Western man prides himself on his ability to forge his own destiny. Yet many people find that they are not always able to rule their own fates. Oftentimes a single, traumatic event will change and reshape their lives.
There is the young girl who, after a brutal rape, becomes a bitter, frigid young woman. Or the bright, self-confident businessman who, after losing most of his money in a poor stock investment, becomes a drunken derelict.
So, too, does fate play a tragic trick on Barbara Kent when her teenage nephew comes to live with her. The handsome boy is not what the beautiful widow had expected, and his arrival triggers a chain of events whose horror is only exceeded by its depth of perversity. Barbara finds herself caught in a terrible web of humiliation and debauchery, and as she is subjected to one traumatic sexual experience after another, she begins to wonder if it will ever end, if she will ever be able to gain back her self-respect.
HIS HORNY AUNT-the shocking story of a lonely and beautiful woman and the boy who threatened to turn her into a shamelessly wanton pleasure-seeker. A novel which illustrates how fate can change a life. A warning to us all that our lives are not always our own.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Now, remember, Barb, anything we can do for you-anything at all-you just ask." Tracy Carr, who had to be the most dippy-and cock-hungry-blonde in the West, rolled her big blue eyes sympathetically, then popped her chewing gum and added, "You sure I can't drive you to the airport?"
"No, thank you, Tracy," said Barbara Kent, "I'd rather go alone."
Barbara, a stunning, tall brunette of twenty-eight, had been widowed for almost a month, and during that time her next door neighbor, Tracy Carr, had been coming over every day to offer help. Barbara appreciated Tracy's concern, but she was getting a little tired of the woman, especially when Tracy brought her husband George along. It wasn't that Barbara didn't like the Carrs. It was that they reminded her too much of what she'd lost. Tracy and George couldn't keep their hands off each other. They were always kissing, fondling pawing-and making Barbara nearly writhe with horniness. It seemed she was always horny lately, and watching Tracy and George didn't help a bit.
"Well, honey, if you change your mind, you come right over and get me," said Tracy.
She popped her gum a final time and headed out the back door of Barb's neat little suburban ranch house. Barb watched her cross the lawn and couldn't help smiling. Tracy was built like some lonely man's pornographic fantasy-slender yet curvy, with pert bouncing tits and ass, and she walked with an exaggeratedly enticing wiggle. She was perhaps thirty, but she acted like seventeen, giggling and cooing a lot, and she didn't have a brain in her head that Barb could detect. It would be nice to be like Tracy, with not a care in the world.
Tracy's husband George was mowing their lawn, and when he saw Tracy coming, he grinned and walked toward her. Tracy giggled and reached out to pat his crotch-one of the many flirtatious things she did with him in public that drove Barb Kent wild. George ogled his dippy blonde wife and reached out to cup and fondle her cute round tits which bounced enticingly under her skimpy halter. They didn't seem to care what the neighbors thought. This was confirmed when George suddenly reached around and untied Tracy's halter, making the garment fall down to her waist. Tracy's plump round tits jiggled out of their confinement, milky white and topped with cute pink nipples. Tracy giggled shrilly as George reached out to play with her naked tits.
Barb's face was burning as she watched from the kitchen window. She knew she was only torturing herself by watching, yet she couldn't look away. This was all the sex she had left, this shameful spying on her neighbors. She watched burly balding George as he lewdly ogled his wife's pretty jiggling tits, watched his big hands slide over the pale white globes of flesh, teasing the little pink nipples into taut erection. Barb felt an envious glow in her cunt, a growing heat in her secret depths, and then the slow but nagging creaming of her starved pussy. She wanted a man to touch her tits like that, to arouse her slowly and skillfully, to lead her to bed....
"Oh, damn you, Lon," she wept aloud, "why did you have to go and get yourself killed?"
Barb and Lon Kent had been married only three months, the happiest months of her life. She'd been a schoolteacher in a small Midwestern town, certain that she'd never marry-for in spite of her outstanding looks, there just weren't any available men her age. To distract herself from this dilemma, Barb decided to take flying lessons, and that was how she'd met Lon, a young California businessman who was flying his own plane across the country. He'd just happened to stop at her tiny town for fuel, but when he saw Barb at the airport, he decided to stay overnight and get to know her better. It was love-and lust-at first sight. In a week they were married, and Lon took her back to live with him on the outskirts of Los Angeles. They had three blissful months together, and then Lon was killed in his own plane, the plane that had brought them together.
Barb had managed to keep the pain and grief out of her mind, after a month of practice, but she could not conquer the lust, the terrible longing she felt for Lon's body. He'd been the first and only man she'd ever fucked, and she felt there was something special between them, some magic sexual chemistry that had made her body hot with joy every time he touched her. She could not forget their nights together, the sweaty and delicious interweaving of their bodies, and Lon's deliciously long hard cock exploring the welcoming depths of her seething cunt. She'd always wanted him, never turned him down. And she wanted him now. Oh, God, how she wanted him....
Out there on the lawn George Carr was slipping his big hairy hand down the back of Tracy's shorts. Barb could tell that he was cupping one of her cute bare asscheeks, perhaps slipping his finger between the plump crease and caressing her cunt. Tracy blushed and wriggled her belly against the growing bulge of her husband's cock. Soon they would go in the house, feverishly pawing each other all the way to the bedroom, and they would fuck tirelessly-or so Barb imagined.
Her cunt was red hot with need, the crotch of her panties wet with cream from her starved pussy as she enviously watched the neighbor couple. It wasn't fair, dammit! Why couldn't she have her man, too? Why had she been robbed of him, just when she was enjoying sex for the first time in her life?
She'd been a twenty-eight-year-old virgin, dying to be fucked. And Lon had fucked her, bringing her to greater heights of lust than she'd dreamed possible in all her lonely, horny years. Yes, thanks to his superb fucking and sucking, her natural lust had grown rather than diminished. She was so horny, so hungry for cock, that she wanted to die....
George had both hands down the back of Tracy's shorts now, and he was kneading her wriggling asscheeks feverishly. Tracy, never shy when it came to sex, was giggling softly and tugging at the zipper of his pants. Barb watched helplessly as Tracy worked the stubborn zipper open and slyly reached inside to play with her husband's cock. Barb got just a glimpse of it-long and hard and pale. Then she turned away from the window, choking back a sob. She couldn't bear to watch any more. Why torture herself? After three ecstatic months, she had to resign herself again to a life without sex. Only three months, that was all she was going to get....
Barb shook herself and said sternly, "Oh, stop it. Don't be such a baby." She marched resolutely to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was time to bathe, time to get ready for her drive to the airport. Life must go on, no matter how shitty. Barb quickly undressed, tossing aside her clothes with a shudder of distaste. Her blouse and bra were sweaty, the sweat of lust, and her panties and jeans were soaked with her cuntal juices. She could smell her own musky pussy, and she hated it. She wanted to drive that urge from her body, to find some peace. For a moment she found it in the cool stinging spray of the shower, and she washed away every trace of her hungry cuntal cream.
When she stepped from the shower, she caught her own image in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She stopped and stared. It was the first time she'd examined herself since Lon's death. She'd thought that grief had made her ugly, but it wasn't so. She still had a spectacular figure-tall, voluptuous, abundantly curved. Her legs were long and shapely, her waist narrow and trim, and she had very large melon-shaped tits with light-brown nipples, big tits that jutted out full and taunting. Her long gleaming reddish-brown hair wafted in thick waves almost to her waist, and covering her cunt was a little puff of gleaming curls that exactly matched the hair of her head. Her face was lovely, composed of features that were dainty yet sensual. Yes, she was beautiful, more beautiful than Tracy-yet she didn't have a man. It seemed ridiculous, unfair. Was that gorgeous body to be wasted, unused? Would no man ever touch it again?
Barb sighed, a deep shuddering sound, and ran her hands over her wet cool body. As she passed her trembling fingers over her big sloping tits, she felt hot lust, stronger than ever, coursing through her body. She moved her hands slowly downward, over her ribs, her waist, her belly, till she was touching the dripping soft curls of her cunt, that dainty triangle of fur where Lon used to bury his face. Her excitement mounted. She remembered vividly how Lon would kiss her there, then slowly snake his warm wet tongue through the furry plump lips of her cunt to touch and tickle the throbbing hungry nub of her clit....
"Lon," she whispered, "darling...."
There could be no lover like him, she thought, no one as good. The sexiest night of her life had been her wedding night, when she'd anticipated pain and awkwardness. She'd longed to be fucked by Lon, counted the days till they were married, yet she'd supposed that the first time wouldn't be very good, and she accepted that. They'd been married at the town hall, and then Lon flew them to Denver, the first stop on their way to California. They took a motel room right at the airport, because they couldn't wait any longer to be alone together.
Barb was nervous but eager when they began to undress in front of each other for the first time. She remembered her first impressions of Lon's body, lean and hard, the muscles well defined, the skin deeply tanned yet smooth and pleasant to touch. Most of all she remembered her first glimpse of his cock.
Barb had seen photos of cocks before, and she'd read all there was to know about sex, but she'd never seen a real live prick. She gawked at his dark bush of pubic curls and at the straight white shaft that rose from it, ending in a purplish-red knob. She stared at his dangling rosy balls, at his strange male genitals. She felt they ought to be considered ugly, yet they were beautiful to her. Though she'd never made love before, she found herself eager to touch his cock and balls, to feel and explore that long hard pole of flesh, to feel it nosing into her cunt....
Lon had stared at her with equal hunger. "Barb," he said at last, "you're beautiful. I mean, I always thought you were beautiful, but I never dreamed you'd be this lovely. Your body...." He couldn't continue, couldn't put it into words. Instead he walked to her and swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Barb was trembling with nervousness. She felt clumsy and ignorant. She wanted to please him, yet she didn't have any idea what she was supposed to do. Twenty-eight and a virgin-it was ridiculous.
"Lon," she said shyly, "you'll have to forgive me. I've never made love before, I don't know what to do...."
He kissed her passionately. "I like it that way," he said. "You just relax, darling, and I'll show you everything you need to know."
And he did-not with words, but with action. In the course of that long torrid night in the motel room, he showed her everything. He taught her that her tits and thighs and ass and clit were all powerful sources of erotic sensation, and he used his hands and mouth and tongue to prove it. He showed her where he liked to be touched, and she found herself joyfully, freely, caressing and kissing his taut pulsing balls and the long throbbing shaft of his erect cock.
He showed her how to stimulate the dark-red bulbous cockhead with its slitted moist mouth, how to run her tongue around the sensitive flesh, how to fit her lips around his cock and slowly suck it into the juicy heat of her mouth. She found that she loved doing this, loved the light salty taste of his cock juice and the fat hot bulge of his erect dick on her tongue. Lon showed her everything in one night-how to please him, and how wonderfully he could please her.
He was very patient. Their delicious foreplay went on for an hour before he made any attempt to fuck her. He got Barb hot, incredibly hot for him, till her virgin pussy was creaming in hot floods all over his face as he teasingly worked the stiff tip of his tongue around the gasping mouth of her cunt. Her beautiful body was mottled pink with arousal, and her hips were pumping in a helpless horny motion. She was moaning, sighing, almost clawing at him in her eagerness. Only then did he mount her.
She marveled at his self-control. His pale prick was achingly stiff, the milky-white skin stretched taut and almost bursting, the blue veins standing out vividly. Thick cream oozed from the dark slit of his bloated red cockhead. He was breathing heavily, loudly, as he finally slipped between her eagerly parted thighs. She loved him for his patience, for making her so ready and driving away all her nervousness. He was a good man, he understood her virgin fears.
"Darling," she whimpered, slipping her arms tightly around his sweaty shoulders, "I want you...."
"Good," Lon laughed softly, "because I sure as hell want you. I couldn't have waited another second."
She felt the hard hot head of his erect cock nosing into the tender steamy tissues of her cunt, and she trembled with anticipation. She trusted him. Even if it hurt, she trusted him. "Oh, Lon," she said, "hurry ... I want you...."
He wedged the hard pulsing head of his cock into the tiny wet mouth of her virgin cunt, and then he began to push into her, slowly, almost tenderly, though he was panting with lust. Barb waited for the pain-the pain that never came. She knew it when he broke through her cherry. There was a brief pressure, and Lon shuddered and pushed a little harder. Then he was gliding deep into her cunt, all the way to her quaking womb, and it felt wonderful, better than anything she'd imagined.
She found that she loved being penetrated, stuffed with cock, deeply impaled on his thick rigid meat. Her cunt creamed furiously all around his cock, and she opened her legs wider to take him in. He began to fuck her, moving his wonderfully stiff cock back and forth in a dizzyingly pleasurable sawing motion, and Barb felt heady waves of pleasure washing through her whole lusty body.
"Is it all right?" he panted. "Does it hurt?"
"No," she cried happily, "it's good! Oh, Lon, it's so good...."
He fucked her a long time, making her come again and again, till the sheets were stained with her virgin blood-but Barb felt no pain, only an endless lust for him. Again she marveled at his self-control, the way he managed to hold out for so long, giving her her fill of orgasms before he finally sighed and shot his steamy jism into her cunt for the first time.
They rested a little, smoked a cigarette, and then he showed her how to get his cock hard again, how to use her mischievous little tongue tip on the sensitive head of his prick. He seemed to have endless lust for her, too, because they literally fucked all night. When the first light of dawn came through the window, they were still at it, and when they walked out to the plane next morning, they were both a little sore from all that fucking. They caught each other walking gingerly, and they laughed.
It had been that way for their whole time together. They never missed a night. Barb lived for his coming home in the evenings, for that hungry rush to the bedroom, his hard eager cock poking into her cunt as fast as she could get her legs open....
"Lon," she moaned, "oh, Lon...."
She'd forgotten where she was, what she was doing. She stood before the mirror, naked and wet from her shower, but she didn't see herself. Her dark eyes were blank, lost in memory, and she didn't observe the image of herself in the mirror-a tall graceful brunette with superb jutting tits, softly caressing her little chestnut cunt bush, slowly easing a finger inside her plump wet pussy lips to touch the tiny red shaft of her clitoris. Her fingertip touched the hot little bud, and a stinging jolt of pleasure ripped through her loins. Her fingertip became Lon's tongue, probing, caressing, awakening her clit to hot horny longing. She ached for him, ached....
"Oh, my God," said Barb. "Stop it!"
She caught herself, came down to earth. She blushed as she looked in the mirror and saw the shameful image, her finger thrust between the furry lips of her pussy, her steamy cunt cream dribbling down her thighs. She was not going to masturbate. It was a dirty habit, the recourse of horny adolescents, and she wouldn't profane Lon's memory by doing it.
Sobbing, she jerked her finger away from her hot twitching little clit. She was achingly horny, she needed to come desperately, but she would not do that. Besides, time was getting short and she had to get to the airport.
Barb dressed quickly and took off in her little red sports car. Mercifully her thoughts of Lon were pushed into the background by the errand that lay before her. It was an important day, and she had an important duty to perform. Believing strongly in the problem of overpopulation, she and Lon had agreed to have no children of their own, but they were not against children. They wanted one around the house. Lon had an orphaned nephew, Danny, who was staying with his grandmother, and Lon and Barb had invited the boy to come live with them. Lon hadn't lived to see Danny's arrival, but Barb intended to carry out the plan, to raise the boy as her son. It had been a great wish of Lon's, and she wanted to carry it out.
She got there just in time to see the boy's plane land. She wondered if he'd look like Lon. He should. His father had been Lon's older brother. But she didn't know what Danny looked like, except that he'd be wearing cowboy boots and a stetson-he'd written her a funny letter, telling how he couldn't give up his Montana clothes right away but would try to learn to be a Californian. Barb had written back, enclosing a picture of herself so he'd recognize her.
People were pouring out of the plane now, a big surging crowd, and Barb looked anxiously for a small boy. She was surprised when she heard the voice near her. "Barb? Aunt Barb?"
She turned and saw a stunningly handsome blond boy, almost as tall as she was, wearing white cowboy boots and a ridiculously tall white cowboy hat. She was surprised that his voice was changing already, that he was so tall. But after all, he was fifteen, and some kids mature faster than others. Barb smiled and hugged him-then drew away fast. His body was hard and muscular, his arms strong. Danny was not a child....
"Danny, I'm so glad to see you," she said quickly. "How was the trip?"
He grinned. He had a devastating, knockout grin, and Barb imagined what a hit he'd be at school with the girls. "It was far out," he said. "I never flew on? jet before."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Barb. "Let's go get your luggage, and then I'll show you a little bit of Los Angeles."
Danny was a charmer. She drove him around a little, took him to a mod restaurant, and all the time he kept her amused with funny stories about life on his grandmother's ranch in Montana. He seemed very poised and polished for a country boy, but he certainly kept her entertained. Only one thing bothered her-his incredible good looks. He didn't resemble Lon, which was a relief, but he was just as handsome. He had modishly long platinum hair, a golden tan, and a firm graceful body that was just changing from the slimness of childhood to the broad shoulders and slim hips of adulthood. His face was not "pretty"-it was definitely masculine, with strong even features and captivating blue-green eyes. She wished he were younger, just a little boy. She found herself attracted by his good looks and confident manner, and that was a stimulus she didn't need from a boy who was to be her adopted son.
She took Danny home and showed him his room, the spare room right next to hers which she and Lon had fixed up for him. By then it was getting late, and Barb suggested that Danny have a bath and go right to bed. "You ought to rest up from your trip," she said. "One more day of freedom, then you'll be starting school."
Danny sighed. "Yeah, what a drag."
Barb laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Oh, it won't be all bad. There's some pretty foxy chicks at that school."
Danny laughed, too, and headed for the bathroom. Barb busied herself unpacking his bags, wondering how it would be having a teenage "son" in the house. At least she wouldn't be lonely any more, and Danny's lively presence might help keep her mind off her loss. She was thinking these things when Danny suddenly reappeared in the bedroom, stark naked.
Barb gawked at him. Danny seemed unaware of her surprise, and he was completely unself-conscious about his nakedness. He strolled around the room, looking at things, his pale adolescent cock flopping blatantly, his rosy dangling balls jiggling as he walked. Embarrassed as she was, Barb couldn't take her eyes off him. She had a brief total impression of his body-tanned and strong and pleasing-and then her eyes darted again to his prick. It wasn't as big as Lon's, of course, and his blond pubic bush wasn't so thick-but it was a cock, and she hadn't seen a cock in a month. Danny's young prick looked clean and pure and delicious to her, and she felt a wild urge to touch it, to caress the soft silky warm skin. It had been so long since she'd played with Lon's cock, so long since she'd touched a man's body....
Barb blushed furiously and averted her face. My God, what was the matter with her? Sure, she was horny. That was natural. She and Lon had fucked like bunnies every night for three months, and then he'd suddenly been taken away from her. Her cunt was as needy and ready as ever, but her man was gone. Naturally she was horny-but how in God's name could she let herself be turned on by a fifteen-year-old boy, a boy almost young enough to be her son? And indeed, he would be her son when the adoption was completed. It was wicked, dirty of her to think of him this way, to gawk at his cock and long to touch him....
"Well, I'm going to bed now, Danny," she said nervously. "I hope you sleep well. See you in the morning."
"Okay, Barb," he said cheerfully. He bounded up to her, his little white cock flopping crazily, and gave her one of his devastating grins. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" he said mischievously.
She wanted to snap at him that he was too old for that-but she didn't want to be harsh with him when their relationship was so new. She forced a smile and offered him her cheek to kiss. To her surprise, Danny leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. It was a hot, pressing, hard-breathing teenage kiss, and she should have found it funny. Instead she felt her whole pelvis melt with lust, felt a burning wetness in her cunt. She gasped and pulled away from him, blushing deeply.
"Goodnight, Danny," she said quickly, then turned and fled from the room.
"I hope you sleep okay," he called.
That was a joke, though he didn't know it. There was no way she was going to get to sleep, not with that burning need in her cunt. She dutifully undressed, turned out the light, and got into bed-but then she tossed and turned and tried in vain to keep her mind off the frantic need of her famished cunt. Oh, God, would she never stop missing Lon's cock? Would her awful burning lust never diminish?
Hours passed, and at last Barb tearfully resigned herself to the thing she'd vowed never to do. She had to satisfy herself with her own hand-anything to appease that aching lust. As she eased her trembling finger onto the soaked bump of her hungry little clit, confused images sped through her mind, images of Lon's long hard prick, of George Carr's hairy hand slipping down inside Tracy's shorts, images of Danny's cute little cock flopping enticingly before her hungry eyes ... She touched her moist burning clit, and for the first time in her life she began to frig herself.
The pleasure was breathtaking. She'd needed this badly, and it was all she could do not to cry out in ecstasy as she rubbed her horny little clit faster and faster. Hot juice poured from her cunt, soaking her busy hand, and at last she couldn't keep quiet any longer. Lest Danny hear her, she pressed her mouth against the pillow, and she moaned hoarsely as she played with her cunt. Her finger raced over her tiny hot clit, and then she was coming explosively, babbling crazily into the pillow.
"Lon," she whined, "fuck me, ball me! Oh, Lon...."
CHAPTER TWO
Barb awoke with a guilty start. Instantly she remembered what she'd done last night, and a deep blush of shame spread over her face. It was bad enough to have played with herself, but she also remembered the sharp pang of lust she'd felt when Danny walked naked into his room ... Barb jumped out of bed, dressed, and started making breakfast. She wanted to stay busy all day, so busy that she wouldn't have time to think.
She managed just that. After breakfast she took Danny on a long tour of the city and helped him pick out some clothes more suited to California than the cowboy stuff he'd brought with him. No sooner nad they gotten home than Tracy Carr called to invite them for dinner. Barb accepted eagerly. Not only would it keep her mind off her problems-she also suspected that young Danny's presence would keep Tracy and George from pawing each other all evening.
She was wrong. The Carrs were kind enough to Danny, and they apparently took to the boy right away, but that didn't keep them from behaving like a couple of horny adolescents. George pinched Tracy's ass while she was cooking, and they played footsie under the table. George felt Tracy up while she washed the dishes, and then when the couple came to sit in the living room for an after-dinner chat, the necking got really heavy.
As Barb had noted before, George and Tracy just couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other-and tonight, in particular, George couldn't keep his hands off Tracy's tits, and Tracy just couldn't seem to stop petting George's half-erect cock through the thin material of his slacks. Barb found herself getting extremely embarrassed, and she wondered what in the world Danny must think of these people. Secretly she was furious at the Carrs for behaving that way in front of an innocent boy. At last she could stand it no longer.
"Danny," she said, "you'll have to get up early tomorrow for school. I think we'd better go home."
"Oh, don't go so soon," chirped Tracy, leaping off George's lap. "Danny could go to bed by himself, Barb, and you could stay awhile. He's a big boy, after all."
"That's right, Barb," said Danny. "I can go to bed all by myself." He said it in a mocking voice, to kid her for being overprotective. "You stay and have fun. I'll see you in the morning."
Barb decided to stay. She didn't want to be alone in the house with Danny if he staged another of those nude parades. Even watching Tracy and George make out was better than that. "All right, Danny," she said, hugging him, "but if you get scared or lonely, you just call me. You have George's number."
The handsome boy laughed. "Aw, don't worry. I'll be fine."
When Danny had left, George said, "That's a fine boy you've got there, Barb. He ought to be a great comfort to you."
"Yes," Barb said thoughtfully, "only I expected-well, a child. Danny seems so mature for his age."
"But that's good," said Tracy. "You won't have to worry about him, and he can help you a lot around the house. We really like him, Barb. He seems like a real nice kid."
Barb didn't argue. She didn't seem to be able to express to the Carrs her vague worries and concerns about Danny. Something about the boy didn't seem quite right, didn't jibe with what she knew of teenagers-but she just couldn't put her finger on it. She gave it up for the evening and decided just to relax, accepting another drink from George.
Barb was sitting in a big comfortable chair by the fire, and opposite her, only a few feet away, George and Tracy sat on the couch fondling each other. Oh, God, thought Barb, not another night of that. It was torture for her to watch them kissing and feeling each other up. It reminded her cruelly that she had no man of her own and that she needed one desperately. Her sadness must have showed on her face, because suddenly George said in a voice full of concern, "Barb, don't sit there all by yourself. Come sit here with us."
"Yeah, honey," said Tracy, "we're your friends. Come on over and sit here. We'll put George in the middle." She giggled shrilly. "He'd love that."
Barb was very embarrassed, but she didn't want to hurt their feelings, so she went and sat at the end of the couch, being careful to sit as far away from George as possible. That wouldn't do, however. George gave a big rumbling laugh, clapped one burly arm around her shoulder, and pulled her up close to him. "Don't be shy," he said affectionately. "There's enough of me for two girls. Ain't there, baby?" He winked at Tracy.
"Oh, yes," Tracy tittered. "George has fantastic energy." She suddenly stopped giggling and looked at Barb with real concern. It was the first time Barb had ever seen her dippy blonde friend look serious. "Barb," she said, "there's something we've been wanting to talk to you about, something that might solve a lot of problems for all three of us. I mean, you're alone now, and we're-well, we'd really like to-" She stopped short, unable to express what she meant.
George took over. "What Tracy means," he said, "is that we're swingers."
Barb gawked at him. Slowly her face turned red. "You m-mean-?" she stammered.
George smiled soothingly. "I guess you know what that means, don't you? Tracy and I love each other very much, and we'd never dream of splitting up, but we wanted a little more excitement in our lives, especially in our sex lives-so we agreed to have other people."
"But only with each other," Tracy added. "I mean, we only do it together-I mean ... Oh, hell!" She laughed at her own clumsy explanation.
"She means that when we make love, we like to have other people join us," said George. "We'd like you to join us."
Barb blushed deep red. She felt George's big hand on her shoulder, sweaty and burning, and she saw the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her. That was bad enough, but when she glanced at Tracy she saw that the pretty blonde was looking hungrily at her, too.
"Oh, dear," said Barb, mortified, "I don't know what to say. I like both of you so much, and you've been so kind to me since Lon died-but I couldn't do a thing like that. I just couldn't."
"Don't reject it right away," George said softly. He gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "Think about it. Like Tracy said, it could solve some problems for you."
"Yeah, Barb," Tracy said eagerly. "You must get horny, don't you?"
Barb didn't think she could blush any deeper, but she did. "Well, of course I do," she said awkwardly. "That's only normal. But it will pass, it'll go away in time...."
Tracy and George looked horrified. "Barb, what an awful thing to say!" said George. "You don't want to reject your sexual needs-you want to enjoy them. Sex is the most fun you'll ever have. So don't try to repress it. Enjoy it-with us."
"Please, Barb," Tracy added, "we really want you. We don't find many good partners, and we've always wanted a second woman, someone beautiful like you. That would be perfect for us. Just give it a try, okay?"
Barb could hardly believe what she was hearing. George and Tracy seemed like a typical middle-class suburban couple, perfectly respectable, and yet they were inviting her to join them in a three-way orgy. She was shocked and embarrassed and-what? There was another feeling there, which she somehow didn't want to recognize. When she did, she blushed again. The Carrs' suggestion somehow perversely excited her. She was not attracted to George, and certainly not to Tracy, but sex was sex, a cock was a cock, and she'd been so horny for so long that she wanted to grab at any satisfaction she could get. To feel a long stiff prick inside her cunt again-that would be heavenly. She needed it, oh, God, how she needed it. But not in this shameful way....
"Oh, no," she said softly, "I can't. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I can't. It's not my kind of thing."
George sighed. "Well, think about it anyway. Perhaps you'll change your mind. Meanwhile, just relax and enjoy your drink, and watch us. Watch the kind of fun we have...."
His voice was low, comforting, and Barb didn't catch his meaning right away. She took a sip of her drink, and when she lowered the glass, George was slipping off Tracy's blouse. Barb found herself staring as if hypnotized. Tracy wasn't wearing a bra-she was the scandal of the neighborhood because she usually didn't, just went around with her pert tits flopping blatantly under her blouse. Her tits were quite a bit smaller than Barb's but lovely in their own way, perfect white balls of creamy flesh, topped with bright-pink little nipples. They were perfectly firm and youthful, sweet little pale globes the size of oranges. George cupped them in his big rough hands and gently caressed them, and Tracy sighed lustily and leaned back against the couch, her eyes fluttering, her pink mouth twisting into a horny little grin.
"I just love it when George plays with my tits," she sighed. "They're so sensitive."
Barb knew very well what she meant. Lon could work her into a frenzy of need just by fondling her tits. She watched George's hairy hands playing with Tracy's cute wobbling tits, watched him expertly rubbing his thumbs over the strawberry-pink nipples, and she felt a tingling and burning in her own big swelling breasts, imagining how great that must feel. Tracy cooed and sighed, and before long her soft pink nipples had tightened into taut erection under the stimulus of George's thumbs. Her cute pale boobs swelled up tight and round, and she squirmed lustily. Then George dipped his head and planted his mouth on one bumpy little nipple. He began to suck it loudly, wetly.
"Oooooooo!" Tracy squealed. "I just LOVE that!"
Barb almost gasped aloud as she felt a red-hot gush of pussy juice spitting from her cunt, wetting the crotch of her panties. She was helplessly gripped by the vivid memory of Lon sucking her nipples, the stinging pleasure of his expert tongue, the way the hot sensation buzzed right from her erect nipple, down her writhing body, and into the seething wet center of her cunt. She remembered all too well how good it felt to have her tits sucked, and how much she wanted it now....
Tracy squealed with delight as George loudly slurped and sucked at her tender pink nipple. Her small hand fumbled around blindly till she located his lap, and then she was petting the semi-hard bump of his cock.
His prick grew and swelled under her petting, and George was breathing hard. He transferred his attentions to her other nipple, leaving the first one bright and wet with his saliva, a taut pink bump that crowned the swelling globe of her tit. Again he sucked loudly, again Tracy squealed, and her mischievous little hand found the zipper of his pants and began tugging it down.
Barb knew she should leave or at least quit gawking, but she couldn't move. She took a long pull at her drink, as if to drown her shrieking conscience in alcoholic numbness, but her wide dark eyes never left Tracy's hand. Tracy tugged eagerly at George's zipper and at last got it moving. She opened his fly, and Barb could see a long pale shaft of flesh that twitched and ached to get free.
Tracy's hand wriggled inside and grasped her husband's erect cock, slowly and carefully easing it out of his pants. Barb's eyes grew wider. Tracy managed at last to get the whole thing out, but it wasn't easy because George had such a fierce hard-on. Barb saw that his cock wasn't as long as Lon's, but it was thicker, a stubby fat weapon springing from a thick bush of black pubic curls. Below it she could see the fat rosy swelling of his balls.
George's cock was circumcised and ended in a big purple knob of gleaming flesh. There was a neat dark little hole at the very tip, and from this hole a tiny bubble of pearly cream appeared. Playing around with her fingertip, Tracy felt the sticky droplet, and she rubbed her finger in it and smeared it all around the dark-red head of George's cock. He grunted happily and wriggled with pleasure. More pearly droplets bubbled from his swollen cockhead, and Tracy dabbled her mischievous finger in the thick stuff and rubbed it onto his sensitive glans. George began to pant.
Oh, God, thought Barb, why am I watching? It was terrible torture for her, because it reminded her of all the delicious sex-games she'd played with Lon, all the exciting things he'd taught her. She could almost feel his hot throbbing cock in her hand ... Another flood of pussy cream gushed from her aroused cunt, soaking the crotch of her panties, and she whimpered faintly with lust. She needed a fuck so badly....
George raised his mouth from Tracy's taut little tit, which now gleamed with his spit, the nipple erect and rosy. He began to fondle her swollen breasts, but Tracy giggled and pushed him away. She dipped her head down toward his lap, and Barb saw her little pink wet tongue flick out. Tracy used the very tip of her tongue to touch the swollen purple knob of his cockhead. She ran her tongue around and around the sensitive glans, lapping up his dribbling cock cream, rolling it on her tastebuds, and swallowing it with a lusty gurgle.
When she had licked the gleaming cockhead clean of his juice, she greedily dug her rough pointed tongue tip right into the tiny hole, reaming out his juice as fast as it bubbled up.
George trembled and groaned. Like Lon, he was very sensitive there at the tip of his cock. Barb could well remember how much Lon had enjoyed having her ream him with her tongue, and she could almost taste his light salty juice. The crotch of her panties was wringing wet now with her cunt cream, and s. could hardly sit still, she felt so frantically horny.
"Suck my cock, babe," George gasped, "suck me...."
He raised his muscular ass a little, and Tracy deftly tugged down his pants, exposing his whole pelvis. Barb could see him very well now, the taut fat prick that stood straight up, almost hugging his belly, the wiry pubic bush, the achingly swollen balls with their light covering of dark curls. She thought of that stiff prick easing into her feverishly hot cunt, and she almost wailed with need.
Then Tracy was going down on him, fastening her dainty pink lips around the bloated knob of his cock, nipping playfully at it, going down very slowly ... Barb watched in fascination as George's stiff prick slowly disappeared between Tracy's stretched pink lips. She managed to take in all of his rigid cock, right down to the furry base. George moaned hoarsely as he felt his achingly stiff meat easing into the hot wetness of her mouth.
Barb could feel his excitement, for she well remembered how much Lon had enjoyed being sucked like that, how he'd whimpered and clutched her shoulders, how his cock cream had dribbled out helplessly onto her tongue. She remembered, too, how much she'd enjoyed doing that to him, how she got so excited when she sucked fiercely on his throbbing cock ... Stop it, she told herself sternly, just stop it. Stop thinking about it....
But she couldn't, and she couldn't take her eyes off George's lap. She watched, fascinated and tortured, as Tracy began to blow her husband expertly, her small mouth zipping up and down the gleaming white pole of his erect dick. She did it very fast, with a lewd wet slurping noise, and George's cock got wetter and shinier by the second, gleaming with her spit. Tracy seemed famished for his cock, and soon she was actually drooling on it, her saliva streaming out and running down his slippery shaft. Her blonde curly head bounced furiously as she worked. George was panting hotly, swiftly, and he seemed lost to everything but the heady pleasure of having his cock sucked-but he wasn't as much out of it as Barb thought. Suddenly she felt his hand creeping under her ass, snaking up her short skirt....
Oh, God, she thought, what'll I do?
She didn't want to come on like a prude, slapping his hand or screaming in indignation. And Tracy wouldn't object to what he was doing, either. There was no point in making a scene, so Barb just reached down and took his wrist gently, trying to move his hand out of her crotch. George didn't budge. He was very strong, and he just kept moving his hand deeper into the steamy place between her legs.
Barb blushed hotly, but no one saw her, for Tracy was very busy with her furious sucking of George's cock, and George had his eyes tightly closed in sensual bliss. His strong stubby fingers found their way inside Barb's panties, and she blushed again, knowing that he could feel her sticky cunt cream. George was experienced, and he'd know what it meant, would recognize the blatant evidence of her arousal.
He found her clit with one stubby fingertip and began to rub the plump red organ. Barb clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a sudden groan of pleasure. She loved to be touched there, more than anywhere else. Her clit was like a pleasure-button, the key to her whole response, and when she was touched there, dizzying waves of pleasure shot through her body.
George expertly rubbed her tiny hot clit, and a big steamy gush of cunt cream shot from her famished pussy, right into the palm of his hand. He rubbed the sticky stuff all over her plump swollen cuntlips, stimulating her starved wet twat which hadn't been touched in a month. Barb almost came in his hand. She was terribly embarrassed, the way she kept helplessly creaming into his palm, yet his wicked play felt so good that she couldn't bear to move away. She found herself shamelessly grinding her greedy cunt against his hand, trying to bring herself off.
Just at that crucial moment, however, George took his hand away from her pussy. Something else was demanding his attention, something Barb hadn't noticed in her excitement. She blinked and looked around. Tracy had stopped sucking his cock. It stood up taut and swollen and straight in his lap, shiny with her spit, the glans incredibly rosy and fat. Cream dribbled helplessly from the little hole and ran down the blue-veined shaft of his cock. His whole prick appeared to throb and twitch with readiness.
Tracy was ready, too. That was why she'd stopped sucking his cock. The horny little blonde simply couldn't wait any longer. She had leaped to her feet and was frantically pulling off her jeans and panties. Barb gawked at Tracy's naked body, so slim yet sweetly curved. She learned one thing, at least-Tracy wasn't a real blonde. The pretty little puff of fur over her cunt was dark brown.
Down the inside of Tracy's slim thighs her horny cunt cream dribbled, and as she bent to step out of her panties, Barb got a glimpse of her bright-scarlet pussy slit, framed in delicate brown hair. Tracy's cuntlips were tightly swollen, aching to be penetrated. And so were Barb's.
She felt a wild desire to grab George's hand and thrust it back between her legs, to hump herself crazy on his stubby fingers. But it was too late. George was entirely absorbed in Tracy's performance. He had stood up, too, and was stepping out of his pants. Tracy shamelessly offered herself to him, getting down on her hands and knees and raising her cute round little ass high in the air. Her recessed cuntal mouth dripped a steady trickle of bright juice, and she wriggled her firm asscheeks impatiently.
"Oh, hurry, George," she gasped, "I need it real bad! Hurry, stick your cock in me!"
George almost tripped getting out of his pants, because he was too impatient to take off his shoes. He finally managed it, though, and in a flash he was kneeling behind Tracy, pushing her slim thighs apart and poking his iron-hard cock into the steamy tissues of her snatch.
Again Barb told herself to stop watching, to stop torturing herself, and again she couldn't look away. She had a dizzy impression of George's big muscular asscheeks clenching and thrusting forward, and she had an excellent view of his fat white prick as it nosed into Tracy's dripping cunt mouth and swiftly disappeared into her, penetrating her fully in one vigorous thrust.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Tracy wailed. "Ohhhhhhhh, darling, yes! I love it! Fuck me, George, fuck me silly!"
George did just that. He grunted and gasped and howled as he fucked her, giving it all the speed and force and depth he could manage. This was something new to Barb. Lon had never fucked her that way, with almost brutal force and swiftness. She had never been so harshly fucked, her body had nevtr shaken like Tracy's. No, Lon had always been sensually slow and gentle.
She watched Tracy's little tits jiggling furiously, heard her gasp with each deep thrust of George's fat cock. She thought it might hurt to be fucked so roughly-but Tracy's delirious wails and squeals told her differently. Tracy loved it. Hot cream gushed from her reamed cunt to splatter on George's belly, and she kept telling him in the most frank and lewd way how much she was enjoying it.
"Oh, Jesus, yes, yesssss...." she whined, "fuck me real deep, George! Harder, harder! Awwwwww! Your cock's good an' hard, baby! I love it ... love your cock!"
Barb's face was burning. It wasn't just excitement, or just embarrassment, though she felt both those things. Her whole body was burning with the most powerful lust she'd ever felt in her life. She wished frantically that she'd accepted their invitation to make love as a trio, that George's wonderfully thick stiff cock was pounding vigorously in her aching cunt ... She had to get out of there, before she made a spectacle of herself, before she bodily pushed Tracy out of the way and offered her own dripping pussy to George!
She staggered to her feet, but just then Tracy gave a piercing wail and began to come. Her body went into violent spasms, and Barb could see her little cuntlips nipping and squeezing around George's thick cock. George bellowed hoarsely, and his tight asscheeks went into spasms of their own, jerking furiously as he shot his jism into his wife's convulsing little twat. His cum overflowed her narrow passage and came dribbling out onto the carpet. Barb watched in fascination and burning envy as the couple writhed and howled in their mutual climax. At last George gasped and fell off his wife's heaving body, his cock slipping limp and wet from her flooded cunt.
They looked up at Barb, who was standing there trembling and flushed and gawking stupidly.
"See, honey?" Tracy said breathlessly. "See how much fun you're missing? We'd just love to have you join us. Honest, we would."
George looked Barb right in the eye with a knowing expression that made her blush even more. He knew something Tracy didn't know, for he'd had his hand inside Barb's panties and had felt her horny flood of pussy cream. He knew how much she'd been aroused by watching them, how badly she needed to be fucked. But he didn't rub it in, didn't capitalize on it. He only smiled fondly at her and said gently, "You think about it, Barb. Any time you change your mind, any time you feel up to it, you just tell us."
Barb nodded dumbly and fled from the house. She didn't trust herself to speak or to stick around another moment. She was so horny that she might have disgraced herself by begging for it then and there. She knew she couldn't live with herself if she joined these "swingers" in their bizarre and unnatural games, and so she fled to save herself from her own overwhelming lust.
She fled the temptation of George and Tracy, but that didn't solve her problem. She still ached to be fucked. As she entered the dark house and crept into her room, she knew she had another sleepless night ahead of her. She would toss and turn for hours, aching with need, unless she did that shameful thing again, unless she brought herself off with her own hand....
"Oh, God," she sobbed, "why doesn't it stop? Why can't I get it out of my system?"
There was no answer. Her cunt burned as hot as ever, and her mind was helplessly filled with visions of Lon's hard cock. She undressed and got into bed, wondering bitterly how long she'd hold out before her fingers strayed to her burning little clit. A minute? An hour? Why not just frig herself and get it over with? The only thing holding her back was pride, stupid pride....
Barb gasped and started. She was sure she'd heard the bedroom door open. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark yet, though, and she couldn't see a thing. Did she hear someone breathing, someone walking softly on the rug? She couldn't be sure. She stared blindly into the pitch blackness of her bedroom, and then suddenly she gasped as she felt cold air on her naked body, someone lifting the covers, the slight depression of the bed as someone climbed in beside her. She was too panicked to make a sound.
Then he was slipping his arms around her, drawing her into a delicious warm embrace, his smooth body pressed tight against hers. She felt the hard line of his erect cock against her belly. "Hi, Barb," said Danny. "I missed you."
CHAPTER THREE
Danny pressed closer to her, and again she felt the hard line of his young cock against her belly. The boy was erect and eager, and he wasn't bothering to hide it. Barb was so shocked and surprised, she didn't know what to say. Suddenly she realized what had always bothered her about Danny, that vague thing she hadn't been able to define before. It was his attitude toward her. He'd never acted like a child toward her, but rather like a fellow adult. She remembered now that at the airport, when she first met him, he'd looked frankly at her body, and she'd caught him admiring her a few times after that. At fifteen, he obviously considered himself old enough to be her lover.
Barb was horrified at the idea. He was far too young for her, and, besides, he was her son, or would be when the adoption papers were completed. She pushed frantically at him and at last found her voice.
"Danny," she gasped, "let go of me!"
"Why?" he said nonchalantly. "I like you. We're gonna live together, aren't we? So why not be friends?"
"But, Danny," she sputtered, "I intend to adopt you. I'm going to be your mother. And boys don't do this with their mothers."
"Do what?" said Danny.
Barb sighed. She couldn't seem to make him get the point, nor could she push him away. He was strong, and he clung to her like a leech. Her big naked tits were flattened by his hard young chest, arid his fiercely erect prick was rubbing insistently against her belly. In spite of her horror at the situation, she felt another danger, too-the danger of her own heated passions. She'd come home from the Carrs' house so horny she could have screamed, and Danny's attentions weren't making things any easier for her. His skin was warm and smooth, pleasant to touch, and he was beginning to poke his hard little dick around, seeking to slip it between her legs, right into the aching wet mouth of her cunt, where she knew it would feel fantastic ... She had to do something. She'd never be able to live with herself if she fucked her own nephew, the boy who was soon to become her adopted son.
"Danny," she said desperately, "if I can't make you see what's wrong, you'll just have to take my word for it. I don't want to do this. Please, let me go."
He heard the urgency in her voice, and he let go of her and moved away, so that their bodies no longer touched. "Okay," he said. "Sorry. But can I stay awhile, if I don't bother you? I got kinda spooked when you were gone."
Again Barb sighed. She wished she had more experience with kids. She didn't know how to deal with Danny. "Just awhile," she said. "You have to learn to sleep alone."
"Thanks, Barb," Danny said gratefully.
He wasn't touching her any more, but she could still feel his warmth radiating to her, and she remembered the silky hard touch of his delicious young cock. She prayed he'd get up and leave her soon, before her lust got out of hand....
Danny was buying time. His frontal assault hadn't worked, and now he had to think of some other way, something more subtle, to get to touch Barb again. It was really a drag, having to play all these games. It wasn't like back on the ranch with Ella....
Danny was ten when his parents were killed in a car wreck, and he'd gone to live with his grandmother on her ranch in Montana. He'd liked it there well enough, but things got really good when he was thirteen and the housekeeper, Ella, became interested in him. Danny had shot up fast that year, getting tall and developing the broad shoulders and well-defined muscles of a young man. He was handsome, too, and he'd always had a charming way with women.
Ella was a buxom country girl of thirty who had never married. She got room, board, and a little spending money for tending his grandmother's house. Ella was bored and lonely most of the time, and she would have given her right arm to be married, but she was just too homely and too much past her prime for any man to be seriously interested in her. Not that they didn't mind having her for a few rolls in the hay-Ella had probably been fucked by every ranch hand Grandma had ever employed. But they soon dropped her for prettier girls in town, and the summer Danny turned thirteen, Ella was ripe for a man.
Danny vividly remembered the day his grandmother went to town for an all-day shopping expedition, leaving him alone with Ella. The day started out nice, but by noon a storm blew up, a wild session of thunder and lightning that terrified Ella. She was standing in the kitchen with Danny, watching the storm out the window, and when thunder suddenly made the house rock, she screamed and grabbed the boy.
Danny thought it was funny-till he felt her big plump tits pressing against him and also felt an acute attack of horniness. He slipped his arms around the trembling woman, who was frantic to be held, and he began feeling her big soft tits, sneakily at first, then boldly. Ella didn't seem to mind, so presently he slipped his hand up her skirt and began exploring. He was completely innocent-a virgin who'd never touched a girl before, who'd never seen a naked woman. He was eager to find out all about girls and sex. Ella let him find out. As her terror passed, her lust grew, and soon she allowed Danny to take all her clothes off and ease her down on the floor.
He would never forget his first sight of a naked woman. He was awed by the size of Ella's tits-they seemed enormous to him, each one as big as his head, and she had big brown nipples that stood out starkly from the milky-white flesh of her great heaving tits. He was awed, too, by her cunt, that mysterious female region so different from what boys have.
She had a great brown fur patch that covered the whole lower half of her belly, incredibly soft and fluffy fur, Danny discovered when he petted it. When he eased her legs apart for a look, he found a region of bright-red naked flesh, strange folds and protuberances that made no sense to him. But when he touched her there, Ella went wild.
She moaned huskily as his fingers gently explored her swollen red cuntlips, and musky juice seeped all over her exposed slit. Danny sensed that her excitement would aid his cause, so he went on stroking her there, all over that wet slick flesh between her legs. Ella moaned louder, got wetter, and then suddenly she reached out and grabbed Danny and pulled him into a crushing embrace atop her huge hot tits.
"Ohhhhhh, honey," she groaned, "I can't wait no longer. Get into me ... hurry...."
Danny didn't have the slightest idea what she meant. He knew almost nothing about sex, except for what he saw the farm animals do and except for a little garbled information from his buddies. Ella had to show him how to do it.
She told him to undress, and she seemed delighted when she noticed he had a fierce hard-on.
She pulled him on top of her again and seized his stiff cock, guiding it into her body. Danny shivered violently with pleasure as he felt his horny little dick sliding into a fleshy nest that was clinging, hot and wet.
Ella didn't have to teach him any more. He just followed his instincts, which were to work his hungry cock in her cunt as fast and hard and deep as he could. That suited Ella fine. She went wild with the pleasure of being fiercely fucked.
She screamed, pumped her wide hips, and practically choked the breath out of him, and Danny felt floods of boiling cunt juice bathing his jerking cock. He quickly fucked her into a series of howling orgasms that made her strong cunt muscles grip and squeeze his probing cock, and he was almost deafened by her ecstatic screaming.
At last he felt the delicious release of his jism, and in that moment, in the most intense pleasure he'd ever known, he vowed that he'd never be without a woman, that he would always have someone to fuck. No other fun could compare with fucking.
He'd been fucking plump homely Ella for two years and was beginning to get a little bored with her, when the letter came from California, inviting him to become Lon and Barb's adopted son. Danny was eager to go. He wanted the excitement of city life and the crowds of beautiful young California girls. Ella, of course, was heartbroken to see him go, but he didn't care. There was something hard in Danny, something that made him incapable of love and sentiment. Women were only playthings to him, not fellow human beings, and he could dump them without a qualm. He looked forward to attending school in L.A. and meeting a lot of foxy liberated chicks who liked to fuck. He was tired and disgusted with the farm girls he went to school with in Montana, girls who wouldn't even let him touch them below the waist, for fear it would damage their precious virginity.
But with his first sight of his Aunt Barbara, he was no longer interested in girls his own age. He had to have Barb, no one else. At least other girls could come later, but he wouldn't rest until he'd seduced this glamorous brunette with the fantastic tits. Barb was the most beautiful, sexy thing he'd ever seen. He knew she wasn't like Ella, that she was no pushover. She was a lady, and he ought to play it cool with her.
But the second night he was in her house, he just couldn't wait. When he heard her come home from the Carrs', he just leaped into bed with her. For one beautiful moment he'd held her naked trembling body next to his, felt her mountainous tits and the sweet little patch of her cunt fur-and then she'd pushed him away. No, it wasn't going to be easy with Barb, but he wasn't giving up. He had to fuck her....
"Barb," he said gently, "I'm sorry if I upset you. It's just that I like you so much, and I guess I'm a little freaked, getting used to a new home."
That hit her where she lived, just as he intended. "Oh, Danny," she said warmly, "I'm sorry, too. I mean, maybe it wasn't such a hot idea, taking you from your grandmother, just because Lon and I wanted a child. Maybe you were happier there. If you want to go back-"
"Oh, no," Danny quickly broke in. "I like it here. I like the city. The ranch was a drag. It's just that I have to get used to it. You're the only friend I have here, Barb. I guess that's why I want to be close to you." Yes, he had always had a way with women, a way of touching their hearts and making them do what he wanted. His little speech worked. Barb stifled a sob and slipped her arm around his shoulders, allowing him to snuggle up to her in the warm bed.
"Poor Danny," she said, "I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. You're only homesick, and I thought-" She broke off, embarrassed to say what she thought.
Danny knew. She'd thought he was trying to make time with her, and she was absolutely right. He smirked to himself. He played it cool this time, not grabbing her in horny hunger, but slowly easing his hand onto the silky swelling at the side of her tit, as if the movement were accidental. His other hand trailed around, like he was trying to get comfortable, and came to rest so that his fingers were just barely touching the delicate fringe of her cunt hair. He sighed sleepily and laid his head on her shoulder.
"You're so nice," he said. "I think I can sleep okay now."
Barb listened to his light breathing and envied him. She wished she could fall asleep that easily. But she knew she'd be awake all night now, tortured with lust and unabie to do anything about it. Not only did Danny's presence keep her from masturbating for relief, he also excited her beyond endurance. It had been a month now since a man held her, a month since she'd pressed her flesh against a naked male body.
She wanted Danny to roll onto her, thrust his rigid cock into her starved cunt, fuck her all night-yet she knew it was impossible. He was just an innocent boy, and he was her nephew. She could never do a thing like that ... Barb closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She drifted into a half-doze, losing her alertness, only vaguely conscious of her surroundings. Before she knew it, she had drifted into a dream of Lon, Lon making love to her....
When he knew by her breathing that she was asleep, Danny boldly cupped her gently heaving tit. He trembled with wonder at its size. Her tits were bigger even than Ella's, the soft warm flesh overflowing his hand. Her tits were nicer than Ella's, too, much softer while being firmer and better shaped. He could have played with those huge creamy boobs all night-but there were other things he wanted to do.
One hand fondled her left tit, while the other crept onto the soft warm mat of her cunt fur. Her little triangular patch was much smaller and daintier than Ella's. He could easily feel the plump pulsing cuntlips beneath the fur. He wriggled his finger between them and found the tiny hot bump of her clitoris. He didn't know the name for that funny little organ, but he recalled how much Ella liked to be touched there. All he'd had to do was rub his finger over it a few times, and Ella would cream in scalding floods and beg him to fuck her. He hoped the same trick would work with Barb.
Danny pressed his fingertip gently onto the tiny hot bump of her clit, then rubbed it delicately. Barb sighed in her sleep. He rubbed the little fleshy shaft again, and he felt a slight moistening, a faint throbbing. He laid his finger stiffly against the little bud and sawed it steadily but gently back and forth. Barb moaned softly in her sleep, and after a moment he felt his finger getting wet. She arched her unconscious body a little, rubbing her small, hot clit agianst his sawing finger, and she opened her thighs a little wider. Danny was delighted with his progress.
He went on rubbing his finger back and forth across her sensitive little joy button, and the more he rubbed, the wetter she got. She moaned louder in her sleep, and he felt her minuscule clit rising slowly into erection, getting hard and fiery hot. His finger was soaked with her cunt juice.
While he went on rubbing her clit, he slipped his other hand off her big swelling tit and brought it down between her legs. She was steamy and moist there, and he felt the light fringe of hair around her slick plump pussylips.
Very carefully, Danny eased a finger between the swollen lips and located the tiny recessed mouth of her cunt. It was much smaller than Ella's, but then Ella had fucked every guy on the ranch, while Barb, he imagined, had fucked only her husband. Danny wormed the stiff tip of his middle finger into the hot wet mouth of her cunt, sticking it in just an inch.
He probed her, working his fingertip back and forth in small wicked motions like a timid miniature cock. Barb moaned loudly, and her muscular cuntal mouth gripped his finger as if to pull it in deeper. A scalding burst of pussy cream soaked his hand.
Danny grinned to himself in the darkness. She might be a lady, she might tell him no, but she wanted it. She wanted it as much as any other chick. He rubbed harder, faster, on her stiffening little clit and in the dripping hot mouth of her cunt, and Barb's juices boiled out into his palm.
She was having the most delicious dream. Deeply asleep, Barb imagined that Lon was alive and making love to her. She was in bed, had just drifted off, and he was mischievously playing with her, rubbing her clit and slyly poking his fingertip in and out of her cuntal mouth, devilishly arousing her. She smiled in her sleep. She'd let him go on doing it for a while, because it felt so damned good....
His fingers worked expertly on her aroused taut clit and in the drooling gripping mouth of her eager cunt. She moaned happily and arched her body a little to get more sweet hot friction from his wicked fingers. There was no hurry. She loved to have her pussy played with, and she'd just enjoy it awhile. But he aroused her faster than she'd anticipated. It seemed they hadn't fucked in a long time, and she was very eager for it. Groggily she reached out for his cock, wanting to return his caresses, to show the urgency of her need.
She groped around under the covers and found his prick. It was rock hard, fiery hot, and throbbing lustily in her hand. She curled her fingers around it and pumped it slowly, sensually, wanting only to arouse him, not to bring him off. She loved the feel of the silky smooth cock shaft, the way it slipped softly between her pumping fingers. She could feel the hard yet throbbing core inside. She moved her hand slowly upward till she held the hard swollen knob of his cockhead, and then she ran her finger around the taut bulb, making him shiver with pleasure.
He rubbed harder on her clit, just as she wanted him to. She ran her curled fingers down again, down the deliciously smooth pole of his erect cock, till his pubic bush tickled her hand. She moved farther down, till she felt his tight hot balls, and she cupped the swollen nuts in her hand and squeezed them gently, steadily. He gasped and shivered, began moving his hips, feeding his taut balls to her hand, snaking his rigid cock back and forth over her belly.
His cock began to drool his hot juice, and Barb quickly brought her other hand down to his red-hot leaking cockhead. She smeared the juice all over the slick sensitive head of his cock, and again he shivered and moaned. She smiled to herself. It wouldn't be long now before he was too horny to wait, before he gasped with longing and climbed onto her eager body ... She tickled and rubbed his drooling cockhead with one hand, and with the other she went on rhythmically squeezing his tight swollen balls. She liked to be naughty with Lon, liked to arouse him shamelessly....
Danny was shivering with lust. He couldn't tell if Barb was awake or not, and he didn't much care. He only worried about being able to hold out till he could fuck her. It came as a complete and delightful surprise when she suddenly reached down and started playing with his cock and balls. He hadn't expected that. Even Ella never did that-she said it was "wicked" to touch a man there. Apparently Aunt Barb found nothing wicked about it.
She eagerly pumped his cock and played with the juice that dribbled from his swollen glans. She slipped her other hand under his achingly full balls and squeezed them in just the right way-not too hard, but vigorously enough to send delicious jolts of pleasure through his loins. He loved what she was doing, loved having his cock and nuts played with for the very first time. But his goal was to get into her cunt, and he had to keep from shooting his load till then.
Danny gritted his teeth and went on playing with her clit and cunt, trying to arouse her to helpless lust before it was too late. Her crotch was soaked now, her nipping cuntal mouth red hot, and she was grinding her pussy shamelessly around his probing finger. Impulsively he slid his stiff middle finger all the way into her cunt, as far as he could go.
Barb moaned loudly, and he felt his inserted finger suddenly soaked with her boiling cunt cream. It felt delicious inside her, tight and slick and fiery hot. He'd thought all cunts were the same, but he'd been wrong. Barb's was much smaller and tighter than Ella's. Shit, poor ol' Ella was like the Grand Canyon compared to this sweet snug little twat. He ached to get his stiff cock in there, to fuck his beautiful Aunt Barb ... He wondered if it was time, if she would permit it now....
Barb, half-asleep, was still in the spell of her dream, still imagining that Lon lay beside her, wickedly playing with her clit and cunt. She almost yelled with pleasure when he suddenly slid his finger all the way up her boiling cunt, and she shamelessly ground her wet pussy around his deep-probing stiff digit. She felt mischievous and wicked. If he thought he was turning her on, he was right, but she had a few surprises in store, too. Twisting suddenly, deftly reversing her position, Barb managed to bring her head down to his crotch without dislodging his probing finger from her aroused cunt. She grinned impishly. She knew just what Lon liked best....
Danny stifled a gasp as he felt a delicious sensation on his stiff cock. Something rough yet slick, something warm and wet, was working around and around the sensitive flesh of his cockhead. It was the most stinging pleasure he'd ever felt in his young life-and it took him a moment to realize that it was her tongue.
Holy shit, she was licking his cock!
Danny trembled with the wicked knowledge. He'd heard something about this from the older boys at school. They'd told him, sniggering and squirming, that bad girls like to "eat cock", to use their mouths and tongues on a guy's prick. Danny hadn't really believed it. It sounded too good to be true, just like a lot of his horny fantasies. He'd nevertheless asked Ella to do it to him, and she'd slapped his face. She said that only whores did things like that. Well, she was wrong. His Aunt Barb was no whore, she was a respectable middle-class lady-and she was licking his prick like it was candy.
Danny was delighted. He was going to learn so much from Barb, so much more than ignorant Ella could teach him ... Barb's wet little tongue lapped greedily around the drooling head of his erect cock, licking up his juice and swallowing it as fast as it dribbled out. It felt fantastic-too damned good. He almost came, almost shot his load of jism right in her face. He had to fuck her now, before it was too late.
Barb gasped as he suddenly moaned and twisted around to face her. He grabbed her roughly and climbed on top of her, using his knees sharply to force her thighs apart. She felt the hard hot head of his stiff prick nosing into the tender wet tissues of her cunt. He'd never been so rough before, but she liked it. She was ready for it, frantically ready. For a long time she'd wanted Lon to fuck her this way. She appreciated his gentle, slow lovemaking, but she was up for something different tonight, for a rough, panting, hard fuck.
"Oh, yes, darling," she sighed, coming fully awake now in her eagerness. "Yes, yes, I want you...."
She willingly opened her long legs wide for him and arched her pelvis to offer him the open, eager mouth of her cunt. He poked hard with his fiercely erect cock, skidding and sliding on her wet tissues, sliding right into the wet waiting mouth of her horny cunt. She felt him going into her, felt the delicious hardness, the full stuffing of her starved pussy. It was wonderful. It had been so long since she'd been fucked, so damned long....
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, clinging hard to him, "ohhhhhh! Darling, yes, yesss ... get into me! Deep, darling, deep!-I want your cock in my cunt, as deep as you can!-Oh, my God, YES!"
He thrust all the way to her womb, and Barb cried out ecstatically. She was starved for a good hard fuck, aching for the rough thrusts of his cock. She threw her legs wide open, and her cunt creamed furiously, helplessly. She began to work her horny pussy in violent grinding motions around the fat impalement of his cock. Never had she fucked so wildly and shamelessly.
Still a little confused from her dream, she didn't understand why she and Lon hadn't fucked for so long. She only knew it had been quite a while and that she needed it badly. He began to move in her now, jabbing his cock roughly in and out of her seething wet cunt, fucking her hard and fast, just the way she craved.
She felt his plump balls slapping hard against her ass, heard him panting and moaning as he fucked her. She was so wet, and he was stuffing her cunt so full, that their fucking was noisy, a lewd slurping and squishing sound that filled the room. She loved that, too, loved every wicked thing he did. He seemed looser tonight, more uninhibited than usual.
While he fucked her roughly, swiftly, he planted his moui-h on her nipple and sucked hard, sending dizzy waves of pleasure through her body. He sawed and ground his hips sideways in her, awakening new sources of sweet hot friction in her famished cunt, making her cry out hoarsely with joy. Never had he fucked her so well.
"Do you like it?" he panted. "Is it in deep enough?"
Yet there was something out of place, not quite right. She thought it was his voice. It was not quite like Lon's normal voice. She didn't have time to puzzle over it, though. Suddenly she was coming, a shattering climax that shook her whole body and made her wail with pleasure. It was an orgasm that made up for weeks of horny longing, that made her cream in steamy gushing floods all around his hard-driving cock. It seemed to go on and on, till she was almost hoarse with moaning, and then he was coming, too, his voice sharp and husky with pleasure, and his jism sizzling into her cunt. She opened her legs wide and welcomed the jetting blasts of his hot cum.
She loved him intensely for the delicious fuck he'd given her, and she wanted to see his face, to kiss him and savor the lazy satisfaction on his lips. He lay panting on top of her, his shrinking prick still firmly gripped in her flooded cunt. Barb was careful not to dislodge him as she reached out and snapped on the bedside lamp.
She looked up and saw Danny's flushed and leering face very close to hers. Not Lon, but Danny! Not her husband, but her-nephew!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, my God, NO!" Barb gasped. Fully awake now, she remembered that her husband was dead, and that no one could have fucked her but Danny. She hardly needed more proof of her mistake than his flushed and triumphant face above her, his limp teenage cock still inside her spasming cunt.
She rolled out from under him, sobbing. She felt literally sick with guilt. This was the boy she intended to adopt as her son, and she'd just fucked him, fucked him like a wanton wild woman. What must he think of her? And what did she think of him? She knew now that Danny was much more experienced than the average fifteen-year-old. She remembered his expert caressing of her cunt, the way he didn't fumble around when he entered her. Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into?
"Hey, Barb, what's the matter?" said Danny.
He was all attention. In his heart he really didn't care about Barb, except for her body. He thought she was a silly cunt to cry like that after a far-out fuck. But he had to play the game. He wasn't finished with his beautiful aunt, not by any means.
Barb felt his muscular young arm slipping around her, his hand touching her big warm tits. She shivered with revulsion and pulled farther away from him, right to the edge of the bed.
"Danny," she said in a choked voice, "I didn't know it was you. I was dreaming of Lon. I would never have made love to you intentionally. It's incest, Danny. Do you know what that means?"
"Yeah," said the boy, "it means relatives making it. But that's a load of crap. What difference does it make, as long as you don't have babies? As long as nobody else knows? Anyhow, Barb, we aren't really relatives, not by blood. Don't be so upset. It was really great-you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
She gave a choking sob. Christ, yes, she'd enjoyed it, more than any fuck of her life, she'd been so horny. She couldn't tell Danny that, though.
"I still feel like it's incest," she said wearily, "and it will be, when you're my son. And you're so young, Danny-far too young for me. I don't ever want to touch you again, ever...."
Behind her back, Danny frowned in exasperation. Jesus, he'd never understand this woman. She'd just gone crazy with pleasure as he fucked her, and now she was saying she didn't want it. He was tempted to smack her across the face, but he held himself in. He wanted her again, so he mustn't alienate her.
"I think you're wrong, Barb," he said gently. "I don't think it's incest, since we're not really related. I think it makes sense for us to be lovers. We both need somebody."
Again, everything he said was true, and his proposition was very tempting. She did need a man, desperately, and Danny was exceptionally good in bed. But her conscience, her morality, would not permit her to become the mistress of a teenage boy who was to be her adopted child.
"No, Danny," she said firmly, "never again. I mean it. Now please go back to your room."
Danny clenched his fist angrily. Silly bitch, he'd show her! For now, however, it was in his best interests to please her. "All right, Barb," he said wistfully, "but I hope you'll change your mind. I like you so much."
After Danny left, she slept for short periods, but she kept waking up with nagging attacks of guilt. She remembered her outlandish behavior when the boy fucked her, the way she'd ground her cunt around his cock, the way she'd moaned her encouragement ... It was shameful, something she'd never live down. She wished she could send Danny back to Montana, but she'd brought him all this way and promised him a new exciting life in the city. She was stuck.
Fortunately the next morning Danny was preoccupied with his first day of school, and he made no reference to the previous night. Barb saw him off with relief, then busied herself with housework. Around one in the afternoon the doorbell rang, and there was Howard Jennings, the family lawyer, who had settled Lon's estate and was to arrange her adoption of Danny.
Barb brightened immediately when she saw Howard. He was such a nice man and had become a dear and trusted friend to her during the awful period of mourning for Lon. "Howard," she said, flashing him a radiant smile, "I'm so glad to see you! Come in!"
Howard Jennings was a tall lean man of about thirty-five, with black hair and graying temples and an oddly handsome hawk-like face. He had never married, for he was too busy devoting himself to his law practice. He wasn't in it just to make a buck, but because he believed in justice. When his regular business day was over, Howard usually devoted his evenings to charity cases, poor people who needed legal aid but couldn't afford it. For almost fifteen years he'd been totally absorbed in his legal crusades, and though he liked women and dated a lot, he'd never thought seriously about settling down-until he met Barbara Kent. The beautiful young widow simply bowled him over. Her combination of looks, brains, and sensitivity met his ideal standards in a woman. He wanted her, he wanted her forever, but out of respect for her recent widowhood, he'd made no move as yet.
"I'm glad to see you, too, Barb," he said, following her into the living room. "I hope you're doing well." He eyed her lithe yet voluptuous figure as she preceded him, and he found himself hungering for her. He imagined how silky-soft her naked body would be, how warm and loving a woman she could be. Patience, he told himself. She hadn't gotten over Lon yet. He'd known Lon, a handsome, sexy, talented guy who'd be a helluva hard act to follow. Howard knew he had to wait till the memory of Lon faded in her mind.
"I'm doing as well as can be expected, thank you," said Barb. She looked pale today, not her usual radiant self. "Would you like some coffee?"
"Yes, thanks," said Howard. He wished they didn't have to be so formal. He would have liked to leap across the coffee table and embrace her. He accepted a cup of coffee, opened his briefcase, and took out the appropriate papers. "Well, Lon's estate is more or less settled, except for the formality of probate," he said, hating his business-like voice. "By the end of the month, you ought to receive the money that's due you. It's not much-he wasn't rich, and he wasn't heavily insured. But it'll keep you for a year or so, till you find work."
Barb waved her hand sadly. "I don't care about money," she said. "It's nothing, compared to losing Lon." Her big brown eyes misted.
Howard could have kicked himself. It seemed as if everything he said reminded her painfully of her dead husband. He said quickly, "Well, so that's settled. Let's get on to the next thing-your adoption of Danny."
That ought to have made her brighten up-it usually did. But to Howard's surprise, Barb flushed deeply and looked even more miserable. "I don't know about that, Howard," she said, struggling to keep her voice even. "Perhaps we ought to wait on it till I've done some more thinking."
"But, Barb," he said, "I thought it was settled.
You were looking forward to it so much. You brought him here, didn't you? You've seen him?"
Her lovely face grew even redder. "Yes, that's just it," she said. "I don't know if Danny and I will get along, Howard. He-he's not a child, and I wanted a child. It's so hard to explain. Anyhow, I want to think about it more. I know you must be impatient with me, but, please, let's wait on it."
"Of course," said Howard. "I'm not impatient. We'll wait as long as you want." He was dying to know her objections to the boy, but he didn't pry. He was also dying to ask her out to dinner, somewhere they could relate as man and woman, not lawyer and client-but it was too soon. Perhaps in another month....
Barb accompanied him to the door, and it was torture for him to walk so close to her, smelling her faint flowery scent, watching her superb supple body moving beside him. He wanted this woman in the worst way. As a lawyer, he had long practice in keeping a blank face, in concealing his emotions, but inside he seethed with longing for her. He imagined her in his bed, her long smooth body pressing against his, her voice hoarse with welcome as he fucked her ... Stop it, he told himself sternly.
"Goodbye, Barb," he said. "Whenever you need me, just call."
"Thank you, Howard," she said, smiling at him with genuine warmth.
Dear Howard, she thought as he walked away, always the gentleman. What would he think, how would he react, if he knew that last night she'd fucked the boy she was to adopt?
Danny got home at three-thirty, bubbling with the excitement of his first day at school. He babbled away while Barb fixed him a snack, giving the general impression of being bored with his teachers and classes but crazy about the other kids. He'd already found a gang of boys to pal around with, already spotted half a dozen girls he wanted to date. "It sure beats country living," he said happily. "Man, I'm really gonna like it here."
Barb winced. She couldn't send him away now. He obviously loved his new life, and she had no right to discard him, like unwanted junk. Somehow she'd just have to tolerate his presence, though he reminded her constantly of the terrible thing she'd done. And he was so attractive. His blond hair wafted clean and long around his tan face, his blue-green eyes were bright and healthy, and from the short sleeves of his shirt protruded his tan muscular arms, strong arms that had held her ... No, she mustn't think like that. He was only fifteen, and if she tried, she could think of him as a child.
Danny didn't make it easy for her, though. When he'd finished his snack and his rambling account of his first day at school, he seemed to shift gears abruptly and concentrate on Barb. He followed her around the house, frankly watching her sweetly curved body as she worked, contriving to brush against her. He made her very nervous, yet she didn't want to be harsh with him. She had to remember that he was only a child.
Barb was dusting in her room when Danny suddenly grabbed her and started pulling her toward the bed.
"Danny, NO!" she cried, trying to fight loose of his eager embrace. "I told you last night-I don't want to do it again!"
Danny laughed. "Aw, come off it, Barb. You dug it last night, and you'll dig it now. Anyhow, I need you real bad. I'm horny as hell."
She was struck by his callousness. He needed her, so that was that. It didn't seem to matter that she was shocked, horrified, and resistant. Her feelings didn't count with this boy. She tried to break his grip, but he was very strong, and he succeeded in getting her to the bed and pushing her down on it. He reached for the buttons of her dress, and Barb seized his wrists and struggled to hold him off her.
"Danny," she panted, "I can understand that you're horny. That's normal for a boy your age. But you can't have me. Go jack off, for heaven's sake. Or find a girl your own age."
Danny laughed, but it was a hard cruel sound. "Jacking off is kid's stuff," he said, "and I'm a man. I want a woman. Maybe I will find a chick to ball, but I haven't got one yet, so I need you. Why don't you just quit fighting, Auntie, and enjoy it? You know I can give you a great fuck."
Barb blushed at his language. She couldn't kid herself any longer. He was no child, no little boy. He had a man's strength and a man's needs. She still managed to hold him at arm's length, and she could see the crotch of his tight jeans, which bulged ominously. He had a hard-on, and it was for her. Oh, God, what a fool she'd been to bring an adolescent boy into her house. She was too young-and, frankly, too sexy-to assume a mother's role to this boy. And the boy knew it. What was she going to do?
"Let me go," she whimpered. "I don't want to do it. Please, let me go...."
Danny pushed her arms slowly down to her sides, and though Barb resisted with all her strength, he was too much for her. He twisted her arms behind her back, and the pain was excruciating. Barb screamed.
"Stop fighting," he panted, "and you won't get hurt. Get it?"
She nodded tearfully and went limp on the bed. Danny, sweaty and red-faced with effort, sighed and let go of her arms. Barb lay half on the bed, her legs and ass hanging over the edge. She wore a short cotton housedress which had hiked up during their struggle, so that Danny could see her firm tan thighs and just the very edge of her white panties. He saw the elastic legband and a few wispy dark pubic curls escaping from it, and he saw the flat crotch-it was perfectly dry. He had to do something about that.
Barb's great jutting tits heaved heavily as she caught her breath. The big firm globes strained at the buttons of her dress. Danny began to undo the buttons, while Barb looked miserably at him. He felt her scalding flesh right through the thin cotton, and as he unbuttoned the front of her dress, he saw the deep cleavage of her big tits as they strained in the confinement of her bra.
Tits like that shouldn't be confined, he thought. They ought to swing free-and he intended to make them free. He finished with the buttons and roughly tugged the top of her dress down to her waist. Barb lay limp and unresisting, but she sobbed in shame and humiliation. Her sobbing annoyed him. Damn her, why couldn't she just relax and enjoy? Why did she have to be a silly prude?
He slipped his hands under her back and struggled with the catch of her bra. It was a sonofabitch, it was so tight, but he finally managed to undo it. Barb gave an involuntary gasp of relief as she felt the tight band slipping away. Secretly she yearned to go without a bra, free and comfortable, but with tits like hers, she might have caused a riot. It felt good when Danny tugged off her bra, but his leering face reminded her of the horror of her situation. She tried to get up, to flee, but he pushed her roughly down again. Her huge tits jiggled violently, and Danny grinned as he watched them.
"Man," he said wonderingly, "you've got the biggest tits I ever saw. Uncle Lon was real lucky. Did he play with them?"
Barb blushed hotly. "That's none of your damned business!" she snapped. "You leave Lon out of this!"
Danny laughed. "Sure, sure. I just wanted to know if he was a good lay. I bet he was-it runs in the family. I bet he fucked you crazy."
Barb wept in humiliation. Danny's snotty arrogance was maddening, and she felt as if Lon's memory were defiled by the boy's crude talk. Worse, he reminded her acutely of Lon's lovemaking, lost to her forever. Danny was right, Lon had fucked her crazy-but that knowledge was secret and sacred. It didn't belong on this kid's dirty mouth. Hatred for Danny welled up in her. She was horrified at herself. This was the boy she wanted to adopt, and already she despised him. She watched in anguish as Danny's sweaty hands came to rest on the creamy quivering mounds of her huge tits.
"Nice," he said, "real nice. So soft and hot ... Man, I'm gonna love playing with your jugs, baby."
He pressed his scalding-hot sweaty palms down on her light-brown nipples, and Barb felt sudden sharp pleasure washing through her body. She couldn't help it, she was so sensitive there. Danny rubbed his wet palms lightly over her receptive nipples, and little bursts of excitement shot from the tender brown bumps right down to the center of her starved cunt. She felt her nipples going into hot stiff erection under his caressing palms, felt the first eager moistening of her empty cunt. Oh, God, she thought, what was the matter with her? He was only fifteen, and a bastard to boot ... How could she possibly want him?
She did want him, though, she couldn't deny it. She wanted a strong male body, a stiff ready cock, even if they belonged to this arrogant teenager. She sobbed in shame. Danny meanwhile rubbed her nipples into tender glowing stiffness, making her whole body melt with lust. The boy was grinning insanely as he watched his own performance, watched his tan hands playing over the huge white cushions of her jelly-like tits. Damn, she was beautiful, a princess compared to ugly old Ella. He wanted to devour her lush body, to enjoy every inch of her.
"Yeah," he breathed, "you got great tits, baby. But let's see how you're doing down here. I didn't get to look last night."
To Barb's horror, he pushed her short skirt right up to her waist. Her dress was now nothing more than a rumpled roll of cloth around her middle, and her whole body was exposed to his leering eyes, from her jutting naked tits down to her skimpy white panties. She gasped and whimpered as Danny thrust his hand between her silky thighs and rubbed the flat crotch of her panties.
"You're still dry, Auntie," he said. "I'll have to do something about that. I want you nice an' wet for me, like you were last night."
"I'll never be!" Barb cried hysterically. "Last night I thought you were Lon, can't you understand that? I don't want you!"
Danny slapped her hard across the face. He couldn't take any more of her whining, her hypocritical protests. He'd been polite long enough. He was going to fuck her, and no more arguments.
Barb screamed with the pain of his blow. It felt as if her neck had snapped. Terrified of his merciless strength, she fell back limp on the bed and let him do what he wanted. Somehow she'd get away before he fucked her-she had to-but for now she was afraid to move.
"That's better," he hissed. "You just lie still, or I'll hit you again. Just relax, Auntie, and get off on it. I can get you hot, real hot...."
She noticed that the bulge in his crotch grew bigger and harder as he spoke, that he excited himself with his own filthy words. He rubbed the tight crotch of her panties again, seeking to stimulate her cunt juices, but when she remained dry, he grunted impatiently and reached for the waistband of her panties. He tugged the little garment down, and Barb sobbed quietly.
Danny watched gleefully as her delicate brown pubic curls popped out from under the retreating waistband. He uncovered her loins slowly, relishing the gradual exposure of her cunt mound and its fluffy patch of gleaming curls. She had a real sweet little snatch, not like Ella's big thick forest. He got her panties down around her thighs and feasted for a moment on the sight of her cute little curly triangle. Then he roughly stripped her panties off over her feet and tossed them aside. Her whole lovely body was exposed to his hungry eyes, the most magnificent body he'd ever seen or even dreamed of.
He was eager to compare her cunt with Ella's. Last night he'd only felt it in the darkness, but now he had a chance to look. He forced Barb's long legs roughly apart, and she gasped with pain.
"Bend your knees!" he snapped. "Get 'em open! I wanta look!"
Sobbing, Barb bent her knees and drew her thighs as far aspart as she could. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life, with her whole cunt exposed to this boy's leering eyes. She saw him grinning as he studied her, and it was so embarrassing that she had to close her eyes. How was she going to get away from him?
Danny studied her lewdly exposed cunt, the gleaming pink tissues with their light fringe of brown hair. He placed his fingers on her curly cunt mound and slowly parted the plump hairy lips, uncovering the tiny red shaft of her clit. He'd thought last night that it was smaller than Ella's, and he'd been right. Ella's clit was big and long and almost purple, but Barb's was tiny and neat and red. Her tiny clit was just as sensitive as Ella's, though. Danny reached out and placed the tip of his finger on Barb's little red button. He rubbed it, and his lovely aunt flinched violently and gasped.
"Don't, Danny," she moaned. "Don't do this to me...."
"Bullshit!" he laughed. "You like it. You like it when I play with you there."
That was just the point, Barb thought miserably. The last thing she wanted was to get hot for him, to give in to him again. If she set a pattern of succumbing, she might as well give up. Danny would know he could have her any time, that she was his private whore. She couldn't let that happen....
He touched her tiny sensitive clit again, wickedly running his finger around the dry red shaft, and she gasped with the hot pleasure of it, the stinging jolts of lust that leaped through her pelvis. To her shame and horror, a big hot gush of pussy juice shot from her cunt and soaked his hand. The blond boy leered at her.
"Yeah, you like it!" he laughed. "You want me to play with your pussy. I bet you like this, too."
Barb felt his stiff middle finger worming into her cunt. A moment ago it had been dry, but now it was juicy and hot with her helpless pussy cream. She felt the stiff penetration of his rigid finger, the dizzy waves of pleasure as he stuffed her hungry cunt. He began to work his finger stiffly in and out, like a miniature cock, and her cunt juiced hotly around the impaling digit. She wanted this, dammit, wanted it bad....
Danny probed and sawed in her hotly juicing cunt, finger-fucking her into violent lust, and with his other hand he rubbed and circled the tender shaft of her clit, making her gasp and whine with pleasure. She was creaming all over his hands, making an obscene display of herself. Helplessly she began humping his hands, jerking her ravenous cunt up and down to get more delicious friction from his probing fingers. She knew what was coming, knew what she was going to do if she didn't get hold of herself. Another moment of this sensational finger play, and she'd just give up, succumb to her need. She'd let him mount her, thrust his cock into her-this cruel conscienceless boy who was also her nephew. No, she couldn't sink that low.
"You like it," he chanted, "you dig it. Your pussy's wet, baby. You like that good hard finger up your cunt. I'm gonna stick my cock up there real soon, and you'll like that even better!"
NO, Barb thought, I won't do it! She still had some pride. An idea occurred to her, something that would keep him from violating her body and bringing her the ultimate shame.
"Danny," she panted, "take off your clothes, too. Let me touch your cock...."
It was humiliating to say it, to sound as if she wanted him to fuck her, but it was necessary to her scheme. She looked up at him. The sweaty-faced teenager looked surprised at first, but then he grinned delightedly.
"Sure, Auntie," he said. "You can play with my cock!"
He shucked off his jeans and shirt. He wasn't wearing shorts. His slim teenage prick stood straight up, hugging his belly, and the glans was cherry red and creaming. Below the puff of blond pubic hair hung his succulent pink balls, very lightly fuzzed with gold. He was attractive, Barb had to admit. She might despise his mind, but she was powerfully drawn to his body. It was no effort at all to reach out and grasp his silky hot cock, to run her hand feverishly up and down its rigid length.
Danny grinned proudly. "You wanta suck on my cock, Auntie?" he taunted.
"Yes," Barb gasped, "yes!"
He was playing right into her hands. He leaped onto the bed, straddling her, his tight young ass pressing down on her heaving tits. The drooling red head of his slim prick trailed wickedly over her hot lips, leaving slimy traces of his cock juice. Barb feigned her hunger as she opened her lips, seized his rigid young cock, and popped it into her juicy mouth. She began to suck his stiff prick loudly, swiftly, as if she were famished for it.
Danny knelt above her, hands on hips, relishing the sigiit of his beautiful aunt sucking his rigid cock. She was like all women, he thought arrogantly-a cocksucker. She couldn't resist the taste of his prick.
He felt fiery pleasure melting his loins as Barb sucked furiously on his dick, drawing it quickly back and forth in the slick juicy tissues of her mouth. He got even more pleasure, though, from the idea of it, of making this gorgeous older woman hungry for his prick juice. She could pretend to be a lady, pretend to have scruples, but in the final analysis, she was just a cunt....
"Yeah, suck it, baby," he panted, "eat it! Get all that good juice! Tastes great, don't it?"
Barb nodded idiotically, seeking to prolong the act, while in her heart she despised him. She sucked and sucked on his cock, hotly, strongly, as she had never sucked Lon....
CHAPTER FIVE
"Blow me, Auntie," Danny panted. "Have some cock for lunch!" He snickered at his own crude wit, but he was fast losing himself in the fiery pleasure of Barb's powerful blow job. Christ, she could suck ... His balls twitched and bloated, his cock ached to spew its load of cum. He'd meant to fuck her, but, shit, that could wait ... She was going to adopt him, keep him with her forever, so there'd be lots of times for fucking. Danny signed and let go.
Barb almost gagged as she caught the first mouthful of his strong-tasting jism. She'd loved eating Lon's cum, but then she'd loved Lon. She despised grinning, leering Danny, and his jism tasted evil to her. Nevertheless she'd won, she'd kept him out of her cunt. She swallowed every drop of his squirting cum, while he grunted and whined and pumped the thick stuff into her throat.
"Oh, man," he sighed, rolling off her at last, "that was far out!" His little cock flopped limp and wet on his thigh, and he spent a moment catching his breath. Then he looked up at Barb and grinned evilly. "That was great for openers, Auntie," he said. "Now get my cock hard again, and I'll fuck you. You ain't had yours yet."
Barb felt panicked-she hadn't expected him to be interested in a second round. She was spared, however, when the phone rang. She leaped off the bed and ran to the living room to answer it.
"Hi," said Tracy Carr. "I thought you might be bored, so I'm asking you over to dinner. Danny, too, if he wants to come. Just hamburgers, but at least you'll have company."
"I'd love to," Barb said quickly.
She knew why Tracy was inviting her. She and George no doubt wanted to repeat their proposition, to invite her into a sexual threesome. They might even fuck in front of her again. Barb didn't especially look forward to it, but it was better than spending the evening alone with Danny. Anything was better than that.
"Swell," said Tracy, popping her gum audibly over the phone. "About seven o'clock, then."
Danny came along, but he didn't stay very long-just long enough to wolf down three hamburgers and excuse himself on the pretext of homework. Barb had made it very clear that she expected him not to goof off at school, that he must make decent grades. He was probably going to race through his homework so he'd be free when she came home-free to fuck her. She refused to worry about it now. She'd worry later. She just had to rest from her conflicts, empty her mind.
In the effort to blot out all troublesome thoughts, she had quite a bit to drink. George was always generous with his liquor, and Barb soon found herself on her fourth bourbon and water. She knew she was getting drunk, really stinko, but she didn't care. It felt good, and she was with friends. She could relax at last, forget Danny, maybe even forget the nagging memory of Lon.
Presently they left the patio and went inside, and George built a roaring fire in the huge vaulted fireplace. Autumn was coming on, and the nights got quickly cold. Barb and Tracy and George sat on the thick soft carpet before the fireplace, grateful for the warmth. The Carrs had had quite a bit to drink, too, and everyone felt mellow. Inevitably, George and Tracy started feeling each other up, but Barb didn't mind so much this time. It was better than fighting off Danny, fighting off her own ravenous lust.
"Barb," said George, "we're worried about you. You look pale lately, like you weren't getting enough rest. You seem concerned about something. Wanta tell us about it? You know we'll help if we can."
Barb wanted desperately to tell someone about the bizarre dilemma she found herself in-having to fight off the sexual advances of her adopted son-to-be. But were George and Tracy the right people to confide in? Something told her to keep her secret, at least for now.
"Oh, it's just a little hard adjusting to instant motherhood," she hedged. "Like I said before, I didn't expect Danny to be so mature."
"Teenagers are always a pain in the ass," said George. "You can't please them. But it'll get better when you know him more."
Barb almost wept. She couldn't "know" Danny better than she already did. He'd been inside her, fucked her, spilled out all his wicked intentions. But she was ashamed to tell her friends such a thing.
"Yeah, honey," Tracy said sympathetically, "you'll learn to handle him. It just takes time. You gotta be patient. Meanwhile, don't worry so much. It won't do any good. Just relax. Relax with George and me."
If she hadn't been so drunk, Barb might have caught Tracy's meaning. As it was, she felt basked in friendship, and her guard was down. Tracy moved closer to her and gently eased her down on her back. She began massaging Barb's hot temples, and Barb sighed, smiled, and closed her eyes. It felt good, and she was grateful for Tracy's motherly attentions. Tracy's expert hands moved down to knead and massage Barb's neck and shoulders, and the distraught young widow felt herself relaxing at last, drifting into light sensual pleasure.
"Tracy," she mumbled, "you're so good to me. You and George...."
"Sshh," Tracy said gently. "Just relax. Don't talk. Relax...."
Tracy rubbed Barb's neck and shoulders into tingling release, and then very slowly her hands moved downward again till she was lightly touching Barb's great swelling tits. She deftly unbuttoned her friend's cotton blouse and slipped her hands inside, under the confining cups of Barb's tight bra.
Tracy felt a jolt of excitement as she touched Barb's full taut tits for the first time. She loved touching other women's bodies. Men were great, they had their place, but there was nothing so soft and sweet to touch as a female body.
Tracy slid her soft cool hands over the tender full nipples of Barb's creamy jugs, then pressed down gently to feel the whole snowy mounds. She began to massage. Barb sighed softly. To her, it was still a massage, and it felt terrific. She would have been horrified to know how horny it was making Tracy.
"Honey," Tracy said softly, "you shouldn't wear a bra. It's torture. This one's way too tight. Want me to loosen it?"
"Umm-hmm," Barb sighed. "Please...."
Tracy deftly unhooked the bra, and Barb gave a lingering sigh as the cruelly tight band slipped away. Tracy's wonderful smooth hands were able to fully cup her tits now, gently and sensually squeezing them. Barb moaned with pleasure, and it seemed as if her body were melting into the rug. She hadn't been so relaxed in ages.
"These clothes are getting in my way," Tracy said. "I'll just slip them off." Barb didn't protest. She wanted more massaging. She flushed a little as she remembered that George was there, too. But what the hell? He was a big boy, he'd seen tits before. She wasn't going to worry about it. She needed this total sweet relaxation, needed it badly....
Tracy gently slipped off Barb's blouse and bra, and she and George stared hungrily at the young widow's body. Barb was unaware of their scrutiny, her eyes blissfully shut, and Tracy was careful to keep her in that sensual trance, delicately massaging her tits. The big melons practically covered Barb's chest, full and upward-thrusting, the big nipples the color of coffee and cream. Yet her tits were in no way gross. They were beautifully shaped, surprisingly firm and delicate for such large jugs. Tracy was powerfully excited by them, increasing the tempo of her massage, thrilling to those great warm fistfuls of creamy flesh. Tracy felt a little hot spurt of cunt juice wetting the crotch of her shorts.
George had sat quietly all this time, not wanting to break the spell, but his hot excitement showed in his eyes. The burly man inched closer and watched as his wife caressed and squeezed and molded Barb's lovely big tits. God, Barb had a beautiful body. She put movie stars to shame. George knew they'd be incredibly lucky if they could win Barb over as their sexual partner. He'd love to fuck this voluptuous full-breasted beauty, and he knew Tracy was getting off on her, too. Tracy was all woman, but she was liberated enough to enjoy other females, too. George felt his cock going hard and eager in his pants, but he knew better than to move too fast. Barb didn't approve of swinging. They'd have to move slow and careful....
Tracy was doing a good job of relaxing their modest and uptight neighbor. Barb didn't open her eyes or protest as Tracy's hands moved down off her gently rising tits and onto her ribs and waist.
Tracy massaged her there briefly, then gently slipped her fingers under the waistband of Barb's jeans. She felt the taut silky stomach, flat and firm, and again she grew excited. Never had she touched a body as lovely as Barb's.
"Your jeans are too tight, honey," she said softly. "I'll just loosen them a little so I can rub you here."
Barb said nothing, only smiled blissfully, her eyes still closed. She felt no alarm. It was an innocent massage, and she was grateful to her friend for helping her relax so deeply. She sighed as she felt Tracy's cool fingers unzipping her jeans and sliding over her belly. She massaged a little there, then slid her hands around to cup Barb's firm round asscheeks. There her hands went to work briskly, expertly, to ease the tension out of the muscles.
"Ummm, that feels great," Barb murmured.
Tracy tugged Barb's jeans down almost to her knees so she could work more freely, and again Barb didn't protest. She lay there naked except for her blue bikini panties, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. George and Tracy were old friends, and nothing wicked was going on. Tracy's hands closed over the taut cheeks of her ass again, kneading and soothing, and Barb purred like a contented cat.
Tracy really got off on squeezing and cupping her beautiful friend's sweet round asscheeks. But when she glanced up at George, she had to smother a giggle. Poor George, he looked as if he were about to come in his pants! He was literally sitting on the edge of his chair, ready to fall off, and he was staring at Barb goggle-eyed. His big square face was flushed with desire, and he was absently licking his lips. The crotch of his pants was grotesquely bulging.
Tracy didn't blame him a bit for getting so turned on. Never had they had such a beautiful and tempting partner as Barb. Or, rather, a potential partner-they knew Barb wasn't won over yet. For George's sake, Tracy hoped she was. Poor George would be bitterly disappointed if he didn't get to feast on that beautiful body tonight.
Tracy herself would be disappointed. The satiny warm feel of Barb's lush body was getting her very hot. She inched her hands under Barb's skimpy panties and cupped the bare flesh of her ass. It was as soft and delicate as the rest of her body. Tracy squeezed the tight flesh ravenously, almost too hard, but Barb didn't protest.
Barb found herself dazed, only half-conscious of what was going on. It was partly the drinks and partly the sensual bliss she was feeling as Tracy expertly massaged her body from head to toe. As her tensions melted, her sexual feelings grew, and she noticed a definite warmth in her cunt when Tracy's firm fingers started to work on her bare ass. Well, that was all right, she decided, it was only natural. People like to be touched there. And Tracy was a girl, for heaven's sake. Barb couldn't get very hot for a girl.
But Tracy was hot for Barb-so hot that she speeded up her massage, risking Barb's protests, in order to work around from her asscheeks to her lower belly. She kept her hands inside her friend's panties, worked around the hips, and at last felt her fingertips touching the first springy pubic curls of Barb's delicate cunt mound. Those hairs were so soft and sweet, the flesh beneath them so plump and warm.
Tracy felt her cunt contracting with lust, and another steamy burst of pussy cream shot out to soak the crotch of her shorts. Boldly she slid her hands over the whole furry mound and kneaded Barb gently there. She glanced anxiously at Barb's face, but it seemed peaceful and serene. So far so good.
George cleared his throat softly to get Tracy's attention. She looked up and saw him glancing significantly at Barb's panties. He wanted to slip them off, wanted to see Barb's cunt. Tracy could understand his eagerness, but she wondered if it was too soon. Her eyes asked the question, and George's eyes seemed to reply: We'll take that chance, it's now or never.
Slowly, almost undetectably, Tracy began to inch Barb's panties down over her hips and ass. All the while she massaged Barb's soft furry cunt mound, keeping the beautiful dark-haired widow in a state of sensual paralysis. Barb sighed and smiled, and she didn't seem to notice that she was being stripped of the last of her clothing. Tracy and George stared hungrily as her cute little triangle of cunt fur was gradually revealed.
Barb felt the heat of the fire more intensely on her loins, and she realized dreamily that Tracy was removing her panties. Perhaps she ought to protest. She really didn't want horny George staring at her snatch. On the other hand, she loved the delicious massage and didn't want it to end. The four drinks she'd had finally made the decision for her. To hell with it, she thought, she wasn't ashamed of her body. Alcohol had smothered her usual modesty and inhibitions. She allowed Tracy to pull her panties all the way off. She lay there limp and submissive as the wonderful massage continued.
Tracy was so horny by now that she could hardly keep up the pretense of innocently massaging her friend. She gawked at the sweet curve of Barb's waist and hips, at the delicate black triangle of cunt fur at the base of her belly, and she fought back the urge to throw herself on Barb's silky-smooth body and cover her with wet hungry kisses. She must hold out. She was so near the goal. If Barb submitted to the next phase, Tracy and George would have her....
"Ummmmm," Barb murmured hoarsely.
Tracy was doing something really pleasant to her now, massaging right between her legs. It seemed naughty, but Barb felt nothing wicked about it. It was just a continuation of what had gone before, the gradual soothing of her whole tense body. Tracy's deft hands moved firmly back and forth over Barb's little furry crease, from her plump cunt mound to the succulent crease of her ass. Barb felt comforting warmth spreading through her whole pelvis, and she naturally opened her legs wider to let Tracy work freely.
George almost fell out of his chair. He strained forward to get his first look at Barb's cunt, and his breathing became so harsh that Tracy feared Barb would hear it. Tracy, too, was gawking. Barb had the sweetest snatch she'd ever seen, slim and dainty and clean. It appeared now as a pair of long slender closed lips covered with delicate dark fur. Barb was enjoying her massage, but she wasn't getting really hot. Her cuntlips were flaccid and closed, her furry slit perfectly dry. That was Tracy's final mission-to arouse her, to make her cunt wet and hot.
Barb felt Tracy's deft fingers gently prying apart the plump lips of her cunt, then the hot air of the room on her sensitive clit. Greedily she wondered if Tracy was going to massage her there. She hoped so. It would feel soooo nice ... But something even better happened.
Barb gasped as she felt the wet pointed tip of Tracy's tongue flicking back and forth on the red slick shaft of her clit. Hey, she thought, this was no massage ... But the keen pleasure of it stilled her protests. My God, it felt great! Tracy's wicked little tongue flicked and circled expertly over Barb's horny little clit, making her loins melt with hot excitement. It was the best pussy-eating Barb had ever experienced. But of course that made sense. Only a woman could be so good at it, because only a woman knew just how it felt. Barb was a little embarrassed, but the pleasure was so exquisite that she just couldn't bear to tell Tracy to stop....
George had a tantalizing view of it all. He saw his shapely blonde wife kneeling beside Barb, bending sharply over her, her adorable little ass raised high in the air. The whole crotch of her shorts was soaked with her horny juices, to George's asmusement. He got quickly serious, however, when he glanced again at Barb's cunt. God, she was beautiful even there! He watched Tracy's little pink tongue licking hungrily over the tiny red shaft of Barb's clit, and he wondered if she'd go for it, if she'd succumbed. Soon he got his answer.
Barb made a wet gurgling noise, and very slowly her long shapely legs began to part. They fell open wide, obscenely wide, giving Tracy plenty of room to work. Her furry pussylips parted, too, giving George his first glimpse of the delicate pink tissues inside. She was dry, but not for long. As Tracy's expert licking continued, Barb gurgled again and moaned, and a glistening sheet of moisture appeared on the succulent pink flesh of her cunt.
George saw the tiny dark mouth of her pussy opening, gasping, and then it spewed out a blast of steamy cunt cream. He breathed a deep sigh of relief. Barb could have reacted badly-gotten hysterical, renounced their friendship, even called the police. Instead she was getting turned on. George was delighted.
Tracy was glad, too, but mostly she was horny. She'd trembled with nervousness when she first bent down to lick her friend's cute little clit, but as Barb turned on to it, Tracy's fears were replaced by ravenous hunger for Barb's sweet cunt cream. She tasted delicious, unlike some of the partners Tracy had had. Tracy used her experienced tongue to lash and tickle Barb's tiny clit into taut erection, and then the cream began to flow, salty and fragrant from her cunt, moistening her whole plump snatch.
Tracy eagerly lapped it up, running her greedy tongue swiftly from Barb's stiff little clit to the gaping creaming mouth of her litle pussy. Tracy's cunt cream was pouring out, too, soaking right through the crotch of her shorts. She wormed her tongue thickly up Barb's quaking little cunt hole, and the pretty widow gave a hoarse moan.
"That feel good, honey?" Tracy asked tenderly.
"Ummm, yesss...." said Barb.
Her eyes were still closed, her lovely face wreathed in a smile of sensual bliss. Her big tits had swelled up taut and tight with arousal. She made no move to push Tracy away. She was lost, and they had won. Tracy moved to consolidate her victory, slamming her hot face into Barb's crotch again, mouthing her this time with undisguised hunger. She fastened her firm lips on Barb's cute little red clit and sucked it noisily, wetly. Barb wailed with pleasure, and Tracy felt her face suddenly soaked with a hot burst of cunt cream. She sucked harder on Barb's throbbing little clit, and Barb wailed again.
"Ohhhh, my God, Tracy," Barb babbled, "that's fantastic! Feels so great!"
George slipped off his chair, shuddering with excitement, and crawled over to be near the women. It wouldn't be long now ... He unzipped his pants and gingerly teased out his fiercely erect cock. With sharp hunger he eyed Barb's tiny dark cunt mouth and its steady river of thick fragrant cream. He didn't get a very long look, because Tracy moved down there and wormed her tongue into the drooling hair-fringed hole. She worked her pink tongue right up Barb's hot cunt, right to the root, and Barb wailed loudly.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. "Yes, yessss! Oh, Tracy, that's so nice!"
George tried to control his horny shivering as he watched his wife expertly reaming Barb's wet cunt with her agile pink tongue. He saw Tracy lapping up her friend's cream as fast as it oozed out, saw Barb's plump pink pussylips gripping and tugging at Tracy's tongue as if to draw it deeper inside her. All barriers were down now. Barb was theirs....
Barb wondered at herself. She knew she was making a lewd spectacle of herself, her legs thrown wide open, howling with pleasure as another woman ate her cunt. It was disgraceful, terrible ... so why didn't she stop? Because it felt so damned good, that was why. Tracy was an expert. She ate pussy better than any man could. Inside Barb's hot seething cunt, Tracy's acrobatic tongue twisted and twirled and tickled, sending blinding bursts of pleasure through Barb's loins. It was just too good to stop. She hated herself for her weakness, but she'd been starved for sex so long that she had to have it. Tracy licked her greedy cunt dry of its fragrant cream, then slowly withdrew.
"Did you like that, sweetie?" Tracy said tenderly.
Barb blushed deeply, but she saw no point in lying. They'd seen everything. "Yes," she said shyly.
Tracy slipped her hand between Barb's silky thighs and quickly located the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole. She wriggled the tip of her little finger inside the gripping muscular mouth and began to work it delicately up and down, pumping Barb's tight blazing shit chute into instant arousal. Barb moaned hoarsely, and another flood of cunt cream boiled from her pussy. She was lost, and she knew it....
Tracy's voice was as tender as before, soft and concerned, as if she only had her friend's welfare in mind. "You want George to fuck you now, honey?" she said.
Barb didn't hesitate. She had to have it. "Yes," she whined. "Yes, please!"
She had her eyes closed, but she heard George's sharp intake of breath. She heard the rustle of clothing, the clank of his belt buckle, and then he was climbing onto her, sweaty and heavy and hairy. She felt a brief moment of revulsion-she didn't really want to fuck homely bald George-but the moment passed when she felt his thick hard cock rubbing her belly. She remembered how big it was, how deliciously stiff and fat, and she moaned and threw her legs wide open for him.
George grunted and panted in his excitement, and then Barb felt his blazing-hot cock poking into her wet and gasping cunt mouth, wonderfully stretching and stuffing her. It was the first time in a month that she'd taken a mature cock into her pussy, and she strained upward to receive it, her eager cunt creaming furiously. She seized George's straining muscular ass and pulled him down into her, forcing his thick rigid prick right up to her womb. A dizzying blast of pleasure rocked her body as she felt his grossly erect cock thoroughly stuffing her ravenous cunt.
"Ahhhh, God, YES!" she whined. "Get into me, George! Fuck me, please, please! OHHHHH, that's so GOOD!"
She wanted it so much that she climaxed almost instantly, her lush body quaking, her voice shrill with joy. That was all right-she knew she'd come again in a moment, again and again, as long as George could last. Her need momentarily appeased, however, she wondered what Tracy was doing during all this. Tracy had worked so hard and well to arouse her. Was she now just sitting back and watching her husband fuck another woman? Barb thought she must feel jealous or abandoned, and she looked around in concern for her friend.
She didn't have to look far. Tracy was standing right beside her, feverishly shucking her clothes. Thick white cunt cream was running down her slim thighs in hot rivulets. What was she going to do? George was seemingly absorbed in fucking Barb, panting, sweating, groaning, and he worked his thick cock deep and hard in her creamy hot box, laboring in long delicious thrusts right to her burning core. Again Barb felt a pang of concern-what would Tracy do for satisfaction?
She needn't have worried. George suddenly stuck out his hand, resting the back on the rug, and raised his middle finger, making it straight and stiff. Tracy saw it, and her blue eyes glowed lustily. She squatted right down on the stiff digit and impaled her dripping twat. George began to pump his thick rough finger furiously in his wife's steamy cunt, and Tracy squealed with pleasure. Her cute little ass pumped up and down in time to George's stiff finger-fucking, and her juice boiled out to pool in his palm.
Barb found herself powerfully aroused by this lewd act. She kept her glazed eyes on the shifting meeting-point between Tracy's hairy little cunt and George's stiff pumping finger. She almost expected the finger to burst into flames, Tracy was grinding herself around it so hard. Barb felt her concentration melting, however, when George's strong sawing prick revved her higher and higher toward another climax. Tracy's hot little hand suddenly cupped one of her tits, squeezing it passionately-and Barb liked it. She liked this whole crazy fucking scene, the wild pleasure it was giving her....
She spun off into another squealing orgasm, grinding her squirting cunt shamelessly around George's thick throbbing cock, and it wasn't till her dizzying spasms ended that she realized George had stopped moving in her. She opened her eyes and saw that George and Tracy were staring at the open front door.
Danny stood there, leering.
"Well, well," he said, "no wonder you sent me home, Auntie."
CHAPTER SIX
Barb wanted to die. She'd never dreamed that Danny would return, let alone that he'd walk right into the Carrs' house without knocking. What could she possibly say to him? She'd spurned his attempts to fuck her, telling him it was wicked and wrong-and now he'd caught her in this three-way orgy, shamelessly fucking George while Tracy wantonly brought herself off on George's finger and played with Barb's tits. What a hypocrite she must seem to the boy. And surely he would take advantage of this discovery. There was no logical way she could refuse him now, not after this....
George and Tracy were laughing. Laughing! They Stood up, unashamed of their nudity, George's big cock still grossly erect, Tracy's slim thighs wet with her own horny cunt cream.
"Hey, close the door, kid," George said jovially. "It's making a draft."
"Come on in, Danny," said Tracy in her best hostess manner. "Would you like a Coke?"
Danny grinned, obviously delighted. These were exactly the kind of people he'd hoped to meet in California-swingers. People who were free of all hangups and inhibitions, people who were perfectly open about sex and willing to try anything. He closed the door and strolled over to them. It was sure a shock to find his prim Aunt Barb taking part in the action, but that delighted him, too. He had something on her now. She'd never dare refuse him again.
Danny stared wickedly at her, noting her wide-flung legs, her swollen hot cunt, and the horny cream seeping from her hair-fringed cunt mouth. Shit, what a liar she was! She'd pretended to be above sex, faithful to the memory of her dead husband. She'd rejected Danny, piously telling him that she didn't approve of "incest". Well, he had her number now, and he wasn't going to let her forget it.
"No thanks," he said to Tracy, "I don't want a Coke-but I'd sure like to get in on this action."
George and Tracy laughed again. "Atta boy," said George. "I bet you would. What do you say, Tracy?"
Tracy was eyeing Danny's firm young figure, especially the sudden swelling in the tight crotch of his jeans. She licked her lips. "Fine with me," she said. "The more the merrier."
Barb gasped and leaped to her feet. Blushing furiously, she gathered up her scattered clothes and stumbled into them. The others stared at her like she was crazy.
"Hey, Barb, what's the matter?" said George.
"Don't leave now, honey," said Tracy. "The party's just starting."
"Not with me, it isn't," Barb said hotly. "And not with Danny. My God, he's only a child. I won't permit him to be dragged into something like this. I'm taking him home."
Danny groaned, as if his disappointment was too great to be expressed in words. George and Tracy looked at each other and shrugged.
"Barb," George said earnestly, "don't be so hasty. Danny isn't a child. He's a young man with real sexual needs, and he has every right to satisfy them. What's the big deal? Why not-"
Barb cut him off harshly. "I said NO, George, and I mean it! I'm his mother, and I'm responsible for seeing that he isn't corrupted. It's just none of your damned business, so stay out of it!"
George looked as if he would say something else, but Tracy touched his arm and shook her head, signaling him to save it. Barb was angry and irrational, not open to argument. The Carrs remained silent as Barb seized Danny's arm rather roughly and steered him out the door.
As they walked the short distance to Barb's house, Danny said bitterly, "Man, you are the biggest prude I ever met. You really piss me off.
All this crap about not wanting sex, and then you go fuck that guy in front of his wife. And you fucked me and liked it, baby. You sucked me off. But you won't let me join the fun over there. What is all this shit, anyhow? What's your problem?"
"Shut up, Danny," Barb said grimly. "You wouldn't understand."
In fact he understood all too well, in one sense. He understood her hypocrisy. It was true that she wanted to be faithful to Lon's memory, but that her own powerful lusts were always defeating her and driving her to shameless behavior. She felt mortified by this contradiction, and she certainly didn't want Danny to rub it in.
But he wouldn't shut up. "I wouldn't understand, huh?" he said hotly. "Well, I understand enough to know that you're a phony. You're the biggest liar I ever met. You've got hot pants, Auntie, only you won't admit it. That's what I understand."
"Oh, Danny, stop," said Barb, bursting into tears of shame. "I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone."
She stepped into the living room, and Danny hurried behind her, slamming the front door angrily. "I won't leave you alone!" he snapped. "Not after what I saw tonight. You proved the way you really are, baby. You love to fuck, and you're gonna fuck me-whenever I want it."
Barb shuddered. This was exactly what she'd dreaded-that after seeing her performance with George and Tracy, he'd demand her total submission to him. "No, Danny," she said shakily, "I won't do it. I don't care if it's hypocritical or phony, I've made up my mind. I will not be your mistress."
He glared at her, his young face frighteningly hard and cruel. "Oh, yes, you will," he said, "or I'll tell everybody what I saw. I'll tell how I saw you fucking that George dude and letting his wife play with your tits. I'll tell how you fucked me and sucked my cock-your own nephew. I'll-"
"NO! ' Barb screamed, clapping her hands over her ears. It was a nightmare, Danny threatening to ruin her reputation, to expose her most shameful acts. She fought for self-control. She mustn't let him intimidate her, blackmail her.
"You go ahead and tell," she said evenly, though inside she was terrified. "No one will believe you."
As calmly as she could, Barb turned and started to walk away. She thought she had beaten him-but she was wrong. Suddenly he was springing up behind her, seizing her brutally, forcing her to the carpet.
"I'll fuck you anyway," he panted. "I'm stronger than you. I'll make you do it!"
"Let go of me!" Barb shouted.
She fought him with everything she had, using dirty tactics she'd hesitated to employ before. Earlier she'd thought of him as her future son, an innocent little boy. Now she knew him for what he was-a sadistic and hardened young man. She felt no pity for him.
She clawed at his face, kicked his shins, and tried to knee him in the balls. Danny was an experienced fighter, however, and when he saw what she was trying to do, he countered it. She managed to scratch his face once, and that was all. He gripped her arm and twisted it brutally behind her back, forcing her to the floor. Barb screamed in pain and protest, but he was much too strong for her, and she wept as she was forced down on her knees.
"Oh, please, stop!" she screamed. "You're breaking my arm!"
Danny bent her arm even harder. "I will break it," he shouted, "unless you quit fighting me! You gonna stop?"
"YES!" Barb wailed.
She had to give in, she couldn't stand the pain. Danny released her arm, and she knelt there sobbing violently. She knew now that as long as he was in the house, he'd have his way with her. Perhaps she was a coward, but she just couldn't take such pain, nor could she stand the idea of being crippled or having her looks ruined. So the solution was to get rid of the boy, get him out of her life-but how?
She didn't have time to think about it. Danny was speaking to her, his voice cruel and threatening, and she knew she'd better pay attention lest he hurt her again.
"Stop that damned crying," he said. "I don't wanta hear it. You won't get hurt again if you do exactly as I say." Barb stifled her sobs, and he went on, "That's better. Now start taking off your clothes."
She almost sobbed again, but she caught herself in time. There was nothing for her to do but to obey, unless she wanted that terrible pain again-and she definitely didn't. Trembling, choking back her tears, Barb began to unbutton her blouse-the same blouse that Tracy had so deftly and tenderly removed earlier in the night.
She blushed as she thought of her performance with Tracy and George. She'd acted like a slut. She could blame some of it on alcohol, but not all of it. She'd wanted to get fucked, she knew that now.
But it didn't make her feel any less guilty to admit it. She was perfectly sober now as she started to strip for Danny.
"No, no," he said, "stand up. I want a good view."
Barb stood up. Danny adjusted the lighting so that one bright ceiling lamp shone directly down on her like a spotlight. Then he went to the radio and tuned in a sensual rock program, wild animalistic music that matched his mood. At last he flopped into a comfortable chair and settled back to watch.
"Take it slow," he said, leering at her. "Do a real strip act for me, Auntie. Turn me on."
Barb noted bitterly that he didn't need much turning on-the crotch of his jeans was already sharply tented. She didn't argue with him, though. Her arm still ached from his brutal twisting. She went on unbuttoning her blouse, and Danny's cruel eyes focused intently on the ripe swelling cleavage of her big tits. She let the blouse slide off her shoulders, onto the floor, and then she reached for the catch of her white bra. It snapped open and the bra fairly flew off her chest to land on the carpet in front of Danny. He laughed mockingly.
"Swing them titties, Auntie," he said. "Let me see 'em bounce!"
Barb blushed miserably and shook her big full tits. They bounced and flopped heavily, slapping audibly against her chest. The light-brown nipples winked and jerked back and forth, and Danny's eyes followed them hungrily. The pounding rock music lewdly emphasized the heavy swinging of her big melon-shaped tits, and she felt like a performing whore. She wanted to die of shame, but there was no way out of this nightmare that she could see.
"Keep stripping," said Danny. "Get those pants off."
Barb's hands were ice-cold with fear and revulsion as she skinned off her jeans and kicked them away. She hesitated as she touched the waistband of her panties. She didn't want to do this, to expose her cunt lewdly to the boy's leering eyes. It didn't matter. She had to do it anyway. Choking back her sobs, she began to inch her panties downward over the sharp curve of her swelling hips and the plump cheeks of her ass. Danny lounged in his chair and grinned.
"Lemme see that pussy," he said. "Show me some cunt hair, baby " He sounded drunk, but she knew he wasn't. The liquor was hidden away, and she hadn't smelled any on his breath. Suddenly she recognized another smell, however, the sharp pungence of marijuana. Her sweet little boy, the dear little orphan she'd wanted to adopt, was stoned. She knew the stuff was easily acquired at school. Her heart sank. Not only was Danny a sadist, he was into drugs, too.
"Yeah, nice and slow," he drawled. "Tease me. Show me that pussy real slow...."
Barb swallowed hard as she felt the first cunt hairs springing out from under the elastic band of her panties. She saw Danny's eyes glitter maliciously as he followed the slow unveiling of her dark cunt fur. She blushed deeply as she finally slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Danny's eyes locked onto her little black fur patch as she straightened up again.
"Spread 'em!" he snapped. "Get your legs open, show me some cunt. Come on, Auntie, you ain't that innocent."
Indeed she wasn't. Lon had taken her to a show in Vegas once, and she knew what strippers did. Gingerly she eased her legs apart and bent backward. She hoped she wouldn't lose her balance. She swayed back as far as she could, simultaneously opening her legs wider and wider. She was glad she didn't see Danny's face-she could guess his expression, and she knew what he saw.
Danny didn't want her to know how excited he was getting, so he lounged back lazily in his chair, though he wanted to lean forward and gawk. Through cool slitted eyes he watched his voluptuous aunt slowly bending backward, her great creamy tits rising, her shapely legs moving gradually apart. Her sweet black cunt slowly split to expose the scarlet flesh inside, and he saw the taut little red bump of her clit. Her legs continued to spread, and he feasted his eyes on the bright-red lips of her pussy with their delicate fringe of dark hair, and finally her cunt itself was exposed, dark and recessed at the center of her body.
Liar, he thought, dirty cunt of a liar ... George Carr had been in there. Danny had seen his thick cock slamming in and out of that tiny hole, had seen Barb wailing with pleasure as she took it. Yet she denied him, said he was too young ... Well, she was going to pay for it tonight. He wanted to fuck her, but he meant to punish and humiliate her first.
"Sit down," he barked. "That chair right behind you."
Barb looked around and saw a chair placed directly opposite Danny's. She sat down and found herself facing the boy, about six feet from him. The harsh ceiling light still focused on her, highlighting her gleaming naked body. Oh God, now what?
"Get your legs up," Danny said. "Put 'em up over the arms of the chair."
"Oh, no," Barb whimpered-but so softly that he couldn't hear. She was still terrified of the pain he could inflict. Blushing hotly, she put her legs up on the chair arms, and found that her pussy was obscenely exposed, the plump pink lips spread wide open to reveal the naked red shaft of her clit and the gaping dark mouth of her cunt.
"Scoot your ass forward," said Danny. "Show me more."
Miserably she obeyed, bringing her asscheeks to the edge of the chair. In this way her cunt was thrust right at him and illuminated in the light, so he couldn't miss a thing. Danny grinned as he studied her obscenely exposed snatch.
"Point at your cunt," he said. "Put your finger on it."
She saw his game now. He wanted to humiliate and shame her, to punish her for her rejection of him. Well, he was succeeding. She'd never felt so ashamed in her life.
"Hurry up!" Danny growled. "Show me your cunt!"
Barb choked. She hated this, but she had to do it. She placed her index finger between her legs and indicated the dark mouth of her dry cunt.
"Now stick that finger in there," Danny said, grinning evilly. "Play with yourself."
"Oh, God, Danny, NO!" Barb whined.
He stared at her, enraged. "Jesus," he cried, "don't you ever learn? You want me to hit you again?"
Barb gasped and shook her head.
"Well, do it, then!" snapped Danny. "Get that finger up your cunt. Frig yourself."
She sobbed audibly, just once. Then she obeyed. Anything was better than a sadistic beating. She slowly inserted her ice-cold finger in her cunt. She found herself still a little wet from George's fucking. George hadn't had time to come in her, but her own hot juice was still there. That was a blessing. She would have hated to force her stiff finger between dry cunt walls. Red-faced with shame, Barb worked her finger into her pussy as far as she could. Danny's face was alight with wicked glee.
"Pump it," he panted, "frig it. I wanta see ya beat off, Auntie."
Deeply ashamed, Barb obeyed, working her finger mechanically in and out of her narrow hot cunt. To her horror, it was noisy-wet and squishy and slurping, so loud that Danny could hear it, too. He laughed raucously. Barb could have died of shame.
"That feel good, Auntie?" he taunted. "You like that stiff finger up your cunt?"
"You vile little creep," Barb hissed. "I despise you."
She regretted it the moment she said it. Danny leaped from his chair, his young face taut with rage. "I'll teach you to talk to me like that!" he shouted.
He glanced around the room, then ran to the buffet and seized something from a basket. Barb gasped in horror as she saw her angry nephew approaching her with a banana. She knew what he meant to do with it, the shape was so lewdly appropriate. Danny held the yellow fruit out like a weapon, a knife-and it was a weapon to him, something to hurt and humiliate her with. He grabbed her hand, and her finger came out of her wet cunt with a loud wet "pop".
"That's too small," Danny said, indicating her soaked finger. "Let's try this."
"Ohhhhh, Danny, nooo...." Barb whined.
He paid no attention to her frantic protests. Glaring, still deeply angry at her, he roughly thrust the thick cold fruit up her tiny twat. Barb gasped with pain. The hard brown tip of the banana hurt her, and so did the force with which the sadistic boy worked in her resisting cunt. He twisted and twirled the thing, reaming her, poking clear to her womb. Relax, Barb told herself desperately, relax or you'll be torn....
With great effort she forced her tense cuntal muscles to relax and open, taking in the thick fruit without danger. Now came the obscene slurping and squishing noise again as Danny stuffed her moist cunt with the thick weapon. That made him grin, but it was a cruel cold look that chilled Barb's blood. If he could do this to her, what else might he think of?
"How's that feel, Auntie?" he snickered. "How d'ya like having a banana up your cunt?"
Fortunately there was no need to reply. He wasn't really listening. His face had gone entranced and cruel, like a small boy torturing an animal. Danny had regressed far back into his childhood. Barb wondered what had made this boy so hard-hearted and cruel. Whatever the cause, she must get him out of her life before he destroyed her.
He whipped the fruit out of her cunt and tossed it aside. "Maybe you want some real cock now," he said, leering at her. The naughty little boy was gone, the hard-eyed young man returned.
Barb watched dazedly as Danny unzipped his jeans and let them slither down his slim legs. His pale young cock strained tightly against his belly, stiff and aching with its load. The head glowed red and bulbous, little bursts of cream dribbling from the dark slitted mouth. His rosy balls, which had once seemed so pure and sweet to her, were grossly bloated with his jism. Barb stared intently at his cock and balls, recalling how excited he'd gotten her once-and how much she loathed him now.
Danny mistook her staring for lust. He grinned evilly. "Yeah, be patient, Auntie," he said. "I know you want it real bad. I'll give it to ya in just a second."
He shucked the rest of his clothes and moved toward her, standing between her obscenely spread legs. Barb watched as if hypnotized when he gripped the rigid shaft of his half-grown dick and gingerly bent it down to point right at her hair-fringed twat. Panting, he moved closer, inserting the bright-red head between the slick pink lips of her pussy. She heard him sigh, felt him moving into her, the sharp slim cock like an unwanted invader in her tender cunt.
Danny and Barb felt no warmth for each other, no closeness. They were like strangers surprised at their connection. They both watched Danny's slim prick easing into the hairy nest of her cunt, slowly disappearing upward. Barb watched in horror-she was being fucked, and she could do nothing about it. Danny watched in glee, well knowing how helpless and humiliated his beautiful Aunt felt.
"Here's some real cock for you, baby," he panted hoarsely. "Take all of it. Come on, dammit, open up. You're holding back on me, you bitch."
Indeed Barb had tightened her cunt muscles against his intrusion till her little passage was so narrow that he could hardly move in it. She didn't want this leering little creep inside her! Danny grunted and shoved, cruelly raking and bruising her tender cunt walls, and Barb gritted her teeth. She would not be humiliated like this, she just wouldn't....
"Okay, cunt, if that's how you wanta play it," Danny panted. He drew back a little, then shoved forward with all his strength, battering past her resistance, hurting her sharply. He drove his sharp hard cock all the way to her womb, and she recoiled as she felt his fuzzy balls lodging against her dry cuntrips. She wept with pain.
"Go ahead an' cry," Danny spat. "It ain't gonna stop me. I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you all night if I want."
He began to move his hips and ass in a powerful grinding motion, reaming and screwing brutally in her protesting cunt. The way he was standing, his hard cock shaft rubbed insistently against her sensitive clit, and inevitably she began to get some pleasure from that. She didn't want to, she held out against it, but after a while she couldn't deny the fierce shivers of pleasure that ran through her body every time his stiff cock slid over the horny little lump of her clit. Helplessly she began to cream.
Danny felt the warm sticky stuff enveloping his plunging cock, making his way hot and slick. He grinned knowingly at the blushing older woman.
"Yeah, yeah, Auntie," he moaned, "dig it. Get it on with me. You know you love it." He poked faster, more stiffly, across the aroused bud of her clit and deep into the moistening slickness of her hot cunt. "You know you love to fuck," he panted, mocking her even in his excitement. "You like a good stiff prick up there, don't you, Auntie? How was it with that George guy-pretty good?"
Barb let her head fall back limp against the chair so she wouldn't have to meet his leering face. God help her, he was right-she did love to fuck. She couldn't seem to get enough of it. When Lon was alive, he'd more than taken care of her, but now she had no decent substitute for him. She took anything she could get-her neighbor's husband, her own nephew....
She knew Danny was determined to conquer her, to drive down all her resistance. He sawed furiously in her cunt with his rigid cock, making her cream in great scalding rivers. He panted loudly and broke into a hot sweat, but he grimly fucked on and on, waiting to hear her hoarse cries of delight, waiting for her to succumb to his evil lovemaking once again. Barb wondered how long she could hold out. His rigid young cock was reaming her deliciously, bringing her dizzily close to the edge of oblivion. She needed this hard insistent fucking, needed it badly....
"It's good, ain't it, Auntie?" he panted. "Don't that stiff cock feel good? I feel you, Auntie. You're hot, like fire, and you're wet. Oh, Jesus, you're wet! You want me, you bitch, you want me...."
"Noooooo," Barb wailed, "no, no, I hate you...."
Even as she said it, a fiery blast of pleasure shot through her cunt, and she almost came. Desperately as she wanted that release, she also wanted to thwart this cruel little bastard, to beat him at his own game. She struggled to blank her mind against the horny delight of her body.
Danny saw her determination, the way she gritted her teeth to keep from expressing her pleasure. He was equally determined to reduce her to an emotional pulp, to make her scream her need for him. He began slamming his hot rigid cock back and forth in her steamy cunt with all the speed and force he could summon. He created red-hot friction between cock and cunt, a fiery tension that made Barb gasp and pant. Her big tits flopped loudly as he rocked her lush body with the force of his fucking. He saw her eyes roll crazily, her mouth twist as sound was at last forced from her, helpless sound.
"Ahhh, God," she shrieked, "AAHHH!!"
She began to come, and Danny watched her face intently, gleefully, as she lost all control of herself. He relished the sight of her wildly rolling eyes, her lolling tongue, delighted in her hoarse screams of bliss.
Barb awoke with a start, Danny's mocking words still ringing in her ears. "Filthy whore...." Yes, she was all of that. She remembered miserably how she'd behaved all during that long night. Danny had fucked her again and again, but after her first orgasm she hadn't resisted him, hadn't tried to hide her need, her fierce pleasure. Oh, no, she hadn't hidden it at all. She'd become crazy with lust, demanding that he fuck her in every possible position, and of course he'd gleefully cooperated. She remembered sucking his cum-soaked cock again and again to get him hard for another round. She remembered begging for it. She'd simply gone mad, that was all. She'd made up for a month of sexual starvation, all in one night.
She stifled a sob and looked around her. She and Danny had fallen asleep on the living room rug, and full daylight was streaming through the windows. Danny was still sound asleep, his firm asscheeks pressed against her side. In sleep he looked almost innocent-but she knew all too well the evil in him. Gently she slipped away and went to take a shower.
She soaped and rubbed furiously between her legs, trying to rid herself of all his cum, all her own guilty juices, but no matter how clean she got her body, she still felt filthy and defiled. She hated herself for giving in to him. She knew she couldn't go on this way. If she continued to live with Danny and fuck him, she'd lose all self-respect. God, she didn't even like him. It was just that he had a cock and knew how to use it. She felt no pity for him, no maternal warmth any more. The boy could more than take care of himself. He didn't need her-he dominated her. Danny had to go.
Barb dressed and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. She didn't feel much like eating, but she hoped the smell of frying bacon would wake Danny and get him absorbed in eating. She had something to do, something he couldn't witness.
Typically adolescent in his appetite, Danny woke when the delicious aroma of bacon wafted into the living room. He dressed quickly and bounced into the kitchen, bright-eyed and cheerful. He smacked Barb playfully on the ass.
"Hey, Auntie, that was some far-out night, wasn't it?" he said. "We really had a ball."
Barb wanted to scream, she hated his arrogance and smugness so much. But she forced a small smile to her face and muttered something inconsequential. She laid bacon and eggs and toast before him, then said, "I'll be right back, Danny. Enjoy your breakfast."
She stepped into the living room and softly closed the door behind her. She'd done some hard thinking, and she now realized that she couldn't handle this situation alone. She needed the help of a trustworthy third party. She could not ask George and Tracy for help-much as she liked them, they were completely amoral pleasure-seekers. They wouldn't help her get rid of Danny-God, no, they wanted him as another sexual partner. There was only one person she could trust.
It was Saturday, so she called Howard Jennings at home. He answered sleepily, but he became instantly alert when he recognized her voice.
"Barb, what is it?" he said. "You don't sound like yourself."
"Howard," she said, struggling to keep her voice from breaking, "I'm in trouble. I need your advice and your help. I'm sorry to bother you on your day off-"
"Oh, Christ, that's nothing," Howard said warmly. "I'm not just your attorney, I'm your friend. Lay it on me, Barb. What can I do? What's the problem?"
She almost wept with relief. "Briefly, it's this," she said. "I don't want to adopt Danny. I'll explain why later. Not only don't I want to adopt him, I want him out of my house as soon as possible. He could go back to his grandmother or to a foster home, whatever's best, but he must go."
Howard was silent for a moment, and then he said earnestly, "Barb, what has he done? I know something's terribly wrong. Tell me about it."
"Oh, Howard," she said, "it's so awful. I hardly know where to begin. I-" She looked up just then and saw the door opening. "Howard," she said quickly, "I'll have to call you back."
She hung up just as Danny walked into the room.
"What was that all about, Auntie?" he said suspiciously. "I thought I heard you mention my name."
Barb faced him resolutely. She decided she might as well get it over with. "I've decided not to adopt you, Danny," she said firmly. "You'll have to find another home. Perhaps you'd like to go back to your grandmother, or we can find foster parents for you here in L.A. But you can't live with me."
His eyes became glitteringly hard and cruel. "What kinda bullshit is that?" he growled. "I got a perfect set-up here. I like the school, I like the kids, and I intend to get something going with those swinging neighbors of yours, too. Most of all, I got you, Auntie, and I don't intend to lose a good thing. So don't try to send me away. I could make trouble for you, real bad trouble."
Barb paled but did not avoid his eyes. "Do your damnedest," she said, "but my mind's made up. I'm not a fit mother for you, and you're ruining my life. You have to go. I should warn you, if you beat up on me, it'll only get you into juvenile prison. If you try to blackmail me, I doubt anyone will believe your stories. In any case, I'm ready to take the risk. It's over, Danny, done. You're leaving, and you'll never change my mind."
They glared at each other, eyes locked, for a long moment. Danny's mind worked rapidly, and he quickly saw that she had him betaen. At least he couldn't think of a way to persuade her to change her mind. He thought he knew where he could get help, though.
"You're making a big mistake," he said threateningly. "You better think hard before you do this. I'm going out. I'll see you later."
Barb breathed a loud sigh of relief as he left. She rushed to the phone and dialed Howard's number again, but the line was busy....
* * *
Danny sat in the Carrs' living room, earnestly explaining his problem. He didn't have to lie with George and Tracy or put on any act. He'd recognized them from the first as kindred souls, people who lived only for their own pleasure. They had a surface friendliness, an air of goodness and warmth, just like he had, but deep down they were cold and calculating and determined to get what they wanted-just like Danny. The surface charm was only a means to an end, and the end, the goal, was pleasure. They really didn't give a damn about anything else.
"So there it is," Danny was saying. "It'd be a great set-up for all of us, if she'd only get over her stupid hangups about sex. She needs me, I need her, and we could have some great times with you two. I just can't convince her, that's all."
George nodded. "You're right, you're absolutely right. We've been trying to win her over for some time now, and we only succeeded last night. She can be won, but it isn't easy."
"Barb's such a lady," Tracy contributed. "She has so many inhibitions. But she's got the potential to be like us, if only we could make her see what's best for her."
"We did that last night, and so did Danny," said George. "Twice she lost all her inhibitions and really swung with it. We just have to get her there again, bring her out of her shell. Listen, I have an idea...." He frowned for a moment, then said, "If this works, she'll never send Danny away, and she'll never refuse us. But we have to play it exactly right. Now here's my plan...."
* * *
Barb had been unable to reach Howard all day. First the line was busy, then nobody answered. She was getting more on edge every minute. She needed Howard's advice desperately, and Danny would probably be home soon-which meant another argument, another struggle. She knew she couldn't resist his physical force, that he'd rape her again if they were alone together. She had to get him out of her house, but she couldn't do that without Howard's help.
The phone rang.
Thinking it must be Howard, Barb gasped and ran to answer it, her heart pounding with relief. She felt acute disappointment when she heard Tracy's voice.
"How about coming over for a few drinks and a little dinner, Barb?" said Tracy. "We'd like some company."
Barb didn't think of the darker implications of Tracy's invitation, the possibility that the Carrs wanted sexual "company". She saw only a chance to get out of the house and avoid being alone with Danny. "Why, thank you, Tracy," she said. "I'll be right over."
Even if Danny came over there, she thought, there'd be safety in numbers. She dressed quickly in a pants-and-halter combination of embroidered blue denim, slipped on some sandals, and hurried across the lawn to the haven of George and Tracy's house.
George welcomed her into the living room and quickly mixed her a strong drink. Barb was grateful for that, and she swallowed it quickly, while listening to Tracy's inconsequential chatter. George refilled the glass, and the drink seemed even stronger this time, but Barb certainly didn't mind. She needed the numbing warmth of the booze. At last she began to calm down and talk.
"I've had such a rotten week," she sighed. "I just don't think I can adopt Danny. We don't get along. Do you think it would be too awful of me to go back on the arrangement?"
Tracy and George exchanged looks. "We think you ought to reconsider, Barb," said George. "Actually having Danny with you would be good in many ways. In fact that's why we asked you over, to talk about this and change your mind. Danny, come in here."
Barb paled as her handsome blond nephew strolled into the room. He'd apparently been sitting in the kitchen and had overheard everything. She was suddenly angry at the Carrs. "Now, no wait a minute," she said, starting to get up, "you two don't understand the situation. Danny goes, and that's that."
Burly George pushed at her shoulders, gently forcing her back into the chair. "Oh, we understand," he said. "Danny told us everything. I mean, everything."
Barb gawked. "But if you know about that, how can you possibly suggest that I keep him? It's a horrible, wicked thing-"
"Oh, Barb, honey," said Tracy, "you're wrong. It's a wonderful thing. You'd have a young lover to take care of you, and you know you need it. Danny wants to swing, too, so the four of us could have really great times together. Come on, don't be a spoilsport."
Spoilsport? She was protesting incest and sadism and a perverse involvement with a boy young enough to be her son-and they accused her of being a spoilsport. Barb quickly realized that she could expect no help or understanding from the Carrs. They were amoral, they would never understand her qualms.
"I'm leaving," she said simply. "My mind is made up."
"Oh, no, you're not," said George, pushing her down again. "You're not going anywhere till we prove you wrong. We're going to change your mind, Barb, change it once and for all. You'll see that we're right."
Fear gripped her heart, and again she tried to get up, but George was far too strong for her. He simply pushed down on her shoulders, holding her in her chair. "All right," he said to the others, "let's get started."
Barb watched in horrified disbelief as Danny and Tracy took off their clothes. They came to hold Barb while George stripped. They all looked like grim strangers, blind to her obvious terror and resistance. When they were all naked, they pulled her out of her chair and began stripping her of her clothes.
"My God, you're all crazy!" Barb cried. "Let go of me! Stop this! I don't want to do it!"
"You will, honey, you will," Tracy said.
She struggled, but they worked as a team, holding her and stripping off her pants, halter, bra and panties. She stood naked and blushing in their midst, wondering what to do. She knew she couldn't outfight the three of them. All she could do was endure, submit, until she could get away and find Howard.
"We're going to work through all your inhibitions," George told her quite seriously. "We're going to show you your real nature, Barb. You'll see that you're just like us, that there's no need for pretense. And you'll be a lot happier for it."
He was crazy, thought Barb, they were all crazy! To imagine that she wanted a life of orgies, that this would satisfy her sexual needs, was insane. She realized with sudden clarity what she really needed-a good man of her own, one man for the rest of her life. But this gang of perverts would laugh at such a notion. She burst into tears as they forced her down on the rug.
"Hold her," said George. "I'll go first."
Tracy and Danny forced Barb onto her hands and knees and held her firmly in that position. It was as if everything had been planned and rehearsed ahead of time, and Barb suspected this was so. She heard George's harsh breathing behind her, then the warm moisture of his breath on her naked cunt.
"Hold her legs farther apart," he panted. "Give me room to work."
Barb wailed in protest as her captors forced her thighs wide open, exposing her whole slit to George, who knelt behind her. The balding swinger looked hungrily at her sweet little snatch, the clean and bright-pink tissues that guarded her cunt. He remembered that cunt well from last night, its incredible tightness, its velvety clinging hot walls. This woman was made for love, he thought, but someone, no doubt her parents, had made her modest and prudish, sent her in the wrong direction. He meant to awaken her to her real interests.
Panting eagerly, George thrust his face forward into Barb's steamy pink slit. He bent low and stuck out his rough red tongue, snaking it through the hairy muff of her cunt and locating the tiny red dot of her clitoris. Barb gave a muffled gasp. Tonguing the little button teasingly, George worked his tongue into good position so that he could lick and lap every bit of her small red clit. He knew how vulnerable she was there.
Oh, no, thought Barb, no, no! If she responded to this, she was lost. She could never resist having her clit licked, at least never before-and George was an expert at it. His rough wet tongue tip tickled her little nub, then slid softly down the minuscule shaft, circling, teasing. Hot waves of pleasure rocked her body as he tongued her there, for her wanton cunt was independent of her conscience-stricken mind.
She knew it was wrong, perverse, filthy, what George was doing to her, but her body reacted instantly, hotly. Moaning in combined shame and pleasure, she felt her little tender clit reacting to his swift-lapping tongue, getting moist and long and hard. The stiffer it got, the more sensitive it became, till just the touch of his tongue, the merest feathery tickle, sent scorching heat through her loins and made her writhe with suppressed ecstasy.
Barb helplessly started to move her cute little ass ill time to George's stroking tongue. Her conscience screamed at her to resist, but her horny cunt went right on reacting in greedy instinct. Her ass jerked lustily, her cunt contracted violently with lust and began to cream. A thick white trickle of her pussy juice dribbled out of her hair-fringed hole and onto George's chin. Danny, who was bending close to watch the action, snickered.
"Hey, she really likes that," he said. "I gotta watch you and learn a few things."
George didn't reply, for his mouth was fully occupied in Barb's tasty snatch, but Tracy said proudly, "Yeah, honey, you watch George. He's an expert. If you learn to eat cunt the way he does, you'll make a lotta little girls real happy."
Danny chuckled, and his bright eyes focused intently on George's flicking red tongue. He saw the older man working with skill and patience on Barb's hot little nubbin, stroking and lapping and tickling it into taut erection and wet throbbing. Danny knew how sensitive she was there, of bourse, but he really didn't understand her anatomy.
"Hey, what is that thing, anyhow?" he asked Tracy. "That thing he's licking?"
Tracy giggled. "You sure got a lot to learn, sweetie. That's her clitoris, her clit. That's where a woman likes to be touched most of all."
Danny eyed Tracy boldly. She had cute little pointed tits with bright-pink nipples, a sweet little body, and an absolutely wanton look in her big blue eyes. Danny had wanted her from the moment they met. "You like to be touched there?" ne grinned.
"Love it," said Tracy, lewdly sticking out her tongue at him.
Danny was holding Barb on one side, Tracy holding her on the other. He slipped his arm under Barb's trembling hot body, brushing her big swinging tits, and fumbled around till he was touching Tracy's soft furry muff. Again the pert blonde stuck her tongue out at him in lewd encouragement. Danny wormed his finger through the pouting lips of her cunt and found the lump of her clit, a little bigger and longer than Barb's. He seized it between his thumb and forefinger and began to mold and tug it gently but insistently.
"Oooooo!" gasped Tracy. "Yeah, diddle me, baby. Play with my clit. I LIKE it!"
Danny felt scalding pussy juice dripping into his hand from Tracy's aroused cunt. Christ, if only his Aunt Barb could be so spontaneous, so frankly lusty ... He went on playing with Tracy's red-hot clit, but he kept his eye on Barb, hoping she'd succumb soon to George's expert tongue-play.
She was closer to succumbing than anyone knew. So far she'd managed to stifle her cries of pleasure, but it was becoming harder and harder. George's wicked stiff tongue had lashed and lapped her tender clit into fiery lust, and she was creaming in steamy floods, soaking his face. She didn't want to give these monsters the satisfaction of knowing how aroused she was, but the stinging pleasure of George's busy tongue was making her dizzy and reckless.
"Tongue-fuck her, George," said Tracy, who was working her creamy twat shamelessly over Danny's hand. "That oughta get her."
Danny wondered what tongue-fucking was, and he quickly found out as he watched George thrust his fat red tongue right up the hairy mouth of Barb's little cunt. Panting and grunting, big George jammed the whole thing in there, right to the root, and from the vigorous action of his jaws, Danny could tell that he was working his tongue briskly around inside her, reaming and sawing and screwing her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, GOD!" yelled Barb.
She couldn't hold back that helpless cry of bliss. George had made her so hotly aroused, tonguing her clit, that when he suddenly stuffed his thick tongue up her horny cunt, she couldn't resist the pleasure. He worked his tongue deliciously, vigorously, in her hard-creaming cunt, and she wailed hoarsely, slamming her ass loudly against his face, smearing her thick cunt cream over his nose and cheeks and mouth.
"She's ready, George," Tracy said, panting with excitement. "Give it to her now!" Tracy was highly turned on by watching Barb's helpless arousal, and her hot little clit throbbed and writhed between Danny's fingers.
Danny found himself equally excited by Barb's conquest. "Yeah, George," he yelped, "fuck her, man, fuck her!"
George drew his cream-soaked tongue out of Barb's steamy little cunt, got quickly onto his knees, and rammed the huge rigid pole of his cock into the wide-open wet mouth of her pussy. He groaned like an animal as he felt his prick clutched by that searing wet flesh.
"AAHHHHH!" wailed Barb. "Yes, yes! I want it, George, I want it! Fuck me, you motherfucker! Rape me, screw me! Jesus, yesss ... Hard, George, hard, you bastard!"
She could hardly believe her own voice, her hoarse begging, as George began to fuck her like a pile-driver. This was exactly what she needed, this brutal pounding in her greedy cunt. She was creaming furiously, and George's great fat cock screwed the juice right out of her cunt to splatter on his hairy loins.
Tracy and Danny watched the violent fuck with breathless excitement. Danny's fingers tightened mindlessly around Tracy's fat little clit, and suddenly she was coming, screaming even more shrilly than Barb. It was a quick violent climax, and then Tracy looked at Danny and giggled.
Danny grinned lewdly over Barb's violently bouncing body, then slipped his hand further between Tracy's legs, wriggling a stiff finger up her red-hot twat. To his surprise, Tracy groaned, seized his hand, and jerked his finger from her slurpy cunt. She quickly tugged it back and rubbed his fingertip over the bumpy little mouth of her asshole.
"Frig me there," she said, grinning obscenely at him. "Put your finger up my asshole, honey."
Danny eagerly wriggled a finger up her tight little shit chute, curious to find out how it felt in there. It was tight and gripping, surprisingly slick and hot. He worked his finger stiffly in and out of the tight little hole, and Tracy squealed with delight.
Her shrill cries were almost drowned out by George's panting and Barb's wild hoarse shouts of pleasure. Suddenly Barb arched her lush body sharply, going absolutely still and silent, and then she was in motion again, racked by the violent spasms of climax.
She screeched mindlessly as she felt George's sizzling jism flooding her cunt and boiling out to wet her thighs and his pounding belly. The orgasm ripped through her, shaking her body in powerful convulsions, and she lost track of time. Then George was pulling out of her, dripping sweat, his once-fat cock limp and dripping.
"Oh, Christ," he gasped, "that was hard work!"
"But fun," Tracy giggled.
"Yeah, fun!" George laughed. "That little cunt of hers is so fuckin' tight, you wouldn't believe it." He struggled to catch his breath. "Okay, Danny," he said, "jump on. Get her before she comes down from it."
George and Danny quickly exchanged places, and Barb realized dizzily that she was going to be fucked again, scarcely before the last sweet spasms of her climax had ended. It was to be Danny this time, and her hatred and loathing of him started to well up-only to be suddenly smothered by sharp pleasure as the boy entered her cunt with his iron-hard young prick. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, palming her big hanging boobs, clung to her like a leech. He dug his little hard prick fiercely into her flooded cunt, fucking her hot and hard.
"Take it, Auntie," he panted. "Take that good hard cock, baby. Dig it. Tell me you like it."
Barb was hardly going to give him that satisfaction. She gritted her teeth. Much as she enjoyed his stiff fucking, she wasn't going to let him know it. Danny felt anger and frustration. She'd cried out for George, hoarsely revealed her pleasure, so why not for him? His lust changed to a cruel desire for vengeance. He raised himself from her body, not wanting to touch her, and as he did so, he spotted the small light-brown mouth of her asshole.
He'd just frigged Tracy in the same place and had noted its exquisite tightness, its slick walls, its intense heat. Why not put his cock in there? It ought to feel fantastic-and ol' Auntie would really get her mind blown.
Danny drew back and touched the wet red head of his stiff prick to Barb's tiny clenched asshole. Tracy giggled, and George, also noting the boy's intent, said eagerly, "Yeah, good idea! Give it to her there!"
Barb had no idea what was going on, why Danny had withdrawn from her cunt. Then suddenly she felt tremendous pressure in her ass.
"Oh, God, Danny, NO!" she screamed. "No, not there!"
She tried to lurch away from him, but George and Tracy-her supposed friends-held her firmly in position as Danny grunted and worked his sharp little prick into her clenched protesting asshole. Barb screamed with horror. Nothing could be more filthy and humiliating than this, to be raped in her ass. She felt the scalding hard rod of Danny's cock tearing mercilessly into her shit chute, filling it tightly, slamming in right to his fuzzy balls. She felt as if her whole belly were stuffed with his cruel hard cock.
"Ah, shit, that's tight!" Danny whined. "Jesus, it's good! So friggin' hot!"
He started to ass-fuck her. Barb could hardly believe this horrible thing was happening to her, but she had to believe it when she felt the sharp stabs of his cock deep in her ass. She thanked God that it was Danny and not George. She could never have taken George's abnormally thick prick into her tiny asshole without severe pain. Danny's immature dick wasn't going to tear her, but that didn't lessen her humiliation.
"Relax, honey," Tracy advised. It was the first time she'd shown any warmth toward Barb since the whole disgusting rape began. "If you relax, it won't hurt. In fact it's fun!"
She should know, Barb thought bitterly. She imagined Tracy had tried just about everything. Tracy and George had pretended to be her friends, to help her in her distress, but all they'd really wanted was to lure her into these debasing orgies, to use her for their own kinky gratification. Barb felt alone and friendless.
Nevertheless she took Tracy's advice and relaxed her anal muscles. Instantly Danny's way became smoother and easier, and-to her surprise-Barb felt a sudden sensual pleasure in the crude act. It was like getting it in her cunt, only tighter, hotter, and more delicious. Danny's steady fucking stimulated her whole pelvis, her plump cuntlips, and her sensitive clit, tugging every organ into aroused life. Though she'd just come violently with George, she felt herself getting urgently horny again.
Dear God, she thought, what was the matter with her? How could she possibly enjoy something like this?
As if reading her mind, Danny taunted, "Hey, Auntie, how ya like gettin' it in the ass? Don't that just blow ya away?"
Barb shuddered and sobbed. Her shame was due partly to Danny's cruel taunts but mainly to her own helpless arousal. She was thoroughly disgusted with herself. If she could get turned on while a teenage boy ass-fucked her in front of a leering audience, maybe she was hopeless. Maybe her terrible lusts would never be satisfied.
"Ooooo!" The cry was wrenched from her involuntarily when Danny's deep-driving prick gave her a piercing jolt of pleasure, and her aroused cunt creamed heavily, wetting his flapping balls.
"She's gettin' wet!" Danny laughed. "She likes it! Ol' Auntie likes gettin' fucked in the ass!"
"It's good clean fun," George chuckled. "Ride with it, Barb! Enjoy, enjoy!"
George and Tracy were focusing intently on the tight stretched brown mouth of Barb's exposed asshole, where Danny's slim but rigid cock screwed and twisted. It looked as if the tiny wrinkled orifice would be torn wide open with his girth, but it managed to accommodate him. His pale-white prick zipped briskly in and out, lightly stained now with her shit, and Danny was whining shrilly with the joy of it. Never had he fucked anything so tight and hot!
Tracy licked her lips feverishly. "George, honey," she said urgently, "play with me. I'm so damned hot! I gotta have some action!"
George slipped his hand under Barb's writhing body and searched out the soaked hot tissues in his wife's crotch. He knew just what Tracy wanted. She wanted the same thing Barb was getting, or a reasonable substitute. George wriggled a fat stiff finger up her tight little asshole-not just the tip, as Danny had done, but the whole thing.
"Eeeeee! Yesss!" wailed Tracy.
George's thick finger stuffed her little shit chute in one forceful plunge, and searing pleasure melted her body. She squealed and began to bounce up and down on his rigid finger, screwing her greedy little asshole around that delicious impalement. Hot cream flowed from her aroused cunt and filled his palm.
Barb was gasping, her voice hoarse and desperate as she sought to stave off the climax she felt mounting in her loins. It would be too awful to come this way, to show Danny how aroused she was by his perverse ass-fucking. He sensed her resistance, and he fucked her harder than ever, whipping his stiff cock furiously in and out of her blazing tight shit chute, making her almost faint with pleasure.
"Come on, Auntie," he panted, "take it! Take that good stiff meat! Feels great, don't it? Come, baby, come!"
"Ohhh," moaned Barb, "ohhhh, noooo ... NOOOOO!"
She cried out in hoarse protest as she felt the violent spasms of orgasm racking her body. Then, defeated, she gave herself up to it, moaning loudly as Danny's rock-hard adolescent prick ass-fucked her into a dizzying climax. She felt his red-hot jism sizzling into her bowels, filling her, bubbling out of her little bruised asshole as he finally withdrew his shit-smeared cock.
Danny was snickering, wiping his sweaty face. "Man, I never got into anything as tight as that before," he said. "Damn near skinned my dick!" He looked boastful, proud, as he eyed his sobbing aunt.
"My turn now," said Tracy. She was staring hungrily at Barb, the most beautiful female partner she'd ever had. Barb's huge tits hung heavily down from her chest,-swollen and flushed. Her abundant black hair was tousled in thick waves around her shoulders. Her body was lush, warm, fragrant-and Tracy could hardly wait to touch it. George's stiff pumping finger felt great in her tiny asshole, but she knew there was ever greater fun waiting for her with the sobbing brunette widow.
Tracy popped her nipping asshole off the impalement of George's finger and moved toward Barb. "Turn her over," she told the men breathlessly. "Hold her for me."
George and Danny flipped Barb over onto her back. She didn't struggle. After what had happened to her already, what was the point? She looked at Tracy numbly, dizzily, wondering what new humiliation her tormentors had planned. George and Danny pinned her shoulders to the floor, and she couldn't have moved even if she tried.
Tracy's pert little orange-size tits were swollen up tight with arousal, and thick white cream streamed steadily from her little hair-fringed cunt to soak her silky inner thighs. Her blue eyes were wide and hungry as she eyed Barb's gorgeous mature body and focused at last on her cum-soaked slit.
"Oh, Jesus," Tracy moaned, licking her lips, "she's so beautiful...."
She gently pulled Barb's legs apart. Barb moaned and submitted. She couldn't fight off all these people. Tracy pushed her legs steadily wider, till she was lewdly exposed to the blonde's famished eyes. Tracy saw Barb's sweet pink cuntlips, the delicate fringe of dark hair around her slit, and the pinpoint bump of her clitoris. Tracy felt saliva pooling eagerly in her mouth.
"I've just gotta eat that pussy," she babbled, "that sweet little pussy...."
Danny giggled. "Is this for real?" he asked George. "Is she really gonna go down on another chick?"
"Why not?" said George. "Tracy and I have only one rule-if it's fun, do it."
"Well, I never seen anything like that before," said Danny. "Seems kinda weird." His protest was belied by the eager look on his flushed young face. He was obviously turned on by the idea of watching Tracy make love to his Aunt Barb. He and George watched intently as slim Tracy scrambled between Barb's widely stretched legs and slowly lowered herself toward the gleaming triangle of Barb's black cunt muff.
Barb, still recovering from the trauma of Danny's ass-fucking, wasn't quite aware what was happening till she felt Tracy's moist breath on her exposed snatch. Her dark eyes widened, and she gawked as she saw the curly blonde head dipping into her cunt, felt Tracy's wicked little pink tongue running feverishly up and down her soaked slit.
"Oh, NO!" she wept. "Not this! This is too much! Haven't you shamed me enough already?"
George's rough hand closed over one of her big heaving tits. "Relax, doll," he said huskily. "You're really gonna like this. It's gonna be better than anything, take my word for it...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
To have her cunt licked by a lesbian while two horny men watched-Barb couldn't imagine anything more awful. At last she began to struggle, twisting violently under Danny and George's gripping hands. She felt as if she were struggling for her life, or what made her life bearable-her dignity, her pride, her self-respect.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "I won't do this awful thing, I won't!"
"Aw, knock it off, Auntie!" Danny growled. "You're spoiling the fun."
He and George simply pressed harder on her shoulders, pinning her to the floor, and she found it impossible to twist out from under them. Tracy held her legs open and pressed her slim body between them. She looked up at Barb wonderingly, almost sadly.
"Barb, honey," she said reproachfully, "at least give it a chance. You never felt anything so good, believe me. Just relax and let me get you hot, okay?"
What choice did she have? Barb thought bitterly. She sobbed and closed her eyes, resigned to this new round of humiliation.
Again Tracy dipped her blonde curly head into her friend's steamy cunt. Barb's pussy was neat and dainty and pretty, but it was soaked and encrusted with her own horny juices as well as Danny and George's cum. Tracy didn't mind this mixed feast a bit. Eagerly she shot out her little pink tongue and began lapping up the strong assortment of fragrant juices, cleaning Barb's whole cunt right from the split of her furry pussylips down to the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole. At first Barb recoiled in horror, shivering as she thought of what Tracy was doing. It was filthy, vile. She almost gagged at the idea of eating another woman, lapping up and swallowing her pussy juice and the thick jism of two men.
"Ummmmm!" Tracy muttered.
Barb could feel her hot drool on her plump cuntlips, the busy tickling of her rough little tongue as she reamed every secret cranny and fold of Barb's tasty pussy. When she had cleaned away most of the thick steamy cream, she went back searching for more. She began with the tiny ultra-sensitive shaft of Barb's clit, sucking it hotly to clean it of every drop of moisture. "Ohhhhh!" gasped Barb.
To her horror, George and Tracy had been right-never in her life had she felt a pleasure so exquisite as this. Tracy sucked expertly on her tiny red clit, drawing it between her lips and tugging it mischievously, tickling the raw tip with her tongue. Violent spasms of pleasure shot through Barb's body, and in a matter of seconds she was reduced to emotional and physical jelly. Her will was gone, her body limp and yearning for more of Tracy's hot clit-sucking.
"Yeah, sweetie," Tracy muttered, "I know how good it feels ... You just relax, baby, and I'll eat every bit of this good pussy...."
Barb bit her lip to stifle a cry of acceptance. She lay back panting as Tracy moved from her fully aroused and stiffened clit down through the plump hot succulent folds of her pussy lips. The horny blonde flicked her wicked little pink tongue around and around the seething wet mouth of Barb's cunt, and the dark-haired widow moaned helplessly as fiery waves of pleasure flooded her belly. Then Tracy's tongue magically grew thicker, stiffer, and was snaking up into her aroused cunt.
"AHHHHH!" screeched Barb.
She couldn't help shouting her joy as Tracy's practiced tongue stuffed and reamed her tight hot cunt. Barb loved to have her pussy eaten, but only a woman could have done it so well, because only a woman would know exactly where it felt best and what movements were most pleasurable. Tracy's long pink tongue tickled and slithered almost all the way up to Barb's hot slick womb, and Barb helplessly creamed all over it. Tracy gurgled happily as she received the burst of fragrant cunt juice. She lapped it up, swallowed it, and returned again to ream and stuff her friend's red-hot silky twat.
George and Danny watched, open-mouthed and goggle-eyed, as Tracy licked hungrily between Barb's legs. They saw Tracy's pert cum-soaked face, Barb's lustful expression and fluttering eyes. It was a real turn-on for both man and boy, and their limp pricks began to twitch and swell in their laps, slowly rising into rigid erection.
"Man, oh, man," breathed Danny. "I heard of two chicks gettin' it on before, but I never believed it. This is far out!"
George didn't reply. He was too intent on his wife and what she was doing. "Eat her, honey!" he cried in hoarse encouragement. "Get your tongue way up there ... Make her come!"
It was most important in George's scheme that they make Barb come in every possible way. The more she came, the less she could reproach them afterward. After all, hadn't she enjoyed herself? How could she complain? In George's mind the scene would end with a breathless, fulfilled Barb, who would confess that their way of life was the one for her. She could be their partner forever, she and Danny....
Barb's pelvis was arched sharply upward now as she strained for more sweet hot friction from Tracy's busy tongue. Her cream flooded out to soak Tracy's cheeks and nose, while the blonde panted loudly and wriggled her pink tongue deep into Barb's steamy cunt. At last Tracy felt Barb's resistance melting away, felt the telltale tightening of her cunt as she approached orgasm.
Tracy withdrew her tongue quickly from Barb's clenching cunt, and Barb gave a moan of frustration. She'd been so close to coming, so damned close ... She felt Tracy's rough little tongue tip tickling down deeper between her thighs, nosing mischievously over the tight puckered mouth of her asshole.
"This'll be good, honey, real good," Tracy panted.
Barb didn't know what she meant. She wanted that thick expert tongue back in her cunt where it would do her some good. What the hell good was it doing tickling her asshole? Barb writhed in horny frustration-then gasped loudly as she felt Tracy's slick snake-like tongue suddenly slithering up her tight shit chute.
Again she heard her own hoarse voice, like that of a sluttish stranger, wailing in sharp pleasure. Tracy's rough wet tongue worked steadily up her asshole till she felt the other woman's nose in the tight crease of her asscheeks. Lodged all the way to the root of her tongue, Tracy began to ream and wriggle and probe in Barb's silky pungent shit chute, eagerly lapping up every source of taste, her saliva pooling hotly. Barb arched her body upward and completely relaxed her anal muscles, allowing Tracy to lick freely in her aroused asshole.
Tracy felt Barb's ass suddenly rippling with unmistakable spasms, felt the neighboring cunt walls going into orgasmic convulsions. Her tongue was gripped and squeezed, again and again, and her chin soaked with Barb's squirting pussy cream as the widow climaxed, loudly screeching her joy. Tracy went on working her tongue stiffly in Barb's delicious tight asshole till the orgasm had completely passed.
Barb sank back heavily on the rug, panting and sighing, and Tracy's slick tongue popped from her tight shit chute. Well, she thought, she couldn't sink any lower than that. That's got to be it. She'd gone wild with pleasure over that lesbian ass-tonguing, not even hiding it from the horny men who watched. Would she ever live it down? More important, now that they'd all watched her, now that they knew this terrible thing about her, would they ever let her go?
"Jesus, I'm so horny I could scream," panted Tracy, wiping Barb's sticky cunt cream from her face. "That really turned me on. George, quick-bring in Comrade."
Barb remembered vaguely that the Carrs had a dog by that name, a big German shepherd. She didn't like dogs, and so they politely kept Comrade away when she visited. What would Tracy want with a dog? Listlessly, Barb opened her eyes in time to see George trotting out of the room. In a moment he was back, the great furry German shepherd following him.
"Hey, whadd'ya want him for?" Danny asked, echoing Barb's thoughts.
Tracy leered at the curious boy. "You'll see, honey," she said. "In fact, I bet you've never seen anything like this." She giggled like an excited sixteen-year-old.
George looked excited, too. His big homely face was split by a lewd grin as he led the dog into the living room. "Good boy," he said soothingly, patting the dog. "Easy, Comrade. Easy. That's a good dog."
The German shepherd had been a little disturbed by the presence of strangers in the house, and he was growling softly at Danny and Barb. "Friends, Comrade, friends," said Tracy, reaching out to pet him. She explained, "We got him for a watchdog originally. He still hasn't got over that training."
"Well, if he isn't a watchdog any more, what is he?" said Danny.
Tracy and George laughed loudly.
"You wait an' see, sonny," chuckled George. "I don't wanta give away the surprise. But I guarantee, it'll be quite a show."
Danny wasn't too impressed. He'd come here to get laid, and to teach his haughty aunt a lesson, not to watch somebody's mutt do tricks. He said nothing, however, not wanting to anger the Carrs. He needed their help if he was to remain with Barb and keep his hold over her.
"There, there, that's a good doggie," said Tracy, patting the German shepherd.
Comrade had calmed down at last and was wagging his tail eagerly and licking Tracy's face. He still seemed huge and menacing to Barb, however. She saw his great sharp gleaming teeth and the hard claws on his big paws, and she shuddered to think what that dog could do to a naked unprotected human body. She sat very still and quiet while Tracy petted and soothed the animal.
George settled down on the rug with the others, grinning mysteriously. "He's okay now," he said to Tracy. "Let's get on with the show."
Tracy looked at the dog strangely, her eyes glowing and hot. Barb thought it was almost a look of longing, and she felt disgusted. The dog was just a substitute for children, she imagined, something to lavish affection on. Tracy embraced the furry creature, rubbing her naked body along his furry flanks, and Comrade licked his mistress' face wetly.
"Good boy, good boy," Tracy purred. "Let's play, doggie! Come on, play with me!"
Abruptly she scooted away from the dog, dropped to her hands and knees, and raised her pretty little ass high in the air. Barb found that even more disgusting. Tracy was wantonly exposing her whole wet red cunt to Barb and the gawking men.
Comrade gave a low whine, wagged his tail briskly, and then trotted over to his mistress. He stuck his cold wet black nose right into her crotch and sniffed sharply. Another low whine, another brisk wag of the great bushy tail, and then the German shepherd thrust out his long red tongue and began to lick Tracy's cunt. The gleaming organ lapped briskly from her little asshole right up to her stiff red clit.
"Oooooo!" Tracy squealed, her face lighting up. "God, that's great! Good boy, Comrade! Good!"
Danny gawked, then broke into a sharp laugh. "Shit," he exclaimed, "I don't believe it! You mean you trained that dog to-to eat pussy?"
"Oh, Comrade can do more than that," George said proudly. "We've trained him to do a lot of things. Just watch."
"You bet I will," Danny snickered. "Man, you people are really something else. Lettin' your wife get it on with a dog...."
"Makes Montana seem pretty tame, huh?" said George.
"I guess!" Danny said.
He gawked wonderingly at Tracy as the pert blonde squealed with the sharp pleasure of having her slit licked by the dog's big rough tongue. Danny was beginning to realize how innocent and inexperienced he really was. When he first came to L.A., he was cocky and smug because he'd lost his cherry at thirteen and fucked women older than himself. But now that seemed like nothing, like kid stuff, compared to the kinky things George and Tracy were teaching him.
Danny's eyes glittered with cruel delight. He was lucky to have met the Carrs, and he was going to stick with them and scale the very heights of sexual experience. Like himself, they were utterly selfish pleasure-seekers, and they could teach him everything he wanted to know.
Barb sat a little behind the others, watching just as intently while the excited German shepherd used his long wet tongue to lap and lick every inch of Tracy's creamy cunt. But unlike the men, she was not aroused or delighted-she was deeply repulsed. Even Tracy's lesbian inclinations seemed innocent and normal compared to this final perversion. How could she stand to have that animal lick her most intimate places? Did she have no shame at all?
"Oh, shit, yeah!" yelped Tracy, her little white ass bouncing in her excitement. "You oughta try this, Barb. It's wild! His tongue is so long, so rough...."
Barb almost gagged. If they tried to force her with the dog, she'd kill herself. She looked around and saw that the door to the kitchen was open, arid she began to inch discreetly in that direction. Suddenly, silently, George's massive hand closed hard over her wrist. She hadn't even noticed him turn around. He pulled irresistibly, drawing her into the group.
"Stay and watch the show, doll," he said with menacing softness. "You're not going yet."
If he tightened his hand at all, he'd break her wrist. Barb settled down meekly beside him. Tracy's cries were getting more shrill by the second, and Comrade's licking was becoming faster and more excited. The dog obviously loved the taste of her musky pussy juice and was licking hungrily into every cranny and fold of her hot wet cunt. When he had cleaned her twat completely, he sniffed sharply, seeking more of the tasty cream. He nosed wetly around her dark cunt mouth, whimpered, and then wriggled his thick red doggie-tongue right up her cunt.
"Ooooo!" Tracy gasped. "Yeah, yeah, lick my cunt, doggie! Oooooo, that's good! His tongue's so BIG!"
Danny sniggered in excitement and disbelief as he watched the great thick dog-tongue snaking up Tracy's eagerly offered cunt. George grinned wickedly, and his fat cock, already standing up straight in his lap, drooled a big drop of juice that dripped down his rigid shaft. Barb paled with disbelief and disgust. She imagined having a dog stick its tongue up her cunt, and she shivered with repulsion. Tracy was sick, sick in the head-and so were her partners, George and Danny.
Comrade's long gleaming red tongue twisted noisily in Tracy's cream-flooded cunt, setting up a loud slurping noise that filled the room.
Again Danny sniggered.
"Tastes pretty good, huh, doggie?" he laughed.
"That's nothing," said George, also watching gleefully. "Just wait and see what he does next."
Comrade used his thick rough tongue to ream Tracy's cream-filled cunt completely, making her squeal shrilly with pleasure. When he had lapped up every drop of her delicious juice, the dog shivered happily, whipped his long wet tongue out of her nipping cunt, and licked swiftly up to the puckered light-brown mouth of her asshole. Tracy gasped with excitement, and they could see the anal opening relax and spread, welcoming the hungry thrust of the dog's tongue.
"That's his favorite spot," said George.
"Oh, Jesus!" Danny could hardly contain his glee. "You mean he's gonna stick it up her asshole?"
Danny got his answer a second later when Tracy howled ecstatically and permitted the excited German shepherd to thrust his long red tongue all the way up her tight little shit chute. The red wet organ shot swiftly into her, disappearing from view, and Comrade's dark nose came to rest in the plump crease of her asscheeks. The dog reamed and twisted with his thick tongue, eagerly gathering the pungent juices of her hot asshole.
Tracy howled like an animal in her intense pleasure. Nothing, she thought dizzily, could feel better than this, Comrade's rough hot tongue buried massively in her tight ass, writhing and probing deliciously. Her cunt cream boiled out helplessly into the animal's furry face.
"Oh, Christ," she whined, "so fuckin' good!"
Tracy's whole lithe body seemed swollen and flushed with arousal, and her husky cries became unintelligible as the eager dog tongue-fucked her horny little asshole. Her blue eyes rolled crazily, and she licked her lips lustily. Her white ass went into motion, grinding hotly around the dog's deeply extended tongue.
"Holy shit," gasped Danny, "is she gonna get off on THAT?"
"Why not?" laughed George. "She can get off on almost anything. Her vibrator ran out of batteries last week, and she used a zucchini squash. I took a couple photos of it-I'll show you later."
Barb went red with shock when she heard their snickering exchange. There was no depth of perversity these people wouldn't go to, nothing they wouldn't try in their endless quest for bigger sensual thrills. She imagined how it would be to give in and join forces with them. She'd be forced to try everything, literally everything, with George leering and taking her picture. No, she'd die before she gave in....
Tracy was shuddering and gasping on the very verge of orgasm when Comrade withdrew his long lolling tongue from her asshole. She sighed with disappointment. "Doggie, you fucked up," she said breathlessly. "Just a little longer, and I woulda come."
George laughed. "He needs more training, honey. We'll work on it. But the best is yet to come, right?"
Tracy laughed, too. "I'll say!" She wriggled her ass wantonly at the panting dog. "Come on, Comrade," she said, "do your thing. I need it, doggie, I need it NOW! Comrade, mount!"
At her command, the great furry dog leaped onto her back. Barb gasped and gawked. She noticed something she hadn't seen before-the long wet gleaming protuberance from the dog's furry belly, the great heavy lump of his canine cock. The furious licking and tasting of Tracy's cunt had evidently gotten the animal aroused, for his huge dog-cock was in full wet erection. He scrambled on top of Tracy now, gripping her tightly with his furry forelegs, and began to bang his great red prick against her tender pussy.
"Yeah, get it in there, boy!" Tracy panted. f'Fuck me, Comrade, give me that big ol' doggie-dick!"
Even Danny was momentarily at a loss for words. "Hey," he finally gasped, "is she gonna let him fuck her? A DOG?"
"That's the whole idea, son," said George. "The rest was just foreplay. We spent a lot of time training him for this, but he's got it down to perfection now. Tracy really gets off on it." He chuckled and added, "Matter of fact, so do I."
Danny did, too. He strained forward to watch as Comrade forced his enormously thick red dog-prick into the tiny mouth of Tracy's dribbling cunt. It looked far too big for her, as if it would split her wide open, but amazingly her cunt mouth stretched like elastic and took in the grossly thick shaft.
Comrade howled loudly as the thick head of his cock touched Tracy's scalding wet cunt mouth and eased inside of her. He wagged his bushy tail in hot excitement, wriggled his furry hips, and dug deep into her mushy snug tunnel. Panting, his lolling red tongue dripping hot saliva onto her bare back, the dog worked his enormous canine cock all the way into Tracy's eager wet cunt, till the gawking audience could see no more of it.
Tracy was poised rigidly on her hands and knees, supporting the writhing dog's weight, and her mouth hung open, her eyes stared wide and glazed. She didn't move or make a sound as the frantic dog worked his huge prick roughly into her. Her cunt was very tight and very wet, and Comrade's huge stuffing prick made an obscene squishing noise as it filled her. At last he was fully lodged. He began to fuck her in deep swift strokes, and suddenly Tracy came alive again.
"AAHHHH!" she howled. "Yes, yes, YES!"
Her pert little boobs jiggled like jello, her whole body shook under the force of the dog's maddened humping. Tracy's face twisted into a grimace of keen sensual delight, and her blue eyes rolled wildly. There was no doubt that she was enjoying this crazy act, the deep thick thrusts of the dog's big prick in her greedy cunt. Her voice was loud, hoarse.
"Ah, Jesus," she cried, "this doggie can FUCK! Oh, Christ, George, he's good! Best fuck I ever had! Oooooo, YEAH!"
George looked smug. He was proud of his extraordinary pet. Danny was delighted, too, with the bizarre coupling. In his heart he despised women, looked down on them as mere playthings, and it gratified his sadism to watch a woman being fucked by a dog. He grinned fiercely as he watched, and his stiff cock, like George's, began to drool in his excitement.
Barb felt faint with disgust. Once she had liked George and Tracy, but now she thought of them as monsters, depraved fiends. Tracy was taking a dog's cock into her body, loving it, and George was shamelessly enjoying the scene. These people could never be Barb's friends. They belonged to a terrible alien world from which she wanted to run....
"Hey, let's us have some action, too, George," Danny was saying. "My dick's about to burst. We could fuck Auntie while we watch."
"Good idea," said George. He still gripped Barb's wrist, and he turned to leer at her.
"Who goes first?" Danny said eagerly.
"No problem," said George. "We'll both take her at once."
"Huh?" said Danny.
But George quickly demonstrated his plan. Barb yelped in protest as he roughly pulled her toward him, harshly spreading her legs and forcing her to kneel facing him. He seized his rigid fat prick and slammed it between her legs, deftly nosing it into the soaked mouth of her hot little twat. Barb wailed helplessly as she felt his thick hard meat stuffing her cunt, and then George pulled her hard against his broad sweat-soaked chest. He was fully into her, the stiff knob of his cock butting her womb.
"See?" George panted. "No sweat. You get behind her, stick it in her ass."
"Ohhh, nooo!" Barb wailed. Two men in her body at once? It was unthinkable, there wasn't room!
But Danny was already entering her eagerly. Kneeling behind her, holding her tightly around the waist, he jabbed his rigid dick into the tight mouth of her asshole, penetrating her fully in one cruel deep thrust.
"Ahhhhh, NO!" shrieked Barb.
Her belly felt achingly full of cock, and she feared she'd be torn as both George and Danny began to fuck her violently. In her terror she lost control of her bladder, and a thick hot stream of piss sizzled out into George's lap.
Only George was aware of it, and he seemed delighted. He looked her right in the eye and grinned, then winked, as she helplessly pissed on him. Barb moaned with shame.
Danny and George reamed and sawed harshly, swiftly, in her ass and cunt, fucking her mercilessly, but all the while they went on watching Tracy and the dog. Comrade humped furiously over his little mistress, shaking her whole body as he worked his enormous red dog-prick in her steamy tight cunt. Tracy wailed and moaned as she enjoyed the thick hot fucking, her cunt cream flooding out to' soak the animal's thick-furred belly. Her ecstasy was obvious, and she began to come in a long violent string of orgasms, wailing incoherently.
"Hey, Auntie, some party, huh?" Danny grunted as he worked his sharp little cock in her tender asshole. "How d'ya like gettin' two cocks at once?"
Barb sobbed and did not reply, but George said, panting, "She's gonna have even more fun in a minute. Hey, Barb, watch Tracy. Watch how good it is for her with Comrade. That dog's got a huge dick, bigger than any man's, and he knows how to use it, too. Doesn't that look like fun?"
"My God," Barb sobbed, "you must be insane. How could it possibly be 'fun'?"
"You'll find out, baby," George laughed harshly, "because you're next!"
CHAPTER NINE
George's words seemed unreal to her, and Barb gawked at the bizarre sight of Tracy being violently fucked by the dog. She tried to imagine herself in Tracy's place. No, it was impossible. That couldn't happen to her.
Danny was yelping in hot pleasure as he began to jet his jism into her scalding shit chute. Barb took it almost indifferently, she was so numb after the many humiliations of that night. She felt his slim cock going limp in the tightness of her ass, then slipping from her. George began to come, overflowing her narrow cunt with his thick jism, looking her lewdly in the eye as he came-and again Barb felt almost nothing. Her mind was so fogged that she couldn't even envision the possibility of escape. This nightmare scene seemed destined to go on forever.
"Oh, my GOD!" panted Tracy. "That dog is worth every cent you paid for him, George!"
Tracy was lying naked on her belly, still writhing with the after-shocks of her long string of powerful orgasms. Comrade had just pulled away from her and was licking himself, his great doggie-cock now limp and retreating into his furry sheath. Streams of thick canine cum trickled from Tracy's gaping cunt.
"Think you can get him up again, honey?" George asked.
"Just let me catch my breath!" laughed Tracy.
After a moment the slim blonde crawled over to the big German shepherd and playfully rolled him onto his side. She began to rub and pet him, and Comrade responded gratefully, giving her a doggie grin and wagging his tail. Slowly Tracy's hands worked toward his furry belly, toward the thickness at his crotch. Danny snickered as he watched Tracy pick up the dog's limp red cock and begin to pump it.
"You really think she can get him hard again?" the boy asked.
"Oh, yeah," said George. "He's a specially trained dog, like I told you. We had a chick over here one time, just couldn't get enough of ol' Comrade. That damned dog fucked her five times in a row."
"I'd like to meet that chick," Danny said, leering. "She sounds like a lot of fun."
"Yeah," said Tracy, "but she was ugly. We've been looking for somebody beautiful-like Barb."
Barb hardly heard the compliment. She was sitting on the floor, slumped forward, vaguely feeling the ache in her cunt and ass where the two men had savagely fucked her. She felt as if she would never escape from this torture, as if she were losing her mind. She didn't know how much more of it she could stand.
"Nice doggie," Tracy crooned, "good Comrade. Get it up again for me, doggie. Come on...."
Tracy's expert little hands pumped steadily on the dog's limp red prick, and Comrade wagged his tail appreciatively. Occasionally he licked Tracy's face. Gradually, however, he seemed to forget his mistress and to go into a kind of trance. His moist brown eyes glazed, and his body went stiff. He seemed to concentrate fully on the delicious sensations emanating from his cock as Tracy pumped it.
Slowly, very slowly, Comrade's great red dog-dick began to stiffen once more, emerging long and heavy and hard from the thick fur of his belly.
Tracy simply couldn't resist the sight of that huge cock, which had just given her so much pleasure. She stuck out her cute little pink tongue and lapped the rigid moist organ. Comrade gave a low howl of pleasure, and he suddenly leaped to his feet, whisking his erect cock from Tracy's grasp. He was trembling with readiness, sniffing the air sharply.
"He's ready," said George.
"Jesus, I'll say!" marveled Danny.
Again they could hardly believe the size and thickness of the animal's great red swollen cock. It was far bigger than any man's, far thicker and longer. It hung like a great red pendulous weight from his belly, gleaming and wet. Comrade howled excitedly, wanting a moist snug nest in which to bury that great length of meat.
George turned to look at Barb. "Okay, baby," he chuckled, "get ready for the most fantastic fuck of your life."
Barb didn't look at him. She seemed lost in thought. She realized that George was threatening her with some new humiliation, but she didn't understand what it was. She was thinking of Lon, the only man she'd ever loved, and resigning herself-at last-to his death. She felt utterly alone.
"Well, come on, Auntie," said Danny mockingly. "Get your ass over here!"
Still Barb didn't respond. "Come on," said George, "help me with her."
George and Danny seized Barb and carried her to the center of the room, Tracy scrambling out of the way. Barb lay perfectly limp, not resisting at all. "Get her on her hands and knees," panted George. "I want that cute little ass sticking up in the air."
Danny and Tracy helped arrange her in the right posture, and then Tracy and George held her in place while Danny watched gleefully. Comrade stood by, sniffing sharply, his tail wagging in hot excitement.
"Come, Comrade," said George. "Come play!"
The big dog approached Barb from behind, his sharp eyes noting the upturned ass, the red moist slit. Her female scent was subtly different from Tracy's, but it excited the dog just as much. He nosed eagerly into her wet cunt and stuck out his great long red tongue. He began to lap Barb's pussy.
Barb woke at last from her numb fantasies to the feelings of intense pleasure which radiated from her snatch. Someone was eating her pussy, an expert job, and she felt her body flush with sudden arousal. That tongue was very rough, long and muscular, brushing wetly around her sensitive little clit, snaking into the folds of her pink pussylips, tickling over the clenched mouth of her asshole. It felt fantastically good!
Barb blinked and looked around. Danny was sitting beside her, grinning evilly, his eyes shifting back and forth from her face to her ass. She supposed, then, that it was George who was licking her, or even possibly Tracy-but she saw that they were beside her, too, holding her arms, pinning her into position. Who, then...?
Barb twisted her head sharply around and looked into the grinning face of the dog.
She lurched against the tight hold of her captors, and her face went white with terror and shock. "Oh, no," she said, "no, I won't do this! Get him away from me! Get him AWAY!"
"Hold still," George growled. "We'll tie you if we have to."
"Don't fight it, honey," said Tracy. "You'll love it, believe me."
"Oh, no, I won't!" Barb screamed. "You may be sick enough to do it with a dog, but not me! Let me go!"
George gripped her arm tighter. "You're not going anywhere, baby," he hissed. "We're gonna hold you right here, and that dog is gonna fuck you, whether you like it or not!"
* * *
Howard Jennings cursed the traffic light. Everything seemed to conspire against him to keep him from Barb. After she'd called that morning, he knew something was terribly wrong, and he'd set to work instantly to help her. He'd called other lawyers, judges, juvenile officers, to determine how Barb could get rid of Danny and where the boy could be sent. He hadn't counted on the mass of red tape he had to go through. He'd spent the whole day running around from office to office. Now it was dark, and Barb was still alone with her problem.
Howard was on his way to her, but the traffic was heavy, and he could only inch along. He wished he'd called her during the day to see how she was. She'd sounded so awful on the phone, fearful and distraught. Why was she so afraid of Danny? What was the matter?
At last Howard reached Barb's house, leaped from his car, and pounded on her door. There was no answer. Then he remembered her neighbors, the Carrs, the bald guy with the sexpot wife. They might know where she was. Howard ran across the lawn. He was just about to ring the Carrs' doorbell when he happened to glance through the window. He stopped still, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide in disbelief.
George and Tracy Carr, stark naked, were holding Barb down on her hands and knees, while a teenage boy-Howard guessed it was Danny-sat nearby, watching and grinning. Barb was naked, too, and Howard couldn't help taking in her heavy swinging tits and the delicious curves of her hips, waist and thighs. From where he was standing, he had her in profile-and he saw behind her a huge German shepherd busily licking between her legs.
Barb was sobbing and screaming. Even through the closed window Howard could hear her screams. Everyone else was grinning.-
* * *
"Now, Comrade! Mount!" George was so excited that his voice broke as he gave the command.
Indeed, everyone was excited as they watched the huge furry animal leap onto the beautiful sobbing woman. It excited all of them to see Barb's modest beauty outraged and defiled by the dog. They watched breathless as Comrade encircled her with his furry forelegs and began to bang his hard red cock against the tender pink tissues of her cunt.
"Oh, God, no, no, NO!" Barb screamed.
She felt the monstrous hard hot dog-cock hammering against her tender pussylips, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before the animal succeeded in penetrating her. She felt sick with horror as she thought of having a dog's cock in her body. She struggled violently, but with Tracy and George holding her and Comrade's enormous weight on top of her, she could not escape.
"Please, please, NOOOOO!" Barb shrieked.
She felt the monstrous thick dog-prick slamming into the narrow mouth of her resisting cunt, searing deep into her body.
There was a thunderous sound of cracking wood, and then the front door hit the wall with a deafening thud. Howard Jennings vaulted into the room, pale and angry. He didn't stop to close the door he'd broken. He ran straight for Barb and her captors.
"Down, Comrade!" George shouted.
The dog reluctantly climbed off Barb, his great red canine prick still hard and grossly swollen. Everyone gawked at Howard.
"Don't say anything," George said to Tracy and Danny. "This guy's her attorney. Just keep quiet."
Barb gawked at Howard. It took her a moment to really believe that he was there, that she was saved. Then she gave a hoarse sob and rushed into his arms.
Howard held her tightly, protectively. Even in his anger and outrage, he couldn't help appreciating the silky feel of her naked body and the ripe swell of her big tits against his chest. He glared at George and the others.
"I'll make this short," he said coldly. "You're all in a lot of trouble. Kidnaping, rape, assault-I could get you charged with that and a lot more. If Barb wants to press charges, that is."
Barb glanced around at Tracy and George, her so-called friends, and at pale frightened Danny, the boy she had once intended to make her son. She knew it wasn't their fault that their minds were warped. Putting them in jail would only add to their hardness, their perverse experience. She had no heart for vengeance, especially when she recalled that she hadn't always been an unwilling victim. She remembered the dizzying heights of pleasure she'd reached with these people, her wicked joy ... No, it wouldn't be right to punish them. She only wanted to get away from them.
"No, Howard," she said shakily, "I won't press charges. I just never want to see any of them again."
"You heard her," Howard said grimly. "What have you got to say?"
"I guess we're getting off damned lucky," said George, wiping the nervous sweat from his face. "Tracy and I won't say a word about any of this. I've been offered a job in the Midwest. We'll be leaving soon...."
"I'll go with you," said Danny quickly. He stared at Barb with unconcealed hatred. "You'll never see me again, Auntie. But I bet you won't forget me," he added cruelly.
"Shut up, kid," said George. "Leave well enough alone."
* * *
The Carrs promised to leave town within twenty-four hours, taking Danny with them. In the meantime Howard helped Barb pack a small bag and took her to his beach house. It was best that she get away from her place with its memories of Lon and Danny.
Barb lay on the sofa before the fire, sipping a drink, while Howard watched her anxiously. Damn, she was beautiful. She wore a thin flowing lunging dress that was cut low in front, revealing the cleavage of her superb jutting tits. Her thick shining black hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her tan face glowed with health. She was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen, and he longed to touch her, to hold her. But always it seemed that the time wasn't right. First there'd been her widowhood, now the terrible trauma she'd been through with Danny and the Carrs. Howard watched her quietly from his chair, his hands aching to reach out and touch her.
Barb was staring into the fire, trying to sort out the muddle of her mind. She could accept Lon's death, and she could cope with the fact that Danny and George and Tracy had proved to be false friends. The one thing she couldn't reconcile, which still filled her with shame and horror, was her own wicked lust. She'd fucked her own nephew-and loved it. She'd taken part in orgies with George and Tracy-and she'd screamed with wild joy. What was wrong with her? Was she as sick as they were, permanently warped?
Howard could contain himself no longer. He reached out and gently took Barb's hand. "Barb," he said, "perhaps this is premature, and if so, tell me. But I want you. I've been in love with you for a long time. I know you'll never love me like you did Lon, but I could take good care of you. As my wife-"
Barb burst into tears. "Oh, God, Howard, you don't know what you're saying!" she sobbed guiltily. "I'm no good! I'm nothing but a slut!" She managed to control her voice, and then, briefly but honestly, she told him everything, beginning with her wild lust after Lon's death and ending with the final orgy at the Carrs'. She told the story with great reluctance. She wanted Howard, knew now that she loved him, but when he knew the truth, he wouldn't want her any more ... Still, it was only right and fair to tell him the truth about herself.
When she had finished, Howard squeezed her hand and looked at her tenderly. "Barb," he said, "I've had a lot of experience handling the legal affairs of widows, and one thing they all have in common is lust. It's like a fit of madness, it only lasts for a while. The most modest well-bred women just lose control of themselves for a few weeks, then it's over. That's what happened to you. You were used to a great sex life with Lon, and then suddenly it was gone. Your reaction was normal. You couldn't help it. Just forget it, darling. It's over now."
Barb gawked at him. "You mean you forgive me?"
Howard laughed. "Forgive you for being human? Of course I do."
But he felt more than forgiveness. Barb's account of her sexual adventures had made him feel incredibly horny as well. He was secretly delighted with the fact that, besides being beautiful, she had a deeply passionate nature and an obvious delight in sex. More than ever, he ached to make love to her, to watch her respond to him.
"Oh, Howard, you're a saint," sobbed Barb, seizing him and drawing him close to her.
"Oh, no, I'm not," chuckled Howard, embracing her hotly. "I'm far from being a saint. You'll find that out in about a second, you hussy, if you don't quit leading me on."
She laughed at his joking tone, but then she felt his hand slipping inside the front of her dress. She wore no bra, and his fingers curled possessively around the great white swelling of her naked tit. His hands were dry and firm and warm, somehow commanding and soothing. As he gently cupped and squeezed her swelling ripe tit, Barb felt sweet hot pleasure rippling through her body. She wanted to melt against this man, surrender herself to him-but was it too soon? Would he be put off by her eagerness? His hand seemed to bum around her tightly cupped tit, and she felt her nipple going hard and erect in his palm as her own excitement mounted sharply.
"Baby," Howard murmured, his flushed face buried in her fragrant hair. "I've wanted you so long, so damned long...."
Barb could not bring herself to resist when he gently lowered her onto the wide sofa and lay down beside her. Howard gently slipped her dress down over her shoulders, down to her waist, revealing the magnificent firm mounds of her tits and their sweet light-brown nipples. For a moment he only stared in awe. She had the biggest tits he'd ever seen, yet they were perfectly firm and youthful, sticking up from her chest in proud pointed mountains.
"My God," he said huskily, "let me play with your beautiful breasts, Barb, let me touch them, kiss them...."
Barb flushed with excitement. This, she realized, was the Ho weird Jennings she'd always wanted to discover-the man, not the lawyer. He pressed his ruggedly handsome face against her heaving tits, and then his tongue was on her left nipple, wet and hot and quick. He lapped and tickled the soft brown nub, and Barb gasped with hot excitement. Then his lips fastened firmly around the brown point of her tit, drawing the sensitive nipple into the juicy heat of his mouth. He began to suck it, swishing the end with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooooooo, Howard," Barb sighed, embracing him tightly. "Yes, yesss...."
Her great creamy tit was like a hot cushion pressing his face. Howard sucked ravenously on her little brown nipple, wetting it with his eager saliva, sucking it into a taut aroused bump. His hands wandered feverishly over her lush body, exploring her as he had longed to do for so many months. The dress was slit almost to her thighs, and he slipped his hand inside to touch her warm silky legs, quickly moving upward to the moist place at her crotch.
He felt the first soft tickle of pubic hairs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and that delighted him. He wanted his woman to be open and free with him-and she was going to be his woman, he knew that now. Confidently, eagerly, he slid his hand between her legs, into the fur-fringed heat of her pussy. A scalding gush of cunt cream wet his hand.
"Ahhhhh, God, Howard," she moaned, grinding her red-hot cunt shamelessly over his hand.
Barb felt perfectly at ease with him, loving and trusting. She wanted him terribly. Just the touch of his hand between her legs, just the wicked sucking of his warm mouth on her nipple, made her wildly horny for him. Joyfully she dismissed all her modesty and inhibitions and began running her hands down his firm hard body, searching for his crotch. She belonged with this man. It was right....
Howard gasped with surprise and pleasure when he felt Barb's warm little hand slipping inside his pants. She eagerly sought out the rigid line of his cock and tickled it feverishly with her fingers. Then she was deftly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and his cock was unleashed, his rigid hard-on popping out of the confinement of his pants. She curled her fingers around his throbbing stiff dick and began to pump it.
"Darling," he whispered, "I'm so fuckin' hot for you! Jesus, Barb, let me get your dress off! I want to touch all of you...."
She wasn't afraid to meet his eyes as they undressed. She smiled wickedly at him, not ashamed of her lust. What had seemed evil with Danny, with George and Tracy, seemed natural and good now. It was love that made the difference, she knew.
Howard ogled her lush body. She was more beautiful than he'd dreamed. Her big melon-shaped olive-skinned tits jutted out firm and pointed, her waist was tiny and taut, and at the base of her belly was a sweet gleaming triangle of black cunt fur. She was magnificent, and she was all his....
Barb ogled Howard's body as shamelessly as he did hers. He looked god-like to her, firm and tan and heavily muscled. She was turned on by the thick mat of black hair on his broad chest, by the virile slimness of his waist and hips. She looked hungrily at the wiry pubic bush of his loins, his swollen furry balls, and the long rigid shaft of his erect cock. He had a great body, and she did not deny her hunger for him.
"Howard, I'm shameless!" she laughed. "I want to eat you. I want to suck your cock!"
He grinned delightedly but had no time to reply. Her dark head dipped into his lap, and he groaned blissfully as he felt her sweet warm lips slipping around the raw red bulb of his cockhead. She sucked him in with hungry violence, into the juicy heat of her mouth, and Howard felt blazing wetness searing up the rigid shaft of his cock.
"Oh, baby, yes," he whimpered. "Eat me. Suck my prick! Awww, yeah, Barb, YEAH!"
Never had she been so eager to taste a man's cock, to take every inch of it into her drooling hungry mouth. She sucked Howard's throbbing dick right back into her throat, till the bubbling glans seemed halfway to her belly and his bristly haired balls rubbed her chin. She sucked greedily on his thick cock, noisily, wetly.
Howard was dizzy with pleasure, and for a moment he only sat there moaning while the woman of his dreams sucked loudly and hungrily on his throbbing prick. Then he sank down, careful to keep his cock deeply lodged in her silky wet mouth, till he was nosing into her soft cunt. He thrust his tongue through the furry lips of her pussy and tickled the tiny hot bump of her clit. Barb moaned hoarsely, made a greedy wet gurgling sound in her throat. Howard planted his lips on her tiny hot clit and began to suck it ravenously.
Her tasty cunt cream flooded into his face, testifying to her hot arousal. She sucked like a demon on his rigid prick, and his cock drooled helplessly, furiously, into her throat. They seemed starved for each other, and their noisy wet sucking sounds filled the room. Howard could have gone on eating her delicious cunt all night, but after a few moments Barb pulled away from him with a hungry moan and slipped off the sofa.
She stood over him, a gorgeous dark-haired Amazon, her great pale tits wobbling wickedly, her pelvis arched shamelessly forward to reveal the moist red flesh of her cunt. Cunt cream streaked down her inner thighs. She stuck out her pretty pink tongue at him and suggestively licked her lips. Her smile was white, flashing, lusty.
"I want you in me," she said hoarsely. "I can't wait. I want you deep in me, Howard, I want your cock hard in my cunt! Hurry, darling, hurry!"
She strode to the center of the room, and Howard bounded after her, his spit-soaked cock hugging his belly tautly. Barb whirled to face him, her heavy black hair swinging, and she shamelessly thrust her belly toward him, offering herself. Howard met her belly to belly, thrusting his rigid cock between her long legs, and he felt his aroused meat sliding upward into her scalding velvety cunt.
Barb moaned as his cock filled her. They stood there, aims around each other, and rocked back and forth, his long hard prick sawing deeply in her clutching wet cunt. Burning pleasure filled her body, and she fucked him shamelessly, lustily, as he fucked her. She didn't hold back with him. Others had betrayed her, but Howard never would.
She had his burning hard cock right up to her womb, where she wanted it, where it belonged. She had what she'd really always needed, one good man, a man of her own.
