Chapter 3
The door of the darkened house opened. Pat flipped on a light switch and came in, walking hesitantly, unsteadily. Every step she took sent daggers of pain up her violated asshole. And the cheeks of her butt were so sore from the whipping Lucy had given them that she'd been unable to stand the touch of her panties on her rump. She'd brought the panties home rolled up in her purse. The occasional touch of her skirt brushing her bare buttcheeks made her teeth clench, and driving home had been sheer torture.
She closed the door behind her, locked it. Her nephew Mike wouldn't be home from his job for a while yet. She was alone in the house. She slumped back against the door and sighed.
For all the pain that filled her whipped and raped ass, her pussy had still not forgotten the delightful sense of fullness Jerry's big cock had given it. The teacher thought of the way the gigantic prick had forced apart the walls of her cunt as it forged up her eager pussy from behind, and for a moment the ache in her ass went away.
She loved the thrilling feel of a hard male cock driven to the hilt up her pussy. The thrilling friction of rigid cock slipping in and out of wet, clinging cunt, the rush of elation as she felt hot come blasting into her hungry cunt-she couldn't live without the joys of fucking. She'd denied herself those joys for too long, and then been denied them by circumstances beyond her control just as she was learning what she'd missed. She didn't want to go without sex any more!
But she could never let Jerry touch her again. Not after what he'd done to her-and let his sister do!
She went to the bathroom, undressed, lay for a long time in a steaming-hot bath while the warm water soothed away her pains. She lay with her head resting against the enamel rim of the tub, just her knees and the peaks of her tits showing above the water's surface. An idea came into her mind. She tried to push it away at first, but it would not leave her alone. At last she sighed. She knew what she had to do.
She rose, toweled the water from her splendid, pale body. She walked, stark naked, to her bedroom, just up the hallway from her nephew's. Mike had not come home yet. Whistling tunelessly to herself, she went through her selection of nighties, finally finding one appropriately black and short-and sheer. She slipped it on. The smoky fabric did not conceal the snowy curves of her body. The dark nipples, quivering with anticipation, were plainly visible at the ends of her round jugs, and the neat black delta of her cunt-bush clearly pointed the way to the hot, wet paradise of pussy between her flawless legs. Satisfied, she climbed into her bed. But she did not go to sleep.
Later, the front door opened. Mike Turner came in quietly, so as not to disturb his aunt. She was a light sleeper, and had to get up earlier than the boy. This was one night when he was definitely glad he didn't have to get up early. It wasn't that late an hour, but he was utterly exhausted.
It was his own fault. Though he was still young, Mike was a tall, strongly built young man-but he had more going for him than that. As Betty Ann Warren, two years his senior, could testify. Particularly after tonight!
He'd met Betty Ann when school began. She was working, in the library at the time, and despite being a senior to his sophomore, she'd struck up a conversation. The whole school knew of the death of his parents. Although he was a bit shy, he was popular.
Later, Betty Ann had tried to console him in a more intimate manner and found out why he was so popular-particularly with the girls. While physically quite strong, Mike wasn't much of an athlete-yet the whole cheerleader squad at Walter Williams Memorial followed him around like baby ducks following their mother.
It wasn't every high school sophomore who combined a polite, retiring manner with a nine-inch cock!
Betty Ann was no slouch sexually. Five-foot-four, with hair that was naturally so blonde as to be almost white and the most spectacular set of jugs at school, Betty Ann had acquired what in earlier days would have been referred to as a Reputation. Just about every likely-looking young man at the school had tried her ultra-tight pussy or skilled young mouth on his prick for size; some reported in awed tones of fucking their pricks frantically between those magnificent tits, only to have the girl eagerly suck each and every drop of come from their cocks when they finally let loose. But Betty Ann had never in her life even seen a cock that was nine inches long.
Beth' Ann said she and Mike were made for each other. When his cock was plunged into her dripping pussy, he would have said so too. But after tonight he wasn't sure. He couldn't keep up with the girl!
She'd dropped by the garage where he worked after school. He'd had somebody's Cadillac on the hydraulic rack. The buxom blonde had sidled up to him, done a little reaching and fondling, and before he knew it he had jacked down the car and clambered into the front seat. When he'd turned around his eyes bugged out-Betty Ann was climbing in after him, already naked, pink nipples swollen at the ends of her enormous tits, white pussy fur shiny and sweet-smelling with the oils of her cunt. Grinning like a fool, Mike's friend and co-worker Ed Bryant had jacked the car back up to let the young couple enjoy privacy.
They needed it. Before he'd even caught his breath the young man felt his prick being dragged free from his trousers and felt a remarkably hot, moist mouth enveloping it. Holding the fat red head of Mike's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue loving around the trapped prickhead, Betty Ann had jacked her fingers skillfully up and down the huge, vein-twined rod of the cock. In fewer
than twenty heartbeats the boy grabbed both sides of that white-blonde head and fired a tremendous charge of come clear to her tonsils. Betty Ann had drunk down every drop of Mike's jism, then come swarming up him to press her stupendous boobs flat on his chest while her mouth met his for a kiss sharply tinted by the taste of his own come.
The girl's hand never let go of Mike's cock. In seconds his prick was hard as a rock again. What Betty Ann didn't know about turning on a man wasn't worth knowing, as she demonstrated once more as soon as his cock was back up to its full nine-inch glory. Pausing only long enough to unbutton his shirt and lick briefly at both his nipples-which always drove him crazy-Betty Ann swung a plump, tanned leg across his crotch and sat down on his cock, her outsized boobs practically smothering him. She cooed like a dove as the oily, snug sleeve of her pussy slid down over the straining bar of his prick.
She'd fucked herself vigorously on his cock while he gnawed and lapped happily at her plentiful boobs, smearing their tips with saliva, sucking them into his mouth to punish the nipples delightfully with his tongue. Her pussy had seemed to stroke the length of his thrusting prick with its oily velvet walls. This time it was her orgasm that sparked his, causing her cunt to close like a trap on his prick and milk a quick spurt of come from his cock before he knew what had hit him.
Betty Ann's snowy-haired pussy had drunk his jism as greedily as her sucking mouth had. When they'd spent their passion she slumped against him, holding him tightly. He'd cradled her in his arms, half-asleep, marveling at the way her sun-browned skin contrasted with the Nordic lightness of the hair on her head and well-furred pussy.
After a pleasant rest Betty Ann had stirred, lifted herself so that Mike's cock came sucking out of her cunt in a stream of come and pussy sauces, and slid her butt backwards against the dashboard. Mike opened his mouth to protest. The words turned into a sigh of pleasure as Betty Ann pushed her boobs together on either side of his dormant cock.
Such a short time after not one but two furious orgasms, Mike wouldn't have thought he could get it up again to save his life. But these were the Legendary Warren Tits being wrapped around his prick. As the naked blonde began to roll her shoulders and knead the masses of titflesh around his rapidly-stiffening cock, he started to understand why this full-bodied young beauty was a legend in her own time.
He'd only been dating Betty Ann a couple of months, and this was his first-ever experience with fucking her tits. It wasn't one he would soon forget. He pistoned his throbbingly hard cock violently back and forth through the dry white tunnel of resilient boob, his head back, his eyes screwed shut. Betty Ann moaned and writhed through at least three orgasms of her own as the giant prick plowed between her scrumptious tits. Then Mike's cock quivered and shot a surprisingly thick stream of come arcing up toward her face. She dipped her head triumphantly and started slurping up the white sperm as though drinking from a water fountain while Mike clutched her bare shoulders and shook from the intensity of his climax.
Afterwards she'd been a good sport when he'd claimed to be too exhausted for any more fucking. She'd given him an impassioned good-night kiss, squeezed his crotch, and gone her way, leaving him with knees that felt as if they were made out of rubber and a long limp hose of cock that felt as if it were worn out from overuse.
Home at last, Mike took a shower and slipped gratefully into bed. He'd never felt so tired in his life. He wondered briefly if he'd ever have a hardon again after tonight's workout. Deep down inside he doubted it, but then sleep overtook him and his mind went blank.
Mike awoke to the feeling of something tugging at the tip of his prick. "Whuzzat?" he murmured drowsily, eyes opening. In answer a discreet slurp came to his ears. Suction on his cock made his belly muscles tense with pleasure. He sat bolt upright. His prick was being sucked!
His eyes strained through the gloom. He was suddenly aware of another person on the bed with him, of warm soft flesh against his bare thigh. Whoever the intruder was, it appeared to be wearing a wispy black nightie over moon-pale skin. The figure raised its head. Saliva shone on its full lips and the cone-shaped head of his prick. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, Michael," a husky, familiar feminine voice said. "I'll go away if you want."
For the second time that night Mike's eyes bulged. Clad in a nightie that did nothing to hide the delicious abundance of her charms, beside him on his bed bent over to suck fervently at his tired cock, was his Aunt Pat! "I-un-oh, Jesus!" He lay back, staring at the ceiling. Taking his stammered statement for permission to stay, Pat dropped her head again. Mike's back arched as her lips fastened on his prick again.
Aunt Pat! He'd always thought she was an outstandingly beautiful woman, but at the same time icy and uptight. When he'd moved in at the end of last summer, he had noticed something different about her, but at the time he'd been preoccupied with the death of his parents, and later he was preoccupied with Betty Ann Warren. Not that, lying awake in his bed at night with his aunt sleeping not twenty feet away, he hadn't wondered whether her figure was as lush as it looked despite the excruciatingly sensible clothes she wore. He'd even wondered what she'd be like in bed-but those were forbidden, incestuous thoughts, and he'd quickly put them aside. His aunt was being wonderful letting him live with her. To think about fucking her seemed ungrateful.
Now to think about not fucking her seemed ungrateful. But he didn't think he could. Not after Betty Ann had gotten through with him!
"Ummmmmmmm," despite his complete exhaustion, he had to admit his aunt's mouth felt damn fine on his prick. Something in the hesitant way her lips handled his prick, the way her tongue flicked at the big cockhead, told him his aunt was new at the art of giving head. But the hot-bodied teacher was definitely getting an "A" for effort!
He raised his head and looked down at her. Through the gauzy dark fabric of her nightie he could see the ripe roundness of a tit. The black-haired woman was bending across him, and the boob was flattened on his muscular thigh. Even through the negligee he could feel the silky smoothness of her skin. Her taut nipple drilled into his leg,
Propping himself on one elbow, he reached down to touch the short hair that framed the sculpted, high-cheekboned face in a severe cut. Pat's eyes flicked up at him and twinkled happily. Her cheeks went concave as she gave his cock an extra-powerful suck.
"Ahhhhhh." It was all he could do to keep from seizing a handful of that glossy black hair and driving his aunt's face down on the rigid rod of his cock. Then he blinked. There was no mistake. His cock was a rigid rod, rising from his crotch in a pale moonlit pillar to disappear into his aunt's lovely face.
Pat let go of the prick. Saliva ran from the cockhead and down the sides of the mighty prick. She grasped the base of the prick between thumb and forefinger. Holding it, she nuzzled the throbbing prick with her cheek. She sighed at the feverish feel of the cock against her skin.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked. She turned her face and ran her tongue up the underside of Mike's cock. His lean young body went stiff as a board. "I've never done this before. Does this feel good?" To punctuate her question she flicked her tongue against the underside of her nephew's cock, at the place where the straining cockstalk met the inflated head of the prick.
Pleasure blasted down the cock and into his groin.
"Y-yesssss!" he groaned. He lay back down. He put his hands on either side of Pat's head as her pliant lips flowed once more to envelop his cockhead. It was all he could do not to pull down hard on her head while thrusting upwards with his hips and impale her beautiful face on his cock till her teeth touched his balls. But if this was the first time his aunt had ever sucked prick, that wouldn't do at all. She'd probably panic-and she'd certainly gag, with nine whole inches of cock driven down her throat!
A thoughtful look stole across Pat's face as she sucked the head of her nephew's prick. The taste of the cock was meaty and strong, like aged beef. She liked the flavor of prick. It was another thing she'd been denying herself. This would remind her to keep an open mind about fucking.
She ran her tongue around the cone of Mike's cockhead. A hissing breath greeted her effort. She felt the boy's fingers trembling. From her own times spent lying on her back with darling Roger's face between her legs, shivering with ecstasy while he sucked her tasty pussy flaps into his mouth, she knew what he was going through. It was taking a deliberate effort not to crush her head with all his might.
The sexual excitement that inflated the giant prick seemed to flow from the vibrating cock into her mouth. Her pussy was watering away untended and she was getting monstrously horny. As a matter of fact, with the flavor and feel of Mike's hard cock, and the sensation of intolerable arousal the prick was transmitting into her mouth, she might be able to get off just devouring her nephew's cock!
She pushed her head down toward the curly brown hair surrounding the base of the cock. The prickhead wedged her cheekbones apart till the hinges of her jaw ached. The massive prick slid over her tongue. Pressed to the underside of the ponderous cockshaft, Pat's tongue could feel Mike's pulse go wild.
The prick's tip reached the back of Pat's mouth. Pat pushed her face down experimentally. A twinge of reflex revulsion tightened her throat as the cockhead started to go down it. She lifted her head a fraction of an inch. She absolutely loved having her face fucked full of her nephew's prick, but she wasn't ready to take the sword of cock down her throat yet.
For a moment she just lay sprawled across the youth's lap and enjoyed the feel and flavor of the cock stuck in her face. Her fingers pumped up and down on the length of cockshaft between her lips and Mike's groin. Her tongue began slipping around and around the staff of Mike's cock, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
The boy's whole body vibrated like a toning fork. He was on the verge of coming in his aunt's mouth. Pat felt a moment of apprehension. She enjoyed the bleachy smell of come, but the stuff had always felt slightly slimy to her, and she wasn't sure how it would taste. Should she let her nephew fire his jism into her face and try to drink it down? Or should she suck his prick till he quivered on the brink of orgasm and then slip her mouth off his cock and send him over the edge with her fingers.
"Oh, yeah." Her nephew's hands tagged her head gently up so that the prick began to slide out between her teeth. She felt her own pussy trembling with excitement. She remembered the resolve she'd just made, to be as adventurous sexually as she could be. That decided her.
She took control of the cocksucking back. She raised her head, closing her teeth just enough so that they delicately scraped the top and bottom of the giant prick. Pat's lips were pressed tight on the shaft of the withdrawing cock, stroking up the prick towards its head while Mike began to moan with joy.
Her teasing tongue felt the rubbery tip of Mike's cock about to slide from her lips. She stopped. Her lips became a narrow ring clamped just behind the cockhead, while her tongue caressed the pulsing tip of her nephew's prick. Her fingers jacked him off and toyed with his taut balls.
"Oh God!" he moaned. "Keep it up! I'm about to come!"
To her surprise, Pat found she was too. Her shoulders started moving in a circle, rubbing her stiff nipples around and around on the hard muscle of Mike's thigh. The filmy fabric of the nightie rasped her swollen tit-tips, till her jugs seemed to expand with delight. Her breath came short and fast over her cock-thrilling fingers.
Pat knew enough about fucking to know how rapidly Mike's orgasm was bearing down. She pushed her face down toward his crotch again, rubbing her tongue against the underside of his cock. This time his hips shot up off the mattress. She rode the thrust out, allowing his cock to fill her mouth.
Mike's butt drove deep into the mattress as he pulled his cock from her face. "Mmmm, mmm, mmmmaaaahhhh!" his aunt moaned in her own lustful joy. Her nephew's cock pistoning in and out of her face was almost as thrilling as it would have been pumping her pussy!
She wrapped both hands around the base of Mike's cock and fucked her face on the prick with increasing energy. Her lips held snugly to the sliding prick and her tongue never stopped swirling around the steely cock. Pat's hair flew into her face as she pumped up and down on the column of cock.
She felt a warning tremor in the mighty cock. She pulled her head up until once more only the swollen, throbbing prickhead inhabited her mouth. Her tits quivered like jelly against Mike's leg as she sucked on the prick for all she was worth. A flashbulb seemed to go off in Mike's brain. "Arrrrggggh!" he shouted, and came.
In spite of firing off the full load of his balls into Betty Ann's mouth and eager pussy and all over those unbelievable tits, the geyser of come that gushed into Pat's mouth was enormous. Her eyes widened as the pulse of jism completely filled her mouth. The acrid salty taste made her head reel.
For a moment she hung on. still sucking gamely. Come rolled down her throat. She swallowed it without thinking. A second pulse of orgasm in Mike's cock caused the sperm to bubble out of her lips around the shaft of the cock. Come coated her tongue, her throat, the insides of her mouth.
And she loved it!
Climax flared inside her pussy. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned urgently as pleasure blazed in her bran. A new spurt of jism overflowed her mouth. Creamy come ran down the cock and over her fingers. Even as the wild joy of orgasm possessed her, Pat felt calm inside. She'd never be alone again!