Article 32843 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an99635@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 31 Aug 1994 03:16:05 UTC
Subject: Aunt Pamela 1/21 (Truncation fixed)
This was originally written for publication by a semi-mainstream house
like Blue Moon, but it strayed outside their guidelines and more
towards the cheap little paperbacks you see in the vack of the rack at
airport news stands (sometimes the characters take on a life of their
own), so I added a preface in the style of those. If you want the
authenticity of two typos per page and rotten grammer, you'll have to
do that yourself. Let me know how you like it.
Aunt Pamela
by
Ken Bristol
Gratuitous, Disapproving, Pompous Preface
{In which some putative psychiatrist, minister, or general-
purpose bluestocking extols the virtue of the book as a psychological
study, as an object lesson on the dangers of immorality, as a parable
for our time, as anything but a sexual diversion.}
You hold in your hands a shocking expose of incest,
domination, and sexual abuse. The fact that this sordid tale takes
place in a small town in middle America makes it all the more
shameful. If the prairies of our great land have been afflicted with
such perverted behavior, this country is in deep trouble.
The actions that bought Bobby under Pamela's power in the
first place show that the boy has weaknesses that deserve punishment
and correction; but Pamela's punishment is worse than the original
crime, and serves not to cleanse the boy of the monomaniacal obsession
with sex that started him on the path to ruin, but instead pushes him
even further in the direction of his weaknesses, resulting in his
complete subjugation to lust and the flesh.
Don't be deceived by the Bobby Short's seeming willingness to
enmesh himself in the filthy web of lust and degradation woven by his
sinful aunt. He isn't responsible for his actions; not when he has
been so completely brought under her control through her psychological
torture. Our brave fighting men captured by the North Koreans forty
years ago can tell you of the power of brainwashing. Just as they are
innocent for forsaking their vows and revealing more than their name,
rank, and serial number, so is Bobby innocent of reveling in the
depravities visited upon him by this evil woman.
Virginia is a both a pitiable and a reprehensible character.
Pitiable in the depths of her sexual compulsions; and reprehensible in
the way she makes others; her friends at first, and ultimately her own
father, the victims of her lust. Virginia's involvement with Pamela
seems to have a certain justice -- the controller being controlled,
the abuser abused -- but two terrible wrongs can make no right.
Indeed, almost every character in the story is ultimately seen
to be driven by base, animal emotions. Yet, on the surface, to
outsiders, they appear normal, even model, citizens. The horror of
this novel is that the scrubbed, shining faces that people turn to the
world can conceal immense depravity, and that this kind of behavior
can occur in the heartland of out great nation.
As you meet your neighbors on the street, remember the
terrible moral storm that could lie concealed beneath familiar faces.
ONE
The warm sunshine filtered through the trees that marched down
both sides of the wide street. The shadows dappled the sidewalk under
Bobby's feet. It was only March; the rains would come again, maybe
some more snow, but today was a taste of summer: almost 70 degrees,
with no wind and a soft feeling to the air. The boy jogged on at an
easy pace through the quiet neighborhood. The bucolic Mid-Western town
would seem idyllic to many, but for Bobby, familiarity had bred
contempt. He wasn't really dissatisfied with his life, but he viewed
Madison as a backwater, a place to come from once he got himself
turned loose on the real world. He was enthusiastic about one thing
right now, though. Track practice had finished early, and he was
looking forward to being by himself at home. His parents wouldn't be
back until six or so, and his sister would be at the gym until five.
He didn't get much private time, and he relished it. He'd pull out his
collection of dirty magazines, get his palm all greased up, and spend
a blissful hour or so in onanistic lust.
Rounding the last corner, he slowed to a walk in front of his
house, then bounded up the stairs to his front porch. He put his key
in the lock, but felt no friction as he turned it. Somebody home, he
thought, disappointed. He stepped into the cool vestibule, caught his
breath, then walked carefully through the house looking for signs of
life. Gazing out the kitchen window with a glass of water in his hand,
he saw two girls in bathing suits lying on a towel, braving a day,
although warm for a mid-western March, that wasn't really up to
sunbathing temperature. Bobby recognized one of the girls as his older
sister, Mary Beth. Who's the blonde in the pale blue swimsuit? Wait a
minute... she's pushing the hair out of her eyes... there's her
face... oh, yeah, what's her name... Nancy, that's it... the girl
Mary Beth's been hanging out with for the last couple of weeks. And
look at that -- they've got their bra straps off! I'd like to run
outside and scare Nancy into jumping up; I'll bet she's got a pair.
Nah... Mary Beth'd kill me...
Bobby ambled off towards his room, his cock stiffening
slightly at the thought of catching a glimpse of the older girl's
boobs. Passing the door to his sister's room, he was distracted by two
neat piles of clothing on her bed. Feeling a little nervous, but drawn
as if by a magnet, he stepped in for a closer look. A pair of sheer
black panties on top of what appeared to be Nancy's pile first drew
his attention. Looking around, Bobby furtively picked them up. They
were silky and soft. He lifted them to his face and sniffed at the
crotch. Whew! Bobby's head jerked back as the powerful odor assailed
his nostrils. A little more cautiously, he bent again to inhale.
Nancy's musky secretions made him a little dizzy. And very horny, he
realized as he felt his cock stiffen further in his jeans, pulling at
his pubic hairs as it tried to uncurl itself. He reached down and
fiddled with his crotch until his cock stretched out along his belly.
He sniffed the panties once more, imagining them cradling Nancy's
downy pubic mound. I wonder what her pussy hair is like, he thought.
She's got that great straight blonde hair, I bet her cunt hair's the
same color. Does she have big pussy lips? Probably. She's got a heck
of a body, with those big, firm-looking tits...
Bobby put Nancy's panties down where he found them, and moved
over to his sister's pile. Her panties were white, and silky like
Nancy's, but with a cotton insert in the crotch. His inspection
revealed a small yellow stain near the front of the double-ply part.
How come it's so long and skinny? I bet it got all crammed up between
her pussy lips, and she just oozed her cunt juice all over it. Let's
see what she smells like today... He bent his head and sniffed at the
material. His sister's scent, familiar to the boy from many furtive
snufflings of the girl's soiled panties, was milder and fresher than
Nancy's.
Moving to the back of the crotch, he found a faint round trace
of brown; eagerly, he put his nose against it and took a good long
sniff. Mary Beth's asshole had left a sweet, spicy tang there. He
thought about kissing here there; it was a forbidden, nasty image that
drove him wild. Would there be little hairs around her cute little
bottomhole? What color would it be? Would she wriggle and twist when
he tried to put his tongue inside? Would her asshole be so tight that
he'd have to just lick around the surface, or could he work is tongue
a little way up inside? Bobby shifted his sister's panties to his left
hand, and unbuttoned his fly with his right. He fished out his cock,
and gave it a few preliminary strokes. He raised the girl's underwear
to his nose, found the yellow part at the front of the crotch again,
and took a deep breath. He thought of his sister's dark brown pussy
hair. He remembered spying on her when they'd gone camping. She had a
real bush: dark and hairy and dense. He'd have to push the hair out of
the way with his tongue if he ever got the chance to eat her pussy.
Nah, he'd never do it, but it sure was fun to think of it. His fist
began a slow tempo up and down his tool as he began to breathe faster.
He thought of his sister's dark complexion. She took after their
mother, with her Mediterranean good looks. Bobby's complexion was more
like their father's: almost-blonde, pink, and Nordic. Mary Beth's
real dark, he thought. I'll bet she's got a dark brown asshole. I'll
bet the whole inside of her asscheeks are brown. He thought about
where her asshole had pressed against the white cotton lining of the
panties, and he returned to that spot. He imagined putting his nose to
his sister's ass and smelling her puckered bottomhole -- the real
thing, hot and twitching and alive, not the second-hand smell from her
underwear. He was getting very excited.
He set down the white nylon and picked up Nancy's pants,
noticing how the blonde girl's dried secretions had made the crotch
stiff. He sniffed again, relishing Nancy's stronger smell more, now
that he had gotten used to it. Her odor was sharper, gamier than that
of his sister; it made his nostrils twitch and flare. His hands moved
faster on his cock. He was starting to feel close to coming, and he
looked around for a box of Kleenex. No, not on the night stand; maybe
on the bureau -- he looked over his shoulder...
Their bikinis, with outraged expressions on their faces, were
Mary Beth and Nancy. Bobby had the immobility of a deer in the
headlights as he stood there before the two girls, his cock in one
hand and Nancy's black underwear in the other. He blushed deeply
enough to send a flush of warmth to his face; he wanted to sink
through the floor. The blonde spoke first. "Just what do you think
you're doing?" she asked scornfully. Bobby was mute; he wasn't sure he
could talk if he wanted to, and he certainly couldn't think of
anything to say that would get him out of this one. However, Nancy
didn't need an answer. "Go ahead, Bobby, show us how you sniff my
panties." Bobby just stared. Nancy's voice showed more anger as she
continued. "I mean it, Bobby, put your nose back where it was." The
boy hesitated, then raised the sheer garment to his face. "Right in
the crotch, huh. Going for the gusto, aren't you, boy? You like the
way I smell, Bobby? Am I ripe enough for you? I got all sweaty today.
Take a good sniff. You can start beating your meat again, too. Yeah,
jerk off for us, Bobby. I bet your sister'd like to see that." Bobby's
hand moved jerkily on his prick. His embarrassment grew even more
acute as he performed for the girls, but his cock stood stiffly erect.
"Look at me, Bobby. Look at me while you stick your nose in my
panties." Bobby raised his eyes to Nancy's enraged, mocking face. She
watched him coldly as he sniffed the pungent cloth. His chagrin
couldn't overcome his excitement. His cock twitched and throbbed in
his fist as he stood pinned in the gaze of his pretty blonde
tormentor.
Nancy stole a glance at her friend. Mary Beth gaped in
fascination, her gaze alternating between her brother's impressive
hard-on and his beet-red face. The dark girl's jaw was slack; her pink
tongue emerged to lick fitfully at her dry lips.
"Just a panty-smeller, aren't you, Bobby?" chanted Nancy in a
sing-song voice. "Just a kid with a nose for cunt. Pussy drippings.
Sweaty assholes. No guts, though. You don't sniff cunt, just pants. I
betcha don't eat pussy half as well as you sniff panties." The blonde
girl glanced at her friend and caught her gaze long enough for some
kind of communication to flow between them. "Hell, I betcha you never
even ate a pussy, Bobby. I think you just spend all your time jerking
off over your sister's girlfriend's underwear."
Nancy nodded to Bobby's sister and suddenly pushed him roughly
on his chest. Mary Beth, who had been ready for something to happen,
if unsure of exactly what, added her weight to the charge, knocking
Bobby backwards onto the bed. Ignoring the clothes that flew in every
direction, the two girls took advantage of their momentum, and fell on
top of the hapless boy. Nancy sat on his chest facing him, and Mary
Beth lay across his stomach, trapping his cock with her bare midriff.
Bobby struggled, but not too hard; something told him that this was a
battle he didn't want to win. Nancy's legs were spread, and with
every heave of his chest her pussy slid a little closer to his face. A
few curly hairs snaked out from under the crotch of her bathing suit.
"You little worm," Nancy taunted as she looked down on Bobby.
"Now we're gonna find out if you can do anything besides sniff." Nancy
wriggled her hips and her knees slid forward, off Bobby's shoulders
and down onto the bed. She sat down on his face, covering his mouth
and nose with her bikini-covered pussy. "Smell that, Bobby. Does it
smell as good as my pants?" She bore down harder as Bobby struggled to
breathe. "You're gonna pay for this, Bobby. And I think I know what to
do for starters. Hold him down, Mary Beth."
Bobby was quite a bit bigger than his sister, and she knew it
would be hard to hold him down if he really tried to escape. In her
search for more leverage, Mary Beth slid higher on Bobby's torso,
rolling his cock against her body and tangling it painfully in the fly
of his jeans. Nancy sprang to the floor. Standing over Bobby, she
reached behind her back and unhooked the bikini top. She wriggled her
upper body and the top fell to the floor, revealing pale breasts that
swayed from side to side. Her large pink nipples, partially erect,
pointed saucily upwards. She tweaked the fleshy points while eyeing
Bobby. "You like these boobs, Bobby? Maybe you'd like to suck my
nipples? Maybe you'd like me to rub your cock with them? Well all you
can do is look, Bobby." Nancy dropped her hands to her hips and hooked
her thumbs in the sides of her bikini bottom. She pressed down until
she exposed a inch or so of medium-brown pubic hair, darker than her
blonde tresses. "But I've got something to keep you busy. You're
going to do more than look at this, Bobby." She lowered the garment
until Bobby could see between her legs. The smiling girl reached down
and rubbed her pussy with two fingers, then trailed her fragrant hand
across Bobby's face. "You're going to do a whole lot more."
Nancy impatiently pushed her bikini bottom the rest of the way
down her legs and stepped out of it. She put one knee on the bed and
pivoted around it until she was kneeling above Bobby's shoulders, but
facing his feet. She sat back on Bobby's face, capturing his nose
between the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed back and forth until her
pink asshole rested on his mouth. "OK, Bobby," she ordered, "Give me
your tongue." Bobby obediantly licked the puckered rosebud, feeling
the ridges and valleys. Nancy was a little sweaty from lying in the
sun, and some of the sweat had collected between her cheeks. She
tasted salty and sexy. He pressed harder with his tongue. "That's
right, Bobby. Make your tongue all pointy. Lick up inside my asshole,
you panty-sniffing slime." Bobby felt her sphincter relax and poked
his tongue an inch or so inside her ring. He lapped at her inner
walls, dislodging a tiny piece of excrement that her careless teenage
hygiene had left in one of her crevices. It floated around in his
mouth as he licked her bottomhole. He couldn't get rid of it, so,
suppressing his disgust, he swallowed it.
Nancy was enjoying this. She sat down harder on his face and
concentrated on relaxing her sphincter so he could get up inside her.
Every so often she backed off enough for Bobby to catch his breath,
then she sat back down, enveloping the boy in her flesh. He closed his
eyes, letting her become his whole world: a warm smooth pressure
covering his face, nearly uniform except for one spot of hollowness
over his mouth. He worked his tongue avidly up into the slippery
opening as the blonde girl bore down.
Turning her attention to other things, Nancy addressed Mary
Beth: "Take down his pants, M. B. Let's see what we've got here." Mary
Beth rolled off Bobby, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down on the
waistband, trying to remove his pants and his underwear at the same
time. The underwear caught on his erection, and, though Mary Beth
tugged mightily, she was momentarily stymied. She reached for his
cock, intending to push it back inside his underwear, but it felt so
good that she was distracted. So big, she thought. So warm, so hard on
the inside and soft on the outside. She hefted it in her hand, then
wrapped her fist around it. Squeezing gently, she slowly moved her
hand up and down. Bobby groaned even though his mouth was fastened to
Nancy's fundament. Mary Beth remembered her task, and stuffed Bobby's
erection awkwardly back into his briefs, then pulled both them and his
pants to his knees. Without any conscious guidance from her, her hand
returned to his cock. Nancy watched all this with fascinated interest.
"Jeeze, M. B. Your little brother is hung. Looka that piece of meat!"
Nancy pulled away from Bobby, shifted her hips, and lowered
herself again. This time she presented Bobby with her pussy. As he
began to lick, she moved back and forth. "That's right Bobby. You just
keep on licking. You just move your tongue, and I'll feed you just the
part I want." She made him lick her pussy lips, the place between her
vulva and her bottomhole, then she gradually focused on her clitoris,
bearing down harder as she became more aroused. Mary Beth toyed with
her brother's cock, now stroking it, now rolling it around in her
hands, now touching it in gentle exploration. A little pre-come
appeared at the tip. Entranced, Mary Beth captured it on the tip of
her finger, then tasted the salty fluid.
Nancy put her hands on Bobby's chest and bounced up and down
as she approached her climax. "Now, you little worm. You're gonna make
me come, you slime. I'm gonna grease your face. Move that tongue. Lick
that cunt. Now. Now. YES." Bobby felt Nancy's spasms and licked
furiously until she pulled away.
After a minute, Nancy rolled to one side and lay beside Bobby,
but with her head at the other end of the bed. She looked up a Mary
Beth, who was still toying absently with Bobby's cock. "Hey, Mary
Beth, does that thing turn you on? If I had a brother like this, I
don't know if I could stay outta his pants. Does he make you hot?"
Nancy reached over and put her hand on the crotch of Mary Beth's
bikini. She pushed the thin material aside and felt her friend's
pussy. "You're drenched, M.B! I think you should go for it. Look at
him, he's not gonna say no now. I wouldn't care if he did. Who's gonna
stop us?"
Mary Beth glanced up at Bobby and saw that it was true -- she
could fuck him now, and he wouldn't resist at all. Not only that, but
there was a look on his face that told her that he'd be a more-than-
willing partner. Suddenly, the force of the incest taboo seemed to
fade away. She spoke to Nancy: "You know, part of me has always wanted
to fuck him. Well, at least for the last year or so. Look in his
wallet -- I'll bet he's got a rubber there."
Nancy scooted over and fumbled around in Bobby's pants, which
had worked their way down around his ankles. She opened his billfold
and pulled out a packet. "Yuck," she exclaimed, "This thing is so old
the foil's cracked." She rolled off the bed and stood up. "Wait a
minute -- I have one in my purse." Nancy returned, opened the package
and handed the condom to Mary Beth. The darker girl tossed the white
disc on Bobby's belly and gracefully stepped to her feet. "Well,
little brother," she said as she unfastened her top, "You're finally
going to get to see these." She pulled the cloth away, revealing soft
olive orbs. Her dark-brown nipples were so crinkled in excitement that
they stuck out three-quarters of an inch. She reached for her bikini
bottom, continuing: "And, even better, you get to see this." She
pushed the garment down her legs and stepped out of it in one motion,
then swung one leg over Bobby and sat on his chest facing him. He
gaped at her open pussy. He could just see the lips peeking out of the
thick mass of dark brown hair. She looked down at his face. "Take a
good look, Bobby." She scooted forward. "Take a good sniff, too. See
how the real thing compares to my dirty panties. Get used to it,
'cause I'm going to fuck you with this pussy, Bobby. I'm going to fuck
you good."
She pressed her cunt to his face and ground against him, then
rolled away and knelt by his hips. She picked up the rubber and
rolled it onto Bobby's cock, then straddled his hips on her knees. She
took his staff daintily between her thumb and forefinger and moved it
back and forth against her clitoris. Her voice became loving and
earnest. "You know, Bobby. I've always wanted you to be the first."
Then suddenly she shifted to a matter-of-fact tone. "I guess it's a
little late for that." She bore down on him suddenly, forcing him
inside up to the hilt. She put her hands on his chest and moved her
hips in a gentle rocking motion. She was just getting into a rhythm
when Bobby groaned and bucked his hips up and down.
Mary Beth was outraged: "You asshole! I'm just getting
started, and you're done!" She pulled away and bent down to examine
the condom. Sure enough, the little nipple on top was full of white
fluid. She peeled back the rubber, stood up and wrapped it in Kleenex.
"Just wait a sec, M.B.," said Nancy in a soothing tone. "Here's
another rubber. I'll get him hard again real quick."
Nancy knelt on the foot of the bed with her legs astride
Bobby's. She bent forward and licked the semen from his half-hard
cock, turning it in one hand to get at all the juices. She took it
into her mouth and swished it around with her tongue. Never having
really gotten soft, Bobby's cock returned quickly to tumescence. Bobby
moaned under Nancy's suckings and lappings. After a few minutes, the
blonde girl removed her mouth and presented Bobby's stiff cock to her
friend proudly, as if she had successfully completed a school project.
Mary Beth put the fresh rubber on Bobby's prick and straddled him once
again.
"Now, this time, Bobby, I want you to show a little self-
control," Mary Beth admonished her brother. She sank down onto him,
engulfing his sensitive penis in her soft, slick warmth. "I'm going to
come first, you jerk. Do you understand?" She thrust her hips back and
forth. "I'm going to fuck you. You're going to lie there. You've only
got to do one thing, little brother -- you've got to keep that cock
stiff. I'll do all the rest." She pressed her hips backwards and
cocked her pelvis so the base of Bobby's prick pressed against her
clitoris. "You're the meat. I'm the motion. You tighten those buns and
hold your cock up, that's all. I'm the fucker. You get fucked. Just
hold still, little brother. Hips a little higher. That's good." She
put her hands on his chest for leverage, and moved faster against him.
"Now I'm getting hot. That's the way to treat your big sister. Just
keep pumping blood into that thick piece of meat, and I'll get off.
You like getting fucked, Bobby? Is this the kind of thing you thought
about when you had your nose buried in my panties? Maybe you thought
you'd get to be a little bit more active, huh? Well, maybe some other
time. Right now you just lie there and make sure you don't come too
soon." Mary Beth's motions assumed a frantic quality. "I'm real close
now, Bobby, I'm going to come all over you. I'm going to squeeze you
with my hips, and squeeze you with my cunt, and I'm... I'm... there!"
Mary Beth slowed her movements, then looked at Bobby and
realized he hadn't come. "It's OK, Bobby," she said as she moved more
energetically, "I'll get you off." "This is for you, now. You made me
happy. Now I'll do you. Just squirt that stuff into me Bobby. Here,
I'll squeeze you some more." Mary Beth tightened the muscles lining
the walls of her pussy. "You like that? Makes me even tighter, doesn't
it? Come for me, Bobby. Come for me." Bobby let go, grimacing and
moaning in his release.
To: louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu
Subject: SUBMIT aunt_pamela02.txt
Article 32693 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an99635@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 30 Aug 1994 10:52:24 UTC
Subject: Aunt Pamela by Ken Bristol 2/21 (mf, ff, incest, dom, nc)
TWO
Bobby and Mary Beth spent the next few days avoiding each
other, but they soon made their peace with what had happened. Much
more than that, in Mary Beth's case: after her initial guilt, she
began to look upon Bobby as a trainable, attractive, and handy lover.
It was the handy part that seemed so great to her. If they were
careful about their parents, they could get it on whenever she, well,
maybe they, felt like it. Would Bobby go for it though? She thought
so; Bobby had always followed her lead, and she was pretty sure she
could keep it that way. Just to make sure, she decided that she needed
to get him more committed.
Bobby's feeling were more mixed. He had lusted after his
sister for some time, but it was kind of a safe, distant lust, because
he was sure that nothing would ever actually happen. Now that
something had, that meant that he had to look at the possibility that
it could again, which kind of scared him. On the other hand, ever
since the incident, he thought about it when he jerked off, and the
thing that surprised him was that most of his thoughts were of his
sister. Nancy was a hot little number, all right, but what you saw was
what you got there. Bobby was fascinated that Mary Beth's angelic
exterior could conceal such a wanton bitch. He lay low, staying out of
his sister's way and trying to keep from confronting his desire for
her.
* * *
Next Saturday, Mary Beth heard Bobby come home just before
midnight. She stuck her head out of her door as Bobby came down the
hall, and saw the bulge in his pants she'd been hoping for. She
beckoned. Bobby hesitated, then tiptoed through her door. She closed
it behind him, whispering: "What kind of a cruel bitch would send you
home with a boner like that? Did Marcy leave you all hot and bothered,
little brother? Did she get you all turned on and then cross her legs?
Ooh, look at that hump in your jeans, Bobby. I'll bet it's
uncomfortable all shut in like that. Maybe we should give it some
air."
Mary Beth sat down on her bed and fumbled with Bobby's fly.
Bobby tried half-heartedly to brush away her hands, but her was really
horny and his cock was in charge of his head. Bobby's sister put her
hand into Bobby's pants and searched for the slot in his underwear.
The feel of her eager paw on his equipment destroyed his last vestige
of resistance. Mary Beth scooped out Bobby's tool and watched as it
bobbed up and down, then she darted her head forward and engulfed his
shaft. Bobby groaned softly as he felt her warm, wet, softness around
his cock. His knees felt a little weak, and he rested one hand on his
sister's shoulder. She looked up at his face and was gratified to see
his eyes almost closed in pleasure. She moved her head back and forth
slowly, sucking on Bobby's shaft.
As Bobby's breathing became more rapid, so did his sister's
movements. Bobby's hips moved back and forth involuntarily, and he
felt his semen gathering at the base of his cock. Mary Beth felt the
first twitchings and prepared to swallow as much of her brother's load
as she could. Trying to keep from making noise, Bobby shot glob after
glob of sticky white jism into his big sister's avid mouth. She
swallowed most of it, but when she pulled back from his softening
prick, droplets ran from both corners of her mouth down to her chin.
She wiped herself with the back of her hand. "Better get out
of here before Mom and Dad catch us, Bobby," she said as she pushed
him in the direction of the door. Bobby hurriedly stuffed his tool
back in his jeans, and stumbled off in the direction of his room.
Mary Beth turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and fingered her
pussy as she stared into the blackness. This is gonna work, she
thought. After a few minutes, Mary Beth groaned quietly as her body
spasmed in delight.
* * *
Bobby woke with a start. Late again. He jumped out of bed, his
stiff prick making a conical protrusion in his pajamas. Why is it
always so hard in the morning, he wondered. Somebody at school had
said something about the full bladder pressing on something and
getting you turned on. Bobby didn't know whether he believed it or
not. In any case, he had a giant hard-on and he had to pee real bad.
He'd just go into the bathroom and take care of both.
Mary Beth was just coming out of the bathroom as Bobby came
down the hall. She saw his erection and made a quick decision, holding
the door for Bobby, but then pushing her way into the bathroom behind
him and closing the door with a flick of her hips. Bobby tried to push
her away, but she fondled his cock through his pajamas as she seduced
him in a low, throaty voice. "Well. little brother, got your morning
hard-on? I'll bet it's all red and angry-looking." She fished his tool
out of the fly of his pajamas. She was right. She reached to the far
side of the counter and scooped up a little cold cream, which she
rubbed into her hands. She put her soft, slippery palm on her
brother's cock and wrapped her fingers firmly around it. Bobby
groaned, overcome with the pleasure of her touch. She moved her hand
back and forth. "Like that, Bobby? I'll bet you were going to do this
for yourself this morning. This is better, isn't it. After all, what
are big sisters for if not to take care of their brothers. And I'm
sure gonna take care of you, Bobby. I'm gonna pump that hot white
stuff right out of this big piece of meat. Come for me, Bobby. Squirt
your juice right here in my hand. That's the way. That's a good
little brother."
She cupped one hand over the head of Bobby's cock and
collected his thick jism. She reached behind her for a Kleenex and
wiped her palm. She tossed the tissue in the wastebasket and was gone.
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than three minutes.
* * *
Bobby and Mary Beth sat silently in the back seat of his
parent's Buick, as all four of them drove home from one of their
Sunday night suppers at the Hendersen's. Bobby's mother, Connie, had
two sisters, one younger and one older. Ellen, the older one, had
married a burly construction worker named Butch Henderson, causing a
small family scandal. The very look of the man -- fireplug body,
heavily-muscled thighs and forearms, eighteen-inch neck, marine-style
crew cut -- got him off on the wrong foot, and his lack of education
and tough way of talking finished the job. The revulsion of the
relatives was moderated when Butch became a successful general
contractor, and disappeared entirely when his business prospered to
such an extent that he achieved a financial position that in Madison
qualified as great wealth. Butch had worked on his act over the years,
and no longer drank his beer from the bottle at the dinner table, but
we a rougher cut than the rest of Bobby's family, who prided
themselves on their education and decorum.
The Hendersons had one daughter, who was a few months older
than Bobby. Ginny took after her mother's family in looks, but
inherited her father's blunt, no- nonsense temperament. Her dark hair,
olive complexion, oval face and slim figure were saved from blandness
by her slightly bucktoothed smile, which she unconsciously emphasized
by her habit of resting one incisor against her lower lip. Her eyes
had an intent, direct quality that made some people nervous; if she
was feeling sexy, which was often the case, it felt like she was
mentally undressing you. Ginny's sloppy dress, wise-cracking style,
and somewhat raunchy sense of humor didn't win her any points with
Connie.
The three children had played cards after dinner, and Ginny
sat on the floor with her legs straight and spread wide as she dealt
the cards between her feet. Bobby sat across from her, his eyes
riveted to her crotch. Ginny's thin, tight shorts conformed to her
pubic mound, and Bobby could easily make out the outlines of her pussy
lips. Ginny noticed Bobby's attention, and wriggled a bit to give him
a show while Mary Beth did her best to ignore the proceedings. Bobby
thought he saw a tiny bit of dampness at the crotch of Ginny's shorts
toward the end of the game, but decided that he was probably imagining
it.
Now in the darkness of the car, Mary Beth's fingers began a
slow walk along the seat, heading in Bobby's direction. She kept her
eyes on her parents as she let her hand creep onto Bobby's upper
thigh. She flattened her fingers, and pressed her palm against her
brother's leg, insinuating her hand between his legs. Bobby's
breathing grew shallow as his arousal built slowly; he was still a
little turned on from playing cards with his cousin, and his sister's
warm hand blew on the coals. Mary Beth's felt her thumb pressing
against something soft. She moved it back and forth and decided that
she was stroking one of Bobby's balls. She slid her hand over until
her fingers cupped his testicles, then she squeezed gently, feeling
Bobby's hips rise slightly as he pressed against her. Mary Beth
thought about the card game, and she tightened her fingers on Bobby's
balls until she heard a little hiss as he inhaled sharply. Before he
could pull away, she slid her fingers higher, turning them so she
could grasp his hard prick. Bobby's pants were too tight for his
sister to get her hand around his cock, so she squeezed it
intermittently as she moved her hand up and down. Bobby sat rigid,
loving her touch, feeling uncomfortable with his sister's being the
cause of his arousal, and mostly feeling scared that one of his
parents would turn around and catch them. He told himself that it was
too dark to see anything, and that Mary Beth could take her hand away
if either of them moved, but the experience of having his sister pull
his pud while his parents were three feet away made him acutely
nervous.
Mary Beth felt Bobby's muscles tense, and was glad that he had
stopped moving his hips. She wanted to be the one in control, and
having him stiff and immobile was perfect. She picked up the pace,
fanning her hand up and down her brother's shaft, squeezing it
randomly. She felt his excitement building, but she couldn't tell
exactly how turned on he was because of the dark and the way he was
holding himself so stiffly. It'd be nice to get him real hot and tease
him, she thought, but I can't hold him right at the edge, so I'll just
slow down a little and work on him until he comes. Bobby felt his
sister's tuggings become less frenetic, and worried that she might be
stopping. She kept on, though, and slowly took him higher. Inch by
inch, Mary Beth took her brother over the top. He felt the familiar
feeling between is legs and knew that it wouldn't be long now. His
sister patted and squeezed and pushed and yanked as he pumped out his
hot white semen, soaking his briefs. Mary Beth felt her brother's
squirting and slowed her pace, finally stopping and pressing her palm
against his softening cock. She hoped his come would make a wet spot
on his pants and that she'd get to see him trying to hide it going
into the house.
* * *
Still breathing hard from his Saturday morning run, Bobby
walked up his driveway. Mary Beth appeared at the gate to the side
yard, and beckoned him to follow her. Bobby followed his sister into
the yard. She held open the side door to the garage, and they entered.
It was cool and dark inside, filled with the aroma of old wood, oil,
rubber, leather, and gasoline. Mary Beth turned to her brother and put
her arms around him, pulling him close and grinding her hips against
his pelvis.
She gave him an open-mouthed kiss, then pulled away to look at
this face. "Been working hard, Bobby? I can tell that; you're all
sweaty. I think you deserve a reward for all your work. Sit up on the
fender here, and I'll give you just what you've earned."
Bobby sat on the right front fender of the family car, and
raised his hips as his sister pulled his running shorts down to his
knees. Mary Beth looked at Bobby's jock strap. He looked so cute in
it. She loved the way the straps in the back exposed his compact
little ass -- kind of framing it -- and the way the pouch in front
drew all his equipment together in one tightly bunched bouquet turned
her on, too. But why did they put the label on the outside? Ah well...
Mary Beth pulled the top of his jockstrap down and buried her nose in
his hairy, sweaty maleness. The confines of the athletic supporter
concentrated his gamy essence to a level that excited her greatly. She
licked at the head of Bobby's cock, then slurped it up into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled back, and Bobby could see the
outline of the crown of his member against them as his sister moved up
and down on his cock. He started to move his hips in his excitement,
but Mary Beth stopped him. "Sit still," she said, "you'll scratch the
car." "Just let me so all the work, little brother." She returned to
her task, moving faster and faster until Bobby filled her mouth. She
pulled away, but remained with her head in her brother's crotch long
enough to spit all his come back against his lower belly. She pulled
the jock strap back into place over Bobby's fluids, smiled briefly at
him, and disappeared through the garage door.
To: louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu
Subject: SUBMIT aunt_pamela03.txt
Article 32697 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an99635@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 30 Aug 1994 10:53:27 UTC
Subject: Aunt Pamela by Ken Bristol 3/21 (mf, ff, incest, dom, nc)
THREE
Mary Beth sat silently at the dinner table, lost in her
thoughts. She was sure she had Bobby hooked now; he wasn't even
putting up token resistance any more. It was time for their
relationship to enter a new phase, one that could fulfill Mary Beth's
considerable physical needs, and one that cemented Bobby's subservient
status. She fantasized about what would come next.
"Mary Beth! Mary Beth!" She heard her father calling her; it
sounded like he was far away. Coming out of her daydream, she turned
to him. She struggled to find a context. Some part of her must have
been plugged into reality, for, after looking blank for a second, she
picked up the pot roast and handed it to her dad, mumbling her
apology.
* * *
Mary Beth tossed restlessly, for several minutes, then finally
awakened fully. She knew that she'd been dreaming about sex, but her
thoughts were a jumble. Whatever she had been dreaming about had
certainly affected her pussy. She reached between her legs and pressed
her panties to her pussy with the heel of her palm. She rubbed her
clitoris this way for a few seconds, then pushed her panties aside and
dipped her fingers into her cunt. She was very wet. She played with
her clit, sliding her middle finger back and forth, and her thoughts
turned to Bobby. She thought of his young, hard body asleep in his
room, just waiting for her touch to wake him. The fire in her loins
grew more intense as she planned a way to put it out. Arising
silently from her bed, she stripped off her damp panties and tucked
them under her pillow. She crept into the hallway, and soundlessly
turned the knob on Bobby's door. She glided to his bedside in the
cool, shifting glow of streetlights filtered through trees.
Bobby slept on his back, his deep, regular breathing plainly
audible. Mary Beth bent down and pulled the covers to the middle of
Bobby's thighs, noting with delight his lack of underwear or pajama
bottoms. His plump penis, already semi-hard, lay against his belly.
Mary Beth knelt on the floor and leaned across her brother's lean body
so she could nuzzle his cock. She inhaled delicately, enjoying his
night sweat and his musk. Slowly, carefully, she kissed the tip and
slipped her mouth down as far as the base of the helmet. As Bobby
stiffened, she softly sucked his cock. His breathing became more
irregular as he became rock-hard. Feeling her brother's meat fully
erect in her mouth, Mary Beth settled into a slow in- and-out
movement. Bobby slowly emerged from sleep. As he broke into
consciousness, he became aware of another presence in the room, and
convulsed suddenly on the bed, tearing himself away from his sister's
eager lips. He sat up and started to say something, but Mary Beth
quickly put her hand over his mouth. She put one arm around him and
stroked his back as she whispered to him: "Don't be scared, little
brother. It's only me. I've come to make you happy -- very happy, I
think. Just relax."
Bobby's sister slid down his torso, once more kneeling on the
floor as she sought his penis with her soft, moist lips. She took him
inside her warm mouth and pressed down on him until she felt his
manhood against the back of her throat, then she withdrew, only to
push forward again. She settled into a slow, steady rhythm as Bobby
touched her hair in gentle wonderment. Mary Beth reached her hand
between her legs and found her clitoris; she ran her middle finger
around the oily little nubbin.
After a while, she pulled away from Bobby's cock and looked up
at him. "Would you like to make your big sister happy, too? Of course
you would." She went back to sucking his cock, at the same time moving
her hips towards Bobby's head. When her hip rested against the side of
the bed, she raised her knee and pulled herself up over Bobby. She got
her legs tangled up in his arms, and ended up sitting on his face with
both his hands pinned under her knees. As she lowered her pussy to
Bobby's lips, he lifted his head off the bed and thrust his tongue
deep in her channel. He was rewarded with a mouthful of his sister's
viscous juices, which he swallowed greedily. Mary Beth pulled off his
cock long enough to tell him what she wanted: "Don't mess around with
preliminaries, Bobby. I'm too hot for that. Just go for the clit.
Tongue me there, hard and fast."
Mary Beth sucked her brother's cock slowly until she felt the
beginning of her orgasm. She paused as the waves washed over her, then
she bobbed her head rapidly up and down until Bobby filled her mouth
with his sticky, salty goo. She got up almost immediately, planting a
kiss on his mouth before she darted out the door.
Bobby had a hard time getting back to sleep.
* * *
Bobby struggled up from deep sleep. Mary Beth was kneeling by
the side of his bed, kissing him softly but thoroughly on the lips. As
he woke, he turned his head toward her and began to respond in kind.
The feel of her soft, slippery tongue and the smell of her hair on his
face excited him and brought him fully awake. Bobby pushed the covers
down toward his feet, and his sister crawled up on the bed, lying on
her side next to him. She rotated her hips, gently grinding her pubic
mound against his thigh as she stroked his cock, her tongue becoming
more insistent in his mouth. She broke away and pushed his jockey
shorts down to mid-thigh. She fisted his cock skillfully as she
reached under his pillow for the rubber. "Look what I found," she
murmured, teasing his nipples with the corner of the foil package.
Fumbling a little, Mary Beth tore open the package and tossed
the foil on the bed. She addressed her brother's prick as she unrolled
the tube over him: "Well, Mister One-Eye, we're gonna have to cover
you up. You'll still be able to feel pretty good though. In fact, I
think I'm gonna make you feel real good." The ring reached the base of
Bobby's staff. Mary Beth tried to swing astride her brother, but he
was too close to the edge of the bed and there wasn't enough room for
her outside leg. She left one foot on the floor and swung her other
leg over Bobby, reaching between her legs for his cock. Holding her
brother's tool in one hand like a wand, Mary Beth pressed the tip to
her clitoris and twisted the shaft in tiny circles. Delicious
sensations spread through her groin; she wanted to tease herself with
Bobby's cock, but she wanted to feel him deep in her cunt.
Reluctantly, she pressed down on her brother's prick until it rested
at the entrance to her pussy.
Looking down, she resumed her one-sided conversation with
Bobby's prick: "OK, Mister One-Eye, I'm gonna turn out the lights now.
You'll have sweet dreams, I'm sure." Mary Beth sat down on Bobby,
swallowing his cock to the hilt, grinding her clit against the hair at
the base, and then moving her hips in circles as she pressed down
hard. Bobby dug his fingers into the sheets as his sister rode him
into ecstasy. Mary Beth leaned forward so her clit would make better
contact, put her hands on her brother's shoulders for leverage, and
picked up the pace. The crumpled foil worked its way under Bobby and
dug into his back. He tried to ignore it. All too soon, he felt the
ticklish tingle in the head of his cock that meant that he was very
close, and then his orgasm was upon him. His sister fucked him even
faster until she could no longer feel the twitchings of his cock. She
reached down with one hand and gripped the rubber at the base of
Bobby's cock, squeezing on it as she pulled away.
"You're not done yet, little brother," she said as she worked
her way up the bed, sliding her inside knee forward, walking with her
outside leg, and leaving a wet trail up his chest. The lights went out
for Bobby as his sister covered his face with her wet, hairy cunt. He
cupped her buns in his hands to steady her, but she made him put his
hands flat on the bed. Enveloped in her musky sweetness, passive
under her twisting hips, Bobby licked his sister's clit until she
convulsed against him, bruising his upper lip.
Without another word, Mary Beth slipped out of the room,
leaving Bobby wondering what to do with the rubber on his softening
penis. Eventually, he got up and flushed it down the toilet.
* * *
Out of school for the day, Bobby opened his front door. He
wandered through the house, calling, but heard no reply. There must be
someone home, he thought, or the front door wouldn't have been
unlocked. Standing in the kitchen, he heard a faint voice through the
window, and went out the side door to check it out.
"Hey Bobby," he heard, "Over here." It sounded like his
sister.
He looked around, but couldn't see anyone.
"Behind the bushes," came the call.
Bobby walked in the direction the sound had come from. As he
rounded the low hedge he saw Mary Beth stretched out on a towel,
sunbathing. She was lying on her stomach with her head toward him, her
bathing suit wadded up into a pillow. Bobby gaped at her naked body as
she raised her head.
"Hi, little brother," she called. "Isn't this nice? It's a
great day for filling in the white spaces on my butt. Why don't you
come check it out?"
"Huh?" Bobby's wondered if his sister was deliberately
obscure, maybe to keep him off balance."
Her voice changed from its casual tone. "Walk around behind
me," she said slowly and with exaggerated patience.
Bobby stood with his feet at the foot of the towel.
"Now kneel down on the ground."
Bobby knelt with his hands on his knees and watched as his
sister spread her legs so that her ankles were about two feet apart.
"Now lean forward."
Mary Beth's brother walked forward on his hands until they
came to the insides of her knees.
"Keep going."
Bobby moved his hands to the outside of his sister's legs and
walked forward until he was poised as if he were about to do a girl's
pushup: his knees on the grass, his body and arms straight. He looked
down at his sister's fanny. It was a good deal whiter than the rest of
her body; he liked the way the crack of her ass started right where
the skin changed color.
"You know what to do now Bobby?"
"Um, no, Sis..."
"You can kiss my ass!" Mary Beth used a drill sergeant's
voice, but a giggle escaped, ruining the overall impression.
Bobby lowered himself between his sister's legs, and rested
his cheek on one of hers. Her skin was delightfully warm, and the
sunshine had infused it with the smell of the outdoors. He rolled his
head until he was face-down in his sister's warm, soft pillows, and
gave her a series of closed-mouth kisses. He roamed all over her
sweet, spongy behind, kissing, licking and smelling. Mary Beth's ass
was damp with perspiration, and when Bobby slipped his tongue into the
top of her crack, he noticed that she was wet and salty there. He
continued to rove back and forth over her cheeks, pausing more and
more often at the top of her cleft, and sliding his tongue further
down it. As he moved down, he licked up the sweat that had collected
between her spongy buns. Mary Beth gave a little moan, and moved her
knees slightly forward so her hips came up off the towel. Now Bobby
moved from side to side, slowly descending. Soon, he could smell his
sister's asshole as he passed back and forth over it; her scent was
earthy, dark, and pungent. He nibbled at the bottom of his sister's
cheeks, then moved inward and licked at some of the salty black hairs
growing inside them.
Mary Beth shifted from side to side impatiently. "The
asshole, Bobby," she insisted. "Smell my brown asshole, little
brother. Take a good whiff."
Bobby pressed his nose between his sister's spongy cheeks and
sniffed at her nether hole. Up closer her scent was raw, sour, and
penetrating. He breathed deeply, then slid his nose up and down over
his sister's sweaty bottomhole, catching the tip of it on her slick,
spongy sphincter, especially on the down strokes. When his nose
snagged against her puckered ring, Mary Beth jerked back suddenly and
drove Bobby's schnoz into her greasy channel.
"That's good, Bobby," she said. "Get your nose full of me.
Press harder -- I want your nose up my butt." The boy did his best,
driving his face forward until his nose was deeply embedded. "Oh,
good, Bobby -- I like that. I want to squeeze down on it..." Bobby
felt his nose being compressed, and his sister squished him out by
contracting her sphincter. "Is that a good game? Now push down
again..." Bobby slipped in easier this time. "That's right. Harder,
though." He pressed his cheeks to hers. "Wiggle it back and forth."
Bobby shook his head from side to side. His nose popped out, but slid
back into his sister's sweaty asshole each time his head faced
forward. He paused and pressed harder. "You like my asshole wrapped
around your nose? I know I do. Now back off a minute. Hold your nose
right over my shit hole." Mary Beth was up on her knees now, having
worked into the position trying to get more leverage to push back
against her brother. Her tight little bud was loosening in response to
Bobby's penetration: he caught a glimpse of pinker skin inside as he
pulled his nose out. "Take a deep breath." The boy breathed deeply of
his sister's spicy aroma. "Do I smell good? Smells nasty, doesn't it?
You love it, though. You love sniffing your big sister's butt."
She paused, ready for the next step. "That's good. Now I want
your tongue."
Bobby's opened his lips and his gave his sister's bunghole an
experimental lick. His velvety tongue felt so good to Mary Beth that
she drove her hips back, pushing her ring against Bobby's mouth. He
lapped at the furrows and fissures of his sister's bottomhole, trying
to get his tongue in as far as he could. Mary Beth, overcome with the
delicious sensation, squealed like a pig.
Bobby licked her for a long time. Several times he stopped,
but his sister made him stick his tongue back in her asshole. She
dropped her shoulders to the ground and pressed back harder in her
efforts to get her brother's tongue deeper into her butt.
The feeling in her ass was wonderful, but Mary Beth's growing
excitement made her crave an orgasm. She knew just how to make that
happen: "OK Bobby. That was good. Now lick my clit. You've got it all
hard, now whip it with your tongue."
Bobby, complied, sliding his lips down across his sister's
dripping pussy and lashing back and forth at his her button. His nose
buried itself deep in her cunt, and he had to tilt his head back in
order to breathe. Soon he felt Mary Beth's clit start to withdraw, and
he lapped at her until her hips shuddered and she collapsed onto the
towel.
After a few minutes, Mary Beth rolled over. Her face was damp and
tendrils of black hair hung in her eyes. "Oh Bobby," she said with a
trifle too much enthusiasm, "You're a great ass licker." He wasn't
sure that was a compliment.
"And now for you," purred Bobby's sister as she reached for
the suntan oil. "Take your pants down and lie on your back."
Bobby lay with his pants around his knees. Mary Beth pulled
his shirt up until his nipples showed. She poured a generous helping
of oil into her hand, and reached for Bobby's stiff cock. Fisting it
in both hands, she jerked her brother off. It wasn't long before he
groaned and shot his spunk into the air. Mary Beth put one hand over
her brother's prick, catching his juices as she pumped him with her
other hand. When nothing more came out of his cock, took a few more
strokes just because she knew he was sensitive then, then she stopped
and wiped her hand on her brother's belly. She got off the towel so he
could use a corner to clean himself off.
* * *
Hump Day, thought Mary Beth as she fiddled with her homework.
Two more days until the weekend, a big Chemistry test on Friday, and
I'm horny again. It must be my period; I don't know why the times when
I'm the messiest are the times when I need it the most. She heard her
mother bustling about the kitchen. "I'm going out for groceries," she
called up the hall. The front door slammed.
Mary Beth did an inventory. Dad's bowling, and Mom will be at
least half an hour. Bobby's supposed to be studying. She pushed her
papers into a pile and walked into Bobby's room.
"How goes it, bro'," asked Mary Beth as she leaned against the
door jamb.
Bobby raised his head and pushed his chair back from his desk.
"I dunno, Sis," he answered. "I think I've got tomorrow taken care of,
but Friday's gonna be a killer." He stood up and walked over to his
sister. "And to top it all off," he said, placing his hands on her
tee shirt over her breasts, "I'm so horny I can't see straight."
"Isn't that a coincidence," Mary Beth said as she took her
brother's hand and led him in the direction of the bathroom. She
flipped the cover over the toilet and sat down, beckoning Bobby over.
He stood in front of her, and she grasped his cock roughly through his
jeans and kneaded it. "You certainly are horny, little brother," she
growled sexily. "This telephone pole you got here is a real pussy-
stretcher."
Mary Beth undid her brother's fly and fished his staff out,
bending it awkwardly to fit it through the opening. She leaned forward
and darted her tongue around the head. "It's big tonight, Bobby," she
purred. "I don't know if I'll be able to get my tiny little mouth
around it." She wasn't worried, but she knew what a turn-on it was for
guys to hear about the immensity of their dick. She laid it on
thicker: "Oh Bobby, your big prick is gonna stretch my baby lips.
You're gonna gag me with that big thing. I'm gonna suck you though.
You want to watch me, Bobby? You want to watch your big prick sliding
between your sister's lips? Want to see how far down I can leave my
lipstick?"
Bobby's sister pressed her lips to the head of his cock,
slowly separating them to admit half the helmet. She paused and gazed
up at his face, looking angelic from the nose up. Her expression
contrasted sharply with the lascivious way she sucked her brother's
cock; the effect was not lost on Bobby, who stared into Mary Beth's
eyes to get the full effect. She slowly engulfed his prick, her hot,
slippery, velvety wetness feeling even better than Bobby's
anticipations. She bobbed back and forth, pausing several times with
her lips on the tip, the same innocent look in her eyes, and her
tongue swirling around the slit of her brother's cock.
Mary Beth moved one hand from Bobby's hip to the base of his
prick. Circling him firmly, she jerked him off while she moved her
head rapidly in short strokes. Bobby could take no more; he shot
several streams into his sister's eager mouth, most of his come going
down her throat, but some escaping from the corners of her lips. After
he finished, she withdrew, looking up at him while she scooped up the
semen on her chin with an index finger, and licking it off.
"Now it's my turn," Mary Beth said as she stood up, forcing
her brother backwards and almost sending him head-over-heels into the
bathtub. She reached behind her and flipped up the cover on the
toilet, then pulled her pants and panties to her ankles. Sitting back
down on the toilet seat, she pointed to the floor in front of her.
"Kneel down, little brother," she urged. Bobby obliged, looking
somewhat confused about the deal with the toilet seat. "Now lick me,"
Mary Beth ordered. "Lick your big sister's pussy until she comes all
over your face. Lick me until I quiver like jello."
Bobby didn't like the idea of putting his head in the toilet
bowl, but her leaned forward. As he did so, he spotted a sanitary
napkin stuck to the inside of his sister's panties. A long narrow
brownish-red stain marred the pure white surface.
"You're having your period," Bobby blurted in protest.
"It's just blood, Bobby. It won't hurt you." Her voice held no
sympathy at all.
Bobby bent forward until he was almost to his sister's cunt,
then balked, looking up at her again.
"Go ahead, Bobby," Mary Beth urged, her voice growing harder.
"You can do it."
She pushed down on his head, and he suddenly relented,
obediently beginning to tongue his big sister's clit. He tried to keep
from licking her further down, but she kept her hand on his head and
bucked up against him, smearing his lips with her discharge. As
Bobby's tongue caressed her clit, his sister got more turned on and
oozed clear slick pussy juice, which flushed the blood out of her; the
mixture dripped into the toilet bowl, forming pink swirls and
tendrils. Mary Beth's breathing became ragged as she climbed higher.
Driven by a sudden desire to see her blood on her brother's face, she
lifted her ass off the seat and, holding his head down, slid her pussy
up and rubbed his nose in her dripping cunt. She wiggled from side to
side, then eased herself down again, gratified to see her red and pink
stains on Bobby's nose and cheeks. The sight was unexpectedly arousing
to her and she began to whine as she approached her climax. Bobby, his
misgivings worn down by his sister's persistence, lapped eagerly at
his sister's nubbin until she was exhausted.
Mary Beth wiped herself with toilet paper, flushing the toilet
as she stood up. She pulled up her pants and washed her hands. "You
better get your face cleaned up, little brother," she said as she
walked out the door. "You look like you lost a knife fight."
FOUR
Ginny turned off the shower, stepped out on the mat, and ran
the fluffy towel over her body. Catching a glimpse of herself in the
bathroom mirror, she tossed the towel on the counter and looked
critically at her body. Not bad, she thought, at least the guys seem
to dig it. She cupped her breasts in her hands, twisting the olive
nipples into erection. 34-B. They sure seemed big when I was fourteen,
but they're just ordinary now. Still, I'm glad I'm not one of those
cows. The slender brunette ran her hands over her flat stomach, and
fluffed up her dark-brown pussy hair. God, there's a lot of it. It's
always sticking out the crotch of my swimsuit, and I for sure can't
get the kind with the high-cut legs, but I'll be damned if I'll get
one of those wax jobs. Some of the boys think a lot of hair is sexy.
Guess I do to, at least on guys. She turned around and looked over her
shoulder at her ass. Too small? Too much like a guy's? Maybe not,
guy's cheeks don't curve over like that. It must look pretty good to
the boys; they sure like to touch it. And taste it, too, she thought,
remembering the night before when she had made Bill lie on his back
while she slowly lowered her brown asshole onto his mouth and forced
him to lick her for half an hour.
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Subject: SUBMIT aunt_pamel04.txt
Article 32700 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an99635@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 30 Aug 1994 10:56:01 UTC
Subject: Aunt Pamela by Ken Bristol 4/21 (mf, ff, incest, dom, nc)
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Trying to be quiet, Ginny rummaged through the hamper
in the bathroom, looking for a pair of her mother's
sexy panties. Her hand encountered something soft and
silky, and she pulled it out and held it up for
inspection. Yeah, that's right -- thin white material
you can kinda see through, lace above the crotch, cut
low on the sides, that's better than my plain, boring
cotton ones. Why won't Mom let me have sexy panties?
Mary Beth has some real nice panties. Probably nothing
as hot as these. Too bad I can't get clean ones, but I
might wake up Mom if I went in her bedroom. How dirty
are they? The teenager raised her mother's soiled
panties to her face and sniffed the crotch tentatively.
Jeeze, that's strong. Mine don't smell that way, even
if I wear them two days. Kinda sexy though... I guess
I'll wear them...
The slim brunette silently opened the bathroom
door and tiptoed back to her room. She stood before the
mirror, shook out her mother's panties, and started to
put them on. Something stopped her, and she stood
poised with the underwear in her hands and one foot
just off the floor. Ginny set her foot down, cupped her
palm under the crotch of the lacy undergarment, and
brought it to her face. Underneath her mother's strong
musky smell, there was something sweet and herbal. It's
perfume, the girl thought. Mom puts perfume on her
pussy! The thought excited the teenager. She imagined
her mother in the bathroom, touching her forefinger to
the perfume bottle as she stood by the toilet, raising
one foot and putting it on the seat, and reaching
between her legs to transfer the scent to a few
carefully chosen places. Who's it for? the girl
wondered. Does Mom have a lover? She shook her head.
It's for Dad. Tough old Dad. I wonder just how tough...
Suddenly the teenager imagined a scene so real that the
room blanked out for her.
Her father lies naked on his back on his bed, his
head just over the edge in a way that forces his
neck back and makes his Adam's apple stand out. His
hands grip the sheets, and he stares back at Ginny's
mother, who stands several feet away, her feet a
foot apart and her arms crossed over her breasts,
wearing only the lacy panties. His enormous erection
twitches as he lies motionless. Ellen walks slowly
forward until her knees touch the bed on either side
of Butch's head. She puts first one knee, then the
other on the bed, and kneels above the man, who
stares up at her. Leaning forward for balance, she
squats down on his face, pressing the silky cloth
covering her very smelly, lightly perfumed cunt to
his mouth and nose. He starts to put out his tongue,
but she stops him with a harsh, "No," and sits on
his face for a long time, rubbing herself languidly
back and forth. His every breath is full of her
musky essence, and she gradually shifts all her
weight to her hips and tightens her thighs around
his head, drowning her husband beneath her warm
strong cunt...
Ginny's head swam as she returned to reality, only
to be lost again as another powerful fantasy filled her
head.
Butch is naked. He lies spread-eagled on the bed,
his hands and feet tied to the corners with
stockings. Ellen, wearing only the panties, dances
sexily for him, bumping and grinding and touching
her breasts. She slowly slides the panties off,
holds them by the waistband, and dangles them over
the horny, tied-up man. She teases him, lowering the
silky garment until it just grazes his skin, and
running it up and down all over his body, pausing
for a long time at his crotch. His cock drools pre-
come. She drags her panties over his prick to sop it
up. More takes its place. She torments and tickles
him until he writhes on the bed, pleading for her to
stop. She ignores him. Finally, after he has given
up, she dangles the panties over his face, then
drops them on his mouth. Arranging the underwear so
the crotch lies over his lips, Ellen pokes part into
his mouth with her forefinger. Working with just one
finger and gazing into his eyes with a look of
innocent idle amusement, she stuffs the panties in
his mouth with painful slowness. Then she squats
over his hips and swallows his rod inside her wet
pussy. The creak of bedsprings and a almost-
inaudible squishing continue a long time, finally
being drowned out by her screams as she comes...
Ginny came to, still holding her mother's panties
to her nose. She reached down and touched her pussy.
Her finger came away glistening. It's so embarrassing
sometimes, she thought, I get so wet when I get turned
on. I don't know how many times I've come home from
dates with my panties soaked clear through. And if I'm
at the beach and I start thinking about getting it on
with one of the lifeguards or something, I have to keep
my legs together and go jump in the water or sombody'll
think I wet my pants. And then there was that time at
the dance... Oh yeah, that was hot. Dancing slow and
close with that hunk Jeff, working our way back where
it was dark, soul-kissing, and pressing my pussy
against him through my dress, feeling my pants get
damp, then wet, then I felt the drops start to dribble
down my leg. It felt good, we were both sweating up a
storm anyway -- a little more juice didn't seem to
matter. But afterwards, the insides of my thighs were
all sticky, and when Jeff put his hand up under my
skirt, he looked at me real funny. It kinda seemed to
turn him on, though... Well, tonight the whole plan is
to get wet, and the wetter the better as far as I'm
concerned. Let's get this show on the road.
The slim teenager stepped into her mother's
panties. She looked at herself in the mirror on her
closet door. Ginny was bigger than her mother, but her
hips were slimmer, and the panties sagged a little in
the front, though they cupped her high pubic mound with
delightful snugness. The pants just barely covered her
dark bush, which was clearly visible through the
diaphanous material. Ginny put her hands behind her
head and practiced pouting for a minute, then, looked
at the clock and quickly finished dressing.
Time to go, Ginny thought as she flicked out the
light and walked to the window, aided by the moonlight
pouring through it. She balanced on the window sill,
propping herself up with her hands so she wouldn't get
her white jeans dirty. With an awkward flounce, she
launched herself away from the house, twisting a half
turn and hanging onto the sill for balance as she
landed in the shrubbery. The ground was soft and moist
under her feet, and she could feel a few clods stuck to
her shoes as she ran across the yard and hid behind the
garage. She scuffed her feet against the grass and
slapped the at the seat of her pants. Dodging the
bright pools formed by the streetlights, the slim
figure zig-zagged her way across the street and set off
with a determined gait.
Two blocks away, an old Ford convertible idled at
the curb, its powerful, V8 turning over raggedly and
burbling through barely-legal glasspacks. A pair of
tough-looking teenagers sat on the backs of the front
seats smoking and watching the street behind the car.
The driver sneered at his friend, "She's late.
I'll bet she ain't coming. I told ya she was a prick-
tease. Makes all kinda promises and then don't show up.
Probably give us some kinda line tomorrow about why she
didn't come."
Ginny turned the corner about half a block away,
and was lit brilliantly by the streetlight. The kid on
the passenger seat hit his friend playfully on the
upper arm, and whispered, "See Jack, I told you she'd
come."
"I never said she wasn't," the driver said
defensively. "I just said she was late."
Ginny rolled her hips as she sauntered with
exaggerated casualness towards the car. "Hey, kid,"
said Jack in his best James Dean, his cigarette
bouncing up and down as he talked and his head tilted
back to keep the smoke out of his eyes.
"Hi, guys," said Ginny with as much excitement as
if she'd run into them by accident in the school
cafeteria. She reached up and rumpled the hair of the
kid on the passenger side. "How ya doing, Johnny?" she
asked with a sexy lilt to her voice.
Johnny smiled in greeting, slid down the seat back
and opened the door. No one spoke as Ginny rolled
across the boy and plunked herself down in the middle
of the front seat. Jack dropped into position, put the
car in gear and pulled out with a liquid rumble.
Johnny put his right hand on Ginny's knee and slid
his palm up the inside of her right thigh until he
cupped her pubic mound. She slapped his arm, then
grabbed his wrist and pulled upwards. "Let's get
something straight, guys," she said in a harsh tone.
"You're gonna have a real good time tonight -- so good
a time you're gonna pinch yourselves in the morning --
but only if you do things my way. You understand?"
The boys muttered affirmatively.
Ginny continued, "If you're real good, you're
gonna like what happens." She felt for Johnny's crotch
with her right hand. "Keep your hands by your sides,
Johnny," she warned as she cupped her hand over his
equipment and pressed against him. The heat of her palm
excited the youngster as much as the pressure and he
began to stiffen. Ginny smiled to herself, thinking:
This is going to work out all right. Two of them, and
they're bigger, but I'm smarter, and I know what I
want. I just have to keep 'em happy, keep 'em off-
balance, and stay one step ahead of them. Maybe I can
even make their macho attitude help me. Jack'll be
harder to handle, so I'll get Johnny to do things
first. After Johnny caves in, Jack'll follow, no sweat.
She moved her hand up and down over Johnny's jeans
until she felt his full erection, then she reached over
with her other hand and unbuttoned his fly. Johnny
sucked in his breath as Ginny snaked both hands into
his underwear. Her fingers flew around like moths,
touching him lightly in intimate places before they
urged his member out of his underwear and pulled his
dick up straight. "Now isn't this nice?" Ginny asked as
she glided her right hand lightly up and down the
length of Johnny's cock, gripping him just hard enough
so her hand didn't slip and savoring the way the soft
supple skin slipped effortlessly over the rock-hard
core. Johnny just swallowed hard. Ginny wondered how
his cock would feel in her mouth.
The lights at the roadside became less frequent as
the trio headed out of town. With her left hand, Ginny
started to touch Jack's dick through his pants. Having
observed the scene with Johnny, Jack was hard even
before the girl made her move. She dug her fingers into
the boy's pants, pushing his cock back and forth until
she had it lined up the way she wanted it. "I'll be
back, Johnny," said Ginny as she forsook his cock so
she could have both hands for his friend. Soon Jack,
too, sat with his tool poking up into the night air,
being masturbated lightly by his teenaged companion.
Ginny returned her right hand to Johnny's lap. With a
cock in each fist, she made up inventive rhythms as the
three drove into the countryside. She tried jacking
them off in unison, then pushed down on one as she
pulled up on the other, then experimented with two
strokes on each side. Ginny like the weirdness of the
scene -- the highway, the moonlight, the smell of the
fields in the warm air, the rumble of the car together
with a cock in each hand and the boys in her power.
"Like it so far?" she cooed. The boys just mumbled, but
Johnny's fists tightened as he pushed them into the
seat, and Jack's driving grew somewhat erratic.
Jack spotted the turn, slowed, and bumped off down
a gravel road to the left. The headlights illuminated a
thick forest on both sides of the rutted track. The
road twisted around and stopped abruptly. Jack turned
the car around and killed the engine. A sudden silence
washed over them, broken by crickets.
"Let's get out and look at the creek," Ginny said
in a shift of mood. "Leave your dicks out, though. I
like you guys that way."
The three spilled out of the car and walked over
to the creek bank. Without the shade of the trees near
the car, the three-quarter moon clearly illuminated the
boys' equipment; Ginny liked the way their pricks
glowed white in the pale light and bobbed up and down
as they walked. The two guys felt awkward and exposed.
There was nobody else around, but it still felt strange
to be walking around like that. But that's what Ginny
wanted, she was one hot chick, they sure were horny,
and if this would get them laid, hey, no problem, man.
After studying the creek and listening to the
water for a minute or so, Ginny asked, "You guys got a
blanket?"
"Sure, Gin, there's one in the trunk," answered
Jack.
"Run back and get it."
Soon Jack returned with the blanket, holding it in
front of his waist in instinctive protection against
Ginny's inspection of his tool.
"That's good, Jackie. Spread it out on the creek
bank. No, over here where it's flatter." Johnny
stumbled out of the way as Jack complied.
"That's nice," encouraged Ginny. "Now get
undressed," she continued, letting an edge creep into
her voice.
"Just us?" complained Johnny.
Ginny placated him: "I'll get naked, too, but you
go first. You guys can watch me undress. It'll be real
sexy."
The boys pulled off their clothes, piled them on
the ground, and stood looking expectantly at Ginny, who
watched with her arms crossed. Their bodies glowed in
the moonlight.
"Now lie down on the blanket," urged the teenaged
girl. "No, the other way -- put your heads down here."
"That's downhill," protested Jack.
"That's all right, it's not steep. Besides, I
can't do my show unless you can see this flat spot."
"I guess," said Jack as he lay on his back and
propped his head up with his hands so he could see
Ginny. Johnny lay down next to him.
Ginny put her hands behind her head and rotated
her pelvis slowly, the white jeans standing out clearly
in the dim blue light. "You want this pussy?" she
taunted as she spread her legs and pumped her hips back
and forth. "You like my tits?" She shimmied her upper
body and her breasts swayed, then she unbuttoned her
blouse slowly, pulling out the tail and spinning around
so the garment flew outwards. She pulled it open to
expose her white brassiere. "Nice, huh?" she cooed
flirtatiously. The young brunette slipped easily out of
the shirt, and tossed it to Jack, who held it for a
minute, smelling her perfume and her body. Ginny
slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, and walked
over to the blanket, her full breasts bobbing as she
swung her hips.
She stood just off the blanket, near Johnny's
shoulders. "Hold up your hand, lover," she asked.
Johnny raised his arm, and Ginny grabbed it for balance
as she took off her shoes and socks, stepping onto the
blanket as she did, so she wouldn't get her feet dirty.
Johnny held up his other arm, and Ginny supported
herself on it as she skinned off her jeans and tossed
them on top of one of the piles of clothes. She spread
her legs and swished her hips to show off her mom's
lacy white bikini panties.
Still holding Johnny's hand, she picked up one
foot and set it gently down on his chest. Ginny trailed
her toes lightly up and down the boy's stomach, then,
hopping as she turned, she pressed the ball of her foot
to his lips. The young boy's mouth was slack, and she
toyed with him, slipping her toes between his teeth and
over his gums. Growing bored with that, Ginny twisted
towards Johnny's feet and teased his prick with her
foot. She wriggled her toes against his balls, then
moved upwards and stepped lightly and quickly on his
cock, dribbling it like a basketball as it lay against
his belly. As it rose to a vertical position, the
teenager switched tactics and batted it back and forth
like a punching bag. Johnny groaned. If she kept this
up much longer, she was going to make him come, and
that would be embarrassing. He bit his lip as he tried
to control himself. Ginny noticed the signs, and backed
off. It would be fun to see Johnny squirt all over his
own stomach, but he wasn't fully under her control yet,
and he might react badly afterwards. Another time,
Ginny thought as she gave the muscular boy's cock a
final kick.
The slim teenager straddled Johnny's head facing
his feet. She slowly lowered herself to a kneeling
position with her knees pressing the boy's arms against
his sides. "Come over here," she said to Jack, and the
other boy worked his way over until he lay right next
to his friend. "Move your hips down towards me," she
instructed, and Jack moved up about six inches. Ginny
leaned forward and to one side, so her mouth was over
Jack's cock. She touched his staff with her hand and
guided it towards her mouth. "Now it gets real good,"
she purred as she licked the tip. Ginny lowered her
hips until she could feel Johnny's hot breath between
her legs, then she sat back on the boy, pressing her
sweet young pussy to his lips through her mother's
soiled panties.
Johnny knew what was coming, but he was still
taken aback to find himself so suddenly surrounded by
warm soft flesh and silky fabric. The strong smell of
Ginny's crotch filled his nostrils. He didn't know that
the aroma was partly Ginny's tangy young pussy and
partly her mother's darker, richer smells; he just knew
it smelled real sexy, especially as turned on as he was
from what Ginny had been doing to him with her foot.
When Ginny pressed down on the boy, her juices started
to ooze out of her pussy and soak through the thin
material. Johnny slipped out his tongue and licked the
sexy teenager's crotch as she began to undulate against
his face.
Ginny smiled to herself as she felt Johnny's warm
wet tongue against her sensitive flesh. Even through
the panties he felt good. He didn't seem to have a real
clear idea of her geography, but she was sure that he
could learn, given proper instruction. She slithered
her lips up and down Jack's erect penis, pausing when
the head touched the back of her throat, then repeating
the motion. Sometimes she slipped just the head in her
mouth and sucked on it while she swished her tongue
around. Jack made a strangled sound in the back of his
throat, and Ginny figured that she was on the right
track. She cocked her hips and slid them back further
so Johnny would be more likely to find her clitoris in
his seemingly random tonguing. He accidentally licked
her slippery nubbin, and she moaned, hoping he'd get
the message that he'd found the spot.
She reached for Jack's balls and cupped them in
her hand as she moved her head faster. Ginny was ready
for something else, but she figured that the boys would
be easier to control once they had a little less semen
on board. Jack groaned as the slim brunette pressed his
sack and sucked his dick. He knew he couldn't last much
longer. Before long, Ginny felt the first spasm. She
took one squirt in her mouth, then pulled away and
fisted Jack's prick rapidly as he shot his load on his
belly, his face, and into his hair.
Ginny rolled off of Johnny and lay on Jack's chest
while she curled up and peeled her mother's panties
off. She rolled back the other way and managed to get
to her knees again, this time astride Jack at waist
level. "Scooch up here," she said as she reached
between her legs and tugged on his shoulders. "And
Johnny, you come towards me."
Jack soon found the teen's wet pussy against his
mouth. He lapped avidly, delving into her hot channel
and coating his tongue with her thick cream. Ginny sat
down hard on his face, making it easier for him to
reach deep inside her, but harder for him to breathe.
He concentrated on the licking -- he could breathe
anytime. The hot young girl sat up even further and
rested almost all her weight on the boy's face for a
few moments, reveling in the feeling of control, then
she rolled her hips forward and shifted her weight to
her knees and elbows. The movement brought her clitoris
in contact with his tongue, but he soon wandered off
lower down her crotch. She knew it was time for a
lesson.
"Higher, Jack," she prompted. Jack, confused by
her instructions, went the wrong way. "Not that way,"
she instructed, "Higher on my body -- toward my
bellybutton." Jack backtracked and approached the
target. "A little to the right... a little lower...
There! Feel that little bump?"
"Umph," Jack mumbled affirmatively.
"Lick it," she ordered.
Jack obeyed with altogether too much enthusiasm.
"Not so hard," the pretty teenager said harshly,
"Lick it slow and gentle, but don't stop until I tell
you to."
Jack managed to moderate his eagerness, and began
to tongue the slippery pearl with something approaching
delicacy. Ginny gave a little moan to encourage him,
following it with a series of guttural noises that were
much less voluntary as the young boy's tongue excited
her and spurred her onwards. Growing more confident,
Jack stiffened his tongue and moved it in slow circles
around the base of Ginny's clit, barely noticing the
cold from the pool of come covering his chest.
Johnny didn't have to wait long to become a
participant; the girl leaned forward and swallowed his
stiff prick deep into her hot mouth in one motion,
forcing a gasp from his lips. She moved her head up and
down rapidly, then stopped for a moment to lick her
middle finger. That's not gonna be enough, she thought,
and she reached behind her back and slipped her finger
up her slippery pussy, twisting it around and gathering
up as much juice as she could. Jack could tell
something was happening, but he couldn't figure out
what.
As Ginny sucked Johnny's slim cock she probed
between his legs with her hand, tucking her slippery
middle finger into her palm until she got her bearings.
Feeling under his balls, she found the cleavage between
his tight, muscular buns and ran her index finger up
and down it. As Johnny started to pant, Ginny suddenly
rammed her middle finger all the way up his asshole.
Johnny felt violated, confused, but intensely aroused.
Before he could even begin to sort his feelings out he
erupted into the teenager's warm, wet mouth. Ginny
tasted his warm, mildly salty semen, then pulled her
finger out and pumped the rest of Johnny's load out
onto his chest. After a moment, she returned her
attention to Jack, who was doing what she considered to
be a pretty good job on her clit. In fact, it was such
a good job that, if she paid attention, she would
probably get off soon. The slim brunette rocked her
hips rhythmically, moving enough to subtly direct
Jack's slippery tongue just where she wanted it. Her
copious secretions rolled out of her channel and
dripped down onto the boy's face as he tongued her just
as she had instructed. In a minute or two, her teaching
paid off in an fierce orgasm. Ginny screamed as she
came, seeing stars against the black night, bucking
against the boy lying underneath her hard enough to
bruise his lip, and scaring them all a little.
The lithe young girl rolled between her two
friends, wriggled until they separated enough for her
to lie on the blanket, and stared at the stars while
she caught her breath. She put her arms out and found
two wet, slippery cocks, one hard, and one soft but
stiffening as she manipulated it. It had been a great
first act, and she already had a few plans for the
second one.
It wasn't long before both pricks were nicely firm
in Ginny's fists. She knelt between the boys and pulled
one cup of her brassiere down so her breast was
exposed, but cradled lewdly by her undergarment. "Like
this, boys?" Johnny sat up and Ginny pulled his face to
her dark brown nipple, cradling his head in her arm as
he suckeled her. With her free hand, she similarly
freed her other breast and beckoned Jack to partake.
She rocked back on her heels and grinned at the sky as
the boys sucked and nibbled at her hard nipples.
After a few minutes, Ginny pushed the boys away
and struggled to her feet. "On your knees, Johnny," she
ordered, "It's time you learned about eating pussy."
Johnny levered himself up, whining, "I already
know how to eat pussy."
"I think you can use a lesson anyway." Ginny stood
over Johnny and took his head between her hands. Ginny
had a sudden inspiration, and grabbed him by his ears.
"Put your tongue out," she directed. "And hold your
neck loose so I can move your head around. You've got
to paint by numbers for a while before I let you have a
clean canvas."
"Feel that?" she asked, touching his tongue to the
place where her labia met below her belly. "That's the
start of my outer lips." She ran his tongue down one
side and back the other. Johnny started to lick her as
she paused back where she had started. "Stop that!" she
ordered. "You'll get to lick soon enough. Now you're
just holding your tongue out as far as it can go. Got
it?" Johnny tried to nod, but she held his head too
tightly. She pushed him down. "Now this," she
continued, "Is where you put your cock, that is, if
you're real nice and I'm in a good mood. I like it when
you lick up inside there, too." She cocked her hips and
pushed him against the tender flesh between her pussy
and her asshole. "When I let you lick me here, use real
broad strokes. Make your tongue wide and flat, and lick
me in one long swipe from my tight little bottom hole
to my pussy. It's OK if you dip in at either end."
Ginny straightened and lifted up on Johnny's ears,
which were getting a little sore by now. "And now," she
whispered, "This is the place that really gets me off."
"You can warm me up by licking all around, but when I
want to come, lick this little stubby thing -- feel it?
Yeah, that's right -- right here. Be gentle at first,
but when I'm about ready to come, you can lick it fast
and hard. In fact, if you don't, you'll be sorry."
"Got that?" said Ginny in a tone that allowed only
one response.
Johnny nodded, afraid to trust his voice. Ginny's
bossy style struck a chord in him.
"Get your tongue up my cunt," she said, stepping
over him and forcing his head back. Johnny put his
tongue out as far as he could and licked the inside of
Ginny's pussy as she pushed his head further back and
put more of her weight on him. Ginny reveled in what
felt like being fucked by a very tiny, very agile
penis. She was glad that Johnny had a nice long tongue,
and she thought of another place where it would feel
good. "That's nice, Johnny," she cooed. "Real nice.
Would you like to put your tongue where it would turn
me on even more?"
Johnny mumbled his assent, sure that he was going
to get to lick Ginny's clitoris.
Ginny stepped back, spun around, and bent over
slightly. "Lick my asshole, Johnny," she ordered in a
bored tone of voice.
Johnny hesitated for an instant. This girl had
more moods than anyone he knew, and she changed them
when he least expected it. Now she wanted him to put
his tongue in a dark, dirty place. He felt a little
revulsion, but surpressed it. He had already decided
that he'd do whatever Ginny said. Just making that
resolution made his head spin, but more with excitement
than fear. He leaned forward and navigated by feel,
easily finding the girl's tight, warm serrations with
his ardent tongue.
Ginny reacted to Johnny's intimate probings with a
savage joy. He did it, and he didn't even complain! Now
I can make him do anything! She pressed back against
him, spreading her legs so the boy could have better
access to her sensitive rosebud. She tugged on Jack's
shoulders. "Lick my clit, Jack," she said hotly. "Lick
my clit while Johnny sticks his tongue up my butt."
Jack tried to comply, but Ginny's bent-over posture
made it hard. He burrowed in and finally made marginal
contact with the girl's enlarged nubbin. His chin
bounced off Johnny's, to the disgust of both of them.
Ginny realized that this game had problems, and
mentally kicked herself for not planning better. Now
she had to choose between her own satisfaction and
completing the subjugation of Johnny. It was an easy
choice. The sexy teenager sat back against the boy's
tongue. "Get it further up my ass," she hissed, feeling
his attempts at compliance immediately. She met his
probing with even more backwards force. It made it hard
for Jack to get to her clit, and it took him a long
time to make her come, but she knew it was worth it.
Afterwards, Ginny thought about the boys. She
ought to get them off once more, and she hadn't yet
clearly established her superiority over Jack. She sank
to the her knees on the blanket.
"Oh, Jack." she said sweetly. "Lie down here on
your back, will you? I'll do something for you I know
you'll like."
Jack did as she asked, pleased that she wasn't
going to make him do the same kinds of things as
Johnny. Ginny sat on his chest facing his feet and
clamped his arms to his sides with her knees. She
reached out and caressed his hard-on gently with her
right hand as she cradled his balls with her left. She
masturbated him slowly as her left hand fluttered like
a butterfly between his legs and over his testicles. He
groaned with pleasure. Ginny picked up the pace with
her right hand and started pinching and scratching his
balls with her left. It felt better than he could have
imagined, and he gave himself up to the ecstasy. Ginny
knew she had him then, and she put her weight on her
knees and walked backwards, then slowly, slowly sat
back down, this time on the boy's face. Jack could see
enough in the moonlight to know what was happening as
the slim teenager's soft bottom descended upon him. Her
hands kept up the exciting caresses and he knew that if
he didn't do what she wanted she'd stop touching him.
Ginny leaned forward and her buns separated. Finally,
her tight brown opening, still wet from Johnny's
tongue, touched Jack's mouth. With a little moan, Jack
tentatively slipped his tongue through his lips. He
felt her furrows and ridges as he licked her slowly.
Ginny delighted in Jack's soft tongue as she
continued to sit back on the boy. Soon he felt a heavy
weight on his cheeks, and he stopped licking and began
to probe the teenager's tight bottomhole with his
tongue. And still Ginny increased the pressure, until
all her weight was resting on the boy's face and he had
to tilt his head back in order to breathe.
Her hands flew up and down his cock. "Like that,
Jack?" she taunted. "Like having your tongue up my
butt? Like licking my asshole while I jerk you off?
Sure you do. I know you do. You like it so well you're
gonna shoot your load while I sit on your face. Well
c'mon, cream for me. Let's see what you've got in you."
Jack spouted what was indeed an impressive
quantity of white, sticky fluid, considering that he
had come less than an hour earlier. Ginny encouraged
him in a patronizing tone: "Oh, that's nice. Come some
more. A little more still. Very good, Jackie."
Ginny walked forward and sat in her previous
position on Jack's chest. She motioned to Johnny and he
straddled his friend and faced the girl. "And what
about you, Johnny?" she said in the same condescending
tone. "What can I do for my Johnny?" She reached down
with her left hand and inserted her middle and ring
fingers in her hot wet cunt. When they were thoroughly
coated with her oily fluid, she reached out and between
Johnny's legs, positioning her fingers at the entrance
to the boy's asshole. "Well, for starters, how about
this," she said as she slid her fingers inside him. He
grimaced, but stood where he was. She grasped his dick
firmly with her right hand and stroked it rapidly as
she explored the secret recesses of his rectum. Johnny
came in an embarrassingly short time, covering Ginny's
breasts with his semen.
* * *
On the way back to her house, Ginny cautioned the boys:
"I know you guys like to talk about your conquests.
This wasn't exactly a conquest, but you might be
tempted to blab about it to your friends. If I one word
gets back to me, I'm gonna tell everybody all the
details. You don't really want that, do you? I didn't
think so. That's why you'll dummy up, right?"
The boys nodded silently.
"On the other hand, if you guys can keep a secret,
we can play some more. I've got lots more things to
show you."
To: louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu
Subject: SUBMIT aunt_pamela05.txt
Article 32688 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an99635@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 30 Aug 1994 10:52:08 UTC
Subject: Aunt Pamela by Ken Bristol 5/21 (mf, ff, incest, dom, nc)
FOUR
Bobby dashed down the hall, grabbed the jamb of his
sister's door with a suddenly outstretched hand, and
pivoted into her room, hanging there as she turned
slowly away from her desk. "You didn't waste any time,
little brother," she teased, "They haven't been out of
the driveway for more than thirty seconds."
"I couldn't wait for them to get of out the house.
It's knowing that they'll be away most of the day that
made the difference. It'll be the first time since,
well, you know..."
Mary Beth stood up and sauntered slowly towards
the boy. "Yeah, Bobby. I think I do know." She
unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the shirt-tails out of
her shorts. "I think you want to get it on with your
big sister." She pulled her bra aside and ran her index
finger around her dark-brown, puffy nipple as she
licked her lips and favored her brother with a sloe-
eyed gaze. The girl's nipple hardened slightly and
pushed its way upwards. "You'd like to nibble on my
tits, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, Sis."
She pushed her shorts down, stepped out of them,
and tossed them on casually on the bed. Mary Beth
raised her hands to her hips, inserted her fingers in
the waistband of her white cotton panties and lowered
them until her pubic hair just showed at the waistline.
"You'd like to lick my pussy, too. You want me to sit
on your face while you lie there and lap me with you
big wet tongue." She shrugged out of her blouse, tossed
it over her shoulder, and stood with her hands on her
hips in her underwear. "You'd like to fuck me too, huh
Bobby? You want to drive your big cock up my pussy? You
want to fuck me so hard I squeal; so hard I beg for
mercy?"
She closed the distance to her brother and grabbed
his stiff cock through his jeans. She looked Bobby hard
in the face and hissed, "Your dick says that's what you
want, little brother."
Mary Beth backed away, crossed her arms, and
changed back to a teasing tone. "But you know what,
Bobby? You're gonna have to work for those things.
You've been too wimpy, Bobby. It's time you acted like
a man."
Bobby's responded in a surly voice: "Whaddaya want
from me, Sis? Most of the time you get on my case if I
don't do what you say fast enough."
"I've got lots of moods -- you oughta know that by
now. And now I'm in the mood for a tough guy. The only
way you're gonna get in my pants today is if you rip
'em off me."
Bobby took a step forward and wrapped his arms
around his sister. "You mean if I want it I'm gonna
have to take it?"
Mary Beth wriggled, but her brother didn't let her
go. "You got it, bro'." She suddenly spun around and
out of her brother's grasp and disappeared out the
door, her pushed-down panties winking at Bobby as her
buns moved up and down.
Bobby started after her, but thought better of it.
Smiling, he slowly stripped, tossing his clothes on his
sister's bed. Ready for action, he ran lightly into the
hall. Seeing no sign of her, he quickly searched his
and his parents' bedroom; she wasn't there either. He
darted into the living room, looked around, and saw
Mary Beth jump up from behind the couch and sprint for
the door he'd just come through. Bobby dashed after
her, catching her as she tried to turn the corner into
the hall. He tackled her with his arms around her
waist; she tried to twist loose as she fell, but only
succeeded in loosening Bobby's grip enough so his hands
slipped down her legs, dragging her panties to her
knees. Mary Beth turned onto her face so she could make
another break, but Bobby wriggled his way up her body
and held her down. His cock slipped between the cheeks
of his sister's bottom as he struggled to control her;
the girl tried to wriggle away, but he pressed down
hard with his hips and her writhing only served to
excite him.
"Gotcha, Sis," he said as he held her down. "Now
you're mine."
"Bullshit!" Mary Beth gave a mighty, but
unsuccessful, twist.
"Don't push it, or I'll ram this dick up your
butt. It'd be easy. You'd like to get butt-fucked,
wouldn't you, Sis?" He moved his hips downward an inch
or two.
Mary Beth had set this up, and she'd thought that
she could keep it under control, but having her little
brother's cock up her ass wasn't part of her plan.
There weren't a lot of things she hadn't done, but that
was one of them, and she wanted to be thoroughly in
control her first time. The teenager had a small moment
of panic. "Don't fuck me there!" she blurted out.
Bobby knew she meant it, and that gave him a
perverse kind of desire to do just that, although he'd
been mostly teasing before. Bobby's shaft slid jerkily
down between Mary Beth's wiggling buttocks until the
tip rested a couple of inches up from her virgin
bottomhole. Shifting his weight away from his sister's
back made him a little unstable; Bobby lifted his hips
a bit, reached down with his hand and grabbed his penis
so he could press it into her. He pushed down and it
the head dropped down into the depression around her
asshole; he eased forward with his hips.
Mary Beth felt Bobby's rod forcing her puckered
rosette apart. He was really going to do it! The
realization gave her strength and Bobby's new position
made him vulnerable. She tightened her buttocks,
jostling Bobby's hand and keeping his probing cock
momentarily at bay, then she twisted sharply, and Bobby
lost his balance, falling heavily on her as she lay on
her side. Bobby shifted tactics and rolled his sister
over on her back, rucking himself up, grabbing her
wrists, and pinning her hands to the floor. She panted
as she struggled, but Bobby got his pelvis between her
legs and pushed forward with his cock. Mary Beth's
panties were still around her knees, and Bobby couldn't
get her legs far enough apart. It took him a while to
realize what was wrong, but finally he grabbed both her
wrists with one hand reached down with the other, and
pushed the underwear down one leg, leaving it to dangle
around one of Mary Beth's calves. He grabbed his cock
and moved it around until he could feel his sister's
warm cunt with the head. She was so wet that Bobby had
no trouble driving his prick in to the hilt, in spite
of her evasive movements.
With both hands now holding Mary Beth's wrists,
Bobby fucked her with hard, short strokes as he taunted
her: "Thought you could get away, huh? You little
prick-tease -- just lie there and take it. Just lie
there and let me fuck the shit out of you. I'm gonna
come in your tight little box, Sis. The more you
wiggle, the more it turns me on. Oh God, you're so hot
and tight! Get ready, cause here it..."
Bobby felt a hard grip on his shoulders, and
before he had any idea what was happening, he was
pulled back and thrown on the floor. He looked up at
his assailant. His father stood over him, shouting
incoherently, his face twisted and ruddy as he opened
and closed his fists spasmodically. His mother backed
into the corner, clasped her arms across her chest
self-protectively, and started to cry.
Mary Beth rolled into a ball and covered her face
in her hands. Sounds very much like sobs emerged, then
the girl caught her breath for an instant. "He r..raped
me," she gasped, and then struggled to her feet and ran
awkwardly in the direction of her bedroom. The door
slammed, and Bobby was alone with his parents.