Chapter 4
When Helen opened her eyes in the morning, she at first found it difficult to remember the events of the previous evening. Then it all came back to her and she groaned. Had it really happened? As if in answer to her question, Kevin, who was sleeping beside her, turned and pressed his morning hard-on against her ass.
Was he still asleep? The feel of his hard cock wedged in the crack of her ass was delicious.
Whatever guilt she had about what had happened quickly disappeared. Snuggling back against him, she moved a hand down to her crotch to toy with her cunt lips. She liked to masturbate in the morning, to play with herself just long enough to get her tension level up, but with her nephew's hard young cock behind her ass she knew she would need more than just her fingers.
She squirmed her ass gently against Kevin's cock until he groaned and slipped his hand over her side to grab one of her tits. He squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple, and then moved the same hand down to her ass. A moment later, before Helen could protest, he had his cock pushing into the elastic ring of her ass-hole.
Helen groaned with surprise and pleasure.
She was truly in the boy's power. He hadn't even said good morning to her yet and here he was with his cock in her ass! God, how good it felt! She wriggled her ass, bucking her hips as she fucked his cock with her shit-tube.
Kevin suddenly began a hard pumping of his cock in and out of her ass. He grabbed her hips with both hands, grunted, and pistoned his fuckmeat in her shit-hole with a trip-hammer. A moment later he groaned and emptied his balls in her bowels.
Helen was disappointed. The fast fuck had ended before she'd had time to do anything to her cunt. Her clit was screaming for attention. She winced when Kevin playfully pinched her ass and jumped out of bed.
"Got to run, Aunt Helen," he said. "I've got things to do in the school library. That was a neat fuck!"
Neat fuck, my eye! she thought. He'd left her with a sore ass-hole and an empty cunt. She groaned as she heard him turn on the shower in the bathroom. Rolling over on her back and kicking the cover away, she ran her hands over her body, over her tits and belly and finally down to her pussy.
Helen Simpson, you're a slut! she thought.
She giggled as she began fingering her cunt. She thought of Kevin's beautiful pink cock, how it stood straight up when it was hard. Only young cocks stood up like that. She'd like to suck his cock while she brought herself off with her hand.
Her cunt was a swamp, hot and slimy, its thick juices flowing out over her fingers. It always amazed her that a man would be willing to put his mouth down there and suck her hole. She groaned as she remembered how Kevin had sucked her pussy. Girls these days didn't know how lucky they were. In her time it was rare to find a boy willing to go down on a cunt.
Slipping one hand under her ass to pull open her cunt lips, she pushed three fingers of the other hand into her gaping wet cunthole.
She was in the mood for a solid cunt-fuck, a hard pounding with a stiff cock, but her fingers would have to do. Damn Kevin and his library! This was Saturday and she needed relaxation! He was sure calling the shots, wasn't he? It's what you want, she thought. She'd always wanted to be dominated by a man, and so far Kevin seemed to be doing a good job of it!
He stopped off in the bedroom before leaving for the college. She opened her legs wide to show him her cunt, but he just laughed and said he'd return in a few hours. When she heard the front door close, she shoved her fingers inside her cunt again and began seriously fucking herself.
As he walked along a tree-lined street to the college, Kevin thought about his aunt with a satisfied smile. He'd left her high and dry on purpose. When he returned home later, she'd be drooling for a fuck. His cock twitched as he remembered the squeezing grip of her hot ass-hole. He wondered how many of the guys he knew could boast about fucking an aunt in the ass. It was obvious that he could do anything he wanted with her, tell her to do anything and she'd go along with it. The idea that his luscious Aunt Helen was his sex-slave made his balls rattle with pleasure.
The first person Kevin saw in the library was Mrs. Barthelme, his history teacher. Now there was a juicy-looking bird! He often wondered what it would be like to fuck her brains out. He thought about Mary Barthelme's mouth ringing his cock, and the result was an instant hard-on.
"You're practically licking your chops," a girl's voice whispered.
Kevin turned to find Christie Davis in the chair beside him. She was a slender blonde girl with big tits and a hot pussy. They'd been dating a few months and he'd discovered she was one of the hottest fucks on the campus.
"I'm just looking," Kevin whispered back with a grin. "Mrs. Barthelme sure has a nice ass!"
They were alone at one of the tables in the library and no one could hear them if they spoke in whispers. The table also covered the lower half of their bodies, which allowed
Christie to put her hand on the bulge in Kevin's crotch and squeeze his cock.
"What do you know about Mrs. Barthelme's ass?" she teased. "You can't tell from that dress she's wearing."
"I just use my imagination," Kevin snickered.
"Don't you like my ass?"
Christie's fingers found the zipper of his fly and pulled it down. Kevin hunched forward to make sure no one could see anything as she brought his cock out of his pants.
"Jesus!" he breathed. "You'll get us thrown out of school!"
"No one can see," Christie giggled softly.
Sitting back to give the impression there was no contact between them, she gently milked his cock. Kevin uttered a quiet groan and yielded to the exquisite pleasure coming from her fingers. Christie had a deft touch rare among girls her age. She worked his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead with an easy, expert rhythm.
"Would you like to fuck Mrs. Barthelme?"
"Sure," Kevin chuckled. "Who wouldn't?"
"You're a fink!" Christie said. "You're not supposed to say that!"
She began pumping his cock now, using all of her fist, squeezing and pulling on his thick cylinder of hot cock-meat. She had jerked him off enough times to know what it took to bring him off. Kevin groaned in a sudden panic when he realized she wanted him to shoot his load.
"Jesus fucking Christ, stop it!" he hissed. "You'll get me in all kinds of trouble!"
"I'll cap it," Christie giggled.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I'll take it in my mouth when you come. Just let me know when it's time. Are we seeing each other later on? I'll come to your place, if you want. Your aunt won't mind. She seems nice."
"Yeah!" Kevin gasped. "She's very nice! Shit, here it comes! Take it, bitch! Take it!" , Christie bent down to get her mouth on his cockhead just in time. A gush of hot jism erupted out of his knob to fill her mouth and splash out between her sucking lips. She sucked and swallowed until she had all of his load, and then she sat up and dabbed at her mouth with a kleenex. Kevin was frightened to death they'd be discovered, but no one in the library seemed aware of them.
And so it was that later that afternoon
Helen found herself sitting in her living room with Kevin and his girl friend. She'd met Christie only once before, but the girl seemed nice enough and she couldn't blame Kevin for wanting the companionship of a girl his own age. The problem was that Helen had been looking forward to a solid fuck-session with Kevin and now that seemed unlikely. She had expected the boy to return home alone, and she'd even worn a sexy dress to get him in the mood. The dress had a neckline down to her waist and every time she moved her braless tits threatened to fall out of it. She had nothing on under the dress except thigh-high stockings, nylons with elastic tops that could be worn without a garter belt. Her pussy was bare and quivering and sopping wet.
Helen thought Christie Davis looked sweet and innocent. It was true she had big tits, but her face was almost angelic. She was therefore surprised when in the middle of a story about one of their teachers, Kevin's hand dropped over Christie's shoulder to fondle one of her tits through the wool of her sweater.
Maybe kids are like that these days, Helen thought.
Then Christie put her hand on Kevin's crotch, directly on the obvious bulge of his cock and balls, and Helen decided it was really more than she could bear.
"I think I'll go up and read," Helen said, rising up from the sofa and straightening her tight dress.
"Stay here, Aunt Helen," Kevin said.
There was no pleading in his voice-it was a direct order. Turning, Helen looked at Kevin and then at Christie. There was a glitter in their eyes, partly amusement and partly something else. Helen suddenly felt uneasy.
"Don't the two of you want to be alone?"
"Hell, no," Kevin smirked. "Anyway, Aunt Helen, Christie knows about us two. She's my girl and I tell her everything."
Helen's heart sank as she looked at Christie. "You mean...? "
"I know you and Kevin have been fucking," Christie giggled.
Helen groaned and slumped down on the sofa beside the blonde girl. She closed her eyes. "Oh, God, I suppose it was only a matter of time before Kevin would tell you. It's all my fault, isn't it?"
Christie's reply was to cup her hand over the swelling mound of one of Helen's heavy tits.
Helen's eyes flew open with astonishment. At first she thought it was Kevin's hand, but when she looked down she saw the slender hand of the blonde girl squarely on the globe of her tit.
In all her adult life, Helen had never been touched by a woman like this. She looked at Christie and blushed.
"Are you a lesbian?"
Christie giggled and pulled her hand away. "Of course not! I just wanted a feel, that's all. You've got a gorgeous pair of boobs!"
"Show us your tits, Aunt Helen," Kevin said.
There was a firmness in his voice that left no room for argument. Later she would tell herself that she ought to have stopped things at that very point, but the fact was that she felt a strange compulsion to obey. It was almost as if they'd woven a spell over her. She didn't believe in such things, but there it was. Her mind in a daze, she slipped her dress off her shoulders and exposed the heaving globes of her heavy thick-nippled tits.
"Yummy!" Christie laughed.
The blonde girl moved to sit on the other side of Helen, and now the older woman found herself sandwiched between the two teenagers. In a moment she had the exquisite pleasure of both their mouths sucking and chewing on her long hard nipples.
When they came up for air, Christie lewdly smacked her lips and giggled at the blush on
Helen's cheeks.
"Luscious boobs!" Christie said.
"Maybe you better take off that pretty dress before you ruin it," Kevin chuckled. "Come on, Aunt Helen, show us the chassis!"
Helen felt as though she'd been suddenly thrust into the middle of a wild dream. Was it really happening? The strangest thing of all was her own desire to be as lewd and sinful as possible. The fact that Kevin was ordering her to do things made it easier. Shuddering with her own rampant lust, she rose up and peeled off her dress.
"Oh, Jesus!" Christie laughed. "Look at the stockings! She sure is sexy!"
Giddy with the whorish feeling swamping her mind, Helen slowly turned on her high heels and showed them her body. When she'd made the full circle to face them again, she found Kevin with his long hard cock sticking out of his pants.
"Let's have some head, Aunt Helen. Show Christie how good you are."
There was no way to resist. Even if she suddenly decided not to do it, she was sure they would find some way to force her. In any case, just looking at his swollen pink cock made her mouth water and she certainly did want to suck him.
Lowering herself to her knees on the rug in front of the boy, she leaned forward and gobbled his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Soon the only thing that mattered was the hot male meat stretching her lips and jabbing at the back of her throat. She sucked and slurped over his cock, not caring that beside her the blonde girl was watching with gleaming eyes, even happy that another woman was there to witness the way her mouth worked on her nephew's lovely fuck-pole.
"Now me!" Christie hissed.
Helen pulled her mouth off Kevin's cock with a wet sucking noise. She thought Christie wanted a turn at the boy's prick, but when she looked at Christie she found that the blonde girl was completely naked and had her legs drawn up and apart. Using both hands, Christie held open her pink cunt lips and smiled at Helen.
"Let's see if you're as good with pussy as you are with cock!" Christie cooed.
Helen blanched. She stared at the young girl's gaping pink cunt. There was hardly any hair on Christie's cunt lips, just a few blonde curls that looked as fine as silk. Christie's fingers had the pink pearl of her clit protruding out and quivering. Below her clit gaped the ragged hole of her cunt-mouth, now brimming with milky cunt-juice.
A wave of revulsion washed over Helen. A man might enjoy sucking the pretty teenager's cunt, but she was a woman and she was disgusted by the idea.
"I won't do it," she said.
Kevin leaned forward to grab one of her hanging tits and cruelly pinch her nipple to the point of pain.
"Do what she says, Aunt Helen. Otherwise I'll tell my folks all about yesterday."
His threat was serious, and Helen shuddered when she realized the bind she was in. She looked again at Christie's gaping cunt. Whitish juice was now oozing out of the girl's cunthole to stream down into the crack of her ass.
I'll hold my breath, Helen thought. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed and avoided breathing in too much it wouldn't be so bad.
With a whimpering moan of defeat, Helen crawled over on her knees and slowly lowered her mouth to the blonde girl's open pussy.