Chapter 4
The kids were disappointed that Aunt Susan was going to stay for the weekend and deprive them of the opportunity to have the house all to themselves.
Susan, too, was anticipating a boring weekend.
She hadn't wanted to refuse her sister's request that she baby-sit, but the woman expected to be frustrated as hell. She liked to fuck a lot, and she didn't expect to get any prick at all while staying with her sister's kids.
Susan was a delectable lady, not quite as voluptuous as Jane, but with a body that seemed custom made for sex. Her mouth was wide and full, and she had a habit of running her tongue across her moist lower lip in a way that instantly turned men's minds to thoughts of face-fucking.
She wore her dark hair short and curly - so that when a guy looked down at the top of her head while she was sucking his prick, it was easy to think of her tresses as a luxuriant cunt mound while his cock meat sank into her mouth.
Her long, smooth legs seemed to have been designed to wrap around a man's humping haunches, and her pelvis seemed constructed as a fucking platform.
And all that hot, soft flesh was going to be neglected over the weekend of boring babysitting - or so Susan supposed.
Rather annoyed at her herself for agreeing to baby-sit, Susan threw a change of clothing into an overnight bag. She added some very sexy underwear, thinking it was waste - but she didn't have any underwear that weren't sexy.
She selected her favorite dildo, a huge prick realistically fashioned of hard rubber, with a bulging cock-knob and ridges down the underside of the cockstalk. For want of anything better, she figured that she would just have to fuck herself silly with the handy tool.
She put on a knit dress that clung to her curvy, bouncy body - another waste, she thought, with a sigh - and she paused for a moment, wondering if it would be wise to finger-fuck herself before she left.
She decided not to bother. Hand-jobs only took the pressure off her insatiable cunt for a short time. And she knew that she'd be horny all over again by the time she drove the short distance to her sister's home.
She would wait and give her pussy a good hammering with the rubber prick after she got there, she figured.
Susan lived in an apartment building and kept her car in the basement parking area, where a young man named Andy worked as the attendant.
Andy was sitting in his cubicle by the door, looking at the glossy pages of a girlie magazine when Susan walked in, carrying her overnight bag. His eyes snapped up from the magazine.
Susan was a hell of a lot more exciting than any two-dimensional photograph, he thought.
She flashed him a friendly smile as she passed his cubicle, and he watched her with longing. His tongue was hanging out like a panting dog's. Her delectable ass swung provocatively, tantalizing the horny young man.
Susan could feel his eyes on her and she smiled, basking as always in a man's open admiration. When she slid into her car, she made a point of squirming so that the hem of her dress rode up high on her sleek thighs.
Andy gaped, his jaw hanging open and his eyes bulging out like hard-boiled eggs. His balls bulged more than his eyes as the sight registered on his fevered mind, and his big cock gave a mighty lurch. His prick had already been semi-stiff from his looking at the magazine, but now it turned hard as stone as he stared up the vee of Susan's thighs.
Susan leaned down, pretending that she was adjusting the strap of her shoe. Her tits fell forward in her blouse and Andy could see the deep, smooth line of her cleavage.
Then she straightened and continued to sit half out of the car for a moment, giving the youth a good, long look at her crotch. Susan pretended that she was looking in the glove compartment, searching for something, giving herself an excuse to prolong her flashing.
She had never seduced young Andy, and she really didn't intend to at the moment. She just took great pleasure in flaunting her charms and in turning men on by exhibiting herself so flagrantly.
And Andy didn't for a moment expect to be seduced. Such a possibility was beyond his wildest dreams. Andy was an attractive youth, with bluish-green eyes and curly black hair that hung over his collar. But he had no confidence in his ability to deal with women. In fact, he even felt mildly surprised and extremely grateful to the glossy photos in his magazines when those sexy pictures of big tits and gaping pussies allowed him to jerk off on them. He always half expected the pages to snap shut, rejecting him.
'Jeez,' he thought, 'doesn't she know that I can look right up under her fucking dress?'
She seemed totally unaware of his attentions, however - except for a slight smile playing about her sensual mouth. Still rummaging in the glove box, she even drew one knee up.
Andy was gazing right at her crotch!
Susan was wearing a pair of tiny bikini panties, just a mere wispy of silk drawn tightly across her hips in a taut triangle, like a slingshot into which her cunt had been loaded like a missile.
The aroused attendant could see the shadowed outline of her dark, curly cunt bush through the sheer panties and he saw, too, that the narrow crotchband of the bikini had been dragged up into her cunt gash, as if by suction. A few wisps of glossy black pussy hair curled out on either side and the crotchband, itself, was dark and wet with pussy juice.
He had never seen a photo anywhere near as stimulating as that gorgeous reality. Andy began to wheeze and sway around in the booth as his hard-on got so heavy and huge that it was almost throwing him off balance.
His eyes were still bulging out like hard boiled eggs and his brain was becoming egg-like, as well, all scrambled by his tumultuous desire. His stiff prick began to drool pre-cum into his jeans.
He groped down automatically, the motion habitual, and gave his cock and balls a squeeze. It made him gasp and groan.
Andy was in two minds about the situation - wanting the woman to drive off so that he could furiously beat his meat while he remembered that vision of delight, yet also wanting to stare at her spread crotch forever.
His fuck-lust was almost a tangible thing.
Even seated in her car some yards away, Susan could sense the raging heat of the young man's desire.
She glanced at him through lowered eyelashes, her head tilted in a look of speculation.
He was a cute young stud, to be sure. And he obviously yearned for her.
Being wanted always turned Susan on, making her horny and reckless.
His somewhat prominent ears fascinated the lewd lady. If her sexy body seemed designed for fucking, those ears seemed to be fashioned as handles to be used during pussy-lapping.
She considered him for a moment. She figured that she had a long, boring, frustrating weekend ahead of her, and it seemed a shame to pass up the chance of getting fucked before she departed for her sister's home.
And from the way Andy was staring at her, Susan figured that giving him a piece of ass would be an act of charity, giving to a needy cause.
Her smile became impish with lascivious intent. She leaned down to fumble with the strap of her shoe again, then she feigned a sigh of frustration and looked up, all wide eyed like a helpless woman confronted with a physical problem.
"Could you help me, Andy?" she called.
His Adam's apple jumped like a boulder and his jaw dropped. For a moment, he couldn't move. He felt as if he were rooted to the floor of his booth by his huge hard-on, as if the iron-hard rod ran right down his leg, nailing him in place.
"My strap is twisted," Susan explained.
With a great effort, Andy managed to step out from the attendant's booth.
Very much aware of the way that his hard cock was bulging in the front of his jeans, and blushing self-consciously because of it, he began to move towards her. He walked clumsily, his legs practically bowed out around his swollen balls, his stride the rolling gait of a cowboy, even though he was an Eastern boy.
Susan was staring right at his groin as he approached, and it embarrassed the sensitive young man. He knew that she couldn't be openly and immodestly appraising his cock and could only suppose that she was curious as to what made the big bulge, whether he was carrying some wrenches or other mechanic's tools in the front of his jeans.
He lurched up to the car and, stifling a groan, knelt down at her feet. He reached out with fumbling hands and lifted her foot. He frowned, puzzled. The shoe strap didn't seem to be twisted to him.
He unbuckled it without difficulty, supposing that she was a classically helpless woman.
His self-deprecating modesty did not allow Andy to imagine anything else, and it still hadn't dawned on him that Susan might think he was hot stuff.
"Errrr - there you are," he muttered.
"Thank you, Andy. That's much better," she replied.
He glanced up and saw that she was smiling in a strange way. He was totally, confused, blushing and twitching and really ashamed of the way his prick was hammering away. It was lucky for him that she was too innocent to recognize a hard-on, he thought. She would certainly be scandalized, had she known the sordid truth behind that thundering cock-bulge.
A damp patch was spreading out in his crotch as his cockhead bubbled with sticky pre-cum. And his prick felt so heavy now that he wasn't at all sure if he could get back to his feet without assistance.
His naiveté delighted Susan.
Seducing innocent young man was a real treat for her, and she adored cherry boy-cum.
"There's one more thing, Andy. While you're here, there's something else that needs fixing..."
His mouth worked wordlessly and he stared at her like an obedient but confused dog.
"My panties..." she whispered.
Andy gulped, his mind racing wildly. He wondered if he should make a joke of this. He often did that when he was nervous.
"My panties seem to be stuck to my crotch, Andy. Do you think you could pull them loose?"
Now, even Andy began to realize that there was more to this situation than met the eye. This woman was hot!
Susan giggled at the look on his face. She squirmed down to the edge of the, seat and hiked her ass up slightly, her groin thong right before Andy's face.
Andy's cock pounded like a jackhammer and his Adam's apple ran up his neck as if that hammer were ringing a bell. His hands seemed to have a life of their own as they reached out along her naked thighs.
He couldn't believe this was happening. He thought that he must have frigged himself into a blackout and was having a wet dream. That had happened to him a few times.
Hooking his fingers under the elastic band of her panties, he tugged. He saw that she had been telling the truth. The crotchband of those sexy panties was really stuck to her crotch, held there by the suction of her wet cunt. He tugged again, and they came free with a slurp.
Andy, shaking and trembling, drew the panties down her thighs. She wriggled as he tugged them over her hips, then raised a foot, ankle arched, so that he could remove them. He did so blindly, his gaze fixed on her naked cunt.
She raised her other foot. Andy pulled the panties off and dropped them. Susan kept her legs raised, knees slightly bent.
Andy was kneeling right between her gorgeous thighs. He could feel the intense heat of her pussy radiating into his face, as if he were staring into the open doors of a blazing furnace.
"Thank you, Andy," she whispered. "Cunt juice is such sticky stuff, you know - those damned panties were glued to my gash by pussy paste."
Andy was staring up her fuck-hole like a devout worshiper before a fertility symbol. He was very familiar with wet, open pussies, from the spread-beaver shots he constantly studied and jerked off onto. But the reality of a flesh-and-blood cunt steaming right in his face was driving him wild.
Her cuntlips were opened wide and he could see the darker inner pussy-folds, all streaked with pussy cream. Her cunt mound was a tangled mane of bushy black curls. And her open cunt slot as juicing like a creamy waterfall cascading out of a dark forest.
Susan looked down at him, both amused and excited by the way his handsome face was contorted by desire. His eyes were glazed and he was licking his lips, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled the aroma of her heated pussy.
She reached down and grasped him by the ears.
"My pussy is so gooey - would you mind mopping it up for me, Andy, dear?"
Now the young man was certain that he must be dreaming - and he never wanted to awaken.
Susan tugged gently on his ears and his neck arched out as she pulled his face into her crotch. His nose rubbed on her clit and his lips, still closed, brushed around in her soaking cunt slot.
At first, he didn't know what to do. Andy had never eaten out a pussy on the hoof, although he had licked plenty of glossy magazine muffs.
Susan jerked on the edge of the seat, grinding her cunt gash onto his mouth. Still gripping him by the ears, she turned his face around in her groin. Cunt juice coated him from his forehead to his chin as she twisted his head around and wiped her pussy all over his face.
"Lick me, Andy - tongue-fuck my cunt!" she panted.
He scarcely heard her words through the pounding of his own blood in his ears, yet they seemed to galvanize him, snapping the horny young man out of his dazed state and back to the sweet reality of his position.
His tongue came out and slurped through her slippery cunt slot with a long, churning stroke.
"Oooooh !" Susan squealed, jerking against him.
With that first lick, Andy understood just what was required of him, just what he should do and just how to do it.
Despite his innocence, Andy was a born cunt-lapper.
He began to lap her pussy steadily and hungrily, tonguing up her open cuntlips, flicking against her clit, then fucking his lapper as far up into her cunt hole as it would extend.
"Yes-yes ... oh, yes!" she wailed.
His hands slid up her lush flanks and he held her by her hipbones, his fingers splayed around on the cheeks of her jolting ass. He drew her closer, burying his face in her swampy pussy. His tongue darted and stabbed and slurped, dragged through her cunt slot like a spoon and flailed at her clit.
Andy needed no guidance or encouragement now.
Susan released his ears and lay back, arched along the seat, shoving her cunt up into his down-turned face as if she were serving her delectable pussy on a hairy platter.
He had been using only his tongue, at first, but now he started sucking, as well.
Andy's lips were plastered to her fuck-slot like a suction cup do a drain. As he sucked on the hairy rim, he stabbed his lapper into her cunt hole, as it he were French kissing a bearded, slobbery mouth.
Her pussy rippled against his lips and pulled on his lapper, sucking it in.
Andy gasped and gurgled.
Her pussy was so wet that his tongue was nearly floating as it flashed up into her inner cuntal folds, sliding into her pussy like a pliable pink raft in a creamy current.
He saw what she had meant about cunt juice being adhesive, for his lips were almost stuck to her cunt, bonded there by a paste of girl-cum and saliva.
She twisted spasmodically, mopping his mouth with her cunt muff. His curly-haired head turned from side to side like a terrier shaking a rat.
Andy was eating pussy with loud slurps and gasps, eager as a hog at a trough as he swilled up her succulence.
Susan clamped her smooth thighs around his head, holding him in a velvet vise. But then she threw them wide apart again. There was no need whatsoever to hold Andy between her legs - that avid attendant was right where he wanted to be, garaged in her gash, parked in her pussy.
Her clit exploded in his lips and his mouth filled up with foaming girl-cum. He gulped it down greedily and she fed him another savory mouthful.
Her flow was getting thicker and creamier and even more scrumptious as Susan began to rise to the crest. Her cunt was spilling over into his mouth steadily, and the sweet stuff poured down his throat as he swallowed.
She drew one knee up, then the other, as if exercising erotically on Andy's face. He was sucking the cunt cream up like a glutton, but some of it was escaping his lips and running down into the crack of her ass. The car seat was a swampy pool under her haunches.
"Ahhhh - you're creaming me, Andy!" she gasped. "My cunt is melting!"
Andy was well aware of that, as her girl-cum gushed into his hungry maw, thick as molasses now.
His tongue snaked in and spooned out another mouthful. Cunt cream trickled down both sides of his jaw. His ears were flattened back against the sides of his head as he wedged his face tightly between her trembling thighs and sucked away like a vacuum cleaner on her smoldering, dissolving cunt.
Pushing in, he seemed to be trying to jam his whole head up into her pussy, like a scuba diver exploring a submarine cavern.
Susan thrashed about in a wild and wanton waltz, dancing horizontally against his head. The waves kept rushing across her belly and shuddering up her thighs as she creamed again and again.
Andy kept right on mouthing her pussy, turned suck-crazy on her cunt, in a feeding frenzy as he experienced the rapture of having a pussy melt in his mouth.
Drained, Susan slumped back on the car seat.
Andy kept on eating her out to make sure that the feast was finished, coaxing a few last oily drops out as his lapper curled nimbly into her cunt gash.
Then he stopped sucking. But he stayed where he was, stuck to her cunt more firmly than her panties had ever been.
He wondered what was next.
And he soon found out ...