Chapter 5

The woman in the little store had been good for Crow. He loved to fuck them all over like that, even when they writhed, and screamed, and objected. They all seemed to object, in one way or another when he fucked them. He supposed it was because he was so rough, but then the boy had learned about sex in a rough way from a rough woman when he was still just little Bobby, an innocent teen-ager living with his Aunt Velma and his Uncle Al.

It was from his Aunt Velma that he learned all that any boy could learn about sex.

His Aunt Velma had been a sex machine and she had taught him, as a young boy, to also be a sex machine. Sex was no thrill, no fun, for Velma unless you went at it wild, hand and foot, with every fiber and pore in your body.

Velma's husband, Al, went after it with every pore in his body every chance he got and still it wasn't enough for his Aunt Velma. Al would fuck her far into the night, while the young, fifteen-year-old Bobby would he listening to them in the next bedroom, his hard meat slithering up and down in his fist and wishing he could be in there taking his uncle's place.

Then, the following morning, Al would again mount his voluptuous wife and fuck her to glory at least twice before hauling his tired body off to work.

Velma would he in bed after her husband left and masturbate for hours before she, too, would get up to do nothing around the house except wait for her husband to come home again in the evening and fuck her some more.

"You must think we're real sex maniacs!" she would laughingly exclaim to the young boy. "Well, it's a fact, Bobby, we are. I love to fuck your uncle... In fact, I just love to fuck."

Bobby knew his aunt loved to fuck more than his uncle. Once a month an insurance man would come around to collect a payment. No money ever passed hands. Bobby's Aunt Velma would merely take him up to the bedroom and literally fuck his brains out for hours. Other men would come to the house to collect bills and they would get the same treatment.

Bobby would almost laugh to himself when he would see these men stagger out of the bedroom after a bout with his aunt, and wander like fools out of the house only to be back a month later for more of the same.

The young Crow was also envious of them. He would love to fuck his aunt himself. To him she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world with her dark tawny skin, her black, Indianlike hair, and her full womanly body.

But he was always afraid to approach her, even though he harbored a sneaking suspicion that if he ever got up the nerve, she wouldn't turn him down. His Aunt Velma never seemed to turn down the opportunity to get a cock up inside her cunt.

All this changed when his Uncle Al had to go out of town for a whole week on a construction job.

Bobby had cut the last two classes of school and come home early. School, like most everything else around him, bored him. Everything seemed to bore him except sex, and anything to do with it.

He entered the house and called for his aunt, hoping that she would be home in order to cook him some lunch.

There was no answer.

He climbed the stairs, intending to go to the bathroom. He unzipped his fly just as he got to the door and almost had his cock out of his pants when he realized that his aunt was in the tub, taking a bath.

"Hello, lover," she said, smiling up at him with only her head visible above the frothy bubbles in the tub. "I... I'm sorry," he stammered, stuffing his cock back, out of sight, in his trousers.

"It's all right, sweetie. You gotta pee? Go ahead and pee," she said, and laughed. "I've seen a cock before." Her laughter got much louder. "Believe me, I've seen a lot of 'em."

"No... It's all right," he replied, red-faced.

"Oh, shit, go ahead," she said, and then paused and studied him with her eyes twinkling. "Oh," she eventually said, "I get it. You're embarrassed. Well, shit, Bobby honey. You don't gotta be embarrassed. Hell, I'm not. Here, I'll show ya I'm not."

Without another word she both shocked him and fulfilled half of his wildest dream by standing clear up in the tub and showing him her wondrous naked body.

His hand was still inside his pants, clutching his cock. He could feel it already starting to get hard just from looking at the many fascinating facets of her full-figured, female form.

Having married when she was only seventeen, Velma was now thirty-six and remarkably well-preserved. Her hair was black and she wore it long, almost down to the sweetly swirling crack of her ass. She had evidently worked hard to preserve her figure, because she was no more than an inch or two bigger around the waist and hips than the girls he would see at school, much younger girls. Her skin was dark and fresh. She was an altogether attractive woman, with her appearance spoiled only a little by a look of hardness around the eyes and the corners of her mouth. Those lines told the story of a v. nan who had lived a hard life and had known many hard men in her time.

Bobby stared at her, confusion reigning supreme in his body. He wanted to grab her and fuck her right there and then. He also felt like running from the room. Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her sensuously swaying ass-cheeks as he imagined the feel of their softly squirming flesh beneath his kneading fingers. He thought of her moaning and writhing under his uncle's body, flinging herself against him in the bed while Al emptied great gushing torrents of his hotly boiling cum up into her sweet, dark-haired pussy.

"It's okay, baby. Go ahead and pee!" she urged, but still he was reluctant to reveal himself to her, even with her standing stark naked and inviting before him. "Jesus, kid, I said it's all right. My God, do I have to... Ohhhhhh, SHIT!"

She had leaned over the side of the tub, her gigantic wet tits swaying in front of her like two huge, sensual eyefuls, and reached into his pants with her own two hands. Her eyes rounded and her breath caught in a gasp as she pulled the boy's massive cum-dripping cock, rock-hard and throbbing, into the open.

"I'm sorry," he insisted again, embarrassed at having been caught with a hard-on.

"Sorry?" she exclaimed, her tongue darting out to run along her lower Up as she gazed intently at the hard, huge muscle of his cock. "Honey, sweetie-pie, you ain't got one fucking thing to be sorry about... not with a fuck-pole like that. I'm the one that's sorry... I mean, damn sorry."

"Wha... what do you mean?"

"I mean I'm sorry you been in this house all this time, since your folks died, an' I ain't been payin' proper attention to you."

"What?"

"Bobby, my boy. You have really growed up," she said, saliva now slipping from the corners of her mouth and sliding down and over her chin to drip on the tips of her trembling tits.

"You mean it's big enough... I mean, for a woman?"

That had always been his biggest fear. He didn't know how big a man's cock was supposed to be. And he had always heard that a woman's cunt was huge, so he naturally assumed that his cock was small and not big enough to satisfy a real woman like his aunt.

"Honey, you got a real stud-cock there. I don't know who you been usin' it on, but I'll tell you one thing, it's sure as hell big enough for me."

She gasped again as she squeezed the long, thick shaft of his throbbing tool and watched the blood gorge and swell the already bulbous, dripping cock-head.

"You... you mean... you'd let me do it to you?" he asked, a lump the size of a baseball filling his throat at the idea that the second part of his dream, actually fucking his Aunt Velma, might be realized.

"Baby," she said, "you follow me, and I'll show you what I'll let you do to me."

She moved out of the bathroom, across the hall and into her bedroom. Like a zombie the boy followed her, with his cock in his hand. His eyes almost rolled back into his head as he watched the way she moved, the jiggling sway of her taut buttocks, the long clean lines of her legs where they tapered up to her full thighs and parted slightly to reveal the growth of pussy hair hanging seductively down between her thighs and curling back up towards her bouncing ass-cheeks.

When they were inside the bedroom, he started to tell her that he had never fucked a woman before, but thought better of it when he reasoned that she might not let him fuck her after all if she thought he was totally inexperienced.

What he didn't realize was the fact that his uncle's sexual stamina had been steadily decreasing because of his wife's inhuman demands and uneasing hunger for cock.

Bobby would have also been amazed to learn that his cock was nearly twice the size of his uncle's and just what his aunt had been dreaming of getting herself.

"What do you want to do first, lover?" she said, wantonly stretching out on the bed and spreading her legs wide so the sweet dampness of her pink cunt shined appealingly up at his eyes.

"I... I don't care," he stammered, absently moving his hand back and forth along the hard length of his cock as he drank in the beauty of her pussy.

"You wanna suck... fuck... what?" she said, smiling up at him and squeezing her tits together to form two giant pink-tipped cones on her chest.

"Everything," he gasped. "I want to do everything with you."

"Good," she said, "but you better stop beating your meat like that or you'll waste your first load all over the rug." He stopped at once and just stood in front of her like an oaf. "C'mere, baby," she said.

He moved to the side of the bed and she proceeded to remove all his clothing. Then she looked up at him, a twinkle in her eyes as she let the thick head of his cock slide around her cheek. "Want me to French it a little, Bobby... first?"

"Huh?" he said, scared to death that his cock would explode and pour his jism all over her face.

"Want me to suck your big cock a little for you?"

"Yeah... oh, God, yds!" he cried. "Yes, suck it, I'd really like that."

"Why don't you get down here with me and we'll go together? You can eat me a little while I suck you. Okay, honey?"

"Yeah... yeah," he said, and clambered into the bed beside her.

She ran her tongue wetly around and around his heatedly throbbing cock-head slowly at first, and then faster, with increasing confidence as she heard him moan rapturously. She used her tongue to tease open the tiny slit at the tip.

But he was doing nothing.

"What's the matter, honey?" she asked, looking down at his startled face between their bodies. "Huh?"

"Don't you want it?"

"Yes... oh, God, yes!" he cried.

"Then get with it," she said, lifting her leg and trapping his head between her full thighs. "Suck my pussy, Bobby," she urged, almost a whine in her voice, "suck it while I blow your big cock for you."

As his hands sought the secret, hidden folds of her pussy, he found unmistakable evidence of the extent of her desire. The moistness of her cunt permeated her entire pubic area and drooled down the soft inner part of her thighs.

"Oh, Jesus... oh, my God!" he cried, but still he went no further.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Uh... I don't know... uh... nothin'."

"Christ," she said, "here, I'll show ya, baby."

He was surprised when she pushed him back down to his back on the bed. He was even more surprised when she raised herself from the bed and slid atop him, her ass staring him in the face. She pressed her inner thighs against the sides of his head so tightly he thought she would crush him.

"Oh, baby, baby," she moaned, squeezing his head, "I want you so much... I want you a lot."

Then, inch by inch, she moved her cunt down towards his face. He was scared. He wanted to refuse; everything within him cried that he should, now that he knew what she wanted him to do for her. Yet he was held by some sort of strange fascination which he couldn't deny.

Then she was there, and he was suddenly aware of a honey-sweet sensation coursing through him. She rubbed her clitoris roughly against his face until cunt juice dribbled down his chin. Then she had lifted her weight slightly and sank her mouth down over his cock.

In moments he knew the deepest pleasure he had ever felt as she blew him with the kind of skill only known by an older woman.

Then he wanted to suck her, wanted to drive his face up into her pussy. Suddenly Velma screamed in joy as she felt his long, hot tongue drive deep into her wildly quivering cunt. In response she continued licking and nibbling at the sensitive underside of his cock. Soon both were moaning almost continuously and their bodies writhed in a wanton abandonment as the delicious sensations built up to an intolerable pressure in both sets of throbbing loins.

Unexpectedly, he shot his prick up, up, up, into her throat. He felt the bridge of her nose slam into his asshole. His balls smashed against her face. He heard her gasp around his prick. He felt the hard knob hit deep in her throat.

His own attention was riveted on her cunt. His tongue shot up into her hole again. His tongue now rolled lovingly between her hungry cunt-lips. They fucked in earnest, each with mouths busy. Her lips made slopping sounds as she sucked his cock, his hips going up and down as he fucked her clinging mouth.

He felt his prick bump against the very back of her throat and her tongue loving and laving it in its entirety. A tiny shot of his first come shot from the head of his prick and flew into her throat.

She swallowed it easily and kept sucking. He felt her body twist above him. She came, burying his chin in her pussy hair. Soon he felt it grow even damper. Her juice had seeped in waves out of her cunt. Her hair became matted with it.

He loved the pull of her lips on his prick, but suddenly she was gone. He opened his eyes and saw her standing beside the edge of the bed.

"Oh, you young, handsome stud," she said, her eyes glinting down at him as she rubbed the wetness of her own pussy with feverish hands. "I'm gonna show you some tricks you never dreamed existed."

She lay back down beside him on the bed and whispered softly into his ear. "I'll give you something you can remember the rest of your life, even if you never fuck me again."

Her voice had a strange tone in it, almost as though she were taunting him or teasing him.

Bobby squeezed a thick handful of her warm naked ass between his fingers, and she responded with a shiver that shook even his own body as he lay on top of her. He realized that she was quivering beneath him, her cunt mound pressed up against his young cock, her thighs clamped together around his leg as she squeezed the firmness of his flesh against the hot eager lips of her cunt.

Then she released her grip around him and slid a hand between them. He nearly recoiled with surprise as her fingers cruelly wrapped around his cock and wrenched it.

"You want to put it in me, don't you, Bobby baby?" she smiled. "You'd like to shove that hard young cock of yours right up into my cunt, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, shit, yes, there's nothing I'd like better, nothing in the world."

She reached down, with her other hand, the length of his muscular back, ran her fingers over the hard swell of his buns, and shoved it between his legs. Roughly she squeezed the aching, leathery sac beneath his ass and above his fully erect cock.

He moaned at the electric touch of her fingers on his balls. "Oh, Christ, yes, I want you. I want you so bad. I want all of your cunt."

"You're gonna get me. You're gonna fuck me real good, sweetie," she said, again almost taunting him. "You're going to make me like it, even if you never fucked anyone before... you're gonna fuck me real good."

She knew his secret. She had been fooling with him all the time.

"Damn you," he hissed at her. "I'll split you in half. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You'll be begging me for some more when I'm through fucking you."

She laughed loudly up into his face. "That's just what I wanted to hear you say, honey... now show me some real mean."

Instantly she rolled tight against him and his hands tore at her body, the soft warmth of her buttocks, squeezing the tender cheeks together along the crevice of her ass. He marveled at the fantastic firmness of her ass, the beautiful perfection of the twin mounds. His fingers left tiny red lines across the smooth half-moons.

Her entire naked form was warm and yielding against his own body. Her lips once more soft and moist as they crushed against his. He arched his back away from her as he felt her hand slip down between their bodies. Her fingers eagerly searched for the rigid shaft of his hard young cock.

A cry of delicious joy escaped his throat as her cool fingers gripped tightly around the lust- stiffened length of his prick. He kissed her harder in reply, probing hungrily with his tongue between her teeth, grinding against her as her touch brought a wave of maddening desire to his cock.

Her fingers deftly slipped from the pulsing shaft of his prick, eased tenderly through his pubic hair, and massaged lovingly at the hotly swollen spheres of his balls.

Bobby Crow was insane with need for this magnificent woman, the only woman he had ever really wanted in his young years. He was certain that in another second of her delicious caressing he would blow his hot cum all over her belly.

Hurriedly he parted her thighs with his leg. She spread her legs farther apart for him, eagerly opening her nakedly writhing cunt to her new young lover.

He bent his head to her massive tits. Gently, softly, he took one nipple at a time between his lips. She leaned back slightly and sighed with pleasure. Between her legs, she felt the rising heat of her passion flowing in sticky streams out of her cunt onto the inner part of her trembling thighs.

She looked down. His cock bobbed between her legs, its bulbous head only an inch from the wiry black curls covering her slit.

"I want you," she moaned very softly, tender now and not taunting him any more. "I want all of you with all of me covering your cock."

"Yes, yes," he moaned.

"Take me... hurry, now!"

Now it was his turn. He sensed in her the wild need that he already had felt. Instead of putting his cock in her cunt at once, he persisted in his gentle kisses, covering her tits with his face. Then he cupped her breasts, one in each hand. They were firm and full. They rested in his hands as though they belonged, as though they had been there forever. He squeezed them, feeling a current establishing itself from the palms of his hands to his inflated cock.

"Beautiful tits," he said. "They feel as though they belong here, in my hands."

"Yes," she whispered, "can't you tell they want to be there from the way my thighs are soaking? Put your fucking cock in me," she urged. "Give it all to me so my cunt can love it. So I can love you.

Do it fast. Fuck me!"

She moved and wriggled her hips until the head of his cock was parting her cunt-lips. The sensation of having his rigid tool sliding smoothly far, far inside her cunt sent prickles of lust and anticipation throughout her whole body. She moaned and shuddered as she gave herself up completely to him. With her tits quivering, she let her body slide completely forward. Her cunt sucked at his cock, drawing it fully inside her hole.

The skin on his cock stretched taut as it slid up her channel. His arms went around her, as his hands caressed her with flying fingers.

"Oh, yeah, it's good, it's so good. I can feel the fucking thing clear up to my goddamn throat, sweetie!" she cried, tears of lust and joy staining her cheeks. "Don't stop. My God, don't ever stop!"

His lips searched hers and he kissed her hard and demandingly. Her mouth answered his with equal pressure. She rolled her moist, warm tongue against his as he filled her body with his prick. It made a gushing sound as it slid in and out of her soaking hole.

Both their bodies began to perspire as they frantically fucked each other. Her hips were insistent as they pounded against his. Her hairy cunt-lips seemed like two wet claws as they squirmed and clawed to keep his rigid cock deep inside her writhing hole.

Harder and harder her body came forward, meeting each and every one of his pounding thrusts. He shoved against her, and when he knew he could go no farther, when he felt her hard pelvic bone directly against his own, he set himself hard against her and moved slowly, hips gyrating with precision in order to bring both of them off to their fullest peak of satisfaction. She countered by matching his rhythm and motions with her own hips, and letting him know the pleasure he was giving her by moans and gasps from her constricted throat.

His cock was good. It felt very big and full, and powerful. It was the kind of cock she needed and wanted. "I love it," she sighed, "I love your cock."

"And I love your cunt," he replied.

She eased back as she felt her juices pour out from around his cock and slide down over her taut butt. Her eyes were open, but they seemed to see nothing as they stared right through him, finding their point of concentration in some dim faraway place beyond her mind. Her convulsive movements quickened and her back arched even more to send her soaking crack even harder against him.

He sensed her complete arousal, and held himself against her until she could attain fulfillment along with him. He was coming.

He thrust his hips forward with all the pent-up passion she had built within him. He felt her softness close around him, driving him to a quick release of wild passion.

She, too, sensed it, and quickened the rhythm of her hips to bring herself to the same heat that comes just before release.

"Soon," he said. "Soon, I can't wait any longer."

"Do it... come... COME!" she urged, throwing her head back and arching her body until her tits seemed about to leap from her body into his waiting mouth.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm COMING NOW!"

"JESUS! OHHH, SHIT!" she screamed. "It feels like a thousand pricks are in me all at once!"

Her hips were afire with the pressure from his straining cock. She bit her lips until it seemed that the gleaming white teeth would go completely through the skin and blood would start to flow down her chin.

Together they felt the complete flood of final satisfaction as his cum poured forth into her spasming pussy.

Crow had fucked and fucked his aunt all the rest of that week. When his Uncle Al returned, he continued to fuck her. They just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. It got so bad that in the middle of the night she started leaving Al's bed and sneaking into young Bobby's room.

It was only a matter of time until his uncle would catch on and discover what had been going on.

Crow was astride her face in his bed one night, pounding his cock into her mouth as if it were her cunt, when his uncle burst into the room like a crazed bull. He nearly killed the young Crow before Velma could pull him off, screaming that it was all her fault and the boy wasn't to blame.

Nevertheless, Bobby Crow was forced to leave their house, never to see Velma again. He heard years later that Al had finally killed her when he had found her in bed with their next- door neighbors--man and wife.

The man was pouring the prick to Velma's ass from behind while Velma was sucking the wife's pussy.

It was more than Al could take. He strangled her right then and there, and then called the police. But before they got there, he stuck a shotgun in his mouth and blew off the back of his head.

Crow could care less what happened to Al, but Velma, he always missed. She was the only woman he ever had in his whole life who could completely satisfy him.

"It's right there," Danny said, jarring Crow's mind back to reality and the interior of the car. "That lane on the left right there beside that clump of trees."

Crow rolled the wheel around to the left and pulled a few feet up into the drive.

"Hold it for a minute right here," Steele said.

Crow rocked the car to a halt and re-lit his cigar.

Together the three of them surveyed the aging, decrepit house looming like a decaying frame specter against the rain-darkened sky.

"You sure this is the place?" Crow said, throwing his words over his shoulder to the back seat.

"I'm positive," Danny replied, some strength having returned to his voice. "It was the only meal I got last summer when I hitched from Miami to New York. Besides I couldn't forget the girl... she was as weird as the house looks haunted."

"It looks desolate enough... and I don't even see any telephone wires leading into the place," Steele said almost to himself as his eyes surveyed beyond the house to the outbuildings and the fields.

"I wonder if it's even got electricity," Crow said, narrowing his eyes through the haze of cigar smoke surrounding his head.

"It's perfect, I tell ya," Danny said.

"Yeah... yeah, I think you're right, kid," Steele said, and flipped his hand up the drive as a signal for Crow to drive on.