Chapter 10
She woke up the next morning quite alone.
The sheets under her bruised and sweaty body were sopping wet with sperm, juices of expended passion, the shocking yet stimulating odors left by the thrashing of three young bodies beside her in one bed.
She had been fucked by them all-and she had sucked them all. Not once, but more times than she could remember.
Instead of guilt, she felt something more akin to a dark liberation of her senses. And even now, as she lay with her legs spread obscenely apart, she found herself yearning for just one more stiff boy-prick. Just one more glorious, grunting fuck.
She was still thinking about sex when the bedroom door creaked open and Willy came into the room bearing a big breakfast tray
He was dressed in only his cutoffs, but she could see the lusty bulge at his crotch-as if his lubricous young cock had not yet fully gone down to normal size.
"Hungry, Aunt Mary?" he called out, cheerfully.
She sat up on her elbows, unconcerned that she was totally nude-and caring less that her tits were puffy from the young mouths that had sucked on them half the night.
Willy brought the tray over to her night table and set it down. It was a good, big breakfast for a gal who had worked so hard.
He sat on the edge of the bed while she wolfed down the food. It was only when she was through that she thought to ask the obvious question.
"Where are the other two?"
Willy grinned. "They left. Poor old Jack-Jesus, I think you milked his balls to death. He said you made him cum five times."
She smiled back, feeling a faint itch at the center of her cunt. Just remembering how that puffing little lout had screwed her was making her hot to trot!
"That was naughty of you, Willy," she breathed. "Where on earth did Jack come from?"
"We had it all planned. After you turned out your light, he came into the apartment. He'd been sitting on the steps outside for hours."
"And the pictures you took?"
Willy's eyes narrowed, but his mischievous grin held firm. "I meant what I said about the pictures, Aunt Mary. Tom took the camera home with him-and the film."
"Didn't I do what you wanted?" she protested, softly.
"Only half of it. Remember what I said about the deal being in two parts?"
"And the second part?"
"Simple. I want to put your pussy to work for me."
At first she thought her ears weren't functioning properly. But when he repeated his brutal announcement, her heart began to pound.
"W-what do you mean, Willy?"
'Tom and Jack and me need some money. We want to go in on a good motorbike-and the only way we've got to come up with the dough is to put your cunt into action. How would you like to get fucked by the whole high school football team?"
This time she heard perfectly well-and her ears burned and buzzed in amazement.
"Are you insane!? " she gasped.
Willy chuckled, then reached over and tweaked one of her tender, firm nipples. Then his other hand touched the second nipple.
"I have to live in this city," she hissed, helplessly. "Do you think I can get away with-"
"Relax," Willy grinned, "we've figured all that out." His fingers were still around her nipples gently squeezing them, teasing them to new life. "Jack has sneaked one of his mom's stretch wigs out of the house, and you can wear that big pair of dark sunglasses I saw you in once."
She wanted to tell Willy to stop playing with her tits, but both her nipples were growing fat and plump, and the way he was toying with her was making something happen inside her cunt, too.
"B-but they will want to know who I am," she protested softly. "All those boys will be curious!"
Willy shrugged, not looking at her but at her tits. Watching those nice pink paps bloating against his thumbs. . "We've taken care of that, too," he breathed. "We told the guys that we could hire thisuh-whore from Parson City. We told them it would cost five bucks apiece. Hell, they don't give a shit who you are. All they want is a chance to fuck a grown woman. And you oughta think about that part, Aunt Mary. I mean, the way you dig young guys, just think about being alone with twenty of them-all hot and horny as bulls. You'll get enough hard fucking to last you a month!"
She was thinking about it.
Her pussy seemed to be considering it, too. She could feel the lips of her crazed cunt parting-just as if twenty boys with big, hard pricks were already lined up outside her bedroom door!
As if sensing her growing mood, Willy slipped one of his hands off her trembling tit and slid it expertly down between her legs. He cupped her moist and hairy cunt in the palm of his hand and began to rub her gently, moving his palm just forcefully enough to make her hole ache with pleasure.
"How about it, Aunt Mary? There's a hundred bucks in it for Tom, Jack, and me. Nobody will ever know who you are-and I promise you the time of your life. Four solid hours of the best goddamned fucking you'll ever have."
Her cunt was pouting out hotly now against his moving hand.
"When?" she managed, raggedly.
"Tonight."
She felt a thrill of lust go through her body, and the hairs circling her heating pussy seemed to crackle with electricity as Willy's taunting hand groped and petted her.
"Want me to fuck you while you think about it?" Willy whispered, his handsome young face flushed with the excitement of feeling up a cunt he knew he could ball for the asking.
She couldn't resist the invitation!
In seconds Willy had ripped down his cutoffs and was on top of her. His prick was as hard as if he hadn't had sex in a week. He took her the way he used to, shoving his whole cock right up her yielding slit to the balls. Then he methodically fucked her until her guttural, throaty gasps told him that she was only a breath away from her climax.
Then he stopped, letting her pussy throb and quiver around the hard column of his meat.
"Say yes, Aunt Mary," he breathed.
Her voice almost scorched his face. "YES-
BUT MAKE ME CUM!! "
With a slack, triumphant grin, he went to work again on her sucking cunt. He fucked her a bit faster now, making his firm, naked buttocks rise and fall with pile-driving force until she hummed like a bee and began to spasm with uncontrollable pleasure.
She poured hot juices over his balls for several lustful seconds before he got his own rocks off. Then, with a vigor that only teen-aged males can muster, he filled her bloated cunt with several thick gluts of sperm.
But even after his prick was soft and he had pulled it out of her dripping slit, she was hungry for more..."
At exactly seven o'clock that evening, Jack and Tom appeared again at the apartment.
Jack had the dark stretch-wig he had secretly borrowed from his mother, and Tom had brought along an item that he thought would "turn the guys on like hell." It was something he had snitched out of his sister's wardrobe novelty garment made of red nylon that the female could wear as a blouse. Only this blouse came down just to the navel, and there were round cut-outs in front for the tits to stick through.
"My sis used to wear this at parties," Tom grinned, sticking one of his black fingers through a tit-peek hole and wriggling it like a distended nipple. "No wonder she got her hot pussy fucked so many times!"
"Model it for us," Jack suggested. "The wig, the glasses, the whole bit. See if it turns us on."
She knew she could hardly pretend to be modest in front of three boys who had spent the night before fucking her in every position in the book!
While the three boys waited on the living room sofa, she went into the downstairs John and took off her clothes. She got into the nylon blouse, pulled on the stretch wig and dark glasses, then painted her lips with the brightest red lipstick she had. She didn't even recognize herself in the mirror!
She came back to the living room with the blouse fitting her exactly the way it was meant to. That is, both of her pointing tits were sticking through the twin holes-enough to tempt a saint!
"Jesus!" Jack husked, catching sight of her. "You talk about hard-on material!"
"Yeah," Tom whistled, showing all his white teeth in his black face. "I could fuck a little of that tail myself!"
It was only Willy who made a face, barely glancing at the nearly nude figure of his aunt. "C'mon, you guys," he complained. "We haven't got time for any shit. We'll be late."
But Miss Harble was enjoying it. Somehow, the costume made her less self-conscious-as if she were another person. She wondered what a psychiatrist would say about her assuming so quickly a split-personality.
She paraded a bit more in front of her audience, posing here and there against various pieces of furniture-exposing her tits and pussy in the most stimulating ways she could think of.
Both Jack and Tom got enormous hard-ons. Both of their pricks bulged up lewdly against their legs.
"Hey, Aunt Mary, cut it out," Willy grunted. "You're turning these two cunt-hounds on. Save it until later. We'll all fuck you as much as you want when we get home."
Willy had a little difficulty in convincing his pals that there was anything wrong with knocking off a couple of quick pieces before leaving. But he finally succeeded-and not getting balled only honed the swelling itch between Miss Harble's legs.
The place where they were going was the house out in the country which Willy had told her about a week or so before. Just an old deserted farm house, as isolated as Mars, which some of the high school boys had fixed up a little for weekend beer parties and sex marathons-when they could get girls willing to go along with a gang-bang.
They drove out in Jack's father's car. Since he had a part-time driving license, there would be no hassle with the police in case they were stopped.
Willy sat up in the front seat with Jack, and Miss Harble and Tom shared the backseat.
"Man," Tom groaned after they had gone only a block, "lemme fuck her back here. Ain't no harm in that."
"No fucking," Willy commanded. "You think we want to take her in with your alley cat sperm dripping from her slit."
On that sour note, Tom cupped his hand against Miss Harble's ear and whispered something suggestive to her. She nodded, and seconds later Tom had his big black prick out of his pants and had scooted far back into the corner of the car.
Miss Harble leaned over and Tom fed most of his enormous incredibly potent cock into her mouth. She loved the warm, funky taste of his dark prick-and with her untouched pussy twitching with frustration, she slowly and greedily sucked Tom until his penis was like a column of stone.
Willy glanced back a couple of times, but said nothing. It was the kind of compromise that he could go along with. After all, cocksucking didn't really count!
Because Tom had that special ability that a lot of blacks have-the ability to hold off his ejaculation until he has really had some fun-it took most of the trip to satisfy his needs. Not that she cared, or complained. The more she licked and tongued his titan prick, the tastier it seemed to her. And when his climax finally approached, she knew it from the quiver that went from the root to the tip.
"Go down on it," Tom hissed, roughly. "Eat that big thing right down to the balls!"
She rode every inch of his teenaged monster into her throat, holding it sheathed as tears came to her eyes. But it was just what he needed, and with one or two salacious gasps of joy he raised his hips and rewarded her with several powerful discharges of hot spunk!
She kept stubbornly sucking and loving his big dick until it grew reasonably soft in her mouth. Then she pulled her lips away and licked it lovingly from one end to the other, cleaning it for him the way a mother cat cleans her favorite kitten.
"Hey, we're almost there," Willy said from the front seat, "so I hope you guys are through messing around back there."
"All through, Mister Charlie," Tom sighed, grinning and slowly stuffing his satisfied peter back into her pants. Then he reached over and slipped his hand under the raincoat Miss Harble was wearing over her nearly nude body. He found her willing pussy and played with it for a few seconds, tickling her so well that the hair-rimmed cuntal lips swelled out hotly, wetly.
Then Tom drew his hand back, sniffed his fingers, winked at her and grinned again.
When they reached the turn-off that led a half-mile or so up a dirt road to the farm house, Miss Harble felt such a sudden throbbing of excitement in her blood that she could barely breathe.
It was as if she had lived all her life-spent all those dull and sexless hours in a library-just to come finally to this moment, this happy reward.
Call me a whore, she thought with wild abandon, call me a hopeless nymphomaniac ... I don't care, as long as I get fucked until I'm satisfied!
They reached the house and drove around in back. About a dozen cars, most of them hot rods, were clustered near the back door. A couple of teenaged boys were sitting on the steps of the house with beers in their hands.
"Remember," Willy whispered into the back seat. "If anybody asks you, you work in a hotel in Parson City. Tell 'em they can look you up any weekend."
Miss Harble nodded, pulling at her black stretch wig to make sure it was in place.
The three boys she was with ushered her into the house and up the stairs. She just had time for a glance into the half-dark living room of the sagging old farmhouse. The room seemed filled with boys, all with beer cans. Music was blaring from a stereo in one corner, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of high-school football pennants on the wall arranged around some large Playboy pullouts of naked females.
When the gaggle of males caught sight of her they moved toward the stairs in a group, catcalling and whistling and yelling lewd words of encouragement to Willy.
Tom and Jack momentarily stayed behind to hold back the lusty mob, and Willy took her on upstairs, then down the hall to a room at the very end.
"You can take them one at a time for the first go-around," Willy said, casually. Then he gave her what could only pass for a vaguely concerned look. "You sure you're up to this kind of orgy. Some of those studs down there are real fucking machines."
She gave him a glittering stare.
"Do you think I'd be here if I didn't want to be fucked, you silly bastard?"
He looked blank, then grinned. "Hey, right on, Auntie-baby. Get that horny old twat of yours exercised right tonight!"
"I intend to!"
There was nothing in the small room but an old mattress on the floor, a few smashed and empty beer cans and a lot of cigarette stubs on the floor that hadn't been swept in ages.
It reminded her of the decadent atmosphere of the motel where Phil Foster had taken her to heaven with that beautiful, boyish prick of his.
But tonight she had twenty Phil Fosters to fuck!!
The first customer up the stairs was the quarterback for the high school team-a tall, muscular young stud with a 69 numbered T-shirts. He came in swinging his beer and unbuttoning his pants, a flashing leer of excitement in his half-drunken eyes.
"Spread 'em, doll," he said, huskily. "I may be the first one-but I'll goddam sure bet I'm the best one!"
She was already on the mattress with her legs invitingly apart, her pussy tingling with expectation. She watched her first champion stud pull off his pants and shorts with that numb hypnotized eagerness of a born harlot.
And when she saw what he had swinging between his strong young legs, the corners of her mouth pulled up almost to her ears in a wide, appreciative grin.
He was hung like a horse.
He stood for a moment with his legs apart, his prick rising up into a beautiful stiff club of lust as he swigged down the last of his beer. Then he crushed the can in one hand and tossed it clattering to the side of the room.
Wiping the back of his mouth, he grinned wickedly at her and stroked his growing hard-on with one hand.
"You like 'em big?" he demanded.
She nodded, her whole cunt beginning to twitch. She could feel her clitoris rising like a thumb.
He drank in her flushed cheeks, her partly opened mouth, and then stared greedily at the dark thatch of hair that barely covered her stretched, scarlet slit.
"I'll bet you'd even like to suck on this big jumbo," he breathed. He stroked his stony erection again, obviously enjoying building both of them up for the good fuck to follow. "Wanta suck on it? Wanta blow my hard meat for me?"
She could only nod at him, too weak to make conversation.
He chuckled to himself. "Yeah, sure you would. I'll bet a hot old whore like you would rather eat a young guy's prick than take a paid vacation!"
She nodded again, unable to take her eyes off that horizontal column of stiff flesh riding out from the puff of pubic hair between his legs.
Then he swaggered over to the mattress and dropped to his knees between her own legs. He pushed her thighs apart until her cunt was a gaping, wet gash of need-capable now of taking a cock even twice the size of his.
"Let's see if you know how to fuck," he snarled, holding his stiffened penis at the root and shoving the head of it deep into her succulent slit.
The delicious warmth of her hairy pussy turned him on like an animal, and he fell over her as he thrust the whole length of his tool far up into her womb.
"Yeah, good stuff!" he whispered, his cock throbbing with pleasure as the grainy walls of her cunt constricted tightly to hold him. "Good old-fashioned poontang!"
Those were the last words between them.
With the savage need to prove he was the man his prick promised, he began to fuck her with punishing thrusts of his strong buttocks.
His beery breath stung her face, but she was already so lost in the overpowering joy of being at last screwed that she merely threw back her head and clenched the tip of her tongue between her teeth.
He was good.
Very good.
His prick seemed to grow longer and harder inside of her, fucking with deep strokes that made even her ass-hole pucker and twitch with pleasure!
It was the kind of picture she wished Willy was there to record with his camera ... a healthy, well-hung, seventeen-year-old stud fucking the hell out of a naked and willing woman old enough to be his mother. And both of them loving it!
He primed and pumped her juices up so quickly that her continuous spasms of completed lust triggered his own lecherous balls to shoot like small cannons into her cunt.
Finally he was through, and pulling his horsy, wickedly swollen prick out of her sloppy cunt with a sucking noise that made both of them grin.
He walked to the door of the room, his veined and dripping cock wagging proudly between his legs. Then he yelled downstairs that magic word that was like a valentine to her night-long lust.
"NEXT!! ! "