Chapter 3
When the sunlight streamed over Doris, she snuggled up closer to the warm body next to her. A couple of moments later, she felt a throbbing pressure against her belly, and wiry hairs scraping her smooth flesh.
"Oh, Aunt Doris," the voice whispered, the words seeming to echo through a long corridor. Hard, masculine strength engulfed her, then a searching tongue spearing between her teeth. "God, I love this little pussy of yours," the echo came again.
As a burning pressure centered near her cunt, her eyes fluttered open. It hadn't been a dream! There was her nephew's face, just inches from hers, his wide shoulders stretched over hers. She could feel his chest heave over her tits.
"Good morning," Jason whispered, nuzzling his mouth into the hollow of her throat. "Didn't mean to wake you." He thrust his hips forward and grunted as her pussy slipped around his iron-like cock. As his balls slipped into the crack of her ass, he squeezed her tits together until the nipples met. He then bit down, sucking them across the roof of his mouth. "But I took one look at this little cunt of yours," he added, "and I just couldn't help myself."
"Oh ... what a way to start the day," Doris gasped, rubbing her fingers over his back. In the clear light of day he was even more handsome, every angle bathed in strong sunlight. She pursed her cunt, sucking him further inside. "Fuck me good, Jason," she whispered, kissing the top of his head. "God, fuck me ... so good!"
Jason began chewing and sucking on her tits while he thundered his prick in and out of her slicked-up hole. After a few moments, he stopped, gasping against the soft flesh.
"Don't stop," his aunt begged. "God, it was just feeling so good!"
"I know," he answered, "too fucking good. I'm gonna have to take it slow or I'll come right now." He felt her body tighten with pleasure. "You want that?" he asked. "You want me to poke you full of cream now?"
"No, take your time," Doris murmured. She wanted this one to last, to enjoy every second. "Just fuck me slow and easy for a while."
It was a long while before he began pumping in and out of her cunt again. When he did, his moves were deliberate, smooth. His mouth, however, was covering her with wet kisses, his teeth nibbling into the silky flesh.
"God, I'd love to fuck these things," he murmured, gobbling as much of the soft tit as he could. "Mmmmmmm, ram my dick right between them and blow my wad right on your cock-loving face."
"You can," Doris gasped, the idea filling her with raw hunger. She could almost feel the gigantic pressure of his cock spearing into the valley of her tits. "Right ... after you ... mmmmm, do this to me first," she added with a grunt.
"God, you wouldn't believe how many times I've thought about this," he whispered, looking into her eyes. "I ... I used to...." His voice trailed off to a whisper, then he looked away, his cheeks flushed.
"Used to what?" Doris asked. When he didn't answer right away, she flexed the muscles of her cunt, engulfing his plunging prick with sticky warmth. "You can tell me, Jason. We don't have any secrets now. None."
"I used to sneak down the hall-I even did it last summer-and listen ... to you and Uncle Les," he said. "I used to pretend it was me on top of you ... just like I am now."
Doris felt more flattered than she ever had before, and a little embarrassed, she had to admit. She wondered what it must have been like for a boy to witness that, how he must have felt. She also wondered what she and Les must have looked like, not knowing that someone was just outside the door. They could get pretty wild sometimes, she thought.
"Well, you don't have to pretend any more," she said. "You're on top of me now. And, oh Jesus, you're fucking the hell out of me. Mmmmm, and it's so nice!"
"Can we do this ... again?" Jason asked, slowing his movements. "I mean, what happens when Uncle Les comes back?" he added, now stopping altogether.
"I ... I don't know," Doris said. She knew this conversation had to happen eventually, but she had pushed it totally out of her mind. "Let's wait until then, OK?"
"I ... I don't think I could just ... listen outside the door anymore," he said softly, his words clipped, icy.
"Let's talk about it later," Doris said. Her pussy was now burning with a hungry ache, filled with a demand for his huge cock. "Let's fuck now and...."
"No, goddammit!" he said, his tone frightening her. He got to his knees and slipped off the bed, reaching for his cut-offs. "I'll be out in the corn field when you're ready to talk about it."
Doris was so stunned with his sudden change of mood she merely lay there, her mouth open. When she heard the back door slam, rattling the windows, she sat up, feeling suddenly cold.
What was his problem? she wondered. Everything had seemed so great, their bodies seemed to be made for each other. Could it be that he was ... jealous? Surely not of his own uncle!
How would you like it? she asked herself. How would you like to listen outside a bedroom door? What if it were Jason and some girl, and you were alone?
Confused and feeling terribly empty, she stumbled to the bathroom and showered, concentrating on the jets of water and not her nephew. Perhaps they could just start over, pretend that last night hadn't happened. She would go in there and fix breakfast like she had done thousands of times, and then call him, and....
"Jason!" she cried out. "Your breakfast is ready!" When she received no reply, she called again. Finally, she walked toward the corn field, looking down the long rows. When she saw him bent over weeding, his sweaty back to her, she had the same sensation in her cunt as the day before. "Jason," she said softly, "your breakfast is ready. Are you hungry?"
"Well?" he asked, turning, giving her a hard look.
"We can work something out," she said, defeated. "I promise. Now come eat."
"No, you come here," he said, standing. He pulled his cut-offs down and kicked them to one side. As he stood there in the harsh sunlight, looking like some Greek god, his eyes drilled into hers. "You come eat," he added, spreading his legs.
"Jason! What if someone...."
"Come here," he commanded. "If I have to play second fiddle to Uncle Les, I'm going to get it when I can."
"But right here," she said, stretching her arms out, "in the corn field? In front of God and everyone?"
"Come here," he repeated, his tone softer, yet filled with more authority. When she started forward, he held up his hand. "Take off your clothes first," he added.
Doris did as she was told, thinking that somehow she should be angry or humiliated. Instead, the throbbing in her cunt became more demanding than ever. They were like Adam and Eve now, fully naked, the soft wind from the east caressing their bodies.
"Yes," she whispered, kneeling before his huge, hulking frame. She reached out and bent his rock-hard cock downward, guiding the meaty tip of it toward her lips. "Oh ... God, yes!" she gasped, engulfing it with her warm mouth.
She began sucking up and down the shaft furiously, her mind and body about to explode with ecstasy. She didn't even mind the gritty dirt against her knees, the cruel look he was giving her. All that mattered was the delicious hunger in the back of her throat. She licked and chewed more wildly, slapping her lips into his wet crotch hairs with each forward gulp. Soon his cockhead was throbbing between her tonsils, the tiny cum-hole steaming with acrid flavor.
"That's right, you little cocksucker," Jason whispered, humping forward and holding the back of her head with both hands. "Suck me good. Suck me better than you do Uncle Les!"
Doris sucked on his dick for all she was worth, her body writhing and squirming with passion. She closed her eyes and gave a throaty groan of dark pleasure, running her fingers up and down his hairy legs. She felt the muscles tense.
"Ohhhhh ... yes!" she gurgled, stabbing the tip of her nose into his crotch, feeling his balls rumble with jism as they draped over her chin.
"Like it, don't you, whore?" Jason growled, now pumping his ass back and forth. "You just love the shit out of my dick, don't you?"
"Mmmm!" Doris choked, squirming her face around in his crotch, locking her lips tightly around the jerking cock.
"Oh ... baby, that's good, so fucking fine!" Jason winced, knowing he couldn't last much longer. "Jesus fucking Christ, you've got the best little cocksucking mouth I've ever had! Shit, bitch, suck it like that all fucking day!"
Once more Doris was taken with the sheer beauty of the day, the wonderful sensations of having a thick, meaty slab of cock in her throat, the sweet smell of the corn field. Her entire body was now alive with pleasure, each cell pulsating with ecstasy. Then, almost without warning, she felt an explosion of raw release thunder up and down her pussy.
"Take it, bitch," Jason growled, knowing her pleasure was peaking from the way her mouth was now gobbling on his prick. "Lick it down to your throbbing little pussy!"
As her orgasm seemed to burst in every direction, buttering up her insides, Doris felt the first of many spasms along her nephew's cock.
"Ohhhh!" she screamed out, her voice finally becoming blocked with the first spewing wad. "Mmmmfff!"
"Oh ... sweet ... shit!" Jason cried out, his body freezing for a long moment. As the second glob of juice exploded inside her throat, he began humping so wildly he lost his footing. He fell forward, crushing her beneath him. As his cock stabbed savagely between her lips, he grabbed two stalks of corn for support and began hammering brutally into her mouth, slinging his lava-like cum all over her face. "Take it, cum-sucker!" he spat. "Goddamn you, take it ... all ... and lick it down!"
Their wild fucking filled Doris' body with an even greater urgency. She wiggled around on the damp earth and tore at his back, his ass, digging her nails into the taut, firm flesh. She couldn't seem to get enough of him, every molecule in her body was crying out for more. Her pleasures now became almost painful, gripping her insides like a fist.
"Lick it, cocksucker!" Jason winced, now shoving his full weight into her mouth. The sounds of cum-stained flesh smacking together seemed to echo from the very sky. "Eat my dick forever, you cock-hungry cum-sucker!"
Doris was hardly even aware that he had finally stopped all movement. Her own body was still thrashing and bucking with one wave of orgasm after another, her hungry mouth gobbling furiously upward. She finally gave a choking moan of exhaustion and felt her body relax.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured, rubbing the crack of his ass with her fingers.
"Did I hurt you?" Jason asked after a while, rolling off her face. He suddenly felt rather silly, being so dramatic that way. Why did he have to fuck-up such a good deal? So what, if his uncle was gonna dip into her cunt every night and not him? He should thank God for small favors. "I ... I didn't mean to," he said, his voice tender, concerned.
"It was wonderful," Doris gasped. "The best I've ever had." She scooped the stray globs of cum from her cheeks and gulped them over her tongue. She must have had her face crushed against the ground, she thought, as the flavor of earth mixed with his juices. "Mmmmm, still is," she murmured softly, rolling the gritty texture into her cheeks.
"I don't know what came over me," Jason began, wondering what magic words he could say to erase all he had said. "I just...."
"Well I certainly know what came over me." Doris laughed, savoring the last few drops of his jism. "Damn, you're a walking cum bank, kid!"
They were silent for the longest time, occasionally looking through the corn field, smelling the sweet, country air. Finally, Jason leaned over and kissed Doris on the shoulder, letting his tongue slide over the silky flesh.
"I guess you're right," he said, "we must look pretty stupid here. Buck-ass naked. I guess if someone did come out, we'd have a rough time explaining it."
"I don't think I would have wanted it any other way," Doris said somewhat sadly, watching the sun shine through the long, green leaves.
"How about that breakfast now?" Jason asked, standing.
"I've already had mine," Doris said wickedly, grasping his cock, releasing a final wad of silvery juice from his shaft. She lapped it from his cockhead, then stood in front of him, her lips burning against his chest. "I hope you don't mind cold eggs and limp bacon."
"I doubt if anything could be limp for very long around you," Jason laughed. "Come on, let's go."