Chapter 1
Miss Harble could feel the sensitive cones of her ample tits beginning to thicken and tingle. And she knew why.
It was almost two o'clock on this Saturday afternoon, and she knew that within five or ten minutes the phone would ring and she would hear that filthy, boyish voice again ... that husky, adolescent, whispering voice that would say things to her that no male had ever said. Words and phrases such as fuck ... suck ... good pussy ... let me screw you, baby ... blow my hard dick!
But it wasn't the shocking language that was making her blood grow warmer as she anticipated the call, it was her certain knowledge about the identity of the caller.
She knew perfectly well that it was her own nephew, Willy!
Despite Willy's attempt to disguise his fifteen-year-old voice, she had recognized him almost at once when he had made the first call three Saturdays before. She had been shocked and angered beyond belief when she heard his youthful voice rasping out that first erotic message:
"Hey, lady, some guy told me you had a hungry pussy that needs a good hot fuckin'. How's about letting me crawl on your sweet, hairy cunt? I'd like to screw your juicy hole dry..."
She had almost shouted back at Willy on that first Saturday, screamed at him about what a filthy, wicked boy he was to be so ungrateful. After all, hadn't she agreed to take him into her own house for six months while his mother, her own sister, adjusted to the shattering experience of a nasty divorce? And was her reward to be called up in the middle of the afternoon and talked to like a common slut?
She had almost shouted that, but she had not.
Thank God she hadn't!
Waiting now for the phone to ring, she let a small, nervous smile creep up the corners of her mouth. The excitement was almost more than she could bear-the quickening, sexual heat she felt from her loins to her breasts. An excitement that was marbling her nipples, making them point up hard against the thin silk of her dressing robe.
She loved the secret little game she was now playing with Willy-a game he was too dumb to know she had caught on to!
As the clock ticked away up to the magic hour, she shut and locked the door of her bedroom and took off her gown. She was boldly naked now as she walked across the room to the bed. That's where she wanted to take Willy's call-and right in the center of the bed so that she could see her own nude body reflected in the bureau mirror as he talked to her!
She plumped the pillows so that one would be at her back and one under her hips. She wanted her thighs to be lifted high when the call came-high and open, within easy reach of her hand.
When she was settled, with the phone comfortably near on the night table, she stared at herself in the tall, wide mirror.
She liked what she saw.
At thirty-five, she still had her figure-and a good, solid, tempting body it was, too. She had always had the kind of plump, proudly-nippled tits that men stare hungrily at, and although her pelvis was too wide to suit her it always seemed to attract the admiring glances of every male she passed. She had even seen Joe, the old custodian at the library where she worker, sneaking a lecherous peek at her hips and legs when he thought she wasn't looking.
"It's because I'm an old maid," she breathed to herself, her smile slacking a bit. "They all think that I've never had a sexual experience with a man-and they all think how much fun it would be to teach me a thing or two."
She opened her legs wider so that she could see the dark, inviting snatch of pubic hair reflected in the mirror. Even from that distance she could see the deep, coral slit of her cunt, and the way the nap of curling hair seemed to thin just where the folds of her pussy pouted outward.
She was still admiring her quickly moistening twat when the raw jangle of the phone made her pulse jump.
Willy was calling!
She restrained herself from grabbing up the phone at once. Instead she let it ring three times before lightly picking up the receiver with her left hand while her right hand slid slowly down between her legs.
"Hello . .if
"Hi, baby-it's me again."
He was muffling his voice with a silly handkerchief, she thought, but he wasn't fooling her in the least.
"I've told you not to call me anymore," she said, putting just enough snap in her voice to make it sound convincing.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to a guy who wants to fuck you, honey. My big prick is stiff right now just thinking about how soft and hot your pussy would be."
"You are a sick young man."
"Not too sick to fuck you for an hour or two without stopping. I'll bet I could make you cum so good I'd have to call the cops to get my cock pulled out of you."
"You are a filthy ... obscene..."
Her voice trailed off as the fingers of her right hand touched the hair-rimmed lips of her cunt. Already her pussy was slick and throbbing, the folds pooching out as if to receive the whole length of a large, hard penis.
"I'm really horny today, baby," the youthful voice grated huskily into her ear. "I'm so horny I'd like to liek on your juicy cunt-meat until you couldn't do anything but shoot your hot wad down my throat. You'd like that ... there's nothing like it ... my long, wet tongue wriggling nice and slow in and out of your itchy pussy while I'm playing with both of your big tits..."
She had two of her fingers deep into her cunt now, imitating what he was saying he would do with his tongue!
".... yeah, honey, you'd love the way I eat pussy! I can get my tongue all the way up to your fucking womb ... sucking and lapping that old twat of yours until your goddam ears would point! And those horny tits of yours, have you ever had those big babies worked on by a hot mouth? Jesus, there's nothing I like better than chewing on a couple of wet, horny nipples and making 'em stick out about three times their regular size ... I'd like to milk that stuff out of your tits with my tongue ... would you like for me to suck on your boobs for you, baby?"
"Stop," she whispered, weakly. "Please stop this."
But he didn't stop. He continued with an endless recital of the lewd pleasures he could give her if she would let him.
"I can fuck longer and better than any stud in town ... I'll bet you've never felt a prick as big and long as mine ... I've got nine inches of rocky cock just dying to saw its way up your slit, doll! Would you like that? Would you like to feel my big peter pumping in and out, in and out, in and-"
"Stop it, I said!"
"Fucking is the name of the game, sweetheart. I want to put my dick into your hot snatch right up to the balls, and while I'm screwing you good and making you cum real nice and hot, I wanta stick my finger up your ass-hole and give you a damned double-fuck!"
Her own fingers were racing now in the wet muck of her smoking cunt. She was getting very close to an orgasm as Willy's devilish young voice whispered the most outrageous but exciting suggestions in her ear. She could even hear the soft, slurping noise that her pussy was making as her fingers burrowed in and out of the dewy crease. She only wished she had her other hand free so that she could touch the tips of her boiling tits, to roil and rub those plump nipples so that the itch would go away!
"Hey, you still listening to me?" Willy's voice demanded, then continued without bothering for her answer. "You know what I'd like for you to be doing to me right now? I wish I had you here so you could suck on my prick. Yeah, now that's the kind of fun I really dig. I groove on a hot mouth like yours going down on my stud cock. I'll bet you've got a tongue like a fuckin' anteater. Bet you can lick a stiff dick all day and all night. Man, that would be real great to watch you hunch down on your elbows between my legs and make a meal out of my horny peter. I can just see that long, pink tongue of yours hanging out of your shit-grinning mouth. Yeah, you'd lick nice and slow up one side of my cock and then down the other side. But I tell you what I really like. I like a good head job. You know, getting the tip of your tongue right under the head of my prick and teasing it back and forth until I'm so goddamned hot I wanta fuck a brick wall!"
On and on his voice droned, building the lascivious fantasy pictures of self-pleasure while her body grew numb with lust.
She couldn't take her ear away from the receiver. All she could do was listen while her fingers greedily masturbated her bewitched cunt.
Her clitoris was fully aroused now. It had grown from the little bud it always was in normal repose to a jutting fang of passion. She had felt it pushing up through the meaty folds of her pussy like a tiny prick-and she would have given the world if that lustful mouth at the other end of the phone were there to suck it for her!
"Someday I'll teach you to eat cock, baby," the voice drawled, "even if I have to tie you down and fuck you in the mouth-which ain't a bad idea, come to think of it. I bet you'd even like that, eh? Would you like for me to tie your legs up in the air and ball your wrinkled old cunt with my fist?"
He was getting deliberately sadistic, as if trying to humiliate her, degrade her, disgust her.
But nothing he was saying now 'could take anything away from the sizzling joy that her fingers were giving her spreading pussy. With a need that blurred her senses and stripped away the last particle of her modesty, she was madly fucking herself with her hand ... building and building toward that most delicious moment of all.
"And then there are my pals," the voice whispered, hoarsely. "I'll have to introduce you to my buddies when I'm finished with you. You ever been fucked by six guys, lady? You ever had one hard prick after another up your greasy hole for about four hours straight? I'll bet you'd groove like a mink on a good gang-bang. Just imagine how much fun it would be to get it hard and fast for that long ... to have two guys sucking on your hot tits, a guy fucking you in the cunt, a guy screwing you in the ass, and another guy feeding your mouth about nine big inches-all at the same time!"
She couldn't help herself. She could imagine it!
And with that salacious picture of herself being used like a whore by six horny young males, she began to squirm to the peak of a powerful orgasm.
She emitted a low, lusty moan of pleasure, and the voice at the other end caught the sound.
"Hey, baby, are you jacking off? Hell, yes, you are! I'll bet you've been finger-fucking yourself ever since I started talking! So why don't we cum together? I've been beating my big meat right along with you-and I sure wish you were here to take my load ... to suck it off for me ... fuck me ... suck ... fuck!"
She could barely hear his voice now, the way he was suddenly panting and grunting as he probably stroked his unseen penis in time with her flying fingers.
She couldn't hear because she was brimming over with that rare ecstasy of a total orgasm. She even let the receiver fall heavily across her ballooned tits as she lifted her burning thighs upward and dug her fingers downward, madly massaging her gushing pussy to force as much pleasure as possible through her loins.
With a guttural cry of joy she felt her hot juices spewing over her knuckles and running down over the matted hair circling her cunt. She kept stabbing at her surrendering twat until the rapture was roaring right up to the coned tips of her swollen breasts.
She grunted and gasped for air as her love-swollen cuntal lips sucked one final time at her withdrawing fingers. Her tight hand came away gently from her satisfied pussy, her fingertips dripping with the warm liquids that had boiled up from the very core of her sexuality.
She lay in a dull coma of contentment for a few moments, then picked up the phone again and held it to her ear.
There was nothing now but a dial tone.
Only then did it occur to her what she had done-what she had allowed Willy to find out about her.
He had discovered that she was masturbating while he talked, that she was actually enjoying what he was doing!
"God," she muttered, thickly, "that was the last thing I wanted him to know!"
She was understandably disgusted with herself, and when she swung her legs off the bed she didn't dare look at herself in the bureau mirror. She didn't want to see her wet and swollen tits like thumbs!
She even wondered if she would be able to face her nephew when he came home later that afternoon!
But later, as she sat in her steaming bath and washed the heated, carnal odors from her body, she couldn't keep back a sly grin at what must have been the expression on Willy's young face as he realized his Aunt Mary was getting her own kicks while he was getting his!
"Serves the little devil right," she whispered to herself. "And why should I be ashamed to face him. He was the one doing all the filthy talking!"
Then, really for the first time, she began to think about all those things he had said. He had gone much farther today. He had said things that would have shocked the ears off of any decent female.
And that made her smile again.
When she was finished with her bath, she dressed carefully, making sure that she wore a blouse that buttoned all the way up to her neck and a skirt that was black and forbidding. And then she went down to the kitchen to prepare dinner for herself and Willy.
She didn't want him to suspect that she knew it was he making those calls, and she knew that she could be just as deceptive as he was.
He had his game, and she had hers!
The roast was just simmering to perfection when she heard the front door open. Despite herself, she felt a guilty little twitch of nervousness as she heard Willy coming down the hall. But she didn't intend to let him bully her into thinking she needed to hide anything.
She walked out into the living room just in time to see him going by.
"The roast is almost done, Willy," she called, brightly.
He whirled and blushed as he looked at her, and she saw him hide something behind his back.
"Oh, hi, Aunt Marry-I'll just be a second. I gotta go to my room first."
He disappeared quickly from sight.
She turned, smiling snidely to herself. She had seen that raw blush of embarrassment on his face, and it pleased her to see that he had some decency left in him. As for what he was trying to hide from her, she'd find out about that soon enough. It was probably a comic book, she told herself, since Willy knew only too well her views on proper reading material. She was always after him to read the classics, and his nose was usually buried in either a comic book or a cheap paperback of fiction.
She was back in the kitchen stirring the gravy when he finally came into view again. He had changed his shirt and combed his hair
-and nobody in the world would have guessed, she mused, that only an hour before such a clean-cut, handsome boy had been saying such filthy things over a telephone.
"Where did you go this afternoon, Willy?" she asked, glancing at him to see if the blush would come rushing back.
But he merely shrugged his shoulders and picked out an olive from the salad dish. "Me and some of the guys went over to the snooker parlor."
"Some of the guys and I" she corrected him. "And do you think that playing snooker expands your brain power?"
He didn't answer but merely leaned against the door jamb slowly chewing the olive.
She had an uncomfortable feeling that he was watching her now. She could almost feel his eyes traveling down her back to her hips and legs. She turned abruptly toward him, but he was gazing innocently up at the ceiling.
Willy wasn't really what one would call a sturdy, well-built boy, she realized again as she took in his full figure. In fact, he was somewhat slight, as if he needed fattening up. But it couldn't be denied that he was handsome with his carelessly boyish mouth, his deep blue eyes, and his tawny blonde hair.
It made her wonder if even at fifteen he didn't have many girls in his class flirting with him, trying to witch a smile or a wink from those cunning young lips and twinkling eyes.
"Are you going to do your homework tonight?" she asked.
He frowned. "Gee, Aunt Mary, I was hoping you'd let me go to the movies with the guys. I mean, Saturday night and all."
"What kind of movie is it?"
"Not one of those X-rated ones," he grinned.
It annoyed her to find herself faintly blushing at the way he said that-and the way he grinned.
"I don't suppose I mind," she said, finally, "as long as you behave yourself like a gentleman."
The truth of the matter was, she couldn't wait for him to leave the house so that she could see what he had sneaked in to hide in his room.
After dinner he helped her with the dishes, and then he was off. She even gave him an extra dollar so that he could treat his friends to Cokes.
She waited at least ten minutes after he had left-to make sure that he wouldn't come barging back-and then she walked very quietly down the hall to his room.
She knew that she had made a tacit agreement with her young nephew that she would never go into his room without permission. But she felt justified in doing anything she pleased with him at this point. All she had to do was to tell his mother what a naughty boy he had been-or threaten to do so-and he would never dare argue about what rights he did or did not have in her house.
It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for in his room.
But it wasn't a comic book.
The magazine she found hidden deep under his jeans and underwear in his bureau was a well-thumbed, smudged example of the most outrageous pornography imaginable. Even though she had never actually seen such a magazine, she knew all about them from her reading-and from the brochures they had at the library to give to parents so as to warn them about illicit smut that might come to them in the mail.
It was one of those trashy magazines from Denmark, this one boldly entitled SCREW MEAT!
And the pictures in it, many of them full, close-up color, showed all manner of sexual intercourse-males and females fucking and sucking like animals.
But the magazine only told her what she already knew.
That sex was the one and only thing on Willy's fifteen-year-old mind!