Chapter 6

He was slow to get the knack of it, but not too slow. At first his strokes had more energy than finesse. He simply poured his cock up into Susan, stuffing her full, battering the end of his rod against the tip of her womb and sending messages of assault and battery through her system. "Slow down," she told him. "Be subtle. Surprise me. Don't give it to me the same way twice. Make me pant and wonder where you're gonna hit me next stroke. Know what I mean? Swing your ass while you're fucking me. Swing it-ahhhhhhh-don't have to tell you anything twice, huh, baby? Oooohhhhhhh, Jesssssssssseeeeee-"

She kissed his hands while they fingered her tits, and she even managed to pry one or two of his fingers loose so she could suck them. Christ! He could feel her technique, even when she was eating his finger instead of his prick. The way her tongue worked. The way her mouth seemed to be composed of a zillion moving parts, all of them really moving, like a well-tuned machine.

He pinched her nipples and she made little "ooooohhhh" sounds around the finger she happened to be sucking. He punched her deep and fast with his cock, swinging his ass the way she'd told him to do, and he could swear her snatch made the same "oooohhhhh" noises back at him. It was sucking him, too. His prick stabbed into Aunt Susan and her pussy just ate it up, man! If they called Darlene "Goodpussy", what would they call Sue? Greatpussy? Superpussy?

If they could see me now, he thought. Pete and Tim and that twat Darlene. If they could see me putting the screws to Aunt Sue, see the wild ecstatic faces she's making while I ball her, know that I'm giving her a mansized fucking. No matter what kind of stories they were telling about him in town, calling him a fairy or a fruit or whatever, he knew the truth.

Aunt Sue bit his finger while she was sucking it. Her teeth ground into him and this really fantastic kind of pain and pleasure throbbed in his bones. He opened his eyes, looked up, and she was still there. His hands were full of her sweet hard tits, and his cock was buried in her bouncing box, and he knew for sure that it was all real, that it was happening to him, to Jesse Parrish. The most terrible, grossest day of his life had turned into something he would never forget as long as he lived. He threw his ass into gear and started pounding into her cunt, still working, wiggling, swiveling, and slamming it up her the way she'd told him to do. He wasn't sure from stroke to stroke how much power he'd use this time, nor what angle his cock would take slamming into her honeypot.

He only knew that he was going inside her and she was moaning in joy every time he fucked her. He could feel the back of her pussy snug against the end of his rod when he made his best shots, when he took her deepest and hardest. He hoped she was as turned on as he was, but the look in her rapturous eyes seemed to tell him that she was, that his excitement might not even begin to compare with Aunt Sue's. Women dig it, too, Jesse thought, and the awesome revelation thrilled him. He began to fuck harder, more inventively, and each time he gave it to her it was with a sense of growing confidence. He'd never been inside a pussy before, but now, fucking Aunt Sue, it was as if he'd been doing this all his life.

And then, without warning, he came. He couldn't help it. The tube of her pussy had him totally out of control. She kept squeezing and clenching, and his cock was on fire with its lust and arousal, and all of a sudden his heart felt as if a cold clammy fist had closed on it and he groaned from deep, deep in his belly, and his prick started lancing into Susan, each stroke painting the mouth of her womb with a fresh wad of Jesse's creamy cum.

He held on tightly, moaning and shaking under her, and his eyes kept blinking open and shut. Her face was tense and taut, and she was straining, but somehow he was sure she hadn't come yet. "No," he heard her say, "too soon, Jesse, you did it too soon!"

"I'm-sorry-" he gasped, but trying to make his prick stop squirting was not quite so easy. He tried to stammer an apology, but his fingers dug into her hard swollen tits and his cock spurted its last few drops of semen inside her.

"Don't go soft," Susan told him. "No, for God's sake stay hard, keep on fucking. You've almost got me there, Jesse. I need some more time-keep fucking me. It's getting limp."

He knew it wasn't working and so did she. His cock shrank a little with each breath he took. She flopped more loosely on him now, for his cock was getting flexible inside her. He saw her face turn pale and he thought he could see reproach in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he grimaced, willing himself to stay hard.

Susan leaned to the side. She'd seen it, and she knew immediately what to do. The vibrator, lying where she'd left it, near the edge of the bed. The way they'd been fucking, it's a wonder the thing hadn't rolled over the side, but there it was. She leaned over, grabbed it, hit the on switch. She straightened up, then leaned forward, so she could kiss Jesse's chin and lips. Her tits lay hot and stiff-nippled on his chest and his smooth skin was moist and hot against her tits. Just as his tongue slipped into her mouth, she reached behind him with the vibrator and she gouged the point of it against the base of his rod.

There was a tremor up and down his cock and a matching tremor running through his tongue. She sucked avidly on his tongue and she kept joy-buzzing him with the vibrator. He opened his legs a little, and she pushed into his crack once again. When she hit his ass, a shiver seemed to pass through his cock and it was almost stiff inside her now. He murmured against her mouth and she kept pushing. His asshole was tight, but she was desperate and determined.

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" he shouted, tearing his mouth loose from hers as she thrust the tip of the vibrator, just the tip, buzzing into his anal opening. His face turned six different colors and his eyes rolled in their sockets.

Even more important, his cock stood up erect. It filled her pussy with its furious erection, where only a heartbeat ago it had been a limp, useless piece of cock meat not quite so satisfying in her twat as the dildo had been when Terry used it on Susan this afternoon. Susan sat up gasping, and she began to hump up and down. The vibrator was still in Jesse's asshole, maybe an inch of it thrust up him now, and she could hear the batteries' hum growing fainter almost with each breath she took.

But that didn't matter. Not to Susan. She was humping furiously on his renewed erection, and she could feel him thrusting against her, his hands pawing at her tits, tweaking the nipples, pulling as if he meant to rip the brown nips off her tits. She bounced on him, sucked his cock and the juices were oozing from the lining of her cunt. "My clit," she gasped, ripping one hand free of her tits, pushing it down to her crotch.

He delved into her splayed lips, found where her clit was protruding and he squeezed it. Not long ago he wouldn't have recognized a clitoris. And now he had Susan's, between thumb and index finger, and he was trying to milk it, to squeeze it like a fresh hot drink. She covered his hand with her own, pressed him tighter against her, scratched his fingers until he got the message and actually started to get even rougher with her delicate button.

And through it all, Susan was fucking like a bitch in heat, swallowing his cock to the root on every pump, and she knew it was coming-knew she was coming-the telltale flutter in her belly, the sense of wooziness in her head. Her clit ached so much she wanted to crawl out of her skin and let someone else endure the suffering of a body on the verge of complete release. But if she did that, she'd also miss the come, and no power on earth, no power in heaven or hell....

The vibrator had almost stopped buzzing, just a low growly hum. But it was still in Jesse's ass, unless he'd farted it loose, for he hadn't taken one of his hot young hands off her body, not since she'd gotten him up for the homestretch. He was mauling her tit, squeezing her love button, feeding her ravenous pussy with his thick hard cock.

Susan straightened up, almost lifting completely off his cock. She went high, only the tip of him left inside her, and then she came down, and when she did, she came. Fire in her belly, fire in her head. And her pussy eating Jesse's tool, snapping, rippling, juicing, full of her cream, full of scalding hot juice and fiery stimulation. She ground herself against the boy's crotch, felt it happening to her, and she couldn't stop it, she didn't think she'd ever stop coming, didn't know if she even wanted to stop. It was good, oh, God, so good! Sex was always good, but how many times had sex been as good as this?

That was almost her last conscious thought before she collapsed on Jesse. As she slumped forward, she felt his rod twitch inside her and she knew that he had somehow found the strength and the juice to fire one last salvo of cum up her twat.

The first thing she had to do was get that vibrator out of his ass. By now the buzzing had stopped, and the batteries were stone cold dead, but the handy-dandy tool had done its job, three times today, by Susan's count. "Oh, poor little thing," she whispered as she tugged it loose from Jesse's straining ass. She pushed his balls out of the way, leaned in, licked his asshole in gratitude. He tasted strongly of sweat. Her tongue lingered on his anus and he squirmed and moaned, "Oh, wow," and then she lay down beside him.

Her cunt was sloppy wet with her own juices and the leakage of his cum, and she fingered it thoughtfully as they shared a long, sweet kiss. "How do you feel now?" she asked him, her hand resting on his chest. His nipples were small and hard, and he seemed to blush a little when she tickled them roguishly. So he still had the youthful shyness to blush, she thought. If she'd been given a choice, she couldn't have picked a sweeter nephew, she told herself proudly, her tongue rocking inside his passionate mouth.

"Do you know," she grinned, lying back, "that I forgot completely about dinner? Do you like cold stroganoff? And how about wilted salad. Hey, what kind of salad dressing do you prefer, anyway? I don't think you ever got around to telling me."

Jesse smirked, then reached between Susan's legs. He scooped up a fingerful of the juice that coated her cunt, sniffed at it, tasted it. "How about this?" he suggested slyly.

And he moved against her, stroking her thigh with his limp cock. How long would he be limp? Not long, Susan guessed. And could she blame him? He's just learned something totally wonderful about himself. He'd learned that he was a man, a real man, and that he could bring a woman soul-stirring pleasure. If he wanted to reinforce that knowledge, could she refuse him? Especially since she was the woman in question? Especially since the very sight of his soft, cum-coated cock made her think of that same cock, stiff and red and eager for her cunt.

"Come on, Jesse. No more fooling around. Let's go eat. And drink some wine together. And talk. And-"

"And?" he asked.

She took his cock rod in her hand and gave it a friendly, loving tug. "And we'll see if you can get it up again. Without a vibrator, this time. Might as well cover all the bases, hadn't we?"

"Maybe try for a home run?" Jesse smiled.

Susan nodded. "But first, dinner. Do you have any TV trays? I was just thinking, we could bring the food into the bedroom and eat here. That way we wouldn't have so far to walk when we hit the sack again."

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Jesse said.

"I'll tell you something you'd better not take out of my mouth," Susan countered. "Not until I tell you it's all right. But we'll talk about that after we eat. Okay?"

Susan propped herself up on one elbow and she stared curiously at Jesse, who lay beside her stroking his prick in his fist. It was the same attitude she'd glimpsed this afternoon, when it all began. "How much proof," she asked, "how much proof do you need, for Chrissakes? Haven't you convinced yourself you're not a fruitcake yet?"

Jesse grinned. The hot young devil! That grin of his was too much. Susan felt herself weakening. She glanced down at his rod, which was stiff and swollen inside his fist. How many times? She'd lost count. They'd only gotten through half the dinner she'd prepared. The empty wine bottle was lying on the floor and a rosy glow nestled in her head, part of it from the rich Burgundy, the rest from the sweet fucking she'd shared with her nephew tonight. She reached down with her middle finger extended, and she touched the ruby-red, juicy-fat knob of his prick where it protruded past the clutch of his fist. He had a big hand but it wasn't big enough to contain his whole shaft. God Christ! The way her pussy ached, she wondered if her snatch was big enough to contain him. At least, on a regular basis.

Oh, no matter. She'd only be here a few more days, and of course this couldn't go on with Terry around. Besides-it wouldn't continue under any circumstances. It was incest, for one thing. And she'd only done it because he was in such a pathetic way when she found him jerking off in the bedroom. Those so-called friends of his had laid a bad trip on his head and he needed some help to get his mind in order. Now that Jesse had learned what to do with that cock between his legs....

He slid close, his cock jutting before him, and the tip of it brushed Susan's belly, just above the upper edge of her cunt bush. There was a drop of misty moisture clinging to his slit and he rubbed it into her skin. "Okay," she said, "but this is the last time. I have to get some rest, you horny little bastard! Do you know that it's almost five in the morning? When I'm working, this is the time I'm getting out of bed! You may be a night person, but I'm not. I work all day and I come home knocked out, and I'm pretty knocked out right now, Jesse David Parrish. OOOOOHHHHH ... no, it doesn't hurt ... oh, shit, yes it does! You've fucked me raw, do you know that? God-feed me a little more-"

She slinked her leg around his body as they came together, lying face to face on their sides. He nipped at her chin with his fine sharp teeth and he pinched one of her nipples between strong fingers.

His cock slipped deeply into her glove-like pussy and, despite the friction of his hard cock meat on her tender tissue, she sighed and moved a little closer, taking more of him inside her. "You're gonna have to find a girlfriend," she said. "Someone young and resilient, who can take this day in, day out...."

"No," Jesse was saying, panting a little as his fucking picked up speed, "I-well, I never really met anybody I cared for, you know? My buddies all talk about the snatch they're getting, and how this girl does it, and how that one does it, and it seems so cold, so mechanical. All they really want is a cunt hole to stick it in. Damn it, Aunt Susan, with you I can feel something really special!" He paused a moment, gave her three extra-sweet, extra-deep thrusts that had Susan's eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Maybe-when I graduate, you know? Or maybe even sooner-is there any chance I could, like, come out to stay with you? No, I'm serious." He fingered her nipple deftly, as if he'd been playing with tits all his young life.

"It wouldn't work," Susan said, wishing to hell and back that it could. "There are so many things to consider. Your mother, for one. No, Jesse, I think you'd better find yourself a girl and start practicing. You're good, but you still have a lot of homework to catch up on."

Susan reached down, fondled his nuts as he fed her his cock meat. He squirmed, sent his prick in at a new angle. "Aunt Sue," he added, "something I've been wondering about. The guys-Tim and Pete-were talking about actresses, you know? And they said that you'd probably sucked a cock for every part you ever got. Is that true?"

She shook her head. "It happens once in a while. To everybody." She hugged him tightly, wiggled around his rod, kissed him. "So what you ought to do is cruise Reckardsville. I mean, Reckardsville is where you are, and it seems like the easiest place for you to find some cunt."

He laughed cynically. "Sure. Now that Pete and Tim and Darlene have told everyone in town that I'm a faggot."

She nodded. "Gossip gets around. Isn't there anything you can do to combat it?"

"Nothing except fucking Darlene Goodpussy till she can't stand up straight. On the white line up the middle of Main Street, at high noon, with everybody in town standing around watching."

His eyes brightened suddenly and he rabbit-fucked his way into Susan seven or eight times, ravaging the tender walls of her fuck-bruised pussy. "Jesus," she whimpered, "will you slow down? I want to feel it, not be killed by it...."

"The Maserati," Jesse purred, slowing down his strokes to a lazy sweet crawl that made Susan's pussy pucker in delight. She leaned her head back, sighing sweetly, happily. "Can I use the Maserati tomorrow, Aunt Sue? Just for a couple of hours? I'll take care of it. I've never gotten a ticket. And it's, like, more important than I can put into words. Okay?" And each of those "okays" were followed in perfect timing by a stroke of cock that went into Susan's churning cunt. She felt her come building, ready to explode, and she'd have said yes to anything.

"Yes," she said, "oh yes yes yes yessssssssss...."

The flame of lust enfolded her and she smeared her creaming pussy all over his groin and balls and just when she most needed it, Jesse's cock came inside her, gushing his last load of the night up Susan's tubes. She sank back, exhausted. Something about the Maserati. That was all she could remember as she dropped almost instantly asleep, her eyes closing heavily even before Jesse had taken his cock out of her cum-stuffed hole. He pulled up the covers and snuggled close to Susan. Tomorrow, he thought smugly, tomorrow is my day!