Chapter 10
The morning sun was high in the sky when Marcy woke up on the floor. It took her a moment to realize it was Helga's floor she was on, and it took her some time after that to realize she was all alone in Helga's house. The lesbian had probably gone out to get something for Marcy's breakfast. Marcy couldn't wait around for her, because Cathy and Johnny were alone in Marcy's house, and Marcy didn't trust Johnny. Marcy didn't want Johnny fucking Cathy, especially now that Cathy was on her way toward excluding men from her life as she rose to success as a model and TV star.
And when Helga returned and found Marcy gone, she would hurry to Marcy's house, for Marcy was sure Helga was hot for her body as well as for Cathy's. Marcy's appearance wasn't very presentable as she hurried out to her car and drove through the quiet residential neighborhood toward her house.
She had lost one of her sandals during her lesbian orgy with Helga, and going barefooted was better than wearing just one shoe. Her short, flimsy dress was badly wrinkled, for it had remained bunched around her waist all through the night. Her hair was a mess and she didn't have any make up left on her face. Her tits felt swollen and her nipples were very tender within the very thin covering of her dress. Her cunt was even more tender, and she had to walk with her legs slightly parted as she went from her car to her house.
Marcy was relieved to see her brother's old pickup there. Although he was the disreputable member of the family, the presence of that crude country lout would surely keep Johnny from sniffing around at the cunt of Marcy's daughter. Everything seemed as if it would work out fine, until Marcy entered the kitchen of her house, and there her jaw dropped open in her astonishment.
Johnny was standing in front of her stove and leering at her, and Barlow, Cathy, Walter and Helga were sitting at her kitchen table. Barlow and Walter were sitting in chairs, and Cathy and Helga were sitting on their laps. All four of them were facing the stove. Johnny was wearing his swimming trunks. The other four were clad in loose fitting terrycloth robes, voluminous to cover most of their bodies, but not quite so loose that Marcy couldn't see hands moving over the female bodies inside those robes. Johnny was scowling as he stirred the contents of a frying pan, and the four at the table were regarding her with insolently sleepy smiles.
"Just what's going on here?" Marcy demanded. "Cathy, you shouldn't be sitting on your uncle's lap like that. And Helga, you of all people shouldn't be sitting on Walter's lap. Why aren't you out in the pool practicing?"
Walter grinned and shifted in his chair, and upon his lap, Helga tittered and squirmed and twisted about to look adoringly at him from over her shoulder. Her robe fell partly open to reveal she had nothing at all on under it, except for Walter's hands. They were roving about over her long, slender torso. Her big tits were still concealed by the halves of the robe, but her cunt could be seen, very hairy and blonde, and moving about in a most lascivious fashion as she squirmed her ass on Walter's lap.
Marcy turned her angry glare on the other couple at her kitchen table. Barlow also appeared to be feeling Cathy up as she sat on his lap facing Marcy, but Cathy's robe was closed. Her legs were sprawled open, however, and up from between them jutted something that had to be Barlow's cock. It was under the terry cloth and between Cathy's outspread legs, and Cathy was holding it through the terrycloth with both hands as she leaned back against her uncle, grinning and squirming contentedly.
Johnny said, "These darned eggs! How the heck do you scramble eggs?"
Marcy pointed at the quartet at her kitchen table, saying, "Cathy, get up from there and start swimming laps! Barlow, get out of my house! Helga, I want to talk to you in my bedroom! I'll deal with you later, Walter!"
They all simply smiled in answer to her angry words. Barlow said, "Cathy don't have to practice swimming any more. I just sold my ranch for over a million dollars, and with Walt's help we're gonna make big TV stars outta both Cathy and Helga. We was just talkin' it over. You take over cookin' us breakfast while we settle it up. Johnny, give your aunt the spatula."
"A million dollars?" Marcy said, as the kitchen utensil was thrust in her hand.
They were already back to talking thing over. The two men were conversing in a lazy, contented fashion. Helga was squirming all around on Walter's lap, rubbing her back against his chest and holding hands across the table with Cathy. Cathy's other hand still grasped what had to be Barlow's amazingly large cock as she twisted and squirmed on his lap. All four were ignoring Marcy, but Johnny hadn't forgotten she was there. He was leaning against the sink and leering at her, and the bulge in his swim trunks was very prominent. At the table they were discussing portable swimming tanks and contracts and promotions. Marcy felt so suddenly useless and left out of thing that tears welled up in her eyes as she dumped the burned eggs down the garbage disposal and started again on breakfast.
"You're sure lookin' good, " Johnny said, edging closer, looking Marcy up and down.
"I look awful, " said Marcy, sniffling and trying to smile at him, and catching in her breath as she looked past him. Indeed it was Barlow's cock Cathy had been holding onto, and still she held onto it now. Her robe had come open, and Barlow's big, stiff cock stuck up from between Cathy's legs. She held its shaft in her hand and worked her little cunt up against the base of it, so worked up herself she didn't care a bit about her mother being there.
"You look pretty good to me, " Johnny said, and reached over and slipped his hand inside Marcy's bodice to squeeze and knead her bare tit.
"Not in front of them!" Marcy hissed, blushing and pushing his hand away.
"Why not?" His hand went under her skirt to grope and feel through Marcy's naked crotch. "They been foolin' and feelin' around with each other all morning. I want some, too."
"Johnny, don't!" Marcy whispered, but the boy wouldn't be put off. All the time she was breaking eggs he kept slipping his busy hands inside her dress, squeezing her tits and diddling her cunt and feeling around at her ass. Nothing she could say or do would stop him, and the four at the table certainly weren't giving her any help. The two men were still talking and the two women were still squirming around on their laps happily. Cathy was clasping Barlow's disgustingly huge cock to her naked belly, and now with a shock Marcy realized that Walter's cock was inside the asshole of the happily writhing Helga.
"Let's go in your bedroom and fuck, " Johnny said. He pushed down the waistband of his trunks, and out popped the head of his cock. "You see what I got? They've been fuckin' and suckin' and foolin' around all night and half the morning, and all I got to show for it is a big old hard-on."
She tried to hold him at bay as she said, "I feel so left out of thing. They've arranged everything without me. Johnny, stop! Perhaps we can go to bed later, but I couldn't stand having anyone watch while we make love."
"Who wants to make love? I just want to fuck. Hey, you smell pretty good today. You don't have any of that stinky old perfume on. Hold still. They're too busy foolin' around with each other to look at what we do."
Marcy couldn't get away from the horny boy. He pinned her back against the stove with his insistently pushing body, squeezing her tits and trying to kiss her, and rubbing his hot young cock up against her belly. All there was between them was her flimsy little dress, and the upward Teaching of his half naked cock were pushing the hem of it up past the level of Marcy's puffed and tender cunt. As her Lips evaded Johnny, he dropped his down to her throat to smack kisses there while she vainly tried to escape from his ardent embrace. He ripped her dress in the process, but he got her tits out of it, and then he was kissing and squeezing those as she tried to push him away.
Cathy turned her head and looked at her mother and giggled, and then the other three turned grinning faces on her as Johnny crouched lower and lifted up her skirt. She tried to push it down, but he held her firmly by her hips and kept her skirt up while he snuffled and panted and kissed all around through her red cunt hair.
Barlow said, "Looks like she gave my boy some trainin' while he was here. I sure hate to see him down on his knees eatin' cunt when he could be up on his feet fuckin' it."
"Oh, it's fun to kiss cunts!" Cathy said. "But not as much fun as it is to play horsey on your cock, Uncle Barlow."
"Mm, he's really going for it, " Helga said, squeezing Cathy's hand and smiling over her shoulder at Walter.
He grinned back at her, and with his hands full of tit, said, "As soon as we finish talking business, I'll demonstrate my technique on you. We'd get to it sooner if you and Cathy would go entertain yourselves for a while."
Johnny was making a meal of Marcy's cunt as Helga and Cathy rose from the laps of the men and started toward the living room. The boy crouching down on the floor was holding Marcy's cuntlips far apart with his fingers while he licked and lapped through her cunt. The control knobs of the stove bit into Marcy's ass as she writhed in mixed embarrassment and unwanted pleasures there in her crowded kitchen. Cathy and Helga made it more crowded still by the stove.
Both of them slipped out of their robes as they sauntered toward her, leaving two very stiff cocks behind them. Tall and willowy and naked, Cathy and Helga stood at Marcy's sides. By then Johnny's hot kisses between her legs had Marcy writhing in helpless ecstasy and grinding her ass cheeks against the stove.
Helga pressed up against Marcy's side, smiling and squeezing a tit, and said, "It looks like your plans have changed. Be good and we'll take you along with us when we go to Hollywood."
Cathy was claiming Marcy's other tit, happily fondling and squeezing it as she said, "Sure, Mama, you can come along. Do you want to come with us to watch while we do our Double Isometrics now?"
Marcy wasn't going anyplace. Pinned against the stove by the hot cunt kisses of her nephew, she could only gasp and writhe as, hand in hand, Helga and Cathy sauntered on toward her living room. The boy on the floor was driving her wild, and she couldn't stop him. He kissed her all over her cunt and poked his fingers up her slippery wet hole while she panted fast and hovered helplessly on the brink of an orgasm. The men at the table were absorbed in their business talk now, but that made their presence no less embarrassing to Marcy as the sixteen year old boy got to his feet with his naked cock in hand.
"Johnny, let's go in the bedroom! Please!"
"Heck, I can't wait for that, " he said, nuzzling cunt smelling kisses at her mouth while he quickly fitted the knob of his cock in her cunt and gave a hard upward lunge.
"My God!" Marcy cried, for his hard insertion had taken cunt hairs and cunt lips and even the hem of her skirt with it, and he wasn't concerned about correcting that as he fucked her fast and hard.
Marcy reached down between them to pull out her skirt and open her cunt lips. Johnny kept fucking her steadily, holding onto her hips and slamming her big soft buttocks back against the stove. One shoulder of her dress had come down and her tits were flopping around, and Johnny ignored those big beauties while he jammed his cock up her cunt. When she felt he was cumming, she had to give in to it all. But now as she rose toward an orgasm, Johnny grunted and sighed and backed off, and his dripping cock came out of Marcy's wildly throbbing cunt.
"I'll go wash up and come back, " Johnny said.
Marcy said, "I'll go with you!"
"You stay there and fix them eggs, " Barlow told her, and Marcy turned about and faced the stove as Johnny left her.
Frustrated and humiliated, Marcy wept. Her cunt was sopping wet and drooling with Johnny's jism. It throbbed in time with the throbbing of her bare nipples as she bent over the hot stove and stirred her tears into the eggs. Her ass cheeks hurt, and she twisted around and lifted her skirt and saw the round red imprints left by the burner controls.
Walter saw them, too. He got up from the table and went to her, rudely yanked her skirt out of her hand and ran his hand over her bruised buttocks.
"Stop that!" she snapped. "Just wait till I get you alone! I'll have you crawling, Walter Van Blancen!"
In answer he ripped up the back of her skirt and shoved her up against the stove. She cried out and tried to twist away, but he held her there, shoving and pushing up between her buttocks with his cock, and continuing on with it into her asshole as he spoke very harshly to her.
"You'll be the one who crawls around here from now on! From now on you're taking orders from me!"
He bent her over the stove and buggered her quivering butt without letup. He jammed and thrust his hard cock through her soft asshole while his clutching hands added more bruises to the big round cheeks of her ass. And, like Johnny before him, he took out his jism dripping cock and left Marcy seething and sobbing with hot frustration.
The big, strong hands of her brother helped straighten Marcy up. She turned to sob in his arms, but he pushed her back, saying, "You got egg all over your tits. What's the matter? How come you're bawlin'?"
She fell to her knees, sobbing bitterly, wailing, "Because I'm so useless now! Nobody needs me any more!"
"Aw, shit. There's always somethin' you can do."
There was, and she saw it. Right there before her was the beautiful big cock of her suddenly rich brother, and Marcy took it in both hands and hungrily gobbled its fat knob inside her mouth. Her entire crotch was steaming hot with mixed fuck juices and orgasmic frustration, but all she could think of just then was thoroughly pleasing her brother so she wouldn't be left behind when they all went on to success. Her brother tried to push her away.
"Hey, cut it out, Sis. I want to go watch the gals do their exercise. I told you, back off!" he said, and pushed her away. Though his cock was all wet from her kisses, he took that beautiful big thing away and left her weeping there on the floor.
She could hear squeals and laughter coming out. of her living room. Her dress was torn and dirty, her ass was bruised, her crotch was a seething mass of hungry flesh, and her tits were hanging down as she crawled toward the door. There before her, Cathy and Helga were on their hands and knees, still naked, with their buttocks wriggling hotly against those of the other female. Walter and Barlow were cheering them on in their bare assed pushing contest as they knelt before the girls on the floor. All four of them were having a wildly good time, and certainly none of them gave so much as a thought to Marcy.
But Johnny did. Entering the kitchen from the other door, the first sight he saw was his aunt's upturned ass, completely exposed through her torn skirt. Her buttocks were beautiful, bruised though they were, and her jism slickened asshole looked very inviting. But down below that was her cunt, all puffed up and pink between the twin pillows of her vulva, and very nicely fringed with red hairs. His cock was up hard as he got down on his knees behind her and fitted it into her cunt and shoved.
Cathy and Helga were sucking on Barlow's and Walter's cocks as they ass wrestled. Marcy no longer cared. She had Johnny's hard, fast moving cock in her cunt and it was setting off all the orgasms she'd fallen short of that morning.
He was hauling back and fucking her good and hard. Backing off, the tip of his cock came into view, and then all of his cock plunged into Marcy's cunt on his in strokes, so that each one of those was like an entirely new insertion. She braced herself lest he fuck her flat to the floor. He hung onto her hips and kept fucking her dog fashion. Orgasms were exploding in her cunt, and now a new orgasmic dimension was added as Johnny's cock slipped out and skidded up through her sodden slit to slam against her clitoris. She screamed in ecstasy, and screamed again when he jammed it up in her cunt again.
The two women before her gazed sidelong from their cock sucking, but that was all the notice Marcy's screams got. Who cared if she was being watched while this glorious thing was happening to her. She grinned and lowered her head and watched her big. pendant tits do a jiggling dance over the kitchen floor, and felt Johnny's thick, hard cock splitting the lips of her cunt again and again.
Fuck juice was dripping down the insides of her legs, and still he kept screwing her good and hard. She tilted her hips up for more of the tight, driving friction of cock in hot cunt, resting the weight of her torso on her elbows while the boy fucked her. Now her stiffly elongated nipples were grazing the tile floor as she rocked back and forth with the fucking and the cumming. Johnny was snarling and grunting and so was she as, over and over again, his cock wedged its way through her fuck hole and his balls slapped up under her wide open cunt.
She could feel he was driving on toward a climax. His cock was thrusting harder into her, and with something less than total accuracy.
"NO! OH! JOHNNY!" she cried, cumming heavily herself, cumming constantly, regardless of whether his soon to be bursting cock was plunging into her cunt or missing that and going up to slam against her clitoris or errantly jamming inside her asshole. It was all the same to Marcy by then. By then Marcy's entire body existed as one big, hot wet cunt that had to be filled with cock and more cock.
Johnny filled it with cock and filled it with jism. His eruption was heavy and thick. It spurted and gushed from the end of his hard driving cock, driven on by the rush of more jism from out of his swinging balls. He didn't know what hole his cock was in and he didn't care. All he cared about was the great rush of ecstasy pouring out of his body and into that of his beautiful aunt, and this he could clearly feel in the vibrant churning of her hips in his hands and in the convulsive clutching of her crotch as he fucked her down flat on the floor.
He lay there on top of her panting for a time, balls deep in her steaming hot crotch. The others had stopped their fun and games to watch. Marcy shoved back at Johnny and he pushed himself up to give her some breathing room. She used it to shred off the remnants of her dress and turn over under him, and now she was smiling adoringly at him as she wrapped her arms and legs around his naked body.
"I don't think I can fuck again for a little while, " Johnny said.
"Baby, that's okay. Just let me feel your cock and balls nestled up against my cunt. Oh, you feel so good!"
There they lay, softly writhing together, while the other four crawled over to them. Barlow said, "We just talked it over again, and you can come with us if you like, Sis."
Marcy shook her head. "Johnny and I will stay right here. We may come and visit you in Hollywood, but I think well be happier living the quiet life here at home. Right, Johnny?"
"Right!" he said, clasping her close to him. "Aunt Marcy?"
"Yes, deaf?"
"I'm just about ready to fuck you again. Would that be okay with you?"
"Anything you want is fine, angel boy."