Cleaned 19 By timos111@hotmail.com They got in the door to be greeted by a dense blast of thudding, furious sound. The apartment was in darkness apart from the flickering glow of the TV screen, tuned to a cable music channel. Brad was stretched out on the big sofa. Janelle was not at all impressed to see him back so early. The boy was supposed to be out jamming with his music buddies, partying and fucking his brains out. So then the coast would be clear for her to fuck hers out. “Hi Brad” said Doug, in an “uncle” sort of a way. “You’re home early. What’s up?” “Got busted.” “What?” “Narcs. They had us all up against the wall.” “You had stuff on you?” Brad gave a “do-you-think-I’m-stupid?” look, then switched his gaze back to the telly. He was clearly in a foul mood. Janelle took over. “They book you for anything?” “Nah. Only those who were carrying.” “So what happened?” She was softening a little toward him, having had her own occasional brushes with the law for substance abuse. “They sealed the exits. We all got searched. Then I got told to go home and stay there.” “So why so morose?” “They broke my guitar.” Their attention turned to his battle-scarred Stratocaster, leaned up in the corner of the room. Its headstock was bent over at an impossible angle, like a broken wrist. “Why?” This from Doug. “Just assholes, I guess.” Not much more to say, really. It was simply one of those things. Doug went to put on some coffee and rummage around in the fridge. Janelle appeared swiftly beside him in the gloom, a feral gleam shining in her eyes. She was twitchy, like a cat on a hot tin roof. When she spoke her voice was low, hard-edged, and ever-so-slightly desperate. “Doug, I’ve got to have you. I won’t be denied.” She moved in close to him, backing him up against the fridge, while swiftly her hands undid him and closed in upon his crotch. In the living room, the roar of fuzzed-up guitars had gone back up a few notches. Brad seemed unlikely to budge from the sofa anytime soon. She got Doug mostly erect with her manipulations. Meanwhile she nuzzled his chest with her face, with lips and teeth finding his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. Her big breasts pushed firmly against his midriff. The cock-play now got increasingly rough, making him grunt and almost cry out. He started to go flaccid again and, sensing this, she backed off and fondled him back to hardness. Then she renewed the twisting and contortion of his genitals. She was causing discomfort bordering on pain, but was stopping short of real agony. Any softening-up on his part was countered by a return to more conventional hand-job actions, which kept him erect almost against his will. He was enduring this, rather than enjoying it. “Finger me.” It was barked in a low voice, like an order. He reached down and tried to unzip her cutoffs. “Through my pants. Finger me through my pants.” Reaching down, he found it was more a case of fingering her AROUND her pants. This was because much of her sit-sack bulged out either side of the scanty denim crutch-piece. And because it didn’t seem to matter right now where he touched her down there, because she was just so goddamn fired up. She literally convulsed at each of his touches, yet she wasn’t cumming. It was like she was teasing herself, by keeping her pants on. His touches, and his tormented reactions to her touches, were making her want to climb the walls. Just then, the apartment intercom crackled into life. “Janelle? You home, honey? Open up, it’s me!” “Fuck-it!” she literally spat, springing away from Doug. “What? Who is it?” Doug stowed his aching equipment back into its rightful place. “My lovin’ aunt Nerissa, that’s who.” “Janelle honey, it’s cold down here!” the voice crackled again, more insistently. Resignedly, Janelle pressed the button to admit this new visitor. Doug was going around the place switching on lights, and explaining to Brad that he better turn that down ‘cos they have company arriving. Nerissa flooded into the room, causing double-takes from Doug and Brad who weren’t prepared for the impressive size and vivid colours of Janelle’s aunt in full regalia. “Janelle honey! How ya bin?” Janelle accepted the bone-crushing hug and sloppy kiss, then broke free. “How the fuck did you find me?” “Janelle! It’s like ya not glad to see me!” “Just answer the question!” “I got worried, you being so secretive and all. I hadda do some detective work.” “You had me tailed?” “Nah! Just checked through some of your things at home. I found a business card, and one of its phone numbers I got traced to this apartment. ” “You went through my stuff!” “I was worried, hon! You won’t say nuthin’ to me about your new man. For all I know, he’s mixed up with the Mob!” “So you come charging in like the cavalry! How do you know he won’t get you whacked?” Janelle indicated Doug as she said this, hoping he might be looking at least a little bit fierce. But the highly bemused expressions on both men’s faces instantly told Nerissa she had nothing whatsoever to worry about. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced” she said, offering a hand to Doug. “I’m Nerissa.” “So I gather. I’m Doug, and this is my nephew Brad.” Nerissa threw a covetous glance at the handsome but bashful boy, then sat down to occupy a goodly portion of sofa with her generous brown bulges. “Say, nice place! No wonder you hardly come home any more, Janelle.” Janelle rolled her eyes upwards, and wondered how long her giant of an aunt would drag this out for. “What kinda business you in, Mister?” “I’m a financial analyst. Corporate mergers, mostly.” “One of them raiders? An asset-stripper?” “We try to look for more positive outcomes than that.” Nerissa nodded, as if satisfied with his answer. She turned to Brad. “And you, honey?” she asked sweetly. “I play guitar.” Auntie N lit up like a lighthouse. “You in the music business?” “Sorta. Well, trying.” “Music’s something I can talk about. What style are you into?” “I started on thrash, and speed metal, but I moved on. Me and some guys are working on a crossover of ideas at the moment.” “Are you good?” “Yeah. We are.” “Hmmmm. I should come and have a listen. If you’re good, then I should get you connected.” “Connected?” “Put you in touch with some people I know.” “You know the music business here?” “Why sure. I got connections go right to the top.” Janelle knew this to be a fact. Nerissa had, in an illustrious sexual career, bedded a veritable who’s who of industry luminaries. She had such style and presence that even becoming massively overweight had not greatly diminished her super-groupie status. Her acquisition of a husband had done far more to slow her down for a time, but she was rid of him now. Brad was quiet yet attentive, too shy to ask the obvious question. So she answered it for him. “I’ll come and check you out. When ya playing next?” Brad gave her the info. “You got a demo?” “Not yet. Don’t have the bucks for a decent studio.” “I can help you there. It’ll cost ya, but not so much.” Brad nodded appreciatively. Meanwhile Janelle was getting increasingly fidgety, almost vibrating with agitation. “You okay, honey? You don’t look so well.” “I … uh … just kinda tired, that’s all.” “Well, ex-CUSE me for keeping you awake!” But Nerissa took the hint and stood to leave. “Nice to know you doin’ okay, honey. I set my mind at ease.” Then to Doug, “You look after this girl, ya hear? Or else I’ll give ya a smack in the mouth!” Doug assured her he’d remain the epitome of courtesy and respect. Worldly-wise Nerissa seemed to know an awful lot but he couldn’t help feeling that, as far as Janelle was concerned, she didn’t know the half of it. The baby of the family can never do any wrong, it seems. With Nerissa gone at last, the two of them turned and regarded Brad. The TV volume was back up and he showed every indication of spending the whole night blobbed out to the walls of sound emanating from its speakers. “Bedroom” Janelle hissed at Doug. “Now.” Inside with the door firmly shut, she bade him strip naked. She took a lot of time and care to truss his wrists behind his back, and his ankles together, using a lot of soft, pliable rope. Then she pushed at him so that he lost what little balance he had and toppled onto the bed. Face-down, he felt himself seized and his legs bent back from the knees to be linked by a short length of rope to his wrists. This left him pretty immobile. He lay there, comfortable for now but wondering how long it would last. Janelle gazed down at him for a time, drinking in the look of concern now playing across his features. She cupped her boobs, and began tugging and twisting her nipples through her bra, obviously exulting at his helpless and pitiful state. Then she quickly shucked off all her own clothes, and stood there completely naked. This so captivated him that he almost forgot his present circumstances. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Brown tits big, pointy and proud. Nipples unusually large and soft-looking tonight – a condition linked to her time of the month, he supposed. Hourglass waist and flared hips, high rounded bum that stuck out back like a shelf. Dark frizzy twat, that she was now idly sliding one finger through. The sight of her was making him hard and she knew it, that’s why she was lingering so long before him. Then she bent down to her bag of tricks, tits wobbling and swaying as she did so, and came up with something he hadn’t seen her with before. A bright orange rubber ball, with thick elastic and a clear hose coming out of it. “Open your mouth.” He did, and she popped the ball firmly inside with the elastic going back over his head. It fit his mouth pretty snugly, and made him incapable of speech. He tried to say “What-the-heck!” but it came out more like “Gnnnnrrrggghhhh!” “It inflates”. She demonstrated by squeezing a few times on a rubber bulb at the other end of the hose. Doug felt the ball swell and get bigger in his mouth. “But only if you’re naughty.” She left the ball inflated for a time. It distended his jaw downwards, and this soon made his whole face ache. Having made her point, she somehow contrived to have the ball deflate again. “Tonight you get lucky.” She paused for effect. “You get to fuck me.” Trussed-up like this? Wonderful. She lay down beside him on the bed and snuggled up a little, her arm over his chest. Her warm smooth skin felt good against his. Gentle fingertips stimulated his nipple. “But there’s a time limit. You gotta make me cum by humping me. And for each minute that passes before you do, I give this another squeeze.” Oh shit. “I’ll get you good and hard first. Give you a head start.” She chuckled. “Geddit? Give you a HEAD start. Give you head! Oh, never mind …” She slithered down and next thing he knew, his cock was in heaven. God, she was good at fellatio! So good, she had him trembling all over. If only she’d do that more often! He hated to see such talent squandered by infrequent use. But as with most of the things she did for him in the bedroom, this was simply a means to an end. Her own ends, naturally. Satisfied she’d got him as hard as rock, she moved up the bed again and laid back against the pillows with her legs spread apart. He found himself looking right up her thighs at her slightly gaping vagina, a gash of glistening pink amongst crisp dark foliage. “Fuck me!” she invited him wryly. “Come on lover-boy, give it your best shot!” She had the rubber bulb tucked into the palm of one hand. He decided he’d better get moving. But movement was difficult. With his extremities incapacitated, there were only two regions of his anatomy that offered any kind of a purchase on the bedding. One was his knees. The other was his chin. Like a drunken inchworm, he made excruciatingly slow progress to come up alongside her. She waited expectantly, one hand idly tugging a fat nipple, watching his progress with keen interest and a faint smile. She was enjoying his struggle. But how to mount her? He’d have to get over her crossways first. He remembered vaguely from his high school science classes that this was how shrimp did it. The thought nearly made him laugh. With an effort he twisted and half-rolled so that his upper torso was across her. He heard her go “Oooof!” as his weight bore upon her, and instantly felt the rubber ball in his mouth swell slightly. The clock was now ticking. With another twist, he managed to get the rest of him settled between her parted thighs and assume a missionary position. Kinda. Sorta. There was still the small detail that his lower legs were bent back with ankles lashed to his wrists. They were starting to ache from the lack of movement. More importantly, his cock had already wilted to something less than a half-fat. He better start doing something sexy or he’d be in big trouble. Fortunately his opportunities to get his genitals firmly up against hers were relatively infrequent, which made it a source of great excitement anytime he did. Twitching and grinding his hips against her, his cock managed to get wedged in the vicinity of her cleft and he was able to dry-hump himself back to a fairly respectable cock-stand. The ball in his mouth swelled by another increment. He better get his dick inside her, and do the business. His biggest fear was that he’d cum before she did. It took some maneuvering, and he had to virtually bite onto the mattress for dear life to stay in place. She was wet and open, and he met no resistance once his cockhead was lined up right. He wriggled his body further up along her, pumped his hips a few times, and then he was in. Ah, sweet Jesus! That felt good! It felt good to her, too. She was never averse to the idea of having a cock inside her, as long as it was done on her terms. She felt nice and filled. Very satisfying. Having borne witness to the struggle he’d undergone to get it in made it all the sweeter. But she felt he was taking far too long about getting his breath back. She gave the bulb another squeeze. He knew from her earlier demonstration that it’d take about six or eight squirts of that thing before he’d hit the discomfort zone. He began to hump her tentatively, feeling good feelings as he did so but finding it very hard work. He had nothing to brace himself against. Like running on soft sand, it took a lot of extra effort. His skyward-pointing feet made him unstable in terms of balance, and he had to constantly fight to prevent himself rolling off her. Another squeeze on the bulb and she could see the sweat really breaking out on his brow now, plus that look of deep concern came over him again as he knuckled down to his task. All this exertion, and the obvious signs of approaching panic as he realised he might not be able to beat the ball, suddenly caused her a slight pang of guilt. She felt almost sorry for him that her heightened pleasure demanded he be put through this kind of rigmarole. A bit sorry, but not very. Because truth be told she was loving it, and getting very turned on by it. He was worried, he was desperate, he was racing against the clock - and he was doing it all for her. Willingly putting up with this kind of shit in order to please her. So romantic. Another squeeze, and his jaw really was starting to hurt. His bent knees already hurt. The only good thing was that such discomfort kept him from cumming, which normally would have happened in very short order once he got his cock buried in her velvety insides. Brow furrowed in concentration, he did his level best to focus his humping and bumping where he thought her clit might be. Trying to hit her spot, yet avoid triggering his own orgasm. She’d be sorely displeased if that happened! Something must be working out right, because he could detect an increase in her own level of concentration. Her breathing had intensified and fallen in step with his humping, providing a counter-rhythm of sharp exhalations. He picked up the pace, and started to move more frantically. To Janelle it appeared he was having an epileptic fit on top of her, and at one point he nearly lost his balance, coming dangerously close to slipping out and rolling off. She judiciously steadied him with her thighs. Her fat breasts jiggled and quaked in response to his short, rapid-fire movements. He regretted that his hands were tied, because some stimulation of those berry-like dark nipples would be sure to send her over the edge. “Yes!” she exhorted, “Bang it! Right there! Bang me hard!” This was exactly the morale-booster he needed to re- double his efforts. “Fuck me! Harder! Really bang it!” It was not only positive-reinforcement being applied however - she followed this up with another squeeze on the rubber bulb. His face was really hurting now, but she couldn’t be far away, surely? And sure enough, she started working her own hips. Not to coordinate with his own jerky spastic movements but rather to follow a rhythm of her own, the rhythm of her inside contractions as her orgasm took hold. She rolled her head first to one side, then the other, with her eyes squeezed tight shut, and made a noise like “Nnnnnggghhhh!” Her hands clawed into his buttocks to try and increase his pressure against her crotch. Finally it got too much for her, and she narrowed her thighs to back him away until his prick was out of her again. He rolled off onto the mattress beside her and lay there in a foetal position, his breath coming in rapid snorts through his nose like a horse after a good gallop. He was trembling as if in shock, and as the adrenaline slipped away he began to really feel pain in his jaw and knees. Understanding his predicament, wordlessly she worked on him to swiftly undo all her knots and remove the rubber ball from his mouth. He stretched everything several times to get his circulation going, and rubbed the backs of his knees ruefully. She curled up against him like a kitten, face on his shoulder, while he lay back and gazed up at the ceiling. They said nothing for a good long while. She just made little stroking movements with her hand where it lay across his broad hairy chest. He found it soothing and restoring. Almost like an unspoken apology. Finally she found some words. “Are you okay, hon?” “I’ll live,” he answered gruffly. “How’s your face?” “Sore.” “Are you mad with me?” He left a lengthy pause before answering. But on catching sight of how anxious his silence was making her, he then hastened to say “No, not at all.” She glanced down his torso. “You’ve still got a hard-on.” “Yeah, well, it’s just had a fresh reminder of what your twat feels like.” “And what DOES my twat feel like?” “Nice. Really, really nice” he said in a wistful tone. She considered this thoughtfully. “I’m still too sensitive down there to let you have another go at me.” Then she suddenly reared up and turned her face toward his groin. Slurp! His cock was again enveloped in hotness and wetness, a sweetly pumping friction, as she firmly and energetically blew him. He gazed in awe at her cute dark face, her full lips pouted around the pale pole of his cock, her cheeks alternately hollowed-in then distended by reciprocal strokes on his knob. He reached out and cupped a dangling boob in one hand, enjoying its weight and warmth. Her head dipped and bobbed, she switched angles around, then she reached out to flick his nipple with a fingernail, and … well … that really did it. That put him over the edge. “Ah! Aaah! Aaaaaaah!” He was gasping like some porn- video stud, and next his semen could be seen leaking from the corners of her mouth. Janelle continued sucking for what seemed to her a decent interval, then sat up. She looked at him with mouth agape, and he could see whiteness within. He knew what was coming next, and braced for it. Sure enough, she kissed him. Full on the lips. Wetly and sloppily. Her tongue forced entry, prying his lips apart, making it damn clear she stood for equal-opportunity on matters like taking someone’s cum in her mouth. With that little package returned to sender, she cuddled up to him again. “Thanks” he said simply. “Least I could do. You did real good tonight.” “Glad you enjoyed it.” “I know you need this kind of drama like you need a hole in the head, but it always works such wonders for me.” “You pushed me to the utter limit this time. I was nearly ready to say, fuck our agreement!” “But you hung in there?” “I could tell it was making you go loopy-de-loop. I hate to see a good orgasm cut short.” “How was yours?” “Marvellous. That load had been building for days, there was a real head of steam there.” “Yes, there’s method in my madness of not letting you cum too often.” “I wish I coulda cum inside you. After you’d cum already, of course!” “Mmmm, maybe next time.” She yawned. This was true to form. Now she’d finally got her rocks off, she was ready to sleep. Before finally drifting off, her mind dwelt briefly upon the peculiar mix of emotions Doug had triggered in her mind as he flailed away on top of her in a state of borderline panic. Fuck, it’d got her horny. It definitely got her horny. So what was with that “guilt” thing? She’d never felt guilt before. Being able to give full vent to her sexual preferences was something she’d come to regard as her right. If any man of hers wasn’t comfortable with it then she’d tell him straight - either quit yer snivellin’ or hit the road. But now … guilt? Weird.