Chapter 1
Larry admired his cock in the mirror. It was like none other he'd ever seen, long, straight as an arrow when hard, and almost that thin.
It felt good in the palm of his hand, and it thrilled him to stroke it. He pictured June's backside as he did, pear-shaped and perfect. Actually, he'd never seen it bare, but he'd seen her in a new string bikini, and that was almost as good.
Suddenly, a woman's voice broke his reverie. "Larry!"
He pulled his hand from his dick, but it stayed hard. No matter. The redness alone would have clued his aunt into the fact that he'd been playing with himself.
"I ... I...," he barely managed to stammer.
Aunt Martha walked over to him, smiling with the understanding smile of the woman who had raised him after the death of his folks in the long-ago car crash.
Now he stood before Martha, naked to her gaze. All she had on was a nightgown, a very revealing nightgown at that. It was sheer, pink and sheer, and very low cut so that her massive breasts were much in view. She had a deep cleavage between the plump hills, pushed up as they were by a see-through "no-bra."
Larry was eighteen and he probably had no more curiosity about his guardian's body than did other boys. It only seemed so to him. After all, other boys had their mothers. He had only an aunt.
Often his eyes had wandered to her, when she would bend down for something or other. The breasts fascinated him, big as they were. And her thighs, large but firm and shapely. When he caught a chance he gazed up her skirts-she always wore tight minis-and it always turned him on.
But the thing he most liked about Aunt Martha, and the thing that most piqued his curiosity, was her backside.
Martha had an ass to end all asses, broad and shapely, as sexy as the ass of any teenage girl.
"Enjoy yourself?" she asked him now, glancing down at his still-hard rail. She was unconsciously diddling the nipples of her big round breasts as they protruded slightly through the thin material of her nightgown.
He gave an embarrassed shrug.
"Don't you and June get it on together?"
He was surprised at her question, unable to answer.
She smiled again.
"The new generation," she scoffed. "All talk and no do. I hate to see a boy your age, eighteen already, still whacking off. Doesn't June make out?"
"S-sure," he offered. "B-but not all the way."
"Hasn't she ever jerked you off, or gone down on you, or" ... she smiled coyly..."hasn't she ever let you do it up her cute little rear?"
"Rear?"
"You can't make babies that way," she laughed.
Weakly, he laughed along. Funny, how she'd said that and what he'd been thinking about as he fucked his dork before the mirror.
"You don't want to fuck June for the simple reason that you're afraid of getting her knocked up, right? I can't think of any other reason. Neither of you are the bashful sort. Still, I know how hard up you can get. It's been a long time since your Uncle Rodney passed on."
He looked at her, wondering what she was getting at.
"I get lonely too," she said gently. "Hard up. Maybe we have something for each other. It's about time. I've cared for you a long time."
Shivers went up and down his spine as her fingers continued to diddle her nipples. He was as hard as he'd been stroking it a few seconds back. She was his aunt, his guardian, the nearest thing he'd known to a mother since he was a little boy. Yet he couldn't help his excitement.
Aunt Martha was a fantastic piece of ass.
"I know about your whacking off," she said with a pleasant smile. "I'm the one who changes the linen, right? But that's okay. I do it. Just doesn't fuck up the sheets."
She let her fingers leave her nipples. They found the thin straps of her nightgown. She slid them over her smooth white shoulders. Then the garment dropped off, puddling about her ankles. , There she stood before him, stark naked. Her great firm breasts shivered slightly with an undetectable movement of her body. And her cunt hair was a rich patch of thick curls.
She stepped up to him, kneeled suddenly, stared at the bobbing head of his prick.
"Virgin's delight," she said.
He knew what she meant. The long thin dick that could painlessly penetrate a virgin cherry.
"And ready reamer," she added.
That last he didn't understand, but he didn't care either, 'cause after she said it she slid her soft lips over the head, then pushed them down to his own pubic hair.
It was the first time he'd gotten his cock sucked, and he was in dreamland. He stood there, splay-legged, hands on hips, staring hypnotically as the woman's face moved up and down on his rod, first covering it completely, then baring it to his gaze.
He let his eyes slide closed, let his Aunt suck him off. It was so good. He'd heard of this before, a mouth on a cock, but had never experienced anything to compare with it. Forget jacking off. It was nothing compared to this.
The best he'd done with June was fumble in her blouse and clutch hotly at her terrific young breasts ... in the bra. Now he was getting this, the most intimate thing a man and a woman can do ... or so he thought.
A warm wet hot mouth on his cock. And those sweet lips belonged to his Aunt Martha. He couldn't protest. It was too good. He had never dreamed it would feel so good. Having his cock sucked off. But now it was happening and it was perfect bliss.
Martha's head moved up and down as she sucked her nephew's prick. One hand moved up his body and her fingers began playing with his nipple. She licked, bit, sucked. She just kept it up, enjoying every second ot it. She sucked hard and fast and Larry knew she was very, very experienced.
Larry felt himself almost ready to blow his wad. He didn't know what to do, unsure whether or not a man creams in a woman's mouth when she blows him.
"I'm gonna shoot off!" he warned, expecting her to whip her mouth away.
She kept sucking.
He felt himself explode, the come bursting forth and shooting down the woman's throat. She kept sucking, gulping as she went, taking every drop in as if it were fine wine. He couldn't believe it. It boggled his young mind. A woman enjoying getting creamed in.
When she lifted her head there were pearl-like drops of come on her lips.
She licked them off like a cat licking cream.
"Was it good for you, Larry?" she asked.
Feebly he nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah," he was finally able to offer.
And it was the truth. He'd never had anything even remotely like it in his young life. One thing he knew, he wanted more already.
Martha was taking care of that. She led him to the bed, showed him how she wanted him to lie on his back, then mounted his face with her heavy legs spread wide.
Larry saw the open cunt of his aunt as it lowered to his face. The thick hair-lined lips, the protruding clit, wet with desire, the line of her collapsed vagina, all came into plain view.
"Eat away," she sang out in a great voice.
He ate.
All the time he was thinking, "Oh my god, I'm eating my Aunt Martha's pussy, and she just now sucked my prick, and swallowed my come. I never thought I'd be doing this, especially to my Aunt Martha. Still, she wants me to do this. She needs it. She took care of me all the years. And she just gave me the greatest thing anyone's ever given me ... head. Now it's my turn to take care of her, suck her cunt, make her come. Jesus! My first experience and it's with my own aunt."
Then Martha's pussy was brushing his lips. His tongue swept over the oval-shaped cunt, over the thick rubbery lips and he heard her gasp. He wormed his tongue deep inside her pussy where it was lubricated from her passion.
It tasted sweet and sour at the same time. He didn't mind the taste. Nor did he mind the musky, slightly pissy odor of her cunt. He worked his tongue in and out as she shuddered and groaned and gasped. He never realized what pleasure a tongue could give to a person. He had loved it when she had used her mouth on his prick. He knew what she must be feeling now.
Martha whimpered every time his tongue dived deep into the well of her cunt. She groaned and rubbed her cunt against his face.
"Yes, yes, yes. Oh, oh, oh," she cried out as she shook with the spasms of a violent orgasm.
Finally, she slid down and lay over him, her cheek beside his. They lay like that for a long time, and gradually the passion began to return to Larry.
He had thought that her mouth had drained him for life, but now the fire was coming back. He had seen her cunt, up close, and the very sight of it had done something to him. He'd never seen a woman's hole before.
And he had seen the big, perfectly round breasts, and they did something to him. Now he was lying intimately naked with the woman he had always known as Aunt Martha, but who would hereafter come to be known only as Martha.
Her heat aroused him. Her scent turned him on. Her presence renewed all his passion. She looked up, her face close to him. "Okay?" she asked. "Sure," he said.
She smiled, then she spoke in that sultry voice he had never heard before. "Want more."
"Don't know if lean."
She got up from the bed, showing her full body to him. He stared. Then she turned to retrieve her gown from the floor. And she showed him her ass.
It aroused his cock to instant readiness.
The cheeks were snowy white, as smooth as the skin on a baby. As she moved, the buttocks shivered slightly, and as she bent over she presented them fully to his inspection.
He found himself rising from the bed, and before she could get the nightgown off the floor, Larry was behind her, taking her waist in his hands. His flanks were pressed up against her backside, and his hard cock was already finding the way between her cheeks.
She laughed a laugh of wild abandon.
Then she dropped the gown and reached behind her. Skillfully she spread the cheeks of her ass.
"I love this," was all she said.
He guided the head of his cock into the puckered hole that now presented itself. It slid in, and Martha backed herself all the way onto it.
"Fuck!" she commanded.
He fucked, ramming his hard cock in and out of her ass-hole. He felt his passion building to fever fire. If he'd done this first, he'd have been gone already, but now he was able to take his time, take the time he knew Martha wanted him to take.
In and out he thrust, feeling himself sliding in a substance which at that time he could not know was Vaseline. All he knew was that his aunt's ass seemed to have been made for him to fuck, and his long thin dick seemed to have been made to fuck asses, women's asses, beautifully shaped, pure white women's asses.
This was it. This was all he could ever want. Fucking a woman in the ass was heaven. It was better than heaven.
He fucked rapidly away. After a time, he heard the orgasmic groaning of his Aunt, and he knew that he had succeeded in doing what she wanted done. Now he could take his own pleasure.
It had been building, and now he was ready. He held off as long as he could from the time he felt the sudden surge of intense pleasure. Then he came. In long, excruciatingly delightful surges he came. In long exciting thrusts of pleasure he shot his load of scum up his Aunt Martha's ass-hole.
It was good. It was better than it had been in her mouth. Forget deep throat. Forget eating pussy. Forget fucking a tight cunt. He hadn't done that, but he knew that it couldn't be as good as this. The tightest cunt couldn't be as good as this. The beautiful backside was right between his thighs where he could feel it, ride it, and his cock was up the tightest, smoothest hole in the world, a woman's ass-hole.
When they were finally done, they parted and Martha retrieved her nightgown. Larry didn't feel a bit self conscious, and he just stood there naked with his hands on his hips.
She led him into the living room, and they sat on the couch and had coffee
"You're good," she said, "good."
"You're not bad yourself," he marveled.
Then her expression changed.
"Do you know what you're going to be doing?" she asked. "Have you decided what you want to do with your life?"
It was a quick change of pace, but it was a question he'd been thinking about for some time now. No. He didn't know. How could he know. He hadn't done anything since leaving high school, and there was no draft now. He had no folks, no father, no one in whose shoes he could follow.
He could only shrug his negative answer to her question.
"Has anything come through in the way of a job?" she asked.
"Naw," he said dejectedly. He'd been counting on the ap he'd filled over at the plant, but now he knew that nothing was going to come of it. There had just been an announcement of fresh layoffs, and the way the economy shaped up, he figured he should go around with a button reading "Lose" instead of "win."
"You know Betty Tyler, don't you?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"Well, she's coming down from her place this coming weekend, and you might want to get to know her. The jobs up there aren't much, but the downturn just doesn't seem to have affected her business the way it has others. The rich broads still flock to her place for some sun and some fun."
A job up at the resort. It was something Larry had never even considered. He perked up at the idea. Why not? He really didn't want to work in the musty old plant in town. He could work outside in the sun. He hadn't seen Martha's friend Betty Tyler in maybe six months. She came down once in awhile to visit with her.
"Sure," he said to Martha. "Working up at the resort would be a good deal."
Martha smiled a strangely coy smile.
She wet her lips, glanced down at Larry's cock then quickly back up at his face.
"Just be nice to Betty when she comes down. She may have something for you, and maybe something for June too."
Wow. That was too much. If both he and June could shoot up to the resort and spend the summer, and make some money. It was too much.
Larry sat back, thinking about it, Funny, he'd never imagined going up to Betty's place. He wondered what it would be like up there in farm country. Whenever he'd heard of the place before, he'd just laughed. It seemed so cornball to him. But now he wasn't laughing. He needed the job and he wasn't about to be making fun of the hayseeds he'd probably run into up there at Betty Tyler's resort ... The Cornhole.