Chapter 3
"Ohhh...mmmmmmmmmm!" The young blonde licked her lips, her cunt muscles tensing, relaxing, then tightening again while her ass dipped and jiggled. Breathing hard, concentrating on that itchy pulsing that seemed to sap all her energy, she began rubbing one hand over her belly. Her hand slowly worked lower and lower until she could feel her wiry blonde cunt-hairs tickling the flesh under her nails. Another shiver took her breath away. "Fuck, fuck!"
She saw her aunt thrashing around on the bed, her knees pulled back by the binding nylon, her hands helpless while Jack's fat cock plunged in and out of her fuck hole.
"Oh my God!"
The pounding between her buckling knees was getting worse and worse. She was giggling hysterically now, rubbing her forehead against the cool glass, her clit tightening with the massage she was giving her cunt. How swollen her tits and belly felt! It was almost as if she were pregnant! Biting her lip until it bled, she shuddered as she spread back her tight outer cunt labia. She was imagining how it would feel having Jack's rough fingers touching her pussy. Her aunt had loved it. She remembered how the woman had bucked and thrashed, pulling at the pantyhose that bound her arms and legs together.
Could Aunt Joyce hear her? Had the woman gone to bed? Did it really matter? Allison's fingers slid up and down her fuzzy pussy slit, her knuckles shaking and white as she grabbed a handful of hot cuntmeat and exposed her pulsing clit.
"Ughhhh!" she groaned, bucking forward.
Through the mist she'd created on the mirror from her pumping breath, Allison saw her tits rise and fall, the nipples turning a darker and darker red. The sight of her naked flesh and the thought of what Jack and her aunt had done excited her more and more. Gasping and sighing, she eased two fingers into her fuck-hole again and again, sliding them in and out, trying to remember the rhythm of the stud's cock as it fucked out her aunt.
"In, in, in!"
She was whispering loudly now, her feet drawing closer together so she could get more friction from her undulating hips. She rose on her tiptoes, rubbing her thighs against the cool porcelain, then dipping her ass, feeling the Jiggling of her ass cheeks actually increase the throbbing itch in her cunt. Lust churned through her belly like a whirlpool as she remembered how Jack looked, how his cock looked-long and thick and hard, the crimson tip wet with his juice!
Her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy faster and faster now. At times, she touched her cherry, pulling her fingers back quickly. She wasn't going to tear that tiny membrane away. That would be going too far-at least for now.
Allison leaned over the small sink a little more, her tits flattening on the mirror. She pressed her shoulders closer to it while her fingers slipped in and out of her clenching fuck-hole. What was she doing? Wasn't she able to stop herself, control herself? That's what her mother emphasized. Self-control. That kept a girl safe. But safe from what? From men? What if she wanted to fuck them, wanted them to treat her the way Jack had treated her aunt? And who was Jack? How did he fit into her aunt's seemingly tranquil life?
Another spasm ripped through Allison's cunt. Her ass cheeks tightened and separated again and again as she rocked her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt while she twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger. She was close, so close! Sticking her fingers in deeper, she felt her clit ache with lust. She was gasping, sobbing, twisting her hips from side to side.
"Ooohhhhh!"
A firestorm began lapping at her inner thighs, spreading up to her cunt and belly. The room swayed, then exploded into a myriad of bright colors as the world seemed to crash around her. Sobbing, beating her head against the mirror, she sank to the floor, her right hand jammed into her convulsing pussy.
When she roused herself from the resulting stupor, she looked about her, blinking slowly, wondering what to do next. One part of her said to go back home, back to the safety of her over-protective mother. But another, more powerful part told her to remain with her aunt, to explore what she had seen taking place. Groaning, pulling herself up from the floor, she padded over to the tub and turned on the water.
If only her cousin, Ned, were here. The two of them got along, told one another the truth. Perhaps he'd be able to help her out. Running her hand under the warm stream, Allison thought about what Jack had suggested-that she come and join them in their fucking games. She smiled, wondering if that would happen.
The following day passed slowly. Shortly after they had sat down to lunch, the phone rang. Allison watched as her aunt picked up the phone and turned from her, twisting the cord in her fingers. She was talking to that man. Sipping her milk, Allison knew Aunt Joyce was talking to Jack, arranging another date. She felt another flash of envy as the woman put down the receiver and walked back into the kitchen.
"I have to go somewhere tonight, dear," Joyce said, her voice oddly low and raspy. "It has something to do with the library." Joyce sat back down, pushing her fork around the plate with a dreamy light in her eyes. "I won't be back until late. I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Sure, Aunt Joyce."
Allison studied her preoccupied aunt. The woman couldn't suspect she knew what had gone on that evening. And tonight was going to be another repeat performance. How she wished she could take her aunt's place, and yet how ashamed she felt over that desire.
"I thought I'd do some shopping over at the mall. Want to come along?" Joyce asked, finishing her sandwich.
"That's okay, Aunt Joyce. I thought I'd just stay here at home, maybe work in the garden or something," Allison said, feeling her nipples growing hard and itchy all over again when she thought about Jack. It just wasn't fair. While she would be at home tonight, her aunt was going to be flat on her back, twisting and jerking around on his fat cock.
"Fine, Allison, fine. If anyone calls, tell them I'll be back around five."
Allison cleared the table, stacking the dishes neatly in the draining dish while her aunt changed and left. The girl stood there at the kitchen window, waving good-by as her aunt backed out the Mercedes.
Allison was alone, a perfect time for a man to come over and touch her, do all the things she'd watched Jack do to her aunt. Of course, she knew no one, no one who would come over and take care of that burning itch in her cunt. Closing her eyes, she felt another rush of hot, pulsations racing through her pussy. She just couldn't go on like this!
Wiping her hands on the sides of her blue shorts, she sauntered down the darkened hall, stopping at her aunt's bedroom. The door was opened. Stepping in, the girl could still smell traces of the perfume her aunt had used before leaving. A brightly colored coverlet stretched over the bed. Allison felt her heart pounding, felt her breath growing shorter and shorter as she stepped into the room and stared at the king-sized bed. It was here she'd seen her aunt thrashing around, her legs and arms bound by pantyhose while Jack towered over her. His fat prick had jerked in his hands, cum oozing from the piss slit and dripping onto her aunt's belly. How the two of them had heaved and writhed against one another, their bodies locked together in a dance of wild fuck lust! "Ohhhh..."
Allison sat down, her ass sinking comfortably into the mattress. Sighing once more, she swung her legs up over the mattress and lay down. She could just picture herself in her aunt's place, bound, the nylon cutting into her wrists while Jack lowered his head and tongued her nipples.
Allison even pushed her hands behind her, arching her back until she touched her ankles with her fingers. She could understand why Aunt Joyce had liked having this done to her. It was a wonderful feeling being tied up that way-or so she guessed. Even now, her cunt was throbbing like a festering wound.
The phone!
Allison's thoughts suddenly shattered, and she sat upright, her heart pounding hard and fast. Again the telephone jangled. Maybe something had happened to the car, and Aunt Joyce was calling for help. Allison stretched one hand over to the blue princess phone and picked up the receiver.
"Is Joyce there?"
Allison trembled, nearly dropping the phone from her hand. It was him! It was Jack! She recognized the throaty tone she had overheard that night under the window. She tried speaking but her vocal cords froze.
"Hello? Joyce there?"
"N...no. My aunt's not here."
She could hear him breathing into the receiver, almost hear his lips brushing over the mike. It was almost like having an obscene phone call.
"You know when she'll be back?" he asked, his voice softening somewhat after a long pause.
"I...I dunno. Maybe early, sometime around five, I think," Allison replied, lying back down on the bed. She found herself rubbing the backs of her bare legs against the coverlet, rubbing her right hand over her lower belly while listening to the stud breathe and talk over the phone. What harm could there possibly be in doing this? He couldn't possibly know what effect he was having on her.
"You're her niece, aren't you?"
Allison stopped rubbing, feeling something like an electric shock pass through her body. The conversation was taking a strange turn. She could feel it. Maybe she should hang up before she said something she'd be sorry for.
"Yes, but I'm just here for a week."
There was another pause.
"You probably haven't had too much time to see the city. I'm free right now. I could come over and see you."
His voice sounded cocky, self-assured. Allison squeezed the receiver in her dampening palm. Her fingers were wandering under the elastic waistband of her shorts, slipping under her panties, touching her swollen cunt lips. Could she possibly let him come over?
"You can't come to see me!" the girl blurted into the phone, realizing she'd protested too vehemently.
"Oh?"
He was laughing at her, breathing hard into the phone. Allison swallowed hard. Her fingers were gripping the receiver while she thought again of hanging up.
"You know, you sound like a real nice chick-the kind I like. I can be real nice to you," he said, his voice softening to a near-whisper.
Allison knew what he was going to say next. She knew she should hang up. He was her Aunt Joyce's friend. What could she be thinking of?
"I can't talk right now..."
"You don't have to talk," he said, laughing softly. "But-"
"No buts, baby, no buts," he said, his breathing becoming uneven. "I could do nice things to your body. Make you feel real good, real nice."
Allison thought she would faint! Her fingers trembled around the receiver.
"This is wrong, wrong," she whispered, turning onto her side and drawing her knees up to her tits. She could almost feel his fingers touching her, his big hands pinning her shoulders down against the bed while his cock plowed through her pussy.
"It ain't wrong, not if you dig it," Jack countered. "I'm gonna come over, come on over and start takin' off your clothes."
He was getting bolder! Of course he was! If she had been any decent kind of girl, she would have hung up long ago. Instead, she had the receiver pressed against her ear, listening to his filth, secretly wishing he'd drop the phone and come over.
"No..." Allison whimpered.
"I'm gonna lick each nipple, suck it real nice at first, then suck hard 'til you're beggin' for more."
Allison felt a warm flush radiate from her pussy to all parts of her body. She was getting a dirty phone call-a call from her aunt's boyfriend! And now she was pushing down her shorts, touching her cunt, plowing her fingers through the sloppy folds of her cunt. She touched her pulsing, dripping clit as the filthy words kept pouring out of the receiver into her ear.
". . . suck those tits...nice tits, young nipples, man. You'd dig that, right? Bet you let those guys at school suck you off."
"No, no, I never..."
Allison shut her mouth. Somehow, telling him she was cherry was like agreeing to let him come over.
"A virgin?"
He paused, laughing lightly once more into the receiver. "Yes."
He laughed again. "Ain't too many of them around. That's okay, though. I dig poppin' cherries. Find 'em, suck 'em, pluck 'em, and fuck 'em."
Allison tried again to hang up. But she could no more stop this conversation than she could have climbed out from under the window last night. Her body was betraying her. She wanted Jack to come over, to do all those terrible things to her.
"You still there?"
Allison licked her lips, keeping the phone pressed against her ear.
"Ohhh yessss...I..."
"You dig gettin' tied up, roughed up a little? Don't matter whether you dig it or not. When I come over there, that's what it's gonna be...me on top of you, tellin' you what the fuck to do."
"No, no, you can't come over here! My aunt!" Allison protested. What would Aunt Joyce say if she were to come home suddenly and find her niece-her own flesh and blood-in bed with him?
"Don't tell me what I can't do, baby," Jack growled.
A flash of thrilling fuck lust raced up and down Allison's inner thighs, making her flesh crawl with forbidden delight. She realized she was clawing at her pussy with one hand while the other still gripped the receiver. She was panting.
"No, don't say these things to me, don't tell me those things!" Allison protested.
"Then why don't you hang the fuck up?"
Allison made a move to put the receiver back in the cradle. But her hands just wouldn't obey her mind. She was forced, in a way, to listen to Jack, to his filthy, wonderful words. She moved her fingers up and down her velvety cunt slit, touching all the sensitive parts, feeling the tiny muscles quivering. Jack was breathing hard into the receiver.
"Then I'm gonna fuck you real slow, maybe so slow, you'll beg me for more cock. That's what you want, right, baby? Cock?"
Allison felt her heart pounding so hard, she thought it would tear through her rib cage. She could feel cunt juice flowing from her pussy and wetting down her fingers. She wanted him to fuck her-to tear away her cherry and make her feel all those wonderful things she knew her aunt had felt.
"No, no!" It was a lie, and she knew he could tell that.
"I'll fuck you real slow," he repeated, sighing into the receiver. "You ever put a cock into your pussy? Yeah, how could you, if you're a fuckin' virgin?"
"Stop it."
"You ain't gonna say that once I start shovin' my cock in," Jack said, his breath catching.
He was jacking off! She was sure of it! She moaned, twisting her body against the bed.
"My cock's real dark at the tip-dark and big. You'll feel it when it slips in, 'cause it'll stretch your cunt. If you ain't been fucked, you're gonna go nuts when I slip this big prick into you. You ain't gonna want no other prick except mine!"
Allison closed her eyes, the phone sweaty-hot against her ear. She remembered how Jack looked, how big he was. Then she remembered how her aunt had acted, how she had kicked and clawed and screamed as best she could while the big stud fucked her silly.
"Oh no, no!" Allison was moving her ass up and down, rubbing her clit against her probing fingers. She was close to cumming-close to climaxing while he talked her into it.
"Man, baby, you've got me so fuckin' hot, I'm gonna come over now and finish up."
Allison fought through the red fog that had settled over her brain. "You can't. My aunt, it's just...just not right and..."
"Fuck right. I'm gonna come over. Betcha I can make you cum twice."
"No!"
"Don't matter, baby. I'm comin' over now," Jack said, hanging up.
Allison dropped the receiver to her side, hearing the buzzing of a disconnected line. Staring up at the ceiling, she fought for her breath. He was going to come over, and there was nothing she could do about it.