Chapter 8
"What's the matter, Aunt Ann?" Hal asked. He stroked her bare flank with his strong fingers.
Lying in bed facing away from her nephew, Ann stared at the wall of her bedroom. This was her fault. She'd waited with eagerness for Hal to finish his homework, and when he was done she had practically dragged him into her bedroom. They'd left a trail of clothes up the stairs and leading to her door.
When at last both of them were standing naked and eager by Ann's bed, Hal's arms had gone around her lithe body for a passionate embrace and his mouth had sought the tender sweetness of hers. Hal's cock, stiff and eager, poked into the fur of her lower belly.
That suddenly turned Ann off. With a muffled cry she'd torn her mouth from his and turned. She could feel the warmth of his cock, throbbing against her naked flank. Her flesh shrank from the touch.
Surprise, shock, and shame overwhelmed her. Ann slipped from the boy's arms and fell onto the bed. Her lovely mouth was set in a firm line.
Hal lay down behind her, caressing her, and asked what was the matter in a voice heavy with concern.
Ann shuddered. How could she tell him? What would he think if he knew how his aunt had been submitting her luscious body to the greed and desires of Burt and his partners? How could he stand to touch her if he knew that her touch, her kisses, her softly grasping cunt had all been bought and paid for over and over the past two weeks?
But how could she hold it in any longer? The pain and horror of it was overwhelming her. She had to tell someone!
But not Hal! Never Hal.
As if reading her mind, Hal spoke, "There wasn't any teachers' convention last weekend. It's something about that, isn't it?"
Ann shuddered violently. She stuffed her fist into her mouth.
There had been no convention, of course. But she was going to be gone from Friday night till Sunday morning, and she had to explain her absence somehow.
Sue had flown up to a private landing strip near an exclusive Colorado resort town. With her had been another girl, a plump and pretty redhead named Jeanelle. How Burt and Bob and company had gotten Jeanelle hooked into their scheme Ann never found out. But she was sure Ann had been no more willing than she.
The two girls had been hired by a rich businessman to be presents for his son's sixteenth birthday. The boy was shy and backwards, a skinny pimply youth with glasses. His father was worried about his sexual development, didn't want him turning queer at the private boys' school he attended. So Burt's special services had been acquired, and Ann and Jeanelle had been shipped off like mail-order hookers.
The old man needn't have worried. Though his son was still a virgin, he had an extensive collection of pornography. He had a trunk full of the stuff, from paperbacks to the gaudy four-color magazines.
The paces he'd put his two "presents" through that weekend would have exhausted the Happy
Hooker.
First he had the girls strip. Slowly and erotically, fondling each other's bodies as they did so. Ann had never touched another woman's tits before. She didn't want to touch Jeanelle's luscious white melons, even bigger than her own, though not as firm. But she had, and had felt Jeanelle's doughy titflesh tingle with excitement.
And when the red-haired girl's head had dipped down between Ann's naked thighs, the widow had almost passed out. The idea of a woman kissing and sucking on her pussy-that was lesbianism! Then the redhead's skilled lips and tongue had taken over, and she had subsided onto soft waves of pleasure.
Before she was called on to return the favor to Jeanelle, the boy had gotten so turned on he'd stopped the show and dived in himself. He'd had the girls he on a couch facing each other. He tied them together at the waist and then bound their hands together at the wrists, left to right and right to left.
While they kissed each other, the youth got onto the couch and took turns fucking into their cunts. Ann hadn't wanted to kiss Jeanelle's cunt-juice-smeared mouth, but she hadn't had any choice. But the two pairs of tits pinioned nipple to nipple started rolling together as motions of pleasure took over the two naked young bodies. Jeanelle's cunt was ripe and warm against Ann's and the youth's cock was quite delightfully long. It was skinny as
Bob Varman's, but the combination of novel sensations and sizable prick got Ann off to several pounding climaxes.
Next, the two had to suck the boy's cock till it was hard again, and then keep licking and sucking till it shot another wad all over their faces. After they'd licked each other clean, the girls piled into a big bed with the boy and fell asleep.
They'd awakened late in the morning. After breakfast, the fucking started again.
Every combination imaginable with three people was tried out as the young lad put into practice the things he's read about and seen in pictures. Ann had been forced to eat Jeanelle out of course. The overpowering rank odor had almost made her throw up. But she had stuck it out. With the jewel-like node of Jeanelle's clit trapped between her even teeth while her lips sucked and her tongue worked over the tip of the nerve-button, Ann had given the bouncy redhead a wild climax.
Then the kid had fucked Jeanelle up the ass while Ann lapped at her pussy and his balls and prick. When he'd blasted his load till the jizz leaked out the little fisted asshole, she'd had to lick the spent cock clean. Quivering with disgust, she had done so.
Saturday night was spent in one long wild orgy. When it came time to leave Sunday morning, a car came for them. The youth was fast asleep, a smile of content on his pimply face. As the girls left the bedroom, Jeanelle went to the bedside, leaned over, and kissed his sleeping forehead.
"Why'd you do that?" Ann asked in a whisper.
"He was sweet," Jeanelle whispered back. "He was so much better than some."
Ann looked at her in disbelief. The boy hadn't hurt either of them. But Ann hated him. Even when his thrusting spear-like cock was driving her to orgasm she had hated him.
Jeanelle shook her head at Ann's skepticism. "You'll see," was all she said. Her pretty face had a haunted, hopeless look when she said it, and Ann hadn't pressed the subject.
"What's the matter?" Hal asked again, dragging her back to the reality of the moment. "Please tell me, Ann. Maybe I can do something."
Maybe I can do something. The hopelessness of it all overwhelmed her. With a sob Ann turned and buried her face in her nephew's bare chest. For a long time she wept, while the boy held her and whispered soothing words to her.
When at last the widow could talk, the story came out. It came out haltingly, interrupted by fits of wild tears, but it started with Burt's invasion, went through the photographs, her session with Burt and his partners, the times with the customers. "They made me do it," Ann cried. "And I couldn't stop them. Oh, what could I do? What can I do?"
The woman was heartbroken. Hal had stiffened as she told the story, had seemed to draw away as the intimate details of her debasement came out.
He would reject her now. The only person she had in the whole world she could trust, she could share herself with-could make love to, rather than merely fuck. He was disgusted. He would turn her out like a diseased whore.
Slowly, Hal balled a powerful hand into a fist. He's going to hit me! Ann thought wildly. And part of her said, Yes, yes! Beat me, hurt me! But don't turn me away!
With his fist poised in the air, Hal spoke through clenched teeth. "Burt?" he gritted. "Bob? Jack Western? While I've been working at the hangar, they've been doing this to you?"
Dumbly, Ann nodded.
"The widow of the man who started the service, who made it work-they've done this to you?" he said. "Those bastards! Those filthy, stinking, mother-fucking pieces of shit! I'll kill them! I swear to God, I'll kill every last shit-sucking one of them!"
"Don't talk that way!" Ann pleaded. "You can't do anything. If they suspected you knew anything about it, they'd kill you! Oh, I don't want you to be hurt."
Hal gathered his aunt in his arms. "Don't worry," he said in a low voice. "I'll be careful." He sounded very much older than his sixteen years.
Ann hardly heard him. "That's why I backed off tonight," she said in a small voice. "I thought, if you knew, if you only knew, what's been happening to the body you were touching, the lips you were kissing-you'd never want to look at me again!" The words came in a rush that dissolved into tears.
"My God!" Hal gasped. "How can you say that? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you, Aunt Ann! I really do."
"I love you too, Hal," Ann whispered. "You don't know what you've done for me." They clung to each other. Ann drew strength from her nephew.
There was nothing he could do, of course. But he cared. Oh, he cared! And that was all that really mattered.
"Hal," the woman said at last.
"Yes?"
"Take me," she asked quietly, her voice throaty with passion. "Fuck me! Stuff your big cock into my pussy, drive it into me, make me forget everything but fucking you."
With a grunt of assent Hal crushed her in his arms. His instantly rigid cock poked into the softness of her belly. "Wait," Ann said, holding him off.
"What for?" he grunted.
"I-I want you to . . . hurt me," she said, keeping her eyes from his. "You've got to hurt me. You've got to punish me."
"What?" the boy asked. "What do you-why?"
"Don't ask," Ann said, putting a finger on his lips. "Just do it. I need you. I need your cock inside me. But I need you to punish me. Now!"
"Ann, you're crazy," Hal said. He brought up a hand to stroke her cheek. "You know I can't -eeeey owtch!"
Ann sank her teeth into his hand.
Hal jerked the wounded hand away and before he could stop himself, slapped his aunt across the face. She rolled back with her legs flying up in the air.
"Oh, Christ!" Hal moaned. "I'm sorry, Aunt Ann. I didn't mean to hit you!" He tried to put his arms around her. She backed away from him.
The youth found his arms around her hips and his face pressed into the crack of her upturned ass. Unwilling to let the opportunity go by he squeezed his mouth to the dainty pucker of her asshole and started teasing his tongue into his aunt's butt.
Ann writhed with sensuous delight as her nephew ate her asshole. Then she kicked him solidly in the gut with her heel.
Hal fell back with an explosive 'oof.'
"Goddamn you!" he yelled when he got his breath back. "I'll get you for that!"
The woman's laugh was mocking and musical as she sprang from the bed and raced away.
In a great tiger-like leap, Hal was on top of her. He brought the woman down on the carpet two feet from the door. She fought like a bitch wolf, kicking and scratching.
Hal struggled to his feet. His arms were full of wildly battling, long-limbed gloriously nude woman. He had almost forgotten how strong she no
Her body glowed with a sheen of sweat in the moonlight. Hal got to his feet and tucked her under his arm. She elbowed him in the kidneys.
"Shit!" he yelled, headed for the bed. "You want punishment, I'll give you punishment!"
Hal didn't need to see his aunt's face to know she was wearing a happy expression. He was getting into the spirit of things, too. His surge of rage at getting bitten and kicked had subsided. But now the idea of playing along with his Aunt Ann's kinky little game was turning him on.
Ann was still fighting when he got to the bed. Holding her as tightly against him as he could with one arm, Hal put a foot on the bed and tore a long strip from the top sheet.
"Hold still, damn you!" he yelled as a heel got him in the shin. "When I get finished with you, you'll eat standing up for a week!"
Ann giggled. She managed to work her arms behind her back. He pushed her forward onto her knees on the bed then, while he clumsily lashed her wrists together with the strip of sheet.
"There," he said, stepping back. "Now I'm going to fuck you till your pretty eyes are crossed, dear darling aunt."
In reply she kicked him in the shins.
Bellowing like a bull, her nephew threw himself on top of her. His weight bore her down. His cock jabbed into her like a policeman's billy club as he lore off another strip and tied her slender ankles together.
That finished, Hal sat on the edge of the bed. With one hand he dragged the nude, bound figure of his aunt across his lap. His big stiff dick bent sideways, fitted between her lush boobs. Her turgid nipples dug into his thigh and crotch.
He delivered a stinging swat with an open palm to the top of her buttocks. "Not good enough," he said. He pulled her farther across his lap, till he felt the rasp of her cunt hair on his eager dick. "That's better. Get ready for one hell of a spanking!"
Ann could barely restrain a squeal of delighted anticipation. Hal swung a mighty stroke. His palm met her ass cheeks with a resounding slap. Ann squeaked and bounced.
A red palm-print burned on the snowy mounds of her butt. Whack! Hal hit her again. And again!
A stinging hailstorm of blows fell on Ann's ass. At every impact of hand with ass, Hal felt the excitement growing in his quivering cock. What a trip! He had never imagined he could get off so much on spanking a woman. Especially his aunt!
If there was any doubt in his mind she was digging it too, it didn't last long. His nostrils were quickly filled with the delicious, unmistakable odor of aroused cunt. And the steaming juices of Ann's lust flowed in a steady stream from the gaping gash of her cunt and poured over her nephew's lap.
"Oh! Ow! Ouch!" Ann shrieked in time to the paddling. "HARDER!"
Grinning and sweating, Hal obeyed. He hit her upturned butt harder and faster till the sound of the spanking was like a flag whipping against a flagpole in a high wind.
Hal's arm was trembling with exhaustion when Ann called out, "I'm coming! AAAIIIEEEEH!"The delicious fire in her ass lit the fuse to a keg of dynamite buried in her cunt, and it blew her whole being into a billion shreds of color.
When Ann's orgasmic thrashing and twisting died down, Hal quit spanking her. "Whew," he breathed. "That's work."
"What are you stopping for?" Ann demanded in a husky voice. "Don't quit! Keep it up, damn you!"
"Fuck you," Hal told her. "In fact, I will!"
Hal was exhausted from battling with and spanking his aunt. But he was horny as hell! He picked his aunt up off his lap as if she were a toy, sat her up, and let her down onto his lap.
"What are you doing?" she demanded. "How dare you-aaaaaahhhhhh!" Her words gave way to a prolonged moan of pleasure as the tip of Hal's cock parted the petals of her pussy and slid inside her.
As always, Hal's prick felt as if it were ripping her apart as it went in. It was so big, so fat and hard and juicy. It filled her oily, tight pussy to overflowing. And it was good!
For Hal, slipping his cock into Ann's cunt was like pulling a rubber glove full of vaseline over his cock. But no glove was ever that hot and no glove ever slithered around the length of his prod with the lewd vitality of his aunt's cunt.
With her ankles tied and her thighs pressed together, Ann's cunt was even tighter than usual. Hal grunted in surprise at the unbelievable pressure surrounding his cock. He wondered for an instant if he hadn't fucked into his aunt's ass by accident. But no ass was ever that slick, slippery, or wet!
The cone-shaped head of Hal's cock pushed apart the elastic walls of Ann's greedy pussy. Lust and joy welled out from her rapidly filling cunt. When half of Hal's cock had disappeared into the furry triangle beneath her belly she bit her lip, sighed, and undulated the rest of the way over his cock like an erotic serpent.
Hal's muscles contracted with a jerk as Ann's cuntlips flowed out to kiss the fur at the base of his cock. It was a wet, juicy, cool kiss, and the cunt drooled hungrily into the boy's lap.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Ann said. She pushed down with her thighs, lifting herself off that magnificent rampant prick.
Her nephew put one hand around her shoulders while the other cupped a dangling boob. "That's it, big boy," Ann murmured. "Do it to me!"
The little red nubbin of her nipple peeked out between two of Hal's fingers. He squeezed it between them. Ann moaned and rolled her hips around and around Hal's cock. "Oh, man," Hal groaned, "that's sooo nice! What a pussy!"
"If you like it so much," Ann said, "then fuck the hell out of it!"
Hal did what his aunt told him to. While one brown hand rolled a snowy boob around and around, crushing the nipple back into its billowy cushion of titflesh, then taking it and twisting it with his fingers till hot knives of delight stabbed into her chest.
Ann's cunt completely surrounded Hal's prick. She was slithering up and down the length of the cock, letting it fill her to capacity and then suck her guts out as it slid from her grasping twat.
The two turned their faces towards each other and their mouths met in a lingering kiss. Hal's hand gave his aunt's lovely tit all the attention it deserved while his other arm rammed the auburn-haired widow ever harder up and down on the meaty pole of his prick.
Faster and faster they fucked. With her arms tied behind her back Ann's ripe boobs thrust out and up proudly, begging for the attention Hal was lavishing on them. With her tapering lovely legs tied at the ankles, her pussy was constricted to fantastic tightness around Hal's straining, pulsing prod.
Soon Hal was doing all the work himself. His triceps bulged as he fucked his aunt harder and faster, pumping the cunt juice from her sopping cunt in a shimmering spray.
An orgasm was heading for Ann, and she knew it. Hal's roughness had brought her the release from guilt that she needed. Hal's fucking had brought her release from the feeling of hopelessness that haunted her.
Hal was close to coming, too. Ann could feel it in his ragged breathing, in the feverish way his hand roved over her tingling tit, in the frenzied fury of his fucking as he hammered her down and dragged her up off his cock.
She could feel it in the burning, throbbing, incredibly vital cock that pulsated in the tight channel of her cunt!
"Oh, come in me, Hal," Ann begged. "Let me feel your come fill me up. Let me feel it flood out of my pussy like warm sweet cream!"
"Get ready!" was all Hal said.
His hairy ass shot off the bed in a series of powerful bounds, shoving his cock impossibly far into her cunt at every stroke. Ann buried her head in his neck, her long hair streaming down his back.
"Hurry! Hurry! I'm about to.. . coooooommmmmmmmme!"
The sudden spasmodic contraction of her cunt as climax hit her crushed Hal's deeply buried cock in an erotic vise. His lusting, naked, tied-up aunt suddenly found her wish fulfilled! He came off in her pussy, the head of his cock exploding in a torrent of creamy jizz that boiled into her womb and washed back down his prick and the slimy cunt. The steaming cum flooded from the blood-gorged lips of Ann's pussy like lava.
Hal's muscles stood out in bold relief. He squeezed Ann's tit. His soul flowed into his aunt's cunt with his jism.
When it was over, Ann lay on the bed beside him. Her wrists and ankles were still bound by the sheets. Strangely, that reassured her. Another time, it would have disturbed her that this should be so. Not now.
She was where she wanted to be. Hal's arm was warm and masculine around her. Her cunt pulsed softly with the afterglow of her climax. She could smell its satisfaction and the tang of the jizz that still leaked from its gaping lips.
Ann was happy. For now.