Chapter 3

She lay still, resting on his chest, her hands on his shoulders. After a moment, she said: "It was beautiful, a really beautiful experience. Did you feel it, really feel it?"

"Oh, I felt it all right," he assured her.

"Did you get the same impact I did?"

"Oh, yes," he answered. "It was great, it was groovy," he added, not wanting to tell her now that it was the first time that he'd ever fucked a girl, that he'd been a virgin till that morning.

"The next time will be even better," she said confidently. "And then I'll let you get some sleep before supper."

"Oh, don't worry about sleep. I really don't need any sleep." It was in fact the furthest thought from his mind as he lay there, his arms around her, his now flaccid cock still resting in the warm and pleasant cave that sheltered it.

She began to kiss him-huge, open-mouthed kisses, with her tongue darting into his mouth, licking the lips and the inside of his mouth, his teeth. He began to suck her tongue. He was caressing her back and he ran his hands down over her fanny and began to stroke and squeeze the cheeks of her ass. She wriggled it under his hands and the movement stirred his cock, putting a delicious pressure on it, and he could feel it begin to respond to her movements.

He dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, fingering the separation and the tight-puckered hole. She was writhing on his body, her tongue a frenetic instrument in his mouth, her breasts squashed against his chest. He could feel the hardness of the nipples burning into him. She suddenly pulled her mouth from his long enough to whisper urgently: "Wet your finger, quick! Then stick it in my ass!"

His searching hands roamed over the rounds of her ass and found the wet cleft that still sheltered his cock. Their overflowing lubricating juices and his sperm still oozed there; he wet a finger with the fluid, then probed at her ass, inserting his finger deep within her and moving it around. She moaned deep in her throat; her whole body was writhing sensuously on him and he could feel the contractions in her cunt applying a delicious pressure to his cock. It continued to harden till it finally regained its former rock-like rigidity and jerked spasmodically within her.

She felt it move and moaned more loudly, her hips rolling as she tilted her cunt first one way and then another, so that the heavenly friction and pressure would be continuously varied in their placement. He left most of the movement up to her, not really sure what she might want him to do, and so overwhelmed by the tenacity with which she held him, and the strength and even violence of her movements, that he let himself be used, guiding himself by what she seemed to want. And right now that just seemed to be his cock up tight in her, and her own writhings and contortions to create the sensations that made her blood pound, and made the moanings and little cries come louder and closer together. Then, finally, she gripped him by the arms and whispered to him hoarsely: "Quick, roll over! I want you on top of me, slamming it into me!"

They rolled over, still coupled, and her thighs spread, her knees drawn up and her feet flat on the mattress for increased leverage. He began the strokings that he thought she wanted, pulling his rod back an inch or two and then sinking it to the depths again, and she bucked up, meeting him, her ass muscles clenching as she humped up to meet his thrusts, but exquisite as the friction was on his cock, it was too mild and hesitant a movement to satisfy him.

Instinctively he began to null back further till the bulbous head of his cock nearly cleared the moist puffy lips of her cunt, and then he jerked his cock down into her hot passage again with a thrusting lunge that slammed her ass down into the mattress with a thud as his body slapped against hers.

"That's it, Jett, baby!" she cried. "Fuck me hard and deep!"

Her cry made him redouble his efforts and his hips swung up and back in a frenzy of motion while she bucked and humped in unison with him, her feet braced, her loins a hot reservoir of passion.

"Fuck me, Jett! Sock it to me, boy! Pound it into me!"

And he pounded on, fucking with a savage desperation till finally the hot lava exploded up from his balls and came cascading deep into her belly. Her own orgasm followed immediately, and they lay in each other's arms, trembling in the aftermath of the violence of their lovemaking. After a time she nibbled on his ear.

"That was great, Jett. You're a real cocksman. I'll bet the girls back home are crying because you've left and taken this beautiful cock away from them."

He sighed, but said nothing. He rather liked the idea of being thought a dashing Romeo. Then he frowned-slightly. What if he had been bolder back home as his aunt evidently thought he had been? Bolder with Darlene and the other girls he'd gone out with? Could it be that he had really missed everything that his aunt seemed to think he'd had-and that more vigorous and persistent efforts would have brought him many happy conquests?

They lay resting for a minute, she laying back on the bed and he beside her with his head against her shoulder. The great soft mound of her tit was right under his nose and he stared in fascination at the satiny, creamy surface of it. On impulse he moved his head forward an inch, reached out with his tongue and touched the smooth, slick skin. She stirred slightly and put her hand on the back of his head, pressing it tighter against her breast. He moved his tongue around, licking the satin surface, and at the same time his hand cupped her breast, closing his fingers on it and working the soft flesh up toward the crowning nipple, as if he were milking her.

She's a lot bigger than Darlene, he thought. When he had squeezed Darlene's tit, his hand had been able to grasp nearly all of it, while his aunt's was easily twice as much in volume. Both of them, though, had the same soft, rubbery consistency, and, as his fingers worked, he could feel the tension and excitement rise higher in his groin.

He moved his head another inch and his tongue licked the huge flat nipple. He laved it and worried it with his tongue, then took it between his teeth and bit it gently. It slowly began to swell and harden till it stood upright like a thimble, and he began to nurse it steadily, pulling it and part of the soft mounded flesh around it into his greedy mouth. The hunger for her body rose and he had the crazy notion that all he wanted to do was tear her, rend her, eat her, till he had swallowed all of this great, soft, luscious body and made it one with his.

She moaned and cried and began to writhe under him. After a while she moved so that he could suck and play with her other breast. Her hands were busy on his back, caressing him, squeezing him as he sucked her. She began making little crooning noises that slowly began to form into words.

"Oh, Jett, I like you to suck me. That feels so good. Don't stop, don't stop. Suck me, Jett! That's good, that feels so good."

"Okay, Aunt Dolly," he thought, "I'll suck you all you want," and he returned to the first breast for another turn, his appetite for her body even more aroused than it had been at the beginning. He felt he could suck her all day and night and never get enough of her sweet tits. She kept moaning and writhing, and every once in a while she would talk to him.

"Oh, Jett, Jett! Do you like my tits? Do you like them, baby?"

He pulled his mouth from one great quivering globe. "Oh, yes, yes! I like them, Aunty."

"It feels so good when you nurse them. I wish I had milk for you in them, Jett. I'd like to feed you, give you all the titty you want!"

"I wish so too, Aunt Dolly. I like to suck them, I like your titties."

"Do you like my body? Do you like to eat me, Jett?"

"Oh, yes! I like to eat you!"

She had her hands on his head and she urged his head down towards her belly. "Will you kiss my navel, Jett? Please! Please! I want you to kiss my belly."

"Oh, yes!" He groaned, and his lips and tongue licked the great round of her belly, all over it, his tongue dipping into the deep navel that centered the inverted white saucer scarred by the hairy triangle at its lower edge.

"Oh, Jett, that feels so good! Jett, will you kiss my thighs? I want you to kiss my legs."

"Oh, yes, Aunt Dolly." And he moved his head so that his tongue traced a hot, moist path along the inner surface of her thighs.

She spread them wide so that he could crouch between them and, as he worked, her hairy bush brushed against his forehead and his hunger for her body grew. Her knees were drawn sharply up and her heels were flat on the mattress. She rotated her hips, tilting her cunt upwards, and, as he licked and kissed along the crease of her thigh, the sight of the puffed, moist lips of her cunt and the coral flesh between the large turgid clitoris caught his eye. He thought of the great pleasure he had had from sucking the great spiked nipples of her tits and he wondered if he could get as much enjoyment from sucking on the clitoris that throbbed in sexual need a scant inch from his lips.

"Oh, Jett! Kiss me, kiss me!" she cried.

"Oh, yes!" He had both hands tight on the cheeks of her ass and he squeezed her firmly, holding her still, and he redoubled his efforts, kissing the satin flesh of her inner thighs and around her box, his tongue a hot, wet instrument of passion.

"Oh, no, Jett!" She was nearly sobbing now in her arousal. "Not my legs any more. Not that!" And she twisted her cunt up, her hips jerking as she thrust the hot cleft up in open invitation for him to slake his hunger there, on that pot of honey between the shaggy cliffs of soft lush flesh.

"Oh, Aunty! Is this what you want?" he groaned, and his mouth closed over the throbbing clitoris and he began to suck it, his fingers working in the soft meat of her ass all the while.

"That's it," she breathed. "That's it, that feels so good. You're a good boy, Jett. That's it, Jett, suck it, suck it, boy!"

And he nursed vigorously, although it seemed almost as if she didn't want him there, the way her hips rolled and twisted and jerked so that her cunt was tilted in a hundred directions so that he had trouble keeping the clitoris in his mouth. He loosed his hands from the cheeks of her ass, then put his arms around her thighs, gripping her so that she couldn't move, and he sucked hungrily on her turgid clit.

"That's good, Jett, that's fine! You suck it good, boy. Oh, that's nice, that's nice." She paused. "Please, lick it now, lick it all over, would you, Jett? Please lick it for me."

He held his mouth wide open on her cunt, using the flat of his tongue to lave the fevered flesh, licking up and down both sides, and into the hole between. She was crooning now, the wordless crooning that was accompanied by a spasmodic trembling in her loins and legs as he licked and sucked her.

His tongue was a darting snake that speared into her hole, then slavered over the soft folds of her flesh as he closed his mouth on her, drawing as much of the sweet puffiness into his mouth as he could.

The acrid taste filled his nostrils and his mind and the hunger he felt for her body rose higher and higher even as he felt the approach of her orgasm. Then it hit her, her body thrashed around in a series of frenzied movements as he sucked and licked furiously to help her with her come. By the time she was finished, her body lying exhausted and relaxed, his own excitement had grown till he could hardly stand it.

He lifted his face from her bush and moved up so that the head of his huge cock was pressed between the flushed lips of her cunt, and she opened her startled eyes and looked at him he drove his great sword with one motion into the hot tight sheath of her body.

"I had no idea," she gasped, "that you'd be ready again so quick. My God! The recuperative power of the young!"

With that she locked her ankles behind his back and let him carry her along on his ride up to the moon. It would have been a better fuck than the earlier ones, if for no other reason than the longer time it took because of his three earlier ejaculations, but in addition to that, she showed him new movements and rhythms which added to his lust. When they had both reached another orgasm, they lay again in each other's arms, exhausted and satiated.

"I'm sure glad you came to the city-to seek your fortune-and decided to stop here," she said after a minute. "And when your Uncle Luke gets home we'll talk to him about you going to work in the garage."

"You mean in his shop? Do you think he'd hire me, Aunt Dolly? Does he have room for another mechanic? I-I'm pretty good with cars."

He was elated at the prospect of a job already.

"He'll have room if he has to let someone else go," she said grimly. "Blood is thicker than water and I'll not have him put someone else ahead of you. You'll go to work in his garage and you'll stay here with us as long as you want."

"Gee, that's great, Aunt Dolly," he said, congratulating himself on his great stroke of luck. His Uncle Luke had a fine, big garage and it had been in the back of his mind that maybe he'd be able to get a start by working for him. He was a fair backyard mechanic, anyway. For the last couple of years, he'd done 'all the repair work on the tractor and other machinery on the Lanigan farm besides all the work he'd done on the little Model B Ford to keep it running.

"Oh, yes," she murmured, her hand resting on his cock. "I'll not have you going to your brother's or anywhere else, not when we've got room here."

"Are you sure you've got room, Aunt Dolly?"

She was gently rubbing his flaccid shaft. "Uncle Luke can always sleep on the couch."

She giggled. "No, I'm just kidding. There's a bedroom that's not used at all. Next to the girls' room. It's yours as long as you want to stay."

She was squeezing his balls gently, then took hold of his cock and began to fondle it and move her fisted hand back and forth along the barrel in a jacking motion.

"Eighteen," she mused. "That's a great age. When I was eighteen I could hardly get enough. I always had two or three boyfriends and went out with a different one every night." She gave his cock an affectionate squeeze. "But none quite as nice as you, Jett. You've sure got a lot to offer a girl."

She kept working and fondling his cock. "I'd better get up and get dressed. It won't be long before the girls are home from school and then I'll have to get supper ready. In the meantime, you can sleep an hour or two."

"I really don't need to sleep, Aunty," he said hoarsely, as her hand tightened its grip and quickened its movement on his prick.

"Maybe I won't get up just yet," she said in a sensual tone. His cock had started to harden and swell under her playing. "You've got a lot of energy yet, I see, Jett. Would you like to go again?"

"Oh, yes, Aunty! Oh, my, yes!" Jett never did get any sleep that afternoon. By the time he was called to supper he was ravenously hungry from the grueling trip, lack of sleep, and from the Herculean exertions his aunt had led him through that afternoon.

"How'd your father ever feed you?" asked his uncle as Jett reached for the last pork chop on the platter.

"Don't!" exclaimed his wife. "You're embarrassing the boy. You know what appetites boys have got."

"That's not an appetite, it's a bottomless pit," he returned good-naturedly. He was a stocky man with graying hair, and a bushy mustache overhanging his mouth.

"Don't take my teasing seriously, Jett," he went on. "Eat as much as you want. You had a long trip. You must be tired. I'll bet you won't do that again soon."

"Well, yes and no," replied Jett, thinking of the journey he'd taken that afternoon with his Aunt Dolly, a half dozen trips to the moon that had added considerably to his fatigue. "I'm tired, but I'd do it again if I could."

Across the table his Aunt Dolly suppressed a smile, and asked if he wanted more beans.

"Dolly tells me you're kind of a jackleg mechanic and she says you'd like to work in my shop," continued Luke.

"I really would. I'd learn a lot from you, I know I would."

"It's hard dirty work, a lot of it," said the older man.

Jett laughed. "I'm used to that."

"I guess you're right. Farm work's not a picnic." He paused, his eyes twinkling. "You're done with all that, though, eh, boy? Going to make your fortune in the city?"

"I aim to," said Jett with determination. "They say there's opportunity here and I aim to reach out for it."

"I like your spirit. I tell you what. You'll go with me in the morning and we'll give you a taste of the shop and see how you like it for starters."

"That's great!" Jett smiled at the family around the table and was struck by the light in the eyes of the cousin who sat directly across from him.

She was the elder of his two girl cousins, just into her teens, but she looked older than she was, with high thrusting breasts and full pouting lips heavily made-up. She looked at him speculatively, her lips pursed slightly, her lashes somewhat lowered. He swallowed heavily. She reminded him a lot of Darlene, and he suddenly had the wild thought that he'd like to find out if her lips were as soft and her tongue as sweet as Darlene's.

But he turned his eyes to his plate and carefully cut the pork chop from the bone.

That night Jett went to bed early and slept soundly. Toward morning he became troubled with" dreams, and woke up at daybreak with his head filled with images of the soft body of his Aunt Dolly, and the faces of Darlene and his two cousins, Betty and Anna, and they were all intermingled with him in a narrow, closed-in space. It was as if he were standing in a deep vault, under water, and floating all around him were great swollen breasts and hairy cunts, brushing up against his face and eyes, and nipples were floating against his lips. His mouth opened and he sucked, and across his vision floated the face of Darlene and she was saying, "Me, me, Jett, why didn't you ever suck me...."

Then his eyes were wide open and he saw the first trace of sun through the window and he reached down and felt his cock, rigid, quivering, aching with a sexual need. He groaned.