There is something about the new, the unusual, the unexplored that encourages people to venture onto unfamiliar ground. The illicit, the forbidden, seem more attractive and less wicked, somehow. A faithfully married man will find himself with a strange woman at an out-of-town convention. A young boy will experiment with drugs for the first time when he goes away to college.
NAUGHTY AUNT NORMA is about a normally proper, middle-class woman who finds herself unable to suppress her sexual desires any longer. Playing babysitter to her niece and nephew who are quite innocent, she succumbs to temptation and embarks upon a course of reckless seduction. This is a story about a woman's struggle to free herself from her inhibitions and to take the satisfaction she has sought for so long.
NAUGHTY AUNT NORMA -the story of a common problem in our society and one woman's solution.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, fuck me," she said, pulling his hunky chest down against her heaving breasts, feeling the huge bulbous head of his cock scraping across her clit and into the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth. It bottomed out way up inside her, his heavy, hairy balls nestled snugly against her asshole. Norma Jean Winslow began hip-hunching as she moaned through her first orgasm of the day.
It had been such a bitch, the night before, when her sister telephoned from the emergency room of the hospital. Nothing really serious, only it had to be taken care of immediately, after Nellie had passed out beside the pool. The children had been frantic while they waited for the ambulance. One brief look and the emergency room doctor had summoned Nellie's own physician for immediate surgery, just leaving Nellie time enough to telephone her sister in Beverly Hills.
"Please, Norma," she had said, "you just have to come down here right away and look after the kids until I get out of the hospital. Dewey's in Germany and just can't rush right back."
Oh shit! Norma had thought, then remembered she was between engagements as they say, the curse of the theatrical profession. At forty-two, she was finding parts a bit difficult to come by. It wasn't that she looked old, far from it. Her five-foot-seven-inch frame carried her lush figure with sensuous dignity. Her long blonde hair and intense blue eyes still photographed her as if she were Miss Sexy of 1978, causing most of the male population to lust after her perfect tits.
"Of course, Nell," Norma said, "I'll have to take most of tomorrow morning to arrange it, but I'll drive down in the afternoon."
"Oh, thank you, Norma," Nellie said. "I don't know what I'd have done without you to depend on."
"Okay, dear," Norma said, "just relax and do whatever your doctor says and I'll stop by and see you tomorrow at the hospital."
She knew already that Nellie's husband, Dewey, was in Germany taking care of some ticklish franchise problems. It would result in the loss of considerable money if he had to abort his business and return from Frankfurt prematurely.
Norma sighed because the man wasn't with her at that very moment and her cunt twitched and began juicing up at just the thought of Dewey's incredible cock. She was pleased to offer whatever help she could for both her sister and her over-sexed husband.
Fortunately there were only the two Fredericks children to contend with, Duane, who was fifteen already and Jeannie Denise who was...
My God, she must be seventeen already, Norma thought. I bet she's a handful. Probably chasing everything in pants already.
They were old enough that they could at least handle their own minimal needs. What they needed, really, was an authority figure to chaperone them and keep them out of mischief.
And Norma Jean Winslow, known to many more people as Denise De'Amour, had been in and out of trouble all her life, making her the perfect person to supervise two precocious, healthy teenagers.
Little Jeannie Denise Fredericks, Norma thought, using Jeannie's full name and feeling smug because Nellie had named her after Norma Jean. My god! Almost grown already.
Abruptly, just the thought of the teen-aged girl flooded Norma's mind with anguish and pain and the largest dose of pure unadulterated guilt that she had ever been able to handle.
Sobbing, fighting back the tears, Norma Jean hung up the telephone and began making quick plans to leave Beverly Hills and drive down to La Mesa where the Fredericks lived high atop Mt. Helix with all the rich people in suburban San Diego.
Oh, Christ, Norma Jean remembered, I'll have to spend all that time down there without anyone to fuck.
At the thought of fucking, Rudy Masterson appeared in Norma's mind, naked and with a hard-on, his arms open and waiting for her to snuggle up against it... his enormous hard cock... grinding into the trim flatness of her tight little belly.
Of course, she thought, I'll phone Rudy- and make an appointment for tomorrow before noon. After all, it is an emergency, he can hardly refuse me. Not considering all the money I spend with his out-call massage service.
Hastily Norma dialed the number she knew by heart and spoke to one of Rudy's little girls, one of the endless number of cunts that roamed all over Hollywood, fucking anyone for the price and taking it all back home to Rudy, king of the massage.
"Tell Rudy that it's an absolute emergency and I'll need him at... oh... ten-thirty tomorrow morning," Norma Jean said. "Yes, Denise De'Amour, 469 Beverly Glenn Drive."
"I'm sure he can accommodate you, Miss De'Amour," the girl said, purring sensuously into the phone, "and if he can't, I'd be glad to try... "
"Thank you dear, I'm sure Rudy will take care of everything for me," Norma said and hung up, turning quickly to her closet to select a few things to pack for her trip down south, tossing them onto the bed in a heap as she made her decisions.
It was quite late for her and she was tired, when Norma finished packing and it was only the thought of Rudy's strongly handsome frame, his heavily endowed cock, that sustained her through the ordeal.
Then, just before she went to bed she reached into her silver cigarette box at her bedside and pulled out a little dynamite. One single hand-rolled number of primo Panama Red, guaranteed to take her to sleepy land quicker than any sleeping pill.
Lighting the cigarette, Norma inhaled deeply, pulling the fine weed deep into her lungs and letting it expand, releasing it just before she felt the urge to cough. The dope hit her almost immediately and pleasant, lethargic sensations began creeping about her body, sensuously caressing her and lulling her into bliss-�She began to think of Rudy's body, talented tongue and incomparable cock and all the really fine things Rudy would do to her in the morning.
When Norma Jean Winslow stretched and began coming alive in the morning, the sun already shining brightly through her big double windows, she felt great. Something about that Panama Red when it was mixed up with thoughts of Rudy Masterson and his masterful massages.
Purring sensuously, flexing all her muscles, Norma Jean reluctantly got out of bed and walked naked toward the big full length mirrors that was the center of her bedroom, the right thing to make her a star, not just another Hollywood hanger-on.
Not bad for thirty-three, she thought, looking at her early morning reflection. Then, well forty-two. But Norma would admit that only to herself. There was no denying the fact that she did look thirty-three and act it. She could fuck all night long then show up at the studio sparkling, ready for the first take of the day.
Giggling girlishly, she rushed into her huge master bathroom and took, determined to be kissing sweet all over for Rudy. Already tingling with anticipation for the good-bye fuck they would have just a little later.
As soon as Norma finished her shower and dried off, she wrapped herself in a thick terry-cloth robe and went to the kitchen where Maria, her Mexican maid, had fresh coffee and toast ready for her, along with fresh-squeezed orange juice.
"Oh, Maria," Norma said, "thanks for the orange juice. I'm expecting Mr. Masterson just after ten. Could you be a dear and go straighten up my bedroom right away?"
"Si, senora," Maria said, blushing slightly because she knew about all the incredible things Norma did in that bed with that handsome man in the too-tight white pants. It wasn't necessary for Maria to see Rudy naked, all she had to do was look at the huge outline of his cock through his trousers. It was almost as if the man was actually advertising what he had and what he did with it. Nevertheless, Maria went straight to Norma's bedroom and began cleaning it, arranging it, making it look like the attractive love nest it was.
Norma, checking the clock frequently, hurried through her sparse breakfast. It was another curse of her profession, never being able to eat food like she really wanted to, just nibbling on things now and then.
Except cock, of course. Norma Jean ate an enormous amount of cock regularly, washing down fresh hot cum. Liquid protein, she called it, her special beauty diet.
Cocks and Norma Jean wiggled inwardly, an occasional clit, whenever the urge for a little variety overcame her.
Norma, with Maria's help, loaded up the trunk of her Mercedes with her luggage and even that was ready to go. Norma explained her trip to Maria and that she would expect the maid to stay at the house while she was away. Norma would telephone her there and Maria was expected to phone her employer at her sister's house whenever appropriate.
And there was nothing left to do but wait for Rudy and to look pretty for him. Norma left Maria in the kitchen, cleaning up her breakfast dishes and went back to her bedroom, deciding what to wear for Rudy.
Naked, posing in front of her large mirrors, Norma again fell in love with her incredible body. It was, after all, flawless and it worked like a charm, especially when engaged in some fresh sexual acrobatics with a capable partner, one who could match Norma pace for pace, need for need.
That Rudy was little more than a whore, going from bed to bed with just enough time between to wash the cunt smells off his skin rarely occurred to Norma Jean. He was just that good. Though she did, at times, wonder how he could manage to fuck so many times during a day, a night. Almost as if he had hourly appointments and Norma knew some of his clients really demanded some frantic fucking in exchange for their $200 massage.
Still, Norma Jean tried to tell herself that she was somehow special and that Rudy really dug balling her. That he was doing it for love, not for the two hundred dollars he never failed to collect... first.
To make it simpler, Norma took two one hundred dollar bills and put them on top of her dresser in plain sight. Rudy was accustomed to that and they both played at the routine of never mentioning money. He just picked it up, first thing and put it out of sight in his fancy leather attache case that contained all his lotions, his perfumed oils, the tools of his trade.
She had already told Maria to let Mr. Masterson in without announcing him... but she always did. Still, Norma Jean was surprised to see him standing behind her in the mirror, he had come into the room that silently.
She gasped and froze still, her hands gently cupping her firm tits and uplifting them slightly, pointing the shell-pink nipples in their sensuous, darker colored areolas, directly at her image inside the glass.
"God, but you're beautiful standing there like that," Rudy said, slipping the bills inside his attache case and setting it aside. "I could just eat you all up."
Norma Jean giggled girlishly. Rudy would never have suspected she was forty-two-years old. "Oh, Rudy," she said, "I'm so glad you could come."
"Oh, I haven't yet," Rudy said and grinned broadly. "When I got your message I cancelled all my appointments for this morning, so I could come to you fresh and pretty goddamned horny."
"I know you're lying to me, you beautiful bastard," Norma Jean said, "but that's exactly what I want to hear. Tell me some more."
"Why, Denise," Rudy said, "have I ever lied to you? You know how I feel about you, about your fantastic body. Just the sight of you standing there like that gives me an erection. See, just look at what you've done to me... " Turning to face him, Norma Jean could clearly see the outline of his cock through his pants, stretching long and hard and poking out against the tight white fabric as it reached down his leg and continued growing.
She giggled girlishly, enjoying the sight of his hot cock every time she saw it. She walked over to him and touched the front of his trousers, cupping his stretching cock shaft, feeling it firm up against her fingertips. Playfully, she traced the curves of his giant balls, pressing against them until he gasped and sighed.
"See, bitch," Rudy said. "You. make me so excited I just can't stand it. I've got to get naked."
"Oh, yes," Norma said, "hurry! I'll help you." She fell to the floor before him while he began pulling at his shirt and slipped his three-hundred dollar loafers off his feet and tossed them aside, like a cheap pair of sneakers from Taiwan. Then she slipped his socks off and massaged his bare feet affectionately.
As she looked up, Rudy had begun opening his belt and working at the snap at the top of his pants. In haste, Norma pushed his hands away and took over, grabbing the tab of his zipper and pulling it downward.
As she did so, the exciting touch of his starkly black pubic hairs, poking through his open fly, turned her fingers on fire. She quickly jerked his pants down off his hips, peeling him like a banana until the gigantic oversized banana of his cock snapped free of the tight confines of his white pants and swung upright, pointing at her and bouncing wildly, his hair-covered balls swinging between his massive thighs.
"Oh, God, Rudy," Norma said, worshipfully, looking up along his ruggedly masculine, hair-covered body. "You've got to fuck me like forever today. It is a real emergency this time, I'm going away for a few weeks."
"Oh, Denise," he said, "that's too bad... I was looking forward to our regular massage sessions every other day."
"Oh, I know," she said, cupping his balls gently in her hands and nuzzling her face against the feverishly hot, rigidly hard flesh of his pulsating cock shaft. "And I was too. Only my sister's in the hospital and I've got to help out with her two kids."
"But you will be back?" Rudy asked, flexing his muscles to cause his cock to jerk and throb wantonly against her face.
"Oh, I'll be back, Rudy," she said, "nothing can keep me away from your cock."
And she pushed back, sliding along the rigid length of it until the wide-flaring ridge kissed her lips. Her tongue snaked out quickly, dipping into the pisshole of Rudy's huge cockhead and laving away the glistening drop of pearly pre-cum before her mouth opened wide, taking all of his cockhead into it and suctioning hard three times.
Rudy gasped and froze in position, loving the feel of Norma Jean's very talented mouth as she began one of her fabulous cocksucking routines. Only she stopped abruptly and stood up, facing him and hugging him tight. Her cunt spasmed and twitched and the juices of her inner flesh began growing warmer, collecting just inside the moist, anticipating lips of her cuntal mouth.
"Christ, Rudy," she said, "you feel so good to me. Come on, let's go to bed."
Laughing, saying nothing, Rudy picked her up easily, crushing her body to his chest and kissing her neck, nibbling at her flesh and turning her on like mad. Beneath her buttocks, the heavy ram of his cock was poking at her flesh, searing her with every touch and she could feel his heartbeat as it pulsated against her hot body.
Moaning, gasping in her excitement, she clung to him as he walked to the bed and dropped her in the center of the king-sized mattress. Reflexively, Norma Jean's arms spread wide, waiting for him and her legs spread apart, too.
Looking down at her perfect blonde body, the natural hairs of her cunt as platinum as the hairs of her head, Rudy would never have suspected the attention Norma's hair dresser had to give her cunt. All Rudy could see was the pink slit, between the fine gold hairs, that gaped slightly open, moistily, the nubbin of her clit just visible to him, drawing him forward like a magnet.
"Oh, hurry, Rudy," Norma Jean said, almost begging for his body, his cock, his balls and his fresh hot mancum.
"Christ, I've never seen a cunt like that," Rudy said, taking time to admire the perfection of her mons, the heart-shaped pubic hairs, the irresistible fuck home that seemed to flex invitingly as he watched, spasming with her own desire to have him penetrate it with his lips... with his tongue... with his massive, masculine cock shaft.
Smiling confidently, totally assured of himself and his power over her frail, feminine body, Rudy moved gently up onto the bed, crawling between her spread legs until the head of his cock, dry except for her faint spittle, nestled against the parted lips of her cunt.
"Oh, Baby," Rudy said, smiling down at her.
"Oh, fuck me," she said, pulling his chest down against her heaving tits, feeling the huge bulbous head of his cock scraping across her clit and effortlessly into the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth. It bottomed out way up inside her. His heavy, hairy balls nestled snugly against her asshole. Norma Jean began moaning incoherently, through her first orgasm of the day.
CHAPTER TWO
I wonder how big his cock is, Norma Jean Winslow thought, the moment she saw her little fifteen-year-old nephew Duane Mack Fredericks. My, but he's big already and doesn't he look like his dad? Norma's cunt twitched and began warming up, remembering all the good fucks she had had with the youngster's father.
Truly, young Duane was spectacular already. At fifteen, his blond hair and stark blue eyes weren't anything like his father's brooding darkness, but all the features of his face were and the general outline of the boy's torso. It was easy to see that once he attained his full size, it wouldn't be possible to call him Little Mack any more. He was already taller than Norma and because he only weighed one-hundred-thirty pounds, he looked quite lean already.
Norma knew that any son of Big Mack's would just naturally have to have a big cock, though and she had to struggle to keep her mind off the burning question of just how big the boy's cock was and how it was shaped and how good did it taste.
I wonder if anyone's ever sucked his sweet little cock yet? I bet he's horny all the time and cums like a water fountain, Norma Jean thought, crushing the boy into her arms and squeezing him in a tight hug. For just a moment she thought the boy leaned into her with his crotch, pushing his flesh against her until, she thought, she could feel the flesh of his sex hard against her thigh, only she must have been mistaken.
Stepping back from the boy, she began talking, "Oh, Duane, how you've grown. It's been months since I last saw you. And where's Jeannie?"
"Oh, she'll be right here, Auntie Denise."
"No, Duane," Norma said, "you've got to try calling me Aunt Norma, or just Norma. I don't feel much like an aunt. I'm not old enough to be one anyway, certainly not for such a fine handsome young man as you."
Duane started to blush, his face flushing and turning all red, only he was saved by Jeannie.
His sister rushed into the living room. "Aunt Norma," she said, smiling broadly and reaching out to hug her aunt.
At the touch of Jeannie's arms around her shoulders, drawing Norma Jean close, she wanted to melt and burst into uncontrollable tears. As it was, she braced herself for the feel of the young girl's body against hers. Norma Jean had fought all those battles of guilt many times over and over during the years since Jeannie had been born and thought she had put aside the horrible monster that plagued her endlessly, torturing her to blurt out the shameful secret about Jeannie and her past.
Only that would have accomplished nothing. Certainly it would do nothing to enhance her career as a Hollywood movie star.
"Just let me look at my niece, will you," Norma said, smiling at Jeannie, noticing how very very much she looked like her father. Clearly Big Mack had left his stamp on both his children. At seventeen, Jeannie Denise Fredericks was already startlingly beautiful, but then she had the proper heritage for that. Her dark brown hair fell past her shoulders in casual disarray, perfectly offset by the brilliance of her green eyes.
"My God," Norma said, as if she somehow expected things to be different. "I can't get over how beautiful you are. And you, too, Duane."
Impulsively Norma hugged both of the children to her breasts, crushing them against her. "Now," she said, "tell me about Nellie. How is she? When can I see her?"
Both of the children started talking at once and Norma had to hold up her hands to stop them, pointing to Jeannie to continue.
"She came out of the anesthesia on schedule," Jeannie said. "And Doctor Albertson said she'll be okay in just a few weeks, only she'll have to take things real easy for a while."
"Yeah, Auntie Norma," Duane said, "it's going to be great having you stay with us until then. I can hardly wait to tell the guys that we got a movie star at our house."
"Now, Duane," Norma said, "You'll just have to try harder to think of me as your aunt. But tell me, when can I see Nell?"
"Oh, visiting hours are from seven until eight," Jeannie said.
"Swell," Norma said, "that gives me just enough time to get set up here, check out the house again and scoot on over to the hospital. Duane, could you help me unload my things from the car?"
"Sure, Auntie," Duane said, "just give me your keys and I'll take care of them."
"Okay, here you are," Norma said, handing him the keys. "Everything I'll need is in the trunk, dear."
And in no time at all, the young boy had lugged in Norma's suitcases and put them in the master bedroom, directly across the wide hallway from the children's rooms. After Norma pretended to unpack, hanging up a few of her things so the wrinkles and folds could fall out of them, she walked around the house with the children, learning where everything she might need was located.
They walked around the well-tended lawn, examining the fruit trees, then through the patio into the kitchen, that connected with the four-car garage. Every convenience designed for man was available there, along with a well-stocked refrigerator.
In the hallway to the bedrooms, Duane opened a door and the three of them stepped into a different world. It was his bedroom and the walls were plastered with posters of rock musicians and there was an elaborate stereo set-up dominating most of one wall, along with several record cabinets.
"This is my room," he said, as if she couldn't guess.
"It sure looks like you enjoy listening to music," Norma Jean said, looking around her, then into the open door of the big bathroom. "Oh," Norma said, briefly shocked.
She was looking straight through the bathroom, into the room beyond. Jeannie's room. It had to be that, because of the delicate blue colors and feminine feel of the room.
"Yes," Jeannie said, "Isn't it convenient? You can walk right through into my room. We never close the doors. It's somehow more comfortable that way."
The three of them walked through the big bathroom and into Jeannie's room, where Norma examined the collection of dolls that the girl had already far outgrown, but couldn't bring herself to get rid of, especially the large stuffed Pooh Bear Norma had given her for her sixth birthday.
Then, abruptly, it was time for Norma to drive over to the hospital to see her sister. Dr. Albertson said it was all right for her to see Nellie, provided she didn't upset the patient and just spent a few minutes with her.
As it was, Nellie was rambling almost incoherently. She did recognize Norma and remembered asking her sister to stay with the children, but it wasn't possible for the two women to have a conversation. Somehow everything Nelly said seemed to be about the children being naked most of the time and how she couldn't seem to do anything about it.
Leaving the hospital, Norma Jean tried to make sense out of the ramblings of her sister's dope-crazed mind, finally deciding that Nelly was just heavily sedated and that her words meant nothing.
It was only when she had returned to the house and went to her room to start getting ready for dinner that her first premonitions that everything wasn't exactly going smoothly in the house first broke through.
Norma Jean was sure she had seen Jeannie, stark naked, duck into little Duane's room from the hallway, moving quickly, as if she hadn't wanted Norma to see her.
Curious, Norma opened Duane's door and stepped inside the room, but no one was there. Not Duane, not Jeannie. The room was empty, as was the connecting bathroom and Jeannie's room. Realizing she must have imagined the sight of Jeannie's flashing buttocks, no doubt brought on by Nellie's peculiar ravings in the hospital, Norma Jean shrugged her shoulders and went to get ready to eat. The children had told her that dinner would be served after her visit to the hospital.
As Norma Jean came into the dining room, she noticed that both Duane and Jeannie were already there, seated opposite each other across the table at one end of it, a third place set for Norma at the - end, beside them.
"Oh, this is cozy," Norma said, taking the seat at the end of the table.
Jeannie smiled conspiratorially at Duane, who grinned at her as Consuelo began serving their dinner.
Eating her soup, Norma began talking to the children. "Your mother looks just fine, though we couldn't talk very long. She's still got lots of medication in her system, apparently."
"Oh, nothing really, dear," Norma said. "But she did say something peculiar about your having no clothes on, Jeannie."
"Me?" Jeannie said, theatrically. "How peculiar. You're right about that."
"Yes, Auntie Norma," Duane said. "We always swim in the nude. Perhaps that's what she's talking about."
"My God," Norma said. "You do?" Inwardly, she was relieved because it now meant she also could swim nude, the way she preferred to play around in the water.
"Oh, yes," Jeannie said, "we always have. For a while, Dad even had a sign up out by the pool, No Swim Suits Allowed. We've just sort of grown up casually. I think the term for it is social nudity."
"My oh my," Norma said. "Times are quite different now, than when I was a girl, though I do admit I like swimming in the raw."
"The pool's heated, Norma," Duane said, "so you can go in at night, if you want to."
"That's nice, dear," Norma said, slicing into her steak.
They giggled peculiarly Norma thought, watching them, but then they were just children, even if they did play at grown-up nakedness in the swimming pool.
And as soon as they had finished eating, she found out for herself that it was true. "I think I'll go for a swim now, Auntie," Duane said. "Will you come join me?"
"Oh, me too," Jeannie said, standing up from the table. "Well, I don't know," Norma said. "I've just eaten."
"Just take it easy, that's all," Duane said. "Besides, it's good exercise. Come on."
"Well, perhaps," Norma Jean said, "just a bit later."
She watched them leave the dining room and walk toward the patio, leading out to the pool, still amazed at the easy acceptance of each other's body.
Seated alone, at the big dining room table, watching Consuelo slowly clear away the dishes while Norma drank another cup of cinnamon tea, she finally decided to go out by the pool and watch the children.
As Norma turned the corner of the patio and saw the pool, the first thing she saw was Duane's dick, flopping around like crazy, along with his heavy hanging, almost hairless balls.
She gasped and froze in position, looking at the fifteen-year-old boy bouncing up and down on the diving board.
She had been right in her earlier appraisal of the boy's fine young body. His smooth, hairless chest had already begun to take on identifying form as his pectorals took shape, framing his brown-tipped nipples and leading down to a trim, impossibly narrow waist, flaring out again only to accommodate the tangle of his pubic patch of stark blond hairs, making his sex flesh look, if anything, just that much more pronounced and more desirable.
The juices of Norma Jean's pussy began swirling about inside her and gathering up, moving to the lips of her cunt and growing warm and heavy.
Then, beneath the diving board, young Jeannie rose up from under the water, breaking the surface and rising up into the air, reaching for the diving board.
It would have been impossible for the boy not to have seen her tits. Why, they were almost the size of a full grown woman's breasts already. And with young Duane so impressionable in the ways of woman and in sexual matters, it would be impossible for him not to become excited and frustrated. Somehow Norma Jean was convinced of these things, watching the two naked children, almost already grown, play and cavort in innocent abandonment.
As he saw her approach, Duane stopped bouncing on the diving board and just stood there, facing his aunt, proudly and nakedly, his sweet young cock having angled out just slightly, still falling heavy and low past his massive balls. Every inch a man and already composed in that knowledge. "Oh, there you are," he said. "Come on in, Aunt Norma."
"Not just yet, dear," Norma said, not sure she was brave enough to make the effort. "Perhaps later."
"Please do," Duane said, "I'm dying to see your body." Then, completely unconcerned, he rose up from the diving board and cut a perfect swan dive, cleanly slicing into the water.
The pool lights Were on, illuminating the water from below, enabling Norma to watch the progress of the boy's body through the water as he swam the length of the pool. Jeannie was circling beside him, just inches away from his body, closely observing the movement, the play of the boy's muscles through the body, the heavy hanging cock as it almost but not quite scraped along the bottom of the pool.
Jeannie's hands cupped her tits possessively and her legs split wide apart as she kicked herself to the surface, coming out of the water right in front of Norma Jean.
"God," the young girl said, "the water's magnificent tonight. Please come on in, Aunt Norma."
"I'm a little tired right now, dear," Norma said.
"What with the hospital and all. I think I'll just take it easy. Go to my room and relax a bit. You children had better get out and dry off, before you catch cold."
But once she reached her room, the tensions in her body seemed to increase, rather than dissipate and Norma Jean was finally forced to recognize them for what they were, the pains of sexual frustration. Just the sight of young Duane's fresh, virginal body had inflamed her desires, making her well used pussy flex and stretch, grow moist and warm, waiting for the boy's cock to ease between the folds of her fabulous tissues.
From her cache of pre-rolled numbers, Norma Jean selected a wheat-straw Columbian and crawled into the bed. Then, drawing the soothing marijuana deep into her lungs, Norma Jean tried to relax, turning to her favorite dope to do the trick for her.
But the pot didn't do what she had hoped it would. If anything, it only seemed to stretch out time and heighten her already raw sexual desires until all she seemed to see before her was the naked torso of her sweet young nephew, his cock proudly displayed for her inspection.
Only then did Norma realize that it was real. It was Duane's sweet young cock she was inspecting. It was Duane standing naked just inside her bedroom door, sniffing of the peculiar smelling smoke and staring at his aunt.
"Are you all right, Aunt Norma?" the boy asked. "I just came in to say good night."
"What, oh, yes, dear," Norma said, momentarily stunned at being caught smoking dope until she realized that was no less peculiar than having a naked fifteen-year-old boy standing in front of her. "I'm all right. Good night, Duane. See you in the morning."
"It's really great having you here, Aunt Norma," Duane said, unconsciously touching his cock shaft and pulling at it, stretching it long and heavy against his leg. When he released it, Norma Jean saw that it stayed in place, longer and heavier than it had been before the youngster touched it, rising just slightly and seeming to fill out and grow fatter. "We're going to have some swell times together."
"Of course, dear," Norma said, taking another drag on her Columbian, holding the smoke deep and long.
"Good night."
Watching the boy turn to leave, his flawless buttocks flexing and rippling intoxicatingly, she felt her cunt flutter through a series of involuntary shudders, almost but not quite signaling an uncontrollable orgasm within her.
Slowly she exhaled, letting the smoke roll heavily from her lungs and gather about her head.
Oh, Jesus, she thought, I'll go out of my mind this way, just looking at all this delicious naked flesh.
Rudy! Of course. He can make some suggestions, I'm sure.
Picking up the bedside phone, Norma Jean hastily dialed Rudy's Hollywood number and was greatly surprised when Rudy himself, a bit sleepy, answered the phone.
"Oh, God, Rudy," she said, "I'm going out of my mind. I'm so fucking horny I could take on a mountain lion about now."
"Denise my love,"' he said, "I've just been thinking about you and how much I want you right now."
"No, Rudy," she said, "don't make it any more difficult for me by talking that way. I'm serious, lover. I've got to have someone to ball in a hurry. Do you, by any chance, have any connections down here?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," Rudy said. "There's a girl I know who operates a massage parlor in San Diego. If you phone her and say I sent you, I'm sure she can arrange something for you."
"God, Rudy, I'm ready to try anything," she said. "Just give me her number, please."
"Of course, I've got it here somewhere," Rudy said. "Oh, here it is. Conchita Alvarez. Don't forget, you'll have to tell her I sent you, love."
"Yes, yes, Rudy and thank you very much," Norma Jean said. "I can hardly wait to get back to you, my love."
"I can hardly wait to be with you again, too. Hurry home."
Hanging up the phone, Norma called again, using the Alvarez number. On the fourth ring, someone picked it up. "Hello."
"Conchita Alvarez, please," Norma Jean said. "I'm calling at the instructions of Rudy Masterson.
"This is she," the voice said into the phone, suddenly sensual and extremely provocative. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, yes," Norma Jean said. "I'm a... special customer of Mr. Masterson's, if you understand me. He provides... exceptional massages for me in Beverly Hills."
"But of course," Conchita said, "I understand perfectly. How can I... service you?"
Norma Jean quickly gave Conchita the address in La Mesa and asked her to come the following morning, before noon. "I'm extremely tense here, not knowing anyone. I just have to get rid of the knots in my muscles."
"Miss Winslow," Conchita said, "believe me, I'll help you get rid of everything you want to get rid of. Shall we say eleven o'clock?"
"Shall we say ten?" Norma said, growing more impatient by the minute.
Conchita recognized the sound of Norma Jean's frustration and laughed. "Please try to relax, Miss Winslow," she said.
"Call me Norma," Norma said, interrupting her.
"Believe me, I know a few massage techniques that Rudy could never apply," Conchita said. "You're in for some special... ah... massage indeed. See you at ten. Do have a good night."
The phone went dead in Norma's hand. She cradled it then let her hand slip beneath the sheets and down to her crotch where her fingers toyed in the tangled blondness of her pubic triangle, finally slipping her cuntal lips apart slightly, just enough to reach the nubbin of her clitoris.
Humming gently to herself, alternately squeezing then releasing her clitoris, Norma Jean settled deeper into the mattress, her pussy juicing and throbbing and feeling wonderful, getting ready for the unknown delights that tomorrow would bring her.
CHAPTER THREE
Conchita Alvarez was an ambitious girl. It was not for nothing that she had married that miserable truck driver, just to become an American citizen and get out of the dump she hustled her ass in and cross the border, legally. In no time at all, she had parlayed the truck driver's small savings into a store-front massage parlor called Foxy Fingers, By investing the income from Foxy Fingers, she was able to put together the fanciest call-girl operation in all San Diego county. She not only had call girls, she had call boys. She even had call burros, if anyone was interested and everything was priced according to the client's ability to pay.
Although she was only thirty, her one-hundred pounds was perfectly distributed over her five-foot-five-inch frame. Her black hair was worn long and combed back off her face just enough to perfectly frame her dark brown eyes. She was a spitfire if there ever was one and did she ever love to ball. If she wasn't such a good business woman, she would have fucked away her fortune long before now, only her shrewdness prevailed and she always put the money away first, then made love second.
When Conchita pulled up into the long driveway up the hillside she was startled to see what luxurious surroundings she had been called to, even though Norma Jean had explained that she was only visiting on the telephone the night before... just visiting and in extreme sexual need. Just what Conchita needed for the day.
Silently, Consuelo lead the fancy dressed lay down the hallway to the master bedroom, leaving her there standing in the open doorway.
Looking toward the bed, Conchita saw a spectacularly beautiful woman, naked, her hair framed in platinum curls. Her flawless breasts were heaving in anticipation. "Miss Winslow?" she said, hesitantly, afraid it was all too good to be true.
"Ah, Conchita," Norma Jean said. "Please call me Norma. Yes, I have been waiting. Hurry, dear and show me something special."
"I think this job will be one that I'm going to enjoy," Conchita said.
"I guarantee it," Norma Jean said. "If you live up to just half of Rudy's recommendation, we'll both be satisfied. Now, enough of this talk, I want to see some action. Why don't you do a strip for me? Show me your beautiful body... " As she said that, Norma Jean pushed the satin sheets down lower, below her belly, so the top fluffs of her pubic hair would stick up and tantalize her.
Giggling slightly, her eyes beginning to sparkle with anticipation, Conchita put her small valise down on a chair. "There is the... uh, fee... for the massage... " Conchita began.
"Of course, dear," Norma said. "I left it on the dresser there."
Without counting it, Conchita picked up the bills and stuffed them in her bag. Her fingers did the counting, telling the hot-boxed woman that it was at least two hundred dollars.
Turning back to face the bed, Conchita kicked her loose sandals off and raised her shift up and over her head, letting it drop casually to the floor. She was standing there facing Norma Jean wearing nothing but black lace bikini panties and a tight little black lace bra. The nipple holes were cut out of the bra and Conchita's eraser-like nipples, already protruding and throbbingly erect, were naked to Norma's inspection. The panties were extremely thin and Norma could see the wild patch of Conchita's midnight black pussy hairs.
"Oh, yes, yes," Norma said, watching the girl strip. "Do hurry, you're turning me on too much... " She cast all the covers aside, revealing her naked body on the gold satin-covered bed and her legs parted slightly, pulling her cuntal lips apart so Conchita could see the passionate pink inner flesh, glistening with its own hot moisture.
Conchita reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it snake down her arms and fall to the floor. With her breasts free, she took a deep breath and posed for Norma Jean, proud of the way her tits pointed sharply upward, the nipples, centered in large dark sensuous areolas. Her waist was trim and dipped in very harrow and her hips flaring out seductively. Bending just a little, Conchita pushed her bikini panties down her legs and kicked them aside, standing proudly and completely naked before Norma Jean. As her legs moved deliberately wide, Norma gasped at the sight of Conchita's pussy lips, they were so distinctive and the nubbin of her clitoris, enormously extended, poked provocatively out into the open, sparkling with cunt dew.
Norma Jean silently held her arms wide open and grinning, Conchita bounced across the floor and jumped into the bed, right into Norma's passionate embrace. The two women clung to each other in abandon, running their hands up and down each other.
Conchita's back felt wonderful to Norma Jean. It had been so long since she had made love with a woman. Her skin was nothing at all like Rudy's powerful muscles and it was almost hairless and super smooth, just wonderful to touch. Her tits felt so good to her also, cupped in Norma's hands or crushed flat against her own, all four of their nipples scraping together in feverish caresses.
When they had touched the surface enough to realize that they were both more than ready to spiral off into orgasm after orgasm, Conchita forced her way out of Norma's feverish embrace and raised up off of her.
"Now I'm going to give you a Conchita Super Clit Banger," the spitfire said. "I'm going to get you off like you've never cummed before. You just relax and enjoy this, baby, squeeze out every little cum you can grab for yourself."
Norma Jean relaxed back into the mattress and Conchita moved up over her, sitting down on Norma's waist, her buttocks smashing down into Norma's trim little belly as her hands began massaging Norma's face, her eyes, her ears, then her lips, forcing them apart and reaching inside Norma's mouth before moving on down to her chin and neck. The contact of her fingers was not only soothing to Norma, but highly exciting. Everything she did to the movie star was very different from Rudy's technique and Norma loved it.
After caressing Norma's shoulders for several minutes, Conchita moved on down to her breasts, circling each tit in spiral-like squeezes, finally centering in on the nipples. She squeezed them playfully but not painfully, pulling on them and stretching them and making them so sensitive Norma wanted to cry out in her ecstasy. Instead, she only began moaning louder, gasping loudly, sighing.
Conchita began moving her buttocks backward, moving across Norma's pubic hair, her mound, to stop just on her thighs before sinking down again. The warmth of her buttocks felt like fire against Norma's already heated-up thigh flesh. Conchita's hands began squeezing in on Norma's trim waist, her navel, digging down into the belly button and taunting her. Then, after what seemed like an agonizingly long time, Conchita finally touched Norma Jean's pubic hairs. It was like she had applied a blow torch to the movie star's sex flesh when she finally made that forbidden Lesbian contact. Norma's hips flexed involuntarily and her thighs heaved upward, bouncing Conchita, her breasts, her wobbly nipples still pointing up toward the ceiling.
"Oh, God, Conchita," Norma said, moaning.
"Yes, isn't it wonderful," Conchita said, picking up some strands of Norma's platinum blonde pubic hairs and intertwining them in her starkly black pussy hair. The contrast was electrifying to both of the beautiful women. The two opposite extremes of the coloration scale, coming into cunt-to-cunt contact and each turning the other on beyond their imagination.
Conchita's talented fingers began circling Norma's mons, massaging gently, squeezing the sex flesh while her buttocks moved just slightly lower, making more room for her hands to caress the star's fabulous body. As she did so, Norma spread her legs wider and the woman sank off her legs and down between them, onto the satin sheet.
As there was so much room for her hands, she began letting her fingers slip over the lips of Norma's very moist cunny, dipping just slightly down inside, separating the folds of inner flesh provocatively and teasing the inside of Norma's pussy hole.
As Norma gasped and sighed, Conchita's fingers closed on her clitoris, holding it warmly and possessively, scraping over the end of it soothingly with her feather-like fingertip. "You have such a beautiful little clit," Conchita said. "Not like mine at all. Sometimes I hate my big clit, only it gives me so much pleasure."
Norma couldn't reply, she felt too good. Already a tiny series of little orgasms, rolling over her like slow-motion machine-gun fire, began rippling through her loins as the pleasure intensified.
"Now, baby, see how you like this," Conchita said, pushing her hips forward until her gaping-mouthed cunt smacked up against Norma's with a loud, wet, audible cunt-kiss.
Norma raised her hips slightly, adjusting the angle and opened her legs wider, pulling her pussy lips as wide open as possible, without actually touching them with her hands. She lifted her head slightly to look down over her belly, past her pretty little tits and Conchita's brown-tipped beauties, past both their trim little tummies to where the white-blonde hairs were mingling with the deep black cunt hairs. Her open pussy lips stood waiting for Conchita's cunt to kiss them again.
"Now, baby," Conchita said, "see what I can do with my big fat clit. Just watch and tell me if you can feel this." Conchita took her hands and pulled her pussy wide open and the inner flesh seemed to pouch forward, to distend out from her sex and the clitoris became even more prominent, more fire-like and firm. She moved forward until her clitoris came into direct contact with Norma's and smashed tight against it, sliding over it to increase the friction.
And then, miracle of miracles, Conchita's clitoris slipped past Norma's and actually dipped down into her cunny, into the fuck hole itself like a miniature cock.
"Oh, my God," Norma said, feeling the intense heat of the her pussy flesh merging against and inside of her very own cunt. "I've never felt anything like that in my whole life. It's... it's different... wonderful. Oh, God... I'm... I'MMM CUMMMIIINGG! I'MM CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG AGGAAIINNM!"
"See," Conchita said, her own pussy fluttering through a frantic orgasm. "Didn't I tell you? Didn't I...?"
Then, as the peak of Norma's orgasm passed but before the little ripples had a chance to die all by themselves, Conchita abruptly broke their cunt-to-cunt merging and scooted down, her damp cunt leaving a streak of woman cum on the gold satin sheets as she dipped lower, her face coming down without warning and smashing into Norma's spread-wide, cum-spasming cunt.
Norma's hips bucked up sharply, smashing her pussy flesh all around Conchita's face, her lips, her nose, as the fiery lady began eating out Norma's cunt, nibbling at her already over-sensitized clitoris and poking her tongue, then her nose, deep into Norma's vagina, making her cum like she hadn't cum in recent memory. A whole new series of orgasm began wracking Norma and she moaned incoherently through them all, her head back against the pillow and rolling from side to side in her ecstasy, her arms flailing helplessly at her sides.
Conchita herself had never been more passionate, had never experienced a more powerful orgasm. The fine texture of Norma Jean's pampered pussy, the flavor of it, the heady aroma of her woman scents were all that Conchita needed to cum endlessly. Her buttocks were writhing from side to side, astraddle Norma's lower leg, hunching and pushing her damp, cum-streaked clitoris again and again against the hard ridge of Norma's leg gone.
The whole thing was almost incomprehensible to young little Jeannie Denise Fredericks. Although she had heard about girls making out together, she had no real concept of how they went about it, or that it could be so devastating, so incredibly exciting to do.
And almost just that exciting to watch.
The sounds coming from the open doorway of the master bedroom had attracted her attention at first and she had paused there to investigate. The sight of the two naked beauties had held her transfixed, silently watching, standing just outside the door and a little to the side, out of sight of the humping women.
In no time at all, little Jeannie had become excited from just watching. Although she knew well how to masturbate herself, having resorted to it many times in the past, she wasn't even aware that she was doing it again.
Her young little cunny had started heating up the minute she saw Conchita's clitoris from the rear, her firm little buttocks parting enough for the young girl to see right between them, into the moist sweaty crack and see the stark brown pucker of Conchita's anal sphincter and the gaping-mouthed cunt with the clitoris poking right out.
Jeannie's hand had snaked down inside her waistband, inside her panties as well and found her own cunt lips. They were already damp and ready, slightly swollen and parted from excitement. The girl only had to hunch slightly forward enough for them to part and make room for her fingers, sliding over her clitoris and through her lips and into the moist inner flesh, parting the tissues with an in-and-out finger-fucking rhythm.
Her orgasms seemed to match those of her fantastically beautiful movie star aunt, the single woman in the whole world she had dreamed about so often, of being held tightly and warmly by the older woman, of nestling warm and secure into her arms, cuddling against her breasts even... oh, God, taking those tits into her mouth and nursing on them.
It was a ridiculous desire, Jeannie knew, yet it was so compulsive, so undeniable to the young girl, that she often thought of herself as being... well, yes, even perverted, for wanting to be actually mothered by the famous moving picture star.
When her most fierce orgasm subsides, Jeannie reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and out of her pants. She forced herself to leave the spectacle she was watching, for fear of being discovered and she tip-toed down the corridor, heading outside.
Duane Mack Fredericks was doing one of his favorite things, running around the pool deck in the nude. He loved the way his sex flesh hung and bounced and flopped around wildly. It turned him on and every time he was alone, he ran, looking down, watching his heavy cock bobbing. He loved the heavy feel of it as it bottomed out with each step, seeming to stretch and become even heavier. In all his fifteen years, it was his greatest thrill, next to fist fucking, but he only engaged in that when he was absolutely sure he was alone. For some reason it seemed bad to him and he wasn't sure he should be doing it, despite how good it felt to pull on his heavy cock.
When he saw his sister coming out of the patio toward the pool, looking for him, he stopped his running, glad that he hadn't built up to a full erection. His cock, only slightly tumescent, angled out heavily over his heaving, exercise-worked ball sac.
"Quick, Duane," Jeannie said, motioning secretly to the boy, "over here."
He watched his sister duck furtively behind some high bushes at the corner of the pool yard, motioning for him to follow her.
Curious, he rushed over to the bushes and forced his way between them to where they had hidden many times over the years, playing quietly and sharing secrets in the private world between the bushes and the fence.
"Oh, Duane," Jeannie said when he had joined her, "you won't believe what I just saw Aunt Norma doing with that lady."
Quickly she told her brother all that she had seen, in graphic detail, sparing none of the more exciting details, watching the way the young boy's cock responded to her story, his long heavy boy cock stretching out and firming up, becoming erect. His sweetly protective foreskin seemed to roll back off his cockhead all by itself as the inner pink flesh of it peeked out, the single slit almost winking at Jeannie as moist precum gathered on it.
There was something, too, that seemed to be exciting Duane that he had never noticed before, a peculiar aroma that was heady and irresistibly attractive that seemed to be coming from Jeannie's hand. And from somewhere else that he couldn't locate without being obvious about what he was doing.
It was the smell of hot pussy, of woman cum, although he didn't know that.
"Jesus," young Duane said, wanting to fuck his fist in the worst way, his erection already painful and his boycock almost fully extended, only the ridge of his arrowhead-shaped cockhead held the foreskin in place, hiding part of his precious fuck flesh from his sister, "that's exciting! I'm turned on!"
"Yes, I can tell, Duane," Jeannie said. "I am too, only it doesn't show. Here, help me get out of these clothes, maybe I'll feel better without them."
Struggling, pulling at her clothes, they managed to get them all off and Jeannie was as nude as Duane and still the young boy hadn't located the source of the heady scent that was attracting him so strongly, so erotically.
"Tell me the part again about how she was touching Aunt Denise," Duane said, his eyes glazing over with youthful passion.
"Well, I guess I could show you, Duane," Jeannie said. "Oh, yes, show me," the boy said, turned on to the game.
"Well, okay," Jeannie said. "You be Aunt Norma and I'll be the lady. You just lie down here like you're on a bed and I'm going to sit down on your belly, like this."
"Oh," Duane said, suddenly startled when he felt Jeannie's moist buttocks part and crush down against his abdomen. He had never felt anything like that before and he noticed, as she spread her legs wide to straddle him, that the intoxicating odor seemed to increase, to further inflame his desires. Behind Jeannie, Duane's big fat cock grew bigger and harder. It bounced hard against the crack of her ass and the touch of his dick against her flesh drove her forward with renewed vigor.
Deliberately she raised herself up to let Duane's prick slip under her buttocks and settled down onto it, grinding it between their bodies, feeling it in the crack of her ass, across her anus, across the moist, fragrant lips of her cunt, just touching her clitoris and poking out between their bellies, the head of it now peeled sharply clean of foreskin and sparkling with a coating of cum.
"Christ," Duane said, "did the chick do that to Aunt Denise?"
"No, silly," Jeannie said, "just relax and let me do it to you like I saw her do."
"God, Jeannie, it feels so good," Duane said, his cock throbbing and pulsating like it had never done before, even while being tightly clasped inside his flailing, fuck-flying fist, pounding up and down the long length of his hot hard cock.
"You haven't felt anything yet, Duane," Jeannie said, "If what I saw them do is any indication."
"What, Jeannie? Show me," the boy said, anxious to learn what balling was all about.
"Well," Jeannie said, "she started by rubbing her hands all over Norma's face and chest, like this... "
As she began demonstrating, the young boy began writhing in ecstasy, raising his hips, making his cock feel prominent to both of them.
Waves of gentle orgasms washed over Jeannie's love-starved body as the massage demonstration proceeded at high speed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Conchita Alvarez finished Norma Jean Winslow off in a flurry of fast cums, the movie star's frantic body vibrating through a string of orgasms that left her drained and weak, her cunt throbbing from her exertion.
Promising to be available for Norma Jean whenever she called, the hot woman slipped her dress on, grabbed her purse and left, to keep another appointment, though she didn't mention that to Norma.
Aline in the big bed, relaxed and all fucked out, Norma Jean sighed and let waves of lethargy flood throughout her body, teasing her muscle-worked limbs, her throbbing, pulsating clitoris and her puffy, well-frictioned cuntal lips.
Then, slowly, her energies began returning and she felt as if she might live after all. She was well aware of the fact that she had experienced one of the very best fucks of her entire life.
With her reawakening, her thoughts slowly turned back to the ordinary world, to her sister in the hospital and finally, to the children, somewhere around the house.
Now I wonder what they're into? she thought, slowly dragging herself out of the bed and pulling a robe around her shoulders.
Neither Duane or Jeannie were in their rooms so Norma Jean decided to try the patio or the yard. She was just leaving the patio and entering the pool yard when she thought she heard a peculiar noise coming from somewhere close at hand. She paused, listening.
Then she heard the peculiar noise again. It was coming from behind a tall clump of bushes along the back fence, separating the property from the house next door. Curious, she listened closer and determined that the noises could be the sounds of pain or agony. Turning toward them, she hastened over toward the bushes and crouched down, looking between the dense greenery. There was nothing to see, but the sounds were definitely louder.
"My God!" Norma Jean said, staring wide-eyed, her mouth gaping open at the incredible sight before her eyes.
Young Jeannie, as naked as the day she was born, was hovering over an equally naked fifteen-year-old Duane. Jeannie's legs were spread wide and her tight young pussy smacking against Duane's leg where his hairs were just forming, leaving a wet cum streak there along with the heady fragrance of a young girl cunt. In her hands she was holding the boy's virginal cock just in front of her face. Her mouth was opening and it was obvious that she was about to taste the boy's sweet cockhead.
As for Duane, completely oblivious of Norma Jean's presence, he seemed to exist in a glazed-over world of blurred vision and throbbing boyballs, his long hard cock, sleek and slim in all its untested loveliness, standing up from his fledgling nest of pure blond pubic hairs, the foreskin pulled way back down the column by Jeannie's hands to expose all of the boy's sweet, usually protected cockhead.
It was very beautiful, no denying that, in all its virginal glory, shining with a thin coating of moisture and a heady drop of pearly white precum just oozing out of the lips of his cockhead. The wide flaring ridge was shaped like an arrowhead and laid back streamlined fashion, just perfect for entry into any cunt and yet wide enough to scrape against the delicate pussy tissues, the fluttering clitoris, repeatedly, bringing about the ultimate in sexual satisfaction.
It was clear to Norma Jean that the boy's cock was absolutely perfect for fucking and him still a child with no knowledge of the act at all, no experience, no one to teach him properly.
"Jeannie!" Norma Jean screamed, suddenly, suddenly rushing through the bushes into the clearing and striking the girl hard across her face. "Don't you dare! Go to your room this instant, I'll deal with you later...
Right NOW! I said. GO!"
Startled, just then noticing her aunt, Jeannie gasped in shock and surprise. Then, as the tears started rolling down her cheeks, she released Duane's cock, letting it snap hard against his flat belly with an audible sound and began scurrying through the oleanders, dragging her clothes behind her.
Oh My God! Norma Jean thought. I've done it again. When will I ever learn? Must I always mistreat the sweet girl so? Why have I always rejected her?
The anguish, the guilt that was washing over her seemed to evaporate once again, as it always did, at the sight of something more desirable. In this case young little Duane, in all his fifteen-year-old horniness, the most glorious cock and balls in the world... the perfect deterrent for any desperate older woman, even his own flesh and blood aunt, though thoughts of incest somehow refused to enter Norma Jean's awareness and only her duty to her nephew, to her sister, seemed to be important at the moment.
"Oh, Duane," she said, "you don't know what you're getting into, what you were about to do with Jeannie." Norma Jean had always had problems saying... "with your sister" and she always changed it to use Jeannie's name instead.
"Huh?" the young boy said, his eyes still glazed over with run-away passion, his cock, just slightly shriveled, still long and hard and hot, atop his flat boy belly.
"You just can't do things like this, Duane," Norma Jean said. "Not until... later. Or until you know what you're doing. Why, Jeannie could get pregnant even and you wouldn't want that."
"Huh?" Duane said. "By me?"
"Of course by you, Duane," Norma Jean said. "Why, you're almost a man already... " then she looked at the size of his cock again and her pussy fluttered with anticipation.
"But never mind," she continued, "just come out of these bushes right away. I can't talk to you in here. I know, we'll go to my room, young man. There are a few things you need to know in a hurry, apparently."
"Yes, Aunt Norma," Duane said, reluctantly turning to crawl through the oleanders, his aunt following close behind him.
So close, in fact, that she could actually smell the fragrance of him. His buttocks were directly in front of her face and as the boy crawled, they flexed, alternately opening and closing and she could see into his sweaty ass crack, the tiny pucker of his anal ring, but it was below that, the mounding sac of his balls that bobbled freely, the long, heavy pendulum of his cock, that drew her full attention as it seemed to be the source of his delicious aroma, as his feverish sexual need radiated outwardly from his precious young virginal body.
Dragging his aroma deep into her lungs, she followed as close as she dared, actually touching his precious legs, feeling the hair that was just beginning to grow. Then in the yard, she again examined his cock as it slowly relaxed, losing some of the tumescence, the fat rigidity that told her he was ready for fucking.
"Come on, young man," she said, "into the house with you."
And, taking him by the hand, she walked with him through the patio and the kitchen and down the hallway to the master bedroom, out of the corner of her eyes, watching his cock bob and bounce with every step.
"You just come in here and sit down, Duane," she said, pushing the bedroom door wide open. "We've got some serious talking to do. It's evident that your parents have been sadly neglecting their duty to teach you about... about life."
"You mean sex and things like that, Auntie Norma?" Duane asked.
"Well, yes, Duane," she said, "that's exactly what I mean. Sit down here on the bed, dear, so we can be more comfortable. Yes, like that."
"Uh, maybe I should put some clothes on, huh?" he asked.
"Well, no, Duane," she said. "I've already seen your body, you know. There's no need to hide it from me any longer. But you will have to be more careful around Jeannie."
"You mean she didn't see it?" he asked, innocently.
"No, dear," Norma Jean said, "it isn't that. It's just that, well, to look at you when you're all... excited can also turn a young girl on and make her lose control."
"And make out?" he asked, looking deeply into his aunt's starkly blue eyes, finding them an almost perfect match for his own and being surprised about that.
"Yes, Duane," Norma said, "and it can be very bad if you're not ready for it, not prepared."
"Oh, I know," he said, "I already hurt so much I want to cry."
"Oh," she said, her concern suddenly changing into sympathy for his pains, real or imaginary. "Where? How does it hurt you, Duane?"
"Well," he said, suddenly hesitantly, "it hurts me down here. My... my cocks hurts awful, almost like it's going to just explode if I don't... if I don't... if something doesn't happen."
Oh, God, the dear sweet boy. He needs to cum in the worst way, but I'm his aunt, for God's sake. It's disgusting for me to be having these horrid thoughts about actually seducing him, my very own little nephew. Why, that's... that's incestuous even.
"See, just look at it, Auntie," little Duane said, innocently picking up his cock that was rapidly growing to fullness. Carefully he peeled the foreskin back off the cockhead until all of it was exposed, feverish and throbbing and visibly pulsating. His virginal precum was just oozing out of the sweet lips of his precious cockhead that glistened all over with a faint film of boyish desire. There was a heady aroma from it, too, radiating outward to attach Norma's nostrils, smelling of dried piss and flaky, caked up deposits beneath his cockhead, under the protective skin, an altogether attractive, intoxicating fragrance.
"See how it's all red and hot looking," he said. "That's where it hurts the most. Oh, Auntie Norma, if it doesn't... if I can't... Oh, God, it hurts me so much."
"Oh, you poor baby," Norma Jean said, leaning closer, her face right down over his virginal, naked crotch, his single-eyed cockhead staring her right in the eyes, beckoning to her, luring her on. "Maybe if I just... touch it, like this," and her fingers pushed his hands aside and took the shaft of his cock possessively, cuddling it warmly and protecting it, soothing it, stroking it gently, moving the surface flesh up and down over the steel-rigid fuck column of his inner cock core.
"Oh, Auntie," he said, "that feels sooo good, but it still hurts something fierce."
"Yes, dear," she said, "I know. Just relax and let me help you as best I can. You'll feel much better in just a moment."
Before either of them knew what was happening, Norma Jean moved closer yet, until her face was just over his sweet little boy cockhead and the fever heat of it penetrated her nose, along with his sexy smell. Then, abruptly, involuntarily, Duane jabbed his hips upward at the same moment Norma's lips parted slightly and much to their mutual relief, it was a direct hit.
Little Duane's huge cockhead slipped past his aunt's voracious lips and deep into her mouth, hard against her vibrating tongue. As the tangy tartness of his flavor registered in her mind, she found that her cheeks were already suctioned hard and flat against the super-sensitive surface of his glands and she was sucking his boy cock for all she was worth, using all the many years of experience at cocksucking to her very best advantage.
As far as Duane was concerned, he had never, even in his wildest dream, imagined anything quite so thrilling as the whirlwind that was bearing down on his loins, grinding away at his cockhead.
His hips flailed up and down in a frantic rhythm as his aunt's talented tongue tortured his cockhead, drilling deeply down into his pisshole and extracting from the foot of his prick, from his very balls, the virginal fluids she so eagerly desired.
Norma Jean twisted her head this way and that, sinking down on Duane's prick as far as she dared, for fear of actually choking to death, swirling around the knob of his prick furiously, gnawing at it, cleaning it, frictioning down on it tightly to increase his pleasure each time she made a swipe across the blood-filled, feverishly throbbing head of his cock.
Her fingers took his balls and cupped them gently as they drew up tight, close against the base of his prick and began kneading them possessively, gently massaging them, preparing them for the man's work that was yet to come, when the young boy finally grew up. Then, lost in her own realms of desire, Norma let one finger snake down even lower until it made contact with his asshole and slowly, swirling around and around, she forced it open just enough for the tip of her finger to ease up inside his anus. Then, massaging at his ass while she sucked his cock, she slowly continued pushing her finger up into the boy's bowels to the first knuckle, then the next, until all her finger was finally sunk solidly up inside him. She began massaging the base of his cock as her mouth tortured pleasantly the knob of it outside, but deep inside her feverish cock loving the woman's mouth.
The double-ended assault on the boy's fuck shaft was almost too much for him and he threw himself back on the bed, forcing his hips as high up as he could, sinking more and more of his fat cock shaft into her mouth and forcing more of her finger into his asshole, tight against his boy-like nut-shaped prostate. As he did so, the flood gates of his too-long held back orgasm opened wide, abruptly and his cum started flowing freely, gushing out from the spasming, twitching, gulping mouth of his cockhead, threatening to drown his aunt with cum.
The sweet, untouched flavor of it was so surprising to Norma Jean that she stopped sucking long enough to really taste it, to check out the stringy texture of the boy's youth, but the flood proceeded while she paused, gushing forth into her mouth in torrents until it forced its way out between her tight-clamped lips and the fat hard shaft of his boycock, dribbling out of her mouth and down her cheeks and lathering the gold satin sheets under his balls in a thick, stringy puddle.
Working as fast as she could, Norma Jean swallowed all the fresh cum she could gather up, loving the heat of it, the flavor, but most of all, knowing it was coming from little Duane's very own sweet cock, fountaining directly into her guzzling, cock-pleasuring throat.
Even long after the boy had stopped cumming and his cock had actually started shrinking in her mouth, the overly sensitive nerve endings turned to tortured pain from her repeated attention. She reluctantly released his cockshaft, pulling back off of it.
A think string of her spittle, mingled with his cum, stretched out from his cockhead to her mouth, keeping them still connected with that frail contact until it snapped, releasing the aunt from her nephew's cock, releasing the boy's feverish fuck flesh from her talented, mature attentions.
As she looked up into his face, she was completely oblivious to the strings of his cum streaked across her cheeks, chin and running over her neck. All she could see in his eyes was an expression of extreme contentment, of satisfaction and joy.
"Oh, my God!" Norma Jean said aloud, suddenly realizing just what she had actually done. It wasn't just a fantasy after all, it was the real thing. She hadn't imagined she was sucking her fifteen-year-old nephew's cock at all, she had actually been sucking on it all the while. She had actually brought him to an orgasm and eaten his cum. "Oh, my God! I'm so sorry, Duane. I had no right to... I never should have... I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"
"It was great, Auntie," he said. "And in just a little while maybe you can show me something else. I'd really like to learn how to... to... can I say it, auntie? How to... fuck? Will you teach me?"
"Oh, Duane, no!" she said. "You're all wrong with those thoughts, just as I was all wrong with what I just did. You must force yourself to forget it, to forgive it. Oh, God. We must never ever... do... try anything like this again. Duane, promise me you'll never speak of this to anyone, at any time."
"Oh, Auntie, I don't think there's anything wrong, and-"
"Duane," she interrupted him quickly, sharply, "you must believe me and we must never ever refer to this incident. Now, go to your room, I want to be alone."
"But, Aunt Norma-" he began again.
"No, I insist," she said, "go to your room and... and put on your clothes."
Confused, his emotions considerably mixed, young Duane did what his aunt ordered. Reluctantly he rose up from the big king-sized bed and walked across the big wide room to the door. He stopped there and turned around. The instant his aunt looked up and saw his fresh, innocent youthfulness, his full nudity, his heavy hanging cock and balls, she burst into tears and buried her face in her hands.
All young Duane knew was that he really enjoyed it, the cocksucking, especially the cumming part. At first he hadn't been too sure about her finger up his asshole, but when she started playing those tunes on the base of his cock, he had to gasp with surprise and delight, the feelings were just that good. The boy knew that anything that felt that good couldn't be bad. It was just that simple. Something in his aunt's make-up was at fault, it certainly couldn't be the fucking or the cocksucking.
Turning away from her, he went into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
In the silence of the corridor, shut off from his aunt's remorse and shame, isolated from her guilt and sin, the pleasure of the act returned to him full blown inside his feverish imagination and his cock throbbed with new life.
Just as suddenly, the thought of his sister flashed in his mind and the things they had almost been doing behind the oleanders and for some reason he couldn't wait to get to her and tell her all about the wonderful game his aunt had just taught him how to play.
Surely Jeannie would be more interested in balling than in crying and feeling sorry for herself, like his Aunt Norma, the boy reasoned.
Hurrying across the hallway, making sure he closed his own bedroom door, young Duane went in search of his beautiful sister, his cock already stretching and starting to come alive and demand attention.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jeannie had not only closed the door to her bedroom from the hallway, she had locked it and she hadn't done that in years, not since she had been a very little girl. There was something almost too harsh, too directly concerned with the way her aunt had slapped her face. No aunt had a right to slap her niece that way.
As she began thinking back over her past life, paying close attention to her memories of her aunt, Jeannie was sure she detected a definite tendency of Norma Jean's part to be overly harsh with the young girl and alternating that tendency with the lavish, almost unreasonable gift-giving on every birthday, every holiday, as far as Norma Jean and Jeannie was concerned.
She had slowly forced herself to relax and fight off the annoying frustration about her Aunt until it was mostly gone out of her thoughts. She wasn't at all annoyed about being discovered in the nude with her brother, or playing with him. After all, it was obvious to the girl that Norma Jean hadn't had any reluctance to play the game with the pretty little visitor.
When she heard Duane come into his room and close his door, she looked up through the open doors of the bathroom, seeing him standing there flushed and somehow excited, his cock all red and huge.
"Duane," she called. "Is anything wrong?"
"I'll say," the boy said, quickly moving through the bathroom to sit down on the bed beside his sister, pleased to see she hadn't dressed as she had been ordered to do by their aunt. "Just wait until I tell you what me and Aunt Norma did."
"She didn't hurt you, did she?" Jeannie asked, remembering the harshness of the slap she had received across her face.
"Oh no, nothing like that," Duane said. "In fact, just the opposite. She... she... well, Jeannie, you won't believe this, but she... she sucked me."
"She what?" Jeannie asked, disbelief clouding her face.
"She sucked me," Duane said. He pointed at his cock where the foreskin had just started gently rolling back, revealing the end of his dick, the sweet cock glowing moistily.
"I believe that's called a blow job, Duane," Jeannie said, calling on her more worldly knowledge.
"A blow job," Duane said, "Yeah, that's what she did. She not only blew on it, she sucked on it. and Jeannie, really, I'm not making this up, but she made me... she made me cum and she... she ate it for God's sake, Jeannie."
"She what?" Jeannie asked, incredulously, frowning at her brother.
"Really, honest truth," the little boy said. "She sucked on it until I came all over the place and she just ate it. She swallowed it all down and tried to get more of it."
"Oh, Duane," Jeannie said, suddenly excited, her little cunt throbbing and aching with a renewed desire. All of a sudden she could actually feel her brother's cock there, crossing her cunt lips from the outside and poking up between their bellies, as it had been doing out behind the oleanders and she ached to feel it there again, only differently somehow. Although Jeannie was a virgin, she knew a few things about fucking from the girls at school, locker room talk and she knew that the boy was supposed to actually put his cock up inside a girl's hole and wiggle it around. That was supposed to feel good for both of them and when he had his orgasm, shooting his cum up inside her, that's how babies were made sometimes.
Jeannie desperately wanted to be a good girl, almost as much as she wanted to really learn what sex was all about. There just had to be a way to do it without getting pregnant.
Perhaps that's what blow jobs were all about. Maybe the girl could have her pleasure that way too, much like Norma Jean had been doing.
'Tell me exactly what she did, Duane," she said, "I want to know how to do it right."
"Oh, Jeannie," Duane said, "she sure did that. It couldn't have possibly been any better."
"Well, damn it, tell me," Jeannie said. "How did she do it, when, where. You know, everything."
"She took me to her room from the pool yard, you know, after she had sent you inside," Duane began.
"We went into her room and closed the door and she started telling me how bad it was for you and me to play around like we were doing. Then I told her that it hurt me, here. My dick hurt so bad I thought it was going to blow up and I told her so.
Aunt Denise told me that that was pretty normal, that guy's cock always hurt when they were really frustrated and couldn't get the relief they needed. Their balls ache, she said, only it was my prick that hurt more than my balls."
"I'm sorry, Duane," Jeannie said, "I hope it wasn't me that made them hurt."
"Oh, no, Jeannie," he said, "they hurt real good, not bad, only sometimes it's hard to tell which is the good and which is the bad hurt. Believe me, if it's your balls, the hurt is bad. Well, anyway, when I told her that, she said that she could help if I'd just relax and she was going to... well, I guess she was going to massage my dick. Anyway, she took it in her hand and began touching it lightly all over, just like she was examining it and she was a doctor or something, or like she'd never seen one before in her whole life. And all the time she was doing that, she kept bending down over it, just making me so hot all over I couldn't stand it."
"Yes, yes, go on, Duane," Jeannie said, the lips of her sweet little cunt parting slightly with her own moisture and puffing up. Deep inside her belly the muscles contracted and pulled taut, signaling the start of her passionate desire.
"Well, the first thing I knew, I just wiggled my hips up at her. I didn't really mean anything by it, I just did it for some reason. But when I did, she opened her mouth and just took part of it inside. I swear, Jeannie, it felt so good I thought I'd shit right there on the bed."
"How did it feel, tell me, Duane," Jeannie said, growing more anxious and more horny by the passing moment.
"Great, just great," the young boy said. Unconsciously he was holding the shaft of his cock, gently peeling back the foreskin down along the shaft and letting it grow longer, stretching out more and firming up, trapping the foreskin down the length of the column as the cockhead blossomed out to full bloom, the flaring coronal ridge taking shape and becoming rigid as the glistening cockhead filled with hot little boy blood and began pulsating with his excited heartbeat.
"She sucked on it and her tongue wiggled all around it, even poking down into my hole. and Jeannie, she kept swallowing just like she was eating an ice cream cone that tasted better than anything to her."
"Oh, no, Jeannie," Duane said quickly, "You're just right the way you are. You're so pretty, your body and all. You know I love you."
"And I love you too, Duane," Jeannie said, "only this is different. I don't really wish I had a cock, just sometimes, like now, listening to you."
"Maybe it feels just as good to Aunt Norma to suck on it as it felt to me to have her sucking it," Duane said.
"Of course," Jeannie said, "that had to be it, Duane. Otherwise she wouldn't do it, do you think?"
"I don't know," he said. "I never much thought about cocksucking one way or the other, until today and it was real special indeed. I think I'll spend some time thinking about it from now on, that's for sure."
"Maybe, do you think, Duane," Jeannie began, very hesitantly, "that you and me might try it."
"Try what, Jeannie?" the young boy asked.
"You know, it," Jeannie said. "What Aunt Norma did. I can pretend to be Aunt Norma and you can pretend to be you, then, in the other bedroom."
"Oh," Duane said, suddenly understanding his sister. "You mean you want to suck my cock too."
"Well, yes," Jeannie said, "only I'd rather think of it as playing a game, if you don't mind, just in case it doesn't turn out good or something, or if I don't like it."
"Or if you don't do it right," Duane added.
"I guess," she said. "What do you think? Shall we?"
"Now, you mean?" he asked, his hand now closing into a fist and surrounding his fat hard cockshaft, slowly moving up and down the length of it, fist fucking unconsciously. "Here? Just like this? You're going to suck my cock?"
"Oh, Duane," she said, "don't you have any imagination? Can't we pretend a little. We were doing all right out in the secret place behind the oleanders weren't we?"
"Well, yes, but that was different," Duane said, "because I didn't know about cocksucking then."
"And neither did I, smarty," Jeannie said.
"Well, okay," Duane said, "if you want to play sucking my dick, it's all right with me. I don't mind. Especially if it feels as good as when she did it."
"Okay, now you stop calling me Jeannie," she said. "I'm your Aunt Norma and I'm going to do everything she did, just the same way, all right?"
"Okay, go ahead," he said, "only you be careful. Don't bite my dick or anything and do just what I tell you she did."
"Yes, Duane," Jeannie said. "Now tell your Aunt Norma where it hurts."
"Well, first I told her how it hurt me and asked her to look at it and she did, real close, checking it out like she had a microscope in her eyes or something. Then she called me a poor baby and said that if she touched it gently, it would feel better."
"You mean like this, Duane?" Jeannie asked, taking the cock out of his hands and pushing his clinched fist aside as she squeezed and examined his cock shaft, testing the rigidity and becoming amazed at the strength of it.
"Yeah, like that, almost," he said, "and I told her it still hurt and she bent over and smelled it, sniffing and breathing on my cockhead and my pubic hair, making them wiggle around and tickle me.
"Okay, I'll try," Jeannie said, bending down and sniffing loudly, pulling Duane's unwashed, just sucked aroma into her nostrils, the scent of his fresh cum and their aunt's spittle teasing her nostrils and exciting her.
Her tongue snaked out between her lips and slipped from side to side, moistening them and making them glisten and before she had a chance to close them, before she had a chance to notice what was happening, Duane sank his cock inside her mouth.
And it was almost as if his Aunt Norma Jean had started sucking his cockhead again, it was that dear, that sweet, that intense. Although young Jeannie had never even thought of taking a man-sized cock into her mouth before and sucking on it, she was shaping up to be a natural born cocksucker. Her cheeks grew tight against his glands, surrounding it and trapping it tightly inside, her lips clamping shut below his cocktip and obviously was determined to keep his dick inside her mouth forever.
The taste of his knob seemed to drive her wild and she twisted around in front of him, without releasing the grip on his cockhead and settled down on the floor between his feet, working right down on top of his cockhead, sinking more and more of his feverish cock shaft into her mouth. And all the while her pussy was thumping and drooling. She wasn't aware of how she squirmed around until she was straddling his foot and grinding her sweet little clit hard against his light blond leg hairs and driving herself over the orgasm plateau.
His cock knob, deep inside her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat, had never felt better, not for minutes at any rate and he was determined to make this one really special, something to shout out loud about.
That was when Jeannie's tongue twisted up into a sharp point and began drilling relentlessly into his piss hole, trying to force it out wider, making it flare and stretch until she could fuck her tongue down inside it, like her tongue itself was a cock and his piss hole was a cunt. She sucked wildly, furiously, her spittle slurping loudly in the silence of the room and running down his cockshaft to later beneath his balls and run down the crack of his ass to the sheets, making them damp.
"Oh, yeah, Auntie Norma," Duane said, transported into the game himself, "now just twist around from side to side and work your mouth up and down on it. I think it had something to do with the friction and with moving down on it from different angles. Yes, just like that! Oh, God! Just like that, don't ever stop, you beautiful aunt you."
"Oh, God, just like that," Duane said, "Only now, Auntie Norma, you take my balls in your hand and squeeze them, only not too hard and force them up against the base of my dick until they want to stay there all by themselves."
"Like this," Jeannie mumbled, talking around the big fat cock stuck into her mouth.
"Yeah, just like that," he said, "and now you let your long finger curl around my asshole. Really, that's what you do, Auntie Norma and you stretch it wide and you finger it up good, get it all slick and wet with your spit that's running across it and you just stick your finger up inside me as far as you can reach."
He braced himself for the hot assault upon his bung hole and was pleasantly surprised when it didn't happen the way he expected it to at all. Instead, Jeannie was as delicate and careful with his anus as if it had been her very own. She caressed it gently, searching, until the tip of her little finger just slipped inside the fiery warmth of his bowels and was startled at the feel of him, of his tight clasping sphincter and slick-walled asshole.
"Oh, God," Duane said, sighing, gasping, drawing in huge gasps of air, "that's just right, only now you've got to twist it around the other way, turn it over, Aunt Norma, yes, like that and feel around until you find the root of my dick. There's a button there that you press against and stroke, like you're bobbing your head. It's exactly like you're fucking me from both ends of my cock, Jeannie... oops, I mean Aunt Norma."
"Jesus Christ, yes!" she yelled.
"Oh, God, Oh, God! Yes, that's it! Don't ever stop, Aunt Denise, don't ever stop. Oh, Shit! Suck my cock. Oh, Christ! I'M NEARLY THERE, JEANNIE. I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK. OH, SHIT! I'M GOING TO CUM! IT'S THERE! NOW!!! CHRIST, I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
His second orgasm within the hour wasn't nearly as good as his first, but it was just as sweet and just as tasty.
The pearly white fuck fluid jetted out of the head of his cock to wash over the back of Jeannie's throat, trickling directly down into her stomach.
Jeannie wasn't sure, at first, how she should react to the abrupt sensation. Somehow she figured there should be something bad or dirty associated with the function. And that it was not a desirable thing to swallow the protein her brother was shooting directly into her mouth.
But it did taste good to her and it was his own sweet fluid, the fruit of his loins, so how could it be bad? And since it didn't make much sense to her to waste his goodness, she swallowed, gulping his jism down in stringy swallow after hot stringy swallow, long after his semen had stopped flowing. His cockhead had relaxed, growing less tense, less full and firm within her tight-clasped jaws, her perfect teeth playing gently over the super-sensitive coronal ridge of her brother's little cockhead.
Some of his semen escaped her lips to streak down over her chin and run over her ticklish neck.
For some reason, she was still reluctant to release his cockhead from her warm, snug, suctioning harbor, then she figured out it was because she wasn't through cumming herself. There was a large shiny spot on Duane's ankle where her pussy juice had mingled with his sweat. Her cuntal mouth was still wide open, kissing his leg, her sweet little clit as extended and sensitive as it ever would be in her entire life, scraping relentlessly against his leg.
Sucking on his fucked-out cockhead, pleasantly torturing it with some genuine pain, Jeannie hunched her hips repeatedly against his ankle, riding the crest of the waves of her orgasm that flushed throughout her loins like hot lava.
"Oh, Christ," Duane said, "I can't sand much more, Jeannie, it's beginning to hurt a little, real hurt. I'm so sensitive there now, the head of my cock, that I can't handle much more sucking now. Maybe you better just... take your mouth off of it for a bit, please, Jeannie. Oh, God, stop sucking on my cock! Christ!"
Jeannie heard him, vaguely through the roaring ocean that was her orgasm, the billowing, frothing foam crested waves of her cum that seemed to be rolling over the both of them, obliterating everything in the world except his cock, deep inside her mouth and her clit, passionately cemented to the searing flesh of his leg. When she registered the meaning of his words, she stopped sucking on his cock and relaxed her jaws, but kept his dickhead trapped inside the warmth as it relaxed along with her spasming cunny, flexing and wiggling and vibrating.
And slowly his cockhead shrank inside her mouth until it pulled free, spit slick and cum streaked, to slop against his thigh.
"Jesus Christ, Jeannie," Duane said, "that's the damnedest thing I ever felt in my whole life."
Smiling at him, his cum streaked across her face, Jeannie licked at some of it, swallowing it. "Yeah," she said, "and it tastes good, too."
They both laughed and he helped her to her feet and side by side, they fell back onto her bed, tired, gasping for breath, their muscles, their groins, his cock and balls, her cunt and clit, feverishly raw and rough feeling, slowly relaxing, bathed in the warmth of pleasure and the afterglow of sharing.
CHAPTER SIX
Alone in his bed, following a relaxing shower that seemed to put some little life back into his well-fucked muscles, fifteen-year-old Duane Mack Fredericks began reliving the cocksucking sessions he had had the evening before. First his talented movie star aunt had shown him what cocksucking was all about as her talent took over her emotions and she went down on the boy with a vengeance.
The way his aunt had sucked on his cock had almost blown the boy's mind, but not entirely. What it did, really, was to excite him so much his healthy young dick couldn't even go down to what passed for a rather large normal size for the youth. Then, when he began telling his sister Jeannie all about what their aunt had down to his cock, Jeannie just had to try it out for herself, to see if it was as exciting to her as it had been to little Duane.
However exciting it was for both of them, they got off their separate ways, with Duane shooting his second heavy load of cum straight into his sister's mouth and with Jeannie's clit humping against his muscular leg getting her off on a series of rapid-fire orgasms.
When he got up in the morning, even after he rushed into the kitchen to see what Consuelo had prepared for the family's breakfast, gulping down the easy-overs with about a quart of freshly squeezed orange juice and a half a pound of bacon, little Duane was so horny he couldn't sit still.
The images of his fantastically beautiful movie star aunt, her mouth wide and surrounding the head of his thumping cock, sucking on it for all she was worth, swirled around and around in his mind and he knew that absolutely nothing, whatever her remorse and guilty qualms might be, could keep him from more and more hard-cocked sex. Once she had opened his cum flood gates, nothing could restrain the outpourings of his fuck fluids. The only thing that was left for the young boy to do was to persuade his aunt to teach him all the rest, the very special techniques that could turn him into a champion class fucker, no mean ambition for a fifteen-year-old, overly hung boystud.
Norma Jean Winslow had suffered the tortures of the damned for most of the night, even after convincing herself that incest wasn't all that bad, after all. It had been sort of spontaneous anyway, not as if she had deliberately planned to seduce her innocent little nephew into a bed of sin and damnation.
Consuelo brought her a tray, just a pot of coffee and some slices of whole wheat toast to eat in her room, as she wasn't sure she was ready to face either the day or the children yet. Certainly her shower helped, as did slipping into her yellow silk lounging pajamas that accentuated her blue eyes and complimented her platinum hair. Only then did she feel strong enough to think about leaving the bedroom.
Had she known what was in store for her for the day, she wouldn't have put so much mental energy into it, because young Duane had his own plans and with the boundless energy of the very young and the very horny, he was preparing to overwhelm his ageless aunt.
Norma Jean heard a gentle rapping on the door and thought it was Consuelo, coming to clean up the breakfast tray.
"Come in," Norma called out, her voice theatrical and cheery.
Duane popped through the door quickly, closing it and turning the lock switch behind his back. "Good morning, Auntie Norma," he said, his voice syrupy sweet.
"Oh, Duane," she said, "I was expecting Consuelo."
"I know," he answered, "I told her not to bother, that I'd bring your tray to the kitchen."
"Oh," she said, lapsing into silent contemplation as she stared at the boy. It seemed as if he was deliberately trying to taunt her with the shame of the previous evening and with the incredible size of his boyish genitalia, because he had gone out of his way to select the tightest pair of pants he had that he could still squeeze into. He had already outgrown them by years, it seemed, just looking at the Bermuda shorts that cupped his fine young crotch like a second skin. His strong feet were bare and only a thin pullover covered his sweet young chest. Without being asked, Duane crossed the heavy carpeted floor silently and threw his arms around his aunt, giving her a big juicy child's kiss right on the lips, almost overwhelming his aunt with his burgeoning strength and youthful affection.
"Oh, Norma... Aunt Norma," he said, "I love you so very much. Yesterday was the most wonderful day of my whole life and I can't ever thank you enough for what you did for me, for the way you sucked my... my cock."
Although he broke the kiss, he still pressed himself tight against his aunt, deliberately moving so his chest pushed against her tits and almost shoved her back on the bed, where she was seated on the edge of it. His little hand, innocently and without apparent aim, came to rest gently on her leg, high above her knee and he felt the sensuous fabric of the yellow silk pajamas.
"Now, Duane," Norma Jean said, "you've got to be careful with your kisses, with the way you touch... girls. You're just too masculine for your own good, it seems. Why, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me. It's wrong, I tell you, Duane, wrong."
"Me?" he asked, incredulously. "But, Aunt Norma, I don't even know anything about seducing, or what to do after that even. And if you don't show me, how'm I ever going to learn what it is I'm not supposed to do."
His hand that had moved higher on her thigh felt damned good, as did the way his chest was pushing into her breast, causing the nipple to throb and firm up. His other hand, the one that had snaked around her shoulder, hugging her, pulling her close against his thin young body until she could smell the fresh fuckable smell of him, seemed to set her senses on fire and she was sure she could feel warmth swirling through the deep dark recesses of her well-fucked cunny as the mouth of it slowly flexed, the lips becoming slightly swollen and moist.
"No, Duane, really," she said. "You're much too young for things like this, like... like having sex."
"I know I'm young, Auntie," the boy said, "but I'm pretty big already, for fifteen. Why, I bet I'm as big as some men already. Maybe I'm more grown up in the head, too and not just in the body. See, look at me, how excited I am already. My cock's starting to hurt, just being here with you, my balls twist and ache so bad. Does this look like I'm too young, Auntie?" As he said it, he took his hand off her thigh letting it grow suddenly cold as it lost the contact with his sweet young flesh and then he outlined the shape of his cock, long and hard already and pushing at the restraining fabric.
"God!" Norma Jean said, looking down at the boy's stretching, erecting, throbbing cock, almost hypnotized with fascination.
"Now, just watch, Auntie," he said, "and I'm going to take it out. It hurts too much in my Bermuda's and I need more room for it."
Like a snake charmer playing his flute while the sensuous cobra eased its way out of the basket, young Duane slowly unzipped his too tight pants, fingering down inside his stark blond pubic hair to pull, tugging, at his sex flesh until, finally, the entire length of his erecting cock had been pulled free of the fly, along with his crinkly fleshed, almost hairless ball sac.
Still while she watched, Duane peeled back the rest of his foreskin and like a cobra's head puffing out, the moist, glistening head of his boy cock did the same, flaring out until his sleek, streamlined ridge stood out sharply above the rigid shaft of his cock, capping it like an arrowhead with a single mouth at the end that twitched, flexing, as pearly white precum slowly formed before Norma's eyes.
"See, Aunt Norma," he said, "just look at it. Does this cock look like I'm too young? It sure hurts like I'm big enough. You've just gotta, Norma. You have. I'll die if you don't teach me how to... to fuck! There, I've finally said it and I'm proud. Yes, Aunt Norma, you've got to teach me how to fuck. I want to fuck!"
"Duane, oh, Duane," Norma Jean said, feeling the nagging threat of remorse deep within her soul and fighting against it, casting it aside and submerging it again as her surrendering flesh took command of her will, of her body, of her spasming, snapping cunt. "Hurry, dear and get out of your clothes. I want you completely naked when I... I show you how to please a woman."
"Oh, yes, yes, Norma," he said, quickly standing up beside the bed and tugging at his tight pants, peeling them down his hips and thighs. As he did so, his proud young cock seemed to snap to further attention, rising sharply and rigidly up against his flat little belly like a steel door latch, surrounded by the smoothest, most flawless flesh possible. Without any additional encouragement, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, standing proudly naked and sexually aroused in front of his aunt. For a moment she would have sworn that even his nostrils were flaring and that he was snorting like a stud horse in heat.
"Now, dear," Norma Jean began, "you've got to learn to be gentle with your... lover, whoever she might be and not rush into anything however much your cock hurts. Actually, the longer you hold back, the greater your pleasure will ultimately be."
"Oh, Norma," he said, "I'll try, really I will, all you have to do is tell me and I'll do it over and over until I get it right."
His words were like a siren's song to her ears and she clutched her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her silky pajamas.
"Now, Duane," she said, "the first thing you have to do is undress your lover. Make a production of it and each time you take something off, admire and caress the flesh you've just uncovered, like it's the first time you've ever seen it and it's the most delicious looking thing you've ever seen."
The youngster moved closer and hesitantly, as if he was afraid he might rip the delicate fabric off her body, he began unbuttoning the pajama top, finally pushing the sides of it back and revealing her uptilted, passion heaving tits. As he released the fabric, it slid silently off her back all by itself. He gasped as he let his hands surround her breasts, the pointy nipples digging into his palms as Norma Jean began sighing, humming inaudibly.
"Yes, Duane, squeeze them gently just that way," she said. "And now, you kiss them, suck on them gently, nibble at them. Yes! Yes! Oh, God, just like that, Duane. Now the other one, lick it! Suck! Oh, Christ, that feels so good."
Finally, after what seemed like hours of his cockhead throbbing and digging into his belly, he pulled his lips free of Norma Jean's nipples, looking down at the suctioned red flesh, the streaks of his spittle, then burying his face against the waistband of the pajamas.
Gently she pulled his head up off her belly. "Now, dear," she said, "you take off the bottoms."
There was a draw-string, he discovered, holding the baggy harem type pants around her waist and he gently untied the bow and as she raised her buttocks off of the bed, pulled them down to her knees, letting them fall off her feet all by themself. and looking down, the platinum blonde patch of her pussy hair, the puffy, wet cuntal lips were clearly open to him.
"Just touch it dear," she said, "and get to know the feel of it with your hands. Yes, like that, open palmed, now press harder. Yes, oh, God. I love it."
"Now, Duane, get down on your knees between my legs and sit down on the floor. Yes, good, only move a little closer. Now, use both hands one on each side and pry the lips of my pussy apart. Yes, see how the inner flesh unfolds. Now this little thing here, this is my clitoris, remember that, dear, because it's the thing that feels the best to me. Now, see here, how the hole seems to open up, just eagerly waiting for you. Look at all the pretty pink pussy flesh, Duane. You can never know enough about what a woman's cunt looks like, or how it's built, or how to pleasure her, so look at it real close."
As she said the words, she flexed her inner muscles causing the rippling cuntal walls to roll provocatively while the boy watched, the gaping maw of her vagina flexed and snapped repeatedly, squeezing tightly around an imaginary cock and her clitoris seemed to elongate slightly and peek further out of its hood-like nesting place.
Duane had never imagined anything quite so fascinating as a cunt and he had never imagined looking at one so closely, or that it would be incredibly fascinating or that it would cause his cock to grow even harder, even longer and throb like a toothache, only good, not bad.
"Now, Duane," Norma Jean said, "move just a bit closer. You'll find that there's a special characteristic odor of a woman's pussy, a fragrance that's like a narcotic to a man, drawing him to it forever. Yes, smell my cunt, Duane. Yes, just that way, deeper, more, hold it in your lungs and savor it, Duane. The smell of a cunt has to be like the sweetest perfume to you, all your life. There's nothing bad or offensive about it, however peculiar it seems from time to time. Love it, Duane, love that cunt smell."
It was hypnotic to the young boy, both the aroma that wafted out from her parted pussy lips and the monotone of her crooning instructions. Together they wove a web of total desire around the sweet young boy, holding his gaze, his nose, trapped in the aura of her juicy pussy.
"Now, Duane and this is very important," Norma Jean began, "you've got to learn just how to turn the woman on so she'll want to make love to you as much as you want to make love to her. The way you do this is you lick her clit. Go ahead, Duane, lick it. Don't be afraid, you can see it, my clitoris is here, waiting for you, just stick out your tongue and lick it. Didn't you like it when I sucked your cock? Well, it's just the same for me, I like it when you suck... JESUS! Oh, God! Duane, that's it, dear... Yes, take all of it into your mouth and suck it. OH, SHIT! You're a natural born cunt eater if I ever saw one, Duane. CHRIST, EAT MY CUNT, BABY!!! Yes, just that way, now roll your face around in the whole tiling, dig down into the fuck hole. God, Duane, your tongue's driving me crazy, your nose even, digging down into my pussy."
"Yes, swallow it all, the taste of it, get to know what a cunt tastes like along with the smell of it. OH, SHIT! DUANE, don't stop. Don't stop. I'm about to cum, deaf. Oh, God! OOHHH!!!! SHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!! I'MMMM CCCCUUUUMM-MMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!
Oblivious to her sounds, young Duane was lost in his own realm of fantasy wherein he was swimming through an enormous cunt and he was all cock from his head to his toes and he loved it. He never wanted to get out of her cunt as long as he lived.
In the throes of her orgasm, Norma Jean's smooth movie star thighs had closed tightly against the sides of little Duane's boyish head. Her hands had locked themselves behind his head, intertwined within his blond hair and she was pulling his face into her pussy, grinding it tighter into her spasming, flexing, cuntal mouth as her cum ripped through her loins like wildfire ravaging a drought-browned countryside.
Duane was gasping for breath but he didn't care if he drowned inside her pretty pink pussy, so heady was the aroma that filled his nostrils, so heady was the copious flavor of her juiciness as it trickled over his palate and made his balls draw up tight against the thumping root of his boycock and rolled up into a ball deep inside his belly, her cunt flavor mingling with his hot desire in his loins around the base of his cock and making him ache with a need he had never before experienced, but a need that he wanted to go on and on forever, as long as he could keep his cock extended and hard.
It was cum heaven for them both. His first cunt eating experience was the very best cunt eating she had ever had and neither of them wanted it to end...
All the while she had been at the big fancy house up on Mount Helix, there was a vague nagging thought working at Conchita Alvarez' mind, something to do with the spectacularly beautiful woman who was in such desperate need to get off, to have an orgasm, to cum until her cunt couldn't flutter any longer.
Even after she left and went to service several other clients during the afternoon and the night, there was something haunting about that face, those deep blue eyes, that incredible platinum blonde hair.
Now, the morning's chores behind her, Conchita walked through her massage parlor preparing to leave for her first outcall of the day.
That's when she saw it, the current issue of People magazine in her waiting room.
My God, it's her, Conchita thought, quickly grabbing up the magazine and looking at the glamorous photograph on the cover. Of course, no wonder she looked familiar. Jesus Christ, I balled Denise De'Amour yesterday. And only for a lousy two hundred bucks. Shit! She could've paid twice that for my special clit bump-off.
Quickly Conchita arranged for her second in command, Barbara, Osterman, to take over her duties for the morning, to service her clients and began plotting how to get back to Denise De'Amour and how to get more money out of her. It wasn't exactly blackmail she had in mind, but something more like a repeat session with the movie star. After all, it had been pretty special for Conchita too, only for a much higher price, something more in keeping with the star's status and Conchita's capabilities.
Finally she decided that the direct approach was the best approach. She would simply go right back out to the mansion on Mount Helix and if necessary, seduce Denise. After all, she had never had much trouble getting any woman in bed before.
Yes, Conchita decided, she would have no trouble getting Denise De'Amour back in bed for a second clit-grinding, multi-cummed fuck session. She jumped into her car and left downtown San Diego, heading toward the rich suburbs and the mountain top view estate.
When she parked in the driveway Conchita wondered if there might be a problem just getting inside the house. After all, she had been expected the day before. She could always say she lost something in the bedroom, yes, that was it. She jumped out of her car and slowly circled it, lost in her thoughts, planning the script she would follow once she confronted Denise.
Sounds broke into her thoughts. Moans and groans and screeches of agony. Or ecstasy! They seemed to be coming from the big double windows quite near where she was parked. Curious, Conchita crossed the few feet of lawn and ducked down between some flowering geraniums and listened closely.
There was no problem identifying the sounds that came from the same bedroom she had been in before. Someone was fucking and getting off royally. Conchita eased closer to the window and peeked through the glass, right through a gap in the filmy lace curtains and she couldn't believe what she saw. There was a little boy, no more than fifteen, surely, seated on the floor between Denise's wide spread legs. Conchita could almost see past his head and right into her pretty pink pussy as the boy relentlessly ate her cunt out. She could hear quite well, too, as Denise's litany of passion rolled out of her mouth.
"... Didn't you like it when I sucked your cock? Well, it's just the same for me, I like it when you suck... JESUS! Oh, God! Duane, that's it, dear... Yes, take all of it into your mouth and suck it. OH, SHIT! You're a natural born muff diver if I ever saw one, Duane. CHRIST, EAT MY CUNT, BABY!!! Yes, just that way, now roll your face around in the whole thing, dig down into the fuck hole. God, Duane, your tongue's driving me crazy, your nose even, digging down into my pussy... " Conchita's cunt began spasming involuntarily as she watched the little boy eating Denise's pussy out so royally. She hardly even noticed that her hand reached beneath her short skirt and into the top of her low-rise purple bikini panties to stroke her pussy, pulling her elongating clitoris out of her cuntal mouth and stroking it feverishly. Almost instantly her juices started flowing and her cuntal lips puffed up in desire along with her clitoris as the finger fucking, big clit stroking actions got to her. She hunched her hips and parted her legs, making room for her flailing hand, as she watched and listened the exciting spectacle before her.
"Yes, swallow it all," Denise was saying, "the taste of it, get to know what a cunt tastes like along with the smell of it. OH, SHIT! DUANE, don't stop. Don't stop. I'm about to cum, dear. Oh, God. OH! OH! OOHHH!!!!
I'MMMM CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jeannie had gone for an early morning swim. It was nice out back beside the pool, alone, with the hot morning sunrise bathing Mount Helix in a blanket of comfort, besides, Jeannie wanted to be alone for a while, to think about how she had felt when she sucked her little brother's cock the night before. It had been fantastic, the control she had over him and just by taking the head of his fat boycock into her mouth and sucking on it. He would have done absolutely anything she asked, even after his cum started jetting out of it right into her mouth, running down her chin and her throat straight into her stomach.
For a sheltered seventeen-year-old, young Jeannie's sexual education had surely begun accelerating it seemed, with the arrival of her Aunt Norma. First Jeannie had observed that beautiful Mexican girl and her aunt balling, frantically going at each other's cunts and rubbing their clits together furiously while they had one orgasm after another.
Of course, she had always known what boys look like, having grown up with no restrictions regarding nudity as far as their family was concerned. She even knew exactly what her father's cock looked like, in all its enormous glory. She had spent some time observing Big Mack's big dick and balls gliding effortlessly through the water.
And Duane, why she knew his body almost as well as she knew her own, only that was just natural, like growing up and had nothing at all to do with sex. At least until now. She had started something behind the oleanders at the back fence, naked and rolling around on top of him, crushing his erect cock between their bellies and feeling the hefty meat of it pushing against her cuntal mouth.
Only her aunt had to discover them and break up their game before it really got started and all they were doing was repeating what Jeannie had seen Norma and the lady doing in the big bedroom. With that thought the harshness of Norma Jean's treatment of young Jeannie returned to her mind, along with the feeling of her hand striking her abruptly across the face.
The real capper had come, of course, after Norma Jean had sucked Duane's cock and the happy youngster had come to share the sensational secret with his constant companion, his only sister.
It was only natural that they would play that game, too and Jeannie would pretend to be her puzzling aunt, the famous movie star and Duane would pretend to be himself, with a hard-on and he would teach Jeannie how to suck cock like a genuine Oscar-winning professional cocksucker. All sex talent was natural to both of the Fredericks' children, all they had to do was put their minds to it and the cum would just start flowing in huge hot helpings.
Jeannie had spent most of the morning beside the pool, reliving the excitement of her first taste of little Duane's big cock, of her first taste of any man's cock for that matter, however large or small and how sweet his cum had been, along with the thrill of actually having it happen right in her mouth, her swallowing throat. Part of the time was in reflecting over the continuing puzzle about Norma Jean and her reactions to Jeannie, but by far the bulk of the time had been spent in sexy thoughts.
Gliding through the water, swimming underwater, her legs scissoring frog-like and making her cuntal mouth gape open and snap shut, open and close, had done nothing to placate her growing desire and the throbbing ache that was an unidentified need deep inside her pussy was awakening with pulsating insistence.
Jeannie swam to the side of the pool and crawled up onto the decking, stretching sensuously and shaking as much of the water off her dark brown hair, her supple teenaged body as she could. She began jogging around the pool, running all the way around it several times, stretching out long legged like a supple cat and firming up her belly muscles, her waistline, running in place and feeling the way her lush breasts bounced up and down, pulling at her shoulders with the downward bounce as if they were meaty orbs of sensuality.
Jeannie was standing near the front of the pool yard, just inside the solid brick wall that hid her nakedness from any possible viewer, when she thought she heard a car stop in the driveway outside. It was so unusual for anyone to be driving up there at that early hour and she knew that no one was expected. Curious, she grabbed up her terry cloth robe and slipped into it, brushing her long still damp hair to the side and walked quickly toward the large front gate.
She stepped opened the gate and went out into the driveway, noticing the strange car parked there, certainly it didn't belong to anyone she knew and there was no one there either. Maybe they went into the house, she thought, then she heard the really funny noises coming out of her parents' bedroom and saw the fantastic little massage lady standing there, partially hidden by the flowering shrubs, looking into the window and...
My God, it looks like she's masturbating, Jeannie thought, noticing the bent-kneed, hunched over position of the black-haired girl and the way her hand, up under her dress, seemed to be stroking something, possibly her elongated oversized clitoris and her fingers slipping in and out of her slippery, cum-lathering cuntal mouth.
Walking silently, creeping up behind the finger-fucking spitfire, Jeannie looked over her shoulder into her mother's master bedroom window and her cunt seemed to explode at the same time, because she was totally unprepared for the sensuous, sexy display of wanton desire going on right before her young green eyes.
First, there was Duane, his beautiful ass turned to her, but she would recognize that shape anywhere. He was sitting down flat on the carpet and turned sideways and Jeannie could see the precious head of his boycock, fully engorged and pulsating pinkly where it stuck up from his blond-haired crotch, twitching uselessly in the air.
But it was what young Duane was doing with his face that brought out the best in her. Even though he was turned away from Jeannie, she was positive that he had his face buried deeply in his aunt's cunny and was apparently eating at her very flesh, laving it with his tongue and tantalizing her hot little clitty.
Jeannie's knees went suddenly weak and she thought she might faint from shock and from unsatisfied desire, listening to the wild litany of her aunt, calling out to her little brother.
"Oh, eat my cunt, Duane," Norma Jean said, loud enough for Jeannie and Conchita to hear, "Oh, Shit! I'm going to cum again. Don't stop, Duane, whatever you do, here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!! I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG AGAINNNNN!!!! OH, SHIT, AGGGAAAIIINNN!!!!"
Jeannie's hands reached out and surrounded Conchita, hugging her body close to her, Jeannie's hips butting solidly up against the Mexican's buttocks, her hand slipping along Conchita's arm until, beneath her dress, her fingers made contact with the huge clitoris she had been stroking.
The contact of hot flesh, so unexpected and so welcome, sent Conchita over the plateau of pleasure and her orgasm washed her cunny out with fresh hot cum as her cuntal mouth spasmed again and again against Jeannie's sweetly flexing fingers, sliding freely on her moist lubrication.
"Who, who are you?" Conchita managed to say, looking back in shock.
"I'm Jeannie and I live here," she said, hugging the Mexican closer, tighter. "There, there, isn't it good. Oh, God, I ache so much, you've got to get me off now, only not here, not like this in the bushes, in my room. Quick, come with me... "
Without waiting for Conchita to answer, Jeannie released the woman's clit and pulled her fingers out of her gaping cuntal mouth, hurrying back through the pool yard gate and into the back of the house, Conchita following right behind her, padding quietly down the corridor.
Once inside the security of her room, Jeannie hastily dropped her terrycloth robe and fell backward on her bed, her arms and legs spreading wide, her sweet little teenaged cunt glistening moistly and demanding attention.
Rarely did Conchita have the opportunity to even see a cunt so fresh and virginal as Jeannie's, much less actually be invited to partake of such forbidden jailbait. The RSVP couldn't be denied, so Conchita pulled her quick-strip routine and as naked as Jeannie, dived on top of the girl making the bed squeak and the mattress shake from side to side.
As their mouths closed on each other in their first frantic kiss, their arms locked tight around the other's neck. Squirming just a bit, Jeannie opened her legs wide enough to make room for Conchita.
Clutching at the girl's back, Jeannie writhed through a cum like she had never known before and even at that in the arms of another woman. She had had no single, thought that a cunt-to-cunt kiss, with or without the added attraction of a clitoris, slicing cleanly inside her cunt hole, could be exciting enough to bring her off, to make her cum, without even spending a whole minute at their fucking.
Conchita, too, found the virginal cunt, a real rarity to a person in her profession, so exciting that she began a rapid fire series of little cums, rippling through her clit and her cuntal depths, stirring up the soft buttery warmth of her fuck hole and causing her juices to boil slickly outward, intermingling with the young girls and running all around their crotches, welding the child's dark brown hair to the woman's coarser, coal black pussy hairs.
When their orgasm had finally subsided and their breathing relaxed just a bit, they released the grips around each other's bodies and Conchita fell back, beside Jeannie, on the bed, gasping for oxygen.
"Christ, baby," Conchita said, "you're a hot little chickie. Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"
"I never learned," Jeannie said, "it just... sort of happened, I guess."
"Baby, you could make a million bucks with that snatch of yours," Conchita said. "All you got to do is learn how to control it a little better."
"Oh, would you teach me, please," Jeannie said. "I've never... well, never done anything, really. I'm a... virgin. No one's ever fucked me even. Maybe they don't want to. Oh, God, I'm a reject at seventeen."
"No way, baby," Conchita said. "Just relax and let nature take its course. Don't move, I'm going to do something very special for you, something I don't do for just everyone."
And saying that, Conchita turned around on the bed, toward Jeannie's feet and looked right into the young girl's swollen, pouting cuntal lips, breathing deeply of her own cunt smells and something else, the very sweet, untouched scent of Jeannie's virginal pussy. No cock had ever entered through that sweet portal to change its properties, its shape, its function, to impart a special stink of cum that would, forever as far as Conchita was concerned, spoil the girl for true lovemaking.
Gently prying Jeannie's cunt apart, looking down at the tiny little clit, not at all like Conchita's large, oversized clit, she gasped with delight at the innocence, the purity of the young girl.
"Now, believe me, this won't hurt a bit," Conchita said, moving just slightly forward to where her face was right over Jeannie's wide open crotch, almost nestled between her legs. Then, without saying another word, she stuck out her tongue and laved Jeannie's little clit up and down and then rapidly in repeated strokes from side to side, feeling the way the young girl squirmed in ecstasy and nestled against her body.
Jeannie began a whining, moaning sing-song deep inside her throat as the fiery lady closed in on her cunt for real, open mouthed, taking in all her clit and sucking on it, pulling at it, trying to extend it, make it larger, then slipping her tongue deep inside her virginal fuck hole.
All the sensations were almost too good for the young girl and she really didn't know what to do, what was expected of her by way of her participation in the act, she only knew that it felt so good that she had to do something, anything, that might improve it for either herself or the woman.
Let nature take its course, she had said, Jeannie I remembered and she decided to give it a try. Almost involuntarily her hands found Conchita's light body and pulled at her, lifting and tugging, until Conchita was flat on top of her body, her firm tits digging into the flesh of Jeannie's belly.
And it was right there, right in front of her face, that clit. That fascinating smell. Those pouty pussy lips, gaping slightly with desire and anticipation, moist and juicy and delicious looking. Jeannie had never seen anything like it before and she had no idea that she would never, as long as she lived, encounter another clit just like that, to actually stick out of Conchita's cuntal mouth like a tongue, or like a tiny cock. Jeannie just had to play with it, to feel of it, to know what it smelled like, tasted like, to her tongue.
Opening her mouth, she suctioned hard, pulling the clit as deep in her mouth as she could, trying to pull it out of the cuntal nest by force of her suction alone.
The instant she made contact with the abnormally large clitoris, Conchita really went wild, digging into the child's sweet virginal cunt and dragging out the very walls of it, pulling and cleansing it and swallowing all the fresh little girl juices while Jeannie, in her amateurish way, tried to give pleasure to the dark girl in return.
She succeeded admirably, leaving Conchita's clit to dig inside the cuntal mouth itself, to poke her tongue, rigidly, deep into the woman's cunt, teasing the walls of it, the folds, the soft buttery depths. The cunt smell was all over Jeannie's sweet young face and deep into her nose, her lungs. The woman's copious juices were smeared all over her, making her face slick and shiny as it slid across the woman's crotch, nudging forward, burrowing deeper. The incredible taste of the cunt, tangy and tart, was like heady nectar to the enthusiastic youngster and she lapped up as much of it as she could, swallowing it quickly and digging in for more.
Gasping, moaning together, both of them short of breath but determined to die, if necessary, rather than break the lips-to-cunt and lips-to-cunt contact that welded them together into one pussy that was cumming at both ends.
Conchita's orgasm came first, the really big one, that the one in the yard and the one when her pussy had cunt-kissed the innocent young girl had only been forewarnings to. It racked her from her tingling titties to her cunt-clasping, spasming pussy walls and then rippled up and down the unusual length of her incredible clitoris, making her shake all over and grow weak.
Jeannie's orgasm was none the less good to her, even though she had very little to compare it with. She only knew that the pleasure she was getting with her mouth was only surpassed by the pleasure she was getting deep inside her pussy as the force gathered up there and rippled outward, flexing all her cuntal muscles, the hole, the lips, inner and outer and making her tiny little clitty actually zing with overflowing passion.
Even after they had both stopped cumming completely, they still held tightly together, mouth to cunt, as if afraid to break the connection that had furnished them both such incredible pleasure. Only the need to breathe, to surface again into the fresh air, finally forced them to stop their lingering, prolonged cunt licking.
Conchita struggled up from her succulent nest first, Jeannie wasn't sure what was proper under the circumstances and was determined to let the professional fucker set the pace, so she had held back longer.
"Christ, Jeannie, that was a fantastic cum," Conchita said.
"Yeah, wasn't it?" the young girl replied, looking worshipfully up into the woman's face, seeing all the moisture there and actually recognizing it as her own juices, the product of her first session. "Funny," she said, laughing, "but your face's all covered with... with... me... "
Conchita laughed back at the girl. "Maybe you should look at yourself in a mirror, baby," she said, "cause you got cum all over your pretty face too."
"Oh," Jeannie said, sitting up quickly. "Do you think I should?"
"What the hell, baby," Conchita said, "it looks good to me. Smells even better. Tastes better than that." She pulled Jeannie tightly and gave her a furious mouth-to-mouth kiss, their tongues intertwining and the flavors of their separate pussies intermingling in their mouths along with residue cum form their recent outpourings.
"Only this isn't making me any money, baby, as good as it is," she said. "And I've got to have lots of that."
"Money?" Jeannie said, not even realizing that there were some people who equate it with having sex.
"Sure, baby," Conchita said, "that's what I came back for. I'm no dummy, I recognized Denise De'Amour right away and now I gotta be paid more for balling her."
"Paid? Balling?" Jeannie said, puzzled, watching Conchita get up off the bed and quickly grab up her discarded clothing, clutching them in front of her possessively.
"Yeah, I only came back to put the bite on her for more bread," Conchita said, "though I wouldn't mind at all balling her again for it. She's some fuck, your mother, really great."
"Oh, she's not my mother, she's my aunt," Jeannie said.
"Oh yeah," Conchita said, "you could've fooled me. I'd have sworn she was your mother. Anyway, she's a great fuck, whoever she is and I'm going in there and get me some of her money. She's got enough for all of us."
Quickly Jeannie jumped up and followed her, determined to see the whole thing through. Looking over Conchita's shoulders into the master bedroom through the just opened door, she saw her brother, his cock hot and hard and fully erect, crawling up onto the bed between her aunt's legs, looking like he was going to fuck her.
Startled, looking up at them, Norma Jean's eyes popped open. "Oh, My God!!!" she said, her spread wide legs flexing and her spit slick cuntal mouth pouting pertly at them.
"I know you," Conchita said, "and I don't fuck cheaply. You owe me two hundred more dollars for yesterday's session. Six hundred if you want to ball now."
"What the fuck?" horny Duane said, his big prick thwarted again, forever being kept outside the cunt hole he wanted desperately to slip it into. It jerked and bobbed helplessly before him, out in the cold again, his balls heaving up and down with frustration, sweat beading his forehead, his knees weak and shaking with his actual need to lose his virginity, to once and for all sink his hard thumping cock solidly into a slippery cunt and fuck his brains out, washing away his innocence in his cum, soaking into his cockflesh deep inside a hot pussy hole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The last thing in Norma Jean's mind, while her sweet little nephew Duane groveled at her feet, his cock hard and thumping and his sweet innocent Conchita Alvarez, the tempestuous spitfire, a whore by profession, stood across the master bedroom in a wide legged stance, her clothes forgotten and cast aside, her cunt still drooling faint traces of her recent cum and sweet little Jeannie Frederick's cum smeared all over Conchita's cunt-loving face. Then she actually had the gall to repeat her recent demand for more money.
"I said," she said, "that for a rich bitch like you, I usually get four hundred dollars a session, so you owe me. Of course, then I didn't know who you were, until later and I certainly didn't know that you were fucking this little kid here. Believe me, Denise dear, you owe me and you're going to pay off, or else."
Jeannie still stood behind Conchita, though she was more than awed by the sight of Duane's cock, now more rampant than ever, due to his still not being able to fuck, along with her aunt's wide open and thoroughly chewed on pussy, the lips of it glistening and sparkling with little Duane's sweet spit. Still, there was a certain need in her to protect her family, her real family. To protect her little brother, however big his cock might be, from harm and public shame.
Still and she wondered just briefly why the urge should be so incredibly strong, overriding even that need to take care of her brother was the irresistible compulsion, first and foremost, to protect Norma Jean Winslow.
Norma Jean, once she realized what was actually going on in the room and the shock of both the women and her sweet young Jeannie breaking in on her, she began to relax and run back through her memory, seeking the precise part she had once played in some grade B flick... yes, the arrogant, completely in control.
"You stupid girl," she said, "don't you know you've placed yourself completely in my hands? Why, I can do anything I want to with you now. Grab her, Jeannie dear and hold her tight." Norma jumped up off the bed and ran across the room toward Conchita.
The moment she said the words, Jeannie closed in behind the petite woman and locked her arms around her, squeezing her breasts in a grip of iron. She was not only taller than the trim little dark girl, she outweighed her by at least twenty pounds and although Conchita was muscular and had had much experience with rowdy clients, she still found Jeannie's grip to be too much for her, especially after Norma Jean got there and grabbed her feet, pulling them up and swinging her helplessly in the air.
"On the bed, Jeannie," Norma said, carrying Conchita, kicking and screaming, across the bedroom carpet and to the bed where they dumped her unceremoniously, still restraining her movements and holding her total captive.
"Duane, hand me those sashes over there, the strong ones," Norma said, pointing to a rack of robe ties and cloth belts, "and help us hold her down while I tie her arms and feet."
In no time at all, they had stuffed Conchita's mouth with a soft scarf, to muffle some of her incoherent screaming and tied her hands to the head of the bed, her legs to the feet, spread-eagled, her midsection open to their assault. Only then, stepping back from the bed, looking down at the extortionist, the blackmailer, did Norma realize how completely she was holding the woman in her power.
Laughing to herself, smiling broadly, Norma turned to the children. "Thank you, Jeannie," she said. "I couldn't have handled her without your help. and Duane, seeing her this way gives me a rather amusing change of plans."
"What, Norma?" the boy asked, his cock still hard and throbbing although it had relaxed somewhat due to all the activity involved with subduing the whore.
"Well," she began, "it seems that we have more than one virgin in this room at the moment."
For just a moment, Jeannie thought Norma was talking about her. The sudden rush of excitement flooded her loins and made them turn molten and hot with excitement.
"Yes indeed," Norma continued, "little Conchita here, despite all her worldliness, despite all the many different people she has fucked in one way or another, is still in point of fact, a virgin, as innocent and as untouched as you are, dear Duane."
"Jesus Christ," the boy said, his cock again reaching full length, full rigidity, a fresh ooze of precum forming at his cock mouth and streaking across the fat bulbous head of his boycock.
"It seems only fitting, somehow," Norma said, "that the two of you should sacrifice your virginity jointly, at the same time, on the same sacrificial bed."
"Do you mean I can fuck her, Aunt Norma?" Duane asked, already moving up onto the bed, hovering over the frail form of the Mexican Lesbian.
Pure hatred radiated from Conchita's dark brown eyes, not only the hatred for Duane, but the hatred for all men, even the ones who had cocks considerably smaller than the strapping youngster that was bearing down on her helpless form. She began twisting her hips from side to side, trying to find a way to avoid him. If she had a knee free, she could at least prod the youngster in the groin, smash his healthy young nuts for him, only even that method of defense was denied her.
"Of course, Duane," Norma said, "consider her a gift, a mere toy. A fuck toy, certainly, but still just a toy. You can do anything you can think of doing to her and she'll love it, I guarantee you that. Fuck her in the cunt.
Fuck her in the asshole. Fuck her in the mouth. The ears, the armpits, between her pretty little black-tipped tits, anywhere at all, Duane. Fill her up with cum until it pours out of her ears, for all I care."
"Oh, God, Norma," he said, "I hardly know where to begin, there's so much to learn and I want to do it all right."
"Of course you do, dear," Norma said, "just remember the things I've already shown you, what a pussy looks like, how it feels inside, where the hole is, the clitoris. See, Duane, what a fine big clitoris she has, you must be sure, when you start fucking her, to grind your pubic bone hard against it frequently, so she can feel it, so she can know she's got a real cock buried in her cunt."
"Oh, God, Norma," he said again, moving down snugly between Conchita's helpless legs and taking his long hard cock in his hands like a pointer stick, sliding it over her big clitoris and across her pussy lips, getting it all slicked up with her moisture, the remains of her cum that was nestled just inside the lips of her cuntal mouth. Then, without being told how to do it, he swirled his cockhead around until it was snugly within her labia, right against the completely unused, thoroughly virginal fuck hole, then he slowly started pushing it into her fire-like fuck box.
There was a small measure of resistance, but not what one might expect with a younger, less sexual virgin. Still it was an unviolated cock hole, receiving its very first cock and the size of Little Mack's big dick was something to be proud of at that and Conchita felt it, all of it, moving deep into her vagina, where nothing, no man, no child, had ever entered before. Though she hated it, hated him, hated his cock with a real vengeance, she had to concede even to herself that there was something surprisingly exciting about the rape, about the unexpected sensation of fullness as his fat hard flesh made room for itself deep up inside her belly until his sweet little blond pubic hairs finally crashed into her clitoris, smashing it flat and grinding into it as he tried to get even his hairless balls into her fuck hole, along with all that hot hard little boycock.
"Oh, shit, Aunt Norma," Duane said, "it's better than anything I ever dreamed up, better than fucking my fist even. Jesus, I never thought it'd be so hot up in here, or so tight and slick and clingy like. I think I could keep my cock tight up in here forever, or at least until I cum."
"Yes, dear," Norma said, "I know, just enjoy yourself. It's all right if you have to cum right away and can't hold back, just remember what I told you though, the longer you can hold back, the better you'll feel when you finally have your cum."
Moaning, closing his eyes, reaching down and squeezing both of Conchita's big brown-nippled tits in his hands, slim little Duane, a natural born fucker, began running his cock in and out of her slobbering, unconsciously snapping cunny. Without even knowing it, the little boy was long-dicking her, dragging the whole long fat length of his cock almost all the way out of her slobbering fuck hole, just keeping the very tip end of his cockhead still buried inside, then ramming all of it back into her fast and furiously, long hard fat inch by long hard fat inch. It was enough to drive an experienced fucker out of her mind, let alone a virgin, getting cocked for her first time.
Conchita's muffled protests, her curses started to soften with each cock slide Duane rammed into her pussy and before she even knew what was happening, Conchita had begun moaning and gasping in suppressed delight. She knew that, as long as she lived, she would be a confirmed lesbian, still there was something really different about taking a cock inside her belly and squeezing it tightly, feeling the coronal ridge press her cuntal walls wide, stretching them, digging down into the soft buttery depths of her fuck hole.
Recognizing what was happening to the feisty woman, Norma quietly took the soft gag out of her mouth and started trying to interpret the ecstatic moaning sounds as what they really were. Before she knew what was happening, Norma Jean found herself again aroused. It was the sight of her sweet young nephew's incredibly big cock, virgin yet until his first inside a vagina cumming, the very same cock that had been destined to sacrifice its virginity deep inside her very own pussy hole, flying in and out of Conchita's cunt. It was the sight of Conchita's exciting body, so recently known to Norma Jean completely in their clit-to-clit cuntal kissing that had brought them both to rapid orgasms.
Whatever it was, her hot pussy was ready for more and she was ready to take it wherever she could get it. Norma crawled up on the bed facing young Duane, straddling Conchita's moaning mouth, settling down on her face, actually sitting on it. Conchita's nose was poking into Norma Jean's puckered anus and her mouth locked against her drooling, lip-split cuntal mouth, her tongue tickling Denise's fantastic clit.
Startled by the suddenness of his aunt's movements, Duane paused in mid-fuck-stroke until she was seated in place and Conchita was eating out her cunt, swallowing all the traces of young Duane's left-over spit. Then Norma's arms closed around Duane's shoulders in a warm embrace, hugging him to her chest as best she could, considering the angles of their bodies and the fact that his cock was buried up inside Conchita's muscle-rippling cuntal walls. They kissed then, their mouths locking and their tongues intertwining and their hips flying, flaying away at the helpless masseuse from both ends.
Norma Jean was cunt fucking Conchita's fabulous mouth while her innocent young nephew cock fucked her incredibly virgin cunt hole. Their spittle intermingled and dripped down, splashing gently on Conchita's heaving belly, puddling into her gently brown belly button until it overflowed with their warmth, their joint spittle, as the three of them, completely locked together in a three-sexed cluster fuck, writhed away the fantastic joys that only they could recognize, separately, in the deep recesses of their fuck crazed minds.
Duane broke their kiss and gasped for air, breathing deeply as he tried to speak. "I'm going to cum, Aunt Norma," he said, "I just can't hold it back any longer, or keep fucking any more. My cock feels so wonderful, it's like on fire and swelling up so big I know it's going to explode any minute."
"That's all right, dear," she said, "just go ahead and have your little cum, you're young and strong, you should be able to keep your cock hard for some time yet, you might even be able to cum two or three times without it going down once."
"Jesus, do you really think so?" he asked, the information seeming incredulous to him. Nevertheless, it was much too late to hold back any longer, he could tell from the sharp sensations inside his loins, from the way his balls had drawn up tight against the root of his cock and were thumping away, seeming to twist around but not really and from the painfully pleasant warmth of his cockhead as it throbbed with his heartbeat but in double time, spasming and flexing and seeming to expand impossibly huge, deep up inside Conchita's equally hot, well reamed out fuck canal. Put them all together and they spelled CUM for the young boy and in one high-impact, jet-fueled instant, he lost his virginity, along with Conchita's as his little boy semen erupted out of the gasping cockmouth at the end of his fat bulbous glands, searing the mouth of Conchita's womb and flooding her vagina with its very first bath of mancum. She knew she would never be the same again, as long as she lived.
Conchita, much to her surprise, found her own orgasm was undeniable, brought on by the boy's jism rippling through her guts like hot lava from a pressure hose, flooding her entirely. Her cunt rippled all by itself and her juices flowed like they had never flowed before, growing so hot that neither of them could hardly bear the sudden agony of the double, perfectly timed orgasm.
Norma's second big cum arrived just at the same time, making it a triple header, only there was no way little Duane could have known that, not being able to feel the way her cunt was clamping around Conchita's tongue as it laved her clitoris, bringing her off like time-delayed medication, one little cum after the other.
Duane, reluctant to let his cum-soaking cock slip out of Conchita's fuck hole, rammed it in as tight and as far as he could, nearly squeezing her fat clitoris right off at the base, it felt that good to them both. He just let it nestle inside her hole, soaking up their mingling cum, marinating in the juices of their combined first fuck. An event that etched itself in their memories more vividly than any other straight fuck would ever do.
Norma Jean, though she had desperately wanted to fuck her young nephew herself, for his first fuck, to take away his virginity within the deep, tight recesses of her cum-washed cunny, still had to admit to herself that it had been exciting, participating with the boy the way she had, while his enormous fuck shaft had been sampling its first slippery cunt.
Conchita's cunt had never been probed before in just such a manly fashion, only the delicate fingers of another woman and occasional cock substitutes, had ever passed her cuntal lips to slip within the fragile folds of her cunt canal. It had been a thrilling experience at the same time it had been the most vile, most disgusting thing she could ever have contemplated. Even now, the boy's fat dick still held her tissues wide stretched and the vile semen from his body was soaking into her fluttering pussy to stain her pure flesh, forever soiling it with his stink, with his awful male presence. She hated herself for being unable to deny the pleasure he had also shown her, while so ravaging her otherwise female-oriented being.
Reluctantly Norma Jean eased herself up off of Conchita's face, making it easier for the tiny lady to breathe. Looking down between her spread legs, across her platinum pussy hair and slightly parted cuntal lips, Norma could see the moisture of her excitement all over Conchita's mouth, her nose, her chin and the brown hues of her face had become flushed and reddened, from all the furiously frictioning contact.
As Norma Jean swung her thigh to the side, moving away from Conchita, the juice of her excitement seemed to trickle slowly down her slick thigh.
Turning her back to Duane, his cock still buried within the girl's cunt and still throbbing in the afterglow of his incredible ejaculation, his eyes closed in passionate rapture and astounded disbelief, Norma Jean quickly loosened the sashes holding Conchita's hands in place and Conchita flexed her wrists, restoring the circulation. Fortunately the bonds that had held her weren't very tight, being more symbolic than actual restraints.
Moving past Duane's body, Norma let her hands trace down his sides, his hips, across his buttocks, caressing him warmly, letting her finger slip within the tight, sweaty crack of the little boy's ass before trailing down Conchita's feverish legs to her feet. As she did, both the boy and the woman shuddered in delight. Finally Norma had untied Conchita's legs and she was free to move away, to get up from the bed, to do whatever she desired and still she stayed right where she was, flat against the mattress and securely impaled upon the fuck spear of a fifteen-year-old.
"I'm not ever going to take my prick out, Conchita," little Duane said, flexing his muscles so his still tumescent cock, deep within the spitfire's well-fucked belly, could jerk and throb noticeably, causing her to shudder with more feeling and squeeze out yet another little cum for herself.
"Oh no," Duane said, "they call me Little Mack, my dad's the one with the big cock." And he laughed, realizing that his cock, instead of relaxing and growing limp as they both expected, was doing just the reverse. His prick was actually firming up again, spreading out even wider, longer and growing erect, signaling them that it was, indeed, time to fuck again.
Conchita involuntarily lifted her hips high, up beside the boy's upper torso and held them in her pussy until it clamped tighter around Duane's rampant erection. His eyes popped wide in joy at the new-found angle, the deeper penile penetration, the tightness of her fiery fuck hole.
"You sonofabitch," Conchita said, "you're killing me with that thing. I hate you. Now fuck me, you little bastard. FUCK ME!"
Grinning boyishly from ear to ear, young Duane slowly pulled his cock back, loving the way it was super slippery, sliding on his fresh cum, her pussy juices, through the too tight cuntal walls. Then, without warning, he slammed it all the way back in, crashing his pubic bone against her spasming clitoris.
CHAPTER NINE
Jeannie thought that she hated the people on the bed, her aunt, the famous movie star, her little brother, who was getting all the goodies, the hot-clitted woman who had shared an orgasm with her.
It was just too cruel, leaving the precocious teenager out of the orgy. And to make matters worse, not one of the three of them even seemed to realize she was there in the room. No one bothered to ask her to join them and as far as she could see, there was no place for her to be, no one for her to ball, no one to ball her.
Sweet seventeen and never been fucked and how little Jeannie did hate her condition. She wanted to know what balling was all about even more so than did little Duane and had for a longer period of time. That was one of the main reasons she went around the house naked and encouraged Duane to do the same... why she tried time and again to engage her big-dicked baby brother in sex games, hoping against hope that they would evolve into straight main-line incestuous fucking... not the exciting games she had played with Conchita, but the real thing, the genuine article.
Suddenly, having watched the three of them fuck at close range, staring right into Conchita's gaping cunt as Duane's ramrod boycock pistoned into Norma's spread wide cuntal mouth as it smashed again and again down onto Conchita's tongue, her nose, grinding out cum after cum, became too much for the innocent young teenager. The smell of their fucking permeated the bedroom and hung over all of them like a cloud of funkiness and heady perfume, an aphrodisiac, causing Jeannie's tight little pussy to spasm and snap open and closed repeatedly and still they all ignored her, grabbing off theirs and ignoring the girl, not giving her any of the treats, keeping the fuck for themselves.
Sobbing loudly, bursting into tears, Jeannie turned away from the fuck-rocking bed and nearly blinded by her rejected feelings, began stumbling from the big bedroom.
"Oh, My God!" Norma Jean said, just then realizing that little Jeannie had been in the room all the time, so intent had she been on her own pleasures, her own orgasms.
The blinding fury of her continuously ongoing guilt, along with the realization of how badly they all must have hurt the child by. ignoring her, surfaced in Norma Jean's mind and she gasped out her own anguish, the one she shared so thoroughly with the very special child who was her very own little Jeannie.
"Oh, my baby," Norma Jean said, jumping off the bed and rushing across the room to grab Jeannie before she could leave. "I'm so sorry. Please, baby, can you ever forgive me? Here, just let me hold you close and rock you in my arms.
"God, how I've missed this, all these years, trying to deny myself what I really wanted because of my selfish greed... my goddamned career, afraid of what bad publicity could do to me."
Jeannie heard her aunt's mumbling only all the words seemed to be meaningless to her and the only important thing was that, at last, someone had noticed her, someone was holding her flushed body in their arms, cradling her possessively.
At last, finally, little Jeannie felt wanted, the thing that had been missing from her life all throughout their three-way fuck session. The thing that had always been missing, since she had been born, she realized.
Norma Jean, cuddling the child, led her back to the big king-sized bed and pushed her down onto the mattress beside Conchita and climbing on against her, still holding her tight and warmly. Turning her head just slightly, Jeannie saw Conchita, her eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth slightly parted and with spittle trickling out of the corner of it slowly, her breath coming in short audible gasps in rhythm with Duane's prick-pounding cock strokes into her spasming cunny and against her thoroughly pleasured extra-sized clitoris.
Somehow, through her passion-fogged mentality, Conchita smiled encouragingly at Jeannie, telling her in some silent fashion that all was well, that she was loved and wanted, even if it was the cock Jeannie lusted after buried in another woman's cum-filled pussy hole. Conchita's arm moved off of Duane's sweat-striped shoulder and down between Norma's and Jeannie's body, snaking over Jeannie's pubic mound to slip between her hairs and stroke her little girl clit while Jeannie moaned and sobbed in delight.
Jeannie hunched her hips upward and pulled on Norma Jean's shoulders at the same time, pulling the older woman quickly atop her until Norma's tits crushed, nipple-to-nipple against Jeannie's smaller, younger titties. Norma's cummy, spit-slick pubic mound ground against the top of Conchita's hand, pushing it harder against Jeannie's pubes, her clitoris, her puffed-up pussy lips, throbbing with passion that had been pent up too long.
"Oh, God, my baby, my baby," Norma Jean said, mumbling, her eyes closed in passion, rocking her body from side to side gently, as if rocking a child, with her tits rolling tight against Jeannie's, their nipples growing harder as a film of perspiration began forming between their tight-pressed bellies.
Duane finally became aware of their presence and reached his arm out around Norma's shoulder, hugging her as best he could, only slightly altering his cock strokes and trying to slow down the pace of his fuck, to prolong it while he tried to figure out a way to fuck Norma and his own sister all at the same time. If he only had three cocks, he could do it, he decided. Other than that, there just didn't seem to be a way, except maybe one at a time.
His hand slipped down Norma's damp back and cupped her buttock, squeezing it gently, testing the flesh and tugging at it before his fingers moved into the hot slick crack of her ass and twirled around her anus gently, prying at it slightly, pleasuring her, then without warning, deserting her asshole to dip deeper, actually sliding up into her cum-slick cuntal mouth from the rear and stroking her clit before, to his surprise, discovering that he could get part of his hand inside his sister's cunt at the same time, along with Conchita's talented massaging fingers.
"No, baby, no," Norma Jean was saying, moaning and mumbling directly into Jeannie's ear, her tongue occasionally tracing the contours and dipping down inside, teasing the teenager. "This isn't right, I shouldn't be doing this. God, it's all wrong, much worse than sucking Duane's cock. It's forbidden, a sin. God, can you forgive me...?"
To Jeannie, even though Norma Jean's words were meaningless, the way her breasts were turning her on spoke volumes, as well as the incredible things Conchita's wonderful fingers were doing to her clit and the way they were spreading out and slipping down into her pussy hole as well.
No, she thought, it can't be all Conchita. My God, it's... it's Duane's hand down there, too, inside my pussy. Jesus Christ, they all want me, they really do, they weren't rejecting me before and they really do want to make love to me. Oh, God, it's wonderful!
Jeannie twisted her head and found Norma Jean's mouth, silencing her with an open-mouthed kiss, grinding against the older woman's mouth and digging her tongue into it, caressing Norma's perfectly capped teeth and her hot wiggly tongue, probing deeply, trying to match the finger manipulations of her clitoris and her moist, flexing cuntal wall being stretched by Conchita and Duane.
If Conchita couldn't be making lesbian love, not as long as that horribly wonderful cock was torturing her so delightfully, she knew she could at least do the next best thing. She was doing it as good as she could, fingering little Jeannie's wonderfully virginal clitty, occasionally deserting it long enough to let her fingers dip into her hole.
There had been many times when the fiery lady had balled two women at the same time, even more, in one of her many lesbian orgies, but never ever with a hot hard cock stuck up in her at the same time. Still, there was something gently soothing about being able to touch their cunts, to know that they were real women.
Then Duane sank his face down onto Conchita's and kissed her. At first it was repulsive to the Mexican, to actually have a man kissing her, but she began trying to convince herself that he was only a man where his big fat cock and burgeoning, nearly hairless balls were concerned. She kept telling herself that his face, youthful and perfectly smooth and hairless, was really a woman's face and that his full sensual lips were really a woman's lips and that his tongue, so eagerly laving hers and probing deeply within the interior of her mouth, swapping spit back and forth, was really a woman's tongue. Still, though, there was that incredible cock to contend with and no matter how she tried thinking of him as a woman, that hard prick kept getting in the way, so Conchita decided to enjoy his mouth anyway and little Jeannie's fine tight cunt and Norma Jean's slippery, theatrical twat.
Duane's eagerly searching fingertips began sending messages to his brain strong enough and insistent enough to override the incredibly intense feelings that were radiating throughout his trim young boy frame from the nerve endings of his super-sensitive cockhead, feeling every subtle nuance of Conchita's almost virgin fuck hole because it was kept so tender, so sheltered, by the young boy's preciously protective foreskin, never allowing the head of his cock to become calloused or friction worn from contact with coarse fabrics. The only thing his cockhead had ever come into contact with had been his foreskin, his fist, soap and water, a couple of blowjobs and finally, a fuckable cunt hole.
His fingertips were sending him an entirely different message, though, even while his cockhead was telling his reams of praise about pussies in general. His fingers were telling him that different pussies were different. They felt different to his touch, his aunt's much used cunt and his sister's never used pussy. They were quite different indeed, as was the third pussy that his cock was examining during its in-and-out fuck strokes.
As the thought of the endless variety of cunts he could fuck came to the young boy, his cock began a renewed throbbing, thumping deep inside Conchita's belly and jerking around so much she could actually feel his heartbeat through the head of his cock, butted up against the mouth of her womb, causing her to have a little cum that she tried to hide from the boy. Unfortunately he wasn't fucker enough to recognize what the tight fluttering spasms of her cuntal walls, snapping closed against his cock shaft really signified, all he knew was that it was another good feeling among a million incredibly impossibly good feelings.
Poor Norma Jean Winslow was in a fit of despair, though, that separated her from the other three people on the bed. Her guilt was almost making it impossible for her to enjoy the orgy as she should be doing. The overwhelming shame of what she had done, many years before, in a mistaken attempt at doing the right thing. How fortunate she had been that her dear sweet sister Nellie June, who at that very moment was in the hospital room alone and sedated had never called her to task for her wanton act.
Christ, Norma Jean thought, what am I doing? I'm a grown up woman, I should have better sense than to think about doing this, about balling my own... balling Jeannie. Oh, God, is there any way I can ever be forgiven of this horrid sin?
Still, she had to admit to herself that the touch of Jeannie's sweet tits against her hard nipples was a most pleasant sensation, as was the caress of the child's dear belly, rubbing against Norma's. Then, oh, God, then down below, where their pubic hairs were making contact, along with Conchita's hand, the real pleasure resided and Norma's clitty was desperate to slide against little Jeannie's clit, to kiss it clit to clit, cunt lips tight against cunt lips, however much of a sin the act would be. Norma knew that there was nothing, even if she had to burn in the deepest, hottest pit of hell forever and ever.
Norma pulled her mouth away from Jeannie's and began kissing all over the dear child's face, as she had wanted to do far too many times before. She kissed Jeannie's eyes, her nose, her chin, slobbering all over the teenager's happy face, nuzzling into her neck and sucking there, bringing about a hickey that would mark her flesh for days to come, only neither of them cared at that moment.
Twisting her body at an uncomfortable angle, Norma was just barely able to lick Jeannie's firm little nipples, where they were standing atop her mounding titties. Then, forcing her head further forward, she took the end of one of the child's tits in her mouth and suctioned hard, pulling the flesh up and into her lips, her tongue avidly laving the rigid nipple nubbin and causing Jeannie's dear little hips to hunch and writhe around in pleasure pain.
By that time, Conchita's hand, caught between their grinding bellies, their eager to make contact pubes, was becoming agonizingly cramped. It throbbed and genuinely hurt the girl. Pulling with some force, she was finally able to free her hand, even though it meant loss of contact with the two stickily moist clits that she had been stroking, reassuring herself that it was, after all, a lesbian orgy, despite the warmth and flesh-filling probes of little Duane's big dick. Once her hand was free, she flexed it in the air several times, until the painful throbs stopped, then locked it around Duane's back, trying to claw him in her passion.
She twisted her face away from the boy's, breaking their long feverish kiss and letting his spittle, in a heavy glob, trickle down her cheek and her neck, tickling her. She dragged large helpings of the heady aromas of their cluster fuck into her lungs, savoring the special funkiness of their intermingling sex smells, spurring her on to greater and for her unheard of heights.
"You little bastard," she said, looking up right into Duane's puzzled little eyes, so starkly blue that Conchita was sure she could swim around inside them, had she dared to make the attempt. "You're really something. When you grow up, you're going to be a champion fucker."
Duane, feeling proud, grinned and winked at Conchita, not really knowing how to respond to her flattery.
"I know," Conchita said, "let's try something a little different. Now you do just what I say, but make sure you don't let your fat cock slip out of me, okay?"
"Sure," Duane said happily, glad to try anything different as long as it was more fucking.
"Right," Conchita said, "now you lay back as far as you can off of me, without letting it out of course, so I can twist my legs up. Yeah, just like that."
As Duane pulled back off of Conchita's body, he was forced to release Norma's and Jeannie's pussies at the same time and as he rared back, keeping his cockhead just inside Conchita's cuntal lips but giving her as much room as he dared, he lifted his hand to his face and smelled his aunt's pussy odors, his sweet sister's pussy odors, trying to determine the difference and the mingling scents, licking his fingers to taste of their fuck flesh.
While he was doing that, Conchita elevated her hips even higher and swung her legs up between her chest and Duane's, her feet pointed toward her head and her ass well up off the mattress. She closed her thighs together as much as she could, squeezing her cunt closed tightly around Duane's cock at the same time.
The boy gasped with the sudden tightness and heat, with the sharp new angle of penetration.
"See, I told you it'd be different," Conchita said. "Now you take my legs and hold them up like this and you can move them around, squeeze them tight or open them wide, however you want to. Go ahead, you can do it now and I'll... CHRIST!... "
Duane rammed his long hard cock back up into Conchita's tight-clasped cunt hole, grinding her pubic hairs, his hard surface bone, tight against her extended clitoris. At that angle he was able to lift the woman's torso high up off the mattress, varying the angle of his penetration and sinking his cock so incredibly deep up inside her fuck hole that he thought his balls, his asshole itself, was slipping up into the soft buttery depths of the whore's vagina.
Duane raised further up, higher on the mattress, over the girl, until his cock was pointing almost directly down into her, his knees high off the bed giving him much leverage and he began a long-dicking fuck, like drilling for cum-oil, into her slippery pussy hole.
Conchita began moaning, screaming out little yelps of joy and near pain, throwing her hips higher to crush her clitty into his body with each plunge of his relentlessly drilling boycock shaft. The sounds of their cock-in-cunt frictioning, the wafting odors of their interlocked bodies penetrated her nostrils as they did the boy's, making them both realize they had much to learn about fancy fucking.
"Oh, God!" Conchita said, "Oh, Christ. Your cock feels so good in my old cunt. I never dreamed anything could be so good, never. I've been passing up dicks all my life. Oh, Jesus, fuck me! FUCK ME, YOU BIG-DICKED LITTLE BASTARD! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK MMMEEEE!!!!"
Purring sibilantly, moaning in his own lusts, his mind almost completely shut off from everything but the heavy concentration he was giving to feeling, to sensing each separate nerve ending in the head of his arrowhead-shaped cockhead, each cell along the long hard length of his fuck shaft and the feel of the fuck itself. For Duane, absolutely nothing existed but his cock and he knew for certainty that at that frozen moment in time he was nothing but a cock and all cock at that and that the world was his cunt and that he would ride it out, frictioning his fat fucker in and out of every crevice there was, for as long as he could, which seemed like forever to the healthy boy.
Watching them twist around on the bed from the corners of her eyes, Norma Jean made a commitment to herself to throw all her cares away, all her guilt, her remorse and surrender completely to sin. She was going to do all that just for the sake of one sweet cum, locked tight in the embrace of her very own dear little Jeannie Denise.
As far as Jeannie was concerned, she wondered what had taken her aunt so long to wake up to what she was missing, what Jeannie was missing and to do something about it. So, when Norma Jean twisted and scrunched tight up between Jeannie's wide spread legs, bringing her cum-drooling, juiced-up cuntal lips closer and closer, it was all the ecstatic girl child could do to keep from screaming out her joy.
Instead, she kept quiet, feeling the bed rocking and rolling beneath her from her brother's furious fucking, touching with the side of her body not only Conchita's feverish fuck-filled side but her brother's knee, his hairy arm as she rolled on the bed with the pace of their fucking. Their sounds, their moans and groans, the squishy, plunging noises of his cock slipping around inside her tight clasping fuck hole, the extremely fragrant headiness of their funky smells were all almost too much for the young girl. She arched her body and twisted herself sharply at her waist, dipping quickly down and closing her mouth over Norma Jean's right breast, suctioning hard at the same time and drawing much of the nipple, the entire areola, way up into her mouth and tongue whipping it, flicking around the erect nipple until it throbbed and pulsated against the tip of her tongue.
Norma Jean slipped over the edge of rationality. She lowered her hips quickly while holding her cuntal mouth wide open and smacked it down against Jeannie's dear sweet little virginal pussy, already moist and puffy from Conchita's, from Duane's furious finger fucking. The touch of her clit alongside the young girl's, along with the passionate nursing at her tits was all she needed to begin her own furious fuck, cringing her clit directly down into the child's and smearing her cuntal mouth all around, intermingling their flowing juices, their passionate warmth, merging their cunts into one big blur of fast flying fuck flesh, slippery and slurping and noisily making moist kissing clit-to-clit smacks all the while.
"Oh, God, yes!" Norma Jean said, calling loudly, "That's it, my baby, suck your mother's tittie. Oh, Sweet Jesus, baby, nurse it, take the milk you never had. Oh, baby, I'm so very sorry for the awful harm I did for you. Go ahead, suck, get your own at last while I... NNNnnn-uuuhhh!!!... while I... NNNnnnuuuhhh! CHRIST! BABY, FEEL MY CLITTY! SUCK MY OLD TIT AND FEEL MY CLIT AT THE SAME TIME' OH, FUCK!!! OH, FUCK!!! Baby, my own baby, I'm cumming for you. I'M CCCUUUMMM-IIINNNGGG FOR YOU! SSSHHHIIITTT! I'MMM CCCUUUMMIIINNGG! NNNOOOWWW!!!!"
"Yes, Aunt Norma," Duane said, "me too. My cock's burning up and I can't hold it back any more. Sweet Jesus, I'm cumming too. NOW! NOW! NOW! FEEL IT, FEEL IT INSIDE YOU, FEEL MY CUM... I'M CUUUMMIINNNGGGGG!!!"
Conchita writhed and rocked beneath the cock-ramming youth, her buttocks high in the air, -her cunt taking the full length, full width of his enormous, cock, her poor clit ground to a pulp between their bodies while she moaned and groaned through her own orgasm, her pussy snapping and rolling and clamping his shaft and milking out every ounce of his hot jism.
Jeannie bit her tongue to keep from crying. She didn't want anything to detract from the fury of her own orgasm. She had taken her mouth away from Norma Jean's spit-slick nipple and twisted her body upright again, the angle being too painful before. Her hips were flying up and down, matching Norma's movements and forcing her dear little clit to slide around inside the older woman's cuntal mouth furiously while Jeannie's orgasm flooded over her, wave after wave of fire-like lava pouring in a torrent over her loins, her imagination, her feverish fuck flesh.
And then they all saw him at the same time. The big ruggedly handsome man standing beside the bed, angry, furious, glaring down at the fucking foursome in indignation.
"What the hell's going on here?" he asked, roaring like a bear.
Conchita looked up into the stranger's face and swallowed hard.
Norma Jean turned around quickly to stare at him. "Oh, My God!" she said.
Duane and Jeannie, together, said, "Daddy... "
CHAPTER TEN
When he received word via telephone in Frankfurt that his wife had been taken to the nearby hospital for an emergency operation, big Dewey Mack turned his franchise operation over to his assistant as quickly as he could and arranged to fly back home. His office had told him that his sister-in-law was staying with his children and that there was nothing for him to worry about, but that he should know what the situation was.
He had already almost closed the deal anyway so there was no real reason for him to stay. He also felt that Nelly might need him more than his office would say. and too, there was the added incentive of seeing Norma Jean again, the passionate moving picture star who, as Denise De'Amour, had thrilled countless millions of fans all over the world.
Only not quite so thoroughly, or so sexually satisfying, as Denise had thrilled Big Mack, every opportunity the two of them had to be alone together. Why not in his own house while his wife was out of the way? was the way Big Mack figured it. Besides, a man as virile and as heavy hung as he was just naturally had to have a woman to fuck regularly and no one had ever fucked him quite as well as Denise, starting that very first time.
His thoughts faded away in anticipation by the time he reached his front door, leaving his luggage in the car and walking into his house quietly, wondering how he could get Denise naked and slip it to her without the kids suspecting anything, only there was no one to greet him. Of course, he hadn't bothered to let them know he was coming. Not even from the hospital, where he stopped by to check on Nelly and visit with her for as long as the doctor would allow, had he thought of telephoning.
No one in the living room, but a stranger's car in the driveway... he thought it was peculiar. He looked through the big double glass doors into the patio and the pool yard, but there was no one there either. Then, turning down the big wide corridor leading past the bedrooms and to the back of the house, he heard the screaming shouts of sexual ecstasy.
A strange voice, with a faint accent, someone he didn't recognize, was calling out loud: "Oh, God! Oh, Christ. Your cock feels so good in my old cunt. I never dreamed anything could be so good, never. I've been passing up dicks all my life. Oh, Jesus, fuck me! FUCK ME, YOU BIG-DICKED LITTLE BASTARD! FUCK ME!!!! FUCK MMMEEEE!!!!"
No one could resist following up on an invitation like that. Idle curiosity alone would make them, especially someone as horny as Big Mack Fredericks, want to at least look at the fuck in progress. He hurried down the hallway toward his bedroom, where the noise seemed to be coming from. His door was just slightly open, as if pushed closed in haste. Silently he opened it a crack and peeked through, looking at his bed and the incredible tumble of naked flesh that swirled around and around on it, his own young son, Duane, ramming his enormous cock into an upturned stranger's slobbering cunt. Little Jeannie, her teenaged body being pushed into the mattress by Norma Jean's naked body while Norma shouted out her ecstasy.
"NNnnnuuuhhh!!! CHRIST! BABY, FEEL MY CLITTY! SUCK MY OLD TIT AND FEEL MY CLIT AT THE SAME TIME. OH, FUCK!!! OH, FUCK!!! Baby, my own baby, I'm cumming for you. I'm CCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG FOR YOU! SSSHHHIIITTT!!! I'MMM CCCUUUMMM-IIINNNGGG!!! NOW!
NNNOOOWWW!!!"
Then Duane shouted into the obscene sexual ritual, crying out his own lust. "Yes,' Aunt Norma," the little boy said, sinking his cock again and again into the whore's fuck hole, "me too. My cock's burning up and I can't hold it back any more. Sweet Jesus, I'm cumming too. NOW! NOW! NOW! FEEL IT, FEEL IT INSIDE YOU, FEEL MY CUM... I'M CUUUMMIINNNGGGGG!!!"
It was all too much for Big Mack. He had been fighting back a hard-on for the past hour and a half, even while visiting his wife at the hospital, just thinking about fucking hot-boxed Denise again, but all this, the four-way cluster fuck, seemed to overwhelm him. Just standing there, his cock started stretching out in his pants and getting harder than it had been in years.
The nerve of them, to fuck without him and worst thing of all, his own kids actually humping just like grown up people and judging from the powerful fuck-smell of the room, they had already been at each other's bodies for hours already.
Shaking in angry frustration, Dewey Mack walked right up to the side of the bed without anyone noticing he was even in the room. Glowering down at the fuckers, he roared, "What the hell's going on here?"
"Oh, my God!" from Norma Jean.
"Daddy... " from Jeannie and Duane together.
"You, you bitch," Big Mack said, pulling Norma Jean up off of Jeannie, "have you no shame?"
"And you, my own son, just a baby really," he said, pulling Duane up so quickly his cock snapped out of Conchita's still spasming cuntal mouth with a loud cork-popping sound, the trailing dribbles of his cum splotching Conchita's thighs as it jetted slowly, from his spasming cockmouth. "You should be out playing boy games, damnit!"
Then, looking down at Jeannie, he softened somewhat, after all, wasn't she daddy's real special little girl, in more ways than one? "Jeannie," he said, "I'm... I'm disappointed in you. I thought I'd taught you better... "
Then he turned to Conchita and instantly liked what he saw. "Who the fuck are you, baby?" he asked. "You sure got a pretty pussy." His cock, already tenting out the front of his pants, jerked irregularly and a faint stain, where his cockmouth was, began to spread across his pants leg.
Conchita looked at the growing spot, the enormous bulge of his cock and mounded up balls, still hidden beneath the tight clinging fabric of his tailored trousers.
"Jesus Christ," Conchita said, "that thing isn't real. I thought the kid's cock was something, but there's no way I'm going to get near that monster. "Just no way." And without saying another word, Conchita jumped up out of the bed and grabbed her discarded clothing off the floor. As she turned toward the door, moving fast, leaving in a hurry, she said, "I think you're all crazy, that's what. The whole damned family's too fucked up to be real, everyone fucking everyone else all the time, Christ!"
They listened to her feet pad down the corridor and out the front door. She even got in her car and drove away just like that, naked, her cunny slowly twitching itself down from the pinnacle of Duane's fuck, his cum intermingling with Conchita's and drooling out of her puffed up pussy lips to stain the upholstery of her out-call car.
"Christ, Dewey," Norma Jean said, struggling for words that had some meaning, considering the situation, "you could have let us know you were coming."
"Coming, shit!" he said. "With all the cumming you've been doing around here, the only thing you could hear would've been cocks in cunts, or clits smacking pussy lips. You dumb bitch. Why'n hell did you have to get the kids into your fuck act?"
"Oh, Daddy," Duane said, "it wasn't Aunt Norma's fault, really. It's just that I... I'm growing up, really I am and I needed to know what... how... Oh, shit, I'm big enough, Daddy. I'm almost a man now, they were just helping me, Conchita was and Jeannie... "
Jeannie sobbed and tried to hide her face though the allure of her father's aroused sexual organs, even hidden by his pants, was irresistible to her. She well knew what his cock and heavy hairy balls looked like naked, he always swam that way, but she had no idea the extend his dick would reach upon erection, like now, almost doubling in size, her imagination told her incorrectly. "I'm so ashamed, so confused," she said.
"It's too late now, Dewey," Norma said. "What's done is done, however it turns out. You might as well know, Dewey, I've sucked Duane's cock for him and I would have fucked him, only it seemed more appropriate for Conchita to take his virginity, along with hers, though that doesn't mean anything to you.
"And yes, you saw me balling Jeannie. Oh Christ, Dewey, I tried to fight it off, but I've never been alone with her before for any length of time and nude at that. There's something irresistible about her, about holding her and cuddling her and... well, actually letting her nurse at my breasts."
And all the while she was talking, his enormous cock only seemed to get bigger and bigger, longer and fatter and harder, the spot of precum growing much larger across his pants front. Almost without knowing what he was doing, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his coat to the floor, opening his sports shirt and pulling it up out of his trousers while Norma continued talking.
"You might as well join us, Dewey," she said, "and get in on the family sinning. I would like to fuck you and I would like to fuck Duane too and I know that some time, somehow, I will, so it might as well be now as later."
Duane was also becoming excited by listening to his beautiful aunt talk about wanting to fuck him. His cock had rapidly shrunk down to its usual large size because of the shock of his dad, pulling it out of his first pussy on his second cum, only Norma's hot sexy words were doing a trick on him and it was starting to raise up again, stretching out long and angling out over his nearly hairless ballsac, becoming heavy and bobbing as it jerked, slowly, to a high-rising angle, still cum-coated and shining slickly in the lights of the master bedroom.
Jeannie was hypnotized, watching her big daddy's massive body materialize as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his massive pectorals with their matting of dark brown hairs that trickled down to a thin line at his navel, disappearing into his pants. He hobbled on one foot, taking off his socks, then opened his belt. Jeannie gasped as he unzipped his pants and his fly opened.
All he was wearing was a pair of blue boxer shorts. The fly of the shorts was gaping open slightly and a copious tangle of dark brown pubic hair seemed to be writhing within the baby blue opening. Only it was down below, where the enormous head of Big Mack's bigger cock protruded beneath the leg of his boxer shorts that Jeannie's attention was riveted. The cock was huge, there was no denying that, eight or ten inches long at least, or even more, depending on her imagination and bigger around by far than her tiny little wrist. Just looking at it, thinking about it, about maybe actually being able to get the cock inside her tight little twat started her loins to thumping like mad and her pussy lips fluttered and began parting slightly.
"Oh, my God!" Norma Jean said, her eyes also locked on Dewey's dong. "Hurry, let me see your Big Mack. Let me taste of it again, lover. Get ready to put it inside me again."
"Jesus Christ," Duane said, wondering if his dick would ever be that big. It would be years before he knew for sure, but for the record, his cock was definitely larger, at fifteen, than his father's had been at the same age.
Laughing, his body flushed and a sexual haze beginning to descend around him, Dewey Mack unsnapped his baby blue boxers and let them fall to the floor.
Naked he was incredible. His enormous cock reared up to a forward stand, wobbling slightly from its own weight and his heavy hanging balls, inside their brown hair covered, crinkly flesh ballsac seemed to have a life all their own as they gently rose and fell, moving up and down while the three spectators watched in stunned silence.
As he walked to the side of the bed, his huge prick swung wildly from side to side, looking almost pendulous and nearly too heavy to be supported by its own weight. Then, falling forward, he moved onto the bed beside Norma and without hesitating, took her- in his huge muscular arms, the hairs digging into her smooth picture-perfect flesh as he hugged her close, feeling the heat of her body, the warmth of her desires, letting their two bodies seek a compatible temperature together.
"Oh, Dewey," Norma said, "it's been so long. It seems like years since you've held me this way and I could get to your beautiful cock." Her hands closed warmly around the shaft of Big Mack's big cock shaft. It was circumcised and the skin of his glands had become rough and dried over the years, still it was a beautiful cock and one that Denise dearly loved. While she looked down at it, breathing in the faintly sweet-scented aroma of his sex flesh, a drop of his precum lubrication oozed up inside his cockmouth, forcing the tiny little lips apart and glistening like the sweetest honey in all the world.
Norma Jean couldn't resist, she never could. Every time she saw his cock, the huge knob of which was almost big enough to fill her whole mouth, she just had to lick on it, to actually chew on the spongy flesh of his glands with desire until his rose to match it in intensity. She dipped her head down and let her tongue stick out of her lips and formed it into a tight drill, bearing right down into his pisshole and taking away his precum, without even touching the sensitive flesh of his cockhead itself.
Dewey gasped and hunched his hips forward, crushing his glands against her face. Norma Jean chuckled delightedly and pulled her head back, still just touching his glands with the tip of her tongue. She traced a thin line, leaving it moist over the middle of his cockhead until she reached the broad flaring ridge of his coronal ring, standing out. hard and firm over his cockshaft like a mushroom cap. Then, moving all around the ridge of his cockhead, she liked his coronal line, torturing Dewey with her desire, with her actual need to get down on top of his knob and gnaw at it like she was ravenously hungry, to suck on it as hard as she could and draw up all of his great tasting cock flavor and swallow it right down.
Humming, purring like a gentle pussy cat, Big Mack put his heavy, hairy hand on the top of Norma's platinum head and pushed downward gently, actually forcing her to open her lips and take all of the enormous knob into her mouth, locking her teeth closed behind his coronal ridge and keeping his whole cockhead captive within the tongue-rippling, hot-mouthed confines of her suctioning mouth.
The sight of their lovemaking was overwhelming to young Duane as his cock rose to new heights and hardness and his hand began pulling up and down on his shaft, fist fucking it and hefting his balls up, cuddling them.
Jeannie had been moving her eyes from her father's huge cock to her little brother's just oversized cock and she couldn't tell which she found the more attractive. They were quite different, really, in appearance and shape and both desirable in their own way, only Big Mack's sick was totally occupied while Little Mack's wasn't. She pushed his hands off of his shaft and from beneath his balls and took over the gripping of his dick by herself, bending her head down over it and treating it exactly the same way she had seen Norma do her father's dick. With her tongue she cleaned out Duane's little pisshole then licked all around his coronal ridge, more laid back and streamlined than his father's and slicker too, then took it straight to the back of her mouth, sucking on it for all she was worth.
Big Mack had never thought of being in the same bed with two other people. Let alone his own children and especially not with his own daughter sucking the cock of his own son. The beauty of it all, their shapes, their forms, the intangible beauty of their unseen connection to the flesh of his body all tugged at his balls, at his loins, at the base of his very cock and he knew he couldn't wait very much longer before he had to sink his dick inside Norma's well juiced cunt.
Almost reluctantly, Dewey pulled Norma's loving mouth off of his cockhead. It stood up bigger and harder and redder than ever before and it was well oiled with her fresh hot spittle. "Christ, Norma," he said, "I've just got to fuck you, it's been too long for me and I want to see what it feels like to get my cock inside your pretty pussy again."
"Oh, yes, Dewey," Norma said, twisting around on the bed and flopping back, spreading her arms and legs in open invitation, the pink moist lips of her pussy flexing and spreading apart noticeably while Big Mack, heaving his heavy weight, settled between her smooth silky thighs, his coarse haired legs reaching down the sides of hers and tickling her legs at the same time.
Dewey looked down at his huge cock and her little pussy and took it in his hands, smearing it around inside her cuntal mouth and nestling it gently against the open hole of her vagina then, ever so gently, just barely nudging his cockhead in a fraction of an inch with each hunch forward, he began pushing the massive fuck shaft into her feverishly hot fuck box.
Hypnotized, little Duane leaned over close, his head right beside his father's belly, watching his big dick being gobbled up by Norma's famished cuntal mouth, smelling the heady scent of their fuck, his own loins afire.
"Jesus," Jeannie said, also watching, her sucking of Duane's cock almost forgotten, so entranced was she, "I've just got to, Duane. You've just got to fuck me. I can't wait any longer. Make me a woman, Duane, please, do it to me, put it in and break away my virginity, please."
Feeling like a man of the world, side by side with his very own father, Duane butted his sleek fuckable cockhead up against his sister's untested vagina, knowing that it would be more difficult to fuck her than the much-sexed Conchita. Nevertheless, with her enthusiasm and his diligence, pushing as hard as he could, he slowly began inserting the head of his cock into her cunning little cunny. There was definitely a barrier and he could only get his dick in so far, but Jeannie was determined that it would proceed and that her defloration would happen right then and right there.
She reached down behind Duane and locked her hands tightly behind his buttocks, making it impossible for him to get away from her even if he wanted to. Then she lifted her hips slightly and changed the angle of his penetration and to his astonishment, she pulled at his butt and pushed at his cockhead at the same time, literally impaling herself on the arrowhead-shape of his cockhead, forcing it to rip through her barrier of resistance and slide, smoothly, pre-lubricated by her own spittle, right to the bottom of her fuck hole.
Her eyes popped open in amazement. There had been a little pain, of course, but nothing at all like she expected and the pleasure of actually feeling Duane's massive cock shaft inserted all the way up inside her belly more than offset any discomfort. Duane relaxed too, for a moment, loving the way her almost too tight, too hot cunt clasped his cockshaft and squeezed the head of his dick, it was considerably different than fucking Conchita had been, even if he had racked up the enviable record of fucking two virgins, certified virginal cunts, in the same day.
Slowly, almost reverently, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he possibly could, little Duane began fucking his sister, pulling his cock out gently then sliding it back in, making the friction do the work and bring about the pleasures.
Pretty soon, all the sexual activity of the day caught up with little Jeannie and she began cumming, having one run on cum after the other and moaning, groaning out her ecstasy.
Beside her, their hands locked tightly together, was Norma, herself in a transport of fucking rapture as Big Mack's incredible cock reamed her slippery cunt out with affection and dispatch, causing her, too, to cum almost endlessly.
Despite his excitement, the need he felt to cum quickly, Dewey found his staying power was increasing, amazing even himself. Then he looked over at little Duane and had to admire the efficient way he was fucking his sister.
Dewey put his arm around his son's shoulder and hugged him warmly, matching his fuck rhythm to the boy's, moving his cock in and out of Norma in Duane's long-dicking natural rhythm. "Say, son," Dewey said, "How do you feel about switching?"
"You mean," Duane asked, his pace faltering, "you'd like to switch so I can, finally, fuck Aunt Norma?"
"Sure, why not?" Dewey asked.
"But... Jeannie's your daughter, Dad," Duane said.
"Sure, I know that," Dewey said, "but she's your half-sister, too. If you're fucking her, I don't see why I can't."
Jeannie's eyes had opened wide, listening to the two men talk. "Say," she said, "don't I have something to say about this? And what do you mean 'half-sister'?"
"Oh!" Dewey said, "I guess I shouldn't have said that. Anyway, how about it, Jeannie, can I fuck you."' "Oh, Daddy," she said, squirming out from under Duane and pushing him back, forcing his cock out of her cunt. "Yes, yes, do fuck me."
"It's all right, Dewey," Norma Jean said, pulling at Duane, wanting him to fuck her, "I've already told her, but she didn't understand."
Duane's cock felt funny, not being inside a cunt and he hurried to sink it down inside his aunt's pussy, finally getting it into the single cunt he had always wanted to fuck, the movie star cunt of his dreams. Instantly he began plunging in and out, fucking her furiously, knowing that his cum was really on the way at last.
Dewey had some difficulty seating the head of his huge cock against Jeannie's tiny vagina, the fit was incredible but she was well lubricated with both Duane's cum and her own cuntal juices so, with just a little effort, he slowly began sticking his cock into her, watching the sweet little flesh of her pussy pull back over the big broad head of his cock, stretching incredibly but nevertheless welcoming the entry of his enormous cock flesh, the weighty heaviness of it filling her belly completely, finally, with her moaning and gasping as each fraction of an inch of his meat moved inside her too tight cunny hole.
"Jeannie dear," Norma began again, hoping that at last, by openly sharing her shame, some of the guilt would go away from her, "I've been trying to tell you that you really are my daughter, not Nellie's. I'm fully aware that she's always treated you like a real daughter and loves you as if you were her own child, only the simple truth is, you aren't. You're my daughter and when I became pregnant with you, I was terrified that my career would go down the drain, so I arranged to have you secretly and Nellie agreed to take you and pretend that you were her child."
Dewey's big cock had finally reached bottom inside little Jeannie's feverish fuck hole and it felt wonderful to him, tighter than he could ever have imagined anything feeling and better too and his cum, so whipped up already by Norma's frantic cocksucking and furious fucking, was just beneath the surface ready to boil over at any moment, he knew that he would not be able to fuck her very long. He drew back his hips and began a series of quick rabbit hunches, sinking his cock like a jack-hammer, jarring the bed with his frantic pace as his cum began jetting out from the fire-like head of his big fat cock, squirting his jism all up inside the sweet young girl, the first cum she had ever received inside her cunt and it was glorious indeed.
Her own orgasm began ripping her apart at the same time, causing her cunt to snap tight around Dewey's trying to milk it of all the semen she could, wanting to make his first fuck, first cum of all, the very best ever.
"Yes, dear," Dewey said, "and I'm your father, still. Norma and me, but even that's our little secret from Nellie and now that you know it, you'll have to keep it from her too."
"Oh, Daddy," Jeannie said, her orgasm, if anything, increasing as she continued cumming all over Big Mack's incredibly big cock.
"Oh, Daddy," Duane said, "and now that I know, I'll keep the family secret too."
"Ohhh, Daddy," Norma Jean said, mocking the children, "but the best secret of all is, the four of us, we can do this from now on, whenever we feel like it, as long as no one else ever knows."
"Golly," little Duane said, "that's going to be the best kept family secret in the whole wide world."
Then the four of them, cocks still in cunts, began hugging in one big tight close-knit family group, coming together at last, cumming.
