Chapter 11
The first week of Aunt Jane's stay with her nephews and niece passed quickly and smoothly-at least, for Rory and Skip. For Aunt Jane and Carla, the week passed much more slowly. The two women were kept naked and leashed, like a pair of dogs. They were kept busy, cleaning up after the boys, cooking meals for the boys, and pleasuring the boys in any way the boys demanded. The women both resented and enjoyed being treated like slaves, like pets, like fuck machines. They resented it when they weren't horny and loved it when their pussies were itching. The women realized that they were slaves not only to the boys, but to their own in-sistent female sex-drives. As the days passed, the women spent more and more of their time in heat, and by the end of the week they found themselves in a state of perpetual sexual excite-ment. They were sucking pussy or masturbating whenever Rory and Skip weren't around to use them.
Yet strangely, Rory and Skip started spending more time away from home during the second week of Aunt Jane's stay. The fact was that slave-driving the two women and keeping them pumped full of cum was wearing them both out. They were screwing those bitches so often that they were beginning to wonder who were the slaves and who were the masters. The women's fuckholes sucked like vacuum cleaners, vacuum-ing the cum and the strength out of the helpless-ly rutting boys. The sight of the bound or leashed naked women never failed to excite the boys, never failed to tease a load out of them- one way or another. It didn't help much to fist-fuck the bitches, or to ram zucchinis or carrots up their assholes, or to force them to suck off each other-because whatever happened, it
always excited the boys to orgasm one way or another, and the boys' lower backs were start-ing to ache with fatigue. They were feeling all fucked-out.
"What're we gonna do with `em?" Rory said one day as he and Skip were lying under a tree in the park. He sniffed his hand, getting a strong whiff of cunt.
"Maybe we oughta let `em go," Skip said. "We can't," Rory said. "There's no telling what they'll do. They might run to the cops or something."
"Well, what're we gonnado when the folks get back?"
"I don't know," Rory said. "Christ, I almost forgot about them. Christ!"
"Where've you turkeys been?" Their friend Tommy walked up and flopped down next to them. "Haven't seen you around in awhile. You shoulda seen the mink me and Rick got our cocks into last week. You'd a blown your nuts in your pants."
"That's what you think!" Skip said. "Hell, me and Rory-"
"Shut up, bozo!" Rory gave Skip a rap on the arm.
"But-" Skip said.
"Just shut up about it!" said Rory.
"Hey, what's going on?" Tommy said, smil-ing suspiciously.
"Nothing," said Rory. The last thing he and Skip needed was for wind of this thing with Carla and' Aunt Jane to get out.
"What've you two horny jackrabbits been humping on?" Tommy said. "Come on, you can tell me."
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Rory said.
"Aw fuck, you're just making it all up," said Tommy. "Too bad you missed out on the bitch me and Rick stuck. She was one hot nympho."
A few minutes later, Rory and Skip knew all about the bitch Tommy and Rick had screwed, and their cocks were throbbing in their jeans. Once their cocks got throbbing, they lost all common sense, and within a few more minutes, Tommy knew all about Carla and Aunt Jane. Tommy didn't believe a word of it, so Rory and Skip took him along home so he could see for himself.
When Tommy walked into the basement and saw Carla and Aunt Jane bound together in a sixty-nine position and sucking pussy like two sows at a feeding trough, his teenage prick near-ly ripped open his jeans. He rammed his cock up Carla's ass the moment he'd freed it from his pants. Within a minute he was squirting his hot jism up Carla's ass and Carla was squeal-ing with excitement.
Skip and Rory looked at each other. Each boy read the other's mind. They left Tommy with Carla and Aunt Jane and went out to round up more of their friends. Rory had changed his mind about keeping Aunt Jane and Carla a secret.
Jane was stretched out on her back on the weightlifting bench. The basement reeked of sweaty teenage males, naked animals whose hairy balls were brewing spunk and more spunk. Jane was spread eagled, her wrists and ankles gripped by strong hands. Her own hands were wrapped around big, veiny cocks. Cocks rubbed against her feet and toes. A cock plunged in and out of her cunt. A cock rippled between her lips and snaked in and out of her throat. Her stomach was full of fluid-cum and male piss. She had no idea how many boys were in the basement-maybe a dozen, maybe fifty. Boys arrived and boys left. Jane saw only naked muscles, cocks and balls, and hairy assholes. They came at her like wolves, like a herd of rut-crazy billgoats, like a swarm of snakes. And they used her, in every way possible, for their male pleasure.
"Ahhhhh! Awwww yeahhhhh!" The boy ramming her cunt ejaculated deep inside her, his prick flexing powerfully as it ejected spurt after spurt of cum. Jane didn't know how many times this boy had emptied his balls into her- maybe once, maybe a dozen times. All the boys looked the same to her, all their cocks identical. They all grunted like bulls when they fucked and ejaculated. They arrived at the house, used her or Carla for their pleasure as many times as they wanted to, then left the house, possibly to return a few hours later, or the next day-whenever their balls had recharged.
As the boy fucking into her cunt hauled his prick out of her quivering fuckhole, a cock shot off in her right hand and sticky cum pelted her right arm. She gripped the bucking prick tight, jerking on it, milking the cum out of it. In her mouth, the prick she was sucking went off and she guzzled cum as fast as the grunting youth could spurt it. The cock in her left hand started shooting, then the cock rubbing against her left foot. As the boys moaned with pleasure, they shot their hot jizz all over Jane's body. She was drowning in the hot male fluid, guzzling it down like a hungry sow. Then the piss started to flow, gushing down on her like hot rain, running down her throat. A new boy rammed his cock up her crotch and pissed into her as he began to screw. Jane came as the hot piss flooded her womb, as the hot cock rubbed against her fat, stubby clit.
The boys knew she was coming and sudden-ly a prick went off against her other foot, and an excited boy stepped up and jerked off all over Jane's face. Another boy stepped up and pissed on her tits. Jane's orgasm was fierce, shaking her entire body, making her asshole and cunt clutch and quiver. Before she was done spasm-ing, the boy fucking her as he pissed into her cunt was shooting his cum up her crotch and gibbering as if in pain. Jane smiled around the cock in her mouth, piss bubbling out and leak-ing down her cheeks.
"Drink it, damn you!" growled the boy piss-ing down Jane's throat, and she swallowed obediently.
A boy moved between her legs as the boy who had been fucking her stepped away. He lifted her legs, forcing them to her fits, then stuffed his cock up her asshole. Jane groaned, tingles and heat flooding her loins. Of all the things they did to her, this was her favorite-a hot cock up the ass.
"Tight!" the rutting youth grunted. "Fuck-ing tight ass!"
Jane almost burst into hysterical laugher. The moron thought she was tight. How could she be tight after ten days in a row of being raped up the asshole repeatedly-not only by hard cock, but by zucchinis and fists. One boy had managed to get the fat end of a baseball bat up her asshole. Several times she'd had a foot in-side her. She couldn't imagine her asshole be-ing tight anymore, but the boy buggering her now was humping and gasping as if her asshole were skinning his prick alive. He came before Jane had the chance to appreciate his hard cock, grunting as he added his slimy load to the dozens of other loads that had been shot into her asshole that day.
When he got done coming, he pissed into her, and again, Jane almost laughed. She was a sewer, a toilet, a fuck-machine-and she loved it, she was addicted to being used. When the boys went home and left her alone with Carla, she craved more sex, more hard cock, more rough treatment. Neither she nor Carla had any thoughts of escape from the basement in which they were locked. They wore their dog collars and leashes and crawled on their hands and knees, sucking the piss and cum out of each other as they gave each other blowjobs.
As Jane lay on the weightlifting bench, get-ting an assfull of hot piss and gasping as new boys moved in to use her for whatever kinky pleasure they wanted, Carla was being dragged around the basement on her hands and knees like a bitch dog. Boys who had been itching to get their cocks into Carla's teasing little ass for years were finally getting their revenge for all the times she'd made him suffer.
Boys slapped Carla's ass and nudged her tits with their toes. They made her crouch down and lap up puddles of piss, or suck up gobs of cum. They rubbed their dirty toes in cum and smeared their toes on her face, then made her suck them clean. One boy squatted down in front of Carla and rubbed his ass in her face, ordering her to lick him out. As her tongue wriggled inside him and he beat himself off, he farted in her face. Then he turned around and pumped his load down her throat. Carla sucked his bucking cock and guzzled down his cum. Meanwhile, a boy got down behind her and drove his cock up her asshole.
Boys got down on both sides of Carla and started sucking her big juicy tits. Another boy got down in front of her and made her suck out his asshole. The tit-sucking and ass-fucking drove Carla to an orgasm in seconds, and she moaned into the asshole she was licking out as her body shuddered with spasms. Cum started shooting up her asshole. Piss rained down on her from boys standing nearby. Suddenly, she found herself released and rolled over onto her back on the concrete.
Two boys spread her legs to a full split, holding her legs at the ankles. Boys grabbed her hands and made her grab their cocks. One boy straddled her and sat on her face, rubbing his dirty ass and balls in her mouth and forcing her to suck them. A boy stood between her legs and started working his toes between her swollen, throbbing cuntlips. Soon all his toes were inside her and the rest of his foot slid in easily, sucked in by her hungry crotch. He twisted his foot in her cunt, moaning and beating off excitedly.
Carla was too delirious to think. All she could do was react, respond like an animal. She knew something bigger than a cock was inside her, but whether it was a hand or a foot, she couldn't tell. She could feel the wiggling of either fingers or toes inside her, could feel nails gouging her sensitive fuck-tissues and driving intense sensa-tion through her loins. Her clit squirmed against the hand or foot as it slid in and out. Some boys got down and started sucking her tits, and she came instantly.
"She's coming again, for christsake!" boys muttered, watching the writhing teenage girl.
She was a sight to see, her loins humping, fucking the foot buried up her crotch, her pink toes curling hard, her vibrating hands jeking off two big cocks that ejaculated one after the other and bubbled cum all over her hands and fore-arms. She was sucking on some hairy balls, nuzzling a hairy asshole, and her hard nipples were squirming in two hot mouths.
And she felt so good!
She'd never imagined that sexual pleasure could be so intense and overwhelming as she was learning it could be at the hands and feet and cocks of her brothers and their filthy friends. She'd never imagined that being held in bon-dage and used for whatever kinky acts the boys demanded of her could result in such mind-blowing ecstasy for herself, as well as for them.
The boy whose ass and balls she was sucking slid back and jerked off all over Carla's face and in her open mouth. The boy who was foot- fucking her pulled his foot out of her clutching cunt and dropped down between her legs, replacing his foot with his cock. After a half- dozen quick thrusts, he was pumping hot cum up her crotch. When he finished coming, he stood over her again and shoved his filthy toes in her mouth, making her suck them clean. The toes tasted of her cunt, and of the cum and piss that had been shot into her. Carla munched the dirty toes hungrily as the boy standing over her washed the cum off her face with his piss.
A short while later, Jane and Carla found themselves hanging by their arms from the floor joists overhead. Two boys stepped up with leather belts and gave the women some strap-ping, cracking the belts across their bellies and backs and asses. The women jerked and writhed, vomiting curses and spitting at the boys gathered around them like savages. Cum and piss ran from the cunts and assholes of the two women, and some of the piss running out of them was their own. Hot piss dripped from the tips of their toes.
The boys dropped the belts and started grind-ing fingers into the women's crotches. Soon their hands were buried inside two hot pussies. Two other boys twisted fingers up the women's assholes, getting their entire hands in easily and making fists. Four fists and arms slid in and out, fist-fucking two cunts and two assholes. The fists moved slowly, twisting, probing. Hard clits rubbed against hairy forearms. Carla and Jane writhed, their eyes rolling, their toes working madly. A few dozen boys stood watching the women getting fist-fucked, their muscular hands hauling on their ever-horny cocks. Cum started shooting. Before three boys had unloaded, Carla and Jane were howling with intense orgasms. Fists ground inside their quivering bodies until they'd stopped jerking. The two ex-hausted women were cut down, and cum and piss rained down on them until they were drowning in it. The women kissed each other and laughed dementedly.
The day before their folks got back from the trip, Rory and Skip put Carla and Aunt Jane to work cleaning up the house. The boys super-vised, standing over the naked women with leather belts. It took the women the entire morning to clean up the basement, even though Rory and Skip pushed them hard, letting the belts fall freely and often. As the women were on their hands and knees, scrubbing the con-crete floor with hot, sudsy water, the boys oc-cupied themselves by fucking the asses or cunts of the hard-working women. They shot only cum into the women, not wanting to get the floor anymore pissy-smelling than it already was. Two quarts of Pine Sol masked the piss smell somewhat, but the basement still smelled like a barn. The women scrubbed and scrubbed, then scrubbed some more.
The women spent the afternoon cleaning up the rest of the house, making it shine .as it had never shone before. Rory and Skip spent most of the afternoon lounging around and napping, worn out from all the slave-driving and fuck-ing they'd done during the morning. Their nap-ping was disturbed often by the ringing of the telephone, their friends calling and begging to come over. Rory finally realized that if they just unplugged the phone the ringing would stop, and so they unplugged it.
The boys spent the night getting their last kicks with Aunt Jane. She'd be leaving on the afternoon bus, shortly after the folks got back from the airport. At one point, they fucked Aunt Jane simultaneously, Skip up her cunt, Rory up her asshole, and Aunt Jane squealed as if she'd never get enough of their squirming teenage pricks. Carla shut the woman up by planting her ass and crotch in Aunt Jane's face, and Aunt Jane sucked the girl out as if Carla's fuckholes were oozing honey.
When the kids' parents arrived home at noon, they were glad to be back, although they weren't particularly thrilled to see Rory and Skip and Carla again. Keeping the teenagers out of trou-ble, especially during the summer, was a full-time job, especially when all three of them re-fused to take summer jobs.
"Look at this house!" Jane's sister-in-law said. "I can't believe it! I expected it to be in a total shambles when we got back."
The way it was when you left it, Jane thought, but she didn't say it. She was dressed once more in her jeans and flannel shirt and boots, the first clothing she'd had on in two weeks.
"You've really kept things in shape," Jane's brother said, looking around the house with disbelief.
"All it takes is a little discipline," Jane said. "Isn't that right, boys?"
Rory and Skip spoke in unison. "Yes, ma'am." They were red-faced and holding their breaths, expecting Aunt Jane to tell everything.
"Carla, isn't that right?" Aunt Jane said.
"Discipline," Carla said. "Yes, ma'am." She blushed.
The parents of the teenagers looked at each other in disbelief. Their young wildcats had turned into well-behaved lambs.
"Well," Jane's brother said, "it looks like the four of you got along real good. It's too bad you have to go back so soon, Jane. The kids would probably like to see more of you."
"I'm sure they would," Jane said, smiling slightly. "Which is why I'm inviting them to come back to the ranch with me"
Rory and Skip almost shit in their pants. Carla's mouth dropped open. The kids' parents smiled ear to ear.
A few hours later, as the Greyhound bus rolled through the hot summer afternoon, and Rory and Skip dozed in the seat across the aisle from Aunt Jane and Carla, the two women brought themselves off by squeezing their legs together and shimmying wet pussy lips together in their jeans. Both women envisioned themselves naked and bound under the hot sum-mer sun as hard-cocked boys approached them with whips, and stallions nearby sniffed the air curiously. A summer of discipline was just beginning for them. Just beginning.