Chapter 1
Allison Jenkins crouched below her aunt's bedroom window, her knees shaking so badly she thought their knocking would give her away. The tall bushes scratched her arms and legs as she pressed her body against the shingled wall. Aunt Joyce thought she had gone to the movies and wouldn't be back until ten. But Allison had fooled her aunt. And now as she slowly pressed closer, she was glad she had.
"Ohhhhh, tighter. Tie me up tighter," Joyce moaned, her plump white ass shivering with delight as it bounced over the mattress.
"You got it, bitch," a tall, thickly built man growled as he crouched over the attractive woman.
Allison's eyes rounded as she watched her aunt thrash on the bed, her tits slapping together.
"Oh, oh, it hurts...hurts soooo good!" Joyce cried out, her head snapping from side to side.
Allison watched the woman jerking her body around as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. Never, never would she have believed something like this was going on! All sorts of things had rushed through her head as she observed her aunt's strange behavior. Perhaps the woman was involved in receiving stolen goods, or was pushing drugs. Perhaps that was why she wanted Allison out of the house so often-especially after her son Ned had gone on that camping trip with his friends.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck my pussy...ohhhh, it burns so much!" Joyce groaned, pushing her head deep into the pillow as the big stud crawled off the bed.
Allison ducked her head down. He had turned toward the window after climbing off her aunt-the big fat cock between his legs swinging against his thighs. She heard him approaching the window. Perhaps he'd seen her and now...now, he was going to pull her in and...do awful things to her.
A soft breeze drifted in from the north, rustling the surrounding bushes and chilling Allison's flesh. Maybe she wouldn't be able to see what was going on any more. Biting her lower lip, she controlled her shallow breathing, hunched her shoulders and slowly pushed her head up over the window sill once more. She could still see into the bedroom! He hadn't pulled the shade all the way down!
"I'm sorry. Oh, I won't do it again!" Joyce cried, one hand draped over a pillow while the other moved slowly, sensuously over her cunt. She was tracing her fingers along her angry red cunt lips, shivering noticeably at the light touch.
The man was just standing at the side of the bed, his long prick twitching as it stood straight out from his groin. Allison gasped, covering her mouth quickly to prevent any more sounds coming out.
She had never seen anything that big on a man! Of course, she had never seen anything on a man before-that is, unless she counted all those stupid pictures and drawings in her sex education classes. But the teacher made it all seem so cut-and-dried. And there was all that talk about love, marriage and children. Allison wasn't particularly interested in that-at least, not yet.
She was hot, curious, wondering what went on between a man and woman. Maybe that was why her mother sent her to San Bernardino for a week during Easter vacation. It was far enough from Hollywood where she lived, far from the temptations her mother had continually warned her about.
"My God, don't just stand there...oh please!" Joyce wailed.
Allison shuddered, feeling something starting to happen to her body. It had happened before. She remembered having that same feeling a few times whe she went out on dates with boys. They would be sitting at a party alone or in the car and he would touch her. It wasn't a real advance. Maybe he'd just touch her on the arm, on the back of the neck. And then she would feel a wonderful sensation growing in her cunt. Her breathing would quicken, her pulse would race while a pleasant flush of excitement rushed over her skin. And how her nipples hardened, scratching delightfully against the stiff material of her bra! It was the same feeling she was having now, watching her aunt and that unknown man doing all those strange things in her bedroom!
"You got some pantyhose or somethin'? " he asked, scratching his balls. Allison saw her aunt was nearly out of control. She lay there, one leg draped over the side of her bed, the other, half-tucked under her ass-cheeks. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her tits slapping together as she panted like a dog.
A bitch! that's what she was called! Allison thought as she closed her eyes and fought for breath. The air was so cool, so wonderfully cool against her flesh.
"The top drawer," Joyce whispered.
Allison watched as the big man turned his hairy ass toward her and rummaged through the bureau. Her aunt was rocking her body from side to side now, moving her legs against the top sheet, clawing at her own thighs, then dragging her finger nails over the sheets. Did all women get that way when they were excited? Would she get that way? Was it something inherited?
"Yeah, here we go," he groaned, slamming the drawer shut.
Allison ducked her head down again as he turned and climbed back onto the bed. Something was going to happen now. She heard her aunt moan again, heard the bed groaning from the dual weight. Those moans-those awful, wonderful cries of delight from her aunt-rolled like waves through the hushed night air. Somewhere in the distance, a dog was barking. But the only thing breaking the silence of the surrounding area was the soft breeze and her aunt's moans.
"Nice body, baby. Yeah, I'm real glad I came over. And you say nobody's gonna come in?" he asked, twisting the nylon in one hand until it became a rope.
"No, no one...not for a while," Joyce panted, closing her eyes and breathing with whistling sounds through her nostrils.
Allison shivered again, feeling the hot mushy sensation in her cunt become hotter, more intense and concentrated. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was dripping with excitement as she watched the awful scene in front of her. In a moment, she realized she was scratching her fingernails against the shingles of the house while her knees pressed tightly together. The damp grass and bushes around her were wetting her clothes. But she didn't care. She was far too interested in what her aunt and that stud were going to do next!
He's going to slide up between her legs, going to fuck her, Allison thought, feeling her heart contract as the word "fuck" drifted across her thoughts. Fucking. She had heard about that a lot lately. Especially in the girls' John. That's all they talked about-that and getting high on one thing or another. Janie, her best friend, kept talking about how guys wanted to have the girls "give head."
At first, Allison couldn't imagine what she was talking about. Then the perky brunette told her all about sucking a guy's cock, about how good it tasted when he started firing his load. It didn't sound particularly exciting to her, although she wouldn't have dreamed of telling Janie that! Fucking was something else. But then, her mother had told her about all that bleeding and pain the first time a guy stuck his cock into a girl's cunt. That thought tempered her excitement for a while.
"Oh, oh, yes, oh yes, fuck me, tie me up and fuck me good!"
Aunt Joyce was pleading actually begging that man to fuck her. Janie had told her about that, too-about how things get all kind of fuzzy and unreal when a person's fucking. How many times she had thought about fucking, about letting a guy touch her all over and then peel off her clothes? That would be wonderful, lying down in a bed, spread wide open while some guy crawled between her legs, lifted them over his shoulders and...and fucked her!
But Allison always lost the courage to try something like that. When a guy started getting serious, she would push him away, seeing her mother's frowning face hovering over her. A warning sign. It was always her mother's somber face-that awful shaking finger, those narrowed eyes. She had seen that once when she was touching her cunt in the bathtub long ago and her mother came in and found her. That had been a terrible scene. u
"Oh, oh, I want to touch your cock!"
Allison shook away the memories. That's all they were, memories. What counted was now. She stared through the half-opened window, her cunt walls so hot now, they were twitching and spasming. Her tits were itching so much, they were driving her crazy. And all she could do was press her body against the wall and watch her Aunt Joyce do all those awful, wonderful things.
"Later baby, maybe. Right now, you're gonna have a little discipline my way."
Allison watched, amazed, as the big stud bent over her aunt, holding a pair of pantyhose in his right hand. He looped half around her left wrist, tying a bowline hitch, then rolling the woman over on her right side and drawing the other arm against her left.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh..." Joyce moaned, closing her eyes and clenching her knees together. She was jacking off right there! She was rubbing her cunt lips against each other, jerking her thighs around so she could make then touch her clit as well.
Allison recognized the moves. She had used them many times while in bed at night, sure her mother had already fallen asleep. She knew what it was to have that subtle rub of cunt lip against cunt lip! How much more exciting it was then when she finally brought herself off with her fingers, closing her eyes and thinking about all the guys she knew at school. She would think of them crawling up between her legs. At times, she could almost feel their muscular bodies pressing her down into the mattress, their fingers grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her down while their cocks brushed up against her cunt lips.
At times, Allison would inch her knees up until they were nearly pressing against her tits! Feeling her cunt lips stickily peel back and flatten against her groin was wonderful! She would nearly cry out as if in pain when she came, her fingers fluttering over her clit and cunthole!
"God, Jack, oh God, it feels so good!"
He had fastened Joyce's wrists together and was off the bed again, his fat-headed prick bounding off his thighs as he walked to the bureau. This time, Allison didn't bother ducking her head. She could see both of them were far too excited to notice anything at the window. He pulled our several more pairs of pantyhose, stretched them in front of his grinning face, then crawled back onto the squeaking bed.
"Jesus, the way you got juice comin' outta you, you're hotter'n some bitch dog," Jack said, moving the back of one hand against Joyce's pussy.
"Ummmmm!" she moaned at the touch, tensing her thighs and ass and backing up into his probing fingers.
Allison opened her mouth, letting out a soft, shuddering, sympathetic moan. Her fingernails were scratching against the splintery window sill while her knees knocked together. Her breathing had become more rapid until she thought she was hyperventilating.
"Oh, oh, oh, dear God, ohhhh..." Joyce moaned.
Allison looked nervously over one shoulder. The opposite house was only twenty feet away. Surely they could hear her aunt moaning. Surely someone would come rushing to the window and wonder what on earth was going on? But no, no one came. The girl could see the bluish glow of a television set filtering through the dark house. People were watching some stupid show, unaware of the more interesting spectacle going on next door.
"Yes, oh yes, yes, do that...do that," Joyce babbled.
Jack was bending her body back as if it were a bow. Having secured her wrists together behind her back, he attached another pair of pantyhose to the first with a double square knot, pulling it taut until Joyce's shoulders drew together, and her spine curved. She loved it-loved the tension, the feel of the silk tightening around her wrists and nearly cutting off the circulation to her fingers. "Ohhhhh . .
Allison's flesh was crawling. She wanted to be there in place of her aunt. As wild as the thought was, as strange as what was happening to her aunt was, the girl wanted to be there, naked on the bed, crouched under that animal-like man while her hands and feet were being bound together.
"Nice, baby, real nice."
He pulled her wrists and ankles together, cinching them tight with several double figure eights. He reared back, pushing his fingers through his long black hair and admiring his handiwork. Joyce was thrashing around the bed, purposely pulling the binding pantyhose tighter and tighter against her body.
It was obvious to Allison that her aunt loved being bound like this, enjoy having this stranger tying her up and teasing her while she writhed on the mattress, bouncing her ass obscenely up in the air.
"Now, baby, now."
He was smiling strangely-a weird, crooked smile-one that made Allison shivr with delight and fear. Crawling around to one side of the bed, he bent down and licked her knee, wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his cock and slowly jerking it up and down.
Allison sucked in a ragged breath, holding it as she watched his fat, leathery ball sac roll forward, then swing back with his jacking movements.
"Oh yeahhh, yeahhhhh..." he sighed, his eyes closed for the moment.
Allison could see her aunt was already going crazy with lust. She was twitching like a wild animal, letting out strangle, guttural cries, trying to snap her knees together but unable to. The cords stood out against her neck and throat while her blonde hair splashed across her face, sticking to her cheeks and forehead.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Jack groaned, rolling Joyce back onto her ass and crawling between her splayed knees.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" Joyce panted, her eyes wide with lust.
Allison watched breathlessly, one hand held to her heart as Jack began fucking her bound aunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
It was the sound of a satisfied woman, a woman who had found complete pleasure in an instant. Allison instinctively recognized the sound and felt another sympathetic shudder race through her body. Fucking. That's why they wre doing. And, oh, how she wished she could be doing it too!
"Good, baby, good! Hot and juicy down there! That's how I like it!"
He was telling her aunt all sorts of thingsall dirty-things that made Joyce cry out for more. Allison knelt there below the window, her body melting with lust, her belly flushed with desire while her cunt dripped hot fuck juice. Panting nearly as hard as he aunt, the young teen wished with all her heart she could have been writhing there on the bed, letting Jack touch her all over, sink his prick into her fuck hole while the nylon pantyhose rubbed her wrists and ankles raw.
Jack was shoving his prick deeper into Joyce's dampened furedged pussy. Allison could see it well from her point of view. She could see her aunt breathing raggedly, could watch the woman's cunt juices soak the man's fat prick.
"It hurts...uhhhh, but feels sooooo good!" Joyce moaned.
Allison could well imagine how good something like that would feel. How had he aunt gotten into this? .Had she been doing it a long time? The way she was bucking against that stud, begging him for more restraint and a harder fuck, made Allison suspicious. This had been going on for some time now, and apparently her mother didn't know.
Jack moved again, making Joyce whimper with lust. Allison watched her aunt straining against the silken bindings. They were cutting into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. The girl could see both the pleasure and pain written on her aunt's face. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound under that animal rushed through the excited teen. She could well understand her aunt's growing excitement. She, too, would have been whimpering out for more, bucking against his body, slithering up that cock pole while the nylon pantyhose bit into her skin.
"Aaaahhahhhh!"
Joyce arched her back as Jack bent forward and started licking his tongue against her long, red nipples. Allison thought she would have a heart attack right then and there as she watched that stud open his mouth and engulf one of those rubber tit tips in between his lips. She watched his cheeks cave in as he sucked, watched her aunt's face blanch from the double sensation of being fucked and sucked. And all the while, the pantyhose cut into her flesh. What a vacation this was turning out to be!