Chapter 2
"Are you busy?" Jett frowned. All he could see was that his aunt was sitting astride a man's lap, the top of her babydoll pajamas falling around her, covering his legs where she was sitting. Her arms were around the man's neck and her face was very close to his.
"What is it, Jett?"
"You said you were going to get me some pajamas."
She cleared her throat before she could speak clearly. "Yes, of course. You-you go back in the bedroom and I'll be there in a minute. I've-I've got to finish getting a cinder out of his eye." She gestured feebly. "The milkman. He can't drive the truck with a cinder in his eye."
"Oh, sure, Aunt Dolly. I can wait." He obediently turned and left the room.
The seated man exhaled a breath of bitter anguish, then jerked his hips upward in futile effort to reclaim the passion of a moment be fore. The buxom, voluptuous woman on his lap looked at him critically. She could feel the change in his cock as it lay within her vagina-had felt its shrinking state as the voice of Jett Lanigan had startled him into total eclipse, softening, shriveling, shrinking, till the contraction of her cunt forced it out of her completely. "Oh, Dolly!" he cried.
"Sorry," she said, getting up. "That killed it for now. Maybe we'll have better luck Wednesday. I'll try to get him out of the house."
With that she left him to find his own way out, and went in search of pajamas for Jett to wear. He was standing in the middle of the master bedroom when she walked in, still clad in only the towel he'd worn in the kitchen.
"Well, I got it out," announced Dolly.
"Got it out?" He looked at her blankly.
"The cinder, his eye, remember?"
"Oh, yes!"
"He's gone." She looked him up and down critically. "Why don't you sleep in the raw?"
"The raw?"
"Yeah. You know, no clothes. You're a lot bigger than Luke. I don't think any of his stuff would fit you."
"Well, look, I don't want to be a bother. I can just slip my clothes on and lay down on the couch or something."
"Not in those clothes," she said firmly.
"You've slept in them one night already. I'm going to throw them in the washer before they start walking around by themselves."
"I'll just go to the car. I've got some things in a suitcase there."
"Just never mind," she said, eyeing him up and down, an idea glimmering in the back of her mind. "You're all fresh and clean from the shower and you're going to bed. Hell, what's wrong with sleeping in the raw? I always do. I hate to wear anything to bed. Hell, I hate to wear anything any of the time as far as that goes. That's why I run around half-naked. Luke says I'm a nudist by inclination and I guess he's right. They've got the right idea about a lot of things."
"Who-who's that, Aunt Dolly?"
"Nudists. You know, the back-to-nature kick, benefits of the sun, natural way of life, false modesty, nothing shameful about the human body, all that kind of stuff."
"Yes. I guess I see what you mean."
"So you can sleep in the raw," she announced firmly. "But first I'm going to give you a little massage to loosen your muscles and relax you so you can rest better."
"Gee, you don't have to do that."
"I want to. I do it for Luke all the time. He swears that after a massage from me five hours of sleep do him as much good as ten without the massage."
She put a hand on his arm, then urged him over to the bed. "Come on. Lay down on the bed now." When he hesitated, she added, "Don't be bashful. You got a towel around you that Jungle Jim can hide behind. Hell, I don't have any more than that on myself." She grunted. "Not as much."
She raised her arms out from her sides to emphasize the fact she had only the flimsy top.
"Luke calls it my topless, bottomless look and says I might as well not have anything on. He says you can see everything I've got right through this thing. So I always get dressed before he comes home from work so he won't think this is all I've been wearing. But as long as he doesn't come home during the day, I figure I might as well be comfortable."
Jett gulped and remained silent, his eyes drinking in the almost completely revealed charms of his voluptuous young Aunt Dolly.
"You don't think it's so bad, do you?" she asked, her lower lip drooping in a pout.
"I think it's fine," he stammered, wishing that his girl friend Darlene had liked to wear clothes like that. He'd have given his left arm to have seen her this way some of the times they'd been alone in her house. He wondered irrelevantly what Darlene was thinking about him going to the city without even saying goodbye to her. His thoughts were interrupted by his aunt tugging at his arm.
"Come on, lie down on your belly so I can start taking the tension out of those back and shoulder muscles."
She was on her knees, straddling his hips, and as she worked he did, in fact, begin to feel more and more relaxed. After a few minutes of working on his back and shoulders, she straightened up and looked down at him with satisfaction.
"Okay, now roll over," she said. "I want to work on those chest and stomach muscles for a while."
He rolled over slowly and looked up in awe as she leaned over him, her face beaded with sweat from her exertions, her great breasts flopping loosely over him as she swayed. My God, what tits, he thought. They were scant inches from his face, looming over him like inflated balloons. The nipples were erect and turgid, seeming to point right at his mouth, and he licked his lips involuntarily at the proximity of the darkened, inviting fruit that crowned the fleshy mounds.
"That beer's making me sweat," she said conversationally. "And you've got a lot of muscles that need working over."
She suddenly straightened, and, with a deft movement pulled the pajama top off her shoulder and threw it to the floor beside the bed. Her tits jiggled and bobbed in frantic abandon till she was done and leaning over him again. His breathing became hoarse and ragged. His eyes had been drawn to the hairy mound that was resting on his legs and then came back to the big brown nipples that overhung his face.
"There, that's cooler," she continued. "And I can work on you better without it, too. And I guess you've seen a woman naked before, so it shouldn't be any shock to you."
"Why, yes-sure," he stammered, but it was a lie. He'd never seen a woman naked except on the occasion of a visit to the art museum in the state capital where he had seen naked females in paintings and statues, and also in some skin flick movies where there were revealing fleeting, frustrating glimpses of female nudity. But here was moist, raw, quivering flesh, right before his eyes, the hanging globes of her tits almost brushing his lips, the soft folds of her cunt resting wetly on his bare legs.
He'd never seen Darlene naked, even in their most heated petting passion when she had let him get a hand inside her blouse and push her bra out of the way and play with her soft rubbery tits. Even then he hadn't seen them, only fondled them. He had never realized just how titillating it was to see naked tits dangling almost in touching distance of his tongue. She rocked back now and began to work her fingers into the muscles of his chest.
"A handsome boy like you has probably already seen more than your share of naked ladies," she said in an effort to draw him out, but he kept quiet.
He smelled again the alcohol on her breath and wondered if she often drank beer before lunch. Almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, she spoke again.
"Your Uncle Luke sometimes, I swear, doesn't care if he ever sees me naked again. He keeps telling me to cover up, cover up, as if I should be ashamed of my body." She paused, pouting. "Do you think I should be ashamed of my body?"
"Lord, no!" he burst out, staring at her opulent curves.
"In fact, I don't think anyone should be ashamed of his body unless it's old and fat and ugly. Like you. I think you've got a beautiful body for a man. I really do."
"Well, thank you," he said weakly.
She had worked down his chest to his stomach and her hands were at the edge of the towel. She suddenly grinned at him. The towel that still covered him had a tent-like swelling in it as his cock had become aroused by her warm presence, her nakedness, and the juicy warm cunt that she was rubbing on his bare leg.
"What are you hiding under there?" she asked. "A hockey stick?"
With that she took a firm hold on the towel and pulled it off him, throwing it down on the floor beside them. With the weight and pressure of the restricting towel gone, his cock sprang to its full vibrating height, ten inches of thick, rock-hard cock. He lay still, looking at the stunned expression on her face as she stared at the towering prick, her lips parted and her tongue just visible as she moistened her lower lip.
"It's a beauty," she breathed finally. "My God! I've never seen anything like that. I'll bet the girls back home hated to see you go."
She reached forward with both hands and grasped hold of the shaft, one hand above the other, the swelling purple head still exposed above her fisted hands.
"I really do believe," she said, "that when your Uncle Luke gets home I'll throw rocks at him. Why, there's enough cock here to make two of his with enough left over to satisfy nine women out of ten."
"What-what are you going to do now, Aunt Dolly? Why are you squeezing it?"
"Silly boy," she murmured through sensuously pursed lips, looking down at him with half-closed eyes. "We're getting to the interesting part of the massage now."
"Do you think we should, Aunt Dolly?"
"I think we damned well better must!"
She was stroking his cock now with one hand, while the other was playing with the hairy sack below and the golf ball-sized nuggets that filled it. Jett remained still, his embarrassment lessened by the enjoyment he was getting from the ministrations of her hands. He was a healthy, normal youth who had for some years now been in the habit of masturbating regularly. He had always been an early riser, and years before, when puberty came upon him, he would often wake up long before the alarm went off to find himself with a stiff dick and a puzzling tightness and flushed feeling in his groin.
Rubbing his dick experimentally had revealed to him the pleasures to be gained in that very simple way. Many mornings he had fondled his cock and balls for an hour, until the alarm went off signaling time to get up. One morning he had awoken earlier than usual, and the fondling had continued till his cock and balls ached with a sexual pressure that drove him almost frantic. Finally, in a desperate, almost irrational attempt to find release from the force that gripped him, he had tightly fisted his cock and worked his hand till he thought he was going to go out of his mind.
Then blessed relief came to him in a shattering orgasm that left him staring in bewilderment at the sperm that had shot out of his cock to splash over his belly and chest and even up onto his face. It had felt as if a herd of wild butterflies had suddenly flown out of his asshole in a blinding storm. He lay shuddering for long minutes afterwards, reliving the experience and tossing it back and forth wonderingly in his mind.
The next morning when he awoke, he eagerly began to repeat the actions of the day before, in obedience to the natural law that says all Organisms strive to repeat experiences that are pleasant and avoid those that are unpleasant. And this time, knowing what the ultimate sensation was, and having the specific goal of orgasm and ejaculation, he went about it more scientifically and with dispatch. It didn't take nearly as long.
In the mornings that followed he experimented avidly with different methods and strokes, using one hand, both hands, greasing his member with vaseline for a slippery feeling, and even fucking the mattress, lying face down with his stiff sock pressured between his belly and the mattress and dry-fucking till he came. Some mornings he had time for two or three orgasms before he had to get up for school or to do his chores in the barn on weekends.
He even went out to the barn some days and tried to get a hungry calf to suck his stiff, anxious cock but that didn't work too well. It was thin nourishment for the calf, and Jett couldn't get one to suck long enough to do him any good. After a time, he began to think that it was a mistake to hurry and try to get in two or three orgasms each morning, and found he could achieve heightened sensations by making each masturbation last as long as he could, delaying orgasm till the last, final, violent, heightened moment of come.
As the years went by, Jett's pattern varied, but his interest never flagged, and he looked forward to the day when at last he would screw a real, live, female girl. He had tried to make out with Darlene-and others before-but had always been put off by their pleas and protestations of innocence and desire to continue virginity until marriage.
Once even, when he and Darlene had been petting, she had put a hand down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He had immediately taken it out and begged her to play with it, but she turned her back and refused even to look at him till he had put the ugly naked thing away.
But much as he had enjoyed Darlene's rubbing of his cock through his pants and all the hundreds of times he'd jacked off, there never had been anything that quite equaled the sensations that his aunt was now bringing him as she lovingly fondled him with her educated fingers. I guess it must be always nicer when someone else is doing it for you, he thought, and reveled in the physical thrills.
She was working the foreskin back and forth over the ridge of the glans and, as he watched, a drop of moisture oozed out through the slitted end and stood trembling there.
"Aaahhh," she sighed. "You're getting hot already, aren't you, boy?"
And she leaned forward and licked off the drop of moisture, then took the great head of his cock between her lips and began gently to suck it. Jett closed his eyes and clenched his fists by his sides. Her lips and tongue were arousing the most lascivious feeling that he'd ever had, and he tensed the muscles in his buttocks, jerking his cock upwards.
She responded to his movements by opening her lips wider and accepting more of his stiff cock in her mouth, increasing the sucking pressure on it and at the same time continuing to fondle his balls and stroke the base of his shaft. His body began to arch and jerk as the climax started, and she nursed greedily on his twitching meat as the hot torrent of his come shot into her mouth.
She swallowed all there was, then began to lick the outside of his cock, laving it thoroughly and tenderly as he lay there, his body calming down from the spasms that had shaken him. His cock was still swollen, although softened now in the aftermath of his climax, but, as she licked it and nibbled on it with her lewd mouth and tongue and lips, it soon began to resume its former rigidity till it stood again erect and quivering.
She drew back and smiled down at him. "You see what eighteen can do, Jett? Take advantage of it and use it all you can, while you can. When you're as old as Luke, you'll only do it once a week or so and think then it's hardly worth the effort."
"That don't seem possible, Aunt Dolly! It feels so good-to come. And the way you sucked me! I never had anyone suck me before."
"It was my pleasure, Jett. You've got such a big, beautiful cock; it's more than twice the size of Luke's. I'll suck it for you every day if you want."
She bent forward and took the huge, shiny head between her lips for a few moments and worked gently on it till it began to jerk spasmodically in her mouth. She drew her lips from it then, almost regretfully, raised up on her knees, moving forward till she was straddling his hips, the bell of-his cock pressing against the soft lips of her cunt. It felt hot where their soft flesh pressed together.
He watched as she reached down with her hands and spread the plushy labia. He could see the moist coral inner surfaces as they spread to accommodate the head of his cock, and the weight of her body gradually came down on it, driving his rod of flesh into the hot steamy passage of her cunt.
It was tight, and felt in a way like someone pulling a hot, wet glove onto his hand, and yet there was a voluptuous sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. She worked down and he saw the shaft slowly disappear into her cunt. She would swallow an inch of it with her clutching, squeezing pussy, then stop and rotate her hips and work the internal muscles of her cunt till he groaned from the tension it was raising in him. Then she would lower herself till she had forced another inch or so up her crack, and again rotate her hips and work internally on his cock.
By the time she had half its length inside, her eyes were glazed and her breath was coming hoarsely through dried, parted lips. She paused in her movements.
"Oh, Jett," she murmured, "this is great. You feel so good in me, so big. I've never had a cock like yours in me." She sighed and wriggled and her hips moved downward and Jett watched in fascination as another inch of his bone-hard shaft slowly sank into her clutching vagina.
"I want you in me," she gasped hoarsely. "All of you. I want all of you in me, that whole great cock, up my channel, filling me-oh, Jett!"
She hunched and drove downward, enveloping still more of his meat. The going was slow, the sheath tight, the cock big and throbbing, but she was determined to take it all. Jett reached up and grasped her by the waist, jerking upward, forcing more and more of his cock into her as she writhed and wriggled and used the weight of her body to force herself down on his pole, impaling herself, creating an ecstasy of pain-pleasure that filled her body with the same demanding pressure and urgency with which his meat filled her juicy cunt.
When finally she had forced it all into her, high up in her belly, her weight resting on his hip bones, he was almost to the point of coming. She began to rock slowly back and forth, her movements causing his cock to slide an inch or two out of her cunt, then baek again to the very hilt. She could feel the tension building high in him as well as in herself and she speeded up the rocking motion, the accelerated friction on his throbbing, twitching cock sending him into frantic bucking as he sought to gain release from the tension that gripped him.
"Jacking off was never like this," he muttered under his breath, and jerked his hips upwards in a series of sharp movements that helped bring off his charge, and his come shot scaldingly up her sheath even as she convulsed in her own orgasm.