Chapter 4
"Ohhhh...do it! Do it!"
"Take it, baby, take it all...."
Janice crouched under the window, one hand over her heart as she peered over the window sill and watched her aunt and this strange man wrestle in bed. No, it wasn't wrestling. It was pure and simple fucking-but with a new twist.
Aunt Kathy was sprawled on the bed, her wrists having been roped together earlier. Now this man, dressed only in a pair of faded Levi's, was stretching her bound hands back over her head to the Mediterranean-style headboard with one hand while he held another piece of rope in the other.
"My God!"
It had been three days since her brutal rape. Janice had somehow managed to avoid talking at length with her mother, spending most of the weekend in her room studying. At least, she thought she could study. But whenever she cracked open a book, her mind drifted back to Friday night when Bobby burst in and fucked her. Yes, all she could think of was the feel of her cousin's hands on her body, the touch of his lips on her throat, the steady pressure of his knees against hers as he pried her open, pinned her to the living room floor with his body while he hunched his cock into her cunt.
School had been no better. She tried to concentrate. How hard she tried to concentrate as the teachers talked about one thing or other! But, still all she could think of was her cousin and his cock-the way he held her, the way he mastered her. By the end of the day Janice knew she had to talk to someone. It would be suicide to tell her Aunt Kathy everything that had happened. But perhaps if she just changed names, mentioned some other boy rather than her cousin, perhaps her aunt would be fooled and could offer some advice.
It wasn't difficult to leave the house after dinner, her mother was always pleased when Janice wanted to help her aunt. As the girl approached Kathy's house, however, she had second thoughts about her plan. What if Bobby was there? Usually he was in the garage with his friends. Still, just the thought of him being only a few feet away would make her nervous, jumpy.
Standing at the foot of the curved drive Janice sighed with relief. There was no sign of life in the garage. But once at the door and knocking, the girl was surprised there was no answer. Her aunt rarely went out-or so said her mother. There was a light on in the back. After knocking several more times, Janice slipped around the side of the house to the dimly lit window. There, through the curtains and under the poorly drawn shade, Janice saw her aunt twisting and turning on the bed, stark naked, obviously in heat. And this man-this strange man-was holding her down, sneering at her, tying her up.
"Ohhhhhhhh God...don't...oh please," Kathy wailed, her long dark-brown hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head.
Janice blushed furiously, her knees sinking into the soft ground. It sounded just like her three days ago! Three days ago she was thrashing around on the floor, trying to fight off her cousin as he pinned her down. But then she had meant it. Here it was obvious her aunt was playing some sort of game.
"You're gonna dig it, baby. You're gonna go nuts when I stick my cock into you." "Oh don't, don't!"
Kathy's face was red with lust, her mouth half-opened, her eyes glazed while her nostrils flared with the wheezing breaths she took. Her big tits were rolling on her chest, slapping against each other while her legs rubbed frantically over the sheets. In heat. Yes, that was the only way she could describe it. Her aunt was in heat, rutting there in front of her while her lover watched with growing satisfaction.
"Sure, sure."
He tied a double square knot around her bound wrists, securing them to the headboard. Sliding back on his knees, he moved around until he knelt between Kathy's spread legs. The woman had raised her head from the crushed pillow, her eyes round, her forehead wrinkled while strands of her chestnut-colored hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Her nipples were long and stiff while her thighs glistened with cunt-juice. Janice knelt there outside, not caring about the chilling air or about the possibility of one of the neighbors catching sight of her. She was fascinated by this scene, her cunt growing itchy-hot as she watched her aunt go crazy.
"Ohhhhh...."
The big man reached down and unzipped his pants slowly, his eyes riveted on the panting, rutting woman. He was obviously enjoying this teasing, knowing how badly Kathy wanted to see his prick and withholding the sight as long as he could.
"Yeah, baby, I'm nice and hard, good and hard. And I'm gonna take care of that itch you got."
"Ohhhhhh...."
Janice watched with a mixture of horror and delight as her aunt closed her eyes, twisting her body from side to side, trying to rub her legs together to take care of the achy itch growing more and more intense. Janice could sympathize with that feeling. She too had nearly gone out of her mind with the sensations between her legs when Bobby raped her that evening.
"Yeah...."
Janice thought her heart would stop! She trembled there under the window sill, feeling her nipples stretch itchily out and scratch against her bra cups. It was so odd kneeling there and feeling tingly and excited. Watching the two of them there through the window, she felt hot, expectant, hungry for a man's touch. Oh, oh, how she wished-in one way-that she could exchange places with her aunt now! The satin crotch band of her panties pressed sexily against her pussy, rubbing deliciously over the swollen, sensitive lips, drawing out more and more juice.
"Damn!" Janice whispered, bracing herself against the wall.
"Damn!" Kathy groaned, twisting her head from side to side.
Janice held her breath. She could hardly swallow and her heart felt heavy as it pounded against her chest. She couldn't hear anything except her own rushing pulse and the moans of her frantic aunt. Yes, she'd be frantic too if she had a handsome hunk like that kneeling in front of her, rubbing his fingers up and down his pant leg. Even from where she was Janice could see a bulge, a fat bulge that promised a fat prick behind it!
He was licking her now, licking her like a...like a dog! Kathy was shivering, arching her back, wallowing her shoulders against the pillow while kicking out with both legs. Janice closed her eyes, folding her arms tightly over her tits and pressing in hard. Oh, oh, she could almost feel that tongue touching her flesh, caressing it while the ropes held her down.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
Her aunt's cry sent shivery chills rushing up and down her spine. Janice swallowed again, her heart stopping. No...it was starting again. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. The girl saw that hot bulge in his pants, the bulge of a cock. And he was so big and so very tall. Janice was more than a little afraid-and more than just a little excited!
"Ohhhh, it's so...soooo good!"
Kathy began to breathe raggedly as she felt his tongue edge closer and closer to her pussy. Then the man drew back, reaching down and fully opening his fly.
"Oh!"
This time it was Janice's time to cry out. That prick! It was as big and as fat as Bobby's! Her hand went to the base of her throat, the fingers playing around as she watched him slip off his Levi's. Her aunt was silent, her eyes round with delight.
"Want it, baby? Wanna get a good feel of my prick inside you?"
"Oh yes, yes," she panted frantically.
It was shameless, degrading! Watching her aunt humiliate herself like that was horrible. But Janice couldn't move. It was as if she had been under some spell, forced to watch this terrible scene! Still pressing her nose against the dirty window pane, Janice watched as the big man stretched one hand down and fumbled with something. In a moment he straightened and Janice saw he had slipped his black leather belt from his trousers.
"Wh...what?" Kathy asked, her eyes blinking as she studied the long belt in his right hand.
"You've been a fuckin' bad girl to let me get this far with you," he said, doubling the belt and tapping the looped end against her thigh.
"No...I," her aunt said in some confusion.
Janice felt her breath catch. She knew what was going to follow, knew as surely as she knew the sun would rise the next morning. Her fingers tightened around her throat.
"And I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson so you won't do it again, right?"
Kathy's eyes widened.
"No, no, don't...don't touch me with that thing," she wailed, tugging at he ropes binding her wrists to the headboard.
The big man only smiled, lightly tapping the belt against her right thigh. Then he snapped his arm out, bringing the leather down hard against her white flesh. Janice heard the dry smacking sound of the weapon against flesh, heard her aunt's wailing cry. A rush of hot/chilly sensations snapped into her cunt, making the girl gasp with excitement.
"Ohhhhh...no!"
Kathy again tried pulling at the ropes binding her. Janice could hear the clattering of the headboard against the wall behind and heard the squeaking of the springs as her aunt's lithe body bounced against the mattress. The big man let her bounce around for a while before he began beating her again. "Yaaggghhhhh!"
Another blow! This time the looped belt slapped hard across her lower belly, leaving a long red mark just above her hipbones.
"Oooooffffff!"
Aunt Kathy's face slackened, then grew taut as the leather smacked again and again against her body. Janice thought she was going to go out of her mind kneeling there outside. What she was spying on was a new kind of sex, one she had barely been introduced to on her first fucking. Bobby's brutality, the way he'd beaten her before tearing off her clothes and raping her, had triggered something inside. And now she was feeling that same sensation once more while watching her aunt's ordeal.
"No, no, don't...don't touch me with that belt again!" Kathy wailed, tears streaking her face.
"You dig it, baby. That's what you told me, remember? 'I like being tied up', that's what you said," the big man sneered.
"Yes...but I didn't mean...didn't mean...mean this."
He laughed again, moving the belt around to her tits. Kathy sucked in a ragged breath and held it, her eyes rounding as he slipped the loop around one big tit and hefted it from her chest. At the same time he moved his free hand down to her cunt and began stroking it gently with the backs of his fingers. It didn't take Aunt Kathy long to get into the act, groaning, moving her ass from side to side on the mattress while rubbing her legs sensuously over the wrinkled sheets.
"Yeah, you don't like it," he mocked, moving the belt to the other tit and lifting it in his makeshift sling. "You want it bad...so fuckin' bad you're fuckin' willin' to pay for it."
"Huhhhrrrrrr!"
What was he doing to her? Dear God! He was fucking her with his fingers, twisting them in and out of her fuzzy cunthole, fucking her the way Bobby had screwed her before driving his cock in. Was this something all men did before fucking a woman? Janice was bracing herself against the window sill with both hands now, resting her chin on the rotting wood, watching the fascinating scene.
"Oooooooohhhhh!"
He hit her again, this time smacking the leather belt against her ass-cheeks. He whipped her from side to side, his prick swinging up and nearly hitting his belly each time the bound, attractive woman squealed at the stinging touch of his belt.
"Bitch!"
"Nooooo!"
"Stupid slut! That's what the fuck you are, baby, a dumb slut!"
"No, no, not true!" Kathy screamed, arching her back as the belt smacked her thighs just below her pussy.
"Ohhhhh my God," Janice groaned, closing her eyes as another sharp pre-orgasmic shudder rushed through her cunt.
The belt lashed across her belly, the tops of her tits, then down to her cunt once more. Again and again the room was filled with the sharp report of the leather striking her aunt's flesh, followed by the screams of the tormented bound woman. Kathy was struggling now, trying to drag herself higher on the bed, trying to close her knees against the smacking leather. But it was impossible. The big man was stretching her open with one hand while lashing the belt again and again against her thighs. At times Janice swore the belt curled into her aunt's cunt, sending the woman screeching. It was a miracle, the girl thought, that the neighbors hadn't heard anything.
And then the belting stopped. He threw away his weapon, reaching down and working his fingers greasily over his fat hunk of cockmeat, his balls swinging forward with each rub.
"I like my meat tenderized, you know?" he said cynically.
With that he leaned forward, slipping his hands against the soft spots just behind her knees. Kathy groaned, her face white, a grimace. At first Janice thought it was pain and was tempted to knock against the window, anything to stop any further torment. But when the girl reddened, realizing it was more than pain. Her aunt was high, high on sex, about to cum. It was that painful pleasure, that knife-edge of delight her aunt was feeling. Janice shuddered. She watched as the man slipped his cock back, back, sliding it toward her swollen cuntal mouth. He centered the blood-heavy prickhead over Kathy's cunt and then shoved in fast.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Aunt Kathy twisted as much as she could, rocking her body from side to side. Janice could see the long red marks made by the belt better now as Kathy rolled around the bed. She was frantic, literally frantic with that prick halfway inside her now. The headboard clattered noisily against the wall while she tugged and jerked at the restraining ropes. The big man paused, drew back, then fucked down again. In a moment he was sawing his cock in and out, in and out, drawing nothing but grunts and moans of delight from the older woman.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Fuck," Janice whispered.
"Fuckin' your Goddamned brains out, baby. You're gonna be nuts when I get through trenchin' out your fuckin' cunthole."
God! He even talked like Bobby! Janice still knelt there, her hands over her heart now as she watched her aunt babble and jerk her wrists. She could tell Aunt Kathy was going to cum soon. She was working her hips with a building tempo, matching the stud's fucking strokes with hunches and bucks of her own. At times she managed to raise her ass from the mattress, the cheeks flexing, tensing and relaxing only to tense again. Yes, yes, her Aunt Kathy was rutting there right in front of her!
"Cum! Ohhh...gonna...going to...to cum...cumming!" Kathy cried out.
"Yeah, baby, come on, work it out! Come on, cut loose, Kathy!"
"Uhhhhhh!"
Janice felt dizzy, about to faint. She held onto the sill as the world seemed to float dizzyingly all around her. She closed her eyes again and heard her aunt screaming down the walls, yes, she was cumming, swimming around in her sea of delight as the core of white-hot joy burned through her cunt.
"Uhhh, baby, shootin'...shootin' in you now," the stud grunted.
That was all the girl could take. She still heard the cries and groans ringing in her ears as she pushed away from the window sill and stumbled through the thick bushes. It was awful, horrible! She had seen something that should never have happened at all, and certainly not so publicly.
Standing there on the sidewalk under the streetlamp, Janice struggled for control. Turning around, she took another look at the big, comfortable woodframe house. She would never, never be able to look at her aunt in the same way again. Always she would see the woman tossing around in bed, her face a mask of frantic sexual arousal with her arms stretched back over her head! She must have managed to get Bobby out of the house some way and then...then taken on that stud!
"Awful...awful," she muttered, still holding her arms tightly across her chest and walking slowly home.
That damned tingle in her cunt was worse than before! She had hoped to find some solace with her aunt and instead only found more confusion. Now her pussy seemed more alive, more sensitive than ever, the flush of excitement spreading over her ass-cheeks, her belly, her cunt.
Then, before she knew it she was in front of her house. Janice paused for a moment, closing her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded some. Her cunt felt hot and very, very moist. It was going to be a very long night. Dear God, where on earth was she going to turn to end this horrible dilemma, this nightmare of sensuality?