Jerry Milner

Depraved aunt

CHAPTER ONE

Ellen sighed and gingerly laid half the length of the electric facial massager against that most needful part of her body, directly between her legs. It was the sensible, logical way for a young widow like herself to ease away tensions without involving herself with sticky relationships. The facial massager had been a wise purchase, discreetly done through the mail. With it, she could live a much more contented and tranquil life in the suburbs, puttering around in her garden, doing her needlepoint, ignoring the neighbors who so pointedly ignored her, forgetting about her runaway daughter, Carole.

She reached down and twisted the knob that set the massager to buzzing, and at once was amazed at the thing.

Ellen knew very well the white, tapered plastic cylinder in her hand was a dildo. It was a battery-operated cock expressly designed for the hot, aching cunts of horny old bitches like herself. And shit, did her brand new electric cock ever feel good as it buzzed and purred against hot, healthy pink cuntflesh that hadn't felt anything more than the kiss of her panties' crotchband for almost two years!

Ellen's panties were now on the shag carpet in front of the couch, along with her white linen shorts. She was up on the couch, still wearing her blue halter top, and trying to catch her breath in order to catch up with the dynamically warm tinglings spreading out from between her widely parted legs.

Her posture on the couch was obscene, and she loved it. Leaned back against the cushions, she had her bare feet on the edge of the couch and her knees up and widely out. Her cunt, smoothly bordered with fine black hair that rose to a tuft on her pubis, had its frilly pink lips wide open and already watering for more of the dildo's caress.

Her neighbors wouldn't like her posture there. At least the women wouldn't. But the husbands, if they saw the young widow Grant like that, they'd be lined up around the block to push their big, hot cocks in her cunt, to slide their stiff clicks in and out of Ellen's cunt while they played with her stiff-nippled tits and stuck their tongues in her mouth and her ears and made promises they'd never keep. Ellen wanted every cock on the block to go plunging into that black-haired cunt that had been dormant for too damned long, but she wanted none of the men that went with those hot cocks.

She closed her smooth white thighs on her dildo and softly moaned. She stretched out her legs from the couch and clamped her thighs hard on the wonderful thing and whined at how good it now felt with her asscheeks rocking back and forth on the edge of the couch and her body arching and writhing and shuddering, she jammed the miracle cock against her wet cunt and knew very well this was all the cock she'd ever need in the future. She was panting when she relaxed from the first orgasmic tinglings she'd known in far too long. And she was panting with the anticipation of sliding that beautiful thing right up inside her cunt.

Ellen smiled as she assumed her former position, knees widely parted, soles of her feet pressed together. She was smiling down at her cunt, a beautiful part of her body, neglected for far too long. Oh, how her husband Lou used to love to kiss it and tease it and tickle it before he eased the big knob of his cock in that hole. He used to worship her beautiful body, used to spoil it with his tongue and his cock and his hands. Now all she had was her dildo, but that was a whole lot better than nothing.

And getting better all the time.

Ellen had a nice, pink, prominent clitoris. It became more prominent still as she teased all around it with the tip of the buzzing white dildo. She could feel its vibrations up her spine, all through her buttocks and into her asshole, between the soles of her feet, and in her lips. Her lips felt swollen, just like her cuntlips were; both pairs of lips yearned to suck on a big, fat cock.

Tickling the lips of her cunt with the dildo felt so good she almost wanted to swoon. But if she did that she wouldn't be able to see the obscenely erotic scene there before her, livid pink cuntlips getting more livid and decidedly wetter between her very firm and nubile white thighs, clitoris visibly throbbing, fuckhole throbbing inside.

She took the dildo from her cunt and touched it to her lips, tasted it and sucked it inside. She had had just a few inhibitions with Lou, but there was no need at all for inhibitions with the dildo as her sex partner.

Her cheeks caved in as she sucked it, eyes closed now, imagining it was a real, flesh and blood cock. The flavor of cunt was good, while it lasted. Anything at all to do with sex now would taste good. Panting fast through her open mouth, she very liberally wet the warmly buzzing dildo through the length of her slippery wet slit, then made little whimpering, purring sounds in her throat as she sucked on it hungrily, getting a really good taste of cunt for perhaps the first time in her life.

If a lesbian had barged into Ellen's living room right then, Ellen would have let her do anything she wanted. If a man had walked in right then, she'd have let him fuck her. But the doors were a locked and chained, and she was safely alone with her dildo.

She was still tasting cunt when she took the thing out of her mouth. Though her slit and her clit were weeping for more of it, Ellen let their hot anticipation build as she drew her halter aside and eased out a shapely tit. Its nipple was beautifully turgid and crested and waiting. Its roseate color paled past the edges of that aureole, but still it suffused the plump tit in her hand with delicate pink. She had to force herself to go slowly with the blunt-pointed tip of the dildo as she moved it in narrowing concentric circles whose center was her thumb-tip-sized nipple.

"Do you like my tits?" she murmured. Tiny beads of perspiration were forming on Ellen's upper lip. "I wish you could suck on 'em, honey. That's something I like a lot. But if you can't suck my tits, you can fuck my cunt. You can fuck it forever, and baby, that's just what I want!"

Sudden, uncontrollable lust seized Ellen. She had teased herself for too long with the dildo. Having been away from sex for too long, she had misjudged how quickly she was getting herself hot, and now she knew it would take quite a lot to satisfy herself. And she wasn't going to quit till she was satisfied.

Almost in a panic now, she reached down with the dildo and tried to force it up in her fuckhole. It wouldn't fit! Two years of being a nice proper widow had shrunken her fuckhole to the point of almost being useless. Two more years of that kind of stupidity and her cunt would have closed up forever.

Lust mounted, raging all through her, as she gripped the dildo tightly and worked its smooth end deeper inside the portals of her very hot, very wet hole. It wasn't nearly as big as Lou's cock had been, and he'd forced that big muscle in her on their wedding night, when they'd both been kids. The pain she felt now so vividly reminded her of that fantastic night that her lusts surged higher still.

"Oh, God!" she cried, as a mixture of beautiful pain and galvanic pleasure entered her body along with the dildo.

"Oh-h-h-hh, fuck me! I need to be fucked so bad!" Ellen loudly cried, suddenly thrashing and churning on the long red couch with the dildo deep in her cunt.

"Fuck me forever! I need it! I love it!" she said. "All the time!"

Ellen was coming right up to an orgasm. The utterly unique feeling she had almost forgotten was now building and building in her hot, sweating body as she gyrated on the couch, long hair flying about her, bared tits lolling about, hips pumping up in a reflex action to the man who wasn't there.

But the dildo was there, so deep in her cunt it felt like it was splitting her – wonderfully! – and she worked it around and around with her fist, stirring up her guts and her long dormant soul with the steadily buzzing device.

But it wasn't buzzing any more. She stopped long enough to twist the knob, with no results at all. She had waited top long to be denied any part of this cataclysmic reawakening, and so she angrily took the damned thing from her silently protesting cunt and shook it, and still it remained silent and dead.

"Fucking batteries!" she shrieked, and threw it across the room and against the wall. "They're dead! I can't rely on a man, I can't rely on a Goddamned thing!"

She rose to go after it, rage competing with an unholy lust that seethed through every part of her body. Her pouting cuntlips slithered against each other as she strode across the room. And each of her steps jarred up through her legs to her cunt and her clitoris, her whole body feeling like one big, throbbing cunt.

"I'd take on every man in the neighborhood right now! Goddamnit, I would!"

She knelt to retrieve the dildo and make the best of things with a pair of dead batteries. When she found she'd shattered the wonderful thing she collapsed on the carpet and cried. She rolled about sobbing, clutching hard at her aching cunt with both hands, knowing it would be weeks before the mailman would come with another package for her.

"God damn it! I need to be fucked!"

Ellen shouted, and then fell very silent as she heard her door chimes ring. She was muttering to herself as she got up and hid the broken dildo and her discarded panties under the couch, and as she carried her shorts toward her front door.

"Maybe it's the mailman. If it is, I'll fuck him, I don't care. Man or woman, girl or boy, I'll swear I'll fuck whoever it is at that door. No, damnit! Fucking a man means involvement, and I'm just not ready for that. And with a woman, it'd probably be worse. I'll see if I can call and rush order a new dildo. I'll use my damned fingers till it…"

Ellen paused in donning her shorts, for there through the peephole in her door she could see the anxious face of her nephew, Jim, the son of her older brother, Ray, who was divorced. Jim was a healthy, handsome, horny boy who had often looked at his Aunt Ellen – and his cousin Carole – in a furtively lustful way. That boy was safe. Just half Ellen's age, and her nephew, there was no way in the world she could get emotionally involved with him. Ellen was smiling and licking her plump underlip as she slithered her shorts on up her warmly tingling thighs, as she wriggled her shapely hips and worked the single layer of cloth over her hotly squirming asscheeks. She was sure he was an innocent. She could get him to do almost anything, and he'd be soared to death to breathe a word of it. Her cunt was so swollen and hot she could hardly close the zipper that ran up the front of her shorts. She covered her bared tit, then quickly retied her halter so it showed more of both of her creamy white mounds. Her hands were shaking as they smoothed over her very tight shorts, shorts which clasped against her cunt and clung to her ass like a sucking mouth. She saw that Jim had a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he turned to ring her chimes again, and if he was as eager to see her as that, she was more than ready to welcome him.

Jim couldn't keep from staring every time he saw his Aunt Ellen, and this time was no exception. She stood framed in the doorway, just the same height as he was, beaming a ruby-lipped smile at him, blue eyes flashing brightly, and so much of her fabulous figure to be seen that Jim's cock started throbbing to life.

The deep cleavage between her tits was there to be seen, and her tits bulged her halter top full. Her waist was all naked and slender and velvety-soft looking, and there in the center of it was her belly button, a little miniature cunt. Her shorts were cut low on her tummy and rose high on her thighs, and they were tight. They clasped her smoothly curvaceous hips as if they were made of white rubber, and their crotch clearly outlined the bulge of her cunt. Her naked legs, smoothly shaven, flawless, satiny white, moved softly against each other as she stood with one dimpled knee bent forward and the toes of that foot wriggling against the toes of the other. She held out her arms to him in the friendliest manner she'd ever shown.

"Jim! How good to see you. And you've brought me flowers! How did you know what my weakness was?"

Ellen knew what his weakness was. It was right there in his tight, faded jeans. And his weakness was spreading out from there to all over his body.

"Daisies! At least a dozen of them!" she gushed, as she led him inside. "And you're going to get a nice, big thank you kiss for each and every one of them."

With the front door safely on its chain again, Ellen delivered her kisses. She kissed her nephew on the mouth and on each of his cheeks, she kissed his eyes and his ears and his chin and his throat. She held his face in her eager hands and smacked very warm kisses all over it, while she artfully wriggled her thinly clad tits and her naked flesh against him all she possibly could. She felt giddy and hot with refreshed desire when at last she stopped with her kissing, and he looked all flushed and feverish and just about to faint. And there in the front of his jeans – she had felt it, and now she saw it – his cock had the thin blue material all tented out. She took the flowers from his hand and sashayed off with them, quite confident that he'd follow.

His Aunt Ellen's butts were winking and squirming and beckoning, and Jim dazedly followed behind them. Her shorts were so brief he could see quite a let of bare ass underneath them, and he wanted to get down on his knees and crawl up real close behind her and see even more. He wanted to stick his nose up between those squirming asscheeks and breathe very deeply, for there was a sweet, feminine animal perfume to her kisses that made him want to smell even more of her. He adjusted his rigidly hard cock in his pants as he followed her into her kitchen, although touching his cock hi any way at all had suddenly become a very dangerous thing to do.

Now that her mind was made up, Ellen couldn't keep away from the handsome, blond-haired boy she was going to seduce. Going to? She was already well into it, and quite unashamedly getting deeper involved with it, stopping to give him more of her warmest kisses she put the daisies in a vase.

She took his hand in hers and dragged him back to her living room, where she put the flowers on the table in front of the couch. She stood with her arm about his waist, admiring them. She knew she had to go slowly with him or she might scare him away. But kisses were safe enough, they'd already been started between them, and they invariably led to better things.

She turned him to face her. She slung her arms about his neck and she thrust her pelvis against his, her hotly throbbing cunt against the base of his cock, and she said, "You got a nice kiss for each of the flowers, Jim. Now I'm going to give you another kiss for the whole bouquet." Her lips pursed and parted as they moved toward his wide-eyed, lipstick-smeared face.

Jim saw those fantastic red lips coming, with the pearly white teeth with the flashing pink tongue in between them. He had kissed a few girls, but never a woman, and certainly never a woman as sexy and beautiful as his aunt. But he wasn't kissing her, she was kissing him, and she knew how to kiss, all right.

He felt the kiss right down to his toes, felt her soft, strong arms tighten about his neck, felt her big, soft tits push insistently against his chest, felt her belly against his and her naked thighs warm against his legs. And he felt the firm, very warm bulge of her cunt pushing, pushing up at the base of his cock, and now as he felt her slithery warm tongue snake into his mouth, Jim's cock gave a surge and started squirting inside his shorts.

"Nnngh!"

Jim tried to wrench away from the clinging embrace of his aunt. He knew people could die of embarrassment, and just then he wished that he would. Another great surge of hot jism rushed forcefully up from his balls, through his cock and onto his belly, and suddenly Jim had to cling to his aunt for support.

He writhed up against her, shivering and shaking, digging his fingers deeply into her back. Sandwiched very closely between them, his cock gushed another hot load, causing Jim to lose his head and reach down and grab his Aunt Ellen by the ass.

Ellen knew very well he was cumming, and she felt like she was cumming, too. She felt far more than she had with the stupid dildo, and this embrace was but the first of many more to come. She crushed him closer, stabbed him deeper with her tongue, and she thrust her cunt very hard against his jerking, throbbing, spurting cock and ground more of his jism up out of him.

Her nipples burned hard against Jim's chest. Her thrusting cunt made each heavy ejaculation painfully sweet. The balls of his fingers clawed their way up her sinuously writhing back and down to her firmly tensed asscheeks again, and still Jim kept on cumming. She would hate him for this, she would tell his father all about it, but just then Jim didn't care. He thrust back at her soft belly with his straining, squirting cock, and now he stabbed his tongue in her mouth to taste more of that funky sweet flavor that was helping so much in driving him out of his mind.

The insertion of Jim's stiff tongue in her mouth sent Ellen on to new ecstasies. It was stiff and immobile there, but she could feel it clear down in her cunt, right on the verge of overflowing with slippery wetness, and throbbing with life and vitality. She closed her lips on it and sucked. She sucked very gently, sliding her slick, pursed lips back and forth on it while she rubbed her belly against his fine, hard cock as its convulsive jerkings and spurtings slowed down to a tolerable level. As she slipped her mouth from his tongue, she kept a firm hold on his shoulders, because this was a boy who wasn't going to get away from her.

CHAPTER TWO

"Do you always cum in your pants when you kiss a girl, Jim?" Ellen asked, massaging the very warm nape of his neck, tracing the trembling line of his jaw with her finger.

"I… No girl ever kissed me like that before."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it," Jim stammered, all dizzy and steamy and feverish and terribly uncomfortable, but unable to move away from her.

"You know, I really ought to tell your father about what kind of a boy he's raising," she said, and let her nephew's face go white before smiling and going on. "But I won't. A boy your age deserves to have some secrets. As long as those secrets are between him and his favorite aunt. Did you cum all the way, Jim? Did it all come out?"

Ellen slid her hand down his heaving chest, over his belly and on to his cock. It was sticking straight up in his pants, and the front of his pants was quite damp as Ellen rubbed his cock and thrilled at the size of it, reached down and fondled his balls, and rhythmically rubbed his cock some more.

He couldn't answer her question. He could only grin and look down at the hand smoothly stroking his cock, and at the big pair of tits nestled up against him.

"Skinny, you've got me all weak in the knees. Let's sit down. And let's get you out of thou messy shorts."

With her hand on his cock, Jim would have followed his Aunt Ellen anywhere. She led him to the couch, sat him down, and poke to him in a smoothly authoritative way as she opened bit belt and his fly.

"Relax, Jim. There's nothing to be afraid of with me. I've seen cocks before, and I've even seen yours when you were little. But my oh my, how you've grown!" Ellen gripped his cock through the sodden front of his jockeys, and smiled slyly at him.

Jim's cock was still hard. Ellen had done her best to keep it that way. And Jim was till stunned by all that had happened to him in the five or ten minutes he'd been at his aunt's house. And now he was stunned, and embarrassed again, when his aunt pulled out the wet elastic waistband of his shorts and drew it down to expose his stiff cock, all wet with his jism.

"Oh, that's nice!" she said, and she meant it.

It had been far too long since Ellen had seen a cock of any size at all. She could barely keep tier cool outward composure under control as she touched it, thrilled at its satiny warmth. She beard him gasp as she drew down his tight foreskin, making the rosy red head of his cock pop into view. It was all glistening wet with his jism, but the shaft of his cock was as hard as could be as Ellen curled her fingers around it and gave it a loving squeeze.

"What's wrong, Jim? Does it bother you to have me play with your cock?"

"I'm sorry, I… Nobody ever touched me like that before. I just can't sit still. And to sit here and watch you doing it… it's so weird."

"It's supposed to bother you, Jim. It bothers me, too, in a very nice way. But here, let's get your pants down and clean you up a bit. First I'll help you off with your shoes."

He smelled tremendously boyish and sexy. His scents almost knocked Ellen out as she leaned down and stripped off his shoes and socks, and again as she helped him down with his pants and shorts. Helped him? She did it all, for by then he was so flustered and hot and confused he couldn't have helped her if he'd tried.

He was bare from the waist down now, and so there was no chance for him to get up and run off, no matter what she might do to him. And she wanted to do it all, all at once. But for now she kept snuggling up against him, teasing him unmercifully – and teasing herself as well – as she wiped the excess jism from his belly with his shorts and then tossed his sodden shorts aside.

Their breathing was heavy. His balls were right there in a tight sac between his lightly haired thighs. His fragrance was still very warm and sweet, and now as Ellen leaned down over his lap to breathe it in again, his lovely pink cock loomed so beautifully close to her face that she kept right on going till she had it in her mouth.

He gasped out a protest. She gripped his lean cockshaft more tightly, sucked on him very hard, salivating wildly at the taste of his fresh, young jism, at the almost forgotten feeling of cock, real cock in her mouth.

"Aunt Ellen! Uh! That hurts!"

She held him tighter, sucked him harder, easily able to ignore any protests he might make in her burning, lustful need to have a good, full taste of cock. He was churning his hips on the couch and weakly pushing at her. She was just short of biting his cock in her need to keep it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue all around it, lapping up any traces of jism she might find, and feeling the knob of his cock swell up to the point of bursting. Its ruddy red skin was so taut that it shined when at last she took her panting mouth from it, and indeed, it had swelled up even more from her heavy sucking on it.

"I hurt you?" she purred.

"I guess I'm not used to it. It was great, but it sort of hurt. I think I better go, Aunt Ellen. Those flowers, I got a job selling 'em, door to door. I gotta get dressed and go sell 'em."

"Oh? You brought them here to sell them to me? They weren't a present?" she said, and smoothly moved over him till she was on her knees, astraddle his lap.

His eyes were glazed over, and his face was almost as red as the knob of his cock as he said, "For you, they're a present. But I gotta get dressed and go sell the rest if I'm going to keep my job. Hey? What're you doing?"

"Taking off your tee shirt. Making you naked. A handsome boy like you shouldn't have any clothes on at all for the present I'm going to give him."

"P-present?" he said, hair all tousled now, and looking more beautifully boyish than ever.

Ellen reached down and got her hand on that lovely young cock again. She was up on her knees over his lap, in the perfect position for her to guide the very swollen knob of his cock into the hallow of her groins. She grinned at him as she softly rubbed his cockhead in the hollows formed by her groin and the tautly stretched crotchband of her shorts, and he stared at her, both frightened and fascinated.

"Do you want to fuck me, Jim? Do you want to fuck your ugly old auntie?"

"You're sure not ugly. And you're sure not old. Aunt Ellen, you're the most beautiful woman in the world and I guess I'd do anything to… to fuck you. But I don't know how! I don't even know how to begin!"

"Don't you suppose I know how? Don't you suppose I could show you? And wouldn't that be a nice present for you to have? I'll tell you the first thing to do to fuck me, Jim. Undress me. Take off my shorts."

He stared at her in astonishment. She smiled and nodded and went on rubbing the head of his cock. His fumbling fingers had trouble with the tab of her zipper, for her shorts were stretched tight by her widely parted thighs. Ellen exerted a marvelous patience in waiting for that tab to come down. It helped to pretend that his cock was some six inches longer, and already in her very wet, very hot cunt, slowly stirring up her guts as she slowly gyrated her ass over his lap. And it helped in her waiting to use her free hand on her tits, squeezing and fondling them in the most sensuous of manners, reaching inside her halter to pull her nipples to sharper points while her nephew gaped in awe at her licentious behavior.

Her very smooth white belly and the uppermost borders of her raven black cunt hair showed when at last he'd worked the zipper tab down. By then her cunt had overflowed with its rich, slick moisture and soaked the crotchband of her shorts. Still she rubbed his cockhead against that and against her far softer groins, taking perverse pleasure in his wincing each time she rasped the sensitive flesh of his cock against the hem of her shorts.

"Does this hurt you, too, Jim?"

"I don't know. I… I don't know if it hurts or feels good."

"What an odd thing to say," she said with a smile, and leaving the head of his cock neatly tucked in the very warm void between her crotchband and her groin, she reached for his nipples.

They were as hard as a pair of beebees. She rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers, slowly increasing the pressure, as she said, "Most sex feels nothing but good. But once in a while there's a little pain involved. Are you ready to stand a little pain in exchange for all the good times you could have with me?"

She increased the pressure of her fingers to a point where he was starting to wince as she leaned forward, open-mouthed. As she gave him a kiss that put that first pants-creamer to shame, she dug her fingernails into the points of his nipples and very sensuously moved her groin on the head of his cock. Easing up with her fingers, leaning back, she said, "Well?"

"Anything! I'd do anything to fuck you, Aunt Ellen, even if it hurt!"

"Any man would. It's all part of having fun," Ellen said, running her fingers up through her glossy black hair, and then leaning forward again with her smooth-shaven armpit all exposed, and guiding his face till he was there. The hot, lovely tickling she felt in her armpit was only a hint of the pleasures she'd know with this horny boy as she brought him along. And the look on his face when Ellen backed off told her very clearly indeed he'd do absolutely anything she asked of him.

She got up from over his lap and stood before him, and there she shimmied her hips and pushed down on her shorts till much of her black-haired aunt was showing through the open vet of her zipper.

"Now you take them down the rest of the way," she said. "Get down on your knees to do it."

As if in a dream, Jim did as he was told. There on his knees, with his stiff cock poking out and up at his aunt, he got his hot hands on real woman flesh, very smooth and warm and soft, and in constant soft motion as she sinuously moved before him.

Her aunt was just a big triangle of fine black hair. He longed to crouch down and get a look at it, but knew he couldn't do that unless he was told to. Her scent was very strong, and grew stronger as he eased her wet-crotched shorts down her ultra smooth legs. It was a disgusting scent, in a way, and yet he found himself breathing in all he could of it. Crouched down low, working the shorts off over her dainty pink feet, he stole a look upward and then had to gape at the thick pink lips peeping out from the smooth thatch of hair.

"Like what you see, Jim? That's where your pretty cock will be, very soon," Ellen said, rubbing her fingers over her sopping wet cuntlips, and finding more pleasure now than she had with the silly dildo. "Answer me, dear."

"I… I like it, I guess," Jim said.

"Then give me a nice kiss on my cunt, like a good boy."

"K-Kiss you there?"

"Yes. Right here. On my cunt," Ellen said and, placing the ball of her forefinger right on her clitoris, she pressed it hard with a sultry smile on her face as the thrills coursed deep through her body. "One nice kiss, pretty Jim, and then you can fuck me all you want."

Jim swallowed hard, lifted his face and rose up close to that very strong scent of sex. He'd heard of guys who ate cunt, and he knew he could never do that – though he didn't know exactly what it was. But he could kiss her there once if it meant learning how to fuck.

Her finger left its place between her plump, wet cuntlips. She turned about and beckoned to him, and now, as Jim quickly bobbed his face up to peck one fast kiss on her cunt, she uttered a cry of delight and grabbed him by the hair of his head.

"Oh, baby, yes? Oh, honey, kiss that hot cunt all over!" Ellen exclaimed.

Jim didn't have much choice in the matter. His beautiful naked aunt had two fistfuls of his hair and was holding his face up between her parted legs. She was moving his mouth and his nose all over wet, hairy cunt. He held his breath so he didn't have to smell it. He put his hands on her thighs to try to push off from her. But then when he felt her thighs so soft and warm and velvety in his hands, those hands slipped around her and he pulled her closer, kissing her fat wet cuntlips and breathing deeply of her wonderful womanly scent.

"Yes, Jim, that's it! Kiss it and love it up good, angel boy! It's so good! It's so fucking good!"

His nose and his lips were sliding all over her puffy wet cuntlips. He was stroking her hips and kissing up in the warm, hairy hollows of her groin. He was very clumsy and unsure about what he was doing, but that made it no less thrilling for his sex-starved aunt. Her tits were heaving against her thin halter with her breathing. She was grinning triumphantly down at the innocent, naked boy who crouched at her feet like a mast willing slave, panting and kissing her cuntflesh as if it was the most beautiful flesh in the world. The things she could get this bay to do, the pleasure she could find from him were absolutely limitless. He continued to kiss her cunt when she loosened her fingers in his hair.

"You really like kissing cunt, don't you? That makes you a very special kind of man. I'm going to teach you how to kiss cunt really good, pretty Jim. I'm going to give you all the cunt any boy could ever want. And that's not all you're going to get, if you're good," she said, and eased her cunt back from his hot young face.

His eyes were glazed and his mouth hung open, but his gaze never left her body as she made a slow turn there before him. She swung her hip out in a saucy manner and bumped it against his face, and said, "Give me more kisses, baby." He grabbed her and covered her flank from her waist to her knee with his kisses, and she grinned and rubbed her cunt.

Further she turned, presenting her beautiful ass to him, shaking it in his face, saying, "I want lots of kisses on my hot old bottom." He kissed her there ardently, passionately, quite out of his head with lust for more and still more of his aunt's perfectly round, back-thrusting globes of velvety white. Ellen bent at the waist and gave him more, gloating at her good fortune in finding him, hovering right on the edge of orgasm as she felt him burrow his face up deep in the soft, hairy crack of her crotch. She felt like the sexiest, most beautiful woman in creation when she turned to face him again, and she couldn't keep her fingers off her cunt.

Still on his knees, Jim turned to follow his aunt's every move. His fine young cock was straining up hard from his naked loins as she sat on the edge of the couch cushions. She leaned back against the arm rest and placed one foot up on the couch, and Jim knew he'd never forget seeing his aunt just like that, with her beautiful black-haired cunt all pink-lipped and open and waiting, and with the dirtiest sort of a smile on her gorgeous face.

"Come on and fuck me, baby. Come on and stick that big, hard cock of yours in my red hot cunt. Come on, honey boy, what are you waiting for?"

CHAPTER THREE

Up on his knees, Jim came forward with his stiff cock waggling back and forth before the open and waiting cunt of his aunt. She was rubbing that juicy wet slit with three fingers, but now as he neared her she reached out and grabbed his cock and rubbed her cunt with that. Though he'd just had his hot mouth up against it, he was no less amazed at how slippery and soft and slick and hot it felt as she sat there grinning and rubbing the swollen knob of his cock against it.

"Right there," she said, smiling, and positioning his aching cock knob down low in her richly pink split. "Just give it a little shove, pretty Jim."

She gasped out quite loudly when Jim pushed forward with his hips, and so did he, for the head of his cock had popped right in through the tight portals of her cunt, and was now being closely clasped by the warmest flesh in the world. He wanted to push it in all the way, but he was afraid he was hurting her because she was breathing so fast now, and now she was holding him back with a hand on his chest.

"Oh, my God!" Ellen exclaimed, caught and held hard by a shuddering, shivering orgasm that might last forever. "Your cock sticking into my cunt – it's just beautiful! It feels so fucking good in there I can hardly stand it! Do you want to fuck me all the way, Jim? Do you want to shove your cock all the way in my red hot cunt?"

"Yes! Aunt Ellen, please let me fuck you! Please let me shove my cock in your beautiful cunt!"

She could hardly speak with her panting, with her raging lust to completely consume this tender young morsel of naked boyhood. "Do you promise to love me up every time you see me? Do you promise to get down on your knees and kiss my cunt and my nasty old ass every time I snap my fingers?"

"Yes! I promise! Always, Aunt Ellen! I love to kiss your cunt, and your ass is the most beautiful ass in the whole wide world!"

"Then, shove it in me, Jim! Fuck me, and fuck me good!"

She screamed when he shoved it in her. She seemed to go mad, and although that scared him, it made him go crazy, too. He was shoving as hard as he could with his cock, straining to push the hot knob of it right up inside her brain. Deep in her cunt, he could feel that his foreskin had peeled all the way back from his cockhead, and still he strained and pushed harder, grinding his brown hair hard against her black-haired cunt. She was pushing back, and grasping at the back and the arm of the couch. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were shut and she was whipping her head and shoulders from side to side, making her raven tresses fly about her head. Now he felt her cunt close down on his cock and squeeze it very hard, as if wringing it out, but actually injecting it and him with enormous pleasures. She held very still while her cunt squeezed his cock, and then all at once she uttered an explosive little cry and relaxed. The tight nose left her face. A languid smile appeared on her ruby lips, and she opened her eyes and looked at him very warmly.

"I had a nice little cum. That makes us even. Do you think you're going to like fucking, Jim?"

"Yes! I do already."

She lazily drew back her hips and eased them forward, and smiled at the way the slick friction made him gasp. She moved her hips, lazily and slowly, as she said, "Do you like to play with girls' tits, Jim? I see you looking at my tits all the time."

He nodded, staring at all he could see of them, and that was quite a lot but not enough. "Could I play with your tits just a little?"

"Well see," said his aunt, and kept her sly grin and her smooth hips working while she slowly and carefully untied the knot of her halter.

She could feel his hands twitching on her thighs as she began playing with her tits. He was gaping and panting while she squeezed and fondled the soft, heavy globes, and he was licking his lips and squirming his bone-hard cock in her cunt while she expertly pulled her stiff nipples to finer points.

"Let me see your tongue, Jim," she said.

He stuck it right out, still watching with avid interest as she lifted her tits and lolled them about in her slender white hands.

"Do you know where I want that tongue?"

As she asked the question, she shoved both her big pink nipples and aureoles out through the openings between her thumbs and, forefingers, and Jim pointed at each of her nipples, now looking close to bursting.

Ellen shook her head. "I want to feel it right here," she said, and let go of one of her tits and placed her forefinger between their loins, right on her clitoris.

"Right here on a woman's love bump, that's where a boy's tongue feels the best. Take your cock out of my cunt now, angel boy, and tickle my clitoris with your tongue."

It might have been the most difficult thing he'd ever had to do, taking his cock out of that wonderful warm part of his Aunt Ellen's body, but Jim did it. His cock felt cold and alone, and he felt extremely strange, bending down between his aunt's parted legs like that, with his tongue sticking out like a dog's. She spread out her cuntlips for him. She pointed at the little finger of flesh there with her finger. Jim's lower jaw was trembling badly as he leaned forward and touched that finger of flesh with the tip of his tongue, as he got a real taste of cunt and was hoping it wouldn't make him cream all over the carpet.

Ellen stroked her nephew's hair, enjoying, and saying, "Tickle all around it with your tongue. I'm going to make a real cunt-hound out of you. You're making me feel really good, Jim, and I'll make you feel good, too. Move your hot mouth up on me now. Ooo, that's so good. Back and forth across my tummy. That's right. I'll teach you how to give me a tongue bath. Down deep in my belly button, honey boy. I can feel that clear down to my toes. Up higher now, darling. Back and forth, side to side, come up and wash my tits with your tongue. All around my nipples, darling, first this one, then the other. And now you can suck on them, Jim, very sweetly and gently, while you slip your hard cock back inside my cunt."

It was like sucking on a warm, velvet-covered marble, with that big sexy tit behind it. Jim sucked and licked her nipples as she'd told him, softly and gently, while the heavings of his aunt's chest kept thrusting her tits against his face. He got his hands on some naked tit, too, though he couldn't get all he wanted of this and still guide his wet cock back in the tight, hot hole between her legs.

She wasn't helping him now. She was laying back against the arm rest, grinning and softly writhing her beautiful body, and running her hands through his hair while he sucked on her tits. Down below, Jim was shoving and probing with his cock, encountering tantalizingly sweet, soft cunt flesh, but unable to find her hole. He had an awful fear that he'd do the wrong thing, that he'd make a mistake and shove his cock up her asshole and thus ruin everything between them. But then it was suddenly in her, all the way. The full length of his naked cock was being sucked and tingled all over by the very live cunt of his aunt, and she was starting to go crazy again.

Jim didn't know what there was about it, but he loved to see her this way. He'd never even known women could cum before, but now that he'd seen it happen once, he wanted to see it again and again.

"Fuck me, baby! In and out and do it good and fast and hard," said Ellen, throwing her hips up against his loins time after time in rapid succession, digging her nails in his back and thrashing about so that he couldn't keep hold of her nipples with his mouth.

That didn't seem to matter so much to her now. All she cared about flaw was the cock plunging up in her cunt, and so Jim pushed himself back from her jouncing tits and reached up and got both his hands full of them.

"Oh-h-h, my God!" Ellen cried, and her cunt squeezed down on Jim's cock again, and her body arched upward and shuddered all over. An enormous feeling of power swept over Jim, and he kept right on pistoning his cock in her cunt and squeezing her tits very hard as she cried out, "Again! Again! Again!"

He felt like laughing at all of her crazy contortions. He knew if he felt at all like doing it, he could take his cock from her cunt and shove it up her ass and she'd keep right on going crazy. His fingers dug deeper into her tits, and she screamed, but she didn't stop going crazy at all. Far from it, her contortions grew even wilder. Her legs went around his flying hips, her heels dug into his asscheeks, and now as his balls slapped harder against her wet crotch, Jim felt the same sort of craziness sweeping over him.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "All the way! Do it now!"

Jim was fucking insanely, completely out of control, driving his cock into her so hard and so fast that the friction was building up even more heat. He had cum before, but never at all like this, and his jism hadn't even started to spurt up from his balls yet.

When it came, it was like molten fire, the purest sort of ecstasy coursing all through his naked body. If he thought his aunt was beautiful and sexy before, now he saw her as she really was, the most wonderfully wanton woman that ever was, perfectly gorgeous and special in every way. Jim had to hold onto her quickly thrusting hips as the ecstasies threatened to rob him of all his coordination but even so, in their wildly climactic thrashings, his cock slipped out of her cunt and spurted a long white streamer of jism up over her belly and onto her tits.

"God damn it!" she snapped, and with one quick grab for it, had it back in the hole it was made for, and Jim was fucking away again, though the wonderful climax had peaked and passed and there was now a long track of jism reaching up from the black hair of her cunt to the pink of her bobbing nipple.

Her legs locked around his hips. She grunted and gritted her teeth as she pulled him inside her with frightening force, and then, just as quickly as before, she relaxed with a smile and lay back on the couch, quite serene and contented, uncoiling her legs from around Jim's back.

She looked down at herself as she ran her hand over her belly, spreading his jism there, and looked up at Jim again to say, "Yes, you've still got quite a lot to learn about fucking. You're lucky to have someone like me to teach you. What a mess you've made of me. Run to the bathroom, Jim, and bring me a nice warm washcloth."

It was terrible taking his cock out of her cunt. He felt very exposed and very embarrassed for not having done it all right. As he hurried off into the bathroom, he wondered if all the wild pleasures had been worth the embarrassment. Returning with the washcloth, seeing the smirk on the face of his aunt, he was very sorry he'd stopped by to sell her the flowers that day. He was even more sorry about the whole thing when she made him get down on his knees and clean up the jism from her belly and tits and from her black haired cunt.

"You'd better get dressed and go now, Jim," she said. "You can come by tomorrow and we'll have some more fin, you and me. I'll teach you some more about fucking and sucking, but right now you'd better kiss me goodbye and go."

Jim just wanted to get up and go, but he had to kiss her goodbye. Four times. Once on her lipsticked lips, once on each of her nipples, and once again down between her legs. He couldn't understand how she could sit there all smiling and naked while he quickly got dressed and left, but he knew very well he'd never go back to her house again unless he was with his father.

Jim knew he'd done something terribly wrong with his aunt. There were times when he pretended to himself that it had never happened, and there were other times he had to drop what he was doing and rush off to the bathroom and jack himself off while he relived every moment of it. Every female he saw now he looked at in a different way, wanting to tell each one of them he knew how to fuck them and make them feel good, if they'd only let him. And every time the phone rang, he was sure it was his Aunt Ellen, calling to tell his father everything Jim had done and have him sent away to a home for bad boys.

On Saturday morning when he was lugging a big basket of flowers from door to door, he turned at the sound of a honking horn and saw his Aunt Ellen smiling at him from behind the wheel of her car. He was blushing and getting wet in the armpits as he walked toward her. She leaned over and opened the passenger's door, smiling her friendly smile, and looking very ladylike in a conservative brown dress and high heels.

"Hi, Jim. How's business?"

"Okay. I, uh, sold a couple bouquets already," he replied, amazed at how she behaved as if nothing had happened between them.

"Well, I want to buy the rest. Put them in the back seat and come home with me and help them arrange them. I'm having a women's club meeting and I want my house to look very nice."

He reluctantly did as she told him, got in beside her, and tried not to look sidelong at all the fantastic curves that were scarcely concealed by her dress. He hoped none of his friends would see him driving around in a car with an older woman, and he kept his hands folded closely over his lap for fear his already tingling cock would get all big and stiff so she'd see it.

She chatted away about nothing at all, and then about halfway to her house, she pulled up and parked the car on a very quiet neighborhood street. She turned to face him, put her arm up on the back of the seat, and leaned forward so the deep vee of her bodice opened up and showed the creamy white swells of her tits.

"I've missed you, Jim," she said. "Why didn't you came back to see me?"

"I dunno. I… got busy, averting the gaze of her warm, sultry eyes, and trying not to look at her ruby red lips."

"I thought my heart would break when you didn't come. And now when we're finally together again, you sit so far away from me I practically have to shout. In fact, my heart may have broken. Do you know how to see if you've broken a girl's heart, Jim? You just reach over and feel for it," she mid, and taking his hand in hers, she led it up to her left breast, very warm and round and soft, and so thinly covered with her dress that he could clearly feel the contours of her nipple.

His hand stayed right there, moving, caressing, and she took her hand from it and placed it an his knee.

"Why didn't you come see me like you promised?" she asked him.

"I guess I was scared. I don't know. Aunt Ellen, I love you so!"

She laughed and said, "You love sex, you love fucking, and you just love to play with my tits. I'd like it even better if you'd slip your hand inside my dress. Go ahead, darling. No one can see us. And come closer. Oh, yes! Isn't that nice? Did you think about playing with my tits when you were afraid to come see me? I did. I dreamed about your kissing them and sucking on them. You don't know how much I missed you, darling."

"What's this you've got in your pants, Jim? No, don't try to cover it up. Mmm, it's so big and hard! It's so hot and hard! Does it itch? I've got a real bad itch down between my legs. My cunt feels like it's on fire. I can't hold my bottom still, and my panties are getting all wet. I'm going to have to go home and change them. Do you want to go with me, Jim? Do you want to come to my house and play with me?"

She wouldn't let him answer. She kissed him on the mouth and he was compelled to kiss her back, and they sat on the quiet street, panting and tangling tongues and feeling each other all over until Jim was quite beside himself with hot excitement.

Ellen pushed him back and looked around. She quickly opened his pants and took out his cock, then bent over his lap and took it inside her warm, sucking mouth. She slid her mouth up and down on it several times while he panted and writhed on the car seat, quite helpless with raging desire. She rose up and kissed him all over his face and all around his mouth and inside it with her tongue. Then she looked around again and lifted her skirt.

She parted her legs, extremely white against the bulging black satin of the crotchband of her panties. Her scent was so fantastically alluring that Jim had to get more of it, and when his slack and panting mouth was a foot above the stark black and velvet white of her open crotch, Ellen helped him along by placing her hand on the back of his head.

He breathed in all he could of her perfume, kissed as much of her crotch as he could reach, and she warmly massaged the nape of his neck and said, "Yes, baby, that's right. I missed you a lot. Now let's go to my house and make up for the fucking and sucking we've been missing."

CHAPTER FOUR

Jim's cock was sticking up out of his open fly as his smiling aunt drove him on to her house. It was all he could do to keep from jacking off and squirting jism all over the car, because her skirt was up to her hips, and her dark nylons and the black elastic straps holding them up made her look even sexier, if that could be possible.

She parked the car in her driveway and got out, bent over so he could look right down the front of her dress, and said, "Well? Aren't you coming inside?"

She turned and walked to her door, and Jim followed after her swinging hips and swishing skirt, scurrying along, bent over, trying to hide his stiff cock. He was panting again when she closed and chained the door behind him.

"Now take off your clothes. Every stitch," she said.

He did as he was told, presenting himself to her naked and flushed and hot all over his body, with his cock straining up at her.

She lifted her hand before his face and snapped her fingers. He blinked back at her and she snapped them again, and said, "Have you forgotten your promise already?"

"Right here?" Jim said.

"Right here," she replied, and lifted her skirt and held it up over her hips.

Jim dropped down on his knees and started kissing her cunt, her gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, hot-smelling cunt that had her tight black panties all bulging with wickedly wonderful goodness.

"You silly boy," she said. "Take off my panties and do it right."

The crotchband of her panties was so wet it stuck to her cunt. Jim was so excited he almost tore her nylons in pulling her panties down and off over her high-heeled shoes. But then he had her cunt all naked and bare as it should be, and he was holding her fast by her hips as he kissed those beautiful vertical lips and licked up and down in the slippery wetness between them with his stiffly out-thrust tongue. He thrilled when her fingers tightened their hold in his hair, for he knew he was making her cum just a little, and he burrowed his mouth for all he could get of her cunt as she sighed and relaxed.

She took a step back, and as his hands trailed from her hips, he said, "You want I should… kiss your ass now, too?"

"I want you to unzip my dress," she said, and her skirt brushed across his chest as she spun around.

He stayed there on his knees to unzip it, watching more and more of her flawless white back appear through the widening, deepening vee. When the zipper tab was down as far as it would go, she shrugged the dress off each of her shoulders, and then started saucily walking away from him, saying. "Come along now, Jim."

Each step she took made the dress fall down a little lower. By the time she was in her bedroom, she was stepping out of it and clad only in her high heels and hose and garter belt.

She turned to her nephew and gave him a massive kiss, deeply probing with her tongue, crushing him up against her till her tits were mashed flat, and grinding her hip against his hard cock. Her lips and her breath were brushing against his lips when she drew back to speak to him.

"Why didn't you come see me? Where were you, out fucking every other girl in town, sucking their tits and licking out all the little housewives' cunts? Is that the thanks I get for teaching you how to fuck?"

"N-No! I… Aunt Ellen, I was scared!"

"Scared of having a good time? You are a silly boy. But now that you're here, you are going to have a good time, like it or not." She snapped her fingers before his face again, and Jim grabbed her hand and kissed it before falling down on his knees.

Ellen turned her back on him and bent at the waist. She waggled the velvety white globes of her buttocks before him and he grabbed her hips and started covering them with hot kisses. They were all soft and jiggly against his face, but still very firm and smooth, and Jim kissed her back there from the tops of her hose to the bottom of her tight black garter belt.

"Mm, that feels nice," Ellen purred, and bent over farther, spread her feet wider on the carpet, and reached back behind her and parted the cheeks of her ass.

He could clearly see her asshole, and for the life of him, he couldn't see anything dirty about it at all. It was nothing more than another mysterious hole, an intriguingly puckered pink eye in the deep, wide crack of her ass. He came forward with his tongue stuck out, licking and lapping up and down through that crack, thrilling at each smallest movement of the hips that he held in his hands, and those hips were moving a lot.

"Honey, that really does feel nice!" Ellen said, and Jim smacked another kiss directly against her asshole, then stuck out his tongue and swirled its tip all around and inside it. He felt one of her tremors shudder through her body before she straightened up and turned around and thrust her cunt up for more of his kisses.

"Suck it, baby. Oh, God damn, have you ever got me hot! Right on nay love bump, baby! Right on my clitoris! Oh! Oh, fuck! Suck it and lick it! Yes, you adorable cunt-hound, that's just what I love!"

Ellen parted her legs and bent her knees, lowering her cunt over Jim's upturned face and flashing tongue. She was thrusting her hips forward and back, and he was underneath her by then and slashing his tongue in every direction through her wide open crotch. She was wailing and moaning in her ecstasies and he was tirelessly licking her cunt.

"I'll sit on your face, you fucking cunt-hound!" she said. "Maybe you'll get enough of my cunt then!"

Jim kept eating his aunt's cunt while she turned around, throwing one nyloned leg over him to do so, and still he kept licking and kissing and sucking as she squatted down over his face. Soon his shoulders were on the carpet and much of her weight was wriggling about on his face while he kneaded her hips with both hands and burrowed his mouth into succulent cuntflesh.

Her nephew's cock was right there before her, stiff as could be and proudly upright. Ellen had only teased herself with the taste of it she'd had in her car. Now she was ready to devour it and him completely. Heavy orgasms were churning through her body, ripping through it like bolts of lightning as she leaned forward licking her lips and squeezing her naked tits. Just the smell of this naked boy was enough to send a new orgasm crashing through her, and now with her tits on his belly, she made a frame of her hands around the hairy base of his cock and took it inside her mouth.

Jim was prepared to accept the pain that had gone with his first blow job, but this was nothing but pleasure. And enormous pleasure it was, as his aunt slid her soft, warm lips up and down the length of his steely hard cock, constantly sucking and licking, from the time the tip of his cock was between her lips until it was deep in the back of her throat. Almost overcome with emotions, she took her mouth from his cock and laid hot kisses all over his balls, sucking them, taking them into her mouth, then returning her mouth to his cock to taste it again.

It was already all wet with her saliva and with his preseminal oozings and that only made Ellen want more. She circled his cockshaft with her hand and began rapidly beating him off while she sucked on the knob of his cock, swirling her tongue all about it and forcing him on to an orgasm.

"Rrrgh!"

She could feel his exclamation of gut pleasure through her cunt more than she could hear it, and she could feel it all through her body. He was suddenly bucking and thrashing under her, arching upward with his fine young naked body, while torrents of fresh young jism erupted from out of his cock.

She sucked it and swallowed it up just as fast as it came, then took her mouth from his cock to pant for more breath and to watch the pearly white jism spurt up against her face. It kissed her nose and her lips and she licked the sweet stuff off her lips before returning to suck on his cock. Its shaft was jerking and throbbing in her hand. Its knob was swelling up with each of his hot ejaculations. His body kept arching up under her in his frenzied ecstasies, and all through it he kept faithfully eating her cunt. Ellen was more inspired than exhausted when she'd sucked his cock dry and his naked body was lying limp under hers.

Ellen sat up beside him and looked at him while she caught her breath, he looked unconscious, sprawled out on her deep red rug and still breathing fast. His cock was still up, but that was slowly deflating now, and still he was absolutely beautiful. She hadn't quite consumed him completely with her cocksucking, but she wasn't done with him yet.

Ellen kicked Jim and said, "Don't go to sleep on me."

"Huh?" He got up on one elbow. "I didn't know anybody could… I never knew I could cum so."

"You've got so much to learn." Ellen hadn't known he could cum that much. It had almost choked her, and even now it rifled her belly with a glowing, spreading warmth that was inure demanding than satisfying.

Jim lay on the floor looking up at his aunt. On this occasion, she still looked amazingly sexy and beautiful, even though he had just cum at hard that he knew he couldn't get another baton for days. And he knew he'd be back there whenever he could from then on, because he was totally, helplessly in love with her, even as old as she was.

"You'd better go out to the car and bring in those flowers before they wilt," said Ellen. "I'll pay you for them before you go. And there's a package in the glove box. Bring that in, too."

Jim quickly dressed and went to do as she told him. He felt everyone in the neighborhood was peering at him from their windows, and that each one of those neighbors knew exactly what he was doing with his wickedly wonderful aunt.

When he was through unloading her car, she said, "Now take off all your clothes again. You are not to wear anything at all whenever we're alone in this house. Is that clear?"

Jim said, "I thought all your women friends were coming over."

"I'll probably send you home before they get here. If some of them get here early, I'm sure they'll enjoy meeting you. Most of the women I know like to look at naked boys. Don't stand there staring at me like that. Take off those clothes and arrange the flowers around the room. You'll find vases in the kitchen. If you do it very nicely, I might let you meet every one of my friends in the bedroom. Some of my friends are extremely beautiful women. Some are not, but each one of them could show you a little more about eating cunt. Well? Take off your clothes and get busy!"

Jim flew into action. Ellen watched him as she reclined on the couch. She wasn't having any friends over. She wasn't about to share him with anyone. She just wanted to tease him and keep his adolescent brain filled with thoughts of sex, whether those thoughts were frightening or not. From the worried look on his face, he was certainly frightened. She let him stew while she rested on the couch, removing the facial massager she'd purchased that morning in a downtown porno shop and letting it lay in her lap. She was enjoying herself immensely, watching his cock and balls bob about as he moved from kitchen to living room, seeing his sweet virginal buttocks jiggle past her, and observing the expression of deep concern on his face.

Jim wondered how many friends his Aunt Ellen had. Some of them might be old and fat. Some of them might be young and stunningly beautiful. He might have to kiss the cunts of every one of them. They'd have to force him to do it. They'd have to take turns holding him down while each of them took her turn sitting down on his face. At least that was how it would start out. But he was a cunt-hound, he loved to eat cunt, and before very long he'd be up on his knees and eagerly waiting to see the next one through the door. He had to get out of there. He didn't want to be turned into a complete, helpless cunt addict. But how could he think of leaving when his Aunt Ellen, the woman he loved, was sitting there so beautiful so nearly naked? He almost wished she hadn't sucked him off so well, because if he could get a hardon now, she might let him fuck her again.

It felt entirely weird to be naked in front of his aunt, even though she was all but ignoring him. It would be a thousand times worse in front of all those women he didn't even know. Jim went as fast as he could, placing vases of flowers every place in the room, then anxiously turned to his aunt and asked if he could leave and come back the next day.

"You may go soon enough. First bring me my hairbrush and the jar of cold cream from my vanity table."

Jim hurried to do her bidding. He stood before her, anxiously looking at his clothing strewn about by the door while she brushed out her glossy black hair. And he looked at her big, naked tits rising and falling with the movements of her arm.

When she was done with her hair, Ellen pointed at her lap and said, "Lie down here now."

"What for?"

"To get your spanking for not coming over or even calling as you should have. Lie down."

"Aunt Ellen! Not even my dad spanks me."

"And I've never spanked my daughter, Carole, and if I had, she probably wouldn't have run off with that ridiculous magazine subscription company like she did. Lie down and get what's coming to you!" she said, and reached out and grabbed his wrist and yanked him down across hex lap.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Splat! The sound of the back of the hairbrush smacking hard against naked asscheeks was loud in the room.

Jim was determined not to utter a sound. The impacts of the hairbrush were more shocking than painful. Ellen was equally determined to see if it was possible to sexually arouse a person, as she had read, by administering corporal punishment. Already she was feeling some excitement rising in herself from watching her nephew's buttocks turn rosy, and from feeling his naked loins squirming against her naked thighs.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Jim was feeling the pain of it now. His buttocks and the backs of his thighs were smarting very sharply, and each new impact of the hairbrush made him flinch and grunt. Ellen was biting him harder, and thoroughly enjoying the way his soft cock and balls were being driven into the warm crevice between her thighs.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Jim's backside felt on fire, and he could feel the cruel blows of the brush from his toes to the roots of his hair. His grunts changed to moans, and then he was sobbing and saying, "I'll be good! I'm sorry, Aunt Ellen! I'll never do it again!" She continued with the spanking till his plump buttocks were the color of a fiery sunset, and she was panting when at last she set the hairbrush aside.

Jim was panting, too, and writhing on his aunt's lap. He had passed through the point of being angry at Ellen for spanking him and was now only grateful that she'd stopped. His butt was so sore that the cold cream felt hot when she put it on him there.

"This will make it feel better. This will make the soreness go away," Ellen said as she spread the cold cream liberally over his buttocks and thighs.

She worked it in well. Soon he was all slick from the base of his spine to the backs of his thighs. She parted his buttocks widely and worked it in there, too, and she smiled when he gasped as she slid one slipper finger deep in his asshole.

"Don't do that!" he said, "Please! Take it out!"

"Does it hurt you?" she asked, easing it all the way in and out, twisting it as she went.

"No, it just… feels so weird!"

He'd never felt anything so weird in his life. Each time his aunt's long finger slid in through his asshole, it felt like it was going right on inside his cock. His cock seemed to swell up and then recede with each insertion of her finger. It soon had him breathing faster, and twisting his hips around for more of it. He let out a sigh and went limp when she took it out, and by then his asshole was tingling far more than his buttocks were smarting.

He saw her pick up the long plastic cylinder she'd been playing with before, and now he asked, "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to teach you a little more about fucking," she said, and touched the bluntly pointed tip of it against his very well lubricated asshole.

"Aunt Ellen, no! Please! Please, Aunt Ellen! It's too big! Ah! Oh! Uh-OH-H-H-H-H-H!"

Ellen slowly but surely pushed the whole thing inside Jim's tightly stretched asshole, then started smoothly sliding it in and out. The first deep insertion had been quite painful, but by the time she'd pushed it in and out of his asshole three or four times, he was gasping and moaning with his growing ecstasies and arching his rosy red butt, up for more of it.

"Feel nice, Jim?" she purred.

"I can't stand it! Aunt Ellen, it's so fucking big!"

"It's not so much bigger than your cock, Jim. And you know how easily I take that in my cunt. Is your cock up hard now, angel boy?"

The word exploded out of him. "Yes! It's bigger and harder than ever! Every time you push that thing in me, my cock feels like it's going to pop!"

"Roll over on my lap so I can see it, darling. But first let me turn this on."

Ellen twisted the switch to its lowest setting, and immediately Jim was writhing and gasping and panting harder than ever. His cock had been nicely wedged between her thighs. Now he drew it out from there and it hung down like a heavy, throbbing weight as he hung over her lap on all fours, arching his back up and down and twisting his hips in every direction, with the thick plastic cock softly and steadily vibrating in his ass.

Ellen laughed and said, "You look like a dog in heat. Do you like the feeling of a plastic cock in your ass?"

"I love it! But it's driving me crazy!" he said, looking down at his cock flopping about over her lap, amazed to see that a solid stream of thick jism wasn't flowing out of it.

"Turn over, darling," she said. "And show me how big your cock is."

CHAPTER FIVE

Jim turned over and lay down with his buttocks on one of Ellen's thighs and the small of his back on the other. The dildo was still buzzing steadily in his ass and his cock was still flopping about with his ceaseless writhings. Ellen took it in hand and drew its foreskin down all the way, and as the very red and heavily swollen knob of his cock was thrust out in this fashion, Jim cried out in his wild delirium, "Make me cum, Auntie Ellen! Please! Suck me or fuck me, anything, but please make me cum!"

"You're not ready yet, not after the blow job you just got from me. But you will be soon," she said, and leaned forward, tit in hand, and rubbed the knob of Jim's cock against her stiff pink nipple. The end of his cock punched in at her big, soft tit from the erratic and jerky thrusts of his hips.

"It's slipping out!" he exclaimed.

Ellen reached under his churning hips and pushed the dildo back inside his asshole. She eased it in and out, smiling down at him, in his frenzied contortions, and shook her head when, once again, he begged her to make him cum.

"I told you. You're not ready. Try it yourself and see," Ellen said.

Jim grabbed his cock and started jacking off. Jacking off was the most private thing in the world, as far as he was concerned, but his Aunt Ellen had already taken away all his privacy, and more than anything else in the world just then, Jim had to cum. Panting and open-mouthed, Jim gazed up at his aunt's smiling face and her naked tits while he frantically beat his meat.

"Gotta cum! Gotta cum!" he said. "Before all those women get here."

"They're not coming," Ellen said. "I was only teasing you about that. But one of these days, when you've learned all there is to know about fucking, I'll surprise you and have another woman here for you to fuck besides me. Young and pretty and eager and hot. Do you think you could satisfy two women, Jim?"

"I could fuck a whole roomful of women right now! OH! That thing in my ass!"

"All this talk about fucking has me wanting to do it. Stop playing with yourself now, Jim, and slip our pretty cock in my cunt."

She helped him get up off her lap and lie down on the floor. There she straddled his hips and sat down and, taking his cock in her hand, guided it into her cunt. She smiled, thoroughly enjoying every millimeter of his hard, hard cock as she wriggled her hips and lowered her cunt down on it.

When she had her naked ass settled snugly on top of his lap, she reached down between his legs and twisted the knob of the vibrating dildo to its highest setting. The results were dynamic.

Jim started thrusting and arching and twisting as never before. All Ellen had to do was sit there on top of his loins and enjoy a truly superlative fuck. Hands cm her knees, she raised her hips up a few inches, and felt Jim's cock plunging up inside her with wonderfully powerful jabs. By leaning forward and back, and by tilting her hips from side to side, she got the full benefit of his fully hard cock going into her from every direction, and each new insertion made the rush of sexual pleasures mount higher. He was sweating with his exertions. Ellen didn't care. She was going through a succession of orgasms, each one a little grander than the one that preceded it, all gathering together to blend into one magnificent climax that would last her through to the next fucking lesson with Jim.

She could feel it building all over her body. She was lightly perspiring, too, though the greatest exertion she was making was fondling and squeezing her tits. Her orgasm rose from her toes through her knees, swept through her thighs and gained great momentum in her cunt. It churned through her guts and made her feel wildly alive, and from there it went on to burst in her tits and her hands and her shoulders, and from there to reach into her brain. It caught her and held her in ecstasy, pure ecstasy, and as she felt the hot, young juices of the boy she now owned pouring up in her cunt, she threw back her head and shouted, "Your cock is mine, and I'll never let it go!"

Jim learned a lot from his aunt about fucking and sucking. He hurried over every time she called, and she called for him almost every day. He was never permitted to wear any clothes while he was there. Naked, and usually sporting a hardon, he had certain duties to perform in exchange for his aunt buying all of his flowers, and in exchange for her teaching him all about sex. Jim had to arrange the flowers he brought in vases, had to scrub her pots and pans and wash her floors and launder the sexy lingerie she often wore for him. He hardly complained about these menial duties at all, because he never knew when his Aunt Ellen would interrupt him to suck his cock or fuck him in the ass with her vibrating dildo or to have him stick his cock in her beautiful cunt and fuck her till her red hot cunt was overflowing with his jism. And he never knew when she'd walk up to him and snap her fingers and point to some spot on her beautiful body that he would then kiss and suck and lick until she got around to letting him kiss her curt.

Ellen frequently entertained him in the nude, but just as often she'd greet him at the door wearing terribly skimpy lingerie or even fully dressed in street clothes. She set the pace with a variety of attire, and a variety of actions, that always kept the increasingly horny boy guessing.

One day, for instance, she met him at the door and told him she had to go shopping, and that he should remain there and do his housework, but under no conditions should he look at the magazines on the coffee table until she got back. She had just sent away for the magazines and picture books. They showed beautiful young models fully involved in every conceivable sexual embrace. Their covers were very lurid. One glance at those and Jim's cock was up hard, and within ten minutes of his arrival, his chores were forgotten and he was sitting on the couch leafing through the books and beating off. That was when Ellen made her appearance from the back door. She caught him red-handed at this, and soon he was red-assed, as well, for she gave him a very sound spanking, after which he sucked her and fucked her on the living room floor, with the sexy books strewn all around them.

On another occasion she met him wearing a very tight, very sexy black bathing suit, and she gave him a very loose-fitting pair of swim trunks to put on. She drove him to the beach, where she had him lie on his belly beside her while she pointed out all the sexy young girls, high-breasted and saucy-assed. While he lay there drooling over them, she snaked her hand inside his trunks and very slowly jacked him off. She got him hot again quite easily, then took him in the water, where he learned she had made a convenient slit in the crotchband of her bathing suit, and there in the shoulder deep water, with other bathers frolicking close by, Jim fucked his aunt.

On still another of his visits, she had him strip naked and then she tied him up in a chair, with the vibrating dildo deep in his ass. To further add to his miserable ecstasies, she showed him mail-order pornographic movies while she further teased him with the tips of her fingers and tongue. He was her little sex slave and though he sometimes complained about it, he thoroughly enjoyed it, as could be seen by the increasingly large size of his cock and balls.

Ellen liked the arrangement, too. Now she had all the sex she'd ever hoped for, without any possibility of romantic involvement. Still it was never quite enough. The more sex she got, the more she wanted, it seemed, but that was working out very well, because Jim's sexual appetites were increasing, too. Everything was going just fine, until one summer afternoon when Ellen's daughter, Carole, appeared at the door.

Carole had run away from home and taken up with a group of young people who sold magazine subscriptions from door to door, and her mother's only contact with her had been an occasional postcard from a faraway city. Carole had always been a rebellious, high-spirited girl, but now as she stood on Ellen's doorstep, she looked very sweet and subdued.

She was demurely dressed in a pretty blue dress and sandals and she was carrying an overnight bag. Her long, honey-blonde hair was done up in braids, and she hadn't a trace of make-up on her very pretty face. Her figure had filled out some, but it was still the high-breasted, saucy-assed shape of a teenaged girl.

Ellen greeted her daughter very warmly and took her inside. They sat on the couch and talked, with Ellen just a little embarrassed because the only thing she had on was a filmy, lacy black negligee. Ellen wasn't even wearing any panties, which Carole surely noticed, because she kept glancing at her mother's very scantily covered figure as they talked.

At last Carole said, "I came back to either borrow some money from you or to get my inheritance. I'm in love with a wonderful guy named Tony, and I want to settle down with him forever. Tony supervised us girls when we were on the road. I need a thousand dollars to help Tony put a down payment on a farm in Oregon, and after that I'll settle down and be a good daughter and write to you every week and you can come visit us often."

Ellen questioned her about Tony. Carole said he was handsome, a hard worker, a wonderful lover, and everything a girl could ask for in a man. Ellen said she would probably give Carole the money. Carole thanked her mother and kissed her very warmly, and said she was going to take a bath before helping her mother with dinner. She took her overnight bag and left for the bathroom, and Ellen remained on the couch, very relieved that at last her errant daughter had changed her roving ways and wanted to settle down with a nice man. She got up to go to her bedroom and put on some less revealing clothes and, passing the bathroom, she caught a faint whiff of very aromatic smoke.

Ellen had smoked marijuana once or twice before, while her husband was still living, but it had made her feel so very sexually aroused that she had almost worn her husband out, so he'd stopped buying it for her. The smoke from the bathroom smelled like marijuana. Suspicious, Ellen returned to the living room and looked in her daughter's purse. Sure enough, there were several small hand-rolled cigarettes there, and what was far wane, a big pink dildo, complete with leg straps, and a card lying in its box that read, "Use this if you get lonesome. Love, Tony."

Ellen stormed right into the bathroom with the incriminating evidence in hand. "Just what is the meaning of this?!? What kind of a terrible person is this Tony?"

Crab was lying back in the bubbly bath tub, golden hair piled up on her head, marijuana cigarette dangling from her fingers, silly smile on her face. "Once you get to know Tony, she's not so terrible at all."

"She??? This Tony is a woman? And I've got a lesbian for a daughter!"

Ellen went reeling out of the room and sat down on the couch, weeping bitterly. It wasn't long before Carole came out to her, wrapped in a towel, smelling of perfumed bath salts, with her long hair brushed out and gleaming.

Carole took her mother's hand in hers and said, "I knew you'd have to find out sooner or later. I hope it doesn't change your mind about the money. Tony and I are going to live on the farm together and raise some big money crops and have a good time. Loan me the money now and you'll never have to see me again, if that's what you want. Or you can come visit us and learn what it's like to have a really good time."

"I'll bet it's marijuana you're going to raise, and I'd certainly never come to visit you."

"Don't knock something you haven't tried, Ellen."

"I've tried marijuana and I didn't like it. And it's normal sex, not what girls do to each other!"

"Gals having sex together is the absolute greatest, Ellen. And a woman can outlast a man by a mile." Carole ran her hands through her hair, hugged herself and almost lost her towel and, wearing that dreamy smile on her face, said, "It's something you really ought, to try. You're so uptight you ought to try some of this weed, too. It's really relaxing. Just try a little and you'll see why we want to grow it."

Ellen let herself be talked into smoking some of the marijuana. Though she didn't know it, it was very powerful stuff. And while the smoldering joint was passed back and forth between her lips and those of her daughter, she couldn't help thinking about where her daughter's lips had been.

Carole had undoubtedly kissed this Tony's clit. And there might have been other girls, too. As Ellen puffed on the cigarette, she saw a vision of her daughter lacked in a naked embrace with another woman. She saw her thrashing through a night of unnatural sex in a hotel room bed. She saw Carole simpering up to a gargantuan woman who ware a false cock strapped to her loins, and she didn't like what she was seeing. It made Ellen nervous and fidgety to think those thoughts, and Carole's soft fingers brushing against her knee didn't help this at all.

As Carole stubbed out the tiny butt of the cigarette, Ellen said, "That stuff certainly didn't relax me. I didn't feel any effect from it at all. I suppose your lesbian girl friend taught you how to smoke it."

"It always makes me feel good." Carole stretched, almost losing her towel in the process. She looked down at where her mother was looking, and she smiled. She loosened the knot in the towel and let it fall in her lap. Ellen gasped, and Carole stretched again and luxuriously ran her hands over her naked tits.

"The first place I feel it is here," Carole said, massaging her tits with both hands, caressing and squeezing them while her mother watched, looking shocked. "Grass makes my tits feel all tingly and warm. It makes them feel bigger, too, and it makes my nipples get all stiff and nice."

"You've certainly grown since you left home," Ellen said, still staring, nearly hypnotized by the soft hands moving on those firmly upright young tits.

"Exercise, that's what does it," said Carole, still caressing herself very freely. "Tony's helped me grow, that's for sure. But of course, I've got you to thank for my having started out with a nice, big pair of tits. You sure have nice ones, Mother. And I've never really seen them like this. Do you mind?"

Ellen watched, still hypnotized, while her daughter's hand moved from her own breast to Ellen's negligee, to draw it aside and expose Ellen's tit, which looked so much like her own. Ellen's tit was just a little smaller than her daughter's and it wasn't quite so youthfully upstanding as her daughter's, but Carole was handling it just as she had handled her own. She caressed it and petted it, hefted its weight and tested its softness of texture while Ellen held her breath, watching.

"Yes," Carole said, "that's nice, relaxing grass. See how your nipples are getting all nice and stiff? And how do your tits feel now? All tingly and warm?"

"That's the marijuana?" Ellen said, still watching Carole's hand as it moved to her other tit.

"I have no idea what it does to men, but that's what it does to us girls."

Carole moved closer to her mother. She smiled in the warmest of ways as she loosened her negligee, fully exposing both of Ellen's very prominent, pink-nippled tits. Now she felt them both at once, and as her hands softly kissed and caressed them, she said, "I can't get over what nice ones you have. I hope mine are as pretty as that when I'm your age. Are you sensitive there, Ellen? I know I sure am."

"Carole, stop that," Ellen murmured, doubly fascinated by the sight of two hands moving on her tits now, I'm trying hard to get her most pleasantly numbed brain to function.

Carole just smiled and took Ellen's hand in hers, guided it to her thrusting tit and resumed caressing Ellen's naked globes.

The warmth alone was entirely seducing. The texture of Carole's young tits helped in the seduction process and in moments Ellen was mimicking her lesbian daughter and fondling both her bare tits. They were so big and firm and so entirely sexy with their generously large pink nipples all crested that Ellen had to move closer to feel still more of them.

Carole just smiled and let the effects of their mutual caresses add to those of the marijuana. Under the tutelage of her very experienced lesbian girl friend, Carole had seduced quite a few girls before. She derived a great deal of pleasure in taking a girl who was far from home and leading her into the ways of lesbian sex, and then leading her on into Tony's bed and the orgies that took place there. Even more than this, Carole enjoyed knocking on a door and finding a young housewife alone, and seducing her. On two separate occasions she had seduced older housewives, and these times had been especially thrilling to Carole. Now she knew why that was. It was because of some secret urge inside her to seduce her beautiful mother, and here she was, well on her way to succeeding at that. She wished Tony could be there to see it, because her lesbian lover was always so proud of her when she initiated someone new into the sisterhood.

Ellen was completely fascinated by Carole's tits. She fondled and caressed them in every way imaginable, and with Carole's hands on her tits, she was experiencing all the sensations she was infusing in the young female body on the couch with her. Ellen was getting terribly hot, but she didn't know it. Her more experienced daughter knew it very well, and chose just the right time to slide her hands down over Ellen's ribcage and squeeze her slender waist, to pet her smooth hips and further admire her figure.

"You're really built, Ellen. You've got a fantastic figure. And not many girls my age have complexions as smooth as yours."

Carole's hands kindled a glowing fire everyplace they touched. And they were constantly moving as Ellen squirmed about on the couch, saying, "Carole, please stop that. I've got to go fix dinner. Oh, why did I let you talk me into smoking that marijuana!"

"Too late to worry about the grass now, Mother. You're stoned and so am I, so let's forget it and just enjoy ourselves. Insofar as dinner goes, I'm only hungry for one thing right now," Carole said, and thoroughly enjoyed her mother's loud gasp as she tickled a forefinger down over her belly and then burrowed that finger deep in the hairy triangle between Ellen's legs.

CHAPTER SIX

Ellen slapped Carole's hand away, but by then it was too late. That finger had left a fiery trail behind it, and the trail led straight to Ellen's clitoris. She clamped her thighs closely together and clasped her hands tightly over her belly, almost ill with the unwanted lusts now raging through her, and the cause of it all sat there laughing at her. Outraged, Ellen jumped up from the couch to head for a cold shower, and Carole grabbed the back of her negligee and yanked her mother back into her lap.

"Damnit, let me go!" said Ellen, and of course Carole completely ignored her.

Carole held Ellen firmly on her lap, tickling and pinching her and grabbing handfuls of her naked tits. Her hands were everywhere. There seemed to be no escaping from them. Ellen shouted and squealed out her protest while she squirmed in every direction on the naked lap of her daughter.

Ellen was at a disadvantage. This sort of feminine rough-housing went on almost nightly in the hotels where Carole stayed. When it came to naked tickling and wrestling, Carole could hold her own with girls who were larger than she was. She was very much aware of every ticklish place on a female body, especially if that female body was even a little bit sexually excited.

And Ellen was hot. Waves of almost uncontrollable lust were sweeping though her body from every direction, from everywhere Carole's hands touched her. Carole's fingers delved deep in Ellen's armpits, tickled up and down her ribs and plucked at her nipples, and when Ellen tried to defend herself there, the fingers dove down between her legs to her steaming hot cunt where Ellen's ticklishness knew no bounds.

Ellen swung back behind her with her elbows, and Carole easily dodged the wild blows and went on with her fiendish tickling. She tried to break free and get up and run, and Carole yanked her back down on her lap again. She shouted curses and threats at her laughing daughter which were nothing more than a waste of her breath. She thought she'd faint or explode, and then at last she lurched to her feet, took a staggering step toward safety, and was tripped up from behind and fell down on her hands and knees.

Carole was at her at once. On her knees at the side of her mother, she flipped up her negligee and thrust her wriggling fingers deep in the very wet crack of Ellen's crotch. Too out of breath to utter a word of protest, Ellen tensed every exhausted muscle in her body in a valiant attempt to fight off an orgasm, and the wonderful fingers burrowed deeper in her cunt.

The orgasm swept though Ellen's body with cataclysmic force. It bowed up her back and it set her asscheeks and tits and every part of her body to quivering, and there it held her in its powerful grip even after Carole withdrew her fingers from her cunt. The powerful climax wasn't even starting to ebb when Ellen's daughter hauled her up to her knees.

There Carole faced her, naked and beautiful and blonde and gloriously young, and when the girl took Ellen's hand in hers and pressed it against the curve of her hot blonde cunt, Ellen began to quickly finger and rub the plump wet lips of her slit and reach frantically for the clitoris hidden within.

"Oh, yeah!" said Carole, quickly finding her mother's clitoris and making her orgasm take up where it had left off. "Let's have some fun! Who needs some whiskery man, when there's fun like this to be had!"

Ellen swayed back and forth on her knees, madly fingering within the plump wet lips of her daughter's cunt, and thrusting her own cunt forward for more of the, same. Her negligee hung down off her shoulders and her big tits were jouncing heavily with the jerking, twitching orgasms ripping through her. Now Carole reached out with her free hand and gave Ellen's closest nipple a very sharp tweak, and Ellen screamed as her already burgeoning climax shot up to a new peak of mixed pain and ecstasy. Carole's bare tits were right there before her and she reached out and mauled them, got hold of a nipple and pulled it hard.

Carole's lips peeled back from her teeth and she groaned and said, "this is better than anything! Better than anything else in the world!"

Ellen's orgasms were coming in steady waves, and still they crashed through her as Carole quit her cunt and threw her arms around her and kissed her very hard on the mouth. Their mouths were almost as wet as their bursting cunts as they lasciviously sucked on each other's tongues and mouths in a mini-orgy of kissing, thrusting their tits hard together until they were mashed flat between them. They ground their sodden pubes together and clutched at each other's quivering asscheeks to further tighten the madly orgasmic embrace, and then Carole started very powerfully squeezing them closer together in exactly the tempo of their orgasmic crests.

"Oh!! My God! Can't stop cumming!"

Ellen gasped from between each of the dynamic huggings.

Carole reached up and got a handful of Ellen's black hair, yanked back her head and buried her mouth in her throat, and it ill the orgasms flowed and burst, flowed and burst. Still holding her mother painfully tight, Carole sucked in one of her nipples, lashed it with her tongue and then bit it, and now when Ellen screamed in her tortured ecstasy, Carole threw her down on the carpeted floor.

Carole fairly dove for Ellen's cunt, and her out-thrusting tongue was stiffened and flashing before it found the mark.

"Yes!" Ellen shouted, as Carole's tongue met her reaching clitoris, and again she cried out that word when Carole's lips closed around her clitoris and she began sucking strongly there.

Carole's sucking technique was exquisite. Her lips made Ellen's clitoris balloon out to twice its normally distended size, and from there her tongue took over to bathe that super-sensitive organ in super-pleasure. Her mouth sent Ellen soaring on toward another series of orgasms, and as Ellen reached down to hold Carole's head, she encountered Carole's moving shoulder.

Carole was turning around on Ellen. Still with her mouth firmly fastened to Ellen's clitoris, she was moving into the sixty-nine position, and Ellen was cumming so wildly that she couldn't do a thing to stop her. She pushed feebly at the firm, smoothly contoured flank that appeared at her shoulder. She tried and failed to roll away as a beautifully tapered thigh was thrown over her twisting torso. And now, looking up, she saw Carole's cunt, all pink and gold, its youthful lips puffed up with pleasures, its pink clitoris seeking more. But it was the cunt of a lesbian, and even though that lesbian was licking and sucking on Ellen's cunt in a truly fantastic way, Ellen feared any further involvement in this way.

She put up her hands to push Carole away from her, for Ellen wasn't a homosexual, and this sort of incest was going much too far. Those hands encountered hips that were smooth and warm, very soft, yet vibrantly firm and young.

Carole's tonguetip tickled all around Ellen's clitoris now without quite touching it, and the sensation was so exquisite that Ellen's hands closed on Carole's hips. They slid on around those hips and felt of her buttocks, plump and round, and again very smooth and firm. Carole's cunt was facing Ellen right in the face. Carole's tits were still warming Ellen's belly. The scent of her daughter's cunt was delicately sweet, and now that sweetness increased as Carole wriggled her hips and lowered her crotch toward Ellen's face. Ellen surrounded completely to sin and to incest and to all earthly delights, and pulled Carole down till her reaching tongue could taste cunt.

The smell of her cunt gave only a hint of its heady flavor. And the flavor was nothing at all compared to its texture. Still using only her tongue, Ellen moved her mouth up and down under the lovely love slit that was offered her, while down below, Carole's cunt-feasting mouth did incredibly wonderful things to her. Ellen circled Carole's hips with her arms and drew her luscious young cunt still more intimately against her month, pursed her lips and drew Carole's clitoris out to where she could fuck it and lick it with her tongue.

Carole lifted her face from between Ellen's wide open legs, tossed back her golden blonde hair, and silently screamed at the giddy delights that were now hers, all hers. She pushed up from Ellen's crotch and looked down between them, saw Ellen's lovely big tits lolling outward from her chest, saw Ellen's chin nestling upward against her blonde pubic hair and her cheeks brushing close to her parted thighs. They were mother and daughter, freely kissing each other's cunts. Could any two women be any closer than this? Could her mother possibly refuse the simple request for some money that Carole had made?

Carole smiled and rolled over on her side, reached down and stroked the black-haired head that had stayed right where it was between her legs as she'd moved. She undulated her hips in the manner she'd found to be so pleasing to Tony when Tony was sucking her cunt, and she said, "Oh, Mama, you do it so super-good. Now you know what it's like when two gals get together, and that makes me feel so super-glad. Eat my cunt, Mamma! Eat my cunt and I'll eat yours. And then let's cum together."

Still with her tongue in Carole's slit, still with her panting lips kissing young cunt, Ellen nodded her head and felt Carole's mouth find her cunt again, and the glories of orgasm started to flow once again. They lay on their sides now, in no hurry at all, cheeks resting against an inner thigh, tongues flashing and delving in ripely wet cunt. Their hands explored asscheeks they couldn't see, and their tits snuggled warmly against naked, softly writhing torsos. Their glories were building gradually. As one, they raised each other up toward a climax they both had to share.

Fingers dug in and mouths sucked more hotly, tongues flashed still faster and feelings soared. Neither mother nor daughter could speak, but their tongues shot out as their climaxes spiraled on up.

They rolled about on the floor now as orgasm seized them, flowing from one to the other and back while their mouths clung fast to cunt. They strained together, knocking against the coffee table and the couch as the frenzy came on, feeling nothing at all but surgings and crashings of ecstasies flowing through them. It went on for long, sweet minutes. At times it seemed it would never end. But then at last they sighed and rolled apart, mother and daughter, contented at last and as close as they'd ever been in their lives.

They slept right there on the floor, and when Ellen awoke she found that they'd turned in their sleep and were now in each other's arms. Their tits and their tummies were nestled together, and their cunt-smelling mouths were very close. Carole looked absolutely beautiful in repose. Ellen's first impulse was to wake her up with a strong embrace and immediately relive the intense joy they'd known in their mutual embraces. But now Carole was her daughter again, and in Ellen's mind, well on her way toward a life filled with heartbreak and emptiness. As Ellen lay there trying to find the words to use with her daughter to lead her toward some sort of normal life, Carole's eyes came open and her lips curved up in a smile.

"Hi, Ellen. Was that real kicks, or wasn't it? Now do you see why I've fallen in love with Tony?"

Ellen pushed away before her daughter could kiss her, and sat back on her heels on the carpet. "That wasn't love, that was sex. And that's all you have with that Tony. Sex and marijuana, that's all. And you can't have real love or real sex without a man."

"We did pretty well," Carole said, and got up on one elbow, and reached out and squeezed Ellen's knee.

"It's late and I'm going to fix us something to eat and we can talk about it in the morning," Ellen said, and rose and strode to her kitchen, pulling her negligee on as she went. She felt flustered and angry. If sex was supposed to relieve tensions, lesbian sex didn't do the job at all. She felt like strangling that Tony for having introduced Carole to that kind of sex. She felt like strangling herself for having engaged in that kind of sex with her daughter, and for having totally enjoyed it at the time. She put frozen sandwiches in the microwave oven. She leaped and whirled about when she felt Carole's hands come slinking around her hips in search of her cunt.

Carole giggled and said, "My, aren't we jumpy. And don't we have beautiful tits."

Ellen pushed aside her daughter's reaching hands, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. The sandwiches will be ready in ten minutes."

Carole followed along behind the jouncing buttocks of her mother. A confirmed lesbian, she'd often followed less attractive butts than that one down the street for blocks, but this ass held special appeal because it was the ass of her mother. Carole caught up with it in the bathroom and got her hands on it the moment Ellen's negligee hit the floor.

Again Ellen pushed Carole away. "I'm not loaded on marijuana now, and you're not about to seduce me again."

"Seduce you? Don't make me laugh. You wanted it and enjoyed it just as much as I did. And you want it again now, just like I do."

Ellen brushed past her naked daughter and entered the shower. Carole came right behind her and wouldn't leave. There, under the warm running water, Ellen angrily castigated her daughter for her way of life and Carole smugly laughed and said the lesbian life was great, as she had just proved to her mother. There was no escaping her there in the confines of the shower stall. Woman and girl were both as sleekly wet as a pair of seals, and if Carole wasn't wriggling up against Ellen, she was reaching out for her body in any way she could. The tensions were nagging all through Ellen's body as she left the shower, again with Carole right at her heels.

"Let's have that sandwich and then make love again," Carole said, drying off, and grinning quite lustfully at Ellen's body.

"Let's have that sandwich while we talk about you finding yourself a decent man," Ellen hotly retorted, glaring at her daughter's laughing eyes, pointedly ignoring the incredibly shapely young body Carole artfully flaunted.

Ellen put on a robe, and Carole followed her naked into the kitchen, her very warm gaze following Ellen's every move. Even as they sat across the table and ate, Carole's words and her gaze kept Ellen's flustered anger alive.

At last Ellen said, "We'll talk about it in the morning. You can sleep in your old room tonight."

But Carole followed Ellen into her bedroom, and no threats or angry words could drive her out. Quite exasperated, Ellen turned out the light and got into her big bed, with Carole right behind her in the dark.

Carole softly tittered and Ellen silently fumed, and kept knocking away the hand that kept slithering toward her between the sheets. Ellen normally slept in the nude, but this night she knew she should have worn flannel pajamas, not only because of the lesbian in bed with her, but also because the sheets chafed at her nipples and buttocks and tickled her cunt unmercifully. Sleep seemed impossible. And each time the hand crept past her defenses to touch her body, it left a mark that seemed to glow in the dark.

At last Ellen said, "What's this Tony like?"

"Just wonderful, that's all. Oh, the things she can do to me, the ways she cap make me feel, you just wouldn't believe it. Or maybe you would after how we made each other feel in the living room. Who needs men, that's what I'd like to know."

"Every woman needs a man."

"Not this woman. All I need is another woman. You, right now. Mom, your girl can't sleep. What are you going to do about that?"

"I'll get up and get you a sleeping pill."

"I never take pills. Just touch me a little, Mother. Mama, just touch your girl a little and put her to sleep."

"Don't talk like that! Go to sleep!"

Silence for a time, the rustle of bedclothes, and then Carole's soft sigh and her words. "Ahh-h-h. Yeah. That's a little better."

"Carole, are you playing with yourself?"

"Mmmmmm. I wonder how many times I sneaked in this room when you and Daddy were gone, took off all my clothes, and played with my pussy, just like this."

Ellen's cunt was itching badly by then, and the rubbing of the sheet on her nipples was almost intolerable. Right beside her, her daughter was sighing and murmuring contentedly, and freely fingering her hot cunt. In the dark, Carole didn't seem exactly like Ellen's daughter. There in the pitch blackness, the girl at her side was just an oversexed lesbian, a hot nympho who needed some help very badly. And with the help she needed, Ellen might just find some help for herself. Ellen rolled over on her side to face Carole.

"Feeling good?" Ellen murmured.

"Mm-m-m. Better all the time. Not mad at me any more?"

"I can be mad at you again in the morning," Ellen said, and now it was her hand that was slinking between the sheets.

Carole felt it coming, grabbed Ellen's hand and thrust it against her cunt, between her legs, very warm and very damp. Ellen very softly squeezed her there, saying, "Easy, darling. Lonely widows such as I am like to make these things last for a while."

"Do you… do it to yourself a lot?"

"I try not to, but sometimes I can't help it," Ellen softly said, just as softly smoothing her fingers all over the very warm outer flesh of Carole's cunt. "Living all alone here, without a man, I sometimes force myself to go for a week or two without playing with myself, and then I can't stand it any more and I have to spend a whole day here in bed, playing with my cunt and my tits and looking at dirty pictures, reading dirty books."

"You have stuff like that here?" said Carole. She was panting and rubbing her thighs and her hips under the covers.

"I have quite a collection of erotica. Does porno turn you on, dear?" she asked, delving very delicately inside the puffed, wet lips of Carole's cunt, smiling and edging closer as Carole's panting increased and her legs opened wider.

"I love it, but Tony won't let me look at it. She says it's dirty. She says we don't need it. Oh, Ellen, you're driving me crazy, and I love it!"

"You've a nice cunt, dear. Very wet, very hot."

"Mama, let me touch your cunt, too! Let me get down under the covers and kiss it!"

Ellen pushed Carole back down on her back, nestled closer still and nuzzled kisses all about the girl's hotly panting mouth. Still moving her fingers most softly over her cunt, still teasing her, keeping her terribly hot, Ellen murmured, "Some of my dirty books tell about women like us, lonely and horny and desperate to have some fun."

"Yes, Mother. Women like us!" Carole said, clutching at Ellen's softly moving hand.

"Stay still, darling girl, so I can help you like you want to be helped, like you need to be helped. Stay very still and I'll show you what I learned about women like us from my reading."

Carole remained as still as she could as Ellen took her fingers from between her legs, but she was trembling and quivering everywhere in her body in her need for a climax now. With the impatience of youth, she wanted it now, but with the wisdom of years, Ellen was letting that want build up by moving with deliberate slowness.

Ellen's cunt was almost painful in its throbbing, but her words sounded calm as she got up to hover over her hotly waiting daughter. "Open your legs a bit more, pretty Carole. That's right. Now hold very still while we see if my cunt can find yours in the dark. Your cunt's so warm I should be able to find it, but then again, my cunt is just as warm if not more so. Ther-r-re! Ah-h-h, I can feel your cunt hair tickling through mine. No, don't move just yet. We must have our cunts kiss together just perfectly, and then we can cunt-fuck to our hearts' content."

Ellen's cunt brushed against Carole's again, and triggered the purely involuntary action of making Carole tilt her hips sharply upward. The two cunts kissed, dead center. Carole's clitoris jerked up and stabbed against Ellen's, and with a gasp from both throats they were cunt-fucking there in the dark.

"Ellen, yes! Yes, fuck me hard with your cunt!" Carole cried, clutching at the softness about her, fucking madly upward with her cunt.

"Fuck! UR-R-RGH! Cunt-fucking!" Ellen exclaimed, astonished at bow quickly her orgasm had hit her, and reaching back with her cunt for more.

Their cunts were perfectly positioned, locked together by the way they had twined their legs. And their legs remained twined, tightly gratevined, smooth-shaven limbs locked together while their cunts rubbed together hard. Both cunts were quite wet. Each cunt had been well sucked not long before, and now this fierce thrusting and counter-thrusting was the perfect counterpoint to relieve the mad itching and throbbing that existed in them both.

Ellen's big tits dangled and jounced heavily over Carole, but Carole's hands were fully occupied with Ellen's hips. Her hands were free to take hold of Carole's tits and further add to her pleasures and to Carole's wild orgasms.

They screwed their cunts together in an orgy of lesbian lust. The smell of sweet cunt filled the room. Sweating, straining, heaving, cumming, mother and daughter fenced at close quarters with their clitoris. They spread their wet cuntlips wide against the cuntlips of the other, and brilliant flashes of orgasmic light exploded in Ellen's darkened bedroom.

"It's the best! The absolute best!" Carole cried, surging up with her cunt for one final moment of shared glory.

"Yes, it's the best for now," Ellen said through her gasping orgasms. "At least for now."

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Carole awoke in her mother's bed in the morning, she found she'd been rendered quite helpless. Ellen had done it to her sometime during the night. Working very carefully, and taking advantage of Carole's weariness, Ellen had bound her hand and foot. Nylon stockings had been used to tie Carole's ankles to a broomstick, so that her feet were about a yard apart. And, while Carole was sleeping on her stomach, Ellen had similarly bound her wrists to another broomstick, some two feet apart behind her back.

With a great deal of effort, Carole could roll herself over on the bed. From there she was able to inch herself to the edge of the bed, sit up, and then stand up. But merely standing up by herself was a very precarious proposition, and taking a few waddling steps was extremely difficult. Ellen calmly sat and smoked a cigarette while she watched her daughter roll over on the bed and get to her feet, and finally topple to the floor, cursing and screaming. Then Ellen hauled Carole to her feet, helped her into the bathroom, and pushed her on into the shower. Ellen's trussing up job had been very good. Carole was as helpless – and as angry – as ever when Ellen dried her off, waddled her back to the bedroom, and flopped her down on the bed.

"I know what you're up to and it's not going to work!" Carole said. "You're going to keep me prisoner here till I forget about Tony. Well, I love her and I'll never forget about her, so there!"

"I'll get you some breakfast," Ellen said, and left her daughter to her futile strugglings and shoutings.

She made a mess of Ellen's bedroom while Ellen was gone. She got to her feet again, knocked things off Ellen's vanity table, knocked the phone off the hook, and generally trashed the room as well as she could in her bound up position. Ellen fed her and put her back an the bed face down, and kept her that way while she righted the bedroom mess and telephoned Jim. He said he'd be right over, and Ellen made Carole even more helpless while she waited for her nephew's arrival.

Jim got there very quickly, was met at the door by his aunt, wearing panties and bra. He quickly started taking off his clothes. "I hope you're feeling good and horny today," Ellen said, and snapped her fingers.

"I had ten hours sleep and my cock's been hard ever since I woke up this morning," the pinning boy said, and got down on his knees and pressed his warm kisses all over the satin-pantied crotch of his aunt.

"I'd like to have more of your mouth on my cunt, but I have a guest in my room who needs your full attention," she told him. "Come with me."

Jim's jaw dropped a foot when he saw what was waiting for him on the bed. He had always thought his cousin Carole was just about the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and he'd never even seen her naked. And he'd certainly never thought he would see her like this, with her knees and her face and her tits on the bed, and with her lovely young ass up high in the air. It had been quite a struggle, but Ellen had forced the broomstick holding Carole's wrists down under her hips. Now the broomstick was securely lodged behind Carole's knees and her arms were drawn down by her sides. Her knees and her feet, widely spaced by the other broomstick, kept her from toppling over to either side and held her invitingly tender young ass raised high in the air. Jim was all wide-eyed and grinning and rubbing his very stiff cock as he approached the bed. Carole was back to her cursing and shouting.

"Ellen, get him out of here! What the…? You two are lovers! If you can have your own nephew, why can't I have Tony? Mother, keep him away from me! Ellen, don't let him touch me!"

"Pay no attention to her, Jim," said Ellen. "Just do anything you want with her."

Jim already had his hands on her. He couldn't speak in his astounded delight and he couldn't hear any of Carole's protests, for she looked and she felt too good to think about anything else.

The skin of her ass was as smooth as attn. She was young and firm and completely without a wrinkle or sag or blemish back there, and now with her ass poking up in the air, the skin of her bottom was drawn even tauter. Kneeling beside her on the bed, Jim ran his hands all over her ass and in the deep, curving groove between her asscheeks. She was still cursing and screaming at him, the knob of his cock was brushing against her hip, but all he cared about was caressing her upturned us and playing about in the groove that led down to her golden-furred aunt.

"I can really do anything I want with her?" Jim asked.

"Anything at all," said his aunt. "And I'd be glad to help."

"Would you toss me the Vaseline jar?" he said, and Ellen quickly obliged him.

Carole couldn't see what her cousin was doing behind her, but she didn't like the mound of that Vaseline. She knew she was in for a cruel ordeal, and she knew she'd be able to stand it by thinking only of Tony. Tony had told her when she'd taken up the lesbian way of life that she would have to suffer now. She would suffer in silence, but she wouldn't change her ways in any manner.

"What are you doing?" Carole cried as she felt Jim's fingers all slippery and slimy, poking and probing around her very exposed whole. "Jim, don't do that to me! Eek! Mother, stop him!"

Jim just giggled and pushed his Vaselined index finger through the squirming tight ring of his cousin's asshole. Right from the start he'd invaded her utmost privacy, that part of her body that even Tony didn't touch. Carole squirmed and thrashed about in every direction, all to no avail whatsoever as Jim's incredibly long, disgustingly thick, slick finger was screwed in and out of her ass.

The pain was terrible. She shouted herself breathless and clutched futilely at the empty air, and feelings of outrage and anger gave way to shame and contempt for herself for being in this position at all. She screamed and twisted and strained to expel that awful wedge in her asshole, then quickly gave way to loud sobbings and copious tears.

Jim stopped with his finger deep in her hole, and said, "Gee, I don't want to hurt her."

"She's just making a fuss over nothing," Ellen assured him. "One little finger can't cause that much pain. You should know, that, Jim dear. Go ahead and have your fun. She's an right."

"I'm not!" Carole wailed, and returned to her sobbing, though now the pain wasn't so fierce. It was a matter of relaxing, going with it, not fighting it. By keeping very calm and thinking of Tony, she found that she could banish the pain completely.

But the disgust, the humiliation was still there. The tears still flowed, quietly now, as Carole's moron cousin slowly fingerfucked her ass. She had expected worse. She had expected him to shove his dirty cock in her cunt, and with this as the lesser evil, she found she could better tolerate it. And as the fool slid his finger through her asshole for what seemed like the fiftieth time, Carole found the sensation could be almost pleasant, if she relaxed.

Ellen was kneeling beside Jim, simultaneously petting his naked buttocks and moving the swollen red end of his cock against Carole's nearest buttock. Watching him screw his finger through Carole's tightly clinging hole, she said, "Darling, why didn't you ever do that to me?"

"I guess 'cause you never asked me, Aunt Ellen. You know I always do just what you say."

"When and if Carole ever goes on her way, we might have a day when you're the boss and I'm the willing sex slave," Ellen said, and kissed her nephew with such warm ardor that he momentarily forgot about the fascinating young ass he'd been fingering.

Carole didn't forget about it. The moment Jim's finger slipped out to reach for his aunt, an irritating little burning sensation began in her asshole. It wasn't much at all at first, but as the pair behind her got more deeply involved in their kiss, Carole began to wonder if Jim had used Vaseline or Vicks on his finger. She squirmed her hips and clenched her sphincter to relieve it, and that didn't help at all. If anything it made the itch worse, and now it had spread to a second nasty little itch in her cunt.

She clawed at the air again, again in vain. She wriggled and squirmed and made matters a little worse, and then she snapped, "Well, if you're going to torture me, then stop fooling around and just do it!"

They giggled and whispered behind her. She heard them kissing again. She wished she could blurt out an enormous fart at them, but then even this avenue of defiance was deprived her as she felt Jim's finger touch her burning asshole again.

"Oo, that'll be tight!" Ellen murmured.

"Yeah!" Jim said.

Carole then realized what he was doing, and shrieked, "Jim, no! Your cock's just too big!"

Carole had seen it when he came in, though she'd tried not to look at it. And now she was feeling its size, which had to be immense, for he was holding onto her hips very hard and pushing just as hard with his cock at her well buttered asshole. "Don't!" she cried again, tightening up with all her might, and then screaming against the bedspread as the knob of his cock popped in through her asshole.

At least the itching was gone. In its place was the fearful feeling of being stretched to the limit. There was very little pain. As before, with his finger, that quickly disappeared when Carole made herself relax. But there was still that awful stretched feeling, and now it reminded her of how she'd felt when Tony had first pushed a dildo inside her cunt.

"Tony, where are you?" Carole muttered against the bedspread. She had tried and almost succeeded in dialing Tony's number on the telephone when she'd managed to get up from the bed. Now all she thought of was her lesbian lover as her bastardly cousin shoved his thick cock in and out of her ass. The thought of Tony comforted Carole, soothed her, and she smiled against the bedspread as Jim kept steadily fucking her in the ass. She felt she could have completely ignored Jim's cock if it hadn't been so very warm.

"I think she's starting to like it," Ellen whispered. "Se how she's moving her hips?"

"Man I can feel how she's moving 'em! And is she ever tight!"

Absorbed in her thoughts about Tony, Carole let them do as they would with her, and if this was the worst they could do, she could handle it tine. What they thought was torture was truly a lovely massage, made all the more lovely by the way she was secretly rubbing her tits on the bedspread. Her nipples were stiff as could be, made that way by her thoughts of Tony sucking her, fucking her, making her beg for more, and then making her cum as if there was no tomorrow. Those thoughts made her pant with passion, male her gyrate her hips all about and feel Jim's hard cock slipping into her there from every direction. She didn't give a damn how long he fucked her like that. She could put up with anything as long as she knew she'd someday get back to Tony and her hands and her tongue and her tits and her lovely cunt.

"Gotta stop for a second, or I'll cum," Jim panted.

"Well, come on!" Carole said, gyrating her ass more defiantly still, daring him on.

"Give it to her," said Ellen, and Jim started fucking his cousin good and hard.

At first it was shockingly hard to Carole. His hard loins were buffeting against her soft and vulnerable ass, and his testicles were slapping up against her cunt. His fingers were now digging fiercely into her hips, and above all, his cock was sliding and flying and pistoning in and out through her asshole so fast and hard it was building up frictional heat.

The heat made her asscheeks glow, and it spread on down to her cunt, reviving that nasty little itch she'd felt there before. And, that itch in turn sent a message back to her asshole, and now in spite of the terrific rubbing it was getting, the itch threatened to get put of control.

Her hard nipples rasped against the bedspread, but not hard enough. She twisted her wrists against the broomsticks, fully aware that she couldn't break loose and scratch her maddeningly itching cunt, but trying nevertheless. She twisted and turned her hips in a fury of action, seeking any new way she could find to relieve the nearly explosive itching there, and just as she'd almost found that way, her damnable, torturing cousin stopped fucking her like he should and simply hauled back on her hips and drove his cock all the way into her guts.

"Oh! Jeepers! Aunt Ellen, I'm really creamin'!" he said, loins jammed against Carole's butts, cock head spurting jism deep inside her.

"You bastard! You bastard!" Carole shouted, sweating now in her anger and wriggling in every direction, but unable to tear her hips from his hands, and distinctly feeling the hairy base of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her asshole.

"She's had enough for now. Pull out, wash up, and rest for a while," Ellen said. Carole contained her screams of protest as the full length of Jim's cock, still good and hard, was slowly withdrawn from her asshole, leaving it tingling and hot and exhausted and silently begging for more.

Ellen thrashed all about on the bed but couldn't even get out of her face-down, knees-out position. She hurled threats and curses after her mother and cousin, but they'd left her quite alone. She looked at the phone, so very close, but if she could have freed one of her hands, she would have first reached for her cunt, then her asshole, and then the phone to call Tony for help.

Her asshole tingled and itched with a maddening passion. Far worse than that, her cunt was full to the brim with its juices and burning with tire, and she couldn't even close her legs on it! The only itching she could relieve was that in her tits, and rubbing them against the bedspread helped keep the itching alive in her crotch. She was too angry to weep at her plight, too frustrated to stop shifting and squirming around, and too securely bound by her hateful mother to move. Carole tried to calm herself with thoughts of Tony, but that only made matters worse. She tried to build up an anger that would make her burst her bonds, but all that served to do was weaken her arms and legs and make the itching go on unabated. It was probably fifteen minutes, but it seemed like at least an hour before they returned.

Carole took a good look at Jim's cock now, hating what she saw. It was up hard and menacing again, a good five or six inches of hard male muscle, which Ellen freely stroked and pulled while she and Jim kissed in the bedroom doorway.

Ellen then took Jim's hand and led him on to her bed. She got up on her knees beside Carole and led Jim on by his cock until he was kneeling between Carole's outspread thighs. She reached between Carole's thighs, and parted the hairy lips of her cunt.

"She's nice and wet, Jim," Ellen reported. "Her cunt's all ready and waiting for your cock."

"I hate you both!" Carole said. "And I hate his dirty cock!"

Ellen introduced Jim's cock to Carole's cunt. Carole squeezed down with her cuntal muscles, but they were no match at all for the hard, pushing cock of the determined and horny young man. Though Carole fought to resist it, though she silently prayed to Tony to make the boy's cock disappear, it shoved its way inside her, terrifically hard and almost unbearably hot.

Jim fucked her with a steady, regular rhythm, holding onto her hips, and saying, "She sure is nice and tight. Nice and wet and warm, too. Aunt Ellen, I sure do appreciate this."

"It's quite a sacrifice for me to turn your cock over to her," Ellen said, "but she needs lots of fucking and you the one to give it to her."

The regular thrusts of Jim's hard cock non had Carole seeing stars. She tried to tell herself it was because she was almost standing on her head, but she knew very well it was from the friction and heat of his cock driving deep in her cunt. The sensations were more than just pleasant. She had to admit that, too. She kept telling herself that being fucked by Tony's dildo was better than this, but very soon the sensations turned her mind into a blank. All that mattered was that her cunt was getting the friction it so badly needed. All that mattered was that she was getting fucked. It didn't matter if it was two fingers or a Coke bottle or Tony's dude or even Jim's cock. She was finally getting fucked, and it was glorious. She bit hex lip to keep from crying out in her glorious pleasures. She tried to hold her ass still, but she couldn't. The thing in her clit, wonderfully hot and hard and constantly moving, was banishing all her troubles and making her feel good all over. She secretly enjoyed all she wanted of it until she heard him groaning and moaning, felt his hands tighten their hold on her hips, and felt the throbbing and pulsing of his plunging cock, and the hot lava bathing her deep inside.

It left her very pleasantly exhausted. She didn't try to help them or to fight them as they worked the broomstick up over her ass and rolled her over on her back again. She dozed off, then awakened when she felt Ellen washing her crotch with a warm cloth.

"I hate you both," Carole murmured, and dropped off to sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Carole was dreaming that Tony was kissing her cunt. When she woke up, she saw at once it was Jim, for there before her eyes was his cock. He was up on his hands and knees over her, with his face just above her loins. With the tip of his tongue he was teasing her clitoris, and the cock that had violated her cunt was hanging down right before her eyes.

The fiendish little bastard knew just how to tickle her clitoris. She had awakened already partially hot, too hot to resist getting boner from the continuing teasings of his tongue. Once again, Carole thought she knew what they were up to. Under Ellen's diabolical guidance, Jim was going to tongue-tease her right up to the point of her having an orgasm, and then when he fucked her from the front, she'd lose all control and eagerly enter into the fuck. She knew their plan would work, if she let them carry it out. She also knew it couldn't work at all if she bit Jim's cock off.

"Oh-h-h. Oh, that feels so good," Carole crooned, in all sincerity, and arched up her hips for more.

Jim raised his head with the raising of her hips to go on with his teasing.

"Mm-m-m, and it looks so good," Carole lied, now raising her head toward the ugly, bulbous red knob of Jim's cock.

She reached out with her tongue and found she could touch it, though the taste of it almost made her sick. She flicked it with her tonguetip again, and that caused Jim to shudder and squirm, and it brought a reaction from Ellen, too.

"I think she's trying to suck you off, Jim. Would you like that?" Ellen said.

"Nnn. I like this," Jim said, fully involved with the fine, firm, pink and gold cunt just before his eyes, greatly enjoying the virginal taste of it and the sweet scent of a teenaged girl in heat.

His cock came a little closer, and Carole could reach more of its knob with her tongue. The sensations in her cunt, undeniably delightful, were there to keep her mind off the strong taste of male as she licked and lapped the end of his cock and tried to reach for more.

Ellen had taught Jim well about the ways of eating cunt. If Carole hadn't known better, she would have thought it was Tony teasing her toward a sexual frenzy. But she kept her mind on the job of biting Jim's cock when she could as she licked its velvety knob. It wasn't, as hard as she'd thought it would be. Its shaft was certainly hard, but its knob was rubbery firm, and not nearly as unpleasant as she'd thought it would be when she'd lured him close enough for her to get her lips on his cock knob.

She had heard about cocksucking. She and Tony had laughed about how men would do almost anything to get a woman to suck on their cocks. Though all she could suck on was the very end of it, she knew that with patience she could get his whole cock in her mouth and then give it a good, hard bile. She had gotten quite used to the flavor of cock. It was oozing its nasty old jism, and Carole pretended to relish it greatly. It was making her saliva flow freely, and she had to keep swallowing that and his jism as her suckings lured him ever closer.

Carole felt Jim's sigh against her very warm, very wet cunt, and then she felt much more than that when he lowered his head and sucked on her clitoris. What she felt was almost an orgasm, and that made her writhe all over and reach up and suck in more of Jim's cock. She had the whole knob in her mouth now, ready to sink her teeth into it the moment the exquisite sensations in her cunt ceased to flow.

His cock had a shape that was just right for sucking. The ridge round the knob of it seemed made for a pair of lips to hang onto while they sucked in much the same way they would suck on a cunt, very steady, with rhythmic pulses of stronger sucking. An orgasm flowed through Carole's body with absolutely heavenly results. Jim was right down there with his nose and his mouth in her gushing wet cunt, giving her such a beautiful sucking and licking that she couldn't be mad at him.

In his excitement he'd pushed his whole cock in her mouth, and as her orgasm flowed and swelled and made her glow with womanly delight, Carole worked her gullet on the knob of his cock, swirled her tongue around its wonderfully hard, hot shaft, and strained very hard at the bonds at her wrists so she could hopefully break free and get her hands on his cock as welt as her mouth.

Carole, writhing and thrashing as much as her bonds would permit her, now drew up her knees. Jim lowered his head between her legs and probed with his tongue in her fuckhole. With his arms wrapped around her thighs, he spread out her very firm cuntlips and reached in with his tongue. The change in his position drew his cock partially out of her mouth, and now she was sucking on the end of it again when he began to turn.

Carole could feel it cumming. He had cum in her twice already, so she was familiar with the throbbings and pulsings of his cock that signaled the start of his creamings. The thought flashed through her mind that now was the time to bite him, but then, that thought departed as his jism flowed into her mouth, salty and sweet, very rich and very warm, and so very delicious she couldn't waste a drop of it.

His jism flowed and flowed, along with Carole's orgasm. While his lips sucked on her clitoris, she sucked just as ardently on his cock. While his tongue lashed her clit, hers flashed over his spurting cock knob. And while he had her body to hold onto as he came, she had his jism to swallow in quantity, and this she did with great gusto till there was no more to come.

His jism glowed warm in her belly. While Jim rested in Ellen's arms, his jism spread its warmth throughout Carole's body. She lay on the bed, basking in it, in a heavenly sort of stupor, more asleep than awake.

"If you can keep up your strength," Ellen said to Jim, "we'll make her forget all about her girl friend Tony."

"I'll sure do my best," Jim said, grinning at his beautiful blonde cousin, who appeared to be sound asleep.

They left the room. Carole had to force her eyes open. She refused to be taken advantage of in this way. She sat up, awkwardly inched her way to the bedside phone, and very laboriously managed to dial Tony's number. Tony answered, and Carole quickly told her about how she was being held prisoner, and she begged Tony to get her out of there.

"Darling, how can I steal you away from your own mother?" said Tony.

"I don't know, but you can't leave me here!"

"I'll see what I can do. Did you get the thousand dollars?"

Carole started to tell her the truth, then said, "Yes, I have it all. Come get me as soon as you can."

"I'll see what I can do," Tony said, and blew Carole a kiss on the phone and hung up. Carole managed to hang up the phone before she collapsed on the bed in a deep sleep.

Jim and Ellen lost count of the number of times he fucked Carole in the next few days. They kept her tied to the broomsticks all the time. Jim would arrive in mid-morning and Ellen would arrange his flowers for him while he did his duties with Carole. He alternated with his cock from her cunt to her mouth to her asshole, resting between each stop, and then going back for more. From time to time he took a turn with Ellen, for the continual fucking and sucking on her bed had her in a constant state of frustration. The heavy sex action took it's toll on Jim, and a few days after Carole's arrival, he appeared at Ellen's door one morning very red-faced, and in the company of his father, Bert.

"What a pleasant surprise," Ellen said, drawing her negligee closed over the very brief panties and bra she had on. "What brings you here to visit me today?"

Bert jerked his thumb in Jim's direction and said, "He told me all about it. I've watched and wondered how he was wearing himself out. This morning when he fell asleep twice during breakfast, I finally got it all out of him."

"All of it?" Ellen said, and Jim shrugged and nodded.

Bert said, "Sis, don't really mind your showing Jim the ropes when it comes to sex. I wish I'd had an older woman to do that for me when I was his age. And I think what you're doing with Carole is just the right thing. Lesbians are the lowest kind of creatures on earth, and someday Carole will thank you for deprogramming her like you're doing."

"I'm amazed at your liberal attitude, Bert. Amazed and very relieved," Ellen said.

"The only problem is," he went on, "how are you going to know when she's through with her lesbianism and really ready to stick to men? If you don't have the answer to that, I do."

Ellen didn't have that answer and she readily agreed to her brother's plan. Ten minutes later he was stealthily entering Ellen's bedroom.

"Uncle Bert!" Carole said, and sat up on the bed.

Her wrists were still bound to the broomstick behind her, and her ankles to the broomstick down below. She was naked, of course, and on one of the pillows of the bed was a stack of the sex picture magazines which Ellen had been using as a supplement in changing her daughter's sexual inclinations. Bert quickly closed the door behind him and went to her and began working at one of the knots on her wrists.

"Jim told me all about what's been going on here," he said. "Ellen's gone out shopping and Jim's waiting in my car. It's terrible what your mother has done to you. I'm going to take you to my house where you can rest for a few days and decide whether you want to prosecute her or just go on your way and forget it."

"I'll never forget what you're doing for me, Uncle Bert. It's terrible being held prisoner. Now I feel like a princess being rescued by a handsome knight." Carole meant what she said. Her uncle was truly a handsome man, and his coming like this was a Godsend to her. The moment one hand was free, she embraced him, and he slipped his big, strong hands around her slim supple waist and warmly and reassuringly patted her there. Gratitude shined in her eyes as she held out her other wrist to him.

"You'll be safe at my house," he said. "I'll see to it that little sex fiend son of mine doesn't bother you. And it'll be a treat for me to have a lady around the house for a little while."

"You've never remarried? I can't understand why."

Bert bashfully grinned as he reached for the knot at one of his niece's ankles, and he said, "I've just never found the right woman for me." He glanced up at her. She was rubbing her wrists with her hands held before her beautifully upright young tits, and Bert said, "And if you don't get some clothes on pretty quick, you're liable to find out why."

Carole looked back at him, puzzled. She glanced at his loins, and her eyes opened wider, for the bulge in the front of his trousers was quite pronounced, and quite large. The sight of his cock bulge and the size of it gave Carole a queasy feeling, though not at all an unpleasant one. She was still looking at it as he freed one of her ankles, and she flexed that leg and continued to rub her wrists. And he kept glancing at her as he fumbled about with the one knot remaining of Carole's bonds.

The bulge in his pants continued to swell. Carole wanted very much to get out of that house she'd been held in, but her fascination for what he had in his pants was consuming her. She had to know just how big her uncle's cock might get.

She reached back behind her and handed him one of the magazines, and said, "They made me look at all sorts of pictures like this. Isn't it awful? I never saw anything like that before in my life."

"Terrible," said Bert as he leafed through the pages, "at least for a girl of your age. But I've got to admit I have a collection of these at my house."

"You must be terribly lonely," Carole said, stroking his shoulder, running her hand over the nape of his neck, inhaling deeply and again getting that queasy feeling at his very masculine scent.

"You'd, uh, better get dressed," said her uncle. "You're in a hurry to get me to your house?" she said with a smile.

"I'll take you right to the bus station if you want. But not like that," he said, nodding at her proudly upright young tits, her smooth, flat belly, the tuft of blonde hair that showed from between her sleek legs.

Carole used Bert as a prop as she got up from the bed. At bedside she staggered and almost fell. "I'm not used to walking. I'll have to limber up a little."

She did a few deep knee bends. She bent over and touched her toes alternately. Bert sat on the edge of the bed, looking from the picture book to her, and she smiled at him in the prettiest of ways when he let the magazine slip from his hands.

"It's one you've already seen, Uncle Bert?"

"No, but it's got nothing in it that can come close to what I'm seeing now. You'd better put on some clothes."

Carole steadied herself with a hand on his knee as she did some more knee bends. Her tits were so firm that, in spite of their admirable size, they hardly jiggled at all as she moved up and down. Her smile was still there as she exercised, facing him with her golden-haired cunt moving up and down. His gaze followed it. She was much more than a beautiful child, and Bert had much more than just her welfare in mind by then.

Carole stopped with her knees deeply bent, and she placed her other hand on her uncle's other knee. Though her body was very womanly, her smile was impishly girlish as she said, "What's that you've got in your pants, Uncle Bert?"

"Never mind. Just put some clothes on."

"But I want to see it," she said, pouting very prettily now, and reaching put with one finger to touch the long bulge in the front of her uncle's pants.

"We'd better go before your mother gets back."

"You can protect me from her," she said, running the tip of her finger up and down that long bulge, and giggling at the way he squirmed and fidgeted.

"Carole, you're making things very difficult for me," he said.

"Hard is the word," she replied and, still giggling, slowly and deliberately drew down the zipper of his pants.

She had trouble in getting his cock out. It was so long and thick that she had to unbuckle his belt. Bert simply sighed in mock resignation and leaned back on the bed, and swallowed a smile of pride when at last his niece freed his cock from his pants.

A very hot, tingling glow suffused Carole when Bert's cock was there before her, naked and huge and hard as could be. Now she was gaping instead of giggling as she beheld it, ten inches of flaming hard cock that looked as big around as her wrist.

"Uncle Bert, it's so hard and hot!" she whispered, curling her fingers around it. It was so hard that it curved back toward his belly in its fully erect condition. It was so hot that she couldn't let go of it.

He made her let go of it. He pried her fingers from around it and excused himself and started to get up from the bed. Alarmed, she asked him where he was going, and he replied, "In the bathroom to do what I can about getting rid of this thing. I can't walk out of here like this."

"No!" Carole cried, and pushed bin back down on the bed. She moved closer between his outspread knees, clasped his huge cock most possessively in her hands, and said, "Masturbation is very bad! Even for grown-up men." Her smile returned. Her hands stroked it gently and lovingly. "But I could take care of it for you."

"We've got to get going," he muttered, but he didn't get up from the bed.

"What a beauty!" said Carole, moving closer still, and smacking a kiss on its great big head. She laughed at the way he gasped, and laughed again as she clasped it to her bosom, held it between her lovely warm tits, and then squeezed her tits closed over it. And with it nestled between her tits, she said, "Is this why you and your wife got divorced? Were you just too big for her?"

He nodded. "That's not all. I'm not like your boys. I'm not like Jim. It takes me a very long time to cum. I'd better go into the bathroom, Carole."

Carole immediately took Bert's cock from between her tits and took it inside her mouth. It made her jaws open wide to do it, but then it felt more than comfortable there as she smiled through her eyes at her uncle and sucked cm the wonderful mouthful.

His flavor was even stronger than his scent had been, and she had loved his scent. The mouth in the end of his cock was large enough for her to slip the tip of her tongue inside it, and there she could taste his first oozings as they came up fresh from his balls. His cock was much too large for Carole to take the whole thing in her mouth as she'd so often done with the cock of his son. This was a cock that was meant for fucking, not sucking, but it thrilled her to suck on the end of a cock that was so big and strong. She was holding it in both hands, and still there was much of its shaft that she wasn't touching. The ridge around its knob was heavy and thick, and she could hook her tonguetip under it and tease him as she sucked. She was breathing faster and faster as she held it and sucked it, watching the smile on his face grow dreamy and lustful as she knelt naked on the floor in front of him. Carole felt just exactly how her uncle looked, both dreamy and lustful, when at last she drew her slick, soft lips off the end of his big, hard cock.

She still held it tightly in both of her hands. She kissed it and hugged it against her cheek, kissed it again and said, "I want to feel it in me, Uncle Bert. I'll never be happy until my Prince Charming puts his cock in my cunt."

"I'm too big for a girl of your age."

"Well never know for sure about that till we try. Let me help you off with your clothes."

Carole had to force herself to let go of his cock long enough to take off his shoes and socks for him. He took off his shirt and stood up, and Carole quickly pulled down his trousers, exposing a pair of balls that made her gasp.

"Uncle Bert, you're built like a bull!" she said. "Just let me touch them a minute. Just let me take those big beautiful balls of yours in my hands."

Carole reached up almost reverently and felt the weight of each one of them in her palms. She had come to greatly enjoy looking at Jim's balls, and kissing them whenever they'd been put within reach of her mouth. Now, with her Uncle Bert, it was as if she was being given a whole new set of sexual organs to use, and those organs were the hands that had been tied behind her back for so long.

The hot, hard feeling of her uncle's cock still lingered in Carole's hands as she now hefted and caressed his big balls. Just above the big globes, heavy hanging in their sac of satiny skin, his cock still stood proudly upright, but his balls were of such magnificent proportions that she could for the moment ignore that vast beauty and devote all her attention to his nuts.

She gently drew them forward, leaned her head back and touched her lips to his balls, and Bert's hand moved toward his cock. She blew, her warm breath in the deep hollow between his balls and his thigh, and he softly moaned and took hold of his cock with his hand. She put her hand on his, staying him, as she burrowed her pursed lips up in the deep dark hollow, inhaling his fragrance and kissing him warmly.

As Carole drew back, all starry-eyed and aglow with a steadily throbbing inward warmth, she eased up her uncle's hand away from his cock and said, "Please, Uncle Bert. Let me take care of that for you." She nuzzled her warm, soft lips all along the hard, pulsing underside of it and said, "I don't think it's too big for me." She took it inside her mouth once again, swirled her tongue all about it and licked up its fresh oozings, and then when she could, she said, "At least let me try."

Bert sat down on the bed. He was sure it was futile for Carole to try to get his cock in her cunt. Since his divorce he had turned to the services of whores for relief, and not all of them would take on a man of his size. But, with her hands and her words and her mouth, Carole was very persuasive, and Bert knew he'd have the strength to stop her if he saw she was going to hurt herself with his cock.

At her urgings, he got in the middle of the bed. She followed right after him, not for a moment letting go of his cock and balls. She got up beside him, all naked and beautiful, all eager and young and very eager to please.

She sat astraddle his thighs, and with his cock in both hands, pressed its hard length against her cunt. It was her cuntlips that kissed it now, and those cuntlips were very warm and wet and clinging.

"I'm sure we can get it in me if I get it all nice and wet," she said, moving her hips forward and back, sliding her juicy wet vulva up and down its underside.

Bert lay back in ail luxury, hands clasped behind his head, gazing lovingly at this girl he had known since she'd been an infant. He'd seen her naked many times then, a soft-skinned cherub of all innocence and laughter. Even now she had a look of innocence about her as she clasped his cock to her moving cunt and sat on his naked lap. Her tits were not to be believed. They looked as if they were made out of her original baby skin, and their nipples though very large and extremely rigid just then, looked every bit as sweet and as delicate as they'd been when she was a baby. But this girl wasn't a baby any mote. Her waist was narrow and her hips were just comfortably wide, there was womanly hair around the cunt that was kissing his cock, and she had a pair of tits that were thrusting out at him.

He reached out and took her tits in his hands, and she smiled in encouragement. They were wonderfully firm and full, and their nipples fit right in the palms of his hands. As he warmly massaged her tits, a lovely, tremor rippled visibly through her young body, and she raised up on her knees and directed the fully engorged knob of her uncle's cock through the lips of her cunt.

She got it lodged against the portals of her cunt, very warm, very wet, and there it stopped.

Bert sighed and said, "I told you I was too big for you."

"That's the trouble with you older men," she said with a smile. "You're too impatient."

"And just what do you know about older men?"

"I'm learning, I'm learning," she said, and continued to smile as she rubbed and pulled his bulbous big cock head against the very tight ring of her fuck hole.

She pulled and she strained. The portals of her cunt were itching like mad, and though the big knob of Bert's cock was helping to assuage that itch, she felt it would never disappear till she had him fully inside her. She had half of his cock knob inside of her cunt, and though it was hurting a little, Carole persisted in pulling him upward and wriggling her cunt down on top of his cock. She'd learned that a little pain very often comes as a prelude to real pleasure, and she knew she'd find more pleasure from this cock than she had ever found with Jim's.

Bert, stroking Carole's legs and watching her increasingly frantic struggles with his cock, said, "It's no use, Carole. Just sit back and let me look at you while I do it by hand."

"OH!" Carole cried, as with a great effort she popped the big knob of his cock up inside her cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she said suddenly, all out of breath and holding onto his cock and squirming about with her hips. It was stretching her cunt to the limit. It was hurting her more than she'd expected, but she was making no move to climb off the mammoth cock whose bulbous end was so tightly wedged in her cunt.

"Honey, I'm going to hurt you, and I sure don't want to do that," said Bert. It felt like a tourniquet had been placed just under the ridge of his cockhead, but the tourniquet was very warm and slick, and he could feel it pulsing with wonderful young life. His niece looked close to fainting. His cock looked grossly obscene and in another way quite beautiful. Seven or eight inches of that thick organ jutted up out of his hairy loins, then disappeared into the very tender flesh between the girl's legs. It was wedged so solidly there it looked as if it would never come out. Carole no longer had to hold it in her hands as she hovered over it, mouth open, eyes half closed, hands clutching at her creamy smooth thighs and hips slowly and constantly gyrating.

Her words came out jerkily as she spoke. "It's all right! It doesn't hurt much at all! Oh-h-h, you're inside me! Oh, what a big, big cock you have! More! I've got to have more of it!" she said.

Still moving her hips, she lowered more of her weight on the big upright pole sticking up in her cunt. She was wincing again and again, and though Bert deplored hurting her in any way, he was so thoroughly fascinated by the slow progress of his cock in her cunt that he couldn't think of stopping her.

"It's so big!" she kept saying, as she kept getting more of it in her. She hadn't gotten it quite wet enough, for there was a great deal of cock for a cunt the size of hers to lubricate. Still and all she got three or four inches of hard, hot man-meat in her cunt before its progress turned in the lips of her cunt and stopped her further process.

"Hold still, darling," said Bert, and gently pried her puffy wet cuntlips out from between his cock and her cunt, while Carole hung over his loins, breathing rapidly and shallowly and arching her hips back and forth.

Bert laid her cuntlips open, and still they clung to the shaft of his cock very tightly. Now at last he could see Carole's clitoris, and as he touched his finger to it, Carole exclaimed, "Oh, Uncle Bert! Uncle Bert, I'm going to cum and I don't want to do it till you do!"

"Take what you can get when you can get it," said Bert, and rubbed her clitoris most warmly.

"Oh! Yes! Oh! Eek! I'm cumming!"

She squealed and moaned and flung her hips about. He kept rubbing her clitoris quickly and lovingly. Her tits and her asscheeks were all aquiver and her orgasming cunt was sucking up more of his cock. Still rubbing his niece's clitoris and feeling some pain himself as the very tight fit engulfed more of his cock, Bert lay back grinning and watching the quivering, jerking contortions of the girl who was sinking lower and lower over his loins.

"All of it! I'm going to get all of it!" Carole triumphantly shouted, as her golden hair merged with the brown hair of her uncle's loins, and her quivering buttocks sat down on his thighs. He took his hand from tier cunt and placed both his hands on her hips, and still the orgasms flowed in her body, from her cunt to her brain and back.

"OH-H-H! OHH-H-H-H-H!" she said, shuddering and quivering everywhere, rocking forward and back on the wonderful thing that was so deep inside her, and moving just an inch of it out of her widely stretched cunt.

"Don't lose it," Bert said with a grin, and pushed it back inside, and by so doing instantly produced a new peak in her orgasms.

"Oh! I just love it!" she cried, trying for more of the same, but far too uncoordinated by the sweeping orgasms in her hotly glowing body.

Bert helped her along. He flexed his hips back against the mattress and shoved upward several times, softly and gently, enough to give them the friction they both had to have now. Those first tiny strokes were laborious, but now as her orgasms flowed, her sweet, fecund juices flowed with them, and his cock slid more easily in her. Bert was fucking her now, inch by inch, and Carole was taking all he could give her with no complaint.

She fell forward against his hairy chest, rode him like a jockey on a horse, while he fed her more and more of his wonderful cock. When she sat up once again, there was a grin on her face, and it still held a great deal of the innocence he'd seen before. She was swaying from side to side now, massaging the very tight walls of her cunt with his cock, and now she lifted her lithe hips and tilted her pelvis repeatedly, massaging the widely stretched portals of her cunt, and feeling hot friction against her clitoris. She was in a rapture of ecstasy, her fine young body all flushed pink with her pleasures with young cunt completely filled with hot cock.

Carole pursed her pretty lips and grinned as she braced her hands against Bert's hard belly and pushed herself up and down on his cock. One inch, then two were sliding in and out of her cunt. She was still cumming, endlessly it seemed, and writhing her naked torso in every direction.

"Let me do the work for a while," Bert said, and eased her over onto her back. There she lay, with her knees up and out, while Bert fed her still more of his cock.

"Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "I love to be fucked, and I've never been fucked like this!"

"You're getting a lot of it now," Bert grunted, with his cock slipping ever more easily through her wonderfully wet, tight cunt.

"I want it all-l-l-l-l-l!" Carole shouted, throwing her legs up high in the air, clawing at his sides with her nails, reaching for his balls with her cunt. "And I want you to cum in me! I want you to cum in me now!"

"I can't cum this soon! I can't! I can't! I can't!" said Bert, not believing it at all as he felt his jism building and bursting.

"Cumin me! Gar-r-rgh, I need it so bad!" Carole growled, and at her call, it came bursting out of him heavily.

He uttered a curse as his jism exploded. His balls gave a surge and it flowed, thick and hot, constricted by the tightness of her cunt, but nevertheless bursting through from his throbbing cock and flooding her tightly filled cunt.

"I can feel it! I can feel your cum in me!" Carole shouted, so loudly that Ellen and Jim opened the door and peeped in.

They saw Bert's big balls swinging and slapping up between Carole's legs, which were now bent around Bert's body, with her heels beating on his back. Bert's cock was driving, sliding, plunging up into her cunt, squelching with their mixed wetness and orgasmic juices, plunging on through the even slicker and wetter portals of Carole's cunt.

Carole's cunt wrung her uncle's balls dry, but it didn't deflate his cock. That was still up as hard as ever when his heavy flowings of jism had ceased and he lay on top of her panting and grinning.

"More!" she said. "More!" She couldn't stop the movement of her hips, couldn't halt the constant reaching of her cunt. Filled with jism as she was, her fine young body demanded all it could get of this magnificent cock.

"Come home with me now and you'll get all you want," said her uncle.

"I want it all now, and then some more later. Roll us over. I want to be on top again. Please, Uncle Bert."

He did as she asked, then lay back glowing with pleasure while he watched his niece exercise her cunt on his cock. It was still up as hard as ever. Perhaps it was that tourniquet effect of her cunt, perhaps it was the marvelous infusion of youth that he felt in her presence, but whatever it was, he wasn't questioning it in any way. His cock was deep in his niece's cunt, and it seemed like exactly the right place for it.

CHAPTER NINE

Ellen and Jim were still watching from the bedroom door. They could clearly see the way Carole's hard asscheeks were squirming on Bert's hairy thighs. A fine film of perspiration now made her pink glowing body sheen, adding still more beauty to her teenaged form.

"I think she's cured of any desire for women," Ellen said with a sigh.

"I'd sure like to get in there and fuck her," said Jim. "Boy, I sure would!"

"You always have me," Ellen purred, massaging his back, and petting his buttocks.

"Uh-huh," said Jim, and still staring at the couple on the bed, he began to take off his clothes.

"I bet you could cum again," Carole said to her uncle.

"I know I can, but not for quite a while."

"I mean now," Carole said, riding him expertly now, and as proud of herself as any blue-ribbon prize-winning equestrienne. "You're going to cum again, Uncle Bert. Soon. I can already feel it starting. And does it ever feel good!"

"You might be right," he said, beaming smiles up at her, feasting his eyes on her wonderfully young and wonderfully active beauty.

It started happening to Carole first. In fact, it had never stopped happening since she'd gotten her uncle's cock into her busy cunt. In one way or another, she'd been cumming continually since that first moment of full insertion, and now as her instincts told her that Bert was going to spurt another load of his jism up in her cunt, her orgasm started to soar once again.

She fell forward against him, belly to belly and tit to chest, and now her compactly round buttocks fairly flew as she worked over his cock with her cunt. This new posture completely exposed her bottom to both of her unseen viewers, and the sight of her vigorously moving asshole was simply too much for young Jim.

He tore his hard cock from the grasp of his aunt and hurried forward, jumped up on the bed and quickly stuck the knob of his cock up his cousin's fair white ass.

"What the hell! You keep out of this!" his father shouted, just a little too late, for the boy on top of the pile of three was fully inside of his cousin's asshole and pumping hard with his cock.

The surprise penetration shocked Carole right up over the brink, and she took off, squealing and shrieking into an orgasm of dazzling proportions. Her orgasmic shrieks in the ear of her uncle, and the suddenly hugely more energetic pumpings and twistings of her cunt on his tightly fitting cock, sent him right along with her. Jism burst forth through his gigantic cock in gigantic amounts, gushing and spurting and spewing up hot in her cunt. She could feel it quite clearly, adding muck to the fire inside her, just as the hard, hot jets of jism were adding to her pleasure from the rear.

The fit for all three was terrifically tight. The friction was building up fiery heat. But the hot slippery jism contributed by father and son kept their two cocks pistoning easily in and out of the two holes of the squealing, writhing, orgasming girl in between them.

Ellen watched the scene in disgust, rubbing her badly itching cunt, and doing herself no good whatsoever. Two cocks in the house, both of them cuming quite hard, and not even an inch of either of them for her. While father and son and cousin writhed about on Ellen's own bed in a hot and naked embrace, she was completely left out of the picture as anything more than a voyeur. And she didn't like that at all.

It took them a while to stop cumming. When Bert's huge orgasm was over, it took him some moments before he regained his anger at Jim's intrusion.

As he started to chastise his son, Carole said, "Please don't be mad at Jim. It was Jim who got me to like fucking to begin with. Can't we just go to your house and talk things over? After all, I've got two perfectly good holes, and both of them like to be fucked."

Bert was feeling too good to argue. And Jim was grinning his boyish grin from ear to ear. He slipped his cock out of Carole's asshole and waited, watching, while Carole whispered things to his father that made the man laugh and hug her. Minutes later, when they left Ellen's house, they seemed like a happy little family, and they seemed in quite a hurry to be on their way to the new life ahead of them.

Ellen sat down on the couch and thought things over. In the past few weeks she had gotten herself used to plenty of sex, and in the past few days she had had her share of disappointment. She had trained Jim in the ways of sex only to have him leave her house, perhaps forever. She had weaned her daughter away from the unnatural life, and now it was Carole who was enjoying the sex that Ellen used to enjoy. And, having discovered what a beautiful big cock her brother possessed, Ellen hadn't even gotten to try it out. She was sure that by using her wiles and guiles she could lure Jim and then Bert into her bed, and she wondered if it was worth it. She should probably start over again with someone new, train a young boy to be her own personal sex slave. Or the simplest thing would be to go to a doctor and have him prescribe tranquilizer pills for her, as most horny women did for themselves. Just then it seemed too much trouble to get up from the couch and telephone for an appointment. Ellen was feeling very sorry for herself when the doorbell rang.

Through her peep hole she saw a tall, buxom woman standing on her front steps. She was quite a good-looking woman, wearing an emerald green business suit, carrying an attache case, and looking as if she had something to sell. She had short, wavy red hair, a long, straight nose, wide, thin lips, and a very strong set to her jaw. She looked to be four or five years older than Ellen. Ellen was just about to turn away from the door and let the woman goon her way, but then on impulse she opened the door and asked if she could help her.

The tall, red-haired woman coolly looked Ellen over. Ellen was already sorry she'd opened the door, for all she had on was a robe, and panties and bra, and the disdainful gaze from her feminine caller made her feel quite uncomfortable. "May I help you?" she asked.

"Ellen Bascomb?" said the statuesque redhead, pronouncing the name in a less than courteous manner.

Ellen squared her shoulders, drew her robe more tightly around her, and glared at the woman as she said, "That's right, and I'm very busy. Please state your business and go."

"I'll leave soon enough, but not without taking your daughter with me," the woman said, and smoothly drew a small, nickel-plated automatic pistol from her purse.

Ellen didn't like guns at all. Instead of slamming the door very quickly, she took two steps backward into her house, staring down in horror at the gun muzzle as the woman came in after her.

It was the red-headed woman who closed, Ellen's door, and then she looked about Ellen's living room, again with great disdain, and said, "Where is it you're keeping Carole?"

"You're Tony!" said Ellen, trying to hold her ground, but still backing up. "You followed her. Or she was able to call you on the phone. Get out of here or I'll call the police."

Pow! Pow! Pow! The pistol sent three of its slugs into the carpet near Ellen's suddenly dancing feet, and without a change of expression, the lesbian said, "Where's Carole?"

"You're too late! She's gone! Far away! To a normal life! Please don't shoot me!" said Ellen, almost wetting her panties in her shock and fright.

"We'll see about that. Show me through this house. Move!" she said, and punctuated the command with another shot from her pistol. Ellen squealed in her fright once again and clutched at her belly and staggered backward.

Fighting for control of her fear-weakened bladder all the way, Carole showed the sneering woman through her house. She knew very well the shots wouldn't be heard by her neighbors, and even if they were, the housewives wouldn't come to aid. With the gun at her back, she finally led the way into her bedroom, there to be confronted with the damning evidence of the broomsticks and Carole's bonds, and the sex magazines scattered over the bed.

Coolly smiling, still very much in control of her pistol, the tall red-haired woman flipped through one of the magazines, tossed it aside and said, "So this is where you held her prisoner. What a disgusting mother you are."

"I did it for her own good! Please go. She wants nothing to do with you now."

"I'll have to hear that from her. And she's got some money for me."

"The thousand dollars? I never had any intention of giving it to her, but I'll give it to you if you go now and don't come back."

The woman sneered and looked Ellen up and down, disrobing her with her homosexual gaze, and though Ellen stood proudly and tall before her, hot shame suffused her body. "I might stay for a while," said Tony. "Rest up for a couple of days."

"You will not! I won't permit it!"

"Where's your bathroom? I have to take a piss."

She took off her jacket and dumped it and her attache case on Ellen's bed. At gunpoint, Ellen led the way into her bathroom. There, standing before Ellen's toilet, she unzipped the side fastening zipper of her tight green skirt. It was quite a tight skirt, and though she squirmed her broad hips this way and that, she couldn't quite push it down.

"Help me off with it," she said. "I've been stifling inside it, and I want to pee in comfort."

With the gun pointed at her, Ellen had no choice at all but to get down on her knees before the towering, red-haired lesbian and work the tight skirt down over her hips. Quaking with fear, Ellen sat back on her heels while the woman stepped out of her skirt. Now she was clad in high heels and dark nylons, a garter belt and tight, gauzy black panties, and a dazzling white blouse that was cut in the fashion of a man's dress shirt, complete with long shirt tails. Her skin, Ellen saw, was milk-white.

"You'll have to take down my panties, too," said the unwelcome visitor.

Ellen started to protest, looked at the unwavering gun, and leaned forward and gingerly pulled down at the very tight garment.

It was only then, at the very close range, that Ellen realized how powerfully the woman was built. Though her hips were wide, they were thoroughly muscular, with none of the flab to be expected on the hips of a woman that age. Though her thighs were entirely feminine in their every contour, and though they were very soft and smooth to the touch, they were solidly packed with muscle. Still breathless and quaking with fear, Ellen wormed and peeled and worked down the tight black panties, gasping aloud, when she'd bared the lesbian's loins, for they were hairless and brazenly thrusting forward from between her powerful thighs, a broad vee-shaped pillow of flesh that was deeply split down the middle.

The woman smiled and brushed manicured fingers over the hairless mound, saying, "I had it all removed. My girls seem to like it very well this way."

"Your girls," Ellen said sarcastically, though her voice threatened to falter. "You ought to be ashamed of what you do to those girls."

The lesbian chuckled, pointed the gun at her cunt, and said, "Kiss it."

Ellen thought she might faint as she leaned forward to do as she'd been ordered. Her bladder was bursting, her head was reeling, and her gorge was rising at the powerful, sex-sweaty smell radiating out from those big, bald loins. Still she managed to touch her lips to the hairless mound and sit back on her heels once again.

She had a close, almost straight-on view of that weird, hairless cunt as the lesbian worked her panties down over her nyloned legs and high heels. She saw it from a different angle, saw its fat fleshy lips as the woman sat down on her toilet with her legs opened out obscenely wide. She saw the pee gush from her cunt, and as it did, such a pang seized Ellen's cunt that she had to clench her fists over her loins.

"Ah-h-h," said the seated lesbian, gushing and pissing and clattering into the bowl while Ellen fought for her self-control. The smell of her pee and her cunt was strong, and in Ellen's cramped condition, almost unendurable.

After what seemed like a very long time, the lesbian's peeing stopped. She leisurely blotted herself dry and flushed the toilet, and that noise added still more to Ellen's anguished discomfort. The redhead loomed toweringly high over the kneeling brunette as she rose.

"Do you have to go, too?" she said. "Do know, while I can keep an eye on you."

Ellen nodded. "I've got to go very badly. But… but please don't watch."

The lesbian laughed. Then she held out her hand, and Ellen meekly took it and was helped to her feet, for her knees felt so weak she could not have stood up by herself.

She stepped toward that very beckoning toilet, and a hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Please!" Ellen murmured, and she was turned about to face the grinning redhead.

The lesbian peeled Ellen's robe down over her shoulders, nodded at what she saw, and gave Ellen's left tit a warm squeeze that made Ellen gasp and give a start.

"Very nice," said the lesbian, and peeled Ellen's bra strap down over her shoulder, pulled down the bra cup, and bared Ellen's tit. "Just as nice as your daughter's, but not so firm and young."

Tears welled up in Ellen's eyes and overflowed down her burning cheeks. The lesbian's hand went on fondling and squeezing her naked tit. "Please!" Ellen murmured again. "Just let me go to the bathroom!"

"You can go soon enough. First let me see if you can kiss as well as your daughter does."

Ellen's chin was tilted up by the grinning lesbian. The wide mouth that had kissed a thousand cunts was brought down on hers, and there in her bathroom with every ounce of her cuntal muscles straining to hold in her urine, Ellen allowed the long, snakelike tongue of the lesbian to penetrate through her lips and tangle with hers. The tears were still flowing freely down her cheeks when the lesbian ended the kiss.

"You're a cold fish, but you've got possibilities. Yes, I might stay here with you for a few days. Let's see what kind of a body you've got," the lesbian said. She set her gun on the sink and proceeded to strip Ellen naked.

Ellen stood there and took it. With bet face in her hands, sobbing, she let the lesbian take off her robe and unhook her bra and when the lesbian knelt to strip off Ellen's panties, Ellen was too demoralized to even try to reach for her gun. She just stood there sobbing and quaking while the lesbian explored her body with her hands and commented on what she found.

"Very nice tits for a woman your age, but you're entirely too flabby. You need exercise, and plenty of it. You should run every day. You'd be surprised how it would improve your sex life, if you have one. Nice cunt," said the lesbian, running her hand between Ellen's legs, making her gasp through her sobs. "Yes, you have possibilities. Now give me another kiss, and make it a good one, and then you can take a nice, long pee."

Desperate by then, Ellen slung her arms about the neck of the taller woman and kissed her flush on the mouth. It was an open-mouthed kiss and quite an ardent one, with no possibility of pretense for Ellen that she was kissing a man, for the lesbian's huge tits were pushing against hers very warmly. Ellen was dizzy enough to stagger backward when the kiss ended, but Tony stopped her and lifted the seat of the toilet.

"I have to sit down an that cold porcelain?"

"You have to stand up," said the lesbian, and got down on one knee before Ellen.

Ellen was sobbing bitterly as she backed up and stood astraddle the toilet. She was miserable and humiliated, naked and utterly defenseless, and with such a full bladder that she was in pain. And now she couldn't go. She'd held it in too long, her cunt muscles were contracted and she wasn't at all used to having someone watch while she peed. Too weak to hold herself up, she put her hands on the commode behind her, tried her best to relax, and gasped with relief as at last her hot urine gushed and flowed.

The relief was a very real form of ecstasy, and then that was sharply altered when Ellen felt Tony's hand reach up between her legs and squeeze her hotly gushing cunt.

"Don't!" Ellen cried. The lesbian laughed and rubbed Ellen's piss up against her cunt, sloshing and splashing it all between her legs, and Ellen started cuming.

"Please! Please stop it!" Ellen wailed, twisting about and hanging onto the commode behind her, quite unable to stop her peeing and unable to stop her totally unexpected orgasm.

"Feel good?" said the kneeling lesbian, slapping and rubbing the piss up between Ellen's widely parted legs.

"Please! Please! Please!" Ellen loudly sobbed, as her orgasm rose from her cunt to the roots of her hair, frightening in its intensity, frightening from its source.

The peak of it lasted till Ellen's bladder was empty. It still tingled strongly through her, weak and exhausted as she was, when the beautiful redhead who had brought it on stood up to face her.

"Answer me. Did that feel good?"

"I hated it! I hate you!" Ellen sobbed, but she was crushed in the powerful velvety arms of the lesbian and very forcefully kissed on the mouth, forcing her orgasm back into life.

It surged and roared through Ellen's body with such pervading intensity that she had to hold onto the lesbian. She clung to the beautiful woman and kissed her with utmost ardor, and now she was clinging to the orgasm, too, for there was no way in the world to fight it. It swept almost audibly through her, while the lesbian thrust her broad thigh against Ellen's wet-haired cunt, and while she held Ellen's chin with a hand that was wet with her urine.

Tony backed off, looked blazingly deep in. Ellen's eyes and said, "Now tell me! Did that feel good?"

Still tingling hot with orgasm, panting and slack-jawed, Ellen nodded her head.

"There's the hand that did it," said Tony, and brushed her wet fingers over Ellen's trembling lips. "Kiss it and thank it, and maybe there'll be more."

"Thank you. Thank you," Ellen whispered, kissing those pissy wet fingers, weeping silently now, and shamefully yearning for one more touch of that hand right now.

CHAPTER TEN

Tony pushed Ellen away and washed her hands in the sink. Naked and quite dazed, Ellen was left to sway back and forth on her heels while she watched the big, beautiful lesbian who had so easily invaded her house and her privacy. Anger tried to stir in Ellen's dazzled, glowing body and she thought about reaching for the woman's gun. But now Tony turned with a warm washcloth in her hand, and brought on dynamic and forceful surges of wholly unnatural lust by efficiently washing Ellen's cunt and thighs.

"I'm hungry and thirsty," said Tony, and turned to leave the bathroom, and the gun was forgotten as Ellen followed meekly behind the pair of big, rolling, back-thrusting buttocks that showed from above the tops of the lesbian's nylons and from below the tail of her mannish white shirt.

"You can stay, if you want," Ellen said in the kitchen, while the redheaded lesbian drank deeply from a bottle of orange juice.

Tony set the bottle back in the refrigerator, closed the door and turned to Ellen, grasping Ellen's arms. "I know that, Ellen. I can do anything I want wilt you. Can't I?"

Ellen bit her lower lip and nodded. The lesbian laughed and kissed her, then went to a kitchen chair and sat down. She patted her nyloned knee and said, "Come and sit down here and tell me about yourself, Ellen."

Ellen was never more aware of her nakedness than just then. And never more proud of the figure she had to offer to this strangely and powerfully compelling woman. Tony had her sit down astraddle her very warm thigh, and the moment Ellen's cunt kissed the thigh of the lesbian those orgasmic tinglings started surging and flowing a-n.

"So tell me about your sex life, Widow Bascomb. Carole's told me you live all alone, an odd sort of situation for as pretty and warm-blooded as you are."

Ellen's very wet cunt was mashed down on the welt of the woman's hose, tautly stretched over her broad, tapered thigh. Her cuntlips were split apart, her clitoris was kissing the nyloned leg, and her hands were clutching at the naked thigh of the lesbian beauty for support. She had only sampled the lesbian embrace in the past. Now it was rising in waves through her naked body, compelling her to do as she was told or suffer through the most acute frustration she had ever known.

"I've been… playing around with him."

"Playing around?" said the smiling redhead, hands on Ellen's naked hits, firmly and gently moving her on her thigh.

"I taught him to fuck. It taught him to get down on his knees and kiss my cunt every time I snapped my fingers at him," Ellen blurted, squirming her cunt on Tony's thigh, clutching harder at the softer flesh higher up. "I trained him like a dog, and he loved it! But now he's gone."

Tony shrugged and massaged Ellen's thighs, moved her manicured thumbs so close to her cunt that Ellen thought she might faint. "Oh, he'll be back. I know something about young boys, and I know he'll be back."

"You know something about girls, too," Ellen said. She squeezed her thighs very tightly on Tony's, recharging her hot, electric tinglings. "And you know quite a lot about women."

"Indeed I do." Tony reached up and fondled Ellen's tits softly. Then she plucked at each nipple quite sharply, eliciting a sharp gasp and orgasmic jolt in the brunette, and she said, "I've had a good time with my girls. The money's not bad, but I spend it as fast as it comes in. I like my girls to wear pretty things. But they're all very empty headed, my band of homeless girls, and all they think about is sex."

"I can see why," Ellen said, tilting her pelvis backward, pressing her clitoris against Tony's thigh and shivering hotly all over. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known in my life."

"But you don't know me yet," said the lesbian, and began to open her blouse.

Ellen pushed her hands aside and did it for her. Still slack jawed and panting. Ellen fumbled each button open and bared Tony's huge, bra-covered tits. She ground and squeezed her cunt on Tony's leg while she handled and mauled those big tits, and as she peeled a bra strap down over Tony's big shoulder, the beautiful redheaded lesbian thrust out her tongue and waggled it at Ellen.

It was an inordinately long tongue. Ellen found that out the moment she closed with her mouth on Tony's, sucking more of her tongue into her mouth, feeling it probing on down through her guts and into her cunt. Tony's tongue wriggled in from above, Ellen's clitoris wriggled up from below, and Ellen clung hard to Tony's tits and mouth and started cumming again.

"Feeling good now?" Tony murmured, tickling the corners of Ellen's panting mouth with her tonguetip.

"Feeling beautiful! You're beautiful!" Ellen exclaimed, squirming cunt and mauling tit and breathing in perfumed breath.

Tony pushed back the orgasming woman, slowly peeled down a bra cup and exposed an enormous, boldly thrusting tit, complete with a brilliant pink nipple that stuck out for more than an inch.

"Kiss-kiss. Suck-suck," she purred, plucking at her nipple with a thumb and a dainty forefinger.

Ellen ducked down and devoured her nipple. She was still cumming, cumming in a beautiful way, with no hurry at all about it and no end at all in sight.

"That's very nice, Ellen," said Tony, stroking her head, tousling her long black hair. "I suppose you've had lots of experience sucking on cocks. Cock-sucking women, I've found, make for very nice female companions."

Ellen held the fat tit in both hands and sucked on its turgid nipple. Her cunt was now down close to Tony's knee, and still steadily grinding its very wet way through her orgasms. She sucked and licked on that enormous big beautiful tit, backed off panting to stab and swirl the hard nipple with her stiffened tongue, then looked up at the smiling lesbian and spoke.

"I want to kiss your cunt."

"I had to force you before."

"Please, Tony. Please, pretty Tony. Please let me kiss your cunt!"

Tony smiled and nodded. Ellen rasped her cunt off the nyloned knee and knelt between the parting legs of the lesbian, and there she spread out the fat, frilly cuntlips and looked inside.

"You're so wet and so pink and you smell so good! And your clit! Tony, it's enormous!"

"Nothing small about me," Tony said, and tugging at Ellen's hair, she drew Ellen's hot mouth to her much hotter cunt.

With a hot, stiffened tongue, Ellen stabbed through the juicy ripe slit and licked it all over. Tony uttered a gutsy sigh and lifted one leg and placed her heel on the edge of the kitchen chair. Crouching on the floor, Ellen smacked hot kisses all through the gushy wet cunt she'd been offered, pushing Tony's big legs even wider apart, still roaring and surging inside with her weird and wonderful pleasures. Those pleasures surged higher at the anguished tone in Tony's throaty voice.

"Ellen, do you want to make me cum? If you do, just keep it up. Oh, baby, you've got a good mouth. It's as good as some of the mouths of my girls. Keep it up, darling. Suck on my clitoris, lick it. And open your legs so I can get to your cunt."

Just then, the pointed toe of Tony's high-heeled shoe seemed as good as Jim's cock had ever been. Ellen clamped her legs tight on it and felt it burrow up against her aching clitoris while she ardently sucked on the clit of the lesbian Amazon. Ellen was cumming again, but now she held it in control, needing to see all she could of the lesbian's orgasm.

"Oh, God!" Tony explosively said, thrusting up with her big, bald cunt, squirming her big naked buttocks on the seat of the kitchen chair.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out, dragging Ellen's head harder still between her legs, clutching and mauling at her naked tit, and screwing up her beautiful face into an even more beautiful mask of unholy lust.

"Eat cunt and cum! Eat cunt and cum!" Tony howled, rocking the walls with her shouting, rocking the chair with her hot gyrations, and rocking and rolling Ellen to an almost equally frenzied orgasm with the point of her shoe and the scene she presented to Ellen.

Ellen slashed all up and down though the lesbian's big cunt with her tongue, kissed it all over again, while the lesbian sighed and relaxed. Ellen's face was all wet from Tony's richly scented cunt juices and her thighs were all wet with her own cunt juices when Tony leaned forward, smiling, and pushed her back from between her legs.

"Very nice. You made me feel good," Tony purred, and kissed Ellen with sudden fierce, probing ardor, making Ellen helplessly peak once again.

"I want more," Ellen said when she could. "Tony, I can't get enough of you."

"Have you a bed?" Tony asked, and helped the young widow to her feet.

With an arm about Ellen's waist, Tony propped her up as they passed back through the living room, past the bullet holes in the floor. Ellen clung to the big, powerful, yet wonderfully soft and feminine body of the lesbian as at bedside, Tony opened up her attache case.

It held an assortment of dildos, very efficient looking devices, very mean-looking plastic cocks. Ellen drew back as Tony took out a very long white one, tapered at both ends.

Tony poked Ellen with it, laughed at the way Ellen cringed, and said, "It's nothing to be afraid of, dear. All my girls are in love with them, though they do take a bit of getting used to. Sit here on the bed and watch while I demonstrate. As you might have guessed by now, in addition to the rest of my weaknesses, I'm something of an exhibitionist."

Tony got up in the center of the big bed. Ellen sat down on a corner of it. The powerfully proportioned redhead grinned at Ellen as she raised her nyloned knees and dug her heels into the bed, exposing the large, lividly red cunt Ellen had just kissed and licked with such unbridled ardor. The super-long dildo lay between Tony's parted legs, pointing at her cunt. Tony picked it up and twisted it in her hands, demonstrating its flexibility. Ellen shivered as Tony touched one tapered tip of it to her cunt.

"Ah-h-h-h," said Tony, sliding it in, drawing it out, sliding it in much farther.

"Yes. Yes-s-s-s," Tony said, easing it in and out through her clinging wet cuntlips and grinning lasciviously at Ellen. "Don't look so shocked. Believe me, all my girls love them."

"What… kind of girls is it you find?" Ellen said, edging closer to the lesbian on her bed.

"Oversexed ones. Adventurous ones," Tony said, sliding the dildo in and out of her cunt with one hand, massaging her upraised thighs with the other. "Girls like your daughter. Girls like you used to be. Come closer. Try it out. There's still an end of it free."

Ellen sat down facing Tony. Tony let go of the dildo and leaned back on her hands, working her big buttocks on the bed, making the other end of the false cock move toward Ellen. Ellen moved closer to it, heaved a shuddering sigh, and took the long, slimly tapered thing in her hands.

"That's it, darling," Tony encouraged. "Oh, you're such a pretty thing, and you're so much in need of a good time with me. Just put the very tip of it in your pretty cunt, pretty Ellen. I'll do what I can to help you in with the rest of it."

Once again, Ellen did as she was told. Her tip of the double-ended dildo was placed in the portals of her cunt, all open and pink, all surrounded with wet, matted black hair, and she sighed and leaned back on her hands.

Tony inched toward her on her buttocks, squirmed forward, pushing the dildo before her, working it into Ellen's cunt.

"Stop me when you've had enough," Tony said with a grin. "If you ever do."

A blush came to Ellen's cheeks and now it was she who inched forward, mimicking Tony in the shifting, moving of her hips.

There was still a foot of the thing in between the two worked-up women when Tony stopped moving forward. Ellen's end of the dildo was comfortable in her cunt, not too large, and tapered so that it fit her very nicely. Through the length of the long plastic thing, Ellen could feel each small movement of Tony's big body, and she could clearly smell their mixed scents and see every bit of this flagrantly oversexed woman before her.

"Now move it a little," Tony said. "Just reach down and move it between us."

Ellen reached down and gently closed her hand around it, pushed it an inch in Tony's direction, and drank in Tony's small gasp of delight. She drew the thing back inside herself and pushed it into Tony's cunt again, and thrilled at the way Tony moved her hips and said, "I want more!"

Ellen's end of the thing touched her cervix, and she flinched before she pushed it deep into Tony's wide open cunt, making Tony moan with evil delight. And now it was Ellen who grinned because for a change, she was in charge of this woman who had so completely dominated her since she'd entered her house.

"Feeling good?" Ellen said, still moving the dildo, still sliding it in and out of their cunts.

"Better all the time!" Tony murmured through her red-lipped smile.

"Lean forward so I can get to your tits."

Now it was Tony who did as she was told. Now it was Tony who was slack-jawed and heavy-lidded as with one hand, Ellen roughly pulled her bra cups aside.

"Your tits are too big," Ellen said, plucking and tweaking sharply at Tony's gorgeous big nipples, pushing the dildo deeper in Tony's wet cunt. "You're built like a cow. Your tits are enormous. Is that from making all those girls you pick up suck on them?"

"Yes! Oh, God!" Tony muttered. "Keep playing with 'em! Keep our beautiful dildo fucking us!"

"Your tits are so big you could suck them yourself. Is that what you do when you're alone, without any teenaged girls to pick up and fuck with this dirty dildo?"

"Yes!" Tony panted. "Yes, that's what I do."

Ellen pinched Tony's nipple hard enough to make the lesbian cry out, then released it and said, "Let's see you do it! Let's see you suck on your tit! Do it, Tony! Do it or I'll stop fucking you!"

Tony grabbed one big tit in both hands and lifted it to her open mouth. She sucked on its nipple loudly and wetly and with obvious gusto, looking lasciviously at Ellen's bare tits as she did.

Ellen looked down at herself. Her tits, though smaller than Tony's, were just as stiff-nippled, and they were softly and steadily jouncing and bouncing with the reflected action of the dildo she was pistoning between them. Ellen suddenly realized her cunt felt on fire, but that more than anything else in the world, she had to suck on her tit. She let go of the dildo and grabbed her tit, as Tony had, and now both of them were sucking on tit while their hips moved, the dildo between them.

Ellen shrieked and let go of her tit as Tony pushed forward, driving the dildo deep in her guts. Tony was panting and cumming triumphantly as she grabbed Ellen's tits with both hands and forced her to cum with her, and now the young widow and the red-haired lesbian writhed on the bed in an orgy of orgasm.

They shoved and they squirmed and they fucked ever closer, until their clits were mashed together. Mauling and clawing at each other's tits, they made the mutual orgasm explode, and Tony demanded still more of the widow, and got it.

"Do you like dildos now? Do you? Answer me!"

"Yes! Tony, I love it! Fuck me, please fuck me forever!"

"I want you to come with me, Ellen! Ah-h-hgh, you're a woman who can cum just as hard as I can! You're coming on the road with me, helping me pick up young girls and fuck them! You are! Tell me you are!"

"Anyplace! Anywhere you go!" Ellen cried, deeply impaled by the dildo, clutching at gorgeous big tits and cumming insanely.

"Yes!" said the lesbian in triumph, and shoved the dildo still deeper in Ellen's cunt, then climbed off her end of the thing.

"Don't leave me!" Ellen wailed. "It's no good without you!"

"Yes, it is," Tony said. "And I'm going to get something better."

Ellen sat on the bed, frantically frigging herself with the dildo, and watching wide-eyed as Tony took an even larger one out of her attache case. This one was immense, even bigger and fatter than Bert's big cock. Tony let it lay on the bed where the panting and orgasming and steadily fucking Ellen could look at it while she stripped off her blouse and brassiere. Now all she had on was her heels and her hose and her garter belt, all black, and to this ensemble she added the dildo, as black as could be.

"It's too big!" Ellen said, stopping with the double-ended dildo, watching in mixed horror and fascination while the big, powerful woman efficiently strapped the enormous plastic cock around her waist and her thighs.

"I think you'll get used to it. Lie down. Take that thing out of your cunt. And you'd better put a pillow under your ass."

"Tony, you'll tear me wide open!" Ellen protested, even as she was doing exactly what Tony had told her, even as Tony advanced on her knees on the bed with that gigantic false cock jutting out from her sleekly powerful hips.

"Baby, it's all right," Tony said, lying on top of Ellen, kissing her, soothing her, playing lovingly with her tits, though the gigantic dildo pressing against Ellen's loins did little to help in the soothing process. "Open your pretty legs wide, darling. It might hurt a little at first."

"Do you… use such a big one on all your girls?" Ellen asked, wincing sharply as the tip of it was inserted in her ceaselessly burning cunt.

"Only on special ones like you. Be sure and stop me if you've had enough."

"Oh, no! It feels fine! Oh-h-h-h, God, it's such a big one!"

"And you've got only half of it… in you! Do you want me to stop it now? Do you?" Tony demanded, shoving and pushing and feeding Ellen more plastic cock.

"All of it! My God, I wish it was more! Yes, I'll go on the road with you! As long as you fuck me like this – Yeek! – every night! I'll help you pick up your girls! I'll help you seduce them and fuck them! But I've got to have cock like you've got in me! I've got to be fucked like this!!!"

Tony had driven Ellen off the pillow with her hard, powerful fucking. She was sweating with effort and with the orgasms bursting all around her. She'd never used this particular dildo before. It was strictly a showpiece, a threat she used on her girls to get them to submit to a smaller plastic cock. And now this young widow was taking it all and begging for more, and Tony was giving her all she had and cuming like crazy.

They rolled all about on the bed, the big black cock plunging again and again into Ellen's red cunt, the base of that cock rubbing hard against Tony's big clitoris. Ellen was screaming and shouting with her orgasms. Tony was grunting and sweating with hers. Tony fucked her till one of the straps broke, then rolled over on her back, exhausted, with Ellen panting there at her side.

It took a long time for their breathing to even out, and when it did, they were holding hands.

"Do you really want to come with me, Ellen?"

"Yet I've been going out of my mind with boredom here. My nephew Jim cured that for a while, but now I'm ready for bigger things. I'll help you with your girls. And I'll share your bed every night you'll let me."

Tony rolled over and kissed Ellen. She backed off and smiled and said, "I've been thinking it was time to settle down in one place for a while, but now I see that was wrong."

They kissed again, and while they were kissing, the doorbell rang. "You'd better answer it," Tony said. "Someone might have heard the noise we made fucking and be worried about you."

"Come with," said Ellen, and Tony did so.

Giggling like girls, they headed back through the living room.

"My cunt's so sore I can hardly touch it," said Ellen.

"Like I said, you need more exercise. But not with this for a while," said Tony, and took off the outlandish big dildo and tossed it aside.

Still hand in hand, they continued on to the front door, where Tony peered out through the peephole. "It's a boy," she reported. "Quite a handsome one, with an armload of flowers."

"That's my nephew, Jim. His father must have made him leave the house for a while. Ignore him and he'll go away."

With her eye still glued to the peep hole, Tony sighed and said, "He reminds me of a boy I knew in school, completely in love with me till I grew to be taller than he was. I wish we could let him in for a moment."

Ellen promptly elbowed Tony aside and opened the door. Some flowers dropped from Jim's arms and he was gaping widely as he entered, for there before him were two wild and wildly sexy women. His Aunt Ellen was naked, the hair of her head in wild dismay, and the hair of her cunt closely matted down. There were bruises on her tits and her arms and her thighs, and he'd never seen her looking sexier. And beside her was something that dazzled him even more.

She had to be six feet tall, and she surely outweighed him. Her close-cropped red hair looked very windblown and her crooked smile was both frightening and inviting as she gazed down on him. Her tits were huge, one of them making two of Ellen's, and each of them thrusting straight out at him at the level of his chin. Her waist was slim, her hips were very wide but somehow compact, perhaps from the effect of her tight black garter belt. Her nyloned legs were perfectly contoured and surely twice as big as any of the legs of the girls at school he admired, and her cunt didn't have a single hair upon it. Quite stunned by what he beheld, flowers were tumbling down from his arms as the redheaded giantess, smiling still, firmly closed the door behind him. Still stunned, he automatically started taking off his clothes.

"You've trained him well," said Tony.

Ellen nodded. "Of course. Jim, what are you doing here? Where's Carole and your father?"

"Huh? At home in bed. He kicked me out. Are you going to kick me out, too?" he said, straightening up from the removal of his shoes and socks.

Tony pinched his cheek and got his full attention. She peeled back the foreskin of his stiff-standing cock, and said with a shrug. "It's not very big, but at least it's among the living. Would you be a very good boy if we let you stay here, Jim?"

"The very best!" he eagerly said. "Just ask Auntie Ellen… I always do what I'm told!"

Ellen placed her hand before Jim's face and snapped her fingers, then pointed down toward the hairless cunt of her very best friend. "We may not be here long," she said, as Jim quickly dropped to his knees and placed kisses on Tony's cunt that made her raise her eyebrows. "But you may stay and help keep us entertained while we're here."

The ardor of Jim's hot kisses increased. Tony sighed and clasped his hot cheeks in her hands, and said, "Let's talk it over some more later, Ellen. I think I would like to settle down here for a while."

The doorbell rang again. Ellen looked out through the peep hole and saw her neighbor, Lorraine Best, a very comely blonde housewife with a figure Ellen had always admired. Ellen shrugged and opened the door, smiled from behind it as she looked out and greeted the smiling woman.

"Hi, Lorraine. What can I do for you?" said Ellen, quite brazenly looking her up and down, and liking what she saw.

Lorraine kept her smile engaged with Ellen's as she bent down and picked up a flower. And, as she handed the flower to Ellen, she warmly said, "I've noticed a boy delivering these to you every day. I've been wondering if I could get the same sort of deliveries myself, and so had my neighbor, Cathy Riley."

"Oh? The tall, slim lady with the long brown hair?"

"Yes. The one with the husband who's gone so much of the time. Cathy?" she called, and that housewife rather timidly appeared from around Ellen's hedge. Lorraine went on, saying, "Cathy noticed a very striking, tall, red-haired woman knocking at your door a few hours back. Cathy's shy, but she likes to meet new lady friends like that, so I suggested we drop over. Are we intruding?"

"Not at all," Ellen said, and swung the door open wide.

Both ladies gasped, and Lorraine took a small step forward. Cathy took a step back, then followed her friend to the threshold of Ellen's door. Cathy's gaze lingered on Ellen's naked body, while that of Ellen was fixed on the couple behind her.

Jim was up on his feet and being very warmly embraced by Tony. He was up on his toes, in fact, and his hard cock was reaching up so the end of it was hidden between the fat lips of Tony's bald cunt. Tony was kissing and hugging the boy with such fervor that at first neither one of the two noticed the company Ellen had. When they did, Jim tried to break away, but Tony held him strongly in her arms.

She smiled at the two smiling women, and she held Jim's hotly wriggling body more closely still against her as she said, "So nice to see you, ladies. I'd shake hands, but as you see, my hands are full. But perhaps Ellen could entertain you now and we could get to know each other better later. Is that all right with you, Ellen dear?"

"Nothing would please me more," said Ellen, holding her hands out to both of them. "Won't you join me in the bedroom, girls? I'm sure we can find something entertaining there."

Content

Jerry Milner
Depraved aunt

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN