Chapter 2
Marcy's trainer's whistle was on the kitchen sink. She snatched it up as she rushed out of the house, too angry to utter a sound. She was greatly relieved but her anger was unabated when she saw the kids still had their swim suits on. Johnny was humping hard and fast between Cathy's legs and Cathy was giggling and squealing when Marcy arrived and laid into them with the long leather thong on the whistle.
She made the thong whistle and sing as she slashed at them indiscriminately. She cut stripes into both pairs of legs and across Johnny's back, making him yip and yell and bringing much louder squeals from Cathy. Marcy felt relieved when Johnny jumped to his feet, for the bulge of his little cock was still inside his trunks. One of her tits flopped out of her top as she slashed at his dodging thighs, and she quickly righted herself and turned her fury on Cathy.
Marcy grabbed a handful of Cathy's close cropped brown hair and yanked her upward, beating her all the way. Her tall, slender daughter was weeping and squealing all the way, and then she was doing a mad dance as her mother laid thin red stripes across her thighs and back and shielding hands. Cathy was wide eyed with hysterical terror by then. Marcy got another good handful of her hair and spat angry words up at her daughter's tear streaked face.
"You're supposed to be training, not fucking! This is the thanks I get for trying to make you rich and famous?!?" Marcy held her and slashed her and cut her wherever she could with the leather thong, on bare skin and on her sleek tank suit, too. Then she shoved her away, saying, "Get your no good ass on your bike and get over to Helga's! And tell her to give you an extra good workout today! And if I ever catch you and your cousin fucking again. I'll use a bullwhip on both of you!"
"Mother, we were only wrestling!" Cathy said through her sobs.
In answer Marcy cut her shoulders and chest with the thong, then striped Cathy's back with it as she turned, squealing shrilly, and ran away. Again Marcy had to tuck one tit in her top as she watched the flight of her daughter, five foot eight inches of woman child who was clearly developing with tragic rapidity. Cathy's hips weren't quite straight up and down any more, and her long legs were very definitely contoured like those of a woman. Her waist was narrowing inside the swim suits she wore for her Olympics practice, and those suits no longer flattened her growing tits as they should have. It might be too late for Cathy's swiftly maturing body to gain a place on teams that were dominated by mid-teenagers. Marcy would soon have to closely examine the girl in the nude, and take whatever drastic steps were necessary to halt her further maturing until after the trials were over. She knew one thing for sure. Dry fucking with her cousin wouldn't help Cathy's body stay young and straight and girlish. Marcy turned to her nephew Johnny with an icy rage in her heart.
He was trying not to grin as he said, "Honest, we were only wrestling around."
Marcy cut his legs and back with the thong, and he giggled and dodged and defended himself. She knew very well he took far worse beating than this from his father, Marcy's brother, who ran a large sheep ranch outside of town. Her leather thong was nothing at all compared to her brother Barlow's big, rough hand, but Marcy was determined to punish her nephew severely, and to find out the extent of his dalliance with her daughter. She reached out and grabbed him hard by the ear. He was howling, but still he was giggling as she dragged him into her house.
She stopped in the kitchen to slash at his legs again, shouting, "Ingrate! I'll teach you to try to fuck Cathy!"
Still giggling, he said, "We were just wrestling!"
"We'll see about that!" said Marcy, and marched him on into her bathroom. There she pointed down at his trunks and said, "Take those off. Now!"
Johnny's grin faded away. "Right in front of you?"
In answer she threw down her thonged whistle and yanked and jerked Johnny's swimming trunks down off his body. Their pouch was filled with his pearly white jism, but Johnny just shrugged when she held the soiled garment up for him to see.
Marcy flung Johnny's trunks in the corner and snapped, "I ought to send you right straight back to Barlow's ranch where you'd work in the sheep shit instead of in my swimming pool! I take you away from there, I give you your room for doing nothing but helping me train Cathy, and this is the thanks I get! I'm so mad I could strangle you! I'm going to whip you within an inch of your life and then I still might send you home to that filthy ranch! Lay down across my lap!"
Marcy sat down on the toilet and picked up her leather thonged whistle. Naked, with his wet white cock dangling down, her nephew leered at her for a moment before leisurely settling himself across Marcy's lap. Once again the leather thong whistled and sang, and now it was naked buttocks being striped with bright red welts. Johnny laid there and took it without a whimper, further infuriating Marcy. She cast about her in desperation to find some way to punish him and, seeing the bulging pink rubber bag overhead, grabbed its syringe, widely parted his buttocks, and shoved the thing up his ass.
He arched and squirmed and said, "Hey! What're you doing?"
Marcy grimly smiled and pressed open the chromium clamp.
"Ohhhh! Nooo! Whatever it is, cut it out!" Johnny moaned, flailing weakly about on her lap.
Marcy's shoulder strap had broken during the violence of her beating. She ignored that and continued to hold him down and fill him up with the soapy solution. She could feel his belly distending, and she grinned at his growing discomfort. His struggles grew feebler, his moans more plaintive, and Marcy reached back behind her and pushed on the deflating bag to further add to his misery. He was softly sobbing when the bag was empty. He groaned very sharply when Marcy whipped out the syringe and pinched his buttocks closed.
"Now get up off my lap and hold it in!"
He did so with greatest difficulty, showing not a bit of the pep and energy with which he normally moved. Marcy sat calmly watching his acute distress until he slowly straightened up, facing her as she sat on the toilet, and only then did she see he had gotten a hard-on.
The grin froze on Marcy's face, for the size of his cock was terrific. Johnny's sixteen year old erection was bigger than those of most grown men, and just the sight of it was more than enough to remind her of how horny and hot she'd been just minutes before. Johnny's thick white cock stuck out from his thinly haired loins in a beautiful way. It tightened the skin of his scrotum so that his manly balls were clearly outlined, and it loosened the flesh of Marcy's cunt and stirred its juices flowing again. The sight of his beautiful cock also loosened Marcy's hold on her anger, and her voice came out warm and soft as she spoke to him.
"That was a terrible thing you did to poor Cathy, Johnny. It could ruin all my plans if she starts taking up with boys now."
Each word was a gasp as he held his ass cheeks pinched together, and said, "I'm sorry! Never again! Uhhhohh, lemme get this stuff outta me!"
Marcy beckoned him forward, and he came at her waddling, with his belly bulged out and with his wonderfully big cock looming large before Marcy's avidly interested eyes. She squirmed her buttocks on the toilet seat and felt close to happily swooning as she very gently took his hard, hot cock in her hand and said, "Have you fucked a lot of girls already, Johnny?"
"None!" he gasped. "Aunt Marcy, I'm gonna bust!"
She pushed his tight foreskin back, exposing the perfectly shaped, roseate knob of his cock, and now her mouth was watering almost as much as her cunt as she said, "You're a virgin? You don't know anything about women?"
"Never ... screwed a woman in my life!" he blurted.
Marcy gently and lovingly massaged his cock. She couldn't stop her hand from doing it. She reached down and fondled his very warm balls, shook her head to regain her senses, and softly said, "I bet you think about women and jack off all the time."
"All the time! I can't help it!"
"And I can't really blame you for dry fucking Cathy, " said Marcy, squeezing his hard, sturdy cock and thrilling anew at the new way in which he squirmed and gasped. "I'd like to keep you on to help Cathy train for the Olympics, Johnny, but I can't do it if you're going to be running around with a hard-on like this all the time."
"Please don't fire me, Aunt Marcy! And please, please let me get this stuff out of me!"
His jism was drying on his cock, but it was still fresh and sweet in Marcy's flaring nostrils as she fondled his naked cock very warmly, saying, "You'll need some help if you're going to stay here with me and Cathy. You need help from an older woman, one who knows about boys your age. If I were to let you stay, you'd have to come to me for that help whenever you need it, and you'd have to promise to take any help I offer you, without question."
"I promise! Yes! Anything you say! Oh, Aunt Marcyyyy!" he wailed, cramped belly bulging out and causing great pain, Marcy's hand warmly fondling his cock and balls and producing sensations beyond description.
"The first order you'll get from me in the new scheme of thing is to sit down here and let that water out, " she said, rising on wonderfully weakened knees and making a place for him.
He sat down and let it rush out. She stood before him, anxiously watching for any signs of his cock deflating. Johnny's cock remained stiff as could be. It poked up at her from out of his naked lap, and as the last of his water was expelled, Johnny's gaze roved up over her body, and he was grinning at everything he saw.
Marcy leaned past him to flush the toilet, and his grinning gaze was right there on her naked tit as it moved past his face. His warm breath on her tit made its nipple rise stiff as his cock, and lovely orgasmic feeling flowed through Marcy now. When she leaned back, his gaze was still on her tit, and now his hand was moving on his cock.
"You're never to touch that as long as you're working for me, " Marcy said, and sat down on his knee before her legs collapsed under her. Taking his hand from his cock, she guided it up to her naked tit, and raunchy good feeling were flowing everywhere in her now. "From now on, when your hands get restless you'll have your Aunt Marcy's tits to play with. Do you like to play with my tits, Johnny?"
She kissed him before he could answer, though his hotly squeezing hand was speaking very well. Marcy's entire body was crying out to devour him, right there on the spot, and these feeling poured forth from her mouth as she kissed the boy voraciously, sucking on his tongue, stabbing him deeply with hers, mouthing all over his lips and hugging him hard about the neck. Marcy was cumming. The pleasures she'd just known with Walter were little tickles compared to what she now felt. Each squeeze of his hands on her tits, each stab of her tongue in his mouth made the orgasm soar, and then it blasted right off into space when she lifted one leg over his and straddled his thigh.
Up from her guts came a groan, and she tightened her hold on his neck and his thigh. She was panting hard through her nostrils and kissing him wildly, while down below, her softly muscular thighs were locked tight around his hard little leg and her gushing cunt was grinding and shuddering hard against it. She held onto the wonderful feeling for as long as she could without breaking his neck, then did her best to compose herself as she ended the kiss and leaned back.
Johnny was panting and open mouthed, stunned by the kiss, but not so stunned that he let go of Marcy's big, soft tits, one of which was completely naked, its nipple burning hot against his palm. His cock felt twice as big and hard as it normally did when he had a hard-on, and so terrifically sensitive that he jumped when his aunt closed her warm hand around it again.
"That's how to kiss a girl, " Marcy said with a bright, warm smile, squirming and squashing and rubbing her cunt on his leg. Her cunt, her entire crotch was on fire, and she clung to this boy whom she knew could put out that fire and start a new one whenever she wanted. "Do you think you can kiss me like that now? Right here, Johnny? Right on the end of my lovely big tit?"
Johnny was a boy who didn't need to be asked twice about something like that. Having gazed at his aunt's tits with hopeless yearning for as long as he could remember, now he quickly bobbed down his head and sucked in the nipple of the naked one as she thrust it up at him. He sucked on it heavily, squeezing its very warm softness in both of his hands, licking its nipple, all but slobbering over the wildly sexy thing in his mouth. And his wildly sexy aunt kept warmly fondling his naked cock and the back of his neck, giving him all the bare tit any boy could want, and promising more, much more.
"Mmmmmmm, you seem to learn thing quickly, " Marcy said, still squirming her very hot crotch on his leg, all aglow with the new orgasm rising in her. "But you've got a lot to learn. Suck on that tit, Johnny. Oooo, feels so good, and tastes so nice and sexy. You know, you've a very nice mouth. I'm going to teach you how to get all your girlfriends hot, Johnny. I'm going to teach you every place they like to feel a man's mouth on their beautiful bodies. Oh! It feels better all the time! But a woman's got two tits, Johnny, and my other tit's just dying to meet your mouth. Take down my top and kiss it, Johnny. You've got to learn how to undress a girl, t... Oh, my God!" Marcy exclaimed, as his hands exposed and his hungry young mouth quickly sucked on her other tit, and her carefully paced orgasm got out of control.
"Suck it, baby, suck it! OH, SHIT! OH, YOU ANGEL, I'M GOING TO MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU! OHH HH, BABY, BABY, BABY!" she exclaimed, when she could no longer handle the high rising feeling and had to taste his hot mouth again with hers.
Both aunt and nephew were panting and gasping and clutching and groping when the fierce kiss ended.
"Help me off with this damned bathing suit and then fuck me!" Marcy commanded. "I've gotta be naked, naked, naked this first time with you!"
Together they ripped off her bikini top and grabbed for the bottom. The fifty dollar bikini was quickly reduced to a pile of string on the floor. Johnny barely had time to look at the red haired cunt of his beautiful aunt before her lust weakened legs gave way and she dragged him down onto the floor.
"Stick it in me! Shove it in me! Give me your big, hard cock! OW! YES! MORE!" Marcy cried, all pretense of teacher and student relationship departed as the wonderful boy shoved his wonderful cock in her cunt.
"OH! DON'T STOP! NO, DON'T EVER STOP!" Marcy shouted, though he showed no intentions of that, humping and pumping with dazzling speed. He knew no refinements in fucking and had no time to learn them just then. It was straight, hard fucking, exactly what Marcy needed.
"FUCK ME! SCREW ME! RIP ME, I DON'T CARE! GRAB ME AND MAUL ME AND RIP OFF MY TITS, BUT DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"
Johnny did as he was told. There was no way in the world he could stop fucking her. His cock had found a world of its own, and that world existed between the widely parted, kicking, flailing legs of his beautiful aunt. He fucked her insanely, using muscles he'd never known of before, and with each pistoning stroke of his cock through the soft, slick, hot cunt of his aunt, his cock itched and burned more madly.
Heeding her words, Johnny grabbed a double handful of tit, and though her fresh screams were quite shocking, he clung to her tits while he fucked her, panting and pumping harder than ever. He cried out when her nails raked his back, but all it did was make him fuck her harder. Her heels pummeling his fast flying buttocks spurred him on even faster, and made him reach down and grab hold of his aunt's naked ass.
"OH H H H H, MY GOD!!!" Marcy screamed, throwing her convulsively clasping cunt up to meet each lightning fast thrust of his cock, seeing stars and hearing bells. Her cunt was on fire and nothing would ever put it out and she didn't care.
Johnny was cumming like crazy and still he was fucking his aunt! His fiery hot cock was steadily gushing jism up from his balls, and yet he couldn't slow down a bit with his frenzied fucking. Slamming, driving, thrusting, screwing, his hard little loins jammed again and again into the soft, open crotch of his aunt, and then with a shock, he realized he hadn't yet cum at all, but that he was about to cum now.
"Oh! OH! OH!" Johnny said, quite frightened with what was about to happen to him, but still quite unable to stop.
His aunt snarled in his ear, "Baby, give it to me!"
"Yes! Oh, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS!" Johnny heard himself shout, as buckets of jism shot out of his cock, each bucketful ripping out in a long, forceful stream.
It became so intense that he tried to escape it. It went from simple ecstasy to pain, and then traveled far beyond that. He could no longer thrust with his cock and could only shudder and moan and cling and shove his hips forward, until Marcy's heels in his ass and her words in his ear made his hips surge again.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME OR I'LL FIRE YOU! FUCK ME OR YOU'LL NEVER EVEN SMELL MY CUNT AGAIN!"
"UH, UH, UH, OH, AUNT MARCY, IT'S SO GOOD! I LOVE TO FUCK YOU FOREVER AND I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY! URRRRRRGH!"
"MORE! JUST A LITTLE MOR R R RE!" Marcy shouted triumphantly, well past the point of complete release, and striving for something beyond.
"That's all I've GOT!" Johnny said, with a savage thrust that surely drove the head of his cock through her lungs, and he heard his aunt shriek as he fully collapsed.
They lay there panting, sighing. Johnny wasn't quite sure what had happened to him, but he knew it was something astoundingly great. His first fuck had been so cataclysmic that logic said it might be his last, and he felt that it was great and wonderful might have been worth it. He felt his aunt's naked body stir under him. At least she was all right, even if he wasn't. He felt her warmly clasping cunt give his cock a convulsive squeeze, and though that little squeeze lasted less than a second before it tapered off into warm little fluttering, he knew very well he would live to fuck again.
Marcy had gone quite out of her mind with it, had completely lost control of herself at her nephew's initiation, and didn't mind that a bit just then. The size of his fine young cock was exceeded only by his energies, and with the experience she had behind her, she'd get the full benefit of his cock and his energies both. But she had to keep control of him in the future. With great reluctance, she restlessly squirmed under his lovely young naked body and told him to get up and let her breathe. She had another fine little orgasm just from the feeling of his cock slipping out of her cunt.
Johnny sat on the bathroom floor beside his aunt, gazing down at what had to be the wildest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in all the world. Even flat on her back, panting and gleaming with a light film of lotion and perspiration, she looked twice as good as her beauty queen daughter. Quite amazingly, his cock was stirring to life once again, helped along quite a bit by his Aunt Marcy's hand.
Marcy groped dazedly about on the floor, found Johnny's balls, and tickled them. She reached up and felt the base of his cock, and though its gradual thickening stirred her to seek for some unused energies in her extremely well fucked body, she said, "That's enough for today, Johnny. Get up and clean the filter on the pool."
It was a chore Johnny usually argued about performing. This time he yes ma'amed her and slowly got to his feet, gazing down at her supine body, tanned and perfectly shaped for her age, with tits that were only slightly flattened by their own weight, and whose nipples still stuck proudly up, and with a perfectly gorgeous cunt whose red hair was all matted down with their fucking. Marcy knew what Johnny saw and she cherished the gaze that swept over her. With Johnny and his cock around, her frustrations would vanish and she could more fully concentrate on Cathy's career and her own future fortune. Johnny was still looking back at her as he left the room. Marcy knew she should get up and telephone Helga to make sure Cathy got there all right, but just then she was too very pleasantly tired to do anything more than smile.