Chapter 11
"How was your brother?" asked Dolly as she passed the platter of meat loaf.
"Dave? He was fine," said Jett. "He wants me to come and stay with him and Edith, but I told him I kind of like the garage work and want to stay with that a while longer."
Betty and Anna exchanged pleased looks. "I'm glad," said Betty. "Daddy says you're a good mechanic."
"You're turning out a lot of work for a new man," said Luke. "I'm satisfied." His eyes twinkled as the agreeable memory of the nubile Doris came to him. "On the whole I think it's been good for both of us."
"Why, thank you," Jett hesitated, then went on: "I thought for a while you were pretty mad at me."
"It's all right. Forget it," said Luke airily. "Something happen at the shop?" asked Dolly.
"It's nothing," answered Luke. "As a matter-of-fact, it turned out for the best."
"I do want to go over to Dave's tomorrow and maybe stay till Sunday."
"Oh, no!" said Anna with a pout.
"Why not?" demanded her father. "Can't he see his brother?"
"Well, I was just thinking." She glanced at Betty. "Never mind. I guess next week'll have to do."
Betty suppressed a smile. She knew what Anna had been thinking. Their contest ended tonight and they had planned to have the winner go into Jett's room on Saturday night if they could work it out. His going to his brother's would delay the winner's collecting the prize-whoever was the final winner. Right then they were no closer to deciding than they had been .at the beginning of the week, both of them going in to the last few hours of Friday with eight new scalps on their war belts as trophies of the contest.
"Are you girls going out tonight?" asked Dolly.
"You know it's the football game, Mother!" said Betty.
"You both going together?"
"I'm riding with Jan and her boyfriend," said Anna over a spoonful of peas.
"And Jack's taking me," said Betty.
"Well, don't be late getting in. Your father and I worry."
"And how about you, Jett?" asked Luke. "I got the old Model B almost ready to roll again. After supper I'll put the pan back on, put some new plugs in it and see if it won't fire up."
Luke yawned. "Am I tired tonight! I think I'll go to bed early."
"Great!" Dolly snorted, her huge breasts bobbing. "Another exciting evening for me with the boob tube."
"And a six-pack of beer," said Luke caustically.
Betty nudged Anna and giggled. When they left the table Anna whispered to her sister, "Do you see how sleepy Papa got again?"
"Yeah. Sleeping tablets in the soup again, I'll bet."
"I figure that's why Jett wants to spend Saturday night at Cousin Dave's-to rest up. Mama's been in there every night this week."
"The poor thing's probably exhausted-working all day and fucking Mama all night." The two girls were still giggling when they went out the door.
The evening passed as predicted. Jett got the Model B running, then went to bed. Luke had already turned in. Dolly sat watching TV till, the house grew still, then she put her empty can of beer down, left a night light burning for the girls when they came in, and crept stealthily upstairs to the bedroom level.
Jett was deep in sleep when he began to dream. There was the soft voluptuousness of Mrs. Edmunds, and he pictured her lying on the huge round bed, naked, her perfect breasts quivering as he played with them and laved the turgid nipples. Her Venus mound was very prominent, and he saw that she had a thick firm pillow under the soft rounded cheeks of her ass.
Her cunt was raised, the thick curls standing out from her body, the moist pink gash open in invitation. He left a hot trail of kisses across her rounded belly and pressed his face into the soft dampness of her cunt, kissing it passionately. She was writhing under him, and her legs came up, clamping tightly around his head, holding him there.
He was smothering, and he felt the hot moist cunt open in front of him. He tried to lick it. He lunged forward desperately, unable to breathe, but not caring. He wanted her cunt, wanted it in his face, touching him, wanted to kiss it, to feel it pressing against his mouth, his nose, his lips.
It was right there, it was all around him. She was swallowing him with her cunt. It had opened as he quaffed at its sweet goodness, and he was entering it, swimming in it, he was working his way into the sweetness of it. He could feel its tightness around him now, could feel her internal muscles working on him, could feel the rippling sensation going along his body from his feet to his head, forcing him in, deeper and deeper into her cunt, till suddenly he was head to head with someone else.
It was Doris. She was in there with him, but she was coming from the other end and her mouth was on his and their lips and tongues and teeth were all working on each other's; he could feel the saliva dribbling from her mouth and he sucked it, wanting to engulf her. Their hands were all over each other's bodies, feeling, grasping, searching. Hers was a lush, passionate body, built for love, built to be the cushion for a man lunging into her; a soft body with great rounded cushions on her ass and huge, rubbery globes for breasts. She was built to be balled.
And she and he were pressed together, working past each other, his mouth sucking on her great breasts, mouthing them, nursing on them, and he could feel the milk coming from them. He sucked hungrily, tasting the warm goodness of the milk as it came into his mouth, and he could feel the warm froth at his lips. He sucked one huge globe dry, then moved to the other, squeezing its fullness with kneading fingers, then biting the nipple gently and sucking till he felt the flow of milk begin again. He sucked harder and harder.
The muscles of the constricting vagina that held them both continued the pulsating pressure that moved him along, and he worked further into the hot streaming tunnel, his mouth forced away from the nourishment from Doris' breasts that sustained him, fulfilled him.
He tried to recapture the huge dripping nipple, but could not. His questing mouth found instead, her navel, her belly, the lush foliage that shrouded her cunt. He worked his mouth around, twisting his face from side to side to free his mouth of the dry, tangled hair, until he found the moist, satin skin between. He sucked her clitoris a while, his nose buried in the cleavage below, in the wet opening to her body.
And as he sucked her, he felt her mouth on his cock, pulling as much of it into her mouth as she could, her tongue pressing it, her head bobbing as she worked on it. Her arms were around his body, her hands busy on the cheeks of his ass, fondling, kneading, a finger sliding into the cleft to probe delicately there while her mouth increased its pressure and tempo on his cock.
At the same time he licked alone: her gash, mouthing it, drinking in the moisture that seeped from it, his tongue probing into the wet hole squirming so deliriously in his face. He too had a finger in the clenched asshole between her soft white cheeks, and he sucked and licked the folds of her cunt; he could feel the tension mount in her body as it did in his own.
And as the tension rose in them both, the tightly constricting vagina that held them convulsed in orgasm, and their bodies were bruised and jerked in the spasmodic convulsions of the sheath while at the same time their own explosions came" and rocked them, until it felt as if the whole world was going in one vast trembling mushroom cloud of passion.
He opened his eyes.
"Jett?"
"Aunt Dolly?"
"Yes. It's me." She was lying on the bed with him. Her head was pillowed on his thigh. She had hold of his cock in one hand, was looking at the end of it.
"That was quite a come," she said.
"I came?" he asked weakly.
"My God! You don't know?" She squeezed his cock and shook it in mock anger. "I had an awful time waking you; you were sleeping like a dead man. So I decided to eat you. You woke up for that, all right."
"I did?" he asked, still bewildered.
"It took a while, but you got a real charge off when you came." She sighed contentedly, folding his balls and base of his cock with one hand. "Ahh, Jett, what I wouldn't give to be eighteen again and meeting you for the first time! I wouldn't let anyone take you away from me."
"Well, thank you, Aunt Dolly." He stretched on the bed and yawned, realizing finally what had happened, relaxing in the aftermath of the passion that had controlled him for a brief while.
He lay there, his mind centered on the sensations that his aunt was now raising in his body. She continued her fondling of his cock and balls and her tongue darted out to lick around the head of his meaty shaft. The sensation was delicately sensual, and he could feel the slow rising warmth in his cock as it began to stir and swell. As it expanded she begin to lick more and more energetically until finally she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it gently.
He sighed. After a few more minutes, his prick was standing in full arousal, throbbing with a renewed, aching need. At that point Dolly moved away from his cock and lay back on the bed. She kept one hand on his cock, as if it were a handle, and she tugged at it.
"Come on, Jett. I can't wait any longer. Fuck me now. Please! I want this great huge cock of yours in me, pounding me. Hurry!"
He turned and mounted her, entering her with one thrusting lunge, his loins slapping against hers as his cock was sheathed to the hilt. He drew eight inches of it out and slammed down again, and then again, fucking with a slow tempo, but savagely, withdrawing his cock its full length until the bulbous head trembled between the flushed swollen lips of her cunt, then driving down again with a thud as their bodies came together.
"Oh, God! That's great!" she exulted. 'Tuck me slow, make it last, oh, that's so good, that feels so good, so good!"
Her hands clawed at his back and her hips were moving in slow but irresistible fashion, her pelvis rolling and twisting from side to side, tilting her cunt to every imaginable angle while he fucked into her. He too was working his cock in her cunt from a dozen different angles, slanting from side to side and drawing back till the head was trembling between the wet, satin lips and working there for a while before he drove it further.
"All right, all right! God damn it, stop that!"
The voice was outraged, furious, slapping at them at the same time that the room light came on. Jett stopped, frozen in mid-thrust, his head turning to see who was shouting at them from the doorway. It was his Uncle Luke standing there, livid, his fist shaking at them.
"Stop fucking her, Jett! Get off my wife!"
Jett tried to raise his hips, to withdraw his quivering cock from the moist receptacle that held it, but he couldn't. Dolly's arms were locked around his chest, her ankles behind his back. "Not now, by God!" she said. "You stay right where you are!"
"Dolly!" Luke was standing by the bed now, looking down at them.
"You go to hell, Luke Lanigan!" she cried. "You've no right to come busting in here like this, into Jett's bedroom."
"Jett's bedroom!" He was outraged.
"Go on, get out of here!" she insisted.
She began to move her hips, and Jett could, feel her internal muscles working on his cock.
"Damn it, Dolly, you're my wife! You got no business letting him fuck you this way!"
"Damn you, Luke, I give you all the cunt you want! You got no call to come busting in here while me and Jett-are fucking on my own time! Now get out of here!"
"Dolly!" He stared at her, open-mouthed.
"I mean it, Luke! I'm not stopping now for anything. We've gone too far, and since we can't turn the clock back to before he had this big whang of his in me, we're going to finish it!"
"Finish it, Dolly?" he groaned.
"For God's sake, Luke! I can't stop now!"
Her movements had become more vigorous as they talked till they finally reached again the frantic urgency of when he had first come in. Her cunt was a hot vibrating holster for Jett's gun, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and began to fuck into her again. Both of them were oblivious to the man who was leaning over them now.
Luke watched in silence for a few moments, then fumbled at his own pajama bottoms and in an instant had his own stiff cock in his hand, caressing it, fisting it, his hand moving in a slow jacking motion. His eyes were bright as he watched the lean muscular body of Jett working on his wife.
Her feet were flat on the mattress now so that she could get more leverage for her increasingly frantic hip movements. Luke could see Jett's cock as it came out from between the flushed velvet lips of her cunt and then traveled in again in a sledging motion, their loins coming together with a dull slapping sound. Luke groaned and took a tighter grip on his cock and began to jack off in faster and faster tempo, matching the rhythm of the couple on the bed.
"Oh, you've got a nice cock," breathed Dolly.
"I love your pussy, Aunt Dolly, your sweet hot pussy!"
"Oh, Jett! Fuck me faster!"
"I'm coming, Aunt Dolly! I can't hold it back any more! I'm cooooommmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg!"
"Me, too, Jett! Faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me harder, harder!"
His hips were moving at blinding speed now, sledging his triphammer of a cock into the soft white pavement of her body, till a thin cry came from her mouth, a cry she stifled by sinking her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, while her own hips went wild.
They thrashed against each other in a paroxysm of passion, his hot come spurting up into her tight cunt while beside the bed Uncle Luke also achieved his orgasm, his sperm shooting onto the writhing, jerking figures before him.