Chapter 5
"Okay," she said haughtily. "And the first thing you can do is clean me. Here, in my cunt. With your tongue, of course! Lick the juices away. Go ahead."
Jesse looked at her cunt. "God, you have a gorgeous cunt, Aunt Susan! I really mean it! It's so smooth and-well, it just looks great!"
"Now stop buttering me up and start eating my cum. Right?"
"Right" Jesse smiled, and he bent over into his aunt's lap. He opened her cunt, his fingers doing all the work, while she lay back relaxing, and he started to lap up the milky fluid which coated the folds and recesses of her pussy. His tongue was agile and learning a little bit more each time it worked its way through Susan's twat. After a few moments of being licked, she wasn't exactly relaxing. She had her hand on his head and she was trying to drown him in her snatch. He didn't fight back. He just kept licking away, poking into her hole every now and then, with a rhythmic persistence that activated Susan's cunt. She felt the soft heaving inside her body, the tingles that informed her she would soon be ready for more. As if she wasn't always ready for more!
She tastes a hell of a lot better than Darlene, Jesse thought. Her cum is like sweet hot milk on my tongue. I can't get enough of it. I wonder if I can lick her and make her cum again, spurt more of that juicy stuff, right into my mouth this time. I'll suck her dry. I really will. Queer, huh? I'll show this fucking world who's queer! Maybe she'd suck my cock. Really suck it, not just play around like she did before. Take it deep in her mouth and suck it. Maybe she'll give my ass a tongue job. Maybe ... maybe ... oh, the hell with maybes! I'm gonna get it all! I really am! Aunt Susan is gonna let me fuck her and I'm gonna be good! I'm a man. I'm all man, and I'm going to prove I'm all man.
But for the moment, it was pleasant enough eating Aunt Sue's open cunthole. He wondered if he should keep on calling her Aunt. Like, after what they'd just done, and what they were gonna do. He didn't care. He'd call her anything she wanted, if she just let him stick his hot cock into that sucking mouth of pleasure between her sweet long legs.
He dipped his tongue into her, pushed it deeply, felt the marvelous agility of her cunt muscles, the way they rippled with his licking, the way they seemed to pull him deeper and deeper into her hot sticky tunnel. He looked up. Susan was panting, her face a little flushed, and she was gripping her tits very tightly, the nipples standing up like little brown flagpoles that only needed Old Glory tied to their erect tips to complete the picture.
"You taste good," he said. "Really good. It's like-almost like wine, you know, the kind that's flavored with fruit and shit?
"Strawberry douche," Susan purred, writhing a little on the bed. "Makes all the difference in the world. Sometimes I use grape or lemon or mint, but everyone says strawberry tastes best. Oh, Jesus, will you bring that thing up here? I can see it sticking up and I think your cocknob is glowing. Come on. Sit up. Now let me at it. Mmmmm, yeah, that's just right." She had him by the cock as he sat on his heels and her hand moved up and down him in languid but meaningful strokes.
Jesse looked down and saw that moisture had leaked from the head of his dick, coated the purplish, bruised-looking cock. Even as he watched, a little bubble of cum formed in the slit at his tip. Aunt Susan saw it too, and she squeezed his cock. The bubble grew larger. She stared at it, licking her lips, and then she licked him. When her tongue came away, that bubble of semen was a glistening drop of white cream on the very tip of her tongue. She pulled it back into her mouth and made a face of concentration as she tested the flavor.
"Oh, Christ," she said, grinning up at Jesse, and then she was on it, on his cock, thrusting her mouth down around it, swallowing him as deeply as she could and sucking furiously at every inch of cock that entered her bottomless mouth. Jesse groaned, grabbed her head and thrust into her. He looked down in amazement. Her lips were almost touching his nuts. The hairs that grew around the base of his cock-they were tickling her face as she took him deep, deeper, and then he felt it, felt her lips nuzzle the sac of his balls!
He'd heard his friends talking about this, about girls who could take cocks like Aunt Sue was doing, could just open their mouths and wind up kissing your ass while the head of your dick vibrated in their throats, but he'd never really believed it. Not till now. Not till it was happening to him. And here he was, holding her by the head, trying to shove his balls into her mouth too, his eyes bulging from their sockets, his face flushed with lust and arousal, his heart beating like a jackhammer against his ribcage.
Susan drank deeply of her young nephew. God, she thought, what kind of vacation did I let myself in for? I only wanted to get back to the grass roots. Go home to Ohio and sweet old middle America and just breathe the clean air. And what's happening to me? I spent the afternoon sucking my sister and here I am am not three hours later with a mouthful of my nephew's cock. But, Jesus, what a mouthful! He tasted even bigger, sweeter, juicier, than he had looked the first time she saw him really stiff and hot for the taking. She had to stretch her lips to fit his prick in, and she was no novice at the art of sucking a cock. Jesse was sixteen, but he had a man's tool on him-Jesus, he almost had a mule's prick!
She reached in, cupped his balls, squeezed them playfully. Her lips could just touch those nuts, if she took a deep breath and let him jiggle his cockknob into the upper part of her throat. And she did precisely that, handling his balls, letting her finger go coursing through his asscrack. He jumped when she tickled his asshole-Christ, he had a tight one!-and his cock almost strangled her to death with that jumping around. But she kept sucking.
He was wary about being anally fingered, and she knew it was a good sign. Someone had put a bad trip on him, all that crud about being a fairy. But if she'd ever sucked a virile young cock, a man's young cock, it was the one in her mouth right now. Every time she sucked a fresh bubble of sperm formed in his slitted tip and tickled its way across her tongue. She tasted his cum and she found it delicious.
Questions of aunt and nephew, matters of incest, they had no importance to what was happening right now. She was eating him and he was her nephew, but she was a woman and he was a man. What counted was his cock in her mouth. Her spit washing him as he thrust in and out, as her throat opened to receive the pulsating power of him. Susan moaned as she sucked and she wiggled herself a little closer to him.
She was lying on her side, head and shoulders thrown across one of his strong young thighs. She moved her legs, wiggled her crotch, hummed and moaned one more time. He seemed to get the message. She parted her thighs as his hand sought between them, and he had his finger in her cunt hole. It went into Susan, stiff, straight, and when it got inside her, deep inside her, he began to crook and uncrook it. As her sucking took on a demonic power and drive, his finger twitched and scratched more often. With long fingernails he might have ripped a gash in the delicate membrane of her pussy lining.
There was an instinctive sense of restraint in the way he fingered her. Some day, she thought, he is going to be a cocksman extraordinaire. And when some lucky girl is trembling under him on a waterbed, her snatch full of his sweet hard dong, she'll ask "God, Jesse, who taught you to fuck so well?" And he'll reply, "I owe it all to my Aunt Susan."
"Aunt Sue!" she heard him gasp, and he tightened his fingers on her skull. "I think I'm gonna-"
But by the time he'd spoken those words, it was too late for either of them to chicken out. His cock swelled to the size of a redwood in Susan's mouth and she had to slack up the pressure fast. He was going to come, and she didn't want his swollen spurting rod thrust halfway down her throat when it happened. She loved to drink cum as much as the next woman, but she didn't want to drown in the delicious stuff.
The big vein on the underside of his cock tool throbbed against her tongue, and she pulled her head back fast, leaving only about an inch of Jesse's cock inside her mouth. The first gush of cum poured into Susan, strong, fierce, and hot, on her tongue. She drank it greedily, then jerked her head back a little further. Her hand was clutching the base of his prick and she knew how best to show him the beauty of the successful blowjob.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she murmured, as his rod slipped out of her mouth. His second blast of jizz shot up her face, hit her on the cheek just below her left eye. It was thick semen, warm and viscous against her skin. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and began to stroke him from nuts to cockknob, each stroke sending a fresh spurt from the tip of him.
She heard him moan and she knew he was watching-watching as his aunt received his sweet hot blast full in the face. The cum glued itself to her skin and there seemed to be no end to the amount of cockcream he could send shooting from his balls. Her face was covered with the stuff and some of it went into her hair. There was a big gob on one of her eyelids. Some of Jesse's jizz squirted into Susan's nostril.
Plenty got into her mouth, and she licked herself even while he was still in the act of shooting. Her tongue circled her mouth, reached as high and as low as it could, and she drew into her mouth the unbelievably delicious flavor of her nephew's cum.
There were perhaps eight separate blasts, though she wasn't really counting. All she knew was that the cum just kept coming, and she kept smearing her face with it. Jesse's cock went soft in her fingers, as the final bubble of semen oozed from him, and the deflation was so instantaneous it smacked of magic. One moment he was a stiff hot cock lying against her face, the next instant he was limp and flopping in her grip.
He seemed to collapse then, his finger popping out of her pussy, his body slumping onto the bed. She opened her eyes finally, looked at him. His face was white, drained. His body seemed exhausted. His prick was soft and flexible, jiggling a little with each heavy breath Jesse drew. He lay full-length, one hand flung over the edge of the bed. "Oh, God," he said. "Oh, holy God, I never thought it could be like that." And when he looked up, he was staring at Aunt Susan, her face creamy with the cum he'd poured onto her smooth tanned skin. She was using her fingers, playing with the stuff-his cum. Some of it she worked into her flesh, as if it were body lotion.
Most of it she scooped up with her long sensitive fingers, brought to her mouth, lapped it up in a greedy, hungry, wanton fashion. His groin ached and he knew that no matter how big they talked, Tim and Pete had never gotten it this good. He reached down, cupped his sticky soft cock in his palm, and squeezed. "Oh, shit!" he said, flying through the skies like a proud imperious eagle.
"This isn't all," Susan husked. She leaned down and kissed him, and he could taste his stuff all over her mouth. When her tongue attacked him, stuck itself into his orality, he knew that he was sucking his own cum off it, but somehow he didn't mind. The sticky fluids on her face glued her skin to his and they rolled into a kiss. Her body came to rest, partly atop his. One stiff-nippled tit pressed his chest. He put his arms around her, cupped Aunt Susan's ass, squeezed the firm round cheeks, pulled her over, atop him. Her wet crotch ground down upon his soft cock and he didn't think he was all that soft.
I think I can do it again, he told himself. With half a chance I could get hard and really sock it to her! The thought made him brave. He tightened his grip on Aunt Sue's ass and he got the tips of his fingers into her ass crack. One fingertip found a little tiny hole down there, in her cleft, and he remembered how her finger had tickled his own asshole. He did it to her and she slobbered all over his mouth. Hot drool, faintly tinged with cum, flowed from Susan into Jesse. Her legs spread, came to rest on the outsides of his thighs, and they were really belly-to-belly now, grinding and squirming, and he knew he could do it, he knew he could get hard again, could fuck her!
"Come on, Jesse honey," Susan coaxed, grinding her pelvis hard against him. "Swell up for me, big and stiff. Make it long and thick for me again, will you? I want to show you what it really means to be a man, Jesse, a real man."
"I want to," he moaned in reply, gripping her ass and swiveling his body under hers. His prick rubbed and rubbed against the thin hedge of hair, the swollen lips of her pussy. He worked his fingers on the tight mouth of her asshole, felt her sigh and throb and squirm, and his cock did a little throbbing too, but not enough.
Susan crawled up him a little way, and she reared above the boy, her stiff-nippled tits jutting toward his face. "Feed on me," she purred, cupping one tit, sliding the nipple over his twitching lips. She touched the tip of his nose with her stiffened brown tit, and then he was opening his mouth, sucking her in. His lips and even his teeth began to work on her hard tit flesh, and his tongue raced mad circles around her nubby point. Susan squashed her tit against his mouth and fed herself into his sucking mouth. As she felt the eagerness of his nursing, she felt, too, the gnawing pang of regret that she had never given birth to a child of her own, never felt a little mouth pulling at her tit, sucking milk from her body. God, what a sexual thrill that must be!
Well, this was second best. And no baby could ever suck titty the way Jesse was sucking her now, with his hungry mouth gone crazy around his aunt's firm, luscious tit. He sucked her till her eyes filled with tears of delight and her entire body quivered with arousal, and then she forced her tit free, only so she could give him a chance on the other one, too. As he sucked her, she wrapped her arms around his head and cradled him. Her tits were coming to sweet brown points. They were firm tits, hard tits, sensitive tits, and right now they were all that, and more!
She felt his cock struggling to harden up again, but she had sucked one hell of a come from his balls. His cock needed time to rest, recuperate a little. But Susan couldn't wait. She had talked herself into this act on the ground that Jesse needed her, but now she had to admit that she needed him every bit as much. Her cunt was wet and itchy, and her cunt longed to be stuffed full and fucked to hell and back. He had the cock to do it with. Her hands and mouth had tested his fresh young strength, his rigidity, his power. All she needed was to get him hard.
Then Susan flashed on the perfect means. The vibrator! Of course! She hadn't really wanted Terry to use it on her this afternoon. She didn't really like vibrators. But she'd found some incredible thrills in the grip of that buzzing phallic object. Its' very touch had sent chills of arousal humming through her body. How would Jesse react to the kiss of the vibrator? There was only one way to find out....
She jumped off the bed. His mouth was so tightly fixed to her nipple that she almost pulled him with her, and he hung over the edge of the bed watching, his eyes mystified, as she threw open the top drawer of Terry's dresser and fumbled beneath a pile of bras and panties. When she turned around she had the vibrator in her hand and a wicked loving gleam in her eyes.
"What's that?" Jesse asked, pointing at the machine. "My God, it looks just like a-"
"It is," Susan purred, and she dropped to her knees beside the bed. He put his arm around her neck and began to kiss her. She touched his limp rod with the plastic tip of the vibrator. He stirred a little, and his lips trembled against hers, as if he were unsure of what was going to happen next. He may have been uncertain, but Susan wasn't. She pressed his cock with the vibrator, and her finger kicked it into life. It began to hum against Jesse's dick.
"Mmmmmppphhhh...." He groaned into her hot mouth. Tearing his lips free, he said, "What the shit?"
Susan paid no attention. She turned on her knees, took his cock by the tip, and held him upright. With her other hand she buzzed him from knob to balls, working the end of the vibrator round and round his well-filled sac, even moving it into the crack of his ass for a little anal stimulation. Sometimes, she was fully and delightedly aware, you could turn a man on, fast, by thrusting your finger up his ass and massaging his prostate. It seemed too radical a step to take with Jesse, his first time out, but she did the next best thing. She made the buzzing dildo hum vigorously against his asshole. Thank God it had two speeds! She put it into overdrive as she tickled him there, and her fingers, still holding his prick felt the telltale surge of power begin to ripple through his cock.
Jesse couldn't lie still. He kept squirming and writhing, and he whimpered, "Oh, Christ, Aunt Sue, what the hell are you doing to me?" But she didn't stop. She pushed hard against his asshole, moved back to his balls, started up his dick again. When his erection came, it was fast and frantic. His cock blew up like a balloon in the clutch of her thumb and index finger and she was suddenly staring at eight inches of thick hard meat-a cock that stood up of its own free will, didn't need her fingers to keep it upright. She let go of him and stared for a moment in heartfelt admiration.
"Look, Jesse," she said, trying to sound nonchalant and airy. "The cock has truly risen again."
Then his eyes met hers. He had Terry's eyes, gray, like an overcast sky hanging above the Pacific ocean. It was no time for nonchalance. Susan gripped his stiff rod in her hot eager palm and she laid on the bed, still holding him. "Just he still and enjoy it," she said. "I'm going to ride you, my sweet young stud horse. I'm going to ride you and I want your cock a mile up my pussy."
"Oh, hot damn, Aunt Sue!"
She touched his lips with her fingers. "I think you might as well call me Susan," she told him. "We've gone a little beyond the Aunt stage, don't you think?" He nodded. "Then, darling, tell me what you're going to do to me. And why you're going to do it."
He put his hand on her waist as she straddled him. She came down slowly, his cock upright against her hot cunt. She oozed against him, and the leakage from her dripping pussy lips moistened the barrel of Jesse's rod. "I'm going to fuck you, Susan," he said, his voice a little deeper. "I'm going to fuck you with my cock and I'm going to make you come and come. Because I'm a man and you're a woman. I really am a man, aren't I?" There was a note of wonder in his voice, and a slight return of the boyish quality of his speech. Good, Susan thought.
She nodded, and her nipples were so hard they hurt. "You're all man, Jesse, and don't let anyone ever tell you anything different."
"Then get on my cock," she heard him growl. "This is one horse that needs a workout."
"Now you're talking!" Susan lifted her ass, eased forward, and came down. His hands were on her sweat-greasy waist-such big hands he could almost touch fingers around her narrow middle-and she was holding his cock upright for her descent. She eased onto him, his cock tip touched her labia, and she didn't have to hold him any longer. His cock thrust upward, and he was in her, burrowing deep, fiercely fucking his way into Susan's tight cunt channel. She settled low, but he was already stabbed up and when they rocked down into the mattress, her pussy was full of his cock and she was crotch-tight against his nuts.
He had a sweet one, a big one, a hard one, and it fit her snatch like a fist inside a glove. She put her hands on his chest and she swayed from side to side, sweetly, deliriously, full of him. "Oh, God, yes," she sang, "Oh, God, reeeeeeeellllyyyyyyyy!"
And then she began to fuck. Her first two or three plunges were solo flights, but about the third time she came down hard on his crotch. Jesse got the picture. He left off squeezing her waist, reached up for the goodies. He got his hands full of Aunt Susan's hard tits and he plied them vigorously, feeling them the way a man would feel a woman's tits, and Susan knew that the boy was convinced of his manhood.
He began to fuck her as she fucked at him, and their bodies made the entire bed shake. She looked and the whole room seemed to be vibrating, shaking with the energy of hers and Jesse's fucking. The walls were jumping, the dresser drawer that hung open seemed to be bouncing up and down. She expected at any moment to see it jarred from its place in the cabinet, to see it drop to the floor with a clatter and bang. Her heart beat so loudly, hammering in her ears, that she'd not have heard the sound in any case. Her pussy was alive with lust and excitement and her cuntal walls were already rippling like ocean waves along the thrusts of Jesse's cock. I can't believe, she told herself, that I'm his first. That he's giving me his cherry. But it was true, and it was wonderful!
"Take it," she said. "This is your party, Jesse. It's all for you."