Chapter 1
Doris Cunningham lay on her bed, one hand stretched across the empty side, the other over her mound of steaming pussy. She gave a muffled grunt and arched her back, feeling the slick muscles pull the tip of her middle finger inside her body.
"Oh, Les, I need you ... now!" she gasped, her face slowly contorting in anguish. "God, I need your big cock in here ... poking me apart!"
How long had it been now? she wondered. Three days? Seemed more like three years, especially after what happened this afternoon.
Before now, when her husband had gone north to market hogs, she had managed very well. In fact, his absences had made their lovemaking even more exciting, and after ten years of marriage, that was something few could brag about.
She dug her finger further inside her swollen cunt, gripping her pussy muscles tightly. As her palm brushed over her throbbing clit, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. A dull ache shot into the back of her cunt, rippling up her spine. She squeezed her knees together, trapping her hand between her thighs, then held this position until the pangs of climax melted to emptiness.
"God, what's wrong with me?" she whispered, rising from the bed. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and studied her reflection. "Not bad," she had to admit.
A very lovely woman of thirty-two looked back from the mirror. And although some had warned that living on a farm in Indiana would certainly destroy her looks, they had been wrong, and still were.
She was taller than average, which enabled her to carry her voluptuous figure well. And the large, ripe tits, tipped with coral-colored nipples, were firm and well-shaped. Her hair was black, and her eyes the color of rich chocolate. The legs that had been an embarrassment most of her youth because they were so long and lanky, had developed into sensuous curves.
She placed her hands under her tits and slowly leaned her head back, wondering exactly what had made her feel this horny hunger.
That big cock, she thought. The thick mound of prick. Remember? In the corn field?
Her nephew, Jason, had been standing in the corn field that afternoon, his sculptured chest brown from the sun. As she approached with a pitcher of lemonade, she could almost feel the heat from his young, muscular body. As her eyes traveled over the tough exterior of his hulking frame, she had dropped the lemonade, thankful that the bright August sun could be blamed for the deep flush in her cheeks.
"Aunt Doris," he had said, his voice a deep baritone, as he bent to help, "you're nervous as a cat. Anything wrong?"
Her arm had brushed against his stomach while she picked up the broken pieces, and his sweat was like acid to her touch. Later, she remembered absent-mindedly brushing the tip of her tongue over her arm, tasting the sweat from his body.
Jason had spent every summer with them since he was eleven, but this year he had changed so much, she hardly recognized him. The tow-headed boy was now a strapping young man, and every inch of him was muscle. He stood over six-feet tall, and looked like a blond giant, a Viking. His eyes had even changed, she thought, bluer than ever, like the sky at dawn.
She gazed back into the mirror, feeling her heart in her throat. What did he look like, lying in his bed? she wondered. Would the sheets be flung aside, revealing the meaty cock between his massive thighs? At that moment she would have given anything to muster up the courage to walk down the hall, simply open the door, and....
No! she thought, shaking her shoulder-length hair. God, what kind of a person am I? I must be crazy for these thoughts! I was out of high school before he was even born! I changed his diapers! And besides, I'm his aunt, his own flesh and blood.
She padded softly from her bedroom, fighting the urge to pause before his door. She knew if she did, nothing would stop her from ... from what? She almost bolted toward the kitchen for a drink of water, wondering what had come over her.
As she walked back toward her bedroom, she heard a slight rustling noise from behind Jason's door. Was he having a bad dream? Maybe he was uncomfortable-the house did seem a little hot. She knew then, at that moment, she would have made any excuse to do what she did.
She turned the doorknob and peered inside the darkened room, her eyes immediately fixing on the young man in bed. She froze suddenly and felt her knees go weak. He was just as she had imagined, but he was awake, his legs stretched wide, his right hand squeezing around his huge cock, quickly jacking the loose foreskin up and down the thick shaft.
"Aunt Doris!" Jason said, his voice cracking. He grabbed for the sheets and pulled them over his nude body, his face frozen in surprise. "I ... I thought you were asleep," he added, swallowing hard.
"I couldn't sleep," Doris said, feeling the room begin to spin. She had to hold onto the doorknob for support. "I'm sorry I didn't knock. I ... I thought you'd be asleep."
There was a long moment of absolute silence as they looked at each other. Finally, Doris spoke, and immediately wondered what strange voice had said the words.
"Want me to do that for you?" she asked, slipping into the room.
"Huh?" Jason said, his jaw growing slack as he watched his aunt draw closer. His eyes were riveted on the shapely tits, then finally dropped to the moist mound of pussy. "Do ... what?" he asked.
Doris sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled the sheets back. She looked down and noticed that his prick had shriveled slightly, his cockhead barely peeking from the rubbery mass of foreskin. And although her mind was screaming for her to run while she had the chance, to stop immediately, she saw her fingers crawl up the inside of his thigh. When the wiry hairs of his balls brushed against her knuckles, she opened her hand and grasped the large cock.
"Aunt ... Doris!" Jason said, flinching. "What ... what are you doing?"
"It isn't right for a handsome boy like you to have to do it yourself," she said, her voice sounding far away. "Not when there's someone who wants to do it for you."
Jason looked at his aunt's expression, the hungry look in her cat-like eyes. Never before had he felt so attracted to anyone in his life. She was everything a man could want in a woman. Not only was she the best-looking female he'd ever seen, she was also smart and could do most anything a man could. He had always pictured marrying someone like that, wondered what it would be like to thrust his swollen cock between such a lovely pair of thighs. And now here she was....
"You have a beautiful, big dick," Doris said. "Mmmmm, it looks good enough to eat." She lowered her face to his warm crotch and touched the tip of her tongue to the throbbing shaft. "Do you like to have your cock eaten?" she asked, her voice husky, hungry.
Jason could only nod. There had been one girl who used to do it to him, but she seemed to be all teeth, and she never could take it all.
"I'm glad," Doris murmured, inching her mouth upward until her nose brushed into the halo of corn-colored crotch hair. "I just love sucking big dicks."
She slipped her hands around his cock and grasped the shaft firmly, holding the rock-hard shaft at an angle to his flat, smooth stomach. Could it be true that he was even bigger than Les?
JO she wondered.
"You must have a good nine inches," she whispered, nuzzling her lips over the huge tip. "And ... and I'll bet it is good," she gasped, slowly sinking her mouth around the pulsating column.
"I never measured it ... before," Jason grunted, watching her lips suck farther down the shaft. There hadn't been that pain of teeth which he'd grown to expect, and she could take almost half of it! "God, that's good," he whispered, feeling her hot, searching mouth pull back up. "I just wish someone ... you could suck it all."
"I think I might just do that," Doris said softly from the corner of her mouth, feeling his cockhead pulsate over her tongue. "Mmmmmmm, right now," she added, gulping back down.
Jason watched totally fascinated as his prick disappeared completely in her throat. Her pursed lips were now tightly sucking around the root of his prod, wetting up his hairs, her chin firmly planted between his balls.
"My God!" he winced, pleasure racing in his loins like a million swirling fingers. "You ... you can lick it all down!"
At first, Doris was as amazed as he was. Her throat, however, as it accepted more of his prick, had become a vacuum. She could have no more stopped sucking downward than stopped her own heart from beating.
"I'm going to suck you like you've never been sucked before," she gasped, squirming between his legs. She sat back on her haunches and ran her fingers over his thighs. "And then I want this big thing fucking inside my pussy," she added, again lowering her face to his crotch.
Jason felt his balls rumble, almost exploding right then with his cum-load. Things were happening so fast he couldn't believe it. He had to shake his head, wondering if this was part of his fantasy when he jacked-off. But no, she was still there, her mouth gobbling down to the base of his dick.
"Oh ... Jesus, suck it!" he gasped, sitting up as he placed both hands behind her head. "Lick my cock in your little mouth and ... and ... God, Aunt Doris, eat it all!"
Doris lifted his dick at the base and began bobbing her head up and down, filling the room with smacking noises that echoed off the walls. His prick was now glistening with her warm spit, ballooning with painful jerks.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, lowering her fingers to his nuts, feeling the vibrations of his swelling jism. Soon she would be able to taste his cum, feel it bubble into her throat. The mere thought caused her body to buckle with pleasure. She squeezed her thighs together and felt a sharp spasm freeze her cunt canal. She gave another throaty moan of ecstasy, increasing the speed of her sucking.
Jason thought about the girl who used to blow him, how she had always made him tell her when he was about ready to shoot off. And just as the aching pleasure had peaked, she would pull away, then jack his cum onto his belly. He hadn't blamed her for not taking it in the mouth, but that still hadn't made him want her to.
"God, I wish you'd suck me off," he whispered to his aunt, increasing the pressure of his hands. "I want to blow it in your throat. Can I? Please?" he asked.
At first, Doris didn't know what he was talking about. She stopped all movement for a second, letting his prod slap against his belly.
"You want to come in my mouth?" she teased, now realizing his meaning.
"Yes," Jason grunted, his expression wild with pleasure. "God, I'd give anything if you'd...."
"I'll only do it if you fuck my mouth," Doris said, rolling to her back, tugging at his legs.
"If I...." Jason said, wondering if he'd heard right. He then straddled her chest and lowered his crotch to her face. When she immediately gulped down his cock and grabbed his ass, pushing him harder against her face, he gave a cry of tortured ecstasy. "Oh ... fuck yes!" he winced, leaning forward. "Jesus, I've never had it ... this way!"
While he began humping into her mouth, Doris cupped her left tit and guided the rubbery nipple into the crack of his ass. As the soft bud nudged his shitter, she felt the contractions of his muscles pull it inside.
"Jesus Fuck!" Jason growled. What he thought was pleasure before was nothing now. Not only was her mouth working on his cock like a tight, churning pussy, but her silky tits were engulfing his ass, even throbbing into his asshole. "I'm gonna come!" he gasped. "God, I don't want to ... but ... I am!"
"Mmmmm, do!" Doris gurgled, her voice filled with hungry urgency. Every pleasure she gave him only increased her own desire. And as more of his cock plowed deeply into her throat, she could feel her pussy ready to explode.
Jason gave a wailing groan as he felt the base of his cock begin to jerk wildly, the dammed-up globs of jism blasting into his shaft. He crammed his full prick between her lips and engulfed her head with his entire body, locking her mouth around the hairy root of his dick.
"Suck it, cocksucker!" he cried, feeling the first of his climax rip from his cockhead. Then as the fluid smacked the back of her throat and sloshed alongside his shaft, he gave another choking cry. "Goddamn you, suck ... suck me dry! Lick it down and ... and eat my dick, whore!"
Doris was prepared for a large, thick mass of cream, but nothing like what she got. She tried at first to gulp the fiery juice, but found that her throat contractions only sent the liquid back up. A bubbly gob of jism shot upward, milking up the back of her nose, then shot from both nostrils. More of his orgasm steamed into her cheeks, swirling between her teeth.
"Aaahhh!" she cried, her voice a greasy, muffled spasm of raw ecstasy. Her pussy was now on fire, convulsing as if there was a huge cock pounding it brutally. Then as more of his explosive load spit into her throat, her ecstasy peaked almost painfully. She began bucking and writhing as if tortured, causing his cum to sling from her lips.
"Lick it, cum-sucker!" Jason barked, now hammering savagely into her throat. His punches were coming harder, faster as the bulk of his release boiled from his throbbing cockhead. "God, baby, suck it all down!"
Doris finally fell back exhausted, merely letting him plow in and out of her throat. She closed her eyes and shivered as she felt the streams of cum splash over her face, dripping into her ears.
"Mmmmfff, all of it," she gurgled as the last of his jism drilled into her mouth.
Jason relaxed, falling forward, crunching his cock brutally into her throat. He squirmed his ass around for several moments, then lay still, his chest heaving with pleasure.
"So ... that's what it's like," he gasped. "Goddamn!"
"Mmmmm," Doris murmured, pushing him off, feeling his prick slide from her mouth. "That's what it's like. How was it?"
"Like I died and went to heaven," he replied, still gasping for air. "Fucking ... heaven," he added softly.
"I liked it too," she said, working her lips over his balls-into his wet hairs. "Mmmm, I just love sucking young cum like this. I could drink gallons!"
Again, Jason was mesmerized by his aunt, the way she could enjoy anything to the fullest. She was now wallowing globs of cum around on her tongue, smacking it down noisily. In a way he was repulsed, yet his own throat was now aching with hunger. He looked between her legs and wondered what it would be like to lick his tongue into that hot hole.
As if reading his mind, his aunt sat back on her hips and fingered her pussy, pulling the loose folds of skin apart, revealing the pink, glistening tunnel of flesh.
"You like my pussy?" she asked, her eyes flashing wickedly. "Would you like to do it to me?"
"It's ... beautiful," Jason said, his heart quickening. "It's the sweetest looking pussy I've ever seen."
"Look good enough to eat?" she teased.
"Yes!" Jason answered, swallowing hard.
"Then eat it," she said, leaning forward.