Liverpool Library Press is proud to present this new illustrated Magazine series to take its place alongside the classics of sexual education, such as Havelock Ellis' monumental Psychology of Sex, the Alfred Kinsey (et a\) Sexual Behavior in the Human Male and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, as well as the more recent studies by Masters and Johnson. While The Publishers are not presenting any new discoveries in the sexual area, we are presenting the cold facts uncovered by these and other acknowledged leaders in sexual research in a manner more easily accessible to the ordinary mature adult reader - in the form of fiction.
The presentation of educational material in the form of fiction is traditional in all civilizations. Basic human wisdom has many times been offered in the form of easily remembered fables, such as those of Aesop and La Fontaine, which are found much more palatable than didactic treatises, and are much more likely to be remembered and taken heed of. Likewise, from earliest times, it was common to dramatize the basic conflicts and group philosophies of peoples. Here, we may point to the great Greek dramatists such as Sophocles and Aeschylus - and Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis, did not hesitate to name the Oedipus Complex and the Electra Complex after the dramatized psychological conflicts embodied in these same dramatists. In medieval times, the Bible itself was frequently dramatized within the great cathedrals themselves in order for church members to better feel the immediacy of long-past events.
Nothing which appears in the fictionalized case-studies here presented is original except this particular story itself. These particular characters and events are fiction - but they are drawn from similar case-studies presented by psychologists and sexual researchers. This particular study deals with one aspect of incest. Aeschylus, Dante, Somerset Maugham and a variety of authors, poets, playwrights have presented dramatized accounts of this same subject - some based on fact, some entirely fictionalized.
The subject of incest itself has met with varied response throughout history. However, the concept itself has had different meanings in different places and different times. To the ancient Greeks, it was considered incest for sexual relationships to occur between two siblings of the same mother; however, it was considered quite acceptable for relations to occur between siblings of the same father provided they had different mothers.
The ancient Egyptians, on the other hand, quite often practiced sibling marriage, and the famous Ramses II even married one of his own daughters. In contrast, the Chinese held it to be incest for two people of the same family name to marry - regardless of how remote their blood relationship. In Medieval Europe, it was technically consanguinity for two people to marry if they were related within six generations. However, this concept had changed drastically by the seventeenth century when one of the Hapsburg archdukes married - with the blessings of the Church - his own niece.
In the United States, the legal definition of incest varies from state to state, so that in one state, married first-cousins are considered living in incest, while in another, fourth-cousin marriage is illegal. In still other states, both marriages are considered quite legal and acceptable. The psychologist tends to be more interested in the feelings of the people involved in incestuous relations - whether an overpowering sense of guilt or perhaps a compulsive need to engage in incest despite (or perhaps because of) a strong sense of guilt.
In this present fictionalized study of incest, Cynthia Sloane is a woman with unmet sexual needs. Her husband is a man old and fatigued beyond his years, and he makes no attempt to satisfy her natural desires. The young wife is able to cope with her deprivation until her young nephew comes to visit for the summer, and then, little by little, she finds herself seducing him - almost against her will. Once she had brought herself to the point where she could accept this incestuous relationship, it is a simple step to include her nephew's teenaged friend, Willie.
The outcome of these actions is almost inevitable discovery by an adult - in this case, young Willie's father, who decides to teach Cynthia a lesson she won't forget (and incidentally giving scope to his own sexual desires as well).
We, The Publishers, are proud to present this new Illustrated Magazine Series as a contribution to the better understanding of one of the problems encountered by some Americans, and we know this work will be welcomed as an educational insight into contemporary mores.
For those wishing additional information on our published subject matter, we have included a bibliographical section on page 60 which explains some of the illustrations and provides reference to books available to the public in all libraries throughout the nation.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Dissatisfaction was evident in the lines etched across the forehead of Cynthia Sloane as she stared out the bedroom window into the darkness of the quiet Oregon night. Her jet black bangs practically hid the troubled brown eyes of the twenty-four year old doctor's wife.
Bored with her hum-drum existence with a disinterested man fifteen years older than she, it had almost become habitual for the lovely young wife to have a few drinks after dinner each night to help her forget. She snorted in derision now as she thought about it. That's what came about when a woman's husband was the only local doctor, and a wife was forced to be alone for too much of her time. Cynthia tilted her cocktail glass and drained it of its contents. The dreariness of her situation seemed to rise up and choke her with disgust for the way she had to live. Although her husband, Dr. John Sloane, had promised when they first got married that he would get her away from the boredom of this small town, they were still here three years later. Worse, on the rare occasions when John was at home he watched television each night until he fell asleep in his chair. Cynthia, frustrated out of her mind, drank herself into oblivion.
Suddenly unable to think about her desperate situation any longer, the curvaceous brunette whirled from the window and moaned, "I'll go nuts if I have to spend one more night alone while good old Johnny Sloane holds someone's hand and tells them that he'll take care of them. I wish to God I'd never heard of the famous Dr. John ..."
Angry now, Cynthia stalked down the hallway and into the living room of their one story rambling ranch house, where she poured herself another stiff drink, then - for lack of something better to do - turned on the television set. She had almost finished her second drink when she heard the car come into the driveway. Well, she thought sarcastically, good old Doc is a little earlier than last night. Only eleven thirty! How fucking nice of him to remember he has a home ... and a wife!
A second later the kitchen door opened and she heard his slow footsteps coming down the hall toward her.
"I'm home," John Sloane said wearily as he dropped his little black bag on the table in the entranceway and entered the living room.
"So I see," she snapped, but then immediately felt guilty as she saw the lines of weariness etched on his face. Her voice softened momentarily, "Did you have something to eat?"
"Yes, I ate at the hospital cafeteria. I'm really tired," he sighed as he dropped to the sofa and lay back with his eyes closed.
Cynthia stared at her thirty-nine year old husband and shook her head slowly as she realized that he was much older than his years. John Sloane had worked his way through eight years of medical school and was now a dedicated doctor. But, it had made him a cautious man, and he continued to worry about money. He gave her a sufficient allowance for the house, but it was just that ... sufficient.
Sitting in the chair across the room from him now, she watched him with wary interest. He was a big man, blond hair, blue eyes, and still handsome; or at least, there had been a time when she thought he was handsome. She had been married two years and there was no romance left. After two measly little years!
If only there was something for her to do! Johnny wouldn't let her work, or do anything she liked to do. And he was always "too tired" to socialize!
Romance wasn't all that had left their life! There was no sex to speak of. Sometimes the love-starved young brunette thought she would go out of her mind with desire. Gradually, though, she'd withdrawn into herself and stopped making a fool of herself by begging him to make love to her. Now, the occasional times that he did want it, she just lay beneath him unconcerned, knowing that if she counted to ten, he would climax and fall asleep. Sometimes, even before she got to ten.
Johnny was lying with closed eyes when he heard a deep sigh escape his young wife's throat, and knew that she was bored. Why had he married someone who was so young? Because he loved her, that was why! But, he was too tired for love-making, and he knew that it wasn't just tonight but every night. Besides, he knew that he didn't satisfy Cynthia and she had stopped responding to him. He also knew that he wasn't impotent, because the nurses' short uniforms aroused him to a fever-pitch of excitement, and another thing, was his healthy reaction to the collection of erotica that he kept hidden in his study desk.
Even before he married Cynthia, he had met a young doctor at the hospital who sold them. Even then, he'd used the visual effect of the full color photographs to excite him before making love to her. Aroused by looking at other couples in the various acts of making love, he would go to bed and ram his cock into Cynthia's tight little cunt, but... he generally had a premature ejaculation, and it hurt him to see the disappointed look on his wife's face afterwards when he kissed her goodnight.
He knew Cynthia was not aware of his collection of a hundred or more pornographic photographs collected during the past five years. They had been kept under lock and key because the middle-aged doctor felt foolish about telling her of his interest in erotica.
Unable to stand it anymore, Cynthia jumped up from the chair and nervously began pacing the floor in front of him. "You going to sleep on the sofa again tonight, or go to bed?"
"I'm too tired to move. I think I'll just stay here for a while," Johnny said as he reached for her. "Come here and stay with me."
"I'm going to bed! I've seen all the television I ever want to see. Good night doctor!" she said sarcastically and pulled away from him.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, John Sloane opened his eyes and listened for a minute. Then, quietly, he got up from the couch and opened the door to listen again. Not a sound! She must be in bed already. Tiptoeing down the hallway, he went to his study and moved across the room to his desk. Without turning on the light he opened the upper right hand drawer and pulled out a manila envelope he had brought home last night. From his coat pocket, he removed a small pen-light that he ordinarily used for throat inspections and snapped it on. Guiding the small spotlight toward the envelope, he took out several photographs and spread them out before him on the desk.
The first print was of a beautiful redheaded woman sitting astride the naked body of a man. Her lust-contorted face and voluptuous naked body caused the middle-aged doctor to draw in a sharp breath and gasp in excitement. The man's face was not visible as he lay near the edge of the bed with his penis buried to the hilt in the wetly glistening hair-lined vagina of the woman kneeling above him. Standing beside the bed was a second woman with a lewd smile on her face, staring down at the two naked bodies, her outstretched middle finger buried inside her own cuntal passage.
John could feel his already erect penis pulsating in lewd excitement inside his shorts and, without taking his eyes from the obscene photographs, used his free hand to reach down and rub it. Jesus God! What would it be like to have two women at one time? He'd never have the guts to do it! But, if he did, he'd have that other woman sitting on his mouth at the same time the redhead sat on his penis.
He could see the ass-cheeks of the redheaded woman shining like white marble, and her puckered little anus nestled up between her rounded buttocks like a tiny sucking mouth. The young doctor he had purchased the photographs from had told him that sometimes he had pictures of a woman getting screwed in the asshole! Anal intercourse! God how often he had wanted to do that to Cynthia!
Dr. Sloane moved his eyes to the next picture and stared in wonder at the beautiful brunette lying on her back with widespread thighs, her hands were on each side of her glistening vaginal lips, pulling them apart to show the swollen, satiny layers of her gaping pink flesh. Beside her stood a completely naked man holding his long hard cock only inches away from her lewdly split vagina. Johnny could almost feel the warm tightness of the woman's pussy grasping his own painfully aroused penis.
Cynthia's lust-provoked husband thought these were the most lewdly posted pictures he had ever seen until his gaze fell on the next one. Oh shit! He gasped as he saw the two naked bodies entwined together in the sixty-nine position of oral sex. Lying side by side the naked man had his outstretched tongue buried in the hair-lined slit of the woman's pussy. His eager face seemed to be glued to the loins of the nakedly displayed woman.
He could also see the man's thick rigid cock completely covered by the woman's wetly ovalled mouth. Her cheeks were rounded like air-filled balloons and her eyes were closed in obvious ecstasy. Her legs were wrapped around the man's head and her fingernails were dug into his naked buttocks while obviously trying to swallow the entire white length of his huge penis deep inside her throat.
John Sloane sat with eyes widened in excitement, his mouth watering, and his breath rasping as he became deeply aroused from the salacious photographs spread out in front of him on the desk. Suddenly, he had only one thought in his head ... release! He had to have satisfaction and soon, or he'd cum all over his pants. Shit, if he could only eat pussy like that ... and let her suck him off at the same time, she'd get her kicks. But, his expression changed to a frown. No, he couldn't do it - not to his wife, anyway! Maybe ... just maybe ... a stranger. But as for Cynthia! He could look at her succulent pussy flesh and get excited, but never do it! He had been taught that it was sexually perverted, and he couldn't change the conditioning ... no matter how well-educated he was. When couples came to him for marriage and sexual counseling, he usually sent them to a specialist!
Hurriedly now, he shoved the erotic photographs into the drawer of his desk, and with a painfully throbbing cock driving him to distraction, he forgot to relock it for the first time in five years.
In the bedroom an unhappy Cynthia had fallen into a restless sleep when she heard the sound in the hallway just outside her bedroom. Jerking to wakefulness, she clicked on the bedside lamp and saw her red-faced husband slowly closing the bedroom door behind him as though sneaking into the room.
"What was that noise?" she asked.
"Oh nothing! Go back to sleep," Johnny said guiltily.
"If you'd come to bed with me, instead of staying up all night on the couch, you wouldn't be interrupting my sleep," Cynthia said petulantly as she thought, with bitterness, about him being too tired to make love, yet he could stay up half the night sleeping on the sofa. Christ, he should be rested enough by the time he got to bed to want to do it.
John Sloane undressed and climbed into bed beside his lovely brunette wife. Without a word, he nervously turned on his side and placed his hand on her soft naked breast and began a slow caressing.
With the other hand, he encircled his painfully hardened cock and began stroking it up and down. Jesus, those photographs! He was already about to cum!
Cynthia had tensed at the contact of his hot roving hand on her tingling breast and instinctively knew what he had in mind. She wanted him to make love to her, but when he came to bed late at night like this and started caressing her without even kissing her first, he never lasted. Now, she lay without moving when she felt him reach for the sheet and pull it off her naked body. The coolness of the night air from the open window seemed to increase the sensitiveness of her flesh and nerve endings. With an angry resentment, the young wife abruptly saw him lift himself up and climb in between her legs, using his knees to spread her thighs wider apart. Her eyes moved downward to where his long hard cock was sticking out from his blond pubic hair. She stared in apathy as she saw him reach down and guide the swollen purplish tip of it toward her unprepared vaginal slit.
Oh God! How she used to love him to do that to her in the beginning. But in those days she was already prepared with her hot and wetly throbbing cunt waiting for his hardened shaft of male flesh. It had been a long time since she'd felt anything for her husband's inadequate love-making. It hadn't always been that way, though, even though during the past year she had trained herself to lie quietly and unmoving while he fucked in and out of her sensitive vagina for a few seconds and then spewed his hot sticky sperm high up inside her belly. Sometimes, he left her aroused in spite of her self-control, and the dark-haired young wife couldn't get to sleep until she satisfied herself. She felt no guilt about doing it, but she did feel disgust that it was the only way she ever reached an orgasm ... at least now. How she hated him when he did make her feel some excitement and then left her hanging.
Filled with impatient desire, John Sloane was already moving his hotly throbbing penis up and down the open slit up between his wife's legs, parting her soft pussy hair and trying to get as much lubrication as he could from her unresponding cunt. Once in position, he pushed into her, feeling her tight vaginal passage gripping his lust-thickened shaft as it slid up into her belly. He could feel little muscular tremors throughout her warmly clasping pussy, quiverings that she was desperately trying to control. Shit, he thought angrily, it's just like fucking a goddamned corpse.
Too excited now to care whether she enjoyed it or not, the doctor began a rapid fucking in and out of her hot little passage with brutally hard strokes that jolted her entire body. Once again he would satisfy himself and to hell with her.
Spurred on by his uncontrollable hunger, the older husband rammed into his wife with hard inconsiderate force. He could feel the relentless build-up of pressure in his sperm-laden balls and knew he was incapable of holding back his ejaculation ... even if Cynthia had been enjoying it.
John felt his throbbing cock-head suddenly grow and then it was jerking wildly deep up inside her tightly ensheathing cunt, spewing out spurt after spurt of white-hot semen. It filled her vaginal cavity and flowed in a cloudy silver stream down past her little brown anal ring, across her nakedly rounded buttocks and dripped lewdly on the clean white sheet beneath her.
Cynthia willed herself to feel nothing, but her love-starved young body had already betrayed her tonight. And then, just as she felt the first tremulous ecstasy rippling in warm waves of pleasure throughout her loins, her husband's explosion had hit her, leaving her aching vagina pleading for satisfaction. Bitterly, she knew that it had happened again ... as it always did. The second she responded to his thrusts, he climaxed.
Now, as she felt the hot burning cum filling her taut little belly, she moaned, "Oh no ... Please ... not yet..." but even as she spoke, Johnny was rolling over onto his back to lie breathing heavily in satisfaction beside her. It seemed only seconds before he was snoring.
"Oh God! I can't ... I can't go on like this. It's pure torture," she whispered to herself, feeling the unwanted tears filling her eyes. Cynthia turned to say something, forgetting that he was already asleep, and she saw his wetly deflated cock lying across his leg. Staring in revulsion at the drops of seminal fluid dripping from the tiny slit at the tip of his soft penis, the aroused young wife knew that if she didn't do something soon, she'd leave her husband. She thought of a lover, but was filled with fear and shame as she remembered an incident six months ago when she'd first attempted to escape the boredom trap, but had jumped from the skillet into the fire, so to speak.
That day, she'd just finished shopping for a new outfit and was on the street opening the door to her car when she heard a male voice calling her name, "Cyn ... Cynthia Brent." She had been pleasantly surprised to see Stan Rogers, an old boyfriend from high school days. He was waving to her from a moving car. A shiver of wantonness shot through her as she heard him use her maiden name.
Standing by her car while she watched Stan park nearby, she recalled the wonderful days of being the steady girlfriend of the school's most famous football star. Many times they'd come close to going too far with their heavy petting, but she'd always stopped him just in time. Several times, he'd cum all over her hand as she stroked his erection rather than let him penetrate her vagina with his hotly throbbing penis. Then, later, he'd moved away to another city with his parents, and she'd never seen him since.
With the same old grin splitting his face, she saw him running toward her and then he was hugging her and kissing her all over her face. Holding her at arms length, Stan said, "Hey, I thought you'd died or something. What happened to you?"
"I got married," she smiled weakly.
"No! You couldn't! Well, I didn't," he sighed. "And you know why."
"No, I can't imagine you not being married."
"Because I was in love with you, and I guess I still am," he said. "You ruined me for other women."
With his arm protectively around her shoulders, Stan led her away from the car toward his, saying, "Come on. Let's have a drink together. I'm checked in at the Park House Hotel. We can talk there about old times."
Caught up in the excitement of the moment, Cynthia ignored the warning signals in her mind and, without thinking, she let herself be led to his car. She sat close to him as he drove to his hotel about five blocks away. The love-starved brunette abruptly felt desirable once again ... and young ... and gay! She knew it was wrong for a married woman to go to a bar with a strange man, but she'd never had much luck resisting Stan when they were young and besides, it was harmless fun.
Laughing together, they got out of his car and entered the hotel lobby. Cynthia willingly followed him. As they entered the cocktail lounge, he nuzzled her neck and whispered, "Why screw around here in the bar. Let's go upstairs. I'd like to get you in the sack."
"Stan, you're crazy," she said nervously as she pulled away.
"I bet you're really something in bed," he chuckled.
"I'm not so sure. Johnny doesn't seem to think so," she said, her lip curling in disgust.
"Johnny? Who the hell is Johnny?"
"He's my husband. Dr. Johnny Sloane, friend of the sick and needy. Friend of all ... except his wife," she sighed and became quiet.
"Forget the doctor. I'd rather talk about Mrs. Sloane," he grinned as he led her to the bar.
They ordered scotch, and three drinks later he was still talking about their 'school days' and their popularity as a couple. As she sipped the freshly poured fourth drink, Cynthia realized that she was getting a little drunk, but it felt so good to be with someone who thought she was exciting and beautiful for a change.
As he gently pecked at her ear with his nibbling mouth, Cynthia heard Stan saying, "Remember lover's lane? That night when we came so close ... I really wanted to fuck you ... and still do ... "
Cynthia blushed and choked, "No ... Stan ... you shouldn't talk like that to me. I'm a married woman."
"I remember dimming all over your hand," he chuckled. "I was some clod in those days. But, you were a goddamned tease back then."
"I ... I'd forgotten," the young brunette wife responded as she felt a forbidden hunger boiling up from her loins as she listened to his lewd words. Oh God, it was so wrong for her to be here! It would be an embarrassment for Johnny if anyone saw her, but at the same time she felt a warm moisture dampening her nylon panties, and she ground her thighs together to ease the lustful tingling in her vagina. She heard all the little warning sounds and knew that she was drinking too much, but she turned them all off and continued sitting on the bar stool, drinking. She was enjoying the admiration of a man for the First time in many months. And the more inebriated she became, the less she worried about what she was doing.
"It was fun in those days," Stan said, resting his hand on her upper thigh and applying a slight suggestive pressure with his fingers.
"Stan, I'd forgotten that I can have fun," she sighed, feeling giddy, youthful, and suddenly carefree.
"We can relax and have more fun in my room," he said cautiously. He almost had her hooked and didn't want to spoil it. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Of course," she said, knowing that she should say no and go home before something happened... something irreversible. But, the bitter-sweet caresses of the handsome man beside her, and her hungry need for attention made it impossible for her to refuse his offer. Her already aroused body was in control and she actually wanted Stan to make a pass at her ... make love to her and satisfy the hollow cravings of her trembling loins. Quickly then, before she could change her mind, she picked up her purse and said, "Let's go."
Stan continued to hold her and boldly caress her shoulder and hips as they rode the elevator up to the third floor, and the tantalizing quivers of undeniable lust grew inside her until she wanted more ... more ... and more.
"I've wanted to fuck you for too long," Stan whispered as the elevator stopped and he held the door open for her. "It's difficult to control myself."
She smiled warmly up at him as they went down the long hallway toward his room. Suddenly, Cynthia knew she wouldn't be able to go through with it, even though she was starving for affection. Oh God! It was adultery. Stan was practically a stranger to her. It wasn't right. Even her alcohol-sodden brain could still interpret that. "Stan, I won't let you ... make love to me," she stammered drunkenly, even though she knew that she wanted it to happen, and it would happen if she entered his hotel room.
"Can't we just have a drink then?" he asked.
She wavered as she saw the disappointment in his face and then, with a deep sigh, followed him into the room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Cynthia's ex-boyfriend took her in his arms and lewdly caressed her dress covered breasts. She made a token effort to stop him, but then, feeling the hungry desire welling up in her loins, she was unable to control her shameless response to his lust-provoking caresses.
Stan kissed her passionately, forcefully crushing his mouth against her wetly parted lips. He drew her tongue up into his mouth, sucking on it as she thrust it forward into the deep wetness of his throat. She moaned with an uncontrollable greed as the fever of forbidden desire surged through her fire-filled cunt. When he slid his hand up under her skirt, sending tiny licking flames surging throughout her love-starved body, the young brunette wife simply moaned and pressed more tightly against his muscular body.
Ripples of wanton anticipation raced through her sensually tingling nipples as she felt his right hand slip inside her panties and begin teasing at the already erect nub of her clitoris. His kisses were like fire branding her lips, and Cynthia knew with a gasp of pleasure that she would let him do anything he wanted, just to be free of the intolerable heat growing up between her trembling thighs.
Easing his hand from her wetly heated slit, the ex-football star from high-school days gasped, "Take off your clothes so I can see that beautiful bod of yours.'"
Through the alcoholic vapors swirling through her brain, the full realization of the unforgivable thing she was doing hit home and the dark-haired wife stared at the strange man in front of her. Oh God, she thought, I've got to get out of here before it's too late! The only problem was that she couldn't move. The thought of his long hard penis up inside her hungrily throbbing vagina held her frozen to the spot. Numbly, she staggered to the sofa and sat down.
"Whe-where's that drink you offered me," she stammered.
"In a second," Stan said, already unfastening his shirt to take it off. "First, though, take your clothes off."
She watched him strip his shirt off his shoulders and neatly lay it on the chair. And then, she gasped with disbelief as she saw him reach down and unzip his pants, unbutton the button at the waistband and drop them to the floor. Slowly, as if in slow motion, she saw him shove his jockey shorts down releasing the rock-hard shaft of his pulsating penis. It sprang forth like a catapult, standing straight up against his lower belly.
"Oh God, what are you doing?" she quaked, her trembling legs unable to hold her in an upright position as she struggled to stand, then falling back on the sofa she stared at his thick rigid cock as he moved toward her.
"No... no! Keep away from me! I want to go home."
"Get your goddamned clothes off... now," the angry lust-filled young man rasped. "You're still a fucking cock-tease ... after all these years. Haven't changed a bit." Suddenly, a man gone mad, he grabbed the front of her dress and tore it down the front, ripping it from her fearfully trembling body and tossing it to the floor. Roughly then, he pulled the struggling brunette across the room and threw her down on the bed. No sooner had she hit the bed, than he began tearing her brassiere and panties off like a maddened animal.
Cynthia fought him as she cried out in sudden fear, "No ... no ... please ... don't ..." But her words went unheeded, and the ex-football player was too strong for her to fight her way out of her dilemma. His look of uncontrollable desire as he stared down into her fear-contorted face silenced any further pleas.
Gruffly shoving her legs apart, he rammed forward with his hips, burying his lust-thickened cock to the hilt in her wetly clasping pussy. "Aaaagghhhhhh!" she screamed.
And then, in total dejection, she suffered the vicious subjugation of her violently trembling body. It didn't last long. He climaxed after seconds of sadistic penetration, leaving her in worse mental condition than her husband usually did.
Left with a tortured body and soul, Cynthia knew her body would heal itself but the bruises would remain in her mind forever. Afterwards, standing by the rumpled bed in the hotel room, she felt his vile semen flowing down her trembling thighs from her ravaged vagina and blindly let him cover her naked body with a coat and lead her to the service elevator, out the back door to the garage, and then, drive her home. He left her without a word of apology or regret. Only when she saw the car back out of the driveway and disappear down the street did she relax. And with a wounded animal-like cry, she slammed the door and ran down the hallway to the bathroom.
Quickly she tossed the strange coat into the trash basket and turned the shower on full force. While she scrubbed her skin raw trying to rid herself of the feel of her rapist-friend, she promised herself to never allow a man to touch her again ... never! They could all go to hell as far as she was concerned ... including Johnny. Yes, even her husband, goddamn him! If all he could do was act like a jackrabbit ... "slam-bang-thank you-mam!"
No man would ever make her give of herself again. She'd never respond to them ... never seek one out... none!
Bitterly, now, lying in bed by her sleeping husband, Cynthia remembered that promise and felt the fire of unsatisfied hunger glowing in her vagina. She knew it was going to be hard to keep away from men if Johnny insisted on his nightly escapades.
There was so much brutality in the world the physical sadism used by her rapist ex-boyfriend, and the mental torture like her husband heaped upon her mind every day of her life. At that moment, she accepted the fact that her middle-aged husband was no longer virile, and that from now on she would have to live in a sexless hell. She might be lonely and hungry for love, but she didn't have to be degraded ... used as just a receptacle for male sperm.
But it didn't stop the self-pity from enveloping her as she tossed and turned, seeking the oblivion of sleep. Suddenly she groaned and sat up in bed. Oh God! Tomorrow was the day her brat of a nephew was coining to stay with her for the summer. Now it was going to be an additional burden of having a snotty-nosed kid around all the time. Cora, her older sister's, telephone call had been almost a command, not a request. She was going to Europe and needed a place for Jack to stay while she was away. But of course, Cynthia always had done what her sister said, after all, Cora was sixteen years old when Cynthia had been born.
Cynthia finally fell into a fitful sleep and the next morning when she awoke, she found herself alone and with a violent headache. Johnny had gone to work without waking her, probably knowing that she would be cross. Another migraine had hit her, and the only way she could survive was to take the pills that Johnny had brought home to her. Sure, it was dope, but who the hell cared? Bitterness against her husband welled up and choked her. How she hated him! She stared into the wall mirror and was shocked at the distorted look on her face. She was actually beginning to look like a witch! A horribly, mean-tempered shrew. Slowly, she relaxed her facial muscles and closed her eyes in humility. If she continued to feel such hate for Johnny, she would soon become a screaming bitch unfit for anything ... or anyone.
CHAPTER TWO
Cynthia arrived at the airport a few minutes before her nephew's plane was due. She tapped her foot as she stood impatiently remembering the last time she'd seen the only child of her older sister. He was probably still the stupid little blond brat he'd been at ten. Spoiled rotten by doting parents, he had expected to get his way with Cynthia who was only eight years older. She hated him always tagging along with her, everywhere she went. It was one thing to be worshipped, but not when it was a ten year old nephew who really put a crunch on social activities.
But, Cynthia had no idea that a great many changes had occurred in her nephew. She had no way of knowing how excited Jack was about his visit with the young aunt he'd never forgotten. He was a little frightened and unsure of how Cynthia would feel about him because his mother had demanded that Jack stay with his aunt during the summer. The plane ride had been long and boring, but the teenager had been far too anxious to relax and sleep. As the time slipped past, he became more and more excited at the prospect of staying so near the beach all summer and being with someone young. Ever since his mother and father had gotten older, they were different. He couldn't do anything right.
He leaned his head back against the seat, sighed, and daydreamed about the bikini-clad girls he would see on the beach. He'd never had a girl, steady that is, and it made him blush to even think about them, but they did excite him. Slowly he turned toward the seat across the aisle from him and his attention was drawn to the older boy and girl sitting so close together. It took a second for the scene to register. And then, he gasped when he realized that the youth had his hand boldly inside the girl's blouse and was lewdly caressing her naked breast. Her eyes were closed and her lips were drawn back in an expression of lewd delight. His heart began to pound and he continued to stare as he saw her pull the man's mouth down to hers; they kissed long and hard while his hand continued the indecent caressing of her youthfully upthrust breast.
Jack could see the evident bulge in the young man's pants and knew he had an erection, but it was even more salaciously exciting when he saw the girl take her mouth away and brazenly lower her head, face down, over the boy's bulging penis. Jack was deeply embarrassed, yet hypnotized into immobility as he saw the girl's fingers impatiently pulling down the zipper and reach inside the opening. The youth removed his hand from the girl's blouse to place his coat over the girl's shoulders and head. Jack quickly averted his eyes as the older boy started to turn toward him.
Even though Jack's eyes were closed as he pretended sleep, he could still see the mental image of the beautiful young girl's face on the boy's lap. The sudden moan of hunger and soft sucking sound over the muted drone of the planes engines made him feel faint, and he tremblingly gripped the arm of his seat as his own arousal hit him like a sledge hammer blow in the pit of his belly.
Oh shit! Jack thought. I knew it!! She's gonna suck his cock! As he listened, he heard the salacious sound of a wet mouth sliding up and down on the young man's penis. He'd only heard boys talking about the lascivious act, but he could just imagine what it would feel like. By now, Jack had become so aroused that he spread his own sweater over his painfully hardened cock, trying to hide the telltale bulge from the passenger sitting beside him. Although Jack was smaller than average for his age and had been slow to sexually mature, he had normal male feelings and there was nothing wrong with his youthfully slender cock. It was just that he didn't have the necessary courage to start playing around with girls. The only sexual stimulation he'd ever experienced was from masturbation, and he did that with a certain amount of guilt.
A loud groan escaping the young man's throat from across the aisle caused Jack to automatically look toward the sound. Momentarily, their eyes locked and the young man grinned at him in comradeship, and then immediately closed his eyes in rapture. Within seconds, out of the corner of his averted eye, Jack could see the spasms of climax hit the young man, and choking back his own moans of painful arousal, he lay his head on the back of the airplane seat and closed his eyes.
It was not until he heard the stewardess speaking that he realized that the plane was landing. The couple in the seat across the aisle began moving about as though getting ready to unload, but he kept his eyes averted. His face was flaming with embarrassment, full of the knowledge that the young man had seen him looking.
When they taxied to the terminal and stopped, Jack practically bolted from the plane in order to get away from the knowing grin of the other boy.
As Jack walked into the waiting lounge, he wondered if he would even recognize his Aunt Cynthia. It had been five years since he'd seen her, and he couldn't remember exactly how she looked, only that he had been in love with her when he was thirteen ... and she had been a beautiful woman then! With his bag banging against his leg, the youth looked around the lounge. A moment later his eyes lit on the approaching brunette and he wondered if that could be Cynthia.
And then as she came closer, his face split with a grin of recognition and he hurried toward her.
"Jack! Jackie, is that really you?" Cynthia gasped in stunned surprise as she reached out and hugged the handsome teenager to her body. "Well, well! Little nephew has changed!" Then, impulsively, she kissed him full on the lips, causing Jack to jerk back in surprise.
"Hi ... Hi, Aunt Cyn," he stammered, a full blush returning to his face. Due to his earlier excitement, her passionate kiss had rekindled his already excited penis and it immediately jerked into another painful erection. Cynthia was more beautiful than he'd remembered. The sensuality she exuded her curvaceous waist and rounded hips, and ... and her firmly upthrust breasts were a new awareness for the young boy. He couldn't remember feeling anything like this about her five years ago. Jesus! She was sexy! Feeling completely foolish, he let Cynthia lead him out of the lounge while he continued holding the bag in front of him, awkwardly trying to conceal his bulging crotch.
As they moved through the crowd toward the baggage counter, Cynthia was excited and she tried hard not to giggle. It was so obvious that Jack was carrying his bag in front of him because he had an erection. She had thought she'd be taking care of an impossible little brat, but this was completely different. At first, she was almost stunned when she caught sight of the boy's bulging trousers, but then she hid the smile that threatened to envelop her face and wondered what had instigated it. Could it have been her kiss! No! Must have been some young girl on the plane.
She grinned to herself and was shocked at her lewd thoughts, but equally confused by the sudden twinge in her already moistly tingling vagina. Abruptly she was shaken by the knowledge that the handsome young blond teenager was sexually exciting to her.
For the first time since the telephone call from her sister, Cynthia realized that Jack was a man ... a young man ... but nevertheless a virile, young man! Her thoughts suddenly went wild and she wondered what it would be like to have a teenaged lover. It was then that she discovered her heart was hammering and her knees strangely weakened.
"Here we are, honey," she said as they arrived at the baggage counter. "Do you need help?"
"No ... ah ... no, I can carry both. I only checked one suitcase," he stammered as he shifted the hand bag to one side and picked up a blue bag.
Cynthia surreptitiously let her eyes fall as Jack came toward her, and the young brunette wife felt an immediate surge of disappointment when she saw that the telltale bulge was no longer evident. But, her young nephew didn't fail to see her lingering look and his face flamed again in embarrassment. Jesus! She had seen it! She must think he was some kind of a nut or something, walking around all the time with a hard-on.
Jack was quiet and seemed extremely nervous and he sat as close to the edge of the seat as possible as Cynthia drove out of the terminal parking lot. Suddenly, she felt guilty, knowing that she had added to the handsome teenager's discomfort. Now, trying to put him at ease, she asked, "How's your Mom and Dad?"
"Aw, they're fine. I'm glad they didn't want me to go to Europe with them. They only like each other anyway."
"You don't mean that," Cynthia said quickly. "They love you."
"That's what you think. They used to ... when I was an infant. Now, they just put up with me," he sighed with bitterness.
"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "You mustn't say things like that."
"Anyway," the youth added in an obvious attempt to get off the subject, "Mom said to give you her love, and say thanks." Jack nervously looked at his curvaceous aunt out of the corner of his eyes and trembled slightly as he saw her sleek nylon encased legs below the hem of her short skirt. He was completely disoriented by his excitement as he studied her lushly ripened body. Man, she was really something! Disturbed by the sexual feeling he felt about his aunt, he turned and stared out of the window, becoming silent again.
"Do you have many girl friends, Jack?" she asked, then turned back to the wheel as he blushed. "I mean a handsome man like you ... they ought to be crawling all over you."
"Nan, I haven't any girls. And I'm not really a man yet, Aunt Cyn." He sounded so forlorn that Cynthia's heart went out to him.
"Come on now, you can't kid me. I bet you drive them nuts," she said warmly, then surreptitiously glanced down at his lap and saw that his erection had returned to haunt him. She swallowed and her voice was husky as she added, "I bet you can handle them too ... all of them."
" 'Fraid you got me wrong, Cyn, girls don't like me anymore than Mom and Dad," he stammered. In his mind that was a true statement. He was shy and it was difficult for him to make friends. That was the biggest problem he had with his parents. They wanted him to play football and be one of the gang, but he'd rather stay in his room and read. It drove them up the walls. But, he didn't want to tell his aunt that. Momentarily, he wondered if she would be different and let him do what he wanted to do without yelling at him.
"You do have a problem, young man," Cynthia commented, "You've got to have more confidence in yourself."
"Cyn, really ... I never had any luck with girls," he stuttered, feeling his inadequacy. "I ... I ... oh, what the hell."
A wave of compassion washed over the beautiful young wife as she realized that Jack was telling her the truth. He did think he was disliked, did feel horribly inadequate. God! How could he possibly feel he wasn't handsome. Well, she'd build up his ego during the next few weeks. And maybe her own, too. Cynthia nodded and whispered, "That's all right, honey, don't you worry about it. You and I have each other." Then, leaving him to his own thoughts, she drove the rest of the way in silence, her own consciousness wandering aimlessly in thought and realized that they were both lonely and unhappy. Oh God! They needed each other.
But then, her earlier thoughts of a teenage lover returned, and she tensed at the sudden idea of Jack being that lover. There would be nothing brutal about his virile young penis and she could teach him to satisfy her. Feeling the moisture welling up again inside her hotly throbbing vagina, she shook herself out of her reverie and heard a stern warning in her head. Forget it! He's your nephew! They have a name for that! It's called INCEST!
They were both silent, lost in their own thoughts, when Cynthia drove into the driveway. She switched off the ignition then grinned, "Here we are. Home."
The handsome teenager jumped out of the car, got his bags from the trunk and followed Cynthia into the house. Jack, who had been traveling for hours, was tired and just wanted to take a shower, but he wasn't too tired to appreciate his aunt's seductively swaying hips as he followed her down the hallway to the guest room.
Cynthia swung open the bedroom door, and said, "If you need anything, just yell. I'll let you get cleaned up."
She turned to leave, but then impulsively reached out and hugged him tightly again, pressing him into the resiliency of her soft fleshy breasts. "Welcome to the house," she said, then kissed him lightly on the mouth. With a smile, she moved down the hallway away from him, leaving him too stunned to move.
Finally, he shook himself and quickly closed the door behind him. Whew, that was close! If she had come into the room with him, she'd have seen his renewed erection. Jesus! Her tits were so soft and inviting ... her smell ... and ... oh man! She was something else. He'd always loved her more than anyone, but not like this! The teenager knew he would have to stay far enough away from her in the future so she couldn't touch him ... or else!
Cynthia went to the kitchen smiling thoughtfully as she began to prepare dinner. As usual, Johnny would be late but this time she was happy. She would have Jack all to herself and get re-acquainted with him. He'd probably want to go to bed early, but tomorrow was another day. What a nice thing to have happen when she was on the verge of insanity. Maybe he was the answer to her silent prayers! He, at least, got excited when she kissed him ... so ... he thought she was sexy anyway. Shaking her head in amusement at her incestuous thoughts, she went to the cabinet and picked up the bottle of brandy she'd hidden from her husband. She poured a stiff shot and downed it quickly in the secretive manner she'd been drinking lately, then washed the glass and put it away again. God, now she was even hiding her brandy drinking from her husband. Well, anybody would hide a bottle if they had to put up with Dr. John Sloane's yapping about her becoming an alcoholic.
The warm amber liquid left a euphoric trail of satisfaction all the way to her stomach, and she felt much better about the lewdness of her thoughts. She had just started to set the table when she heard her nephew coming down the hallway.
"I feel a lot better now," he said as he entered the kitchen and flopped down in a chair.
"I bet you're hungry."
"Sure am! I could eat just about anything," he answered, then blushed and looked away.
"We'll eat in five minutes. Oh, I'm so glad you're here, Jack!" Without thinking, she put her arms around the boy's shoulders and squeezed him tightly. Immediately she felt the turbulent emotions coursing through her trembling body again, followed by another mental warning that it was wrong.
"Uh ... what about Uncle Johnny?" Jack stammered, as he tried to pull away from Cynthia's torrid embrace, "Aren't we going to wait for him?"
"Are you kidding? He never gets home for dinner. The only way he eats at this house is on the couch in front of the television," she snapped angrily. Then, seeing the concerned look on her young nephew's face, she lowered her voice and smiled. "Don't worry, honey, he likes it that way."
Later, over dinner, Cynthia asked the youth about the trip that his mother and dad were taking. As the conversation became more relaxed, they began discussing his plans for the future. Just as she served the dessert, Cynthia heard the front door open and knew that her husband was home ... early, for a change. She felt a wave of bitterness; he wasn't curious about her, but he was about Jack!
"You made it, youngster," Doctor Sloane said as he walked across the kitchen and stuck his hand out to shake the boy's outstretched hand.
"Hi, Uncle Johnny," Jack fidgeted, trying to stand up from the chair.
"Don't get up. Where's my plate, Cynthia?" he asked looking around the table.
"I'll get one. Go ahead and sit down," she said, getting up. "I didn't think you'd be home so early."
Cynthia set a plate in front of her husband and then sat down again in her own chair. The conversation ceased as the older man immediately began to eat, never lifting his eyes from his plate. The young wife stared at the older man through slitted eyes and knew that she felt as much pity for him as she did hate. God, he worked so hard and was really a good man, it was just ... just that she needed more out of life than what she had. Loneliness did strange things to people.
John finished his meal, stood up from his chair, and said to the youth, "Want to watch television with me while Cynthia cleans up the kitchen?"
Jack looked at his aunt wondering if she wanted him to help like his mother always did, but she was already walking toward the sink, so he followed his uncle to the living room. It was a boring show, he thought, and after five minutes he was fighting sleep.
Meanwhile, Cynthia finished with the dishes and, before leaving the sink, reached up into the cupboard again and took another two ounces of brandy. The alcohol felt warm and she began to relax for the ordeal of watching television.
When the unhappy young wife walked into the room where the two males were, she hesitated before sitting down. If her nephew would only go to bed, then she could, too. Reluctantly she sat down, and then felt suddenly woozy from the brandy she'd drank in the kitchen. She was tired but strangely excited, and would be happy to sit and watch the stupid television if she and Jack were alone. She stared across the room at her young nephew and smiled as she saw his eyes closing and head nodding in near sleep. She felt so carefree that she threw her legs across the chair arm and lay back in a position where her long slender legs were slightly parted, showing the white nylon crotchband of her panties.
"Jack, can I get you something?" she asked, her eyes closed as she lay back completely relaxed, unaware of her obscene position.
The teenage boy jerked awake and turned toward his aunt to reply in the negative, but only a croak escaped his lips. The jolt of salacious lust that slammed into his groin almost made him jump up and run for the bedroom. His beautiful aunt was sitting with her legs spraddled apart and he could see ... see ... almost everything! A strand of her black pussy hair was even peeking out around the edge of her panty legband. Jesus! She couldn't know that she was exposing herself. Quickly, then he averted his eyes and said, "No ... no, thank you." He tried to keep from looking toward Cynthia, but his eyes had a mind of their own and they looked directly at the mouth-watering sight.
Cynthia opened her eyes and caught sight of his shocked face, and her glance dropped to her widespread knees. When she stared at his trembling hands and blushing expression, she knew he had been staring up her dress. Her face split with an amused grin as she realized he was embarrassed, and she slowly and sensually crossed her legs, then smiled seductively at him through half-lowered eyes.
"I'm pretty tired and sleepy, Aunt Cyn ... Uncle Johnny. I think I'd better go to bed," he stammered. Jesus Christ! This had been some day! First the girl sucking cock on the plane and now Cynthia's beautiful little pussy perched up there only six feet away! It was almost as if there were a conspiracy against him ... he had another hard-on and was confused and angry with himself for allowing it to happen, but mainly because he knew he was acting like a dumb jerk.
Within moments after the boy left the room, the older man yawned, stood up and said, "I'm going, too. I had a tiring day. Six operations, a new baby, and so many patients that I lost track of them."
"So what?" Cynthia snarled. She didn't care! She was tired, too! But suddenly, she realized that she was a long way from sleep. If she went to bed with her husband, she'd only toss and turn. Maybe she'd just sleep on the sofa tonight. And then, turning off the television, she dropped down on the couch, letting her thoughts run free. Her beautiful nephew in the guest room! No more lonely days and evenings! And maybe, just maybe ... no more lonely evenings! The hungry desire that filled her love-starved body returned once more and centered on her nephew. The rampant confusion in her mind and the sensation of her wetly throbbing vagina disturbed her, leaving her just on the verge of deep sleep ... filling her with fleeting dreams ... dreams of her and Jack ... together ... in bed ... caressing each other ... She could almost feel his long slender penis slowly sliding up into her warmly welcoming cunt ...
Suddenly Cynthia jumped up from the sofa, her tortured face a mask of suffering as she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the loud groan that escaped her lust-tightened throat. Oh God! She had to stop this madness! Jack had been with her only a few hours, and she was already lewdly dreaming of his youthful body! It was wrong! Incest! The worst crime of all! She had to stop ... now! She rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the brandy bottle, and with shaking hands, filled the water glass to the halfway mark. So what if she passed out in a drunken stupor; at least it would be sleep!
Thirty minutes later, feeling better, she turned off all the lights and swayed down the hallway, drunkenly shushing herself so as not to wake the sleeping man. But as she passed the guest room, she saw the door was slightly cracked. On impulse, grinning to herself, she silently pushed the door open and stepped across the room to the bed.
Jack was asleep, uncovered and wearing only a pair of boxer pajama bottoms. The young aunt could clearly see the outline of his virile young penis and testicles beneath the thin material. The glow of the street light just outside his window transformed him into a sleeping god. Her eyes traveled the full length of his youthful body, and she trembled as a tide of forbidden desire overwhelmed her. She could actually see the tip of his virile shaft beneath the leg of the loose pajamas. She moaned deep in her throat, fighting to control the lascivious urge to reach down and touch the mushroom shaped cock-head. Wave after wave of hot quivering excitement rippled inside her vagina as she stood gazing in wonder at her innocent teenage nephew. Never before had she felt such wanton lust, such hunger!
Suddenly, as though she had no control of her drunken actions, the shamelessly aroused young wife reached up and began caressing her blouse-covered breasts. Perspiration covered her body in a fine film as she felt the hotly pulsating contractions of her already flowing vagina. Uncontrollably, her hands began to slide down her writhing body as she swayed in lewd hunger beside the bed of her sleeping nephew.
Oh God! She had to have satisfaction from her painful need, and there was only one way to get it. She had no one but herself! Quickly she reached down and lifted the bottom of her skirt and pushed her bikini panties down her long slender thighs and stepped out of them when they dropped to the floor. With one hand holding the bunched up skirt around her slender waist, she used the other one to spread the lust-engorged lips of her vagina and, using her outstretched middle finger, began rubbing her fevered pussy lips, moaning softly as her clitoris responded and slowly came erect.
And then, shuffling closer to the bed, she fingered her tortured vaginal slit which was now only inches away from the boy's loins. If only she could rub it just once against his beautiful young penis! If only she could have his male flesh throbbing up inside her desire-tautened belly!
Lewd moans of pleasure escaped Cynthia's lips as she rubbed her finger back and forth through her moistly heated slit, desperately seeking that illusive release. Oh God! She needed more! With a gasp, she tucked her skirt up in the waistband and dropped her left hand also to her widely split vagina. Using thumb and fingers, she spread her wetly throbbing cuntal lips even further and with the right hand continued to slush back and forth through the slickened furrow of her cunt. This position gave her access to her painfully erected clitoris, and she tweaked at it, rubbing it for more friction until it was too sensitive to touch. The wild hunger invading her wantonly writhing body, the amount of brandy she'd consumed, all acted to erase any warnings that tried to penetrate her brain. At this moment she was in a world far away from reality.
Suddenly, a loud uncontrollable groan erupted from her throat, and she quieted for a moment, her wet slippery fingers stilled as they pressed against her lewdly displayed cunt. She stared down at the sleeping youth, afraid he was going to awaken, but he only turned over and settled into rhythmic breathing again. She would have to be more quiet, she told herself, but she couldn't stop ... not now! Secretly, she didn't care if he did wake up and see her. And in her drunken, lust-perverted mind, she believed that he would take her in his arms and make love to her.
Her hungry sexual desire completely out of control, she rubbed harder and harder. Lost in clouds of obscene incestuous wishes, she dropped her fingers lower - forcing three of them deep inside her tight little hole - and imagined that it was Jack's youthful cock fucking in and out of her quaking vaginal passage. The sucking sound of her warm pussy flesh closing around the outstretched fingers of her right hand was loud and strange, but Cynthia was past hearing anything.
Caught up in a tortured frenzy of hot hungry lust, she moved closer and spread her knees even wider as she moaned in abandoned lust and ecstasy. Her knees pressed into the side of the mattress; her body heaved and jerked in time to her runaway fingers, and her lust-glazed eyes slitted in erotic madness as she stared down at the sleeping boy. Her imagination went wild! In her mind's eye, she could feel Jack's long beautiful penis sliding through the hot satiny flesh of her vagina. As she felt the first deep twinges of pleasure hit her trembling belly, she knew she was going to cum. Swaying drunkenly, the brunette ground deeper up into her wide-split pussy with three fingers, and as the orgasmic convulsions hit her, she began to shake uncontrollably and exploded into a moaning mass of mind-bending satisfaction.
Finally, Cynthia's writhings and convulsions ceased, and she collapsed to the floor beside her young nephew's bed. Trying to catch her breath and settle her trembling body, she felt a weakness descend on her, and she wanted to go to sleep. But something niggled her brain, warning her it would be disastrous to stay in the boy's room any longer. A moment later, she wearily struggled to her feet and picked up her crumpled white panties. Quietly, she found her way through the darkened hallway to the soft relaxing bed where she fell asleep beside her already snoring husband.
CHAPTER THREE
Cynthia lay in bed the following morning filled with a strange contentment and a breathless feeling of anticipation. She stretched like a big lazy cat and sighed as she opened her eyes to see the sun streaming in through her bedroom window. Johnny had gone to the hospital again without waking her ,,r]. So why wasn't she unhappy the way she usually was? The young wife thought about it for a moment.
Suddenly, the answer hit her full force. Her nephew had arrived yesterday, and she had done that awful thing by his bed last night. Whewww! She had to stop drinking so much brandy. Maybe Johnny was right ... she was becoming an alcoholic! What if Jack had opened his eyes and saw her standing by his bed lewdly fucking her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy? The poor innocent boy would have been scared out of his wits ... thinking she was insane! Filled with an acid bitterness against her husband who had driven her to commit that awful obscenity, Cynthia put aside all self-recriminations. She sighed as she remembered the powerful orgasm that she'd experienced last night. The forbidden act she'd committed inside her teenage nephew's bed had left her with a lewd joy ... and deep satisfaction.
Jack had been so sound asleep that he must've been exhausted both mentally and physically. But he was probably awake now. After all, it was after ten o'clock. Cynthia pushed back the sheet, and her mouth fell open in dismay. She had gone to bed with all her clothes on ... except the white nylon panties she'd removed in the guest room. Well, she'd have to be careful of that! Undoubtedly, John had seen her this morning, and now he'd be giving her hell tonight for going to bed dead drunk.
The dark-haired girl crawled out of bed and stripped the wrinkled clothes from her body to stand completely naked in front of the full length mirror. Not bad for an Auntie! And then, grinning impishly, she reached into the closet and brought out a revealing chiffon negligee. Her husband never had time to appreciate it, so why not try it out on Jack? It was skin tight around the hips and buttocks, with a neckline in front that plunged to the waist and a brassiere top that lifted her youthfully upthrust breasts even higher, with half of the melon-like mounds spilling out of the gown. Smiling in satisfaction at her seductive image, she breathlessly walked down the hallway to the kitchen to start breakfast. She would have a cup of coffee in her hand when she went to the guest room to greet her young nephew. She would make every effort to seem natural and give him a good look at what she had to offer a man.
While the coffee was percolating, Cynthia looked around for a cigarette, but there were none in the kitchen. She stepped down the hall to her husband's den and saw a pack of Silva Thins lying on the desk. With the cigarettes clutched in her hand, she turned to go, and her eye caught the slightly open drawer of the desk. The young wife frowned. That was the drawer that Johnny kept locked all the time! She had wondered about it at first, but then decided that her husband had papers or patient's records that he wanted to keep secret, so she gradually forgot about it. Besides, this was the doctor's private haven away from everything, and she only came in to make sure it was clean.
Now, curiosity got the best of Cynthia, and she pulled the drawer open all the way. Frowning, she saw several photographs lying on top of the long brown envelopes, and she leaned over to see them better. A shocked gasp escaped her throat as the lewd scenes seared themselves like a branding iron into her brain.
"Oh my God," she whispered to herself. "I don't believe it ... I just don't believe it! Not Johnny! Not the very proper, uptight and always too-tired Doctor Sloane!"
But it was true! There was the evidence in front of her, and her husband was the only one who used the desk. At first Cynthia was repulsed at the lewd poses of the nakedly entwined men and women, but as she continued to study the obscenity she became fascinated with the obscene detail of the full color photographs. But the most exciting part of all was that Johnny was more human than she'd expected. He must get his kicks from pornographic pictures. When she began to tremble so hard that her hands shook, she realized that she, too, was becoming shamelessly excited by the images of other people fucking and performing oral sex with each other! Quickly, as if she were being watched, she threw them back inside the drawer and quietly closed it just the way it had been before she entered the room.
It was only when she was standing in the hallway by the door to the study that she began to wonder what her handsome nephew would think about them ... if he would react the same way she did. It wouldn't hurt to put a little excitement into his life and tease him a bit. Turning back before she lost her nerve, she took out two of the most revealing pictures and put them in a book lying on the desk. She would suggest that Jack get something to read from the den, and he couldn't possibly miss seeing the book. The second he opened the book, he'd spot them. With a conspiratorial grin, she lit a cigarette and returned to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Cynthia sat down at the table and drank the black hot brew, unable to face her young nephew at the moment. She had to think about this! Things were moving entirely too fast. The dirty photograph collection had shaken her more than she cared to admit. Johnny didn't care much about making love, but he enjoyed seeing the act in pictures. Was he perverted? Was that why their sex life was so unsatisfying? But, if he was perverted, what was she? The act she'd committed beside her nephew's bed last night would be considered worse than perverted. Maybe it was just a matter of opinion ... maybe no one was perverted ...just different. She kept turning to take a quick look at the kitchen cabinet where the brandy was stored, fighting the impulse to have a drink.
She was well aware of the fact that she should stay away from alcohol now that Jack was here. She didn't care about Johnny, but she didn't want her teenage nephew to think she was a lush. Her hand was shaking now as it had been earlier when she found the dirty pictures, and her thoughts were only making it worse. She picked up her coffee cup, and when it spilled out on the table, she gave up the fight and stumbled across the room to the cabinet. Guiltily, she poured half a cup of brandy out and drank it then refilled the cup with coffee. She had just sat down at the table again when Jack came into the kitchen.
"Morning, Auntie Cyn," he said, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Hi, honey," she answered. "You look rested."
"I sure am. I must have died last night. Don't remember anything from the time my head hit the pillow."
"That's good. Want some breakfast?" Cynthia asked, staring down at his teenager's legs sticking out of his walking shorts. Lucky for me, she thought, that you slept all night!
"Yeah, guess I'm hun ..." The teenager's words were cut off in mid-sentence as he caught first sight of his aunt's practically bare breasts beneath the see-through negligee. He couldn't take his eyes away from the lewd sight as Cynthia invitingly stood up and swayed sensuously across the room to the stove. She didn't have a thing on under it, either! He could see her rounded ass-cheeks with the dark crevice right down the middle, and ... and when she turned to look at him, he could see the black shadowy triangle of pussy hair.
"What would you like," she asked suggestively, the brandy giving her false courage.
"Uh ... Uh ... anything," he stammered as his uncontrollable penis began crawling into another erection. Shit, he'd never even seen his mother like that!
Cynthia saw the discomfort in her young nephew as she turned toward the stove and smiled to herself while she continued, "How about bacon and eggs?"
"Yeah ... yeah ... that's fine ..." His thoughts were in turmoil. Christ, he should tell her he wasn't hungry and get the hell out of the kitchen. But he couldn't and he didn't! He knew the older woman wasn't deliberately doing it, but it sure seemed like she was. But, she wouldn't do a thing like that to him!
When Cynthia set the plate in front of him, he was sure she'd seen his throbbing hard-on. He was afraid she was going to say something and then send him home ... or to the crazy house instead! He slid his chair as close to the table as possible and tried to hide the telltale bulge with his folded hands in his lap.
Deliberately, Cynthia bent over so that her lushly uplifted breasts touched his arm and brushed against his naked chest. The youth jerked away like he'd been branded.
"I'm sorry, honey. Did the hot plate burn you?"
"No ... no ... it's just ..."
"Not afraid of Auntie Cyn, are you?" she asked seductively, knowing full well that he had another erection.
"Oh no ... you're great ... I mean ..." he stammered, and when she moved away he quickly lifted his right hand and began gulping his food.
During the teenage boy's discomfort, his lovely brunette aunt was sadistically enjoying his confusion. Now, she knew that he was sexually excited by her, and instead of being more discreet, she pulled a chair up beside him and slowly sat down, letting her legs fall slightly apart.
Jack nervously peeked down at her lewdly displayed loins and almost choked on his food. He was unable to turn away from the inviting wide open slit of her pussy. Oh shit, he must be going crazy! He wasn't supposed to sneak looks at his aunt like he was doing! What could have happened to him on the trip west? It was just as though some stranger had possessed his body. Someone wicked! Christ, maybe he was possessed, needed an exorcist!
The brandy that Cynthia had consumed was beginning to take effect, and she giggled disgracefully as her blond nephew gulped his food. It was fun teasing him like this ... but was she really teasing? Maybe she was so bad off that she actually did want to seduce her own nephew.
Jack sensed in some way that the older woman was making fun of him but being unsure of exactly where he stood with her, he nervously bolted his food down then immediately asked to be excused. He knew it was rude to just leave the table without saying why, but it was impossible to control his voice, and she evidently already knew that he was embarrassed.
The boy hurried to his room, knowing that he couldn't stay shut up alone all day long, but he needed a few minutes to get control of his emotions. Sure she was beautiful, and her boobs were the neatest he'd ever seen, but that didn't excuse him from having lewd ideas. His brain churned with the lewdly exciting thought of making love to her.
Forgotten in the heat of his arousal was the fact that Cynthia was his aunt! Too, he'd never seen that much of a woman's body before, and he wanted to touch it, feel it, caress it, to see what it felt like. That was the reason why his errant cock wouldn't stay soft while it stuck up like a tent pole and why it throbbed like a kettle drum.
He lay on the bed for a half hour thinking about his problem and then decided he had to do something to get his mind off her sensually bewitching body. A book! That's what he needed - a good book! That would give him a good excuse to stay away from his seductive aunt. As he wandered into Uncle John's study looking for something to read, he spotted a book laying on the desk. A second later when he saw the photographs spilling out, he casually flipped the book open and stared at the full color pictures. It took a few seconds for him to really comprehend that the photos were actually of naked men and women lewdly entwined in various sexual acts.
Quickly then, he looked around to see if his aunt was anywhere near, and then whistled under his breath, "Oh shit!" His heart beating faster and faster, he studied the first picture carefully. It was so obscenely fascinating that he couldn't take his eyes away from it. There was a woman with glistening red lips tightly ovaled around a man's thick white penis. A distorted gasp escaped his lips as he quickly closed the book on the lewd snapshots. His virile young penis had leapt to a painfully throbbing life in his shorts again, and he felt as if he were already about to cum. In a frowning confusion, he wondered what kind of nut house this was. These must belong to his Uncle Johnny! His Dad would shit if he knew about this. Guiltily, he sneaked another look inside the book and stared with renewed excitement at the lewdly exposed man and woman.
His eyes were wide open in his youthfully blushing face, and even though he'd never seen anything like it before, he instinctively knew that he'd like it done to him. Too excited to leave the room, he stared at the second photograph of a naked woman sitting on a man's face with his mouth buried in her black pussy hair. All he could see was the man's lust-slitted eyes and part of his nose and the woman's sparsely curling pubic hair circling the fleshy pink slit of her cunt. Shit! If he didn't get out of here and stop looking at the salacious spectacle, he was going to pass out.
Putting the photographs back in the book and closing it, he picked it up and nervously stepped to the door of the study and called, "Cyn! Aunt Cynthia!"
"I'm in the living room, Jack," he heard her say.
"Do you mind if I read this book on the desk?"
"What is it?"
He looked down and squinted at the title. "Hungry Children. "
"Sure, if you want. But it's all about the Mid-East and the population explosion," Cynthia didn't want to sound too interested or he might get suspicious. She wanted to laugh out loud at the wild shock the teenager was going to get when he discovered the photographs.
"Thanks! I'll be in my room if you want me." Jack said quickly and rushed down the hallway to his bedroom.
Cynthia stood quietly in the living room door as his footsteps faded down the hallway. When she peeked out, she saw him holding the book in his hand. Well, he had fallen into her trap without any help from her at all. She was free of guilt of giving the book to him and suggesting that he read it.
Five minutes later the curious aunt slipped down the hallway, her heart like a runaway freight train as she excitedly reached his bedroom door and quietly opened it. She had expected him to become excited with the nakedly entwined bodies of the men and women in the snapshots, but never in her wildest imagination had she expected the scene she viewed from the doorway.
Jack was lying on the bed completely naked and was masturbating while staring at the lewd pictures. His youthfully hardened penis lurched with each stroke of his manipulating hand as he lifted his hips upwards, reaching for satisfaction.
Oh God! The boy hadn't wasted any time in responding to the lewd stimulus of the pictures. She gazed in wonder as her teenage nephew's strokes became more rapid and his irregular breathing became louder. Quietly she stared, waiting for him to almost reach his climax before she showed herself. And then when she saw his eyes flutter and then close, she quickly opened the door wider and gasped, "Jack! My God in Heaven! What! What you're doing is awful!" Cynthia stammered as she slammed the door behind her and glared in feigned contempt at the young boy who was frozen with shame and disgrace, his hand still comically holding his already wilting cock.
Jack stared in horror up at his accusing aunt. He attempted to swallow, then blurted out, "I ... I ... don't ..." He dropped the pictures he was still holding and jerked his right hand away from his dwindling penis as he cowered backwards as though he expected the older woman to scream or hit him.
"I'm shocked ... I can't believe it," Cynthia raved as her eyes glued themselves to his nakedly deflated cock in fascination. It wasn't nearly as big as her husband's but a great deal more interesting. "Must I call your mother and tell her that I don't want her perverted son staying with me?"
"No ... no ... please Aunt Cyn ... Oh Jesus, please don't ..." the young nephew stammered as his guilt and remorse intensified and overcame his voice. Several convulsive spasms tore through his teenage body, and then covering his face and sobbing like a little child, he moaned, "Cyn ... oh Cyn, I don't know why ... I'm sorry ... I ... please don't call Mother. She already thinks I'm perverted because I ... don't make friends ..."
Shocked by the anguish of her teenage nephew and at the fact that she had caused it all, Cynthia's eyes boiled up with tears of remorse, and she dropped down on her knees by his bed. Taking her tortured nephew in her arms, she crooned to him as she rocked back and forth.
"Shoooo ... don't you worry, honey! I won't tell anyone, especially your mother." The distraught aunt felt such an overwhelming protective feeling toward the troubled youth that her guilt intensified until she began a steady caressing of his naked thigh and crooned. "I didn't mean to frighten you ... please don't cry ... let's talk about it honey."
Cynthia already knew that Jack was sensitive. And she should have guessed how he would react. Could she have wanted to put him in a position where she could hold his naked body like this and comfort him? No! It was too horrible to think about. Immediately she began kissing his tear-dampened eyes, and without knowing she was doing it, she pressed his face into her almost naked breasts and murmured to him in reassuring whispers. Oh God, she thought, his body feels so good pressed against mine. He's such a beautiful boy! She sensed that her motherly emotions were gradually changing again into a sexual excitement, but even she was shocked to the core as her right hand - of its own volition - reached down and began caressing his wilted penis. The smoldering emotions inside her burning loins became unbearable, and she forced her hand upward away from his virile young shaft of male flesh to caress his naked shoulder instead.
Jack shuddered as he felt her hand on his cock, and as he stared up at her, he saw the changing expression on her lust-contorted face and heard the change in her voice as she crooned unintelligible words to him.
Cynthia gazed lewdly down at her youthful nephew, and then with a cry of defeat, she dropped her hand to his growing hardness and groaned, "Sweetie ... oh, sweetie, you have such a beautiful penis."
Softly she stroked his burgeoning organ as she lifted her face and kissed him passionately, hungrily on his slightly parted lips and then whispered, "So nice ... it's so hot... Be nice to me, honey ... oh yes, be nice to your Auntie Cyn."
Normally, Jack would have thought the older woman was nuts, but the feel of her hand on his naked cock was the greatest thing he'd ever felt in his entire life. It was a lot more exciting than when he did it, and now he didn't care if he did get an erection. Not now ... with Cyn caressing it with her hand. A shudder of ecstasy rippled through the youngster, and he wondered if she would jack him off ... play with it until he came.
The lovely brunette gazed into her nephew's trusting eyes, and only then did she realize what she was actually doing. Her love-starved body had lost control, and she could feel the hot bubbling moisture filling her tingling vagina. Her eyes moved across the trembling teenager and fell on the lewd pictures lying forgotten on the bed beside Jack. The one on top was the naked woman sucking the man's long hard cock. Her hoarse voice surprised her when she gasped, "Want me to do that to you, honey?"
''I ... I...don't know ... I ... "
"I bet you do ... I bet you want to know how it feels to have a woman's mouth on your penis."
His naked young cock was lurching in a wild uncontrollable excitement, and he turned his head away from the obscenity of the photograph, shuddering.
"Jackie, baby!"
"Wha-at?"
"You do, don't you?"
"I ... I guess so ... "
"I will if you want me to. I'll do anything you like, honey. I love you."
Shit yes, he wanted it! But, should he let Cyn do that to him? After all she was his aunt and shouldn't even want to do it. She should love him, but not that way!
But without waiting for an answer, Cynthia made the decision herself and took his warmly throbbing hardness in her hand. Slowly, she lowered her mouth until her wetly parted lips were encircling the blood-filled tip. "Jesus Christ! Cyn! I can't stand it! Aaarrrgghh!" Jack moaned, unable to pull away from the soft delicious warmth of her pleasure-giving mouth.
The lewdness of having her teenage nephew's long rod of youthful flesh pulsating in her mouth drove Cynthia almost over the brink of sanity. The words she spoke came from her lusting subconscious mind as she lifted her face from his loins and asked, "Shall I teach you all about love? Will you let me?"
Jack could hardly believe his good luck. He knew nothing at all about making love to girls, and here was an offer like this ... and from his beautiful aunt whom he adored. Never in his wildest daydreams had he ever imagined a girl would kiss his penis, and to have Cynthia doing it was the greatest gift of all.
"I would ... if you want to ... " he stammered as his thoughts whirled in lewdness, and then he frowned as he added, "But Cyn ... I almost came when you kissed it!"
"That's all right honey, you just cum if you feel like it." Her soft warm lips dropped to his penis again, and she hungrily sucked the full length of his hotly throbbing cock inside her mouth. For almost a minute she slid her ovalled lips up and down on the rock-hard shaft, and when she felt his hips punch frantically upward and his groin become harder, she licked at the sensitive underside and then sucked once, twice, three times with tightly suctioned mouth, and it happened! The head of his virile young cock exploded inside her throat and spewed its load of teenage sperm deep into her gulping mouth.
"Aa a aggghhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Cyn, I'm s o r ry ... I ... Aaagggggggghhhh!" the climaxing youth groaned. Shit, he'd done it now. He had cum in her mouth, just as he had warned her he would do!
The young wife's eyes widened and she gasped and began swallowing in short quick gulps as she felt his heated sperm blast down her throat. She wasn't angry with him for cumming. Not this wonderful boy. She couldn't hate him for any reason. Now, she knew how badly he had needed release ... just as she had needed an orgasm last night. Anyway, she could make his wonderful young cock hard again... very easily ... just by sucking on it some more!
Her eyes smiling, the lovely brunette licked at his quickly deflating penis until every drop was gone and then lifted her face to him and said, "That was wonderful, honey, you're something else."
"But ... but ... I came in your mouth ... I didn't mean to ... I ... I ... " he stammered guiltily.
"It's all right, honey! You're supposed to do that. I'm glad."
"Yeah ... really?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Yes. But what I did was for you - it's just between you and me. Our secret. Never tell a soul," she said in a whisper.
"I won't ... never ... not even if they kill me," he said excitedly. "I promise, Cyn." Christ, he wasn't about to tell anyone! Uncle Johnny would kill him for sure, and his parents would commit them both to the crazy house.
"Okay then, it'll be our secret ... forever. Like when we were both little, remember?" Cynthia asked, feeling the throbbing lust growing into an intolerable heat inside her vagina and knowing she had to have release now. Quickly then, she stood, picked up the other photograph of the naked dark-haired woman sitting on the man's mouth, she said, "Would you like to do that to me?"
The suddenly embarrassed nephew averted his eyes as he stuttered, "I ... I ... oh shit, Cyn ..." He was so excited that he hardly knew what he was saying. He was afraid he wouldn't know what to do, and she'd be disgusted with him.
"I'll teach you, and then, you can practice on me," she smiled as she straightened up to her full stance and began removing the sheer negligee.
"Oh Jesus, Cyn," he cried as she dropped the garment to the floor and stood completely naked, her beautiful upthrust breasts just above his wide-open eyes. "You're so beautiful." His painfully hardened penis throbbed now with a hungry lust, and he could hardly wait for the lewdly exciting thing she was going to let him do to her. He knew what it was called, "eating pussy", and he found his mouth watering in anticipation.
Deliberately driving both of them to a fever pitch of excitement, Cynthia lay down on the bed beside him and spread her naked thighs wide apart, her back pressing into the soft mattress of the guest bed. Her moistly glistening vaginal lips gaped open in obscene invitation, and she could feel her hot liquid passion seeping down the quivering slit between her buttocks, wetting her anus.
Jack lifted his head and stared down in fascination at her wide-split pink pussy. He shivered with wanton hunger as he saw the succulent flesh hiding beneath her black pubic hair. He'd never seen a girl's cunt before, and it excited him to the point where he couldn't think. Before he could panic, he heard the gentle voice of his youthful aunt saying, "Go ahead! Just kiss my vagina; I'll tell you what to do."
With burning eyes, Jack watched as his aunt reached down with both hands, separated the puffy lips of her wetly glistening pussy and spread them wide apart revealing the inflamed knob of her already distended clitoris. But even then, the boy was not prepared for her seductive words, "See honey, that's a woman's center of desire. It's sort of the same as your penis, but it's called a 'clitoris'. You know that, don't you?"
Jack, his voice hoarsened, swallowed loudly and stammered, "Yes... I guess so ... "
"Then, put your lips on it and kiss it ... hard. Suck it. Oh ... yes, suck it, darling."
"Uhhhhh ... well ... Cyn ... is it ... do you think we should?" His indecision was real, but at the same time he was trembling with an ecstatically forbidden hunger.
''Yes ... I know it's okay ...just do it ... hurry!" she begged, her lecherous body quivering with uncontrollable lust.
"O-okay ..." her teenaged nephew slowly moved to the foot of the bed and knelt between his aunt's lewdly splayed legs. Balancing himself with his arms, he lowered his head toward Cynthia's nakedly gaping pussy and stared in wonder. When his mouth was only inches away from the steaming flesh, he hesitated, a frightened look on his face. Cynthia couldn't wait for him to make up his mind. She reached down without hesitation and forced his face against the hair-lined slit of her impatiently throbbing vagina, and gasped, "Now, suck it ... suck it ... oh yes, do it ... "
A convulsive gasp escaped the teenager's throat as he inhaled the sweet scent of his aunt's warmly perfumed cunt. His nostrils flared as he avidly began sucking the succulent pink flesh up inside his mouth, nibbling at the little clitorial nub just as she had shown him. It was the most lust-inciting thing that had ever happened to him. It might be forbidden, or perverted, or something else, but he liked it ... loved it ... ah ... more ...
"Yes ... that's it ... baby ... that's it ... lick Aunt Cyn's pussy ... oh God, harder!" she almost screamed with excitement.
A shudder went through the youth's naked body and without further hesitation, he buried his face in her vaginal slit and experimentally licked the full length of her hair-lined cuntal lips. A moment later, gaining courage, he stuck his fully extended tongue deep up inside her vaginal passage just as she'd told him. Rewarded by her ecstatic moans, he began working with fervor, thrusting in and out as if he were really fucking her. In a few seconds he was sliding his tongue in and out of her wetly throbbing hole, and licking back and forth, nibbling at her ultra-sensitive clitoris as though he had done it many times.
"Oh hhhhhhh ... yes ... aaagggghhhhhh ... oh fuck, honey ... it's so good." Cynthia was writhing shamelessly on the bed as her nephew's innocent face, contorted in lust, nuzzled in her heated vaginal flesh. Her moans grew louder as she reached down and forced his mouth tighter into her vibrating pussy. "Oh baby, suck it ... lick it ... eat me up," Cynthia mumbled as she tossed her rumpled black hair violently across the pillow. She'd often thought about a man driving her crazy from kissing her there, but she'd never imagined what it would be like for a young boy to do it ... and Jack, at that.
She let her hands move up and down over her hardened nipples as she slid them upward and then back down to entangle her fingers in Jack's blond hair. Moaning constantly now, she mouthed obscenities as she pumped her hips up and down in rhythm to the teenager's sucking motions.
The lewd words escaping her lips gave encouragement to the youth and he plunged forward to bury his face in the wet silky flesh of her hot little cunt, his tongue fucking in and out of her pussy like a small red penis.
Cynthia could hear Jack panting and feel his hot breath tickling her vaginal lips as she peeled her fleshy hair-lined slit apart even further so he could thrust his stiffened tongue deeper into her wildly quivering passage. One of her hands stroked his shoulder and he grunted in appreciation as he drew his tongue intently upward through the buttery flesh of her gaping cunt.
Oh shit! The smell of her pussy juices was driving him crazy. His goddamned cock was so hard he could break it off. Uncontrollably, he lifted his head and stared down at the smoothly gleaming pussy lips which she still held wide apart with her one free hand, and he moaned as he saw the flushed delicacy exposed to the forbidden hunger of his lust-filled eyes. His heart hammered as though it would fly out of his youthful chest, and as he absorbed the salacious view before him he began grinding his painfully hardened COCK into the foot of the mattress beneath his loins.
"Oh Christ, Jack... don't stop ... please, baby, do it some more ... lick it for your auntie ..." he heard the older woman's whimpered erotic plea and obediently, he dropped his head once more and plunged the full length of his inexperienced tongue into the tight little hole of her frantically clasping pussy working instinctively, in total subjugation, at the widespread slit of her hair-rimmed cunt.
Cynthia moaned with overpowering passion as his tantalizing tongue licked and sucked with wild abandon at her sensitively throbbing clitoris. She ground her hips sensually down into the softness of the bed, writhing and squirming as wild little mewls erupted from between her lust-tightened lips, then she raised her loins up to him, pressing his face into her pulsing vaginal opening.
Jack could feel his throbbing, rock-hard cock about to explode, and he closed his eyes as wave after wave of lust rippled through his immature teenage body. He could see his obscenely writhing aunt flail her head from side to side as her fingers entwined themselves in his hair and tried to direct his hungrily sucking mouth to the erect nub of her clitoris. The youth muttered incoherently while licking the full length of the tight damp slit, nipping at the vibrating clitoris with his teeth as Cynthia had instructed him.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh ..." the older woman gasped. "Oh yes, it's fantastic! Lick it, honey ... eat your Aunt Cyn's pussy." she moaned as she went out of her mind with a lewdly forbidden passion, "Don't stop ... ever stop ... never!"
The love-starved brunette felt the first exploding trickles of her impending orgasm and she began to groan, "Oh-ohhhh ... ahhh ... yes ... yesssssss ..." and a gasp of ecstasy started deep in her throat, which suddenly became a revelation,' "I'm ccummming ... ccuuummmmming ... AAAAA GGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Abruptly, she was fucking her wetly convulsing pussy up against the young boy's face, her loins pumping like a bucking horse as the almost unbearable waves of pleasure rippled through her, blowing her mind into fragments of confusion. She was almost unconscious as the unbelievable incestuous rapture flowed in one solid river of release up ... up ... upward and outward from her satiated cunt.
The impact of Cynthia's tremendous climax hit her young nephew like a sledge hammer. Having never seen a woman cum before, his eyes stared in disbelief at the hot flowing liquid of her climax. He felt the viscous fluid dripping into his wide open mouth and he eagerly swallowed every drop of the musky sweet juice.
Jack was stunned as the jolting convulsions of her orgasm finally ceased and Cynthia lay still in front of him. Her naked beauty made him suddenly become aware of his painfully pulsating penis and he reached down to stroke it, wanting to bring himself to climax, again. He needn't worry about his aunt seeing him this time. She wouldn't care anymore, not after what they had done together.
Looking down through slitted eyes, Cynthia saw the tormented youth and felt a tremendous surge of love for him. He had selflessly given her a deep and beautiful orgasm while denying himself satisfaction. Reaching for his hand that was stroking the shaft of his cock, she sighed, "Sweet honey, come here. I'll do that for you. I have a better way."
Jack let his aunt pull him up and over her nakedly relaxed body and was too overcome with painful lust to stop her even if he'd wanted to. His knees trembled as he levered himself above her, and she immediately pulled his cum-smeared mouth down to hers, drinking in her own vaginal juices that had coated his lips.
"It's okay if you fuck me, honey, I want you to," she mumbled as she planted pecking little kisses all over his face.
"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, Cyn, I gotta. I gotta do something."
"Then put it in! Put your hard young cock inside me," she mumbled. Without further hesitation, she took his throbbing shaft in her hand and placed the inflated cock-head at the portal to her moistly flowing vagina. "Push ... push hard ... oh God yes, give it to me! Oh-oh-oh! Aaaggghhhh! Yes! Like that!"
And then. Jack didn't need her to tell him what to do. His instincts took over and he rammed forward with his slender rod of incestuous flesh all the way to the hilt up inside her hotly clasping cunt. Moaning constantly now as he felt her buttery flesh clutching at his wildly throbbing penis, he quivered the full length of his innocent young body as he fought the urge to cum as soon as he started to pull out for another stroke. "Oh shit," he gasped, "Aunt Cyn, I can't wait any longer. I gotta fuck you! I gotta!"
Crap! He was pumping up and down like a goddamned tom-cat and the sounds escaping his lips sounded like one too. Cyn would probably think he was sick in the head the way he was turned on. Quieting his moans, he began rapid thrusts of his eagerly pulsating organ in and out of her tight little pussy and grinned with satisfaction as he wrung moan after lewd moan from his youthful aunt's throat. She was as bad as he was... actually making more noise than he'd ever thought of making.
The forbidden incestuous sensations flowing throughout her body filled Cynthia with obscenely perverted ecstasy. An eerie feeling of excitement rippled through her as she thought of the control she now had over her teenaged nephew. His wonderfully throbbing penis was deep inside her vagina and he would do anything she said ... anything. This was his first time to make love to a woman, but definitely would not be the last. It was only the beginning for both of them. She had been so lonely before he came, but the loneliness had disappeared the first time she kissed him at the airport. Instinct had told her that he was just as unhappy as she was, and needed someone to love him.
The flames of passion flared over the nerve endings up between her legs as Jack's virile young cock fucked in and out of her needy cunt. His sperm-bloated balls teased at her anal crevice as they slammed against her ass-cheeks and spread the slit further apart with each stroke. Writhing in ecstasy, she wrapped her thighs around his youthful hips and lifted her wide open loins up to meet his lean hips as they lunged downward. She knew that he was enjoying it, too. That even though she was taking his innocence she was, at the same time, giving him the experience he needed. He would never forget his first love! Never! He would always remember his loving aunt.
Jack was just about to go out of his head with the urgency of his climax. He never wanted to jack off, ever again! He just wanted to fuck ... and eat pussy! It was so neat! So goddamned neat! His thoughts snapped off like a broken cable as he felt the surge of his virile young sperm pounding in his balls, rushing forward and ready to explode from the head of his cock. "Aaaggghhh! Aunt ... Aunt Cyn ... Ahhhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming. Shit! I'm cummmmiiinnnggg."
As his spasming penis filled her desire-tautened belly with his incestuous sperm, Cynthia felt her second climax, surprisingly, hit her with a sudden rapturous ecstasy. Dimly, she knew it was different from the one she'd experienced from his tongue-fucking ... harder ... more shattering! In what seemed to be an endless orgasm, she floated on a cloud of climactic satisfaction as her mind slowly receded into the unconsciousness of sleep.
Jack fell across her sweat-streaked nakedness, his rapidly dwindling penis slurping out of her cum-flooded vagina, leaving a long thin trail of life giving semen trying them together in a forbidden love. He was unable to understand what was happening to him, but his stupor prevented him from even caring as he and his Aunt Cyn lay glued together with the sweat of their labors.
At least a half hour later, Jack returned to consciousness only to find his virile young cock was erect again. He couldn't get enough of sex once he'd discovered it. His voracious need propelled him into position again causing his lovely brunette aunt to open her eyes with alarm as she felt his firm virile shaft penetrate her tight little pussy.
But then, she smiled in companionship and knew that it wasn't necessary to instruct Jack this time. He already knew what to do. She felt his hesitation, and then relaxed as he immediately thrust deeper into her already responding vagina. Interesting, she thought, what one lesson could do for someone who really wanted to learn.
The excited blond nephew clung to Cynthia and continued to fuck in and out of her heatedly quivering cunt in what seemed to be hours of unending pleasure.
The loving Doctor's wife couldn't count the continuous orgasms that hit her again and again as her older sister's handsome teenaged son fucked his hardened shaft deep inside her hungering belly. She was in a half-delirium of ecstasy as she accepted his selfless gift of love, and finally she fell Jack slide off her sweat-soaked body and lie beside her, gasping for breath. Her mind cleared and her thoughts began to unscramble into reality. She wondered what time it was and casually glanced at the bedside clock. It took a second for her eyes to focus and register the time. Six o'clock! Six o'clock! No it couldn't be!
"Oh God," Jack. "Do you see what time it is?"
"Huh ... uh ... what did you say," the youth said drowsily. And then, completely awake, he jumped up into a sitting position, gaped at the rumpled bed, his nakedly displayed aunt, and began to tremble in confusion. By her caring what time it was, meant that the magic was gone. Reality had finally returned.
"I said it's six o'clock. We've been in bed all day," she said urgently. A moment later, she giggled and added, "I should say we fucked all day."
Slowly, she slid her hand over to his youthful chest and began to caress him again. Then, teasingly, she moved her hand downward until it enclosed his limp, completely empty penis. Just as he began to be excited again, she jumped out of bed and said in haste, "We'd better get a shower and dress. I never know when Johnny will be home."
Jack slowly stumbled out of bed and said, "Thank you Aunt Cyn. I... I loved it."
"Yes, darling, so did I. But, don't thank me! You were responsible for the satisfaction ... of both of us," she said lovingly and then quickly added, "You'd better hurry, now. Tomorrow is another day."
Jack went to his own bathroom as Cynthia rushed out the guest room door and hurried to her own bathroom. She knew instinctively that they could wash away the physical evidence of their lovemaking, but it would be impossible to ever erase the memories hidden away in their respective brains. The forbidden love had just been born, and would uncontrollably grow and bloom into a more demanding need.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, young man. Didn't you sleep last night?" Dr. Sloane questioned Jack that night at the dinner table. "You look all washed out. Don't you feel well?"
"Sure," Jack stammered, unable to look at his uncle. "I'm all right."
"We can't have you getting sick around here. Come see me tomorrow, and I'll check you out."
"No, really, I'm okay." Jack's voice was almost a frightened croak as he fidgeted in his chair and picked at the food on his plate.
"Well, you're too pale. Maybe you need vitamins." The older man was really scrutinizing the youth. "Do you ever get any sunshine?"
"No ... not in Illinois."
"Well, tomorrow you get outside and get some sunshine." The doctor returned to his dinner and then thoughtfully added, "Could be all you need. Give you vitamin C ... keeps the colds away."
'I... I.... don't care for the sun. It burns me." Jack nervously dropped his fork and it clattered to the floor. He looked pleadingly at Cynthia, and when he saw her eyes were averted he leaned over and picked up the fork.
"Laziness is a tool of the devil," Dr. Sloane quoted and added, "I don't know what you kids are coining to."
"I read a lot," Jack said defensively.
"You can read in Illinois. Get some sun in California." John Sloane added firmly.
For the first time, Cynthia entered the conversation and said. "You know, Jack, he could be right. Some sun would do you good ... give you a nice tan."
"Besides, you need to make friends if you're going to be here all summer," John added.
Jack stared at his aunt unbelievingly. How could she possibly agree with her husband when she knew that all he wanted to do was stay inside with her. Maybe, she'd thought about it and decided she didn't like him afterall. She sure sounded like she wanted to get rid of him.
Later, Jack stared at the television with belligerent eyes, fighting the urge to break something! He wasn't going to bed until Uncle Johnny did, and then, he'd find out what he'd done wrong today. The sooner he knew, the sooner he could learn to accept it. If she wanted him to leave her alone, that meant she was sorry she'd ever let him do those things to her. He had to know one way or the other ... for his own sanity.
Frowning questioningly. Cynthia wondered why Jack was so quiet and withdrawn. He'd suddenly become unreachable at the dinner table ... when they were discussing him. And then, it dawned on her! He thought she didn't like him anymore! He thought she'd betrayed him! And then a smile lit her face and everything cleared in her mind. That was no problem! She'd just stay up until her husband went to bed and explain. He had to know her reasoning before he convinced himself that she didn't love him anymore. Poor sensitive baby, she thought. She tried to get his attention so she could wink at him, but he refused to even look at her.
At ten o'clock Dr. Sloane yawned, looked at his wife, and said, "I'm going to bed. Got another early morning surgery."
"Too early for me," she answered.
Getting up from his chair, he turned and said, "Does that mean you're staying up?"
"Yes! I'm not sleepy, yet."
"Goodnight, then," Johnny yawned again and stepped toward the door.
"Aren't you even going to kiss me goodnight?" she asked, feigning a bitchiness she didn't really feel.
Sheepishly, he moved to her side and leaned down to slightly touch her cheek with his lips and then yawned again. "Goodnight, Jack."
"Goodnight Uncle Johnny," the youth said in a sullen voice, unable to control it. And then aware of the sound he conveyed, he added, "See you tomorrow."
Cynthia sat on the edge of her chair and listened to her husband's footsteps move down the hallway and then heard him close the door behind him.
"I have to explain something," she whispered as she quickly moved to his chair. "But, be quiet. I don't want Johnny to hear me."
"Yeah, I wanta talk to you too," he anxiously replied.
"Forgive me for not defending you with him tonight, but I had to say what I did."
"Why?" Jack asked. "Did I misunderstand today?"
"Of course not. It's just that we can't let my husband ever find out about us. He'd kill us."
"Boy am I ever glad to hear that! I was scared you might tell him what I did to you today," he lied. The teenager knew his aunt would never tell anyone, but he had been frightened that she might change her mind about having sex with him again.
"Did you think I didn't want you to do it again?" she teased. "Now tell me the truth. Were you jealous?"
"Yeah ... I guess I did," he sighed, his face turning beet red.
Cynthia ran her fingers up his muscular young thigh beneath the hem of his walking shorts and knelt in front of him, "That's good! That means you liked what we did today ... and want to do it again."
An animal-like moan escaped his lips and he groaned, "Oh God, Cyn, I love you so much. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
"Did I make you feel good, too?"
"Shit, it felt so good I thought I'd blow the top of my head off. Your hand feels so soft ... and ... and ... it's making me get a hard on again."
"Good! I like to make you get big and hard," she slid her hand further up his inner thigh beneath the shorts and caressed his rapidly stiffening penis. She had already become excited. She could feel her vaginal fluids gathering and wetting the crotch of her nylon panties.
"But ... but we probably shouldn't be doing it, should we Aunt Cynthia?" he asked anxiously, for suddenly he had thought of what his parents would say if they found out. Knowing them, they'd think he was perverted or something and send him to a reform school ... or a mental institution.
Cynthia correctly interpreted his troubled expression, and she squeezed his warmly pulsating cock in reassurance. "We're not doing anything wrong, darling," she said.
"It is perverted ... what we're doing?"
"Darling, I don't know. I don't think so," she sighed, and then added as an aching hurt in her chest grew into a deep painful stab in her heart, "You're a man, and I'm a woman. I believe that what we're doing is a natural thing, but then no one else would agree with me. Actually, I do know we shouldn't be doing it, but I can't help myself. God help me, I can't help myself." Cynthia knew she should be strong enough to end this incestuous thing she was doing with her innocent nephew, and she also knew that it was unfair to involve him in a forbidden sexual act. But, it was too late to think about it now ... it was far too late.
"I'll never make love to anyone else ... even if you send me away," his lust-hoarsened voice whispered to his contritely kneeling aunt. Her hand had ceased to move when she began discussing the legitimacy of their acts and Jack reached down and began to slide it back and forth across his bare leg. "Do it some more. I like it."
Suddenly, Cynthia's face softened. She knew that the only thing that mattered to her now, was that this beautiful boy was happy. Her husband obviously didn't want any part of her, until he looked at his dirty pictures and even then he only used her for a receptacle for his sperm. Erasing all the thoughts of wrongdoing, she refused to think about it anymore. She glanced up to find him staring lovingly down at her. No one had ever looked so lovingly, so hungrily, or with so much affection at her in her entire life.
"You little sweetie." she whispered, suddenly feeling released from her confusion. "I need you so much."
"Well, Mrs. Sloane" he chuckled, "Your student is ready for lesson number ... number ... I forgot what number it is."
Cynthia was glowing with happiness now and she ruffled his hair as she stood up and said, "You get to bed and we'll talk about it later."
"Aw come on, Cyn. I wanta be thinking about it."
"I'll give you just a little sample," she giggled then dropped down on her knees again. "Stand up and take your shorts down."
Quickly the teenager unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down to his knees, "I'm ready."
Cynthia took her young nephew's already hard throbbing penis from his jockey shorts and softly kissed the blood-engorged head. And then, she took it's pulsating hardness in her mouth and slowly slid her extended tongue the full length of the blue-veined shaft. Slowly she moved her tightly ovalled lips upward until only the bulbous head remained within the warm confines of her moist mouth. Pausing, she gave it a quick kiss and stood up, saying, "That's all for now."
"Oh shit, I wanta do it now. I gotta," he said as his painfully throbbing cock made him gasp with lewd desire.
"You know what to do with it; but I'd suggest you keep it for tomorrow," she laughed. "Goodnight little lover." She turned and sensuously moved down the hallway knowing she had an appreciative audience in her teenaged nephew.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning when Jack awakened, he opened his eyes and stared in confusion at his surroundings. The sun was shining in his open window and the birds were singing. It took him several seconds to orient himself and then he remembered. He was in Aunt Cynthia's house and ... and today was the day she was going to ... do that again!
Instinctively he realized he must be out of his fucking gourd to get involved with Cyn. He'd be in bad trouble if anyone ever found out. But, even though he knew it was wrong he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of thinking about it for very long. Almost immediately, he grinned to himself and returned to his earlier thoughts. She was actually going to suck his cock again today. He laughed out loud as he recalled the infantile high school gossip he used to indulge in - a month ago. Some of the other guys were always so goddamned cocky, talking about the girls they'd done all those things to ... and most of all, they bragged about talking some girl into sucking their cock.
He'd always thought they were sick when they said they'd eaten some girl's pussy. But now he knew! Ummmmmmmm! It was dee-lic-ious! He felt his virile teenage cock lunge into a throbbing hardness and automatically he reached down and rubbed it whispering to himself, "Not today! You gonna get sucked this time."
Down in the hall, Cynthia had awakened and was thinking about the same thing. And, she too, was talking to herself, "Oh God," she whispered, "he's so virile! So hard! So good!" Only momentarily did her thoughts dwell on the wrong or right of it. With a hostile swing of her long black hair, she jumped out of bed and grabbed her sheer nylon dressing gown and draped it around her sensually naked body. Standing in front of the full length mirror she began to comb her hair and then went to brush her teeth, all the time wondering if Jack was still asleep. She'd love nothing better than to wake him up with her mouth on his virile young cock. Humming to herself she danced out the bedroom door to the hallway and then, quietly tiptoed down the hallway to her nephew's room.
Silently, she opened the door and stepped inside to hear Jack say, "Good morning lazy. I've been awake for hours."
"Hi," she smiled, "I thought you might be waiting for me."
She moved to the bed and stood looking down at her young nephew's almost naked body. His slender muscular legs, narrow hips and ... slender young cock was lust-inciting to see. She stared, unable to move as he slowly slid his hands down and hooked his fingers under the elastic waist of his jockey shorts. And then, he shoved them all the way down to his feet and kicked them to the foot of the bed where they fell to the floor. Smiling in agreement, she seductively unfastened her dressing gown and let it slide down her curvaceous body to the floor beside her.
Nakedly she dropped down on the bed beside her already naked nephew and slowly, sensuously began caressing his quivering form. "Are you ready," she whispered in a lust-hoarsened voice.
"You bet! I been ready ... a long time."
"Looks to me like he's standing at attention, ready for his orders," she said teasingly as she lowered her hand to caress his warmly throbbing erection.
With a lewd gasp, Jack grabbed his beautiful brunette aunt and kissed her hand on the mouth. His awkwardness made him pull her off balance and they both fell back on the bed, his face buried in the fleshy cleft of her lushly ripened breast. Slowly, still unsure of what he was doing, he experimentally took one of the already erect little nipples in his mouth and instinctively began sucking on it.
"AAAggghhhhh! Oh yes, my sweet little baby. Suck my tit... oh yes," Cynthia moaned as the teenager sucked and licked at her youthfully upthrust breasts.
Almost at once the love-starved brunette lost what little control she had, so consumed was she with forbidden hunger for her young nephew lying beneath her. She tightened her vaginal muscles, rubbing her quivering cunt-lips together and gurgled with ecstasy. She needed to be loved. Oh God, how she needed someone to love her. And now, she had someone.
"Oh shit, Aunt Cyn," Jack mumbled, his lust-inundated body writhed on the bed beneath her. Both his hands sought her naked buttocks and began kneading the soft white mounds, pulling her closer to his naked loins.
Cynthia's own hands were moving up and down, caressing his shoulders, sides, and sliding downward toward his thighs. And then, she couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to take his lust-hardened penis inside her mouth and suck it ... until she tasted his virile life-giving sperm again.
Slowly, she slid downward, dragging her hardened little nipple from his mouth until her face was just above the long hard shaft of his youthful cock. She heard him groan as her breath hit his sensitive flesh and automatically he began pumping his hips upward, reaching for her open mouth.
Staring with a lewd hunger at his proud young penis, Cynthia slowly lowered her ovalled lips and kissed his bulging cock-head. She could feel his muscles tense and she quivered with incestuous lust. With a low groan of animal hunger, she took his rigidly pulsing organ in her hands, and the erotic feel of it caused fluttering sensations in her breasts to move downward to her wetly seeping vagina, setting it afire with hungry desire. The teenager choked on his own gasping breath but, instead of resisting, he crushed his rock-hard cock upward, muttering, "Oh Cyn, do it ... suck it ... suck my penis."
"Don't rush it, honey! Be patient," she crooned as she bent her mouth again and kissed the blood-bloated head a second time causing his hardened shaft to lurch in lusting anxiety.
Tenderness was in her smile when she glanced up at her pouting young nephew and, with teasing slowness, moved her hand to cup his sperm-swollen testicles. Her head lowered again and his penis throbbed hotly against her soft cheek as she rubbed her face against its mushroomed tip, caressing it with her nose. And then, she licked the virile rod of male flesh, flicking her extended tongue around and around it as though it were a delicious candy cane.
"Oh Jeez, Aunt Cyn," he moaned. "Don't stop ... please suck it ... suck my cock."
Encouraged by his lewd words, Cynthia took his wildly throbbing hardness deep inside her warm wet mouth and hungrily sucked the full, long length of it deep into her throat. As he groaned loudly in pleasure, she cupped his testicles again and tenderly massaged them, working with an instinctive skill while her throat continued to expand and contract in her desire to suck his hardened shaft deep into her throat.
She wanted to bring him to climax and to drink every delicious drop of his warm white semen. She flicked upward with her tongue along the underside of her nephew's hotly pulsing cock as, drawing her lips together in a tight oval, she sawed her mouth up and down the full rigid length of his youthfully hardened flesh. She sucked with a perfect rhythm, her lips working back and forth hungrily over his male flesh.
The excited nephew stared in wonder as her soft warm lips slid up and down and her cheeks puckered outward and then back again. His mind was a blur of inflamed lust now as his fingers reached down and clutched at her nakedly swaying breasts.
Cynthia went wild with forbidden pleasure, thrilling with erotic desire at the touch of his searching hands. Her saliva increased as she fervently sucked his throbbing hardness and she vaguely sensed his pre-ejaculate was beginning to seep from the burgeoning tip of his cock. Instinctively knowing he would like it, she lowered her mouth and licked his swollen balls, and then trailed her tongue from scrotum to his tightly puckering little anus.
Cynthia heard her nephew groan with guttural hunger, and now all she wanted to do was rush him to climax, to bring him to the ultimate peak of love ... to drink his hot young sperm until it gushed down her throat and filled her incestuous belly with joy. A momentary pang of remorse flitted across her lust-controlled mind, wavered, and evaporated under the best of her lewd desires. Quickly then, she trailed her tongue back over his cum-filled testicles, and up along his slender white rod of flesh. She vaguely heard her teenaged nephew gurgle with pleasure as her wetly parted lips once again slid down over the engorged head of his cock. She was thrilled at the thought of bringing him so much rapture. Her hand trembling uncontrollably, Cynthia reached down to her ecstatically quivering vagina and began thrusting her outstretched middle finger in and out to ease the intolerable void up between her legs.
The naked older woman continued to lick his madly jerking cock as her lips encompassed the spongy head, then let it slide full-length back into her throat. Her head bobbed greedily up and down as Jack groaned and thrashed beneath her, until her own lingers fucked ever faster in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. She could feel her climax building up and, at the same time, could feel the cum dashing upward in her nephew's long hard penis as she sucked with an obscene hunger and swirled her tongue around his thickened shaft. While he pumped his spasming hardness in and out of her mouth without mercy, she felt her insanely tingling vagina begin to pulsate and nibble at her fingers as she savagely thrust in and out of her pussy.
Abruptly the teenager stiffened and then groaned with a torrent of emotion, "Oh goddamn ... fuck ... Cyn, I'm gonna cum ... in your mouth."
Cynthia thrust her fingers to the hilt in her hotly convulsing cunt as she felt the beginning of her young nephew's climax boiling up from his sperm-bloated testicles to ejaculate and fill her waiting mouth with white hot jism. Her eyes widened in pleasure and her nakedly swaying breasts heaved as she tried to swallow the entire length of his exploding penis. She frantically dug her fingers into her vagina, in an effort to speed her own release, nakedly twisting to feel the hardness of her outstretched fingers as they scraped against the nerve-filled walls of her hotly flowing cunt. Groaning now, she felt the tide of her climax growing like a gigantic balloon about to burst, and finally sweep through her convulsing pussy with warm wet gushes of liquid passion.
The lewdly sucking brunette slid her tightly ovalled mouth up and down on her nephew's virile young cock until he grabbed her head and held it in close against his loins as he continued to spew hot jets of sperm deep into her rapidly working throat. Cynthia continued to suck until his last gasping spasms faded away and his cock began to soften. The youth's groans of pleasure quieted to sighs of contentment, and his hands no longer pressed against her hair as his quivering penis gave one last jerk and slowly collapsed. She watched it with lust-slitted eyes and only then did she raise herself upward and collapse across his naked young body, pressing her desire-swollen breasts tightly around his saliva and semen-coated penis.
Barely able to make a sound. Jack whispered, "That was neat ... so good."
Unable to lift her head, Cynthia gasped, "Yes ... it was neat."
"I like it better than anything," he said with more force, excitement returning.
"Oh yeah," she grinned, still collapsed across his naked body. "Well, what about me?"
"Oh yeah, I didn't even think about that," he lifted his head and smiled down at her affectionally. "Yeah, what about you?"
"Well, we'll do it again ... don't worry!" she assured him. "We'll do it my way, too ... sometimes."
They lay relaxing in satisfied ecstasy for a few minutes before Cynthia lifted her head, and said, "We have to get up and get you out in the sunshine. Remember?"
"Yeah, sure, but there's plenty of time."
"You mean like yesterday," she teased playfully as the teenager grabbed her and laughingly kissed her erect little nipple. "No ... no ... please don't"
Cynthia felt the rekindling of lust in her naked body and gently pushed him off the bed. And then, before he could get to her, she jumped up and ran from the bedroom, leaving him sitting on the floor laughing.
It was much later that they both sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Jack, already dressed in a swim suit, lazily stretched and said, "See you later. Auntie, after I get some of Uncle Johnny's sunshine."
While Cynthia went to the sink to wash the dishes, the youth went outside to the swimming pool with a towel to get some sun. He wandered around, unaware of the scenery or the sparkling blue waters of the pool. His thoughts were completely absorbed by his beautiful brunette aunt. He wondered what it was going to be like living without her. Maybe she'd let him live with her all the time. No, he knew that he'd have to go home some day, but for the moment, he was content knowing that Cynthia loved him. And he loved her with every part of him ... as a man loves a woman -a hot passionate woman!
Casually, he flopped down on a lounge by the swimming pool and momentarily wondered why they had to have a pool when they lived so near the beach. He was vaguely aware of the boy in the yard next door, but he wasn't interested in making friends as his uncle had suggested, so he closed his eyes and lay basking in the sun.
"I said hello," a voice interrupted his reverie.
"Oh, hi. I didn't hear you," Jack mumbled.
"I know. That's why I said it again," the dark haired youth said as he hung to the top of the fence, his eyes just above the top of it. "You visiting the Sloane's?"
Jack grunted in the affirmative.
"I'm Willie Morgan," the other boy said.
Jack sighed and looked up. "I'm Jack Stanley."
"Hi." Jack wanted him to just go away, so he closed his eyes and pretended he didn't hear him.
"Well ..."
"Well what?"
"You gonna ask me to swim or not? I've never been in their pool before."
"Aw, come on if you want to," Jack said sullenly, but his truculence it didn't discourage the other teenager who quickly clambered over the fence and flopped down on a chaise longue. He stared for a moment at Jack, then said, "You're kinda white. Where you from?"
"Illinois."
"What grade you in?"
"I'm supposed to start college in the fall."
"Oh! I thought..." Willie faltered, then shut up.
"You thought what?" Jack demanded.
Willie shrugged. "Well ... you don't seem that old."
"I'm eighteen." It was said heatedly.
"Okay ... okay." The Morgan boy was quiet for a few moments, then obviously not going to be ignored, continued. "I'm in the eleventh grade this fall."
Now it was Jack's turn to be surprised. Christ, the kid looked as if he were a college football player, shoulders so broad that he had to turn sideways to go through doors probably.
"You're pretty big for your age," Jack said.
Willie grinned. "Take after the old man, I guess. He's big, and he makes me work out at the gym three times a week."
"Jesus." Jack felt sorry for the other boy. Three days a week at the gym was enough to kill anyone normal. "Do you like it?"
"Aw, sure. It's okay. A drag sometimes when the surf is good at the beach, but Dad's a professional wrestler, and he really believes in physical fitness."
"Yen ... I guess he would have to believe it."
"Maybe you've heard of him? They call him... they call him Maniac Morgan! Of course, he's not really a maniac. Jeez! Ordinarily he's the most gentle guy in the world." It was said wistfully.
"Sounds like you think he's pretty great."
"Yeah, my dad's real fine." He cocked his head as a dog suddenly began barking in excitement. "That's Wolf. Sounds like he's treed a cat. Better see before he gets his nose clawed again."
Willie dashed around the pool and easily jumped the fence, was gone only a few seconds before he came back followed by a big beautiful German shepherd who romped at his heels. The dog paused, alert, as he spotted Jack lying by the pool, then came slowly forward, his tail wagging, and sniffed his leg.
"Get down, Wolf," Willie ordered.
"Wow! He sure is big," Jack said, unable to conceal his admiration. "Where'd you get him?"
"Dad got him to act as a baby-sitter for me. He trained him to act as a real watch dog, but he won't hurt you if you're a friend.
"Where's your mom?"
Willie looked away. "She died."
"That's too bad," Jack answered nervously.
"It was a long time ago. Anyway, Wolf takes care of me when Dad's gone." The boy patted the big dog's head and hugged him while Wolf licked his face with his big red tongue. "See, he loves me."
"That's great, man," Jack sighed. "I never had a dog. My mom doesn't like them." He leaned over and scratched the animal behind the ear and was rewarded by a lick. Jack laughed out loud and the sound carried into the kitchen, causing Cynthia to look out through the window.
She really wasn't very surprised to see the muscular teenaged boy from next door. He was outgoing, but seemed almost a loner - like Jack. Several times he had said "hello" to her. But, he was the son of the big ox of a man who leered at her, and she had resisted all the boy's efforts to be friendly. That arrogant father of his thought he was really something. Wearing revealing shirts and pants that fit him like a second skin. "Maniac" Morgan, the newspapers called him. And it was a good name, she thought. God! Anyone could see the horse-cock he had in his pants. He made damned sure they could all see the size of it. She momentarily wondered what kept him from splitting his tight pants right down the front every time he stooped over.
She'd never known Morgan's wife, but she knew that he was a widower. He probably killed her with his big stick! She shivered and returned to her thoughts of the young boys who had just energetically swam five laps and had now fallen exhausted into the lounge chairs by the swimming pool. The powerfully rippling muscles of the youth from next door caught her eye, and unexpectedly she felt a sudden shiver of excitement. He was larger than Jack, and probably his penis was larger too ... I wonder if he's had much experience with women. Frightened at her lewd train of thoughts, the young dark-haired wife automatically reached for the cabinet that held the bottle of brandy. Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn't touched it all day. That was very strange! Maybe she should leave it along. But as the exciting image of the handsome teenager from next door returned to haunt her, she grabbed the bottle with shaking hands and poured it into the coffee cup she'd just finished washing.
Abruptly, she decided to drink the brandy and then go out and join the boys for a swim. Afterwards, she could invite him in ... for a Coke. After all, that would be legitimate ... he was a neighbor!
Shrugging off the warnings emanating from her brain, Cynthia hurried to the bedroom and put on a bikini so skimpy that just about every inch of her sensual flesh was nakedly exposed. After a moment of thought, she put on a pair of dark sunglasses so that no one could see her eyes. When she moved in front of the mirror, she casually noted that her breast would fall out if she stooped over, and also, a few curling black pubic hairs trailed out the edge of her bikini bottoms. The outline of her fleshy vaginal lips could be seen each time she turned, and the young wife smiled in satisfaction at the enticing sight of her nakedly curving ass cheeks. What the hell, she rationalized. Jack's seen it already and Willie won't even notice ... unless I tease him a little. Seductively, Cynthia sauntered from the bedroom, out the kitchen door and, deliberately swaying her hips in a provocative manner, she stepped onto the diving board. She was just about to dive in when she turned as if surprised and said, "Well, hello, Willie. I didn't know you were here."
The blushing younger boy had already seen his almost naked neighbor and was too embarrassed to even look at her. Now as he stared at her lewdly positioned body, feet a few inches apart and her fleshy upthrust breasts thrust out toward him, he felt his excitement suddenly becoming a drumbeat in his groin. He gaped in wonder and whispered, in a voice that could hardly speak, "Hi ... Hi, Mrs. Sloane."
Jack was also staring and his head reeled at the vision of his beautiful Aunt who was his mistress. "I invited him over," he stammered. "It's all right isn't it?"
"Oh sure ... sure," she answered as she turned and quickly dove into the pool.
Jack was so embarrassed that the couldn't look at his newly made friend. Christ! How could Cynthia come outside with that tight little suit on? Her whole pussy was almost showing, and she seemed to be proud of it ... as if she were advertising it!
"Jeez! Shit!" Willie groaned, "She's something!" His eyes were bugged out on a stem and without thinking, he let out a wolf whistle that pierced Jack's ears.
"Yeah," the blond youth said in a whisper. He wished he could knock the younger boy's teeth out. It was rude to whistle at a lady but then, Cynthia hadn't looked like a lady ... no, she looked almost like a whore! Jealousy was a new sentiment for Jack, but that was what he was feeling. He wanted to be the only one to see his aunt's voluptuous body.
Seconds later, Cynthia jumped up and out of the pool and jiggled across the cement edging toward the boys. Wolf who had been lying in the shade came racing back and jumped up on the wet dripping woman. She trembled from fear and shrank back, nervously trying to escape the big dog who was already licking at her moist face. "Get away! Oh God! Get away from me!" she practically screamed. The brunette housewife was frightened of all big dogs. When she had been only ten years old, a big Doberman Pincer had attacked her. Her mother had chased him away before he chewed her too badly, but the fear had remained to this day, and she refused to have any kind of dog around her.
Wolf dropped to the ground and began licking her legs instead. By now she was shivering so badly that she stood still afraid to move. The big German shepherd sniffed upward from her ankles and stopped at the 'vee' of her loins. He sniffed, and then gave one big swiping lick at her water-dripping vaginal slit covered only by the thin piece of nylon. Cynthia was too shocked to control the gasp that escaped her fear tightened throat. She felt the first tremors of sexual desire inundating her loins and she was confused. How could she possibly become excited by a frightful animal sniffing at her vagina. She was staring with glazed eyes at the two youths when she heard the neighbor boy saying, "Wolf ... stop that!"
The dog, however, only nuzzled in deeper and his tongue licked the insides of her thigh.
Willie jumped up and slapped the big German shepherd on his haunches. Wolf had never been hit by his master before, and he stared at him with mournful eyes as he slunk away with his tail hanging down. He lay in the shade again staring at Willie, his eyes asking for an explanation.
"I'm ... I don't know why he did that, Mrs. Sloane. I'll take him home if you want me to.
"No, that's all right Willie, as long as he stays away from me. I'm terribly frightened of dogs," Cynthia shivered, then forced a smile. "Why don't we go in and have something cold to drink? That way he can't bother me."
"He wouldn't hurt you ... unless I told him to. And I ain't gonna do that," Willie was shamed, but also protective of Wolf.
"He might not hurt me, but he sure has a big mouth ... and God, what a tongue," she said and shuddered. That broke the ice and all three of them laughed as they walked to the kitchen door. Cynthia went to her room to run a comb through her hair, and when she came back to the kitchen she found the two youths laughing and whispering together like old time friends. For a moment she felt left out as she stood at the sink filling the three glasses with cold lemonade. If she let them get too close, Jack might go off with Willie and leave her alone all the time. No, she couldn't have that. It would even be worse now that she'd had a taste of being happy. But on the other hand, if she included the youth from next door in her plans, she wouldn't have to worry.
Thoughtfully, she placed the lemonade in front of the boys and sat down herself. Vaguely, she heard them discussing going to the beach, but all she thought of was what it would be like to have two youthfully virile penises sliding in and out of her vagina, giving her double enjoyment. Shaking with excitement, she suddenly jumped up from the chair and went to the sink where she stood staring out the window. It was a terrible thing she was contemplating - the corruption of yet another teenaged boy. But this one was even more dangerous than her nephew. He had a father close at hand!
And his father was an awful man! She just knew it. And he probably was sadistic as well! A shudder went through her body as she made her decision. She would do it. And to hell with the consequences.
Turning back toward the boys to say something, she caught them whispering again. Pretending that she was angry with them, she snapped, "Jack, what are you talking about?"
This was going to be easy! And she didn't even have to figure it out! It was right there in front of her. Before her teenaged nephew could answer, she continued, "You promised! You promised to keep our secret."
"But... Cyn ..."
"Don't Cyn me ... Aunt Cynthia to you," she ranted. "Now you've told Willie everything."
"No ... you're wrong...! wouldn't ... I didn't ..." he stammered, almost in pain as he saw his aunt cover her eyes with her hands and begin to sob.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mrs. Sloane. He didn't ..." Willie gasped, confused at the violence of her accusation. Unable to finish the sentence, he tried to stand up and leave the house, but with teenaged awkwardness knocked the chair over with a loud crash.
"Don't lie to me ... he did. I know he did," Cynthia sobbed in pretended betrayal. When neither one of the startled boys said anything, she continued, "Admit that you told him, Jack ... I know you told him I let you make love to me."
"You're nuts... you don't know what you're saying," Jack said heatedly as he stood up and backed away from her. Repulsed at what she was saying in front of his newly made friend. "I didn't ... I didn't ... I didn't ..."
"Wha ... wha ... I thought she said ..." Willie stammered. "What did she say. Jack?"
"I'm ... you mean you didn't ... you weren't whispering about me?" Cynthia asked in an obviously distraught voice. "I thought ... I was sure ...Oh God, honey, please forgive me."
Quickly, she rushed to her youthful nephew and hugged him tightly against her practically naked breast and crooned, "Please forgive me, honey ... I'm so sorry ..."
"It's okay, but ... but now Willie knows ...you told him." he had a frightened look on his face.
"Willie, you have to keep our secret now ... you mustn't ever tell anyone that I let Jack fuck me," she slurred over the obscene word, but Willie still didn't miss it and that was the way she'd planned it: get him interested and then tell him more.
"Wha ... what did you say. Mrs. Sloane?" the neighbor boy gasped, his virile young cock lurching in his swimming trunks.
"Should I tell him anymore, Jack," she asked, making a frown of concern showing on her face.
"I guess so! The more he knows, the easier for him to keep it a secret," Jack trembled, ashamed of what his friend was going to hear. Not ashamed of having done it, but not wanting anyone to know about it.
"It's nothing really, Willie. I'm just teaching my nephew about the art of love-making. You see, he was still a virgin when he came here, and needed help."
"Ah ... that's nothing. Jack ... I ... me, too," he gasped as he jiggled his foot nervously.
"Well, of course you know that part of love-making is the act of intercourse, or better known in your circles as fucking," Cynthia said seriously, still controlling the grin that threatened to break through.
"Jesus Christ," Willie choked. Abruptly he was frightened by what was transpiring and he knew he had to get the hell out of this nut house. Mrs. Sloane didn't know what she was saying. They couldn't do a thing like that! They were kin-folks! Still, though, in spite of his resolve to leave, he heard his own surprised voice croaking: ''You don't mean it ... Jack ... did you ... I mean did she let you?" The younger boy appeared in a state of shock and unbelieving confusion. It was true he was still a virgin, but he'd always had crawling hands and every chance he got he would feel up a girl. Boobs were his favorite, but once in a while when he was with his girlfriend, Molly, he'd put his hand up her mini-skirt and feel her hot little pussy before she made him take it away. And maybe, one day he'd even fuck her. But a beautiful grown up woman like Mrs. Sloane? Jesus! His comprehension couldn't handle that one.
"That's what she said," Jack drew himself up and said bravely. He wasn't going to let her make a fool of him in front of Willie, and then have his new friend go off somewhere and tell everyone that Jack Morgan was an idiot. After all, he was a man now and had to act like one. "Yeah, sure we fucked. So what?"
"Ah ... sure ... yeah!" The teenager from next door stammered as his eyes lit up with lewd interest, and once again his voice spoke as if it had a mind of its own. "Tell me about it. I don't know anything either."
"All right, darling. I will if you promise never to breath a word of it to anyone. In fact, if you swear that you'll keep our secret, I'll let you watch the next lesson."
"Aunt Cyn!"
''I promise ... I promise ... Scout's honor ... I promise ..." Willie broke in, dancing with excitement, his throbbing penis about to kill him already.
"Aunt Cyn," Jack continued. "You can't. I don't want you to ... " His pleading voice and stricken eyes surprised Cynthia, but she was far too excited now to let his protests thwart her plans.
"Wouldn't you like to pull my swim suit down, honey so Willie can see?"
Jack was numb with shock and embarrassment. He wanted to run away from it all, but if he made her angry she might never let him see her again. Hanging his head in indecision, the teenage nephew shivered with a combination of lewd excitement and anguish. It was all right for the two of them to do it, but it would be awful to have someone watching.
"Well, maybe Willie will do it for you," Cynthia teased, standing with her legs spread apart and hands on her hips.
"No ... I ... I'll do it if you want me to," he stammered. "Are you sure ... you know what your doing, don't you?" His trapped looking eyes moved from one to the other of his captors.
"Yes, Jack, honey, I'm sure. You do love me, don't you?" she pouted, her lewd thoughts of the two youths, both naked at the same time and fucking her one after the other, almost drove her out of her mind. But then, some strange sense of disaster suddenly shivered through her almost naked body and she tried to rationalize what she was doing. She shouldn't take such a terrible chance! She already had her sweet young nephew, so why was she doing this terrible thing. Seducing the son of her next door neighbor! But, it was already too late. Willie knew about her and Jack, and if she didn't involve him too, he would probably tell his father about it. Blackmail was the only way out. Besides, now she could ease her fevered brain by proving that it was a necessity ... a protection against the next door youth revealing her secret.
Anyway, the time for shame and second-thoughts had passed, evaporated under the intense heat of her forbidden desire. She turned to her teenage nephew and eagerly said, "Take my swim panties off, honey."
Jack nervously moved toward his aunt and reached for the top of her bikini pants. The second he felt the warm naked flesh of her taut little belly, he groaned at the hungry need that suddenly filled him. There was no time for feeling ashamed now, only time for caressing her lushly exciting body. And then, he peeled the tight swim bottoms down over the fleshy globes of her soft white buttocks, down the long slender columns of her legs, and quickly dropped them to the floor where Cynthia stood.
Impatiently, she kicked them aside and smiled seductively at the staring faces of the two open-mouthed youths. Teasingly then, she reached behind her and removed the brassiere-top letting it jump forward as her firm upthrust breasts lurched free of the restricting cloth. Then, lifting it over her head, she dropped it to the floor alongside her panties and stood posing in front of them.
Jack was taking in every inch of his aunt's sensually familiar nakedness while the youth from next door gaped in startled disbelief. The lewdly exciting sight and his own painfully throbbing cock combined to frighten him. It was really too much for his youthful brain to accept, and his only thought was of getting away from the naked woman in front of him before he did something he might be sorry for later. He moved nervously back a step toward the door.
"Did I do something wrong, Willie? Don't you like my body?" she murmured as she held out her arms and moved toward him.
"Yes ... sure, Mrs. Sloane, I like you a lot, but... but... ," his voice cracked with adolescent anxiety. "I think ... I hear my Dad calling."
"No you don't. Your father is working," she soothed. "It's all right. All you're going to do is watch."
Willie hesitated, stared at Jack, and then seemed to relax, and reconsider. His friend didn't seem to be afraid and it was his aunt. Maybe it was all right after all. He'd never heard of such a thing, but his Dad had always kept a close watch on him ... and was awful strict about sex!
Taking the young neighbor by the hand, she led him back to where her nephew was standing and said, "Jack, take Willie to the bedroom ... your room. I'll be right there."
No sooner had the two boys disappeared than Cynthia quickly lifted the brandy bottle from the cupboard and drank straight from the bottle. God! She needed that liquid courage. Now, it would be all right, for sure!
Seconds later, she, too, walked down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As soon as she saw the two boys sitting silent on the edge of the bed, she smiled and said, "Willie, I think you should sit on the chair so you can see better."
Too choked up to speak, his eyes still wide and staring, the teenaged neighbor looked at the older woman with glazed eyes, unable to turn away. His wildly pulsating penis jerked again when he saw her reach for her own nephew and begin stripping his swim suit down his hips and legs, completely removing them. He saw his newly made friend's penis jump out and stand straight up, and realized that his would do the same thing if she took his trunks off.
Cynthia turned and looked momentarily at Willie, but changed her mind about removing his clothes, too. It might be safer to let him keep his pants on for the time being. The poor baby was white as a sheet and looked like he was scared to death.
Knowing that she was the star performer in a scene they all would remember for always, Cynthia reached down with trembling fingers and touched her nephew's rigidly stiffened penis. It jerked and lurched like a broken spring. Slowly, she enclosed the warmly throbbing hardness in the palm of her hand and circled her fingers tightly around its slender length, causing both youths to groan with excitement.
"Lie down, baby, quickly," she said urgently. She had to have his beautiful young cock up inside her lewdly pulsing vagina now! Her powerful sexual demands were begging for release, and the brandy she'd drank was urging her on to action. "You must show Willie how you do it."
The neighbor boy sat nervously in the chair near the bed and stared at his new friend as Jack lay down on the bed and spread his legs, the older woman still holding his wildly lurching cock. His own penis was about to kill him, but he sure didn't want her to know about it. Shit! He would sure like to be in Jack's place. When he saw Mrs. Sloane begin a slow steady stroking of her nephew's lust-hardened cock, Willie's entire brain became inflamed with the salacious scene in front of him ... his own uncomfortable position forgotten. Mrs. Sloane was lovingly and tenderly sliding her fingers up and down over Jack's teenage rod of flesh, and teasingly nipped at the blood engorged head with her thumb and forefinger. Willie could see his friend's closed eyes and the look of far-out pleasure etched on his face.
Abruptly his own persistently throbbing penis bothered him again and he recklessly reached down and began to caress his swim-trunk covered erection. With his conscious mind finally accepting the overpowering lewdness of what the woman and boy were doing, Willie shoved his hand down inside his swim suit, gripped his long hard cock and began stroking it.
When the naked older woman moved her body up and over the naked boy lying on his back, Willie gaped at her hair-lined pussy slit and began stroking his pulsating shaft of erotic sensation even harder, fighting to keep from dimming. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he continued to stare at the hovering pink slit directly over his friend's fully erected penis.
Slowly and teasingly, Cynthia lowered her quivering vaginal opening down, down, down, until the bulbous head of her nephew's rock-hard young cock pressed into the soft fleshy lips of her feverish cunt. Leaning forward, balancing herself on all fours, the youthful aunt leaned forward and scraped her breasts against his cock, then pressed her mouth into his ear, "Shove your sweet, wonderful penis in, honey. Show Willie what it looks like."
Instinctively, Jack thrust his hips upward, burying his pulsating penis deep inside his aunt's warmly chafing cunt. Her pussy was so hot and tight that he gurgled with lewd desire, and his face went slack, his eyes fixed on her lust-contorted expression. Cynthia responded with a loud moan of incestuous pleasure and began bouncing up and down on his virile young shaft, riding him like a horse, tightening her vaginal muscles to feel every pulsating inch of his youthful flesh sliding in and out of her tingling vaginal passage.
Cynthia trembled with a combination of hot alcoholic and sexual drunkenness. Her shamelessly aroused body felt an absolute power over the innocent young boy beneath her. Oh God! He brought her pleasure like she'd never known with a grown man, and now that she was experiencing it, she'd never give it up. Never! Her nakedly kneeling body shuddered in anxiousness for the moment she would let her next door neighbor's son do the same thing to her. She lifted her face and smiled at the lewd sight of Willie Morgan sitting in the chair with his hand inside his swim trunks and jerking away like mad. The youth was staring with glazed eyes, unable to look away even when she grinned at him. Well, she'd do something about that later ... right now ... she needed her nephew lover to satisfy her.
Obscene fires of lust gnawed at her nerve endings and Cynthia's naked flesh tingled with throbbing hunger as her teenage nephew fucked in and out of her tightly clutching vagina, taunting her erect clitoris with his slender hardened shaft of flesh as his youthful hips smacked upward into her pelvis, forcing her thighs even farther apart.
"Oooohhhhh ... Cyn ..." Jack choked as his aunt began twisting and writhing on top of him, tightening her soft warm pussy and using her vaginal muscles to nip and squeeze the end of his painfully throbbing cock. ''Oh shit ... Cyn ... shit ... I can't help i t ... I'm ... Aaaa gggghhhhhhh!"
Cynthia's mind was a bubbling cauldron of incestuous desire, and his words only spurred her on to give him even more pleasure. He was already helpless against her sexual stimulation, and she smiled to herself in lustful satisfaction as his hips rose and fell, driving his beautiful rigid cock ever deeper up into her greedy vagina.
"Yes ... oh yes, darling ... fuck it ... fuck ... oh yes ... harder! Harder! Harder!" she chanted, forgetting all about Willie.
The obscenity spewing from his aunt's mouth was too much for the teenage boy, and he suddenly rasped with a lust-constricted voice, "Oh Cyn ... I'm cumming ... I can't hold it ... I can't ... Aaaggggghhhhhhh! I'M CUMMING ... CU ... CUMMING!"
Cynthia wasn't ready for him to climax ... she was on the verge of orgasm, but not there yet. Oh shit, she thought in disgust, I'll just have to get it hard again! And then, as she felt her nephew's wildly jerking penis ejaculating up inside her hungrily throbbing pussy, she lifted her face and only when she saw the distorted face of the lust-crazed neighbor boy did she remember that he was there. Well, there was her answer! She'd just have to use Willie's hardened young cock to finish her off.
"Willie, baby," she called seductively. "You shouldn't be doing that nasty thing ... by yourself. Come here to me," She lifted one leg and moved to the foot of the bed away from her loudly breathing nephew and, still kneeling on all fours, waved her smoothly rounded buttocks backward in lewd invitation. "Come on Willie, play with my pussy instead. You can't fuck me, yet, but you can play with me, and it'll make you cum."
Willie was so excited that he didn't question her reasoning, as a matter of fact, he was satisfied just to touch her beautiful body. Quickly he jumped up and moved across the room to the foot of the bed behind her nakedly kneeling body.
"Take off your swim suit first,"
Cynthia said, staring back at him, wanting to get a look at his youthful penis.
Willie stripped the swim suit from his buttocks and shoved it down his muscular thighs and quickly stepped out of it.
Oh yes, he has such a beautiful cock. Cynthia leered at the hardened virile shaft and thought that even though it was bigger than Jack's, it couldn't possibly feel better.
And then, dropping to his knees behind the nakedly kneeling neighbor woman, Willie began caressing her softly curving ass-cheeks. Moving down to the widely split crevice, he timidly dipped his outstretched middle fingers into the wetly clasping flesh up between her quivering thighs. When she groaned in encouragement, he began to slide them back and forth through her cum-moistened vaginal slit. The lewdness of her nakedly waving hips drove his already lust-tortured body to make further experiments. His heart was hammering out of his chest as his already dampened middle finger moved upward and tentatively pushed against her puckering anal ring. Her lewd groan of delight was immediately followed by the backward thrust of her puckering anus, and his finger slipped unimpeded into the hot buttery depths of her rectum.
Balancing herself on her shoulders, Cynthia reached back and pulled the fleshy globes of her buttocks apart so that he could see not only the entire naked slit of her cunt, but the puckered little hole of her anus as it nibbled in hunger at his impaling finger.
The obscenity of the scene in front of him provoked the young boy into such an intolerable state of sexual desire that his cum-filled balls felt as if they were about to explode. Oh shit, why couldn't he fuck her too? All he needed to do was shove his madly throbbing penis inside her hot little cunt once, and that would be all there was to it. He'd cum without even moving it.
"Do you like that, Willie, darling," Cynthia taunted, teasingly wiggling her ass-cheeks back at the neighbor boy kneeling behind her.
Willie Morgan was almost incoherent as he gasped and struggled for breath. His painfully throbbing cock was lurching in impatience as his outstretched finger sawed in and out of the older woman's lewdly puckering anus.
Cynthia could feel the heat boiling up in her belly, and she was moaning in frustration, wanting the handsome boy to fuck her with his long hard penis instead of just his finger, but she knew it was important to let him be the aggressor. If it was his decision then, it would be his responsibility and he'd have to keep it a secret.
While the nakedly kneeling brunette's thoughts were going wild, Willie's mind was also reeling with the impact of what he was witnessing. The salacious sight of the older woman's gaping pink pussy slit, and the actuality of his finger impaling her asshole was too much for his immature mind. Suddenly, he knew he was going to stick his cock up inside her soft warm cunt, even if she killed him ... or even if she told his father. He just couldn't help himself! It was almost as if he were hypnotized. Slowly, shuddering with the knowledge of what he was planning to do, Willie grasped his pulsating shaft and shuffled forward until the blood-filled end of his cock was nuzzling into the hair between her legs. Then without warning, he rammed forward, never missing a stroke of his plunging finger in and out of her forbidden hole. He almost screamed with overpowering ecstasy as his long rod of male flesh was buried to the hilt deep inside the soft liquid heat of her tightly clenching vagina. Then groaning, he held his lust-hardened penis motionless up inside her hotly moistened passage, afraid to move for fear of blowing the top of his head off.
"Oh no ... no ... " Cynthia wiggled in a false attempt to dislodge the boy's solid fleshy instrument. "I don't want you to fuck me! No ... you can't do that."
But even as the brunette woman struggled, loud gasps of pleasure came out of her throat as she felt exquisite rapture from the youth's virilely throbbing penis. The combination of his long hard cock deep up inside her vagina and his outstretched finger sawing in and out of her rectum whipped the submissively kneeling housewife to the verge of an immediate orgasm. Oh God! She needed him to move his penis ... fuck her hard and deep. Just a couple of strokes -that was all she needed.
Meanwhile, Willie's young cock was pulsating so rapidly that he was sure he was going to cum before he ever got a chance to move it. In determination, he gritted his teeth and began a wild maniacal thrusting of his painfully swollen penis, in and out of Mrs. Sloane's hotly clasping pussy. Animal-like groans escaped his lust-hoarsened throat and the moans were answered by the older woman as he rhythmically rammed his middle finger into her tightly nibbling anal hole.
"Oooohhhhhh ... aaaaaa ggghhhhhhh ... it feels good ... I guess I'll let you ... but you shouldn'ttttttt ..." Cynthia suddenly became a writhing mass of lust. "Harder ... lover ... Oh shit, fuck me harder."
Willie was only vaguely aware of her words, but it didn't make any difference. He was going to fuck her even if she said he couldn't. He was unable to stop now ... he had to cum. Her pussy was too hot and tight ... he felt his orgasm building too soon, but there was not a way to stop it, and he didn't care. "Aaagggghhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh" he gurgled as his virile young sperm spewed high up inside her vaginal cavity and rammed his finger as far as he could up into her rectal passage. His convulsive actions brought a feeling of masochistic pain to Cynthia's sensitive anus, but before she could complain, she felt her own climax hit her with the force and suddenness of a sonic boom, and she began wailing in delight.
Cynthia gasped out her ecstasy while Willie emptied every drop of his white hot semen high up inside her hungrily nibbling pussy. The youth had thought about what it would be like to cum inside a woman's cunt, but it would have been impossible for him to describe what it really felt like ... even now. It was so powerful that it blanked out the conscious mind and besides, there were no words to do it justice. But there was one thing he would remember for the rest of his life ... the incredible relaxation that enveloped his body in a cocoon of satisfaction. And then, as he collapsed to the floor at the foot of the bed, his penis pulling from her cum-filled pussy, and his trembling finger popping out of the tightly restricting anal muscles, he felt the most overpowering love for Mrs. Sloane ... he would worship her forever.
Cynthia collapsed on her heaving belly, nakedly displayed beside her nephew whose eyes were still closed. He had heard his aunt and Willie, but having been satisfied himself, he was willing for his friend to enjoy it too.
Now, he lifted his head and looked at Cynthia's nakedly displayed body and momentarily wondered if he would always have to share her with Willie now that he knew all about them. Reaching out in loving compassion, he cuddled her to his naked body, his mouth pressed against the soft flesh of her right breast.
"My darling," she murmured as she smiled in contentment as Jack sucked her nipple up into his mouth and used his teeth on the sensitive flesh.
Suddenly her smile faded to a frown and her mind flooded with the knowledge that she had let her neighbor's young son make love to her. Quickly, she sat up on the bed and whispered, "Willie! I told you not to do it to me. You forced me. Now, you're a rapist."
"But ... I didn't ... you ... did I?" he stammered, fear filling his ecstasy-glazed eyes.
"Yes, you did. You raped me!" She paused a second, then smiled. "But I'll forgive you if you promise not to tell anyone what you did. You must give me your word that you'll keep it a secret."
"I won't tell a soul ... I promise," the youth whispered gratefully.
"Well, just you remember. It will be your neck if you do tell. I have Jack for a witness. He'll say that you raped me."
She studied his troubled face thoughtfully for a moment, then winked and put her hand under her left breast. "Jack's busy with my other tit, but this one's for you, darling ... if you want it!"
A moment later she had her arms around each of the naked teenagers, each of whom was sucking like an infant on her breasts.
No woman has ever been happier, she thought ... she lay back in contentment as the boys paid homage to her body.
CHAPTER SIX
The summer passed too quickly for them all.
Seven weeks later Cynthia Sloane had stopped worrying about the right or wrong of what she was doing. Also, she had lost all anxiety of someone finding out about it. She had worked out a sure-fire system where her husband couldn't possibly find out and had also filched some of his dirty pictures to hold over his head if he ever said anything. Actually, she was sure Dr. John Sloane was happy that she'd stopped bugging him. He seemed to be more at ease with her now that she didn't complain. A couple of times she'd even come close to orgasm with him when he came to bed turned on from looking at his lewd pornographic photographs.
As for herself, the young housewife had long since obliterated all shame and regret for what she was doing to the two once-innocent boys. They liked making love to her and most especially liked her sucking their youthful cocks while they climaxed. They were happy. She was happy. Her husband was happy. So who could say that what she was doing was wrong?
Now, as she lay in bed basking in the soft twilight of sleep and pleasant thought, she heard the voices of Jack and Willie coming from her nephew's bedroom. The next door neighbor boy was in her house just about all day every day and had been for several weeks. Fortunately, with the swimming pool, she had a good excuse for him being there. Now as the whispers and giggles penetrated her waking brain, she trembled as she realized for the first time that the summer was almost over. It was impossible to imagine being alone again. Would she revert back to being an unhappy neurotic wife?
She knew that once Jack was gone, Willie would be in school and couldn't be at her house every day without his father becoming suspicious. Selfishly, she didn't think of what would happen to the two teenage boys ... or what their life was going to be like after they left her loving arms.
Logically, she felt she was right not to worry. Youth forgets and adjusts to new experiences far more easily than an adult. But the one thing she thought about and wanted to do was protect the two boys at all cost. They had given her such unforgettable pleasure that she never wanted them to hurt because of it. And then, shivering with undisguised fear, she suspected that her punishment, if she were to be punished, would be the loneliness after they were gone. If you've never known heaven, she thought, you don't know what it is. But once you've felt the ecstasy of total sexual satisfaction, there is no going back. Nothing can take the place of it.
Suddenly she lurched into full consciousness as she heard the front door doorbell ring. Unwilling to go to the door, she crawled across the bed and peered out the bedroom window to see who it was. She had an unobstructed view of the front door because her husband had planned it that way so she wouldn't open the door to strangers.
Now, she saw Willie Morgan's father standing at the door. Disgustingly ugly, Cynthia thought as she saw the tough-looking wrestler punch the doorbell again. A second later the boys went laughingly down the hallway toward the front door. She listened at the window and heard Willie say, "I'm here, Dad. I thought it might be you."
"It's okay, son. I'm going to the gym to work out. Wanta come with me?"
"No! It's too hot, Dad. Jack and I are going to swim."
"If it's okay with Mrs. Sloane, I don't mind," she heard the big man saying. "You're sure you aren't making a pest out of yourself?
"She's asleep now, but you can call her and ask her," Willie said.
"Honest, Mr. Morgan, it's all right. Aunt Cynthia said so," she heard her nephew interject.
Cynthia Sloane was totally unaware of the worried man's thoughts as he turned away from the door and walked away. She didn't know that he'd become suspicious of his son staying at his neighbors so much of the time. Willie didn't talk to him anymore, didn't work out at the gym ... seemed a helluva lot older, too, all of a sudden. Also, when he had left his son earlier that day, he had a premonition that something was drastically wrong.
As Cynthia's eyes followed him down the driveway, she didn't know that he almost turned around and went back to get Willie and take him with him. All she was aware of was the fact that she had the two handsome young boys to play with again all day. The dark-haired housewife drew back from the window as Willie's father turned around and stared at the house. He was so big! And that awful bulge of his genitals in those tight pants ... and the way he leered when he looked at her! She shivered at just the thought of that monster touching her. He probably had a horse-cock that would split her wide open! She shuddered and immediately dismissed the thought of him as she remembered the pleasure Jack and Willie were wanting to give her.
Today was going to be a special day. She'd promised Willie to show him something new. Well, let's see ... what hadn't they done? She'd been thoroughly satisfied with her neighbor's muscular son from the very first time, but he still couldn't take the place of her nephew. Jack was extra special. Probably the lewd excitement she felt stemmed from the fact that her relationship with Jack was incestuous and therefore absolutely forbidden.
She grinned as she remembered her nephew demanding that she give up Willie. He was jealous and wanted her all to himself he'd said, but she'd convinced him that they had no choice but to share with Willie, otherwise he might give away their secret. Only after convincing him that she wasn't interested in replacing him with the younger boy did he accept his friend and since then even seemed to be happier having Willie as a partner in team-fucking her.
It was strange, but even after such a long time, she still became shamelessly excited every time she saw her nephew naked and his slender penis so virilely hardened. Suddenly now, she realized that her eagerly throbbing vagina was beginning to moisten and prepare for today's "lesson." She'd have to make it short this morning because this was shopping day. After all, in spite of the fun and games, she had to keep up with the daily activities expected of her.
And then she saw the door slowly opening and two tousled heads appear, eyes wide and round. She pretended sleep and listened while they tiptoed in.
"I think she's still asleep," Willie whispered.
"Yeah, I guess so," Jack sighed.
"Sure wish she'd wake up."
"Hey, I got an idea," her teenage nephew whispered.
"Yeah, what?"
"Let's take the sheet_ off and then wake her up ... slowly, and then if she doesn't wake up, I'll spread her legs and stick my cock into her pussy before she knows what hit her."
"Okay ... want some help?" the neighbor boy asked.
Jack motioned with his finger for his friend to go to the other side of the bed. Then silently they lifted the sheet and pulled it down.
Cynthia could hear their gasp of unchecked desire as they saw her nakedly displayed body. She was lying on her back, arm over her head, and her legs slightly parted with one knee bent. A perfect position for what they had in mind, she thought, desperately trying to pretend sleep and hoping her lewd excitement wouldn't spoil the game for them.
The lovely brunette woman lay perfectly still as she felt her nephew quietly climb on the foot of the bed and creep upward until he was poised over her nakedly exposed vaginal slit. And then she felt the heated tip of his penis pressing into the already moistened slit of her vagina. Oh God! Why didn't he hurry and put it in her? She was going crazy with lust as she lay still, waiting for Jack to slam his long hard cock deep up inside her vagina.
What she couldn't see with her eyes closed was the obscene desire etched on her nephew's youthful face. Unable to control his hunger any longer, he slammed downward with his rigidly stiffened penis and impaled her tight little cunt with one long thrust.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed in lewd delight, giving up the pretense of sleeping, and wrapping her long lithe legs around his naked buttocks.
Her cry was so loud that Jack almost lost his erection and Willie seemed almost poised for flight, his hand on the doorknob. The two boys looked at each other as they realized the voluptuous older woman had been awake all the time and began laughing.
A smile spread across Cynthia's face. She giggled and said, "You took long enough."
"You were awake all the time,"
Jack snickered.
"That was fun," Willie said, subsiding in a silent grin as the older woman nodded in reply.
"Well, that was your special for today," Cynthia teased. "I gotta go shopping. How about some help?"
"Can't," Willie said. "A friend, Tim Malone, is coming to stay all night with me. Dad will be home at one o'clock, too."
"We'd better hurry, then." The smiling woman reached down and slowly began massaging Willie's penis in rhythm to the strokes of Jack's warmly pulsating hardness fucking in and out of her tight vaginal passage. Then she pulled him forward until his hardy young cock was close to her face. She closed her eyes in rapture and ovalled her lips as she sucked his pulsing virility into the soft warm wetness of her mouth.
And with that, the room became silent except for the lewd sounds of sexual fervor that rose in intensity and then became sighs of satisfaction as the two young boys and the older woman became one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That evening at Willie's house there were two youthful heads close together with long bouts of whispering between them.
"Hey Tim," Willie whispered as they lay side by side in twin beds. "Did you ever fuck a girl?"
"Wha ... what did you say," his long time friend asked in barely a whisper.
"Did you ever ball a girl?"
"Course not! You know I'm scared to death of girls," the thin, immature redheaded boy replied.
"Well, I wanta tell you something," Willie looked around as though expecting someone to hear and sneakily turned back to his friend.
"About a girl?"
"Well, kinda. But you gotta promise to never tell anyone," Willie said warningly.
"I promise," Tim Malone whispered, his eyes big and round.
"Nan! I better not."
"Well, you know I won't tell anyone, but if you don't want to tell me, I don't care," Tim sighed and closed his eyes.
"I want to tell you, but you might give it away," Willie said as he got up from his bed and stepped over to the bed where Tim was lying. Then he knelt down beside him and whispered, "It's really something."
"I promise I won't tell anyone," Tim said as he stared wide-eyed at his friend.
"You know Mrs. Sloane?"
"Who?"
"Next door... you know," Willie said impatiently and used his hands to draw a curvaceous figure in the air.
"Yeah, oh sure. But I thought you were going to tell me about girls," Tim frowned.
"I am. But it's about her ... Mrs. Sloane," Willie paused, caught his breath, and then continued, "Well, she's teaching her nephew how to do it."
"To what?" Tim asked innocently.
"You really are dumb, Tim. Don't you know nothing?"
"Well, I don't know what you're saying about Mrs. Sloane."
"She lets her nephew, who is my friend, fuck her," Willie gasped, feeling his pulsating penis jerking inside his shorts and quickly added, "And she let me do it, too."
"Aw, you're telling a big lie, Willie. A grown up woman wouldn't let you do that."
"I'm not telling a lie," he declared. "It's the truth."
"Don't you worry, Willie," Tim guffawed. "I won't tell anyone that you don't know any more about sex than I do ... or that you tell big lies."
"I'm telling you the truth! What makes you think I didn't?"
"A lady wouldn't let a kid like you ball with her."
"You don't know the truth when you hear it," Willie pouted as he went back to his bed and lay down.
"Yeah!"
"Look man. If she let you do that ... really let you ball her, why did she do it?"
" 'Cause she likes me."
"But she's married, isn't she?"
"Of course."
"Then I don't believe you."
"What can I do to prove it," Willie pleaded. "I'm telling the truth, Tim. I really am."
"Then prove it ... if you can!"
"I don't know ... I don't think Mrs. Sloane would like that. She made me promise not to tell anyone," the teenage boy replied. "She said she'd tell the police I raped her if I told."
"Raped her! Did you?"
"No ... Well ... I don't think I did."
"Don't you know?"
"I had to ball her or die after she let me play with her pussy."
"Willie, you've just got to be telling the biggest lie I ever heard," Tim sighed and turned his back to his friend and tried to go to sleep. After five minutes of silence, he heard Willie whispering again.
"Tim ... are you awake?"
"Yeah!"
"Look, I know I can trust you so I'll prove it to you if you want me to," he ended lamely. "Yeah, sure!"
"Okay, tomorrow morning I'll go over to Mrs. Sloane's house," Willie lifted up on his elbow and continued, "After I leave the house, you wait five minutes and then sneak up to the bedroom window ... you'll have to go into the back yard."
"What if someone sees me?"
"They won't. No one ever comes to see her," Willie said confidently. "Now don't forget. It's the window nearest the pool, and you'll have to give me time to get there."
"Okay, buddy," Tim answered, "if you say so."
Willie nervously said goodnight and closed his eyes, but it was a long time before he could relax enough to sleep. His last thought, just before oblivion came, was: Willie Morgan, you have a big mouth. And you just broke your promise to Mrs. Sloane.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Is that you, Willie, darling," Cynthia crooned as she heard the two youths walking down the hallway after Jack had answered the doorbell.
"Yes, it's me."
"Go in your room, Jack. I'll be right there," the sensual brunette called from her bedroom.
"Yeah, sure," Jack answered as he led Willie into his bedroom.
A few minutes later, Cynthia strode nakedly into the room where they lay on the bed together, and smiled as she said, "Here we are together again." She saw the appraising eyes of the two teenagers widen in admiration and she lifted both hands upward to her melon-like breasts and began caressing the fleshy mounds. Slowly, she stepped to the bed and, leaning over, rubbed the already erect little nipples against Jack's face.
Meanwhile, Tim had waited five minutes by his watch, and hesitantly walked across the neighboring lawn, around to the gate that led to the back of the house, and let himself in. And then, his heart hammering in his throat, he tiptoed to the window where Willie had told him to go. Shit, he was shaking so hard he could hardly breathe. He must be stupid to get himself in a spot like this! He was just about to turn and run away when he heard Mrs. Sloane's sensual voice.
Quickly, he lifted his head up until just his eyes and the top of his head was visible in the window. WOW! He'd never seen a naked woman before! She didn't have a stitch on and ... and she was rubbing her tits against a kid's face. Must be her nephew that Willie was talking about! He felt his own rapidly stiffening cock lurch in his pants as he saw the voluptuous older woman remove her hands from her own naked body and begin peeling the blond boy's swim trunks off.
Inside the room, Cynthia's heart was beating in anxious desire as she thought of playing her daily sex games with the two handsome teenagers. The first time she'd allowed herself to seduce Jack was the day that she'd made the mistake of letting her love-starved body betray her. Now, her mind was hypnotized with her physical need and she lived for the satisfaction that the teenager's long hard cocks brought her. Her voice had become a hoarse whisper when she said, "Fuck me, Jack. Just fuck me."
"What about me?" Willie asked.
"You can watch. I want only Jack to make love to me today."
Willie got off the bed and with a painfully throbbing hard-on, he stood by the door and growled, "No! Me, too! I gotta fuck you, too."
"Not now, darling. Just my baby Jack today." she sighed as she fell across the bed, her long slender thighs lewdly falling open as she lay on her back, posed for the incestuous penetration of her teenaged nephew's slender penis.
Outside the window, Tim was about to die. His erection was so hard that he was dancing up and down, trying to ease the throbbing tingles that spread upward through his youthful belly. Jesus! Mrs. Sloane was actually lying on the bed waiting for the boys to do it to her. His mind was filled with disbelief as he saw the older boy quickly kneel over the doctor's wife. He couldn't stand it any longer! He had to get the hell out of the yard and away from the obscenity that was making his own throbbing penis jump with aching desire. Shit, he had to jack off ... somewhere where no one could see him ... get it out of his system, or go nuts.
Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, Jack was saying, "Cyn, you are great! Balling you is the neatest thing in the whole world!"
"Baby, stop talking and start fucking," she gasped, pulling his mouth down to hers and kissing him passionately as he returned her ardor, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth and nibbling at it between his teeth. She felt the warm sucking motion, and it drove her to an even greater height of pleasure.
"Oh, Aunt Cyn," he gasped as he removed his mouth and kissed her eyes, nose, neck, and then dropped his hot moist lips to her fleshy upthrust breasts. "I gotta do it now ... I gotta ball you!"
"First, let me turn over, honey. I want to do it dog fashion," the incestuous woman said as she lifted up on her knees and waved her fleshy buttocks in the air in front of her nephew's lust-contorted face.
"Oh God! It's beautiful!" Jack gurgled, needing to ram his painfully aching penis deep into her soft pink cunt. He stared in growing delight as Cynthia reached back and used both hands to separate her ass-cheeks so wide that he could see her puckering little anal hole. Then, with all control gone, the teenager slid his virile young cock up and down her wetly heated pussy slit until it was completely coated with her slippery vaginal secretions. Trembling in impatience, he pointed the blood-filled head at the tight little passage to her cunt and shoved forward, burying the full length of his youthful shaft all the way to the hilt with one smooth stroke.
"A A Aggggghhhhh," Cynthia moaned, "So good! Baby, it's so good! Fuck ... fuck ... fuck me Jackieeeeeeee!"
The obscene words spewing from his lovely aunt's mouth was like a goad to the once innocent young boy. He stared down at her smooth rounded buttocks and his penis impaling her hair-lined pussy, and he began pistoning in and out with a passion that shook him all the way to his toes. Oh Jesus! Each time he balled Cyn, it was better than the time before.
Cynthia moaned with salacious desire as she felt the rigid penis of her nephew pulsating like a second heart up inside her vagina. She gazed backwards at Jack's lust-filled eyes, and she wriggled her buttocks back against his youthful loins as she turned to stare at the forlorn neighbor boy who was standing by the bed now, rubbing his cloth-covered erection. But, almost immediately, her interest returned to her nephew kneeling behind her, slamming his wonderfully hardened shaft into her quivering vaginal passage from behind.
Jack withdrew his lurching penis until only the lust-swollen tip was inside her wetly pulsating pussy lips, and then, thrusting his hips forward once again, he buried the solid length of virilely hardened boy-flesh deep up inside her belly.
She felt the overpowering pleasure in her belly and loins as she undulated her white buttocks in wanton circles of lust, squeezing her inner muscles to clutch her nephew's slender rod of rigid flesh plunging into her from behind. Still, in her kneeling position, humbly submitting to her incestuous love, she felt the undeniable buildup of her powerful orgasm.
Willie's eyes were wide open and his mouth hung lax as he reached inside his swim trunks and began rubbing his painfully throbbing cock, his hand now on the naked flesh of his hardened shaft. He had to have release even if she wouldn't let him fuck her.
"Oh God, Cyn," Jack gasped, "It's so good! Your pussy is so hot... and tight!"
"Baby ... I ... I ... fuck me ... harder ... I'm cumming. Aiiiiieeeeeiiiii!" Cynthia moaned as she shivered and jerked, her mind dimmed from the intensity of her climax.
Jack felt his aunt's convulsing cunt open around his wildly jerking cock buried deep inside her pussy, and flood it with warm wet juices. And then, her vaginal muscles began nibbling at his lust-swollen penis to drive him to the verge of his own climax.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, too! Can't help it ... so good ... gotta cum ... Aaaaagggg-hhhhhhhh!" he gurgled as he ejaculated his pent-up sperm deep inside her tautly rippling belly.
"Oh yes ... yes, my sweet baby, fill me with your wonderful cum," Cynthia bucked like a bitch in heat.
"Aaaaggghhh ... ooohhhh," the hoarsened voice of the neighbor boy suddenly split the air, and both Cynthia and Jack turned to stare at the exploding young boy's cock spewing out the top of his walking shorts.
And then the older woman collapsed to the bed on her stomach, and her teenage nephew fell beside her in total satiation. Breathing heavily, the two fell into an ecstatic stupor, too tired to move.
Suddenly, Willie remembered his friend. Quickly, he shoved his deflated penis down inside his pants and went over to the window. He stared out but there was no one there. Hurriedly, he left the bedroom and ran across the lawn to his home and was relieved to find that Tim was waiting for him.
CHAPTER NINE
"Shit man, I thought you'd run out on me," Willie sighed as he dropped to the couch in the living room.
"I ...I... couldn't..." Tim stammered.
"Did you see? Well ..." Willie said impatiently. "Believe me now?"
"Uh ... yes ... I ... I believe you," Tim stammered, unable to tell his friend that he had run away and didn't see him fuck the woman next door. But, he knew that it could have happened so he believed Willie had done it.
"Shit Tim, I got so excited that I came in my pants," Willie exclaimed, and then he looked at his friend who had the same telltale spots on his own pants. A grin split the youth's face, and he pointed at Tim's soiled shorts. "You ... you, too!"
They both laughed self-consciously, the tension finally leaving their weary young bodies, and then in a relaxed state they sat together on the sofa discussing the woman next door.
"Willie, how does it feel when you fuck a woman?"
"There aren't any words to describe it, man ... it's ... it's ..." Willie stammered and then continued, "I think I love Mrs. Sloane. It does that to you."
"Really? Geee!" Tim exclaimed, his eyes wide. "She's too old for you."
"No she's not. If she weren't married, I'd marry her," Willie said emphatically.
"Aw, you're too young to get married."
"Tim, you don't know. Her pussy is so hot and tight... and soft... and ... oh shit! There ain't nothing in the world better than balling Mrs. Sloane."
Unknown to the rapt young boys, Willie's father had entered the house. They didn't hear him open the door or Wolf running to meet him, or his steps down the hallway. The first thing they were aware of was the loud booming voice at the door to the living room. "What the hell did you say, Willie?"
The two unsuspecting youths gasped when they heard the condemning words. Tim looked around for an escape route and Willie stared in fear at his angrily staring father.
"I ... we ... just talking, Dad," he stammered and forced a weak grin on his face. "You know how boys talk."
"I don't believe you, son. I heard a name mentioned. It was Mrs. Sloane, wasn't it?" the irate father snapped. "What have you been doing next door?"
"Nothing ... nothing ... we just swim with Jack," he choked and then a look of enlightenment glowed on his face. "That's it! You heard us talking about swimming at Mrs. Sloane's."
"Tha ... that's right, Mr. Morgan. We were swimming," Tim emitted a girl-like giggle caused by his severe nervousness. "We like to swim."
"Willie, you're lying. I know it," the muscular professional wrestler snapped. "You know I can tell when you're being untruthful."
"But... but, Mr. Morgan," Tim stammered, but quieted when he saw the look on the older man's face.
Meanwhile, Willie wanted to run away and hide. Instinctively he knew that he'd hurt his father in some irretrievable way. He fought to keep from blushing and knew he had to try and keep his father from finding out what had taken place next door. He had to lie even though he knew how his dad hated it.
"Aw gee, Dad. It's nothing. Can't we talk about fucking? We're not babies any more."
"If you say that word again, I'm going to smack your mouth," the angrily upset father snarled. "Now then, tell me the truth, and don't get smart!"
"I didn't do anything," Willie snapped defiantly but was silenced by the look on his dad's face as the older man took two fast steps toward him. Abruptly he felt his shoulder being grabbed with a firm convincing hand, and the next thing he knew he was lying on his face on the floor.
"I'm not going to ask you again," Morgan rasped, his voice out of control and his emotions taking over.
"But ... Dad ... "
"Don't lie to me again," he said more quietly. "I should have known something was wrong. You were never at home anymore when I got here and always too tired to stay up and talk to me."
"I ... I ... "
"It hasn't been easy being father and mother both, but I never thought you'd let me down."
Willie saw his father's bowed shoulders, and for the first time, he couldn't hold the tears back, "I'm sorry, Dad."
Speechless with fear, Tim was sitting on the floor, his eyes averted from the angry countenance of his friend's dad. When he heard Willie speaking and saw the tears in his eyes, he said, "She did it, Mr. Morgan. That woman next door did it. I saw her through the window. I saw her rape them ... I did."
The wrestler closed his eyes and fought for control, "All right, Willie, tell me all about it."
Suddenly, the young boy's courage deserted him completely and he had to make his father understand. "I couldn't help it. She made me do it. She made me and Jack fuck her ... I mean she made us do it to her."
The widowed father looked at his frightened young son with disbelief, and yet he knew that it was the truth. Instinct told him this was no lie. But my God, what could he do about it? A court trial would brand his son for the rest of his life. A woman like that should be put away, but then the truth would come out. More than anything else, he had to protect his son.
"Oh God, Willie," he groaned. "What have I done to you? You needed a mother, and it's all my fault."
And then, the stricken father lifted his head and stared into the face of the son of one of his best friends, "Tim, you go home and don't think about it anymore." Then he added, "You must never tell anyone ... not your mother and father ... not anyone. Understand?"
"Yes ... yes sir. I won't! I promise," the youth jumped to his feet and hurried toward the door.
"Wait," the older man added. "I wonder if you realize how serious this is?"
"I ... I ... "
"Then let me tell you, Tim. If anyone finds out, you and Willie would go to juvenile hall, and Mrs.
Sloane would go to jail. Does that explain?"
"Yes ... yes sir ... " Tim stammered as he dashed out of the room.
Morgan closed his eyes in angry defeat and fought to control his emotions as he asked, "Son, one more time. Did you actually make love to that woman?"
"Yes... yes ..." he choked, "that and a-a lot more, too."
"My God, how could a grown woman do such a thing?" The anguished father gasped as comprehension filled his unbelieving brain. Suddenly, he wanted to smash someone ... kill the filthy bitch for destroying his son's innocence. But killing was too damned good for her ... she needed to suffer as he was suffering now. He'd punish her all right! He and he alone would judge her. After all, it was his son.
"I'm sorry."
"Promise me that you will never go next door again, and that you won't tell anyone about what has happened."
"I won't ... I promise."
"It's very important, son," the older man sighed. "I wasn't kidding about what will happen ... I would lose you to juvenile hall."
"No ... no ... Dad ... I don't want to leave you ... I don't wanta ..." the frantic young son pleaded.
"Then we won't let it happen. You forget it and I'll take care of everything," he growled and then his anger returning full force, he snarled, "But, if you ever go next door again, I'll beat you half to death and send you away myself."
"I won't... I won't ..." Willie was trembling with fear and sick regret for the unhappiness that he'd caused his father.
During the conversation the big German shepherd had slunk away from his two masters and went to the corner of the room, burying his head in his paws. Now, feeling the ominous sounds of his master's voice receding and compassion returning, he crawled over to the older man and laid his paw on his arm, whining deep in his throat.
The grief-stricken father reached down and patted the dog's head, crooning, "It's okay, Wolf! It's okay, boy! We'll take care of our little Willie."
"Mrs. Sloane don't like Wolf," Willie whimpered as he remembered the way she had reacted the day he took Wolf next door.
"Well, that's too bad! Maybe I oughta sic him onto her."
"She'd have a heart attack," the youth continued, "She's scared of him."
"Hmmmm! Okay Wolf, I'll take you with me when I go see her," he grinned nastily and patted the animal's head again. "Yeah! I'll put the fear of God into her." He stretched his chest inside his tight tee shirt and looked like the publicity photographs used by the newspapers when they referred to him as "Maniac Morgan."
The big dog looked up at his master and wagged his tail as if in full agreement then docilely followed the angry wrestler out the door.
CHAPTER TEN
Unaware of the confrontation and confession next door, Cynthia stretched like a lazy cat in bed and smiled as she began making plans for another day with her youthful lovers. When, she finally got out of bed, she was singing as she went to the bathroom to shower and dress.
Ten minutes later, as she stepped out of the shower, she heard the front doorbell ringing. When no one answered it, she decided that Jack was still asleep, and she would have to answer it. Assuming that it was Willie, she grabbed a sheer black peignoir and put it on over her naked body, leaving the front hanging open. She hurried to the door and opened it. Her mouth gaped open in surprise and she pulled the sheer garment together, holding it as she said, "Wha ..."
"Good morning, Mrs. Sloane," her huge, muscular neighbor said as he stood near the door with Wolf beside him. "May I come in?"
"Why ... what for ..." she stammered.
"I'd like to talk to you," he smiled, and then continued, "I am your next door neighbor ... and Willie's father."
"No ... I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, but I'm not dressed."
"It's okay, I won't take long. Come Wolf," he said as he pushed the door wider and stepped inside the entrance hall.
"No ... I mean, okay, but leave him outside," she gasped, backing away from him.
"He won't hurt you ... unless I tell him to," the wrestler said as he moved menacingly toward the scantily clad woman.
"Now, just a minute," Cynthia stuttered in confusion as she stepped backwards off balance.
"Where can we talk ... alone?" the wrestler asked as he walked down the hallway toward the living room.
"I ... don't want to talk to you. I'm not dressed," she gasped, unable to comprehend the necessity for talking to her neighbor. After all, he'd never visited her before.
"I want to talk about Willie."
"Oh ... what's wrong ... is he sick?" Cynthia asked with sudden concern, and then quickly added, "Come into my husband's study. We can talk there without disturbing Jack."
The tightly controlled man let Cynthia lead him to the study and then watched her close the door behind her as she turned and said, "Now, what's wrong?"
"You don't have to ask me that!" Willie's father snapped through gritted teeth. "Surely you know you couldn't keep it up forever ... you bitch!"
"How ... don't talk to me like that. This is my home, and you'd better tell me what you have on your stupid mind," the cowering brunette housewife gasped, suddenly filled with an uncontrollable dread that the neighbor man knew everything about what she'd been doing with the boys.
"Don't you worry. I'm going to tell you everything," he said, his voice full of menace as he sat down on a chair and signaled Wolf to lie on the floor beside him.
"I don't like your attitude," Cynthia said with bravado, and then continued, "I think you'd better leave ... now! Before I call the police."
"No! I don't think you'd call the police ... not with the information I can give them," he grinned lewdly, and then snapped, "You fucking whore! You perverted cunt! I oughta kill you."
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," she cried shrinking back toward the door. "If you don't leave, I'll call my nephew ... he's in the bedroom."
"You won't call anyone, Mrs. Sloane. You don't have to hear it from me," he said wearily. "I already know that you've molested my son ... and your own nephew. Actually forced them to do perverted things with you."
"No ... you're wrong ... oh no, how can you say such things?"
Cynthia cringed away from the huge professional wrestler. Her eyes nervously blinked open and shut as though trying to clear away an invisible film that was covering them.
"Look, you child-molesting bitch," the angry neighbor said ominously, "I know all about it. My son told me about your filthy little sex games, and you know its a crime to have sex with a boy that young."
"No ... you're wrong ... your son was the one who did it. I told him not to ... I told him," she choked in confusion.
"You know something, slut? I wanted to kill you when Willie told me what you'd done, but I've changed my mind." He snapped, "Look at you! Even now you're half naked. Are you trying to seduce me, too?"
Cynthia's mind was in a whirl of disbelief. How could she have trusted the young boy from next door? Oh God! She should've known he'd tell. Well, she'd taken her chances and lost, so how could she keep the father quiet too? Gradually she became aware of one solution: it might not work, but if she let him share her body he might not call the police.
"No! I wasn't trying to seduce you, but it might not be such a bad idea," she tried to smile coyly, but it came out a grimace of fear.
Willie's father glared ferociously at her as he stalked toward the fearfully cringing young wife. With an animal-like growl he grabbed the front of her robe with his big ham-like fist and jerked downward. The flimsy material tore into two pieces and he threw them to the floor, leaving Cynthia standing completely naked in the middle of the study floor.
"You don't really think a filthy baby fucking slut like you could turn me on, do you?" the brute of a neighbor man said as he gazed at the curvaceous brunette cowering in terror in front of him. Unaccountably, as he gazed on her lushly ripened body, he felt his restlessly stirring penis growing into an erection and was shocked at his own emotions. Jesus, she was one hell of a beautiful woman all right. No wonder the kids got so carried away.
"Please, Mr. Morgan, let me go. I promise I'll never bother Willie again," the frightened doctor's wife pleaded. "Oh God ... what have I done? Please ... please. I'll do anything ..."
Morgan hesitated. There was no doubt that she was scared half out of her mind. Yet, she did need punishment. "Tell you what I'll do," he said after a moment. "You do just exactly what I tell you, and I'll keep your secret. But, by God, if you do any more fucking around with kids, I'll wring your neck. Do you understand me?"
Cynthia didn't know what the man had in mind, but one thing for sure, she'd do anything to keep him quiet. She had to protect the boys first, but also, she had to protect herself from her husband. No telling what John Sloane would do if the story got to him. He'd probably have her committed to some private mental institution, and see that she'd never get out.
"All right," Cynthia sighed and shuddered. "Whatever you say."
"Watch her good, Wolf," the professional wrestler ordered the German shepherd dog. For the first time since entering the room, the huge animal stood at attention, growling deep in his throat.
Speechless with fear, Cynthia moved backwards and shook her head, her eyes glazed in panic. "No. Oh God, don't let him hurt me."
"Maniac" Morgan stared down at the beautiful woman and felt his long thick cock throbbing into even greater hardness. He was going to fuck the hot little bitch silly, but not the way she wanted it. No, as punishment he was going to sodomize her, and when he got through with her, she'd wish she had gone to prison instead.
"You do exactly what I say, or I turn him lose," he grinned as he stared at her fearfully trembling naked body. Then, almost reverently, he reached out with one hand and cupped the soft fleshy whiteness of her breast, using his thumb and forefinger to tease the little brown nipple into hardness.
"Get it over with before my nephew wakes up," she moaned, jerking away from his touch.
"He wouldn't see anything he hasn't already seen, would he?" the professional wrestler chuckled and then began unzipping his pants. He watched the trembling housewife all the time he was unfastening his belt and dropping his pants and jockey shorts to the floor. He heard her loud gasp of dismay as she caught first sight of his massively, erected cock.
"No ... no! Oh God you can't," Cynthia groaned, her eyes frozen in terror at his visibly throbbing spear of flesh.
"Do you like what you're seeing, or is it too big for you?" he asked teasingly. "I know you prefer kid-pricks, but this time, it's for punishment. You're going to remember this the rest of your life, lady. You'll never forget what I did to you for fucking around with my innocent Willie."
"God! It's so big!" she exclaimed. "You can't ... its too big ... you'd split me wide open."
"Get down on your knees, bitch," he snarled. "I'm gonna show you what a whore like you needs to straighten up and fly right."
Cynthia tried to back away from the man, but his huge dog took a quick step forward, growled, and showed his fangs. Being more frightened of the animal than her neighbor, the doctor's young wife stood still, shaking with fear.
"I said kneel, cunt," Morgan snapped as he grabbed her wrist and forced her naked body to the floor.
Afraid to resist for fear of the massive German shepherd attacking her, Cynthia lifted up on all fours, her defenseless ass cheeks exposed to his leering eyes. Her lushly swaying breasts almost touched the floor and she felt the cold air brush against her wide-split vaginal lips. Lewd shivers of masochistic lust shook her helplessly kneeling body, even though she was in mortal fear of him.
She felt his huge hand passing over her naked buttocks, and was surprised to find that it felt good. But she didn't want it! Or him! God, he'd kill her if he tried to put it in her vagina!
"Oh, please let me go!"
"You fucking whore ... kid-fucking whore ... bitch," the angry father spat out. "You just shut up or else." He grabbed the tender flesh of her naked ass-cheek between his thumb and fore-finger and pinched until she cried out in pain.
"Oh God ... that hurts," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me ... I won't do it again ... to your son."
Unthinkingly, the pain caused her to try and get up but she was helpless against the growl of the German shepherd. She saw him bare his teeth, and she sank down on her knees again, covering her face with her hands as the tears of shame and fright fell freely onto the carpet beneath her.
"Sit, Wolf! Stay," Morgan said to the dog and turned to the naked brunette again. "You try that again and I'm gonna let him get you."
"No ... oh please don't let him hurt me ... I'll be still," she sobbed in complete submission.
"That's better. Okay, you kid-fucker, it's time for your punishment." he rasped, his eyes glued to the little brown star of her anus.
"Now, I'm gonna stretch you a little bit."
His hand moved across the softly quivering warmth of her inner thigh, and then up to her fearfully puckering anal opening.
"What are you doing," Cynthia gasped as she felt his outstretched finger probing at her tiny virginal anus.
"I said I was going to stretch it a little bit, and I am! But first I guess I'll better lubricate it a little."
Uncomprehending his meaning, Cynthia was silent as she felt his finger moving downward to the fringe of her sparsely curling pussy hair and pressing gently against the moist flesh of her cunt. She groaned and jerked away from the caress, her brain fighting the unwanted excitement that suddenly whirled through her nakedly kneeling body ...
In his bedroom, Jack had heard the doorbell and had impatiently been waiting for his aunt and Willie to join him for fun and games in his room. But when they didn't come, he reluctantly got up and went to find them. First, he went to his aunt's bedroom, but then he heard a noise down the hallway and immediately thought his teenaged neighbor had betrayed him along with Cynthia. Well, he'd surprise them in the act. Sure that the sounds of voices were actually coming from his uncle's study, Jack quietly opened the door a slit and gaped at the salacious sight in the room in front of him. Jesus Christ! It was Willie's father - not Willie! And the older man had his pants off ... and Cyn was naked! "Goddamnit, woman, you're a luscious bitch!" Jack heard the neighbor man saying in a strained voice. He was in the process of closing the door prior to running back to his bedroom, when he heard Mr. Morgan continue, "But, hell, woman. Why did you have to fuck with little kids. Why didn't you ask a man to do the job ... like me?"
Cynthia didn't know that her young nephew was watching, but even if she had, she couldn't do anything to stop what she, herself, had set into action. She was responsible for everything that was going to happen to her. She could only hope that the big man was not sadistic or he could kill her if he wanted to. Silently she submitted to his lewd caresses, his outstretched fingers probing at her defenselessly wide split vagina.
"What a waste! No kid can ever do a man's job, especially a virgin," Morgan moaned, his own love-starved body craving for the satisfaction that her lush body could give him. Suddenly, he shook his head to clear it, and knew he had to be careful or he'd end up fucking her hot little pussy and that wasn't punishment for a perverted woman who molested little boys.
Cynthia was already almost completely helpless as a result of his pleasure-provoking caresses. She felt him tracing the hotly tingling furrow of her cunt and she writhed and squirmed beneath the exciting touch of his outstretched fingers. Her hands held onto the carpet beneath her and she groaned with shame as she realized that she wanted this huge angry man to fuck her ... needed him to do it even though she knew he would split her wide open. It was bad enough to be humbly kneeling before her cruel neighbor, but to have her shameless body responding to his brutal ravishment was too much. But even though she fought it, spasms of desire raced through her belly as he slowly separated the soft wisps of her curling pussy hair and wormed his finger between her fleshy vaginal lips. A second later, he forced his outstretched middle finger deeper up inside her tightly clutching vagina, sending shocks of insane delight soaring throughout her entire body.
At the same time, Jack was frozen to the spot at the study door, afraid to move for fear of being heard. He couldn't believe that Willie's father was going to fuck his aunt. Cyn wouldn't let a big monster like him do that to her. Then, he heard his aunt whimpering, "Oooohhhhh ... I'm sorry ... I did a terrible thing ..." the voice ceased and Jack saw her clasp her hands to her face as she moaned, "Yes ... yes, fuck me."
"You'd better leave my son alone," the youth heard his friend's father snap.
Suddenly, he realized that Mr. Morgan had found out about them and was going to rape his aunt. But, she sounded like she wanted him to do it! And she'd said she was ashamed! Of what? Of making love with him? Maybe she'd rather have his monstrous cock than his teenaged penis. Confused and betrayed by Cynthia, he quietly moved away from the door. He had to get away from the lewd scene in front of him and away from his disturbing thoughts. He didn't know or care where he was going as he ran to the bedroom, dressed, and tore out of the house.
Unaware of her nephew's torment. Cynthia struggled against the electrifying contact of her neighbor's finger as he teased at the tiny throbbing bud of her erect little clitoris. She tried to crawl away from his tantalizing touch, but when she heard the warning growl of the big dog, she fearfully resumed her helpless position once more. She was trapped and it was her own fault. She had been afraid in the beginning that she would be punished and now it was happening. She would suffer it with dignity even if her body betrayed her and enjoyed it. She felt nothing but disgust for herself, but even so, her reactions became more pronounced as the muscular man continued his maddening caresses of her hotly aroused vagina. Her hips were actually moving backwards against the moistly plunging finger deep inside her quaking cuntal passage.
"That's better ... enjoy it like you did with my son," he hissed as he shoved his outstretched middle finger to the hilt, his sharp fingernail snagging the sensitive lining to her vaginal passage. "Soon as I get your asshole nice and juicy I'll put my cock in ... and stretch it."
Cynthia tried to speak in defense but she couldn't. The croak that was her voice was unrecognizable as she realized that he was actually going to stick his huge organ inside her rectum. She frantically writhed away from him but there was no escape. The menacing growl of Wolf and the sadistic laugh of her neighbor as he fucked his middle finger in and out of her ecstatically quivering cunt, kept her in position.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... noooooooo," she finally gasped while the huge wrestler continued his caresses.
"I thought you wanted to get tucked," he guffawed.
"Then do it ... but don't hurt me ... " she pleaded.
"I'm not going to hurt a whore like you ... I couldn't."
"Maniac" Morgan grinned lewdly as he thought of impaling her tight little anus on his long hard cock.
"Especially in the asshole."
"No! Oh God, not there," she gasped, "You musn't! No one has ever done that before."
"Well, we'll take care of that," he rasped, his throat hoarsened with lust. "Once I get it stretched a little bit. I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole until you scream for mercy."
"No... Oh God, help me," Cynthia pleaded, fear causing her muscles to tighten in readiness to escape. "Take me in my vagina, but not there ... you'll kill me."
She felt his slippery finger being pulled from her cuntal slit and then move up to her frantically clenched anus. She struggled and made an effort to crawl away, but again the menacing growl of the big dog stilled her actions again.
Cynthia tensed as his outstretched middle finger found the opening to her rectum, and as he pushed against it, she felt the tight elastic ring of muscle give way. It was forced up into her hot inner passage all the way to the first knuckle. -The naked young brunette moaned in pain as she used her sphincter muscles to try and force the invading finger out and away from her sensitive hole.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh! That hurts... oh God, don't do that," she pleaded.
But Morgan's face was set in determination, and he shoved again. This time, his outstretched finger wormed deep into the tight spongy heat of her rectum. He slammed it all the way to the hilt, up into her hotly tortured passage, until the palm of his hand pressed against the rounded smoothness of her trembling ass-cheeks.
"Ooohhhhhh ... nooooooo ... please ... don't," Cynthia groaned, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. Oh how it hurts. She hadn't really hurt Willie and Jack, but the older man was torturing her. It wasn't fair!
She continued to groan in one long wail of despair as the neighbor man scoured her anus, using one finger and then two in widening and preparing the tight little virginal hole for his monstrously hardened cock which was pulsating like a rocket about to thrust home.
As his fingers fucked in and out of her rectum, the nakedly writhing brunette gradually began to feel tiny ripples of masochistic pleasure racing from her ravished anus. Suddenly, she shoved back on the invading fingers as hard as she could, hoping to end it or feel more of the forbidden pleasure that had started forming inside her virginal rectum. In her mental confusion it was difficult to tell the difference in pain and pleasure.
Abruptly, as he sensed she was actually beginning to enjoy her ravishment, Morgan pulled his fingers from the hot little hole between her milk-white buttocks with a lewd sucking sound, and groaned as he took his lust-swollen cock in his hand and pointed it at her wildly puckering anal opening. With out hesitation, he pressed the blood-swollen head against the young housewife's rectum and, gritting his teeth, he rammed his muscular hips forward.
"AAggghhhhhhhh! A A a a a i e e e eeeee! Oh God, no ... you ... you're killing me ... no ... you can't Cynthia gasped and stammered as the head of his rock-hard penis slowly penetrated her tightly clenched anus. It felt like he was splitting her wide open as the hardened shaft began slowly slicing like a red-hot poker inside her cringing anal passage.
Morgan closed his eyes, his eyelids fluttering in a combination of pain and pleasure as the nakedly lurching brunette jerked beneath him, trying to dislodge his monstrous cock from her warm buttery passage. But her actions only helped her impalement, because each time she bucked her submissively kneeling body, his long thick cock plunged deeper into her tightly protesting anus. Slowly and inexorably he penetrated her forbidden depths, his mind swirling with the mastery over this beautiful woman. He stared down at the lewd spectacle and gasped when he realized that he had only two inches inside her, even though it felt like she was squeezing his prick right off. With an animal-like groan, and unheeding of her tortured wail, he shoved forward, slamming his thick rigid shaft all the way to the hilt up inside her warm buttery rectum. He could feel his sperm-laden balls pressing against the soft flesh of her vaginal lips as he fought for control. Her widely stretched anal passage was so tight around his sensitive penis that he thought he was going to cum without even moving.
" Aaagggggggh hh h h hh-d dddddd!" Cynthia panted, her mind a turmoil of torturous pain. "Nooooooo ... I'm dying! Oh God, it hurts ... I can't stand it. Take it out! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Shit! Goddamn, bitch! It's tighter than I thought it would be," the muscular neighbor trembled with excitement as he saw his long hard cock buried inside her gaping little anal hole that looked like a widely stretched mouth tightly ovalled around his shaft. "You're pinching my cock off!"
Cynthia knelt in humiliation and cruel debasement, unable to move without feeling faint from the painful wedge buried up inside her forever-stretched anal passage. Oh God! This was her punishment, and it was far worse than she could ever have believed. Suddenly, she wanted him to hurt her! A masochistic shiver returned with strength, and she began to writhe against his impaling rod of throbbing flesh. She felt the tearing pain rip through her kneeling body and knew that this was her punishment. She had taken away the young boy's innocence, committed incest with her nephew, and taught them how to enjoy fucking. Now, she had to suffer. But, she would accept it and when the pain killed her it would wash away all her sins.
She tried to keep from screaming, but at times it was impossible. She couldn't understand why Jack didn't hear her, but she didn't want him to see her like this. There was no help for her now, and she could expect much more of the excruciating torture before her tormentor had finished with her. She felt his hot hands digging into her naked body and waited for more of the depraved horror that he was heaping on her subjugated body.
If she tried to move away, the dog would attack her, so she accepted the blunt intrusion of his lust thickened cock as it vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely-stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. He was filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on an iron rod. She grunted in submission, her eyes wide in unbelieving horror as she felt the coarse hair of his loins smacking heavily into the softness of her thighs. The hard fleshy shaft was mercilessly plunging in and out of her forbidden hole while she shoved backwards against the violent ravishment of her rectum, accepting the torture she'd brought upon herself.
Muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, "Maniac" Morgan began sawing rhythmically and without mercy, deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life, and her whole backside felt wet and used as her neighbor began to lunge the full length of his punishing cock into her forever stretched anus with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of clasping pink flesh out with the base of his cock each time he withdrew for another vicious thrust inside.
Only gradually did Cynthia become aware that the pain in her rectum was becoming milder and more bearable, but the humiliation continued and grew in intensity as she knelt in total submission before the lewdly staring eyes of Willie's father. She could hear his grunts of obscene pleasure floating through the silent room and hated the fact that her body was giving him joy, but there was nothing she could do. She wanted to destroy both him and herself for the degradation that was being heaped upon her against her will. In spite of the pain, she clasped her powerful anal muscles trying to tear his sodomizing cock from his groin.
"Ah ... yeh! Like that, you bitch! Squeeze me! Fuck back!"
And then, unable to retain control of her lusting body, the moaning young housewife began to move backward to meet each long forward thrusts of his monstrous cock up into her quivering rectal passage, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, tightly clasping his penis with her sphincter muscles on each out-stroke. The man who lived next door to her stared down from above in fascination as the woman who was supposed to be being punished suddenly began responding to his sodomizing strokes with a sexual frenzy.
Suddenly, all pain gone, Cynthia wanted his pulsating hardness to fill her behind, even then it came as a shock to her to realize that she was countering his every powerful thrust, lunging eagerly backward now to meet his sadistically impaling hardness. She undulated her hips to increase the pleasurable sensations, and her lust-crazed mind accepted the fact that she could and most certainly would cum this way.
Morgan abruptly lost all interest in punishing his beautiful dark-haired neighbor for seducing his young son. Now, all he wanted was to fuck her until climax, satisfying the powerful build-up in his loins. He found that he was holding, then releasing his breath spasmodically as he skewered into the humbly kneeling woman who had raped his young son. Actually, he knew that it would be impossible for her to rape his son if the boy didn't want her to do it. He was sure that Willie had wanted it just as much as his own father wanted it now, but he couldn't let it continue. He had to protect his son from women like her. She was too old for a young innocent boy like he was ... or had been anyway.
"Oh shit, baby ... it feels so good ... you got a tight little, beautiful asshole. AAaggg hhhhhhhh!" he groaned out his ecstasy as his lust-hoarsened voice mingled with that of Cynthia's as they continued to writhe and twist in a lewd contortion of love.
"Oh-oh-oh! Yes, honey, fuck me ... fuck me in my bottom! Slam it to me ... split me wide open with your horse cock!" The nakedly kneeling brunette gurgled in obscene joy as she wantonly twisted in ecstasy. And then, suddenly, she felt the long hard cock deep inside her forbidden passage begin to jerk and pulsate in a different way and she knew that he was close to cumming.
"AAAaggghhhhhhh! Oh goddamn shit! Aaaaggghhhhhh! You're too tight! I'm gonna blow my cum up your ass! I'm going to give you an enema of cum! Aaaggghhhh!" he roared deep in his throat as his penis began spewing out his white hot sperm like a water fountain.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Me too! Me too! I'm ccu-cumming," Cynthia cried as she felt the explosion inside her ravaged anus.
And then she was convulsing beneath him, screaming out her joy, her pleasure!
Cynthia's hotly climaxing cunt caused her anal muscles to grip and cling to Morgan's thick invading penis, and the professional wrestler from next door groaned as he felt her sucking rectal passage drawing every drop of semen from his already wilting cock. He thrust again and again, digging deeper, and held it while she mewled out a never-ending orgasm. Even as his last ejaculative tremors were fading, he felt his virile flesh begin to swell into a new erection, and his eyes closed in rapture as he accepted the overpowering ecstasy of her nibbling rectal muscles.
Cynthia continued to lurch and writhe beneath her neighbor as she ranted meaningless words of passion. Then, miraculously, she felt his long thick shaft beginning to inflate into renewed hardness, and she marveled at his virility. She groaned in disappointment as she felt his long thick cock withdrawing from her forever stretched anus, and as it popped from her throbbing little hole, she felt a stream of warm sticky cum flowing down her buttocks and thighs, dripping to the carpet beneath her weakly trembling knees.
Her body was painfully used, but she felt as though she had been ultimately satisfied as she had never been before. She had to admit that it was far more pleasurable than the boys, but different. Suddenly, the thought of the boys brought on a wave of shame and humiliation and she dropped to the floor moaning, "Oh God! What has happened to me?"
"Maniac" Morgan reached down and turned the exhausted woman over on her back and whispered, "Oh hell, Cynthia. You're beautiful! I wish I had been my son." Gently, he dropped his hand to her silken black hair and caressed the long tresses before sliding his hand along her shoulder and down to her naked breast. Slowly, with a great deal of tenderness, the huge man massaged the firm fleshy mounds as his long hard cock throbbed in eagerness against her naked thigh.
The euphoric ecstasy flowed and ebbed over the exhausted young wife, and she was overcome with the sudden gentleness of the professional wrestler who was her neighbor. Her eyes fell to his monstrous shaft and she smiled up at him as she felt her own excitement growing into another flame of desire. Her love-starved body was demanding more of his attention, even though she'd just experienced an overwhelmingly satisfying climax.
"Baby, look! I don't hate you! I think you're great," Willie's father said as he gently caressed her soft white flesh. "But ... you must leave my son alone. You're a hot little cunt, and I understand him wanting to fuck you, but it's not right. You need a man ... not a little prick like his."
Tears filled her eyes as she thought of the innocent boys. Their sweet love-making had been completely selfless, but now she knew it was wrong for her to teach them something they should learn for themselves through experimenting with girls their own age. She truly loved her nephew though - as a woman loved a man - and because of her love, would give him up.
Suddenly, Jack and Willie were forgotten as she moaned with pleasure. Morgan's hands became more demanding, and she felt the fire building into a lustful desire. She wanted to feel his virilely pulsating cock inside her hungering vagina ... for the first time, but she already knew it would be wonderful.
"Darling," she sighed, "I am sorry about Willie. I won't touch him ... ever again ... if... if you promise to fuck me... here!"
He stared down at her finger pointing toward her widely splayed pussy and he chuckled as he said, "That's the way it should be. If you get the hots for a piece of ass, just call "Maniac" Morgan."
Cynthia smiled up at him in total agreement and realized that he was a rugged handsome man, something she'd never noticed before. She could feel his restlessly stirring hand, caressing it into even greater rigidity. "Do it then," she sighed. "Do it now!"
"You want me or Willie?" he teased, rising to his knees and covering her with his partially naked body as he lowered the lust-swollen head of his cock to the portals of her widely gaping cunt. "Tell me."
Her hand still clutching his rock-hard shaft, she pressed it downward and sighed as it slowly slid into her wetly throbbing cunt, "You! You! Only you!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I'm not going," Jack said that night when Cynthia came to his bedroom and started packing his bag.
"You have to go, Jack. School starts in a week," Cynthia paused and stared at her pouting nephew.
"Well, I can go to school here."
"I love you, Jack," she sighed. "But you cannot stay with me any longer."
"I don't know why not! My mother would let me, I know she would," he snapped. "That is, if you really wanted me."
"Jack, listen to me!" She stepped toward him and dropped to her knees beside the bed where he was sitting. It had been easy to decide to send him away when Morgan had been with her, but she loved this handsome teenager so much that it was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Now, she continued, her voice breaking, "I ... I didn't want to tell you ... but I guess I have no choice."
"Tell me that ... that you don't want me anymore," the youth snapped at his humbly kneeling aunt and pulled his hand away as she reached for it.
"No ... that's not true. I still love you and want you, but I can't have you," she wiped the tears from her eyes and quietly continued, "Mr. Morgan found out about us, and if I don't send you away, he's going to call the police ... and tell them everything."
"No ... how ... who?"
"He heard Willie and Tim talking. It doesn't matter how he found out. He knows."
Suddenly, Jack realized that what he saw in his uncle's study was a result of that knowledge. Willie's father had raped Cyn and then threatened to call the cops if she didn't stop making love to him. But it had looked to him as if she were enjoying it ... as if she wanted him to rape her.
"But, I think you like Mr. Morgan better than me, don't you?"
"No, baby, I like you better than anyone in the world. It's just that it's against the law to make love to your nephew," she said bitterly.
"But, you do like him."
"Yes, I do," Cynthia felt a sudden glow of excitement as she thought about the wrestler.
"Well, I hate him," Jack snapped.
Cynthia finished packing his bag in silence and then sat down on the bed beside her belligerent nephew. "You go to sleep and I'll wake you tomorrow morning. We have to be at the airport at ten o'clock."
"I won't sleep a wink."
"Yes you will," she smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
She left the silent boy and went to her own bedroom where she stood silently staring down at her sleeping husband. Suddenly, tears of sadness filled the young wife's eyes, and she knew that she had experienced something this summer that few people ever know about. She had known a completely selfless love with Jack. Completely selfless. Tomorrow, Jack would be leaving her! It was the only way!
She would never be able to live with him in the future without wanting to sample again and again the incestuous love she'd enjoyed all summer. But then, as she thought about it, she wiped the tears away and hoped that something even more wonderful would fill her life now that Morgan and she had clashed and joined ...
She wondered what would happen to her life now that Morgan had entered it. He was here to stay ... for a while, anyway. In a way, they needed each other very much. He was a man without a woman; she was a woman without a man.
"Poor John," she said, looking down at her prematurely old husband. Instinctively she realized they would not be together much longer. A month ... a year. It didn't matter. It was all over between them, and she no longer hated him.
Down the hall, she heard the restless and distraught Jack going to the living room. This was his last night ... "their" last night. Never again would she taste the sweet delight of their incestuous love.
She swallowed. It really was too bad to send him away, without one last moment together. The boy obviously needed it for his shattered self-confidence. It was wrong. Terribly wrong. But at the same time, there was a Tightness about it that defied all laws, all morality.
"Good night, John," she said softly to her husband. "Sleep tight."
And then she was running down the hall, going to her nephew, her handsome teenage nephew...for one last time....
