selected a good wine at the neighborhood carryout, and she only hoped that Jesse would be home in time to join her for dinner and celebration.
To begin with, the reunion with Teresa, and the sweetness of the sisterly love and passion they had shared. It was beautiful, what they'd done, how they'd done it, and her mouth still tingled with the exciting taste of Terry's cunt as it exploded in a river of hot juice.
She'd driven Terry to the local municipal airport, showing off the Maserati as best she could on Reckardsville's 45 m.p.h. streets, and she'd seen her sister off on the junket to Cleveland. Terry was right. Her boss, Mr. Gregory, was indeed a man in his sixties, plump and jolly, needing only a beard and a red suit to look exactly like Santa Claus.
And then she'd come home, to Terry's home at least, the phone ringing as she let herself in. She got to the phone in time to answer it and, yes, there was a God.
It was Craig Beavan, the under assistant production person from LOVE IS THE PROMISE. Worried about the possibility of being killed off from the show, Susan had spent last weekend with Craig in her beachfront apartment in Venice. She'd fucked him every way but loose, he was young and cute and virile as hell, with a cock that didn't seem to know what soft meant. He'd promised to do a Watergate number on the show's most closely guarded secrets, the script projection for the next six months.
Susan was not going to be kissed off. Her job and income were safe. She wouldn't have to start looking for parts in Roger Corman movies about car wrecks. At least not for the next six months. A heavy burden lifted from Susan's heart and she poured herself a very stiff jolt of Scotch and soda to celebrate.
No, the celebration would come later. Too bad Terry wasn't here tonight to share in it. But she had Jesse. They could dine on Stroganoff and Hearty Burgundy and get happy about her good luck. And tomorrow night she'd celebrate with Terry, in that special way she and her sister had.
Mmmmm. Well after six, going on seven. Where was Jesse, anyway? He was supposed to home for dinner, wasn't he?
She heard a sound at the back of the house, a door opening, closing. Footsteps. "Jesse?" A mumbed reply of some kind. More footsteps. Another door opening, closing. Susan shrugged, finished her second Scotch and soda, laid out the salad ingredients.
She passed the bathroom. Door was open, no sign of Jesse. His bedroom was down the hall, and the door was shut. Ten to one. Susan went down the hallway. "Jesse," she said, and she tapped on the door with her knuckles. The door wasn't entirely shut. At the touch of her hand, it swung open and Susan stood in the doorway, mouth agape, staring at her nephew as he lay on his bed. His pants and shorts were slid halfway down his thighs and he was fisting his cock as if his life depended on it. "Oh, excuse me," Susan said, and it wasn't until she said it that Jesse seemed to realize she was there.
He jumped as if he'd been shot, and he was anxiously trying to cover himself. The pillow was the only thing at hand, and he grabbed it, slamming it down over his exposed midsection. His face got livid-red. He did seem to blush a lot.
Susan's cheeks tingled, but she didn't feel embarrassed, except for the discomfort she had caused her nephew inadvertently. "Uh, I just wondered if you preferred any special kind of salad dressing," she told him. "I generally use oil and vinegar, but I thought you might prefer something else. Dinner's about ready," she added.
Jesse couldn't speak. His heart was pounding inside him, and there was a hammering at his temples, an awful, thud-like hammering, as if his brains were trying to beat his skull to pieces. Under the covering pillow, his cock had wilted like a piece of lettuce.
"I'm-not hungry," he said. "I think I'll pass on dinner."
He was hungry. Very hungry. He'd walked the three miles into town from Sugar Geek, walked it slowly, agony pulsating inside him with every step he took. He kept reliving the scene in the back of the van, ah the things Darlene Goodhugh had told him. She was right. She had to be right. He was a homosexual. Why else did girls frighten him so badly? Why else should he have been unable to perform, even though his conscious mind convinced him he wanted to fuck the girl?
Like, right now. He could get it up and keep it up, inside his fist. He'd been doing fine, too, until Aunt Susan walked into the room. God, what a mess he was in! Not only was he self-confirmed as a fag, his aunt had even seen him in the act of jacking himself off.
"Is something wrong, Jesse?" Susan asked. He shook his head. "I don't believe you," she said gently but firmly. "Are you embarrassed? Is that it?" He got redder still. She took a step toward the bed, put her hands on her hips, stood there smiling. Susan was wearing a floor-length gingham dress. It made her feel like an oldtime country housewife, baking bread and churning her own butter. She breathed softly as she looked down at her nephew, and her tits lifted and fell inside the clinging bodice of the dress. Under it she was wearing nothing, and she became slowly aware that her nipples were tightening and stiffening against the gingham. She also remembered the one quick sight she'd had of Jesse's stiff cock throbbing in his fist.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," she went on, corning still closer. He slid away from her, keeping the pillow in place over his bare middle. But it was a narrow bed, and he coudln't slide far without falling off the other side. Susan shook her head in gentle reassurance and she sat down on the edge of Jesse's bed. "Listen, darling," she said, touching his forehead. He was hot, almost feverish, sweat rolling from under his shock of curly brown hair. His eyes wouldn't return her gaze. She reached down, cupped his chin, turned his face up so that he had no choice but to look at her. "There's nothing to be ashamed of," she told her nephew. "Hey, listen, it's your cock! I think that gives you every right in the world to use it. Don't you? So you were masturbating and I saw you. Big deal, right? I live by myself, so nobody sees me when I masturbate, but I'm not ashamed to tell you I do. Everybody does, Jesse, even the people who he and say they don't. So be cool. You're cute when you blush, but this is nothing to blush about. Okay? Now what kind of salad dressing do you like?"
Jesse smiled. He was astonished to find that he actually could smile, in view of the things that had happened to him today. God, by now Darlene and Tim and Pete had probably told everybody in Reckardsville he was a queer! How could he ever show his face on the streets again? His heart sank. But somehow there was an aura of strength in the room. It wasn't coming from him, God knew, so it had to be a product of Aunt Susan. He smiled bigger. She was a good lady. He liked her. She was almost making him feel good again, about himself.
"Can I talk to you, Aunt Sue?" he asked. "I mean, really talk to you?" She nodded, showing her perfect white teeth. "You may find this kinda revolting," he went on, "but I think I'm queer."
Susan's eyes got big. She looked at him. "You mean, like in faggot?" He nodded glumly. She drew back, tilted her head this way and that, stared at his face. "Not possible," she said. "Not possible at all." He started to speak but she put her finger on his lips. "I've known plenty of fags, Jesse. And if you're one-"
He cut in, and he began to spill his guts. Every syllable made him feel his agony all the more sharply, and there were wrenching pains in his belly, but he forced himself to tell it all to her. Especially about today, with Darlene and the guys. He finished, choked out the last syllable, and his eyes began to sting again, the way they had in the woods. He was going to cry, he knew it. As the first tear rolled down his cheek he knew he'd just sealed his case.
Susan saw the tears begin to form in his eyes and she couldn't hold back her own. She sniffled, sobbed, and then she was holding the boy in a tight embrace, drawing him to her bosom. His tears dampened the bodice of her gingham dress but she didn't mind. Her arms encircled his head and shoulders and she stroked his hair, saying, "You poor darling, you poor darling," over and over. Tears, she thought. I must be a sucker for tears.
Sometime during that entwined crying session the pillow had slid off Jesse's crotch. When Susan released him and he fell back, he was bare again. His cock was soft, curled like a snake across his groin and upper thigh, and she saw it from the corner of one eye. Slowly she turned her head. He was long and rather thick, even when he was limp, and the head of his rod looked fat and juicy. Susan closed her eyes, remembering how his prick had looked when it was stiff and he was jerking himself off, and a lump formed in her throat. She said, "Sit up, Jesse." The boy sat up. Apparently he hadn't noticed that he was exposed once more, because he didn't grab his pillow, didn't cover himself with his hands. He simply sat up.
It's for his good, she reminded herself, standing up. "I-I think I may know how to find out," she told him. "How we can find out for sure." He had a quizzical look on his face. Susan gave a sigh and she undid the four buttons that closed her bodice. Jesse's eyes got big as she eased the gingham loose, as one of her pear-shapted, brown-nippled breasts came into view. He sat up a little higher, staring. Susan began to work her finger back and forth across her exposed nipple and it stiffened visibly.
"Well?" she asked, and her eyes glanced down to his crotch. His cock had begun to swell. Not a great deal, but enough to notice the difference. With determination now, Susan Caton slid the dress further down, freeing her other tit. Its nipple had stiffened without manual assistance, and both brown peaks stared at Jesse Parrish on the bed. She saw him gulp. His pecker crawled across his groin. The tip was bigger, fatter now, beginning to glow.
She looked at the boy, saw the confusion which was so plain on his face, saw him look down at his crotch too. Her mind raced frantically. He'd gone through a rotten experience today. And he was her nephew, her only nephew, her flesh and blood. She sat down on the bed and she put her hands on Jesse's shoulders, looking him squarely in the eye. Her taut nipples were a breath away from touching his chest. She took a breath, leaned closer.
"Aunt Sue," the wondering boy said, hollowly, as if in prayer and awe. He trembled in her grip but she held on.
Susan leaned her face in toward his and she kissed him. Not the aunt-nephew kiss she'd given him this afternoon. She opened her mouth as it touched his, and she glued herself to him like a sucking leech. Her tongue lolled across his lips, tickled them until they opened and she went inside his mouth, roving like a frisky serpent in his wet mouth. His tongue skirted around, evading hers at first, but she trapped it, licked it, made him respond lingually.
Slowly, like a glacier, his hand lifted from the bed. It touched her hip, slid up her side, across the bare flesh where she'd pulled down the top of the dress. He cupped her shoulder and held on tightly, as tightly as he'd been fisting his cock when she walked into the room. Inside his mouth, his tongue seemed to spark into life. Susan withdrew her own, and Jesse followed, tonguing his way into Susan's mouth. She kissed him harder, smearing lipstick and saliva all over his lips. His breath was hot and sweet, like warm milk.
He gripped her shoulder possessively and she decided she could safely let go of him. With one hand, at least. She loosened her clutch and her hand seemed to shoot of its own accord, straight toward his crotch. And what a surprise she found waiting there! His cock, standing up like a fencepost, big, hard, hot, and thick. Her fingers slicked up and down the vivid, throbbing erection, and then she closed her hand around him, jerking expertly on her nephew's manhood. He moaned into her mouth and his tongue seemed to vibrate against her. She squeezed his cock.
Carefully she broke off the kiss, sucking his tongue just before she let it go. Her face was an inch from Jesse's-their noses touched and tickled one another-and she said in a low, intense voice, "Jesse darling, I really don't think you have anything to worry about. But would you like to find out? For sure?"
"Oh, Aunt Susan," he groaned, and it was all the answer she needed.
Susan leaned back, caught the hem of her dress and pulled it up and off. She threw it across the room and it landed beside the open bedroom door. "For safety's sake," she said, getting up. "Hurry and take your clothes off, while I close the door." She kicked it shut and when she turned around, he was sliding out of his jeans. His dick was standing up boldly, bravely, the head swollen and purple. She stepped out of her shoes, and she was totally naked now.
I am, she thought as her knees touched the bed, about to seduce my own nephew. No! I'm about to save my nephew. I'm going to give him his manhood. She fell onto the bed with Jesse, and both of them were naked, and their bodies came together, his hard anxious cock bumping her with every roll and toss. She kissed him again, and he reciprocated. He didn't kiss very well. He seemed nervous and tense the first time their lips came together in a kiss, but with each repetition he seemed to get better. She liked that. She also liked the fantastically rigid cock that was once again nestled in her possessively clutching fist. She stroked him up and down, alternating gentleness with rougher caresses, and he writhed frantically. The narrow bed shook under them, and time and again they came dangerously close to its edge.
"This isn't going to work," Susan said finally, sitting up. She was panting, her tits heaving with each breath, and his fingers rose to capture her stiff brown nipples. "Let me concentrate," she giggled, slapping ineffectually at his hands. It didn't stop him and she certainly didn't want him to stop. "Jesse," she announced. "Do you think you could be this passionate on a bigger bed? One where we won't have to worry about falling off?"
"The only bigger bed in the house is Mom's-" Susan nodded. "Think you can handle that?" He swelled up like a bullfrog in mating season.
He took her hand and pressed it against his dick. "Will you handle this?"
"Touche!" she said gleefully, grabbing his cock. "So let's get with it, huh? I want to prove to you that you're all man, darling, and I'm dying to get it started. So come on!"
The boy paled slightly entering his mother's bedroom naked, his cock fiercely erect. Susan had him by the cock and she could feel a relaxing of his stiffness as they crossed the threshold. She pulled and they marched to the bed. Together, they lay down and began to roll and kiss and play as they had before.
But something was different now. Perhaps it was the aura of his mother's presence. Susan couldn't be sure, she could only guess. Jesse's cock seemed to wilt again and again in her hand, and he seemed less responsive to her hands and lips than before. Well, she thought, it has to happen sooner or later, so it might as well be now. "Lie still, baby," she said, and she reversed herself on the bed. Lying on her belly, she leaned across his thigh and started to lick his softening prong. God, the taste of his flesh! Young, warm, kinda salty. He squirmed and said, "My God" as she tongued him, and then she was feeding him into her mouth, sucking his limpness for all she was worth.
When he got stiff, it was sudden and unexpected. His cock was lying on her tongue like a dead fish one moment, and the next it was raging and rampant in her mouth, big enough to strangle her if she'd been less adept at cocksucking. Susan hummed her way up and down him, fucking her mouth with his fat tool, relishing each thrust it made into her wet sucking mouth. She took him deeply, but she couldn't deep throat him, not this way, working from above. Oh, the hell with deep throating. For the moment, at least. If he didn't get it from her, someone else could give him that very special treat. She was much more concerned with something really important-giving him a sense of his own masculinity.
She looked up from sucking. "Well, don't just he there. Touch me," she invited. "Touch me anywhere you want. Everything I have is yours. Rub my ass. Have you ever felt anything so smooth? Like stroking a baby, mmmmm? A man's ass is hairy and coarse. You wouldn't like to feel one of those, honey. Mmmmmm, rub me nice. I'm all squeaky clean and fresh to the touch. Have you ever touched a naked girl before? Never? Put your hand between my legs. Yes. Feel me there. How do you like my bush? See how I keep it trimmed and shaved around the edges? Just a little hedge of fur around my most precious possession. Open me. It won't hurt-won't hurt either of us. See how the lips part? They enjoy being spread. Ohhhhhh, yesssss. ... You can put your finger in me. Niiiiiiiice, oh, damn right I mean it! Two fingers. Put in two fingers. No, it won't hurt me. I can take two fingers. I can take three fingers. I can even take your big thick cock, when it's time to put that up me."
She rolled over, onto her back, and he moved into her pussy. "Eat me," she invited. "Use your tongue in me." He seemed to hesitate. "Oh, come on, Jesse," she purred.
"I-I ate Darlene today," he said. "I mean, I tried to. She tasted-funny."
Susan sat up. "Funny?"
"Like spoiled anchovies. That's the only comparison I can-"
Susan pointed at her pussy. "This does not taste like spoiled anchovies, I goddamn well betcha!" And as she squatted beside him, she reached up into her crack from beneath, two fingers prying into her slick juicy pot. She was much wetter than she'd expected to find herself. This is turning me on, she thought. I may have started with good Samaritan goals in mind, but I am getting hot. Oh, why shouldn't I? He's beautiful, and he's almost a part of me. Who has a better right to fuck him than I do?
She worked fingers in her snatch, drew them out all glisteny with pussy moisture. Briefly, tantalizingly, she waved her fingers in front of Jesse's nose. His nostrils flared and twitched, but she was in a teasy, bitchy mood. She brought her hand to her mouth, began to suck her fingers dry of the cuntal goo that coated them. Jesse sat up, tried to get her hand out of her mouth, but she shook her head. "Buffet dinner, darling," she said saucily. "You serve yourself. Would you like a taste?" He nodded, obviously not entirely sure but willing to try. "Lie back. Aunt Susan's going to sit on your handsome face."
He lay full-length and she straddled him, coming down slowly. She could smell the fragrant arousal of her cunt now, and she knew that he could smell it too, settling down upon his face. When her pussy touched his lips his tongue sprang forth, started licking furiously. Susan giggled, reached in to open her labia, and his tongue stabbed up her in a quick bandit-like raid. She squeezed her flanges together, massaging his tongue in her oozing hole, and he groaned lovingly. Amateur, but enthusiastic as hell and obviously destined to go far. Twenty to one that Darlene bitch merely needed a lesson or two in feminine hygiene. Pussy ought to smell good. And taste good. Susan's did. Ah the time. And Jesse was learning that, splendidly.
Suddenly, without warning, he stopped, fought his face free of her dominating gash. "Is something wrong?" she asked huskily. His lapping had started to hit Susan where she liked, and she wasn't ready for such an abrupt breaking off.
"Aunt Susan," he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't think we ought to be doing this. On my mother's bed, especially. But it seems like we shouldn't be doing it at all."
His mother's bed. What, Susan wondered, would he think if he could see a videotape replay of the activities that had taken place on this very bed no more than three hours ago? Susan and Terry, mouths glued to cunts. Susan eating Terry until she screamed. Terry fucking Susan with the vibrator, fucking her fucking her fucking her. The memory crawled up Susan's spine, hit the base of her brain, sent her head spinning. "We'll change the sheets after we're done," she promised. "And as for stopping-" She turned, looked at the massive weight and thrust of his stiff cock. "Do you really, I mean do you really want to stop?"
"It seemed like what I should be saying," Jesse smiled sheepishly. "I'm afraid, but I don't want to quit."
"Then we won't," Susan promised. "Not until you get your head straightened up, darling." For a moment she considered telling him about Terry and herself, but it was a fleeting thought and she realized at once how bad an idea it was. After all, she was trying to prove to him that he was not a homosexual, that he'd simply been unlucky. If she turned around and confessed that she and his mother had today resumed a heated lesbian relationship they'd shared since adolescence-well, it might confuse him. And she felt a responsibility to the boy. She'd undertaken spontaneously to make a man of him, and she couldn't back down now. Not with his cock swollen gigantically and her pussy petals dripping sweet jism onto his face. Goddamn it, no matter what the reason, she didn't want to stop!!!
Susan pried herself up from the supine body of her nephew. She stood on the bed, rocking as the mattress jiggled beneath her, and she towered high above him. She put her hands on her tits, ran them down herself, stroking her belly, her hipbones, fingers tickling the edges of her gash. She caressed her thighs, inside and out, swaying almost unconsciously as the good feelings maintained. She heard him say, "You're beautiful, Aunt Sue. You're really beautiful." And it was clear from his tone that he meant it. Sincerely. She was touched, both by his words and by his hands, which began to crawl up her legs. His fingers tickled the insides of her tingly thighs and she settled down a little, so he could reach her pussy.
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That's it," she sighed. "Touch me. There. Feel my cunt? How wet and juicy it is? Oooohhh, you licked a pretty job on me, Jesse. Stick your finger inside again. Feel my clit, how hard it is, how it sticks out? C'mon, Jesse, it wants to be touched. Rub it, huh?"
He blushed. "Where is it?" She did a double-take. "I couldn't find Darlene's either," he added. Susan repressed a giggle. Jesse got red in the face. "Well, the closest I ever got to a snatch before today was in HUSTLER. And they just have photographs, not diagrams with everything marked in its proper place."
"Now, don't take on," Susan said. "I've been playing with my pussy, and having it played with, so long that I guess I forgot you don't quite have Warren Beatty's experience. Let me show you, okay? Watch the birdie." She opened her delicate slice, about fourteen inches above his staring eyes. "Right here," she said, and he though, Of course! It's as plain as the nose on her face! A little red pea-sized button that looks like it wants to be pushed. He reached up, and he pushed her button vigorously, grinding the ball of his finger down upon it, and he got his reward. Susan screamed in delight and she sank down upon him, her hand keeping his finger in place.
"Do it, do it, do it," she chanted. "Oh, yes, Jesse, do it to me! Frig me! Harder! It's not made of glass. It won't break. Feel it squiggle? Feel me squirm? Ooooohhhh, the juices are flowing. God, Jesse, do it, I think I'm going to come all over your hand if you stroke me just one more time. I'm going to come on you, Jesse, going to come, going to come...."
And she did. The heel of his hand, flat against the mouth of Susan's pussy, grew sticky and aromatic with the little rush of juices from her pulsating hole. He liked the feeling, and he pressed his palm against her while his finger kept frigging her button. She fell over onto her side, moaning and twitching, and Jesse felt ten feet tall as he stayed with her, handling his aunt's sopping twat until her convulsions subsided and she lay there panting, brushing back the hair that had fallen into her face.
"Well, stud," she said, looking up, "I think that was round one." She slid closer, and the heavy barrel of his pecker danced on her knee. "Think you can handle the second bout?"
"Yeah," Jesse grinned. "I think I'm man enough."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Okay," she said haughtily. "And the first thing you can do is clean me. Here, in my cunt. With your tongue, of course! Lick the juices away. Go ahead."
Jesse looked at her cunt. "God, you have a gorgeous cunt, Aunt Susan! I really mean it! It's so smooth and-well, it just looks great!"
"Now stop buttering me up and start eating my cum. Right?"
"Right" Jesse smiled, and he bent over into his aunt's lap. He opened her cunt, his fingers doing all the work, while she lay back relaxing, and he started to lap up the milky fluid which coated the folds and recesses of her pussy. His tongue was agile and learning a little bit more each time it worked its way through Susan's twat. After a few moments of being licked, she wasn't exactly relaxing. She had her hand on his head and she was trying to drown him in her snatch. He didn't fight back. He just kept licking away, poking into her hole every now and then, with a rhythmic persistence that activated Susan's cunt. She felt the soft heaving inside her body, the tingles that informed her she would soon be ready for more. As if she wasn't always ready for more!
She tastes a hell of a lot better than Darlene, Jesse thought. Her cum is like sweet hot milk on my tongue. I can't get enough of it. I wonder if I can lick her and make her cum again, spurt more of that juicy stuff, right into my mouth this time. I'll suck her dry. I really will. Queer, huh? I'll show this fucking world who's queer! Maybe she'd suck my cock. Really suck it, not just play around like she did before. Take it deep in her mouth and suck it. Maybe she'll give my ass a tongue job. Maybe ... maybe ... oh, the hell with maybes! I'm gonna get it all! I really am! Aunt Susan is gonna let me fuck her and I'm gonna be good! I'm a man. I'm all man, and I'm going to prove I'm all man.
But for the moment, it was pleasant enough eating Aunt Sue's open cunthole. He wondered if he should keep on calling her Aunt. Like, after what they'd just done, and what they were gonna do. He didn't care. He'd call her anything she wanted, if she just let him stick his hot cock into that sucking mouth of pleasure between her sweet long legs.
He dipped his tongue into her, pushed it deeply, felt the marvelous agility of her cunt muscles, the way they rippled with his licking, the way they seemed to pull him deeper and deeper into her hot sticky tunnel. He looked up. Susan was panting, her face a little flushed, and she was gripping her tits very tightly, the nipples standing up like little brown flagpoles that only needed Old Glory tied to their erect tips to complete the picture.
"You taste good," he said. "Really good. It's like-almost like wine, you know, the kind that's flavored with fruit and shit?
"Strawberry douche," Susan purred, writhing a little on the bed. "Makes all the difference in the world. Sometimes I use grape or lemon or mint, but everyone says strawberry tastes best. Oh, Jesus, will you bring that thing up here? I can see it sticking up and I think your cocknob is glowing. Come on. Sit up. Now let me at it. Mmmmm, yeah, that's just right." She had him by the cock as he sat on his heels and her hand moved up and down him in languid but meaningful strokes.
Jesse looked down and saw that moisture had leaked from the head of his dick, coated the purplish, bruised-looking cock. Even as he watched, a little bubble of cum formed in the slit at his tip. Aunt Susan saw it too, and she squeezed his cock. The bubble grew larger. She stared at it, licking her lips, and then she licked him. When her tongue came away, that bubble of semen was a glistening drop of white cream on the very tip of her tongue. She pulled it back into her mouth and made a face of concentration as she tested the flavor.
"Oh, Christ," she said, grinning up at Jesse, and then she was on it, on his cock, thrusting her mouth down around it, swallowing him as deeply as she could and sucking furiously at every inch of cock that entered her bottomless mouth. Jesse groaned, grabbed her head and thrust into her. He looked down in amazement. Her lips were almost touching his nuts. The hairs that grew around the base of his cock-they were tickling her face as she took him deep, deeper, and then he felt it, felt her lips nuzzle the sac of his balls!
He'd heard his friends talking about this, about girls who could take cocks like Aunt Sue was doing, could just open their mouths and wind up kissing your ass while the head of your dick vibrated in their throats, but he'd never really believed it. Not till now. Not till it was happening to him. And here he was, holding her by the head, trying to shove his balls into her mouth too, his eyes bulging from their sockets, his face flushed with lust and arousal, his heart beating like a jackhammer against his ribcage.
Susan drank deeply of her young nephew. God, she thought, what kind of vacation did I let myself in for? I only wanted to get back to the grass roots. Go home to Ohio and sweet old middle America and just breathe the clean air. And what's happening to me? I spent the afternoon sucking my sister and here I am am not three hours later with a mouthful of my nephew's cock. But, Jesus, what a mouthful! He tasted even bigger, sweeter, juicier, than he had looked the first time she saw him really stiff and hot for the taking. She had to stretch her lips to fit his prick in, and she was no novice at the art of sucking a cock. Jesse was sixteen, but he had a man's tool on him-Jesus, he almost had a mule's prick!
She reached in, cupped his balls, squeezed them playfully. Her lips could just touch those nuts, if she took a deep breath and let him jiggle his cockknob into the upper part of her throat. And she did precisely that, handling his balls, letting her finger go coursing through his asscrack. He jumped when she tickled his asshole-Christ, he had a tight one!-and his cock almost strangled her to death with that jumping around. But she kept sucking.
He was wary about being anally fingered, and she knew it was a good sign. Someone had put a bad trip on him, all that crud about being a fairy. But if she'd ever sucked a virile young cock, a man's young cock, it was the one in her mouth right now. Every time she sucked a fresh bubble of sperm formed in his slitted tip and tickled its way across her tongue. She tasted his cum and she found it delicious.
Questions of aunt and nephew, matters of incest, they had no importance to what was happening right now. She was eating him and he was her nephew, but she was a woman and he was a man. What counted was his cock in her mouth. Her spit washing him as he thrust in and out, as her throat opened to receive the pulsating power of him. Susan moaned as she sucked and she wiggled herself a little closer to him.
She was lying on her side, head and shoulders thrown across one of his strong young thighs. She moved her legs, wiggled her crotch, hummed and moaned one more time. He seemed to get the message. She parted her thighs as his hand sought between them, and he had his finger in her cunt hole. It went into Susan, stiff, straight, and when it got inside her, deep inside her, he began to crook and uncrook it. As her sucking took on a demonic power and drive, his finger twitched and scratched more often. With long fingernails he might have ripped a gash in the delicate membrane of her pussy lining.
There was an instinctive sense of restraint in the way he fingered her. Some day, she thought, he is going to be a cocksman extraordinaire. And when some lucky girl is trembling under him on a waterbed, her snatch full of his sweet hard dong, she'll ask "God, Jesse, who taught you to fuck so well?" And he'll reply, "I owe it all to my Aunt Susan."
"Aunt Sue!" she heard him gasp, and he tightened his fingers on her skull. "I think I'm gonna-"
But by the time he'd spoken those words, it was too late for either of them to chicken out. His cock swelled to the size of a redwood in Susan's mouth and she had to slack up the pressure fast. He was going to come, and she didn't want his swollen spurting rod thrust halfway down her throat when it happened. She loved to drink cum as much as the next woman, but she didn't want to drown in the delicious stuff.
The big vein on the underside of his cock tool throbbed against her tongue, and she pulled her head back fast, leaving only about an inch of Jesse's cock inside her mouth. The first gush of cum poured into Susan, strong, fierce, and hot, on her tongue. She drank it greedily, then jerked her head back a little further. Her hand was clutching the base of his prick and she knew how best to show him the beauty of the successful blowjob.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she murmured, as his rod slipped out of her mouth. His second blast of jizz shot up her face, hit her on the cheek just below her left eye. It was thick semen, warm and viscous against her skin. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and began to stroke him from nuts to cockknob, each stroke sending a fresh spurt from the tip of him.
She heard him moan and she knew he was watching-watching as his aunt received his sweet hot blast full in the face. The cum glued itself to her skin and there seemed to be no end to the amount of cockcream he could send shooting from his balls. Her face was covered with the stuff and some of it went into her hair. There was a big gob on one of her eyelids. Some of Jesse's jizz squirted into Susan's nostril.
Plenty got into her mouth, and she licked herself even while he was still in the act of shooting. Her tongue circled her mouth, reached as high and as low as it could, and she drew into her mouth the unbelievably delicious flavor of her nephew's cum.
There were perhaps eight separate blasts, though she wasn't really counting. All she knew was that the cum just kept coming, and she kept smearing her face with it. Jesse's cock went soft in her fingers, as the final bubble of semen oozed from him, and the deflation was so instantaneous it smacked of magic. One moment he was a stiff hot cock lying against her face, the next instant he was limp and flopping in her grip.
He seemed to collapse then, his finger popping out of her pussy, his body slumping onto the bed. She opened her eyes finally, looked at him. His face was white, drained. His body seemed exhausted. His prick was soft and flexible, jiggling a little with each heavy breath Jesse drew. He lay full-length, one hand flung over the edge of the bed. "Oh, God," he said. "Oh, holy God, I never thought it could be like that." And when he looked up, he was staring at Aunt Susan, her face creamy with the cum he'd poured onto her smooth tanned skin. She was using her fingers, playing with the stuff-his cum. Some of it she worked into her flesh, as if it were body lotion.
Most of it she scooped up with her long sensitive fingers, brought to her mouth, lapped it up in a greedy, hungry, wanton fashion. His groin ached and he knew that no matter how big they talked, Tim and Pete had never gotten it this good. He reached down, cupped his sticky soft cock in his palm, and squeezed. "Oh, shit!" he said, flying through the skies like a proud imperious eagle.
"This isn't all," Susan husked. She leaned down and kissed him, and he could taste his stuff all over her mouth. When her tongue attacked him, stuck itself into his orality, he knew that he was sucking his own cum off it, but somehow he didn't mind. The sticky fluids on her face glued her skin to his and they rolled into a kiss. Her body came to rest, partly atop his. One stiff-nippled tit pressed his chest. He put his arms around her, cupped Aunt Susan's ass, squeezed the firm round cheeks, pulled her over, atop him. Her wet crotch ground down upon his soft cock and he didn't think he was all that soft.
I think I can do it again, he told himself. With half a chance I could get hard and really sock it to her! The thought made him brave. He tightened his grip on Aunt Sue's ass and he got the tips of his fingers into her ass crack. One fingertip found a little tiny hole down there, in her cleft, and he remembered how her finger had tickled his own asshole. He did it to her and she slobbered all over his mouth. Hot drool, faintly tinged with cum, flowed from Susan into Jesse. Her legs spread, came to rest on the outsides of his thighs, and they were really belly-to-belly now, grinding and squirming, and he knew he could do it, he knew he could get hard again, could fuck her!
"Come on, Jesse honey," Susan coaxed, grinding her pelvis hard against him. "Swell up for me, big and stiff. Make it long and thick for me again, will you? I want to show you what it really means to be a man, Jesse, a real man."
"I want to," he moaned in reply, gripping her ass and swiveling his body under hers. His prick rubbed and rubbed against the thin hedge of hair, the swollen lips of her pussy. He worked his fingers on the tight mouth of her asshole, felt her sigh and throb and squirm, and his cock did a little throbbing too, but not enough.
Susan crawled up him a little way, and she reared above the boy, her stiff-nippled tits jutting toward his face. "Feed on me," she purred, cupping one tit, sliding the nipple over his twitching lips. She touched the tip of his nose with her stiffened brown tit, and then he was opening his mouth, sucking her in. His lips and even his teeth began to work on her hard tit flesh, and his tongue raced mad circles around her nubby point. Susan squashed her tit against his mouth and fed herself into his sucking mouth. As she felt the eagerness of his nursing, she felt, too, the gnawing pang of regret that she had never given birth to a child of her own, never felt a little mouth pulling at her tit, sucking milk from her body. God, what a sexual thrill that must be!
Well, this was second best. And no baby could ever suck titty the way Jesse was sucking her now, with his hungry mouth gone crazy around his aunt's firm, luscious tit. He sucked her till her eyes filled with tears of delight and her entire body quivered with arousal, and then she forced her tit free, only so she could give him a chance on the other one, too. As he sucked her, she wrapped her arms around his head and cradled him. Her tits were coming to sweet brown points. They were firm tits, hard tits, sensitive tits, and right now they were all that, and more!
She felt his cock struggling to harden up again, but she had sucked one hell of a come from his balls. His cock needed time to rest, recuperate a little. But Susan couldn't wait. She had talked herself into this act on the ground that Jesse needed her, but now she had to admit that she needed him every bit as much. Her cunt was wet and itchy, and her cunt longed to be stuffed full and fucked to hell and back. He had the cock to do it with. Her hands and mouth had tested his fresh young strength, his rigidity, his power. All she needed was to get him hard.
Then Susan flashed on the perfect means. The vibrator! Of course! She hadn't really wanted Terry to use it on her this afternoon. She didn't really like vibrators. But she'd found some incredible thrills in the grip of that buzzing phallic object. Its' very touch had sent chills of arousal humming through her body. How would Jesse react to the kiss of the vibrator? There was only one way to find out....
She jumped off the bed. His mouth was so tightly fixed to her nipple that she almost pulled him with her, and he hung over the edge of the bed watching, his eyes mystified, as she threw open the top drawer of Terry's dresser and fumbled beneath a pile of bras and panties. When she turned around she had the vibrator in her hand and a wicked loving gleam in her eyes.
"What's that?" Jesse asked, pointing at the machine. "My God, it looks just like a-"
"It is," Susan purred, and she dropped to her knees beside the bed. He put his arm around her neck and began to kiss her. She touched his limp rod with the plastic tip of the vibrator. He stirred a little, and his lips trembled against hers, as if he were unsure of what was going to happen next. He may have been uncertain, but Susan wasn't. She pressed his cock with the vibrator, and her finger kicked it into life. It began to hum against Jesse's dick.
"Mmmmmppphhhh...." He groaned into her hot mouth. Tearing his lips free, he said, "What the shit?"
Susan paid no attention. She turned on her knees, took his cock by the tip, and held him upright. With her other hand she buzzed him from knob to balls, working the end of the vibrator round and round his well-filled sac, even moving it into the crack of his ass for a little anal stimulation. Sometimes, she was fully and delightedly aware, you could turn a man on, fast, by thrusting your finger up his ass and massaging his prostate. It seemed too radical a step to take with Jesse, his first time out, but she did the next best thing. She made the buzzing dildo hum vigorously against his asshole. Thank God it had two speeds! She put it into overdrive as she tickled him there, and her fingers, still holding his prick felt the telltale surge of power begin to ripple through his cock.
Jesse couldn't lie still. He kept squirming and writhing, and he whimpered, "Oh, Christ, Aunt Sue, what the hell are you doing to me?" But she didn't stop. She pushed hard against his asshole, moved back to his balls, started up his dick again. When his erection came, it was fast and frantic. His cock blew up like a balloon in the clutch of her thumb and index finger and she was suddenly staring at eight inches of thick hard meat-a cock that stood up of its own free will, didn't need her fingers to keep it upright. She let go of him and stared for a moment in heartfelt admiration.
"Look, Jesse," she said, trying to sound nonchalant and airy. "The cock has truly risen again."
Then his eyes met hers. He had Terry's eyes, gray, like an overcast sky hanging above the Pacific ocean. It was no time for nonchalance. Susan gripped his stiff rod in her hot eager palm and she laid on the bed, still holding him. "Just he still and enjoy it," she said. "I'm going to ride you, my sweet young stud horse. I'm going to ride you and I want your cock a mile up my pussy."
"Oh, hot damn, Aunt Sue!"
She touched his lips with her fingers. "I think you might as well call me Susan," she told him. "We've gone a little beyond the Aunt stage, don't you think?" He nodded. "Then, darling, tell me what you're going to do to me. And why you're going to do it."
He put his hand on her waist as she straddled him. She came down slowly, his cock upright against her hot cunt. She oozed against him, and the leakage from her dripping pussy lips moistened the barrel of Jesse's rod. "I'm going to fuck you, Susan," he said, his voice a little deeper. "I'm going to fuck you with my cock and I'm going to make you come and come. Because I'm a man and you're a woman. I really am a man, aren't I?" There was a note of wonder in his voice, and a slight return of the boyish quality of his speech. Good, Susan thought.
She nodded, and her nipples were so hard they hurt. "You're all man, Jesse, and don't let anyone ever tell you anything different."
"Then get on my cock," she heard him growl. "This is one horse that needs a workout."
"Now you're talking!" Susan lifted her ass, eased forward, and came down. His hands were on her sweat-greasy waist-such big hands he could almost touch fingers around her narrow middle-and she was holding his cock upright for her descent. She eased onto him, his cock tip touched her labia, and she didn't have to hold him any longer. His cock thrust upward, and he was in her, burrowing deep, fiercely fucking his way into Susan's tight cunt channel. She settled low, but he was already stabbed up and when they rocked down into the mattress, her pussy was full of his cock and she was crotch-tight against his nuts.
He had a sweet one, a big one, a hard one, and it fit her snatch like a fist inside a glove. She put her hands on his chest and she swayed from side to side, sweetly, deliriously, full of him. "Oh, God, yes," she sang, "Oh, God, reeeeeeeellllyyyyyyyy!"
And then she began to fuck. Her first two or three plunges were solo flights, but about the third time she came down hard on his crotch. Jesse got the picture. He left off squeezing her waist, reached up for the goodies. He got his hands full of Aunt Susan's hard tits and he plied them vigorously, feeling them the way a man would feel a woman's tits, and Susan knew that the boy was convinced of his manhood.
He began to fuck her as she fucked at him, and their bodies made the entire bed shake. She looked and the whole room seemed to be vibrating, shaking with the energy of hers and Jesse's fucking. The walls were jumping, the dresser drawer that hung open seemed to be bouncing up and down. She expected at any moment to see it jarred from its place in the cabinet, to see it drop to the floor with a clatter and bang. Her heart beat so loudly, hammering in her ears, that she'd not have heard the sound in any case. Her pussy was alive with lust and excitement and her cuntal walls were already rippling like ocean waves along the thrusts of Jesse's cock. I can't believe, she told herself, that I'm his first. That he's giving me his cherry. But it was true, and it was wonderful!
"Take it," she said. "This is your party, Jesse. It's all for you."
CHAPTER SIX
He was slow to get the knack of it, but not too slow. At first his strokes had more energy than finesse. He simply poured his cock up into Susan, stuffing her full, battering the end of his rod against the tip of her womb and sending messages of assault and battery through her system. "Slow down," she told him. "Be subtle. Surprise me. Don't give it to me the same way twice. Make me pant and wonder where you're gonna hit me next stroke. Know what I mean? Swing your ass while you're fucking me. Swing it-ahhhhhhh-don't have to tell you anything twice, huh, baby? Oooohhhhhhh, Jesssssssssseeeeee-"
She kissed his hands while they fingered her tits, and she even managed to pry one or two of his fingers loose so she could suck them. Christ! He could feel her technique, even when she was eating his finger instead of his prick. The way her tongue worked. The way her mouth seemed to be composed of a zillion moving parts, all of them really moving, like a well-tuned machine.
He pinched her nipples and she made little "ooooohhhh" sounds around the finger she happened to be sucking. He punched her deep and fast with his cock, swinging his ass the way she'd told him to do, and he could swear her snatch made the same "oooohhhhh" noises back at him. It was sucking him, too. His prick stabbed into Aunt Susan and her pussy just ate it up, man! If they called Darlene "Goodpussy", what would they call Sue? Greatpussy? Superpussy?
If they could see me now, he thought. Pete and Tim and that twat Darlene. If they could see me putting the screws to Aunt Sue, see the wild ecstatic faces she's making while I ball her, know that I'm giving her a mansized fucking. No matter what kind of stories they were telling about him in town, calling him a fairy or a fruit or whatever, he knew the truth.
Aunt Sue bit his finger while she was sucking it. Her teeth ground into him and this really fantastic kind of pain and pleasure throbbed in his bones. He opened his eyes, looked up, and she was still there. His hands were full of her sweet hard tits, and his cock was buried in her bouncing box, and he knew for sure that it was all real, that it was happening to him, to Jesse Parrish. The most terrible, grossest day of his life had turned into something he would never forget as long as he lived. He threw his ass into gear and started pounding into her cunt, still working, wiggling, swiveling, and slamming it up her the way she'd told him to do. He wasn't sure from stroke to stroke how much power he'd use this time, nor what angle his cock would take slamming into her honeypot.
He only knew that he was going inside her and she was moaning in joy every time he fucked her. He could feel the back of her pussy snug against the end of his rod when he made his best shots, when he took her deepest and hardest. He hoped she was as turned on as he was, but the look in her rapturous eyes seemed to tell him that she was, that his excitement might not even begin to compare with Aunt Sue's. Women dig it, too, Jesse thought, and the awesome revelation thrilled him. He began to fuck harder, more inventively, and each time he gave it to her it was with a sense of growing confidence. He'd never been inside a pussy before, but now, fucking Aunt Sue, it was as if he'd been doing this all his life.
And then, without warning, he came. He couldn't help it. The tube of her pussy had him totally out of control. She kept squeezing and clenching, and his cock was on fire with its lust and arousal, and all of a sudden his heart felt as if a cold clammy fist had closed on it and he groaned from deep, deep in his belly, and his prick started lancing into Susan, each stroke painting the mouth of her womb with a fresh wad of Jesse's creamy cum.
He held on tightly, moaning and shaking under her, and his eyes kept blinking open and shut. Her face was tense and taut, and she was straining, but somehow he was sure she hadn't come yet. "No," he heard her say, "too soon, Jesse, you did it too soon!"
"I'm-sorry-" he gasped, but trying to make his prick stop squirting was not quite so easy. He tried to stammer an apology, but his fingers dug into her hard swollen tits and his cock spurted its last few drops of semen inside her.
"Don't go soft," Susan told him. "No, for God's sake stay hard, keep on fucking. You've almost got me there, Jesse. I need some more time-keep fucking me. It's getting limp."
He knew it wasn't working and so did she. His cock shrank a little with each breath he took. She flopped more loosely on him now, for his cock was getting flexible inside her. He saw her face turn pale and he thought he could see reproach in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he grimaced, willing himself to stay hard.
Susan leaned to the side. She'd seen it, and she knew immediately what to do. The vibrator, lying where she'd left it, near the edge of the bed. The way they'd been fucking, it's a wonder the thing hadn't rolled over the side, but there it was. She leaned over, grabbed it, hit the on switch. She straightened up, then leaned forward, so she could kiss Jesse's chin and lips. Her tits lay hot and stiff-nippled on his chest and his smooth skin was moist and hot against her tits. Just as his tongue slipped into her mouth, she reached behind him with the vibrator and she gouged the point of it against the base of his rod.
There was a tremor up and down his cock and a matching tremor running through his tongue. She sucked avidly on his tongue and she kept joy-buzzing him with the vibrator. He opened his legs a little, and she pushed into his crack once again. When she hit his ass, a shiver seemed to pass through his cock and it was almost stiff inside her now. He murmured against her mouth and she kept pushing. His asshole was tight, but she was desperate and determined.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" he shouted, tearing his mouth loose from hers as she thrust the tip of the vibrator, just the tip, buzzing into his anal opening. His face turned six different colors and his eyes rolled in their sockets.
Even more important, his cock stood up erect. It filled her pussy with its furious erection, where only a heartbeat ago it had been a limp, useless piece of cock meat not quite so satisfying in her twat as the dildo had been when Terry used it on Susan this afternoon. Susan sat up gasping, and she began to hump up and down. The vibrator was still in Jesse's asshole, maybe an inch of it thrust up him now, and she could hear the batteries' hum growing fainter almost with each breath she took.
But that didn't matter. Not to Susan. She was humping furiously on his renewed erection, and she could feel him thrusting against her, his hands pawing at her tits, tweaking the nipples, pulling as if he meant to rip the brown nips off her tits. She bounced on him, sucked his cock and the juices were oozing from the lining of her cunt. "My clit," she gasped, ripping one hand free of her tits, pushing it down to her crotch.
He delved into her splayed lips, found where her clit was protruding and he squeezed it. Not long ago he wouldn't have recognized a clitoris. And now he had Susan's, between thumb and index finger, and he was trying to milk it, to squeeze it like a fresh hot drink. She covered his hand with her own, pressed him tighter against her, scratched his fingers until he got the message and actually started to get even rougher with her delicate button.
And through it all, Susan was fucking like a bitch in heat, swallowing his cock to the root on every pump, and she knew it was coming-knew she was coming-the telltale flutter in her belly, the sense of wooziness in her head. Her clit ached so much she wanted to crawl out of her skin and let someone else endure the suffering of a body on the verge of complete release. But if she did that, she'd also miss the come, and no power on earth, no power in heaven or hell....
The vibrator had almost stopped buzzing, just a low growly hum. But it was still in Jesse's ass, unless he'd farted it loose, for he hadn't taken one of his hot young hands off her body, not since she'd gotten him up for the homestretch. He was mauling her tit, squeezing her love button, feeding her ravenous pussy with his thick hard cock.
Susan straightened up, almost lifting completely off his cock. She went high, only the tip of him left inside her, and then she came down, and when she did, she came. Fire in her belly, fire in her head. And her pussy eating Jesse's tool, snapping, rippling, juicing, full of her cream, full of scalding hot juice and fiery stimulation. She ground herself against the boy's crotch, felt it happening to her, and she couldn't stop it, she didn't think she'd ever stop coming, didn't know if she even wanted to stop. It was good, oh, God, so good! Sex was always good, but how many times had sex been as good as this?
That was almost her last conscious thought before she collapsed on Jesse. As she slumped forward, she felt his rod twitch inside her and she knew that he had somehow found the strength and the juice to fire one last salvo of cum up her twat.
The first thing she had to do was get that vibrator out of his ass. By now the buzzing had stopped, and the batteries were stone cold dead, but the handy-dandy tool had done its job, three times today, by Susan's count. "Oh, poor little thing," she whispered as she tugged it loose from Jesse's straining ass. She pushed his balls out of the way, leaned in, licked his asshole in gratitude. He tasted strongly of sweat. Her tongue lingered on his anus and he squirmed and moaned, "Oh, wow," and then she lay down beside him.
Her cunt was sloppy wet with her own juices and the leakage of his cum, and she fingered it thoughtfully as they shared a long, sweet kiss. "How do you feel now?" she asked him, her hand resting on his chest. His nipples were small and hard, and he seemed to blush a little when she tickled them roguishly. So he still had the youthful shyness to blush, she thought. If she'd been given a choice, she couldn't have picked a sweeter nephew, she told herself proudly, her tongue rocking inside his passionate mouth.
"Do you know," she grinned, lying back, "that I forgot completely about dinner? Do you like cold stroganoff? And how about wilted salad. Hey, what kind of salad dressing do you prefer, anyway? I don't think you ever got around to telling me."
Jesse smirked, then reached between Susan's legs. He scooped up a fingerful of the juice that coated her cunt, sniffed at it, tasted it. "How about this?" he suggested slyly.
And he moved against her, stroking her thigh with his limp cock. How long would he be limp? Not long, Susan guessed. And could she blame him? He's just learned something totally wonderful about himself. He'd learned that he was a man, a real man, and that he could bring a woman soul-stirring pleasure. If he wanted to reinforce that knowledge, could she refuse him? Especially since she was the woman in question? Especially since the very sight of his soft, cum-coated cock made her think of that same cock, stiff and red and eager for her cunt.
"Come on, Jesse. No more fooling around. Let's go eat. And drink some wine together. And talk. And-"
"And?" he asked.
She took his cock rod in her hand and gave it a friendly, loving tug. "And we'll see if you can get it up again. Without a vibrator, this time. Might as well cover all the bases, hadn't we?"
"Maybe try for a home run?" Jesse smiled.
Susan nodded. "But first, dinner. Do you have any TV trays? I was just thinking, we could bring the food into the bedroom and eat here. That way we wouldn't have so far to walk when we hit the sack again."
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Jesse said.
"I'll tell you something you'd better not take out of my mouth," Susan countered. "Not until I tell you it's all right. But we'll talk about that after we eat. Okay?"
* * *
Susan propped herself up on one elbow and she stared curiously at Jesse, who lay beside her stroking his prick in his fist. It was the same attitude she'd glimpsed this afternoon, when it all began. "How much proof," she asked, "how much proof do you need, for Chrissakes? Haven't you convinced yourself you're not a fruitcake yet?"
Jesse grinned. The hot young devil! That grin of his was too much. Susan felt herself weakening. She glanced down at his rod, which was stiff and swollen inside his fist. How many times? She'd lost count. They'd only gotten through half the dinner she'd prepared. The empty wine bottle was lying on the floor and a rosy glow nestled in her head, part of it from the rich Burgundy, the rest from the sweet fucking she'd shared with her nephew tonight. She reached down with her middle finger extended, and she touched the ruby-red, juicy-fat knob of his prick where it protruded past the clutch of his fist. He had a big hand but it wasn't big enough to contain his whole shaft. God Christ! The way her pussy ached, she wondered if her snatch was big enough to contain him. At least, on a regular basis.
Oh, no matter. She'd only be here a few more days, and of course this couldn't go on with Terry around. Besides-it wouldn't continue under any circumstances. It was incest, for one thing. And she'd only done it because he was in such a pathetic way when she found him jerking off in the bedroom. Those so-called friends of his had laid a bad trip on his head and he needed some help to get his mind in order. Now that Jesse had learned what to do with that cock between his legs....
He slid close, his cock jutting before him, and the tip of it brushed Susan's belly, just above the upper edge of her cunt bush. There was a drop of misty moisture clinging to his slit and he rubbed it into her skin. "Okay," she said, "but this is the last time. I have to get some rest, you horny little bastard! Do you know that it's almost five in the morning? When I'm working, this is the time I'm getting out of bed! You may be a night person, but I'm not. I work all day and I come home knocked out, and I'm pretty knocked out right now, Jesse David Parrish. OOOOOHHHHH ... no, it doesn't hurt ... oh, shit, yes it does! You've fucked me raw, do you know that? God-feed me a little more-"
She slinked her leg around his body as they came together, lying face to face on their sides. He nipped at her chin with his fine sharp teeth and he pinched one of her nipples between strong fingers.
His cock slipped deeply into her glove-like pussy and, despite the friction of his hard cock meat on her tender tissue, she sighed and moved a little closer, taking more of him inside her. "You're gonna have to find a girlfriend," she said. "Someone young and resilient, who can take this day in, day out...."
"No," Jesse was saying, panting a little as his fucking picked up speed, "I-well, I never really met anybody I cared for, you know? My buddies all talk about the snatch they're getting, and how this girl does it, and how that one does it, and it seems so cold, so mechanical. All they really want is a cunt hole to stick it in. Damn it, Aunt Susan, with you I can feel something really special!" He paused a moment, gave her three extra-sweet, extra-deep thrusts that had Susan's eyes rolling in their sockets.
"Maybe-when I graduate, you know? Or maybe even sooner-is there any chance I could, like, come out to stay with you? No, I'm serious." He fingered her nipple deftly, as if he'd been playing with tits all his young life.
"It wouldn't work," Susan said, wishing to hell and back that it could. "There are so many things to consider. Your mother, for one. No, Jesse, I think you'd better find yourself a girl and start practicing. You're good, but you still have a lot of homework to catch up on."
Susan reached down, fondled his nuts as he fed her his cock meat. He squirmed, sent his prick in at a new angle. "Aunt Sue," he added, "something I've been wondering about. The guys-Tim and Pete-were talking about actresses, you know? And they said that you'd probably sucked a cock for every part you ever got. Is that true?"
She shook her head. "It happens once in a while. To everybody." She hugged him tightly, wiggled around his rod, kissed him. "So what you ought to do is cruise Reckardsville. I mean, Reckardsville is where you are, and it seems like the easiest place for you to find some cunt."
He laughed cynically. "Sure. Now that Pete and Tim and Darlene have told everyone in town that I'm a faggot."
She nodded. "Gossip gets around. Isn't there anything you can do to combat it?"
"Nothing except fucking Darlene Goodpussy till she can't stand up straight. On the white line up the middle of Main Street, at high noon, with everybody in town standing around watching."
His eyes brightened suddenly and he rabbit-fucked his way into Susan seven or eight times, ravaging the tender walls of her fuck-bruised pussy. "Jesus," she whimpered, "will you slow down? I want to feel it, not be killed by it...."
"The Maserati," Jesse purred, slowing down his strokes to a lazy sweet crawl that made Susan's pussy pucker in delight. She leaned her head back, sighing sweetly, happily. "Can I use the Maserati tomorrow, Aunt Sue? Just for a couple of hours? I'll take care of it. I've never gotten a ticket. And it's, like, more important than I can put into words. Okay?" And each of those "okays" were followed in perfect timing by a stroke of cock that went into Susan's churning cunt. She felt her come building, ready to explode, and she'd have said yes to anything.
"Yes," she said, "oh yes yes yes yessssssssss...."
The flame of lust enfolded her and she smeared her creaming pussy all over his groin and balls and just when she most needed it, Jesse's cock came inside her, gushing his last load of the night up Susan's tubes. She sank back, exhausted. Something about the Maserati. That was all she could remember as she dropped almost instantly asleep, her eyes closing heavily even before Jesse had taken his cock out of her cum-stuffed hole. He pulled up the covers and snuggled close to Susan. Tomorrow, he thought smugly, tomorrow is my day!
CHAPTER SEVEN
As soon as the door closed behind her, Terry turned to Susan. Her mouth was moist and her eyes glittered like silver in the sunlight. She opened her arms and drew Susan into her embrace. Terry's tits were loose inside her shirt-Susan had noticed that, the free and unhampered jiggle of her sister's firm full breasts, as Terry ambled from the plane to the terminal, and she'd smiled. It looked good, and she knew how good it felt not to be strapped into a constricting bra and they heaved tenderly with each breath she took.
"I missed you," she said. "I think I missed you more last night than I have in the last twenty years." She took Susan's hand, put it on her breast. "Feel?" she smiled. "Loose and free. You were right. Oh, God...." and she tilted her head, squashed her wet hungry mouth against Susan's.
"Let's go to bed right now," she panted. "Let's make all kinds of crazy love before Jesse gets home, all right?"
Susan pursed her lips and smoothed the shirt's fabric over the end of Terry's tit. The nipple stood out vividly, hard and ready. She sucked in a breath. Her own nipples were tense, and she felt a hunger boiling the blood in her veins. Susan bent forward, kissed the imprint of Terry's nipples. Terry moaned, clutched Susan's head, tried to smother her sister in the heat and excitement of her body. "Let's do it," Terry gasped. "Oh, come on, let's dooooo ittttttt!!!"
Why not? Susan wondered. She was rested from her labors of the previous night. And anyway-it might be another three of four years before she came back to Ohio for a visit. Why not be greedy and do it all?
Strangely, she felt no guilt over making love with Jesse last night, not the slightest trace of guilt, in fact. It had been a marvelous experience for the boy, it had given him a whole new perspective on himself. And, Susan reminded herself, it was good for me, too. My pussy still aches from all that fucking he threw into me, the horny little bastard, but such an ache! Such a sweet, cunty ache! She took Terry's hand and they shared kisses and feels as they marched toward the bedroom. On the way, Terry's shirt got itself unbuttoned and her nipples got themselves fingered vigorously, by fingers that knew how to play with stiff, aroused tits. By the time they reached the bed, Terry was bare to the waist and her head and tits were bathed in a glowing flush of arousal.
"Let me get the vibrator," Terry said. Susan saw the empty wine bottle lying on the floor. Damn! She'd forgotten all about it! She kicked it under the bed while her sister rummaged through the drawer in search of her battery-powered lover. "Oh, shit," Terry said, turning around, the dildo in her hand. ""The batteries are stone dead. Confess, Sue-have you been playing with big sister's toys while she was away? Screw it," Terry grinned, tossing the dildo back into the drawer. "I feel like eating the real thing, you know?" And she put her hands around Susan, slipped them into the top of Susan's slacks, began to play with her sister's ass. "No panties," she observed, squeezing the firm buttocks. "Were you planning a surprise party for me?"
"Mmmm," Susan winked, "I'll never tell." She oozed against Terry, felt the big ripe tits slide all over her chest. Leaning back while Terry held her sweet ass, she undid her own blouse and thrust forth her smaller but just as excited boobs. And then she leaned forward, until her stiff hot nipples were touching Terry's. She felt her sister gasp, and she gasped too. "Take off my pants, hmmm?" she insinuated, writhing where she stood, writhing like a snake dancer.
Thank God the vibrator was out of energy. She didn't know if she could endure having something stuck up her cunt. Except maybe a tongue. And Terry had a lovely, loving tongue. Perhaps it could soothe the fucked-out rawness of Susan's pussy. Susan smiled as her pants dropped, and she stepped out of them. Kneeling, she undid Terry's skirt, eased it down, planted her lips on the crotchpiece of her sister's panties. The pussy lips inside seemed to wiggle responsively as they were kissed, and already Susan could taste the hot wet dew beginning to leak from Terry's hole.
Her tongue played with the creased outline of Terry's twat, pushing panties into the moistening mouth as her tonguing got more vigorous, more excited. Terry lifted up onto tiptoes, came down again, the musky aroma of turned-on snatch floating like clouds around Susan's face. She wiggled her crotch against Susan, moaned, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and jerked them down. Abruptly Susan was kissing bare pussy, and not snatch-flavored panties. It was a subtle difference, but it was all the difference in the world, as far as Susan was concerned. She turned her face upward and began to eat, spreading Terry's pussy lips with her fingers and thrusting her tongue into the sweet wet gap that opened before her.
"One thing-" Terry was groaning "-why in the world did you let Jesse drive off in your Maserati? Aren't you-deeper, please-yesss-aren't you afraid he'll smash it up?"
Susan drew in her breath, pulled back her tongue. "No," she sighed, rocking onto her heels below Terry, "it's okay. He wanted to impress somebody, and you know what a soft touch I am."
Terry smirked, helping Susan to her feet. Her hand went into Susan's crotch. The cunt lips seemed to part with a sigh and Terry's finger sank its way into her sister's snug deep hole. Susan groaned, half in appreciation, half in reminder of the long night's fucking she'd finished this morning. "You are a soft touch," Terry agreed, "and I love to touch you where you're softest."
"Then let's do it like civilized women, on the bed. And we won't even think about Jesse and the Maserati, okay?"
"Okay," Terry agreed, and they bounced onto the mattress. No doubt the springs were still warm from last night's workout. And they were about to get another one, Susan realized happily as her mouth tried to kiss Terry's face and they got legs and hands entwined and busy. She wondered how Jesse was getting along, of course, but it was his game. She couldn't play it for him. But she had plenty of faith in her dynamic young nephew.
* * *
"Jesus," Darlene Goodhugh sighed, leaning back in the bucket seat. "Is this real leather? Honest-to-shit leather? I have never seen a car like this before! Maserati. Is that a really special make? Christ, listen to me! I don't even know why I got in the car with you, Jesse Parrish."
"Because you wanted to be the only girl in Reckardsville who's ever gone eighty miles an hour up the Interstate in a Maserati," Jesse said, pushing the pedal down a little harder. The powerful engine roared and the car picked up more speed. He looked at Darlene. She was rubbing the leather with itchy fingers and her face beamed. He'd known the Maserati would be too much for her to resist.
They'd gone all the way to Logan and back again. Neither of them had spoken about yesterday. Maybe she didn't want to bad-mouth her way out of a ride in an expensive Italian sports car.
He whipped it suddenly, and the back end felt as if it were going to swing all the way around, but he steered into that skidding pattern and they were taking the off-ramp. "Whoooooooooo!!!" Darlene chirped. "When it comes to driving, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" she added.
"What does that mean?" Jesse asked, slowing down for the stop at the end of the off-ramp. He braked, gunning the motor.
Darlene shrugged. They were only a few miles from home, now, and apparently she felt freer to speak. "Whatever you want it to mean. I don't think you're really queer, Jesse. I was just mad because you couldn't keep your cock hard and because you squirted cum all over my belly. Like, you're not a real stud type, maybe a little femmy? But-"
He didn't give her a chance to finish. He zoomed out of the stop with a rush that left Darlene gasping in astonishment and he hung a fast, swirling left. The Maserati swayed every time they rounded a curve and Darlene was hanging onto the dash. Her face was white. "Slow down, you crazy son of a bitch!" she said. "You wanna kill us or something?"
"Or something," Jesse growled throatily. He slowed down when he saw it coming up, that road into the woods where he and the guys had parked yesterday, when they'd sprung Darlene Goodpussy on him. Dust from the dirt path rose in heavy clouds as the Maserati tooled into the trees. When he was out of sight of the highway, he slammed on the brakes, and Darlene jammed forward, bumping her tits on the dash. Big, braless tits encased in a tight t-shirt.
"Shit," she said, leaning back, touching herself with a delicate hand. "What the hell-"
But by then Jesse was out of the car, walking around the front. He grabbed the handle of the passenger's side door, jerked it open. "Out of the car," he told Darlene.
"Fuck yourself," she said, crouching back.
Jesse grabbed her wrist, pulled her out. She fell to her knees, getting dust on her tight jeans, but she was down only for a second. He pulled her upright, still clutching her wrist in a grip of iron. With his other hand, he cupped her chin, turned her face up to stare at his. His mouth came down on hers, hard, hot, wet, and he stabbed his tongue into her oral opening. She shivered, and her tits came against his belly. Her nipples were getting hard, fast. Her free hand touched him on the ribs and began to slide up his body, slowly, uncertainly.
Jesse pulled his mouth loose, gave her a little shove backward. "Hey," she said, "what do you think you're pulling, anyway?" He let go of her wrist and she rubbed it, staring at him. It was the only time he'd ever seen Darlene Goodhugh show the slightest sign of doubt or uncertainty.
"We have some unfinished business. From yesterday," he added, and he grabbed her large round tits. She screamed as his fingers dug into her flesh, but it wasn't exactly a scream of fear. Her nipples were stiff against his palm and his fingers pawed her greedily, lasciviously. He looked at her eyes and they were beginning to grow interested, a liquid film spreading across their brown surfaces.
That was when he took hold of the neck of Darlene's t-shirt and ripped it downward, splitting it in one quick jerk. "Godda-" she blurted, the word dying before it was completed. Jesse spun her around, ripped the back of her t-shirt too, and jerked the torn ends off her arms. He threw the pieces into the weeds and hooked his thumb into the belt loop of her jeans.
She turned around, and it was a startling sight. Her hands were up, shielding her tits-the tits that everyone in Reckardsville had seen, maybe a million times. For the first time in her life Darlene Goodpussy was trying to cover her big ripe jugs and she was slightly stooping, a little shorter than her normal five-three. Her face was pale white and her nostrils twitched. Jesse reached into his pocket, dragged out a penknife. "No," she said, "not that-don't-please. I didn't mean any of those things I said. I really didn't, honest, Jesse-don't cut me-don't...."
He dropped to his knees, took hold of her pants leg, and, with his pen knife, he slashed upward, ripping out the seam along the side. Darlene's long bare leg flashed into view, and there was a tiny red streak on her flesh where the tip of his knifeblade had scratched her tan skin.
"You're crazy!" she shrieked. "I'm in the woods with somebody who's gone fucking CRAZY!"
"Shut the hell up," he said, looking up with an expression that silenced her immediately. He finished the job, ripping her jeans all the way to the waist. Only the waistband itself stayed intact. Bending down, he did the same to her other pants leg while she stood cowering, hands protecting her boobs.
Jesse stood up then, and he looked down at her from his almost twelve-inch superiority in height. Yesterday, he thought, I was the cringing turd and she was shoveling me up like dog shit.
"Take them off," he said, pointing at her ruined pants.
"What the hell is there to take off?" she asked. He didn't answer, just folded his knife, put it back in his pocket. And he kept staring.
"Okay," Darlene said, shivering. She loosened one fist from her tit and reached down to undo the button of her jeans. They weren't tight on her hips and legs any longer, and they fell as soon as the button popped. Under them, she was wearing a pair of tiny bikini panties. Jesse couldn't help smiling at the sight, but that didn't affect his determination. He reached into her crotch, seized a fistful of panties and pussy, and gave them a sharp wrenching twist. Darlene closed her eyes, squealed, and stood on tiptoes, but his hand remained tight and possessive.
"Now your panties," he said. "Take off your panties. Let's get another look at that pussy of yours. Out here in the sunlight, where I can really see it."
"Yesssss-" Her voice was frightened, hissing. She removed her panties quickly, and it was obvious she wasn't sure whether to cover her tits or her snatch. She ended up doing neither, only stood there with her arms hanging limply at her sides. Naked, he thought. Totally naked. Totally vulnerable.
Lazily, he undressed himself. His cock had begun to swell inside his pants almost from the moment he'd torn off her t-shirt, but he'd paid no attention and he was pleasantly surprised to see how fiercely his peter thrust out when he pulled down his jeans and shorts in the same slow motion. His rod eased over the top of the descending pants and poked forth, the red cock knob swollen, blood pumping majestically into his thickening organ. He was at full mast, big and hard, and he knew that Darlene's eyes were focused on his prick. He saw her eyes enlarge, noticed the little husky intake of breath she made as he stood before her, finally, naked.
"On your knees," he told the cowering girl. "Get on your knees and suck my cock. Make it good. I want a better blowjob than the one you gave that dog."
"Now, wait a minute," Darlene said, flushing. "I'm not the one who blows dogs."
"What difference does it make?" Jesse shrugged. "One slut is as good as another, when a cunt is what you need. And I need one. Right now. So start sucking. And be careful with your teeth."
Jesus! he thought. Is this really happening? Did last night really happen? Am I the same Jesse who was scared cockless of this girl yesterday? And she's just a girl. Tits, ass, pussy and legs. That's all she is. He sighed, and there was a kind of emptiness inside him. When he was finished with Darlene Goodhugh, she'd know she had been fucked, and fucked to a frazzle, but even before it could get started he knew it wouldn't satisfy him.
But a revenge-screw, a fair trade for the mercy-fuck she'd taunted him with yesterday. "Well?" he said menacingly. She dropped to her knees, grinding them into the dust as she crouched before him. "Suck it, bitch," he added, growling.
Darlene reached for his cock, stroked it with trembly fingers. She breathed onto him, hesitant breathing. "Eat me," he said. "I'm not going to tell you again. And push your hair back, out of the way. I want to watch you while you're paying me for that Maserati ride. So what are you waiting for?"
"You bastard," she said throatily, sincerely. "You really are a faggot, you know that? A fucking homo-"
She held the "o" sound just a little too long. While her lips were rounded and the sound was still coming out, Jesse pointed his cock at her redlipped oval and thrust, deep into her squawking mouth. He touched her cheeks, snapped them tight around him, and he started to fuck in and out, much faster, than she could keep up With. Darlene started to make choking sounds, and he could see tears glistening on her eyelids. But she pushed her hair back, out of the way, and he felt her tongue begin to make circles around his thrusting, stabbing cock.
She had a good tongue, he was forced to admit, and it began to play inventive, unexpected flourishes on his rod. With a belated compassion, he slowed down on his in-out pounding. She put her hand on his abdomen, just above the root of his tool, and slid her other hand between his legs. The edge of her arm brushed his nuts from time to time, and he picked up her rhythm.
She was starting to get into it, he decided. Every now and then Darlene made little cooing sounds around his rod and her tongue got frisky, licking hard at the tip of him when most of his pecker was pulled back for another in-thrust. Her tongue flitted into the slitted end of Jesse's rod and he felt a weakening in his knees. She really was good. She ought to be. He was the only guy in Reckardsville who'd never gotten a blowjob from her.
If she'd been scared at the beginning, she wasn't scared any longer. At least, not too scared. She was sucking now, really sucking, and tonguing, and cheeking, and trying to get him into the top of her throat. She wasn't as good as Aunt Susan.
Still, he thought, plunging his cock into Darlene's wet mouth, second-rate head wasn't so bad. Especially when you were getting it! He pressed deeply, felt his cock tickle the top of her throat, felt her gulp in a vain effort to swallow him. Shit! As swollen as his cock was, she'd have had an easier job trying to swallow her foot! Still, he gave her an extra thrust for good measure, just to feel the satisfaction he got when her throat muscles strained against him.
He heard the slurps and smacks, saw his cock rod emerge from her mouth covered with foamy drool. Her eyes were shut tightly now and she was giving it everything she had, sucking like a leech, really working tongue, lips, and cheeks on his dong. Jesse felt his cock swelling even more mightily in her mouth, and he thrust into her vigorously several times, relishing the memory of the woman who had made this possible. Aunt Susan, he thought. I wonder if I'll have a chance to slip it to her again before she goes back to Hollywood.
"Enough," he growled, and that growl was only a mask. He didn't feel half so gruff and commanding as he sounded. Indeed, Darlene had done some hellish sweet things to his prick, especially when she tried to work her tongue into the opening at his tip. She'd done it again, just a moment ago, while he was pausing for the next thrust, and he'd been scared shitless he would blast his cum right then, right there, fill her mouth with a bucketful of hot gushing semen. And he didn't want that. Not just yet.
Darlene crouched back, wiping froth from her lips. She was grinning, ever so slightly, as if she'd just learned something too secret to tell but too juicy to keep bottled up inside herself. "Why didn't you bring this one with you yesterday?" she simpered, stroking Jesse's cock. Little bubbles of her spit glistened up and down his red, well-sucked shaft and she massaged them into her skin. "We could have had a really good time, you know?"
He reached out with his foot, tapped her in the belly, and she went sprawling onto her ass in the dirt. Puffing, she sat up, but Jesse was on his knees beside her. "Don't bother," he said. "I put you where I want you, and that's where you're staying. No. On second thought. Turn over. On your belly. Yeah." He squeezed her ass. It was a soft, squeezable ass, moist with sweat and dusty where she'd been groveling on the ground.
Jesse pinched her gently, then gave her a resounding whack! with the flat of his hand. It sounded like a gunshot and left a big red mark on the untanned cheek of her right buttock. Darlene moaned, and he whacked her again. He heard her sob, and then he couldn't help himself. He began to spank her bottom vigorously, until she burst into tears and she was writhing on her belly, on the ground, her thighs opening and closing. He saw the flap-like lips of her cunt sticking out, and his hand left off spanking, dropped into her crotch and began to pull on her cunt.
Again she squirmed, and again she said, "Goddamn you, you son of a bitch...." but she wasn't crying now. Her pussy lips were responding to his crude, energetic stimulation. He knew it was crude. He wanted it to be crude. His finger slipped into her, and he smelled the aroma of a hot cunt. He worked his finger in and out. Her ass lifted and she was getting wet and juicy, all around his probing digit. "Aaaaahhhhh...." That was Darlene, moaning. She had stopped crying for good, it appeared, and she was swiveling her bottom, sucking up his finger. As good a time as any, Jesse thought.
"Spread 'em," he commanded, and her legs split widely. He knelt behind her, between her dusty thighs, and he leaned forward. The tip of his red cock he aimed downward, and it touched her twat forcefully. She opened, and he went inside, his belly smacking against the swell of her curvy ass.
He took her fully, deeply, that first stroke, driving into her past the moist outer part of her tube, into the depths, where she was dry and tight and unprepared. Darlene shrilled in protest, but he had her pinned to the ground and his cock was buried in her tunnel. He pushed harder, grinding against the helpless girl. She beat her fists on the dirt, but her pussy began to ooze around him, and he felt the clever, delicate play of her internal muscles.
"Oh, Jesus," she said in astonishment that couldn't have been faked. "Oh, Jesse!" And then, as he began to fuck in and out of her with a driving, not-to-be-denied tempo, she started to chant, "Jesus, Jesse Jesus Jesse, Jesse!"
Her body thrashed under him. He rode with Darlene, getting his hands under the girl. She moaned when he got her by one fat-nippled tit, and she screamed when his other hand slid lower, got hold of her clitoris and began to squeeze it on the off-beat of his fucking pattern. He thought she was going to buck him off, spit him out, the way she was convulsing.
But she wasn't. It was only the fuck-frenzy taking over Darlene Goodpussy, and as he rocked and fucked, he could understand why she was so popular. When she fucked, she really fucked!
And she damned sure wasn't scared any longer. Her pussy was rippling and sucking, and he knew she was having an orgasm. Not a big one, but a come was a come, and Darlene was coming. He thought of her face yesterday, when she'd taunted him, and he thought of her face today, when he'd ripped her t-shirt away, and he fucked harder, luxuriating in his revenge. Goddamn it, he reflected between strokes, let's see what kind of stories she spreads about me now! His cock felt bigger and harder than ever, and he knew that if he'd been a boy yesterday, he was damned sure a man today.
He reared back, dragging his prick through her crack at an angle which made her scream again, and he knew she was loving it. His hand slid off her tit, for he couldn't reach that low and pump her from this direction, but he was still cuddling her clit, and he started to stroke her crack now, sliding his finger from the jabbing hulk of his dick backward, past her tight-looking, cherry-red asshole. He and Aunt Sue had done a little asshole tickling last night, especially when she got that goddamn vibrator inside him and showed him a whole new way of getting hard in a hurry.
He slipped his middle finger right into her cunt, stabbing alongside his peter, and she was kinda tight to begin with, so by the time he got his finger inside her too, the fit was snug as hell. "GODDDDDD!!!!" she yelped at the top of her lungs. "Don't DOOOOOOOOOO that!!!!"
But he did it, fingerfucking and cockfucking until his finger was sticky wet with her juices. They didn't smell so fishy, now that she was aroused, or maybe he was just getting used to it. He didn't know, didn't really care. He took his wet finger to the tiny opening of Darlene's anus and he started to work her little hole, work it till it spread, making room for his finger.
"Oh, no," she sobbed, "don't do that to me, Jesse, please don't do that to me, I don't like it...."
"You don't have to like it," he snarled. "This is my party."
And even as he spoke, her hole dilated further and his finger plunged inside. Jesus, you talk about tight! Jesse thought, corkscrewing his way up Darlene's shitter. His cock thrust deeply too, and he was amazed to discover that he could actually feel his rod working inside her pussy tube, that there seemed to be only a thin wall of flesh separating asshole from pussyhole. He tested with his finger and, Christ, he could actually feel the pulsations that shot through his peter, on the other side of that wall of fleshy tissue, could feel the throbbing of blood that kept him hard and stiff and at his work.
"No, my God, no," Darlene kept saying, but with a prick in her twat and a digit in her ass, she couldn't lie still. She was getting it from both holes at the same time and, to make it worse still, Jesse kept using his fingers on her clit, pinching it. Yesterday he'd been unable even to find the damned thing, but here it was today, swollen like a pebble in his grip. He'd never lose track of a clit again. He could find one in the dark, with both hands tied behind him. Might be fun trying that.
Her asshole widened as his finger kept thrusting and prodding, and that's when it hit him. Aunt Sue had used that dildo in his ass last night. He still remembered the stars he'd seen when she plunged it into him. His shithole was tight, but no tighter than Darlene's. And he'd been able to take it. Why shouldn't she?
He knew he'd need lubrication to get it in her, but his cock, ramming in and out of her juicing crack, was absolutely reeking with lubricative juices. All that girl-cum oozing from the walls of her pussy?
He jerked his cock out of her pussy, and she sank onto her belly on the ground. He got his hand off her clit, put his fingers on her cheeky ass. She was greasy with sweat and more than a little dusty. Her pussy was on fire. She was sobbing into the dirt, saying, "Oh, Christ, Jesse, what are you tryin' to do to me?"
"Lift your ass and I'll show you," he announced and, to his surprise, the young girl obediently raised her bottom. He spread her cheeks viciously, making her squirm and sway, and he leaned in with his erect, slimy cock sticking out. It touched her, near the anus, and she writhed. Jesse reached down, captured his prick, and placed the point firmly against her anal opening. He heard her moan, but it didn't stop him. The sphincter muscles must have been a little groggy from the fingering he'd given her, for they opened quickly. His cockhead slipped inside.
"OH, SHITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!" Darlene squealed, and she tried to rear up, to dislodge him. "I don't doooooooooo that!!!" she was hollering, but almost before she could finish the plea, she did do that. Four of Jesse's eight inches of stiff bony cock were buried in her shit chute and he was grunting, squeezing her buttocks, straining a gut in his effort to stuff the rest of his rod into Darlene's rectum.
He hadn't done this with Aunt Susan, though they'd talked about it. "Not with your tool, love," Aunt Sue had grinned, stroking his balls. "A finger fits me perfectly, but I don't allow myself to be cornholed by a fencepost. We can still be friends, though, can't we?" and in a moment or two they were into a hot, sixty-nine, proving that they were excellent friends.
But Darlene wasn't Aunt Susan. She'd humiliated him yesterday and, in a small town like Reckardsville, a guy couldn't afford to be humiliated. Tomorrow Darlene Goodpussy would have a different story to tell.
"My God, don't stop," she panted as he slowed down his thrusts for a moment. "I think I'm gonna come!"
"I thought you didn't do this," he countered, pushing a little harder, deeper. She sighed ecstatically.
"I do now," she said with a throaty, hoarse giggle. "Oh, God, Jesus, it's so tight, and it feels like you're tearing me to pieces, but-I'm not bleeding am I? Honest? Oh, Jeeze, I'm crammed full-I've never been so full of anything or anybody. I feel like I want to shit-uuuggghhh-can you go deeper, huh, baby? Just a little deeper?"
He couldn't believe his own ears. She was getting off on being assfucked! Her butt switched and twitched from side to side, anal tube clenching around his dick, trying to swallow him whole, the way she'd swallowed him with her pussy. He dug in a little tighter with his hands on her buttocks, and he started to work his cock in and out as fast, as ferociously as he could.
She came on his fifth insertion. Really came. Screaming her guts out. His thighs were between hers, keeping her spread, and one of his legs brushed her fluffy beaver, pushed up for a second to stimulate the flappy lips of her twat. And they were drenched! He could even feel her juice running down the insides of her thighs, almost as if she were pissing herself while he fed her his cock. But she wasn't. It was only cum. Her belly shook and her head flopped around and he could feel vibrations running through her entire body. Her ass closed around him, tighter and sweeter than his fist had ever been.
His blood was heating and his balls ached with the heavy load they would soon be spurting, and he knew that he was a breath away from orgasm. So make the most of it, Jesse! he told himself. He gripped Darlene savagely, rammed his prick into her ass as deeply as he could go-six or seven inches of him entering her tight rectum, he estimated-and he emptied his balls in a series of gut-wrenching convulsions that left him numb and shaking. He wasn't sure if she even noticed. She hadn't come down from her own climax yet. His cock eased out of her, softening as he emerged, and from the pucker of her asshole, even redder now, thanks to the spreading and fucking he'd given it, he saw the first trickles of his semen begin to leak out. It looked as if she were ejaculating slowly, through her asshole.
Jesse rocked back, and Darlene flopped down, moaning and groaning in a weak trembly voice. "Still think I'm not masculine enough?" he said, slapping her ass one more time for good luck.
She rolled over. Her tits and her belly were grimy with dust, but her nipples were still hard and sweat oozed from every pore of her body. She reached down, felt herself, testing first her pussy, then slipping into her crack for a feel of her anus. "Oh, wow," she sighed, wincing at the tenderness, "I think I have been fucked."
"Come on, get your ass picked up. It's almost six o'clock and I have to get home. I want to go cruising tonight and see what kind of really good pussy a man can pick up around here."
"You know a hell of a lot about pussy," Darlene observed. "Anyway, you tore up my clothes. My jeans! I soaked them in the bathtub for hours, shrinking them till they fit just right. And now they're ruined."
"I gave you a real cock in trade," he said. "Fair exchange."
She made a face, then started to laugh. "But I can't go home naked, Jesse," she added.
He shrugged. "There's a sweatshirt and jeans in the car. They should fit you. That's why I brought them." They were Aunt Sue's, and the pants might be a little tight around Darlene's ample ass, but hell, she'd just have to hold her breath.
"What about my mother?" Darlene asked. "What will she say when I come home and I'm not wearing the same clothes I had on-"
"Lie to her," Jesse suggested callously. "You think I give a shit?"
She frowned, then smiled, and she stretched out on the ground, lifting one knee. He could see her juicy twat and its nest of black fur, the pink wet lips sticking out, still coated in her cum. I did that, he reminded himself. I fucked her and I made her come and I made her scream. "Jesseeee," she wheedled, "do we really have to go back so soon? I mean, maybe we could ... you know ... again???"
Jesse laughed. "Maybe. Slide over here." He wiggled his finger and she came crawling. "My prick," he announced. "Suck it hard for me."
She looked up, shocked. "But you had it in my asshole!"
"Yeah," he agreed, and "I'll have it there again too, so you might as well get used to the taste. Suck me a little. My cock and my balls. Don't forget my balls. But be careful. And while you're down there, you might as well give me a rim job, too. Make it a good one. When I'm up good and hard, I might let you be on top. But only for a while."
"Oh, Jesse," she said breathlessly, "you know what you are? You're a real bastard! How many girls would let somebody treat them the way you've treated me? How many girls would take that kind of talk from you? How many-"
"Shut up and start sucking. And when you clean out your pussy, I just might return the favor." He closed his eyes as she began to lick his cock. Whatever reluctance she had about tasting her ass juices seemed to disappear, once she'd gotten started. Her sucking was fast and good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan paused in the doorway. Terry looked so lovely when she was sleeping, touseled hair hanging in ringlets around her flushed round face. Nipples just beginning to retract. The sweet smell of pussy freshening the bedroom air. Susan sighed, leaned against the door frame and rubbed her breasts and her cunt.
They'd finished an hour-long bout, one that totally exhausted Terry. Well, Susan thought, I'm kinda knocked out myself. It was so intense, so wild and lustful when they made it together, she and her sister. How in the world had either of them gone so many years without a bedroom reunion?
She closed her robe, tied the sash and shut the door behind her. What time was it, anyway? Almost seven. Early enough in summer, but Jesse hadn't come in yet, and she was beginning to worry a little about him. Had it been such a good idea, giving him the Maserati for a day, encouraging his plan to-what else could you call it?-rape Darlene Goodhugh? God, what if it had gone wrong? What if Darlene had resisted, maybe gone to the police or something. Could the town whore press rape charges?
Even so, she was glad he hadn't come in while she and Terry were moaning their guts out in the bedroom, each sister doing her best to stick her head up the other sister's twat. It felt so good, but the boy wouldn't understand.
Mmmmm. The car. She'd know the sound of her engine anywhere. She breathed a sigh of relief, dried her pussy with a tissue, and arose from the john.
Jesse came in through the back door, the kitchen door, just as she came out of the bathroom. One look at his face told her it had worked. She smiled, and then he was on her, embracing her tightly, kissing her face, her neck, burrowing into the v-neck of her robe, his lips smearing hot wet kisses onto her tits.
"Stop it," she said in a low voice, trying to break free. He pressed her with his crotch and, though she could smell the fragrant, pungent odor of sex enfolding her nephew's body, his cock was astir inside his pants. "Do you go around like this all the time?" she asked, reaching down and fingering the bulge in his tight jeans.
He replied, but only after he'd slipped his hand into her robe and cupped a round, warm tit. "How can anybody ever get enough?" he asked, so wide-eyed she could tell at once he was dead serious.
He leaned in again, and his prick was harder still. "Didn't you fuck Darlene?" she asked, evading his hot, open-mouthed kisses.
"Twice," he said. "Well, more than twice." He raised his hand, started counting off. "Once in the mouth, then in the cunt, then in the asshole-she loved it!-in the mouth again, in the pussy again-and I finished off between her tits. I sprayed juice all over her face and she lapped it up like a cat chasing spilled milk across the floor." He squeezed his aunt's boob. "She called me a bastard one minute and the next she was licking shit off my cock."
"My God," Susan laughed softly, "you have a gift for language!"
"But," he went on, "do you know what it meant? It meant that I fucked Darlene Goodpussy. When I dropped her off downtown, I realized that she could walk around the corner and die and I wouldn't even care. She was just a piece of ass. Aunt Susan, fucking is so much more important than that, isn't it? I mean, that's what you showed me last night. People who care about each other, who like each other, who like to be with each other. Aunt Susan, I-I want to fuck you. Right now. I want to do it while I still remember Darlene, and I want to see just how much difference there really is. Please, Aunt Sue? Please?"
"Your mother-she's asleep-" Susan shook her head, flushing, trying to ignore the insistence of his body touching hers, the stiffness in his pants thrust hard and firm against her thigh. "We can't, Jesse. No more. It's too much for me to handle. I-"
And she looked up into his face and she knew she couldn't refuse him, no matter how insane it was even to think of bedding him while Terry was in the house. His eyes-he had his mother's eyes, and she was no more able to resist Jesse than she was able to resist his mother. I got out of bed at two in the afternoon, Susan thought, and I am being seduced for the second time in five hours.
"Fast," she said. "Fast and quiet. And I mean quiet. If your mother finds out, if she hears us and comes to see what's wrong-oh, Jesse, this is absolutely the last time. You get that straight. You don't need me any longer. The last time."
"The last time," he repeated.
She dropped the robe onto the floor beside his bed. The bed was really too narrow for fucking, but they had no choice. The one they'd used last night was occupied right now, occupied by Terry, sleeping blissfully and in satiation, and thank God Teresa was ignorant of what was going on in the other bedroom. Susan moved, naked, against Jesse, and his stiff cock rose like a hot lance of flesh between their bare bodies. She stood on tiptoes, kissed his face, relishing the feel of him against her belly, the throb of blood pulsing into his dick, keeping him hard and stiff and ready, against the moment when he would spread her thighs and ram his pecker into her aching, hungry twat.
I want him, she thought. I really do want him. Desperately. In spite of Terry and what we just finished. I'm ready to do it again, this time with a cock and balls. My nephew's cock and balls. Oh, what the hell? It's all in the family. She pulled him down onto the bed and her hand closed around his cock. It was sticky and wet from the labors it had shared with Darlene, but he was incredibly hard, lusciously thick. If she hadn't known it was physically impossible, she could almost have convinced herself that Jesse's cock had grown since the last time it had invaded her twat, in the pre-dawn hours this morning. She stroked him from cocktip to balls, let her hand slide down to cup and cuddle his heavy sac of nuts, and he was busy suckling her stiff nipples, biting the ends of her breasts. "Don't leave marks," she warned him. "At least-ohhhhh-not big ones."
"How about this big one?" he asked, guiding both her hands down, wrapping them around his rod. He flexed for her, allowed Susan to sample the incredible, youthful power and energy that flooded his young body. "I gave Darlene dirty water," he said. "I saved my cum for you, Aunt Susan, and I have so much to give you-"
"Don't talk so loud," she moaned in concern, but every pulsation of that sweet hard cock she grasped with both hands sent concern a little further to the back of Susan Caton's mind. She ached to fuck it, she longed to suck it. She wanted to do everything to that delicious cock of her nephew's, and she wanted to do it now! God, it was so insane, what they were doing with each other! But was it any more insane than what she and Terry had just finished?
Susan shifted around on the bed, one of her legs dangling over the edge. Oh, damn it, she stopped worrying when she got her mouth on Jesse's dick. It slipped in, and there was a faint, anchovy-like flavor lingering on his flesh. Not pleasant, till her tongue had gotten used to it. Darlene's legacy? She supposed so. As Jesse's cock slipped deeper into her mouth she forgot everything-everything but eating!
He spread her legs, pulled her crotch atop his face, and started tonguing his way up into her cunt. She squirmed in delight. He'd learned his lessons well, last evening, early this morning. From a total novice he was developing into a good journeyman. Not a master yet, but it shouldn't take him long to get there. His tongue made circles around her clit, tipping it off occasionally with a well-placed flick, and she saw stars exploding before her eyes. That is, she saw them when her eyes weren't full of the lovely sight of Jesse's prick.
Susan mouthed her way up and down his cock, nibbling his outer skin. She took his balls in her mouth, one at a time, and she sucked them delicately, as such precious, tender stones deserved. She pushed his balls out of the way and got her tongue into the crack of his ass, licking his little tiny hole with frisky abandon. Had he really stuck his cock up Darlene's asshole? God! Ass-fucking was a great trip for some people, but Susan found it uncomfortable.
Her tongue tingled happily as she gobbled her nephew's rod. He was leaking cum, thick and sweet, and the bubbles tickled her taste buds in the most pleasant fashion. Some cocks were great to fuck, lousy to suck, some were vice-versa. A man might not have the strength or the bulk to fuck her the way she liked to be fucked. His cum might have an acrid taste or a sour taste. Jesse was the best of both worlds. His cock was a delight to have in her snatch, a joy to feel throbbing in her mouth. It was beautiful to look at, even, though how any woman could look at such a cock for more than a split second was beyond Susan's comprehension. He had the kind of cock that stirred lustful thoughts in her mind, and the sight of it, the feel of it, made her pussy pucker, her desires heighten.
"Mmmmm, yes, darling, eat me, just that way-you're learning. Have you been practicing with someone else?" she asked slyly.
"I thought I invented it just now," Jesse grinned into her pouting puss. He squeezed her buttocks, lapped up into her box once more, and Susan felt the throb of an orgasm shoot through her body. What's he going to be like when he hits eighteen? she wondered in delight, her tongue playing its wicked circles around the bulk of his hardened tool.
It had been a long, long time since Susan's last really satisfying relationship. She'd come home for a vacation in middle America, found herself in the middle of not one, but two affairs-one with her sister, one with her nephew. And both of them so hot, so passionate, so consuming! And so soon they'd be ending.
Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth loose from Jesse's cock. She would have enjoyed tasting his cum, hot and milky in her mouth, but even more than that, she desired to fuck him, to feel her snug pussy contract around his thick sweet rod. And there wasn't time enough to do both. God only knew how much longer Terry would be asleep. It had to be fast, no matter how she wanted to prolong the delight. Susan released his cock and rolled over, disconnecting his mouth and her pussy. He had a disappointed look on his face but she was adamant. "It has to be this way, Jesse." And, much as it hurt, "We may not get another chance to do it at all while I'm here. Or ever. And the thought of that kills me, darling, but I'm afraid it, too, has to be that way. Now come up here and give Aunt Susan a big juicy kiss and let me taste my cum on your mouth. And while you're doing it, how about slipping me that big hot rod of yours, mmmm? I let you drive my hot rod today. Now you give me a ride on yours."
She sat back, spreading her thighs, and he slipped neatly into the spread. She raised her legs, lifting her pussy somewhat, and Jesse tickled the lips of her twat with the end of his cock rod. Cunt cream dripped from her cunt and she sighed from deep in her belly as his prong went into her. She leaned toward him, wrapping arms and legs around his body, and her mouth sought his in a kiss of fire. A sitting fuck was something she enjoyed once in a while. Depth of penetration wasn't great, but the steady in-out could friction the hell out of her cunt and that was what counted.
They kissed, rocking back and forth, cock slipping in and out, and Susan's heart beat wildly behind her left tit, each beating pulsation seeming to stiffen her nipples a little more, to juice her pussy that much more lubriciously, allowing his rod to slide with greater and greater ease. "This is beautiful," she whispered into his mouth as she nibbled his lips. "I wish it never had to end."
"Let's pretend it doesn't," he whispered back. "Aunt Sue, it really means something when I do it with you-it means something! It feels great too, but it's not like masturbating, and it's not like fucking Darlene Goodpussy, either.
"I can-I really can," Susan husked. "And that's the hardest part of all. When I make it with you, when Te-" She stopped in horror. She'd almost been ready to say "When Terry and I make love!" Her face colored violently. Concentrate on your fucking, Susan, she warned herself. Your mouth can get you into trouble. As if you didn't already know that! "Make it good," she purred. "Make it good for me, Jesse. You know how."
* * *
Terry Parrish rolled over in the bed, her arm swinging, lightly, airily. Her eyes were almost closed and her head was in neutral. All she wanted was to touch her sister's body, to feel Susan beside her in the bed.
But Susan wasn't there.
Terry sat up with a start, blinking to clear her eyes of sleep. She looked at the clock. It was seven-thirty. She'd been asleep for half an hour or more. A very nice nap, especially after the bout of sex she and Susan had given each other. Terry's bed still gave off the aroma of wet pussy and sweet cum. She sighed, breathing in that scent. But where was Susan? Terry was on the verge of calling out. No, she thought. I'll sneak up on her. Surprise her with a hand in a strategic place. She giggled girlishly at the idea. I don't feel so old anymore, she thought friskily. I feel like a teenager. Susan's visit has taken twenty years off my life. Oh, God, I want her again!
She got out of bed, put on her robe and fuzzy slippers, to better muffle the sounds of her feet. What if Jesse had come home? She hesitated as she started to open the bedroom door. Well, she'd send him on an errand. Any kind of excuse that would leave her and Susan alone #in the house, give her access to the dripping treasure between her sister's thighs.
She stepped out of the bedroom, looked first into the living room. No Susan. She turned toward the kitchen. No Susan. Wait a minute. There were sounds. A radio? No music. Maybe it was a talk show. Jesse must be in his bedroom listening to the radio. But where was Susan? Well, perhaps her son would know. Terry peeked out the window, saw both the Maserati and her own Subaru parked outside. Susan couldn't have gone far. And it would give her the chance to send Jesse off, too. She nodded, went down the hall toward his bedroom door. She tapped twice, a pair of brisk rap-raps, and then she opened the door.
"Oh, my God!" she said, lurching back in total disbelief.
CHAPTER NINE
They stared back at her, and Susan couldn't even find the presence of mind to push Jesse loose, to cover herself. What she'd most feared had indeed happened. Terry had seen them, and Terry was not a stupid woman. No lie, no crazy story would cover what Terry's blue-gray eyes had revealed to her. Susan and Jesse, naked, fucking.
Jesse's cock went soft at once and his face blanched paper-white.
"Susan," Terry said, in the smallest, most agonizing voice Susan Caton had ever heard.
"It's not what you think," Susan said. She threw Jesse a sheet end so he could cover himself. The boy took it gratefully, pulled it up to his waist. He shrank toward the wall, a pitiful remnant of the virile, sex-charged man he had been only seconds ago.
"Then what is it?" Terry demanded, tears filling her eyes. "Susan, you can't tell me I didn't see what I saw! You and Jesse-you, my sister, and my son, you were-" Tears emerged from her eyes, started to roll down her cheeks. "Susan, I want you to leave this house. Now."
Susan flared suddenly. No soap opera passion now, simply her own personal rage. "All right," she said. "I'll go. But don't you think it's a little unfair?"
"You were committing incest," Terry said. "Isn't that a little unfair? Seducing an innocent boy?"
"Incest?" Susan said. "I'll give you incest. Okay, Teresa. You saw it. I'm not denying a goddamned thing. I can't deny anything! But do you have a set of rules that say incest is okay when it's you and me committing it, to use your word, but a big no-no when it's anyone else?"
"SUSAN!" Terry said, eyes enlarging. The voice seemed to echo in the room, until Susan realized that Jesse had also spoken her name in the same breath as his mother.
"Yes," Susan replied. She turned to Jesse. "When I came into the kitchen and met you, twenty minutes ago, I had just crawled out of bed. Your mother's bed. We'd been making love. We did it yesterday, while you were out with your friends. When we were teenagers, we did it all the time. Eat one another, finger one another, suck nipples until they hurt so beautifully ... I'm not ashamed of that, either, Teresa, and if you are, then I'm ashamed of you. But I won't let you double-standard me. Not you."
Now it was Terry's turn to blush scarlet. There was a long silence in the room. Jesse finally broke it. "Am I hearing things?" he asked. "You-and Mom? Doing it????"
"Yes," Susan said, still watching her sister's face. "And doing it splendidly."
Terry was sobbing uncontrollably now. Susan got up from the bed and went to her sister, embraced her. Like yesterday, Terry began to cry on Susan's shoulder while Susan stroked her hair. Jesse stared from the bed, his eyes full of wonder and amazement. "I love you," Susan whispered. "I love you and I love Jesse too. If you want me to go, I'll go. If you never want to see me again, I'll live with it. But you've got to be honest. With me and with yourself. Move over, Jesse. She needs to sit down." And with that, she led Terry to the bed.
"I-I guess it really isn't that much different," Terry sobbed, wiping her eyes, "but, oh, Susan, it shocked me-he's my little boy-"
"He's nobody's little boy," Susan grinned. "He's a man. All man. There were a few doubts on that score at first, but not any longer." She took a deep breath. "Don't be too embarrassed, Jesse," and then she told most of it to Teresa. She omitted a few details, such as the fact that she and Jesse had gone at the act of fucking long after the boy was convinced of his virility, that they had fucked all through the night with frenzied heat. And she smoothed over some of the aspects of Jesse's afternoon visit to Darlene Goodpussy. But she got her point across, or so she felt when she'd finished speaking, and the look in Terry's eyes seemed to say "I understand-I think."
Susan took that for a good omen. She cupped her sister's chin, tilted her face upward, smeared Terry's mouth with a kiss that was not exactly sisterly. But as the salty, tear-flavored mouth began to melt against hers, Susan found passion and desire building like a stoked fire inside her body. She kissed Terry, kissed her savagely, even got her tongue into action.
Through it all, she was conscious of Jesse's eyes on them, but she didn't care. It was only just that Jesse should get a bird's eye view of the feeling that existed between his mother and his aunt. God knew, his secrets had been laid bare, willing or not. And maybe, Susan thought, just maybe I'm laying it on heavier than I should. But I don't care.
"You want to touch me," she whispered into Terry's mouth. "So touch me."
Terry looked at Susan, then at Jesse. Slowly her hand came up, formed a cup around Susan's right breast. Susan leaned back a little, and she knew that Jesse could see it, could see his mother fondling his aunt, could see the stiff nipple that thrust up between Terry's caressing fingers. Susan smiled and undid the sash of Terry's robe. "No secrets?" she told her sister. Terry nodded shyly, face flushed. Susan flung the robe open, and Terry sat on the bed, all but nude.
Jesse's eyes were the ones that popped now. He gulped at the sight of his mother's body. Goddamn, he thought. All these years she's actually had a body under her clothes! He took in the large breasts and their big, round, dark-colored nipples. Big tits, but not saggy. And that patch of hair between her legs. Thick and flossy. A lot thicker than Aunt Sue's. He couldn't quite see his mother's slit in the tangle of dark curls, but he knew it was there. He could smell it, and the smell was aromatic, like musky perfume in his nostrils. He felt a twitching in his belly. He felt a twitching in his loins. He looked down, saw that the sheet which covered him was beginning to tent upwards as his cock filled with lust and interest.
Aunt Susan bent her head and licked one of his mother's nipples. Mom's face got really red, but she didn't turn away or make any fuss. Instead, she looked at him and he knew she could see how hard he was getting, how that sheet kept lifting up and up.
Susan's hand slid down Terry's belly, into the curly patch of dark hair. Jesse gulped again. Mom made a face of ecstasy, a gleam, a glow seeming to beam like a light from her features. He knew that look. Aunt Susan made it every time he got his fingers onto her pussy lips and started tickling her clit. Was Aunt Sue doing that to Mom, right here, right now, in front of him? His cock sprang up and there was no way it would ever go down! His balls ached and, if he could have gotten out of the room gracefully, as hard as he was, he'd have gone into the bathroom and jerked himself till his prick was raw and bleeding.
Susan diddled in Mom's bush, and Mom started to squirm. Jesse, panting, sat up a little, and the sheet fell away from his hard cock. He didn't care now. He was stiff, and he'd be this stiff for the rest of his life. It was a fact and the world would have to make allowances for it.
"My God," Susan said, raising her head from Mom's tit. She pointed, and Terry's head turned once more. Jesse was squatting on his heels, his cock sticking up like an eight-inch flagpole.
Susan crawled around her sister, slithered toward her nephew. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening, and her hand snaked out, seized his cock. Jesse groaned aloud, and Teresa made a choking sound, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Pale-faced, she watched, nibbling her knuckles-she watched as Susan drew the stiff rod down, toward her mouth, as Susan's tongue eased from between her lips, began to lick the end of Jesse's peter. "Susan," she said, but it was a soft utterance, like a whisper. A moment later Susan was rising, filling her mouth with Jesse's cock. She sucked, actively, her cheeks drawn in, her head moving up and down. She could have taken him deeper than she did, but her business was not in showing off a deep throat technique.
"Well?" she said, turning to Terry, her hand wrapped around Jesse's cock. She squeezed, and a bubble of cum formed in the slitted tip. It was a large bubble, oozing from Jesse's stalk with snail-like slowness.
Susan leaned down. She held Jesse's cock with one hand, cupped her tit in the other. She made her nipples move across the end of her nephew's rod, made it scoop up that bubble of jism. It was white and milky on her brown nipples, like a pearl adornment for the tit. She looked down at her cum-coated nipple, and then she looked at Terry. "Would you like to taste it?" she wondered. "I-I couldn't-"
"Double standard again?" Susan asked.
Terry frowned. Her large tits swaying, she moved slowly toward her sister. "Lick me," Susan whispered. "Lick me and lick Jesse, all at the same time. Efficient, mmmm?"
Terry groaned, and her head moved down. She cupped Susan's offered tit and forced the nipple into her mouth. She sucked avidly, once her tongue had made an initial circuit of the brown nubby tit. "There's more," Susan purred. "There's plenty more. Do you want to drink it from his nipple too?"
"No," Terry sobbed, eyes full of panic. She looked at Susan, then at her sons' stiff dick. Swallowing hard, she sank onto her chest, staring at Jesse's prick from no more than six inches' distance. Her hand extended slowly, and Susan released the boy's rod, making room for Terry, who gripped it suddenly, fiercely. Jesse actually moaned at the unexpectedly intense clutch of his mother's fist.
"God, Mom!" he husked.
Terry lifted herself slowly, using his rod as a handhold, or so it appeared. "This is wicked," she said. "It's wicked."
"That's what you said a long time ago," Susan replied. "But it never stopped us. Did it?"
And then Jesse took the initiative, surprising even Susan. He put his hand on his mother's head.
"I think I want you to," he said softly. "I think it would be good. For you and me. Mom, the reason we were doing it, me and Aunt Sue, when you walked in-I asked her to. I tried it with somebody else today, but it wasn't right, you know? Everything worked, but there was no feeling. It didn't mean anything. I just balled this girl and I came and she came, and that was it. With Aunt Susan it was like something magical. Like we were floating in space and all of a sudden we reached out and touched each other, and BANG! I was in her head and she was in my head, and we were making it. Together. Really together. Maybe it would be the same for you and me. Do you want to try?"
"See?" Susan said, playing with her sister's hair. "Like mother, like son. Jesse's looking for a meaningful relationship too. Oh, damn it, go ahead! You've made it with me and he's made it with me, and the only thing that keeps it from being unanimous is you. If you don't want to, don't. But-"
"I haven't been with a man since your father divorced me-"
"He divorced me, too," Jesse grinned. He reached down, caressed one of his mother's big brown nipples.
"Oh, God," Terry said, and she threw herself upon his stiff rod. It disappeared into her mouth and Susan fell back in amazement. She had never, not even in an X-rated movie, seen anyone go to work on a cock the way Terry was sucking Jesse right now. That hunger, she thought, is the best goddamned reason I've ever seen against three years' abstinence.
Terry sucked rapidly, voraciously. It was surprising how much cock she could get into her mouth in one swift downstroke. But then, Susan reflected, I've never seen her with a man before. And she's with one now. Even if he is sixteen. He's a man. And he's hers, really hers. In a way he could never be mine if I fucked him every day of the rest of our lives.
Still watching, she began to rub her cunt. Leaky juices coated her lips, sticky where her fingers puddled in them. She sighed in gratification. "Aunt Sue-"
It was Jesse. "Lend you a hand? People shouldn't have to do it to themselves. You taught me that."
"Yes, I did." She smiled and moved toward him, squashing her cunt down upon his willing hand. His middle finger stabbed into Susan, and it wasn't as big or as satisfying as his cock, but it was in her and it was good. And as she squirmed atop Jesse's hand she couldn't take her eyes off Terry, sucking Jesse's cock like a vampire. "Do it, darling," she sighed, petting her sister's head. "Do it. You deserve it and so does he. Why shouldn't we be a family, together, the three of us? We're all we have."
Terry looked up. "My God," she said, "you're making sense, Susan-and it scares the pants off me!"
"So why don't you throw all caution to the winds? When you get that tool of his inside you, I guarantee you'll never want to take it out. But you'll have to, sooner or later, or else you'll have to fight me."
Terry rose onto her knees. Jesse used his other hand to caress her nipples while she threw off the robe that was already unfastened. His hand dropped down, found the little roll of plumpness around her waist. "Mmmm," he said, "a love handle."
"Oh, my Lord," Terry said, and her eyes were misty. She knelt there naked, still eyeing his stiff prick. Susan reached over, smoothed her fingers down the curve of Terry's full round ass. She pinched, and Terry jumped.
"Jump on that," Susan suggested. "Because if you don't, I will."
"It's okay with me, Mom," Jesse added. He worked his fingers inside Susan, and she trilled in joy. "Really okay."
Tentatively, Terry stood up, the small bed rocking, dangerously overloaded. Soon, Susan thought, we'll have to adjourn to the big bed, but first we have to cross the Rubicon. "Go ahead," she encouraged.
Terry straddled her son and settled down slowly. Susan pried herself free of Jesse's hand, reluctantly as hell, and she slid off the bed. This was something Terry and Jesse had to do, by themselves. She looked at Jesse, nodded her approval.
Terry came down until her fuzzy beaver touched the tip of Jesse's prick, which he was holding upright, aimed at her slit. "Let me open up," she said, but Jesse interrupted.
"I think I know the way, Mom," he grinned, and he reached into touch her cunt. She shivered visibly at the touch of his fingers but she didn't stop him, didn't move away. Instead, she settled down a little closer, and he made contact with the exposed vulva his fingers had opened up. "You've got a nice one, Mom," he added. "It feels moist and cozy and the lips stick out just far enough for some friendly nibbling, mmmm, Aunt Sue?"
"Mmmm, yeah," Susan agreed with a giggle.
And then Jesse thrust up, without warning, and his cock rammed into his mother's pussy. She moaned, and her head tossed, long brown hair swirling. There was a moment's hesitation before she plummeted down, accepting his cock fully in her twat. She ground her ass upon his loins and she kept saying "Ohhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh-"
"God, it's tight!" Jesse said, gripping her ass. "It's so tight it feels like it's gonna break my cock in two!"
"No, it isn't," Susan said from the side of the bed. Her heart was speeding inside her body, as fast as if she, not Terry, were the one being fucked. She nibbled her itchy cunt lips, remembering how that cock felt inside a responsive pussy. And if she'd ever seen response, it was from her sister as she fucked her son with relentless and steadily building passion, the mattress rocking beneath their energetic coupling.
"Mom-oh, Jesus, Mom!" Jesse groaned. "It's too much! I can't take it! You're so hot and tight and sweet!"
Tight? She ought to be tight. Jesse's cock was a hell of a lot thicker than the vibrator which had been her only love the last three years, reflected Susan. And it was a hell of a lot more fun than a vibrator. She doubted if Terry would bother picking up fresh batteries for her plastic dildo. Not with this live one in the house.
Was it right? Was it wrong? Susan didn't know. But it was good, and good always mattered more than anything else.
"I'm gonna come," Jesse gritted through clenched teeth. "I can't hold back another second. I'm gonna come, come, come...."
"Come!" Terry moaned. "Oh, sweet God, I'm coming already! Fill me, Jesse! Fill me full! Come inside me! Squirt it! Yessssss!!!" And she swayed from side to side, her tits jiggling, their nipples fully beautifully erect. Her eyes were shut tight and her face glowed. Yes, Susan thought, watching her sister reach orgasm, I think it is right. For them, for me. For all of us in this family. We love each other and how better to show it?
She watched as Jesse convulsed and began to squirt his cum up his mother's cunt and she watched Terry go into overtime. Mother and son rocked and rolled together, sharing a hot sweet come, their juices mingling deep in the mother's cuntal recesses.
But even as she watched her finger busy in her own hairy pie, she was thinking of the future. She had to go back to California, obviously. But why did she have to leave Reckardsville behind? The solution was so patent she kicked herself in the ass, mentally, for not having thought of it long ago.
When she returned to LA, Terry and Jesse would come with her. No two ways about it. Terry could find a job, certainly, and if she couldn't, well, Susan was making plenty of money on her soap. They wouldn't starve.
Terry flopped over, rolled onto her side next to Jesse. White milky cum was leaking from her red-lipped pussy and her tits were heaving majestically. Jesse's cock was soft, coated in jism Susan could almost taste, just looking at it.
Almost taste? she thought. Why settle for almost? "Next player," she laughed, crawling onto the bed. She grabbed Jesse's sticky cock, squeezed it, then kissed her sister and her nephew, a long sweet kiss to each of them.
