In the uncertainty of human existence, "right" and "wrong" have never been absolutes. Each time period, each culture, looks at social responsibility differently. What is a capital crime in one era or locale is a misdemeanor or no crime at all in another.
Whenever we look at a subject that is considered "taboo," we must take into account the larger picture, the notions, the reasons for its exclusion from the framework of everyday, "normal" society. What with the communication revolution and the awesome proliferation of diverse ideas, it is very hard to decipher what is and isn't "normal."
The following novel is the story of a lonely young widow who finds solace in a way that is considered by many people in this country to be taboo; that is, solace with close relations, physical solace. What is important about it is not the description of her social transgressions, but the fact that she dared to seek happiness outside the realm of "normality" ... and in that she succeeded.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Sarah Bree sat in the hotel bar, nursing a mug of hot, spiced wine, staring vacantly out the window at the snow-covered slopes of the Colorado Rockies, at the skiers lined up at the chair lift. She wasn't focusing on the individual people but merely on the color of their clothes, the vibrant reds, blues and greens against the stark white backdrop.
She shook her head. She had been an idiot to think that color would make any difference! She'd kidded herself into believing that once she'd traded the black of her widow's weeds for colors, bright, happy colors, she would instantly feel like a new woman. It wasn't nearly so simple. In order to be born, or re-born, there was to be pain. Changing from black to red or blue couldn't alter the insecurity she felt about who she was and what she was capable of accomplishing on her own, without the support of her late husband, Ronald.
Oh, she could handle the everyday bits and pieces of life. The travel agency that her husband founded back in Chicago practically ran itself now. What she couldn't handle was the constant loneliness ... and the nagging feeling that somehow, somewhere along the line she had been sidetracked. She realized after the demise of Ronald that all her fond memories had been logged before the two had been married and that her ten years with him was just a gray blur.
When she looked in the mirror, though, she knew that the time had, indeed, passed. Not that she wasn't still attractive to men, because she most certainly was. She was in her late thirties and the hard firmness of her figure had begun to soften, to ripen. Her full breasts drooped ever so slightly at the tips; her hips were rounder than they'd used to be. Her waist was still slim, as were her long, smooth legs, but her tummy protruded a bit more than she liked and there were small lines at the comers of her eyes.
Part of the uneasiness she felt was due to the fact that she considered the youth of her body to have been wasted. Ronald was anything but a sensualist and left her untouched for weeks on end, preferring to devote his time and energies to his business. The only time he gave in to her sexual needs was when it looked like things would explode between them if he didn't. Needless to say, there was no offspring from the marriage ... and it was due to his lack of trying.
Now that she was free she wanted to run wild, to catch up with life. The ski trip to Colorado was an attempt to make a start in that direction, a chance to get away from the people who knew her as "Ronald's wife" or worse, as "poor Sarah."
She was free, all right, free as a bird, but she didn't know how to fly. She didn't know how to let go. She told herself that the reason she'd come all the way to Aspen wasn't to sneak away from home so she could pick up on strange men. Then she'd spent the better part of the afternoon in the bar, proving that to herself by turning down , proposal after proposal from the male clientele. She finally realized that she was being ridiculous, that she wasn't making herself happy by playing hard to get, that she had, indeed, come west to meet a stud. She vowed to go with the next man who showed up at her table.
That had been two hours before. like magic, as soon as she'd made up her mind to do it, the interested men seemed to vanish. Though she wasn't much of a drinker, she tried to console herself with wine. Subsequently, she drank a bit more than she should have.
"Mind if I sit down?" said a voice from above a blue and white ski sweater.
Sarah looked up at the face that belonged to the voice. It was a suntanned face framed by iron gray, very curly hair. The man had extremely white teeth.
"No," she said, suddenly aware of the numbness of her upper lip and the similar lack of sensation in her hands and feet. She was drunk! The idea didn't bother her so much as it amused her. Sarah Bree, the bar fly, she thought, giggling to herself at the notion that dear, departed Ronald might be watching with his customary displeasure and scorn, from on high.
"Can I buy you a drink?" the man asked. He wore his aviator's style sunglasses tipped up on the top of his head like a headband.
There was something in the way he was looking at her, sort of eating her up with his eyes, that made her feel uneasy. Not that the other men hadn't stared at her breasts like that, but this one was different, this was the one she had decided to go to bed with. She got the distinct feeling that he knew it, too.
"Why not?" she said, brushing a wisp of her shoulder-length, honey blonde hair from her face.
The man called a waiter over and sat down. After he'd ordered for both of them, he leaned across the table and said, "You are some sexy looking woman, you know that?"
Despite herself, Sarah blushed.
"Are you here alone?"
She nodded, hiding her confusion and excitement by taking a big swallow of wine.
"Married?"
"I'm a widow," she said. The way the man's face lit up at that announcement made her want to giggle. She might as well have said to him "Let's fuck."
"Gee, that's rough," he said, trying hard not to look pleased. "It must be especially hard with you being so young and all."
She shrugged.
"I mean," he went on, "a good looking woman like you shouldn't ever be without a man. It's like a crime against nature."
For the first time, Sarah glanced down at the man's hand wrapped about the tumbler full of vodka martini. There was a wedding ring on it. She asked herself if that mattered to her, if she cared about wrecking some other woman's home. She decided that she didn't give a damn, not this time, anyway. And besides, this chance encounter was obviously going to be a one shot deal, a quick trip to his or her hotel room and then a terse goodbye.
"My name is Harold, by the way," he said, putting down his glass. His hand slipped under the edge of the table.
"I'm Sarah," she said.
Harold smiled. "Look, Sarah," he said, "we're both old enough to know what's what. We're too old to play a lot of dumb games with each other. I know what you want and I think you know what I want."
Something warm and smooth grazed her left knee. He was trying to grope her under the table! Again, Sarah had the urge to giggle. His fingers, as they wedged themselves between her thighs, tickled something awful. She looked around to see if anyone in the bar was watching, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What the man was doing was something that would never even have occurred to Ronald to do.
"Why don't we get ourselves a big bottle of champagne and go up to my room?" he said. His right shoulder dipped as he reached further under the table, forcing his hand deeper into her crotch.
Sarah didn't fight him, but she didn't exactly yield to him, either. Her thighs were tight against his hand, not tight, enough, however, to keep his fingers from sliding all the way to her fork. She felt his fingertips upon the slick nylon crotch band of her panties, fingertips sliding up and down, up and down, sending tingling thrills up over her tummy, her breasts. Her face really turned red, then. She glanced around frantically, certain that someone in the room was taking in the free, X-rated show. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them, though.
"Come on, Sarah, let's go," he said, rubbing harder, working his fingers against the soft meat of her pussy. "You're getting hot. I can feel it. Your pussy is all wet. It's soaking right through your panties. Come on, let's go. I've got a hard on that's killing me."
She didn't need to be told the state of her vagina. She could feel it herself. The thin nylon band that covered it was sopping wet, stuck to the swelling lips of her cunt. And deep in her belly was a terrible yearning, a longing. Every flick of his fingers made her need worse. She hoped, her mind reeling with excitement, that Harold had a big cock. Ronald's had been so small that she could hardly feel it, especially after it'd dipped in and out a few dozen times and she got really sloppy wet and turned on.
"This is the first time I've ever done anything like this," she said, her voice all quavery.
"Sure, sure," Harold said impatiently, digging his fingers around the edge of her panty crotch, feeling the sticky wet hairs that-rimmed the lips of her vagina. "Come on, let's go."
She hadn't known why she'd felt compelled to tell him that, why she had to let him know that she wasn't really a bar fly. It was a ridiculous thing to say in the face of what she was letting him do to her in public. His reply, though, implied that he didn't believe her or that he didn't care. All he was interested in was getting her up to his room and getting his cock inside her pussy; all he cared about was using her. That stung.
Harold pulled his hand out from between her legs and pushed up from the table, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some money to pay for the drinks.
"Now," he said, authoritatively, taking her hand, helping her to her feet.
Sarah felt in a daze. Her head was spinning and there were butterflies in her stomach. Part of her wanted to resist, to twist away, and another part of her, the part that had made her come to Aspen in the first place, wanted her to trot right along like a wide-eyed, adoring she dog.
With his arm about her waist, Harold led her to the hotel's front desk. When he asked the clerk for the key to his room, Sarah's nervousness turned into full blown panic. She realized that she didn't know anything about this man. She could have been about to go to bed with some kind of maniac for all she knew! She hadn't the faintest notion what he would demand of her in bed, either, what excesses he might bully her into submitting to. In that fraction of a second she realized that she didn't want to give herself totally to some stranger. What she wanted was tenderness, real passion. Also, in the back of her mind, she was worried that perhaps she wouldn't be able to satisfy the stranger, that she would be clumsy, inept; that after she had given everything to him he would reject her.
Just as she was about to bolt and run, the door to the left of the front desk, which had an engraved plaque on it that said "Manager", opened and two young men came stomping out. The older of the pair was tall and thin, his blonde hair cut in a long shag, his face lean and handsome. The younger one was smaller and stockier, and his light brown hair was parted in the middle and covered the top half of his ears. Both were wearing casual clothes, striped crew neck t-shirts and blue jeans. They both carried their down parkas under their arms.
Sarah stared at them in astonishment. She not only knew them ... she was related to them!
"Rick, Bob!" she said, pushing free of Harold's octopus-like grip.
The two young men froze in their tracks, the anger on their faces giving way to delighted surprise.
"God! It's Aunt Sarah!" the older one said.
"I don't believe it!" the younger one exclaimed. "Is it really you?!"
She embraced her nephews exuberantly. It'd been years since she'd actually seen them in person. They were the sons of her older brother, Frank, an attorney who made his home in Burbank, California. Before she'd met Ronald, she'd lived in Los Angeles and had spent a lot of time with the boys, babysitting them, watching them grow. After she married Ronald and moved with him to Chicago, her visits to Frank's house dwindled, not so much because of the distance involved, but because Ronald didn't get along with Frank and he didn't like the "influence" Frank had on her. If she hadn't been getting Christmas cards from Frank, the kind with a photograph of the entire family on the inside, she probably never would've recognized her nephews. They had both grown up to be rugged, virile looking young men, and when they hugged her the strength of their arms liked to crush the air from her lungs.
Rick, who was twenty and the oldest, kept his hands on her waist after she embraced him and said, "Aunt Sarah, we need your help badly."
She put her hands on his broad shoulder and pushed back until her breasts were no longer mashed against his chest. The sensation of having them brushing his body was highly unsettling to her.
"What can I do?" she said.
"Rick and I have been planning our ski vacation here for almost a year," Bob, the eighteen-year-old, said. "And we drove all the way here from Burbank only to have the management tell us that our accommodations have been cancelled. This guy says there's no room in the hotel for us."
Bob stepped aside so she could see the small, balding man in a dark, three-piece suit standing in the open doorway. He had the look of a self-righteous bureaucrat.
"Can't you do something?" Bob said.
"You aren't the manager here," she said, extricating herself from Rick's hands and stepping up to the man. "Where is Mr. Dumas?"
"He is at home today," the man said. "I am the assistant manager."
"These two boys are my nephews," she said. "They say there has been some error in the scheduling of their accommodations."
"No, ma'am, there's been no error," the man said. "They don't have reservations and we cannot accept them as guests."
"We phoned them in from Los Angeles," Bob protested.
"Three months ago!" Rick added.
The man tried vainly to hide his little rat's smile.
"I want you to fix them up at once," she told him.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am," he said, his eyes twinkling, "but it's against hotel policy to admit guests without reservations during high season."
"Do you know who I am?" she said. "I'm Sarah Bree!"
"Yes?" he said.
She frowned. "I own the Ronald Bree Agency," she snapped. "Does that ring a bell in your tiny mind?"
The man's face blanched. "That Bree?" he said.
"Yes, that Bree. The one who sends this hotel eight tour groups every winter," she said. "Do I have to ask you again to fix up my nephews?"
"No, Mrs. Bree," he said, quickly.
"And while you're at it," she said, "arrange it so their room and mine adjoin. We have a lot to talk about."
"Of course," the man said, swallowing hard.
Sarah smiled at him. She knew damn well that he would probably have to move another guest to get the boys next door and that the guest would undoubtedly complain to Mr. Dumas. She hoped the manager would really put the screws to him.
"We'll be up in my room until theirs is ready," she said, hooking her arms through theirs. "Call when they can move their things in."
With that the three of them started for the elevator.
"Hey! Hey, Sarah!" Harold said, pushing away from the front desk and following after them.
Rich, Sarah and Bob turned to face him.
"I thought you and I, well," Harold said, his face flushed with anger, "I thought we had a date." Sarah gave him a quick once over, then looked adoringly at her two strong nephews. "Face it, Harold," she said, staring him right in the eye, "you don't stack up to the competition."
Harold glowered at the boys, but backed off, muttering under his breath.
"What was all that about?" Bob said as they entered the elevator.
"Nothing important," Sarah said, happily. "Nothing at all."
CHAPTER TWO
When they got to her hotel room, Sarah had trouble getting the key into the lock. The effects of the wine she'd drunk were still pretty apparent, which was one reason she'd taken both their arms on the way up. She excused herself to the boys and asked Rick to open the door for them. Rick and Bob exchanged worried looks and she could tell just what they were thinking. That the death of Ronald had turned Auntie Sarah into a lush. A near-nympho maybe, she thought, but never a lush.
"Come on, you two, sit down on the couch with me and tell me what you've been up to," she said.
The boys did as she asked, sitting very close to her, so close that their thighs actually touched hers. Again, she got the same unsettling feeling that she'd had before. They were acting as if she was still their funny auntie and they were little kids, as if physical contact between them was normal, correct, even desirable. She was not so sure it was any of those things. She didn't like the feelings, the ideas she was getting as she was sandwiched between the two of them. Unfortunately, she was far too tipsy to gracefully rise and cross to the seat opposite, so she just sat there and listened to them talk.
Rick, it turned out, was in his junior year of college and he fully intended to follow in his father's footsteps and become a lawyer. Bob, on the other hand, was just starting at the university and seemed a bit bewildered by the number of important choices to be made.
She found it difficult to actually concentrate on what they were saying to her, even though she managed to nod and smile in all the right places. She kept thinking crazy things, sexy things, things that she knew she shouldn't be thinking. She was very aware of the proximity of their loins. Her fingers were only about a foot from their genitalia.
The idea of reaching out and touching their cocks, both at once, raged through her head like a firestorm.
"Are you all right, Aunt Sarah?" Rick said, looking at her with concern.
Aunt Sarah's cheeks were horribly flushed and her breathing had become deep and labored.
She shook her head. "I'm not used to drinking," she said, apologetically. "I guess I had too much spiced wine down in the bar. It was dumb of me."
She saw the expressions on their faces change when she named the type of liquor she'd been drinking. An alcoholic wouldn't drink mulled wine. Only little old ladies and kindly, chilled aunts drank that stuff.
"Maybe you'd like to go to bed?" Bob said. "We could just wait out here until the call about the room."
"Yes, I think I would," she said. She was afraid that she would do something, say something terrible if she stayed in the same room as them. She didn't want to scare or disgust them; she loved them both dearly.
Rick helped her up and Bob opened the door to her bedroom. Then the two of them hugged and kissed her, telling her how glad they were that the three of them could be together again.
Only when she'd closed the door and turned to her empty bed did she allow the tears to flow. Tears of love, tears of shame at how she'd let her mind pervert the simple, perfect platonic adoration her nephews felt for her. To think of their love in sexual terms was an abomination. She threw herself down on the bed and sobbed into the coverlet, doing her best to muffle the noise so Rick and Bob wouldn't hear.
To them, she was the same person who had cared for them, protecting them when they were children. She hadn't changed to them, but they had certainly changed to her. Not once when they were little boys had she ever had one unclean thought about them, even when she bathed them, actually touching their private parts. Now that they had both come of age, things were suddenly radically different. She yearned for them the way a woman yearns for an attractive man. It was shocking, it was revolting, but it was undeniably true.
If she'd been able to consider her situation rationally, she would've understood the reason for her perverted desire. She had found herself suddenly alone in the world, alone and vulnerable.
She was afraid to expose herself, to meet new men, to face possible rejection. In her nephews, she saw raw male beauty and the innocent, unquestioning devotion of children. With them, she felt she was risking less; she felt that they would understand, forgive, that they would love her totally, the way she so desperately longed to be loved.
None of this was available to her conscious mind, however. All she knew was that she hungered for their bodies as she'd hungered for nothing else on earth ... and that hunger made her sick to her stomach. She continued to cry and revile herself for her lechery until the catharsis of the weeping drained her of all her energy. Then she slept.
Time passed, but she was not aware of it. She slept peacefully without dreaming, curled up in a fetal position on the bed. Then a dream began to take shape in her unconscious mind. She was in a small room, a room with stucco walls. Everything was dim and there was a haze in the air that could have been smoke. In the center of the room, illuminated by a hot pink spotlight and elevated to a height level with her chin, was a huge erect cock and a pair of massive, shifting balls. They were a young cock and balls, velvety soft, brand new looking and very, very eager.
The head of the spotlighted penis was a great swollen mushroom of dark red with a cleft in the middle, divided so that a plump half dome stood on either side of the small orifice, the tumescent slot that held in suspension a single pearly drop of semen. The fat, puffy rim of the dick cap throbbed visibly and on every pulse the milky cock threatened to break free, to trickle down over the pendulous folds of skin, the nerve bundle that hung directly below the slot, to dribble down the straining underside of the shaft, over rigid sinews and ligaments, over soda straw veins, over smooth pink skin and down over the slowly rotating balls and wildly curling brown hairs and the goose-flesh of follicles that covered them.
This was most certainly not the miniscule, limp-stemmed cock and tiny balls of her recently departed husband, and yet, they were not sex parts of a complete stranger, either. There was something familiar, disturbingly familiar about them.
Sarah inhaled deeply and a moan instantly escaped from her lips. The whole room absolutely seethed with the scent of aroused manhood, the raw, musty, palate-rasping odor of male musk, the olfactory Call to Fuck. The comforting rectilinear geometry of the walls and ceiling shimmered and threatened to dissolve as she stood there, panting, breathing in the heady fumes.
She recognized the symptoms all right. She was going into heat. She was turned on and then some. Her breathing became more and more difficult; her cheeks were on fire. Her nipples commenced to swell, to ache with longing ... big bubble gum pink rings expanding over the ends of her large, pale, slightly droopy tipped tits ... and then to shrink, to draw up into angry, taunting red stubs. And between her slender thighs, there among the sense honey brown fur that covered her pussy, at the apex of her slit, a delicious tingling sensation had begun. It rippled up over her soft belly and down her legs. She could feel the lips of her cunt begin to react, to start to smooch apart, to expose the glistening, hot pink flesh between them. And when she took that first hesitant step toward the arching manmeat, she felt her own copious juices, super hot and super slick, welling forth, drenching her soft pubes, brushing the insides of her thighs, painting them with moisture.
"OOOH, IT'S BEEN SO LONG...." Sarah said, her voice a soft husky sigh that was almost a sob.
She moved forward with difficulty ... SO VERY LONG."
She wanted to fuck in the worst way. She needed that cock inside her, needed to feel the mouth of her pussy clamped down about the thick root with the entire red hot shaft buried deep in her body, needed to feel its mammoth girth sliding in and out of her, to feel the rubbery bulb bumping over her slippery inner ridges and valleys, sawing over her tender clitoris, to feel the crisp nest of hairs that sat above the base of the cock like a small, unkempt toupee rasping against her vagina lips, setting off the fireworks in her cunt and mind. She needed to cum around that flipping rod, to grip it with the muscles of her pussy, to milk it, to squeeze the joy from those swollen balls until the marvelous, searing spasm began, until her orgasming cunt was washed in the fountains of hot sperm.
She quickly stripped out of her clothes, peeling her slick panties down over her round, womanly hips, exposing her nude body to the invisible man. She teased him ... and herself ... unmercifully, showing him her ripe tits, her smooth belly, her full hips, her long legs, and her drooling cunt. And, all the while, she stroked herself, running her hands over her breasts, mashing them up against her chest so that they appeared as two perfect full moons, tugging at her own nipples, stretching them out and twisting them, digging her fingernails into the soft donut of her tummy, and probing down into the damp brown fur with her fingertips, peeling back her love-starved flaps, pinching at her pink pea of a clit, and hissing through clenched teeth at the flurries of pleasure that exploded in her cunt.
She scarcely made any sound at all; there was only the noise of her heavy breathing, her high-pitched whimpering. Then the long cock began to twitch and jerk violently in anticipation of the fucking to come. The bloated bulb flipped up and back, out of the circle of pink light, out of sight, to bump against a naked chest somewhere in the darkness and make a moist, smacking sound, and then to drop back into view ... with slick, white goo smeared all over its blind, throbbing countenance.
Sarah moved forward, reaching up for the thick shaft of the cock. Her mouth filled with hot saliva as she thought about how she was going to smother that sticky knob with passionate kisses, with hungry licks; she was going to take the whole swollen thing in her mouth and feel the velvety skin, the intense heat, the amazing girth against her tongue, her lips, her cheeks.
Her arm stretched out; her straining fingertips were bathed in hot pink light. Her fist closed about the flaring bulb. It was cold. Shockingly cold. Cold like ice, like metal. And far, far too hard to be flesh.
Sarah awoke with a start, her heart hammering up under her chin. Her hand was gripping a doorknob and she was kneeling on the floor of her bedroom, stark naked.
"Oh, my God, my God, my God," she moaned, softly, her long lashes fluttering, her hand slipping from the doorknob, her whole body going limp and sinking in a heap on the wall-to-wall carpet. She trembled all over as the realization of what she had almost done hit her.
What was she thinking of?!! What was happening to her?!!
She lay there and shivered, torturing herself with the possibilities, the consequences of her action. If the door had been open, she thought, then what? Would she have actually crawled out to the living room and tried to mount one of her astonished nephews?! Would she have jerked his cock from his pants and pushed the tender tool up her juicy cunt and fucked him long and hard until he spurted inside her while his brother watched?
Sarah was filled with revulsion and something else ... something entirely different. She felt horribly let down, as if she had been doing some heavy petting with a man and then, before the actual screwing could begin something interrupted the proceedings. She wished the dream had continued, that the sturdy cock had entered her, that it had begun to move inside her, long enough at least to bring her to the point of orgasm.
She shook her head, trying desperately to clear it. She told herself that she wasn't really some kind of sex fiend. She told herself that over and over again ... but she couldn't convince herself that it was true. The proof was in the pudding and there she was, naked, panting, her vagina all sticky wet and puffy at the thought of committing incest with her nephews. Then it struck her that if the boys were still in her living room that they might have overheard the whole thing, her plaintive moaning and groaning, sounds of animal hunger! She could not take the not-knowing. If they had overheard, if they were out there snickering into their hands over their wicked auntie, she could never face them again and would have to leave Aspen immediately.
She got up from the rug and put on her robe, then pressed her ear to the bedroom door. There were no sounds coming from the living room and there was no light coming from under the door. Emboldened, she turned the knob and opened the door.
She was relieved to see that they'd left. There was only one pair of doors locked in the suite, and even in the dark Sarah could find them. She stood directly in front of the doors, the fingers of her right hand moving nervously. She thought about opening the door and peeking in on them, and a rush of thrills nearly lifted off the top of her skull. What if they slept in the nude? What if, in their sleep, their cocks had become big and hard? Would she be able to stand it? Would she be able to keep her hands off them? Or would she rush in and take the nearest nephew? Take him and his cock in hand and love him like an auntie is never supposed to love her nephew?
A sound from the other side of the door broke her train of thought. It was a long sigh, a breathy "Oooooh!" that raised the short hairs on the back of her neck. It sounded like Bob. Sarah put her ear to the door and heard an odd, rhythmic, squeaking sound, the sound of bedsprings creaking ... creaking in answer to what?
As the moaning from the adjoining room became louder and more urgent and the squeaking came faster and faster, her mouth went dry. She knew what Bob was doing in there. There was no doubt about it: her nephew was playing with himself, masturbating his cock.
But what to do?!! Sarah was consumed by maternal rage, a throwback to her babysitting days, a powerful desire to punish the offending child, while at the same time her mind was filled with feverish and highly stimulating images of Bob's young cock slogging through clenched fist, of thick, ropy jissum spewing out, falling, splattering over his sweaty stomach. In the wake of her confusion only one thing remained clear: she had to make him stop. She was so excited that she could barely grip the doorknob, far too excited to notice that the front of her robe was not securely fastened. She opened the door a crack, peering in to the adjoining room.
There, in the semi-darkness, she could see the two boys in their twin beds. Rick was the furthest away and his back was turned to Bob and the open door. Bob was lying on his back in his bed, his hair dark against the pillow, the covers turned down, his body naked, thighs wide apart, and his hand sliding up and down his rigid cock.
Sarah tried to swallow the huge lump in her throat. It was only the second man's cock that she'd ever actually seen in full erection and what Bob had was enormous compared to Ronald's. A great, hulking, rock-hard cudgel that looked far too big for his body, that actually dwarfed his hips and thighs. And below his pumping fist, under the thick base of his dick, his nut sac was stretched tightly over his massive balls. As the young man masturbated, he thrust his hips up and down, driving his tool through his hand, causing the bed to shriek and complain.
The sight of Bob arousing himself with such vigor, such unabashed delight, almost leveled Sarah's super ego, her sense of right and wrong. As she watched dumbfounded, her own hungry sex began to glow like a small oven between her thighs, sending wave after wave of tickling joy f lying up over her tummy. She wanted that up curving cock in the worst way. She wanted to swoop down on it with open mouth, to gulp it down, to wrap her moist lips about the straining base and suck with all her might ... and yet, something, some last vestige of middle class morality, made her once again hesitate, made her once again consider the potential harm she might do.
Then, as his fist flew up and down, making the knob end of his cock vibrate at a furious speed, turning it into a red blur, as the bed creaked in counterpoint, Bob began to moan over and over, "OOOOH, AUNT SARAH! SARAH, COME ON!!"
She gasped. Bob's masturbation fantasy was about her! He was dreaming that it was her pussy sliding down his dick, her lips, her tongue caressing his balls. He wanted her in the same way she wanted him. It was too thrilling, too much, too much for her to bear. Oblivious to the sleeping form of her other nephew, dry-mouthed, palms aching, she slipped into the room and stepped up beside Bob's bed.
"Bob, what on earth are you doing?!" she said in a whisper.
Bob instantly froze on the bed, cock-in-hand. His blue eyes were glazed with pleasure and his smooth, hairless chest heaved mightily as he struggled to catch his breath. He was very, very close to orgasm. Then, as it dawned on him that he'd been caught dead to rights, his face and neck slowly turned red. He let go of his cock, which instantly snapped back up into his sternum and lay there flexing, and reached for the sheet to cover himself.
"Oh, wow, Aunt Sarah. . he stammered weakly, pulling the sheet up to his chin. "Wow, I ... uhh...."
Sarah fiddled nervously with the pockets of her robe, her eyes glued to his shrouded groin. Under the permanent press sheet, his cock lay like a log upon his belly, pointing lewdly up at his chin, and it seemed to glow right through the fabric, to radiate a ruddy, lusty energy.
"What have you been doing to yourself?" she said, thickly.
Bob's cock answered for him. It lurched up beneath the white sheet, pitching a steep sided tent over his crotch.
"Oh, wow," he groaned miserably.
"You were playing with your penis, weren't you?" she said, staring at the broad, throbbing head of his sheet swaddled prick.
Bob closed his eyes tightly and nodded, admitting his guilt.
"Aren't you a little old to be doing something like that?" she said. "That's something only little boys do because they can't find anyone else to do it for them."
Bob's eyes opened wide.
"Do you do it to yourself often?" she asked.
The young man shrugged, looking as if he wanted to shrink and disappear.
"Don't you have any girlfriends?"
"Sure, I do," he said, defensively, "but none of them are here tonight. Sometimes I just have to get off. It's either that or my head feels like it's going to explode."
"Bob," she said, her voice choked with emotion, "when you were playing with yourself just now who were you thinking about, who were you pretending it was?"
Bob gawked at her. His ears turned red to the tips. "Damned!" he moaned.
"Was it some girl at school?"
He shook his head, but said nothing.
"Who then? Tell me," she insisted.
"If I do, you'll think terrible things about me," he said.
"No, I won't. I promise."
Bob said softly, "It was you."
His words cut right to the core of her being, set her heart pounding, her nipples throbbing. She spoke without thinking, the sentence rushing from her lips before she could stop it.
"Bob, I want to touch your cock," she said.
"Huh?!"
"I want to feel it," she repeated, nodding her head at the rigid pole beneath the sheet.
"But Rick," he protested feebly, pointing at the still sleeping form of his brother not five feet away in the other bed.
"We'll be very quiet," she said. "We won't wake him."
There was a terrible yearning in Bob's eyes. Then he snapped them shut and swallowed hard. When he opened his eyes the longing was still there. "But it's wrong for us, for you and I to . ... Ohh!" he cried.
Sarah's hand closed the blazing, sheet-hooded head of his cock, squeezing it passionately, as she so longed to do. "OH, BOB, IT'S SO HOT!" she whined, rubbing the heavy knob into her palm.
"OOOH, WOW!" he groaned, writhing under her expert and exquisite manipulation.
The swollen bulb filled her fist, not only with its mammoth girth, but with its fiery heat, and made her palm ache with hunger. She slipped her other hand about the wide base and gave the shaft a quick pumping caress.
"Oooooh!" Bob moaned, slitting his eyes against the pleasure that rushed down over his balls.
"If you want me to stop," she said, thickly, "tell me, Bob, and I will. .
Bob clawed at the sheets, shuddering as she drove the shrouded cock through her tight fist. He didn't want her to stop. Not ever.
As her fist slid up and down the arching rod, she squeezed it in a fluttering, spastic, maddening stroke, and the insistent milking caress almost immediately brought a dark, wet stain to the sheet over his knob.
"OOH, IT'S LEAKING!" she crooned. "I WANT TO SEE IT." With no further ado, she jerked the sheet out from under his chin and hauled it down to his knees, causing his cock to be dragged down with it. For a split second, the angry, drooling head pointed at his toes, and then, following its natural bent, it snapped back abruptly.
"Uhhh!" Bob said, as his bloated cap slapped against his chest, depositing a sticky splotch of liquid there before lurching to the perpendicular.
Bob eyed the warm, milky fluid with distaste. Sarah eyed it with delight. Ignoring the turgid tube of meat that bobbed and throbbed under her very nose, ignoring her own conscience, she groaned from low in her belly and threw her face down on his chest, pressing her moist mouth down on the goo, goo that shone like melted pearl upon his smooth skin.
"GOD! AUNT SARAH!" he squealed, clutching at her silky hair, trying to lift her kissing, sucking lips, her swirling tongue from the thick juice on his sternum.
But Sarah would not be denied her taste of his juices. The musky scent, the sticky consistency, the salty flavor assaulted her senses and she had to have it all. Whimpering, the lovely woman bathed her nephew's breastbone with hungry kisses, licking away every drop of the precious fluid, while the boy writhed and squirmed in ecstasy.
"God, that tastes too good," she moaned, pushing up off him, feeling the sex heat rising in her cheeks, in her nipples, in her pussy. As she looked into his eyes, she slid her right hand down over his flat, muscular stomach, down over the crisp nest of brown pubic hairs, and captured the broad root of his cock between her thumb and forefinger.
"OOOOHHHHH!" Bob crooned, as the feverish fingers closed about his cock.
"Open your eyes, Bob," she said, huskily. "I want you to see everything."
When he did as she asked, she pulled the front of her robe open, allowing the heavy-tipped mounds to slip out. "Do you like them?" she asked, leaning forward, making them appear as two delectable cones of supple flesh.
Bob was speechless. His adam's apple bobbed violently as he tried to swallow the copious slobber that welled up in his mouth.
"Bob, would you like to suck them? Ooooh, I'd love for you to. I really would, honey," she said, waggling her tits at him, offering them to him.
Bob reached out with trembling fingers and took hold of both her breasts. He caressed them very, very gently, as if afraid they would break.
Waves of pleasure rushed from Sarah's captive nipples to her clit. "Oo-oh, honey, honey," she said, putting her hand over his, mashing his fingers down harder into her resilient tits. "Squeeze them harder. Harder."
Bob pushed her breasts up against her chest, flattening them out, grinding them and their hard hot nipples into his palms. He marveled at the way they shifted under his fingers, as if they were filled with a heavy, creamy liquid. "Oh, now," he muttered, and his breathing came in short, stuttering gasps.
Sarah pumped her fist up and down his cock, making the velvety outer sheath slide over the rigid inner bone, sending flurries of excitement coursing down his shaft. She leaned further forward, until her breasts were directly over his mouth and then she said, "Bob, honey, it feels so good to hold your penis. Ooooh, it's been so long since I touched one ... so very long. Now, Bob, please suck my tits. Please, honey."
Bob hungrily stuffed the peak of her right tit into his open mouth. Sarah stiffened and sucked air in between her clenched teeth as the heat of his lips, the moisture of his tongue, engulfed her nubbin. His mouth made a tight, puckering ring, his cheeks went concave, and then he began to suck furiously, working the stiff stub back and forth with his tongue, stretching the entire reddened peak of her tit far from the milk white dome.
"OOOOH, HONEY! HONEY!!" she cried as the joy exploded between her legs, as the nibbling of his teeth on her tender meat sent her clit into throes of ecstasy. In her excitement she twisted his cock hard, causing the dick sheath below her fist to wrinkle, to rumple up about the base of his cock, causing the sheath above her grip to be drawn down tightly over the cock head, making the flaring cap flatten, the broad bulb elongate. Her powerful wringing stroke drew forth a pulse of pre-cum from the depths of his balls and the tablespoon of pale fluid oozed from the constrained cap, down over his tightly stretched nerve bundle, to run over the back of her hand in a white wave.
"OH! OH, WAIT! STOP!!" she pleaded, dragging her agitated nipple from his mouth. She threw her slim leg over his hips, kneeling, straddling him, and scooted down on the bed until her head hung directly over his cock, until her swaying tits brushed the tops of his thighs. She relaxed her grip on his root and proceeded to dab and smear the sticky pre-cum all over the knob end of his prick.
"Now, Bob," she said, breathlessly, "I'm going to French your cock."
"Huh?!" the panting boy said.
"THAT'S RIGHT, HONEY. I'M GOING TO LICK AND SUCK IT UNTIL YOU CUM. UNTIL YOU CUM RIGHT IN MY MOUTH," she told him, dropping to her elbows, bending the head of his cock down toward his stomach.
"God!!" Bob wailed as he felt her hot breath gust over his balls.
Sarah then inhaled and her nostrils were ravaged by the raw, tumescent man-scent. She parted her lips and a streamer of crystal clear drool escaped, falling onto his drum tight scrotum. Oblivious to the boy's violent, shuddering reaction to her slobber drenching his gonads, she pressed her trembling lips down onto the root of his cock, at the point where it joined his hairy sac. "Uhhh!" she groaned at the feel of enraged penis, at the stark, salty taste of it upon her tongue.
Bob jerked as if she'd given him a dose of electro-shock, his hips bucking up from the bed reflexively, and then began murmuring, over and over, "Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah...."
The horny woman lapped at his cock hungrily, curling her tongue about it, giving it root-to-tip licks like it was some kind of meat popsicle. She bathed the smooth underside with her saliva, sweeping away the residue of pre-cum, lashing her tongue tip back and forth across the pendulous folds of his nerve bundle, making the boy's hips flip spastically.
"OOOH, HONEY, I DO LOVE YOUR BIG DICK," she whined, swirling her tongue over the blind face of his cock, seesawing it over his bubbling slot. "I LOVE THE TASTE OF IT, THE FEEL OF IT IN MY MOUTH...."
Bob could not believe the thrills she was giving him. Her juicy tongue drooled hot slobber all over his cock. Her lips sucked and her teeth nibbled at every inch of it. The sight of her loving it with such total abandon, such overwhelming hunger, drove him right up the wall.
"I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT ALL, BOB," she said, popping the shining bulb into her mouth.
Bob's hips bucked and he jerked his whole upper body up from the bed as the marvelous heat of her mouth engulfed his hard prick. "OH!!" he cried, watching through pleasure-slitted eyes, seeing the way her cheeks puffed out to accommodate the girth of his helmet, seeing the way her beautiful lips smooched down over the fat cap rim.
Sarah held his dickhead still in her mouth for a long moment, wallowing in a sexy sensation, in the way it stretched her cheeks and made her jaws ache, and she loved it, loved the intense heat, the velvety softness of the skin, the salty taste of his sperm. Cock-in-mouth, she looked up at him and saw that once again his eyes were glazed with ecstasy, and knew that she held him on the brink of orgasm. The bulb in her mouth throbbed ominously. Slowly she thrust his cock into her throat, letting it fill her to the point of pain, taking the whole straining shaft into her gullet until the head bumped against something solid and unyielding deep inside her. Thus impaled, transfixed by her own nephew's arching penis, Sarah went into delirium. Waves of scorching heat washed over her face as she twisted the tightly stretched ring of her lips about the root of his cock, as those moist lips brushed his crisp pubes, as deep inside her body, his cock rubbed over the walls of her throat. Then, whimpering from the fever, she slowly disgorged the dripping red shaft. Her mouth slipped from the purpling head and a strand of thick drool momentarily connected them, then broke, falling down over her chin and the side of her neck.
"Do you like that, honey?" she said, hoarsely. "Do you like for me to do that to you?"
Bob shivered, his eyes wild with passion, and reached for her ears. Clumsily, he tried to force her mouth back down over the head of his cock back down into the delicious depths of her throat.
"No, honey," she said, smiling at him, brushing his hands away. "I have something even better ... even sexier for you ... for us." She scooted her body forward, pressing her tits right into his uptight balls, forcing his cock to slip into her deep, hot, silky cleavage. Then she gripped her own sumptuous tits, mashing them together, trapping his cock between them, actually bending her boobs around his shaft and squeezing them so tightly around it that the head of his cock, protruding from the top of her cleavage, had turned purple.
"Wow!" Bob croaked, as she began to move her hands, as she began to slide her tits up and down his cock. Hs prickhead popped in and out of her tits like some mulberry-colored jack in the box and every time the broad rim bumped its way out, it caused the supple domes to jiggle deliciously.
"Mmmmmm," Sarah cooed, bending her neck down and tucking her chin into the hollow of her throat. She thrust her open mouth down on his dickhead, pushing the entire bulb into her mouth until her lips slipped down over the fat helmet rim.
Bob blinked in amazement as he watched her go down on him, as her smooth cheeks went concave, her lips sucking on his cock with mind-boggling force, her tongue flipping back and forth across his nerve center, and all the while her hands were manipulating her silky breasts up and down his cock, tossing him off at an ever-increasing speed.
Sarah could feel the excitement peaking in him, feel it in the pulsation of his penis upon her tongue, feel it in the heat of his balls upon her stomach. She nursed on his knob with all her might and whipped her fits faster over his burning rod, actually bumping them up against her lips, coaxing, teasing the precious fluid up the tumescent pipe toward her mouth.
Then a drop of something hot and salty spurted over the back of her tongue and she went wild, making frantic, sloppy sucking sounds as she tried to bring on the deluge.
"UHHHHH!!!" Bob wailed, arching up from the bed into a sitting position as his balls exploded in joy.
Suddenly, Sarah's mouth was inundated by his cloudy charge. A boiling gusher of sperm splattered over the roof of her mouth, choking her. Moaning through her nose, the lovely woman held her tits still and let her nephew screw her cleavage at his own manic tempo, while she kept her lips fastened leech-like about his spewing bulb. The second wave shot forth and she swallowed greedily, her adam's apple bobbing furiously to keep up with the sticky tide.
Then, to give him an even more devastating thrill, she allowed the glistening knob to slip from her lips, but held it against her face at the comer of her shining mouth.
"OOOHHH, AAAGGGHHH!" Bob howled as his penis convulsed with ecstasy, as the third volley spat forth, as thick white sperm fountained over her upturned face, over her puckered lips, her sweet nose, her blushing cheeks.
"OOOH, I LOVE IT!!" she said, wheezing with excitement as the tendrils of gummy white drenched her radiant features, as she caught the falling droplets upon her tongue. "I LOVE IT!"
As Sarah scooped the pale cum beads from his slot with her pink tongue tip, Bob went into yet another violent convulsion. Without an instant's hesitation, she pushed his still-cumming cock back into her mouth, driving it back into her throat and forcing her lips down to is hairy base. As her pouty lips dove down, they pushed in front of them a white wave of glistening white jissum.
Whining like a kicked puppy, Bob leaned forward and grabbed the back of her head, holding her mouth still and finishing the job for himself. He flipped his hips, making his cock dart through the tight ring of her lips, fucking her throat passionately until the last flurry of pleasure rippled up his cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Even though his spurting had stopped, Sarah did not want to give him up. She raised her head, making her lips slide up his shining pole, only to drive them down again, to give them a sexy twist at the root of his cock. He was, if anything, even harder than before, even bigger, and it was all she could do to get him down.
Bob lay back, panting, and watched her continue to suck and swallow his cock. His toes curled up every time she bottomed him, every time her puckering lips touched his pubes.
Finally, she let his dripping cap pop from her mouth and his cock snapped to full, straining attention.
"Oooh--honey, that was so good," she whispered, turning her head to the side to see if the racket they'd made had roused Rick from his slumber. The older boy seemed to have turned in his sleep, but he was still breathing deeply and slowly.
"Don't worry about Rick," Bob said, hoarsely, "he can sleep through anything."
She nuzzled his scrotum, kissing his gonads passionately. In her mind, there was no guilt over what she had just done; there was only eager anticipation of what was to come.
At the touch of her lips upon his bag, Bob shuddered and threw his thighs apart, giving her complete access to his furry balls. "Lick them," he said, huskily. "Please, lick them...."
Sarah had every intention of doing just that, but first she removed her robe. Bob stared slack-jawed at her nakedness, hypnotized by the hairy mound between her slender thighs, by the gaping pink slit that divided it.
She opened her legs a bit, letting him peer at her pussy, at the smooth domes of her buttocks behind it. "Do you like my pussy?" she asked.
"It's beautiful!" he gasped.
The poor boy was practically chomping at the bit. All his concern for the rightness of what they were doing vanished as he was consumed by the primal urge to fuck.
"Bob, I want you to have a good look at it," she said, smiling, swinging her leg over his chest, straddling him so that her pussy hung just above his face and her face hung just above his balls.
Bob looked up at her bare pussy. He swallowed hard. It was-rimmed by honey-hued, curling hairs, an ellipse of hot pink, of glistening sex flesh. He leered at the pair of outer labia, so swollen, so ready for a fuck that they were actually peeled back, and the inner lips which hung like the flaps of a tiny, moist tent. In the gap between those slick inner lips he could see the juicy entrance to her tube, the mouth of her sex. The scent of aroused cunt washed over his face and he groaned aloud at the keen, foxy scent. His cock began doing flip-flops on his stomach like a beached whale. Above the tender slit, he could see her asshole, a rosebud of flesh that puckered and twitched as she moved. And lower down, on the other side of the hairy mound, past her smooth belly, he could see her tits swaying sexily.
"GO ON, BOB, TOUCH IT," she said, pausing to blow hot air upon his balls. "FEEL MY PUSSY." With that, she lowered her mouth to his scrotum and began to lap at his gonads hungrily, sucking at the wrinkly, chicken skin sac, popping his tender orbs in and out of her mouth.
Bob slid his hands up the inside of her thighs and tentatively touched the angry swollen flaps. Sarah moaned into his balls and instantly his cock snapped up, slapping into her tits.
"THEY'RE SO HOT ... SO WET!" he exclaimed, tracing circles around their hairy periphery.
"Oooh, honey! Here...." Sarah said, reaching back and taking his middle finger in her hand. "Like this, do it like this." She plunged his finger right up her cunt to the knuckle.
"Wow!" Bob moaned as the slick, raging folds of her pussy parted over his fingertip, as his aunt commenced to whip his finger in and out of her pussy with a vengeance.
"OOOOOOH! DO ME, BOB! DO ME!!" she wailed, letting go of his finger and returning her full attention to his drum tight sac.
Bob didn't have to be asked twice. He darted his finger about wildly, twisting it, making it brush the juicy walls of her cunt. Hot lubricant sputtered from her pussy on the back thrusts and fell down upon his naked chest.
"UHH! UHH!" Sarah groaned each time his finger touched her clitoris. "OOOOOH, HONEY," she whined, "PUT ANOTHER ONE IN ... GIVE ME MORE ... MORE...."
Bob paired his middle and forefingers and corkscrewed them up her cunt, marveling at the way her pussy stretched to accommodate them, at the stimulating effect the penetration had on her.
"UHHHH!" she wailed, flipping her round ass back into his finger thrust, impaling herself completely on his digits. Then she began to roll her hips in short, pumping strokes, making the fingers fly up her tube. By the third lunge, the fingers were dripping with lubricant and her pussy was sputtering. By the fifth lunge, she was cumming all over herself. Her hot cuntmouth clamped down on the plunging digits, milking them in powerful, rhythmic convulsions as the top of her head came off.
"OOOOH! OOOOOOHH" she crooned, nuzzling her nose under his bag, poking at the tight, red hot ring of his anus with it. She was lifted by a wave of pure pleasure to a towering height and then dashed against cliffs of joy. She began to whimper like a lost child as the wave repeatedly lifted and dashed her, obliterating her consciousness.
Bob watched spellbound as the ravenous pussy gobbled his fingers. The angry, blubbering flaps dove down to his knuckles, burying his fingers in hot, buttered velvet, grinding the anguished flesh into them, then darted back, leaving behind a snail's trail of slippery, fragrant dew. As the slick tube swallowed his digits, it squeezed them in wild, fluttering spasms that rippled inward, ever inward, as if trying to draw the paired probes even deeper into her body, as if trying to engulf his entire hand.
Sarah bucked and humped, her hips churning, turning the lubricant into a bubbling froth, dragging her orgasm out to its outer limit. She kept her mouth glued to his balls, her tongue licking and drooling over them, her Ups sucking on them gently. Her face was buried in his pubic hairs; they tickled her nose, her cheeks, her chin. The animal scent of his crotch, wild and untamed, filled her nostrils and rasped her palate.
It was all Bob could do to lie still while his scrotum was being attended to in such a passionate manner. Waves of amazing heat washed over his nuts as Sarah applied her tongue to the uptight orbs. It made his cock head throb and tingle something fierce.
When it seemed that Sarah was going to continue impaling herself until she reached a second orgasm, that she was going to suck on Bob's balls until he, too, came, the blonde woman ceased her violent gyrations. She dragged her inflamed pussy forward, pulling his fingers from her cunt. A great gout of trapped juice slipped from her font and fell onto the moaning boy's stomach, showering his jerking cock with lubricant.
"Wow!" he said, as the heat and slickness of the cunt juice registered in the sensors of his cock. The hulking rod commenced to thump against his breastbone agitatedly.
"MMMMMM-NUMMMMMM," Sarah said, grinding her lips over the friction-reddened gooseflesh of his balls. Then she removed her mouth from him and turned to face him.
Bob looked at his aunt's face and whimpered, his cock pounding his sternum unmercifully. The whole lower half of her lovely face was flushed, abraded by the crisp nest of his pubes. Her Ups were especially red and appeared swollen and tender, not unlike the hinder pair of lips he had so recently diddled. Upon her smooth cheeks hung a few stray pubes.
"Honey, honey," he said softly, "do you want to fuck me now?"
Bob gawked at her dripping, gaping gash.
"OOOOOH, I WANT YOU TO," she said. "I WANT YOUR COCK POUNDING AWAY INSIDE ME, TURNING ME INSIDE OUT, TURNING ME INTO JELLY "
Bob's penis thumped in triple time.
"I'm going to fuck you good, honey. So good that it'll drive you crazy, so good that you'll be cumming again in no time. Cumming way deep inside me."
Bob's face turned dark red, dangerously red, as the primal fever devoured him. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. Then he reached up for her, to turn her over on her back, to climb up onto her well-padded saddle, to shove his cock into her juicy channel.
"No, honey," she told him, pushing his hands away. "Not like that. We can't see anything like that...." She smiled down at him. " ... and I want you to see everything, all of it. To see your cock going in and out of my pussy, to see what you're getting."
Once again, Bob stared, slack-jawed.
"Lay back, honey," she said, pushing him down. "Now pick up your knees. Make a little ramp for me.
Sarah adjusted the angle of his thighs and then crawled over them, hunkering over his crotch, her feet on either side of his hips, her knees out-flung, her silky buttocks leaning against his knees, her widely spread pussy hanging a foot or so above his balls. She put both hands on her pussy, her fingertips lifting the heavy flaps and spreading them, opening her whole slit for his inspection.
"Uhhh!" he groaned as he looked into the creamy pink flesh of her cunt, as he peered right up the juicy tube that was soon going to swallow his rigid cock.
Sarah let go of her labia, but they remained peeled back like the petals of some furious orchid. She reached down and picked Bob's cock up from his stomach.
"Oh," he said, blinking rapidly as her hand bent his cock up to the perpendicular, aiming the bloated, velvety head toward her pussy. Even turned back as her cuntlips were, even gaping wide open as her pussy was, it seemed highly un-likely that she would be able to shove all his meat into her. The bulb of his penis seemed to be as large as her entire mound.
Holding his cock in one hand and masturbating it teasingly, Sarah fiddled about with the apex of her cunt, searching for and finding the hard nub of her clit. She caught the sex nubbin between her thumb and forefinger and as she continued to wring and pump on Bob's cock, she rolled the sensitive tissue in her fingers.
Almost instantly, her soft belly began to ripple and Bob watched in astonishment as her pussy followed suit, as the pouting fuck mouth began to smooch in and out most provocatively, animated by the powerful muscle spasms of orgasm.
"OOOOOH, HONEY!" she wailed, sliding her buns up and down the tops of his thighs, making the red hot opening of her pussy bump into the head of his cock, smearing that swollen knob with shining, unctuous juice.
The brisk self-titillation had an immediate and dramatic effect on the flow of lubricant escaping from her pussy: instead of merely oozing out a few droplets at a time, it began to rush out in a torrent, a river of crystal clear liquid that washed over the, head of Bob's cock, coating it with shimmering goo.
To Bob it felt like his wick had been dipping in super-heated, super-viscous oil ... oil that rolled down over the shaft of his cock in steaming beads.
"OOOOH, I'M GETTING SO JUICY, HONEY!" she cried, shaking her ass, grinding her buttocks into his thighs, wiggling her pussy above his tumescent cock. "OOOOH, I'M SO READY FOR YOUR BIG DICK."
She lowered the mouth of her cunt down onto the head of his prick. The tiny pink tent sat atop the purpling domed cap like a party hat on an elephant's head.
But the heat of her flaps was truly "awesome. Bob clawed at the sheets as the searing flesh caressed his slot, as it spread more slick fluid over his broad bulb, making a squishy, sucking sound.
"NOW, HONEY! NOW!" she hissed, sliding her ass down the ramp of his thighs, dropping her cunt on the heavy cap, trying to ram the well-lubed head into her hungry pussy.
Only the first third of the knob disappeared into her gash ... and even that part didn't really enter her cunt, but merely slipped in under the pendulous drapery of her labia.
"OWWWW!!!" she shrieked as her body came to an abrupt halt on the point of his cock. Her large tits bounced at the violence of the impact, as did the supple flesh of her thighs.
Bob groaned, too. Her entire weight came down on the tip of his cock, but the insensate stick of meat refused to buckle, to bend. For a crazy instant her whole agitated sex sort of dimpled around the head and it looked as if the gross bulb would drive right through her, catching outer labia, inner labia, pubic fuzz and most of her well-padded mound on its flaring rim and taking it all right up inside her cunt with it ... but then her battered pudenda bounced off.
"UHHHHGNNNN!" she grunted, quickly raising and lowering her hot bottom on his thighs, ramming the head once more into her opening.
Bob felt the stinging impact and then the tip of his cock slipped a bit ... not much, barely an inch, but it gave the young man a taste of the tight, tender thrills to come. "Aunt Sarah!" he moaned as the head of his cock was forced back out of the slippery cavity by her convulsive muscle spasm.
Sarah shuddered and whinnied softly. She'd almost had him that time. So close, so very close. She'd felt the mouth of her cunt begin to stretch; to tear, to accommodate his girth, and then the incredible thickness of his penis begin to enter her. She knew that she'd never be the same inside after she'd fucked him; she knew that his heavy cock would iron out all the wrinkles in her pussy.
"Bob ... my darling, my sweet boy," she crooned huskily, twisting her smooth bottom, making her gushing cunt chum back and forth over the head of his dick, making the entrance to her pussy squirm over the cap, to squirm down over the slippery cap.
"OOOH!" she squealed, biting her lower lip, slitting her eyes against the pain, her entire face twisting up into a sexy sneer. "OOOH, HONEY!! IT'S GOING IN!!"
That was no news to Bob, whose heart was doing its best to kick its way out of his chest. The hot buttered tube of her pussy was slipping down over the head of his cock and it was glove-tight and so wonderfully slick that it was all he could do to keep from shooting his wad on the spot.
"BOB! BOB!" she wailed, pointing at the joining of their bodies, at the angry gash of her cunt turning in on itself as his mammoth knob bored up into her. The cap of his cock, clear to the rim, was gone, buried inside her, and all around the thick, pulsing dick neck, instead of hot pink lips, which were not so neatly tucked inside her pussy, was a ruff, a ring of wet light brown hair.
And then, Sarah leaned into his shaft, forcing the head deeper, making the shining collar of her pubes, the hairy brown donut, tighten about his cock, tighten and slip down to mid-stem.
"God!" Bob said, feeling the rubbery folds of her cunt, the slick, buttered corrugations and convolutions of her tube slip over the rim of his cock and squeak down over the shaft. His libido rocketed to a new height. Never had sex brought him so perilously high, so dizzyingly high. He was actually fucking her! Fucking his own auntie! His dick was sliding right up her pussy! In that hormone drenched moment, nothing mattered but the juicy slip and slide, the marvelous friction of hot cuntal walls against his throbbing cock.
Sarah stopped bearing down and, whimpering in delight, lifted her cunt, making the tube slide up his cock, making the flattened folds bump over the brim of his cap, making the corrugations tug at it, tease it. The friction of all that meat pumping out of her, the terrific suction that it made, drew her whole seething pussy far from her body, like the lips of some puckering, drooling chimp about a great, greasy red banana.
"OH, SARAH! SARAH!!" he cried as the heady fumes of her broached cunt wafted up to his face, as the flow of juice, hot and slick, cascaded down over his tender balls.
"FUCK ME, BOB. FUCK ME!!" she beseeched him, dropping her pussy back down his shaft, her tummy rippling from the thrills the impalement gave her, her tummy actually pushing out visibly from the girth of the tool that ravaged her.
Her pussy slid down much easier the second time ... and much, much further down on his cock. No longer were the swollen labia in the way. They were plastered back against her mound. The mouth of her cunt smooched down to two inches above the broad root of his dick, where it came to a squeaking halt.
Bob flipped his hips gently, rearing back and thrusting upwards.
"YEEEE!!!" Sarah squealed as his cock drove home, as he gave it all to her, as her tender labia were rasped by the coarse pubes about the base of his penis.
He was in her to the hair. Her cunt mouth sucked upon the glistening cock root. Waves of pleasure, blazing hot and alive with tingling, electric current, broke over Bob's face, the buried tip of his cock, the tightly clamped ring of his anus.
"SO GOOD ... OH, SARAH...." he muttered, dragging his cock from her and slamming it back.
"YEEEEE!!!" she repeated, as his bristling pubis butted the apex of her slit, bumped right into her hot little clit.
The sound of her ecstasy made Bob's scalp crawl. He began to work his hips in a slow, even rhythm, slogging his massive cock up in her quivering pussy, watching eagerly the effect it had on her.
Sarah, her demented fantasies finally realized, jerked about on the shaft of his cock like a puppet. Every time the young man drew his cock, she whined through her nose and clutched her tits, digging her nails into her stiff nipples, and her stomach rolled rhythmically, causing the slippery sheath of her pussy to suck and milk his cockhead. When he socked his cock to her, driving it in to the hilt, she went completely berserk, snapping her hips wildly, grinding the entrance of her pussy down on his root, begging him to do it again, "OOOH, HONEY! HONEY!!" she said, flipping her hips in a churning oval that forced his cock to slip out of her cunt an inch and then slam back inside. "YEEEE!! OOOOH, FUCK ME, BOB! FUCK ME HARDER!! MY STUD!! GOD, YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH THAT COCK! IT'S SO BIG!! KILL ME, BOB! KILL ME!!"
Her shrill cries were loud enough to wake the dead. They certainly roused Rick from his sleep. The older nephew sat bolt upright in his bed, staring at the obscene coupling going on in the bed next to his.
"Holy shit!" he moaned, his lower jaw sagging, as he realized just who was straddling his brother's waist, who was riding his big, thick cock!
Even as Rick gawked, Bob's hips sped up, making his cock dart in and out in mind-bending, tip-to-root thrusts. Her pussy sputtered around the diving shaft, sending spray after spray of lubricant spritzing over his balls and thighs.
"GOD!!" Sarah howled. "YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!!" The lewdly gyrating woman's face was flushed a deep red. Her eyes looked out, but were unfocused, glazed with the fuck fever.
"For heaven's sake! Cut it out!!" Rick cried, throwing off his covers and jumping to the side of Bob's bed. He, too, slept in the nude and the sight of his brother fucking his aunt had already begun to affect him. His long, rubbery cock was visibly pulsing, throbbing into stony hardness. Despite this rather blatant outward sign of arousal, he persisted in trying to make the ecstatic pair uncouple.
Of the hunching duo, Bob was the only one who realized that they had an unappreciative audience. "Go away, Rick!" he growled. "Leave us alone!"
"Bob! It's Aunt Sarah!!" Rick wailed, miserably. "You can't do that to her!!"
"Fuck off!" Bob snarled. "She loves it!! Oh, how she loves it!!"
Bob redoubled his efforts, bashing his cock into her jabbering cunt as fast as he could, reaching forward with a shaking hand and putting his palm on her heaving tummy, just above the dewy pubic fuzz. He shivered as he felt his cock pumping, felt it right through the wall of her stomach. He had to bite the tip of his tongue hard to keep from squirting. Then he moved his hand down to cover the moist, bobbing brown triangle. He slid his thumb lower, down over the summit of her pussy. "HONEY!" she cried.
His thumb slipped into the hot, wet apex of her slit and touched her erect clit, rolling it about.
"GOD!! OH, GOD!!" Sarah screeched as the unstoppable explosions began. Her whole crotch convulsed; her body was racked by a delicious eruption. Totally out of control and oblivious to the hazard Bob's immense cock presented to her tightly stretched pussy, she began to hump like a mad woman. Her flexing cunt was a diving blur over the boy's cock.
Rick just stood there and stared at the goings on from behind, watching his brother's great greasy cock flip in and out of Aunt Sarah's sloppy wet cunt. His own cock stuck straight out in front of him, out from the thick blonde ruff of his pubic hair like a red tree limb, and his big, fat balls were horribly swollen, drawn up tight to the massive cock root.
"Jeeez!" Bob croaked, stunned by the power of her milking, by the speed with which she fucked him. It was as if there was always a hot pussy stuck to the root of his dick ... that was how fast she screwed him. She made her cunt flip so quickly that he could not tell what was a thrust and what was a parry. All he knew was that the slippery, sucking walls of her pussy were rippling over the length of his meat, teasing the orgasm out of him.
Suddenly, all the tongue-biting in the world could not have kept him from squirting. He was over the brink. Flocks of large birds flapped their way out of his twitching asshole, their soft wingtips brushing his sphincter. His boy's ass leaped up from the bed, slamming his cumming cock into her.
"OOOH, YESSSSS!!!" she hissed. "GIVE IT TO ME, HONEY! GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!!"
"Auntie! Auntie!" he wailed, as the first pulse of cum shot up his cock and hurtled into the depths of her cunt.
"YESSSSS!!!" she shrilled, as the white hot juice spattered her tubes. She reached behind her pumping ass and clutched his orgasming balls in her hand, milking them passionately. "ALL OF IT!! ALL OF IT!!" she begged him.
Bob's world dissolved into a haze of red. Tremors of joy raced up and down his cock as it sent volley after volley of bubbling sperm up her pussy. It was a million times better than he ever imagined. A billion times!
"Bob! Bob, honey, look!!" Sarah cried.
Her nephew stared down at the slipping, sliding meat. All he could see was the glistening root of his cock and the distended, ovaled mouth of her pussy.
"LOOK!!" she warbled, tearing her cunt from his still-spurting cock.
Bob gasped as he saw his own penis, completely drenched with a mixture of pussy juice and sperm, aimed right at her ravaged slit. Even as he tried to hold back, the muscles behind his balls flexed, sending another charge of cum f lying up his cock; even as the dammed up reservoir of semen and lubricant rushed from the entrance to her pussy, slipping in a white wave over her round asscheeks. Sarah grabbed hold of the neck of his cock, holding it dead on target.
"YEEEEE!!!" she screeched as the boiling gobbets spattered her peeled back labia, her raging clit, her damp pubes, the whole angry vortex of her cunt.
Bob groaned and her fingers massaged his balls insistently, bringing yet another pulse of cum, and another, then another. Spurt after spurt arched into her mound, over her thighs, her buttocks, and every shower of egg flesh sent her off into oblivion, tumbling backwards, head over heels into the bottomless pit.
CHAPTER FOUR
The sight of Sarah showering her pussy with Bob's cum, of her greedily squeezing his testicles to get more of the vital fluid up from them and onto her, nearly drove poor Rick out of his mind. There he was supposedly the older brother, the responsible one, the protector, and he couldn't do anything to stop the hot fuck action. Indeed, he didn't want to stop it. He wanted some of it himself.
Even as his aunt slumped forward, her mind reeling with climax, the blonde young man clambered onto the bed behind her. He was far too excited to be gentle. He roughly gripped her smooth hips and shoved her further forward, making her mash her tits into Bob's chest, making her tip her succulent bottom up in the air. As it tipped up, the fuck-ravaged gash of her cunt came into view. Her labia drooped like the petals of a boiled orchid and a gout of pearly semen oozed from the yawning mouth, dripping, swaying in yo-yoing gobs from her sodden pubic fur.
Straddling his brother's legs, Rick gripped Sarah's buttocks in both hands, wrenching them far apart, splitting her cunt wide open. Wheezing with arousal, he jammed the painfully swollen head of his penis into her slit ... and lunged hard.
"ULP!!" Sarah exclaimed as the huge cock surged deep into her cunt, forcing the juicy walls wide apart, filling her with hard, throbbing meat.
Rick's face turned beet red as he felt the slickness, the heat of his aunt's pussy, enfold his cock. Ruthlessly, he began to skewer her from behind, plowing his penis into her with all his strength, making his balls flop madly, slapping the hairy peak of her mound, the insides of her creamy thighs, ripping it back out, making the gleaming cuntlips smooch back, clinging wetly to his marbled shaft.
Sarah didn't know what to do. She bleated into the hollow of Bob's neck, squirming her tits over his chest, as if trying to burrow into him, to hide, ostrich-like from the merciless fucking Rick was giving her.
"UNNNFFFF! UNNNNFFF!" her older nephew grunted, determined to take just as much pleasure from her ripe, succulent body as his brother had. He held her tightly about the waist and fucked maniacally into her upturned pussy, revelling in the gooey, sucking sounds it made as his cock drove home.
"AAAGGGHHH," she wailed, clinging desperately to Bob's shoulders, as the great rod scoured her insides, stretching, tearing her as she'd never been tom before.
Bob, meanwhile, was just beginning to recover from the delicious afterglow of his orgasm, just beginning to realize that his dear auntie was still receiving hard cock. He blinked dazedly over Sarah's back, up at the contorted face of his brother. He couldn't see Rick's cock going in her, but he could see the way he was lunging, the way he was holding her ass wide apart.
"UHHH! UHHH!" Sarah moaned in time to the savage thrusts, the meat of her thighs quivering from the brutal impact of his groin on hers.
"FUCK HER, RICK!!" Bob croaked excitedly, his hands caressing Sarah's back, her neck. "FUCK THE HELL OUT OF HER!!"
Rick just snorted and closed his eyes, concentrating on the slick sheath, on the contractions of its sphincter as he stuffed his meat through it.
Bob grabbed Sarah by the hair and forced her to lift her face from his neck. Her face was twisted by pain and tears ran from her eyes. Her mouth was open, blubbering, bubbling.
"Kiss me, Sarah," the younger nephew moaned, pulling her lips down on his, forcing his tongue into her mouth and down her throat.
Sarah whimpered at the new penetration, at the feel of Bob's pebbly probe sweeping about over the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, over her tongue. Then, suddenly, her excitement began to build anew. The idea of making love to both her nephews at once was staggeringly titillating to her, doubly lascivious, infinitely obscene. She found herself sucking passionately on the darting tongue, then using her own tongue, pushing it into Bob's mouth, making it flip between his lips like a tiny cock.
"Oh," Rick croaked as his aunt's bottom began tossing back into his lunges, hurrying the instant when he was into her to the hairs. She was going wild underneath him and it was all he could do to hang on. Every flip of her hips sent a gust of air rushing from off her broached cunt, off her puckering pore, up to his dilated nostrils. The sweet, funky smell made him start slobbering all over himself.
Bob was smothering under Sarah's sucking, tongue fucking kisses, being pounded to death by the two humping bodies on top of him. Not without considerable effort, he managed to get his mouth free from hers, then he twisted to one side, squirming his way out from under them.
Sarah whinnied over and over, crouched in an all fours position, her ass sticking up high in the air, her tits mashed into the bedspread. She groped back under her cunt to catch hold of Rick's big testicles, to squeeze them, to try to bring him off, to make him shower her pussy with his lust-quenching cum.
Rick, however, wasn't ready for the finish yet. He caught her groping hand by the wrist and bent it up behind her back, pinning it there as he continued to pound the hell out of her pussy.
"GOD! OH, GOD! RICK! RICK, STOP!!!" she wailed, chewing madly on the coverlet.
But the big penis only moved faster, turning into a red blur between her yawning labia.
"YEEEEE!!!" she shrieked, arching her head back. She was cumming! Joy lanced through her plundered crotch as Rick's cock sawed over her clitoris, building the friction to a critical level. Her whole vagina trembled and then closed down hard on the slogging dick.
"Unnnf!" he grunted, gritting his teeth as the iron fist in the hot buttered velvet glove crushed his cock.
"SCREW HER! FUCK HER!!" Bob cried, leaning in close to the action from the side of the bed, watching Rick's dick fuck into Aunt Sarah's furious, drooling cunt. His hand dropped down to encircle his cock. Vigorously, he pumped on his meat, bringing the rubbery, sticky shaft to full erection in a matter of seconds.
"God! She's so fucking wet!!" Rick gasped, feeling the river of her hot juice flow down over his balls, down the insides of his thighs, trying desperately to hold back against the awesome pull of her contractions.
Sarah clawed at the bed, wallowing in the savage bashing she was getting, in the insane surges of joy that, again and again, exploded between her legs.
Bob couldn't take just watching the action. He had to participate in some small way. Still pumping on his penis, he reached over with his free hand and slid his index finger down the center of her split asscrack, touching the tiny, puckering ring just above her distended cunt.
"UHHHHH!!!" Sarah howled, feeling the touch of his finger on her most private place. A shudder of revulsion ... and delight coursed up her spine as he toyed with the wet sphincter, rubbing it with the pad of his finger.
"OOOHHHH!" Rick moaned, watching his younger brother tease his grunting, groaning aunt's anus.
"She likes it!" Bob cried, ecstatically, pushing his finger against the tightly clamped ring.
Sarah shrieked as the well-lubed digit popped past her anus and drove deep into her rectum. It burned something terrible and it felt huge, like a telephone pole crammed up her ass.
"Fuck her ass with it!!" Rick gasped, hunching into her so hard that the headboard of the bed bashed into the wall. "Make her squeak!!"
Bob didn't have to be asked twice. Eagerly, he began thrusting his finger through the tight ring, twisting and turning it over the rubbery walls of her rectum, making it flip in and out like a penis.
"She's so fucking tight!!" Bob moaned, working the full length of his finger in and out of her.
"UHHHHHH!!!" Sarah bawled, her body being tom apart by the cruel double impalement.
"I can feel your finger, man!" Rick cried, his eyes rolled up in his head so only the whites showed. "I can feel it up against my cock!!"
"Wow! Oh, wow!!" Bob wheezed. He could feel his own brother's cock, feel it right through the thin wall that separated her cunt and ass. He masturbated himself harder, his hand f lying over his stony cock.
Under the brutal onslaught, Sarah's tortured anus yielded, stretched like hot taffy, until Bob's finger was easily slipping in and out. Then the searing pain subsided, only to be replaced by a strange kind of pleasure. In between the throes of her consecutive orgasms, in a fleeting moment of clarity, she realized that she wanted her two nephews any way, anywhere she could conceivably take them. She was totally, inexorably theirs, to do with as they pleased. She was more than content to be their love object; it was the fulfillment of a dream she had been afraid to admit to. She wanted to be fucked, screwed, brought to orgasm again and again, until she couldn't bear it any longer, until she kicked and screamed, foamed at the mouth. If any pair of young studs were capable of that kind of sustained activity it was Rick and Bob.
Bob howled animalishly, jamming his finger into her butt to the knuckle as he let loose his third orgasm of the night. Hot semen erupted from the head of his cock, splashing over her buttocks and ribcage.
"YEEEEEM!" she wailed, writhing wildly under the spermy shower bath.
Bob aimed his fountaining cock right at her finger-filled anus and sent gusher after pearly gusher washing over it.
Sarah's whole body stiffened ... and then it was happening again. She was cumming again! She threw herself back into Rick so hard that she practically knocked him off the end of the bed.
"UHHH!! UHHH!!!" she grunted, cramming his blood-thickened penis deep into her cunt, ripping it out, cramming it in, and all the while that gooey sheath rippled with convulsions.
Rick only lasted seconds longer. Her efforts were so wild, so pathetic, and the sight of his brother's cum oozing around her distended anus so moving, that he couldn't help himself.
"OHH!" he gasped, his ass jerking forward, his groin smashing into her so hard that her heavy tits nearly flounced up into her face. His loins burst into flame and he went crazy behind her, lunging, battering, bringing himself to the brink of climax, then hurling himself over the edge.
"YEEEEEEE!!!!" Sarah shrilled as the molten lava belched into her womb, as the huge cock fucked her harder, faster than she ever dreamed possible. She kept right on cumming, cumming along with Rick, and every squirt of his cock sent her f lying higher and higher. She fucked back, squealing, forcing not only his cock to ravage her, but Bob's finger, too. The two probes speared her body relentlessly, keeping her orgasming until she begged them to stop, until she flopped about on the bed like a fish out of water.
Rick gave her no mercy. He kept right on fucking her even after his orgasm ended; he kept on fucking her even though every lunge made his semen well up from her cunt, oozing out around the shaft of his cock and her jabbering labia. He didn't stop until his sticky white cum completely covered her pubic mound, clinging to the wet hairs in milky drops, running down the insides of her trembling thighs in thick rivulets.
Finally, the three of them fell apart and collapsed exhausted, and immediately fell into a heavy post-orgasmic swoon that quickly turned into sound, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
The rest of Sarah's two-week sojourn in Aspen just raced by. Needless to say, she didn't spend any more time hanging around the hotel bar. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that sex could be so utterly fulfilling. When she wasn't taking on one of her nephews she was taking on the other, or both at once. Her nephews spent almost all their time at the resort between the sheets with her, preferring that to the pleasures of the slopes outside. They seemed to get more and more enjoyment each time they fucked her ... to the point where they didn't even leave the hotel suite for food, but had it sent up. They kept her penned up in the room, fucking, sucking her until they were too sore to continue. There was no variation of menage a trois that they didn't attempt. They fucked her in the mouth and cunt simultaneously, flooding her throat and vagina with semen at the same delirious instant. They took turns fucking her right up to the point of their orgasms, trading her pussy off at the last possible moment so they could keep up their erections for hours. When they did finally allow themselves to cum after a session like that, the sheer volume of their backed up semen belching into her belly was delicious agony to her.
There was no mention of the "wrongness" of what they were doing to each other. All three of them knew that they were committing incest, that the thing was so unspeakably wicked only made it better for them, made them relish the lewd contact more.
On the last day of the vacation things became even more frenetic. The boys seemed desperate in their efforts to make her crazy from repeated orgasms. After a full morning of fucking, Bob stepped out for a breath of air, leaving her alone with Rick.
Rick didn't leave her alone, though, not for an instant. No sooner had his brother closed the door than Rick was licking at her tits and pulling her up from the bed. Sarah let him half drag her into the room's bathroom, wondering why in the world he'd chosen to take her there. Then it dawned on her: it was the only room they hadn't fucked in yet. Most of the action had gone on in one or the other of the bedrooms.
Rick made her put her foot up on the seat of the toilet, then dropped to his knees in front of her, reaching around her hips to clutch her full cheeked buttocks, pressing his open mouth to the ragged lips of her pussy. That she had been orgasmed into at least a dozen times already that morning didn't give him a second thought. Both he and his brother had gotten used to the taste of semen along with their pussy. .
"Ooooh, honey!" she cooed, hunching against his face, rubbing her sticky labia against his lips.
At once, Rick began licking her vagina, sweeping his tongue round and round the parted gash, then dipping it inside, stuffing it up into her cunt.
"OOOOH!" she warbled, throwing her arms about his neck as he touched her clit. In the two weeks that they'd been together, they'd all learned everything there was to know about each other's bodies, what exactly turned the trick. Rick was turning the trick on Sarah ... and then some. In a matter of seconds, the playful teasing of his tongue over her sensitive nubbin had her juicing all over herself, moaning like a bitch in heat.
Finally, he pushed back and admired his handiwork. His nose, lips, chin gleamed with her cunt stuff and his hot slobber. He reached up and inserted a finger into her cunt, rubbing the oily marble of her clit with the pad of his finger, rubbing it much harder than he ever could with his tongue.
"UHHHHH!!!" she groaned, her ass flipping obscenely as pleasure flooded her loins. He knew just what to do, all right.
"I've got to fuck you again," Rick said, panting, his cock stiff as a stick between his legs.
He took a seat on the toilet and then pulled her down on his lap with her back to his stomach. She sat down, straddling his thighs, her gaping cunt pressed against his scratchy pubic hairs.
"Move up a bit," he said, gripping her waist with his hands.
She did as he asked, sliding her buttocks up, standing, hunkered on tiptoe over his cock. Rick let go of her waist and took hold of his cock, bending it up, fitting the ruddy purple head to her parted slit. As soon as she felt the big bulb nuzzling into her pussy, Sarah dropped her ass, forcing it to penetrate her.
"UHHHHH!!!" she cried as the huge cock knifed her, flattening every crevice in her cunt, filling it from wall to wall with hot, stone hard meat.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" Rick gasped, his hips churning, making his penis dip in and out in a crazy two inch stroke. His hands slipped up to cup her droopy tipped breasts, to squash them up between her chest, to squeeze the fiery nipples between his fingers.
In a matter of seconds they were fucking in earnest. Sarah was raising herself up and down, hunching on his cock, making it flip in and out of her cunt. She could feel his pubes grating over the super-sensitive skin of her anus, feel his huge balls grinding into her buns, and she loved it! She loved every moment of it!
"OOOOOH, RICK!!" she cooed. "FUCK ME!! OOOH, KEEP ON!! MAKE ME CUM!!!"
The nephew had every intention of doing just that. His hips jerked and snapped upwards, making his cock dart animalishly into her pussy, making her slick juices gush out and slide down over his balls. He mauled her tits, massaging them, crushing the resilient globes in his greedy fingers.
"I love fucking you, Aunt Sarah!" he moaned into the nape of her neck. "I could go on doing it to you all night long!"
She whimpered softly, reaching back with one hand to stroke his smooth cheeks, while with the other she groped his fat testicles, feeling in behind them to touch his round, wrinkled anus.
"WOW!" he croaked, his hips shifting into high gear as she prodded that sensitive spot with a fingertip.
The perversity of what they had been doing for so many days created a kind of bond of dementia between the three of them. Sarah knew that there was nothing she wouldn't do to excite them and that they would hold back nothing to stimulate her. There were no rules where they were concerned. She gave her finger a quick twist and slid it right up the delirious boy's rectum.
"UHHH!!" he cried, freezing at the sudden, stinging penetration.
"Don't stop!!" she moaned, pushing her finger in and out of his anus, fucking his butt even as he had been fucking her pussy. "Keep doing it!
Honey, please!!"
Tentatively at first, but with rapidly growing vigor, Rick resumed his screwing. The sting of penetration gave way to an odd kind of pleasure. Soon, he was giving her what for at the same wild pace as before while she, in turn, was fucking the hell out of his ass with her finger.
"You like it, don't you?" she panted, corkscrewing her digit through the narrow, rubbery channel.
Rick could only moan balefully. His eyes were rolled up in his head and his face was horribly congested.
At this point, Bob returned from his walk. Not seeing the two of them in the bedroom, he wandered into the bathroom. When he saw what they were doing to each other and where, he let out a low groan. Fucking on the john!
"Damned," he exclaimed. "Rick, she's fucking you in the ass, man!"
Rick continued to hump, his huge cock dipping greedily into her juicy red cunt.
"Unbelievable!" Bob said, quickly stripping out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the bathroom floor. He was hard and then some. Without so much as a warning he started kissing Aunt Sarah on her mouth, licking her lips, sticking the tip of his tongue up her nostrils and in her ears.
"Ooooh, honey!!" she crooned, reaching up to grip the mighty staff of his penis. She masturbated him lovingly, sliding the loose outer sheath of his cock up and down over the rock hard inner bone.
"THAT'S IT, AUNT SARAH," the boy said, huskily. "PUMP MY PRICK!" He lowered his face, licking at her throat, then kissing at her nipples which protruded from his brothers clutching fingers. He bit and nipped at her furious red buds, bathing them and Rick's fingers in his hot slobber.
"OOOOH!" she wailed, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth on her nipples, the juicy swipe of his tongue lashing over them. She laced her fingers behind his head and pulled him hard against her tits.
Rick opened his fingers wider, giving his brother more access to auntie's tits. Bob immediately fell on the soft mounds with a passion, slurping and chomping on them, making the whole droopy ends of them turn bright red from the friction of his sucking lips.
Sarah wallowed in the sensation. It was like she was being raped by a pair of bandits, a pair of handsome young brigands.
Then Bob drew back his head. He gazed down into her plundered fork, breathing in deeply, inhaling the musky fragrance of her pussy. A long streamer of his drool slipped from between his lips, swaying, then flopping to her tummy.
"OH!" she exclaimed as the searing hot liquid hit her.
Bob put his hands on her knees and pushed, forcing her legs wide apart, watching his brother's big cock fuck in and out of her lewdly splayed cunt.
"HARDER, RICK!" he beseeched his brother. "FUCK THE ASS OFF HER!"
Rick moaned and did his best to comply, snapping his hips savagely, thrusting his rigid meat up into her ravenous pussy.
The sight of that massive penis disappearing into his aunt's crotch was so moving to him that he couldn't control himself. Whining, whimpering, he slipped to his knees before the toilet, before the spread crotch, the lunging cock. He buried his face in her wet pubic hair, holding on tight to her hips.
"BOB! BOB!!" she cried, humping faster, jumping up and down to make the cock go in and out more quickly.
Bob was beyond the point of return. He opened his mouth and began licking at her hairs, swirling his tongue over the damp triangle, over the insides of her thighs.
"UHHHHH!!" she wailed, stiffening as she felt his tongue tip teasing down over the summit of her mouth, touching the apex of her obscenely parted labia. He was going to eat her pussy! To eat it while Rick fucked her!!
"Uhhhhhmmmmm," the younger nephew moaned, delirious with excitement. He pressed his open mouth to her puffy flaps, sweeping his tongue over them, tasting the keen, funky flavor of her cunt. He licked the whole turgid donut of her pussy while Rick thrust his cock in and out right under his chin. He could feel the pressure that great instrument put on his aunt's pudenda. He could feel it against his tongue as the flaps were forced apart, as her whole cunt seemed to swell up every time he split her to the hairs.
Sarah couldn't believe what the young man was doing. The feeling was absolutely out of this world, though. He was actually lapping her cunt while she was getting fucked, bathing her gooey pubis with his hot drool. The lewdness of it all practically swept her away then and there. Practically, but not quite. There was one more escalation of the proceedings, one more bit of perversity that she longed to bring about.
She took Bob's face in her hands and pushed down, forcing his lips to brush his brother's pistoning cock.
"Uhhh!" Bob grunted, trying to pull back from the sticky underside of Rick's penis.
"Kiss his balls, Bob," Sarah moaned. "Suck his big fat nuts."
Bob shuddered. If he hadn't already been so horribly excited he probably wouldn't have even considered doing what she asked, but as it was the idea didn't seem half bad to him.
"LICK HIS BALLS, HONEY! MAKE HIM CUM IN ME!!" she cried, pulling his face down, forcing her lips to touch the wrinkly scrotal sac.
Groaning like a kicked pup, Bob obeyed, lashing his tongue over the pebbly surface, pressing his lips to the kidney-shaped orbs.
Rick had no idea who was doing what to him. All he knew was that it felt delicious. It was like everything he had, cock and balls, were going up into his aunt's cunt, into the hot slick wetness. He howled and fucked harder, jerking his penis all the way out, then jamming it back in.
Before Bob could really get into the swing of things, his brother let out an animal shriek and started humping like a madman, triple timing his cock in and out of Sarah's cunt.
"YEEEEE!!!" she screamed as the white hot spray bathed the inside of her cunt. Her fingers clutched Bob's ears, mashing his lips against Rick's pulsing cock root. She orgasmed like that, writhing sinuously against the two of them, her convulsing cunt wiggling obscenely.
When Rick finally stopped spurting, she let go of Bob's head. The young man slumped to the bathroom floor. His cock was deflated and there was a river of shining white goo running the full length of his right thigh. He had spontaneously climaxed right along with them!
As Sarah sat there on Rick's lap, feeling his chest heaving behind her, feeling his still hard cock against the quivering walls of her pussy, his thick semen leaking down over his buttocks, she wondered how in the world she was ever going to be able to say goodbye to them, how she was ever going to let her new found happiness go?
CHAPTER SIX
A week later, back in Chicago, Sarah was more miserable than she'd ever thought possible. She'd managed to say farewell to them, all right, but it'd been a heart-rending business. All three of them had tears in their eyes before it was over. A real relationship had developed between them in a very short time, a relationship that was deeply satisfying to all.
It was a good thing that the travel agency ran itself, because Sarah certainly couldn't keep her mind on her job. She kept drifting off into a reverie, dreaming about what the boys had done to her and what she had done to them. One particular incident kept returning to her mind over and over again. It was when she had sucked them both off, side by side, swallowing one hard cock, then the other, until they both exploded in her waiting mouth, covering her whole face in hot, sticky streamers of semen. Those boiling spurts had stolen the breath from her lungs and practically made her faint dead away with excitement.
She found that she couldn't sleep at night for thinking about them. She would get so hot to trot that the juice from her spongy, swollen cunt would stain the bedsheet under her bottom. Cold showers did no good at all. Masturbation only made things worse.
Finally, she could stand it no more. She decided that she had to go west, to Burbank, to pay her brother's family a visit. She certainly had every right to show up there since she was a relative and her brother and she were always very close. She didn't want to arrive unexpected, though, so she phoned up long distance to tell them she was coming. Unfortunately, Frank's wife, Edith, answered the phone.
As soon as Edith realized who it was that was calling, her tone got downright chilly. Sarah and she had never got along too famously, as Edith had always been jealous of the closeness of her husband to his sister. When Edith understood that Sarah meant to come out and visit, the chilliness turned to ice.
Sarah refused to be daunted by her sister-in-law's rather blatant hint that she wasn't all that welcome. She asked to speak to Frank, who was overjoyed to hear that his favorite sister was coming out for a visit.
After she hung up, Sarah began to worry if she'd done the right thing. She wondered if the boys would receive her with open arms ... and hard cocks ... or with a cold shoulder. Once they were away from her, away from her influence, she was afraid that their attitude might have changed, that they might have felt guilt, shame over what they'd done with her, that they might never want to see her again. The idea of being in their presence and having them turn off of her was more terrible than anything she could think of ... almost. The only thing worse would be never to touch their warm young bodies again, never to even have the chance to touch them again.
Sarah steeled herself against disappointment, telling herself that if the relationship was truly over, like a summer romance, that she should know that, she should know it so she could try to get over it, to go on with her life.
A few weeks later she was disembarking from a 747 at the Hollywood-Burbank Airport, her heart climbing up into her throat as she scanned the people waiting to meet the passengers. Her heart quickly sank as she realized that there was no one there to meet her. Defeat stared her in the face. Her nephews hadn't come to greet her! They didn't care! They were ashamed of her, of themselves! For a moment, she considered turning back and getting on the next jet back to Chicago, forgetting the whole thing before she got hurt worse. But she couldn't do it. She had to know. She had to see the look in their eyes that said it was over, or worse, that nothing had every really happened between them. After picking up her bags in the claim area, she hailed a cab and took it to Frank's suburban home.
It was a far cry from the place he'd used to have when he was still a struggling young lawyer, when the boys were still babies. That was a mere cracker box compared to the split-level ranch style home he now owned.
She walked up the stairs to the front door and rang the bell. After a moment or two the door opened and Edith stared at her. Actually, glared might be a more apt term.
"Sarah!" she said in mock surprise. "You aren't supposed to be in until midnight!"
Sarah smiled at her. Suddenly, it was all very clear. The reason there hadn't been anyone at the airport to meet her was because sweet Edith had told everyone that she wasn't coming in until much later.
"I told you nine p.m.," Sarah said, trying to maintain her smile.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the pert little redhead said. It was plain that she wasn't the least bit sorry. "Please come in. Frank! Sarah's here!"
Sarah walked past the smaller woman, noticing that time had done little to ruin her sister-in-law's svelte figure. Edith still had the same firm breasts, narrow waist, and round, girlish bottom. Her taste in clothes, Sarah thought, cattily, was the same, too. That is, tacky. Edith was wearing a loud, flower print jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that accentuated her deep cleavage and a sash tied tight about her waist to emphasize its narrowness.
"Sarah, darling!" Frank said, rushing into the foyer to meet her. He threw his arms about her and hugged her tight.
She hugged him back and they kissed on the mouth, as was the custom of their family. Sarah could almost hear Edith's teeth grind together when their lips touched.
"You look marvelous!" Frank said, pushing her back so he could see her face and body. "Edith! She hasn't aged a day, I swear!"
Edith made a grunting noise, as if she wasn't quite so sure.
Frank looked great to Sarah. He was tan and lean. He hadn't let himself go to seed like so many successful men past forty. He still had all of his hair, too. It was thick and honey brown, like hers.
"How are you doing, darling?" he said exuberantly. "How was your trip out?"
Sarah knew that there would be no mention of Ronald, no questions about the funeral, no condolences from her brother over her loss. It had been Ronald that had kept brother and sister apart for so many years, not that that bothered Edith all that much.
"The flight was fine," she said. "Just fine." She looked around the place expectantly. "Where are the boys?" she asked.
Frank smiled. "See, Edith," he said, "what did I tell you? She really loves those boys others. Hey! Hey, you guys! Come on down and see who's here!!"
Frank led her into the living room and Edith followed behind. For the second time that evening, her heart began thumping up under her chin, trying to climb up out of her throat. Would they reject her?! Would they loathe her for using them, for using their firm young bodies?!
Rick and Bob came barging into the room, both of them were dressed in t-shirts and bermuda shorts.
As soon as she saw their beaming, happy faces, Sarah knew that everything was all right between them.
"Boys! Boys!!" she cried, holding out her arms to them.
Rick and Bob ran up and hugged her, squeezing her hard about the waist and kissing her on the cheeks.
She nearly fainted from the pleasure she got at the physical contact with them. She wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck them both, then and there!
"Come on, let's sit down and talk," Frank said, gesturing at the couch. "We've got a lot of catching up to do."
It was almost two a.m. before the chattering died down. Frank and Sarah and the boys laughed and joked while Edith looked on sourly. It was Edith who finally hinted strongly that it was time for everyone to go to bed. She seemed pleasured that she'd managed to put a damper on the proceedings.
"I guess you're right," Frank said, yawning. "We'd better all hit the hay." Edith took his arm and led him off to bed with a fierce gleam in her eye.
As soon as their parents had left the room, both of the boys swooped down on their auntie. Rick kissed her hungrily, stuffing his tongue down her throat while he rubbed her tits through her dress. Bob slipped his hand up between her thighs, touching the panty-encased mound of her cunt, feeling the soft fringe of hairs that curled about the crotch band.
"Boys! Wait!" she gasped, pushing back. Her heart was racing in her chest. "We've got to be careful. We can't let ourselves be caught."
Rick and Bob looked at each other and nodded.
The longing in their eyes was awesome to behold.
"Come to my room," she said, "after you're sure that your folks are asleep. Ooooh, I missed you both so much! I can't tell you how much!"
When the door to her room opened a half an hour later, Sarah was ready. She lay naked on her bed, spread eagled, her cunt already wet with anticipation.
"Beautiful," Rick said, as he stared down at the glistening lips of Sarah's pussy, the supple curves of her ripe body. The front of his pajamas was pushed all out of shape by a monstrous erection. He was ready for her, too!
Bob closed the door and locked it. He, too, groaned when he saw how his aunt was waiting for them. His thick penis flipped out of the fly of his pajamas, arching up obscenely like a furious banana.
"Oooh, my darlings!" she cooed as the two of them hurried to the bed, as they crawled up on it with her, their hands sliding over every inch of her body, searching out every smooth curve, every soft hollow, their fingers teasing at her lips, her nipples, at the damp hairs on her pussy.
Before she knew it, Rick was belly down on the bed between her parted thighs and his face was buried in her crotch, his tongue squirming over the lips of her pussy, his mouth sucking at the very entrance to her cunt.
"Ooooh!" she cooed softly, writhing her hips lasciviously, rubbing her wet pussy into his mouth.
Bob moved in on her from the other end. He straddled her face, lowering his head to her spread crotch, kneeling over her in an all fours position. He started kissing the musky hairs on her pudenda and then he was licking them.
"OH!" she gasped, throwing her thighs as far apart as she could. Both boys were licking her cunt! Bob from above and Rick from below. Both of their hot, wet tongues were swirling over the sensitive lips of her pussy, digging into the sticky slit between them, opening her up for a good, hard fucking.
As Bob snorted into her cunt, he reached under his belly, grabbing hold of his stiff cock and bending it down. He made the velvety soft knob brush Sarah's parted lips.
"Yes!" she whined. Her hands came up at once, cradling his heavy testicles, pulling the bulb into her open mouth. The feel of that huge, searing plum against her cheeks, against the roof of her mouth, against her tongue made her libido take wing. Wheezing from her own arousal, she commenced to suck Bob's cock like she'd never sucked anything before. She pushed and pulled on his balls, urging him to make full use of her throat, to make him fuck in and out of it like it was a pussy.
Groaning, the younger nephew thrust, burying his penis in the tight confines of her gullet, mashing his balls against the bridge of her nose.
Sarah shuddered as, in the same instant, Rick stabbed his tongue deep into her vagina, flipping it madly over the tender flesh of her clitoris and Bob plunged the full length of his cock into her throat. It felt as if the great cock would rip her neck open! Whimpering from the strain, she tipped her head back, pointing her chin at the ceiling, arching her neck so that it more closely followed the curve of his cock, so that the awful strain was relieved.
Bob pushed his face up from her cunt and began fucking into her mouth in earnest, screwing it like it was the cunt of some five dollar whore.
Rick was totally oblivious to everything except the warm, wet, fragrant fissure under his sucking lips, wrapped around his darting tongue. He ate her pussy like it was going out of style, drinking in her heady juices, swallowing them greedily as he lashed his tongue about over the slippery walls of her vagina.
Sarah threw her long legs around the back of his neck and began humping his face, jerking her hips back and forth, making his tongue flip in and out of her pussy like a crazy, spineless cock. She mashed her gooey pubis into his face, delighting in the squishy, sloppy sound it made. While she was doing that to Rick, her fingers were busy, busy behind Bob's balls, busy feeling for and finding the hot, wrinkled ring of his rectum, busy poking it, teasing it, making the boy jerk like a puppet above her, making him lunge into her open throat like a maniac.
"Shit! Shit!" Bob choked, as her finger bored up into his ass, as it began to dart in and out. The sensation was so mind boggling that he froze above her, unable to even hump for the surge of thrills racing up his spine.
Rick paused in his cunt lapping, raising his head up from Sarah's wide open cunt. His whole face from eyebrows to chin was awash in her slick stuff. He gawked at the root of his brother's thick cock, at the thin, cruelly stretched ring of Sarah's, lips wrapped tight about it, at the huge balls nuzzling up against her nose. Letting out a low moan, he threw himself back between her legs, ripping her buttocks apart with his fingers. He not only licked her pussy, but tongued her anus as well, lapping at the whole length of her crotch in his excess of enthusiasm.
Sarah gargled about the strangling cock, her mind full of shooting stars as Rick's long, talented tongue swirled over her rectum, painting it with slick, hot slobber. Her hips jerked madly, smashing her cunt into his forehead.
The ecstatic young man would not be satisfied until he had his tongue crammed up her ass. Grunting from the effort, he bore his tongue tip up into the tight ring, pushing it into the rubbery depths of her rectum.
She tried to scream, to cry out, to make him stop the awful wonderful probing, but she could not. To her horror and delight, he began tongue fucking her anus, giving it the same going over that he'd given her pussy only moments before.
Bob, seeing that her vagina was unoccupied, quickly lowered his head again and slipped his tongue up her cunt, resuming the mad humping into her throat, mindless of her finger twisting deep in his bowels.
Never in her life, not even in the hotel room back in Aspen, had she ever been so totally debauched. The boys were going crazy on her, their libidos running wild. Mad, twisting tongues scoured the insides of her vagina and rectum, flipping in and out in lunatic counterpoint, making nasty wet noises between her legs. And the slobber! She got the full brunt of both of their mouths and the saliva poured down between her buttocks; it inundated her pussy.
Finally, just when she thought she'd go mad from the lewd pleasure of it all, Rick lifted his face from her spread ass cheeks. His eyes were horribly bloodshot, his mouth littered with her stray pubic hairs.
"Bob!" he panted, nudging his brother to get his attention.
The younger nephew raised his head from her cunt, driving his cock into her throat to the root and holding it there, sticking her like a bug on a pin.
"What?!" he gasped.
"I want to fuck her in the ass," Rick said.
Sarah gurgled about Bob's penis and started to thrash and kick her legs. She was terrified. She was sure that a cock as big as Rick's would split her bottom in two and rip her wide open from ass to belly button!
"What?!!" Bob said, aghast.
"I've got to do it," Rick groaned. "I've got to have it all! God, it was so tight around my tongue! Man, you wouldn't believe it! I got to do it!! Got to!!!"
"You're crazy!" Bob said. "Stone out of your mind!"
"Help me turn her over," Rick said. "I'm going to fuck her ass until she cums!"
Sarah whimpered as Bob's penis slipped from the back of her throat. She tried to hold it in with her hands, but her nephew pushed her hands away. She sobbed brokenly.
"Please, boys, not that," she croaked, her voice all strained and squeaky from the after effect of swallowing all that cock. "Don't do me there. I don't want it!"
Despite her pleadings, the two boys turned her over onto her stomach and forced her into a knee-chest position. She tried to struggle, but the combination of her own arousal and their strength made her attempt futile at best.
"Relax, Aunt Sarah," Rick said, prying her ass cheeks wide apart. "You're going to love it."
Bob leaned down on her shoulders, pressing her tits, her face into the bed.
"That's it, Bob," Rick said, "just hold her down until I get it in, then you can let go. Once I'm in her, she isn't going to go anywhere."
"Nooooo!" she bleated into the muffling coverlet.
Rick nudged the tip of his big cockhead into her slobber moistened anal ring. All her efforts notwithstanding, the tongue-stretched sphincter yielded easily, opening like a blooming rose to accept the smooth knob.
"GOD!!" she wailed, feeling herself ripping, tearing, feeling the awesome pressure on her bowels.
"SO FUCKING TIGHT!" Rick wheezed. "SO FUCKING HOT!!"
Bob watched awestruck as the huge head of his brother's cock pushed into the tiny round hole between Sarah's splayed buttocks. It looked like a tree trunk driving into a gopher hole!
"UHHHHH!!!" she wailed, clawing at the covers, trying frantically to crawl away from the horrible spitting presence.
Bob held her fast, leaning down on her shoulders to pin her in place.
"Oh, shit! Shit!" Rick moaned, his eyes rolling up in his head as he force fed her rectum more and more of his cock. The gross tool was swallowed up inch by tube splitting inch until his gruesome root abutted her tortured sphincter, until his balls brushed the mouth of her mouth-tongued, much-sucked pussy.
"Can I let her go now?" Bob said, his eyes bugging out as he stared at the thick root of Rick's cock jammed between Sarah's silky smooth buns.
"Let her loose!" he said, locking his forearm in front of her hips, holding her tight to the base of his penis.
When Bob took his hands from her shoulders, Sarah didn't try to rise, to get away. She was totally impaled, skewered the full length of his cock and there was no escaping it. The pain was impossible; tears rushed from her eyes.
"PLEASE! RICK! TAKE IT OUT!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!! IT'S TOO BIG!!" she moaned pitifully.
Rick leered down at her shuddering form. "I'll take it out in a minute," he promised her, "but first...."
He snapped his hips back, jerking his penis from the depths of her ass, making it reappear between her buns like magic. The entire rod was rubbed a bright red from the intense friction against the walls of her ass.
"GOD!!!" Sarah howled, as the huge penis raged back into her, as the searing pain, like a red hot poker, lanced into her guts.
"Relax," Bob said to her, lifting her face up, scooting around in front of her and fitting his cockhead to her pain parted lips.
She didn't try to stop him from pushing his cock into her mouth again. She didn't try to stop him from forcing it all the way down her throat. That was the least of her worries.
"You've got to try this!" Rick exclaimed, starting to move his hips faster as her anus stretched further, as the friction became less and less agonizing. His cock began flipping full length in and out of her ass. On the backstrokes, the still powerful friction caused her hairless anal lips to cling to the retreating shaft, to pucker lewdly from between her spread buttocks.
"I'd rather fuck her in the cunt," Bob said. "Is there room for me to get in?"
"Hell, yes!" Rick said. "Scoot in underneath her and go to town!"
Bob removed his penis from her lips and slipped in under her belly, her breasts teasing over his cock, his chest as he did so. He levered her thighs wide apart and slipped his legs between them, reaching down to bend his rock hard cock up to meet her sticky gash.
"Your balls are in the way," he said impatiently.
"Sorry," Rick told him, lifting the heavy scrotum out of the way to give his brother a clear shot at her pussy.
"OH, PLEASE! PLEASE, STOP IT!" she bawled into Bob's face.
He responded by licking her mouth ... and by fitting the head of his cock to her open cunt.
"You're going to tear me in half!" she whined.
Rick drew his cock back, pulling it out of her ass until he could see the flaring rim of the cap in the fluttering grip of her sphincter.
"UHHHNNNF!!" Bob grunted, lunging, driving his cock into her pussy.
Sarah gasped as she felt her cunt open up to him, the walls pushing wide apart in front of the great knob. In less than a heartbeat, he was in her to the hairs.
"My turn," Rick said, slowly leaning forward, bringing pressure to bear on her rectum.
Instead of his cock sliding right back in, it hardly moved at all.
"Oh," he groaned. "What the fuck?!!"
"Too much!!" Sarah sobbed. "Too much in me!!!"
It was true. There was too much meat in her. There was only so much room inside her body for penis and almost all the room was taken up by Bob's big cock.
Rick, however, was not about to take "No" for an answer. Holding tight to her waist, he threw all his weight into her backside. Sarah started to scream from the pain, but Bob pulled her open mouth down on his, smothering her cry of agony with a tongue kiss. Slowly, inexorably, Rick's penis pushed back into her ass.
Sarah's world dissolved. There was nothing but the hurt, nothing but the awful hurt. On some level of consciousness, she could hear the boys grunting and groaning; she could feel them hunching, driving their long cocks in and out of her body, fucking ass and pussy at will, battering her quaking form between them like a foam rubber pillow, but it was thankfully a distant level and her awareness of the savage dual rape of her loins was dim.
Gradually, however, as her body began to yield, to mold itself about the plunging cocks, the horrible pain faded and something else took its place. In one instant she was in agony, and the next joy blossomed in her fork. She was suddenly aware of the two male bodies, bodies glistening with sweat, driving against hers, aware of the seesawing battle that was taking place in her crotch. They were fucking her in a maddening reciprocating rhythm ... as one lunged, the other withdrew and vice versa ... so that always she was impaled.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, clinging desperately to Bob as her hips started moving with a will of their own, as she began throwing her body back and forth between the two wildly plunging cocks, oblivious of the danger to herself, conscious only of her insane need to climax, to bring her two young studs to orgasm.
When it began to happen for her it was like a lightning bolt up her spine. She tried to fuck, to hump, but her body refused to obey her. The joy was so intense, so powerful, that she could do absolutely nothing; it short-circuited her brain. She knelt there, quivering, shuddering, her mind on fire, her twin sphincters fluttering madly, milking the cocks that ravaged her in frantic spasms.
"OOOOOHHHHH," Rick howled, his cock caught up in a maelstrom of churning, red hot meat. There wasn't time for him to try and hold back. The wringing convulsions jerked him to the point of climax in a single second. His penis exploded in her bowels, flooding them with buckets of steaming sperm.
Sarah squealed as the molten lava jetted over the abused lining of her rectum. Somehow, that sloshing fluid soothed her hurt; somehow, it made everything right.
"MAN!!" Bob moaned, his cock, too, caught up in the squirming, twisting melee going on between Sarah's thighs. He could actually feel his own brother's cock spurting, feel it flexing as it lay, belly to belly with his. Then, his balls tingled and semen started to fountain from the tip of his penis, to gush into her starving womb. He lurched about wildly, snapping his hips, fucking up into her orgasming cunt as he sent spray after spray of sticky cum into her pussy.
The multiple climax seemed to take an eternity to end. Each of them seemed to get pleasure out the other's orgasm, so the thing kept continuing, snowballing. Finally, the three of them collapsed on the bed. Sarah was sandwiched between the two strong bodies, her cunt and ass filled to the splitting point with their cocks.
This was how it was supposed to be, she thought. She was deliriously happy despite the pain and suffering she'd endured at the hands of her young lovers. It was worth it just to be able to hold both of them, both of their long cocks inside her like that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sarah slept alone for about three hours that morning as the boys crawled off to their own beds just before dawn. They all knew that they had to be careful about how they conducted their affair, as dear Edith was always nosing about, snooping on the boys.
Since Rick and Bob were both starting school, it was plain that things were going to be somewhat difficult as far as all of them getting together at once was concerned. Though none of them especially liked the idea, it seemed that the boys were just going to have to take turns on Sarah separately. Before they went off to bed, the three of them made arrangements for the next day's trysts.
Bob was going to be home in the morning until about noon. Coincidentally, Edith was due to be out of the house during the same time because of her weekly bridge game. Rick was going to be back from class later in the day when his mother was home, so he and Sarah planned to meet at a nearby motel where they could be alone.
Bob awakened her by crawling back into her bed with her at about nine-thirty. He didn't mess around, either, but got right down to it. He squirmed down under the covers, climbing between her legs, and started kissing her on the pussy.
"Ooooh!" she said, opening her eyes wide as his tongue began circling the tender oval of her cunt.
That her pussy was still caked with the residue from the previous night's encounter only seemed to excite the young man further. He licked her cunt clean, bathing it in his hot slobber. Long before he was through, he had her panting with excitement and her pussy hung wide open, gaping, the flaps peeled back, exposing the slick, juicy meat within.
"Honey!" she moaned, as he inserted his tongue tip into her pussy. She hunched into his face salaciously, making his tongue fuck in and out.
Bob only Frenched her cunt for a moment, then turned his attention to the small aperture further down in her fork. He pried her cheeks apart and started kissing her anus.
"Bob! Oh, honey!!" she cried, ecstatically. He was showering her rectum with hot, passionate kisses!
"UMMMMMM," he crooned, nuzzling his mouth against the blazing ring. He was pleased by the way her pore felt, by the way it tasted and smelled. He licked it once, then again and again, and with each lick he grew bolder, hungrier for more. In no time he was shoving his tongue right up her ass, snorting and snuffling between her buttocks like a hog at trough.
Sarah couldn't keep her hips still. What he was doing to her felt far, far too good. She writhed on the bed, rolling her hips, making her cunt grind over his forehead, painting it with her slick juices.
After an eternity of ass licking, Bob finally pushed up from under the covers. He grinned at her crookedly.
"I want to fuck you there, too," he said. "I want to fuck you up the ass."
Sarah shuddered.
"It'll be good," he promised her. "Like last night."
When she didn't respond immediately, he put his thumb to her already wet and stretched pore and pushed. His digit popped up inside her like a shot.
"Oh!!" she gasped, her hips ticking forward, driving his thumb even deeper.
"You like it. We both know that," he told her, moving his digit about over the rubbery walls of her ass. "Come on, you let Rick do it."
What she wanted to say, but did not, was that Rick had a much smaller cock than Bob, that she wasn't sure that she could safely handle all that hot meat.
Bob rolled her over onto her belly and then pulled her up into an all-fours position under him. He put his knees inside hers and levered her thighs wide apart.
"I want to get my cock wet first," he said, jamming the head of his blood-thickened cock into the mouth of her cunt.
Sarah buried her face in the covers as he lunged, as he drove his dry penis into her pussy to the hairs in a single thrust. The feeling was absolutely marvelous!
"GOD, YOU'RE SO DAMN WET!" the boy moaned, pulling his cock back through the slick drapery, then thrusting again. He worked his big penis in and out of her cunt until it gleamed from tip to root with her unctuous juices.
By that time, Sarah was off and running. The sawing of his bulb over her clitoris had gotten her heat up but quick. She pushed back into his lusty staff, rolling her ass, making his cockhead do crazy figure eights over the walls of her vagina.
Bob put his hands to her buttocks and pushed, forcing her cunt to slip off the end of his cock, forcing her ass to tip up further in the air, forcing her face to dig into the bed.
She felt like an ostrich hiding from the world as he gently pulled her buns apart, as he pushed his cockhead up against her tender anal opening. She nearly swooned at the feel of that huge, hot, slippery bulb probing into her anus. It felt way too big!
Bob nudged his penis into her rectum, gradually increasing the pressure until he felt her muscle ring begin to part under his tip.
"GOD!" she howled into her pillow, feeling her ass give way to the impossibly big probe. The massive head began to slip in, ripping her sphincter wide open as it did so, tearing it as never before.
"Don't fight it!" he warned her, sliding his cock in well past the head.
"BOB! I DON'T THINK I CAN ... GOD, IT HURTS SO BAD!!" she wailed.
The boy was more concerned with watching his penis slide into her ass than he was with her petty complaints. The sensation was incredible. Her ass was ten times tighter than her cunt and twice as hot.
"Sweet Lord!" he croaked, his hands holding her firmly by the hips.
Sarah had to bite the covers to keep from screaming as the monstrous rod continued to lance up into her bowels. There seemed to be no end to it. As it slid further and further into her, it became apparent that the root of his penis was much, much thicker than the neck portion. The wedge shaped base of his cock was splitting her ass wide open!
Finally, Bob was into her to the hairs. Under him, she made choked, bubbling sounds, sounds of torment, sounds of agony. Gingerly, he reached in under his balls and stuffed a pair of fingers into her cunt. He rubbed her clitoris incitingly, trying to work up friction, to stimulate the sensitive nubbin.
Stimulate it he did. Sarah shivered as the thrills coursed up over her tummy and down the backs of her thighs. Her pussy squeezed on his fingers as if trying to crush them.
Bob slowly drew his cock back from the depths of her ass, keeping up the crazy clit fiddling all the while.
The pleasure he was giving her was so intense that she hardly noticed the pain of his withdrawal. When he lunged into her rectum again, it didn't feel half bad.
"COME ON!" he urged her, his fingers f lying in and out of her cunt, her cunt making wet and squishy noises around the diving digits. "COME ON, SARAH! GET THAT ASS MOVING! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!"
She couldn't have kept herself from fucking him even if her life had depended on it. Grunting from low in her belly, she threw her whole torso back, throwing herself on his cock and his fingers in the same instant.
"YES! OH, FUCK, YES!!" the boy moaned, pushing on the round buns, forcing her ass to give up his thick cock.
Again, she lunged back ... and again. And each time it was a little bit easier, each time it was a little bit more delightful. After a dozen or so lunges, things had loosened up to the point where he could fuck her ass at will, slipping his cock in and out of it as easily as he could her pussy.
Sarah stopped moving and let him do the work. She held her ass as high in the air as she could and greedily accepted every stabbing inch of his cock, every manic lunge.
"MORE! MORE!!" she begged him, groping back between her legs to clutch his scrotum, to try and urge him on.
The two of them were locked that way, like a pair of dogs rutting in an empty lot, when the door to Sarah's room opened.
Edith's face turned ashen as she saw what was going on on the bed, as she saw her own darling youngest son's huge, swollen cock sliding in and out of his auntie's friction-reddened anus.
"OH, MY GOD!!" she cried, hiding her mouth with her hands.
The sound of her shrill cry froze the couple on the bed.
"STOP IT!! STOP IT!!!" Edith wailed, rushing at them. "YOU LET HIM GO!!"
Sarah gazed at her through pleasure-glazed eyes. The idea that she could hold young Bob with the power of her anal sphincter was ridiculous.
"Bob!!!" his mother bawled. "You stop that this instant! You get away from her!!"
Bob's face turned beet red, but he made no move to pull his penis from her ass.
His defiance and the sight of his strong young cock imbedded in between Sarah's obscenely splayed buns drove her mad with fury.
"I'm going to call your father!" she shouted. "I'm going to tell him just how his sweet, dear sister is behaving with his sons. The foulness! The vileness! There aren't any words to describe you, Sarah! Slut! Whore!!"
When Edith mentioned spilling the beans to Frank, Sarah came out of her reverie. That would never do. Never, never.
"Grab her, Bob!" she said.
The boy reacted instantly, reaching out and taking his mother by the wrist.
"LET GO! LET GO, YOU'RE HURTING ME!!" Edith squealed, trying to twist away, to scratch his hand so he'd let her go.
Sarah quickly scooted forward, causing Bob's penis to slip from her ass. The two parted company with a wet plopping sound and then the besmirched tool lurched up lewdly, to slap upon his breastbone.
"You aren't going to tell anyone anything, Edith," Sarah said.
"You can't stop me!!" the redhead snarled. "Let go of me, Bob!!"
"Sure I can," Sarah said. She reached out and took hold of the front of Edith's dress and ripped open the bodice.
"What?!! What are you doing?!!"
Sarah didn't answer, but continued to tear at the woman's clothes. She ripped the dress from her shoulders and then unhooked her brassiere.
"Nooooo!!" Edith wailed, as her sister-in-law pulled the cups from over her breasts, exposing the sleek cones of flesh, the pert, pencil stub nipples to her son.
"Nice tits, huh, Bob?" Sarah said. She slipped her hands up over them, squeezing them.
"STOP!! GOD, BOB, MAKE HER STOP!!"
But Bob wasn't doing anything but gaping at the way his aunt was mashing his mother's tits.
"So smooth," Sarah said. "You should really feel them, honey. They're a real treat."
Bob looked like he wanted to do just that, but as he was holding his mom's wrists with both hands, he could not.
Sarah pushed the remnants of Edith's dress down over her hips, exposing the woman's lower body, the slick green bikini panties that covered her fat pubic mound.
"Don't do this to me!!" Edith pleaded. "I won't tell, I swear it!!"
"I don't believe you," Sarah said, watching gleefully the way Bob's eyes were flitting over the round hips, the plump pudenda under the green acetate.
"Please!!!" Edith cried, trying to squirm away as Sarah slipped her hands about her waist, sliding her fingers down into the waistband of her panties.
"Oh, Bob, she is really something!" Sarah exclaimed, her fingers moving down lower and lower, down between Edith's thighs. "Her pussy hair is soft as silk!"
"Noooooo!!!" the redhead howled, trying to cross her legs to keep Sarah's fingers from touching her pussy.
Sarah thrust her hand down between Edith's legs, completely covering the woman's cunt. She rubbed her fingertips incitingly over the smooth labia, pressing them into the deep central slit.
"STOP!!" Edith wept.
Sarah only stopped when she had her middle finger buried to the knuckle in the redhead's cunt.
"I got my finger up her pussy, Bob," she told the goggle-eyed boy.
Bo was staring at the lump in the front of his mother's panties, the lump that was Sarah's hand. The lump began to move.
"NOOOOOOO!!" Edith screamed.
"Don't pay any attention to her, Bob," Sarah told him. "She's getting wet already ... want to see?"
Bob just stood there like a statue.
Sarah pulled her hand from the woman's bikinis and raised it up to Bob's face. The middle finger glistened unctuously. Without a word, Sarah dabbed the foxy smelling juice on the boy's nose and mouth.
Bob began to drool at once and a crazy leer spread over his flushed face.
"My God!" Edith gasped. "What kind of animal are you?! What have you done to my son?!!"
Sarah quickly peeled the startled woman's panties down over her hips, exposing her pussy to the aroused young man, showing him the tendrils of soft red fur that fringed the warm pink oval.
"Don't look at me, Bob!" Edith moaned. "Not like that! I'm your mother!!"
Sarah reached around her hip and toyed with the red hairs above her mound.
"Would you like to eat her out, Bob?" Sarah said.
Edith shuddered.
"Eat her out and then fuck her?"
Though Bob made no verbal answer, his cock spoke up for him. It smacked brutally against his sternum, sending tiny droplets of semen spattering over his chest.
"You turn him on, Edith," Sarah said.
"Nooooo!" she moaned miserably.
"Give me her wrists, Bob," the blonde woman said. "I'll hold her while you kiss her cunt."
Bob dutifully handed his mother's wrists back to Sarah, twisting them around her back.
"Bob, please, think what you're doing!" she cried.
Bob put his hands to her breasts and squeezed them, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her hard nipples.
"He is thinking, Edith," Sarah said. "He is."
"Bob, nooooo!!"
But Bob was already bending down, kissing her tits, pushing the supple globes up into his mouth, sucking not just at the stiff nipples, but at the sides of them as well, making big red welts on the creamy flesh.
Edith turned her head aside so she wouldn't have to watch the abomination take place. She couldn't help but feel it, though.
Sarah laughed as the woman shivered against her when Bob's lips grazed her naked tummy, his hands sliding down over the round curves of her hips, reaching back to cup her full-cheeked ass.
"Don't worry, Edith," she said, "Bob's real good at cunt licking. I taught him myself. He'll make you cum in no time."
"GOD!" the redhead groaned, her whole body jerking as her son pressed his face into her pubic mound, nuzzling into the fur that grew there.
His fingers clutched her asscheeks, digging deep into her crack and then he let his hands slip lower, to her thighs.
"NO! NO!!" she wailed as he tore her thighs apart, as he pushed his face between her legs.
"Kiss her cunt, Bob!" Sarah said.
"Oh!" Edith exclaimed, her hips ticking involuntarily as Bob did just that. His mouth was directly upon her vagina, his lips pressed tight to hers. He squirmed his head back and forth, kissing her labia the same way he might have kissed her mouth.
"TONGUE HER! MAKE HER CUM!" Sarah told him.
"OHHHHH!!" Edith shrilled, as the boy's tongue flipped out and swept over the sticky wet surface of her cunt, sending an awesome surge of excitement f lying over her mound.
"GET IT! GET IT ALL!" she cried.
Bob's guttural groan as the taste of his mother's juices exploded on his tongue rippled up over the woman's tummy and tits, echoing into the cavern of her cunt. He threw himself at the task with a raw, animal hunger, kneading her buttocks as he lapped at her slit, as he teased the heavy, swelling petals apart with the tip of his tongue.
Sarah could see that Bob was having an effect on Edith. The woman's cheeks were horribly flushed and her breathing had become deep and labored. She was getting hot!
"Give in to it," the blonde said into her ear. "Let it happen. You know you want it. You know you want his tongue inside you."
Edith shook her head violently, but at that moment, Bob thrust upwards, forcing his probe up into her cunt.
"UHHHHH!!!" the redhead cried, her eyes wild with a mixture of terror and delight.
Bob's mouth made nasty wet sounds as he alternately sucked and tongued her pussy, working his tip over her wrinkly little clit. And his fingers were digging back into her crack, searching for and finding the tiny rosebud of her anus. As he laved the inside of her pussy with his tongue, he poked and teased her butthole with a fingertip.
"UHH! UHH!" she moaned, her hips starting to shift, to grind, to rub her cunt into his sucking, hungry mouth.
"She's getting hot, isn't she?" Sarah said to the grunting boy. "Let's get her over onto the bed so we can take a real close look."
Sarah and Bob wrestled the struggling woman over to the bed and then dragged her across it on her back. Sarah knelt just above her head, holding her wrists pinned to the bed, while Bob gripped her ankles, and with brute strength ripped her thighs wide apart.
"Well, would you look at that!" Sarah said.
Edith's face blushed with shame and humiliation. Her cunt was sopping wet, the petals all pulled back and puffy, ready for a fuck.
Bob put his fingers to her slit, rubbing them over the puckering lips.
"No, Bob! Think what you're doing!!" Edith beseeched him. "It's not too late to stop!"
"You're wrong, honey," Sarah told her. 'That boy wants some of your cunt and he's going to get it, too."
Almost in slow motion, the boy climbed between Edith's legs, lowering himself onto her plush saddle. He lay on her full length and began rocking his hips, sliding the underside of his huge cock up against her pudenda.
"Oh!" Edith gasped, feeling the heat, the hardness of his penis rubbing on her wet and vulnerable pussy.
"Feels good, huh?" Sarah said. "It'll feel even better in a minute."
When Bob finally stopped his dry-humping and raised himself up, the whole underside of his cock was glistening with her viscous lubricant and her cunt slid wide open, waiting to receive the gross shaft.
Edith peered down over her heaving stomach, her eyes full of shock and something altogether different as she took in the massive bloated head of his penis.
Bob took hold of the thick neck of his cock and bent the bulb down, making it rub into her parted gash.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her hips flipping at the feel of all that hot meat on the verge of her pussy.
"Easy, Edith," Sarah said. "You're going to get some in a jiffy."
Bob moistened the tip of his cock between her labia, then bore down on the neck, making her flaps smooch part over it, shoving it right into the mouth of her cunt.
Like magic, as soon as his knob nosed into her pussy, Edith's whole demeanor changed. She stopped fighting, she stopped protesting, she stopped crying. She lifted her legs up from the bed and wrapped her thighs tight around the small of his back. And then, much to the delight of all concerned, she used her legs to pull her son's monstrous penis into her cunt.
"UHHHHH!!!" she whimpered, as the big rod impaled her, as the great bulb rasped her clitoris, sending flurries of joy arching up her backbone.
Bob groaned as he was drawn into her pussy to the hairs. She was so hot, so tight, so willing. Growling, he lurched back, hauling his dripping cock from the back of her womb. Then he started to fuck her. Not gently, not tenderly, but savagely. His ass bobbed up and down and his groin smacked into hers. His huge cock pummeled her cunt, slogging in and out of it at a madcap pace.
"Suck her tits!" Sarah howled, jumping up and down on the bed in her enthusiasm, her own breasts bobbing all over the place.
Bob lowered his mouth to her breasts, and as he screwed the hell out of her pussy, making it sputter, he nursed passionately on her nipples, pulling them deep into his mouth and sucking them hard.
Edith whinnied over and over, her hips leaping up from the bed to meet the lusty lunges, the animal thrusts of the big cock. She was about to cum. That was clear from the dangerous, flushed color of her face, from the quickening speed of her own hip flips.
As soon as Sarah saw the woman start pounding on her son's back with her heels, kicking him to urge him on, to hurry the moment when he flooded her pussy with his gooey charge, she knew that the time was at hand for her to get into the act. She raised herself up on her knees and scooted forward, straddling the delirious woman's upturned face. When her pussy was directly over Edith's mouth, Sarah dropped her ass, pinning her sister-in-law's head to the bed with her vagina.
"MMMMMUHHHHH!!!" Edith wailed up into the wet, smothering folds of flesh.
Sarah whimpered with pleasure and started rocking her ass, sliding her pussy over Edith's face, making the labia smooch out, making them part over the bridge of her nose, jamming the entrance to her channel down hard on her mouth.
The sight of Sarah riding his mom's face, her wet cunt beard clinging to the smooth cheeks and chin, drove poor Bob wild. He picked up the tempo of his fucking until his ass became a blur between her legs, until the sound of her pussy became a single, unbroken hiss.
After about thirty seconds of that kind of treatment, Edith's back arched up from the bed and her legs slid all the way up under his armpits.
"WOW!!" Bob cried, the tendons standing out in his neck as the muscles of her pussy clamped down on his cock, crushing it with tenderness. He was off and spurting in a blink, his cock fountaining inside Edith's cunt as he rolled his ass in a great circle.
The feel of that bubbling liquid pouring into her pussy put Edith right over the edge. She shrieked up into Sarah's muffling cunt and then started licking. She drove her tongue up into the juicy folds, forcing it to enter the shuddering channel, then darting it in and out vigorously, flicking it over the tender clitoral bud.
Sarah got so excited by Edith's tongue fucking that she let go of the woman's hands and concentrated on humping her head. The second Edith's hands were free, she was groping with one in under her ass, fondling her son's orgasming balls, and with the other, probing into Sarah's asscrack.
"YEEEEE!!!" the blonde wailed as Edith pushed her finger up her ass and started moving it about incitingly.
All three of them were off to the races and it was a long, long time before things settled down. Even after the climaxes ended, after Sarah had fallen over on her side with Edith's head still between her legs, after Bob had collapsed onto his mom's sweaty tummy, the horny woman continued to lick pussy and continued to tease the heavy balls.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"So you've changed your mind about telling Frank, huh?" Sarah asked after the three of them had pulled apart.
Edith lay there on her back with her thighs wide apart, toying with the mouth of her pussy.
"Ummmm," she said, dreamily.
"Was it good for you, mom?" Bob asked, his half hard cock draped over his thigh like a fire hose.
"The best!" she said, reaching out to stroke his penis. She lifted it up and pumped it through her fist, twisting her hand as she did so.
"Ohh!" Bob said, slitting his eyes. His penis visibly throbbed in her grip.
Edith gave a little cooing sound and then turned around, putting her face in her son's lap, stuffing the head of his cock into her open mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she said, her cheeks going concave against the bulb as she sucked it. It didn't seem to matter to her that the thing was covered with her own fragrant cunt juices.
Bob just sat there, watching her blow him, watching his cock grow harder and harder between her lips.
Finally, Edith lifted her head and let his sturdy prick slip free. The head was coated with her drool and the shaft was hard as an iron bar.
"I never knew it could be so wonderful," she said.
"You know what they say," Sarah told her. " 'Incest is best'."
"God! But Frank would kill all of us if he knew about what we'd done," she said.
"What Frank doesn't know won't hurt him," Sarah said.
Edith shook her head. "I can't believe how wicked you and the boys were to start all this incest business," she said. Then she laughed. "And you didn't even invite me!"
"Believe me, mom," Bob said, pushing up off the bed. "If we'd known how you were going to take it, we would have."
All three of them laughed at that.
"I hate to leave you two all alone," Bob said, "but I've got to go to class. I guess Rick will be taking over for me pretty soon anyway."
"Oh, dear," Sarah said. "He and I were supposed to meet at some motel." She grinned at Edith. "We didn't want to risk your catching us at it."
"That's no problem," Bob said. "I can talk to him before my first class. I'll tell him to come straight home."
"Do us a favor, though, would you?" Edith said. "Sure."
"Don't tell Rick that I'm in on the deal, OK?" Bob gave her a curious look, then shrugged. "Sure, whatever," he said.
"I want to surprise him," Edith said, giving Sarah a lewd wink.
When Rick came home from school that afternoon, he was expecting to have the house and Aunt Sarah all to himself. Bob informed him that his mother was going to be out for the rest of the day and that he and auntie could get it on all they wanted. Just the idea of it was enough to give him a great hulking hard on. He knew that was how Aunt Sarah liked to see him anyway.
He walked up to the front door and opened it, then called out, "Aunt Sarah, are you here?"
There was no answer.
He stepped into the house and closed the door. She was probably waiting for him in her bedroom or his, he told himself. To ready himself for that eventuality, he started stripping off his clothes, tossing them left and right as he moved quickly toward the bedrooms. By the time he got to his room, he was stark naked and his cock was stiff as a stick.
"Aunt Sarah?" he said, pushing open the door a crack. He entered the room by first inserting his hard cock between the door and jamb, thereby announcing both his arrival and his readiness to pick up where they'd left off earlier.
When there was no verbal response and when he felt nothing warm and wet close about the head of his cock, he pushed the door wide open and peered in. It was empty.
"Aunt Sarah?!" he called to the silent house.
No answer.
He hurried to her bedroom and repeated the cock in the door first routine. Her bedroom was empty, too. He began to think that Bob had gotten the message garbled, that she still wanted him to meet her at the motel, that that was where she was at that very moment, waiting for him.
He started back down the hall, bending down to pick up his scattered clothes, when he heard something, a noise coming from his parent's bedroom. It had to be Sarah! he thought, his pulse pounding.
He slowly turned the knob, then stuck his cock through the crack, hoping that it would be met by hot, liquid lips. Nothing! Nothing but thin air caressed his burning bulb.
"UHHHHH . ... UMMMMMM," said a woman's voice from the other side of the door.
"OOOOOH! OOOOOH, YES!" said another female voice.
Rick's scalp began to crawl. What the hell was going on?! He pushed the door open and stepped into the bedroom.
"Oh no," he choked, staring at the two women intertwined on his parent's bed. They were both naked and were locked in a lewd sixty-nine, their faces pressed tight between each other's thighs, their mouths pressed up against each other's bare, wet pussies. Even from clear across the room, he could smell the scent of broached cunt, of hot pussy. The air was thick with it.
"What is going on here?!!!" he demanded.
Then Sarah lifted her shining mouth from the red bearded cunt under her face.
"Huh?" Rick said. "What?!"
Giggling, she dropped her mouth back down on the fiery wet meat, biting at the puffy labia with her teeth, rolling onto her side. She lifted her topmost leg high in the air, allowing the woman who was greedily sucking her cunt to extricate her head from between her legs.
Edith peered at Rick from over Sarah's slobber-spattered asscheeks. She gave him a sexy wink and then extended her long tongue, fitting it to Sarah's open slit and stuffing it back inside.
"Mom?!" he said, weakly, not moving an inch from where he stood riveted to the floor. "Mom, is that you?"
The two women ignored him and continued to eat each other's cunts. Rick could only really see what Sarah was doing, but that was more than enough to set his libido soaring. His aunt was licking round and round the entrance to his mother's pussy, teasing it, occasionally dipping into it to touch the febrile clit. When she did that, the round, smooth hips of the woman beneath her flipped hungrily, mashing fuck mouth to her lips.
Gathering his courage, Rick approached the bed. When he was within five feet of it, he saw that the red bearded cunt did indeed belong to his mother.
"Holy shit!" he groaned, seeing his mother's face crammed up between Aunt Sarah's buttocks, her nose nuzzling against Sarah's rectum as her tongue flipped in and out of her wet cunt.
Edith raised her head. So did Sarah.
"Is something wrong, son?" Edith said.
"Can we get you anything?" Sarah said, playing with the sodden fur on Edith's pussy.
"Are you both crazy?!" he said.
Edith and Sarah exchanged wry looks, then both stared at the long, hard length of his cock.
"Crazy about that," Edith said, reaching out and taking hold of the big penis, giving it a loving pull.
"Hey!" he complained, jumping back out of reach.
"What's the matter, Rick," Sarah said, "are you afraid of a little pussy?"
With that the two women rushed from the bed and grabbed the dumbfounded boy, pulling him back onto the bed.
"Lay back, Rick," Edith said, pushing on his chest, "just relax, this won't hurt a bit."
"Oh, my God!" he groaned, as he saw his mother lower her head, as she put her lips to his scrotum and planted a hot wet kiss on his left gonad. Then her lips came apart and her tongue snaked out, swirling over the pebbly sac under it. He shuddered at the delicious sensation.
Before he could moan again, she was sweeping her tongue up the underside of his penis, licking up toward the fiery drapery of his nerve bundle. His cock lurched and flopped on his chest like a beached whale. When her mouth reached the tip of his bulb, she took hold of the neck and lifted it from against his sternum. Then she bent it up.
"AAAAGGGHHHH," he croaked, as she drove her wet lips down over the flaring head, forcing the knob over the back of her tongue and deep into her throat.
"NUMMMMMMM!" Edith crooned, bobbing her head, making her distended lips slide up and down his thick shaft.
"She does that real good, doesn't she?" Sarah said, throwing a leg over his chest, straddling him. Her already gooey wet pussy brushed the point of his chin.
"What the...?!!!" he began.
Sarah cut him off short, cut him off by dropping her cunt down on his open mouth. She clutched his hair and ground her pussy over his face, hunching against him like a bitch in heat. The feel of his Ups against her pussy made her tummy ripple with feeling.
"LICK ME! TONGUE ME!!" she moaned, squirming her anus over his chin.
Behind her, Edith was swallowing his cock whole, taking every single gullet-busting inch of it down her throat and mashing her lips down over his bristling root. Once she had him bottomed, she twisted her head back and forth, making his cock roll over the slick walls of her throat.
The feeling of being eaten alive was far too moving for Rick to ignore. He groaned and pushed his tongue up into Sarah's pussy and started lashing it about madly.
"YES! YESSSS!!" his auntie shrieked, raising and dropping her ass vigorously, forcing his stiffened tongue in and out of her cunt.
When everything under her pussy was sticky wet, when his face was inundated by her juice and his own copious slobber, Sarah removed her crotch from his head, turning to look back at Edith.
"OOOOOOH!!!" Rick howled, his hands dropping to the back of his mother's head, to caress it as she sucked the full length of his penis, as she sucked it as no one had sucked it before.
Sarah quickly scooted around on the bed, coming up behind the kneeling Edith. She held the woman's buns apart and then commenced licking and sucking at her anus and occasionally tongue fucking her pussy.
"UHHHHHMMMMM!!!" Edith groaned as to her son's balls, her face distorted by the girth of the cock that filled it.
Sarah stopped her crotch work when everything back there was nice and slippery. Then she took hold of Edith's hips and made her turn around with his cock in her throat.
"MAN!!" he cried as his stiff penis did a 180 degree, turn over her gullet. Suddenly, he was looking up into Edith's upturned behind, into the droopy, overheated petals of her cunt, into the furious, tongue-roughened ring of her anus.
Sarah gave Edith a push and the woman just sat back, dropping her pussy down on Rick's astonished face. To his credit, he only remained astonished for a split second. After that, he was slurping, sucking like a champ, driving his tongue deep into her cunt, swallowing down the slick effluvium that rushed from her gaping font.
Edith crouched there over his lusty bone, bobbing her head, holding his curving shaft steady, making it piston in and out of her throat.
The moans and groans of the incestuous pair were enough to raise the hackles on Sarah's neck. She had to get in on the action somehow. She crawled back around to face Rick's crotch, watching her mother's lips slide up and down, up and down the bloated rod. Dropping her face down lower, she popped his left ball into her mouth and began sucking it for all she was worth.
Almost at once, Rick began to howl into Edith's cunt. The vibrations of that howling made the redheaded woman whinny in delight. Sarah picked up on the vibrations and started humming into the captive testicle.
"JEEEZ!!" the boy cried, throwing his head back from the sloppy wet cunt.
Edith made a choking, gagging sound and then jerked her mouth up from the root of his cock. As his penile bulb slipped from her lips, a great gush of sperm exploded from it, washing over her flushed features. She held his stiff cock right under her chin and let the second and third wave shower her in sticky white.
By that time, Sarah was getting in on the act. She raised her head, extended her tongue, and began licking the semen from Edith's face, from her lips, trying to catch the droplets as they shot from his cockhead.
Rick's mom firmly gripped the base of his wildly flexing cock and started pumping it, milking the jissum up from his balls and onto her face.
"WOW! WOW!!!" he cried, his hips jerking, flipping obscenely upward.
The two frantic women fought over the spoils of his cock with lashing tongues, licking the dripping bulb, licking each other's tongues and mouths to get as much of his precious semen as possible.
When the spurting stopped, they didn't. They took turns bottoming his cock, passing it back and forth between them like a peace pipe, cramming their lips down to the root.
"UHHHHHH!!!" Rick moaned, as, in a matter of seconds, he was sucked to full, straining erection.
Sarah and Edith sat back to admire their handiwork, toying with each other's breasts as they did so.
"What has got into you two?!!" Rick said in a near-whimper. "You're acting like maniacs!"
Edith grinned. "We are maniacs, darling," she said. "Maniacs for your big pud."
Rick shook his head to clear it. "I can't believe this is really happening," he said.
"Maybe you need a further demonstration," Sarah said. "I know I do!"
"Me, too!" Edith said, giggling.
"Hey?!! What?!!" Rick exclaimed.
His mother quickly clambered over his hips, leaning forward, mashing her breasts into his chest. Without a word, Sarah reached down and jerked his cock up, fitting the head to her loose slit. "MOM! OOOOHHHH!" he howled.
Too late. Edith was already dropping her ass, already shoving herself against his big cock. She took it all in at once, in a single lunge; she didn't stop driving downward until her pussy was mashed against his balls, until she had every inch of him up inside her.
"OOOOOOH!!!" she cried, licking his face, teasing her tits over his chest.
Rick's face turned deep purple, his hands reached up to clutch her buns as they started to move, to bob, to force his cock in and out of her hot, juicy cunt.
"OH, MOM! MOM!!" he wailed, his fingers digging into the resilient meat of her ass, his hands urging her to move faster, harder, to twist her pussy down over his straining cock.
She only gave him a dozen or so strokes before lifting her pussy up from his bulb. To his amazement, she vaulted up to his face, dropping her dripping cunt onto his mouth.
Sarah grabbed the gleaming rod and hopped forward, taking up the same position as Edith had vacated, tits to chest, ass in the air. Then she crammed his well-lubed staff up her pussy and started fucking him like crazy.
The two women hunched in unison, pussy to face, pussy to cock, grunting and groaning like wild animals.
When Edith lifted her cunt from Rick's face, his tongue was stuffed deep inside. The long, pink tool wiggled lewdly, trying to get back inside. But that wasn't the game plan. Edith squirmed off his face just as Sarah pulled his cock from her cunt. The former hurdled his hips, jamming his cock up her cunt and the latter mounted his face, letting the lashing tongue wriggle up into her cunt.
It was a team effort and it paid off big. By interrupting the intercourse, the women could stretch out Rick's orgasm, make him last and last and last. Of course, every time he was brought to the brink, another drop or two of cum was added to the already staggering payload in his balls. By the time they were ready to play another variation of the same game, his balls looked like a pair of navel oranges.
Edith ripped his cock from her pussy and Sarah dismounted his face. Then they ignored him.
Rick pushed up on his elbows, looking at the state of his cock and groaning. It looked like his rod had been sandpapered; it was that bright a shade of red. Then he looked at the two women.
Sarah and Edith lay in each other's arms, belly to belly, with Sarah on top, their legs splayed open so he could see their pussies, all open and gooey, one on top of the other.
In a flash he had it. They were offering him a free shot!
"OH, MAN, OH, MAN, OH, MAN!" he exclaimed, rolling to his knees, throwing himself on top of Sarah's back. He jammed his penis into her pussy and thrust, burying himself in her to the root. Then, he jerked back and pulled free of her, pushing down on his cock and thrusting again, driving his penis into Edith's cunt.
It was crazy! It was fantastic! He played musical cunts until he thought he'd go mad. Then, he discovered that he was only getting half the action that was being offered. As he pulled his cock up from Edith's cunt, he jerked too hard, and when he subsequently lunged, his cock didn't go up Sarah's pussy as he'd intended, but, instead, rocketed right up her blazing ass.
From then on, he was fucking both ass and pussy, giving one stroke to each, then moving on. The women under him were going crazy, tongue kissing each other and feeling each other's tits while they got fucked in maddening single strokes. Things were so sloppy, gooey between their widely parted thighs that there was no stopping that cock of his. It slipped up ass as easily as it bottomed pussy ... and they loved every breathless lunge.
Rick was just getting his steam up. It took a considerable amount of effort for him to feel anything at all in his cock as the nerve ends in it had practically been worn off by all the marvelous friction. He was lunging, plowing into Sarah's ass, when the door to the bedroom opened.
Of all the folks on the bed, only he turned to see who it was. All the color drained from his face.
"Dad!" he croaked, trying desperately to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs, the sucking sphincter.
"What the hell?!!!" Frank cried, his face livid with rage, his eyes full of shock and horror.
Sarah pulled her tongue from Edith's throat and looked over at her brother.
"What are you doing?!!" he howled, tears brimming in his eyes. "What in god's name are you doing?!!!"
"Dad, please," Rick stammered, "it's not as bad as it looks, really." As he pushed himself up off his aunt's back, the greasy shaft of his penis became visible as it pulled out from between her buttocks.
"OH, MY GOD!" Frank gasped.
"Dad, I," Rick said, then seeing what his father was staring at. He quickly threw himself forward, once again burying his penis in her rectum in an attempt to hide it and the awful truth from his father.
"UHHHHH!!" Sarah moaned balefully as the cock rammed back up her ass.
"You're fucking your own aunt!" Frank cried. "You're fucking your own mother, too!"
"Dad!"
"I can't take this! I won't take this!" Frank said, flecks of foam appearing at the comers of his mouth. There was a decidedly demented look in his eye.
"Frank!" Edith said from the bottom of the pile of superheated flesh. "Calm down, don't do something, or say something that you'll be sorry for later."
"I'll calm down, all right," he snarled. "I'll calm down after I go get my pistol and kill all three of you degenerate perverts!"
"No, Dad! Dad!!"
Frank stormed out of the room.
"You don't think he'd really do something like that, do you?" Sarah asked.
"He does have a gun," Rick said, the alarm very apparent in his voice.
"Maybe I'd better go see that he settles down," Edith said.
"No," Sarah said, slipping out from under Rick, "let me go. I might be able to calm him down."
Edith and Rick tried to get her to stay, but Sarah wouldn't listen. She walked, stark naked out of the room, hurrying through the house after her irate brother.
CHAPTER NINE
"Frank? Are you in there?" Sarah said, knocking lightly on the door to his study.
There was a noise from within, a dry, metallic clicking sound, the sound of the hammer of a pistol being cocked back. Sarah's heart pounded agonizingly in her chest. Was he preparing to shoot her? She knew that if he was, she could never get away before the deed was done, so she steeled herself and pushed into the room.
"God! Frank, don't!!!" she cried, rushing forward.
Her brother sat at his desk with the cocked pistol pressed tight against his temple, ready to blow his brains all over the room.
"Stay back, you!" he growled, his knuckles dead white on the pistol's grip.
"Wait just a second, please," she pleaded. "Don't do it yet!"
"Save your breath if you think you can 'explain' what was going on in there," he said, bitterly, his cheeks still wet from his tears. "I know damn well that it was ... a goddamned incestual orgy!!"
"I don't deny that, Frank," she said, trying to be calm.
He glowered at her. "The only thing I want to know," he said, "is whose idea was it in the first place?"
Sarah hung her head. "Mine," she said. "It was all my fault, I started it."
"But they went along with it," he snapped. "And I suppose you're going to tell me that Bob is in on it, too?"
There seemed to be no point in lying now. "Yes, Bob is in on it, too," she said. "But it's not as terrible as it seems, really."
"Oh, sure," he said, "it's an everyday thing to come home and find your son fucking your wife and sister in the ass!"
"Would you let me explain my part in it, at least?"
"Sure. I'll give you a minute."
Sarah took a deep breath and began, not knowing really what she was going to say, but wanting to say something, anything to make him change his mind about suicide.
"I always felt the same way as you about incest, that it was a terrible thing, a horrible thing, until I tried it," she said.
"Shit!"
"Let me go on, please."
Frank glared at her.
"I want you to know that I never had any designs on your sons when they were little," she said, earnestly. "That kind of incest is abominable."
"Aren't you splitting hairs?" he said. "As well as confusing the issue with child abuse?"
"No, I don't think so," she said. "It's an altogether different thing when two consenting adults decide to have sex."
"I can give you the legal definition of incest if you like," he said, through his teeth.
The way he looked frightened her. He only vaguely resembled the Frank she knew and loved; it was as if there was another person, a scared, panicked person underneath his skin, distorting it.
"I don't care about the legal aspect," she said. "The moral aspect is all that concerns me. The laws concerning incest were written hundreds of years ago and they were primarily meant to keep people from inbreeding. Nowadays, with the pill and all, unwanted or possibly malformed babies are not as much a concern. I think some European country, Sweden, maybe, has repealed their incest law because they found it unenforceable, outdated."
"So, the gist of what you're saying is 'if it feels good, do it', right?"
Sarah shook her head. "What I'm saying is that incest is not necessarily a bad thing on its face. Take my case, for instance. After Ronald died I had no one to turn to. I wanted love, but I was afraid to take the risk of being rejected. I don't know what I might have done if I hadn't run into Rick and Bob by accident at the ski resort."
"You might have had to face up to your problem," he said, bitterly. "Instead of mucking up the lives of two perfectly innocent young men."
"You're wrong, Frank," she said. "What happened between the three of us wasn't the doing of any one of us. It just happened. There's no way on earth that I could've forced your sons into making love to me. It would've been physically impossible. And you're wrong about my not facing my problem. I know what I need and I know why I'm afraid to seek it out. I blew it with Ronald, you know it, I know it. He was a cold fish. I could never trust him and I could never love him. I never should've married him."
"I told you that," he said.
"I know you did. But what alternative did I have?"
"You could've stayed here with us."
"Edith never would've stood for it."
"You and she seemed mighty close a minute ago," he said, nastily. "I never knew she had lesbian tendencies."
"Now is now, then is then," she said. "Then Edith was jealous of me, of the time I spent with you. And besides, I think she had good reason to be jealous."
"What?"
"I love you, Frank," she said. "I always have. If you don't believe me, then ask yourself why I married Ronald, why I moved away. I did it to keep your marriage together."
"Come on!"
"No. Edith was on the verge of making you take a side, either with her or with me. I couldn't see your boys getting caught up in something like that. I don't want to be the cause. So I left. "
Frank closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his head against the muzzle of the gun.
"In a way," she said, "I think the reason I found Rick and Bob so attractive is because now that they've grown up they resemble you so much. The way they walk, talk."
"Now you're going to tell me that you want me to join in on the perverted fun!"
"No, Frank, it's not perverted. There's nothing wrong with people who love each other enjoying that kind of sexual intimacy. It only amplifies the closeness."
"So you're saying it's perfectly normal for a son to ball his mother?!!"
"Are you jealous of Rick?"
"What?!!"
"I mean it, Frank. Is that really what's got your dander up or is it the 'crime' we've committed?"
"You're sick, do you know that?"
"No, I'm not, Frank. I'm perfectly well. I feel better about myself than I have in years. Take your blinders off, brother. Look at what has happened.
Edith and I are friends! Can you even imagine that?!!"
He looked away.
"You can't, can you? And you can't imagine the joy all four of us have shared."
"Behind my back!"
"Listen to what you're saying."
"I'm not jealous, dammit! I'm sick to my stomach! I don't want to face this horror any longer. I can't stand the thought of my family turning into a bunch of degenerates!"
"You are jealous, Frank. Your own words prove it. And it's not important. The only reason you weren't included in the sex was because you weren't around."
"Thank God!"
"Listen to me, please. What we've done has hurt no one. It has only helped. Can't you see that?"
"Your minute is up," he said, grimly. "If I were you, I'd step outside because there isn't going to be much left of my head when this thing goes off." Sarah's head reeled. She wouldn't give up. She couldn't let him kill himself. She loved him far too much. Better that she died than him. Then she had it!
"Frank, aim the gun at me," she said.
"What?"
"I want you to point it at me. I'm going to touch you, to touch you the way I've wanted to touch you for the longest time, and if it revolts you, if it's perverted, degenerate, I want you to kill me, to shoot me dead."
He frowned.
"I mean it! And I'm going to touch you whether or not you aim the gun at me." She reached out with trembling fingers and gently pulled the muzzle from against his temple, rounding the desk, turning his chair to the side. She dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling the barrel of the gun up against her forehead.
"For god's sake, leave me alone!" he moaned.
"When you hate it, Frank," she said, "when it gets so horrible that you have to stop it, pull the trigger."
She let her hands drop from the gun. Frank held it trained on her head, his finger inside the trigger guard, resting on the trigger.
"I'm going to touch you now, Frank," she warned him. "I'm going to touch your cock." Her hand moved from against his hip, over his crotch, then slowly dropped to cover his genitals. So very gently she let the weight of her hand down that at first he couldn't even feel it. Then she was clutching the soft rubbery meat of his shaft right through his trousers.
"Oh!" he said, his eyelids fluttering.
She held his cock tight in her fist, caressing it through the fabric.
"Stop!" he moaned. "Sarah, for god's sake!"
Bu she didn't stop. She kept on squeezing his penis until she felt it throb into her palm. Then she unzipped his fly.
"No, please!" he groaned, as she reached her hand inside, as her hot fingers wrapped about the swelling length of his cock and pulled it free of his fly, hauling it out into the light of the room.
"God!" she whined. "Frank! It's immense! I never even dreamed!!"
It was true. He was hung like a bull. His cock, though still mostly soft, was almost as big around as her wrist and it draped down all the way to his knee.
Despite his avowed loathing for all things incestual, Frank did not shrink back from the touch of her fingers on his penis, nor did he pull the trigger of the gun he held against her head.
"I want to kiss it, Frank," she moaned, lowering her head, opening her mouth and pressing it against the velvety bulb. It was much more than she could get into her mouth in one gulp. She had to content herself by making a trough of her lips and covering half of the huge domed head.
Frank shifted nervously in his chair, feeling the heat, the slickness of her mouth on his knob, the pebbly surface of her tongue lapping at him.
"Ummmmm!" she crooned to it, reaching down, lifting it up and licking at his nerve bundle, sweeping the tip of her tongue up over it, then digging its tip into his vast dick slot. She pressed her pursed Ups to that vent and sucked with all her might, trying to draw up a taste of his semen from his balls.
"God!" he gasped, as her wringing grip, her sucking Ups, made his cock throb into full erection.
His big cock felt marvelous in her hand and against her mouth. She peered up at him over it, swirling her tongue around the bulb, letting him see just how much she loved it. His face was no longer deathly pale, but a dark, congested red, and he was puffing a bit as he watched his sister lick and suck his cock.
Sarah didn't say anything yet. It was too soon. If she made any mention of his obvious arousal at this point there was still a chance that he might revert, that he might take her the wrong way, thinking that she was trying to embarrass him, to hurt him.
She concentrated on his nerve bundle, mashing her open mouth on it, sucking the hot flesh into her mouth, nursing on it noisily.
"Oh!" Frank moaned, his hips squirming on the chair.
She could tell that he was getting hotter by the second. The purplish head of his cock was taking on a bright red hue about the edges, about the slit, and about the nerve bundle. She could feel the hot blood pounding through his penis, feel it against the tip of her nose, her lips, her tongue. Whining softly, she continued to suck at the end of his penis, sliding her nursing lips up over the tip, then back down, giving his whole bulb the marvelous suction treatment. But always she returned to his thrill center for she knew that that was the key to stimulating him.
"I love your cock," she moaned, opening her mouth as wide as she could and trying her best to get his stiff prick between her lips. All she could manage was the first two inches or so. She couldn't even get her mouth over the flaring rim. The attempt was what mattered, though. It was touching, moving in the extreme.
Frank shuddered to see his cock head jammed into her face like that, to feel her tongue tip probing into his slit, hungry for the taste of his semen.
As she sucked, she wrapped both hands around his shaft, gripping it with one atop the other, as if she were holding a baseball bat. She began pumping her hands up and down, making his sheath slide over the stony inner bone. She could feel the rigid surface of that length of blood-filled muscle against her fingers. She wanted it inside her, all of it inside her, pounding her, killing her.
Frank whimpered at the pressure she was putting on his penis. Indeed, she was gripping it so fiercely that the head seemed to balloon out, to swell to an even more outlandish size, the skin turning from soft velvet to shiny smooth as it was filled to the limit with hot blood.
"So big, so hard!" she cooed, nipping playfully at his nerve bundle.
The feel of her teeth on his cock made Frank bolt upright, making his lower jaw sag.
The cock in her hands throbbed ominously, tendons flexing, veins bulging to the bursting point. She bit him harder, holding his pendulous and suck reddened flesh in her teeth and shaking her head like a terrier with a bald pink rat.
"God!!" he groaned, his hips flipping reflexively up from the chair seat as the waves of delight coursed up and down his cock.
Sarah stopped as suddenly as she'd begun. There was something oozing from the slot in his cockhead, something white and thick like library paste. Whining, moaning, she carefully extended her tongue and licked the gob of pre-cum from his cock, swirling it about in her mouth, her face beaming ecstatically.
"I LOVE IT! LOVE IT!!" she cried, jamming the tip into her mouth and sucking for all she was worth, trying desperately to get just one more taste.
By the time she finished slurping, Frank was fit to be tied. There was a horrible need in his eyes, on his face. He wanted to fuck her, all right. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but he still held the gun.
Sarah slowly rose from the floor, keeping her hands tight around his cock. Frank held the gun level, not moving it as she moved, so that when she was fully upright, it was pointed directly into her plump, pink cunt.
"Frank," she said, softly, "why don't you put the gun down on the desk and touch me?"
He blinked at her, as if her words made no sense.
"Put down the gun and feel my pussy, Frank," she said.
He stared at what the gun was aimed at, the moist pink flanges of her cunt, and then let out a sigh. Slowly, he pulled the pistol back and set it down on the desktop.
"Touch me," she said, moving closer, moving her feet wide apart so he could touch her everywhere, anywhere that he wanted.
His hand was shaking as he raised it to her crotch, and when his fingers grazed her soft pubic hairs, his touch was like a gentle breeze, hardly ruffling the fur.
"Don't be afraid," she said, sliding her hand over his, pushing it down against her hot labia.
Frank shivered as he felt the stickiness of her pussy, as he sensed the readiness of it for a fuck. He stroked the pouty petals, his face burning with desire, with confusion. He couldn't deny that he wanted this lovely woman, that he wanted her in every way possible, despite the fact that she was his sister. The more he felt her cunt, the more the sleepy petals parted, the more he inhaled the keen, foxy scent of her sex, the more fervently he wanted her.
Sarah, for her part, was nearly coming apart at the seams. He was teasing her so gently, so slowly, when she wanted him to jam his fingers up her pussy, to finger fuck her into unconsciousness.
"Kiss it if you like," she said, turning her back on him, bending way over at the waist, presenting her pussy to him the back way.
Frank groaned. Her fat pink cunt hung there so sweet, so sexy that he couldn't help himself. He reached out for her thighs and pulled her closer.
"YES, FRANK, YES!" she moaned, groping back to clutch her own buttocks, to hold them wide apart for him. She showed him not only the yawning slit of her vagina, but the rosebud of her anus as well, everything she had.
Once the dance was begun, once his face was moving close to her upturned pussy, there was no turning back. Frank was no longer in control of himself; he was animated by the hormones coursing through his veins. He buried his face in her asscrack, jamming the tip of his nose into her rectum, his mouth hard on the entrance to her pussy.
"OHHHH" she gasped as his tongue pushed up into her cunt, as it began to flip and flail over the slippery walls, to flick at her erect clitoris, to make the flurries of joy ripple up her tummy.
He was insatiable once he got started. He ground his face even harder into her crack, trying frantically to get more depth, more penetration into her pussy, and when he could not, he pulled his tongue out and began slobbering all over her external genitalia, licking and sucking at her labia, her fuzz, pulling the flaps far from her body with the power of his suction.
Sarah just stood there, trembling, and let it happen. She'd been eaten out a time or two before and thought she knew what to expect, but the suck and drool session that Frank was giving her was beyond anything in her experience. He was trying to gobble her pussy whole! To get all of it into his mouth at once! And his hot slobber was rushing down the insides of her thighs, rolling down past her knees. He was an animal! A beast!
"More!" she moaned, prying her ass even further apart, so far apart that all hint of her crack disappeared. There was only a silky smooth flatness between her hands, a flatness dimpled by a single distorted pink ring.
Frank fell on her anus like a meal to be devoured, sucking it into his mouth, thrusting his tongue over it.
"OHH!" she exclaimed, her back stiffening as his big tongue surged up her pore and commenced to dart in and out.
His hands were busy, too, busy probing into her pussy, busy feeling her breasts, plucking at the hard nipples, busy groping the ripe hummock of her pussy, teasing the wet, sticky lips.
In short order, he drove her absolutely wild. She panted, she puffed, she shook her bottom back into his face.
"FUCK ME!" she beseeched him. "FUCK ME, NOW, FRANK!!!"
Her brother stopped sucking her ass, but kept his sticky face between her out-flung cheeks. He gasped hot breath over her wet pore.
"YOU WANT ME!" she moaned. "YOU HAVE TO WANT ME!!"
He shook his head to clear it, but it did no good. He did want her. He wanted her with all his heart and soul.
"Yes!" he moaned, sobbing into her cunt.
"Then, do it!" she wailed.
Frank reached up and gripped her right breast, squeezing it tenderly, using it as a handle to pull her back onto his lap.
As she dropped back, she felt the searing underside of his cock slide up between her buns, scorching over her cunt mouth, over her pore.
Frank moved her about like a ragdoll, lifting her up so he could get the head of his huge cock pushed up against the mouth of her pussy.
She groaned at the feel of it pressing into her gash. It was immense! It would ruin her forever!
Once he had his cock lined up, he leaned forward, bearing down on her shoulders, forcing her pussy to part over the knobby tip, jamming his bulb up into the tight wetness of her cunt.
"YEEEEE!!!" she squealed, as the thing pushed into her, as she felt her sphincter ripping, as the bulb scoured her clit, threatening to rub the little bud right off. It hurt awfully, but she had to get it all, every inch of it inside her.
Frank had the very same idea. He bore down relentlessly, ramming more and more of his penis into her until she sat flat on his loins, until she had it all.
"Oh, God! God!" she "whimpered mindlessly. She sat riding on the biggest cock she'd ever seen, ever felt, ever imagined, and that cock belonged to none other than her brother, Frank.
"YOU'RE SO TIGHT!" he moaned into the nape of her neck, his hands kneading her breasts, wringing them out like twin loaves of bread dough.
Sarah wanted to feel her pussy clamp down on the massive penis, but it was impossible. She was so horribly stretched that her muscles couldn't contract. It felt like he'd shoved a huge, hot log up into her belly.
"You're so wonderful!" he crooned, gripping her thighs from underneath, lifting her body up, making her overstuffed pussy disgorge his cock.
"OH!!" she wailed, clutching, clawing at his hands. It felt like he was turning her inside out!!!
"AHHH!" he said, letting her drop back down, burying his cock in her tight pussy.
Sarah couldn't believe the pressure on her stomach. She could actually see it shove out as the big rod slipped home. It hurt like hell but she didn't want him to stop.
"So sweet," he muttered, lifting and lowering her, moving faster and faster.
Sarah shuddered every time the huge bulb buffeted her clit, every time it fanned the flames of her hunger. She knew it was getting to her. She could feel herself quaking all over. No matter how much it hurt, no matter what the consequences of taking all that meat inside her were, she was getting ready to orgasm around it.
Frank could feel her shaking, could feel the walls of her pussy trembling.
"You're ready for it, aren't you?" he said, thickly.
Sarah was far too turned on to be able to form words, so she just nodded rapidly.
"I don't want to finish it like this," he told her, breathlessly. "I want to do it face to face. I want to kiss you while I'm cumming into you."
With that he lifted her once again. His cockhead and her cunt parted company and then he was setting her down on her feet. He rose from the chair and turned her around, reaching down behind her back to grip her bottom. He hoisted her up, lifting her up onto the desk top, spreading her out there.
Sarah lay there with her knees as wide apart as they'd go, her arms open, waiting, yearning. Frank pushed the head of his cock back into her pussy and then lay down on top of her. As he lowered himself he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her cunt.
When she felt that great penis boring into her, she lifted her knees up in the air, letting it slide home, letting it fill her pussy from wall to wall with its hugeness. He kept on feeding it to her until his big balls nestled into her buttocks.
"OH, FRANK! FRANK!!" she gasped, locking her legs about the small of his back.
As soon as he felt her heels digging into his asscrack, he began to fuck her. He moved slowly at first, gradually picking up the tempo until he was hammering her tight pulsating cunt, pounding the daylights out of it.
Sarah's whole consciousness was focused on that pistoning length of meat, on the friction it created as it slogged in and out of her juicy sheath. The sheer volume, the power of it swept her up and away, lifted her clear to the stars. Then, the bottom fell out of the world.
"YEEEE!!!" Sarah bleated, her crotch exploding with joy. She was cumming! Cumming around his cock!
Above her, Frank panted and puffed, biting his lips and tongue to keep from squirting too soon. He kept right on fucking her, stretching out her climax to the point of pain and beyond, making her sob and bawl, making her emit little shrill bird cries that came bubbling from her throat.
She tumbled for an eternity, head over heels through the void, her mind alight with skyrockets, her vagina tingling, rippling with delight.
Frank toyed with her, teased her, kept her cumming until she was sure she'd go mad from the sustained pleasure. Then he could bear it no longer.
"DARLING! NOW! NOW!!" he growled, dropping his face to hers.
She opened her mouth and his long thick tongue snaked between her lips and lashed down her throat. Their mouths were locked together, their loins fused.
He thrust his cock into her to the root and held it there for a moment. She could feel the thing quivering against the walls of her pussy. Then it happened! His cock exploded within her, gushing buckets of steaming sperm into her womb.
"OH! OHHHHH!!" she gasped, unlocking her legs from his back, holding them up in the air, her feet kicking madly as the torrents of semen belched into her.
Frank snapped his hips spastically, unable to keep up a steady rhythm for the paralyzing pleasure that was engulfing him. His cock spat pulse after pulse into her pussy, filling her womb with the sticky stuff. As he continued to hump, to drive his cock in and out of her, the white goo welled out between the side of his shaft and her jabbering labia, oozing down over her buttocks in a thick tidal wave.
Sarah wallowed in the deluge, in the delirious pressure of being filled to the bursting point with cum. He was hosing her, douching her with semen!
He kept on fucking her even after his orgasmic peak had passed, trying desperately to fan himself up to another joyous surge. She slid her long, smooth legs up and down the sides of his body, caressing him, urging him on.
After a long while, he stopped and rested, leaning his body against hers, practically crushing her with its weight.
"I love you so much," Sarah said, clasping against him with her legs, squirming her hips as if trying to get all of him, his entire body up into her cunt.
"And I love you, too," he said, kissing her ear.
There was a long silence.
"You were right," he said.
"Ummmm?"
He kissed the tip of her nose. "Right about incest," he said. "Sex has never been better for me....
"Me, either," she said, contentedly.
"And I don't feel guilty or perverted or anything. God! You must think I'm really some kind of idiot for the way I behaved earlier."
"No, I don't," she said. "You acted the way you felt."
"I really thought it would be terrible," he said. "It's funny, but nothing in my life ever felt so right. We were made for each other."
"I know that," she said, cuddling up against him.
"I know exactly what you're thinking while we're doing it. What you want me to do. When you want me to do it. Right now I feel like I'm a part of you. Like we're connected. Siamese twins."
"Me, too."
"Was it that good with Rick and Bob?"
She shook her head. "No, not nearly," she said, truthfully. The earth had never moved beneath her before, not the way it just had.
They hugged each other tight for a long time, not saying another word. Finally, Sarah said, "Frank, we really should go find the others and tell them that everything's all right. They're probably worried sick about us."
He looked down into her eyes, into the softness of her face. "In a minute," she said, starting to move his hips, to slide his still-hard penis in and out of her warm body. "In a minute."
