The moment of tortured longing and desire had finally come for them. They were together. She was his aunt.
She tugged at his briefs and he rose slightly off the bed to allow her to slip them down. He sat back down, completely nude.
She caressed the insides of his thighs with her hands running them from his knees into his crotch without touching his aching cock. One hand shot up to his chest and the other ran along his thigh slowly, each time going further in toward his cock.
He saw his rod throbbing still like never before, pointing straight up at his face, almost flush with his belly. The head was a deep red and pulsed furiously with heat.
She ran her hand along his thigh and continued to his balls, taking the taut sac in her hand and squeezing as he moaned out loud.
She touched his cock and slid one thin finger along the throbbing staff from the root right up to the head, rubbing along the rim with the finger.
He moaned loudly as she finally clutched his staff in her warm hand. She squeezed it tight, then stroked it once and he squirmed as the hand touched his head. The other hand shot down to his taut balls and shook them gently.
He could hardly breath with the excitement of her hands on his balls and his pulsing staff. She stroked the rod slowly, pulling the loose skin over the stiff staff, her hand sliding a bit so that it touched not only the head but also the root. Her other hand felt very soft on his balls.
She bent down more and kissed the inside of his thigh, and he wanted to reach out right away and push her face over his palpitating cock, but he would wait.
CHAPTER ONE
Ken fidgeted in the pew. The tuxedo to which he was unaccustomed, scratched his neck. He leaned on one leg, then the other as he waited for his brother Harold's bride-to-be to come down the aisle.
He could see his brother standing nervously at the side of the altar. Every few minutes he looked down at the door of the church, waiting for his bride. Ken tried to catch his attention, but Harold's mind was completely on the ceremony.
His father was on one side of Ken, his mother on another. The boy scratched his fairly long blond hair. This was the first wedding he had really taken part in. He was only eighteen, and was very excited about his older brother's marriage.
He looked around. All through the church he saw unknown relatives, relations he had not seen since childhood, some of whom he had never seen. Of course, there were many familiar faces.
The boy looked very good in the tuxedo. He was a well-built lad, with a nicely-shaped face and hair like straw. He looked like a proud youth, but actually he was shy, owing to his inexperience with much of life. For instance, he had only minor experience in sex, and at the moment had no girl friend. He lived with his parents in their large suburban house just outside the city.
At last he heard a commotion and turned to see the bride and her entourage coming down the aisle. His brother's bride, a young girl Joy, looked very beautiful in her white dress. Her long blonde hair was ringed by a cap of daisies, and her small white hands clutched a bouquet. He saw the bridesmaids, but didn't know any of them. In fact, he hardly knew Joy, since he and his brother had not seen too much of one another in the last few years, after Harold left for college.
Ken's eyes followed the bride to the altar, where she joined Harold, then strayed once again around the church. Weddings bored him, it seemed.
He saw the wrinkled faces of his relatives, old and tired, a few children, a couple here and there with their kids, but his eyes fell on a young woman with long black hair that stood alone in a nearby pew.
He stared at her as she watched the ceremony. Her face was pale white, with a small delicate nose, and thick pink bps. Her hair was beautiful, long and jet black, and from the angle Ken observed her he could see that her body was very shapely. Her hips were wide, and her ass firm and large under her tight dress. Her breasts pointed straight out, proud and firm.
Ken did not know who the woman was. He had never seen her before, as far as he knew. Perhaps she was one of Joy's friends, but then again she was standing on the side of the church reserved for the husband's family.
He leaned over to get a better look at her, and his mother pushed him back.
"Ken, what's the matter with you?" she said. "Keep still."
"I'm sorry," he said.
He peeked again. She was still staring at the altar. The boy's curiosity was too much for him. He nudged his father.
"Hey, Dad, who's that woman over there?" he asked.
"The one with the long black hair?" he asked, looking over. "Yes," Ken replied.
"That's my sister Grace," his father answered proudly. "She's your aunt, don't you remember her?"
"No, have I ever seen her?" Ken asked.
"Of course," his father said, "when you were a kid she was at the house a lot. Then she got married."
"Oh, she's married?" Ken said, not really asking a question.
"No, she's not married any more," his father said. "Her husband died soon after the marriage. Left her a fortune, too."
Ken's mother leaned over and glared at the two men.
"Why don't you two be quiet," she said. "Your son is getting married, and you're gabbing."
His father turned to the altar without a word. Ken looked over at his aunt again, then at the altar, where the ceremony was in progress already.
He didn't remember the woman. He could recall an aunt of his giving him gifts when he was a child, but he didn't remember her name or what she looked like. But she was young then too. He wondered why he hadn't seen her in so long.
As the bride came down the aisle at the end of the ceremony, arm in arm with Harold, the guests smiled at them and waved. The two newlyweds smiled broadly. Ken thought of the delights his brother would find that night with his new bride, for Joy was a very beautiful girl.
As the crowd filed out of the church, Ken lost sight of his strange aunt. He kissed the bride, ashamed of his awkwardness. She smiled at him and patted his cheek.
He congratulated his brother, who seemed to be very happy. His parents were both crying. Ken walked around outside the church as all kinds of long-lost relatives introduced themselves. But his aunt was nowhere to be seen.
They rode in one of the limousines to the reception, which was to be held in a fashionable hall. His parents bawled all the way to the hall.
Ken didn't know too many of the people. Of course, none of his friends were there, and Harold's friends would have nothing to do with the youth. Ken hung around the hall after dinner, bored.
Most of the people were beginning to get a bit high. The booze was flowing freely. Ken decided he would do some drinking, although he rarely drank. But he was bored and thought it would give him something to do.
His father cornered him while he drank. He could see that the old man was quite high. They chatted as Ken drank, and his father paused to pose for the photographer, who was walking around snapping pictures of everyone.
His father pointed out all his relatives. Ken was still searching for his aunt. He had seen her eating, but had lost sight of her in the large crowd.
"There's your uncle Bill," his father said. "That's your mother's brother. He's a real crum."
Ken spotted his aunt in a corner of the hall, talking with the photographer. He waited until his father saw her and gave him the run-down.
"That's your aunt Grace," he said. "My sister. She ran into a good deal. She married some rich guy when she was only about nineteen, and he died a year later. He left her quite a bundle, and a big house in the country. She lives there now. We should go see her."
"Yes, we should," said the boy.
"I'll talk to her later," the father said. "As long as we're all here together, we should make arrangements to see each other more often."
Ken sat at a table, alone. He drank quite a lot of alcohol, and started to feel high and very tired. He longed for the end of the reception, but there was to be another party at his parent's house. All the relatives would be there, and many would have to spend the night, having come great distances to the wedding. Ken hoped he would be able to sleep.
At last the reception broke up. Ken waited at his father's car as the guests filed out of the hall.
He spotted his aunt. She was still with the photographer. He was staring at her luscious body when she saw him, and she smiled at the boy as she passed. Probably doesn't know who I am, he thought.
He had to drive home, since his parents were both too drunk. The boy was high, but didn't let on to his parents. He cruised back to his house and had trouble finding a place to park, since many of the guests were already there.
His brother had left for the honeymoon. Ken thought of his wedding night, and wished it was he who was married. Then he would be able to make love all night, he thought. I've hardly done anything, he said to himself. I sure would love to make it with my aunt.
The thought made him ashamed at first. His own aunt. But the more he thought abour her, the more he pictured her, the more he wanted her. But he knew she would probably only laugh if she knew what he was thinking. She was at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and he was only eighteen. Still, it would be so great.
He slipped into his house, almost unnoticed. People were all around the house. Ken sat in the living room drinking, trying to avoid conversation with his relatives, most of whom were quite drunk. He wished there were some boys his own age there.
He saw a few young girls, and they too looked bored, but he just didn't feel like mixing. He looked through the crowd for his aunt.
After an hour or two he felt very tired. He was almost nodding in a chair, loud talking and laughing all around him, when his mother found him.
She told him that many of the guests were going to spend the night, but that he could have his bedroom. Now that Ken's brother was gone, he had the only bedroom on the second floor, where there were four rooms. That means three of them would be filled with strangers, he thought.
He wondered who might be spending the night. He didn't know anyone, so he didn't know which of them had come long distances. He didn't really care. He figured he would sleep late in the morning and they would be gone when he awoke.
He spotted his aunt. She was high, and sat on the couch with the photographer. No one seemed to pay them any mind. He hugged her, and Ken filled with longing as he kissed her on the lips and pushed her tits up with his body. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, long and well-shaped, smooth as glass.
The photographer was obviously just as thrilled with the woman's beauty. No one knew where he came from, but Ken heard someone say that Grace was "eccentric" and that no one could predict what she might do. Besides, she had money, so everything was permissible.
Ken thought she had a lot of nerve to bring a man she had picked up to the party. Perhaps he too was a relative, but Ken doubted it. Maybe she would stay the night. She wouldn't dare let him stay. He became angry as he thought about it, but then realized it was only his jealousy.
He waited around for a little while longer as the party began to get even louder. He felt very sleepy. He found his mother and told her he was going up to bed.
He climbed the stairs to his bedroom. On the floor he heard noises down the hall and figured some of the guests had already gone off to bed.
He closed the door of his bedroom to shut off the racket downstairs. His bedroom was small, but a sliding door led out to a small terrace that was attached to the back of the house. All the bedrooms on that side had access to the terrace. He looked down the terrace and saw that the bedroom next to his was dark, apparently not yet occupied.
He lay in bed for a while, thinking of his aunt, thinking of his brother and his wife. Joy was really nice, he said to himself. I sure would give anything to be spending the night with her.
He had had a few experiences with girls before, but he still felt he was missing out. He was not a virgin, but the affairs he had had were so childish, he thought. He would date a girl, then maybe he would get a chance to make it with her. If he was lucky, he would get to feel her up and maybe she would go so far as to give him a hand-job. Most of the time he ended up, like most young boys, dry-humping the girl.
Even the times when he had actually fucked the girls, he had not been fully satisfied. They had been so afraid, so cautious. He felt as if he were hurting them instead of thrilling them. He had to do everything, for they would just lie still. And he was not so experienced that he could handle everything alone.
The girls always gave him the feeling that they were making it with him only to satisfy him, not to get anything out of it themselves. He had never seen a girl reach an orgasm. When he finished, they would want to stop, as if the whole thing was only for him. He didn't want it like that, he wanted to share his love, to have both he and the girl fully enjoy it, but at that young age so many of the girls were unable to do it.
He longed to meet a girl that was more experienced, a girl that would be aggressive, that would show him a thing or two. Most of all, he wanted a girl that could get off with him, and longed to make a girl come.
He feared he would have to wait until he got older before he had a chance for such an experience. He thought again of his brother Harold and how his wife was most likely experienced, or at least willing and not afraid. Perhaps at that very moment she was screaming in ecstasy as Harold fucked her, coming over his stiff cock.
He envied his brother. But then again, he was two years older than Ken, and Ken's turn would certainly come. He just had to wait, he figured.
He was almost nodded out, but realized he had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was at the other end of the hall, and he would have to walk down there, perhaps running into some relative or other. He did not want to meet anyone.
Still, when you have to go, you have to go. He threw on a robe and started down the hall, after peeking out his door to make sure it was empty.
He could hear the racket downstairs, and voices in the bedrooms on the other side of the hall. He heard a baby crying behind one door. The bedroom next to his was still empty, the door open and the light out.
He slipped into the bathroom, glad that it was empty. He relieved himself, then stood in front of the mirror. His robe was open, and underneath he was nude. He looked at his cock. Not bad, he thought. He considered his rod to be fairly large, and was proud of its thickness. He was sure his cock was large for his young age.
He held it in his hand. I sure would like to slip it up a cunt tonight, he said to himself. At the thought of his brother's wife, he felt his cock starting to get hard, and he quickly closed his robe and tried to forget about it. No use getting it if you can't use it, he thought.
He washed and combed his hair, he always combed his hair before going to bed for some reason, and opened the door. The hall was still empty.
He left the bathroom and started down the hall. When he was almost back to his room, he heard voices coming up the stairs. Curious, he ran into his room and closed the door almost all the way, leaving a narrow crack to look through.
He waited as the voices got louder on then-way up the stairs. Then he saw them. He gasped when he saw first his aunt, then the photographer, arm in arm and laughing. They both looked to be a little drunk.
He looked at her luscious body and legs as she passed his door. Her dress was cut low, and the top button was open, and he could see the crack between her tits at the top of the dress. Her skin was white, and he wished he could see her large full tits exposed.
They laughed as they walked down the hall, then slipped into the bedroom next to Ken's. The nerve, he thought, bringing a man up to the room to spend the night. No one even knew him.
He envied the photographer. How lucky he had been to pick her up. Or perhaps she had picked him up. She looked to be pretty sexy.
The door closed and their voices stopped. Ken lay down in bed trying to forget about them, but knowing that they would be making love right next door to him. He felt a tremendous tension, and longed to have his aunt for himself. The thought did not bother him any more, he didn't care if she was his aunt or not. All he could think of was her body, her white face, her long black hair.
He could not sleep. He tossed and turned, but could not get the picture of her out of his mind. He felt the sheets very warm now, and was uncomfortable.
He sat up in the bed. He thought he heard a moan from somewhere on the floor. He listened, but he did not hear another.
His curiosity was too much for him. He decided to sneak out on the terrace and try to look in the bedroom next to his. Perhaps they had not pulled closed the curtains. But what good would it do him to watch?
He was ashamed at himself for considering spying on his aunt. He would probably not be seen, and there was no one in the back of the house to spot him. The bedroom was lit, so they would not be able to see him standing out in the darkness.
He tried to get the thought out of his mind. My own aunt, he said to himself.
Then he heard another moan. He was sure it came from his aunt's bedroom. He couldn't resist. He was breathing heavy with excitement as he climbed from his bedroom out onto the terrace.
The night air was chilly, and he pulled his robe tight around his naked body. Sure enough, he could see the light burning through the bedroom. They were awake.
He crawled along the terrace until he was under their window. He could look up and see that the curtains were open. His heart was racing as he began to rise toward the window.
He slowly rose until his forehead was over the sill, then peeked over into the lit bedroom. The window was open, and he could see right into the bright room.
They were on the bed. His aunt was lying on her back, and her body was covered by the almost-nude body of the photographer. Her hands were running over his naked back, her fingernails painted white.
He could not see her, since the man blocked Ken's view with his body. They were making out, and through the open window he heard them breathing heavy. From time to time his aunt moaned.
Ken could hardly catch his breath as he saw the man roll off and expose the nude body of his aunt Grace. She lay still, her long smooth white legs spread, her pearly belly heaving, her full firm tits pointing straight into the air without any sign of a droop. Her nipples were long and looked hard, and very pink. Her eyes were closed and her black hair was over her nude shoulders.
He looked in awe at her shapely thighs, smooth white, and followed them up to her crotch. Her legs were spread slightly and he could see the dense blackness of her bush, glistening with sweat in the light of the room.
The man caressed her belly with his hand, then slid up to her tit, squeezing it tenderly.
She began to move a bit on the bed.
He pinched her nipple with his fingers, then kissed her on the neck and moved down to her chest, kissing and licking out with his tongue.
Ken felt his rod getting very hard as he watched. The man caressed her tits, then took her nipple in his mouth and sucked as she held his head and shot her tongue into his ear.
The man pulled off his pants as he sucked on her tits, and she reached down to run her hand along his back down to his ass.
They were both starting to squirm as the man sucked on her tits and then caressed her along the inside of her thigh with his hairy hand.
As the man began to slide down her body, Ken felt his cock throbbing under his robe. The man kissed her navel, then caressed her thighs, moving over them slowly and tenderly. At last he kissed her bush, then with his finger spread the lips of her pink cunt and kissed her swollen slit.
Grace moaned loudly and Ken gasped as the man began to suck on her cunt. He could see her tits heaving, shaking like a bowl of jello. Her nipples were wet with his saliva.
He held her lips apart and shot his tongue into her cunt. He could see the pink tongue worming from his mouth into the black bush and along the pink wet lips of her pussy. Ken could hear the slurping sound of the man's mouth as he sucked her juices.
She pulled his legs up so that he faced the opposite direction, still sucking on her cunt. Ken saw the man's rod, hard and throbbing and very fat and hairy. His balls hung down below his cock, and his head was swollen and wet.
She rubbed the head of his cock as he straddled her face, one leg on each side, his head still in her crotch. She stroked the rod once or twice, then fooled with his taut balls as he too began to moan.
Ken almost passed out as he saw her take the long fat rod and kiss it on the head. Her lips looked so soft, he could almost feel their warmth on the head of his cock.
She opened her mouth and slid the cock between her lips. Ken watched in awe as the staff disappeared little by little into her mouth. He was surprised when he saw almost the whole staff slipping in. Then she stopped, but to his surprise continued almost right down to the root.
The man was still sucking noisily on her cunt. He began to hear the sound of Grace's mouth on his cock as she slid up to the head, licked around the rim with her wet tongue, and then plunged down to the root again.
The man raised his body over hers as she sucked on his cock. Ken looked with envy. He had never had a blow-job. Grace looked like she really knew how to do it, too.
The man's balls were quivering as she sucked on his rod. As the staff slid out Ken sould see it wet with her saliva, pulsating with excitement. She licked around the swollen head again and then plunged down, the rod disappearing into her mouth.
Both lovers were moaning loudly and breathing heavily. The sound of their wet full mouths was loud in Ken's ears. He stared in amazement and longing as they began to squirm more and the moans became very loud.
They sucked for a few minutes, until Grace pushed the man's head away very quickly. She was about to come, Ken thought. She pushed him away and he pulled his cock out of her mouth, very wet and gleaming in the light.
He swung around and mounted her as she gasped and held him tight around the back, running her hands over his muscular shoulders and down to his hairy ass.
She caressed his asshole with her white painted finger as he kissed her hard on the mouth. His cock was stiff and pointing up at her face as he rose to probe for her cunt.
She thrust her legs around his back as he inserted his cock in her cunt. They both moaned very loudly as he dropped down to her, his cock sliding into her warm cunt for the first time.
Ken stared at the man's face, eyes closed and lost in ecstasy. Just think, he said to himself, that man's cock is buried in her cunt right at this very moment.
The man rose, pulling his cock back, then thrust down hard into her pussy as she screamed in delight. She wrapped her legs tighter around his back and her hands roamed all over his body.
He kissed her tit and sucked on her nipple as he screwed his rod in and out of her cunt. Ken could hear the sound of his tool slicing through her juices as he fucked her.
He began to pump more quickly, and the slurping sound became quick and loud. She started to thrust her hips back up at his downcoming body, and the sound of their skin clapping together was loud.
Her tits were shaking and her whole body quivering as he pulled back and thrust his rod back into her cunt. She screamed at each thrust.
Ken could hardly contain himself. His own cock was pulsing madly under his robe.
They were fucking madly now, their hips slapping together hard each time he drove in and she thrust back. The sounds of the room filled Ken's ears: the screams, the moans, the heavy breathing, the sound of their hips clapping together, the sound of his cock slicing through her cunt.
The whole bed was bouncing violently as the man pumped into her furiously, his ass up and down over her white body. Her hands ran down to his ass and pushed him in hard, her eyes closed and her hips pumping hard.
All of a sudden he saw her start to squirm wildly, and kick her legs in the air. She screamed louder than ever, as if she were in deep pain, but Ken knew it was not pain but ecstasy as she entered her climax.
The man pumped faster than ever and started to moan as he held her down and drove his cock into her squirming hole. She flailed her arms and then held him tight, as he bit into her tits and shot his load. She was still squirming and moaning as he started to slow down.
He came to a stop and lay on top of her, his cock still buried in her now-wet cunt. She smiled at him after opening her eyes, and they kissed on the lips tenderly. Her legs wrapped around his back again and they continued kissing, the man caressing her smooth white neck.
Ken couldn't take it any longer. He crawled back along the terrace and climbed back into his bedroom, his cock still pulsing madly.
His heart was beating very loudly as he lay back in the bed. He took off the robe and saw his cock very long and stiff, throbbing, his balls taut in their sac. He lay on the bed thinking of his aunt.
He could still picture her smooth white body lying nude on the bed. He could picture her mouth over the man's cock, and the bed bouncing as they fucked. He could still hear her screams of pleasure, and wished they were in his ear as he held her close. I would do anything to make it with her, he thought.
He could not sleep. He wondered how many times they would make love that night. But he knew he could not stay out on the terrace. He couldn't take another minute of watching their ecstasy, knowing it was not for him. ;
He had to wait a very long time before his cock began to shrink. He felt a little sleepy, but felt he would be missing something if he dozed off.
But there was nothing to miss, he reminded himself. His aunt Grace could fuck all night with the photographer, could suck his cock until it was blue, but it wouldn't do him any good. The most he could do was watch.
He was shivering in bed, and pulled the covers up around his naked body. Perhaps I caught a chill on the terrace, he thought. He had been so engrossed in the spectacle that he hadn't even noticed if it were cold or not.
He did not hear any more screams or moans coming from the bedroom. He felt himself drifting in sleep, and closed his eyes to fall off into sleep.
For some reason, his thoughts kept returning to a young girl he had made love to once. He remembered every detail of that night, just as he remembered every detail of Grace's love, and he could not help comparing the two.
Grace know what to do. She took active part in the love and did not let the man do all the work. She sucked his cock and let him suck her pussy. She allowed herself to let loose and release her emotions.
On the other hand, he remembered how dull his night with the young girl had been. He was staying at his parent's house in the country and met the girl at the lake. Her parents were also there, but she said they were going out for the night and he could come over. Hoping for the best, he had gone.
She was a young girl, very small and thin. She met him and they returned to the house. He brought a bottle of wine, but she refused to drink.
They sat on the couch watching television for a while, then started to make out. He got very hot, and thought that she was also hot.
He slipped off her blouse and played with her tiny breasts. She sat still, and he waited for her to begin caressing him.
She never did. Even as he removed her pants and panties and slipped his own down his legs, she lay still, breathing only slightly heavier than usual.
He remembered running his finger between the wet lips of her cunt, feeling the bristle of her sparse blonde bush on his hand and the slippery muscles of her cunt.
He had sucked on her tits and caressed her neck, but he could not get her to do a thing. He mounted her, slid his cock into her cunt, and started to pump, sure that now she would begin to react.
Nothing happened. He pumped and pumped, felt his rod swell with gism, and dropped his load in her warm snatch as she breathed heavy but did not say a word or move a muscle.
When she felt his come filling her cunt, she opened her eyes and smiled, as if everything was finished. He wanted to know why she did not finish, but she considered it over when he shot his load. She had only fucked to please him, to keep him.
He was disappointed. That was not what he was looking for. He wanted to make love with a girl, not a dummy. He never saw her again, but the other few times he made love it had been the same.
He thought of his aunt Grace and how different she had been. She did not lie still, she didn't want to satisfy the man alone but herself as well. That was the way it should be, that was the way Ken wanted it.
He longed to make love with her, but he knew his chances were slight. She was too old, and he probably would not see her again for a long time.
But then again, his father had mentioned that they intended to re-establish contact with the family. He had specifically mentioned that he wanted to see more of his sister. In fact, Ken had seen his father talking to Grace. Perhaps they had already made some arrangements for getting together.
He hoped he would see her again. But then again, he thought, what good would it do him? It would only make him want her more, only make him more depressed that he was missing out. He had no chance, after all, of ever really making it with her.
He knew that she would probably be gone when he awoke in the morning. He wondered what would happen if she hadn't found the photographer. Would she have picked someone else up? Maybe she was a tramp. She might even have given him a tumble.
But he doubted if she had even noticed his presence. He was a young boy, she a woman, a widow with a fortune. What right did he have to want her? What hope did he have of getting her at all?
He felt very tired. He listened again, but heard no more sounds in the next room. They probably had fallen asleep. Ken wondered what his parents would think of Grace bringing a man up to sleep with her. But then again, they had been too drunk to notice anything.
His cock was at last limp. He felt relieved. He resolved to look for another girl, a girl that might satisfy him more. Surely there were some even at his age. If he were lucky he would find one.
He heard the noise downstairs, but it did not sound as wild as before. The party must be breaking up, he thought. He heard a few scattered laughs, and a shout, as he fell off, thinking of his luscious aunt Grace and her beautiful nude body heaving on the bed.
CHAPTER TWO
He awoke with a hard-on. He rolled over on his stomach but his stiff rod hurt. Damn, he thought, here I have another hard-on and nothing to do with it. I sure wish I had a girl.
Then he remembered the party the night before, and the guests in the house. He listened but couldn't hear anyone about downstairs. Perhaps they had already left.
Suddenly he recalled his aunt and the lovemaking scene he had witnessed. He felt his rod pulsing, and wondered if he had dreamed about her. That would certainly have been enough to give him an erection.
He looked at the clock. It was late, almost twelve noon. He dressed quickly and opened the door into the hall. The rest of the doors were opened, the guests apparently gone. He was disappointed, for he had hoped to be able to see Grace at least once more. Now she was gone, maybe forever, he thought.
He went downstairs into the kitchen. His mother was just washing the breakfast dishes.
"Good morning," she said.
He nodded.
"How do you feel this morning?" she asked.
"Okay, I guess," he said, taking a cup of coffee and walking to the table.
"Everybody else felt really bad this morning," his mother said. "I guess they all tied one on last night. That was some party."
"Are they all gone?" he asked.
"Yes, they all left early," she replied. "Your aunt Grace was the last to leave, she just walked out a few minutes ago."
"Oh? Who was she with?" he asked.
"I don't know his name," she answered. "That guy from the reception. He was really a nice man."
"Yeah," he laughed. "She was pretty nice too."
"She has the life," his mother said, washing off the dishes and putting them in the drainer. "She got all that money from her husband, and she was only married a year."
"What does she do with herself?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "I guess she just hangs around at her house. I hear she has a big house in the country. She probably does just what she did last night."
At those words his mother turned and glared at him. Ken knew they were aware that she had slept with the photographer. And he was sure his mother didn't approve.
"Well, if you're rich I guess you can get away with anything," she said, returning to her dishes.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
"Anyway, we'll get a chance to see her house soon," his mother said. "She invited your father and us to spend the weekend."
"Really?" he asked, very pleased. "Are we going?"
"Yes, your father wants to go," she replied. "When?" he asked.
"Soon, I guess, maybe a week or two," she answered.
He was delighted. He would get a chance to see his aunt after all. He was curious to see her house, to see the way she lived.
"I guess you won't be going," his mother said. "We know you never like to go away with your mother and father."
"But I'd like to go," he said. "Can I?"
"Sure, if you want to," she answered. "I just didn't think you'd be interested."
"Did she invite me?" he asked.
"She just told him to bring the family," she replied.
He was very pleased. He could hardly wait. All day long he could think of nothing but his aunt.
The following week he tried, as usual, to meet a girl. He hung around the usual spots, but nothing happened. He kept reminding himself that he would be at his aunt's house that weekend, and didn't mind not having a girl.
He didn't really have any intention of trying to make her. She was too old, he figured, and wouldn't give him a second look. But he liked to see her anyway. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could catch another show.
The days dragged by as he waited for the weekend. They were to leave early Saturday, and arrive that afternoon, for her house was about two and a half hours from theirs.
When Saturday rolled around Ken was up and ready very early. He had to put up with his parent's chatter for the drive out, sitting in the back watching the passing scenery.
As they pulled into the driveway of the house after their long drive, Ken was amazed. The house was very large, with two stories, and a huge garage on the side. It was secluded, surrounded by dense trees and a high stone wall.
They parked in the garage and walked toward the house. He saw his aunt Grace standing on the large front porch, dressed in a flowing pair of pants and a low-cut blouse. Her long black hair was caught in the wind, blowing up around her oval face.
She greeted them on the porch. He was pleased that she remembered his name, even though she had not been introduced to him. His father must have pointed him out the day of the wedding.
They sat around that afternoon on the veranda, his parents drinking with Grace as Ken sat around listening. He went for a walk on the grounds to pass the time, then returned to find them still drinking, now a bit high.
His aunt was doing a lot of talking. Both his parents were very curious to hear her story, since they hardly knew her and were wondering how she lived. They always were curious about rich people.
Ken was bored. He couldn't take his eyes off his aunt as she sat in a wicker chair, her blouse low enough to reveal the top of her white tits. He was careful not to gape, for he didn't want her to notice him ogling her.
They ate dinner together, still chattering. His aunt told them that she had little to do in her house, that she had few guests and sometimes got lonesome. His father invited her to stay at their house anytime she wanted to come down to the city. Ken was delighted to think she might be coming back to his house.
She said she just might do that, for often she got so bored and lonely she just had to leave for a while. She would visit them soon, she said.
His father talked about how great it was that after all these years they were going to see each other again. Ken knew that his father almost never mentioned her, however. In fact, Ken had not even known she even existed before the wedding.
The night was as dull as the day. They sat in the parlor now, and still chattered. All three were high, he could see. He walked around through the house to keep himself occupied.
He found her bedroom and peered in. There was a large double bed in the center of the room, and clothes thrown all about haphazardly. He walked over to the bed and felt the mattress. He could see the outline of her body on the mattress and the covers. He felt it, but it was no longer warm.
He picked up a pair of stockings from the bed, then found one of her bras. He looked at it and felt the material. She sure has big tits, he thought.
For some reason touching her bra made his cock start to swell. He fondled the soft cups, then searched through the piles of clothes for her underwear.
He found a pair of pink panties and smelled the odor of her cunt on them as he held them to his nose. His cock was really throbbing now.
He couldn't go back and sit in the parlor again. He would have to look at his aunt down there, with his cock still throbbing madly under his pants.
He went down and quickly asked where he was to sleep. His aunt grinned broadly at him as she told him his bedroom was on the second floor, two doors down from hers. His parents could have the big bedroom on the first floor.
He almost blurted out that he knew where it was, but then realized he didn't want her to know he had been snooping. He thanked her and went upstairs.
He couldn't get the picture of her smiling face out of his mind. He was sure there was something strange about the way she had looked at him. And he would be alone on the floor with her, his parents far away in some other corner of the house. If only I was older, he thought.
He took a shower in the large tiled bathroom near her bedroom. Slipping back into his bedroom, he heard the talk downstairs dying out and chairs scraping along the floor. Perhaps they were at last finished and were going to bed. .
He wanted to take one more peek into her bedroom before he went into his, but he feared she would come up the stairs and catch him snooping. He had lost his erection in the shower, however.
He lay on his bed, dressed again, since he had forgotten to bring any clothes along to sleep in. He left the door open so he could see her when she walked up the stairs.
He waited, lying in bed with the lights on, paging through a magazine that he found on the table next to the bed. He felt his cock quiver every time he thought of his aunt, and the sight of her sucking on the photographer's cock.
At last he heard footsteps on the stairs. He waited and saw his aunt coming up and stepping onto the rug in the hall. She could not help but see him. She looked in his room and stuck her head in the door.
"Not sleepy, eh?" she smiled.
"No, I guess not," he said, almost feeling his voice quiver.
"I'm not either," she smiled, then disappeared.
He could not even try to fall asleep. He lay reading for about fifteen minutes, then felt he had to go to the bathroom.
He left the bedroom and walked down the hall. Her bedroom was closed, and he assumed she was in bed for the night.
The walls of the house were thick, as were the doors, and he couldn't hear a sound in the house. He opened the door to the bathroom and was shocked to hear the shower running. Steam filled the room.
"Who's that?" he heard Grace yell.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I didn't hear the shower running."
"Yes, I know," she screamed over the racket of the shower. "It's hard to hear anything through these walls."
As he stood there he could see the outline of her naked body through the clear glass shower door. He saw the outline of her tits through the clouded glass, as she bent down to scrub her feet. Her tits hung down under her body. He could hardly tear his eyes away.
"Will you do me a favor?" she said.
"Sure," he replied.
"I forgot my clothes," she screamed. "Go into my bedroom and bring me the robe that's on the bed. It's the first door on the right."
He almost said, "I know," but checked himself. He closed the bathroom door and hurried to her bedroom, finding the robe right on the bed. It was a thick pleated robe with a long tie-cord hanging. He carried the robe back to the bathroom.
As he entered the bathroom he saw that the shower was off. The door was still closed, and he could see the outline of her body still behind the glass.
She opened the sliding glass door and stuck her head out. Ken felt his rod beginning to swell as he saw her head, hair soaked and dripping, leaning out of the shower.
"Thank you," she said.
"I'll just leave it here," he said.
"Would you hand me a towel," she smiled.
He ripped a towel off the hook and handed it to her. As she reached out for it she pulled her body slightly out of the shower and he caught a quick glimpse of her chest, spotting her shaking breasts which were revealed almost all the way down to her nipples.
She pulled back with the towel. He realized that he was gaping at her, and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, Ken dear," she said. "Would you carry my clothes back to the bedroom for me. I always run through the hall to avoid a chill and drop all my clothes."
He picked up the clothes without answering. As Ken rose, he saw her reach down and grab the robe. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her step out of the shower as he left the bathroom.
I wonder what she's up to, he thought. She couldn't be trying to seduce me. Maybe she likes to tease.
As he walked into her bedroom she darted past and ran into the room in front of him. The robe was wrapped around her body, but not tied.
"Thank you so much," she said. "I have the towel under this robe, would you bring it back to the bathroom for me?"
"Sure," he said.
"You'll have to turn around," she said. "The towel is under the robe, wrapped around my fanny."
He turned and waited for her to tell him she was finished. It seemed like a long time. All at once he felt her hands on his shoulders, spinning him around.
He turned and looked at her. He almost fainted. She had taken off the robe and held the towel in her hand. She was standing stark naked in front of him. He looked down at her body, her large heavy tits shaking back and forth, her smooth skin glowing from the shower, her dense black bush between her white legs. And she was only inches away from him.
She was looking in his eyes, smiling. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Ken didn't know what to do. He couldn't speak.
"You're such a help," she smiled.
Holy shit, he said to himself, she really is trying to seduce me. It's too good to be true. But now what?
He felt his knees shaking. She still held him at a distance, her tits bobbing as she spoke.
"I noticed the way you were looking at me," she said. "Do you like me?"
"Yes, yes," he blurted out.
"I like you too," she smiled. "It's gets pretty lonely up here."
He couldn't speak. She was staring into his eyes.
"Would you like to stay around a while?" she asked.
"I have to go back with my parents," he answered, his voice quivering.
"I mean now, in this room," she smiled.
"Oh. Yeah, sure," he said, still trying to figure out if he was dreaming or not.
She walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Come here," she said.
He started to walk over, his eyes feasting on her smooth nude body.
"Are you afraid?" she asked.
"I guess so," he replied as he reached the bed.
"Sit down," she said.
He sat on the bed next to her. Her arms went around his neck again, and she pulled him close and kissed his ear.
"I'll teach you," she said.
He felt his cock throbbing already under his pants. Her skin was so soft and warm, even though his clothes were on. He looked down at her dense black bush, clean as a whistle after her shower.
She pulled him back on the bed so that they both were lying across the mattress. He reached out timidly and put his hand on her stomach, feeling the heat of her body on his hand, the heaving of her breath.
She had her hand around his shoulder. She pulled his head to hers and they kissed for a long time. He could hardly catch his breath as he felt the softness of her warm lips on his quivering mouth, then the touch of her worming tongue in the hot confines of his mouth.
Her hand touched his neck softly, then slid down along his arm. She reached to his shirt and opened the buttons down the front, pulling it apart and running both hands along his chest.
He felt his whole body shaking with nervousness and anticipation. Wow, he though, what a difference from the other girls. He didn't have to do a thing, she did all the work. He was too nervous to act anyway.
She removed his shirt and pressed her naked chest against his. He felt the pillow of her tits against his as they crushed up against his bare chest. Her skin was warm and smooth. Her hands roamed over his quivering back.
He wanted to squeeze her tits and run his hand into her crotch, but he was too nervous. He lay back as she caressed the small of his back with her thin fingers.
She lay one leg over his body, and he saw her cunt spread out between her legs. He kissed her on the neck, then on the earlobe, as the hand on his back slid under his pants and along the line of his ass.
She opened his zipper and snap and tugged at his pants. His body prevented her from pulling them off, but his mind was so twisted he didn't realize it. Suddenly he noticed she was trying to pull his pants off, and rose. She ripped off his trousers and then his briefs, looking down at his stiff cock.
His balls were taut and his rod pulsing as she grabbed the staff and rubbed the swollen head. He moaned, trying to be quiet, but the sensation was too great. He found himself almost panting.
She pulled him close and he felt the warmth of her whole body against his, pressed tight. Her tits were pulsing against his chest, and her leg was again wrapped around his now-bare thigh.
He finally reached out and ran his hand along her belly up to her tit. He squeezed the warm flesh together, the skin moving in his hand like a water balloon. He pinched the taut red nipple in his fingers as she shot her tongue into his ear and wormed it around. The sound of her wet tongue was loud in his ear as she wet the lobes with her mouth.
He grabbed the other tit and squeezed it, then again pinched the soft nipple. He went from one tit to the other with his hand, as she lay back and spread her legs wide.
He looked into her dense bush and noticed her pink cunt lips open. He longed to dive in there and eat her up, but was worried about doing it right. He never had sucked on a girl's pussy. She grabbed his cock again and rubbed the head, then stroked the throbbing shaft with her warm hand. He moaned as he felt her nails against his staff, her fingers on his hairy balls, juggling them around in her palms.
She pushed her leg further over his body. He was still on his back, his stiff cock pointing up at his face. She held it tight in her hand so that it pointed up at the ceiling.
He gasped loudly as she mounted him, pressing her nude body down on his. Her tits hung down under her body as she lay above him, propped up by her hands.
He looked up at her. She was smiling down at him. He couldn't get his eyes off her dangling tits, however.
She moved up so that her tits dangled in front of his face. She swung one of them into his mouth and he sucked hungrily on the taut nipple. She squeezed the breast with her hand to push the nipple further into his mouth.
He could hardly catch his breath. He saw that her eyes were glaring down at him, and she was smiling. Her tits swung in front of his open mouth and he licked up at the pink nipples.
She ground her bush down as she swung, caressing his stiff rod. She picked up the rod and stuck it through her legs, rising and falling on the staff to rub it along the insides of her closed thighs.
He felt the head of his cock touching her asshole, his balls hanging freely between his slightly spread legs. She was rising and falling, her tits bouncing into his mouth. He reached out and held her around the back, feeling her smooth warm skin.
She grabbed his cock and placed it between the lips of her cunt. He felt the wetness against his tender head as she swirled her hips to twist his cock around. Then she dropped down hard on his body, enveloping his cock in her warmth. He moaned loudly as he felt his cock sliding easily into her wet snatch.
Her body came down to touch his, the skin caressing his, her tits crushing up against his chest. Her arms were above his head, running through his hair as she swirled her nimble hips to suck his cock in deeper.
He grasped her ass to push her hips down onto his crotch, slipping his cock to the depths of her body. Her ass rose and fell as he felt her wet cunt around his stiff throbbing rod, sucking the gism through his body.
She caressed his neck and kissed him on the shoulders, her hands running lightly through his hair as he began to thrust up at her downcoming snatch.
He could feel the whole bed bouncing under their bodies, and heard his own moans in his ear. The sound of his cock slicing through her wet cunt was also loud and quick.
He pumped back harder, and their hips slapped together loudly as they met. Each time they clapped together his cock struck to the back of her cunt, and they both moaned. He held her tight around her ass and she wrapped her hands around his head and kissed his lips.
Ken felt the gism rising quickly into his staff. He had never felt such a sensation before as he lay on his back with his rod buried in her wet cunt, her body moving up and down over his, her tits shaking under his face. He pumped up with all the strength of his hips as he felt her moving more quickly, also approaching her orgasm.
The bed was shaking violently now, and his cock went in and out of her cunt very quickly. She was bouncing down on him, her ass shaking as he held her cheeks tight, pressing her warm crotch down onto his. He felt his bush bristle against hers as his cock went into her cunt to the hilt.
She put her head on his shoulders and he heard the sound of her heavy breathing and moaning loud in his ears. He caressed her neck as he felt his cock tensing with gism.
She started to huff and puff rapidly as she began to bounce harder and faster than ever. He pushed back with all he had and his cock bore to the depths of her cunt with each pump.
She started to shake all over and scream loudly as he felt his rod swell to the fullest. Her cunt rose to circle his throbbing head and then enveloped his staff again completely as he let out a moan and shot his hot come into her downcoming cunt. She pumped hard with her hips as she entered her orgasm.
He was surprised as the violence of her climax was nearing its completion. The girls he had made love with had never reached such heights. She rose and fell quicker than he thought possible, her hips clapping against his as his rod filled her snatch with his hot fluids.
She bounced hard and screamed loudly, then began to slow down and finally came to a stop, her body on his, his cock in her cunt.
She picked her head up after a short rest and stared him in the eyes. He remembered how most of the other girls had been too embarrassed to even look at him. But Grace was staring at him, smiling broadly.
"That was pretty good," she said.
"Yeah, it sure was," he laughed, surprised at the lightness she attached to it all. He was used to going with girls who considered it all a very big thing.
"Did you like it too?" she smiled. "I loved it," he said.
"I figured I could make you lose your shyness," she said.
She kissed him on the lips tenderly. He could feel his cock swimming in the come that filled her cunt.
"Do you go with a lot of girls?" she asked.
"No, not many at all really," he answered.
"Why not?" she said.
"I don't know," he answered. "I just don't know that many. Anyway, they don't interest me that much."
"Why is that?" she asked.
"Well, you know...." he said.
"You mean they don't want to ball?" she smiled.
"Sort of," he replied. "But even if they do it's not really much fun. They make such a big deal about it."
"I know what you mean," she said. "Maybe I used to be that way myself."
"No kidding," he said.
"You can't believe that?" she said. "Well, girls change when they get older. You'll see."
"I hope so," he replied. "But I don't think I'll ever meet another girl like you."
"Do you really like me that much?" she smiled.
"Oh yes, I liked you the first time I saw you," he replied.
"Well I'm sure glad you came here," she said. "I live all alone out here, and don't get too much, if you know what I mean. I enjoyed it."
"You should come to the city again," he said.
"I am," she replied. "I talked with your father and I told him that I was coming down to the city soon and he offered to put me up in your house. Isn't that great?"
"It sure is," he answered.
"I can see you while I'm there," she said.
"Great," he replied.
She kissed him on the lips very softly, rubbing each lip against his and then licking with her tongue. He felt his cock begin to stir inside her cunt as she shifted her weight slightly and his rod swam in her juices.
"I think you'd better go back to bed," she said, much to Ken's disappointment. "I wouldn't want your father to find us here like this."
"That's true," he said. "It would be quite a scene."
"You don't have to tell me that," she smiled. "He's my brother."
She pulled up with her hips and his limp cock fell out of her cunt. She lay on her back next to him, and he looked at her black bush wet with sweat and come. Her long thin legs were glowing in the light as if oiled.
He rose from the bed and searched for his clothes.
"When are you coming down?" he asked. "Oh, a week or two," she replied.
"I'll be waiting for you," he said.
"Good," she replied. "I'll see you then."
He was dressed. He walked over to the bed and bent down over her nude body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down as he bent to kiss her. Her lips were warm and smooth on his as they embraced. He squeezed her soft tits once for a nightcap.
"I'll see you in the morning," she said.
"Good night," he bid her as he left the bedroom.
"Turn off the light, please," she said.
He put his hand on the switch, then turned once to see her nude body on the bed, her tits heaving as she breathed deeply, her legs spread wide and her bush glowing in the light. Her eyes were closed, and her hair messed on her head. He flicked off the light and the room was plunged into darkness.
He went back to his room. He was so happy he wanted to clap his heels together. He had done it. He had fucked his aunt. After all he had thought about it, after all the times he had told himself it could never happen, he had made love to his aunt. Or rather, she had made love to him.
He undressed and lay in bed with the lights now off. He could not sleep. His heart was still racing and every thought was of Grace, and of her luscious body. How lucky he was to experience such delights at his tender age, he thought.
He wondered what would have happened if he had been caught. He knew that his parents were asleep on the first floor and that they usually slept like logs. Besides he couldn't imagine that they would ever suspect anything of his aunt, or of him. But still it could have happened.
He realized it wouldn't have mattered to him. He would have gone through with it no matter what the risks. He could never resist.
He wondered what time it was. His parents would be curious to know why he hadn't slept if he acted very tired the next day. But he could not relax. He could hardly wait for the next visit of his aunt, but he knew that would not be for many days yet.
CHAPTER THREE
It was almost light by the time he fell asleep. He slept right through breakfast as the house came alive with his parents and his aunt.
They wondered why he did not come down for breakfast. Usually Ken awoke early. His aunt only smiled when they mentioned that to her.
After waiting for a few hours, they grew impatient and decided to leave for the country without him. They had planned a short drive through the woods. Grace left him a note on the table.
When Ken finally came downstairs, he could feel that the house was empty. He was annoyed that they would leave without him, until he noticed that it was already past one in the afternoon. How could I have slept so long, he wondered.
He found the note. Grace told him they would be back before dinner. He sat in the living room to wait, paging through various magazines.
The rest of the day dragged on. He had nothing to do and fell asleep a few times before his parents came home.
He longed for Grace again. But she could not even pretend that there was anything between them. He caught her eye once, and she smiled. But he knew he had to wait for her visit to the city.
He was in a cloud all the way home. His parents chatted in the front seat as they drove, and once or twice asked him if anything was wrong with him. He was so quiet.
They talked of how nice Grace's house had been and how they envied her carefree life. They also mentioned, much to Ken's delight, that they were expecting Grace in the city within two weeks.
After they reached their house, Ken found that he could not get down to his day to day business. He was supposed to start a job that week, a job at the office of a friend of his father's, who had offered him a job to tide him over. He looked forward to having some spending money, but couldn't think of much else besides Grace.
He realized how young and inexperienced he must have seemed to her. The idea struck him: if he was going to be working, why not move out of his house and get his own place. That would make him seem much older in her eyes, if he were on his own.
He thought it over that week. But the weekend rolled around without any action. Grace did not show up. He took this as an omen, giving him more time to find a place.
A boy at work knew where he could find a cheap studio. He made up an excuse for his parents, and went to look at it after work one night. It was perfect for him, small and cheap but very nice. There was even a few pieces of furniture in the apartment.
He took the place. That week he had to tell his parents of his plans. He dreaded that.
But to his surprise, they didn't object. In fact, his father approved. He felt it would be a good experience for Ken to live on his own for a while and find out what it was all about. The apartment was not too far from his parents' house, and he could visit often.
He was very happy. He had feared a scene. Now everything was working out fine. He would have his own place by the time his aunt came to the city for her visit.
He moved in that Thursday night. There was already a mattress, a kitchen table and chairs and a dresser in the place, so he did not have to buy any furniture right away.
He slept at his new place that night and went to work in the morning. He felt like a new man. He was on his own at last.
But he wondered how he could get in touch with his aunt to tell her to come over. He decided to visit his house that weekend if she did come down.
Friday night he made an attempt to go out. After all, he said to himself, I'm on my own and free to do anything I want. But even in the bar and the club, he could not get his mind off his aunt's visit. He longed for Saturday.
He woke early the next morning and called his parents. They asked how he had been doing, and he chatted with them for a while, trying to discover whether Grace was coming down or not. But his mother didn't mention anything. Ken had to ask himself.
He was delighted to find out that she had called that morning and would be down soon after lunch. He promised to come over that afternoon.
He thought of how proud he could feel now, knowing that he was no longer a little boy living at his parents' house. He had his own place. His aunt would surely be pleased.
He left his place soon after noon and took the bus to his house. As he neared the house he saw his aunt's car parked in front, and a knot of excitement tightened in his throat.
His aunt greeted him warmly as he entered the living room. He sat with his parents and they chatted. They seemed to treat him differently, as if he were one of them and not such a child any longer. He became involved in the conversation, which was unusual for Ken.
His aunt mentioned during the course of their discussion that she planned to go out the next day to see the city. She also mentioned that she planned to go out that evening, and wanted to know if they would be annoyed if she were to come home very late. His father said it would be fine, and gave her an extra key.
Ken knew he had to catch her alone to find out if she planned to come over to his place. But if his father left the room, his mother would still be there, and vice-versa.
But then Ken realized that it didn't matter. His parents would never suspect anything. After all, Grace was his aunt. He asked her in front of both his parents if she wanted to stop over and see his place before she went out for the night. She agreed.
His father thought it was a fine thing his sister and his son were becoming so close. He thought it was great that Grace was interested in his son's life.
Ken was overjoyed. He waited until after dinner, then bid his parents goodbye and left with his aunt.
They got in her car and started for his place.
His aunt was just as pleased as he had hoped.
"It's really great that you have your own place now," she said.
"Yes, I like it," he replied. "It's small, but big enough for me."
"Now you can have your own life," she said.
"Yes, that's why I moved out," he answered. "I have a place to bring visitors now."
She smiled at him. Yes, he thought, she was very pleased. Perhaps she had even looked forward to seeing him as much as he had longed to have her again. He could hardly wait until they reached his place.
She made a routine inspection of the apartment.
"Very nice," she concluded, sitting on the mattress in the living room, for Ken did not have a separate bedroom.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, sitting down next to her on the mattress.
Ken could hardly wait. He had looked forward to this moment all week, the moment when he was alone with Grace, ready to once more enjoy her charms. She smiled at him and lay back on the mattress.
"I'm so tired," she said. "I had quite a day."
He saw her body stretched out on the mattress, her arms around her head covering her eyes. Her chest was heaving as she took a deep breath, and her tits rose and fell under her thin red sweater. He saw her long legs stretched out, in a pair of blue dungarees. She had kicked off her shoes upon entering the apartment and her toes were painted a dull red.
He wondered if it would be the same this time. She did not look as if she was going to be as active as the first time. Perhaps she was leaving it up to him now.
He wondered if he was capable. But he had to try. He longed for her so much.
He ran his hand over her belly to the mound of her tit, and she removed the hand from her eye and looked at him. He smiled and she smiled back, then closed her eyes again.
That was it, he thought. She was letting me do the work this time.
He squeezed her soft tits, feeling that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were like butter in his hand, even through her sweater.
He slid his hand under her sweater and up to her tit, feeling the softness of her skin, the sponge-like warmth of her bare breast. He found her nipple and pinched it lightly between his fingers.
She did not stir, except to smile broadly, her eyes still closed. She was enjoying his work. He was delighted, but still worried if he could handle her, if he could satisfy a woman.
He pulled up her sweater and saw her pearly tits shaking under his touch. He squeezed them together and fondled them in his cupped hand, then pinched her exposed nipples, feeling them growing hard and long in his fingers.
He ran his other hand along her thighs and-into the warmth of her crotch. She moved slightly when she felt his hand pressing against her cunt.
He pulled the sweater over her head and embraced her, feeling her naked chest against his body. He removed his shirt and pressed his bare chest against her warm tits.
He was starting to breath heavy, just by caressing her body. His cock was already very stiff. He longed to slip it into the wetness of her cunt.
He ran his hand down into her pants, under the dungarees. He pressed on the pillow of her bush through her panties, then undid her snap and pulled down her zipper.
She put a hand around his back as he wedged his leg between hers and pressed into her crotch with his knee. Then he kissed her on the lips, rubbing his lips along hers slowly and licking with his tongue until she shot her tongue into his mouth and the tip caressed his tongue.
He tugged on her pants until she rose to allow him to slip them down her legs. He pulled the dungarees all the way down to her ankles, then she kicked them off. He embraced her as she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, dressed only in her pink panties.
He feasted his eyes on her beauty. Her tits were firm and large, but not at all drooping. They shook gently as she breathed deeply.
Her skin was white, her belly smooth and soft. Her navel was a small crater breaking the smooth surface of her skin. Under her panties he could make out the outline of her black bush. Her thighs were fleshy and white, her whole leg long and perfectly rounded. Her toes were small and delicate, painted red. He wondered how he had ever come to make love with such a beautiful woman.
He ran his hand over her body, enjoying every inch of her warm flesh. He pressed his chest up against her tits, feeling the taut nipples against his.
She was just starting to move as he kissed her on the neck and caressed her white shoulders. He slid down to her tits and kissed around the nipples teasingly until she grabbed her breast andnd pushed the nipple into his mouth. He caressed the nipple lovingly and sucked on her tit hard as she held his head in place.
He felt her pushing him down. He kissed her navel, then her hips as she pushed him down further still. Then he realized she was driving him to her cunt.
He pulled down her panties and she slid her legs free, lying under him completely nude now. He kissed the warm skin on the inside of her thigh, her hand running over the softness of her pubic hair.
She spread her legs and he saw the wet lips of her cunt, pink and delicate. He touched them with his finger, feeling her cunt getting very wet and mushy.
She pushed his head into her crotch, and he held her lips open with his finger. He kissed her swollen clit, which was protruding between her lips and then cupped his mouth over her cunt and sucked hard.
He tasted the juices of her cunt in his mouth as he sucked. He shot his tongue out into her snatch, feeling her muscles moving to pull his tongue between her lips and into her cunt.
He licked with his nimble tongue, worming it around in her wet cunt. Her hips were now swirling in time with his tongue, and he held her around the hips with his hands and moved his head around over her cunt.
He ran one hand up and groped for her tits. He felt his hand fill with soft skin and found her taut nipple, squeezing the unseen breast with his hand as his tongue worked feverishly on her pussy.
All at once he felt her pulling his legs around. She tugged on his pants and he felt the snap open and the pants come loose around his waist as the zipper was pulled down.
He turned around so that his head was buried between her legs, his legs out over her head. She pulled down his pants and he kicked them off. He could feel his cock throbbing through his briefs.
She rubbed his staff through his underwear, caressing his thighs with her lips and tongue as he sucked on her cunt and squeezed her tits. He could already feel her hot breath on his crotch.
He felt her pulling down his briefs, and his stiff rod was throbbing freely in the air. He looked back over her belly as he caressed her clit and saw her just taking his rod in her hand and pulling his hips down over her face.
He winced in delight as he felt her mouth come over his swollen head, sucking on the tender red skin with her warm lips. He went back into her pussy and sucked on the thin skin of her clit as he started to squirm.
She licked along the length of his staff, from head to root with her wet tongue, and he started to squirm as well. Her hands were around his ass, running fingers along the crack of his ass and down under along his divide to pluck his taut balls.
He sucked furiously as he felt her mouth again cover his head. This time she plunged down on the staff, surrounding it in the wetness of her mouth. He could feel her tongue and lips burning his staff with her hot breath.
She went right down to the root, her cheeks touching his bush and the tip of his rod touching the back of her mouth. He sighed in ecstasy, feeling his body starting to quiver.
She ran her hand over his balls, pressing on his sac and juggling the balls around. He let out a loud moan as she reached down to the root of his cock again, her breath hot on his bush.
He had to hold on tight to her hips as she started to squirm madly under his tongue. He sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his finger along the line of her cunt under her legs to her asshole, feeling tiny hairs bristling against his finger.
He felt her mouth over his head, then her lips moving down along his staff and touching his bush. His gism was beginning to rise, and he hoped that for the first time in his life a girl would go all the way, let him shoot his cream into her mouth without pulling away at the first hot lick.
She was moving up and down more quickly now, her mouth making a loud sucking noise on his wet staff. He peeked up over her belly and saw his cock just sliding out of her mouth, wet and gleaming with her saliva. He saw it slide out until the red head was just visible between her wet lips, then slide down and disappear into her mouth again as he felt her hot breath on his bush.
She locked her legs around his head, cutting off his vision. He felt the heat of her thighs on his cheeks as his tongue wormed into her cunt and sucked on her wet swollen clit with all the force he could muster.
She began to breathe very hard, then start pumping her legs and hips, bouncing him up and down on the mattress. He held tight even as she started to squirm madly, keeping his mouth locked over her cunt.
She sucked furiously, her screams muffled by his cock, which filled her mouth. She slapped his balls and sucked hard on his staff as he felt the gism climbing along his staff and swelling the head.
She screamed very loudly and kicked her legs wildly. He had all he could do to hold on, but managed to keep his tongue in her cunt as she entered her climax, kicking about and bouncing her wide hips up and down on the mattress.
As he worked he too began to scream in ecstasy as his cock swelled to the fullest with gism. He felt his wet staff slide out of her mouth, the cool breeze of the rod, as she slapped his balls again and he felt his cock suddenly immersed in the warmth of her mouth. She rose again quickly, licking out with the tip of her tongue, then plunged down to the root, her lips caressing his bush, as he felt his cock explode in her mouth, shooting long hot spurts of come into her already-wet mouth.
He was moving up and down as she bounced under him, and he thrust into her mouth as if it were a cunt, pulling out and driving his rod back in as she sucked furiously. He emptied his aching balls as she started to slow down, her tension released and her come flowing into his mouth.
He drank her come as she swallowed his gism, then he collapsed on top of her, his head still buried in her warm crotch. She licked off his wet staff until it was again dry, then kissed him teasingly on the head as his cock grew limp in her hand.
He tickled her cunt and she squirmed and laughed. Then he pulled his head out from between her-legs and twisted around on the bed. He embraced her and she kissed him on the lips, her eyes now open.
He felt his cock rubbing against her warm thigh as they kissed. She smiled at him, looking straight in his eyes.
"That was great," he said.
"Yes, you were quite good at it," she smiled.
"Was I?" he said. "I haven't really done it too much."
"You were fine," she said, kissing him on the lips. Her hands shot around his neck and she pulled him close.
"You were really great too," he said.
"I thought you'd like it," she laughed.
"Wow," was all he could say.
His cock caressed her warm thigh and he ran his hand along her smooth belly, feeling it soft under his touch. Her hand stroked the hair in the back of his neck.
"Isn't it good now that I have my own place?" he said.
"Yeah," she answered, "I can come to the city as often as I like."
"Of course," he said. "I'd love to have you here any time, all the time, in fact."
"Well, I do have my own house," she smiled. "But I'll be here whenever I come to the city. It's so much better than my brother's house."
Ken almost forgot who her brother was. Of course, she meant his father. Grace certainly didn't seem like an aunt to him.
"You don't think he suspects anything, do you?" he asked.
"Don't be ridiculous," she laughed. "My brother thinks I'm a perfect angel. And he thinks you are too."
"Yeah, I guess so," he smiled.
"Wouldn't he be surprised," she laughed.
They both laughed, thinking of Ken's father and mother.
"I plan on throwing a party at my house soon," Grace said. "To bring the family together."
Ken rubbed his cock against her thigh and pressed his chest against her soft tit.
"This is what I call bringing the family together," he laughed.
"I'll invite your brother," she said. "We can see how he's making out."
"Yes, I haven't seen him," he said.
"I hardly know him, or his wife," she said.
"I think his wife is very nice," Ken said.
"Yeah, very nice," laughed Grace.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I just have a funny feeling about her. I didn't feel comfortable around her."
"Yeah? I didn't get that feeling," he replied.
"We'll get a chance to really meet her at the party," Grace said. "It should be quite a bash."
Ken ran his hand over her smooth belly and up to her firm tits, squeezing them softly. She watched his hand as he worked on her tits and nipples, and smiled when he looked at her.
She reached around along his back and ran her finger down along the line of his spine into the small of his back, then continued down to the crack of his hairy ass. He smiled and laughed as her thin finger tickled the hair on his ass.
She twisted her finger into his asshole as he squirmed in delight. His cock started to rise very quickly.
He reached over and planted one kiss on each of her nipples, then on the white skin between her firm breasts, then on her navel, then her thighs. She watched as he caressed her softly, licking tenderly with his wet tongue.
Her hand grasped his stiff rod and began to stroke it slowly, pulling the loose skin up to the swollen head. She rubbed the red head with the tips of her fingers and he squirmed.
"Doesn't that feel great?" she said.
"It sure does," he moaned.
She rubbed softly, then harder on his bulging head, then ran one fingertip along the line of his staff down to his root. She tickled his rod at the root and then plucked his balls, juggling them around in her fingers as he began to breathe heavy.
He reached into her cunt and slid one finger up into her warmth. He pulled it out and saw it wet with the juices of her cunt. Her lips and clit felt warm on his finger as he worked it in and out slowly, then stuck two fingers in as she spread her legs wider.
He twisted his fingers around in her snatch as she massaged his balls. Then she grabbed his rod again and stroked it and he felt the sensation of her touch piercing through his whole body.
He lay next to her, their arms extended over one another's body. His fingers plied apart her cunt lips and he worked two and then three fingers in and out, feeling her cunt get very wet as he worked.
She stroked his cock, pulling on the skin and rubbing the tender head with her fingers. He reached over with the other hand and caressed her nipples.
She closed her eyes and stopped smiling as she rose in her heat. He felt his cock very hard and throbbing in her grasp. His balls were quaking under her touch.
All at once she turned over on her belly and with the other hand resumed her play with his cock. He saw the white smooth skin of her back, the soft indention of her spine, the tiny hairs on her small, her black hair flowing over her shoulders. He looked down at the large firm buttocks of her ass and reached out to pat them softly.
He slid a finger along the spine down along the crack of her ass, then rammed a finger into her asshole as she squirmed with delight. He twisted the digit around in her tight ass and then slid under her body to find her cunt.
He felt the soft pillow of her bush and then the wet lips of her cunt. He pried the lips apart and once again inserted two fingers in her wet hole.
He bent over and kissed the soft cheeks of her ass, then opened her buttocks and licked along the crack of her ass, snaking his wet tongue into her asshole as she let out a moan.
He licked out her asshole as he squirmed and moaned. Her hand was tight around his cock pulling softly and rubbing both the head and the sac hanging below.
Ken longed to feel the warmth of her body close to his. He mounted her, running the tip of his cock along the line of her ass, then between her legs into the softness of her bush. She spread her legs far apart as he probed for her cunt.
He kissed her neck as he reached down and inserted his cock between the wet lips of her waiting cunt, then thrust with his hips and moaned as his cock was immersed in the warmth of her cunt.
He pulled back and then thrust once more, his cock driving through her open legs and under her body, slipping in and out of her cunt.
She lay face down on the bed under him, her head turned slightly to one side to emit her moans.
"Oh, that's great," she sighed.
He could feel her breathing heavier and heavier under him, her body rising and falling with her breath and with the force of his thrusts.
He pumped quick and hard, his rod slicing through her legs and through the wet membranes of her cunt, reaching to the very depths of her body with each powerful thrust. He began to swirl his hips around, twisting his cock around in her cunt and she pumped backwards with her ass, slapping her cheeks against his pelvis.
He caressed the back of her neck and heard her voice moaning very softly.
"Oh, just a little more. Oh, that's so good," she barely whispered.
Each time he thrust in, his balls swung under his body and bounced against her thighs. He pumped harder as she began to swirl her hips as well as pump backwards with her ass, and his cock was sucked deep into her snatch and twisted around by the movements of her hips.
He heard his own voice moaning and his breath very heavy as he felt another load of gism inching its way towards his rod. He slapped his waist against her ass and his balls against her thighs, his chest pressed tight against the warm skin of her back.
He almost bit into her neck this time, then caressed her shoulders as she twisted her head around and sighed deeply.
"Oh, I'm almost there. Oh, faster, faster," he heard her saying now.
He began to pump very fast, and he heard the sound of his cock slipping through her cunt, tearing through the wet membrane and sliding along her wet clit. He felt his rod touching the very depths of her cunt and his bush bristling up against the warmth of her ass and thighs and caressing her soft divide.
The bed was bouncing up and down as she started to move vioneltly under his thrusts. He pumped with all his might and speed and drove his rod to the depths, feeling his staff surrounded by the warmth of her snatch and the head soaked in the wetness of her body.
His cock began to tense and palpitate as the gism climbed towards the head. He pulled out and drove back hard and fast as his rod sliced loudly through her cunt and into her warmth.
She twirled her hips around very fast and kicked back with her ass to bounce her cheeks off his downcoming pelvis. She almost crushed his balls with the force of her ass.
Ken felt his pelvis pressing against the crack of her ass with each thrust, then his cock slipping out into the air and finally driving hard back into her warmth, pulled and twisted by her mobile hips.
She was moaning loudly as she approached a mighty orgasm, pushing backwards with her ass and swirling her hips, feeling the heat of his rod in her cunt, pulling out and then slipping back in to the hilt, his bush touching her cunt lips.
He was moaning loudly now also, swirling his own hips to twist his rod around in her cunt. He could feel the suction of her snatch pulling his cock into her body, pulling his whole body down onto hers and bouncing his balls and his pelvis off her ass.
She began to scream loudly as he felt his cock beginning to tense up with gism.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming. Fuck me hard, fuck me. Oh, shit!" she screamed.
He knew she was entering her climax, and pumped with all his might as his cock swelled and held for a very long time, in and out of her wet cunt, before he slipped in again and felt his head explode in a huge glob of hot come.
He continued pumping as his cock dumped his ball juice into her already-wet cunt. She screamed madly and swirled her hips as if to weing every last drop of come from his emptying balls.
He felt his cock stop spurting and the wetness of her gism-filled cunt surround his cock as he stopped pumping and lay on top of her, her soft warm buttocks against his bush.
She too had finished. She lay still under him, and he could see a smile on her face as he bent down to caress her neck.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered.
He felt that she really liked him, both as a sexual partner and a friend. Anything could happen now.
"I really like you, Grace," he said.
"Don't you call me 'Aunt Grace'?" she laughed.
"It's funny, but I hardly think of you at all as my aunt," he told her.
"I understand," she smiled. "I don't really think of you as my nephew."
"I really like you," he heard himself say again.
"Yes, I like you too," she replied.
His heart was racing. He held her tight and kissed her on the back of the neck. He felt he had never cared so much for any girl in his life, and this was a woman, ten years older than he, and his aunt to boot. It sure was funny the way some things can work out, he thought.
He slid his wet cock out of her cunt and dismounted her. She turned over on her back and lay still, staring at the ceiling. He lay next to her and caressed her tits.
"I have to leave soon," she said.
"You can sleep here if you like," he said.
"I know, but it would be hard to explain to your parents," she said. "Anyway, I want to go out tonight after all."
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Just around," she said. "I don't come down to the city too often and I figure I might as well take advantage of it now that I'm here."
"Yeah, I guess so, he replied. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I'd rather go by myself," she answered. "It would look rather strange."
"I guess you're right," he agreed.
She got up from the mattress and began to dress. He lay on the bed watching her cover her lovely body in clothes, longing to rip them off again and fuck the daylights out of her. He was sure he could never get enough of her.
She got completely dressed as he lay on the bed without moving, still nude. She bent down next to the mattress and kissed him goodbye, promising to see him again at the party, which was planned for about two weeks. She doubted if she would see him before that.
After she had left, Ken lay on the mattress, lost in thought. He didn't even consider dressing, much less going out, even though it was Saturday night. He wondered how on earth he was going to be able to wait two weeks for Grace.
He really liked her, he said to himself. He didn't care at all if she were his aunt. He would even marry her, he said to himself. He would do anything in the world for her.
He lay in bed for a very long time, remembering the delights of her body. Slowly he drifted into sleep, not regretting at all the fact that he was missing a Saturday night. What a girl, he thought, could possibly thrill him like his aunt Grace had.
CHAPTER FOUR
The days really dragged by. Early in the week Ken learned that the party was not to be held for another two weeks. There would be a weekend in between.
The week went by fairly quickly, but the weekend dragged. Ken went out with a few friends, but found that the conversation bored him. He couldn't stand to listen to the girls, girls he had been greatly interested in only a short time ago. But that was before he met Grace.
Now he compared every woman and girl he met with Grace, and his aunt always came out on top. Who could hope to match her? The girls he talked with seemed so boring. He couldn't stand the thought of going through the games he would have to if he wanted to get one of them into bed. Now that he had the apartment he thought he would have no trouble with girls, but he was just not interested.
But what did it matter? As long as he had Grace, he wouldn't need the others. He decided to try to talk Grace into visiting the city more often, when he saw her at the party.
He wasn't sure how she felt about him. Was he just a kid in her eyes? He was sure that wasn't true. She had really seemed to like him. Despite the age difference, not to mention the fact that Grace was his aunt, she had enjoyed his company and he figured she would be anxious to see him.
The weekend creeped by, then the long week of work. On Wednesday he talked with his parents on the phone and arranged for a ride to Grace's house. They were leaving at about two in the afternoon. His brother Harold and his wife Joy were also going, but they would take their own car.
Ken wondered what would ever come of the relationship. How would they ever get serious, if they both were by some chance to fall in love. It was, after all, quite possible. He felt that he himself was already well on the way.
But suppose his aunt also became enamoured of him? Suppose they wanted to marry? How could they ever get by the objections of society, not to mention those of their own family? It was useless to even consider it. Nothing could come of it.
Ken knew that as long as he was infatuated with his aunt, he would not be able to lead a good social life. He did not have any interest in meeting girls. Something had to happen soon, or he would find himself in trouble.
Saturday arrived at last. Ken hurried over to his parents' house right after lunch and waited impatiently for them to leave. He could hardly wait to get to the house, but he knew they still had a long ride before they arrived.
He sat in the back, curled up in the window, as his parents chattered in the front. It seemed as if they never would arrive. Ken fell asleep after a little while, sprawled out on the back seat.
When he awoke they were parking in the driveway of Grace's house. He felt refreshed, and bolted out of the car into the house.
Some of the guests had already arrived. He spotted his uncle, and a few other relatives he vaguely remembered, as well as some strangers, who he figured to be friends of Grace. He searched for his aunt, but she was not around at the moment. He spotted his brother Harold and his wife, and walked over to chat with them.
Harold held a drink in his hand, and took long sips from the glass as his wife stood next to him, arms crossed in front. She looked somewhat angry.
"Hello, Harold, how's it going?" Ken said.
"Great, really great," his brother replied, laughing.
"How are you Joy?" the younger boy asked. "I'm alive," she said, disgusted. "Joy's in one of her moods tonight," Harold said.
"She doesn't feel well?" asked Ken.
"Oh, it's not that," Harold said. "You wouldn't understand."
Harold cracked up and went for another drink. As soon as he had left, his wife seemed to come alive.
"How are you, Ken?" she asked, smiling for the first time.
"Oh, I guess I'm okay," he answered. "I have my own place now."
"Oh, really?" she said, smiling. "That's great."
"Yeah, I like it," he said. "I'll have to come by someday and see it," she said.
"Yes, you and Harold can stop by anytime," he said.
She smiled broadly, staring right in his eyes. "If Harold can make it," she said. Harold came back with a fresh drink. It was already half finished.
"Yeah, a party," Ken nodded. He could sense trouble between his brother and Joy.
"I still think you better hold on," she said, annoyed.
"Look, I'm getting sick and tired-" Harold started, as Ken walked away to avoid getting involved in the argument. How sad, he thought, for them to be arguing already, after such a short time of marriage. He had always thought that Harold would be a good person to live with, for he was very easy to get along with.
Ken walked through the crowd, nodding at faces that seemed slightly familiar. He saw his parents at the bar, but could not find Grace.
Ken had a few sandwiches, sitting on the sofa, and got into a conversation with a young man who claimed to be Grace's hairdresser. Wow, she really must be rich, if she has her own hairdresser, Ken thought.
Ken couldn't get involved in the discussion. He was looking for Grace. Once he did see her slip past, but she was obviously in a hurry, taking care of some matter or other, for it was her party. Ken had not chased her, figuring on seeing her again, but now he began to worry.
He stood at the large picture window that faced the back of the house. In the back he could see the pool, shimmering under the lights that surrounded it, the cool blue water reflecting the lights of the house. No one was out in the back.
Ken ran into Joy, who asked him if he had seen Harold.
"Probably drunk somewhere," Joy said.
"No, I haven't seen him," Ken said. "I was looking for Grace. Have you seen her?"
"I did awhile ago, but not recently," she replied.
Ken walked through the house, casually looking in the rooms. He held a drink in his hand as he climbed the staircase. Perhaps she was in her bedroom. Of course, he said to himself, she was in her bedroom waiting for him. How could he be so stupid?
He peeked into the room, but it was empty. The bed was covered with the usual collection of discarded clothes, but Grace was nowhere to be seen.
He couldn't figure out where she could be. It had been hours since he had arrived, and the party was half over. Where was the host.
Ken regretted that his parents had come late. He wished he taken a ride with his brother instead.
He found himself in a hallway, lined with darkwood doors. He remembered that his parents had slept in one of these rooms. He opened a few of the closed doors to investigate.
At the end of the hall he opened the door and looked down a flight of stairs. The cellar, he told himself, and was about to close the door again when he thought he heard moaning in the cellar. He pricked up his ears. Yes, there was definitely moaning in the cellar.
The longer he listened the more the moans resembled cries of sexual pleasure. Then he thought he recognized his brother's voice. So, he thought, that's where he is while his wife is looking all over for him.
Apparently the people downstairs had not heard him, for they were continuing their play. He stepped down a few stairs and closed the door behind him.
He looked around, but could only see a small part of the cellar. Then he bent down and looked through the stairs to the area behind him. He was shocked, and almost gasped.
On the couch against the wall, his brother Harold was almost nude, with a pair of white briefs and his socks still on. He was sucking on Grace's tits, as she lay under him, clad only in panties.
He was deeply hurt. How could it be, he wondered. No wonder he hadn't been able to find her. She was off making love with his brother, who was also her nephew.
He crouched down and watched as his brother sucked on Grace's huge tits, his leg between hers. She had her eyes closed, and was moaning softly as Harold worked on her breasts with his tongue.
She tugged on his briefs and pulled them down, and he kicked them off onto the floor. His long fat rod was pulsing wildly at her as he climbed aboard the couch. He pulled her panties down and dove into her bush. She screamed in delight as his tongue wormed into her cunt and his finger caressed her asshole. One hand remained over her full round tit.
She locked his head between her legs and continued moaning as he sucked. Then she pulled him around and took his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking softly and kissing the swollen head.
He was busy in her cunt as she put her lips around his head and plunged down. Ken almost winced as he saw the long tool of his brother slipping further and further into his aunt's mouth. Her delicate small hands played with his balls as she sucked.
He watched as she rode on his staff, licked around the head of his cock, and plunged down again almost to the root. Now Ken could hear the moaning of his brother as well.
All at once Grace pushed him away from her cunt and pulled him on top of her. He took his fat tool in his hand and inserted it quickly into her cunt, moaning as he thrust in for the first time.
She spread her legs wide and moaned as his cock slipped into her cunt. Even from his distance Ken could hear the sound of the cock in her juices as he worked it in and out.
She held him tight around the back and kissed him on the neck, then licked into his ear as he pumped hard into her cunt. Ken could see her tits crushed under Harold's body.
Ken watched his brother's ass rising and falling, pulling his cock and then driving it back in. Each time their hips clapped together, Grace moaned loudly.
Ken could hardly bear to watch. The moans of ecstasy from his aunt were driving him crazy. He longed to be the one with his stiff cock in her warm cunt.
Harold began pumping faster, and Grace thrust her hips up at him hard. Their skin clapped together loudly, and she pushed him down with her hands on his back.
She wrapped her legs around his ass as she began to scream louder. He pumped with all his might, starting to scream also.
Ken was thinking of leaving, when he heard his aunt scream very loudly, start kicking her legs, and pumping her hips up at Harold with great force. Harold slipped his cock in and out very fast as his aunt entered her climax.
Ken watched as the two soared, Harold groaning and pumping hard until he shot his load into the swirling cunt of his aunt. Grace held tight and kicked wildly as she creamed over Harold's incoming cock.
Ken couldn't take any more. He tiptoed up the three or four steps and opened the door. He stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him.
He was deeply hurt. How could she do such a thing? But hadn't she done the same thing with him? She had a right to do what she pleased, after all she wasn't married.
But what hurt Ken most was the fact that his aunt had wanted to make love with someone else, while knowing that Ken was at the party. If she really liked him, she would have seduced him instead. After all, it had been two weeks since their last meeting.
Ken didn't want to run into anybody. He walked through the kitchen and out into the backyard, knowing that it would be empty.
The air was warm despite the hour. It was almost warm enough for a swim, but he couldn't even consider it. He was thinking only of his aunt.
He had been a fool, he told himself. His aunt had only gone with him because there happened to be no one else around at the time. She was too old for him, and preferred men of her own age. That was to be expected. Harold was younger than Grace, but at least he was older than Ken. She had a right to go with whomever she chose.
But she had led him along, he felt. He wondered what he would do. Should he continue to wait for her, or should he forget about her and try to find other girls?
He walked over the patio and around the pool. The blue water shone with the colored lights. In the back of the patio, around the other side of the pool, it was darker. Ken headed for that area, wanting to be completely alone.
He noticed that someone had closed the curtain on the huge picture window. Now no one could see him in the yard at all.
Ken sat on a bench in the dark area of the patio. He stared at the house, brightly lit, and could barely make out the noise of the party within the walls. But the backyard was quiet and empty.
All of a sudden he thought he saw a figure moving across the patio. He stared, and made out the shape of a girl. He was annoyed that someone was invading his sanctuary.
The girl was walking right toward him, apparently making her way for the dark area of the patio. He sat still, waiting for her to come close enough to be recognized.
As the girl walked, he could see that her head was bowed. Perhaps she had been disappointed by something in the party, and had also decided to take a walk in the back.
As she got near, Ken was able to make out the face of the girl. It was Joy, his brother's wife. He wondered if she too knew about what was going on down in the cellar.
She almost walked right into him, her head lowered as she strolled. She looked up at the last moment and was shocked to see Ken sitting on the bench.
"Oh, my," she gasped, "I didn't know anyone was out here."
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything," he replied, "but I didn't know who you were."
She sat down on the bench next to him.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"I didn't like the party," he replied. "Besides, I didn't feel too much like socializing."
"Did something happen?" she asked.
"I guess you could say it did, but I can't go into it," he answered.
"It's certainly quiet out here," she said.
"Why are you out here?" he asked.
"I felt like getting away," she replied. "I was very depressed.
"Why?" he asked, trying to find out if she knew about her husband's fooling around with Grace.
"I just didn't feel too good," she sighed. "That no good bastard husband of mine is off somewhere and I can't find him."
"You don't know where he is?" Ken asked.
"No, I just can't find him," she said. "He's probably drunk in some corner."
"Yeah, probably is," Ken snapped, relieved.
"He drinks a lot, do you know that?" she asked.
"No, he never drank at home," Ken answered.
"Well, he does now," she said. "All the time. He uses it as an excuse."
"An excuse for what?" Ken asked.
"It's a long story," she said. "But when he gets drunk he doesn't feel like making love with me."
Ken felt slightly embarrassed. He was surprised that Joy would be so open with him. "Aren't you happy?" Ken asked.
"I guess so," she answered. "I mean, I like Harold, and we get along very well, but it's just that, well, I guess you could say I have special demands that he can't fill."
"Oh? I don't think I understand," said Ken.
Joy stretched her arms over her head, and Ken caught a glimpse of her white chest between the V-neck of her dress. He could barely see the beginning of her slit between her large round tits. Her legs were long and barely covered by the short dress she wore, and as she sat the dress rose almost to her waist, revealing the long smooth surface of her white thigh. She was barefoot.
"Maybe I shouldn't talk about it," she said as she finished her stretch.
"Sure is nice out here, isn't it?" he said.
"Yeah, I could almost go for a swim," she said.
"Little chilly for that," he said, laughing.
"I don't think so," she replied. "Come on, you want to go for a swim?"
"I don't have my suit here," he said.
"Neither do I," she said, laughing. Then she stood up and started unbuttoning her dress in the front.
"Wait a minute," he said, "I don't know if this will be too cool. All the people in the house-"
"Don't worry about it," she said. 'They're all drunk as lords. The only person I have to worry about is Harold, and he isn't even around."
"But my parents," Ken said.
"Don't be ridiculous," she said, laughing. "We're relatives, aren't we? I'm your sister-in-law. If anybody finds us we could just say we were taking a swim. Who would mind that?"
Ken didn't want to get involved, but felt his resolve slipping as Joy pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulder and the dress hung down in front to expose her full round tits in their black bra.
She stepped out of her dress and then her slip, which was just as tiny as her dress. Her long legs gleamed in the light around the pool.
Ken felt his cock rising. He would be embarrassed if he had to strip in front of her with an erection. But what could he do? He couldn't turn away from her beautiful body as she stripped nonchalantly in front of him.
She unfastened her bra in the back and ripped it off. Her white tits bobbed free, capped with wide patches of pink flesh. Her nipples stuck out proudly.
She peeled off her panties and he saw her black bush between her legs, very dense and running high up to her belly. She was nude.
He realized that he had not taken off his clothes. She was staring at him.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, I am," he blushed.
He stood up and pulled off his shirt and pants. He knew his rod was still stiff and throbbing, and hesitated to peel down his briefs.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
He looked at her, and saw her full round breasts bobbing in front of him. He would never lose his hard-on, he could be sure of that.
He pulled down his underwear and saw his cock pulsing wildly and pointing up at his face.
He noticed that Joy had seen his stiff member. She was smiling.
"How wonderful," she said, laughing.
Ken was embarrassed. He was nude, and could not hide his long stiff cock. He walked away towards the pool.
She ran past and dove in. As she soared through the air he watched her graceful body arching, her tits hanging under her, her legs together. He dove in, and came up in the middle of the pool.
He looked around for her, but she still had not surfaced. All of a sudden he felt a hand on his cock, then the brush of hair against his thighs. He looked down and through the clear water could see the nude body of Joy shining in the blue water.
She came up right next to him for air, but before he could say a word she plunged back down and grabbed him tight around the waist. She grabbed his cock and slipped it ifi to the hilt in her mouth. He gasped with delight as he felt the warmth of her mouth over his cock in the chilly water.
She sucked slowly, playing with his taut balls. He could feel the tickle of her tongue around the rim of his head as she came off his cock and then plunged down again to the root.
She rose again for air, then went down once more, this time staying down for a longer time, sucking his cock hard and fast and juggling his balls in her fingers. He felt gism creeping through his body.
She rose again, and this time Ken grabbed her around her wet body and held her close. They both gasped in delight as their bodies met, wet and slippery but very warm. He felt his cock against her thigh.
She wrapped her legs around him, so that she was almost sitting in the water. He held on to her around her neck and she floated free, her legs spread very wide.
He caressed her nipples, feeling them quickly growing very hard, and pinched them between his lips. She shot her tongue into his ear.
The feel of her hand around his cock made him moan with pleasure as she inserted the head between her cunt lips. He thrust with his hips and felt his cock slip from the cold water to the warm insides of her snatch. His body bristled against hers as his cock was buried to the hilt in her huge cunt.
He felt as if he were swimming in her cunt, it was so large. He pulled out and thrust back, as she held on tight, legs around his back.
They splashed the water as he thrust in and she pumped back with her hips. He fucked hard and fast, feeling his cock buried in her cunt, then sliding out into the cool water, then immersing itself again in her wetness, as she' groaned and pumped back with her hips very hard and fast.
He was moaning himself now, as he rose toward his climax. He wanted to wait for her, but it seemed as if she would never get there. She had been just as excited when he had first inserted his rod as she was now.
He pumped with long swift strokes, in and out of her warmth, as her tits bobbed up and down on top of the water like bobbers of a fishing pole. Her nipples were very red against the blue water.
He held her tight, and she pushed him closer with her powerful legs around his back. He pumped as fast as he could as his cock swelled with come and then exploded in long spurts, emptying his balls into her wide cunt.
He slowed to a stop, as she continued pumping back with her hips. He was sorry he had finished.
"I didn't mean to," he said.
"What are you talking about?" she said, laughing. "What did you intend to do?"
"I mean, I wanted to wait for you," he said.
"That's all right," she said. "I wouldn't have finished."
He slipped his cock out of her cunt and swam to the side of the pool. She swam around awhile as he climbed to the side of the pool and sat with his feet dangling in the water.
He watched her graceful white body swimming through the water. There was still no sign of anyone in the backyard, they were alone.
He waited for a few minutes. His cock was limp, but he still liked to watch her nude body slipping through the water. He felt aroused at the sight of her tits bobbing on the surface as she came up, and hanging free under her as she swam underwater.
She swam around for about five minutes, then surfaced right in front of him. She grabbed onto the side of the pool between his legs, then kissed the insides of his thighs and fingered his balls.
Ken sat on the edge of the pool, feet in the water around her, as she bobbed up and down in the water, her face in his crotch. Again she took his cock in hand and sucked on the head. Ken felt his rod beginning to stir, then tightening up into another erection. This certainly was a hot box, he thought.
She plunged down onto his rod, to the root, then licked along the staff and wormed her tongue around his balls. She licked under his crotch along his divide, almost as far as his asshole, before returning to the front and enveloping his cock in her mouth.
Her work was exquisite, he thought. She had a very delicate touch with her mouth, and her lips seemed to glide over the skin of his shaft. Her breath was warm on his bush as his cock was buried, the head striking the back of her mouth.
Her tongue was also very nimble, licking around the sensitive rim of his head, and along the seam that ran under his shaft. The tip of her tongue barely caressed his taut balls.
He felt his cock very hard now, throbbing inside her warm mouth as she sucked furiously. Her long hair was wet and slippery against his thigh.
She slipped her hand under his body and he felt her probing for his asshole. He rose slightly to give her room and felt her finger slip into his ass, twisting around and driving in.
He couldn't believe that again he felt gism rising toward his cock. He pumped up into her mouth, as if it were a cunt, and felt the tip striking the back of her mouth, almost slipping down her throat as she bore down on his rod.
She was screwing her finger into his ass and her other hand fingered his balls lovingly as his gism entered his cock. He looked at her large full tits bobbing in the water, her eyes closed and her mouth fill with his stiff cock, her hands both working on his body. Through the water he could see the outline of her nude body, the dark patch of hair on her cunt.
He pumped up into her mouth and felt his cock straining to push its come into her. He felt his cock get tense and hold for a very long time, as it swelled to the fullest while she licked around the head and then plunged to the root again.
Just as he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her mouth and her lips caress his bush as his cock was buried, he moaned loudly and shot his load into her warm mouth. He could feel the hot licks bounding off her mouth and throat, as she sucked greedily on the squirting tool.
She slipped the finger out of his ass after he had shot his load, then dove back down into the water.
What a girl, he said to himself. No wonder Harold has to get drunk every night. She'd rip the pants right off him, and he probably got little sleep.
He was exhausted. He had almost forgotten all about Grace, having been thrilled by his sister-in-law. He wondered if Harold and Grace were still at play in the cellar, but he couldn't investigate for fear Joy would find them and there would be a scene. Little did Harold know, thought Ken, that while he was fucking his aunt, his wife was fucking his brother. Serves him right.
He lay out on the concrete next to the pool. After a few minutes, he saw the nude body of Joy standing over him. She bent down and caressed his cock, and he thought to himself what a hot box Ms brother had ended up with. She couldn't be satisfied.
She wanted to suck his cock again, but he didn't feel like it. He realized she had not reached an orgasm yet. He pulled her down so that she sat on his face, her legs around his head, her ass on his chest, and spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers.
She winced as he shot his tongue into her cunt, licking at the wet lips and the swollen clit, jamming a finger in and working it around as her cunt became very wet.
She sat on him as he sucked for a long time, but she did not seem to be rising toward her climax. Ken was tired of sucking on her cunt, and his tongue ached from being extended for so long.
He waited, though, wanting to see her finish. He expected a tremendous climax.
Finally he couldn't continue any longer. Her cunt was soaked with his saliva, and her juices were dribbling down onto his chest, but still she could not reach an orgasm.
He stopped and apologized.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I can't do it any longer. I'm too tired."
"That's all right," she said.
"But you didn't finish," he said.
"Don't worry about that," she said, laughing. "I hardly ever finish. But I enjoyed it anyway."
She climbed off him and slipped down to his cock. She took the limp rod in her hand and started to caress it. But he pushed her away.
"I've had enough," he said. "Really?" she whined. "You're just like your brother."
"Are you angry?" he asked.
"No, I had a good time," she said. "Better than I would have if I had hung around with that creep Harold while he got good and drunk."
The sight of Harold fucking Grace flashed in front of Ken's mind, and he rose to dress.
Joy also dressed, finishing quicker than he and running back into the house. What a chick, he thought.
He dressed and slowly walked back into the house. He was starting to think about Grace again.
The house was still noisy, but many of the guests were already sleeping. They were scattered around on the furniture and on the floor, and there was still a lot of booze all around.
Ken found his parents in the kitchen, at a crowded table of relatives. He told his father, who was quite high, that he would be in the bedroom upstairs, sleeping, for he was very tired. His father called him a party-pooper, then resumed his conversation.
As Ken walked through the living room, he saw Grace sitting on the couch talking with two older ladies. He ignored her, but she didn't see him. He looked around for Harold and Joy, but couldn't find them.
He climbed the stairs slowly, and found the room he had slept in the last time he had visited. He remembered sneaking down the hall to see his aunt Grace, and wished she could be up there with him at that moment.
Why had she done that, he wondered. Would he ever see her again? Would he ever want to? Or would she ever want to see him again? He couldn't be sure of anything.
He thought about Joy. His brother had certainly married a nymphomaniac. He pitied Harold at the same time as he envied aim.
Ken was wondering how he could meet Grace again. He wouldn't see her that night, and probably not in the morning, except with his parents as she bade the guests goodbye. But then what? Would she ever visit the city again, and how could he be sure she would visit his apartment?
Ken lay on the bed. He was too disgusted to even undress. He thought of Joy. Wow, he said to himself, I must really be hung up with Grace. Here I am, having just fucked the daylights out of a beautiful girl, and had her suck my cock until I creamed, and all I can think about is Grace. Wow, I must really be hooked.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ken awoke with a bad feeling in his gut. He remembered what had happened the night before. He remembered that his aunt, whom he had longed for, had been in the cellar fucking with his brother. And he recalled that he himself had made love to his brother's wife, not once but twice.
He felt terrible. The party had been a disaster for him, although he figured most of the other guests had had a good time. He was sure Grace had enjoyed herself.
He had wanted so much to go with Grace. He had assumed that the party would be his chance. But everything had worked out wrong. Now that he thought about it, he was glad he had gone with Joy. At least the night had not been a total loss.
By the time he got downstairs and walked into the kitchen, many of the guests were already leaving. He found his father and mother at the table, eating breakfast, but Grace was not around.
"How did you sleep?" asked his mother as he walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, I guess," he answered, sitting down between his parents.
"We'll be leaving in about a half hour," his father said. "Are you all ready?"
"Sure, any time," the boy responded.
He sat dejectedly as his parents gabbed. He caught sight of his brother and his wife walking in the living room. They were leaving. The both came into the kitchen to say goodbye.
They were arm in arm. What a laugh, thought Ken. He knew what both of them had been doing the night before.
"We're leaving," said Harold.
"Get in touch soon," said his mother.
"Yes, take care of yourself, son," his father added.
"Goodbye," Joy smiled.
Harold looked at Ken.
"I'll be over to see you soon," he said.
"Good," the younger boy answered.
"Goodbye, Ken," smiled Joy.
Ken smiled back at her. Both of the newlyweds were gleaming with smiles. Ken wondered how much they smiled when together.
They left the room. Ken sat drinking coffee until his parents rose to get their coats.
Grace appeared in the doorway of the living room.
"You're leaving?" she said.
"Yes, we have a long drive," said his father. "We want to thank you for a very nice time."
"Yes, the party was great," said his wife.
"I'm glad you like it," said Grace. "How about you Ken, did you have a good time?"
"Not really," he said. "It could have been a lot better."
"Ken!" his mother said, shocked and embarrassed.
Ken knew his parents would be surprised, and that it would be a very impolite thing to say, but he wanted to let her know how disappointed he was. Perhaps she would think about it and try to make it up to him.
"You should never tell anyone their party was bad," said his mother.
"I'm sorry," he said, staring right into Grace's eyes.
His aunt looked away. They walked out through the living room and into the bright sunlight.
"What a marvelous day," said Ken's mother. "Yes, a good day for a drive," said his father.
"I'll be down to see you again very soon," Grace said as she stood in the doorway and they walked toward the car.
"I hope so," said the father. "See you then."
"Goodbye," his mother said, getting in the car.
Ken did not wave. He just looked back at his aunt as she stood in the doorway. Even in her casual clothes she sure looked fine, he thought. He could see the shape of her heavy tits under her blouse, and the material of her tight pants pulled over her heart-shaped crotch. Her hair was united and blowing in the slight morning breeze.
She waved as the car pulled out and headed down the driveway. Ken saw her get smaller as they drove away, and wondered if he would ever see her again.
The drive home was interminable to Ken. He just wanted to get back to his apartment and be alone, to think over all the things that had happened, and what he was going to do.
He fell asleep about halfway home. He was awakened by his mother tugging on his pants.
"We're nome," she said as he snapped to.
He looked up and saw they were in front of his apartment.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll call you soon."
"Take it easy, son," ids father said.
Ken slammed the door shut and darted into his apartment as the car sped away. He collapsed on the bed, lying on his back thinking for a long time.
He couldn't come to any conclusions. His aunt was not available, at least not for him, he thought. But as long as he was so hung up with her how could he make a serious effort to find another girl?
The afternoon waned as he lay in bed. He wondered when, and if, he would see his aunt again. Before long he fell asleep again.
Luckily, he awoke in the morning at the right time, although he had fallen asleep before he had time to set his alarm clock. He hurried off to work, his mind much clearer, with the resolve to try and forget about his aunt as soon as he could.
The day at work went smoothly, and he felt he was making progress. He strolled home, in a much better mood.
As he approached the apartment, he thought he saw Grace's car parked in front. It couldn't be, he said to himself. Still, it was the exact model.
He hurried into the building with his heart in his mouth, not even daring to hope that she was tnere.
He opened the door with his key. He sometimes forgot to lock the door. Perhaps he had done so this morning.
As the door swung open, he was filled with joy. He saw his aunt Grace sitting on his mattress in the apartment.
"Hi," she said. "I was waiting almost an hour for you."
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I came to visit you," she smiled. "Do you mind?"
"Of course not," he blurted out, closing the door and taking off his jacket. "How are you?" she asked. "Okay, I guess," he replied. "Are you glad to see me?" she asked. "Yes, I am," he said.
"Sit down," she said, slapping the mattress next to her.
He sat. He was still angry at her, but wanted to forget about it.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I know that was a nasty thing to do, but you know how it is."
"I understand," he said. "After all, what am I to you?"
"But I do like you very much," she said "Really, I do, I like you much more than Harold, and anyway he's married."
"Do you really?" he said, beaming with delight.
"Sure," she replied. "Would I lie? I tell you I really like you a lot."
"Great," he said. "Do you like me?" she asked. "Yes, very much," he said. "Then you're not mad?" she said.
"No, I guess not," he answered.
"But I still was wrong," she said. "Why don't you let me make it up to you?"
She pushed him back on the mattress so that he was lying down, his legs over the edge.
"Just relax and I'll take good care of you, Ken," she said, smiling and sitting up over him.
He lay back as she ran her hand along his thighs, from the knee into his crotch, but not yet touching his cock. He watched her as she caressed his legs, then slid up over his belly to his chest and went under his shirt, rubbing his tits.
She opened two of the buttons on his shirt and spread the folds apart to caress his chest. Then she opened all the buttons and pulled his shirt off his arms, leaving him barechested as she ran her hand over his chest.
She bent down and planted a kiss on his nipple, then licked along his belly and twirled her tongue around in his navel. Her hand was on his knee, and began to ascend to his crotch, up and down, up and down, each time delving further into his crotch until she was just touching his cock.
Ken felt his rod swelling rapidly, within the tight confines of his pants. He longed to have them removed, to let his cock rise freely.
She pressed her warm hand against his crotch, smiling at him when she felt his cock hard and swollen. She slipped her hand under the edge of his pants and down over his briefs, pressing Ids cock with her fingers.
She opened the snap of his pants and pulled down the zipper, spreading the folds for freer access to his cock. Her hand felt very warm even through the material of his briefs as she pressed on his swollen member.
He rose slightly to allow her to slip the pants down to his ankles, then kicked them off. His cock was very hard, bulging under his briefs. She kissed his neck, then worked her way down his body with her tongue and lips, from his tit to his belly and then along the hairy insides of his thighs, both hands working now.
Her top button was open, and as she bent down to caress his thigh he could see her braless tit hanging freely under her blouse. He longed to strip her nude, but couldn't stop her now. She was really taking care of him, and he didn't have to do a thing.
She pulled down his briefs and left him nude on the mattress. Her hair hung over his cock and brushed against his thighs as she kissed his belly, then started to circle his cock, licking around his thigh and belly and almost into hs bush.
He felt his cock throbbing wildly now. She went around in ever-shrinking circles, coming closer and closer to his aching cock, which still throbbed unattended on his belly.
He moaned when she at last reached his cock, licking it once with her tongue and then planting a tender kiss on his balls.
He winced as he felt her warm lips on his taut sac, her hand spread open and running along his thighs. She kissed the hair of his bush, she kissed his staff, finally moving her hand into his crotch and taking up his rod.
Her hand was warm and soft around his swollen tool as she took it and pointed it up at the ceiling. It was so hard the angle hurt him.
She licked with her wet tongue along the staff of his cock, from the hairy root right up to the tip of the head. Her tongue slid along the loose skin of the staff, and the very tip twirled around in the tiny hold at the cap of his head. He was moaning louder now.
She kissed the head and then put her lips around it, surrounding it with her warmth. Her tongue wormed through her lips and circled his head.
She played with his balls, juggling them around and running her hand down under along his divide to his hairy ass, her finger probing for his asshole.
She held the cock in her lips. Ken wanted to reach out to push her down hard, but just then he felt her lips moving slowly along his staff down toward the root.
Little by little, inch by inch, he felt his staff enveloped by her lips, covering his cock in her wet warmth. She continued until his whole cock was deep in her mouth, her breath warm on his bush and her lips against his root. He moaned loudly as her tongue whipped around the root.
She rose again slowly until his cock was once again almost free, just the tip still in her mouth. She held the cock in her hand and licked around the rim of his head with her wet tongue, sending shivers through his whole body.
She plunged down again, to the root, then up. He looked down and saw his stiff rod slipping out of her mouth, wet and gleaming with her saliva. He could feel the wetness all around his cock, and moaned as he felt the warmth of her mouth once again surround his cock from head to root.
She plucked at his balls with her fingers as she sucked. He could feel the suction of her mouth on his head as she came to the top again, then the smoothness of her lips as she plunged once more to the root.
She rose again and then licked along the staff to the root with her wet tongue, then continued down along his root to his balls, taking them in her mouth and almost chewing on them. He squirmed in ecstasy.
She went right on down his divide, picking his crotch up and licking into his ass. He felt the tongue working like a snake on his ass, caressing the tiny hairs that protected his asshole. Finally he felt her tongue worming around in his ass.
He spread his legs wider as she licked back along his divide and up over his balls. Her tongue was warm on his staff as she licked up to the throbbing head, then kissed the tip tenderly as he moaned aloud.
She immersed her hand in her wet mouth again and plunged to the root. He could feel his gism stirring, and began to move his hips slightly around under her face.
Her hands were on his thighs as she rose and fell on his cock, plunging to the root, then rising to lick around the head, then plunging back again to breathe on his bush, her lips warm and wet on the skin of his swollen cock. He felt Ms gism rising quickly into his cock. "I'm going to come," he quivered, his body shaking with delight as she plunged to the root again.
She rose to the head, licked around the rim, then took her mouth off his cock and let it throb in her hand. She rubbed the head with her finger as she spoke.
"That would be a shame," she said, smiling. "We're not ready for that yet. There's lots more to do."
She was sitting on the bed. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, letting her round tits bob freely. He reached out and grabbed one, feeling the sponge-like softness in his hand. Her tits were very large, and firm, pointing out from her body instead of drooping.
He caressed her nipple, rubbing the patch of pink flesh and then the taut stub, feeling it grow under his touch.
She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, leaving only her panties on her smooth white body. She slipped them off next, and stood on the mattress above him, completely nude.
He stared at her body in wonder and longing. Her legs were as smooth as satin, white and unblemished, round and full from her soft thighs down over her trim calves to her small feet. In between her black bush was soft as a pillow, her lips wet underneath.
Her ass was soft and fleshy, shaking as he patted it. The crack of her ass ran up to her back, the indentation of her spine deep and filled with tiny blond hairs.
Her belly was flat, her waist trim and narrow, her hips very wide. He ran his hand along her legs up into her bush, over her belly and then down again into the softness of her pussy.
He was sitting up, and she stood above him. She spread her legs and stood with one on each side of him, straddling the sitting youth. Her bush was right in his face.
He dove into her bush, her legs spread wide. He tasted the pink lips of her cunt and saw her clit gleaming with juice. He licked with his tongue at the clit and she moaned at the first contact.
He held her lips apart as he wormed his tongue into her cunt, drinking in the juices of her warm snatch. He let a finger stray up under her body and caress her pearly ass, feeling the skin shake under his touch.
His tongue worked feverishly on her cunt as she squirmed and moaned. His tongue lapped from the clit down to the bottom and almost out onto her divide, then back again to tickle her swollen clit. He rubbed his nose on her lips, feeling the wetness flowing on his skin.
He sucked loudly on her pussy, then kissed her tenderly right on her clit. She was squirming more now, and closed her legs to lock his head in.
He sucked like a demon as she moaned louder and louder, rising toward a mighty climax. He hoped she would stop him before she finished.
He was drinking in her juices hungrily, his tongue moving rapidly from clit to cunt, then between her lips into her hole. He held tight as she started to squirm madly.
She opened her legs suddenly and pushed him away.
"Almost," she said, smiling as he looked up at her.
She pushed him down onto the mattress again, and sat on top of his belly. She rubbed her ass against his navel, and he felt the warmth of her skin on his.
She rose above him and took his cock in her hand. It was throbbing wildly. She had her legs spread wide, one on each side of his prone body, and she inserted his cock in the lips of her cunt.
She smiled at him as he felt the wetness of her lips against his head. Then she dropped down, her cunt surrounding his staff inch by inch until her crotch touched his, his cock completely buried in her wetness.
She rose and fell on his rod, rising until just the head was left between her lips, then dropping again to bury his cock in her warmth. Ken lay still, then started to push up with his hips as he felt his gism creeping through his body.
She had her eyes closed now, feeling the heat of his cock in her body, slipping through the lips and along her swollen clit right to the depths of her cunt.
She too was rising toward her climax. She began to rise and fall rapidly, her skin slapping against his as he pushed his cock upward into her downcoming snatch. His balls were battered by her ass as she dropped onto his crotch.
He could hear the sound of her cunt as it enveloped his rod, bathing it in her juices. She was moaning, as was he, as their bodies clapped together at the end of each thrust.
He felt the gism rising in his staff, and pushed up with his hips. She rose and fell very quickly now, her cunt moving over the staff to the head and then down to the root.
He felt her rise to the head again, swirling her hips around to twist his cock, as his rod swelled to the full with his come. Then he gasped loudly as he felt her warmth completely surround his cock again as it exploded in huge globs or gism.
She was bouncing up and down on him as she entered her climax with a scream. She felt his cock boring into her body, straight up into her cunt as she crested and poured her come over his stiff rod.
She continued rising and falling as his balls emptied into her pussy. She slowed and then stopped as she finished. A broad smile stretched across her face as she stopped and looked down at him.
"Was that nice?" she asked.
"Oh, wow, that was the greates," he said feeling his body drained of come exhausted, even though he had hardly moved at all.
"Did I make it up to you?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes, I forgive you," he said, pulling her down on top of him.
He felt his cock twist loose of her cunt as she came down, her tits crushing up against his chest. He kissed her on the lips and ran his fingers through her smooth black hair.
All of a sudden he heard a knock on the door.
"Who could that be?" he asked.
"Ignore it," she said, kissing him on the lips.
But the knocking continued.
"I better look through the peekhole and check it out," he told her.
She rolled off him and he walked, still nude, to the door. She laughed as she saw his cock and balls swinging freely.
He went to the door and looked through the peekhole; what he saw there shocked him. He ran back into the room to Grace.
"It's my father," he said. "What the hell is he doing here?" she whispered.
"I don't know," Ken said, totally confused. "What should I do?"
"Does he know you're home?" she asked.
"I guess so," he said.
Again there was knocking at the door.
"It doesn't look like he's going to leave," she said.
Ken picked his clothes off the bed and and started to dress quickly and clumsily. Grace too began to dress. "Hurry," he said.
"What are you going to tell him about me?" she asked as she threw on her blouse.
"I don't know," Ken said, buttoning up his shirt and walking toward the door.
"Not yet, not yet," she said, still dressing.
"Go into the bathroom," Ken told her.
The knocking continued. He walked to the door as his aunt disappeared into the bathroom with the rest of her clothes.
He opened the door. His father was still there.
"What the hell took you so long?" he asked, barging past the boy and entering the apartment.
"Um-I was sleeping," he said.
At that moment Grace opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room.
"Grace!" the man shouted, very surprised.
"Hello," she blushed.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I just came over to visit. I was going over to your house now," she replied.
"But why are you here?" he asked. "I didn't know you were friendly with Ken."
"Oh, yes," she answered. "I visit him every time I come to the city."
"What were you doing just now?" he asked, getting even more curious.
"I was just hanging around chatting," she said.
"But Ken just told me he was sleeping," the father said.
He looked over at the mattress, messed up and still warm.
"What is going on around here?" he asked, this time angrily.
"Nothing. What are you talking about?" she said.
"What were you doing, I ask you again?" he said.
"Nothing at all," she replied.
"Then why did you have to lie?" he said. "Why didn't you answer the door right away?"
"I was sleeping," said Ken.
"Then why didn't you answer the door, Grace?" he asked. "Don't tell me you were sleeping too. Yo said you were just hanging around."
They were silent.
"What were you doing?" she repeated. "None of your damn business," she screamed at last.
"I don't believe it," he said, putting the pieces together. "You're just the same, aren't you? Nothing but a piece of garbage."
"Watch your mouth," she barked. "I'm not your wife, I'm your sister, and you have no business in my affairs."
"But he's my son," the father said. "Get out of here, get out right now."
Ken stood in the center of the room, confused and embarrassed.
"I said get out," he shouted.
"This is none of your business," she said. "I suppose your son is completely innocent.
"He's too young to know any better," the man said. "But you should be ashamed of yourself. Your own nephew."
"You have no right to chase me from his place," she said.
"He's my son, and he's still a minor," the man said. "Now get out before I slap your face."
Grace picked up her coat. Ken wanted to say something, but his lips were frozen.
"I don't ever want to see you again, you hear that?" the man said.
Grace walked to the door, opened it and snarled back.
"I wouldn't want to see you again either. I don't need you," she said. "I don't need you at all."
The door slammed loudly. Ken was alone with his father. He did not have a thing to say. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," his father began.
"You have the wrong idea, it wasn't like that," Ken replied.
"Don't tell me that," the man scowled. "I'm not that stupid. Don't you realize what she was doing to you? She's ten years older than you. What did you think would come of this?"
Ken was still silent.
"I'm shocked," said the man, walking toward the door. "I don't even want to talk to you now. Come over some other time when I've had time to simmer down."
"Are you going to say anything to Mommy?" Ken asked.
"I don't think she'd believe it," said his father, opening the door. "Wouldn't she be hurt if she knew her son was fooling around with his aunt. Disgraceful."
He slammed the door shut. Ken was left standing in the middle of the room, totally confused.
A few minutes before he had been so happy, in the arms of his aunt, nude on the mattress. Now his aunt was gone, perhaps never to return, and his father was infuriated. He had ruined everything.
He thought about Grace. How embarrassing it must have been for her. Her own brother, catching her with his son. She would probably never come back. She could certainly not stay at his father's house any longer, and he doubted if she would risk coming back to his place.
What bad luck, he thought. It even seemed she was getting to really like him. She had said so herself. Now he could never have her, she was gone for good.
Ken felt a rage against his father. He wanted to get even but couldn't really blame him. Grace was ten years older and his aunt. How could he excuse that?
He sat on the bed, still dumfounded. What could he do now? He didn't have a girl, and his aunt was gone. He would have to try to forget all about her, but he didn't want to. He wanted his aunt, and no one else.
He thought back on the delights of her lovemaking, and knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just another girl, even if she was his own age. He wanted his aunt.
But the more he thought about it the more he realized he was not going to get her. She wouldn't come to see him, and he certainly could not go to her, not without a car. He didn't even know her phone number, and was sure his parents wouldn't give it to him. He himself did not have a phone.
No, there was no use. She was gone. He felt a deep disgust in his gut, a sick feeling of loss. Now what?
CHAPTER SIX
For the next few days Ken tried his best to forget about Grace. He went out every night to various bars and clubs, trying to meet another girl that could take his mind off Grace. He felt himself forgetting her, but couldn't find another girl.
That weekend was the same. He went to a few places, and there were plenty of girls, but he just couldn't meet one of them. He was starting to get worried.
What am I doing, he thought. Living all alone, without a girlfriend, he was very lonely. He wanted very much to meet someone, but especially wanted to see Grace again. But as the days went by he started to give up on ever seeing her again. He wrote off as a short-term fling.
He talked with some of the boys he worked with. One of them told Ken he knew a place where there were many girls, a good place to make a pick-up. Most of the girls, he said, were single.
Ken decided to go to that club the next weekend, when it was crowded. He went out during the week, but couldn't meet any one. He looked forward to the weekend.
After work Friday he ate in a restaurant, went home and showered, and then made off for the club. He was very hopeful, after the good words from his friend.
The place was very crowded. A jukebox blared in a corner, and young people filled the tables and crowded around at the bar. He stood by the bar and had a few drinks, looking around.
There were certainly a lot of girls, he thought. None of them seemed to be with dates. He felt very good, and watched them walk by, waiting for one to give him the eye.
Someone got up from the bar and vacated a stool. He dropped down in the seat and sat at the bar. Next to him a man was turned away, talking with someone on the other side. There was a large space between him and Ken.
Ken noticed that the people wishing to order drinks had to stand next to him at the bar, in the space. He looked at the faces of the people as he ordered.
Suddenly a young girl appeared at his side. She was trying to get the bartender's attention. Ken looked her over. She was about his age, perhaps a year or two older, and had long black hair tied behind her head. Her face was pale, and very delicate looking. She was quite attractive, thought the boy. Her body appeared to be thin, but shapely.
The girl was having trouble getting the bartender's attention. Ken saw him flash by, and called out. He turned.
"I think this young lady would like to order," he told the bartender.
The girl ordered and the bartender flashed away to get her drink.
"Thank you very much," the girl said, smiling at Ken.
"It's rough sometimes, isn't it?" he said.
"Yeah, especially for me," the girl smiled. "I don't like to scream."
"What's your name?" Ken asked.
"Jane," she replied. "How about yours?"
"Ken," he said. "You come here a lot?"
"No, once in a while," she answered.
"This is my first time," he said.
"Do you like the place?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's nice," he replied.
The bartender gave the girl her drink. As he had hoped, she did not leave the bar.
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I work here in town as a secretary," she answered.
They chatted for a while. He learned that she lived nearby with a few of her girlfriends. They all worked in the city. She was twenty years old, and wasn't going with a guy.
He told her a little about himself. They seemed to enjoy each other's talk, and they laughed and joked. Ken ordered another drink for himself, and one for her.
After about two hours, he felt as if he had known her for a long time. She was very pretty. Her face was smooth and her features very small and cute. Her body was thin, her legs long beneath her short black skirt.
She liked Ken, he was sure of that. She listened very intently to everything he said, laughing at his jokes and smiling at him when he complained about something.
The bar was starting to empty out when he asked her the time.
"Oh, it's almost one o'clock," she said.
"I didn't know it was that late," he replied.
"Yes, the time really flew by," she said. "I better be going soon."
"Me too," he said.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To my apartment," he replied.
"Would you like to come over to my place?" she asked.
"Sure, I'd love it," he beamed.
"It might be a little crowded," she smiled.
They took a cab to her place. It was in a tenement, but a very nice one. They had to walk up three flights.
As she swung open the door he heard a great deal of noise in the apartment.
"They're home," Jane said as they entered.
Ken followed her into the apartment. In the living room they found two girls, both about Jane's age, and both very pretty, and one boy. They were sitting around listening to records.
"This is Ken," she said.
They all said hello, and Ken and Jane sat on the couch.
"We live here together," she said. It gets a little crowded with three girls, but it's a lot of fun."
The room was strewn with laundry and newspapers. Two cats strutted in and out of the room.
They chatted for another hour on the couch. Ken found that he was beginning to really like the girl. He didn't think of Grace once.
The other two girls were lying on the floor. One was asleep by now, and the other was conversing with the boy. He apparently had just met one of the girls that night.
The lights were dim. Ken could see the body of the girl on the floor, and the two figures speaking. He couldn't hear their words.
Before long the two youths started to make out. Ken was still speaking with the girl, but his eyes were glued on the couple as they made out with great passion.
The conversation of him and Jane was punctuated by the moans of the girl on the floor as the boy rammed his knee between her legs. Her hands ran all over his body, and he grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. The sight did not seem to bother Jane. In fact she hardly noticed.
The couple was getting more and more heated in their lovemaking. The blouse of the girl was now up to her shoulder, and the boy's hand cupped her large white tits. She had her hand around his ass, rubbing along his crotch.
Soon Jane noticed that Ken was having trouble ignoring the spectacle on the floor in front of him. She laughed at him and rose from the couch.
"Come on, we can go to another room," she smiled.
Ken followed her into another room, a small bedroom with a mattress on the floor and a dresser in a corner.
"This is my room," Jane said.
She sat on the bed and he dropped down next to her. He was just about to say something when he felt her hand around his shoulder, pulling him toward her. He bent with her hand and kissed her on the lips.
Her lips were very soft and warm, and nimble. She moved her lips over his and then shot her tongue into his mouth as he put his hand around her neck and pulled her close.
He felt the warmth of her body against his as they embraced. She ran her hand over his back, down almost to the small of his back. Her tongue was worming over his lips and into his mouth.
He rubbed her earlobe and her neck, then slipped his hand under her blouse along her white shoulder. She did not say a word as he continued down to her breasts, feeling the firm tit encased in her bra.
She fell back on the bed, and he lay next to her. Her arm was around his neck, rubbing the hair on his neck and thumbing his earlobe. He ran his hand over her blouse to the mound of her tit, and pressed down softly.
She shifted her weight in delight as he pressed harder on her breast. He unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, exposing the chest and revealing her white bra.
He pressed down on the material of her bra, as she kissed his neck and shot her tongue into his ear. He thought he heard her breathing heavier.
He opened the folds of her blouse wide and pulled the cups of her bra off her tits. They were firm and white, capped with long pink nipples that were already taut as he pinched them.
She tugged on his shirt until he removed it, then embraced him. He felt her tits crushed up against his chest, and unfastened the snap of her bra behind her and let it fall forward, freeing her tits.
She took off the bra, then embraced him. Her skin was very soft, and he caressed her neck and moved right down to her tit, licking around her .pink flesh and then taking the nipples between his lips and sucking.
She ran her hand under his pants in the back and along the top of his crack. He felt his snap open in front of him from the pressure of her hand.
He shot his knee into her crotch, and she moaned as he made contact. He pushed in as she spread her legs, still kissing his earlobes.
He reached into her pants, but they were too tight. He ran his hand along the insides of her thigh, right into the warmth of her crotch.
She moaned as he unzipped her pants and spread the folds apart. He pressed on the soft pillow of her bush that he saw outlined under her panties.
She pulled her own pants off, then bounced back down on the mattress. He embraced her, and felt her hand probbing for the zipper of his pants.
He pulled her panties down and saw her lovely black bush glistening with sweat in the faint light of the room. She pulled his pants down and then his briefs, grabbing his throbbing cock in her hand and starting to stroke it.
He felt her fingers on the tender head of his cock, and caressed her thighs with his hand. He ran a finger along the slit of her cunt, feeling the wetness of her lips and the warmth of her crotch. She spread her legs wider and he slipped a finger into her cunt, working it around slowly as he felt her cunt starting to-get very moist.
His cock was pulsing wildly in her hand. She was rubbing the head and then fingering his balls, kissing Ids neck and then moving over his shoulders. She went right on down to his nipple and caressed it.
He sucked on her firm tits, squeezing them together softly and pinching the nipple with his fingers. They both were lying on then-sides.
She put one of her legs over his body, leaving her cunt spread wide. He was on his side and his cock pointed out at her body next to him. She pressed him close and he moaned when he felt her bush against the tip of his rod.
He put his two legs between hers, with her soft thigh on top of his. He pushed her close and took his cock in hand, trying to find her cunt.
She moaned in anticipation as he found her clit and rubbed his cock against it, then inserted his rod up to the rim of the head in her cunt lips.
He held her tight and thrust with his hips. They both gasped in delight as his cock slipped into the wetness of her cunt.
They were still on their sides, with her legs spread and one on top of his. His legs were very close together, and their chests were flush, her tits crushed against his chest. They kissed on the lips as he pulled out slightly and then rammed his cock back into her warmth.
She started to move her hips in and out, moaning each time his rod struck to the depths of her body. Her mouth was right in his ear, and her moans of ecstasy were driving him up the wall with pleasure. He thought he could make out some words.
"Oh, that's it, oh...." she mumbled.
He pulled out a little faster and rammed harder as she started to pump back hard with her wide lips. Her tits were warm on his chest, and he caressed her neck with his wet lips.
He felt her cunt very wet, the warmth covering his entire rod as he thrust in. He felt his bush bristle against hers as his cock was buried to the hilt.
His balls were swinging wildly between his legs as he pumped faster than ever, his cock slicing loudly through her wet cunt. She moaned like crazy, holding him tight around the neck and back.
She began to pump with her leg, the one on top of his body. It was as if they were rowing together, the way they moved then bodies back and forth, in time with the thrust of Ken's stiff cock.
His cock was boring into her cunt very rapidly, splitting her lips apart and scraping along her wet clit. Her hips slapped against his madly as she reached a frenzy.
The moaning in his ears was too much. It filled him with a wild sensation each time he thrust in and heard her gasp in ecstasy.
He felt the come rising very quickly through his shfat and swelling his head. He pumped as fast as he could now, and she let out a scream as she entered her climax.
Their screams filled the room, together with the sound of their hips clapping together and his stiff cock slicing through her wet snatch, as he shot his head deep into her body and she kicked and howled as she crested. Their orgasm seemed to last a very long time.
He emptied his cock in her cunt as she started to quiet down and slow the movements of her hips. He stopped pumping when he was sure she had finished.
They lay in each other's arms for a few minutes after they had finished. His cock was still buried in the wet warmth of her cunt, and her come mixed with his and bathed his shriveling staff.
He looked at her, and she smiled back. They kissed on the lips once, and he pressed her closer. He felt a very strong feeling for the girl, not like she had just been a good fuck.
They chatted for a while, laughing and joking. The girl curled up in his arms and fell asleep, and Ken too felt tired. He felt the warmth of the girl next to him and dropped off to sleep.
He awoke with the feel of her hand on his cock. He opened his eyes and saw that it was morning. The sun was shining through the window, bathing the mattress. He looked down and saw the girl lying next to him, her hand on his cock. Her body was nude, shining in the sunlight.
"Good morning," she smiled.
"Wow, I must have slept right through the night," he said.
He felt his cock rising as she caressed it, rubbing the staff, and then, when it was taut, the head. He rubbed her smooth white back and pressed her closer.
She kissed him on the lips as she stroked his cock, playing with his balls. He reached down her back and ran a finger along her smooth ass, then slipped a digit into her asshole. She kissed his neck and stroked his cock tenderly.
Her lips moved over his chest down to his belly, her tongue twirling around in his navel. The wetness of her tongue and the warmth of her lips made him gasp with delight.
He pushed her down, and she caressed his cock with her lips, rubbing her fingers on his balls. His cock was very hard and throbbing by now.
She took his rod in hand and licked along the staff, twirling her tongue around the pulsing head. He gasped when she surrounded his head with her lips and plunged slowly to the root.
He rubbed the nipples on her firm round tits, playing with her ass. She sucked on his cock slowly, rising to the head and then dropping down to the root, leaving his cock wet with her saliva.
He spread his legs and she ran her hand along his thigh into his crotch, then under to his asshole, running her finger along the hair on his crack, then slipping it into his asshole. He squirmed in delight.
She sucked like the devil, trying to draw his gism into his staff. The suction of her mouth on his cock was strong and made a loud slopping noise as she rose to the head and then plunged to the root.
He found her cunt with his fingers and rubbed the wet lips until he felt the clit wet and throbbing. He slipped the finger into her cunt and twisted it around slowly, feeling her finger drenched in her juices.
She rose up to the tip of his cock, kicked one more time around the head, and then let his cock fall free, throbbing wildly as the gism just started to enter his staff.
She lay down on the mattress, on her belly, and he quickly mounted her, feeling his pelvis against the soft warm cheeks of her ass.
She spread her legs wide and he shoved his cock under her ass to her bush, rubbing the head against the soft hair. He found her cunt and pushed with his hips, gasping as he felt the staff slipping further and further into her body. He pushed until his entire staff was buried in her cunt, immersed in her wet warmth, his bush against her ass.
He pulled out slowly, and she moaned as he thrust back in. His balls swung freely under him, as the noise of his cock slicing through her cunt was loud in the air, mingled with her continual gasps and moans as the cock drove to the very depths of her cunt.
He pulled out and pumped back, feeling the pillow-like softness of her ass on his bush and pelvis. He caressed the back of her neck softly, and licked into her ear as she sighed, eyes closed.
He kissed down her back as far as he could, still driving his cock into her cunt at an ever-faster pace. She was starting be breathe much heavier as she rose toward another climax.
He felt the gism rising into his staff and pumped as hard as he could. His balls swung against her ass and his bush brushed against her divide as his cock bore through her bush into the very wet insides of her cunt. His staff was bathed in the sweet warmth of her body each time he thrust into the hilt.
She was swirling her hips under him, twisting his cock around in her body, sucking it in with her vaginal grip like a pair of vice grips. He heard his own moans filling the air with hers.
He pumped as fast and as hard as he could, bounding against her warm soft ass, as his cock swelled to the fullest and held in her snatch. She started to squirm wildly and scream loudly in his ear as she entered her climax.
He felt his cock holding and bulging with gism as he pulled out, feeling the air on his wet cock, then the warmth of her cunt around his staff as he shot his load into her body with quick hot licks. His balls swung furiously under him as his long staff slipped in and out, shooting and convulsing.
She continued screaming and squirming so much that he had a hard time remaining in her cunt. Then she too started to slow down until they were both still, he lying on top of her, feeling the cushion of her ass.
He caressed the back of her neck, then slipped his rod out of her cunt and lay on his back. She lay next to him, curled up in his arms, her nude white body warm against his skin.
"I really like you a lot," she said. "I like you too," he told her. "I had a good time last night with you," she smiled.
"Yes, so did I," he laughed. "And I had a good morning."
"I mean more than that," she said. "Besides fucking and all that, I like you."
"Yeah, I like you, really I do," he said.
He was telling the truth. He found that he had a great deal of affection for the girl, even though he had only known her for a short time.
They fooled around all morning, then dressed and had breakfast. They spent the day in the park, running and laughing. Ken found himself falling more and more for Jane.
They said goodbye late that night, after Ken had spent the evening with her and they had made love twice more. He promised to see her again very soon.
On Sunday he stayed home, thinking of Jane. She was just what he had been looking for, he thought. A nice girl, independent, pretty, she was just what the doctor ordered. At first he had been looking for a girl to get his mind off Grace, but now he found he couldn't even think of her. Jane occupied his mind completely.
He saw her a few times that week, then on the weekend she came over to his apartment and slept over. The next day they went out and returned to his place, and once again stayed over. Before he realized it, she was there all the time.
"Why don't you move in," he said one night as they sat on his mattress.
"I might as well," she smiled. It's nicer here than in my crowded place, and you're here too."
He kissed her on the lips, and they fell asleep in each others arms.
Soon later Jane had a pregnancy scare. Ken was worried. He figured, however, that if she were having a baby he would gladly marry her. He realized then that he liked her very much. He had never been in love before, and wondered if this was the real thing.
After she told him that it had only been a false alarm, he asked himself why he shouldn't marry her anyway. They certainly got along well. Anyway, they were already living together.
He asked her one night while they strolled through a small neighborhood park. She was overjoyed, and accepted immediately.
He was very happy also. They didn't make definite plans, and it seemed as if the marriage was in the very distant future.
But then he made the mistake of telling his parents. They had only met Jane once, and really didn't know her, but when Ken told them they planned to marry, they were very happy. His mother wanted to know when.
"I don't know for sure," he said.
"What do you mean, you don't know for sure?" she screamed. "You must set a date."
"I must?" he said in surprise.
"Of course," she replied. "Or else it's not official."
"But I don't really want to set a date now," he told her. "I don't know when it will be."
"What's wrong with setting a date?" his mother asked. "Tell me, are you sure you're going to marry her?"
"Of course," he answered.
"Then you might as well set a date," she said. "After all, we've got to know."
"Why do you have to know, if I don't even know myself?" he asked.
"So we can make arrangements," she said.
"But that's not your job," he said.
"Does she have a family?" his mother asked.
"I don't know for sure," he said. "At least I know they're not around here."
"Then it is our job," she said. "Who else is going to do it if we don't?"
"Maybe you're right," he said, "but I really don't know when we're going to get married."
"Why don't you just give us an idea?" she said.
After a long period of prodding, Ken finally agreed to set a tentative date. They would be married in four months.
Ken wasn't really sure he wanted to get married that soon. He told Jane, and she was very happy. She agreed with Ken's mother.
Ken came around to accepting the idea. After all, he thought, we're already living together anyway. We might as well get married and make it official.
During the four months Ken and Jane were very happy. They went out often, and made love almost every night. Ken hardly thought at all about Grace, but once in a while he would remember her and wish he could see her again. His father was still furious at her, and refused to even mention her name. Ken knew he still could not ask for her number.
He was slightly disappointed that she did not try to get in touch. She had said she liked him a great deal, but if she really did she should have gotten in touch, he thought. But then again, he liked her a great deal and he himself did not try to get in touch with her. Perhaps she was afraid of her brother, or too embarrassed to come back to the city.
In any easy, he tried to forget her. Still, when he thought about her he could only compare her to Jane. There was little doubt in his mind about who was the most attractive, in all aspects. He wished he was marrying his aunt. She was older, more experienced, slightly better looking, better in bed, and rich. But Jane was enough, he tried to convince himself.
As the months went by he found himself dreading the marriage. He wondered if he was really sure that this was the right girl. If it weren't for Grace, he would have no doubts.
But he intended to go through with it. Jane was fine. They always had good times together, and had not had an argument.
Meanwhile his parents were busy making preparations. Once he had to go over to their house to check the guest list. All the relatives were coming, with the exception of Grace. Ken knew that his mother did not know what had happened, so when his father left the room once, he asked her why she hadn't been invited.
"Your father said he didn't want her to come," she replied.
"Did he say why?" he asked.
"No, he just said he had reasons," she answered.
"Do you want to invite her?" Ken asked. "Yes, I don't see why not," she told him. "Then go ahead and send her an invitation," the boy said. "But your father told me not to," she insisted.
"We won't tell him," Ken said. "If she does show up, we can say she wasn't invited, if he gets mad. He probably won't, he'll be too excited."
"Okay, I'll send her one," she said. "But don't tell your father."
Things had worked out perfectly. Now Grace would get an invitation, and his father would not know. His mother was in no position to spill the beans.
But Ken doubted she would show up. Still, he wanted her to know he was getting married. He wanted to send her a letter, telling her that he was only marrying Jane because he could not have her, but he wasn't sure if that was the truth. Anyway, he didn't have her address.
His brother came over one night to talk to him. He told Ken he planned a party for him the night before the wedding. He said he didn't want to throw the usual kind of bachelor party, with just men. That was old-fashioned, he claimed. They would bring their girlfriends, or wives, whatever the case may be.
He said he was coming with Joy, and Ken would bring Jane. They tried to think of others to invite, but at the end came to the conclusion that the four would be enough. No one else was that close to Ken. They made the arrangements, planning on holding the party at Harold's apartment.
Ken was getting nervous as the marriage approached. He had so many things to take care of, so many decisions to make. All the time he was wondering if Grace would come to the wedding. Then he realized the scene that might occur if she did show up. Would his father hold to his word and throw her out? Would she refuse to leave?
Jane "wrote a letter to her parents, who lived somewhere out West. They wrote back saying they would attend.
Jane too was very busy, making her own plans. She was to be married in a simple dress, for she did not have that much money. Ken approved of the idea, saying that there was no reason they should waste all that money on a dress to be worn only once.
As the day loomed nearer and nearer, Ken started to feel more nervous. Was he doing the right thing? Was he marrying the right girl? Or was Grace the one he really wanted?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The night of the party rolled around. Ken had many last-minute things to attend to, but was looking forward to the party and left the night before the marriage opened. This was to be his last night as a bachelor.
He called his parents that afternoon, after he was released early from work in honor of the occasion, everything was ready, he was told. Jane said her parents were arriving in the morning and would be at the church.
They had arranged for a reception in a small hall, and had taken a hotel room, just for the night, so that they could have a "honeymoon." After that they would live in Ken's apartment.
Ken came home from work and ate with Jane, then they dressed and took a cab to Harold's place, which was not far from Ken's. They were dressed casually, Jane in pants and a blouse and Ken in a sports shirt. After all, it was only a small family gathering.
When they entered the apartment it was obvious that Harold had already begun drinking. He was high, and in top spirits. But Ken thought he detected annoyance on Joy's part.
They had a snack and then retired to the living room for drinks. Harold had the best of all sorts of wines, and drank a great deal. They chatted in the living room, sitting on the couch and easy chairs.
"So tomorrow is the big day," stuttered Harold.
"Yeah, tomorrow," said Ken.
"Are you nervous?" said Harold.
"A little," Ken nodded.
"So was I," Harold laughed. "I remember that night well, I was shaking like crazy."
"That was the last time you were sober, wasn't it Harold?" Joy said.
"Very funny," Harold said. "There's nothing like a wife with a sense of humor."
Ken felt slightly uncomfortable sitting in the room as Harold and his wife insulted each other. Joy was very angry with Harold, it seemed. He was once again getting very drunk.
"You have everything arranged?" asked Joy.
"Yes, everything," said Jane. "It's going to be a quiet ceremony."
"Yes," said Ken, "after all we've been living together for a while anyway."
They drank for. a while, but Ken didn't feel the effects of the wine too much. He could see that Jane was also getting high, and Harold getting drunk, but Joy didn't seem to feel anything either.
They played records and chatted. Harold spilled a glass of wine, and Joy had to take over the pouring duties. Harold was too far gone.
He tried to speak, but slurred his words.
"Wait till you see what it's like," he mumbled. "You'll find out."
"What do you mean?" asked Jane.
"You'll see," he replied with effort. "I hope you don't have the energy Joy has. Or else I hope Ken has a lot of energy."
Jane was confused at Harold's comments, and dismissed them as a drunken rave. But Ken knew what he was talking about. That was why they were not getting along, he figured. He knew what a hot box Joy was, and assumed Harole didn't have the energy or the inte est to try to satisfy her. Ken wondered if it were even possible to satisfy Joy at all.
Harold was almost passed out by now. He was slumped on the easy chair.
"Gimme some more wine," he muttered.
"I think you've had enough, Ken said. "Look, this is a party, isn't it?" Harold said. "Yeah, sure," his brother replied. "Then lemme get drunk," the older man said.
"But you're already drunk," Ken answered.
"I'm just' gettin' started," he mumbled.
"You can't stop him," Joy said, pouring him another glass of wine.
"You're going to pass out and miss the party," said Ken.
"Let him drink," said Jane, also feeling high. "It's a party."
Ken knew that Jane was not aware of Harold's drinking problem, or of Joy's wild demanding sex appetite. She figured he was just getting drunk to celebrate. But Ken didn't want to argue, and kept silent as Jane poured another round for everyone.
Ken felt slightly high, but not as high as Jane. His fiance was starting to really feel good, laughing at Harold's feeble attempts to speak as he started to slip under.
"If I fall asleep, wake me for the weddin'," Harold mumbled. "Hey, I have to go to the bathroom."
He tried to get up. Joy watched in disgust as he struggled just to get out of the chair. Jane offered him a hand.
"I can do it," he slurred.
He rose from the chair and took one step toward the bathroom, then fell right on his face, out cold.
"Oh dear," Jane said. "He's out."
"Nothing new," Joy said. Jane tried to shake him, but he was out. Ken picked him up and dropped him in a chair, but he fell forward and hit the rug.
"Leave him right there," Joy said. "He's slept there many times before."
"On the rug?" Jane laughed. "Yeah, it's okay," Joy replied. "He'll just fall on his face if you put him anywhere."
"Should we put him in bed?" Ken asked. "No, then he'll miss the party," Jane laughed.
Ken laughed, and even Joy had to chuckle at the sight of Harold sprawled out on the rug, out cold.
"He didn't even finish his drink," Joy said.
They were all starting to get high now, and laughed and joked a great deal. Ken felt very good, and enjoyed the company of the two girls more now that Harold was out. They didn't have to put up with his drunken comments any longer.
After a while Joy started to talk a lot more too, as she began to feel the effect of the wine.
"This is no way to spend a bachelor party," she laughed.
"Why not?" asked Ken.
"Aren't you supposed to do certain things on tie last night before your marriage?" Joy said.
"Like what?" asked Jane.
"Well, I don't know for sure, of course, but I always thought you were supposed to get laid or something," Joy smiled.
"But he is going to get laid tonight," Jane said smiling at Ken.
"No, I mean by someone else, not his wife," Joy said. "Aren't you supposed to get a girl."
"That's an old custom," Ken laughed.
"Yeah, but they used to do it a lot," Joy said. "They would even go out and get a whore for the guy so he could have his so-called 'last fling,' right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ken said.
"Then you're missing out," Joy said.
"I don't mind," Ken said.
"You mean you wouldn't want to get laid tonight?" Joy smiled.
"Well," Ken said, feeling high, "I guess so."
He looked at Jane, but she was smiling at him. She wasn't mad at his answer.
"Too bad," said Joy. "This is your last chance."
"Yeah, too bad," Ken smiled.
"Let's have some fun," Joy said. "We know each other very well, right? We're even related, all of us. Let's play some games."
"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Jane said.
"What do you have in mind?" Ken said.
"I'm sure we can think of something," Joy replied.
"You mean cards?" Jane said, now slightly slurring her voice also. "No, better than that," Joy said. "How about blind man's bluff?"
"That could be fun," Ken said.
"We can make it more interesting by making stakes," Joy said.
"Yeah, what can we do?" Jane asked.
"Well, just for an idea," Joy began, "we can all tie blindfolds around our heads and walk around the living room trying to find each other. If we find someone, we have to feel him and try to figure out which one it is."
"That'll be easy for you two," said Ken.
"Yeah, that's no fair," said Jane.
"So what," said Joy. "It'll be lots of fun anyway."
"Yeah, let's do it," Jane said.
"Watch out for Harold," Ken laughed. "We don't want to step on him while we walk around blindfolded."
"Don't worry about it," said Joy. "He won't feel a thing."
They were still laughing when Joy brought out the blindfolds and gave one to Ken and Jane. They stood up and separated, each retiring to a different corner to get a good start. They slipped on the blindfolds.
Ken's vision was completely blocked by the white blindfold.
"I can't see a thing," he heard Jane say.
"Start walking," Joy called out.
Ken started to pick his way across the room. He felt his leg strike a chair, and walked around it. All of a sudden he felt a hand on his face, trying to feel his features.
He stood still, wondering which of the two girls it could be.
"I've got someone," he heard the voice say. It was Jane's.
"You can't say a word or you'll give yourself away," Joy said.
"It's Ken," Jane laughed.
"Very good," He said.
"You lose," said Joy. "You have to pay the penalty.
"What penalty?" Ken said, still blindfolded.
"Take off a piece of your clothes," said Joy.
"Are you serious?" Ken said.
"We already agreed to have some stakes," Joy said.
"I don't know," the boy replied.
"It's all right, we're related, and we can't see anyway," his brother's wife said.
"Well, I guess it's all right," Ken agreed.
He took off his shirt without removing the blindfold. Then he started walking again.
He felt himself bump into someone, and a hand start running over his belly. He stopped, and felt the hand go right down to his cock, pressing on his pants. He assumed it was Jane.
The hand pressed hard, and he felt his cock start to swell. The hand went under his crotch and pressed on his balls.
"It's Ken," Joy said.
Ken was shocked. He thought it was Jane. "You lose," said Jane. "Take off something else."
Ken removed his shoes and they started again. This time it was Ken who grabbed someone. He felt the face, but couldn't tell which of the two girls he had. He felt down her chest and pressed her tits, but still couldn't make up his mind. He pressed on her crotch as she stood still.
"It's Jane," he finally decided.
"Wrong," said Joy. "It's me."
Ken had to take off his pants, leaving only his briefs on. He was glad they were blindfolded, and hoped that Harold would not wake up, but he doubted that.
He walked again, this time bumping into another girl. He felt her tits and cunt, and realized that the material of her pants was different from the last girl.
"It's Jane," he said.
"You're right," she said. "I'll take off my blouse. I'm not wearing a bra."
Ken walked around, stepping on Harold's prostrate body. He heard the voices in a corner of the room.
"It's Joy," he heard Jane say.
"Of course," Joy laughed. "I'm not wearing a bra either."
Ken walked around, knowing that they were both bare-chested. He felt his hand strike the warm skin of one of the girls. He felt her shoulders and her full soft tits, then pinched the nipple.
"It's Joy," he guessed.
"Right," she replied.
"Now what?" Jane said.
"Off with the pants," Ken laughed.
They started again, and this time it was Ken that was caught. He was recognized, and had to take off his briefs. He was nude.
He bumped into someone and felt her tits again. He realized they were not the same as the last pair.
"Jane," he said.
He tried to picture what they looked like, walking around the room blindfolded, he completely nude and the two girls dressed only in their panties.
He bumped into another girl and squeezed her tits. They felt so warm in his hand he didn't want to stop squeezing them. He pinched the nipple and felt it getting taut. Then he ran his hand down along her belly and slipped it under her panties. He didn't care which one it was.
He felt the soft hair on her bush, still wondering. Then he felt the hand of the other girl on his shoulder.
"It's Joy," he quickly blurted out.
"Right," said the voice of the girl he had been fondling.
"Wrong, it's me," said Jane.
"But I found her first," Ken laughed.
"I lose," said Joy. "Well, here goes, I'm nude."
Ken felt his cock swelling as he pictured Joy's nude body only inches from his. He started walking until he bumped into someone, and felt her waist. She was not weraing panties, so he knew it was Joy.
He slipped his hand over her bush and pried open the lips of her cunt, slipping a finger ir to her wetness. He felt a warm hand come around his rod and start stroking.
He reached out on the side when he heard someone near him, and felt Jane's naked shoulder. He worked his way down her chest to caress her nipples, then down under her panties to her bush. He felt the warmth of two cunts on his hands with one finger in each.
Jane reached out to grab his cock, but her hand went around Joy's hand instead.
"Hey, what's going on around here?" Jane said.
Ken removed his blindfold, figuring that Jane had already done so. But she was still blinded. Her hand was around his cock, as was Joy's.
He looked quickly at their naked bodies. They both were well-shaped, with full round tits. Joy's legs were tanner, but Jane's bush was denser and softer.
He felt his cock throbbing in their hands. This is absurd, he said to himself. I want to fuck both of them.
"It's all right," said Joy. "I had to find out who is was, didn't I?"
Ken slipped a finger into each of the girl's cunts. Of course, each assumed she was the sole beneficiary of Ken's affections. He worked his finger in and saw the two girls both starting to get hot. Once they were hot anything could happen, he knew.
He worked the fingers in until both cunts were wet. He knew they were excited.
"Why don't we do something now?" ne said.
The two girls assumed that he had directed the question to them. They both stripped off their blindfolds.
"Yeah, let's go," they both said at the same time.
They all laughed at that. Nothing else had to be said.
Ken walked over to the couch and sat down. Joy walked up to him and knelt between his legs, running her hand along the insides of his thighs.
Jane walked to him and sat on his lap, facing him. She thrust her cunt in his face, almost standing on the couch. She wrapped her legs around his head.
He reached up and squeezed her hanging tits, pinching the taut nipple with his fingers. With the other hand he pressed her on the ass to push her cunt into his face, and licked along the split of her wet pussy. She started to squirm, closing her eyes and swirling her hips.
Joy ran her hand into his crotch and plucked his taut balls. He could feel his cock throbbing wildly. She kissed his hairy thigh and caressed his balls with her warm lips.
He moaned as he felt her tongue licking along the length of his staff, then swirling around his head. She pressed on his balls with her hand.
He sucked on Jane's cunt and pressed a finger into the crack of her ass. She squirmed as he slipped the digit into her tight hole.
Joy surrounded his pulsing head with her wet lips and plunged down, and he gasped as he felt his entire staff in her mouth, her tongue still swirling around the staff and licking at his bush. Her hand was warm on his balls and then under his crotch to his asshole, tickling the tiny hairs.
He reached down into Jane's cunt, leaving her tit hanging freely, and spread the lips of her cunt apart. He shot his tongue into her cunt and swirled it around as she moaned and moved her hips more and more. Her ass felt very soft on his hand as he slipped his finger in and out.
He moaned as he felt Joy screw her finger far into his ass, still sucking furiously on his cock. His gism was already creeping toward his staff as she bathed it in her warmth. Her lips and mouth were very wet, leaving his cock soaked in her saliva as she moved up and down the staff.
She plunged to the root, then rose and held his cock in her hand as she licked around the rim of his head, then plunged down again to the root, her breath hot on his bush and her hand rubbing his balls as she continued screwing her finger into his ass.
He could feel Jane rising toward a climax. He sucked furiously his tongue worming in and out of her wet snatch, his finger working around in her ass. He looked up and saw her whole body moving around, her tits swinging freely. Her eyes were still closed.
She started to bounce up and down on the couch as she entered her climax, moaning and groaning and almost screaming in ecstasy. He licked feverishly into her cunt and thrust his finger into her ass as she crested, pouring her come onto his tongue.
He felt his cock tense with gism and hold as Joy plunged down to the root again, covering his entire staff in her warmth, her tongue wetting the head and root as she moved down. He pushed her away just before he shot his load.
"I don't want to finish yet," he told her.
Joy sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. He could see her pink cunt lips already wet and gleaming. Her swollen slit protruded inside her black bush.
He stood up and straddled her, his legs around her nude white body. He held her around the belly and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him on the couch.
Jane got off of the couch and sat on the floor next to him as he took his swollen cock and slipped it between Joy's cunt lips. She sat back and pulled him closer, and his cock bore through her wet lips into the warm depths of her cunt. He moaned as he felt his balls slap against her crotch, his bush touch hers, as his cock was buried to the hilt.
He pulled out and saw his cock wet with her juice, the head alone inside her warmth. Then he thrust back with his hips and the rod bore back into her body, rubbing along her clit as she gasped in delight.
Jane sat closer and watched as his cock slid in and out of Joy's cunt. Then she lay on her back under him and raised her head so that her face was right on top of their mingled crotches.
Ken pulled out the long length of his staff and Jane licked his staff as it became exposed, then slid her tongue along the cock as it drove back into Joy's snatch.
Ken moaned in ecstasy as he felt first the warmth of Joy's wide open cunt, then the wetness of Jane's snaking tongue along his staff as he pulled out. Then he thrust back in and buried his cock in Joy.
Jane played with his balls as she waited for his cock again. He pulled out and she licked along the staff, then right up to his submerged head. As she went to the head, she licked at Joy's swollen clit.
"That's great," Joy moaned.
"Yeah, fantastic," Ken said.
He pumped in and out slowly to savor the wetness of Jane's tongue. Joy was moving her hips in delight as she felt first the heat of his cock in her cunt, screwing around as it bore to the depths, then the touch of Jane's wet tongue on her clit.
Ken pumped faster, his cock now slipping easily in and out of Joy's cunt, Jane's tongue licking along the staff from balls to head as he pulled out. Her fingers squeezed his taut balls and slipped along the crack of his hairy ass.
Ken had never felt such delight. He couldn't make up his mind which felt better, Joy's warm swirling cunt or Jane's wet worming tongue. He felt his gism rising again into his staff.
He pumped harder and faster now, the sound of his cock slipping through Joy's wet cunt loud in his ear, the lapping of Jane's mouth also audible. He felt his balls swinging wildly under him as she grabbed and slapped at them, her tongue licking over his sac and then up his staff to the head, tickling Joy's wet clit as she reached the end of Ken's staff.
Joy was rising to her orgasm, swirling her hips and pumping back toward his oncoming cock. Ken held her around the chest and caressed her large swinging tits as he shoved his stiff cock in and out of her cunt.
He moaned as he felt his cock convulsing with come. He pumped hard and fast past Jane's worming tongue and shot his load into Joy's waiting cunt. He felt his rod palpitate as it spit out its venom, dumping the hot fluid into Joy's body with his long smooth strokes.
Jane's tongue still lapped at his cock as he shot, and after the first spurt he felt the staff wet with his come, and Jane licking it off greedily.
He slowed to a stop as Joy continued swirling her hips. Jane stopped sucking, but Joy pulled her close so that she would keep on licking her clit.
Ken pulled his shrinking cock out of her cunt and sat on the couch to watch. His fiance licked at Joy's swollen wet clit and held her around her white thighs. Joy holding her head in her crotch and swirling her wide hips.
After a few minutes Jane stopped and sat on the rug. Joy was still hot.
"Aren't you going to finish?" she asked.
"I don't feel like doing that anymore," Jane said.
"How about you, Ken?" she asked. "Wanna fuck me again?"
"Not right now," he said.
"Why don't you get Harold?" Jane laughed.
"Ha, he couldn't do it even if he was awake," she snapped.
Ken and Jane sat calmly, relaxing after then orgasm. But Joy was still on edge. She was really hot.
"Come on, someone fuck me," she said.
Ken couldn't get it up, and Jane didn't want to play around with her.
"I guess I'll have to do it myself," Joy said.
She got up and walked into the kitchen, the cheeks of her white ass shaking as she walked. She returned with a long fat cucumber.
Ken watched in awe as the girl sat on the couch with her legs spread wide and slid the fat green vegetable into her snatch. She pulled it out, and he could see it wet with her juices and his own come.
Jane and Ken watched intently as Joy sat back, eyes closed, her hips moving in circles as she screwed the cucumber into her wet cunt. The rod made a sucking wet sound as it slid into her cunt.
Joy was moaning as she fucked herself, and Ken found he really liked to watch her. Jane too seemed very interested. They stared as the girl almost buried the fat rod in her cunt with each thrust.
Joy continued slipping the cucumber into her cunt for a long time. Ken found himself aroused again, watching her ecstasy, her face contorted in bliss as the vegetable bore onto her body.
He walked over and grabbed the cucumber as she slid it out of her cunt. She dropped her hands to her side to let him work it in.
He pumped the cucumber hard into her cunt as she writhed in delight. He found he could screw it in almost all the way. She was really enjoying it, and moaned each time the cucumber slid to the far recesses of her body.
"C'mon, Jane," Ken said. "Let's get her off."
Jane sat as she had done for Ken, between Joy's legs. She bent her face upward and shot her tongue along the bottom of her crotch, from her asshole to her cunt, back and forth. Joy moaned in bliss.
Ken rammed the cucumber hard and fast into her cunt as Jane licked her hairy crotch and wormed her tongue into her asshole. Then she lapped along her divide and into her cunt, licking at her clit as Ken rammed the rod back to the hilt.
Ken bent down and sucked Joy's tit as he worked the cucumber into her cunt. Joy was moving every muscle in her body now, shaking her tits and swirling her hips and moaning very loudly.
Ken slipped the cucumber into her cunt as fast as he could, and sucked hard on her tits, pulling the taut pink nipples into his mouth and almost biting on them with his teeth.
Jane licked furiously at her clit, slipping her tiny tongue into Joy's open cunt, feeling the cucumber sliding along her mouth as Ken pulled it in and out.
Joy started to shake wildly. She kicked her legs about as Ken jammed the cucumber into her cunt, and sucked on her firm round tit.
Joy was about to come. She sat back with her eyes closed, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, as she felt the thick long cucumber driving into the depths of her cunt, and Ken's hot mouth on her tit. She felt the wetness of Jane's tongue on her throbbing clit, as she lapped from her ass up into her cunt.
Joy screamed loudly as she entered her climax, kicking her long legs about and pumping with her hips as Ken drove the rod into her. Jane continued licking, holding on to her hips as she sucked her creaming pussy.
Joy kicked for a long time before finally slowing. Ken continued working the cucumber in until she was lying still on the couch.
Jane stopped working with her tongue as Ken pulled the fat wet vegetable out of Joy's wet cunt. Her come coated the cucumber. Ken inspected the rod as he pulled it out.
"That was really great," said Joy.
"You do that a lot?" asked Jane, still in awe.
"Depends on how drunk that creep is," Joy laughed, pointing at Harold, who was still sprawled out on the rug in the exact spot he had fallen.
"Wow, that must feel great," Jane said.
"Try it sometime," Joy smiled.
Ken sat on the couch. He felt tired, but was glad he had finally made Joy come. She was really a hot box, he said to himself.
Jane sat on the couch next to him, as Joy poured three glasses of wine. Then she sat next to Ken, all three of them still completely nude.
Ken sipped the wine, then had another glass. Jane and Joy chatted for a while.
"Some way to spend the night before your marriage, isn't it?" laughed Joy.
"Yeah, some party," said Jane.
Ken stared at Joy's quaking tits as she spoke and laughed. They reminded him of Grace's full bosom, firm and taut, with long pink nipples.
Joy reached down into Ken's crotch and picked up his limp cock. She stroked it, trying to get it stiff.
"No more," Ken said, exhausted. "I have to get married tomorrow."
But Joy was determined to fuck again. No wonder Harold was drunk every night, Ken thought.
Joy continued to pull on his cock, but it would not rise. Jane was getting annoyed with Joy also.
Finally Ken got up and walked away from the couch.
"I said I've had enough," he said to Joy.
Joy reached into Jane's crotch and slid her finger along her wet slit. Jane rose quickly.
"Leave me alone," she said. "Don't you ever get enough?"
"No, never," laughed Joy. "Ask Harold."
"I want to leave," Jane said to Ken.
Ken was tired anyway. He was getting annoyed with Joy and wanted to get away from her.
"Okay, let's go," he said.
They started to dress while Joy sat on the couch watching.
"Party-poopers," Joy laughed.
Ken realized that Joy was quite drunk by now. Kv, hoped he could escape before she started to abuse them.
"I want to fuck," Joy said.
"Wake your husband up," said Jane. "This one is mine."
"He's out for the night," Joy said.
"Then wait until morning," Jane said, buttoning up her blouse and slipping on her shoes.
"I want to fuck right now," Joy whined. Ken put his coat on and headed for the door.
"Thanks for the party," he said, "I had a great time."
"Yeah, so did I,' said Jane.
"Too bad you don't really know how to swing," Joy laughed.
Ken and Jane left the apartment, as Joy slammed the door behind them.
"Wow, she's weird," said Jane.
"Yeah, I know," Ken said.
"I feel sorry for your brother," she said as they hit the streets.
"So do I," Ken laughed. "I bet he got more than he bargained for when he married her."
"Poor guy," she laughed.
They decided to walk home. It wasn't far, and the night air felt good. They rapped about the next day, the day they were to be married, but as Ken walked he found himself thinking once again of Grace. As usual, the thought of her made him long for his aunt.
He was not nervous about the marriage. But he still wondered if he was doing the right thing. He hoped that his aunt Grace would show up.
"She sure is a funny chick, isn't she?" asked Jane, breaking into his thoughts.
"Who?" Ken said.
"Joy, who else?" Jane replied.
"Yeah, she sure is a funny chick?" he answered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ken awoke with butterflies in his stomach and a jolting headache.
"Some day to get married," he told Jane as they climbed out of bed.
"Take a few aspirins," she said, hopping right out of bed with the enthusiasm of a little girl.
Jane dressed quickly as Ken sat up in bed.
"I feel terrible," he said.
"It will go away," she replied.
"Hope so," he said.
He knew the headache would go away after he had some breakfast, but he wasn't sure if that was what made him feel so bad. There was something else in the back of his mind.
Jane was to go to his parents' house. They were coming to pick her up and take her home, so that she could dress. The couple was not supposed to see one another that day anyway. He would dress in his apartment and go to the church to meet the rest of the wedding party.
"I hope your brother Harold shows up," Jane said.
"Joy will drag him there," he replied.
Harold was supposed to be the best man at the wedding. Ken hoped that he would be able to make it after the wild night before. He could just imagine him staggering into the church with his nymphomaniac wife.
Jane finished dressing and walked over to Ken just as they heard a horn outside.
"That's your father," she said.
"Good luck," Ken said.
"See you at the church," she smiled.
They kissed and embraced for the last time before they would be man and wife. She grabbed her coat and shot out the door.
He looked out the window and saw Jane jump into his father's car. He turned back into the room and sat on the bed, trying to collect his thoughts.
He felt he wanted Grace now more than ever before. How could it be, after all this time, he asked himself. I guess I really love her.
But it was useless. She was long gone, and had probably forgotten all about him. She would not even show up at the wedding, he figured.
There was also Jane to think about. In a few hours it would be too late to reconsider. Then it wouldn't matter if Grace wanted him or not, he would not be free.
He thought it over. He felt that if he could be sure he would never have Grace he would marry Jane gladly. But if there was any doubt, he might be doing the wrong thing.
He knew now that he still loved Grace. No one in the world, not even Jane, could change that. How he wished he could marry her that day instead. Of course, then he wouldn't have to worry about his job, for she was rich enough for both of them. They could move to her country house and live quietly for the rest of their lives, fucking like mad.
Yes, it would be great. But who could tell if it were even possible. He wished again that he had spoken to her since the day in the apartment when his father had caught them. And he really hoped that she might by some chance be at the church that day.
But if she were, and if she were to tell him she wanted him, then what could he do? The ceremony was all set. How could he run out. His parents would never forgive him, and he would hurt Jane so much.
But perhaps Grace was worth it. With her money he wouldn't need anyone else at all. Too bad she was my aunt, he laughed to himself, or then we could just make a substitution in brides and carry through the ceremony after all.
He slowly started to dress. His tux was hanging on the door, and he strapped himself into the suit with distaste. He never liked monkey suits.
After he was finished dressing, he saw he still had time before he was to leave for the church. His brother was supposed to pick him up in a car. He sat on the bed waiting for the horn outside to summon him.
Thoughts of Grace still ran through his head. He remembered seeing her with the photographer, and with his brother Harold, but then he recalled the time she had seduced him in her bedroom, and the time she came to his place on her own.
He thought of Joy and what a drag it would be to marry a girl like that. He knew Jane wasn't that sort of girl. But he wasn't sure about Grace. Maybe she was just like Joy, he wondered.
He heard the horn downstairs and ran from the apartment. He felt awkward in his tuxedo as he ran into the streets.
His brother sat in the window seat and Joy sat behind the wheel. His brother looked very tired. His tuxedo was put on sloppily and his face was cut from his razor.
Ken hopped in the car and sat in the back, and Joy started for the church.
"You don't look so good," Ken told his brother.
"I don't feel too good either," he replied. "Are you up to this thing?" Ken asked. "He's never up for anything," his wife cracked.
"I'll thank you to shut your cocksucking trap," Harold barked. "I'll make it, Ken."
"You look very good in that suit," Joy said.
"Thanks," he said, "but I don't feel too good. I don't like this suit."
"You don't feel sick from last night, do you?" Joy said.
"No, I can't explain it, I just don't feel right," Ken replied.
"Probably just nervousness," Joy said.
They pulled up in front of the church and Ken hopped out. He had to nod at various relatives and acquaintances he made it through the crowd into the church
The church was empty and dark. He stood on the side to watch the people trickle in. He still had time before the bride arrived.
He was very nervous now. It was not the marriage that made him uneasy, but the possibility of seeing Grace. Then he would have a tough decision to make.
He saw his relatives come into the church one by one and take their places on one side of the church. A few girls came in and sat on the other side, Jane's side. He saw an older couple he assumed was her parents come in and stand in the pew.
His heart jumped right into his mouth when he looked at the back door and saw his aunt Grace strutting in. She walked up the aisle and sat on Jane's side. He tried to get her attention, but she stared ahead and didn't see him.
She sat near the front, not far from Ken. He stared at her, waiting to get her attention. Her hair was tied in a tail behind her, long and jet black. Her face was white and her pink lips wide. He could remember the feel of those lips around his cock.
She wore a short dress that revealed a good portion of her thigh when she was standing, and even more when she sat. Her ass was firm under her tight dress.
Ken could not wait any longer. He called out to her, very low to avoid the echo of the church.
She turned her head and saw him standing in the corner of the church. Her face lit up, and she turned to see if many people were watching her.
Only a few scattered young girls and older couples were now in the church. Most of them were talking busily among themselves as they waited for the ceremony to begin.
She rose from her pew and walked over to Ken. He could hear his heart beating like mad as she came closer.
"Hello," she said as she reached him.
"How are you?" he whispered.
"Okay," she replied. "I guess you're doing real good."
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"You're getting married," she said.
"I don't know if I feel good about it though," he said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"I don't know if there isn't another person I really love," he responded.
"A particular person?" she asked.
"Yes, an older woman," he replied.
"There's someone I love a great deal that won't be available soon," she smiled.
"Who is that?" he asked, not even daring to make an assumption.
"Who do you think?" she said.
"You really mean it?" he asked, bursting with joy.
"Yes, I love you, I really missed you," she blurted out.
"Really?" he said, in shock.
"Yes, I mean it," she replied. "I found out later that I missed you a lot. I wish your father didn't catch us."
"So do I," he said. "It could have been so great."
"Could have been?" she said. "Isn't it too late now?" he asked. "That's up to you," she replied.
Ken felt his mind twisted in confusion. He was right. She did care for him. She wanted him to stop the ceremony and leave with her. But he couldn't think straight.
"That would be a terrible thing to do," he
"I know, but what else can we do?" she said.
"I don't know, I don't know," he said. "Come with me, Ken," she said, staring into his eyes.
He wanted to reach out and embrace her, and kiss her on the lips, but there was no way he could at that time without causing a scandal. Already the church was filling up.
"I don't know," he repeated.
There was a commotion at the back of the church, and the rest of the people filed into the pews.
"She's here," Grace said. "I better sit down."
He wanted her to stay, but then he saw his parents walking up the aisle. What should he do? He was torn with confusion and doubt. Grace walked back to her seat as his parents came up the aisle. He noticed that his father saw Grace, and his face flushed with anger.
Ken hoped there would be no scene. He could already see the bridal party, Jane and Joy and a friend of Jane's, in the back about to come up the aisle. The minister was waiting at the altar.
He saw his father walk up to Grace. He walked over to try to stop him. As he got near, he could hear the words.
"How dare you come here," he said.
"You mind your own business," Grace answered coldly.
"You weren't even invited," his father said.
Ken saw his mother blush.
"But I'm not here as your guest," Grace answered. "I'm sitting on the bride's side, aren't I?"
"Please, let's not make a fuss," Ken said, just as he heard the music start up in the back.
He looked at Grace, who was about to cry. How he wanted to take her away right then and there. The hell with his father. But he walked back to the corner as his parents sat down on the other side.
He could hardly think straight. There was Grace, and she was his for the taking. All he had to do was walk over to her and take her out of the church. They could leave in her car. He could leave the ceremony behind.
But there was also Jane walking up the aisle at that very moment, dressed in white. He thought she looked very beautiful in her dress. But wasn't it Grace that he really wanted?
The bride walked slowly up the aisle. He saw her white face, and a wisp of her black hair. He looked at Grace, who was almost in tears in her pew.
He walked over to the altar as his brother joined him. Harold looked very sloppy in his tux, and Ken wished he had arranged for another best man.
They reached the altar and he stood facing the minister. He could hardly see his face, his mind was so twisted. He thought about Grace and wanted to turn around and look at her. He wanted her, he wanted her.
Jane stood beside him and faced the minister. He started to babble, and Ken felt like running right back down the aisle. What could he do?
Harold was nudging him. He had the rings in his hand. Ken took the case and handed it to the minister mechanically, Jane glared at him, trying to find out what was going on with him. He was really acting strange, she thought.
Ken felt his heart racing like never before. All kinds of thoughts ran through his mind. He pictured himself on Grace's estate, sitting nude on the veranda while she walked around, her bare ass and tits shaking. He thought of the scene he would cause if he ran out.
He could imagine his parents crying and screaming, his father furious. He could see the whole church in an uproar, the minister left at the altar with Jane, who would most likely either be furious or in tears.
The words "I do" startled him alert. Jane was smiling at the minister as she answered. Ken could not resist. He turned around and looked back at Grace. She was staring at him, her eyes pleading.
The minister was staring at Ken when he turned around. His words echoed through the walked over to try to stop him. As he got near he could hear the words.
"How dare you come here," he said.
"You mind your own business," Grace answered coldly.
"You weren't even invited," his father said.
Ken saw his mother blush.
"But I'm not here as your guest," Grace answered. "I'm sitting on the bride's side, aren't I?"
"Please, let's not make a fuss," Ken said, just as he heard the music start up in the back.
He looked at Grace, who was about to cry. How he wanted to take her away right then and there. The hell with his father. But he walked back to the corner as his parents sat down on the other side.
He could hardly think straight. There was Grace, and she was his for the taking. All he had to do was walk over to her and take her out of the church. They could leave in her car. He could leave the ceremony behind.
But there was also Jane walking up the aisle i at that very moment, dressed in white. He thought she looked very beautiful in her dress. But wasn't it Grace that he really wanted?
The bride walked slowly up the aisle. He saw her white face, and a wisp of her black hair. He looked at Grace, who was almost in tears in her pew.
He walked over to the altar as his brother joined him. Harold looked very sloppy in his tux, and Ken wished he had arranged for another best man.
They reached the altar and he stood facing the minister. He could hardly see his face, his mind was so twisted. He thought about Grace and wanted to turn around and look at her. He wanted her, he wanted her.
Jane stood beside him and faced the minister. He started to babble, and Ken felt like running right back down the aisle. What could he do?
Harold was nudging him. He had the rings in his hand. Ken took the case and handed it to the minister mechanically, Jane glared at him, trying to find out what was going on with him. He was really acting strange, she thought.
Ken felt his heart racing like never before. All kinds of thoughts ran through his mind. He pictured himself on Grace's estate, sitting nude on the veranda while she walked around, her bare ass and tits shaking. He thought of the scene he would cause if he ran out.
He could imagine his parents crying and screaming, his father furious. He could see the whole church in an uproar, the minister left at the altar with Jane, who would most likely either be furious or in tears.
The words "I do" startled him alert. Jane was smiling at the minister as she answered. Ken could not resist. He turned around and looked back at Grace. She was staring at him, her eyes pleading.
The minister was staring at Ken when he turned around. His words echoed through the church.
"Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?" he said in a nasal voice.
Ken felt his body seized with fear. All of a sudden his mind cleared. He turned and ran down the aisle. As he reached Grace's pew she rose and ran to him. He held her hand and the two of them ran down the center aisle as the crowd stared in utter disbelief.
Ken did not turn around to see what went on behind him. His eyes were glued on the door and he ran full speed until he hit the stairs.
On the stairs Grace swung him around and they embraced. He kissed her hard on the lips and then turned to look back in the church. Every face was turned toward the rear door, foreheads wrinkled in frowns, staring.
He ran with Grace to her car, laughing out loud. He couldn't figure out what had come over him.
They jumped in the car and sped away from the church just as the people started to come out of the church. The car tore through the streets.
"Oh, Ken, I didn't think you'd do it," Grace said.
"Wow, that was close," he said.
"What are we going to do?" she said.
"Let's go to the hotel," he replied.
He gave her directions to the hotel he hail reserved his honeymoon room in. Grace's face! was beaming with joy as they sped through the streets.
Ken wasn't sure if he had done the right thing, but he was glad he had done what he did. He said to himself, if I hadn't left I'd be married right now. He felt bad about hurting Jane, but she'd get over it, he figured. He had himself to worry about, and now he had Grace.
They parked in the lot and hurried into the hotel. The manager at the desk greeted him and congradulated him, thinking he was with his new wife. He laughed and started for the elevator.
"No luggage, sir?" the bellhop asked.
"No, just me and her," Ken laughed.
They rode the elevator to their floor and walked down the carpeted aisle. Ken could hardly wait to get inside the room and have his aunt alone at last.
He slammed the door behind him.
"I've got to get out of this monkey suit," he said, starting to take off his clothes.
He removed his jacket and the cumberbund, then the white shirt and tie and then the pants. He sat on the bed, free of the itchy material, clad in his briefs and undershirt alone.
Grace was standing in front of him. She put her coat on the bed and stared at Ken.
"Just relax," she smiled.
She slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Ken watched eagerly as she peeled the folds back and took off the blouse. Her shoulders were smooth and white, her belly firm and small.
She reached behind and unfastened the clasp of her bra, then pulled it forward and let her tits bob freely. They were white and full and round, firm without a droop, shaking like small globes of flan. The cap was a dark pink, wide and round, and the nipples were long and already taut.
She unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Ken saw her black panties underneath her panty hose, a smooth black mesh. She peeled off the hose and exposed her white thighs, then her round calves, and pulled them off her tiny feet.
She stared at the fascinated boy as she pulled her panties down over her smooth things and let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them, stark naked.
Ken felt his cock bulging under his briefs. He sat and waited as the woman walked over to him, her tits bobbing and her hips shaking as she slowly approached.
She bent down right in front of him and reached out to run both hands along his side and along his hips. She slipped her hand under his shirt and rubbed his chest, tickling his nipples. Then she pulled the shirt off and left his chest bare.
She ran her hand from his neck down into his navel, then along his side down over his briefs along his thighs as he gasped at the delight of her touch.
She tugged at his brief and he rose slightly off the bed to allow her to slip them down. He sat back dwon, completely nude.
She caressed the insides of his thighs with her hands, running them from his knees into his crotch without touching his aching cock. One hand-shot up to his chest as the other ran along his thigh slowly, each time going further in toward his cock.
He saw his rod throbbing stiff like never before, pointing straight up at his face, almost flush with his belly. The head was a deep red and pulsed furiously with heat.
She ran her hand along his thigh and continued to his balls, taking the taut sac in her hand and squeezing as he moaned out loud.
She touched his cock and slid one thin finger along the throbbing staff from the root right up to the head, rubbing along the rim with the finger.
He moaned loudly as she finally clutched his staff in her warm hand. She squeezed it tight, then storked it once and he squirmed as the hand touched his head. The other hand shot down to his taut balls and shook them gently.
He could hardly breathe with the excitement of her hands on his balls and his pulsing staff. She stroked the rod slowly, pulling the loose skin over the stiff staff, her hand sliding a bit so that it touched not only the head but also the root. Her other hand felt very soft on his balls.
She bent down more and kissed the inside of his thigh, and he wanted to reach out right away and push her face over his palpitating cock, but he would wait.
She kissed him many times along the thigh before starting towards his crotch. Her hands still worked on his cock and balls. She slid one finger along his balls down under his divide and into the hair of his ass. He rose slightly and let her run the finger along the crack of his ass, squirming in delight. The finger found his asshole and screwed around, then in as he gasped in delight.
She kissed his other thigh softly, then kissed along to his crotch. As she reached his crotch he felt her hot breath on his bush.
She did not have to hold his cock to suck it, for it was so stiff it pointed straight up and would not be bent. She kissed his balls and licked at them with her wet tongue, then licked around the root of his rod, then along the staff right up to the head. As her tongue caressed the swollen head he moaned.
She removed the finger from his asshole and caressed his divide and then his balls as her tongue edged along his long staff. She kissed his cock and he opened his eyes, seeing her tongue worming out and up along his staff right to her head.
She put her hot mouth around the head, as if to kiss. Then she licked softly around the rim of the swollen head as he squirmed in delight.
Finally she started down toward his balls with her hot mouth and tongue, covering his staff inch by inch with her warmth. He felt her tongue swirling around his shaft as she descended.
She continued right down to the root, her lips caressing the soft hair on his bush. Then she started back up, sliding over his rod until only the head was left in her mouth. She sucked on the head and then licked around the rim of his head again.
She plunged down to the root, faster this time, as he screamed like a bird. His whole cock was immersed in her warmth, and her tongue tickled every part of his cock. Her fingers were light and warm on his balls.
She rose and fell on his cock, as he felt his whole body tingling with lust. The gism was already on its way toward his head, creeping through his pelvis like a slithering snake.
She slapped his balls as she sucked on his cock, from head to root with her smooth slow motion, tongue always working. He spread his legs wide, then wrapped them around her head, letting them hang over her nude shoulders.
She was really working on his cock now, sucking hard and rising and falling quickly. She sucked hard on his cock, and he felt the gism rising into his staff.
She felt his cock start to convulse, and removed her mouth to save his load.
"Turn over, I want to rim you," she said.
He lay on his belly on the bed, his legs sticking out from the bed from the crotch down. She picked up his legs and rested them on her shoulders, spreading them wide.
He felt her hand pulling apart the cheeks of his ass, and then the hot breath on his asshole. He gasped as he felt her wet tongue lick his crack and then up to the small of his back. Then she licked down along the crack all the way to the bottom of his ass, tickling his balls as they hung under his suspended body.
She spread the cheeks out wider and kicked into his asshole proper, sucking with her wet lips. Her tongue wormed into his asshole and wet the sides of his ass, licking deep into his hairy hole.
His cock was pulsing madly under his body. She disengaged after she had licked his ass clean and pulled over a chair to the bed. She left his legs on top of the chair to keep him suspended, and sat on the floor under him.
He was lying on the bed with his legs out on top of the chair, and she sat under him, facing towards his feet. She took his cock in hand and slid it into her mouth.
He moaned and gasped for breath as he felt his cock surrounded by the wetness of her mouth. She dove to the root and buried his pulsing cock in her warmth, her tongue never stopping its wet work.
He pumped by shaking his body on the bed, driving his cock in and out of her oncoming mouth. His balls shook freely, and she took the hairy sac in hand and squeezed softly as she sucked on his cock furiously.
On again he felt the gism creeping up his staff. Once again she felt his cock start to convulse and pulled her mouth away just in time.
He sat up on the bed and she walked into the bathroom. He wondered what she was up to. His cock was almost hurting him, it was so stiff and hot.
She returned with a small hotel-size can of shaving cream. Her face was beaming with joy. She sat next to him on the bed and squirted a large glob of cream into her hand, then took his cock and coated it with the warm fluff.
After she had lathered his cock and balls she stroked the staff. Her hand slid along the rod with no friction at all, running right over the head. He squirmed and gasped as she stroked fast, his cock buried in white cream.
She bent down and slid the cock into her mouth smoothly, running down to the root. He saw her lips white with the cream as she pulled up and then plunged to the root again, and rubbed his lathered balls.
He couldn't believe the sensation. His gism shot into his cock and she had to stop quickly to prevent him from spilling his come.
After she removed her mouth she lathered his cock again. She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, on her belly.
"Ass me," she said.
He looked down at the white buttocks of her ass, her crack running through the middle, spread open. He mounted her and felt his head touch her warm ass.
He pushed his cock between her cheeks and into her hole. He had to push with his hip very hard, then gasped as he felt the rod slide into her asshole.
His bush touched her soft ass and his balls swung against her skin as his cock was buried to the hilt in her warm asshole. He pumped slowly, his cock sliding easily in and out.
Her body shook with the force of his thrusts as he fucked her, driving his rod to the depth of her ass. He felt the warmth of the cream and the heat of her body over his cock as it was buried in her ass.
He pumped until he felt his cock swelling again with gism. He longed to shoot his load to release his tension and stiffness in her ass But he would wait.
He pulled the cock slowly out of her ass. It was still slightly covered with the white cream She flipped over on the bed and spread her legs.
She pushed him down on his back and lay on top of him, on her back. He felt his cock crushed under her ass. She reached under her body and grabbed his cock, placing it against her bush.
He looked down over her firm tits to her bush and saw his cock against her cunt sticking up through her open legs. He inserted the rod with his hand inside her lips, feeling the warmth and wetness of the head.
He pushed in with his hips, pushing her body up and bouncing the bed as his cock slid at last into her cunt. He moaned and pushed his cock into the hilt, and she screamed as his bash touched her ass.
He wrapped his legs around hers and pumped with his hips, bouncing her up with each thrust. Her tits were bobbing, and he reached down to fondle them, pinching the taut red nipple with his fingers.
His cock was buried completely in her cunt. He could look down over her tits and belly and see his cock sliding out of her cunt, wet with her juices and the last of the shaving cream, then disappearing back into her cunt. His pelvis touched her soft warm ass.
He pumped hard and fast as his cock was surrounded by her warmth. His legs gave him good leverage as he wrapped them around hers, and he pumped hard into her snatch. With each thrust her body was pushed upward, and she moaned each time his bush caressed her ass as his cock drove into the hilt.
He was fighting for breath as he felt the gism once more creep along his staff. This time there would be no stopping it. He pumped as fast as he could, hearing the sound of his rod slicing through her juices, the moaning of the two of them, the creaking of the bed as it bounded violently under their writhing bodies.
She started to scream loudly as he pumped in, his fat stiff rod boring to the very depths of her body. He pulled out and felt the air on his staff, as it pulsed and swelled with gism, then pumped back into the hilt as he shot his load, pouring huge globs of come into her cunt. He saw his cock moving very rapidly in and out of her cunt, already brimming over with his come.
He continued pumping until his balls were empty, but her hips still swirled and shook as she entered her climax, kicking her legs wildly.
He kept thrusting in as she crested, pouring her own come over his cock. His rod remained stiff for a while even after he had shot his gism into her cunt.
She stopped moving and moaning and he stopped thrusting, and felt her body on top of his, warm and soft. Her ass was on his crotch, and he fondled her soft tits, the nipples now very stiff.
"That was great," he said into her ear.
"Yeah, it sure was," she said.
She dismounted him and he lay on the bed as she licked his cock clean of come and cream with her tongue. His cock was starting to shrivel.
After his rod was limp he lay in her arms on the bed, feeling the warmth of her body tight against his, pressing her close and kissing her on the lips softly.
"I'm sure glad I left the church," he said.
"I'm glad too," she said. "I don't know what I would have done."
"What can we do now?" he asked.
"Who knows," she laughed. "We can go live at my place."
"That sounds good," he laughed.
"We can leave in the morning," she said. "We'll take my car."
They lay in each other's arms for a while. Then she reached into his crotch and grabbed his cock, trying to stroke it back to stiffness.
"Already?" he laughed.
She stroked until it started to swell. Ken thought of Joy. I wonder if she'll be the same, he thought.
She worked until his cock was again stiff, then mounted him and straddled his crotch. She inserted his cock in her cunt and dropped down onto his body, sucking his cock right into her cunt to the hilt. He felt her skin against his bush, his cock surrounded by her warmth.
She rose and fell on his cock, her wet lips around his loose skin, rising to expose his staff and almost his head, then dropping down to bury it again in wetness. Her cunt made a loud wet sound on his cock as it fell over him.
Her tits were shaking above him as she rose and fell quickly, and he pumped up at her coming cunt. He reached up and grabbed her tits as he pumped up.
After a long time he finally felt his cock swelling with another load. He shot his come into her cunt and lay exhausted on the bed under her.
She wanted more. She sucked his limp cock and had him eat out her cunt. Through most of the night they fucked, or rather, she tried to make him fuck. By the time he fell asleep his balls were empty and his cock was blue.
He slept soundly with Grace in his arms both still nude.
They dressed in the morning after having breakfast sent up. Ken could hardly wait to get out of the city. He thought about calling his parents, but decided to wait longer to let them simmer down.
They paid the bill and walked out to Grace's car. He followed her to watch her firm ass shaking as she walked, her legs almost bare under her short skirt. Her black hair swung freely behind her.
They drove out of the city and stopped at a diner for lunch when they were about halfway into the country.
"Would you like to drive?" she said as they walked back to the car.
"Sure, I'd love to," he replied.
"It's all yours," she smiled, handing him the keys.
He sat behind the wheel and they headed out on the highway bound for her estate. She sat close to him in the seat, and he put his arm around her and drove with one hand.
After a while he felt her fingering his cock while he drove. She pulled down his zipper and opened his snap, spreading the folds of hi pants. She reached under his briefs and tool out his cock, which was already hard from the touch of her hand.
She stroked his cock, looking straight ahead. Ken thought how funny it was, the people passing in their cars and looking at the two of them, never imagining at that very moment her hand was around his stiff cock, stroking and fingering his balls as he drove.
She bent over and placed her wet lips over his head, then plunged down on his staff. He had trouble concentrating on the road as she sucked furiously on his cock.
They drove mile after mile, into the deep country. The cars thinned out. Grace continued sucking on his cock, playing with his balls and stroking his rod until it was about to spurt, then letting go to leave it throbbing unattended. Then she plunged down again on the staff, leaving it wet with her saliva, until once again he was ready to spurt.
With his free hand he slipped under her pants and into her crotch, spreading the lips with four fingers while shoving one inside her wet snatch. She smiled at him as his finger screwed in her cunt.
"Let's fuck," she said.
"I'm driving," he laughed. "It would be really tough to pull off."
"We can stop," she said. "Where?" he asked.
"Anywhere," she replied. "Just pull over, there's no one around."
Ken pulled over to the side of the narrow road. Grace hopped out, and Ken looked around. There was no one in sight. He didn't even bother to put his cock back in his pants as he left the car and ran after Grace.
She was running into the field at the side of the road. He chased her, running through the tall grass. He caught her and tackled her, and they disappeared into the grass.
The smooth soft ground felt good, the grass nice against their naked bodies as they stripped and lay on the ground. She sucked his cock again, and he pulled her legs over his head and spread her cunt lips.
She squirmed as his tongue lapped along her wet slit, then into her cunt. He held tight as he felt her mouth plunging over his cock.
He licked along her divide and down around to her asshole, licking out the hairy crack, then returning to her cunt and sucking out her juices. His tongue was slipping in and out of her wet cunt, and her bush bristled against his face.
Her thighs felt soft and warm in his hands as he held tight to keep his face in her crotch. She was swirling her hips over him.
She dismounted and lay on the ground, legs spread. He dived on her and shoved his cock in her cunt with one smooth motion, gasping as her warmth surrounded his cock. She moaned as the stiff hot shaft bore to the depths of her cunt.
He pulled back and drove in, then started to swirl his hips to twist his cock around in her pussy. She sucked with the muscles of her cunt to draw his cock in fast and far. Her hips too started to swivel, and his cock was twirled around as he drove it in to her body.
Their hips were slapping loudly together and she moaned in his ear as he drove and twisted his cock around in her wet cunt. Her hips circled around under his thrusts, pulling his cock down into her body as if her cunt was a vice grip.
He huffed and puffed as he pumped furiously, his cock slipping through her juices with a loud wet sound, their skin clapping together at the end of each of his inward thrusts. His balls were swinging wildly against her ass.
She wrapped her legs around his and pumped up at his cock, still swirling her hips. She was really moaning and screaming as she soared.
He felt his cock swelling with come and pumped with all his might, just as she started to swing her hips like mad and kick her legs over him.
He slipped his coock back as it bulged with come and then drove it back into her cunt as it exploded with hot gism. She screamed and kicked as she entered her climax, bounding her hips up against his as he fucked.
He dropped his load in her vise-like cunt as she crested, then they started to slow until they were motionless in each other's arms. He kissed her on the lips and she smiled at him.
"That was good, wasn't it?" she said.
"Sure, it's always good," he replied.
"I like to do it in a lot of places, don't' you?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's different when you're in a strange place," he answered.
"I like to do it anywhere, though," she laughed.
Ken knew, or strongly suspected, that there was little difference between Joy and Grace. But he didn't care. He would love to fuck her all the time, any time she wanted. He could never get enough. Now that they were going to her house, there was nothing lese for them to do all day but fuck anyway.
They lay in the grass until Grace started to fool around with Ken's cock again, trying to whip it into shape. He lay back on the grass, enjoying her touch.
He thought about all that had happened. Did he do the right thing? He tried to imagine what it would be like to be married now, married to Jane. He would work all day, and she would work also. They would come home at night to his tiny apartment and maybe fuck. After a while he would get bored.
Now, things were quite different. He didn't have to work at all, and neither did Grace. He didn't even have to leave her house. Instead of his small place they had the huge house and grounds to roam around in. And he knew that Grace would always feel like fucking.
Yes, he decided, there was no doubt about it. He had done the right thing. But what about Jane and his parents?
He didn't want to think about Jane. He would never see her again. But his parents? He wanted to see them and try to explain, but he knew he didn't have much chance. They were most likely furious with him, and included him with Grace among the people they didn't want to see any longer. But he figured that in time they would simmer down and he might be able to talk to them. They might even come to understand.
There was one big problem. Not only was Grace older than he, but she was also his aunt. His father's sister. That was enough to make him shudder when he tried to imagine what his parents would think.
But why not enjoy the moment at hand, he thought. Here he was, out in the open country, lying nude on the grass with his naked aunt in his arms, stroking his cock. This was the life. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
"Fuck, what else?" Grace laughed.
"No, I mean after. You know, in the future," he said.
"I don't know," she said.
"Are we going to get married?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Do you want to?"
"I guess so," he replied. "I'm your aunt, you know," she said. "Yes, that is a problem, isn't it?" she laughed.
"My parents would be furious if I told them I was going to marry you," he said.
"They sure would," she laughed. "Especially my brother."
"Yeah, it would be rough," he said.
"But we don't need them, I've got more money than the whole bunch of them," she smiled.
"True," he said, "who needs them anyway."
He felt his cock swelling again. She stroked it slowly, rubbing the head tenderly with her fingers and playing with his balls, until his cock was once again stiff and ready for action.
"Wow, you really like to fuck," he laughed, thinking of Joy and his brother Harold.
She stroked his cock as he lay in the tall grass, feeling a cool breeze caressing his body.
"Maybe we can get married anyway," Grace laughed. "After all, we're already in the same family."
"I'm glad of that," he said.
"So am I," she said. "We could make our relationship doubly strong."
"I'd like to introduce you to my aunt and my wife," he said to an imaginary visitor.
"I'd like to introduce you to my nephew and my husband," she said in a faked deep voice.
Her hand kept stroking his cock. He liked being here naked with her. His cock was swollen again to its best height. It was ramrod stiff, waving in the breezes that sailed past his naked body.
"Let's fuck," he said.
"I'm yours," she said.
He sunk his mouth into her cunt, lapping it with his tongue. He slid down the crack and started in her asshole. He cleaned that thoroughly then returned to her cunt and licked inside some more.
She whipped against him. Her cunt smattered into his face. She liked the feel of his wet tongue on her cunt. It contrasted nicely with the breeze on her asshole.
He moved forward. He lifted himself on his hands and knees above her. His cock was pointing straight at her cunt from its position above her. She fondled his balls. He slapped down upon her, driving his cock into her warm fleshy pussy.
He swirled his hips to twist his cock in her cunt. He slammed his hips against hers. The wet sound of their bodies drifted into the air. Far away they could hear a big truck pass on the road. Her cunt drew him to her. The oily juices, warm and wet, greased his prick so that it slid in and out of her with a pendulum motion.
His balls bounced against her ass. The grasses tickled them at each wiggly downswing. A small bird lit for a fraction of a second on his bare ass, then flitted away.
He pumped furiously, huffing and blowing as he drove his staff into her spongy receptacle. His cock whined with the feel of his come swelling up from his balls. She had her finger in his asshole, plunging it down into him with a raging fury. It crept inside all the way to her knuckle. She squirmed it around in there to give him the maximum amount of exposure to its pressure.
His come mounted at the end of his cock. He felt it gather in a huge ball at the entrance. He rammed another time into her pussy. His come surged into her cunt that gripped him like a steel mesh trap. White hot gobs of it exploded into her.
She kicked and struggled as her own climax settled upon her. Her feet gyrated wildly in the open air. Her hips smacked against his. Her head drove forward into his face. Her eyes closed to the sun.
They thrashed together until the feeling of climax slowly sifted out of both of them.
"I like you," he said, "I love you."
"We really ought to get married," Grace said, "It would be better that way."
"But my parents," he said.
"They'll get used to anything," Grace assured him strongly.
He thought about it again. All the good times he had had with Grace. What could compare to them? He thought of a future with her.
He rolled onto the grass on his back. Both of them were naked, looking up into the sky. His arm circled her neck. He pulled her head close to his.
"They might," he half said and half thought.
He kissed her passionately.
She returned his kiss; her tongue lapping and sucking his goodness into her lucious mouth. His hands roamed her body, kneading and probing her tits, and then the mounds of her pussy. He ran his finger in and out of her juicy love house, her juices oozed in anticipation. He slipped his finger from her slit to her asshole. He felt its tightness and with his wet finger began to knead and probe the hot, tight brown hole.
He worked his middle finger into the automatically greased hole. Grace spread her legs wide making wild pumps onto his finger. He pushed another finger up her bum, causing her to scream out in pain.
As he threw her legs over her head she manipulated his big tool for the insertion to come. He spread her ass cheeks and plunged his face into her bum. He moved his tongue in and around her succulent hole.
She threw her ass into his awaiting face, riding him, smothering him, He rolled her over on her stomach quickly. He stradled her and spit on his hard and ready dick. He positioned the head of his prick at her back gate and slowly pushed until the head disappeared into her tight goodness. He pumped his rod into her slowly and deeply until it was all in her. Then surrounded by her warmth his cock told him that it would be soon. Quickening his stroke, his balls banged her ass. One more stroke and he would be on his way. "Oh Grace, take my hot load. Oh, you fucking cunt." His hot cream exploded into her ass snatch. She screamed as his hot come burned her insides. "Oh, baby, she cooed, "I love you."
