Chapter 3
Hal's eyes bulged again with disbelief as his lustful aunt slithered up him like a serpent. I or the second time that evening her tongue invaded his mouth tor a soul-searing kiss. Her whole warm weight crushed him. He was a tall youth, just under six feet, and she was an inch or less shorter than he was. And lor the first time ever, he realized fully just what a hell of a lot of woman his aunt was!
The sly taste of Ann's tongue was mixed with a sharp and unfamiliar tang Hal quickly recognized as his own cum. His stomach recoiled slightly, but the woman's hands were already at work on him again, distracting him from his momentary revulsion.
That was something else new for Hal. Whenever Janice or one of his other girls had given him a blow-job, they had not swallowed his jizz, but had hurried to spit it out and wash their mouths. It had hurt his feelings some, but they had hinted that while good girls sucked cock, they sure didn't swallow cum or put up with it any longer than necessary. But his aunt had swallowed it like wine and demanded more! Hal felt ten feet tall, and his cock was stiffening again.
Ann moved her mouth, licked a line along his cheek back to his ear. "Oh, you're sooooo good, my darling nephew," she purred. "Your cum tastes nice. Let's see if you can get that big prick of yours hard again, Hal, dear."
Just the thought of his aunt saying a thing like that would have given Hal a hard-on even if she hadn't been playing with his cock and blowing in his ear. He had never fully realized how much he had desired his aunt in the past. In fact, now that he thought of it, he had jerked off any number of times, lying in bed and thinking about the treasures Aunt Ann had hidden under her clothes.
Ann sat up. Her tits bobbled in the air. Her nipples were small but stuck out fairly far, wine-dark fingers of sensitive titflesh. The globes of her jugs moved and jiggled constantly to her breathing and the slight motions of her body.
"You like what you see, Hal?" Ann asked in a rough whisper. "I think you're beautiful. I hope I'm not too old and withered for you."
Ann lifted her hands and cupped her boobs. She pressed them back against her rib cage, feeling the hard heat of her aroused nipples. Then she slid her hands under the large globes and lifted them. Moonlight gleamed on their white tops, exposed by the low-cut nightgown.
"I know my breasts are big and floppy-not as firm as that Janice's, anyway. But with her you stayed hard after you came. Can you get hard again now for your old aunt?"
Hal goggled. "Yes, I saw you with the blonde girl this afternoon. She's a beautiful girl. But when I saw that, I knew what I'd been missing since-since your uncle died. I wanted some of you for myself, Hal. I know I'm greedy, and I know I'm taking advantage of you. But I hope I can make it up to you."
Her nephew still couldn't say anything. Ann reached down and pulled the hem of her nightie out from under her crotch. She sat astride Hal's hard belly, and he felt her wet pussy lips brush his skin with a cool touch.
Ann began to churn her hips, smearing her wet cunt all over Hal's stomach. An animal groan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Wow," Hal breathed. He could smell her twat. Its lewd odor turned him on more.
Ann started scooting slowly up Hal's body, rubbing her pussy over his flesh. He watched the interplay of light and shadows on her body as it moved beneath the nightgown. She was fingering her tits. She had her head back, and it was as if she was alone in the world. But her open pussy was leaving a trail of oil on his chest now. Her crotch was in shadow, but it was getting closer and closer.
Hal's mouth watered in anticipation. He had a feeling sucking his aunt's pussy was going to be as much of a turn-on for him as for her.
Then the woman was astride his throat. Ann jacked her hips back and forth several times. He felt the delicate pussy lips splay out and daub his neck with cunt sauce. How could one woman be so sexy? Hal thought he'd die.
The black nightie had ridden up Ann's hips. She ground her pussy mound against his chin as he gazed up at the big tits looming over him. Then her cunt was suddenly thrust at his face. His chin was engulfed in oily warmth. The scent of pussy was strong in his nostrils. Ann sighed and rolled her hips.
Fascinated, Hal watched his aunt fuck herself on his chin. He could see all of her bush now, she was pulling up the hem of her nightie so it wouldn't get in the way. His eyes were fixed on her gaping twat.
The lips of her cunt surrounded the tip of his chin. He felt pussy juice trickling down his neck. Ann's clit was sticking out from its little hood of flesh, just inches away from Hal's nose. He could have stuck out his tongue and touched it. But something restrained him. He wanted to see what his aunt would do next.
He found out soon. Her cunt flowed up over his chin and instantly his mouth was covered in a dripping wet, steaming hot, unbelievably erotic embrace. Her cunt lips seemed to suck his lips in while their scent poured up his nostrils, thick as oil. He opened his mouth to return the kiss as best he could.
"Yes, yes!" cried Ann as his tongue poked out timidly. Her educated cunt muscles seized it and sucked it into her. Hal grabbed her firm ass and hung on. His teeth were crushing her clitoris. Ann was writhing her body around on the spear of his tongue and fucking it as if it were a cock.
Her hips began to jerk back and forth. His tongue slipped out of her cunt and began to lick at the opening of her pink gash. His eyes were glued on her bush and her pussy hair tickled his nose.
Ann reached behind her and grabbed his cock. He jumped, exclaiming something into the mouthful of pussy, making Ann twist with delight.
Suddenly the sopping, slithering paradise of cunt was lifted from his mouth. Ann raised herself up and looked down at him. He stared up at her, still tasting her cunt.
"That was good, Hal," she said. "But I don't want my pussy lapped just now. I hope we'll have plenty of time to do that later. I want something else from you now."
"A-anything," Hal choked out.
"Good," nodded Ann. "Your old aunt knows best."
She scooted back down till she was straddling his crotch. His stiff prick tried to stretch an extra several inches to bury itself in that delicious cunt. Oil oozed from the slightly-parted cunt lips and dripped onto the red head of Hal's cock.
Ann reached down and took the cock in hand. She turned it every which way, examining it. "That's a beautiful prick you have, Hal," she said.
"Thank you," her nephew said in a small voice.
Ann tilted her hips. Hal looked down to see her pussy gaping. The inner pussy lips pushed against the base of his prick and spread apart. His cock trembled with eagerness.
The fat length of cock felt as good to Ann's cunt as it had to her mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth so that her opened slit slid up and down lengthwise on Hal's prick. Even having a cock near her pussy after all this time was about to drive her crazy, but she kept control.
Ann let her weight down, trapping the cock between her cunt and Hal's belly. She pumped up and down on his cock, getting her oils all over it. Her hair was in her eyes and she tossed her head, then glanced out the open window over her shoulder. A slight spring breeze was coming in, warm winds caressing her like a lover.
She could see the darkened windows of the house across the street. Too bad nobody was living there now. What a hell of a show they'd be having in the moonlight!
Ann lifted herself, let the cock back up and took hold of it again. She slid her slit all the way up to the tip of his prick. Then she steered his prickhead into her cunt. Ann could feel Hal tense, and he pushed up with his hips to bury his cock balls-deep in her seething twat.
A restraining hand on his stomach stopped him. "No, darling," Ann said, still stirring the cockhead around in her pussy. "I want something special from you. I don't know if you've ever done it before. Would you like to try something new?"
Dumbly, Hal nodded. He was completely in his aunt's power. If she'd asked him, he would have stuck his dick into the garbage disposal. His chest was heaving with passion. His balls were aching from frustration. What could she have in mind?
In a minute he found out. She dropped to the bed beside him and pulled him on top of her. She kissed him again. Again her skill made his head reel. The tip of his prick poked into her crotch,, seeking the depths of her pussy.
Ann grabbed hold of his cock. Those unbelievably long, slender white legs went around his waist. She drew her knees up, way up, till they were almost level with his shoulders.
"Hey, that's too far!" Hal protested. "I can't get-I can't get, uh, into your cunt." He blushed as he said it. He knew it was silly, after his aunt had just given him the blow-job of his life and then shoved her cunt in his face to be lapped, but there it was. Hal was embarrassed.
Ann's laugh was low and musical. "That's the idea, silly," she cooed. "I can always get that big cock up my pussy. I want it up my ass."
Hal sucked in his breath. In her ass? He had dreamed about it. He'd always wanted to try it. He'd even gotten a start on it with Janice one afternoon. But she had screamed and pulled away just as he'd gotten the tip of his prick up her butt, and she'd never let him try it again.
Now his very own aunt was gently guiding the well-lubricated tip of his cock to her asshole.
The tiny opening of Ann's asshole gave way readily to Hal's cock. He'd had to strain to get Janice's asshole open even though she said she was relaxing. Ann's butthole simply opened and let him in. Before he knew it, Hal had the tip of his prick inside the tightest hole he'd ever felt!
Ann smiled lewdly at him. "There," she said, her voice ragged with lust. "That's where I want you. Now, big boy, fuck the living shit out of me!"
Ann slipped her hands under her knees and locked them that way, around Hal's strong body. He looked down at her for a long moment. His aunt shut her eyes and parted her lips.
Hal slid his hands under her ass. The globes of her cheeks were smooth and rubbery and cool to the touch. He took a deep breath and did as she told him.
At first Hal had to strain to make any progress. Then Ann's asshole relaxed and he shot into her butt like an arrow. In no time at all he was in her almost to the hilt.
For a frozen moment, Hal stayed that way. His whole prick was being crushed in a dry, red-hot vise. Ann's lovely face was twisted with agony. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.
The tip of her tongue snaked out and wet her full lips. Then she looked into Hal's eyes. "Well," Ann asked. "What are you waiting for?"
Hal lifted himself. It was hard. It was like bicycling uphill into a hard wind. It was also like having his cock stuck in a vacuum cleaner. The circular muscle of Ann's asshole clamped hard on his cock, and the muscles of her bowels and belly squeezed its entire length. It was as if he would never be able to get his cock free of his aunt's asshole. It felt as though his guts were being sucked out the pinhole in the end of his prick.
Fire burned in Ann's ass. Hal hadn't been wrong when he'd read pain in her expression, but he had missed the ecstatic pleasure there. Somehow the unnatural pain of a big cock stretching her asshole gave a delicious edge to the pleasure Ann got. The harder her ass was fucked, the more it hurt and the more it felt good. Maybe that made her a masochist. But as she tasted the sweet pain of Hal's prick being dragged torturously out of her asshole, Ann couldn't have cared less.
At last only Hal's prickhead remained caught in his lustful aunt's ass. He felt her belly suck in as she tightened her muscles. It felt like a loop of wire closing just behind the flaring head of his prick. He took a breath of air and drove into her.
In seconds Hal was fucking his aunt's ass as furiously as he'd fucked Janice that afternoon. As furiously as he'd fucked Ann's face not half an hour before. Ann's fingers unlocked from each other and dug deep into his back. The sharp nails almost broke the skin, but Hal was beyond caring.
The boy had never known such exquisite pressure on his young cock. Each powerful stroke of fucking took all his strength. But he was rewarded incredibly for his effort. Even with the coating of cunt juice his cock was sanded mercilessly by the dryness of Ann's rectum. He felt sure the skin was being rubbed off his prick. Or that it was being charred to a cinder by the blast-furnace heat of his aunt's asshole. But he didn't care! It felt so good it didn't matter.
Beneath him, Ann tossed and thrashed in a delirium of delight. This was what she loved. To have her ass crammed full of cockmeat! She could feel another climax building in her nephew. She knew he'd never fucked ass before, knew what her tight shitter was doing to him. In seconds he'd spray another full load of cum into her.
And Ann was ready! Hal kissed her neck feverishly as she tossed her head and cried out.
"Fuck me, Hal! Fuck my butt good. Oh, it's huge! It's so biiiiiig! It's too big! It hurts! Oh, you're tearing me apart. You're tearing me apart!"
Her voice rose to an incoherent scream. Hal buried his face in the pillow under her head. "Eeeeyyyaaahhhh!" his aunt howled. "God! I'm Coming!"
Ann's furious orgasm clamped her ass around the bar of his prick a million times harder than before. He fucked into her with one mighty stroke and then lay that way, shuddering uncontrollably, while his cock fountained jism up the woman's ass.
Two minds blanked out. Two bodies fused together in a forbidden union. Hal and Ann came, and came together.
Across the street, in a second-story window of an abandoned house, a photographer operated his power zoom. It was part of his modern camera equipment. It enabled him to get right up in there, as though the camera were only inches away from where the youth's thick cock disappeared in his aunt's asshole.
The photographer snapped a picture. Good. Then as he watched, white liquid bubbled up around the buried cockshaft. With the woman's legs practically around the kid's neck, the camera could get right between them and record just exactly how Hal's cum was overflowing Ann's asshole.
Jizz surged out. It dribbled down Ann's ass-cheek onto the sheets as the unseen watcher across the street snapped his shutter.
He had some damn good pictures, he was thinking. And he knew just what to do with them.