Chapter 4
"Come on, Aunt Grace, it's time to get up."
She opened her eyes. It was morning. She was lying on her back on her bed with one leg chained to the bedpost. Calvin was standing at the foot of the bed, pulling at the chain to wake her up.
She rubbed her eyes as she came awake. So it was not a dream after all. Her nephews had made a prisoner of her in her own house.
Calvin was wearing nothing but a raggedy pair of cut-offs. He dropped them now and approached the side of the bed to hang his hose-like cock over her face.
"Suck on it," he said. "Get it hard so I can fuck you."
She blushed and propped herself so that she could get his fat cock in her mouth. She hadn't forgotten the taste of it, hadn't forgotten how much she loved it. She sucked his meaty prick until it was hard and throbbing, and then he climbed between her legs and drove it inside her eager pussy.
It was good. She tried to hold back her enjoyment, telling herself that he was forcing himself on her, forcing her to commit this incestuous act, but after a while she gave up and wrapped her arms and legs around his thrusting body. She clutched his hard ass-cheeks with her hands and whimpered as he pounded her pussy with his vigorous strokes.
Lord, his cock felt so good! She wanted to sing out with joy each time his hairy nuts slapped against her ass-hole.
When he finally dumped his load into her boiling cunt, the feel of his jism splashing against the walls of her pussy caused her to climax. She groaned and shuddered as her clit twitched against his spurting cock.
He left her after that. She lay there awhile, half sobbing and half mewling with pleasure. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the mixture of their juices. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she gently fingered her swollen cunt lips. With a soft moan of resignation at her sinfulness, she finally pushed two fingers inside her cunthole. She scooped some of his jism out and brought it up to her lips. Her eyes closed, she sucked her nephew's spunk off her fingers.
Before long Calvin returned with Roy. They'd brought her orange juice and coffee and she was thankful for it.
"I'd like to use the bathroom," she said.
Calvin snickered. "What for?"
She blushed. "I've got to pee."
"From now on you call me Mister Calvin. Now say it again."
"I've got to pee, Master Calvin."
They unchained her leg from the bed. They put one of the dog collars around her neck and clipped a leash to it. When they led her into the bathroom, she turned to close the door on them, but Calvin pushed the door open again with a grunt.
"We'll watch," he said.
"You can't do this to me!" she sobbed.
But of course they could do anything they wanted. She was a slave with two masters and she was helpless. They made her sit down on the toilet with her legs spread so they could see the pee gushing out of her pisshole. She had to hold her cunt lips open so they could see everything. She was humiliated, but by the time she finished peeing she was chagrined to find that exposing herself like this turned her on. More than ever, she was convinced she was a filthy slut and a spawn of the Devil.
They let her wash up and put make-up on her face. They let her wear a blouse and shoes, but nothing below the waist. She felt terribly naked prancing about the house on her high heels with her ass and pussy bare, but it was either that or stay chained to the bed.
In the kitchen they unclipped the leash from her collar and she made breakfast for them. She served them in the dining room. They looked very young as they gobbled pancakes and bacon, but each time they fondled her bare ass when she passed them they didn't seem young at all.
Roy obviously had a thing about her ass. He couldn't keep his hands off her. She reminded herself that it was only Calvin who had fucked her this morning. Young Roy's balls were bloated with jism after a night of rest and the thought of it made her hot.
Roy finally made her stand near him so he could play with her ass with one hand while he ate his breakfast with the other.
She closed his eyes and quivered each time his fingers rubbed against her tight ass-hole. She remembered how Calvin had called Roy an ass-hole freak.
Calvin chuckled. "Go on, Roy. Do whatever you want with her. She won't say a damn thing."
Roy made her turn her back to them and bend over a chair with her palms on the seat. She knew they could see everything: her cunt lips and cunthole and ass-hole.
Then she suddenly cried out as she felt something wet running up and down the crack of her ass. Roy's tongue! He lapped up and down between her hairy cunt and the bottom of her spine. His mouth gradually closed in on her ass-hole, and finally his lips were plastered over her bung.
She thought she'd die from the pleasure when she felt the boy's tongue pushing inside the tight ring of her brownie.
He twirled his tongue in and out of her ass-hole until she found herself wriggling and pushing her ass back at his face to get more. How lovely it was! She'd never dreamed anything could be so delicious.
She whimpered with disappointment when he finally pulled his face away from her swaying ass.
"Turn around," Calvin said.
She turned and saw that Roy was now bent over a chair with his back to her and his jeans down at his feet. She found herself facing his naked ass.
"Go on," Calvin said, "suck his ass."
"No," she sobbed, "not that!"
"Go on, you fucking bitch. You liked having his tongue in your ass, I could see it. Now you do it to him. Get moving!"
She told herself and she had no choice. Her eyes on Roy's young ass, she knelt behind him. She ran her hands over his firm ass-cheeks, rained kisses over his muscular little butt. She finally pulled his ass-cheeks open and began tonguing his sweet little brownie.
She loved it. The musky taste of his ass-hole drove her wild. She loved the lewdness of it. She closed her lips over the nut of his ass-hole and fucked her tongue in and out of the tight ring of muscle.
Roy grunted with pleasure. He squirmed his ass against her face. He humped his ass-hole on her tongue.
"Suck my ass, you hot bitch!" the boy groaned. "Suck my fucking ass!"
"She's good," Calvin laughed. "I told you, Roy. I told you she'd be good."
Roy at last pushed her away from his ass and made her bend over again. This time she bent over the table. He pushed her down until her tits were crushed against the table top. She knew what he intended to do. Raising her head, she looked back at him, watched him fondle his hard cock with his hand. His prick looked thick and juicy and ready for fucking. She whimpered when he pulled her hands back to her ass and told her to hold her ass-cheeks open.
"Give your ass-hole some air," Roy snickered. "I hate you!"
But she held her ass-cheeks open. She tried to calm herself. She realized that if he was going to fuck her ass it would hurt less if she was relaxed.
Grinning at her obvious apprehension, Roy picked up the butter dish from the table and scooped out some of it on his fingers.
Grace watched him over her shoulder, watched him smear the butter all over his long cock. Then his fingers were in her asscrack, rubbing the butter over her ass-hole and inside the tight ring of her bung. She remembered the marvelous feel of his tongue in her ass. Maybe she'd be lucky and there wouldn't be too much pain when he shoved his cock in there.
Don't be crazy, she thought. It's going to hurt like hell. She was afraid.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried as he grabbed her waist. "Please don't do it! I beg you! Not in my ass-hole!"
She struggled, fighting with him, but he succeeded in pressing the fat knob of his cock against her slick ass-hole. She could feel the hot tip of his cock against her ass-hole. She could feel his meat between her ass-cheeks, his hot cockflesh, her nephew's randy prick. She wriggled and squirmed. She liked the feel of his hands on her hips, his fingers gripping her ass-flesh, but the idea of having his cock in her ass was frightening.
He continued pressing his cockhead against the ring of her brownie, and then suddenly his knob eased inside her sphincter. She could feel his cockmeat stretching her bunghole, stretching it wide open, stretching and filling her as he slowly shoved his prick inside her ass.
How did other women do it? She'd read that some women liked it, even preferred it to cunt-fucking. They claimed they had more feeling in their ass-holes than in their cuntholes. Was it possible?
Her ass-hole began to yield. He still had only half his cockhead inside her ass, but now she pulled her ass-cheeks wider with her hands and pushed out as though she were shitting. She could feel her ass-hole opening like a flower. She could feel the rest of his cockhead ease inside her stretched bunghole. She wiggled her ass.
"Go easy!" she gasped. "Slow and easy!"
God, his cock felt so hot! She could feel him slowly entering her shitter. She had never in her life imagined she'd ever have a prick in there. The feel of it, the stretching feel, the hot feel of it blew her mind. She could actually feel her tissues stretching. She could feel the head of his cock digging into her ass. She sucked in her breath, waiting to get the next inch of hot cockmeat.
Then she felt the ring of her ass-hole close behind the flange of his cockhead. She groaned. She wiggled her ass. She quivered with lust as she pictured his fat cockhead lodged in her ass-hole. She sobbed as another inch of hot prick was pushing inside her shit-tube.
Another inch. His cock glided easily now, pushing forward to stretch and fill her ass. She felt stuffed. The dear boy had so much meat to cram into her poor little bung! Could she take all of his huge prick inside her ass? Could she handle that much cock?
She still had her hands on her ass-cheeks, and now she pulled her ass open even wider, hoping to make room for more cock. She wanted all of it. She admitted it to herself now. She wanted every lovely inch of the boy's cock up her ass.
Roy said, "How is it, Aunt Grace? How does it feel?"
"I don't know," she gurgled. "I'm afraid you'll hurt me. Does it look all right to you?"
"It looks fantastic. Your ass-hole is all opened up, stretched about a mile wide, but you can take it. It's beautiful!"
The boy looked down, his eyes shining at the sight of his aunt's pink ass-hole sucking the shaft of his cock. He had dreamt about this for month. Now here he was with his cock up his aunt's ass, right there under his eyes. He pushed forward, buried his cock to the hilt in her ass, slammed against her butt until his balls kissed her cunt lips.
"Oh, dear God!" she moaned.
She knew now that she had all of him, all of his lovely fat cock in her ass, his hot cockmeat reaming out her insides. The pain hadn't been bad. In fact, she couldn't remember it any more. All she could feel now was the delicious stretching and stuffing of her shithole.
He stopped moving. He let his cock soak in her steaming shit-tube. She had the most gorgeous ass he'd ever fucked and he wanted her loose and relaxed so that he could pound his meat without any difficulty.
Now Grace purred as she felt his hand sliding under her belly, as she felt his fingers searching out her cunt lips and clit and then finally her gaping hungry cunthole. His finger snaked into her red-hot cunt. The sensation of having her cunthole finger-fucked at the same time as her ass was stuffed with hard cock drove her wild.
"Move!" she croaked. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
Roy giggled at the way she'd suddenly become crazy for his cock in her ass. He started fucking her, sliding his prick slowly in and out of her steaming ass-hole, watching the way the tight ring of her shitter sucked at his fuckpole.
"Christ, what an ass!" Roy said to Calvin. "You've got to try it, Cal. It's so fucking tight and hot, it'll blow your mind!"
"Better than Mabel?"
"She's tighter than Mabel. You can drive a truck through Mabel's ass-hole, that's how loose she is."
Grace had no idea who Mabel was, but she was satisfied that Roy thought her ass-hole was better than Mabel's, tighter and hotter. She tried to imagine what it must feel like for a boy to have a cock in a woman's ass. It had to feel good. The way Roy was talking about it, it had to be marvelous.
She focused on the feel of his cock in her ass, on the feel of his massive meat sliding in and out of her bung. She was sorry she hadn't found a man to fuck her ass years ago. It might have changed her attitude about sex. All these years she'd had a slick tight ass-hole ready to suck on a man's cock and she'd let it go to waste. God, she loved the feel of his cock in there! So smooth and hot and heavenly. She was completely open now, completely relaxed, ready to take whatever he had to give her, hoping he would fuck her ass into the ground.
Suddenly, without any warning, he pulled his cock completely out of her ass-hole and stepped back.
Grace cried out, sobbed out her need. She could feel her ass-hole gaping wide, an empty cavern a mile wide.
"Put it back!" she screamed.
The boys laughed at her. They pulled her away from the table and forced her into the living room. They draped her over the arm of an easy chair, her ass in the air, and then Calvin came behind her and brutally shoved his cock in her ass, the full length of his cock with a single stroke.
She moaned. She shoved her ass back to get all of his thick cock. Saliva drooled out of her mouth as she tried to fuck her ass-hole on his hot prick.
Then Roy knelt on the easy chair and shoved his cock against her face. She could smell her ass on Roy's prick. As Calvin started fucking her bung, she opened her mouth to suck Roy's juicy cockhead.
Yes, she thought. One in my mouth and one in my ass. She was filled with cock, filled with hard fuckmeat, her ass-hole stretched, her mouth stretched, her brain reeling.
Calvin's cock was bigger than Roy's and she could feel the difference. She was amazed at how easily her ass-hole had opened. She had two holes now. She had a cunthole and an ass-hole, and they were both available for randy cock, both ready to be stuffed with hard meat any time the boys wanted it.
Although Roy's cock was smaller than Calvin's, it was still a mouthful. She snorted on his sliding prick. He fucked her mouth with an easy rhythm, pumping his hard prick in and out of the ring of her lips. She sucked his throbbing cockmeat. She instinctively swirled her tongue over his cockshaft each time it retreated out of her mouth.
Calvin gasped. "Oh, yeah, Aunt Grace! What a tight hot ass-hole you have! You like it, don't you? You like having your back door plugged with prick? Right up the old dirt road! Christ, what a slut! She looks so prim and proper, but she digs it up the ass! Sweet pink little ass-hole!"
The wickedness in his voice drove her crazy with lust. Fuck my ass! she thought. Pack the shit in there! Stuff it up to my tonsils!
She could feel the sweat coating her body. Her legs trembled, her heart pounded, she slurped saliva as she sucked Roy's thrusting cock.
The boys were into the short hunches now, grunting and groaning, and she knew that soon she would get their jism. She'd get a load in each hole, hot jism up her ass and hot jism down her throat. An ass-hole filled with plunging prick and a mouth filled with sliding cock.
Roy came first. He gushed what felt like a quart of jism into her mouth. Globs of it dribbled out of the corners of her lips. She gulped it down, loving the tart taste and the pungent smell of it as she drank it.
She was hardly finished with Roy's thick load when Calvin began spurting in her ass. That really got to her. The feel of his cock throbbing in her ass-hole, the feel of his fuck-cream leaking out of her bung and making her ass slippery, the idea that she was getting a jism enema, it was all too much for her. Her eyes rolled up in her head as the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced wracked her body.