Chapter 3
They untied her hands and roped one of her ankles to the lower part of the bed. She begged them to leave her untied, but they wouldn't listen.
"Just to make sure you behave," Calvin said.
Calvin sent Roy out of the house to a shopping center a few blocks away. They talked about a list of things to buy, but Grace was too confused to understand. She lay on her bed, one leg tied to the bed-frame, her heart pounding as she thought about her predicament. What did they intend to do with her? She was frightened. She was completely at their mercy and she had no idea what the future might bring.
After Roy left the house, Calvin returned to Grace. He stood beside the bed, smiling down at her.
"How you feeling, Aunt Grace?"
"How do you think I feel? I feel awful. What are you going to do with me?"
"Have some fun, that's all. Is there anything special you'd like?"
"What do you mean?"
"Would you like to suck my cock?"
"No!"
He chuckled and climbed over her as thought he were mounting a horse. When she tried to struggle, he gripped her chin between his fingers and squeezed hard until she whimpered. She finally relaxed and lay there under him, stretched out on her back while he sat on her.
She looked at his cock. His long prick bobbed over her belly, a strand of clear fluid hanging from the tip of his cockhead. As she gazed at his rampant fuckpole, it twitched and strained under her eyes.
The wet gleaming string of cock-juice continued to dangle from the knob of his prick. She could smell his cockmeat. The powerful male odor caused her nostrils to flare, and she shuddered as she realized the smell of him turned her on. She breathed heavily, her tits quivering as they rose and fell.
He looked down at her tits now. He squeezed them together with his palms. His cock jerked and the glistening string of cock-juice dropped down to her belly.
Grace whimpered. His hands on her tits felt good and she was ashamed. She was afraid that if he forced her to suck his cock she might like that too. She'd never done it, never had a cock in her mouth, but she'd thought about if often and wondered what it would be like. The idea of sucking his prick filled her with a mixture of excitement and disgust.
She closed her eyes. She couldn't stand looking at his cock any longer. His prick was so close, there was no way to avoid it except to close her eyes.
Suddenly his hands left her tits and he shifted forward. She opened her eyes just as the tip of his drooling cock touched her left nipple. She gasped at the feel of his cock-juice wetting her titflesh. He moved his cock from one tit to the other, until both nipples were wet with his fluid.
He lifted his hips again and now he moved forward to straddle her tits. His cock loomed over his face like a club. She was completely helpless and she knew she would be forced to do whatever he wanted her to do.
She wondered if she'd be able to stand the taste of his cock. She wondered if she would gag when she had his fat prick in her mouth.
Now she mewled with apprehension as he pushed his hard cock into her face.
He sat on her chest, his muscular ass squashing her tits. Holding his cock with one hand, he slipped the other hand beneath her head.
"Okay, Aunt Grace, how about it?"
She stared. Her mouth suddenly ran dry and her body shuddered. No matter how awful her mind told her this was, her cunt was on fire.
"Come on, Aunt Grace. I want you to tell me what you're going to do."
"I can't!"
He laughed, waving his swollen cock under her nose, almost touching her lips with it.
The smell of his cock drove her wild. Smell it! Smell that cock! Oh, God, I'm dying from the smell, she thought. It's almost touching me! My mouth couldn't possibly take it!
"Suck it, Aunt Grace."
He pressed the fat spongy head of his cock against her lips. He swabbed his cock-knob back and forth, smearing her lips with his cock-juice.
She quivered and moaned and flared her nostrils as the smell of his cock filled her nose. Her pussy throbbed. She couldn't remember when she'd been this excited. But I don't want to, she thought, I don't want to suck his prick. She opened her mouth to tell him, when he suddenly lurched forward to push his cock between her lips.
He pried her lips wide open and shoved the huge meaty knob of his cock inside her mouth.
Her eyes bulged and she started to gag. The problem was the pressure of his cockmeat against her tongue, not the taste. She finally relaxed her jaw muscles, and she lay there with his cock stuffing her mouth.
The boy gazed down at her with a satisfied look on his face. She closed her eyes, tightened her lips around his prick, gripping it just behind the flange of his knob. It felt good in her mouth, she had to admit that. His hot cockflesh tasted slightly salty, but it was good. She pressed her teeth gently into the spongy mass. She felt his cockmeat throb.
Her saliva flowed, bathing his cock and then streaming down her throat. She had to swallow again and again. She had an urge to have more of his cockmeat in her mouth, but she was afraid to move, afraid to do anything. She wanted to suck, but what would he think of her if she started doing that? She wanted it, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Maybe he would ram his cock down her throat and she'd have no choice but to suck on his thick cockshaft in order to breathe.
She understood something now-she understood why women did this. The feel of his hot cockflesh in her mouth was marvelous.
She liked the taste of him. It occurred to her that his prick might be leaking fluid into her mouth and the idea of it revolted her, but she quickly calmed down and focused on the lovely feel of the silky spongy mass pressing against her tongue.
Now Calvin spoke to her and she opened her eyes. "Suck it, Aunt Grace. Show me some action. You know you want to do it. I can tell. Suck it before I get mad."
She told herself she had no choice. She began to suck his cock, working her lips and jaws and tongue. Her saliva flooded over his cockmeat. The taste was stronger now, a salty taste of hot cockflesh.
She used her hands. She curled the fingers of one hand around the base of his thick cock and used the other hand to hold his heavy balls.
She sucked hard, twisting her head, pulling on his prick with her lips, suctioning the juices out of his fat cockhead. He muttered his approval, holding himself motionless, allowing her to do the work.
The pleasure she had was immense. She was turned on. She'd never in her life been so turned on as at this moment when she had the cock of her nephew in her mouth. A sudden blast of heat washed over her and she realized she was coming. Nothing in her cunt, nothing happening to her clit, and yet she was coming. She mewled as her pussy throbbed and convulsed. She sucked more forcefully on his cock, sucking and chewing and gorging herself on his cockmeat.
Calvin chuckled. He grinned down at her and pulled her ears. She stopped moving and looked up at him with his fat prick stretching her lips.
Calvin smiled. "It's time to milk the cow, Aunt Grace. You ever had a load of jism in your mouth before?"
She shook her head.
"Then this is a first, isn't it?" he snickered.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth until only his cockhead was still between her lips. She still had one hand holding his balls and the other hand curled around the base of his cockshaft.
"Jerk me off," he said. "Use your hand and jerk me off into your mouth."
She was horrified. She'd never imagined he'd make her take a load of his spunk in her mouth. The thought disgusted her. She had jerked off a few boys in high school and she knew the mess it made. She knew how the jism fountained out of a boy's cock when he came. The idea of having her nephew's foamy cum on her tongue made her nauseous.
Calvin twisted her ear to let her know he was impatient. I must go through with it, she thought.
She began pumping his cock, sliding his soft cockskin back and forth along the thick muscle of his cockshaft. His meaty prick felt good in her hand. His fat cockhead was velvety and warm against her lips. She had only half his cockhead in her mouth, her lips puckered, her tongue swirling over the slit in his cock-knob.
Suddenly Calvin groaned and she felt his balls tighten in her hand. He let go, crying out his pleasure as his balls throbbed and exploded. His hot jism shot through the quivering barrel of his cock. His cock-cream blasted against the back of her mouth and into her throat. She gagged and gurgled, swallowing in a frenzy. She kept her mouth working, taking all of his thick load, forcing it down her throat.
When his balls were drained, Calvin pulled his limp cock from her sucking lips. "Nice, Aunt Grace. That was good sucking. You'll get better at it, but it's okay for now."
He climbed off her body and she fell back on the bed and sobbed.
When Roy returned home, they made her go into the kitchen to prepare them some food. They refused to allow her to put on her robe. Calvin had his jeans on and Roy still wore his street clothes, but she had to remain naked as she worked in the kitchen. She found it humiliating. She was also afraid one of the neighbors might see through the kitchen windows. When she mentioned this to the boys, they finally relented and brought her one of her blouses.
"But I'm still naked below the waist," she protested.
"Never mind," Calvin grinned. "They can't see that through the windows and we like to look at your ass."
Roy had brought some things from the hardware store, and after the boys finished the meal, they opened the packages on the kitchen table.
Roy had brought an assortment of dog collars and dog leashes, and Grace was puzzled at first because they had no pets in the house. Then she realized the stuff was intended for her.
"You can't do that!" she moaned. "I won't wear those things!"
Calvin grabbed her and pinched her ass until she cried out in pain. "You'll do whatever we want you to do," he laughed. "Unless you want us to hurt you. You don't want that, do you, Aunt Grace?"
"But you can't keep me in the house like this. You can't keep me a prisoner. I've got to go out sometime. People will ask about me. Be reasonable. If you stop this horrible thing now, I'll forgive you everything. Please!"
Her pleading did no good. They said they intended to take her out sometime, but she'd have to behave herself when they did.
"Everything around here is different now," Calvin said. "You try to run out on us and you'll be sorry. Anyway, if you run, you'll have to run naked because we're putting your clothes away."
He went on to explain how from now on she would be their slave. She thought he was joking, but then she realized he was serious. It can't last, she thought. Another few weeks and her summer vacation would be over and she'd have to get back to her teaching job downtown. They might keep her prisoner for a few weeks, but after that it would be impossible.
When Roy learned slje'd sucked Calvin's cock while he was gone, he wanted some attention himself. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.
"How about working on this awhile?" he smirked.
Grace stared at his hard cock as he stood there in front of her.
"You're both nasty," she said. "I'll never forgive you."
But the sight of his throbbing cock turned her on, and without realizing it she licked her lips as she gazed at it.
"You're hot," Roy grunted. Fisting his cockshaft, he waved his cockmeat in her face. The tip of his cock brushed her chin and left a wet smear of juice near her lips. "Come on, Aunt Grace, open your mouth and have a taste of it."
Shuddering, she parted her lips. His cock jumped as her hot breath wafted over it. Then she leaned forward to engulf his cock-knob with her lips and teeth and tongue.
Roy's cock was smaller than Calvin's, and she discovered she could get it into her mouth more easily. She sucked his cockhead, chewed on his fat blood-filled knob. She swirled her tongue over his velvety cock-skin. She felt the ridges on his cockshaft with her tongue, and then she probed the slit at the end of his cockhead with her tongue-tip.
She loved the way the boy's cockmeat throbbed in her mouth. She found the smell and taste of him incredibly exciting. A month ago she'd secretly watched this cock spurting jism in the air, and now here she was with it stuffing her mouth.
Once again she probed his pisshole with her tongue. Some juice gushed out of the end of his prick and she searched for more of it. She loved it. This was cockjuice and not jism, but she wasn't yet used to the sharp pungent taste of jism and this was delicious.
"Come on, Aunt Grace, suck it," he said. "Take the whole thing in your mouth."
Grace delayed sucking all of his cock. His cockhead was too delicious to give up. The soft velvety skin of his cock-knob made her quiver with lust. Roy tried to push more of his cock inside her mouth, but she held him off by sucking hard on his fat cockhead.
"Goddamn fucking bitch!" the boy snarled.
He grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged for a moment, and then she relaxed her jaws and accepted his hot cockmeat.
Pushing forward until he had all of his cock buried in her face, Roy held her fast and then suddenly released her. "Now suck, Aunt Grace. Suck my prick and make me come."
She had a hand on his cock now. She pulled her head back, sucking his warm cockmeat. Roy watched his cock come out of her mouth and groaned his approval. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. He wore no underwear, and Grace now had all of his cock and balls to work with. One hand curled around his cockshaft, she dug her fingers into his nuts, tested their resiliency, jiggled them on her palm. Using her fingernail, she scratched between his balls and his ass-hole.
She swallowed his cock deeply with each stroke now. She felt the muscles of her throat stretch to accept his bloated cockhead. She forced herself to keep her throat relaxed.
Holding her head in his hands, Roy began to slowly pump his prick in and out of her mouth. This was something new to Grace. When she'd sucked Calvin, it was she who had done all the work. Now Roy was actually fucking her face and she discovered it was thrilling.
Fingers pulling her ears, the boy pumped his hard cock in and out of her sucking mouth.
Saliva bubbled out of the corners of her lips to stream down her chin. She kept her eyes closed and her head still. Her mouth held the shape of a ring as his thick cockshaft and slid smoothly in and out.
"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "Here it comes, Aunt Grace, here comes my fucking load!"
A geyser of thick cock-cream erupted out of his cockhead and into her waiting mouth. Hot jism jetted over her tongue. She gulped and swallowed, sucking the cream out of his prick, squeezing his balls and pumping his cockshaft to get every drop of his load.
I love it, she thought. I love drinking their spunk. I love sucking their fat pricks. Oh, Lord, what will happen to me?